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nsfw - mdni. cw pregnancy mention but only as a joke (calls reader a MILF), marriage discussion. f!reader (has breasts, is refers to with feminine terms), gojo and reader are in a “semi established” relationship aka idiots in love. self ship coded. wc 1.1k
“Do you really think right now is the time for this discussion, Satoru?”
Your knees are pulled to your chest to make room for your almost comically oversized boyfriend in your apartments’ barely big enough for one bathtub. He’s all limbs and broad shoulders and big arms and the sight, while delectable, makes you feel annoyed as you try to soak away what remains of your own post-mission injuries.
There’s a laceration on your right elbow, a blooming bruise on the opposite bicep, a slash on your thigh. The worst of it was handled back at the school thanks to Shoko but you refused further treatment, knowing a nice soak and rest would fix you up. Gojo showed up unexpectedly as soon as he heard you’d been roughed up today, holding your hand reassuringly the entire time.
You should have known better that his offer to take you home and immediately leave was not as listed on the label. He entered your apartment, kicked off his shoes, and followed you straight to the bathroom without a single word. It’s how you ended up here.
“No time like the present if you ask me. Every other time I’ve asked you’ve said "let's talk about it later” and now it’s later.”
Sighing, you listen to the gentle slosh of the warm water over the lip of the tub as he slides in behind you. Two long legs frame your body and you lean back against him, back pressed to his chest while he reaches around and cups each of your goosebump prickled breasts and squeezes them playfully.
“You’re asking me to marry you while squeezing my tits and making honking noises? Am I getting that right?”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing, yes.”
He chuckles and kisses your jaw, right beneath your ear. It’s his favorite spot, so unassuming yet so intimate. He knows you dab a little perfume there to give him something to look forward to and despite the stress and soil of the day, he sniffs hard and presses an additional kiss.
You reward him with a giggle and he leans over the top of your head, wrapping himself around you and gently running his fingers along the little reminders of how rough today was on you.
It motivates him to press his question even further.
“We don’t have to get married tomorrow, you know. We’ve been at this for long enough that we can wait but it’s time, babe.”
You want to understand his thinking but continually come up short, wondering why he wants something so permanent all of a sudden. Maybe it’s getting older, maybe it’s wanting to have someone to come home to that is more than his semi live-in girlfriend. So without thinking too deeply about it, you ask.
“This isn’t a no or anything so don’t immediately jump there,” you rush to clarify before speaking what’s on your mind lest he get the wrong idea. “But why? Why now?”
The answers are so clear to Satoru that he doesn’t have to think about them for a moment more, instead rubbing his thumb gently around the blue outline of the bruise on your arm.
“I could ask you the same. Why not? Why are you so convinced marrying me would be bad?”
Marriage used to be something he considered would be a burden. Love seemed like the least likely reason he’d marry, perhaps instead marrying reluctantly one day for the sake of his clan or to have kids or something. It never had romantic connotations until the day he realized he wanted to marry you.
Three years ago, a night not that dissimilar to the one the two of you are currently sharing, the realization hit him like a speeding train he couldn’t avoid. It was a culmination of nearly ten years worth of feelings, sure, but he knew as sure as he knew his own heart that you were it. The One, as they say.
Your injuries that night were worse than these ones and Shoko privately shared her concerns with him that your left arm would never fully recover from where it was snapped clean above the elbow. She did everything she could to heal it and you were confined to a sling for several weeks.
He was all too eager to come and take care of you, a little taste of what waking up and falling asleep next to you every day was enough to easily confirm you were it. You are it, still, years later and many long nights and early mornings since. Your grumpy mornings, your lazy afternoons, your evenings spent counting the stars twinkling lazily above your heads on the little adjoining balcony you spent most of your time on.
He was already in love with you, hanging on your every word and vying for every piece of attention you’d give him, but he knew that the rest of his life would be senseless if he couldn’t spend it by your side. Seeing you be so fallible, so painfully human and fragile, terrified him but it motivated him just as much.
Here he sits, still motivated to make you his forever, and he says he isn’t a romantic.
Scoffing, you turn your head to look up at him and gauge how he’s feeling. His face is impassive, brow raised, and suddenly you feel guilty for making him think the reason you’re apprehensive about marriage is him. It isn’t him, it never has been. It’s you.
“Marrying you would be the best thing to ever happen to me, Satoru but I don’t think it would be the best thing to ever happen to you.”
Now it’s his turn to scoff incredulously, pulling your head against his chest so he can rest his chin on top of it. The water sloshes even more and you shift, trying to avoid the friction from your half damp skin against his but there’s no use. He’ll take a little pain if it means he gets to have you this close.
“I know it would be the best thing to happen to me. Ever. In all my life.”
