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padfootastic · 2 years

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Do you think fandom can be sexist towards female characters?

I see the Jegulus fandom wanting to write Lily completely out of the picture and wolfstar people generally hate Tonks.

oof. i have…a very rambly, very long answer to this bc i don’t think it’s a simple yes/no so i’ll put this under a cut for people to skip if they wanna, yeah?

so, straight off the bat, im not a fan of using pejorative labels for writers in general but particularly for fanfic authors. for one, we don’t know who’s writing behind the screen + what their motivations/inspirations/intentions are. two, everyone writes for a different reason. perhaps someone is venting, or projecting, or using it as a therapeutic release; often it’s lifted straight out of their own life. so i try not to judge the text in front of me based on stuff like that. (this leeway could also be because i used to read a lot of bashing fics where the majority of them are women, i think, and often with the flimsiest, most irrelevant reasons that are straight out of the Sexism Handbook of Traditional Patriarchy too so maybe i just started rationalising it for myself? idk)

second, i think it’s pretty well known that the majority of fandom is some combination of women/queer/neurodivergent/POC etc etc. so applying the lens of ‘critiquing mainstream media produced by cishet men’ doesn’t…really work here, i don’t think. the way we would analyse sexism in say, marvel or disney won’t (shouldn’t?) be the same as how we do it for fandom imo.

that being said, it’s still entirely possible for certain ‘problematic’ tropes/ideas to be prolific, right? this is where the sexism u mentioned comes in. i prefer to use symptomatic language here so saying ‘xyz has sexist/x-phobic elements’ instead of an absolute ‘the work/author is sexist/x-phobic’ because i don’t think the latter is either useful or accurate. when it comes to this, there’s one really important thing i look for here. is the author aware of what they’re writing? (which is a whole other issue tbh, complete w why i feel more comfortable around darkfic authors but let’s not go there rn lol) because a lot of the authors who write out lily or tonks in these ships do so knowingly bc it’s the only way for their plot to exist/evolve. sure, you can have an amicable resolution but will it provide the conflict u need? will it make for good entertainment? will it lead to 3D characters?

stories often need an antagonist and is it unfortunate that women often end up filling the role? sure. absolutely. i’d argue that one of the reasons we have so many mlm ships compared to wlw is because of mainstream media giving us better written men more often than not. and i think it’s totally fine to feel angry/frustrated/upset about that, especially when it carries over into fandom which is supposed to be a fun, inclusive, safe space. i get really frustrated at a lot of wolfstar discourse that entirely ignores the possibility of bisexuality. the vehement insistence that that a certain character can’t be with a woman bc they’re queer, for example, rubs me the wrong way and i think what you’re mentioning is something similar too. but, i always stop myself from assuming malicious intent on the author/fic’s part bc just because they write/believe something in fiction doesn’t make it true, ykno? and i can always step back and go look for something else that’s more to my liking.

and i think every creator would have something like this in their works tbh. i certainly do. i know for a fact that the way i’ve written lily in shovel talk and the patronus fic isn’t exactly favourable to her—even though i’ve tried to be neutral, she has definitely come out looking worse than the others and i admit that that’s on me. i wanted a certain dynamic & characterisation for james & sirius and this was the way to achieve it. people are allowed to dislike that. but they must also acknowledge that i’m allowed to write her that way.

i think, more often than not, we end up looking at this in simplistic binaries. ‘i like this -> good -> allowed to exist’ or ‘i don’t like this -> bad -> shouldn’t exist.’ i’m…not a fan of that. my opinion is we should advocate for more mindfulness within our writing but allowing writers to craft their stories the way they want (bc ultimately fic is supposed to simple and fun and not something you agonise over). and this is all interlinked, right? because the moment we say ‘ok. this might be portraying women in an icky manner, i don’t like it but the author can do that bc it’s a piece of fiction’ then u open the gates for more responsible reading & writing. authors would feel comfortable tagging their works with this, they can discuss it openly w/o being worried about reproach or ‘being cancelled’ and readers can make a more informed decision. but if you go in guns blazing with ‘ugh this fandom is so sexist, look at how it’s treating its women’ then you’ve pretty much killed all possibility for dialogue and improvement and that’s not helping anyone.

