#✰ — anon

[toruro]

i just think….toxic ex bf!dino who starts hoeing out to make you jealous.. he fucks any random girl at any random party but only thinks of you, making sure his hickeys are visible enough for you to see them, posting pics with randoms on his socials 💭

nectar of the gods

tags: smut (18+), angst, toxic chan (duhh), pet names (baby), creampie

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: this concept is insanity actually anon i am in love with u (WINK WONK WINK WONK WINK WONK) ..,,, pls visit my inbox more often :3

thinking about your toxic ex chan.

it's funny when you say that, because he was the one who said he wanted to end things on good terms; told you he wanted "none of that drama ... none of that petty shit." chan had said it so casually that you're now having a hard time trying to figure out if you're going crazy.

crazy, because just three nights after you two ended things, he was posting on his finsta (which, by the way, he demanded you stay on for the sake of keeping peace and not cutting ties) at some party you weren't invited to with some girl you didn't know dancing—no, grinding—on the same man whose lap you were bouncing on just a week earlier.

crazy, because two days later you go to hang out with your group of friends and of course chan is there (because when isn't chan there?), and you swear you haven't seen him wear a shirt with a collar that low in ages and ... is that a hickey? you might go crazy.

crazy, because you aren't sure if he expects you to stare ..,, crazy, because you swear you see his lips curve upwards into a smug smirk when you turn your eyes away, bashfully heating up in the cheeks. "you good?" he asks casually, when you choke over your water a little when you decide to glance back at him and catch second and third splotchy, bruising mark under his collarbone.

crazy, because you aren't sure why your stomach bubbles up with some nasty feeling of ... anger? uncertainty? jealousy?

crazy, because how could you be jealous? you broke up with him—told him you've got too much going on in your life, and while chan was great and all, you don't really have the time for a boyfriend right now. so really, you have no right to be jealous, isn't that correct?

fuck, you've gone crazy.

it doesn't help that you try to avoid him. the next week, you don't sit next to him in the lecture you have together, and you don't think chan'll make a fuss about it. after all, it seems like he's moving on just fine, so you hardly consider the fact that he might be just a bit bothered by the fact that you choose to sit next to seungcheol instead.

you don't expect him to walk up to you afterwards with a frown etched deep into his lips as he scoffs, "already throwing yourself on my friends?" to which you'd like to respond with: "aren't you doing just the same?" ... 'cept you don't say that, because that would mean you're jealous, right? and you're not jealous ... no way!

so you just shake your head softly and say that you're sorry for causing a fuss. that you'll sit with him next time. that you'll start talking to seungcheol less. chan grins at you and nods his head, and as he turns away to head to his car, you catch the fading mark on his neck from a few nights before, and wonder if you should say something.

you don't, of course.

that night you go home, and you're scrolling on your insta and then there's that bright ring around the chan's finsta and so curiosity undoubtedly kills the cat. maybe you tear up a little at the sight of a an obviously faded chan who's got his cheek pressed up against another girl's, both of them grinning as people party in the background.

and so you call him, and he's sweet at first. asks you, "hey what's up ... hey are you crying?" to which you respond with more sniffles. and you wanna hang up, you wanna hang up so bad, but then you think that if you cut the call he's just gonna go off and talk to that girl—or worse, he'll fuck her—and you're totally not jealous but you also totally can't let that happen.

and so you cry a bit harder—you replay the image of those stupid, big fat hickeys on his neck—and you let your tummy churn while you wallow in your own self pity.

"what's wrong baby?" chan asks you from the other side, and in the background you faintly hear the blaring techno and you briefly consider telling him you miss him, which is odd because you don't miss him ... do you? you just don't want him to go off with what's-her-face ... right?

and so you're silent, tryin' to figure out what you should say but then you hear this voice and it's too high pitched, too bubbly, too girly to be chan's, and suddenly your heart sinks right down to your stomach.

"channie, c'mon! let's have some fun?" the voice of a girl calls in the background, and you're just about to open your mouth and say something when chan beats you to it.

