#Engagement im Alter

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happy homestuck to those who celebrate...

[luck-of-the-drawings]

THERES SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENING IN THE TOWN OF GOLDEN GULCH The miners have been in the mines for months, when they should have gotten a chance to come home by now. The mayor says they found something great within the earth! Something magical and powerful and the miners cannot return until it is thoroughly unearthed! He cannot say what it is yet, but this new discovery will usher in a new age of progress and technology! Meanwhile, the mayors guard has been increasing in numbers and fire power. The sheriff and his crew now only patrol at night, and the weapons his soldiers carry are getting stranger and stronger. What otherworldly influences are infecting this town? Perhaps it is an unlikely crew of rebels that will uncover these secrets

[what-even-is-sleep]

TUMBLR WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS.

COMMUNITIES TAB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LOWER BAR???!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡

[fagsystem]

its really hard to tell if some of yall are being purposefully ignorant, or if yall genuinely dont know the context of what people are ACTUALLY talking about

[superokayy]

remember in howls moving castle when sophie went back in time to the meadow where howl was when he was a kid (teenager??) and told him to come find her in the future and then howl DID find her in the future and said "there you are dear ive been looking for you" ?

well im sittin here smoking a joint and wondering if that makes her kind of a groomer????

[uceyliyahh]

MAIN ONE

summary: you are his main one, the person who he can call just to blow off some steam when him and his girl get into it.

warnings contain: manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, entitlement, unprotected sex, breeding, fighting, sex tapes, hair pulling, spanking, etc.

word count: 9.k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

Jimmy Uso x Blanca

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

again mdni you have been warned.

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Blanca stuck to her usual routine, heading to her afternoon shifts while avoiding Jimmy, despite having made a hollow promise to him that she wouldn’t hide. She felt no need to alter the status quo just because he had slept with her at the club the previous night.

She refused to let her life be centered on him any longer. This time, she decided to silence her phone and ignore his texts and calls, activating Do Not Disturb. She was done allowing him to manipulate her; the endless cat-and-mouse game had worn her out.

She engaged in this for her mental well-being, as the strain of managing everything secretly, while his girlfriend remained oblivious to her existence, was becoming overwhelming. She no longer wanted to feel like a mere plaything.

Blanca was busy at work, tidying up the cups as the afternoons had been quite lively—customers were frequently arriving, departing, or socializing with their friends.

Blanca was mostly unfazed by the chatter of her colleagues discussing personal matters, unless one of them revealed juicy details about someone that piqued her curiosity. While tidying up the bar, she was startled by the sudden crash of the door swinging open, prompting her to turn her head in surprise.

Jimmy's girlfriend burst into the room, visibly upset and seething with rage as she searched for Blanca. The moment her gaze fell upon her, she began striding toward her, shoving aside the patrons seated at the bar.

Confronting Blanca directly.

“So you must be the bitch that he’s been fucking.” Trinity said. “He comes home late at night smelling like you! And then take showers afterwards!” She continued.

Blanca set the rag aside with the glass cup as she dried her hands, fully aware that this decision would eventually backfire on her. With a deep sigh, she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I told him that we shouldn’t be doing this but he didn't listen.” Blanca responded. “He kept on pushing and pushing it with it.” Blanca was acutely aware, buried deep within her thoughts, that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't truly escape him—he was well aware of her workplace and her home. In fact, he even knew she was at Bianca's house, seeking refuge from him.

He knew her every move trying to catch her slip up.

Trinity had chuckled while placing her hands over her hips, “you want me to believe that shit? That fake ass answer? You want him! And you tryna take him away from me!”

“I don’t fucking want him actually! I don’t know how you can deal with a man like him!” Blanca leaned back, her mind unable to escape the vivid memories of the previous day with Jimmy. She recalled the intensity of their encounter against the restroom wall, the way he had taken her, and the tenderness he showed afterward as he cared for her.

She was captivated by him, his words echoing in her mind, stubbornly lingering despite her attempts to push them away.

‘You know yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere, you’re here to stay no matter how many times you try to convince yourself otherwise you belong to me.’

The echoes of his words lingered in her thoughts, a persistent reminder that she was his primary and sole partner, and that no one could ever take the place of what they shared.

