#men like this should be castrated

[watermelinoe]

"all men talk like that when women aren't around" then we should be neutering them

#what is this argument supposed to prove to women exactly #except that we should be castrating men en masse before they can hurt anyone else #bc they can't be trusted to behave like human beings and revert to degeneracy without constant human (female) authority

[burnt-scone]

#dan schneider #brian peck #nickelodeon #the scene where they held Drame down in ep of Drake & Josh and the scene in the Amanda show where they tell Amanda her belly is empty she #should have a pretzel they come with a baby and then they handed her a infant #they were so fucking vile for that #those men are absolutely digscusting #And Schneider being like “I can give a good apology ” bro you impregnated little girls #you tortured your victims and your friends victims #a good public apology is public castration

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#375

“Hey shithead, get over here.  I got some news….  You look like shit.  Come here.  Kneel.  Reach in and take out my dick.  I’ve got to take a piss.  Drink up and listen.  A buyer put in an offer, and it was accepted.  You’ve been sold.  I wasn’t expecting for a chunky slave to sell after only one day of showing, but that big truck driver made a full offer.  He’ll be back later on tonight.  He made some demands….

“He wants you cleaned up on the outside and loaded up with loads from many men on the inside.  I’ll bring the hose around in a bit.  Sir Hank will be down in a bit to bring you some soap.  He’s also going to make that cage permanent, by riveting it on.  Your dick will be useless going forward.

“Do you remember how many men unloaded in your cunt so far this morning?...  Four?  Good.  Hank and I will each provide one.  With you off the market, it’ll be difficult to get men in here just for a fuck. 

“I called a buddy.  You’re not his type, but he’ll bring his slave and fuck him instead.  When he’s ready to nut he’ll just shove it into you.  Or maybe he’ll use a condom with his own slave and then squeeze the load into you.

“Oh wait a minute….  Let me see….  There’s one…  two….  There are a couple of used condoms in the trash can here.

“Bend over and lean against the wall.  Present your cunt.  I have no idea how long these loads have been here, whose load is in them, or even if they were used on you or the slave that was in here last.  You are getting their spooge contents now….  Damn, you have one hell of a gape, which should make the squeezing in of the loads easy. 

“That truck driver has one of the biggest dicks I have ever seen.  He’s great to work with.  Prompt payments.  And most of all he seems to want the fat slaves, or the weird ones.  He’s an intermediary for several buyers out west.  You’ll probably end up on this pig farm where you will be force fed until you bulk up, and then installed in a pig pen with other real pigs.  Castration is most likely.  Not just the balls but your shaft too.

“There, both loads are in you….  Oh, I missed this condom here….  I didn’t realize that our clients used so many rubbers.  I guess it makes sense. 

“The other possible buyer that trucker uses is in Oregon.  He’s one of those militia types, but one who likes fat fags chained up in his basement.  Don’t know that much about him other than he’s a sadistic bastard.

“There!  Three anonymous loads in your cunt.  Get ready, this will probably be my last time for me to breed you. 

“Jesus!  He stretched you out.  All these loads are making this one loose sloppy hole….  This isn’t going to work.  Clamp down then spin around.

“Get me off with your toilet mouth….  You look grossed out.  That’s the cum stew from your cunt.  Clean me off before you get me off.

“That’s it.  Don’t fucking gag.  This is your life now.  Good boy.  You are an ass eating, piss drinking, cum dump slave.  Whoever you wind up with, they are going to do way worse nasty stuff to you.  This is what you do.  This is what you are.

“I’m going to miss your tongue.  That’s what made you sellable.  Does it ever feel good on my dick!  Work it!  Fuck!  I’m going to cum in no time.  Keep licking my balls when I go in deep.  When I tell you, spin around so I can dump in your cunt.

“I wish all slaves could have a tongue like yours.  When you eat my shitter, it really makes my hole quiver.  I don’t know what you do back there, but man does it feel good.  You always gave me your eagerness to please, and you do so no matter how shitty you were being treated.  That’s so hard to find in slaves. 

“I’m getting close.  I’m getting close.  Now! Give me that cunt!

“Urg! Uh! Uh! Ahhh! Jesus! Fuck!  Damn slave.  I gave you a large load to add to the stew you have brewing….

“Clamp down then clean me off….  There you go.  Fuck that was hot.  There’s some sludge in my pubes; get that….  I have to piss again.

“Ahhh!  When I’m done stand up….

“…Slave, I am going to miss you.  You know, if we were in a different situation, I would put you on a diet and a rigorous exercise regimen.  I would have you as my boy. 

“Don’t tell anybody what I’m about to do.  Don’t pull away; I want to kiss you…. 

“…Like that.  Now you treat your new owners the way you have treated me.  If you are lucky, they won’t torture you too much.  I wish you the best.”

[probablyasocialecologist]

We are living in a moment of serious gender revanchism in the United States. Feminists who self-define as “gender critical” and are otherwise openly transphobic will object to the comparison, but it is striking how much the movement to criminalize gender-affirming care for young people shares with the movement to criminalize abortion. Both find their fiercest champions in white, religious, conservative men who dismiss the evidence put forward by medical professionals that the treatment in question saves lives. Both claim to speak on behalf of silenced “children,” be they conveniently unborn or too young to be taken at their word. Both struggled to find widespread support until a father took his crusade on the road: abortion was not “an Evangelical issue” before Dr. Francis Schaeffer, a charismatic pastor, promoted his son Frank’s 1979 anti-abortion film Whatever Happened to the Human Race?; and anti-trans legislation was initially “hard to sell,” according to the Texas Tribune, until a North Texas dad named Jeff Younger built a sympathetic following online by accusing his ex-wife, a pediatrician, of wanting to “chemically castrate” their trans daughter. Texas Governor Greg Abbott’s order that citizens report parents of transgender kids to the authorities so that they can be investigated for child abuse echoes the section in SB 8 that rewards vigilante citizens for reporting abortion providers to authorities. Both movements have become central to the Republican Party’s strategy to raise funds and win elections. Not least, both movements have forced pregnant and trans people to prove, in preordained terms, their absolute certainty that they need the treatment they say they do. As the opposition puts up resistance in the form of misinformation, mandatory waiting periods, sonograms, and extensive psychological testing, patients lose precious time as hormonal processes they hope to forestall come closer and closer to transforming their bodies.

The experience of gender dysphoria is not identical to the experience of forced pregnancy, but it should not have to be for us to defend one another’s right to bodily autonomy as if it were our own. To respond to the heartbreak of losing Roe by further scapegoating trans people, as some cisgender feminists have done, is not only an unnecessary cruelty but a logical and political error that none of us can afford to make. There is no evidence to support the claim that inclusive language in reproductive health spaces “erases” or “harms” cis women, as Pamela Paul recently argued in the New York Times. (If anything, terms like pregnant people are more precise, as not all women are capable of pregnancy and not all pregnant people — e.g., cisgender girls under 18 — are women.) To say so anyway, with no basis in fact, is to do the far right’s work for them.

Dayna Tortorici, Your Body, My Choice The movement to criminalize abortion

#abortion #roe v wade #transgender #gender critical #transphobia

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

So I am a bit ashamed given modern day politics to admit that I'm left leaning at all. Even if I'm a just Left of Center Libertarian.

But the reason why is because of the fact that a huge swath of the left has an issue when it comes to words. Specifically changing the meaning of words until they mean next to nothing at all.

What do I mean by this? Well let's consider, what words have been made to mean nothing by the left:

Gender

Sex

Abortion

Genocide

Nazi

Man

Woman

Child

Family

Capitalism

Communism

Socialism

Fascism

Racism

Sexism

Etc

The list goes on and on and on.

Nazi more or less now means, "I don't like you and you don't agree with me thus forth I will bestow this label on you so as to smear you publicly"

Gender used to mean sex and now it both does and does not mean sex and even is now used to mean "Identity" with that was never what it meant.

Genocide is SUPPOSED to mean the intentional removal of a group of people through killing them or breeding them out by sterilization or intentional delusion of their bloodline. (Example of this is the raping of Uyghur Muslim women by Han chinese men and the sterilization of the Uyghur Muslim men by chemical castration or actual castration). Now it just means, "People dying in war is genocide. People not being allowed to chemically castrate themselves is genocide. People being allowed to eat meat is genocide". IE: It means nothing at all.

And then there's my favorite phrase from the left.

"This is a threat to our Democracy" which actually translates to: This is a threat to the power of Democrats therefore we need to smear and slander anyone pushing whatever is being pushed currently. And we will use weasel words normies use in order to scare them away from whatever this thing being pushed is".

First and foremost, we DO NOT live in a Democracy. We live in a Constitutional Republic. Secondly, when people want power as BADLY as Dems and will lie, cheat, steal, and smear to get there, you should be concerned. I mean for god sake, people consider a very TINY riot at the capital with 99.99% of people unarmed completely, while we also know feds were in the crowd, an "Insurrection"; But then will not consider fire bombing the security office outside the White House, the pushing down of the WH fence, and the burning of a historical church across the street, and the injuring and killing of several Guards and Police the same thing.

So basically, it's a "If we are in power, everything we do, no matter what it is, is fine and reasonable. If you are in power anything we do to try to remove you from power is fine and reasonable.", situation.

That's why I don't like most of the left. Because they think they are gods. Their "Moral" is correct even when it never stops changing. Look at their defense of slavery in the middle east all because, "Those poor oppressed Arabs". I'm sorry but what?! SO slavery is FINE so long as it's non white doing it? That's what I'm hearing right? And sadly a lot of the time it's "YES! That is what you are hearing". If time has taught me anything it's that most of the left is a brainwashed, uneducated cult. They believe EVERYTHING outside of their cult views as evil and thus forth need to lie about it to make everyone else NOT involved or not informed also have the same resentment towards the people they hate.

And it was the last straw when I saw post after post after post of leftists excusing rape. And then people like Hasan Piker calling Kids, "Colonizers" while in the breath before talking about violent removal of people is fine if they are colonizers.

No leftists. You need to understand something very clearly. The "Right" you view as so bad and evil are consistent in most of their morals. But you view everything in bad faith. Thus can't see past your own bias long enough to realize the actual evil ones are you.

