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bambisnc · 2 months

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [02]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : sungchan spills coffeee + reader is freaking out a bit bc of feelings tm + minor swearing + use of caps wc : 1k !!!!!!!!!!!!! everyone cheer and clap for me !!!!!!!!!!!!!

'RING!!!'

you sit up at your desk with a start, head hitting the lamp that you had so thoughtfully adjusted to be right above earlier in the evening. as you check the alarm clock, it's.. 2.59 a.m. already?! shit.. the last you remembered it was barely 10.00 p.m. and you had just gotten ready for a "super intense cram session", to be able get at least a little ahead in preparations for your finals.

that totally worked out well huh?

as your still sluggish mind slowly catches up, you notice a shawl wrapped over your shoulders.. and that candle you'd lit had been blown out as well. hmm.

your suspicions are easily confirmed when you notice a little yellow piece of paper stuck to the wall with a simple "you got this ^^ ♡" on it.

before you're fully able to let yourself swoon at the thoughtfulness of your roommate - it would honestly not be an overstatement when you question how much of a saint you must've been in your past life to be graced with a roommate like him - you hear a concerning clatter from the kitchen which makes you immediately rush towards the source of the sound.

and there stands sungchan, scrambling around the drawers looking for something.. the puddle of steaming brown liquid, coffee probably, indicates that his search is most likely for a dishcloth.

you move up behind his now bent figure as he rummages through the lower drawers, as carefully as you can to pull out one and dangle it in front of him teasingly, "looking for something~?"

"i could've sworn that was not there before?? dude are you sure you're not some kind of sorceress in disguise looking to prey on pretty boys like me?" your close proximity doesn't seem to affect him in the slightest; you however very much are affected. which obviously means you'll yet again hide behind a safe fool proof technique : a teasing remark.

"pfft- is that the best you could come up with? rather basic, no? you need to up your game seriously - when i first moved in, didn't you accuse me of being an evil horticulturist because i got you flowers?"

"hey no you see that was totally valid and besides the jury is still considering that possibility"

"the jury?"

"mhm, the people who said they'll get back to me on r/horticulture."

you have to laugh at this but as you accept your defeat you flick sungchan's forehead slightly, and roll your eyes at his exaggerated whine.

the dishcloth in your hand suddenly brings you back to earth, you know, as compared to how rather over the moon you feel in his company, "wait catch me up on what happened here?"

"ah.. i was making you coffee. i don't support caffeine at uh 3 am usually but i know you really wanted to get done with some of those worksheets of yours so.."

there he goes being all thoughtful again. god sometimes you really don't even know how to form coherent replies when he shows his care for you so, so unabashedly.

"right yeah.. i appreciate that. but you really don't have to sungchan-"

he doesn’t have to. doesn’t have to make you coffee, doesn’t have to stay up for company when you’re pulling all-nighters, doesn’t have to cuddle with you during your pirated show binges, doesn’t have to hold your hand during late night grocery store runs, doesn’t have to share his mint-choco chip ice-cream, his favorite, with you when your spicy ramen starts getting a little too spicy, doesn’t have to comfort you when everything, everyone gets too overwhelming.

“i know. i’m not doing this because i have to - i want to do this for you… is there a problem with that?”

yes, you want to say, yes there is. he’s making you feel emotions you’ve only ever read about in webtoons and fanfictions, and you’re scared of that. you’re terrified of that. “feelings” never lead to a good outcome unless they’re overly romanticized in various media; and this is definitely not a romance novel; nor is this a kdrama. “feelings” lead to vulnerability, to rawness, to your heart being completely exposed, because it’s undeniable that the defenses you’ve worked to set up around it all your life will break down in a single instance, if he asked it of you. you know that.

“..no. of course not.”

sungchan’s face lights up with one of his trademark smiles then, as he directs you back to your room assuring you that he’ll be “right there with your coffee madam <3”

you’re unwilling to leave but you’re also unwilling to stay. you make your way to your desk, mind still a jumble of complicated thoughts, all revolving around him. it’s genuinely shocking how, despite having been in your life for such a short period of time, he’s somehow wedged himself completely and truly in your mind and heart.

“what’s on your mind hmm?” you find yourself in a similar position to merely 7 minutes ago in the kitchen, except this time it’s him with his arms moving around you to place your coffee mug on the table, diligent in taking care to avoid your laptop and notebooks.

“nothing much,” another safe, noncommittal response to hide behind, “feel kinda sleepy, still.”

“well, caffeine to the rescue!! but i would definitely suggest getting a few hours of rest.” he still hasn’t moved, his arms now resting on the wood, as he slightly tilts his head to look at you.

for once you decide to let yourself bask in the safety and comfort he exudes, overthinking and complications can, with all due respect, fuck themselves. “thank you, sungchan.” you’re unable to add in the ‘for everything’ so you can only hope he understands. you reach forward for the coffee, nose wrinkling slightly at noticing how hot it is.

and then. he leans in slightly till you can see your reflection in his warm, mocha-coloured eyes and inside you it’s as if 2 separate beings are desperately fighting for attention; one adamant on backing away as far as possible because it’s safe but the other yearning to pull him even closer. both beings are unfortunately unable to come to a conclusion, forcing you to rigidly stay fixed, not unlike a statue.

his voice is barely above a whisper when he goes, with all the devotion and affection you’d imagined in the gazes of every fictional crush you’ve ever had, “you drool when you sleep. it’s really cute.”

a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose and then he’s gone with some sort of a pleasantry but you’d be damned if you could remember even a word of it.

you blink. once, twice.

change of plans, then : instead of studying, you might need to pull out your softest, most sound absorbent pillow and scream into it, “jung sungchan. fuck. you.”

old notes : somewhat of a prequel to the other one? idk it's in the same univ u can fit in the pieces wherever u like also head empty worrying about exams also. sumchango love dive. ty for ur consideration . new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

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blingblong55 · 8 months

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Smooth- David 'Hesh' Walker NSFW

Based on a request:

Hello!! Do you think you could write some smut for Hesh, gn!reader, pretty please? <3 you have all artistic freedom

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, face sitting, unprotected!sex, oral!sex, rough!sex, after care, fluff?

A/N: I love it when I get artistic freedom :) and like last one, we are going straight to the smut part

Your moans muffled by the cock in your mouth, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of your wet cunt. His hands keeping your down, slapping your ass once in a while so you would clench around his tongue. He loves the taste and feeling when you get sensitive. Your drool making his tip and cum become more messy. You were drunk on his cum, barely being able to create a coherent sentence.