It was them against the world

“If you didn’t want him then why the fuck do you keep coming back? I mean is his dick really that good?” It was undeniably impressive how he could have her contorted like a chair, thrusting deep within her repeatedly, and on top of that, bringing her to the point of ecstasy was truly exceptional.

Blanca scoffed at her, “I don’t have time to deal with this shit you and him need to talk about this instead of coming up to my damn job messing with me.” She was about to walk away until Trinity had said something.

“Oh you will have time today bitch! Because you ain’t finna just walk away from me.” 

Blanca let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. Why couldn't this girl see the obvious—that her boyfriend was being unfaithful and needed to be confronted about it? “Girl, fuck you. Maybe if you wasn’t stressing his ass out all the time he wouldn’t be fucking me now would he?” The whole entire bar got silent as Blanca could see Trinity’s face getting all angry.

“You pussy is not even that good.” That made Blanca chuckle at her. “What’s funny bitch!”

“That’s funny you know, if my shit wasn’t good he wouldn’t be running back for more unlike you—must not be doing your job right baby girl.” Trinity scaled the bar, seizing Blanca by her hair and yanking her across the table, unleashing a flurry of punches to her face.

The onlookers were in shock, their hands covering their mouths as they witnessed the dramatic scene unfold before their eyes. Blanca succeeded in pinning Trinity to the ground, positioning herself above her and forcing Trinity's head against the wooden floor. With a flurry of punches, she struck Trinity's face repeatedly, breaking her lip in retaliation for the earlier blows she had received.

Blanca had time today she did.

She stood up, seizing Trinity by the hair and yanking her around like a lifeless doll, landing blows to her stomach. It was hard to believe she was losing her composure over the mess with Jimmy.

Amidst the chaos, shards of glass shattered and tables toppled as they exchanged fierce blows. Trinity had forcefully brought Blanca down to the floor, and while standing tall, she delivered a brutal kick to Blanca's stomach, causing a surge of agony to wash over her face.

“You fucking slut! He doesn’t fuck with you dirty bitch!” Trinity hissed in frustration while relentlessly driving her kicks into her abdomen.

Blanca wrenched Trinity's ankle, causing her to crash onto the back of her head with a cry. Seizing the moment, Blanca stomped her down into the ground before climbing on top once more, ensuring she left a bruise and a swollen eye as a lasting reminder of their encounter.

Trinity slammed her head onto the hardwood floor before locking Blanca in a chokehold. As chaos erupted, Blanca's coworkers rushed in to separate the two, with one restraining Blanca while the other held back the struggling and screaming Trinity, whose cries echoed loudly.

“You fucking bitch! When I see yo’ ass it’s up there!” Trinity shouted.

“Fuck you!” Blanca felt a sense of satisfaction as she looked at Trinity's face, marred by dark purple bruises encircling her eye and a bloodied nose.

Blanca's coworkers moved her to the back while they dealt with getting Trinity out of the bar, her screams echoing in the air. She noticed blood on the tips of her fingers as she touched her lips.

one of her coworkers handed Blanca an ice pack for her stomach after Trinity had delivered a hard kick, leaving a bruise in its wake.

“You good Bia?” One of her coworkers asked.

“Yeah, I’m good yall I promise.” Blanca replied while making her way to the bathroom to tend to her split lip.

She took a paper towel, dampening it with warm water, and gently pressed it against her lip as she gazed into the mirror. Inspecting her reflection, she searched for any additional injuries, relieved to find that aside from her swollen bottom lip and bruised ribs, she was otherwise unscathed.

Blanca had reached her breaking point after tonight's date with him. She realized it was time to sever ties because she refused to compromise her own character for his girlfriend. Jimmy needed to sort things out with Trinity and stop bothering her.

As she pulled her phone from her pocket, she felt it vibrate with notifications. To her surprise, it was him sending her a message.

SlimJim🫠💦 sent a message 

SlimJim🫠💦: you promised me you wouldn’t do this again mamas

She rolled her eyes.

Bibi💓: nigga fuck you respectfully I do what the fuck I want 

Blanca examined her lip, noticing that blood continued to seep from it. Realizing that warm water wouldn't provide any relief, she made her way to the medical box for which she had the key. After unlocking it, she retrieved a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a few cotton balls before closing the box once more.

She returned to the sink, setting the hydrogen peroxide down as her phone buzzed to life. Recognizing his number, she chose to ignore the call, unwilling to engage with his nonsense.

