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Angry Sex

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Rosita Espinosa x Male!Reader 

Word count: 1132

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: While on a run with Rosita all the anger you have for each other comes to a head.

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Rosita and I were going on a run. Together. Ever since we met, there were strong feelings. We argued pretty much whenever we saw each other. So, this run was about to be worse than the dead walking. It was Rick’s idea. Normally I didn’t have a problem with Rick, he took care of me, but right now I was pissed. I knew he was just trying to get us to get along, but she was so intense. 

I grunted as I grabbed my run bag. We were gonna be gone for around two days. Rosita was leaning against the car, impatiently waiting for me. I rolled my eyes and tossed my bag in the back, hopping into the passenger seat. Rosita sighed as she sat in the driver’s seat. 

Once we got to the town we were told to go check out, we exited the car and searched the buildings. It wasn’t too hard since the city didn’t have a lot of walkers in it. After we searched some we drifted away a bit. I was searching some store when I heard a scream. I rushed to where I heard it and found a walker on top of Rosita. I quickly killed it and pulled it off her. I looked around the store and rolled my eyes. 

“Are you seriously risking your life for some damn makeup?” I asked, frustratedly. She looked at me with a slight guilt in her eyes. 

“I thought you were smarter than this! You see some makeup and your turn into a fucking idiot?” I asked, pissed off. 

“What the fuck did you just call me?” She asked, stepping closer. 

“An idiot.” I said, narrowing my eyes. She lifted her hand and smacked me across the face, before storming out of the store. I stood there in shock… Who the fuck does she think she is slapping me!? I followed out and found her leaning against the car. I stormed up to her and grabbed her by the shirt. 

“What the hell are you doing!?” She asked. 

“I’m gonna teach you a fucking lesson.” I said. I pulled her towards the hood of the car and pushed her to lean over it. I pulled her shorts, revealing that she was wearing a black thong. My dick stiffened and I smacked her ass, hard. She yelped, but I could tell she enjoyed it. 

“If you even think about slapping me again, we’ll do this all over.” I said as I spanked her again. I pushed my bulge against her barely covered pussy and she whimpered. She was grinding back before I gripped her hips. 

“I’m in charge now. You’re not getting anything your way.” I growled. She whined and tried to move again, but I held her tightly in place. 

“Y-Y/N, please…” She begged quietly. If it wasn’t for the silent city I probably wouldn’t have heard her. 

“Please what?” I asked with a smirk as I smacked her ass again. 

“Please, fuck me… I need it…” She begged, making my smirk grow. I pulled her against my chest and roughly pulled her shirt off. Her tit bounced a bit from the action. 

“I always knew you were a little slut.” I whispered in her ear. I pushed her back against the hood and unbuckled my belt. My pants fell around my ankles and I ran my finger along the thin cloth covering her pussy. She moaned and I could feel her wetness growing. I bent down and pulled the thong off as I dropped to my knees. She was so wet and I needed to taste her. I moved closer, breathing against her pussy as she shuttered above me. I plunged my tongue into her and she moaned. I quickly smacked her ass as a warning to keep her mouth shut. I didn’t do walkers ruining our time. 

I couldn’t help myself, her pussy tasted so good. She clenched around my tongue and I knew she was close. I pulled away just as she was about to cum, making her whine. I chuckled and smacked her pussy. She whimpered, but I watched her hole clench around nothing. 

“Stop teasing.” She hissed and I quickly stood up. 

“I thought I said you’re not in charge here.” I hissed and smacked her ass a bit harder. I covered her mouth before she screamed out. I pulled my boxers down and gripped my cock in my free hand. 

