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charleemoon · 12 hours ago
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i don't even care i think it's important that autistic people are able to also communicate nuance and ambiguity. "hey to be clear, i am saying something that i DON'T want you to fully be able to understand because i am withholding information for my own sake and purposes. i want you to understand that so you know your confusion is an intended effect of my statement." hate /hj all you want but me and her are best friends and braid each others hair
/hj is the funniest earnest tonetag in the world even without the handjob joke because it's ostensibly meant to clarify tone for autistic people, but the tone it's clarifying is "unreadable level of ambiguous seriousness that requires social context beyond what text can convey /glhffgt"
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sevastiel · 3 days ago
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So was anyone gonna tell me that there are ambient Solaris lines REFERENCING INTERACTING WITH DUVIRI or was I just supposed to get jump scared by this myself
(Quick Link to wiki)
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How long was the Zariman punching into Duviri? Is that why Thrax had to take such dramatic measures, because there literally was a way out and it was right there the whole time??????????
WHAT DO YOU MEAN A CORPUS SHIP WENT I N T O DUVIRI TO MAKE A DELIVERY?????????????????????????????????///
I think Imma start tweaking tbh
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pendulouspuppyudders · 3 days ago
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i know i got nuked for saying this but it's still on my mind cuz i just can't get over how much i feel about how little of transfem history is preserved.. like transmascs will pass around their little "lesbian dressed as a man" idols from scattered points in history and dig up their entire history to the tune of thousands of notes. i haven't seen a single figure even close to that in transfem circles and part of that is we often dont care to mythologize our ancestors into great men unaffected by the pressures of their time but also because... they aren't there, few historical texts care to remember us. we have like.. marsha and the joke abt temple priestesses and that's it. and it's not like transfem history is completely barren but it is so significantly unkept that we really do have very little in the way of historical transfem figures we can look back on (don't lecture me abt applying modern labels transmascs do this to every lesbian pirate in history and nobody argues with them)
not that i want to do what transmascs do with their history, i've judged that behavior before, how it becomes the creation of a flattened and totalizing mythology that feels more like fandom than actually keeping any kind of trans history in tact. i don't want a transfem pirate from 400 years ago to become blorbo of the week but i do want her story to be kept and accessible. i want transfem history to not be shuffled into a corner that hides its existence and disconnects us from time. part of that is just loss of knowledge, our stories are not kept safe the way others are especially through colonization. most colonized people have their transfems, by whichever name they have for us, erased from their culture by their colonizers. and no i'm not saying that doesn't happen to transmasc history because it definitely has, but again, there's a reason we know about a european transmasc pirate more than we know about any transfem. the degree of loss is what i weep over
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blkkizzat · 5 hours ago
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IF U WANT MY BABY—U KNOW IMMA DRIVE U MAD.ᐟ
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꒰ა NANAMI KENTO X BIMBO!READER ໒꒱
꒰ა summary ໒꒱ : is it really baby-trapping if you both want a baby?
꒰ა cw ໒꒱ : heavy manipulation, heavy smut, edging, begging, breeding, baby trapping, slightly yandere Nanami, drugging kinda lol, cock drunk, pussy drunk, bunny/bimbo reader. ꒰ა a/n ໒꒱ : been getting alot of asks here and ao3 about p3 of the nursery. with everything going on, i dont have the focus to write it cause the next part is gonna be gaggy and theres alot of loose ends to be tied. but i've been thinking about baby trapping too much lately, actually non-stop and since i can't write toji baby trapping, nanami is the next best thing! ꒰ა wc ໒꒱ : 3073
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Baby-trapping Nanami...so you don't care when he can't find the condoms that are usually in the bedside table—especially when your body is currently vibrating with the aftershocks of his skillful tongue from what seems like hours of tortuous foreplay.
Yet, ever the gentlemen, Nanami pauses, asking if you want him to stop and see if he left them downstairs.
Instantly, tears well in your eyes and you're sputtering, groping the air at him with grabby hands.
"J-Just forget 'em— n-need you b-bad K-Ken!”
Maybe a little too eagerly, you manage to sit up, hands reaching for the firm flesh of Nanami’s muscular hips—too broad to fully grasp in your small palms. Your sweat-slick fingers nearly slip off his skin as you weakly tug him closer, guiding him toward you with a soft, breathless urgency.
Fuck. The. Condoms.
To be honest, they weren't in the drawer anyway.
And you know that.
You know that because you're the one who tossed them outside earlier—into your neighbors trash bin two doors down of all places too, for good measure.
A fleeting thought occurs in this moment though, that you might have caused irreconcilable problems if either the husband or wife of the couple found them and accused the other of cheating.
But again, the thought truly is fleeting as holding a single thought is much too difficult when Nanami is tentatively dipping his swollen cockhead in and out of your pussy. Gathering up the syrupy nectar already flowing from your cunny, his thick bulbous tip swipes back up through your folds to forcefully push into your clit.
"H-Hurry n'put it in raw, K-Ken!"
Because that's exactly what you wanted.
TAP!
TAP!
TAP!
Yet the only answer you receive is the wet squelching slaps of Nanami continuously bullying your soaked puffy bud with his length. Each sharp, soggy tap making a random limb of yours twitch in pleasure, you stomach knots up in anticipation as you wither underneath the shadow of his hulking form over you.
Simply put: You're a mess.
Already teetering on the edge, your body thrums with need. You whimper, hips wiggling upward in a silent plea, hoping his slick, precum-slicked cock—already glistening with your juices—might catch on your fluttering entrance and slip inside. But to your dismay, one of his massive hands—easily strong enough to pin you down—holds you firmly in place, denying you even that.
"Aht-Aht... That's a bit reckless... don't you think, my sweet doll?"
The way your face immediately crumbs into a petulant pout causes rich, dark chuckles to spill from Nanami's lips which only deepens your dismay.
Fuck!
Your plan was to get him too turned on, too eager to sink into your open, wet, and willing hole that he wouldn't be the perfect-cautious-selfless boyfriend and just raw you. However, your plan spectacularly backfired—because now he’s just aching to take his time and ruin you thoroughly instead.
The sheets dampened dark with your arousal is proof enough. Instead, you're the one on your back, too wound up from his probing fingers causing your slick to overflow and pool on your thighs countless times already tonight.
You’re so lost in the pleasure-drenched stupor clouding your senses that you completely miss the sly glint buried beneath the stormy lust in Nanami’s eyes.
Nanami is well aware you are so desperate for his hard pulsing cock inside of you that protection is the furthest thing from your mind, even if he hadn't gotten you so spectacularly fucked out on foreplay alone.
Frankly, Nanami had known since last week that his deceitful, slutty little princess was trying to get pregnant. To his surprise, you’d been attempting it all on your own—sneaking extra prenatal vitamins behind his back like a brat.
Keyword: Extra.
Nanami who is also baby-trapping you...because he'd already been slipping you a daily dose of prenatals in your morning smoothie he makes you before you'd run out the door for work.
You hate breakfast so early in the morning, so Nanami makes you an extra caloric nutrient-dense smoothie in order to prepare your body for the baby. Breakfast, of course, is the most important meal of the day and what kind of responsible family figurehead would he be if he let you skip it?
However what frustrates Nanami is he'd truly have no idea how desperate you aref or his kids if he hadn't taken it upon himself to peek inside your weekly pill dispenser to make sure none of the vitamins you were already taking were harmful to pregnancy.
To Nanami's utter shock, you'd actually wanted his children.
You were sly, he'd give you that.
You never outright bought a prenatal vitamin.
But you had enough of the various individual supplements inside of one. Of course, it would simply look like you were just overly health-conscious to anyone who hadn't done extensive research on the nutrients and hormones needed to succeed in getting pregnant—which of course Nanami had done, going to the best pharmacist in the area for a special compound blend.
Nothing but the best for the future mother of his children.
Nevertheless, Nanami still relishes in this moment.
Drawing out agonizing cries from you with just his cock prodding in and out your twitching cunt that's desperate to be plugged and filled. Your fluttering muscles grip him eagerly, just short of being able to suck him in, thrills him just as your needy whimpers do.
"But K-Kennnnnn!"
"Shhh, now quiet, my love... you'll know I'll satisfy you even if its not with my cock."
Nanami's threats are empty of course, but you didn't know that.
You needed a taste of your own medicine.
Did you even know what you put him through?
This was your punishment.
How could you know badly he wanted to openly breed you?
How much he'd been fiending to throw you in to a mating press and repeatedly fuck his seed into you?
Nanami had always gritted his teeth to keep from growling the filth he truly wanted to say when your silky cunny gripped his cock just right, milking him like it was made for it. He wasn’t getting any younger—and the thought of how much seed he’d wasted in condoms over the last year gnawed at him. All that cum, when he could’ve been spilling it straight into your fertile little womb where it belonged.
