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*girls when it is literally eating away at their psyche* whatever
#girls is gender neutral we can all be girls#when your psyche is literally deteriorating bc of x thing. you guys get it#my x thing was yellowjackets. like all of them. all of it#500#1k#5k#10k
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OMG!!! I'm so in love! This is one of the most beautiful trans girls there is!
#trans#transgender#trans community#transgirl#transgenderwoman#transfem#trans pride#transsexual#nsft trans#mtf trans#this is what trans looks like#trans are beautiful#trans are women#trans beauty#trans bottom#trans artist#perfect transition#trans goddess#trans is beautiful#trans joy#trans lesbian#trans is sexy#trans femme#trans feminine#trans girl#trans lives matter#trans love#trans model#trans neutral#trans people
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#jin guangyao#wei wuxian#jiang cheng#I absolutely love the contrast between JGY and JGS in this scene.#While JGS is acting as an instagator and trying to fan the flames of discontent (pulling his devious (g) strings)#JGY tries to keep a fairly neutral stance. If anything he reads like someone who's attempting to chair an unruly group project.#Honestly I think this scene does so much to show us why JGY manages to become the respectable leader he does in the future.#He's actully good at leading discussions and doesn't rise to bait. He's trying to start a productive discussion with *real facts*.#There is genuine honour in his approach and he never jumps into the emotional bandwagon.#The issue at the moment is that he doesn't have same level of authority as the contrastively *worst* sect leader does.#Jin Guangshan has a very specific agenda - to gain power by throwing anyone he deems expendable into the gutter.#The story even explicitly calls him out on not being so different from Wen Rohan multiple times.#The insidious part is that he's surrounded by people who think this is all justified.#It's all about using the 'victim' narrative to leverage justification. Which I'll get into more in upcoming comics.#(cut off text in panel one is supposed to be 'dead girls walking' but I ran out of room to make that clear. whoops!)
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My Zangi: 1095634468
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#gay#gay men#gayboy#gayhot#lgbtq#trans rights#transsexual#trans#trans man#transgender#bisexaul#bisexual#biseuxal#bisexuell#transfem#trans sissy#trans woman#trans neutral#trans nsft#trans men#trans gender#trans girl#trans regulus#trans right#gay bulge#gay pride#gay man#lgbtq positivity#lgbtq positive#lgbt
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i feel like a girl has to get stuck in the arctic ice once in her life
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Pretty privilege is real and Apollo being included in God Games while not really having any particular intense feelings against Odysseus is the proof of that.
#🌞#‘Girls gays and Justin’ but it’s ’Gods who have a genuine issue with Odysseus. And Apollo.’#He’s so funny like. Hephaestus judges his betrayal. Ares judges his cowardice. Aphrodite judges him not being there for his mom.#Well Hera doesn’t technically judge him. She seems neutral. But like. Apollo is just moody because Odysseus cancelled his favorite singer.#epic the musical#the wisdom saga#epic apollo
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ˁ⠀𑂳˕ ᪲ˀ .⠐✿ Days Go By 𓈒 𓈒
#messy moodboard#moodboard#random moodboard#green moodboard#sage green#winter moodboard#aespa moodboard#pastel moodboard#gloomy moodboard#grey moodboard#grunge moodboard#neutral moodboard#clean moodboard#retro moodboard#black moodboard#soft moodboard#lq moodboard#unfiltered moodboard#kpop gg#kpop girls#gg moodboard#white moodboard
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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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Poll Winner: Praise Kink – Jang Wonyoung, IVE
Day 1: Virtual Reality – Jeon Heejin, LOONA/ARTMS
Day 2: Roleplay/CNC – Shin Ryujin, ITZY
Day 3: Blackmail – Baek Jiheon Fromis_9
Day 4: Mirror Sex – Park Jihyo, TWICE
Day 5: In Heat – Liz (Kim Jiwon), IVE
Day 6: Threesome – Kim Yoohyeon and JiU (Kim Minji), Dreamcatcher
Day 7: FemDom/Immobilized – Han Julie, Kiss of Life
Day 8: Glory Hole – Huh Yunjin, Le Sserafim
Day 9: Spanking – Jang Kyujin, NMIXX
Day 10: Mind Reader – Kwon Eunbi, Soloist
Day 11: Suspension/Stuck Play – Nakamura Kazuha, Le Sserafim
Day 12: Size Queen – Lee Chaeryeong, ITZY
Day 13: Werewolf – Son Hyeju, LOONA/Loossemble
Day 14: Oral – Lee Chaeyoung (ISA), StayC
Day 15: Breeding – Winter (Kim Minjeong), Aespa
Day 16: Mile High Club – Oh Haewon, NMIXX
Day 17: Massage – Ahn Yujin, IVE
Day 18: Voodoo Magic – Karina (Yu Jimin), Aespa
Day 19: Face Sitting – Cho Miyeon, G-IDLE
Day 20: Tender/Body Affirmation – Joy (Park Soo-young), Red Velvet
Day 21: Free Use – Eunha (Jung Eunbi) GFriend/VIVIZ
Day 22: Cuckqueen – Belle (Shim Hyewon) and Won Haneul, Kiss of Life
Day 23: Friends with Benefits – Choi Lia, ITZY
Day 24: Tentacles – Fukutomi Tsuki, Billlie
Day 25: Deflowering/Mommy– Irene (Bae Joohyun), Red Velvet
Day 26: Collaring – Kim Hyunjin, LOONA/Loossemble
Day 27: Sex Dungeon – NingNing (Ning Yizhuo) Giselle (Uchinaga Aeri) Aespa
Day 28: Size Difference Kink – Im Yeojin, LOONA/Loossemble
Day 29: Public – IU (Lee Jieun) Soloist. ft Kang Seulgi, Red Velvet.