this kind of also ties in with my previous point about having differing standards for mainstream vs niche mediums of art. fanfiction authors are often, ironically enough, held to higher standards than published/paid creators which is interesting bc u can argue that their work doesn’t even have the kind of social impact that mainstream media does.

anyway. i’ve gone off on enough tangents here lol but i think i’ll end it with this: yes, women definitely come off worse in certain spaces, especially when they have to compete with mlm ships but i think that’s a conscious decision that authors take within the bounds of the material they have. as long as they are conscious of the fact/acknowledge it, i think likening it to sexism isn’t fair because u can’t have a story without plot devices, uncomfortable as they might be. if you see a pattern in someone’s stories of women being constantly shunted aside negatively, then i think u can take note of it and avoid it. maybe have a conversation with the author if they’re willing to talk about their creative choices. i feel like that’s the most u can do when it comes to online writing where u have no idea who’s on the other side of the screen.

#fandom wank #just in case #i’ve actually thought about this a lot tbh #partly bc of my own reading habits (present + past)#partly bc it crops up as ‘discourse’ far too often for my peace of mind #and i tend to stay out of it bc i don’t like the way in which unfolds #it feels too cult-like for me most of the time #and everything is always taken in bad faith #but yeah. it doesn’t mean i don’t have Thoughts™️ on it #(when do i not lol)#i hope ive managed to explain things decently here?#if there’s anything that’s…off then hey dialogue is always welcome #as long as everyone treats it in good faith and doesn’t attack anyone personally #i edited this 3 times to cut down on useless stuff and i still feel like i’m just rambling aimlessly here smh #not having an absolute answer was a deliberate choice and not me waffling about #bc i don’t think u can just narrow it down to a yes or no #but that’s just me #i know some people have stronger opinions on either side #which is totally valid tbh #it’s everyone’s individual experience that forms their view #and mine caused me to arrive at this #i can also acknowledge i’m often in a headspace to be able to take this sort of neutral/good faith approach #bc i don’t rly have triggers or squicks #that’s not the case for everyone so some would feel more strongly about this #so having a variety of opinions comes in handy here #pen’s asks

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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i still have bricks for brain but i’ll try chapter 9 has a tentative beginning now :)

Time and space mean nothing as pure energy courses through Steve, plucking him from this world and throwing him into another.

Consciousness becomes a matter of chance as coherent thought is replaced with nausea and disorientation. Vertigo attacks him, drags him to and fro, and he can only let it happen until the world spins away from him completely, and he lets go, no longer clinging to fierce wakefulness as darkness takes over once more.

He’s falling, until he’s not.

It’s dying, until it’s not.

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When Steve becomes aware of his surroundings again, it is with a strong sense that something is wrong. Different. The sickly sweet smell of death and decay that permeates the air leaves no doubt about where he is. The stench of the Upside Down nevertheless hits him with a feeling of familiarity that’s as uncanny as it is unwanted, and Steve elects not to think about it too hard as he blinks away the bone-deep exhaustion and moves to sit up. It’s like trudging through tar, coming to his senses and orienting himself in the deep darkness.

Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, his eyes get used to the absence of light enough for him to make out the slumped form of Eleven just a few feet beside him.

With a groan, he tries to sit up and promptly falls forward, his body stiff and dull, like he has used up his capacity for pain and is left with immobilising numbness. But it’s enough to start moving closer to El.

He tries to lift his shirt over his nose to filter out the stench, but it only gets worse as he’s starting to move. It’s like the very motion of breathing is enough to provide circulation to whatever qualifies for air in the Upside Down version of the Hawkins Middle School hallway.

