#am i gay??? i don’t wanna date girls i like them but i don’t wanna DATE one. augh! but i love overcompensating my attraction to girls in

[sammygender]

I WANT A BOYFRIEND

[lizardho]

I came out to my dad as bisexual at 14 and I was PANICKED because I had a crush on a guy in my Boy Scout troop and thought I was Going To Hell Forever and he was so kind and understanding of my distress, but he had NO idea what bisexuality was. He just said “yeah but you like girls too? This is normal. Everyone is like this.” And I love my dad and trust him with my life to this day and the idea that the concept of bisexuality had not occurred to him had not occurred to me so I put it off.

By 16 though I had a crush on like THREE boys. Three entire boys in my Boy Scout troop. I felt like my sin was slowly advancing, until like an untreated cancer it had become metastatic. I remember bawling my L’il limp-wristed sissy eyes out in his big rumbly truck on the way home from a scout meeting and him telling me that it was OK, that he still loved me if I was gay, but that he knew I wasn’t gay because I still had crushes on women and that meant I was straight. I didn’t quite know how to explain that those felt *~*different*~* and that I felt like I was losing a fight to evil inside me but I again felt comforted by his reassurances and his genuine fatherly love.

At 18 I was like “hey I’m realizing all my friends are going on missions. I don’t wanna do that. Idk how to say that and I don’t have a ‘good enough’ reason to not wanna go.” So I just put it off. Again, my parents were extremely supportive of the information I gave them (I blamed it on perpetually forgetting to start the paperwork.) and one day my mom texted me that she had done the paperwork for me! And that all I needed was to get a physical! So I did that (it was awkward af tbh, my hernia check was done by a trainee doctor and she spent like 3 minutes fishing around my inguinal canals before her attending rescued me) and was sent to Mexico City where I learned that in addition to dipshit himbos with strong hands and scruffy guys with artistic hearts I was REALLY into chubby Latin men with strong personalities who bullied me a little when I lived in Mexico.

I remember my first companion got annoyed with me during an argument and said we were just gonna wrestle and whoever won the wrestling match won the argument (I stg I am dead serious this happened.) I was like…SWEATING when he tore off his tie and threw his white button-down shirt onto the ground (I won btw, don’t ask me how).

I remember one of my companions with this really intense, almost manic energy telling me that he was gonna make sure I was safe in a new area I didn’t know very well. He cooked breakfast for me and we’d go shopping together on P-Days and in the mornings before breakfast he’d jog around and do pull-ups with his shirt off and I’d do anything but look at him because my face would break out in a sweat so intense he’d think I was crying and come over to see if I was OK and somehow make it worse. He let me play D&D with myself in the evenings even though it was against mission rules because he knew how lonely and stressed I was.

I remember one of my companions was a big chubby man with a loud voice and a great sense of humor. He was kind and direct when addressing conflicts with me, and always bragged about how he knew the secrets of women’s minds and it felt like he really did since it almost always boiled down to “Treat Them Like People and Love Them a Lot. Don’t Stop Being A Person For Them. Also Eat Them Out Sloppy Style.” Our P-Day activities sometimes felt like dates, and it seemed like he was more attentive to my emotional state than I was since he was always the first to suggest we slow down our Divinely Mandated, God-Ordained, Super Sacred Work and Wonder to get a snack or check out a Pawn Shop (I love Pawn Shops).

I remember another companion who asked me to bully him every time he did something against his goal of losing weight. It was like he gave me Carte Blanche to take out my crush on him by being a nuisance and I LOVED that. I remember having a breakdown one day after we’d spent the afternoon frantically cleaning our disgusting-barely-habitable mission house to make it look less vile that it was (not our fault imo?) and I started bawling and he pulled me into a hug and he smelled good and he told me he knew it wasn’t just the house and that I was mad at him for being a Huge Dickhead for about a week (true) and that he would work on it. (He’s also a huge chaser but that’s a separate thing.)

I remember one of my companions waking up early (and our schedule is already built for sleep deprivation) to make me a “birthday cake” from knock-off Nutella and bread. He used matches for candles and woke me up, lit the ‘candles,’ pulled them out, then smashed it in my face and took a bunch of pictures while I was still madrugada and disoriented as fuck. He had the same sense of humor as one of my HS crushes and I could push his buttons pretty easily which was so fun.

I came home from my mission and started back at BYU where I became actively and aggressively suicidal. I had a stalker the year I moved up there and my dad’s solution to that was to get me a gun. I know he wouldn’t have bought me a gun if he could have read my mind, but I had a loaded pistol under my bed during a trifecta faith/sexuality/gender crisis and that was not helpful. I remember that the day I decided to kill myself I figured I’d call the BYU CAPS and see if I could get into therapy because it felt like what I was “supposed to do” so I could check my suicide boxes. My therapist was the guy who’d helped me pick a major the year before and was this drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian man who cried when I told him how I’d been feeling.

A few weeks into therapy I met another stunning man with soft eyes and a scruffy illegal-at-BYU beard he kept pushing his luck with. He was funny, kind, patient, married, and wouldn’t give me the time of day if he knew I was crushing on him. We were in my history of psych class, which was inarguably the worst psych class I have ever had, and we studied together for every assignment and test and I realized that my feelings for him and for all the men I’d already mentioned were in direct conflict with my faith and relationship with God. My already agonizing spiritual conflict became even more wretched and as a result of this plus some other tightly-packed experiences with Mormonisms bullshit, I left the church.

After leaving the church I decided to move back to AZ and transfer to ASU. My mom helped me get a dog since I think it had started to dawn on my family that my mental health was barely getting me through the day, and she knew that we both loved dogs. Madi made my last year at BYU livable while I got my shit together and transferred. In that last year, I went on a date with quite possibly the only semi-openly-out trans person on BYU campus. It was not a great date imo, I was not doing well, but the person I spoke with was fun and fascinating and talked to me about Gender Dysphoria and it really cemented my need to go. To leave and never come back to that fucking school.

I started at ASU a month after my last semester at BYU and within a very short time frame it felt like I was coming back together, like a puzzle magically putting itself together in an environment that wasn’t slowly draining that puzzle’s will to live.

On the 4th of July, the year I started at ASU, I saw a transition timeline photo of a gorgeous happy beautiful happy radiant happy woman and her former Mormon missionary self and I realized the light that was on in her eyes was the light that was off in mine. I looked into transitioning for 3 days, sleeping about 10 hours total during that time. I started talking to other trans people on Reddit (one of whom is now my beautiful fiancée @cintailed) and after about a month of making preparations to be disowned and kicked out, something I was not sure would happen but was ready to go through to Turn On The Lights, I came out to my family and it was amazing. I started HRT a month after that. I secretly dated some dorky guys for about a year while I applied to grad schools. I got into a great grad school for me and my needs. I got FFS. I did my trainings and classes. Me and my fiancée moved in together after some LDR shenanigans. We’ve lived together now for 4 years of basically marital bliss. We have a cat named Grandmother Esmeralda Weatherwax who bites the hell out of my feet about three times a day. My bi-cycle continues to be part of my life but now it’s not as scary. Baby gays in my life have started to look to me for advice. Idk how this all happened so fast. When the years, months, weeks, days, and hours seems to crawl by so slowly now they are rushing past me so fast it’s almost bewildering. Whereas before I felt like I was living on borrowed time, past my ‘expiration date,’ now it feels like I can Fucking Breathe. I’m training myself to slow down now and it feels worth it to Live In The Moment.

Idk why I wrote this. Idk why these thoughts only seem to come up on Sundays when I’m supposed to be writing my dissertation. Idk why I’m crying rn or why I feel so happy. I’m gonna post this shit then get on with my dissertation I guess. Read more Terry Pratchett and give yourselves the time you need. Get a pet. Talk to someone. Re-examine the events that brought you here. Be gayer. Love y’all 💕

[steddiebrainrotramble]

“My platonic soulmate, light of my life; say what you just said again.” Robin gasped, looking at Steve in a mix of confusion and awe. He shook his head, not understanding what she was on about.

“What? I just said was everyone finds people attractive despite gender. So I think a lot of men are hot and would date them if I wasn’t straight. It’s the same with you right?” Steve asked, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t understand her confusion, this was how everyone worked.

Robin put a fist to her mouth, looking like she was trying to hold a laugh. “No, babe. I don’t find men remotely attractive and I would never want to date one. Because I am a lesbian.”

“Well yes because you like girls! Just like I do. I don’t get the confusion here Robs.” He huffed, leaning back on the couch.

They had been having their weekly movie night and bitch fest when Steve had mentioned wanting to date one of the lead guys. He had then lamented how if only he was gay he could.

“So wait, don’t you think you might be gay if you wanna date a guy? Because I promise straight men do not want to date guys.” Robin pointed out, trying to understand.

“Because Robin, you know this! I like girls, boobies!! That makes me straight.” He nudged her, like she just wasn’t connecting the dots.

Robin sat up straighter to look at her best friend. She forgot sometimes with how cool he was with her that this is all new to him. “Steve, have you ever heard of bisexuality? It means you like both men and woman and people that don’t identify as either.” She asked quietly, putting her hand on top of his. He looked at her, eyes wide.

“That’s an actual thing?? Wait I’m not straight then? Not everyone feels like this?” Steve’s brain was racing with all the new possibilities and how silly he had been. Robin shook her head.

“Wait. Holy shit. Robin, I wanna date Eddie. I want to date him so hard, I wanna kiss him. And marry him! Fuck wait that’s not legal. But all the other stuff.” He stood straight up, almost bowling Robin off the couch.

“I’ve gotta go! I got to tell him I’m not straight!” He yelled, grabbing his keys and running out the door. Robin sighed, getting comfy on his couch and drinking the rest of the wine in her glass. Leave it to him to speed run his sexuality crisis and get a partner before her. At least she could stop listening to Eddie whine over being in love with a straight man.

[deadguywalkin]

MORE sebsamalex hcs because i am GAY and EVIL + music taste and bodies hcs

in a relationship together

sam bursts into song at any trigger word. alex joins in. sebastian gets annoyed. (affectionately)

sebastian likes his personal space. sam also likes sebastian’s personal space. 

sam shoves his hands up their shirts while they’re just talking. about anything. he’s clingy and needs skin contact 

‘i don’t feel like talking to anyone right now, but i guess i’m not opposed to silently being held.’

sebalex always do ‘the hand thing tm’ for sam when he’s overwhelmed or nervous.

“Alex save me alex” “WHO NEEDS SAVING?????!!!!!!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️”

“i’m out of facepaint! gimme your eyeliner” “..no?”

tucking seb’s hair behind his ear before they kiss him

hands definitely go through sams hair when they kiss him

hands go to alex’s neck, shoulders, chest,… this guy gets violated compared to the cute hair touching honestly. 

kidding they also just hold his face gently. alex my love grbrbrgrnrbbrbfnf

alex has to take everything verryyy very slowly to adjust to actually dating a guy for the first time. 

he’s also very very surprised to be actually loved and known for the first time, ‘what do you mean you recorded the game for me because i forgot to…? bro, i’ll cry’

sambastian just constantly making out. any time. any where. gay emo boys who don’t care about their reputation sighs

sambastian also love giving each other a shit ton of prominent and visible hickeys to the neck, collar, shoulders and jaws.

general stuff 

seb unintentionally has very flirty body language. he’s just naturally a man whore. the way he moves physically is stiff but he still looks up at taller guys with half-lidded eyes while talking in a low voice. looking down at shorter girls with a soft smirk with his dimples.

samalex are unintentionally flirty vocally. “i wouldn’t want you to go hungry. i care about you. you should be eating well. we could grab some breakfast. you and me. alone.” “why don’t you come to my next gig..? i’ll save you a special spot. just for you.” which they mean as friends but they just don’t hear the underlying tones.

alex would have a good voice if he wasn’t constantly straining it, unfortunately he loves belting passionately and straining his voice for whatever reason

sam is actually GOOD at singing. he’s also a natural when it comes to anything that’s artistic (painting, sketching, music, etc)

alex snores LOUDLY sometimes

sam drools in his sleep also sometimes

sebastian does not sleep. or is never awake. what the fuck is going on with him

all 3 of them got something going on. autism+dyslexia, depression+some sleep disorder, adhd. soorgy :( i don’t make the rules it’s canon :(

sam has a little nose bump like this :3

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sam: [insert sam talking way too much]

seb: *throws a ball* go fetch, boy

sam: *does it no questions asked, happily*

alternately he would also just feed him any chewy candy he has on hand.

