to anyone else on here feeling helpless, hopeless, and unbearably sad while the ship just continues to go down— i can’t tell you if or when shit will get better, but know you’re not alone. i love you. we can’t give up.
look at the republican calendar and see which animal/plant/item is associated with your birthday ok. if you're born january 14 you get the day of the cat
How often in the last year did you experience vertigo* and do you have a vestibular disorder**?
*A sensation of self-motion when no self-motion is occuring, not including dizziness.
Daily/few times a week; yes
Few times a month; yes
Once/few times a year; yes
Not at all; yes
Daily/almost daily then long vertigo-free periods; yes
A pattern not listed above; yes
Daily/few times a week; no
Few times a month; no
Once/few times a year; no
Not at all; no
Daily/almost daily then long vertigo-free periods; no
A pattern not listed above; no
Remaining time: 5 days 8 hours
**See the International Classification of Vestibular Disorders [link].
Rafael Barba x fem!reader
Warnings: language, smut, dirty talk, oral.
This is a combo of a couple of requests recently, hope it delivers what you want!
I have a feeling we are BACK babeeyy. So send on in all your requests for our favourites! <3
Rafael wasn’t entirely sure what he had expected when he got home from work, but this certainly wasn’t it.
Struggling, he picked his jaw up off the floor as his feet stayed glued to it, seemingly unable to move from the doorway of his bedroom. He felt a hundred degrees hotter than he had on the walk home –which was saying a lot considering the three piece suit and the scorching ninety-two degrees— suddenly thankful he’d already shed his jacket, waistcoat and tie, tossed aside over the back of the living room couch. He swallowed heavily, eyes slowly lifting through the room, trailing over your long, bare legs, lingering a little too long on the blue lace covering between your legs. It’s not like he could help it, his mouth watered when he noticed the wet spot on the fabric, wishing he could bury his face into it, breathing in your scent, tongue laving over the dampness before completely engulfing you.
At the sound of your giggle, he pulled his gaze further up, cock straining in his pants as he took in your bare chest, nipples pert and hard in the cool air of the room until he finally landed on your face, lips pulled into a teasing smirk, eyes dark and eager.
“What?” You asked, feigning innocence.
“I know I should care about the reason you’re naked in my bed, but I will enjoy it for the moment.”
You laughed again, a hand softly trailing over your bare skin, “not naked.” You toyed with the waistband of your panties, “had to leave something to the imagination.”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re a tease?” He asked, already undoing the buttons of his shirt and you nodded, a wicked grin spreading over your cheeks.
“Took a nap.” You offered with a shrug, “and I was dreaming of my legs wrapped around your waist.”
Rafael watched as your hand sunk between your legs, palming at the wet fabric he wanted to tear off your body. A soft moan left your lips and his cock pulsed, he couldn’t help but groan when your fingers pushed your panties to the side, trailing through your pussy lips, smearing your juices around.
“God, it felt so good.” Your head dropped back into the pillows, lips parted ever so slightly as you continued to toy with yourself, “the way your cock pounded into me,” you easily slipped two fingers into your cunt, “so. Fucking. Deep.” Each word accented with a hard flick of your wrist and Rafael could hear the wetness sopping throughout the room.
“Sweetheart…” his voice took on a heaviness, a hint of darkness that caught your attention.
“What?” You cracked an eye open, smirk on your lips as you watched him approach the bed, your fingers still moving languidly, “am I playing with something of yours?”
Shirt now stripped, chest bare, Rafael’s hands swiftly undid his belt as he kneeled onto the bed, stalking towards you. His eyes were dark, holding your gaze until they shot down to between your legs, watching you for only a second before his fingers circled your wrist, halting your movements.
“You know better.” He tsk’d, pulling your fingers from your pussy and lifting your hand up to his mouth, sucking your fingers between his lips with a loud groan.
His eyes fell shut as your fingers sunk all the way into his mouth, your juices taking over his senses, every thought lost to how much he loved the way you tasted. He felt your fingers tap against his tongue and he opened his eyes to find you watching him, a grin on your lips and a blush on your cheeks. Slowly you began to push your fingers deeper into his mouth, your body tingling at the way his tongue wrapped around them, leaving no inch untasted, until you began to pull them out. You flipped your hand around, palm up and let out a moan at the way Rafael instantly sucked them back into his mouth, not letting his eyes drop from yours until he sucked them hard, groaning as he throbbed in his pants.
His hand squeezed your wrist, reluctantly pulling the digits from his mouth.
