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rosycasket · 3 months
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♡ ROSARIO (ROSE) ♡ Guatemalan-American ♡ Nonbinary Trans Man ♡ He/They, Ze/Zyr ♡ Questioning, but I know I love cock at least lmao ♡ Trans, intersex and aroace friendly! ♡ Semi-non-SFW, but will tag things accordingly to the best of ability ♡ AuDHD, C-PTSD, depression, anxiety, AVPD, spinocerebellar ataxia type 10 (SCA10)
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LGBT+ History Nerds when you tell them you don't think Steven Universe/Rocky Horror Show were the milestones of queer representation they make them out to be
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accirax · 7 months
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a surprising sequel?!
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The P.E.I. Transgender Network is holding a rally for trans rights on April 2nd.
The group says the rally is being planned in reaction to "ongoing and increased public displays of transphobia/anti-trans movements occurring across P.E.I."
Lucky Fusca is the executive director of the group. They say that at the same time they are planning the rally, they have moved a health-care panel discussion from in-person to online because of safety concerns.
"With the anti-trans rhetoric and movements happening globally and specifically on Prince Edward Island, there was a question from one of our panelists around safety," Fusca said. [...]
Continue Reading.
Tagging: @politicsofcanada
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pacific-rimbaud · 9 months
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Hi! I'm curious regarding Panville's dynamic on RoT. You write that they basically never argue and some of their disagreements get sorted out quickly (barring the one before the accident ofc). And that 5 years later, they're still deeply in love and shagging constantly. It's so beautiful but I guess I've become jaded with mainstream media (and some of the marriages/relationships i've been around) but do you think that's really possible? Not without hard work, but is it attainable and realistic?
I meant for Remember One Thing to be something lovely and beautiful and escapist to sink into. I write this ship because they're incredibly soft and fill me with so much warmth and happiness when I'm inhabiting their world in my imagination. All of our escapist outlets are so different, and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to put something out there that is maybe a little different or niche for people who enjoy it.
But also . . . extremely long-ass rant under the cut.
I can't find the source right now, but apparently when Terry Pratchett was a very young journalist he interviewed older married couples to ask their secrets to a long marriage. One of the couples straight up said they stayed happy because they had a ton of sex throughout their marriage and still did. There's also that kind of wild essay Ayelet Waldman wrote for the NYT about how much sex she and Michael Chabon were still having after four children, among other sentiments. People do experience a confluence of high libido and sustained admiration and attraction. It helps to partner with a sexy, kind, capable person who's a great communicator and does genuinely equitable domestic labor, which is what I've written.
And as far as fighting goes, that's down to a lot of things that I won't get into, but it's 100% possible. My three kids never fight. They have very rare arguments/hurt feelings over resources ("Who ate the last of the rice crackers?" kind of thing), but they resolve their conflicts quickly and respectfully and have never, ever sought to hurt one another physically or emotionally. This has nothing to do with my parenting, it's just them, for whatever reason. It's so marked and consistent that they're disturbed by sibling conflict in media, and don't understand why their friends hate their siblings.
It's a joke in my house to call me Spock because I live in my rational brain most of the time. It has drawbacks, but one perk is that I find it very easy to approach conflict with a cooperative problem-solving mentality vs. a win-lose mentality. I really cannot overstate how life-altering that is. And I actually do think that it's possible for almost anyone to become good enough at communication and secure enough in their sense of self to have a very low-friction partnership.
Tl;dr: it's absolutely possible to not fight with the people you live with, and it's possible to not hate your spouse. I will say that I see more genuine friendship, mutual regard and happiness in queer relationships than I do in straight ones.
