#idk what i did to deserve such a lovely community

[blitzwhore]

I really really hope we get to see how Blitz and Millie met.

She's always so lenient with him when he oversteps her and Moxxie's boundaries, always so chill around Blitz no matter how unhinged he gets. And the more I rewatch the show, the more I feel like the reason she's so chill might be she knows things about Blitz the others (and maybe even we the audience) don't.

It makes sense that the way they met affects how she sees him, too, because we already know how the way Moxxie and Loona met Blitz impacted their relationships. Moxxie was at his lowest point in life, with no friends, family or partner he could trust; a victim of abuse and a member of a mafia he knew nobody outside of. And in prison, on top of it all. And just when he was about to give into despair, Blitz showed him sympathy and took him under his wing. So now, even though they bicker and get on each other's nerves, Moxxie does show that he appreciates Blitz (for example, in Truth Seekers after their bad trips). The same is true for Loona, who everyone had given up on, but who Blitz took in as well. Even if she complains about his displays of affection, she constantly gives him small smiles and softens around him, and takes care of him, like after Bee's party.

From what we know, Millie had a pretty good family life before she joined IMP. Unlike the rest of the IMP crew, she doesn't seem to have a horribly traumatic past. So, while there could be more that we don't know, it doesn't seem likely that her appreciation toward Blitz comes from him taking her under his wing when she was at a low point, the way he did Loona and Moxxie.

So I can't help but wonder if the opposite could be true. If maybe she met Blitz at a low point in his life—low enough that he couldn't keep his facade around her. There are theories going around that Millie could've been Loona's babysitter (the one Blitz mentions when he meets Moxxie). I don't know if it'll turn out that way, but I do like the mental image of Millie meeting Blitz at the very beginning of his parenting journey, desperate to fight for the humanity and the well-being of this extremely violent and unhinged 18-year-old girl. Desperate enough to hire a babysitter for an 18-year-old. I wonder if, maybe, one of the first things Millie learned about Blitz was just how desperately he wanted to be the adult role model and caregiver that Loona needed. I wonder if she saw him taking Loona's violence over and over, and still not giving up on her; not just that, but giving Loona the only bedroom in his flat and sleeping on the sofa every night just so she could have her space to decompress and feel safe. I wonder if, at some point, Blitz broke down and told Millie how scared he was of being a bad dad, or of Loona deserving someone better than him.

I just love the idea of Millie being this completely chill and functional young adult, and Blitz being this struggling 30-year-old dude who clearly cares so deeply and feels so inadequate that his whole life is a massive trainwreck.

So now, whenever Millie witnesses Blitz being overbearing and obnoxious and over-the-top, she immediately recognises it as an act, and understands that it's his way of communicating appreciation and seeking connection, which he can't do in other ways because he doesn't think he deserves those things.

Idk man. I just hope we get to see more of Blitz and Millie. I just think their interactions are neat.

#helluva boss #helluva boss meta #helluva boss millie #millie helluva boss #blitz helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #loona helluva boss #helluva boss loona #moxxie helluva boss #helluva boss moxxie

[diazfox]

https://www.tumblr.com/diazfox/747945105989779456/lets-all-be-honest-the-fandom-doesnt-care-about

It’s interesting this anon seems to be confused how buck Tommy people are being told they are fetishizing things, because all I keep seeing is Buck Tommy endgamers posting how hot they are. How they want to see them kiss over and over and over. How they keep going and watching the one kiss they did have for the 40th time in a row. Or I see them ranting and raving how Tommy’s so nice and patient with Buck. (which that’s called being a decent human being??) but I’d like to know what they considering his behavior when he made a very pointed comment about closets in front of Eddie and Marisol? Knowing full well Buck wasn’t out to anyone? Or when he just got in an Uber and left Buck there without communicating fully? And never actually apologized to him for it? Just a I didn’t want you to feel pressured. Which again A) communicate that before leaving him in front of a restaurant, and B) How was any of his reaction meant to not make him feel pressured. And not to excuse Buck because his reaction was not good at all during that date but ✨he apologized✨

But the people on the buddie side are posting how they want buddie, the relationship they have seen for 6 years be built from the ground up, the way their foundation has been solidified, the way they are each others best friend, their person, the way they love each other, the way they co parent Chris, the way they are there for each other like no one else, the way it’s been nurtured, the people who want this and to not just settle, because that’s exactly what it would be. Oh we got bi Buck confirmed let’s just settle for the first random person he comes across. Which is insane to me that people are actually ok with. Like He’s been on 1 bad date with Tommy. He’s kissed him once. And he’s known him for, per the show, 2 weeks. 2 weeks vs 6 years of blood, sweat, tears, love, vulnerability, emotional connection, chemistry, family building, trust.

this ate anon, thank you!

the 2 weeks vs 6 years really helps to put things into perspective and i'm glad people like u can see where i'm coming from instead of just screaming at me that i'm being insecure about my ship (what? are we 10 year olds?) and/or being a bucktommy hater and not letting people enjoy things (idk how many more times i'm gonna have to repeat that i hope nothing but the best for bucktommy)

i 100% support the bi rep and everything bucktommy bc its fucking adorable and buck deserves to be pursued, to be flustered and be on the receiving end instead of giving all the time. but let's keep our eye on the ball please? let's not settle for something just bc it's canon or bc it's enough. let's take a moment to reflect deeply about why we want to give so much support to a ship we've known for a grand total of 4 episodes and want an endgame for them when we barely know tommy (and a good part of what we know is alr quite controversial to begin with.)

#911 #911 on abc #evan buckley #buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #911 season 7 #bucktommy #tommy kinard

[antiqua-lugar]

I think that what is bothering me the most about Gale's Waterdeep VS Baldur's Gate romance epilogue is that I am an immigrant born of immigrants, most of my friends are immigrants, I just turned thirty, the idea that two grown ass men can't have an actual conversation about where to live is insane to me.

Like yeah, it's a game mechanic, that's what headcanons and fanfictions are for, blah blah blah but like. Besties. The whole game establishes that Waterdeep deeply matters to Gale and Baldur's Gate can deeply matter to your PC as a Baldurian.

So why are we half assing this very important life decision based on what I said five minutes after fighting a netherbrain as one of my best friends run away in the shadow, the other flew away on a dragon to save her people, two other just went to Hell and I barely recovered emotionally from my boyfriend insisting he should blow himself up. Also did I mention we just fought a netherbrain and then we fell from the fucking sky.

#antiqua plays bg3 #like I know some of it is gale being gale where he is like truly you love me like no other but deep down I still believe I don't deserve yo #so I don't wanna risk it #but like he did previous to patch 5 #like i know there are things the game can't account for issues like the fact that apparently waterdeep has like zero tieflings #and if there is anything this game has thaught me is that community is important especially because tieflings' lives suck even in bg #but they tie his baldur's gate ending specifically to you saying that you wanna rebuild baldur's gate and then six months #then six months later gale has single handledy fixed all the upper city and he even made it better #so like just throw a line in about how once recostruction is mostly done they can just move to waterdeep #like if you want to make where to live such a big deal to a character then keep it consistent #idk #ugh #i think this is just nitpicky because this line of thinking is insane to me #like I googled it it's 800km between waterdeep and baldur's gate #that's. that's doable. #like #this annoys me so much and it's very nitpicky but it is very annoying #like his baldurian ending is still sweet and connects to some other aspects of gale as a charcter #but I am still like. #also apparently that ending counts as an adventurer ending...? girl what adventures #it's all refugee work and reconstruction #yeah I had this great adventure of getting corpses out of rubbles and round up some brand new orphans #oh boy was that fun

[bigdumbbambieyes]

🥹🤍🥹🤍🥹🤍 you are so so sweet ugh!! big hug for you guin!!

#idk what i did to deserve this love but i am so very thankful for it 🥺🤍 #guin you are such a bright shining star in this community #wishing you the best always 🥹🤍 #thanks for asking 🤍

[warmspice]

3.? If you want

x Do you really think there is somebody for everybody?

mmmm kind of yes? I think there could potentially be? I don't believe in soulmates or anything like that but if I've learned one thing on the internet it's that many people have a large variety of tastes and there's honestly probably someone out there who will like you and the things that you do. Like statistically, there are so many people in the world that a person would be able to find people who are like them, or who like them for who they are.

