#THAT WAS SO FUCKING INFURIATING ARE YOU KIDDING ME

[madamechrissy]

Let me in your ocean, Swim

The five times Sukuna tried to confess his feelings, and the one that works

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Pairings- Sukuna x F reader (both like 23/24)

Summary- You have known Sukuna your entire life, and he's infuriated you for most of it. Since you were kids on a playground he was picking on you, and you decided you hate him (love him!?) little do you know, he's been in love with you since the moment you met. There were five times he tried and epically failed to let you know. You all don't see each other for two years after college, when you run into him on Valentine's day at the bar- and you think, what better for getting jilted tonight then a hate fuck from Sukuna!? But... no, in fact he needs to finally tell you the truth.

CW- enemies to lovers (kinda!?) Sukuna is TERRIBLE at feelings, lowkey a bully when you're younger, go through the five times he tried to tell you (intermingles with the current night) romantic, sweet, angsty and NSFW. Smut at the end and throughout a lot of teasing and tension. warnings- rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral (m and f recieving) fingering, alcohol, use of recreational drugs etc- oneshot!!

Comment to get on the Taglist! Gonna be a LONG one (Same premise/style as Gojo and Geto 5+1- but it's Sukuna SO lol)

You didn’t expect to be sitting alone at a bar for Valentine’s day, but here you are, dressed to the nines in a beautiful glittery black dress, hair done up, makeup perfect on your skin. You have glittery bangles along your wrist, and red bottom heels, you’re as dressed up as you ever got, but right before your date, your boyfriend decided to break things off with you.

Which leads you to this hole in the wall bar, across the street from the fancy restaurant you’d sat at for an hour waiting on him, only to get broken up via text. Sighing, you order another drink, tensing then when you hear it, the damn voice of the man who you simultaneously couldn’t stand and also had it bad for, for years and years, ever since elementary school.

“Tch, what’re you doing here brat?” You glare up at him, but when you see just how good Sukuna looks, after two years of not seeing him? You falter, lips parted just so as he smirks down at you.

However, his heart is pounding in his chest, despite certainly not showing you outwardly, you take his damn breath away. Sukuna has always found you to be the most beautiful, infuriating little creature in existence. And you’ve just gotten more beautiful, which in itself irritates the shit out of him, it was hard enough acting ‘normal’ around you all his life.

But now?

“What’re you doing here, Kuna?” He snorts, rolling ruby red eyes, leaning against the bar with an elbow propped on it, glaring at you.

“Don’t call me that, god.”

“It irritates you, so I will.” You smile up at him, sipping the rest of your drink, which he eyes disparingly.

“What’s that pink shit?”

“Oh, like your hair?” You counter, raising a brow, his jaw sets. “Ya want one, Kuna?”

“No, I don’t want your little bitch drink.” You roll your eyes now, as he sits next to you, and your eyes sweep over his starch white dress shirt and black slacks, stretching over muscles that seemed to have only gotten more pronounced since college.

“Not even my cherry, hmm?” You tease, pulling the marachino out of your cup, dangling it in front of his face.

“That’s long gone, I’m sure, looking all slutty…” He murmurs, right in your ear, you shove at him, scoffing.

“You’re slutty, Sukuna. Pretty sure you fucked a whole sorority last time we caught up?”

“Mmm, rumors, rumors.” He holds up two fingers now. “Gimme something that’s not a little bitch drink, please.”

“So manly, oh heavens!” You pretend to fan yourself and he can’t stop the laughter, but he soon covers it with a glare.

“Get her some more of this pink crap.” He says, and you are a little surprised then, looking at the handsome man who’s had your heart for so long you can’t remember a time before him.

“You buying me a drink?”

“I am buying you a drink. I… it’s been a long time.” He misses you, but the words are caught in his throat.

“It has been a long time. Thank you.” You smile as the bartender hands you another dirty shirley, and hands Sukuna a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He sips at it, eyes darting over your frame, your sexy body that is so well shown in that dress of yours, all he can think of is unzipping it.

“Where’s the boyfriend?” You blink a bit.

“How’d you know I had one?”

Well, Sukuna’s been insta stalking you but he won’t admit it.

“Heard it from our friends, duh. Just because we don’t see each other doesn’t mean I don’t see them.”

“Yeah well, it’s not like… I didn’t want to see you. We left things…”

“Yeah.” He sighs now, running a hand through pastel locks, a hand with black tattoos and black nails, throwing off this corporate vibe he has, something dark about him, but then, there’s always been. “You single on Valentine’s day?”

