Really Love Dynamics That Are Like 'it Honestly Doesn't Matter If You View Them As Romantic Or Platonic,

i heard you take nsfw requests, can you do hagakure x a ftm reader whos very self concious abt his body during their first time?

Hagakure Yasuhiro x FTM S/O (NSFW)

Ofc!! Yikes this might SUCK but I hope you likey likey

I ALSO MADE IT HC-ISH BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT BEING FTM TO WRITE A STRING OF WORDS ABOUT IT 

-Mod Souda

He’s not one to admire your body when you’re getting dressed, because the thought of it making you uncomfortable makes him uncomfortable too.

He is a touchy person, though. He’ll kiss your shoulders whenever you’re just around or touch his long fingers to your stomach.

When it came to actually having sex, it’s a lot different. 

His kisses get rougher, and as he bites his lips, he trails his hands up your pajama shirt.

“Wait.” You interrupt.

He blinks, waiting for you to elaborate while slowly moving his hands back down. When you don’t continue, however, he leans in. “We can keep your shirt on if you want.” The word please slips from your mouth before you can even stop it. He grins with contentment.

There’s a beating in your chest that’s even more aggressive than before. Right, you console yourself, normal people won’t force you to do things.

His kisses get the sloppier the longer they go on. Absolutely breathtaking, he thinks you are. There’s no way he can, with your underneath him, not express his intense desire for you.

There’s also a buzz of curiosity that spreads throughout you. It’s a heat that pools at the bottom of your stomach, somewhere you’ve never experienced such an sweet anxiousness before.

Your fingers trace up and down his muscles, to his thick arms, and then his fingers, which you kiss individually while making eye contact with him.

You read this in a book once. Is this how you do it?

Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are. Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are.

“Are you nervous?” He asks in a soft growl. Damn. While speaking, he takes both of his hands and places them on the bands of your pants. 

“Are you not?”

The words linger in the air for a second. He doesn’t stop his movements, though, and lets you bask in the tension.

“Not exactly. What is there to be nervous about?”

Everything. Your fists clench at his words. Unbelievable. 

“Just,” you put your hand over your underwear, blocking his view, “Just don’t look, okay?”

A small smile forms on his lips. “I won’t look. But I’ll have to feel, okay?”

With a bit of playfulness in your voice, you respond. “You have to?”

In your head thumps all of the ideas you have for ways to avoid him looking. Even the thought of it is horrific. You take matters into your own hands then, and as he busies himself with taking off his own pants and underwear, you take off your boxers (if you wear briefs then why).

He keeps his eyes on yours. “Briefly. If you want me to put it in, yes.”

The sharp smile he sends you makes you giggle, for a second, until he leans in and kisses you silent.

You can feel your heartbeat getting louder the closer he gets to in between your legs. His fingers trail up and down your legs, and even though his head tilts down, his eyes remained locked on your expression.

It’s all so hot. So hot.

“You can... put it in.” You say with a flush to your face.

Your head falls as the feeling of being filled overpowers any other possible things you could have felt. It is like you can just fell into the bed and float for eternity. Heat even rises up into your spine and vibrates against your gut.

With your breathing now loud enough to fill the room, you let your eyelids fall shut as your head rolls against the pillow. 

He practically starts massaging your insides while he moves back and forth, your heart beat creating a pulse that grabs onto him with a quick rhythm.

Your hands grasp onto your shirt, squeezing it tightly to release some of the pressure trying not to moan is giving you. It all just makes you spread your legs wider for more access. Go deeper, you want to scream.

And with his lips coming down to your neck, he lets himself utter only a few words. “Good boy.”

Pleasure drips against your skin like hot wax, heating up the parts in your body that matter. The parts that usually make you uneasy to think about.

You focused in on the spark that light in your stomach. Concentrate, you remind yourself. It feels to good to let drift away.

You can’t even stop yourself from opening your mouth and letting out a lewd noise.

His ears are captivated by the sounds of your moans. Nothing matters more to him in that moment. Even when when his thigh muscles start to spasm, and the build-up gets a little uncontrollable, he tries to hold on for you.

He clenches onto the headboard above your head, flexing his bicep and bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth. 

And, to throw you off the edge, he places the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in clock-like motions.

All you can feel is both of the sensations - the pulsing of your pearl and the bucking of his hips. Your fists clench around his forearms as a new wave of pleasure swarms over you. It makes you tense, holding on to every new feeling like you’ll never get it again.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breathe until you are practically gasping for air. 

“I’m-” you speak late, the feeling of his lips on yours interrupting your words. He buries his tongue into your mouth while his hips become uneven in their movement, happy that he could at least last a little longer than you. 

A deep groan leaves his lips.

bada baboom that’s all I will do

because i’m a tiny bit scared of writing this inaccurately teehee

THE END 🖤🤍

OVA: it's about Nagito and what's essentially an Izuru adjacent AI. ...oh also Fuyuhiko is th-

Me: OH BOY CONTENT

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A Weird Trick to Get Doctors to Listen to You — Pain News Network

By Crystal Lindell, PNN Columnist There’s a lot of advice out there on how to get a doctor to take you seriously. Most of it is wrong. Lu

This ABSOLUTELY works.