So my answer to: is this possible? Attainable? Realistic? is yes and no. Remember One Thing is heterosexual monogamist escapism, meant to simply enjoy for those who are into it. I also absolutely think it's possible to sustain a super active sex life across the lifespan of a monogamous partnership. It's also possible to not fight (I don't mean not disagree or work though differing opinions, that's just life). Is it likely to find both of those things in a partnership? Plus whatever else we may want—successful careers, healthy, connected parenting, physical health and well-being, hobbies, extended family connections, travel? That's a ton of pressure and a BUNCH of separate social problems we shouldn't feel responsible for personally solving or attaining. Also kind of funny how under predatory capitalism security and satisfaction are not enough (are in fact antithetical to the pursuit of profit). Any aspect of our lives that isn't peak and ideal is framed as a problem with a market-based solution. There's an app to optimize all of this. Click to accept the unfettered use of your data in perpetuity.
The thing about the relationship in Remember One Thing isn't that it's ideal, it's that it's peaceful. It's marked by a high level of metta, or lovingkindness: connectedness; openness; mutual goodwill; benevolence. It's emotionally non-violent. One of my all-time favorite authors is E.M. Forster, a gay man who wrote about queer joy long before that was a term and whose existence was criminalized during his lifetime. There's this famous line in A Room with a View: " . . .  by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes." Remember One Thing is about a Yes relationship. It's safe to be vulnerable. That vulnerability engenders trust, which makes it possible to stay open. It's a virtuous cycle.
Why don't we think we can have that? And for those who want sex, why do we feel like silly, secure, fun, connected sexual intimacy that we genuinely enjoy and regularly seek from a partner is unrealistic? So much of what we think is normal about partnership is actually centuries-worth of radioactive institutional abuse and exploitation. We covertly and overtly frame relationships in terms of power, performance, and extraction. What do I get from this relationship vs. I get to hang out with you. That's no way to live. I have to believe it's attainable to find that person or people who feel like a sweet, sexy Yes and treat them with grace and kindness. Otherwise what's the point?
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fictionkinfessions · 5 months
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i cant tell people im ruv from fnf bc theyll assume im talking about the canon one but im Actually talking about the fanfic version i made up in my head. like its so different to the point that seeing the canon bothers me a little bit - not enough to make me act stupid or bother people, but enough to be a little uncomfortable. and like seeing me be portrayed as cishet also makes me so ridiculously uncomfortable bc in my memories me being queer and growing to accept that was such a huge struggle for me; i get that like its technically just a "headcanon" and not everyone is gonna follow it or find it appealing but aghhhhghgjkfdhg PLEASE i am queer i am arospec i am genderqueer
in other news, been fleshing out another fic idea thats a royal au and got surprised when i got memories from it despite this id being the one that tends to give me the most clear memories and i KNOW i tend to relate to royal aus because i Already have ids from royal aus. someone stop my brain from doing this every time i cant even interact with anyone outside of my companion when it comes to this id bc they wont GET IT
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jasontoddssuper · 9 months
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I'm not a coq///uette or a f*mboy or some other gross word,i'm literally just femme and love being soft and queer.Not everything is about sex ffs and it's super rizzless of y'all to act like it is
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rotteneldritchhorror · 6 months
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q-writes · 2 years
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- Unearthed, exposed
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Ngl I’m subscribed to all the queer media analysis people on YT and I’ve seen a lot of buzz about stuff like Heartstopper and IWTV and absolutely nothing on TLW. I had to go searching for it and even then, barely anything came up. That’s not a question of quality btw, for what it’s worth I loved the gay vampires and I thought Heartstopper was cute.
Is it because TLWGQ is in its third season now or do we just give zero fucks about queer women??!
[Terfs if you touch this post I will drown you in the pool.]
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olivescardigans · 1 year
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we will never get over the damage the phrase “not gay as in happy but q*eer as in fuck you” did for the LGBT movement 
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Me: don't tag my posts, the posts of a queer person, with "q word"/"q slur"
TERFs: I can't have a TRIGGER?? I'm not allowed to be UNCOMFORTABLE??? Saying "don't reblog my posts if you're going to tag it with something very rude to me and my identity" is LITERALLY HOMOPHOBIA.
