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𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 - lee minho x fem!reader

wc: 5.8k

cw: this is a piss fic, you have been warned - don't like don't read, established d/s dynamics in a relationship, SMUT MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend has something he wants to try in bed. you didn't expect to like it so much.

a/n: like i said before this is a piss fic, if you don't like don't read! thank u to the sweet girl who commissioned this & thank u to my babies may and nessa for proofreading and also my ems <3 i was super nervous about this so i hope u like <3 smut warnings ofc under cut

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sw: PISS, established d/s dynamics, dom!minho, sub!reader, subspace, SERIOUSLY THERE’S PISS, face fucking, oral (m rec), very negotiated kink, minho calls reader a plethora of pet names, nipple play, one (1) face slap, minho’s condescending and MEAN, choking, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, squirting, reader calls minho sir briefly, brief aftercare but more offscreen!!

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It’s always daunting when Minho gets like this. You know exactly what’s going to go down tonight - you’ve discussed it extensively. You always have to discuss it extensively. Minho is nothing if not a good dom, and there’s rules and regulations that you have to adhere to, even if he is your boyfriend.

It still catches you off guard. He paces across the room to your shared wardrobe, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and exposing his veiny forearms. You’re perched on the bed, the exact way he told you to be in your plain black underwear. The fresh sheets are a welcome coolness on your warm skin. You’re overheating in excitement. You can’t wait. 

He’s going to piss on you tonight. He’s going to piss on you tonight, or maybe even in you, he’d said - he wanted to make you well and truly messy. Just the way he liked you. He told you he’d be mean, maybe even meaner than normal, and you’d agreed to it all before climbing into his lap and begging him to take you on the flimsy dining table chair in your kitchen in all of your excitement. He had chuckled, brushing a hand over your head with a teasing little “you want it that bad, huh?”. He still fucked you, so your plan went as hoped.

“I want to talk to you about something before we start, jagi,” His voice is smooth, low in volume, yet you hear every word loudly. You nod in response, and he turns and blinks at you, slow and cat-like. Oh, yeah. You were forgetting yourself already.

You blush in embarrassment of how far gone you are already, and he smiles, soft and barely noticeable. Fond. “Yeah, Min?”

The blush only continues to spread when he finally, finally climbs onto the bed next to you. He’s still in his work clothes, shirt tight on his broad pecs and his trousers tight on his thighs. You try not to stare. You fail, and he chuckles, using two fingers to prop your chin up to look directly at his eyes.

“This scene is a little harder than the other ones we’ve done,” He looks at you. It would feel scrutinising, the way he’s sizing you up, but his eyes are so full of fondness you can’t feel perceived at all - only admired. “I’m a little worried you may fall into subspace. Do you know what that is?”

He’s using his dominant voice on you, you swear. The tone of voice that’s level, not quite monotone but very, very straightforward and firm. Almost strict. It makes you rub your thighs together in need. Your boyfriend is so sexy when he’s like this. 

A quick scratch to your chin has you blinking back into reality. Yes. “Yes, I do know what that is. I’ve never done that before though, have I? So I probably won’t now, and-”

“We don’t know that,” He’s firm when he cuts you off, but presses a kiss to your nose nonetheless. “I need to know if you’re okay with me continuing if I notice you getting all floaty, jagi. I won’t if you don’t want me to. This is all in your hands, yeah? You know you run this show.” 

He chuckles, lightening the mood, but he’s right. When Minho first introduced you to this, you realised very quickly that despite the dominant being physically in charge, it was definitely the submissive that held the reins. It’s hard giving yourself over to someone so viscerally - it’s a vulnerable state to be in, letting someone decide your limits and decide what’s best for you.

Despite that, you’d let Minho fuck you outside in six foot snow, so you were definitely down for being fucked in subspace.

“Yes. Yeah, I want you to- I think it’d be hot, I think,” You’re babbling already, and Minho smiles again, his teeth glinting in the low light of your lamp. “I think it would be hot if you carried on, and I was like- all fuzzy, and stuff. You know?”

It’s silent for a beat, and then he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Cute. Remember I love you, jagi, okay?”

Oh. Oh, you were starting? He normally only said that before you started, and before you can question him, he’s pressing his mouth against yours firmer, harder. It’s messy, the way he dominates your mouth instantly and uses one hand to tangle in your hair, yanking your hair back. You whimper against his lips, and he bites your bottom lip in response, finally moving to press you down to the bed with him on top of you. He starts to trail kisses down your face and your neck, and you can't help but let out a small noise of excitement. Before you can beg him to leave his mark on you, he quickly moves back up to your lips and starts to deepen the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth in an act of possession. You wrap your arms around him and bring him closer, feeling yourself getting a lot more than just worked up.

His chest is muscled, the slightly toned soft muscle that only makes sense on Minho. He’s not heavy on top of you, only a presence where he licks and sucks into your mouth until you’re leaking into your panties. He pulls away, his lips dropping to your neck, and you can’t be anything more than pliant the way you let him use your skin and mark you as his. You are his. Mentally, emotionally, physically - any way he wants you, you’ll let him.

“I love this body,” Minho groans, his voice low and gravelly. “Such a filthy fucking body. You’re gonna let me piss on it, aren’t you?”

You whine, loud and unabashed, and Minho chuckles. It’s a puff of air against the exposed column of your neck and your hips cant up, searching for friction. 

“Oh, you are,” His hand moves down to your bra, searching through the lace for your pebbled nipple. The lace is thin, pitch black and almost sheer, and a grin forms on his face when he manages to pinch your nipple meanly. “Look at how excited you are for it. Your nipples are so hard, are you that excited for my piss?”

You try to nod in response, but a quick slap against your cheek using his spare hand has you reeling to try and form words. You’re babbling before you can even think. “Y-Yes! Yes, Minho, I’m excited. I can’t wait, I wanna- I wan’ taste it, will you let me? Please?”

He hums in consideration, yanking down the cups of your bra to expose your tits to him. He was right - your nipples are hard and pebbled, dusky against your flesh, and he ducks down to engulf one in his mouth. His lips are full, plush like pillows, and his tongue darts around your nipple in small kitten licks. Soft, wet, warm. Pliant. His.

Minho’s bunny teeth are quick to bite at the peak, and you whine, back arching up to get more of the painful pleasure. He coos at this, finger running over your areola once when he pulls back from your chest. He sits back on his haunches, fingers deftly making quick use of his belt. The way he pulls the belt from the loops on his trousers have you remembering all the times he’s whipped you with it, and your eyes go blurry. You’re staring directly at the extremely prominent bulge in his trousers as if you somehow have x-ray vision and can see his cock in all its glory already.

“I’m going to fuck your face,” He explains, pushing down the expensive branded boxers to his thighs. His thighs are thick, muscled from years of dance, and you nod at his words despite having your vision solely trained on the bulging muscles. You can’t even keep your attention there for long - his cock springs out, hard and flushed and so big, so thick in the tight ring he forms around the base. The veins look as though they could be practically throbbing beneath the skin with arousal. “I’ll fuck your face, and I’ll piss down your throat. Do you want that? Tell me.”

He’s asking you, and you can’t believe it. Of course you want it, but you respond anyway. “I want it. I want it so bad, Minho. How do you want me? On the floor, on my knees? Or do you-”

“On the floor,” He looks towards the ground, pleased with himself when you heed his commands immediately. You’re quick to dive off of the bed and sink to your knees on the floor, and Minho lets out a fond chuckle before standing in front of you, ever the image of dominance. The hardwood floor doesn’t save your knees, still feeling hard and uncomfortable, and the way the pain bites into your legs has you shifting even more. It turns you on, being used and treated like an object, and being put on the floor to suck cock doesn’t help any. You’re positively ruining your panties by now.

