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tojisun · 1 year

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thinking about the way jake mates you :((

the way he just folds you in half, covering you with his bigger body, overwhelming you with all of him – his scent, his weight, his warmth.

the way his hands, five fingers and all, pry your thighs apart so he can dip his head and lick your dripping cunt. you learned the word from jake, his voice curling into something deep and animalistic when he first ate you out.

the alien word was new, vulgar, outright dirty, but every time jake whispers it – "your cunt loves me, doesn't it, sweetheart?" – you could feel the way it riles him up more than it makes your toes curl. you feel it in the way he throbs inside you, his lips pulled into a snarl, and amidst glassy eyes you watch the way he flushes, losing himself in the throes of pleasure.

pleasure evoked by mating you.

jake is so deliciously big.

the way his belly presses onto your back whenever he fucks you on your knees, a hand wrapped around your chest and the other pressing on your belly. the position was not usual, but not nearly foreign, and you found yourself putty in his arms as he contorted your body, measured whispers rolling off his lips, praising you, telling you how beautiful you look like this, presented all for him.

“can you feel me here, baby?” he purrs, his breath is warm as it tickles your ears. “i’m deep inside you, aren’t i?”

your voice hitches, unable to reply to him well. jake chuckles anyway, like he expected your incoherence, almost even wanting to hear you be reduced to only keens and muffled whines.

“y’r taking me so good, sweetheart,” jake murmurs, before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

you whimper, a choked moan falling from your lips as jake slides his cock out again, the length of it dragging along your plush walls. it is so heavy and hard, filling you to the brim as if he wants to carve himself into your very being. your eyes are wet with unshed tears, and your body trembles at how full you feel.

“jake!” you squeal, your voice squeaking into a high pitch when he pushes his cock back inside you again.

your arms buckle, threatening to collapse at the increasing pleasure rising through your being. it is only jake’s hold that prevents you from crashing to the floor, keeping you up at the perfect angle to sink his cock into.

“i know, sweetheart,” jake croons, fucking you with a relentless pace, his body warm around you. in you. “just few more, okay? you could do it, can’t you baby girl?”

you don’t recall ever nodding or doing anything to respond to him, feeling your toes curl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt spasming around jake’s cock.

“fuck, baby!” jake hisses, his pleasure curling into his words, his voice sounding so close yet so warbled and far away. “cum with me, sweetheart. with me.”

and just like that your pleasure tilts, expanding, before euphoric ecstasy crashes into you as you cum, your orgasm ripping a shrill cry from your throat.

“m’jake!” you scream, your back arching and your ears flattening on your head, your tail thrashing as the base of it thrums with a muted pain from being squished between jake’s bigger body and your back.

“jus’ like that, baby,” jake grunts, his face pressed on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. “fuck, y’r so good, so perfect. my perfect mate, aren’t you baby? mine, yeah?”

you hum, you think. or you nod – you don’t even know, feeling yourself floating, engulfed with the overwhelming pleasure that only jake can coax out of you.

your uncoordinated response doesn’t matter to jake, feeling him chuckle amidst his panting, his tongue licking a stripe on your neck.

“yeah,” he whispers, almost like he is talking to himself. “my perfect mate, alright.”

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old-ssainzz · 11 months

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so y’all were just not gonna tell me??, y’all were gonna keep this a SECRET from me???

#i’m frothing at the mouth #i’m having full body shakes #the SWEATS #i need him carnally #so viscerally #gOD HAVE MERCY #carlos sainz

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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I finally watched the entertainment district arc and baybe when I tell you that I’m genuinely so in love with tengen like. I wanna sob he’s so fine I wont him so bad 🥲 but that arc was sooooo good and I’m so mad it took me this long to finally watch it!!!!!!

#I liked the sibling demons toooooo #I ended up feeling so bad for them #but their connection was so endearing to watch #but first and foremost TENGEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!1!!!!11!!#I need him viscerally actually #on the prowl for fics rn #him and Akaza and rengoku #I need them carnally I fear #I’m gonna watch bllk or chainsaw man next!!#—in store chit chat! 🍫

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jamil-s-wifey · 10 months

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I saw the rules that NSFW is fine & things u don't write for the NSFW, soo may i req hcs of Savannaclaw's dorm with gn!s/o (f!s/o is ok too) where s/o asks the boys to breed them? Ummm is my req still alright? do tell me if u feel uncomfortable with this. Thank u!

Yes, of course, your request is perfectly fine! One interesting proposition towards the Savannaclaw dorm coming right up! Thank you for diligently reading the rules! ♥️ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Nsfw under the cut!

Leona

See, he gets it. You're dating a beastman. Of course you'd want to get a taste of the wild side - the primal urges, the possessive bitemarks, the delicious feeling of being full to the brim, like a good little bitch in heat. He gets it. ...But that doesn't mean he won't have some fun with it.

"Breeding, huh? You think just 'cus I'm a beastman, that we call it breeding, that it comes natural or something? Wanna live out your little creampie fantasies through me, huh?"

Oh that accusatory tone, that sharp glare.

Just as you were about to apologise, he interrupted you.

"You'd stand correct, herbivore."

Oh, that piece of-

And he was on you, pinning you to the nearest surface, which ended up being the bed itself. (Lazy lion be lazing) Sharp canines scraped over the pulse point on your neck, as his hips ground into you.

"You wanna be bred, huh? Filled to the brim, marked and scented, so that everybody will know who you belong to? Careful what you wish for, little herbivore."

"You might just get it. Now spread your legs."

Ruggie

He right about *choked*.

You? With him? Now?!? But he's not prepared for fatherhood. He'd want to have a steady income to provide for his family and - and it's so tempting, and you're pulling him in with those glassy eyes, and delicious lips and-

Oh, you meant in like-. Oh You just really want to be filled, don't you. Okay. He can work with that.

He'd be for sure frazzled at first, but very quickly get into rhythm. The more ye imagines it, the more obsessed he gets with the image of your hole dripping with his cum, reddened, used and thoroughly bred.

He'd have to wait until nighttime, when he's free, but the moment you two were left to your own devices he was quick to shed your clothing, nearly ripping yours from your body.

Surprisingly eager, considering the state of pure panic he was in earlier that day. All teeth, and growls, and breathless moaning, and all just for you.

