#just thinking some thots

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve Harrington…

… loves to rub his own chest, scraping his fingers through his thick chest hair, tugging as he’s masturbating. He babbles to himself about how tight, hot, and wet that you are. He wants to cum everywhere and anywhere that you’ll let him, but what has him soaking his ribcage, reaching his sternum and chest, some spend even reaching his neck — it’s the thought of you begging him to do it inside, get it all over you between your legs, make a real mess of you.

“That’s so fuckin’ good, honey.”

“Yeah? You gonna let me taste the mess you made? Use it as lube to destroy you, baby?”

“Been begging me all day for this fat fucking cock, haven’t you? You gonna take it and be good for me?”

“You fit me perfectly — shit, can’t wait to get myself to where you are. Gonna drive home from work one day and surprise you, open my belt, pull down my pants, rub against you a little before we take off my underwear. Then I’ll just take what I want from you. Yeah, baby?”

// Just thinking about Mr. 🐍 busting a gigantic 🥜 right now, don’t mind me //

[netherfeildren]

yeah …..

[yoursharkslut]

Force masc and all that shit, but it's me trying to genuinely get you to take care of your car.

[moeblob]

Markus and Connor are stressed five feet away for the record.

[becca-e-barnes]

I've been writing my dissertation like that gif of the cat frantically slamming a keyboard (you know the one) but it's got me thinking about professor Bucky and how he might incentivise you to get your work done for his class 😏

"You're not getting an extension. Don't even think about e-mailing me for one." The hardest part of dating your lecturer isn't actually the sneaking around; it's that he's a hell of a lot tougher on you than the rest of the class.

"But Bucky I-" You begin but he cuts you off and you know by the look on his face that there's no point pressing it.

"No. You're more than capable and you've got plenty of time to get it done. You don't need an extension, you need to apply yourself."

God, he's annoying. You know you can do it, you never said you couldn't. You just don't want to. There's a massive difference.

He pulls his copy of the required reading out of his bag, setting it on the desk beside your laptop and it takes everything in you not to bury your head in your hands.

"There. I've helped you enough." He nods towards the textbook but when you don't move, he flicks through the pages with a sigh, leaving it open at the chapter you know you should start with.

You sit there for another few seconds in a foul mood, mentally preparing yourself to sit here for the next few hours.

"How about I help you? I get the impression you need an incentive." He knows you too well, there's nothing more motivating than a little treat. "You have 12,000 words to write. For every 1,000 you write this week, I'll give you an orgasm."

Maybe you should complain about his assignments more often.

"Deal." Hell, if you'd known this was coming, you'd have started ages ago.

"Good girl." He laughs, amused at the rate at which your fingers begin to dance over the keyboard.

Getting started isn't too hard. You type out a quick plan of your chapters, dropping in the sources you know you'll need before starting your introduction and with your focus on your work, you hardly notice Bucky sinking to his knees under the desk.

You feel his warm, open mouthed kisses trailing up your thighs under your skirt and his soft groans drag your attention away from the laptop.

"Don't stop working." He insists, licking your sex through your cotton underwear, letting you enjoy the delicious friction on your cunt. "You're almost at the first thousand and it reads well so far." You feel his hot breath against the now wet cotton while one of your hands falls to tug his hair.

"If you stop typing, I stop licking." He threatens, pulling your panties to the side, gliding his tongue against your skin and groaning at the taste of your arousal.

You have just over 200 words until you reach your first thousand and it should be so easy but it becomes even harder when he sinks two fingers into you and you're able to hear how wet you are already.

His lips engulf your clit, sucking gently while flicking his tongue in vertical strokes in time with his fingers curling inside you. "Such a smart girl. I'm so proud of you." He hums before giving you a few broad strokes with a flat tongue.

He knows what his praise does to you and with your thighs clamped around his head, you fly your way through a few hundred more words. He chuckles when you proudly announce you reached a thousand but you don't stop typing at the same frantic pace.

"Sweetheart, if you want to get all 12,000 done this evening, I'll sit here as long as it takes." He smiles against your skin before giving you everything he knows you need. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit and his fingertips rub against the soft, spongy spot inside you and in no time you're gushing against his face, gripping his hair and riding your high out on his waiting tongue.

[cosmicmouseart]

Good day, Ben 10 community. Please accept these doodles

[kafkablade]

[inconmess]

So the whole fight, I am trying to type my way through it to process stuff, may have gotten some things wrong, may go back and edit some stuff but...

