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javiscigarette · 1 year

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Bad Mood

Joel x f!reader (pre/no outbreak)

Summary: Based on this ask (thank u nonnie)!! Joel punishes bratty reader that's it

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW 18+ no use of Y/N, established relationship, straight up filth not much else, dom!Joel brat!reader, spanking, fingering, orgasm denial, oral (m receiving)

Word count: 3k

A/N: Using this as my 450 follower celebration! I'm so grateful for everyone who's followed me and enjoyed my silly little fics. I love this community <3. Also, this is relatively short but I am already planning a part two to this so stay tuned hehehe. my masterlist

Joel knew you were in a bad mood the second you walked through the door.

The door slams behind you and carelessly toss your keys on the little entryway table. You keep your headphones on as you kick off your shoes and stomp off to the bedroom, not even bothering to look at Joel who’s sitting on the couch in the living room not even six feet away.

Joel stays silent as he watches you stride down the hall to the bedroom, wincing just slightly when he hears the bedroom door slam shut.

You keep your music blasting as you immediately change into your comfy clothes. Today was a horrible day at work. Your boss has been breathing down your neck for the last two weeks about a project you're working on, nitpicking every single detail and telling you to make a million changes. And today, despite all the edits and changes she told you to make, she still picked it apart, telling you that you were better off restarting the whole thing.

And now you were left with a day and a half to “fix” this project before it’s due. So yeah, you were in a bit of a bad mood.

After changing, it’s straight to stress cleaning. With your headphones on, you storm back into the kitchen and start to pull out all of the cleaning supplies from under the sink. Your music is loud enough that you don’t hear Joel clearing his throat behind you. You only notice that he’s there whenever you stand up and turn around. He says something to you and looks at you expectedly, forcing you to stop your music.

“What?” you snap at him, ripping out one of your ear buds.

Joel raises his eyebrows at you and holds up his hands in innocence. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your narrow your eyes at him because how dare he interrupt you right now with his genuine love and care for you.

“No.” you reply firmly, putting your earbud back in.

You go to start cleaning, but Joel is saying something else before you can even pick up the rag.

You rip your earbud out again and actually snap at him this time with a “What Joel?!”

Joel tilts his head with his eyebrows raised, giving you a silent warning to lose the attitude.

But the last thing you need right now is someone else telling you what to do.

“Can I please just clean the damn kitchen in peace?” you ask, your words biting a little harder than you intended but you don’t care.

Joel stares at you for a good five seconds, his jaw subtly shifting and clenching as he grinds his teeth.

“Okay.”

That’s all he says before turning away and walking out of the room.

You immediately feel a pang of guilt seeing him walk away, but the anger is quick to wash it away and cloud your head again.

You spend the next thirty minutes scouring the kitchen from top to bottom. Every cabinet door and every drawer you open is shut with a slam and you scrub the countertops so vigorously that your arm is starting to get sore.

Thinking he’s given you enough time, Joel comes back in, standing near you as you scrub away at the spot of burnt on food on the stovetop. You can see him in your peripheral, standing a foot or two away from you but you ignore him. You already told him to leave you alone once.

He stands there for a few moments, trying to get you to look over at him but he eventually gives up and just takes out one of your earbuds.

The saying “seeing red” never made much sense to you until just now.

“What the hell, Joel!” you shout, finally turning to face him. The anger boils up inside of you and you can feel your whole body heat up you try to snatch your earbud back from him but he’s faster than you and holds it up high to where you can’t reach.

“Joel I’m so fucking serious right now, just leave me alo-”

Joel takes out your other earbud and tosses them to the counter behind him before you can say anything else.

“Joel!” you nearly scream, your face red hot with anger now.

“Quit acting like a fuckin’ brat” Joel says quietly, his tone serious and stern.

“I’m not being a fucking brat, you’re the one annoying the shit out of me right now”

Joel’s eyes narrow, trying to mask his shock at your attitude. You’re rarely ever this angry and you almost never take it out on Joel like this.

“Drop this attitude right now and I’ll give you one more chance and act like you didn’t just fucking say that” Joel says, his voice audibly tenser.

