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INTRO POSTING!
Hi and welcome to my blog! My name is Tobi and i'm no professional artist or a writer but i am a professional fan and convinced i can do anything fueled by passion and anxiety :D
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Warning: NSFT throughout
Master List (updated sluggishly)
Call Of Duty
Reassurance Seeking- Ch. 1 How to be a Mirror
Spiderverse Hobie Brown
You Should Never Cross My Mind (oneshot)
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"this is fetish art" okay ❤️ yay ❤️
man it’s genuinely diabolical that fujimoto was like how can i fuck up aki hayakawas life the absolute maximum amount possible and then on top of everything else he went and made him bisexual
everyone needs to stop having sex youre supposed to jerk off to your concepts face down in your dark bedroom
Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else
No thoughts just soap with erectile dysfunction and reader who has a...unique fix for it...
Truly, it was for your own amusement when the problem first came up. Johnny bowed over you, half undressed and sweaty, desperately jerking his soft cock and muttering "fuck– give me a minute, ach– I can, I just need—"
"Oh my god, seriously, johnny?" You snort, a bit flustered at the whole situation and still in that teasing mindset from earlier. "Aren't you in your twenties? What the hell?"
The comment makes soap blush down to his chest, and he lets out an embarrassed whine, changing tempo desperately. "C'mon, don't say that– I can– i can do it—"
"Yeah? It sure looks like you can't." You raise a brow, slipping a hand down to rub yourself because fuck this is hot, "all that talk and you've got a useless dick? Huh, johnny?"
"No! No, c'mon–" soap jolts, the arm holding himself up giving way, face falling to hide in the crook of your neck while he keens high and humiliated.
All you hear are cute gasps until soap finally pulls away, whole face and shoulders a glowing pink, but grinning proudly. You glance down to see his cock, hard and full and just a bit red from his abuse.
Oh god he's big.
Soap laughs at your wide eyed expression, strong arms forcing your thighs apart and lining his tip up to your lubed hole.
"Uhm– c'mon now, soap, be gentle–" you stammer, reality settling in as he notches into you, oh fuck.
He just laughs, hooks your legs over his shoulders and revels in the keen you let out at the stress. "What was that? I thought you wanted a proper fuck?"
Oh you are so screwed.
Inspired by my papa @silverlullabies hehe
in the age of ozempic, take my hands...its okay to gain weight and to want to be fatter. Normalize talking about gaining weight for no reason other than you want to. Heal your relationship with your body and with food. Its okay to want to be fatter.
Warnings: noncon, anal, double penetration, petplay uhh freak ass foursome with you and 141 while price watches like a dirty old man
Nobody knew why you glued yourself to Gaz’s side the moment you joined the 141. Just another sergeant, you struggled to look Ghost or Price in the eyes a lot of times. Sure- you were their computer guy, their field engineer and saved their asses even in the 6 months you’d been there. But they were practically legends- too large to care about someone like you, you’d decided.
Soap was okay- but he was a bit rough, he liked to play hard and you weren’t spared a single moment of peace with him. It was so common for him to tug you into a headlock, or wrestle you during downtimes that the other three could dodge your roughhousing on instinct.
Gaz wasn’t like any of them- despite everything he’d seen and done, he had a very gentle demeanor about him. Soft calm voice, a gentle hand that never hesitated to lead you in the right direction. Especially after one night during a mission when you’d snuck off to jerk off- and been found by your sweet Kyle. At first you were mortified, fumbling around and expecting to either be mocked or written up to your superiors.
“No, love. Shh, c’mere- that’s my boy, so sweet, mm? Just get worked up around all these big men, don’t you? Needy thing,” he’d cooed, coaxing you into letting him finger four orgasms out of you. Comradery between squadmates, he’d called it as you slobbered against his forearm. Teammates always pinned each other down, made each other cum so hard you could barely breathe.
