#im done. i hate this. i want my penis back.

[1o1percentmilk]

i may seem like i pass effortlessly but i am actually thinking abt it all the time

[buuniebaby]

your first time with hamzah 🙈🙈

THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING. 🎀

includes: losing your virginity, awkward sex talk, very sweet sex ! 💝

word count 3.2k purr

you’re too tired for this.

you and hamzah are becoming sleep deprived, something you usually do together: come over to each others houses, watch a movie, eat food your stomach will regret in the morning. it’s been a tradition since you guys were just friends.

even now as you’re dating, it still feels.. the same. not that you’re complaining; you love having a partner who’s also a best friend to you. it just feels like there should be some sort of change, but you can’t put your finger on it.

it’s 2 in the morning now. you and hamzah have watched about 3 shitty 2000s movies, enjoying every moment of each one. your brain feels absolutely fried, and you can only imagine his is as well.

“are you a virgin?” hamzah spoke suddenly, but also casually. a little too casually. you choke on your own spit at that, face turning red with embarrassment.

“…what?” is all you can reply back. “what- why?” you say, eyebrows furrowing at him. your voice has noticeably pitched up.

“i dunno. just tell me.” hamzah says, rolling his eyes. you hate how confident and sassy he is, but you’re also sort of attracted to it.

“you’re so weird.” you practically squeal, jokingly. you grab onto a pillow as you fall back first onto the bed. “why do you even wanna know? that’s so like, random.” you ask, more genuine this time.

“i guess,” hamzah starts, but then pauses, almost as if he doesn’t know the answer himself.

“i was just kinda thinking. like, we don’t really talk about sex, ever. and we don’t have to- I don’t wanna bring it up if you’re uncomfortable. I’m just like, curious if you’d be down to talk about it.” he rambles, making up his words as he goes. you furrow your brows as he speaks, still kind of confused. you know there had to be something that started it, you just aren’t sure what.

“oh. well like,” you flush, sort of embarrassed to admit what you’re about to say. “yeah, i am.”

“a virgin?” hamzah asks, head tilting like a lost puppy.

“yes, idiot. what else would i be talking about?” you reply back sarcastically.

“you’re right, you’re right,” he banters with you. “I just- I guess I’m surprised.”

you perk back up, sitting yourself upright again.

“surprised.. that im a virgin?” you question, raising an eyebrow.

“i guess.. i dunno. I just feel like you’re like, too pretty to not have found someone who wants you like that.” he rambles. you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks again, knowing he’ll always praise you for your pretty face.

“i mean, I’ve found a lot of people who want me,” you say, rolling your eyes at the thought of a particular ex. “I’m just like, picky, I guess.” your giggling as hamzah somewhat laughs with you, but you watch as his facial expression starts to falter. you know something’s on his mind.

“do you want to?” is all he mutters. again, he keeps this quiet, casual tone that you rarely see with him.

“i mean, yeah, kinda. I just like, don’t know where to start I guess.” you answer honestly. “feels like everyone’s way more experienced than i am anyways.” hamzah turns over to you, looking in the eye. you feel him think for a second, as if he doesn’t know whether he should let his thoughts out or not.

“well, I don’t really have experience either.” he mutters back, scoping for a negative reaction from you. your eyes widen a bit, and he doesn’t know if he should take your body language negatively or positively.

“you’re a virgin too?” you ask, a more shy tone than usual.

“..yeah. well I’ve done like- stuff. just like, never had sex. never had my penis like, in there, y’know-“

“you don’t need to go into detail.” is all you have to say, talking over him.

“-but i would go all the way with you.”

that’s all you remember from that night before blacking out, yet somehow the short memory haunts your mind. it’s eating you up inside, the thought of losing your virginity after so long to him.

you’ve seen all the edits and thirst traps of him online and can admit that they’ve made you feel some type of way about him - hell, you’ve touched yourself to the idea of your boyfriend too. yet for some reason, the thought of actually having sex with him was never really a priority to you. it’s not until now you’ve understood people’s cravings for sex, but god can you feel it now.

you’re making breakfast the next morning while his hands are around your waist and all you can think of is that conversation. when you help him with editing throughout the day, leaning over his shoulder, all you can think about is him having you bent over like that in a different context. you feel like you’re in a haze almost, clouded by the thought of hamzah.

“baby?” hamzah asks, waving a hand in front of your face in an attempt to get your attention. you perk up and face him, slightly embarrassed for spacing out.

“i was just gonna ask if you wanted me to order something for lunch.” he says casually, but his face begins to fade into an expression between concerned and confused. “you okay?”

“what?!” you reply, scrambling at bit as you didn’t think he would pick up on your behavior. “im fine. what do you mean??” you question; rapidly.

“you’ve just been like, really spaced out today. i get like that, where i like dissociate sometimes when something reallyyy bad happens. so i just wanted to make sure.” he rambles a bit, genuine concern in your eyes. despite the horniness driving your body right now, you do feel a bit warmed by the way he cares for you.

“you can always talk to me if something’s up, y’know-“

“did you mean it?” you ask, staring at him blankly.

“mean… what?” he stares back at you, looking at you like you just killed a man in front of him.

“what you said last night. that you’d like- y’know..” you look down shyly, hiding in your hair as a warm blush creeps onto your face.

“that I would..?” hamzah looks at you, genuinely clueless.

“lose it to me hamzah. have sex with me. loose your virginity.” you look up at him, speaking sternly. you’re a little too pent up to take his stupidity today.

you watch as his expression changes, going from confused to something you can’t even put a name on. a mix of shocked, embarrassed, amused - but most prominently, you watch that urge crawl up into his body. you can tell in his eyes that he wants you in the same way you crave him.

“yeah.” he says, breathy. “i want that. like, now though? or like later, what are we doing-“

his words are cut off as your lips land on his. he gasps into the kiss, caught by surprise. you try and swipe your tongue against his slightly parted lips, but he pulls away before you can get it anywhere significant.

you look at him concerned after he pulls away, taking a second to breathe.

“have you like- kissed anyone before?” he asks, and you can tell he’s serious. you giggle a little.

“yes, ive kissed before.” you say, a little smile still formed on your face. “buuut..” you drag on your words to edge him on a bit.

“ive only made out with someone once, and i can already tell you’re the better kisser.” you say, slyly. he likes it when you boost his ego like this - he’s already proud of himself for pulling you, so you make him feel like some sort of greek god.

he smirks before he pulls you into another kiss, this time pressing his lips to yours a lot firmer. it’s more intense this time around, a hand cupping the side of your face, holding you in place for him as his tongue glides inside your mouth.

you kiss until you physically can’t anymore, pulling back when you need a break for air. there’s an awkward silence before he kisses you again, putting his hands on your waist sometimes. you’re taken aback a bit as he lifts you in the air.

your immediate reaction is to hook your legs onto something, hamzah just being the nearest option, of course. your legs wrap around him, straddling his hips. you arms are grabbing onto his shoulders gently. he’s strong enough to hold you without support, but you like the physical aspect of clinging onto him like a koala.

he reaches the room, fumbling with the doorknob as he struggles to lift you at the same time. he kicks the door closed softly behind him when he eventually gets in there. he drops you in the middle of the bed, body landing gracefully.

you sit yourself up into a more comfortable position, and hamzah sits himself right next to you. it’s here when you realize how comfortable you are around him, even if you’re about to reach a life milestone you can never take back with him.

but fuck, you’re never gonna be able to take this back. the anxiety crawls back up into your brain for a second, but the feeling of hamzah’s hand on your thigh relaxes you. a single look into his eyes and you’re already reassuring yourself again. you’re not gonna want to take this back, because god, you love this boy.

“have you ever-“ hamzah pauses mid sentence, stuttering. he does this when he doesn’t know what words to use; it’s one of his mannerisms that you’ve picked up a little yourself over time. “like, felt anyone up? or like- dry hump them, I guess.” he says. you feel him cringe a bit at his own words - he gets embarrassed easily.

“not really,” you say. a smirk creeps onto your face as you have an idea. “but you could show me how.”

hamzah’s eyes widen a bit as his hand moves from your thigh to your waist. he picks you up again like it’s nothing, sitting you down on his lap. his hands massage your waist, moving up briefly past your chest. he runs at your collarbone for a minute, staring at your clothed breasts.

“can i take this off?” he asks in a low voice, toying with the fabric at your shoulders. you bite your lip as you give him a nod, and before you know it whatever garment was covering you before is gone.

“fuckkk,” is all hamzah lets out before a hand is cupping your chest, squeezing at your soft and fleshy skin. instinctively, you push your chest into his hands. you let out a soft noise as he rolls one of your nipples between his fingers.

he’s fully hard now, and you can feel it straining against you. you can tell he’s trying to keep his hips still, not wanting to get worked up too fast.

his hands leave one side of your chest as his mouth attaches to your other nipple. you can’t help but moan at the feeling of him suckling at it. he pulls of for a second, and you can feel his hands fumbling with the fabric of your bottoms for a second.

“take this off for me?” he pleads in a sweet tone, and you can tell he’s starting to get needy. you comply, of course, leaving you in just your underwear. you don’t want to be the only one undressed though, so you shimmy his pants down a bit and get his shirt off too.

you’re left in both just underwear - a weird feeling. there’s not a lot of fabric separating your crotch and hamzah’s, so when he bucks his hips up into yours it feels good. he ducks down to kiss you again, chest pressing to yours, and god, you feel like you’re in heaven. there’s heat burning through your body as your bare skin touched his.

his hands are on your hips as you grind against him, the thin material of his boxers straining against his cock. he reaches down to rub you through your underwear, eliciting a moan as you hide his head in your shoulder.

he stops your grinding for a second, a hand trailing up your thigh. he uses it to spread your legs wide, causing you to make a small noise. he pulls your panties to the side, showing off what he’s wanted all this time.

he’s already settling lower, head balance with your hips, and now you’re nervous. it’s your first time being touched like this - probably his too, and it’s scary. you close your eyes when you feel him plant a kiss on your hip, teasing you. he continues to kiss around, even guiding a hand back up to play with your chest, but it’s not enough.

“please,” you whimper, begging for more stimulation. hamzah takes it as a sign you’re ready, and before you know it, you’re squirming again.

he presses just a single finger inside you, scoping how much you’re able to take. your stomach flips as you feel him spread you open. he adds another finger once the first one is in knuckle deep, then begins to curl them inside of you. you whimper at the feeling as his fingers excel in speed, working you open.

“hamzah- fuck.” you whine, letting out an especially sharp gasp at the feeling of his fingers hitting that spot.

“yeah?” he asks, playfully, curling his fingers to hit the same spot. your pelvis thrusts up at the movement, only motivating him to go further. his hands are so fucking big and he’s so strong when he thrusts his fingers up into you. it burns in the best way possible.

“ah- hamzah!” you squeal, squirming around. you whine when you feel him pull away from him; you were so, so close to finishing. you look up at him and whimper, a sad expression plastered across your face.

“didn’t want you to cum yet,” hamzah mutters under his breath. “not done with you.”

you flush red, his words washing over your body in a hot wave. suddenly hamzah is moving, pulling down his boxers, and god his dick is big. you can’t help but whine at how badly you want it inside you.

“so noisy.” he mumbles, lining his cock up with your folds and sliding the tip between them. you only whine more at his teasing.

“hamzahh,” you complain, eager for him to stop teasing you and just put it in.

“mhm?” he replies, edging you on. he strokes himself a bit, acts as if he’s going to put it in, but then doesn’t. he knows what he’s doing and you hate it. “need something, baby?”

he’s so mean, making you beg.

“I need it so bad, hamzah, pleeasee-“ you beg, desperate. you don’t care how humiliating it is now, you need him.

“need what, baby?” he asks, obviously only to get a reaction out of you. you sigh, but you know what you need to do.