Blanca uncapped the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, letting a few drops soak into the cotton ball. She silently prayed, bracing herself for the sharp sting she knew was coming.

She pressed the cotton ball against her split lip, wincing as the sting shot through her, prompting a sharp hiss of pain. Despite the discomfort, she knew she had to tend to her bottom lip to promote healing and halt the bleeding. Meanwhile, her phone buzzed incessantly with Jimmy's calls, each one escalating her irritation.

She was this close—this fucking close to crashing out on this nigga.

As soon as her phone ceased its incessant buzzing, she noticed a flurry of notifications from him, flooding in one after another like a maniacal ex-boyfriend.

SlimJim🫠💦: Blanca answer yo’ fucking phone  SlimJim🫠💦: don’t fucking act like I won’t come up there to your job SlimJim🫠💦: talking about fuck me little girl don’t fucking play with me SlimJim🫠💦: aight since you don’t wanna answer my messages I got something for that ass don’t worry about it baby girl

She let out a heavy sigh while tending to the cut on her swollen lip, wishing fervently that the turmoil between them would come to an end so that life could return to its usual rhythm.

After finishing her shift, Blanca made her way to Bianca's place, eager to unwind. She was well aware that her best friend had a blunt ready for her. As she pulled into Bianca's driveway, just like she always did, a sudden engine roar from behind caught her off guard. Turning around, her heart dropped as she spotted a Hellcat parked right in front of Bianca's house.

He lowered the window and shouted for her, but she ignored him, pounding on the door and urging Bianca to let her in before this guy could grab her. As soon as Bianca opened the door, Blanca shoved her inside and slammed it shut behind them.

“Girl, what the actual fuck is going on?” Bianca asked with her hands on her hips.

“A lot bitch, a lot has been happening today bro and I’m finna crash the fuck out bad.” Blanca responded by running her hands through her hair.

Just as Bianca was about to gather more details from her best friend, a loud bang on the door startled them both. Rushing to the peephole, Bianca peered out to find Jimmy furiously pounding on the door like a man possessed.

She glanced at Blanca, gesturing for her to go upstairs. Blanca ascended the steps, cautiously peeking out to assess what was happening. Meanwhile, Bianca had opened the door to find Jimmy standing there, visibly angry.

“Where the fuck she at Bianca?” Jimmy inquired, his tone brimming with hostility.

“She’s not here Jimmy.” She said while folding her arms.

“Bullshit, B. I’ve seen her come in this bitch so tell me where the fuck she at?” Blanca watched the situation intensify, doing her best to remain silent—what was it about this man that filled her with fear?

At that moment, a noise escaped her lips as the stairs creaked, drawing his attention. Blanca muttered a curse under her breath, fully aware of how annoyingly squeaky Bianca's stairs were. She silently hoped that he wouldn’t come to check on the disturbance.

“The fuck was that? She better not be upstairs B.” He said.

“Nigga I already told you she ain’t here, so get to stepping.” She waved him off with her hand, clearly too busy to engage with him.

At that moment, they caught another squeak echoing from the staircase.

“Nah, fuck that shit. Lemme in this motha-fuka.” Bianca welcomed him into the house, and he immediately started his search for Blanca. He scoured every corner until he finally leaned in to see where she was hiding.

He searched the downstairs bathroom, the kitchen, and even the garage. Jimmy was scouring every corner for her when he caught a glimpse of something from the staircase.

She cautiously poked her head out, watching his every move until their eyes met, her gaze wide with surprise as he flashed her a smirk.

“Got yo’ ass.” Jimmy said with a low tone.

Blanca leaped off the stairs and bolted away, her screams echoing as he pursued her relentlessly, as if she were his target.

“Run! Blanca! Run Bitch!” Bianca yelled out, her voice echoing as she picked up on the chaos from the upper floor. Meanwhile, Blanca sprinted with all her might, glancing back to see him hot on her heels. She dashed into a different bedroom, trying to slam the door shut, but he crashed through it before she could secure it.

He approached her, his face twisted in rage, and as he reached out, he seized her by the throat, forcing her back against the door with a soft thud of her head against the surface. 

“Why the fuck do you keep playing with me Bia? Huh? You promised me that you wouldn’t do this shit again.” Jimmy spoke with a fierce tone while Blanca clutched his wrist tightly.

“I-I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I’m sorry,” Blanca implored him, her eyes filled with desperation.