"i gotta go," he tells you in a rush and oh the sound of the line being cut will be you're undoing, because now the image of chan fucking this random ass girl burns into your skull and for some reason, you can't seem to shave it down.

and so you drown yourself in your tears, pressing yourself into the cushions of your couch and your sobs rack through your empty living room while chan is probably in some strangers room fucking the living daylights out of a cunt that isn't yours.

you think you might just fall asleep like this—alone in this dimly lit room with nothing but your tears dropping onto your lap; and so when you hear chan's voice you think this might be a dream, but then you look up and suddenly you see him.

he stands in front of you in all his glory, face flushed and faux blonde hair brushes just over his eyes as he walks closer to where you sit on your couch. chan shushes you when you ask him why he's still got your keys—tells you that isn't important right now—and he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears, asks you why you're crying, why there are tears in your eyes when "channie's right here ... channie's not gonna leave you ..."

and then he's kneeling in front of you, askin' you again why you're crying and so you cry even harder ... his hands are all over you, stroking your cheeks and then rubbing your shoulders, then one hand's on your hip and kneading the soft flesh and you think he's just trying to comfort you and so you cry even harder because you wonder whether he had his hands on that girl just moments earlier.

but then he's whispering in your ear, tellin' you he's gonna "make you feel better ..." but only if you'll let him.

his hands feel so nice all over you, rubbing up and down your thighs and—fuck, when did he slip his fingers between your legs? not that you care anyways, because even with your mind deluded with tears, you find the want to slowly hump your hips into his touch until he's slipping his hand down your pant, asking you if this is you letting him "make you feel good."

of course, you whine through your tears, nodding dumbly when he slips his rough fingers into your soaked cunt, murmuring into your neck 'bout how "channie's always gonna be here to make you feel better ... channie's never gonna leave ..."

he fingers you for a bit, and then he fucks you into the couch. it's hot and sloppy and heavy and messy, and it has you crying and panting—hands all over each other because you can't get enough of him.

your lips run all over his neck, his chest, collarbone—all of it, because you are in no way jealous, you just enjoy marking your territory. and chan fucks you so deep, groaning, "this pussy's made for me—just for me, you hear me?" and you are not a jealous person but you grin to yourself in this fucked out haze because chan is right.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks you missionary, raking your nails into his back, tugging at the roots of his hair—doin' everything you fucking can to show chan that he might not be yours but he is yours, and you are his.

the thought that this might come and bite you in the ass crosses your mind briefly, but chan is quick to fuck your worries away, tellin' you "no one's gonna fuck you like this ..." and so you moan, and chan takes that as an agreement, so he fucks you harder until you're choking over your own sobs of pleasure.

"this pussy's mine, you got that baby?"

#answered #✰ anon #mdni #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt scenarios #dino smut #dino x reader #dino scenarios #lee chan x reader #lee chan smut #lee chan imagines #💌 drabbles

[wegc]

i read the subby hyunjin and seungmin ask n had a though so hear me out! imagine subby minho 🤯 he would be such a brat but also loving the way his s/o can make him submissive>>> n he would probably be into like orgasm control??? like he would get so whiny bcz he finished b4 his s/o told him and he would throw away all his pride bcz he wont shut up unless u feed his pride by allowing him to pleasure u :( (im also sick pooka :< we sick tgt 😝!!!) -✰

SUBBY MINHO AAAAA 💔💔💔

he would be so so so bratty!!! always on purpose, though, because he craves nothing more than to be treated roughly by you!! slap him!! spit in his face!! use his cock until he’s sobbing against your chest!! he fists his sorry cock to the thought of it every night!!

he loves getting punished a little too much because he’s addicted to how fuzzy he feels once you’re finished with him :( he’d look so pretty, face flushed and raw from all the slaps he took, eyes glossed over, spit-slicked lips parted :( still, his little hand would paw at your thighs for more—can take it, he’d slur. wanna show you ‘m good for you—use me.