“fuck me, hamzah. i need you - your cock.” you beg, no - demand, firmly.

hamzah doesn’t stall once he’s gotten what he wants. he’s done with the teasing, pressing his tip into you. you let out a shaky moan - it hurts a little when he slides in, like ripping off a bandaid.

“hamzah- hurts.” is all the words you can get out. his hips still inside of you, waiting for you to take a breath before he continues.

“it’s okay baby. gonna feel better once I’m all the way in.” he mutters, caressing your cheek with the hand that isn’t holding him up. he wasn’t lying - it’s painful as he slides himself into you, stretching you out, but once your hip-to-hip with him there’s a comfortable peace to the feeling.

you two lay in that position for a minute, feeling the warmth of connection between your bodies. it’s a soft, loving touch - you feel safe in his arms.

“s’okay if i move now?” he whispers to you, keeping a gentle tone. at the end of the day, he’s here to take care of you.

“yeah. thank you.” you say, genuinely grateful for his patience. you remind yourself that it’s his first time doing this too; you’re not alone in your anxiety.

you clutch onto his shoulders as he nearly pulls out, cock sliding out of you to the tip, then slams back into you.

“h-hamzah!” you whimper, clawing your nails at his back. he keeps a similar pace, thrusting into you deep. even hamzah makes a small noise at the feeling of being inside you, hips stuttering against yours. the sound of skin slapping together and breathy moans fills the room.

you wrap your arms and legs around hamzah as he continues to thrust into you, clinging to him.

“so pretty.” he says, looking down at you. “there’s a reason- fuck- i wanted to fuck you in missionary. pretty face.” he stutters, moving a hand to caress your face. you can’t say anything else but whimper at him, overstimulated from a combination of his thrusts and his words.

you feel a tight feeling build in your stomach, almost like a coil nearing its breaking point. you clench around him, legs beginning to shake.

“aah- hamzah! fuck-“ you practically scream, rolling your hips up into his one last time before you orgasm. he just stares at you, slowing the roll of his own hips, in awe.

you notice as his pace slows after you catch your breath, looking up at him almost disappointed.

“what’re you doing?” you mumble, voice worn out.

“you finished, i don’t wanna-“ he begins to ramble, but you cut him off.

“keep going.” you say firmly.

“huh?”

“want you to cum too.” you say, voice still soft and tired. you roll your hips up into him, still sensitive. he nods, pushing back into you.

he continues to thrust into you rougher and rougher until his hips are slapping against yours with every thrust. every little noise you make turns him on more, until finally, he forces himself to pull out of you.

he strokes himself on top of you, a string of cum landing on your stomach. he’s panting as he finishes all over you, painting your stomach white. you smile at the scene, enjoying the was he’s made you his little art piece.

he collapses next to you, laying on his back, catching his breath.

“glad i waited.” you mumble. he turns over to you, looking into your eyes.

“waited for what?” he asks, tiredly tilting his head.

“like, to have sex. m’glad I waited until you.” you mumble, tiredness apparent in your voice. hamzah thinks his heart melts a little at your words.

he grabs a tissue off of his bedside table and wipes the cum off of you so that he can pull you into his arms, dragging the covers over your body.

“i’m glad i waited for you too.”

[sirenc0re]

hello, sirenc0re! i come here to ask if you have any RTC character headcanons that you wouldn't mind divulging?

ohhh i have a few! these are somewhat disorganized, i dont think ive really shared these outside of a single reddit comment. anyways:

penny loves boybands ofc (backstreet boys, nsync, obviously 'seven up' before it split) but further than that i think she likes 60s-70s pop too- fleetwood mac, kate bush, the beatles, etc

ezra is the one that's genuinely really into gangsta rap. NWA, tupac, snoop, dr dre... and of course eminem (though he isnt really a gangsta rapper. it's adjacent) i think rap in general is something he likes. though he's like, a smartass. so i think that at least early on he would "like" it the same way he likes penny's boybands (something to mock as the pinnacle of empty and vapid commercialism) before he actually starts appreciating it as art (JK-47 notwithstanding) and not something he has to prove against. so im saying he would genuinely like tribe called quest. it's in my mind. i am manifesting it. as a side note, i jokingly wanted to be like AND HE LISTENS TO MACKLEMOREEEE but im a hard ass and in the timeline that exists in my head it's 2009. and in 2009 mackle had the penis song as the first track of his debut album. make of that what you will

ocean's whole straight-lace schtick is her twisted version of a teenage rebellion against her hippy parents. she also makes herself seem better off than she actually is. im of the firm belief that pretty much everyone in uranium (except perhaps constance's parents and misha's adoptives) is broke. and i think that with her parents lifestyle, ocean would be on the lower end of that spectrum and it's a big insecurity of hers that she tries very hard to project against to varying degrees of success

noel says he was saving up to go to france, but if you looked at his bank account there would be maybe 200~ saved there. most of his wages went to supporting himself and his single mother

post-cyclone au, i think ocean would shift away from politics and become a personal injury attorney

post-cyclone au, ricky becomes a sci-fi erotica author… i like to think he's extremely successful in that particular niche

post-cyclone au, ocean and noel's relationship becomes wayyy less hostile. they still 'fight' but all the venom has been sucked out of their words. one time he tripped her in the hallway inbetween class periods, which prompted her to halfheartedly kick his ankles, which leads to a 'fight' that gets her in trouble in school for the first time in an actual decade (she's pissed)

post-cyclone au, constance's epiphany about life being beautiful makes her a lot more bold. which is to say she now has the confidence to go on a million little sidequests for no other reason than to experience the bounties of existence. penny wants to go to a concert 3 hours away but she's still banned from the bus? constance knows how to drive and the unlimited trust of her parents, hop in

very much inspired by ray winter's take on misha when he was answering asks about it so i've absorbed it because it makes sense: misha was a class clown back home and pretty well-liked. he's such a solid and passionate dude, and way more kind than he's allowed to be because everything in canada seems to hate him. i believe that his 'attitude' problem mostly stems from loneliness, (which is kinda exerted on him but also enforced by him after a certain point since i think he retracts himself into his phone with talia rather than be in the real world where he is miserable) and that he would have done so much better if he had one genuine friend he could talk to. in a post-cyclone au, he gets a bunch of those, and no longer feels like all of those emotions are being stiffled or bottled up

those are all the HCs that are relevant i think ^_^

[sakiblack]

Choose me

part 1

Neteyam x human reader

Aonung x human reader

This story will have more endings.Some of them being;choosing Neteyam;choosingAonung......

It will probably have 4 endings.

skxawng (Idiot) Kxetse (sun) tsaheylu (the bond with an ikran or other animals) Mawey (calm,calm down)

Words that look like this are spoken in the na'vi language.

Jakes pov.

The forests of Pandora…Hold many dangers.But the most dangerous thing about Pandora….is that you may grow to love her too much.We sing the song cord to remember.Each beat,a story in our life.A beat for the birth of our son.Neteyam. A beat when we adopted our daughter Kiri.Born of Graces avatar.A daughter whose conception was a totas mystery.A beat for the first communipn with Eywa.The people say we live in Eywa and Eywa lives in us.The great muther holds all her children in her heart.Happiness is simple.But who would have thought a jarhead like me could crak the code?Before i knew it we had 4.When we sent the sky people back to Earth A few of them stayed.Sience guys loyal to the na'vi.

And then there was Spider and y/n.They were just stuck here.Too young for a cryo-capsule.Orphaned by the war they were rased by the lad guys.They werent a part of out family.They were like 2 stray cats.Just always around insaperable from our kids. To Neytiri Spider would always be alien. One of them

(Kiri,Loak,Neteyam,y/n and Spider playing as Neytiri and Jake watch them)

Neytiri:He belongs to his own kind.

This is where the the two of them are different.Neytiri sees y/n as her own.Probably cus when she was young she almost died.And just like Grace she had to pass the test of Eywa.But unlike Grace she did pass…..that is why Neytiri sees her as a part of her own.Being connected to Eywa in a way.

(Loak and Kiri fighting with y/n siting next to Jake as he watches the 2 fight)

Loak:Its mine!I had it first!

Kiri:Why should i let you have it?

It took some years to get used to the language through my thick skull.

Loak:Its mine!

Kiri:Loak you liar.Let me have it!

But now when i hear it might as well be English.

Loak:I hate you!

Kiri:Well i hate you times infinity Loak!Penis face!

Jake:Hey!Hey!That is enough.Dont make me come over there.

(Jake teaching Neteyam how to catch a fish)

Jake:He is ganna come out of there from behind the big rocks.There he is.There you go.Go get it!Yeah!Hey Neteyam the mighty fisherman.Thats a good boy.Wow.Wow that is a big one.

Neteyam:By the rocks , just like you said.

(Jake measuring Neteyam as Kiri,Loak,Spider and y/n watch)

y/n:How tall is he?

Jake:He is …that tall.

Loak:Wow he is tall!

Goes by too fast.Like a dream.

(Jake,Neytiri,Kiri,Loak,Neteyam ,Tuk and y/n taking a photo)

Jake:Come on

Neteyam:Smile skxawng.

Happiness is simple.Like date night.Time away from the kids.

But a thing about happiness…..it can vanish in a hearbeat.A new star in the night sky.It can only mean one thing.Ships.Decelerating.And the sky people returning.

Your pov.

y/n:Tuk! Tuk! Get back here im still not done with it!

I yelled as i was running after Tuk.She wanted me to make her a toy ikran so she could play with it.But before i could finish it Tuk took it and started to run away.

Tuk:I like it just like this!

She yelled looking back at me.

y/n:But Tuk its not finished!

Just as i yelled that Tuk took a sharp turn.Im never going to get her like this.I might be taller then her but she is faster.I stoped running and looked around as i heard someone .

Spider:Hey sis come hire!

It was Spider.As i looked at him i could see him sitting in a tent with Kiri drawing blue stripes on him.I smiled as i started to walk to both of them.

Kiri:Hey y/n.Do you want blue stripes on you as well?

y/n:No thank you.You know i dont like them on me.

Spider:But you would be faster.Like im definetly faster when im blue.

Kiri:You skxawng.

Spider:Seriosly and the animals respect me more.They dont think of me as  human.

y/n:Wait your human?

Spider:Ha ha.

Said Spider as he splashed some blue liquid on my face.

Kiri:Hahahah you two are skxawng.

Just then i could hear ikrans and someone blow in the horn.

Tuk:Kiri,Spider,y/n They are comming.The war party is back!Come on!

Yelled Tuk as she came to us and then started to run to the war party after we all got up.

Kiri:Come on.

Said Kiri as we all made our way to the ikrans that just came back.

Tuk:Mom!

Yelled Tuk as Neytiri got off of her ikran.

Neytiri:Tuk Tuk Tuk.

She said hugging Tuk.

Jake:Fall in!

Yelled Jake as Loak got off of his own ikran.Neteyam did as well but he go off of Jakes ikran.

Jake:You are supposed to be spotters.You spot bogeys and call them in.From a distance!

Yelled Jake.I could hear anger in his voice as i got to them and was now standing next to him.

Jake:Does any of that sound familier?Jesus i let you two geniuses fly a mission and you disobay direst orders.

Said Jake as i looked at Neteyam.He was hurt.I took a step towards him and started to look at his injuries.Kiri did the same.

Jake:Kiri , y/n can you go help grandmother with the wounded.

Kiri:My brother is wounded.

Neteyam:Kiri its fine.

Jake:Tuk go with them go.

Said Jake as Kiri sighed and started to walk to grandmothers tent with Tuks hand in hers.I gived one last look at Neteyam as he noded at me to which i turned and started to walk after Tuk and Kiri.

Neteyam:Sir i take full responsibility.

Jake:Yeah you do becauseyour the oldest you gatta act like it.

That was the last thing i heard.Neteyam really needs to stop taking the blame for Loak.I love him but he is stupid a lot of times and Neteyam just needs to take the blame for the stupid things he does.