But most importantly—did you know how much he'd beaten himself up for wanting to do it?
Nanami had debated for sometime now on broaching the subject of kids with you, but he couldn't be selfish when you are so excited for your new and already thriving career.
He was the older one.
The one whom by other's opinions probably should have already had a few kids running around by now.
Yet he'd never even wanted them—until he found you.
Nanami only wanted kids with you and he wanted them now.
He couldn't wait.
Now when his proverbial clock was so ticking loudly in his ears and the only therapy he needed to cease his fears of mortality was to fill your womb with his children. Now all Nanami can envision is how beautiful you would look, belly full, glowing even brighter than you do now—hot and needy under him.
Nanami's thoughts, which used to be filled with boardroom meetings and hedge funds, now race with how exactly to child-proof the 4 extra bedrooms in his home. For sometime now he's been building intricate plans on how to convert them into various children's rooms and a nursery.
He's been longing to do it together with you though, just itching to consult you on the wallpaper color schemes and wood types for the crib.
Sure he's being selfish.
But Nanami could provide—and isn't that what really mattered?
Nanami had already amassed a fortune from a very long and fruitful business. He'd gladly be a stay at home dad so you could resume your career, with zero pressures as to finances, as soon as you were on your feet again.
And you would be too, eventually—once you gave him at least 3 or 4 children to keep him young and on his toes while you were busy being a powerful career woman.
Yet now that Nanami knew his naughty bunny was purposefully trying to get knocked up—poking holes in the condoms for an accidental pregnancy simply wasn't doing enough anymore.
Not when his devious baby girl was already trying so hard to have his.
"Puhleaseeee K-Kento!"
Snapping him from his deranged daze, your smaller hand wraps around his wrist, sliding up his arm to scrape your kitten nails along his biceps. Nanami looks down at the well of tears now overflowing from your flushed cheeks. Your lip quivers as you're still begging, moaning pleas all the while for him to give you his cock. The very cock that is now drenched, dripping with your juices and his pre just from just a bit of mindless rubbing.
You're so close to falling to complete and utter pieces—and truly, that's Nanami's ultimate goal—to break you.
Nanami wants to push you beyond your limits until you're frantically confessing how much you wanted him to impregnate you all this time. Nanami could then keep you on your back, legs spread wide—forcibly chain to the bed, if necessary—until you were with his child.
Tease you until you begged him to dump inside of you over and over, however many times was needed, until his seed finally took.
You must think it's all your idea first after all.
It's the only way Nanami would be able to live with himself for wanting to trap you in the first place.
With not much warning besides a gruff grunt, Nanami swiftly thrusts forward—plunging his cock inside your suffocatingly slick warmth until he is hitting deep into the back of your cunt, fat tip squishing up against your cervix.
The very womb where his child would soon be growing.
You gasp out a breathless cry, the wind knocked from your lungs as your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling into your skull. Your legs coil around him tightly, clinging to him like you’re terrified he might pull away—still lost in that ecstasy-drunk haze that believes he might have second thoughts and pull out.
But little do you know Nanami can feel it—how your slick is thicker, richer, syrupy with ovulation. Your needy cunt practically melts around his cock, already creaming so much that it dribbles down his base to pool at his balls.
Clear signs that your body is ready to be bred.
The extra viscous drippings are stickier against both of your perspiring bodies that are slamming together at increasing frenzy as Nanami picks up speed.
He's usually one to talk you through it, gently build a pace so your body can adjust, but the feel of your ultra sensitive, quivering pussy along with the dense smell of sweet hormones in the air is driving Nanami into a wild frenzy.
You whine at the loss of body heat when Nanami pulls back slightly, but he has a primal need to see you impregnated in real time. The way your sweet pussy splits open so well on his girth, welcoming him and sucking him in deeper has Nanami groaning out nonsensical praises for you and your tight-soon-to-be-a-mommy pussy.
Nanami's big hands travel up your curves to press down on your belly causing you to keen sharply in pleasure. If you could pry your eyes from the back of your head, or register any other feeling than his massive length drilling into you—you may have noticed the way Nanami's hands are practically worshiping the flesh over your womb.
Cupping it, molding it and rubbing the soft chub of your stomach with his thumbs, watching your cute lil’ belly button dip and contract as he feels his own length through the walls of muscles plunging into you even deeper.
The room feels like a sauna now as hot sweat drips from Nanami's face onto yours and he's biting his lip in order to keep from drooling onto you and losing complete control.
The unintentional consequence of it all is that he’s riled himself up beyond reason—his grip on control slipping fast. He meant to fuck you into submission, but the moment he sheathed his cock in your fertile, gooey heat, he lost—completely pussy drunk.
So utterly obsessed with the way your body is already changing, softening, ripening to carry a child, he hasn’t even fucked a confession out of you yet and he just might cum any second now.
Yet Nanami can't stop to edge you now even if he wanted, it would be far more impossible for him—not when your womb is so ripe, so warm and fertile—is just begging to be impregnated.
You can feel Nanami's thick cock pulsing hard against your walls as he grinds deeper against your cervix, his hands finally leaving your stomach to grip your ass, angling your hips up off the bed in the most perfect way to directly shoot his seed into you.
Willing your eyes open, you catch a glimpse of just how pussy drunk Nanami is at the moment. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and using your pussy like a personal fleshlight. Squeezing down on him tighter you feel the blunt edges of his nails dig deeper into your ass cheeks.
Did your plan work after all?
He certainly didn't look like a man ready to pull out right now.
Wanting to seal the deal, you bite your lip, timing your finisher for the exact moment your orgasm crests—when your pussy clenches down around him, vice-tight and trembling with need.
Your hands hover instinctively over your womb, drawing his gaze as your squeaky moans grow needier, slurred with pleasure.
“S’ohhh g-good K-Kennn!”
One hand leaves the soaked bedsheets to trace a shaky finger down your sweat-slicked belly, circling right over where you want it most—right over your womb.
“C-Cum in me… right here D-Daddy, kay?”
And yeah. That did it.
Nanami growls as he cums hard—buckets spilling deep inside you, cock twitching violently with each pulse of white-hot fluids painting your walls and filling your belly.
You’d never called him Daddy before now.
Nanami suspected it sat on the tip of your tongue, but you’d always held back—too shy, too coy. Not anymore. Now, you’re debased, ruined, fucked down to your rawest instincts of procreation.
It’s not the full confession Nanami craved, but it’s close enough—for now.
Your own release detonates in pulsing waves from the pleasure of feeling him cum inside. Electric sparks shatter through you as stars bloom behind your eyelids. Heavily panting, your body is utterly spent beneath Nanami, still gushing around his cock—grasping his length so tight you nearly push him back out. 
Yet Nanami’s cock still nestled deep in your swollen, oversensitive pussy that is greedy for more, spasming and milking every drop of his load, your womb refusing to let a drop go to waste. You’re so deliriously happy at the thought of being pregnant from this—so absolutely cock-drunk—that if you could catch your breath, you’d giggle.
Nanami watches you struggle to even move, your chest rising and falling in uneven pants, and fuck, he feels it again—that deep, gut-level need to keep you here, keep you stuffed, keep you full. He already knows one load isn’t enough, not when you’re still squeezing around him, like your pussy doesn’t want to let him go either.
Yet relcutantly Nanami presses a kiss to your damp forehead before pulling out with a wet, obscene squelch, groaning as his cum leaks out of your twitching hole, pooling between your folds like it belongs there. He admires it for a moment, pushing a little back in before going to the adjoining bathroom to get a warm cloth to wipe you down. 
When Nanami returns, you whimper at the sensation of the terry cloth brushing over your still-hypersensitive skin. Nanami wipes you down gently, though a knowing smirk tugs at his lips when you squirm and swat his hand away the moment he dares to touch between your legs.
“No, m’too sensitive…” 
You pout, squirming away from the damp cloth.
In truth, it’s not just the sensitivity—you just don’t want him wiping away any precious lil swimmers that might still be making their way to your womb.
“Just my legs and tummy are fine, Daddy…”
Nanami suppresses a smirk, already knowing why. 
“No problem, my love.” 
Humming softly, Nanami kisses your ankle as he finishes and folds the washcloth away.
You smile a sweet sheepish smile at him.
“Oh and um, m’kinda hungry too…”
God, you’re spoiled rotten.
Nanami knows it’s sill much too early, even after a good fuck for you to be hungry.  You’re just trying to get rid of him. He knows exactly what you’ll do the moment he’s out of sight—he’s nearly walked in on you doing it before. Just like always, you’ll prop your legs up against the headboard, ever the superstitious little thing. 
Nanami huffs a quiet laugh, already picturing it: you, still trembling, your pussy leaking and twitching, wearing that blissed-out, cumdrunk smile better than the finest couture gowns he’s bought you. 
But you won’t do it until he leaves—you never do. 