Of course you were practically his shadow, after that. Physical and sweet in a way you weren’t with anybody else on the team, always smiling and looking for specifically Gaz’s approval which he gave in multitudes.
Of course Price saw it.
Of course he found it extremely irritating. So of course, he’d called the two of you into his office. Hazy blue eyes giving you both a thousand hard stare, Ghost and Johnny on the couch visibly pouting.
“Sir..?” Gaz spoke first, glancing down at the way you stepped just slightly closer to him- your main source of comfort, in the high intensity of the room.
“It’s come to my attention that you’ve been paying special attention to the new sergeant- curried his favor,” Price starts, and you perk your head up.
“Oh- Gaz is just-“ you start, before a raised hand silences you. Of course, you shrink.
“Now. Our team relies on being in sync; trusting one another. And you, Gaz, have made it further than any of us. So-“ Price continues, flicking his hand towards the two men on the sofa. Soap shoots up from his spot, grunting and laughing when he snatched you by your nape and shoved you facedown into the couch. You struggle and snarl, snapping your teeth before Ghost leans over to snatch down your trousers.
You let out a shrill shriek, trying to push the two away- only to get a sharp spank on the ass by a rather large lieutenant who was staring you down with his boner in your face.
“We’re going to do some team bonding. Come on. Show us what you did, boy.” Price says, the distinct sound of his lighter clicking making Gaz stand straighter. He looked down at you, watching you wiggle and squirm as your wet cunt was to the air.
“Well for starters, you’re being too rough! He’s sensitive- look at the way he’s squirming!” The sergeant said, swatting Soap’s heavy hand off your nape while the Scot huffed in annoyance. “He likes when I’m rough though!” The man said, staring at the way Gaz threaded his fingers through your messy hair. You let out a soft whine, slowly relaxing under his grip- but still glancing at Ghost’s heavy cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. The lieutenant seems- stiff, fingers twitching like he wants to swat your ass again.
“No, he’s a sweet boy. He likes to be pet, like this, see? He’s just a pup, you need to warm him up,” Kyle says softly, all three men watching the way his hand traces down your back to your holes- perking up at the first sweet gasp you made. Watching the way the sergeant rubbed and ghosted his fingers over your little cock, watching you squirm and start to push your hips against him.
“Gaz..” you whine, embarrassment practically dripping out your ears at this point. Fuck- was he really going to show them how to touch you like this? Talking about you like you were nothing more than a pet to them, one they wanted the favor of?
Why did that make you so hard?
“I know, sweet boy. There’s no need to be embarrassed, though. Look, see how excited they are? They wanna see your soaked little cunt, puppy. Isn’t that sweet?” Gaz murmured, his big thumb brushing against your sensitive head and making you whimper. You chance to look over at Soap and Price- Price is staring a hole through you, cigar smoke thickening in the air as he watches. Soap looks like he’s near to tears, eyes stuck on your sopping cunt and asshole. He wanted to tear you apart, you knew it!
“Soap,” Gaz gently called, the Scotsman immediately against his side and humping his cock against the man’s leg. “C’mon- can I fuck him yet-? Look at how wet he is- surely that’s enough- just wanna fuck you, Bonnie-“ the man groaned, holding onto Gaz for dear life as he drooled over the sight of your holes.
You let you a nervous whine, watching the way Kyle scruffed the man humping him. “Ah ah- slow. C’mon, you’re not that dumb of a mutt are you? Watch my fingers, see? He’s soft, he needs extra attention,” the sergeant growled, his fingers slowly sinking into your heat- thumb rubbing against your asshole as you keened underneath him.
“‘S not fair, please. Come on, pup! You- you want my cock, don’t you? See? Look how nice it is- not too big, like ghost or gaz. ‘S perfect for a runt like you, right?” Soap groans, and you let out a huff of annoyance. A quick swat to your ass from Gaz makes you yip though, sinking against the couch more and angling your ass higher.