It did not take long to get to grandmas tent.There were not a lot of warriors in it just 2 well only 1 since one of them was already pached up.Kiri helped Grandma with the last warrior and after a little the man left and Spider and Neteyam came in.

Spider:Yuhu guess who is back.

y/n:Neteyam!

I said as i got up and made my way to him.

Spider:I was looking for«Spider oh dear Eywa i missed you« but okay go to him first.

Said Spider as Kiri started to laugh and pulled Spider to  sit next to her.

y/n:You are more hurt then i thought.

Neteyam:I am fine Kxetse.

y/n:How stupid are you.You cant just go to the battlefield.You could have died.

I said as i pulled to the ground and start to look for something to put on his wounds.

Neteyam:Im sorry.I just did not want Loak to get hurt.

He said looking at the ground.

y/n:….Do not be sorry.Im just worried about you.Just try not to be so stupid next time.

Neteyam:So your not mad at me?

He asked as he looked back at me with a big smile.I hit his head and took a seat next to him as i started to pach him up.Grandma started to put somethings on his back as well and not long after Loak came.

Neteyam:Aw.Aw .Aw!

Loak:Owwww want y/n to give you a kiss on the boo boo.

Said Loak as Neteyam hissed at him.

Kiri:I would use Yalnabark.

Grandma:Oh you would?And who is Tsahik?

Kiri:You are Grandma.Move.

Said Kiri as she pushed Loak.

Kiri:You are grandma but yalnabark is better.It stings less.

Said Kiri as grandma started to put more things on Neteyam.

Neteyam:Aw Aww!

y/n:Oh shush Net.

Loak:Mighty worrior.

Said Loak as i looked at him.

y/n:Oh shut it Loak or do you want me to put some on you?

I asked as i raised the small pot in my hand with the medicine I made inside.I am not a healer and the madicine i mahe is pretty bad but Neteyam still lets me put it on him.Even if it makes him feel even worse somethimes.

Loak:No thank you!

Spider:Bro your really scared of the madicine she made hm?

Loak:Spider did you ever try it?It is the worse!

Said Loak as i looked to the ground.I knew he did not want to make me sad but i still felt a little hurt.Spider peted my head as Neteyam looked at me.

Neteyam:Well i think its great.Aw!

Loak:Yeah your a bad lier.

Said Loak as i got up and started to walk to him.

Loak:Oh no dont come to me with that in your hand!

Yelled Loak as he started to run away.

y/n:Oh come back hire you baby!

I yelled as i started to run after him.

Kiri:Stop running!

Loak:But she wants to put that on me!

Kiri:I dont care dont be a baby and let her i can see your a little hurt on your right arm!

y/n:Yeah Loak its going to help.

Loak:Agh fine.

.

.

.

Loak:Aw. Awwwwwwwwww!!

Neteyam:Oww poor you want a kiss on the boo boo?

Asked Neteyam as he was now all pached up and Loak was the one getting pached up.

Loak:Shut it.Y/N im fine stop!

y/n:Hehehe okay okay.

I said as Loak got up.

Spider:Her guys wanna go to the lab?

Kiri:I would love too.

Loak:Yeah i guess just get me out of hire.I dont wanna see that thing ever again.

Said Loak looking at my madicine.

Spider:Sis wanna come with us?

Asked Spider as Kiri and Loak already started to walk out of the tent.

y/n:Oh i would love to but i need to..

I started as i looked at Neteyam.

y/n:I need to finish Tuks toy.

Spider:Oh okay then see you later then.

Said Spider as he walked out.

Neteyam:Finish Tuks toy?

Asked Neteyam with a smile on his face.

y/n:Well i had to say something.

Neteyam:And telling him the truth would not work?

y/n:You know how he gets.If i told him your taking me on a ride he would kill me.

I said as Neteyam started to laugh.

Neteyam:Well your right.So can we go?

y/n:Yes yes lets go.

I said as we both started to walk out of the tent.Grandma went out with Tuk some time ago so noone was in the tent when we left.We were walking for a little bit before we got to the rocks the ikrans were on.Neteyam called his ikran and he was next to us in no time.

y/n:Hey boy.

I said as i peted the ikrans head.

Neteyam:He likes you a lot you know.

y/n:Mhm.

I said as i was still peting his head.Neteyam got up on his ikran and looked down at me.

Neteyam:Come.

He said as he offered me his hand to help me get up.I took his hand and i was on the ikran in to time.

y/n:Why do i have to sit in front of you?

Neteyam:Well if you were taller you would be sitting behind me.But cus your just a little taller then Tuk you have to sit in front of me.

y/n:Ha ha ha.Real funny.

Neteyam:Heh sorry but your more safe this way Kxetse.

y/n:I know i know.Can we go now?

Neteyam:Heh yes yes.Hold here.Dont move around until we are in the air.If you feel strange scared hurt or anything tell me.Dont let go of the saddle and…

y/n:Neteyam.

I said as he looked down at me.

y/n:I get it.Dont worry.

Neteyam:Yeah sorry.

He said as he sighed.He yipped as the ikran started to fly.It was not long before we were up in the air.It was perfect.It was close to eclips and i could already see the stars in the sky.

y/n:Wow.Its beautiful.

Neteyam:Mhm.It really is.

He said as i could feel his gaze on me.

y/n:You are so lucky.You can do this all day.I wish i could.

Neteyam:Mhm i really am lucky.

He said his gaze still on me.

y/n:You think i could get an ikran?

I asked as i looked back at him.It seemed as if he had came out of his day dream world.

Neteyam:Well you cant make tsaheylu.So i dont think it would work. Tsaheylu is very important.

y/n:I know…….i just wish i could.

I said as his arms tightened around me.

Neteyam:Hey i can take you for a ride any time you would like.I do not mind.

y/n:Thank you Net your the best.

Neteyam:You think so?

y/n:Mhm…..the best.

I said as i leaned against him.It was silent for some time.Not him nor me said anything for some time.It was just the sound of the wind and some animals under us.

Neteyam:We should go back.Its getting late……y/n?You good?

y/n:Shut it im trying to sleep.

Neteyam: You are trying to sleep while you are leaning against me?

y/n:Mhm.

I said as i heard a chuckle.

Neteyam:Then rest my Kxetse.

He said.That was the last thing i heard before i went to my dream world.I was woken up by someone talking.

Spider:You took her to fly?With an ikran!?

Neteyam:Spider calm down we dont wanna wake her up do we?

Spider:What ever.Just dont do it again.What if she got hurt.Or worse what if she fell of?

Neteyam:Do not make me think those things.

Spider:Well you need to consider them.

Kiri:Mawey.Let the girl sleep.

I could hear Kiri say as i could hear someone walk out of the tent which  i guessed i was in.

Kiri:Neteyam….Be more careful.If you wanna take her out on a date dont let Spider know.

Neteyam:Its not a date!

Kiri:Shhhh.You dont wanna wake your girlfriend up do you?

Neteyam:Kiri!

Kiri:Okay okay i will stop.But you should go rest as well.Mom and dad wanna take you out training tomorrow right.

Neteyam:Yes.Im going.

Kiri:Bye bye lover boy.

Said Kiri as i could hear someone hiss.Im sure it was Neteyam.I felt a small smile on my face.I am not sure if it is cus of their funny talk or maybe cus Kiri teasing Neteyam about us being something and him being so shy about it.

[thatfoxnamedfinley]

The Motherfucking Consequence aka Dark Age thoughts

holy SHIT

holy FUCK

I was just up until 4AM finishing this book

It was so...........GOOD

Nearly flawless!

The CAST!

The PLOT!

THE STAKES!

DARRRRROOOWWWWW

ok spoilers under the cut bitches

I have been left in the crumpled ruins of this book

where do I begin, like where do I even START

Ok ok ok holy fuck I'm already cackling

The first part was PERFECTION. Back and forth with Darrow and Lysander.

HERE I AM YOU DEVIANT BITCH. THE MOTHERFUCKING CONSEQUENCE

DARROW YES THIS IS WHAT I LOVE TO SEE

The Storm Gods and Orion (r.i.p baby girl) and Lysander describing Darrow as he comes to battle

GOOSIES BITCH

"If you hear wolves, find me. Only a legion accompanying the Slave King is permitted the howl. If you hear it, he is coming."

How the howls announce Darrow and Lysander describing how Darrow fights is CRAZZZYYYY Like he knows where a strike is coming without having to see it

Lysander watching Darrow carve his way through the troops like a DARK SOULS BOSS

Then Darrow is gone as quick as he came after destroying everything in his path

Lysander being Mr. "The Genius of His Violence" talking about Darrow XD

*Beginning of next chapter*

D A R R O W

"We brush away light resistance."

LMMMFFAAAOOOOO ok go off king

Seeing Darrow at the peak of his fighting is SO COOL to see.

I made an audiobook bookmark cackling at someone calling Apple a muscled walking penis LMAO

Ephraim was SO enjoyable. His chapters were so much more lighthearted and funny even though the content of his chapters was not (VOLSUNG FAAAA holy fuck).

"Someone starts to say Freihild is deft in all things. Yeah yeah shutup." lmmaaooooo

R.I.P Eph

Especially right after he was able to reunite with Volga....

And PAX PILOTING THAT AIRSHIP and the people of Mars being ride or dies for Reaper is so so fucking good

SO GOOD

I had goosies

Lyria's story was much better this time around (lmfao when she was playing stupid to get close to Duncan by grinding on his dick LMAO and then she literally dunked him in acid) as she was one of my complaints from Iron Gold. But she, Victra and Volga were great. And that...parasite? In her brain wtf it can detects like heat signatures but I have no clue it's purpose.

Victra is such an interesting character because I go back and forth on her a lot. I still don't understand how she and Sevro work. Sometimes I'm like FUCK YES GO VICTRA

Like when she was unleashed after her baby was killed (omfg) and she was just POUNCING on people and killing and tearing and I was like YEEEEESS VICTRA BITCH GO GO GO GOGOG OGG OGOG O!!!!!

But then when she was acting nuts after Electra and Pax were first taken I was like

Harmony finally dying A+

I can't believe how far gone and radical she was (the child wives WTFFFF)

Volsung Fa being Ragnar's father I did not see coming. I want him vs Darrow so bad

I want Darrow vs anybody so bad tbh

I love when Darrow wins *cries in Dark Age*

r.i.p Sefi she got fucked up bad and it's nuts that all it took was someone like Volsung Fa to completely take over the Obsidians and make them hungry for war again. I'm very curious his part in the story and what his plans are. He wants war on everyone so....what? So Obsidian can rule? I think they will be a huge factor turning the tides of the war.

LYSANDER. He's a great character but I hate him. I understand what he's trying to say the Pierce Brown has done a very good job with finding nuance in the ways that others look at Darrow and how he can be perceived as a villain.

BUT IM STILL TEAM REAPER BEETCHES IF YOU'RE ON ANY OTHER TEAM BLOCK ME

TEAM REAP 5EVA

He wants Gold to rule again, to "sheppard" the other colors because they're incapable of being on their own in his view. He wants the society back but with more checks on power but as we've seen, most Golds are not capable of that.

So like...what do we do? We either have them in power or kill all of them? What's the medium? Where does this war END? HOW? Then at the end when all hope is lost, when he MORTALLY WOUNDS Darrow (I was SCREAMINGgGGGGG) and CASSIUS?

CASSIUS?

