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sometime way back then

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Princess's reward

Summary: You've been Jenna's lover for a few months now. You meet in hotel rooms whenever you can. Jenna is promoting her latest projects in Venice when you decide to pay her a visit.

Words count: 5-6k

Warnings: MDNI +18, d/s dynamic, sub! Jenna, stone top Y/N, choking, clothed sex, dirty talk, crying during sex (a little tear), praise kink, kinda bratty.

n/a: Verbal consent. First one shot in tumblr and english is not my first language :) hope you enjoy!

You were scrolling distractedly through social media when a notification popped on your screen. Jenna had posted photos.

More than Jenna herself, her team, you thought. Even so, you clicked immediately with a slight tension of anticipation growing in the lower part of your belly.

You watched each photograph closely. Jenna posing on that red carpet in that red dress. Her lips, also bright red, the wavy lines that traced her hair, her bangs forming a beautiful arc over her forehead. Her smooth and delicate skin, her mouth displaying that perfect and relaxed smile, those adorable dimples. You kept zooming in on each photograph when a new notification arrived. She had posted another update.

A smile was now forming on your lips. Jenna drinking coffee with those sunglasses and that t-shirt and that pose and those jeans. You remembered those photos perfectly. She had sent them to you the day before.

You sighed, looking out the airplane window. Glacing at your vintage silver wristwatch you noticed there were only 20 minutes left to reach Venice. Unable to resist the temptation, you opened your messaging app.

Hey my dear, barely 20 minutes to get to the airport.

Saw the instagram pictures btw. That dress suits you perfectly, you look beautiful.

She should still be at the interview she had told you about hours earlier, you guessed. She had sent you her full schedule as soon as she got to Venice, days ago. You loved it when she gave you all the information you needed to know where she was, and when, without even have to ask for it. Her complience made you go nuts sometimes.

You could imagine how tired she must already be, with it barely being 10 in the morning. She had been going back and forth for days promoting her new projects, attending interviews and public events of various kinds. You recalled in your mind her voice over the phone the night before, the way her raspy voice spoke to you, whispering how much she missed you and how little she could bear it. You had been waiting for this moment for weeks.

You were surprised when a vibration on your cell phone snapped you out of your thoughts.

Jenna: hey my love. Charlize will pick you up as we agreed. I think I'll be able to make it to the hotel on time. I can't wait to see you.

A sly smile graced your face. The first few times you two started texting, you were insecure about Jenna's style of writing. No emoticons, dry expressions and full stops. You soon learned a lot of things about her tho.

When she's at work and finds a few minutes to be able to text you -she makes that time to text you-, she doesn't even realize she sounds so "serious".

But then, when the nighttime comes and after taking a long bath, with her bathrobe still covering her body, she calls you, asks you animatedly how your day has been and reminds you how much she wants you, all doubts dissipate.

You decided not to reply to that message to heighten the anticipation. However, even though you were able to control yourself in action, your mind could not do the same and began to recall your previous encounters. The first time you met in that private area of one of the most exclusive clubs in L. A., when Charlize, her most trusted bodyguard, picked you up a few streets over and took you to her. How she waited for you with her legs crossed and those black stilettos, and one of her irresistible black suits.

Memories of that first night began to play out in your head without any censorship. Her sideways smiles as she teased you, the way her cheeks took on a light pale pink with the hints you murmured near her ear so she could hear you over the music. The way her nails grazed your arm for the first time, to, hours later, scratch you all over.

Her eyes, oh, her coffee brown eyes. Steaming, hot brown coffee. Chocolate eyes melting, dripping all over your body, ogling every nook and cranny and every detail they could absorb. She was looking at you in a way that you had never been looked at before.

"I'm starting to want you more than I can handle" she had whispered to you, after a couple of cocktails and too many leers. She had moved dangerously close to your ear to utter those words, then pulled away just enough to look deep into your eyes, raising her eyebrows slightly, looking down at you. A gaze that suggested some desperation and a lot of willingness to be blown away.

You then realized she was handing the power over to you. She was letting you decide if you were ready to commit to this madness with her. Things had changed since that night, but back then she was proposing that night. That's all you had: one night.

You plopped down on the headrest of your comfortable seat in the VIP area of the plane in the same way you had settled that night, months ago, on the pillows of her bed. The sensation of her warm body on yours invaded all your senses. Her legs around your torso, her hands on the back of your neck. Your hands caressing her tummy, then going from her upper back to her shoulder blades. One hand going up to her nape, pushing her to your lips. The other groping the elastic of her suit pants, asking for permission. You remembered perfectly her whisper, barely a strand of voice leaving her red, maroon lips.

"You can do whatever you want to me".

You smiled mischievously and opened your eyes, shaking your head. It wasn't really "whatever you wanted," but rather what the two of you had agreed upon in endless conversations before you started seeing eachother.

Meeting people backstage in the celebrity world had never suited you as well as when you got to meet her. A few minutes backstage at a random event, which led to following each other on Instagram, which led to getting her number, which led to intimate messages late at night.

Conversations about power, control, and seduction. You told her about submission. She started by joking about it, saying that she could never let anyone have that kind of dominance over her. She went on to say that maybe you could. She ended by asking you to accept hers.

You continued to learn about the d/s dynamic together, and agreed on initial boundaries and desires. Promises of what you could do to her, and be for her. Of the way you could put her mind and body at ease. Of the way you could set her free. And that night, in that LA hotel, you put them into practice. And boy, did you both like it.

Now you looked out the window and noticed that the hard concrete of the landing zone was getting closer and closer. You couldn't suppress a shiver that ran through your whole body, you didn't know if it was caused by the imminent landing or the imminent encounter with your precious submissive. Deep down you knew.

You walked through the front door of the hotel without any problem. The few people who should know you could pass knew that. Everything was handled as subtly as possible, protecting the privacy of the person they worked for, following her orders.

You were presented with stairs covered with a beautifully red carpeted floor. You climbed them on your way to the elevators that could be seen at the back of the entrance. One of them opened and Winona Ryder stepped out. You crossed paths but only dared to give her a brief smile, without looking directly at her. Had Jenna told her about you? You weren't used to running into celebrities from time to time. Charlize stood next to you.

“Surprised, huh?”

“She's a legend,” you said in a whisper of restrained excitement. She chuckled under her breath. She walked you to the open elevator and pressed buttons 4 and 5.

“You get off at 5. Room 513. She arrived about 15 minutes ago” she reported looking at her wristwatch. You nodded. There wasn't much more to say.

You could have engaged her in friendly conversation, but you could only watch the elevator screen indicating how you were getting on. Silently. This always happened to you; you were in that moment before you saw her in which your thoughts, actions and behavior were all directed towards her.

The doors opened on the fourth floor and Charlize said goodbye to you with a brief bow, you nodded in farewell. The doors closed and you felt yourself ascending a few more feet. Ascending towards your personal Heaven.

You stepped out of the elevator at a steady pace. You felt the weight of your whole body on your black military boots, you felt the skin rubbing against each garment you were wearing. You readjusted your watch, the one she had given you, and repositioned the necklace you were wearing, also a gift from her. Maybe she was your submissive, but you were her property.

