#went a little 🤏��� overboard

[killakalx]

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

just bsf!dick grayson making you squirt and calling you babe... as a friend of course

“you mean- never?” dick grayson inquires in a flat tone, almost in disbelief. you confirm with a simple and high pitched nope, speaking of all the times you’ve failed to cum using just your hand.

he’s ecstatic at the idea, even if he suspects it’s your attempt of getting him back in your bed. he’s subject to details like this, being your best friend. not to mention you’ve had conversations similar before; but this time is different. this time, you’re having a casual conversation about your bland sex life a week after dick got the chance to fuck the lights out of you; and the chance wasn’t missed, nor a regret. so yes, he sees the bait, and he’s more than happy to take it.

like the clever bastard he is, dick gets you to give him the green light rather than blatantly falling for it. I've slept with people like that, he boasts, you know me though. a few more sneaky remarks and you're sucking the inside of your cheek in defeat before you tell him to 'demonstrate'.

now he’s got a hand down your shorts, carefully situating you into his lap and keeping a steady hand pinching at the fat of your hips. "how's that?" dick asks, circling your clit with generous pressure before slipping right inside. his fingers hit you deep, way deeper than your own or anyone else's, and that little fact has him all the more eager.

calculated efforts nudge at that sweet spot and you gasp, thighs flinching and giving him more room to get a little deeper. you glance at him with an almost awkward expression but he’s already enthralled, lazily tugging your shorts down a bit further with a hungry glint in his eye.

“it’ll feel better when you calm down,” dick coos at you, a sly hand slipping under your shirt to brush over a hardened nipple. “relax for me.” he’s gentle with you despite his brewing impatience, scissoring and spreading your cunt open on his fingers to coax you out of your nervousness. you start rolling your hips and his fingers curl way deeper, eyes shooting open with a soft cry of his name.

“it feels…“ you start with a pleasurable hitch of breath, “feels-“

“good?” he finishes the thought for you with a particularly deep thrust, “I know, sweetheart, but it’ll get better.”

his thumb barely touches your clit and you tremble, arms clinging around his neck as you gasp and whine right into his ear. pretty little noises just for him as his free hand palms your breast, urging you closer and closer into him until you’re moaning into his mouth. from this angle his kisses are sloppy, swallowing up your keens as he finds the speed that has you writhing in his lap.

“yeah- keep doin’ that,” dick manages between kisses, spreading your legs wider as you twitch around him and you swear you hear him moan with you. “just like that, baby- fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“dickie,” you whine, half outta your mind with pleasure, “‘m close- so close, please-“

“I know, sweets, give it to me-“ he pants with you, lips loosely catching yours just before he catches the perfect angle inside you, “cum for me, pretty girl, c’mon.“

your hips grind into his leg a few more times and you cry, holding dick close and practically crumbling in his grasp as you leak around his knuckles. dick talks you through what feels like a never ending orgasm and his hand fails to stop moving, mesmerized by what he’s pulled out of you, sticky fluids dripping into his palm as your pussy squelches around his fingers and you whine.

“dick, I- shit- I just-“

“I know, babe,” he confirms with a pleased grin, still holding you in his lap with the perfect view of your mess. “relax, remember? lemme try something.”

dick shuffles from beneath you until you’re sitting right on top of his cock, throbbing through flimsy pajamas while he works out a new angle. you’re dazed and a bit confused, still trembling in overstimulation until the coil swells into another rapidly approaching orgasm. he’s nudging at your g-spot over and over with more intensity, kissing at your shoulder while groping your tits and it has you damn near tears.

“you feel that, yeah?” he checks, “deep in your tummy? let it go, baby- let me see it.”

you can’t wrap your head around what he’s looking for, but you give it to him regardless- head hanging over his shoulder with a desperate whine and arching away from dick. distantly, you feel the fabric under you, soaked beyond what you thought normal as he trails off in praise over your moans. “goddamn, that was gorgeous- all for me, huh?” his fingers pump in and out a few more times as the high fades, then removing them to finally rest. “was I the first to see that?”

it takes a moment of recovery—deep and staggered breaths with a low whine before processing the mess. before processing that your best friend just made you fucking squirt.

“oh my god,“ you stumble over words, “i’m sorry, dick, I didn’t-“

“babe,” he cuts you off with the casual endearment again, “you’re telling me no one’s made you do that before?” his hand’s soiled with your slick and cum and he brings it to his mouth with no hesitation, letting you slide out of his lap as his tongue laps around his fingers.