“Be sweet, puppy. I’ll go first, okay? Would you like that?” Kyle says with the sweetest tone, and you let out a soft whimper before nodding. Shit- this was so embarrassing-! The sound of Ghost’s belt unbuckling next to your face made you jump though, looking up to see him pulling out his fucking huge cock. Gaz’s gentle grip on your nape takes your attention though, pulling you up against his chest as he leans down into you.
“Shh, eyes on me puppy. Come on, let me show them how good I treat you, hm?” He murmurs, making both you and Soap shiver in anticipation. “Yessir,” you whine back, pressing your ass into him when his fingers retreat- and his own cock is gently tapping against your cunt. You jerk at every tap, hissing at your pussy pulsing in some kind of call and response. Wanting to suck in his long, sweet cock- not too thick, just right to fit inside without too bad of a stretch.
The feeling of Gaz’s dick pressing into you slowly, circling the entrance and letting you feel the slight stretch with a hum of delight. The others watched him in near reverence, eyes scanning over the way you gave in so readily. “See? I’m not just shoving it in, I’m- fuck, I’m letting his entrance adjust to me. Slow, pressing downwards since the bottom of his pussy feels the best to him- and, I keep my fingers on his little cock down here.”
Gaz had such a calm demeanor, even as his hand jerked off your little t dick so earnestly- helping you get slicker, sweeter for him. Your head felt so fuzzy, nearly numb with the sweet slow pleasure he was building up. Finally- when he made it to the hilt, you let out a happy moan that made Ghost have to squeeze the base of his cock right so he didn’t blow his load.
“See? I- made it to the hilt, and he’s happy. Now- I just- slowly start rocking my hips, sometimes I- god, I like to roll my hips in a circle- he loves that,” the sergeant manages to pant out- clearly a little dizzy from your sopping wet heat himself.
“Come on- I’ve fucked people before! What about his ass- look- it’s so empty and needy- it’d fit me so well!” Soap begged, hand reaching over and thumb dipping into your tight hole. You jerk and keen loudly, making Kyle stutter like he’d been shot. Hissing, pinching your clit as he tried to stave off his sudden orgasm.
“Well- I would say no but- our little puppy seems to really like that idea- Captain?” Gaz answered, and you try to argue- but Soap’s dug his two forefingers into your ass now and is pressing down tightly against Gaz’s cock through the thin layer separating them. You both whimper out, and Soap throws a vicious grin Price’s way.
The older man is still smoking his cigar, tapping it against his ass tray as he strokes his cock slowly. He seems to watch you all, glancing up at Ghost- who gives a nod of encouragement.
“Alright- but you report to Gaz, clear? Follow his example,” the captain finally grunted. You let out a shriek as Ghost is suddenly tugging you off of Gaz’s cock- letting the sergeant sit out where your face had been, and your little cunt stretched around his throbbing cock again as you’re stuffed back into his lap.
“Guys-!” You whine, settling when Kyle’s hand returns to your cock. “Shhh, puppy. I’ll keep him, remember? Don’t worry baby,” the sergeant murmured in your ear, but the way Soap’s hands gripped your hips and shoved you chest to chest with Gaz- you weren’t sure he could do that.
“Fuck- look at you- wee tight hole- wanted you for so long, boy! Jerked my cock to the thought of you- fucked ghost and couldn’t help but talk about you-! Made em cum too, the bastard-“ the Scot babbles mindlessly, the sound of a lube bottle cracking open ringing before it’s pressed into your ass. You squeal, jerking against Gaz who’s barely able to keep you in place, holding your thighs in a near death grip.
“Soap- be slow, like I taught you! He’s a sweet boy, remember? You can be a sweet boy too,” Kyle groans, and the whine soap let out was near pornographic. “Yeah- yeah- I’ll be a good boy- I swear, I swear,” the man heaves out, the thick head of his cock pressing against your ring- and slowly starting to push in.
