#CW: feminization

[therealmilfdennys]

Hey hey hey!! i saw that billy with makeup hc and im BEGGING you to write a domtop!male reader x subbtm!billy fic 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Smt like billy surprising the reader when they get home and reader fucks him so good thebmakeup is totally ruined YES YES YES

Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

HI, I"M NOT DEAD SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LOL. I took some creative liberty so. This is just barely proofread so I am Sorry. CW: Feminization(like a lot I'm so sorry), a little hurt/comfort, insinuated internalized homophobia, dacryphilia, boys in panties yall, smut obvi. MDNI i do Not want to be sued.

It starts off small, and slow. BIlly knows he’s handsome, takes very good care of himself to look that way. HIs hair and skin and pretty red lips, how good he smells. It’s all out of a need to look hot constantly. It starts to pick up when he moves out and in with you. He finds out about skincare, becomes obsessed. Reads every catalog he can get his hands on, 10 Tips and Tricks on Clear Skin and Mary Kay. 

It hits him just how attracted he is to the feminine side of hygiene one night when Max and El are staying over. A year and a half after the Mindflayer, eight months after Vecna. The girls are watching Pretty in Pink and painting their nails. Billy sits with them, biding his time till you come home from work, reading Little Women for the fourth time. The girls chatter over colors, Eleven has already picked a bright cherry red, claiming it matches Max’s hair. Max is considering a nice, deep and sparkly blue color or black and Billy pipes up without thinking. “Blue will match your eyes, shitbird.” Flushes a pretty pink, and ducks his head back down to faux read. 

Eleven pipes up then, innocent and gentle in her sweet little way. “You should do Billy’s too, Max. He would look nice.” 

And so when you arrive home, beat from your shift at the Krogers outside of town to find Billy watching Real Genius with the girls, his nails clean and painted a pretty sparkly pink. You’re pleasantly surprised. The blonde goes a nice red color when you take his hand, inspect his nails without judgment. “Very pretty baby, s’a good color on you.” Is your response, and you can see the tension seep from his shoulders, his nervous grin go lazy and smug. “Yeah yeah, keep it in your pants.” 

A month later is when the make up starts making an appearance. Small add-ins here and there. A nice pink lipgloss, a little mascara, some gold powder on his eyelids to go out to dinner. He’s drawn to things his mother used to wear, nothing heavy or cakey. Nice and delicate, like how he wishes he was. 

His appearance is met with the same response from you everytime. “Gorgeous, baby.” or “So pretty Bills.” It makes him turn a pretty pink everytime, look down a little bashful before he shakes into his normal Billy Hargrove persona. 

The curiosity crescendos about two months after that. You’ve been swamped with work, as has Billy who got a small job at Melvalds with Joyce. You’re just walking through the door, but you could hear the music from outside. Billy’s favorite Zeppelin tape, spitting out Dazed and Confused from the shitty little record player you’d gotten him for his birthday. 

You walk in, shut the door gently, not wanting to possibly disturb him. Your shoes and coat placed by the door. “Bills?” You call, walking down the hall to your shared room. 

A clatter then, something falling over and hitting the floor with a thunk. Your heart seizes for a moment, rushing through the door before you can think. “Billy are you- o…kay?” You ask, dazed and suddenly hot all over. 

There is Billy Hargrove, hair done up all pretty, a dark smokey eye smeared over his lids nicely, sparkly gloss on his lips. The kicker though, is the lace bulging with the print of his cock, peaking from underneath his muscle tee. You stare, bewildered and more than turned on, straining in your jeans uncomfortably. “Hey baby.” You greet, wide eyed and lips parted. 

Billy stands stock still, you can see his lip tremble from where you stand in the door way. His eyes are getting watery and his voice trembles when he speaks. “You’re home early.”

It makes you bark a laugh, walk over to the record player and turn the music down. “Uh..Uh yeah, somebody picked up the night shift so I didn’t have to..stay/” You breathe, turn to take him in again, biting your lip. “You look nice, baby, s’this all for?” You ask, and he releases a trembley breath, a wet laugh that doesnt sound genuine. You walk over to him, cup his cheeks gently. 

“Was gonna…wash it off. Before you got home.” He chokes out, voice thick with emotion, the lump in his throat growing. The admittance makes you frown. “Why would you do that, sweet thing? Hate me that much?” You pout, stroke your thumb under his eye to swipe away a fallen eyelash. He leans into your hand, sighs. “Uh uh..Didn’t uh. Didn’t think you’d like it..s’all.” 

You’ve never seen him so nervous, not even when he first got back from the Upside Down. Not when you asked him out. He’s looking up at you with those pretty blue eyes, wet and so blue compared to the dark coal around them. 

“Where you gonna keep…these?” Your hand slides up under his shirt, settles on his hip to thumb over the fabric of his panties. God, he goes cherry at that, opens his mouth once, twice, settles for a shake of his head. That makes you tut gently, click your tongue disappointed. “My sweet boy, can’t believe you’d hide this from me.” You tease, make him whine. He’s pressed right up against you, hums and bites his lip when he feels your hardness pressed into his hip. “Gonna have to make up for that, hm? Think that’s fair?” 

