#it asked for my BIOLOGICAL SEX yall

[sexisdisgusting]

Soz idk where else to say this so I’m saying it to you: I just realized, I think the reason TRAs in particular are so dismissive of feminism and oppressive sexism, instead only focusing on choice feminism, is bc if we actually acknowledged how oppressed females are, then they’d be forced to realize how fucked up it is to “identify” as us.

Example: They know transracial is bad, they know it’s bad to identify as a race you aren’t, because you can’t identify into a marginalized group like that when you’re not part of it! Obviously!

But if that’s true, what about women? Sexism is just as bad as racism, just as systemic and violent. Why is it ok for the oppressor group to not only identify as a marginalized sex group they’re not a part of, but then go on to speak over said marginalized group and destroy their spaces and wish death and rape on them for being upset by their oppressors “identifying” as them? Racial dysphoria is a thing too, I know people who have racial dysphoria, yet they know clearly that it’s offensive to “transition” into a group they don’t belong to, they work through their dysphoria in other ways instead.

so what’s the difference? Like really? What is the difference? The answer is there isn’t one. No one can think of a solid reason why one is ok and the other isn’t. Race and gender are both social constructs, but are based on biological and genetic traits. Race and gender both come with inherent trauma, including generational trauma. Race and gender both have history and family ties attached to them. Both are connected to lineage. What’s the difference?!

since no one can answer this, libfems will either get completely stuck and just ignore it, or they will end up at one of 2 stops. Those being that either “transracial” is valid, or that women aren’t really THAT oppressed. Usually these yt folk know better than to go for the former, so that leaves the latter. The reality of systemic sex based oppression defeats their entire ideology. I should know, I’m 20, I was trans identified for 10 years, grew up in the community, and just thinking about this critically for 3 fucking seconds made me do a complete 180 in a week. A. Week.

(I’m poc though, I get yt trans don’t really gaf bout us unless we’re useful as o mystical kweer savages who had 3000 genders. For those of you who don’t understand racism, think about transabled or something like dat. It’s not quite the same, but you get it. Disability is really just a social construct assigned to a real phenomena! Now imagine a group of “transautistic” people getting an autism support centre defunded, spraypainting “kill all trans-autistic exclusionary disabled rights activists” on the windows, and nailing dead rats to the doors, because they weren’t assisting “trans-autistic” people. You get it?)

Leaving yall on this. If you support dylan mulvaney then u should also support oli london, because they’re the same.

my fucking god anonita

you neednt EVER apologize for blessing my askbox like this holy shit

i dont think i have anything to add except that you are so fucking right, you summed it up PERFECTLY

i started reading this ask while laying down and found myself sitting up by the end of it

im so happy knowing an intelligent woman like you is following me, and im so fucking proud of you

#asks #anon asks

[novistarplanet]

labyrinth

MafiaBoss!Tenko Shimura x F!Stripper!reader

summary: while working your regular shift one night you caught the eyes of the head mafia boss

cw:choking,unprotected sex,DUBCON,fingering,creampie,reader has a hard life :(, stripping, abandonment,mature language,some nudity,drugs, alcohol, issa lot, also hitting?

wc:3,5k words

a/n: I hope yall enjoy this! it literally took me FOREVER to finish this I enjoy this oneshot I think it's intriguing!

also if you like my work don't be shy to reblog,heart, comment and fllw Thanks!

As the neon color sign of a woman flickers from the outside loud music could be heard blasting from all sides of the illuminated building. Both men and women are filling different areas with money and looking for a one-night stand. The entrance has a long line of people, and everybody knows that the club is controlled by notorious gang members, but no one cares as long as they could find a young native woman to love on for the night.

Your "parents" abandoned you at a young age for the need for drugs, and any other "parent figures" you have come across treated you as distant as compared to their other biological children.

They jump at the offer to pay for their textbooks and any other college expenses. Yet, you were stuck here connecting with a pole every night to continue to endure your miserable life.

Leaving you to deal with college and the stress it came with. Tuition already is kicking you in the ass, being sleep-deprived, doubling, tapping it. That's why you're here, currently getting ready to do a private dance for old seniors who requested you.

They could be tolerable during their failed attempts at trying to sleep with you. Sometimes tipping extra to take shots with them but most of your clients, if you could even call them, comprise middle-aged men grabbing your ass and trying to pull your bra off.

"Don't you think you're a little too young for this?"

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be here getting dirty for men"

"CMON' sweetheart, let daddy take care of ya. "

You turns and plasters on a forced smile " Yea but a good girl takes care of herself" followed that up with a wink you seductively let your bra strap fall as the beat continues to slow down and the tempo of your hips picks up. Occasionally making eye contact mostly, you look away. The money comes in touch with your skin with a bunch of slick smirks and whistling you waved off.

The slow dance song soon cuts off as you get up and rounded up the money into your bra. Swinging your hips side to side exiting the stage as the next song emerges and a new girl goes on to perform her set on the pole. Heading towards the bar, occasionally smiling and winking, sitting down and waiting for the bartender (Hikaru) to be done serving.

Hikaru worked here for years and knew everything about the club and even met the owners. He faces you and walks your way, bottles in each hand. "ayyy Y/N, whatta you need another' shot?" putting the bottles right back on the display stand. Scanning across the selection of different color bottles about a few seconds later, you settled on a favorite of yours, pointing right at the translucent bottle directly in front of you. "ya pass me a shot of vodka ".

He turns around and pours the liquid as it fills the tiny shot glass. Swiftly sliding it over towards you, "Here kid goes easy on it, kay?" despises his warning you tilt your head back and dump the vodka down your throat. Immediately feeling the stinging hand sanitizer sensation in your throat that spreads quickly, making you release a horrible groan and twisting your face in an instant. "told should ya... shoulda listen t'me"

Once the stinging slowly disappeared, you started speaking again. "mhm, what type of bartender are you? Poisoning your clients, you need to be fired if you asked me. " You both burst into a fit of laughs. The bottle reappears in front of you again and the liquid shines as it pours into your drink.

"Looks like you got yourself some customers Waitin on ya" With a teasing tone you rotate your head around to see his point somewhere off in the distance you turn around to see what he's pointing at "I don't see nothin' ' He chuckles white teeth appearing for a quick second he raises his hand acquainted with another expensive bottle and points again you look up and that's what you see. A group of men all dressed in sloppy suits motioning you to come here.

You rise, sigh while doing so, finishing your short live break and making your way over to the group of men when unexpectedly you felt a set of warm hands grabbing onto your upper arm tugging it back slightly and a high pitch feminine voice spoke.

" Y'n said he needs you backstage!" batting her eyelashes at you and glitter smeared all over her face while her breath hinted at tropical fruitiness and a wide smile as redness appeared on her face.

Adjusting your top and shoving your wad of cash back into your top as it comes off your scoff with your reply. "He can wait. I'm busy"

You couldn't care less what that jackass wanted to do to you here for 1 thing and 1 thing. Only you'll be damned if you're out here doing side missions.

"but he said it was super important he needed you in 1 of the VIP rooms" whining still tugging your arm to follow her then she leaned in into your face and raised one of her hands to cover the side of her mouth, " He says the real REAL owners are here!" vibrant fruit smell smothering your face area in an instant eyebrow forming together in confusion as she speaks

Now everyone in the club knows Yoko isn't exactly a calm person. She's like a hyper chihuahua wagging her tail so this "whisper" wasn't exactly a whisper

"pleaseee y'nnnn I can't go up there I have a private client in a couple of minutes and, luna is in the back high again!" eyes completely forming into huge puppy eyes and sympathy fills your body rapidly as you speak before thinking "fine, but you owe me huge for this"

a big grin floods her face, jumping up and now as her 6-inch heels make a clicking sound each time her titties jiggle with each jump motion "Cmon now! He said he wants you there NOW!" In a quick flash you're being dragged towards a dark beige elevator and the last thing you hear is Hikaru.

"Good luck in their kid' you gunna need it" a wide shit-eating grin emerging on his face

Well, you think it is elevator doors quickly shutting and the more your anxiety displayed buttons glowing yellow as on the tiny screen with each floor passing runs wild. You heard a lot of things about the owner, none of them good things from them laundering drugs to ordering hits to be taking place in the club and-

DING DING DING

the elevator doors open and it greeted you with the sight of your boss (boss name) grabbing your arm and shoving Yoko in the process with a loud "huff" sending her back into the small room with the door quickly closing in front of her

"wait yo-" "enough of that. We gotta get you in here quick" as the both of you speed walk you couldn't help but notice the interior of the room you were in.

A gold chandelier hangs from the top of the ceiling, with multiple paintings of naked pictures of women in various positions. Lights that dressed every area in the room weren't the kind downstairs. No, these were the type that subtlety blended into it and didn't hurt to see when to stare at them for too long

Everything was so polished, even the floor was spotless. Now to think about it, you had been walking for a very lo-

"Okay listen to me if you fuck up even once you're the only one with enough experience Yoko is a bird Brain as well as she can't even walk in her heels and Hana can't even count to 10 and most of the other girls are new and still in training your the only one who has enough, to do this." He rants.

he eyes piercing into your soul for a response,

anxiety once again pierced through you as you mumble a yes before you can even agree to what you're saying

"Great!" a smile suddenly plastering on his face, immensely shifting his mood "Oh yeah, just to be clear if you mess up even once you'll have the boys take care of ya"

What the hell is this pep talk?

"Okay bye Y'n" waving at you and leaving in the process

'WAIT WHA-"

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"Okay OKAY you got this just go out there and dance you do it every single day" you whisper to yourself

you open the door slowly making a sound of a creep peeking in and pushing your forehead in trying to get a good image of the man surrounding the booth.

One had velvety soft silky white hair, the kind that was inside the expensive pillows, the ones that they have publicly displayed at Macy's. Escorting his features were 2 arms filled with tattoos, some of samurai's and others of Maneki Nekos, but he had delicate freckles that sprinkled his face with a strong contour nose.

The other man was dressed up in all-black clothing with a large top hat. You really couldn't identify his features because of the large white mask he was wearing but you could tell he was sexy as he let out a low deep laugh with the other white blonde male with outgrown facial hair over his face.

Now deep inside you purr. Maybe this isn't so bad now.

