#inner fujoshi

[b0gdasha]

How can so many people complain about missing pre 2020 fandoms while furiously hating on those who used to run them

Mha "cringe" cosplayers, omegaverse ficwriters and fans, ao3/wattpad chronic users, artists who made those "derp humor" templates, fanon artists/enjoyers, comshippers, fujoshis with everlasting love to teacher x student stuff, hetalia/ch/cb fans etc etc, fandoms would be NOTHING without them

Our culture is not a trend for those who shame and harass everyone

[meggie-moo]

@vmprchn and i changing lives on a call, look at their’s here, it’s truly love changing <3

[officialpenisenvy]

im gonna kill myself i love them so much

[puppybot]

need my frontal lobe to stop developing so i can go back to drawing old man yaoi 9 hours a day

[bubtans]

gonna unfollow all my topics on twitter when i get back except for cats and Buny so i can choose peace and no longer think about how much fandoms hate women!!! i'm choosing growth and healing!!!

[silkval]

♟】 the mahogany series- part Ⅲ

thinkin about how your pretty little genshin boys act under your desk...

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

♢》 whether they were quickly hurried under your desk to hide them from the person who was knocking at your door, oh-so-rudely interrupting the two of you, or the pretty thing crawled under in desperate want of your attention...

kaeya is absolutely the kinda guy who would crawl under there of his own accord. this guy is fucking down bad for you. 24/7 horny.

so, when he slipped his way underneath your desk for the umpteenth time that week, he was unsurprisingly oh-so-tired and already a little tipsy, as he settled down for the night. having entered your chambers with a sly grin and a chaste kiss to your cheek, two glasses of dandelion wine already balanced in his bronzed, lithe fingers as he set them down on the deep mahogany of your desk- his glass, notably, already half empty.

it didn't take long for the poor guy to start brooding at your lack of attention focused towards him- too busy nose deep into the stack of paperwork sprawled across your desk as you muttered out a quick greeting and thanks in return- but nothing more.

oh, and kaeya- kaeya was not having it.

...so, in true kaeya nature, the sly fucker was already bumbling up a plan in his little drunken mind.

and that's how you got to the current situation; the well renowned cavalry captian of mondstand, sat loyally between your thighs.

which wasn't a problem, as it had become a routinely occurance- so you paid no mind as you felt the other male rest his cheek against the muscled curve of your thigh with an inpatient huff, only reaching a hand down to run through his cobalt blue locks- before turning back to your paperwork.

...but was that enough for kaeya? oh, no no no.

so, ever so slowly, his freckled and scarred hands trailed their way up your legs, feather-light touched as a coy smirk curled at his lips. glancing up at you from under your desk, his signature, brilliant grin only growing wider as his lovestruck gaze met with yours- that warning look you shot him going straight to between his legs as your darling boy had to stifle a velvety whimper, sleek hands beginning to tremble as they trailed higher and higher-

...over the curve of your knees,

...ghosting along your muscled thighs,

...dipping into the sensitive plains of your inner thigh,

...ever so slightly dancing over your thick, clothed cock-

and with that, you'd had enough.

your hand shot out, grasping his as a quiet gasp slipped from kaeyas pretty lips, staring up at you as if that wasn't exactly what he wanted you to do.

nevertheless, you only clicked your tongue in feign disapproval, used to the games he played. only reacting with a lopsided, cocky grin tugging at your lips and sending him a pointed look as you leaned back into your chair, staring down at the pathetic male near keening under your gaze- before nudging his plush thighs apart with the tip of your shoes, nearly letting out a mocking laugh as you eyed the rather obvious wet spot between his legs.

no matter how many times you two did this dance, it was always rather amusing; such a confident, seemingly dominant man, known and looked up to by all of mondstandt- a wet, whimpering mess, still untouched.

oh, but you couldn't be that cruel, no? so, with a low hum, you slotted your foot between his legs, the heel of your boot pressing teasingly against his heat as he let out a breathy moan, hands scrambling to grasp onto your thighs in desperate attempt to brace himself, staring up at you with his pretty lips parted with every hot pant, pupils blown wide as you leaned down, lips grazing his ear as a deep, husky drawl slipped from your lips.

'ah- did I say you could touch me, kae? that's what I thought- now, be a good puppy, and stay where you belong- at my damn feet.'

[zoobus]

That's what makes it worse. It's not just about the mediocrity, it's how it goes out of its way to validate anyone who thinks too hard about it. It acknowledges it just so you can see it dropped it.

There are breedable animal and furry quirks which means someone agreed to fuck a sentient dog. It seems acceptable now but wouldn't this have been huge when quirks first popped into the world? Hell, why would the future be any more tolerant, like shouldn't there be new strains of bigotry? The answer is yes. Mentioned once.

