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mighty-poop · 7 months

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Define a woman!

I’m gonna rant this here cus this argument keeps returning on the clock app and one day, I’m gonna be stupid and leave a comment in the wrong thread or smthn so I’m just gonna get it out of my system:

“How do you define a ‘woman’?”

Answer for idiots: you can’t.

You cannot possibly make a definition for the term ‘woman’ without excluding someone from the group when they clearly ARE part of the group (even if you’re a piece of shit transphobe and don’t want to include trans women). A woman is someone who has the potential to give birth? You just excluded every child before puberty, every infertile woman and every woman on menopause, next. A woman is someone who has a uterus? You just excluded a bunch of intersex women and all women who had a hysterectomy, next. A woman has a period? Excluded the millions of women who never get their period for various reasons AND all the women who take continuous birth control AND women who are pregnant AND again, little girls and women on menopause. A woman has to have XY chromosomes? Are you gonna check that for every feminine-looking person you’re gonna meet? How? Do you not think women with down syndrome are women?

Decades of feminism working so hard to make sure women are more than their genitals and potential to give birth, all flushed down the drain because you refuse to believe trans women are more than men in wigs? You’re weak as shit.

So answer for people who actually want to use their brain:

Woman is defined through experiences. Which experiences? Entirely up to whoever defines themselves as a woman.

The ‘female experience’ is so broad. You cannot possibly define it in one sentence and stick it on everyone who calls the word ‘woman’ their own.

You feel feminine and empowered by doing your nails? Congrats, that’s the female experience and makes you, therefore, a woman.

You feel feminine and empowered by wearing plaid and splitting wood in two with a giant axe? Congrats! Female Experience. Woman.

You feel feminine in a dress? Woman. You feel feminine in a tux and suit? Woman.

You feel empowered as a mother and love being pregnant? Woman! You despise the idea of being pregnant but find empowerment in your career? Woman! You feel like your period makes you more in tune with your femininity? Woman. You feel like your period makes you less than human and getting a hysterectomy makes you feel more comfortable in your body? Woman.

you love long hair? Woman. You love short hair? Woman.

You love loving men? Woman. You love loving women? Woman. You love both? Woman. You love everyone? Woman. You don’t feel like love is your thing? Woman!

Sitting at home with a good movie and a bottle of wine? That’s a woman. Getting bloody in a game of soccer? That’s very woman! Taking a walk with your dog? How very woman! Going to the gym? Such woman! Eating out with friends? Friend woman. Shooting a gun in the yard from the patio you built yourself? All woman!

Whatever the fuck makes you feel in sync with your femininity is your female experience, and if you have female experience and you like it, you are a W O M A N ✨

Same goes for men and the male experience btw! Since the question “what defines a man” is never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER asked for SOME 👀 reason. (We all know the reason….) Also same goes for my fellow enbies and the non-binary experience. If painting your nails bring you closer to your enbie side, you’re non-binary.

Gender is such a deeply personal experience, it’s just dumb to define it for someone else, let alone the entire human species. It’s like asking to define a chair, like, you KNOW what it is but you can’t possibly define it without excluding some chairs (“has at least 4 legs”, that’s a horse also swivel chairs exist).

Sidenote: If some idiot tiktokker shoves a microphone and a camera in your face and goes “WHAT IS A WOMAN” or “HOW MANY GENDERS ARE THERE” just go along with whatever dumbass scenarios they come up with. “How many genders are there?” “My dude, as many as you want!” “Oh so like 40??” “Yep!” “Can I identify as a helicopter lol?” “Sure, who cares, do it!” “Should I demand everyone at my job calls me a helicopter” “You can go to your local townhouse, request to change your name to ‘helicopter’ and they’ll most likely let you. You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want as long as it’s not hurting others.” “You don’t think it would be dumb of me to do that?” “Why would I care, I don’t know you?”