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zoeyp03 · 9 months
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I'm literally just writing this at the request of a friend who wanted to learn more about my relationship with gender, so here goes
I had a rocky relationship with gender like.. ages ago. I was one of those people who at a very early age exhibited like heavily feminine qualities. I liked pink, I liked dresses, I liked princesses. And as an AFAB person this looked nothing out of the ordinary for like... a couple of third world country parents raising their "perfect A, gold star girl". But of course, there reached that stage, where there was no way in absolute hell you could allow someone, anyone, to be feminine at all. And of course, since society thinks that a single ounce of body fat immediately means that you... can't exist or something.
I'd started to get bullied for daring to believe I could look cute while being hyper feminine, bit by bit I began to resent femininity, and then... I was "not like other girls". If I wasn't allowed to be feminine, I wasn't going to even try at all. I was terrible, terrible to other girls. Maybe not the bully, but being an outcast doesn't immediately make you the victim. Yes, I was quiet about my resentment, but it was still there and very present for me.
Before I'd realized, my mom (bless her) took notice of this and just... asked me what was wrong. A little something called "learned helplessness" taught me that it's never ok to tell someone what id wrong with you, at all. So I never said anything. But at the very least I knew one thing: I hated being a "girl". I hated it because I felt like I was not allowed to do anything I wished. I hated it, because the word was always associated with being "lame", "weak", "lesser than others", and of course "ugly". Of course, these are very stupid, and not at all valid ways to reason being non-binary. So little me had a long journey before them to learn that these were not the reason they weren't a girl at all. And it all started with... internet.
The internet was my safe haven, needless to say. I didn't have to share my image with everyone to see, and ruin my reputation with how dreadfully ugly I was (again, child brain.) I had heard of Tumblr like a few years ago, I was told that it wasn't a safe place because all of the terrible people with bad takes went there. But I wanted to find that out for myself. Turns out, I didn't just stumble upon the bad people with the bad takes, I'd just met... people. Sure, more than half of them were misinformed children just like me, but they all taught me a valuable lesson that I hadn't thought of: breaking out the of gender binary.
Being trans was... beyond me. I had no idea that that was even a possibility at all, and when I'd learned that was a thing, I was impressed! You can just... change your gender? To the one that you actually are? That was amazing! ...But there was nooo way that could apply to me! I was a girl! Sure, not the prettiest girl, but still a girl!
Buddy, the signs were there. But alas, they needed a while to figure it out.
I had excitedly told about it to my rl best friend. She was just as amazed as I was. Another friend who at the time I was entirely aware that they were a lesbian, chimed in that they were aware of it and that it was a very cool thing. I was... very lucky that I was surrounded by people who could understand and be amazed with me. I could not even imagine if that were the case.
Anyway, I was made aware of what being transgender was at a relatively younger age, but the concept of being non-binary eluded me, even as I grew into being a teenager. What do you mean you're not a man or a woman? Didn't they just tell you what you were supposed to be when you were younger? How do you manage to just... ignore what people tell you what you're supposed to be? Something in me told me that I resonated with the concept, that there was a chance I was not a girl at all.
But with the life that surrounded me outside of my friendships, outside of my internet circle... I was still the "little girl of the family", the "only daughter", "the little miracle". I was always told what I was supposed to be by my family. That I was supposed to become an expert in English, get an amazing job as either a doctor or a lawyer, marry a good man and have at least 2 kids. My life had been planned out by my family ages ago.But that was not me.
By a certain period of time, I knew I was part of the m-spec, with the label of "bisexual" feeling like the most fitting for me personally. I knew I did not want children. Teen me says it's because they hate kids, present day me says that it's because they do not have what it takes to be a parent. Any children I could have deserve better than what I could give them. But that's besides the point. I knew I was queer, yet something always stopped me from believing I could be anything other than a girl. Maybe it's that feeling of "I could disappoint someone", "What's that going to change for my image?", "Who in real life could be attracted to someone like me even if I wasn't a girl?" (I apologize for the last one, I've been a hopeless romantic my entire life)
But time passes, and people change. Including the adults around me. I saw that my mom (bless her), had been watching and interacting with media aplenty that included transgender people in them. A Brazillian soap opera in particular had caught my attention. There was a trans man in that series, and as painfully typical and angsty as you would expect for a story like that to be in a soap opera, my mom was moved by it. I can't remember if the portrayal was misinformed, or outdated, but at the time it was what I needed. For once, I saw a family member understand and sympathize with a transgender person. For once, the possibility of me not being a girl at all didn't seem so out of the ordinary. There was just one thing I needed to get over.