“See, bad girls like you get punished. You don’t go around smacking people that just saved your fucking life!” I growled and pushed into her completely. I didn’t bother waiting for her to adjust, just started fucking her hard. She moaned into my hand and I groaned at the feeling. I wrapped my other hand around her waist and pulled her up so her back was against my chest. I moved my hand that was covering her mouth down to her throat and lightly squeezed. I was grunting and moaning quietly in her ear since I could control my volume. I felt her clench around me and started fucking her harder and faster. She was cumming hard. I let go of her throat and pushed three fingers into her mouth, making her gurgle around them. I groaned as I felt her cum covering me, but didn’t slow down. Her legs were shaking and she whimpered around my fingers. I was getting close. My thrusts were still rough, but I started to stutter. 

“T-Too much…” She mumbled around my fingers. 

“Don’t care, I’m gonna fuck you until I’m done.” I said, making her whimper again. I pulled out to the tip and slammed back into her. Her head flew back and I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head as she screamed around my fingers. I came so hard inside her and moaned in her ear. 

Once I was done I pulled out and she laid against the hood of the car. I looked in my bag for a cloth or something to clean her up. Once she was clean I helped her get dressed and placed her in the passenger's seat. 

“You good?” I asked as I got in the driver’s seat. 

“Yeah… I’ve uh… I’ve kind of been hoping for something like that to happen.” She said with a blush. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, Rosita just blushed? 

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you into place for a while now.” I said with a wink, her blush deepened. 

“Let’s find somewhere to stay tonight, we can search for more supplies tomorrow.” I suggested and she nodded. 

“Maybe we can find somewhere safe enough for you to really make me scream.” She smirked. 

“Maybe we can.” I smirked, driving off to find our temporary home. 

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[the-polite-lurker]

What is it with people sexualising modest and celibate women? (Particularly nuns and muslims) Like seriously, even if I run away to a convent the second I get baptised I will still be considered sexy by some creep. Modesty is holy and dressing up in a nun costume and shamelessly sinning while doing so is blasphemy! Even if you’re atheist and don’t care about blasphemy it’s just simply disgusting and disrespectful to these women and inherently sexist. Leave the sisters in peace!

[cookie-nom-nom]

[“But I’m not even human.” 

Miles shrugged. “Human is as human does.” He forced himself to reach out and touch her damp cheek. “Animals don’t weep, Nine.”

She jerked, as if from electric shock. “Animals don’t lie. Humans do. All the time.”

“Not all the time.”

“Prove it.” She tilted her head as she sat cross-legged, her pale gold eyes were suddenly burning. Speculative. 

“Uh, sure. How?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Wot.”

“Take off your clothes and lay with me as humans do, men and women.” Her hand reached out to touch his throat. The pressing claws made little wells in his flesh.

“Urp?” choked Miles. His eyes felt wide as saucers. A little more pressure and those wells would spring out red fountains. I’m about to die. 

She stared into his face with a strange, frightening, bottomless hunger. Then, abruptly, she released him. He sprang up and cracked his head on the low ceiling and dropped back down, the stars in his eyes unrelated to love at first sight. Her lips wrinkled back on a fanged groan of despair. “Ugly,” she wailed, her clawed nails raked across her cheeks, leaving furrows. “Too ugly. Animal. You don’t think I’m human.” She seemed to swell with some destructive resolve. 

“No no no!” Gibbered Miles, lurching to his knees and grabbing her hands and pulling them down. “It’s not that, it’s just— how old are you, anyway?” 

“Sixteen.”]

——

Miles instantly recoiled, cracking his head on the ceiling again because those who didn’t learn history were doomed to repeat it, as Commodore Tung was fond of reminding him. Immediately her eyes narrowed, a snarl creeping over her sharp teeth. “You don’t think I’m human enough,” she accused, voice still husky from disuse. “I knew it.” Her claws slipped back up to the scratches on her damp face, and he jolted forward, batting them down again in a reckless manner. 

“No, it’s not that,” Miles insisted, eyeing the way her claws were curling into fists about the same size as his entire face. “You’re a child! I can’t do that.”

“My life expectancy was barely a few years. The rest of the projects have been long dead.”

