#me when I don't view women as people what the fuck

[miwiheroes]

Dropping Byler Evidence Every Day Until Season 5

Day 6: Parallels with Rovickie

Other than the obvious one--being that Vickie has a boyfriend and Robin is jealous/ put between them--there are actually way more parallels to Rockie than I originally thought, which is why I decided to make a whole post about them!

Again, I'm gonna be stating how intentional I think each parallel is. Even if it's not intentional, it's still a proof because it's the fact they are using the same tropes for two pairings shows that they are both supposed to be seen as romantic.

1. Being Between Them

Very very intentional. The framing is the exact same except Robin is not blurred while Will is blurred. AND the fact that it's a queer character between a straight relationship as well what the actuallllll freak. The difference is the fact that Wills blurred but Robin isn't. Robin is shown to be miserable in this scene, while Will is actually happy in this scene because he is seeing El again.

2. Basically the same conversation

I also think this is kind of intentional, it's tooooo similar not to kind of be inspired by Mike's speech. Obviously, Mike is more of a main character than Vickie so I think that they decided to make her do the same thing as him because the writers see this situation as similar. It's also interesting that she, in this conversation, is talking about how much she should have broken up with her boyfriend earlier. Maybe that gives us a little insight into what Mike is feeling too :)))

ALSO ALSO the bit at the end where Vickie goes "sorry I am rambling while there are people suffering" is literally THE SAME as what Mike says when he goes "it's so stupid given everything that's going on", basically showing they both don't view their relationships as important.

3. The Gay Food Jokes

The 'try before you deny' joke is already kindofsus, but it can easily be argued against as just a little throw away line that is just meant to be a lil bit of banter. Then you see the way that Vickie says "I've made a peanut butter on peanut butter monstrosity" while both queer women are talking to each other. You see the way this kind of sounds similar to Mike going "That's blasphemous, putting fruit on pizza" before the people around him go "Try before you deny" like HAJHDGAJHSGD..... So they have the potential to make queer jokes do they??? Ones that are kind of subtle enough that only queer people pick up on them?? Yessir

4. The Same Look

I don't know if this is totally intentional but it's so perfect <3 Just two gays giving a little smile before looking away quickly teehee giggling kicking my feet.

(im not even adding analysis at this point lmao)

5. 'Cool'.

(also couldnt get a caption for this one but u know what they're saying)

Oh my god I literally yelled when I came across this while watching the scene, not expecting anything else to come up ADGAHJSDG

This is intentional to me. I think the way that the camera is right on Robin's face, the way she says the words, she just seems so IN LOVE and you can definitely see the same (if not more) in love look on Byler's faces when they say the same words. If you can see Robin saying this to Vickie as romantic and as evidence for reciprocated love, then you should definitely see the same for when Mike and Will both say it to each other.

Now that we have gotten confirmation that Robin, Vickie, Will and Mike will all be in the same scenes during season 5, I am even more excited for more parallels between two different flavours of queer couple living their best lives <3 thankyew

GUYS IVE DONE SO MUCH BYLER ANALYSIS TODAY HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY BRAIN IS FULLLL EVERYONE CLAP ME ON THE BACK AHDGAHSJGDHA

[jinkieswouldyoulookatthis]

Okay, this, as always, a lot, so I'm going to try my best to reply to the core conversation because if I try to reply to all of this my ADHD is gonna tie me up in knots. I'm also putting this under a cut to help with the overall post length.

If you think that Dean's terrible decision to wipe Lisa and Ben's memories of him, was misogynistic then we are coming at this from really different definitions. Because Dean has a habit of making sweeping, life-altering decisions for other people without taking them or their wishes into account, he overrides or just doesn't consider them <- and this notably includes his brother. This is not based on Lisa being female, Dean just prioritizes his own emotions over other people's everything. If I read this correctly, you said that you were sympathetic to Dean's decision to force Sam to let Gadreel possess him, even though you knew it wasn't going to work out well. But Dean removing himself entirely from Lisa and Ben's lives, wiping all of their memories of him, something that he, right or wrong, felt was the only way to save them from himself and the epic levels of disaster that follow him, was a bridge too far and, somehow, misogynistic? However you're making this distinction does not make sense to me.

Misogyny literally means hatred of women, from the Greek root words misein “to hate” and gyne “woman”. And yeah, I know that root words don't entirely determine current definitions or common usage, but, there is that particular layer to the definition of misogyny that sets it apart from the definition of sexism.

Yes, we are all swimming in an ocean of patriarchy and it really isn't a matter of "all men" for anything, because humans are nuanced and complicated. We also learn and grow, but also, too often, get damaged and hurt along the way. Or decide to "play along" rather than stand up against the shitty things other people say, for a whole host of possible reasons. Anyone is capable of doing something, or thinking something, or saying something that is misogynistic. Just occasionally falling into that doesn't equal "being a misogynist" either. For that label to stick, one would have to have a persistent track record of saying and doing (and thus thinking) misogynistic things, proving that they actually do harbor a hatred or negative view of women in general. There are different levels to all of this nuance that are easier to discuss and to avoid miscommunication, to discuss more effectively, when we utilize words with nuanced differences to their meanings.

Some of what you talked about would definitely fall into the misogyny bucket, yes. But some of it wouldn't, some of it is better defined as sexism, while some of it I'm not even sure has anything to do with gender really at all.

I feel like I need to convey my sympathy for the personal experiences that you shared, I don't want to gloss over or ignore it. While I have never been in exactly that sort of situation, I have had friends say some out of fucking line shit to me. Sometimes we were in a situation where I was able to call them out on it, and so I did. Other times, I let stuff slide because I did not feel safe standing up for myself, or standing up against something awful being lobbed at me. So I do get that. It sucks. What your partner said was, truly, horrifying, at least from where I'm standing, and I can only imagine the effect that would have had and likely still has, to some degree, on you.

I am not saying that all the things that happened in the show and on the set for the show were never inappropriate or never wrong/bad, because people are complex and there are a lot of layers to most everything. And, as I mentioned in my original post, sexism was definitely at play. I still think that the majority of what people call misogyny is actually better defined by the word sexism, and that the overuse of misogyny muddies up the meanings of these words and makes it so that when I say, "That's not misogyny, it's sexism," what people seem to hear is, somehow, that I'm brushing off everything as not problematic.

So, to be clear, something doesn't need to be labeled misogyny to be problematic. Sexism is still very problematic.

And, yes, definitions of words change over time. Hopefully this happens as our understanding of situations evolve. But, what I am seeing in the prevalence of the preferred, nearly exclusive, use of "misogyny," with nary a use of the word "sexism" to be seen, is that we are actually losing important nuance. You and everyone else, are free to use whatever word you think best fits, of course. But I'm probably going to be sitting over here thinking that this whole conversation would be clearer and much more effective if we kept both words in play.

Cool, since the OP made the post non-reblogable, I'm just going to put this here...

Again, not saying it's not sexist. I actually literally said it was (as can be seen in this handy dandy highlighted screenshot of my post they were responding to. It's just not misogynistic. OP seems to have completely missed that distinction. Oh no, wait, they didn't miss it they commented on it in their tags...

Yeah, the terms have been being muddied up for a long while, but if no one ever pushes back on that, then we will lose the distinction and any hope of having an educated or nuanced conversation might as well be flung out the window. Ffs. Yes, word usage changes, and evolves, but not all changes or evolutions are good things.

Sam and Dean have sexist baggage. Dean more than Sam. And that is because Kripke and the writers and producers and directors and just a lot of people in general, have sexist baggage. So call it sexist. I mean, why the insistence on specifically using the word with the worse layers of meaning, when those worse layers don't actually seem to apply???

Obviously, this isn't just this one person, so many people do this. And I'm not picking on this one person, which is why I'm not tagging them and really don't care if they see this or not. I'm griping simply from my own frustration at how willfully reductive people in general are.

[luxrayz64]

i think jigsaw would be pro life he's so petty and puts people in traps for literally anything he would absolutely put someone in a trap for getting an abortion

[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

Of my 2% capacity to be attracted to anyone, my type is like 90% women, 5% pretty men and 5% men you would swear are super fucking manly, and never questioned being straight and cis, but are now suddenly *stressed* that they can't figure out why their attraction to me [fully socially interpreted as a woman and labelled that way up until relatively recently] feels incredibly fucking gay

[purpldawne]

when vil said "don't look at me with those eyes" then went "ill just make everyone else uglier"immediately after. i felt that

[trash-and-trash-accessories]

I do want to note that the whole "women are allowed to dress masculine and wear trousers" thing needs to be viewed in its historical context:

People fought for generations to be allowed to dress that way. They fought hard to be allowed to wear pants. Blue jeans were a symbol of feminist revolution. Women were barred from workplaces and schools for wearing them.

This is not some a natural fact that women dressing masculine is less shocking and humiliating. That normalization was fought for and hard-won.

And yet so many people erase the struggles of those people who fought to make that happen and pretend that it's just normal and natural that people don't see women "dressed like men" as ridiculous.

The Marriage of Figaro has what's called a "breeches role" which is a woman wearing men's clothes playing am ale role. This was done partly due to the vocal range requirements, but in many cases it was done comedically. It was risque and sexualized or comic relief that a woman was dressed as a man.

Anti-suffragette posters mock women wearing pants - well they were bloomers and split skirts back then - and mocking more masculine cut styles of clothes. This was meant to portray this as ridiculous.

They mocked the "new woman" in Weimar Germany, lamenting that they were too masculine.

This is a political cartoon from the 1920s depicting a woman in masculine dress deciding which bathroom to use:

Sorry but you're erasing these struggles and flattening history when you say this shit.

Women were killed and institutionalized in the struggle to make this happen. It really fucking bothers me the way it's framed as "people just don't find it as weird when women dress masculine."

Yes they fucking did. Until women and transmasculine people fought for their right to wear what they want. It's normalized because people struggled to normalize it.

And it's not normal everywhere. There are many countries where it's still illegal for women to wear pants. Afghanistan, for example.

Even in the US, it's forbidden and considered ridiculous in groups like the FLDS, the Amish, and the Hutterites.

We are flattening and erasing the struggles of women when we say these things. I know we're trying to build theory here but you can't build solid theory on a foundation of lies.

[kousanosgf]

men, minors dni

councilor!sevika x assistant!reader headcanons

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ getting together　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

i have too many thoughts about miss councilor sevika (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

◗ 　they get on each other's nervs at first. sevika is still too new for her position and the need to prove herself to the most of the council drives her insane, cause those fucks are hella dense. so she's constantly on the edge, trying to wiggle between mentally fighting for her people on the meetings and actually taking part in rebuilding of zaun. and sometimes (or a lot of times) sevika sees reader as just another nuisances and a person who's ready to judge her just because she's not from piltover

◗ 　reader on the other hand just can't comprehend sevika's nature. she was raised and worked for years in a more "higher context culture" if you can call it so, so she's shoked how straight to the point sevika is, often taking it as nothing but rudeness. reader also can't say much to sevika, since she can't make herself speak up, taught to be respecrful and obedient to her supiriors, leaving a lot of space to passive aggression

◗ 　 they're taking all the first places in the misunderstanding and miscommunication competition

◗ 　sevika hates how reader is set on the formal speech with her. "stop calling me councilor" "that's who you are" "yeah but you don't have to say it in every sentence, you sound like some wind-up toy" "okay, ma'am, I'll take you wish into account".

◗ 　she realises that reader calling her "ma'am" is worse but not for the same reasons

◗ 　 their relationship is very much about learning and understanding each other and those around you. mostly for reader, cause she was brought up with a mindset of zaunites being someone lesser. and even though she follows etiquette, trying to be polite and serve as a perfect assistant, cause her whole life she dreamed of working with someone who changes other people's lifes, or even being that person, she can be judgmental towards sevika, refusing to see her point of view properly

◗ 　 eventually they get closer and more comfortable with each other, which means reader drops her nice formal persona with her passive aggressiveness, and they actually menage to solve more problems while arguing and letting the steam out than just walking around on eggshells for days

◗ 　 that's when sevika starts fall for reader. it's like reader's mask slipped and she can finally see a real person and not a workaholic machine. she loves how both sassy and caring reader can be. their fights now end in laughter and omg they also can say sorry to each other

◗ 　 sevika insists on brining reader to any important event, where plus one is required. because reader helps her monitor her actions and gives helpful insides of other participants of course, not because she just wants to spend time with her, definitely not

◗ 　and reader is oblivious™. she's so happy, she finally doesn't hate her work and her and sevika can even be called friends, she doesn't notice any move sevika makes, simply thinking it's nothing but platonic gestures

◗ 　 eventually she snaps. "are you straight?" "what?" "i asked around, and people said you're into women. did they lie?" "n-no" "then what?" "what what?" "if it's just me you don't like you could've said so"

◗ 　 reader is of course shocked. she has to take couple of days off, embarrassed with how blind she was and to think the situation through

◗ 　 next time they meet reader refuses sevika, saying it's not right to have a romantic involvement with any colleague, especially not with your boss. sevika understands and agrees

◗ 　 well actually she doesn't. a compliment here, a touch there. sevika does nothing too provocative so reader can't say she's acting improper. but she's just playing a long game

◗ 　 and yes, it works. months of teasing ruins poor reader's morals. flustered and very much horny she tugs sevika into a kiss on just a normal tuesday in councilor's office

◗ they may or may not have sex right there they definitely do

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kay, a bit messy. definitely gonna do part two or a full drubble with them later

[n0t-y0ur-piece-0f-cake]

The study of human social behaviour

Summary: you get kidnapped by Yautja, as well as some other people. You try to escape but in a twisted turn of events, you end up being an aliens mate for life.