“I am, officially. Ass of a boyfriend left me across the street via text. And… are you…”

“Yeah, I also got broken up with, but slapped in the face, and in person. Think they planned the shit?” You giggle, shaking your head and sipping your drink, leaning just a bit closer, leg brushing his wide, strong one. He damn near moans just at feeling your body after so, so long.

“Maybe they did. I’ve wanted to see you, though… I just…”

“There’s something I wanted to… tell you. Actually. I thought about calling you, but…”

“Yeah? Calling me?”

“So surprising?”

“You hate me? So yeah.”

Sukuna sighs now, sipping his drink again, looking down into your beautiful eyes, your beautiful face, remembering just all those times he’d ruined it with you. Fuck, since the first moment he met you, he was a dick, and pushed you away, all because the shit he feels terrifies him. And over the years, he’s tried, but he thought you were too far gone, nothing but a regret, a memory.

Something to compare every girl he’s with, never you, are they? There’s no one like you.

But you’re here of all places, and though Sukuna thinks shit like ‘signs’ are the dumbest thing ever, he can’t let this pass, not this time. He takes a breath and his lips part, his fingers then brush your hair back, something far too gentle for Sukuna, something that makes your eyes dilate, your little gasp so sexy he can’t think.

“You trying to fuck me tonight?” You ask, and he chuckles, the gentle brush now a rough grip in your hair, leaning over you.

You taste the whiskey on his breath, you feel his lips so close, your breaths mingling, as your hand comes to his shirt, balling the fancy material in your little fist. “That what you want, brat? Me to fuck you finally?”

“Maybe I do.” He freezes then, blinking long lashes, leaning even closer, free hand gripping your waist in the crowded bar. “A hate fuck? Sounds like the perfect thing to forget tonight.”

“Hate fuck, huh?”

What you don’t know is, Sukuna is in love with you.

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[7brownsuga7]

Santas naughty little helper (Toji Christmas special)

Summary: Toji fucks you dressed as Santa during work hours. Oops

Note: okay so I know Christmas is over but I JUST found this in my drafts and I’m not waiting a whole year to post this. So enjoy Santa Toji💋 Mimi -

You knew Toji was picking up extra jobs to earn more cash, but you didn’t expect to see him dressed as Santa in the neighborhood. You’d never seen a Santa as fit as Toji before, but you weren’t complaining. Neither were the kids—at least they got to see Santa in the end.

After waiting in line, it was finally your turn. You sat on his lap, giggling at the fake beard glued to his face. He had noticed you earlier in the queue, his cock instantly hardening in his pants, and the moment you sat down, his eyes darkened, and something shifted in his expression.

You settle down on his lap, feeling the strength of his thighs under you. “You’ve been working hard Santa”, you teased, voice low enough only for him to hear.

Toji leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he growled, "Careful, sweetheart, or i’ll show you just how hard Santa can get." His hand settled firmly on your waist, fingers squeezing just enough to send a spark of heat through you.

You giggled, leaning back to trace a finger along his chest. "What, in front of all these kids?"

His dark chuckle sent a shiver down your spine.“Santa needs a break, kids,” he suddenly announced, his voice low and gravelly as he stood abruptly, effortlessly pulling you along with him. The kids groaned in disappointment, but Toji was already steering you toward the back of the makeshift Santa grotto.

The moment you were out of sight, Toji pressed you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that took your breath away. His hands roamed possessively, tugging your hips against his. "You just had to tease me, didn't you?" he muttered, his voice low and full of heat.

You gasped as his hand slid under your skirt, rough fingers teasing along your thighs. "Toji, someone could catch us," you whispered, but the thrill in your voice betrayed you.

"Let them," he growled, nipping at your neck. "They'll just see Santa taking what's his."

You barely had time to process what was happening before Toji's lips crashed into yours, his kiss hot and demanding. He pushed you firmly against the door, his body towering over you. His hand cupping the back of your neck while the other grips your hip, pulling you hard against him. The fake beard brushed against your skin, but you couldn't care less, it was the fire in his kiss, the raw hunger, that had you melting under him.

"Walking in here looking like that, all innocent, how long were you planning on teasing me?"

Your cheeks flushed, but you smirked up at him, sliding your hands down his chest to play with the buckle of his belt. "Maybe I just wanted to see how long it would take Santa to snap."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver through you. "Oh, you're going to regret that, sweetheart."

In one swift motion, he spins you around, pressing your chest against the cool door.

His hands are everywhere, roaming your sides, gripping your thighs, trailing up your skirt. You gasp when he smacks your ass, the sharp sting making heat pool in your core.