#answered #anon #but like caveat is that they might not be 'in your area' #i think thats why like. internet communities are soooo important for some people. their worlds are so small that they cant find people who #are like them so that makes them feel abnormal or different or unlovable but like. your people exist but they just might not be .... as #visible.. or reachable. #ANOTHER thing tho is also like. intention. I think that a lot more relationships truly can flourish through just perseverance and #effort to keep up. even if its one sided sometimes LOL #some of my best friendships did not start with an instant connection. they were awkward and weary but overtime grew into something really #beautiful. so..... some things take time and effort is something i also think about all the time. #when sav said love is making a choice over and over again. yeah. #but in the end these things have to be mutual . just that sometimes they can grow into mutuality...? #idk if this makes sense but yeah those are my feelings :) #and the somebody i guess also doesnt have to be romantic. I think having a community or people who just really care about you.... that's #what its all about...! #Idk I have so many thoughts on this question in particular but also like andksbsidbsj ouagh #Genuinely believe everyone is inherently lovable and deserving of love btw

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Someone help me out here please

I work at a summer camp, and at this camp we tell a legend at the end of every week, a fantastical story about the origins of camp. A very fun, very important part of camp. The story means a fuckton to me and a lot of people.

A part of why it means a fuckton to me is because a woman I used to be very close with used to tell the story, and then she passed it on to me to tell.

It's a long sad story about why we're not close, but the important thing to note is, we can't talk to each other. At all. And we agreed not to pass messages through other people or anything cuz it just really hurts.

Back to the story. It's oral tradition, but I decided I wanted to collect transcripts from as many of the storytellers as I can and put them all together to help preserve it, as it's so important to camp and many people. Part of the reason I started was because that old friend of mine gave me a transcript of the story. It means a lot to me because of her, I started this important project because of her, she's a big part of it even though she doesn't know it.

Soon I'm going to send the various transcripts I've collected to the people that have helped me. Everyone that's given me a story will receive the entire set I've collected and have access to it forever and ever, to see the new stories and watch the history grow. I think it'll be really super fucking cool.

The thing is. I believe that old friend deserves to have access to it all too. After all, she was such a big part of it. However, according to the promise that we made, I can't contact her either directly or indirectly. So I don't think I can just email her the transcripts with everyone else or give it to someone to pass on to her. Right?

I'm torn because:

She deserves to have this part of camp history because I know how important it is to her and how much she would love to see it grow. She really loves the story and she helped so much with the project, even if she doesn't know it. But she deserves to know it and it doesn't feel right to leave her out of this.

BUT at the beginning of the whole document I'm going to write a quick preface explaining the project and thanking those that have helped and etc. I have to thank her in that, everyone that gains access to the document should know how much she impacted it. But if she reads that from me, it might be too much. If I just sent her the stories, maybe, maybe that might be okay. But the foreword has to be included and she has to be included in it, but we agreed not to contact each other and her seeing that foreword might break the promise, if sending the document doesn't. Just sending the document would probably even break it.

She deserves to have it, but she doesn't deserve to have her trust in me broken, and I'm afraid that she'll be hurt by being left out, but also she might be hurt if I send it.

I texted my best friend, who's friends with both of us, and he said that I should just send it. But the is a really big, important thing that I could easily fuck up if I'm not careful. Do I play it safe and not send it, leaving her out even though I know that's not fair to her? Or do I take a risk and send it, even though it might hurt her?

#only two people know about why we cant talk #and thats my best friend and my girlfriend #both of them are friends with us both and theyve requested to be left out of any communication or problems between us #i only asked my best friend because he helps me think rationally and hes okay with smaller questions like that #but he wouldnt reach out to her to kind of get a feel for how she'd feel or anything. neither would my gf #and i fully understand and respect that #my best friend said he thinks i should just send it but idk if hes right #that old friend and i... theres a small possibility that eventually we could be friends again #if i dont fuck it up before then #but i honestly dont know what to do right now. i think either way i could fuck it up #this project has been such a source of happiness for me and finally i get to share it with people that have the same passion for it #but i remember through the entire process #i kept wishing that she couldve been there helping me #i knew she wouldve loved it and been so good at it and helpful #this couldve been ours. it made sense for it to be ours. it should have been ours #im so proud of what i did. and she helped. she doesnt know it but she helped so much #without her this wouldnt have happened #she deserves to know that. but im so afraid of what could happen #if i send it theres no going back. and maybe she wont consider it communication and she'll just appreciate it #or maybe she'll see it as disrespectful and there goes all possibility of us ever having a relationship again #but maybe she'll see it as disrespectful if i dont share it or give her credit. and she deserves credit. she deserves to see this #but i honestly have no idea one way or the other. what's the right answer? what do i do? #if y'all have some insight please lmk #i cant think rationally rn and i can't really talk to my best friend or gf about it #i was so excited until i realized i have to make this decision and now i have the anxiety shakes #im still excited. but also terrified. and shaking #help please

[flugame-mp3]

SEASON NINE FINALE WAS WILD. I HAVE MANY MANY THOUGHTS. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. A FUCKING ROLLER COASTER FOR SURE

#theo.txt #I DID NOT REALIZE DEMON DEAN WAS NOW #DESPITE KNOWING THAT YEAH HE LOOKS ABOUT THAT AGE OR WHATEVER IN THE SCREENCAPS IVE SEEN #WHEN I TELL YOU I CHEERED AT THE END WHEN I REALIZED WHAT WAS GOING ON!!!!! i love crowley pulling some bullshit at the last minute. classi #king of hell shit #and in the end scene where it's just mark sheppard's stellar monologue and the EYELID NOISE... chefs kiss that got me so hyped for s10 #i do think this finale got me really interested to see what s10 brings generally #AND DOESNT ROWENA SHOW UP THIS SEASON?? WE LOVE TO SEE IT IM EXCITED #rip gadreel though he was an interesting character. sad he had to die just to prove a point and blow up a cell. but a fitting end ig?? :( #i also loved cas's plan at the end though with the angel radio thing. get his ass lol #but also god i felt so bad for him. can the narrative give him a fucking break. he is trying his god damn best #the curse of free will and the curse of loving. painful but you do it anyway. castiel when i get my hands on you #also if i am not mistaken... the shot parallels to sams first death with deans death... we cry #IS SAM JUST GONNA BE ALL ALONE NOW?? I ASSUME CROWLEY TAKES DEAN WITH HIM? #OH NO 😭😭😭 SAM BABY IM SO SORRY #not that he doesnt always have a rough time but he has a particularly excruciating season. someone give this man a hug #i feel for him very deeply #'i lied' 'ain't that a bitch?' got me. i hate them. SOOOO brothers. #anyway #AAAAAAAAUGH #also why was metatron the worlds number one destiel shipper at the end of the season here im DEAD. MULTIPLE pieces of dialogue hes like 'yo #did it all for HUMANITY... for your ONE HUMAN of CHOICE... the HUMAN who motivates you...' JUST CALL HIM A SLUR WHY DONT YOU #im dead #idk what the general community thoughts are on that episode but i did enjoy it. wild fucking ride from start to finish #s9 wasnt my favorite and definitely did not hook me in the second quarter for some reason. def was not as compelling as like s7 for me but #the points that i liked i really enjoyed #loved sam resorting to summoning crowley. he wants his ass dead SO bad. i think sam deserves the world after the shit he was put through #this season #anyway overall. i am gnawing on the walls and pacing around my room at incredible speeds. what is UP with this show. #man.

[patheticgf]

substance abuse but the substance is my gf

#i think the main reason i think he deserves better is how fucking inconsistent i am with everything. #my opinion or feelings on something can literally change within minutes #half the shit i post about what i think or what i need or how i feel is literally not even true. #it might be in the moment but even then it's so fucking distorted im trying to make sense of what im feeling #and then end up interpreting it all wrong #cuz yeah i have to try and INTERPRET and fucking decipher what im feeling. for myself. #so that /i/ can try and understand it. bc i fucking dont #so yeah. he deserves someone who can consistently treat him the way he deserves to be treated. #it's not fair. because he does everything in his power to support me and make me feel loved #and i cant even fucking do that right. it just makes me hate myself every time he does something nice #does he know i appreciate it? i don't know. can i open my mouth to say that half the time? ofc not im fucking useless. #and we missed communication that sunday bc i didn't want to explain why i cried #and then i was planning on making up for it on friday bc i have some stuff i wanted to talk about but ofc that couldn't happen #and then genuinely forgot again when he came over bc so much happened 💀 #idk i hate that we have so many things that are me focused. it makes me not wanna do it #and also i feel like he likes focusing on me to avoid his feelings at all costs bc hes stupid #and also bc he has never processed a single emotion in his entire life #like i know it's scary. but im trying. kinda #idk how successful any of it is but im coming up with potential solutions for my emotional constipation #idk man. i just wish i could come up with this stuff for him but i dont kmow #we did boundries which was good #i got nothing else though. i keep a crying log but wtf log could he keep?? sh??? #LISTEN. 💀 IDK MAN. #maybe he could make an equivalent of the other doc i made #i don't wanna be pushy though. i feel like i keep doing that #whatever. #☾

[aceofpatience]

🤍Love Messages from your soulmate🤍<- Pick-a-Pile reading

Hello, my little oysters!🐚

If you wish to know what your soulmate would like to say to you, you are in the right place 🍪. I will be channeling their energy, looking into their love language and seeing what they love the most about you, as well as any extra messages that might come through. If anything resonates, please leave me a comment below. It will bring me much more joy than any chocolate bar can (so you know it's serious). Hope you enjoy! Shall we SEA?🍫

Pile 1. -> The Tower

Your soulmate energy: Duality, twins. Your person chooses the hard way. They are the savior, rather in the shadows. Even though you are destined for each other, they still want to be the best option for you. If they have the inclination that you could be more secure by yourself, they would step back and love you from afar. They have strong energy, kinda stubborn - when they set their mind on something they see it to completion. And that’s how they feel about you. No doubt in their mind that they want you. For you they are the noble knight, but for your enemies? Not so much.