So with one last glance over at his shoulder at your beautifully fucked out form on the bed, he runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair and heads toward the kitchen.
Nanami’s determined to feed you regardless of if you're actually hungry. If you’re planning to raise his child, you’ll need your strength—and any chance to nourish you, he’ll take it.
And you need your supplement too, just to give nature a little extra push.
It’s Saturday, so this time he’ll mix it into the pancake batter. Nanami will bring you breakfast in bed, making sure you eat every last bite—none the wiser—while sipping the fresh juice he always makes just for you. All the while, he’ll be stretching out your sore, well-used limbs beneath the sheets.
Because Nanami isn’t actually going to let you leave the bed anytime soon.
He’s going to fuck at least three more loads into you before noon, after all.
Plenty of time to drag that confession out of you—make you admit you’ve been trying to get pregnant all along.
And if you don’t? Well.
Nanami smiles to himself, flipping the stove burner on.
You’re not leaving that bed until you do.
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꒰ა a/n ໒꒱ : wanted to get this out before i left but it didn't work out. im actually on the plane rn. sorry if there are errors I will fix when i get some downtime. landing in amsterdam then 4hr layover until we get to portugal! follow me over on my main/personal @punanami if you want updates on that.
please reblog and leave me nice comments to look at while im on vaycay <3
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pezpenser205 · 2 days ago
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no bc youre so right and you have no idea how painful it is to Make a post like this and then see people going "except for x thing" in two different ways that are completely ignoring your point
1. equating tolerating your friends liking problematic media to tolerating bigotry, or that friend being a proud tesla owner, etc. they should know damn well i wasnt talking about those things when i bring up examples like hazbin hotel and taylor swift. these are full grown adults that should understand that one is significantly more serious. "except for if your friend likes nazis" okay well i didnt say that ! literally anywhere ! <3
2. basically going "except for [annoying/problematic but harmless thing]" like south park or homestuck, basically just ignoring what i said to protect their feelings so they dont have to confront that theyre a douche like ive had to.
not liking something and being uncomfortable is not equal to violence. its your job to know where the line is between not really liking what your friend is into and not liking your friends personality + beliefs and theres a HUGE gap between "fan of minorly problematic media that has no widespread effect, but otherwise an ally" and "conservative/nazi"
if any of these people tried to pull this chronically online bullcrap irl everyone would hate them, but none of these people actually have irl friends so i dont expect them to understand that when youre mean to people over dumb shit even though theyre kind to you it makes Everyone not like you. this is obvious to people with good relationships with our families and friends, but for the average tumblr user whose support system consists of a computer and a venemous hatred of cringy queer preteens they literally cannot comprehend being friends with someone who enjoys something they dont like or find minorly problematic because theyve conditioned themselves to get unwarrantedly mad at stupid shit. it takes one to know one. used to be one of them and it sucked + was miserable.
theres a huge difference between liking elon musk and listening to taylor swift but for some reason people on this site will get equally mad at both of those people when irl shit just doesnt work like that. you cant check someones dni or immediately see that theyre a fan of something you dont like before you vibe with them and are already friends unless theyre wearing merch or something. my bad for valuing things other than consumption when thinking about friendships i guess (obvious sarcasm).
all of this mess just to say youve gotta pick your battles. ts aint that serious.
im sorry but when you grow up and interact with people irl youre gonna have friends where you dont fw their tastes. sometimes youre gonna meet someone chill whos also a hazbin hotel fan or have a really nice coworker that likes taylor swift and youre gonna need to mind your business and shut the fuck up or youre gonna be real lonely
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gunsatthaphan · 22 hours ago
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nah sorry but this is pissing me tf off. not that ohmleng were my favorite pair but I did like them and if this is because of those fckass ON haters (or even other haters) then im sorry but???? gmmtv knew about this, this has been going on since before Kidnap even aired so a) why set them up as a pair, cast them in not one but TWO new projects, give them merch and all that if you can't handle a few butthurt mfs and b) why not take some action against this bs???? FFS. and this isn't even the first incident. like maybe take some time to think and do some market research or prognosis or whatever before you go back and forth with your pairs and most importantly take better care of your artists. smh.
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ganondoodle · 2 days ago
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*lies on the ground*
'does it ever get better?' (<- just spent 6 hours of free time trying to draw the blorbos, failing)
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i often feel like i shouldnt even show throw away sketches like these as if it would damage my image somehow (like there is one to damage in the first place lol) but then again i think ... i am trying so hard you guys, it just only works out like 10% of the time, i so wish i had more to show
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javierduffy · 3 days ago
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different.
#can’t help but recognize how kieran is a fantastic unspoken representation of autism#i see a lot of myself in him and the way that he is so isolated and lonely and yet cannot help but perform and find solace in his daily#routines is so heartbreaking in its own way to me. like no matter what you do or where you are you have no choice but to be yourself and fun#nction the only way you know how and it will never not be vastly different from everyone else. and when you’re surrounded by people who DONT#like you and will not accommodate and are not at all willing or curious in understanding WHY you are the way you are you’re left to just ….#live in your own head forever. i’m certain kieran thinks many wonderous things and sees the world in a beautiful light and i know this becau#se i am autistic myself and because of that i see the world in colours that neurotypical people will never comprehend but we’re never allowe#d to see the world through kieran’s eyes. we are never allowed to see where his heart rests or the poetry he waxes or what he believes or wh#at his triggers are or what’s a stim and what’s just habit or anything. anything. the breeze sounds different to him and he can hear birds f#or miles and the sun makes every hair on his arms tingle and that’s why he wears layers everywhere and every green he sees sings a beautiful#song to him and yet we’ll never know. because he is too different even for the van der linde gang. he is incomprehensible to them and he doe#s all of his 4/5 daily tasks over and over and over again and while he would always do them and will always do them because they are innate#to him no one will ever know just what they mean to him. no one will ever know that kieran duffy can distinguish the horses behind him by th#eir breathing cadences behind him as he scrubs the spare saddle with the sun high above his head and he can know when something is wrong bec#ause he can hear it. no one will ever know that he CAN read but the only thing he’s interested in is books about wildlife and horses and fis#h in particular and no one will ever know because he knows no one will ever understand or even care and if they do they’ll be sure to make#it a point to tell him how DIFFERENT he is. and realistically even if the vdl’s DID come around to liking him he STILL would NEVER be unders#tood. i know for certain he would always be described as odd and despite its new affectionate approach he would still be the odd one out wit#h his daily routines and his texture preferences and his inability to make eye contact and his erratic seemingly random triggers and his#anxiety that seems to have a mind of its own. no one would ever know how bright the tree leaves are in his eyes or how every horse smells di#fferent or why sometimes it’s more fun to reel his rod in over and over instead of actually catching a fish. he will always be …. different.#sorry. novel moment. he means a lot to me.#i’m not super happy with how he looks in these but i’m just trying to draw more :’) i always say that but i always mean it too#also if my novel makes no sense then just ignore it. it’s late and my head hurts. i tend to get tangential#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#kieran duffy#image#art#hero draws sometimes
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sirxlla · 14 hours ago
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Accidentally Hitting Them In The Balls/Them Accidentally Hitting You In The Boobs
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Note: Not Proofread or Check Grammer (I would today but its my birthday and I dont wanna.
Dick: "No, I promise I can get it open. Just hold the bottom of it." He was helping you open a pickle jar that almost seemed superglued shut.
"Are you sure you got it, Hun? It's not a big deal, it's a pickle." You said as you held onto the jar as he pulled and squeezed at the lid. At this point, you weren't even sure you wanted a pickle anymore after such a hassle.
"You want a pickle, you get a pickle." He said as he pulled the lid off and somehow simultaneously hit you in the boobs. Your face turned bright red, as did his, you two were just friends, and he hadn't ever grabbed you like that before.
"Ummm...." He started to short-circuit like a phone that had been dropped in the kitchen sink.
"Cop a feel, why don'tcha?" You teased him, and his face got even redder. He liked you, but right now, he's trying not to burst into flames due to embarrassment.
"I wasn't trying to cop- I mean, I am a cop, but I- I- Um...Pickle?" He held up the fork with the freshly skewered pickle, and as you took it, he quickly put the lid back on the pickles and opened the fridge door before pretending to browse the fridge until you left the room. It took him about thirty minutes for the blood that rushed to his face to leave.
Jason: "No, tighten this one, Babygirl." He instructed you as you tried your best to fix up your Chevy Impala you found at an auction a few weeks ago.
You attempted to tighten the bolt on the bottom of the vehicle but quickly realized you grabbed the wrong wrench. 'Oh. No problem, I'll just get the other one.' You thought before you slid out and went to get up, effectively teabagging yourself with Jason's boys. You were trying to be quick so you hit them a little too hard with your head. If you asked Jason to recount it right now he'd remember it like those X-Rays you get when you play Mortal Kombat.