He let out a breathless “Yes.” and all bets are off. 

These stupid satin sheets you’d splurged on are godsend against BIlly’s skin, his thighs and tummy freshly shaved. He’s spread out on his back, shirt gone and fully exposed, save his pretty black lace panties that do nothing to hide his cock. His lip gloss is a bit smeared, a byproduct of you kissing him silly a few moments ago. 

You’re between his legs, in only your boxers, nosing and kissing at his inner thighs, marveling at how soft and supple the skin is. “My pretty baby,” You start, running your nose along the length of him through the soaked material. “You’re so hard, B. Ruining those pretty panties.” You tease, a light scolding tone that makes him keen. His hands are gripping the sheets, and he’s staring down at you reverent and a little nervous as to what’s next. 

“Should eat you out, get you off with my tongue and fingers like you’re my girl.” Billy groans loud, tosses his head back and slings an arm over his face for good measure. You grin and chuckle. Spread him open just a bit more. “Oh you like that, huh baby?” And hes nodding so furiously you’re scared he’s rubbing the make up off for a split second. Ruining it before you can do it yourself. 

He opens up so sweetly, whimpering and whining and moaning like a slut when your fingers work him open. Those little panties pulled justt enough to the side.  There’s little tears in his lash line, making them clump up so prettily. His cock is drooling through the lace by the time your cock is pressed up against his pretty little hole. 

“Mm, want me to fuck you, sweet thing? Need it?” You hum, gentle and warm and Billy sobs. “Yes, yes please baby please. In me please.” 

Who are you to deny him, truly? 

He cums so quickly like this, worked up from the emotional turmoil and gentle, deep fucking you give him. Damn near feels you in his throat, pressed so close together, legs pushed up as far as they’ll go. “Uh uh uh, please. Please cum..want it..want it in me please please please.” And fuck does he beg pretty, you can’t help but cum deep in him when he begs so sweetly. Looking up at you, make up ruined, mascara running. Looking debauched. 

Its after the clean up and come down, after the soft, gentle kisses you leave on his cheek and shoulder, over hickies and finger print shaped bruises that he speaks up. “I uh, I take it the make up was appreciated?” He croaks out, throat sore from crying and whining all night. 

You laugh out loud, shoulders shaking and mouth pressed into his pec. “Yes, yes very much so.” 

It’s safe to say the lingerie and mascara don’t leave the bedroom scene anytime soon.

#billy hargove #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x male!reader #i couldve mothered him :( #billy hargrove fluff #CW: feminization #CW: dacryphilia #i'm depraved please forgive me he's all i think about

[cutelittledoe]

I was recently thinking about feminization and I think the reason it's such a kink of mine is because I'm multigender amab, and I'm really often unsure about expressing myself as female because I only kind of am and I'm not sure if I qualify and etc. And the idea of someone just looking at me and deciding I'm a girl despite physical evidence is just so appealing. Plus the idea of someone else taking control of your gender like that is just the right overlap of my genderfuckery and cnc kinks. In conclusion: fuck me and stroke my girlcock while I wear a skirt and tell me that I'm such a pretty girl when I whimper.

#nsft #cw: feminization #thoughts #multigender #k!nk #I'm not talking about detrans or misgendering here

[pudgecuddles]

A Series of YMMV Kink Prompts:

Quick warning, these prompts are all really weird and you may not like them. But I was hronky one day and wanted to challenge myself to write things that I don't normally write, or aren't into at all. Lemme know if there's one of these that you'd like me to actually write something for in the future. :)

WG/Anal Vore:

Chubby Jimin anal vore where Jungkook is eaten by his hungry ass which grows after digesting. Jimin is a priest for the god of hedonism who requires obscene sacrifices. If the performance is satisfactory, the sacrifice is revived. Jungkook is the newest sacrifice and is excited. All of the past sacrifices have come back safe and sound, gushing about how sexy the priest is and how pleasurable the experience was. Jungkook starts out by eating Jimin out, loving the taste already. Jimin’s large ass starts to open and want to suck something in. Soon it’s nothing but a gaping hole. He tells Jungkook to push deeper until his face is swallowed. Jungkook does so, hard and horny. He is half slurped, half shoved into Jimin’s gluttonous bowels.

WG/Bimbo TF:

Bookworm Namjoon turning into a fat bimbo after reading a strange book. His roots turn blond, his nipple double in size and sensitivity, his hips seem bigger and start to sway which turns into an exaggerated waddle when he can’t stop eating. He grows progressively dumber and dumber with every bite he eats.

WG/Scat:

Porn star Tae who started working in the BHM porn field finds himself unable to hold in his shit from being assfucked so hard. He eventually has to start wearing adult diapers in between shoots which his costar finds even more attractive.