“mm… no,” you mutter while ogling at the hard-on straining his ruined pajamas, “I didn’t… I didn’t even know I could do that,” and after a moment, the awkwardness finally seeps away when he laughs out of content with himself.

“y’think you could give me another?” he asks with no shame, kneeling between your legs with the intent of getting his proper fill. “it’ll be better with tongue, too- when you cum, I mean,” he corrects himself as if he gave away his shameful thirst, like you wouldn’t catch on. like you wouldn’t remember how your best friend’s so easily pussy whipped.

dick doesn’t even give you time to answer his question, though, pulling you to the edge of the couch and suckling on your clit as he locks your thighs around his head. you can tell from the groan that vibrates through you that he’s palming his cock through the fabric drenched in your fluids, and you can tell that he fully intends to pull another orgasm out of you all under the guise of ‘demonstrating’ for you.

“you’re shameless, dick grayson.”

“‘nd you taste good,” he mutters matter-of-factly, “I don’t see how you could blame me.” ❧

[push-tet]

WAIT A MINUTE. I JUST REALIZED THAT HELENA IS A SHAKESPEAREAN CHARACTER

i didn't recognize her in your interpretation lmao

huh, that's what i was going for. i think i went a little🤏 overboard when i tried to abstract it too much from the original. i ended up with the exact opposite.

now comes my personal conclusions. to put it simply in the play Helena was a romantic character and her obsession with Demetrius is off the charts. Her character shows that love is sometimes blind and makes us do strange things, like giving away the whereabouts of her friend and her true lover in order to get the attention of her object of desire, which creates a love quadrangle due to Puck's incompetence. That said, Helena is willing to break gender stereotypes for the sake of love at the time of the play and has taken the initiative to get her love herself, albeit in a creepy way

Helena's conflict in my Verona is not love, but common sense. Think about it, what would you do if your best friend and friend ran away at night into the dark forest where rumor has it there is a pink-eyed monster that can grab you in the dark and drag you into its swamp? What would you do? Run with them? No, you're too weak and small to stand up for yourself, much less others. Tell Dimetrius? What would he do, go into the woods together to hurt more sims? Tell the adults what happened? THAT'S THE RIGHT THING TO DO! It was a logical decision for Helena, but Hermia saw it as a betrayal. There were no love potions. There was only the bitter realization that a seemingly strong friendship had broken down because of a misunderstanding of one another

This is where the intertwining of Helena from the play and Helena from my verona ends. i'd add some more interesting stuff, but i think there's already a lot of water in here already

[hyypnotix-writes]

My mother definitely went overboard 😅 Many surfaces are full of them and they are all different. Lots of pictures of God and Jesus. She made me have one of Mary in my room to "encourage me to be more like her" Scared me a little when I was younger

that’s very intense 🤏🏻

[mysteriesofmarcy]

#1: A Night at the Inn

I surprised even myself with this pick. But there is just so much good here and really nothing bad.

We begin with the Plantars finding out that the mountain pass is still blocked with ice, which could explain the discrepancy between the two months Anne initially thought she would be staying in Wartwood and the three months she was actually there.

Then Anne and Sprig apparently find some really fast leeches and Polly tries to go into a haunted forest, but Hop Pop gets protective. Which... as much as I feel for Polly, Hop Pop does have a point.

Then the "snail trouble" scene... between the trap on the road, the whole thing with the tent, and Anne spotting the conveniently placed inn, everything was just... 🤏 just right.

Then there's the foreshadowing in the lobby scene -- with Polly not eating any cookies, the mostly empty hotel, and the "warm(ing) yourselves by the fire" -- this was a genius setup for a cannibal story.

And then Anne and Sprig both just enjoying their rooms while Polly gets stuck having to find a room connected to Hop Pop's just to get one of her own. While I do think Hop Pop went a little overboard (I mean come on, Polly sleeps in her own room at home, and unlike the haunted forest, the inn didn't seem to present any danger at the time), it was a good way to drive the point home that Polly is kind of getting gypped here.

The whole chase and cannibal scene. It did take me by surprise when I first watched it, but now I realize just how much it was foreshadowed and it no longer does.

All those snails. Those poor, poor snails who lost their families. This is the only part of the episode that's seriously depressing. But now they are free again, which is nice for them.

And the best part is when Anne, not being content with just leaving the frogs that were about to eat them, went the extra mile and blew them up.

(Also, it feels strange that Teddy not only knew that baking soda + vinegar = explosion, but also left out large barrels of both, with spigots that allowed the contents to be poured out onto the floor next to each other, even though he had that knowledge)

Just a wonderful episode all around.