It’s not air, he knows. It’s not meant to keep him alive.

A particularly awful wave catches his nose even through the t-shirt covering half his face, and it clings to his tongue, leaving an earthy sweet taste of decay on his tongue.

Steve chokes on it; retches and dry heaves, desperately trying to remain in control, until nausea and disorientation catch up on him and make him throw up.

Exhausted, weak and tired, he falls to his side — away from his own vomit, luckily.

Something’s wrong. He feels it as he begins to sweat, his breath wheezing, his head aching. He feels sick. He never felt sick here before. Dizzy, sure, and definitely nauseous. He knows that the atmosphere is toxic; Hopper told him last year, much too late for any of them, but Steve just nodded. Didn’t ask how toxic. Didn’t ask what could happen to them. Just nodded and shrugged, because what else was he supposed to do.

Maybe he should have asked. It’s too late now. For many things.

And then, wheezing and sweating and feeling like that fever he’s been ignoring earlier this week is back now, tenfold, until his whole body feels like it’s on fire. Steve can only groan, wheeze a sorry excuse of, “El” as invisible flames are tonguing at his skin, eating away at him and reaching for the life trapped inside his rapidly beating heart.

He thinks, for a horrible moment filled with dread and hope alike, that this is it. He's done his part, Time has changed, Fate can catch up now, and his friends get to be safe. Everything else can rewrite itself and he'll die here, or wake up to a changed world in 1986, like it happens in the books and movies.

For a moment, Steve is hit with clarity and realisation; and he wants to chase it, but then thoughts are replaced with pain again and he can only lie there and suffer through it.

It’s no longer just his arm burning, gripped by the Demogorgon as it refuses to die. It’s his middle, his head, his legs; whole body, and Steve wants to scream, because his is worse than dying. This feels like being struck by lightning in free fall, it feels like his mind is being branded with fire and electricity and the cutting edge of a blade.

And Steve turns despite the pain; crawls forward to reach El, to make sure she’s alive, to wake her; to tell her to run. To leave him here.

But then, something strikes him from head to toe, electricity running through him and leaving him stunned and immobile for one second, two, three, before—

It’s over. The pain is gone. The nausea, the fever, the disorientation. The darkness. His weakness.

He can move again, clenching his fist and watching as his fingers move like they should. No longer forced into stillness, no longer immobile with pain and invisible force.

Steve takes a shaky breath and rises to his knees slowly, careful not to set it off again. Whatever that was.

He’s not sure he wants to find out, though, even as he reaches for his throat, no longer assaulted with the smell. It’s dulled now, like a memory, and it doesn’t fucking make sense.

“El,” he rasps, closing what little distance is left and lifting her gently so her back is resting against Steve’s chest, her head on his shoulder as he looks her over.

She’s still breathing, but she looks horrible. Trickles of blood running from her nose, her ears, her eyes, and Steve remembers the agents’ heads exploding right before the Monster came. He remembers the shockwave that didn’t catch him but threw Hopper against the wall behind them. He remember the Monster, screeching and writhing against the wall, powerless against El’s grip, her force.

He wipes away the blood with the sleeve of his sweater as gently as he can, because his hands are covered in sprinkles and splatters of blood from the agents, and grime from the floor.

“El, come on,” he says, slowly beginning to sway with her in his arms. “You gotta wake up. It’s over. You did it. You did so good, buddy. Now all you gotta do is get up so we can get out of here, yeah? Together.”

Despite the darkness, Steve can see a frown forming between her brows and relief floods him, his body overcome with an invisible force of a kinder origin this time.

“Together?” she says, her voice no louder than an aborted wheeze, but it’s the only noise beside his rapidly beating heart and the heavy breath in his own lungs, so Steve still understands.

“Yeah, man,” he sighs, brushing away dirt and grime from her forehead. “Together, we promised.”

