Can I request a Gojo x male reader that owns a cafe. Reader is having an event for his cafe where if someone gets a special item in their dessert (like idk a cherry or something) he would make them a custom dessert. Gojo, who had won the competition, requested to have Olive as his dessert. (Olive and Gojo do know each other, so it's nit like Gojo is a stranger requesting this lol. If you choose this request then thank you <3

Consider it done~ And for the sake of not naming the reader, I won't be using the name Olive but the relationship can remain.

Title: Sweet Tooth

Characters: Gojo x m!reader

Contains: heated/sensual make out

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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"Congratulations! You won a custom dessert!"

Behind shaded lenses, Gojo blinked in reaction to the announcement. "Hah?"

You handed him a specialized card in both hands, a small one made of easy to punch paper. "A custom dessert! It's an event I'm holding. People who order a specific item from the menu get a special dessert made just for them, free of charge! With limitations of course."

As a café owner, you liked to hold these little events on occasion, especially if you ended up with more ingredients than you sold. It was a convenient way to get rid of them without having to throw them away and wasting them. For Gojo to win one felt like a thrill, as he didn't often stop by as of late thanks to his teaching position. He luckily had some time during the day to come by for a sweet treat, especially since he promised he would at some point.

Taking the card, Gojo scanned the text.

You've won one (1) free custom dessert*! Present this card at purchase to redeem. *Limitations apply. Good for one item up to ¥800

His drink and to-go box were already on the counter as he gazed back at you. With not a lot of time left in his break, he gave you a charming smile, picking up his items after sliding the card in his pocket. "I'll definitely stop by before you close to redeem this, maybe get some extra things while I'm here."

You two gave each other a wave before Gojo stepped out.

---

As closing time approached, you tried keeping the oven on as long as you could, keeping all the necessary ingredients nearby for whenever Gojo entered the shop, but despite your efforts and hopeful waiting, closing hour came, and you begrudgingly turned the heat off while putting the ingredients into storage.

You were upset, yeah, but not exactly at Gojo. It wasn't the first time his job made him stay out, and it wasn't the first time he didn't show up when he said he would. You didn't want to think about all the plans that fell through on top of this, so after locking the front doors, you set yourself to nearly deep clean the café to distract yourself.

You were going to start with the back. Since that area was out of customer sight, you never really cleaned it as well as you should, but at least it was always within code. You had put your apron up on the rack when a knock rattled the backdoor in the room, nearly causing you to jump out of your skin.

You don't recall ordering any new items, as this is where deliveries would be handled commonly, but you could have simply forgotten. That being said, you opened the door, revealing a towering male with familiar white hair and cloth-shielded eyes.

"Yo, am I too late?" His voice was all too casual for his delay in presence.

Disappointment had gave way to anger, and you turned around, allowing Gojo to enter the shop, gazing around the new environment for a customer.

"You have some nerve..."

"What? I came by! I said I would!"

"You said you'd come by before closing!" Built up frustration bubbled to the surface as you started gathering your cleaning items, haphazardly pacing back and forth to grab the items that were strewn about. "Like how you said you'd come over for drinks last week, or how you wanted to catch a movie the time before that."

Gojo let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I know I messed up. Things have been...crazy with the school for awhile."

"Then you should just focus on that instead of giving me hope." Water splashed from the soap filled bucket you made while talking, having slammed a rag in it after. There was an unsettling silence before Gojo spoke.

"But I'm here, right? After closing, sure. But I'm not bailing completely." He revealed the card from his pocket, still in decent condition despite the activity he typically does. "I still wanna cash in, if that's okay."

You stalled your movements, glancing at him with the revealed card before your gaze went back to the bucket, letting out a sigh.

"I...Yeah." There wasn't any point in being angry right now. You had to admit it was nice of him to come back when he said he would despite being late. He could have bailed out or gotten caught up with work like he usually did but he actually came back this time. "I'm sorry. I'm...really sorry." You straightened up, taking a nice deep breath to ground yourself for the moment. "I haven't started cleaning yet, so what would you like? I can get the stuff back out, but remember it's a ¥800 limit."

"If it's custom, what determines the price?" As Gojo spoke, he stepped over to you, rereading the text to make sure he read it all correctly.

You replied while tying your apron back on. "Size, mainly. You can take a menu item and change it how you want, and I can let you know if that will be within your range."

"Can I go off menu?"

"Well...I don't see why not, but you'd really have to know what you'd--" Your words cut off once you turned back around to face Gojo after your apron was on. He was so close to you, you could almost feel the heat radiating off of him, which contradicted the chilling feeling from the icy blue stare that now graced you. "--w-want."

"So as long as I really know what I want, I can have it, yeah?" His voice dropped to a husky tone as he leaned close, your back starting to press into the wall.

"S-Satoru--"

"Well, can I redeem the cute shop owner~?"

When his cold hand touched your heated cheek, your heart picked up in pace. It pounded in your ears, nearly drowning out all sound. You had no idea Gojo felt this way, but maybe you were just oblivious to past actions.

"I-I...um...I-I'm not exactly a dessert..."

"Are you sure? Because my sweet tooth kicks in whenever I see you~ Maybe I could have a sample first?"

Before you could respond, Gojo's lips found yours, and he was quick to help himself past them, humming from the sweet taste that coated your mouth from sampling your creations throughout the day. Soft groans left the two of you, and you found yourself gripping at Gojo's uniform sleeves, not in protest, but to keep your mind steady. Luckily for your sake, he didn't keep the kiss long, pulling away once notice you were shaking to get air. As you panted lightly, he gave you a playful smirk, licking his lips with a satisfied hum.

"Well after a sample like that, how could I not have more~?"

You didn't need to wait for him to make a move. This time, you urged in, connecting your lips once more with his. His body pressed flush against you, the silence in the air replaced with sensually charged sounds. You gripped at his clothes as his hands raked through your hair, tongues dancing with one another as you held each other close. You were emotionally charged; anger, desire, and excitement all mixing within yourself like a lumpy batter. You didn't exactly know what to feel with him, but desire seemed to be the strongest ingredient.

This sudden makeout seemed to last awhile to you, feeling like tens of minutes went by before you two finally disconnected, gazing into each other's glazed eyes while your chests heaved for air.

"M-My house later," you breathed. "Y-You better not be late this time."

"Trust me," Gojo exhaled in response. "I wouldn't miss that for anything...~"

YOUR LIPS LOOK LONELY, I CAN FIX THAT

୨୧ featuring: shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, itoshi sae, noel noa, michael kaiser x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, face sitting, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, spanking, degradation kink, dacryphilia, pet names

୨୧ synopsis: you take your rightful seat on their face and let them ruin your cunt

ଘ wc: 2.1k

ʚ SHIDOU RYUSEI ɞ

Everything was plain and simple with him. He wants it, he got it. No matter what you said, all your words fell into a brick wall. In the end, he would get his way with you, having you do exactly as he wanted you to. There was something in him, something in that horny demon, that made all your hesitations vanish into thin air. Just like right now that you were on your knees on top of the couch with Shidou making a feast out of your soaked cunt. His tongue drove you crazy, reaching deep inside you, making your thighs tremble and almost crush his skull. Even if you ended up smashing his head, he wouldn’t give two flying fucks about it. 

He was brutal, violent and aggressive, fucking your cunt with his tongue like a beast. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, pinching and slapping them every once in a while. Your sweet whiny moans turned him on, making him obsessed with the electricity that ran through his entire body. “S-Shidou… Slow down… Please…” you begged, only for him to outrageously condemn your pleas. His biting your inner thigh caused you to whine from the slight stinging pain. 

“Stay put and let me do my work, slut,” he cursed. He launched attack after attack on your assaulted cunt, having you cum on his face a couple times. Yet his sexual desires were still far from being quenched. And even after all that, you were still pathetically begging him to show you some mercy, cheeks stained from tears and ruined mascara. Shidou found that amusing, your pleas only driving him into ravaging your cunt more. Your thighs were filled with his marks; bruises, bites, scratches. 

It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help it. You were just too good a temptation for him, forcing him to sin for a taste of your sweet nectar. He didn’t hate it, he could never hate it. He sadistically kept pushing you to your limits. Every time you claimed you couldn’t continue, he proved you wrong. You might have been cursing him, but you secretly loved it. And he knew it. 

ʚ OLIVER AIKU ɞ

You tried to remember how you got yourself in this situation. One moment you’re being an insufferable brat, demanding his attention at all costs. You kept pestering him, when he had clearly told you that he wasn’t done with his daily exercise routine. And the next moment Oliver has you sitting on his face, giving in to your pleads. “This is your punishment for acting all bratty,” he explained, running a long lick on your folds, before taking his time abusing your clit. You tried to stop him, but soon enough he had you a babbling little mess, moaning his name in-between incoherent words. His tongue leisurely explored your inner world, penetrating your cunt and sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body. 

Your hands gripped tightly onto each side of the training bench, your legs almost giving in to the pleasure Oliver was mercilessly showering you with. His bulky arms were supporting your legs, keeping them in place to give him the best view on the house. He would retreat for mere seconds, just enough to take a deep breath, before throwing himself back to your drenched folds. You were lost, the only thing on your mind was his sinister tongue driving you past the edge of insanity. “I-It-It’s too much… T-Too much…” you cried, your breath hitching on your throat. “I-I… I-I cannot—”

The only thing making your situation a living hell was Oliver denying you over and over again. When he had first mentioned that this was a sort of punishment, you weren’t sure what he meant exactly. You enjoyed it, which you shouldn’t. He could feel you were close, thus picked up his pace. And then, nothing. He backed away, panting hard with a devilish smirk on his lips. You had lost count of how long this was going on, how many orgasms you had been denied. “Don’t lie to me, baby.” He kissed your abused cunt. “I know you can hold on a little longer. Pretty please~”

He was riling you up again, soaking his lips in your sweet liquor that made him drunk. He was savouring every little jolt of your body whenever his tongue penetrated your hole, every honeyed moan and every grumpy whine that escaped your lips. “Oli… Ver… Please… I want to… Cum…” you begged. You sounded desperate and you were. Just the thought of him edging you to your orgasm only to sadistically leave you needy for release tormented your being. Your body wasn’t going to last any longer of his cruelty. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, finally feeling your orgasm hitting you. Oliver ate you out through all of it, not letting a single drop of your slick go to waste. 

