#We Listen and We Don't Judge

[1almostlesbian1]

We listen and we don't judge

Firstly, I bought that wallet 😭😭

My family was eating out at a restaurant and there were a bunch of appetizers. There was one left on a plate, and my mom asked if anyone wanted the last one..... I thought she wanted to make sure all the food was eaten..... So I grabbed it..... Super quickly.... And shoved it on my mouth. It turns out my mom really wanted to eat it.

We listen and we don't judge

When I was 7, me and my friends saved a fish from drowning

(Tag your moots)

@literallylink--who-tf-is-ravioli @sunlights-daughter @protagaster @somereaderinblue @fronzie @notesbyaphrodite

[crikitune]

waittt wait imagine the batfam doing the "we listen and we don't judge" trend!? (forgive any formatting errors, first time making a post like this!)

all: we listen and we don't judge!

dick: when I first came to the manor, i used to strategically time whenever I'd do acrobatics -off the chandeliers and stuff, of course- to when bruce was about to walk in just so i could see him look terrified and start freaking out. it was the height of comedy to me

jason: lowkey a mood... damian: tormenting Father seems to be a common passtime with this group.

all: we listen and we don't judge!

barbara: when i first became oracle, i hacked all of my ex-boyfriends devices and gave each one irreversible viruses. now anytime i get bored, i go mess with their replacement electronics in reversible but annoying ways

steph: sounds incredibly healing! cass: as you should.

all: we listen and we don't judge

jason: when i attacked tim in the titans tower, i did it in an adult-sized Robin costume.

steph: PFTT- WHAT duke: ...why, man? just why?

jason: ...I thought it was symbolic and poetic justice.

all, laughing a little: we listen and we don't judge!

cass: When i was still learning to communicate, I'd sometimes pretend not to understand what people told me so that I didn't have to answer their questions and they couldn't pester me about it ☺️

jason, laughing: ohhh cass that is EVIL tim: god, i wish i could do that with the board members...

all: we listen and we don't judge

tim: when i was going to Brentwood during my Robin days, my alcoholic roommate found my Robin costume, put it on, then passed out in it, so I had to literally peel it off of him and then gaslight him into not remembering it.

dick: WHAT. jason: bet you couldn't get that smell out for ages. tim: i really, really couldn't...

all: we... we listen and we don't judge!

steph: when i first met tim, i smacked him in the face with a brick. also i started dating him without knowing his secret ID, so that was pretty brutal...

cass: you deserve better. tim: hey! i wasn't that bad! steph: ehhhh you were, but it's okay cus I love ya and we're over it now!

all: we listen, and we don't judge.

duke: uhm. around when i first started living at the manor i thought it would be funny to pull a prank on Dick, so I put nair in his shampoo. it backfired spectacularly.

dick: THAT WAS YOU!? damian: i thought only Todd would be so idiotic... steph: *breaking down in laughter* tim: you were the one who started the 4 month long prank war!? jason: duke. i'm going to hit you. duke: ...aha, oops?

all: we listen... and we don't judge.

damian: ahem. you all remember the box of kittens i found on patrol a few weeks ago, which father forced me to bring to a shelter? *nods* well i did not give them to the shelter. they are in my room. i let them out everytime you all are out.

steph: ohmygod, dami, whattt jason: damn, you are a delinquent after all!

dick: wait damian. where are the kittens now.

damian, who's hoodie looks suspiciously padded: nowhere.

dick: damian show us the kittens right now-

all, as dick starts wrestling damian to retrieve the kittens: we listen- and we don't judge!

[geeky-nightphilosopher]

I just need A Wayne Family Podcast where all they do is listen and judge.

[maybe-im-dark]

Wade: We listen and we don't judge! When I was looking for a Wolverine, i met an apocalyptic variant of you and we fucked!

Logan: *starts stabbing him*

Wade: Hey, i didn't know you then!

Logan: Alright, then i can finally say it! I only pretended not to recognize you in the bar! My universe had a Ladypool and we regularly fucked!

Wade: How could you? Of all the variants, you choose her?

Logan: Bub, it was a joke!

Wade: Not funny!

Logan: Now you know how i feel!