#Imma get off the clock app for a while again #My fyp is on the wrong side of the argument again #Saw a lot of comments basically boiling down to “you’re delusional and you need to grow up”#Y’all the ones breaking down an entire socio-biological science to just “can u make baby or nah”#And it’s always under videos of enbies with really Out There fashion senses who have Such Trouble talking on the spot #Or who clearly have trouble explaining themselves #And the transphobe eat that shit up like sugar #Cus that’s all we are right #Blue-haired snowflakes who are so confused about our gender experiences that we fumble whenever asked #Like i love y’all fellow enbies with daring fashion but pls be more mean and confident about your identity #“What does that mean being a they/them”#I’m not a woman and I’m also not a man it’s that simple #“Is it that simple?” Yes what are you not understanding do you need me to tell you like a 5 yo?#I’m a brownhaired twink-looking gremlin who dresses like a skater boi who likes musicals and hates make-up and loves books #TRY to define me #Put me in one of your silly little boxes and see what happens #I’m gonna rip the box to shreds until there’s nothing left unless you leave me the fuck alone and let me pee in whichever bathroom i need #I have more pressing matters than worry about you thinking I’m confused but not empathetic enough to wonder why #There’s too much other really bad shit happening in the world for you to wonder if the blue haired young adult deserves to be taken serious

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xiezuo · 6 years

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Good Girl

Prompt : Based on a conversation I had with my friend on the topic of “what if sweet caring boy Rowoon were secretly a dom” and since he is my ultimate bias and I’m the biggest sub there is things spiralled out of control.

Fandom & Member : Kim Seokwoo | Rowoon — SF9

Warning(s) : Poorly written Smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so please excuse my rookie mistakes

Word count : 3,309

Rowoon was usually a sweet, caring man who only wanted the best for everyone around him. He rarely got angry, if not ever, and you were happy about it because it meant that whatever argument you two had together as a couple was easily settled and none of you made a fuss about it. But there was one thing that made your boyfriend get out of his hinges, it was when one of his members became a little bit too friendly with you. He absolutely hated that, but he usually tried to play it cool — he didn’t like being jealous, and he didn’t want you to feel like he didn’t trust you.

Because he did trust you. He knew you would never even think of cheating on him for a second. He also knew his members wouldn’t attempt anything with you either. But he couldn’t help feeling jealous as he sat down in the corner of the crowded nightclub you guys decided to spend the night at, rummaging in his own mind and unwillingly throwing daggers at his friend as you and Juho seemed to be having a lot of fun on the dance floor. But really, it was his fault for declining your offer to dance; Rowoon had never really liked dancing in crowded places as he was scared he’d accidentally hit people with his long arms. He just felt out of place. His heart sank in his chest when Juho offered to dance with you instead, however, and he’s been sulking ever since.

Rowoon was brought back to earth by a hard slap in his back, making him choke on air and glare at whoever almost just punched the life out of him. Youngbin seemed amused by the situation, if his teasing smirk was anything to go by, and Rowoon blushed a deep shade of red because he just knew. Youngbin noticed his behaviour and he was about to tease him about it. For a split second, Rowoon contemplated fleeing to the toilets to avoid his friend, but Youngbin started to speak before he even had the chance to move.

“I would have never guessed that you were the jealous type,” he mocked, elbowing his younger friend in the ribs.

“I’m not— I’m not jealous, what are you talking about ?” Rowoon tried to defend himself, poorly so.

Youngbin laughed. “Come on. If looks could kill, Juho would’ve been lying dead on the floor the moment he spoke to Y/N.”

Rowoon diverted his gaze back to you, still dancing with Juho and looking like you were having a great time. You guys weren’t touching, but you were too close, and he felt his blood boiling in his veins despite his efforts to try and calm himself down. He was jealous. For no reason ? Yes. Should he let it get to his head ? No. Did he care at this point ? Not really.

Rowoon chose to ignore Youngbin’s warnings about interrupting you and Juho, even after the older man tried to hold him back by the arm (Rowoon may have shaken it off a bit too harshly, he would have to remind himself to apologize to his friend later) to prevent him from doing something stupid. He had enough. You were his girlfriend. Emphasis on his.