BRO where WERE you

wtf!!! he's pops up like "lol brooding again huh" while Darrow has a slingblade sticking out of his body with no hope left

The legend of Darrow grows, the weight of his name as Reaper and the gravity of battles when he's on the field is AMAZING. I love it i love him so much please let him survive through this series he deserves HAPPINESS

"I would die for the truth that all men are created equal."

my king

Pax slowly understanding the burden on his father is a nice touch and Electra is just like her parents lmao a little helion

YO THE COUP

When Virginia was like *squints around* something is wrong

and whenever Pierce Brown has one of his characters say something is wrong then something is REALLY FUCKING WRONG

They killed DAXXOOOOO nooooooooo and Dancer too *sits silently*

Here's the thing, Dancer wasn't on Virginia's side until he had to be and I don't like that. I feel like...he wasn't meant to be written to be unlikeable but I haven't liked him in Iron Gold or here in Dark Age

Good riddance Red Hand

I have no idea what's going to happen in Light bringer but I'm going to start it tonight, godspeed my goodman

ps GOOSIES when Mars formed that slingblade and Virginia was like "Mars endures." yo Mars is the GOAT

pss Diomedes im super interested in, he seems honorable and Cassius is alive so...ALLLLYYY??????? pls pls pls pls pls

YO ATLANTIA IS FUCKING NUTS

so is Lysander

so is Apple

so is Ajax

r these people ok

because they're all barely held together by a single string

not sure how I feel about the Jackal clone tbh but Lilath is also nuts

*sits up suddenly*

WAIT WHERE IS SEVRO

I wish we had more of Ephraim in the future tbh...

[popculturealchemy]

Doing the work and having it showing.

Instead of doing the work you found the shortcut.

The five minute pain of explaination.

Why haven't you done this.

Why isnt this done yet

how did you get done so fast

The invisibile person not in the relatioship

The division of friends.

The division of commuinty

The glue.

Therapy needing 3 people.

Triangles needed.

Imparcial

Like a bizzare police interigation

All secrets. Do you what you want with each other.

Let it be known somehow..

This extra way to get what you want. Without anyone getting hurt.

Someone you trust because they have someone they trust.

Like a node or whatver. A checker.

That slowmo cam at the finish line.

That absolute winner.

Winning by a penis.

Certain instances and needs riding that fine line. Of that third dension.

What do you see?

Can you see me?

Can you see what I mean by.. me?

Im distressed. Im distressed because my partner is distressed.

I'm distressed because im alone.

Boucing around in this z axis.

The feelings. The feeling of feeling feelings in front of other people.

The feeling of feeling feelings and feeling like im not ready to feel the feelings of the persons feelings.

Being the accountant. the abacus being a complete frawd.

Needing that triangle. The z axis.

A fulcrum

A relative

A literal

relative.

hating the pun. but overthing the pun.

This is why its there, but maybe we fucked up the structure.

Things needing to shift. when born even. Relationships like a shepards tone.

The winding and the speeding up of something new.

This third demntino just a thing we just discovered.

As a species.

Relyihng on feelings forever.

Forginv spelling.

Im hurting why are you judging me.

none of this is real.

why does how i deliver it matter.

Words have always been code language.

Whispering asmr.

Bringing us closer.

a clue.

A blind spot to focus on

Oxymoron being self reducting

It's own atom. splitting.

Words never had meaning.

We felt them into existence.

Feeling like kenny g.

And that being a great thing.

This light bob ross feeling.

no mistakes

even not knowing how to end things not being a mistake.

Not knowing if this needs a tldr

not being a mistake.

tldr

you didn't read this

youre going to.

tldr a type of algorithm.

an ai to condense my feelings.

Get to the point.

I never wanted to have a point.

I love or I fear.

And thats basically it.

I'm afraid ofo things now.

And I have to be aware of that.

I'm aware that i'm aware.

And thats a heavy burden.

But downwards has always been my home.

Under da sea,

Our final form

X

Being the crab and singing.

Feeling fine

Hating disney.

Feeling fine

Wanting to watch disney now

Feeling fine. .

One thought at a time please.

I'm taking my time

Its actually mine

This pixel.

This waste of 0s and 1s. Mine

Overthinking being wasteful.

And the final judgement of being a consumer.

Wasting evergy

feeling fine

wasting resources

feeling fine

Remembering

to feel fine

to feel fine being a great perfect start.

A goal to start to feel fine.

What is my purpose always.

feeling fine.

feeling like this is a tagent

feeling fine

Getting a flashback

feeling fine

Remembering I might have to write my own religion to justify my own behavior., IN writing. with no mistakes mayvbe

feeling fine

tdlr

Im feeling fine

seriiously its just kind of fun to be dramatic. that being a type of impetus.

feeling fine.

deep breath

click post

feeling fine

tldr

feeling fine and finding closure.

leaving things in the wake

and finishing thoughts and projects and publishings

totally lost my tone.

entering back into a different reality

feeling fine

breaking too many boundaries of breaking 3rd demention

feeling fine.

tldr

to feel fine

[dailyautophagy]

I tell people I have no piercings or tattoos but that’s only half true

I do not have tattoos lol but

I pierced my own belly button when I was 13

Then I got it done by a ‘professional’ when I was 18

And I haven’t worn a belly button ring since I was like 21

now im 35 and like a couple days ago I got a bunch of puss out of it and it did not smell nice lol cause you gotta smell the puss and see what’s up

And then tonight idk if it whiskey induced or what but I have metal flossing pick things and I stuck the top of one just a lil in to see what it felt like and I felt nothing so I was like no way this hole still exists so I put it in the bottom hole and kinda pushed up not even hard and I could see the tip pokin out the top hole like ???????? I put triple antibiotic on it I’m not fucking around with a belly button but like ??????? You NEVER closed? It’s been well over a decade since anything’s been in there are it just never closed???

Guess I can’t claim to have no piercings lol despite not having my ears pierced ever I definitely didn’t think I had to count a belly button piercing from 2008 but yo

I do lol

My bread is a tiny bit burned on the top which I literally knew would happen because it happened with the mf banana bread and still I did not cover for half the bake time lol whatever

It ain’t gotta be perfect im not selling it to strangers

I make mayo tomorrow tho 0.0 wish me luck lol i have an immersion blender and eggs and EVOO and don’t think I need much else

It’s just gonna be two turkeys and a ham and mashed potatoes and gravy and mac and cheese and corn and peas and like that is all lol two pies and mini strawberry short cake jawns for dessert and martinellis sparking cider for beverages and

The weird thing about being a considerate nice human is that yeah I thought about getting buddy the ginger beers he likes but literally fuck him he does nothing for me so I am gonna start doing nothing for him lol even though it makes me feel bad

Like I hate how being a piece of shit is contagious in that regard

I want to suck on penis and make meals and be a happy little lady but I have to do everything else so I get no like

Whatever lol

I’m thankful I have a whole house to bitch about this selfish clown in

I’m thankful I have a good career

I’m thankful I have a good safe home

I’m thankful I have a good smart sister

I’m thankful I have good happy kitties

I’m thankful I have good screen buds

I’m thankful I have good bud buds

I’m thankful I have good health and good genetics

I’m thankful I have good technology that shows me things I’d never find on my own (ie: Barbara)

I’m thankful I have good tumblr rambles to fall back on when I need to

I’m thankful Trump is president

I’m thankful I don’t watch TV lol

I’m thankful I had the self discipline to listen to all of Barbara’s lectures on SoundCloud multiple times. I swear I hear new things or make new connections every time.

I’m thankful for seasons

I’m thankful for everything I buy myself lol

I’m thankful for the gifts people who care about me gave me

I’m thankful for air purifiers and space heaters and humidifiers

I’m thankful for natural fibers

I’m thankful for clean air

I’m thankful for my amazing body that works beautifully despite my giving it literal poison on the daily for over a decade

I’m thankful I never got a DUI

I’m thankful my liver and kidneys still seem to work very well lol

I’m thankful my eyesight has stayed the same amount of bad

I’m thankful for my parents who are deceased but who literally couldn’t have fucked up that bad or I’d have been a stripper and I definitely woulda lost this house lol but thankfully father taught me that I had to have a job and thankfully mother taught me that I had to trust my gut instincts always lol and honestly my gut is telling me to stop eating after 7pm lol no wonder you wake up in the middle of the night

And no my faggot of a human doesn’t just wake me up for sex often lol but 100% that is what it was that day I was fed up to the extent of not saving face for his benefit and he deleted his lil tumblr about it lol because he knows he’s wrong for that

He just sucks lol like somewhat often

We laugh and we are passionate but goddamn he is inconsiderate and selfish and self centered and needy and

It is what it is lol

I want to feel taken care of with this man but he just doesn’t want to take care of me lmao like I said before he barely takes care of himself and rarely takes care of his kitties

Those poor girls are the majority of the reason I was like “you are moving back with me” cause he was legitimately paying $800 to have a 8’X6’ room in a basement with like a mini vent window only… that’s an oversized closet like you can’t make two cats live in there. Absolutely ridiculous.

And he’d rather be there apparently cause he’s just a piece of shit like as long as there’s internet he’s fine

And as long as there’s a screen to stare at aren’t we all fine

I want to be thankful for a man who loves me and provides for me and makes me happy but I don’t have that lol I can pretend I have that but this is one of the rare things that you can’t “fake it til you make it” with - cause only he can ‘make it’ and only i am fakin it.

No mas lol

I provide nothing anymore. The lights and the roof ain’t enough then go back to the basement closet thing. I can’t spend the latter half of my life tryna live for someone else lol you want good proteins and nice foods you can buy them. Nigga makes almost twice what i make and yet somehow never has money. Even i have money sometimes. Make it make sense

Make me sleep lol it MIDNIGHT ALMOST

Wompwomp

Good ramble. Sleep now. My dreams are neat at least lol life is not ideal but my dreams compensate 🥰

SO THATS THE MAIN ONE

I am thankful for my brain, and all of its faggotry

Can we get a curtsy emoji or nah

[kieairakitty]

June 8th - Frustration

Frustrated is my feeling for the day.

I am disappointed that Daddy and Sissy have pretty much given up on quitting smoking already. I am frustrated that Sissy constantly doesn’t follow the rules, I feel like I am the one that is being the Domme but I am having to do it through Daddy.

I have been questioned myself a lot lately. Perhaps I am not a submissive, perhaps I am a switch. Should I let loose my Mistress side? Domme Lea but be dommed by Daddy? How would I even bring that up, and how would that dynamic even work? (side note - because I feel like I want sissy and daddy to read this - this is nothing set I just need to get my thoughts out of my head)

I feel like I could be a Mistress again (I used to do it all the time in RP) Anarane was a Switch, she dommed many people, but only the truly strong males could dom her ... and it was pretty hot. Their hand wrapping around her throat and forcing her to submit .... mmph.... just remembering it makes me tingle.

(Might have to make a seperate post for Daddy and Sissy to read and leave out the trip down memory lane lol)

I am also frustrated because I feel like Daddy needs to be a stronger dom, but Im not sure if he can be. He is a sweet, soft, caring Daddy - which don’t get me wrong I love - but sometimes I want more, and sometimes I feel like Lea needs more. I don’t want to force Daddy into being something he is not. So I have also contemplated perhaps seeking out another more Dominate Dom to join our family .... not that I ever would without talking to everyone first, but it is a thought that crosses my mind quite often.

I havent been feeling very little lately, and I miss having my little days ... that is something I dont ever want to give up, but if Im going to have to take control and be the one who decides on discipline, pain or pleasure, then lets just do that.

For starters, I’d limit them both to 4 smokes a day and if they use them all up early. Too bad, deal with it until the next day and try to ration it better. Or I’d st certain times, you get one when you wake up. One more around lunch, one in the afternoon and one after dinner. Not only would it help their health, it would save us all money - which we are all rather short on. It makes me feel guilty about going out for dinner, when I know were struggling and going to be out of money again come Monday and just barely hanging on until my payday.

As it is, I did a cash advance for Ottawa, paid it back then borrowed again because I didnt have any cash left. And will probably have to do it again this pay. Hoping come the first when I get my double pay I can pay it off and then leave it alone.

Sissy is even worse off, she’s living off her overdraft, which is causing friction in her and Kirstens relationship, and I was rather annoyed when Daddy said she could buy some toys at Walmart. Managed to convince her to buy something that was more useful and less money at least, but she was rather mad when I took her toys and said not unless daddy says .... and then he goes and says yes.

