#practicing asking myself if this is really what I want to be doing

[rhadamanthes]

Toji is on the phone, Shiu is giving him informations about his next job, but it's not like he can retain any information, not when you're sucking on his dick. 

The worst thing about this situation ? You don't particularly enjoy giving blowjobs, you rarely indulge him, so right now he knows you're doing this just to spite him. Toji can only be half mad though you're sucking like a vacuum, your pretty eyes fixated on him as you're practically draining his soul. Your cheeks are hollow to the maximum, sucking him deeper with each bob of your head it's just like your throat was made to receive him and only him.

He doesn't care if Shiu hears it or not, all he cares about is cuming and he's close, grabbing tighter both the sheets he's sitting on, and his flip phone. Before he can bask in sweet bliss and fill your mouth with his semen, you take his cock out of your mouth slap a wet kiss on his cheek and exit the room.

Toji's eyes close in frustration, of course you would pull something like that. Did he just heard the front door closing ? Where the fuck are you going ? His nostrils flares letting out a long exhale. 

"Toji ? you're still there ?" Shiu asks from the other side of the phone.  Unfortunately he is, he only grunts in response trying not to scream. A few more words from his friend and he can finally hang up. 

Looking down at his lap, Toji let out a humourless laugh, His cock is still out, wet from your saliva and hard too. He doesn't know where you went but he's going to find you and give you a proper lesson. Putting his dick back in his sweatpants he heads for the front door. 

It doesn't take a genius to know where you could be, there's this nice park close to his place and at this time of the year, an ice cream vendor next to it. You must really want your mouth full today ; he spots you sitting on a bench with a cone. The closer he gets the better he gets a sight of you. Vanilla ice cream dripping down from your chin and on your finger, that should be his sperm right there.

You almost look like an angel, sitting there as sakura petals are falling around you. His dick stirr in his pants. 

Taking a seat next to you, Toji spread his legs wide as his arms  rest on the top part of the bench.

"Hi bubs" you call in a singsong voice. "Want a bite ?' you ask, handing him your cone.

Toji smiles in response, not the nice kind, the kind that gives him time to think what he's going to do to you next. He knows you enjoy annoying him to no end, and yet, he still falls for it everytime. He secretly likes it but he can't tell, that would be equivalent to signing his death sentence. 

One of his hands comes to your hair, petting them aggressively backward. Your eyes close and a little smirk makes his way on your features. 

"Had fun earlier ?" Toji inquires, pulling your hair slightly so you can look at him.

"I did! What about you bubs ?  What did Shiu wanted ?" you ask tilting your head to the side.

"Can't tell, someone here made sure I wouldn't" Toji starts, resuming the aggressive pats on your head. "But don't worry after I'm done with you I'll get back to him, on your knees, now."

Your eyes widen in surprise "Toji... we're in a park" you take a glance around looking worried. 

"That should be the least of your worries" he grunt taking the treat from your hand "Don't make me repeat myself"  he adds, taking a bite of the vanilla flavored ice. Your eyes don't leave his lips, the scar that adorns the side of it stretches as he smiles, he knows he got you hooked. 

The gears turn in your head for a moment before you kneel in front of him, licking any remnant of the sugary trail on your hands.

You're in for a hell of a ride and there's no escaping this time.

[ghostgirl-22]

My version of road trip AU preview for the handful of ppl that gaf <3 there’s a bit more than this written… but here are 2 states :) I personally love it and am mostly writing it for me so if y’all don’t fuck with it I promise I’ll keep the rest to myself lol. Side note: how do y’all make your fonts all pretty and colorful outside of what tumblr offers?

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New York City

Tashi lies and pretends she’s road tripping with girlfriends from the tour so her parents don’t book a flight out to New York and insist on escorting her back to Palo Alto themselves which they absolutely would do if they knew her plans. Driving across the country with two boys. (Both of them she made out with— one of them her boyfriend.) God forbid. Even she can’t believe she’s doing it.

They’re late picking her up from the hotel the tournament put her up in. Somewhere in the middle of Queens. She’s sitting in the lobby with her suitcase and tennis bag. Awkwardly waving goodbye to some of the girls she just beat in the tournament. 

Patrick’s coming from his house in Rhode Island and he’s already picked up Art in Massachusetts early this morning.

“Boston rush hour traffic was hell and he’s a horrible navigator,” is Patrick’s explanation as Art flips him off and jumps out of the passenger’s seat of the double parked car to help her load her suitcase in the trunk. “You have a tomtom dude… you just don’t fucking listen,” Art snaps back.  

As annoyed as she is she can’t help smiling thinking maybe they’re more annoyed. She carves out her own little space in the trunk amongst their messy half zipped suitcases and scattered clothing and clutter. It looks like Art loaded some things he had at home that he wanted to take back to school. He lifts her suitcase into her designated space for her. So chivalrous. 

“Do you care if I sit in the front?” She asks, biting her lip. 

He cares, it’s obvious but he shakes his head no anyway. “Of course not.”

”Thanks… we can switch later,” she offers.  

They’re supposed to be driving from New York City to Palo Alto. Nearly 3000 miles in Patrick’s little Jeep. He’s got a full tank of gas. A cooler full of water and sodas.  “We also have lots of chips and pretzels,” Art explains. 

“But no food food?” Tashi asks. 

“Uh peanut butter and honey,” Art says weakly. “And wheat bread.” 

It’s supposed to be a three day drive but it’s summer break… they’ve got nothing but time. no games, no practice, no school, no plans. “It takes as long as it takes,” Patrick shrugs. Setting the Tom Tom gps. 

It’s so hot Tashi feels like she’s barely dressed— short shorts and a tank top which she can tell Patrick really appreciates as she slinks into the passenger seat. The way she appreciates his thighs in athletic shorts, his biceps in a crisp white t-shirt, his freckles in all the sunlight. Art dressed nearly identical except with a stanford t-shirt and a baseball cap. He’s sleepy, soft and beautiful like always. Sexual tension between the three of them, already so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

The air conditioner is blasting but Patrick’s got the windows down. A lit cigarette in hand.

”I think we need rules,” Tashi says. 

“Rules? Why the fuck would we do that to ourselves?” Patrick asks, before taking a long drag of his cigarette.  

“Oh I dunno, so we don’t fucking kill each other… like rule number one… you can’t do that the whole time,” Tashi snatches the rest of the cigarette pack out of his cup holder. “Maybe 1 per state.”

“Oh fuck off,” is his half hearted response but he throws her a sideways glance and a little smirk as she pockets them. 

“Just ask me if you want one and I’ll consider it.” She says, biting back on a little smile of her own.

He reaches for her hand and links their fingers. Pulling her close to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. 

“I missed you.” 

She kinda melts a little bit a lot. She loves the way he doesn’t let go of her… notices the way he catches Art's eye in the rear view mirror, a little smirk on his lips. As if this is also about him somehow. Then there’s a loud honk of someone jamming on the horn behind them.  

“Okay okay, I’m fucking going! Jesus.”  

Patrick puts the cigarette to his lips and starts the drive out of New York City. They turn down street after city street. One lined with row houses and flooded with water. Kids and teens playing around in front of an opened fire hydrant. Water splashing the car windows on the passenger side as they pass. On the next street they pass kids playing basketball at the open air park. A loud car sitting outside a bodega blasting Spanish music. The rumble of the overground train as Patrick weaves in and out of traffic, avoiding bicyclists, pedestrians, double parked cabs and the city bus like its a video game. All while he turns up the radio playing “Lady Marmalde” with Christina Aguilera, Missy Elliot and Maya. 