He tried to play it cool at first. He maneuvered his way through the dancing crowd, being careful not to hit anybody, and made his way towards you. Despite him being by far the tallest in the entire nightclub, you only noticed him once you felt a possessive arm snake around your waist, making you turn around in surprise because you thought for a second that some stranger was trying to make a move on you. You smiled in relief when you saw your boyfriend’s familiar face, however your joy lasted a few seconds once you took note of the frown on his face.

“What’s wrong ?” you asked, your body subconsciously leaning into his embrace.

Rowoon absolutely despised lying to you, but he couldn’t bring himself to basically admit to you that he was acting delusional right in this moment. He was a terrible liar too, but he hoped that you wouldn’t notice his face turning as red as a tomato. The dim lighting was definitely working in his favour.

“I want to go home,” he simply said, trying not to scream too loud as if anyone more than a foot away from him could hear him over the loud electro music blasting through the speakers.

“What ?” you blinked. “Already ? It’s barely passed midnight…”

“I don’t feel well.”

His response made you frown. He wasn’t acting like his usual self, and his grip on your waist only tightened as if you could slip away at any moment. It wasn’t in his nature to act this possessive in public—

Of course. You should’ve guessed it. You weren’t oblivious to his antics. You practically knew him by heart at this point, but you chose not to comment on your newfound discovery; that your boyfriend could in fact be jealous. Instead, you decided to play dumb. You wanted to push his buttons to see how far you could take it before he snapped, almost like a child testing his parents’ limits. In your slightly intoxicated state, it seemed like a good idea that would lead to no consequences. Rowoon was too sweet for that. Or so you thought.

“But I’m having fun~” you whined, looking up at him — why was he so damn tall, seriously — with a pout. It only seemed to anger him more. You were having fun with a man who wasn’t him.

Speaking of which, when you turned around in hopes of riling your boyfriend up even more with Juho, your friend had vanished in the crowd like a ghost, leaving you confused and disappointed that you couldn’t even start your little game.

“Well, looks like Juho left,” Rowoon spat under his breath. “Guess you don’t have a reason to stay anymore.”

“What ? I can’t hear you,” you gestured towards the speakers.

“I said I really want to go home and I’m not leaving without you,” Rowoon lied. You shrugged. There was no point in staying if Rowoon wasn’t going to enjoy himself.

“Should we tell the others we’re leaving ?”

“No !” he replied a bit too quickly. “No, it’s fine, I told them I’d be spending the night at your place anyway. They won’t be waiting for me.”

“Oh, ok… I wanted to thank Juho for the dance, but I guess I can just text him later.”

Your comment really got on his nerves, but he tried to play it cool as he guided you towards the exit, but his clenched jaw betrayed his otherwise calm demeanour.

You lived maybe fifteen minutes away from the nightclub, but the walk back to your apartment felt like an eternity, burdened by a heavy silence you didn’t dare disturb. To anyone who didn’t know him, Rowoon would appear calm and collected, but you knew better. He was pissed. You had never seen him that way before and you started to wonder if you took things too far. You played back the events of the night in your head, but nothing stood out to you. You weren’t being inappropriate with Juho, were you ? At least you thought so. You guys never even touched, so why was Rowoon acting the way he was ?

You shook your head. Maybe you were seeing things. Rowoon was always the quiet type anyway, and if he was actually mad, he wouldn’t be holding on to you like he did; so close to him, so tight against his side it felt like your bodies could merge together. You were confused, to say the least, but chose that it was a better option to just brush it off and let him bring up the subject if he felt like it.

The silence stayed triumphant even as you entered your place, and it was only interrupted by your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your black skinny jeans. It was Juho, apologizing for leaving so suddenly because of a “bathroom emergency” and wondering where you went. You were about to reply that you went back home with Rowoon when the latter groaned behind you upon seeing Juho’s name on your screen.

He wrapped his arms around you, caging you against him and took a hold of your phone, turning it off and throwing it on the couch a few feet away from you. “You gave him enough attention tonight,” he mumbled against your neck before you could even question him about what he had just done.

You leaned into his embrace, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access to the exposed skin of your neck and humming in contentment when he started sucking on your sweet spot just under your ear. “Are you jealous ?” you smirked, and he suddenly stopped all movement to think about what to reply.