AND OMFG NOOO i hope u feel better soon baby :( my whole family was sick ugh it was a disaster. take vitamin c 🤬

#lee know smut #lee minho smut #sub minho #sub lee know #sub skz #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids x reader #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz x reader #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #lee know x reader #lee minho hard thoughts #lee minho hard hours #answered #✰ anon

[sirguyofdykesborn]

how are you a lesbian but he him

please... the pronouns is all i have left of my father

#ask tag #lesbians are the only people allowed to have he/him pronouns anon. educate yourself

[bulkhummus]

🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚I'm throwing eggs at you 🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚🥚 egg attack

🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳 im cooking them faster 🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳🍳than you can throw them

#ask tag #anon

[gaylactic-fire]

#fires posts #zelink #I'll get anon hate for this surely but it's ok

[snaxle]

you should explode. this isnt a hate anon i just think you would benefit from the enrichment

this is single handedly the funniest ask ive ever gotten

#asks #anon #axle's best asks

[cahootings]

“their relationship is too deep to be sexual” what’s deeper than dick in hole. please tell me

#people missing context this was about the wwdits show runners pulling a 2012-era queerbait #and was a joke #also if you're going to send me an anon asking me why i hate ace people. miss me with your homophobia thanks

[punkitt-is-here]

Deranged transfem here. Im planning on making a custom virtual assistant, think siri/cortana, but it doesnt steal your data. Gonna give it my deadname and voice, so I can torture my parents by trapping their son's soul in my phone, and if they deadname me he reaponds so I can just pretend theyre not talking to me.

#my posts #asks #anon

[shinobicyrus]

Why do you need your earbuds to have a wire so badly?

I am assuming this is about a post I reblogged like six months ago when I went off on forced technological enshitification and the slow erosion of consumer options. But sure, I'll bite.

Why do I "need" my earbuds to have a wire? I dunno, Anon, maybe I:

Don't want to have to worry about recharging my earbuds.

Don't want my earbuds to be even easier to lose.

Don't want my earbuds to need separate accessories that are as easy to lose as the earbuds.

Prefer to have bluetooth turned off on my devices for security and safety reasons.

Like being able to seamlessly plug my earbuds into my computer, my MP3 player, or any other device with a headphone jack.

Don't want to spend 50 dollars on decent wireless earbuds when I can do all the above things with a pair of solid earbuds that cost me like $12 during the Obama administration.

Don't care about what kinds of headphones or earbuds people wear but don't like what it says about our society when other people apparently care what kind of earbuds I'm wearing so much they have send an Anonymous ask to interrogate me about it.

And I guess, more abstractly, because fuck Apple. That's why.

#Anon #Asks #Technology #Earbuds #Wired Earbuds #Headphones #Maybe I'm old and set in my ways leave me alone

[anonpolls]

Thanks for the question, Anon!

-submit your poll!-

#poll #polls #thanks anon! #Submitted May 7 #submitted by anonymous #anonymous #anonpolls #random polls #tumblr polls #poll blog

[yaoiboypussy]

“I can’t be a trans man on the internet” go the fuck outside then dude. Signed a trans woman who has had enough of your bullshit posts

I’m gonna use this ask to make a point.

Trans guys if you get an anon claiming to be a trans women that says rude/bigoted shit, don’t believe them. Transphobes have admitted to pretending to be trans women and sending bigoted asks to trans men.

If you get an anon ask saying weird shit claiming to be from a trans women - always remember anons can lie about who they are! 9 times out of 10 it’s just some cis person lying to paint trans women as evil bigots.

And everytime I see a trans man fall for the bait and start saying transmisogynistic shit I just sigh.