“513” the plaque read. You gulped and touched up your hair, which you wore loose. One more shaky breath before you knocked softly on the door. Two sure knocks, as always.

“Come in” you heard from inside. Oh, that voice. You turned the doorknob without any hesitation.

You found yourself in a spacious room. The floor was covered with the same red carpet that protected the entire floor of the hotel. To your right, large windows lit up the room, but someone had already covered them with thick, translucent white curtains. In front was the king sized bed with an ornate wooden headboard. The room was chaste and classically decorated, in the most typical Viennese style.

It didn't take you long to notice that just before the bed someone had placed a low table that probably wasn't meant to be there. On it various plates with fresh fruit, freshly baked croissants and macarons in various pastel shades.

From your left you heard the sound of water running. You approached. To the right was a dressing room, and to the left was the door leading to the bathroom. A half-open door separated you from your girl.

“Babe, can i come in?”

“No!” she reacted instantly. “Give me a few minutes” the sound water running ceased. ”Go eat something, I got it for you.”

“Okay milady” you replied teasingly, earning a short sardonic laugh from her. She would always need to be fully prepared before seeing you, everytime to met. You found it really cute, yet kinda incomprehensible.

You would remind her that you had already seen her without all of that, without being THE Jenna Ortega, but simply Jenna, she would just smile shyly and confess that she wanted to be perfect for you. “At least before you ruin me completely” she used to add.

You went back to the master bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. You smiled as you realized that Jenna had wanted to place the table as close to the bed as possible. You both knew brunch wouldn't last long.

You had caught quite a few planes for her lately, and she always greeted you with a big feast of her own preparation. You decided to grab a fresh strawberry from the fruit platter, feeling its juices expand in your mouth. You wanted to have the perfect taste when Jenna came out of that bathroom.

Strolling your gaze around the suite, you noticed a scarlet red suit folded on a chair, along with underwear and black platform heels resting next to it. You didn't have time to discover much more before you heard the door open. A broad smile appeared on your lips as soon as you saw her.

She was wearing a black and red plaid corset and matching skirt. Her hair fell straight and shiny over her shoulders, and a deep red lipstick highlighted her lips. She looked at you with those dark eyes, adorned with a subtle touch of eyeliner and mascara.

“Sorry babe, you know i don't usually keep you waiting”. Finally, her voice came directly to your ears, without having to go miles from cell phone to cell phone.

Your eyes sparkled. "This time I'll give it to you," you conceded, assuming that slightly permissive role she liked so much on occasions like that. Your rules were strict but you both got a kick out of cheating from time to time.

You remained motionless as he approached you. Only a small twinkle in her eyes gave her away. She came closer until she was standing in front of you and your hands were resting on the bed. You looked down at her. She looked back at you and smiled showing those beautiful teeth.

An almost imperceptible nod from her gave you permission to wrap your arms around her waist in a needy embrace. You rested your head on her abdomen and it wasn't long before you noticed her hands stroking your silky hair.

“Ugh... how I've missed you” you confessed against the fabric. Your choked voice rumbling against her gut. She breathed in deeply in a way you interpreted as relief. You heard the air rush into her body.

“You're finally here” she sounded calm, peaceful. At ease.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on her belly. With your hands you caressed her lower back. She looked down at you from above and smiled. “You look incredible” you spoke softly, as if you wanted to prevent anyone from overhearing you.

Everyone, literally the whole universe knows that Jenna Ortega is gorgeous and looks amazing, but no one was lucky enough to contemplate her as you were at that moment.

“That's why I like to get ready before seeing you,” she said insightfully. You smiled slightly and your hands descended to her ass, which you squeezed gently. She gasped and closed her eyes. Involuntarily she moved her hips towards you. You rested your forehead on her skirt and breathed in her scent. That expensive and elegant perfume mixed with her own scent emanating from her skin....

“Let's eat something” she proposed pulling away from you abruptly and sitting down next to you. You blinked several times and looked at her. She was smiling flirtatiously. She loved to keep you waiting.

She decided on one of the freshly made croissants and that's when she saw the bitten strawberry on the table. She rose her gaze back at you. “Are they yummy?” she then noticed your lips, reddened by the juice of the fruit.

“Try it yourself” you challenged her. She raised her eyebrows. She seemed to hesitate for a few seconds during which she alternated looking into your eyes and at your lips. She half-opened her own, surely imagining your taste in those moments. Finally, she took a bite of her croissant and chewed slowly. Then she offered you a piece. “Try this and I'll try the strawberries” she resolved. Captivated by her charm, you laughed at her joke and agreed.

You switched the sour taste of the red fruit and the enveloping sweetness of the croissants with a relaxed conversation. She asked how your flight went and wanted to know more about everything that had happened to you in the previous days. Every evening you talked on the phone but she was usually too tired to pick up specifics. Then you asked her about the interview, which had been with Winona and you also talked a bit about her.

You loved the way her eyes sparkled in admiration of her partner. She kept yapping about her co-workers and the movies they both liked, smiling sideways when she remembered funny anecdotes on set, frowned adorably when reminiscing about confusing and amusing moments and she giggled softly when you blurted out wry and witty remarks.

You were drawn towards her. Everything she did seemed appealing to you. Every move, every gaze, every smile. The way she gestured with her hands, how she crossed and uncrossed her legs, how she tilted her head, and how she scrunched her nose. The freckles that dotted her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose called to you, it was urgent to kiss them. She kept talking but your attention had reached its limit.

Suddenly she stopped and looked at you. A teasing smile decorated her appetizing lips. “What are you doing so close?” she inquired curiously, looking you up and down. You then realized how close you have got without even thinking it through. It was quite literally that you were drawn towards her. Like the Earth is drawn towards the Sun.

You let out an airy laugh. “I didn't even realized” you confessed amused, running your gaze over her torso. That damn corset was distracting you. She smiled sideways, revealing a lovely dimple. God, Jenna and her dimples.

You watched every detail of her face closely before finally looking into her eyes. You were getting closer and closer. Yet she wasn't moving an inch. There was nothing she liked more than to tease you until you took the initiative. There was nothing she liked more than to show herself completely ready for you. Waiting for you.

After a few torturous seconds that felt like forever, Jenna looked at your lips. She licked her lower lip lightly, and the warm pink of her tongue contrasted with the maroon of her lips. Her gaze returned to yours, locked together.

And finally, a slight, very slight nod subtly ruffled the strands of her bangs. You gasped. You had permission. You couldn't wait any longer.

You ended the distance between the both of you and drew her closer by resting your hand on the back of her neck and pulling her in a demanding gesture until your lips met at last. You made a superhuman effort to stifle a moan of satisfaction. She, however, did not hold back and let it out, free, from between her teeth, as her lips parted allowing your tongue to conquer her mouth.

You engaged in a wet, perfectly pulsating kiss. Your kiss swayed between a sweet, rhythmic softness and an anxious, slightly desperate depth. Jenna pulled her body closer to yours and placed her hands on your abdomen, pulling your shirt towards her. She needed you, she needed you badly, but you wouldn't touch her until she begged.