His balls in your hands and you licked and gave them the special treatment he needed. Your skirt pass your hips, the image in the mirror anytime you looked at it was more than pleasing. "H-hesh!" you whimper, unable to take this much pleasure. Your ass littered with his handprint, all red and stinging at each contact his calloused hand gave.

Your thighs shaking but also warming his face. Once he had cum inside your mouth enough times, he slaps your ass once more and makes your get on your knees. Tongue sticking out waiting for him to stroke himself in front of you. He places a small clip on the cock ring and a then on your necks collar. To keep his dick warm as he answered some emails and read mission files.

Your couldn't take his cock out of your mouth, the proximity of the cock ring and your collar making it impossible. You gag and choke multiple time, his cum leaking from your mouth after you couldn't swallow fast enough. Anytime he would be close to cumming, he would slap your face and spit in his hand and then slap you again.

The aftercare was the best part though, after he had unclipped you from that position, his arms wrapped around you as he carried you to bed. A warm and damped cloth cleaning your body, you would whimper when he would get to sensitive areas of your soft and smooth skin. He would kiss the reddened parts of your body, "You did so good for me, R/N." His lips meeting your thighs then stomach.

He handed you a bottle of water, and covered you in the softest blanket you two owned. He kisses your cheeks and caresses them, "I love you, my beautiful girl." More kisses on your cheek and forehead. His embrace so warm and in now way had a trace of the man that made you scream his name minutes before. You snuggle into his hold, such tranquility that he brought you after a much needed time.

A/N: brings me joy to say I'm excited my dear anon asked for him

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thefrontofmymind · 11 months

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Lullaby 18+ (ross macdonald x fem!reader)

SYNOPSIS: you're having trouble getting to sleep, so your boyfriend, Ross remedies that (not proofread we die like men)

WARNINGS: unprotected sex (don't be stupid folks), and a "good girl" is in there

You looked at the digital clock on your nightstand again. 3:23. You couldn’t believe it had only been two minutes since you last checked the time.

It had been this way for hours–you just couldn’t get tired, you’d been tossing and turning since you and Ross had gone to bed at just after midnight. Speaking of, he had no trouble getting to sleep, and he was quietly snoring away to the right of you–rubbing it in your face.

You tried everything, you had a quick warm shower to try to get yourself drowsy, then some Sleepy Time tea, and you even listened to some meditation guide that encouraged deep breathing and relaxation, but to no avail.

There was one last surefire way that would tire you out. And you didn’t feel like doing it alone when the man who helped you discover this wonderful solution was asleep right next to you.

You rolled over to look at him–his eyes were closed, leading his eyelashes to lay on his cheeks, and his lips were slightly ajar. His arms were out in front of him as he laid on his side–they were previously holding you, but you’d slipped out of his grasp at the first sign that you’d be having a sleepless night. You wriggled closer to him and put an arm around his waist.

Almost completely on instinct, you placed a few gentle kisses to his naked chest and neck. He began to stir, and he moved closer to your body. He was warm–he’d always been, it was a real perk in the cold English winters you’d spent together.

“Honey…” you whispered, shaking him slightly, he groaned in response, still asleep. “Ross…”

“What?” He asked, half delirious from having just woken up.

“Can’t sleep.”

He let out a ‘hmm’ and rolled onto his back so you could wedge yourself further into his side. He stretched and yawned. You looked up at him from your position of your head on his chest, you watched as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the sleep from his mouth. He caught your eye as you bit your lip and he chuckled.

“Oh,” he said.

“Yeah…”

“Well come here then,” he answered with a nod of his head.

You put a hand on his cheek as you adjusted, straddling him, you leant down to kiss him. His hands grabbed your waist and brought you closer to his body–if that was even humanly possible. You could feel his chest heave as he deepened the kiss, bringing one hand to the back of your neck to hold you against him.

You were so wrapped up in his kiss, you almost forgot why you woke him up in the first place. One of your hands left his soft cheek and trailed down. Down, down, down, until it reached the waistband of his boxers, and beyond.

Ross let out a soft moan into your mouth as you took hold of him. You smiled against his lips. He took hold of you and flipped you over so he was hovering over you.

He began kissing down your neck, you couldn’t resist running a hand through his hair–long and thick. You grew hornier by the second, he just knew exactly how to touch you to get you going.

Within minutes he was pushing into you. You sighed in relief as you relished in the feeling of fullness again. He gave you a moment to adjust, and with a ‘go’ from you, he began working into a rhythm–slow at first.

As he began to speed up, he grabbed your hips to position you at a better angle. As his cock hit your g-spot over and over and over you couldn’t help but let out an almost incredulous moan. It only made Ross go harder and faster.

It was only a matter of minutes before you could hardly get a coherent sentence out of your mouth. You were right on the edge.

Ross knew you so well, he could pretty much tell what was going on in that pretty little head of yours just from the noises you were making. He removed the hand that was previously holding onto your thigh and put it between the two of you.

With the added pleasure of Ross rubbing your clit, you fell off the edge. Ross watched you underneath him as you became a moaning mess.

He waited until you’d mostly recovered, and then kissed the side of your cheek and let out a reassuring “good girl”. As he was about to pull out of you but you stopped him.

“Please,” you said, breathless. “Keep going.”

And he did, spurred on by your constant praise, telling him how good he was fucking you.

Only after a few minutes of thrusting, he paused. And with a groan, he emptied into you. He pulled out of you and collapsed next to you, short of breath. He put an arm around you, so you could rest your head on his bicep.

“Tired now?” He asked with a special kind of caring tone in his voice.

You sank further into the mattress, and into his side. You let out a small hum of contentment before your eyes forced themselves closed and you drifted off into the lull of sleep.

#ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald blurb

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lorcandidlucienwill · 11 days

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For Day 3 of @tamlinweek , I am posting part of my Tamlin fic (Tamlin's Life Story: A Tragedy)! We are told that the mating bond is beautiful and everything everyone should wish for, but I don't believe Tamlin has a very good experience with the mating bond; his own parents were mated and terrible for each other.

So, this is a little dark, but what if Tamlin's mate was Amarantha? It would explain her obsession with him. Tamlin, by rejecting Amarantha in that little gathering (right before she took the High Lords' powers), rejected the mating bond and incited rage in Amarantha. What was it like for Tamlin when he first met Amarantha, when he was forced to be with her UTM, and after he killed her? Full fic can be found here: TW: mild descriptions of child SA, violence, angst

He still dreamt of it. When he was just a child, and he'd seen the Hybern general for the first time. Red hair with streaks of black, like her hair had been soaked with so much blood that it had mostly changed color, the streaks the only remnant of her that hadn't been corrupted. When he'd longed for acceptance from his father, receiving nothing but the barbed whip across his back for being a failure of a courtier, for playing his fiddle for the handsome Night Court lord he couldn't help but love, Amarantha had spoken to him.