He groaned and held onto the hood of the car, leaning over it, just trying to handle the pain in his groin. He reached down to massage them, and you did your best to apologize, which you were doing profusely.
"I- Um....um...Ice?" You asked even though you knew the answer and you went to get up and slipped and elbowed him in the crotch.
"I'm so sorry! Jason- I-" You didn't know what to do and you didn't want him in any pain.
"Just- Just go get the ice!" He was lying on the floor at this point, gripping his family jewels like the precious cargo they were to him. You quickly ran off to go get ice, but there was none in the fridge, and you were scrambling.
"Ms. L/N, Can I help you find something?" Alfred asked as he noticed your panic and your watery eyes.
"Jason- knee- nutz- ice-" You were so worried and concerned about Jason that you weren't entirely thinking about what you were actually saying, but alas, Alfred put together what you were trying to say. He had gotten good at that after all of the boys and essentially him raising Bruce on his own.
"Ah, you hit Master Todd in the nads? Take the frozen peas in there, they will work better than any ice pack or ice cubes." He said as he directed you to the frozen lentils.
He shook his head with a bit of a smile as you ran back out to the garage. You leaned down next to Jason before gently removing his hands from his boys to place the icepack as softly as you could, holding them for him.
"I'm so sorry, Jay. I- I didn't know you were right there. I thought you were on the other side still." You apologized profusely over and over whilst rubbing his arm with one hand to try to calm the both of you.
"It's okay, I should've told you. It's okay, Princess. Deep breaths. Shhhh...I'm okay, it's okay." Jason knows you didn't mean to, and he definitely was not gonna get mad or angry at you for an accident.
Bruce: You're his assistant, and of course, being his assistant meant you're normally with him regularly when he takes flights, in meetings, etc. The both of you were on a plane, he got off the seats that turned into a bed, and it was all great until there was some serious turbulence. Bruce's hand suddenly reached out for anything he could grab. In this case, that was your ass that caused you to blush and clear your throat.
"Um...I'm sorry, Ms. L/N, I didn't mean anything by it. I- Not that you're ugly, 'cause that most certainly isn't the case; I don't believe I've seen someone so beautiful. I-" He stammers out as his face turns as red as the lobster he ordered.
"I um- sorry, Mr. Wayne. It's entirely my fault for not watching-"
"It isn't, don't take blame for my actions."
You probably sit down before taking a few breaths to try to calm the redness in your face. He's your boss, and you shouldn't be thinking of him this way right now, the only thing you would think about was what was underneath his clothes.
The same thought was on his mind about exactly what you would look like when your clothes were off and how he felt the soft skin of your ass underneath his hands, and how he would love to feel that again. The rest of the flight was silent between you two it was hard to ignore the tension that filled the two seats. After the flight, both of you took a car to the hotel and found out they only booked one room instead of two.
Well, it looks like you're sleeping in the same room as your boss. Even after you had insisted that he sleep on the bed with you because you didn't want him to be uncomfortable he still slept on the couch like a gentleman.
Tim: Tim asked you out on a date, and he chose roller skating even if he hasn't done it in years, and he's definitely out of practice.
"Come on, Slow Poke! I'll race you!" You said as you zoomed past him, skating backward, and the colorful lights lit your face in such beautiful ways. He's distracted as he fights his desire to just continue admiring the look on your face right now. If he could tattoo this moment on the inside of his eyelids he would.
You laughed at the traced look on his face, but before you both knew it, you hit the short partition that blocks the rink from the dining area, and his face was buried deep in your breasts.
He pulled his face from your breasts, and his face was redder than a firetruck, and he began to apologize profusely. You didn't even hear what he was saying with the song on the loudspeaker blasting in your ears. You gently grabbed his face to calm him because his embarrassment was turning into panic and worry.
"Hey, It's okay." You smiled and his heart fluttered before it stopped as soon as your lips pressed against his. His shoulders fell, and he relaxed against you, completely forgetting he had just mashed his face into your boobs on the first date.
Damian: Both you and Damian are drenched in sweat from working out. His black compression shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, and the both of you ready yourselves again. He looks at you. You aren't even remotely ready, you're exhausted and wanna stop but promised him one more round.
Damian goes to flip you onto your ass, but you move, flipping over, and your face somehow ends up firmly planted into his crotch. You move your head and press your cheek to his thigh as you try to catch a breath. You can't see it, but his face is bright red as he fights the erection that his body is forcing on him, as well as the pain from your head hitting him in the crotch.
You can feel it forming underneath you but choose to ignore it to not embarrass you or him; it's better if both of you pretend to be ignorant of the hardness and pain. He breathes trying to put himself at ease.
Damian brings his hand down into your hair to comfort you and himself, more so for himself. The both of you calm your panting breaths slowly, not to rush each other.
"Teabagging myself on you wasn't on my yearly bingo card. You okay?" You asked as you took a break from training on your best friend's lap.
"I didn't imagine I'd have pants on." He jokes before his eyes widen like saucers when he realizes what he says.
"I- Errrr." He stammers a slight bit before quickly snapping his mouth closed again and continuing the silence between you both; you both lay like that until you fall asleep against his thigh, much to his relief. Damian, being the gentleman he is, puts you in his bed, and you wake up surrounded by his silk sheets and warm blanket. It's one of those blankets that just wraps you up like a fireplace; you look at the time and realize he's most likely on patrol now and decide to head to the bathroom to relieve yourself and refresh. Then you change into one of his shirts and socks before crawling back into those sheets.
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ivysprophecy · 1 day ago
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I'll Be Damned
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an: ummm @kimoralov3 gave me a request and we both decided i needed to write it immediately. sorry if its a little whorish LOL. the actual request is from a tumblr post TAGGED HERE AND I WILL TAG THE CREATOR @wttcsms i wanna make sure credit is given where its due. also i got SO CARRIED AWAY the longest thing ive ever written LOL and i started this so long ago i think the original post got deleted, whoops.
warnings: talks about conservative/strict/religious upbringing, purity rings, mentions of weed, loss of virginity, protected sex, mentions of not being on contraceptives, religious talk, mdni 18+, oral fem!recieving
word count: 4373
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you were no saint, that much was certain. god knows if your parents knew you were alone in a boys room with said boy theyd have your head on a stick.
especially if they knew that boy was jj maybank.
your parents werent bad people by any means, they knew not to judge someone based on things out of their control. but in their defense jj had made some questionable choices.
but that was part of his appeal. his charm was his impulsivity, his wit, his knack for excitement.
how he'd decided youd be good friends you have no idea but you couldnt be happier that he had.
or else you wouldnt be sitting in his bed at the chateau with him as he smoked a joint and watched whatever sit com you were currently binging together.
"can I ask you something?" he blurted out of nowhere, his eyes still trained on the small television screen.
your head whipped in his direction at his cautious tone, "shoot," you said curiously. why did he sound so worried?
had you done something wrong?
"whats that ring? on your pinky finger..." he motions with a nod of his head down to your hand that was sitting in your lap, "i know you said its a family thing. does it have a meaning or something?"
oh boy. i hate this talk.
"its uh... its a purity ring... my dad gave it to me at my confirmation last year," he almost choked on his own spit.
"a- a purity ring? i know you said you were religious but damn- i thought those were some kind of fallacy..."
"im so proud of you! you just used 'fallacy' correctly in a sentence!" you said with an exaggerated sense of excitement hoping to change the subject.
you hated being judged for your ring. you saw the looks from boys when they saw it, if they knew what it was. girls teasing you for being a prude.
when in reality it wasnt much of a choice. rationally, you know having sex wouldnt send you into the fiery pits of hell. rationally, you knew that in your faith, heaven was created for sinners who had earned forgiveness and preached love and prosperity and worshipped God. but irrationally... what if your parents were right? your faith was important to you, a key part of how you were raised. you didnt want to become a disappoint by giving into temptation.
but late at night when a certain blond snuck into your thoughts... you wanted to give in. badly.
"i wasnt judging you, i was just a lil shocked alright? i didnt know you were that serious about all that," hed held up his hands in defense trying to calm your nerves on the sensitive subject.
"honestly?" you turn to face him with a shameful look on your face, a pink hue covering your cheeks perfectly, "sometimes i dont think i am. or- that my values and beliefs dont really line up like that."
"what do you mean?"
"just that. i dont think purity matters THAT much ya know? and forgiveness is there for a reason. that having sex doesnt mean im not a good person. right?"
jj chuckled lowly, "mama if that were true id be considered down right satanic."
you couldnt hide your laughter after his comment either. hes just so infectious. clearly with the way thoughts of him had been invading your mind lately.
"its not just that- then the insecurity comes along with it, even if i changed my mind everyone already knows about it. no guy would ever wanna sleep with me. unless its some kind of weird kink thing and i dont think my religion should be fetishized-"
"are you kidding me?"