ʚ ITOSHI SAE ɞ

He might have been the one to ask you to sit on his face, but he was surprised when you agreed. Despite the blunt expression on his face, you knew he was secretly happy you had obliged to his request. And oh you were so glad you had agreed. Holding onto the headboard tightly, you let him do whatever he pleased. His arms were resting on your waist, occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass. But the thing that had your legs trembling on each side of his head was that wicked tongue of his which was swimming freely in your wetness. 

Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back your moans. Not when he was licking long, flat stripes one after the other on your cunt. Not when he was using his tongue to play with your clit as he deemed fit. And definitely not when he was moaning in your cunt, making your whole body electrify by the sensation. Sae wasn’t rushing and that irritated you. You wanted to move your hips faster, yet his arms were bruisingly holding you in place. The only thing you could do now was hang on tight and await for the play he had made to unravel. 

You screamed when his tongue caught you off guard and penetrated your velvety walls. His arms rocked your body on his lips, throwing you on a loop of endless pleasure. He moaned at the way you creamed on his tongue, his ears blessed by your melodic lust laced voice. Your nails were dug into the headboard and you wouldn’t let go, afraid that your body might collapse from the pure blissfulness of your lightheadedness. “Fuck… I-I’m close…” you moaned breathlessly. 

His hands cupped your ass cheeks, spreading them, giving him even better access to send you to cloud nine. You were lost in a trance, your body trembling from him making you cum. He guided your hips, helping you ride his face through your orgasm. You were crying and moaning his name, experiencing a high like never before. You grabbed a handful of his hair and made him look at you. He seemed pleased by your tear stained cheeks, heavy breathing and long lost voice. “Don’t even dream of moving away. I’m not done.” 

ʚ NOEL NOA ɞ

You hadn’t quite understood what he meant when he told you that a snack would help his mind relax from the hectic amount of logical thoughts. So, when he expressed his desire to eat you out, you blankly stared at him, but complied nevertheless. Sitting on the edge of his bed, slightly holding your lower body up by supporting yourself with your arms firmly on it, he sat down in-between your legs. The moment his lips kissed your cunt, followed by a long, fat stride, you hollered. 

Every move of his tongue was precise and delivered with utmost accuracy in order to satisfy your needs. You whimpered, your drenched cunt being penetrated by his tongue. His big hands were roaming from your thighs to your waist, lifting your shirt along the way, tickling your tummy. Even so, your mind could only focus on how he ate you out, making you a soaking wet whimpering mess. “Noa… Noa…” He made you more and more needy and that pleased him. Your whimpers urged him to continue, sucking now on your clit, lollying it, throwing you in lustful waves of pleasure. 

His hands left bruises on your waist, as he attempted to keep you in place. He grazed your thighs, sending shivers throughout your body. Your breathing was erratic and hectic, trying to keep up with his tongue running rampant in Noa’s home turf. There was no field the best striker in the world couldn’t conquer. And he never failed to prove himself true to his title. Even when he was eating you out. “I-I’m… Cum-Cumming…” your voice shook, as he hungrily tasted your juices, savouring every last bit of it. 

You were breathing hard, chest panting up and down, as you tried to ground yourself back to earth. Noa was drawing soothing circles on your thighs, taking this chance to catch his long lost breath as well. He nuzzled his nose on your inner thigh, smirking at your little jolt of surprise. Your hand reached out and your fingers ran through his short white hair, making him hum delighted at your soft touch. Kissing your inner thigh, his eyes looked up at you. “I’m still hungry.” 

ʚ MICHAEL KAISER ɞ

He ordered you to sit on his face and who were you to deny his, the emperor’s, command? Sitting on your knees on the couch, you held tightly onto the backrest, while the emperor took his sweet time savouring your delectable cunt as if it were some sort of exotic dish. His tongue would thrust into your hole forcefully when you least expected it, making you whimper, curving a smirk in his lips. His nose teasingly nuzzled against your clit, arousing you more and more, making your little cunt more sensitive to his assaults. His hands were holding onto your thighs, holding them still or guiding them to ride his face. And oh his occasional muffled moans were more than enough to make you cum on their own. 

Kaiser would send you to your climax and eat you out throughout it. He would then leave kisses and bites on your inner thighs, as you enjoyed the luxury of a small moment of respite, before he was at it again. And whenever you dared raise an objection to his actions, he would slap your ass with his left hand, the thorny briars of his tattoo sinking into your skin with the stinging pain of the red hand print on your ass cheek. “Know your place,” he spat. “Shut up and take what I give you, whore.” He slapped your ass again. His tongue took you to the heavens only for his sadistic side to bring you down to the deepest parts of hell, as he kept giving you one orgasm after another.  

You were a mumbling mess, meowling incoherent nonsense along with his name. Oh how pleased he was to listen to you begging him to stop, only to make you miserably cry in the end. Your legs were trembling and you could barely feel them from all your orgasms. Your little cunt was pulsating, abused and at the mercy of his tongue. You creamed more with each long stride he licked on your soft folds. You moaned with his aggressive sucking on your clit. And you screamed with the brutal thrusts of his tongue. You were holding tightly for dear life, but you could be knocked out from excessive pleasure any moment now. 

“Kaiser… Please… I-I can’t…” you half-cried, half-moan your plea. He didn’t spare a single glance at you, too busy to hear your whimpery call for him. He forced the air to leave your lungs, making you gasp at the lack of it, your chest frantically moving up and down in an attempt to get the much needed oxygen. Your whole body quivered, as he showered you with lustful ecstasy. His hands cradled your hips as he had you ride his lips through your orgasm, moaning his name. Kaiser peppered your thighs with soft kisses, but you were too numb to feel it, too dumbfucked to notice it. 

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Hello!! How are you?

If it's okay, may I request Kaiser, Bachira, Rin and Sae when they find the reader wearing their clothes? Could be fluff, suggestive or smut!

When They Find You Wearing Their Clothes

Itoshi Rin and Michael Kaiser x reader

genre: fluff, 3528 characters

How they react when they see you wearing their clothes

Rin Itoshi

It was already late, you were on both you and your boyfriend, Itoshi Rin's shared bed. You were anticipating his return from practice. You were frightened by the cold and utter silence, therefore you truly needed a companion. You went to your boyfriend's wardrobe to get rid of the worried feeling and dug through all the things until you located his sweatshirt, which was marked with his jersey number.

You smile with glee as you grab it out, your fright slowly drained out of you. The shirt in your hand was already used, so His fragrance was still there. It reminded you of him right next to you. It washed your desolation sway. You hopped into your bed with his jersey, You wore it happily.

Rin smelled like the new perfume that just came out of that one expensive brand, this smell was brimming around the fringes of this hoodie, It was as if he was here in person.

Your fear slowly dissipates, Turning Miniscule as it gets replaced by Joy. You tugged your pillow. Enervated, you close your eyes as you succumb to deep sleep, The cold air swayed and Danced around the room, making your rest comfortable, and easier to sleep.

Even though you couldn't be faulted for falling asleep— it was late at night— you genuinely wished to greet Rin once he returned. The exhausted you nodded off. And someone returned a short while after you did.

Without detecting your presence he entered the house and assumed you have fallen asleep. He quickly showered and dressed into his comfortable sleeping attire before entering your shared room. He opened the door and there he noticed you on the bed. Wearing his worn-out hoodie, you were dozing off while tugging at your pillow.

He entered the bed and sat quietly there, gazing at you as his mind raced with images. He cannot deny that you looked extremely gorgeous in his clothes. As he slowly reddened. In an effort to avoid waking you up, he crept up to give you a delicate kiss. He drew next to you and grinned. Oh how you wished to witness that scene, however you were fast asleep.

Michael Kaiser

You were supporting your boyfriend, the sole and only Michael Kaiser, on one of his crucial game days. You are wearing his oversized jersey, which he had recently worn and wasn't something you purchased from a store, cause it was solely his. You were gazing at your boyfriend, and him only, in hopes of him noticing you cheering for him. it appeared like either he was preoccupied with the game, or that there were simply too many people for him to notice you. you were thrilled whenever he scored and you're always so sure to congratulate him the first second you get close to him.

Your partner was ablaze. There were three minutes left, the score was tied, and your boyfriend needed one last score to win. You hoped that the team on your boyfriend's side would succeed because he did such a great job. Nevertheless, you have been extremely proud of him even if he did fell short. You were very happy for him during the match. But deep down, you desired he would pay attention to you.

He adjusted his head to look around before turning to gaze at your section, the one where you were sitting, as he was looking for someone in the crowd who might be you, and it was. You made every effort to catch his attention He noticed you wearing his oversized jersey. He thought you were absolutely adorable. He winked at you while grinning looking absolutely stunning. He couldn't wait to take the last score and win the game so he can kiss you. And after he kisses you, you shower him with compliments, it always makes his ego boost.

The stadium was packed with spectators cheering, chanting, and making other noises as he scored the winning goal. But after he scored, all your boyfriend could think about was you. He grew impatient and wished you were already there.

He ran directly to you and carried you in his arms before kissing you after conducting a few interviews and doing other things he would typically do after winning a match. You guys didn't even realize the cameras were pointed at you. Kaiser put you down after giving you a warm kiss, but he was still giving you a tight hold. You praised him heartily and gave him your congratulations. I suppose everything occurred as he had anticipated ;)

your relationship with bllk men as mitski songs

(kaiser, sae, oliver)

my posting has been very slow recently so to celebrate mitskis new album (and to feed into my eternal obsession for her music and lyricism by combining it with another thing im way too obsessed with), i dug up this old ass draft and finished it instead of giving y’all an actual fic

tags: gn!reader, angst(it’s mitski duh), yeah basically no fluff/comfort in here, suggestive-ish in the oliver one, me being a dork and combining two big interests of mine

michael kaiser - i don’t smoke

So if you need to be mean Be mean to me I can take it and put it inside of me If your hands need to break More than trinkets in your room You can lean on my arm As you break my heart

his career can be a lot on his shoulders at times even with the cocky and arrogant facade he puts on for the performance of each match he plays. he has a tendency to keep it all in to bask in the glory of his luxurious life.

you understand. you know he’s currently too prideful to deal with his true feelings, especially all on his own. you just want to be there to know he isn’t alone and that he can be open with you. so you sit there, giving him a listening ear as he lashes out and releases every awful word in the book towards you when everything finally becomes too much for him to bear. you wouldn’t want him to have a very public meltdown when it happens so it’s better this way. you have remind yourself to take none of it to heart because he doesn’t mean those all harsh words. he just needed an outlet for those frustrations.

you also don’t want the weight and significance of his career to separate you two. you’re already so damn lucky to be with someone like him. you want to prove that you can handle it. you know you can. you’re sure you can help him figure this all out somehow. love just takes compassion and patience, that’s all it is. just taking it one step at a time.

it’s just compassion and patience. right?

