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grimm-writings · 3 days

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YIPPEE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN can i get a scenario where chilchuck slowly falls in love with a gender fluid reader? maybe he’s confused about their presentation at first, but then finds himself attracted to their masc and fem sides :0

two sides of the same coin

…ft! chilchuck x genderfluid! reader

…tags! fluff, end of manga spoilers, implied bisexual chilchuck, the mortifying ordeal of having to explain your identity to someone not in the know

…wc! 935

…notes! this request makes me so happy, because i’m also genderfluid!!! i’ll be using primarily my own experiences with my gender here, so i hope it’s to your liking! happy pride month!!! <3

“So, you’re… everything.”

“Yes! I guess you can say that. Although it’s more like it varies.” Your hands move in the air to communicate your point. “Sometimes I’m a girl, sometimes a boy. But I’m also sometimes both, or sometimes neither! Or maybe I’m partially a girl and partially neither, or I’m partially a boy and partially neither. And then, on the rare occasion, I am everything!”

You can only watch in real time as Chilchuck slowly loses brain cells. You’d fear that he may not be able to readily accept you, same as the rest of your party. The reaction was positive enough (though Marcille and Senshi particularly need time to adapt properly) but there’s still lingering confusion.

Chilchuck slowly nods, though you can tell he isn’t exactly grasping it yet. “So… What am I meant to call you?”

He’s trying to keep his language respectful. That’s more than you can say for others you came out to. You can tell Chilchuck is trying, even if this is unfamiliar ground for him. He might know enough about different romantic and sexual preferences, and maybe more simple means of gender transition. Your identity is… hard to explain to someone not in the know, though.

“Just ask,” you reply. “I might have some indicators in clothing that could help. Like…” You gesture towards your current outfit. “I’m presenting pretty masculine at the moment, yeah?”

“Yeah…” You don’t miss how Chilchuck eyes you up and down. “So I should keep an eye out for how you dress?”

“Precisely!” You snap your fingers into a point at Chilchuck’s face.

“Don’t do that.”

You drop your hand. “Sorry.”

Chilchuck leans back on his seat, folding his arms over his chest. If he was being honest, this only makes his heart confused. He was already more used to you presenting masculine throughout your dungeon crawl. You did express occasional disdain for your current dress, but can’t do much about it. That in of itself made him wonder if he liked guys. Now you’re saying you’re a girl sometimes? Or neither? Or everything? He can’t even imagine you in a dress without his mind screaming at him in embarrassment.

You take in Chilchuck’s expression. Brow furrowed, clearly trying to process your explanation. He’s definitely accepting of it, just confused. If there was a way you can explain it better to him…

An idea flashes through your mind with an “ah!”

Chilchuck perks up at your sudden yelp, blinking. “Something the matter? Wh– Hey, what are you doing?!”

You had practically scampered on all fours to where your travel bags were, digging around for something. A few seconds pass before… “GOT ONE!”

Returning to Chilchuck’s side, you hold up one of the gold coins in… someone’s possession. The half-foot cocks an eyebrow at it. “What’re you getting at here?”

“This coin is still the same coin when it’s flat in my hand like this,” you begin, before flipping it over. “Or when it lands on tails.”

Chilchuck watches as you place the coin on your thumb, and flip it up into the air only to let it land randomly, 50/50 chance each time.

“I can’t control whether it lands on heads or tails. Sometimes it does something really peculiar and stands on its side, or it’s on a slant in some way.”

You watch as the gears turn in Chilchuck’s mind. “So you can’t really control how your gender works, sometimes you just… feel a certain way?”

“Exactly! My dysphoria – that’s the term for feeling uncomfortable – can fluctuate, but it’s still the same coin. It’s still…”

“It’s still you,” Chilchuck finishes, turning his head to look up at you with understanding finally brightening in his eyes. You can’t help but fluster a little.

It’d be a while since then until you’d make it back to the surface. Everyone is as accommodating as ever to use the right pronouns when you tell them what for. It soon comes naturally to just let you live as you are. It’s welcoming and warm with everyone.

A nice spring breeze blows through your skirt as you make your way down to the entrance of the forest where the feast takes place. You can spot your party from a mile away, your boots hitting the dirt path as you run over.

“Leave some for me!” You exclaim in greeting, causing your friends to turn their heads. Marcille gasps in wonder as she takes in your appearance, meanwhile Izutsumi makes a small noise in surprise.

Chilchuck is stunned into silence, and you can just tell the tips of his ears are going red before he keels over and spits out his drink onto the grass. “W-What are you wearing?!”

“A dress, Chilchuck,” you quip back, sitting in between him and Marcille. “Laios still being harassed by Yaad and the rest?”

“Hang on, we’re not moving on from this so fast! Let me look at you!” Marcille adjusts herself so she can inspect your look. “I didn’t think you’d suit a dress so well! Where’d you get that petticoat?”

You are about to answer when Izutsumi interrupts; “you look so… different,” she relays.

A sheepish chuckle escapes you, as you turn to Chilchuck, who has since been staring at you. He blinks once you perceive him and glances away. “You’re still you. It… You look very… you. It's nice.”

You can’t help but laugh at his flustered attitude, leaning down to kiss the top of his head as he gives out to you.

You are accepted, and you are loved. What place could possibly be better than here?

#✮ grimm's fics!#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi imagines #delicious in dungeon imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #chilchuck x reader #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck imagines #chilchuck tims imagines

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cosmo-the-overseer · 4 months

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Gender/sexuality struggles below I’m pondering the Frivolities again and it’s not going well I’m inscrutable even to myself

it’s long be warned

What is gender. What does it feel like to yall

same goes with attraction

Cause like. I’m not sure if I’m feeling it

I know that I like women more than men but like. It’s in a way that I’ll see a guy everyone is calling hot or attractive or handsome and it’s like. Wow that sure is a guy. He looks. Neat. I guess? Idk and then I’ll see a woman who everyone is calling beautiful or hot or attractive and I’ll say something like wow she looks very pretty :) and I’ll see someone androgynous or something and I’ll be like wow they look so cool and. Idon’t know what I am anymore? And also I’ve never had a crush??? So no help from myself there and with gender it’s. ????? Not there????? i want to look androgynous or slightly more masculine and fuck up what people think of me as, but yet I try to ask myself what gender I am I come up with nothing. I’m used to being female, but it feels flimsy or nonexistent. and so does being male. And yet I feel too gender to be non binary and yet I also am not gendering???? And yet I still typically go by she/her??? But also not????? Smh my head I’m getting confused over the trivial again 😔

in conclusion I think I’ve just written a better paragraph than what I’ve ever written in English class with the whole 2 points of evidence and stuff and yet it’s still disappointingly mid smh my head😔 anyways this has been my tri-yearly identity crisis- gender edition! Am I aroace? Am I gay? Am I agender? Am I cis? Who the fuck knows! Certainly not me!

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junicult · 30 days

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contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.

note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!

“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.

your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.

“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.

“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”

you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.

you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.

he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”

you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.

he shrugs and nods.

“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.

“of course with you.”

“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”

“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”

you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”

“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.

you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“

“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”

“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”

he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.

“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.

“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”

“i’m glad.” he smiles.

he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.

it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.

you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”

“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.

“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”

he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.

“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”

you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”

“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”

you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”

of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.

you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.

it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.

“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“

“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.

“yeah?”

“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.

you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.

“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”

he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.

you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.

