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though one of the sexiest things about him is his mind. how much he knew, like random facts that would win you a grand prize in a game show about books or historical events. or even about you and what makes you tick. where you liked to eat and how youâd crack your knuckles. he always knew.
his attention to detail was unmatched because he is an amazing observer.
he knew you so deeply that it was like he studied you in the same way he searched for information. kept your image close to his heart and burned it to memory like a brand.
but you hadnât yet gotten further with jason other than making out hard and panting even harder, you knew he was the type to prioritize your pleasure over his. when you started touching more intimately, he saw how much you liked him and felt more confident in how heavily he felt for you. heâd hold those moments with the same tenderness he held your hand with on your first date, devotion leaking from his pores.
jason wasnât prepared to see how he could completely ruin you when it translated to bed. he didnât even know he was capable of it, though once he got a taste, he knew he was unconditionally yours. mapping out roads around your body and marking the spot that made you make the most noises. memorizing the map that led to what he really wanted.
the first time was after a week that was horribly cold and you clung to jason like a second skin. overtime, his warm hands fell to between your thighs and when you didnât stop him, he continued. shakily, more afraid of hurting you than anything else. though entirely skilled, he knew exactly what makes you tick. every single button he pressed made the experience all the more memorable. every touch and every praise, jason made it comfortable and safe like it was his priority because it is.
now its getting hot and heavy. heâs got you pinned under him hand running up your side while he just barely restrained himself. taking your panties off of you so slowly, unwrapping you like a gift he is oh so grateful to receive.
as though heâs afraid of hurting you somehow.
dragging his heavy, weeping tip through your folds. letting the weight rest against you after prepping for what felt like eternity. the resistance is hardly there at this point, but even now, jasonâs bigger than anyone could gauge. what youâd imagined in your mind was ten times fold with him and the girth he harboured was a little daunting.
âi got you princess.â he breathes. âwill you let me in?â
eyes staring into his as heart shapes form in the thin air, you nod breathlessly.
youâre not one to back down from a challenge, right?
then he presses forward and kisses you at the same time, swallowing down the gasp that took your breath. only an inch inside and heâs the one shaking already, cupping your face with one hand and fisting the bedsheet by your head with the other.
the stretch is incredible. the sheer size of him both unwarranted and ridiculously impressive. but when you consider his soft spoken voice and the gentle rasp that shook you to your core, it only made your arousal greater.
he drops his head to your cheek and kisses your face gently. then he lets his lips trail down your jaw, licking down then he could tuck his head in your neck and breathe you in. rocking into you slow like he was afraid to fully seat himself inside.
jason whimpers your name softly when you tense. âease up ma.â before letting a hand circle your clit.
âiâm sorry,â breath shakily as you wrap your ankles around his back. âyouâre really big.â
something in his perfect face melts and his lips upturn. he stops his hips from moving any further. âdonât apologize to me, i should be doing that. god, please donât tell me iâm hurting you.â
but the wait was eating you up. the feeling of him there and not giving you it all was building and the ache was defeaning.
you needed all of him.
you shake your head and try to buck into him further, but jasonâs hand shifts to your hip and holds you firm. still holding himself back for some reason unknown to you. a whine slips from your lips when you try to get closer and he groans like the action was ruining him.
this time, you decide to plead. âi want it all jayâ
blinking down at you, he shifts his gaze from eye to eye. needing the reassurance as though he truly believed you were saving his feelings.
âare you sure?â
you nod and part your lips, biting your lip softly as the pressure rests there. âplease.â
then jason leans down and you think heâs going to kiss you. plump lips pink and swollen with tension as he washes his eyes over your face. resting his forehead on yours before closing his eyes and still not moving his hips yet. just letting the weight of what would fill you stay just in reach but out of touch.
like a threat thatâs more like a promise.
âi love you so much.â he admits before pressing his lips to yours, muffling any response you couldâve had.
you moan into his mouth then, half surprise and pleasure. the feeling was unreal. the stretch around him stole the air from your lungs even though he was moving so slowly.
he pressed forward and despite the pleasureful pain it caused, letting your ankles dig into his back and pull him deeper until he was fully seated inside you. a tear slips down your face just as he parts from you to breathe and a cry escapes past your lips.
the sound is enough to startle jason and halt any movement. he pulls back as your tear strikes fear echoes across on his face, thinking you were in pain from him doing.