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sam: i can’t wait to see you again. i love you, alex.

alex: dued 😆 like in a bro way? 😆 i bro you too bro 😆

sam: alex, please be my boyfriend.

alex: boyfreind? like a boy and a friend? i already am! 😆

sam: alex, i want to make out with you.

alex: dude? takeout with me?! one step ahead of you, foods on the way! 😆

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seb: i wanna grab a midnight snack

alex: you’re the midnight snack.

seb: …?ew

alex: sorry. i mean. um. sorry. i mean. dude. you are. um.

music:

alex: listens to ‘whatever comes on the radio while i’m working out’. hype songs that get him in the mood. also kebby implanted abba into my brain. he just doesn’t listen to music that much.

he’s also somewhat into the strokes, the only band he likes/is consistent with. (reptilia, someday, ode to the mets)

sam: high energy rock, experimental rock, and pretty much anything honestly. 2000s/2010s rock mostly. he listens to everything. anything that sounds good no matter what genre immediately goes into his playlist. he just has an ear for good music.

weezer

blink 182

sublime

the white stripes

wheatus

the frights

and probably every single music artist to ever exist

also sambastian listen to csh together. you’ll have to fight me on this and lose if you disagree

sebastian: grunge, rock, nu metal, general metal, emo, and punk. dabbles in some goth. mostly stuff from the 80s/2000s. he listens to ‘that one time your dad’s friend picked you up from school and played music in the car’

the smashing pumpkins

green day

siouxsie and the banshees

soundgarden

alice in chains

pearl jam

and probably a shit ton of underground stuff i can’t think of 

bodys /ref

alex: not much to imagine here since he’s very confirmed LOL god bless that 6’1 beefcake. dude’s a statue

sam: pretty tall. good looking legs because he was a skater boy (she said see you later, boy) perfect ass. some scars from skating incidents because he’s clumsy

not too much muscle but has that little vertical line down his stomach that indicates he’s growing some abs (not sure what the english word for it is) 

his arms are also pretty thick ? big ? idk

broad shoulders, nice legs and okay arms. he has some bandaids on him aswell because this guy cannot catch a break. he’s not boney nor meaty, a good inbetween.

a few stick and pokes ? i think thats what people call them like a diy tattoo

also his hips don’t lie 🤫

sebastian: lanky, slightly visible ribcage. he’d have broad shoulders if they weren’t slightly curved inwards from having shit posture all his life. upsidown triangle build. contrary to popular belief, he has some muscle in his arms. to work under a motorcycle on your back has to give you some strength. maybe a sleeper build.

cis seb has a very very defined addam’s apple

i can also see a different version of him where he could be stubby looking and have some chub to him.

i also think he’d have some tattoos on him. t-scars and a more defined waist if we’re also mixing in the trans hc. maybe bat tattoos or some kind of fantasy themed tattoos covering over his t scars?

bonus: 

them as kitty breeds

alex: bengal

sam: classic orange cat

sebastian: one of those rustic black cats with the orange patches

+ this image of soogyu is engraved into my head i think this is very them with seb.. the jacket sharing and sleepy head drooping sobs it’s them

shorter dump today aswell bleg

[alexthefunniest]

Funniest mileven arguments to why byler won’t be endgame

I’m sorry if there’s any grammar errors or mistakes, I wrote this angrily at 2 am when I couldn’t sleep.

1. “Its the 80’s”- as if there isn’t any movies that have happy queer endings that were made/set in the 80’s, yall are just lazy and don’t want to actually do any research.

2. “It’s a Netflix original”- ok? And? Like we literally get a new mlm/queer show on Netflix every year, byler is a mlm relationship which Netflix has a lot of, young royals, heartstopper??? Are you guys ok?

3. “Cuz it’s too popular” - we already have over two queer confirmed characters in stranger things, the show that’s about fighting forced conformity ?? The show that focuses on nerds, losers and people that don’t ‘fit in’ ? And y’all find it so hard to see ur two main characters being gay? Read the room respectfully.

4. “It’s one sided” - if it was one sided they would make Mike tell Will he doesn’t like him in s3 and give Will a new love interest in s4 (it has been confirmed that there will be no new characters in s5 and that the producers want every character to have their ‘perfect ending’) Will believed he was a mistake and thought he wouldn’t fall in love, because he is queer so he most definitely will have a queer love interest and it will be Mike.

5. “Mike is in love with el”- is he tho? He never actually said he loved her to her face without the world and her life depending on it, he’s been pressured to say it twice and when she told him she loves him back the man didn’t look happy but conflicted.

6. “Mileven endgame” - it’s really not, the amount of symbolism that points to their downfall (such as everyone calling them the ‘star crossed lovers’ which are basically lovers deemed to fail, and more) is HUGE, they have too many familial parallels it’s insane, why parallel the it couple with family themes and relationships? Another problem I have with this it’s the fact that it’s very rare for the first ‘original’ pairings to stay together till the end of the show (like with Bob and Joyce or Steve and Nancy)

7. “Byler wouldn’t make sense to the plot”- watch the show again, just because somethings more subtle, doesn’t mean it’s not there, y’all will always say that about queer relationships but whenever u guys see a straight relationship in these subtle moments you jump into conclusions that they might end up together, it’s called being a hypocrite.

8. “Mike isn’t gay” - it’s what he’s been telling himself too, the guy was obviously made fun of and called slurs like Will, everyone already thought and knew their relationship was ‘special’ and everyone suspected something, that’s why Mikes own dad was surprised and said “our son, with a girl?” Also your so called straight Mike has a room filled with pictures and posters of buff men, he’s never shown any interest in girls or women (except el who’s been said, looked like a boy in s1) not to mention the first song on his official Spotify playlist being “small town boy” (yk the song about a young gay man running away from his homophobic small town??).

9. Mikes love confession- if u call that a love confession I wouldn’t wanna date u brother, he was pushed to say ily by Will, the same Will that was in the frame of Mike lying when he said that his life “started” when he found El in the woods, which was obviously a lie because Mike called El a weapon and said he’ll “send her back to pennhurst or wherever she comes from” after they found her, also if the love confession was honest why would El be still upset with Mike and not talk to him after??

10. “El wasn’t upset at Mike but was sad about Max” - me when I’m in denial, she wasn’t sad about Max until she found the coke bottle underneath her bed, then we get the flashbacks of her and Max having fun in s3, she wasn’t thinking abt Max before that, its called common sense and logical thinking skills.

11. “There would be no time for byler to develop in s5” - it might seem crazy what I’m about to say, they were literally childhood best friends and it’s been confirmed that Will had a crush on Mike since s1, they literally started to build their romantic relationship MORE in s4, with all the ‘[emotional, tender music playing]’ and parallels between byler and jancy, also even if they haven’t started to build their relationship up in a romantic way in s4, y’all remember how in less than a season Jonathan and Nancy slept together or how Max and Lucas got together in a spawn of a season (mind u they met in the same season). Byler knows each other since little kids and always had potential y’all are just in denial.

12. “Why make Mike queer” - why not? Do y’all actually believe that one of the main characters plot line is just about getting with the girl at the end? Even if it was (which lets be so fr now) why would Mike get with El from the first season (they kissed in s1 and basically u can count that as they’re together wtv) if that was his main goal as a character? Well written shows have something called a “character development” which the producers of st love apparently, so why make Mike just a bland character that just gets with the main girl character, and why have El date the first guy she ever met, I just think it would be very shallow.

That’s all, this was written in a silly way cuz it’s basically me talking to myself, it’s okay if u ship mileven I just really don’t like disrespectful fans that yell at bylers and call the ship disgusting, I don’t care about what who ships as long as we all just have fun and not yell at each other 🫶🏻

[clownishstarfish]

Hunter x Hunter ships I personally don’t like

These are ships that are NOT supported on my page.

Edit: I have left my hater era… while I do not like these ships myself I won’t shame you for liking the legal ones. I am no longer present in ship discourse. I do not like these but I won’t stop others from enjoying them…. With that said please enjoy the LONG ass read.

Please note a couple things before reading.

1, I do not hate any ships for being WLW, MLM or NL (hetero) unless it’s the result of representation erasure (An example of this is in the Owl House Community. People ship Lunter and say that it’s ok because Luz is a canon Bisexual but it’s still WLW relationship erasure!!! I do not support Lunter btw…)

2, I’m gonna mention stuff like proshipping and toxic relationships so please be warned if you’re triggered by those types of things do not read under the cut

3, I’m also gonna talk about ships I lovehate due to having extremely mixed opinions.

Alright that’s all!! Enjoy your reading and please remember to respect my opinions and interpretations of the characters. This will also include spoilers for the entire animated series.

Killunary (Killua x Canary)

There are a couple reasons why I don’t like this ship but it’s mostly because of the power imbalance. Certain employee x employer ships just don’t work due to extreme power imbalance. The main example of this is the Zoldyck family and their abusive nature towards all the butlers, including how Kikyo treats Canary when she got close to Killua.

The other reason is because I see Killua as a heavily MLM coded character. And I’m sorry if you don’t agree but based on both his canon and non-canon interactions with the various women of the story, I don’t think he’s straight. I personally think he might be gay/vincian but it’s up to interpretation!! I cannot see Killua dating a girl. (This includes ships like KilluRetz and Killumane)

Hisomachi (Hisoka x Machi)

Again, Hisoka is a heavily MLM coded character with Machi being the only woman in the series he’s shown possibly romantic interest in. Hisoka himself is an extremely harmful stereotype of a gay man being overly flamboyant but also predatory towards kids and women. That is a stereotype that is shown and pushed VERY often with Hisoka. (If you do view Machi as WLW, which I do, she’s also a harmful stereotype of the mean, man hating, lesbian./lh)

Also the fact that Machi straight up rejected his dinner offer in the Heaven’s Arena Arc should be enough to push the fact that she doesn’t like him…

Edit: while Hisoka is MLM coded I personally see him as a pan man due to some random factors and just cuz I like it that way

Kuroneon (Chrollo/Kuroro x Neon)

Ok I only have like one reason but I feel like it’s validated tbh!!! He literally attacked her and stole her ability. And I don’t wanna go on a whole rant about Neon and her complexities rn but her nen ability, lovely ghostwriter, was essentially the only reason for her father to love her and care the way he did…

Also their age difference urks me ALOT cuz Neon is about the same age as Kurapika (17-19) and Chrollo is pushin 30… T-T

Kurokura (Chrollo/Kuroro x Kurapika)

A lot of people ship them because “lol omg enemies to lovers!!” But like. This isn’t that kind of enemies to lovers hun… :// Chrollo and the troupe literally massacred the Kurta Clan with zero mercy and left Kurapika alone and almost defenseless in an unfamiliar world. He destroyed everything Kurapika had. That’s not something Kurapika would or will forgive easily. Kurapika is literally destroying himself inside out because of what the troupe did to the Kurta Clan. This ship is just ugh it’s so toxic I hate >:(

Also again, even if Chrollo didn’t destroy the Kurta Clan, age difference. Kurapika’s the same age as Neon (17-19) and Chrollo is PUSHING 30!!!!! Icky!!!