[trashytracktales]

we listen and we don’t judge QUESTION EDITION.

do you think lando would let you fuck him on his sim chair?….i mean….looks comfy…… bye….

Not only would Lando let you fuck him on his sim chair, but let’s be real... he’d probably suggest it himself at some point. Besides, he'd most likely let you fuck him on literally every surface in his apartment. But the sim? The damn sim...? That’s a must. He’d be so proud about it after, too, like he didn’t just ruin his favorite setup for you.

Priorities, right? 😁👍🏻

[bengals-barnesbabe]

We Listen and We Don’t Judge

~taking bets now… how yall think this gon end

joe burrow x gf!reader

TW: 18+ | language, mentions of sex, arguments, betrayal, smartass comments, periods

“Thank You TikTok” | Main Masterlist

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~ @tylerjeauxburreaux9 it was a good ass idea lol

[sluttywhor3]

was talking to a friend about sex and they were talking about how degrading and gross spitroasting is and i had to resist the urge to tell her that thats the point

[shakespearenews]

This was wildly fun to write.

[samitostuff]

sup babes, wanna see my tears and blood?

so yeah, still plagged with the absolute war that's raging in my head as I fight my artblock with tooth and nail, but altleast the drawing got out of my imagination

(also, the text says:

Mabel: Hey, what was your brother's name again?

p&f reader: Damian.

Damian: the gnomes were stealing ur cleaning rag of a shirt.

Dipper: Ah! (Damn I need to put a bell on you!) And it's not a "cleaning rag"!

I did not want to write on the trees and neither put another post It, so here is the rest:

Damian 2: also, you smell. Please consider a shower when we arrive at the "shack." (←the shack it's said in a derogatory tone) - (rich boy 😔)

Dipper 2: And you stink! Have you looked at your hair? It's a mess!

*at the other side of the forest*

p&f reader 2: why? why do you ask?

Mabel, blushing 2: his nose it's cute♡

p&f reader 3: 🤔 (is this a crush or is she just being nice?)

also, more of these two ↑

and another take on vamp!reader

this is all! I'll see you all again when @yanmuffins drops another bomb of her fics, bibye!

[thatpadfooted-boy]

pookies

we love each other

to diffuse an argument we all must come to a rational agreement

treasure and porter were both in the wrong, they both have different perspectives of each other and that's the downside of character depth & development.

we all should collectively take a few deep breaths and remind ourselves that this is just the beginning of their relationship, and that they still have a lot to learn about each other

okay?

[trashartgalleries]

We listen and we don't judge

I like reading bottom male reader fanfictions because it's the only way i can have the one thing i never will... a penis

and it's specifically bottom male reader because i'm not dominant in any way, shape or form... but that doesn't mean i read fics were the bottom male reader's a little pee-pee, piss baby either! We can be sissy sometimes, honty, but when shit gets real we need to lock the fuck in!

[tinyy-tea-cup]

WE LISTEN AND WE DON’T JUDGE

RoR Edition

The RoR manga has become increasingly boring. I feel like there is a lack of care when it comes to new rounds now and we are thrown into random side plots

Taggy pookies:

@mizz-sea-nymph @amphitriteswife @kinaoryi @amoexii @bumblebees-knees-threes @monstertreden @hellany @asheervasilissa @rorlokiswifey + everyone else who wants to join 👁️👁️

[maybe-im-dark]

Erik: We listen and we don't judge! When i was in the Pentagon prison i thought of other men and masturbated!

*Erik starts slapping himself violently*

Erik: Charles, Charles, stop! It was a joke, okay?

Charles: How can i be sure?

Erik: Look into my mind then!

Charles: I'm never going in that head again!

*wheels out of the room crying*

[trashytracktales]

I hope i don’t get judged for this (we listen and we don’t judgeeee) but does anyone else just like love the thought of lando breathing heavily in your ear during yk?🫠

First of all, bestie, this is a safe space 🤍

Second, yeah, that’s the kind of thing that can get to you in ways you weren’t prepared for. Like, 100%.

