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The ABSOLUTE sexiest is this one woman I saw at work one time who was so nice to me

She was like a metalhead with tons of tattoos and piercings and we talked for a fair bit about music before she left it was cool

(and also the previously mentioned person <3)

(and whoever is reading this. i love you all.)

ughhhh I wish I had more to post about but it's kind of demotivating knowing that people won't really see it.

i mean, like... sure, that MIGHT mean that i can type whatever i want and not feel embarrassed. but it's not like it's that easy. i wish i was better at coming up with scenarios (or at least expressing them through words. not that i'm good at picturing them either, i'm aphantasic).

and there's some stuff that i'm not READY to express through words on here yet. i don't even really know if i'm ready to accept some things about myself anyway.

i just need to explore some more parts of myself. and there's some things that i need people to ask/talk to me about because it's probably not possible for me to just come out and say it. i don't really know what i mean by this yet but i'll keep tumblr posted.

manifesting ace attorney now... give me lawyer yaoi, tumblr WHERE ARE YOU HIDING IT???

no wonder people think I'm submissive... I mean I am sometimes but I love being more dominant, too! I guess I just struggle with confidence and comfort when it comes to stuff like this. god knew I would be too powerful if I didn't have anxiety.

even when I'm anon, I struggle pretty heavily with saying things because they just feel wrong. I always just end up being so polite because I'm terrified of scaring people off, I don't want to make them think I'm weird or gross. I want to make friends and respect people's boundaries, but it's hard to do both!!

this prob doesn't make any sense :(

silly scenario that i'm writing late at night in like 15 minutes. prob won't make sense.

family friend who stops by the house every couple of weeks to hang out with my parents

i've always thought she looked so cool, ever since i was a little kid... so pretty, she has cool hair, cool piercings, listens to cool music... everything about her is just so... cool! i want to be just like her.

she's always had a soft spot for me, always gave me praise when i was working hard on my schoolwork, gave me hugs and care like she was my real aunt or something.

she's always a bit handsy, grabbing my shoulders, holding my hand, ruffling my hair... but i'm too oblivious to notice. she slowly ramps up her touches, day by day, giving me so much praise to make me feel good and special... and then one day, she walks into my room after breaking away from my parents for a single moment and asks if i want her to make me feel even better.

the thought of feeling good, of spending even more time with her, fills me with joy. i eagerly agree, of course.

she asks me all sorts of weird questions like "do you find girls pretty?", "have you kissed any of them?", "do you think i'm pretty?" and the answers are all simple. yes, no, yes. she smirks when she hears the latter two.

she leans in a little bit closer, her eyes boring into my own with a sense of pride before they flicker down to my lips. before i can even say any more words, she closes the gap between our mouths, giving me my first kiss with the person i've always had a secret crush on. i hear about how this kind of thing is wrong, but it feels really good! after all, she's always so nice to me.

as the kiss deepens, my inexperienced lips struggle to keep up. i feel her tongue brushing up against the seam of my lips but she appears to think better of it and gently breaks the kiss with a gasp, our mouths still connected by a string of saliva. she smiles softly and whispers in my ear, asking me if it felt good. i nod eagerly, my cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, as she stands back up fully as if nothing weird happened.

she tells me that if i want to do more of that, it'll have to wait for a while because she spends so much time with my parents. and she reminds me that i'm not allowed to tell anyone about this, that it'll be our little secret.

i nod in agreement, so excited to be doing grown-up stuff with someone as pretty as her. i tell her that my parents are going out on a date tomorrow night so we can continue it then. the thought of being truly alone with me seems to strike a chord within her, but she quickly buries it with a caring smile and agrees.

and as quickly as the moment came, she leaves my room with a soft click, leaving me wondering if that really happened. but i guess that i can only look forward to tomorrow night, hoping i really get to see her again with a ch1ldlik3 wonder and anticipation in my chest.

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Depends on who's saying it

It's gotta be the right tone of voice and it needs to be a time when I'm bottoming y'know?

and this is my type when it comes to men (and i want it to be me SO BAD)

this is my type when it comes to women

(please don't explode me tumbles <3)

sleep is for the WEAK

(i am evidently quite frail... good night, chat.)

bitches call me goro akechi the way i'm autistic and evil

hot take: submissive yandere