She opens her eyes, finally, and blinks up at him through tired eyes.

“It’s gone.”

He nods, holding her a little tighter to his chest for a second. “Yeah, it is. You did that. You did it. And I’m gonna get you home now, okay?”

She nods, but it’s slow and clumsy. She must be feeling just as disoriented and weak as he did just a minute ago.

“Think you can stand?” Steve asks, already helping her up. He’d carry her, but he’s not quite sure where his body’s limits are right now, and he’d hate to make it worse for both of them.

But she makes it, can easily stand on her own, but still reaches for Steve’s hand as soon as she can. He takes it without hesitation.

#steve and el in the upside down 👀#this will probably be heavily edited as this was all written in one go and uhhhh words idk idk but hey!!!#it’s been a month if anyone wants to read these 1232 words here you go :D #time travel au

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el-im · 2 years

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i have most definitely been voting with my heart and not my head in the wife guy whackdown… but what can I say. sometimes you have to follow your heart…

#i know in my heart that trip shouldn’t have gotten as far as he did bc as much as I love him and I love him/tpol he’s not a wifeguy #but. I’ll be damned if I didn’t vote for him as long as I could #because I am a FUCK #I’m sorry for not being objective but in fairness I don’t think anyone voting for ***** over ANYONE we went up against was being objective #so #also…. martok………. martok…#captain's log #trek #you know what this is? this is al calavicci exclaiming ‘I see it in her eyes!’ and Sam Beckett going ‘you may feel it in your loins but you #most definitely don’t see it in her eyes’#‘Sam.’ ‘what?’ [repentant] ‘I feel it in my loins.’#edit: hey wait let me put it this way. i think of a wifeguy as s guy who is very vocal about loving his wife and sort of.#has his attention toward/devotion to said wife be an integral part of his personality #reminded of the man who left a night out w friends suddenly after talking about how much he loved his wife #then announcing that he missed her and that he was going home immediately to be with her.#in trek terms this is... rom. it's rom. he's THE wife guy. i know this.#miles o brien can suck my dick you read it here first folks #i hate him #also ***** but if i say that i get banned

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mazojo · 2 years

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I rly rly hope Aqua doesn't 'end up' with either girl, it would be less creepy if the mangaka didn't keep bringing up the fact that he IS an adult and both of them are teens. Like Kana becomes an idol specifically bc of a crush, and Akane is openly called a kid. And that scene in the diner, where he says he used to play around w girls? Amazing, a harem manga where the LEAST creepy ship is the guy and his mom

AKKSKKSKKWK ANON YOU ARE SO RIGHT BESTIE !!!

Ngl all aqua ships have always rubbed me the wrong way and made me uncomfy. Like I know he has the body of the same age as the others and what not but I can’t stop thinking of him as his doctor self so it just makes me incredibly off put. I like his relationship with Kana as friends because I think he does help both her and Akane in his own kind of weird way to grow as individuals but romantically it ain’t there for me

Specially because he kept using them and like idk,,,,,, they both deserve so much better

#just to anyone reading who ships it pls know I ain’t here to bash or argue with others about this #you are free to ship whatever you want but I agree with anon it’s super weird how he has his old conscience and keeps using this girls #he supposedly cares about and now is romantically engaged with one and they have no chemistry either :/// weird to me #but hey you are all free to ship what you like it just ain’t my cup of tea I hope this doesn’t get anyone mad lmao #AnYways anon clink clink here is to Kana and Akane popping him off and kissing the true endgame am I right #manga #oshi no ko spoilers #oshi no ko #anti aqua #i guess?? i don’t know their ship names lol #anon #ask #also the su community that ships aqua and ruby? now THATS fucked up don’t do that #sub**#if anyone ships that pls unfollow me because ??? why.#i saw an edit the other day of them and I had to reflect on everything wrong with the world for a moment

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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 2 years