Jimmy shook his head; he wasn't having it. “Nah yo’ ass wanna keep fucking with me Bia. Imma show you how sorry yo’ ass will be tonight.” He withdrew from her throat.

Blanca never expected him to be this wild. As she gazed at him, he seemed utterly unhinged, yet there was something undeniably attractive about his fury directed at her. Was it wrong to feel that way? There was just something captivating about him, with his hair tousled and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

The way he exerted control and displayed aggression captivated her, even though he was unaware of the effect it had on her. She found it thrilling, yet she also realized it could lead her into trouble.

“You’re fucking insane, Jimmy.” Blanca commented.

His eyebrows furrowed at her, “yeah, I’m fucking crazy when yo’ ass wanna talk reckless over the phone and then completely fucking ignoring me when you promise me Bia.” Blanca let out a scoff and rolled her eyes at him, fully aware of her reasons for acting this way. She was tired of dealing with him, yet here they were, stuck in this situation together.

Following the exhausting day she endured at work, she simply couldn't handle his nonsense any longer. She turned and left him in the spare bedroom, making her way downstairs to join Bianca, who was already preparing a blunt with her favorite flavor of Backwoods.

Jimmy trailed behind her down the stairs, his attention fixed on Blanca, who was expertly lighting a pre-rolled blunt. As she exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air, a contented sigh escaped her lips.

“Mind if I join you ladies?” Blanca and Bianca exchanged glances before turning their attention back to Jimmy. Deep down, Blanca wished he wasn't there, as this was supposed to be a sanctuary for her, a place to escape from him.

“Look, don’t start no shit with her aight? Sit down.” Bianca said as she continued to roll up another blunt.

Blanca handed him the blunt, and he took a few puffs, exhaling the smoke into the air. The effects of the weed hit him immediately as he leaned back against the couch and returned the blunt to her.

Jimmy gazed at Blanca as she inhaled deeply from the blunt, each puff making his lips instinctively moisten with desire. When she offered it to him, he accepted, drawing in several more hits while holding it delicately between his fingers.

“Feels good don’t it? Maybe you should be doing this instead being fucking angry all the time nigga.” Blanca commented.

The cannabis coursed through their veins, creating a delightful sensation that enveloped them in a cozy, fuzzy warmth from within.

“Watch it little girl.” Jimmy responded, his eyes locked onto hers, which were downcast and tinged with red.

Bianca could see and feel the tension between the two of them. “Bibi, knock it off. Don’t start no shit with that man bad enough you runnin’ away from him.”

Jimmy settled into the loveseat, spreading his legs wide as he took another drag from the blunt, tilting his head with a smirk. "So, why are you dodging me, huh?" Blanca rolled her eyes in response. She had no intention of explaining her reasons for avoiding him; it was straightforward—she just wanted whatever was happening between them to come to a close.

She quickly grabbed the blunt from him, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air.

“Nigga, I don’t need to explain myself to you. when you know the reason why.” 

“Tell me why again mama?”

His eyes were shadowy, and he wore an infuriating smirk that made her want to wipe it off his face.

“Because, you’re a manipulator and selfish individual. You over here cheating on your girlfriend who came up to my fucking Job and I whooped her ass giving her a busted lip since she did the same with me. When she should be coming to yo’ cheating ass asking all the questions.”

Jimmy propped himself up, resting his arms on his knees as he locked eyes with her, absentmindedly stroking his beard with his hand.

“You don’t be saying all of this shit when I’m fucking the soul out yo’ body now do you? Screaming daddy this and daddy that.” Blanca's eyes widened in surprise at the news, while Bianca stared at her in disbelief before returning to her own tasks.

Blanca pressed her teeth against the tender spot on her bottom lip, where the injury from her split lip throbbed. Anger bubbled within her, but she fought to keep it hidden.

“You only need me when you and her are going through it and ever since I gave you some you started acting like fucking maniac like you own me or something.” Blanca said. “Lemme remind you that I don’t fucking belong to you nigga. My life doesn’t revolve around you.” She noticed his facial expression shift, and his eyes grew darker.

Jimmy tucked his tongue into his cheek, then stood up and straightened himself out before making his way to the bathroom on the upper floor.

Blanca sighed softly as she had seen Bianca staring down at her. “What, B?”

“Girl, I wasn’t expecting you to talk your shit right in front of this man.” Bianca said.