You roll your eyes and reach for your earbuds again, but again, Joel is faster than you and pins your wrist to the counter with his hand.

“Joel, just fuck off” you mutter. His grip on your wrist is so tight that your fingers are starting to tingle from the restricted blood flow. You look up at him and immediately realize how fucked you are. His face is hard as stone, a deep frown tugging at his lips while he stares holes into your own eyes.

“Okay, baby. You want to act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a fuckin’ brat” Joel spits before tugging harshly on your wrist and dragging you out of the kitchen.

“Joel, I am not in the mood right now” you say as he leads you to the living room, nearly pulling your arm out of socket as he does.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Joel says firmly. He stops near the couch and release his grasp on your wrist.

“Now get on your knees and shut that mouth up with my cock.”

You snort at his words and laugh right in his face.

“You think I’m going to blow you right now? You’re the one who should be apologizing to me” you snarl, accusingly poking him in the chest to emphasize your words.

Joel is still as a rock as he stares at you again, the darkness in his eyes already starting to break down some the resolve inside of you.

“You’re gonna regret that, baby.” Joel whispers from behind clenched teeth.

Without another word, Joel grips your wrist once again and steps towards the couch. He sits down and pulls you until you’re standing in front of him before pulling down your shorts and panties in one go. He then pulls you down into his lap and even though you try to fight back, Joel is a lot stronger than you and easily maneuvers you until you’re on your stomach laying across his lap with your face pressed against the couch cushion and your ass in the air. Joel keeps a firm hand on the back of your neck, pinning your head to the couch with your face smushed against the cushion.

He uses his other hand to rub your ass, the soft shorts you put on earlier easily riding up and exposing most of your skin. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but there’s no use. He’s not letting go of you now.

“How many do you think you deserve?” Joel asks, his voice steady and calm again now that he has you like this.

You don’t say anything, just humph and try to squirm out from underneath his hold again. Bad idea. The grip on the back of your neck tightens and then the room is filled with the loud crack of his hand coming down heavy on your ass.

You yelp in surprise, tingles of pain radiating from the spot here he spanked you. Your determination to keep up this attitude is quickly crumbling. Joel knew exactly how to put you back in your place.

“I think at least 10” Joel says before delivering two more harsh smacks to both cheeks. You bite back a whimper, still enough willpower to try and not let him see how affected you actually are. “Starting now.”

Your eyes roll back, and your brows furrow deeply as he gives you another hard spank. The moan in your throat comes out through your nose as a sharp exhale as you keep wiggling in his lap.

Joel’s hand comes down on you again, the loud sound echoing in the otherwise silent house. “And we’re gonna start over if you don’t count them for me.”

Another spank has your eyes squeezing shut. “That’s three then” you pant.

“Nope, we’re starting from the beginning” Joel says before connecting his palm to your ass again. “That’s one.”

You try twisting out of his grip once again and his next smack is even harder.

“Stop trying to escape or I’m gonna add more. Now count for me”

You stop wiggling, slowly starting to accept defeat.

“Two.”

Joel hums in approval and lands another harsh smack to your cheek.

“Three” you say obediently, still trying to cover the tremor in your voice. You’re still fuming and the fact that he has you pinned down like this, completely unable to move is fueling your fire.

Another smack.

“Four.”

By the nineth, you’re clinging to the last shred of your control. Your cheeks are burning hot, your skin raised in the shape of Joel’s handprint. By now, you can feel him fully hard pressing against your abdomen.

“Nine.”

Joel can hear the tremble in your voice now, clear as day. He silently rubs his palm over your cheek, soothing the warm, swollen skin.

His soft touch is gone as soon as it came, his fingers quickly finding your slit instead. With no warning, he plunges two fingers inside of you, easily curling his fingertips against your g-spot.

“Yeah, I knew you’d be fuckin’ soaked” Joel says with a breathless chuckle as he keeps prodding against your spot, the lewd sounds of his fingers moving inside you echoing around the room. You cry out in surprise as Joel relentlessly punches his fingers against the spot that sends massive waves of hot liquid pleasure up your spine. You try to swallow your moans, still refusing to give in to him all the way and bite your lip until you taste the metallic tang of blood.