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And now I've just learned that Tumblr now throws you a little party when making a post from desktop, it throws confetti across the screen and a little banner at the bottom with the options to Blaze the post?? what the heck

#kee speaks #i'll stop making new posts now #i'll go like a week without making a personal post and then have nights like tonight where i make three in an hour #update on my griping about the alarm volumes: i realized the app gives me the option to send feedback #so i griped about the alarm volumes directly to the people who might do something about it #well not really griped but i just said hey it'd be cool if i could change the volume individually #anyways ok meds are kicking in and i go sleep time #EDIT: oh also if anyone reads this far: I'm leaving next week for like two weeks #idk what my internet situation is going to look like i imagine i;ll have wifi in the evenings and early mornings for the first few days #but idk about after that #i was worried i wouldn't have a queue going while i'm gone but then i suddenly got really in the groove and now my queue is full until like #novemer 25th or something like that #only 4 posts a day but it at least will look like i'm active #i've been going through my likes and queueing stuff so if you see me suddenly reblogging stuff from you from like almost a year ago #that's why lmao #scrolled through like four different hyperfixation era's lmao #and the whole time going 'when the hell did i think i was going to reblog this much stuff about one specific show??'#there was. a lot. biggest ones were ofmd and mk lol

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caruliaa · 2 years

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the vibe of the "your integrity makes me look small... its like im wasting you honor" line is when us mutuasl r all in fandoms for and have intrests that are actually well written and made and like actually good and intresitng to someone who isnt dumb and ur jsut here with ur cringe blorbos from ur childish shows

#'ohh peaches is being all annoying and sad again-' your lucky its not worse !!! cunts !!!#sorry idk whats going on w me. hey guys dw abt me in just tired or possesed #i prommy ill be like why the fuck did i post this when i wake up tmrw. its jsut how it goes #but today i tihnk tihs is mildly funny even tho ik its incomprihensable #and itll scare of some of the extra followers so yay !!#also jsut to clarify like. pls keep at it with ur actually good intrests im not trying to make anyone feel bad abt them #im just saying i suck and am cringe and emmbarssing !!! bc i am ell ohh ell <3 #again will prob regert this tmrw #oh well. i literally feel so hot and fevery its prob just heat but oh well.#also sorry for calling u cunts you are all grea.t #ok bye bye #flappy rambles #EDIT: also i feel like a morally bad person bc of my shit media taste gebuibly i do .#and this isnt bc of anyone who would read this far but its def bc of how some you post. soooooooo.#edit edit: also sorry for being insane and crazy and diculus it is the tiredness and the heat ill be normal tmrw i prommy ill be soo normal

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osaemu · 8 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ staying the night at your ex-husband's house was a mistake. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. you and gojo have a daughter. oral (m. and f. recieving), satoru calls you a slut + whore, degradation mixed with praise, mocking, dacryphilia.

author's note: edit—crying bcs an irl read this and alluded to it in one of our convos pls actually kill me /hj

"hey, sweetheart," the man holding your daughter's hand says casually, as if he doesn't know how much you hate the pet name. "you took your sweet time."

a familiar scowl makes its way onto your face and you cross your arms. "satoru, will you ever stop calling me that?" you ask exasperatedly, pressing two of your fingers into your temples.

six years.

you've known satoru for six years, and you were his wife for four of them. now, after a long, painful road, you two were finally divorcées.

it's been a year since you and satoru ended things, and sure, it was hard for all of you, but life moved on. your daughter, to her delight, still gets to see her father on weekends. and unfortunately, you usually tagged along.

"mommy, can we stay for the night?" your four year old asks, looking up at you with big, shiny eyes. "please?"

you hesitate — if it were up to you, you wouldn't stay in this house, the one you once lived in any longer. "sorry, pumpkin. i think we should go. wouldn't wanna intrude on daddy's space any longer."

you hate the look on satoru's face when you refer to him in the same way your daughter does. fucking pervert.