"tch twice where the hell is my drink?" suddenly a profounded voice made an appearance you couldn't help but drop your mouth at.

The tall man had gray, pale skin covered in scratches and beauty marks, with one being very present below his lip. A large succulent scar decorated the top of the other side. Shabby blue unkempt locs cover his crimson eyes.

Now it's time to put on your big girl panties and do it.

You open the door and you take in what you see. The men didn't promptly notice. you at first. They were too busy with servants walking around with bottles of alcohol and food being brought in and taken out.

Voices blended to create one loud noise, overshadowing the music itself

Well, here goes nothing

Bracing yourself, you walk up onto the stage and dance. Everything around you got. Quiet. You can tell all their focus was. On you now, you could finally hear the music and match your movements to the rhythm of the beat.

as you keep your concentration on the pole and the music you look out at the part of the couch where the man was surrounded and noticed the tall man staring at you immediately his crimson eyes contacting yours as he licked his lips his wandering eyes trailing up and down your body out the most definitely have to ask about you later.

Drawing him out of your mindset.

Just don't focus on him. He's not there

he whistles towards you slowly, raising his long finger and motioning you to come to him.

You ignored him and kept dancing. Your leg wraps around the pole. Your arms pull your body. Up well your other arms support your body achieving a very complex move complex but sexy move.

Just as you lower your body to shake your ass to the music, someone pulls you down from the stage and another girl replaces you.

"hey put me down!!!"

hitting this person's chest and kicking your legs just as a toddler would throw a tantrum and struggling in this tightness feeling each step being taken down.

"I said put me DOWN!"

"you're never gonna stop bitching, are you?"

gradually looking up realizing He was carrying you from the stage abruptly his grip on you became tighter and tighter

It was a pregnant moment of silence. He deadpans for the moment no words are spoken between you two.

He stares at you and you stare back, focusing on his handsome features. Multiple brown little moles are present across his face like a constellation, tiny little scars and scratches here and there on his face, and a tattoo that covers his neck portraying Adam's apple as it bobs slightly.

"So is that a yes?" he sounds bored and unimpressed. You can physically feel the tension rising between you too.

"Wait huh?" your eyebrows start to knit together, scouring his face for a clear answer.

"I asked if you wanted to fuck or not," so nonchalantly glaring at you for a moment with no remorse just like y'all have met before.

you couldn't lie you were turned on by all the dominant aura he was spilling just from his hand gripping your right booty cheek and his breath doused with hints of cognac.

"Yes"

the words leaving your lips in a trance staring here at this unknown man right in front of you wanting to fill your hunger.

he plunged his lips onto yours in a fast and tender way, his tongue breaking the closed force within your lips directly finding your tongue wrapping around it while his hand crawls towards the back of your head and smashes it

it was sloppy and messy but you loved it

ripping apart, leaving strands long of clear saliva hanging unhitch breathing, trying to end its momentum.

This was chaotic.

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"HEY SHIG THEY BOUGHT THE DRINK YOU ASKED FOR" The same blonde male with a scar crossed down his face reappears drinks in hand and a drunkenly smile plastered on his face

His head shakes in response. His nose scrunches with annoyance and distaste

"but you sai-"

THUD

slamming the door mid-sentence mumbling something under his breath about how much there were idiots unexpectedly facing your eyes, lighting up with amusement

strong arms wrapping around your waist lifting you into his hands

For the short time you have known him you realize he's stubborn and insists on carrying you regardless of your protests about how heavy you are.

even though you're more than capable of using your own two legs.

as the two of you walked well one you noticed Short wrinkle structures forming in the middle of his eyebrows as he grumbled something about you being heavy

However, you still let him carry you away. You placed your head on his chest listening to his even heartbeats

looking back up at him, maybe you can help him relax a bit?

your hands trailing across his chest, traveling upwards to his neck, placing small kisses on his jaw snuggling into his neck

"Don't tease or else you'll pay," his voice sounds condescending. He instantly grabs your hand and stops your advances

"Oh and why is that?" holding back your giggle as you look up at him calling his bluff

he stops in his direction and slowly looks down at you

"If you don't stop acting like a goddamn brat, imma fuck you like one" the profound growling voice with bass backup in his tone making you shiver

heat pools towards the bottom of your legs causing you to grind your legs together.

despite all the teasing, you're here in one of the private rooms

blinking rapidly at the new environment turning your head around to get a good view. It was very similar to the hallways with multiple women naked but this time engaging in sex acts.

The bed had pretty big red covers and shiny white smooth sheets probably made of 1000 thread counts of Egyptian cotton along with a bed white headboard.

abrupt yelp rips through your throat when you realize you are no longer in his tough embrace your currently in the air landing in the bed with a loud

THUD!

"what in the hell was that for?" attempting to even your bumpy breathing "What is wrong with him!?!?!?"

a slow sinister smile creeps on his face as removes his shirt and crouches his body making eye-level contact with you

"i'll show you how bad girls get punished "

"HUH"

hands quickly going under the back thigh raising them and taking a dive into your sweet folds heavy breaths against your heat as his tongue shimmies into your pussy like a caterpillar crawling into his cocoon

"mhmm"

hearing your sweet voice moan out in pleasure as your long white acrylics go falling into his forest of blue messy locs like velcro sticking to cotton tilting back various sounds of moans fanning out

sandwiching in between your soft thighs leaving bite marks each time you jerk your body using his hands to spread your legs to the farthest they can go while keeping you in place

this wasn't supposed to happen you were supposed to come to work, dance, and make money not fuck some stranger in the private rooms

"so fuckin good for me y/n wanting to please your master, huh?"

your eyes busting open looking at him with confusion

"how in the hell did he know your name????"

He consumes you whole during a short time drinking your wetness like he was a starving man in the savanna gliding his tongue across your delicate pussy taking his time to spell out his name until his pouty pink lips come across your soft puffy clit like a pirate finding his treasure

"damn princess we really gonna have some fun now" focusing all his attention towards your clit swirling and sucking on the swollen bud taking two of his fingers and shoving them in your feeding them into you swirling them around in you letting you accept his long girth. Clear liquid trickles downward to your cheeks.

he can't help himself painting his tongue all over you putting his head away and looking at the masterpiece he's made of you. drooling all over, legs twitching, and gasping for air, your lower bottom half cramping up with an orgasm.

you bring your hands up desperately trying to move all the strands of hair wet with sweat

he pulls away looking down at your messy pussy getting up from the bed as his hands leave the warmth of your body

"Hey! " feeling the once powerful orgasm pressed against you rapidly fading away using your elbows to raise your limp body up

you stopped in your tracks noticing he wasn't leaving

He was getting ready.

His pants are degraded on the floor as he gets onto the bed crawling towards your sprawled-out body on the bed.

he leans in into your face you can hear his rough uneven breathing

"Can I hit you?"

you nodded

then he took your chin into his hand squeezing tightly redirecting your head to look him in his eyes

"open your mouth and say you understand"

"yes"

"Yes, what?" your chin still in his warm palms this time squeezing harder and shaking it

"yes you can hit me"

without a warning, he lets go of your chin and lets his hands encircle your throat

taking his other hand and wrapping it around his hard, throbbing cock, his eyes concentrating on your wet pussy. the tip of his cock was an enraged pink a hot pink and throbbing against your heat

he guided his cock slowly against your slit up and down and down and up all around rubbing the tip against the bundle of sensitive nerves

shit how was that thing going to fit inside you

All thoughts were pushed aside when you felt an intrusion entering your gummy walls, his hands going back to your clit rubbing at a much faster pace than before easing himself inch by inch watching your fat pussy take him in.

“P-please,” blinking away the tears through your eyelashes causing them to blur up your vision

"oh? So this is what you want" His hips slap into you causing a wave of pleasure to come through your body. "your such a good whore taking me all nicely"

His lewd words caused your pussy to clench around him embracing his length as it accepted his thrusts. His muffled moans and the rhythm of his hips begin to build up inside your tummy again

as a ring of white at the base of his cock formed and begins to spread as he enters in and out slapping you out of your thoughts and leaning in “Make eye contact with me”

you were taking deep breaths feeling another organism creep up

“Too much” You put your hands on the wrinkled bed sheets trying to push up your body and wiggling your hips from under him. attempting to run away.

“ah ah, you’re supposed to be looking at me.” pulling your hands down again as his cock makes a "pap" "pap" sounds as it bangs against your abused cunt

His thrusts get sloppier and uneven you can tell he was getting close you both are

your walls clenching tightly forcing his cock to twitch inside of you feeling him emptying himself inside of you hot cum creeping out your abused pussy in its disheveled state

“shit my bad I got carried away”

#tenko x reader #tenko shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #tomura smut #tomura x reader #!noviworks #my hero academy fanfiction #tenko smut #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki fanfiction

[hegrowth]

fun fact. I literally cannot imagine most of my muses with naughty bits. like. some muses I can, but most it's just. vague emptiness in my head. you ask what's in their pants and both me and my muse are like huh, I'm not really sure. like kaey ? yeah I can't imagine it. it's genuinely difficult, and that's probably why stating him as any biological sex is so hard :,D gender and naughty bits are hard yall and so is imagining the sexy times like ijdk

also disclaimer: mun is sex-repulsed asexual and also non-binary so I struggle to use, uh, mature and factual terminology. sorry not sorry ♡ ; ;

#《 ° selkie.exe 》 oh im trash just not approved trash #° mobile post ! #yeah my uh. ahem health issues have reminded me how much i struggle to contextualize the private parts of my muses #also i know its not like. offensive to say dick or vagina or penis especially online but they all make me a bit shy so ; ;

[stitcheswashere13]

Can write a story where an S/O of Thomas and himself were being manipulated by Hoyt into having sex and make a baby boy, so that it can take over the family business and be the new butcher for when Thomas's life ends?

However, the S/O asks Hoyt what would happen if the baby turned out to be a girl, which the answer is that they would ditch the baby into the dumpster like Thomas's biological parents did. Which is a big problem since she always wanted a girl.

Turns out that it is a girl, so Thomas would have to stand guard and not let his uncle Hoyt lay a hand or an eye on his new daughter. Which was a huge fight and argument.