Just don't leave me alone Wondering where you are I am stronger than you give me credit for

sae itoshi - i want you

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over and I love you darlin' And I am done, dear

he swears he will make time for you someday. sure those words have been promised over and over again like a broken record but he truly does love you. however you’re starting to wonder if mutual love is truly enough to keep you two going.

the truth is his life is currently too big and important for him to take any focus away from it. the last thing he needs is a distraction. all of which he has very clear multiple times, even along with his contrastingly hopeful promises. though his tone is quite neutral, never letting his emotions seep through as if he’s programmed to do so. meanwhile you have to desperately hold yours back to not seem like an idiot.

it’s never been easy to express how you feel in front of him. you desperately wish you could but the inconsistency of your relationship that’s barely holding up renders it pointless. this over and over/back and forth thing that’s going on between you two is exhausting. it only leaves you lost and confused. you begin to wonder if staying is even worth it at all. even with the speck of hope that it could eventually work out. even if you love him.

You're in the house And I am here in the car I just need a quiet place Where I can scream how I love you

oliver aiku - eric

You like control, well, I do too Take off my clothes and watch me move You can come closer, I'll let you hurt me how you choose

you deeply crave a loving and fulfilling connection with another but unfortunately the other you desire is him. a guy who’s born to be a player and only wants to fool around with multiple people.

you know getting attached would only cause you so much unnecessary pain but your naive heart couldn’t resist him. you know that he doesn’t see you for more than what you give him at night but you were still a fool to fall for him.

enough of a fool to fall for him knowing he’s not ready to settle for one person. you could see it from how you would lovingly gaze at him while he leers at someone else behind you. you would still give yourself up to him if you could, offering anything he wanted out of you.

despite better judgment, you stay with a pained and aching heart. constantly yearning for more.

But how long, how long can we play this way? I'm tired, I'm tired of not loving you My heart, my heart wants to hold you But I know, I know, I know the rules

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Punch-Out!! Pet Headcanons :]

I thought it'd be nice to get more info out there from the massive 12,000 word document I have for Punch-Out stuff. So, here's what the boys pets are (excluding Don and Hippo who, as of now, don't have any)! Silly disclaimer that some of this information has been put on some individual headcanon posts, so if you think you've seen it before, you probably have! Still nice to compile it all together. Now enough yapping..

Joe would love a cat, but he's allergic so he can't get one. He might cave eventually and just power through it. He does consider Kaiser's pet to be his own, but he's allergic to them so isn't a fan of handing out belly scratches or pats.

Kaiser has a schnauzer called Stahl who rocks a mustache just like him! They get along incredibly well, matching from the military force in their steps when they go on walks, or the muddy green colour decorating their overalls and leashes respectively. An inseperable pair.

Disco has a budgie called Bingo and a parrot called Donna (an odd name, but he insisted on naming it after Donna Summer). He's always been a fan of birds and loves teaching them to talk so he can someday create his own bird choir (where he is the main vocalist).. so far, results are less than desireable. But he still lives his birdy babies.

Hondo has an absolutely ferocious Scottish fold called Tofu, who Hugger named. She will bite, claw, scratch, and hiss at anything that moves, and often times she's been compared to Aran in nature which Hondo sadly agrees with. Deep down she truly does love Hondo, she just has a very violent love language.

Hugger, as anybody would think, has an ungodly amount of animals in his house. A maine coon called Bobby, Murphy the squirrel (who Hondo named), Maple the bear, two horses called Dusty and Valley, a flock of birds that constantly hang around in his garden, a fox called Muse that stops by occasionally, a landseer dog called Beethoven (he couldn't get his hands on a St. Bernard, so he improvised), and a terrier called Husk. 

Tiger has his white tiger, Gahana. She's a gorgeous creature and has the exact same smug nature as her owner. Often time she's kept in India since owning a tiger isn't very common in the states, but whenever Tiger fancies a visit he can easily go over to her or bring her to him.

Aran has a surprising amount of pets. Two weasels called Tom and Jerry (reference intended), a cat called Lucky, and a few lizards named Burren, Porter, Druid and Mulligan (all names of Irish pubs that Aran has definitely been to). His house smells like animal pee and he does not care how much you complain about it.

Soda has two huskies, Sila and Vlast, alongside a miniature pinscher called Sergey who he rescued from the streets. Sila and Vlast are powerful, boastful dogs who love to show off a little, whilst Sergey is more humble but does enjoy playing copycat with his siblings.

Bull doesn't have any personal pets, but has plenty of farm animals (and several bulls) back in Turkey that he gets along well with. Suppose they bring him comfort.

Macho has his three dobermanns, Duke, Cooper and Ace. They are spoilt to death and whenever he has the opportunity he WILL bring them up, so chances are if you know Macho you know the doberbros just as well.

Sandman isn't a big animal fan, but has a guinea pig called Drowsy who loves to cuddle (and sleep). She often loves to snuggle in bed and keep the big man calm when he needs it. She's a suberb emotional support animal.

Hello I was wondering if you could do punch out headcanons with the S/O finding out their pregnant/their reactions to the tyke when he/she is born

Please and thank you!

I’m just gonna do the punch out wii guys for this but if you request it again for the super punch out guys I’ll happily do it for them then, if that’s ok.

Doc: This man was ecstatic when you gave him the news that you were pregnant, honestly you couldn’t go anywhere without this man letting people that you were expecting. Would definitely give you his back up chocolate bar if you were ever hungry, and only occasionally asks Mac to do a food run for your cravings if he’s busy with other preparations for your kid.

Once your kid has finally been popped out don’t be surprised if he brings them along to Mac’s training and matches. He wants to spend as much time with both of his kids as he can.

Glass Joe: This man definitely cried and just held you once you told him you were expecting. Joe doesn’t want you to lift a finger in your house while you’re pregnant as he can do everything for you ,because he is your big strong man. Will definitely ask Kaiser to come round to help make things for the baby room as Joe wants to surprise you with it.

Once you have your kid Joe will be essentially wrapped around their tiny finger, as he will buy them whatever their tiny hearts desire. But there still will be the occasion when he will put his foot down, it mainly revolves around his kid’s dating life as he doesn’t want to have their heart broken.

Von Kaiser: It was definitely a shock to him when you told him you were pregnant but he was definitely happy about it. Much like Joe he doesn’t want you to be lifting a finger when sorting out preparations for the baby as he wants to make sure everything is perfect. Has a lot of sleepless nights over thinking he might not be a good dad, vents to Joe about it a lot.

Very much the strict parent to your kid but won’t stop them from having fun with their friends unless it gets dangerous. Just wants the best for your child and if they want to take up boxing he will happily teach them all his moves.

Disco Kid: Once you told he immediately notified all of the minor circuit as well as all of your friends and family, he’s just so excited. Will go all out in the preparations for your kid, might even ask his mom for any advice that helped her out during her pregnancy. Goes to all the parenting classes that are available where you both live.

Definitely the fun dad when you’re kid is growing up and definitely helped his kid choose their musical identity thanks to all the styles he played for them when growing up. Probably the most supportive dad when it comes to all the hobbies and interests his kid has no matter what it is.

King Hippo: A massive feast will be prepared at once as this is a joyous occasion for him and his people. You will be waited on hand and foot as well as told how great it is that the Hippo line will be able to live on.

Once out in the world you’re child will never have to question if they are loved or not. Lots of naps for all three of you using Hippo’s stomach as a pillow.

Piston Hondo: Another crier when you tell them and he may even hold tightly until he can get a better grasp on his emotions. Will pull back on his training for a bit until you’re child is born as he wants to be there for every moment of the pregnancy. Will only really tell his and your families of the upcoming pregnancy and is quite tight lipped about it with the other boxers.

Hondo occasionally involves your kid in his training sessions mainly using them as an extra weight that he has strapped to his back. Definitely reads manga to your kid as bedtime stories mostly stuff like sailor moon, chi’s sweet adventures and nichijou.

Bear Hugger: Will pick you up and dance around with in his arms the moment you finish telling him, he’s just so overjoyed with the news. He doesn’t really want you to lift a finger when it comes to getting things ready for the baby but if you really push him, he’ll let you go do what think needs to be done unless it’s heavy lifting then sorry sweetheart that’s his job. Told Miss Bear and the Squirrel immediately about your pregnancy so should a jerk be messing with you at this time then just know a very angry bear will scare them off in minutes.

Almost never puts your kiddo down but does so whenever he’s training or cutting down trees. Will attempt to teach his kid hockey no matter what as it is the national sport.

Great Tiger: He’s so overjoyed with the news and immediately calls the rest of his family (but mainly his mother) to let them know of the great news. There is need for you sort out any of the preparations as he can just use his clones to sort out everything.

When you’re kid came out into the world Tiger will be wanting to teach them the mystic arts almost immediately but is willing to wait until they reach the age of 9 or 10. He is overall very doting to your child.

Don Flamenco: This man is in shock when you first tell him and he will ask you to repeat yourself a few times before it fully sets in. Not to say that he isn’t happy about it he’s underprepared for it.

As soon as the baby has arrived except him to send so many baby photos to his best girl-friend (and the baby’s god mother )Carmen. He one hundred percent gives his kid all of his tips and moves when it comes to the world of romance as his kid will be quite the heartbreaker.

Aran Ryan: Aran at first thought that you were joking but very quickly realised that you weren’t and much like Bear Hugger he picks you up and swings you around the room. You get a lot of support from his family as soon as he tells them which would be around the end of the first trimester, because he honestly just forgot to tell them and just assumed he had told them when he made a casual comment on it during a call with his mum.

Will literally shove your kid in the boxers faces as soon as he possibly can especially Don’s as Aran reckons that even though his kid is an infant it could probably still kick Don’s ass.