"Toji!" you hissed, glancing back at him with wide eyes.

"What?" he teased, mocking an innocent tone as he slides your panties down your legs. "You said you wanted Santa to snap. Don't act shy now."

He drops to his knees behind you, his rough hands parting your thighs as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His beard scrapes lightly against you, a sharp contrast to the soft heat of his tongue as he licks a slow, teasing line along your folds.

"Fuck," you whimper, your forehead pressing against the door as he works you over, his tongue circling your clit with infuriating precision. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as you buck against his mouth.

“Keep still” he grunts, tilting his face slightly to get a better angle.

But you can’t, it’s too much, he’s always known how to work his tongue. You can feel your wetness, the cold air hitting your bare skin, despite the heat of his mouth on you.

"You taste so good," he murmurs, his voice muffled against you. "I could stay down here all day."

But you weren't sure how much more you could take, your body trembling as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

When his lips wrap around your clit and suck on the sensitive skin, you cry out, your release crashing over you in waves.

You’re still catching your breath as he stands up, his belt already undone and his cock springing free. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he presses his length against your soaked pussy.

"Ready to really feel Santa's 'gift'?" he teases, sliding just the tip in before pulling back out again.

"Toji, please," you whimper, pushing your hips back against him.

"Begging already?" he chuckles darkly, gripping your hips as he thrust into you fully.

You both groan at the feeling, his cock stretching you perfectly. "That's more like it."

His pace is brutal. His hips snapping against yours as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the small room.

Each thrust pushes you harder against the door, your hands scrambling for support as he drives you higher and higher.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, his grip on your curvy hips sure to leave bruises. "You feel so good, baby."

Your moans were uncontrollable now, with every thrust you can feel yourself closer and closer to the edge. Toji reaches around to rub quick, firm circles against your clit, and it isn’t long before you’re coming undone again, your walls clenching around him as you cry out his name.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough as he chases his own release. A few more thrusts, and he’s spilling into you with a deep groan, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he catches his breath.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that, tangled together in the aftermath. Then Toji leans back, a smug grin spreading across his face as he pulls out.

"Looks like Santa gave you exactly what you needed," he said, tucking himself back into his pants.

You roll your eyes but couldn't fight the smile tugging at your lips. "You're annoying."

"And you love it," he shoots back, helping you straighten your clothes. "Now, be a good girl and wait for me at home. Santa's got a few more kids to disappoint before he's done for the night."

[parlerenfleurs]

Ooooohhh, oh I'm so excited someone is tackling this because it has bothered me for soooo long how she writes women...

Have you considered dipping into other works of hers to see patterns more clearly? In the Soldier Son there's a female character who I found interesting (but I read it years ago so I don't know what I would think of it now). She's part of a people who lives in the forest naked all summer, and only dressing against the cold. They don't give any weight to parenthood, so the fact that she gave birth to a kid who is also there is only important for characters outside of their culture, the kid doesn't understand why the hero refers to her as "your mother" when talking to him about her. The kid knows she birthed him but thinks it's weird to think of her as the one who birthed him. She and her people are extremely free about sex and this is treated as a welcome contrast to the rigid society of the hero's (to be noted: I don't think anyone has more than one sexual partner at a time though).

In Cloven Hooves, everything is sooo steeped in her obsessions about gender and feminity, and that interesting dichotomy between "nature" and "civilisation", where civilisation is everything that is "bad" about feminity (vapidness, liking pretty things, being helpless...) and "nature" is being strong, no-nonsense etc. Somehow, interestingly, in the end nature dictates that sex ought to be about reproduction and motherhood. Lol. So here's how you can include Hobb's breeding kink 👍🏼

About rape, I feel like it's part of a larger societal tendency: women being raped is a fact of life - we're used to it, to images of it, descriptions, depictions of it. But men being raped is unseemly, and even taboo. Fantasy almost never even talks about it, men typically stay hush about it when it happens to them because of the stigma attached (the guy in Withywood the raiders rape is treated as if it's an even greater shame than all the women and girls it happened to).