“No.”

“You’re a horrible liar.”

“And you need to be reminded that you’re mine,” he nearly growled, pushing your body forward with his in the direction of your bedroom.

You could already feel the bulge in his pants against your ass as he pressed his body impossibly close to yours. You bit your lip. You were surprisingly enjoying this. Rowoon was usually very sweet and loving during your intimate moments. He never steered too far away from what he knew for fact you were into and never really took charge of things on his own. You wouldn’t mind if he took initiative like this more often.

Rowoon spun you around to face him only when you reached the bedroom and without even leaving you a second to figure out what was going on, his lips crashed on yours, both of his large hands cupping your face so that you couldn’t break away from the kiss. You rested yours on his chest, grabbing onto his shirt as he kept walking the two of you towards the bed. You thought for a second that he would push you back onto it, but instead he broke the kiss to sit down on the edge of the mattress, his hands now on your hips, preventing you from joining him and forcing you to stay up.

Your boyfriend let his hands wander down the curve of your ass, stopping to give your cheeks a light squeeze before he finally decided to talk. “Only I can have you like this,” he breathed, admiring your body as he unzipped your jeans a bit too slowly for your liking. You wanted to urge him to hurry up, but a little voice in your head told you it was better if you didn’t anger him even more than he already was. “Did you know how it made me feel to see you with Juho like that ?” He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your jeans, making you inch closer to him. “Do you ?”

You gulped. “No.” Your voice barely came out as a whisper. You had a hard time even looking at him in the eye — his eyes dark with lust and a sparkle of mischief that you had never seen before.

“Of course you don’t,” Rowoon reaffirmed through gritted teeth, yanking your pants down to your knees in one swift movement. You whimpered in surprise, not expecting that from him out of all people. His hands trailed up under your shirt teasingly and he took advantage of the fabric rising up to place a kiss on your hipbone. “Your shirt. Take it off.” It took you a moment to react to his command. “Off. Now,” he repeated, his tone sharp and full of urgency. This time you complied without saying a word. You really liked this new side of Rowoon.

“Rowoon—” you moaned, feeling your panties quickly getting soaked just from his teasing. “Please, I—”

“Hm, so now you want me, uh ? Do you think you deserve it ?”

“I— I swear I’ll be good,” you promised tentatively, wanting nothing more than feeling him where you needed him the most. You even went to unclasp your bra, but his strong arms wrapped around you and your back was suddenly hitting the mattress, with Rowoon now lying completely on top of you.

“You say that, but did I give you the permission to take it off ?”

“N- no…”

“You will only do as I say from now on, is that correct ?”

“Yes.”

He smirked. “Good girl.” Rowoon decided to completely ignore your still clothed breasts and left a trail of wet kisses down to the space between your navel and your panty line — another one of your sweet spots, which made it very difficult for you not to buck your hips into his face when he decided to suck a hickey there without warning you first. He let his left hand trail up and down your thigh, allowing himself to feel your heated under his fingers, inching closer and closer to the now obvious wet spot in your panties without ever touching it. You groaned in frustration. “What’s that, baby girl ?”

“Nothing,” you quickly replied, panting.

He hummed against the bruise he left on your lower belly before coming back down to kiss you properly for the first time this evening. Rowoon hooked his arms around your back and finally, finally got rid of your bra.

He tossed it aside somewhere in the room and immediately went to work, kneading one of your breasts with his hand and continuing to leave open-mouthed kisses everywhere. “Mine,” he groaned against your skin, sending shivers down your spine at his possessive tone. Rowoon went farther and farther down, your breath hitching and getting stuck in your throat as you tried to contain your frustrations. His hands followed suit, hooking around your panties as he slowly — painfully so — slid them down your legs. “No one else but me is allowed to look at you this way, do you understand me ?”

You nodded fervently, wanting nothing more than for him to finally do something about the aching feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Please, Rowoon… stop teasing,” you pleaded.