She'd embraced him and told him he was worth every last bit of Prythian, and their mating bond had clicked in. So what if she caressed his chest far too possessively to be casual? So what if she grabbed him through his pants, sometimes squeezing hard enough to cause pain? She had told him he was valuable. That was more than his father ever did. The scars on his back were so numerous that nobody would be able to count them. But while Amarantha left bruises, none of them stayed.

It was only when she'd tried to strip him that he'd begged her to stop. He told her he was too young, that he was scared, that he had no idea what he was doing, that he wasn't comfortable with a sexual relationship at this point in time. In her rage, she'd ripped his antlers out with her bare hands and carved out his abdomen with them. It was only by a miracle that he'd escaped that place. He'd barely made it to his father, who'd saved his life.

Only to give him the worst beating of his life. By the time it was done, Tamlin was crying tears of blood. Yet, that wasn't the worst pain in the world. No, it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling in his chest. The golden thread, his last hope for joy in this world, snapped in one moment. The mating bond. He was in such torment that he was sure it would kill him. Unfortunately, he lived. And lived. And lived.

*********************************************************************** He lost track of the days. He couldn't remember his own name. He remembered nothing. At least in his earlier days of pain and abuse and sexual assault and torture, he'd felt something. There was meaning to his life, a hope for better. But now...it was an endless sea of agony. There were no coherent thoughts in his brain, only a dull, throbbing ache that sought to take him under and finish it. He wished it would. He prayed that the yawning blackness would simply embrace him. Unfortunately, it didn't. It was almost worse this way, that he'd gotten the taste of what it was like to have the semblance of a happy life, only to have it ripped away from him at the last moment.

He tried to remember something, anything, to make him keep going. Feyre, a phantom voice sometimes whispered. Lucien. But the burning pain quickly whisked those words away. He did not understand their significance, anyway. They sounded like made up words. Soon, he stopped trying to remember. He'd forgotten what he was fighting for. Amarantha demanded answers out of him that he couldn't give- she didn't understand that he was broken. Nothing she did to him could break him when he was already in pieces.

Until she came. Until suddenly breath returned to his lungs and he had a reason to breathe again. And reason to be absolutely terrified. He begged her to go, but she didn't. She stood there, bold as brass, and claimed him as her own. And Tamlin had never loved anyone more. He watched her get tortured, and he felt again. Rage and sorrow beyond a human's dizziest daydreams, but it was feeling. When the court had adjourned, Lucien had snuck over to him. His face was pale and ragged, but Tamlin also glimpsed something there he hadn't seen in a while: hope. Just the slightest glimpse of it.

"I swear to you, Tamlin," Lucien whispered, hands on his face, staring into his eyes, clouding Tamlin's senses, "I will do whatever it takes to keep her alive. Everything within my power, I will do it." Oh, Lucien. His bold, brave, selfless Lucien. Tamlin choked out the words, "Thank you." Lucien's face hardened with resolve. "Thank me by never giving in. No matter what happens, don't you dare give up." Tamlin stared into his beautiful mismatched eyes. "I swear it." **********************************************************************

However Tamlin had felt under the mountain, it was gone now.

Now that everything had settled back in, he could feel it. The mating bond threatening to split him in two. He'd rejected his own mate and then he'd killed her. And now it drove him mad at times.

Lucien was no longer enough to help him. He hired Ianthe to help with the wedding preparations, and he tried to forget his pain. He succeeded for the most part, his trauma only coming back to haunt him at night. Amarantha touching him, Lucien's broken back before him, Feyre's neck snapping-

It was the mating bond that bothered him most of the time. It was like a migraine that just wouldn't go away. His temper, which wasn't the best, he could admit, got much worse owing to the constant migraine. But how could he tell anyone his secret shame- that he'd been mated to Amarantha? That there was once a time he'd sought comfort in her?

He couldn't let her train. Ianthe was right. What if they came after her? What if her power drew Rhysand back? He couldn't allow that. He'd heard her neck snap, heard it in his dreams again and again and again and-

"Please, let her train," Lucien pleaded. Tamlin tried to concentrate on him over the roaring in his head. "Let her master this, so that she can protect herself when enemies come."

At the word enemies, Tamlin's entire body seized up. Magic exploded out of him, falling on Lucien and blasting him backward. Lucien glared at him, loathing simmering in his eyes. But he said nothing after that; only walking away before Tamlin could get on his knees and beg for his forgiveness.

#lucien vanserra #tamlin #tamlin week 2024 #feyre archeron #feylin #tamcien #pro tamlin #angst #amarantha

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000marie198 · 3 months

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For the question thing - tails and all of them!(or the ones you like)💛

Ooh, that's a long one. Okay! Let's see

1. I love him.

2. His unwavering determination and loyalty and trust in his big brother

3. Whatever the fuck was happening in Forces

4. Same as I answered for Sonic

Edit: I wrote responses to all the rest of the questions (detailed for a few questions too) but they got deleted so I'll shorten them.

5. Blood Bonds by Nathan Wagner, Believe in Myself, Gold by Owl City, Fly With Me from Sonic and Tails R.

6. My tendency to make things for my friends as gifts instead of just buying a gift

7. When fandom makes him everyone's little brother. Everybody adores Tails.

8. Shipping. With anyone. That is a child! He's 8!

9. Both yes and no. I adore him but kid would activate my maternal instincts and get lectured for soooo many things

10. Who could not be best friends with Tails?

11, 15, 16, 17. Please no! That is a CHILD! JUST NO.

12. When he's too tired and eepy to be coherent, he stumbles to wherever his brother is sitting or sleeping and burrows in next to Sonic without even realizing it.

13. 🥺🍪🚀🪛🔧🍬🛩️🛩️🦊🌌☺️😕 (Thank goodness for recent emojis)

14. Form fitting full sleeved jacket or hoodie with texted t-shirt, a satchel that has a lot of enamel pins and shoes with laces that match the jacket. Or just pilot jacket and goggles.

18. Mom, Dad and Picket Fence my beloved, you know the one.

19. His relationship with Shadow. I hate how it's often portrayed in canon. They have so much in common, let them be friends!

20. I believe we already know the answer to that question

21. I love writing him as both sassy and babey, giving him the little brother vibes. And also using his body language and movements of his ears and tails to be expressive of his thoughts and emotions and reactions. What I don't like is torturing him. Like, it's cool when it's mild whump followed by comfort but I draw a line at torturing him, that's a plain big No for me, my inner Sonic gets very angry and upset when Tails is continuously physically and mentally tortured.