Tbh this goes for any of the Troupe x Kurapika… gross age difference and disgusting enemies to lovers dynamic.

Pitokai (Neferpitou x Kite/Kaito)

One of my biggest icks ever is Victim x Killer because like how would YOU feel if you were violently murdered for seemingly no reason and then find out that there are people out there who think you and your killer would be cute if you dated O.O

Yeah it’s like… really toxic. I don’t have the energy to go into all the details of it but Killer x Victim has no reason to be as popular as it is…

Wisky (Wing x Bisky)

(I couldn’t find any GIFs of them from the movie so you get this still image)

Teacher x Student dynamics really ick me as well… in most but not all cases the teacher is somewhat of a parental figure and the student is very young, in most cases a minor!!! We don’t exactly know if Wing was a kid when Bisky taught him nen since she refers to most people younger then as kids but the idea that she was extremely influential in his earlier years and has that older adult figure role in his life makes the idea of shipping them just.. it makes my skin crawl tbh ^^|||

Also there’s a HUGE age difference with Bisky being 57 and Wing being in his early 20s.

Gingkite (Ging x Kite/Kaito)

Again w the teacher x student guys… the same reasons as with Wisky expect we know for a fact that Ging met and started training Kite when he was a teenager! Makes this extra icky.

Again with the age difference! Ging is in his 30s I think maybe 40s? And Kite is in his early 20s. Pretty big age gap!!!

Any incestous Zoldyck ships

The fact that I even have to state this… dude… c’mon…. Incest is NOT cool chat!!

Any ships between the siblings? DISGUSTING!!

Between the kids and the parents? GRODY!!

Between Zeno and his grandkids? OUTRAGEOUS!!

This isn’t even just limited to the Zoldyck family dude… Mito x Ging is a thing apparently…

Any Child x Adult

Again… why do I need to state this… shipping adults x children is WEIRD!!! And NOT OK!!!

Hisoka x Gon? GROSS!!

Killua x Illumi? DOUBLE GROSS!! INCEST IS ALSO NOT OK.

Killua x Machi? STILL GROSS!!!!

Please if you ship canon children with adults… please… just get off my page :^

Merupouf (Meruem x Shaiapouf)

Gonna be so fr w you guys… I used to ship this… i thought they were funny :’) I’VE RECOVERED DW!!! (/lh)

Uh yeah so the power dynamic is really erm!!! /neg I genuinely cannot go into detail about how toxic they are but I’ll try to summarize… Pouf has like a perfected version of Meruem in his head as the king but when Meruem starts to change for the better he rejects it and thinks he knows what’s best for the king and shit!!! Also Meruem treats his Royal guards like shit (at the beginning) their relationship gets only slightly better towards the end but it’s still abusive!!!

Also my friend pointed out that the Royal guards exist solely for Meruem. Like they are Meruem and Meruem only. Everything is for him and that adds like a super fucked up dynamic to this ship…

Also forgot to mention earlier, ANTCEST. All the chimera ants came from the same mom so shipping them is really weird even if they don’t all see eachother as siblings

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Ok so that’s all I can think of rn… please try to understand that this is MY interpretation and perception of these characters. It is ok if this is not how you see these characters, but it is how I see them.

[xoxo-go-piss-girl]

In the middle

Stan x Kenny x reader

NSFW, threesome, mildly rough

You want to hook up with your ex, so you ask your boyfriend.

Go listen to the song in the middle by Dodie, that’s what I based this off of!!

Grinning to yourself as you knew you were about to make a huge mistake, but it felt fine. Maybe it was the drinks, or the fact that your roommate was making out with a random guy next to you, but you texted your boyfriend, Stan.

Y/N: so, how mad would you be if I said we should both fuck my ex?

Shoving your phone back into your pocket, you push your way to the bar to get yet another drink. Sweaty bodies everywhere, some club remix of an Usher song blared over the speakers. After a couple of minutes of gripping onto the sticky counter, you were able to yell your order. While you were waiting, you felt your phone buzz.

Stan: depends, if I get to pick maybe

Rolling your eyes and breathing out a chuckle, you think as you hand the bartender your card, pay and grab your drink.

Y/N: fine, but just make sure they aren’t gay or dating someone LOL

Y/N: want his number when you pick or do I need to pull it together

You grin a little as you sip your drink and dance, waiting patiently but being hyper aware of every time your phone goes off for a response. For a Friday night you were feeling quite adventurous, and you had quite the list of exes for him to choose from.

Stan: so basically I can pick any of them except Craig

Y/N: yeah basically, might need to fact check on some but whoever, I think best shot is Kenny but ik you guys are friends

Stan: Kenny

Y/N: ….you sure? I don’t want things to be weird, I think he’s here rn want me to get him?

Stan: yes. Omw.

Almost as if on cue you look up and there’s your ex, Kenny, trying to get some girls to buy him a drink. That’s when you walk over and just grab his arm. Pulling his head down to you mouth, you yell, “What do you want I’ll get it.”

“Bud light, what’s up?” He yells back, to which you make a face.

“Ew if I’m getting you a beer I’m getting you a good one, how broke do you think I am?” You joke as you shrug, holding out your card to get the bartenders attention again. You end up ordering him what he asked for, moving his hands to your hips as you wait for it.

Once you get his drink you hand it to him, and turn facing him and putting your arms around his neck. He was confused but wasn’t pushing you off, knowing how you were when you were drunk.

“Did you break up with Stan or something?” He asks and you shake your head, “No, actually speaking of, wanna come home with us?”

This seemed to really peak his interest, and all he says is, “as in like fuck? Like both of you? At the same time? What do the two of us even have in common other than the same friend group?”

You just give this shit eating grin and say, “your taste in women, obviously, plus he knows blondes have more fun, pretty boy. So yes or no?”

He seems to consider it a little more, and just ends up pressing his lips onto yours, pulling you closer. Running his hands through your hair you sigh into the kiss, his lips tasted like cheap beer and lime. You pull away just for a minute to get out a “so yes?”

He just grins down at you and mumbles, “what do you think?”

You grin up at him, and pull him back in, this time getting a little more aggressive with the kiss, biting his bottom lip and trailing down his neck, biting at it. After what felt like forever, and Kenny’s hands everywhere they shouldn’t be in public, you felt your phone buzz.

Stan: here

You grab Kenny’s hand and lead him out, dragging him through the crowd going out into the night air and stumbling to your boyfriend’s car. Opening the back door, you push the tall blonde in, close the door and then get into the passenger seat.

“Hey babyyyy” you sing out, kissing Stan on the cheek with a grin, of course Stan ends up pulling you in for an actual kiss, making you smile.

“Oh shit I gotta tell people you got me-“ you giggle out as you text the group you came with that Stan had picked you up, and you were safe.

The drive home was as steamy as it could get, of course there were expectations so no one got hurt by the end of the night, but at this point you realized those two boys wanted you beyond dead.

“Anything I’m not allowed to do?” Kenny more directs towards Stan as you lean your head on him, to which he shakes his head, “You know her, you know me, let’s not make this a one and done thing.” Stan replies as he puts the car in park.

You grin, feeling yourself start to sober up but in the best way where lust just starts to take over. You didn’t even think you’d make it inside from how this was starting. Looking up from your phone to find the two boys making out messily, hands in each others hair. To even things out you start to bite at Stan’s neck, being sure to leave a few marks, and you start to palm him through the sweatpants he had on.

“Fuck, we gotta go now-“ Stan groans out looking at you, and you just nod, opening the car door suddenly to be pulled into Kenny again, kissing him.

Wrapping your legs around his waist he starts walking you up to Stans apartment, which both of you knew pretty well. You grip onto him tightly as Stan unlocks the door, walking in first as you get off Kenny and kick it shut.

“I told you stop dressing so slutty for the clubs babe you’re gonna keep bringing random men home…” Stan mumbles with a grin as he starts getting your top off, Kenny unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down.

“He’s right, baby, you’re not supposed to be fucking me anymore; remember?” He mumbles as he kisses down your neck, starting to bite at your shoulders and grab at your chest.

You just smile lazily and just say, “Kenny’s not a random man he’s clean I promise, you seem to like kissing him anyways…” you smile as you push their heads together, making them start to kiss again, Kenny pressed against your back and Stan your front.

You knew you’d be brainless by the end of this, but god you couldn’t help it, you were so excited. Getting on your knees, you pull down Stan’s pants and underwear and start to get to work. You start by gently kissing at his tip, using some spit when you wrap your lips around him. Before you knew it his hands were holding your head in place as he face fucked you, tears picking at your eyes. When he was satisfied, he turned your head to Kenny, who didn’t let you have much of a break and pushed himself into your mouth. Stan held your hair back and coaxed, “what a good girl, this is what you wanted right? Two cocks at once? One just isn’t enough for my baby hm?”

You were already so fuzzy brained and still had your panties and bra on. When Kenny finally stopped for a minute, drool was practically down your neck and you look up. Your makeup was already so messed up, and you just whine, “I worked so hard on my makeup and you messed it up….”

Kenny just smirks at you as he pulls you up, “trust me it looks so much better now, doesn’t it?” He looks to Stan, who just stares and nods, pulling you into him.

“So much better, baby, I’ll help you fix it before we continue do you want that?”

Of course you knew there was no point but something about the idea of even messier makeup turned you on even more, so you just nodded lazily and dug the light pink lipstick and black eyeliner out of your purse.

Sitting you on the counter, Stan got to work on the lipstick, “I bet this will go on better if I kiss it on her, what do you think, Ken?” He says with a smirk, the blonde just nods as he starts to put more eyeliner on, being sure to put plenty on so it ran later.

“Oh absolutely, but we better both kiss it on to make sure it get all the way on” he says as he puts his arms around Stan, kissing his cheek.

So, that’s what they did, each boy placed the light pink lipstick on, and pulled you in, kissing you. By the end of each makeout session, your lipstick was smeared everywhere, your bra was off and your hair was beyond messed up.

“What a pretty girl, pretty girls don’t walk anywhere let me carry you…” Stan says as he picks you up, kissing you as he carries you to his room, Kenny following in suit. Gently placing you on the bed, he goes to his bedside table and gets out lube, stroking himself with it and handing it to Kenny.

Of course the blonde knew he didn’t need it for what he was about to do to your poor pussy.

“Aw you’re so messy, let me fix that…” he sings out as he gets on his knees and starts to eat you out like he would never get to taste you again.

Of course you came not one, not two but three times, you didn’t even realize your head was on Stan’s chest as he gently worked your hand to his cock. You were so brain dead at this point, you could even think as you gently stroked and got out the words, “my mouth”

Stan just smirks at Kenny, and he then gently says, “you need to ask nicely, what do you say if you want to get face fucked princess?”

You tried so hard to get the words out but your brain was complete putty. You just just putty in the boys hands at this point but you say, “face fuck?” And look innocently at Stan, who looks at you expectantly as if to keep going, “please? I’ll be good, I’ve been good please face fuck me…” you beg as he just looks at you and gives you a sloppy kiss, “whatever my baby wants, open…” he says as he lines himself up and pushes himself into your mouth.