The smirk that appeared on Rowoon’s face meant nothing good. You threw your head back in frustration, knowing he had even more things in mind that didn’t involve his dick inside you — he was still fully dressed up, for fuck’s sake — and both looking and not looking forward to it. When you didn’t feel anything coming, you looked up to see your boyfriend kneeling at the foot of your bed, his jacket gone. He fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt and raised an eyebrow when he realized that you were staring at him.

“Hands above your head,” he simply said and you complied, grabbing your pillow over your head. He smiled, loving to see you being so compliant. He was enjoying this power-play thing; he would definitely take initiative more in the future. “Good girl.”

Before you could realize what was going on, his head was between your legs, his mouth wrapped around your swollen clit, and it took all of your willpower not to reach down and tug at his hair. Your mouth fell open, raspy moans escaping your lips despite your efforts not to make a sound, but Rowoon didn’t seem to mind you being vocal. Actually, he loved it; he trailed his tongue along your slit, holding your trembling thighs down as you gradually went from relatively composed to a moaning mess. The sounds you made didn’t leave him indifferent, as it became more and more difficult for him to ignore his own arousal straining against the fabric of his tight jeans, but he was adamant on making you beg for it.

As he busied himself sucking on your clit, he slipped two fingers inside of you, making you arch your back in surprise at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck, Rowoon—” Your vision started to get cloudy with arousal, every nerve in your body sending messages to your brain that you were about to snap when he crooked his fingers inside you and pressed on the right spot. Rowoon was surprisingly good at this, you almost couldn’t believe it. “Rowoon, I’m about to— fuck, I’m about to cum, just… please, I need— I need more !” you managed to make up despite your uncontrollable moans cutting you off every two words.

Rowoon stopped momentarily to look up at you. “More ? Define more. Use your words, baby.”

“I need you,” you panted. “I need your dick inside me, just please !” The tightening feeling at the pit of your stomach threatened to snap any second now.

Rowoon licked his lips, collecting your juices that stayed on his lips, and completely withdrew himself from your body to take his remaining clothes off, kicking them off to join the other items on the floor. His erection sprung free, angry red and swollen. Your mouth watered at the sight. If you weren’t in such a disheveled state, you would’ve definitely taken him in your mouth as payback. Rowoon laid back on top of you, lining himself up with your entrance and teasing you with the tip of his cock, making you whimper and groan.

He used one hand as leverage as the other grabbed and held your wrists tight above your head before finally complying to your pleas. He pushed himself all the way in slowly, the stretch of his thick cock feeling like a blessing. He reached down to connect your lips together and set up a slow but strong pace, making you moan into the kiss. His grip on your wrists tightened as he himself couldn’t contain his groans, your wetness welcoming him and taking him so well he almost forgot about everything that happened tonight for a brief moment.

You hooked your legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust at a sharper and deeper angle, and it didn’t take him very long to find that spot within you that made you see stars. You struggled against his grip for a brief moment, but an especially hard thrust of his hips made all of your muscles go limp as you cried out his name.

“That’s right,” he encouraged you. “Let the world know who you belong to.”

“Rowoon !”

“Fuck, you feel so good baby… it’s like you were made just for me.”

“I’m so close—”

“Go ahead baby, I got you.” Rowoon brushed back the hair sticking on your sweaty forehead and rested his against yours, his dark brown orbs full of love and adoration for you boring into yours. It took about five or six more thrusts for you to come undone under him, with him whispering praises in between kisses. He followed not too long after, riding his own orgasm out as he came deep inside you in short bursts. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you. He released your wrists from his grip and your arms immediately wrapped around his neck.

He stayed inside you until the both of you caught your breath, staring lovingly into your eyes. He rolled over on his back to lay beside you and you immediately cuddled up to him.

“I love you,” he breathed. “I’m sorry for being jealous. I realized I must’ve overreacted a little bit.”

“It’s okay.” You blushed at the thought that came through your mind, but you decided to tell him about it anyway. “You taking control like that is hot. I loved it.”

Rowoon chuckled lowly. “Guess we should do that more often then.”

“Hm hm,” you giggled. “Guess I should dance with Juho more oft—”

“Don’t even think about it.”

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