Day 30: Orgasm Control/NNN – Natty (Anatchaya Suputtipong), KIOF
#kpop fanfic#kpop fanfiction#kpop smut#girl group smut#male reader#reader insert#le sserafim smut#red velvet smut#kiss of life smut#nmixx smut#loona smut#artms smut#loossemble smut#itzy smut#gidle smut#gfriend smut#viviz smut#iu smut#izone smut#kwon eunbi smut#ive smut#twice smut#stayc smut#Kinkvember#Kinkvember 2024#aespa smut#dreamcatcher smut#fromis 9 smut#billlie smut#gender neutral reader
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Your Mom | Jinx x Fem!Reader & Isha
You’re conjuring up a plan with the precious little girl next to you. A plan of attack (code for ‘surprise for Jinx’). No special occasion, just something Isha wants to do for her. It’s sweet, and so you agreed immediately.
“We coouuuld lure her in with…well I don’t know, candy? Where would we get candy…” you ponder your own question for a second while Isha stares, observing you.
“ooh! And we’ll be hiding behind the couch and scare her when she gets close enough! Only then will we give her the gift.” You nod at yourself approvingly, convinced it was a good idea.
Isha side eyes you though, her judgment clear as day. The words that’s stupid written clearly on her tiny face.
She signs ‘that’s dumb’ as if you couldn’t already tell that’s what she was thinking. You’re offended still, seeking a way to defend yourself. You use the age old argument.
“Your mom is dumb.”
Isha’s eyes widen at your statement.
She points at you, head tilted and giving a confused look. As if to say but you’re my mom…then shakes her head and let’s out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes. Never mind, her dismissal says.
The attitude on this kid. Wonder who she got that from…(Jinx).
“Whatever. Got a better idea?”
She gives a small nod, making an excited noise.
“Wow. You’re soooo much smarter than me, aren’t you, kid?”
She nods enthusiastically this time, a big toothy smile on her face.
Ah. And she loves to make fun of you, just like Jinx.
“Whaaaat are you two doing?” A second voice causes the two of you to jump. Jinx, with her hands on her hips, stares expectantly.
Isha immediately relays your plan to her. I thought this was supposed to be a surprise?
“Ha! Definitely not your brightest moment, toots. Though I don’t recall you ever actually having a good idea…” Jinx teases, pointer finger tapping her chin, as if deep in thought. Isha laughs with her.
Like mother like daughter.
#I know they’re more like sisters but!#this idea was fun#arcane season 2#arcane spoilers#jinx x reader#arcane jinx x reader#arcane x female reader#jinx x female reader#jinx x you#jinx x isha#I love my girls <33#I usually do gender neutral stuff but reader needed to be called mom for this to work soooo#yes…#wrote this in like 5 minutes rn what am I doing
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Mommy's gonna finger you under the blanket while you're friends are over to watch a movie. Be a good girl and stay quiet so they can hear how loud your pussy gets when you're trying to be sneaky. All their little pussies will start to drip but they'll all be too scared to touch themselves...so everyone will sit, as still as they can, holding their breath, listening to you try your best not to scream as you cum in mommy's lap. You'd like that, right pet?
#wlw smut#corruption kink#gender neutral nsft#ftm nsft#ftm sub#femme dom#domme mommy#sub thoughts#dumb puppy#overstim nsft#janesdiary#bd/sm daddy#dom mommy#mine#mommys little girl#mommys little boy#wlw nsft#wlw ns/fw#mommy k!nk#mommy milkers#bd/sm mommy#roleplay#rough cnc
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You say “lemme see that tummy!” and your werewolf lover is on their back, lifting up their shirt instantly.