His trousers are pushed down to his ankles, the perfect juxtaposition of black, thick material against his milky skin. His shirt is rolled up just enough for you to see the bottom of his tummy, hairy and soft above his cock. You expect him to keep it on, but you watch in awe as he unbuttons his shirt quickly and throws it to the side. His chest is exposed to you then, all broad muscle and dusky pink nipples against his skin.

He pumps his shaft in his hand a few times for good measure, just barely a few inches from your face, and then he’s tapping the cockhead on your lips. “Open wide. C’mon, kitty cat.”

His tone is condescending, almost patronising, and you hold back a whine. When your lips fall apart, he’s pushing into your mouth before you can even process it. A blistering, feverish pace immediately takes over his hips, and his cockhead is ramming down your throat with only a slight bit of pain beneath all of the pleasure. You try to run your tongue over the tip, to trace the veins with the tip of your tongue, but it’s impossible. He’s using your mouth like he’d use your pussy, unabashed and downright mean.

“Take it,” he grunts, looking ever the ethereal being above you. If you didn’t know him, you’d swear he was an angel - no, a fallen angel, debauched and with black, wiry wings sprouting from his back. Sweat covers the top of his chest, shiny and wet, and his cockhead presses firmly into the back of your throat. Your eyes water with the intense ministrations on your throat, hands aching to reach out and grab onto Minho’s thighs. They stay securely on your own limbs, and Minho groans, his eyes staring down into yours.  “Fucking take it for me. Take my cock, dirty kitty. Don’t you dare fucking cry about it.”

You’d swear he was composed if it wasn’t for the way he was looking down at you. Minho’s mostly quiet in bed, only a few sparse noises, but the fire in his eyes is visible.

The sounds in the room are filthy. Your eyes are hazy already with the force that he’s rutting into your mouth, but when his hand goes into your hair, yanking with all of his might, you hear yourself whine between gags and you’re not even trying to. You’re floating, fuzzy where your boyfriend fucks his cockhead into your mouth - you can’t even consider what’s going on, not too out of it but out of it enough to question what’s actually happening around you. Is this what Minho was talking about before? Subspace?

“Oh, Jesus. Are you feeling fuzzy already, kitty?” He pulls his cock out, tapping the cockhead on your bottom lip. A string of drool attaches his cock back to your mouth and he groans in approval, feline eyes narrowing. “Went down so easy for me, huh? Do you think you can take a little more?”

You’re nodding then, subconsciously, but a slight smile on your face. You want more. You need more. You need his piss, wherever on your body that he deems acceptable - it’s like he’s marking you as his territory. It’s such a primitive act that gets you more than just hot under the collar. If he pisses on you, or in you, it’s as if he sees you as an object that’s beneath him, not worth anything more than his piss. 

“Good,” He muses, and then his hand is forming a tight ring around his length. It’s throbbing, long and thick where it protrudes from his groin with drops of pearlescent precum, and he presses it past your lips again with a small sigh. “I’ve gotta take a piss, kitty cat. I want you to swallow it all for me, and then you can have some milk in that pussy for being good. How’s that?”

You can’t reply, because he’s already bouncing your head on his shaft. He’s resorted to pulling you up and down on his shaft by your hair this time, not grinding his hips rhythmically into the hot, wet cavern you’ve provided. 

“You know, I really thought you’d say no to this,” How the fuck is his voice calm right now? “But then I realised that of course you’d be into it. My filthy little fucking urinal.”

You moan loudly around his shaft. Minho chuckles, and then he’s pulling back again, your throat abused and aching at the alleviation of pressure. His cockhead stays at the entrance of your mouth, and he drops a hand from your hair to pump it a few times, raising an eyebrow at you.

“It’s coming,” He warns. “Are you ready? Are you ready for my piss, filthy bitch?”

You moan, nodding, and when your tongue lolls out of your mouth, Minho lets out a loud groan. It’s primal, and you watch silently as he shakes his head and flutters his eyes closed to try and gain some control of himself. He runs his finger over the slit of his cockhead, and then he’s pushing the tip past your lips again and - oh. 

His piss begins leaking out of his tip, a slow and steady stream that tastes surprisingly a lot like you expected. It’s purely Minho, raw and unfiltered, and you whine and whimper and let him fill your mouth up with his piss. It feels filthy, your pussy positively dripping through your panties and onto the floor by now. The stream floods down your throat even as you continue to gulp it down greedily, and you allow your hands to finally find purchase on his thighs, fingernails digging into the muscle. He allows it, his hands both moving back to your hair to bob you on his tip just a little to get the rest of his piss out.

Minho pulls out of your mouth with a soft noise, his eyes staring down at you almost menacingly. You dip your tongue into his piss-slit once more, moaning at the remnants of the taste, and then you’re whining, loud and un-muffled. 

“Minho,” You say, voice high and needy. You feel as though you want to say so much, you want to beg so much, but nothing is coming out of your mouth. You’re so fucking turned on you feel like you could die. “P-Please. Please, please. I can’t, I can’t, please, please-”

He positively growls. You’re pulled up by two hands underneath your armpits and thrown onto the bed less than unceremoniously, his body sidling up next to you. He’s kicked his trousers off, you notice, body warm and firm next to you.

“Was it that good? Dirty little thing,” He hums, tongue licking one fat stripe up your neck. “C’mere. Let me taste it on you.”

Minho’s lips are firm against yours, and his hands are anything but gentle as he slides them down your body. It’s like he’s igniting you with electricity, every area of skin that he touches feeling warm and too sensitive. His lips trail down your neck, leaving another trail of fire behind them. You’re pliant, letting him pull you by your hair and your throat into his dominating, overwhelming kisses.

His fingers reach your panties, and his finger dips underneath the waistband. You gasp, holding your breath and wishing, praying that he’ll push his whole hand into your underwear, but he simply pulls his finger back with a small amused puff of air. 

“Hnnfg, Minho, Minho, please, I don’t, I can’t-“

Minho leans over you more then, his eyes dark and half-lidded when he stares into yours. His gaze is all-consuming, but there’s a slight hint of a teasing smile on his lips. “Jesus, kitty. Be quiet,” His voice is low, amused, until all signs of a smile drop from his face upon his fingers finally delving into your underwear. His forearm obscures your vision, muscled and veiny, but you can feel the way your wetness immediately drenches his fingertips. His eyes flicker from your face to your core in awe, lips slightly parted. “Fuckin- shit. Jagi, tell me this is a joke. You’re fucking drenched.”

You are. His fingers smear around in your wetness, spreading it all around your folds. He drags his middle and ring finger down to your hole, wet and sloppy, and you look at him with pleading eyes. You’re not sure you could talk even if you wanted to.

Minho simply smiles that toothy smile that you love, eyes crinkling. You’re confused - he’s being nice - until he’s shoving both fingers into you at once. It was a stretch you hadn't been prepared for, and you jolt with a squeal, hands going up to grip onto his forearm. 

“Do you remember what I said before, jagi?” He muses, fingers curling up into that spot that makes you whine. You do whine, legs thrashing around and toes curling against the sheets. “If you have any in there, I’m fucking having it. I want you to piss all over my cock before I fuck you with it, remember? I want you to treat you like the dirty little thing you are.”

You nod, brain still fuzzy and way too overwhelmed. Your pussy squelches loudly around his digits, and his spare hand wraps around your throat in a dangerous grip. It’s not too hard, but definitely there, and you whimper in approval. 