“Just give it up, baby. I know you want to” Joel coos. And he’s right, you want nothing more than to just give it up and let him put you in your place. But you can’t give up just yet. This wasn’t the first time Joel has punished you and every time he does, there’s something inside you, an urge to find out how far Joel will take your punishments.

So, you shake your head as much as you can with his hand still holding your neck against the couch cushion.

Joel clicks his tongue disapprovingly letting you know that you made another bad choice. You suppress a groan when he pulls his fingers out of you. He takes his hand off your neck and grips both of your cheeks and spreads you open. You quietly hiss at the bite of the cold air against your burning wet heat.

“Such a pretty pussy” Joel whispers as he leans over to get a good look. It takes everything in you not to moan and wiggle your hips in his face as he keeps you spread open and inspects you.

Then there’s the sound of Joel spitting behind you. You swallow thickly, pushing down another moan once you feel the warm liquid dribble onto your skin and slide down between your cheeks. Your chest tightens at the sensation, and you bite your cheek as a hot wave of arousal crashes down over you.

He sits up straight again, his hand quickly coming back to wrap around the back of your neck and hold you in place again. With his other hand, he finds your puckered hole and rubs over it with the pad of his thumb, using his spit as lube. You let out one small whine when the tip of it catches on your rim.

“C’mon, angel. Lemme hear those pretty sounds and I’ll let you cum” Joel presses.

You can’t possibly hold out any longer. Not with your skin hot and burning from your spanking, his fingers pushing hard against your g-spot, his thumb teasing your asshole and the big, strong hand holding you down by your fucking neck.

There’s nothing you can do to stop the loud moan that tumbles past your lips as he moves his fingers reach deeper inside of you until he presses a spot even deeper inside you.

“There it is” Joel sighs, his chest swelling with pride as you tremble and start to fall apart underneath him. “That’s a good girl.”

He stays in position for a little longer, your pretty sounds filling the room as he gives you exactly what you need. You’re already close because of course Joel knows how to get you there in just a couple of minutes. He knows your body almost better than his, knows what makes you tick and recognizes all of your signs.

So, it’s not surprising that he hears the specific moans and can feel the way that you clench around his fingers, wordlessly letting him know that you’re about to reach the edge.

And it shouldn’t be surprising when he suddenly slips his fingers out of you and lands a final smack to your ass, heavier and louder than all the others, but it still makes you cry out. You whimper at the loss of his touch and the way the burning pain radiating from his hits mixes so deliciously with the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Count, angel” Joel says calmly, giving you a friendly reminder that you’re still in trouble. Five minutes ago, you would’ve ripped his head off for saying that. But obeying is a lot easier when you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“Ten. Ten, sir. Thank you” you mewl. You know that he’s probably not going to let you cum soon. You’ve been here enough times to know that much. Still, you wiggle your hips, hoping that he’d go easy on you and slide his fingers back inside you. But Joel is not known for going easy on anyone.

“Good girl using your manners” Joel praises. “But you were a very bad girl earlier. Do you think bad girls deserve to cum?” he asks, quickly washing away any of your hopes of an orgasm in the near future.

Joel doesn’t say anything else as he maneuvers you again, pushing your legs to the ground and holding down on your shoulders until you’re kneeling in front of him while he remains seated on the couch.

You look up at him with wide eyes, your chest heaving as your knees dig into the hardwood floors underneath you as you stay still and quietly wait for his instructions. You have no fight left in you, completely surrendering to him just in hopes of being able to cum at least once tonight.

Joel smiles down at you and cups your jaw. You immediately nuzzle against his palm and bat your eyelashes innocently at him.

“Now suck my cock like a good girl I know you are.”

You follow Joel’s command easily and reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull down his pants and boxers to his mid-thigh, his hard cock slapping up against his lower abdomen.

With no other preface, you take him in your mouth, your lips wrapped around his tip as you roll your tongue all around his sensitive head. And apparently that’s more than enough teasing for Joel because his hand comes up to the back of your head and forces you down his length.