You laugh, shaking your head and wincing as you bend your elbow and the soreness catches up with you. He moves to cradle your arm gently in one of his palms, using the other to keep your cheek pressed to his chest.
“I’m afraid you’ve finally convinced me,” you whisper and he laughs. You wince again as he shifts and drags you with him, water splashing over the edge of the tub while he situates you in his lap facing him the best that he can. Your chest presses against his and you’re face to face, his eyes searching you for any trace of second thoughts.
“You mean it?”
You cup his cheeks in your palms and nod, a coy smile breaking into a grin to mirror his own as he pulls your left hand away from his face and pulls it to his mouth to kiss the back of your ring finger.
“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’d be honored to be your wife even if I think you’re setting yourself up for a lifetime of disappointment.”
Dropping your hand, he slides his arms around your torso and picks you up squealing and thrashing while water drips off of your bodies and back into the tub below. It’s a distraction tactic, of course, to keep you from delving any further into your own fears and doubts, but a man will do what a man must to make his fiancé smile.
“I think I’m setting myself up for a lifetime of laughing and great food and watching you turn into a MILF.”
Snorting, you swat his chest playfully with one hand and reach for the towels on the rack next to you with the other. You dry his hair first, giggling with each funny face he makes until you finish and wrap the towel around his shoulders.
“Are you threatening to turn me into a MILF, sir?”
The blood rushes from his head further downward as he pictures the insinuation you’re making and he smiles devilishly.
“If that’s what you want, consider it a promise.”
#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#satoken#kendall writes#I have no excuse this is pure self indulgence#cw pregnancy mention#cw marriage
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Been showing some of this on discord today, some of you may be interested so here's some of my own tolkien dwarf world building/hc notes (there is a lot so these are snippets). Beware, it's personal notes of mine so there may be grammatical errors as well as typos haha.
cw for pregnancy, and death (and child death) mentions, as well as other darker themes such as child soldiers
#cw death mention#cw pregnancy mention#mentions biological sex#dwarves#my headcanons#my worldbuilding#tolkien dwarf headcanons#the hobbit#durin's folk#dwarf tattoos#mr.kida talks#I know tumblr hides posts with sensitive tags so maybe nobody will see this#oh well#cw child death mention
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No worries if ur not doing povs anymore buuuuut
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Joel’s real sweet with you. Obsessed, but in a sweet way. And for Tommy, it sure is nice getting to share you. For New Year’s, the three of you dressed up for a nice dinner in the dining room and toasted with a special bottle left behind by Bill and Frank. Tommy did the dishes while you and Joel went to sit in the living room. As Tommy approached, Joel was kneeling at your feet asking, “wanna get this big fancy dress off? Put on somethin’ more comfy?”
“Not really,” you said, making Tommy pause in his tracks. He was already getting hard thinking about what awaited, but maybe you weren’t feeling it. “It’s the only time we dress up,” you continued, and Tommy smiled to himself. You were cute.
“Oh, darlin’. . .” Joel chuckled, then buried his face in the skirt of your dress with a groan in mock devastation. Tommy walked behind the sofa and began to massage your shoulders. “Feelin’ okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
“Good,” Tommy murmured. “Look so beautiful. . .” Tommy began to caress your neck as Joel gathered the skirt of your dress and lifted it out of the way. Tommy nosed, then kissed the other side of your neck and slid a hand down. “Mm,” he softly grunted as his hand met the border where your breast spilled over the rigid bodice. God damn, Tommy wanted to knock you up so bad. You’d be so fuckin’ pretty, tits swollen as hell. Mmm. It’s too easy to imagine. Tommy heard a muffled moan, looked down, and Joel was under the skirt of the dress. He’s so crazy about you, he’d probably live under your dress if he could.
Tommy imagined you in a different dress, one that was fitted only on the chest. Your tits, all swollen with milk, they’d barely be containable. He kept running his hand along the top hem of your dress, feeling how they overflowed. Was there a chance you were pregnant already? Surely Joel would’ve told him, but the thought made Tommy get painfully hard.
Tommy pressed his bulge against the back of the sofa and used both hands to caress your breasts. You moaned softly and took a deep breath, making your breasts spill over even more, revealing a little nipple. God, wouldn’t you be sexy in a maternity dress, something that cinched under your swollen tits and flowed out over your round, heavy belly? Tommy felt like he might die if he never got to see you that way.
“Uncle Tommy?” you asked
“Yeah, sugar?” he murmured.
“It’s too tight up here,” you whined, running your own hand across your chest.
“Ohh I know, baby.”
Joel moaned into your pussy, head still under the skirt, and you sighed with his mouth between your legs.
“Can you fix it?” you asked.
