I'll never take anyone who thinks misandry is as bad as misogyny, seriously.
Misandrists don't make telegram groups to share revenge porn and non-consentual nudes of men. but Misogynists do that to women.
Misandrists don't make deepfake porn to defame, humiliate and torture men. but Misogynists do that to women.
Misandrists don't pass laws to take away men's reproductive rights. but misogynists do that with women's reproductive rights.
Misandrist don't go out of their way to stalk, target, harass and assault men. but misogynists do that to women.
Misandrists don't make religion or interpret religious texts to control, shame and chain men. but misogynists do that to women.
Misandrists don't see men as sex objects or act entitled to their bodies. but misogynists do that with women.
Misandry has never caused sex-selective abortions. but misogyny is the reason why sex determination of fetuses is banned in many countries because of Female foeticide and preference for sons.
Misandry has never caused the importances of a field of work go down if male participation increases. but misogyny is why nursing, teaching and modeling is looked down on and ridiculed because it's a female dominated field. misogyny is one of the reason why going to college is now looked down on because more college grads are women.
Misandry hasn't caused medical field to not research on men and their health problems or made health care providers deminish/invalidate their pain. but misogyny has such a major impact on medical field that to still date we don't know the exact cause of fibroids. A "benign tumor" that varies in size, from tiny to as large as a MELON, and can cause heavy bleeding, pelvic pain, etc. Something that between 20 to 80 percent of women have. but oh that just lil bit of pain and discomfort right? nothing that serious?
and again it's totally not because of misogyny we still don't know the exact cause of endometriosis and the fact that the largest research on it is how it affects the MALE partner of the women that have endometriosis. NOT about how the WOMEN feels, NOT about how it affects her but how it affects her MALE PARTNER.
And lastly, a few women being "bitchy misandrists" on the internet and doesn't suddenly make the patriarchy (Literally systematic perpetuation of misogyny) disappear.
Beefy!Toji who’s got fat fucking thighs and chicken breast muscles and a cocky half-lidded-eyes grin. Calves so defined you can see them flex and twitch beneath tanned skin (not that you’re looking. or anything. god forbid).
Beefy!Toji who has stretch marks lining the bulk of his shoulders and chest from being sooooo ripped.
Beefy!Toji who has callouses on his knuckles and the tips of his fingers, hardened from years of training and toiling and pushing on when the going got hard. Who pushes two dextrous digits deep inside you when he’s hard – all slow, corners of his lips curved as he lowers himself to meet those digits. Tongueing up your clit in one strong slurp! that has your thighs clamping around the sides of his head.
Beefy!Toji who sprawls out wherever he lands and takes up the whole couch like he owns it (he does NOT pay the bills). Long legs manspread, arms folded behind his head so you can see his lats bulge.
And if you try to push your thigh against his for more leg room? He’ll just snort and push back. Quads and adductors rippling and flexing oh-so nicely.
Oh-so visibly, because this man strolls around your house in nothing but his boxers.
Beefy!Toji who runs warm. Like a living heater. You’re always half-draped over him with the heat from his muscles seeping straight into your bones. Summer nights are a battle and winter mornings are a blessing and either way, he’ll find you lounging around watching TV in his sweats.
Beefy!Toji who wears reading glasses. Brain and brawn except it’s your boyfriend poring over some kind of furniture setup manual with his brow furrowed – at which point he gives up and goes back upstairs to take a shit. The sound from his rectum reverberates through the walls. You love this man dearly.
Beefy!Toji who comes back from the gym all sweat-slick and glistening. Yeah. Yeahhhh
Beefy!Toji who’s veiny. Lines tracing prominent down his forearms and hands. They stand out when he flexes or grips something tight, and when he catches your stare, he literally starts guffawing.
He’s got a thick one trailing up the underside of his cock, too. It scrapes deliciously against your walls when he’s balls-deep inside – and he knows that. Fucks you slow just to see your eyes roll back when his tip kisses your cervix, vein rubbing deliberate against your sweet spot.
