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perverteddoctor · 9 months
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I love soft objectification. Yes, he's a toy, but he's my toy, and I take very good care of my toys.
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celestialalpacaron · 3 months
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Angel freaking out and being cute while Husk is just ascending when they’re both being a little silly makes me do eldritch monster-like sounds that come out of my mouth I AM SO NORMAL anyways date outfits that were designed by @frostiarts because they’re so cute and I’m angry about it so I had to draw the spider and the crusty catman being cute in em 😫🫶🏼
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odetokeons · 10 months
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congratulations to ineffable bureaucracy for being the first queer couple ever to plan to run away together and ACTUALLY succeeding at it!
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inkskinned · 3 months
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before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.
you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"
and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.
it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.
you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.
in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.
the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.
you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.
after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.
the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.
you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.
#warm up#writeblr#this is also about being ace btw#my identity has slowly shifted over time and maybe if everyone is REAL cool i'll talk bout it#bc it's complicated and nuanced. but this is like#trying to warn u that if you find it “relationship upkeep” to have sex with ur partner#and don't actually enjoy it or seek it for urself. u might just not be attracted to them.#which is fine ! ace ppl can be perfectly happy in any relationship they feel good in!#but also i wasn't as straight as i had expected!#> the first time i saw dick i was like. huh. oh okay that's fine i guess#> the first time i saw pussy i was like. WAIT ACTUALLY HANG ON I GET IT#i just assumed sex wasn't all it was cracked up to be ya know#but also like. btw? this IS NOT saying ''u might be gay not ace''#bc tbh i'm grey ace/demisexual#it's saying u might not be into ur partner. explore urself & ur feelings. turn inward.#TAKE THIS IN THE MANNER IT WAS MEANT> GENTLE AND KIND#AND NOT IN A WEIRD INTERNET WAY PLEASE#bc the truth is that there ARE ppl who are gay who assume that they just ''don't like'' sex#and ace ppl who might need a different partner w/different needs#and i would have REALLY needed to hear ''check in w/urself about if u actually like sex''#WAY EARILIER in my life. but nobody said anything bc they assume if ur having sex. u like it.#not just the actual act of sex. not once ur turned on. do you ACTUALLY like it. or is it a burden?#even if ur gay. check w/urself. maybe ur more ace than u realized. in which case. ADDITIONAL FLAG BB#i love collecting my flags. i'm at like 354 at this point#but also btw this is about how toxic relationships are SO normalized that u can be in one#and have everyone around u being like ''THATS JUST MEN LOL''
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ruporas · 5 months
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hands and touch (ID in alt)
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spinningelectro · 7 months
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Gentle is not usually their thing. But sometimes they manage.
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torment-twisted · 3 months
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Positive training>
Me teaching him exactly how to suck/stroke my dick perfectly so that he never feels like he’s not doing a good enough job
Him training me exactly how he wants his pussy eaten, fingered, and fucked since I would never pass up an opportunity to make him feel even better
Training him to take nudes and videos of himself because good lord, I can never get enough of him
Consider this as well; training him out of his shyness, training him to be confident, to be the good boy I know he is.
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zimthandmade · 2 months
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Morning
----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵
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vannistilldraws · 9 months
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I LOVE THEM- I have had that wedding scene in my head for several hours
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emergingghost · 4 months
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perverteddoctor · 9 months
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I love being a soft dom. Like yes, I'll cover him in bruises and bite marks and fuck him til he cries, but I'll also make sure to tell him how cute he looks and how much I love him while I do it.
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bigcatbulges · 9 months
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Source - lanhufengchan
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ineffableteeth · 5 months
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If Crowley and Aziraphale were to have a small private wedding reception I guarantee Crowley would start crying first then Aziraphale would follow soon after
One glance at Aziraphale and Crowley’s done for
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lulublack90 · 12 days
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Prompt 22 - Locked in a Room
@wolfstarmicrofic May 22, word count 624
Clearing out the rooms in Grimmauld Place had been a chore that Sirius hadn’t been prepared for. He knew he’d have trouble seeing the house again, but when Dumbledore asked, of course, he’d agreed that the Order could use it as headquarters, and somehow he’d been convinced to use it as his hideout as well. His fuzzy mind had a lot to answer for. 
He was hiding in one of the attic rooms. Downstairs had gotten too loud and too busy, and he couldn’t cope with it. So, he’d hidden himself away. Azkaban had been loud, what with all the screaming and constant mad chattering, but he’d been able to block it out after twelve years. But actual sane people having conversations that made complete sense, somehow that was too much for him.
A knock on the open door made him look up from the trinket box he’d been flipping over in his hands. Remus stood there looking uncomfortable. He was always uncomfortable around Sirius nowadays. Sirius wasn’t the same man he’d been before he’d been sent to Azkaban. Remus had had a life before he’d been sucked back into the war, and now he was Sirius’s babysitter. 
“Didn’t think you’d find me up here,” He grumbled. His grip tightening on the trinket box. Remus huffed.
“It may be a big house, but you’re predictable.” Remus stepped into the room and shut the door. 
“No, don’t!” Sirius jumped up, but it was too late. The door was shut. He grabbed the doorknob and yanked at it futilely. He dropped the knob and slumped to the floor, rocking. 
He was fine with the front doors being locked, but small rooms like this, ones that were no bigger than his cell that he couldn’t get out of himself. They were different. 
He could feel the panic taking over. His chest felt tight, and he was struggling to get in enough air. He felt dizzy and his heart thudded too hard. 
“Sirius?” Remus’s voice was distorted and didn’t seem to be quite making it into his head. “Sirius?” The voice was quiet and loud at the same time. “Sirius, it’s okay, I’m here. Just breathe. Just breathe.” He felt his body being moved. It was a good thing he was still skinny or else Remus would have struggled to move him. Remus sat him on his lap and wrapped both his arms around him, pulling him in tight to his chest. 
Sirius was slowly grounding himself, he was still shaking, but his breathing had evened out. This was the closest Remus had been to him since that night in the Shrieking Shack. 
He let his body go limp and rested his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus’s hand instinctively cradled his head and stroked his hair. He felt calm now, but wasn’t ready to move and Remus didn’t seem to be in any hurry for him to get up. 
The door suddenly banged open and Mad Eye Moody stood dramatically in the doorway. 
“You look cosy gentlemen. Thought you might like me to open the door though. What is it Black, anti-theft charm?” Moody ran his wand up and down the door. 
“Yeah, nasty one. My ancestors didn’t take kindly to people snooping around.” Carefully he stood up and offered his hadn’t to Remus. Remus took it but didn’t let go. Sirius felt a small twinge that he hadn’t felt in over a decade. 
“I can’t go back down to all that noise.” He said, not able to look at Remus. 
“Well, let’s go to your room then. That's quiet.” Remus replied as if it was nothing. Sirius was grateful and let his best friend lead him down the stairs away from the attic and it's tricky door.
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torment-twisted · 3 months
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Using him for my pleasure 😐
Using him for HIS pleasure 🤭
Knowing that he gets so brainless after some light teasing that he can’t please himself as well as normally, but I can, so I do!
Knowing that he can’t hit all the spots inside that he wants to hit with his dildo, so I bend him over and fuck him, just to make sure they get hit.
Knowing that no matter what I do to him, he knows he’s safe, he knows I love him, and he knows that I know that he’s loving every second of it.
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lavend3r-stardust · 2 months
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Need a pretty thing to stare lovingly into my eyes while I call them "my good boy" and tug on their hair as they part my legs
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