It’s Patrick’s music. Loud and brash, silly and unapologetic. Like him. They listen way too loud. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?”  Singing along mostly making up words like they’re already in the best part of the road trip. Patrick racing steadily towards the beltway as  they escape the city via the Verrazano bridge all the way at the bottom of Brooklyn. Tashi gazes out the window at the sparkling water of the Hudson. The New York City skyline getting further and further away in her side view  mirror.   

New Jersey

“How do you know how to drive like that in the city?” Tashi asks as they enter the New Jersey turnpike. 

“Why? It’s kinda sexy right?” Patrick smirks. 

“He’s a city kid,” Art chimes in. “His sister and her surgeon husband live in his parents old New York City townhouse.” 

“Oh fuck… so you’re like…really, really rich,” Tashi says. 

Patrick shrugs, there’s a little color in his cheeks, “I mean… they are sure. I just have my jeep.” 

“That they paid for.” Comes Art from the backseat. 

“It was a birthday gift actually. so technically...” 

All through the Jersey turnpike and on towards  Pennsylvania they argue talk too much and eat too many chips. They share sodas and stories about family, how many siblings do you have? And all the annoying sibling stories. She knows Patrick but not the way art knows Patrick. All the people Patrick brings up Art knows and vice versa. Then Tashi, curious about their lore, starts asking them about boarding prep school. It’s like an avalanche of inside jokes. Some things she asks to know more about… some she lets them keep to themselves. They speak in riddles… they mention one word or say a name and thats all they need. Giggling with each other off of little to no context. They do it so often it’s like they aren’t even aware they’re talking in code. It’s adorable (and annoying) and maybe she’s a little envious. Wishing she had a friend that close. 

They get gas on the turnpike. “God bless Jersey we’ll have to pump it ourselves the rest of the way,” Patrick says. Which is just another invitation for her to call him a spoiled rich kid which always makes him blush. Even after they go into the food court for the bathroom and snacks, Tashi sits shotgun. She stays in front all afternoon even though she knows it makes Art jealous (she’s still unsure of who he’s more jealous of but she loves to play around with the idea of who he wants more in her head. Currently she thinks he wants Patrick more). 

As for Patrick, he has to hold her hand whenever it’s free. She’ll never admit to him… but it absolutely gives her butterflies. It’s like he still needs to touch her if he can’t be in her face. Needs to hold her hand up near his mouth within kissing distance. She can sense it… that  Art is anxious for their flirting. Sitting in the backseat one shoe up, tapping on the center console, biting his thumb. She glances back at him often just so he feels included… and not because she likes to flirt with him too. Maybe she does make eyes at him… but only a little bit. She knows she should behave herself but she does get a bit of a rush knowing they’re both so into her.

Patrick’s playlist, now background to their chatting, is beginning to transition from pop music and some R&B with artists like Nelly Furtado, Britney, Usher and Justin Timberlake, to random classic rock tunes. Stuff Tashi heard her grandpa… her mom’s dad… play a lot when she was younger. “Ramble On” by Led Zepplin, “Don’t Fear the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult, “Dust in the Wind” by Kansas she’s vaguely familiar with all of them  and when she explains how she knows them— it sends them all down a rabbit hole about old music they know. And Tashi takes over the music rig plugging her iPod in and running a playlist of Motown songs some she’s certain they’ve never heard (Diana Ross, Aretha Franklin, some of her grandma… dads side… favorites like the Temptations. They’re both delighted to hear “My Girl.”  

They stop at the last turnpike exit before Pennsylvania for “real food” and more gas while their at it. Patrick stretches his legs. Pulling her into a real kiss before she can go inside, tongue slipping into her mouth big hands on her shoulders, her waist, her ass…then he’s slipping them into her pocket as he steals his cigarettes back with a grin. 

“Loser,” she tells him only mildly breathless as he puts one to his lips. 

“Takes one to know one,” he grins back. 

Art lingers awkwardly before she links her arm with his and drags him inside. They both get salads. Patrick meets them inside after his cigarette and gets a Nathan’s chilli dog. They eat in the car… in the parking lot. Seats reclined. Patrick arguing with them about why he should be able to just kick his shoes off.

“absolutely fucking not,” is Art’s response. 

“Come on, you’d get used to the smell. After like an hour or two you won’t even notice the difference.” 

“No fucking way… thats rule number two. Keep your shoes on. I mean… unless you’re wearing sandals all day of course” Tashi says… stretching her bare feet out onto his lap. 

“Now you’re just rubbing it in.” He teases his knuckles over the pads of her feet and she pulls away quickly because she feels it all over, tingling in places she shouldn’t be. He smirks at her, his gaze going dark and she looks back at her salasd… feeling her stomach start to do little impatient flips. She’s been so close to him all day. Touching him, smelling him, hearing his voice. She can’t act like it hasn’t had an affect on her. Maybe if art falls asleep first or they book a room in a motel she can get it out of her system. Otherwise it’ll be a long night.

(Forgive any anachronisms i beg. I think all music is from on or before 2006 — was gonna use telephone by Beyonce and gaga but I stopped myself… and the gps came out in 2004 i looked it up i promise)

[creatingblackcharacters]

I apologise for reblogging so many of your resources and then not actually doing much with them creation wise. 

I was unhappy with some of my art and looked for ways to improve which is how I found this page… however I’m still pretty art blocked and intimidated by the process. RL is also a lot.

Anyway! I was wondering if it would ever be cool to make a Black lady character just because I need a character and she can just as well be Black? (Provided it’s respectful and she’s well thought out.)

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Also I had an ask about hairstyles for her. She’s one of the employees in a library-slash-archive that both preserves mysterious artifacts and contains supernatural cryptids that are too powerful to easily be destroyed. So she dresses like a librarian but has to be practical enough to handle danger like Canary from Hunter X Hunter.

For some reason I thought about twin puffs on top of her head (from seeing that on a fashion model and Aika). So far this is my favourite and how I see her. Quick, low tension, out of the way, doesn’t change the texture of her natural 4c hair. But are twin buns too juvenile or anime? She’s a young adult in her twenties and a smart competent lady. 

To make her have one big pineapple a bit like the stereotypical librarian bun might make her seem a bit more mature or more senior at her job when she’s one of the younger employees temporarily assigned to guard/guide/escort the player. (There is already an older Black lady higher up in a different role but she might not appear as she’s not my own character.)

Are puffs too casual? 

Locs and braids with beads could swish around come untied and slap into her eyes if something unexpectedly happened. 

But cornrows straight back seem a bit utilitarian if the wards are in place and she isn’t expecting active combat. I also don’t know if they’re tighter braids that can be uncomfortable or hard on someone’s scalp when worn everyday as an unchanging long term style? (These could go to someone who is expected to regularly be fighting.)

Are there natural styles that are reliable go tos for work?

She looks cool but likes comfort. Her clothes are dark academia inspired and not revealing. It’s possible the style of someone’s clothing/uniform or hair is a bit different according to their role or rank. It must look smart but there is some room for individuality.

(Some suggestions for the higher up Black archaeologist who usually looks very feminine but is on a dig/artifact retrieval mission would also be appreciated! I know she would need to protect her hair from dust or the pulling of the ether but I am aware there were historical racist laws/misogynoir about hair coverings and I am unfamiliar with styles of wraps.)

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Also her manner. She’s professional but knows the dangers so gets annoyed and a bit snarky when the player does dumb things or disobeys a direction that is to keep them safe. She might roll her eyes at the choices made or ask ‘really?’ If the player gets themselves killed after running into harms way or being told not to touch something, she may finally call them a fool.

Is this playing into stereotypes of being sassy or having ‘an attitude’ or is it normal behaviour when the player is truly being a dumbass and maybe it’s a bit funny?

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Anyway there’s no pressure to answer this. Sorry if I should have looked at hair guides for myself, I just don’t have a sensitivity reader or anything. 