“God, you are fucking delectable, you know that?”
“So you keep telling me.”
“Lie back, let me get a real taste.”
A soft giggle left your lips and your head dropped back into the pillows, grin on your cheeks as you watched Rafael yank your panties down your legs and toss them over his shoulder. With his hands around your ankles, he spread you wide open, eyes raking up your supple skin until they landed at the apex of your thighs. Already wet and glistening in the low light of the room, the perfect pussy he loved oh so fucking much. His hands brushed up your legs, keeping you spread as he laid onto his stomach, hands pressed against your thighs.
“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled your scent, unable to resist grinding his hips into the mattress. His soft moan pushed hot air towards your cunt and you whimpered, your thighs trembling beneath his hands.
“Raf…” A hand came down, threading into his hair and he chuckled, opening his eyes.
He pressed a kiss into your inner thigh, “how long have you been waiting for me?”
“Too long.” You grumbled, your hand clawing at his scalp.
Smirk on his lips he mouthed at your leg again, “you must be a needy little thing by now then, hmm?”
Rather than reply, your hips rocked up off the bed, attempting to shift him where you wanted him most. Instead of doing what you wanted, Rafael chuckled, his teeth sinking into the supple skin of your inner thigh. A hiss left your lips, your eyes scrunched,
“Raf!”
“What?” He glanced up at you, a wicked look in his eyes, “I can’t mark what’s mine?” His tongue slowly licked over the teeth indents, soothing the burn, “a little something for only my eyes.”
Your body twitched under his touch when his lips latched onto the spot, sucking it into his mouth, scraping his teeth across your skin, tongue swirling patterns around it. He could feel the heat coming from your pussy, unable to resist his free hand slowly inched up until it was nearly cupping you, thumb right at the bottom of your slit.
“Please.” It was all but a whisper, wafting through the evening air until it met his ears.
Then his thumb moved, slowly dragging through your pussy with a featherlight touch. He brought it all the way up, then immediately circled it back down, avoiding your clit and in that moment you didn’t even care. Rafael’s teeth sunk into your leg again as his thumb pressed harder, moving back down your cunt as he set a rhythm with his touch. A few passes later and your hips were rocking in time with his hand, trying their best to angle downwards enough for him to touch where you were aching him to.
Satisfied with the mark, Rafael left a kiss above it, resting his cheek against your thigh as he continued to play with your pussy. Thumb pressed harder this time, grinding against your wetness until he finally, brushed it over your clit and you gasped. He blew a cool stream of air over the sensitive bud, watching the way you trembled, the way your breath quickened, the goosebumps that crept their way onto your skin. He rubbed your clit torturously slow, varying the pressure, watching your pussy pulse around nothing until you were slick with arousal and it started dripping out of you.
Just as you were about to beg, groan, protest, whine, anything, his mouth was suddenly on you and your head was thrown back into the pillows.
“Fuck!” Both your hands shot to his hair, clutching at his head as he groaned between your legs.
His tongue dragged through your cunt slowly, savouring the taste, not letting a singular drop go to waste. Rafael adored eating you out, he could and would happily do it every day if he could. Didn’t matter if you were stressed, if he was stressed, both were resolved by your pussy on his tongue and an orgasm. Good day? Let’s celebrate by having you sit on his face. Bad day? Let’s try to make us both forget by crushing his skull between your thighs. There was no place he’d rather dive into than this, and he was certain to make sure you knew that. Every. Single. Time.
The way his tongue danced through you, swirling your wetness, smearing it up over your throbbing clit, hips jumping up whenever he came close to it. He ducked down, tongue tipping into your pussy, face grinding into you, juices smearing across his lips as his nose bumped against you.
“Oh god, baby.” You moaned, body beginning to writhe against the bed.
Every one of his ministrations was making sparks fly under your skin, little twitches, nerves firing off as pleasure built deeper and deeper inside you. Your skin was already prickling, aching for more. You pulled a hand away from his head, reaching downward and it only took a second for him to know what you needed, his own grasping yours, interlacing your fingers as he continued to mouth at your cunt.
“More.” You squeezed at his hand, “please.”
With a moan that reverberated against your pussy, vibrations sending sparks through your body, Rafael slid his mouth up, lips wrapping around your pulsing clit. A gasp left your lips, squeezing at his hand harder while his free one cupped your heat, fingertips nudging at your entrance. You couldn’t help but moan, lifting your hips to the touch and your mouth fell open as he thrust two fingers inside you.