Fem reader x male yautja

Warnings: NSFW, kidnapping, non-con/rape, violence, death, swearing, metion of forced pregnancy

MDNI / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

For everyone else: read at own risk

Not proof read, English is not my first language

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"I remembered how I was sitting at my dining table, eating.

Just minding my business and trying to calm down from my stressful day at work. But everything changed with a sudden white light illuminating my surroundings completely." I said, looking into everyone's faces. We sat in a circle. On the cold white ground. What seemed to be LED lights shone so bright, it hurt my eyes at the beginning. Now my eyes didn't mind anymore. The walls were empty and cold.

I turned to look behind me. Looked at the big glass where these aliens are probably observing us. "And that's how I ended up here, in this room. That's all I know." My glance shifted right back at the group. We were three women and three men. Some acknowledged my story by nodding, others by just looking at me wide eyed. I was last to tell. Their stories weren't any diffrent. All of them experienced that white illuminating light. And then they were waking up in here.

I have no idea how long we've already been here. But probably not even a day. Neither do I have any idea what these aliens want from us. Or if they would be happy to tell us, if they even know our tongue.

For now we just sat around. Trying to wrap our mind around what we should do. What THEY would do. One guy threw in a idiotic plan on how he would try to escape, which was quickly shut down and discouraged by us. Why? Because we already saw these aliens. We saw how they were built and could easily lift a out of hand human, to throw them out. The guy they threw out was here again, but he was now quiet. I don't know what they did to him. He doesn't tell either.

After a while our conversations got more quiet, less frequent. I personally was frustrated there was nothing to pass time here. Frustrated I still don't know what the fuck they want. I was laying on the ground for a while now. Others laying too, or sitting against the wall. Suddenly the lights dimmed. I jump up and look around. See if I can spot any differences. Nothing. After a few seconds a big plate from underneath the viewing window was brought into the room. On it were various kind of fruits and vegetables from earth. We all looked at each other. Confused. Should we eat it? Is it poisoned? A woman took the first step. "I'm hungry!", she exclaimed. She took a Mango and bit right in it, peeling the skin then, when she punctured the Mango.

Everyone else followed. I did so too, grabbing an apple, inspecting it. I stood close to the viewing window. Out of curiosity I pressed my forehead against it, I could see the shape of these aliens. They stared at me. Noting something in their, what seemed to be, computers. I sat down on the ground. Just like everyone else. We were now gathered around the plate containing food.

After what seemed to be another hour, the light turned even more dim. Enough to see, but significantly more darker. "I have to use the toilet. Real bad", one of the guys said. "Use the corner?" The other guy said. One girl got mad and made a gagging sound "Are you crazy?" "Well where else is he supposed to go? There's nothing here!"

I look up at the window, and point at it. "Maybe we can ask them?" "Oh sure. Please mister or misses alien, give us a toilet." The guy who had to pee said mockingly. The girl that was still quiet since the beginning sighed and said we should give it a try. She stood up. She looked at all of us, unsure if she should really do it. I nodded. The pee guy nodded too. "Toilet! We need a toilet!" She screamed at the window. Nothing happened. I look through the window again making sure someone is even on the other side. Which yes they are. I look at the girl. "Do it again", I said. She screamed again. This time I joined in and banged my fist against the window. The guy who had to pee chuckled and mocked us again.

Suddenly the big plate was taken back. The sound of a motor made us all go quiet. We looked at where the sound came from. We all starred in awe as a new small room in a corner was build. The new walls including a door came out of the big walls. The motor kept whirring until it seemed to lock in. The guy who had to pee stood up and bolted for that room. As he opened the door he screamed out in ecstasy. "It's an actual fucking bathroom!" He slammed the door, locking it and doing his thing. We could hear muffled yelling. "It has a shower and everything, holy shit!"

The girl who was screaming at the window to get a toilet sat down again. We were all still in our spot. And the rest of the room was still empty. We were all in that corner as if the rest of the room is bad. The guy came back from his bathroom break. Sat down with us as well. I didn't know anyone. Not even their names. Would it be awkward to ask now? Whatever. I'll do it. "I'm Y/N."

They looked up at me. Silence.

"I'm Dave", said the pee guy. "Rachel." The girl that screamed but was always silent.

"Maria", she smiled as she said her name. The girl that was disgusted by the 'pee in the corner suggestion'. "Alexander. But Alex is cool too" said the guy who had lost his temper at the start and was taken by these aliens to god knows where but brought back.

The guy who suggested Dave to pee in the corner sighed. "Nick."

"Is that short for anything?" Maria asked. "Nicklas." Silence again. So now we know each others names. I was tired. I layed down. Some others followed soon after. Motor whirring came up again. We jumped up to look. Out of the wall came beds. For everyone one. They were lined up next to each other on one wall, next to the bathroom. We looked at each other again. We slowly stood up and went over. A fight soon came to ensue. No one wanted to sleep right next to the window. "One of the men have to go on that bed!" Rachel stood her ground. "Nuh uh", said Nick, "I won't let them grab me first!"

"There's not even a door there! To be frank the door is over there!", Dave pointed at the other wall, the door was disguised. The wall plate was over it, covering the door. We all know. Because Alex was taken through it. "Nick, they're always gonna be watching us, everyone of us. It doesn't matter." I said. Nick turned to me. "Then go ahead and sleep on this bed. It's all yours."

I rolled my eyes. I looked at it. At all of them. None of them had blankets. Only pillows and a matress. I nodded. "Fine." Since this discussing was over we all just laid down. Alex still sat on the foot end of his bed. Starring at the opposite wall and where the door is. I was too tired to hold more conversation today. And I don't want to push him. So I just fell asleep.

The next day was more of the same. Our day was started by being woken up by motor whirring sound. Another plate with the same food being brought in. But instead of grabbing something everyone groaned and made a run for the bathroom. Some were faster some slower. I stood up slowly. I didn't have to pee that badly. I passed Alex bed. He was still laying in it. Eyes closed. Snoring. He's a deep sleeper. The line became smaller and smaller. And at last we were all gathered around the table and eating. Except for Alex.

"What did he see?" Maria asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders. Silence. Maybe no one wanted to keep talking about it because maybe these aliens will get mad. Understandable. We left some food for Alex on the plate. As we stood up and went back to our respective beds to sit down on soft ground the motor starter whirring again. The plate with Alex's food was taken back. Since I was closest to the window and the plate I jumped up and grabbed the left overs before it was fully gone.

I placed it at the foot end of my bed. Waiting on my bed for anything to happen. Dave stood up and banged his fist at the window. "We're bored!" Maria rolled her eyes. There was no reaction even after a while. "Ask for something specific." Rachel said. I nod. "Oh! Like a PC or something." We all looked at Maria's comment. "A PC? What would you want with that? I doubt they have earth Internet access or would allow us to use theirs. If they even have that." Dave said.

"Well they do have PCs so I think they might have Internet? But... yeah. Ask for something else maybe?" I said. Dave resumed banging on the window. "Give us paper and pen! Paper! Pen!" Alex was awoken by the comotion. He grunted. "Shut the fuck up!" Motor started whirring again. A table with a chair like thing appeared. Right in the middle. On it, was nothing. Dave turned to the window again. "For gods sake, Pen! Paper!" Another whirring. This time the plate where usually the food was, came with several pencils and a stack of paper.

Dave grabbed a pen and paper. "If you're up for it, let's play some paper games." Not even a minute later we all gathered on the ground playing 'Town, Country, River'.

It's been days now. Painted and written paper was scattered underneath our beds. We requested a few more things. Like music, but it was a Walkman or whatever you called them from the 80s. We tried requesting a movie, all we got was a Disc, but no TV or anything. It doesn't even say what kind of movie or other media it contains. We requested a flashlight because Maria started to freak out when the lights dimmed for the night, which they granted. We requested actual cooked meals. But all that came was questionable looking things. They tried their best but... didn't look to edible. We did taste it. Either it was bland or not cooked through. So we kept eating fruits and vegetables. Yes. We did try to request raw foods, even going as far as to write and draw the ingredients and what tools we'd need, but they didn't do anything. None of them ever came in since Alex little incident. Not until this day.

We weren't sure if they had cameras in this room or not. Or where their blindspots are. So we came up with something. Nick, who had suggested before that we should try and escape, 'invented' the human pile. We would throw ourselves on a pile, laying on the ground with our stomach, basically. So our heads would be looking down at the same spot in the middle and our heads would be so close together we'd maybe have the chance of a camera not catching what we write on a piece of paper. We'd also be stacked upon each other, and someone would have to hold Maria's flashlight so we could see what was written on the paper. Because that's how close our heads had to be. Of course these aliens must wonder and get suspicious what we'd do. So we started out with drawing really weird things like memes. Of course we'd laugh about it. We all hoped the aliens would think we were just doing some stupid human bonding stuff drawing these pictures.

And only in-between we wrote the plans and discussions for escaping. We'd black them out or overdraw them with memes. Just to make sure. Our plan so far? The strongest must pretend that he has a heart attack or something. Everyone else needs to back up against the empty wall and pretend to be scared, where the door is. So when they open it the second strongest and strongest can distract them aliens. But why try to escape? We were here since days. Pretty sure we're on a planet. Not ours but a planet. We can hear no big motor sound that made us think that we were still in space or something. Also the fruits and vegetables changed in shape, size and color that it made us think that these ones are not from earth anymore. They looked more alien yet earthly. Like they've ran out of earth veggies and fruits and now only have their similar stuff left.

Maybe we'd have a chance of surviving out there. But we won't stay here forever. We asked them on how long they plan on keeping us here. What they want. But no answer ever came. They just starred back at us through the window. We're not gonna die here.

The day of the plan finally came. We all kept acting as always. Wake up. Eat. Do something. Nick and Dave worked out, push ups, squats, whatever, trying go get more pumped up for later. Alex was still in bed, not yet getting up, but due to the circumstances fully awake. Maria, me and Rachel on the ground playing or drawing. Rachel then got up. She took some tomatoes from under her bed that she kept there from this morning and started screaming and acting weirdly. The plan has started.

Maria and I got up. Looking at her. The men turned to look at her. We all pretend to be in shock. She started throwing the tomatoes on the window. Taking the table and throwing it against the window. Dave shoved the table to the wall, where he ordered us to go and stay safe away from Rachel. Still the plan.

I felt my heart pumping hard. I am so nervous. This could go so wrong. Suddenly the plates were moved and the door was opened. An alien came in and headed towards Rachel. Dave immediately grabbed the table and smashed it down on the alien. They got into a fight, the table broke so Dave took a piece and hit it over and over again. The alien groaned. We ran towards the door. It was closed. There were buttons tho. Alex pressed the one he remembered the most from the day he was taken. It opened. Just as wanted to slip through the door closed on me and Dave. Dave got stuck between the door. It didn't do much. But the wall plates started moving to shut close. We heard the others scream from the other side. Nick and Rachel quickly taking over and running away with the other two.

The wall plates didn't stop. Dave screamed for help. I grabbed his arm and started to pull him, but his other arm was stuck in the door. He flexed it, twisted and turned it, but it was stuck. The wall finally came to a close. I screamed and looked away as a crunching noise emitted the room. I shut my eyes and held my ears with my hands that quickly let go of Dave. I looked at the ground. My back was turned to Dave. A puddle of blood came close to my shoes. I took away my hands from my ears. Listening if I could hear Dave speak or breath. Nothing. Silence.

I felt nauseous. I felt like I was about to drop dead myself. I couldn't bear looking back at him now. I dont want to see his crushed body. The alien that has been hit layed in front of me. Seemingly unconscious as he was still breathing. Defeated I sat down next to it. I couldn't even bear to sit on the bed now. I heard commotion behind me. The wall plates and door moving to open. Daves body hit the ground, before he was dragged out. When I was sure he was gone, I turned as well. Ther was no alien standing guard. So I jumped up and ran- but the unconscious alien grabbed my arm and jerked me right back down with one motion. He wasn't unconscious. He was pretending like we were. "Please let me go." I said, still trying to pull away but the alien was just too strong.

It got up. Its large frame hovering over me. It was wider than me too. His muscles seemed so large and its grip... two things that showed me that it could crush my skull easily if it wanted to. I was as well lifted up to stand. Another alien, unlike the one holding me, wore white instead of silver armor. The one now standing in the doorframe also seemed to wear more fabric. Was more covered. The one holding me seemed to wear the more basic armor or clothes. So I thought. They communicated in a tongue I couldn't understand. When they were done, the one holding me looked down to me, looking deeply into my eyes. I looked at it back. It's eyes shone yellow, against his dark, almost black and brown shades of reptile like skin.

I couldn't read its emotions. Out of no where it yanked me with it, dragging me god knows where. Are they going to put me down, out of my misery like the experiment animals that we maybe were? I was dragged out of the room, I jumped over the puddle of Daves blood. Feeling disgusted and being reminded about these sounds his body made. I'd never forget that. Hallways and hallways without end. We seemed to get into another testing facility. As it still dragged me, we passed embryos of various types of unrecognisable creatures kept in large tubes.