“Well, it’s still wrong in human years, which is the point. There’s plenty of other tests for humanity, anyways.” Sex was by no means the epitome of human existence. “What about Socrates? Human choice motivated by the desire for happiness? Or, oh, what was that test for AI centuries ago? The Tuning Test? That would work too.” He didn’t remember what it actually entailed. “There’s many tests. You yourself said only humans lie. By your own logic, lie, ergo, human. Human is as human does.” That’s what he’d meant it to be applied to, anyway. 

Her eyes narrowed. “None of those prove your belief to me. I still like my test.” Well, naturally. [Sixteen. God. He remembered sixteen. Sex obsessed and dying every minute.] 

[“Aren’t you a little young for this?” he tried hopefully.] She started a protest, but he continued. “It’s illegal. There. I applied human laws to you.” Probably a first for Jackson’s Hole. “I also just offered you a job, and regulations ban interrank romantic interactions.” No matter how much he might want to with one particular Eli Quinn...

The power dynamic was entirely wrong, between his age and rank and the fact he was beginning to suspect he was about to rescue this girl. Or, hell, look at it the other way, at the underlying threat that he must prove he believed her human or die. It was a messed up power imbalance from nearly every angle. 

A crumpled look crossed her wolfish features. Miles tried to console her. One for it being the Vorish, gentlemanly thing to do, and two because while he thought it unlikely she’d kill him at this point, he still didn’t want to increase his chances. “I’m probably the first nice face you’ve seen in a while. Don’t settle for me simply since I got here first. There are plenty of suitable partners once you get out of this basement. Which, reminder, we’re in a hostile environment surrounded by enemies. We still need to escape.” 

Moroseness slumped her features. “It’s impossible. I stopped trying years ago. And…” a shudder ran down her strong back, ears flattening. “...they don’t like it when you try,” she said lowly. “They wouldn’t do this to me if I was human.��

“Eh, actually they would. I mean, I’m human, and I’m down here, aren’t I? I’ve been deemed subhuman before. It hurts when they think it’d be a mercy to ‘put you out of your misery’.” He was going to strangle that scientist.

She gave him an odd look, scrutinizing him more thoroughly. “You don’t look like Jacksonian work. And you said you’re human. Why isn’t that enough for them?” 

Miles spread his hands wide, a wry expression crossing his features. “Ah, but I’m a mutant. A weakling. A curse from God upon my father’s house for every sin they can think to lay at his feet. They will find anything and everything they can to hold against you, Nine, no matter what it is that makes you different. Eight feet tall or four foot nine, unmatched strength or bones of glass; they will despise you either way. Well damn their notion of being born wrong because I intend to be ten times the man they ever could be.”

“Then it’s hopeless.” 

“If you want it to be handed to you, yes. You can’t rely on someone else to give you your humanity, because that implies they can revoke it at any time. It’s a value you have to find within yourself.” It sounded like some pithy Betan advice he would’ve picked up from his mother. “With your test, you wanted your body to feel human. But what about your soul, Nine?” He paused. “No, we need a name for you. I can’t be calling you a number like some type of lab rat.” Something strong and pretty, like her. He fell into that well of old earth philosophy he had initially fallen back on. Socrates, the Greeks, the like. When he finally found the name, it seemed perfect for the girl called a monster and trapped deep in the heart of a labyrinth of labs. Wasn’t Miles intended to be some blood sacrifice to her as well? And hadn’t the minotaur been a child when he was imprisoned for life? Punished for the crime of being born, just like them. “Taura,” he breathed. “I think I shall call you Taura.”

She went still, enraptured. “A name.” Tears welled in her golden eyes. “No one has ever given me a name.” 

“I’m not giving it to you. I’m letting you take it, to seize it, to make it your own. As much as I’d like to, I can’t give you your humanity either. That’s all up to you. Break free of every cruel moniker hurled at you. Monster, mutant– who cares what any of them think!? Prove them all wrong and never look back. That’s what I did. So here: I may reject your test, but I offer my own. I believe you’re ‘human enough’ because I believe you’re worthy of freedom, of a future, of a name. I certainly can’t give any of that to you, but I sure can help you try.” Something sparked in her gilded gaze, the tantalizing offer she’d likely never been given before. It was a hope doused quickly, but it had been there at all. Miles had a chance of relighting it, of fanning the flames. 