“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.

“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.

“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”

he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”

his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.

just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.

it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.

he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.

letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.

“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.

“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.

“not possible.”

#✎ drabbles !#i’ve had this in my drafts for quite a while #i hope it’s worth the…….seven month wait dear god i’m so sorry😓😓#if not him who else would i post🤷‍♀️#finished with finals. thank god #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv x reader #harvey sdv #harvey x reader #sdv drabble

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aventvrines · 1 month

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repost from old acc! reblogs are appreciated<3

anytime, anywhere ; megumi fushiguro x reader

wc ; 574 | content ; femcoded(?) gender neautral reader, swearing, kissing, ooc, multiple scenarios set in one universe, suggestive positioning, can be read as a standalone or a part two to this

summary ; growing up with sae itoshi isn't quite what you'd expect

when yuuji finds out that you and megumi are together, he almost screams. he's raving like a madman–saying everything from i’m happy for you! to what the fuck do you mean you're dating now, so i spent like three hours worrying for nothing?

by the time he finishes, megumi has an awkward smile on his face, and you're laughing bashfully. but yuuji has to admit that side by side on the couch, the two of you do look cute together. he leaves soon after, saying something about giving the newlyweds space. maybe he also feels guilty about the fact that he accidentally told you about megumi's terribly intense crush on you.

and when you're finally alone, megumi lifts your linked hands and shyly kisses yours.

you yawn, pushing yourself upright on your desk. there's still a considerable amount of time until class ends, but you're pretty sure you're gonna pass out before it does. glancing behind your shoulder, you look for your boyfriend, megumi, only to find him staring back at you. he looks tired too, but when your eyes meet his face breaks out into a lazy grin–one that leaves you weak in the knees.

as soon as your teacher leaves the classroom, students pour out of the large classroom. you wait, and so does megumi, until the room's almost empty. it's then that he approaches you, picking up your bag with one hand as you get up. intertwining your fingers together, he kisses the side of your head gently.

“so, what's for lunch?” he asks.

before you can answer, though, he's shutting you up already. “coffee isn't lunch, baby.”

you pout, leaning into his touch. “whatever.”

you flop down on the bed beside megumi, glaring at nothing in particular. you've been ignoring him for over an hour now, but he's just not getting the hint. you cough loudly. he still stares at his phone, typing something on it. you cough again, in a way that's clearly fake. this time, he bites.

“what's wrong?”

you frown back at him, silent. megumi raises an eyebrow curiously, turning to you. within a second, he's maneuvered you into a position where he's hovering over you, and you're on your back beneath him.

“oh-” you gasp, surprised, but he cuts you off.

“everythin’ okay?” despite your position being inherently sexual, both his voice and his touch are soft. you stare at the tv playing behind you, resolute in your mission to ignore him. he tilts your head up so that you're forced to look him in the eyes.

“hmm?”

“what date is it?” you demand.

“what?” he's confused.

“what date is it?” you repeat.

“the fourth of february?”

“and?”

“and the 14th?”

“oh!” he falls back onto the bed beside you with a wide grin on his face. “should've just told me, pretty.”

you pout. “i tried.”

“naaah,” he draws out the singular word, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. “telling me and ignorin’ me are two different things.” [im so sorry if ur bald]

you want to move away from his touch, but there's just something that keeps you from doing so.

“so,” he smiles lazily, “you gonna be my valentine or what, baby?”

the way he says it is just so damn attractive, and you can't help but blush as you nod. and when he pulls you into his arms, you hear the the words he whispers into your hair. “was gonna ask you soon anyways, sweetheart.”

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stinkysam · 9 months

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Roronoa Zoro - I don't need saving.

Warning : none (opla spoilers ?)

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "I’m partial to head cannons these days! Maybe some smutty fluffy ones, if you could?! Or even a zoro x reader fic where he THINKS he’ll save them but they ends up saving him, then the sexual tension and relationship builds from there??" - @ericaand

Reader : gender neutral (You/yours)

Zoro ? Who told Buggy and his crew to drop their weapons or he'd kill them while he himself had no weapons ?

Zoro, the 19 years old man who confidently asked Mihawk, the best swordsman of the world, for a duel to the death ?

100% believe he doesn't need saving and will be the one to save people.

He realized he wasn't as strong as he thought twice. The first time was when Mihawk defeated him with a small knife. The second was when you saved him in extremis from an enemy.

Oh, he didn't take it very well. His training was already quite intense since his defeat against Mihawk but now it was on another level.

He wasn't mad at you. Well, okay, that's not true, he was a bit mad at you for saving him. But more at himself for being so weak.

It took some time for him to overcome it and also for you two to have the talk*.

*Talk about if you're allowed to save him again and why.

The answer is yes you're allowed, he has no choice, that's what loyal crew members do, they protect each other. Zoro had to begrudgingly accept it.

Despite this, he didn't hate you completely. He admired your strength and envied you. You who he thought would need saving.

You're full of surprises, apparently.

But now he knows you can and will stand your ground in a fight, he won't need to worry about helping you.

Now that he trusts you and your strength, that's where his feelings for you can blossom.

He's definitely a personality over physical appearance kind of guy. He doesn't care what you look like, that's your heart that matters.

He made the "first step" by accepting you didn't need saving, now it's your turn. You have to make it clear you have some interest in him, simply chatting won't get you closer.

You'll have to flirt with him. He will be more confused than flustered at first, not understanding what you're doing. But once he finally registers it, he'll definitely get sheepish and a bit flustered.

That's the best way to shut him up.

Quickly he'll try to come up with smart comebacks to shut you up but they never really work or they sound… suspiciously weird.

That's where the sexual tension kinda arrives. Both trying to shut up the other with the flirtiest remark.

It's not the same competitiveness as with Sanji. It's more about ego. With you it's simply his way of flirting back.

Though he's definitely the one that gets the most flustered, not used to this kind of attention. He knows he's a good looking man, but still, it feels a bit weird to get flirted with.

Zoro accidentally confesses parts of his feelings for you while trying to find a snarky comeback for you. You know, those weird comebacks that sound awfully suspicious.

You stare at him while you smile and he just looks at you, unsure on how to recover from the situation. He blushes even more as you tease him about it but he refuses to elaborate on what he said.

It takes days of pestering and teasing him for Zoro to explode and finally let out his feelings for you. Repeating what he said days before and admitting his feelings.

He's more pissed than anything.

Surprisingly you didn't react as bad as he thought you would. He thought you'd tease him again and boasts about it. But instead you just smiled and told him you felt the same.

He said "Okay." with his usual scowl on his face, unsure of what to do now. He never thought you two would get this far.

Even though you reciprocated his feelings he doesn't know what you want to do. Do you want to move back to before and keep flirting or do you want to become… lovers ?