And understand. I'm not calling EVERYONE on the left evil. But if you worship the left, you probably are evil. Even if you believe you are doing "The right thing" that doesn't mean you are. And it's about time you realized that.

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Girl in IT - 4. Gooey

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI - Minors Do Not Interact!)

Chapter Preview: "Why did you do that?" you blurt out, turning to face him. Joel, seemingly unfazed, keeps his eyes on the road. "Do what?" "I don't need you defending my honor against Tess. She already dislikes me, and now it's all awkward-" "She doesn't hate you-" "...but clearly I have a target on my back now that I'm involved with my boss!" You keep your eyes downcast, attempting to stifle a sob. "You didn't need to cause a scene." Joel turns his head at that, his expression softening as he observes your distress, seemingly at a loss for words. "Sugar-" "It's easy for you, you know? To throw the fact that you're the boss around and have this 'I can do what I want' attitude with whoever you please. But I could still lose my job! I need this job, Joel. I-" "No, Sugar. Shit, I-" He opens his mouth, then closes it, appearing unsure of how to respond to your sudden outburst. Joel looks genuinely troubled, his frown mirroring yours. "I'm disposable, Joel," you continue, refusing to meet his gaze. "You wouldn't understand where I'm coming from."

Chapter Warnings & Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Daddy Kink, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Overstimulation, Squirting, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, DD/lg (kinda? they're both into it), Virgin Reader, Loss of Virginity, PIV Sex (finally!!!!), Breeding Kink, No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 6.4K

Chapter Title Inspo/Vibe: 'Gooey' by Glass Animals

"What's up with you and Sugar?"

Sarah casually strolls over to Joel's desk, perching her hip on the edge as she hands him a cup of coffee. "Maria said she saw the two of you at the mall yesterday," peering over him as he nervously takes a sip of his coffee, "... during working hours. She said you guys seemed mighty close and all, I guess she wasn't sick like Tess said?"

Joel chokes mid-sip, coughing out the hot coffee as Sarah smirks at him.

"So it's true, then?"

"I guess I can't hide anything from you, baby girl," Joel replies in between coughs. "Should have known I can't get anything past you."

"Well, I made a wild guess you were into her, being that I heard you singing 'Pour Some Sugar On Me" in the shower the other day.

"It was being played on the radio, can't control what they decide to play, you know?" he stops, taking a deep breath. "... besides, everyone loves Def Leppard," he mumbles under his breath.

Sarah gives him a knowing glance as she makes herself comfortable on the chair in front of him. "Dad, the radio stations don't put music on repeat." She fiddles with the sleeves of her sweater absentmindedly, her face deep in thought. "It wouldn't be a bad thing, you know? You and Sugar. She seems like a very sweet girl. Kind of shy, but I like her."

Joel arches an eyebrow. "Do you now?"

She shrugs. "I mean, she is kind of young, but age is just a number, right? It's not like she's in her 20s. Besides, Ellie is obsessed with her. She's always at her office, picking her brain about her thoughts on 80s music. She's a good influence on her."

Joel nods. "Ellie- I worry about her sometimes. Lord knows that I try to do right by her, adopting her and all that. Sometimes I think she needs-"

"... a feminine touch?"

"Something like that." Joel smiles to himself, his eyes still locked on his iPad as he continues his redline revisions to be sent off to the draftsmen. "I think her being surrounded by Tommy and I makes her too-"

"Feral?" Sarah quips, chuckling. "Rough around the edges? Aggressive? It comes with the territory, I guess, with no mother figure around, you know?" she picks a hangnail. "Tommy said that she nearly castrated a client on the job site the other day for asking her out on a date."

"That jerk was asking for it." Joel retorts, his back stiffening. "You adjusted well enough without a mother."

Sarah sighs. "It doesn't mean it was easy, though. It would have been nice, you know? There's just things that I can't talk to a guy about, as much as you tried to be there for me."

"This thing with Sugar, It's new - but I know what I feel for her."

Sarah nods. "You don't need to give me all the details. I trust you, and if she's someone you want to pursue, I won't be mad about it, if that's what you're thinking. Like I said, she's a nice girl."

"She's... fuck, Sarah, she's amazing. She takes my breath away, every time she smiles at me. Fuck. I feel like a teenager, being around her. I don't know what it is, but I always want to be around her." Joel chuckles, smiling at Sarah. "I'm crazy about her."

"Well, you must be if you're out here buying Teslas like you would coffee."

Joel leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh? I wasn't aware that she bought a new car."

Sarah crosses her arms, a skeptical look in her eyes. "Dad, you do realize I handle HR, right? I know what everyone's making. I find it hard to believe she's casually splurging on a Tesla, especially a Model X." She shrugs, giving her father one last look as she heads towards the door. "I know it's tempting, wanting to spoil her. You worked for it, you know? To get where you're at now, but I have a feeling Sugar doesn't care about all of that, just like how Ellie and I don't care about that. Money comes and goes. It's what's inside that chest of yours that matters at the end of the day, ok?"

Joel smiles at Sarah once more as she walks out the door. "I love you too, baby girl."

Joel opens his messenger app, smiling at his earlier conversation with Sarah.

[Hey Sugar, you busy?] I'm about to head into a meeting with Tess, what's up? [Just wanted to see if you wanted to get some lunch?] I can't. Tess is pissed that I was out yesterday. I think this meeting is going to run past lunch. Rain check? [.....] Joel?

"Tess, what are you doing?" Joel demands, walking into Tess' office without knocking.

"Well hello to you, too Joel."

Joel stands at the door, his hands on his hips. "Sugar told me that she's going to be working through lunch with you-"

Tess scoffs, placing both arms on her desk. "Well, if the two of you didn't decide to fuck off work yesterday, maybe she wouldn't have to work past lunch."

"Sugar was sick. I had to do shit back at the house-"

"So you didn't go to the mall together yesterday?"

"It was her birthday, we just so happened to run into each other-"

Tess rolls her eyes at that. "I don't care what the fuck you guys do on your own time, but don't fuck around on my time!" she spits, pointing a finger at Joel. "Don't try to bullshit a bullshitter, Joel. Maria saw you guys. That girl of yours is lucky I didn't ask her for a doctor's note!  

Joel pinches his forehead. "Tess-"

She shakes her head. "What are you doing, Joel? Have you lost your fucking mind? We have a business to run, YOUR business! Time doesn't stop just because you decided that you want to act like a fucking teenager, running around like you have no responsibilities! People depend on you to not fuck around!"  

Meanwhile, you hear the shouting match between Joel and Tess from your office, your head in your hands as you listen to the both of them bicker about the stunt that you and Joel pulled yesterday. You sigh, knowing that you told Joel that you had a bad feeling about blowing off work.  

"Never a dull moment at Miller Construction, huh?" Frank leans casually against your doorway, offering a knowing wink. "Nice ride, by the way. Makes me wonder if I picked the wrong man, huh?"

"Frank, cut it out. You were supposed to be at the showroom ten minutes ago," the gruff voice of the head civil engineer interjects, rolling his eyes as he strides through the hallway, delivering you a brief nod. "Sugar, Happy Belated Birthday. Hope you're feeling better."

"Thanks, Bill," you reply with a hint of meekness.

"Frank! Let's go," he shouts impatiently, already at the front door.

"Well, as much as I'd love to stick around for the theatrics of our esteemed leaders... keep me posted, okay? I want a play-by-play! Nice dress, by the way. Celine?"

"Uh-"

"Frank!"

"I'm COMING! Geez, you'd think after 15 years of marriage, it gets easier, right?" he shrugs. "Well, Sugar, it's been a pleasure." He winces as Tess' shrill voice echoes in the distance. "Go console Joel before he pops a vessel; I think someone might just call the police this time!"

You nod absentmindedly, offering him a small smile. "Sure thing," you reply, the weariness evident in your voice.

It was a lot easier when you worked at Geek Squad. Sure, you got paid almost close to nothing dealing with irate customers for eight hours, answering mundane questions - 

Did you try to restart the computer?

Did you make sure that the monitor was plugged in?

Sure, I can wait for your granddaughter to come home to help you…

It was soul-sucking, but it was easy. Easier, compared to dealing with someone like Tess. Tess took no shit - no excuses, no bullshit. She didn’t care if you had a dentist appointment and couldn’t schedule it on the weekend. She didn’t care if you needed a mental health day. Your time was her time, and you found that out the hard way real quick… and now she knew. Knew that you blew off work and knowing Tess, she probably knew that Joel finger fucked you into oblivion in the Neiman Marcus dressing room. You can't help but have respect for her, a woman walking amongst the men in an unforgiving industry. If there was anyone who had balls of steel, it would be Tess. 

"Joel, why can't you just wait to fuck her after work like a responsible adult?!" She shouts, the tell-tell sound of something being thrown against the wall echoing through the hall. You flinch, sinking into your seat further as you groan in embarrassment.  

"Hey!" you hear the other Miller brother yell from the other end of the hallway, his hurried steps passing through as he makes his way toward the absolute meltdown happening between Joel and Tess. "What the hell is going on? The entire fucking building can hear the both of you! What the fuck?!"

"Tess is being a bully, telling people they have to work through their lunch-"

"Your brother here is throwing a fucking hissy fit accusing me of bullying his little girlfriend - I told you hiring her was a bad fucking idea!"

"YOU LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!" Joel shouts, the sound of his fist hitting the hollow of the door. "You keep her out of your fucking mouth, Tess!"

"Joel," you hear Tommy, his voice lowered in a shoddy attempt to placate his brother. "Let's just calm the fuck down, okay? you guys are scaring the engineers-"

"OH FUCK THE ENGINEERS, TOMMY," Tess screams, "You tell your brother to stop playing favorites and fucking around with THE HELP!"

"Tess," Tommy stammers, "I know you're upset, but you're being out of line right now, let's just take a moment to calm-"

"Oh fuck off, Tommy! you're here always defending your brother when he's just fine screwing around, fucking us over! why don't you grow a pair-"

"Tess," Joels cuts her off, his voice laced with his building anger. "I know you think that you run the show, but it is still my company, that I run. You don't go and bully everyone just because you think you can. You may call the shots, but you still report to me. Denying an employee lunch is an HR violation! Should I call Sarah in here too? Slap the fucking employee handbook on your desk and clear the air? Your meeting with Sugar can wait until after lunch, do I make myself clear??"