22. When he's allowed to act his age! I love it. I also love it when he's written to show fox traits and when it's clear who raised him, Tails getting reckless and impatient and quipping at his enemies etc.. And I don't like when he tortured too much, like I said, it doesn't sit right with me. And also when he is written as too mature, not letting him banter or be reckless and excited about little things. (Basically in combination of both these questions, Tails for me is not the torture-him-blorbo, he's the so-precious-protect-him-at-all-costs blorbo)

23. Pick one

24. TMNT '12 Donnie. And Hiccup.

25. Then: Adorable fluffy genius child!

Now: Adorable fluffy sassy genius child

....

This marks all the questions about Tails. I won't answer any more character asks about him except the last one which is "Freebie question"

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #miles tails prower #character ask game #renofscales

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hello!! I loved pretty pet so I'm coming back w an opposite req this time! R is stressed out and needs to let go of some control for a while and leo is happy to provide that for them, w a lot of soft domming and praising and r who is eager to please and just being a sweet sub for lesso? Omg and mistress kink too, r usually likes to test leo but because she's that stressed out and leo is being gentle but firm (emphasis on firm bc it melts my brain like the dom giving commands but with sweet pet names) and making their brain go fuzzy so they're ever so pliant for their mistress and leo finds it adorable EIEIWOEOEJSISI

There she is |NSFW

*Authors note~ i absolutely love this idea and I’m glad you liked pretty pet <3 I couldn't help but run to write it for you*

Trigger warning~ sub r/dom lesso mistress kink strap overstimulation oral fingering praise soft domme some degrading

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Teaching truly never got any easier despite the years of experience you got. The students seem to be impossible this week, anything that could've gone wrong did. The school had one simple rule, one it appeared that everyone seemed to struggle with this week. "You can't kill anyone till after graduation" didn't seem to be in their minds, teens filled with hormones and powers, what a wonderful combination. In fact, two of your students had a brush with death this week. The paperwork that caused was truly horrific.

Leonora knew her girlfriend was stressed, be that by her usual tales or the fact she'd hardly seen you. All she knew is you were stressed and she missed you. Feelings that she hadn't long accepted bubbling up within her, she loved you and now you weren't with her it hurt. You payed her a visit to hand the stacks of paperwork over for her final approval, only then did she truly understand just how much the week had been wearing on you. "Doll? You look exhausted love" she murmured bring a hand to cup your cheek and the pad of her thumb stroking the dark circles that lay underneath your eyes. "Mhm" you hummed not quite able to form a coherent response. "Do you need mistress to take care of you doll? Make that pretty head of yours all fuzzy and free?" She purred holding your gaze and watching the flash of pure need in your eyes as you nodded eagerly. That was exactly what you needed, but too scared to ask for.

She gently took your hand and led you to your shared chambers, where she laid sat you on the bed and cupped your chin to make you look at her, "mistress wants to take care of you doll, but I won't tolerate misbehaviour, can you be my good girl? Give mistress the control doll" she whispered before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. With the best puppy eyes you could muster you whimpered "I'm yours mistress take care of me please."

Oh and your Leo would do just that. Normally she had quite the brat on her hands but tonight she had best doll she could have. You followed every instruction she gave and you didn't complain once. Although she hadn't touched you yet, you remained patient and quiet. As soon as she had you both stripped she made sure to shower your skin with kisses and words of praise and love. Tonight was about reminding you just how cared for you were.

Fingers trailed up your side causing you to shiver in anticipation. "So good for me doll. You'd do anything mistress asked hmm? You are my good girl tonight" she whispered before settling to press kisses, nip and suck at the soft ivory skin of your thighs. You bit your lip trying to remain good, you hadn't been given the go ahead to make any noise yet. Leonora noticed the effort and took pity on you, "good girl doll but mistress wants to hear those pretty sounds. All for me aren't they?" She punctuated the last half with kisses leading to your core. "All yours Mistress" you whimpered squirming ever so slightly until her mouth made contact with your cunt.

"Doll look at how wet you are" she murmured watching as you craned your neck to see, "good girl love how about mistress makes you feel good now? You're so beautiful like this doll. Don't cum until I allow it." You nodded eagerly feeling her work her skilled mouth between your thighs, the pleasure building within you as you finally let go of some of your stress. "Mistress close i please" you whimpered but she pulled away from you chin soaked in your wetness. You remained silent, internally crying from having your pleasure taken away from you. And you were right on the edge too. But her praise made it all worth it. "Look at you doll. You're so needy and yet your still my good dove" she murmured coming to kiss you and allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

If wasn't long before lesso had strapped up and slowly sunk her length into your drenched pussy. "That's it baby, take it all doll. Good girl" she whispered before her lips made home on your neck. She let you adjust for a little while, simply enjoying marking up your pretty neck before you pleaded with her for more. Only then did she start to move at a maddening slow pace. Ever the good submissive you didn't complain or beg or whine, you simply let yourself enjoy what she was giving you.

Leonora edged you a few times with her strap until she knew you'd be ready to let that pretty head of yours go all fuzzy. "Beg to cum doll. You can do that for me? So pretty when your begging for mistress" was all it took for you to start whimpering and mewling words that sort of formed a sentence, "mistress please I good you please." Only then did she take pity on you and slip her hand between your sweat soaked bodies and rubbed slow but firm circles on your aching bundle of nerves. You came with a cry of her name as she fucked you through your orgasm. Only when you looked up at her through half lidded eyes, looking absolutely fucked dumb did she take the strap off and threw it somewhere, to deal with later, before coming to gather you in her arms. "You did so good for me doll. Such a good girl for me. Leo is here love, can you drink some water for me?" She hummed out holding some bottled water to your lips that she always had by the bed for these moments. You hummed in acknowledgment sipping the water before whining and pushing it away. You snuggled into the older woman surrendering to sleep when you heard her whisper, "sleep doll. You did so well for me, Leo hads you. You’re safe"

Word count ~ 1174

#fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #anon answered #lady lesso x reader #anon requested #lesso x reader smut #lesso smutt #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil

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voltage-vixen · 1 year

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The Touch of a Scholar (NSFW)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Alhaitham x f!Traveler

Prompt: : “Are those hearts in your eyes?”

Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex, Masturbation, Jealousy

I couldn't finish this in time, but this was an entry for This is an entry for @chaosangel767angel767 & @xxsycamoreycamore Be My Valentine CCC! Thanks for hosting this! <3

“You’re extra sensitive today, aren’t you?” the scholar crooned, savoring the flustered pout each time he ceased before reaching the area Alhaitham knew the Traveler craved his touch the most.