âshitâdid i hurt you?â
taking a moment to compose yourself, you shake your head warily. âno,â the sound another muffled cry as he stayed impossibly still, unsure what to do.
âsweetheart, youâre crying,â leaning back trying to pull his weight off of you.
though you donât let him move far, tightening your hold on him and locking your ankles.
âstay,â gripping him close for dear life.
his eyes stay unwavering and his hips stay still. he reaches up for your face again and brushes his thumb over your cheek before he nods at your determination.
âokay,â shakily he says. âbut if it hurtsââ
âit doesnât.â you quickly interrupt. âi promise, it feels good.â
a slow smile creeps up his face. âyeah? you feel good?â
you nod again and stare straight at his lips, urging him on. slowly his resolve crumbles and he lands closer to your face to kiss you once again. pressing his perfect lips to yours like a seal and a lock.
just then he adjusts his hips, shifting them forward and rocking into you. he watches as your breath hitches and your fingernails dig into your palms. head drawing back to drown into the pillow beneath it. he groans at the slight resistance created in the friction but eases up until you let him in so easily. hands on your hips tight but not hurting, just enough to remind you where he was.
he takes your hands and pries your fingers up, interlocking them with his to distract you from the sensation. slowly inching his way inside until the tears in your eyes were accompanied by gentle moans.
then you drag him closer once again and he lets you interlock your ankles behind him.
âlet me do the work,â panting by your ear. âlet me show you how i love you.â
wiping your tears, his teeth shine brightly as he smiles and soothingly strokes your face. impossible gentleness from his calloused hands. when the words die, he converses with his eyes you could drown inside of.
finally he bottoms out with a soft sputter on his tongue, completely unable to mask his weight behind his heavy hips, touching your cervix from this angle. nailing dig into his hand, needing to be grounded and feel him completely, jason pants heavily. he brings your hands up higher until they rested just above your head. the loving frame he posed you in was so evident you could cry. instead, you paint him in the same light.
the ministrations resume and he moves with less restraint than youâd started with. watching how your expressions changed and the sounds escaped your lips quicker with every movement.
his deep thrusts couldâve knocked the air from your lungs but he was doing it so slowly as he inched himself further, it melted away. pleasureful bliss blooms across your skin as he kisses your neck. leaving open mouthed smooches up to your face and worked back down, surely leaving marks in their wake.
âplease jay,â moaning out as though he wasnât already fucking you. âmore.â
jason fucks you like he was about to lose you then, when he looks up and sees your eyes rolling and the tear streaks on your face. letting go of your arms to lift you up and over him. he rolls onto his back and seats you in his lap, never pulling completely out, just enough that you feel what youâd need to retake.
âokay princess,â he coos. âiâll help, yeah?â
already exhausted but willingly to please him, you grip his shoulders and start to grind down into him. he cups your ass and lifts you up, letting your weight back onto him over and over. the mix of your arousal making it easier to fuck up into you as he holds you effortlessly. shifting your hips against him weakly, jason decides to take up the task entirely but not until he really sees you struggle to fit him inside you.
a couple more whines escape you as you attempt to move, taking an inch deeper just to grind against his pelvis. minutes go by like this, when he tries to tell you itâs okay and he can do it, you shake your head like youâre already gone. then you tell him you can handle it.
both of you know you canât.
another roll of your hips against his where a broken moan pulls him out his head causes jasonâs brain to flip. he doesnât just hold you anymore, no, he starts to get meaner. not like he wants to hurt you, but he wanted to give you what heâs wanted all nightâto fuck you full.
thrusting up again and again while he watches your face contort, slowly melting onto his chest while he sits up further. moving you up and down onto him, biting his lips to control his moans when you whimper his name. then he canât even hide that. groans and moans, gasps and sighsâthey fill your ears like sinful symphony as he works himself up further. he listens to the praises you say in his ear while he does the work you shouldâve, fucking up into you as though on a mission. his pace picks up as he feels you moving back into him, matching his thrusts with your own.
the peak sneaks up on you when he tangles his hand in your hair to get a look at your face. pulling just enough to see your expression and gasp when he continues his ministrations.
