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noperopesaredope · 6 months
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I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.
Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.
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demilypyro · 20 days
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born to play videogames and make people laugh, forced to do taxes
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genderkoolaid · 1 year
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everytime someone talks about how tomboys are seen as cool and respectable they owe every butch woman, transmasc and anyone else who grew up as a masc girl 100$
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maya-delights · 1 month
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Some late night thoughts I've had...
Having a breeding kink means nothing if:
If you don't find her beautiful at every stage of her pregnancy, and adore her growing body
If you're not attracted to her post partum body, her bloated belly and swollen breasts. If you don't find normal all the stretch marks, scars and daily pains
And with that comes the responsibility of caring for your child and doing housework while your wife recovers!! Show your love to her and be thankful for everything she's done <3
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radioactive-earthshine · 11 months
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NGL I have STRONG opinions about digital releases omitting the letters to the editor section of older comics. I feel like the letters are a part of comic history and should be aggressively preserved.
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radlymona · 7 months
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Does anyone else hate that meme about only boys thinking about the Roman Empire and girls (and some gay men) gleefully being like “I only think about [insert current pop culture trend]”.
And it’s like continuing the meme that boys are intelligent beings, interested in history while girls are just…not
This coupled with the girl math thing, and also the “boys when they time travel vs. girls” and overall bimbofication trend. We’e going back in time where pretending to be stupid and vapid was the norm and it just alienates women who are proud of their intelligence even more from other women
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cockworkangels · 1 year
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sometimes supernatural homophobia is so absurd it becomes funny like they literally called dean gay for basically having a wife and a kid???? like is it gay to live in the suburbs with your girlfriend and her son????
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Detention
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Professor Wanda X Reader- 18+
Warnings/tags: 18+, Au, Student/Professor, Oral Sex, Fingering Risky sex, Resolved Sexual Tension, Age difference, Exhibitionism, Praise kink, Dom/sub undertones, Desk sex
Word Count- 1.8k
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"Nat," you complain as she teases you once again. "It was one time!"
"Still did it though," she taunts back making you groan into your hands as you walk into the Uni lecture. "Are you not even going to give me any details?" Her face is hopeful while she sits down, opening her laptop so she can take notes as you place your head on the table.
"No." You reply earning a chuckle from the woman beside you.
"Oh, come on, it's not every day your best friend hooks up with some milf over the weekend, especially you. "
"What's that supposed to mean?" you grumble, finally lifting your head to find your own laptop from your bag, bringing it out ready for class.
"Nothing," she teases earning a glare from you, "Now focus, the teacher has just walked in." Your head turns to find the new professor and your eyes widen when you see who it was. Her green eyes catch yours for a second, widening just like yours as you both realise what this means.
You slept with your new professor. She slept with a student.
Natasha doesn't notice how you tense in your seat, too busy focusing on meeting the new teacher.
"Hello everybody," her voice is professional as she addresses everyone in the room, her eyes occasionally catching yours, "I am Wanda Maximoff and I'll be your new professor for the year." Everyone seems intrigued by her and listen immediately as she starts the lecture. You however get lost in thought, remembering the weekend.
"So what's your name?" you say, twirling your finger around the rim of your glass as you speak to the mysterious woman. To say the two of you had a connection would be an understatement, from the get-go you both hit it off and were now currently in a booth at the back of the club talking.
"Wanda Maximoff," she says, her voice sultry as her eyes hungrily take you in. "What's yours?" she moves closer to you, her body practically pressing into your side as her mouth ghosts the shell of your ear, "I want to know what name I'm going to scream."
Throughout the rest of the lecture all you could think about was the weekend you had shared with the older woman. The way your mouths moved together, the sounds that spilled out of her mouth as she moaned your name over and over again, the sight of her straddling your lap with a smirk while she looked down at you. You were lost in a trance of remembering the night that seemed to go on forever.
"Hey, are you ready to go?" Nat called over to you as she saved her notes and turned to look at you. "Y/n?"