You kept kissing her, wanting to express the latter with your lips, and she was quick to get the message. You could feel the trembling in her hands gripping your shirt, and your bodies were so close that you could feel her thighs coming together and parting just enough, in an urgent gesture.

Your breaths were quickening, so you slowed down the kiss. Your tongues caressed each other and she relaxed her whole body, welcoming you into her mouth, letting you take control. Your hand was still on the back of her neck, guiding her and turning her head slightly at your whim. She kept tugging at your shirt, tugging at you. She wanted you all over her.

Her breathing kept quickening even though your gestures were slow. You kept each other at bay. She would decide the starting gun, but nothing else would happen unless you dictated it. You were kissing her lips carefully when she parted only a few millimeters.

The look she gave you seemed even sad. “Y/N. Please. I beg of you. I want you so much i'm about to cry.”

Her eyebrows rose through the thickest area in an almost pathetic gesture of desperation. Her eyes were watery, dulling her already smoldering brown gaze. The brown of her iris was actually darker at that moment, like a beautiful pyrope stone.

You were lost in her gaze as she alternated looking at you in one eye and the other, in silent questioning. Her lower lip trembled with frustration. You almost felt sorry for her, how much she wanted you.

“Can I take you, then?” you asked at last, controlling the tremor in your voice admirably. You were dying for her too, but you had to show temperance for both your sakes. You were the one who held you both as you fell into the void. You had to be. She had to be able to fall into you. And there was nothing you longed for more.

She nodded fervently. You raised an eyebrow and lowered your head slightly in a serious gesture. “Are you capable of handling me?” you inquired insistently. Her hands, which had remained loyally attached to your shirt, ascended to your shoulders. You glanced sideways at them before looking at her again.

“I am ready to have you” she assured in a sentencing tone.

You looked into each other's eyes and found it. That look in her iris. That way in which, paradoxical as it seemed, she was able to demand that you possess her. Her way of offering you her submission, in the most dominant way.

It was as if time stopped for a few seconds before you pounced on her like a predator on its prey. Your hands traveled to her waist lifting her up and carrying her to the bed as your tongues met again.

You held her firmly and carefully, but dropped her onto the mattress allowing her body to crash against it. Her eyes widened in a gesture somewhere between surprise and excitement. In the process of the fall she was forced to release her grip on your shoulders, and now her hands held her on her palms. You watched her as you kneeled on the bed. She placed her legs on the sides of your body, tilted her head and raised an eyebrow delightfully. She smiled showing her teeth a little.

There was something so romantic about her submission to you. The way she surrendered not just her body but her whole being to you. The way her eyes looked at you, through you, not just with lust but with complete trust.

You would do anything for her.

You crawled up to her and kissed her again, slowly. She lifted her hips toward your body. You put a hand on her waist and pushed her back on the mattress, firmly. She stifled a moan into your mouth. She finally agreed to lie down and you directed both hands to the belt of her skirt. She put a hand on your chest, you stopped instantly in anticipation of some boundary. Instead, she parted just enough to look at you. “Maybe that's not necessary” she suggested in a seductive smile.

You scrutinized explanation in her gaze with a frown, confused. She lowered her gaze to her skirt in response. Could it be...?

With your hands you descended to her thighs, which you squeezed, and went upwards. She raised her knees, bent her legs, and spread them. You looked at her as your hands slipped under her skirt. You stifled a deep sigh as you found her luscious wetness already bathing her labia majora and even a bit of her groin. No panties. You pulled one hand out to grab her neck in a passionate kiss, while the other yielded to her charms and began to give her exactly what she needed.

“Baby, how wet you are...” you praised between kisses. You kept holding her neck in a solid gesture and she placed her hand over yours. You squeezed lightly, fulfilling her silent wish. The cold metal of your watch contrasted with her warm skin.

“All because of you. Its-for y-you. My beloved” she admitted worshipping you with that hard, wet look. Your massage on her cunt deepened.

“Do you respect me so much? Are you so obedient?"

She nodded and pressed your hand. You squeezed a little tighter, testing her limits. You weren't kissing her now, she needed to breathe. You both knew that if you kissed her the air could barely cross her throat, and yet she raised her head, longing for your lips on her.

You kept looking at her, waiting for something more. Your hand was still working under her skirt and her hips followed your rhythm with gusto. Was there anything she wouldn't do for you?

“I want...” you began, and your thumb ran along her cheekbone, her smooth skin. She watched your lips listening to every word you uttered. “I want you to touch yourself. I want to see how much you want me in you. You have to earn it.”

Her lips opened slightly, letting in air. She was breathing through her mouth, and as you loosened your grip thinking maybe it was too much, her hand squeezed yours again.

“I can do it” she assured referring to both your command and your grip. She then released your hand and began to roam her own body with it, descending to under her skirt. Her gaze descended with it and you could appreciate the length of her thick eyelashes. She began to stroke her clit while you focused on massaging her entrance in circles. “I can do this and much more, as long as I have you...” she breathed ‘in me" she looked up into your eyes.

You finally broke the distance that separated the both of you so you could kiss her face. She closed her eyes tightly trying to manage your caresses, your kisses and your strong grip on her neck. She closed them so tightly that a furtive tear escaped from her tear duct. You kissed her, her salty desire made liquid reaching your lips.

“Precious princess...” you whispered, and kissed her chin. She lifted it a little so you could continue touching it with your lips, and in those she slightly moved her whole body as well. She unintentionally brushed a knee against your crotch. You jumped with a start and opened your eyes instantly.

“S-sorry, didn't mean to-”

“It's okay. You may touch me” your voice was hoarse and your eyes had probably darkened, the way she was looking at you. Her free hand ascended to the nape of your neck and caressed under your jaw. You nodded to underline your conviction, so she moved her leg again without taking her eyes off you. You adjusted yourself against her knee until the friction was perfect. You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Jenna knew she couldn't stimulate your cunt directly. You had always been very clear about this, and she had always respected it. On occasions like that, however, even a girl like you would welcome a touch like that, over your clothes.

You needed no more to feel yourself melting over her. You released your hand from her neck, much to her disgrace, and kissed her deeply. You lowered your kisses to her neck and noticed that there was a shallow reddish imprint of your fingers. You stopped your kisses. “It can be hidden with makeup, Y/N” she resolved, reading your thoughts. “Please don't stop” she whispered. You smiled and drew a line of saliva down her neck, the muscles of which ticked as she lifted her head to receive you.

Underneath her skirt, your fingers were still massaging her without entering her yet.

She was rubbing urgently. “Slow down” you commanded. “You are not coming till I say so” you reminded her.

She gave you an annoyed, almost hateful look, drawing a sly laugh from you. “Damn you...” she muttered coming closer to your mouth. You pulled away a little preventing her from kissing you.

“Uh?” you stopped your touch on her cunt and with your fingertips you traced her labia minora at a torturous slowness. “What did you say?” you lifted your hips pulling your own crotch away from her knee.