“Who’s fault do you reckon that is?” she gasped, biting down onto her lower lip when Alhaitham’s teasing licks evolved into brisk carnal kisses.

Savagely devouring down onto the canvas of her pale flesh, kisses transformed into penetrating nips, leaving behind incandescent scarlet blemishes as validation of their love tryst.

“That privilege is mine, and mine alone it shall always remain,” Alhaitham retorted, smirking from his place between the valley of her thighs. “Perhaps next time, you’ll think twice before shamelessly flirting with Kaveh.

“I-I already told you it wasn’t like that,” she growled in irritation when his inching fingers scampered away from snuffing the fire in her belly at the last second.

The Traveler glared down at Alhaitham’s strikingly handsome face annoyed by the proximity he was to her blazing heat, and decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Alhaitham blinked in surprise when she suddenly flicked him on the forehead to distract him, snaking her fingers down to the swell of her tender clit.

“I don’t mind taking matters into my own hands every once in a while,” the Traveler moaned, as she effortlessly slid a finger between her folds.

Watching in esteem while his partner played with herself, Alhaitham’s mouth dropped wide open. the Traveler’s passionate eyes aligned with his one, and an uncomfortable twitch from his hardened cock flickered against his thigh. The need to watch the pleasure on her face when he ravished her had now reached a dire level.

“Are those hearts in your eyes?” he crooned. “You’re practically begging me for more of my touch.”

Eye pleading with him, the Traveler withdrew her finger to trace the edge of his lips. His tongue lapped her clean from the slickness of her arousal, while she clutched onto the disheveled chunks of his hair.

“Perhaps….,” the Traveler huffed out in sharp breaths as the sensual sucking Alhaitham was delivering elicited her toes to curl in an ecstasy from their foreplay.

Alhaitham ceased his pursuit of her hand, and instead pushed his head forward to her, lapping at the glistening remains on her folds before pushing his tongue into the wetness of her core. An elicited mewl huskily vibrated from the back of her throat in reaction to the pulsating jolts of euphoria her lover was unshackling as he showed no mercy in his conquest to provide the Traveler with a blissful climax.

“My, my, aren’t you a stubborn one today,” he muttered, adjusting his angle to penetrate his tongue deeper into the Traveler .

The Traveler ’s head arched back into the pillow, and Alhaitham reached up to palm her breasts, his thumb paying special attention to her nipple by rubbing small strokes to the bud. Her walls slowly started to quiver, and the Traveler uttered a final cry when Alhaitham’s tongue caressing her clit pushed her beyond the brink of release.

“Taste as divine as ever,” Alhaitham murmured, shooting her a cheeky grin while his eyes glinted with lust from the aftermath.

With her body trembling from the powerful orgasm, the Traveler couldn’t quite form a coherent thought, and she rode out the trembles rushing throughout her body. Her silence didn’t go unnoticed. No sooner was Alhaitham ascending the length of her torso, only stopping once his erection brushed against her fine lips.

“Now it’s my turn.”

No words needed to be exchanged when the Traveler greedily encased every inch of his glorious member into her mouth. More than ready to return the favor, she prepared herself for a long evening of playing this little game of cat and mouse they had only just begun to scratch the surface of.

#be my valentine ccc #genshin impact #genshin impact alhaitham #genshin impact smut #genshin impact fanfic

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clonerightsagenda · 6 months

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i would love to hear anything more about communications director minkowski that you would care to share, it sounds like a very fun route for postcanon! 👀

It IS very fun. In lieu of writing a coherent post I just spent quite a bit of time scrolling through 3 years of discord messages for good tidbits:

Gill spent part of my day wondering “you know you’d expect Lovelace to have some Loud And Pointed Opinions about Minkowski being offered the post of Communications Director but maybe instead she’d be the first to figure out there’s no better way to dismantle the company than from the inside out” Kat If you want a job done wrong you gotta do it yourself Gill Minkowski: They… want me to be the next director… and I think I’m going to take the job. Lovelace: …actually. That sounds like an amazing idea. Minkowski: Minkowski: who are you and what have you done with Captain Lovelace Kat Careful Renee. That joke has a bit of an edge to it Gill Nobody’s getting out of post-flight quarantine without an identity crisis of some kind it seems Kate I bet Lovelace would jump at the chance to have a woman on the inside… who has a lot of practice ruining Goddard's plans. Gill Lovelace, probably: You’re gonna need your own version of Cutter’s hypercompetent Right Hand Minion, and it seems to me that the person who kept him distracted while you put a harpoon through his torso would be the ideal candidate. Lovelace: Also, it’d be fun to deface Kepler’s old office.

Kat was thinking about Minkowski marriage drama in the context of her voluntarily signing on to be comms director under the same contract as the last one fully aware this means everyone will try to kill her just in case she can keep everyone else safe and then having to explain that to her husband tfw your wife never prioritizes you bc she's too busy prioritizing a) dying in space b) dying on land now Gill Dominik Koudelka, maybe: it just feels like I have to get myself kidnapped by shadowy corporate goons if I want to spend time with you!

Kate Communications Director Minkowski 1) definitely publishes her own adapted fifth edition of the Survival Manual that’s not a joke and full of useful things and 2) mostly inspired by things Eiffel did that his justification was “well no one ever TOLD me this would happen in space!” Gill “Leprechauns are not real. Ghosts, however, are.” “In the unlikely but theoretically possible event that leprechauns are discovered at some point in the near future, disregard previous. It’s important to keep an open mind.” Kate Adaptability! Flexibility! Priorities! Acknowledgement that space is full of unpredictable and incomprehensible bullshit! The spirit of the new space age Gill Tip #1002: You may say “fuck”. Once.