God, yeah, Tommy could fix it. Still behind the sofa, he reached down to your chest and rested his head softly against yours as he began to unfasten the little hooks, one by one. And millimeter by millimeter, your breasts expanded, free of the rigid barrier.
“Fuck,” tommy whispered.
“What?” you asked.
He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered, “Just real, real pretty, baby.”
After unfastening enough of the hooks, Tommy wedged a hand in and cupped a breast. He could have sworn your tits had grown. He’d have to get you out of this torture device so he could see it all.
It felt like an emergency to get this thing off you. He undid a few more hooks, and palmed himself as he finished the rest one-handed, breathing heavily. When the whole corset was open, it fell away from your body, and you sighed in relief as your hands came to cradle your tits, leaning back into the sofa.
“Ohh,” you groaned. “So much better. . .Mmm.” You looked up at him. “Thanks, Uncle Tommy.”
This is when he should have bent down and kissed you, but Tommy’s body reacted too strongly. Everything down there tightened, and he shuddered, then began to pulse right in his pants. He held a hand against his crotch and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. He felt warmth spread through his boxers when he should’ve pumped allll that cum into you.
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breeding kink! richie and his need to see you stuffed full of his cum nearly every night (and morning)... finding the best positions to fill you up after a few rounds of making you squirt and cream all over his face and his long, thick cock... his second favorite part (right after getting as deep as he could inside you and releasing his seed, images of you all round and swollen with his baby flashing through his mind as his cock twitched in your gushing cunt) was getting to watch his cum spill out of your pulsing hole. he'd watch it drip out down your folds, knowing that some of his seed was making its way even deeper inside you, possibly creating a beautiful new combination of the two of you.
then, richie would use his long, slim fingers to gather your mixed fluids, pushing them back inside you with a couple of slow pumps, teasing you a little as he notched his fingertips up to stimulate your g-spot, lavishing in the soft and needy moans you let out in response. the way you called him daddy over and over again as he guided your pleasure clouded his mind.
later, when the two of you are cuddling in fresh sheets, richie is gently fondling your breasts and teasing your pebbled nipples. you feel his cock growing against your back, causing you to squeeze your thighs together in search of some more friction. he pinches your right nipple, then your left, both times drawing a soft hiss out of you, your back arching and giving him more access to your body.
"fuck, i can't wait till these are all full and juicy for me, baby...you gonna let me taste your milk? hmm? i bet it'll be so fucking sweet, just like you..."
#cw breeding#cw talk of breastmilk#cw pregnancy mention#cw daddy kink#richie jerimovich#smut#richie jerimovich fanfiction#richie jerimovich headcanon#richie jerimovich x you#richie jerimovich smut#richie the bear#richie jerimovich x reader#the bear hulu#my writing#sageispunk
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double date
Behold, the dumbest thing I have ever written. I inflicted this on a handful of Discord pals a while back, but you know what? Everyone should be made to suffer from my terrible writing 😂
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“Padfoot, calm down.” Remus lays a hand on Sirius’s, stopping him from further shredding his empty straw wrapper.
“I am calm.”
“Mate, you’re literally vibrating.” James is sitting on Sirius’s other side, and he puts a hand on Sirius’s knee, stilling his bouncing leg. “It’s just Regulus.”
“Just Regulus?” Sirius hisses. “I haven’t seen him since I was seventeen, James! This isn’t just Regulus, this is huge!”
“I know,” Remus says soothingly. “But you being a nervous wreck isn’t going to make this any easier.”
Sirius sags a bit in his seat. “I want this to go well, Moony.”
“It will. This was his idea, after all. That’s promising, isn’t it?”
“S’pose so.” Sirius straightens in his seat, brightening a little. “Think it’s a good sign that he wants to introduce me to his boyfriend, too.”
“It was sweet of him to suggest a double date,” Remus says, casting James a significant look. James shrugs, unapologetic.
“Like I’m going to pass up a chance to see Baby Black and his boyfriend,” he says cheerfully. “What do you think? Think Reggie’s dating a Muggle?”
Sirius’s entire face lights up, and he cackles. “A Muggle! Oh, Prongs, that’d be brilliant. Might put Mother in an early grave, too.”
The door opens then, and Regulus steps into the pub. Sirius goes completely still, eyes wide, so Remus raises a helpful hand to flag him down. Regulus catches sight of them, and hesitates for a moment before making his way over to their table. He’s followed by a tall man with long black hair and--
Snape.
It’s Snape.
Regulus is dating Severus fucking Snape.
The waiter appears at their table at the same time Regulus and Snape do. Remus raises his hand.
“Five Firewhiskeys, please,” he says while James and Sirius openly gape at the newcomers. The waiter smiles politely.
“A round for the table, then?”
“Oh, no, those are all for me.”