You and Gaz gasp at the sudden tightness, every inch deeper that Soap sank the more mind numbingly full you felt. Fuck- he bottomed out quickly thankfully, but the stretch- the stretch was big! Your ass twitched and trembled as it swallowed Johnny’s cock whole, his balls pressing against Gaz’s as the three of you cried against each other.
“fuck- Jesus, fuck- okay- okay, just- slow, Johnny, slow,” the sergeant managed to wheeze out, the Scot just barely being able to start to thrust- every movement strained and shaky.
“Fuck- wanna- wanna just- fuck, I wanna plow into you boy- you’re so tight- how’re you this tight?” Soap gargled out, nearly collapsing against you two. He managed to pull nearly all the way out and sink down one more time- this time angling his hips downwards-
You came with a sharp wail, the pressure so crazy that you couldn’t do much else. Tears dripping from your eyes, cunt and ass milking the two men and making them both start to thrust jerkily into you- a broken rhythm that they couldn’t really stop if they wanted to. You felt like mush, drooling against Gaz’s shoulder while the other two men moaned and gasped through your tight heat.
“Fuuuuuck, look at em. Stupid mutt came and the other two just fuckin lost it,” Ghost snarled out, Price laughing and blowing out another puff of smoke.
“Fuckin mutts,” he grunted, Gaz openly moaning at the nickname. All sense of control was quickly escaping his grasp, his poor cockhead battering your cervix while Soap fucked your ass like a wild animal. It felt so good- it felt so insane, your brain was completely gone.
All you were was a dumb mutt, whimpering and crying as the feeling of Soap’s cock suddenly pulling out and splattering against your gaping hole, the sudden release of pressure making Gaz come with a choked noise. You two trembled against each other, hearing the thunk of Soap stumbling into Ghost’s lap and whining at his cock smearing against his face.
“Fuck- hold on-“ the lieutenant gritted out, trapping his cock against Johnny’s cheek and humping against his face, your eyes wide as you watched the debauched scene play out. Johnny, who’d been a snarling dog maybe twenty seconds before- was whimpering as Simon used his wet cheek like a fucking pussy- finally yanking his head around and shoving the head of his dick into Soap’s mouth just to come down his throat.
Holy shit. Holy shit, that was so hot. A soft whimper from Gaz against you confirmed he watched Ghost use him like that too, another pitiful spurt of cum hitting your insides.
“Well. I think this has been very helpful, boys. Good teamwork,” Price grunted out.
Teamwork. Yeah, that’s it.
you guys remember that supernatural episode where famine like the literal horseman of the apocalypse takes over a town and everyone is like dean why isn't this affecting you I thought you loved food and sex and then famine confronts him about it and is like yeah it's because you don't have any desires at all actually there's just a big empty black hole in there. yeah
Everyone should watch Scavenger’s Reign
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You were painfully average looking. Gaz wasn’t being rude- you just were. Visibly plain, bags under your eyes and hair that was always messy no matter how hard any of them seemed to try to fiddle with it to make it look nice. Sure, you had nice qualities- easy smile, funny. But you were no match for any of the men in the office.
And yet- women from other offices seemed to flock to you. Fluttering their lashes as they giggled at a dumb quip you’d spouted while they waited for something to print. ‘This printers the best in the building,’ they always said as an excuse- before fluttering all over your desk for the next twenty minutes well after their copies had finished.
They would slip right past the other handsome men in the office, right past Gaz all to lean over your door while you prattled on about something he couldn’t care about. What was it? You were unconventional, not masculine really. Sure- you were tall but always hunched, glasses that always were seconds from falling off your nose. He couldn’t figure it out-
Until he locked himself in that closet with you.
Oh, then he understood exactly the type of woman that flocked to this little office, as you giggled in his ear. “Ky, I thought you were supposed to be a real man? How come you’re just melting in my hands, baby?” You murmur, stroking his cock slowly just to hear the man whimper pitifully. He could barely remember how this even happened, so determined to top you and learn your secrets that he was blindsided by you pinning him to your own chat and sitting in his lap just to sit there and-
TEASE his cock. It wasn’t fair, tears brimming at his dark eyelashes. This was so beneath him- you should’ve been beneath him! And yet, all he could do was paw at your shirt with his huge hands he’d snapped necks with and beg for you to make him cum.
