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God I fucking love crying Dex. If I'm allowed to be toxic for a second I'd loovvvveeeee for him to start getting frequently insecure and just work himself into a tizzy, eventually coming to you when he's already so freaked about you possibly leaving him his face is all puffy and wet with tears. "B-but you won't leave me, right? Tell me you won't leave me, please, please, please. Please, I'll be so good, please tell me you love me". I'm riding that boy while he's still hiccuping from it
YOU GET IT HOLY SHIT. riding him while hes still hiccuping on his sobs, dex trembling from the horrifying notion of it being the last time you're ever gonna allow him to touch you, of you leaving him for good, making it worse by telling him "god, you just really really fucked it up this time dex..." watching his bottom lip wobble, his wet eyes grow panicked, hands clawing at your back, hearing how his breathing halts for a few seconds before he pleads again in a rush, the guilt eating him alive "i- im so sorry baby, please i- fuck! i'll do anything to make it better- just dont le- leave me please" he stutters, he chokes on a sound thats something between a moan and a sob because he's mortified and conflicted by what feeling he should focus on first (agony or pleasure), so he just clings to you, begging for forgiveness over and over again until you're satisfied
started my period again and you know what that means?? bullying dex and then curling into his arms and crying for being mean to him when he’s just trying his best to help
UGH pushing him around, cursing at him in a fit and him not budging or visibly reacting once :( doesn't even complain because of course he has your cycle tracked and he knows whats going with you, later you're clinging to him, begging for him to hold you and he's like yeah, i thought so
So what I think is that there's this default belief in patriarchy that men are superior to women and therefore the "masculine" sphere is superior to the "feminine" sphere. And so, as feminists have fought to expand the number of allowable female activities, men (on the aggregate over generations) have retreated from those activities because they're now seen as "feminine", and so partaking in them is incommensurate with their belief in their own superiority. And, unfortunately, as this has progressed, this has resulted in a lot of men sectioning themselves off from, frankly, everything that actually makes being alive worthwhile. It's a misery spiral, and the only way out is to abandon male supremacy.
#men gave up deep friendships and reading and poetry and colourful fashion#all things that used to be considered manly in the 19th century#they're currently giving up on studying law and medecine#it's so stupid and sad
(I mean, the colourful fashion was more of an eighteenth century thing, but yeah)
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Could you do jason x gn reader where reader faints durring sex? Not because of how good it is but because something is wrong. Like theyre sick or hurt or smth.
Idk man I just like whump lol. 😔
Also I know your requests are currently closed so please feel free to ignore this or save it for later. I just got the idea and didnt want to forget.
synopsis: you accidentally get caught up in the heat of the moment, luckily your boyfriend is here to take care of you
notes: mature; for vague depictions of sex and non-sexual nudity but also kinda sexual?
tags: fluff, vaguest hurt/comfort, passing out during sex, whump, soft!Jason, gn!reader, wc: 1.6k
this has been sat in my drafts for far too long, hope you enjoy! ☆
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You hadn't noticed yourself grow so warm—Jason was on top of you, mumbling soft praises into your skin as he rocked his hips into yours, large hands wrapped gently around your waist, pulling you back onto his dick with every thrust.
You did notice the sweat gathering on your brow and the back of your neck, your heartbeat steadily grew faster and faster. You noticed the way your vision swam as you stared up, the swirls in your ceiling's paint coming to life, like lazily, hazy rivers.
But that was just the approaching orgasm.
"Baby?"
Just like that, your heart fell and you went limp.
Waking to Jason gently taping your cheek was definitely a first. You meant to ask what he was doing but all that came out was a dry, garbled sound from the back of your throat.
"Oh thank fuck," Jason mumbled as he sat up a little, no longer leaning over you, but still within your line of sight. The back of his hand gently along the side of your arm, light enough that you hadn't even felt it at first, but the more you focused on it, the more it lulled you, almost hypnotic in its repetition. "Gonna have to stay awake for me, sweetheart."