WG/Bear:

Shy young man Jungkook decides to start growing body hair and gaining weight in order to gain confidence. He takes a pill that helps him do so. He gets taller, hairier and fatter. Cock and balls grow bigger too. Slowly his personality changes to become more dominant as well. His boyfriend's Jimin and Taehyung love it and can't get enough of their new obese bear of a boyfriend.

WG/Feet:

Yoongi is very fat, but has gained almost exclusively on his lower half. He complained to Hoseok that he has to buy new shoes again because his feet won’t stop growing. Hoseok likes feet. But only fat feet. So he fattens up an already bottom heavy Yoongi to make his feet fatter. Fucks his ankle rolls. (Eventually Yoongi’s ass and legs immobilize him while his ankle fat swallows his entire feet. Hoseok fucks his leg holes.)

Inflation/Piss:

Hoseok likes to pump air into his bowels and inflate his belly with water in order to feel full, fat and sloshy. He likes to let the air infuse the scent of his shit so that when he lets it out in public it’s like he’s farting. After the water bloat has digested, it fills his bladder until he can’t help but piss himself. It’s embarrassing and he loves it. He’s never done it at the same time until now…

Lactation/Furry:

Jin is a full on cow furry (snout and everything) who’s gone so long without being milked, he’s become immobilized by his udder. After going days without his nipples even being touched by his owner, eventually his udder starts lifting his lower half off of the ground.

#what do i even tag this as #dear lord #okay #uhm #cw: vore #cw: scat #cw: feminization #omorashi #eproctophilia

[sexy-strings-of-fate]

@faithkechi asked// Goro is going to just sit in Ren’s lap, the two open mouth kissing with their bare large chests against one another, errect nipples kissing as he needily grinds his pussy against Ren’s

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Ren moaned into the other's mouth, pressing their tits together harder. Briefly, his eyes flicked to the camera sitting in the corner of the room. Of course, Shido-sama needed to watch them. The thought only got Ren more excited. He needed to do a good job for his master.

His hand moved down, slipping in between their pussies so he could rub at both of them.

#Inverted Justice!Ren #faithkechi #cw: feminization #cw: brainwashing #nsft

[peoplegettingreallymadatghosts]

#4chan #paranormal #bridget #guilty gear #trans #cw chasing #cw sex #tulpa #cw r slur #non serious content #I hope #forced feminized #forcefem

[kitoshii]

Omg i just love your first fan fic definitely needs a part 2 maybe where bunny reader finds out that they actually got pregnant with mr.wolf and reader is just so confused but he decides to tell mr.wolf the news and mr.wolf is just watching t.v when bunny reader comes in and wolf is just so horny that he drags bunny reader to their room and do the cha-cha but this is just an idea write you're fan fiction how you want to write it

hellooo nonnie ! so your request did help me decide on a part two, but i changed some things ‘nd cut the pregnancy part, i really hope you don’ mind ! | pt 1 here

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male ! character

lovin ? heavy orgasm denial , predator / prey themes , hair pulling , breeding , size kink , marking , overstim , full nelson , feminization , readers dick referred to as a clit

stretching your arms over your head as you lean back in your plush gaming chair, a soft pop echoes from your wrist. the sound makes you shake your ears, before standing up and closing your laptop carefully.

tugging your shorts down your legs, the soft click and thump of the front door had your ears twitching in attention, a little smile gracing your face as you assumed it was your mother coming home.

you opened your door, quickly flitting down the stairs with your moms name at the top of your tongue, before skidding to a stop, your socks slipping on the slick wooden floor, falling on your butt at the last stair. a loud squeak escaped your mouth, and your hands flung out, attempting to grasp onto the tight shirt of the tall wolf in front of you.

your hands retracted as quick as they had come, delicate fingers clasped against your chest. there was a moment of silence before your wide eyes nervously looked up, only to find him already staring down his nose at you with narrowed eyes. to your fear ridden mind, it seemed like they were glowing with a predatory urge and your breath hitched, suddenly reminded that you were in fact a prey animal.

a smirk spread across his lips, his eyes narrowing further for just a second before turning to his father, who peered around him curiously.

“he slipped.” he muttered, watching as the older wolf nodded, a concerned look on his face before walking to join your mother in the kitchen.

your eyes were still locked onto his frame, and when his met yours again you flinched, realizing you were still on the ground. shaky legs planted themselves on the ground, your arms attempting to push yourself up before a large hand was tucked under your arm, pulling you to your feet. you stumbled forward into his chest, face planted there until his other hand carded through your hair, tugging your head back to look up at him.

“you’re clumsy, cottontail.”

you almost whimpered at his actions, closing your thighs together without thinking, trembling hands coming up and grabbing onto his shirt. your eye contact only faltered for just a second when he glanced down, a cocky - and slightly predatory - smirk one again gracing his face. he tugged on your hair harder, leaning down so his lips were next to your ear.

“run, little bunny.” he whispered, his words accentuated by a deep, quiet growling that seemed to come from the back of his throat. his grip on you faltered and you were still for a moment, before you stepped back, foot slipping on the steps, and suddenly you were scrambling up the stairs, reaching your room ‘nd slamming the door behind you.