I'm sorry if that's soo much. You can make it however you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.

Thank you

aw- I made a happy ending out of this lol! Sorry that it is late to post this, I wanted to make sure it was good lol.

Any ways onto the story.

warnings: Angst Fluff! Very toxic Hoyt, Sensitive topics! Fem. Y/n

Protector

"It's a girl mama," Thomas says while holding the baby girl you had, about a week ago. A week ago you and Tommy decided to hide the baby because you knew what Hoyt would want to do. "Awe, Really? She is so pretty, let me see my grandbaby, if Hoyt comes in I'll hand her to you while I go and slap so common sense in him. Tommy nods, relaxing a bit seeing how Mama Mae loved the baby. He had her the baby and calls you over to tell you the good news. When he does you bury your face in Tommy's chest. Just when all of you get to laughing and talking Hoyt comes in. Mama Mae hands you the kid and gets in front of you and Tommy. "SO IT'S A FUCKING GIRL?!" He yells while taking a step forward. "NOW WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THIS PLACE WHEN THOMAS IS GONE?!! NEVER MIND THAT, WHERE IS THE KID?! SHE IS ABOUT TO BE LIKE THOMAS AND BE ABANDONED!" He yells while walking towards yall getting closer and closer. "HOYT SHUT YOUR ASS UP, YOU WERE ALMOST DISOWNED TOO, IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU SAY NOW BECAUSE ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS KEEP MY GRANDBABY AWAY FROM YOU TILL YOU DIE, WHICH ON HOW WEAK YOU ARE, WON'T BE THAT LONG!" Mama Mae yells. You stand there in shock because you have never heard Mama mae speak like that, you never thought she could. Tommy then lightly moves Mama Mae out of the way and brings Hoyt into another room. "Oh dear," Mama Mae says under her breath, the time that Hoyt and Tommy spent in the room was a while. You and Mama Mae just spent the time playing with the baby and trying to help console each other. About an hour later Tommy and Hoyt come out, Tommy walks over to you and places a kiss on your forehead while muttering "it's ok". You guys then hear Hoyt's voice again, "So after reasoning with Tommy I'll make a deal with yall, 1. You guys need to either try for another id till you have 2-3 kids or you guys can adopt a boy. If you only want this one then you really need #2 2. She can stay, BUT you will have to train her how to fight or have her at least be strong enough to take care of the house just in case. You really need this one if you only want her. 3. I get to name her because she is adorable from what I can see. You giggle at his response to finding your baby adorable. "so, can I hold the little girl? Tommy and you can be right by me." He says with a slight grin. "Sure," You say while waiting for Tommy to be by Hoyt. When he does get by him, you hand Hoyt the baby and watch his more cold demeanor drop, and soon an awe one was replaced.

END NOTE! Thank you for the request! Request are open, I just might get to them slow! Check out my 125 followers' post & my Pinned post (info. post)! Sorry if this is kinda short! Have a very lovely day!

#thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #tcm the beginning #bubba sawyer #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #hi #slashers #headcanon #writers #writers on tumblr #writer problems #writerscommunity #female writers #fanfiction writer #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt fluff #Fluff #agnst #horror #Baby #mama may #Hoyt Hewitt #Hewitt Family #<3

[butch-reidentified]

Pinned Posts

I cannot pin multiple posts like I want to so here are my "pinned" posts. First, how am I trans inclusive? What are my views on trans matters?

The things the uwu crowd insist NEVER happen (trans women - or at least people who call themselves such - harming cis women in female spaces, mostly) (this is also the post referenced in the ask linked above):

Gender Abolition explained:

On Biological Sex/Sexual Dimorphism:

On "Changing Sex" and the Word "Woman:"

#pinned posts #radical feminism #radblr #trans ideology #mine #pinned

[screw-u-vaanu]

The 2020 U.S. Census knocked me down and called me a slur.

#it asked for my BIOLOGICAL SEX yall #i had to list my husband as a quote other relative unquote because the only options were #quote opposite-sex unquote husband/wife/spouse #or same-sex husband/wife/spouse #im nonbinary #fuck trump and fuck pence #us census #2020 census

[whoree321]

the bad batch + what romance/rom com movies they watch with you

each of the bad batch x gn!reader

ok first and foremost i really truly believe to the pits of my soul that every single one of these fuckos loves romances and you cannot under any circumstances change my mind

ALSO it’s a gender neutral reader except kinda in echo’s theres like a very brief quote regarding breasts but like i still think even that is pretty gender neutral tbh

so anyway

Hunter: Pretty Woman

this is not the first time that i have publicly declared that i think hunter has a deep rooted connection to the movie pretty woman and it will not be the last

first of all this movie is incredibly soothing to hunters overwhelming savior complex

second of all hunter is literally richard gere (debonaire but emotionally distant gentleman that learns to love) and julia roberts (hooker with a heart of gold) at the same time

he was a little skeptical the first time you put it on but he instantly fell in love with it

the humor, the sensuality, the class divide, the glamour, the unconventional cinderella story of it all. it just really butters his bread

after the first time, when you suggest watching a movie and you pick this one he’ll act very aloof about it (“whatever you want cyar’ika, it doesn’t matter to me”) but secretly he’s really really happy bc it’s one of his favorites (you def know this and def pick it more often)

he absolutely hates the scene when stucky the lawyer hits vivian. like it doesn’t matter how many times he watches it he will fully turn his head away from the screen and say “I don’t like this part” and when it’s over he nuzzles a little closer into you and very tenderly kisses your forehead

he loves the soundtrack too. like he fully exposes how much he likes the movie when you catch him singing or humming “pretty woman” or “it must have been love” absently to himself (you kept it to yourself for a while but eventually you just had to tease him about it. he just smiled a little sheepishly and admitted he liked the songs before promptly changing the subject)

hunter also lowkey definitely wants to recreate the ending where richard gere shows up to her apartment in the white limo with you bc he thinks it’s such a sweet gesture and he wants to treat you like royalty

Crosshair: 10 Things I Hate About You

if there’s one thing about crosshair it’s that he’s a sucker for the enemies to lovers genre

maybe its just him projecting (spoiler alert it most certainly is) but he really enjoys watching the drama conflama of a miserable bastard be tricked into love

and really that’s the true essence of 10 Things I Hate About You

he will grumble and bitch and moan about not wanting to watch a ‘chick flick’ when you put it on, but 15 minutes in and he’s hooked

he has strong negative opinions on literally every single character except for kat and patrick

(crosshair really really wants to think he’s patrick but when it comes down to it he is katarina stratford in every single possible way)

he doesn’t say a word throughout the entire movie but you can tell when he’s annoyed at like bianca or cameron or joey bc he will openly scoff at them

will absolutely hum along in your ear during the “can’t take my eyes off you” scene and make out with you during the paintball scene

(seriously he wants to be patrick verona so bad)

when it’s over and you ask him what he thought he’ll roll his eyes and say “i guess it could have been worse” but his little smirk let’s you know he enjoyed it a lot more than he’s willing to admit

Tech: 50 Shades of Grey

ok hear me out on this one

tech is a huge movie talker. like subtitles are a non-negotiable if you wanna be able to take in any of the movies dialogue bc tech is most likely gonna make commentary over it the whole time

this makes him absolutely indescribably so much fun to watch bad/corny movies with

he will go off about EVERYTHING. the plot, the dialogue, the acting, the costuming, the music, the production quality. nothing and no one is safe. whether you just enjoy letting him talk at you or you join in on the roast, cheesy movies are a hoot between you two

and honey. 50 shades is one of THE cheesiest movies ever

you and tech will literally spend the entire duration of the movie tearing it to shreds

and the thing is tech is a very sarcastic, funny guy when he wants to be (and when it comes to you he definitely wants to be) so by the end of it he will have you in absolute stitches from laughing at the ridiculousness of both the movie and him

with any of the other batchers watching a movie like this either turns into a shy, slightly awkward experience (wrecker, echo) or an incorrigibly horny experience (crosshair, hunter)

but in this context tech literally has no shame or squeamishness about sexual things (why should he it’s a natural biological process?) so to yall the sex stuff is just another thing to roast

literally christian grey could be fully tying dakota johnson down and flogging her and tech will be like “in the last 3 minutes they have panned up to her nipples 4 times. this is criminally shoddy cinematography”

even tho he’s busy giving a detailed play by play critique, he never fails to keep some sort of physical contact with you (wrapping an arm around you and running his hand up and down your skin, playing with your fingers or your hair) so you know he’s enjoying spending this time with you despite his nasty words about the movie

also 1000% after you watch it tech will do extensive research on the ins and outs of bdsm and will have lots of hypotheses he wants to test out (as long as you’re willing and able ofc) ;)))

Wrecker: 13 Going On 30

of all the bad batch members, wrecker is the only one who unabashedly loves any movie that could be considered a chick flick

like he doesn’t even try to hide it or act like he’s too masculine for it. he loves romance and he’s proud of it

this man will have full marathons with you. rom coms, regular roms, tragic roms, hallmark roms, you name it and he’s game

his absolute favorite tho is 13 Going On 30

i feel like he has a huge soft spot for childhood best friends to lovers stories like he finds that type of lifelong partnership so endearing (and he loves to live vicariously through jenna since that type of romance was obviously never an option for him)

wrecker is also very childlike at heart and i think the idea of a 13 year old sweetheart trapped inside the body of a 30 year old cut throat magazine exec is so amusing to him (and maybe makes him feel just a little bit represented in the media)

he is definitely the type to completely engulf you in a cuddle for the entirety of the movie and he DEFINITELY cries into your shoulder at matty’s wedding when jenna is crying on the stoop with her dream house

he wants to try razzles so bad. like so bad. i think if he ever came across them somewhere he would barter at least one of his brothers for them

wrecker really just loves love and watching movies about it just reminds him of how lucky he is to have his own love story with you <3

Echo: The Princess Bride

i feel like it’s glaringly obvious why echo loves this movie

pirates. sword fighting. decades long revenge plots. the value of an honorable, loyal man. true love that never wavers even in the face of devastating tragedy and the darkest of hardships. clever but goofy humor.

