#bitching

[yuriartillery]

i hate men. as a class. this is not hyperbole. pay close attention to how men talk. even for a little bit. you'll hate them too

[molsno]

the fucked up thing is that trans women basically aren't allowed around kids. at all. I don't know a single trans woman who spends almost any time with kids. which, y'know, sucks for trans women who actually like kids. I can think of plenty of adults I regularly spent time with as a kid who were the age I am now or even younger, but now that I am an adult, there are no kids in my life and maybe never will be because society is so horrifically transmisogynistic that basically every parent hears "trans woman" and thinks "pedophilic rapist" and wouldn't be caught dead letting their children interact with us

[orangeyellowberry]

dennis who’s always felt vaguely wrong in his alpha body, always seen as too sensitive and weak “for an alpha”.

his dad always telling him to toughen up and act like the alpha he is, but dennis didn’t really know how to do that. after getting cut off from his family and fleeing to the pittsburgh, he tries to ignore that wrong feeling for as long as he possibly can. which turns out to be until he's taken home from the bar one night by jack and robby.

the three are tangled together in bed when the tears start to spill. Jack and Robby are calling him all kinds of adorable pet names, kissing and nipping all over his soft skin. they're treating him so good and it's starting to make dennis' stomach hurt and his throat sting.

dennis' body is telling him he needs to fight these alphas for dominance, growl and bite, but all he really wants to do is lay there and take whatever the men want to give him. he wants to be showered with kisses and told he's a good boy but his body just won't accept that. he doesn't mean to start crying during a hookup, God that's so fucking embarrassing. it's just that no ones ever treated him so delicately, like he's something precious.

robby and Jack are quick to notice that the sweet boy isn't feeling comfortable anymore and stop to investigate. all Dennis can get out between sniffles though, are weak I'm sorry's and aborted explanations.

once he calms down enough he quietly explains how confused his body is right now and how sorry he is for ruining things. but of course one mortifying conversation isn't enough for him tonight.

"denny, this sounds like a little more than alpha hormones running high." robby's slowly running his warm hand up and down dennis' back, soothing him. "can I ask if you maybe don't want to be an alpha? maybe an omega instead?"

because he's right, normally in alpha/alpha pairings—like his and abbot's—the chase for dominance is the thrill itself; temporary submission can be relaxing, but there's always an itch to fight back that fuels the spark of the relationship. there's never been genuine upset at wanting to fight back, no lasting unhappiness with the inability to submit like dennis just described to them.

"i've never-um i've never thought of that. like I knew I was fucked in the head maybe, but biologically too?" he's wringing his hands, trying to dispel some of the works anxiety cramps he's had in years.

jack is quick to correct his language though, "no baby, not fucked. some things just don't happen the way they're supposed to. you sound real omega to me sweet thing, all your whimpers and whines from earlier, 's just your body might've made a mistake somewhere down the line. nothing a little tlc won't fix." his easy acceptance and quick use of pet names has Dennis blushing like crazy.

"you mean like-like," he can't even speak the idea into existence yet, needs to know he's not the only person in the room thinking it.

"yeah, like bitching dennis. think about it kiddo, it's really helpful for some people to feel more at home in their skin." robby chimes in softly.

all this talk though, has dennis feeling not only as embarrassed as he's ever felt, but also as brave. he's never been able to talk about the way he feels towards his designation with someone, and the reassurance feels like a drug.

"no I don't need to think about it. I want it, I think I really want it."

jack and robby's matching smiles are so radiant. "great, we could get you set up with some resour-"

but dennis' moment of braveness hasn't worn off yet, "Jack, Robby, will you bitch me?"

okay now it has.

[galoogamelady]

Boooo tumblr boooo let me post the naked Buttons

[wtevrroesyurboat]

𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝔹𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝔾𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕕

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★,｡･: Dom to Sub Top! Clark Kent X Reader ｡･:*★

Summary: You meet a Red K infected Clark Kent. Looks like you've both met your match.

─✰ Contains: Making out, Oral sex, dry humping, size difference, begging, switching, pet names ─✰ Rating: Explicit ─✰ Content Warning: Unprotected sex, mildly dubious consent/ non verbal consent, use of "good boy" in reference to Clark, characteristic RedK attitude ─✰ Word Count: 2K+

A/N: The Red K has finally infected me! Clark referred to as Kal in this bc he's undercover (｡•̀ᴗ-)★

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The night had been slow but you expected it to be. The only people who come to this club on weekdays were the owners, their bodyguards and bored people who knew about said owners and body guards. You were the latter, always stopping by when you had nothing better to do in an outfit that screamed “I'm bored, take me home”. You stopped feeling shame a while ago. What’s shameful about wanting a rich asshole to show you a good time? You’d run their tab up on fruity drinks till you were sufficiently dumb enough to spend the night in a highrise you could only dream of owning. It was your little slice of pie for going through your painfully average life with as much grace as it allowed. By now it had reached 2am and you were just about to call it quits when a tall, dark haired man tailed in behind some old guy. 