#gn!reader #gender neutral reader #male reader #m!reader #one piece #one piece live action #opla #roronoa zoro #one piece imagine #opla imagine #roronoa zoro x male reader #roronoa zoro imagine #opla zoro #opla roronoa zoro

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okkotsui · 1 year

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haitani rindou ⇄ cheater, cheater.

synopsis : you discovered something about ran that made you love your boyfriend even more. the difference between them can compare to the sun and moon, heaven and hell.

tags / warnings : gender–neutral!reader, cheater!ran, angst, fluff, mention of sexual intercourse (not detailed).

it was just another not-so-calming day— for you that is. you were taking notice of another issue about your boyfriend’s brother and his girlfriend (maybe ex-girlfriend now?), and it was still the same matter that made your head ache from time to time.

of course, that is how your boyfriend’s brother is; a cheater.

you’ve been seeing him bringing different girls from time to time whilst his girlfriend saw each piece of evidence. believe it or not, she even caught them in their own home and somehow, the way they make up is having sex.

eventually heard that ran is ironically the possessive but cheater one on both of them.

you trust rindou enough that he won’t do it to your relationship which has been going on for almost five years and counting now. he assures and reassures you enough that you’re not even thinking about it twice when he treats you right.

another headache is also ran’s girlfriend. she already knows that she is being cheated on and all, but she just stayed and insisted, her reason? because ran is rich enough to fill her wants and needs with his money.

well, it was somehow understandable but they need some help— you won’t do it, it’s problematic when you made the two of them talk to one another. just another toxic relationship.

and when it comes to your relationship with rindou, it is perfectly healthy. he puts more effort than his brother who is the total opposite of each other and you are thankful for that.

currently, his girlfriend is right beside you, bawling her eyes out. she saw ran again with another girl that he escorted out of his car to go somewhere.

“i just wish we could have the same relationship as yours.” she drew her breath, calming herself down as well as fanning her face with her hand.

“aella, girl, how many times do i have to tell you— leave him. i’m willing to help you” you sighed, sitting more comfortably on your couch as she sighed.

“and even though you’re with a rich cheater, it will just ruin your mental health and your whole being just for someone buying you expensive gifts.” you added, though, she is willing to listen.

“but how can i live when i leave him?” that made you sigh, stressed out on her relationship. the irony of stressing over other people’s relationships than yours

“you can an—”

“aella, babe? what are you doing here?” and speaking of the devil himself.

ran furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the two of you. his eyes were confused and a bit betrayed when he saw you though it is not your fault for that.

“this is rindou’s apartment, you must be mistaken, come on.” he entered the apartment you shared with rindou, taking his ‘girlfriend’ back as aella looked at your eyes as if asking for help.

what you didn't notice was that rindou arrived when the two went out of the door. he was confused as well, concerned about you.

“darling? what was that?” your lover called out, messaging your forehead, pouting at him.

“i’m so tired of comforting her every time she sees your brother cheating with another woman!” you squeezed your eyes shot, feeling a migraine from the occurrences that happened today.

“i’m sorry,” he went in front of you, kissing your forehead, tucking some of your hair strands away from your face to behind your ears.

“i’ve been telling him to stop but he just won’t listen. don’t worry, he will get his taste of medicine or karma later on, okay? don’t stress about it anymore.” he sat beside you, grabbing your waist gently to place you against his chest.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’m really thankful that you’re different from him despite being siblings... i love you so much, rindou.” you lay in his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

you shouldn’t compare both of them, at all! it’s an erroneous act for your boyfriend’s brother but you still apologized.

“i’m—”

“no, it’s okay, i understand that you’re stressed, how about we go to bed, hm?” you nodded at his offer, but he just went straight up carrying with ease.

“i don’t know what i did to have you...” you whispered whilst he placed you down on the bed you two shared as he changed his clothes back.

“many things, baby,” he halted, laying down beside you as you wrapped your arms around him.

rindou always makes you feel at home, no doubt to protect you as well.

at the end of the day, the situation between ran and his girlfriend is still the same but that does not matter, you just fell in love with your boyfriend all over again because of many realizations.

it is one of his priorities after all, making you feel safe and royalty in your life. he is willing to hear you out in any way.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokrev x reader #tokrev fluff #haitani rindou x you #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x reader #rindou fanfic #rindou x you #tr rindou #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #[ rindou ] — ♡

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womenaremypriority · 7 months

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What is gender?

Instead of asking “what is a woman?” I propose we should ask more what gender is. The transgender movement is, fundamentally about placing gender above sex, in language and law- although claiming sex is a spectrum or a complete construction is becoming more common. ‘Woman’ and ‘man’ aren’t sex terms, they’re genders, sexual attraction is based on gender, not sex, and public planning should be based on gender. So, what is it?

The roots of the word gender came from Latin, and originally meant ‘category, group.’ It has etymological roots with the word genre, and this is partly why we have the term grammatical gender in many languages. Gender became a synonym for biological sex hundreds of years ago, and is used partly as a more family friendly alternative. As a separate entity, however, gender refers to the social roles of male and female.

Here are a few definitions and helpful information:

Let’s look at the specifics of the different interpretations of the word ‘gender’.

Gender roles: Self explanatory. What feminists are against. What transgender activists claim to be against, and what they claim is not the basis for transgender identity. This seems to be the most clear and understandable definition, to me, anyway.

Gender identity: An internal sense of gender. This has been claimed to exist, but how this could possibly present or feel has not been in anyway demonstrated. Studies have shown transgender people have the brains of the gender they identify as, but those studies are shoddy and flawed. Brain scans aren’t required to transition, these studies don’t account for nonbinary-identified people, and the brain sex argument has fallen out of favor- so, we’ll say that’s not what’s being discussed here. So, what is? What is this internal gender identity? Can we find it? How do we know everyone has it? And why should it be prioritized over birth sex? What’s being described is, frankly, unverifiable and flimsy. Not to mention quite useless. This doesn’t mean I think that people who claim to have this feeling are lying- they could have something that is interpreted as gender, but that doesn’t mean it’s experienced by the general population, and this feeling could be caused by any number of areas. If this feeling is, indeed, dysphoria at being referred to a certain way, and/or euphoria at being referred to a certain way, again, how can we know this is a symptom of some deep held identity, or a sign of something different? How can we verify this, and while I understand personally adapting language to accommodate someone in your life, why should this take priority over sex for the general population? Gender expression- How is this different than sex stereotypes, and gender roles? While I’m told that this doesn’t need to match general societal expectations, how does that actually work? If you’ve expressing your gender- whether that’s man, woman, or some form of nonbinary- even if you know anyone can dress how they want, even if you say ‘feminine’ or ‘masculine’ means something different to everyone, you are still making a connection between gender and how one looks- and according to the Miriam-Webster photo, acts. Not only is this, again, ridiculous to elevate this above sex in language and law, it’s unhealthy to hyper focus on how others see you, not to mention confusing and harmful message to constantly use the terms ‘gender identity’ and ‘gender expression’ together. I’ll be honest, even if transgender people claim the movement isn’t about stereotypes, I don’t believe that’s the case. At the very least, it’s not the message every one of them got. Conflating gender with sex, and the words ‘men’ and ‘women’ with personality, a feeling, clothes, vibes, interests, or an aesthetic, is a dangerous and ridiculous concept. Instead of what it’s claiming to do- breaking the gender binary- it’s putting men and women in a box, yourself. You are the one limiting what men and women can be. Even if everyone decided to identify as some form of nonbinary, this would not affect the reality of sexism and the perceived inferiority of 50% of the population- it would only paint a coat over it. It would make communication and activism impossible. By conflating experience of autism, or interest in space, or interest in a certain style of dress- with the terms man and woman, you are perpetuating stereotypes, not breaking them.

