#coffee speaks | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

coffeeandbatboys · 10 days

Text

Screenshot from discord because I’m too weak to type it all out but this is what I found out last night.

Edit: please stop tagging this as Jessix/cloneship this is a cloneshippers DNI blog and I will block you if you tag it as such. I don’t care if you reblog, but please stop tagging this as a clone ship

#umbara arc #darkness on umbara #tcw kix #clone medic kix #clone trooper Kix #lieutenant jesse #tcw jesse #jesse tcw #arc trooper jesse #coffee speaks #star wars #the clone wars

74 notes · View notes

ninjas-and-coffee · 6 months

Text

I used to draw like this in highschool and wondered why nobody liked my art lmao

💀 💀 💀

Old vs newish so i don't die of embarrasment.

So talking time. I was into Ninjago since like 2013. I got my first art tablet in like 2015 and it had 0 and i mean 0 pen pressure. Which didn't help that my process was basically copying other cooler people. Most of these came out 2017-2018 Like damn i remember Erraday, artcanary, maypong, blackcat(this one might be wrong it was a while ago.) Some older ones i forgot the name of. When the nindroid jay comic was out. "Proselytized"from Prpldragon.

I am just floored that i'm still here. And HOLY SHIT ART PROGRESS

For the record this blog is not that old. This blog was started in like 2020 after i accidentally deleted my entire fucking account. But that one was started in 2018 and before that I had another account as like Ninjaofsugar? ninjaofmagics? i don't remember from like 2016. And no you won't recognize my art, it was shit back then and very sporadic. Took me a long ass time to find myself. And build a style that wasn't following tutorials or borrowing cheats from others' speedpaints. Seriously I had like 6 different art/identity crisis' depending on who i was following at the time. like tinylightningninja, wlop, ryky, squira130, spinningninjas, rossdraws, feefal, ProNastya, Sakimichan, ninja-tiddy, and others lmao. So yeah. If you squint at my art now you can see exactly which artist inspired different pieces of my art. My self indulgent gradient of peach to blue, too many sparkles, body proportions, hair styling, etc. All eventually molded into something that is completely me while also being like 20 other things. lol

Umm also about to hit 1k (which has never happened to me before holy shit! i think ill do a dtiy with prizes this time.) Before i didn't have prizes cause i fear commitment and have a fear of failure. BUT i'm better now so yeah. Coffees1k Lets GO!

#ninjago #art progress #jay #lloyd #morro #coffee speaks #coffee doodles #pixal #kai #personal post #old vs new #im only tagging characters first names so i can find this post later #coffee art

75 notes · View notes

coffee-beanz01 · 18 days

Text

Okay,since I'm feeling awfully paranoid currently about my Creepypasta ocs,I'll answer @gay-squirrel4 's ask about them soon, but I'm just gonna mention this right now..

Here are the NOS with my own characters:

-any shipping with my characters and another Creepypasta that's not mine.

- NSFW/Smut with them

-Claiming them as your own.

-Proshipping (get tf away from me if you do that in general)

- Being the start of any stereotypes (like what yall did To Nina,Toby and Masky...Masky ain't even a creepypasta- or any other creepypasta I've mentioned).

here are the OKAYS with my own characters:

- Art

- cosplay

-fanfics

- Gacha videos (NOT HEAT)

- Canon ships in my lore in art,cosplay,fanfics etc.

- to tag me when you create content for them

- make them as horrifying as possible!!!

- Chibi/cute art is fine,so are memes/jokes (just don't turn it into something like that cheesecake and waffle joke-)

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta fandom #my ocs #my oc #Coffee speaks

7 notes · View notes

coffee-and-cake · 8 months

Text

I remembered that i have a tumblr where I can share my fics with so of course imma my weirdest creation (Fic contains accidental forced infantilization pls keep this in mind when viewing) Tiny Turtle Big World

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanfiction #fanfic #coffee speaks #tmnt

3 notes · View notes

pijamkasam · 1 year

Text

barista doesn’t like us i guess 🥲

#coffee #coffetime #coffee speaks #coffee drawing

3 notes · View notes

necroticcoffee · 1 year

Note

Your blog background has the same bpm as I Gotta Feeling by black eyed peas

One of the asks Ever. I thank you kind stranger 🙏🏽🙏🏽 very pleasant information to receive 😪

#coffee speaks

4 notes · View notes

julia-fire-twothousandone · 2 years

Text

☕

16 notes · View notes

enderevynne · 1 year

Text

Just last night I realized you can brighten up the game and I cranked that thing all the way up and it’s annoyingly bright and low contrast when I play but sooooo muuuch easier to gif omg

#Dragon Age #Dragon Age Inquisition #dai #da:i #Dragon Age: Inquisition #I learned something #Things of import #Coffee speaks #Adventures in learning to gif

2 notes · View notes

badseed-63 · 1 year

Photo

www.badseedphoto.com

5 notes · View notes

gutsby · 2 days

Text

Ruined!