“I’m fucking done and I’m tired of this shit with him you know? Like work things out with your girl and leave me alone.” Blanca responded as her phone beeped.

SlimJim🫠💦: you got twenty seconds to come in this fucking bathroom before I snatch yo ass up im counting.

Blanca let out a soft laugh as she set the message down on the table, taking a final drag from the blunt. She had no intention of hearing him out—his desperate need for her at that moment meant nothing to her. He could manage on his own without her help.

She set the blunt down in the ashtray just as her phone chimed again, prompting her to grab it and discover two messages from Jimmy.

SlimJim🫠💦: you think I’m fucking playing with yo’ ass Bia? SlimJim🫠💦: bring yo’ ass up here now 

Blanca sighed and leaned back into the couch, settling in for a moment of relaxation. Just then, she and Bianca heard footsteps descending the stairs. Suddenly, he appeared, scooping Blanca up by the waist and tossing her over his shoulder, just like he had done at the club, as he carried her upstairs toward the bathroom.

She was thrashing and striking him on the back like a petulant child, but he remained unfazed. Once they reached the bathroom, he forcefully shut the door behind them and spun her around as she arched her back.

Jimmy loosened his jeans, letting them drop along with his boxers, revealing his impressive length that stood proudly with a gentle curve. He grasped it in his hand, moving it up and down as a glistening bead of pre-cum formed at the tip.

He yanked Blanca’s shorts off, including her panties, throwing them somewhere in the bathroom pulling her closer to his hips tapping his cock on her butt. Jimmy's hand came down onto her ass with a loud whack echoing through the bathroom causing her to whine at the feeling.

“Don’t fucking whine now, you wasn’t doing that shit downstairs so don’t do it now.” Jimmy said with a low tone. 

She could feel his tip brushing up against her wetness as he smacked her ass some more.  “Talkin about you don’t belong to me. When we both know yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere baby.” He held onto her, rubbing his slick tip against her folds before slowly entering her, both of them letting out soft groans.

Jimmy started thrusting his hips rapidly, making her gasp and place her hand on his stomach, hoping he would slow down. Instead, this only intensified the situation as he seized her arm and pulled it behind her back, delivering powerful strokes.

His hips connected with hers as he gazed down at the sight of her body moving against him, her essence enveloping him completely.

“J-Jimmy.” Blanca moaned.

“What? You got something to say little girl?” Jimmy growled as he slapped her ass again. “What’chu gotta say?”

Blanca rolled her eyes as she gazed into the mirror, observing their reflection. He had his shirt draped around his neck, and she noticed his hips moving toward her, prompting her to glance down.

Jimmy placed his hand around her neck, guiding her to face the mirror once more. Their eyes met, and she bit her lip, feeling the weight of his intense stare reflected back at her. Overwhelmed, she attempted to look away, but he playfully smacked her behind again.

“Look at me, look at us baby. You see how perfect we are together? How good you fit into me?” His voice dropped to a soft whisper in her ear, leaving her even more aroused by his words.

“Y-yes.” She moaned.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of skin slapping together, mixed with their moans and groans. Jimmy picked up his phone, activated the camera, and hit record. He tightened his grip on Blanca's neck while positioning the camera to capture her reflection in the mirror, watching her face shift with each thrust.

“Smile at the camera baby. You look so fucking pretty like this mama. Taking all of this dick.” Blanca realized this man was unstable, but she never expected him to be so reckless as to record them having sex in her best friend's bathroom.

Jimmy positioned her leg on the sink, finding a new angle as he thrust deeply, making her mouth open wide and whimper like a child.

He struck her forcefully, the camera capturing her intense expression as Jimmy used his free hand to twist her hair around his fingers, pulling her back against his chest for better control.

With his phone on the other hand filming them.

“Fuckkk, Jimmy.” Blanca felt her body tightening and relaxing around him as he thrust deeply within her, all while gazing into his eyes.

“Mhm, this my fucking pussy baby.” He had a slight growl in his voice. “Open yo’ mouth.” He kept going as Blanca followed his lead, feeling his warm saliva enter her mouth while he kissed her deeply, watching their saliva mix and spill from their lips.

The kiss was intense and passionate, with his hand gripping her hair tightly as he thrust deeper inside her, making it effortless for him to move in and out. Their teeth collided as his tongue explored her mouth, and he gently bit her lower lip, tugging it back.