#werewolf x reader#monster fucker#monster lover#monster fudger#monster boyfriend#monster fic#werewolf imagine#werewolf boyfriend#werewolf girl#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#x reader
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Such a crazy HOT transgender girl!
#transgirl#queer#transgender#transsexual#trans#trans community#transgenderwoman#transfem#trans beauty#trans bottom#trans are women#trans are beautiful#trans day of visibility#trans day of vengeance#trans fem#trans feminine#trans femme#trans girl#trans goddess#trans fashion#trans is beautiful#trans is sexy#trans joy#trans lesbian#trans lives matter#trans love#trans model#trans neutral#trans mtf#trans nsft
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topless gojo at what cost… I SAID AT WHAT COST?!!!!
#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#satoru gojo#girls being gender neutral here <3#bc we all suffering#girls when#jjk leaks#jjk spoilers
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cairo sweet x fem!reader (no pronouns used)
summary: when cairo goes home, what comes to mind are thoughts of you. wc: 2.3k tags: explicit, minors DNI!! all characters 18+. university au. masturbation, smoking, non-linear narrative. reader is cairo’s teaching assistant, reader described as masc presenting. a/n: let me know what y’all think :) for the vibes
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“Is Professor Miller not coming?” Winnie had just dropped into her unassigned assigned seat next to Cairo, two minutes before Greco-Roman Literary Theory started. The flipping of pages punctuated the chatter of other students waiting, a comfortable sound.
“He said he’d be gone today,” Cairo replied absently. “There’s a ‘guest lecturer,’ our teaching assistant.”
“Oh, right. Who’s that?”
Cairo shrugged. “Who knows.”
As if on cue, the door swung open. Cairo didn’t even look up—Miller mentioned that he kept a handful of research assistants that would be there to help with the advanced reading. But honestly, Cairo wasn’t sure what they could tell her that she didn’t already know. A melodic hum fell through the air for just a moment, a chorus.
“Good morning.” At your lilting voice, rough with the edge of 10am, Cairo started. She watched you set your messenger bag on the desk. Your white shirt pulled over your shoulders; there was a glint at your collar, a necklace peeking through. A thin watch adorned your wrist. Winnie, along with some of the class, echoed your greeting, and Cairo blinked.
Late spring afternoon draped across the furniture in Cairo’s room, the quickly waning light giving easy way to a blue hour. Dropping her bag at the door, she tore off her shirt and skirt with the confidence of one standing before a crowd. Running a hand up from her sternum to her neck, she stretched languidly, sinking down onto her bed. After so many uneventful days—when she applied to Yale, she didn’t think that there would be any uneventful days—she finally had a story to turn over in her mind.
You. You were a mystery. Even as you had started the class with an introduction, telling Cairo you’d graduated from a middle-of-nowhere college in California and sought a writing career in Vermont before delving into research, she longed to lay out the details and pull them out from under the rug. Where did you learn to teach? Did you like to drive, or be driven? Mountains, or the sea? Where did you grow up? Was there coffee or tea in your cupboard? Cairo’s stomach burned to know. Her dark eyes burned the ceiling with smoke signals, searching for you even though you were god knows where in that seaside state.
Arching her back, Cairo let her hand travel down, palm flat against her stomach, to trace the seam of her upper thigh. As the class had progressed, your keenly observant nature did not elude Cairo. Maybe listening was something that your pedagogy instilled in you, but the way you held each student’s question in the cant of your head, an answer in your crinkling eyes, listening seemed to be in your nature. It was meticulous, the way you picked apart the class text, weaving in references and tying it all in. In that two hour lecture, Cairo learned that you watched the same way you listened.
Balmy as it was, the humidity made her dark waves cling to her skin, and she shivered as she brushed them back, thinking of a different pair of slim hands. Your scrutiny of each student had an intention that she couldn’t quite place; a determination that thrilled her. Cairo imagined that you’d observe her the same way, that she would be the one you were most fond of. It was only natural that her own attention would draw yours onto her. Holding the weight of your envisioned gaze made Cairo’s core twist, a pleased little flush that she prayed you could see. Your affected impartiality didn’t bother Cairo—in fact, it pulled her into your shadow. In her bed, she rolled onto her stomach then her knees, shaking her hair out.