Spoilers so I am putting this under the cut cuz I am likely to go into detail and make it a long post. I don't know

It started with Laudna thinking about Orym having the blade strapped on his back. Not her thinking it is cursed.

Delilah escalates that thought of thinking into it possibly being a cursed sword, and hey, I won't discount the fact that Laudna may have taken it without Delilah's influence but Delilah egging on her definitely make it more certain for Laudna to take it.

And look at this, she could've just woken up Orym and talked about her concerns but I think deep inside, she knew that he wouldn't agree for her to absorb the blade either way. Hence the stealthy try to take it.

She takes her precautions, fails and she knows Orym is a soldier. She knows what he can do. Which is also the reason she cast Darkness while she tried to take it. So she also shouldn't be surprised if he attacks her in the Darkness because he can't see and had just been hurt.

Even if Delilah's push, I can understand the argument she made. They don't know if the blade is cursed or sentient. They don't know how the blade could affect him. The Blade has killed party members and Laudna is traumatised by it. Understandable why she doesn't want to see it or see anyone using it.

She could just ask Orym to put it away, talked it out with him. If it was just about him wielding it. Or carrying it in the party's line of sight. But this wasn't about that. This was about Laudna grabbing it's power to empower Delilah. And she knows what the party thinks about her. Her stealthy action makes sense, Orym's reaction makes sense.

But when the rest of them awoke and the darkness dropped, they see Orym attacking Laudna, seemingly for no reason. With Otohan's blade. And Laudna tries to play into it. She talks about how she sensed that the sword is cursed and was trying to save Orym from being corrupted and it would've made sense. If not for the fact that she could've just talked about it.

Look, Orym tells them why he took the sword, again, makes sense with his backstory. But like he did now, he would've agreed to put it down, get it checked if it were really cursed. He is not probably going to endanger himself if the others are concerned about it.

But he (and the others later on) repeatedly asks Laudna on why she needs it and she evades it. He points out how she hurt him to take it and she says it was accidental. It was. But she still doesn't give solid answers on why she needs it. Her reasoning changes quite a bit and not really makes sense.

And then she turns it on Orym. "I gave you a bruise accidentally but you gave me gashes." "It was on instinct." "Even I did it on instinct." No Laudna, Orym did it on instinct because you covered the place in Darkness. You cast the spell intentionally and hurt Orym, not on instinct. Accident, maybe. But definitely not on instinct. Lady, what do you expect a soldier who has been hurt and woke up in magical darkness to do apart from attack?

Ashton asking Laudna to apologise and willing to take her side was nice. And technically, everything could've been resolved with a talk. But she tries to escape, opens the windows and doors repeatedly as the talks are going on, as Orym does lay bare on why he needs the blade.

Which is another interesting talk. "Why do I need the help of some dark force" he asks, pointedly looking at her. And Laudna points out her gashes. I mean, ma'am, if you are going to fault Orym for taking another sword, which admittedly killed a lot of people, let me remind you that you were trying to take said sword to feed another dark force in you.

In the tension of the moment though, I find it funny Orym did mention about his deal but they don't get to unpack it at the moment because there is more serious shit going on here.

Anyway. I need both Orym and Laudna to stop feeling they don't have enough power to handle everything but at the same time they are partially right because most of the fights they have been in, they have either come close to losing someone or lost someone so I get it but still HAVE A TALK! I love how Laudna just resolves to act than talk but at the same time frustrated by it *sighs*

And then Fearne identifies it. Chetney Grim Psychometries it. And they find no sentience there. Cursed, maybe? But not sentient. And Laudna insists on swallowing it's power any way. I mean, like Imogen asked, it may be cursed then why do you want to take it? And the way she repeatedly asks "With the harness, right?"

I know I am going about the whole sequence of events back and forth but... As I said, I am trying to process through the fight, not pass judgement.

Chet saying it is Orym's sword and Laudna is not having it. Dorian coming in with him being done with objects having power over them is interesting because he just got out of a PVP, reminiscing about the crown and how silly it had been, talking about how it is about the person who wields it and not the item right after what went down with Opal...

And then Chet also brings up how much loss Orym has gone through with that particular sword and Laudna mentions not to talk about loss to her. Justifiably so tbh.

The thing here is, I agree, Laudna has lost a lot in her life. She lost her whole life in Whitestone, she was tortured, has died and lost her family and everything, started over with her killer in her head, guiding and giving her power, died again and now lost FCG.

But Orym, similarly, lost his life back in Zephrah. Maybe not his whole family but it was still his father and husband, lost his own life and then FCG. Laudna and Orym have lost people and their lives and have had to rebuild it in different ways. Period. Not comparable.