You could see how much of an effort she had to make in order to stay still . She gulped, alarmed.

“I apologize,” she said instantly. “Damn me. Ruin me, Y/N.”

“Are you going to behave?” you asked somewhat angrily. A mixture of indignation and disapproval permeated your words.

“Yes” she granted instantly. “I can prove it to you” she added, willingly. She was trying to convince you. "Please, forgive me".

You moved closer to her and she looked at your lips. You rested your crotch on her knee again and she let out a sigh of relief over you.

“I know you can do it. But are you going to?” you inquired feigning skepticism. Now that you were close, you noticed she had stopped masturbating. You knew then that she wouldn't continue until you told her to.

“Yes, my beloved. I am going to do whatever it takes to fulfill your desires” she pledged complacently.

You granted her a laddish smile at last and resumed your massage on her body. “That's how I like it, my princess... You look so gorgeous when you are this obedient” you reaffirmed satisfied, indeed.

You continued your touch whispering praises, massaging her tits with your free hand, over the corset. She removed her hand from your neck and grabbed the fabric of her corset. She looked up at you, “Pull it a little down for me” you whispered. She managed to pull it back just enough for her dark areolas and erect nipples to show themselves to you.

You contemplated her for a few seconds, she moved her fingers over her chest in a distracted gesture. She adored being admired by you.

“Beautiful creature... Show yourself to me” you demanded in a hoot. She lifted her head almost instinctively, as if it were possible to expose herself further.

You attacked her skin with restrained excitement, it was hard to hold back when she got like this. Her collarbone ready to be bitten by you, her breasts exposed and her clothes still covering her body, but with nothing to hide. You ran all over her chest drawing incomprehensible strokes with your lips to anyone but the two of you. You whispered praises incessantly, and she answered with moans of pleasure and choked moans.

“Don't hold it back. Don't hold yourself back, princess. Give it all to me” you encouraged her. “Gorgeous girl...” you continued, and this was the only time she allowed herself to interrupt you.

“Your gorgeous girl” she shamelesly corrected you in a desperate whine. “Your gorgeous girl. As you are my beloved, i'm yours. Im enterely yours.”

She dared to look at you shyly suddenly, for she knew she was bordering on the limits of your agreement. “My beloved lover” she said anyway. She was submitting to you in the most vulnerable way. And oh, she was getting rewarded.

You smiled softly and entered her in response. She closed her eyes and threw her head back moaning your name. She kept whispering that she was yours as you kissed her and she rode you, wiggling her hips deliciously against your fingers.

As she wiggled she massaged your cunt with her knee. You also moved against her, slowly feeling the consciousness leave your body. You attacked her tits, her chest and her neck in equal parts. You caressed her whole body and the cold metal of your watch caressed her curves. Your silver pendant brushed against her skin. She trembled beneath you, closer and closer to the precipice.

Your hand ascended to her collarbone and she caressed your palm, closing her eyes and sighing completely transfixed.

She opened her eyes slightly and looked at you. She was watching you in a way that only she could see you.

“Time stops when we are together” she confided to you in a tone of secrecy. At that moment she was caressing your watch. “I bought you this watch so you could count minutes while we are appart. But it all dissapear when we meet”.

Your fingers were deep in her, you moved in and out slowly and carefully, just as her words were coming out of her mouth. She let out a moan from the effort, she was having a hard time holding on, she wouldn't last much longer.

She looked at you again and it was all it took for her to take the watch from you in a single gesture. In a mocking fit, she held it between her teeth smiling at you. She raised an eyebrow. Irresistible.

“My gorgeous girl. Mine” you dared to say. She half opened her mouth in wonder, and the watch fell to her neck. You brushed your nose against hers in a barely perceptible caress. A delicate display of affection as, under her skirt, your fingers moved in and out of her inner lips at their whim, at just the right speed and pressure. You swayed against her knee and her hand rubbed her clitoris eagerly.

“Am i touching myself how you want me to?” she asked as she realized you noticed her speed.

You nodded and penetrated her as deep as you could. “Yes, princess. You're behaving so well for me. You're making me feel so good... Are you gonna cum?"

“I'm so close” she assured closing her eyes. You took her chin and she opened her eyes. “I'm gonna stop if you quit looking at me. Don't stop looking at me.” She bit her lower lip, looked at your lips and stifled a moan of frustration.

“I don't want to lose detail of your expression when you cum” you admitted in a whisper. She agreed with a look.

“Please, please Y/N... Kiss me afterwards” was all she asked.

“Of course, my dear” you granted instantly. She was your spoiled princess.

Her body trembled barely a minute later and she let herself be carried away by you as she drenched your fingers in a glorious orgasm. You rubbed against her until you released yourself, and continued to wiggle against her as you kissed her, as she requested. You slowly pulled out of her and interrupted your kiss to take your fingers into your mouth. You sucked them down their full length under her watchful and satisfied gaze.

“Hm... So Delicious” you praised, once again.

She gave you one of her irrisistible smiles.

"Just for you".

[rockwgooglyeyes]

rock's thoughts on ivantill (nsfw edition)

trigger/content warning: open and uncensored discussion of nsfw content (smut specifically) I'm not tagging this as mature and leaving it up to the reader's discretion whether or not they're able to handle this. I'm not incredibly explicit but I am talking about something inherently nsfw.

the thing about nsfw is that, when it comes to fandom, it often is based less on the characters themselves and more on whatever the fans want to see. I say this about fandom in general, btw, not ALNST in particular- in my experience with nsfw (fanfic anyways) in fandom, is that a lot of it comes down to writer preference rather than the actual characters themselves. It's literally playing with dolls and this isn't necessarily a bad thing! It's pretty much what fan content is for, right? It's just something that doesn't sit super well with me and it's something I don't really understand- if you want to make a specific dynamic, why not just make ocs that can similar or the same personalities as the characters that you enjoy and yet their dynamic fits with what you want.

Like overall when it comes to my opinions (and these are opinions, preferences if you will), I might as well be up front- when it comes to the ships that are common in the ALNST fandom, I think that while mizisua and hyunamizi definitely switch, out of mizisua? Sua is the top imo. on the other hand, I think that it would be a lot more interesting if either hyunamizi were switch-centric or Mizi topped, just because of what that would say about her relationship growth as well as her character growth. With hyunaluka (which is not a ship that I enjoy but I respect those that do obviously) I think Hyuna tops mostly. With ivantill, I see Ivan as a bottom and Till as the top. Sometimes they switch, no one is exclusively one or the other- and I am fully in support of them being switches because I believe most relationships are fluid and have the inherent capacity for switching, top/bottom is about preference but I do think it's rare. I don't know, smut can be part of the relationship to me and the dynamic when it comes to sexual encounters is important to me with a couple.

