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genderqueerdykes · 4 months ago

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thank you both for this, i was literally in the process of writing a post about this as i saw these.

i came out as bisexual when i was about 19 or 20 years old, in 2011 - 2012. this was such a difficult thing because everyone around me suddenly had very pointed opinions on me. suddenly i wasn't queer anymore, i was a straight person. i asked people why and they said well bisexual people are half straight, which makes you straight, which means gay people don't want to be around you. i was told nobody likes bisexuals because they're too straight to be gay and too gay to be straight

i had a literal personal dilemma because i didn't feel like that at all. when i was realizing i was bisexual i was realizing i was attracted to all genders in a queer way. i did NOT feel like my attraction to men, women or genderqueer people was straight in any way, shape or form. i've always fit in much better in both gay and lesbian circles. those have always been my home, and my community

in the early days of my transition, when "genderqueer" wasn't even remotely heard of, i had to try to transition into being a man to be seen as trans at all. i went from being forced into lesbian spaces to being forced into gay male spaces. nobody let me pick where i was existing. i was being pushed around. i liked both lesbian and gay male spaces, but i was being told when i could and couldn't occupy the spaces. and then when it came out i was bi everyone called me a traitor and said i was a straight person

my best friend at the time came with me to pride meetings and when her mom found out about that, and that i was bi, she told my friend she couldn't come to those pride meetings anymore, and that i was turning her daughter into a lesbian. her mother would not stop calling me a lesbian all throughout my life. from early childhood, she thought me and her daughter were dating because i was butch and she was femme and we were very close. her mom carried this belief into adulthood, asking her outright if we were lovers. her brother thought we were, too, and taunted us about it.

my own mom weaponized lesbianism against me. she hated how butch i was. she hated that i "looked and acted like a lesbian". she called me a butch and a bulldyke hatefully. she told me not to dress or look certain ways or else people would assume i, and her by some proxy, were lesbians. my mom was insanely butch so i don't really know why this was being leveraged against me but either way when i became a young adult and my mom was trying to force me to learn to drive (something i am terrified of doing due to having 2 dissociative disorders), she asked what kind of car i would ideally like. i said a truck. i was standing there in a purple plaid shirt and she just sighed and went "I knew you were a lesbian." she pointed out my shirt. she was weaponizing lesbophobic and butchphobic stereotypes against me, but either way, reinforcing that i was a lesbian in one capacity or another

i got so tired of my friends harassing me for saying that if i was bi that meant i was straight and i needed to stop calling myself gay because i wasn't, and that it was an "insult" to the gay community. note that nobody gave a singular flying fuck about the bisexual community at all. i was literally bullied out of identifying as bi, because my straight cishet male friends hated it, and my lesbian identifying GF was uncomfortable with it because it made me sound too straight.

the thing is, none of these people asked what being bisexual meant to me.

i actually liked the lesbian community a lot. i really love other lesbians. i have always been attracted to lesbian and butch identifying people for as long as i could remember. i loved seeing strong butch women on TV, even if there were rude jokes. i loved the idea of being a masculine person who is sometimes a queer masculine woman. i loved the idea of being with femmes, i loved queer women and people who took femininity to the next level. i also loved seeing gay men when and wherever they existed. i always felt like i fit right in, and like i was seeing a reflection of a part of myself i needed help discovering.

i have almost always, as long as i can remember, identified as a gay man, and a lesbian, at the same time. my attraction to men, women, and people of all genders is queer no matter what gender of mine is involved. it doesn't matter. i have never felt "half gay half straight" which is why people weaponizing heterosexuality against me as a bisexual forced me to strictly identify as a gay man for almost a decade. it was painful to ignore my butch lesbian side, and to stop identifying as gay, because people would criticize how attractive i found women, and other people

if people had let me exist and explain what bisexuality means to me, they could've understood that bisexual is an inherently deeply queer attraction no matter what genders are involved, but NOBODY cares to listen to the bisexual. everyone LOVES to speak for us because we're just "straight people invading the queer community."

we've had it. bisexuals are queer. even if they DO identify as "half straight" they're STILL queer. let bisexuals define bisexuality. there is no one size fits all form of bisexuality. every single bisexual defines it differently and that's the point. it's a very complex identity with many layers that often relate to gender and presentation as well as attraction.

let bisexuals define bisexuality.