Kat thought: re Goddard possibly having prison labor going on, maybe when they got Eiffel out of jail they just transferred his sentence to them, and Comms Director Minkowski finds out she technically owns two of her crewmates now and isn't super happy about it Eiffel: so for the next 23 years my ass is yours I guess Minkowski: I don't want it Minkowski, sifting through paperwork: why… why do I own prison laborers now? Can I pardon them? What is this news anchor voice: Goddard Futuristics stocks dipped today as new director Renee Minkowski gave the entirety of their asteroid mining staff early release, quoted as saying "Go home. The fuck." Gill Comms Director Minkowski like ok first off we’re actually giving our workers benefits Kat we'll reroute some of the money headed toward all the R&D for evil shit Gill we’re also defunding our paramilitary branches. Why do we even have those?? Kat Jacobi, raising hand: To do stuff like break into Elon Musk's Mars colony and take him out with extreme prejudice Lovelace: ok that one sounds justified actually Gill Lovelace: Can I go fuck up Elon Musk’s stupid libertarian summer camp? Minkowski: Later, I need you here right now. Lovelace: Aw, ok. ): Kate Okay project Fuck Up Elon Musk can stay

Kat underappreciated aspect of the comms director Minkowski concept: DC girl Minkowski finds out she now owns like 75% of the politicians on Capitol Hill. Is not sure how to stop owning them It's like feeding wild animals, they keep coming back for your money even when you try to cut off the lobbying Gill Minkowski: next time a senator shows up at my house I’m siccing Lovelace on them Kat Minkowski: Cutter had an entire budget line for funding ballot initiatives and…. wow, that's a lot. Hey Doug, what are your thoughts on felons being able to vote? Eiffel: Felons can't vote? Minkowski: …. yes?? Eiffel: Oh. Huh. I don't ever vote so I didn't notice. And I see from your expression that you don't approve of this.

Gill Comms Director!Minkowski: If you need me, I’ll be in a meeting. /crawls into the vents Kat Local unions still talk about the super weird HVAC remodeling the new director insisted on

Gill You are an astronautical engineer at Goddard Futuristics’ special projects division. You were handpicked by the special projects manager herself to work on this new prototype. The craft you and your colleagues poured untold hours of work into is commandeered by Warren Kepler, Legendary Local Douchebag, and two of his minions (an entire ship! For three people!!) to go off and babysit one of your boss’s boss’s ultra-secret pet projects, which you quietly believe is actually an elaborate fraud scheme of some kind. You rage at this. Then, you mourn. Perhaps you drink heavily. Either way, you move on, setting aside your quiet hope that the Urania one day re-enters terrestrial skies, but gradually making peace with the idea you may never see this particular fruit of your labor again. And then a year and a half later you get it back and the interior is just plastered in printer paper that looks like a brigade of toddlers just went nuts on it with their crayons. And also your boss is dead and the apparent leader of said toddlers is the new communications director. Kat Hey at least the astronautical engineering division can feel vindicated that that shuttle a few years back didn't malfunction Gill Engineer: So that shuttle didn’t malfunction and Cutter was actively orchestrating a fake explosion and cover-up. Then he sent Warren “Oh just let me fire off this prototype in a civilian area” Kepler and his goon squad up in our prototype to go fuck around with you guys some more. Minkowski: Yup. Engineer: And you killed him. Minkowski: …yes. Engineer: …did you kill him painfully? Tell me it was painfully. (Minkowski is mildly worried about how she acquires some of her new supporters) Kat Lots of long simmering resentment Kate I imagine she gets a lot of goodwill points for taking out Cutter and Kepler… imagine

Kat comms director Minkowski having to do tax fraud to protect her team somehow Gill Jacobi, having just another day in the office, doing taxes: god this is so dull, I hate tax season. I wonder if Minkowski’s gone and holed up in the accounting department, she probably lives for this kind of thing. /smash cut to Minkowski threatening an IRS agent at harpoon-point Kat Minkowski making Hera her own LLC so she has rights now: This is legal according to Citizens United as long as no one looks at it too closely (my dad became an LLC today so he can contract with his work after he retires. I joked he will be the last person able to vote in the household once they take everyone else's rights away but corporations are people) Gill “Minkowski Commits Tax Fraud” would be an amazing chapter title for a fic at some point though Kat Minkowski early in the mission diligently doing her taxes in space because she's a good American citizen Minkowski like 5 years later: fuck capitalism Gill That one meme image but it’s, Minkowski: You mean the game was rigged all along? Minkowski @ herself: always has been. Kate This is my strongest Minkowski belief Gill Minkowski: wow, capitalism sucks, and growing up in a Soviet satellite state was also awful. Perhaps… the true problem… is giving people the power to wholly dictate other people’s lives…

Kat after the story of the Hephaestus crew breaks and they're famous Eiffel gets Minkowski a funko pop of herself it has a little harpoon Kinsey i support this wholeheartedly Gill It is both unsettling and adorable. She sets it proudly on her desk at work Kat someone coming into Comms Director Minkowski's office: uhhhhh Minkowski sitting next to her funko pop: what it's got the same psychic damage potential as Cutter having a #1 dad mug on his desk and everyone's too scared to ask about it Gill Concept: Minkowski eventually being gifted the Funko Pop versions of her entire crew They’re referred to affectionately(?) as her minions Kate If you’ve been called to her office because you’ve done something Sketchy and Capitalistic, you might even prefer looking into the creepy flat soulless eyes of the funko pop rather than Minkowski’s very, very sharp and angry human ones Gill Another mental image. Lovelace, beholding her funko pop: I mean, I don’t think my eyes are that terrifying even when I’m possessed by unknown cosmic entities, but other than that, it’s a perfect likeness. Lovelace: Look, she even has her arms folded because she’s mad at the other little plastic crewmates for being idiots. I love her.

#tales from the groupchat #wolf 359

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in my thinking about yonjis absurd strength era so woe yonji focused vscest appreciation post be upon ye

or more so specifically appreciation of how *easily* he could overpower pretty much all his siblings?? the only one we've seen be able to injure him in canon is sanji so he might be the exception but yk sanjis too much of a bottom to really fight back anyway lol

just. hear me out. yonji wanting to fuck a certain sibling and just.. looking at them for a moment before walking over to them, effortlessly picking them and then hauling them to the nearest private area. like imagine the first time this'd happen!!!

timeline wise he'd probably do it to niji first?? maybe yonji was watching niji flirting with a few service girls and then got unknowingly jealous- leading to him walking over and picking up niji in one arm, hauling his ass over his shoulder and bringing him to one of their bedrooms. niji was probably beating his hands against his back the whole time- face red, voice high pitched with embarrassment, and punches getting more and more aggressive until he was thrown onto a bed and *forced* to shut up.

idk i just think yonji should fuck niji dumb sometimes to get him to shut his noisy ass up 😌😌 niji deserves to be edged and teased to tears- not get fucked into oblivion- but hes hot as a bottom so ig he gets a pass. by the end of it i doubt he could talk, too high on good sex to form anything coherent… bimbo energy…

cant decide if reiju or ichiji would be next timeline wise but I'll go ichiji so reiju can start The Whipping post wci <3<3

but even saying that idrk what scenario would lead yonji to picking up ichi… uhhh hmm maybe… post 14ji mission the two r alone together and ichiji takes off his raidsuit in front of yonji, leaving him butt ass naked (a common occurrence that happens btwn the siblings even pre when they started fucking lol) and yonji is suddenly struck with the Vinsmoke Horny Gene™ which leads to him robotically walking over and picking ichi up :))

methinks yonji would pick ichiji up by folding his hands under his ass and trusting ichiji to wrap his legs around his waist (which ichi does, all while looking through his shades at yonji like "??" bc while hes not complaining/worried he IS confused lmao) this eventually leads to yonji carrying ichiji to the nearest bed, setting him down and just start *ravishing* him. by the end of it they're both numb (in a good way) and panting and ichiji looks over and says "Why didn't you just ask?" with yonji replying back w something along the lines of "Idk actually, you're just really hot." ichijis satisfied enough with that answer :]]