"you two can stay as long as you want," satoru interjects smoothly. he smiles lazily, kneeling down to your daughter's height and ruffling her hair. "it's kinda late, isn't it? i'd hate for you to have to drive all the way back in the dark."

"yeah, mummy!" your daughter says, nodding along to satoru's words. "i'm tired."

you wince and ignore the smug grin on satoru's face as he stands back up with a soft grunt. "we should head home, kiddo. i bet your dad has work to do, and we have our own house."

satoru frowns slightly at the last statement, but he doesn't even consider shooting back — not in front of his daughter. "sweetheart," he says to you, voice coated in that sickeningly sweet tone that you hated, "it's late. and i don't have any work."

when satoru sees the way you scowl at him, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "you have any other reasons why you wanna leave?"

none that you need to know.

both your ex-husband and your daughter, who takes after her dad more, take your silence as grudging agreement.

"hey, kid, d'you want to go to bed?" satoru fondly asks your daughter, ruffling her hair again. when she nods, sleepiness evident in her eyes, satoru scoops her up and carries her off to her room without looking back.

when they turn the corner into your daughter's room, you sigh and plop down on satoru's couch. your ex-husband was an infuriatingly good father, and it pissed you off.

a couple minutes later, satoru strolls out of the room, closing the door gently behind him.

"so, babe, you dating anyone?" satoru says conversationally as he plops down on the couch next to you. he's close enough to make you tense, but stays just out of your personal space.

"what's it to you if i am?" you mutter, ignoring the pet name. you know that if you tell him to stop, he'll just say it more, so you don't bother.

he scoffs and faces you, resting his back against the arm of the couch. "what's up your ass today?"

"fuck off, satoru."

satoru whistles and tsks at you, shaking his head. "language, sweetheart. you kiss our daughter with that mouth?"

after a couple seconds, his expression softens and he studies your face carefully. "what's on your mind?"

and just like that, you're back to the times when the two of you were happy. back when satoru wasn't such a dipshit and actually cared about how you felt.

unfortunately, those times were over.

long over, you remind yourself as you dig your nails into the palm of your hand. "nothing you need to be concerned about," you reply. your tone is clipped, and the words come out harsher than you meant them to.

satoru doesn't seem to mind. in fact, he has a lopsided grin on his face as he scoots closer to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"you wanna fuck it out?"

his words are so unexpected that your mouth almost drops open. thankfully, it doesn't, but a couple minutes later, your legs do.

"fuckkk," you moan, tilting your head back as satoru's tongue trails a stripe up your slit.

"keep it down, sweetheart," satoru says without looking up. "don't wan' to wake up our daughter, do ya?"

you hum in response, physically covering your mouth with one of your hands to muffle the sounds escaping the confines of your lips.

in the year that you and satoru had ended things until now, you'd slept with a couple guys. you'd even dated one or two of them, but god, none of them could use their mouth like satoru could.

satoru can't help but smile as he eats you out, pulling away momentarily to shake his head at you. "tsk, you were so mean to me earlier. and now look at you." he dips his head to nip at your clit and grins when he feels you flinch.

"i've barely even started and you're already drippin' all over my sheets," he mutters, lips brushing against your inner thigh. "fuck, takin' my tongue so good, you little slut."

"satoru, i w-wanna cum," you mewl, shuddering when his tongue re-enters your folds. "wan' you inside me."

"i already am, dummy."

you feebly attempt to swat his head in response before scowling and insisting that he knew what you meant.

satoru scoffs as he pulls himself up to face level to you. he readjusts his position over you so your back is pressed into the mattress underneath him before pressing his lips to your ear.

"let's put that mouth of yours to use, yeah?" he mumbles, slipping two fingers underneath his sweatpants' waistband and tugging him off.

it's been years since you last fucked with satoru, and in that time you had forgotten just how pretty he was. you'd never admit it out loud, but you really didn't mind the reminder. setting into a comfortable position, you wrap your lips around his cock, relishing the way his moans get louder and louder.

you hum slightly, resisting the urge to smile when you feel satoru shake from the vibration. but god, his reaction when you run your tongue over his tip? priceless.