#lgbtqia #lgbtq #lgbt #bisexual #queer #bisexual pride #bisexual community #bi #bi pride #biromantic #bi romantic #bi spectrum #bispec #mspec #multispectrum #our writing #about us

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northernsharkteeth · 6 days ago

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thinkin bout r63 girls will and mack (and also leno is there being a douchebag and kinda getting lesbian cucked on snapchat)

so like yeah yeah women in the nhl, the sharks for whatever reason happen to have had a very dude-heavy roster for the last little while, which is why front office goes so hard on mack as the future face of the franchise. she gives them local credibility (much to her chagrin), the intensity rick hammered into her (perhaps even more strongly than he did her brothers, saying that she needed to work twice as hard to get half as far as the boys would), and hashtag girlboss points (look at that lovely young lady! isn’t it so awesome that girls can play hockey here in san jose california! she’s so cool and tough and young and gorgeous!!)

because of the lack of women on the sharks bench in recent memory, some of the fellas have forgotten (perhaps never really knew) how women interact with each other. to them it makes perfect sense that these two rookie girls would glom onto each other in a sea of men, they obviously have more in common. like, uhhh, periods and stuff. they probably synched up or something.

they are kinda intense on the girly cliquey stuff they have going on, though. like, is it normal for them to go out for lunch (and breakfast and dinner and coffee and dessert) just the two of them, even when there’s a loosely-planned team meal on the books? is it normal for them to have scheduled “girls nights” multiple times a week where patty and jumbo (depending on who’s hosting) aren’t allowed to interrupt them? is it normal for them to brush off every guy who tries to pick them up while on the road, making the briefest eye contact over the poor bastard’s shoulder and cackling to each other at some joke they only communicated telepathically, grabbing each other’s arms and thighs and leaning in to catch their breath until the guy gives up?

the hookup thing especially confuses the boys. even though they’ve never seen will or mack pick up while on long roadies, they never seem stressed or frustrated in the same way some of their dude teammates do if they go too long without something. maybe girls just dont need it the same way?

leno is also kinda baffled by it. the will he played with didn’t really have girl friends, she always stuck with him and gabe and their other dude buddies wherever they were playing. it’s not until will starts hanging out with mack 24/7 that he realizes that will was telling the truth when she told him she was bi the first time they got drunk together. in the back of his head he always assumed she was exaggerating her attraction to girls when she wolf-whistled at something foul that was said in the locker room about someone’s sister in the bleachers, or that her making out with chicks at frat parties was largely for him. she usually ended up in his dorm bed after those escapades anyway, leno just thought that was a thing that straight girls do to rile up guys.

but, like, will and mack are fucking. leno could tell from their first facetime call while will was on the road, rooming with mack. when she picked up the call her hair was all mussed, her cheeks all pink. she was slumped against the pillows on her hotel bed, one strap of her tank top slipped off her shoulder. for a moment, there was a sliver of someone else’s bare shoulder off the edge of the screen with just a hint of what leno thought was sideboob before the bed dipped it was gone, and will was looking to that side and past the phone to relay leno asking mack if she’d learned “how terrible of a roommate smitty is?” mack has the gall to say “well, she’s pretty fucking loud,” before falling into a contagious giggle. leno watches will’s face heat up, mouth falling open, mock-scandalized, before cracking into a smile as she whips a pair of plaid pj pants in what appears to be mack’s direction.