With Kenny still eating you out and Stan in your mouth you came again, drool starting to leak down your neck, your eyeliner running and lipstick smudged. When you could feel your legs shaking, Kenny finally stopped, leaving you melting into the mattress.

“She’s just as amazing as I remember, want to taste?” Kenny says into Stan’s neck, which you look up to them making out, and Stan humming out a ‘mmm’. Neither of them to be tiring out, you were going to die, that would be it. They wanted to kill you. You should’ve known better than to ask your boyfriend, who was already a freak, to add your ex, who was crazier than your boyfriend in bed. Pushing your hair out of your face Stan just looks down at you, finally pulling out of your mouth, “You thought you’d be able to do it hm? You’re already gone, stop thinking pretty just take it, you don’t need to think.”

You just nod, your eyes completely glazed over as you look up at the two boy, Stan gently moving to your hands and knees, “you want my cock?” He asks gently as you just look at Kenny, and just keep nodding, as if trying to get the blonde to speak for you, but he just says, “so cute, you need to use your words baby, he doesn’t understand that.”

You want to cry out of frustration, you couldn’t think of the words, you kept trying to move closer to Stan but you could tell he wouldn’t until you used your words.

Kenny could tell, and just said, “you can do it baby, just say yes, remember?” He gently caresses your cheek and you nod, eventually saying “yes, please?” Looking at Kenny with doe eyes as you grab onto him.

The blonde just nods at Stan as if to say, ‘go ahead’ “good girl! He’s big do you want to hold my hand?” You just nod and lean into him as Stan pushes himself into you, it has this painful pleasure, and you squeeze Kenny’s hand.

“F-fuck-“ Stan groans out as he starts to move, faster and faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as Kenny kisses you messily and sweetly.

“Oh good girl, you’re doing so good, okay are you ready? Open.” He say to you as you open your mouth, both boys fucking you, you could feel them getting close and you were too. Suddenly you felt a salty sweet shot go down your throat and warm cum paint your insides. The three of you collapse in an ecstatic heap on the bed, electricity filling the air.

Being sandwiched between both sticky and sweaty boys you were so tired, but yet so content.

-aftercare-

You wanted to just sleep, you were exhausted, but despite the two boys being exhausted they sat you up, and helped you walk to the bathroom.

“You need to go pee and clean up, we’ll help you okay?” Stan says gently as he turns the shower on.

You sleepily protest, but your legs were too tired stand on your own. Kenny lets you lean on him and Stan gets your makeup remover out, taking off all the smudged makeup.

“Close your eyes I’m taking off your makeup.” Stan says and you just sleepily close them, cuddling into Kenny as Stan removes all the makeup from your face.

Both boys help stand you up and you get into the shower.

They clean you up and dry you off, of course they cleaned themselves up as well. Everyone getting into sleeping clothes, Kenny and Stan just in their boxers, you in a tshirt and panties, you all comfortably get into bed and go to sleep.

[kleefkruid]

Wanna ask this girl out but am kind of scared of it completely changing my life (am a girl also). Like I keep thinking abt her but keep questioning if it’s the right choice (ooo two girls, what would people/family think? Scary! ://)

I can’t tell you what the people will think. They think a lot of things (and presume even more) Some will think sexual things, some will think you’re just roomies cutting cost by sharing a bed (real story about my first landlord) and plenty of people don’t really think about it at all. Besides the obvious questions of safety and security, you just kinda accept that some people fundamentally don’t like you for that, but there’s a lot more people on the planet than that group.

When I started my first relationship with a girl, it did feel life changing (and scary). Looking back, did it change my life? Yeah. And no. Some things that felt enormous didn’t matter after a while and small incremental events fundamentally changed me as a person.

I did wonder if it would make me feel ‘more gay’ like whoa now I’m the real thing I am doing it!! But honestly the Gay kinda fluctuates. Sometimes we were very gay about it and sometimes I kind off forgot about it until someone was like “you’re dating a GIRL??” And I’d be like oh right, I am doing that. Crazy shit.

And at the end of the day you’ll still argue whose turn it is to do the dishes. And you’ll say shit that makes you sound like your mum. And the butterflies feel the same. Only difference is that sometimes you have to write down your partners name and the clerk will say “oh I’ve never met a guy named Veronica!”

No straight up advice here, besides maybe: just because you ask a girl out, doesn’t mean you have to tell everyone. There’s no disclosure law about that. Take your time, make them earn it.

And now get scared about the actual asking out part that’s the real scary thing here like have you seen women

[galaxycunt]

lol

learned about a so called “bi cycle” where u kinda go thru ur attractions to people so now I’m like hm see this is why Catholics keep things to ourselves bc it’s like…I don’t know if I ever experienced attraction to men just by going off what straight women say about men lol

and then it’s like oh I thought I was a homo back in 5th grade when I learned what that actually was bc I cried when my friend didn’t wanna kiss me as a joke and she avoided me for a week lmao

and also…I liked dating boys online more and always picked a guy to crush on and I was like well next step to to date him so then I’d be like hey ur my bf now

And I lost my virginity young and hated it and had a secret gf and we had sex and I loved it and I was like whoa is that what’s sex is like?? And then avoided sex with guys for awhile bc I was like haha…I was jk? here do it this way (the way I had it with girls don’t worry abt it guy)

and then like I dated girls and I felt like such a rush I don’t know if I ever got from dating boys but it’s been so long idk lol but I remember that intense feelings and then dumping girls bc I was like haha I’m straight actually it made me feel funny I’m going now bye

And then when guys told me they liked me without me picking them first??? I hated it!! Made me squirm.

And so now leaves me with Evan and it’s like ugh idk we’re so distant now and I dated him at first bc I was like cool this has a time limit I want to leave Eugene after college and we never did that and I never left bc rent was so cheap here and ha ha…idk

I think I’m just depressed and not happy and I feel like my whole life something’s been wrong with me and I’m not sure what and maybe I am gay but yeah I saw that tv glow movie and I was like ah hm.

And like what advice can tumblr give anyway? What if I’m not happy with a gf in the end either? Evan hasn’t done anything wrong I don’t think so no need to push him away. But I just feel so bleh and every time I try to make some romance happen it falls flat and he doesn’t seem all that into it

And it’s like hey man wanna like plan a date for once and he won’t bc he’s like what if I pick the wrong thing and I’m like we been together so long you should know shouldn’t you?

shouldn’t he?

Anyway crying in my office hahahaha

[vileviale]

why am I just discovering Pink Floyd at 19 at midnight I’m such a loser I have the music taste of a middle schooler and I found this kid who I really liked and then I found out he was already dating someone and he referred to them as his partner which probably means he’s gay which doesn’t change anything but he’s the strangest dude I’ve met in a while first of all he’s a lot smarter than me and it makes me feel embarrassed so I act dumber around him and that makes me feel better about myself for some reason idk I’ve just always been the smart one so it feels weird secondly he likes to go to these like abandoned buildings and sit on ledges that are like 40 stories high with his friend and he showed me these breath taking pictures and that’s when I realized I’m mediocre at everything and I’m so plain when this whole time I thought I was the coolest person alive and he’s got this long hair that I just wanna brush cause it looks so brushable I bet I could put a nice braid in it too but that’s wrong to say cause that’s for his partner to do or something but if you saw his hair you’d think the same thing and I fell in love with him when he was explaining halbach arrays to me and then realized he didn’t know what he was talking about and I think that’s so funny and he’s got this real funny laugh don’t worry I’m like super respectful I just gotta talk about this dude bc he’s so weird when I first saw him he had duct tape on the corner of his glasses like what a fucking nerd he’s got nice hands too and he likes indie folk music like me well who doesn’t but dammit after he showed me those crazy pictures where he was dangling off skyscrapers I realized I couldn’t show nothing cool about myself but the bad thing is this bitch does not like fiction he isn’t into any novels or movies or nothing and I just. Idk need a confidence boost so anyways back to Pink Floyd he says he say cool graffiti of some of the albums in a storm drain and that’s when I remembered I’ve only listened to like one of their songs also he’s got adhd and is dyslexic so we always are talking and getting distracted and it so much fun but yeah I’m listening to Pink Floyd rn and it’s ok I can see why people like it so much it’s like the Beatles but more dramatic and rockish and it’s got this very abstract psychedelic feeling? I should go to bed oh also he’s helping me with my project and he laughs at my jokes. But maybe he thinks I’m an idiot idk okokokok brain calm down it’s not all that why do you always do this to yourself all the creepy guys and girls try to go after you and all the cool people are in a relationship

[seattlesellie]

this is super random (also this is my first msg to u hi <3) and i’m honestly asking this generally to anyone else who also happens to read this, but recently i’ve realized my sexual orientation and come to the conclusion that i’m like REALLY attracted to women (as a woman myself ofc). so obv this made me also think abt how someday i’m gonna have to tell ppl close to me abt this but i’m literally losing my mind cause i’m NAWT vulnerable especially w/ my parents 😭 and also i just now was watching a tiktok live that was full of homophobic ppl and whenever i see that on the internet, it makes me wanna go deeper in the shell (or closet lmao) that i already am in. like it makes me realize how many horrible ppl there are that won’t accept smth so simple (i’m also very emotional as u can see 😍) so like tbh i’m not sure what i’m seeking here but ig i’m just curious if u or anyone else has felt like this/what helped u come out? like it’s so hard for me to be open and as someone who recently graduated and is going to uni, in a completely diff country alone, i’m gonna have more freedom and if i were to date another girl, it’d feel unfair to my parents if i didnt say anything prior abt my identity. ik they’re also very supportive, which i’m thankful for, but i just HATEEE vulnerability. idk man :( it’s also very weird finally realizing more abt myself. it makes me SO happy yet so so so scared? aarrghh idk sorry abt this long message, u seem like the nicest person and this place feels safe, so i just felt like i could ask/find some kind of relatability. 💗 sorry again for this long ass rant LOLS 🌟

okokok im gonna tell u my coming out story because i can awfully relate to this ?? n adding a read more cos this is so long sorry <333 🤧

literally knew i liked girls my entire life and like suppressed the shit out of it. would try and date guys all throughout highschool and would feel so terrible afterwards… but like you, i was super uncomfortable with that type of vulnerability and also barely had any gay friends, let alone any gay female friends. so i spent my life just thinking im gonna be in the closet forever !! until i met my now ex gf, she would constantly be sleeping over— but i did the classic thing of telling my parents she was just my new best friend, until one day my dad was like… be so fr rn are you two dating. like you said, my parents are also very liberal and supportive (especially my dad), but still— it made me panic and drop a mug and deny deny deny !! then, after being together for like 6 months it was incredibly hard to hide it, and obvs she felt super uncomfortable bc i was super closeted and she was super out. so i kind of had to come out to my parents (i hid under a blanket and told them i have an important thing to say n then they already somehow knew). my parents and i literally never talked about these things like my mom didn’t even know about my first kiss or literally NOTHING about me, we didn’t have that type or relationship at all so i can relate to u so hard !!but like here’s the thing— i don’t think it would be unfair to your parents, this is your story to tell and you should do it when you feel comfortable enough, and if it takes you dating a girl for that then so be it. you shouldn’t worry about other peoples feelings about this, as this is yours to tell and not theirs! as long as you’re in a safe environment, coming out can truly be such a big fucking relief !! like that absolute weight that drops out of your chest is so so freeing. if the people who are close to you love you— they will accept you. if they won’t? truthfully, they don’t deserve u and never have. about the homophobia, its always going to be here, unfortunately for us hateful and bigoted people will always exist, and that can be extremely stressful and painful, which is why surrounding yourself with people from your own community is so so important and necessary. uni is such a good place to do that !! so many new people to meet and especially queer people to surround yourself with !! i super understand your fears but the good things that happen after you come out— that feeling of no longer needing to hide yourself is so so worth it 💗💗💗💗

[cherryy-slushy]

I WILL NEVER FALL IN LOVE AGAIN- Jason Dean x Reader

TW: Violence, cheating, abuse (alcohol related), smut?, alcohol, drugging, using (using a person for something), bad mental health. (Also I may change to personal pronouns halfway through I apologise in advance.)