echo considers this an action/adventure movie and NOT a romance movie (even tho it 100% totally is a romance movie) and requests to watch it very frequently

he can quote the whole thing. i’m seriously telling you echo loves the princess bride with his whole chest

even tho he refuses to admit it’s a love story above all else, he really does try to model himself in your relationship after wesley

like especially given what happened at the citadel and all the time you thought he was dead, the cinematic parellels are alive and present in y’alls relationship and he strives to be even half the man to you that wesley is to buttercup

literally in your day to day life he will sometimes respond to your requests with a smooth “as you wish ;)” (it doesn’t matter how many times he does it it still gives you butterflies)

when you watch the movie, he snuggles as close to you as possible and does his best to make youre comfy the whole time (he’s insecure about his prosthetics hurting you no matter how much you reassure him they don’t)

he just loves to be able to feel your heartbeat and your laugh when you giggle at the funny bits

every single time without fail at the part when buttercup is about to stab herself he leans down, ghosts his lips against the shell of your ear, and whispers the line in time with wesley: “there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours”

every single time without fail you wind up making out until he pulls away and tells you to watch the next part when wesley challenges humperdinck to a duel to the pain

echo just loves you to bits and wants you to know he’d endure a thousand fire swamps for you

Omega: Clueless

i have this really specific obsession with omega being a total girly girl and having very traditionally feminine interests as she keeps experiencing the universe and being exposed to a spectrum of gender expression beyond clone (masc and boring) and kaminoan (ugly)

so with that headcanon of her in mind, it’s vital to me that she sees clueless as soon as possible

clueless is an essential piece of media for a girl entering adolescence and i will die on this hill

it has literally everything you want and everything you need to develop into a well-rounded young woman

it’s so deliciously 90s and glamorama and valley girl humor and camp. its got meaningful female friendships and valuable life lessons and paul mf rudd

if there’s one thing you should encourage a burgeoning hetero teen girl to do, it’s to stick to dating guys like paul rudd in clueless. the earlier this message can be broadcast the better

the second you’re able to steal omega away from hunters watchful eyes (“hunter we’re just gonna watch finding nemo i swear!”) you show her this movie

at this point omega is not really a girly girl, but omega also has absolutely zero feminine influence in her life

the first time she sees clueless she is absolutely obsessed. like seriously she is so enamoured with the glitz and glam of cher horowitz

she asks you questions the entire time. she wants to know about EVERYTHING. the makeup, the clothes, the hair, the slang

(she definitely goes around saying stuff like “i’m totally bugging” for long enough afterwards that almost all of the boys have slipped up at least once with some ridiculous valley girl slang. you thought you were gonna die of laughter when you overheard tech say “as if!” to wrecker in the middle of an argument)

it just really introduces her to this whole world of femininity that she didn’t even know existed and she absolutely loves it

she makes you watch clueless with her seriously once a week at minimum. she begs you to style her hair like tai’s and you can’t help yourself when you happen to run across a little yellow plaid dress and buy it for her on sight

(hunter was gonna scold you for recklessly spending credits until he saw how omega almost cried from how happy she was for the gift)

honestly she enjoys the romance of it all and paul rudd is def her first celebrity crush but she enjoys more that you and her now have this special thing of hair and nails and pretty dresses

she loves how confident and beautiful and special you’re able to make her feel, and you love that you get to bring her that small sense of normalcy and happiness

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #the bad batch headcanons #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #the bad batch x reader #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb x reader #crosshair tbb #hunter tbb #tech tbb #wrecker tbb #echo tbb #omega tbb #tbb omega #hunter x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #echo x reader #wrecker x reader

[abadbitvh]

Hi how are you?

Saw people sending you some personal headcanons of them. I want to share my, not as a request, but just to ask...

Does it make sense to his character? Should I write this down on my fic?

I can't take out from my brain the scene where Viktor is coughing blood in front of the Hex Core.

But instead of him almost dying he is bend over his s/o while making rough and passionate sex while the moon's light shine over them and the Hex Core is reacting like never before to their biological instinct while Viktor makes them watch it shining.

They are like animals moaning at loud and everyone who passes there by accident can hear. Maybe even Jay, or Sky or even Heimerdinger himself and the next day they can't look Viktor in the eye to talk.

Why I love this concept so much?? This is killing me.

Thanks for the attention and sorry to bother you

HIII IM GOOD, HOWS YOU?

ALSO YALL DONT BOTHER STOP APOLOGIZING!

I like it, you should write it, like nobody is gonna be able to look both Viktor and his s/o in the eyes and everytime they try to do so, theyd end up blushing and stuttering LNSFDO viktor and his s/o would be so confused like “huh?” ESPECIALLY JAYCE SINCE HES WITH VIKTOR MOST OF THE TIME ITD BE SO AWKWARD

#arcane viktor x reader #viktor lol #viktor lol x reader #viktor arcane x reader #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #lol viktor #viktor league of legends #viktor x reader #🥀✨

[joontier]

The King’s Guard | Chapter 1

pairings: kim seokjin x reader; jeon jungkook x reader

series rating: R (18+) | genre: historical drama au!; king seokjin! au; established relationship! au; royalty! au!; 

warnings: non-graphic mentions of an abuse by Y/N’s stepmama; mentions of death; ANGST; horny ass jinnie and y/n; groping; unprotected sex bc condoms werent invented yet; fingering; edging if ya squint; impregnation kink; voyeurism; oral m and f receiving; slight degradation; good god i have never written this much filth in my life, brb gotta go to church;

word count:  6.3k

g/n: hEY HEY HEY BACK WITH THE SMUT YALL; anywho a few disclaimers before u read this sweetie, YES, its Jung Jungkook for a reason, you’ll see soon enough ;) also,,,, there might be a few korean words thrown in there but ya know context clues or u could search them up too if u want,,,, but i’ll also be placing them at the end of this post for ya <3 P.S. this is also going to turn into a series y’aLLLL GAHHHH

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The King’s Guard | Chapter 1

It’s with Seokjin’s relentless pounding from behind you that you figure that the council meeting probably didn’t go well today. You’ve discovered that times of intimacies like these were a way to relieve himself of the stresses of being a newly pronounced king. Not that you were complaining though.

His fingers find your clit with practiced ease, rubbing at sensitive nub with great fervor. Seokjin’s punishing thrusts become slower as you both reached your highs, his cock falling limp shortly after he pulls out of you. Reaching over to the nearby table, he grabs a towel and dips it on the bowl of water, wiping away traces of his climax between your thighs. He pulls up his pants previously bunched in his ankles and arranges the rest of his durumagi, removing any possible evidence of your quick fuck.

“Council meeting went bad?” you asked, rubbing at your numbing forearms due to your husband’s forceful movements against the table he’d fucked you against. Seokjin briefly throws a sheepish look your way, guessing  you have finally figured out his nasty antics of de-stressing, but his beautiful face turns serious as he once again reminded of his responsibilities as king.

“Well with Minseok’s recent death, the dried-up lands in the far east, and an uprising rebellion in the south, I can’t say the meeting went particularly…peaceful,” Seokjin heaves a sigh and rests his hands on his knees.

Minseok was a trusted royal guard, serving Seokjin’s family for nearly all his life and had perished due to an attack during a visit to the southern city. While Minseok’s death caused a great loss in the palace, his blood symbolized the initial step towards an uprising, spurring on the southern troops even further.

With your back facing him, you felt remorseful as your hand subconsciously reaches for the south’s emblem given by your father, hidden beneath the thick collar of your hanbok – a harsh reminder that you were once from the southern palace – and yet you couldn’t do anything to help your king.

It was one thing being only half royalty and another being the only heir to the throne. After multiple tries, prayer movements, and endless offerings, the real queen of the south proved to be infertile and could not bear a child for the king. In the past however, a childless monarch proved to be an advantage to those who attempted to overthrow the throne. Hence your biological father, the king, decided that he needed to have an heir at once. However, the only other lady your dad would trust with such great feat is the head court lady, your mom, who became the king’s only concubine – ergo, your coming into this world.

Your father acknowledged you as his daughter the moment he heard your first cry as a newborn, much to the queen’s repressed opposition. She knew she had no other choice but to give in to your father’s recognition, but her display of hatred for you never stopped at your birth. Your life was an endless tale of narrow escapes from her atrocities.

On the bright side, you maintained a healthy relationship with your father, he taught you how to read and write, he showed you the ins and outs of the city, gave you your first archery lesson, and even taught you a thing or two about politics and diplomacy. You were well-founded for a girl your age, considering that women in your society were only perceived to be bearers of children and raisers of the young instead of hitting sack targets on a moving horse and being deployed on diplomatic affairs.

Life was almost perfect if it weren’t for your very promising antagonist of stepmother. The rest of the palace, your father included, regarded her as your stepmother, but she never came close to being a motherly figure in your life. Quite frankly, you knew she wanted you dead even before you grew a heart – probably the only reason why she wasn’t blessed with a child. The two-headed snake deserved it.

Unfortunately, you weren’t the only victim of her cruelty. As you grew up, you knew she was bound to get worse, it didn’t come as much of a shock when you heard of her plans to murder your father and your biological mother. What you didn’t expect though that the breakfast you’d shared with your father that morning was the last time you’ll ever see him.

You fled from the palace that night, bumping into Seokjin as you exited the gates of the palace. He recognizes your face from previous council meetings and have been acquainted with each other as members of royalty, but he’s never seen you in such a state of distress. Before he could ask you why you were running away from the palace at such hour, you mounted his horse and pleaded to him to take you anywhere else but your home – your previous home.

One look at your tear-stained face was all he needed and he turned his horse around, despite questioning looks he got from his guards. He had brought you back to the capital and took you in the palace. Soon friends turned to lovers and the rest is history.

Seokjin notices your silence and he’s come up from the edge of the bed to envelop you in his arms. “A frown isn’t fitting for a queen,” he takes your chin between his fingers and turns your face towards him. “What’s wrong, love?” he asks, confused by the frown drawn upon your face.

“I just…” you start off, but when your fingers find the cold metal of the necklace, you fall silent again. Seokjin sighs as he finally catches on your despondence and gives you a tighter hug and a fleeting kiss on the forehead.