Their love language: Communication. A lot compliments. They just expres their feeling for you openly. You can see on their face how much they adore you. Quality time - always ready to choose you over other things. Providing space for you. Neck kisses. Playing your body like an instrument (love to hear you moans, being vocal). Playing with your hair.

What they adore about you: Your quirks. They really appreciates how you two perfectly completes each other in terms of who is the more dominant or submissive partner (quite effortlessly) - it can shift from time to time. They love that they can see themselves starting a family with you. Also your hair, figure, curves (whenever you have them or not).

The messages: They want to say A LOT to you. Very prominent throat chakra. They really want to protect you, take care of you and your needs, again knight vibes. Classical provider. „Even if right now I cannot take care of you, I will, when it’s time and nurture you. You, my love, deserve the best and I have to make sure I can give you exactly that, nothing less.” It’s all or nothing for them. Even if they are away from you, it’s in order to create a safe environment for you. „For now, I’m in the shadows, waiting for you to call for me.” They are so devoted to you, they want to eliminate any danger in your life. „I just need you to choose me, my dear.” -> It’s almost like you have someone else in your mind right now. It’s your call who you will choose.

Pile 2. -> The Death

Your soulmate energy: Intense, captivating gaze. They are alone right now. I see them sitting by themselves by the water, calmly smirking (??? Idk, dude). But the big change is incoming - the water turns it’s color. Longing in their heart. I think when you finally come together (lol), you will quickly commit. And it’s gonna heal them, with you they will be given a whole package (the family for example).

Their love language: Snake. Teasing. They love pulling you close to the edge (both sexually and not) and than withdrawing, keeping you on your toes. Might be into begging (big on oral sex). They observe you VERY closely but you might not even notice to what extend. It’s like out of the blue they bring you some gift you always wanted, but never told them about. And you like „How did you know???” And they just *smirk*. And they are kinda controlling, but let me explain! They give you the space to make your own decisions, but it’s like they knew from the begging what you will chose. Cos they know you.

What they adore about you: Equally pulling forces. They love you both are able to keep up with the other’s pace. It’s not about what they adore ABOUT you, they simply love how you are inside (It wasn’t supposed to be that dirty lol) - I mean your SOUL. To them you are strong and stubborn and invincible in your ways of being. You have so many faces and they love them all. Im getting the feeling you both knew each other in the past lives (one tribe energy). And you legs - they find them hot for sure.

The messages: Sleeping beauty vibes. „I know you’re sleeping now, *insert nickname*, but I will get to you as soon as I can, I promise. And I will bring some nice gifts.” *Winking.* Very cheeky energy, very flirty. I feel they might be using some corny nicknames for you, first as a joke to poke you, but you will (secretly) learn to love them. „I’m on my way to you, you are my most important MISSION. Wait for me, trust this connection. Don’t stres about it, darling.” They love your face, to them you are unbelievably beautiful, kind of like a fairytale princess/prince.

Pile 3. -> The Magician

Your soulmate energy: Powerful. Determined. Sooo smug. „Rich boy” vibes. I feel like they grew up in a very wealthy environment, surrounded by people who sometimes were ready to fulfill their every need as a child without any questions. But even though everything is going great for them, they are seekers, constantly chasing after something. When they want something they go after it, they love to chase. They appear more put-together and serious to the outside world but you see their more chaotic and emotional, even mischievous side.

Their love language: Even in relationship they will still act as if they want to win you over, still putting in the effort. They are your biggest supporter, they see the sides of you you don’t like and put them into the light, turning them into art. In this relationship you will reach your full potential.

What they adore about you: Your intellect. And maybe your more rational side. It’s like you’re the only one that gives it to them straight. Your harsher words might turn them on.  As a child they may have been coddled a lot and they love your honest approach, even if  it can be rough. They like to bargain and negotiate with you, even about small things. Your fight might evolve into something more steamy… heh. I feel you might have a lot of inside jokes.

The messages: „You’re so special.” They love the feeling of being in love with you. Being alone with you brings them emotional fulfillment. „I see how you have become more indhpentd and I’m so proud with you. You’re my queen and I can’t wait to find this solitude and peace with you.” Even when you are fighting they feel at peace. And again - kinda SMUG. Maybe for some of you - this connection may have started as a hookup that led them to the need to win you over just for satisfaction of winning AND THEN they actually feel in love. There is no doubt in their mind that they want you, they will reach you and claim you. hEH.

Pile 4. -> The Moon

Your soulmate energy: Solitude. Mysterious. Rich spiritual world. They might get cold feet when they think about you (more literally than metaphorically lol). Your connection is guarded form above (Angel protectors squad). They are very patient and mature individuals. They are not very verbal about their emotions, but it’s not like they are neglecting them, they ale calmly staying by your side.

Their love language: No grand dramatic gestures of love, but you will find yourself in this warm and beautiful atmosphere created by them. They are great listeners, offering you support and showing their care through simple everyday actions. You will feel seen, never neglected or alone.

What they adore about you: A LOT. Words aren’t their strongest suit, but their love for you is true. They love your youthful, enthusiastic or a bit overconfident energy. Compared to them you seem as a big ball of sunshine. They love emotions and especially how you express them. The joyful part of you make them come out of their shell. They love your body, I think they are actually quite kinky lol. It’s like they seem reserved, maybe innocent, but then this demon comes out to play. 

The messages: They want to take care of you, every day make sure you’re okay. If you will be apart they for sure will be texting you every second, checking up on you (gif and emojis). A little mermaid (without a voice!) „You are a completely new creature to me, but you’re my dream come true. I want to be a part of your world.” They leave their comfort zone for you, and even though it scares them, it’s SO worth it. Im getting that they have so many warm feelings about you, that it’s hard for them to put them into words.

#tarot #pick a card tarot #pick a card #love reading #tarot reading #tarot witch #pick a reading #love #pac reading #pac tarot #love messages #18+ content #18+ tarot #spotify #intuitive

[dilfl0v3rss]

https://twitter.com/bestpornclipsx/status/1660915013479964674?s=46

what would have had to happen for y/n to be in this situation with ony

hmmmm idk

sikeeee!! i always know😛 link

“got some nerve…coming up in there like you ain’t got no sense” his voice deeply touched your ears as he spoke. your ass was hot from the many times he’s struck it. pussy being pounded into oblivion from the back. it was almost certain you were going to be sore and bedridden in the morning. all because you let jealousy cloud your judgment.

“ma i just told you, been telling you the whole ride home, i don’t know that girl” you rolled your eyes at him, not caring about the irritated look your boyfriend was giving you. “you mean to tell me this bitch knows your name, mom’s name, and has your number in her contacts, and you never fucked wit her? boy get the fuck outta here wit that!” you pointed your long acrylic nail in his face as you spoke. getting up close and personal to show him that you weren’t playing.

ony took a deep breath before replying. crossing his big arms across his chest to keep himself from just snatching you up right there. “first of all…watch your mouth. second, i need you to put that big girl brain to good use and think.” you rolled your eyes as he continued to to break down your assumptions. “no cocky shit, but i’m probably the most known nigga on this campus and you know that. so of course people gon know my name. as for my number, i can’t stop girls from asking around for it. she prolly got it from someone on the team and i’ll check em for that. and you can check my phone to clarify ‘cause ain’t no female in there but my momma and you.”

your face began to soften as his excuses were starting to make sense, an apology already on the tip of your tongue as he continued. “as far as knowing momma’s name, you gotta be smarter than that princess. after every game what i say to the camera?” your eyes revert to the floor, guilt clouding your mind as you start to feel bad for how you were acting. ony softly cooed at you, inked fingers tilting your chin up so he can look into your eyes. “tell me ma” you sighed deeply, taking a long pause before answering his question. “y’say ‘first i wanna give a shout-out to my very first supporters, my parents Abena and Todd Jackson.’ m’sorr-”

“sh sh sh. what else baby?” your eyes instantly began to water as you recited the second part of his speech. “a-and y’said ‘a-also wanna give a big shoutout t-to my beautiful g-girlfriend y/n.’ m’sorry papa i was just so mad and i–” he cut you off again, this time by snatching you up by your throat and bringing your face closer to his. “this is why we communicate ain’t it? to prevent shit like this, but you ain’t do that did you? nahh….you came into the team house yelling and screaming, embarrassing the both of us ‘cause you let your emotions get the best f’you. so now…. ima let mine get the best of me. go in the room and strip.”