Being quirkless is treated like a shameful disability and even beloved character midoriya's mom handled him with overprotective autism mom vibes. Wow that's so interesting, most writers struggle to capture how loved ones are just as susceptible to ableism. Too bad deku gets powers so it's dropped.

As said before, bakugou tries to kill someone under the ideal of heroism=power. There are thousands of witnesses. Up until the school is forced to make an apology because of some other shit, nothing is done about it. Despite bakugou's belief seeming to discomfort just about everyone, nobody confronts him or attempts to persuade him otherwise. Nobody seems equipped to handle what should be a common issue, like he can't possibly be the first adolescent to have both S-tier powers AND be an arrogant fuckwad. We get no answers on why this ostensibly great school is so ill-equipped for handling powerful children.

Speaking of, this school is the best in the nation, maybe the world! Oh except for that semester where the top class literally made no progress. And also the test to get in is heavily biased towards punching and not thinking. Which is acknowledged by the brainwashing quirk kid who you'd think sponsors would be hunting down like a talented quarterback in an impoverished high school but instead it's "I'd love to use my OP legend powers for good but they make people uncomfy so yeah I'll have to be a villain one day :(" I heard eventually they let him be a hero but if you let several volumes/seasons pass before you address that this world practically hands top talent over to criminals based on aesthetic alone, I'm gonna say you dropped it.

It could be a satire of capeshit except it keeps choosing not to and that's (one of the reasons) it sucks extra. It DECIDES to be mid. It shatters its own ribs to contort itself into mediocrity. It says "that's a cool idea i just outlined for you huh? It'd be a real shame if I...dropped it😏"

I want to hear ur full thoughts about bnha 😭 I was just thinking last night about how much I hate when ppl compare bakugou to sasuke

Can't give full thoughts because hate stems mostly from one mentally deranged individual basing their worth off this insipid series I haven't watched/read in years but the valid elements of my hate stem from bnha's baffling and consistent inability to serve narratively satisfying conclusions, which balances with its equally consistent ability to introduce unique or compelling worldbuilding only to do fuck all with it. Bakugou's treatment as The Sasuke when that is very obviously not who he is ties into that.

It tells you of this world altering event that would have disrupted society on every level but doesn't elaborate. It takes what could easily have been a figurative dream - to be the #1 hero - but gestures at this being a literal, concrete accomplishment that has more to do with marketing than anything else. You might think this would be interesting but since it never elaborates you're left confused over what metrics and qualifications could possibly allow Endeavor as the #2 hero, especially when the executive suits agree he's not #1 material. It introduces quirks that might inspire the thought "maybe I'm overthinking this, but wouldn't this initiate Racism 2.0? Forever? Not as a side note of history?" Later they have a kkk for quirkists drop for ONE PAGE and never mention them again.

Bakugou is recurring star re: setting up character traits and story building only to do absolutely nothing with it. Over and over again.

Child bakugou is shown to keep deku around to bully and fuck with him. The only person who thinks they're friends is deku. There's a compelling dynamic you could pull from that but the actual narrative acts like they're normal rivals. As if the story itself is ignoring their dialogue

Teen bakugou is teen bakugou. There is a very good reason BPDBakugou urls were a thing. Unfortunately the narrative treats this like normal hotheaded shounen behavior.

Teen bakugou genuinely believes that the path to being the #1 hero is a measure of who is physically strongest and no one in this fucking school of heroes corrects him. Nobody says actually a hero is someone who saves innocent lives. He almost murders another kid in front of thousands of spectators for not knowing her place. If this was a commentary on the fascistic nature of a superhero universe...gosh that would be interesting, wouldn't it? If only.

Going back to frustrating conclusions, after bakago gets kidnapped, the media does call the school out for apparently not doing a damn thing after the attempted murder event. All Might has to bow on tv in apology. Humiliating for him sure but like a) WHY DIDN'T YOU DO ANYTHING and b) you might think this would affect how the school approaches teaching from now on. lol.

My memories of the anime and manga have faded into each other and i don't care enough ensure accuracy. Season 1 ends with a strong, emotional scene where backup acknowledges deku as a potential threat. You know these words are difficult, excruciating for him to say out loud. It's cathartic, it sows the seeds of character growth, it shows emotional depth in him beyond anger. For maybe the first time, rivalry feels organic, grounded in how these characters have engaged with each other. I watched this scene and asked how could anyone hate Baku? He wouldn't have this scene if they planned to keep him emotionally stunted with no payoff.

Lol. Kek, even.