“what was that?” your mother called, peeking out from behind the wall to the kitchen, making eye contact with the younger wolf.

“it’s nothing.” he smiled, waving his hand ‘nd walking to the living room to sit on the couch, leaning back ‘nd manspreading his legs with the remote to the t.v in hand as if nothing had happened.

his father and your mother passed by the couch, his hair being ruffled by the small woman. “your dad and i want to go out for a bit, is that alright with you ?” she asked sweetly, leaning over the armrest of the couch, his father playing with her bent ears idly.

“thats fine,” he grunted, sitting up from his slouched position. “how long will y’ be gone?”

“don’t know yet. we’ll text Y/N when we’re on the way home, kay?” the youngest nodded in acknowledgment, and his father patted his head before they were on their way, the front door shutting behind them with a soft click.

you came walking down the stairs not long after, your steps slow and tentative. you noted the lack of shoes by the front door, coming to the quick conclusion that the adults had left - and you had half a mind to go back up to your room and not come out, but you had caught his eyes quickly and now his attention was on you.

offering him a nervous smile, you kept your head down and walked quickly to the far side of the couch, sitting down and focusing on the television. a short chuckle left his mouth as he took quick notice of something.

“what happened to the pretty pink shorts you were wearing earlier?” he asks, his eyes still trained on the tv in front of him, and you could only look down, embarrassed, because you had in fact changed your shorts to some plain black ones after soiling the others - but theres no way you could tell him that.

“.. they were too small for me.” you mumbled after a few moments, and he looked over to you, his eyes trailing down to your thighs and back to your face with an eyebrow raise and you realize how stupid that excuse was because these shorts are also tight - hugging your dick and squeezing your thighs.

your face flared in red, crossing your legs and tugging your sweater down.

“let me ask you again, doll,” he started, reaching out and tugging you towards him by your waist, his body moving so he was facing you, one knee resting on the couch. “why’d you change your shorts?”

you stared at your hands that were on your lap, holding your sweater down over half of your thighs.

“i… i told you..” you stumbled over your words, breath hitching when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. you only heard him grunt before you were stumbling on your feet, a harsh grip around your wrist.

your back hit the mattress, his large hands pulling you towards him roughly, plush thighs resting over his muscular ones. a whimper from you made his fluffy ears twitch, sharp eyes narrowing as he ran his big hands over your thighs, reveling in the way your body jerked.

your soft ears perked up as he began to talk, his deep ‘nd demanding voice sounding ominous to your muddled mind.

“now, i can either….” he started, big hands running under your sweater ‘nd across your stomach, “abuse your poor little clit,” he continued with a chuckle, squeezing your small cock to accentuate his words, making your back arch, “nd use you for my own pleasure without lettin’ you cum once,” he pushed up your sweater, flicking your nipple harshly, “or you can tell me the real answer, ‘nd i’ll fuck you like a good boy deserves to be fucked.”

you panted harshly, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth, your knuckles turning white as your small hands fisted the sheets under you.

“i- i… i fuckin- told you!” you gasped out, shaking your head as he flicked your dick with a sigh.

“well, i did warn you.”

“h-hnghh !” you squealed, voice muffled as your head was pressed into the mattress by his strong hands, struggling to breathe between your heavy breaths and lack of space.

he’d been fucking you for a while now, harsh teeth marks clear around your nipples, on your neck, and even your arms. you felt completely ruined, your hard, leaky, and red cock bouncing underneath you with every thrust, the hairtie around the base of it stopping you from cumming throughout this whole session, although you’re sure you’re multiple dry orgasms in.

his big cock presses against your prostate unrelentingly, strong arms pressing into you at different areas as he holds his weight against you, his thrusts so harsh ‘nd so fast you can barely tell apart his thrusts in and slides out of your poor, ruined hole.

a loud sob is ripped from you when his hand that was holding your head down is suddenly wrapped around your cock, his finger teasing the tip.

“you wanna cum, bunny?” he asks with faux sympathy, teasing the area around the hairtie, his cock still fucking into you with no mercy.

“y-yes! g-gna cum ! cum - please!” you squeak, your legs kicking up from the bed, feeling your gut twist once again with the painful need to release, your body convulsing under his as he only grins with pride.

“that’s too bad, isn’t it?” he practically coos in your ear, his voice lust filled, condescending, and predatory. theres a grunt from behind you and suddenly you’re being lifted, your chest to his back, legs slipped from under you, his muscular arms holding them in the crook of his elbows, and he wastes no time in pummeling back into your ruined hole in that position, cock kissing places you didn’t even think existed inside of you.

you feel like the breath is knocked from your lungs and you attempt to scratch at his arms because your small cock is so fucking ruined, ‘s pathetically leaking precum like a faucet, bouncing against your stomach as it loses some of it’s hardness - simply because the dry orgasms have taken so much out of you.

“look at that.. little clit’s showin’ me just how useless it really is.” he growls, biting deep into the marked skin of your neck afterwards, his swollen knot pressing against your puffy hole as his dick twitches inside of you, his head spinning and overwhelmed with the need to bulge your belly with his puppies.