I didn't fully understand, couldn't grasp on it that quickly. Until we reached a empty room. It wasn't large. Maybe 10 feet in every direction. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked. The alien looked at me. It shook its head no. It could understand me. "What will you do then?" It tilted its head to the side. A deep voice, growling animalistic, started to speak. "Experiment." "Experiment?", I looked at it shocked. It could speak. But what does it mean? "What were you planning with my group?" It took a while until it could form another sentence, like as if it was trying to make sure it was using the right words. "Ooman social Experiment. But now they dead." It said in broken English.

I looked at it wide eyed. "You just wanted to observe our behaviour?" It nodded. "When ooman is entrapped, yes." "And then?"

"Let ooman free again, but oomans tried escape, now dead." My eyes widened even more. "You would have let us go??" A tear ran down my face, knowing we would have made it out alive anyways. "They're dead? I saw them run out!" "We killed." It said almost confident. I looked at it now with confusion. "So why not kill me, huh!?"

"Other experiment. I decide." I tilted my head now too. "Other experiment?" "Yes, but ooman will not get out of this." It said stepping closer to me. I took a step back, trying to create distance, it tried to grab my arms but I quickly turned and tried to get to the door. It did reach it, but I didn't know which button to press, neither did pressing all of them help. Or all of them at the same time, before it grabbed me by the waist, to slam me onto his frontal body. "No escape, ooman", it growled above my head. Not long after it placed its hands on my pants colar. I placed my hands on its arms, trying to get these arms away from there, knowing where this will go. My pants buttons were ripped right off, didn't matter how much I tried to get it away. It then pulled down all of that I wore underneath my waist. Now my bare ass and vagina were exposed to the cold air. One hand was placed right between my legs, cupping my vagina, while it's middle finger started working on my clit. It send out signals to my brain I didn't want. I yelped like a puppy. I saw how it threw a cloth to the side of us. I remember it, it was the cloth between its legs. That was seemingly worn as a type of pants.

I grabbed its arms, that was still cupping and working on my vagina, still trying to push it away, I clenched my legs together, making the feeling and every movement even more intense unwillingly. My yelps have turned into small gasps of air. I leaned back on its chest, looking up on it. "Please stop" I begged. It leaned down, so much so that I was made to bend over in the process. Its hand stopped cupping me. And the other was on my neck, its pressure on my neck and now waist made me arch my back. "Stay." It demanded. I whimpered, but I obeyed. Pleased that I stood still, I felt it part my fold with its fingers. If I wasn't sure if this alien was male before I was sure enough now.

Before I knew he placed the tip of his cock into my vagina, before grabbing my hips and slamming his length into me. A scream left my mouth. A pained one. It was something I never felt before. A girth what felt like almost 4 fingers wide and a length that hit my cervix on the first slam. And from what I could feel, he still had more, that just couldn't fit in. He leaned down back to me, so my back and his chest weren't ever to part. "Mate." He said. He started with a slow pace, i could feel more of his cocks texture. It seemed to have some kind of small knobs on it, on its shaft. My face felt hot. Almost burning. I didn't know where to place my hands, so i placed them on top of his. Almost grabbing him. "My mate." He growled even more as his breath seemed to picked up with his pace. Him hitting my cervix now harder made me squirm in pain, but at the same time it felt good. His pace got even more faster. My right hand traveled to his right side of his hip, trying to push him away, or at least to make him slow down. It was too much for me, as I let my head drop, my eyes roll back and soft moans now escaping my mouth, his pace dropped but his thrusts became more violent, as well as his grunts. Not long after he buried his cock as deep as he could, standing up straight and letting me feel his warm cum fill me, as he still held me in place with his hands on my hips.

I saw it drip down along my thighs, it was a glowing greenish substance. "My mate." It repeatedly muttered. My heart pace calmed down after a while. As well as my body seemed to as well. So he pulled out. "Ah'kun", he said, pointing to himself, before he put back on his cloth covering his dick. He left the room without a word.

I stood there trembling, unsure what to do now. How to even process what just happened or throughout the whole day to be exact. Ah'kun did come back after a while. Bringing another cloth, almost looking like fancy panties, with sumo like cloth in the front and back. He held it infrong of my feet. He wanted me to step in so he could make me wear it? I guess so. So i did. He pulled it up. It was almost a bit too tight. But it should do for now. In the same motion as he pulled up my new panties or pants, he undid my shirt and bra. Of course I tried to go against it, but he just didn't bother. He was still stronger. He disposed all of my clothes with a trashcan that came out by pressing something on an empty wall. Right after he dragged me out. I was now wearing nothing but these weird panties. "Forgot..." He said. Taking a necklace of his neck and binding it around mine. "What is that?" I asked, looking at the necklace seemingly made out of bones. "Shows everyone your mate. My mate."

I look at him. At this point, I wasn't a experiment to him anymore, wasn't I? He took my silence for an answer, that was good enough for him. As we stepped outside into the daylight, we were right. We were on a planet. A tropical one. With what almost looked like aztec pyramids. And it seemed to be normal that these aliens wore only these panties. Even the female ones. Only few wore armor. "Why don't they all have armor?" I looked at him, as he held my hand. "No hunters or warrior" he pointed at the majority that didn't wear armor. "And you?" I said, I looked back and forth at them and him. "I, elite hunter. You have luck, my mate." He started to get confident again.

"Why luck?" "Elite hunter, high status." He said even more confident. His ego definitely stroked. He dragged me down the stairs of the pyramid we were in. The lab pyramid I'm taking. As we stepped out of the shadow, it was even a smart idea of him to remove my warm clothing. Because the sun here was brutally hot.

We were walking for a bit, the other aliens looked at us, specifically me. Some talked with Ah'kun, in their native tongue of course. Giving him proud pats on the back. Was a human mate an achievement? A trophy? Who knows. I don't. We finally reached another pyramid, one of those many. "My home, you live now too, here."

He closed the door behind me. In here, the air was cool again. The decorations and furniture style felt similar to several antique human civilisations, but yet held their advanced alien touch. I looked everywhere. There was even an armor room. Where his helmets and other armor were displayed. A trophy room with several heads of all kinds of creatures.

I kept looking. I found everything you'd expect from an house. Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living room. And empty or barely filled rooms. "What's all the empty rooms for?" "Storage. And little ones." I tilted my head. "Little ones?" He nodded. Did he mean kids? Was I even able to give that to him? What was I thinking. When did I start to be okay with this? This isn't my planet. In that moment it dawned on me. Was this my life now? I started crying. Not just because of the fact that I was here, but because of all of this.

Ah'kun patted me caringly on the back. "You will be good mom, no worry."

[burningembers91]

Freak of Nature - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Salesman can't get enough of you, he's drawn to you like a bee to honey. It's just a shame you don't know he's watching you.

A/N: I'm not 100% sure where I want this to go yet, and i've never written for a character like The Salesman before but Gong Yoo's unhinged performance has me hooked!

Warnings: 18+ only!, stalking, The Salesman needs his own warning

He’d always known he was fucked up; had always known he wasn’t “normal”. From a young age, his parents had thrown every penny available at psychologist after psychologist, desperate to find a cure for their little freak of nature. Nothing had worked though; nothing had been able to quell that constant desire deep within his soul.

He’d spent years being forced to subdue whatever demons he housed, fooling his parents into thinking the therapy was working. Nothing could save him though; nothing could rid him of the evil that had taken root. He enjoyed playing with people, relished in seeing how far he could take a person before they completely snapped. Human life was so fragile and fickle; why shouldn’t he be allowed to play with it? People so often wasted their lives; took what little time they had for granted. If anything, he was helping people. He was giving them a chance at a second opportunity for life. The games he played with people, the innocent, childhood games were all completely legal. He never made anyone do anything they didn’t want to, that was beauty of his job. Everyone always had a choice, he just made it hard for them to say no. People were greedy, hungry for fame and fortune. He gave those who sought riches beyond their wildest dreams a chance to make that dream a reality; it wasn’t his fault if they didn’t win the game.

This life he led was a lonely one though. Relationships had never been his forte. He’d always been too much for women, too intense. He had needs, desires that few could meet and those who could only stayed a short time. He wasn’t sure if he was capable of love. He knew he’d never loved his parents, had never loved any of the women he’d fucked. They were merely an object which he used to meet his own needs, all of them too vain and fickle for him. He enjoyed a challenge, wanted someone who could keep him on his toes. But how would he find someone like that when even he didn’t know how far he was wiling to go? How high did his freak flag fly? No one had ever stayed long enough for him to find out. He usually paid for the company of a woman, handing them wads of cash so he could feel a brief moment of ecstasy. He’d never felt anything for these women though; had never felt the burning desire that he felt when he was around you.

He'd watched you every day for three months now, sipping your latte in the same coffee bar, your laptop open as you marked your students work. You always sat in the same spot, right by the window with the view of the park opposite. He’d taken to sitting on a bench in that park, right opposite where you sat. He’d watched as your brow furrowed while you marked essays, he’d smile at the way your perfect pink tongue delicately flicked the frothy coffee foam from your top lip. You were perfect to him, so innocent and excruciatingly delicate. He’d followed you home a few times, keeping enough of a distance that you didn’t notice him in the crowds, but close enough that the floral scent of your perfume wrapped tightly around his senses like a hangman’s noose.

He knew you lived in a small studio apartment, number 235. Your bedroom looked out over a small restaurant, and he’d sit there some nights, watching the shadows of your form through your curtains. He’d never been this enamoured with a person before, never craved a person as much as he did you. He’d listened to you order your coffee a dozen times, your voice more beautiful than any songbird. He wanted to speak to you, but he didn’t want to shatter the perfect vision he’d created for himself. In his head, he broke you over and over again, but you enjoyed it. In his head, you were his, bending to his every will and demand. In his head, you were his perfect girl. But fantasy was always better than reality, and reality never lasted long. He wasn’t quite ready to show himself to you, choosing to lurk in the shadows as you remained blissfully unaware of him.

It was getting harder and harder to stay away from you though. Every day your very presence only fuelled his desires. One day soon he’d have to show himself to you. He just hoped you lived up to his expectations.

[astonmartinii]

pick of the crop | logan sargeant social media au

pairing: logan sargeant x fem farmer!reader

sometimes opposites attract so much that a city boy is willing to get mud on his trainers

based on this request: Logan sargeant x reader smau, where she’s like a farmer in the country, and people are surprised that they’re so different? - @indesicivelyconfuzzled

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI?

logansargeant

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logansargeant: never been so thankful for a two week break in the race calendar, farm time has been overdue.

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user1: did we just unlock the farmer version of logan

user2: real ones have known farmer logan since his f2 days

oscarpiastri: ugh... couple goals i guess

yourusername: you guess?

logansargeant: you wish you were us

yourusername: let's not pit two powerful women against each other

oscarpiastri: thank you y/n

yourusername: i was talking about me and lily, y'all can fight amongst yourselves

user3: you guys are fake as fuck cause why didn't you tell me logan has a gf

user4: a farmer gf ?!?!?!?

alexalbon: so i got heat from you for @albon_pets (follow me) but your gf has a whole ass farm?

logansargeant: and what? dodger would defo take otter in a fight

yourusername: stop the violence

alexalbon: see, this is why people are confused on how you guys got together

logansargeant: i'm just standing up for my dog child ?

yourusername: leave the children out of it

user5: idk how or when this happened but i am enjoying seeing another side of logan

user6: for real haven't seen his feral side since prema

user7: two weeks on a farm will do that to you

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yourusername: the y/ln farm takes the cota paddock, thanks @alexalbon for recommending fifi for the job of paddock drama queen

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user9: she brought a horse for her paddock debut ???

user10: idk about you guys but i am thoroughly enjoying whatever the fuck is going on right now

logansargeant: i think fifi did great (i think dan might be friends with us now)

yourusername: she's a gentle queen (omg we've made friends?)

danielricciardo: damn right you have a new friend what a STALLION

yourusername: you can ride her if you want :)

alexalbon: WE CAN?

landonorris: WE CAN?

maxverstappen1: i would like to ride the horsey

yukitsunoda0511: dan woke me up with his scream of joy so you're morally obligated to let me have a ride on fifi as well

logansargeant: well if i knew all i needed to do was bring y/n and fifi to the paddock to make friends they would've been at miami :(

user11: crying so the reports that logan was feeling really lonely were real?

user12: at least he has y/n?

oscarpiastri: cool kids have already ridden with fifi :)

logansargeant: you screamed the whole time?

oscarpiastri: semantics

danielricciardo: i'm outside williams hospitality let me in

yourusername: that was fast?

charles_leclerc: it's kinda in the job description (we're all here please let us in)

user13: the way all the teams are gonna be like where are all of our drivers and why are they all running away?

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williamsf1: austin you delivered !! logan and alex pick up three and four points each in logan's first points and our first double points finish of the season !!