You gag at the sudden intrusion and try to quickly recover, not wanting to give Joel another reason to punish you more. His hand remains heavy on your head, holding you in place with his cock down your throat as you drool around him for a few more seconds, your cunt throbbing between your legs as he uses you.

“Gonna fuck that attitude right out your smart little mouth” Joel huffs.

You give a small nod, and he lets go of your head, letting you pull off for a breath. He watches you intently as gasp for air, smirking when you start to cough.

“My cock too big for you, angel?” Joel teases as he brings a thumb to the corner of your mouth to wipe up your drool before pushing it back in your mouth. You shake your head no and Joel smiles at you and removes his thumb so you can talk.

“No, sir. I can take it” you reply breathlessly.

“Yeah, I know you can, angel. Now show me how good you can be for me.”

With another small nod you take him back in your mouth. His hand returns to the back your head and he rolls his hips up, pushing himself down your throat.

You stay as still as possible, keeping your mouth and throat open and letting Joel fuck your throat. You’ve had him in your mouth almost every day since the first month you met him, but your jaw already starts to ache like it’s impossible to get used to the sheer size of his cock. Drool starts to spill out of the corner of your mouth again and you shamelessly let it run down your chin.

Joel shows no mercy, bucking up into you like he’s completely disregarding the fact that you need to breathe. But you know he’s not. You know he has a careful eye on you, watching for signs that he’s pushing you too far.

“Takin’ me so well, angel. Knew you could be good for me” Joel grunts, encouraging you to keep going as the hand on your head briefly pets your hair.

All the anger that had been building for the past couple of days has dissipated. All the stress about your job and your ridiculous boss were miles away and now the only thing you're thinking about is Joel's thick cock down your throat.

You stay there for what feels like forever and allow him to use you as he pleases. Your neglected pussy clenches desperately around nothing, slick leaking down your thighs because how could you not be turned on with Joel using you like his personal fucktoy.

You’re now drooling everywhere, absolutely soaking his cock as you breathe heavily through your nose, your eyelids heavy. And as much as Joel wants to continue to fuck your mouth until your jaw breaks, he can’t hold back his own pleasure for much longer.

After a couple more thrusts down your throat, he abruptly pulls out and His hand is a blur as you watch him fist himself for a couple of seconds until he starts to cum. His moans and little whimpers send fire straight to your core as he paints your face with hot ropes of cum. He’s messy with it, letting it get everywhere, your chin, your mouth, your cheeks, and your hair. You mewl quietly and press your thighs together searching for any sort of friction on your dripping pussy as Joel marks you, claiming you as his.

You patiently wait for him come back down, listening his quiet groans as he pumps out every drop.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he leans back against the couch and drops his hand from your head again.

“You look so pretty all covered in my cum, angel” Joel says with a lopsided smile. You smile sweetly back at him, your eyelashes fluttering against your flushed cheek. He swipes a thumb through the mess on your cheek and slides it past your lips. You suck his thumb clean, swallowing down everything he gives you.

He revels in the sensation of you suckling on his thumb for a little bit before slipping it out with a soft pop. You look up at him, waiting for his next instruction with the hopes of having your own release soon.

“Knew you could be good, angel. Now go finish cleaning the kitchen and then I’ll think about letting you cum.”

Your jaw drops as you stare up at him with wide eyes. Joel just laughs cruelly at your expression.

“But...but Joel, please I want-”

“Should’ve thought about that earlier, angel. You know bad girls don’t get to cum. Now get up and finish cleaning” Joel says with a sickeningly sweet tone. You blink at him a few more times hoping he’d miraculously change his mind.

But he doesn’t. So, with your attitude completely gone now, you follow his directions and shakily stand up. You give him one more pathetic, pleading look but he just smirks back at you. Accepting defeat, you turn and walk back to the kitchen.

“And don’t even think about cleanin’ your face yet” Joel calls out from behind you.

Ty for reading hugs and smoochies for all of you!!!

#joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller one shot #the last of us #Pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #javiscigarette

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menlove · 3 months

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hot take but I do think there can be room for ppl in fandom that Don't enjoy critique of their favorite thing and those that partake in critique as a part of their enjoyment. the best thing to do when u come across the other and it starts to piss u off is just to either unfollow or block or, insane concept, just keep scrolling. we don't need to pretend like one or the other shouldn't exist.

in fact they can often coexist in one person. there's some shows/movies/etc that I just want to watch/read and enjoy and post silly fanart of and have a grand time doing that and nitpicking it would make it unfun to me. and then there's other stuff that I could complain about for 25 years and talk about how I want to break into the showrunner's home and scare them scooby doo style and this is, indeed, fun to me.

we all enjoy stuff differently. learn to deal w ppl criticizing smth you like without acting like they're fascist killjoys telling you you can't like your show. and also learn to deal w ppl who don't want to engage in that criticism without acting like they're childish for enjoying smth fullheartedly

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thefrogdalorian · 1 month

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I know there is this widely held perception that Season 3 of The Mandalorian had silly moments and made some comically strange story choices, which I can totally admit myself. I mean the bit in 03x04 where they all scatter to eat, but Bo is allowed to remain sitting by the fire was kind of hilarious and blatantly just because they wanted a helmetless scene in that episode.

And I won't complain too much because more Katee Sackhoff on my screen is never a bad thing.

But come on! The Mandalorian has always had goofy, unserious moments that if you contemplate for more than a second, your head threatens to fly off because of how daft it can be, at times.

For instance, in 1x04 Sanctuary, when Din removes his helmet on Sorgan in froNT OF AN OPEN WINDOW?!!?!

I know they did it for dramatic effect, to demonstrate how long he has worn his helmet, but if one of those kids looked around it would've been CURTAINS FOR HIM. Okay it might have been dark, sure, whatever but I cannot imagine someone as devout as Din would even take that risk! The Creed is everything to him.

Also, this man who we have seen for an entire season being such a competent and capable warrior has apparently never had a jetpack before Chapter 8. The best bounty hunter in the parsec cannot fly?! Then, immediately after getting it from The Armorer, with no training, he conveniently uses it immediately to blow up a TIE fighter and (seemingly) defeat Moff Gideon?!!?!

Not to mention how silly it is Gideon survived that initial skirmish... and probably survives in Season 3 too but we'll deal with that when it comes to it.

It isn't just Season One, either. There are also some parts of Season 2 which leave me scraching my head slightly, like in The Believer when the terminal needs to scan a face. Not a specific face, just any face. It doesn't make much sense. Again, not complaining, more Pedro Pascal on my screen is never a bad thing.

Not to mention how convenient Din getting the beskar spear was right before his duel with Gideon for the Darksaber. A weapon which is coincidentally one of the few which can parry the sacred blade!

Anyway, I don't hate any of these moments at all, I just feel like fans used to be so much more lenient.

Of course season 3 has some hmmmmm moments too, but there have always been questionable decisions right from the start. Star Wars fans are always going to nitpick and it mostly comes from a good place. I just wish there could be a bit more of a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ attitude sometimes.

Nothing is perfect, but this show has had so many enjoyable moments and such compelling characters that I can let some silliness slide. Star Wars should always be a little goofy and silly and for me, long may that continue!

#din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #bo katan kryze #spud rants #unserious space show with tin can man and weird wizard frog baby my beloved #it can be a little silly sometimes... as a treat.....

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somerandomdudelmao · 1 year

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hiya! friendly grammar anon here to shwo my appreciation for the new comic the only way i know how, by doing my best to help with it :]

on the third page, where Leo says "Well, then you better be planning some time travel machine" its technically correct, but its much more clear if you change it to "some sort of time travel machine" or if you want a shorter more direct version where leos suggestion feels less like a joke, "planning to build a time travel machine" would also work.

also on the third page, where Donnie says "Only if you don't mind taking apart Raph for some parts" its also technically correct, its just that the way you worded it more implies raph is a thing not a person? like, youd take apart your tv, but you'd take your friend out for lunch. "if you don't mind taking Raph apart for some parts" fits better in this case, unless you did intend for Donnie to refer to Raph in that specific way for ~Plot Reasons~ yknow.