Imagine his body pressed so close to yours that you feel every tremble & every shudder of his chest. His breath is hot and ragged against your skin, uneven as he pushes deeper, completely lost in the way you feel around him. His focus is entirely on you — on your reactions, the sounds you’re making, the way your body moves with his; nothing else matters at this point. And then, he starts breathing in sharp gasps as he gets closer, the desperation in each exhale making your entirE BODY TINGLE while puffing out an exhausted whine when he feels you react to him.

Goosebumps everywhere. I need a sec ☝🏻🥲

[n0vazsq]

Lucky me | Marc Bernal x Reader

pairing . . . marc bernal x gf!reader

summary . . . Doing a tiktok trend with your boyfriend, Marc

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.9k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . totally didn't change the trend halfway through!! WHY DID THiS TAKE ME LIKE 6 HRS TO WRITE THE SHIT??? idk i kinda hated it ALSO I DID NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON MY PE TEACHER!!!!! DID NOT!!!!!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

. . . "Okay, so we’re doing the trend, yeah?"

Marc looked way too pleased with himself as he sat on your couch, his phone propped against his knee. You were sitting beside him, one leg tucked under the other as you rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today.

"Yes," you muttered. "But we're doing it the actual way."

Marc snorted, giving you a look that said absolutely not. "You do realize the entire point of the trend is that we don’t listen, and we judge, right? It’s comedy gold. I’ll even act shocked for dramatic effect. Get us an Oscar worthy performance."

"That’s not the point-"

"It is now."

You groaned, flopping against the back of the couch as he smirked, clearly enjoying how worked up you were getting. He leaned toward you with a grin, his face far too close for comfort. "You’re stalling."

"I’m not stalling," you shot back.

"Then say it," he teased, sing songing the words. "Confess your little secret, and let me judge away."

You shot him a glare, narrowing your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. "You’re way too excited about this."

"You’re way too nervous." Marc tilted his head, his tone softening just slightly. "What, are you afraid I’ll actually judge you?"

You knew he wouldn’t, not really, but Marc teasing you was always a battle. He was relentless when he had the upper hand, and you could already feel your face warming.

"Fine," you huffed. "Let’s get it over with."

Marc grinned and leaned back, holding up his phone as if he were a director cueing his star actress. "And….action!"

You stared at him flatly before finally sighing and giving in. "We listen-"

Marc interrupted immediately, his voice dropping into an exaggerated serious tone as he mimicked you. "We listen…."

"…but we don’t judge."

Marc’s expression lit up like Christmas morning, and you could already see the teasing words forming on his lips.

"Okay, okay," you said quickly, pointing a finger at him. "Promise you’ll be nice."

"I will not promise that."

"Marc."

"Fine, I’ll try. Go on."

You bit the inside of your cheek before muttering under your breath. "When I was younger, I….I had a crush on my PE teacher."

The room fell silent for a moment as Marc blinked, processing. You dared a glance at him, instantly regretting it when his lips curled into the most dramatic smirk you’d ever seen.

"Oh, this is gold," he breathed, sitting up straighter. "Your PE teacher? You? The most unathletic person I know?"

"Shut up!" you groaned, shoving his shoulder, but Marc was already cackling.

"This is better than I expected," he continued, ignoring your protests. "Did you think he’d, what- teach you how to climb a rope and then sweep you off your feet?”

"I hate you."

"Not true," Marc replied smoothly, his eyes glinting. "You like me a lot, actually. Love me, even."

You picked up a throw pillow, fully intending to smack him with it, but Marc grabbed it first, holding it hostage as he leaned toward you. "Wait, wait….was he at least good-looking?"

You stared at him, speechless. "Are you serious?"

"I’m serious. I need the details now."

You groaned, trying to grab the pillow, but Marc yanked it just out of your reach, laughing. "Stop dodging!" he teased. "Tall? Short? Beard? I’m picturing a really grumpy gym teacher here, by the way. Like the whistle around the neck type."

"You’re the worst person I know. And besides I won't need someone tall when I'm dating a skyscraper," you muttered, face burning.

Marc lowered his voice, leaning closer again as his teasing grin softened into something gentler. "That height thing was unneeded. No, but really, cute little PE teacher crush? That’s actually adorable."

You looked away, muttering, "Don’t make it sound worse than it is."

"I’m not," he said, his tone quieter now. "It’s just funny how you get so worked up over nothing."