"um... no? im not really comfortable with that-"
"no- mama-" jj shook his head in his hands, "there are plenty of guys that would wanna sleep with you. not just for some creepy kink."
"name one," you said seriously. because seriously, who the fuck would wanna sleep with you? not a single person has ever shown real interest in you ever-
"me."
shut the fuck up. he said that so confidently?! hello?!
your eyes widen with shock, "p-pardon?!"
"i didnt stutter right? i said pretty clearly that i want to have sex with you-" you clamped a hand over jj's mouth instinctively. praying that john b hadnt heard his friends loud proclamation across the hall.
"i heard you the first time!" you whispered, your tone stern.
jjs eyes gestured to the hand on his mouth as if to say 'move please so i can speak'. part of you didnt want to move your hand, partially because of what he might say, and the other because touching him kinda felt nice. in anyway you could.
haphazardly, you decide to remove your hand from his face, your face still showing your disbelief.
"why are you so confused? you asked a question and i answered it-"
"because i- well i didnt expect that from you. and i dont need a pitty fuck if thats what youre trying to say because thats even more pathetic."
"okay none of that- no maam," jj interrupts me shaking his head, "im not gonna listen to you talk about yourself like youre completely undesirable. because thats so fucking unbelievable."
his face, on rare occasion, is utterly serious. oh my dear god he really did wanna sleep with me...
lord if this is a test i want to assure you this not a battle you wanna give me. im not your strongest soldier because i will fold faster than a lawn chair.
"youre serious??"
"do i look like im jokin? do i have a mic in my hands? is there an audiance i dont see? cause im not a fucking comedian. im being for real."
what are you supposed to do now? like actually? do you kiss him? no one prepared you for what to do in this situation.
"okay listen- you look pretty freaked out. im not saying we have to or anything im just saying... ive thought about it ya know? youre gorgeous and were close so i just thought maybe youve thought about it too."
well here goes nothing, "i have. thought about it i mean. a lot."
"oh really?" that made jjs brows quirk up and a smirk plaster across his face. he always has to be so smug, "is that so?"
"dont do that!"
"do what?" he questioned.
your cheeks flush in embarrassment, "make me feel like this is so easy. because it isnt."
"but it could be," jj pauses the tv before looking directly in your eyes, meaning business, "you just said that this is what you want right? im right here offering it to you so whats stopping you?"
you took a deep, shaky breath at his words. you really didnt wanna sound like a crazy person but being scared of sex was normal right? especially with your best friend of all people.
there were so many reasons not to do this.
"honestly? im scared. scared of what that would mean for us, scared of actually doing this. scared of... a lot of things. im a chicken. a big fat crazy chicken."
he couldnt help but laugh at your words. thinking 'what the fuck is she on?'
and part of him knew hed have to talk you off the ledge if you were gonna do this, but hes willing to work for it. work for you.
"mama listen to me. we can be whatever the hell you want us to be, youre my girl whether we're just friends or my head is between your legs. and as for the other part- id never ever hurt you m'kay? if you wanna do this i promise id go as slow as you want. you set the pace, ill be gentle. but im not trynna make you do this."
oh my god jj maybank just gave you 'the speech'.
and youre sitting here with all of your clothes still on.
"and lets say i do... wanna do this... you really want this? like this isnt out of pity or curiosity or anything?"
"maybe im not making myself clear. y/n. i wanna have any and every part of you that you'll let me."
holy shit okay... yeah okay. this is really happening.
you try to scramble for the words caught in your throat, "okay.. h-how do i do this? what if i do it bad?"
"youre not gonna 'do it bad'," he chuckles through his words, one of his hands sliding onto your thigh, "look ill guide you through it okay? we'll go slow... i promise."
"that sounds...nice."
"i sure hope so," he chuckled softly, "otherwise we wouldnt be doing it... and if you wanna stop just tell me okay?
all you could was nod and watch as he moved so he was hovering over you and you were laid flat against his bed.
"i need to hear you say it mama..." his face was so close to yours you could barely muddle up a whisper in response giving him a small 'yes' before finally feeling his lips press into yours.
it wasnt anything like you thought it would be. it was... gentle, sweet, tender in the most romantic way.
but you could tell he was holding back...
your hands found the nape of his neck and quickly pulled him closer, needing more of him. wanting him to show you what its really like, not some pussy foot version.
his lips travelled further down to your jaw... to your neck... to your collar bone...
"can i take this off?" there was a small tug at the hem of your shirt, his eyes pleading with you, begging even.
you sat up almost immediately, helping him pull it over your head, and just like that his eyes were glued to your chest.
the pink on your cheeks intensified to a red at the sight, at first you were thinking of the worst case scenario. that hed changed his mind, the they didnt look right, that you werent as appealing as hed assured you.
his hands instinctively reached out but he stopped himself, unsure if he was moving too fast, doing too much.
"gorgeous..." his eyes were wide with excitement, raw and unfiltered. the inside of his mouth salivating at the sight of your braless body. "can i touch you? please god- ill pray if it means i can."
the laugh that escaped you was just as unashamed as his pleas, "yea. yea jay you can touch me," you wanted laugh more. aware that hes being considerate of your feelings but it was almost stupid how badly you wanted this.
he quickly pulled his shirt over his head before diving back in to kiss you, his hands gently kneading at your breasts. you were a bit disappointed you didnt get to ogle at him like he had you, but youd seen him without a shirt enough times at the beach to satisfy curiosity.
"jj-"
his head whipped up so fast from trailing gently little kisses across the swell of your breasts, a worried expression crossing his face. "you okay baby? need me to stop?"
"no- no i just... you can keep going. i need more. i need you..." your breathing was heavy as were your eyes.
"you sure? im just trynna go slow and make sure youre okay. wanna take care of ya."
"im okay jj... i promise. this is what i want," you meant what you said too. there isnt anyone else youd want to do this with.
he gave me a look, once more chance to back out, before letting a deep rooted sigh out. sounded more like relief than anything.
his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your shorts giving them a firm pull, "these need to go. now."
and he didnt have to tell you twice, within seconds they were unbuttoned and being pulled past your knees and being thrown across the room with abandon.
the giggle that escaped your throat was involuntary as jj pulled you buy your ankles further down the bed so the back of your knees were hanging off the edge of the bed.
"jj! what are you doing??"
"m gonna eat, fucking starving. now spread your legs f’me. wanna see that pretty pink pussy," jj knelt to the ground, threw my legs over his shoulders with urgency, looking down and admiring the view before him. “you’re so fucking perfect…”
you didn’t think someone just talking to you could elicit a moan from you, however jj was always there to challenge you. like right now.
he was peppering small kisses down the inside of your thighs, along the curves of your hips, avoiding where you need him most trying to make you feel appreciated.
he’s doing a good job too.
his thumb gently glides over your sensitive clit with a featherlight touch making me shake with need, the other hand holding your hips against the mattress as you feel his lips finally capture your core and his tongue starts lapping at the bundle of nerves.
your hand flies to his hair gripping it tightly between your fingers eliciting a groan that vibrates through you as his tongue continues to skillfully pull every sound from you and send shocks through your body
theres a feeling of something toying with your entrance delicately, looking down to see him staring up at you with a needy, hungry look in his eyes. you gasp at the feeling, your eyes widening with a nervousness and desperation.
"'s just my finger baby, relax. it wont hurt i promise," he tried to reassure you gently as you nodded.
"feels good... keep going. please."
"yes maam," he smirks up at you before diving back into your slick folds, simultaneously ever-so gently pushing his finger into you beneath his chin.
was it normal to feel so full from just a finger?
holy shit what is it gonna feel like when hes actually inside you??
you tried your best not to think about it to avoid psyching yourself out and just trying to enjoy the feeling. your walls flutter around him and he can feel how close you are already with his finger pumping in and out of you painfully slow as he curls it inside of you.
his face his practically dripping with you when he looks back up at you, "hows it feel mama? talk to me."
your face is scrunched in pleasure as you shake your head quickly, your hands back to gripping the cotton sheets beneath you, "cant," you answer bluntly, out of breath as his finger works your mercilessly. it was the honest truth, the feeling making it hard to think straight, or at all really.
"oh cmon now i believe in you. tell me how good it feels... think you can handle another? youre so close gorgeous, let me help you get there..."
you practically squeal as he presses the second digit into you, the stretch a delicious sting that borders on uncomfortable. but the slickness greatly helps with the discomfort easing it almost instantly as jj keeps his pace consistent, your hips bucking off of the bed as you come apart on his fingers, your juices dripping onto his palm.
"holy shit mama that was so fucking hot... youre so tight," he presses small gentle kisses down your thighs as he talks you through your first orgasm. his forehead resting on your hip as he gathers himself.
it feels like the lack of oxygen has made you dizzy and oddly relaxed from feeling so breathless.
jj maybank just made you come.
jj maybank just gave you your first orgasm.
oh lord am i gonna have to ask for your forgiveness until the day i die. i might die right here right now.