Soda Popinski: It is a joyous day in the Popinski household when you tell him you’re pregnant with his kid, many drinks will be consumed that night as well as many happy tears will be shared. He will hand craft his kids cot/bed much like his own father did when Soda was just little.

Once the kid is in his arms the fact that he is a father now will hit Soda like a truck and cause him to cry, which in turn makes the baby cry in response. Locks away his many crates of special boxing soda from his kid as he doesn’t want to find out what would happen if you found out he let your child have some, maybe when they are older he’ll let them have a try.

Bald Bull: He is joyful at the moment you give him the news of your pregnancy but he worries about the paparazzi finding out as he wants his kid to grow up in some form of relevant peace. Only tells a few trustworthy people about what lies in store for you and him in the not so distant future, as well as attempting to at least work on his anger issues.

As soon as the kid is born Bull takes some time off from boxing a temporary absence as he doesn’t want to miss any of your baby’s firsts. As soon as the kid is old enough Bull teaches them the complete in’s and out’s of life on the ranch, doesn’t matter what gender they are, life is tough and Bull will make his child even tougher.

Super Macho Man: The tabloids knew about your pregnancy almost one hour after you told Macho, in his defence the people had to know that in almost a year’s time not only would he be a type of silver fox but a dilf as well. Only buys the most top quality of items for your baby as well as yourself coz when isn’t this man not spoiling you.

As soon as you’re kid is at the cute baby stage and not the wrinkly potato stage Macho is creating a social media page for your kid because to him it’s never to early to start that social media grind. Definitely had a few issues at the start of your kids life about if he would ever be a good dad or not.

Mr Sandman: When you told him you were expecting he just gently pulled you into his arms and told you how excited he was but also how this would be the first time he is actually scared of something. Cut’s only back slightly on training when it gets closer and closer to your due date as he will not miss your child’s birth for anything.

As soon as your kid starts school Sandman will immediately be joining that school’s PTA and is the most effective when it comes to making good changes for the school as a lot of the mom’s have a major crush on him. Is super supportive of child and what they want to do with their life and will do his best to read up on his kids interests so he and your child have something to really bond over.

The Life of The Prophet Muhammad(pbuh): The Treaty of Hudaybiyah and Calling the Great States of the World to Islam

The Battle of Muta

(8th year of the Migration, the month of Jumadal-Ula  / AD 629)

The Prophet sent letters and envoys not only to the rulers of the big states and invited them to Islam but also to the tribes and nations that were subject to them. He sent Harith b. Umayr al-Az­di with a letter to the governor of Busra (now Hawran). Busra was a principality. Its governor and people were Arabs but they were Christians and they were subject to the Byzantine state in terms of foreign policy.

When Harith, the envoy of the Prophet arrived at Muta, one of the villages of Balqa’, a town of Damascus, he was taken to the presence Shurahbil b. Amru’l-Ghassani, the governor of Damascus of the Byzantine Kaiser. When Shurahbil heard that Harith was the envoy of the Prophet, he killed Harith brutally.

When the Messenger of God heard that his envoy had been killed, he became very grieved. The Companions felt grieved, too. No envoy of the Prophet had been killed up to that time.[2]Harith was the first and last envoy of the Messenger of God that had been killed. Therefore, this brutal murder was very important. It was an ugly act that hurt and offended the Messenger of God and the Muslims. With this despicable act, Shurahbil showed his hatred and enmity against Islam and violated the basic international principle, “Do not kill the envoy.”

After evaluating the incident, the Messenger of God formed an army. He appointed Zayd b. Haritha, his freed slave, to command the army that consisted of three thousand mujahids.

After the Messenger of God stated that he appointed Zayd b. Haritha as the commander, he said, “If Zayd is martyred, let Jafar b. Abu Talib replace him. If Jafar is martyred, let Muslims choose an appropriate person as their commander”

Sagacious Muslims realized the subtle meaning in the Prophet’s sentences. They said by crying, “O Messenger of God! We wish they would stay alive and we would benefit from them.” The Messenger of God kept silent.

What about those who would be the commanders? They knew that they would be martyred due to the words of the Messenger of God, but they did not hesitate at all to go there and they obeyed the order of the Prophet willingly. Yes, they went to death consciously. However, this death would be different from normal deaths; and it would take them to the highest rank of life: martyrdom. The only desire they had in their hearts was to elevate the word of God; the only desire in their spirits was martyrdom. That was what made them go on the expedition enthusiastically.  

The Islamic Army is Seen off Madinah

The Islamic army of three thousand people was in a single body and waiting for the command to proceed. Meanwhile, the Prophet gave Zayd a white standard and said to him, “Go up to the place where Haris b. Umayr was killed. Ask them to become Muslims. If they agree, it is all right but if they do not agree, fight them relying on the help of God.”

It is possible to understand only from this advice of the Prophet that the Islamic army set off with the lofty intention of asking them to be Muslims, free from the feeling of revenge.

Many Muslims went to the Hill of Wada together with the Messenger of God to see the mujahids off. The Messenger of God stopped there and said to the mujahids, “I advise you to fulfill the orders of God, to keep away from His prohibitions, to treat people who are with you well and do them favors. Fight in the way of God with His name. Do not misuse booty! Do not break your promises! Do not kill little children! Do not kill women and old men! Do not cut down or burn trees! Do not demolish houses!  You will find some Christians who have retired into seclusion in churches and worshipping there. Do not touch them!” After that, he said to Zayd b. Haritha:

“When you confront the enemy, offer them to accept one of the following three things. If they accept one of them, do not touch them.

Invite them to migrate to Madinah, which is the land of immigrants. If they accept it, tell them that they will have the rights that muhajirs have and that they will be obliged to do what muhajiras are obliged to do.

If they become Muslims and want to live in their own land, tell them that they will be like Bedouin Arab Muslims and they will have the same rights and obligations as Bedouin Arab Muslims, that they will not be given anything from the booty and that only those who take part in the war together with the Muslims will be given their share of the booty.

If they do not want to be Muslims, tell them to pay jizya (tax paid by Christians and Jews). If they accept to pay it, do not touch them. If they do not accept to pay jizya, fight them by relying on the help of God.

If the people of the castle or the town you have besieged ask you to accept their surrender based on the judgment of God, do not accept their surrender based on the judgment of God but based on your judgment. You cannot know what God has judged for them and you might not make the same judgment.

If the people of the castle or the town you have besieged ask you to give them the guarantee of security of God and His messenger, do not give them the guarantee of security of God and His messenger but your and your friends’ guarantee of security. If you break your promise of security, it is less evil for you than breaking the promise of God and His messenger.”

After giving them the orders and advice below, the Messenger of God said good-bye to the mujahids. The Muslims who were there to see them off said, “May God protect you all kinds of danger and bring you back safe and sound.”

Abdullah b. Rawaha greeted the Messenger of God, who was returning to Madinah, by saying,  “Peace be upon the person whom I said goodbye to in the data grove behind, the best person who sees people off and the best friend!”

The Islamic army was seen off among tears coming from the hearts. The white standard given to them by the Messenger of God was waving above them magnificently. Their hearts were pounding excited by the words and the spirit of the Messenger of God. Where were those mujahids, who were travelling into the vast center of the desert going? Seemingly, they were going to the principality of Shurahbil b. Amr near the border of Syria in order to call him to account. In fact, they were not. They were going there to call the arrogant army of the giant Byzantine Empire.

Shurahbil Makes Preparations

The mujahids, whose hearts were full of excitement and enthusiasm for jihad, were proceeding on their horses and camels by trying to pass through the desert.

Meanwhile, Shurahbil heard that the Islamic army had set off from Madinah.

Shurahbil started to make preparations at once. He informed Heraklius, the Kaiser, about the situation and asked for help. Meanwhile, he sent a military unit as an advanced guard under the command of his brother against the Islamic army, which had stopped at Wadil-Qura. The mujahids defeated them and killed Sadus, the commander of the unit. This defeat intimidated Shurahbil.

After getting rid of the first attack, the Islamic army left Wadil-Qura and went to Maan, near Damascus. When they arrived at Maan, they were startled by the news they heard: “Heraklius, the Byzantine Emperor, was coming toward the south with one hundred thousand soldiers. His army was equipped with very good weapons.”

What they heard was not a lie. Hazrat Zayd wanted to hear the view of the mujahids. Most of them had the following view:

“Let us write the Messenger of God (pbuh) about the number of the soldiers of the enemy and ask him to send us soldiers or to tell us what he wants us to do.”

There was someone among them who had not spoken but kept silent. Now it was time for him to speak. He was Abdullah b. Rawaha, the great poet and unique hero. He gave Zayd a heroic answer by saying, “By God, what you do not want now is martyrdom, which we desired and set off for. We fight the enemy not because we have more horses or soldiers than them but thanks to the power given to us by our religion, with which God honored us. We should go and fight them. We will have either of the two good things: martyrdom or victory!”

The mujahids listened to those sincere words as if they were not coming from Abdullah b. Rawaha but from another realm. Their hearts, which were hot with the love of belief and jihad were inflamed luminously by those words. They said, “By God, Rawaha is right” and started to proceed toward the enemy with courage.

If it's okay with you can you continue the series where Gojo was giver the reader "lessons." I love that series so much, you did an amazing job writing it😭 I would love to see more parts of that series.

I'm so glad you're enjoying them! However I believe I may be running out of ideas for lessons, so I may have to call this one the last part of the series. But you are still more than welcome to request anything else, my friend.

Title: A Hands on Lesson: Lesson 3 (A continuation from Lesson Two)

Characters: Gojo x m!reader

Contains: light BDSM, blindfolding, fingering, praise/degradation, pet names(love), orgasm control/denial

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

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"Alright, are you all situated?" Satoru's voice after moments of silence settled your nerves, your position, however, not helping.

Your head rested on a couple soft pillows, eyes once again shielded with Satoru's signature eyecloth(you both had agreed it was a thrilling addition to the sessions), and arms gently tied behind you as your lower half was propped on a support foam pillow to help keep you up without getting tired. The perfect doggy style position for a novice like you, posed in a way where Satoru could properly teach you.

Speaking of...

"I-I'm alright. But...uh...w-what's...the lesson this time?"