I still continued to be more masculine, and I had considered the idea that I could be a trans man myself. And despite the fact that being referred to with masculine pronouns felt correct (thank you mom for confusing me and my brother from time to time), being referred to as a "man" didn't really fit... Not to mention, I felt like a part of me was missing. Something I hadn't quite tried and enjoyed, almost years ago.
I hadn't completely quit being feminine, because to my family I was still a girl. And a girl will be given girly clothes by other family members. Fortunately, as time passed and as I kept on learning about gender and to be more sympathetic to women AND TO MYSELF, I started to accept my femininity again. I wanted to learn how to do my makeup since it looked like fun, I loved painting my nails, and there were some dresses I felt comfortable and cute in.
At some point, I had this internal battle. Should I be feminine or masculine? Was I a man or a woman? I could not figure it out for the life of me. I identified as bigender for a while, but I didn't feel like it fit for me. I also tried identifying as a demigirl for another while, and while it made me massively happy to identify as such for a good amount of time, I came to the slow but sure realization that I was something else entirely.
I was non-binary.
It didn't come to me as a shock, or a revelation. But more along the lines of "finally figuring out all the pieces of the puzzle, and all of them falling into place perfectly". For once in my life, I was at peace with myself. Sure, the chances of most rl circles in my country not at all understanding what the hell non-binary could possibly mean was gonna be hurtful, painful even. It was gonna sting, and as a matter of fact, things were going to get even harder from this point forward.
But I am not in this for the simplicity of things. I don't want to simplify things for others' comfort. I am making it my life's mission to help educate others, but also to educate myself even more. I am literally only 20 years old as I am writing this. Hell, it may suddenly turn out that I could be a binary trans man, I could be bigender, there is still so much I have to learn about myself. It's not a journey with a certain destination. But I am more than willing to keep on going in this journey if it means I'll be satisfied with myself.
Non-binary feels right to me right now. If that is not the case anymore at some point, we'll get to that whenever. And if not, then I'll learn about something else about myself, something I had not thought about, and settle my feelings on the matter.
This story does not have a real ending, it's a never-ending journey. And I'm willing to go at it for as long as I can, if it means that I'll be happy with myself, with my friends, and my loved ones. That's what I've set out to do ever since I entered this world.
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firep0wder · 1 year
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a word being used derogatorily does not a slur make actually.
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junmsli · 2 months
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needy
pairing. enzo vogrincic x reader
cw/tw. smut, praise, established relationship, dry humping, unprotected sex, enzo un pocooo bromista, oral (reader recibe), dirty talk, age gap (no especificado), afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.
word count. 1.4k
rating. +18 (dejé ganar a mis pensamientos intrusivos)
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"enzo" la joven musita bajito el nombre del hombre que se hallaba en la habitación que ambos comparten, acostado en la cama, viene de haber estado lavando la poca vajilla que quedaba sucia. él se encontraba leyendo un libro, llevando puesto lo que parecía ser una camisa bastante liviana y el resto de su cuerpo cubierto por una sábana.
"¿qué pasa, mi amor?" dice y aparta la mirada del libro brevemente para enfocarse en ti por unos segundos, sonríe y vuelve a prestar atención a su libro. "vení y acostáte ya".
"sobre eso..." ella ríe nerviosamente y empieza a caminar hacia su dirección, su ropa consistía en una camiseta negra oversize, la más grande que pudo haber encontrado, sus bragas y no llevaba sostén porque al encontrarse sola con su pareja, en su hogar ¿quién en su sano juicio usaría sostén?
la muchacha se sube a la cama, con enzo en la cabecera y ella en el otro extremo, pero planea cambiar eso. empezando a gatear hacia él y una vez a su costado, toma suavemente el libro de las manos del uruguayo y lo deja en la mesita de noche "¿podrías seguir leyendo mañana? tengo una situación aquí.”