it was a matter of minutes before ony had you stripped and screaming in the middle of the bed. dick punishing your insides so good , but you held that need for release with a death grip. “daddyyyy i said m’sorry alreadyyy. p-please let me cumm” you whined, drool dripping from your lips as ony replied with a hard slap on your ass. “no. you ain’t learn yet” he grumbled, angling his hips downward so he can be felt in your stomach. your mouth opened in a silent scream, the feeling too much for you as you tried to inch up the bed.

ony watched you closely, letting you move up just enough so you can take a sigh of relief before yanking you back onto him. “don’t run from me mama. you gettin what you deserve” you let out a loud whine as you felt him begin to hit you deeper than he did before, heavy hand coming down on your ass repeatedly. your ass was definitely going to be sore in the morning. “you love me?” ony asked, stroking you just right to the point where holding your orgasm was almost unbearable. “y-you know i love you daddy”

the next thing you knew, your back was too his chest and ony has his hand tightly around your neck. the brutal pace of his hips slowing to deep strokes. his dick repeatedly hitting the sweetest spots inside of you. there was no way you could hold it in anymore, a quiet whine escaping your lips as your release slowly trickled down your thighs. ony wasn’t far behind, his ropes of cum shot deep into you as he slowed his hips to a stop.

“if you love me then communicate wit me cause now you gon be here all night. turn over.”

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon smut #𝑡𝑤𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 :)

[mylight-png]

Despite the fact that I've understood that Jews aren't really white for a long time, it's been a much more recent perspective shift to understand that I'm not a "white Jew" but rather a white-passing Jew.

Because even though I would express my views on "Jews aren't white" to people, I'd frequently be told I'm wrong, or they'd listen but then in the next conversation simply forget all about it and made it clear they didn't agree or didn't care.

And so, for a very long time, I allowed goyim to define what it means to be Jewish for me.

But would I let anyone tell me who I am in relation to any other identity? Or was I just so conditioned to treat my Jewishness as something for society, not me, to define?

My Jewishness isn't just my religion. Whether or not I keep shabbat, I'm still Jewish. If I cook mac-n-cheese in a pot and then make chicken soup in the same pot, I'm still Jewish. Even if I wear pants and a tank top, I'm still Jewish.

Because being Jewish isn't just being in a religious category. For me, and a majority of Jews (not forgetting about converts, love y'all), being Jewish is in our DNA.

You can take the Jew out of Judaism, but you can't take the Judaism out of the Jew. (It seemed better before I wrote it.)

We are Jewish not because of a religious category, but also an ethnic category. And the world has only very recently decided we are white. But even now, we aren't treated as such.

You know, my perspective shifted due to a conversation about arm hair with my dad and sister.

We were sitting in a restaurant and my sister was wearing a t-shirt, showing her arms. At this point, I still thought of us as "just white" and my "Jews aren't white" views were of the "well I don't get to claim that for myself" (idk why to be honest). This conversation changed everything.

Anyway, my sister was complaining, as middle schoolers do, and mentioned her very fuzzy arms. My dad responded, "Well of course, you're Middle Eastern."

I was shocked.

I knew my parents are from Eastern Europe, and that we don't look Eastern European, and I just thought of myself as "generic white" even though I knew I was 100% ethnically Jewish.

That changed.

I wasn't "generic white" but rather I was a white-passing Jew. I look white, I know that. But I still have some traits that, when taken on their own, aren't typically European at all. They're Middle Eastern.

It was my first time really hearing a Jew define being ethnically Jewish in this way, as opposed to a goy, and it was world-changing.

Finally, I let myself take my feelings about antisemitism seriously.

Do you understand why society forcibly defining all of us as "just white" is so dangerous? It lets people easily dismiss antisemitism. Because we live in a society where "anti-white racism doesn't exist" is accepted as a common fact. (I am offering no opinions on this, only stating it as a societal observation.) So if Jews are white, how can antisemitism exist? How can it really be serious?

That's why we need to define being Jewish ourselves. If we let the world do it, not only does it harm us personally (as it did when I would constantly dismiss my own feelings and gaslight myself into thinking I was making a big deal out of nothing) but it also harms us on the community scale. It's dangerous.

Jews define what it means to be Jewish. Jews define antisemitism. Jews define Judaism.

The world deserves no role in this except to listen and accept it, as they'd be expected to do for any other minority.

Jews aren't white. There are white-passing Jews, sure, but even we deal with antisemitism.

#jumblr #jewish #judaism #jew #proud israeli #israel solidarity #opinion #discourse #antisemitism #jews define judaism #jews define antisemitism

[lemonstars-cat-blog]

ok fuck Starclan we need a bad bitch who thinks she is above the rules and she is RIGHT fuck the rules girlie if you love her you love her go get your fuckin riverclan girlfriend.

Is it weird that I miss Silverstream? I feel like no matter what she doesnt regret a thing and would do it all over again even if it meant she'd die again and again. Shes stubborn as hell and the rules mean nothing to her, the only thing that upsets her is that she wasn't there to raise her kits.

Au shit

ANYWAY i feel like Graystripe should have been more involved in the lives of his TWO VERY CLOSE CHILDHOOD FRIENDS? CHILDREN?? like i get he was gone for a while that's fine he cpuldnt help that but 😭😭😭 idk? before he was lost to the clans, after he got back, hello?? where is he. come on man do something.

(btw this is a mothxleaf au because ummm leaf deserves better than crow and also oooh parallels of riverclan x thunderclan relationship oooooh wow i’m so creative)

SOOO in this AU Gray is much more involved and immediately sees the telltale signs of "ohh ok yeah lol she's sneaking out to meet someone" in Leafpool because HE DID THAT TOO!! He only really stresses to her that she has to be careful, think about what she's doing, dont get in over her head and don't forget her duties to her clan. If he could go back, he'd do so much differently, and he doesn't want Leafpool to go through the same pain he did.

Well after that whole big talk, Silver, who’s still watching over him, overhears some of this (namely where she was mentioned bc she wants all the gossip and backtalk even if it’s about her) and decides like. “oh my god. i have to get involved in this.” so she plays matchmaker a bit, becomes a cool aunt to leafpool

anyway i LOOOOVVEEE LOVE LOVE the idea of Mothwing being wrapped up in starclan’s prophecies with the three because holy SHITTT URGHHRHR LIKE. SHES AN ATHEIST AND STARCLAN CANT EVEN COMMUNICATE W HER BUT SHES STILL A PART OF THE GGRAND PLAN BUT BC SHE DOESNT BELIEVE SHE CANT SEE IT AND ITS SO,. IDK??? ITS COOL IDK

i don’t think starclan as a whole is evil bc i don’t think silver is doing this out of any ill intent if anything it’s breaking down the stupid rules starclan is so keen on enforcing. i feel like gray would big time support leaf and moth once the truth comes out, and silver would support leaf during her starclan trial like “you fuckers wanted those kits born, this literally had to happen bc y’all wanted it to and you’re mad about it???”

OH OH ALSO CINDERPELT!! WOULD BE SO INVOLVED BC EVEN AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS SHE HOLDS GUILT OVER SILVER’S DEATH AND IS TERRIFIED THAT IT WAS ACTUALLY STARCLAN PUNISHING HER THAT CAUSED HER DEATH AND IS SO AFRAID OF LOSING LEAFPOOL TOO

#leafpool #silverstream #warrior cats #digital art #my art #warrior cats au #graystripe #mothpool

[ssvnormandysr-1]

Something I've seen talked about a lot is some people calling Gale abusive, manipulative, or toxic for being occasionally passive aggressive or saying things that seem like guilt tripping. And you know what? Yes, he does get passive aggressive. Yes, he does have some unhealthy communication style. AND these do not necessarily mean he is abusive.

There's a difference between abusive (continued and consistent harmful behaviors to exert control over the other person) and unhealthy (sometimes being passive aggressive, communication not being completely open and free). In fact, if I had to guess, he may not even realize that his behaviors are not healthy. His passive aggressiveness or "guilt tripping", I feel, are reactions to his precious relationship with Mystra. When your attachment figure is high and mighty and do not acknowledge or respond to your needs or is very withdrawn or withhold love/praise unless you do something, people are gonna start to develop strategies to get their needs met - pouting, begging, acquiescing, etc etc - this can manifest as such unhealthy behaviors. Similar to how when children have withdrawn parents, they do all sorts of things ranging from making themselves very endearing or acting out to make them pay attention.

Do I think that this is 100% mystra's fault? Not necessarily. After all, she is a god and probably had lots of other things to care for and one mortal man among many other chosens (and who knows, potentially other lovers) likely wasn't on the highest of her priority list. But that doesn't mean the damage wasn't done. And I still believe that as a god Mystra should've known better than to be involved with a mortal romantically with such huge power differential.