I feel like I have to remind him to check in on Sissy, to make sure she’s wearing her glasses, or drinking water (which I dont think she has done in days) yet he doesnt really check in with me and there is no one to remind him that I need help too. 

Perhaps our dynamic should shift. I need a Master, I would then be a MIstress to Lea ... but would still be Daddys girl and Sissy would be daddys brat. I dunno, Im just trying to figure everything out.

Im also frustrated with the pets. I hate that Loki is always in my face. His humping the bed bothers me as does his gross penis. I dunno it just makes me uncomfortable. I am not a dog person by any means, and Id never ask sissy to give up her dog, I hate that Boba and Loki dont get along, but I also like that hes not in the living room and constantly in my face. I feel like if he was, I’d end up sequestering myself to the bedroom a lot, just to be away from him and with my kitties. Dogs are fun once in a while, but Im not a huge fan of living with one. *This part I would never tell Lea though, as I know it would really upset her*

I am worried about when Kirsten comes to live here. The way Lea gets annoyed with her antics makes me upset, I still feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable around her, especially when we are alone. And even on the Ottawa trip I foud myself saying “Shut up” In my head when she would start going on about certain things, and just wanting to get away from her. She tries to get it on the play time and it seems to only bother Lea, which in turn bothers me, but also makes me feel bad that Kirsten is often left out. 

I love Lea, and I love having her here, but every once in a while I wonder .... did we jump into this too fast? If it was just Lea, no dog, no Kirsten, I feel like things would be fine - we could just deal with the Dominance issue, but it’s not and I need to find a way to deal with everything all at once.

*Slight side note - Im annoyed that Sissy stays up all night and then naps all day. I again feel like this is something Daddy needs to address as her Dom, but I get tired of being the one to have to point these things out.

Think I got enough off my mind to have a nap before I have to go to my doctors appointment - another thing that annoys me - why am I always the one that has to sleep on the couch? I was looking forward to having the bed to myself for a bit after Daddy left for work but she came in right away and I was frustrated so I ended up just getting up - took care of my cats and her dog because of course she went to bed late so shes sleeping through his whining. I think this family really needs to figure out a routine.

[dragomer]

hey so as a trans person i kinda started stomping when i saw your post about trans ppl

you mentioned the disabled person getting a sex change (i saw it on twt) and if you actually looked around and read the article about it; you would see how wonderful that person is. they have a steady job and are genuinely trans. it was actually a really inspiring story! so please go read up on that.

anyway, yes, i agree that DNA doesn't change, but you obviously don't know anything about hormone therapy. i don't mean to sound like an asshols but dude....

if you're a afab person and you get on testosterone hormone therapy there are plenty of side affects which are permanent and actually change the way your body functions. your clitoris grows around an inch or two, you start to get a much higher sex drive, you grow LOTS of body hair, and you can literally get erections down there!!

also when it comes to reassignment surgeries. with top surgery you need to go through MULTIPLE stages of appointments, therapy recommendations, and forms. the actual regret rate of trans surgeries is less than 1% of transgender people regret their surgeries! the reason for that is all the hoops you need to cross to get there. you can't just wake up and be like, "oh hmm i want to become a man TODAY" that's now how it works. if someone does regret their transition it's likely because of doctors and malpractice.

going back to the hormone therapy for a moment; i did mention it but trans men can get erections after starting testosterone because the clitoris grows. after it grows to a certain length (obviously it won't get bigger than 3 inches. that being the max for most people) it's possible to cut the small piece of skin connecting it to the vagina! which is really awesome because that means you can have a small little penis!

to continue that thought, doctors can actually surgerically align (i have no idea how they do this but my friend had it done and so have other trans men) the urethra with that makeshift penis. meaning trans men can stand and pee!!! and again, you need LOTS of doctors assessments and therapy assessments to actually achieve this surgery considering how serious of a procedure.

i somewhat also hate the stigma that there is only "one way" to transition. some people do it differently. not everyone gets every surgery or even hormone therapy. person i plan on getting top surgery, but i have no intention of getting on testosterone.

i genuinely can't believe how far technology has advanced in the surgery field solely to help with gender affirming care.

another thing about testosterone is that it's deepens an afab person's voice and vocal cords. the vocal cords actually shift like a boy during puberty does which causes the deepening. also Adam's apples may occur.

the human body is genuinely so amazing. as someone who is a Christian, i think it's wonderful to explore and use our bodies as a blank canvas. God gave us the ability to make and mold, to experiment, and personalize our bodies in a way that makes us feel good. God wants us to be who we are. if it's so bad to get a medical surgery then why is it okay to get a tattoo? both are permanent. if God makes no imperfections then why do i need glasses?

either way, i know i wont/mostly like can't change your mind, but i do want you to keep this information in the back of your head. i genuinely don't mean this in an attacking tone or hostility. i honestly just want you to be informed.

also im sorry for making this somewhat graphic but i think its important because you don't understand how the body also medically progresses throughout a transgender transition.

-signed, a fellow zucest shipper

I don't think we're talking about the same person because the one I'm talking about was directly mentioned to be non-verbal, which from my quick google search to find the article you were talking about doesn't seem to be the case for who you're talking about. In their case I have no issue with their decision as an adult beyond thinking they got scammed by greedy surgeons.

Yes, obviously hormone therapy has permanent effects but your body will keep producing hormones fitting your body as a male or female. Lots of stuff done in trans 'care' packages have permanent effects, I'm just saying they don't change anything that would make someone a man or a woman.

...I don't wanna be rude but clits get erect even with 0 therapy or anything, that's just a thing they naturally do. IIRC clits even develop from the same 'root' the tip of men's dicks develop from in fetus (could be misremembering tho). That's not even a change.

I know how it works, the procedures and all, I just think those in charges of those procedures are greedy fuckers selling a lie. Thanks god the situation isn't as bad as it could be and there are guard rails but it doesn't change it could also be a lot better. My post just wasn't about that.

But it doesn't give you a penis tho, it doesn't ejaculate, it doesn't get hard like a penis, you basically just have a prosthesis that can look like it's erect sometimes while piggybacking off of the natural clit's ability to actually get erect.

Yeah, of course there's a system to let people still pee after the operation, otherwise people would be dying and it'd be an entirely different discussion.

I'm not saying there's only one way to transition, I'm saying there are currently no way to actually 'transition' from male to female or from female to male, everything currently available is at best a stopgap and at worst a scam and way too many doctors sell surgical transition as something it's not for money, which I find fucked up.

Even smoking can shift your vocal cords, screaming a lot can shift your vocal cords, faking a gruff or high pitched voice can also do it if done for a very very long time. That's not really making someone a man or a woman.

I'm not christian, I purely believe in the physical world as far as practical decisions go (for non-practical decisions, I just go by rule of cool). It's just that sadly there's no way to actually change sex and the surgery doesn't accomplish that despite claiming it can, which is messed up.

I don't care if you get a tattoo but if a dude is selling tattoos and just put some lead paint on people before telling them they're good to go and it's totally a tattoo, then I very much care because it's obvious he's a scammer taking advantage of vulnerable people.

It's fine, I'm not taking any of this badly, my only real reaction to those questions is wondering why anyone would care about my opinion on trans stuff when I just post about Dragon Ball and ATLA.

I very much understand that there are very real consequences and changes to the body through surgeries and hormones, I'm just saying none of those changes correlate to actually making someone a man or a woman. If it make you more comfortable in your body to some extent, great but it just won't make you into a man or a woman and it's something that need to be acknowledged instead of hyped up.

Thanks for the ask ^^

[lessdyke]

he wasnt answering my calls so i popped by his house during the afternoon. he was hanging out with his loser friend but uh i didn't really give a shit i just told him i wanted him to fuck me on the ass again. they both laughed but they were clearly interested/horny at me just begging for anal, but alex is a lil bitch and told me that since i was the one that broke up with him i should at least repay him before i asked for favors. so i gagged myself on his erect penis for about an hour (he came three times). he said he was done for now so we hung around some more w them playing videogames and stuff. i was so fucking horny tbh i just wanted his cock again. i started pleading into his ear that i needed it so so badly (saying all those nasty things that get him going) so at one point i just got to him and he puts his controller down, asks me if i mind that his friend watches cause it'd be rude to leave him again when im the one that popped by his house without notice. at this point i know that im either getting fucked in front of his loser friend or not at all. so i do the only reasonable thing and allow them to direct me however they want so I can get my guts rearranged: i finger my ass open for them, let them take vids of my winking hole, say the nasty shit they want me to say.... and when Alex seems to agree that I've earned it, he just fucks me until I'm a new fucking person istg. he fucks me for so long and so intense, pushing my limits so bad, that im left gaping and pushing out globs of cum by the end of it. my cunny is quivering and so so wet bc the mfer hasn't given me the pleasure of making me come, but fuuuucckk at least I've been sooo well fuckkeedd hnngmmm... he sits back as if he was done so i crawl between his legs to lick his penis clean while i beg him to make me come. he just says "next time bb, im out of it today" while he pets my head condescendingly. so i have to go home and masturbate by myself 😳 then i get atext in the middle of the next of his friend cumshoting a picture of me getting my ass split open. i hate men ♥

i don't think i can wait anymore... ill just beg alex to make me his anal bitch 😵

[stargirlfics]

girl ???!?!??!? mean baby daddy chris ??!?!? SIGN MY PETTY ASS THE FUCK UP ????

cause like let's say i actually go on a date and drop the kid off at my mom's or something ?? and this mf shows up and drags me out of there. first i know i would be the worst cause im not folding for you, even if you've got devine penis power.

'christopher i swear to god, you need to mind you own business and leave le the fuck alone'

'leave you alone ? when you're going around collecting dicks ?? one just isn't enough for you is it ?'

and he would expect you to get mad, violent even BUT NO !! you look at him and you smile.

'chris. i need you to understand one thing. the only thing we've got in common as of right now, is our baby. the moment you decided to start acting like i was disposable in this marriage, i was free game. you signed the paper, i didn't force you. now deal with it'

and you're right, HE KNOWS IT !!! but it still pisses him off because he hates how nonchalant you are about this ?? the man will break 50 different speed limits to get to his place, throw you over his shoulder and fuck you over the furniture ??

'you think that because we're divorced you're not mine anymore ?? you're still my wife. no matter what you say.'

'let me fuck a baby into you and see if you want someone else, bubba's been asking for a sibling anyways'

and once he's done with you he's so surprised to see you try and leave cause your legs are shaking and you don't seem like you can see or think straight.

he pulls you back into the bed and wrestles you into a hug.

'stop trying to leave me. i know we're not legally together anymore but i wanna try again. I probably don't deserve it but i still want a second chance'

and you could make it easy for him and say yes right away. but will you ?? absolutely not :)

- 🧛🏾‍♀️ anon

ON GOD IT WOULD HE SO HARD NOT TO TAKE HIM BACK RIGHT THEN AND THERE SMH! I loveeeee!

[bakugosbratx]

Okay im really nervous to request but I love your writing so lets do this

(Y/n) has been in an abusive relationship prior to being with katsuki, he knows about it and tries his best to be there for her whenever her mind wanders about it. They’ve been together without being intimate because of how y/n is effected by her previous relationship. But one day, y/n tells katsuki that shes ready, and when they’re about to get intimate she freaks out and holds both of katsuki’s hands that were on her thighs as he was about to eat her out and kept screeching “wait,wait,wait”

He totally understands, gives her a moment to catch her breath before saying “look at me, focus on me” as he kisses her clit and drags his tongue along her slit. He keeps reminding her to look at him and focus on nothing but him and proceeds to fuck her ex out of her mind.

When they come down from their high, he says smugly “i’ll never hurt you, im not like that guy, but they dont call me lord explosion murder for nothing, cause i dont fail to murder this pussy every time” HAHAHAHAHAH I HATE HIM omg was that too specific? Love you stay amazing

I really hope im not late its still the 14th here smh, also lat minute removing the anonymous cause i aint no scardey cat bitch and i want to love you without being scared

NSFW 18+ I’m Not Him — Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

Warning: 18+ Content. Sexual intercourse, degrading, cursing, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fluff, smut, talks abusive past relationship, etc.