“shit, bunny.. got me cummin’ so soon.” he huffs, a sloppy grin on his face as his hips never falter , even with how daringly close he is to teetering over the edge ‘nd filling your hole up.

his head shakes, ears twitching as his breathing picks up heavily, trying to center his mind, as it runs to fucking you until you pass out, using your pretty holes till youre filled with his cum and covered in his scent - his strong arms and hands increasing the grip he had on your legs.

he adjusts his arms so your legs are practically touching your ears, his hand coming up to shove large fingers in your mouth, his own baring his fangs into your shoulder - thrusting deep ‘nd hard into your little cunt, filling your stomach with his cum.

a loud wail is muffled against his digits, sobs wracking your chest as you convulse so harshly you’re practically pushed out of his arms, your head shaking back and forth.

“shit..” he mumbles, barking out a laugh. “forgot you had that on.” theres a large grin on his face as he sets your legs down, turning you onto your back. his hands work at untying the hairtie from your dick - rutting back into your hole with a few deep, rough thrusts once it’s off, bathing in the scream you release.

“y’said you wanted to cum, yeah?”

ahhh, i did it ! y’guys proud of me? ૮꒰ˊᗜˋ ꒱ა

#xo . kitoshii #sub male reader #bottom male reader #bottom gn reader #bottom reader #bunny hybrid #dom male character #dom top character #sub gn reader #mlm nsft #knotting cw #feminization cw #breeding cw #wolf hybrid #sub nsft #top jjk #top cod #top gojo

[theangryman]

One person was banned almost immediately.

The other person was not banned until they made another post revealing that they were posting videos of their partner.

One person was harassed and bullied and told that they were lying.

One person was given advice, told about how they could improve their situation.

This is why kink is not safe. There is more compassion and kindness for someone who admits to wanting to kick their partner in the face than there is for someone who has received that treatment.

#reddit #antikink #kink critical #kink shaming #cw assault #kink discourse #kink discussion #cw vent #male violence #feminism #sex based oppression #sexism

[menlove]

another thing i've Witnessed in all spheres of modern feminism is who gets afforded the grace of "internalized misogyny" vs who just gets called a "misogynist"

like if you are a feminine cis girl (& usually white too) all your sexist bullshit is excused as internalized misogyny that was pushed on them by a sexist society that they have to unlearn but in the meantime we cannot hold them accountable or be too mean to them bc they're traumatized and trying :((((( so if you call out their sexism, YOU are in fact being a woman-hating bitch/dyke/etc who hates girls and girlhood

but...... if you are a trans woman or you're butch or a stud or a woman of color and you say anything even perceived as sexist, oh no no you do NOT get the grace of "internalized misogyny". you don't get time to learn or grow. you are a sexist and you should be shot and you might as well be a man.

and usually the latter group's "misogyny" is just pointing out the other group's double standards and sexism which gets us called not girls girls and "pick-mes" (used wrong) and sexist etc. like sometimes obviously we ARE misogynistic, everyone is, but usually it's over the dumbest shit and even in the cases where someone in the latter group is being genuinely sexist, they are NOT given the same grace as the former group

#sorry ive been on a feminism kick lately it's an autism mode rn but like. i have so many thoughts constantly just rattling around in there #discourse cw #but i REALLY noticed this one w my infamous post abt girl dinner lmfaooooo #the amount of ppl in those notes being like how dare you theyre traumatized by girlhood you fucking misogynist #like. do you not see the double standard there or.... no? okay

[underestimated-heroine]

The fact that radfems spread this post around is actually really interesting--infuriating, but interesting. Because what they've really done here is tell on themselves.

This is the shrimp guy story:

From an anonymous green text called "shrimp saved my life" [emphasis mine]:

>be depressed, suicidal xanax- addicted incel >one day I go to my /aq/fag uncle's house for some shit >he has pet shrimp, never seen anything like it before >he offers to get me some 53 KB JPG >throw them in a barely cycled tank with some shitty rock >several shrimp die >realize that I killed them with my apathy >realize I need to take responsibility for once in my life >do research, learn about water parameters and so on >eventually I have a beautiful planted tank with no more deaths >notice a female shrimp carrying eggs >haven't felt this excited about anything in almost a decade >the eggs disappear and I once again think I fucked up >a few days later I see a tiny transparent baby shrimp >l suddenly know how the shepherds felt as they gazed upon the newborn Christ >by this point I live and breathe shrimp >all my spare time is spent on shrimp research and watching shrimp videos >l spend most of the money I had saved from my last job on shrimp products >quit the Xanax to support shrimp spending >start putting effort into college in hope of getting a good job for my shrimp >grades improve, no longer facing the prospect of dropping out >relationship with parents improves since I am finally passionate about something and applying myself >l see genuine happiness in their eyes when I talk excitedly about my shrimp >for my birthday my mom makes me a shrimp cake >it even has fondant legs and little chocolate eggs >cry like a little bitch when I see it >mom hugs me and tells me she's always been proud of me >college dorm neighbours demand to see my shrimp >shit they're gonna think I'm autistic >they actually think my shrimp are really cool >they start inviting me to their social events >start interacting with girls, get told by girls for the first time in my life that I'm fun and smart >l think my shrimp would be proud of me if they knew >We're gonna make it bros. Even if you can't do it for yourself, do it for the animals that depend on you.