The waiter departs, and Regulus pulls out the chair across from Sirius. Snape’s eyes flick between James and Remus, and he eventually chooses the seat across from Remus. Remus gives him his biggest, most wolfish grin, and Snape quickly looks away.
“Brother,” Regulus says.
“Reggie,” Sirius squeaks. “What the fuck--”
Remus digs his fingers into Sirius’s thigh. “What Sirius means is, it’s great to see you.”
“Yeah,” Sirius says, his voice only slightly strangled. “Yeah, Reggie, it’s great to see you. Thanks…thanks for suggesting this. And for bringing your, um.”
“Fiance,” Regulus says.
“Fiance?” Sirius and James burst out, looking horrified.
“That’s great, Regulus,” Remus says through gritted teeth, kicking Sirius under the table. “Isn’t it?”
James recovers first. “Yeah, it’s--that’s great. Love is…great.”
Sirius draws a deep breath, visibly pulling himself together. “I’m really happy for you, Regulus. Shall we, um, decide what to order?”
The waiter returns with Remus’s Firewhiskeys, takes their food orders, and goes off again. Sirius clears his throat.
“So, um, Severus,” he says, and the name sounds like it only pains him a little to say, “what is it you do?”
“I’m the Potions Master at Hogwarts,” Snape says. Remus cringes inwardly--those poor students--and knocks back his first shot.
“What about you, Regulus?” he asks.
“I’m--”
“Regulus doesn’t work,” Snape cut in.
“Doesn’t work?” Sirius repeats.
“He doesn’t need to.”
“That’s right,” Regulus says. “I’m…taking care of the household.”
“But you wanted to be a potioneer,” James says, and he sounds pained.
Regulus stares at him. “You remember that?”
“‘Course I remember it,” James says quietly. “Thought you’d be brilliant at it. You wanted to open a shop in Diagon Alley and everything. What happened?”
“Oh, er, nothing. It’s just…not really for me.”
“That doesn’t sound like you at all.”
The tension at the table increases tenfold. Remus takes a second shot.
“If that makes you happy, Reggie, I support it,” Sirius says abruptly. “It…sounds great. Staying home and…looking after Severus’s…things.”
“I’m a trophy husband, too,” Remus says with a wink. “I have no complaints.”
Regulus gives him a tight smile. “Yes, I’m sure I’ll…get used to it.”
“He’ll take care of the children, too,” Snape says, and Remus chokes on his third shot.
“When the time comes,” Regulus says hastily, patting Snape’s arm.
“I think you’ll be singing a different tune on our wedding night,” Snape purrs, and Remus grabs Sirius’s wrist before he can draw his wand.
“Yes, when is the wedding?” he asks.
“This summer,” Snape says. “That leaves us with plenty of time to ensure that he’s with child by the time term begins.”
“What, you’re going to knock him up and then leave him?” James asks.
“Yes, we agreed that was best,” Regulus says.
“If it makes you happy,” Sirius says again, though this time it’s through gritted teeth.
“Indeed. There’s no need for me to be around for…the unpleasantness of pregnancy,” Snape says, waving a hand.
“Raising children is very, um, rewarding,” Remus says quickly, while Sirius makes a noise like a wounded animal. The room’s getting a bit blurry, and he feels very light.
“Rewarding, yeah,” Sirius says in a high-pitched voice. He clears his throat. “R-right, Jamie?”
“Yep, yeah, greatest thing I’ve ever done. I love staying home with Haz,” James says. “‘Specially now that I only have him half the time.”
Regulus’s eyes snap to James. “You broke up with Evans?”
James blinks. “Er, yeah. Divorced about a year ago. We’ve been doing the whole co-parenting thing and it’s going really well, though.”
Light pink dusts Regulus’s cheeks, and--oh.
Oh, that would make sense. That would make so much sense. How had he missed it?
Remus grabs his fourth shot and polishes it off. He then raises the fifth shot and says, “A toast!”
“A toast?” Regulus, James, and Sirius echo.
“To the happy couple.” Remus pushes Sirius’s glass at him, water sloshing over the sides. “C’mon, Pads. Toast your brother and his--and his happiness.”
Sirius lifts his glass, looking like he’s swallowed something sour. “Er--right. To Regulus and Sn-Severus. May you, um…”
“Have a very happy life together,” James jumps in when Sirius falters.
“Right, that. And…love one another forever?”
“And be fruitful and multiply,” Remus says cheerfully.
Now it’s Regulus’s turn to look like he’s tasted something bitter, but Snape practically leers.
“Oh, we will,” he says, leaning in to kiss Regulus.
Bang!
Snape is thrown out of his chair and crashes into the wall behind him, cracking his head on the bricks before landing in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“James!” Sirius exclaims in outrage.