Before anyone says anything, I am not putting trauma in a scale or comparing here because everyone can react to trauma and have it hit them differently. But Orym has had the longest beef with Otohan out of any of them. Laudna can have her beef with Delilah for killing her but leans into her for power. So in a sense, Orym does have the edge here because while everyone does have a history with the blade, Orym has it for the longest.

But he still gives it to Laudna anyway when she insists for it. "Why do you care so much?" "Does anyone want to tell her why do I care so much?" Because Orym is also kinda fed up of repeating the same thing over and over again. He doesn't want revenge. He wants to protect. He is not giving up Seedling in exchange for the blade that killed his family but rather stick it up to Ludinus and rather end the history of the blade with him hopefully. And he repeats it over and over again and she is just stuck on sucking in the sword.

Until Chetney gives her the scream needle. And she runs off. And sucks the dagger in. Leaving a party split and woken in the middle of the night.

I saw some posts about how Laudna should face some consequences. And she should. This was kinda unprovoked in a sense. And maybe, Maybe Orym should've consulted the party because in terms of spoils, Ishta can be claimed as FCG's as he was the one who victored over Otohan but as I said, it could've been talked out and people didn't need to attack out of the start? There was a chance for the group as a whole to ask Orym about the decision to take the sword, talking about it. But they didn't.

Long things short, Orym has some valid points. Laudna has some valid points. Laudna went about things the wrong way if she wanted them to trust her. And the rest of the party let most things slide easily.

But Just such a juicy conflict. Now, I may I interpreted some things wrong, missed something here and there and I welcome any and all discussion in the rbs/comments. Thank you for reading through this thought process till the end.

Rasnak signing off :3

And for now, the stuff Laudna has sucked in to power Delilah:

The Crystal

Hunger of the Shadows Bor'Dor

Hunger of the Shadows the Willmaster

Scream Needle

And I think she does suck the power of something else but I forget

Just to end it.. FUCK YOU DELILAH!

[konigsblog]

sometimes i forget it's a stupid decision to turn my askbox on when i have this much.

someone make sure i don't turn them on for a whole month or two... 😵‍💫🥲

[waterdroid]

ok I'm gonna ramble for a bit. The Thing about Wyll baldursgate3 Ravengard is that his character arc could've been so so much better (in my opinion) if he could become a Paladin in a route where he breaks Mizora's pact BUT rescues his dad.

AND YOU MIGHT THINK that a. Wyll Does Not worship any gods and in fact doesn't really like them (i think he says so himself after Mystra tells Gale to blow himself up) and that b. going from owing his power to a devil from owing it to a god isn't exactly a good character arc, and I Agree, BUT!!!!!

The thing about Paladins in DnD 5e is that Rules As Written*, they do not necessarily get their power from a god-- most do, but they also get it from their paladin oaths; they pledge themselves to a cause. And is there anyone more devoted to the people of Baldur's Gate and the Sword Coast than Wyll Ravengard, who LITERALLY made a pact with a devil to save it?? Who, even after being exiled by his father when he was SEVENTEEN, still went on to became The Blade of Frontiers, protector of the people????? He's PERFECT paladin material!!!! This way, Wyll's arc could be one where he learns that he can protect his people not with the powers that a devil or a god granted him, But with his own pure determination and devotion for his people, that he is enough on his own, and that he doesn't need to be in his father or Mizora's shadow.

Look, I'm just saying that if you break his pact but rescue his dad you should be able to go, Hey Wyll you would be the greatest fucking paladin to ever grace the Sword Coast, wanna smite some devils, for realsies this time??? and you get a training montage where his strength is raised and Tada, here's Wyll Ravengard, Hero of the People, or something. please Larian cmon

*I do not care normally about RAW in these kind of things but like this tidbit of paladin lore IS really important to my point and also i like it.