Her hands were steady as she reached for her bedside table, thumb rolling on the wheel of her zippo as she held the cigarette to her lips. Cairo took a drag, blowing out neat smoke rings as she settled back on her heels. The skin of her own fingers was cool against her lips, and when she took the smoke away, she studied the pattern of her lipstick on the white paper as she had so many times before.
She’d watched, unabashedly and unafraid of being caught, as you drummed your fingers on the chalk tray. Would your fingertip be soft or work hardened if it pressed down her tongue? Would your skin carry the stain of her red lip as deeply, as obediently, as the malleable wrapping paper?
“Alright, class,” you cleared your throat, turning slowly around the room to make eye contact with each student. “As you know, Jonathan’s away on a conference today. I’ll start with a bit of roll, just so I can learn your names. Not many of you come to my office hours, I know.” You smiled easily. It was so guileless, Cairo mused, nearly childlike. You had the class go around the rooms with names and majors, a circuit that Cairo gave no attention to other than your lilting rhythm of hums, the tapping of your foot on the floor, the way you flicked the corner of the role sheet with your thumb. Your gaze was soon on hers, waiting expectantly. She looked right back with a blink.
“Cairo Sweet. English major.”
“Cairo.” Her name rolled off your innocent little grin, making her cock her head. “Wonderful.” Fascinating. Would you whisper midnight black desires in her ear, so deep and dark they might be murmured into the ink of your own empty room?
You continued, circling back to the front and easily transitioning to the lesson plan. You had an awfully effortless way of grasping the class’ attention, holding gently and never forcing. It wasn’t like Professor Miller, who always seemed to hasten through the lecture so he could return to his research. She could tell you liked the woods of the text, to fall down into the depths of each word, feeling its weight in you and letting it rock. Just like Cairo.
She sighed into the warm air prickling up her skin, the curl of your voice around her name making her nipples harden in her bralette, even in retrospect. Exhaling around her cigarette, Cairo brought her hands up to palm her breasts, feeling the drag of her rubied nubs on her palms. Was it the high of the nicotine, the blur of smoke ridden air that made her float straight up into the lofty space you’d created in her mind? Though the feel of her own fingers scraping the lace against her skin was familiar, she found herself keen to think of your soft or callused hands. She was wet already, and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d gotten wet so fast.
The weight she imagined of your touch on her flushed skin was completely, deliciously foreign. Unbidden but intimately welcome, Cairo wished that your caress would find the map of her chest as familiar as a classic, something you had searched a million times over yet always managed to find something new. Shamelessly, Cairo trailed her fingers down her stomach, nails catching on every rib as she arched her back in the spilled moonlight. The mystery in the crossing of your long legs as you’d leaned back on the desk climbed up her belly, curling in the thump, thump, thump, of her heart. The uneven roll of your sleeves clung to the corners of her eyes, eidetic and oh, so, tempting. She had watched you so ardently—did you like to watch? Would you watch?
The space between her thighs was achingly empty, craving the set of your narrow hips. She was comfortable there, and she remembered the taut stretch of wool as you dropped into your chair and set one ankle over your knee. There was something endearing about the way your trousers had pulled up to reveal slouchy black socks, and darker her mind went as the material pulling creases around your lap made her shudder and—she reached behind to pull one of her fluffy pillows under her, smoke billowing into the air.
Cairo gave her hips an experimental roll, imagining it was the soft fabric of your slacks against her aching cunt, and grinned around her cigarette. Unlike the pillow, you would be ever so solid under her, grabbing for her thighs like a dog yearns to please. Were you more likely to bruise her skin, yanking her into you without care for blood—or would you guide her gently, make a home in her innocence and hold her more dearly than life ever could? Either way, your desire for Cairo would be so apparent that you couldn’t help yourself.
The dip of your tongue in her navel, the little smirk you’d undoubtedly wear as you went down further—would you go for her throbbing clit first, or would your lips press so warm—she didn’t know. She didn’t have to, content with all those different versions of you unfurling before her. In her bedroom, each time she moved her hips, it became easier to imagine you guiding her actions, the bump of your nose on her folds, damned if not addicting.
Cairo grinned as she fell onto her forearms, hips pushing into the soft pillow without abandon. The slide of her panties soaked with slick against her sensitive clit felt like the delicate press of your splayed hand on her desk as you’d passed, eyes occupied by the text you were holding. It had only been a split second, but it was enough for her to memorize every crease, every vein. Cairo let out a whine, a demanding little sound, as her movements grew erratic. Looking up into the heaven where you must be, she imagined that you’d murmur to her, “I’m here, I’m here, how could I be anywhere else but here?” as you traced the dip in her back. Her arousal took her down every sullied path she’d ever dreamed of, but her mind stuck on one gesture that made her mouth go dry.