Satoru's fingers gently brushed up your bare leg, the limb flinching from the touch. They glided up from the spot, leaving your skin already aching for more of his touch.

"Let's see..." The way Satoru spoke was like he was counting on his fingers. "You handled receving and giving a handjob, excelled in giving a blowjob...now..." Pausing, it felt like his presence was gone, but he simply positioned himself by your exposed ear, causing you to gasp softly from the change of position. "Now...The lesson is taking me, and controlling yourself...~"

As he initially listed the tasks you had done, your face grew redder with every one, embarrased by the words alone, but you didn't dare speak against him, unsure of when the game has started. Between sessions, he had teased before how he wouldn't tell you when he'd start, but you would know, so he insisted you keep on your best behavior. He also reminded you that the safeword would always apply, no matter whether or not he was in his role or not.

As you were in your thoughts, something cold pressed against your awaiting hole. One of Satoru's fingers, coated with lube, was prodding at the tight rings, as if urging you to open.

"Now just relax, alright? Otherwise the rest of this will hurt."

Putting all trust into him, you did as he suggested, your body relaxing against the soft pillows below you. Thanks to that, paired with the lube, Satoru was able to slip the one finger inside, causing you to tense once again before returning to your relaxed position.

"Good boy~ I promise this will make everything feel much better..."

His movements were slow and careful, easing himself in and out of you. The sensation was strange but not unwelcome. On occasion, you let out an audible breath, especially as Satoru hit a deep spot inside, and with every little sound you made, he would praise you.

As he felt it was easy to move a single finger, he soon paired it with another, your hips suddenly grinding against the support pillow in tandem with his motions. Your moans were a bit louder than earlier, a smirk growing on Satoru's lips.

"Oh, look at you. So desperate, huh?"

His tone of voice told you he had long slipped into his role, setting your body aflame. He watched as your hips continued to gyrate, your cock pressing against the edge of the pillow for him to view. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your skin from merely two fingers. Your actions would soon come to a stop as Satoru's also halted.

"Did I say you could move?"

His voice wasn't dark, but it was definitely a warning. Panting lightly, you shook your head, swallowing down pooling saliva from the side of your mouth.

"N-No, sir."

"Good. Stay still."

With that said, he resumed his actions, curling his fingers around, spreading them, thrusting them. You were lost in this light bliss for what felt like awhile, the two fingers having stretched you enough for them to have plenty of room. Within time, he stopped once more, but with less time in between than last. A third finger joined, and the stretch burned lightly, though it was quickly shrouded with pleasure as he moved once more.

"Fuck...~ Look at you. Three fingers? How much of a slut are you~?" The word sent a jolt to your cock, precum having already began leaking from the tip. You weren't expecting it, but you weren't complaining; it felt thrilling.

As you were reeling from the new sensation, Satoru spoke once more.

"What, can't talk anymore? Is this all it takes to ruin you~?"

You were brought back to reality, lightly shaking your head once more. "N-No, I'm sorry." A sudden thrust of his fingers caused you to cry out, your hips subconsciously grinding against the pillow once more. You were quick to realize your mistake. "N-No sir!"

"Hah...~ Good boy. You learn quick~"

His fingers then left you, leaving you empty with a soft whine. Satoru didn't keep you waiting, and you felt hands spread your cheeks, a larger object prodding your stretched and aching hole. He asked if you were ready, and with your consenting nod, Satoru filled you, your ass taking him down to the hilt thanks to the stretching. As he let out a groan, you had let out a blissful cry, fighting the urge to grind your hips once more.

"F-Fuck~ God you feel amazing. I knew you could take my cock like this." Your body shook with anticipation, patiently waiting for Satoru to move. Noting this, he pressed his chest to your back, his warm skin coming into contact with your blazing body. "Are you ready, love?"

One extra reassurance, but honestly, despite how respectful it was, it was unneeded. You nodded nearly the moment he stopped speaking. You had been ready the moment he entered you. Sitting up, Satoru placed a firm but gentle hand on the back of your neck as he began to cycle his hips into you, the movements almost precise. His hand placement, his movements, all of it nearly made you lose it, your cock throbbing painfully against the pillow. You needed a touch, friction, anything. You were desperate to the point you started to grind your hips again.

The action didn't go unnoticed, Satoru slightly increasing his speed as he watched.

"Nngh...~ Yeah you're desperate...~ Can't...last a moment of fun without w-wanting your cock touched, huh?"

Your eyes were rolling under the blindfold, nails digging into your palms. His hand placement only grew in firmness, not by a lot, but it felt like it was the only thing keeping you mentally in place, like a leash keeping you connected.

Without an answer, Satoru simply continued his thrusts, degranding phrases of how dirty you were slipping out only to be replaced with praises of your work, of taking it as well as you were.

All of it was enough to tighten the coil in your stomach, your moans pitching in sound. It was a familiar feeling, one you were able to proclaim.

"G-Gonna...cum~! S-Satoru--S-Sir I--"

"No."

The denial brought you back down, your body shaking with the urge to already let loose. "P-Please!"

It didn't help that Satoru's movements hadn't stopped. You were about to burst, yet he insisted on continuing.

"Y-You cum when I say. That's part of the lesson~" His voice was breathy. "Don't move o-on your own...a-and don't cum. You can do that, right~?"

"S-Satoru, please!"

At your plea, the movements stopped, and your approaching orgasm would gradually leave.

"Alright, then I'll stop...~" Satoru's voice wasn't upset, but teasing. If you couldn't handle it, he'd stop, leaving you there to lose your orgasm. His hands now resting on your bound hands, not to untie them, but to simply rest there.

"N-No, Sato--S-Sir I...I-I can handle it, please!"

You really were desperate to have him move inside, but he would ignore your pleas until he figured enough time had gone by.

"Still feel like you have to cum?"

Realizing it wasn't there, you groaned softly, shaking your head.

Gently gripping the binds, he used your arms as a leverage, using it to pull you closer to him to bury deeper into you. Just as you were before he stopped moving, you were quick to fall back into the mess you were, your ass clenching around his cock, as if begging him not to stop again. It didn't take long for your orgasm to return, in which you'd announce it once more.

"J-Just hold off a bit longer," Satoru breathed, repositioning himself to once again press his body into you. His hands rested on your shoulders, not in a way to press you down, but another leverage spot for him. This way, he could focus on his hips, losing himself inside of you in a sticky mess. You tried your best to hold off, but it only inched closer.

"S-Sir, I-I can't! I-I need to cum--!"

As if answering your prayers, Satoru replied, "C-Cum with me~!"

Another moment more and you would have came without his permission. Before your mind went white, you thanked the gods for the reprieve, cum roping out from your cock onto the pillow as your body shook with bliss. You let out heavy, moan-filled panting as your felt your ass fill with Satoru's cum, feeling Satoru himself pant heavily against you with soft groans of each release.

You had to admit, Satoru was an excellent teacher. You'd be sure to tell him that whenever you'd awaken from this experience.

My name is Richard Anumene and I am a detransitioner. My parents and older brother were born in Nigeria but later immigrated to the United States.

Throughout my life, we were isolated from anyone who disagreed with my father‘s beliefs. As I grew up. I started to feel that something was wrong with me, that I was different. I started identifying as a transgender woman in 2014. I started socially transitioning after I attended an in-person transgender meet up group in Sacramento, California, where I was told about the gender health centre.

The GHC provided me with cross-sex hormones, legal name and gender marker change assistance, transgender support groups, and a day centre for people ages 13 and up to just hang out together.

Much older trans-identified males befriended me, and I finally felt less alone. They welcomed to me into their social group and gave me the attention I wasn’t receiving from family and friends. Everything I was seeking personally, and socially seem to be fulfilled 10 times over. It was an amazing feeling at the time.

During this time I had my first romantic relationship with a woman. It was short-livied and I ended up homeless. After that my father convinced me to return to presenting as a man. I had only lived as a woman for roughly a year before I desisted.

A few years later, I left my father's unhealthy household, severed my relationship with him, fell between homelessness and transitional housing, and re-transitioned under the guidance and encouragement of Kaiser Permanente healthcare professionals.

A few years later in November 20 20, I had facial feminisation surgery. I had vaginoplasty five months afterward in March 2021, while I was still healing from the prior surgery. I was chronically and depressed and suicidal throughout the pandemic, which worsened months after I had vaginoplasty.

By July 2021, I started to regret my transition and begin detransitioning four months after I had vaginoplasty. I realized that I’m not a transgender woman, but that I am a heterosexual man. The realisation of what had been done to me led to unprecedented mental breakdowns and substance abuse to try to alleviate my mental distress, I quit taking cross-sex hormones and dilating my artificial Vagina cold turkey, and I don’t know how that will affect me. No one really does, because these interventions are experimental.

How did this happen to me and how can you prevent it from happen to others? During my formative years I experienced significant adverse childhood experiences. I suffered frequent physical, mental, emotional, and sexual abuse at the hands of my parents and brother. My parents sought professional help for me from age 7 and onwards at a time when we did not have stable housing or enough food to eat.

I was diagnosed with a number of mental illnesses including major depressive disorder, suicidal ideation, bipolar disorder and PTSD. Various treatments were tried including medications, inpatient and outpatient hospitalisation, and even a witch doctor in Nigeria.

Growing up I had no positive male role models, which only reinforced my hatred of being a male and growing up into a man. Sexual abuse which occurred during my formative years is the primary reason why I felt the desire and need to medically transition from male to female.

My former Kaiser family therapist never questioned my self-proclaimed identity or desire for these cosmetic surgeries by asking, why do you think you're transgender? The answers to that question would have led him directly to my adverse childhood experiences and may have kept me from the additional psychological and physical harm that transition had brought to my life.

But that was never asked. No in-depth physical or mental health evaluation was conducted. He didn’t take a holistic or objective approach to psychotherapy. Once he diagnosed me with gender identity disorder, then gender dysphoria my other diagnoses and their possible origins were completely ignored. His goal was to facilitate my medical transition and he encouraged and provided referrals to Kaiser Permanente surgeons. He was following the affirmation-only model that is touted as life-saving.

It has ruined my life. To this day, I have ongoing medical complications. These include frequent bleeding, urinary incontinence and urinary tract infections. Arguably, my physical, mental and emotional well-being has worsened as a result of cross-sex hormones and cosmetic surgeries. I can’t reverse my vaginoplasty or facial feminisation surgery, and the consequence of these surgeries are permanent.