OKAY wci and sanji next <3<3

this ones easy for me- germa/124ji get sanj back and ofc immediately start wanting to fuck him upon seeing how hot hes become and sanji, while admittedly VERY confused and frightened, is like 'sure??' cause 124ji is hot and sex is sex lol. so sanjis walking (more like limping am i right :3c) around germa maybe a day or two before arriving at wci and yonjis just struck with the need to fuck him and fuck him *up* before he loses the vinsmoke name. so yonji walks over, throws that pretty boys ass into a firemans carry, and laughs as sanji is unable to fight back with his legs in that position.

yonji just drags him to a bedroom and throws him down before continuting to make sanji see stars- both because sanji looks good and pretty moaning underneath him and also bc this is kinda yonjis own fucked-up-horny-way of apologizing for all the bs he and 12ji put him thru. fuck away the trauma fahjkhjkklsas.. by the end of it sanjis only half conscious- covered in hickeys with a steady stream of blood coming out his nose and a stupid doped out smile on his face.. yonji likes that look on em

aaand last but not least mommy reijuuu <3<3<3

admittedly this one is more fluffy than smutty but 0&4 dynamic have a very specific place of joy in my heart so let me have this lol. so reijus out tryin on new clothes, yonji tagging along as her pack mule bc she promised him a reward 👀 for doing so, but as she walks out to keep showing off the outfits shes trying on (yonji just says they all look hot on her lmao) yonji eventually notices a creepy looking group of guys eyeing her up. now ofc reiju can take care of herself but.. whenever one of the dudes eyes linger too long on reijus ass whenever she walks out in a mini skirt well thats just too far for yonji. he straight up walks over to reiju, (gently) picks her up bridal style, and punches the douchebags through the wall on his way out. no they didnt pay for the clothes but the hells the store owner gonna do?? contest the man who put a hole in his wall??

anyways yonji carries her all the way back to a germa ship and only sets her down once they're alone and secure inside a bedroom- and reiju is IMMEDIATELY on him the second he puts her down (she could've gotten out of the hold anytime mind you- it was just a really sweet gesture so she didn't want to <3) her littlest brother?? showing concern for his nee-chan??? oh he deserves a reward :)) (his reward is being teased touched and ridden until hes screaming and drooling and laughing like a sex drunk idiot <3<3) what can reiju say?? that was a big step in yonjis journey of being able to Feel ofc she was gonna spoil him for a day ;]

HHAHA8AGIAH I PUT THIS IN A WORD DOC AND ITS LIKE OVER 1K WORDS LONG I AM SO SORRY 🙏🙈🙉

NO DON'T BE SORRY THIS IS THE BEST YONJI RELATED THING I'VE EVER READ EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS IS PERCEFT AND HOT AND DID I SAY PERFECT????

And it's even better because by the end he's starting to feel and omgkdjfksdfj but everything before that was so incredible too, his dynamic with each of the siblings was so accurate to me, I've never read 1k words so fat in my life, I WAS DEVOURING THIS

Niji being sort of tamed by yonji is incredibly hot, ichiji 100% trusting yonji is incredibly hot too, sanji having that starstruck look on him while covered in his nosebleeds is also incredibly hot and so reiju rewarding yonji. I'M ON MY KNEES OVER HERE, THANK YOU FOR THIS MASTERPIECE

#vinsmokecest #not even gonna try saying anything else because this is absolutely flawless #i just have to ask #anon can I post this on twitter?

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hxhhasmysoul · 6 months

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bro get over ur 'performative feminism' idiocy 🙄 personally, i think half of ur analyses r shit but i can still find valuable or at least respectable commentary in them, just like i can find valuable or respectable commentary from those 'performative feminists.' as i should. bc thats how critique and discourse needs to be approached. just bc u can write a rant and do research doesnt mean ur arguments will be worth anything. and theyre prob not worth anything if u cant even respect the ppl ur addressing

I have to tell you, I’m fucking fascinated by this. There’s just so much here.

This will be an honest attempt at interpreting this, a long and at times quite serious reply to your rather unserious anon.

What is the point of sending this, anon? When I get anons like this, I can’t help but muse what prompts their authors.

1. I mean the least charitable interpretation would be that you want to insult me but in a way that to you subjectively upholds the pretence of respectability or intellectualism?

2. Or maybe your goal is to actually encourage me to change my behaviour?

3. Maybe you want to educate me on the proper way to do fandom “discourse”? Or on the merits of the philosophy you present here?

Any of those? None? All of the above a little bit?

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If option 1 was your sole objective, I’d say it works only as an insult. The tone of your ask is all over the place and it doesn’t really match its content. If I were writing this, I wouldn’t have called my analyses “shit” and the “performative feminism” “idiocy” while chastising me for lack of respect for the opinions of others. I don’t mind you matching my lowbrow energy and tone, it’s just that in my opinion you contradict your point by going down to my level.

Maybe something closer to this:

“(...)the phrase ‘performative feminism’ doesn’t have a place in proper critique or discourse(...)”

“(...)I find half of you analyses poor quality, unwarranted or downright wrong(...)”

______________

If you were aiming for 2 exclusively then, alas, shaming and condescension doesn’t work on me at all, for personal reasons.

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Third option is the one actually fascinating to me. You’re not the first person here that would be trying to lecture me on how there is a right approach to fandom “discourse”, namely your way. But you know, why not. I too hold very strong beliefs.

There are two issues with this working, though.

1. I don’t find your argument internally coherent. I will try to interpret what you’re saying, to show you how I understand it. Which may be completely contrary to what you were trying to say.

2. If my reading of what you’re trying to say is close to your intentions, I sense that we’re not really close ideologically and we don’t share values.

The way I understand your last sentence is that according to you an opinion loses its value by default if it doesn’t meet some respectability standards.

Yet a few sentences up you claim that you manage to find some “valuable or at least respectable commentary” in my rants, I’m not 100% sure which rants do you mean exactly here. All of them? Or just those that are “shit”? How can you find value in something that you seem to consider to be by default void of value?