You don't realize you're holding your breath until-

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

You hear Tess curse, and you can imagine her face, clear as day, glaring at Joel, the both of them not wanting to back down.  

"Crystal."

You hear the slamming of a door, followed by the heavy-footed steps of Joel as he makes his way back to his office.

You sit in a daze, looking off into space, trying to process what just happened. You're only broken off from your thoughts by the unmistakable sound of your messenger, its distinctive ping! jolting you back to the present.

[So, lunch?]

"So, what cravings does my Sugar have today?" Joel murmurs, gently taking your hand as he navigates out of the parking lot.

"Why did you do that?" you blurt out, turning to face him.

Joel, seemingly unfazed, keeps his eyes on the road. "Do what?"

"I don't need you defending my honor against Tess. She already dislikes me, and now it's all awkward-"

"She doesn't hate you-"

"...but clearly I have a target on my back now that I'm involved with my boss!" You keep your eyes downcast, attempting to stifle a sob. "You didn't need to cause a scene."

Joel turns his head at that, his expression softening as he observes your distress, seemingly at a loss for words. "Sugar-"

"It's easy for you, you know? To throw the fact that you're the boss around and have this 'I can do what I want' attitude with whoever you please. But I could still lose my job! I need this job, Joel. I-"

"No, Sugar. Shit, I-" He opens his mouth, then closes it, appearing unsure of how to respond to your sudden outburst. Joel looks genuinely troubled, his frown mirroring yours.

"I'm disposable, Joel," you continue, refusing to meet his gaze. "You wouldn't understand where I'm coming from."

"I wouldn't let her do that, baby."

"Just because you like me doesn't mean I'm immune, Joel."

“You do excellent work, Sugar. If there’s anyone to blame for what happened yesterday, it’s me, alright? Tess’ issue is with me, not you." He heads into town, pulling over to a metered parking spot in front of a few storefronts. He cuts the ignition, staring into the distance as he takes a few deep breaths. "You're wrong, baby," he says finally, turning towards you. He gives you a small smile, "I don't like you."

You feel your expression shift into something resembling pain as Joel hurriedly reaches for your hand, gently taking it into his.

"I love you, Sugar," he breathes, "I've been in love with you, all this time."

"Joel, you don't need to say this just to make me feel better."

Joel shakes his head, unbuckling his seatbelt to lean towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Are you saying I'm a liar?"

A tear rolls down your cheek. "No one has ever-"

"Then let me try to show you just how much I do, baby."

"What if I'm bad at it? Bad at loving you?"

Joel looks deep into your eyes, his gaze tender and unwavering. "There's no such thing as being bad at loving, Sugar. Love is about understanding, patience, and growing together. We'll figure it out, one step at a time."

He wipes away the tear from your cheek with his thumb and offers you a reassuring smile. "I'm not expecting perfection, just you, baby girl. That's all I've ever wanted."

"What if I'm not ready to say it back just yet?"

"I'll take whatever you're willing to give me", he smiles. "Just let me love you, okay?"

Later that day, you finally muster up the courage to make the short journey down the hall for your meeting with Tess. You would be lying if you said you weren't five seconds away from shitting your pants, that's just the effect Tess has on everyone in the office.   

"Tess?" you knock on her door, clearing your throat and hoping she doesn't catch the slight tremor in your voice. You attempt to compose yourself, standing a bit taller as you wait for her reply with bated breath.

"Come in!"

You hesitantly shuffle in, feeling like a moron standing before her in your new dress, feeling like she can see right through you. "Look, about earlier-"

Tess glances at you as if you've suddenly sprouted another head. "Why don't you just have a seat, and we can get this over with."

You stand in your spot timidly, shifting on your feet. "Okay," you say, settling into the seat across from her and placing your MacBook on her desk. "Where did you want to start?"

"Let's go over the employee reports."

"Okay, well," you begin, nervously pushing your hair behind your ear as you load up your reports, keeping your eyes locked onto your screen as you feel the weight of Tess' gaze on you. It's unnerving, you think to yourself. "There haven't been any new issues; everyone seems to be on task, and productivity has been steady, if not increasing-"

"Do you want a drink?" Tess interrupts suddenly, the sound of a drawer opening as she pulls out a bottle of whiskey. "It was your birthday yesterday, right? Why don't we take the edge off?"

"Uh," you glance at the time on your computer screen. 4:05. 55 minutes before the end of the day. You eye her warily. "We still have an hour before... we still have an hour before the end of the day," you cautiously mention, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

Tess pours two glasses of whiskey, sliding one towards you. "A little celebration won't hurt. Besides, it's been a day."

You hesitate for a moment before accepting the glass, the cool surface feeling unfamiliar in your hand. "To what, exactly?"

Tess smirks, raising her glass. "To getting through the day, and to not making a big deal out of things that don't matter. To burying the hatchet. To your birthday," she adds. She leans towards you, her gaze heavy on yours. "Shall we?"

"Sure," you say, not one to shy away from a challenge. "What the hell."

It's not an hour later you find the both of you drunk off your asses.

"You know, I can see it," Tess says, eyeing you as she leans back in her desk chair. "Why Joel is so taken with you? You're quite a woman."

"Oh?"

"It takes one strong woman to be able to see the kind of illicit porn the Miller brothers watch and not bat an eye at it. Tell me, what has our leader been into lately?"

You try to stifle a giggle, attempting to hide a blush. "Well, he usually watches a lot of secretary stuff, but lately-"

"Let me take a wild guess," Tess says as she takes a swig out of the bottle, shot glasses long abandoned. "Sweet little housewife porn?"

"Not quite."

Her eyebrow raises curiously. "Worse than that?"

"Well, there's been an uptick of... breeding porn?" you blush furiously. "it's a lot."

Tess bursts into a fit of laughter, clutching her middle, all sense of professionalism out the window. "I think he's trying to tell you something!"

"What do you mean?" you ask, meeting her giggles. "What is breeding porn anyway?"

Tess stares at you. "Really Sugar? It means he wants to fuck a baby into you!"

You scratch the back of your head, clearly at a loss. "I-"

"The sex must be great," she quips. "I don't think that man has been intimate with anyone for the last ten years." She leans over toward you. "He has to make up for lost time," she whispers, giving you a wink.

"Yeah", you stammer, "It's great."

"Well, when you say it like that, maybe the old man lost his touch."

"Tess, can I level with you? I... I'm a virgin. I'm a 36-year-old virgin. Does that change how you see me?"

"Well, it depends. Is it by choice?"

You shrug, a hiccup escaping from your body. "I'm not entirely sure. Maybe it's a mix of both. Like I'm defective."

"Lay it on me," she looks around your surroundings, making sure that the door is closed. "This is a safe space... most of the time." She gives you a pointed look.  

"I guess... I don't know how to put myself out there. My parents, well, my dad- he was strict. One of those "You're not allowed to date until you're 80" kind of dads." You take another sip of whiskey, scrunching your face as it burns down your throat. "I... tried to date in college, but it never went past a first date. There was a lot of ghosting. It gave me a complex, you know? Who wants to date a nobody who looks like me? and it's so fucking pathetic, you know? to be the unwanted one. All of my friends, well, they're married and have kids, and I'm just that token single friend they take pity on because I will always be unlucky in love."

"I think that's a load of bull," Tess scoffs, arms crossed.

"Do you know what I think? You dealt with too many boys and not enough men." She drinks from the bottle once more, reclining further into her seat as she places her ankles on the edge of the desk. "Do you wanna know what I see in front of me? I see a girl who worked her ass off getting her masters, who doesn't depend on mommy and daddy to fund her lifestyle - yes," she raises a finger, interrupting you from replying. "I know who your parents are. You're hyper-independent, and you don't like handouts. Boys don't want a woman who doesn't need them, they don't want a fucking challenge. Do you know who does love a challenge? Men. Men like Joel."

Tess leans in, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Joel, now there's a man who appreciates someone like you. Someone who doesn't need saving, who's got her own game going. Boys might be intimidated, but men, well, they see a partner, not a project."

She takes another swig, the bottle now almost empty. "You don't want to waste your time on those boys playing grown-up. Trust me, been there, done that. Men bring something different to the table. They value independence, they crave a challenge. It's a whole different ball game. Think about it, Sugar. Besides," she laughs to herself, shaking her head. "I've never seen Joel so whipped for pussy in the 20 years that I've known him. You got him eating in the palm of your hand... and the best thing about it? you didn't even have to try. What woman can say that she managed to bag a millionaire without having to put out? Now that's power."

"What's this?" Joel asks suddenly, his eyes narrowing at the two of you as he hovers over the doorway. If he knocked, the two of you were too drunk to notice. "Tess? Care to share why Sugar can barely sit straight?"

Tess throws her hands up in surrender, a faint chuckle out of her lips. "What does it look like? We're just having a little birthday drink. I'd offer you a drink," she picks up the empty whiskey bottle, "but it looks like we beat you to it."

"Joel!" you beam at him, spinning around in your seat, your face flushed from your conversation with Tess. "Just the man we were talking about!"

"Sugar, are you feeling ok?" he gives you a small smile, trying to hide his concern.

"I'm just peachy, thanks for asking!" you sway in your seat, grabbing onto the armrest to steady yourself. "Tess and I were just discussing how you haven't had-"

"Just going over productivity metrics" Tess cuts you off, clearing her throat as she tries to steady herself, wincing. "I offered her a drink to apologize for my behavior earlier. We got a little carried away-" She straightens herself, motioning towards you. "I think you should give her a ride home, make sure she doesn't end up in the next state over because she drunkenly typed in the wrong address in the Tesla."

"Home sounds good," you murmur under your breath, your eyes closed.

Joel lets out an exasperated sigh, moving towards your slouched figure. "Okay Sugar," he whispers, his hands gently placed on your shoulders to steady you. "Do you think you can walk?"

"Maybe?" you hiccup, your body feeling like lead is coursing through your veins as you attempt to meet his concerned eyes. "Are you going to take me home? I don't think I can drive, everything is so fuzzy..."