#My post #radical feminism #gender critical #radfem #radical feminist safe #radical feminists do interact #radblr #radical feminists do touch #radical feminist community #My bangers

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astravv · 5 months

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Could you do smut prompt #2 (the prompt #2 list) with Neuvillette? Gender Neutral reader likes to tease our cute hydro dragon. Thank you in advance!

smut promot 2 — neuvillette x gn! reader

a/n — oooo yes ^^ here you gooo

cw — sexual content , cursing , teasing , edging

pairing(s) — neuvillette x gn! reader

story — y/n was bored, so they decided to pay neuvillette a visit while he was in his office working. they decided that it was a good idea to tease the poor hydro dragon.

prompt — ❝i’m not wearing any underwear right now❞

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you joyfully make your way up to neuvillette’s door at the palais mermonia. you had missed neuvillette so badly, that you just decided to come pay him a visit.

as you head for neuvillette’s door, a melusine stops you.

“halt!” the melusine takes a look at you then shakes her head. “my apologies, you’re y/n, correct? neuvillette’s friend.”

“friend?” you exclaim, sorta confused on why you were labeled a friend when you two were in a relationship.

“apologies, once again, y/n.” the melusine shakes it hands trying to apologize for the misunderstanding. “neuvillette is just inside, you can go ahead and see him.”

“thank you.” you shoot the melusine a small smile and head into neuvillette’s office, shutting the door behind you.

his office is quiet. and very big. neuvillette looks up from his desk at you, giving you a smile.

“hello, y/n.” he greets. you make it over to his desk and walk around to wrap your arms around his neck.

“i decided to come pay you a visit.” you leave a few small peppered kisses on his head.

“that’s kind of you.” he cups your cheek softly. “i’ve missed you very much.”

you move around and have a seat on neuvillette’s lap, looking at all the papers he was looking at.

“so much boring work.” you grumble, turning towards neuvillette and peppering his face with more kisses. he smiles at you, giving you a big kiss on the lips.

“i know, it’s too much sometimes.” he replies, sighing a little. he signs something on a paper and continues grabbing another one, just to quickly read over it.

“you should leave work early and come home.” you whine, tugging on his neck and swinging around a little.

“i’m sorry, i can’t. i have way too much work to do, y/n.” he replies, giving you a small cheek kiss.

“then i guess i’m staying here for a bit.” you giggle, jumping up from his lap.

“prepare to be bored, y/n.” neuvillette responds, shooting you a warning glance with it. “please do not cause a ruckus either.”

“i will not!” you shake your head as you walk up to one of the ginormous bookshelves and pick out a random book. “i guess you will be the lucky book i will indulge in!”

you sit around for what feels like hours reading books you’re barely even interested in. falling asleep half of the time. once you get bored enough, you make your way back over to neuvillette for a chat.

“hi.” you greet as you flop yourself down back onto his lap.

“hello, y/n.” neuvillette replies. “bored, already?”

“no, just came to talk to you.” you grin, sticking your face into the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around him and playing with his long, white hair. “can you let me brush through your hair tonight?”

“if you are lucky, yes.” he says softly, stilling focusing more on the papers in front of him. the room seems so quiet, except for the stupid clock on the wall that makes you sit and listen to every single click of it. as you lean of your boyfriend’s shoulder, you look out the window at the court of fontaine, watching people walk around and enjoy their day. it’s beautiful out.

you then turn your attention back to neuvillette, still not phased by you sitting on his lap.

“neuvillette~” you sing joyfully into his ear.

“yes, my love?” he answers, looking over at you. you grin cheekily and lean into his ear.

“i’m not wearing any underwear.” you whisper. neuvillette leans back and looks up and down at you, blushing a little. it’s very noticeable when he blushes, since he is so pale.

“y/n…” he scolds. “that’s not appropriate.”

“who cares? it’s just you and me, neuvillette.” you grin from ear to ear as you whisper these things into his ear.

he shakes his head, but you can tell that is getting to him. your knee, which is pressed up against his groin can keep everything going on underneath.

he tries to keep his head to the side and not look at you, trying to not focus on the though of you with no underwear on, so vulnerable to him right now.

“so you aren’t going to take me right here, hydro dragon?” you coo.

“stop, y/n, i’m working.” he groans, pushing you back a little.

“but neuvillette..” you bite his neck and start to suck on the skin harshly, leaving a big red spot on it.

“y/n!” he exclaims, his face horribly red from what you were doing.

you slip yourself down to the floor and unbutton his pants, revealing his boxers underneath, you continue to pull them down to reveal what he had been previously trying to hide from you.

he stays quiet and just watches you continue the mess you have created.

“y/n.” he whispers softly. “why are you doing this?”

“because i like to see you all flustered.” as those words leave your mouth, you take his length all into your lips and shove it down your throat. neuvillette throws his hand down onto your head and grips your hair, tugging onto it as you slip his dick in and out of our mouth.

a few moans and whimpers leave his lips, taking down his “professional” facade. only you get to see him like this, and that makes you feel really good inside. you slip him in and out of your mouth quickly, saliva smeared all over his cock.

“shit, y/n.. i’m about to..” his groans, tightening his grip onto your hair. as he says those words you slip him out of your mouth quickly, stopping all the pleasure for his orgasm.

“don’t finish yet, hydro dragon.” you tease, putting the slightest bit of pleasure onto his cock and moving your hand up and down onto it. you then move your fingers up and squeeze his tip, in which precum pours out.

“y/n..” neuvillette sighs. “damn you.”

you let out a chuckle and start picking up your speed again, causing the hydro dragon to quickly melt into your grasp again. you edge him on further and further, making him beg for you.

“please, y/n. just let me finish.” he begs.

“neuvillette, begging, huh? for me?” you giggle loudly, then kiss his tip more, licking up some of the precum that was dripping out.

“please.” he begs more, his grasp getting even tighter in your hair.

“fine.” you coo, sliding his dick into your mouth again, going in and out. he lets out a long sigh of relief as he ejaculates into your mouth. it’s a lot too, almost enough to make anyone just choke on it alone. you swallow it all and lift yourself up.

“want to find out if i was telling the truth about the underwear?” you tease.

#neuvillete x reader #neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin oneshots

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rebornrosess · 4 days

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A WORLD OF NOISE: THE ZABAJABA JUNGLE

ZABA by Glass Animals is 10 YEARS OLD TODAY.

A poem/stream of consciousness I wrote about ZABA on a rainy September night in 2022, one month after seeing Glass Animals live. ZABA was the album by which I found Glass Animals in 2018, and its abstract yet visceral nature continues to fascinate me. The more I listened, the more I felt I could understand the imagery drawn across its 11 tracks.

Essentially, I believe ZABA can be understood as a Queer reading and apologue of Plato’s allegory of the cave. There are many lines that allude to a (Queer) awakening from perceived societal constraints such as in Walla Walla (“it’s a ruse, all these creatures are a lie” & “i clap my hand and they’re gone into the night”), likely referencing the shadows projected by the puppet showmen in Plato’s allegory. Thus, the anguish expressed in songs predating ZABA’s release such as in Golden Antlers and in Exxus are symptomatic of a speaker trapped in a cave, unable to escape a deeper feeling of unease because they are only seeing the reality projected to them by a cisheteronormative system. It is only when the speaker escapes this metaphorical cave in Flip, the opening track of ZABA, (“I’m gonna shake my fetters / I’m breaking loose”), that they finally enter the confusing, overwhelming, but beautiful and fluid “world of noise” mentioned in Pools (and sonically created in Intruxx). Over the course of ZABA, the speaker wrestles with their preconceived notions of reality (Walla Walla uses a ton of imagery from The Matrix), relationships, gender, and sexuality, while simultaneously feeling betrayed by their family and society (Hazey and Toes).