For once in a long time, you felt like it was just the two of you again alone in the room, alone in the world. Just two lovers, no treacherous stepmothers, no responsibilities, no nation to take care of. Your mind races back to the memories of you sneaking out of the palace to your agreed rendezvous or walking to your secret garden to talk about your daily endeavors. Seokjin made this cruel world more bearable and you will always be eternally grateful for that. He would always shower you with the greatest support and understanding, fully aware of what you have been deprived of during your childhood.

Seokjin on one hand feels equally thankful to have you enter his life, to have you as his wife. He had always admired your knowledge in various things and he frequently shows fondness for your wit in a very remarkable way – like that one time he had brought you to a council meeting to share your ideas (a taboo in the culture – seeing as women weren’t cut in making political decisions) and called an advisor an imbecile for suggesting a huge increase in taxes when a fourth of the city was struggling with famine. Needless to say, Seokjin found the sight of you standing up to his advisors more than arousing so he had sent everyone home at once and two minutes after everyone had left, he already had you bent over his desk, fucking you into oblivion.

Your husband leaves shortly after taking a few scrolls from the shelves before inviting you to dinner, winking as he leaves your room, telling you that he has specially requested the kitchen to cook your favorite dish for dinner tonight. You take a bath during your husband’s absence, indulging yourself in a milk bath, while the servants scrub at your back and arms. As a child, the southern palace only afforded you cold baths with the heat in the south constantly unbearable but mainly because the queen was adamant on treating you badly. She’d made sure you regularly bathe in cold ones, even worse during the winter. You couldn’t keep count of the times you had to be rescued back to life by the court ladies after nearly shivering to death.

The servants take their leave as they’ve scrubbed most of the expanse of skin you’ve exposed for them to exfoliate and you sink further into the pool, a variety of petals floating around and about as you create ripples with your hands.

“My Queen,” a court lady bows her head as she enters your chambers. “The King requests your presence for the inauguration of the new king’s guards,” she informs, not meeting your eyes as you wear your undergarments. You give her a hum of approval and wait for the servants to finish braiding your hair so you could accompany your husband during the ceremony.

You can feel the pebbles under your shoes move with the steady beat of the drums. The inauguration was supposed to be held a few more months later but because of the death of Minseok, the ceremony had to be moved to an earlier date. You were about to turn the corner when the someone in torn, ragged clothes ran in front of you, your guards ushering you backwards to protection. With two watchmen already following the man, two from your group follow to see what the scurry is all about.

The remaining guards that are with you lead you towards the field quickly to evade any further commotion. When you reach where Seokjin is situated, he acknowledges you briefly, worry swimming in his eyes. You place a comforting hand on his to assure him that there is nothing to be worried about. Once you have settled in your seat, a guard comes up to Seokjin’s side and the drums stop. “Your Royal Highnesses, King Seokjin and the Queen.” Your husband raises a hand to acknowledge the crowd surrounding the field, all present to witness the ceremony.

“Let the inauguration of the new royal guards begin.”

The drums fall into a steady rhythm once again, men clad in red and white silk uniforms pile in groups of twenty. Applause falls within the crowd, hands busy clapping for the newly inducted protectors of the palace. You see a few girls displaying themselves by the corner where the guards enter the field. They mask their flirtatious looks under the guise of modesty, covering their powdered faces with fans while sending coquettish looks to the guards.

Seokjin lets out a chuckle when he follows your line of vision and you reply deftly “I don’t blame them. I’d definitely do the same when you’re in your uniform.” You try your best not to wink at your husband especially at a public gathering like this, but your witty effort to get him to stop judging you has proved to be effective. You know he is most likely going to punish you about this tonight and the idea already has you squirming in your seat.

“My King, may I present to you the new captain of the royal guards, Jung Jungkook of the east.” A man from the first row steps forward. “My King, my Queen.” He acknowledges your presence, bowing from the waist. Jung Jungkook drops to the ground, his weight resting on one leg. He draws his sword, plunges it to the ground – the sound of metal slicing through the soil ringing throughout the field. “I am Jung Jungkook from the Jung clan of the east. My father has served the royal family for many years and has perished terribly during the attack of the South. I am here to restore the honor to my family by serving your highness, to serve the capital, and to avenge my late father.” His head is hung low, yet he is breathing heavily, the weight of his emotions too heavy on his shoulders.

Seokjin leans forward, “Your father has fought well and there is no greater honor than to die for the safety of your countrymen. I am glad he has a son to continue the legacy of your family. Stand, Jung Jungkook, for I know your father’s soul is now at peace.” The man complies and speaks, “Long live King Seokjin, long live the capital!” The rest of the two hundred men follow suit. The citizens join in on the cheering but your eyes linger on the new captain and the faded scar on his left cheek.

The turmoil in the south has worsened during the past few weeks. You rarely see your husband nowadays, constantly trapped for hours on end inside the four walls of his office. You can feel the pressure of being the king taking its toll on him. The servants tell you that he barely touches his food and that your husband also always comes in late at night and leaves early at dawn to work. It’s bringing you great worry that Seokjin couldn’t properly take care of himself nowadays.  

Your attempts to aide him during these stressful times prove to be futile, especially with his damned advisors who keep on barring you from entering his office or attending the council meetings. It is believed anyways that the queen only tends to matters of the royal household and that women have no right to give counsel. Unfortunately for them, you are no ordinary queen nor are you just a queen. You are also the wife of your beloved husband and a handful of stubborn councilmen has never stopped you before.

While the royal advisors are busy wasting too much time on a singular issue, you went out on your own to witness the effects of the famine of the east. Most of the crops that were delivered throughout the country was produced in the east because of their healthy soil and the waters surrounding the city. When a month has passed and there were still no signs of rain in the east, you know this was going to cause a huge problem and eventually another predicament for Seokjin. You had lived long enough in the onerous south to witness problems like this turn into bigger ones.

You have made arrangements to visit the city and so far, your plan going smoothly as planned. You manage to sneak out of the royal seamstress’ room after paying her a decent amount of silver coins for a commoner’s dress. It’s getting late and your husband will be returning to your room soon so you trudge back a little faster just to make it in time. When you reach the back door to your room, you see two guards lounging stand up abruptly at your presence. “M-my q-queen,” he bows, not meeting your eyes. “It’s alright. Just don’t tell anybody.”

Seokjin enters the room just when you’re stood in front of the mirror, hands removing the pins from your head. He slides the wooden door gently and sends you a small smile through the reflection on your mirror. “Why don’t I help you with that?” You gently decline his offer, not wanting to bother your exhausted king with any more chores. It’s unfair how he is still impeccably handsome even with the weariness evident on his face. Seokjin still insists though, claiming that a king’s functions should not be an excuse to escape those of a husband’s. “And besides, I ought to know how to do this if we’ll have a daughter in the future.” The statement was supposed to be a genuine shot at what the future might hold but your body’s treacherous response is far from the innocence of Seokjin’s statement.

Just the thought of it has heat pooling in your abdomen. You haven’t had enough time in your hands to spend time to think about things like that, Seokjin being a newly-crowned king, more so as a newly-wedded couple.

Your husband notices the deep breath you take, his eyes slowly getting darker by the second. He takes the last golden pin from your braids, letting your hair fall into loose waves. You feel relieved when the strain on your scalp melts away in seconds – something that you should’ve been used to by now, considering that you have been royalty all your life, but nothing beats that fresh wave of relief when you free your hair from all the pins and ribbons. That’s why when Seokjin cards his fingers through your locks, you feel the rising of the small hairs at the back of your neck, such mundane action bordering on sensual.

He does this a few more times in silence, just combing through your hair gently, deeming that seeing you fall into such comfort like this is enough for him. His chaste intentions though are all thrown aside when you lean against him, your undone hanbok falls from your shoulder, exposing the skin there in all its glory. Your husband takes all your hair and transfers it on your left shoulder and you tilt your head to the same side, giving him space where he could pepper all his kisses on.

He murmurs sweet nothings against your skin while sending fleeting kisses from your ear’s helix, to your cheek, you jawline then down to your shoulders. “Little you and me running around…” he murmurs while pushing the rest of your hanbok off your body. It doesn’t take much effort, the silken cloth sliding down easily and now you’re just left in your undergarments.

“Would you like that, my queen?” Seokjin asks, fingers thumbing the ribbon that’s keeping together the last layer of clothing you have on. It takes only one breathy ‘yes’ from you and the cloth covering your intimacies falls altogether, leaving no trace of modesty.

He cups both breasts in each palm, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Your nipples are firm, already hardened by the worshipping kisses he places all over. He trails a finger along your jaw, turning your face toward him. His lips meet yours, plump lips pressing gently against your own. When you figure he’s about to pull away, he grips your ass and you gasp, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You moan into the kiss, your heart thudding hard against your ribcage. It’s been too long since you had seen your husband so… sensual. Usually, you’re both in a rush with the sole intent of getting some release but tonight, it seems as if Seokjin is determined to take his time in claiming all of you in the most intimate of ways, slowly but surely like it’s the last night of his life.

Seokjin savors every moan, every whimper as his deft fingers roam your body. He loves every curve and dip; how soft and taut it is at the same time. The milk baths you’ve always indulged in and your younger days of archery and horse riding had definitely done you good. He tries to etch them all into his memory though he knows flashes of images of you in his brain could never give justice to the reality of having you in his arms.

His fingers reach your cunt and he cups it, making you lean further against him for support. You feel the fine sheen of sweat of his torso on his back and for a moment you wonder how he’s managed to take his to take his top off without taking a hand off you. He pulls you away from your thoughts when he tugs you closer to him, shamelessly grinding his erection against your ass. He finds your clit easily through memory, rubbing the sensitive nub, fingers moving slowly in circular motions.

“S-seokjin please,” you beg, knowing you’re nearly there but still so far away, far too greedy to orgasm on clitoral stimulation alone. You needed him inside you. Now. “Speak up, my love,” he orders, shallowly dipping a finger in your cunt and withdrawing it just as quick. “Please. Y-you. Need y- “You’re rendered breathless by his teasing, your hand traveling to tug at his hair. “You want me to put a baby in you, hmm?” He finally pushes a finger in. “You’d love that don’t you? Having to carry the next heir to the throne inside you?” Another finger breaches you, Seokjin chuckling when you let out a loud gasp.