and it’s obviously really hot; leno’s not above admitting that he’s gotten a lot of mileage out of the thought of will fucking another girl, but he knows she’s not doing this for him. at least, not entirely. it’s just that will keeps calling him with mack right beside her, holding the camera just low enough to show off the massive hickey on mack’s collarbone. she’ll snap him pictures of mack playing chel in her room, the light from the tv shining off mack’s slick, bruised lips. the last time they chatted on the phone, will apologized for her slightly scratchy voice, at which point mack called across the hotel room “my bad!” before laughing and walking into the bathroom to shower. will lets leno see the aftermath of whatever it is they have going on but won’t give him specifics—won’t give him anything to flesh out the, admittedly, tried and true “girls kissing and one of them is will” method of getting himself off. every time leno tries to make a joke about it (“has mack seen what you let me do to you?”) she just laughs and calls him a freak.

leno’s only hope to really see what it is will does with girls (girl singular, more like, it’s not as if she has much time to be seeing anyone else besides mack) is to, perhaps, bypass her. and mack’s cool: the right kind of intense that leno really appreciates, quite funny, definitely really hot and a welcome addition to certain fantasies—plus she’s got this very obvious possessive streak leno can make use of. by the time will makes them exchange snaps so she can stop playing intermediary for shit they want to pick each other’s brains on, half the messages mack is sending leno are pictures of will: will reaching up to the top cabinet in mack’s kitchenette in jumbo’s garage, her shorts riding all the way up her ass; will laying on her stomach on mack’s bed scrolling tiktok in her underwear and a hoodie with “celebrini” plastered across the back. that kind of thing.

one night shortly after the hoodie photo, leno gets a video of will on her back, camera held right above her face, thrashing weakly against the thighs bracketing her hips as she tries to slow her breath. and mack keeps sending shit like that. sometimes will’ll be on her stomach, face buried in a pillow and knees half collapsed into the bed, shifting to roll over and reach for where mack is standing with her phone out. in those ones, her eyes are always screwed tight, lips parted, and sometimes leno will get the front half of a breathy “fuuuuck” before the clip cuts off.

it gets a little weird. leno and will still keep up like normal—as normal as possible when will is still picking up the phone with crazy sex hair and a smirking mack half in the frame, or is letting leno stare at a massive bruise on her inner thigh on their calls when she’s alone. leno doesn’t know if will even knows that mack’s videos are being taken, but it’s not like he can be that mad at mack. he’s the weirdo tugging one out in the shower thinking of his old fuck buddy’s current… girlfriend? (no, but maybe? he doesn’t know if will’s that kind of bi, whatever) secretly filming her immediately post-orgasm and sending them to him across the country. he’d like to think its just like when he and will jack off on facetime, only he doesn’t have to rely on will’s shaky camera skills while she’s coming.

with the time difference, leno usually gets his fill of mack’s camerawork in the morning, waking up to a couple snaps taken on pacific time the night before long after he’d gone to bed back east. one weekend, though, while will and mack are on an east coast roadie, leno’s wide awake to open them. it’s a little after midnight, but he’s got coursework to get over with the next day before an evening practice, so he’s just stumbled into his dorm. he’s tipsy from the party he just left, and a little overexcited by the prospect of seeing whatever mack’s blessed him with in close to real time, so he trips a bit getting onto his bed. thank god he doesn’t have a roommate this year.

the video starts pretty normally, with will on her back, topless. she’s got her forearms thrown over her face, and the first difference from previous videos that leno notices is that she’s talking. nothing exceptionally coherent, but when the baseline is just heavy breathing and the occasional whine when mack touches her briefly, it’s a bit jarring to hear something close to a sentence like “fuck, please, right there. mack, fuck, more!” being panted out of will’s swollen lips on leno’s tinny phone speaker. working his pants open, leno next notices that will is moving—being moved, pulled up and down the sheets, her tits bouncing a beat behind as she’s shoved around.