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user14: someone tell y/n she's not allowed to go home, she's a williams employee now

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alexalbon: WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETRE I LOVE YOU AMERICA

logansargeant: 🤨🤨🤨🤨

alexalbon: don't lie you love the bit

logansargeant: no i think YOU love the bit

alexalbon: today i love YOU 😘

yourusername: 🤨🤨🤨🤨

alexalbon: i guess i love you too

yourusername: i would like to think so. don't think i didn't see you swipe a jar of marmalade

alexalbon: GUILTY

user15: williams points, maybe america isn't all bad ...

yourusername: home race did pretty boy so good :))))

logansargeant: idk i think you might just be my lucky charm and can never leave my side again

yourusername: what about the children logan :(

logansargeant: fuck dem kids

logansargeant: JOKES

oscarpiastri: 📸 📸 📸 got ur ass

logansargeant: why are you here?

oscarpiastri: i want naming rights of the next babies 😬

yourusername: logan :((((((( they have feelings :(((((

logansargeant: i'm sorry :( i just love you :(

yourusername: awwwwww i love you too

oscarpiastri: so can i name the next babies PLEASE

yourusername: you wanna give logan a tow next race?

oscarpiastri: fuck no

yourusername: then there's your answer

user16: what the fuck is going on here?

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yourusername: there's no such thing as a snooze button here

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user17: FARM LOGAN FARM LOGAN FARM LOGAN

user18: farm logan makes me weak in the knees

oscarpiastri: why are there two pictures of logan?

logansargeant: choke.

oscarpiastri: woah i didn't know comedy was illegal in texas

yourusername: to perform comedy you kinda need to be funny oscar

oscarpiastri: i am funny?

yourusername: sure ...

oscarpiastri: stop trying to look like a nice gf on the internet you make fun of him just as much as i do

logansargeant: she did say that she prefers dermot over 'my ass'

yourusername: LOL sorry logan....

landonorris: am i dumb?

oscarpiastri: yes :)

yourusername: ass is another way to refer to a donkey lando

landonorris: ohhhh. in that case i am a massive donkey

yourusername: oh that's not...

user19: y/n having to deal with more than logan and oscar will kill her i fear

alexalbon: SHEEP PLEASE BRING SHEEP NEXT RACE PLEASE I LOVE SHEEP

yourusername: you good?

alexalbon: i love sheep. sue me

yourusername: we actually host sheep cuddle session at the farm lol

logansargeant: can confirm they are very cuddly (not as much as you)

alexalbon: 1. why thank you logan 2. LILY CANCEL THE FLIGHTS

logansargeant: i was talking about y/n... but i knew you remembered our snuggle on the plane

alexalbon: i'm like an octopus in my sleep, just ask lily or george

user20: please santa bring me a cuddle session with the sheep at y/n's farm 🤞

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logansargeant: 2024 williams? no. y/n's tractor? YES

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user21: country boy i love youuuuuuuuuuuu eh

user22: third pic is doing something to me that is irreversible

yourusername: lovely lovely cowboy, i might have to ban you from working on the farm cause you're too distracting

logansargeant: saying that as if you don't make collecting eggs look like the hottest thing in the world

yourusername: you looking mighty fine wrangling the cows

logansargeant: you riding a horse makes me go feral

alexalbon: OKAY WE'LL BE ENDING THAT THERE BEFORE IT LEAVES THE PG RATING

yourusername: boooooo you're no fun 🍅 🍅🍅

logansargeant: as if you aren't posting up your feet all over the timeline 🤨

alexalbon: ffs it's just double trouble with you people

user23: only time that driving a tractor is attractive for f1 drivers

oscarpiastri: you guys look like you've jumped out of a trashy romance novel

yourusername: you read them enough to know that

oscarpiastri: what is on my kindle is between me and god

logansargeant: oscar jack piastri leave us out of your smut

oscarpiastri: oh stop being so dramatic, i don't want to know what you freaks do on that farm

logansargeant: and you'll never know. don't think of my girlfriend like that

yourusername: and don't think about my boyfriend like that

oscarpiastri: you people are infuriating

yourusername: we irritating 👯‍♀️

logansargeant: they hate to see bad bitches winning 💅

user24: this relationship is so precious to me

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yourusername: farm update: meet the formooooola one grid!!

yuki has eaten all of my shoes :(

alex has taken station in the chicken coup

charles thinks he's a dog?

max and daniel just snooze everyday under the orange trees

george is always right at the door every morning

oscar and logan are just obsessed with each other and the goats

yes i did name the one with the prettiest coat after lewis

fernando is always sat on some poor soul (usually one of the cats)

carlos and lando chase each other constantly

lance and esteban are chill and just like cuddles

valterri drags zhou to do dumb stuff (they got stuck in a window? don't ask)

pierre demands to be brushed everyday

checo, nico and kevin are the mother hens

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user27: stop the count!!! this IS the cutest moment of the year

yukitsunoda0511: i'm sure cow yuki has a very good excuse

yourusername: i don't have any leather shoes so at least he's not a cannibal?

logansargeant: he did eat my limited edition converse though 🤨

lewishamilton: i simply HAVE to meet cow lewis he sounds like a great dude

yourusername: he's very calm and does love affection

logansargeant: he let me give him belly rubs !!

lewishamilton: that is cute (do not try to touch my stomach)

logansargeant: ... noted

user28: i will never recover from this and need constant updates please

logansargeant: cow me might be obsessed with oscar but real me is still obsessed with you

yourusername: don't tell the others but both you and cow logan are my faves - i love you

logansargeant: awwww i love you too

alexalbon: OUTRAGE

oscarpiastri: ROBBERY

yourusername: oh please ....

logansargeant: you snooze you lose

danielricciardo: awww they can't even separate us as cows @maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: we're bffs in every universe daniel

yourusername: this is very heartwarming

logansargeant: we're still better though, right?

yourusername: oh of course

danielricciardo: ???

maxverstappen1: ???

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note: two in one day? i am on a roll - i hope you all enjoy with me finally writing for logan !! i for one am glad he's getting a second season!

[prismalmelonman]

Touching on Gale, Wyll, and Halsin's traumas being a bit undermined in parts of the fandom

So one thing I notice on Twitter is how some people act about the bg3 characters whose abuses were perpetuated by women.

Gale specifically for this reason (but I will touch on others)bbecause I see him dismissed super often as "can't get over his ex".

But Gale's case obviously be has the line of Mystra being like "she was my muse, my teacher, and then my lover" and sure to some that's a red flag in itself (when it comes to adults I don't really give a fuck about teacher/student) but if you view it from not only Gale's own words "ive been connected with the weave for as long as i can remember"

And that doesn't distract from his genuine love of magic of course. And it also doesn't mean that he's actually been in connection with mystra for an amount of time.

However, if you ascend Gale, and he becomes a god, you get a bunch of new little things. Tara reminiscing of course, but you get a letter from Elminster, detailing that Mystra had Elminster scope out Gale when he was eight!

And sure is that pretty cool that he's a prodigy that got the attention of the goddess of magic at that age? Yes. Mystra is, however, known in forgotten Realms lore to seek young young boys who are in tune with magic to make into her chosen. And from context clues, her chosen can be anything from Elminster and Volo, dedicated wizards who try to keep things in check, etc etc. or they're somewhat of playthings to her.

Minsc also has a conversation where me mentions that weave-touched boys in his homeland were hidden away to hone their craft, then suspecting that it was because of Mystra, given Gale's case.

Gale always seems so proud that he got to bed a goddess, and on the surface, hell yeah, that's cool.

Gale continued to have her attention even as he went to Blackstaff Academy, and Mystra eventually did take him on as an apprentice directly to her, later making him her chosen, and sleeping with him.

The reason it bothers me that people dismiss all of Gale's stuff to just "he can't get over his ex" is because that's is like almost textbook grooming? She was in his life from a young age, shaping and moulding him up as he grew up to be her perfect chosen, rewarding him by sleeping with him, and so on. And then of course casting him away when he has his folly with the netherese orb (and to be fair, it very well could have looked like to her that he was trying to seize the power himself and yes the orb does siphon off weave. That is a problem for the mistress of the weave yes).

But she also tells gale to KILL HIMSELF for her forgiveness.

Gale is much more than "unable to be over his ex" this woman was in his life since he was a kid. She's almost all he has ever known. If course it's going to be difficult for him to 1. Say no to her. 2. Get over the fact that he's lost someone that he spent his literal entire life dedicated to. Honestly if asked, I don't even think Gale would acknowledge or really see that what he went through was, in fact, abuse until it was spelled out in front of him. (Which does happen somewhat with the player character pleading to him that killing himself for mystra's forgiveness is actually horrific and that he should in fact be angry for how he was treated)

Similarly, and this one has been discussed a lot, Wyll and Mizora. Wyll was 17 and actively trying to help his people. 17, in a vulnerable state, willing to do anything to help and prove himself. Mizora very clearly took advantage of him, and regards him as a "pet", refers to him being "leashed", and so on. Personally, I do dislike the sexualization of their relationship, because it very much is also grooming (although a different type. Rather than manipulating and shaping his life from the ground up, she takes advantage of a vulnerable and desperate state to manipulate and contract Wyll into doing her bidding. I won't go too deep I to this one because it has been discussed to hell and back. But I did wanna touch on Wyll's situation as well.

Also, Halsin as well, though that has also been discussed in many retrospectives by a very good friend of mine. Halsin's trauma often get dismissed due to his polyamory, open sexual nature, and his own somewhat diminishing/dismissal of it, which honestly I love the representation of, cause for a while I did that with my own trauma. Halsin was a sex slave to a house of Lolth-Sworn drow, a matriarchal society, where the men are generally used as fodder or for breeding, though male Lolth-Sworn drow can be wizards and rise in the ranks if wizardry, but are limited everywhere else. (Minthara mentions that the third male, and every subsequent male child after third are killed for being"useless"). Halsin often referred to them as "hosts" rather than being captors, (though he does touch on that if the Player Character threatens to sell him back into slavery). Again, everything I'd have to say here for Halsin has entirely been discussed top to bottom by a friend, their link is below!!

Anyway, long story short, I dislike it a lot when Gale, Wyll, and Halsin's traumas and abuses get diminished, even if/when the character themself doesn't see or acknowledge the abuse in the same lens that we, the players, do.

[soulren]

Go spend some time on male pattern baldness or male(AMAB) balding forums/subreddits and such. I did after realizing it is happening to me and the ammount of people who truly don't realize how BRUTALLY it tanks people's confidence and mental health is insane.

There's no cure to baldness by the way, and it can start at any time and there's no way to predict how fast or slow it will go. The only real working option is a daily pill that usually just halts it, but it can stop working or just slow it down or cause major side effects. To regrow you have to use a daily topical solution, or use a roller to wound your scalp. None of these are surefire by the way, and if you stop them you'll just lose your hair and whatever you regained. It's a daily involved thing that might not work and often at best just retains. The best drug, the one that occasionaly gives regrowth, also causes shedding at the start, and can have side effects from growing breasts to brain fog to EDsyfunction(sorry, censoring cause tumblr). Now, those are INCREDIBLY rare and almost never happen but it weighs heavily on the mind of those already spiraling.

But that's just background. What I'm here to talk about is the pure woe you'll see on those forums. People speak as though their lives are over, as though they've lost every chance of finding a woman(predominantly, there's a running idea in such places that women don't like bald men or like them less) or doing anything. You can read countless stories of people who describe that they no longer go outside, are now filled with anxiety and self-hate, have gone from extroverted to never showing their face. And some of these people are kids who lost their hair in high school or even before, or are holding as best they can to a very receded hairline and feel like there is nothing they can do.

And then there's something touched upon far less in those communities, but is important to bring up here; baldness and masculinity. There's the horror of knowing so much of society sees a bald guy as a very masculine guy, at seeing that the best advice for being hot and bald is "grow and beard and big muscles bro". Imagine now you're AMAB balding and nonbinary, or a trans woman who doesn't want to be on hormones.

Just genuinely take the time to look at those forums no matter who you are. Understand what these people go through, what I am currently going through. It is soul-crushing, spiraling, brutal. I have the dream of one day being like Brennan Lee Mulligan or Matt Mercer and starting to lose my hair made me feel like I could never. I felt like and still feel like I would have to be masculine, have to be a bro-y dude, have to look older than I was(I'm fuckin 22). It was the feeling that I could never dress feminine again, never present as a woman when I wanted to again, that I'd always be viewed as a bald guy before anything else.

This is an incredibly vulnerable post for me, and I hope it reaches you all as well in a kind and understanding mood. There's a tendency online for people to joke about baldness, to make fun of it, to treat it as a playfull silly thing but it fucking ruins lives, and it shouldn't. It happens to half the population's sort of bodies and very often. It should just be a neutral thing. You don't need long hair to be feminine, you don't need hair to be feminine. You don't need hair for anything. I guess I'm just saying in general that everyone should be kinder about balding, more understanding, and view it with as much import as they'd view the pixels between this sentence and the next. None at all, I mean.

And for those like me, very feminine guys who wanna keep that and don't want a beard and are terrified of balding, here's some names and I do hope others that see this will add more; Mr. Bruce (also in The Correspondents(band) Alex Ward in LA By Night Jason Carl in LA By Night Cecil Baldwin of Welcome To Night Vale Bob The Drag Queen RuPaul(in looks alone, I know about the whole fracking stuff but this post is about looks) tananasho on instagram Also your mannerisms and style of dress will convey femininity far more than your hair. Yea sure a front-on neutral shot of you may not and maybe you need makeup and stuff, and hell maybe a lot of people might reject you more but it'll just filter down to the people for you.