âi wanna watch you let go for me.â nearly whining when he admits. âyou gonna let me come inside you? please?â his breathy voice coaxing you.
vigorously you nod as his pace begins to falter and his thrusts only become deeper as though he wanted to get closer.
itâs enough to spur you on. enough to push you right over the edge as you see his pink, bitten lips and the flush on his cheeks. the ruffle in his hair that proved how long this had been going on for. he looked so incredibly hot, you could die a happy woman tonight just from his good heâs fucked you.
through the peak, he carries you over, not stopping and not pausing his filthy promises. youâre clamping down around him when he sputters your name, groaning harshly and prolonging the feeling. you can feel him reaching his climax, bucking into you and movements stuttering. when he comes, you feel the pulses as he fills you. rope after rope painting you white from within. the waves of intense pleasure as his veins drag and he starts overstimulates himself. then he reaches between you to circle your sensitive bud, thrusting sloppily as youâre limp against him and throwing you into another orgasm.
practically screaming his name as you muffle a cry into his shoulder, barring your teeth and taking a bite of his supple skin. shaking as he fucks you through another climax and pushes his seed deeper inside. hand slipping off his shoulder as he slows his movements. groaning softly by your ear as he makes shallow bucks as though he didnât want this to end.
but fucked out in his arms is his lover, drenched in sweat and slick that he didnât know had even reached those places. and still, he was buried inside you with no indication of wanting to move.
minutes go by like this, both of you entirely spent and trying to catch your breath. heâs first to look at you and ensure that he hadnât harmed you. eyes closed and lips parted, panting hard like youâd run a marathon as jason looks the same. leaning back further just to see the look on your face, jason kisses your forehead then.
âwas that okay?â he twists at your heartstrings. âdid i hurt you?â
still he was questioning himself and you were just coherent enough to shake your head and speak in a slur. âyouâre perfect. my perfect boy.â
the breathy words only made him smile. his grin wide and toothy as he kisses the top of your head over and over. ignoring how your hair stuck to your head, hoping youâd do the same to him.
âsweet baby.â murmuring between his rough kisses that felt like cuteness aggression towards you. âi love you so, so much.â
you hum as you nuzzle into his chest. âmmhmf, i love you too.â
still cheesing, he holds you tight against him. part of him felt like he was dreaming with how much he loved you. his body shaking with restraint as he twitched inside you but he knew you were too exhausted to go again. leaning himself back onto the mattress to tuck you against him further, holding you there like something sacred. as though you would run or get taken away if he faltered his hold at all.
the hold on you only grounding as though you were floating over your body still, ghosting like heâd fucked you into the afterlife. sleep eases its way through your body and jason absorbs it.
only minutes later youâre completely asleep, snoring peacefully as jason drools on your head.
and thereâs no place youâd rather be.
forgive me for this filth. iâm never a normal person when iâm ovulatingâŠ
Hey, unpopular opinion, apparently. But people donât just âhave pain for no reasonâ doctors say this all the time (especially to women and chronically ill people) and the truth is, Thats literally not possible. Even if your pains are psychosomatic (a word I hesitate to even use because of the way its used so often) there is a reason you are having those pains whether its mental illness, abuse, etc. If your doctor consistently tells you that âwell some people just have pain for no reasonâ get a new doctor. Thatâs a doctor who is not going to give a shit what your actual symptoms or experiences are.
I just wanna add to clarify the psychosomatic thing.
That word DOES NOT MEAN youâre making it up. It doesnât mean youâre imagining the symptom. What it means is that the symptom ISNâT DIRECTLY CAUSED BY ANY OF THE THINGS THAT WOULD NORMALLY CAUSE IT.
I fought to get a PCOS diagnosis for 2 and a half years. For the ENTIRE time I was fighting, I was dealing with 3 cysts that were not going away by themselves and eventually required surgery to remove. At one point close to the end of the battle, I suddenly went blind. I was visiting my parents and was standing on the veranda looking out over the tree we had planted in memory of my dog and suddenly I got one of the shooting pains that I was quite frankly used to at that point and my vision started to go dark. It was like the sun was setting while being completely hidden behind storm clouds but it was 2pm in the middle of Summer on a clear day. Within about 30 seconds I couldnât see ANYTHING. I was 27 years old and I was screaming for my mother.