Thanks if you read all of it and thanks for creating these resources. 

I may not draw a lot but I’m seeing other artists pick your posts up too and am noticing increasing variety in the hairstyles and skin tones of everybody’s Black characters.

-Why would that not be okay? Deciding your character is Black just because you want them to be is fine, it's the lack of effort afterwards that shows an issue.

-Double puffs are fine, people can do what they want with their hair. If that's what she wants to do with it, it's her style, who cares how anyone feels about it? A singular afro puff doesn't, in my opinion, designate maturity? Like... The rest of the outfit would do that before an afro puff would. I've seen people of all ages wear puffs.

-She could also wear cornrows if she wanted cornrows. It is just a style! It's not like any of the styles we wear are mandatory or "not allowed unless specific times". Some people just like wearing cornrows, I have a coworker who always wears hers just because she likes them. Yeah, all protective styles feel tight at first due to the manipulation of the hair. It loosens up after some time (assuming it was done right and they weren't terribly heavyhanded to your head).

-The natural styles we pick would depend on 1) us as a person, 2) how much time we're willing to put in, and 3) the job we have (and hair discrimination, if that is present). So no, there's no strict "go to".

-I think you need to look up the time period that you're referencing for the older archaeologist, to see what hairstyles are available.

I'll be firm but honest with you: I do think that you need to reread the lessons or attempt your own digging here, and I say that because I feel like you came here guilty for not having done so. I have those lessons on stereotypes for Black women and how to avoid those, I have those lessons on hair styles and things to consider, and even links on hair history and hair discrimination. So I'll admit your apology did make me uncomfortable, in that regard.

As for my outreach, I should hope people are looking and trying new things! I can only hope their excitement for Black character design extends to their Black peers as well 🙏🏾 thank you!

[unbuttonedown]

Fault Lines / Chapter 7

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Wife!reader (Mitchell!reader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Consensual, legal age-gap relationship; Estranged Father/Daughter relationship (Maverick & Reader); Named Simpson!OC child; Angst; Pregnancy; Mentions of birth complications; No Beta Reader

Synopsis: After the successful Dagger Squad mission, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell returns home — only to be blindsided by the revelation that his estranged daughter is married to Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson. Maverick is forced to confront the years he lost and the family he never knew existed. Tensions rise between the two men as Maverick struggles to find his place in a life that has moved on without him, leaving the question — can broken bonds ever truly be repaired?

previous chapter

It had been nearly two hours since Beau arrived at the hospital.

The clock’s slow tick was starting to feel like a form of torture. Beau had stopped pacing. Maverick had stopped pretending he wasn’t running worst-case scenarios in his head. And still, the OR doors remained closed. 

Then — finally — they opened. 

A nurse stepped out, her expression calm, practiced. Maverick and Beau were both on their feet before she even spoke. 

“She’s out of surgery,” she said gently. “Everything went well. Both mom and baby are stable.” 

Beau exhaled so hard it came out as half a laugh, half a prayer. His hands dropped to his sides like gravity finally caught up to him. 

“She’s in recovery now,” the nurse continued. “We’re monitoring her vitals, she’s resting. Your daughter is in the nursery, getting checked, but she’s healthy. And loud.” 

Both men smiled at that — something shared, small but real. 

“Can I see her?” Beau asked. 

“In a few minutes, yes,” she replied. “We’ll bring you back as soon as she’s ready.” 

When the nurse walked away, Maverick say back down, this time letting out a long breath. Beau didn’t sit, not yet. He stood there for a moment like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself now that the worst was over. 

Then he turned back to Maverick. 

“You know,” Beau said, voice quieter now, “when she first told me about you… she barely said anything. Just that things were complicated. That she hadn’t talked to you in years. She never trashed you, never dramatized it. Just… closed the door and kept moving.” 

Maverick nodded, jaw clenched. “That tracks.” 

“But the thing is,” Beau went on, “I always wondered what kind of man raised a woman like her. Because she’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. Brave. Smart. Heart bigger than she lets on.” 

Maverick didn’t respond right away. He was still staring down at the floor, eyes glassy. 

“I didn’t raise her,” he said finally, voice low and tight. “Not really. I was there, and then I wasn’t. I made some choices I thought were right at the time. And they weren’t. I missed out on so much. I let myself miss it.” 

Beau looked at him for a long moment. Then sat next to him again. 

“She’s letting you try,” he said. “And that’s more than most people would give.” 

“I don’t want to waste it,” Maverick said. “I just want to earn whatever time she’s willing to give me. However long it takes.” 

Beau nodded slowly. “Good. Then we’re on the same page.” 

A nurse appeared at the end of the hallway a few minutes later, motioning for them to follow her down the corridor. 

“She’s awake,” she said. “Still a little out of it, but she’s asking for her husband.” 

Beau touched Maverick’s shoulder as he stepped past him. 

“You coming?” 

Maverick blinked, surprised. “You sure?” 

“She’ll want to see you too,” Beau said. “You got her here. You sat with me. You waited. That counts.” 

So the two men walked side by side through the hospital corridor, toward the room where you were finally waking up — where your newborn daughter waited to be held, and where, somehow, the pieces of your family were starting to quietly fall into place. 

The recovery room was dim and quiet, the only sounds the low hum of machines and the occasional beep of a heart monitor. You were propped up slightly in the hospital bed, eyes half-lidded, hair messy and damp at your temples, a faint flush still in your cheeks from the fevered storm of the last few hours. 

Beau was through the door before the nurse finished holding it open, his eyes locked on you like he couldn’t believe you were real, safe, alive. You managed the softest, sleepiest smile. 

“Hi,” you murmured. 

He crossed the room in seconds and was at your side, brushing hair from your face as he leaned in and kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your temple. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” he whispered. 

“You didn’t answer your phone,” you whispered back, half a tease, half truth. 

“I know,” he said, forehead pressed to yours. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

You could feel the weight of his fear still clinging to him. You reached for his hand and squeezed it, grounding both of you in this quiet moment after the chaos. 

Then you looked past him — because you felt it, that still presence just outside your line of sight. 

Maverick stood just inside the doorway, hands in the pockets of his jacket. He didn’t move until you gave him the tiniest nod. 

He stepped in slowly. 

“Hey, kid,” he said quietly, voice rough. “You look…” 

“Don’t say anything about how I look,” you said, half-laughing. 

Beau chucked under his breath and pulled a chair close to your bedside. Maverick stayed standing for a second longer, then sat down in the other chair across from you. 

“Thank you,” you told him, eyes locked on his. “For getting me here. For staying.” 

“You don’t have to,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper. “You called me. That’s all I needed.” 

You took a deep breath and looked between the two men — the one who’d built a life with you, and the one who was just beginning to rebuild something he’d once broken. It didn’t escape you how surreal this moment was. Bit it also didn’t scare you like you thought it would. 

“They’re bringing her soon, right?” You asked Beau. 

He smiled, finally softening into something other than panic and adrenaline. “Yeah. Said they’d be in with her any minute.” 

Right on cue, the door opened again. 

A nurse rolled in a bassinet, the tiniest bundle of swaddled pink tucked inside. You could just barely see the soft flutter of her chest, her nose crinkling as she adjusted in her sleep. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered and the tears came quickly. 

Beau stood and helped you sit up a little more as the nurse gently placed the baby into your arms. 

She was perfect. 

Tiny, warm, impossibly soft. Her hair was wispy and dark, her cheeks full, her lips slightly parted as she nestled into your chest like she already knew you. 

Beau was at your side in a heartbeat, his hand on your back, eyes full of something that looked a lot like awe. 

Maverick watched silently from the foot of the bed, his expression unreadable — but you saw his jaw tremble ever so slightly. His eyes stayed fixed on your daughter. His granddaughter. 