He nips at the shell of your ear, reminding you of the presence of the guards outside in a low whisper. Your hand instantly moves to cover your mouth but Seokjin grabs you by the wrists. “Who told you to cover your mouth, hmm? We both know you want the whole palace to hear how filthy their queen is.” Seokjin must admit, the whole idea is just as pleasing to him as it is to you. You were practically squelching when his fingers quicken the pace, your orgasm coming to you at breakneck speed. The feeling of his fingers toying with your cunt too much for you to handle that you are unable to stop your lover’s name fall like a prayer on your lips. Your whole body trembles in his grip, legs threatening to give in. A whimper escapes you when he pulls his fingers out, sending him a glare through the mirror. You were so, so close.

“My love, as much as I enjoy seeing you wrecked under my touch through the mirror, we have to take this to the bed.” He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek and tugs at your arm, but you stand your ground. You wag a finger at him, ‘tsk’-ing at his impatience. Not until he’d have a taste of his own medicine.

You let your finger trail along his torso, tracing the outlines of his abdominals. Imitating your husband’s  earlier torturous ministrations, you take your time with him, reveling in how much you’ve affected him – how his breathing is getting more labored by the second. You run a finger along the length of his shaft still covered by his pants. He’s already hard, you reckon, feeling it slightly twitch under your touch.

Slowly, you lower down on your knees, tugging his pants down along with your descent. The sight of his cock makes you wet your lips, too eager to please. “My love, you don’t have to,” his hands hover yours that are resting on his hips. It’s not that he didn’t want your mouth on his cock but he just wanted to drawl out this evening for as long as he could. Frankly, he couldn’t afford to release in your mouth without having felt your velvety walls first.

“I want to.” Not wanting to wait any longer, you tentatively place a kiss on the bulbous head, making Seokjin gasp at the contact. You get bolder, gathering some of the precum that has gathered on the tip spreading it along his length your tongue. Using the armrests as leverage, you straighten your back and finally take him in your mouth. Seokjin deems he’ll never get used to this feeling. You vaguely hear him groan above you, but you’re far too busy pushing his shaft farther inside.

You briefly gaze at him through your eyelashes. It’s unfair, you reckon, that even when your lamps cast this golden glow to only one side of his face, he’s just as ethereal as under the light of day. You take him in your mouth as far as you can. When Seokjin throws his head back in pleasure with his wonderfully thick neck on display only for you to see, it ignites a carnal desire in you, so you push yourself further. When he finally hits the back of your throat, you swallow and your husband chokes on air, his knuckles turning white as he grips onto the armrests.

It’s an arduous task, having to try and take control of your breathing as you pleasure your husband. You move up then down slowly until you find a steady rhythm. You feel your eyes water with the pace until his chest starts heaving and you know he’s nearing his climax. “N-no. P-please,” your husband pleads, each word brokenly spoken. Tugging at your hair slightly, he pries you off his mouth, releasing a sigh of relief when you take your mouth off him.

“Bed now.” With your knees still sore from kneeling too long, it takes you some time to get up. Impatiently, the moment you get one of your knees off the ground he hooks his arm below them and lifts you off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Stop trying to stall.” Seokjin huffs, his lips forming a pout. You giggle at his cuteness, of course even at a time like this, he manages to make you smile like a kid with candy.

He lays you gently on the bed, your hair fanning out on the pillows. He caresses your face with the pads of his fingers and you find yourself leaning against his touch. “My queen,” he sighs, “Your beauty is unrivaled. Truly.” Your lips meet when he closes the distance between the two of you. He stays like that for a moment, his swollen lips placed on top of yours until he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip. You fervently kiss each other, feeling yourself slowly getting lost in the kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes pry open again only to see your husband’s teary ones.

“Seokjin-ie, are you okay? What’s the matter?” He shakes his head, replying, “You’re just so beautiful. I’m the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife.” Your face crumples at his words and you give him another kiss. “How could you possibly think that when so many other women who vying for my position right now? Both literally and figuratively. You’re glad when you get a chuckle out of Seokjin. “As much as I want to argue about who’s the luckier one, I have a more pressing problem. And it’s getting really painful, so please…” His lips close in on one of your breasts, your hand flying up to pull at his hair.

Once again, you’re a moaning mess beneath Seokjin. You’re whining, begging for more than the assault he’s doing on your breasts. He doesn’t waste time in complying with your whims, your legs spreading apart when he shifts his position above you. He braces himself on one arm and you hiss as he swipes against your folds, taking some of the wetness on his palm and rubbing it onto his cock. When he pushes slowly against your entrance, you whimper as he gradually sinks into you. Gods, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to this, to him.

When he’s fully sank into you to the hilt, he pauses, knowing that you’ll need a moment for the pain to subside into pleasure. Seokjin places kisses your shoulders as he waits for you to adjust to the feeling. You push your hips up, encouraging him to move. Dragging his cock out slowly, he pushes back down just as languidly. “Jin, please,” you beseech, goading him to go faster. The moment the word escapes your lips, Seokjin begins pounding into you relentlessly. He hastily places a pillow under your hips to angle yours better. The next thrust he gets in has you mewling, each stroke easily rubbing up against your g-spot.

Your thighs begin quivering, every fiber of your body ablaze with each plunge of your husband’s hips. Seokjin feels your impending orgasm with your cunt beginning to pulsate against his cock, and he moves one of his hands between your thighs and starts to toy vigorously with your clit.

“Fuck!” you scream, fisting the sheets that now haphazardly dangling from the bed. Your high hits you so strong, your pussy tightening, clamping around Seokjin. His thrusts begin to stutter as you continue to milk his cock. With one final push, Seokjin cums, releasing ropes of cum inside you. He stays on top of you for a moment, too exhausted and worn out to move an inch. Also, because he wishes that this time it finally gets you pregnant, that your earlier inclination to the idea of having a baby inside you is as enthralling as it is to him.

Seokjin finally pulls out of you with a small grunt, elbows that have been holding up his weight finally give in, breathing heavily as he falls to your side.

He hadn’t meant to stay this long.

In fact, when he heard the first moan that fell from your lips, he had sent the rest of the guards to go on patrol to give you and your husband the much-needed privacy. He had intended to keep lookout from the front of the hanok. With one more corridor to clear out before leaving, he took his steps with caution, knowing that this passage was the one next to your room. The palace’s wooden walls will never be thick enough to hide the sounds of pleasure. His ears are already ringing with the faint sound of your moans but there was one section where the sweet sound was most audible. The door to your room was slightly open, the light from your lamps passing through the narrow slit.

He tries to push away the temptation, reminding himself that he has other duties to attend to… right?

Surely, the rebellious troops would have been subdued before they reach the palace…right?

Ultimately, he can’t leave with you sounding so desperate and broken…right?

He knew his resolve was breaking with every step he took nearer towards the thin beam of light.  He takes the final step with bated breath, wincing when the wood creaks under his weight. He lets out a shaky exhale when he finally peeks through the crevice. Your bed is situated right across from where he’s watching – the whole scene like a live show from a festival. He knows this is wrong, that what happens inside the four walls of your chambers is none of his business but when he sees the king flip you and take you from behind, his lips part, suddenly out of breath like he’s the one pounding into you.  

The voyeur continues to watch the whole spectacle with an unrelenting gaze. He watches the unsuspecting royals get lost in their own world while he lingers in perverse amusement. The strain in his silk pants is getting painful, uncomfortable too when the tip of his cock brushes against the wet patch on the cloth. He reproaches himself for his lack of manners tonight but if this mischief shall reward him with a release later on, then he shall remain here, unperturbed.

Moments later Seokjin’s hips stutter and he feels his own hands lose rhythm as well. Your loud moans fill the room as you reach your high, your husband following. His hand moves faster than before, white spurts of cum coating his hand not long after. He shivers when he pulls his pants back up, the silk proving to be too much for the sensitive tip of his cock. When his eyes revert back to the crevice, he sees Seokjin trace patterns on your back while the both of you murmur softly in each other’s arms. Your husband gives you a chaste kiss, lips closing in on the shell on your ear as he whispers something that makes you giggle. He takes this as his cue to leave, hoping that no other guard has lingered around long enough to see him leave the house.

Fortunately, no one sees the dazed captain walk out of the hanok in the middle of the night.

You are momentarily awakened from a fleeting kiss placed on your cheek, the back of your hands rubbing at your drooping eyelids. Body still sore from your activities last night, you blindly reach out for the blue cloak in front of you as you call out your husband’s name. “I hadn’t meant to wake you from your slumber, my love. Go back to sleep.” He strokes your hair gently while humming a soft melody to lull you back to your slumber.

There’s an ache on his chest when he watches sleep take over you once more, soft snores escaping your lips. Seokjin wonders if he would get to see you this peaceful one more time. You shift in your sleep, the blanket revealing purplish marks littered across your chest. Normally, this would’ve sent all his blood pumping south but with the emotion weighing on his shoulders, all he’s thinking about is engraving your beauty into his memory.

The present disposition in his hands had monopolized his time and because of this he knew he had been neglecting you these past few weeks. He wasn’t able to check up on you, ask how your day went, or even join supper, hence your intimacies last night.  Although your husband knew that after all these years together, you were never one to demand affection because you were well aware of his duties as ruler of a nation. Funnily enough, it was he who yearned for that most of time, while you would remind him of his obligations with a chortling intonation.

Usually, you would push him away when he tries to lavish you with kisses even with the guards and court ladies present, but he knew deep inside that you secretly enjoyed them, cheeks turning a rosy red every time he teases you about it. Albeit being born into royalty, you were treated like a slave by your own step-mother so Seokjin knew it would have taken some time before he had successfully lured you out of your shell. And he knew he had forever to show you the love that you were deprived of. Or did he now?

He recalls the time you had both met in your secret rendezvous. It was a garden exhibiting the most gorgeous fusion of pink and green, cultivated to perfection by Seokjin himself and of course with the help of a few chosen gardeners. Included in the garden was a narrow passage with water directly flowing from the Gaeun River. The secluded site was a testament to Seokjin’s love for the color pink. Flowers of all shades of blush are scattered among the lush green grass, from Azaleas to Carnations to Peonies. ‘Most are from foreign lands’ he informs, carefully plucking out a flower and handing one to you. A blush instantly colors your cheeks at this and Seokjin finds it most endearing, unable to resist teasing you. “You seem to blend in just fine with my flowers,” he observes, poking your cheeks, “but you stand out the most.”