The B-Side of ZABA dips into existential dread, as the speaker mourns the time they lost to the incomplete reality they had accepted in the cave, and the effects it had on their mental health (Wyrd), climaxing in Cocoa Hooves, as the speaker (or someone else), confronts them(selves) and the changes they have undergone in the ZABAJABA jungle. The speaker must choose if they wish to stay in the confusing yet euphoric jungle, or self-destruct (“set [their] wings on fire”) and return to the cave after flying too close to the sun and after indulging too deeply in their primal instinct. However, just as the freed prisoner in Plato’s allegory, the speaker runs the risk of never being able to live in blissful ignorance again, as their eyes may never re-adjust to the incomplete, crafted reality of the cave.

The last track of the album, JDNT, presents a conclusion as ambiguous as the title Dave refuses to explain. It is possible the speaker is accepting their doomed fate as prophecized to them by the antagonist in Wyrd, or radically accepting their outcast status, enjoying the “life untamed.” And perhaps, in the end, they triumph over their internal turmoil by recognizing it only has power over them if they allow it to, as it cannot “breathe without [them].” And thus, they return to the Earth, unfettered and born anew.

#if you read all that thank you i would love to hear your thoughts #also some lines in the poem are straight up just lyrics but #i wonder if anyone can piece together which portions reference which specific song #i have literally been working on this since last year #i can’t believe the poem itself is finally seeing the light of day #hopefully someone enjoys these rambles because i have 50 more pages from where this is from LMAO #my masterdoc is crazy #anyways this is all just my interpretation mixed with projection but i am very proud regardless #i could ramble about this for hours #anyways i hope u guys enjoy :) i’m so happy i finally finished this #glass animals #zaba #collage #my art

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 1 month

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Hi, sorry to ask but have you written any fanfics where Jerry is autistic? I've read your autistic!morty fic and thought that was excellent. I'm trying to find Jerry-centric fanfics where he isn't mischaracterized/demonized. (Way too many people write Jerry as transphobic which -_-ll no he isn't)

Hi, no need to apologise! I haven't written any autistic Jerry fics and I'm not sure if I know of any (if anyone else does, please leave recs on this post!). I do 100% view him as autistic though. Thank you!

Yeah honestly Jerry being portrayed as transphobic is something that bothers me as a trans guy? I headcanon him as supportive but clueless/cringe at times (he a little confused but he got the spirit).

I do have a trans Morty WIP with a scene between Morty and Jerry, although Morty is still very early on in figuring out that he might be a guy, and Jerry kind of knows something is up but assumes Morty is a lesbian rather than a trans guy and so kind of fumbles but ultimately is trying to be supportive/nice. Morty does worry about Jerry not loving him anymore if he's trans, although this is Morty's POV rather than being objective/a thing that actually happens.

I'll leave the scene below the cut in case anyone's interested. Warnings for mention of periods (and them being referred to in a gendered way), fear of transphobia from parents, accidental misgendering (and misgendering/deadnaming of Morty in the text since this is only the very start of Morty's gender questioning).

“Morti? Rick said you’re sick. Are you OK?” Jerry opens the door. Morti quickly shoves her phone under her pillow. Thankfully, her dad is as oblivious as ever as he walks over and rests a hand against her forehead.

“You don’t feel warm. Is it, uh, you know,” Jerry points down towards his own abdomen, “woman troubles?” he asks in an exaggerated stage whisper. Morti wants to die all over again. She presses her face into her pillow.

“Hey, sweetheart, i-it’s OK.” Morti feels Jerry rest a tentative hand on her shoulder. “Do you need anything?”

Morti takes a few deep breaths to calm herself and then sits up.

“N-no, Dad, I’m OK.”

“OK, honey.” Jerry wraps his arms around her and Morti can’t help but wonder if he would still hug her like this if he knew what she’d spent the past couple of hours reading about. She hugs him back tightly, suddenly unable to stop thinking that she might have to make the most of the affection while it lasts.

When Jerry pulls back, his face clouds with concern and Morti realises she’s once again been crying. She’s getting really sick of that.

“Morti, honey, what’s wrong?”

Morti feels the question writhing around in her gut until it chokes its way out of her mouth. “Dad… you’d love me no matter what, right?”

“Of course, sweetie. No matter what, you’ll always be my daughter.”

The words are meant to be a comfort, but all Morti can think about is the possibility that she’s not his daughter.

“Morti? Are you gay? It’s OK if you’re gay, you know.” As always, Jerry is well-intentioned but clueless. Truthfully, Morti’s not really put much thought into her own sexual orientation, and it’s not her main concern right now. She shakes her head, and Jerry looks doubtful but leaves it.

After a few minutes, Morti works up the courage to speak again. “Dad? Could-could you… tell me a story? Like when I was little?” she cringes as she says the words, knowing she’s far too old to be asking for something like that. To her relief, Jerry smiles.

“Sure thing, sweetie.”

He launches into an improvised story, very similar to the ones she remembers him coming up with when she was younger. She has a memory of Summer complaining Jerry’s stories were boring, always demanding more action. However, once Summer had aged out of wanting a bedtime story and left Morti as the sole listener, Jerry had settled comfortably back into his original stories, which Morti found calming and reassuring.

Her dad’s voice relaxes her and she rests her head against the pillow, feeling her eyelids begin to droop. Jerry’s hand rests on her hair and strokes it gently, just as he used to all those years ago. It’s enough to block out the negative thoughts for the time being, and Morti is so exhausted from the recent events that she soon drifts peacefully into sleep.

#rick and morty #rnm #morty smith #jerry smith #autistic jerry #autistic jerry smith #trans morty #trans morty smith #transphobia #i hope this is at least semi-coherent #the brain fog is bad rn 😅

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yngtort · 10 months

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𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘦

pairing - h.hyj x blckfem reader

Contents - nsfw(mdni), teasing, dirty talk, praising, sexual tension, kissing, flirting, temp play

Premise - after agreeing to be hyunjins model, y/n ends up with more paint than the canvas

A/n : this has been locked away in the deepest darkest depths of my notes so it’s a lil risqué. There’s no actually smut in this but it hints at it <3 Have funnnn

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Y/n was really rethinking her life decisions right now.

If she had known that she’d be laying across a white couch, barely clothed in a button up for hours…she wouldn’t have accepted seungmins offer of being a model.

But if she’s completely honest, the thin layer of clothing wasn’t the thing bothering her. Nor was the aching pain in her bones from posing.

It was the burning gaze of the artist in front of her, hwang hyunjin. He sat behind his canvas, pencil in hand as he sketched away. Y/n thought he was a hell of a man, though she’s not special…because everyone on campus thought so as well.

Hyunjin had a princely look to him, long blonde locks and a lean build. People trip over themselves staring at him, no matter the gender. His beauty was undefeated.

Which is why y/n couldn’t help but feel incredibly insecure having him trace every inch her body with his eyes. She’s never felt so vulnerable and embarrassed in her life. Such a gorgeous person using her as a reference for his art. It seemed taboo, like something that should never happen.

She watched from her position as hyunjin pushed back his blonde locks in frustration. Her breath hitched invariably when he looked up from the canvas at her. What was it? Had she done something wrong? Does she look weird? she could feel her body tense at the thought.