When bakugou gets kidnapped by villains who are trying to convince him to join them and this is right after the tournament in which he tried to murder a weaker person for refusing to give up, there's like two options for this kind of shounen: either the professional adult villains successfully persuade a 15yo libertarian with a god complex that evil is more conducive to his dream of being the strongest OR somehow, whether it's the power of friendship or he figures it out himself, bakugou realizes his entire framework for heroics must be flawed if villains assumed he was a perfect target. That's it. Those are your options.

...but not when you're bnha, king of pointless subversions! Instead the villains are, just, bizarrely, ludicrously incompetent, denying bakugou any shot at agency for his "choice." They don't even try to persuade him so much as they kidnap him and ask him if maybe he'd like to join them?! Idk if you knew this but while most people don't enjoy being kidnapped, bakugou has a specific trauma that makes him extra hostile to those who make him feel helpless and like, idk, if I were stalking a kid for several months, I think I would pick up on that and incorporate it into the game plan? The point is that because they had no fucking plan beyond this, there's no plot tension, no gravity, no meaning to his rejection. If I ask you to do my homework and you say no so I piss on your face, are you changing your mind (don't answer)???? He rejects them not out of disgust for their goals, not fearful recognition of himself, not even because he's dead set on becoming the strongest HERO period. He doesn't become evil because they pissed on him first.

Inevitably the story shifts into bakugou redemption mode but since he never willfully makes the right choice, it's like, you know what it's like? Almost every enemies-to-lovers I've tried to read. Full offense to those who like it, you guys give 5 stars to stories that give the most irritating, hateable love interest with zero reason for anyone to deal with them and then at some point you'll just "okay, that's enough, now they love each other :)" Why? Nothing changed? It went from one-sided harassment to one-sided harassment (they kiss occasionally now). Minus the romance, that's what they do with bakugou like i guess we just accept he's a for real hero who still believes weaker people deserve death. Okay.

Don't even get me started on todoroki

[mihwee]

"I just wanna eat him up."

Siyun Baek x M! Reader

SYS: You were staying over at Baek siyuns house, — Due to some unfortunate circumstances. your shirt JUST had to get wet. And it just had to rain. Whats up with these coincidences?

Well..Your both men right? Theres no need to worry. A little nap would be fine...

TAGS: NSFW. Blowjob, handjob, Deepthroath, dirty talk, Slight-ish taboo. CNC, Cum play, Cock Play. (He sucks ur cock when ur slesping 🔥 summary)

Warning: CNC. Harsh/explicit language as said, He does naughty stuff to your balls when ur over there pretending to be snoring (LMAOO) if your uncomfortable with that, you can leave. again MALE READER. no one is strictly top here so.....

MINORS UNDER 14 DNI. MINORS UNDER 16 DO NOT REQUEST. DNI :(fujoshis, Fudans alligned.)

Setting: His bed

A.N: Hey guys~ ive been gone for so long.... sordy~ busy with shs

By the way, you can request anything! Ive been catching up to the trendy manhwas these days, and trust me. Im not that picky when it comes to fantasies lolll . My friend just reccomended me this manhwa, and i told her im not really interested in romance. Pfft, the look on her face if she ever sees my account would be astronomical...

Siyun quietly sat on the bed. Staring intently at your sleeping figure. "Asleep already?" He thought, He hasnt even been out for 10 minutes. He hums, his fingers brushing over your hair, Your soft skin visible.

He felt himself flinch, Your soft breathing, the way you looked so peacefull on his bed. In his clothes, With HIm. He smiled a little, oh what Could have he been if your not there? He felt his eyes darken. You dont need those pesky pests that makes you miserable all the time. Just stay with him. Just say the word and he'll....

He softly mutters under his breath, his silver strands slowly falling onto your skin as he leans in closer. Enough to feel his breath against the corner of your lips. "Fuck."

.

.

As you feel him shift away from the bed, and eventually walk his way to the kitchen— you slowly turned around, and shot your eyes wide open. 'What the fuck was that??' You bit your inner lip, trying to compose youreself as you felt some heat creep up your face. 'So he really does like me...' you blinked profusely, Trying not to bite your nails.

You felt his lips graze onto your neck just a minute earlier, does he act this way even when im not around? You thought. Its not like your repulsed by actually finding out he likes men. Its that... you never believed someone like him, Likes YOU.

Your face heated up more at the thought of siyun liking you intimately. 'And its not to self loathe but there are many variety of optio'-

You tried to muffle your yelp as you felt a pair of hands dig onto the fabric of the mattress. Siyun came back. And to the best of your efforts, You tried to put up a best act. gripping onto a pillow and grunting, Laying upstraight.

Siyun watches a little, his eyes slanting as he observed your every move. Has he found out you were awake from the beginning? Ah, shit. But what suprised you even more, is that his hands were slowly spreading your legs apart. You closed your eyes tightly, hes infront of me? What the hell is he doing? You sweatdropped.