“You really think so?” Uncertain, her fangs twisted into a guarded frown. 

Miles batted aside a twinge of guilt. It wasn’t just because she was his only shot of escape, and it certainly wasn’t for a particular scientist whose neck he wanted to wring. This was because Taura didn’t deserve to be trapped in a basement eating rats for the rest of her tenuous life. He might have needed her, but she needed him, too, if only for a little while. 

“I don’t make offers I don’t intend to provide. So, care to escape with me?” He held out an arm, almost ridiculously formal, and she took it, choosing to trust him if only hesitantly, if only for that little spark of hope still in here somewhere.

[g-o-d-l-e-s-s-h-e-a-t-h-e-n]

So I did a sexual thing with a partner for the first time yeasterday morning, and why in the hell did the church tell us this was an evil sinful thing?

It was good, it felt pure and natural, it was the easiest thing I've ever done, like I was put on this earth for doing that. I just don't get how this can be wrong.

And yeah, the answer to why christianity says it's evil is simple, it's just another means of control, but god damn I'm angry about it. Why did sex have to be taught as this sinful shameful thing in any other context than the confines of marrige? Why was the beauty of it never taught?

This was pure, natural, holy even.

What other beautiful things are they keeping behind the barrier of sin?

[icekingofhope]

a small vent post but

I’m I the only one who gets annoyed when someone brings fake teasers or news about stuff like monkie kid season 5 or sonic 3 or those looping fun fact videos or like those annoying ads on YouTube nowadays

like it gets so annoying I can’t even trust anything news related about the said media it just sometimes makes me miss the simpler time in the 2000s and 2010s

yes fandoms and media were still toxic but aleast it didn’t have those annoying loops or fake news hell the ads back then were actually really enjoyable! It just frustrating seeing people just think they can post whatever they want in the internet

Like videos with very gorey situations or sexual undertones in fucking comic dubs (looking at you couger) and most of the comic dubbers are problematic

so are fans in any time of fandom who just hate criticism with a fury any word of said creator media or the fans they release a rage like the person just insulted their entire existence

And don’t get me started on those videos with scary shit like stop scrolling if your a bad person or more

Like can we all just get our heads out of our asses and chill like just relax everyone just watch sometimes nice maybe old gameplays or cat videos or simple as a person just talking about maybe cooking!

anything!

[themculibrary]

Angry Kissing Masterlist

A is for Asphyxiation (ao3) - shieldslut steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: Tony's used to messing up on missions, and he's used to an angry Captain America yelling at him for it... but this? This is new.

Angry Kiss (ao3) - thegreenwomanswalkman steve/natasha G, 794

Summary: Maybe fighting while angry isn't the best idea, but it's the best way to get over the UST between them.

Borrowed, Stolen, Sworn and Sealed (ao3) - Im_The_Doctor (Bofur1) peter/mary jane T, 4k

Summary: Every kiss Peter and MJ share is different but in the end, they all boil down in translation to the same three words.

Don't Talk Just Kiss (ao3) - Dormammu steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: Steve and Tony are at Club A, each thinking about their never realized friendship and crush on the other and that the other hates him.

Fit The Profile (ao3) - WaterHorseyBlues loki/mobius N/R, 77k

Summary: Violent attacks, attempted murder and an unclaimed inheritance. Loki's dull life is interrupted when he's unexpectedly taken as a hostage one night. Private Detective Mobius is on the case, and Loki grasps at the chance to turn his life around and hunt down the perpetrator. What at first seems like unmotivated violence caused by an untraceable ghost soon turns into something much bigger than either Loki or Mobius could have expected. Could the answer lie in Loki's past? Or is something far more sinister going on?

He Doesn't Need Me Anymore (ao3) - loricameback steve/bucky T, 690

Summary: What really happened after Steve rescued Bucky from Red Skull.