"Shishishi, and here I thought I was the wild one. Oh doncha worry, I'll fill you plenty~."

Somehow that sounded more like a threat than a promise and you were content with both.

Jack

Every single fiber within Jack's body was screaming at him to take you right then and there. His instincts were going haywire at the prospect. He needed you carnally, viscerally... and you were just offering yourself to him?

His tail was a dead giveaway, as to the whirlwind of emotions coursing through him, as he stared at you. His fingers were twitching, aching to get a hold of you.

"You....do realise what that entails, right? We uh...we mate for life. I know you find it..uhm.....attractive, but I have to warn you."

He figured you were aware, he just couldn't believe it. His breeding also entailed a knot after all. You had to be warned. And you already knew. Of course you knew, you'd been together for years. After hearing your wholehearted confirmation, he felt the thin thread of his self-control snap within him.

A deep guttural growl left his throat, as he stepped towards you, grabbing your face and pulling you in for the kiss of a lifetime. Big, rough hands travelled from your face, to your neck and down your body, only to lift you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I can't wait to paint your insides white. You'd look so good, full and sated, my perfect mate."

Who are you and what did you do to my Jack?

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medic-simp · 1 month

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15 break up sex?

Like You Still Love Me - Silco Smut

Rating: Explicit Content Warnings: office/desk sex, gender neutral anatomy with the exception of "cunt", no pronouns for reader, silco pov, p in v/a sex, porn with a little bit of plot, cheating

no beta !

Silco is not one prone to “bad decisions”, but it should be obvious that a relationship with his employee was a terrible idea.

The breakup was messy and problematic, sending an array of tense situations his way. Between awkward meetings to discuss finance and import status and the occasional glare, the most apt description was uncomfortable.

However, the current situation is far from uncomfortable–physically that is. Buried deep inside your cunt? Pulling you back into his every thrust? Definitely not as uncomfortable as it could be.

Despite your compromising position, you still find it in you to glare at Silco over your shoulder as he fucks you from behind, poorly masking your impending climax.

“Couldn’t get off without me?” he taunts, watching the rage on your face slowly crank up. “You always did wonders for my ego.”

You grit your teeth. “Don’t let it get to your head, you aren’t the only dick I’ve had this week.”

“Come again?”

Without his knowledge, Silco’s fingers tighten their grip on your waist, hips snapping harder into you. If the “o” of your mouth is anything to go off of, he would say you almost did come again.

“I. Fucked. Someone. Else.”

“Who?”

As if it wasn’t already, Silco’s blood pressure is spiking at your spiteful silence, watching you grin to yourself.

“Who did you fuck?” Silco grits out, taking hold of your hair and pulling hard. When did ‘splitting up’ mean fucking someone else within days.

You look over your shoulder, making a show of how exposed your throat is with the way Silco pulls your hair back.

“The lovely sheriff of Piltover.”

Red, all Silco sees is red. Red and the brutal, carnal need to dominate–to take back what’s his. Silco abandons his hold on your hair to grab both wrists and pin them behind your back, forcing your front against the hard surface of the desk with a dull thunk. Your low moan is not the sound Silco wants to hear but it spurs him on nonetheless as he drills into your backside with relentless fervor.

“Mmmnnn he has a big dick too,” you groan, boots scrambling on the floor as you try to find purchase, “I think you– ah!– have competition, Sil.”

You’re getting close to your release, clenching tight around him in frequent throbs, stuttered cries of his name tumbling from your lips alongside your cruel story telling.

“And he came inside.”

Silco’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you cry out again.

“You think you can get rid of my claim on you that easily?” he hisses, slowing his pace to settle on something harder and more brutal that has your climax fading away. Your hedonistic whine confirms this. “I’m not a man you can just forget.”

“I know!” You yelp, squirming against his hold on you, walls still clamping down on Silco’s cock as you adapt to his changes and get close again.

“If you know then why did you do it?” Silco’s voice is ragged, your tightness becoming too much to handle as you tumble off the peak of your orgasm, going rigid in the throes of your pleasure. Silco is not far behind, finding it hard to even thrust into you with how fiercely your body takes him, not wanting to let go as he throbs out his release inside of you.

Bated breaths fill the thick office air, the smell of sweat and sex an odor Silco will have to remedy with a few smokes.

“Why did you do it?” he asks again, throat dry and hoarse with the visceral groans he had bitten back whilst filling you up.

When he releases your hands they fall limpishly to your sides and you make no attempt to get up or even look at Silco. The shame is evident in your shaky voice.

“So you would fuck me like you still loved me.”

#lilith answers #silco #arcane #arcane silco #silco x reader #silco x you #silco arcane #mdni #smut

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diejager · 1 year

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I dont know if you write about it and it’s fine if you dont but I just wanna share my thoughts, if it’s alright with you. 🙂

Know what would make the siblings with Ghost fic? Inc*st. You’ve already laid the groundwork for it, tbh.

Being together most of the time in public and in private settings, men not being able to approach Doc due to Ghost intimidating them, the physical intimacy that is present and constant, and both being closed off to anyone else but to each other. It’s all there, just a bit more darkness and…tada!

I wont say anything anymore as I do not wish to offend you if this is not your cup of tea. But if it is, then I will look forward to your great work, as usual. Thank you and have a good day. 🥰

You, anon, are so blasphemously brilliant. Inc*st isn’t something I’ve done, and isn’t good per se irl, but this is fictional works. So, yeah, here ya go :D And like I said, I’m pretty loose with what I’m willing to write. PS. I am SO going to hell for this-

Pairing : big brother Simon “Ghost” Riley x lil sister reader

Cw: DARK, INC*ST, smut, yandere, DUB-CON, fingering, self-hate, tell me if I missed anything. Wc: 1.4k

NOTE: You've been warned about the content, if you don't like Inc*st, don't read it. Just don't report it, cuz that would be annoying.

YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY AND YOURS ALONE.

He knew it was wrong, the sheer sinful shame of his acts towards you made him a monster, a vile creature, one worse than the abusive father you shared. His intentions, his thoughts, his needs, they were so wrong, too wrong that he had to choke down the disgust that riled in his guts.

I’m disgusting, he repeated those words a dozen times, a hundred times, a million times, how many times he needed to get them to stop himself. I’m so fuckin’ disgusting.