You had never seen him before. You vaguely recognized the usual patriots and their rotation of muscle but you were positive you’d remember seeing those intense blue eyes. Just your luck, they sat in a booth adjacent to the bar. The two men seemed to be done talking shop if the light chatter and rolling chuckles you heard over your shoulder were anything to go off of.  

“Go, have a drink; enjoy yourself; think about what I’ve offered you.” You caught the older man saying. The exact moment your mystery man went to scan the room, you worked up the courage to look over your shoulder. When your eyes met, his pearly white canines showed in a wolfish grin and you knew you had to have him. 

You tried to keep it nonchalant. You looked back at your drink casually and subtly leaned forward over the bar. Over the quiet music, you could hear large boots stomp towards you. As much as you wanted to, you won’t look up until he acknowledges you first. 

“Hey,” He said simply, sliding in to slot himself next to you. “I’m Kal.” 

You looked over at him but had to orient yourself as you realized you needed to look up far more than you were expecting to meet his eyes. 

He continued. “This place is kinda a drag, huh? My apartment is much nicer.” 

“Straight to the prize?” You scoffed, surprised by the brazen behavior. “Usually the guy’s here at least offer to buy me a drink first.”

“Well,” He leaned forward to crowd you even more and traced a finger up your arm. “Lucky for both of us, I’m far from the usual guy. I see something I want. Why should I beat around the bush?” 

You defyingly place a firm hand on Kal’s chest. “I suppose. The real question is: what's in it for me?” 

“Easy. You get to spend the night with me and I’ll show you something you’ve never seen before.” 

Kal dragged his hand up up your thigh to then rest on your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. 

“What makes you so sure I've never seen it?” 

“I know a good girl when I see one.” 

“If I was a good girl,” You whispered up at him, sliding a finger in between a slight gap in his shirt buttons. “I wouldn’t be here talking to someone like you.” 

Kal smirked, licking his lips with a slight chuckle. 

“My mistake.” 

Screw it if this guy had the worst vibe in the world, you thought, that laugh needed to be ingrained into your soul before you could let yourself go home. You grabbed him by his front belt buckle and dragged Kal out the club with you. You stop near a motorcycle you were more than sure belong to him then grab the back of his neck to pull him into a heated kiss. Kal was quick to slip his tongue in, rolling it over yours as your lips linked together. He barely breaked for air with anytime you pulled back, the tips of your tongues still flicking, he’d grab your jaw and force you back. Mercifully, he let go of your lips once he’d sucked and nipped at them to his satisfaction but then he took to trailing those wet kisses down your chin and jaw. You knew they'd be a bitch to cover up if he left a hickey but you had no mind to complain when the mountain of a man in front of you pushed your pelvises together and forced you to grind against his thigh. 

“Oh, fuck,” You swore as you held on to his shoulder with no choice but to move along with his steel tight guiding grip. 

“Watch that pretty mouth.” Kal muttered into your neck. “Ready to go?” 

You just nod. You figured the next turn of events was you hopping onto the motorcycle that you were surprised hadn’t been knocked over by now but surprisingly Kal scoops you up in a bridal carry instead. 

“I’ll come back for the bike. I got something much faster.” 

You blinked as a gush of air hit you square in the face. The force of it was like a punch that left you dizzy and slightly disoriented. Once your eyes focused, you realized you were in a large penthouse apartment. The scenery was like a move with the moonlight flooding in from the open curtain to illuminate the bed. You looked up at the man who still had you gathered in his arms with a mixture of awe and excited anticipation. 

“Some trick” You managed to quip, trying to appear unfazed. “Let me down?” 

Kal sets you to the floor and rolls his eyes while you attempt to fix your wind swept appearance. He dragged you to bed, or more so picked you up again and slung you over his shoulder to carry you to the bed. You hit the mattress with an unceremonious “ooff” and turned a glare up at Kal who was already shrugging off his leather jacket. 

“Asshole!” You glared at him with a barely contained smile tugging on your lips. 

“Who, me?” He says cheekily while kneeling in front of the bed. Before you could ask what he was doing, he grabbed you by the hips and slid you closer to him. You watched in wonderment as he placed kisses along your thighs while making the most intense eye contact from under his eyelashes. For such a personality, you thought he had a sweet face. You could almost imagine him with a softer smile and an innocence shining behind those big blue eyes. Something compelled you to reach out and pet him. It was a simple gesture to brush his bangs off his forehead but still he leaned into the touch. Intrigued, you brought your hand back up to rake your fingers through his dark wavy hair. His eyes fluttered for a second and he let out a barely audible sigh as he dropped his head into your lap. Soon he was completely engrossed with your touch, making a deep rumbling sound of contentment. 