And to all you artists and writers and creatives; make more bald characters. Try it out. Feminine ones, masculine ones, all sorts. None of the copout nonhuman sort, just dudes and girls and mates and individuals who are all sorts of things and also bald. It might make a few of the people going through the various vortexes of pain that balding causes feel a bit better.

And to those noticing I did not adress female hair loss much here, that was intentional. I am AMAB and currently a nonbinary guy who goes by any pronouns but often likes to present as fem. I learned I was possibly losing my hair and lost two months of my life, no work or going or anything, to male hair loss forums and research and spiraling. Checking my hair twenty times a day, unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to think. And my situation was NOT unique, but it also did not give me any experience or understanding of female hair loss and what AFAB people may go through with that, so I don't feel knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Also living with baldness WILL get easier and you will find something that works for it, by virtue of simply living with it. Things get easier with time.

[hadesoftheladies]

This might be one of the most important posts I've ever made. (Please Read)

@bakerstreetdocter per this post where i responded to the sports poll i made

on the poll for why folks in radblr didn't watch women's sports, the overwhelming majority of you said it was because you just weren't interested. i needed to make a whole post to respond to this because let me tell y'all something:

WOMEN'S SPORTS IS A HUGELY IMPORTANT INSTITUTION FOR ADVANCING WOMEN'S RIGHTS AND DISMANTLING PATRIARCHY

Let me tell you why.

#1. Sports and Male Hegemony

Do you know what keeps patriarchy so strong? Male camaraderie. The reason rapists and paedophiles don't go to jail, the reason men are paid more, the reason patriarchy even fucking exists is because men invest primarily in men. Sports doesn't just reflect this, it PERPETUATES it more efficiently than most other institutions (like it's right up there with religion and porn). I'm not kidding. Male sports is where men go to bond over everything. They bond over beating up their wives (I've seen it in real time), they gather to celebrate male strength and achievement, and elevate male dominance. The reason sports is so important to the patriarchy is not just because it perpetuates, centralizes and publicizes male excellence, but because it nurtures male camaraderie. It gives them space to be openly "manly," because it is really a festival for male dominance in every way.

Not only that, but it RADICALIZES boys and men in male supremacist ideology. If male peerage is where boys and men slowly corrupt each other with misogyny, men's sports is where that sort of thing is concentrated to the MAX. I'm talking MASSES of men and boys. Uncles and fathers taking their sons to bond over men they believe represent them and their perceived superiority. This has also had consequences for women and girls. Domestic violence rates shoot up during different (men's) sports seasons. The demeaning and brutalization of women is common in these environments.

If you think porn is a huge industry that radicalizes boys and men into becoming rancid misogynists, sports is the next big thing you should worry about, because however effective porn is for dehumanizing women, men's sports is the one most effective for popularizing male dominance and supremacy on a global and generational scale. Forget music and movies, THIS is something feminists should be fucking worried about.

(Read more of this article here.)

#2. Women's Representation, Power & Social Influence

Compared to the crumbs of proper representation we have for women in music, movies and mainstream literature, women's sports centres and normalizes every kind of woman you can think of. Big women, small women, muscular women, single women, masculine women, feminine women, women with wives and husbands, mothers, tall women, unattractive women, cocky women, etc . . .

I have never encountered a visual franchise that humanizes women more than women's televised sports. Never. Not in movies, not on the internet, not in shows. The raw humanity and personhood of women is given centre stage in every angle. We see women sweat, we see women bleed, we see women bump each other in the chest, we see them fight and scrap, flaunt, beg, roar . . .

This humanization has affected not only women who finally feel represented by other women to the world, but even men. Many men and boys who watch sports have far more positive outlooks on women than their counterparts. They are forced to appreciate the skills, strength, intelligence, and personhood of women.

In sports psychology, there's the topic of how people tend to form identities around the athletes or teams they admire. They perceive themselves as an extension of those teams/athletes. This is a very powerful social phenomena, because it strengthens intra-community investment by giving the individual a personal stake and sense of belonging.

It is powerful when men view male athletes and men's teams as an extension of themselves. When mothers take their children to these games and kids identify with the male athletes on the pitch. It is very effective in re-enforcing male-as-default for everyone.

But it is also powerful when this happens for women. When men, women, children begin seeing female athletes and teams as extensions of themselves, it strengthens the perception of kinship with women of all kinds. It humanizes women in an intimate way. Where it's no longer about the "women's team" but about "US." When men and little boys identify with female athletes, point and say "US" instead of "THEM" it lays crucial ground for male allyship.

This is partly why many women's leagues across multiple sports got banned historically. It was because they completely overhauled the idea of women as other and that was a threat to the status quo, because if men started identifying themselves with women, started seeing women's victories as theirs, started seeing women as their heroes, it made male dominance unnecessary and obsolete. It made women heroes for men, women, boys and girls to believe in. It made them leaders and icons. Champions. It destroyed all the lies patriarchy lived off of.

#3. Female Centricity, Community and Consciousness-Raising

I've talked about what this does for men, but I want to zero in on what this does for women.

Right now, in society, men have multiple institutions and industries to boost their camaraderie and male supremacy, whether that be sports, religion, gaming or pornography.

Now, can one of you name a single institution or industry that brings women together to bond over womanhood? Can you name a bonding ritual for women that doesn't include femininity? Most of you will probably only have entities like certain female musicians (taylor swift, blackpink, etc) rather than industries. Currently, the biggest industry that women bond over (and even then, it's not really a social event) is make-up. We're mostly broken up into different fandoms, or maybe we find each other studying certain women-dominated degrees. In most other cases, we're with each other doing something domestic (baby showers, cooking/planning during family get-togethers, etc). (though based on trends, university campuses may soon become women-dominated spaces in totality XD). The domestic sphere is perhaps where most of the consciousness raising has occurred historically.

Unfortunately, the biggest contributor to women's consciousness raising with the most global reach is our shared trauma. That is the one thing that unilaterally unifies women and girls everywhere, and even then, not totally.

While our shared suffering has been a great tool in radicalizing us for change (though it's already an L that we're suffering in the first place), it isn't something that actually empowers the community of women. Radicalization does not equal empowerment. And women need hope and joy to have strength to fight. They need to identify with each other, not simply with each other's suffering. If anything, women are in desperate need of an industry/institution that isn't crippling them with enforced femininity and isn't centred on their misery, but rather, celebrates their womanhood and the joys of being a woman. Centres womanhood. Something that gives them space to celebrate themselves.

The things that do that are the ones fiercely under attack, e.g. women's sports, lesbian festivals, etc. You need to have a hard think at why that is to realize how vitally important things like this are. The difference between something like women's sports and lesbian festivals that gives women's sports an advantage in being the most socially influential, is that women's sports encourages the participation of everyone and posits itself as relevant to all people within the geographic location it is a part of. So it gets more eyes and has more sway.

I have been brought to tears seeing crowds of thousands scream to a deafening degree over a young woman scoring a goal. I'm talking men, women, children losing their fucking minds. Chanting a woman's name from the stands. Rushing to take pictures with her. Cheering for her to break another record. Women need to know there are alternatives to being hated by men. You guys need to know what it feels like to see entire cities show up and show out for women. Where women are glorified, practically worshipped, not for being sexually attractive, not for being the epitome of beauty, but for being skilled, for being amazing women. You need to see women horsing around, unrestrained and free to talk shit. You need to see them acting goofy, without makeup. You need to see them surrounded by love and support no matter who they are. You need to see them having the time of their lives with each other. Real women, doing real things. You need to know what it's like to see a woman do incredible physical feats. You need to see how powerful the female body is. You need to see this day in and day out. You need to know it like you know your name.

Because that's what men have every day. And when I tasted it, I couldn't get enough.

The next generation of girls and women need this so fucking bad. Now more than ever.

#4. The Destruction of Gender

(Portia Woodman-Wickliffe, rugby player for New Zealand)

Which leads me to my next and pretty much final point as to the necessity of women's support of women's sports. Whether or not you're willing to admit it, most of you aren't interested in women's sports because of your gendered socialization.

This could be subconscious resistance (e.g. you're so used to it being mocked you can't fathom getting into it), or it could be simply because of your upbringing and current social environment. I've noticed, that most people engage with sports based on a pre-existing culture concerning sports. Most sons are introduced to men's sports by their fathers, and, as established earlier, it becomes a bonding ritual. Many of us didn't have those experiences as girls, so we never saw the value.

But I think this is also a part of enforced femininity. Right now, some parents don't want their girls watching women's sports because of how unfeminine the women are (and this usually goes hand in hand with homophobia, since a fair share of athletes are lesbian/bi). We're taught to be ladylike. To be demure. Female athletes can rarely afford to be. Even if they wear lashes to the court XD. They have to body their way through. They have to work and scrap and fight for their victories.

It's even more sad to me, since I'm now a very active watcher of women's sports (which I decided to get into on a whim one night, no lie, like I didn't feel like it I just decided to Google random stuff and look at highlights and then I got invested) how crippling that feminine socialization has been to me. How much I've missed. Not only has watching women's sports increased my own pride and confidence in my body, given me a space to experience joy in being a woman (outside of femininity), but it has also made me feel far more connected to women in a predominantly positive way (rather than trauma-bonding). It has humanized women for me, too. Even as a feminist. It's really kicked the shit out of what internalized misogyny I had left.

This is the primary reason women's sports has been so vilified, as I have pointed out in my other post on this topic: it is the loudest anti-gender campaign in society. It destroys patriarchal myths about womanhood and makes femininity and masculinity obsolete. This is why its still resisted today, and this is why it's integral to the feminist fight. Not only does it empower the fight for women's liberation, but it also bolsters movements for things like LGB rights, another movement that seeks to demolish the institution of gender in society.

Conclusion: This Is Urgent

While women's sports is on the up-and-up, female athletes NEED predominantly female audiences to ensure the integrity of their leagues and to minimize exploitation. If men remain the predominant stakeholders in women's sports, they get to demean, belittle, objectify, starve, sabotage and command the female athletes. They get to use women's sports to perpetuate misogyny and the dehumanization of women. At a time where women's liberation is gaining global traction and is heading to a potential climax with patriarchal society, this is something that is vital to our fight. I'm dead fucking serious. It stands to be one of our best assets in the global fight to humanize women. It is one of the best anti-patriarchal propaganda machines we have. We must protect it via our support both financially and with our time. We cannot let men take control of one of the biggest weapons we have. Girls need this. Boys need this. Society needs this.

WE need this.

[genderqueerdykes]

people ask why i am adamant about stating that i am a gay man and a lesbian, and why i don't just simply state that i am bisexual. while i do that sometimes, it's very important for me to express that no matter how i present, or what space i occupy, i am queer, read as queer, and will never stop experiencing my own personal queerness.

i am never clocked as a heterosexual anything. even when i was a cis passing trans man, i was viewed as a faggot and a butch dyke dating a woman. no part of me has ever been viewed as straight. from childhood i started presenting masc and growing facial hair and bulking up from my intersex condition.

i was always viewed as a butch dyke by my peers, partially because i was not great at hiding the fact that i was attracted to girls, but also because of how masculine i was, both by nature and choice. i have always been a dyke, to the point of my friends' mothers asking their kids about it. when i was dating my FTM exes, we were just two butch dykes to everyone around us.

once i transitioned into manhood, i was instantly clocked as a faggot, and will always be. this is most people's primary reaction to me. i am the stereotypical fag in real life. i walk the walk, and talk the talk. even if i am dating or having sex with a woman, i will still be viewed as a faggot who loves and fucks women. i will be viewed as a butch dyke even if i am identifying and presenting as a woman dating a man. i will always be viewed as a lesbian or a gay man. i will never be viewed as a straight guy, or a straight woman, or a straight genderqueer person.

i am not and never have been a straight anything, so it's well in my rights to clarify that i am a lesbian and a gay man, not a straight something and a gay something. i have the right to say this, because this is what i am, and i don't have to sell myself short. i am allowed to be honest about how i identify, and how i am viewed. it isn't entirely about how i'm viewed, because this is also how i feel. the feeling is mutual. it's alright to say this, if everyone in the situation agrees that's what's going on.

it's alright for me to say i'm bisexual, gay, and a lesbian at the same time, it's just stating the truth. some bi people are gay and straight, some people are gays and lesbians, the world keeps turning.

[solaiced]

consume(d by you)

context. Gojo was your high school crush, and now, he's a soon-to-be clan leader. Shocking, right? Yeah. What's even more shocking is the fact that he chose women to be his wife, and you're one of them. So, now, you're going on a date with him. Your crush. And also the most powerful sorcerer of this era.

content: food sex (at the end), clan leader gojo, au, first date sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up) and mutual pining.

word count: 7,7k (woah!)

solace: well this is fucking long..! enjoy people. also, for the sake of the no yn rule, your last name is hino. and if you saw mistakes, no u didnt.

To be honest, you've never seen yourself with a husband.

So, when the elders told you that you must go on a date with the Gojo Satoru so that he could choose a wife, you refused.

Why? Simply because it was impossible for you to even fathom being married to your high school crush and ex-friend.

Not that you were close, you just didn't want him to laugh at your face in the middle of the restaurant for even thinking you had a chance.

The elders’ response? Go immediately or you will be put on a death sentence. And since you had just gotten your Grade 1 sorcerer title, that was not in your to-do list. You still had stuff to do.