I have used this for many years. Definitely b do it.

i’ve been talking to professional taka enjoyers for the past couple of days, and one thing we’ve concluded is that taka actually wouldn’t know what to do if he came across someone crying and/or having a panic attack.

maybe he would have an idea of what to do, but it’s not the right idea. he would make things so much worse.

dude saw makoto bummed after losing sayaka and responded by saying “at least you don’t have a corpse rotting in your bathroom anymore” (paraphrasing)

if he saw that you were sad, he would say the most out of pocket shit to you in a happy tone and then look at you like this:

only hope he has at making you feel better is the chance that whatever he says is enough to shock you out of your current state and leave you confused instead of sad.

love you king.

it's always so fucking funny to me when terfs are like "how can you say trans women and women are the same thing! being born as a man makes you different!" because like. yes. trans women and cis women are different. so are black women and white women. and straight women and queer woman. and women from different countries and different socioeconomic statuses. there's diversity in the experience of womanhood? what a wild concept

Mystery Swim ↠ Deacon x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.5k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Summary » You go swimming to find the Yangtze only for Deacon to start worrying about you getting sick from the water.

“I know I said you should go check it out but I didn’t actually mean it! God, you’re freezing!” Deacon frantically spoke, pulling you out of the ocean's cold grasp.

“Ha! That kid wasn’t lying! There’s a submarine out there!” You exclaimed, shuddering as the cold night air stung your glistening skin.

“Yeah, that’s great.” He said dismissively, “We gotta get you to Carrington before you die."

The old harbor docks creaked under your weight as you climbed out of the murky water. It clung to your clothes and you began ringing out puddles from the bottom of your shirt once you found yourself on stable ground again.

“A cold's not gonna kill me Deek.” You laughed, still excited at your discovery. It wasn't every day you found something so incredibly pre-war—especially since it still happened to work!

His hands gripped your shoulders potently, concern evident on his face, “You never know out here. And what about the radiation? Come on, we’re going back to the church.” He spoke quickly, spinning you around and pushing you onward toward the base to get you looked over.

"What's got you so worried?" You chuckled, opting to follow along with where he was guiding you to move. "I've been through worse."

"I know, It's just—I dunno, it feels like there was a lot at risk this time."

"What, were you scared I wasn't gonna resurface?" You meant it teasingly but you felt his hands subtly tense on your shoulders. Softer this time, you spoke, "Quit worrying so much about me, Deek, I know what the risks are."

"Yeah, yeah, I just—it took you a minute before you came back and—well—" He trailed off once the church was in sight, the small lantern that resided beside the doorway illuminating the space surrounding it, beckoning you toward the entrance. "Here we are." He breathed out, seemingly relieved at being able to see the familiar building.

“(Y/N) is fine, just a slightly lower temperature, but that’s to be expected,” Carrington announced, waving you off, desperately wanting the two of you to leave his corner.

You glanced up at your companion, who stood directly behind your chair, still fidgeting with his hands. "What'd I tell ya? I knew what I was doing."

“Yeah, whatever. Nothing wrong with being cautious.” He draped a tattered coat around your shoulders as he spoke.

“Are you sure it was just caution? It seemed to me like a little more.” You edged him on. Sure, Deacon was cautious, but you don't ever think you've seen him this worried about you before. It was endearing, to say the least.

He flicked the back of your head lightly, “That’s all it was. Now, tell me about that submarine you saw? Was there anyone still left inside? Wait a second, don't tell me—you saw a ghost, didn't you?"

You giggled at his sudden change, wrapping the sides of the jacket around your damp form as you told him all about what you saw. You'd dig deeper into Deacon's conscious later, for now just knowing how much he cares for you is enough.

I think people have truly lost any ability to be patient with storytelling.

‘I don’t understand this’ They’ll explain it if you wait.

‘I don’t like how this episode left things hanging’ There’s a continuation next week.

‘This character is flat’ Wait for them to be fleshed out.

So many of the complaints I see about shows lately are people being confused by things THAT THE SHOW WANTS YOU TO BE CONFUSED BY THATS THE FUN OF MYSTERY AND FORESHADOWING YOU ABSOLUTE GOBLINS THE MAIN CHARACTER IS ALSO CONFUSED AND THEYRE GONNA DO A BIG REVEAL AND EXPLANATION LATER IF YOU WOULD JUST FUCKING WAIT

The thing about Deacon, Danse, and Hancock that I find most relatable is the fact that they are surrounded by so many people they get along with, but yet don’t consider anyone a friend (except maybe Hancock) until Sole.

It’s like they put themselves out there by offering to be Sole’s companion with subconscious hope that it may lead to somewhere (although they may not be sure where or that’s why they are doing it). And then it pays off in the end.

(And they didn’t offer that to just anyone.)