“Fuck, Raf…” you groaned, pussy pulsing around him already.
He replied with a muffled growl against your skin, fingers dipping deeper into your cunt, swirling and scissoring, pumping in and out with ease. You could feel your pussy soaking him, wetness seeping out around his fingers, more dripping to the sheets with each pass of his hand, drops swirling their way down his wrist. Rafael curled his fingers, and when you mewled, he knew he’d found the spot, his lips smirking around your clit.
“Yes!” You cried out, “right there.”
He crooked his fingers again, pressing against the sensitive spot and your entire body tensed, thighs shivering around him. His tongue slipped down, lapping up the extra wetness his fingers were pulling from you, eager to catch every single drop so he could savour the taste of you on his tongue for the rest of the night. His cock throbbed, aching for friction and as he ground against the bed through his pants, he could feel the wet spot of pre-cum spreading on the fabric.
The noises you were making were more than enough to drive him on, feeling the way your pussy clenched around his fingers, the way you trembled each time he brushed past your g-spot, your chest practically heaving. He watched the way your body was shivering for only a moment before he ducked back down, his lips latching around your clit.
“Fuck!” Your body tensed as fire burst through you, nerve endings jolting as his tongue danced around your throbbing clit. “Oh, God! M’close.”
Rafael quickened his fingers, pressing harder, sucking you deeper into his mouth, teeth scraping over your clit ever so gently. You took over every single one of his senses, your taste on his tongue, your scent encompassing him, the noises you made, music to his ears. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t hold back, humping against the bed in the same rhythm his fingers plunged in and out of your wetness. Without even having to think about it, your hips began to rock upwards to him, eager for more, matching the rhythm. A fine-tuned dance as the need for pleasure took over the both of you.
“Raf!” Your fingers squeezed tight at his and he curled his fingers again, longer, harder, dragging them as he sucked hard on your clit and a second later you let out a cry, body convulsing as juices dripped out of your cunt.
Rafael lifted his mouth of you only long enough to watch you come, his hips still grinding against the bed as your body shook. His eyes darkened, an almost whimper leaving his lips as his eyes trained in on the juices dribbling over your puffy pussy.
“Good girl.” He cooed, hands stroking at your thighs before he leaned in, tongue lapping, lips sucking up as much of your release as he could. “’M not gonna last.” He groaned, cock pulsing, still in his pants.
With a breathless giggle, you were quick to yank him upwards, pulling him into a deep kiss. Your tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting yourself as you sat up, hand quickly sinking into his pants. Rafael hissed at the contact, his hips jutting forward at the touch.
“Lemme take care of you.” You murmured, lips brushing against his skin as you tugged him toward the edge of the bed, sliding off the edge to settle on your knees.
Rafael’s mind barely had time to catch up to what you were doing before his cock was in your mouth, buried all the way to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck!”
Pre-cum leaked from the tip, and you were more than grateful to lick it up, sucking it deep into your mouth as you bobbed on his cock. His hands settled into your hair, hips jolting each time you sunk further down, his thoughts and words lost to him, only able to pant as your tongue swirled around him and you hollowed your cheeks.
A loud grunt left his lips, cock twitching between your lips as his cum shot into your mouth. His hand softened in your hair, gently stroking it as you sucked him dry. You let out a low groan at the taste of him, letting it savour on your tongue for a moment before swallowing, finally popping off his cock and leaning back on your heels.
“Shit.” He muttered, a small laugh coming from him when he looked up and you proudly parted your lips, showcasing your clean tongue. “Good girl.”
His hand ghosted down your cheek, thumb rubbing over your chin as he pulled you to him, kissing you softly. You climbed back into his lap as he kicked off his pants, shifting until you were both laid up against the headboard. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you returned the motion on his chest.
“Sorry.” He murmured against your hair.
“Raf,” you chuckled, lifting your chin to catch his gaze, “you basically got off just on eating my pussy. There’s no reason to apologize. That’s fucking hot.”
He laughed, leaning in to steal another kiss, “can’t say it was the dinner I was expected to come home to.”
You swatted at his chest, pinching his skin, “that was just an appetizer. We can order in.” Your hand trailed up his chest, tickling up his neck and into the hair at the back of his head as your lips ghosted over his. “Eat on the balcony.” You pressed a kiss to his lips, tongue just daring to trace over them, “then I’ll ride your cock until my pussy’s stuffed full of your cum.”
Pokemon players: When did you start playing the games?