So, for the date, you put on your best attire. You had dolled yourself up a little, hesitating on mascara because you wouldn't be caught dead with black tears rolling down your cheeks. His teasing would obviously have that effect.

But you did it anyway.

You went for a simple black dress, decorated with lace and bows. It stopped at mid-thigh, which was modest enough but also cute and had a square cut.

When you stepped out of your house, a black limousine was parked in front of your street. The driver rolled down the window and ushered you in.

"Miss! You're late, please hurry up, we do not want to anger Gojo-sama!" He moved his hand frantically.

"I'm sure a few minutes won't be that bad." You tell him and settle in the backseat. You didn't remember him to be angry all the time.

He was usually laid-back and didn't care if some things were amiss. But you never knew, maybe he was more stressed, which caused him to lash out a lot.

You pulled out your powder-mirror and adjusted your makeup, ignoring the driver's pale face in the rear-view mirror.

A few minutes later, you find yourself lead to a table where a jittering white-haired male you once called a friend sits.

His eyes light up when you approach and he gets up, opening his arms. You find yourself in his arms quicker than you should've.

"Long time no see! I see you've gotten... not taller, that's for sure..." He snickers.

You frown.

"You've gotten wider." That wasn't supposed to be a compliment but he flexed his biceps and smiled.

"I know, right? But you're just as cute as before." Your cheeks burn at the compliment.

"Thanks, I guess." You take a seat in front of him.

"So," he starts, sitting as well, "do I call you Hino-chan or can I use my nickname for you?"

Ah, that damned nickname. Sugar. You don't know why he gave you that nickname, but he started calling you that the moment you talked to him.

"I don't know, 'Toru, can you?" You tease and smirk, leaning on the table with your elbows. He smiles sweetly and passes you a menu card.

"Well, thank you, Sugar, for accepting to come here. I heard from the elders you didn't want to at first." He purses his lips and flags the waiter.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" You give your order to the waiter and Gojo waits tor the latter to leave betore answering,

"Well, I chose you, of course. You're not the only one but you're my first choice!" He chuckles, then stops. "They didn't tell you?"

You shake your head.

"They told me they chose me to be one of your dates for you." You pout slightly. “So you chose me, huh?” You chuckle and his cheeks pinken.

"Listen, if I was going to be stuck with someone, l'd rather it be someone I know and like, you know?" You nod and he pours himself water.

You smirk, getting an idea. An opportunity to tease him was never an opportunity to pass up.

"Still a lightweight, 'Toru?" He chokes on his water and frowns.

"So, what? You gon' shame me?" You smile sarcastically and lean further on the table with your elbows.

"Maybe I will. How are you a grown man, 27, right, and still don’t drink alcohol. Grow up, baby." You giggle, but he knew you were joking, of course.

Afterall, being friends and almost dying together during your high school years would surely get you guys to be closer. It's not like he would ever take offense.

But when he flinched at the last word, you started questioning whether he had changed over the years.

"You okay, Toru?" You put your hand over his, the latter holding the stem of his glass.

He nods shakily but steadies the next moment, "I'm fine, Sugar."

He lets go of the glass and intertwines his fingers within yours. "You worried 'bout me?"

You splutter and shake your hand out of his grasp, "W-why should I? You're obviously fine, now."

He hums and grabs your hand again, “Hey, don’t go, I like your hand, it’s comfortable. I like the warmness.” He squeezes, grinning ear to ear.

"Yeah, and I'm about to sweat, soon." You squeeze back, snickering.

"I don't care. You forget if I choose you, I get to see you naaaakeeed~, so this little ‘inconvenience’ won't embarrass me unless it embarrasses you." He drawls, snapping away from you the moment the waiter comes back, but the after-effects of his words still make you flush deeply as you give your orders again, this time for dishes.

When the waiter leaves after you stutter out your choice, you turn to him with a frown and a stern look. "What do you mean 'if you choose me’, do I not have a choice?"

He nods, "When you accepted to come, you are obligated to follow me if I were to choose you. I wouldn't try to refuse." He shivers forcefully and grins, tucking a strand of you hair behind your ear.

You swallow nervously and nod back. I knew I shouldn't have come, you thought.

"You won't choose me, then?" You stay hopeful, maybe, just maybe, there's someone better. But alas, when he smiles innocently, you know you're done.

"You're the best one l've had this week. And also, the last one." You drop your head in your hands, seeing the last of your freedom taken away.

He lifts it up by your chin, pouting.

"Do you.. not want to marry me?" He sounds... insecure. But that's impossible!

The Strongest could never be insecure.

Right? Yeah.

"It's not like that, you're an old friend, I shouldn't even think of marriage with you, and I'm too young to marry!" You almost yell, covering your mouth as soon as the words tumble out clumsily.

He releases your chin, clicking his tongue, "Please, do this for me, I won't even care if you want a side chick or.. side dick, I don’t know what the male version is, I just need someone I'm comfortable with and someone I can hold a conversation with.”

“You don't know how much women I've heard talk about daddy's money, Chanel bags or whatever... They don't even know what work is!" He sighs, exasperated.

You smile nervously, looking around and settling your gaze back to your fiddling tingers, in your lap.

"Listen... I don't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage, I feel like... It'll end up badly and..."

"I'll give you everything you want. You won't ever need for anything. Hell, if you have a lover, he can come live with us. I don't care, please, Sugar." He cuts you off, almost whining your nickname.

He had his hands clasped together, pleading with his eyes, when you had looked up.

"Satoru, you don't understand. I don’t even want to marry right now. If I marry you, I'll be obligated to c-consumate our marriage the night of our wedding... and I'll have to get pregnant. That’s the most terrifying part.” You confess, words spilling out the lips Gojo liked to watch wrap around kitchen utensils and food.

You hear him sigh. Not all of it was lies, you truly wanted to find someone to love, and you want him, but you knew he was impossible to reach. Like an insect trying to touch the sky, you knew you’d never be able to do it.

It wasn’t self-deprecating, it was common sense. Everyone knew only a Goddess could fit a God like Gojo Satoru. It was only a matter of time until he found someone his level.

You hear your name, softly uttered as if it were spoken a decibel higher, it would chase you away. You lift your head, meeting his darkened, blessed blue eyes. He was stressed, you knew it.

The dimple at the edge of his smiles, normally always present, had dimmed, it was slightly terrifying.

“Satoru, are you okay?” You made sure to shut up the moment the waiter came back with the food, smiling softly and thanking him.

And when he left, Gojo, who had been marinating in anger at the waiter and also at the fact you smiled at that bug, stared at you, devoid of any emotion.

“W-Well?” You stood your ground, picking up your fork. Mentally, you were panicking. Gojo never showed you that face, not even in battle, always a smile on his pretty face.

“Hm? What?” He strains a small smile on his face, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He tilts his head, a strand of snowy hair falling in front of his left eye, you reach to push it back. He smiles more genuinely and you lean back.

“You looked… scary. Like… I almost pissed my pants.” You joke lightheartedly, looking down at your food as you start to dig in.

“Oh? Well, I was… just thinking.”

He, too, starts to eat.

“Oh, you can form thoughts?” You both snicker, before you get serious, “no, seriously, what were you thinking about?”

Gojo chuckles, swallowing his food, “thinking about how he gets you to smile so easily. Even if he’s a stranger and he’s just serving you.”

“Who..?” Then you realise, a frown forming between your eyebrows. “Gojo.” He stiffens, mouth wide open to welcome in a salad leaf in.

He hated when you said his last name.

“That’s a waiter… I’m nice to him because his job is hard…” You sigh, shaking your head.

“Does this mean you’ll marry me?”

“No.”

And the night continues, lighthearted banter but a certain tension filling the air.

When you two are done eating, he leads you outside after paying, his coat around your shoulders due to your shivering.

“Listen…” Gojo whispers, unlike him. He was so arrogant and excited all the time, you couldn’t fathom he could even be so nervous.

“I know I was pushing, but I still have a bit of hope.” Oh. He was still trying.

“Satoru-“ He presses his finger to your lips.

“I… Ugh. I recently learnt from Shoko that you used to have a crush on me back in the day.”

The world stopped. How could you trust Shoko with that secret? Obviously she would let him know. They were close friends.

“S-Satoru, wait, that’s from before- I-“ He shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours, hands cradling your head. Uncaring for the lipstick staining your lips. Uncaring for the fact you were standing in front of the restaurant.

He pulls away, gasping for air, just as you are. You’re stumbling over your words as you try to make out what this kiss meant.

“Need I tell you the obvious..?” This is the first ever time you’ve seen him so nervous. But instead of being helpful, you nod. You have to be sure.

"I had—have a crush on you, too." He sighs, not looking into your eyes to avoid your gaze.

Your whole world stills.

WHAT.

The Satoru Gojo had a crush on you? You? Of all people? You were barely Grade 1, average looking, seriously, your personality was the only thing making you likeable.

“Satoru, are you sure you’re not drunk? What did you drink?” You reach out to rub his cheek, he grips your wrist when you make contact, leaning into your hand.

“Sugar… who is Satoru? I only know Toru.” He chuckles, “I only drank water tonight. But… do you still have feelings for me? Or will I die of embarrassment?” He whines dramatically, frowning and leaning into your hand like a cat.

“S-Satoru… I never knew—“

“Now you know, please tell me, I’m getting nervous…”

“I… well…”

He droops visibly at your hesitation, dropping your hand.

You nod, looking away, still trying to figure out if he was joking or not. If this is a prank, you’ll never live it down.

“Wait, really?”

You sigh, looking back up at him, putting both of your hands over his cheeks, pulling him closer to kiss him.

You close your eyes to not get more embarrassed, it felt like your own cheeks would burst if blood filled them more.

Gojo hums, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest.

When you separate, although it was extremely difficult for Satoru to do so, breath was his body’s default need, but you were his only need.

“You can tell me now, is this a bet with Suguru and Shoko?” You insecurely look down, shuffling out of his grasp.

“W-What—why would you think that? I would never! I genuinely think you’re the one for me, I can’t imagine to with someone other than you. Please.” He whispers your name, soft and gentle, cupping your hips and bringing you closer, as you had moved away in your shuffling. “Please accept to be my wife. If I’m not fit to be your husband, I’ll give you everything so that you can forgive me and—“

You shut him up by to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with more eagerness and force than the earlier kisses.

When you withdraw, Satoru chases your lips, holding you tightly to him.

“More—“ He huffs, cut off by your hand.

“Satoru, we’re in front of the restaurant.”

“Then, come home with me, I’ll make you stay with me. I swear. You can take all my money if I don’t live up to your expectations.”

His voice is muffled behind your joined fingers, lips stretched into a smile.

“Is this a scheme to get pussy?” You deadpan, crossing your arms.

He gapes.

“Never! Why do you guys all think the worst of me. First, Shoko, then, Sugu, and now, you! I thought we were a team!” He whines, encircling his arms around your neck and gently choking you. Just gently.

“Ugh– Toru, you’re killing me!” You push against his chest, mouth wide open to pull air inside your lungs.

Gojo had other plans as he kisses you again.

“Satoru, we need to leave, where’s your driver?” You pull back, huffing.

“I came here by myself. Do you think I’m a bum who doesn’t know how to do anything else but fight?”

You scratch your head and look away, humming an unknown tune.

“You, of all people, should know otherwise…” He grumbles, turning away and crossing his arms.

You chuckle, putting your hand on his lower back.

“Joking. Why did you not let me drive, then?”

“I had plans for us.”

“And if I didn’t accept?”

“Then I’d cry.”

You coo, reaching to scratch at his undercut.

“Poor baby.” You drawl, giggling at the end.

“Your baby.” He corrects, smug as a bastard.

“Cringe.”

“Enough, let’s go to your new home.” He smirks triumphantly, walking to his car and opening the passenger door for you to get in.

“How gentlemanly.” You say as you enter, making sure to not lifting your ass too much for Satoru to see. But you know you fail when you hear him whistle. You knew he’d do that. Perv.

“Ugh, zip it.”

“I’m just checking out the goods I’ll be getting.” He shrugs, making sure you had no limbs outside and shut the door.

He climbs in the other side of the car, reaching for your belt to secure you, face dropping when he sees you had already done so.

“You let me do nothing, do you?”

He groans, pulling away to put his own belt on.

“It’s a habit, I’m sorryyy~” You draw out the last letter.

“Whatever.” He fake sulks and starts the car.

A few minutes later, you arrive at the Gojo Estate, marvelling at all the side houses and beautiful scenery.

You had already visited, but it was still the same reaction all the time; you, mouth agape and eyes wide with wonder, next to him, smug and guiding you by the hand or, rather, waist, now.

“Welcome back, Gojo-sama.” A servant near the main house’s entrance bowed lowly and respectfully.

“Hi Atsuya.” He greets and lets you enter first.

“No one’s home except for the servants. We’re alooone~” He whispers into your ear, pecking the outer shell of it.

“Jesus, Toru, don’t do that.”

He hums, guiding you to his room.

As he opens the door, you realise very suddenly how rich he was in comparison to you. He could probably buy you, and it wouldn’t make a difference in his wallet.

“Do you need anything?” He gestures to the bathroom.

“Yeah, I’ll wash up a bit and then I’ll come back.” You nod and head to the bathroom.

You didn’t actually need to go. But you did need to calm yourself.

I mean, when was the last time your crushes had actually acknowledged you? Never. So, better be ready.