Unexpectedly, hyunjin removed himself from behind the canvas. He took a long stride her way and squatted down towards his model. Y/n gulped as he he did so, nervously scooting back in her spot.

“Y-yes?” She stuttered out, eyes darting around and trying to avoid his gaze.

“May I?” hyunjins asked, gesturing to her shirt. She had no idea what he was requesting of her but she still she nodded. She was way too nervous to reject him, especially at this distance.

Y/n watched as the blondes slender fingers started to pop loose the buttons of the silk. He stopped until her collar bones were exposed and the shirt slipped off her shoulders. The action felt so intimate, like something else other than a simple adjustment of clothing was going on.

He then proceeded to pose her. Moving her as gently as possible, like she was a porcelain doll that could break at any-moment.

Y/n’s skin felt like it was on fire. every place his hands touched seemed to burn with the greed for more.

Hyunjin placed his fingers under her chin, slowly tilting it up. Her eyes fluttered at him, brown orbs glossy and he couldn’t help chuckle.

“I’m going to need you relax, sweetheart.” He smiled, “you can do that for me, right?”

Fuck.

Why did his words have to sound like they belong in the bedroom? Y/n’s imagination was running wild, thinking about the scenario where he’d say that to her while…well, yknow.

Not receiving a response, hyun raised an eyebrow at her. The girl was clearly wrapped in her own world and he couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you thinking about so intensely?” He asked, running his finger against her lips.

That gesture was enough to bring y/n back to reality.

“Am i making you uncomfortable? If so, I can find someone else-”

“No!” Y/n had practically screamed, grabbing on to his wrist. Hyunjins eyes had widened just a bit, enough for her to notice. She let go and cleared her throat.

“I mean, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine..I’m just um…self conscious ” She spluttered, eyes darting around once again.

Hyunjin hummed, “do you want some reassurance?”

“Huh?” She blinked.

“Whatever you’re self conscious about, don’t worry about it. I asked seungmin to convince you to be my model for a reason.”

Confusion painted across her face, “you asked for me?”

The blonde nodded with a smile and took one of her hands into his. “From the day I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful. I had never seen someone as stunning as you. I practically begged seungmin to ask you- I wanted to paint you and share your beauty with the world.”

Y/n was speechless. Never did she ever think she’d be hearing such a praise from hwang hyunjin himself. She almost didn’t believe him, but then she remembered the rumor that hyunjin only drew what he found worthy. He had turned down multiple people who had offered to be his muse….but he looked for her specifically. This was crazy.

“Now, please relax. I’m gonna finish off the sketch and start painting soon.” He told and y/n only nodded, still in shock.

“Good girl.”

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It wasn’t long until hyunjin had finished the sketch. Before y/n knew it the blonde had started pulling out his paint and mixing it. She was a little less tense than before, but she still froze whenever hyun would look up at her from his canvas.

From the moment I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful.

That phrase kept replaying in her head. She found it funny how many times she’s heard those words, but they were always directed towards hyunjin. She chuckled to herself, grabbing the attention of the artist in question.

“What’s got you giggling over there, hmm?” He questioned, peeking up at her again.

“Oh- no it was nothing..” she quickly shook her head, face heating up.

once again, the artists left the canvas. He had his brush and palettes still in his hand. Y/n watched him curiously.

“Do you mind if i see if this color matches?” He inquired.

She was bewildered, but she still nodded. She was too focused on how quickly the distance began to close as hyunjin came down to eye level.

She watched as the brush was brought to the exposed skin of her thigh. Thats when she started to understand what hyunjin was saying.

the icy cold paint made her whimper. Although she tried to muffle it, it could be heard by the artist.

Hyun looked up at her with concern but her facial expression ignited something in him that made him want do it again. “Ah, not close enough .” He sucked in a breath, even though it was the perfect shade of brown.

Once again hyun started to mix paint together, before going in and with another stroke.

Y/n placed a hand over her mouth, trying not to make any weird noise as the artist continued to paint her thighs. For some reason the temperature of the paint on such a sensitive area was sending electrifying sensations through her body.

It felt so good, but so wrong.

For hyunjin, he was enjoying her reactions a little too much. The way she’d tighten her thighs and desperately try to keep quiet, he found it cute.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?” Hyunjin called out to her. She looked at him with wide eyes, completely embarrassed about the feelings coursing through her. “The paint is cold isn’t it?”

“Y-yea..”

“I’m sorry, beautiful. just a hold on a little more. I’m almost there.”

Again, his words were pillow talk worthy. She could feel her chest burn at them.

The brush hit her again and this time she couldn’t stop the moan from leaving her lips. Her eyes met the gaze of hyunjin and she felt like dissolving right there.

“I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“I wanna hear it again.” He said

“What?”

In a blink of an eye, hyunjins paint and brushes was discarded on the floor as he placed himself on top of y/n. She was shocked at the man’s actions.

“Can I kiss you ?”

She stared up at him for a second, seemingly questioning if this was actually happening or if this was a crazy dream, before muttering out a soft yes.

With that hyunjin, crashed his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and passionate, their bodies pressed up against eachother. This was the moment they both have been unconsciously waiting for. All the sexual tension that had built up between them in the past few hours had finally been set free.

They let their desires consume them whole. Stripping each other down until they there was nothing but skin.

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#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop black reader #stray kids imagines #hyunjin x reader #kpop fanfic #ambw imagines

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mogai-sunflowers · 11 months

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most exclusionists have probably never had to ACTUALLY struggle to figure out their identity. like, i mean ACTUALLY struggle. not just being a little confused for a little while but figuring it out without much pain or hassle and after that point not really questioning again. and it fucking shows.

like oh i’m so sorry you spent a month slightly confused over your sexuality or gender, but then you figured it out and that was that. so now you think you’re the fucking end all be all of the queer experience and expect it to be that fucking easy for everyone. good for fucking you.

every night for four years, i was up agonizing over my sexuality. a lot of the times it was so painful i couldn’t breathe, just had to fucking keep going feeling like there was no end in sight to the NOT KNOWING. and some of y’all will truly never ever understand what that feels like but instead of acknowledging that you act like it should just be fucking easy for us.

5 years later, i’m not actually that much closer to figuring any of it out. but i’ve never been happier. you know what helped me get there? realizing that my worth is not dependent upon whether or not i have myself figured out, that i don’t need to have myself figured out in order to move forward with my life. and then, fucking THEN, gender came into the picture and sometimes i feel like i’m right back where i started.

last night, when i was outed to my mom, she was more accepting of my gender identity than most of the people in this “community”. my 60 year old mother who got confused when i said i thought i was a boy because “i thought you were asexual”, still managed to be more comforting and supportive of my journey with gender and sexuality, than any of the exclusionists who’ve come for me on here. my mother, who doesn’t know the difference between a trans man and a trans woman, still was able to tell me that my soul doesn’t change just because my gender might and that i have time to figure it out and don’t need to rush myself, whereas i’ve had hundreds of OTHER QUEER PEOPLE tell me to kill myself for being bi and a lesbian and a boy.

so fuck you. fuck you if you think that you know more about me than i do. fuck you if you think those years i spent in constant questioning agony, don’t matter because i just have to use the definition that makes everyone else comfortable. fuck your exclusionism, fuck your gatekeeping, fuck you forever.