I don't know, maybe it's because I'm one of those people where my headcanons have to be related to the text somehow (and I don't say this in a way that's derogatory to people who don't have that- honestly I kind of admire you guys, it seems freeing. I'm just extremely autistic about this) but idk the way people intrepret Ivan in the ALNST fandom is super interesting. This is mainly going to be talking about ivantill because to be perfectly honest, I think people are weirder about mlm ships than they are about wlw ships, when it comes to their characterization? But I haven't read as much wlw nsfw so I can't fully speak to this. But when it comes to Ivantill, I have found some people who's opinions I love. Some people I agree with even if I don't agree with everything. But then there are some folks that are so out there like I wanna study you guys underneath a microscope y'all are so peculiar. yeah yeah he's King Yaoi the Third, he's tall dark and handsome, whatever. he's a little freak, I want to put him in a jar and shake him up, I understand, but at the same time sometimes the reading comprehension with people seems not so bueno.

In the fandom overall, (not just on tumblr dot com) people like him as top and I think that, to a degree, that is supported by the text. At least, some of the additional art from Vivinos/Qmeng, that’s supported

(^ the amount of horny comments on this image *sighs*)

But for me? I don’t like that as much (even though I’ve read some fanfic with it that I liked just fine.)

This is because of the way that this interpretation of their relationship feeds into that surface level analysis of both Ivan and Till's character? Ivan is the violently jealous lover, the one who watches from afar and seethes with envy, he’s the unfeeling pretty boy who only loves one person, he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep that person. Till is the tsundere, the person who plays at strength but weakens at the first touch of someone stronger, easily flustered and even easier to cow into submission- but the thing is? We know that's not true for either of them, it's not supported by their backgrounds, their other actions, the context of their trauma. which makes that characterization super funny (to me) when this series is kind of about peeling back the edges of outward perception, with Mizi, Ivan, Luka and Hyuna especially.

While top/bottom isn't necessarily a power dynamic, when in the context of certain relationships, it can definitely take on the connotations of power. In Ivan and Till's relationship, the person who has the power is Till.

Out of the two of them, Ivan is not the person with the power and that's honestly the main issue that I have with the way that people portray him. In the top Ivan fics that I actually like, he's not the one with the power, he is only where he is because Till wanted them to get this far, he is at Till's mercy and he's loving it. The issue I take with those who portray him as domineering and controlling is that he doesn't try to control Till in canon. He might have concocted the incident with the wagyein and Mizi but after that? Ivan isn't trying to force Till into anything, he isn't controlling the situation, he isn't even trying to get Till to do anything but react. Ivan would do anything that Till wanted him to, no questions asked. For those who take the possessive angle with Ivan, the problem I have is that Ivan has no desire to own Till. He's obsessed with Till, yeah, but it's in the way that you love your favorite band- you love them to bits, you listen to all of their songs, you go to a concert, you have their merch- but you would still respect their choices, right? You would be disappointed if they decided to break up but you wouldn't force them to get back together. That's the difference between Ivan's obsession and Luka's- Luka thinks that he deserves Hyuna's affection in exchange for loving her (it's transactional), whereas Ivan is under no illusion that he is entitled to Till's affections.

On the flipside, when Till is portrayed as the tsundere who cares but refuses to show it because of his pride, well, that one's a little tougher because the main problem is execution. Till does really care about people but his affection isn't shown out of a matter of pride- he shows his affection for Mizi quite freely, after all, if he was really worried about vulnerability, I feel like he might be a little more conservative with his adoration. Often times, he doesn't show his care for people clearly because he doesn't really know how, defaulting to blushing and stuttering, gifts and acts of service to get his point across. He's not a super verbal-affection oriented guy and I think this is actually portrayed pretty well in the gen fics but not so much in smut because it's not as applicable lmao (comes with the territory ig). When Till is written as really timid, fumbling, innocent (@bluemoonscape called it woobifying), I hate that with a passion because he might fumble and he might get shy sometimes but he is not a pushover. He is not meek and if he doesn't like something, he'll voice his complaints, he'll let you know. I mean why else would he yell at Ivan in their version of My Clematis when Ivan gets too close? Admittedly, Ivan doesn't listen, lost in his monologue, and Till kind of just accepts it- but I am certain that if they were even intimate with each other, that Till would object were he uncomfortable and Ivan would listen. Like, whether Ivan was top or bottom, if Till's not having a good time? Ivan is no longer having a good time. Ivan's pleasure is very much contingent on Till's pleasure, at least, in my mind.

That's all the characterization centered stuff and kind of the reason why I think their relationship just works better with this dynamic *but* one of the biggest reasons it's a preference for me that Ivan bottoms is because of the inherent nature of that dynamic- it's a lot harder to end up fucking someone unwillingly than it is to get fucked by someone. There's a far greater likelihood of reciprocated feelings or at least, consent, when it comes to this version of their relationship and that's what I prefer because I really do think that they love each other.

(tagging @atrophiedemotion because I asked him if he wanted to be and he said yes! Blue is already tagged above too so all of the known interested parties have been notified :D love you guys)

[sanguinewolves]

hello tumblr community!

are you gay or mlm? are you 14-19 years old? are you looking for a gay discord server that isn’t a dating server?

then i’ve got just the place for you 😋

mlm hideout is a 14-19 server that’s focused on mlm identity, but open to people of any gender and sexuality!

how are we different from other gay and mlm servers you might have encountered?

1. we allow people of any identity. because it’s the focus of the server, a vast majority of our members are gay or mlm, but we aren’t exclusively mlm. this provides a space for people who might feel excluded from other gay or mlm communities, like turigirls who are consistently turned away from or invalidated by “nwlnw only” gay spaces.

2. we are not a dating server. a large number of gay servers, especially those made by and for teens, tend to have a matchmaking system or encourage members to date, which results in an environment that’s focused on pairing people up and doesn’t really provide a strong sense of community. and it can lead to some… concerning relationships. plus like it’s against discord tos but whatever im not a cop

what do we offer?

-active staff members! our current staff team consists of @lesgay-loser, @cringefail-loser, @incohorace, and ofc me >:] and it may expand as time goes on

-plenty of useful bots, including pk for systems and some fun games bots !!

-a welcoming environment of around 100-150 members :] not overwhelmingly big but not so small as to be inactive

-a community accepting of complex/‘contradictory’ labels and of unusual queer identities <3 (note that this doesn’t include rad/queer labels that try to position paraphilias or abuse as a part of queer indentity)

and without further ado. here’s the link :]

and btw if you like the premise of this server, but would prefer a server focused on sapphic identity? check out our sister server, the haven!

we also have a brother server focused on transmasc identity, dad’s server for transmasc teens :]

[nymphapunkcake]

I have been bitten by a magic-radioactive spider and for the past 3 and a half years I've been the one and only...

𝒮𝓅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 - 𝒩𝓎𝓂𝓅𝒽

ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴇʟғɪᴇ.

*•.¸♡

I'm 25 years old and I'm a artist-designer (and other stuff) from Argentina. Although Elfie is the name of my spidersona, my idea right now is to almost merge with her here on Tumblr (she's basically me lol) My content however is multifandom and about things that interest me. From time to time I upload some pics of myself and photos that I like to take of the places I visit or write my thoughts.

Regarding the 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 content (plus exclusive Spider Nymph content) you can enjoy stuff like memes, drawings, short-stories and whatever the hell comes to my head.