“She doesn’t have a name yet,” you said, still looking down at her. “We hadn’t decided.” 

Beau smiled, brushing a thumb over the baby’s tiny fist. “We were waiting until we met her.” 

You looked up at him, then over at Maverick. And then back at her. 

“I want her to have something strong,” you murmured. “Something rooted. But soft. Like her sister.” 

Beau nodded. “Yeah.” 

There was no final decision yet, but it didn’t matter in the moment. She was here. Safe. Whole. Yours. 

After a while, when the nurse came back to check your vitals, Maverick stood and moved toward the door to give you space. 

But just before he stepped out, you looked up at him again. 

“You can stay,” you said softly. 

He paused, surprised. “You sure?” 

You nodded, sleepy and raw and full of something new and unfamiliar — peace. 

“You’re family,” you said. “You should meet her too.” 

And Maverick stepped back in, slowly, reverently, to meet the granddaughter he never thought he’d be allowed to know. 

Maverick stood beside your bed now, quieter than you’d ever seen him. He hovered just at the edge, like he wasn’t sure if it was okay to get closer. You could tell he was holding his breath — like if he moved too fast, he might wake up from all of this. 

You glanced at him, your baby tucked against your chest, her tiny fingers curling instinctively at the edge of your hospital gown. Her little breaths were soft, steady, completely unaware of the gravity of the room. 

“She’s got Beau’s nose,” you said, almost absently. 

“And your lips,” Beau added, running a thumb gently along her cheek. 

There was a pause. A weight to the moment that made it feel like it was balanced on a pin. 

You looked up at Maverick gain. His hands were still in his pockets, but you could see the way his fingers twitched. The way his eyes shimmered and stayed locked on the baby like he was memorizing every tiny feature. 

“Do you want to hold her?” You asked softly. 

His head jerked up slightly, startled. “Me?” 

You smiled. “Yes, you.” 

“I — only if you’re sure,” he said quickly. “I mean, I haven’t — I —“ 

You tilted your head, amused. “You’re not gonna break her, Maverick.” 

Still hesitant, he stepped forward. You gently handed her over, Beau helping steady Maverick’s arms as he cradled your daughter for the first time. 

She barely stirred, settling right in, and that was what did it. Maverick’s mouth parted slightly, his eyes shining as he looked down at her, holding her like she was made out of light. 

“Hey there,” he whispered, voice thick. “You’re… perfect, you know that?” 

You rested your head back against the pillow, watching him. And then, without even thinking twice, you said: 

“She’s gonna love her Grandpa Mav.” 

He blinked. 

Then looked up at you slowly, almost in disbelief. 

You smiled, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes again, but this time from something good. Something healing. 

Maverick’s eyes dropped back to your daughter, his chest rising with a deep breath as he let the name settle in his bones. He rocked her just slightly, like it was instinct now. 

“Grandpa Mav,” he repeated, so quietly it barely made it into the room. Like he was trying it on. Like he didn’t quite believe it belonged to him — but he wanted it to. 

And in that sterile hospital room, under fluorescent lights and exhausted hearts, something shifted. 

Not perfectly. But enough. 

Enough to know that healing could be slow and quiet and still real. Enough to know that love — once buried — could still find its way back. 

[sadmailman-02]

Is privacy important to you?

So recently, I've seen an uptick of people interested in privacy regarding electronics (phones, pc, what have you). When I say people, I'm referring to non-techy people, like myself. I know my way around my computer and can do some basic troubleshooting for hardware/software, but beyond that, I'm sort of helpless. I don't know anything about hacking or cybersecurity and the only coding I can do is some html. I'm below a novice haha. So, if you're that sort of person, then maybe this could be of interest to you. What I am about to discuss involves no coding or really any in depth knowledge regarding technology. You don't have to be Elliot Alderson for this.

>Why does privacy even matter?

The answer to this question will vary from person to person. I, for one, do not like the idea of any corporation hoarding my data to sell or store or do fuck all with. If this does not bother you, I'd consider asking yourself if you're comfortable with, let's say, something like Google knowing everything about you. And I mean everything. Suppose that doesn't bother you, then okay. Maybe think about how it would feel if your classmates or coworkers knew what Google knows about you. Corporations also extend to governments because they're jerking each other off, so something to keep in mind. And individuals, people like you and I, work for these entities. And these people can abuse your data. For any reason.

Your data is a tool for them to control you. You might not realize it until it's too late. I'm being a little vague here because this point alone could be an entire wall of posts.

Additionally, something to consider is the level of privacy that you may require. If you are someone who attends public protests or is part of some sort of organization that criticizes your government, you are at risk of potential scrutiny or harassment. Obviously, but I mean specifically from a lack of privacy practices. Maybe from your government or somebody who opposes your views, etc. And depending on how you've been communicating about these gatherings or communities, you're potentially putting others at risk as well. If you're one of the people who's in charge of organizing or playing a large role, some of the methods I will be going over will likely not be enough to protect you. Activists and journalists need a different level of privacy that I can't begin to match.

Listed below are some videos that I watched that really helped me to understand why this is important.

“I Have Nothing to Hide” – The Dangerous Myth About Privacy

Is it impossible to be private online? (Eric's channel has been very helpful for me personally because his explanations do not alienate the tech illiterate)

>So...Where do I start?

Luckily, there are small steps you can take to prevent some information about you from being hoarded. And I say some, not all. Unfortunately, the only way to completely avoid all of this is to live out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and never use the internet ever. Which I can assume you don't want because you're reading this on a website right now! You will have to make some compromises for some of these options, and if you can't replace all of these and only some, that's fine. Most of these can be adjusted in just a few minutes, if that.

General

Oh my god, stop using chrome. I'm serious, please stop. If you are using chrome to read this, close out of this and download firefox. or brave or chromium or whatever. I use firefox, and the second you download firefox, download ublock origin. Ads on the internet are completely out of control. Firefox is not foolproof either, other add-ons can provide not just a more private experience, but also a much smoother one. ClearURLs removes tracking elements from urls. And it's open source. There are a few others, but I don't know everything lol. There are VPNs you can use, but I only ever use one if I'm away from home and using the Wi-Fi at work or something.

Stop using google search engine. In firefox, you can set something else by default. I just use duckduckgo, but there are alternatives. You can also turn off the ai bullshit. Find one that works best for you and your needs.

Email. So this is one I have not moved yet. I still have gmail for my youtube account. I also have to use gmail for my university. I do have a protonmail, though, that I've been slowly moving over to. This could be an easy fix for some people, while impossible for others. This is something that I am willing to compromise on. Again, you can't have it all with how things are set up. I'm sure there are some ways to circumvent this, but I am not aware of it. For things like drive and docs there are also some alternatives, but I don't use drive all that much, so finding an alternative isn't that pressing for me. There's proton drive, which functions similarly, and several paid options, but I'm trying to keep this process free for people just starting to be privacy-conscious.

Signal is a good messenger especially if you're moving from something like facebook messenger, instagram, whatsapp, whatever. It's end to end encrypted and pretty modern (so stuff like emojis, reactions, voice messages) You do need a phone number though, but again, better than just whatsapp. More people are moving to it now, so you might have an easier time introducing friends to it.

Cellphone

Alright, so this is going to depend on a few factors, mainly whether you have Android or iOS. I had an iPhone for a long time, up until last year. I was never an Apple fanboy, it's just what I had, but I wasn't deep in the ecosystem by any means. I've always used a Windows computer, so I didn't have a Mac or apple watch or whatever. I had an ipad but sold it to a friend last year because I transitioned to using my Wacom full time on my PC. I only say that because if you like your apple products just keep in mind that while you are secure (apple does have great security), you may not be private. iOS is closed source, so it's more difficult for third parties or hackers to get your data, but apple has it. And apple can do whatever. Also, you are limited to the ways you can customize your phone.