and leno knows she’s being shoved because the camera angles down more, cutting off will’s twitching hands grasping onto her elbows as she tries to hide her face to show what must be mack’s hand on will’s hip. mack is knelt between will’s thighs, wearing some kind of weird underwear? no, leno thinks as he gets a hand around himself, no that’s a harness. the black band spanning mack’s hips is a harness attached to a purple strap-on that she’s fucking will with.

because as she’s holding the camera, mack is fucking will. she’s got her phone positioned to get both the bottom half of will’s face that isn’t covered by her arms and where the purple silicone is being driven into her in the shot. the hand on will’s hip lets go and latches onto one of will’s tits, kneading it, and without the anchor at her hip, pulling her where mack wants her, will has to throw her arms open and grab onto the sheet to stay put. she sounds different, leno thinks, hysterical, speeding up his hand. when leno would fuck her—in his dorm last year, in the freshman residence building a block away from where he’s now laying—she would sound similar, but this was more desperate. whinier in a way that leno could make her sometimes, but not for long as it was usually right as he was about to finish too. maybe there’s something to be said for the consistency of plastic dick. maybe will’s getting something now that leno can’t give her.

because leno feels like he’s going to die, staring at an image of will he knows so well that is now, on his screen, completely unfamiliar. will’s eyes have shot open, and leno feels like he’s been caught, but then mack’s saying “you like being pretty for the camera?” and will lets out what sounds like a choked off sob, though leno couldn’t tell with his eyes screwed shut for a moment trying to calm himself down. the clip ends like that, the next one booting up right away. the hand that was on will’s tit—mack’s hand, leno reminds himself—has moved up to cup her neck, tucked in where it meets her shoulder, helping will drive herself down on the plastic cock mack is thrusting up into her as mack continues holding the camera. leno thinks he sees a splotch of spit on will’s turned cheek, but he can’t be sure with how his own hand is shaking holding his phone.

and then will’s hand is latching onto mack’s wrist, shooting in from the side of the frame to pull mack’s hand up and off her neck. she drags mack’s hand towards her face and leno groans into his empty bedroom right as mack clocks it too, laughing a bit to herself, saying “yeah? you need something in your mouth, kibble?” and will whines, like really whines, as she shoves mack’s fingers in her mouth. they hook behind her molars, and leno can just barely see will’s teeth clamp down on the fingertips before she closes her lips around them too.

mack does her best to lean back while leaving one hand in will’s mouth, the other still clutching her phone. she lifts the phone up, getting a wider view of how will is shaking on the bed, legs boneless as they bounce against mack’s thighs every time she thrusts up. with the phone closer to mack’s face, leno hears her let out these breathy little noises, rutting against the base of the strap with each push into will. she sounds nice, leno thinks, maybe when they meet up in person he’ll get to hear more.

mack hums deep in her chest, shark-toothed smile obvious in her voice when she says “is it like this with leonard?” and will’s eyes open, staring right at the camera again, her lips parting around mack’s fingers like she wants to respond. mack doesn’t let her, saying “i know you like when i send him videos afterwards, do you like showing him how good i make you feel?”

will whines around mack’s fingers at that, shutting her eyes tight against the camera lens—against the apparently ever-present knowledge of leno watching her through it, against leno’s newfound knowledge that she knew the whole time—and in his dark and empty bedroom, face lit with nothing but his phone screen, leno thinks that maybe he has died. that maybe the eternal afterlife god decided he has earned with his entire existence is getting to watch will writhe around on someone else’s cock while thinking about his. leno has no time to even consider where that’s landed him judgement-wise, because mack is wrenching her hand out of will’s mouth and grasping her by the jaw. “you gonna tell him how good it feels?” mack purrs.