Going back to the original point - such unhealthy strategies can absolutely get better and be changed when you do have a partner who responds to your needs, who is engaged, who doesn't withhold love, because that means you no longer have to survive the way you did before. You no longer have to elicit or win love from your partner because that love is already there. Such corrective emotional experiences can lower the defenses and build up healthy communication and relationship. With Tav, and hopefully other supports in his life, I think Gale can do so, too.

idk lots of people really seem to take just one part of certain characters and make them super evil or absolutely innocent - and they're not. None of the characters are. And that's the whole point especially in Gale's romance - he is a flawed human being, he made and still makes mistakes. And those are what it means to be a mortal, actually, and all parts of him still deserve love and compassion. He can be accepted as he is and still move towards positive changes.

#gale dekarios #Another stream of consciousness #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep

[aaronsinferno]

DOOM PATROL FINALE:

Just finished the series finale and while it’s nothing like how I expected it to end…I’m okay with it.

Larry finally letting go of that fear and self loathing to go and find peace with Rama was a long time coming. Why did they have to turn into an alien chemical sun? Idk. But at least they’re together and happy.

Vic finally found himself and has finally come to terms with who he is. He’s more than just a hero. He’s an influence and will go on to inspire so many people and make way for a better future.

I like how despite everything, Laura is still such a flawed character. They didn’t magically fix her or make her do a complete turnaround. She wants to be good but fears that there’s still something dark inside her making her incapable of being anything other than evil. But it’s nice knowing that she’s going to try. That Rita and the others have made some form of impact on her life.

Speaking of Rita, her death didn’t catch me by surprise. I figured she’s either bounce back last minute or get the boot. And as shitty as her send off was, it was very on brand. I’m just happy she found peace with someone… even if it was Malcolm.

Glad Jane is able to live whatever life she wants now. How she’ll do it in space idk, but at least she’s happy. It does suck that she didn’t end up with Shelly, but I don’t exactly hate her with Casey. Her goodbye with Cliff is what I thought would break me. That or how she painted their first meeting back in season 1. Boy was I wrong.

What hit me the hardest was Cliff. That ending?That fucking ending?!? Jesus christ. Wow. Very fitting that the show begins and ends with him. He finally got to spend his final moments with his daughter and grandson while at the same time not missing any of the pivotal moments in their lives. The good or the bad. A bittersweet send off to a flawed but loving character.

Really gonna miss these characters..

Like it or not, community matters. Surrounding yourself with people who care about you enough to even attempt to understand or support you is important. Find your people.

Also

You’re deserving of love. From others but most importantly from yourself. Love yourself. Always.

#doom patrol finale #doom patrol #doompatroledit #Cliff Steele #crazy jane #larry trainor #rita farr #madame rouge #vic stone #brendan fraser #diane guerrero #april bowlby #joivan wade #matt bomer #Michell Gomez #laura de mille #kay challis #dc #dc comics

[inmyheadimobsessed]

Feels So Good Getting What I Want

pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: you've returned home for the first time in months with news, and for the first time with shuri. you're admittedly nervous, and she's there for moral support, but shuri has a keen way of getting what she wants that may make relaying said news to your parents a tad bit harder.

word count: 6.3k

contains: smut (18+), slight thigh riding, oral (shuri receiving), strap!reader, sub!shuri, softdom!reader, praise!kink, multiple orgasms, needy!shuri, tribbing, aftercare (shuri receiving), coming out scene, fluff

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @awarm-sundaynight

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: soooooo this completely got away from me! this was not the initial fic i was going to post, but i was dying to write sub!shuri smut so here we are. i did tear up just a tad writing this. i am unable to write smut without a fluffy ending idk, i’m not well mentally. shuri deserves to be serviced. shouts out to oomf for the translations. please enjoy <333

translations: wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam - welcome to your home my child, ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata - i missed you mom and dad, cela - please, sthandwa - my love

You smoothed your clammy hands down your sides as you stepped out of the car. Wide brown eyes scanned your childhood home, from the large front door all the way up to the balcony outside your bedroom. Your potted plants looked well taken care of, no doubt your mother’s doing.

Being home rarely came with nerves, seeing your family was not an often occurrence, and you were usually elated to be back. But this time was different, vastly. This time you did not return alone, and this time you returned with news. Your feet were rooted to the ground, refusing to stride up the front steps. You took in the house once again. So many memories wrapped up within those walls.

Growing up, your father instilled the significant role the Mining Tribe played in Wakanda's advancement, he took pride in being a leader in your community, and his pride reflected in you. His teachings were what drew you to Vibranium in the first place, what made you want to study it, and all of its capabilities. Studying science is what drew Shuri to you. She could not resist the presence of another young, gorgeous mind in her lab. Her words.

The images made you smile a bit, reminiscing on the many times your mother had to pry you from his lap in his office. Simpler times. Coming home after many months away unsettled you now though, the idea of speaking to your parents sent your stomach into a frenzy. You were not the same as when you saw them last, instead, you were an improved version of yourself, more confident.

But said confidence seemed to escape you now that you were reaching for it.

“Are you going to stand in that spot like a statue forever?” Shuri's amused tone snuck up behind you, fingers wrapped tightly around both your suitcases.

You huffed a breath. “Maybe if I remain still enough they won't see me.”

“Wamkelekile kokwenu mtanam! My baby!” The door swung open and your mother rushed down the steps.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes at Shuri's snarky comment.

You were in your mother’s embrace before you knew it. She rocked you from side to side and you returned the hug. Your father emerged soon after, followed by your younger sister.

“Oh, how we’ve missed you, my dear.” You hugged your father, then your sister.

“Ndinikhumbhulile mama noTata. I am glad to be back.”

Shuri stood awkwardly behind you watching you greet your family. She refused to interrupt, and you were sort of relieved she hadn't spoken yet. You had a feeling it was her way of helping you prolong the inevitable.

She caught your sister's eyes then, and they widened like saucers. “Um, why is the Queen here?! You know the Queen?!”

Your parents’ attention shifted to Shuri too and she waved shyly. “Hello.”

“Your Majesty, we were not informed you would be arriving. Our apologies.” Your father tried to bow, but Shuri stopped him.

She moved in closer to you, and realization flashed within your sister's eyes. She smirked with a hum and you narrowed your eyes. Your parents, however, were none the wiser.

“Please, call me Shuri. I am only here as a friend to this one here. I hope it is okay that I stay.”

Your mother nodded. “Well of course, but I am sorry our guest room is not prepared.”

“Oh, I'm sure they would not mind sharing a room. All good friends do it, right?” Your sister pointed her loaded question at you and you huffed.

Your mother’s eyes were back on you, then Shuri. “Is this something you are comfortable with your Majesty?”

“Shuri. And yes, it's more than fine.” They nodded and began ushering everyone inside. Your family filed in ahead of you and Shuri, your feet still refusing to move. A sharp pinch to your butt caused you to yelp. Shuri concealed her laughter, feigning confusion as your family turned to see what was going on.

You waved them off with a lame excuse of stubbing your toe on a rock before shooting her Majesty a glare.

“That's sure to get those feet moving.” She hopped up the steps at lightning speed, both bags in one hand, and was through the door in seconds. You were still getting used to that, her newfound agility. Inhaling a deep breath, you finally moved toward the house and stepped into the foyer. You did miss home, a lot.

You missed the smell of your mother’s cooking, her baking, the strong cinnamon scent that clung to all the furniture. You missed it all terribly, and you were delighted to finally be back.

•••

After getting settled in your old room, you made your way downstairs for the tea your mother prepared, where you found Shuri already engaging with your family as though she'd known them most of her life.

You loved that about her. You loved everything that she was, but her ability to make a home in everyone's hearts with zero effort would always be one of your favorite things. Her laugh echoed through the kitchen as she chatted with your father. Your mother served her cookies and she accepted them graciously, biting into one with an exaggerated moan.

She beamed, despite the recent dark clouds looming over her life, Shuri was the sun — forever shining, forever heating your heart in the way only she could. She emerged from the storm not drenched in rain, but sun-kissed and resilient as ever.

You were staring, and you knew it, but you didn't care. Her smile still gave you butterflies. They fluttered inside you, the warm hibiscus tea only making them more excited as it slithered down to your depths.

“If your goal is to out yourself before you are ready, staring at the Queen like that is a sure way to do it.”

Your sister's voice startled you, and you rolled your eyes at her smug smile. “That is not my goal.”

“Well, I was fooled.” She made herself a cup of tea and stood near you behind the counter. “You could not help yourself, could you? You couldn't have fallen for someone regular, it had to be the Queen of our country. How did you manage to pull off the trick of the century, eh?”

Still as nosy as ever, still as rude. You scoffed and she laughed lightly. “You should mind your business.”

“Have you come here to tell them? Is that why you've come home after nine months?”