I will link a video on someone who discusses privacy on iphone but aside from the few things I listed above I can't really help you much further than a few other points. Sorry.

A brief guide to privacy for iPhone

If you have an Android based phone you are in luck. Most Android phones allow you to put a different os on your cellphone since you can access the bootloader (unlike iphones) BUT your phone in most cases has to be OEM unlockable. Phones from carriers like Verizon aren't able to be unlocked because Verizon is weird and kinda treats their consumers like shit lol. I own a Google pixel 9 and I will admit I splurged on this phone by buying it brand new. It was on sale, I got a bonus at work and hey what can I say... Also my iphone 12mini was shitting itself so it was time for a new phone. The money must have been burning a damn hole in my pocket. In retrospect though, the smarter thing would have been to buy used or an older model. Which I will be doing in the future. Back on track though.

You're probably scratching your head here: if he was just complaining about google why the hell does he have a Google phone?

I'm glad you asked, hypothetical voice in my head.

Grapheneos is a os that is only available on Google pixels (I believe from 6 onward). What it does is basically degoogles your phone. So removes google services. And the thing is, you can redownload these services but refuse network permissions and limit what they can and cannot do or have access to. Or tweak settings that you would not otherwise have access to. You have control over your device and it actually somewhat feels like your device. It's easy to install...like, modding a ds takes longer than installing graphene on your phone. Here is a video that I watched that goes over specifics and installation.

Here is the grapheneos website

For non google phones there's calyxOS but I have no personal experience with it. But both of these OS give you back some ownership on your device by letting the user control how their cellphone functions and not a company. Also, it can help your phone feel a little smoother because it removes a lot of proprietary apps that companies like Samsung add to android. If your phone can't be unlocked, then start by switching to alternative apps and delete as many proprietary apps as possible. Watch this video on fdroid.

Remove face ID if you're able and remove fingerprints as well. It might be a bit inconvenient but it's much safer. I understand that these may be great accessibility tools for some so just do what you can. Turn off location when you're not using it. With graphene, you can give map applications your approximate location, not your exact location. There are also map options that can be disconnected from network, and you can save routes, but I use public transportation and really need to see when my bus is going to arrive. My cities bus app is so shit sometimes. Again, another example of compromising that is going make you ask what's important to you, and if you're willing to risk your privacy for it.

If you watch most of these videos, you'll hear a lot of these points are going to overlap.

I was considering discussing what you can do for your PC, but I'm a complete noob. I've been using Linux mint for a little bit now, and I avoid the terminal most of the time because I'm a little baby. Even still, I recommend getting away from windows if you're able. Especially if you have a windows 10 computer since Microsoft is dropping support this fall iirc. Linux mint is super beginner friendly and much lighter on your computer, so even better if your PC is older.

Some videos that might help you decide if Linux could be a good alternative for you.

Switching to Linux: A Beginner’s Guide

Why Linux is Better Than Windows 11

Linux Mint 22: Excellent Distro for Windows Users

Linux Mint for Gaming (2025) | Linux Gaming Setup (for Beginners) Pt. 1

This privacy stuff can go so deep and you'll feel kinda crazy lol. Once you learn about what people can do with this data, and read about how people's lives have been ruined by it getting into the wrong hands, it'll never leave your head. But it's important to start small. And start sooner rather than later.

Social media was something I considered discussing but I think it could be added to a later post since this is kinda long already. I hope this is somewhat helpful, I tend to ramble a lot of the time. If you're someone who is a bit more savvy than I, then please reply with any info that you think could be important. But remember that this post is for basic beginners who are just now learning about this stuff so keep it simple. Thanks for reading!

[brinnanza]

sometimes i like to research the treatment protocols for my various Issues and Problems and it is always very gratifying to find psychiatrists recommend something I am already doing today's rabbit hole was alexithymia because it's very much a the top fell off of the sprinkles container and now my bowl is all sprinkles at the autism sundae bar and it turns out the thing they're doing for that is basically just thinking about how you feel about stuff and practicing untangling it so you can do it faster on the fly and lo and behold that is precisely what my weed fueled self therapy sessions have been about lately

[rowenabean]

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[muttsandmustelidae]

i regret to inform all of my fellow socially awkward kings that Practicing Talking Good actually helps. u have to make small talk at the grocery store sometimes to get better at speaking to people u don’t know very well. it sucks but if u keep trying it will eventually NOT suck and will in fact be fun and nice

[yourqueenb]

Feeling another random burst of self confidence (probably due to lack of sleep honestly) so have a heavily made-up eye reveal I guess? 😂

[tamaharu]

to meee :3 akechi and sumire arent exactly friends throughout january, (they only get really close several years later) but as a side effect of neither having anything better to do and the two constantly haunting kichijoji i think they inevitably fall together more often than not. ren takes sumire out for darts and shes weirdly better than she was last time (sidebar but the fact that sumire and akechi both mimic your throws but sumire sucks shit at darts too much for it to do any good is so cute) and shes like oh yeah akechi-san has been teaching me. oh wow i got a forty! unaware of the way she just blew rens mind.

[daz4i]

someone please send me sleepy vibes i need to sleep but i don't . wanna 💔

[tears-of-boredom]

day 3: unnecessarily complex fit

ii gotta be honest, they were originally gonna have two feet but then i couldn't figure out the perspective of their right one so i decided to just not draw it

[slutcore-starships]

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[r4di0h3ad]

just practice

paring! bsf!jj x reader

in which! you have a date coming up and you still haven’t lost your virginity, so you go to your best friend in the hopes he will help you out and save you from embarrassment

warnings! smut. loss of virginity. oral sex (f. receiving) pnv sex. unprotected sex.

part 2

you find jj at the chateau, laying in a hammock on the porch with his shirt off and a joint between his fingers. you could smell the scent of weed before you even made it to the door and jj gave you a smile when he noticed you.

“hey, j.” you greeted, now standing in front of the bench. “you busy?”

“what’s it look like?” he took a long drag from the joint and exhaled. you couldn’t help but grin at his glazed over eyes and his genuine, high smile.

you glanced into the screen door, looking for john b, or anyone else, but couldn’t see well from the smoky haze.

“anyone home?”

he shakes his head no.

“kie and pope are working, think john b’s out with sarah.” he says. “why? you okay?” his eyes soften and you notice his look of concern.

“yeah,” you smile, “everything’s fine, just need to uh- talk to you.” you had no idea how you were gonna go through with this without making it incredibly awkward. you already felt sick to your stomach at the thought of him rejecting you and never seeing you the same way after this.

jj nods and stubs out his joint. he stands up and opens the screen door, motioning for you to enter first.

“after you.”

you smile and step inside, but you soon begin to feel ill at the fact that you were really going to ask him this. you wanted this to happen, but you were terribly nervous.

you lead him to his room and close the door behind you. he sits on the edge of the bed and you follow, sitting crisss cross, facing him.

“you sure everything’s fine?” he asks, obviously questioning the fact that you wanted to speak to him in his room, and that you were silent.

“i told you about that guy i’ve been talking to for a few weeks, yeah?” you start, not wanting to make eye contact with the boy.

“yeah.” he nods.

you try not to pick at the skin of your fingernails.

“okay, well, he asked me out.” you say. “the date’s tomorrow.”

he furrows his eyebrows in question, noticing that you sounded kind of disappointed about something that was supposed to be good.

“well that’s a good thing, right?” he scoffed. “i mean, i cant remember the last time you went on a date.”

“shut up.” you nudge him. “yeah, it’s a good thing… i like him- i think.”