Beefy!Toji who puts you in a headlock when you’re playfighting and it’s fucking terrifying. And hot. Muscles bulging as he holds you snug, smug little smirk prominent while you complain and thrash about. He only lets go when you quiet down and tap his arm twice, heart hammering, and suddenly he’s all soft. Big hand ruffling your hair, those languid eyes searching your face. Voice low as he asks if you’re okay.
Beefy!Toji who’s disgusting. Itching one foot with the other foot and drinking milk straight from the jug and burping loud enough to rattle your windows.
He sheds.
Clothes, that is.
There’s a permanent trail of socks and compression shirts and gym shorts and sweats leading from the front door to the bedroom. All of them musky as fuck with his scent – something of sweat, and laundry detergent, and whatever protein powder he’s currently obsessed with. It’s a little comforting, actually.
Beefy!Toji who falls asleep anywhere. Couch. Floor. Half-off your bed. One leg hanging and one arm flung over his face, drooling everywhere and snoring like a chainsaw. He’ll fall asleep on top of you, too, weight pinning you down – not that you’re complaining.
Beefy!Toji who fucks you anywhere. He’s giving you backbreaking booty bouncing backshots from the kitchen counter to the living room floor. From the moment you step through the door and he pins you to the wall, to your bed at 4am on a Monday morning. He’s got you in messy missionary. A downright filthy arch on your doggystyle. Big fan of dryhumping, too.
But Beefy!Toji's favorite position, by far, is full nelson.
Beefy!Toji who likes the power trip of scooping you up with no effort at all. Thick forearms hooking under your knees and spreading you wide, hands locking behind your neck.
He gets off on the way your body folds for him – cunt glistening and clenching around nothing after he's eaten you out. Plush of your skin pooling over the hardness of his arms, head lolled back against his shoulder.
Beefy!Toji who fucks you until you're babbling, mouth slack and drooling a little while he thrusts up with those heavy, deliberate rolls – curve of his cock dragging all filthy along your front wall. Then he walks you to the bed, gravity moving your hips with the cadence of his steps.
Beefy!Toji who fingerfucks his cum back into you. Rough pad of his thumb rubbing messy circles over your puffy clit, stretching you out with three fingers and spreading just to snicker at the way you tremble.
He’s mean. Terribly so. Spitting and watching the glob slide all nastily through your folds, mixing with your slick. Before slapping your pussy and grinding down with the heel of his palm.
Beefy!Toji who loves to overstimulate you. Switches from his fingers to his tongue to his dick then back again, over and over until your nerves are raw and your body’s twitching.
And all the while, he’s keeping track of how many orgasms you’ve had.
He can’t have his girl going to sleep without hitting at least five, after all.
Beefy!Toji who’s still rock hard and leaking inside you by your fourth, length pulsing in your oversensitive walls like he’s got a personal vendetta. You’re creaming around him, body jerking forward by instinct, and his hands clamp warm on your hips. Yanking you right back.
“Nah, baby.. you can take it.”
Beefy!Toji who pulls out slow. Lets you feel every thick inch drag before turning you to your back and thrusting right back in, hips bullying up – right against your sweet spot. Your tits bounce with the force, nipples stiff and aching in the open air, and he shudders at the sight. Doesn’t even try to hide the way his grin stretches wider.
“Yeeeeeah. There we go.”
Beefy!Toji who finally stills after lord knows how long. You’re both wrecked and sticky, fifth (maybe sixth) orgasm rippling through you in pathetic little aftershocks. He stays inside for a minute, buried to the hilt, pressing kisses against your neck. Weight blanketing you down as his cock twitches lazily.
Eventually, he rolls off just enough to drag you on top of him – your cheek against his chest, one bulky arm slung across your back.
Beefy!Toji who gives you the best meat. Yum. The end.
romaincrisis
pixelskylines
titsay
dailybridgerton
kianamaiart
prguitarman
areudirty