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A/N: Omg I love this. As someone who has experienced bad relationships, this is comforting. Even better that it’s with my comfort character. Thank you so much for the request and I’m so sorry it took me forever to get to it. I hope this meets what you’re looking for. The last line killed me to write.

Words: 982

Tags: @peachsenpie @awilddreamerwrites @milkthistletea @lanarist @quietlegends @miriobaby @sickchildren @lil-miminini @bakugousbrat

Katsuki was home earlier than planned tonight. Earlier than you have honestly planned. You just finished rubbing in your favorite lotion amongst your soft skin, a spritz of your matching perfume to enhance the scent, a tad of makeup, and some brand new lingerie you bought for this exact moment.

The door slamming open and then shut alerted that your lust filled boyfriend is stalking up the stairs. This man is hungry and ready to devour every bit of you. He has been very respectful of your wishes to wait, but he is still a man with needs. Needs he only wants to be met with you.

You walk out of the master bathroom that connected to the shared bedroom. You did not even get time to greet your significant other as his lips magnetically connected to yours. You stumble back to the wall where Katsuki barricaded you in with his large mass. He poured all his need for you into your dancing tongues as his hand cups your cheek. You two slowly pull away.

“Welcome home.” You giggle, your heart racing from the thrill of it all. The anticipation you have felt all day has all led up to this moment. The many times you wanted to just give the okay, but the past trauma stopped you. The past always paused moments like these.

Contrary to Katsuki’s temperamental ways, he has never pressured you to have sexual relations with him. He has been very patient and understanding. From the night terrors to the random moments of crying, Katsuki is always there to comfort you to the best of his ability. So, when he received the text message with you in your outfit and the words “I’m ready” his breath hitched. He couldn’t even text back as he is racing home to get to you.

Katsuki did not even speak any words as he leads you to the bed, laying you on your back, hovering over you while planting delicate kisses on your exposed skin. Lovely little moans erupt from your parted lips. He leads your hand to his throbbing erection in his pants, a smug smirk plastered on his face. Your eyes widen.

“Don’t be frightened, babe. I’ll go easy on ya.” Katsuki reassured with a chuckle, releasing his grip from your hand to undo his pants. His throbbing penis is begging for sweet mercy and just the sight of you in that slutty outfit is doing wonders to him. He wanted to show you a wild time, he dreams of it, but he knows to be patient.

Bending down, he discards your panties. You cover your face with your hands since your bare core is in Katsuki’s line of view. A simple swipe of the tongue sent trauma flashbacks into your mind. All the misery, pain, and agony that ex of yours put you through. You cannot take it.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” You screech, placing your hands on Katsuki’s that rested on your hips. Katsuki looks up at you with his normal intense eyes, but they soften with the sight of the tears that prickled in yours.

Giving you a moment to regroup, he speaks, “look at me, focus on me.” He directs. You nod, taking a deep breath. Katsuki places a gentle kiss on your clit then dragging his tongue amongst your slit. He repeats this pattern, not removing his gaze from yours.

Katsuki digs in deeper once he feels your tense muscles relax. Sweet little melodies break free from your plump lips while his tongue explores every part of your cunt. Your pussy is soaked in saliva, each part earning its special attention. Each swirl of his tongue brought you closer to your high. Katsuki can feel you become closer and sped up the process to help you out. Every single drop was digested by Katsuki.

You slightly whined when you feel Katsuki’s face disappear from your pussy, but your whines were quickly silenced when Katsuki’s cock enters your weeping hole.

“Mm Katsuki,” you impatiently demand, “more.”

“You want me to be gentle, remember?” Katsuki chuckled as he slides in more of his erection. Your tight soaked walls stretch to fit his length. Gasp fluttered out of you as you take in all of him. Katsuki has the length and the girth. You are not a virgin, by any means, but you have not been with a man that held this much of size.

“K-Katsuki.” You choke out as he begins to pick up a steady rhythm. Your dripping cunt engulfed all of his cock, stretching to fit his girth each thrust he takes.

“Feels so f-fucking,” he groans as his grip on your hips tightened, “good babe.”

“Mm Katsuki.” You sob, gripping the bedsheets for support. Any thought of your ex cleared your mind because all you can think about is all this cock your cunt is enduring. Katsuki is being gentle as he possibly can be, but he is rough by nature.

“Yeah, I’m fucking the memory of your shitty ex out of your pretty little my mind.”

“You fuck me so good.” You mewl out. Katsuki smirked, enjoying the lewd faces you make.

“Damn right I do.” Katsuki smugly remarks, his dick twitching within the depths of you. He cannot last much longer. Pre cum leaked into your sobbing hole and by a few more strokes, he was busted into you. You are filled with every drop of his cum, Katsuki refusing to remove his dick from you until you milk him dry.

Laying next to you once he is done filling you up, he kisses your lips. Cupping your face so you are forced to meet his rubies, he smugly remarks, “I’ll never hurt you. I’m not like that guy, but they dont call me lord explosion murder for nothing, ‘cause I don’t fail to murder this pussy every time.”

©bakugosbratx

All Rights Reserved

[dailyautophagy]

Thank fuck the election is over soon

And thank fuck we have off next Monday

11/11 make a wish day wish for work off you got it dude

And also thank fuck for the lil Read MORE options because these walls of text are about to get more frequent I guess lol

I can’t make someone want to hang out with me so I just don’t lol you wanna stare at me then yay you wanna stare at screens then BET lol I can too

Granted I don’t have a weird cyber video chat room thing to interact with so i ramble at tumblr but

I mean I washed my clothes I made breakfast and dinner I did the things I was supposed to do lol and then he’ll get offended when I reject his penis offering later like bitch iiiii again don’t like feeling like I have a child so im not gonna be tryna touch penis lol he don’t be remembering shit like bud you gotta get off Obamacare lol that shoulda been done months ago lol I can’t write in your PCP name because I don’t know it and I can’t bring the papers to your HR lol so like you have to fucking do it. 😑 child behavior like no wonder I do not want kids lol already got a manchild

BUT U DISHRESS

So if you type in all caps your phone (or my phone lol) doesn’t be correcting the mf spelling errors?

SO YOURE SAYING EVERYINE WILL KNIW JOW KUCH I JUST FAT FINGER MY FUCKING KEYBOARD AND THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT JT

nice

that’s fun

I mean besides the IM YELLING KIND OF A LITTLE BIT ASPECT ITS ORETTY NEAT

im not yelling by the way lol

I CANT CONTROL THE VOLUME OF MY VOICE

I miss Robin Williams

Mrs Doubtfire hits different as an adult

Like as a kid when they’re at dinner at the end and he’s changing back and forth for his business dinner and his family dinner and you’re like holy shit that’s intense and he forgot he had lipstick on cause of all the switching around …

But as an adult you’re like oh he’s just shit faced lol

So basically I melted (warped, really) the side of one of my 5 gallon jug water bottle things and it was empty so it doesn’t matter that much but I hate plastic despite how useful

Water in and of itself doesn’t really “leach” plastic but our salvia does - it can break it down and then we got it in us lol

Yo Neal Brennan is silly he said all brown people or black people or indigenous people can pray to their ancestors and all us white people should never lol and he is kinda right

I am not saying I started trauma flexing but I think I was the first person to be like “why can’t i brag about an abortion the same we people brag about pregnancy” I used to have a hefty liberal mindset lol i mean i do still kinda think a fetus can’t exist without you so you’re kind of a host so like.. not murder to the degree murdering a thing that actually exists yet just the potential lol but you can’t give someone the ingredients for a cake and say happy birthday lol i mean you can but WORK has to be done before it’s a real thing so like

Anyway the military kills strangers and men fight tooth and nail to defend the right to kill people who are in their homes without their consent or knowledge or whatever so I think women should be able to kill someone in their body without their consent or knowledge or whatever lol bill burr and louis ck takes on the issue but they are both right

And if you pretend to care about climate change guess what / it is preferred if you don’t make more carbon footprints lol

And another thing lol just from a logistics standpoint … the people who are like “don’t kill babies” are generally religious and republican and white …. It’s mostly brown/black people doing abortion and ALL are mostly democrats so like why do you want them to not?? More competition later? You love the colored babies but not once they’re adults? I don’t get it lol just again bc logistically you want less of those types anyway and this has been helping that so like

Whatever

I am sleepy

He has stopped cackling lol i will rest my head and see how it goes

Unions are good? Or nah?

NATO is bad and nato kinda feels like a union 😂

I’m not saying smart things it’s okay I don’t have to say smart things all the time

I don’t even have to say true things lol im not speaking directly to anyone and therefore I ain’t really lying

The sky is green and grass is blue and shoes go on your hands

Oh no did we die

Not yet

Not

Just

Yet

[fanficmemes]

idk if you remember but for a cursed sunday a while ago (i think it was your blog, not sure cause tumblr's search function is horrible) i sent an ask about drarry smut with magic acid that they drank and all that, and then today i also i sent one about spencer reid from cm...and-and dogs...

anyways! im here with more horribleness because im bored and the weight of the sins i have witnessed are too great for me to bear on the own (disclaimer: i do not condone any of the stuff ive talked about, and i do not wish to shame any fan writers bc just cause someone writes fucked up shit doesnt mean they personally think its ok and sending hate to someone you dont know is bad.)

teensie weensie 12 year old me was confused about my gender and looking for genderbent!harry potter fanfic to read. i stumble across a fic that says 'harry grows feline parts' in the summary, assuming the author made a typo and it was supposed to say feminine and click on it

NOPE!! he actually just grows cat ears and a cat tail. since i'm incapable of quitting stories, i read on even though i didn't particularly want to and my gut was giving me a bad feeling (i shouldn't listened)

harry is still at the dursleys, and the abuse is even more than in canon but nobody knows. snape is sent to fetch him and grumbles about it for a bit but then gets there and sees harry literally seconds away from death on the floor. he grabs him and goes to the headquarters where everyone is waiting. he gets healed, they give him some water but then tie him down to a chair and start questioning him about what happened at his house. he refuses, but then feels himself telling them anyway against his will, bc, plot twist, they fucking spiked his drink with truth serum without telling him.

so after they're done doing what is basically the magical equivalent of roofying and forcing him to give details about his bad home life he was not at all okay with talking about yet, he grows /another/ cat tail right next to the first. this is not explained outside of a couple lines about how its a genetic thing on his mom's side (btw, i dont remember it all perfectly, so plz cut my some slack)

insert 12 yo me's eyes bulging out of their head and quickly scrolling up to re-check the tags and being horrified that i somehow missed the snape/harry tag on it. what prompted this? oh, just a small little scene (/s) where snape basically jacks harry (who is still a minor /and/ one of his students) off but with one of the cat tails instead of his penis because?? because??

anyways, harry is (understandably) upset at everyone for the whole tying-him-down-drugging-him-and-forcing-him-to-reveal-information-he-was-not-ready-to-reveal situation so he decides to dip, change his appearance, and go into hiding under a different identity while staying at some hotel or smth.

there's a random subplot where he gets with draco, but as his secret identity whos is like,,,scottish i think and red head instead of himself and draco doesn't know?? however, when they're in bed right after finishing, the order (who have been trying for months to find him) burst through the door and catch him, then reveal his true identity. draco kinda just shrugs and says he would still be up for a second time because, rivals or not, harry was good in bed. harry has the exact same though process about draco and agrees, before draco leaves and doesn't come back into the plot ever again. (this is all happening in front of all of the other characters, who are pissed at harry for?? idek?? running away from them???)

so, they get mad at harry for a bit, there's some arguing, and then snape tells everyone to leave the room. he then proceeds to spank harry, bare skin on skin, as punishment and to get him to come back and join the order. i think someone cums, but i don't know for sure and idk who it was.

they finish up, exit the room, tell everyone harry isn't going to act out anymore, and thats the end. thats it. no explanation of the cat features, no reprimanding of /any/ of the characters' actions, no follow up on harry's emotions and thoughts on this, nope. nothing. the saddest part was prob that he was geniunely just,,,happier as his secret identity and doing nothing and enjoying the small things for months before the order made him come back.

btw, this was a oneshot and like 8k words i think??? i remember finishing and feeling unsatisfied cause i had to read all that and not even get a proper resolution. anyways, hope this was cursed enough for you. (sorry that its super long, i just didn't know how to condense all of this into something shorter)

What the fuck. 5.5/10

[for-ests]

Hey, not sure if you do smut but I think this request can work without a lot if you’d prefer😁 reader’s an art student and needs to sculpt a full body nude sculpture and Tom offers but gets a bit cheeky

thanks for the request dear! this was fun to write :-) i literally know nothing about art so if I get something wrong just ignore! i hope you enjoy!! i went a diff +route but I still think it fits! [ mlist ] 

Word count: 3, 273

Warnings: slight nsfw,, nudity 

Pairing: Tom Holland x art student reader!