The petting stopped, brushing your hair out of your face. Jason pressed his fingers to your forehead, then your neck, humming softly in what you could vaguely guess was concern? Not that you quite understood why. The world was still swirling and the heat was making it a little hard to think.
"I need to go grab you a towel," Jason said. He cupped your face, so your unfocused eyes could find his. You weren't entirely sure was he needed a towel for. You were a little sticky — were you already done? Jason was still naked but other than that… you didn't note anything else. What did you want to know? You watched Jason's frown deepen a little as he looked for something: it always bothered you when he did that. It felt like you had spinach in your teeth and he just refused to tell you.
"You're going to faint again." Which wasn't a question, per se. You watched as he glanced between you and somewhere behind him, chewing his lip as he thought. You were reaching out before you realised you were—the tips of your fingers felt a little numb as you raised them but you could just about feel the warmth of Jason's cheek under your skin.
"Hey," Jason gave you a gentle smile as he looked back towards you, gently clasping your hand in his own—his hand was so much bigger than your own. His everything was so much bigger than you. There was no way avoid feeling like the biggest pick-me when you compared his body to you—but it was so fun. Watching his fingers curl over the top of yours, climbing up on various boxes and odd objects laying around to 'see what he sees'—it was fun. Why had you been comparing hand sizes again?
"You fainted," Jason said, his voice pulling you back to shore where you had been lost to the currents, "I'm gonna carry you to the bathroom so I can help you cool down a little, okay?"
Your head bobbed a little, "Okay."
Straining your voice was worth it for the bright smile you got in return—it was almost boyish, his excitement and relief. There was something so pure about Jason's joy you hope he never lost.
Your heart leapt into your throat for the second that Jason dipped out of your view, only to reappear at your other side. He gave a quiet countdown as he gathered you up into his arms before standing and your world spun. You clenched your eyes shut as you tucked your face against Jason's bare chest.
"Baby?"
"Mhm?"
You felt his chest cave as he let out a sigh of relief—Jason readjusted his grasp on you before he began making his way to the bathroom; usually, any other occasion you would be delighted. You loved being carried in Jason's arms. You felt like a princess, watching his biceps flex to support your weight—and if he struggled he certainly didn't make a sound.
But right now you just wanted to laid on the cool, hard tiles of the bathroom. You wanted to be let down. You were squirming in his arms like an impatient cat—which arguably, this amount of activity was supposed to be reassuring, right?
Your wish was granted soon enough—but still yet you squealed softly as the feeling of the cold tiles against your back. Jason bent your legs, cushioned your head with a clean towel before kissing your forehead and kneeling beside you.
"Still feeling faint?"
"A little bit," you mumbled as you closed your eyes, the only thing you could think of to dull the growing ache in your head. "M not warm anymore."
"That's good." Jason's hand was warm against your belly but you didn't mind much—his thumb idly pet your skin as Jason watched you breathe. "I'm going to get you a glass of water and then I'm gonna clean you up. Does that sound okay? Sweetheart?"
"Huh?" You looked up at him, and you didn't want to admit just how blurry his face had become in the span of no time. You blinked away the fog before nodding. "That's… that's fine."
"We should get you down to Doctor Thompson's-"
"Nooo." You sounded like a whining brat but the thought of standing and leaving the cold hard ground made you want to cry and heave. "Later."
"Later," Jason agreed before setting off to work.
Jason stood, and even in your less than ideal state, you could appreciate the view in front of you—his ass wasn't within reach, curse his long legs, but the urge to pinch his ass was still. You still tried though, which got you a snort and soft chiding.
"Even when you feel like shit? Really?"
"Mmh, always."
Getting you to sit up was a bit of a challenge—Jason helped you lean against his chest as you sat up, before helping you bring the glass he filled for you to your lips. You were trembling a little more than you realised you would, holding something fragile was a bit of a risk right now.