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Warnings: 18+. Peepaw brainrot + a dash of anorgasmia. Unprotected p-in-v, cockwarming, age gap, daddy kink.

Note: Finals are whooping my ass left & right. This is a quickie.

Word count: 1.2k | Part of the Waiting Game ‘verse

Surely he was hurting you now.

Joel Miller had a kink for many, many fun activities, but splitting a sweet young thing like you over his cock to the point you were almost in tears was just not one of them.

At the same time your poor, surely-bruised walls pulsed around his hardened length, he felt a pang of guilt. His balls were pressed against your ass like two lead weights, soaked with the remains of your third release, and his mind was at war with itself—keep fucking you like this? Pull out and offer his sincerest apologies for not being able to cum? A boy your age would’ve never had you waiting around like that, aching around his cock, much less begging for something as simple as a cumshot.

He decided to go straight to the source. Leaning over your prone body on the bed before him, he was careful not to rut his hips or jostle his dick around too much.

Joel pressed a hot, stubbled kiss to your cheek, then:

“‘S’it too much, baby? She need a break, maybe?”

Joel thumbed at that space where your body ended and his began and nearly lost his mind to the pearly-white slick that had accumulated with time. Two hours time, he had to remind himself while you moaned and writhed and bucked your ass back. Your cunt was choking him.

Crying, too.

Your eyes flew open the moment his words reached you.

“You kiddin’ me, Miller?! I could do this shit all day.”

Sometimes Joel forgot you were only in your twenties. Really, the thought only occasionally crossed his mind in moments like these—or when your father, his best friend, happened to bring you up—but when it did, it hit him hard. You were young. Lively. Surely far too spry and full of life to be messing around with a man as old as him.

Joel’s guilt ran almost commensurate with his pleasure when he felt you anchor your feet on the bed and start to fuck yourself back and forth over his still-throbbing dick.

Almost.

He planted a hand beside your head and grinned. He let you fuck him. Felt you pull off, crawl up the bed a little, then beckon him back to your body, where your ass was now pointing up and your back was arched in invitation.

Almost.

“You know I can’t sleep without your cum inside me.”

And you made a point to spread your knees and look behind you with a smile as sweet as Milo’s tea, fingers drumming a beat against the bedspread in anticipation.

“You do wanna fill me up, don’t you, daddy?” you teased.

Yeah, no. The guilt was gone. Joel could worry about being a depraved old man when he was done cumming.

Then he was back inside you, driving his hips until every last inch of him was wrapped snug within your wet and velvety embrace, and he sighed. A real protracted one, like the kind he was liable to exhale after climbing two flights of stairs, or else just hoisting himself off the sofa. Or lifting you in his arms and fucking you hard against the hood of his Bronco. Any time. Any place. You were kind enough to oblige him with the best cardio of his life, so the least Joel could do now was make you cum again.

He snatched your hands up in one of his own and placed your wrists at the base of your spine. With his other, free set of fingers he took to rubbing your clit gently.

“SON OF A—”

“—good girl.”

You let out a bloodcurdling scream into your pillow and secretly hoped this man’s dick would never deflate again. Not with the way he was sawing his thing back and forth and dragging you to the edge, circling your clit like you were the single most precious thing in the world to him.

“Oh, sweet pea, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

Like he could feel the tears staining the cushion himself.

“Mmrooonme,” you cried into it, voice garbled by cotton.

“What’s’at, honey? Can’t hear ya.”

Joel then bent at the waist, pretending to be leaning in to hear you better, when really he knew he’d be digging in your guts with that big, bulbous head of his and making you squeal again. Hands still held captive behind you, you inched your chin back on the pillow so your moans could be heard even louder while Joel sped up.

“You— ruined me,” you repeated. Now clear as ever.

Joel tried to hide his smile and glanced down between your body and his. Then, while his ring finger joined the other two to make their tight, light circles, he returned,

“Ruined? Pussy feels just fine t’me.”

You’d kill him if he wasn’t so good at this. You turned your head more to meet his eyes from the corner of yours.