Being able to look at himself in the mirror made the sinking feeling worse, he could see the face of the monster he was, not the one who wore a mask or hid behind a moniker; the face he glared at was Simon, the face that shared similarities to yours: the blond hair and the brown eyes. He had red-rimmed eyes, unlike your softer ones, full of life and power. He’d felt the need to break the mirror, shattering it into small pieces and watching his face crumble into fragments and blood, but it would make you worry so much. The blood in the bathroom tiles, wall and sink, his bloodied and roughly wrapped hand and the missing and broken glass would give him away; albeit a shattered mirror was enough for you to rush to him in a flurry of worried words and hushed comfort.

He felt so fucking disgusting, you cared so much about him, so much care and dedication you devoted to him and him alone since you’ve been young. The words you’d whisper in his ears at night when his regrets crawled out, burdening his mind with bloody and visceral images that terrorised him. You were his solid link, the anchor that held him firmly alive and sane, able enough to keep going.

You were his lifeline as he was yours, you clutched onto him for love and comfort while he latched on you for the same, but he had needs, dark ideas and images he made with you. His sacrilegious dreams and thoughts violated his image of you, the sweet girl he protected from your abusive father that would beat you and him.

Stop, this is disgusting, he kept reminding himself, screaming the words to himself in the bathroom, the shower head pouring scalding water upon his request as punishment. Stop it. Stop it, Simon, he screamed, but it never helped, the burning water, the frozen winter, or the pain from wounds, they all numbed until he seaked you out. Then, he couldn’t stop himself, his hands and mouth were so hungry.

You were always with him, and he was always with you; you were stuck by the hip. He came to you by habit, by instinct, by heart. You were his comfort and the only thing that mattered. That's why he was doing this, his need for a physical relationship, the carnal hunger he had, the darkness he wanted to share, all for you. The more selfish side of himself told him that he deserved it and that he was doing this for you. For you, anything.

“Si, are you sure?” you mumbled, breathing in the sweat and cologne on his throat, the thick muscle of his neck bulging when he gulped down harshly. “Si, I’m- I-“

“You trust me, don’t you, love?” he asked, wording his words in a way that would make you less hesitant, and question his intentions less whenever he called you love. It was the nickname everyone at home called you, the youngest of the family, the baby. “Do you?”

“‘Course I do, Si. Of course, I do,” you had a quirk of repeating your words when you got stressed, became so nervous that you’d stutter. It only happend with him or the team, feeling comfortable enough to let them in, to let down the wall you built around you and him enough so that they could see the real you. Task Force 141 truly became a new family, to him and to you.

He shushed your nerves, hands trailing down your backed back to your hips, thumb rubbing circles on your warm skin. You straddled him, he told you that it would make him feel better, it would help him relax and take the edge off. One hand went back to cradle the back of your neck and pushed your closer to him, his head laying on top of yours. His other went further down your back, cupping the fat of your ass, kneading with the softness. His blunt nails dug into your ass, index finding the tight rim of your anal hole.

You whined and clutched the back of his shirt tightly when he went lower, fore and middle finger bumping into your shaved lips, sliding to your slit and rubbing your clit. You opened your mouth to ask him once more, still hesitant to Simon’s idea, but a moan left instead. His hand rounded your thigh to deftly circle your button between his clothed torso and your sheer nakedness. You wanted to hide, feeling his rough, calloused pads writing eights on your sensitive nerve.

You fidgeted, writhing quietly over him, hip bucking forward and mewling when his forefinger would dip slightly into your cunt, tip sliding in before he pulled back to tease you. Although his intentions were to tease you, pleasure you, you felt the nagging discomfort of sharing this with Simon, he was your brother, the eldest of your family and the only one who you could seek comfort with. It never felt the same when you went to the other men, Simon never liked it either.

This wasn’t what siblings usually did, or should at all, but how could you deny him, tell your only family no. The burden of pulling back from him in his time of need would hurt more than the discomfort you felt at the moment, the buzzing in your mind and the tingling pleasure he was giving you. This was anything but normal, but for him, for Simon, you’d see it through.

“Si-!” you jerked back when he slipped a finger in, voice breaking when you cried out, huffing loudly onto the skin of his neck, where he kept you. “Wait-“ your nails sunk into the meat of his back, tapping him, telling him to slow down or wait a bit.

“I got ya, love,” Simon whispered calmly, adding another finger to pump in and out of your soaked cunt, your body reacted naturally to stimulus even if you’d cried no or stop, please, the body and mind were separate things. “I know, (Name), let me help ya.”

Help wasn’t what you’d qualify this as; although your body reacted to him, any body would do the same if they were on the receiving end. You wanted out, you wanted him to stop, but you also knew no one would love you the way Simon did, or the way Ghost did. He was your haven, your safe space that no one else could become, you already had him, why would you need anyone else.

“That’s right. Ya got me, so ya don’t need anyone else, right?”

You couldn’t reply, lost in the drowning sensation of being so full and stimulated by Simon, his big fingers dragging over the spot that made your mind numb and curling just right to make you see stars. Your body shook, crying out his name as pleasure washed over you, walls clamping on his digits, your hips bucked as you rode his hand.

This is wrong, this is so wrong, Si, you wished you could tell him, but the orgasm made all thought disappear. When was the last time you fucked someone, or dated? You couldn’t remember having anyone significant other than family in your life. Sure, you’ve laid with some soldiers and boys when you were younger, more spry than your current age, but those were long ago and none were as big as Simon was. Men were rarely his size and height, he was a rivalling force in the military and in life.

He was loving and tender, slowly pushing you over the edge a second and third time before he felt the need to stop, too ashamed of himself to relieve the unbarring and painful sensation of his hard cock straining against the tightness of his brief and pants. You were his priority, your pleasure being the sole purpose of this moment: locked in your shared room, walls reinforced to be sound-proof from the inside and being at the mercy of his skilled fingers.

He gazed at you, eyes squinting at the fiery blush on your cheeks, warm and sweaty, your eyes dazed and teary from him, tired even, and your breath and heart rapid, loud and gasping. Your eyes met his and you smiled at him tentatively, unsure of how he felt now. Did he feel better? What happened that made him so riled up, mad?