"Slow sips… that's it, baby." You followed his instructions as best you could, especially as his praises reached you, filling you with a soft pride—which was so silly, but it worked. Jason set the glass to the side once it was empty, but didn't lay you back down, both of you content with your current position. "Would you like to wipe yourself down?"
You nodded—you could now identify the stickiness for what it was, which was not in fact cum like your muddled brain had first assume. It wasn't gooey like that, instead just sweat and lube and other bodily fluids that had cooled against your skin, leaving you feeling quite unpleasant, even with the whole feeling faint thing.
Jason handed you the damp rag, and pretended not to notice as you struggled a little, your trembling hands try to wipe away the mess from between your legs. It only took thirty seconds of struggling before you wordlessly held out the towel and he took over for you, apologising softly when you shivered.
"Better?" He waited for you to nod before he wiped himself down quickly with a clean corner of the rag and tossed it into the sink above you.
"Sorry."
"Hmm?" Jason looked down at you before kissing your temple, "What are you sorry for, baby."
"Fainting." The moment the word left your mouth, you pulled a face—it sounded, stupid, to put it lightly, but you meant it. You hadn't meant to faint, obviously, but you felt bad for prematurely ending the sex. You already had such limited time together, and usually that time together was spent sleeping because you both had such busy lives. Sex didn't happen nearly as often as either of you would like, and when you finally manage to, you pass out.
Jason laughed, and it wasn't mean but you still buried your face in his chest, unable to face him as your face warmed.
"You know that's fucking ridiculous." You grumbled. "It's not like you chose to faint."
"Yeah, but still."
"No." You squealed as Jason pinched your waist—you glared up at him with all the effort you could muster, which wasn't much, even if you felt significantly better than you did twenty minutes ago. "Don't say dumb shit like that. I'm sorry for not noticing."
"It kinda just… crept up on me. I don't know what happened."
"We should definitely get you down to Dr Thompson," Jason said before kissing the crown of your head, "I didn't count, but your heart was definitely beating a little fast for my taste."
"I'm probably just a little deficient in something."
"Still." He brushed his knuckles across your stomach. "Do it for your scaredy cat of a boyfriend."
"Fine… can I take a nap first?"
"After we get some food in you. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Oh, by the way, baby?"
"Oww! Quit pinching me!"
"Quit scaring me like that."
I love whump too ♡ I should honestly write it more often
anyway ☆ more from me here (masterlist + wips list ❀˖°) — for requests please check this post ✧˖° thank you
warnings: fluff, reader is very emotional, very self indulgent because I cry at every movie I watch <3
Jason’s keys jingled as he pushed open his apartment door. He’d just finished patrol and came home at an ungodly hour, and was expecting to do his usual post-patrol routine. He’d take a shower, eat the leftovers you’d leave for him straight out of the fridge, and then suffocate you by laying on top of you with his 250 pound body instead of laying by your side like a normal person.
Instead, he was greeted by the sniffles and sobs coming from the living room couch. You were there, in tank top and sleep shorts, a fluffy blanket covering your shoulders. Your face was illuminated by the soft glow of the TV, making the tears falling down onto your cheeks more obvious.
“Doll? What’s wrong?” Jason tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible, but if he was honest, he didn’t know what the hell was going on right now.
“Jay?” You looked up at him, “No, nothings wrong.”
“Really? It doesn’t look like it.” He walked over to you and tilted your head up “what are you doing up this late anyway?” he said, slowly wiping away some of your tears with his thumb.
You broke out in sobs again, hiding your face in the palm of your hands “it’s just… the baby ladybug got separated from its mother- a- and it had to travel so long to find her- and- and right before it found her she died! She died Jay! Before she got to see her baby!”
Jason had never been more confused in his life. What the fuck are you talking about?