I’ll be real, idk what “respectable commentary” could possibly be, but if I show no respect to the people I address, then how could my commentary be respectable.

This confusion is also amplified by the mismatch of tone and message. Because according to the rules you laid out I should disregard what you’re saying completely, because how can your arguments be worth anything if you aren’t showing respect to me.

And here we come to the clash of values.

The way I understand yours, is that you subject yourself to fandom takes that you find low quality or wrong because that’s the right thing to do. That according to you we should all strive to find something positive in all sides of an issue.

It reminds me of the centrist political “both-sidedism” almost turned into an art form. And centrism irks me because I’m a nasty lefty, a social justice warrior. I’m very far from the so-called “centre”, which in real politics is usually just non extremist right wing ideology. I will use “leftism” as an umbrella term here for various ideas, both economic and social, including feminism. It's a very reductive approach but in this case I don’t think a distinction is needed.

Social media platforms can have a heavy political slant, and fandom Tumblr on average slants left.

The problem is that in many cases it’s image building and not true understanding of the issues that comprise the political leaning. It’s using, but more often misusing buzzwords and appropriating language, sometimes in active attempts to render words or terms meaningless. All in the pursuit of maintaining the image of being “for the good things and against the bad things”. It’s a performance.

Performance that is self perpetuating because the people, who indulge in it, will pressure one another to express “correct opinions” on whatever is the hot topic of the hour. To always be available for outside scrutiny. Those people feel obliged to have public opinions, and have them fast.

Fandom and social media are a funny territory where petty arguments about characters or plot choices get mired in real world political topics and ideologies. While it is true that art is always political, political criticism usually can’t be nailed down in one catch phrase. And it definitely can’t be done without honestly engaging with the text and the context it exists in.

In the JJK Tumblr tags you will find a shit ton of posts, no longer than a paragraph, usually no longer than a single sentence, that call Gege a misogynist, that say that “Gege hates women”. And they will usually use one argument for that, namely that female characters die in JJK. Or more recently, that they are irrelevant to the plot. Both these takes stem from bastardisation of academic discourse surrounding female characters in fiction. They are in bad faith, they show that the person reflexively regurgitating them has no desire to engage with the text seriously and probably doesn’t know where such considerations came from, or understand how they functioned in their original context. But sometimes you will see more dedicated clout-chasers, who try to write meta posts on the misogyny in JJK without having a basic understanding of feminism, just trying to string together popular hot takes. Just to show that they don’t “mindlessly” consume media, that they are not afraid to criticise it and its author, an all out a woman hater. Show it in the most vapid and thoughtless way possible.

That’s why they are a performance. And this performance is to build the image of the op as a feminist, a "Tumblr good person". That’s why they use the trappings of feminist critique. That’s why I call it “performative feminism”.

An important thing to understand about me is that I don’t treat leftism as a zero sum game. I believe that political movements, organisations, people and works of art, can be doing some leftist things right and some wrong. That perfection on this is impossible. But there are also non negotiable issues, issues that you can’t really do a bit right, because human dignity, safety and livelihood is at stake. For example I’m not interested in listening to people who will condone genocide, I don’t think I should try to find value in their arguments. But I also don’t find value in reactions to genocide that dehumanise and use genocidal language towards a different group, even if a subset of that group is committing genocide. For me genocide is a non negotiable issue. I don’t respect people who try to perform support for genocide victims by justifying genocide others. People who instead of donating to relief support, or promoting relief support and direct pressure on government, chase clout by shouting out their vile opinions under the guise of supporting the victims, regardless whether they understand their own bias or not.

But you may say that I’m exaggerating, using a real life issue to illustrate my disagreement with your values, when maybe you were just limiting your philosophy to fiction. But my character flaw is that I’m very principled. Especially when it comes to my grander principles trickling down to more trivial stuff.

I don’t think I should respect people who appropriate and misuse feminist language to chase social media clout. I don’t find any value in their behaviour. I find it actually harmful. It reinforces this trend in first world leftism that activism can be done by yelling the right buzzwords on social media. Especially the right buzzwords about popular media. That activism and social critique doesn’t require engaging with the ideas, interrogating their own preconceived notions. That it makes them a “good person” when they misuse academic language to shit on a work just because it’s popular, just because they want the clout of an intellectual who can see through the mainstream. While it’s painfully obvious that they have no idea what feminist critique academic or casual is, or what the words they abuse mean, or what modern feminism even entails.

Can you see how funny it is? This idea that they can position themselves as above the mainstream, as the betters of those who enjoy mainstream, by reflexively regurgitating the most popular hot takes. And this lazy behaviour is purely voluntary because no one has to have an opinion on everything. It’s actually impossible to have an in-depth and well researched opinion on everything. So if you don’t have the time to do research, or to even properly familiarise yourself with the work you have the very valid choice not to. Have the choice not to parrot a hot take for the sole purpose of performing activism. You have the choice to just divert your attention elsewhere, towards things that you will engage with in good faith.

Because this kind of bad faith approach can lead to darker things. Because you can actually make yourself believe that your behaviour isn’t just a vapid social media act, you can convince yourself that you’re on some moral high ground, that you’re actually fighting against evil.

If Gege is a misogynist, if they hate women, it means that they are actually vile, a bad person and it’s ok to use violent ideation while writing about them. This is normalising dehumanisation for clout points. Priming yourself for viewing people and situations like this.

Gege is kind of an abstract entity for these people, it feels harmless because, come on, they will never meet Gege. And obviously this is all hyperbole and they wouldn’t really get violent.

I witnessed it in real time when a group of people in fandom decided that my friend was a bad person. Over trivial fandom shit. They dehumanised my friend amongst themselves and proceeded to attack my friend for months, until they left Tumblr. Attack them in racist, misogynist and queerphobic ways, while claiming it’s okay because my friend is an actual evil person, they are actually dangerous for existing in the fandom. And also their attacks are okay because they are PoC/queers/women and as members of these groups their behaviour can't be racist, queerphobic or misogynist by deafault…

You also misunderstand my actions towards those people. I’m not engaging in “discourse” with them. This is not academia, I’m not an academic. I’m pushing back against their behaviour. I’m expressing my distaste towards the groupthink. I’m not pretending to be respectable because I don’t think their behaviour deserves respect.

This is the crux of our disagreement, anon, our values don’t align.

#answering asks #a mentally well person would’ve just deleted this anon #but I need something to distract me from my anxiety and general shittyness of today #also anon entertains themself with reading shit analyses #i entertain myself with treating anons like they are serious people

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