Amongst the rosy hued shrubs and mossy rocks, on a small slope stood a singular cherry blossom tree - your most favorite feature of all. Cherry blossoms had always been known to symbolize the transience of life and rebirth. True to your ancestors’ beliefs, this special tree was tangible proof of the metaphor. The tree had witnessed quite a number of your most cherished moments in life. This was where Seokjin brought you when you broke down into tears after escaping the southern palace, this was where he first pecked you on the cheek, and this same tree witnessed Seokjin’s humble request for your hand in marriage.

Regret weighs heavily on him. You were the only constant reality he had in this capricious life. You had been nothing but perfect, always by his side no matter what. Having to bid his farewell like this broke his heart but if he properly did so, it would probably break his heart all the more. Your husband had already made up his mind – he is to leave for the South before the dawn breaks.

Seokjin was hanging onto that small sliver of hope that a discussion on the dilemma may change their minds. The situation in the southern city had inevitably worsened but he had to try. He could be very persuasive if he wanted to, sure, but you always knew it wouldn’t work. Not by a long shot. You made sure to remind him of that fact. That’s why you never supported the idea of visiting the city especially at a time of agitation like this. The southerners are men honed by war and they are not called the nation’s keepers for nothing. They are willing to sacrifice lives rather than heed diplomacy. It had proved beneficial in the past when foreigners wanted to colonize your country, but with a turmoil conceived by its own countrymen, these people are all the more fueled to fight for what they believe in.

Then again, this was his decision. He had to try. He was willing to risk everything for his nation, even if it meant that this might be the last time he’ll be seeing your face. He wanted to be selfish, just this once, to give in to the matters of the heart, but he knew he couldn’t. If he did, then all his parent’s teachings would have been for nothing. Being born into royalty couldn’t have meant anything. Being the king then would lose its meaning.

With tears brimming at the corner of his eyes, he retrieves a scroll, his brush, and an ink block. ‘This all seems unreal’, Seokjin reels. He only takes out the three when he’s making a new proclamation or with pronouncements usually related to the duties of a king. You two could only stay apart for so long and at the end of the day you’d always find yourselves each other’s arms. Not once did he imagine having to write you a letter, let alone one bidding you farewell.

Patches of tears soften different spots on the previously coarse scroll. With dawn fast approaching, Seokjin ends his letter with a lingering kiss on the paper. He retrieves a flower that he’s plucked from the garden and places it together with the scroll he’s left on the bedside table. Seokjin kisses you on the cheek one last time, “Goodbye, my queen.”

© joontier 2020. All rights reserved. 

#ksmutclub #bangtanhq #hyunglinenetwork #btsghostie #bangtanarmynet #bts smut #bts fluff #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin smut #jeon jungkook x reader #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook

[magniloquent-raven]

i'd like to know more about this magic baby au you've got going on...

i am glad u asked because i tried to keep it short and to the point when i answered the last one from @paperbodiesamongthestars but there is definitely more, i came up with LORE for this fic. (this tangent will probably not make sense unless yall read my previous post lol)

like, for the whole wishbaby concept right? i figured it would have to be difficult to make one otherwise people would be accidentally conjuring random babies all the time, so. rules. the people have to really want it, have to be thinking about it at the same time for more than like, a couple seconds, AND they have to be incapable of biologically creating a child together for whatever reason (infertility, same-sex couple etc.). but then that got me thinking about how society treats the types of couples who would end up with wishes and...that’s how i ended up with scenes like

Steve vaguely remembers learning about wishbabies in school. Mostly what he remembers is Tommy stifling laughter and digging an elbow into his ribs. The teacher explaining, with an air of distaste, the kinds of people who usually produce wishbabies. 

Tommy finally cracking and calling out, “Queers and ice queens, am I right?” To a smattering of giggles, and a half-hearted glare from the teacher. 

Steve had quelled the twist of nausea in his gut, painted on a smirk and said, “Yeah, who’d want all the responsibility without any of the fun.” That, like a lot of the things he used to say, tasted bitter in his mouth. Lingered in the air afterwards like an unpleasant smell he couldn’t escape. 

Deep down, he always thought wishbabies were kind of magic. Romantic. Two people wanting a child so badly that the universe would lend a helping hand. It sounded like something out of a movie. 

But his father always said if you wanted a child, you should put the work in first. No having it handed to you. Nevermind that the man barely lifted a finger to be there for his own son. He made his child the natural way, that was enough effort apparently.

and

Nancy coos softly, and grins when gets a gurgle in response. 

“You’re not…” Steve furrows his brow. Searches for the right words. He doesn’t know how to ask why she doesn’t hate his daughter. 

His throat tightens at the thought of having to ask people that for the rest of his life. 

“What? Angry at a baby for existing? No.” She looks up at him, lifting her chin defiantly, but softens when she sees the look on his face. “Steve…” 

“My parents won’t even look at her,” he says quietly. Not that they pay much attention to Steve either, but this is…different. Deliberate. 

Nancy grimaces. “Yeah…” she pauses, bites her lip, “Barb was a wish.”

Oh. Shit, that explains a lot. How sure her parents were that the cops just hadn’t looked that hard for her. Their desperate willingness to believe she was coming back, like if they wished hard enough they could will her into existence a second time. His heart aches. 

“She never met her grandparents,” Nancy says, with that sad look in her eye she always gets when she talks about Barb. “But she always said they were probably assholes anyway. That she wasn’t missing out on anything. Said her parents loved her so much she didn’t need any other family."

ask me about my wips!

#ty!!!! 💗💗💗 #WIP ask game

[m3mento-m0ri]

Debunking Transmeds

So, we've had a lot of discourse over whether there's really a brain difference between sexes, if non binary genders are real, if you need dysphoria to be trans, and if you have to medically transition.

Translation: I’m fed up with this bullshit so here’s me serving yall the facts.

My belief is that this discourse is mostly from miscommunication in the community, and I hope this can give some insight here. But do not comment before reading through this, and if you’re still going to be stubbornly bigoted and harass people in the comments, I will block you.

Let's start with debunking the brain difference stuff.

1. https://www.newscientist.com/article/dn28582-scans-prove-theres-no-such-thing-as-a-male-or-female-brain/

2. https://www.nature.com/articles/d41586-019-00677-x

3. https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2018/06/male-female-brains-biologically-different/563702/

4. https://www.them.us/story/brain-scans-transgender-identity/amp

5. https://www.sciencemag.org/news/2015/11/brains-men-and-women-aren-t-really-different-study-finds

6. http://sitn.hms.harvard.edu/flash/2016/gender-lines-science-transgender-identity/

(funnily enough, #6 backs up my argument despite being part of a master post with transmed sources)

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Why nonbinary genders are real:

https://nonbinaryproofpost.tumblr.com/post/180380244054/hi-nonbinary-people-are-real-stop-being

as of right now, this blog has at least 163 sources confirming that non binary genders are real.

7. https://transequality.org/issues/resources/understanding-non-binary-people-how-to-be-respectful-and-supportive

8. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Discrimination_against_non-binary_gender_people

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Why you don't need dysphoria to be trans:

I'm going to give a side note here. Dysphoria is characterized as distress concerning the gender you were assigned to at birth. Non dysphoric trans people have a disconnect with their assigned gender, but not enough discomfort to be considered dysphoria. This doesn't make them less valid.

9. https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/gender-dysphoria/expert-q-and-a

10. https://transequality.org/issues/resources/frequently-asked-questions-about-transgender-people

11. https://transequality.org/issues/resources/frequently-asked-questions-about-transgender-people

12. https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/gender-dysphoria/expert-q-and-a

13. https://everydayfeminism.com/2015/08/not-all-trans-folks-dysphoria/

14. https://www.advocate.com/commentary/2019/1/18/do-you-need-gender-dysphoria-be-trans

15. https://genderanalysis.net/2017/03/do-you-need-to-have-gender-dysphoria-to-be-transgender/

16. http://www.alterheros.com/experts/en/2018/11/do-i-need-dysphoria-to-be-transgender/

17. https://www.quora.com/Do-you-need-to-feel-dysphoria-to-be-trans-Isnt-it-enough-to-just-know-but-still-be-comfortable-with-your-body

Here is another masterpost backing me up with 29 sources                 https://redkatherineeee.tumblr.com/post/180592219528/anti-transmedtruscum-articles-and-other-sources

another post with 4 sources backing them up http://transgooglesearches.tumblr.com/post/176425886846/what-transgender-really-means

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Why transtrenders aren’t real:

18. https://letsqueerthingsup.com/2015/03/28/why-the-trans-community-needs-to-ban-the-word-transtrender-for-good/

19. https://www.reddit.com/r/asktransgender/comments/8k15fh/so_how_real_is_the_whole_transtrenders_concept/

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What you’re doing is hurting other trans people, regardless of whether they experience dysphoria or are binary trans

https://letsqueerthingsup.com/2018/07/14/this-is-what-i-wish-people-who-identify-as-truscum-would-try-to-understand/

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Why you don’t need to medically transition:

20. https://www.vox.com/identities/2016/5/13/17938114/transgender-people-transitioning-surgery-medical

21. https://www.buzzfeed.com/skarlan/still-valid

Some trans people don’t medically transition because

- they can’t afford it

- they don’t want to

- there are medical risks involved

- they might not be able to

- they’re comfortable just socially transitioning

there’s probably more but this is what I thought of off the top of my head.

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In total, these are 217 sources confirming that:

- you don’t need dysphoria to be trans

- the brain is a sexless organ

- non binary genders are real

- you don’t need to medically transition

Thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

#transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #transmed #truscum #tucute #anti transmed #anti truscum #im taggin all the things #non binary #nonbinary

[transgenderbenders]

Yeehaw and howdy folks, please read this for updates about mods and blog renovations!!

This is mod sam letting you know about a few updates!!!

The blog going under some renovations!!!

We will be fixing our tagging system, updating our masterlist, updating guidelines, and revamping blog content.

If there is anything you guys have to say about things you want to be tagged let us know!