He let it go on longer than you had expected. Kal seemed to have forgotten his earlier mission of getting laid in favor of indulging his surprising need for gentle affection. You had been with those guys who got all mushy afterwards but this was taking it to another level. Experimentally, you grabbed a fistfull of his hair and tugged his head back forcing him to look up at you again. A giggle slipped past your lips as this pulled another groan from Kal. 

“Aww,” you cooed teasingly with a sickly sweet voice, “Looks like our big, bad wolf is really just a little puppy dog.” 

Kal jumped up and growled a dark “Fuck. you.” He knocked your hand away and grabbed your waist again to pin you to bed. His eyes seemed to glow as he tensed his jaw and seethed. Kal, focusing on his objective once again, hiked up your dress with more roughness than was necessary until it was bunched up around your middle. He tracing the lines of your body in quiet fascination before hooking his thumbs in the straps of your panties and pulling them down slowly. 

“Don’t piss me off, princess. You wouldn’t like how it ended.” He threatened, which apparently was asshole for “I’ll let that one slide.” You didn’t try to fight it, completely forgetting about playing hard to get. Your knee fell farther apart and Kal wasted no time ducking down and placing a kiss on your exposed pussy. 

He started slow with you. Long, teasing licks that made you shiver. Once you were sufficiently warmed up, quivering in anticipation and dripping down your own thighs, he became focused. Kal flicked his tongue over your clit at first, the tip of which tickled the nerves then dipped lower to lick in between your folds. He grabbed your legs to push them up more then buried his face in your heat to suck you in. The sensation was intense with your only relief being the seconds in between when he’d pull back from abusing your clit in a crude kiss like smack. You gripped Kal’s hair desperately, now with less control on your part. As your fingers involuntarily curled in, the groans coming from the man currently devouring you sent up a vibration that made your stomach coil. Kal then pressed the tip of his middle finger into you and you were suddenly reminded of how empty your hole felt. The curl of the thick digit rubbing against your walls was heaven but still you panted for more. He added in a second one to twist together in your insides and your mind filled with static as the pleasure builds to a peak. You cum with Kal’s bright red class ring bumping against your pussy lips. 

You vaguely register that the high pitch whining and ragged breath are coming from you. You look down at Kal with his chin covered in your juices and an accomplished glint in his eyes as you come down from your high.

“Good boy, Kal.” You panted his praise without thinking. It was his own fault for turning your brain to mush. You noticed the phrasing going straight to his head. His already red twang cheeks darkened and throat bobbed. You sit up a bit just in time to see the subtle way the man was rocking to try and relieve some of the pressure caused by his obvious boner trapped in his dark, wash jeans. The curiousness cleared your head enough to further your findings. 

“You look so good down there. On your knees just for me. Did you like your treat?” 

You were surprised when the man nodded dumbly up at you. 

“Do you want another one?” 

Kal nodded again with enthusiasm and jumped up to pounce on you. With your body trapped under his, it looked as if you had nowhere to go. Though it wasn’t like you were hurting to run off. Kal kept one arm over your head and the other reached for his belt. You stuck your hand in between your heaving chest to nonverbally tell him to slow down but your gesture was swatted away with a growl. 

“What's wrong now? I thought you wanted me to show you how good I can be?” 

Kal leaned down to kiss under your jaw and did you the indignity of only pulling his jeans down enough to free his cock, robbing you of getting to see more of his body. Kal entered you as sloppily and hastily as he was currently licking up your throat. You both groan in unison as he buried himself deep inside you. With his weight pining you to the mattress, he practically grinds his dick against your cervix. The whole affair felt so raw. You hold tight onto Kal’s bicep and try not to lose yourself again. 

Unceremoniously, you betray yourself by shuttering through your second orgasm. You throw your head back and accept the pounding Kal was giving you knowing there was no chance of him slowing down. The noise he made when he came inside you was strangely cute with it being a mix of a choked off groan and a blissful sigh. 

You didn't expect much aftercare but was pleasantly surprised by Kal engulfing you in a hug after rolling over to your side. He cuddled into your neck that was already darkening in bruises and just breathed deeply with you for a while. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Was the first thing he asked you after. His voice was so small and genuine, you thought you had imagined it. 

“I’m alright,” you reassured him and reached up to card your fingers through his hair. Kal sighed in contentment then squeezed you a little tighter. 

“Did you mean it when you said I was good?” He asked further. It almost sounded accusing, like he was expecting a no in response. 

“ I meant it,” you respond instead. “You can be sweet when you want to.” 