“alright, well, that’s all you wanted to tell me?” he asks. “you don’t need dating advice right? because i can’t help you in that department.”

you fight a smile at his remark and shake your head no.

“okay, here’s the thing.” you sigh before you force out your next words, absolutely dreading his reaction. “i don’t know if he’ll wanna sleep with me eventually, and, well he’s kind of experienced with girls and all that, and i’m kind of…. not.” you cringe at your choice of words, already regretting coming to jj out of embarrassment. you glance at him momentarily and he seems to be studying you, waiting for you to keep talking. “what i mean is, like-“ you sighed. you knew you sounded like a complete idiot, but you didn’t want to back out now.

“you know i’m a virgin, right?” you didn’t even want to look at him after the words came out of your mouth.

he smiled a little.

“i, uh, i figured.” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and cleared his throat.

“don’t be a dick.” you shove him once again and he chuckles, which allows you to lighten up just slightly. “i’m saying that i don’t know what i’m doing - y’know, with guys and all that. i don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him.”

“so you want… sex advice? from me?” he asks, raising his eyebrows with suspicion.

you nervously bite the inside of your cheek and your face grows hot.

“well, i thought maybe a little more hands on.” you said before you could even stop yourself. you knew you had to just come out and say it or you would’ve backed out and nothing would ever come of this situation. you searched his face for a reaction.

he looked confused, but he didn’t seem whole heartedly against the idea. the silence between you both was becoming awkward and you felt the need to explain yourself, hopefully making the situation sound less like you were coming on to him and more like a friend just asking for help.

“i mean like, because you’re a guy and all, you would know what guys like best, i guess?” you said, as you watched him cross his arms over his chest and lean against the headboard of the bed. “and i was thinking about the fact that i’m going on a date for the first time since freshman year and now there’s a very high chance that i’ll sleep with him in the coming weeks, and it just- i don’t know, the idea of losing my virginity to someone i’ve known for a month didn’t really sound good to me.” you we’re rambling at this point to try and defend your case. “i would rather do it with someone i know, and trust.”

“you want me to take your virginity?” he asked, blatantly. “that’s what you came here for?”

you nod, probably chewing a hole into your cheek now.

“if it’s too weird for you, you don’t have to do it at all, it’s okay.” you said. “you were just the only person i felt like i could ask without it being awkward.”

“no, no,” his expression softens and he shakes his head, pulling his arms from his chest and taking his back off the headboard. “i’ll do it.”

“really?” your eyes light up because you expected this to go far south.

“yeah, no big deal.” he shrugs, even though in his head he knew it was a huge deal. he was going to be your first time and if he screwed it up, there was no telling what would happen between you two. “but, this won’t change anything between us right?” he asked. “like i just don’t want it to be awkward afterwards.”

“i swear.” you said, although you didn’t entirely know if that was the truth. “you’re just helping me out, right?”

“alright.” he responds. “you, uh, you wanna do this now or..?” he clears his throat again, visibly getting nervous, but your fears seemed to be disappearing now that you knew he wasn’t against the idea.

“the sooner, the better.” you said.

jj gets up from the bed and flips the lock on the door on the off chance someone were to come home.

“just a warning though,” you start, “i’ll definitely be really bad at this compared to the other girls you’ve been with.”

“that’s all right, you gotta learn somewhere.” he says, walking back to you and stopping right in front of where you were sitting on the bed. your heart started to race as the reality of what you were about to do started setting in. he sits down next to you and you could smell salt water and weed on his skin. “i’m gonna start with kissing you, is that okay?” you searches your face for confirmation and you nod, giving him the okay. “and you’ll tell me if i’m taking things too fast or if you wanna stop, right?”

you giggle a little at his attention to the matter.

“yes jj.”

you see a very slight smile appear on his lips before he slowly leaned in and connected them with yours. he tasted like weed but in the most perfect way as he skillfully moved his lips in sync with yours. his tongue softly swiped your bottom lip at the same time his hands found their way to the sides of your face and he held you there gently. you took him touching you as a sign to occupy your own hands with his body as you brought your hands around his back, feeling his bare skin.

his kisses started leading down your chin, and further down onto your neck where he connected his lips with your skin. you shivered at the new feeling of someone kissing your neck as he went lower still, reaching your collarbone. he pulled away and tugged at the him of your shirt, asking for more access to your body and he helped you out of the fabric.

“you doin okay?” he asks.

“totally fine.”

he connects his lips to your collar again as he carefully lays you down onto your back. he fights the urge not to leave any hickeys on you, knowing you had a date tomorrow.

you scoot your body up until you’re in the middle of the bed so that he can easily get on top of you. he continues kissing your body, getting lower and lower and with each passing second, you could feel yourself getting hotter and your arousal getting stronger. his mouth reached the waistband of your jean shorts and he looked up your for permission to take them off. you nodded and he unbuttoned them before sliding them down your legs and tossing them somewhere on the floor.

jj kissed the curve of your hipbone and you mindlessly rolled your core up towards his mouth, to which you could feel him smirk against your skin at your neediness.

“i’ll get there princess.” he said against the space under your bellybutton. you practically lost your breath at his words and your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment.

he continued kissing you even lower, placing his lips over clothed core and hooking a finger underneath the hem of your bikini bottoms.

“can i take these off?” he asked.

“please.” you nod, almost sounding too desperate.

he pulls your bottoms down your legs, leaving you exposed to him. the first time anyone had seen you like this, and you were thankful it was jj and not some random boy who didn’t know the first thing about you.

“you still alright?”

“jj,” you giggle. “i’ll tell you if somethings wrong, okay?”

“just being courteous.” he joked.

he brought his hand to your now bare core and used his thumb to swipe a line from your entrance up to your clit, making you whine from just one touch. he spreads your wetness around your clit, his pants growing tighter at the sight of your arousal. as he rubs painfully slow circles, he searches your face for signs of enjoyment, but your eyes were shut tight and your lips were parted, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.

“just relax, okay?” he said, to which you nod eagerly. you were totally not relaxed at all. in fact you were amped on adrenaline from the way he kissed you.

and then before you could register what was happening, you felt something new touching you. you opened your eyes and looked down at jj’s face in between your thighs, seeing his tongue swirling over your clit. it felt better than any time you had ever touched yourself. his eyes met yours for a second and you wondered why you never asked him to do this any sooner even though you pictured him going down on you many times before

your hands found their way to his blonde locks, your fingers tangling into his hair as you threw your head back on the pillow.

“oh my god, jj” you moaned, to which he picked up the pace a little. he gripped your thighs firmly, holding them apart, occasionally rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs to relax you.

his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, making you jolt your hips up in pleasure at the new sensation. your legs were trembling under his grip and jj didn’t think he could get any harder, but he was, in fact, getting harder by the minute.

“jj,” you moaned his name, “please don’t stop!” you were pulling his hair tighter, trying not to be too loud in case anyone were to come home, but it was impossible to keep your mouth shut with the way he was eating your pussy. “feels so good” you cried.

your hips were rocking back and forth, rolling in the same rhythm as his tongue, practically riding his face. he knew you were close based on the fact that your moans were getting closer together and your legs were shaking harder. he suddenly switched the direction of his tongue, now going side to side and occasionally sucking on your clit, swallowing your juices.

your back was arched off the bed, your hands flying to the sheets for something to hold on to as your high approached in small waves. you moved one hand to cover your mouth, trying to stifle your moans, but jj immediately reached up to your arm and pulled it from your face, not stopping his movements.

“need to hear you cum” he said against your clit before harshly sucking on it.

“fuck” you moaned, his words alone almost leading you over the edge.

he snuck two fingers into your entrance and slowly moved them against the sweet spot inside you. the mixture of his mouth expertly lapping at your clit and his fingers pushing into you had you coming undone.