Your eyes roll back into your head at the pace he sets against your g-spot, and after a brief, tight squeeze, Minho removes his hand from your throat in favour of using two fingers on your clit along with his harsh fingering. His arm is curled underneath your waist in a position that must be painful to him, but you ignore it in favour of your own pleasure. 

You feel like you could scream, and you do let out some strangled noise that sounds nothing at all like you. Just when you think it can’t get any worse - or any better, actually - he slides another finger in, stretching you out with three of his digits. You’re dripping down onto his knuckles and you wail, starting to hump against his hand. You’re going to cum embarrassingly quickly.

“You better be fucking thinking of asking for permission, bitch,” Minho hisses in your ear. You moan in response, nodding. Of course you’ll ask. Something about your boyfriend just makes you want to be good. You want to obey him so he continues to give you such nice things. “You don’t make the decisions. I'm the one fucking that hole with my fingers right now, I'll be the one who says you can cum.”

His fingers thrust into you faster, if it was possible, and you thrash around. The movement brings Minho’s cock against your thigh, and you gasp at the realisation that he’s next to you, naked, in all his glory. Your fingernails still dig painfully into his forearm, but he doesn’t seem phased. “Minho, Minho- I’m gon’- please, please, please, I wanna cum, let me come, it hurts, I-“

“Oh, I know, I know. It just feels too good, doesn’t it? You can’t even fucking control yourself, writhing around like that,” He groans, eyes fixated on your face. You know your expression is screwed up in pleasure, eyes watering from the feeling of his fingers inside of you. His fingers begin to slide around on your clit rather than provide any direct pressure due to how wet you’re getting, but you still hump against the sensation with gratitude. You’d never have anything other than gratitude when Minho’s being so nice like this. “You’re behaving like a fucking whore. Beg me for it. Beg me to let a fucking whore like you cum all over my fingers, tell me how good it feels.”

He starts kissing up your neck again with the open-mouthed, wet movements, and you feel like you’re about to burst. Just a little more. Just a little more, and you can, you just have to will your brain to speak. “I-I love sir's fingers, fuck, I love when sir fingers me like this- fuck, sir I'm gonna- can't hold it- I, hnng, I can’t, I don’t- pleasepleaseplease-”

Minho pulls away from your neck with an alarmed little snort. “Sir? God, you are far gone,” He points out, but then he’s pinching your clit meanly with his fingers. It makes you hump his hand a little faster and whine a little louder. It’s quiet for a beat, and then he’s sighing as if he’s annoyed. You swear you catch him rolling his eyes through your blurry vision. “Okay, fine. Go on then, if you want to cum so badly. Cum.”

With one word, you feel like your whole world is falling apart. A gush of wetness bursts from you and all over the bed, probably soaking Minho too. Your ears are ringing and you can feel the tears brimming in your eyes begin to fall, fat streaks of wetness painting your skin. His fingers don’t slow, but he’s groaning in your ear now, coaching you along. He pulls his fingers out, rubbing over your clit with a wet hand that only made you let out another gush everywhere. You were sure you'd screamed.

You wail and thrash through your orgasm, and then you’re panting, body dropping back onto the bed. You don’t register Minho groaning, licking his fingers clean - you only realise he’s moved when he’s on top of you, yanking your soaking wet underwear down your legs and finally unclasping your bra. Your hands go above your head, pliant and willing, letting him take control. You’re fucked dumb by now, anyway. You’d be no use.

“If you had all that in there for me, you have some piss in there,” He muses, and you whine, shaking your head.

“D’nt need to pee, Min,” You insist, head lolling back on the sheets. You’re pliant, and Minho grabs your chin with his hand, making you face him. His ears are burning a shade of delectable pink, the flush travelling over his chest and making him look almost embarrassed. You know this state of Minho all too well, though. He’s so horny he feels like he’s about to explode.

“You do,” He responds, quick as a flash. You whimper as he presses his cockhead into your folds, just barely teasing the ruddy, flushed tip at your hole. Your hands move to grip onto the sheets next to your head, and just when you’re sure he’s going to put it in, Minho leans down, and then his hand is pressing on the bottom of your stomach. You wail, shaking your head. Minho chuckles knowingly. “You need to piss, don’t you?”

You do. Embarrassingly quickly, just from him pressing on your bladder. “I- it’ll make a mess, Min, I can’t, I can’t-”

“I want it to make a fucking mess,” He scoffs, pressing harder. He continues to drag his cock through your sopping wet folds with his other hand, his feline eyes staring at you with a renewed fire burning behind them. He’s daring you to disobey. You would never disobey him. “I want everything you have to give me. Piss all over my cock. Do it.”

You clench your thighs, stomach tensing. It doesn’t take much, only a slight rubbing of Minho’s hand on your tummy and you’re pissing. The stream erupts from you in a messy spurt, and Minho groans, pumping his cock to coat it in your mess. You whine, trying to shift your hips to catch his cock inside of you, but the mess you’re making ensures that it’s too slippery to do so.

“Stay still, you’ll get it in a second,” Minho mumbles, hand tightening around the head of his cock. It’s substantially lubed now, but he still continues to pump it, hand easing up on your stomach. Something about it has your mouth watering, staring at his cock and wondering how it tastes. Maybe he’ll let you suck it clean next time, let you taste his cock mixed with your own piss. “That’s it, kitty. Get sir’s cock nice and wet with your piss. Dirty little thing.”

When the stream finally finishes, you shift against the sheets, soaking wet and definitely a lot more aroused than you were previously. There’s still only one thing on your mind. “Can- can I have it now, please, please?”

Minho nods, his cheeks blazing red. He’s losing his composure. “Yeah. God, yeah, kitty. You can have it, c’mere,” He sighs, finally pushing the head of his cock inside of you. It slides inside easily with the wetness of your pussy and the mess you’d made on him, his thick shaft stretching you out and making you moan out for him. You catch sight of Minho’s eyes rolling back into his head, a long, drawn out noise leaving his lips. “Fuck, this is so fucking dirty. You’re filthy, letting me do this.”

No. You’re not, are you? Are you dirty? “Filthy?” You question, completely in bliss at the feeling of him finally inside you. You’ll be filthy if it means he’ll fuck you. Minho chuckles, and then his hips start to move, a sinuous grind against yours. The noises your pussy is making are beyond debauched, wet, slapping sounds from how soaking wet you are. You whine, bucking your hips up, and Minho lets you, gripping your hips to pull you off of the mattress.

“I’m gonna go harder, okay? I want you to take it for me, all of it,” His voice is close, leaning down to whisper it against the skin of your neck. You nod eagerly, and he pulls your thighs up to rest your ankles on his shoulders. The change in position has his cock hitting you deeper and you gasp, fingers moving to grip on his biceps. He sits back slightly, pulling you closer to him, and then he’s pounding into you. With little to no buildup, you can’t help but squeal, your pussy gushing around his fat length. “You love this, don’t you? My cock, covered in your piss, stretching your little cunt out. You love being filthy for me.”

“Hhnnfg, hhng, Min, Min, Min, you made me pee, you-”

Minho scoffs, hand threading into your hair. He wraps your hair around his fist and pulls, bent half over you while he pounds your pussy into oblivion. “Don’t make stupid fucking excuses for yourself. I can see it in your eyes, you love being like this for me.” 

You whine, tears brimming in your eyes again uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but just lay there, pliant and gripping onto his biceps for him to stretch your pussy out with his veiny fucking cock. It feels almost too good, too overwhelming. The ridges of his shaft are pressing against your walls, causing a delectable friction that has you clenching down on every outwards motion from him. It’s as if your pussy doesn’t want him to leave, and you don’t want him to leave, pulling him close by his arms every time he thrusts inside of you. 