You sighed. She would not leave you alone, not until she got her answers, so you decided to bite. “I will tell them when I am ready.”

“Or they will figure it out before you get the chance to, with the way you can't seem to keep your eyes off her. Oh big sister, are you in love, truly?” Her eyes twinkled and you knew her interest was genuine.

A silly question really. Was it possible to exist inside of Shuri's world and not love her? “I am.”

Your sister squealed and pulled you in tight, drawing the attention of your parents and Shuri. The moment her eyes were on you, everyone else in the room ceased to exist. It was only the two of you.

“Bast, the two of you lack self-control. But I find it endearing I suppose.” She skipped off to her room after waving shyly at Shuri, having lost all interest in your conversation.

Your father ushered you over to the living room. “Come come, my baby. The Queen tells us you are now head of the design group at her lab, this is true?”

“Unofficially.”

Shuri shook her head, patting her lap for you to sit, and you almost took the bait, until you remembered where you were. You sat next to her on the couch instead and she blushed before speaking. “Officially. I am unable to frequent the lab as I used to now that I am Queen, so most of my responsibilities will fall to you. I will make the official announcement when we return.”

You wanted to kiss her, but you settled on a simple thank you.

“You know this interest in Vibranium started as a child. Always begging to go to the Great Mound with me every day.”

Your mother nodded in agreement. “This is true. These two were inseparable, thick as thieves. I see all of those late-night teachings have paid off.”

Shuri's grin was wide, prideful as she listened to your mother and father gush about your nerdy ways. You could tell she liked them, and they loved her, and it made you happy.

•••

Shuri shifted restlessly next to you. You were attempting to read a book before bed, but her twists and turns were a serious distraction. She'd been like this for the three nights you two spent at your parent’s house so far, and you knew why, you just chose to promptly ignore it.

Your days were usually fine, your sister and Shuri drew quickly to each other, having bonded over their love of teasing you and that younger sister complex they so clearly had. Nights were different. Shuri grew needy, whiny, and you had to suppress your natural instincts to tend to her.

She huffed a whine, pushing her right hand through her curls. “I cannot take this any longer.”

“Are you hot my darling? I can open a window if that would make you feel better.” Eyes never peeled from your book as you spoke. The irritated groan she gave you made you chuckle, and you turned the page.

“Why haven't you touched me? It's been days, I have never gone this long without your touch. Please, I need it now.”

You placed a warm palm on her shoulder and squeezed. “Touch.”

“That is not what I meant.” Shuri pouted and you grinned to yourself.

You licked your lips, turning another page. “What of those years before you knew me, or my touch? What would you do on those restless nights?”

“If you're suggesting I pleasure myself, I assure you, I will do it. I need friction, and if you're unwilling to provide–”

You looked up from your book finally after hearing her threat, eyes hot and scolding. “Oh? Is that what you are prepared to do, sthandwa? By all means...”

“Only if you keep neglecting me. I just crave your hands all over me. I need you.” Her voice was a whisper, alerting you she wasn't quite bold enough to challenge you in that regard.

“My sweet, you know why it has to be this way. I have yet to speak to my parents, haven't told them about us.”

“Your parents are not infants, I’m sure they have already figured it out. Do you often bring Wakandan royalty home with you on your visits? Do you usually sleep in the same bed with them?”

You sighed, acknowledging she was probably right. You’d noticed the way your mother eyed you in the kitchen when you insisted on making Shuri's breakfast for her. She liked it a certain way, and only you knew how to prepare it. You peeped how she nudged your father as you placed the plate before her, squeezing her fingers and fighting the urge to kiss them, and the tattoos decorating them.

“They believe we are just friends. Nothing else as of right now, and I don't want to risk them finding out we are more when they hear your screams of my name. I have an image to maintain in their minds, you know?”

Shuri sat up near the headboard and turned to face you, gasping dramatically. “I will not apologize for enjoying myself when we are intimate. If I’m loud, it is only because you're doing a fantastic job and I want you to know that. You want to remain innocent in their minds, but we both know you are nothing of the sort.”

“And that is precisely why me touching you right now is a terrible idea.”

“I can be good, I promise. I just need to feel you.” Shuri pried the book from your hands, plopping it on the nightstand before straddling your lap. You were adamant about denying her, but your treacherous body gave in the moment her lips found your neck, melting under the feeling.

She rocked her hips against your thigh and you could already feel how damp her crotch was through her briefs.

“Shuri…” You breathed out when her teeth grazed your nipples through your thin sleep shirt.

“I need you, my love. Please.” Her rhythm of humping your leg was picking up and so were her small cries. The idea of her getting off just by rubbing against you had you soaked. Your hands were still at your sides, and it was growing harder to resist placing them on her hips to guide her.

Shuri threw her head back with a moan and you watched her work in complete adoration. “I'm so wet for you my love, want you to taste me.”

“You can't say things like that, Shuri. My restraint can only last so long.” You moaned lowly with her, your arousal intensifying at the sight of her actions.

“Stop resisting me. Please me.”

You let out a long groan. “My parents are in the other room. I can't–”

“Please? I need you, only you.” Words she knew would drive you up a wall. You pulled her in by her throat, crashing your lips to hers. Shuri giggled into the kiss, knowing she would win, she always did. Wet mouths devoured each other, peppering hot pecks along necks and jawlines.

Your hands gripped her hips, helping her rhythm, steadying her, your lips still on hers.

“Lay back for me my dear.” Shuri followed your instructions in excitement. She always took pride in getting you to do bad things. You hovered above her, connecting your lips sloppily whilst sliding her boxers down.

The second your fingers pressed onto her clit, she screeched. She was wetter than you'd ever felt and you couldn't fight your desire to taste her. “You said you would be good.”

You spoke your words before dipping your two Shuri-coated fingers into your mouth. She watched, eyes wide, nibbling on her bottom lip, as you tasted her.

“I'm sorry. I'm only excited, I will be better.” Shuri pulled her shirt off and spread her legs, inviting you all the way in, and who were you to deny yourself? Overindulging in her was an acquired skill. Your lips met her neck, biting a little, and she whimpered.

“Do that again.” A shameless request, and you obliged, pulling her skin between your teeth. She hissed at the pain, and you smiled into the action. Your tongue licked the indent you made before placing a gentle kiss there.

Moving further down her figure, you pulled her right nipple into your mouth and tweaked the left, then switched, giving them both equal attention. She gasped, too loud for your liking and you glared at her.

“Shuri.” Her name on your lips was scolding enough, and she apologized once again. You returned your mouth to her nipples and she allowed herself soft, short breaths. She was a mess, and you’d barely begun.

You pecked your way down her stomach, nibbling on her abs and she purred. Soft sucks on her waist were sure to leave bruises. Finally, you reached the place where you knew she needed you most. A glorious sight, Shuri's pussy was the prettiest thing, and was high up on your list of favorite things about her.

“Is all of this for me?” You glanced at her glistening folds, running your middle finger through her pool, then back to her eyes and she nodded. You pressed a kiss to her drenched clit before beginning a light suck, wanting to test her promise. All she gave you was a quiet whine and you smiled. Your mouth worked her soft bud and you brought your fingers into the mix, slipping them inside her without effort.

Moaning at the way her heat responded to your touch was an immediate reaction as you ate her out. Her wetness was a taste you could never grow tired of.

The acts of slurping her clit and finger fucking her hole had her thrashing about. “Yes! Yes! Oh, right there!”

It was too much for her, you knew that, but you also needed her to behave. You pulled your fingers from inside her and licked her clit one last time before climbing back up her body. “My love, I do not enjoy being disobeyed.”

“Feels too good.” Her lids were stamped shut as she pulled her nipples.

You rolled your eyes in defeat and stood, sliding your lacy panties down to your ankles before stepping out of them. They were balled inside your fist before you returned to the bed. “Open.”

She did as you asked and you shoved the fabric into her pretty little mouth. “I would advise you to breathe through your nose darling.”

Your hungry lips were back on her cunt again, devouring every inch of her saturated folds. Your tongue darted in and out of her hole and she clenched around it, back spiking off the bed. Shuri’s swollen clit twitched under your pruned thumb and the sloshing only increased. Not once did her moans elevate above a desperate hum.

You were enjoying yourself, reveling in the taste of her juices splashed all over your face. You lapped every drop up and she wiggled, grinding harder into your mouth and tongue.

Three fingers pumped her and Shuri shot up instantly. She peered down at you between her thighs through hooded eyes as you fucked and sucked her, nodding her head in approval. She looked so sexy with your panties sticking out her mouth, chest heaving, and covered in sweat. It was nearly enough to send you all the way over untouched.

“Am I the only person to ever make you feel this good, my Queen?”

Her fingers locked in your tight coils, guiding your head up and down her wet cunt. “Mhmm.”

Nimble digits stretched her leaking entrance, slow at first, then your pace accelerated. Your eyes trained on her barely open ones, and you knew.