Maybe if he came fast enough, he’d catch you off guard and get an upper hand. That would rely on him being even half coherent enough as you edged him into madness, babbling and drooling into your shirt. You seemed to have an innate sense for when someone was about to cum- like the slightest twitch of his thick dick was a language you almost understood better than he did. Slowing down, speeding up again in a circle of hell.
“Bh- please- fuck- please- lemme cum, lemme-“ he nearly wailed, yelping at smaller fingers stuffing themselves into his mouth. Your hands- soft, not calloused like most men on base. They didn’t grate against his tongue like other men’s, instead felt- good. Right.
“Of course, sugar. But- you gotta promise me somethin, okay? Think you can do that?” You murmur, licking at his jaw tenderly. So sweet- how were you so sweet? For so long he’d grown used the harsh snatches and tugs of military men, that this felt euphoric. No fight for power, no force necessary. Just.. good.
“Any-anythin’, anythin’ luv jus- fuck-“ Kyle honest to god couldn’t see, stuck right on the edge so hard that his ears were ringing. Somewhere in the far recesses of his fucked out mind, he could hear his captain snarling at him to get back up. That only made his balls grow tighter, made his fists shake against your shirt.
“Next time you wanna get taken care of, just ask sweet okay? You don’t need to be all tough n pretend, youre a sweet boy, i know it,” you murmur, and the sergeant feels his whole body turn rigid. Your hand speeds up instinctually, the absolute relief making the huge 200 pound man sag against the chair and openly cry as he finally comes. Rope after rope of pearly white fluid, all caught in your hand as you massage his tip just to watch Kyle writhe a little more.
“Yes- yessir- sorry sir,” he babbles on instinct, another shot of cum spilling into your hand at your pleased moan. Kyle can feel his thick muscles spasm and shake, your free hand scratching slowly up his scalp then back down his nape so comfortingly. Then, when you’ve finally decided you’ve listened to the sergeant whimper enough- you lick your hand clean and gently tuck him back in his pants, even as his cock still throbs watching you swallow down his spunk.
Gaz lets you settle against his chest with a happy sigh, and wonders just how many people on base have had the pleasure of your sweetness- and something violent twists. He has to keep you for himself- his first taste of sweetness in the dry desert of these fucking meat heads.
My child, who spends their entire life being transfered from home to car to school and back, and is not allowed to leave the house or talk to anyone and can only in their wildest dreams imagine a life free from constant surveillance, is very sad. Obviously they're dumb and lazy, like all kids these days.
kind of a tangent but i recently went to a bowling alley with my friend i'm 19 he's 18 and the woman at the door didn't want to let us in because there was a sign saying under-18s needed adult supervision. everything got cleared up and we were able to go bowl, but i'm still so mad about the fact that kids need adult supervision to go to a bowling alley and arcade. like okay maybe young kids should have supervision but what do you mean middle and high schoolers need to hold mommy's hand while they play video games. kids aren't just addicted to their phones because phones are addicting, we're addicted to our phones because there's nothing else to fucking do
I'm sure banning kids from online spaces while simultaneously not ensuring that they have access to offline spaces to socialize in (without having to rely on their parents who already don't have time for them) will help them feel better & less alienated from society.
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how to get up in the morning tips and tricks
coffee nap it. or if you take stimulants, stimulant nap it. take your uppers an hour before you need to get up then go back to sleepy
then the caffeine will make you feel ready to go straight off the bat instead of having to get up groggy to earn the wake up potions
Warm Me Up
Quick one for @cantomatos because apparently "everyone is cold and horny"
Hobie Brown / Spiderpunk x Transmasc!Reader drabble
Word count: 1.5k
Tags: No use of Y/N, light description of Y/N, Transmasc!R, SMUT, Established relationship, fluff, snowy day, fingering, lots of kisses, p in v, i think that's all...