(I forgot to add in part 1 that this is set in current time LMAO sorry lads and that the way I’m imagining this is Jamie muscatos JD) Also I’m sorry if these are really short and not very well written 😭 Only experience I have with writing is essay writing when I was in secondary school… AND IF I ACCIDENTALLY SAY “mam” OR “lads” ITS BECAUSE IM IRISH AND I TEXT LIKE THAT SO ITS A HABIT SORRY 💀

Part 3

Part 2!

What did I really expect? That the super hot guy would completely ignore the pretty popular girl and go for a complete nobody like me? Pfft, don’t make me laugh. Veronica is gorgeous and I’m just bland. She’s popular and bubbly and I have like 4 friends and boring. She goes to party’s. I stay home and watch horror movies all night. Why am I surprised he likes her more? What I’m trying to say is IM JEALOUS. IM SO JEALOUS OF THAT GIRL. SHE WENT FROM LOSER TO LOVER ITS NOT FAIR.

After I left JD in the English classroom with Veronica I felt sick. Sick to my stomach. Like somebody just punched me in the gut and ripped it out.

I walked down the halls highly aware of everyone around me. I felt weird. Different. This can’t be normal. He’s just a teenage boy that I spoke to for half an hour.

A few seconds later I heard my name get called.

“Y/N!”

I looked back and saw half of my friend group waving me over.

We spoke for a bit before rushing off to 2nd period.

The class went by quick and next thing I knew I was sat at a table with my friend group in the cafeteria.

I was talking to my friend, Erica, and then heard obnoxiously loud laughing.

I turned to see who was making the annoying noise and was not surprised when I saw the 3 heathers and Veronica sat at the table watching Martha dunnstock open a letter and read it. The poor girl goes through hell because of them.

I watched as Martha got up and walked towards Ram Sweeney with the note in her hand. But before she got there Veronica swooped in front of her and started talking to her.

At least the girl has some sort of heart.

Martha then walked past Kurt and Rams table after a few minutes of talking to Veronica. The heathers were not happy.

I watch Veronica start to walk across the cafeteria back to the heathers.

Just then, when I turned around, I was greeted to J.D stood next to me at the side of my table.

“Hey”, he said with a small smile.

“Oh hey, how’s your first day going”, I replied politely with a small smile.

I seemed normal but inside I was screaming and felt like I was about to go bright red.

He was talking to me! He came to me instead of going over to attempt to get Veronica’s attention! Ohmigod Ohmigod OHMIGOD!

“It’s not too bad”, he said.

His gaze then slipped from me to somewhere else in the caf.

I looked to see where.

Of course, sawyer. It was so good to be true hey?

“Hey, what’s sawyers deal? Is she single?”, he asked.

I have two options.

I tell him the truth that Veronica’s single or..

I say she’s either dating someone or simply that I’m pretty sure she’s gay.

Ima go with the gay.

“Oh yeah I think she’s a lesbian”, I say trying to hide the giggle that’s trying to force its way out.

“Oh, right. That’s cool”, he says, clearly faking a smile.

I could tell her was disappointed but it’s giving me a chance I guess.

“Ya wanna sit here? There’s definitely enough room for you to sit here”, I say patting the bench next to me after moving up the bench a good bit.

“Oh, yeah sure”, he says with a tight smile.

I introduced him to my friends and then we went to talking about ms Fleming and her random bursts of energy in class.

Before I knew it the bell rang.

Fuck I have German.

“What’s your next class”, JD asked.

“German”, I said with a groan.

“Well it’s your lucky day because I have German too”, he smiles with a wink.

“Oh my god. Thank Jesus. Let’s go before Ms.Macy shits herself”.

I grab him and walk out of the cafeteria before Veronica can see him.

We spent the whole next class talking about movies.

Horror movies come up in the conversation.

“I can’t handle horror movies well”, I whisper to him.

“Awh come on they’re not that bad”, he whispers back with a breathy laugh.

“How bout after school today we go to my house and we watch one. Sound good?”, he asked.

IS THIS A DATE? No. You’re getting ahead of yourself Y/N calm down.

“Yeah I’m down. My moms working till pretty late anyways she won’t mind”, I say.

“Cool”, he replies with a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The school day past quicker than I expected. And next thing I knew I was sat on the back of JDs motorbike. I looked around me. He hadn’t started to drive yet.

“You feel safe enough there?”, he asked.

“I guess..”, I said shifting myself a bit.

“Wrap your arms around my torso when we start driving. And grab on tight”, he said looking back at me with a smile. He gave me a helmet.

“What about you? Aren’t you gonna wear one?”, I asked.

“No. I’m fine. I never wear it”, he said.

I gave a breathy laugh in reply.

In the corner of my eye I could see Veronica staring over. I looked at her and gave her a wave (just to be petty) but made it look real.

She gave a tight smile and waved back.

“Get ready”, he said booting up the bike.

I wrapped myself around him. Tight.

I smiled against his back. It’s not creepy right?

We drove through town really fast and ended up at his house.

I texted my mom to let her know I’d be home later today.

Hopefully she’s in bed when I get home.. I cant put up with her on Friday nights.

[colourful-void]

YAYAYYAYA.Congrats on finishing aitsf!!!! Who r your faves?

Thank!!!!!

Favs: Mizuki. Mizuki Mizuki Mizuki I love her so much so exactly my niche. I love lil girls who are violent I love how much she argues and causes trouble I love how she only expresses how much she cares under twelve layers of jokes and teasing.

Aiba too I adore her so much she’s so stupid and silly and smart and fun and I adore her. I love her jokes I love how much she cares about people even as an ai, I love how she riffs with Date so well. Her and Mizuki. They’re easily my top two.

Honestly I really love Date too tbh he’s the worst and I love him. I am Petty I do prefer him blonde tho. I’m aware of the narrative significance of his true appearance but the ponytail was cute. He’s a bit more iffy for me depending on the route, but his stuff in Mizuki route is just so good. (Which makes it. Frustrating when he isn’t there for her in other routes. What the hell man.)

Boss is also a fav SHES so interesting and funny. I love her eclectic room and dedication to Date. Also I’m gay. So. That.

Honestly I think all the characters were pretty solid and I liked them a lot! Even the bit characters were interesting, like the mermaid was sweet, and I love Kagami. The villains are Fun to hate! I woulda wanted to see more on Shoko tbh, for the woman whose murder starts all this we really don’t know much about her. Not that I think anything would excuse her treatment of Mizuki, but I think it’s clear there were other factors at play. (She wasn’t just Evil.), and I wanna see more of that…

Yeah!!!

[massivechildtidalwave]

things heard in my freshman year OF MARCHING BAND

I feel like a sassage 

Shame is powerful, if something isn’t listening to you shame them.

Today we are talking about who has the best shakes and if you say Zach after a bad rep your cut

“You can get anything at Buckys” “you can’t get Coc-“ 

“Everybody cLap your hands!” “Clap his cheeks”.  ….”sorry what.”

“I’m a fetus!”

“Come on everyone were doing foundations outside. If we all gather into the dry spot we can do it!”

“The IRS has hired 80 new agents, everyone let’s not pay our taxes! Make them do their jobs”

“Wanna see his toe pics” “shows a colorgaurd rifle.”

“Yeah! You bumped me during lunch! Your hair touched me! YEAH!”- homecoming court”

“God forgive me for the jokes I have made they weren’t good”

“The only thing I throw is throw down” “the only thing I throw is when I throw my life away” 

“You already have a hole so let’s just make it bigger” throws Someone on the ground after seeing a small hole in their uniform.

“ I hate it but my brother is getting married” 

“I don’t hate that he’s getting married I just hate that he isn’t going to be here”

“They installed a stereo in my head”

“Pick them up! if a tuba smashes a low g it’s going to die”

“No! We are not “All in this together” we are playing symbols!”

“The keys are made of wood, so they can break easily. That’s why we need to wrap them- “as easy as the resonators disconnect?”

“We don’t want to see Pinocchio in there!”

“If lying would cause your #### to get bigger like Pinocchio’s nose” 

“ I would lie all the time-“ “No honey I didn’t sleep with the neighbor”

“We’ll wait for the hallways to clear out… and for Jacob to stop kissing his girlfriend in the Hallway

“(Our school names) front ensemble featuring the winds!”

“Where’s Jeniah Jean, the real loud voice of the southeast “

“One day this movie will be studied, shrek was a cultural reset”

“I am waiting to yell at someone. If an adult does something At universal, I’m screaming at them. Hey sir there are teenagers! I don’t like how you are looking at those girls sir.”

“What you think you are, a dollar store Chris brown”

“ can we just forfeit” “everyone get sick at the same time”

“Band is a cult” 

“You were watching porn on the bus!”

“You were showing pornhub on your screen”

“Shes the person who would be like “is this chloroform?”

“ they wouldn’t know how to spell drum if it was in their birth certificate”

“She’s five four with shoes on, has four ear precings, is dating Trey’s brother.” “Wait what” 

“Could be a white superemist”

“ could you not I got hit by a golf club when I was a child.”

“ suck my right nut and make my left nut jealous.” 

“If your gay and you know it clap your hands!”

“One time it was raining so hard people got out their shampoo and conditioner and took showers in the rain. I was one of those people so..”

“He said ‘you live in the Arby’s dumpster’l

“We should start adding slay bells to pep tunes.”

“No you don’t want to give that to her, she had an eating disorder that makes her eat inanimate objects. She’d eat the lid” the girl-“and the plume and the box and this hat” “that’s a lot of violence”

“My (short study period nicknamed free the school mascot for freshman) class is super racist” “this class isn’t much better.”

“The donuts are there if you want to sample them at your own risk”

The door is closed “this calls for skipping”

“ I don’t see Seth. You know that may be because of he’s height… sorry that joke just wrote itself”

“If you were wearing a Nike shirt we would be asking when are you going to just do it right”

[junkdayz]

PILLOW TALK

reader x Femboy Dosie (Purple Kiss)

College!AU, Roomates!AU, some Smut!

(lowkey gave up on this and idk why)

Tags: male reader, gay sex, genderbent, femboy, male on male, breeding kink, CMNF, (lots of) cock stroking, creampie, passionate sex, ass sniffing, quickie, (a little) rimjob, switching

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It was a placid Friday evening. My roommate dosie and I were spending it the way we always did: sitting on our couch with our feet on the coffee table. I was watching TV, while dosie was scrolling on his phone while toying with short black hair.

His girly hairstyle was the first, but definitely not the last, of his many feminine features. When I moved in with him, he instantly noticed I was surprised by the fact he looked more like… well, a girl, than a boy. He was a “sissy”, he’d explained, the bovine equivalent of a femboy.

I also use the cowboy emoji a lot, but that’s unrelated , he’d said.

“Wanna hang out tonight?” he asked.