But personally, I do have a bone to pick about how she handles rape, because it somewhat feels like something that happens to sober up stupid girls, sometimes. Althea is curious and horny and has a crush and so she gets a lousy first time with an uncaring partner, then several disappointing experiences before she gets to experience "real" sex. As I've ranted about before, Shine's case infuriates me because when she finally calms the fuck down it's because she is traumatised and accepts to shut up, sit down, and quit the love of pretty clothes etc.

so i'm writing my undergrad thesis on rote. specifically on the women of rote, specifically analyzing (and, let's be real, mostly criticizing) the ways in which hobb chooses to write them. i have a general idea of the structure and the things i'm going to write about BUT if anyone want to pitch in with anything i might've missed that you consider striking about the way the women of rote are written (be it positive or negative!) feel free to

so far i've got an outline of touching upon:

1. an overview of the ways in which different countries treat women - e.g. the six duchies being more inclusive than the cursed shores, the contrast between the violent patriarchy of chalced and the stern matriarchy of the outislands

2. sex and sexuality - this one is complicated. i have a lot to say, about molly representing the ideal woman wife and mother, about how the female characters who tend to sleep around are painted as either misguided victims of former sexual abuse (althea, starling) or just flat out written in a way that is so Vindictive (also starling, and jerd) as if hobb's catholicism doesn't know how else to handle those characters apart from turning them into rude, annoying, unreasonable people who the reader is urged to dislike

3. motherhood, the good the bad and the ugly of it. women long for children. they suffer through miscarriages (kettricken, malta), they are blamed for not being able to bear children (alise, patience) - but at the end of the day, children are always in the picture one way or another. apart from, off the top of my head - alise, jek and serilla, almost every other woman ends up a mother (i'm counting patience as a mom!) which isn't a problem on its own, but. when characters who speak openly about not wanting a typical family and who aren't pleased about having children become mothers anyway (althea). when women who have been infertile most of their life become mothers anyway (starling). when even the sidest of side characters Have to become mothers (laurel, jerd) then really, it makes you pause for a bit

4. rape. i don't have a bone to pick with how hobb approaches sexual assault, per se, because the way she feels about it is very clear, but still. god. althea, malta, serilla, thymara, alise, shine, etta, starling, chassim. and the difference between hobb's male and female victims of rape seems to be that the male counterparts always suffer off-page, while you most often have to look the women's abuse straight in the eyes as the reader. i have yet to sit down and really Think about why that is but i'm sure there's a conclusion to be reached

5. gender in general - i have an inkling that hobb views gender as a performance (which, i mean, yeah) or as a role one can step in and out of (think ash/spark) but assfate era beloved is particulary fascinating when it comes to this. i can't quite pick apart whether it's hobb or fitz's urge to constantly compartmentalize beloved's existence but every scene where amber takes her makeup off and changes into a pair of pants and the pronouns immediately switch back to he/him is so hilarious. is woman when makeup and skirt and dress? and man when pants? something to be said about this for sure

i think that's most of what i have on my mind so far?? i've spent so much of my free time thinking about this i'm glad i get to turn it into something useful

[many-gay-magpies]

WHAT IN THE GODDAMN FUCKING HELLSHIT WAS THAT

[mother-of-houseplants-2]

when will people stop talking about 'former gifted kid syndrome' like it's just "i used to be smart and now i'm not wah wah wah" and start talking about what it really is, which is "people expected perfection from me my whole life with no support and now i'm struggling as a grown up with no support"

[bookinit02]

i should not have reblogged The Dress it still to this day legitimately makes me so angry

[daradiostarzz]

Watching literally my 4 children getting ragged to hell by this shit writing in this series is seriously like watching puppies getting drowned wtf is this series on bro....

[jadedaegis]

people really slept so fucking hard on Star Fox: Adventures and I will die on that hill. The reason Star Fox never has any sequels is because the fans seem to demand that they re-invent the wheel and just release "Star Fox 64 but better" (whatever that means) Like- Seriously. Imagine a re-interpretation where, perhaps, Krystal isn't locked up. Give her the staff to manipulate the Blue Guy Avatar-ass mystic temples. THERE ARE MAMMOTHS AND TRICERATOPS AND STEGOSAURS AND TYRANNOSAURS ALL ON THE SAME ASS PLANET THIS IMPLIES A LOGIC OF "oh, hey, no-one actually gave a shit about when the period was!" WHICH MEANS A RE-IMAGINING COULD INCORPORATE, I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE FUCKING CAMBRIAN AND PERMIAN AND TRIASSIC CRITTERS.