Curiously, he turned back to the TV, and to his surprise, he was met with the image of an animated children’s movie about bugs. His shoulders relaxed a little knowing that you weren’t in any real danger.
Pushing some strands out of your hair, he urged you to look back up at him. “Sweetheart, are you crying over a children’s movie right now?” You hid your face in the pillow next to you. This is so embarrassing you thought. “Babe, cmon look at me.”
You mustered up the courage and looked at him with teary eyes. “Hey, look at me, it’s fine”, he affirmed you. You hid your face in his chest. “We should probably get to you to sleep, huh” he whispered. You faintly nodded.
And that’s all it took before Jason picked you up, bridal-style, and carried you over to your shared bedroom. He plopped you onto the bed, before walking out to turn the TV off and going into the kitchen to drink a glass of cold water. This isn’t really how he imagined to spend his post-patrol time, but hey, at least you’re all okay.
Jason was halfway on his way to the bathroom, about to take his shower, before he heard your faint voice, “Jay?” you said, you sounded like a hurt puppy.
“Yeah doll?” he walked over to your bedroom, leaning on the door frame.
You pouted. “Can you please come to bed?” You said with big eyes.
He chuckled, “I have to shower, I just beat up like 20 bad guys, I stink.”
You frowned and turned on your side, facing the wall. “You can shower in the morning too, you know.” You mumbled.
“Yeah babe, I know. I’ll be back in a few, so don’t you worry. Try to get some sleep, ok?” he said, before grabbing a towel and walking towards the bathroom.
“I’m not gonna go to sleep without you” you muttered, though the your eyelids were growing heavier and heavier by the second.
Jason stepped out of the shower and put some gray sweatpants on. He grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen before heading to your guys’ bed, before being greeted by your sleeping form. Eyes closed and covers pulled up to your chin. There was a soft smile that tugged on Jason’s lips before he snuggled up next to you, his damp hair wetting the pillow.
Gripping your waist softly, he pulled your back flush against his chest and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the faint smell of the perfume you put on in the morning.
He could stay like this forever, he thought. With the feeling of you against him, with the feeling of knowing you’re safe, he quickly drifts to sleep too.
The words “I love you” barely escaping his lips before his body slumps against yours.
And he meant it.
sorry if this is bad I was bored and I’m feeling kid a down rn 💔
a/n: based off of my own jellycat addiction (I can’t help myself they’re soooo cute)
You were scrolling on the jellycat website (as one does in their free time) and gasped when you saw the cutest thing you had ever laid your eyes on.
You scrambled off the bed to show your boyfriend, who was getting ready to go on patrol.
“Jay! Look at these! Aren’t they just adorable?” You asked as you practically shoved your phone into his face.
Two marshmallows stared back at him as he took your phone from your hand. One was pink and the other was white. Sure they were cute but cute enough to spend $33 on? And they looked tiny.
“These look really small,” he said.
“they’re not that small. I mean they’re definitely smaller than some other ones I have, but that’s why they’re cheaper,” you explained.
Jason’s eyes widened. “There are some more expensive than this? Spending over $30 for a stuffed animal is insane.”
”but they’re jellycats! And they’re so cute,” you argued. You ran back into your shared bedroom to grab your favorite jellycat to show him.
you came back with a pink bunny that had flower print inside its ears and under its feet.
“isn’t she just adorable?” You asked.
“how much did this one cost?”
“…$50”
Jason let out a sigh and grabbed out his phone and wallet. “What’s the name of those things?”
“jellycats”
after he had finished paying for the marshmallows, and a surprise for you, he gave you a long kiss before putting his helmet on.
“I’ll try to be back before 3am, but don’t stay up for me,” he told you.
you kissed his helmet. “Be safe Jason, I love you!”
“love you too babe.”
A week later a package arrived for you. When you opened it you let out a squeal.
not only had Jason bought you the marshmallows, but he also bought you the prettiest jellycat bouquet.
Jason got a ton of kisses that night.