If you weren't drunk off of your ass, you might have sensed the sudden lift from your seat, Joel carrying you effortlessly with a stern look aimed at Tess. "I appreciate the effort to make amends, Tess, but maybe find a different approach other than getting the employees drunk." He adjusts you so your head rests on his shoulder, preventing any potential dizziness.

She shrugs, a smirk forming at Joel as he quietly tries to settle you. "What can I say? Whiskey cures all."

"Goodnight, Tess," Joel grumbles, adjusting his hold as he carries you towards the parking lot.

Joel carefully situates you in the passenger seat of his truck, securing your seatbelt and making sure your head rests comfortably, sighing as he takes in your inebriated state. He places a chaste kiss on your forehead, offering you a reassuring smile. "I'm going to get your stuff back in the office, just close your eyes, okay?" he whispers, giving you one last glance before closing the door.

"I don't want to head home tonight. Can I crash at your place, Joel?" you murmur, eyelids too heavy to keep open. You swear you hear Joel reply something in return, but the alcohol in your system is finally starting to settle deep within your bones, lulling you into a deep sleep.

You don't remember much after that.

When you finally stir, it's dark. Instead of the familiar hum of Joel's truck, warmth envelops you, an arm securely around your middle. Joel snores softly.

"Joel?" you call out in the dark, your eyes trying to adjust to the lack of light. "Where am I?"

"Hush, baby, go back to sleep. It's still early," he mumbles, tightening the arm around you. You feel him gently press a kiss on your head. "Sleep, my little love, we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

"Okay," you reply, the smoothness of his voice lulling you back to sleep.  

"I love you, Joel." you think you say in your sleep. You don't care at this point, there's no sense of hiding it.

You swear you feel the ghost of his smile in response.

The next time you wake, the sunlight is pouring into the depths of Joel's bedroom, casting a hazy light, the air in the room still cold against your bare skin. Your eyes open wider at the realization that you're no longer in your work clothes. You blush at the thought of Joel undressing you, his hungry gaze on your bare body as he redresses you in something comfortable, embarrassed at the fact that you were too drunk to remember. You reluctantly open your eyes, blinking away the haze from a night of heavy drinking, trying to stifle a groan, not wanting to wake Joel.

You managed to lay halfway on top of him this time, your face buried in the crook of his neck. One of his hands is splayed against the expanse of your back, his leg slotted in between your thighs. You swear if you hitched your leg higher you would feel the firmness of his cock, already at half mast beneath the fabric of his boxers. You gaze at it in silent wonder, the realization that he's quite large - larger than the ones you see when you allow yourself to watch porn yourself.  

You find yourself grinding against his thigh, the sensation feeling like molten lava coursing through your veins. You don’t realize what you’re doing until the hand on your back starts to move, motioning your body to move back and forth as you continue to rub your clit against the hardness of his leg. "Fuck baby, are you close? You're shaking." he says roughly, pulling you into a kiss.  

"Joel, I saw what kind of porn you've been watching lately."

Joel stiffens at that, his hand still. "I'm beginning to think I can't hide shit from anyone," he laughs. "I guess I'm that transparent."

"Are you embarrassed?" you chuckle. "You can tell me, you know. Tess told me it's obvious that you want to fuck a baby-"

Joel groans. "Let's not talk about Tess right now. Besides- I know that you're a virgin, Sugar. I want your first time to be special, do it the right way. Let me help you ease into it-"

"Wasn't that what yesterday was about?" you blush, burying your face into his neck. "What if I'm ready now?"

"... are you sure, Sugar?" he asks hesitantly, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Don't want to pressure you into something you're not ready for."

"I don't want anyone else but you, Joel."

"You don't know how much I ache for you," he murmurs against your skin, placing wet open-mouthed kisses on your sternum, his hands slowly creeping up your shirt, his fingers grabbing onto the hem. "Can I, baby?" he asks, meeting your gaze as he kisses your skin. You give him a silent nod, lifting yourself slightly as he gently pulls his shirt off of your body, his eyes roaming on the slopes of your breasts. "Such perfect fucking tits, baby. Are they just for me?" he asks, the tip of his tongue flicking your nipple, his hand grasping the other.  

"Yes Joel, just for you," you breathe. His hands drift lower towards your aching cunt. "Put a baby into me, Joel. I want it."

"Fuck," he shouts, his hands grabbing your ass, shifting your body to be at the center of his king-sized bed. "You shouldn't say those things to me, I might just do it," he replies, settling himself in between your thighs. He cants his erection against your cunt, capturing your lips for a bruising kiss. "Can you feel just how much I ache for you?" His hand finds your core once more, his thumb pressing on your clit.  

Oh.

Your hands find his, pushing it onto your clit harder, the added pressure making you arch your back, your chest pressing onto his. His mouth finds your breasts once more, his tongue eagerly lapping and sucking at your pebbled nipples. "Such beautiful tits, Sugar. It'll get more beautiful when they get bigger and full of milk for my baby."  

He continues to worship your tits for a while, the pleasure that he's pulling from you making you dizzy with want, your pussy clenching onto nothing as he continues to grind against you. "Fuck Joel!" you cry out, your body chasing your orgasm, your chest too sensitive from his ministrations.  

"Tell me what you want, baby. What do you need?"

"I need your cock, daddy. I feel so fucking empty-"

Joel gives your breasts one final suck, the pop echoing throughout the vastness of his room. "I have to make you come first, baby. You're not ready for my cock yet." He slides a finger between your folds, his thumb adding more pressure onto your clit. Joel shifts his body down, pressing kisses down your torso as he makes his way to the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking into the elastic, pulling them down. He hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of his bed, spreading you wider as you present yourself to him.

"Baby," he groans like he's in pain. He parts your slicked folds with his finger, coating it with your wetness. You jump as he flicks your clit, pinching it for good measure. "I'm beginning to think you're aching for me too, Sugar." You moan deeply, your body thrashing between the sheets, your body begging for more.  

"Don't fucking tease me, Joel," you pant. "I need you-"

He slaps your pussy harshly. "You'll take what I give you, little girl. Do I need to teach you how to be patient? We skipped dinner last night, you gonna deny Daddy of his meal?"

"No, Daddy. Please-"

"Are you gonna be a good little girl and let Daddy take care of you? Let me taste your sweet pussy?" he adds a second finger against your folds, teasing your entrance as you gasp and throw your head back.

"Yes," you plead. "Yes, yes, yes, take what you want-"

You can hardly breathe as Joel tugs your legs over his shoulders, angling your hips. You swear you feel your heart beating through your ears, your entire body feeling like it's on fire. Joel gives you one last smirk as he lowers his face to your cunt.  

You swear you implode the moment his mouth comes in contact with your clit.  

His tongue is lapping at your slick, the tip flicking your aching nub, languidly kissing your slit, taking his time. He's devouring you like he's been starved for years, getting hungrier and more desperate as you swear you can feel the bed shake, his dick grinding down on the mattress. He harshly grabs the globes of your ass cheeks, slipping his tongue at your entrance, your entire body flailing on the bed from overstimulation.  

He reaches for your hand and places it on his head, your fingers threading through his curls. "Hold on to me, Sugar. Don't be gentle," he says against your pussy, groaning as you pull so hard you swear you might just pull it out of his scalp. You begin to rock your hips against his face, the tip of his nose grazing against your clit, the both of you finding a rhythm as you chase your impending orgasm. You're close. So close.

"Come for me, baby. Fucking soak my face-" Joel begs, taking your clit in his teeth. Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes, your body trembling and shaking and thrashing as he continues to consume you.  

"Joel!" you cry, "It's too much, I can't-" You swear your vision blacks out as you suddenly feel a gush of slick being released out of you, soaking Joel's face and the sheets beneath you. You try to meet his gaze, his pupils blown black, his eyes wide.  

"That's a good fucking girl!" he shouts, lapping you up completely, drinking from your pussy. He suddenly rises to his feet, his hands still gripping your thighs, lifting your ass higher as he lines his cock to your entrance.  

"Are you sure you want this?" he asks, probing the tip at your entrance. "Once I start I won't be able to stop. Is this something you want? I need to hear you say it."

"I want it, Joel. I want you."

"Do you want me to wear a condom?"

You look at him, shaking your head. "I thought you said you wanted to fuck a baby into me. I'm not on anything and you would be my first-"

Joel wraps your thighs around his waist, leaning towards you as he kisses you, long and deep. "I love you, Sugar... and I know you love me," He inches his tip into your entrance slowly, giving you shallow thrusts. "I'll give you everything-" he groans as he slowly fills you to the hilt, stopping his thrusts as he allows you to adjust to his length.  

It's a lot. Too long and too thick and you're gripping onto him, gripping onto him like a vice. You gasp at the intrusion, the pinch so sharp you close your eyes in pain, clutching at Joel, digging your nails harshly against his skin.  

"I need you to relax, Sugar," Joel says, his voice strained. "What do you need? I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head. "Just... talk to me. Distract me." You take a deep breath. "When did you know? Know that you loved me?"

The corner of his mouth twitches, a small smile on his face as he starts to slowly push in and out of you. "Do you remember the day that you first yelled at me? The day when I was working when it was storming out-"

"The day we had a tornado watch?" you pant, taking another deep breath as he continues to thrust into you, slow and deep. "You were an absolute moron, risking your life for some bullshit deadline my dad held over your head-" you gasp, your hips canting towards as you meet him thrust for thrust. "No amount of money is worth risking your life-"

"I couldn't bear seeing you cry, begging me to come down the roof," he groans, grabbing onto your hip as he thrusts deeper into you. "No one besides my family has shown me such care for my well-being, not even Sarah's mom, forcing me to work hell or high water... fuck.  You feel so fucking good baby, I don't think I can last-" he starts to thrust into you in earnest, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the room.

It's obscene.

"You practically jumped onto me the moment I came down, gripping onto me like a life raft, fuck... feeling you in my arms, the tears running down your face-" he's pounding into you now, both of his hands gripping onto your hips harshly as he fucks you into the mattress. "I was fucking gone for you, baby," he pants. "I knew I loved you then. Knew I had to make you mine, no matter what it took... Fuck." Joel closes his eyes, throwing his head back as he fucks into you deeper, so deep you can't think straight, your second orgasm building. His chest is heaving as he opens his eyes once more, his face full of love and adoration.  

You never thought you would feel what belonging felt like, what home would feel like.