él alza una ceja "bueno dale, pero tengo una pregunta para vos, ¿la situación es; 'necesito una culeada'?" él aprieta los labios divertido "no estoy que me quejo".
"¿cómo sabes?" se hace la sorprendida, como si esa no hubiese sido la intención de todo el asunto para empezar.
empieza desabotonar los botones de la camisa de enzo con paciencia, logra su objetivo y se la saca delicadamente por la cabeza, quita la sábana que cubría el resto de su cuerpo, para ahora bajar su bóxer, tarea que acaba con una sonrisa coqueta.
"un poco bastante necesitada andas vos"
ella ignora su comentario y se sube sobre él. pone sus piernas en los costados de enzo, al nivel de su miembro y de su clítoris cubierto, lleva también sus manos a la cintura del mayor. ambos jadean por el roce más que placentero y enzo agarra sus caderas guiando su ritmo, conociendo mejor que nada cómo es que a su chica le gusta.
la fémina mueve sus manos con la intención de quitarse la camiseta, sin dejar de jadear, una vez que cumple con su objetivo agarra las manos de enzo de donde estaban  y las lleva a sus senos, incitandolo a tocar y masajear tanto como quiera. “vos serás mi muerte.” menciona mientras acaricia suavemente los pezones ya duros de su novia. “decime qué querés y lo tenés, mi sol.”
se mueve con más rapidez encima del miembro de enzo y toma fuerzas antes -casi- susurrar “q-quiero que me folles.” entre jadeos.
“¿con esa boca besás a tu vieja?” 
“dios, enzo no menciones a mi mamá mientras estamos en esto.” dice ella, sintiendo sus cachetes más que calientes.
él se ríe “mmh, vienes acá, te hacés la que no pero sí, no demorás ni dos minutos y ya estás saltando sobre mí.”
“no estoy saltando-” menciona, podrían estar cogiendo como si de eso dependiera su vida pero jamás permitiría la oportunidad de llevarle la contra a su novio. “y yo vine a lo que vine.”
“quizás debería cogerte tan fuerte y duro como estoy seguro vos esperás.” 
con delicadeza (no la misma que acaba de usar para decirle que la va a follar hasta el cansancio) él la toma y voltea a la chica acostando la en la cama.
le baja las bragas, su mirada sigue todo el breve momento y procede a quitarlas, sin importarle donde las arroja. su cabeza sube a la altura del centro de la muchacha, sus dedos caminan por los muslos de ella y los acaricia haciendo camino hasta llegar a su estrecho agujero e ingresa dos dedos que mueve a propósito, a un ritmo lento, lleva sus ojos en dirección a los de ella “toda mojada, no tenés ni puta idea de lo que me hacés sentir.”
sus labios van a su clítoris donde comienza el trabajo de chuparlo con adoración, la mujer gime alto y acaricia sus senos dejándose llevar. 
“muy exquisita si querés saber.” comenta enzo, lo que causa que la chica suelta una pequeña y nerviosa risa, él mantiene su trabajo en ella, dedos en el fondo de ella y lengua y labios en su clítoris, moviéndose, chupando y lamiendo como solo él sabe y aprendió, que a su compañera le gusta. 
sus labios dan lentas vueltas alrededor del punto más dulce de la muchacha y suelta bajos jadeos al probarla “mierda, sos tan adictiva.”
“e-en, yo…”
“decime qué querés”
“ya lo dije, en, sabes lo que quiero”
“no lo recuerdo” se encoge de hombros sabiendo que ella mantiene sus ojos en su figura.
“te quiero dentro, te necesito, quiero que me folles” dice con todas sus fuerzas, enzo nunca detuvo sus movimientos y los gemidos de la chica a la par, tampoco nunca cesaron.
enzo asiente con una sonrisa burlona. “nunca te diría que no.” aleja su rostro de ahí abajo, saca sus dedos contemplando lo mojados que están y alza una ceja divertido. nivela sus rostros y sonríe una vez más, sus dedos llenos de la esencia de la muchacha, van hacia la boca ella, donde los mete y mueve. “mi amor siempre sabe lo que quiere y yo se lo doy.” la fémina mueve su lengua alrededor de los dedos de enzo.