In the End in Wonderland We Both Went Mad (ao3) - snarkysweetness skye/grant M, 1k

Summary: After a mission gone awry Skye and Ward get into a very heated shouting match that has unforeseen consequences.

Let my love erase all your doubts (ao3) - Mimisempai loki/mobius M, 1k

Summary: While traveling with Loki in Asgard on a mission for the TVA, Mobius stumbles upon what appears to be a tender moment between Sif and his lover. When Loki finds him in their room, Mobius lets his jealousy take possession of him to Loki's great surprise.

Let's Hear It For Captain America! (ao3) - Magnetism_bind steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: A missing scene from Captain America: The First Avenger

Marked For Good (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: Steve Rogers is noble to a fault, and that's how he manages to get himself into really dumb predicaments more often than not. Bucky Barnes is fed up. In fact, he's so fed up he decides a spanking's in order. They both end up enjoying it way more than either expect.

Nine Days Of Loki (ao3) - EarthAngelGirl30 loki/sif N/R, 74k

Summary: The Lady Sif has been given a mission. She's been sent to Midgard with orders to bring the troublesome trickster Loki, back to Asgard. He's been in hiding amongst the mortals after fleeing the realm eternal, in order to escape the wrath of Odin, as well as Thanos who still has a score to settle with him. With his magical abilities, Sif isn't able to apprehend him easily and inadvertently becomes his hostage. When their hatred of each other begins evolving into something more complicated, her integrity, loyalty and honour will be tested. Likewise, Loki even begins questioning his reasons for holding her captive in the first place. Unless she can convince him to return, Sif may end up being stranded on Midgard indefinitely, and who knows what fate may befall her captor. But with the possibility of Heimdall observing all, as she's pushed to the limit, will whatever happens on Midgard...stay on Midgard?

oh captain, my captain (ao3) - silentstreets steve/tony M, 1k

Summary: steve's angry so tony's angry and they make out wow

Staring at the Sun (ao3) - Silver17Springs yelena/kate E, 11k

Summary: After spending Christmas with the Barton family, Kate remembers the blonde assassin who left and is determined to find her and remind her that she still had people. She finds, her, but the second part doesn't go so well.

Or, the "Yelena is super fucked up and people ignore her trauma" trope where Kate Bishop gets thrown a learning curve about how to deal with a ticking bomb of a human person.

Surrounded, Surrounded (ao3) - ryry_peaches steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: Before the battle in Wakanda, Steve and Bucky take a little time to catch up, resolve some things and remind one another what they're fighting for.

Take Me, Quake Me (ao3) - tisfan robbie/skye E, 2k

Summary: Robbie's got a demon inside him... And Daisy was never big on caution.

The Only One For Me (ao3) - scarletvisionforever wanda/vision T, 1k

Summary: PROMPT: Fighting that leads to an angry kiss~

under the neon lights (all I see is you) (ao3) - smish1 steve/bucky E, 9k

Summary: Bucky expresses some feelings with the help of karaoke, Asgardian mead and some bad decisions.

We Don't Kiss & Tell (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 4k

Summary: The first time it happened, they were in the middle of an argument.

[iwillbreakyourfuckingskull]

if you think you can police what our littles can and cannot do i will literally fucking murder you

fun fact!! a common childhood trauma is your status as a minor being used against you since the adult will tell the child that they don't know better and that the adult has to decide for them and force them into situations they don't want to be in. the adult can control the child and the child is helpless

our littles will swear if they want. they'll listen to explicit music and watch violent media. they know what sex is. they know how it feels to be drunk. they went through horrific abuse and aren't uwu smol beans to be protected from the evils of the world. they survived these evils. and they are now finally in a position where they don't have to let themselves be objects for adults to use. they have autonomy over their own lives and if anyone is trying to take that from them once again, they're lucky i'm not about to go to prison. our littles are free people and we can take care of ourselves

strangers have no fucking right to try to control the behaviour of an adult bodied person. that's invasive, abusive and extremely ableist. don't treat us like a child, because we aren't one. show a survivor of early childhood trauma some fucking dignity and respect or shut the absolute fuck up