“I won’t let anyone touch ya, (Name),” he swore, caressing your cheeks sweetly with his clean hand. He loved you too much to lose you to someone else, he couldn’t let another man or woman take you from him like they did with his family. “I love you, (Name),” he said those words like they were a mantra, sacred words meant for you alone.

“I love you too, Si.”

Only for you, Si. It’s wrong but for you, anything.

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Kinktober Drabble #4: Breeding Kink

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, breeding kink, dirty talk, vaginal sex.

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Gonna use the same gif for all Regency Anthony Kinktober posts cos he looks so filthy/gorgeous. Enjoy <3

When you retire to bed on the second night of your honeymoon, your husband is a different man. The first night he was gentle, considerate and slow, making you a woman and bringing you softly through the experience of losing your virginity. Tonight he is another man altogether, and you find you love this wild passionate version as much as the soft sweet man of the previous night.

“How does it feel now?” His voice laboured as he pushes into your body from a new angle, your feet over his shoulders.

“Oh god, Anthony, it’s it’s….” you are at a loss for words. Your body bent almost double; he seems so deep inside you. It's the most incredible carnal sensation, being so filled.

“Good?” he pants.

“Better than that,” you hiss, “please don't stop.”

“I'm not stopping, my darling wife,” his voice loaded with promise. “I'm not leaving your body until I have planted all my seed deep inside you.”

You drive back against his thrusts, fingernails digging into the meat of his bicep. “What does that mean, husband?”

“Oh, my beautiful darling innocent,” he slows his pace, leaning forward and cupping your face, kissing your lips tenderly. “It means I will make you with child; you shall bear my heir.”

“This is how babies are made?” you gasp, “but it's so wonderful. I was told it would be unpleasant, something I must lie back and do for you.”

He shakes his head and then brushes a finger over your clit. “Firstly, tell me, darling wife, does this feel unpleasant?” he asks, his voice low and warm.

“No, the opposite,” you answer breathily as he lowers your legs from his shoulders.

“Secondly, you don’t have to lie back, my darling,” he gusts and pulls out, flipping you over effortlessly, so you are face down into the pillow, pulling your hips up high as he kneels between your legs and drives back inside you.

You’ve never felt anything so primal.

“Push yourself back onto me,” he lectures.

You do as he asks, feeling him slide deeper than ever before and moaning at the sensation.

“That’s it, darling, now rock forwards and then back again,” he tutors.

“Oh, Anthony,” you huff against the pillow, “this feels wonderful.”

“Yes, that’s it.” He grabs your hips and aids your movements. “Fuck yourself onto me, wife.”

The crude language and the feel of taking him to your hilt every time have you making noises you can’t stop, little needy yelps as you inhale sharply.

“Do you want my babies?” He questions breathily, leaning over your back and teething your shoulder, his fingers back on your clit.

“Yes, my lord, please give me all your babies,” you answer, snapping against him harder with each stroke, chasing the high you feel building as he straightens back up behind you.

“Beg me for my babies, beg me for my seed,” he orders, his voice desperate and starts thrusting into you powerfully, meeting your movements, dragging against your walls, the heat and pressure a potent elixir.

“Please, my lord, give me your babies, give me all your seed; I need it,” you babble mindlessly close to your peak now.

“Oh fuck yes,” he curses, curling and thrusting in as you move back against him, a bead of sweat falling from his forehead and splashing onto your spine, running down between your shoulder blades. “We will have eight, no ten, children,” he growls, taking you forcefully now, plundering your cunt as you pant cries with every movement “you will always be with my child. Mine. My wife. My babies.”

“Yes, my lord,” you chant as you are swept over the cliff like the previous night, but this time more visceral as he curses and keeps surging hard, your insides fluttering and clenching onto his cock. He snarls noises, fingers gripping your hip so tight he leaves fingerprints. His movements become uncoordinated as you convulse.

“Take it all, my darling,” he groans, holding you down with a firm hand on the middle of your back, hips obscenely high, face pressed into the mattress, and you feel a warmth bloom so deep inside you, “every last drop,” he grunts and thrusts one last time before collapsing on top of you.

After a few moments of enjoying his weight and heat draped over your back, you find your voice.

“Thank you, husband,” you coo as he gusts heavy warm breaths onto the nape of your neck. “I enjoy making babies very much,” you whisper.

He chuckles and drags his lips over your shoulder. “Then you won't mind if we keep trying and trying and trying,” he teases.

“Not at all,” you giggle and moan softly as he pulls out of your body.

“Good because… the night is young, my darling, and I have so much more seed to plant in you,” his cock stroking against the back of your naked thighs, trailing your joined fluids there.

“Yes, please, my lord.”

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merakiui · 5 months

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fun fact: belphie IS a yandere in canon! its actually something they put on one of his first promotional images for Japan- the one with "catnapping 7th-born" in English- just replace catnap with yandere! so all those red flags that he has are intentional :)

I need him in the most carnal, visceral, bone-breaking, mind-numbing way. I have been catching up on the little chats the characters can send you through text and omg,,, he's so AAAAAAAA.

#chit chat #i can take him.#in his demon form especially <3 #yan!belphie dynamic but it's just the trauma bond you've formed with him after he killed you that one time

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ironunderstands · 2 months

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Visceral, carnal need for Ratio to go apeshit. I need it more than air, I need to see this man out of his element and how he copes with it. Please let him tweak, please it would be good for him and the audience. I need to see this man lose it and if he never does it’s a waste of character

#dr ratio #his marble walls have to crumble at least once #Please please please please

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Well since the new Horangi skin came out now and twitter is going feral over it- how about some Eldritch!König and Monster Horangi?

Otherwise I will steal your rips (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I have been WAITING for this. I have been goddamn WAITING!!!

Also, I'm sorry guys, I can't keep doing the ö.... My German friend has informed me the oe is fine so that's what I'm using

Horangi drew all of the symbols on to the floor, kneeling down in the middle of the circle. He cupped his palms together and raised them slowly. Unlike other invokers, he did not speak the words, just prayed silently before slicing his hand. Blood dripped into the sigils and spread slowly. His blood darkened before lightening, making a gorgeous color.

"I summon a creature from the deep. I need assistance." Horangi finally spoke, feeling a presence. He didn't need a big creature to do this. Just anything from the deep would work.

