#master debater

[smallworldbigheart]

was making my bed earlier and somehow ended up touching myself so.. that was fun. I still need to make my bed

[robertlangdontickler5000]

giving my opinions on EVERYTHING guys ill even tell you the meaning of life hit me up✌️

[rebellionsarebuiltonpenis]

UMMMM QUICK SNIPIT OF MY FIC!!!!!

Rating: E

Pairing: M/F

Warnings: None

Finished or nah?: NOT FINISHED!

i’m lowkey projecting heavily, soooo enjoy cassian being a horny shit for jyn.

this isn’t all i have, btw. I’m js edging yall… heh 😼

Alternate universe as well. Everyone lives nobody dies 🤤

Cassian flopped onto his cot; the rough, standard-issue bedding rubbed against his already bruised and battered skin, but it sufficed, and that was all that mattered to him. The monotone voice of K-2SO came from across the room, the security droid ominously looming in the corner.

“You seem to have exerted 79.3% of your stored energy from this morning-”

“I’m not in the mood for this, Kay.” Cassian cut him off sharply.

“… there’s bacta in the top drawer-”

“Just hush. Please.”

Kay knew it was bad when he said “please.” That rarely ever happened, so the droid stayed quiet. Just as Cassian started to calm down, the overwhelming urge flared up again—that twitch in his groin.

“Kay… power down for a second.”

“That’s a terrible idea. There’s a 43.-”

“I don't care about the percentage of someone trying to kill me.”

“You're vulnerable, Cassian. You need to rest.”

He let out a sigh. “I know… just power off. I need privacy.”

Without further protest, Kay’s optics dimmed gradually, the subtle flicker of his internal sensors fading as he slouched against the cool, gray wall of the dimly lit room. Cassian ran a hand over his tired face, the lines of exhaustion evident beneath his dark eyes. He then reached down to touch his aching arousal through the thin fabric of his trousers. A soft, involuntary groan escaped his lips as his fingers brushed against the damp, textured cloth covering his hard-on. Slowly, he slipped his hand under the waistband of his trousers, feeling the warm, bare skin beneath— he palmed himself tentatively, seeking relief.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at his door, echoing through the quiet space.

“Shit-” Cassian muttered under his breath, startled. He quickly got up from his cot, trying to discreetly tug his cock to the side to minimize the obvious outline through his trousers. As the door slid open with a faint hiss, Cassian was met by Jyn, holding his worn, slightly crumpled shirt, which he had left on his ship after his last mission.

"You left this behind,” she said softly, avoiding his gaze. Her eyes flickered downward briefly before shifting away, avoiding his intense stare. She looks at his face; Cassian’s cheeks are flushed, his hair tousled, and his jaw clenched tightly, showing a mix of near-panic and annoyance in his eyes.

“What’s with you today?” she asked, crossing her arms with a gentle, curious frown, the shirt still clutched loosely in her hand.

Cassian’s brows furrowed, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “What do you mean?” he tried his best to sound casual.

Jyn’s eyes glanced down once more, subtly catching the sight of his arousal. Her face immediately went red before quickly looking away. “Forget it-”

Eyes blown wide, he looks away almost as quickly as Jyn does. Cassian has always had feelings for Jyn, though he never acknowledged them. If he told her how much he thought about her, there was always that chance of being brutally turned down. He couldn’t bear the thought of her rejection, not because of pride, but because of how deeply it would wound him. So, he kept his feelings hidden, understanding there was no point in telling her how much he wanted her.

Jyn pressed the shirt against his chest before quickly slipping out of sight. The touch of her hand brushing his skin caused his cock to twitch in anticipation, and a soft groan escaped his lips. He held the shirt close to his face, and it briefly carried her scent. Cassian wondered— how long had she been waiting to give it back? They both had returned from Scarif nearly a month ago, and the recovery after the explosion of the Death Star took two weeks, so Jyn had likely been fully recovered for a week or two, just as he had, but why would she keep his shirt?

He breathed in her scent once more, his eyes closing as he savored the smell of gunpowder mingled with something uniquely Jyn. After the door slid shut with a soft hiss, he stepped back toward his cot, shirt in hand, inhaling her scent rapidly as he chased the intense rush of adrenaline it triggered. An involuntary, obscene groan slipped from his lips as every breath sent a jolt of arousal down his spine and straight to his groin. Cassian didn't care if anyone could hear him now; he was too turned on to care. If anything, the thought of being overheard only heightened his arousal, fueling his sense of reckless abandon.

His back presses against the bouncy surface of the cot as his hand, trembling slightly, slips beneath his trousers to grasp his throbbing erection. He jerks and thrusts rapidly, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he takes another deep, shuddering whiff of the shirt. Suddenly, his orgasm erupts, spilling over his hand and stomach, sending shudders through his body while the afterglow gradually fades, leaving him catching his breath in the quiet aftermath.

[itsmythang]

“If you were a slave and I were your master, and the only way for you to be free was to strike your blow to kill me, what would you do?” - Kwame Ture

[torrezito]

im Master Debating 🩵

[babyxxboo]

I <3 master debating

[reggiejworkshop]

"Ballpoint Pen Sketch on June 2"

This is a quick and silly sketch I did earlier this past Friday afternoon that was based on a humorous debate trending on Tiktok a few months back. The only reason I redraw the scenario with these two is because I thought it seemed funny.

Fry: "...Okay, Nixon or Hypno Toad?"

Comic Book Guy: "I refuse your asinine question. "

Fry: "Wha-You can't!"

Comic Book Guy "Too bad."

Fry: "Come on! I'm trying to pass this class!"

Comic Book Guy: "You go to class?"

[rawnzilla]

Randolph is a master debater.