Minho pushes your thighs apart, and then he’s bending you into a sort of mating press. Your legs rest on his upper biceps and his body folds you in half for him, making you whine at the stretch on your muscles. You’re loud, embarrassingly so, little “ah, ah, ah”’s leaving your mouth with every thrust. The change in position allows him to hit your cervix with his length, long and throbbing inside of you, and you’re only louder and more pathetic for him. 

“Can you hear that, kitty cat?” He whispers, and you hold your breath. Once you’ve stopped making so much noise, you can hear it - the sound of your pussy is even louder, wet and messy and when you look down, his cock is soaking with you. With your piss or your slick, you’re not sure, but it has you clenching down deliciously anyway. “I’m fucking your own piss into you, and you’re whining like a little bitch.”

You can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. Your previous slight fuzziness has morphed into full blown floating, and you think you’re crying, but you’re not sure. All you can hear is your own noises, loud and desperate while he ensures your pussy never forgets the shape of his cock. “Ah, ah, I don’t- sir, I don’t, I can’t, I don’t know- ah, oh, I can’t-”

“Ah, fucking hell,” Minho hisses, gritting his teeth. You watch in disappointment as he pulls his cock out of you, forming a tight ring around the base with his fingers. “I need to cum inside you. I need to give you your milk, kitty cat, c’mon. Flip over for me.” 

He tells you to do it, but helps you anyway. You feel his hands go to your hips to flip you over, and then you’re face down, and some part of you finds the strength to push your hips up to present your pussy for him. But, milk? You’ve been good enough for that?

He sinks back inside you, his cock slick and fat and too much for your little pussy. “There you go, jagi. Biiig stretch, feel it,” He moans, and you push your hips back on him easily. In this position, your lips are parted and you can feel yourself drooling up a puddle on the sheets. It adds to the mess, filthy with piss and slick and sweat, and you want Minho to lick it all up and spit it in your mouth. He immediately resumes his punishing pace, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust and hitting that delicious spot inside you so well. “Fuckin’ tight pussy, ah, it’s so good.” 

“H- haa, Minho, have I been good?” You question, eyes blurry and bottom lip slick with your own spit. Minho groans, deep and loud, reverberating through your whole body. He knows you need reassurance, and he nods, a little smile on his face despite his lust-filled, half-lidded eyes.

“You’ve been so good. So good I’m giving you my cum, yeah? Gonna breed that little pussy, filled it with your piss already, needs my cum now,” He’s babbling, which is a sure sign that he’s close - but you can’t even fathom it in your state. “Little girl, kitty cat, so good for me, c’mere.”

You don’t move, but Minho slinks one hand around your hip to rub at your clit. The added pleasure has you jolting with a whine, and Minho lets out an amused puff of air at your reaction. His fingers slide around your clit wet and imprecise, but it’s enough to have you hurtling towards your second orgasm. His cockhead slams against your g-spot, bordering on painful, but the sensation only adds to the throes of bliss he has you tumbling through.

“Min, Min, Min, it’s- ‘s so good, so good, so big, so- Min, Min, I g’ta-”

“You can cum whenever, jagi. Give it to me, I want it,” His voice is higher, more desperate, and you nod eagerly. He sidles over your back, his sweaty chest pressed to your skin, and then he’s pressing his lips against yours.

It’s less of a kiss and more of a messy exchange of spit and breathing into each other's mouths. Minho’s tongue slides against yours as he continues to rub messy circles around your clit, and before you know it, you’re cumming around his cock with a sharp gasp of pleasure against his lips. He swallows your noises, finally engulfing your mouth with his, and you moan and sigh freely through gushing all over his length, the electric feeling making your toes curl.

Minho envelops your hair tightly with his spare hand, thrusting harder and faster, his breathing becoming ragged as he approaches his climax. With a broken whine, you feel his cum fill you up, thick and hot and heavy.

He flops on top of you with a sigh, his body weight a welcome presence for you. You ignore the feeling of the sheets beneath you in favour of closing your eyes and humming contentedly. You’re still floating, but it’s calmer now, softer. It feels like you’re on a cloud. “So good, Min.” 

“Yeah?” Minho grins, his hand now stroking softly through your hair in favour of yanking on it. “You did so good for me, jagi. You were so, so good, made me cum so hard.”

“You made me cum hard, too,” You respond, opening one eye to see his face over your shoulder. His cheeks are flushed, hair sweaty and floppy over his eyes, but he has a blissed out smile on his face. When he catches sight of you looking at him, he smiles, and the sight of his bunny teeth has your heart singing. How can he look so cute after fucking you like that? Before you can say anything else, you yawn, and Minho giggles. “‘M sleepy.”

“Bath first, jagi,” He coos, kissing your hairline. “My sweet girl. Let’s get you nice and clean and then we’ll nap.”

“Mm, okay,” Minho hops off of you and you stretch out leisurely like a cat, your body sticky and defiled. You hear him tinkering around the room behind you, humming a tune to himself, and you smile fondly. “Love you, Min.”

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

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[cowboylor]

louder

matty needs you to be louder.

warnings: (18+) smut, oral (f. receiving), afab reader (use of she pronoun at one point), praise kink, light degradation, overstimulation

wc: 1k

[*edit: this is a work of fiction. matty healy gets NO pussy.]

It wasn’t enough.

He had your underwear stuffed into the front pocket of his pants and your thighs locked around his head but it just wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter what Matty did; how he curled his fingers, or how much carefully calculated pressure he applied to your core, you still wouldn’t give him more than a quiet, lady-like moan.

“Who makes you feel this good?” He prompts, pushing two fingers into you.

He pumps them in a ‘come here’ motion that has you hiding your gasp beneath the palm of your hand. You clench around his fingers, squirming as he tightens his grip around your thighs.

Who makes you feel this good?

The question hangs over your head as Matty gouges you for an verbal answer. But your mind is blank and you can only focus on the heat rushing to your face (and lower stomach). Your cheeks heat and you resist the urge to call out his name.

“Mhmm!”

He sighs, stilling the motion altogether.

This makes you freeze and wonder if this entire thing is completely unbearable for him. You thought you were doing everything right. You kept your volume low. Your moans were quiet and regulated. You’ve learned from past partners that minimal loudness from a girl is most ideal. And while you feel more inclined to scream into the mattress whenever Matty so much as touches you–you want to please him. And the worst-case scenario is him finding you too loud.

You continue to hide in the base of your hand as his fingertips trail up your inner thigh. You’re about to stutter out an apology when he plants a kiss where his fingers are planted, his teeth grazing your skin lightly. He removes his fingers and before you could quietly mewl out, he presses the pad of his thumb harshly against your clit, eliciting a whine past your closed lips.

“Come on, love,” He murmurs into your thigh. “Let me hear it.”

His rough circling makes you let out a hushed string of ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’, but he shoots you an unimpressed look: “Pathetic.”

Your breath hitches when his teeth dig into your thigh again. He litters kisses up to your center.

You glance down at him; watching his left hand, which has a firm grasp on your leg, flex as he grips you. You admire his hand veins that pop out when he’s wrapped up in you and the way his right hand is pressed against your core, his thumb circling in sloppy motions. It takes one look at his furrowed brow and watchful eyes that you get what he wants–

It’s an ego thing. He wants to hear all of you.

You whine out, “Baby–”

“She speaks,” He tuts.

A familiar coil begins to unravel as you search for the right words. You make an effort to prop up on your elbows as his fingers nudge against your core, parting you in two. Your breath is ragged: “Baby, I need you.”

He removes his hand and you hiss at the abrupt stop. You start to mutter out a complaint but then his hand shoots out to push you back into the mattress, putting an end to your propped-up position. You squirm into the bedspread again and gasp sharply when his head dips down between your thighs. The tip of his nose nudges against your bud when he tugs you close.