I cannot ever get back the years of time that I’ve lost going on a fool's errand, believing I was transgender rather than getting the psychotherapy I deserved. I was the sacred cow: a black, trans woman. All of my problems were supposed to be solved when I was affirmed. Instead, they have been compounded and I have been abandoned by the movement that wears buttons and hold signs claiming support for people like me.

When I was a child, I needed real support to address my adverse child experiences. Today I’m asking you that you close the door to harmful gender-afirming care and open the door for children to get the help they deserve.

I am in support of Ohio House Bill 68 to help protect children from the consequences that I am dealing with today and for the rest of my life.

Thank you.

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Note: Despite the fact it was passed, the (Republican) governor of Ohio simply overrode the wishes of the people and vetoed it.

So, "gender-critical" feminists, here's a crazy thought: maybe if you stop acting like every man is a potential sexual predator; stop teaching boys that they're all likely future rapists and domestic abusers; stop denying that violence and sexual assault happens to boys and men - including by women and girls; stop pretending that fathers are irrelevant; and overall knock off the raging psychopathic misandry, you'll find fewer boys traumatized into trying to flee into female spaces to escape manhood. You want men to be men, right? Then fucking act like it, FFS. You don't get to pour torrents of bile onto boys and men and then turn around and complain about the consequences of them trying to escape being boys and men. Don't y'all say "the future is female" (which is literally a call for genocide)? This is Exhibit A of what that ends up looking like in practice. Up to you.

For reference, "facial feminization surgery" is what Dylan Mulvaney had done. He should probably watch Richard Anumene's video before proceeding any further (frankly, I doubt he would, as he's largely caught up in an elaborate drag act that's gotten out of hand). "Vaginoplasty" is where the man's penis and testicles are removed, and the penis is spliced open and inverted to become a fake-vagina. As his body is not structured to have an opening there, it's functionally an open wound that keeps trying to close. Dilation is shoving... stuff up into the hole to try to discourage it from closing. By all reports, it is extremely painful. For more on vaginoplasty, see Ritchie Herron and Shape Shifter. Or, sadly enough, I have a "vaginoplasty" tag. Fuck this timeline.

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OOC: Sorry, everyone. I’ve just been really drained with this new med, and it’s kind of been decreasing my desire to write on here.

Also, I am very sorry, but I am going to have to call a suspension for certain threads right now. Due to ongoing health concerns, I’m just putting a halt on all my pregnancy threads (especially the ones where my muse, Amelia, is with child). I’ll explain why below the cut, but the TL;DR version: I’m not comfortable with writing pregnancy threads at this time, I will send a message to my partners this affects. I will let you know when this hold is taken off. I am sorry, but this is something I need to do for me.

That said. Thank you. Have a good Monday.

Okay, for the past four years, I have been dealing with extreme menstrual cycles.

For starters, they last for an abnormal about of time-- most are 5-7 days, mine would last for MONTHS. MONTHS. In the year 2020, I spent over half of it on my period. This last one, was four months long.

And it’s heavy. Dear God, it is HEAVY. I’ve been reading different health sources saying the usual, average amount is 1/3 a cup per day. Mine would be over a cup. Those overnight pads that you’re supposed to be able to wear for about six hours, because you’re supposed to wear them while you sleep? Or all-day pads for those with bladder problems? I will change those AT BEST every 2 hours. This past period (and the one in 2020), I would be lucky if I can make it 90 minutes without changing.

Unfortunately, while I was at the courthouse, I was never granted the time off (despite having the PTO (paid time off) saved up) in order to get this addressed with a doctor. This year, I just decided I had enough, so I scheduled an appointment with my gynecologist back in March, but it will not be until May 9th.

I was willing to try and just “tough it out” until then, but after a particularly bad day, my mother came over to my house and literally begged me to schedule an appointment with Kaiser or go to their urgent care, willing to pay for the out-of-network costs for the appointment.

While I was there, the nurse practitioner saw my cervix. No polyps or nothing abnormal to the naked eye when she saw it. So, to just to try and get the bleeding to stop, she put me on a prescription for pills that are for endometriosis, with the instruction that when the bleeding stopped, to stop taking the pills, but if it returned, I could start back up on them. (This has happened THREE times now.)

So, the nurse left all her notes and recommendations for further tests, etc., for my gynecologist, and told me, in her opinion, it’s likely one of three things: 1) cancer; 2) endometriosis; or 3) fibroids.

Goody-goody gumdrops for me.

And as a cis-woman, who has wanted since childhood to bear children... Yeah, this is hard. This is very, very hard to deal with. Especially with the panic that I might not be able to, because clearly, something is not working with my indoor plumbing so to speak. It’s making me feel less of a woman. It makes me feel mortified, ashamed that it’s fucked up down there, and I don’t know why.

So, for these reasons, I just can’t deal with pregnancy threads at the moment. I can’t. Because it just throws it back in my face about my health issues, and that just quickly makes me get too anxious, etc., and it’s making my depression worse.

As I said, I’ll be messaging the specific partners this affects (I believe it is really only 3), and I’ll let you guys know when I’m ready to pick up those threads again. I don’t mind it if it’s after that, with kids, and everything. But just for right now, I cannot deal with pregnancy threads.

Thank you.

I’M GETTING WAY TOO DEEP, I’M FUCKING INTO IT

anonymous requested: ness sharing his girlfriend with kaiser

୨୧ featuring: alexis ness + michael kaiser x fem reader 

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୨୧ synopsis: a recipe for complete obliteration

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It had been a while since you and Ness started dating. You regularly attended all of his games and sometimes even followed along to his games abroad if you had the time. The team loved you and Ness never lost a chance to show you off, always trying not to blush whenever someone praised you in front of him, because goodness gracious he was just so proud of you. 

There was, of course, but a tiny little thorn by your side, namely Michael Kaiser. You had started on the wrong foot. The emperor was stunned to find out that from all the members he was your least favourite. “Preposterous!” was what he had yelled in your face. And oh shit went down when you started dating his most loyal servant. The two of you oftenly bickered about Ness, acting like spoiled children. Kaiser felt insulted every time you called him out for treating your pookie bear poorly. The more you vexed him, the more his desire to put you in your place once and for all grew stronger. 

And in all this chaos, poor little Ness couldn’t decide whose side to take. He had never minded the way Kaiser treated him. He revered him in all his brilliance. But Ness had to admit that he felt really touched when you defended him against the emperor’s cruelty. He blushed and even cried, which made you drop the argument with shitty Kaiser to hug your baby. And as much as Ness loved you, he couldn’t help but constantly think about one thing whenever you and Kaiser bickered; him fucking you into submission. It was his guilty dark thought that he didn’t utter out loud. But oh boy was he always thinking about it. 

Ness had just returned from a trip abroad and you were so excited to see him after a week that seemed like eternity. You had told him that you wouldn’t be able to come see him at the airport, because you needed to take care of some things. However, that was only an excuse. In reality, you had prepared a perfect erotic atmosphere in the house to welcome him. You had worn his favourite lingerie set and had just finished putting on some lip gloss, when you heard his keys on the front door. 

You rushed to the door to greet him and to your surprise he wasn’t alone. Your expression turned sour and slightly irritated as you crossed your arms to your chest at the sight of Kaiser. Kaiser who had constantly nagged Ness to tag along because he had missed his “cute little feral kitty”, as he liked to call you. In reality though, Kaiser had an inkling that you’d pull something like this off, having eavesdropped on all your lewd conversations with Ness during this past week and he just wanted to see exactly this murderous expression of yours. 

What Kaiser hadn’t anticipated was his cock to harden the moment he laid his eyes on your mostly exposed body in that slutty lingerie. As you complained to Ness about him being here, Kaiser couldn’t help but take in all of your beauty that was usually reserved for your boyfriend’s eyes only. Ness nervously laughed, trying to calm you down, kissing your lips to shut your little mouth. You couldn’t help but melt in his kiss, too touch-starved from his one-week absence, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

“Who would have thought that a pretty girl like you would have such a foul mouth?” Kaiser whispered in your ear. 

His low voice startled you, making your body tremble as his hands caressed your body and his lips kissed your neck. You tried to push him off of you, only for Ness to grab your arms, slowly breaking away from your kiss. “Ness?” you expressed confused, your voice barely audible over your heavy breathing, before you moaned, as Kaiser sucked on your soft skin. You could see it in your boyfriend’s eyes, feel it in his gentler touch compared to the emperor’s rougher one; they had tricked you. 

Were you going to complain though? You could, you could and yet… You didn’t. For some reason you couldn’t explain at the time, you felt extremely aroused by this turn of events. Kaiser shamelessly groped your breasts, making you gasp. In a swift move, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, slapping your ass with a devilish grin as he followed behind Ness who headed to your bedroom. 

Kaiser threw you on the bed and before you could even process the situation, he was all over you, pinning you down on the mattress with his weight. His lips crushed yours, his hands roaming all over your body, exploring every inch of you. He kissed your jawline, before starting to work on his next mark on your neck, whilst his fingers expertly freed your titties from their confines. You moaned and ground yourself against him, as he pinched your nipples. “I didn’t know you made such cute sounds as well,” he mocked. 

And that mocking tone of his irritated you. Suddenly, you changed your position, having him now lie underneath you, as you sat on top of his clothed crotch that begged to be inside you. “Cocky bastard, know your place,” you hissed. You stood up, ready to go and fall in your boyfriend’s arms, only for Kaiser to grab your waist and have you sit on his lap. It mattered not how much you resisted, for his arms had wrapped around you like vices, keeping you in place. 

Kaiser removed your panties, his fingers rubbing teasingly your wet folds, as he cupped your breast with his other hand. Your head fell back on his shoulder, a low moan escaping your lips as he started teasing your clit. “Look at him.” He nodded toward Ness who was sitting on an armchair few metres from the bed. Your eyes widened seeing him already jerking himself off at the sight of the emperor having his way with you. “Do you wish to deny him the pleasure of watching you get ruined by me?” he cockily continued. 