"fuck, baby, it's been too long since you've sucked me off. forgot how good you were- aah," he cuts himself off with a breathy moan. "fuckkk."

you briefly stop to look up at him with a cheeky smile. "you still moan like a girl, satoru."

"and you're as much of a slut for me as ever," he grumbles, reaching down and pushing your head into his painfully hard cock again. "d-don't stop, baby. feels s' good."

satoru's moans only get louder from there, until you have to be the one reminding him that your daughter's asleep two doors down.

"m' gonna cum," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hair and tangling his long fingers in it. "swallow all of it, yeah? don't waste a drop."

you nod your head obiediently, using your tongue just the way you know he's always liked to push him closer and closer to the edge until–

"fuckin' whore," satoru gasps, groaning loudly as he cums in your mouth, hips grinding against your face. "aah, missed your s-slutty tongue, baby, fuck."

"missed your girly moans," you manage to gasp before his tip hits the back of your throat, painfully so.

"shut up and swallow," satoru commands, tugging on your hair just enough to make you cry out. "yeah, who's moaning like a slut now, hmm?"

after you swallow all his cum and lick your now-swollen lips, satoru has you open your mouth so he can check.

"good girl, looks like there's at least one thing you can do right, even if it is just sucking me off. c'mere," he mutters, pinning you down on the mattress and making the bedsprings creak loudly. "m' gonna fuck you, m'kay?"

you nod, reaching out to stroke his saliva-covered cock. "y-yes, please, satoru."

your ex-husband, who you should really not be fucking with, looks down at you with a smirk and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. "you look so pretty, baby. all covered in my cum, never looked hotter."

he nudges your legs apart with his knee before pushing himself into you, gritting his teeth through a smug grin when you cry out in pain. "careful, baby. wouldn't wanna wake up our daughter with your slutty moans, would ya?"

"s-satoru, hurts s' much," you whine, pawing at his chest. "you're too big, i can't-"

"you're too big, i can't," satoru mocks, rolling his eyes. "how do you think our daughter was made, baby? did the storks just drop her off?"

his next thrust is particularly harsh, and something about your pained cry almost makes him cum again on the spot. "fuck, we should do this more often," satoru cooes, reaching up and stroking your cheek. "wait, you cryin'?"

yes, you were crying. your cheeks were wet with a mixture of your tears and the remainder of his cum from earlier, and fuck, all you could think about was satoru's cock. so much for being so over him.

satoru laughs, shaking his head and slowing his pace to give you a kiss. "just when i thought you couldn't get any prettier, you gotta go and prove me wrong," he mumbles, licking his lips. "god, you're fucking beautiful."

he presses his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue slip into your mouth. "i missed you so much, baby. i still do," he mutters in between kisses. he's controlling the pace, purposefully making each kiss's ending sudden as to not allow you to talk — only him.

"you know how many times i've jacked off to you?" satoru breaths, reaching down to grab your thighs and push you impossibly deeper into him. "you know how fuckin' much i want to put a ring on your finger?"

"satoru, i-" you try to say, but his mouth is on yours before you can finish your sentence. and a couple seconds later, more words are waterfalling out of him.

"fuck, baby, you have no idea. i fucked up, but i swear i've changed. c'mon, give me one chance, i-"

"mummy? daddy?"

you and satoru both flinch and whip your heads towards the door when you hear your daughter's voice, preparing to make up some far-fetched story to tell her besides we were fucking.

thankfully, the universe allows you two seconds to cover yours and satoru's bodies with a blanket before your daughter opens the door and pokes her head inside. "i heard noises."

you look at satoru for help making up an excuse, and thankfully he has one ready to go.

