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eyestumblin · 2 years

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y'all like podcasts? it's 4am and i spent like an hour writing a comment on this 4 year old episode because i am a normal human being

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My response to the conversation starting at 40:30

I want to elaborate on the answer to Jarvis' question about how boys are trained what is manly/unmanly (and therefore must be feminine from the perspective of a strict gender binary). Even without adults or media instructing or demonstrating gender performance, boys and men also police each other constantly. If you walk "kinda gay", hold your hand a certain way or say something "wrong", there's always going to be someone telling you. When Briggon talks about performing masculinity in a traditional way, I thought of how that's also how a lot of us avoid sticking out and getting routinely hammered down for it. While I was still in the closet, I had friends as late as college trying to help 'fix' my behavior when I'd explain I didn't have a male influence growing up since I was raised in an all female household. Most of the advice I was given wasn't about compassion, generosity, or courage. It was almost always about making sure girls didn't catch you talking about your feelings, ignoring personal discomfort and concerns to "power through", and thinking of women as creatures that need caring for and shepherding. So much of the male pride I see modeled online is tied to the idea that men are stronger, more rational, more enduring, more capable in control- which inherently requires women to be lesser in those categories rather than equal. I didn't have a dad demonstrating what manliness is, so i've been closely observing the rules of masculinity from all kinds of sources for over 30 years, and I can safely say that all masculinity that relies on women being lesser or in any way an alien variant to the "default" of man is a house built on a foundation of sand. There's just too much evidence constantly debunking those ideas. Men who believe masculinity is the shepherding and othering of women have to actively try to control and keep women down and any person of a non-male gender standing as their equal is a source of insecurity and fear. This is a rotten way to exist in a social society where we all benefit from diverse ideas and approaches to life. It's bad for the men whose masculinity is constantly being challenged and it's bad for the people around them who these men feel required to step on to make themselves feel tall. The great news is masculinity is not a clean inverse of femininity with harsh boundaries drawn between. We are all human and our virtues (and vices) are genderless. Any rule of gender you think of today is a temporary and arbitrary construct specific to one time and culture. If you look around the world and throughout history, even the broadest cultural norms have shifted wildly over the ages. That said there are traditionally masculine characteristics I delight in striving to achieve. I do not seek fights or danger, but when i'm feeling scared or encounter someone who needs help, being a man gives me courage to stand up, speak up, risk my own safety if need be. When I have more than I need, I am glad to be a man who provides for those around me. Being a member of a team and carrying my own weight (and maybe a little of someone else's) also gives me a great sense of fulfillment. If any young guys are reading this, figure out what you care about and dedicate yourself to it. Don't let the peer pressure swerve you. Love being a man, be proud of it. Just know trying to degrade and control others isn't a mandatory part of the bundle, and having feelings and needs is just part of being human.

#whoops i wrote #been a while since i used this tag #long post #masculinity #sad boyz podcast

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rocorambles · 4 years

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I've been thirsting for step bro Hinata pounding into you when your parents and Natsu went out to buy some school supplies 👉👈😔😳

Going to age this up a bit to timeskip Hinata when he was training in Brazil and make it a yandere scenario since I don’t write regular smut for incest and pseudo-incest scenarios

Warnings: Yandere, Pseudo-incest, Rape/Non-con, NSFW

You’re still adjusting to having new family members after your father had recently married Hinata’s mother. Family. What a strange term to use with people you barely know, people who were strangers until just a few months ago, people who only know you as a professional working adult. You’re a single child, or you guess ‘were’ is more accurate, so adjusting to having siblings for the first time in your life was a mental roller coaster. Technically you’re about the same age as the oldest son, Hinata Shouyou, but since he was away in Brazil, you had only met Natsu. The younger girl was feisty and energetic, but you also saw the sweet side of her and you were glad to be able to help fill at least a bit of the gap her brother had left when he went abroad. You’d always wanted a sister and even though it’s not exactly the dream scenario you’d imagined, Natsu and you make do and the two of you get close as you visit her at college and take her out to eat some real food and not the junk they serve in the campus cafeterias. You had finally settled into a comfortable rhythm with your new step-mom and step-sister when Hinata had returned home just as Natsu’s summer break had started.

He’s cute. He’s not quite as short as you had imagined he would be from all of Natsu’s old high school stories of him and you have to tilt your head up to look at his bright smile. But you don’t dwell on thoughts of him too much as you continue living your life, going to work and returning to the shared household day after day. Hinata’s busy catching up with his sister and mother for the first few weeks he’s home and you smile as you see Natsu the happiest you’ve ever seen her. But it was only a matter of time before the two of you would have to begin to get to know each other. There’s only so much avoiding and hiding you can do when you’re all living in the same space.