You felt him scoff from above, his raspy breath evident. You feel youreself twitch as he leaned down to your crotch, you feel like you could die right now. What is he planning to do? You gripped onto the pillow tight. Trying to hide your flushed face.

Siyun smirks a little, Hes never done anything like this before. And he knows fully well your wide awake, trying to pretend. He felt himself heat up. Your not pushing him away, you wanted this. You needed this. You needed his mouth on your dick. And your not exactly offended by the thought either. Lets just see how far you can go without fucking into his mouth, begging for more.

He hums lowly, his lips brushing against your inner thigh as he let himself get comfortable beteeen your legs. He lets out a soft "Aah" sound as he opened his mouth, placing his lips just right above your clothed tent.

He kissed your bulge softly, letting his sharp canine graze onto your waistband. Slowly dragging out stiffled reactions from your mouth. His hand onto your thighs, and his face burried deep. So you can feel his every breath on your most sensitive spot. He chuckles slightly, letting out sounds of soft lip kisses onto your cock, his hooded eyes staring right through you in the pillow.

"Fuck, i just wanna eat you up." Siyun muttered, grinning quite widely, before letting his broad tounge lick a strip up your bulge. Your reaction evident as you gripped onto the pillow tightly. Barely managing to keep the gasp inside of your mouth.

He hums in satisfaction, His boney fingers tracing your cock slowly. Circling the wet spot as he rested his head oh so casually just beside your erection.

You cant see whats going on, yet you feel so sensitive. You cant help it, Fuck. Shoudnt you be stopping him now? Why... ah..

You feel his finger snap around your waistband, and slowly dragging it down to your boxers. Humming all throughout the way. As your pants was on thigh level, he felt like it was appropriate enough to start sucking you off. He licked his lips a little, flicking your boner with the tip of his fingers.

"Desperate little thing huh?"

As he whispers, he lets out a blow onto your tip. Feeling annoyed that he cant see your face. But sure, Lets play this game Y/N.

You let out a involuntary moan as he wrapped his lips around your cockhead, Feeling a stripe of his tounge dart out and take a taste.

Occasionally, beads of tears well up against your eyes as he licked up long stripes against your shaft, his teeth grazing every once in awhile. His hand pumping against your base as he slicked up your dick with spit. When did he even learn this anyway? Did he observe from "those" dreams or something?

You held onto every ounce of pride you mustered, to not fuck into his mouth. Feeling his hands firmly press against the sides of your hips and finally take you whole into his mouth.

"Mmghh...mmmh." he moans happily, letting his tounge slide around your cock as he hollowed his cheeks, his eyes glancing at you through his eyelashes. Your arms still gripping on that fucking pillow.

He felt his eye twitch, determined to make you cum deep inside of his mouth. To forget about those two Insects for awhile, and focus on him entirely. He tries to let out every lewd sound to drag out your reactions one by one.

"Ngahh..." he moaned, licking a broad stripe under your shaft, He felt himself redden. Your cock was twitching and resting onto his face. his lips pursed to kiss every vein on your cock.

Shit, you were so cute. Your little whimpers drove him crazy. Every time your hips Bucked involuntarily, it got his own dick hard. He should control himself. He should... Ah, ah.... what should he even do with you?

He kissed the top of your cock, before enveloping it once more into his mouth. Trying to hide his excitement as his throath clenched around your lenght. He bobbed his head up and down, slowly tasting every part. Slicking it completley wet with his salivia. His nose hitting your pelvis as he let his mouth get penetrated.

You bit your lip, hiding your face under the pillow as you heard his mouth elicit wet squelches. I wonder whats the look on his face? You huffed out. Cut and erratic. The normal you woudve been slapping him on the face already. If not, you woudve been slapping youreself too.

You tilted your head discreetly, your eyes half lidded as you took a short peek. Yet you felt your heart race even more.

—He was directly staring into your eye. Your dick making a dent onto the side of his cheek. He smirked, Letting go with a slight 'pop' sound.

Siyun felt your cock twitch under his fingers, He bit his lip in excitement. He cursed under his breath, and pushed your pillow aside. Gripping it under his fingers as he threw it on the wall.

You huffed out, drool pooling onto the shirt you borrowed from him. Your eyes wide open and looking above him. "I...uh- ugh..." you muttered, before getting cut off immediatley. The lips that sucked your dick onto your own, tasting your own precum.

You moaned into his mouth, your tounges Inexperiencedly exploring eachother. Yet you coudnt care less. You placed your palm onto his nape, as he bit your lip. Rubbing it against his sharp teeth.

Your breath hitched once more as his palm went back onto your hard cock, fapping it more faster than before. "....y/n... your so cute. Your so so cute." He whispered, His thumb onto your tip. Is this a good time to confess? Well no fucks sake.