"Hello summoner." The voice crackled and fizzed. It was hard to actually make out the words but Horangi had experience.

"I have a request. May I first know your name?"

"Koenig." It growled, the voice vibrating the walls.

Oh.

Oh no.

Horangi refused to feel fear, but this was a problem. While Koenig was not a violent being, or a particularly sadistic one, he was known for being powerful. A king as his name sake suggested. It was foolish of Horangi to not specify a name, but he hadn't exactly expected the King of the Deep to answer a lowly summoners call.

"Hong-jin, correct?"

"I prefer Horangi." His name was not something Horangi like throwing around and the fact that this creature knew so easily... It unsettled him.

Koenig moved closer, clearly behind him. "Horangi." His voice. It made something in Horangi weak. Something, probably fear, told him to run far away, but he knew better. That would make him prey and he didn't want to know what the King does to prey.

Breath, definitely not real because such creatures did not need to breath, erupted on his neck. "Tell me, Horangi. What do you want?"

"I've... fallen into debt. I want enough money to get myself out of it." Horangi shivered as Koenig started to lift more. He clearly towered over him.

"You wish to be debt free." Koenig repeated.

"Yes. I can offer my service. Blood. If you crave death, I can give you that."

Koenig hummed and the walls vibrated. Horangi's body had a visceral reaction. His hands raised to cover his own ears but he stopped them, not wanting to offend.

"I don't want any of that."

"What do you want? I will try to procure it." Horangi had almost nothing else to offer.

"Easy. Your body."

Horangi hesitated. "I appreciate that you answered my call. But I do not want to be devoured at this time, thank you." He went to dismiss him.

Koenig grabbed him. His hands were huge, easily wrapping around his waist with his fingers touching. He laughed and Horangi was surprised that it didn't hurt. A warm liquid sensation filled his veins in response to the sound.

"My tiger, my little summoner. I am sure you would taste very sweet, but I am not interested in tasting you that way. It has been a while since I..." His hands gently slid under Horangi's shirt. He sounded... shy?

The great King of the goddamn Deep. Shy. By... him?

It hit him suddenly. "You want..."

"The carnal pleasures, yes."

Horangi laughed, almost hysterically. Koenig started to pull away. "Wait, no. I... Yes. I will. If you promise to free me of my debt, you can... use me. I only ask you don't drive me insane or kill me."

The hands squeezed him gently before pulling Horangi's shirt off gently. "I will do my best."

Horangi went to protest but Koenig grabbed him before he could get anything out. He was turned around and lifted, his legs set on something that seemed to be... approximately shoulders. It meant he was close to the King's mouth and that was more pressing.

His form hurt Horangi's eyes. There was a writhing mass of tentacles in a shape that looked like a mockery of humans. It didn't make sense. His mouth was too big for his face with so many teeth. His tongue ran along Horangi's inner thighs. It felt both cold and hot. It cut into his skin like razor blades and the saliva that dripped from his tongue made the skin it touched feel even more sensitive.

Horangi couldn't help but struggle. He was so far off the ground and it hurt. Tentacles wrapped around him immediately, keeping him locked into place. His hands went above his head and his legs were spread as far as they could. The slick from them had the same effect, making his skin feel so sensitive. Pleasure started to barrage his nerves and Horangi felt himself relaxing into it. The deal had been struck and he found himself start to enjoy this.

His blood started to run from where Koenig had licked him. He kissed the wound gently, his lips much softer. A tentacle rather gently asked for entrance to his mouth, so he opened it, letting the tentacle go down his throat. He didn't gag and he tried not to think about what Koenig was doing to him to make that happen.

Something that felt like a hand grabbed him and gently started to rub at his hole. He whimpered and one of the tentacles wrapped around his dick. It held him tightly and stroked him, adding more pleasure to the already intense feeling. An appendage finally entered him, spreading him open. It stretched him until he thought he'd break. He didn't know how deep it went but every drag or thrust had his eyes rolling back in his head.

More slick filled him, flowing down his thighs. His nerves set on fire as it did. Whatever soaked into his skin did... something. Every touch, no matter where it was, sent pleasure shooting up his spine. The slightest brush against his spine had his back arching and legs shaking. It was too much, overwhelming and yet he didn't feel himself getting any closer to release. That may have been a good thing, since he had no clue when Koenig would be done with him.

His teeth pressed against the tentacle in his mouth and it was ripped out of him.

Large eyes opened in front of him. "No teeth!"

"What are you... You're doing..."

"Yes, I'm manipulating you. Getting rid of that nasty gag reflex, getting rid of most of the pain, making it feel more intense. I'm a God and you're a plaything." Koenig said it like he was amused Horangi didn't assume it. "I'll put you back together when I'm done." The tentacle shoved back in to him. "Now no more teeth."

Horangi reluctantly melted back into the feeling. Slowly, achingly slowly, he felt himself adjust, the pleasure clouding his mind. He pressed against the tentacle thrusting into him. It slipped further into him and he moaned, licking at the one still in his mouth. Another one started to poke at his hole and he immediately started to wiggle, not sure it could fit.

It did. He screamed the entire time as Koenig did not dull this feeling, but the pain didn't deter him as much as it should. The two currently inside him moved in tandem, clearly trying to prepare him. Tears streamed down his face as more slick ran down his legs. Part of him hoped they didn't find his prostate because he wasn't sure he could handle the abuse they would no doubt inflict on it. The tongue, luckily not as sharp feeling, ran along the scars on his face.

"Did they inflict these, my little tiger?" His mouth moved down, sinfully soft but mindbreakingly hard. The contradiction of his very being made him both recoil and press into him. It sucked hickeys into his skin and licked roughly over his chest. He should be close, he knew he should, but he wasn't. It was a special type of edging and he didn't know how to handle any of this.

They all left him. All of the tentacles moving away to leave him empty. Even the one that had been stroking him disappeared.

"No, please." Horangi had never heard himself so desperate or so wrecked. His hole clenched on nothing and he was sure if Koenig set him down and left, he'd never recover.

Koenig pulled him closer but covered his eyes. "You asked I don't drive you insane. I believe its best you don't see me right now. You've... I can't focus enough like this to make myself palatable for you. I am sorry."

Horangi just shook his head. "please... Please..."

"Shush now. Don't think too hard about this, understood?"