last thing, kind of a nitpick, and im not sure exactly what grammar rule makes it look funny, but the last sentence in the latest update ("This will give you access to a spare battery of your arm") isnt quite right. my best guess is it has something to do with the words "a" and "of". id reccomend "a spare battery in your arm" (if theres more than one) or "the spare battery in your arm", since "of" kinda implies the battery is a part of his arm rather than being a piece inside it? its hard to explain properly, but it just reads better if you tweak it slightly.

overall, fantastic work!! for such a dialogue-heavy installment i only have a few small things to note :] ive been following the series since the robo-raph episode, and i can genuinely say ive seen a lot of improvement in your comics and writing, even though in my opinion they started out pretty fantastic in the first place. thank you for reading through this rambly, tangent-ridden ask, and for sharing such an awesome story with this silly little hellsite.

THIS amount of explanation OH WOW

Thank you so much:3

#not complaining #not even a little bit #thank you tumblr for teaching me haha #fixed that:)

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lizardsfromspace · 4 months

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Love when people say CinemaSins is "satire" bc a satire of what. At this point it's the only representative of that type of nitpicking, and all others are a copy of them. If it's a satire, it's a satire of CinemaSins. But even then if it is satire it sucks at being satire. A satirical parody of media nitpicking where it's impossible to tell which ones are meant to be ironic or not bc none of them are too out there, like you'd expect in a satire, and also they say normal things, and some of the silly things they say aren't meant to be jokes, but. It's satire bro, it's satirizing uhhhhhhh it's satire, you don't get it

#youtube

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transmascissues · 6 months

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I cannot thank you enough for your posts about top surgery. I'm hoping to get mine in a couple years. Your updates are really comforting to me, even (maybe especially) the bad stuff because it makes me feel more prepared. I hope your recovery keeps going well!

On another note, how did you decide whether to keep your nipples or not? I like how chests look with and without them, so it's hard to choose

for me there were a few factors that led me to go nipless:

the biggest thing was that when i imagined my body post-op, i naturally always saw it without nipples. that was just what felt right when i thought about how it would look — i didn’t even have to think about it, that’s just what came to mind. i figured, if i’m automatically picturing myself like that, that’s probably a good indication of what i would be happiest with.

i’ve also always had sensory issues related to my nipples. i basically wore a sports bra constantly, including when i slept, because i hated the feeling of loose fabric touching them and moving against them. so if i had kept my nipples, i would’ve ended up with either no sensation or more discomfort, not anything positive.

i really didn’t want to deal with the healing process for nipple grafts. my skin is super sensitive and finicky, so if anyone would be almost guaranteed to have problems with graft healing, god only knows it would be me. i also know i’m more prone to infection than most people, so avoiding the part of the surgery that has the highest chance of infection seemed like a good plan. on top of all that, i’m also a huge baby about having to touch any sort of injury on my body (just putting moisturizer on my mostly healed incisions was something i had to work up to), so i knew doing the graft care would be difficult for me too.

i know that i can be super picky about the way things look, especially when it comes to things like spacing and symmetry. so if i had gotten nipple grafts, i think it’s super likely that i would’ve ended up feeling like they were put in the wrong place or being bothered by any asymmetry in how they healed. obviously i wanted to pick the kind of surgery that was the most likely to give me results i would be fully satisfied with, so getting grafts despite knowing i’d probably end up nitpicking them for years to come just seemed silly.

i honestly really love the idea of having a chest that’s visibly different from a typical cis man’s chest. the goal of my transition has never been to look cis and i take a lot of pride in being recognizably trans, so having a kind of surgery that isn’t just trying to imitate what i would look like if i were cis was really appealing to me.

going without grafts is just cheaper, so given all of the other reasons i didn’t want grafts, there was just no reason for me to spend extra money on them. i want a few extra hundred dollars in my bank account way more than i want nipples.

and in hindsight, i genuinely couldn’t be happier with my decision. when i look at my chest, even now while it’s still not fully healed, it looks just like how i always imagined i would look with a flat chest and feels like the most natural thing in the world.

if you’re having trouble deciding which you like better, i would try just closing your eyes and imagining both on your body. this was one thing i did if i saw someone with grafts whose results i really liked and felt uncertain in my decision, because what i always ended up realizing was that no matter how good they looked on other people, it felt super weird imagining them on myself. in fact, most of the time i struggled to really even picture it at all.