“No. Ruined me. For anyone else.”

Probably forever.

“Good.”

You knew he liked it that way.

You saw it in his eyes. Felt it in his touch. The hefty, broad, and greying Joel Miller had been loafing around on this earth long enough to know how to claim what was his. When his hips knocked yours to lay you flat on the bed, you already knew what was coming next.

First, his arms came to rest on either side of your body.

“Shit,” you whimpered.

Next, his lips went trailing down to your ear.

“Just a little more, sugar—that’s it,” he murmured while his hips sank in, and you felt that big, delicious stretch.

Then he released your hands so they were free to squeeze the sheets, and when they did, his moved over them—lacing his fingers through your own—and his lips pressed a kiss to your jaw. He held you in a tender grasp. His breath was hot on your neck, and the whole of his body was blanketing yours. Joel knew you liked it like that, which is why he made sure not to leave an inch of space in between. He was grunting, rutting, holding you close while his cock drilled a maddening pace inside you.

“You ruined me too, y’know,” he mumbled into your skin.

His nose was flush with the side of your cheek, nudging inward. Begging you to turn your head just a little more so he could kiss you. Weak as you were, you obliged.

And you moaned against that grey, stubbled chin of his when the thrusts above you had your cunt grinding the bed, rubbing that soft and helpless nub on the sheets.

“C’mon— let daddy have it,” he growled, “Let daddy have it and make it his, huh? That okay by you, baby?”

It was.

More than okay, as confirmed by the orgasm that tore through your body moments later while your teeth sank into the flesh of Joel’s lower lip and your cunt clenched and soaked over him whole. Joel wedged his tongue in your mouth and fucked you through it. His broad and callused hands were like iron around your own, holding you tight and keeping you still amidst a maelstrom of pleasure that combed over your every last nerve.

He licked into your mouth. Licked over it. Took the sick and distinct pleasure of knowing no one but him got to see you like this, with your jaw hanging slack and your eyes rolling back and your whines repeating quietly, ‘Daddydaddypleasedaddyfuckohfuckdontstop.’

Maybe ruined wasn’t such a bad thing to be at all.

#NOBODY SPEAK TO ME UNTIL I’VE HAD MY MORNING COFFEE #AND BY MORNING COFFEE I MEAN THIS MAN’S LOAD IN MY MOUTH #PREFERABLY FOLLOWED BY AN OLD FASHIONED #joel miller smut #joel miller #joel miller tlou #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #the last of us fic #joel miller x you

1K notes · View notes

hawnks · 3 months

Text

Gojo is lonely. Not just in the big, existential sense.

He doesn’t have anyone to tell about his day. He doesn’t have anyone to go try out that new restaurant with. He has so many movies because he has no one to talk to.

#based on my recent observations #I think he would LOVE to just go out for coffee and gossip #who does he have to speak to on a regular basis? shoko? shoko who is so so so busy?#nanami? who kind of hates him #yuuta was right gojo doesn’t have any friends :(#he should be at the club…….

1K notes · View notes

coffeeandbatboys · 1 month

Text

ok but hear me out

Kix in glasses

#star wars #clone medic kix #kix x reader #clone trooper kix #tcw kix #kix #501st #The clone wars #coffee speaks

147 notes · View notes

ninjas-and-coffee · 1 month

Text

Ninjago:DR just happened to be playing and Lloyd casually drops he's a literally a demigod followed by "never came up"

#this bitch #i should watch this i just havent made myself waych crystallized yet #so i havent seen DR #ninjago #coffee speaks #also sentient geckos

21 notes · View notes

gingerbreadandcinnamon · 2 years

Text

I am very normal

#coffee break #coffee speaks

0 notes

deviljesterlamb · 6 months

Text

Imagine Satan running up to you in a panic, hiding something under his shirt. Then he just says "RUN AND DON'T STOP RUNNING UNTIL YOU KNOW IT'S SAFE AGAIN." And he pulls out a cat from under his shirt, and shoves it under your shirt without warning. Then you hear Lucifer yelling out Satan's name in the most demonic tone ever. Which Satan panics more from and starts shoving you out of the nearest window while saying "RUN!!!"

#trying to get rid of my dissociation rn with strong coffee and this idea just hit me. lol #;jester sheep speaks ☕️#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me imagine

2K notes · View notes

coffee-and-cake · 2 years

Text

Hnnnggggg i wanna do httyd stuff again but old obsessions are draging me back to them

#coffee speaks #random #rambles

0 notes