He did address his relationship with women. By finding a hobby and passion and working on himself--"touching grass"--he stepped away from the echo chamber that filled him with all this rage and convinced him women were to blame for all of his problems. As someone once wisely observed, "the cure is going offline and realizing it's just. really not that big a deal."

And that is what radfems have not done, so of course they didn't spot the quiet flashpoint of shrimp guy's personal development within his story.

Edit: it's been brought to my attention that the version of the greentext post I lifted the text from was censored by someone else. My bad for not realizing that, tbh it was done so well I thought shrimp guy had done it himself, but that's an important part of the post. I've gone back through and un-censored it. The reply which was spread around with the original post addressed the words themselves well, I think; however distasteful and fucked up the incel rabbit hole is, it doesn't diminish his growth.

#posts i actually wrote #cw radical feminism #cw transphobia #incels

[krsc2]

cocky gym rat cirrus i am obsessed with you

#i need her in a way that is concerning to feminism and all that #i shall not say any more for fear of damaging my reputation #image description in alt text #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #ghost bc #fanart #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #cirrus ghoulette #cw suggestive

[womenaremypriority]

What the actual hell

This is their “brilliant” explanation of why older gays are so transphobic.

#Cw aids #cw homophobia #homophobia #gender critical #radical feminism #Lgb #lgb alliance #tehm #tehm safe #radblr #radical feminists do interact #My post #My bangers

[troythecatfish]

Source: Mattxiv on instagram

#jk rowling #harry potter #current events #social justice #human rights #important #anti jkr #fuck jkr #screw jkr #tw jkr mention #cw jkr #jkr is trash #i do not support jkr #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia+ #lgbtqiia+ #lgbtqplus #trans community #feminism #Feminist #trans inclusive feminism #trans inclusive radical feminism

[sexy-strings-of-fate]

Those loving, phantom sensations return, in front of you, this time. The ambiguously gendered being places opened-mouthed kisses on your chest, hands exploring every inch, fingertips ghosting over the surgical scars on your flat chest ẅ̶̧̰̝̩͈̖̟͚͚͎͈̰͕̘͕́̿͑̐͝͝h̸͇̄̅̀̈́́͑̚͝a̸̛͍͇̯͉̭̹͌̈́̒͘̚t̵̰̤͕̖̙̱̗̹͓͈͓͑̈͒͆͋͌̂̒̎̈́̕ ̴̯̣͎̝͙̄̎̓̕n̴̳͈̪̰͕̯̥̹͎̬̟͍̙̆̊͛̓̚͝͠ờ̷̡͍́͗̂͘͝,̶̮͍̞̰̳́̅̆̈́̿̾͗͂̓͌̊̚͠ ̵̧̙͇̼͙̜̜̠̮͇͕͈̤̗͆̎̄̏̇̌̐̕͜͝t̴̖͚̦̃͒́̏̽̐̚͝h̵̡̢̨̺̜̘̗͇̜̘̤͙͆͐̓́͒͋̒̀̓̎̔͜ă̴̧̧̛͓͎͈̮͙̻͙͙̩̟̒̋̀͆͆͆̂̇̋͂͊̚͠ẗ̷̩́͆̆̓'̴̜͔̰̼͉̮̫̻̦̊̿̾̆́̉̔̓̕͘͠͠͝s̴̛͇͙̱̻͇̜̲̝̤͔̬͉͚̟͂̿́ ̶̭͚̯̗͚͚̬̬̃ͅn̶̨̨̛̹̻̗̺͕̒͑̒͗̐õ̴̪̯̤̼̘͚̞̾̓̓͋̽̀̏͂t̸̨̛̪͈̤̩̹̜̩̙͎̖͂̎̂̉̈͒̃̐̂͝ ̴͈̼̪̖̲̝̩́͆ͅr̸̡͉̣̠͍͕̠̳̩̲͚̜̈́̋̋̆̅i̷̥̼̲̰̟̞̩̘̳̖̋͌g̷̥̙̜̍h̵̢̢̞̭̥̣͈͙͉̳̭̥͔̠͆͛͆͛̐͆͑̿ț̷̛̛̟͊̉̔̈́͋̿̄̽-̸̢̧̫̙̟̣̮̣̙͚̅̔-̴̢̦͙͍̙̩͕̝̥̭̝̒̎̅͒́̅͠

Ren jumped awake again, the touch of his dream lover lingering on his chest. His chest... Wait, why did it feel so heavy? His hands flew up to cup his breasts. Breasts?! Panic filled his head. This is wrong! Wrong! Wrong!