él después de un par de segundos separa sus dedos de su boca, usa ambas manos en el trabajo de poner las piernas ella a los costados de su cintura.
una mano finalmente se dirige a su miembro erecto para llevarlo al encuentro del centro de la joven. “siempre luces tan deliciosa cuando estoy apunto de enterrarme en ti.” finalmente comienza los movimientos de sus caderas contra las de la muchacha, suelta un par de gemidos mientras susurra su nombre, lleno de lujuria, adoración y gran amor. mantiene un ritmo rápido, estocadas que llevan a ambos a un muy alto placer. 
“sos tan hermosa.”
“por-por favor, te necesito.” dice.
“lo sé, mi amor.” no planea detenerse y observa con fascinación la figura de la mujer que tanto ama debajo de él. “me tomas tan bien. ”acerca su rostro al de ella y empieza un más que apasionado beso, lenguas se tocan y exploran todo lo que el otro le puede dar a cada uno.
enzo, como ya se mencionó, conoce cada punto que tocar, besar, lamer y acariciar para que su novia se siente en el mismo cielo, y no duden en que usará cada uno de sus conocimientos sobre ti en cada oportunidad que se le presente de hacerte sentir bien. “justo así, mierda, esa es mi chica.”
desesperadamente, la joven lleva sus manos a la espalda del pelinegro, donde las mantiene y acaricia con veneración, respiraciones pesadas se sienten el uno contra el otro, besos mojados son depositados en el rostro de ella. 
puede sentir como las paredes de ella lo presionan en su interior y sonríe, con más ternura que lujuria, al conocer que su amor está cerca de llegar a la cúspide de placer.
tal cómo él también lo es.
no tiene reparos en preparar y calcular cada uno de sus siguientes movimientos en ella, cualquiera podría llevarla al tope. sus estocadas premeditadas son un poco más lentas, entrando y saliendo, disfrutando cada segundo, sabiendo que es suya y que momentos así, estarían acompañándolo toda su vida, específicamente, ella lo estaría acompañando.
“sos tan linda desmoronándote debajo de mí.” susurra.
pensamientos de cómo es que dijo esas palabras con tanta facilidad llegan a él y sonríe, una sonrisa cargada de todas las posibles emociones que la situación le podría brindar, sigue los gemidos de ella diciendo todo los sinónimos de hermosa que llegan a su mente.
enzo acelera una vez más, moviendo sus caderas contra las de ella con la mayor precisión posible, toma el rostro de la jóven en sus manos. “mírame mientras te corres.” logra decir, muy sumergido en la neblina de placer en la que se encuentran ambos.
ella asiente, diciendo todo tipo de obscenidades, su orgasmo llega de manera abrumadora y suelta un último gran gemido. más respiraciones pesadas le siguen mientras el pelinegro busca también su liberación, ya que su prioridad ya había sido alcanzada. 
luego de lo que parece casi nada, ella siente la carga de semen del mayor bañando sus paredes de forma deliciosa.
“¿fue esto más interesante que el capítulo de tu libro que estabas leyendo?”
“déjame en paz, amor, vamos a limpiarte.” le responde con una sonrisa cansada pero satisfecha.
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writer's note: esto fue, definitivamente más rápido de lo que pensé 😭 si me olvidé de algún tag ¡avísenme!
otra vez, cualquier tipo de feedback es bienvenido :p espero que les guste <3
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fictionkinfessions · 7 months
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kin tropes for the ask game: light as a villainous force, hunger as horror, british people in really fucked situations, being a moth or having a moth motif. also, for some reason, i only ever seem to kin from indie video games and queer horror podcasts. if anyone's got any kin assignments, hit me. bonus points if you manage to guess a character or source i'm already from
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