You spanked her pussy lips with your free hand, daring her to make a sound. Pride filled you when she continued her hums, eyes rolling all the way back in her head. “Come for me, do it for me, baby. In my mouth.”

She grunted in the back of her throat, grabbing your head and grinding her sensitive nub firm against your tongue. Shuri's head flew backward, her breathing picking up, and she trapped your head in between her shaking thighs. Her hold was tighter than ever, and you could barely breathe.

The strength of the Black Panther was a force to be reckoned with, still, you would be happy to be rendered unconscious by her power. You were growing to love it, got off on it even.

Shuri came with a long gurgle, and her squeeze loosened. You gasped for air, fingers still deep inside her, soaking up her intense clench. "I'm so proud of my perfect girl."

She fell back into the pillows and you went up to join her, lips dripping with her cum. You took one last look at her stuffed cheeks and smiled before removing your undergarments.

“Are you satisfied now my dear? Have I touched you enough?”

She shook her head, barely maintaining her grin as her orgasm swam within her system and coursed through her veins. “More. Need more.”

“More? More of what, my sweet?” You were not at all surprised by her response. Once you gave Shuri a taste of anything, she would always want more, her amplified stamina only made the hunger ten times worse.

Your back was against the headboard, and she sat up to face you. Shuri reached to tug your top off and you let her, eyes lighting up at the sight of your round breasts and hard nipples. She massaged them with both hands, a smirk dangling from her mouth.

You let out a deep sigh when her thumb flicked your sensitive nipples. She knew the slightest contact was enough to have your head swimming. “This is not about me. Tell me what you would like more of, Shuri.”

“More of you on me.”

You licked your lips, needing to taste her cum once more. You knew what she was asking for, and you were fully prepared to protest, then she put your boob in her mouth, tongue swirling ferociously, and all thoughts of saying no evaporated from your mind.

“Okay.”

She clapped her hands, already getting into position. Shuri was on her back again, pulling her ankles all the way back near her ears, and wiggling her toes. Fuck. She was showing off, and you loved every second of it. Her flexibility was such a turn on and it increased the thumping at your core. Cum still dripped from inside her, running all between her lips and folds, and you longed for another taste.

It was like Shuri read your mind as you watched her dip a digit inside herself, bringing it to her mouth to suck.

A grin plastered on your face when she moaned at her own flavor. “You're beyond filthy, you know that?”

“And you love it.” She giggled, grabbing her leg again.

You mounted her, thighs on either side of the backs of hers. Your clit was on her clit instantly and you both moaned aloud. Reprimanding her was out of the question this time, seeing as you broke the rule also.

“Ready?” Shuri nodded and you moved, sliding your cunt up and down her own. Your eyes were trained on her and how she parted her lips. She let her moans and cries pile in her throat, not wanting to disappoint you. Your clits knocked together angrily with your sinister pace and you were fighting screams of your own.

Your slick mingled with Shuri’s cum from her first orgasm, creating a low, continuous squelch as you rode her. She was losing hold of her shins as her pleasure built up, up, up, and you gripped her feet.

“Mmm, sthandwa, you feel so good against me, getting me wet. You’re being so good and quiet.”

She moved her head up and down needing more praise.

“Doing amazing for me,” You rolled your hips into hers intensely, the pressure of being clit to clit already tugging on your orgasm. “What a good girl, allowing me to make you feel so good. You're perfect.”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” Shuri bucked up into you, amplifying the sensation you were both feeling, chasing the release you both craved.

Praising her subsided the obscenities threatening to escape you. You felt a little guilty now, forcing her to remain quiet through all of this. She was correct, it did feel too good.

“I'm going to come for you again. Only you can make me come.” She whispered her words and they floated up to your ears sweetly. The bed creaked slightly, but not loud enough to cause concern, so you kept going, gliding your bud against her sore one.

Your pussy leaked onto hers, sloshing and sloshing. Shuri pinched your nipples as you pressed her legs back further, needing a better angle. That pang of pleasure had you reeling.

“F-Faster!” She whisper-shouted and you considered it. Picking up the pace would mean more noise, but you weren't thinking straight, not with Shuri's sopping cunt rubbing against yours. It was a gamble you’d have to be okay with. You did as she suggested, increasing your speed of grinding into her.

You were both close, and you knew there was no way either of you could ride your orgasms out without a sound. You leaned in, muttering to her before kissing her roughly, still maintaining your speedy pace.

“Come with me my darling.” It pushed her over, you too, and you were both coming hard, bliss rocketing through you as you swallowed each other's mewls.

Slippery strings of cum and slick tied your pussies together, and the wonderful squishing was not a thing you wanted to end, but it had to. Dipping your digits into your mess, you let the mixture of your juices dance on your tastebuds, eyes flicking shut. You rolled beside Shuri, body spasming uncontrollably from the immense rush of ecstasy. Heavy breathing filled your ears as Shuri nuzzled into your perspiring frame, shaking just as you were.

“I love you so much.” You kissed her head, and something told you she still wanted more. You were fresh out of reasons to deny her now, having felt the same rush you're sure was driving her. “How else can I make my baby happy?”

“Inside.” She kissed you and it took no time for you to return it.

You glared at her, dumbfounded. “Surely you didn't pack it with your things, Shuri?”

Her grin was conformation enough and you rolled over dramatically. “You are very, very bad. In my parent's home? The home they raised me in? Sthandwa, I don't know about this.”

“I know I can be good, I know it! Please? I won't take long, I promise!”

You agreed, and she shot out of the bed. Amazing, the way she moved like she hadn't just experienced two shattering orgasms. Your single one was still filtering through you and you could barely keep your eyes open, but Shuri was anxious to grab her strap-on from her bag whilst still floating on hers.

When she returned, she acknowledged your exhaustion, so she put it on for you. It didn't take long before the device was on you, and adjusted to your body. Shuri was already sprawled out beside you and you hovered over her.

You slapped the dildo against her slippery pussy, causing her wetness to splash on the insides of her thighs.

The tip teased her tired hole and a tiny whimper darted from her parted lips. You loved that melody. “You have to be quiet my Queen. Don't want to get in trouble with my parents.”

Shuri nodded eagerly, wiggling her hips in attempts to get the toy deeper inside her on her own. This displeased you and you frowned. You leaned forward, tugging her nipples harshly and she winced.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to, understand?”

Shuri stopped her wordless response, giving you one that satisfied. “Yes my love, I will be quiet.”

“And I am not fond of your impatience either. Trust that I will fuck you when I am ready.”

“I'm sorry, I will be good for you.” The softness of her voice made your clit jump. Seeing Shuri this way, desperate and hungry for you, was something you enjoyed entirely too much. You loved hearing her whine, loved seeing her shudder as she succumbed to frustration.

You slid the thick toy through her damp folds slowly, dragging it out for as long as you could. Shuri was gnawing on her bottom lip below you, biting back strings of moans. “Tell me where you want it, my dear.”

She stuttered, sucking in some air to help her speak. “I-Inside. I want you inside of me, deep.”

Her words were all you needed. You scooted up the mattress, back pressed to the headboard, deciding last minute you wanted her in a different position. Shuri caught on to the change in plans immediately, and she was on your lap soon after.

She sank onto the large strap, stretching herself wide with a gasp. She met your eyes, and you reminded her of her promise of silence. You rocked in and out of Shuri’s tight pussy, loosening her up with each hard thrust. Her arms slung around your neck to keep herself upright and you gripped her waist as you fucked up into her.

“How does that feel, my dear?” You did not think it possible that she could get any wetter, but she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier.

All she managed were dumb little babbles. Shuri's nails clawed into your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and your nipples grazed. Holding the power to make her feel everything as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“What did I say?”

“Yes. You make me feel so good, only you.” You smiled then, intensifying your pounding and rocking the bed.

You slammed into her again and again, watching her tits jump, and she humped you back just as fiercely. Her resilience was a wonder. “So greedy, taking me so well.”

You hit her bundle of nerves deep within and she bit down on your shoulder with everything she had. Pain whipped through your body, dancing with your pleasure and the vibrations you felt from her riding you, and you whimpered.

If the tears rolling down Shuri’s face were any indication, it was apparent she was approaching her climax, and stifling her moans was becoming a task of the past.

You kissed her tear-stained cheeks gently as you bucked into her pussy. “It's okay baby, let it out. You're so stunning when you cry for me.”

You no longer cared about keeping her quiet, you only wanted to make the love of your life feel amazing.

Her moans picked up the higher she got, and you reassured her with loud, breathy mewls of your own.

“S-So pretty, and all mine.” You hummed, massaging circles into her clit as you fucked her with intention.

“I'm yours! Only yours!”

Shuri squirted all over the dildo, your crotch, spraying the sheets as she came. Her scream was boisterous, booming, sure to startle birds from their nests. It was long and loud, and it made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her bouncing chest. You kissed the space between her breasts before gently pulling out and laying her down on her side of the bed.