Seeing him look at you in wonder, like you hung the stars in the sky at night yourself...

You don't realize you're both crying, the tears from Joel's eyes running down his face as he sets a brutal pace, angling your hips higher as he plows into you.  

"I want to give you a family, baby. I want you to stay, forever."

"Then don't let me go, Joel. Don't leave me-" you gasp, your face wrought with tears. "I love you, Joel. So much."

"I won't," he breathes, leaning over you as he kisses you furiously, his hips snapping into you. "You're so close, baby, I can feel you gripping me so tight, I'm going to fill you up so good, give you a fucking baby, keep you in this house I built for you, never letting you leave..." he babbles incoherently. "Come with me, baby. Come with me, please-"

Your body tenses up like a coil, the string keeping your sanity together snapping as you shriek, Joel roaring as you both come, his spend pulsing into deep into you, thick and hot and molten.  

Joel slumps onto you, completely spent. He keeps his cock in you until he softens and slips out, his finger quickly gathering the spend seeping out of you and pushing it in, keeping it safe. He laughs as he falls onto the mattress next to you, pressing small chaste kisses on your face, taking you into his arms.  

"Did you mean it?" he asks softly, his fingers cradling your face. "Did you mean it when you said you loved me?"

You take his hand in yours, threading your fingers through his, offering him a small smile.

"I love you, Joel. So much."

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the sister of giulia cecchettin, the 105th victim of feminicide in italy just this year, is being target by incels and regular misogynists alike and called "a witch" because she is speaking out against the systemic killing of women as a direct result of the patriarchy. Because she allegedly likes metal music and she is enraged that her sister was killed by her ex, she is called a witch and a satanist. Men are spreading theories on twitter that she casted a spell on him because he was Such A Nice Guy and couldnt possibly have killed giulia of his own free will. Because she went on tv to state very clearly that he was Not a monster, because monstrosity implies a deviation from the norm, and unfortunately killing women in italy IS the norm. People are being so incredibly vile towards a grieving young woman, claiming shes doing it just for clout, after she and her family have been living for weeks with cameras forced into their home. Im so fucking pissed.

I dont know how many times ive seen the phrase "better in jail than in a grave" and its so fucking scary and disheartening that women have to resort to this, to want to teach this to their own daughters (which they should btw. Better in jail than in a grave) because every person in power refuses to do a single thing about it. other than blabbering about chemical castration or death penalty, of course. which, of course, would solve jack shit and it would probably actually just make men even more violent

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[devillexi]

Yandere Hubbies: Sukuna Ryomen💋

Warning: Smut, dacryphilia, yandere themes, toxic, etc.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who works as an underground mafia leader and keeps you in the dark about what he does.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna whose brutality and madness is known throughout the entire underground and revered as the "Mafia King" or "Mad Dog Mafia".

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who often returns home late at night, covered in blood, while you're fast asleep. He washes himself up and slips in beside you, bringing your warm body up against his freshly showered chest.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who wakes up to you snuggling up to his chest because you're happy he's home. He instead sees an opportunity to catch up on all the lovemaking you guys haven't been doing.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who fucks you roughly, his thrusts so powerful that they knock the wind out of you. He bites and marks your skin with hickies and bruises.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who likes to fuck you until your mind goes blank and your eyes see stars. He lives to make your pussy so sore that no other man can ever match up to him.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who will yank you back to take his cock if you run away. He'll whisper harshly into your ear that you should never run away from his loving and that you'll take him until his cock is spent.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who likes to see you cry as you take his dick. His fingers tenderly caress and wipe your tears away but his cock continues to ravage your cunt. He never relents and your tears stain your cheeks as you moan helplessly.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who only shows you tenderness and care, but his victims see a whole other side of him that you will never see.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who has always been a merciless killer. A sick, murderous bastard whose methods are borderline cruel and inhumane. Police often find his victims mangled and so unrecognizable that police are left to play guessing games with the victim's identity based on who went missing and who crossed his path. Majority go unnamed and are often referred to as

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who gives victims a special type of treatment when they mess with you. All the other shitheads and company bastards get the same treatment of dying an almost painless death, though even that often depends on his mood. But slimey creeps who mess with his poor wife get tortured, castrated, eaten alive, or sent to his own little lab chambers where he commits the most inhumane experiments known to man, all to sate his sick curiosities and appease his anger.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who often shirks his own duties to spend time with you. Being an underground mafia boss is exhausting work and he'd much rather spend his time inside you than dealing with old heads, new heads, and potential victims.

Yandere Hubby Sukuna who lays in bed, wide awake, and turns his gaze over your sleeping form, his obsession and possessiveness gripping him like an iron fist as he eyed the new marks he left on you. He often thinks about what he'd do if you ever left him, but those thoughts are the one thing the "Mad Dog" couldn't handle.

((Quick question! Should I do Mahito or Choso next? Tell me some more JJK men I should do.))

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[mariaxxxxx]

Cherry (bucky barnes/winter soldier x fem!reader)

Summary: The Soldier takes care of you when your monthly blood appears suddenly. (+18)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Hurt comfort, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, virgin!reader, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, HEA, good ending, somnophille, slight degradation, duvious consent, menstrual sex, pregnancy, arranged marriage, inexperienced reader, abortion commented, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), kidnapping, aftercare, curse words.

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A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.

Your eyes widened as you felt your period stain your panties. As if controlled by switches, the sound of conversations faded. His heart raced terribly in his chest, as his thoughts raced to find an excuse to escape from there. “Sir…um! I…I-I…Can I go to the bathroom?” You asked the head scientist, dismayed by the murmurs around you.

Suddenly awakened from the conversation, the head scientist directed his gaze towards you. His face took on a reddish hue as he crossed his legs.

“We are already finishing. You can wait." He responded as rough as sandpaper. It shouldn't be a surprise to you, the men of HYDRA hardly showed empathy, especially to someone like you.

You looked down at your hands in an attempt to hide the red that took over your face. For that to happen at that moment was embarrassing. Such was your despair, you could have sworn you felt your heart beat in your throat.

“Please…” You begged. “I really need to go to the bathroom.”

The blood began to accumulate even more between her thighs, so her cotton panties would not be able to prevent the worst from happening.

"Hang on." The chief scientist said sharply. He got angry with you to the point of piercing you hard with a thick needle.

“Please…” You begged the blood pooled even more in your legs: you always had a heavy flow. The head scientist was about to shout at you, or slap you, when he saw the blood pooling on your thighs staining not only your hospital gown, but the gurney beneath you.

"Cum! Disgusting." The scientist shouted. “That bitch is staining my office with blood.” He turned away from you as if you were the plague itself.

The other scientists went to him to see what was going on.

"What there was?" asked one of them. You didn't know any of their names; they never told you and never referred to each other by name in front of you.

“This bitch is bleeding.” The chief scientist shouted. “Get her out of here.” He screamed and his subordinates ran to you to remove the tubes and needles that held you in that horrible machine.

You were pulled abruptly from the stretcher, your feet couldn't balance in time and you fell face down on the floor. Someone chuckled in the background at your misery and someone else commented on how much of a bloody pig you looked like.

You used your hands to support yourself and lifted your torso, sitting on your knees. An absurd pain filled your abdomen, cramps, you whimpered with the pain.

“Come on, get up from there. Can't you see you're getting blood all over everything?” The chief scientist shouted in his direction. You were still on your knees and he was standing, the difference in angles made everything even more humiliating. “I should have castrated you as soon as I had the chance.”

Tears formed in her eyes.

"She's crying." Said someone behind you. “I didn’t know these freaks had the ability to cry.”

“I didn't know either. It’s something to be studied.” Another responded.

You didn’t know whether to cry because of the pain, humiliation or the possibility of being “studied” for the simple reason of crying.

“Please, I-I need…” You were about to beg for help when the room was enveloped in silence the moment the metal door opened and the Soldat walked through it.

You could see the scientists tense up at the cold look they gave you. He walked towards you in hard, long strides. You looked down trying to avoid further embarrassment; you hated that he saw you like this. His large hands grabbed your arms and pulled you up tightly, you stood up but still looked down.

The Active dragged you through the gray hallways to the room you shared; It wasn't exactly a room, it was more like a cell made up of two single beds covered in faded sheets, a dresser stocked with towels and underwear and a door that led to the bathroom. The soldier let go of his arm abruptly.

"Thanks." You told him still without looking him in the eyes. He made a sound through his mouth similar to a grunt.

His attention was taken by the discomfort running down his legs. Fighting against angry crying, you entered the bathroom, looking at yourself in full and observed the reason for your discomfort: a huge dark red stain that stretched across your entire thigh.

"I hate that!" You shouted angrily.

You threw your blood stained clothes on the floor and ran straight to the shower to clean yourself up. The cold water made your skin burn, but you didn't care, you were already used to the cold water on your skin. After washing up you wrapped yourself in a towel and marched out of the bathroom.

The Asset was sitting on your bed when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. His gaze was low, cold. You cleared your throat to indicate that you were present in the room. She didn't care about that as her gaze remained low.

In a hurry, you went towards the dresser, taking out a pair of panties, a change of clothes and a tampon. You turned towards the bathroom to change in privacy when the Soldier said:

"Blood." His voice came out hoarse and thick, you turned and faced him, he was looking directly at you.

"What?"

“Blood runs through your legs.” a dozen words, it was the first time he had said so much to you.

His attention was taken by the bloody tear that ran down his leg and fell onto the concrete floor. You found yourself enraged by the situation, looking at the man with a look that would intimidate anyone else.

“I know there's blood coming out of me, idiot. Just go away!” You said with a slightly altered voice, heading to the bathroom and closing the door with a thud.

You took another shower to clean off the discomfort that persisted in running down your legs. After the shower, you put on your panties with the intimate hygiene object after the cold white nightgown over your body and left the bathroom.

The man was still sitting in the same place, motionless, with an empty gaze directed at the wall. You expected him to slap you for shouting, as he did many times on orders from his superiors, to educate you correctly.

Most of the time he was cold and distant, only exclaiming sounds with his mouth when you dared to ask him something and the missions always kept him away. And when he was, he always stood still, like a marble statue just staring into space. It was irritating.