“The issue is… I have no idea who to ask.” You sighed deeply, embarrassment washing over you as you talked to your best friends about your upcoming project. 

Everyone knew you were a talented sculptor. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that your professional sculpting internship at (your school) was currently learning about Ancient Greece. One of the requirements to pass the semester was to recreate a modern sculpture of someone you knew, and to make it as realistic as possible. Nakedness and all, which was a huge distinction of Greek statues.

There was a big problem though. You were incredibly shy, and you didn’t know who to ask to model for you.

Nudging you with a laugh, your friend flashed you a mischievous smile. “You know a lot of cute guys, why don’t you ask one of them?”

“Cute guys?” You scrunched your nose. “I know like three guys and I would cry if I had to see them naked.”

She sighed. “Fair. Does it have to be a guy?”

*-You nodded regretfully. “It has to be the opposite sex. It’s annoying but I u

erstand why. It’s important to be familiar with both sexes.”

Your best friend air quoted ‘familiar’ with a ridiculous smirk.

“Shut up.” You huffed, trying not to laugh at how dramatic she had become.

“I think I know a guy, he’s an aspiring actor and model.” Your best friend added casually.

Groaning, you shot her a glare. “Why didn’t you say that right away?”

She shrugged. “I like listening to you talk about your art.”

Her compliment almost worked, but you already knew that was partly the reason she was teasing you so hard. The other reason was because she had been trying to set you up with multiple friends for months. According to her, you had been single for far too long.

Her offer made you ponder deeper about your situation. You were slightly awkward when it came to getting to know someone, but you couldn’t imagine asking someone to strip right away so you could sculpt every curve your eyes grazed over. Whoever it ended up being had to be incredibly confident. Shallow yes, but that’s why you were hoping to find someone insanely attractive. Attractive people were usually confident, and responsibly so. “Maybe a stranger would be worse than someone I know.”

Snorting through her nose, your best friend stared at you like you were crazy. “Definitely not. If it’s awkward you never have to see him again. And if it’s not, well you can get cozy with a cutie.”

Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” You mumbled under your breath. You knew she was right, but you would never inflate her already enormous ego like that.

“You love me.” She sang sweetly.

“I do, now give him my number and tell him it’s of the utmost importance.”

❀∙∘✿∘∙❀

Days later, that conversation was on your mind as you nervously organized your sculpting tools. Trying to relieve some tension, you slapped a pound of clay against the table, and it echoed throughout the workshop.

Reality was the fact that this so called model boy was on his way to your studio. His name was Tom, and from the pictures you saw–he was incredibly handsome.

You couldn’t believe you had agreed to this, but alas, you needed this experience to pass your class. You just hoped and prayed that Tom was a lot more outgoing than you, and could keep the conversation flowing as you stared intently as his erect… penis.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought. How the hell were you going to do this?

Y/N: help (Y/B/F/N) I cant do this!!! im freaking out

Y/B/F: is he even there yet? lmfao

Y/N: noooooo :((

Y/B/F: if it makes you feel any better, he’s excited and thinks ur pretty

Y/N: why didn’t you tell me that before??!

Y/B/F: do u feel better now tho?

Y/N: no

Y/B/F: ik ur smiling ;) u aint slick

Giggling like a schoolgirl to relieve some of your anxiety, you set your cell phone on the table. Truthfully, your best friend had made you feel better. If anything bad happened, it would surely be a wonderful story to tell everyone in the future.

Your eyes naturally glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. 7:00pm. Tom would be here any minute as scheduled.

You took a deep breath and studied your surroundings. All your tools were in place, and the entire studio was tidied up as if you hadn’t worked the space in weeks. Next, you walked to the wall and glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

With your hair in a bun and your shabby working clothes, you looked suitable at best. You did have a little bit of makeup on to help yourself feel more confident. If you felt good, you could make your client feel good in return.

At least it looked like you didn’t try too hard. You didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea.

Then, snapping you out of your trance, there was a knock on the door.

You straightened out your shirt one last time, and tucked your baby hairs back behind your ears. Scoffing immediately after, you shook your head. Why were you trying to look cute? Who cares!

You rushed to grab the front door, afraid that you were making him wait too long. You flung it open, eyes locking with his right away.

You froze.

He was even more dashing in person.

“Judging by your cute outfit, I think I’m at the right place. Y/N right?”

And a British accent?

“Y-yes!” You flashed a smile to mask your obvious hesitation. You could easily play it off by opening the door and keeping your gaze averted. You were the master of smoothness.

“Thank you for coming, it’s about time I got this project done…” You tittered, locking the door behind him for privacy purposes. “You can set your things on the couch over there.” You pointed, eyes meeting his again when he glanced to the couch and then back to you.

“Awesome.” He nodded, holding your gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered, nodding your head back to the small kitchen in the back of the studio. You wished the studio apartment was yours alone, but you shared it with multiple other college students in your program.

“Water… or beer if you have any?”

You threw your head back in laughter, causing Tom to smile at your genuine reaction.

“Yeah, I can get you one.”

“In the meantime, should I just strip?” He smirked, not trying to be sly with his flirtations. Though your cheeks were dusting with pink, you were able to match his energy. Your best friend definitely set you up with someone she knew you’d like.

“Do whatever you want, love.” You mimicked his British accent. “You’re the guest after all.”

Walking past him, you gave him one last look when he was fully-clothed. Tom was certainly the player type, practically the perfect embodiment of the muse you had in mind. This wouldn’t be awkward for you, and it would be even better for him. Men like him thrived off of cheeky discomfort in their female counterparts.

Yet, truthfully, you were enjoying it as well. It felt nice to be complimented so soon into an introduction.

As you cracked open a can of beer for Tom and yourself, you could hear him shuffling around with his items. The sound of his buckle falling against the floor made you suddenly nervous to turn around.

Inhaling sharply, and gulping down a few more sips of beer, you finally gained the courage to walk back to the studio setup, where Tom had already wandered over to, completely naked.

“You seem to be in your element.” You noted, trying to keep your eyes leveled with his. Now that you were thinking about it, remaining calm and professional was excruciating in front of such an attractive man. And it certainly wasn’t helping that he was enjoying your embarrassment.

And least this was exciting.

Thanking you, Tom took the beer and pressed his lips against the cold aluminum. “I would definitely feel a lot more comfortable if you were naked too, darling.”

“Hey now,” You nose scrunched in a form of mock distaste. The man caught on immediately, holding your gaze with a sort of amusement that was masking desire. “I might think about it if you sit nice and pretty for me for more than five minutes so I can sketch you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked over to your crafting desk. You decided you were going to start with the hardest part, the part which your grade depended heavily on- from the waist down.

But first, you quickly sketched Tom posing in multiple poses until you were satisfied with one. You had him mimic a sculpture you couldn’t recall, where one hand was pointed forward and the other was rested casually on his hip.

“Can I see what one you want to do?” He asked curiously from the stand you had him propped up on for a better view.

“Sure.” You flashed him your finished sketch. The lines darted all over the page, making it hard for him to picture what was going on in your head. The picture you had drawn would not make sense to anyone else but the artist. But apparently you were talented, so he would trust the process.

You were also trusting the process. The situation you were in could only be awkward if you allowed it to be. And so far it was moving along smoothly. You had your favorite music playing softly in the background to fill the silence, and Tom seemed to be relaxed and unbothered by how quietly you worked.

“That’s cool.” Tom whispered, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

Giggling from his sudden proximity, you tried to tease him. “It’s fine to not understand it.”

“I definitely don’t know what’s going on but it’s still interesting.” He admitted.

You set the paper back down on the table, and decided to attempt and sculpt the base. Moving past a still naked Tom, you tried to immerse yourself in your work, or at least make it seem like you were focused. “This takes hours you know, weeks and months- it won’t make sense for a long time.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “I’ll get plenty of time to know you better.”

Laughing through your nose, you kept your attention on the clay you had dropped on the floor. “You can put your clothes back on.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “Yeah.”

As you carefully trimmed the base clay with a heavy frame, you lifted your head to find Tom slipping a robe back on. He definitely came prepared. Had he done this before?

“Come here.” You gestured. “I need you to set your feet down on the clay.”

“I didn’t think this would get dirty so fast.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, grabbing his foot and pressing it down hard until the clay took shape to the size.

“Cold.” Tom commented in discomfort.

“I know.” You released your grip on his calf, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “All part of the process, but good news for you- you’re done for the night.”

“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded, standing back up to normal height. “I’m experienced enough to sculpt the feet and legs tonight.”

“When should I come back?” He sounded a tad too eager, but it caused your smile to reappear.

“Tomorrow night if you’re available.”

“And maybe next time you can bring your own alcohol?” You gestured to the multiple beer cans poking out of the recycling bin.

The man flashed you a smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Despite your rejection to his amusing advances, Tom’s expressions and mannerisms remained hopeful. Was it possible he was truly enjoying himself?

“I’ll leave my robe here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time?”

“Same time.” You confirmed, nodding him off. It was about time you started to really focus. Attractive man or not, you always got the most and best work done alone.

Because after the first night, the dynamics between you and Tom changed. He became incredibly invested in your process, asking you questions left and right, asking if there was any way he could help, and practically just lounging next to you hours after he would have been free to go.

“What do your sculptures usually look like?”

“Since this isn’t my own studio, I don’t have any of my pieces here. But I can show you a picture when I get my hands wiped off.”

“What do you build your sculptures with? It’s hard to imagine that a replica of me can come out of that much clay.”

“My sculptures are built with water-based clay and are fired in a gas kiln to cone 4, about 2150 degrees Fahrenheit… “ You nodded towards the back wall that had an installed kiln for you and everyone to share. “Trust me, there will be a lot more clay. Hundreds of pounds worth.”

“Can I help?”

“No.”

There was no lying that you enjoyed his presence. Whether he was talking your ear off or napping to the peaceful beat of your jazz music, there was never a dull moment when Tom was in your studio.

Weeks passed, and so did the process. Your sculpture of Tom had progressed to week three, and that’s when you started to grow nervous. When you finished, which you were almost done, would you ever see him again?

You had barreled through the awkwardness of replicating his genitals and chiseling his six pack perfectly into the hardening clay- but you still felt like something was missing. You knew even when you finished chiseling away his jaw line and chocolate brown eyes, there would still be something missing. Him. His presence.

Maybe it would have been better if you partnered up with a man that had zero personality.

Since it was just you and Tom for hours on end, your conversations gradually grew deeper, they stretched into new lengths, so much so that you eventually felt like you had known him for years.

When Tom claimed he wasn’t looking for a relationship, you felt your heart fall. That’s when you realized you were developing stronger feelings for your model. You hardly had time to think about trivial things like that, but you couldn’t deny your disappointment.