His breath fawns against you.

“I need you,” Matty prods at your lips, “to be louder.”

His tongue sears through you and you’re quickly tugging his hair with a shriek and the only words you can think of for him are mean mean mean.

“Matty–” You plead, “Matty, please.”

He laps at your core, and you arch against the bed with a cry that would have neighbors knocking on your door. The sheets fall victim to your brazen fingertips as you pull and tug at whatever is available to you.

He grins at the reaction, his thumb reaching to play with your swollen clit, “Having fun?”

When he presses his tongue flat against you, you’re jerking away from him and chanting his name like you’re reciting an old hymn. And as soon as do, he’s straining against the line of his pants, mumbling something along the lines of ‘fucking you later.’ He curses under his breath as he fondles the curve of your hip. His fingers dig into your skin as he tugs you closer to him–closer to his mouth.

“You’re good,” You say, hands reaching for his hair again. “You’re so good.”

You can sense his smirk and you almost regret the admission.

“Uh-huh.” As if to say I know.

His name is the only thing left your lips as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. The growing heat in your stomach is building to a breaking point and you buck your hips against the tight hold he has on your thighs.

You’re not sure what to do with your hands, other than to thread your fingertips through his curls and pull on them for good measure. When he lifts his head and you notice his blown-out pupils and the saliva running down his chin for the first time.

“Gonna ride me after,” It’s not phrased as a question but you nod vigorously, moaning when he dips back down between your thighs. His movements grow more erratic, eager to watch you finish on his tongue. “Think this pretty cunt can handle that?”

“Yes, yes,” You fist the sheets in your hand, making the corners of the bedding begin to give way. “However you want it.”

He groans into your core, the noise vibrating throughout your body. His hips shift and he’s leaning over to look you in the eyes: “Tell me how you want it.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #the 1975 imagines #matty healy smut #*my writing #deleting my acc #i hate this but i need to post it or i will never ~rest~ #i am free of him

[slamminslamminmcgill]

fuck it lalo rimming drabble. whatever. it’s 2 in the morning

warning: spit kink, degradation, face-slapping, mentions of face-sitting

“You want me to do what?”

The way he snarled around that last word caused shame to boil in your stomach, blood to rush to your cheeks. You immediately regretted saying it, and tried backpedaling hard, “I-If you don’t want to, it’s fine, just-!”

“Shhh…” Lalo pressed his thumb to your lips, forcing them closed. His other fingers swept under your chin and tilted it up to him. He craned his neck closer, his predatory eyes never leaving your face, studying every minute twitch and blink that graced your features for even a millisecond. His thumb dragged from your lips to your cheek, and swirled in circles of affection. “Qué cara tan linda… (Such a pretty face…)”

You squeaked and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his burning into you. Or maybe that was the heat of your own embarrassment cooking you alive. Whatever it was, it was unbearable. You stayed willfully blinded, shielding yourself from reality and just focusing on the tender touch of his calloused hand. It was working. You stopped trembling, your breathing started to regulate. It seemed like everything was gonna be okay…

“You really want me to sit on it?”

…and then you were slammed face-first into reality like a fucking brick wall. Wake up, asshole.

“C’mon. Look at me.” Lalo tapped your cheek repeatedly until your eyelids just barely propped open. You slowly hoisted them up all the way up, then blinked away your shame until you could see him in focus. His expression was unclockable, only adding to your anxiety. “Tell me what you said.”

“I-, uh…” You swallowed hard, the words weighing much heavier when they weren’t rolling off your tongue in a brainless blip of passion. “I want you to sit on my face, Lalo.”

He chuckled in response, enamored by the way your depravity seemed to take priority over your dignity. You doubled down, and that was more than enough for him.

“Nasty fucking bitch.” He growled in approval, shaking you by the jaw to flaunt his literal and psychological grip on you. And if that wasn’t enough, he spat in your face, the heavy glob of spit draping over your nose and gradually dripping downwards. It went flying off your face when he slapped it. Then he threw you down against the bed with a firm command.

“Lay down on your back, whore.”

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[freesia-writes]

x Reader: Waking Up with The Bad Batch

[PG-13 fluff, cuddling, kissing]

Part 5: Tech

You slowly come to your senses, taking a deep breath and rolling onto your back, rubbing your eyes and pushing the hair out of your face. Your head falls to the side, where your eyes find... an empty bed.

Tech is nowhere to be seen, and you feel a bit bummed for a moment before the door opens and in he trots, fully clothed in his blacks for the day, carrying a tray.

"I assumed you, like most, would enjoy a fresh cup of caf upon waking, so here it is, along with the necessary accoutrements," Tech says, lowering the tray on the cabinet beside the bed. You smile sleepily at the steaming mug, eager to get your hands on it, but something else takes precedence for a moment...

"Tech," you say softly, stretching a hand out to him, "Come back for a minute?" You know his practicality rules all, but perhaps he could be enticed to enjoy the morning a little differently than he usually does.

"I am completely awake," he informs you, tilting his head in that irresistibly adorable way.

"I know," you answer, keeping the hand extended, "But could I introduce you to a form of intimacy known as a morning cuddle?" You try not to smirk, because you're not making fun of him, but truly adore the way information should be presented for him to respond favorably. "It does wonders for your parasympathetic nervous system."

"Ah," Tech answers, inclining his head slightly and taking your hand, "Perhaps... it could be worth exploring." There's a warmth to his voice, and it's not that the two of you haven't connected physically before. He just has to get into that head space. He climbs into the bed next to you, lying flat on his back with one arm outstretched toward you, and you snuggle up beside him, running a hand across his chest and resting your cheek on his shoulder, letting out a little sigh.

He brings a hand up to meet yours, gently scooping it up from his chest and bringing it to his lips, kissing the backs of your folded fingers with a lingering tenderness. Now that's more like it. You hum a little note of gratitude, and he turns to face you, propping up on an elbow as his shift of weight softly pushes you onto your back.

He studies your face, tracing a feather-light fingertip from your forehead down the side of your cheek. His fingers slip along the edge of your jawbone and come to rest just under your chin, allowing his thumb to brush the curve of your lips. You close your eyes, relishing his tender caresses.

He's fully in the zone now, staring intently into your eyes as you open them with a blissful smile just in time to see him leaning in. His lips brush yours tentatively, then he kisses you, gently at first but with an increasing firmness and ardor as you snake a hand under his black shirt, feeling his chest rise with a sudden inhale at your touch.

He pulls you across his entire body, rolling onto his back, placing you on your stomach half on top of him and half on his side, one leg draped over, one arm reaching across his chest. You nuzzle your face into his neck, breathing in his fresh, clean scent, marveling at how he is simultaneously so strong and soft at the same time. He lifts the hem of your shirt a few inches and traces his fingers up and down the small of your back for a moment before resting his palm flat on your spine.

"You were right; this sort of co-regulation is a fantastic way to start the day," Tech says factually, and you smile, picking your head up to look at him fondly. You place a gentle kiss on his cheek in response.

[I don't think this is ever gonna end if I don't cut it off so that's it for now but if you want more Tech love then go read my longfic for Tech and Vel!]

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[anicyz]

Sensory regulation headcannons- Linked Universe Edition

Wild- He craves proprioceptive input. Deep pressure squeezes on his arms and shoulders, crashing into stuff, landing from high places, when Wolfie flops on top of him and weighs him down into his bones. Wild looks for physical forces to remind him he’s in his body. Let’s not talk about how close he stands to bombs solely for the shockwave. Wild also uses tactile senses as regulation, worrying ends of clothes, fingers gliding over different textured rocks he’s filled his pockets with, touch drifting over his scars, cataloguing bumps and ridges.