"Huh?" you blinked in confusion as you saw everyone else start to leave the room. Shit. You looked at your empty screen and gave your best friend a sheepish look, who looked at you with a smug smile.
"I wonder what you were thinking about," she teased, unaware of the fact the woman you were thinking about was stood at the front of the room.
"Can I please have your notes?" ignoring her other comment you looked at her with pleading eyes to which she rolled her eyes at but still agreed. The two of you set to walk out when a voice caught both of your attention.
"Miss L/n?" Spoke Wan- Professor Maximoff "Can you stay behind for a moment? I need to have a word with you," her voice stern and disapproving as if you were a younger student in trouble. Natasha looked at you with curiosity and you just shrugged your shoulders in response, telling her you would catch up with her later.
"You know this isn't high school Wanda," you tease trying to lighten the tension as you are left alone in the room together, "You can't keep me for detention."
"Perhaps," her voice dropping an octave as she locks her classroom door and then saunters over to you, hips swaying making you cast your eyes there "But I want to know why you just stared blankly at me during the lecture, what was distracting you from my class?"
"I wasn't distracted," you dismissed, walking backwards as she continued towards you, your back hitting her desk leaving you trapped.
A chuckle escapes her, and she moves to brush a stray hair out of your face, "Darling, I have children of my own and teach for a living. I know when people are distracted or not listening." Her face moves closer, teasingly, as she whispers against your lips, "So what were you thinking about?"
"My weekend," you rasp out, hands reaching out to rest on her hips. "I met an incredible woman," you move to murmur in her ear, "Who I can't stop thinking about."
"What was so special about her?" she whispers back, her breath tickling the side of your face as you place a kiss against her neck.
"The way she looks," you punctuate your sentence with kisses along different areas of skin, "Sounds, tastes. " You pull back to admire her flustered state, eyes dilated as they gaze at your lips.
"What would you do if you met her again?" she mutters back, her hands toying with the baby hairs on the back of your neck.
"Whatever she wanted me to do," you husk out and that's all Wanda needs before crashing her lips against yours. She moans into your mouth as her hands clutch desperately at your shirt, her body pressing you hard against the wooden desk. Your tongue glides across her bottom lip earning a groan in response and entrance to her mouth.
Hands trail south as you grip her thighs and lift her up, turning your body with her in your arms so you could place her on the desk. There wasn't anytime for you to strip her down, worship her body inch by inch like you did on the weekend, so you ran your hands up and down the exposed skin of her thighs under her skirt and moved upwards towards her core.
Wanda pulled away from the kiss for air while you return to your spot at her neck. Her hands ran down your back, slipping under the fabric of your shirt to feel the warm skin and so she could scratch her nails down. She stifled a moan with one hand at the feeling of you pushing her soaked panties to the side and running your fingers through her folds.
"So wet for me," you muttered at her neck before placing a hot open-mouthed kiss at the juncture of her neck. "Do you want me to ruin you again?"
"Please-"
A knock at the door cuts her begging short and the two of you freeze on her desk. Wide green eyes frantically look around the room, thinking of somewhere for you to hide as no students should still be in class. With nowhere else in mind, she pushes you back so she can hop off the desk and whispers, "Get under my desk now." You follow her demand and hide your body under the wood, attempting to steady your breathing. You hear the sound of her footsteps quickly travel towards the door before the small creak of the door opening and a male voice.
"Hey Wanda," says who you think is Professor Stark. "How's your first day going?"
"Fine, all of the students are amazing here and I can't wait for the rest of the year," her voice is back to professional like in the lecture, and you grin at how easily she can switch tone.
"That's good to hear," your eyes widen when you hear the footsteps walk into the room, panic coursing through you. "Do you mind if we just have a little chat? It will only take a few minutes." You can't see the hesitation on Wanda's face, unsure whether it's a good idea to say no to her boss on the first day or to let him talk while you sit under her desk. Professor Stark however answers the question and takes a seat on a student desk in front of hers.