His fingers dived in your tight pussy, curling up to hit that sweet spot that had your legs tremble. Ness’ hand matched the rhythm of Kaiser’s fingers fucking you, the lewd sounds of your wet core echoing in the rather quiet room, albeit yours and Ness’ moans and groans. Between the two of you, Ness was the first to cum, his seed falling onto his stomach as he moaned your name. It made your cunt clench around Kaiser’s fingers. He could feel that you were close. Yet he wasn’t going to allow you pleasure so easily. 

“Ness, come here,” the emperor ordered, pulling his fingers out of you, earning a whimpering complaint. 

Kaiser lifted you up, as he instructed Ness to sit on the edge of the bed. He then bent you over, your face almost hitting with Ness’ hardened cock that craved your attention. Looking up at your boyfriend, he looked down at you with pleading eyes, whimpering for you to take him in your mouth. You kissed his lips, before leaving a trail of kisses on your way down. You stroked his sensitive cock a few times, peppering his tip with kisses, then finally stopped torturing him and wrapped your lips around his shaft, earning a guttural moan from him. 

As you sucked your boyfriend’s brains out, Kaiser rubbed his cock on your dripping folds, coating it in your arousal, before slowly pushing himself inside till he bottomed out. You gasped, your body jolting at the sensation, while he let out a moanful groan. Holding tightly onto your hips, Kaiser started thrusting in your pussy, relishing the tight grip it had on his cock. “Isn’t she so cute, Ness?” he asked arrogantly. 

“Yes hng—” Ness moaned. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, darling,” he praised. 

“Yes,” Kaiser cooed, slapping your ass. “A pretty little whore.” 

Ness gathered your hair in a nice ponytail, gently forcing your head down his cock, moaning at his second impending orgasm. Kaiser’s grip on your hips was bruisingly tight, but he didn’t care. He was too preoccupied chasing after his own orgasm to mind if he was marking your body. In fact, it turned him on to mark you in front of your boyfriend, having both you and Ness remember this night every time you looked at those marks. 

Simultaneously, both Kaiser and Ness cummed, filling your cunt and your mouth with their seeds. As the former pulled out, the latter cupped your cheeks and kissed your lips, pulling you on top of him as he fell back on the bed. “Ness,” you complained. “I wanna cum,” you whined frustrated. Of course, you had understood that Kaiser was edging you on purpose. The cocky little bastard wanted to get back at you for all the times you had riled him up. 

The devilish emperor wrapped his tattooed hand around your neck, choking you, as he pulled you up, your back slamming on his chest. “Aren’t you asking the wrong person, kitten?” he cooed in your ear. 

And yet before you could hit him with one of your usual snarky remarks, your lips parted to moan, as Ness slid his cock in your pulsing pussy. “Don’t be mean to her, Kaiser,” he said, yet the smirk on his face told you he was only joking. Ness pulled you back down on top of him, burying his face in your titties, worshipping them with his lips, as he slowly thrust inside. 

“Well, I suppose I’ll have plenty of chances to tame this little kitty.” Kaiser grinned evilly. Stroking his cock a few times, he slowly pushed himself in your cunt, his cock brushing against Ness, making you feel overwhelmed by the slightly painful stretch. The emperor felt a little sympathy for you, allowing you some time to get used to both of them in your pussy, before he started thrusting in sync with Ness.  

You moaned at their double assault, your mind getting lost in a drunk daze of its own, writhing in pleasure between the two of them. You moaned their names, feeling their cocks get harder inside you. Their thrusts became more erratic the closer they got to their orgasms. Your own was close as well and you begged that they would allow the ecstasy to seize control of your body. And when your orgasm came crashing down on you like a tidal wave, your body convulsed in their hands, your arousal creaming all over their cocks, before they followed you to the heavens. 

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folks considered it as a part of formative years: you get measles, you get white meat pox, and you progress on along with your existence,” William Moss, a pediatrician and a professor at Johns Hopkins, advised me. “When considered in that individualistic method, it’s analogous to ‘COVID is a chilly,’ the place it’s brushed aside as a not unusual an infection that’s now not severe—you don’t really feel neatly for a couple of days, you recuperate, and also you’re performed with it.”However, as with COVID in youngsters, there have been uncommon and terrible exceptions. “We had been curing children of leukemia most effective to have them die of varicella,” Anne Gershon, a professor of pediatrics at Columbia, advised me. Gershon, who led a varicella-vaccine learn about crew funded via the Nationwide Institute of Allergic reaction and Infectious Illnesses, within the overdue nineteen-seventies and eighties, stated that immunocompromised youngsters, corresponding to the ones present process chemotherapy, had been at risk of disseminated varicella, a critical type of white meat pox that may manifest as encephalitis, hepatitis, or, maximum repeatedly and maximum fatally, pneumonitis, a pneumonia-like lung-tissue irritation. Newborns and babies may just transform severely unwell with white meat pox, and so may just older, in a different way wholesome youngsters if white meat pox coincided with a staph an infection or crew A streptococcus, the reason for strep throat.The Eastern virologist Michiaki Takahashi remoted varicella-zoster in a three-year-old boy, in 1974, to be able to create what changed into referred to as the Oka vaccine pressure (named for the boy’s circle of relatives); a vaccine used to be authorized in Japan via 1986. Within the U.S., on the other hand, scientific trials dragged on all through the nineteen-eighties and into the nineties, partially as a result of researchers frightened that the vaccine’s results would diminish through the years. (As soon as varicella-zoster enters the human frame, it by no means leaves, and as a substitute sleeps inside nerve cells; many years later, it may reactivate as shingles, an steadily debilitating nerve irritation.) The plodding tempo of approval additionally stemmed from an unusual mixture of warning and indifference. Chatting with the Times in 1993, Walter Orenstein, then the director of the C.D.C.’s nationwide immunization program, stated, “The main controversy is whether or not the clinical penalties of white meat pox are severe sufficient to warrant a significant vaccination effort, whether or not white meat pox is value fighting.” Gershon advised me that, when she would run into more than a few F.D.A. officers at conferences and meetings, “I'd say, ‘When are we going to get this vaccine authorized?’ They'd simply shrug their shoulders.”This irresolution continued, to an extent, after the vaccine used to be in the end authorized. Public hearings on including varicella to the agenda of required immunizations tended to strike identical notes from state to state: amongst folks, a small, vocal minority had been dismayed via what they considered as an abrogation in their rights; amongst pediatricians, there used to be near-consensus that the vaccine used to be protected however some uncertainty about whether or not it used to be strictly essential. Charlotte Lewis, who used to be a pediatric resident in Los Angeles on the time, and who's now a pediatrician in Seattle, advised me, “I used to be a kind of individuals who felt truly ambivalent about it, as it used to be a illness that appeared fairly benign.” Her combined emotions resolved after she handled a ten-year-old lady with out a preëxisting fitness stipulations who landed within the I.C.U. with varicella pneumonia. “I had that one revel in, and that’s all it took—I may just see now what white meat pox can do even to children who're wholesome,” Lewis stated. She nonetheless recollects her affected person’s lengthy, darkish hair, and the way the lady, too in poor health to transport for weeks, longed to scrub it.

That ten-year-old survived. However William Moss, the Johns Hopkins pediatrician, advised me he’d noticed a kid die of white meat pox within the overdue eighties, when he used to be in residency coaching at Columbia-Presbyterian Health facility. Prior to the varicella vaccine, white meat pox killed about seventy youngsters within the U.S. once a year. Via comparability, within the first twenty-three months of the present pandemic, 600 and sixty-one youngsters beneath the age of twelve have died of COVID.There were anti-vaxxers in The united states since a minimum of 1721, when one, in Boston, threw a bomb into the house of the clergyman Cotton Mather, who advocated for community-wide inoculation towards smallpox. (The bomb used to be a dud.) 200 and seventy years later, within the nineteen-nineties, a pediatrician may have needed to reason why with a couple of folks who most well-liked chicken-pox events over the chicken-pox vaccine, owing to “the underlying concept that herbal an infection is healthier,” as Moss put it. In “On Immunity,” Eula Biss writes that this quasi-homeopathic allegiance to “wild-type” immunity is proof of “quite a lot of preindustrial nostalgia.”Nonetheless, pediatricians circa 1995 didn't function in an international during which “vaccine hesitancy” used to be not unusual parlance. It could be 3 years sooner than the clinical magazine The Lancet printed a fraudulent learn about via Andrew Wakefield and twelve co-authors implying a hyperlink between the measles, mumps, and rubella (M.M.R.) vaccine and autism, and greater than a decade sooner than the tv character and vaccine skeptic Jenny McCarthy advised Larry King, “It’s an an infection and/or toxins and/or funguses on best of vaccines that push youngsters into this neurological downslide which we name autism.” Within the pandemic generation, vaccine mandates—similar to protecting insurance policies and library books with Black other people in them—were weaponized within the right-wing tradition wars, held up as proof of an authoritarian plot to subvert parental autonomy. (In introducing his anti-mandate invoice, Ted Cruz said, “COVID insurance policies must be in keeping with science and not unusual sense, now not the hysterical calls for of radical liberal activists and union bosses who've little interest in what’s highest for our youngsters.”)“Social-media platforms have performed a big position in spreading incorrect information and disinformation about vaccines, attaining an more and more wide target audience with repeated false claims,” Moss stated. “This largely accounts for variations in parental perspectives of vaccines from the nineteen-nineties till now. However this could also be happening in a broader cultural context in which there's expanding distrust in conventional medical, clinical, and public-health experience.” To reason why with a vaccine-skeptical dad or mum, he stated, “calls for an intense, sustained effort, and also you get drained. It’s a combat that must be fought on a one-by-one degree. It’s now not a combat we will win at a inhabitants degree.” Lewis advised me that pediatricians can’t give cautious folks what they would like, and what they are able to get from different, unsavory resources: absolute sure bet. She went on, “The doctor and the dad or mum are on other planes, coming from hugely other views, and so they don’t absolutely perceive every different.” [ad_2] #Came about #ChickenPox #Vaccine

PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PBUH)’s BIOGRAPHY : The Battle of Muta.Part1

THE BATTLE OF MUTA

(8th year of the Migration, the month of Jumadal-Ula  / AD 629)

The Prophet sent letters and envoys not only to the rulers of the big states and invited them to Islam but also to the tribes and nations that were subject to them. He sent Harith b. Umayr al-Az­di with a letter to the governor of Busra (now Hawran). Busra was a principality. Its governor and people were Arabs but they were Christians and they were subject to the Byzantine state in terms of foreign policy.