You winced as a pang hit your stomach hard, you groaned at the unpleasant pain. Tears formed in your eyes and your hands shook as you walked to your bed to lie down and wait for the pain to pass. You put your head on the pillow and closed your eyes allowing yourself to pray to whatever was in the sky to take away the pain.

"Can I help you with something?" Once again, half a dozen words directed at you for the second time that day. You opened your eyes and fixed your gaze on him.

"I don't think so." You answered sincerely. “The pain will soon go away.”

He made a sound through his mouth that resembled a mumble. You closed your eyes again trying to relax and forget that the pain was consuming your entire body.

"I can see?"

His question echoed through the room and you opened your eyes again.

“W-what?” You stuttered, maybe you were hearing wrong.

The soldier got up from the bed and walked over to you, stopping right above you.

"The blood. I can see?"

“Why do you want to see my blood?” You asked scared, but he just shrugged.

“I see blood often. This one will be new to me. I would like to know what natural blood is like, caused by nature itself.”

His mind seemed to go into circuit with the excess of information. There he was, a cold and cruel killer, right above you, asking to see his monthly blood. Truth be told, you didn't know if you were scared by the request or the fact that he was so talkative.

“I-I…” you paused as you lifted your torso against the headboard. The Asset sat very close to you. “I don’t know, it’s… it’s…w-what…”

You couldn't stop stuttering.

“I can make the pain go away.” He offered.

You looked deep into his eyes trying to find some humor, but all you found was curiosity. The offer to make the pain go away was very tempting. They, the people who always hurt you, never provided you with anything for pain, just more pain. And now, here was HYDRA's deadliest weapon giving him the opportunity to make the pain go away.

“Can you really?”

With a lot of effort the words escaped his mouth, he just nodded in affirmation. You sighed and exclaimed an affirmation at him.

His hand, the real one, pressed on his shoulder until his head was on the pillow. He crawled until he was on top of you, propped up on his elbows.

His face turns red, and you can feel tears forming in your eyes. His body shakes as he tries to process the Soldat on top of you, on top of you. As if he could feel all his insecurity, placing his right hand, the flesh one, on his scarlet face.

“Trust me, vishnya (cherry).”

The Active brought his face closer to his until their noses touched. You felt a great urge to join your lips with his.

“Soldat.”

"Yes!"

"I can kiss you?"

You could swear the shadow of a smile formed when he heard his request. He nodded his head in affirmation. And then you did. You pressed your lips to his: once, twice, three times. Soldat seemed not to be satisfied with a simple touch of lips. He wanted more. He needed more.

In one swift movement the Soldat forced his tongue into her mouth. You welcomed him happily, even though you didn't know how to properly reciprocate. He walked away and You feared he would do something wrong. Before you could ask what you had done wrong he kissed you again, this time with more truth.

The nightgown that covered his body was opened and his large breasts were exposed. He cupped her breast in his hand, and as he kissed her, he handled the satin-soft flesh with his vibraniu hand. The kiss stopped. The Active stared at her face as he played with her breast.

He gave it a gentle squeeze and then lightly ran his metal nail across her nipple, back and forth, and back and forth again, until they were hard and sensitive.

"That is good?" he asked.

“Yes” You replied.

"This is it?" He pinched her nipple, pulling it hard. Twisting it between his icy fingers. You let out a gasp of pleasure.

"It is good."

His nightshirt was removed and discarded on the floor, next to the bed. The Soldat ran his hands, the real one and the metal one, over his warm body. You arched your back at the sensation and moaned his name in adoration. The pain still kicked him in the ass, but the newfound delight made that inconvenience completely insignificant.

The hands ran over her soft skin until they reached the spot covered by the cotton panties. You closed your legs when you felt the touch on your intimate spot. The Soldat let out a groan at the refusal.

“It’s a mess down there.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Just spread your legs and stay still, I’ll do the rest.”

The Man said with such intensity that you simply obeyed. Her panties covered by the pad were discarded and thrown on the floor next to the bed. You tried to close your legs as you felt the blood pooling, but Soldat's body wouldn't allow it. His eyes closed as a long, shuddering breath left you. Shame clouded his thoughts.

"It's beautiful!" His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, his touch on your skin burning to your fragile bones.

His eyes opened to visualize The Asset staring at her pussy intently, as if it were the most precious thing in the world. His name left his lips like an incantation, shy and low, to break him out of his trance.

"What will you do?"

“Don’t worry, vishnya (cherry). I will take good care of you.”

He propelled his own body until he was on top of You again. You fought with all your might not to look away from his.

“My vishnnya (cherry)” he murmured before his mouth grabbed your left nipple. His wet tongue roamed the hard bud. His eyes always look towards his reddened face. It felt like fire was consuming her as she was bathed in pure ecstasy all at once. You moaned shamelessly as your body received his attention.

His lips moved to the valley between her breasts as he kissed lower and lower. His tongue grazed his skin, tasting the sweetness of his skin and marking it, leaving a reddish trail wherever his mouth passed.

He kept moving until he reached between her thighs. His palms roamed his thighs. For a man with such a cruel reputation, he was being kind to You.

His breath hitched when you felt his finger, from his real hand, press your clit. All your consciousness flew away as his finger played with that sensitive button. A loud moan escaped as he continued to work vigorously on her swollen clit.

He held you in place with the strong grip of his metal arm as he stimulated your clit, reducing You to a panting, wet mess.

"Still hurts?"

The question barely reached his ears; pleasure simply clouded everything around him.

“No…” You stammered. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.” The pain was nothing more than an unhappy memory in his messy head filled with ecstasy.

You gasped as your hips bucked forward, towards his finger.

“Please” You begged pathetically, not knowing exactly why you were begging.

A sparkle appeared in his eyes, your heart skipped a beat in your chest as he continued to stimulate you harder and faster this time. His pussy ached as You reached a violent climax.

He moved away, sitting between his legs, taking off his shirt surrounded by pockets and combat utensils, leaving his chest covered in scars visible. You sighed at the privileged view. He lowered his pants down to his thighs exposing his hard member. Big. He was Big.

"Open your legs." He said in a deep timbre that sent shivers through her body.

You obeyed. Feeling so exposed and vulnerable, holding her legs open for him. Fear and uncertainty colored his mind as many thoughts ran through his head, anticipating the actions that awaited him. You always expect pain. However, his heart begged You to trust him. You chose to listen to feeling and leave reason aside.

His body shivered with need when you looked into those blue eyes like the sky. He pressed his lips to yours. His body stiffened beneath him as he felt a finger penetrate him. Tension washed over You as he worked with his fingers. You didn't want to get it dirty.

"Stop, please!"

"I hurt you?" He asked, his eyes shining with concern.

“I don’t want to get you dirty.”

"Don't worry about that." he kissed you to calm all his bad thoughts. You relaxed and allowed yourself to feel the good things he gave you without worrying about anything.

Your body shakes as he continues to work your slick folds. You were so wet that he found no obstacle to adding a second digit. He was so skilled with his fingers that you felt a strange wave run from the tip of your toe to his head.

His legs shook and your wet walls trembled around him as the pace quickened. He stimulated you with such mastery that a series of meaningless babbles escaped your lips. The room filled with the sound of her wet pussy being stimulated and her moans.

With one last stimulus, a sensation of absolute pleasure bathed his body in the purest ecstasy. His mouth covered You to swallow his sound. His tongue passed over his, savoring his taste. You were a post-orgasm mess as he took that swollen, hard man part that needed to be satisfied to your tight, tough pussy, which he bled his way through.

In one quick movement his fingers dug into his back, feeling the way his muscles contracted and relaxed with the movement. You clung to him tightly. His body burned with pleasure, a pleasure you never imagined you would have.

His hands spread his legs even wider and his big, thick cock sank even deeper into You. His grip on your hips seemed to tighten, pushing You against the bed. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to penetrate You.

He pounded into you again, and again, and again, until the climax came to You again, even harder than the last time. He fucked You for what seemed like hours as he began to slow down as he rode for his own release, filling You with his lust, emptying himself with a deep, animalistic moan.

His lips parted panting and his hands gripped the sheets tightly as he felt his hot release fill you. He pulled out of your pussy leaving you empty. His legs shook like jelly as the rest of his release along with the monthly blood left You and fell onto the sheets below.

Soldat rolled out of bed. You closed your eyes as you let yourself appreciate the mix of sensations that surrounded you. With your enhanced ears you could tell that Soldat had gone into the bathroom to clean up the mess on his member. When he came back, he sat on the bed next to her hips.

“It still hurts, vishnnya?"He asked, sincerely.

You opened your eyes and were faced with that sapphire blue immensity. A smile formed on his lips.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #winter soldier #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you

[abbyfmc]

Yandere eunuch! headcanons:

-Eunuchs were palace servants, especially imperial palaces, and were treated as servants. They were the only men in an imperial harem apart from the emperor, with the small difference that they were of a much lower rank and were also castrated.

Here we will see several situations in which our protagonist today develops with his senpai, in different situations.

-Warnings: There will be mentions of kidnapping, murder, stalking and probably +18 stuff. The obsessive or criminal behaviors mentioned here should NOT be performed in real life.

If you are a servant: 1.1 -It can be your superior or your inferior, depending on your rank. 1.2 -If you are his superior, he will have a lot of respect and admiration for you, and would call you by your rank and nickname. 1.3 -If he is your superior, he will demand your respect and admiration. He will not tolerate you paying attention to another. 1.4 -He will always be there for you, no matter what. 1.5 -He will not tolerate another servant or superior mistreating you. He will feel anger, helplessness and sadness for you and he will find a way to get revenge sooner or later. 1.6 -If he is punished, he will appreciate that you deign to heal his wounds and in fact, the simple fact of knowing that you wanted to help him will make them hurt less. 1.7 -If you are punished with… spanking for example, he will come to heal your wounds and help you treat them. Whether he himself punished you or not. 1.8 -He probably asked the emperor to marry you to him. He would follow you everywhere with the topic, and when you are his wife not to mention. 1.9 -

*If you are a noble lady, concubine or consort: 2.1 -He would be frustrated, since you married the emperor and not him. 2.2 -He will want to work for you in your palace. 2.3 -He will maintain your palace and clean it as you like. 2.4 -Do you want to kill a consort or a prince? He will gladly help you. 2.5 -It will take care of your health as the most precious thing. It will check your food, drinks and everything you use. 2.6 -If you become pregnant by the emperor, he will take care of you with a bitter feeling in his chest, since he knows that he could never have a child with you because he is a eunuch. Plus he hates that your heart isn't his. 2.7 -If he is very evil, he will try to give you a miscarriage and blame it on someone else, or he will try to make you fall out of favor with the emperor. 2.8 -He will accept all your punishments. From whipping and forced labor to kneeling in X place for X amount of time. 2.9 -He would watch you while you sleep under the pretext of taking care of you. 2.10 -Otherwise, He would help you take care of your pregnancy and seek all the help necessary to assist you during childbirth. 2.11 -He would do all your errands without question, no matter how dangerous they were, even if you were locked in your palace.

