@luxophane @picklecroissantkl
Blame these two.
TW: discussions of cannibalism
Okay. For starters, I'd like to preface this with the fact this a Hypothetical between two consenting and wanting participants. I am not condoning the cannibalism of unwilling or unwanting parties of any kind.
With that out of the way.
We just gonna sleep on how romantic cannibalism is or what? I mean. The action of eating another person or feeding a part of yourself to your beloved is like. How is that not inherantly romantic??
We give parts of ourselves to our partners and lovers all the time, so to shift that giving from metaphorical to Literally, to Physically, is just such a strong thing.
And we can't negate the loving action of feeding someone in general. To sustain them, to energize them, to care for them. With cannibalism you are loving them and making sure they are happy and healthy and eating with an ingredient No One else can give them. But. You.
It's personal. It's special.
You're giving up a small piece of your energy, your physicality, to sustain and tend to your lover in return for them loving you in return for you loving them. It's this little cycle of love and adoration and care that is accentuated by the sharing of the body in a way no one else can.
And it's also gratifying in general for the person giving! It's being able to know Your cells, Your energy, Your matter Specifically is the thing going inside your partner, filling your partner. It's the knowledge of that matter dispersing inside them and adding to the many cells at work inside their body. In this act you are Actively Physically Becoming not only part of them? But an Active part of them.
And no body tell me that doesnt appeal, because it's literally just the appeal of sex but Literally fucking better don't even @ Me.
And the devotion of it. The trust you must have in someone to bare through the potential pain, the recovery of taking a part of yourself to feed your partner, which by all means is no small task and will require aftercare. And that's not even mentioning the scarring of the act which, this will scar. But ohh the mark is such a loving reminder. It's a permanent mark on your body reminding your lover how much you love them and reminding you how happy it made you and them to give up a piece of yourself in such a way!
It's under the exact same vein as getting your partner's name tattooed on your body, but it's so much sweeter because with a tattoo it can feel sort of like.. ownership (which by all means, whatever floats your boat, you do you) but with the scarring of cannibalism it's an implication that you Cared for your partner to do this and that your partner cared enough to take the tissue that your body is missing.
Cannibalism, conceptually, is stupidly fucking romantic and I will die on this hill. If I had the means and pain tolerance to do it, I'd cook a chunk of myself and feed it to my partner, if they so chose to enjoy such a meal, in a heartbeat.
Because it's not Just about "your partner eating human meat". That's not the focus. It's "your partner eating and being sustained By You. You." And if you can't manage to see past the first message to properly enjoy the second then like idk, get better love I guess lol /hj
...
I also have some choice words about consensual romantic murder too.
I think it is important, but fairly obvious, to note that I am mentally ill and reblog Cluster B posts for a reason.
43 notes
·
View notes
╰── gentle persuasion // zayne x fem ── ✩ ── ᴍᴅɴɪꜝ⋅ ⋅
wordcount: 0.9k ▷ lost in admiration // cockwarming.
"must my shirt be off for this?" Zayne questions, one dark brow higher than the other as his lean frame rests agaist the sofa- plush cushions welcoming your combined weight.
You lean forward to lay a warm palm to his cheek, skin cool and tired beneath your fingers, hours of continous work beginning to catch up with the man before you. There's a sense of timidness wrapping around his tongue, it's usually him encouraging you after all. Usually his stern nature coaxing you into better life practices.
"No not really. Not if you dont want to", thumb passing over the bags starting to appear below his sharp eyes "but skin to skin contact eases the mind".
Now, his hands move to rest on your upper thighs- thumbs kneading into your skin to keep himself busy as he grants you persmission with a single nod of his head. It's subtle of course, but it's all you need as your arms cross over your chest to take the hem of your shirt between finger tips and pull it over your head.
Zayne watches with a focused stare, ever the one to pay attention to detail. He watches as your skin pulls taunt across the span of your ribcage, muscles rippling with effort. He watches as your breasts lift on your torso when your elbows hit their highest point, nipples pebbling due to the crisp air- watches as you shake your hair free and they sway on your chest.
A hand moves to pull you further up his lap, closing the distance a little more, "forgive me for staring but.." words getting muddled in his mind, sleep clouding his judgement.
"shh, it's yours to look at" you giggle, making sure to send a wink his direction. He returns it with a smile, barely there as his lids pull shut.
Zayne falls deeper into the embrace below him, aching body finally giving in to some much needed comfort and you follow behind- chest to chest as you rest your entire weight on top of him.
He huffs slightly, not expecting you but it grounds him almost immediately. Renders his mind empty and all he can focus on is you subtly shuffling in his lap to retrieve the blanket that had previously puddled round your hips- draping over his knees. You pull it over your back, clutching the corners in your fists as they tuck behind your lover- effectively covering his shoulders in the process.
Hours pass by as you lay together, your convinced Zaynes asleep until his breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks, "this is nice." It's deadpan, completely lacking emotion but you know him. This is the calmest he's been in weeks.
You hum in response, gentle as it rumbles between the pair of you- deperate not to disturb the peace but he's already began shifting in place. Hips rising to reposition his legs- lack of bloodflow starting to make them tingle.
"hngg-"
It happens before he can stop it. One soft whimper rolling from his tongue when a single well placed hitch causes his cock to bump lightly into your own sex- "im sorry, im not trying to instigat-".
Raising yourself in place, a single finger atop his lips- catching them in a pout as you silence his apologies. "Do you need more?"
"I think, maybe- yeah I do", torn as he stutters through a response. "don't agree for my sake, it's very disrespectful of me".
You roll your eyes, not really annoyed by him at all but wanting to rebuttal his worries that he's overstepping boundaries. "Zayne, look at me.”-tilting his chin towards you as his eyes lock onto your own- "you are my partner. This is consensual. I promise, you are not disrepecting me". He kisses your fingertip as a extension of his acknowledgement, dreamy gaze staying on you.
"keep me warm then, darling."
There's not much room as you squeeze your hand between your stomach and Zaynes- knuckles brushing across his abs, pulling taunt as you do so. It's awkward to release his belt in such close proximity. Metal clasp clanging repeatly as you try to free the buckle with one hand, the other looped in the baby hairs scattering the nape of his neck for stability.
He sighs once his dark dress pants are popped open, thick waistband of his briefs peaking through the now open space- black hair decending just below, "I need a little more room for you".
Zayne says nothing- hooks an arm around your mid section as he elevates your body just enough to meet your hand with his own and push the front of his underwear to rest below his balls, grunting as you descend once more to sit directly on top of his shaft- tip poking into the plush skin of your thigh.
You roll your hips back and forth slightly, enough to feel the stickyness coating the crotch of your own underwear behind the dainty sleep shorts covering your goods- "you're so cold". It's natural for his body to be on the chillier side, and it shocks you everytime.
"I know, take your time"
But you dont want to. Garments being shifted haphazardly to one side and tucked into the crease where leg meets groin as you pump him a couple times and guide him to the heat between your legs- bouncing on his lap as your cunt coats him inch by inch with each repeating motion.
Zayne's skin prickles in response, tiny bumps mapping his entire being at the condtradicting temperatures, "you're so warm"-words mirroring your previous statement. He bottoms out within you, pelvis rotating in a circular motion to offer him stimulation that demands little energy. You had been nearing sleep after all.
Large hands clasp around you. Pushing your back until flushed skin connects, tits squashed and your resettled as you were- noses burried into necks.
"Stay still". and you do, remaining still and obedient as his heavy cock twitches and pulses-wrapped in you in every sense of the word.
©️ please don’t steal, rework or repost my writing ! Just show it some love here instead xo
527 notes
·
View notes