When Harith, the envoy of the Prophet arrived at Muta, one of the villages of Balqa’, a town of Damascus, he was taken to the presence Shurahbil b. Amru’l-Ghassani, the governor of Damascus of the Byzantine Kaiser. When Shurahbil heard that Harith was the envoy of the Prophet, he killed Harith brutally.[ Ibn Sa’d, Tabaqat, Vol. 2, p. 128; Ibn Qayyim, Zadu’l-Maad, Vol. 2, p. 173; Ibn Sayyid, Uyunu’l-Athar, Vol. 2, p. 153. ]

When the Messenger of God heard that his envoy had been killed, he became very grieved. The Companions felt grieved, too. No envoy of the Prophet had been killed up to that time.[ Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 128; Ibn Qayyim, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 173. ]Harith was the first and last envoy of the Messenger of God that had been killed. Therefore, this brutal murder was very important. It was an ugly act that hurt and offended the Messenger of God and the Muslims. With this despicable act, Shurahbil showed his hatred and enmity against Islam and violated the basic international principle, “Do not kill the envoy.”

After evaluating the incident, the Messenger of God formed an army. He appointed Zayd b. Haritha, his freed slave, to command the army that consisted of three thousand mujahids.

After the Messenger of God stated that he appointed Zayd b. Haritha as the commander, he said, “If Zayd is martyred, let Jafar b. Abu Talib replace him. If Jafar is martyred, let Muslims choose an appropriate person as their commander”[Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 128; Ibn Kathir, Sirah, Vol. 3, p. 455.]

Sagacious Muslims realized the subtle meaning in the Prophet’s sentences. They said by crying, “O Messenger of God! We wish they would stay alive and we would benefit from them.” The Messenger of God kept silent.

What about those who would be the commanders? They knew that they would be martyred due to the words of the Messenger of God, but they did not hesitate at all to go there and they obeyed the order of the Prophet willingly. Yes, they went to death consciously. However, this death would be different from normal deaths; and it would take them to the highest rank of life: martyrdom. The only desire they had in their hearts was to elevate the word of God; the only desire in their spirits was martyrdom. That was what made them go on the expedition enthusiastically.  

The Islamic Army is Seen off Madinah

The Islamic army of three thousand people was in a single body and waiting for the command to proceed. Meanwhile, the Prophet gave Zayd a white standard and said to him, “Go up to the place where Haris b. Umayr was killed. Ask them to become Muslims. If they agree, it is all right but if they do not agree, fight them relying on the help of God.”[ Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 128; Halabi, Insanu’l-Uyun, Vol. 2, p. 787. ]

It is possible to understand only from this advice of the Prophet that the Islamic army set off with the lofty intention of asking them to be Muslims, free from the feeling of revenge.

Many Muslims went to the Hill of Wada together with the Messenger of God to see the mujahids off. The Messenger of God stopped there and said to the mujahids, “I advise you to fulfill the orders of God, to keep away from His prohibitions, to treat people who are with you well and do them favors. Fight in the way of God with His name. Do not misuse booty! Do not break your promises! Do not kill little children! Do not kill women and old men! Do not cut down or burn trees! Do not demolish houses!  You will find some Christians who have retired into seclusion in churches and worshipping there. Do not touch them!”[ Muslim, Sahih, Vol. 3, p. 1357; Abu Dawud, Sunan, Vol. 4, p. 162-163; Halabi, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 787. ]After that, he said to Zayd b. Haritha:

“When you confront the enemy, offer them to accept one of the following three things. If they accept one of them, do not touch them.

Invite them to migrate to Madinah, which is the land of immigrants. If they accept it, tell them that they will have the rights that muhajirs have and that they will be obliged to do what muhajiras are obliged to do.

If they become Muslims and want to live in their own land, tell them that they will be like Bedouin Arab Muslims and they will have the same rights and obligations as Bedouin Arab Muslims, that they will not be given anything from the booty and that only those who take part in the war together with the Muslims will be given their share of the booty.

If they do not want to be Muslims, tell them to pay jizya (tax paid by Christians and Jews). If they accept to pay it, do not touch them. If they do not accept to pay jizya, fight them by relying on the help of God.

If the people of the castle or the town you have besieged ask you to accept their surrender based on the judgment of God, do not accept their surrender based on the judgment of God but based on your judgment. You cannot know what God has judged for them and you might not make the same judgment.

If the people of the castle or the town you have besieged ask you to give them the guarantee of security of God and His messenger, do not give them the guarantee of security of God and His messenger but your and your friends’ guarantee of security. If you break your promise of security, it is less evil for you than breaking the promise of God and His messenger.”[ Ahmad Ibn Hanbal, Musnad, Vol. 5, p. 358; Muslim, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 1357-1358; Abu Dawud, ibid, Vol. 3, p. 37 ]

After giving them the orders and advice below, the Messenger of God said good-bye to the mujahids. The Muslims who were there to see them off said, “May God protect you all kinds of danger and bring you back safe and sound.”

Abdullah b. Rawaha greeted the Messenger of God, who was returning to Madinah, by saying,  “Peace be upon the person whom I said goodbye to in the data grove behind, the best person who sees people off and the best friend!”[ Ibn Hisham, Sirah, Vol. 4, p. 16. ]

The Islamic army was seen off among tears coming from the hearts. The white standard given to them by the Messenger of God was waving above them magnificently. Their hearts were pounding excited by the words and the spirit of the Messenger of God. Where were those mujahids, who were travelling into the vast center of the desert going? Seemingly, they were going to the principality of Shurahbil b. Amr near the border of Syria in order to call him to account. In fact, they were not. They were going there to call the arrogant army of the giant Byzantine Empire.

Shurahbil Makes Preparations

The mujahids, whose hearts were full of excitement and enthusiasm for jihad, were proceeding on their horses and camels by trying to pass through the desert.

Meanwhile, Shurahbil heard that the Islamic army had set off from Madinah.

Shurahbil started to make preparations at once. He informed Heraklius, the Kaiser, about the situation and asked for help. Meanwhile, he sent a military unit as an advanced guard under the command of his brother against the Islamic army, which had stopped at Wadil-Qura. The mujahids defeated them and killed Sadus, the commander of the unit. This defeat intimidated Shurahbil.

After getting rid of the first attack, the Islamic army left Wadil-Qura and went to Maan, near Damascus. When they arrived at Maan, they were startled by the news they heard: “Heraklius, the Byzantine Emperor, was coming toward the south with one hundred thousand soldiers. His army was equipped with very good weapons.”

What they heard was not a lie. Hazrat Zayd wanted to hear the view of the mujahids. Most of them had the following view:

“Let us write the Messenger of God (pbuh) about the number of the soldiers of the enemy and ask him to send us soldiers or to tell us what he wants us to do.”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 4, p. 17; Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 129. ]

There was someone among them who had not spoken but kept silent. Now it was time for him to speak. He was Abdullah b. Rawaha, the great poet and unique hero. He gave Zayd a heroic answer by saying, “By God, what you do not want now is martyrdom, which we desired and set off for. We fight the enemy not because we have more horses or soldiers than them but thanks to the power given to us by our religion, with which God honored us. We should go and fight them. We will have either of the two good things: martyrdom or victory!”[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 4, p. 17; Ibn Qayyim, Zadu’l-Maad, Vol. 2, p. 173. ]

The mujahids listened to those sincere words as if they were not coming from Abdullah b. Rawaha but from another realm. Their hearts, which were hot with the love of belief and jihad were inflamed luminously by those words. They said, “By God, Rawaha is right” and started to proceed toward the enemy with courage.

Accounting Starts

It was the 8th month of the Migration, the month of Jumadal-Ula.

They were in the battlefield of Muta.

The conceited and orderly Christian Byzantine army with more than one hundred thousand soldiers was facing the Islamic army, which seemingly had fewer soldiers and weapons and which was commanded by Zayd. The former had everything but one thing; the latter had almost nothing but belief: Belief in God, the owner of the religion, and reliance on His help; belief made them act with the feeling of sacrificing everything.

When judging by appearance, the situation was very strange. A great amount of soldiers was facing a very little amount of soldiers that could not be compared. As a matter of fact, when He­rak­lius, the Byzantine Emperor, saw a handful of people against him, he found it meaningless to give so much importance to it and could not help laughing loudly. Then, he reprimanded Shurahbil for putting him to so much trouble unnecessarily.  

However, the Kaiser did not know the difference between two things: the appearance and the reality. In appearance, the Byzantine army had a dazzling magnificence but there was a weak and dim spirit under this dazzling magnificence. In appearance, the Islamic army was very few in number and weak in terms of weapons but there was magnificence, spirit, meaning, excitement and love under this littleness. In history, triumphs and victories did not originate from magnificent appearances but from lofty belief, great spirit and magnificent meaning.  

Both parties saw each other and laid their eyes on each other; it was meaningless to wait any longer.

Zayd b. Haritha, the commander of the Islamic army, held the white standard given to him by the Messenger of God. The fight started very fast like lightning. All of a sudden, the ground was full of blood. The sounds of takbir, clashing swords, neighing horses, the screams of the wounded soldiers and cries intermingled.

Martyrdom of Zayd

Zayd, the great commander, who was fighting the enemy very closely and bravely, received some spear blows from the Byzantines and his body was riddled. His blood sprang around. This great person, who lost his strength to stand, fell down with the spiritual pleasure and peace of sacrificing himself for his sacred aim and became a martyr.[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 4, p. 19; Ibn Qayyim, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 173. ]

The standard was waiting for its bearer. When Jafar saw that Zayd was martyred, he dashed forward like an arrow and held the sacred white standard as the Messenger of God had said.[ Ibn Hisham, ibid, Vol. 4, p. 20; Ibn Sa’d, ibid, Vol. 2, p. 129. ]He ignored the crowd of enemy and their atrocious aggression, attacking their ranks bravely holding the standard. He went on swinging his sword though he knew that he would have the same honorable fate as Zayd. He did not mind the crowd of enemy or their strength. As a brave person, he was fulfilling his duty. Besides, bravery necessitated fulfilling the assigned duty fully. What would he lose if he became a martyr? The World? No problem! There was eternal life. Is it something unimportant to attain enviable ranks in the eternal life by sacrificing the worldly life?