(feel free to only put the gens in the answers if there's not enough room in all the poll slots, it's more just for general clarification on what games count for what gen)
Gen 1 (Red/Blue/Green/Yellow)
Gen 2 (Gold/Silver/Crystal)
Gen 3 (Sapphire/Ruby/Emerald/FIre Red/Leaf Green)
Gen 4 (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum/Heart Gold/Soul Silver)
Gen 5 (Black/White/B2/W2)
Gen 6 (X/Y/Alpha Sapphire/Omega Ruby)
Gen 7 (Sun/Moon/Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon/Let's Go Pikachu/Let's Go Eevee)
Gen 8 (Sword/Shield/Brilliant DIamond/Shining Pearl/Legends Arceus)
Gen 9 (Scarlet/Violet/Legends ZA)
A spinoff console game (Mystery Dungeon, Pokemon Ranger, etc)
A spinoff mobile game (Pokemon GO, Magikarp Jump, etc)
That's a lot of Pokemon my dude (Results)
Pokemon players: When did you start playing the games?
Gen 1 (Red/Blue/Green/Yellow)
Gen 2 (Gold/Silver/Crystal)
Gen 3 (Sapphire/Ruby/Emerald/FIre Red/Leaf Green)
Gen 4 (Diamond/Pearl/Platinum/Heart Gold/Soul Silver)
Gen 5 (Black/White/B2/W2)
Gen 6 (X/Y/Alpha Sapphire/Omega Ruby)
Gen 7 (Sun/Moon/Ultra Sun/Ultra Moon/Let's Go Pikachu/Let's Go Eevee)
Gen 8 (Sword/Shield/Brilliant DIamond/Shining Pearl/Legends Arceus)
Gen 9 (Scarlet/Violet/Legends ZA)
A spinoff console game (Mystery Dungeon, Pokemon Ranger, etc)
A spinoff mobile game (Pokemon GO, Magikarp Jump, etc)
many people give the nfl a lot of shit for the injury and concussion rates but like. the nhl has a very comparable rate of injury and concussion and doesn’t acknowledge it + has a much worse culture around it. the nfl is by no means perfect but they are working to improve the gear to help players (see the guardian helmets for example, as well as helmet designs per position) meanwhile the nhl doesn’t seem to give a fuck about it’s players’ safety at all as we’ve seen time and again.
now think very carefully about why the nfl may be viewed as the more violent and injurious sport..
kinda tired of non binary being tied to skinny androgyny that's mostly white. I say that's as a non binary transmasc/boy thing who's fat and black.
being non binary can look like anything and anyone but especially individuals who have different body types outside of thin. they can have body/facial hair too. show up for all enbies.
being the last one to send a message before the chat falls into sudden silence always feels like u just made the worst faux pas of your life and you go sorry guys was that weird and they're all like no sorry I was just looking at a leaf on tbe ground leaf.jpg like oh ok
unfortunate truth of reality is that oftentimes 15 year olds will say/do/believe some stupid bullshit because they are 15 but telling them that they believe that because they are 15 is probably the most counterproductive thing in the entire universe
i remember being 15 and wanting literally nothing more than to be taken seriously and listened to and every thought and feeling i had was dismissed because i was a hormonal teenager. i was well aware at that point that a lot of the things i felt were probably because i was a kid, but that didnt make any of it less real, and being dismissed because of my age 1. did not help 2. did not make me feel better 3. made me angry at and untrustworthy of adults because they refused to listen to me. teenagers are people. kids are people. one of the only major things separating them from adults are experience and wisdom. they have like. you know. interiority
like in YOUR mind you may think youre being helpful by going 'well you're a kid, its not really a big deal, youre okay, youll get over it' but that does not register as "helpful affirmation that everything will turn out fine and the only reason im upset is because of something out of my control so its better to just try and come to terms with it" it registers as 'adult dismissing my real tangible problems and sadness and anger because of my age and inadvertently calling me stupid'
So I saw some people remarking that they didn't understand why "liberals" are focusing on the disaster of the Reflecting Pool paint job, and ok so when you see stuff like that, I need you to remember we are dealing with a wannabe strongman. Anything that makes him look ineffectual, wasteful, and incredibly stupid-- you get that between your teeth and you don't let go. Especially *especially* when it involves laughing at him.
Also... it is funny. Except for the poor ducks, it's funny. Man lost a war to algae. His "American Flag Blue" is green and slimy and the paint is peeling off, and all before his big 4th of July show that no musicians want to play. It's funny. Point and laugh. That is fighting fascism, actually.
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