will tries to answer when mack’s hand leaves her face and slips down out of frame, but then she twitches and settles back, jaw slack. “god, smitty, if leno makes you act like this i’m going to have to try him, right?” mack laughs, and will huffs out an “oh my fucking god, please, mack, fuck,” as the camera pans from her face and chest down to where mack is rubbing at her clit, hand framing the purple silicone still being pushed into her. “you gonna show me how you treat a lady, leonard?” mack says quietly into the phone, zooming the camera slightly as she presses the purple silicone into will until their hips are perfectly flush. will makes this little noise high in her throat and the video ends.

leno almost doesn’t realize the video has ended because he’s already running that last sound will made under mack talking to him all low on a loop in his head. he frantically loads up the first clip to watch again and comes about halfway through, collapsing back into his pillows, the phone in his hand crashing into the blankets beside him. when he’s able to move again, he opens his phone back up to see mack’s stupid bitmoji peeking up from the corner and a chat message. “u enjoyed? 👀👀”

a notification from will pops down and leno clicks it. it’s a chat message saying “also we’re in boston this weekend. when are you free?”

#love making leno just an absolute douchecanoe #this got so out of hand #positive reinforcement ONLY for him. will and mack will not fix him but they will fuck him in a way that makes him worse.#2k words of tumblr pwp heavily dependent on a social media platform i forget the interface of :p #characterization is a little hand-wavey but this exists now #my fic #r63 #n/sfw #willmack #mack/will/leno

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slavicdollie · 1 year ago

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My bestfriends brother ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆

Summary: Things don't go as planned when your close friend invites you to watch the new Johnny Cage movie.

Notes: Post-mk1 story and Bi-hans betrayal never happened. AFAB reader isn't one of earthrealms champions just a cool girl Tomas started to become friends.

Content Warnings:NSFW, dub-con fingerbang, small temperature play ,female masturbation.

Chinese culture was a beautiful sight but she still loathed her father for moving here, leaving behind her old friends and memories. She struggled to learn the language and felt outcasted amongst her peers all but one, a silver haired man named Tomas the same age as her. He knew what it felt like to be different from everyone else. A friendship began to spark between the two of them sharing stories of the past and present. Tomas was a good listener and sometimes she just needed to get things off her chest.

It had taken a lot of convincing to allow her at the fire temple Kuai liang was content with her visiting considering she looked as if she had never fought in her life, she put an end to that assumption when showing off her meteor hammer skills,she had shown interest in martial arts from a young age. Both Kuai Liang and Tomas looked impressed they had never seen a warrior move so beautifully and Tomas was practically drooling.

Bi-han however was not too fond of having a stranger enter their home let alone train with her brothers whilst not being lin kuei.

"I promise I am not a threat Grandmaster I simply enjoy the company of Tomas and practicing how to use my meteor hammer in a professional sense." Tomas felt his heart race at her statement.

Bi-han only grunted a popular gesture of his," You are no lin kuei do not presume to address me as Grandmaster." As he walked away stoicly, she began to admire him his handsome face and hot physique could not go unnoticed.

She became more comfortable around Tomas even making jests about wanting to fuck his brother, "Yeah I'd totally freeze my tongue on Bi-han's flag pole" Tomas laughed awkwardly hiding how uncomfortable he was and he looked almost...hurt?

She found herself becoming more comfortable around the lin kuei trio kuai liang appreciated her fire puns but Bi-han only shot her deathly glares.

"Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Tomas asked with a stupid grin he was excited to be apart of Johnny cage's new movie even if someone else was casted he was interested on how they would portray him. "Didn't know ninjas were allowed TV's" actually Tomas and Johnny had convinced Bi-han to install one.

Tomas and Y/n sat on the soft couch sharing popcorn. Tomas was blushing due to how close her leg were to his,she was wearing a skirt but he knew not to look at it she'd probably think he was some kind pervert and never want to speak to him again. Their faces were glued to the screen until interrupted by a deep voice. "What are you two morons doing?" Tomas jumped at the sound of Bi-hans voice but Y/n just smiled and replied "Watching the movie about you guys, the guy Johnny got to play you really captures your essence" The actor had been grumpy and mascular just like Bi-han.