And a lot, A LOT of Hobie Brown. Wich btw, I ship myself with him.

If you've read this far, thank you baby ♡ have a cup of tea🍵

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 .:**:.☆*.:｡.✿

[retroghost]

some adventures with the the plushies i received earlier this month from @multiversemayor - with cameos from my cats and other batman plushies! i love these silly little guys sm nd i hope others can also enjoy my silly little plushie antics too. btw: the othr riddler plushie was from kornragdoll on etsy if ur interested in one! the battinson plush me nd my gf just found in the wild in a store selling nerdy merchandise, but it's from funko and fairly easy to find online :]

click the read more for a tumblr exclusive video :]

[tanaisokay]

☀️ ~ Hello There ~ ☀️

Nice to meet'cha! I'm Tana!

✌️✨ and I am just a mediocre writer ✨✌️

With the fall of twithole, I have made my home in the wonderful world of bsky 🦋 - However! - I am wanting to expand my reach back into Tumblr as well. I more than likely won't use it as much, but I am going to try.

I am a very tired lady that tries to see everything as a good time and I never try to take anything too seriously. I can be very sarcastic, so in turn, please never take anything I say too seriously... Unless I'm going on about History and I apologize ahead of time for the way my mind word vomits information. I am also a firm believer that: 👏ALL👏CONTENT👏IS👏GOOD👏CONTENT👏. So regardless of my stances, I appreciate a lot of fandom content.

Disclaimer; I am just a writer and that's all I will be. I am not one to really interact in terms of OC roleplays or story building, because I can be very overbearing and in people's face with my ideas. That has caused a lot of tension and I have lost friendships over it. So, I wish for that to not repeat. ☺️ I have also pulled away from interacting overall because my opinions are strong and I don't wish to interject on anyone's own world. However, if I do interact, I expect nothing in return. I have been gotten negative backlash & exclusion over past attempts to be friends with fandom peeps (in all fandoms btw). This is because as just a writer, me interacting with artists is seen as looking for freebies or leeching. Um, no. I don't need freebies. I spend my own money on artwork I want from artists, I don't need people to give me things. While I am very grateful and always cherish pieces given to me as gifts, that has never been my intention with making friendships nor will it ever be.

The disclaimer comes off harsh, I know, except at this point - I'm not taking my chances. I am going to take the time to explain my stance when it comes to stuff like this, so people understand that my boundaries are as such.

Always have been & always will be~✌️😋

Socials:

🦋 | ✖️ | 🏠 | Discord: Tanaela

Important Tags:

#Hogwarts Legacy | #Aster Button | #Julia Rose Taylor | #my writing | #my coms

💚 Get to Know Me 💚

Credit for the questions down below go to @xxsabitoxx

❤️ how tall are you?

5'9 ft or 175cm 🧍‍♀️

🧡 what is your sexuality?

🩷💛🩵 Pan

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

My green eyes ~

💚 where are you from?

New England, USA - Born, Raised and Stuck 🫶

🩵 do you have any pets?

Recently adopted a 6m kitten that I named Junebug 🪲

💙 do you have any siblings?

One younger brother! He's getting married next year ~ ☺️

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

Patient, Outgoing, Magnetic, Daydreamer, Tired

🩷 dream job?

Entomologist 🪲🐝🐞🕷️🦋🐜🐛🐌

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🔥DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS🔥, Video Games & Writing

🎂 when is your birthday?

July 10th

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

☀️ Cancer

🌑⬆️ Sagittarius

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🇬🇷 Greece! I traveled all over Greece when I was 25 for about a month, and the entire country is a second home of mine.

🎵 favorite artists

KREAM, Tycho, flor, Poppy, Ariana Grande and so many EDM artists that I can't possibly list them all.

🎧 last song you listened too

crystallized - Poppy

📝 last thing you wrote

Sub!Sebastian Sallow enjoying a beautiful shibari session with breathplay and tender aftercare.

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

Living until 30 🤷‍♀️

🍓 favorite food

🍝😋 Pasta!

🍊 favorite season?

🌳🌱🌺 Summer 🌻🍃🌿

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

Fix-it Fics - Death to the Author

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

My mind husband and OC, Lennick 💚

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

Utah, Hawaii, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Winnipeg CA, Quebec CA

AKA; any where my best friends are because I want to be with them.

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

Historically Accurate 🤓

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

Being booksmart so I could go into Sciences at college and be an entomologist 😵‍💫

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

When I was 11 years old! I've been writing since then and it's been a solid 21 years! 🤭

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

With my pigheaded mentality to fix everything and fill in the shitty plot holes that exist in video games & shows

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

More than likely my Free! fanfics from 2014/2015 on DeviantArt. I wrote Four Thousand Trains, Melody Relay One Shots & Paralyzed Water

🔍 what character(s) do you enjoy writing for the most

Aster Button (HL OC) - she is mostly a self insert, so her thoughts are my own. It's nice to have an outlet through her.

Julia Rose Taylor (Yu-Gi-Oh! OC) - My spitfire baby girl. She's fierce and loud. She is an angry side of me that doesn't take any shit and I love her for it.

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

Seto Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters) - It's because fandom is very particular about Seto in general. It makes it hard to write him in a way that feel genuine because there's so many obstacles you have to weave through.

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

My Yu-Gi-Oh fics, to be honest.

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy) & Mokuba Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters)

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

Varric Tethras (Dragon Age), Alexios (Assassins Creed Odyssey), Sebastian Sallow (Hogwarts Legacy), Mokuba Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters)

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

Pathetic Masc!Sub x Gentle Fem!Dom, BDSM in general, Chastity, Orgasm/Touch Denial, Overstimulation, Sensory Deprivation, Shibari, Male Humiliation & REAL Aftercare 😚👌

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

I don't have fanfics, but I have best friends with the most amazing original characters with such indepth backgrounds, so I'm listing them~

Bestie Terri's Mavis/Vicki, Bestie Fam's Saoirse/Twi, Bestie EB's everything they create, Bestie Vig's Sybil/Henry/Hiro/Kazi, Bestie Chelsea's Whistle, Bestie Mo's Aaryn, Bestie Wisydora's Saya, Bestie Vivi's Yomi, Bestie Card's Val, Bestie Ellie's Iona, and so many fucking more...

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

University! Uni was so fucking hard and I hated every second of it. That was a pretty dark time in my life and I'm so glad I was able to push through it.

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?

Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters. It has gotten me through so many hardships. Plus, I was able to accept that I won't have children of my own and doing what I wanted in life. So I am able to project that want and need onto my son, Mokuba. While also able to create my own story that fulfills my want for family and strength.