“It wasn’t me!” James protests.
“It was me,” Regulus says with a sniff. “Honestly. The nerve of him. I told him I wanted to wait until the wedding night.”
Remus hands his last Firewhiskey shot to Regulus, who downs it without blinking.
“You’re not in love with Snape,” he says, and Regulus pulls a face.
“Of course I’m not.”
“Then why did you tell me you were bringing your boyfriend to meet us!” Sirius demands.
“Because it’s what people do, Sirius,” Regulus says.
“What people?”
“People who are meeting their estranged brother and his husband for the first time in years!” Regulus sighs. “I can’t go on a double date with my brother if I don’t have a date.”
“Wait, did you--did you pretend to date Snape and then get engaged to him just so you would have a reason to reach out to me?”
“Well, he didn’t think it was pretend.” Regulus sniffs again. “I’m very convincing, you know.”
“You didn’t--”
Regulus’s lip curls. “Of course not. I told him I was a virgin and waiting for our wedding night. I should probably be insulted by how easily he bought that. Potter, what are you doing over there?”
James blinks at him. “What?”
“This is a double date, isn’t it?” Regulus gestures at the now-empty chair next to him. “I need a date.”
“Oh!” James scrambles over to the other side of the table. “Right, of course. Hello.”
“Hello.”
“You look amazing, you know.”
Regulus blushes. “Yes, you’ve been staring at me since I sat down. Awfully rude of you, with my fiance right there.”
James looks pained. “He’s not your fiance anymore, is he?”
“Merlin, no.”
“What,” Sirius whispers to Remus, “is happening right now?”
Remus pats his shoulder. “I think the wedding is still on.”
“Different groom, though, right?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely.”
#wolfstar#regulus x ???????#imp is writing#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter#regulus black#cw pregnancy mention#it's not a fic of mine without a hint of breeding kink okay#cw alcohol mention#cw snape
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Momo...my mind is on Kyoujuro and his big phat breeding kink. How he's so strong that he folds you in half and bullies his cock inside. He'd coo praises down at you, while saying how nuch he wants to have a family with you. *punches air* He'd also take you from behind cauae we all know he's a an ass and thigh man.
HE'S SO NASTY! [‹ kickoff request event ›]
[‹ WITH ›] kyojuro!
[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]
fem!reader, established relationship, strength kink, mentions of pregnancy, pet name [angel, refers to you as a 'mommy' once], praise, breeding kink, creampie
despite the honorable and dignified man he is, kyojuro just simply cannot hide his constant need to fuck you full of his cum.
he's always so forwardly filthy about it, whispering in your ear how pretty you'd look with a baby bump as his hands squeeze your plush upper thighs under your skirt.
kyojuro's favorite sight is probably how cute you look with sweat teeming on your skin, your eyes fluttering shut as he ruts into you like a man possessed - at least, his favorite image other than his cum dripping out of your cunt. he loves the way you keen for his touch, those adorable little gasps of surprise filling his head when he maneuvers your body like it weighs nothing.
and now he's got your knees pressed up against your chest, strong hands folding you in half as his hips smack wetly against yours again and again. he's simply obsessed with your whimpers and pleads for him to ruin you - and judging by the smirk on his face, you know he's going to.
"you like when i fuck you like this, don't you angel?" kyojuro mutters between panted breaths, pushing your thighs down even further against your chest just so he can fuck his cock deeper into you. pleasure jolts through his shaft at your whimpers of 'yes, yes, kyo!' and he can't help but dig his fingers into your thighs and rut into you faster.
"how about..." kyo starts, pulling out and flipping you over onto your knees on the bed, your chest smushed against the soft linens. his cock slips right back where it belongs, a whine drawn out from your lips as he thrusts with rougher motions. "like this? feels so deep, doesn't it?"
"yes, fuck yes," your pretty moans and filthy curses only egg him on, pleasure buzzing in your walls each time his cock hits into the hilt. his fingers dig into your ass so harshly that you're sure you'll find some marks there tomorrow.
"oh shit, angel... wanna cum inside you so badly," kyojuro grunts out, all his muscles flexing as he ruts hard and chases his own neediness - his need to cum inside your pussy, that is. "wanna make you a pretty mommy, fuck a cute baby into you..."
your furious pleads and begs are almost enough to make him cum on the spot - but he chokes it down with his teeth biting into his bottom lip and his brawny hands gripping you tighter. the only things kyo can hear in his head are the loud slaps of his hips on your ass, your pretty whimpers, and his thoughts of how desperately he has to breed your pussy.
mutters and coos of 'oh, you take it so well', 'shit angel, gonna make me cum when you tighten up like that', and 'you look so pretty all worked up for me' fill the room as he drives his cock so fast that the bed rocks and squeaks beneath you.
his eyes never once look away from the way your ass moves with every slap of his hips, filthy gaze drinking in the sight of your slick all over his shaft each time it appears and disappears inside of you.
