Some of you guys have recommended AO3 for size content. I would like to express dissatisfaction.
The tags on AO3 seem even less suitable than the infamously dumb and frequently intentional mistagging on Giantess World. It's not just giantess tags and associated tags being absent or applied differently.
There's a tag on there for "Reverse Rape." But whenever I have click on that tag as a link, what happens is, the tag search filters this to "Rape." When I am looking at a fic that looks like it is Not Quite What I Want and I want similar things, the last thing my similar-ized search should give me is the exact fucking opposite of the thing I wanted. I understand that AO3 was created by/for biologically female omegaverse goonettes for whom a simple straightforward healthy and wholesome concept like "reverse rape" gets chewed up in fem autism about 3 fictional genders of werewolf penises and how to get men pregnant but be fucking serious that's no real excuse for this type of site behavior.
Tags that you click on should remain the tag that you clicked on when you are attempting to apply a tag based filter. I do not care if there is some complex retarded sequence of things I should have done in addition to or instead of clicking on the tag that I clicked on to get the tagset represented by the tag I clicked on. I also do not care if there is some great big stupid semantic argument about how it is the tag that is wrong. You lose any moralistic leg to stand on when the direct result of your argument is "sexualize real world type rape instead of some fluffy fantasy femdom struggle snuggle saccharine bullshit." I like them sweet struggle snuggles, I know it is a maximally unhealthy and incorrect thing to like but you are not going to convince an experienced pervert buried in the depths of the Mariana Trench of a deep goon that hey it's L-E-G-A-L-L-Y equivalent if the pliars and or shears are in a girl's hands vs a guy's.
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"But I can't test that theory."
"Because you're here now. With me. So all my prayers are fulfilled."
>The silence is pregnant for a full minute.
>If you didn't know better you'd swear you could hear her titan heart beating in her chest
"That is the worst, corniest, fakest Class Reunification Day story I have ever heard."
>A male voice.
>Thank god.
>If a woman said that, some of your friends might throw hands.
>Instead the crowd around the table just kinda laughs and disperses.
>You relax every clenched muscle in your body, one at a time.
>The flop sweat you didn't even know was running down your neck, chest, and arms slowly stops flowing.
>You must smell vile now.
>Especially to any woman.
>They seem hypersensitive to all the different kinds of sweat a man can make. Something about the glands. They can always tell if you've been exercising, overheating, or stress sweating.
>You get out of your chair and extend a hand to your gf.
"Come on. Let's pick up and le--"
>You're swept up into the embrace of a higher power
>For a while, you just breathe together while she holds on.
>Her overpoweringly familiar sour-sweet sweat vanquishes your own vile musk, your presence outmatched even there.
>At first her heart is thuddering hard enough that you can feel her pulse in your own ribs
>It is calm again when she sets you down.
>...thank you, truck-kun.
"But I can't test that theory."
"Because you're here now. With me. So all my prayers are fulfilled."
>The silence is pregnant for a full minute.
>If you didn't know better you'd swear you could hear her titan heart beating in her chest
"That is the worst, corniest, fakest Class Reunification Day story I have ever heard."
>A male voice.
>Thank god.
>If a woman said that, some of your friends might throw hands.
>Instead the crowd around the table just kinda laughs and disperses.
>You relax every clenched muscle in your body, one at a time.
>The flop sweat you didn't even know was running down your neck, chest, and arms slowly stops flowing.
>You must smell vile now.
>Especially to any woman.
>They seem hypersensitive to all the different kinds of sweat a man can make. Something about the glands. They can always tell if you've been exercising, overheating, or stress sweating.
>You get out of your chair and extend a hand to your gf.
"Come on. Let's pick up and le--"
>You're swept up into the embrace of a higher power
>For a while, you just breathe together while she holds on.
>Her overpoweringly familiar sour-sweet sweat vanquishes your own vile musk, your presence outmatched even there.
>At first her heart is thuddering hard enough that you can feel her pulse in your own ribs
>It is calm again when she sets you down.
>...thank you, truck-kun.