Hyrule- Also very proprioceptively inclined, he likes the feeling of pressure in his joints when he runs and skips, long bear hugs, firm touches. Deep pressure given through touch from others is his favorite, this poor guy is so touch starved. He likes visual sights as regulation to, watching clouds change, his own fingers dance in front of his face, bugs and fairies flying around.

Legend- His regulator is sound. Heart beats, tongue clicks, finger taps against his scabbard, clinks and clanks made by his copious amount of gear. When he’s at home he listens for the sound of Ravio tinkering around the house, he’ll sit in the same room or the one adjacent to hear him better.

Wind- Vestibular regulation all. day. long. The rocking and rolling of ships is calming as is twirling himself up tight in a sail and letting gravity roll him to the ground. Spinning in circles and hanging upside down are common replacements when he’s on land. Wind is also quite taken by sound; he loves whistling, rhythmic chants and shanties, creaking wood, tapping, humming. All are very helpful to keep him focused and on task.

Twilight- Much like Wild he’s prop and tactile regulation. Loves rough play, wrestling, hugs and cuddles are also great. Fingers running through his hair, deep pressure pats to his back, and running a brush up his arms and legs are good for when he gets overwhelmed.

Sky- Vestibular! Barrel rolls on his loft wing are his favorite thing as is anything involving being upside down. He also regulates well with sound but in the opposite direction of the others. It needs to be quiet. If it’s quiet he can do most things, to loud and he’s over stimulated and will shut down. That happened a lot in knight school until, Zelda made him earmuffs one winter and he hadn’t taken them off until they got destroyed on his quest.

Four- He runs the gambit of all senses depending on which color he’s feeling most like at the moment. Sometimes he wants lots of touch, other times he’ll want complete darkness. Sometimes he can’t stand to be alone and others if someone gets near him he’ll snap.

Warriors- Visual regulation, he counts his men usually. When he’s with the chain he counts them instead which often turns into an eye spy game in Hyrule and Wild’s case. It means he’s commonly the first to tell when someone is missing. He also loves watching fires and rivers because of the constant movement.

Time- Vestibular regulation, he did a lot of climbing and balancing during his childhood and the need to continue doing that has only grown. If he sees an uneven surface he will walk on it, on his hands preferably. The first time he gave in and did it on a log in front of the chain they were so shocked they didn’t ask about it for a solid week. After that it was a never ending stream of questions. He also take a lot of reassurance from tactile regulators. He runs his fingers over the grains of his mask collection and pats shoulders to feel the fabrics each person is wearing- this is especially useful with the chain as coming from different eras means the weave of their clothes is all slightly different.

#Was thinking to hard at work and came up with these #background: I am an occupational therapist #lots of sensory screens #also I just thought this would be fun #everyone regulates just some of us regulate more than others or in more obvious ways #chunking my job at my hobby to see what sticks #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu sky #ani has thoughts #about the chain and how they deal with stress and what they do to calm down #hopefully I explained the medical terms well enough? #scream at me if I didn’t haha

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[javob]

I haven’t seen much discourse about the Sam Bankman Fried event on tumblr, probably because what he’s done is obviously reprehensible to the many diverse political groups I follow on here, and the smart individuals who poast quite a bit as well.

But I didn’t really understand the events that took place on first glance and have had to research it a teensy bit, so now I will try to share that understanding with you all and be corrected if I am wrong.

Sam Bankman-Fried was/is the CEO of FTX. FTX was an exchange with a native cryptocurrency. An exchange is supposed to be safer than even a bank for money holding purposes, because it merely acts as an executive for the exchange of money. A bank may use your money to make loans while an exchange may not. Sam Bankman-Fried also was the ceo of Alameda Research which is a trading/investment firm with a particular focus on crypto. An investment firm is an inherently risky business and therefore subject to a lot of laws and regulations. It is however not criminal to lose all the money when running an investment firm, it just means that your firm is quite bad and no one will likely trust you with their money again. Sam Bankman-fried stands accused of using exchange money to prop up his poorly run investment firm something to the tune of 10 billion dollars, which is like Bernie Madoff level criminal. To top this all off, the media seems to be against portraying what he did as criminal, and all of his apologies amount to something like “I’m sorry I gambled your money poorly”, when that wasn’t the problem, the problem is that he stole all of that money to gamble in a failing firm and is completely unrepentant. Just from my quick little dive on the topic, it’s quite obvious he will do all of this again given the opportunity to do so.

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[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE MOON get what he deserves?” He is in THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX & CLOSED to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → remus lupin pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → joe keery blood status → half-blood (werewolf) sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → photographer for the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

The person to offer you the last square of CHOCOLATE, nibbled SECRETLY in the light of the fridge, with a nudge and a TEASING SMILE. COMFORT in human form, he is your favourite woollen JUMPER you search for on COLD NIGHTS that still fits despite how you’ve grown. QUIET & CAUTIOUS like the EVENING, he is the fun MEMORIES in the DARKNESS and the MYSTERIOUS HOWL that ECHOES in the MOONLIGHT.

— his story starts with ;

tw: death

A man whose heart is filled with gentle warmth and kindness, anyone who calls Remus Lupin a friend is incredibly lucky, although they are within a select few. Born to a muggle insurance office from Cardiff who fell in love with a wizard, Remus was raised in Cardiff. As a young boy, Remus was curious and eager to learn about the world. Lyall Lupin captured Remus’ imagination from an early age.  A senior advisor for The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Lyall’s knowledge of magical creatures was unchallenged and Remus grew up searching for mermaids in Cardiff Bay and looking for werewolves in Wenallt Forest. Little did Remus know that it was a werewolf who would eventually come looking for him. Around Remus’ fifth birthday a number of muggles had gone missing in Cardiff, their bodies mauled in what the authorities thought was an animal attack, but Lyall knew better. A werewolf was on the loose, and Lyall had an idea of who it was. FENRIR GREYBACK [maker/adversary] had told the questioning committee he was simply a wizard in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Lyall knew the signs of lycanthropy and would not so easily be fooled. 

Lyall voiced his concerns at the trial, suggesting Fenrir be detained till at least the next full moon, losing his temper in the process. Fenrir was released and disappeared back to Cardiff without a trace. He would not forget Lyall’s comments and on the next full moon crept through his son’s open window and bit his small body savagely. Remus awoke writhing in pain. He doesn’t remember much from this period of his life but the severity of the bite which was still etched into his skin and the werewolf venom coursing through his veins was his first living memory that haunts him to this very day. His life was changed thereafter and sadly he can remember no different. His parents tried desperately to help him, fashioning chains in the basement to keep him safe during the full moon. So began his story with self-hatred. Remus despised what he had been turned into, he had learned about werewolves. They were spiteful and wicked and now he was infected with their same cruelty. He tried everything to stop the transformations but sheer willpower was not enough and after too many comments had propped up from his school about strange marks on his body his parents were forced to pull him from school. 

Like his father Remus had shown magical promise, leaving his mother and father worried about how he would be educated due to his condition. Lyall’s good friend ALASTOR MOODY [friend] had suggested Lyall be candid with the headmaster and it was due to the persuasive powers of ALBUS DUMBLEDORE [leader/former headmaster] and a firm promise that he would keep an eye on Remus that he was allowed to attend Hogwarts School alongside his peers that following September. After the bite, Remus had learned to keep himself to himself. It was better to not attract attention to himself, which was fairly difficult at times. At his core, Remus was a fun loving, intelligent and witty boy, which to the joy of his classmates he showed in the odd moment. His first friend at school LILY EVANS [close friend], was more perceptive than most eleven year olds and had learned the key to friendship with Remus was not to ask too many questions and make clever quips quietly to one another about the assigned reading or their less academically gifted classmates. It was perhaps this friendship with Lily that first put him on the radar of JAMES POTTER [best friend/housemate], though he knows now it was a multitude of things. 