"It’s not nothing," you shot back, glaring at him halfheartedly. "You’re a menace."

Marc shrugged, his grin returning as he tossed the pillow aside. "You make it too easy. I can’t not tease you."

"You don’t see me teasing you about your secrets."

"That’s because I’m perfect, and you’d never find anything to tease me about," he replied, brushing his hair away in a dramatic act.

"Oh, please."

Marc laughed, the sound low and warm as he shook his head. "Fine, fine. Go ahead. I’ll give you one shot. What’s my secret?"

You paused, narrowing your eyes. "You cry during rom coms."

His confident expression faltered for half a second before he scoffed. "That’s not even-"

"You do!"

Marc pointed at you accusingly. "Okay, no. You’re deflecting."

"I’m not-"

"Yes, you are. Because you’re still embarrassed about Mr. PE Teacher."

"Marc."

"Yes?" he said in a sweet tone, batting his eyelashes at you.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You froze for half a second, his words hanging in the air between you. Marc didn’t move, didn’t smirk, didn’t add anything else, just looked at you, his expression unreadable now.

Your pulse quickened, heat creeping up your neck as you opened your mouth to reply. "I-"

Before you could finish, Marc reached out, cupping your face with his hand as he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft at first, gentle, like he was testing the waters, but it was enough to make you completely speechless.

Your eyes widened, your breath catching in your throat as his thumb brushed lightly against your cheek. For a moment, you didn’t move, frozen under the weight of the kiss and the warmth of his touch.

And then you melted.

Your hands, which had been clutching the couch cushion for dear life, relaxed as you reached up, your fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Marc smiled against your lips, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss just slightly.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your heart racing as you stared at him, wide eyed.

Marc grinned softly, his thumb still tracing lazy circles against your cheek. "That shut you up, didn’t it?"

You blinked at him, your voice barely above a whisper. "You did not just…"

"Oh, I did," he replied, his grin widening as his eyes searched yours. "Worked pretty well, too."

"You’re unbelievable," you muttered, though your voice lacked any hint of annoyance.

Marc tilted his head, his smile softening as he leaned his forehead against yours. "You love it."

You stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "I hate how much I do."

He pulled back just enough to look at you properly, his expression turning more serious now, still playful, but softer around the edges. "For what it’s worth," he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "I think your PE teacher had good taste."

You groaned, shoving his chest lightly as Marc laughed, the sound ringing through the room. "You just ruined it!"

"No, I didn’t," he shot back, catching your hand before you could push him again. He laced his fingers with yours, holding your hand in his as he grinned down at you. "Admit it. You’re smiling."

You rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you completely. "You’re insufferable."

"And yet…." Marc trailed off, giving you a knowing look.

"Yes, yes," you muttered, unable to hide the warmth in your voice. "I still love you."

Marc smiled, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, like he wasn’t in any rush. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours once more, his voice low and teasing.

"Lucky me."

Marc didn’t let go, even as the moment stretched on, his fingers still lightly grazing your cheek. He seemed content to just look at you. Like he was trying to process what just happened, or maybe just trying to burn it into his memory.

"You’re quiet," he teased softly, his lips quirking up at one corner. "Did I finally manage to shut you up?"

You blinked, the haze of the kiss still lingering, before narrowing your eyes at him. "Don’t get cocky."

Marc chuckled, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline again. "Oh, I’m not. I’m just, how do you say it, impressed."

You swatted at his chest lightly, though it only made him grin wider. "Stop it."

"What? It’s true!" Marc leaned back just enough to give you some space, though his hand still lingered on yours. "I had this whole plan to get you to stop talking, and it worked. Perfectly."

"You didn’t plan that," you shot back, trying to ignore the way your heart was still racing.

He tilted his head, feigning thoughtfulness. "Maybe not exactly like that, but… I’m not complaining about how it turned out."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet you’re still here," he replied smoothly, his grin softening into something gentler. "Which I’m very grateful for, by the way."

Your teasing retort caught in your throat as his words settled, his sincerity catching you off guard. You felt his thumb trace lightly over the back of your hand again, grounding you.