But then the fog rolled back in, snuffing out the moment of clarity. No, his chest was meant to be whatever Shido-sama wanted it to be. And wasn't it so nice of him to give Ren such big tits? He giggled absentmindedly as he played with his breasts, imagining it was his master touching him. Everything was perfect.

#Inverted Justice!Ren #nsft #cw: feminization #cw: brainwashing

[sandwichsugarbong]

Radical feminists are against rape until it happens to trans people

#transgender #Tw rape #Cw rape #anti radical feminism #trans rights #radblr #terfism #trans #lgbtq #lgbt #rapeculture #elliot page #transblr #Rape tw #Rape cw

[bunnyreaper]

welcome to the 141

kinktober 3 - bukkake, hate sex

price + ghost x reader

(18+/mdni, noncon, misogyny, no but seriously... misogyny, degradation)

Real men belong in the 141, real women belong on their knees.

That's what your arsehole friend had joked when you told him about your intention to transfer, but you were determined to prove him and everyone else wrong. You'd gotten this far, and you could make it just that little bit further. 

You sit in the gym, anxiously waiting for Captain Price and Lieutenant Riley to arrive and begin a physical assessment with you—their reputations precede them, and you want nothing more than to impress them, so they have no choice but to accept you into the task force. 

The squeak of the door pulls you out of your thoughts, redirecting your attention to the two behemoth men who have just walked through the door—all bulging muscles barely contained in tight-fitting compression shirts. The way you rise to your feet is sheer instinct, as you rush into a greeting that is swiftly cut off. 

Captain Price walks with a swagger, and stops at the side of the mat in the middle—he beckons you forward wordlessly, as Ghost steps forward to meet you in the middle of the mat. 

"So you're the girl that wants to try out for the 141?" The captain asks, and you internally bristle at his use of such a diminutive word, but you decide to push down your protests as you decide to ignore it.

You nod eagerly. "That's me, captain." 

He smirks, his face twisting with sick amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest and his eyes crawl over your body. "It's not going to be easy, last chance to back out."

The taunt only makes you more determined. "Thanks, but no thanks." 

He and the Lieutenant share a look, one you can't really perceive the meaning of, but you know whatever comes next is going to be the biggest challenge of your career. 

"We'll start with a sparring session, you can show the Lieutenant what you're made of." 

You nod obediently, turning to Ghost as the two of you start to square up and prepare to spar. He doesn't say a word, and neither do you, as you quietly appraise him and figure out how to use his massive stature against him. 

The tension is thick, each second crawling by as you breathe in and hyperfocus before making your first move. 

You barely get a grip on him before he's slamming you into the mat, limbs pinning you down with ease as you fight to suck down your breaths. "Fuck."

"Impressive." He mutters, tone completely dry. 

The whole situation makes your temper flare, as you can feel them already underestimating you, can practically taste their misogynistic attitudes in the air. You struggle against Ghost's hold, still unable to grapple free. "Let me go again, I wasn't ready." You rush out an excuse, yet you're determined to not let him get the better of you a second time. 

The Captain's voice cuts in, heavy with judgement and condescension. "You think out in the field they'll be waiting for you to be ready, soldier?" He scoffs and shakes his head. "Dumber than I thought, clearly." 

Each word stokes the fire inside you, makes you more and more desperate to prove yourself. Your chest heaves as your anger and determination escalate. "Just let me try again, please." 

Ghost looks to his Captain, who nods in approval before Ghost moves away and allows you to climb to your feet once more. 

Again, you both prepare, staring each other down. This time, you know a little of his tactics, of his plan to rush you and overwhelm you with his bulk, and your mind switches to executing more evasive maneuvers. 

You wait patiently for Ghost to make the first move, which you dodge with ease, you just make it out of his reach when he's rushing for you again, anticipating your dodge and sending you flying into the mat once more. 

You're not sure what burns more between the pain in your back and the humiliation you feel, but Ghost is on top of you, pinning you again. His hands are on your wrists as his hips are pushed into your core, and you can feel that the bastard is fucking hard. No amount of thrashing throws him off of you.

"Same result. Stop struggling." He growls, voice deep and menacing and impatient, as he grinds down and keeps you firmly in place.

"See this is the thing about little girls like you." Each word is snarled, sheer aggression unfolding from behind the mask. "You think you can make it a man's world, in the army, but you can't." 

"I can, women can." You whimper, voice frayed with pain as the lieutenant's grip tightens. 

You hear the dull thud of the Captain's footsteps as he moves into your line of sight and stares down at you.

"Go on then, break free." He commands, watching as you squirm fruitlessly, and a predatory smile crosses his face. "Pathetic, darling."

Price gives Ghost another look, as he frees you once more, and you stumble to your feet red-faced and mortified. 

"Captain—" You're about to challenge him, about to call him out on all of this sexist bullshit when his hands come to your shoulders, forcing you to your knees once more. 

"You can tell me all your precious feminist thoughts while you're down on your knees." He scoffs, working on unbuckling his belt right before your shocked face. 

Ghost does the same, belt clinking as the two men work to free their erections—you try to stand, but their hands keep you pinned before them, kneeling and waiting. 