His dorm mate was one of the most popular students in his year, amongst his friends and fellow dorm mates PETER PETTIGREW [best friend/housemate] and SIRIUS BLACK [best friend/housemate]. Although they got on the nerves of a fair few people, Remus landed on the side that he found them amusing and enjoyed their casual chats before bed and silently appreciated their attempts to get to know him. Their persistence to know him was the best thing that ever happened to Remus and although the most terrifying thing in the world was waking up in The Shrieking Shack after a full moon to find all three boys staring back at him, he has to this day never been more grateful for a singular event. For the first time he has true friends and the marauders came to know and love him even better than his own family. They didn’t care about his condition, in fact they learned to become animagus to accompany him on the full moon. Remus came into his own, a brighter and happier boy who would partake in practical jokes and parties by The Black Lake the boys became known for. Hogwarts was a happy time for Remus, a safe place to learn about himself and have responsibility given to him. 

He graduated with outstanding results, having been a prefect and with a loyal and brilliant set of friends, completed perfectly by MARLENE MCKINNON [close friend], DORCAS MEADOWES [close friend] and MARY MACDONALD [close friend]. Upon leaving Hogwarts at eighteen, all of the same fears he had aged eleven flooded back to him. With no Dumbledore to look out for him, Remus knew he would have to manage his condition alone in the workplace. Accepting a job at The Ministry of Magic as a crime scene photographer and analyst and moving in with James, Sirius and Peter. What had happened to Remus had changed his life forever and instead of letting it force him into depression, he used it as the catalyst to drive him forward. His expertise was vital to The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, especially in the wake of the death of BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest]. A suspected killer werewolf was on the loose, but the case did not quite add up to Remus, who knew exactly what it looked like to be attacked by a werewolf. 

Remus tried his best to get ALICIA AVERY-JONES [boss] to see to reason that Booker hadn’t been killed by a werewolf at all, but not wanting to draw attention to himself was forced to drop his quest and help The Ministry rule werewolf SILAS CRUMP [person of interest] as his killer. Three years on, Remus knows more. Now a member of The Order of The Phoenix alongside his friends; he knows that something much darker is at play and Silas Crump sitting in Azkaban weighs on him more heavily each day. With the guidance of FRANK LONGBOTTOM [mentor], Remus has been privately looking into Booker’s death for The Order; believing it might help establish some leads as to who may be hiding in the army of THE DARK LORD [adversary]. But with hate towards creatures on the rise and The Ministry trying to crack down on registration after the disappearance of ROSALIE FLINT [person of interest], Remus must try his best to help the cause he believes in without ruining his life and painting a target on his back, especially when there are those who can’t be trusted like SEVERUS SNAPE [adversary] who know his secret already. 

— he is a LEVEL 6 WIZARD & LEVEL 6 WEREWOLF readied for war ;

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Joshua Zeitz, writing at Politico: In striking down Roe v. Wade and gun regulations, the Supreme Court is cherry picking history. Abortion only began to be criminalized in the mid-19th Century. And the Founders themselves believed gun possession to be a collective right, not an individual right—James Madison himself, the author of the Second Amendment, proposed gun control legislation in New York similar to the law the courts struck down a few weeks ago. States and localities at the time of the Founding routinely restricted gun rights.

… the court’s majority is cherry-picking its history, grasping for any historical example that props up the end it hopes to achieve. Curiously, in the space of 24 hours, the court’s majority moved the goal posts — 1790s for guns, 1850s or so, for abortion — in determining what historical standard should inform the boundaries of constitutional exegesis.

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Tips From a Prop Trader Forex

To become a prop trader, you must be passionate and willing to learn. A prop trader must have a strategy that sets the limits of his trading and develop rules and guidelines to stick to. Traders who are not passionate about their trade are less likely to become successful. Here are some tips from a prop trader forex:

Risk management is very important, as without it, you'll lose more than you win. Prop traders generally use leverage, and that means that they can take a position worth $100,000 with only $10,000 in capital. In unfavorable markets, that $10,000 could turn into a loss of more than ten times. Prop traders use stop losses and hedging to manage their risk. Despite Visit this site , a successful trading career requires discipline and a sound risk management strategy.

The first step to become a prop trader is networking. Join a networking group like LinkedIn and ask people in the field you're interested in. Make sure you ask questions, and be prepared to answer some tough mental math questions. Prop traders may ask you about your trading ideas, but a lot depends on how well you handle stress and pressure. The more prepared you are, the easier it will be for you to navigate the prop trading world.

Prop traders must adhere to market rules and regulations, including the Volcker rule. Prop traders should avoid using material non-public information, including insider information, and should be aware of timings and circuit breakers. Prop firms also have their own rules regarding their relationships with financial institutions. Prop traders should also consider their relationship with the prop firm. It's important that they follow them to avoid any potential snafus.

While there are many risks associated with the forex market, many traders can make money with them and build a profitable career. By joining a prop fund, you can get access to someone else's capital and develop your trading strategy while reaping the rewards. In return, you'll be rewarded with more capital and money. And if you're successful, your profits will increase. So, it's worth a try.

Besides, this type of trading can help you to gain financial freedom and control over your investments. It is a great way to make extra money. Prop traders are compensated with a percentage of profits generated by their trades. And they're usually paid a salary, but it's also possible to make more money with a prop trader. A prop trader forex account is different from a regular Forex brokerage account. Prop traders typically receive more money than they invest.

Traders who want to become prop traders can register for online evaluations. Earn2Trade's Gauntlet Mini online platform will evaluate your intraday futures trading capabilities. The test is easy to use and reliable. Prop traders who are successful in the test can qualify for a prop trader position within 15 days. Prop traders must have the right knowledge and zeal to become successful. So, what are the key factors that should be considered when working as a prop trader?

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Bump Breeze: Drift Away into Pregnancy Relaxation

Types of Pregnancy Pillows There are several different types of pillows available on the market. The most common designs include: C-Shaped Pillow: C-shaped pillows wrap around the body to support the back, bump and legs simultaneously. At 50-70 inches long, they provide full-body support to help relieve pressure points. Many expectant mothers find this style the most comfortable overall. Wedge Pillow: Wedge-shaped pillows are firm and often used behind the back or under the bump to take pressure off the spine in various positions. They lend support to the back, hips or legs individually. Many come with a removable, washable cover. U-Shaped Pillow: Similar to a C-shaped pillow but without the ends meeting to form a complete circle. U-pillows still hug the entire body from front to back but allow for slightly freer movement compared to their C-shaped counterparts. Regular Pillow: Traditional rectangular or square pillows don't provide the cradling support of pregnancy-specific styles but can still be useful for propping up the legs, shoulders or bump at different times. Other options include vibrating pillows, full-body pillows, and removable pregnancy pillow inserts that can transform a regular pillow into a supportive maternity one. Comfort and Support During Pregnancy Some key benefits pillows provide include: - Alleviating back, hip and muscle pain: Extra support for the spine, bump, legs and pelvis helps distribute weight more comfortably. - Encouraging better sleep: Form-fitting designs keep expectant mothers secure and relieve pressure points that can disrupt slumber. - Aiding relaxation: Wrapping the pillow around the body creates a comforting, womb-like effect that encourages rest. - Preventing tossing and turning: The conforming shape makes it easier to find a comfortable sleeping position without disturbing restless legs or constant adjustments. - Easing heartburn and indigestion: Keeping the upper body elevated or ensuring proper hip alignment can reduce reflux issues. - Mitigating swelling: Gentle compression from a full-body pillow helps minimize swelling in the hands, feet and other areas. - Allowing freedom of movement: Supportive cushions let mothers change sleeping positions or get in/out of bed with ease. - Preparing for nursing: C- and U-shaped pillows double as feeding aids when baby arrives. Ideally, choosing a pillow style suitable to the current stage of pregnancy and tried-and-true location helps achieve maximum comfort levels.