#🌌when the stars align ; reigns rambles🌌#i am not doing well rn #theres this really popular blog on here whos super vitriolic against mspec lesbians and lesboys #and she claims to be an activist lmao #like girl i get it you're 18 #i just turned 19 i get it we're young we can be stupid #but you're just a fucking asshole #ofc she calls herself a lipstick lesbian too #tw exclusionism #exclusionism tw #tw discourse

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creep1ngdeath · 2 years

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Request by @h0rrorbl0gs on my old account

“Steve harrington x male reader who super sweet headcannons”

Steve Harrington x Sweet/Kind!Male!Reader Headcannons

Author’s Note: Hi I’m sorry this took a week- hope you enjoy it

Cis Women/Fem Aligned DNI, this isn’t for you!

-After he broke up with Nancy he was heartbroken, but you were always there to comfort him and assure him that he’ll find someone else

-He did find someone else, it was you

-Although you liked Steve back you didn’t want to be just his rebound love, so you waited awhile before actually getting into a relationship with him

-Steve was very confused when feelings towards you, he had to go and ask Robin for help

“What are you doing at my house, Dingus?” Robin asked as she opened the door. Steve gave her an awkward smile, “Can we uh- talk… Somewhere private?” Steve asked, stumbling over his words as he spoke. Robin gave him a weird look before inviting him inside.

“Alright what is it?” Robin asked while closing the door to her room. Steve sat down on the bed and started fidgeting with his hair. “I think I like this boy... He’s funny, sweet, and gets along with everyone.” Steve smiled while talking, “He’s always there for me… I think I really do like him… I’m not gay though, I like him how I liked Nancy but I still like girls. I guess I like both, but that can’t be possible right? It’s just one or the other.” Robin smirked, “There’s something called bisexuality. And what you described there is exactly what being bisexual is. You like more than one gender which is entirely possible, Dingus,” She looked at her friend who seemed completely lost. “Wait, can you repeat that all over again?” He asked.

“Okay so I’m…” Steve took a moment to think, “Bisexual?” Robin jumped in, “Right- I’m bisexual…” Steve repeated. The thought of liking boys scared him. It was nothing to do with you as a person but what were people going to think? Him. The King of Hawkin’s High was into boys. His parents, specifically his father would be furious if he ever found out. “Hello? Earth to Steve Harrington?” Robin waved her hand in front of his face. “Yeah what’s up Rob’s?” He was pulled out of his thoughts. “Tell me about this boy you like,” she said.

-By the time Steve was done talking Robin already knew it was you

-Robin had to reassure Steve that you liked him back. Since Robin was you only gay friend that at least you knew of, you’d spend time just talking about your crushes. You obviously spent the whole time talking about Steve

-When Steve finally had the courage to ask you out, the information eventually got to the kids and they’d try to reenact what they thought happened.

-“Are you gay because I want to go on a date with you,” Lucas said, trying his best to sound like Steve. “Yes Steve! I’m in love with you!” Max responded. Steve would roll his eyes and tell them that’s not what happened

-Will immediately went to go talk to you after he found out you also liked boys. He knew that he didn’t like girls and always felt out of place because of it, so when he saw you and Steve together he instantly went to you help about his sexuality

-You gladly helped Will, and reassured him that it’s okay to be gay

-Steve really loves how you get along with all the kids

-Sometimes the kids try to stalk you two on your date. They’ll take a pair of binoculars and spy on you through the windows. It always results in them being caught

-Steve gets jealous easily but will never let it show, he’s insecure now since he lost Nancy to Jonathan

-You do eventually find out about how he’s scared of losing you to someone else so you told him that the two of you will work on his insecurity together

-His parents are away a lot, so you stay over at his house often to keep him company. The two of you would fall asleep cuddling on the couch while watching tv a lot

-The Byers 100% always throw parties over winter break for the holidays. You always get invited to them so you bring Steve along knowing that he won’t be doing anything with his family for the holidays

-He likes to do a funny little dance to whatever’s on the radio which makes you laugh

-Steve really loves to see your laugh and smile, he thinks it’s cute and will instantly make his day better

-Steve isn’t used to not being able to hold your hand or kiss you out in public since he’s never dated a boy before, you have to give him gentle reminders that you guys are in public

-Lots of kisses when it’s just the two of you

-When all the stuff happens in the upside down, Steve will do his best to protect you, he always wants you by his side and will constantly keep an eye out of you

#stranger things x male reader #steve harrington x male reader #x male reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things

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juniperhillpatient · 1 year

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thinking about how yellowjackets portrays sex & sexual situations gender & the… not unique but certainly rare way this show focuses on men versus women & I know we’re all tired of phrases like “male gaze” & “female gaze” but I think the show almost like… purposefully repurposes the male gaze from the perspective of its female characters.

jackie’s introduction pretty much is a sexual situation but it’s not a fun hot scene. it’s uncomfortable & awkward because it’s very clear jackie isn’t being pleasured. jeff just kind of looks like a tool. then later we get the sex scene between jeff & shauna & it’s different because both characters are into it but also it’s all about shauna, & the focus is mainly on her making jeff tell her that he loves her. it sort of reminds me of the scene in buffy the vampire slayer when buffy is feeling down because she just saw her most annoying ex living his best life so she demands spike tell her he loves her. it’s not a healthy situation. it’s… concerning & toxic. and even a bit manipulative & predatory to use someone that way.

and the other thing we know due to the focused shots of shauna looking at jackie is that this is not about jeff at all. he’s just the guy who happened to be between these two girls. when I first watched the show I disliked him but more & more I’m realizing… this is all about shauna & jackie. this entire relationship between shauna & jeff that turns into a marriage never has much to do with jeff himself at all. jeff is the epitome of literally just Some Guy.

anyway. I’m getting off track. I wanted to discuss jackie’s introduction versus her death. jackie being left to die because she had sex, on the surface seems like misogynistic writing. typical “female character is punished for sex” (not to harp on buffy again but..) trope. especially because the other girls are angry when they see the blood stain from her lost virginity.

but… the other girls aren’t angry at jackie because of sex. it’s because she’s “taken what didn’t belong to her.” & it’s interesting how none of the other girls care about or are invested in natalie & travis’ romance until this point. because it’s not about that. they objectify travis to the point of seeing him as literal food.

the framing of the jackie/travis sex scene is fascinating, the way it’s shot back & forth with the girls in the forest going feral. and the way in the end, travis is disoriented & confused & immediately following this the other girls begin sexual assaulting him & hunting him like an animal. like everything about travis & his arc, it’s such a subversion of the way female characters are so often treated in media.

and that brings me to travis & natalie & how they subvert gender roles. travis starts off seeming a bit sexist but the more we learn the more it’s clear he’s just an inexperienced teenager. he’s a virgin scared for his first time & he’s falling for the experienced bad girl who’s kinda scary. we literally always see that set up but with the shy inexperienced girl falling for the bad boy. even the way travis haunts the narrative & serves as part of natalie’s pain arc is reminiscent of the dead girlfriend trope. he is to natalie as jess from supernatural is to sam winchester. he’s fridged but the boy version. & that’s why he’s a babygirl to me <3

and like… we could talk all day about the pine cone in travis’ mouth & the sexual assault blood orgy scenes but let’s move on to the most functional couple of the entire show with some of the only sex scenes that actually seem like a fun sexy time where it’s just two people in love having sex

taissa & van! their conflict develops throughout the season as van is almost eaten by wolves because taissa is busy being possessed by the wood spirit & taissa’s frustration with van’s belief in something supernatural grows but… beyond that? they’re actually just super into each other. they are constantly talking about how gorgeous the other is, being all over each other, skinny dipping & doing more typically fun & romantic activities than all the other characters. & it’s 2 women

from shauna having sex with adam who ends up dead to whatever the fuck misty has going on with ben (not to mention adult! misty’s introductory scene where she manipulates a man into coming home with her by faking insecurities - or perhaps playing them up & using them, it’s unclear) it’s just totally fascinating to me the way this show subverts expectations with gender & sex

#I never know if I’m making literally any sense but I feel like this show is doing something.. different that’s all #it’s interesting #yellowjackets meta #yellowjackets

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Hey so I just finished reading James’ interlude (it was amazing by the way!) and the u portrayed his aromanticism was so fascinating, def one of my portrayals. I saw u answering an anon and u mentioned (correct me if I’m wrong) that his aromanticism kinda comes from him being the chosen one, and how stuff like gender and sexuality are socially constructed. This is such an interesting concept to me coz I hear that language getting thrown around a lot but I never really understood what it meant.