"I'm not gonna do whatever you think you're asking!" You squeal as their thick cocks bounce free and taunt you with their appearance. 

"I'm not asking, I'm telling you to put that mouth to use instead of opening it for your pointless protests." The Captain begins, his hand working over his length slowly."  "You want in the 141? Know your place, on your knees and serving your superior officers, as a woman should."

Ghost does the same, gloved hand working his length dangerously close to your face. "That look in your eyes tells me everything we need to know. Strong, independent woman until you see a nice hard cock." 

"That's not true, I—" You open your mouth to protest, but find it stuffed full of the Captain's dick—his salty precum coating your tongue as he works his way inside. 

You suck on instinct, and of a creeping sense of fear of what will happen if you don't. They've gone this far, maybe it's just hazing, maybe this is how you— 

The Captain takes hold of your ponytail, pulling you up and down his length leisurely. "Much better, good girl."

The words make you flush against your will, your body betraying your usually headstrong self. 

He thrusts his cock as deep as you can take it without gagging, stilling there for a moment. "I'll break you in properly before long. Keep you under my desk, yeah, love?" 

The noise of rejection you make with your mouth full sounds awfully like approval to the men's ears. 

Ghost reaches down to grab your hand, wrapping your smaller fingers around his cock as you continue to suck the captain, while he taunts you. "This is your natural state, brain off, mouth full of dick. You don't have to pretend to be strong with us, it's better for all of us this way."

Price groans, deep and chesty in a way that makes your body sing against your will. "Always in need of some stress relief after a mission, you'd be perfect." He sighs, continuing to guide you up and down him. 

He pulls you off of him, guiding your head towards Ghost's length so you can swallow him instead. Ghost's hands hold either side of your head, working his cock inside before he thrusts with reckless abandon. "Fuck. If you weren't made to suck then why are you so fucking good at it, huh?" He all but growls, continuing to use your face as nothing more than a little fuckhole.  

He's rougher than Price, moves you faster up and down his cock, and forces himself deeper into your throat, your gagging sounds filling the room. "That's what I like to hear." 

"What do you think, Ghost?" The captain asks. 

"Need to make sure she knows her place." Ghost snarls, pulling you off of him harshly before forcing your head down to the floor, down to his boot. "Kiss it, then you can hump it like the desperate little slut you are."

"I'm not—" You whine, but he's tilting up his but to meet your mouth, so you can start to worship the leather. 

Tears prickle at your eyes as you lick and kiss his boot, desperately hoping the act will please him.

"You're a cunt, you're just a set of needy holes." He pulls you back up by the chin, repositioning you so your clit is pressed against his foot, and you start grinding down on instinct. 

"You deny it love, but look at the way you move those hips, it just comes naturally to you." Price laughs, his eyes blown with arousal. 

You hate it—hate what they're doing and what they've reduced you to, but at the same time you're so fucking needy, and Ghost is at least giving you some semblance of relief. 

"Grinding on my boot like a pathetic little doll. Don't make a mess, or you'll be cleaning it with your mouth." 

You want to cry out and rebuke them, but as your mouth opens, nothing comes out. 

"Shhh." Price coos, bringing up your hands to each of the man's dicks. "Just focus on us, darling." 

Your doe eyes stare at them desperately, as you do the only thing you can, jerk their cocks with fervor and chase the shocks of pleasure you get from rubbing against Ghost. You're so lost, so reduced, and yet unable to stop.

The volume of both men's groans increases, as they urge you into stroking faster and faster—it isn't long before they're both crashing toward the edge. 

"Paint her face, Simon." Price commands his Lieutenant, who takes hold of his cock and rubs until he's spilling fresh, sticky cum all over your face—in your lashes, on your lips and cheeks, even a little in your hair. 

The sight is enough to send Price over the edge too, his ropes joining Ghost's as they both cover your face entirely in rope after rope of cum.

"New fucking uniform for you." Ghost chuckles, slightly breathless, as he milks his cock for any remaining drops to stain your face with.

"Look at that." The look in Price's eyes is almost sweet, as he tilts up your chin to inspect your painted face. "Good job. Welcome to the 141, princess."

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[kitoshii]

whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2

lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …

your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”

youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.

yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.

so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.

your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.

he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.

he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.

his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.

a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.

“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.

he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.

your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.

he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.

you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.

for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.

the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..

“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?

he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -

“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.

theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area

“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”

a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.

“how am i supposed.. to act?”

“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.

“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.

his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.

a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.

his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.

the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.

a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.

he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.

“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.

“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.

“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.

with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.

his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.

his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.

he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.

overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.

“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”

his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.

your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.

your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.

you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.

“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.

he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.

for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.

hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^

#sub male reader #bottom male reader #bottom reader #sub reader #bottom gn reader #sub gn reader #amab reader #dom male character #top male character #bunny hybrid #wolf hybrid #knotting cw #feminization cw #psuedocest cw #top jjk #top cod #top gojo satoru #top mha #dom top character #sub nsft #dom nsft #xo . kitoshii