In any other situation, if you were in love with him, he would be very happy.

Obviously you would have a romance hidden from everyone.

He would kill anyone who hurts you or have a superior punish them in some way.

He will appreciate everything from the biggest gift to a small smile.

If you have children with the emperor, he will take care of the children as if he were the father; secretly of course.

He will appreciate you teaching him how to read and write if he didn't already know it before.

If he is very crazy and daring, he will lock himself with you in your palace and let you know that you are his. It doesn't matter that he is a castrated eunuch, since he can still (according to him) use his fingers and his tongue on you.

He will always follow you everywhere.

Is there a trip? He will gladly accompany you.

He will not tolerate any disrespect towards you. He would be capable of hitting other maids and lesser eunuchs for not calling you correctly by your rank, nickname or name.

If you committed crimes, he will blackmail you with that to have you for himself somehow. No, he won't confess them unless it's (as I said) to have you. And he won't confess your secrets either, no matter how much others torture him. -Fin. What do you think?

#yandere #yandere oc #cw yandere #yandere love #yandere x you #yandere male #platonic yandere #Yandere eunuch #yandere x reader #male yandere #tw yandere

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hello,so i've been brainrotting about Pei ming genuinely falling in love with f!reader,but the reader always ignored him since he is known for using women for fun,but he just keeps trying so hard to win reader over and prove he's actually inlove with them. It would be great if you could write this in hcs,you can ignore this if you dont want to

I Have Standards

Pei Ming x F!reader

Do you know how long I had to search the gifs for him?

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Pei Ming is a womanizer everyone knows that

But Pei Ming genuinely has found an interest in you. Truthfully!

You intrigue him, however you also ignore him

So he hasn't been able to get far in his affections

Most women don't ignore him like this you know?

Pei Ming has been chasing you around like a lost dog, trying to prove his love to you

He's tried to woo you, give you flowers, buy you expensive things, take you out

But no you ignore him gracefully as if he were your fan

This man is genuinely confused. Like??? Why is she ignoring me ugh I got to step up my game I guess

Doesn't realize it's because of his reputation until Ling Wen tells him

Which she only did, because he wouldn't stop bitching in her ear about how his lovely crush won't bat an eyelash at him.

She wishes you the best of luck

Now that he knows the problem lies within his reputation he doesn't know how to fix that. . .

How does one go back and fix the past?

Ling Wen tells him he's stupid and maybe he should try to clean up his act. Then you'll look at him.

So that's what he attempts to do.

He should've done that in the first place but like he's trying okay?

Pei Ming really isn't all that bad, he just needs to get you to actually talk to him now.

Asks Ling Wen how he's supposed to sit down with you and she sends him right to your door.

Ling Wen is probably the only reason you guys have a chance of being together because she paid you off to deal with him.

She's sick of it

You stay true to your word though and give him a chance to woo you.

You sit in your palace lounge with crossed legs.

You aren't expecting anything heart felt

However you sit with wide eyes when Pei Ming pours his heart out to you.

Pei Ming practiced this speech like several times.

"I know I don't have the best reputation with women, but if you could give me a chance I promise to treat you right and not throw you to the side like rumours say I would"

Etc, etc

Okay so you're woo'd

Do you know what time period it is? Especially as a women?

All men are too afraid of their feelings and some are too busy being gay with each other cough, cough Xie Lian.

It just doesn't leave a girl like you many options

But you do like Pei Ming you've just never told him because of the whole reputation thing

You've been quiet for a long time, Pei Ming almost thinks you're going to say no.

Very happy when you say yes!

Astounded when you say you'll castrate him if he does you wrong.

He'll accept that!

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I hope I wasn't rambling 😞 but yip yip guys 🖤

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #pei ming x reader #pei ming #mxtx tgcf #mxtx

[sgiandubh]

Just so stories: Mommy and Daddy

In the (questionably) blessed White Picket Fenced America of 1955, things were deceptively simple:

Mommy stayed home, while Daddy was earning enough cash to buy that new Frigidaire.

Uhm. No, not really: see what happens to Mad Men's Betty Draper, the pearl-stringed suburbia matron. Not exactly a cheerful look, but perhaps a true, albeit neurotic, one.

For some unfathomable reason, one of the main dismissive arguments used against shippers reads along some very similar lines. I paraphrase, as this is a collective POV (probably stemmed from CO's laboratory and snowballed to great success across their dashboards):

'Oh, aren't they stupid! How can they expect C to follow him around the world, children in tow, at his beck and call? Or to wait for him, military wife style, as he traipses from Vegas to London to Paris to Belgium? What are these, The Fifties?'

To this Dorothy Dixon, along comes one of the Tumblrette Pundits, with a ready-made answer, always the same:

'Of course they are stupid! Of course she doesn't! Every time she is working somewhere, she brings McSideburns and The Blonde Bambino around! And McSideburns takes care of Blonde Bambino, as he should! Reality, not fantasy!'

Let alone they have absolutely no clue about the real state of play, given the almost complete, paranoid opacity reigning since at least a Certain Sad Event. Let alone that no other logical/common sense argument provided is accepted (cults seldom deal in both acceptance and common sense);

Nannies? Pah, so 1992! Family safety net? Pah, so suburban! Working parents? Pah, these people are stars, their life is a cornucopia of perks and freebies and glam!

So, in a nutshell, according to them:

Mommy is busy working and Daddy follows all along/ stays at home with Blonde Bambino, hoping that Mommy will bring enough cashola to finish that double glazing people usually install in December.

In other words, we immediately picture C as a 'starke, titanische Weib' / the strong, titanic woman German poets were so fond of back in the 1800's. Dragging along a diminutive, shy, understanding and private McSideburns, trousered Vestal extraordinaire. The rest is taboo (or should be, in my book), at any rate.

Something wrong with this vision? Yes. It's exactly the 1950's one they accuse us of espousing (we don't), but this time the male/female symbolic roles are reversed. As a result, a shrink would have many thoughts and probably a handful of questions about that need to completely castrate the Goddess's Consort to perfect oblivion. Obliterating his life, his story and even his name, for Christ's sake!

Not a good look for either C and The Prop and, to be honest, quite a weird, borderline insulting one, especially when coming from 'respectful, realistic' fans. The real utility seems to be concealing the emptiness of a Tale Forever Untold. It will be effectively replaced by the chorus with the perfect fantasy of a modern dad, a successful producer/manager and so on and so forth.

Reality is a bit different, if you just take a look on The Fratellis' Wikipedia page and follow the links:

But, but, but... 'additional personnel' (😱😱😱) - how could that be?

And yes, remember (LOL) David Eustace and the FMN shooting photo of the Happy Dynamic Duo? Happy to oblige to a friend who provided a work project (that album was postponed two or three times, then released in 2021) during COVID, probably.

The mere thought of a young, urban, sophisticated, committed and trusting couple, living and loving their best life, traveling separately or together, allowing 'spaces in their togetherness' (wasn't that The Prophet quote she liked and shared?) is something that gives them the shingles. Anything but this. Anything - even that sad The Empress and Her Additional Personnel narrative.

You see, they don't like The Obvious. At all.

#just so stories #fandom #shitshow

[marzipanandminutiae]

The post about "we need feminism because there's a men's rights movement in LGBT" is from radfems. "Baeddelations" has a pinned post about being a baeddel, "men's rights" in this context pretty much means trans men speaking about being trans men. (I'm not denying issues in the community but I know you've wanted it pointing out when you've missed dogwhistles before, and the post is all very thinly veilled references.)

I did some looking into this, because I was not familiar with the term "baeddel."For anyone else who didn't know: It's an Old English word generally meaning "effeminate or castrated man" as far as I can tell, and some transfem people adopted it primarily back in the 2010s (although some still use it, like the user in question). Baeddels in the modern sense claim to focus on transmisogyny and trans women's issues...but as you say, some can lapse into prejudice against trans men. To the point where, while it doesn't seem like they ALL hold that view, it has become one of the most prominent things about the movement. Kind of like radfems and transphobia. The poster in question seemed, when I looked through their blog, to come down in the middle- there were some comments that raised my eyebrows, but not as extreme as things I saw on other blogs.

I went back and forth about what to do re: the post in question, though. Because I don't want to be associated with hatred of trans men, since. You know. I don't hate trans men. However, I do feel that the modern left, and even the LGBT community, believes misogyny has been fixed and refuses to examine the undercurrents thereof that women in these circles still struggle with.

(Trans men can be misogynistic. NB people can be misogynistic. Anyone can be misogynistic, and the community letting misogynistic people off the hook because they're not cis men, or the expectation thereof, is a real issue that I have witnessed/experienced IRL. Shoutout to the trans guy who insisted I let him do everything for me out in public, and got mad when I didn't want to, because it "made him feel more masculine" so I should apparently just shut up and act helpless, for example.)

(There's also been a lot of "not all men" going around in response to women expressing frustration with the bullshit we face for our gender, which is like. Come on. I thought we all figured out in the 2010s that no-one sensible is talking about LITERALLY all men; we just shouldn't be expected to water down our anger to make men comfortable. Tacking "but what about trans men?" onto that doesn't negate the entire rest of the conversation.)

I disagree that the post is "all thinly veiled references" because it looks like most people reblogging it are like me- folks who aren't familiar with that term but feel that there's a still a misogyny issue in progressive and queer spaces. However, because of the association with a specific movement I am not part of and largely disagree with an apparent key point of, I will be deleting it.