Despite the gentle moment, it was a bit hard not to notice Kal’s cock thumping against your thigh. After a while, he’s shamelessly grinding up against you and moaning into your ear. 

“Tell me I’m good.” he demands of you through haggard breathing. You almost felt like you were witnessing something you shouldn’t but played along anyhow. 

“You’re good. You did so good, Kal” You praised. You reached your hand around and hugged his hip so he was encouraged to move closer. “You made me feel so good. You’re a good boy.” 

Kal came as soon as those two magic words left your mouth. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Still, Kal must have heard you snort and pulled away quickly. 

“Hey, come back.” You tried but still couldn’t help how the amusement bled through into your voice. 

“Don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone.” He growled with his back to you. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it…princess.”

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A/N: I am physically incapable of writing Dom Clark with out it ending in him being pathetic apparently. Honestly he's more bratty than anything (¬ᴗ ´¬ )

[saltysmutslut]

Sooooo Bruce is starting to worry he’s a bad alpha father to Damian and vents to Clark saying “I’m such a bad alpha father”

Clark decided that obviously Bruce is begging to be bitched. But he knows an alpha wouldn’t submit naturally, so he of course bitches Batman (as a good friend does!) and keeps him in the fortress for a month until the transformation is complete

Bruce is gagged anytime Clark is around (he’s allowed to eat, nest, and rest when Clark is being a hero), so he can’t tell Clark he wants to stay an alpha. But when Clark fully bitches Bruce, he removes the gag and Bruce is horrified

His body is completely different

He finally looks in a mirror and his pecs became tits. Clark loves milking him and Bruce is too dazed to stop him

Clark cleans up Bruce and flies him back to Gotham (for the sake of this story Damian is a baby)

Bruce goes to pick up his pup Damian and cuddle him for comfort, but he’s expecting Damian to turn away from him. However Damian is too tempted by the smell of Bruce’s fresh milk and latches on. Bruce is stunned because he worried Damian would never warm up to him

Bruce is full of so many emotions because it was a forceful nightmare to be fucked in front of a mirror and dozens of cameras. And left in the fortress with videos of them fucking playing on repeat. When Bruce isn’t eating / resting / whatever, the Superman robots are instructed to tie him down in front of the TV and stuff his ass with a vibrator and add nip clamps. However once his cock starts shrinking and his vagina opens up, Bruce wakes up with a new opening and a vibrator inside. Clark is getting a live feed and having it recorded for years to come

Bruce knows this all because Clark told him. He’s been crying on and off the entire month or so, but naturally any alpha would react this way to being bitched (so Clark thinks it’s just part of the hormone changes)

At the same time… Bruce feels a sense of peace. His youngest can’t get enough of him and his presence has soothed many fights between his alpha sons. He’s not sure if he should say something to Clark, who is ecstatic that they’re bonded for life

Dark Clark inspired by the perfect, amazing, and talented @nigaki!!!

[lexirosewrites]

For slick Sunday (whenever the next one may be):

Steve being born an Alpha but wanting to become an Omega, so he pursues bitching. Bitching is kind of taboo, not explicitly disallowed but very much only spoken of in hushed whispers and with the clutching of pearls, so most people don't know what it actually entails. In fact, most people's idea of "bitching" is what they show in porn, where an Alpha is fucked so thoroughly and frequently by another Alpha that the sheer amount of cum absorbed turns them into an Omega.

This is entirely a fantasy of course - your organs don't magically become different after presenting, and many Alpha/Alpha and Omega/Omega relationships can attest to that fact. "bitching" as it's known by the majority of the public is a myth.

Changing your secondary gender IS, however, possible through extremely expensive surgery that takes a long time to recover from. People who get the surgery will often colloquially call it bitching just because it's close enough for people to understand what is going on--and people will likely use the term derisively anyways. So may as well reclaim it when you can.

Anyways, Steve finally saves up enough money to get his surgery, only he lives alone (Robin is in college) and he doesn't have anybody to take care of him after the surgery. So he turns to his other best friend, Eddie, to ask him for his help.

Except the way he phrases it is "can you help me with my bitching?" which absolutely throws Eddie for a loop and kind of stuns him. He knew Steve identified somewhat as an Omega but didn't realize he was actually considering bitching...and asking HIM to be the lucky guy that does it??? Of COURSE.

Cue Eddie showing up to Steve's door on the day he's supposed to take him to the hospital with 3 bottles of lube, 2 butt plugs, and more snacks and Gatorade than is reasonable. Steve laughs his ass off and explains what is actually happening. Eddie is too touched that Steve would want Eddie to take care of him during such a sensitive time to be embarrassed.

And if Steve admits he's head over heels for Eddie while also high as fuck on painkillers after the surgery?? All the better.

i’m dead. i’ve died from laughter