"pretty mama i need you to say something... kinda scaring me," you lift your head off of the pillows to look down where he lays on you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns across your stomach.
"sorry," you run a hand over your face taking a deep breath, "just kind of... i dont know. calming down."
god even his laugh made you quiver.
"we can take a break if you need it- do you want me to grab you a water or someth-" you quickly shut him up by leaning down to kiss him
"i wanna keep going.. jj that was... eye rolling, moan eliciting, mind boggling-ly good. im okay i promise."
"youre killing me here baby-" he looked up at you as his hands roamed your body slowly and aimlessly. feeling comfortable in such a vulnerable state with her. "are you sure?"
you lean to the side diving into the drawer next to his bed where you figured hed have a condom lying around, you guessed correctly.
"stop asking me that, i know youre trying to be sweet but i already told you i want this. im not changing my mind. im not on birth control for obvious reason but-"
a groan from his lips interrupts you, the sound more like a struggled, suppressed moan. his head falling into the crook of your neck. looks like someone has a breeding kink. shouldve guessed it by that nickname.
"ill do whatever you want mama but youre literally naked holding my condom in your hand. im losing self control quickly."
you giggled softly, "youre okay with just the condom?"
"im okay with or without it. god, ill be perfect as long as im inside you."
it was your turn to moan this time as he takes the foil from you, ripping it open between his stupidly cute canine teeth, grinning from ear to ear as he rolls it on almost effortlessly.
watching him you realize it was the first time you could really drink in the sight of him... and how big he was.
"jj- i dont think-" you go to protest before he kisses you softly. so fucking soft for you in every way except for one.
"we'll make it fit," thats the only thing he says before he positions his body to loom over you, your hips meeting each other. his eyes light up and he reaches behind you grabbing an extra pillow. "lift your hips for me baby... good girl."
he adjusts the pillow under your hips comfortably, his hands gripping your hips to lower you then running down your legs to wrap them around his hips.
"i read somewhere that makes it better- for you. i dont know im not a chick. does it feel okay? are you okay?"
you could melt from his words, jj wasnt always great with telling people how he felt but he does one better. he shows them, shows you. always thinking of you and your wellbeing.
"its perfect jay, thank you," you smile up softly at him, "youre perfect."
the blond blushed at your words, placing one hand next to your head so he leans over you to whisper in your ear, probably to also hide how flustered that made him.
"ill go slow i promise... its gonna hurt a little but ill stop when you need me to. and if you wanna stop all together thats okay. youre in control baby. 'm at your mercy."
your hand reaches for stability, finding it tugging at the roots of his blond mop as his hand reaches between the both of you to align him at your entrance. the folds still slick from just moments ago.
hes pressing soft wet kisses to your neck, moving his hips forward just the smallest bit so his tip barely pierces your hole. you suck in sharply as you feel him, feel the pressure, the sting.
your gasp must have scared him, he lifts himself from you to look down at you with concern.
"you okay mama?"
all you can do is nod in response trying to keep your breathing steady. frankly, you didnt think youd be this tight. obviously hes not the size of your ultra big tampons but still. you were a bit naive.
"just let me know if you need me to stop... but you gotta relax or it wont fit. trust me, ill go easy on you but you gotta breathe babe. let yourself relax... im right here."
you nodded again, maybe it was lame but you were so focused on how he felt against you, you could barely speak.
taking another deep breathe you urge his hips forward with your ankles wrapped around them, and the sting intensifies as his tip finally goes inside of you, and you were already clenching around him.
hard enough that his arms wobbled for a slight second.
"shit mama, youre so fucking tight," he sighs in ecstasy, "jesus- stop clenching around me or ill blow like a two pump chump."
that got a chuckle out of you, even though he was completely serious. the sting goes away slowly, and you press kisses down his neck to calm yourself. you wanted your lips on every inch of his body.
"keep going," you begged, your voice abnormally high and breathy.
"there you go baby, made it through the hardest part. see? its not so bad... im right here baby."
he moves his hips forward again, and you felt another inch push into you. god how did you already feel so full?
and then another inch. and another.
how fucking big is he?
"jesus jj- so full... 's too much-" you whine, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, your polished nails pressing into his skin.
"need me to stop?"
you thought for a moment before shaking your head, "no.. need more. feels so good."
and with that he pushed himself all the way to hilt, fully pressed inside your sopping wet cunt. you moan loudly, forgetting john b is just down the hall in the living room.
jj presses his lips to yours, capturing them so your tongues meet in the middle, making every thought poof from your head. youve dreamed of this moment so many times and you know youre lucky that the first time feels just as good as the fantasy, if not better.
"move, jay i need you to move... please for the love god move your hips."
he moaned into your ear before pulling back and push back into you, again and again, setting a steady pace that was safe for the both of you. safe for you because he didnt want to hurt you, and safe for him because he didnt want to come in the next two minutes.
with your head thrown back on the bed, jj begins pressing kisses across your jaw, down your neck, focusing on the sweet spots he found before. making his way down to your collar bone, your chest rising and falling drastically as he continues to pump in and out of your swollen pussy.
and finally he makes it to your breasts, beautiful and full and ready for some attention, hips lips latch around one nipple while his free hand rolls the other between his fingers teasingly.
"so fucking perfect, so fucking mine," he grumbled against your chest before switching places. he pulls off of you with a pop, a sudden idea popping into his head.
his hips fastening their pace as he looks down at the ring on your finger, before taking your hand in his, and pulling that purity ring off.
your eyes widen as you watch him carefully, watching to see what he will do as he inspects it. or at least trying to as his hips slam into yours.
he takes his necklace off, and hooking the ring onto the string before tying it back onto his neck and leaning forward back the way he was. hovering over you, and now your purity ring, thats no longer needed, dangles in front of you like a taunt.
"dont need that," he whispers in your ear quickening his pace as he feels you clenching around him, so fucking wet for him you can hear the pornographic sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. only adding fuel to your fire, "wear it so everyone knows who you fucking belong to. youre mine, y/n. say it."
oh god.
"yours," you can barely speak without moaning, "yours jay."
he slips a hand between you, his thumb working your clit perfectly as he pounds into you pushing you to the edge of another orgasm.
"yea. youre mine? coming around my cock baby, youre squeezin me to death, you gonna cover me in your cum? yea?"
you squeal at the feeling, his words, everything, this is so perfectly overwhelming. you moan, almost scream, coming again just like he said.
and hes not far behind you, driving into you before you feel him twitch inside of you, spilling into the condom shuddering around you, trying not to collapse on you.
"holy-"
"shit," you chuckle finishing his though as another ripple passes through his muscles, he pulls out and you instantly feel empty, squeezing to find something that isnt there anymore.
he lays next to you with a very satisfied smile on his face.
more like a smirk really.
"ill be damned," you smile deliriously, turning to look at him, "jj that was... i couldnt have had a better first experience. seriously..."
"glad you enjoyed it mama," he wraps an arm around you pulling him into a chest as he starts to breathe normally, his heartbeat still racing though. "you okay?"
"im perfect jay... i loved it."
"well id be happy to be of service whenever youd like-" he teases.
you slap at his chest playfully, moving to wrap a leg around his before realizing how sore you were. and soaked. he sits up almost immediately seeing your hesitation.
"let me get something to clean you up..." he grabs his boxers pulling them back on to grab a warm wet cloth from the bathroom, crouching to clean you carefully and gently.
girls at school werent lying, aftercare was arguably the best part.
he treated you with such care and so much love that it didnt matter whatever anxiety you carried from what just transpired, you were happy you did it. even if it was with your best friend.
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puppypow57 · 3 days ago
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ohhhhh jayce talis the kids miss you 💔💔💔 im genuinely appalled at both the fandom and the arcane writers. specifically the arcane writers for mentioning very heavy plot points then never exploring them again. cuz what do you mean we see jayce surviving off of pretty much nothing, with a broken back, leg, shoulder, and a possible brain injury, slowly going insane? we see the whismy drain out of him in record time, only for the next time we see him in episode 8 hes perfectly fine and he just needed a shower and it turns out the violent hallicinations he was having in episode 6 were literally just a viktor proximity sensor and not at all trauma induced??? like episode 6 was setting him up as having gone conpletely insane, shooting viktor, having an episode in a public area, like, the actual possibilities to explore his trauma were thrown away cuz the writers needed him to be this serious soldier guy. not to mention how his leg disability is never fucking mentioned again except for his leg brace breaking in a blink-and-youll-miss-it shot, only for him to easily run to mel afterwards as if his leg was never injured. like...??? we just got shown a full episode of him enduring mind bending trauma only for them to show us jayce being perfectly fine, conpletely juxtaposing episode 6!! honestly respect to the animators and music artists for making such good content for a season with such horrific writing.the arcane writers fumbled every character so bad that despite the atrocious writing for jayce he somehow manages to get the best arc out of every other main character in the whole show.