[lynntbw]

I feel like an outsider in the lgbt community or more specifically the trans community and I know this might come off as me being hard to please but I legit I don’t feel like I belong cuz outside of being lgbt I have pretty much nothing in common with the vast majority of them I’ve seen(longish post btw)

-I’m not into a lot of the music that’s popular in these circles(hyperpop, house, metal, and most harder rock in general aren’t my thing)

-I don’t like loud concerts/clubs because the noise is just too much for me

-I refuse to participate in drugs and quite frankly we need to have a talk about how people romanticize drugs because it’s a serious issue

-Although I am on occasion willing to play some video games i wouldn’t call myself a gamer

-I don’t know or do anything involving coding or engineering

-This one I admit is a bit of a nitpick but even among the ones that do enjoy watching cartoons I’ve yet to come across any who are interested in animation the same way I am like rarely if ever do they talk about golden age stuff much it’s usually just anime, dramedies(mostly 2010s and later), baby shows, animated sitcoms, or stuff they’re nostalgic for and while I don’t dislike most of those things it does annoy me a bit how other things tend to be ignored.

Also while I can tolerate some things society has deemed cringe I do have my limits and I know this isn’t all trans women but the uwu puppygirl shit is painfully cringe and I hate how prominent it is on pretty much every platform I go looking for fellow trans fems not to mention the rather disturbing fetishes I’ve seen(especially incest like wtf is wrong with you) and I’m tired of holding my tongue or pretending to be someone I’m not just because I want to make friends and don’t want to be perceived as transphobic.

Ignoring Twitter since I was already on there and knew it wouldn’t work the first platform I tried to search for transfems on was TikTok but it didn’t take long for me to realize that it’s got the same issues most others have, more recently I’ve also tried multiple discord and reddit servers but all of them were like this(+ some were way too comfortable with right wing beliefs and/or zionism), tumblr isn’t as bad but ngl i feel like I’m talking to the void more often than not since I pretty much never get any interactions beyond brief small talk.

I’ve officially given up on looking exclusively for transfem spaces and am now hoping to find LGBT inclusive spaces that don’t feel the same as everything else cuz I hate being so lonely all the goddamn time, for the record I live in a mostly conservative small town so I don’t have anyone irl I can talk to about this and the few irl friends I did have all ghosted me.

This isn’t a sympathy begging post or anything like that I know I’m not entitled to these things and that far more important things are going on right now I just needed to get this off my chest.

[patwee]

I don't post a lot on tumblr tbh but I want to offer a deal due to the revival of the Bad End Friends community

Me and two more have made a discord server exclusive for that, so, if you wanna join and peek around, go ahead

Ofc the server is rlly small but it can still find it's way to people :3

server here

Hope you enjoy your stay!!

We're still translating the rules btw

[heystephen]

By the way I want to thank you for being so outspoken about all of this, I come by your blog to feel a little bit better. I used to be on Tumblr as a swiftie, but yeah I’m reminded now of the many instances where certain White swifties stomped all over the voices of swifties of color and told us over and over again that we were dramatic or stupid or making things up (which was def a factor in why I left). It just stings as all the pieces come together. When Taylor didn’t speak out in 2016 I told myself over and over that it didn’t matter bc she’s a genuinely good person and yeah it sucked that she didn’t but it’s understandable, and then Miss Americana happened and I was like wow I always knew she cared but now she’s going to be more public about it! And then 2020 and her leaving and that happening just around the BLM resurgence. And ofc the two movies this last year, ongoing Lena Dunham, Lana (who btw never apologized for her numerous rants dripping with misogynoir). And then I think about how this man with a list miles long of terrible terrible behavior (reading the Buzzfeed article made me genuinely want to throw up). She’s not responsible for his actions, but she is responsible for who she actively chooses to hang out with (and be in a relationship with). And that isn’t exclusive to her. It’s the classic thing of racism, sexism, every discriminatory belief or action under the sun being inconsequential bc it’s true love and at the end of the day, all that matters is one individual’s happiness. It just sucks and now I feel like I have to split my brain in half to enjoy anything. Ugh I’m sorry I know this probs sounds super unclear

no need to apologize!! i’m so sorry that you are being let down in this way by somebody you look up to, you guys deserve to not have to question taylor’s stance on these things and she should be doing better and living up to the example she claimed that she was going to set

[ocean-sapphics]

what are ocean sapphics? & flags!

'ocean' is the umbrella grouping term for presentation labels that lesbian & bi/pan sapphics can use regarding femininity, masculinity, and androgyny.

these terms were initially coined by strwbryfemme on twitter, using their gimmick account sapphicimagines back in january of 2022. both accounts have since been deactivated and therefore this thread is long gone. i found them in an old flag hoard album on my camera roll recently and decided to respectfully reupload them in case anyone else would enjoy.

NOTE #1: i will not be putting the rest of this, admittedly quite long, post under a ‘read more’ cut due to the fact that all the information would be lost if someone decided to reblog it and the original post ended up gone sometime in the future. you would not be able to view anything under it, since whatever is there can only be seen on the original page. i apologize if you have to scroll a lot because of this, but that’s unfortunately one of the many inconvenient ways tumblr works.

NOTE #2 (MUST READ): i felt it would be best to swap their usage of 'pearl' to mean masc, not androgyne. this is because these chosen words feel unbalanced in their meanings to me. 'ocean' feels too broad and vague to cover just one category (hence why i made it overarching instead), and doesn't fit its place in the hierarchy of the theme. it'd be like saying, for example: 'cat' is fem, 'animal' is masc, and 'dog' is androgynous; instead of saying 'cat' is fem, 'dog' is masc, and 'furry' (lmao idk ok? bear with me) is androgynous. i then turned what was previously 'pearl' into 'coral' as a replacement, since that made more sense from my perspective. if this confuses you while reading the tweets below, i have put my corrections for the labels/flags in alt text, which you can click on each image to access. if that doesn't help, feel free to ask questions. i tried to make this as easy and least complex as possible, so i apologize if that didn't work.

NOTE #3: if cat (strwbryfemme) and/or atlas (ilikegaycookies, who designed the bi flags btw) finds this and would like me to take it down, i will do so upon request, directly or indirectly, and also delete this blog. i intend no disrespect to either of you and i'm posting this because i like your ideas and don't want them to rot and be forgotten anymore than they already have. i edited the words themselves because i thought they would fit better, but i can also revert them back to their original versions if need be.

with that out of the way, let’s get onto the flags first!

sapphic:

lesbian:

bisexual:

information (REMINDER THAT I HAVE RE-COINED A COUPLE OF TERMS. READ ALT TEXT TO KNOW WHICH WORDS TO SWAP OUT WHEN READING THE SCREENSHOTS!):

any and all help with IDs/PTs are appreciated! i do not have the spoons to write them out as of now due to the rest of the work i'm putting into this post, but if someone wants to volunteer then i can put all the text into a rentry (or multiple) and edit it here to make the images more accessible to disabled readers. thank you!

here is some more stuff i would like to add (please also read these too if you are interested in claiming, or even if you are not on board with all this):

you should keep in mind that i am a white tme bi sapphic who knows my history and claims 'butch', so i will not argue about butch/femme discourse because i strongly support the terms not being lesbian-exclusive. however, it should be understood that i still know my place and privilege regarding other applicable aspects and do not wish to offend anyone or start discourse here. this post is simply a reupload and attempt at re-suggesting cute terms for personal use only, entirely by choice. they are not designed to be forced on anyone or become mainstream, especially not to replace femme/butch/futch or even the infamous doe/stag/tomcat. you do not have to like these or agree with them. you are allowed to dismiss the idea and move on as it wasn't made to erase or hurt anyone. please hold anyone who does spread these in bad faith accountable, thanks.