you could also try gathering a bunch of pictures of both types of results and seeing how you feel about all of them. maybe when you look at the results with grafts, there’s only a few that you feel like you would be dissatisfied with, but when you look at results without grafts, there are a lot more that you probably wouldn’t want. or maybe it’s the other way around. like i said, you’re going to want to go with the kind of surgery you’re mostly likely to be happy with, so if you seem to be more critical of one kind of surgery’s results than the other, that can help guide your choice.

and if you really don’t feel any differently about them, consider the other factors: how do you feel about the healing process? is sensation in your nipples something you find pleasure in and would consider trying to preserve? what does the difference in cost look like for you and how important is that to you? how important is it to be able to pass as cis if necessary? and so on. your decision might end up being made based on something other than pure aesthetics and that’s totally okay.

#top surgery adventures #ask answered #top surgery #trans man #transmasc

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azurevi · 1 year

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Hello! Can I request Azul, Malleus and Vil with "O" from the alphabet (angst)

O ffer - how they apologize after an argument.

Azul

When he’s in the heat of the moment, he may say things that he doesn’t mean or let loose comments that aim straight at your heart in an attempt to prove himself right. Basically it’s just like how he argues with Floyd about his temperamental attitudes sometimes.

The only difference is that he can’t stay mad for too long without eventually succumbing to melancholy. It’s nothing short of torturous not having your comfort after a hectic day, and unbearable silence stretches into the corners of his office without your presence on the couch. He misses your silly jokes and your laughs, and he misses your concerned glances when he looks the worse for wear.

If it’s his fault, it takes a few days max for him to come to his senses and scramble to apologize to you. He asks Jade for advice about whether he should get you flowers or chocolate, but the latter says he only needs to bring with him sincerity.

If it’s just a bicker over petty matters, perhaps he will still comply and come to you with a genuine apology, but if it’s a big fight that leaves both of you down in the dumps, he won’t allow himself to go empty-handed. Whether it be dinner or a cute jewelry, he is determined to right his wrongs and bring a smile back to your face by all means necessary.

He promises not to let his anger get the better of him again, and pays extra attention to his demeanor when he’s stressed or frustrated in the future.

Vil

Vil has the tendency to nitpick your actions and choices, and can come off as overbearing and demanding at times.

Sure, he usually tries to accept you for who you are, but there are occasions when he forces his own standards and wishes onto you.

He’s unwilling to apologize at first, believing that his advice and comments came from a good place— the wish for you to become the best version of yourself. Eventually, he realizes that he might’ve been too harsh with his words.

Sometimes it takes a certain attentive hunter’s off-handed words for him to realize that.

He doesn’t want to hold grudges. It’s difficult pretending to be mad at you when you pass each other by in the corridor, even for a professional actor such as himself. On the other hand, it is not easy for him to apologize.

Give him more time and he will open up and apologize to you. He won’t delay it for long as having you think that he doesn’t care about you and your feelings is the last thing he wants. He respects it if you want to set some boundaries. Even if you don’t, he makes a note of the argument and tries to avoid criticizing the same things again.

Malleus

Malleus can never stay mad at you for long. In fact, it’s strange that he would get into an argument in the first place, since he always tries his best to be loving.

Still, there are times when he fails to understand your feelings. Chances are you’re his first romantic partner, and having grown up mostly in isolation doesn’t help.

He wants to make it up to you as soon as possible, but also believes that you need some time to yourself. Plus he does want to let his negative emotions subside lest he does something to aggravate the situation.

When you’re away from each other, he still makes sure to check up on you, leaving notes to remind you to eat meals throughout the day, bringing you a cardigan when the afternoon breezes get a bit too cold for comfort.

(Really, how does one manage to stay mad at him?)

Once he thinks that you’re ready to talk, he confesses that he still needs some experiences and apologizes for overlooking your feelings.

The first few times you accidentally derail into quarreling, he gets you really extravagant gifts to show his sincerity, but he eventually understands that you’re not that angry at him. Most of the time you just need some space, and then everything will be fine once you talk it out.

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