You hear your name and perk up from the sink.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

Awh. He’s worried.

“Yes. I’ll be out in a minute.” You wash your hands and dry them.

Then, you open the door to go back to Gojo.

Except, you didn’t expect the Gojo Satoru, Strongest sorcerer of our time, in the Jujutsu world, to be unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing drool worthy abs, pretty pink nipples and miles of pale skin.

Your first instinct is to say sorry but you remember he’s supposed to fuck you, so you steady yourself and walk over to him, helping him with the buttons.

He smiles, “thank you, sweetie.”

“It’s not for you, I just wanna look closer.” You look up, a smug expression on your face. You place a warm hand on his pec and look down at his chest as your hand smooths over his abs, ribs and near his happy trail.

Gojo exhales shakily, gripping your hand. You look back up, questioning him wordlessly.

“Would you believe me if I said I’ve waited for so long?” He drops his head, swallowing nervously.

“Only if you believe the same for me.” You giggle, but they sound more like breathless huffs.

“God, I can’t wait to have you.” He kisses the side of your neck, holding your hand in one of his, the other resting on your hip.

You flush, and Satoru releases your hand, exploring your body with his to find the zipper behind you.

He groans when he doesn’t find it, “Sugar, where is it?” You tilt your head confusingly.

“Where is what?” You question, but realise the next second. You reach for the dress’s straps, pulling them down to reveal yourself.

You had a habit of matching underwear with the outfit you wore, which led to you using your lacy black set. It was the only black underwear that was clean.

Gojo gapes, choking on his spit and almost looking away bashfully, instead looking down when your fingers hooking in the waistband of his underwear to pull down.

“Fuck…” he exhales, throwing his head back to try and make sense that this is you, the one he always had a crush on since your freshman year and his sophomore year of high school.

“You’re already reacting this much, and I haven’t even touched you. How will you react when I suck you-“ He cuts you off with a calloused hand to your mouth.

You lift your eyes to meet his. His flushed face combined with swollen lips due to being bitten, is a tragic view.

He’s so ethereal, it’s impossible to have even imagined that he’s got a crush on you, of all people.

You were so sure there were women with more chest, butt and-

“Sweetie, if you start to doze off on me, I won’t be able to fuck you.”

Satoru interrupts your daydream about him.

His face is closer, still flushed and he now sports the handsome grin he always wears.

“Tch, don’t get too cocky. I’ll have you crying.” You retort, grinning as you shove your hand in his boxers, paling at the girth. It was barely hard, too.

“Well?” He crosses his arms. The fucker knew he was big, too.

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You feign boredom.

But you lied. It was everything you couldn’t naturally handle. You wonder how pornstars take such big dicks.

Because the next moment, he pushes you onto the bed, almost tearing his underwear off in his haste. He halts at your lacy set, pouting.

“Here’s a little bargain, sweetheart.” You perk up, eyes glazed.

“You let me tear off this stupid barrier,” you frown, crossing your arms. “And I’ll buy you whatever you want to replace them.”

You hum, interested in the deal.

“Who am I kidding? You’re going to be my wife, for fuck’s sake.”

And without warning, quickly unclasps your bra and rips off your panties, making you gasp.

“You jerk! Buy me everything I want— ah!” You shiver at his breath hitting your bare pussy.

“Satoru- wait!” You try to grab his hair but he was too fast, shoving his face into your core, moaning loudly like it was one of those atrociously sweet candies.

“Mmhfuck- sweetheart, you definitely knew about this.” His voice is muffled behind your folds, licking and sucking like your cunt was a lollipop.

“Toru, wait!” You grip his hair and pull him off, drawing out a low whine. Like a child getting candy taken away.

“Let’s make a bet.” You huff, leaning up on your elbows. He listens and sits back on his heels. He always loved to compete in useless things with you.

“Whoever cums first is a loser.” You sit up, grinning and putting your hands on his shoulders to help yourself onto him.

“Oh? Then it’s easy. I’d win.” He snickers, moving to put his head on the pillows to put you on top. You are secured by his hands on your waist, tightly grasping.

“Nah, I’d win.” You grin, moving to face his hardness full on, it still shocks you, but you put on a brave face and put your knees on each side of his face, presenting your mound to him.

Your face flushes, planting both hands on his thighs, gulping and kissing the tip to start. He twitches and you smirk, touching the underside of his tip with your tongue.

He shivers and shoves your hips down on his mouth to stop himself from getting distracted, moaning in ecstasy at your touch and taste.

You hiss and start working him up, licking from base to the slit on top and wrapping your hand around it, squeezing and jerking it off as you start to take him in your mouth.

Your jaw is aching when you take an inch or two in, swallowing nervously as it starts to rapidly approaching the back of your throat, humming in apprehension, which makes him twitch and moan in your pussy.

“Mmfuckk,” he licks your clit and suckles on it, kissing it sloppily. You grunt around his dick.

You drop your head another inch, taking it in like a champ and groaning, moving your hand up and down where you can’t reach.

He groans and plunges his tongue inside your cunt, slurping like it was his last meal and he was starving.

You moan and begin to move faster, bobbing your head and hand in sync to make him cum first.

“S-slooowww doowwwnhhh..” he hums in your pussy, shaking his head with his tongue lolled out, moving your clit left and right and stimulating it like a goddamned vibrator.

Unfortunately for him, you do the same, albeit unknowingly, because the mewls turns into vibrations on his tip and he spills inside your mouth with a loud cry, wrapping each arms around the upper part of your thighs and pushing you impossibly closer to his face to try to not make too much noise.

You suck harder in victory, keeping the cum inside your mouth while his poor weeping cock spurts more until it overflows and makes you pull off, cheeks full of semen.

You hum, almost purring in satisfaction.

Turning around, you try to remove your hips off his head, his strong arms around your thighs too tight.

You gulp down, begrudgingly, the salty and bitter taste running down your throat as you try to move, “You lost ‘Toru, let go’v me.” You grumble, wiggling your ass off.

“Nnnoooo, ‘m gonna wiiiinnnn…” he whines, tongue out to lick your exposed clit, determined to make you cum.

“I won! ‘Toru, let me get off, ffuuuhhhhckkk—“ your back arches as he sucks up your slick, making you dig your nails into his hips, thighs shaking.

“Let mhhhhheee make you ccuuuuhhmmm-“ he cuts himself off and pulls on your clit with his teeth. Suctioning it, soothing the pain and licking, slipping his tongue inside, grunting.

Fuck, he’s actually good, you think, as you bite your lip to restrain most of your whines, leaning further on his face, and slipping off his chin before he brings you back on it.

And finally, the coil in your stomach releases, and so does a scream of Satoru’s name out your mouth.

Flopping down on his chest, face near his erection.

…

He’s still HARD?

HOW?!

“‘Toru-“ you lift your head as he licks his lips, savoring the slick that glazed them, you suppress a pleased hum.

“Fuck, you’re good…” he mumbles, irked that you, his sweet little high school crush, managed to make him cum before him, the world renowned strongest sorcerer of this modern age, and self proclaimed squirt king.

It crushed his ego and he wanted to hide forever. Between your thighs, preferably.

“‘Tooooruuuuuuuu, stop hiding, I won.” You finally get off, changing directions so you face him, smirking as you straddle his lap, mindful of the biggest dick you’ve seen in your fucking life.

He huffs, hiding his face in the space between his elbow and arm. From what you can see of his face, he’s blushing, probably embarrassed.

“Don’t be like thaaaat, ‘Toruuuuu,” you chuckle, moving his arm away, “it was fun, wasn’t it? There’s no shame in being sensitive, don’t worry.”

Your grin could not be wider, he thinks, but it’s beautiful. He wraps his hands around your waist, grumbling under his breath about your eagerness to see him defeated.

“Don’t be a sore loser, ‘Toruuu.” You drawl, pecking the corner of his lips, cupping his cheeks.

He smirks, “it’s fine, I guess…” as he’s trying to move you downwards, but you catch the movement earlier than he could do more.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” You question as you grip his wrists, he smiles guiltily.

“You didn’t think we’d stop there, did you?” He cocks his head, like a cute, little clueless dog.

“At least give me a break, you unstoppable force.” You huff, pushing against his chest to slide further on his lap.

“Hooooh—careful.” Gojo slithers his hand to your lower back, pressing your core to his. He smiles like he just stopped you from falling, like a gentleman.

His gaze, however, was anything but gentlemanly. It was more like a bunny in front of a wolf. A prey in front of a predator.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you wanna eat me or something.” You huff, crossing your arms as you balance on his lap.

“Cause I do.” He laughs, leaning into you seductively. You push your hand against his lips when he gets too close.

He snaps his eyes open, frowning.

“I literally just swallowed your cum, you don’t want it.” You explain, removing your hand to place it on his hip.

He leans in again, too fast for you, as he cups the back of your head to push you into his tantalizing kiss.

He moans, trying to make you open your mouth, and hums softly when you do.

When you both pull away, Gojo lifts your right leg up, determined to have a second round.

“Wait! Wait! Put it in slowly, ‘kay?” You stop him, pressing both hands on his thighs, behind you.

“Uh-huh…” He nods absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the way his tip hooked inside your hole. He looked surprisingly mesmerized.

“I’m serio-ah!” You inhale sharply as he begins to push in, slowly, as you said. At least he took that into account.

“Ffffhuuck, fuckfuckfuck-“ He mumbles, closing his eyes and huffing loudly, almost whining.

Satoru pushes the tip in, but you already felt like you were going to tap out. You were Grade 1, sure, but in your ability to take dick, you’d be Grade 4. He was too big for your liking.

“I feel like…” He swallows harshly, breathing erratic, “you’re going to tear, uh-“ He pulls out, leaving you bereft and whining.

“Where’d you go?” You open your eyes, when had you closed them? and find him looking at your pussy like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Hold on, I’m gonna help you.” In all honesty, you were painfully tight for him, and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

So, as a remedy, he shoves a long finger into your pussy, spit coating it. You hold a yell, opting to dig your nails into his shoulder, leaving red crescent marks on his perfect pale skin.

“S’toru, slow it down!” You grit your teeth, shutting your eyes tightly.

He looks up at you, pressing sweet kisses on your lips, smiling at your expression. Right as he adds a second finger, your legs shake in effort, sweat coating your skin.

“Almost there, just one more, ‘kay?” He hums in your ear and gifting you little rewarding kisses to your face.

You nod, feeling your insides get looser, relaxing your muscles to ease him inside.

“God, hmmfh…” You open your eyes as he adds a third one, eyes trained on his fingers plunging inside of you. Your head tips backwards.

Suddenly, you feel empty, looking back down to see Gojo pushing his cock inside, his hand shaking as he lines up to your cunt.

“Agh— ‘Toruu!” You grab both of his shoulders and wrap your legs around his hips, trembling.

“Relax, please, please relax-“ he whines, putting his forehead against yours.

Did he just whine?

Your mouth opens, ready to tease him, however, you eat your words as he accidentally shoves more than half of his dick inside you.

A scream rips through your throat, swallowing his cock with your pussy.

“I got you, I got you, hnnggh.” He drops his head in between your neck and shoulder, tickling you.

“You’re so tight… ‘m gonna dieee.” He whimpers, nibbling on your skin. How could the Strongest ever die from pussy?

“You’re ngh-ot gunna- oh, die!” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him impossibly closer.

He begins to trust in shallowly, grunting like a wild animal, inhaling in between huffs.

He detaches himself from your neck, rubbing his lips to yours, a stray tear falling down his cheek.

“Aha, ha- you’re crying, you big baby.” You huff as you kiss his tear away. He sniffs, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t make fun of meee-hnngg..” He nuzzles into your kiss and tries to capture your lips within his.

You share a heated kiss, full of love (spit) and passion (teeth clashing against each other).

Each thrust sends you backwards, that Satoru fixes when he brings you back onto his cock.

You perk up when you hear your name, uttered so softly you couldn’t have heard of you didn’t listen closely, “can I put it all in?”

You look down, and eyes widening comically when you see only three fourths of his dick was inside. You swallowed in fear and anticipation.

That’s a whole monster there. Couldn’t he have at least had something that wasn’t good?

“I’m perfect in every way, obviously my dick would be big.” He snickers when you realize you said that out loud, pushing against his chest the way you did when he teased you, back in high school.

“No you’re…” You breathe in harshly, “bad at fucking me.” You snicker, regretting as soon as he shoves his dick all the way in, in, in, does it never end?

You moan loudly, sure to be ashamed of the aftermath later. But Satoru will deal with it for you.

“Shh, the walls aren’t, ugh- that thick!” He shudders, dropping his head in between your breasts with a loud whine out of his throat, teeth gnashing against each other to keep his noises in check.

You manage to huff out a laugh, but lock your legs around his waist, mouth dropping in a silent moan, the thrusts getting deeper and more desperate.

A nibble on your nipple breaks your haze, clacking your teeth together.

You grab Satoru’s hair and pull him off.

“What’s- what are you? A baby?” You scold half heartedly, mewling when he swipes a calloused thumb on your clit, your grip loosening.

“Y-yes—fuck!” He nods, dropping his head back into the comfort of your chest, his moans vibrating within your ribs. “I’m your baby, right?”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel as if Satoru was your lifeline and you had to keep holding him to live. You had both sets of limbs around him, arms around his neck and legs around his hips.