[asterdeer]

richard's relationship with money is so interesting to me despite/because of how vague and nonspecific it is in canon. which only makes sense because the show isn't interested in richard's backstory at ALL and, it being an audio medium, it can't exactly give many context clues like wardrobe/style or what his apartment/house looks like. but it's like......... he doesn't have interests, he dabbles in money-making activities. i am practically forced to assume that his mention of being good at pool also = a side hustle. his estranged dad up and left him a house and a paid ride to college. at this point he's way better off than he's ever been -- after 18 years of living with two separate conmen and a mother who doesn't care about him in mediocre apartments, he's suddenly on his own with his future out in front of him, and....... he STILL takes very risky grade-changing jobs for money? like he bypasses getting a regular college job and goes straight to petty crime? and apparently "far worse" crimes??? it's such an interesting balance between craving the security of Having Money and being pathologically unable to get it in a "normal" "safe" way. he doesn't even do anything with it in canon, he just GETS it. he isn't even buying lucy's drinks himself!!!! obviously even richard has bills to pay (which is. very funny to me. sorry that i think 19-year-old college era richard is the funniest person to ever exist, gremlin who's only ever lived in an apartment with his mother, sister, and mother's rotating cast of boyfriends, suddenly has a whole ass house dumped in his lap on his 18th birthday in exchange for his whole ass father's wholesale abandonment of him, has to figure out how to pay utility bills on his own, maybe thinks about getting a barista job or whatever kids did in the 80s, record shop clerk job?? and then nopes past it and picks "exploiting a child genius" as a career path instead. what a fucking legend. i also think he murdered people for money a couple times but that's just me) sorry i've lost the plot of this post thinking about campbell county community college computers richard. imagine being the people at the 5 Cs in charge of hiring STUDENT COUNSELORS and seeing richard maxwell strut into his interview and thinking "yes this 18-year-old suspiciously home-owning kid who talks like a john hughes movie antagonist and is currently his kid sister's very much illegal guardian is the perfect fit for our emotionally and socially fragile 11-year-old resident genius. what could go wrong" and then they have to pay for nicholas adamsworth's therapy sessions for the next 5 years because richard maxwell was what could go wrong. fuck. "waylaid in the windy city" maybe be my personal favorite richard but pre- and mid-"eugene's dilemma" richard is definitely the weirdest and funniest

[cosmicredcadet]

I think that "it's not that school never taught you, it's that you forgot/weren't paying attention" and "The United States school system changes drastically district to district, which has made it so everyone is taught drastically different things in school and for some schools they really just did not teach certain things that others were" can both be true and to ignore one in favor of the other doesn't fix any issues both of these situations bring up.

[towlerknows]

x

[ahalliance]

mentally wishing on you the power to explode twitter users with your mind

thank youuuu i genuinely wish i could atp im so tired 😭 so exhausted fed up with peoples’ atrocious double standards genuinely please be fucking normal why do you hate women so bad

[better-in-pencil]

so tumblr just recommend a terf post to me, supposedly ‘based on my likes!’…. tumblr please tell me what the hell I liked, so I can unfucking like it.

Anyways while we’re here, a reminder, transphobes/terfs/radfems you are not welcome on my blog please fuck off

[zmaragdos]

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[izzibeeb]

I was talking to my mom today and she was like “Yeah one of my friends asked if you could babysit for her again and I had to tell her that’s not really your thing” and we laughed about it for a bit because I kind of have this kind of weird aversion to babysitting and I’m one of my only friends who’s never babysat before and I was like “Hey how often do you get these texts about my brother, I feel like I’ve never seen him babysit either” and she was like “Oh well they don’t ask about him! Babysitting is a girl thing!”

??????????????? Keep in mind this woman is a fully self-proclaimed feminist, woman in a male dominated field and everything. And she just said it so nonchalantly???? And shes been shaming me for YEARS about not wanting to babysit saying “Oh it’s not as bad as you think it is just try it” and “You’ll probably be fine at it you love your little cousins” and “What other job do you think you’ll be able to get” and “You should have tried it by now you’re gonna have to learn to watch kids eventually” and my brother has apparently NEVER had to deal with this???

and I was like “Oh well do people ask him about jobs then what jobs do boys do?” and she said “Landscaping.” LANDSCAPING???? FUCKING LANDSCAPING??? I COULDVE BEEN DOING LANDSCAPING MY WHOLE LIFE???? THATS SO MUCH EASIER THAN BABYSITTING ???? IVE HAD TO LIVE WITH SO MUCH EMBARRASSMENT AND SHAME OVER NOT WANTING TO TAKE THE RISK OF HAVING A TINY FRAGILE HUMAN LIFE REST SOLELY IN MY POTENTIALLY INCOMPETENT HANDS WHILE MY BROTHER GETS TO GET BY MOWING PEOPLES GODDAMN LAWNS????? AND MAYBE REPAIRING THEIR DECKS WITH THE HELP OF ANOTHER ADULT???? HELLO?????

[treesbymccafferty]

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