She remembered the way your shirt got just a bit untucked when you stretched during the class break. You’d instinctively tucked it back in, quick as you surveyed the class. Cairo thought that you’d dress yourself back up the same way after you bent her over the desk after class, pushing her skirt up and shoving your fingers into her, painting bruises onto her hip bones with how tight you held her.
The two of you would share a mutual understanding that she wanted this, wanted it bad enough for you to take it whenever you saw fit. Cairo decided that today, this time, you’d be as rough as you pleased, a cup of pens clattering to the ground as you pushed her down, forearm across her shoulder blades. Your necklace would be cold on her warm skin, would it be cold on her tongue? You’d put two, three fingers inside, humming in that absentminded way you did. She thought you’d nuzzle into her ear, all lips and sharp teeth, asking if she’d sprayed your favorite hair mist of hers because she hoped you’d notice—she did—and take her, break her, whatever you wanted.
You’d send her plummeting down towards a deeper hell (or was it higher, up to your majestic heaven?), already knowing everything that her body needed. Cairo imagined herself coming so helplessly around the stretch of your fingers, so high strung from nights of trying to mimic the press of your touch on her clit, unable to reach the same heights you sent her to. As she held back tears, eyes on the ceiling in reverence, feeling herself drip to the floor, you’d sigh as your mind wandered to other things already, carelessly running a hand down her back.
Cairo gasped, dropping her nearly finished cigarette in favor of gripping the bed sheets. The white fabric wrinkled around her fingers, reminiscent of your shirt creasing as you’d rolled your sleeves up. This was something new you could show her, just how fast she could come and just how wet it made her. It was a marvel, feeling the fabric cling to her cunt, almost as good as how you’d feel. Resting her forehead in the crook of her elbow, she murmured your name over and over again, a little susurrus of a litany, so similar to your preoccupied hum. Panting, Cairo giggled in her bliss, soft and bright as Californian oranges clinging to rich leaves. You were dark enough to be tucked into the wrinkles in the soft pillow, dark enough for Cairo to love, as a journal loves a secret.
Sated, Cairo grabbed her phone and typed your name in. The results spilled out, and she scrolled, looking for all of the details in the background of your social media posts, curiously drunk on the year’s gap in your CV. Cairo noticed the perfect little circle where the cigarette had burned when she dropped it, and she brushed away the remnants. The gesture smeared the ash on the sheets.
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Walking into your office with barely a knock, Cairo took in the familiar room of an academic, but with your unfamiliar knick knacks around the place. A lighter, a leather wallet, glasses and wired headphones. You didn’t look surprised as you glanced up from your laptop. Instead, you smiled.
“Cairo, isn’t it?”
A flush of pleasure shot straight into her—you remembered. She nodded. Your shelves were covered in books and stacks of reviews, the morning’s leftover cup of coffee sitting on one of the ledges. Did you smoke before, or after your coffee? The terrible, terrible want to replace the taste of smoke on your tongue with the taste of her gave Cairo just the confidence she needed.
“What can I do for you?”
Cairo leaned over your desk, watching the way your eyes dropped to her burgundy lipstick. “Would you be able to help me on the Aristophanes reading?” She pushed her copy of The Clouds towards you. “I can’t seem to grasp it.” Your eyes met hers. “Of course.”
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a/n cont'd: can you read my mind, i’ve been watching you… there’s just something about you, baby… ♪ / hope you enjoyed @woewriting :)
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#project wes#cairo sweet#jenna ortega#cairo sweet x reader#cairo sweet x female reader#cairo sweet x y/n#cairo sweet x you#cairo sweet x fem!reader#cairo sweet fanfiction#reader#reader insert#lgbtq#cairo sweet x reader smut#smut#self insert#jenna ortega x reader#cairo sweet x gender neutral reader#cairo sweet x gn reader#miller's girl#jenna ortega x reader smut#jenna ortega x fem!reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x gender neutral reader#lesbian#wlw
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girls only want one thing and it’s spooky baking 2024
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How do Rex/Wolffe/Gregor girlies sleep knowing they're safe for the Bad Batch finale:
How do Hunter/Wrecker/Crosshair/Echo/Howzer/Cody girlies sleep:
#(we don't sleep)#girles is gender neutral#the bad batch#tbb#tbb hunter#tbb crosshair#tbb omega#tbb wrecker#tbb echo#captain rex#commander wolffe#clone commando gregor#commander cody#clone wars#star wars#tbb season 3#the bad batch season 3#the bad batch spoilers#sw#tcw#sw tcw#clones#tbb spoilers
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