[teardropsonsmyguitar]

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[riversrawblog]

An Open Letter to My Ex (Part 3.25)

So we took each other's virginity. It was sloppy. I remember your mom, friends, or something else kept pounding on the door. I think we ended up going for a walk after. Oddly enough, those are not the memories that are burned into my head. Although I remember the first time you made me take Xanax, maybe you didn't "make" me, but the peer pressure was there. I completely fell apart; I just cried and didn't move for hours. Your dad drove me home, may he rest in peace, and I was still crying. I cried a lot. I cried because I was scared, I cried because I was unhappy, and I cried hoping someone would do something. No one ever did. They listened and saw, but it turned out I was the only one who could do anything to get myself out of the situation I put myself in. `Years and years went by like this, getting high, having sex, and getting high and having sex. Honestly, that's all that comes to mind. For almost 5 years. I worked a day job, I went to school, and you did whatever the hell you were doing, but all I thought about was drugs and sex. Everything else was a chore. I wish I was more present in my life. I remember the first time we did acid and the first time I had morphine and cocaine, or maybe it was heroin or horse tranquilizers. I don't think you ever told me the truth. Long story short, we threw our teenage years away. We ended up engaged at 18 and broke up before the summer even ended. Six years down the drain is not much of a loss, considering I don't think either of us were ever happy. I wish we never met. I mean that. We were so toxic to each other. Who would I be today if it wasn't for you? Oddly enough, I think I would have taken the same path with a different partner in crime. I feel like I was destined for suffering. I walk past you, and we are complete strangers. What a weird world to live in!

-River

[t4tstarvingdog]

okay going to sleep so i stop feeling bitter and sad

[fakeoutbf]

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[alilweirddragon]

I obviously didn’t get my “bad person” intuition from my mother if she supports THAT fucking cunt

[smiley-positivity-potato]

i can't handle things being unknown when rides are planned through insurance or people who have to help me don't answer to soothe my anxiety. my autism can not handle unorganized time management sorted in this way. i need precision and specific details. if I can't have that I literally want to hurt myself or die like I do right now. i already tried calling the crisis hot line and others. everyone is busy. everyone is always busy. i can't do this. I will stay in my room and never leave until the earth stops. i will end this pain in any way I can on my own. i now crave sex and hard drugs because i can't understand how people deal with this sober. i can't understand. - the Hoard, Sammi, Kiki

[kit-williams]

MOMRAD JUST SIGHS LOUDLY

It started out as just your best to try and comfort your lord. Getting him out of his armor and washing his skin... his pitch black eyes looked even darker as the bit of light that was in them was gone. Your clothes clung to your body as you rubbed the soap across his skin, just cleaning the flesh that had not been cleaned in who knows how long. The water turning red at different points but you said nothing.

The noble primarch looked devastated and heartbroken you wouldn't be surprised if you would be quietly killed for what you've seen... Lord Corvus Corax at his emotional lowest. You wash his hair being gentle as you work out the knots in his hair, broken strands of hair wrap around your fingers and cling to your arms like blackened veins.

"I'm going to kill them..." Corvus finally speaks. You pause as this is the first time he's spoken. His head lifts up as he looks at you with a calm look on his face, "I'm going to kill them." The rage barely restrained as you swallow but you nod.

"I know you will my lord." You dare speak and you feel his mouth crash into yours.

It started out as you trying to comfort your lord. Your eyes are glazed over as you arch moaning into the bed as you tighten around the thick cock pushing in and out of your sex. Fucking you through your orgasm as that only kept it going and easily building you up for your next one.

"You're going to give me more ravens." Corvus moaned as his hand cups where your womb would be though currently you were full of cum.

"Yes!" You moan out pushing your hips back to his. You were covered in bruises and your shoulders had bites marks oh if you were to die after this you certainly would die happy. "I give you sons!" You wail out as another orgasm crashes into you.