"oh, we were just watching a movie," he lies, running a hand through his hair. "go back to bed, kiddo. we'll tuck you back in in a second, yeah?"

your daughter looks at you before looking back at satoru and nodding.

"close the door, please!" you call as she turns to leave. when the door shuts behind her, you let out a long exhale and bury your head in satoru's chest.

and to your horror, the door opens once more.

your daughter looks at you with shiny, curious eyes. "mommy, are you and daddy back together?"

satoru saves you from having to answer that impossible question with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "go back to bed, pumpkin. i'll be there to tuck you in."

ten seconds after the door shuts for what you hope is the final time, you turn and glare at satoru. "you're gonna tuck her in?"

satoru scoffs in mock disbelief, raising his eyebrows and pointedly looking you up and down. "if you wanna tuck in our four year old daughter covered in my cum, be my guest."

you nudge his arms off of you and bury your face in a pillow, groaning softly. "fuck you, satoru."

"love you too, sweetheart."

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Inspired by @arrgh-whatever's post on helping ppl with BPD

Edit bc I forgot to add this: Being vulnerable means smth different for different ppl, something that could read as being vulnerable to you can read as just another Tuesday for someone else

[ID: a simply-drawn comic, narrated by a person coloured-in in pink.

Panel 1: The pink person narrates: "So there's a lot of "signs your ex is a narcissist and how to deal with them" and it's not very accurate. So here's how to actually "deal" with a narcissist from someone with narcissistic personality disorder."

Panel 2: This panel has the heading: "1. Supply." The pink person narrates: "People with NPD have very fragile self-esteem, and supply is what keeps us from having a mental breakdown. Supply can be many things, but often attention and praise are effective. Stuff like "Wow! That's super cool!!" can go a long way." A person is shown saying this to another person, who smiles.

Panel 3: This panel has the heading: "2. Criticism." The pink person narrates: "Oh boy. So narcissists take things as personal very easily. It's because if anyone contradicts our delusions that we have built our entire self-image on, it feels like you are attacking us as a person." There is an example shown, where one person says "hey, you were a bit too rude back there," but the other person hears "You're an awful dick no-one likes." The alternative manner of phrasing is suggested as "Hey, you were a bit too rude. You're cool, but some people took it poorly." The second person in this example thinks "I'm still a cool person. It's not my fault, but I can do things to be better." The narrator continues, "We don't really understand the concept of a harmless mistake."

Panel 4: This panel has the heading: "3. Boundaries." The pink person narrates: "With narcissists, setting down strict boundaries is very important. 1. Knowing we have hurt you because you didn't set down boundaries can really upset and annoy us because the delusions that we can do no wrong and know you best get broken. 2. If you let us break boundaries, it can lead us to see you as "weak" and devalue you. Communication is key."

Panel 5: This panel has the heading: "4. Anger." The pink person narrates: "So people with NPD tend to be prone to anger. This is a defense mechanism, because to us, it's either facing the inaccuracies of our delusions and having a mental breakdown, or blaming something else. We do not mean to lash out; we just don't have the skills to cope properly. You can help by: 1. Letting us express out emotions without judgement; 2. giving us praise or attention; and 3. Distracting us from what angered us." Each example of how to help is accompanied by a small cartoon.

Panel 6: This panel has the heading: "5. Other NPD things!" The pink person narrates: "'Love bomb, devalue, discard' is actually: we are genuinely obsessed with you and want you to recognize us as cool, we lose that obsession and move on, we feel threatened in some way and lash out. We can't really handle being seen as vulnerable. We take sympathy and empathy as pity and pity as you telling us we're weak. Not acknowledging we're being vulnerable and acting as if nothing is wrong can be helpful in these situations. People with NPD have a very warped view of reality. We do not mean to hurt you and often do not realise we have. Remember, this won't work for everyone, and talking is very important."

/end ID]

Ty to @aromanticsky for the id

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