"I meant it," he murmured, his tone softer now. "Everything I said earlier. You drive me crazy sometimes, but…in the best way. I’d sit through a thousand of those dumb trends with you if it means I get to see you laugh like that."

Your cheeks burned at his confession, and you looked down at your lap, suddenly shy. "Stop making me blush."

"Not a chance," Marc said with a low laugh, his hand gently tilting your chin back up so you’d meet his gaze. "I like it when you blush."

"Why?" you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smirked, though his eyes stayed impossibly soft. "Because it means I’m doing something right."

Before you could respond, Marc leaned in again, brushing another kiss against your lips. It was brief this time, just a soft, lingering touch that left you breathless all over again. When he pulled back, his smile was wider than ever, his thumb brushing along your cheek one last time.

"You know," he murmured, his voice teasing again, "if you want to keep practicing that trend, I’m happy to keep judging you."

You let out a small laugh, pushing him playfully as he leaned back with a dramatic groan, clutching his chest like you’d wounded him.

"You’re impossible," you said, shaking your head.

"And yet, you’re still here," Marc repeated, his eyes twinkling as he leaned just close enough to brush his forehead against yours. "So what does that say about you, hm?"

You smiled, your cheeks still flushed as you whispered back, "It says I’m just as impossible as you are."

Marc grinned, stealing another quick kiss before finally pulling away completely, though his hand stayed tangled in yours. "Good," he said, his voice low and soft. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

And neither would you.

[luuvprincess]

We listen and we don't judge

Summary: Renae forces Armando do a TikTok Challenge

We listen and we don't judge

❀RENAE❀

I was laying at one end of the couch with my feet rested Armando's lap while he was playing the game with Reggie. I was going back and forward between TikTok and Instagram just scrolling sending reels and TikTok's to my friends.

"Oh my gosh babe we have to do this Challenge." I said sitting up showing Armando a video. He wasn't fully paying attention. "Bae watch the video." I said.

"Mami I'm trying to focus your gonna get me killed." He says pushing my hand away. "Fuck see Bebé I told you." He said pointing at the tv. I looked at him like he as crazy. "I'm sorry princesa." He says.

"Oh okay." I said. He took my phone watching the video. "What am I watching?"

"Basically we say something funny and embarrassing about each other." I explained. "Please it'll be fun." I begged.

"Okay fine." He says then processes to let Reggie know he was getting off. I set the phone up on the coffee table starting the video. "Okay I'll go first so that you have a idea on how it works but at the beginning we both have to say We listen and we don't judge ." I tell him.

"Okay." He says. I start the video after thinking about what I was gonna say.

"Ready?" I asked looking over my shoulder at him. He nods his head and i hit record.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Sometimes when we get into a disagreement I use your card and I door dash myself food and I don't get you nothing." I said. He immediately side eyed me and let out sigh.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Once I set my phone up and records us doing it." He says. I gasped shocked at what he said.

"ARMANDO!" I yelled. He laughed shrugging his shoulders.

"You wanna see?" He asked pulling his phone out.

"When the fuck did you have time to do that? And Why?" I asked.

"We don't judge Bebé." He says.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"When I'm at work I watch you through the cameras on the phone to see what you be doing." I said.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I zone out sometimes when your talking to me." He says.

"Asshole." I mumbled.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I make you mad sometimes just so you can be rough with me in bed." I said.

"If that's how you want it Princesa why not just ask? Close mouth don't get fed." He says with a smirk. I blushed hiding my face.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I keep a pair of your panties in my car." He says.

"Oh my god yo-your doing a lot of judging." He says cutting me off.

"You right we don't judge." I said.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I thought about bringing you in to police station one time when you didn't wanna cook for me." I said.

"Wow." He says.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I purposely make you mad because I like the way you look when your angry." He said.

"Your such a asshole." I said with a smile.

"You love me princesa it's okay." He said. I laughed ending the video. "We done now?" He asked.

"Yes you can get back your game." I said as I got up. He pulled me on his lap.

"So you wanted to turn me in you little brat." He said smacking my ass and giving it a squeeze I let out a small quiet moan.

"It was one time." I said.

"Naughty Naughty Girl." He said and kissed me.

Heyy I hope yall enjoyed this cute little short story. <3