It kinda reminded me of a convo I had with my transmasc friend. He said that if he had been born a boy he probably would have been transfem. At first I was pretty surprised, but then I thought abt it and realised that despite being a lesbian, if I had been born a boy I probably would have been gay. This revelation really stumped me coz, for context, Income from a conservative religious background, so I’ve always latched onto the idea that being gay is smth innate, or how God made me. But after that revelation,, I was like,,, maybe I can be straight if I try hard enough?? Liking girls is not smth innate within me?? Idk.

Sorry for the rambling lol but reading ur works always gets me thinking deeper abt these kind of topics. Probs has smth to do with u studying gender studies lol.

Anyways love ur work and have a good day <33

yeah i mean. i def think it's a good idea 4 everyone 2 spend time pondering & developing their own understanding of gender; ik mine has changed significantly over the course of my life & likely will continue 2 change as i grow older & learn more, etc.

i think one thing people tend 2 get stuck on is this idea that either ur born w ur identity (whether that's gender, sexuality, etc) baked in & have 2 discover it throughout ur life (bound up in the post-Enlightenment idea of a disembodied 'soul' or 'mind') OR it's all socially constructed, so it's completely made up/shaped by outside forces and we're all just playing pretend, etc. but that's really not what i mean when i say that i think of gender (& sexuality, etc) as socially constructed.

the best metaphor i have rn 4 explaining my own worldview is the idea of an accent. obviously, there is a material component to someone's accent: the shape of their mouth, their teeth--their ears, their hearing, etc. all of these physical & material factors influence how someone's accent might develop. but none of those factors really matter until placed within a social context--depending on where & how ur raised, ur accent will vary wildly, and it won't necessarily remain static throughout the course of your life. you & your family might have different accents; you might use a different accent to speak another language; your physical body might change in some way that affects your accent and the way u speak (stroke, hearing loss, etc). but there's no single, "true" accent inside of you waiting 2 be discovered and spoken. it's a socially constructed part of ur identity that develops throughout ur life, and can only be understood & have meaning attributed to it in a social context. and once u develop an accent, it feels as natural & as much a part of u as something like hair color, etc--it's not something u can just snap ur fingers & change, despite the fact that u weren't "born that way."

obviously, this is a metaphor, and there r many ways gender identity differs from accents--but i find it useful 4 helping illustrate in a tangible way what i'm talking abt when i say something is a "social construction." w james in wfrau specifically, what i was trying 2 say in that ask was not, again, that being "the chosen one" made him aromantic; rather, what i'm hoping 2 convey is that his experience growing up as "the chosen one" has fundamentally shaped his own understanding of his inability to experience/confusion surrounding romantic love (this is also why i avoid concretely labeling him as aromantic in the tags on the fic; it's not necessarily how he understands himself). he attributes this part of his identity to his understanding of himself as a "hero," i.e. someone who is not meant 2 prioritize any one person above The Cause/The Quest, bc his inability to grasp this concept of romantic love & reciprocate it does not align w normative understandings of love & so makes him feel ashamed & isolated & as though there's something "wrong" with him, & attributing this "broken" aspect of himself 2 the fact that he's meant 2 be a "hero" helps him reconcile w this piece of his identity that he otherwise doesn't understand how 2 qualify. again, i'm less concerned w whether there's some inherent "aromanticism" baked into him or whether he'd feel the same/identify the same way in different circumstances; what i'm interested in is looking at how this specific character has been shaped by these specific circumstances. hope that makes sense lol also ty glad ur enjoying the fic!

#ask #wfrau #ranting and raving #<- just since this got kinda long

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Hi Allie! I hope it’s okay that I’m sending you this, I just don’t really know who to talk to about it and I just really need an unbiased opinion. I have been kind of conflicted over whether or not I like my best friend for some time now, but I’m just not sure if I do. I have the tendency to ignore or deny things, like my brain basically gaslights itself. I’ve been friends with this person for four years and I’ve experienced a few times where I have questioned my platonic feelings for them, but it usually just turned out to be nothing. So in march, I questioned everything again, but then I started liking this guy and all of that confusion went away. I know for a fact I like men, but I’m just so confused on how I feel about women. I’m not a very touchy person, like at all. I have this other best friend and I have absolutely no urge to cuddle with her. But with this specific friend, I’m always plastered onto her. We’re either always holding hands or I’m hanging onto her arm. A few months ago, I made a joke about how we should kiss each other because we’ve both never kissed anyone before. We didn’t kiss at that time, but I remember getting severe butterflies at the thought, I just can’t tell if they were nerves or like good butterflies. So currently, I’m back home from college and I have seen her like every single day this week. Yesterday we jokingly pecked on the lips and we both were laughing about it. Then further into the night, I kept wanting to do that again. We were cuddling on the couch and she was on top of me because I was hugging her and idk I just had the urge to kiss her. Even today, I hung out with her and I literally already want to see her again. I’m just so confused because I know those feelings aren’t normal, but I don’t really feel physical attraction towards women. I don’t feel those feelings that I feel when I like a guy for women. I just can’t see myself in a relationship with a women. I’ve tried a few years ago with this other girl and I got really bored and there wasn’t that spark that there is with men. Even with her, I just can’t tell if I have genuine feelings because it feels different from how I feel about men. I have spoken to her about some of this, and we both agreed that we just wouldn’t ever want to put our friendship on the line because it’s so special. I know that she doesn’t like me, and I can’t tell if I like her or not. Maybe I do, but the feelings just aren’t that strong for me to actually do anything about it? I’m so sorry if this is a bother for you, if it is please feel free to ignore this. 💖

Nonnie, of course you like her. If you didn’t you wouldn’t even be questioning. It’s natural to feel drawn to someone, and it's okay if it doesn't fit how you identify yourself sexually (and it’s also okay to change that). Feelings, attraction, sexuality… it’s not black and white, it's confusing. These kinds of things are not necessarily ruled by labels, it’s all about how you feel at that moment in time and for that person. You’re so much in your head about trying to establish what is a “normal” feeling, that you’re making things way more complicated than they’re supposed to be. Let it go, don’t limit your experiences like that, try to see beyond gender and how you’re labelling yourself and allow yourself to feel it. Relaxxxx and embrace it, you’re going to be fine.

#ask #and also this fear of 'ruining' friendship #this is not a thing #stop fooling yourself lol

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