I opened my mouth to answer, but before any sound could escape it, my phone buzzed against the glass surface of the coffee table. Beep-beep-boop! It chimed. dosie recognized the custom sound for chaein, the girl I’d been dating for the past two months.

“You’re still seeing her?!” He asked, bewildered.

“Of course, why do you sound so surprised?”

“She checks on you once every two weeks. Don’t you think that’s… suspicious?”

“She just wants to take it easy, man. When we started dating she had just broken up with her long time boyfriend.”

Beep-beep boop! I grabbed the phone. chaein wanted us to dine at a really fancy restaurant tonight, and she wanted to do it with a beautiful red dress she’d bought that day. It looks beautiful, doesn’t it? I better it’d look even better on my floor…

“Pfft.” dosie scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It isn’t nice to peep at other people’s screens. But since you have, I suppose you can guess I’m gonna need the apartment tonight.”

“Yeah, sure. You’re gonna need it alright, just like every other time you spent a fortune to take her out and she refused to come in.”

“I’m not denying she’s a high-maintenance girl, but she’s worth it. Have you seen her?”

“Oh, I have.” He said through his teeth. “I’ll just go to the club with my friends, you have fun here.”

The disapproval on dosie’s face turned to pity when he came back to find me lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling with my hands joined at my chest. Catatonic, almost.

“I take it she found an excuse not to come in, uh?” He said, sitting by my side. “She’s just leading you on, sweetie.”

“No. She just… didn’t feel like it was right, yet. I just have to try harder.”

“Man, I may be a cow, but you’re the one getting milked here.” He sighs. “No matter how shittily she treats you or how many times I warn you, you’ll never give up on her, right?”

“Nope.”

“Let it be known I did not want to do this, but my hand was forced.”

He offered me his phone and I got up to a sitting position to take it. The screen was so bright it took me a second to focus those splotches of color into a picture, but I wished I hadn’t done it. Because it was a picture of chaein, with her ex-boyfriend, having a coffee at the place where dosie worked as a waiter. It was followed by a second picture of them extending over the table to kiss.

“I think I’m going to cry.” I said, tears already streaming down my cheeks. “I’m a moron, am I not?”

“Oh, sweetie,” dosie said, caressing my back and patting my thigh. “I didn’t want to hurt you, but… you had to know. You are such a great dude, I know you deserve a woman who will give you all you deserve and more.”

“Thanks… really. Thank you.”

“You deserve a woman who’ll love you. Or… you know… maybe not a woman.”

“What do you mean?”

He scooted closer to me, so close I could feel the air exhaling from his snout. “Maybe… a guy could be good for you? A femboy, even?”

I looked into his eyes, which were as big and pleading as a puppy’s trying to get picked out of the litter.

“I like you, more than chaein ever could. I’ve liked you for a long time, and I know I could treat you the way you deserve. I know you could treat me the way I deserve, as well, and I’d never take advantage of you..”

I can barely parse the words coming out of his mouth. First, chaein cheated on me, now my best friend is trying to date me. I feel like a boxer that took one too many blows to the head.

“dosie, I like you too.” I say, and he lights up. I wince, knowing what’s next. “But just as a friend.”

“But–but–” he staggers as I take his hand off my chest and hold it gently. “No buts. It’s fine. It’s cool. I’m sorry for pushing it on you right now. It was pretty scummy of me, that’s true….”

“Woah! Calm down.” Now he was the one crying. I took a tissue out of the box on the table to wipe away his ruined makeup. “You’re not garbage, and I’m very flattered you like me that way. It’s just that I’m not gay, you know?”

“I–I know. It’s just that I had to shoot my shot. You understand, right?”

“I do. Wanna watch trashy 2AM reality tv and eat ice cream to feel better?”

He nodded.

And so we spent the rest of our night cuddled up together on the couch while we both could still feel the grooves of our tears on our cheeks. He used my chest as a pillow, which made me think about how we were always touching and holding each other, almost as if we’d already been a couple the whole time. It certainly wasn’t a level of intimacy I could have mustered for anyone except him. He was very special to me, and I did like him a lot.

But liking him was only one part of the puzzle, right? If we started dating, I’d have to do much more than just hang out with him, or hold his hands, or even kiss him. I would have to love him the way he wanted and deserved to be loved, and I didn’t know if I was capable of that.

dosie had fallen asleep on me and was drooling all over my shirt. I chuckled quietly, not wanting to wake him up, and gently lowered his hand on the armrest so he could use it as a pillow. But as I was about to step away, he tugged at my pants.

“I’m here, if you change your mind. I’ll always be.”

And with that, he drifted back to sleep.

The following days, I couldn’t help but gravitate to him more and more. I always found myself stealing glances at him and wanting to be as close to him as possible. I laughed and smiled at everything he said even when it wasn’t funny at all. Most importantly of all, I wanted to touch him. My fingers itched to run through his hair and trace circles on his skin. I wanted to hold him tight to myself and feel his head on my chest just like that night. I wanted him , and I wanted his body, that fat plump ass even.

And so, the next time we were together watching TV, I asked:

“Would you like a foot massage?”

He looked surprised, but quickly went “Why not?” And hoisted his feet on my lap.

I caressed and worked the skin, even reaching under the stirrups of his white socks.

“Oh, I needed that. Work sucked today.” He said, then cooed in appreciation of my massage skills.

“Anything in particular that bummed you out?”

“I’m gonna be extremely petty and tell you… there’s this girl who always orders the biggest, sugariest frappé we have. Every day. And she’s so thin! It’s so unfair, dude.I have to work so hard to look the way I do while Miss Sweet Tooth gets to have her frappé and eat it too.”

“I’m sure she didn’t look even half as good as you do.”

“Oh.” He raised one eyebrow. “And how are you so sure?”

“Because you’re vastly prettier than ninety-nine percent of women in circulation. Much prettier than the bitch I used to date, that’s for sure”

“You’re damn right! But I never thought I’d ever hear you say it.”

“I can be a bit slow sometimes. But I always get there.”

“Oh, do you, now? Words are cheap, mister. Actions are more important.” Having said that, he picked the remote off the coffee table and let it fall theatrically out of his hand.It rolled under the table. “Oops, I’m so clumsy”

He kneeled down and went on all fours to pick it back up, giving me a perfect view of his bubble-shaped ass. His slutty jeans shorts wrapped around it with vacuum tightness, and only the bottom curve of his cheeks peeked from under the blue fabric. Blood rushed to my crotch and my pants tented as my cock grew to full mast. Without even thinking twice, I raised my hand and slapped his ass as hard as I could, making his entire body jolt.

He crawled out from under the table with the corner of his black lips raised in a sly smile. “That wasn’t very straight of you.”

“Maybe I don’t feel very straight.”

I spread my legs to show him how my hard cock was tenting my pants. His eyes went wide seeing my raging erection, and he slid over to me so he could caress my inner thigh and whisper into my ear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it with more confidence, buddy. If you flip flop and break my heart after this, let’s say it won’t be the only thing that’s broken after I’m done with you.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I want to–”

My phone chimed. Beep-beep-boop . Beep-beep-boop. Beep-beep-boop .

I picked it up to silence it, but in doing so the notifications popped up on the screen anyway.

It was just a moment of weakness. I was actually telling him to never see me again. I tried to explain it to your sissy cow bitch. He said I don’t love you as much as he did. You understand what he’s doing, right? He’s pushing us apart because he’s envious of me. Of us.

Please forgive me.

“That’s not true.” dosie said, looking at me with pleading puppy eyes and lowered ears. “I would never sabotage you. Please don’t listen to her. Please–”

“dosie, I know. Don’t worry.”

I dropped my phone on the rug and myself onto my beautiful roommate. My face met his as we had our very first kiss. I pulled him by the waist so that his tongue could have free rein in my mouth. He explored it eagerly, as if he wanted to taste every corner of it. We only unlocked when we couldn’t breathe anymore, a single bridge of saliva connecting my lips to his snout.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.”

“You are beautiful to me… and to everybody else, hell. I just couldn’t see it before. Now, will you turn around for me?”

He did so without a word, putting his elbows on the armrest, chest down, ass up. His breathing was short and ragged, and his whole body shook ever so slightly, eagerly awaiting my next move. My heartbeat drummed in my ears. This was the moment of truth. I’d thrown myself into it headfirst, and if I ended up hurting him, I would never be able to forgive myself.

I grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, revealing the cutest, pinkest asshole I’d ever seen and a fat plump round bubble booty. Under it, a plump, smooth taint, from which hung his ballsack. His testicles were huge and filled it perfectly, shaping it into a tasty-looking peach that made my mouth water. His cock sprouted from it, a half-hardened and still glowing slab of shining dark meat. It surprised me to find out that dosie was more hung than me. It surprised me even more that it just made my cock even harder, so hard my head spun. I didn’t simply want him, I needed him. I cursed myself for not realizing it earlier.

“I’m sorry, that part of me isn’t very cute.” dosie apologized. I spent so much time basking in the beauty of his cock he must have thought I was hesitating. “Never mind what I said before, it’s okay if you wanna stop now. Just—“

Not wanting to hear him be self-conscious even for one more second, I dived forwards and wrapped my lips around his testicles. They easily slipped through my eager lips and inside my hungry mouth.

“Oh my god!” dosie bellowed, and then began groaning and moaning as I sucked his balls and milked his fat, throbbing bull-cock. I only took pauses from painting his cumtanks with my spit to tongue his asshole open.

“Stop, please, stop! I’m gonna…”

His sack tightened and his cock quaked as piping hot cum sped through his shaft and shot all over our couch. I’d stopped pumping him, but dosie needed more stimulation to truly enjoy his orgasm, and so he rutted with my hand-hole, making me spurt precum in my boxers as I observed, as if hypnotized, his balls slapping against my fist each time he thrusted in.

Having fully emptied himself, dosie breathed heavily to replace all the air he’d expelled with his pleasured moaning. His ass was still high up in the air, spread wide, and his asshole winked at me, beckoning me further, murmuring that it was my turn to feel good.

I was so excited I fumbled my belt buckle over and over, and it took all my concentration to undo it and let my trousers ball up to my knees. My cock had never been harder. Waves of excitement ran down my taint and up my spine. Every fiber of my body burned with the desire to make dosie mine. And so I mounted him.

“Please make me into your slut.” dosie begged while my cock prodded his entrance.

"Even better. I’ll make you my boyfriend." I say.

The tension in the air was palpable, a heady mix of desire and something more tender, something that made my chest ache with an unfamiliar longing. I could see it in Dosie’s eyes too—that same mixture of want and uncertainty, as if we were both standing on the precipice of something that could change everything.

When Dosie turned around, offering himself so openly, I felt a rush of emotions—desire, yes, but also a deep, aching need to protect, to cherish, to hold this moment in my heart forever. I stepped closer, my hands trembling slightly as they hovered over Dosie’s exposed skin. There was a part of me that wanted to take, to lose myself in the pleasure that I knew awaited us, but there was also a part of me that wanted to savor this, to make sure that every touch, every movement was filled with the care and affection that I felt but couldn’t quite put into words.

My hands finally made contact with Dosie’s skin, my touch gentle at first, almost hesitant, as if I was afraid that this moment might shatter if I wasn’t careful. But as I felt Dosie shiver under my touch, heard the soft intake of breath, something inside me shifted. I wanted to make this good for Dosie, to show him just how much this meant to me.

I leaned in, pressing my chest against Dosie’s back, my lips brushing against the nape of his neck as I whispered, “You’re incredible, you know that? I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you right now.”