Horangi did not understand but he nodded desperately. The flesh he was on was ice cold, but it made his skin feel warm. It pressed against him firmly to keep him in place. Something pressed to him and he realized what Koenig meant by don't think too hard.

It was too big. Far, far too big. Fuck that fact that it didn't make sense and seemed to writhe slightly, it wouldn't fit.

Horangi felt his mind clear as if it was a whiteboard that Koenig cleaned for him. Gently, because Koenig truly did not want to hurt him, he pulled him down.

He wailed. Pain and impossible pleasure ran through him and none of the sensations he felt made sense. He felt the pressure around Koenig's cock like he felt it breaking his body. He felt the hands running up and down his spine just as he felt the warm flesh of his own back under his hands. Horangi collapsed into Koenig, digging his hands into flesh that made no sense.

He finally felt himself get closer to release. Every time he tried to think of anything other than the dizzying sensations, Koenig would gently pull his thoughts back to him. If he thought this would protect Horangi's sanity, he was sorely mistaken. The invoker sobbed and whined desperately, unable to do more than take and take and take.

Koenig forced his head up off his chest and kissed him sweetly. He let Horangi come on him but didn't let him come down, forcing him to stay at the peak of his orgasm until Koenig finished.

Horangi clenched around him over and over again, sanity starting to singe at the edges. Just as he was about to plunge into madness, Koenig came and let him come down.

It felt like warmth and nothing else. Then, Horangi was empty again, being cradled. Something pressed against his mouth and he opened it slowly, feeling something be pushed into hit.

"Eat. It's human food, do not worry."

Horangi did as told, slowly chewing. Grapes, he was pretty sure. He swallowed, pre expecting for it to hurt. There was no sensation. Carefully, he moved his legs and then tensed his abdomen. No soreness. No hint of pain. Not even the sensation of wetness from the slick and cum.

"Like I said, I put you back together." Very human hands and a very human body continued to cradle him as he came back.

"Is it safe to open my eyes?"

"Yes."

Horangi did, looking into the same eyes as before, just human sized. A gorgeous blue. He wore a hood that covered his face and he was still rather large, but very human like. Convincing if Horangi didn't know better.

"Thank you."

"Of course, liebling." Koenig's hands patted over him almost professionally before he nodded. "You are fixed. I shall hold up my end of the bargain and clear you of your debt."

He grabbed Horangi's hands and although he saw them, he saw that they went no where near Koenig's mouth, he felt the sensation of his knuckles being kissed still.

"If you ever need me again, I shall ask for the same thing."

"What if I only want the sex?" Horangi stared at him.

Koenig looked shy again. "Little Gemahlin. You humans never learn." He disappeared completely, leaving Horangi gently laid on the floor.

Horangi did the normal sanity tests Invokers used. He counted to make sure he had no forbidden knowledge. Spoke aloud to make sure nothing appeared. Went through the experience bit by bit to make sure that he had left nothing to interpretation.

He hoped by specifying money early on in the conversation, Koenig would not catch on to his little slip of just saying debt free. He then thought of what he called him. Gemahlin. It sounded familiar, but Horangi couldn't place it.

He waved his hands and one of his books appeared in front of him. It took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for.

Gemahlin: Consort or wife. Usually used by high priestesses to declare their dedication to lesser creatures.

Oh.

Oh no.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x horangi #horangi #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 #könig mw2 #modern warfare ii

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baeshijima · 9 months

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The way you write Neuvillette is so FRICKIN CUTE!!! pouty rainy boy I love youuuuuu

AAAA NONNIE IM SO GLAD U THINK SO !!!! pouty brooding emotional rain man who is trying his best..... holds him gently.......

#omg a convo !?#nonnies !!#manifesting him to come home..... i need him.... viscerally and carnally......#chews on him

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triplexdoublex · 3 months

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Welcome Home

Pairing: Chase(Huddy) x Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut, almost getting caught by a family member, use of a vibrator, outta pocket grandma

A/N: 100% based on a dream I had, so some details may differ from real life.

It’s been six long months without Chase while he was gone on tour, but finally you’re about to see him again. You see him as you pull up at arrivals; a smile already on his face when he recognizes your car. The second the car is in park, you jump out and throw your arms around him, pulling him in for a big kiss, and then help him load his luggage into the trunk.

“God, I missed you so much, you have no idea,”he kisses you again as he settles into the passenger seat.

“I missed you so much too, babe. I’m glad to have you back,” you smile at him before pulling away from the airport and starting the journey back to the house you share with Chase.

You’re almost back home when Chase starts getting handsy. He runs a hand up your inner thigh and under your skirt. “Can’t believe it's been six months since I’ve touched you, six months since my cocks been in this sweet pussy,” he begins rubbing you through your panties while you drive. First order of business when we get in the house is burying this dick so deep inside you” He grasps his hardening length through his pants with his free hand while the other tries to slip into your panties.

“Yeah about that…” you push his hand away.

“Baby, I don’t even care if you're on your period! I need you!” he pleads.

“What? No, that was like two weeks ago, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it, baby? C’mon you know you can tell me anything,” Chase questions concerned.

“You’ll see.”

Not even two minutes later you pull up to the house: balloons, tents with food, a welcome home sign and every relative of his imaginable.

“Oh. My. God. What the hell?” Chase says in shock.

“I’m sorry, babe. Your family insisted on throwing you a Welcome Home party and I tried to get them to at least change it to tomorrow so we could have some time to ourselves and you could rest, but they weren’t having it, and I didn’t want any drama with them.”

“Oh, fuck me!” He whins in annoyance. I mean, they’re my family, of course I wanna see them but not right now, ugh. Right now, I only want you— I’m still fucking hard.”

You get out of the car, retrieve Chase’s luggage from the trunk , and hand it to him as he steps out of the car. “Here, cover yourself with this.”

“Heyyy,” he awkwardly greets various family members, giving them a one armed hug while still clutching his luggage close to his body. More family start to approach, but Chase can’t take it anymore,his craving for you is absolutely carnal and his family is going to have to wait. “Hey everyone,let me take a shower real quick to wash off all the tour bus and travel off of me, then I’ll get back to seeing everyone. Promise I'll be quick.” And he knows he will be, you’ll be lucky if he lasts five minutes after having been away so long.