Thrust-thrust-thrust, it was a seemingly never ending process, of his thumb rubbing uneven patterns on your clit and licking your nipples like they were a lollipop. Whimpering, even. Never have you even fathomed the Strongest whimpering in front of you.

You giggle, breathless and on the edge of a moan. His eyes contort in confusion.

“Fuck you laughing for?” He grumbles, licking up to your neck, dragging the tip of his nose to tickle you.

“Never mind, I’ll make sure you forget how to laugh by the time I’m done with you.” He pulls out to the tip, his fingers forming a V around your almost red cunt to watch how it forms around his tip as he pushes his dick back inside, where it belongs.

He returns inside your arms, snuggling you as he wraps his around your waist to bring your pussy down on him, making the both of you cry out in spine breaking wails of pleasure.

“‘Toru, you bastard- at least warnaahhh-“ You shudder, gritting your teeth as he presses his thumb to your clit.

“Shut.. up, or I’ll cum.. too fahhstt..!” He closes his mouth but still the noise in the back of his throat still makes its appearance, making him whine loudly as he wills himself to not cum too fast. It would embarrassing for The Strongest to cum before his beloved, right?

“Can you just, c-cuhhhmm! Ah-already?” He complains, his eyes crossing and tears spilling down his red-streaked cheeks. You couldn’t believe yourself, but you thought he was cute.

“F-fuhck, please, ‘Toru, slow- ngh- down!” You pull on his hair, gasping for air. Unfortunately, he heard ‘don’t slow down’ and heeded to the non-existent words. In all honesty, you were going to die from too much dick, and you didn’t really mind.

He somehow picked up on the speed and went faster, sealing your efforts to walk tomorrow.

Suddenly, a low growl slices through the air, you open your eyes, when had you shut them? to see if your Satoru had turned into a monster mid way through sex, only to see his embarrassed expression, red flushing his face and not in the way that was pleasant.

“Was that you?” You ask breathlessly, wondering where the animal was, because you certainly didn’t feel hungry after all the food you ate at the restaurant.

“That’s.. my stomach. Pretty sure.” He buries his face in the space between your shoulder and your neck, panting at the movements he was subconsciously making with his hips.

“D’awww, is baby hungry?” You tease, scratching his undercut playfully, or as a way to comfort him. He slowly pulls away, a noise of discomfort working up both of your throats.

“Shuuut it. I’m getting Atsuya to get me some food.” You frown, grabbing him by the ear, to which he winces, moaning in pain.

“What does that mean? You’re leaving me for food?” You twist your hand slightly, making him cry out.

“Wait! Wait! Just let me do something, trust me!” He swats your hand away, pouting.

“Tch, if this is a ploy to ditch me, remember, I know your parents.” You warn, pushing the tip of your finger against his smooth and plushy pec.

“I won’t! Be right back.” He smacks a sloppy kiss on your lips, biting the lower one and rushing to get a bathrobe before heading to the door, yelling out some orders and coming back with a plate of… certainly not filling food. Whipped cream, cherries, even chocolate sauce and… candy. Various ones.

“What.” You deadpan, pushing a pillow between your thighs to avoid being indecent in front of servants.

“Well, I’m gonna eat on you.”

“Didn’t you eat a whole ass menu at the restaurant. I’m gonna kill you.” Satoru’s eyes widen, quickly putting the plate down and all but ripping the pillow away from your thighs, diving right into it, no prep.

“Satoru!” You cry out, your thighs straining to wrap around his head tightly, unfortunately, his hands were too strong, keeping them apart so he could eat his ‘appetizer’.

“Fuck, stop moving, I’ll get you in a better mood, I promise, Sugar.” He whispers, quickly shoving two fingers inside your mellow cunt, moving in and out in the most frustratingly fast way possible. You had to admit, he was damn good in bed.

You shudder, an orgasm electrifying your every being, with his stupid harsh tongue and fast fingers, he was making you cum in almost less than a minute.

He cleans you up, licking every fluid out of your pussy, sucking and slurping, the noises were abhorrently loud.

He pulls off, grabbing the whipped cream to spread it all over your chest, the coldness of it making your nipples perk up.

You jerk, hissing and trying to swat his hand away but failing when he plants his head in between your breasts and licks his sweet cream off, leaving red hickeys where he sucked particularly harshly.

“Satoruuuu…” You slip your head under his bathrobe to help him get it off, he lifts his head, dazed.

“You’re so beautiful, I could cry.” He mumbles, his tongue white from the cream.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” You scold, looking away as you feel a rush of blood through your cheeks.

He chuckles, getting off to take off the bathrobe, throwing it in the unknown corner where your other clothes reside.

“Itadakimasu.” He clasps his hands together, chuckling, then grabs your hips, bringing you down on his monstrously big cock. You could’ve sworn you felt like you were having sex for the first time again from how it felt, like you were being teared apart.

Your hands instinctively tangle themselves in his hair, bringing him closer. He huffs, his tongue lolling out to lick the rest of the cream left of your boobs, whining as his hips push flush against yours, your pussy lips stretching to take all of his freakish length. It was too big to be normal.

Satoru whines parts of your name, kissing down your neck to your chest, licking occasionally.

Your head tips to the side, swallowing a whine as he starts to touch your clit, rubbing weird patterns, but you wouldn’t complain when you’re this close. He already took this away once, you wouldn’t let him take it away twice.

“Su-Sugar, fffuck! What’s wrong? Hey?” He searches your face for any discomfort, wondering why you were spacing out all of the sudden, he follows your gaze, his eyes zeroing on the plate of sugary treats. He tilts his head cutely, wondering why you would look at that while he was rearranging your guts.

Meanwhile, you got an idea looking at the whipped cream and stem-plucked cherries.

“Would you… oh lord, turn over, let me ride you. Please.” You look away from his scarily bright blue eyes, eyeing your every move as his Six Eyes scan you for any wounds or tearing or anything that could bring you harm.

“Ohhh-kay…” He shifts, lifting you gently to straddle his lap, pulling you in softly.

The change in angle makes you wince, to which he panics and searches you for anything that could’ve hurt you.

“I’m fine, Toru.” You whisper his name in such a delicate manner, he wondered if he had broken anything in you. However, you get off of him, making him sound out a long whine out of his throat.

“Where are you goin’?” He blinks literal tears away to watch your blurry figure reach for the whipped cream and shaking it to thicken it.

“Do you trust me?” You ask him, approaching like a predator having found its prey. He nods hesitantly.

“Let me eat whipped cream off of it, and I’ll let you use me, trust me.” You promise, removing the cap off the bottle. You then kneel between his legs and tip the cream down to the tip of his length.

A wail rips out of his throat when the cold whipped cream touched him, his hands already pale from grabbing the sheets with such force, you’d think he used Lapse Blue to strengthen the hold.

“Cold, cold, cold! Fuck! You evil woman!” He shivers, you snicker, putting the bottle away and wrapping your hands around his cock to warm it.

Satoru’s mouth drops in a low moan, his hands struggling to take control of the situation despite his trust in you. You silence him quietly.

“I got you, don’t worry. I’ll warm you with my mouth, baby, don’t cry.” You coo, snickering at his hiss. Putting your hair behind your ears, you lick the cream and hum pleasantly, the taste sweet but not enough to deter you.

You lick all of it off, tongue swirling around Satoru’s tip as he whines, hips bucking up. Your name works its way up his throat, dragging it the last syllable.

You smile, taking more into your mouth as he chokes on air and sniffles. He looks down, a small frown between his eyebrows. You look up inquisitively, humming around the appendage and he jerks, shoving it all in and gagging you.

“Hhhgck!” He pulls himself off and cups your face.

“I’m sooo sorryyy, sweetie, let me make it up to you.”

“W-What?” You gasp when he hooks an arm under your knee, presses his tip to your entrance along with his lips to yours as he pushes in roughly, your noises silenced by his earlier act.

Your hands, however, were spared, as you scratched and spread up and down his back, to his undercut.

“Fffhuuuckk..” Satoru whispers against your lips in a desperate manner, a stray tear slipping on his cheek.

You wipe it away, giggling breathlessly, said breath getting knocked out of you each time he thrust too hard.

His hands roam the expanse of your hips and waist hesitatingly, not knowing what and where to touch.

He resolves himself to grab the chocolate sauce and pour it over your chest again, closing the lid and dropping it on the bedroom floor.

Licking all over you like a child tasting a lollipop, he hums in absolute pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips move with a mind of their own, his fingers messing with your clit to push you over the edge.

By the time he had licked you clean, you were cumming a second time, mind blank as you clenched hard on his cock, and Satoru felt like you were cutting his dick off.

Satoru whimpers your name, eyes shut and hips moving on instinct with his fat tip smashing against your g-spot, now that he knew where it was.

"I'm... gonna-!" He groans, biting around your nipple and leaving a mark that probably won't heal for a week at least. His resulting moan vibrated you to your core, and you probably climaxed again, but the sensations were starting to merge together. You couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

When you blinked back your consciousness, crying, out of pleasure of course, Satoru had already slumped in between your breasts tiredly. For once, his eyes weren’t on you, closed in exhaustion.

Your hands carded through his snowy hair gently, it’s as if you didn’t even feel his still twitching cock on your thigh.

“Sugar.”

“Satoru.” You respond, eyes closed as you recuperated. You feel him shift around on your body.

“You love me, right?” He plants his chin on your sternum, pouting up at you.

“Of course. Do you love me?” You open your eyes, your tone almost accusative. Satoru looks almost indignant, like you had ask him if he killed his best friend.

“Of course I do! I love you so so so much,” he squeezes you close to him and smacks multiple wet kisses on your lips and on your cheeks. However, he looks into your eyes with a small drop of guilt once he’s done.

You narrow your eyes, “what did you do…”

“Nothing, just,” Satoru sighs, flips over and drags you with him to lay you onto his chest. “Can we go again? I’m still hard.”

“You’re shitting me.” You look down, and to your horror, he wasn’t lying.

“Can we?” He looks so hopeful, so innocent as if he wasn’t asking to rearrange your guts more than he has already.

“No.” He whines and pouts, settling on wrapping his too-big arms (when did he start getting so buff? He was a twig in high school!) around you.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow then.” Satoru winks his cerulean eyes at you, attempting to flirt.

“You better not.” You already know you’re going to cave in. You predict it.

[hoosbandewan]

No matter who someone votes for does not make them a bad person. If someone votes differently than you and you find that as a reason to not support them then you are part of the problem. I'm thankfully open-minded and glad I can have Democrat and Republican friends and we can all still be friends even with different beliefs and opinions. I don't understand how anyone can have that mindset.... You want Peace and love but are the first ones to throw someone under the bus if they think differently than you do.

And using Ewan to push your thoughts is shameful

Having friends on both sides of the aisle is fine. Having a difference in opinions is fine. I think it can be incredibly damaging for people to get caught in an echo chamber and be surrounded only by people who share their same viewpoint. And the fact that we can all have our own thoughts and opinions is what makes a free country like the U.S. so wonderful.

I even know a good number of Republicans and conservative-leaning people who didn't and wouldn't vote for Trump. And, you see, that's the difference.

Voting for Trump.

You cannot, in good conscience, look me in the eye and tell me that casting a vote for Donald Trump makes you a good person. I could have forgiven a Trump vote in 2016, but not in 2020 and certainly not in 2024.

Trump attempted to overturn a democratic election and was indicted for it. And on that day, he voiced support for the Capitol rioters who wanted to hang his vice president for failing to reject the electoral votes that proved Biden's win.

Trump nominated Supreme Court justices to overturn Roe v. Wade, a move that has already killed women and will continue killing people. In Texas alone, the maternal death rate rose by 56% between 2019 and 2022, the year that Roe was overturned. Since the reversal, the infant mortality rate has risen by 7% nationally - and by 13% in Texas alone.

Trump is unapologetically and unabashedly racist, displaying repeated and disturbing rhetoric aimed at immigrants, Mexicans, black Americans, Haitians, Muslims, and more. In his first term, he instituted new procedural barriers to prevent immigrants from seeking asylum in America. He put migrant children in cages. He has unjustly called for the death penalty for numerous people of color - remember the Central Park 5?

Trump has threatened to deploy the military and law enforcement to target his political opponents and left-leaning Americans.

Trump rolled back almost 100 policies focused on clean air, water, wildlife, and toxic chemicals in an era when mitigating climate change is more important than ever. And he plans on gutting even more.

Trump is a convicted felon with 34 felony counts under his belt.

Trump has shown time and time again that his views and policies align with fascist ideals. He wants very, very badly to turn the U.S. democracy into an authoritarian regime.

And if this isn't enough, Trump has been endorsed by the KKK since his 2016 campaign. He's the golden child of white supremacists and white nationalists everywhere.

So, yeah. If this is your guy, I don't want fucking anything to do with you.

I am so sick and tired of Trump supporters crying about peace and love and civility and "oh, but where are the tolerant left?" when they turn right around and vote for Donald Trump.

You don’t get to hold abhorrent views and beliefs and then be friends with us. You don’t get to be friendly to our faces all while supporting a man who wants us dead or oppressed. You can't profess to love your fellow Americans if you are condemning them.

I don't want to hang out with racists and fascists. Because if you choose to support and vote for a racist, fascist, misogynistic, dangerous person, then that makes you one, too.