with that being said, it is my opinion that we should grant their wishes for wanting to keep this series exclusive to the sapphic community. i do not personally consider either of these individuals to be overall 'bad people', even if we disagree on some things heavily. they still deserve respect for the positive contributions they have made to our community, which is why, again, i will remove all of the above without hesitation if asked by a credible messenger.

one last thing to be reminded of ─ if anyone else ends up playing around with the theme of these terms + flags, for any given reason (such as designing pan/trans/enby/etc. versions), please do not use the word 'fish', especially if you are also white, as that already exists within a Black-exclusive context to be a cultural identity adjacent to 'femme'! i will not speak or give an opinion about what to do or not if you are Black, as i'm sure you will be able to take it from there.

this is not necessary to read, so you can stop now lol ─ anyway, thank you for your attention, and enjoy! reblogs are appreciated, and comments will be listened to. if you have any complaints directed towards the content itself, then i unfortunately cannot help you with that as said content is not really mine. however, i will try to respond to stuff related to my act of reuploading and/or adjusting the terminology. remember that i self-identify as butch and am critical of coining ideas with a similar purpose to doe/stag, but obviously i am not against it. as long as you can understand my point of view, your opinions will matter, even if they (respectfully!) dissent. have a lovely rest of your day/night!

[xxoxobree]

Here’s Proof of me being baited and bullied and gaslit for days by your favs simply because I said I wasn’t an Anon😊 Enjoy.

Honestly I knew this was gonna happen because they were being shady in the discord for days I just didn’t say anything. They were attempting address me not being from “the hood” and trying to say my fics were bad but it wasn’t directed and I didn’t respond. Later this same tactic was used to attempt to “bait” me into responding to them. Here’s other screenshots of them trying to gaslight me in the discord cursing in Spanish after I tried to defend myself and I was told “I don’t want to go there with Talia.”

The night I was accused of being an anon in Honeys inbox I went and posted this. Not aimed at any of them I was meaning the hateful anons and the weirdos that read Miles smut. They said they never accused me of anything so I thought we were good. But of course they were accusing me and gaslit me into thinking I was crazy so they took offense to my post.

Miss Dalia who I do not know and do not follow liked this post because , they were scoping my page to find anything to have the green light to attack me to “bait” me into responding to them. When she liked it, it confirmed they wanted problems for whatever reason, because prior to them saying I was the anon we never had any issues and by we I mean me cause we’ll find out later they never liked me. After she liked I posted this because we never interacted before or anything so why now and I put 2&2 together that they wanted an issue but was too pussy to actually say anything, directly that is

This was her response

Again literally no reason to say this because nothing was said to me directly and I thought we were all good , y’all said nothing was directed toward me . This was bait. But I didn’t respond. So another 🤡 posted bait.

A friend of mine responded to it because I spoke to her and let her know how I was being gaslit and the whole situation. Also it was so obvious that they were meaning me because DAYS prior it was a discussion about “people using the hood for cosplay” . And they still tried to gaslight her. Here’s her still going on TO THIS DAY! about the Hood Princess bs! I’m not white passing at all 👀🤣🤣 and the natural blonde was a joke from tik tok but you’re tryna slander me anyway you could. I’ve never cosplayed anything “the hood” isn’t exclusive to the United Stated and I live in a black nation. People hate black people and black culture and demonize the hood culture when it’s just black people authentically being themselves and I find that so amazing and the “hood princess.” Was just me appreciating being black and the impact we have on the world and us being authentically black. Also I have a large black American following why would I not use aave ? It’s called communication 👀 they wouldn’t be able to understand my Bahamian dialect.

You were meaning “white people.” But if it’s off tumblr keep it off tumblr and you “don’t want anyone’s mental to be messed up”. Which one is it ? 🥴 Talia brags about this all the time btw how she doesn’t go after people because she doesn’t want anyone’s mental to be messed up, (she said this about you miss Mayearies but you’re her lap dog so you don’t care.) acknowledging the fact that she uses tumblr as some type of power dynamic, she knows people will follow her and do and say messed up things. They have a pattern of collecting data and whatever else they can use against you and attack you.

Now as a logical thinking person did I not have a right to defend myself? Especially when I did NOTHING TO YOU! Just said that I was not the anon and I didn’t appreciate being called the anon because I know that I would be attacked by everyone and my point was proven!

Here’s the confession of them conspiring against me. To get me to respond and everything else to prove I’m the villain they so desperately wanted me to be also the confession of never liking me even tho I thought we were cool.

Now they continued to tell me I have multiple personalities, call me Oscar the Grouch, I’m insecure and all the 3rd grade ass insults they could come up with about some damn weave 😂😂.

They also accused me of being anons in their inbox. I never ever got into anyone’s inbox cause that literally makes no sense. We’re already going back and forth why be on anon ? But here’s the countless threats and insults from them in my inbox. (The one that told me to off myself is ash btw after she tried to call me out about some death threats.)

They also tried to call me out about some damn fics and what I wrote in a fic. Calling me an alcoholic clearly you don’t know what that means.

But this same person literally made this fic 🤣

Btw this is the fic they had a problem with , what was me just stating baby names, I feel like that’s so normal being young and in love and writing your name with your bf last name type stuff nothing sexual or anything, but ofc they needed something to grab at.

As for being labeled “ableist” I’m not that at all and if my comments were offensive I APOLOGIZE WHOLEHEARTEDLY! With that being said I think that should be the same label given to anyone that said I was an alcoholic considering they were discriminating against “alcoholism.” Which is a disease

So in the end I was never liked and conspired against bullied and insulted because I dared! To stand up to Talia and the others and tried to clear my name of any wrong doing because i didn’t want to be attacked.

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As I already mentioned, I am working on my transition into full time writing ❤. Between manning the super busy Christmas sale season in my customer support day job and doing an international trial live-in-situation with my lovely girlfriend whilst continuing my bulking quest (36.5 cm biceps at this point btw can I get a HELL YEAH), I stuff the remaining brain cells with marketing and book ideas. And goal setting. Woah. It all is happening so fast now and at the same time not fast enough at all!

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hey, just started exploring nsfw tumblr out of yearning and wanted to let you know that you're awesome

but uh how do you get those back muscles btw 👀

Thank youuu! i hope you enjoy it here hahaha ;)

As for my muscles though, especially on my back, i can really only thank my job. i work at a commercial paint warehouse/storefront and i carry dozens of one-gallons (8-12 pounds) and push or lift dozens of five-gallons (60+ pounds) every weekday from 8:30-5 :,) it’s not *non-stop*, but it’s a lot. but i will say that before i ever went to the gym or got this job i did push-ups (almost exclusively) which were awesome, and when i did go to a small local gym i used the overhead press machine (the one with the arms you lift/push), again almost exclusively :,) loved that machine hahaha