Do not mistake this for me recanting my personal sentiments on the matter. There is a misogyny problem in my community, because the misogyny problem in broader society remains. Trans men and NB people are not exempt from being misogynistic. This needs to be talked about, and it is deeply frustrating to me as a queer woman.

Do I even have to say "this is not for t*rfs?" Well, just in case, it is Not. Fuck off.

#ask #anon #long post #misogyny #feminism

[boringkate]

IMO if your scifi alien planet is ruled by women then yes obviously any men who are around should either be sent away to work in unseen mines and factories or executed for resisting, but also...

If you like a boy then you should be allowed to welcome them into womanhood (and thus personhood) by castrating them and having them drink estrogenizing piss.

You could make a whole celebratory ritual out of it.

On your alien planet ruled by women.

Or on earth. Whatever.

[genderkoolaid]

hey! if you have the spoons, would you happen to have any posts/anecdotes refuting this thread? https://www.tumblr.com/neondyke/719263498717233152/nonhoration?source=share

so. one of my big problems with how we talk about TERFs is the sort of conspiratorial energy some people have towards them- not in that TERFs don't lie about their beliefs, but the idea that all radical feminists are part of this huge conspiracy where none of them actually believe any of what they say. The idea that no TERF actually, genuinely cares about women, or gender non-conforming people- or that none of them hate men.

Just because TERFism is misogynistic, harmful to GNC people, and often allies with conservative men, does not mean every TERF hates other women, GNC people, and likes men. Its vital to be critical of what TERFs say vs what their actions say- but we do ourselves and them a disservice by shoving our fingers in our ears and essentially saying that no TERF can be genuine, and I actually know what they really believe in their hearts. This is especially important when you aren't interacting with high-level TERFs (especially those making bank off public appearances & books & shit), but like. regular smegular everyday women who got radicalized, or people who are on the verge of being radicalized and are put-off by people who seem to be incapable of seeing TERFs as having genuine beliefs.

I say that all because the idea that TERFs aren't misandrists, that they don't really hate men, is just straight-up ridiculous. It assumes that radical feminism was born exclusively as a reaction to trans women, that none of its theorists or activists were genuinely trying to apply Marxist analysis to gender/sex dynamics and create a better world for women. Which ignores other parts of radical feminism, like their anti-sex work rhetoric/whorephobia. (If you have access to JSTOR, I recommend reading "Radical Feminism and Feminist Radicalism" by Ellen Willis, a former radfem; it dives into the problems with 60s radical feminism from an inside perspective).

I absolutely think TERF hatred for trans women is not exclusively a result of their misandry. This is because all transphobia is systematic, and everyone born and raised in transphobic society has transphobia woven into their thinking. So if you are a cis woman, probably one who has had traumatic experiences with misogyny coming from cis men- probably one with some interest in leftism, who is annoyed by liberal #girlboss feminism which feels lackluster, who is envious of the subversive, direct-action, "tear the system down" feminism of the past- and you have an unexamined, ingrained bias against trans people, well. TERFism will provide explanation and affirmation for your trauma and the promise of the radical feminist action of your dreams to allow you to lash out at your oppressors with the logic of the guillotine. Your unexamined bias against trans women will mean you don't see their transmisogyny as unreasonable, and even if you never really thought about trans women before, its gonna be real easy for you to accept them as a threat to Real Women.

But to assume that every time a TERF says "men" or "male," she means "trans woman," is just ignorant. TERFs are surrounded by cis men, because they live in the same society as us. They see cis men acting misogynistic, many of them have been personally hurt by cis men, they very much mean "cis men" when they say things like "all men should be castrated" or "all male babies should be aborted"- how exactly can you talk about males as a sex and never refer to cis men? When they talk about how using dildos or any sort of penetrative sex is patriarchal and Bad, that's not because they hate trans women, its because they see anything that could be associated with maleness as bad.

Here's a quote from Sylvia Riveria's very important work "Queens in Exile, The Forgotten Ones":

"Oh, yeah, we mixed with lesbians. We always got along back then. All the division between lesbian women and queens came after 1974 when Jean O'Leary and the radical lesbians came up. The radicals did not accept us or masculine-looking women who dressed like men. And those lesbian women might not even have been trans."

TERF hatred for transmasculinity goes back far before ROGD and the idea of transmasculinity as a social disease affecting "innocent young girls." Here's a quote from Leslie Feinberg's Transgender Warriors:

"A view that the primary division of society is between women and men leads some women to fear that transsexual women are men in sheep's clothing coming across their border, or that female-to-male transsexuals are going over to the enemy, or that I look the same as the enemy."

If TERFs have no real hatred for men or masculinity, why did/do they attack butches & transmascs? Why, before ROGD was the trendy way to attack transmasculinity, did they specifically attack us for being too masculine and therefore imitating the oppressor? The idea that trans women are the only ones blamed by TERFs for ROGD is also false- adult trans men, especially those with any public influence, are frequently blamed for "preying" on young "girls." (Also, fun fact: that last quoted paragraph ends with: "Trans people of all sexes and genders are not oppressors: they, like women, rank among the oppressed.")

Lastly, I feel like we- all trans people- have an issue of trying to match our genders & the way our genders do impact how we are treated, with the way our sexual/gendered misgendering also impacts how we are treated. For example, I am often frustrated by trans men who are resistant to talking about how trans men face misogyny because "it feels like misgendering." I don't think we can really deal with transphobia unless we cope with the fact that we are trans people- we are socially placed between genders and punished for that, and that means that we will be attacked because of our relationship to our gender assigned at birth (although not exclusively). See this post for more of my thoughts on that.

Obligatory "please don't harass any of the people in the screenshot above, just block them & move on" notice

#m. #ask box #transandrophobia #transmisandry #anti transmasculinity

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Inspiration from the fary gala, this time the two guys have to sneak in to the Princess Academy to steal a magic stone from one of the dorms

( let's say Rook, Malleus, Jamil, Ruggie and Leona )

The dorm that they have to steal is represent the wife of the king of the underworld and th theme is forest,nature,the uniform for the students are nymps/farries theme ( I love Greeks, han dynasty, and Romen dresses of the past ) while the dorm leader is wearing the crown with said gem they have to steal, what they didn't know is Crewel daughter is the dorm leader and they wearing a dress that looks liked the queen of the underworld might wear

Like they spot them as she doing final stroll in the garden and spots them, whisper yelling at them what the hell are they doing as the school is very protective of their students since few incedent happened in the past

Like the gem they need isn’t even as important as the fairy gem from the event

it's just something Crowley says they need

And that their grades will suffer if they don’t at least try to get it

“What the heck are you guys doing here!?”

To find the students at NRC at your school sneaking around in the only way they can

Dressed as girls

Even with Vil and Crewel’s expertise costuming nothing gets past your keen eye

Rook says he looks like his sisters with a bulky toga in hopes to hide his muscles

When you do originally find them he’s quite excited

You look gorgeous and he’s so happy he can even come close to emulating it with his disguise

“La La Madameoiselle Crewel you look divine!”

“Thank you, Rook, now what on a dalmatian’s spots are you doing here?!”

You’re speaking to them in the open as they are dressed convincingly enough

Leona had to be dragged here

And his scowling madeup face says just that 

“Good. Give us your crown and we’ll be on our way.”

“No deal. We have a ceremony that relies on it. Maybe but otherwise you're going to have to wait.”

“Why should we? We could just take it now.” 

“Leona!” 

You waved off Ruggie and Jamil’s whispered exclamations

“Because…it’d be incredibly inconvenient if a spell ripped all your clothes off revealing who you truly are. And out of curiosity have you ever felt the weight of a woman’s fist. Well try multiple. The growing woman of the Princess Academy will collectively castrate, maul, beat, pummel any uninvited men on their campus. Now do you really want to try it?”

Silencing the group, you gave a smile 

“Good. Follow me.”

To say you made the entire group excited would be an understatement

Malleus is an odd one who actually is hiding quite well 

He realizes as he stays close by that he’s getting a lot of attention

“Hey those contact lenses are sexy on you, where’d you get them?”

“Your hairstyle is so perfect for the theme, who’s your stylist?”

Thankfully you waved off any of the questioning girls maneuvering him to stay with your group in a gallery section of the ceremony before being caught by your administrator

“Ohh (Y/n), those two friends of yours can act as your undead servants. You all look so cute it will be perfect.”

The most convincing girls of your group are Jamil and Ruggie who act silently as your undead escorts during the ceremony

Both of them marvel at your looks as you glow with the power of Persephone’s gem

Finally getting away you tell them they can switch out the actual one with the fake one in one of the library nooks away from the hustle and bustle of the students

“Ruggie if you’d please at least let me take the gem out before you fully take it away?”

With a role of his eyes he hands you the real one in his pocket

For a moment you raise your hand to complete the spell only to smirk before speaking to the shadows of the room

“Well headmistress, I think that should be enough.”

“Yes thank you, (Y/n).”

When everyone’s faces morph into surprise you puff your lip mockingly as you sit with the crown on a nearby desk as the headmistress surges closer

“Sorry boys, but we’ve been on a streak for over a century and you know how much I hate losing.” 

“(Y/n) if you’ll use the power of Persephone?”

“Gladly.” 

Within an instance you transport all of them back to Crowley’s office

“Seems like you’ve lost again Dire Crowley” Your headmistress chuckles as Crowley dejectedly reveals to his students the real reason why he sent them

Which was to finally get ahold of the crown to be able to hold their own Persephone fair I mean he does have the descendant of Hades

Bonus round 

“The descendant is here?”

“Headmistress, if I may shan’t we celebrate with him, excusing his obvious difference?”

“I don’t see why not.”

Cut to Ortho and Idia being draped with flowers and fed pomegranates as he’s led to dance the you waiting

“U-uh (Y-y/n)?”

“Yes?”

“Y-y-y-you l-l-l-look b-b-beautiful!”

“Hehe, thank you, Idia. Now don’t be afraid and put your hands on my waist. Hold tight.” 

Now everyone at NRC is moping as they let themselves be played by you

When you do come and visit once again you pay a special visit to each of these guys

“Now you may have been served your punishment from the school but you haven’t had mine yet. Now should you be a guinea pig or a teacup puppy? The options are endless!” 

You’re father has taught you well, and punishing misbehaving puppies is a specialty

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