“fuck- don’t stop- please- don’t st-“ you couldn’t even get the last words out as you felt yourself completely lose control. you didn’t know how loud you were moaning because all of your senses had faltered as the tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

he kept licking until you had fully ridden out your orgasm, and even then, he continued, his grip still tight on your legs as they trembled. you pushed his head away from the overstimulation and then lay limp, your chest rising and falling as you came down, your eyes still closed.

“need a second?” he asked, mockingly, his hands running up your torso and to your still covered breasts. he felt your nipples harden under your bikini top and he desperately wanted to get you out of it.

you wrap your arms around his back and pull him on top of you, connecting your lips with his again. he immediately kisses you back and reaches behind you to undo your top, which quickly comes off and jj’s eyes land on your breasts. he takes them both in his hands and leans over you to suck your nipple, making you shiver.

you occupy your own hands with his belt, fumbling with the clasp until it’s undone and pulling it through the loops.

he pulls himself away from your tits and starts undoing the zipper before his eyes meet yours.

“you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.

“i wouldn’t be fully naked in front of you right now if i wasn’t.” you joke.

he gets up from the bed to take his shorts off and look around the room, presumably for a condom.

“john b’s gotta have some around here, hold on.” he says, opening up the top drawer of the dresser and rummaging through the pairs of socks and underwear.

“you don’t have to, jay.” you say, but he doesn’t listen, still looking inside the dresser for any small, silver packages. “i’m on birth control.”

he turns around cocks his head at you.

“what?” you question. “makes my periods lighter.” you shrug.

“i’m still pulling out though.” he says before he walks back to the edge of the bed and slides his boxers off, revealing his achingly hard cock. you visibly got nervous at his length, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. jj notices the redness in your face and gets into the bed, pushing hair out of your face with his fingers. “i’ll stop if it’s too much, just tell me.” you nod, anxiously and he positions himself on top of you, stroking his cock a few times before you feel his tip at your entrance. his eyes meet yours for confirmation and you give him a nod.

his cock slowly pushes into you, not even an inch as he doesn’t want to hurt you. you shut your eyes hard, preparing for it to hurt, but you feel barely any pain. he kisses your neck and pushes himself in a little farther.

“this feel okay?” he asks against your skin.

“feels good, j.” your hands find their way to his back again.

once he bottoms out, you feel a slight pressure at your cervix before he slowly starts moving, giving you time to adjust to the feeling.

you hear jj moan in your ear from the painfully slow strokes he was taking, trying to keep himself from going too fast for you. his cock rubbed against your g-spot and you kiss the area in between his collar and neck.

“i’m okay jj.” you reassure him. “faster, please.”

he picks up the pace and continues kissing your neck. your nails dig into the skin of his back.

“you feel so good” he moans. “doin’ so good for me- fuck.” he didn’t even realize what he was saying, but you enjoyed the hell out of it. his praises added to the pleasure of him inside you.

he was going fast enough now that you could hear your skin hitting against each others as your hips connected. every thrust was stroking your sweet spot and you were pretty sure you were leaving scratches on his back, but jj felt too good to even notice.

he leaned back a little so that all his weight was on his knees and his back was straight as he grabbed one of your legs for support and used his other hand to rub your clit at the same time he was fucking you. the double stimulation illicited a loud moan from you that encouraged jj to keep going, almost nearing his end.

his thrusts were getting sloppier and his breathing was heavier but he wanted to make you finish before him. your chest heaved, feeling the new sensation of him filling you up at the same time as his fingers worked on your clit. the pressure was building up and you knew you were close. you suddenly pulled him against you so that your chests were pressed against each others.

“fuck- jj” you moaned. “m’so close.”

his heavy breathing sounded like heaven to you as he started to fuck you even harder, his cock sliding perfectly in and out of you.

“sweetheart” he moaned into your neck. “m’not gonna last much longer.”

almost immediately after he said those words, you felt the band in your stomach snap as you came around his cock, squeezing and pulling him deeper inside you. you cried out his name as he fucked you through your second orgasm.

“fuck, baby-“ he pulled out of you and stroked his cock that was slick with your wetness. you watched his face contort in pleasure, his eyes barely open and his lips parted, his eyebrows furrowed. his cum shot onto your stomach and tits.

he tried not to stare too long at the mess he made of you, realizing almost as soon as he finished that this was a one time thing he may never get you like this again.

he got out of the bed and grabbed a shirt of the floor, which he cleaned you up with and tossed it.

“you okay?” he asked again.

you rolled your eyes.

“how many times are you gonna ask that?” you scoffed. “i liked it, j. don’t know how my date’s gonna top that.” you joked.

then, jj remembered that this was all practice for you to go and have sex with another guy and he suddenly felt sick. he pulled his boxers back on and picked up your articles of clothing from the floor and tossed them to you.

the truth is, you didn’t even want to go on that date anymore. not after the way jj took care of you.

“hey, jj!” a voice, john b’s, ripped through the chateau and both of your eyes widened, looking at each other with panic. “you home?”

you swiftly put your bottoms and shorts back on in under 30 seconds and shrugged yourself into your flimsy shirt while jj was putting his belt back on. you quickly exited john b’s room before he could see where you both came from and you nervously greeted him in the living room to see that sarah and kie were home as well.

“heyy, jb.” jj said, awkwardly.

“what have you two been doing all day?” john b asks.

kiara walked over to the kitchen to grab a beer and when she turned around, she noticed the marks on jj’s back. she paused in her steps.

“jj, what’s with all the scratches on your ba-“ and then she realized. her face contorted in disgust. “ewwww, are you guys fucking serious?”

your face grows hot with embarrassment and you wanted to dig a whole to die in, but john b seems barely faced as he walked past you, saying something near you.

“at least you made that boy’s dreams come true.”



[lostalioth]

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

→ premise: logan was obsessed, he was from the moment he met you. he didn’t get crushes, but you’ve turned the big bad wolverine into a depraved puppy and he’s had enough.

→ pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

→ warnings: 2k words, smut | 18+, obsession [not dark, just like a big crush, idk how to actually write obsession well], belly bulge, unprotected sex, nicknames [baby, princess, pretty girl], creampie, I visualized like x1-3 logan when writing but you can imagine whichever logan era.

→ a/n: kinktober 09

Logan was utterly obsessed, entranced by your entire being. If he didn’t already know what your mutation was, he'd swear you were a witch that cast a love spell on him so he goes starry eyed and dulcet when you walk in a room. He wasn't the kind of man to get crushes, he did one night stands to satiate his needs and yet now he can't bring himself to want anybody but you.

You and your pretty eyes that sparkle when you look at him and flutter your eyelashes to get what you want. You and your tendency to brush against him or run your hand down his arm when you walk around him making his brain go fuzzy and getting him all flustered. The whole team could see how smitten and enthralled he was with you, mocking him and calling him a love sick puppy especially when you go away on mission and he mopes around the mansion. He’s had enough of the little flirting back and forth and nothing coming of it, he was desperate for you and his crush was only getting stronger as the months went on.

You had just gotten back from a short mission with Storm and Jean when before you could even say hi to everybody Logan is grabbing your hand and pulling you away down the hall. “eh- hey! Lo slow down” you squeal out as he drags you along behind him, heart racing at the feeling of his fingers intertwined with your own. The nickname you've resorted to calling him as the two of you have gotten closer makes his ears ring. He loved when you called him Lo you were the only one allowed to, anybody else who tired got glared at.

“Need to talk to ya’ now, right now” he grumbled out, his signature, you swore permanent grumpy scowl plastered on his face. He continues to tug you down the long hall towards your bedroom. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at where he's taking you. Pushing open your door, he turns around and yanks you inside. Shutting the door, his body now facing you. His grip on your hand is still tight, he didnt wanna let go especially not when you haven't said anything about the fact he’s practically holding your hand.