"oh, my god- gonna cum for you, angel. gonna give you what you want..." kyojuro grunts out, eyebrows furrowing and chest heaving as his cock twitches with each fervent drag through your walls. his orgasm spills over his whole body like a broken dam, groans and cusses flying from his lips as he shoots rope after rope of white inside your pussy.
kyojuro will pull out about half-way, panting heavily as he eagerly eyes the sheer amount of cum smothering his cock before he fucks it all right back into you - in the hopes that maybe this time, he'll give you the baby he so desperately wants with you.
2022 MUZANS.
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We’ve seen it everywhere. But it’s incredibly important that this is seen, discussed and accepted in academic discourse for a whole bunch of reasons.
The misogynist idea that AFAB and AMAB bodies are fundamentally very different and that AFAB bodies are fundamentally inferior is putting up a huge fight atm.
It’s not only “gender criticals”, though they are a big part of this and transphobia is one of the big battlegrounds of it. It’s also the anti-choice stuff rolling across the US trying to define any body capable of pregnancy as having its primary function being a vessel for foetuses.
And to do that you need to play up the idea that those bodies are fundamentally very different, and that AFAB bodies are fundamentally “intended” for pregnancy and birth. Enforcing this fake history where AFAB lives were entirely defined by pregnancy, birth and child-rearing is a weapon in that, and exposing it as ideological rather than evidence-based is *incredibly* fucking important.
This *doesn’t* mean that we should stop pointing out the fundamentally ridiculous nature of considering hunting as important as it is painted in popular culture when most studies consider that 80% minimum of “hunter-gatherer” societies’ food is foraged. It’s a fundamentally Victorian construct that considers “hunting is the active, ‘masculine’ work so therefore it must be the *real* work of a society”, no matter how much evidence is found that foraging was far more fundamental to survival.
It is *so* important to keep on emphasising the constructed nature of not only human gender, but gendered structures in human societies.
There is this huge sociopolitical push from “conservative” religious and cultural forces all over the planet rn to push the idea that certain social structures - fundamentally misogynist ones - are somehow “innate”, “inherent” and “natural”.
Hence the push to attack trans people in particular. We put the lie to so many of their cherished myths just by existing. We are living magic - the proof of human fluidity; the living potential for change; the living promise that things Don’t Have To Be This Way.
#anthropology#paleoanthropology#queer#gender is a construct#trans magic#women hunters#social constructs#cw gender critical mention#misogyny#nonbinary#trans#gender#foraging#cw pregnancy mention#cw birth mention
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ok but what kinda nipples would dabi have ? inverted ? sensitive ? brown or pink ? would they be big or small ??? the questions need to be answered cas…..
GET READY FOR THIS !! (i am unhinged rn so like... i'm sorry? ish...)
his nipples are so sensitive. especially the one by his staples... his tits are huge and sensitive, too. just one little squeeze, and he's creaming his pants.
his nipples are very pink and get hard in the cold. it almost hurts, but put your mouth on them, and hell be fine. they'll stay hard, but it won't be as painful. (he's learned to like it, though. the way it feels like the pain is traveling through his pecs...)
imagine lightly tugging on them, and he gets all whiny. run your tongue over the flat end and it makes him moan.
IMAGINE IF HE COULD LACTATE OH MY GOD
ANY LITTLE SQUEEZE AND MILK DRIBBLES OUT. COLLECTING IT WITH YOUR FINGER AND MAKING HIM TASTE HIS MILK...
he needs to get pregnant, so his nipples are more sensitive :((
just imagine how pathetic he sounds when you tease him for only a minute... he doesn't last long and cums all over himself when you touch him for a few minutes...
( imagine he starts crying blood, and you just lick it off his face )
#— castiel talks#warning: i derailed#heh railed#anyway#dabi talk#not sfw#sub dabi#so many thoughts#cw lactation#cw pregnancy mention#cw blood
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Addams! AU snippet 2: 'Lab'
FULL CREDIT TO WRITER NewFallenLeaves ON A03! SHE IS THE BIGGEST SUPPORTER OF THIS AU, AND IS INCREDIBLY TALENTED AND SWEET. GIVE HER A COMMENT, KUDO, SHARE, WHATEVER. MAKE HER DAY JUST A BIT BETTER, SHE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE!
This specific snippet had actually been inspired by some art! Im pretty sure I've posted it before, but might as well also include it too! (It is pretty old, forgive meeeee LOL)
Full snippet below the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️
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Donnie had the setup exactly how he wanted.