You bit your lip hard as he moved his mouth to bite and lick your earlobe. Whispering sweet nothings as his hand continued to pleasure your cock. " Ah... hah.. You love this. You fucking love it. So... so stay with me. Forever. Please..."

siyun felt himself get more and more turned on by your moans and whimpers, Without even touching himself. He wants to pleasure you for now... He doesnt want to push you too far. He should focus on you only. He can come later on.

You let out a broken moan that sent his eyes wide open. The grip on your cock tightening as white spurts of thick liquid shot out. Your hips bucked onto his hand, covering his fingers with sticky cum.

"Ah... ahhh.... u-uooh..."

he smirked widely, letting go of your softening cock as he lifted himself up. Sitting onto your thigh. As he looked at his hand, he coudnt help but feel a sudden rush of adredaline. His face flushed with his own sweat, not even noticing his own boner thats weighing down inside his pants.

He moaned onto his fingers as he licked your cum, Letting the salty taste spread onto his tounge. And looked at your breathy figure underneath him.

His fingers caressed your bruised lips, before letting two of his fingers enter your mouth. Your eyes half lidded,... before slowly sucking it.

His eyes widened, grinning even widely than before. You tilted your head down to take his fingers deeper inside your mouth, holding onto his wrist firmly.

"Ahh..."

"Fuck."

Oh my gosh, well... i was thinking of doing a part 2. So thats why there wasnt any aftercare as of now, Where its either he rides reader, or reader rides him...

Its up to me anyways~ u can comment. Maybe i can get convinced to continue this hehe

[bell4lan]

T4t childe x fatui!reader on where they just fuck in the meeting room or something like that please😩

Lord Harbinger

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/mblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Pussy, cunt, folds, hole, t-dick/dick used for privates, fingering (reader receiving), oral sex (tartaglia receiving), squirting, toys (vibrator, strap-on), technically unprotected sex?, office sex, penetrative sex (bottom tartaglia, top reader), semi-public sex (?), slight finger sucking, also slight cum eating if that counts

Character(s)/Reader: Switch Trans Childe x Switch Trans Male Reader

"That'll be all." Pierro concluded, bringing the meeting to an end. All the harbingers stood up and began leaving to finish their duties, except Tartaglia. He stood still with you standing beside him as he bid his coworkers goodbye. All of them were too busy to even care about why he was staying behind, so they didn't bother asking and just left.

Once the door clicked shut, Childe took out a small object from his pocket and and held his thumb against a button on it. You collapsed onto your knees and moaned, both in pleasure and in pain from your fall. He squat down next to you and laughed, taking your mask off as he did.

"You did good (Name). You didn't make a single noise during the meeting! You know what that means right?" He cooed as he moved his hand to your chin and made you look up at him. You struggled to keep your eyes open as they filled with tears, the vibrations from the toy inside you starting to overwhelm you.

"Pl- ngh~ please let me c-cum." You begged, barely able to speak. He smiled and gave you a kiss on the lips before picking you up effortlessly.

He laid you down on the table the harbingers used for their meetings and undid your pants, sliding them down and throwing them aside. He chuckled as he saw the wet patch on your briefs.

"Someone's excited." He teased as he took them off and threw them where your pants were. He lowered the vibrations so your legs would twitch less and admired you. Your inner thighs and pussy were coated with slick, and your dick was swollen and begging for attention. He ran his middle and ring finger up your folds, making sure to lube them up. His thumb brushed against your dick as he slid his fingers back down to your hole and pulled out the vibrator before inserting both fingers in with ease.

His fingers thrusted at a quick pace, pulling out needy whines with each thrust. You were so thankful the room was soundproof, because with how loud you were being someone would've definitely heard you.

"You like when I'm inside you don't you slut?" Childe chuckled, watching as your body twitched from his touch. You responded with a nod since you knew you wouldn't be able to form a proper sentence.

His pace kept up as your moans got louder, fingers ramming into you until you finally came. Childe chuckled deeply when your pussy squeezed and fluttered around his fingers as it squirted all over.

"You made a big mess (Name)." He laughed as he pulled out his drenched fingers and pushed them into your mouth, making you suck all the fluid off. You made sure to put on a show, tongue running all along his fingers and then taking them into your mouth and bobbing your head, all while looking up at him.

Smirking, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pants. He pulled off his coat and pants and threw them by your clothes before getting on the table, hovering over you.

"You licked up your mess pretty well. How about we put that tongue to use, hm?" He purred as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You nodded dumbly, making his smirk grow wider. He sat up and positioned himself over your head, pink cunt glistening above you. Seeing how horny you made him always made your heart race and swell with pride. Having the power to make your superior, a harbinger, completely soaked and needy was something that always made you motivated to make him squirm.