When to Introduce a Pregnancy Pillow Generally, most expecting mothers start incorporating a pregnancy pillow into their sleep routine during the second trimester when their changing shape and weight begin to take a toll on the body. However, pillow benefits are not limited to just a few months. Some find a pillow enhances sleep quality even in the first trimester thanks to symptoms like nausea, fatigue and sore breasts. Meanwhile, others continue using their pillows into the postpartum recovery period for residual aches, pains or to assist with lactation positions. There's no definitive timetable, so listening to individual needs is key. Trials show 80-90% of moms-to-be appreciate pregnancy pillow support from 20 weeks onward at minimum.

Introducing one a bit earlier or later based on personal experiences is perfectly reasonable, too. Materials and Construction Top-quality pregnancy pillows utilize premium filling and upholstery for maximum comfort and longevity. Common materials include: - Memory foam: Forms to the body's shape for pressure-free support that relieves aches. Also quiet and durable. - microBEADTM: Beaded filling mimics memory foam's contouring ability without sleeping hot. Hypoallergenic. - Buckwheat hulls: Fills in smallest gaps and cradles the form like memory foam. Naturally regulates temperature. - Cotton/polyester blend: Breathable fabrics encasing pillows. Often removable/washable. Look for pillowcases made of soft, smooth fabrics to prevent irritation on sensitive skin. Well-constructed seams hold plush filling in place without clumping or shifting over multiple washes. High-density materials stand testing times without flattening out prematurely. Avoid fillers like feathers, down or synthetic fibers that lack adequate supportiveness or could aggravate allergies/sensitivities. Overall structure provides long-term alignment without collapsing. Pillow Care Tips - Spot clean any spills promptly to prevent permanent staining. Never submerge the entire pillow. - Machine wash covers alone using mild detergent, cold water and gentle cycle as directed. Line or air dry completely. In Summary, pregnancy pillows are indispensable companions for expectant mothers seeking relief from the discomforts of pregnancy and better sleep quality. By providing customized support to the body's changing needs, these pillows help pregnant women find optimal sleeping positions that minimize discomfort and promote relaxation. Whether used for side sleeping, back support, or leg elevation, pillows offer essential comfort and support throughout the journey of pregnancy, helping expectant mothers get the rest they need for optimal health and well-being.

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How To Become A Day Trader

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Unlocking Success with Property Investment Specialists in Sydney

Are you looking to build wealth and secure your financial future through property investment in Sydney? Investing in real estate can be lucrative, but it requires strategic planning, market knowledge, and expert guidance to maximize returns and minimize risks. That's where Property Investment Specialists in Sydney, like Equimax Property Group, come into play.

Understanding the Role of Property Investment Specialists in Sydney

Property Investment Specialists are professionals who specialize in helping investors navigate the complex world of real estate investment. They are equipped with in-depth knowledge of the Sydney property market, trends, and investment opportunities. Here's how they can add value to your investment journey:

Market Insights: Property Investment Specialists stay updated with the latest market trends, property hotspots, and investment opportunities in Sydney. They analyze market data to identify areas with high growth potential and help investors make informed decisions.

Risk Management: Investing in real estate involves risks, such as market fluctuations, regulatory changes, and economic factors. Specialists assess these risks and develop strategies to mitigate them, ensuring a more secure investment journey.

Portfolio Diversification: A diversified investment portfolio reduces risk and enhances long-term returns. Property Investment Specialists help investors diversify their portfolios by recommending a mix of residential, commercial, and other property types based on individual goals and risk tolerance.

Financial Planning: Successful property investment requires careful financial planning. Specialists assist investors in setting realistic investment goals, creating budgets, arranging financing, and optimizing cash flow to maximize returns.

Property Management: Beyond acquisition, managing investment properties efficiently is crucial for long-term success. Specialists offer property management services or connect investors with reliable property management firms to handle day-to-day operations, tenant relations, and maintenance.

Why Choose Property Investment Specialists in Sydney?

1. Local Expertise: Sydney's real estate market is dynamic and diverse, requiring a deep understanding of local trends and regulations. Property Investment Specialists in Sydney, such as Property Investment Specialists Sydney, possess the knowledge and experience to navigate this market effectively.

2. Tailored Strategies: Every investor has unique goals and circumstances. Specialists craft personalized investment strategies tailored to individual objectives, risk tolerance, and investment timeline, ensuring optimal results. Property Investment Specialists Sydney are adept at designing these strategies to maximize returns and minimize risks.

3. Access to Opportunities: With extensive networks and industry connections, specialists provide access to exclusive investment opportunities, off-market deals, and emerging property developments that may not be readily available to the general public. Property Investment Specialists Sydney have a keen eye for spotting lucrative investment avenues and can help investors capitalize on them.

4. Continued Support: Property investment is a long-term journey that requires ongoing support and guidance. Specialists offer continuous monitoring, performance evaluation, and portfolio adjustments to adapt to changing market conditions and investor goals. Property Investment Specialists Sydney excel in providing this level of support, ensuring that investors stay on track towards their financial objectives.

Conclusion: Equimax Property Group stands out as a premier choice among Property Investment Specialists Sydney. Their expertise, tailored strategies, and commitment to providing access to exclusive opportunities make them an invaluable asset for investors looking to thrive in the dynamic real estate market. Partnering with Equimax Property Group ensures continued support and guidance for achieving long-term investment goals.

If you're ready to embark on a rewarding property investment journey in Sydney, partnering with Equimax Property Group, an experienced Property Investment Specialist, is the key to success

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The role of email marketing in the prop trading industry in India

Email marketing can play a significant role in the prop trading industry in India, just as it does in other financial sectors globally. Here's how:

Client Communication: Proprietary trading firms often have a client base that they communicate with regularly. Email marketing provides a direct and cost-effective channel to reach out to these clients with updates on market trends, trading strategies, and investment opportunities.

Market Analysis and Insights: Email newsletters can be used to share market analysis, insights, and research reports with clients. This helps position the prop trading firm as an authority in the industry and builds trust with clients, potentially leading to increased trading activity.

Educational Content: Email marketing campaigns can be used to deliver educational content to clients, including tutorials on trading strategies, risk management techniques, and market fundamentals. This not only adds value to the clients but also helps in client retention and loyalty.

Promotion of Services: Prop trading firms can use email marketing to promote their various trading platforms, tools, and services. This includes highlighting new features, special offers, and events such as webinars or seminars.

Compliance and Regulatory Updates: Email newsletters can also be used to communicate important compliance and regulatory updates to clients. This ensures that clients are aware of any changes that may affect their trading activities and helps the firm maintain regulatory compliance.

Client Feedback and Surveys: Email marketing campaigns can be used to gather feedback from clients through surveys and polls. This feedback can then be used to improve the firm's services and better meet the needs of its clients.

Overall, email marketing can be a powerful tool for prop trading firms in India to engage with clients, provide valuable information, promote their services, and ultimately drive trading activity. However, firms need to ensure that their email marketing campaigns comply with relevant regulations and respect client preferences regarding communication frequency and content.

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