The second you enter the house — which is thankfully empty— your ravenous mouths are on each other, and you’re shedding your outerwear; your cardigan and his leather jacket. With your mouths fused together in passion, and your hands tangled in each other's hair, you clumsily shuffle towards the bedroom, banging into things, and knocking stuff over in the kitchen along your way. You only make it as far as the connected living room before you fall back onto the sofa, pulling Chase down on top of you. He instantly grinds himself against you and you lift your hips returning the sensation—your longing bodies visceral reaction to touching after being apart so long.

With your fingers on his zipper and his tongue in your mouth you pause, hearing the outside door open into the kitchen.

“Oh my, I told myself that you were still young and you weren’t having sex yet, I guess I know the truth now.” Chase’s grandmother criticizes.

“Jesus Christ, Grandma I’m twenty one, really?” Chase replies holding himself up off your body. “And we were just kissing. What are you doing in the house anyways, the party is outside?”

“But I know what that kind of kissing leads to,” his grandmother informs.” I kissed your grandad like that when he came home from the war, and nine months later your mother was born,” she embarrasses Chase. “I just wanted to see my grandson, is that okay?” She guilt trips him in a way only a grandparent can.

“Thanks for the visual, Grandma,” he facepalms. “Yes, but I told everyone I would be right back after a shower, sooo let me go take a shower and I’ll be right out.” He tries his best to hide his annoyance with her but fails miserably.

“Ohh fine,” his grandmother sulks, walking towards the door.

“Yup, there you go, okay bye bye, see you later.” Chase rushes her out, locking the door behind her.

“Now where were we?” Chase smirks, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a hungry kiss.

Again you begin the clumsy journey to the bedroom, undressing each other as you go — Chase pulling your shirt up and over your head and your fingers skillfully working down the placket of his white button up.

Before you even get the chance to remove it fully he’s shoving you against the wall. Your skin is set ablaze as his nimble fingers begin to travel up your thigh, disappearing under your skirt.

“Missed me, huh?” He teases with a smirk feeling how soaked you are through your panties.

“Mhmmmm, Fuck— you have no idea,” you moan grasping him through his pants.

He pushes your hand away in exchange for unzipping his pants, and pulls himself free. Then hurriedly, he hikes your left leg up around his waist, and pushes your wet panties to the side. You can’t help but let out a loud moan at the feeling of his sizable cock nudging your slick walls open to accommodate him.

“Fuck, I missed this.” His warm breath cascades over your flesh as he pivots his hips and mouths your neck, thumbing your bra strap out of the way to then kiss along your clavicle.

“Ohhh- fuck, Chase!” You cry out in pleasure, grabbing his ass to pull him in deeper. “Uhhhhmm, yeah —fuck right there!”

“Mmhhmmm, oh god yes, say my fucking name like that again baby! He grits through his teeth hungrily as fucks into you.

“Chase— Fuck , you feel so good inside me, want you to fill me,” you plead. Suddenly you swear you hear someone opening the front door. “Shit, Chase, I think someone’s —-“

“Shut up!” He covers your mouth with his hand “I’m not finished with you”

You’ve never seen or heard Chase like this before — the demeaning tone, his desire so primative. You can feel yourself getting wetter by second and you know he can feel it too—each thrust slicker than his last. It’s only a few more until you can feel the pulsating warmth of him cumming inside you.

“Chase?” You both hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

“Shit, it’s my sister!” Chase snatches up your other leg, and quickly wraps it around his waist with the other one, and carries you into your shared bedroom. He plops you down on the bed and then discreetly closes and locks the bedroom door.

“Chase, you say in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

“You didn’t cum yet and we don’t have much times,” he whispers back while opening the nightstand drawer.

You know exactly what he’s getting, he’s not one to shy away from toys in the bedroom, and he knows how quick you always cum whenever he uses the hitachi wand on you.

He switches it on and the humming buzz alone already has your lower abdomen clenching in anticipation. He presses the vibrating bulbous head of the wand firmly against your clit and in mere seconds you’re cumming hard. Quickly, before your open mouth can release a sound, his hand once again covers it.

“Chase?” There’s a knock on the bedroom door.

“Just a second,” Chase responds, letting your body ride out your orgasm before switching off the hitachi and hiding it under the covers for now.

You sprint to the attached master bathroom to clean yourself up, while Chase zips up and starts re-buttoning his shirt before opening the bedroom door.

“Sorry I just got out of the shower and was finishing up getting dressed” Chase says as he fastens the last button.

“Isn’t that the same outfit you just had on before you took a shower?” His sister asks with a quirked eyebrow and accusing tone.

“No, just similar,” he lies.

“Okay then, why is your hair still dry?”

“Uhh, I blow dried it.”

“Sure, ya did lil bro” she smacks him in the back of the head. “You know Y/N’s shirt is in the middle of the living room floor right?”

“Uh…Um” A rosy hue blooms on Chase’s cheeks. He’s fresh out of excuses.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell any of our guests you abandoned them for a quickie ….grandma already took care of that.”

#huddy #huddy smut #huddy x reader #huddy fanfic #chase hudson #chase Hudson smut #chase Hudson x reader #chase Hudson fanfic

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saksukei · 1 year

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suguru achilles au

masterlist | tw. blood, gore, death, depression. I think I might need therapy?

Insanity was mythical concept, alluring in fact. Suguru had forgotten how many bodies he had decapitated, how many times his sword cut through skin and bone until he found the one that had taken his beloved away from him. And suguru had come to a stark realization, he had not planned to live after you had gone.

Suguru was ready to sacrifice anything be it his title, his money, his sword but not you. never you. they could have taken the world away from him and they did. when he clutched your lifeless body, kissing it, in hopes of a kiss back, edging into delirium. he cried out, begging to whatever god there was in hopes of mercy. but there is no mercy. There are no gods on the battlefield but men. men with carnal instincts, with nothing but the taste of death on their tongues. And if death is what they wanted, suguru would grant it. over and over again.

for the first time in years, the sun had not risen, there was only darkness.

he ran around the battlefield screaming your name, until his mouth was raw. Murdering every man in your memory, as blood coated his once Greek god like features. his eyes had no remorse, not for a moment. they took his half, his soul, the only person he ever dreamt of calling his.

when he found the man that had taken you away from him, a rare grin found its way to his face. revenge? no. whatever he felt was far more sinister. a shinigami was possessing his bones, vengeance crawling out of his ribcage, as the dark wings of death clawed through his dorsal bone, irony sitting on edge of his spine.

and he might be known a hero when history will carve his name into time but the gods know him better as the one who's rage made them fear for their life. they scrambled to put an end to it. Suguru knew it would be coming soon enough. He was written to be doomed, to be off his rocker, but it is only when you feel the visceral ache of losing a lover that insanity seems so natural after all.