Your hands went up to spread him, licking your lips as you saw the delicious meal you were about to devour. You teased your tongue against the tip of his t-dick, making his hips twitch. Your hands ran up to them and pulled his pussy closer to your mouth before assaulting it with your tongue.

"Fuu-uck~." He whimpered out, the wetness of your tongue making him stutter. He gently rocked his hips on your face, your nose nudging his tip as he did. He ran a hand through your hair and pushed your head up against his pussy harder, head thrown back as your tongue entered his hole. He lifted himself up and down, trying his best to match the thrusts of your tongue.

"I need something b-bigger." He sighed out as he looked down at you between his thighs. You pulled your tongue out and moved him a bit so you could speak.

"Want me to fuck you?" You asked, rubbing your thumb along his sensitive folds and dick to give him some stimulation. He nodded quickly, hips moving along with your thumb.

"The strap is in your office though, think you can last?" You teased as you glanced down at his soaked cunt before looking back up at him. He gave another nod, so you both got up and put your clothes back on.

Childe rushed you out the door and speed walked to his office. Once you both got there, he pulled you inside and locked the door. You pushed him against the door and took off your mask before capturing him in a deep, passionate kiss. Your hand moved down to his crotch and gripped him, making him pull away from the kiss as his knees buckled under him. You chuckled and lifted him so his legs wrapped around your waist.

Papers and pens hit the floor as you cleared his desk so you could lay him down on it. Childe hastily took off his coat and pants again as you took off your pants and put the strap on. Once ready, you went between the ginger's spread legs and pressed the tip into his hole. He was soaked, so he had no trouble taking it all. He moaned as the whole thing was pushed inside, relishing the feeling of his pussy being stretched.

You wasted no time and started pounding into him, his desk creaking from the harsh movement. Childe's eyes rolled back into his head as the thick cock filled him and rammed into his sweet spot with every thrust. His nails clawed at your sleeves, wanting so badly to dig them into your skin.

Childe's legs started to shake as he got closer and closer to release, his moans getting louder by the second. He wrapped his arms around your neck and looked at you as you continued to pound him. You always looked so sexy when you were fucking him, the sweat dripping down the side of your face as you focused on making him feel the most pleasure you could possibly provide. The way you looked sent even more shivers down his spine, so he spread his legs wider, showing off his puffy, pink cunt to you.

"Shit (Name) i'm go-ngh~na c-cum." He whined, back arching off the desk. A loud moan ripped from his throat as he finally came. You shoved the entire strap inside him as it happened, making his legs visibly tremble.

Once he was more calm, you pulled out. A small smirk formed on your face as you saw his swollen and used pussy clench around nothing. You gave him a soft peck on the cheek before taking off the strap and cleaning him up.

"You went pretty rough today (Name). I won't be able to walk for days!" Childe joked, panting slightly as he was still recovering. You smiled at him and kissed his neck softly as you put on his pants for him.

"It's all your fault lord harbinger."

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Hello, I hope this story was to your liking! I know it said the meeting room specifically, but I couldn't help myself and made it take place in there and Childe's office ^^;. I hope you enjoyed regardless! Sorry if it's rushed heh

Posting will be slow now that my life has gotten a LOT busier. I don't play genshin (or any video game really) as much lately so I lack motivation ^^;. I hope you all understand! :)

Also if there are mistakes please ignore them for now...i'm pretty tired and proof read the best I could

[averagesawfan]

thinking about the aftermath s6 ep11 of house (the one were wilson and house pretend they're gay). house keeps shutting down his team's ideas and he says "lowkey broskis. this is kinda homophobic" (Taub takes the bait bc he doesn't know any better) "House, your not gay."

"hmmmmm yes I am. Wilson is too, I mean I think he is. you dont really propose to a guy because you want a girl... Wanna see the pics :)"

Thirteen and Foreman proceed to fujoshi and fundashi out respectively while Chase and Taub have their own inner monologs

[romanceyourdemons]

characters from my new project

[ID: a four-panel black and white digital drawing with a header in all-caps impact font reading "every friend group has."

1. the top panel on the left below this shows a xiaogezi, black-feathered pigeon with a white chest tilting its head and looking curiously at the viewer, with the impact font label "the fujoshi."

2. the top panel on the right shows sun feng/hua yufeng, a trans man with hair half tied up and a sly expression, wearing simple hanfu with a large sword on his back, labeled "transgender allegory."