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oh, and dont get me STARTED. on the fandom's perception of jayce. 94% of so called 'jayce fans' are literally only interested in jayvik, and 67% of those are only interested in viktor within the ship. we have a man who suffered tremendously and the only thing people can fucking say about it is "no way it mirrored viktors life 🥺🥺🥺" even though it BARELY did, my biggest point being that viktor had to metaphorically climb out of zaun whereas jayce had to literally climb out (and, probably with his leg still half broken, causing it to get fucked up more as he climbed) !!! like, every time I see a fic where jayce doesnt shoot viktor and he brushes off his time in the au like it was nothing a piece of me dies inside. its literally the same as vi's prison trauma being shortened down to like, one line she said in s1. i dont understand why both the fandom and arcane itself really likes to pick and choose which character is allowed to be traumatized, like: jinx- yes vi- no, viktor-yes (?) jayce - no, ekko - no, like... all of these characters have horrific trauma, why are only a few actually aknowledged??? okay okay rant over guys, ive had all these points stewing in my head for weeks and i needed to get them out somewhere, seeing all the reblogs and comments healed me knowing there are other people who aknowledge jayces trauma too
s2 Jayce makes me ill oh my god my boy someone save him I can’t believe they compounded his trauma and then didn’t even discuss it- the fandom didn’t even really discuss it
We joke about the raw salamanders but he couldn’t make a fire for a long time when he was stuck in that ravine. It was visibly wet at the bottom. This means he was stuck in a cold, dark, wet crevasse of rock, alone for a minimum of two or three months - long enough to grow that beard
We’ve known from day 1 that Jayce holds onto his trauma from the blizzard. It’s the cold, the loneliness, the helplessness. It’s the root of his anxiety. It’s the pressure behind his motivation. Decades later and he still fusses over loved ones being cold.
The ravine is already awful for any character but it doubled down on all the things Jayce specifically is weak to. All of the things he struggles the most with were shoved at him on top of an already horrible situation
All this to say: his mental state Was Not Intact or Stable. He had been eating raw amphibian for ages by the time he had access to fire, and I do not think he was fully checked in when he got to that point. Guy was operating on autopilot. This is so upsetting I hate it here
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russetfoxfur · 1 day ago
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💫star-of-the-show reblogged badassplum . . .
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hey guys can we talk about the way the starromantics are appropriating the moonromantic flag? ive seen way too many ppl be just. chill with it??? saying mistfog like """"oh well the moon and stars are basically the same things"""" like babes have yall never looked up at the sky. those two things are Very Much Not The Same!!!!!
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the flags literally aren't? anything the same??? are you still using the moonro flag by stagefright-stardust. that guy was outed as a dischanger you know
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Wow! a clueless entitled vaugardian who without any proof decides that any astros are dischangers! stars could we just stop with the bigotry. anyways you're blinding wrong Look At This Fog:
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like literally the starro flag is just two less stripes than the moonro flag. could yall not stick a moon or star onto one of them to show the difference
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Good Change, astros are annoying. We get it! You're all hopelessly infatuated with the night sky! You know alllll the little lights up there because you studied soooooo hard to get an A+ on the test!!! Leave the rest of us alone!
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my brother in stardust This Is Basic Knowledge
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like if this were me trying to get you to name the stars in the sky then yea id see how thats absurd but like???? how do ppl live like this?????
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op i feel your pain :[ EDIT I KNOW ITS ASTRONOMY STOP CORRECTING ME
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Whats the difference between an astromantic and an islander /genuine
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islanders are people from that Unnamed Island (you know the one, don't think about it). because its an island. this is most people. now scholars speculate that the Unnamed Island was really weird about stars. astromantics are people who feel like their romantic life is tied up with the island/stars. honestly im just a tranny dyke so i cant tell you what thats like
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so firstly YEAH! yeah i wish astro trauma was more talked about in the astro community! like calling stagefright a dischanger or just hating on astros. anyway obviously stagefright's not a dischanger but apparently like most astros she was taking refuge in vaugarde. However due to recent circumstances relating to a certain monarch,
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as a starro i think youre stupid. they literally have a difference of two stripes!!! i bet youre not even a real astro. to my starro followers: you all are so valid and dont allow petty infighters like op to divide us astros!
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well actually while youre right about the infighting thing yall do need a better flag than the standard one stagefright made. i drew this in like less than a minute (forgive the messiness i edited this at 2AM my time)
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that looks blinding awful. are you astrophobic or something thats such a joke. blocking you
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these are crabbing sketches??? not the real thing??? i know this is piss-on-the-poor website but come on
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Haha. what a fool you are to think me poor of reading comprehension skills. I am far above a blinded fool like you. Do you know what its like, being astromantic? every day people send me asks on anon yelling at me about my ugly white NATURAL hair, and you're just as bad as them. this is a disgrace to the astromantic community. you say in your bio that you are supportive of all astros but are you really? when you can create such mistfog as pictured above??? if you do not delete those pictures off your blog i will sneak into your house and suck off all your teeth one by one so you cannot speak your awful opinions aloud. i will tell the universe to kill your family and curse you with immortality so you can watch and suffer as horribly as i did laying my eyes upon these """""flags""""". wither and waste in the agony of your own unfulfilling and insignificant life, worthless vaugardian. be blinded forever idiot >:/
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i feel like this post is kind of getting off track could we talk about the flags again. plates' flags looked kinda cool and weren't cheap copies of each other
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you SUPPORT this fool? you SUPPORT plates, who ruins the delicate harmony of astromantic spaces through xyr tasteless insults and mockeries??? how dare you calm yourself an astro op. TRUE astros must walk through fire in order to find any happiness in their perpetual incompletion. for example, i have been persecuted by ka buan officials for my sexuality, nearly slain by vaugardian defenders, and then forced to flee to mwudu in order to survive the king. fools such as you are the reasons we haven't found the island yet. a kiddie like you needs to go back to potty training if you think plates has any credibility whatsoever. go burn up in the atmosphere and let not a soul tell where you lie
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Anyone in this thread eat crab
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Official Astromantic Post!
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i made this two blinding months ago and forgot about it are you seriously like. a vaugardian
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EW AN ASTRO!!! go back to the ocean you mooneyed crabs. don't you crabbing weirdos know not to infest holy everchanging sites like tumblr with your weird stupid sky obsession. lol
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Saviorshipper. blocked
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savior shipper, bolcked
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Ew, saviorshipper. blocked
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wow i cant believe ive found the original! ive only seen this in screenshots! and its only four months old!!!
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someone wish me out of existence already
#wow only six months old lol? this post is a mess. thx for putting this on my dash mira #poor op #islander talk #moot talk #longpost #shitpost #< i hope
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@.star-of-the-show tutorial for you stardust! i want you sososo bad
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Hello sai! hope you're well.
I wish its possible to talk through dm because its kind of vulnerable but itll do!🤗
So, this past two years i have underwent a shift in my mindset. Granted, the void is still one of my main goals but it doesn't dominate my mind like it used to. the @luckykiwiii101 series that was posted before they left the community is why i am more focused on actually using loa instead of leaving my chances up to entering the void via lucid dream.
however... i cant help but feel like im never doing enough, and what comforted me with the void was that i was using methods, TONS of methods so i find it very hard to let go and accept.
Like, i want to enter it everytime i fall asleep but to have that trust that it is a fact is hard.
Its as though all the Edward art lectures and the countless posts im reading are telling me exactly what to do but it still doesn't feel enough yknow?
i get scared when I just live my 3d and forget my desires because what if it just doesn't change? how do i know im doing it right if im not actively doing something!
Everytime i feel fulfilled in my imagination, my 3d knocks me back down to doubt because it is right there. in front of me at all times. im not exaggerating when i say that i am living the same day everyday. wake up before sunrise, go to uni, do a lab go home and bed rot or study. repeat.
even imagining has started to feel like a chore because im not feeling anything, im numb to my desires but not in a fulfilling way.
and i think its because im over actually having desires, i want to have. i dont want to yearn, i want to HAVE it thats why i dont feel when imagining.
what should i do? what would you do in my position?
i, and a lot of people here, know what it’s like to have the 3d smacking you right in the face, repeatedly.
I will say it’s okay to doubt, don’t push yourself further into a spiral with the belief that you must 100% have faith, all you need is to remind yourself that it’s already done. You’re not living this life anymore, you’re a master of the void state (if that’s something you still want) it’s already happened
manifestation should not feel like a chore, you are so much more powerful than you know and and you can have anything by just speaking something or even thinking something into existence. No other methods needed if you keep the reminder in the back of your mind that your desires are already here.