“What is it? Is everything okay Lo?” You question in that sweet concerned voice you give him when he tells you he didn't sleep well because of another nightmare. “Do you want me?” He blurts out so fast the words practically blend together. You think you hear his question and it makes your head spin in more confusion but you needed him to repeat it. “What’d you say” you question as your gaze stays fixed on Logan, his own glued to your face watching for reactions. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he starts again “Do you want me?” He questions in a slower softer tone.

Now your head really was spinning and slick settled in your core at his wording, he wasn't asking if you liked him, no he was asking if you WANTED him. your eyes that were on him are now darting around the room like it's the most fascinating thing. Through the fogginess of your brain all you can manage to eat out is a “What..?”

Pushing forward Logan backs your body up against your shut bedroom door, his frame looming over you and blocking you in. The hand that is not entangled with yours comes up to your chin to grab it and make you look at him. “Do. You. Want. Me? I'm not repeatin’ myself again pretty girl” he growls out, punching out each word of his question. He was losing his patience especially after the sweet scent of your arousal fills his nostrils and makes his cock twitch. “Cause i want you princess, have wanted you for fuckin’ months. And it's killing me, you’re killin’ me pretty girl” he groans out in frustration.

“Do you even know what you do to me? What my crush on you is doin’ to me princess? All our flirting and lingering looks, everybody always mocking me for how I act round you” he continues to ramble on, pulling your face closer to his as he waits on an answer to at least one of his questions.

“Yes..i want you Lo” you mumble out breathlessly and low. A big lopsided smirk spreads on Logan’s face as your words register in his head. “What was that baby?” He teases, needing you to repeat it just so he can hear it again.

“I want you Logan, really fucking bad” you whine out as your core aches for attention, your hips gravitate towards his to push against him. “Shit- fuck it” he groans out and grabs ahold of your waist and crashes his lips agaisnt yours, he knew the two of you should’ve gone back to the team. You needed to give Charles a debrief of the mission but Logan could care less at the moment. You kiss him with the same amount of passion and fever as your arms wrap around his neck pressing your chest to his. You hum and moan into the kiss sending vibrations through Logan’s body and straight to his confined cock that was begging to be released. “Jump and wrap ya’ legs around me baby” he instructed, his words mumbled against your lips but clear enough for you to understand. Jumping up a bit, Logan catches you by grabbing onto your ass as your legs wrapped around his waist. “Atta girl princess” you smile against his lips at the praise while he walks the two of you over to your plush bed.

Laying you down on your back, he keeps his body between your spread thighs as his mouth pulls away from yours and drifts down to kiss at your neck. His hard cock pressed right up against your leaking cunt in this position, his large hands rubbing and groping all over your body. Running over your hips and waist, palming over your tits and grabbing at your ass, anywhere his hands can reach, indulging in the fact you're allowing him to touch you like this. “Mhmm Lo, baby please i need you” you whine out and buck your hips against his, grinding your core against his bulge. “Yeah? Whatcha need baby? Huh princess? Use your words” he doesnt pull away from your neck, continuously kissing it and along your collarbones and chest as you were wearing a low cut top, even sucking and biting at your skin to form hickeys.

”Need you, need you to fuck me Lo please” you whimper out and tug at the wasit band of his jeans as well as push up at his white tank top. “Yeah i can do that baby fuck” he grunts out and sucks in a breath, a shiver going down his back when you strach at his lower stomach and happy trail. The feeling of your hands on his bare skin makes his body tingle and skin feel on fire.

His movements are frantic as he is quick to strip off his shirt and yours. Pulling your pants down and off your legs alongside your panties, leaving your bare pussy exposed to the cool air. “Oh fuck~ shes so pretty” he mumbled out under his breath seemingly to himself, you werent sure if it was aimed at your cunt or you. in his haste he just barely pushes his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock. His throbbing cock springs free, making you gasp at his size, he didn't feel nearly as big when it was hidden as he looks now. His cock long and so deliciously thick that it has your mouth watering wanting a taste. You knew your jaw would burn to accommodate his size; you couldn't imagine your cunt fitting him. “Lo i don't know if it’ll fit” you whine out, looking into his lust blown eyes with concern.

“Pretty girl if you’re as wet as ya’ smell i’ll slip right in” he chuckles softly, grabbing himself at the base and nudging his mushroom tip to open your slit and rub it through your soaked folds. Your slick collects and mixes with the precum leaking from his cock lubing up his shaft and tip. Your hole clenches around nothing everytime he brushes over it making your hips twitch and thrust up trying to get him to push inside already.

“Mmm Lo..please just fuck me already” you whine out and squirm. His brows furrowed in concentration, gaze locked on where your bodies meet, trying his hardest not to already blow his load as he lines his tip up at your entrance. Just rubbing over your pussy with his cock was causing his balls to tighten, your pussy felt heavenly and addicting. This moment was 10 times better than any of the hundreds of wet dreams he had late at night where he’d wake up with a wet spot forming in his sweats.

He lets out a broken gasp that morphs into a string of curses when he finally slowly pushes into the wet heat of your cunt. “Oh fuck~ shes already squeezin’ me so tight baby” he grunts as he finally bottoms out buried to the hilt, his hips wasting no time in finding a rymth and thrusting deep inside you. the sting of your pussy stretching to take his cock makes your head go hazy, eyes screwing shut in bliss.

You clench around him and Logan cant stop himself from thrusting harder and faster, a slurred pussy-drunk mess of sentences fall from his mouth.

“Fuck youre so hot princess, s’good for me” “Cant believe ya’ letting me do this to you, fuckin’ you like this” “Dreamt’ bout’ this for so long, been fuckin’ obsessed with ya’ for forever” he whines out in a long run on setenace as his hips slam against yours, the filthy squelching sound of your cunt and your moans and whimpers fill the air in your room. You didn't care that you were being loud enough that anyone who walked past your door would definitely hear you and know what was going on. the knowledge of that seemed to be spurring both you and Logan on more.

His eyes are locked at where your bodies are connected, his cock creating a bulge in your lower stomach every time he thrusts all the way in. “Fuck baby, look at that, my cock s’big its making a bulge when im buried inside” he groans out and presses down on your lower stomach making your cunt clench down harder on him, your body trying to milk his release out of him. Tipping your head down you open your eyes to watch as his cock thrusts in and out of your throbbing pussy, his tip driving right into that spot deep inside you making you see stars. That spongy spot that your toys could never reach just right when Logan would get you all worked up with his flirting, not like his cock currently is.

“M’gonna cum Lo- baby, Fuck- mhm~ wanna cum with you please” you moan out, your sentence coming out broken up as your climax was teetering on the edge. “Im gonna cum too baby don’t worry pretty girl” he hissed out as his fingers dig into your hips, his own flattering in there thrusting as his cock twitches inside you. “Cum on my cock princess, gonna fill this pretty up makin’ it all mine-” you cut off his sentence by grabbing ahold of the back of his neck, pulling his face down to kiss him desperately.

“Already all yours Lo, i been yours the whole time” you whine against his lips as your high washes over you, cumming on his cock as his thrusts speed up one last time.

Your cream coating his cock acts to further lube up his thick cock as it jackhammers into you, before your cunt milks Logan’s cum out of him in thick ropes that fill you. “Ya’ 100 percent all mine now baby” he hums into your mouth, lazily kissing you while he catches his breath, your hips grinding on his cock as you both ride out your highs.

→ a/n: fully meant to post this yesterday but i barely had anything written for it then and couldnt bring myself to write more. Im doing better than I’ve done the past 3 years with kinktober tho, gotten further than any other times.

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I’m almost done complaining abt supervisors I swear