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cw: reader wears makeup, fluffy with a capital f, very short
Jason Todd loves to watch you when you do your makeup. He’s in absolute awe with your precision and skill.
He also loves asking you questions every time.
“how’d you do that?” He asks when you apply your eyeliner. “It matches your other eye perfectly.”
you roll your eyes playfully. “Shut up, it does not. They look like inbred cousins and they’re supposed to look like twins.”
he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “You need to stop criticizing yourself.”
he’s also terrified of your eyelash curler. Jason Todd has faced countless criminals and villains, and even death, but watching you use an eyelash curler makes him shiver.
“How does that not rip out your eyelashes?!”
“Lots of practice. Also you don’t pull on it. You keep it in the same spot at all times.”
He watches you in awe every morning as you get ready for work. Of course he thinks you’re gorgeous without makeup, but he knows you enjoy doing it.
“You know you don’t need makeup, right? You’re gorgeous with and without it,” he tells you almost every morning.
“I know,” you reply, your confidence has always amazed him, “but it’s fun. It’s like I’m painting a portrait of myself.”
He gives you kisses after you finish every step. And once you’ve finished your whole routine and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you for a minute just to murmur “my pretty girl” and give you a kiss.
okay, it’s more like ten kisses but who’s keeping track?
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They are so close to getting it and yet SO far off the mark at the same time.
Yes, we are being manipulated, indoctrinated and abused, but not because of people in our circle that are akin to Us (usually. not saying we are perfect to each other over here either), but by people that choose that rigid systems are the end all be all of life when that isnt true. It's actually clinically labelled as a cognitive distortion to thing that way in any capacity and it's called All-Or-Nothing/Black&White thinking.
Basically if things are simply true or false. No gradients, shades, hues, variables, statistical anomalies or oddities are permitted ESPECIALLY when they dont reflect ones own personal views. Problem is, not everyone experiences life the same, has the same experiences, processes those experiences the same or event to the same intensity.
A great example of this is that with hypnosis about 17% of people are particularly susceptible to it, about 17% are particularly resistant to it, and the other ~65% falls scattered across the spectrum with the bell curve tilted towards the lower end. It can be explained with numbers at least to give an idea of what we're trying to explain here.
Inside those experiences that CAN readily partake in hypnosis, there are different types of hypnosis (Recreational, stage, change work, and therapeutic) that each have their own sub categories, niches and goals.
Basically the world is a vast and asymmetrical experience to all of us and pretending it's anything else, is itself derealization. Being "Woke" is often just asking people to simply acknowledge words. that's it... if using your words is that hard for you, then you need significant empathy and interpersonal communication therapy and/or stop watching the news and actually go out to experience the world yourself. Most people on any side of any beliefs have genuinely good intentions, it's just that sometimes those intentions are misguided, misinformed or even straight up ignorance.
While it's not an excuse for bigotry, abuse, pain and trauma, understanding why is a step towards justice of everybody. "Woke" people dont want arbitrary rules to restrict others, we just wish to stop being persecuted for living in a way that non-woke/nuerotypical/otherwise ordinary people would prefer to live. Like many Christians and Cops in the US that have genuinely good intentions behind their beliefs even if they end up hurting others in the process. Many people today sit in either a hyper rational or hyper emotion state of mind and never consider seeing from the other side, this causes a disconnect in communication that neither side can solely fix without both parties coming together with both an emotional AND rational mind and letting preconceived biases sit on the floor while they talk at the table. Instead many people prefer to eat with garbage on their table. Would you have a guest over and leave literal garbage on your table while sitting with them and blaming them for the garbage? both sides play roles to the extreme and no side is pure or innocent of any wrong doing, period.
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Something about this video makes me feel so happy. Like colonizers literally purposefully tried to wipe this entire species off the face of the earth, yet they survived. And now their children get to dance and be joyful and enjoy childhood and I will protect that with everything I have.