The rat specimen was pinned to the exam table, paws impaled and spread. Its belly fur was scraped clear and the bloated, pink flesh exposed. It had died in the trap before Donnie could get to it (thank you, Mikey, for setting the couch on fire again and delaying him.) So no vivisection. But that was fine, dissection was the next best thing. Especially of a pregnant rat, oh, giddy grin, he was going to get a whole clutter of partially-developed babies to experiment on! And with Mikey and Raph off in the tunnels and Leo traipsing around the Hidden City somewhere, Donnie finally had a quiet afternoon to himself.
He intended to make the most of it.
Swiveling the lamp so the lighting beamed down on the specimen, he curled his fingers in anticipation. The mechanical scalpel joint lined up just at the top of the rat’s throat, where he could cut a straight line to open the abdomen–
“Donnieeeeeeeeee!”
Leo burst through the double doors. He waltzed across the room and flung himself over the dissection table, swooning like a lady in the throes of a fainting spell.
“Wha–” Donnie grabbed for his tray of needles and surgical knives before it upended and strewed across the floor. “Nardo! You’re squishing my specimen!”
Leo fixed him with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze. “I just met somebody.”
Donnie glowered. This was the reason Leo had barged into his lab? To annoy him with ceaseless gushing over some new simpleton he’d decided to pursue?
“You’ll never believe it,” said Leo. “I rescued him instead of mugged him.”
Donnie shook the table. “Didn’t you hear me? Get off.”
“He was cornered. By two smelly thugs. They had these adorable little switch knives, trying to be all intimidating. Donnie, I’m telling you, it would have been pathetic that he got himself hemmed in like that, if his cowering wasn’t so adorable.”
“Nardo…”
“You should have seen how cute his face was, all covered in blood!” Leo kicked his feet. “Oh, I couldn’t help myself. Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’ll be so proud of me, I only licked him a little–”
“I don’t have time for this–”
“--so I’m sure he knows I’m a gentleman. Oh, it was such a good thing I was there, those brutes were so unsophisticated, they wouldn’t have done anything right–”
“Oh my god would you just shut up!” Donnie dragged his hands down his face, opening a sliver on his cheek as the scalpel on his finger caught flesh. “What level of disinterest and indignation do I need to achieve before you get it through your addled brain? I do not care.”
Leo’s smirk never wavered. He held up his hand, smudged deep with red, and waggled his fingers. “Wanna sample?”
Donnie opened his mouth to argue, then hesitated. He peered a little closer at the smear of not-yet-coagulated blood. “...it was a yokai?”
“Mmm-hmmmm.”
“What type?”
“One you don’t have any blood work for yet.” Leo’s grin widened. “Rabbit. Or bunny. If there’s a difference.”
The swab was in Donnie’s hand before he realized he’d made the decision to reach for one. He soaked up a dribble from Leo’s wrist and snagged a clean Petri dish. “Of course there’s no difference, why do you think the combination term ‘bunny rabbit’ exists? It’s a hare that comes from another genus. And what do you want, huh? You don’t just saunter in here and offer me free DNA for my trials for nothing.”
“Can’t I help my dear brother with his evil lab experiments out of the goodness of my heart?”
“As if you have one.”
Leo dissolved into giggles.
Donnie capped the dish and pulled a fresh label from the drawer. “So? Spill. What am I beholden to you for after this oh-so-generous and selfless donation?”
“Oh, you know. Age, blood type, zodiac sign, debilitating allergies or hypersensitivities. Aaaand if you happen to match those to any particular medical records and it leads to a place of employment or a home address…”
“Don’t you have enough stalking victims already?”
Leo hopped off the metal slab and pirouetted his way out the door. “No such thing.”
#addams! tmnt au#rottmnt au#rottmnt#leo rottmnt#rottmnt donnie#cw dissection#cw animal cruelty#cw animal death#cw pregnancy mention#tmnt au#rottmnt fic#addams! leosagi#NewFallenLeaves#rottmnt fanart#rottmnt fanfiction#rottmnt art
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oc doodle dump
#sam#tabitha#juniper#rory#oc#ocs#mspaint#doodle#doodles#art#sorry i stole my oc's design for my sona. itll happen again#cw pregnancy mention#I GUESS?#to be safe
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Rating: Teen and Up
Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Original Child(ren) of Aziraphale and Crowley
Additional Tags: South Downs Cottage, Retirement, Post-Canon, Kid Fic, Babies, Post Mpreg, (or really Post Man-Shaped-Beingpreg), Ineffable Family February 2024, Baby Wearing
For @ineffablefamfeb SFW prompt #1: babywearing
Retirement and a baby. Crowley still doesn't quite believe that this is his life now.