And you were sure he saw the brief tears glossing over your eyes when you turned away. Yet, he didn’t make light of it.

That’s when you knew it was useless.

It seemed useless until the sixth week, when you finally finished the head. You were too afraid to attach it. Tom had spent the last couple hours with you in the studio. His legs kicked back and occasional whistles streaming from his lips. He had practically memorized your playlist to the extent you had.

“Tom.” You called. “Your face is done.”

He cheered excitedly, pushing himself off the sofa and racing towards you. Tom had learned to give you your space while you worked, but in moments where you summoned him, he barely stood inches from you. The man would constantly touch you in ways you couldn’t deny sent shivers down your spine.

Like he did as he rounded the tabletop, planting himself by your side and placing his hand on the low of your back. As if it was natural.

“Wow,” He breathed. “Y/N,” Your name upon his lips sounded as blissful as the music. “It’s.. it’s wonderful. It looks just like me... wow that’s scary.”

“I’m happy you like it.” You bit your lip, wishing you felt more satisfied with your project. You wanted to impress him, but you didn’t want him to go.

“All I have to do is attach the head, and fire it up in the furnace one more time. Then it should be good to go.”

You moved to do so, wanting to remove yourself from his grip. It hurt your heart to know the bond you had formed with him would come to an end. Why did you even let yourself get to this point? Was it because he was good at flirting?

“Wait-” His sentence faltered when you whipped around to face him- looking somewhat hopeful.

“What?”

Tom paused, his throat tightening with the words he never thought he would admit. But he couldn’t leave tonight with at least trying. He needed to know how you felt. Because he could either leave with you in his arms, or he could leave never having to see you again.

He had been thinking of confessing to you for days now, but now that the time came, his mind was blank. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”

“Why do you feel the need to flatter me?” You blurted, still unable to decipher the truth behind his words. You didn’t know how to accept such a compliment. Tom had claimed you were beautiful before, but this time it felt different.

His eyes spoke volumes. The beauty his eyes held was something you would never be able to replicate in a statue. It was a sight you found yourself never growing sick of.

Averting your eyes, you tried to move again. Yet this time, Tom gripped onto both of your arms.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I won’t let you play me.”

“I was never playing you, darling.” The tenderheartedness intertwined with his words caused you to slowly turn your head back. Your lip quivered, and suddenly you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You felt childish and unprepared for the intensity of your emotions.

“I don’t want to leave tonight without knowing if you feel the same.”

You blinked, hand reaching out to grip onto his. “And that is?” 

“I don’t know if it’s love, but it could be.” 

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You said, incredibly softly. 

Tom released your arms. And before either of you could process what to do next, your lips interlocked. 

You gripped onto him tightly, balling his white t shirt into a fist to keep him from leaving your side again. 

“Tom-” You breathed. 

The kiss you shared was laced with a fervent need, one that you had never experienced before, and one that you craved again and again. 

After the passion you felt, the skin prickling desire, there would be no turning back. 

“Fuck, you’re everything”’ He mumbled against your lips. 

You pulled back slightly to gaze at his expression. He had looked so afraid before, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. Much like he did the day he arrived with a teasing attitude, ready to get under your skin and provide entertainment. 

“How long have you felt like this?” 

“Since the first day.” He kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks. 

You whimpered against his muscular frame, trying to ignore the fluttering in your core, fluttering that begged and craved for more. 

“How did you wait so long?” 

“I wanted you to finish.” 

You chuckled, cheesing at his straightforward, simple reply. 

You were positive from that moment moving on, that Tom was not what you had thought at first glance. This entire time he had put you and your project first, letting his own desires sit and warm on the back-burner. That was something you would hold close to your heart, something you would cherish. 

He cared for you in the same way you cared for him. 

“Stay with me tonight, Tom.” 

“I would love nothing more.” 

[wavbleu]

Jordan powell: Punishment pt 2

TW: KIDNAPPING, (some) FEAR PLAY, KNIFE PLAY, FORCE FUCKING, DEGRADING, BONDAGE , AND OVERSTIMULATION , STOP READING IF YOU ARE TRAUMATIZED OR VANILLA.

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*Click,Clack,Click,Clack*

Goes the tall cold man's heavyweight boots echoing through the halls; You looked up at the grey door, watching the doorknob steadily turn left.

It was him.

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You sat in the cold room, wearing nothing but dainty, fragile, pink panties, braless ; Still tied down to the lumpy uncomfortable metal chair, silenced by the rope around your mouth.

You shook in horror and dismay thinking about what he'd do to you this time, would he seduce you with his charms , tie you up and use you like a toy? Or would he finally develop mercy and let you out. Ha. Hardly doubt that. Thats what you hated about Jordan, there was no definite answer of what he'd do to you and he always kept you guessing your fate.

Although you hated how you were tied down majority of the time and Jordan's boastful and cocky attitude , you guiltily liked the fact that you were getting used and put into your place; like a good little whore.

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Jordan walked into the room welcomed by the cold air, "Geesh why didnt you tell me it was so cold." He'd look at the rope around your mouth and chuckle , "oh right."

He lightly kicked the door shut with his boot and walked towards you, he had 2 slices of pizza placed onto a paper plate in one hand and 2 cold sprites in the other.

What kinda kidnapper feeds the kidnapped.. and on top of that decent food? You thought to yourself.

He placed the food onto the gray table in front of you, making your mouth start watering, you were hungry and you haven't eaten anything all day.

But instead of untying you to eat, Jordan grabbed a wooden chair and swiftly sat backwards on it, he opened the sprite and it let out a small "tssst" before he started to slowly drink it in front of you.

You looked at the food then at him; just hoping he would take a hint and untie you. But he just stared at you, sipping his soda.

He's taunting me isnt he?

"Something bothering you? its ok you can tell me." He joked and laughed continuously taking a small swish out of the sprite.

You let out a loud frustrated groan at how he's playing stupid.

"Calm down princess, i just wanna finish my drink." He mocked, then started to sip his stupid sprite even slower than before, even making sound effects along with it.

Your stomach let out a loud growl making you crunch up as a reaction; you looked up at him again with an obvious face that showed how done you are with his bullshit antics.

"Fineeee!" ,"Gee your no fun." He mumbles before getting up , slamming the sprite can on the table and untying you. 

He satirically let out a loud groan as he untied your ropes and unraveled the hard knots he put in place . Starting out with your mouth, enabling you to talk, your shoulders and arms, and lastly your feet.

You were free, the tension the rope put on your arms and legs gradually began to release itself from your body .

Jordan got onto his knees in front of you and began softly kissing and caressing your thighs nibbling at them and leaving hickeys on them. You felt a tingling sensation go down your body as he started to kiss up your thigh, you wanted him to stop but no.. keep going. Until you remembered how hungry you are and how the pizzas right there.

You jerked and moved your thighs throwing him off of what he was doing, he then looked up at you and seemed to be pissed off.

"You know toys are supposed to be fun." , " and your fucking boring."

"Well if im boring then let me out." You snapped back, "Not till your broke ass parents give me what i want darling." He sternly yet angrily replied. Pissed off you tried to get up from the stupid metal chair, but he lifted you up and threw you over his strong, broad shoulder. "Put me down!" you screeched, he took your orders (for once) and placed you onto the grey table where the still- pretty-hot pizza was.

What a tease, you thought.

You were close enough to grab the pizza so, you attempted to stick your hand out and hopefully, oh so hopefully you'd be able to grab it and eat, but lucks out, Jordan slapped your hand and cooed "Aw my babygirl wants to eat?" He grabbed the now warm slice of pizza and circled it around your mouth , "Here comes the choo choo train say ahh." You opened your mouth desperate to have a bite , but instead of being welcomed by a nice thin slice of that oh so cheesy pizza, you felt his saliva enter your mouth instead.

Impulsively you kicked him, he bounced back from the impact of it and when he had realized what you've done he got pissed.

You seen the anger rise  in him; he balled his fists and his face dropped into a furious look. You grew fear and distress in your heart.. you had a deep feeling it was gonna be worst than last time.

"Im so sor-" you tried to apologize but was interrupted.

"Oh so the little bitch is hungry so she goes and kicks her daddy." he licks his lips and stares at you "I know what you can eat."

He'd grab a chunk of your hair and drag you off the table forcing you onto your knees, "On your knees bitch . Reply." , "Yes daddy." You gulped knowing you deserved this.

You felt your breath quicken as he angrily unbuckled his pants and whipped out his big dick, dripping of pre-cum and shaking. You looked at his dick then up at him, waiting for your instructions.

"Listen here baby, your gonna take this dick down your throat and were gonna count by 10, every 10 seconds you can breathe. Got it?" He grabbed your face making you look up at him, you slowly nodded and swallowed your spit again, preparing yourself for what your about to take.

"Good girl." He smirked before pushing you onto his dick, from the tip down to his thick base, you gagged up spit struggling to take all 8 inches. His dick slowly entered down your tightening throat, making him release a deep moan.

He started to stroke himself down your throat, going slow since its the first set, He counted to 10 before pulling out and letting you breathe, then sticking his dick down your throat again.

He fucked your throat faster this time, his balls lightly tapped your chin and saliva started to stick onto your face, "Thats a good little toy, thats right, spit up all over it." He stroked one last time before pulling out once again, "thats 20." he moaned, then stuck it down your throat again.

"Use your tongue baby." He groaned, desperately fucking himself into your throat. You took demands and worked your tongue on his dick, he threw his head back and moaned, losing count and forgetting to let you breathe.

"Fuck!" He let out fucking himself deeper into your petite throat, your eyes began to water and tear up as you kept gagging up spit repeatedly. Your pussy was dripping wet, you went to fulfill its needs for before Jordan saw and stopped you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He growled in a pissed off manner, "No, bad girls dont get to touch their selves." he snatched your hand and placed it onto his hip. He grabbed your hair again and stuck his dick deeper inside you, angry at not only how you kicked him but how you decided to touch yourself aswell.

He picked up his black shirt and bit onto it, showing off his sexy six pack, sliding his dick in and out of your throat , his breath quickened and he let out small moans; He bit down onto his shirt and looked up at the ceiling desperately trying to hold himself back from cumming.

"Son of a bitch get on the table." He growled, quickly lifting you up and placing you onto the table, ripping off your panties and sticking his penis into you. You gasped as he forced all his inches into you effortlessly instantly being lubed by your wet pussy. He took notice of how turned on you are by this "Yea you like this dont you my little cum dump? Only stupid sluts enjoys this shit."

He threw your ankles over his shoulders and started to deeply , roughly and aggressively force himself in and out of you, grasping onto your hips and letting out loud deep moans.

The loud claps of his hips thrusting onto you and your thighs filled the cold sex-ified room.

His dick felt absolutely marvelous in you, he made sure to angle himself perfectly thrusting, working at your g-spot and showing it some love.

You held onto his strong forearm to brace yourself for the powerful and compelling orgasm ahead, you looked up at him and moaned, "Im sorry daddy~"

He loved how you moaned and creamed all over his cock, reminding him who has the authority here.

"Who owns you?" He grabbed onto your neck and looked down at you " You do." You cried as you could feel his dick in your womb, "Thats right." He pulled out and opened your legs wide open, beginning to eat you out.

Your legs shivered as he gently sucked onto your clit and softly rubbed it , then stuck his cock back into you. That was your breaking point , you released yourself all over his thick cock letting all of the pleasure override you, causing you to tighten.

He grunted, beginning to dig his nails into your hips bound to leave a mark. Seconds later you felt his warm cum rush into you, Jordan threw his head back and rolled his eyes letting out a deep and sexy "Oh fuck!"

You were happy and proud about how you once again pleased your master , "You better worship that load whore. Now eat up and clean yourself up. Ill be back in an hour." He pulled up his pants and exited the room.

You finally enjoyed your pizza.

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A/n:

MIGHT edit this one later but yay the hoe finally got ha pizza

More requests and scenarios please!🤞🏾😍