It's the clatter of the shovel that has you peering around the corner toward the front door. You only watch him for a second--as he peels off his scarf and tosses it aside-- before you duck back into the kitchen to grab the cup of coffee you'd made him. You cradle it with two hands, avoiding the bottom where it still stings your skin, and make your way across the living room to him.
"Here," you lean in to kiss his cheek while you pass him the mug.
"Fuck," he sighs, "Thank you, love."
"You're so cold," you frown, brushing your fingers across his icy face.
"I noticed," he grins, "hold this so I can get my coat off?"
"Of course." You take the mug back from him and set it on the makeshift coffee table in the center of the room. "I'm sorry I didn't come out and help. I was going to, until I thought about how it's cozy in here and going out there sounded awful."
You're about to turn back toward him when his hands find your waist. He snakes his arms around you, free of gloves, coat, and sweatshirt. You shiver as his coldness rubs off onto you.
"Don't be sorry," he burries his face in the crook of your neck, speaking into your skin, "I wanted you to sleep in and stay warm. Woulda waited if I needed help." He presses a kiss into your pulse, "Besides, you're doing your part now by warmin' me up."
"Am I warming you up or are you freezing me?" you tease.
"Definitely warming me up." He slips a hand under the hem of your shirt and the full surface of his palm feels like cold metal on your skin. You yelp and grab his wrist, yanking it away from your bare stomach and up toward your face.
"Stop that," you scold, "Your hands are so cold, 'Bie."
You twist his arm so that his palm faces you and begin kissing each of his fingertips. His free hand plays with your shirt as he watches over your shoulder. "Are you feeling any warmer?" you ask. You don't want to free him until you're sure he won't torture you again.
"Yeah," he hums, cheek squishing against your own, "You still feel like a fuckin' radiator though. Don't wanna let go of you."
"Well if you're gunna use me to warm yourself up can we at least sit? Standing and letting you freeze me to death isn't working for me."
"Mhm." He takes a step forward without moving his face from its spot against yours or letting go of your shirt. You roll your eyes but let him guide you forward. Steps before the couch, he sidesteps you and lets himself fall backward onto the cushions, pulling you down with him. "Holy shit," he sighs, "This is better. You were right."
You can't help but smile, leaning in for a kiss as you straddle him and he melts into the cushions. "I usually am, if you think about it."
It doesn't take long for his hands to find their way under you shirt again. His thumbs freeze the skin of your abdomen as his fingers stretch across your sides and he melts into the kiss. You were right about the cold being easier to tolerate like this. You can tell he's warming up, too, sitting in his lap now.
He reaches up for your face when he breaks for air. His hand is warm enough not to be shocking as it brushes down your jaw and settles on the back of your neck. "Didn't realize how tired I was until we got here."
"You were working hard," you reassure him. You let your forehead rest against his. Keeping as close as possible ought to warm him up faster.
"What, were you watchin' me out the window?" He presses his face up until your noses touch.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"I was going to come help, remember?"
"I do remember," he delays your response with a quick kiss.
"But then I," he squeezes your hip and you relax further into him, "then I got distracted watching you."
"Did I just look too good?" he teases.
"Mhm." You lean in for another kiss, but before you can reach his lips he grabs your face and stops you.
"You love me," he draws out each word in a sing-songy taunt.
"Hobie," you complain, words muddled by his fingers pressing into your cheeks.
"Tell me you love me!" He whines.
"Let me go, first!" You counter.
He releases the pressure from your face, hand still cupping your jaw, fingers spanning down your throat. He trusts you enough to let you lean in until your words come out against his lips. "I love you, Hobie Brown."
"I love you too," he promises in a rushed whisper, just before any noise he makes is left to dissolve across your tongue.