Some of you have shown that youd like references to biological body parts ti be tagged, so we will have an umbrella tag of #biobody and then parts and functions like #penis #vagina #genitals #uterus #periods #boobs #sex organs etc. This will be to filter triggers efficiently. Trans guys intereste din learning about male physiology and nit seeing female physiology will now have that option, as well as the vice versa for trans women. The bio body tag is the umbrella for literally any body part. Useful for our agender and nb followrs who may have issues with the discussion of these topics. A list of tags will be made so you can see what you want to block!!!

If you have any requests for blog color, icon, header image, the tagging system, or anything else, please feel free to drop suggestions in the notes of this post or in an ask/dm to me. Preferably via asks because its more likely for me to see it! (Info on how to dm me is below!)

IN ADDITION, WE ARE NOW LOOKING FOR NEW MODS

When i first joined this blog, i was the 4th mod of this blog, and now me and jesse are the only ones running the show and now as jesse becomes more involved in his career, and has less time for the blog, it all falls on me, SO

If youre interested in becoming a mod with us, please send in an ask to us, off anon, requesting a dm with me and say soemthing along the lines "interested in the modding position" and ill go ahead and dm you from my personal blog, and wr can talk about why youd be a good fit for the blog.

Any trans* identity is welcome to apply! Allies are not!!!

We are looking for trans* people who know tips and tricks of being trans, know how to help people, have empathy, and/or knows how to organize a blog on Tumblr!

I hope to see some messages from you!!! Have a great day!!

Thank you for your time :)

And i hope yall are having a wonderful pride

❤💛💚💙💜

#blog renovations #new mods #new tagging system #this is alot and im kinda overwhelmed #cuz idk how to work the tagging system #so any help is welcome #ty #ily all #❤💛💚💙💜

[ssironstrange]

about me

so because i haven’t done one of these since i hit like.. 100 followers? and i don’t feel like digging through my shit to reblog it again, and i’ve gotten a few personal asks...

i go by moki. a select few of you know my real name and i don’t mind yall using it when talking to me one on one, but moki has been my moniker for the last 20 years give or take and i highly prefer it.

i’ll be 30 in october (and high-key freaking out about it. rip.)

i really, honestly, truly do not care what pronouns you use for me. the closest thing i identify as is genderfluid. i’m biologically female and present that way most of the time just because i’m 1. lazy 2. live in one of the most conservative states in america and 3. extra lazy and just don’t want to Deal With It. but personally i feel pretty androgynous so whatever you feel comfortable calling me is fine by me.

i’ve never known wtf to say my sexuality is so i just file it under generic queerness. consenting human adult who is not related to me is my sexuality. there you go. i’m also polyamorous with a non-poly s/o and we’ve been together for 9 years. with that in mind please don’t get all weird with me. i’ve yet to have that problem but hey, never know.

i’m super open minded. very few things are off limits for me to talk about. tmi doesn’t exist with me. i’ll talk to you about weird sex stuff, i really don’t care. i’ll talk to you about mental illness. i’ll talk to you about your daily boring life. i don’t judge and i will always try to be supportive in whatever way i can. if you need to vent just hit me up. don’t even need to ask. just rant and bitch at my dms as much as you need to!

i have pretty severe ADD and it was only diagnosed a couple of years ago and it’s been a royal fucking bitch trying to treat it. i was doing pretty well on adderall but i built up a tolerance and can’t go any higher with it. on vyvanse now and i really don’t like it. probably won’t be switching to anything else anytime soon though. going through med changes is just so exhausting. and expensive. so, yanno, sometimes i can be spacey af while other times so fucking hyperfocused on something i can’t shut up about it. 

also went from your basic general depression to severe major depression in the span of like 2 years and tbh i’m still very slowly crawling my way out of it. fucking ironically tumblr has really helped with that LOL i spent my entire life around toxic, abusive, and negative environments so those are like the last thing i ever want to be. thus, i try to stay pretty positive. i cope with humor, too. so yeah, despite my cheerfulness and joking i’m usually pretty down.

got that hella bad anxiety on top of it all. most of mine is social anxiety, but in general i’m a pretty fuckin anxious person. coupled with my add my mind can be a terribly loud place sometimes. those two also give me some baaaaad insomnia every once in a while.

and like all that wasn’t bad enough, i’ve also got pcos and all the wonderful imbalances that come with it.

i never get enough sleep. my usual is 5 hours a night. about once a month i’ll sleep for like 20 hours straight. super not healthy but i can’t help it always. tired is my state of existence. 

i’ve been in various medical fields for like... 8ish years. jobless currently as of last week but w/e i’ll find something soon i’m sure.

i have 4 cats. i love cats. i’m that person that cries when they talk about how much they love cats. i’m wearing a cat shirt right now. in cat pj pants. with two cats sleeping next to me. i fucking love cats. kittens are my weakness. had 5 cats, but in january we very suddenly lost one of them to either viral meningitis or brain tumor (most likely tumor since the others didn’t get sick. i didn’t want an autopsy done) and tbh i’m still not over it. i honest to fucking god love them like my children, more than i love most other people. it felt like a part of me died with him and i miss him so much every damn day.

i’ve been told i come off as confidant on here?? lmao thats so far from the truth. i have so little confidence. what i do have is an enormous lack of fucks to give about a lot of things - one of the only perks of getting older i’ve found. i’m quiet and weird and super self-conscious and awkward and i legit only have like 2 irl friends bc i don’t make them easily. i don’t like talking - like with my voice. i’d for real be mute if i could.

music is super important to me. theres only a handful of genres i don’t like. i’m basically listening to it constantly.

anyway, there you go. some stuff about me. enjoy i guess?

#personal #long post

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

I don't know what to do to make me feel full and satisfied rn.

What do I need to do.

I'll watch videos of cats doing stupid shit, watching floribama with my sisters cause they go through similar issues I have or had already and we were all raised in the south, or just being around family that come into town. But I'm tired and terrified to say.

I just wanna be alone and I'm so damn tired of mental shit that I can't really control, memories keep popping back up, good and bad. Grandma. Jay. Shitty Jay. Ratchet shit.

And this job interview is tomorrow and tbh I don't wanna move to pontiac and remember my other, abandoning, emotionally neglectful, uncaring, selfish ass, crazy ex and all our times from spots we went to. Terrell aka Teddy.

He cheated me. Tried to hide that he was sleeping with this trans woman, who looked exactly like a biological male in a skirt, he had the audacity to show me the girl's nudes, and told me after blowing our one day a week meetup off to every two weeks then just once a month...the day I see him he tells me the girl in his phone is actually moving in with him 2 days from today and his dumbass thought I would actually be okay with that shit and he never said the girl was trans or even told me. I found out by watching his story 2wks after I broke up with him. He's a sick, nasty, twisted mf. He saved all the girls he ever fucked in his phone gallery, like he was collecting more of his magic cards that he made more time for each Monday to play games with his friends.. which now that I think about it. He would have rather spent time sleeping around on me with people that looked more like guys, because deep down He's more gay than pan...

That and magic card duels, and work. He only took me out once after he asked me out. And I always took the 1hr regional bus from Flint to go see him because he was always so lazy, making excuses like he's too tired, too sleepy, just didn't even care about how much I was doing just to make quality time together with him happen. I remember even giving up shifts or moving my schedule around just because he never gave up his Monday magic duels and his sleep was more important. He should have just said he was too broke, too overworked for even a serious commitment with me. Instead of pushing me away until he felt he was good and ready. He started pushing time back because he had a hard time getting it in. He gave up on me, because sex was most important to him than our relationship.

And I never wanna see him again either cause he's a fuckboi too. This Job is good money for entry level, but I would hate to move there, get the apartment set up, and hate the job because you gotta meet loan goals and service call requirements each day and I hate being micromanaged....reminds me of Michael's who's petty management kept tagging me for not having enough rewards signed up, when bitches are already signed up, they don't care to sign up even after you tell them the silly Rewards speech and then I'm being micromanaged for going to slow cause we got long lines. Like nahhhhh, I hate sales and retail shit like that for that reason.

That's exactly why I started doing unreal email addresses and shit because manager was playing with my money, cutting back my hours because I wasn't meeting marks. Like bitch if you got me on floor all week, how the fuck do you expect me to catch up on signup goals in one day? Yall stupid af, don't even matter if I'm actually doing my best, pushing myself to not be a bitch at work just because mfs don't appreciate how much effort you put in.

I'd rather work easy, project based jobs where I can complete it today or the next day. Not oh if you don't hit 20 or 12 people sales, you're done. You're fucked. You're fired, and now you got rent due within the next week and a half and you're depressed because that one time you thought you could get out your parents house, the scales of the system at your new, good paying job, busted your city view and the next time you think about running away from it all, you can't because you can't trust people the same way your heart used to care. And you ain't made new, safe friends yet who ain't out to steal from you, trying to get you to have sex with them, or take advantage of you in some way like you been hurt and let go of, let down because you opened yourself up to the wrong people who didn't even care to appreciate you for who you are and trick you into doing things for them that you didn't want to do or didn't know they were doing behind your back or in front of your face to get a reaction.

I hate manipulators. And I know how to do it back to them. I just hate that everything had to change for me to see that these people I used to like and were involved with sexually and romantically.....

Repulsed me and pushed me away, like I was the scum barnacle stuck to them, or the bubble gum stuck at the bottom of Jay's shoe...cause that's what they referred to me as once, bubble gum.

These people were the absolute worst pieces of shit, and treated me bad like I deserved it, as if I needing love, attention, and quality time, and not just sex was a deal breaker....they used me, played me, and led me on some more so they could use my body like a toy again. Terrell even asked me out again and didn't even know why I broke up with him, when I explicitly sent multiple texts explaining why and how pissed off I was about how hurt I was by his actions. He still pretended like nothing was wrong with him and that I would just take him back. When he acted like only seeing me once a month was fucking normal and we live 30 minutes away from each other and he only wanted me to text him on Snapchat....when Babygirl, the trans woman, was calling and texting him.

I'm glad she dumped him for her ex, cause now he knows how it feels. He was having her as his sub, in a ddlg. He said he liked her more because she was mean to him and I wasn't.

Wtf is wrong with these idiots 😤