Bi-han let out an annoyed grunt,"I told Cage our victory is not for entertainment" although he disproved of the movie being made he still wanted to see what the fuss was all about, motioning for Tomas to move up now sitting in the middle, between his adopted brother and his friend who he found to be alluring.

Bi-han removed the popcorn from her lap and gave it to Tomas that may have been the kindest thing Bi-han had done for him yet his only intention was to get a view of Y/N's skirt. It was a black plaid skirt with a pink ribbon around the middle that was above knee length. 'Why is he staring at me' Y/n began to think while Tomas was too focused laughing at the movie. Bi-han stared at her as a predator stared at it's prey. She looked at him for a split second making eye contact only to quickly look down and play with her fingers which was a common thing for her to do when nervous.

This action only annoyed the cryomancer next to her causing him to pull her hands apart placing them on her sides. He turned to look at Tomas seeing him stuck on the screen like a kid at a candy store, Bi-han rolled his eyes and looked back to the girl next to him. He begun rubbing his rough hands on her gentle thighs. His hands were cold she shivered at his touch. He put a lock of her hair behind her ear almost as a way to reassure her everything was going to be okay.

She subconsciously started rocking her hips and he slowly started to put his hand under her skirt reaching her cotton panties. Pushing her panties to the side and entering two fingers in her slit while she parted her legs, turning to look at Tomas who was oblivious to what was going on. The ninja used his cryomancer abilities to form solid ice on his fingertips. She whimpered softly at that, quickly covering her mouth to prevent Tomas from looking over. Bi-han started moving his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She wanted to moan and tell him to fuck her right now,who cares if Tomas was there. She was a blushing and sweating mess Bi-han wanted to make fun of her for her reaction but did not want to draw attention to it.

Thank the elder gods for the volume of the TV or else Tomas would be hearing the sound of his friend's pussy as she was getting fingerbanged by his older brother. The finger fucking went from slow and gentle to rough and fast tears started to form from the inner corners of her eyes,Bi-han noticed this and wiped them away and started going slower and she tried to keep in her moans with her hand. She was about to cum and accidentally removed her hand from her mouth,"AAAERR THAT WAS A GOOD FIGHT SCENE" she tried to play her orgasm off as a reaction to the film. Bi-han smirked and Tomas only said "I know right!" not judging her reaction. Bi-han grabbed the popcorn bowl from Tomas and giving it to the girl he just dispoiled. His fingers were still covered in her juices she opened her mouth to put the popcorn in her mouth but instead was greeted with bi-hans jizzed covered fingers shoved in her mouth she need not be told what to do and started sucking her mess from his rough fingers.

She had completely forgotten the plot of the movie she was watching and only shooting smiles at Bi-han and wondering what other parts of his body are cold. After the movie, Tomas got up and offered Y/N to stay for dinner. "You know it's pretty late I should get going home." She refused awkwardly. "Did you enjoy the movie?" Bi-han asked with an unreadable expression.Tomas was taken aback since when does Bi-han care about the opinion of others especially on irrelevant things like a movie directed by Johnny but the girl about to leave knew he was not referring to the movie,"it was nice...I've never experienced something like that before" she smiled at him. Tomas offered to walk her home but she needed to be alone and given time to think.

'Did that really just happen??The always angry dude just fingered me while he was sitting next to his brother!!???' The whole scene felt like it came out of a bad porno. When she arrived home she went to straight to bed staring at her ceiling contemplating if this was a dream or if it actually happend. 'Of course it happend Y/N' she slightly hit herself on the head. Her mind begun to wander again thinking of Bi-han how he smirked at her after her release how good his fingers felt inside of her. She put her hands inside her underwear and tried to recreate Bi-hans movements her hands weren't as cold as his but you have to work with what you've got.

The skirt:

#bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #bi han #johnny cage #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader #tomas vrbada #smoke #bi han smut

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