You’re washing the dishes after dinner one day when you feel a body press against you, far too close to you, far too warm and startled, you whip around only to see Hinata smiling at you as he reaches over to grab and dry the cleaned plate in your hand. You’re uncomfortable, but you’d seen how physical Hinata was about expressing his affection so maybe this was just normal for him. Maybe this was just him trying to be friendly to his new step-sister. Shrugging off your discomfort, you smile as the two of you continue washing and drying the dishes and you ignore the way he seems to edge closer to you until he’s practically leaning against you and you ignore the way his fingers seem to brush your fingers more than they should when he takes the silverware and dishes from you.

Fleeting touches become more aggressive, more intimate. Polite small talk becomes dangerously flirtatious and sexual. And you shiver as you feel a pair of eyes always staring at you, trailing after you whenever you’re home. You consider confronting him about it, maybe telling someone else about it, but you recoil in disgust at where your own trail of thoughts are leading. Surely it’s much more innocent than you’re thinking. Surely he’s just being extremely friendly. Maybe it was just new attributes he had picked up while in Brazil. You know the culture there is much warmer, much more physical than Japanese culture. Yeah, that must be it. You laugh in mortification at having somehow almost convinced yourself that Hinata was actually trying to come on to you.

But your own conviction doesn’t completely dispel your unease and you throw yourself into work, working longer hours, hanging out with your friends and coworkers more, trying to do anything you could to avoid being in the house as much as possible. It’s high time you moved to a place of your own, but you needed to save a bit more money before that.

Summer is coming to an end and you groan, hungover from a happy hour that had gotten out of hand when someone knocks on your door Saturday morning. “Come in,” you croak out. And despite your cotton mouth and the pounding of your temples, you smile when Natsu waltzes in and asks if you want to go shopping with her. The new college semester is going to start and she has a whole list of school supplies and new outfits she wants to buy. You really want to say yes and you almost do, but just as your mouth opens, a particularly painful pulse to your head halts you and you sheepishly tell her you’d need to pass for today, but that you’d make it up by taking her shopping for clothes tomorrow instead. You slump back down into bed as you vaguely hear your parents and Natsu say goodbye as they exit the house and you prepare to get some more shut eye, only to be distracted by the way your door suddenly swings open and Hinata pokes his head in.

You bite back a groan when you see him and you pull your covers over you as you tell him you’re still sleeping and that you’d talk to him later when you’re up and you sigh in relief as you hear the door shut, but you almost choke on your own saliva when your covers are ripped off of you and a figure is suddenly on top of you. Any pretenses of being polite dissipate immediately as you angrily shout at Hinata to get the fuck out of your room while you try and hide your skimpily clad figure only covered by a practically see through lace nightgown you had worn to bed last night. But angry shouts get stuck in your throat as a ripping sound echoes throughout the room and you try to register the sight of the torn fabric in Hinata’s hands and your now completely bare body.

You’ve barely comprehended what’s happening enough to begin to struggle, but it’s too late and you sob as hands maul your breasts and teeth leave stinging trails all over your body. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. It becomes like a mantra for you as you plead over and over again for him to stop. But Hinata’s voice suddenly slices through your panicked haze and bile rises in your throat at his words.

“Call me nii-chan and I’ll stop.”

“You fucking sick piece of-NGH”

Your scathing words are cut off as he harshly pinches your sensitive clit, but your pride and morals still keep you silent and it’s only when he bites your sensitive clit, tearing a pained scream out of you that you give him what he wants.

“Nii-chan, please stop.”

You curl into a fetal ball of shame as you feel his weight stop pinning you down, but your heart sinks at the sound of clothes rustling and you scream as your legs are spread so far apart you’re afraid your muscles might tear. Your hands reach up to push him, but when he shoves his entire length into you in one swift motion they claw at bed sheets instead as your body tries to come to terms with the pain and humiliation it’s experiencing. You’re not even cognizant of the way you wail “nii-chan, stop” over and over again, but Hinata is far too aware of the slip of your mouth and it only drives him to go harder, deeper, and faster. You feel incredibly tight and the fact that you’re forbidden fruit only makes everything even more tantalizing and he can feel his peak coming right around the corner. You brokenly moan as his hand slides between the two of you and begins to furiously rub at your abused clit and despite your best attempts to push down the pleasure unfurling more and more inside of you, your back arches as a loud “nii-chan” fills the room. And that’s all it takes to push Hinata over the edge as he shoves himself balls deep into you one last time and holds you tight to him as he empties himself into your quivering walls.

Feral eyes wickedly gleam as they stare at your spent body still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He’ll enjoy a few more seconds inside of you before he gets up to find a wet cloth to wipe you with. After all, nii-chan needs to take care of his pretty sister after they’ve played too hard.

#hinata x reader #haikyuu yandere #yandere haikyuu

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