3. the bottom panel on the left shows han yiming, a brightly-smiling, round-faced man with some stubble, wearing a white round-collared robe over a dark, high-collared inner robe, labeled "autistic individual"

4. the bottom panel on the right shows wu shi, a tall person with a hooked nose and a tired expression, with hair tied up except for some flyaways at the nape and one lock on the right side of the face, and wearing dark clothing, labeled "the struggler." /end ID]

[scrapsovereign]

Ok everyone, hear me out:

What if you’re an aspiring NEET, current burnt-out millennial degen that has to work to support your wretched lifestyle and you get Isekai’ed on to the mindflayer ship?

You don’t speak the “common” language, but you can be sorta conversational in broken Japanese- which is eerily similar to another language a certain velf speaks…

Of all the places you had to get Isekai’ed to…wait a minute. This looks familiar. Is this that Bald and Gay game your friends keep sending memes to the group chat about?

Being here is actually a nice change of pace. The worst thing so far is not being able to understand a damn thing any of the other survivors say…

…until a moment arrives on the first night after you shotgun a health potion with a “Kanpai!” like the geriatric weeb you are.

The pretty, fancy one who sounds like he’s trying to pick you up using his best Vampire the Masquerade LARP voice snaps his head towards you. His eyes are wide in an expression that’s similar to the one you got from your supervisor that one time you loudly explained at the lunch table what yaoi paddles are to your zoomer coworkers.

He asks in what you consider to be the wildest pronunciation you’ve ever heard (for real, you can barely make it out) if you speak Kozakuran and by the powers of god, anime, and your rusty-ass 1.5 years of high school Japanese you put together a reply to him.

You can tell he haaaaaates talking to you in that language, but is also extremely smug about being the only one who can communicate with you.

He warns you that he’s the only one you can trust, and to keep your guard up around the others.

You tell him you’ll watch his back if he watches yours.

The Fabio-looking guy who looks like he’s fresh outta the SCA finds a scroll after you’ve been meandering about for a day or two and holy shit! It’s so nice to be able to talk to everyone! Kmart Fabio then starts talking your ear off. You had an awful date with a software engineer that went like this not too long ago and immediately regret the existence of magic.

It’s bliss when the spell wears off after a day’s time, and you have the sweet, sweet escape of hearing everyone speak in Sim Language. Except the fancy one, whose name you learned is Astarion.

You suppose maybe you should get your grubby fujoshi hands on a potion, another scroll, or actually try to learn the language. You know what though? Fuck it. It’s nice having the attention of a guy so pretty you’d normally be too nervous to talk to in your old life. He’s hilarious, sassy, flirtatious…

Still, something doesn’t seem quite right. You’re ready to tell your imposter syndrome to throw itself into the sun-and you do! It keeps coming back. It whispers that this is too good to be true, things can’t actually be this good.

When you wake up one night and you catch him in the act of trying to suck you dry like his personal Capri Sun you wonder briefly if it was right. Even if it is, you can’t remember the last time someone this hot had their mouth on you. Lastly, joke’s on your inner critic, you’re in to that sexy vampire shit.

You take off your shirt and lean your head to one side, offering your neck to him.

“Tabemasenka?”

He gives you a feral grin that does things to you- things that finally give context to all the smutty fanfic you’ve ever read.

“Itadakimasu, darling.”

[coldbycrossfade]

as i watched deadpool & wolverine here's how my internal dialogue went

inner 10 yr old me: THIS IS SO COOL I HOPE THERES A WOLVERINE AND DEADPOOL DUAL ACTION FIGURE SET SOON....

inner 16 yr old fujoshi me: like omg it's yaoi.......they're gonna kiss.....

current [redacted] yr old me: oh my god they fucked nasty sicko style in that honda odyssey #blessed #stayhumble #jesusisking

[chaifootsteps]

I'm kinda amazed how Viv screwed up her own show. Helluva Boss is far from perfect, but it was a good concept for a episodic series. Imagine the different types of targets they could've been tasked with murdering. You have yourself a entertaining formula, and it still had space for subversions and plot twists.

But nah, the fujoshi in Viv spoke louder than the screenwriter.

That inner fujoshi is always screaming away inside of all of us, but you've got to know when to muzzle that little fucker.

[tiredaf23]

Intro post, ig lmao. Pfp by @str1ngsss

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Sokka and misogyny

Can we be honest? The writing for Sokka's misogyny was tacked on in the original, because that was the style at the time. It was a remnant of the same hamfisted "lets signal how progressive and forwards we are by having Female Character put Sexist Boy in his place." It was a "conversation starter"

But it was a story we as an audience at the time had grown used to rolling our eyes over. It wasn't like being doused with acid, it was like being a pile of ashes and having burning embers put on us. There was just nothing left to burn. So we rolled our eyes and just carried on.