I guided my cock between Dosie’s ass cheeks, the thick, slick shaft sliding easily into the tight, inviting space. I let out a low groan as the tip of my cock brushed against Dosie’s entrance, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through my body. It was a different kind of intimacy, one that spoke of trust and desire, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My grip on Dosie’s waist tightened as I increased the pressure, grinding my cock between those soft, firm cheeks. The slickness from the water and the previous encounters made every movement smooth and fluid, a rhythm that built in intensity with every passing second. I pressed my lips to Dosie’s ear, my voice low and rough. “You feel so good, Dosie… I can’t get enough of you.”

Yet there was a vulnerability in my words that surprised even me, a raw honesty that I hadn’t intended to let slip, but now that it was out in the open, I didn’t want to take it back. I wanted Dosie to know just how deeply I was feeling this, how much this moment meant to me.

As my hands traveled down Dosie’s sides, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed under my touch, I felt a surge of something close to tenderness. I wanted to make sure that every moment, every touch, was filled with the depth of my feelings. This wasn’t just about desire—this was about connection, about the unspoken bond that had been building between us for so long.

I positioned myself behind Dosie, my hands gripping his hips with a firm yet gentle hold. I could feel the tension in my own body, the overwhelming urge to lose myself in the heat and pleasure that awaited, but I forced myself to go slow, to make this as good for Dosie as I could.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” I whispered, my voice low and rough with emotion. “I want this to be perfect for you.”

My breath came out in ragged gasps as I felt Dosie press back against me, the heat of the moment pushing us both into a frenzy. The tension that had been simmering between us finally erupted, and my control slipped as I gripped Dosie’s hips harder, pulling him closer, aligning our bodies perfectly.

With a deep breath, I pushed forward, sliding my massive cock into Dosie’s tightness, the sensation almost overwhelming as I felt his body clench around me. The slick warmth of the shower only heightened the intensity, and I couldn’t hold back a groan as I began to move.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, the word almost lost in the steamy air around us. The sound of our bodies coming together echoed in the small space, a rhythmic, wet 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 as I thrust into Dosie with increasing fervor. The noise was lewd, almost obscene, but it only drove me further, the primal need to claim, to possess, overtaking me.

Each thrust was accompanied by the slap of skin against skin, a sharp, 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙆 as my hips met Dosie’s ass, his bubble butt bouncing back with every powerful movement. The wet, rhythmic sounds filled the stall, merging with the groans, moans, and the steady stream of water cascading down our bodies. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as I continued to drive into Dosie. My hands slid down to his waist, gripping him with bruising force as I quickened my pace, the rhythm of my thrusts growing more frantic. 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋—the sound was relentless, a testament to the urgency that neither of us could deny.

I could feel Dosie’s body trembling, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed in time with each thrust. My own breath was coming out in sharp, uneven bursts, my heart hammering in my chest as I lost myself in the feeling of Dosie wrapped around me.

With every plunge, I could hear the slick, wet noises of our bodies sliding against each other, the 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙋 of my balls against Dosie’s cheeks as I drove deeper. My foot found purchase on the cold tile of the shower wall, giving me extra leverage to drive into Dosie with even more intensity. My hips snapped forward in a rapid, demanding rhythm, each thrust pushing Dosie forward against the shower wall with a muffled grunt.

I slowed my pace, my breathing evening out as I focused on the sensation of sliding in and out of Dosie’s warmth. I gripped his hips, my thumbs massaging the firm flesh as I thrust steadily, each movement deliberate and deep. As I continued, my pace quickened once more. My breath caught in my throat as I picked up speed, the water from the showerhead creating a misty veil around us. My balls slapped against Dosie’s ass with a wet slapping sound, his fat cheeks jiggling with each thrust. “FUUUUUuuuuuck!!~” I groaned, my voice echoing in the shower. My hips snapped forward with renewed vigor, driving my thick cock deep into Dosie. “Take my fucking dick, bro~”

Dosie couldn’t help but shiver, my every move felt so tempting yet so affectionate. With every touch, every soft brush of my lips against his ear, Dosie felt loved, cherished, even worshiped. Whenever I praised him, he felt his hole twitching uncontrollably. There was something so sexy about the way I was pressing our bodies together, teasing his hole with the tip of my slicked cock in the best possible way. It hadn’t even started yet and Dosie was already weak on his knees, my cock felt so close yet so far. It was intoxicating, he felt like he needed me more than ever now.

As if I could hear his thoughts, I increased the pressure against his hole. It was finally it, Dosie’s nails dug into the wall with anticipation as he felt my cock slowly entering his most sensitive spot. His flesh parted while I made my way into the Korean bimbo, until my cock, still slick with saliva, was finally fully inside. Dosie’s breath caught in his throat, and he let out a desperate moan: he felt so full. Actually, he hadn’t had anything this big for such a long time that he needed to adjust to the size. But what truly mattered was that we were finally forming one, we were more intimate than ever.

This wasn’t only about some sort of primal instinct; it was about a connection. Something so strong that Dosie couldn’t quite put words on it. But whenever I caressed his waist, or kissed the back of his neck, or even praised him, he was shivering uncontrollably. This moment meant so much more than a hookup session to Dosie, and he was glad that I felt the same. Dosie started to relax under my gentle touch, nothing mattered anymore except the overwhelming urge to get fucked by me as soon as possible.

“It’s perfect,” Dosie whispered with a pleading tone. “Please, fuck me more. I want you so bad.”

To show him how much I actually wanted this, Dosie pressed his back against my chest. Forming one was not an option anymore; our bodies aligned in the most perfect way as if we had always been made to work together. I felt Dosie’s breath becoming shaky, and the grip on his waist growing stronger: it was finally about to begin.

The next second, my massive cock was rearranging his guts. The shower stall was invaded with a bunch of obscene sounds that made Dosie’s head spin: our moans, our wet skin coming together at each and every thrust, my balls slapping against his juicy bubble butt, my chest laid flush with his back. My lips were just short of his ear. I hoped its larger size would make it even easier for him to hear me moan straight into his brain as I chanted his name over and over and over. I pounded him hard and rhythmically until the muscles of my thighs hurt, and then I kept going, because I would not let my body stop me from showing my utter and total dedication to him. I know it couldn’t have been that long, but it felt as if I’d been breeding him for hours by the time I was truly too spent to keep going. My cock was aching to burst.

“Please cum inside,” he begged, “please never let me go.”

How could I say no to him? How could I not hilt myself down and explode against his prostate? I desperately poured my love for him inside of his body. Even though my brain knew it was impossible, my heart wanted to impregnate him. I inundated him with my love, and then we collapsed, exhausted. Our bodies tangled together on the couch, and we exchanged our I love you ’s once more.

But the day was still young. As soon as we recovered our forces, we had sex again, over and over. I tasted his dick and he tasted mine. We jerked each other off as we kissed deeply. I slammed his ass over the coffee table and had him ride me like the sissy he was.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and yet, amid the raw, primal passion, there was something profoundly tender in the way I held Dosie. Every thrust, every movement was infused with a deeper, almost reverent connection. I could feel it in the way my hands gripped his hips, in the way my breath hitched when I felt him clench around me.

As I continued to move, my pace became more deliberate, more thoughtful. The sheer pleasure of the moment was undeniable, but so was the profound sense of closeness that we shared. It wasn’t just about physical gratification; it was about something much more intimate, something that transcended words.

The warmth of the water cascading down our bodies created a veil of steam around us, a misty barrier that seemed to amplify the intimacy of the moment. My hands slid over Dosie’s skin, tracing the contours of his body with a reverent touch. Every caress, every stroke was a silent declaration of how much I cared for him, how much I wanted this to be more than just a fleeting encounter.

My lips brushed against the back of Dosie’s neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses that spoke of my deep affection. I could feel the tremors that ran through his body, the way he shivered with every touch, every kiss. It was as if my touch was awakening something deep within him, something that had been waiting to be touched, to be cherished.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his ear as I whispered, “You’re incredible, Dosie. You make me feel things I didn’t know I was capable of. I want you to know that this moment, this connection—it means everything to me.”

As my cock slid in and out of him, each movement was met with a mixture of passion and tenderness. I could feel the way Dosie’s body responded to me, the way he arched his back and pressed his ass against me, as if trying to draw me deeper. It was a dance of desire and devotion, a rhythm that was both urgent and patient.

My hands traveled up to his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded beneath my fingertips. I could sense the vulnerability in his body, the way he gave himself to me so completely, and it only deepened the connection between us. Every gasp, every moan was a testament to the trust we had built, to the bond that had grown between us.

The sounds of our bodies coming together, the wet, rhythmic slaps and the gasps of pleasure, were a soundtrack to our intimacy. But beyond the physical sensations, there was an emotional undercurrent that made this moment truly special. It was the way we communicated without words, the way our bodies spoke to each other in a language that was both primal and deeply emotional.

I could feel Dosie’s body trembling, his breaths coming in short, uneven bursts. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and yet, there was a sense of peace in the way we moved together. It was as if we were creating something beautiful, something that transcended the physical act and became a celebration of our connection.

Every thrust, every movement was a testament to how much I cared for him. I wanted this to be perfect for him, to show him just how much he meant to me. As I held him, my grip gentle but firm, I could feel the way his body relaxed under my touch, the way he let go of any remaining tension and allowed himself to be completely present in this moment.

The intimacy we shared was more than just physical—it was a profound connection that spoke of trust, love, and vulnerability. As I continued to move, my breath ragged and my body slick with sweat, I could feel the way Dosie responded to me, the way his body seemed to melt into mine.

In that moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of us, lost in a world of our own making, where nothing else mattered but the way we felt about each other. The pleasure was intense, but it was the emotional connection that made this moment truly unforgettable. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a reflection of how much I cherished him, how much I wanted this to be more than just a fleeting encounter.

The rush of emotions was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over us, pulling us deeper into the shared intensity of the moment. It wasn’t just the physical sensation of being inside Dosie that consumed me—it was the sheer emotional flood that accompanied every movement.

As I moved inside him, each thrust felt like a declaration, a desperate plea to merge our souls as completely as our bodies. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a rhythmic drum that matched the urgency of our coupling. My breath came in ragged bursts, each gasp a testament to the depth of my feelings. The steam from the water enveloped us, creating a cocoon that seemed to amplify every sensation, every touch. It was as if the world outside had ceased to exist, leaving only the raw, pulsating connection between us.

Every inch of Dosie’s body felt alive under my touch. My hands, now slick with sweat, slid over his skin, tracing the contours of his body with a reverence that spoke volumes. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed, the way he responded to each caress—it was like discovering new depths of intimacy with every movement. My fingers grazed his sides, skimming over the wetness, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

My kisses traveled from his neck to his shoulders, then down to his back, each one a silent vow of my devotion. I could feel his shivers, the way his body responded to my touch with an intensity that matched my own. Every moan, every gasp was a thread in the intricate tapestry of our shared pleasure. It was as though we were weaving something together, a fabric of emotions that was both exhilarating and profoundly intimate.

As I continued, I felt a surge of urgency, an almost frantic need to express every ounce of my affection. My movements became more insistent, more driven. There was no plan, no thought beyond the immediate, primal urge to give myself completely to Dosie. Each thrust was a burst of emotion, a declaration of how deeply I cared for him. I felt my control slipping, but it was liberating, a release of every barrier that had once held me back.