#.txt #anon #asks

[toruro]

jun covers ur mouth while he fucks u in ur childhood room with your parents downstairs😫😫🔛🔝

[minors dni]

you can't even fathom how you got to this point. sure, maybe you did leave jun hanging before you two left the hotel before driving up to your parents' place, a heated makeout session being cut upsettingly short when you realized you were late, but still.

tonight isn’t the first time jun is meeting your parents, but it’s the first time he’s coming to your childhood home. naturally, both jun and your parents were eager for him to explore the place, your mother eventually suggesting that you take him up to your old bedroom while she prepares dinner.

your parents probably expected you to show him your old lego sets or your collection of stuffed animals—and to be fair, you did—but what they probably didn’t expect was for jun to be balls deep inside of you while you prop yourself up on your old, pink, dusty rug.

you wonder what your younger self would think of this: being fucked in the same room where you fantasized about your first hand holding, your first hug with a boy, your first kiss.

she’d be fucking ecstatic, you think, thanking your lucky stars that you have a man as perfect as jun by your side every day.

your thoughts are swept from your mind when jun finally shifts inside of you—he’d given you a few moments to adjust to his size, but you can tell he’s getting impatient. “dirty girl,” he grunts, pulling out halfway before pushing himself back into you just as deep.

you whimper at his words, arching your back and letting your head fall onto your arms on the ground. “junnie,” the breathy moan escapes your lips when you feel his cock prodding at your cervix, reaching so deep you don’t know how you aren’t crying yet.

“baby,” he coos in a mockingly sweet tone. “you’re so cute, but i’m gonna need you to be quiet.”

you bite down on your lip, but soft moans still climb up your throat when jun starts pulling out further and slamming back in with more force. if your parents don’t hear you moaning, they might just hear the sound of his crotch slapping against your ass, the ringing bouncing off your old, poster ridden walls.

“too good, jun—junnie,” you gasp. you didn’t intend for the noise to be so loud, and jun hisses, his hand immediately flying to your neck to pull you up, back arching into his touch. his fingers are quick to wrap over your mouth and cup the lower half of your face, his hold so tight you’re surprised you’re even able to breathe.

your palms and knees burn against the rough grain of your rug, and when jun's hand slips from you mouth for a moment as he pounds into you, you murmur between choked breaths, "remind me again why we aren't doing this on the bed?"

"old. squeaky. loud," jun huffs, adjusting his hand over your mouth once more to stop you from whining out when he plunges his cock into that one spot. "can't have your parents finding out that their sweet little girl isn't so sweet anymore, can we?" you bob your head up and down dumbly as jun continues to spill out filthy words. "wonder what'd they think about me fucking you raw right above them ..."

#jun smut #junhui scenarios #jun x reader #junhui x reader #jun svt #svt junhui #svt jun #junhui #moon junhui #junhui smut #svt smut #svt reactions #svt scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #✰ anon #answered #💌 drabbles

[wegc]

https://www.tiktok.com/@myappya/video/7302897471292820779?_r=1&_t=8itzieFQKTq i provide u a vision on minho staring at his s/o like that -✰

do u have any care or regard for my sanity at all oh my godf i wanna fuck him so bad THIS VIDEO IS GIVING ENEMIES TO LOVERS HEAR ME OUT!!!! academic rival!minho glaring at u like that after a fellow classmate asks u out in front of him. u don’t know it, but minho has been imagining the sight of you writhing underneath him for quite some time and in his mind he’s already declared u as his <3

minho and playboy carti i AM GOING INSANE

#iris brain rot receipts #answered #✰ anon #lee minho smut #lee minho x reader #lee know x reader #lee know smut

[captainkirkk]

So I've been making marionette puppets of my neighbors (I'm taking a class) and let me tell you my landlord/building manager was SUPER not prepared to see the wooden version of him (he lives on my floor) when he came in to fix my stove

Anon no offense but I think I would call the police if I found out one of my neighbours was making wooden puppets of me without my knowledge

#what are your DOING with those puppets?? #ask #anon

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :) #trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+ #lgbta+ #lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

[spirallingstarcases]

top five men?

like in a row? or do i get breaks

#spi.answers #ask games #anon #I MEAN WHAT DID YOU EXPECT #30k