#geto suguru fluff #getou suguru fluff #getou suguru x you #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru #getou x reader #jjk geto #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen x reader #getou angst #jjk angst

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hi, agender non-binary person here interested in gender critical feminism! i was wondering what your take was on people being uncomfortable with certain pronouns (he/him, she/her).

how do you feel about they/them pronouns, or neopronouns?

Hello there! I apologize so much for not answering your ask in a timely manner!! Responding to people on social media still makes me a bit anxious and stressed so I usually ignore my notifs even though I really shouldn't haha

Thank you for your question, and for being open to listening to gender critical people!!! It's an important and admirable quality to have, and especially worth praising when you and others have outright been told to not interact with gc people/radfems at any cost! So yes, thank you for that! :)

As for your question (which is a good one!) I originally wrote this very long rambly reply and saved it to my drafts hoping to make it coherent one day. But then recently something happened that made me realize something about human nature in general that directly ties into how gender identities and discomfort/enjoyment of certain pronouns came about:

My brother has always loved nature, especially animals. The reason his favorite color is green is because it's the color of plants: trees, jungles, the places animals live and eat and get to be free in. He's so obsessed with green that seeing something green, anything green, compels him to go " :O !!!! Green!!!"

Because he loves nature and animals so much, he's also a vegetarian. And not just in a "eating animals is bad for the environment" way, but a "it disturbs me on a visceral level to see, smell, or be near meat" way. I have to clean up my bowls and plates that I eat meals that have meat on (I mean, I'd do it anyway because you should pick up after yourself but you get what I mean) because the thought of touching a utensil that once came into contact with meat, even if I ate that meat and it's gone now, carnally disgusts him.

He loves animals, and he wants pets. He'd never ever malnourish a pet just because he has a problem with meat, but it'd be a real emotional challenge for him to feed a carnivore wet meaty food and/or live prey every day. (The token family dog was always fed by our parents or me; he'd be okay if our dog liked dry food but he doesn't lol.)

So I researched the options out there for herbivorous pets, and I found a couple species of lizards (he loves lizards in particular, partially because they're often... green) that eat an exclusively plant-based diet! I showed them to him and he was definitely on board... but alongside the herbivores we found a species of lizard that's a bright, vibrant green and makes a great pet, but they need to eat (preferably live) insects.

He's over the moon about the green insectivore lizards. Once he learned they existed it was over for him. They're all he wants, he's 100% sure. And it's for a lot of other reasons besides the fact that they're green, but... they're green. There are no herbivorous green lizards that make good/easy-to-care-for pets. On some level, he cares more about the green-ness than the vegetarianism.

Why is that?

It's because humans are obsessed with creating symbols to represent ideas. So much so that they often get more attached to the symbol itself than the thing it's supposed to be a reminder of. It's like a self-made Cloth Mother that's built to look like the Wire Mother, but comes with none of the substance or nourishment.

Green represents nature and animals coexisting peacefully to my brother. The emotion the color green instills in him as it reminds him of the things he loves is so powerful it surpasses his enjoyment of the literal thing that the color represents to him.

I'm just using him as an example, but everyone does this. Your favorite childhood shows make you happy because they're nostalgic and reminds you of being a kid first and foremost. They can be well-written and artistic and enjoyable underneath that feeling, but the simpler time they mentally take you back to is what you love about them. Your favorite characters, the "he's just like me fr" ones you read fanfic of, are ones that remind you of yourself and/or ones that you're attracted to. They can also be fun to analyze and have interesting personalities and be great meme fodder, but at the end of the day they represent something to you beyond their objective qualities.

So. If we live in a world where women are treated as lesser to men, not fully human, accessories to the actual thinkers, and we use "she/her" to refer to women, is it possible your hatred of hearing those pronouns is because they represent the idea that the person saying them to you sees you as inferior, vapid, incomplex?

If you're in a community where being a female who goes by "they/them" or "it/its" or "he/they" means you get to be who you want to be, who you truly are, enjoying everything life has to offer instead of being restricted to a role someone else made up for you, why wouldn't you like to be called something other than "she"?

When the majority of people who go by "she/her" in your spaces are amab people who constantly, vocally fetishize and dehumanize people with your biological body type (with a few afab people who don't seem to act like you or share your interests sprinkled in) why would anyone as smart and complex and kind to yourself as you ever like being called "she"?

Do you have an innate discomfort with certain pronouns because of dysphoria, or do you hate what the sound of them represents, reminds you of, that they're telling you what other people think of you? Do you enjoy being called certain pronouns because of euphoria, or do you like what the sound of them represents, reminds you of, that they're telling you the people who use them must listen to you and care what you think and support you being who you are?

What's my take on pronouns? They're symbols that represent the type of person you are and want to be. They mean something important. They tell a lot about a person. They're not something to play around with and try out for fun like they're clothes. They're not something you can make up out of thin air and pretend they have no connotations attached to them other than an Aesthetic TM you like.

Nor are they an escape from the problems of the world: the baggage comes with them, I'm afraid. It's a lot easier to change your bio and Discord server role than to change people's minds, especially ones belonging to those who hate you. That doesn't mean it's better or it works, just because it's feasible for you to do.

Whenever you feel a certain way about hearing "she," know that countless other women feel the same way as you. And know that leaving "she/her" behind doesn't mean you've found a cheat code out of being victimized and belittled, you've only left women like you behind instead.

#ask #misogyny #gender critical #radfems please interact #radfems please touch #lgbt #lgbtq community #lgbtq #gender #gender identity #trans #non binary #queer #transgender #agender #i said my old draft was too long and yet i go and write this instead lmao #and this ask was from so long ago i don't even know #i'm sorry anon. i hope you never stopped being curious and asking questions.

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