Let’s say your teacher has your name on a piece of paper to do a presentation, no matter what you do whether you try and hide away to the back corner of the class, giggle while hiding behind your friends, go extra quiet so the teacher doesn’t notice you, your name is still on that piece of paper, it’s already done. That’s it, that’s all.
If you need help with reminders, i would recommend rampages on youtube, there are a lot of very useful ones for almost every situation. You can visualise your day and revise the life you live, this especially in the state akin to sleep is so powerful.
Remember you don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to lift a finger or put any effort in, even mentally. The life you want is yours.
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HRHEH this sounds like a silly request buttt... Can you do a Hxh hcs react when Reader has a baby? (ANY CHARACTER IS FINE SINCE I ALWAYS SEE YOU DO HALF OF THE CHARACTERS)
NO REQUEST IS SILLY OR STUPID IN THIS HOUSEHOLD DONT U WORRY POOKIE SCHNIOKS
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killua, kurapika, illumi, chrollo
(killua and kurapika are aged up!)
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z. killua
- i hope we can all collectively agree that killua isn’t exactly father material
- he’s absolutely stiff when he sees the pregnancy test, blinking so many damn times with every single possible thought in the world running through his head
- he’s more worried than anything. what if illumi or his family comes after his child in hopes to groom and train them into an assassin as they had done with him?
- but all of his worries melt after the first time you do your ultrasound, where your baby is so extremely small and probably extremely fragile
- he’s definitely not a naturally good partner, but he’ll try his hardest to provide the happiest life he can for his child
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k. kurapika
- is he father material? oh, 100%. most definitely so. but does he utilize it? hell no.
- now, kurapika isn’t upset that you’re pregnant. the opposite, really. he’s so unbelievably happy, but there’s just one teensy beensy tiny problem…
- he’s kinda sorta a mafia family leader who is still fuming with vengeance and emptiness, and he traded quite the number of years of his life to his nen ability.
- but really, he tries to do as much as he can for you and your unborn baby in the unknown amount of time that he has left. he overspends and overworks, but he doesn’t seem to care.
- he says that he doesn’t care about the baby’s gender, but he secretly really hopes that it’s a girl.
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z. illumi
- honestly, the rest of his family members have more of a reaction that he does when they hear the news.
- yes, he’ll certainly love his child. hell, out of everyone on this list, he probably loves his child the most. but how does he express it without his kid running away from the training like killua did?
- his mom is ecstatic, his dad grumbling his congratulatory words, milluki is in shock that illumi even managed to rizz you up in the first place, killua is in shock that illumi ever even got married, alluka is excited, and kalluto is confused.
- illumi is actually very happy, although you can’t see it on his face or reaction. at all.
- perhaps it’s about time he asked killua for some advice on how to not have his kid run away from training.
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l. chrollo
- definitely the most father material out of everyone here, i guarantee it. he utilizes it too.
- oh and i just know that this guy is RICH. you better expect to have the most luxurious and expensive life the moment he finds out that you’re pregnant.
- “he’s toxic and a yandere!” “he’d kidnap you!” yall need to stop mischaracterizing every single villain in existence. he’s literally the most gentle guy when you’re pregnant, always carrying your stuff no matter how heavy or light.
- he definitely books you appointments with the most expensive and skilled doctors. i can imagine him hiring random ass people to help you whenever he’s busy with a heist or heavens arena battle; he’s a floor master after all. on some random tuesday you’ll wake up and see a maid or a masseuse in your house attending to you.
- yall better stop mischaracterizing my glorious king chrollo because fuck no he’s not going to go all alpha and “if i cant have you no one can😈🤡” like where did that even come from😭
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a/n: whew i haven’t written hxh stuff in a while, i hope it’s still ok. anyways i think yall can see the clear bias i have towards chrollo…
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brutally-loving · 1 day ago
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Sorry guys doing this damned thing for my newest f/o... Spinel you're ruining my life /j
I think he reminds me of... A leopard. He's cunning, very targeted in his attacks. He knows what he's doing and generally has a plan for how to do it. He camouflages both who he is and his intentions, until he leaps into action to do what he intends to. Yeah. Leopard I think.
If I got Spinel a gift, I think I would get him a nice pair of lightweight gloves. I feel like they'd be really good for him, if he'd wear them. I'm under the impression that he doesn't wear gloves bc of some sorta texture thing. Shrugs.
I haven't got a favorite hobby for him YET but I love the idea of learning new things together. Undertaking those sorts of endeavors just sounds really nice, yknow? Especially since we both like to learn.
Spinel seems like he'd LOATHE the wide range things like sweeping and mopping. On the other hand, he's probably great with organizing and washing small sections and things meticulously. If he'd want to anyway...
I trust him to drive a car tbh. He's certainly more level headed/controlled than a good chunk of my other f/os-
If I gave him a specific ringtone, I think it'd be short and sharp. Nothing too special but enough to notice that its different from others.
Spinel totally would beef with someone online BUT he'd also doxx someone in a heartbeat. So. Maybe we should take away his rights to use the internet... (he canonically is quite good at making his way around the internet?? And loves spreading misinformation to further his agenda HELP)
He does not believe in soulmates but maybe I can change his mind/j
If I introduced Spinel to my friends, I'd ask him to be on his best behavior. He's actually really good at pretending he's not filled with malice and violence and that he isn't unhinged! He keeps his relatively large ego but... as a whole, I think everything would go okay lmfao
First scenario that comes to mind is sitting on a grassy and bright riverside with him.
Dynamic... "evil ahh twink x aggresive extrovert" /hj
He is blue. That's it. Blue. Look at him he is blue
Does he even have people he cares about??- I know it'd go well simply because I'm quite good with people but man.
Spinel thinks I'm like. A really persistent Norwegian Forest Cat.
Spinel doesn't do valentine's day. The best I'm getting is him handing me money and asking me what I want to do, if anything.
He probably calls me something like "my love" and "my partner" in his head, but allowed, it's just my name. Especially in front of others. Sometimes he'll be a little less abrasive about it when we're alone.
He likes going out for work. He always enjoys staying inside with me, that's his element, but going outside with me? That's where I thrive. I make it a bit more enjoyable for him.
Spinel definitely is a "acts of service/gift giver" combination. He's also decent with words of affirmation, but he doesn't initiate physical affection on his own. He loves quality time as well, but because that's something we both do by default, it only partially counts /j
Spinel things that my face is nice. He likes to look at me. He also thinks my eyebags are cool and sexy /j
He loves how stubborn I am. My willingness to dig my feet in, complete tasks, and go above and beyond to prove a point are things he adores. He also just generally loves my competence.
If Spinel drew me, it'd probably have terrifying accuracy and realism. He'd be so careful about drawing me, he'd actually be overly perfect about it.
Spinel would gladly share food with me... because he doesn't care. He'd just say "yeah sure" and keep working- he does not mind.
Rich pumpkin orange. I dont know why. I just say thats the one.
F/O Ask Game!!
A list of questions to answer about your f/o!! You guys can just go down the list and answer them all (I'd love to see it!!!) in a reblog, orrr you can reblog and have others ask you these questions in your inbox! Have fun!! PROSHIP, NOT FOR YOU!
What animal does your f/o remind you of?
If you got your f/o a gift, what would you get them? 
What is your favorite hobby to think about doing with your f/o?
What chores would your f/o do around the house? Are there any they REALLY dislike?
Would you trust your f/o to drive a car?
What kind of ringtone or notification sound would you have for your f/o?
Would your f/o fight someone online? 
Does your f/o believe in soulmates?
How would you introduce your f/o to your friends? How do you think that would go? 
What's the first scenario that comes to your head when you think of being with your f/o?
What dynamic would you use to describe you and your f/o? 
What color do you associate with your f/o? 
How would your f/o introduce you to those they care about? How do you think that would go?
What animal do you remind your f/o of?
What would your f/o get you for Valentine's day, if anything? 
What does your f/o call you in their head? What do they call you aloud/to others?
What does your f/o like doing with you the most? 
How does your f/o show their love best? 
What's your f/o's favorite feature of yours?
What're your f/o's favorite personality traits of yours?
If your f/o drew you, how would you describe the art piece?
Does your f/o share food with you?
What color would your f/o associate you with?
What?? Who's tagging their friends again?- not me... I just really wanna see yalls answers. Formal invitation lest you become worried I don't wanna see it. @jpeg-indulgence @starshakez @moxanji-real @frankys-wife @katsenbergs-soulmate @katanahusband @fl0ralsxgar @one-winged-dreams AND LITERALLY ANYONE WHO SEES THIS.
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adamanteine · 15 hours ago
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tired of fandoms being annoying wdym a masc character can kill 532432432324 people and be a freak and they'll be like omg it's okay he can do no wrong SLAY ME NEXT KING <3 but a femme character is dominant once and they're like i hope she dies violently SHES EVIL
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