My hands gripped Dosie’s hips tighter, pulling him closer, driving deeper, wanting to lose myself entirely in him. I could feel the way he clenched around me, the way his body seemed to ache with the same urgent need that drove me. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, a storm of sensation that swept us both away. I could feel every shudder, every tremor, each one a reflection of the connection we were forging.

It was a dance of passion and vulnerability, a heady rush of emotions that left me breathless. The way Dosie’s body moved with mine, the way he seemed to lose himself in the moment, it was as if we were creating something sacred together. The world outside ceased to matter; it was just us, caught in this intense, exhilarating whirlwind of feeling.

As the climax approached, it felt like a crescendo in a symphony of emotions, a peak that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity. I could feel the way Dosie’s body tensed, the way he braced himself against me. My own release came as a powerful surge, a rush that left me utterly spent, yet completely satisfied.

In the aftermath, as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away, there was a profound sense of connection that lingered. The intimacy we had shared went beyond the physical—it was a deep, emotional bond that had been forged in the crucible of our passion. Every touch, every whisper was a testament to the depth of my feelings for Dosie, a reflection of how much he meant to me.

Holding him close, feeling his body relax against mine, I realized that this moment had been more than just a physical act. It had been a profound expression of our connection, a testament to how deeply we cared for each other. As we lay there together, wrapped in the warmth of the water and the steam, I felt a sense of peace and contentment that was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

The room was steeped in a tranquil darkness, broken only by the soft glow of the nightlight that cast gentle shadows across the walls. The sound of our breathing had gradually slowed, syncing in a steady rhythm as we lay entwined under the warm embrace of the sheets. The passage of time seemed almost imperceptible, marked only by the subtle shifts of our bodies and the comforting murmur of the outside world.

Hours had passed since the raw intensity of our union, and the night had settled into a peaceful stillness. Dosie, now relaxed and at ease, lay beside me, his body occasionally shifting as he found a comfortable position. The once fervent energy had given way to a serene quiet, punctuated only by the faint rustle of the sheets and the occasional sigh.

But as the night wore on, a sudden, sharp intrusion broke the silence—

My phone chimed. Beep-beep-boop .

It was a jarring contrast to the otherwise calm atmosphere, its insistence cutting through the tranquility like a knife. Dosie stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he sought the source of the disturbance.

After a few moments of disorientation, Dosie reached for his shirt, which had been discarded in the heat of the previous passion. He slipped it on with a practiced ease, his movements a bit sluggish but determined. The ringtone continued to pierce the quiet, and Dosie, now fully awake, fumbled for the phone.

When he finally managed to locate it, he saw the caller ID and froze for a moment. The name "chaein" flashed on the screen, a stark reminder of the complex web of relationships that had brought us to this point. Dosie took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he answered the call.

“Hello?” Dosie’s voice was steady, though the faintest tremor betrayed his nerves.

On the other end of the line, chaein’s voice was a mixture of confusion and concern. “Dosie? What’s going on? Why is [reader’s name]’s phone here? And why are you answering it?”

Dosie adjusted his position, trying to mask the tension in his body. “Hey, chaein. It’s... it’s a long story. [reader’s name] and I—” he hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “We’ve been together tonight. Things got pretty intense.”

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft gasp. chaein’s voice, though muffled, carried a note of disbelief. “What do you mean? I thought... I didn’t think you two were—”

“Yeah, well,” Dosie cut her off gently, “things have changed. We’re together now. I guess you could say that we’ve claimed each other.”

The line fell silent for a moment as chaein processed this information. Dosie could almost hear the wheels turning in her head, the realization of what was happening sinking in. He shifted uncomfortably, his legs still trembling from the earlier exertion. The physical reminder of our passionate encounter was evident, and he couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and vulnerability.

In a moment of defiant confidence, Dosie allowed his phone to tilt slightly, revealing his shaking legs to the camera. “You see this?” he asked, his voice firm. “This is from the night [reader’s name] and I shared. We’ve been through something intense and real, something that you and I no longer have.”

chaein’s response was a mix of anger and resignation. “I never meant for things to end this way. I didn’t realize...”

Dosie’s voice softened slightly, but there was an undercurrent of resolve. “Well, now you know. [reader’s name] and I have found something special, something that goes beyond what we had. I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”

As the conversation continued, Dosie’s gaze drifted to where I lay asleep, a serene look on my face that spoke of the contentment we had found in each other. The room was filled with a deep, unspoken bond that had solidified over the course of the night.

In a final act of defiant assertion, Dosie struck a pose with a sense of triumph. He flashed a V-sign to the camera, a symbolic gesture of victory and affection. With a smirk, he snapped a selfie, making sure to perfectly frame my sex-drained form in the background. It was a snapshot that captured not just the physical aftermath of our encounter, but also the emotional victory of claiming each other amidst the chaos.

The picture spoke volumes—a visual testament to the profound connection that had blossomed between us, a declaration of our new reality. As Dosie ended the call and set the phone aside, he turned back to me, a satisfied smile on his face. The night had been transformative, and despite the turmoil of the past, it had brought us to a place of undeniable closeness and understanding.

I let out a long, contented sigh, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. It’s been a while since I felt this good, this at peace. Being with Dosie was different—he was soft and sweet, but also had this fire in him that pulled me in deeper every time we were together. He was everything I didn’t know I needed, and I loved every part of him.

I couldn’t help but think about how much better things felt now. With Dosie, there was no tension, no walking on eggshells. He made me feel free and alive, and the best part was I didn’t have to try so hard to be happy. I ran my fingers lightly through his hair, feeling the silky strands slip through my fingers, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. He was perfect, everything Chaein wasn’t. I didn’t even feel that usual pang when I thought about her now; it was just an empty memory that no longer had the power to hurt me. Dosie was new and improved—a fresh start.

I shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable without waking him. Dosie stirred, mumbling something incoherent, his lips brushing against my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I pulled him closer, feeling his warmth seep into my skin. I didn’t want to let go. He felt like everything I didn’t know I was missing—gentle, loving, and wholly mine.

As I lay there, I realized how deeply I’d fallen for him. His laughter, his softness, the way he looked at me like I was the only person that mattered—it all made me feel complete in a way I hadn’t in a long time. I trailed my hand down his back, feeling the smooth line of his spine under my touch. He made me feel safe, like I could let my guard down and just be.

My eyelids were growing heavier, and I could feel the pull of sleep starting to take over. I nuzzled closer to Dosie, inhaling his familiar scent—sweet, fresh, a mix of something uniquely him that I couldn’t get enough of. The room was dim, only the soft glow of the streetlight outside filtering through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the room. It was peaceful, almost surreal how perfect everything felt in that moment.

I whispered a quiet, “I love you,” knowing he probably wouldn’t hear it, but it didn’t matter. I meant it, and that was enough. Dosie shifted again, his body molding perfectly against mine, and I wrapped my arm around him, holding him close as I felt myself slipping further into the comforting embrace of sleep.

For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace, completely and utterly content as I drifted off. Dosie was here, and that was all I needed. I let my mind go blank, the last thoughts of him and how much better my world felt with him in it, echoing softly in the quiet of the room as sleep finally took me.

I was on the edge of sleep, my mind floating somewhere between dreams and reality, when I felt the mattress dip. Dosie was moving, and I blinked my eyes open just enough to see him crawling back into bed. He must have slipped out for a moment, but now he was back, and the soft, sleepy smile on his face warmed me in ways I couldn’t put into words.

He nestled in front of me, his back pressing against my chest as he pulled the covers over us. The warmth of his body felt like heaven, and I instinctively wrapped my arm around his waist, drawing him closer. I buried my face in the nape of his neck, breathing him in, feeling the steady beat of his heart in sync with mine. I could feel his plump butt against me, soft and warm, fitting perfectly against my hips, and it made me smile against his skin. Everything about this felt right.

Dosie wiggled back a little more, getting as close as he could, and I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, squeezing him tighter. “Comfy?” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, sleepy but amused.

He hummed a quiet “Mhm,” and reached down to entwine his fingers with mine, holding my hand close against his chest. His body relaxed into me, his breathing slowing as he settled in, completely content. It was such a simple gesture, but it made my heart swell, and I pressed a gentle kiss to the back of his head.

Being wrapped around Dosie like this, his body pressed against mine, felt like the safest place in the world. I traced lazy circles on his stomach, enjoying the softness of his skin under my fingertips, and he let out a quiet, content sigh. It was a sound I could get used to, one that made everything else fade into the background.

As sleep started to pull me under again, I tightened my hold, savoring every second of having him close. Dosie was here, warm and safe in my arms, and nothing else mattered. I could feel his gentle breaths, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, and the steady comfort of his presence.

I buried my face deeper into his neck, letting my eyes finally close. With Dosie here, the world felt brighter, softer, and I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. Slowly, I drifted off, holding him close, our bodies fitting together perfectly as we both slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep, tangled up in each other’s warmth.

[bisluthq]

I think some female singers like Sabrina or Ariana write about sex in a way that appeals to men who can fantasize that she’s talking to them lol. Like the very general “Hey men I’m horny and I want you to fuck me with your big dick” obviously directed at a specific man, but written in such a way that a horny male audience can easily imagine she’s talking directly to them. Whereas Taylor doesn’t really write sexual content in a way that’s designed to appeal to the male gaze and make men wanna fuck her. She has never had much of a male audience at all and generally doesn’t care about appealing to men or being sexy for men as a conglomerate, but she does for AN individual man who she’s actually fucking lol. In general she kinda seems to not care much about MEN but cares a lottt about A MAN.

Idk that either is necessarily good or bad, I just noticed that’s kinda the difference with female singers who have and try to appeal to male audiences as well vs don’t. Taylor also doesn’t really act like she’s trying to seduce her audience. Though she sometimes does like with vigilante shit and stuff, but then ironically her audience is vast majority women so gaylors say her doing so is evidence she wants to fuck women lol. But like she plays up the sexiness on stage a lot whenever HER man is there.

Like Sabrina is very specific about Barry in bed chem but nonetheless idk there’s something general about it, also the vibe is generally like “I’m sexy I like sex I wanna fuck” whereas all Taylor’s horny songs are about a whole highly specific story that’s the context in which the sex takes place. It’s never just like “I want you to fuck me” it’s like “I want you to fuck me because you met me at my lowest point were there for me at my worst times and we have been having to try and hold back from each other while in a public space and it’s driving me crazy”. It’s not just like “I’m horny thinking of you” it’s “I am so bored in my relationship with my boyfriend it feels like there’s nothing left here and you, my ex, are sending me sexy songs and I’m thinking about you and the thoughts are turning more and more sexual, now I’m wanking to you, is this wrong that I’m fantasizing about you? But like it’s just thoughts not action? But actually I really do want to take action I want us to be together because I’m madly in love with you but other people will be pissed that I leave my bf and date you since you’re controversial but you know what fuck it they can go fuck themselves I think we should be together now I’m wanking to you again”

lmao I’ve genuinely never met a straight man who likes any of Ari’s music tbh. I’ve met more straight men who like Taylor’s (they often just don’t want to admit it). Ari, however, is very much for the girls and gays. That said, I think a lot of what she says is what girls think guys want to hear or maybe are into hearing in a non musical way. That I do not know.

Sabrina I’m not sure about, I haven’t surveyed enough of them yet on this topic.

That said, I do like your take on what makes Taylor’s music sexy that it’s about what’s in your head more than anything else. I think that’s the common denominator with a lot of sexy music. Dua’s sexiest stuff is tbh also like in her head/thinking about it and not like straight up offering lol. Maybe it’s the latter that makes Ari and Sabrina’s sexy songs not quite land.