Wanda takes a seat at her desk, shooting a scared and apologetic to you before turning her attention to the man. You watch from below as she pretends to act interested in the conversation and decide to test how good at remaining professional she is. Your hands creep up her legs, starting off with featherlight touches from her calves and dragging your fingers up towards her exposed centre. Her breath hitches causing the man opposite her to question her unusual behaviour.
"Are you alright?" his voice confused and concerned.
"Yes," her voice wavering as your mouth alternates between kissing and nipping at her inner thighs. "I-," she clears her throat to disguise a small groan as you licked up her core. "I thought I saw a spider."
"Oh, it's not near me, is it? I hate them but a student of mine, Peter, loves them." She shakes her head at him and moves one of her hands to grip the back of your shirt, contemplating between pushing you away or keeping you there. You continue to eat her out, your tongue swiping through her folds before taking her clit into her mouth and sucking gently. You smile against her at hearing her affected state, how her breathing tries to remain under control as you push her closer and closer to coming. You slowly thrust a finger into her, feeling how her walls clench around you, and start a slow and teasing pace of pumping it in and out of her.
"Well, I will leave you to your work," finally says Professor Stark and you slow down your movements as you feel how close she is.
"Thank you," she manages out while she watches him shut her door. She lets out a sigh as you add another finger into her and increase the pace. "I'm so close," she whispers, and you feel how her hips try and move against your face, her thighs squeezing closer together around your head.
"Be a good girl and come for me," you mutter, and the praise is all it takes for her to finally come. A low moan is ripped from her throat, one of her hand clamping over her mouth to muffle it as her body spasms and trembles from aftershocks. You let her ride out her high before placing a few more kisses on her thighs and moving back to look at her. She looks down at you with flushed cheeks causing you to smirk and get out from under the desk so you can kiss her. You tower over her as she sits in her chair, head tilted upwards to meet your lips as she taste herself on your tongue.
"That was so fucking hot," you hear her mumble between kisses and smile into the kiss before pulling away. "Do you want to stay behind tomorrow for another detention" she teases, and you reply by returning to your knees in front of her, eyes innocently looking at her as you hitch up her skirt once again.
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jakeperalta · 5 months
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thinking about how men only have to do the barest of minimums to get soo much credit for respecting women. literally a man can be like "I think sometimes women can be smart" and he'll get a hundred women being like wow feminist king 😍😩🙌
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vitamin-music · 2 months
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✮⋆˙ trying to squeeze my t!ts into the nice dress i bought to get r@ped ˙⋆✮
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queerhoneybunny · 5 months
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Current need is a butch moaning about how good I feel wrapped around their pretty cock
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katy-perry-mnwo · 7 days
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Submitting to Muslim men would make me fulfill my life's dream
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h3artshapedkisses · 2 months
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tbh you can kinda tell that a staggering majority of TIFs nowadays are straight women and girls because of the simple fact that they just don’t know that you can be a gnc woman and be straight.
Hell most of them don’t even know that you can BE a gnc woman. They seriously believe that their hobbies, interests, and fashion preferences that usually align with stereotypes of men make them men instead of gnc women.
This, in my opinion, isn’t just due to them being ignorant about butch women (though many are, sadly) I think what it is is that when they dress like how they want, they get labeled lesbian/butch lesbian specifically and since they aren’t attracted to biological woman, they get confused and think “this must mean I am a gay man!” instead.
As much as I will never understand heterosexuals, I feel rlly bad that heteronormativity has made these women feel like they can’t have cropped hair, wear no makeup, and wear a suit while being loved by a man.
This also might be a reason why the so-called ‘straight’ tranzmen typically date TIMs. They are just straight gnc woman and it hurts them to be reminded that most straight men aren’t fond or loving towards women but to femininity. That’s why they say things like “I want to be feminine but in a gay guy way” or “I started feeling comfortable wearing feminine things again after I started looking more male” :( I honestly feel bad for how bad they feel for themselves. mutilated and humiliated for the sake of a man loving you in your natural form.
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