You could almost forget that he'd been freezing moments ago if it weren't for the fact that your body has been steadily warming. The rocking of your hips against his isn't of note to you until his hand slips under your waistband. He's warmer now, you can tell, but the difference in your temperatures is still stark against your skin. It becomes more obvious the further his hand travels. You shiver and whine into his mouth when he brushes against your clit. He pushes further, rolling it between two fingers, and you break away from the kiss for a breath of air.
"Come back." He tries to pull your head back forward, unhappy with your reccess to breathe.
"Give me a--" you're close to catching your breath when he starts pressing a finger into you, knocking what you had straight out of your lungs with a moan.
"Can you stay where you are so I can work on getting these pants off?"
He starts to ease his hand away from your head, the one down your pants never ceasing, still ready to trap you there should you make a problem for him.
"I can--hah--I can try." Your face is rested almost completely on his, now, trusting it to hold you up. Your noses and lips brush each other with only the decision to apply pressure dividing the lack of a kiss and the presence of one. If you don't focus, you won't stay still for him. Not for a lack of wanting to, but out of a deep wish to let yourself sink into him in all senses of the word.
"Atta boy," he coos, "Wanna tell me more about watching me out the window?"
You can hear him messing with his belt while fingers pump in and out of you.
"Are you ever going to get sick of hearing me talk about loving you?" you ask.
"Don't think so," he tilts his head up for a kiss while he pulls his pants down one handed and you oblige.
You start talking as soon as you have your mouth back to yourself. "So what if I got distracted by how handsome you are from like-- fuck-- a thousand feet away in full snow gear?"
"You think I'm handsome?" he asks, pulling his hand out of your pants and casually wiping slick off onto his shirt.
"Oh please," you roll your eyes while you help him get your own pants off.
"What! A guy needs to hear it sometimes!"
"And I never ever tell you, even a little bit."
"Not even once." One of his hands is back on your waist, squeezing until the plush of your hips spills around your fingers.
"Should I start now, then?"
"Not quite," there's a beat of silence while he lines himself up, you feel his tip catch before he opens his mouth again, "Alright, now's good."
He starts easing you down onto him, stretching you open as you start to speak. "You, my beloved, are-- fuck-- are so handsome, and not only that but you're... you're so smart... and you're," you stop for a breath, "so kind. G!d that feels amazing. And you're so funny, and so thoughtful. You are--"
You're interrupted with a kiss just as you bottom out on him. "Thank you," he whispers. You pull yourself upward, doing your best to go slow as you start to ride him.
"Mm, but I had more," you kiss his cheek as you sink back down onto him.
"Well-- ah-- I guess 'm not gunna stop you."
"Good because," you stall for a moment, getting your barings, "because I was going to say that you're everything I could ever hope for."
Once you've started talking again it's easy enough to talk and keep moving, aside from the occasional moment where your mind locks up and you see stars.
"And," you continue, "I'm so grateful for everything you do. For me. For our friends. Et cetera, et cetera."
"Love," he laughs and pulls you back toward him.
"Also you aren't-- fuck-- you aren't freezing me to death anymore, which I appreciate a lot."
"You're welcome," he seals the acceptance with another kiss, "Thank you for warming me up."
"Like this?" you huff, "Anytime."
uterus mysticism is weird to me, besides all the bioessentialism stuff, because like. Dude it’s just an organ. Imagine if we did this to the gallbladder or kidneys.
Divine feminine is stored in the appendix actually. appendicitis is just the Virgin Mary trying to break through to you. Never get your appendix removed its mother Mary speaking to you.
As well as obvious stuff about the heart giving the ability to love and the intestines giving strength and bravery, medieval Europe thought that you had one good, orderly kidney and one evil, chaotic kidney. Even before getting to haruspexy and reading the gallbladder, or the origin of the words "testament/testimony/testify" in the idea that putting your hand on your balls made you honest, because balls were honest...