You leapt up and headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth to tidy her up. Shuri was half asleep then, all curled in on herself. “I need to clean you up my darling.”

She hummed when you began: dabbing the insides of her thighs, wiping the remnants of cum from her stomach and her most delicate, flinching a little at the heat before she relaxed into it.

You carried her naked body to the bath that you were running, placing her inside ever so carefully. Suds covered her as you washed her back, her shoulders, and legs, massaging her muscles in the process.

When you finished, you wrapped her in a fluffy green towel and dressed her at your window seat. Fresh boxers and a large t-shirt of her choosing. She laughed when you lathered cocoa butter on her legs and feet, informing you that it tickled.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed the sheets you tucked her in bed, kissing her cheek before climbing in next to her. You wrapped yourself around her and she spooned you tight, tracing her teeth marks on your shoulder. Face pressed to her chest, listening to her breathing even out, you let your eyes flutter shut, and sleep overtook you.

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Dread, and Shuri’s limbs tangled all around you glued you to your bed as you thought of facing your family.

Now that you were coherent, everything wrong with what you and Shuri did the night before flashed through your mind. You did not regret the sex, obviously, but there was regret about doing something like that with your parents and sister doors away.

You were honestly terrified about ever leaving the room. You and Shuri would just have to slip out the window, without a goodbye, forever because you could never look them in the eyes again.

She stirred awake beside you with a smile and kissed your cheek. “Good morning, my everything.”

“No. No good morning. Bad morning, very, very bad morning.”

Shuri laughed, sitting up so she could fully view you and your terror. “Let me guess. Right now your brain is actively concocting some sort of escape plan, in which we flee this room, maybe even the country, so you may never have to face your family again. Am I correct?”

“Your suit! Activate your Black Panther suit and shimmy us out the window, I'm begging!”

Her amusement was truly daunting. Did she not realize your parents would now hate her? “I'm hungry.”

She peered at you through puppy dog eyes and you had no choice but to give in. “Fine. We shall face the music together, as a couple, a unit.”

“The music is what your parents heard coming from within these walls last night.”

You smacked her chest. “Shuri!”

“They heard you scream that too.” You pulled a pillow over your face and groaned.

After your many protests, she finally managed to get you out of the room and down to the kitchen. The silence was heavy, and eerie, as though no one was home, which you knew was not possible.

“We don't know that they heard us, relax, my love.” Her words were not reassuring.

When the two of you rounded the corner, three sets of disturbed eyes found you. “Never mind.”

“Good morning.” There was no response. You decided to ignore it, starting on your and Shuri’s breakfast instead. You brought the food over to where she sat at the kitchen table and she smiled before digging in.

Everyone ate in silence, the sounds of silverware clanging against bowls and plates filling the air. You decided there was no time like the present.

“I am aware that there is a ginormous elephant in the room with us right now, I would like to address it.”

Your sister was the first one to speak. “The two of you disgust me far more than you could ever know, and yet my respect for you has somehow grown.”

Shuri’s laughter was shrill and you shot her a murderous glance. She apologized and went back to her food, but you took note of her sly grin.

“Cela, we do not have to talk about it. I just want to enjoy my breakfast.” The look of disappointment on your mother's face was one you expected, and your father had yet to meet your eyes.

Your gaze was back on Shuri as you squeezed her hand under the table. She shrugged, but you could tell her nerves were buzzing in anticipation of what you would say next.

“There is something you should know about us, about me.”

Your mother sucked her teeth. “I just said I do not want to talk about it.”

“It is not that. I-I am,” Shuri's grip on your hand under the table grew firmer, more encouraging. “I like women. And I am with Shuri.”

“I think we were subjected to finding that out against our will. The entire city has to know also.” Your mother pinched your sister and she shreiked.

You sighed. “The Queen and I are engaged to be married.”

Your father's eyes bolted up as he heard your words, but still, he said nothing.

Shuri cleared her throat beside you, deciding to give you a beat to breathe, aware of how difficult this was for you.

“I am in love with your daughter, and I wish to spend my life with her, have her rule by my side. She is brilliant and beautiful, and perfect. She takes care of me in ways I could never achieve on my own, and there isn't anything I would not do for her. She stood by my side through it all, fought with me, did everything for me. I would like to return all of her efforts by marrying her and loving her until my last days.”

You heard a low gasp come from your sister and she moved swiftly to wipe her tears. “That was beautiful…if you like that sort of thing.”

Your own tears went unnoticed by you, it was Shuri who swatted them away. Your chest was heavy, and you wheezed.

“Say something, please.” Your puffy eyes were on your parents who only looked back and forth between each other.

“We love you. We want only for you to be happy.” Your breath stuttered when your father finally spoke.

You sniffed. “Shuri makes me happy.” You smiled softly at her and she returned it.

“Then this engagement has our blessing. My Queen, take good care of our baby.”

Shuri nodded, bringing your fingers to her lips. “If we are to be family, you must start calling me Shuri.”

“I would just like to let it be known, I knew there was more than just a friendship between you two the moment you arrived. Truly, you did nothing to hide it.”

Your parents agreed with your sister's sentiment, admitting they too suspected something and you gasped. “I told you they knew.”

“Well, we have a wedding to prepare for!” Your mother clapped and everyone cheered.

“My Qu–, Shuri, I do have one request before we begin our planning.”

Shuri straightened. “Anything.”

“You will sleep in the guest room for the duration of your stay. I cannot bear a repeat of last night, not while you are under this roof.”

Shuri flushed at your father's admonishment, feeling the same shame you had been bathing in since you opened your eyes, and you felt no desire to ease it.

“Of-Of course.”

The awkwardness shifted a tad, everyone wrapped up in wedding talk. Your brown eyes found Shuri’s amidst it all, tuning out all of the noise, it was only the two of you — existing only for each other.

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Hey I wondering if you could write (atsv) gwen stacy x reader where y/n was waiting for gwen to return with captain stacy (gwen's dad)

(Can you make it where gwen and y/n are already in a romantic relationship, if that's ok)

a/n : I hope this is okay!! Idk for sure if this is what you asked for, but I definitely hope it was (*_ _)人

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content : hurt/comfort / eventual fluff

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After Peter's passing she had become distant and less communicative. She would ignore your messages for days a time, or act as if she didn't know you in the halls. You'd try to catch her at her locker but it would always end in a, "I'm fine." Or, "I'll talk to you later about it okay." But later never did come.

Your relationship felt one-sided. She didn't mean for it to be that way but she thought if she did speak up about what had really happened all hell would break loose. You would think she's lying and run away from her, or think she had killed him like her father said spiderwoman did.

All you wanted was to be able to sit in the same room with her, and her the same.

Months passed you by as you passed by her apartment. Hoping one day it would be her opening the door instead of her father, "not here." He'd always mumble out softly. Somedays it'd seem like he never had the energy to get up, but he'd always be so calm and patient with you. He'd send you a small empty smile before watching you leave sadly.

You just hoped that she would come back and take you in her arms with a welcoming hug.

You wouldn't want her to have a big apology for kepping you in the dark, or a big bouquet for you. You'd just want her to take her in her comforting arms with a loving kiss to your forehead, telling you that everything was alright.

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Nighttime came and went, your alarm going off as the morning sun shone through your curtains. You shuffled in your bed, turning over to shut your alarm off with a groan. You get up with a strained groan, your throat dry as you smacked your lips.

You walked out your house making your way to her's only expecting the same as every other day. You were slowly losing hope she'd ever come back.

The sound of the elevator buttons rang through the small space, the soft radio music playing as it went up. The doors opened as you made it to her apartment floor. A sigh escaping your lips as you placed one foot after the other outside of the small space. Dragging your feet slightly against the carpeted floors.

You perk up to the sound of chatter coming from an apartment, maybe her dad had a friend over to cheer him up. You knocked against the hardwood a couple times. The chatter stopped as soft whispers were then heard, you couldn't make out what was being said but you were sure he was just telling his friend to maybe quiet down.

The door opened and you look up expecting to see the tall man to give you the sad news that she wouldn't be her today either.

Instead, you were quickly pulled into a warm embrace of a much smaller person. Their hair tickling the skin on your neck as they placed their head right on your shoulder, their lanky arms wrapping around you tightly with a happy sigh.

"gwen...?" You said softly, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you looked at her.

She pulled back from your hug slightly, nodding happily. She was excited to see you, her negative thoughts cleared as her dad had told you what happened. And him also telling her the few months you'd come by and check to see if she was there. It made her feel loved with the way you still cared even when she didn't deserve to be so seen.

You pulled her back in for a hug, pressing a quick peck to her forehead with a happy laugh.

You stay like that for a moment. Shutting your eyes as both of you just bask in eachothers presence for that quick minute. The months of grief and sorrow leaving your bodies as you melted in eachothers touch.

She was finally home.

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