Corvus stills inside of you his hands pulling your hips flush with his as he throws his head back groaning and just shallowly thrusting into you as he cums inside of you again.

Corvus swallows feeling his cheeks flush red as he looks down at you being blissfully fucked out of your mind. He swallows as he doesn't regret any of the filthy things he whispered into your ear... in fact it only seems to rile him up again. He pulls himself out missing the warmth of your body around him. You moan softly as you lay there, the smile on your lips genuine, "Anything else you need Corvus?"

His breathing deepens at the sinful way you say this name and as much as he wants to breed you until you pass out... he can restrain himself, "Just stay."

"Of course." You say opening your arms embracing Corvus as he lays next to you, "I'll stay till you dont need me any more." And that is a promise you keep.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog

tbh the opportunities for rough breeding kink with corax are endless. like... it's after the drop site massacre, the raven guard has been decimated, he's broken and angry and his sons need to be replenished asap, and there just happens to be a very cute and sweet serf girl right there... i'll see myself to horny jail 👉👈

You are so right anon, ily

That poor serf girl can in no way repopulate the Raven Guard, but she gonna fuckin' TRY

[morg-among-the-stars]

How My Views and Thoughts Were Skewed and How I Un-Skewed Them (Read tags before reading, please.)

For a short time, I felt wanted. I thought I was loved.

You said I was hot and that you thought often about railing me, whatever that meant.

I thought that’s what desire was.

During the rare times I truly felt confident in myself to wear something that showed the tiniest bit of cleavage or my thighs, you’d tell me that you had a boner (which never made sense, considering you were non-binary and didn’t have… those parts, but who was I to discredit however you saw yourself and your gender?)

You were utterly obsessed with porn and that funneled down to me. You told me you’d tie me up so vigorously that it could break my wrists and you said you’d choke me so hard that it would kill me.

I just thought, “Well, some people are kinky.” and excused it. Rationalized it. But my gut and my body knew better, fear wrecked me. The idea of lying under such crude and uncaring hands wrecked my soul and make me ill.

You’d watch unethical porn and it would get into your mind and funnel down to me. But you had rules; I couldn’t ever try to seek out something like that myself, even when I knew how to find ethical and morally-sound adult things. That was, “being lustful”, sinning after others as you called it. I’ve never even believed in God, but I didn’t want to make you mad.

When we broke up, you called me a whore and a slut, when I’d never done a single thing wrong. I followed your rules (What relationship has rules? Who are you to strictly tell me what I can and cannot do?) and went along with every violating, grotesque thing you talked about doing to me, and I let you shove me into the hard-set box of being your submissive, delicate thing to use and the mere notion that I could have some control or say was always, always brushed off.

But I’ve learned that I’m not supposed to want to vomit at the thought of sex.

I’ve learned that sometimes, showing my thighs is just that, showing my thighs or cleavage or a bit of my stomach. I like shorts in the summer and the occasional crop-top. I’m allowed to wear it and just have it be a cute outfit.

I’ve learned that sex is supposed to be warm. Pleasurable and fun, of course, but warm and intimate mostly.

Where it’s never railing, but lovemaking or just the word sex. I prefer the word sex over anything you’d ever say.

Where there’s a mentioning of aftercare and where there’s a mutual agreement to communicate and truly listen to what the other person wants to do or try.

Where I’m allowed to say no.

It’s taken so long to not freeze up at the mentioning of sex, to open up again and not feel vile when I have sexual thoughts or fantasies of my own. It’s taken so much mental work and re-wiring of my thoughts.

But I’m learning. I’m still learning. I’m learning and working hard to shake off the bitter, violating taste that you left in my mouth.

There’s still a long road ahead of healing and communicating. Helping my partner (who actually gives two shits about my boundaries…) to understand me and to help them in any way I can, in return.

It’s a long road ahead but it’s a road I can take to dispose of all your true sins. You call me the sinner, when you should take a good, long look at yourself.