[skunkes]

ive been calling al my husband lately to differentiate him from The Other Guy but let it be known "marriage with fictional bf" is my break glass in case of emergency nuclear level copium

[misterbitches]

romantic love is actually for the rich lmao like as simple as that talk with rosé was it's sort of to signify that NORMAL THINGS ""NORMAL"""""" ARENT DONE BECAUSE THEY CANT BE. LIKE. I am so sos so so sos so so so so sorry that Jack's grandma's life cost a lot of money and is getting in the way of fucking Joke (who fsr he isn't okay with doing crime that is totally justifiable my GOD) but the way people are talking about this is mindboggling. I cannot tell if it's because the pesky story gets in the way of the love (which fair! but then fucking say that!) instead of the story incorporating the very real subjugated human things getting in the way of love, life, and family development. but uh sure.

is the problem the structure so far? i keep thinking on ep 7 and how i was surprised and didnt know what to expect but was it more of an intrusion or does it make sense? is the show failing at being something it never intended to be? especially because as a standalone episode it is enjoyable, in context to the other episodes it makes sense but wrt romance it is stalling. but like....well yea capitalist exploitation and poverty gets in the way of that too! feel like i am crazy lmao.

me personally this is one of the enjoyable ones for all the other shit that ppl dont rly seem to like (even if it is very surface level sometimes but i don't think my assesment as to why that is mirrors most people's). also the fact that yin has personal experience with some of this given the immense class stratification in the arts/entertainment that is only getting worse and it shows and is disgusting. ANYWAY.

[wroteclassicaly]

Imagine being the shy girl, always stumbling, never found a place. But after you meet Eddie Munson, you think you’ve found someone — at least. Eddie protects and treats you like his princess, but only because you two have had one another’s backs for years, and you know shit about him that only his uncle knows. You’re not in his crowd, but you openly defend him. Then one day you confess your feelings for him and he has to tell you that he just doesn’t feel that way about you, that he never will, and everyday you come to school he sees that you’ve been crying. And when you realize that he’s in love with someone who is the complete opposite of his scene, of you — you spiral.

[cynicallyneutral]

anyone else start doing smth and it turns out fun and then ur brain is like,,,whoa this is awesome and therefore u should stop doing it and save the fun for later

except later never comes…

it’s like ur brain treats fun as an investment and therefore by doing it later, it will double the fun or something

[becca-e-barnes]

Not to be too filthy but the thought of dbf!bucky warning you that he's not going to pull out?? 🤤

I've been thinking about this a lot today and I really like imagining the way he'd position you however he wants you. He doesn't tell you what he wants you to do, he just guides you instead.

Because I love the thought of him pressing gently on your shoulders while he's kissing you, urging you to sink to your knees for him. You take the hint, opening your mouth while watching him undo his belt but he swears he might lose it when you press your tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl." He tries not to sound too breathless when he presses his slick tip to your lips, letting you taste his precum, smearing it over your waiting tongue. It's not long before you're eagerly taking all of him, sucking and licking and enjoying the weight of him in your mouth. You feel the tip press to the back of your throat and you do your very best to remember to breathe, trying to ignore your own growing arousal.

The hand on the back of your head keeps you in place while he thrusts in and out of your mouth and it's nice to just let him take for a little while. When you need to, you can press back against his hand and give yourself a break but the praise he showers you with makes it's hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing between your own legs.

"Fuck, look at you." He groans, applying a little more pressure to the back of your head and you try to stifle your gag reflex when he nudges the back of your throat once more. "Such a perfect mouth. Feels like you were made for this, weren't you, baby? You take me like such a good girl."

God, you want to agree. Something about being his good girl leaves your panties soaked and your body desperate. He treats you right. He cares about more than just your pleasure; he cares about how you're feeling, inside and outside of the bedroom. He's good to you and that simple fact makes the sex even better.

Before too long, he's pulled back from your mouth and he's holding your chin gently, encouraging you to stand up again before he presses you back onto the bed.

You whimper quietly at the feeling of his thick fingers grazing the little soaked lace panties you're wearing before he takes them off and lets them drop to the floor.

"Please." You gasp, letting your fingers drift over your soaked sex with an urgency that surprises your partner. Bucky watches as two of your own fingers slip into your cunt before you trail them up to circle your clit. He doesn't miss how they glisten, coated in evidence of your overwhelming arousal.

Relief floods you when you feel him press his tip to your entrance, letting him sink slowly into you. Nothing compares to the feeling of that first glide into your body. It's intimate but it's downright filthy at the same time.

"Best fucking girl for me." Bucky groans the words between kisses to your neck, slowly pulling out before pressing back where he belongs.

You can only whimper, fingernails digging into his back, forever urging him to fuck you harder.

"I hope you know I'm not pulling out tonight." The words make your cunt flutter with excitement and you almost wonder if he can feel it. "Feels too good. I'm going to stuff this pretty pussy full." He cradles your face in one hand, his eyes locked on yours and you're acutely aware that there's nothing you want to feel more than the gush of his cum into your body.

[kurjakani]

Don't ask abt how Goodsir has access to HRT. Just concider its quality, before you pick him thinking about it being the safest bet.