The first time I watched Avatar, 19 years ago, the phenomenon of the "Haha, Ur pretty good.. for a GURL!" and "Oh YEAH!? VAGINA-MAGIC POWER!" resolving it was just so overplayed and sophmoric I didn't even react. I just kept watching because if you got mad every time that bit of cultural toxin wound up in the media you consumed, you'd die quietly of your own venom in the corner. It's the sort of vitriol you numb yourself to just to survive with, "It is what it is."

Where Avatar got it right was they realized partway through writing it that Sokka's misogyny was the contrivance it was and resolved it quickly. Though I could practically hear somebody's inner fujoshi wheezing with manic obsession to putting a masculine teenaged boy in women's clothes and having them be shown up by a Pretty Warrior Girl(tm). "And he learned a valuable lesson! Girls can KICK BUTT!"

This was the norm for what would be labeled progressive writing that "challenged social norms." The caricature they felt they were fighting against were cigar smoking Bob Cleaver and George Burns type patriarchal 1950s dads casually remarking how girls weren't wearing long enough skirts or cleaning the house well enough. It wasn't even progressive in the 60s, it was beating a dead horse that had long since died in the 1900s and was kept alive purely by traditionalist core fringes, and that's who the progressives were aiming it at, acting as if there's a small population of fuckheads in a society, society should be defined by those fuckheads as the status quo.

Seeing it get retired in Avatar subtly was satisfying. It was hamfisted and lame, even then.

Now, on the subject of the live action remake

While the way Sokka acted was whimperingly trite and stilted and how Katara reacted was predictable, I still wouldn't remove it. The subject of gendered and binary roles in traditional cultures, especially agrarian or hunter gatherer ones, seldom saw morality plays. It was always the white kids, generally males unless they wanted to single out white girls, that were the loudmouthed bigots getting put in their place.

When you do that among the progressive circles, you stay within those invisible lines. And the unspoken rule was, you can't depict non-whites being bigots, or indicate their culture may have any kind of -ism or problem. because, "that's insensitive." That opens the conversation to all that they should also have these progressive values applied. That allows the traditionalists and gender-binarists and ethnocentrists to get up in arms and see these values as un-group-like, and people that might otherwise embrace them and adopt their hardline progressivism, reject them utterly, seeing how they treat the whites and the men who are guilty of those -isms.

They did not want that. They wanted the media to just use whites as the examples of those social crimes as a safe bar, keep even discussing the fact sexism or other -isms exist in non-white and indigenous cultures out of the mainstream conversation, and have the progressives inside said cultures ask those questions internally and hold them to those standards. A way to introduce discord and strife inside of a community and own the youth's values. Keep the lines drawn between Indigenous Minority and Western Modern. So, it was very paramount not to allow any depiction whatsoever of sexism in western media happening because of, "Men of color." Unless it was in a For Us By Us fashion; black comedys that depicted black male sexists getting put in their place or rebuked by assertive female protagonists or support characters having their moment.

A work like Avatar that wasn't made by For Us By Us types and maintained some progressive sentiments but no official sponsoring by Progressive Groups, technically violated some unwritten rules. Mike and Bryan, "didn't have the right" to comment on even the "coded" sexism of tribes, real or imagined, and that gave the progressive advocates carte blanche to treat Avatar like it was some sort of western imperialist critique of glorious noble close-to-earth tribalists through, "western lenses."

It's for that reason, and not because, "Sokka is a sexist and that is so cringe so we changed it," that Sokka's sexism storyline is dropped.

Also because "redemption" isn't really a thing among progressives, these days. If you've ever been guilty of saying slurs on social media, the number of your apologies or the amount of different instances of people capturing you kissing Jesse Jackson's ass means nothing, because in your past, they have evidence at your worst, you're capable of doing Bad Things(tm). And why would they bother with you, if you have a history of Bad Things(tm) at your worst? It's just precedent to do them again. So naturally the protagonist you like isn't allowed to have terrible instances or even problems before they're resolved, because they're proof you're capable of relapsing and breaking that way again.

So given the standards, both unspoken and culturally reinforced by those that tout themselves as having "progressive" values, Sokka isn't really allowed to start with some problematic views given he was the oldest and strongest boy left in his dying, war destroyed susstenance living tribal community, all dependent on him hunting and fishing and dealing with a whole tribe of women's very female brand of shit and expectations of him as the only hammer around for all these nails sticking out.

Rather than try and make his sexism less 1970s or 1980s saccharine sweet hamfisted saturday morning cartoon moral, and more well written and better resolved, given more depth, given more nuance and spotlight,

they just dropped it completely.

There were a million different ways they could've chosen to depict it, and simply erasing it because there are too many chefs with very strong and very absolutist views in the kitchen, is one of them.

It's a pity it had to be this way, but honestly, this is probably the best option.