#heterosexuality

[only of you ship them of feel comfortable with it, those dumbasses have sent me down yet another rabbit hole]

Sure, bro! 🫡✨️ I let myself make G/N reader not submissive. Since I am not doin' reader the bottom one. I hope you don't mind!

I created this with both types of genitals in mind, so it doesn't matter if you have a pussy or a dick because you can decide for yourself 💪🏼✨️

‼️Art is not mine, the author of it is dana "codanaco" on X‼️

(Sorry for any errors- I'm still kinda new to the fandom)

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SUGGESTIVE/NSFW AND FLUFF HEADCANONS

(NOT TOO EXPLICT CONTENT THO)

● Jabber is obsessed with how strong you are, not just physically but in will. He calls you variations of "my favorite beast" in that manic grin of his, especially when you pin him down during sparring-turned-foreplay and refuse to let him up until he's begging (which he does dramatically, loving every second).

● Zanka pretends to scoff at Jabber's theatrics, but the second you turn that same commanding energy on him—grabbing his chin, telling him to "look at me while I touch you"—he melts into quiet, intense submission, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged.

● Date nights are chaotic luxury. Jabber drags you both to sketchy underground fight clubs (he insists it's "romantic"), where he and Zanka inevitably end up brawling for your attention. You sit back, smirking, legs crossed, until one of them wins—then you reward the victor by pulling them into your lap right there in the shadows, whispering exactly what you'll do to them later while the loser watches, fuming and aroused. The real prize? You make them share afterward, forcing them to cooperate as you take control.

● Domestic fluff hits different with these two. Zanka wakes up earliest and makes strong coffee (he remembers exactly how you like it), but Jabber immediately ruins the peace by tackling him from behind, biting at his neck while whining that "Mr. Perfect needs to loosen up." You stroll in, still half-asleep, grab Jabber by the hair to pull him off (gently), then kiss Zanka slow and deep right in front of him as punishment. Jabber pouts… until you turn and do the same to him, harder, making him whine into your mouth.

● In bed (or against walls, on rooftops, in abandoned trash heaps—location is optional👀👀...), you're the anchor. Jabber loves being edged until he's shaking, laughing hysterically through the desperation because pain + pleasure is his language.

● Zanka tries to stay stoic longer, jaw clenched, but cracks so beautifully when you praise him while denying him release—"You're doin' so good for me, baby, hold it just a little longer."

● They both get loud when you finally let them have it, Jabber cackling through moans, Zanka gasping your name like a prayer.

● Aftercare is surprisingly soft. Jabber turns clingy and dramatic, sprawling across you like a cat, demanding scratches while dramatically recounting how "you almost killed him with how good it felt." Zanka curls against your other side, quieter, tracing lazy patterns on your skin and murmuring how safe he feels with both of you. You card fingers through their hair, telling them they're yours—and watch them both preen in their own ways.

● Petty jealousy moments are endless but adorable. Jabber "steals" Zanka's jacket just to wear it and get your attention ("Look, I smell like him now~"). Zanka retaliates by casually manhandling Jabber in front of you during training, showing off how easily he can flip him. You solve it by pinning them both to the ground, one hand on each throat (not choking!! Zanka doesn't like it. You just hold), and reminding them exactly who they belong to. They both go boneless instantly.

funny how some of the loudest voices on female separatism come from women who don't have to give up love, sex, or intimacy. must be easy to play the purity olympics when your "sacrifice" is theoretical. and the women who actually do bring sacrifice to the table are often much more understanding and don't push for all osa women to become political lesbians.

I can understand it more when a het or bi woman reblogs blackpill stuff as it often comes from a place of self hate, of trying to reject a part of themselves they're ashamed of. those women have internalized the message that they are less because of their sexuality.

it's like watching someone wrestle with their own desires under patriarchy and externalizing that pain & frustration into cynicism. but when lesbians do it, it hits differently. they're not being asked to give up a part of their identity, they get to keep love, intimacy, and connection while preaching about separatism like it's some universal moral stance, lecturing osa women about how fulfilling a life without men is. it screams lack of empathy & common sense.

they've never had to untangle desire from danger, or love from fear. they've never been in the position of having to question whether their feelings for a man are real or just internalized conditioning, or if choosing him is a betrayal of themselves or other women. yet somehow, some of them feel fully qualified to tell bi and het women to "just stop" being attracted to men.

this post is exclusively about blackpill separatists who feel entitled to punch down on osa women for some cheap sense of moral superiority. if you are a blackpiller and you have never experienced attraction to men, I'm genuinely happy for you but this also means you lack the ability of being able to relate to the experiences of osa women, especially when it comes to separatism. I'm all for them advocating for separatism but don't act like you have lived in our skins & our sacrifices are equal.

(radioactivewisdom on Tumblr, deactivated) (active again on a new blog: radioactivewisdomreactivated)

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[Picture of the book “I Hate Men” by Pauline Harmange]

Guess who the author of this book is married to. The shtick is getting old. Men aren’t going to change, because women won’t either. I actually prefer Trad’s and pick me’s to feminist and misandrist. At least the former are honest, while the latter are performing. “Radical” women are the most easy to fool, since they apparently know so much about the inner workings of men and misogyny, but routinely end up married to beast. Pookie managed to trick you for years on end, but I’m supposed to trust your ability to dismantle the patriarchy?

The divide between the sexes starts in your bed. Despite the lies you tell yourself to believe that you’re blowing your beast in a progressively girl bossed way, you’re still on your knees. Letting XY DNA into your womb, while still not having complete ownership over it, is cognitive dissonance to the highest degree. Don’t forget raising one of your own while fear mongering about those you pass on the street. Here’s a secret, every man was once somebody’s precious baby boy. Just like you were once a girl who saw the ways of the world, and decided to sign up for the same exact lifestyle as those you supposedly pity.

– women hurting men 🩷

– women beating men up 🩷

– women who don't care about men 🩷

– women being callous 🩷

– women making men uncomfortable on purpose 🩷

– women sticking men in a time loop 🩷

– women being sososo condescending 🩷

– women telling men they're beautiful when they cry 🩷