#good omens#aziraphale x crowley#crowley#aziraphale#ineffablefamfeb#ineffable family february#ineffable parents#ineffable family#good omens fanfiction#good omens fanfic#cw pregnancy mention#tw pregnancy mention
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been having some wicked baby fever so here's some platonic!marauders x pregnant!reader for you!!
just imagining how adorable the marauders would be if you were pregnant?? always making sure you were comfy, well fed, that you were making sure to eat n drink, and walking around you in a lil bodyguard circle whenever you're out with them.
them telling you how cute and gorgeous you look if you're getting self conscious about your bump. their words help you learn to adore the roundness of your belly and the stretchmarks that come with creating life.
them being there by your side when it comes time to give birth and them fighting over who gets to hold your hands for when you're pushing. then proceeding to fight over who gets to hold your baby first when they're finally born.
them being the most amazing godfathers and spoiling their lil godchild so so much; getting your kid the most unnecessary things, taking them on excursions, all to see their face break out into the biggest smile.
just them loving your kid like they've never loved anyone or anything before.
hp + general taglist: @henqtic @slytherclawbitch @amphxtrite @chaoswalkinq @nerdyblogger06 @horrorxweasley @batcat46 @wlfstxr @xxrwzy @mollysolo @ohnoitsmekc @ildm4ev @natashxromanovfreads @illicitvalentines @scorpireads @youcantbesirius @lavendersfairy @hauntedwitch04 @lendeluxe @hehehehannahthings @dongkyuckshoe
form
#kenny writes#platonic!marauders#platonic!marauders x afab!reader#cw pregnancy#cw pregnancy mention#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader
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Roman: I don’t know why I’ve been so nauseated lately…
Remus: Maybe someone knocked you up
Roman:
Roman: I don’t know what’s worse, how big of an asshole you are for suggesting that, or how big of an idiot I am for having a mini panic attack
Remus: Bahahahhaaha
#ree caught him in a himbo moment lol#thomas sanders#sanders sides#roman sanders#Remus sanders#ts roman#ts remus#incorrect sanders sides#creativitwins#ts creativitwins#cw suggestive#cw pregnancy mention
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Still sometimes think about that time they were like “does mommy want to get me pregnant” after scrolling through this blog a lil and it immediately short circuited my brain a lil, like yes, yes I do, however you didn’t have to call me out like that Pal 🙄
#✨ <3#Like god#sorry for the breeding kink being bundled with kink flavored pregnancy 🙄#As if it’s my fault#I respect the bitches who go “no preg only breed” forever n always tho#Anyway I have got to get better at like. Ig casual kink charged flirting#Like I was doing a lot better w/ it the other day but it was also. Only Over text#Why must it be so much easier to say degenerate shit to strangers on tumblr 😔#breeding k1nk#cw pregnancy mention#sapphic nsft#nblw nsft#nblw ns/fw#sapphic ns/fw#nsft queer#ns/fw queer
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OH SHIT DT JUST WENT INTO LABOUR
SEXYMAN SQUAD YOU GOTTA TAKE DT TO THE HOSPITAL IN TRUE SEXYMAN STYLE
DO IT IT FOR THE TUMBLR BABIES
"THEY WHAT?!"
"WHAT."
"....HUH?"
"NOW????"
"Yes, Ghirahim! We gotta get them to the hospital, NOW!"
"SHIT, I THOUGHT THEY WERE DUE...OH WAIT, IT IS THE FINAL MONTH."
"YOU DUMBASS!"
"Samantha, mouth! And we need to stay collected. We'll take them to the hospital...let's hurry now."
#Sardonic Sexymen#Sexymen Squad#original post#art#fanart#image reply#text reply#bill cipher#ghirahim#mordecai heller#samantha#the onceler#MENTIONED SEXYMEN - DT#((*FALLS DOWN THE STAIRS AGAIN*#(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#((IM SO EXCITED HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE#((but hang in there ;)#cw labor mention#cw labor#cw pregnancy#cw pregnancy mention#cw hospital mention
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Body Horror Beatdown, Match 30, Round 1
Vote for your favorite:
Propaganda under the cut. (cw pregnancy mention, bugs)
Spring
Love is a monster.
"it's a beautiful romance film that has a wonderful body horror twist!! from one of my favorite director pairings, these guys always knock it out of the park and this film is a rollercoaster of emotions."
Slither
Slug it out.
"oh my god just watch like five minutes from the middle of this film if you want disgusting gore. There’s puss there’s this fucked up pregnant creature thing that just keeps eating until it pretty much explodes, there’s little slug things (?) that, well. Slither and try to enter people. it’s gross."
#cw pregnancy mention#cw bugs#bodyhorrorbeatdown#body horror beatdown#gore#body horror#round 1#polls#spring#spring 2015#slither#slither 2006#justin benson#aaron moorhead#james gunn
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