My mum raced me to her doctor (he was a 15 minute drive away as opposed to 45 minutes to the nearest hospital) and he quickly worked out that there was nothing wrong with my eyes and what had happened was totally unrelated to them. Then he said it was psychosomatic and I freaked out, yelling that I was NOT making this up and I definitely wasnât imagining it. Very quickly he calmed me down and said he believed me and I had misunderstood. He explained that whatever was going on with my abdominal pains (he suggested PCOS which I hadnât even heard of at that point) had been ignored for so long that my body was starting to do things other than the normal pain response to try to draw my attention to the problem. My sight going was my body basically jumping around in front of me going âHEY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME HELLLOOOOOOO??????â
He gave me some prescription strength painkillers and my sight started to come back as soon as they started to kick in. About 45 minutes after it started I could see well enough to walk around without help and within a day and a half I was back to normal. On top of that I finally had a scan booked to figure out what the hell was causing all the pain.
Psychosomatic symptoms are NOT imagined or fabricated or happening for âno reasonâ. Experiencing them DOES NOT make you a liar. It makes you someone who has been battling with something serious for so long that your own body has started to get impatient with you.
Psychosomatic symptoms are literally your body flipping random alarm switches just to get any alarm blaring because youâve been ignoring the regular ones
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so. not to doxx myself (i've talked about this here before though) but i live in Kansas. and my license was just revoked very suddenly and immediately because i'm trans and had changed my gender marker.
so now i cannot legally drive or vote until/unless i let them force me to carry around a card that misgenders me and outs me as trans, because i certainly don't look female anymore.
so hey if you have the means and want to help with any of this, please consider donating to the ACLU of Kansas because they are at least going to try to do something to push back against this, and i'm such a panicky wreck that the only thing i can do to get through my immediate gut reaction to having my license revoked tonight (i cannot stress enough that i received the letter today saying that my license is no longer valid tomorrow) is focus on the fact that there's at least one entity trying to protect me and my fellow trans kansans.
If you also want to help fund our trans siblings getting the fuck out of Kansas, the Trans Continental Pipeline is funding relocations to Colorado and they're currently overloaded with requests and long wait times. Colorado borders Kansas, so anything you can spare can mean immediate safety and community support for trans folk fleeing persecution by their state, as well as building up community rapport for organizing against this kind of legislation.
At TCP, our mission is to help Queer and 2SLGBTQIA+ people move from unsafe environments to Colorado and provide connections and resources t
I'm sorry if this makes me a bad prison abolitionist but I do think that rapists and kid touchers should have their lives ruined, especially with this Epstein shit. Like I thought we agreed sexual violence was the one crime that is totally inexcusable. y'all act like sex offenders especially the white, upper middle class ones arent some of the most protected people in the world. They more often than not barely actually serve out a sentence thats if they even get sentenced at all.
okay. i just think that Black ppl shouldnât be expected to âgracefullyâ handle being called racial slurs to accommodate anyone. in a moment meant to be a celebration of their accomplishments at an awards show with a history of racism & exclusion no less. words have effect regardless of intent, it doesnât magically negate harm. and had michael & delroy reacted differently they would not be given the same understanding.
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Fucking Cummins prison!! I just listened to a whole behind the bastards episode about the blood they harvested/coerced prisoners into giving and the horrible conditions there. It was the only way prisoners were allowed to make money in prison. I donât know whatâs changed, but they were so cheap that they were reusing needles (among many other problems), infecting people with HIV and Hepatitis, and eventually tainting blood and blood product that went on to infect other people.
You can find that episode here, or look at the Wikipedia article here.
the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw
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-> âwhy wasnât this book listed?â probably because it wasnât black sapphic-centric, the author isnât a black sapphic themself, or i just simply havenât heard of it! so feel free to add on if it meets those two criteria
many of these books require trigger warnings, especially some of the older ones that are more likely to feature racial struggles of the time. please do your due diligence and search for tws if you want to read them!
please feel free to add onto this list in the rbs or comments! happy black history month
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im gonna be real i cant help but feel a lot of bitterness regarding the murders happening by ice bc so so so many white ppl r openly admitting they r fine with police state violence as long as it does not harm white bodies âŠ..the expectation of harm on black bodies is known, they know, theyve always known, they just like playing dumb
if a black woman did the same thing sabrina carpenter does she would not get a fraction of fame or be actively bashed as a nastttty slut for doing it and i know this is true bc whenver we talk about white pop girls vs black pop girls the black ones r always talked about as more vulgar and perverse meanwhile their peers like ariana grande r making songs about getting fucked so hard she canât walk but bc shes white she still gets to be called dainty and delicate and a uwu soft girlie
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