Blanca quickly felt her leg going numb on the sink as she attempted to lower it. In response, Jimmy lifted her leg back onto the sink while he continued his vigorous movements.

Blanca began to move in sync with him, responding to his rhythm. The feeling made her eyes flutter as he explored new and different angles within her.

They broke the kiss as Jimmy gazed into her eyes, then shifted the camera to focus on her ass. She playfully tossed her ass across his lap, while the camera captured the moment of intimacy between them.

Jimmy threw his head back while biting down on his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good mama.” 

“Too fucking good.”

Blanca began to lose hope of evading this man when he found out her location and she couldn't get away. It felt as if she was caught in a mess between him and his girlfriend. She disliked the situation, but there was nothing she could do about it.

No matter how hard she tried to stay away from him, he was always nearby, watching her like a lion waiting for its prey. It was beginning to take a toll on her mentally, but she felt lost about how to handle the situation.

Jimmy released her hair as Blanca fell against the sink. He continued to hit her backside until he noticed his handprint on it, capturing the moment with the camera aimed at the foggy mirror.

“Keep throwing that shit back on me baby, make me nut all in this pussy.” Jimmy grunted as he cupped one of her breasts.

“Fucking Hell Jimmy, S-shit.” Blanca croaked.

He was overwhelming her, watching her body shake against him as his fingers pressed firmly into her skin; he enjoyed seeing her in that state.

She kept pushing her body against his hips while he delivered intense strokes to Blanca, leaving her dazed and seeing stars.

He sped up, moving towards her with intense desire. The sound of their bodies meeting became increasingly loud and urgent.

The air felt heavy as sweat dripped from both of their bodies, leaving her feeling sore from the heat. She glanced back at him, prompting a smirk to spread across his face. “So fucking pretty baby girl.” Jimmy pointed the camera at her face, capturing her as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“My pretty baby. Look at you sweetheart.” His compliments were making her playful, prompting her to stick out her tongue for the camera on his phone. “Nasty baby so nasty.”

Her walls tightened around him as he thrust into her, taking pleasure in her wetness the way he desired.

A tight knot formed in her stomach as she quickened her pace. “does this feel good?” She mewled out.

“Fuck.” Jimmy held her hips tightly with one hand, driving into her relentlessly as she moaned his name, feeling dizzy and overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. “It feels so fucking good mama. Best pussy I ever been in, i'm addicted to this shit.” He exhaled.

Jimmy moved closer, allowing their bodies to touch as he planted soft kisses on her shoulders, moving down to her back and savoring the salty taste of her sweat, which shimmered in the low light of the bathroom, while he thrust his hips into her without pause.

His lips lightly touched her ear as he whispered crude and provocative words that drove her wild, while his movements repeatedly stimulated her g-spot until she reached her limit.

It happened again.

She let out a soft moan as she reached her peak, releasing herself and making a mess around them like before. The intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her, causing her body to tremble. She felt her essence trickling down her leg, and noticed it had also affected him, prompting him to glance down at the chaos they had created together.

Blanca began to realize that she was trapped in an addiction to this harmful man. He seemed to be everywhere she went, always lurking, making her crave more of him.

Jimmy set the phone against the wall and wrapped his hand around Blanca's throat, kissing her deeply with wet kisses. He let out a soft groan against her lips, momentarily losing his rhythm as her body pressed against him. “Fuck, I’m finna nut inside of you baby girl I want you to have all fucking babies.”

He moved his hips in a more frantic and intense manner, filling her mind with pleasure and a sense of dizziness.

Her legs shook under him as she gazed into his dark red eyes, the effects of the weed still lingering in their systems.

“You want my babies baby? Huh?” He breathed out deeply near her ear, his voice tight as he struggled to keep his composure.

Her eyes rolled back as she nodded, her thoughts muddled from the weed in her system. “I want your babies, Jimmy. fuckkk.”

She gazed at him with innocence, a soft whimper slipping from her lips as she quickened her movements from behind, biting her lips gently.

“Ohhh, fuckk. Mamas. Fuckk.” His actions grew more vigorous and forceful. She felt his warmth filling her completely, releasing thick streams within her, accompanied by a soft groan as his face lay against her back.

They remained in this position for a while, enveloped in complete silence, only aware of their own breaths. Blanca experienced a shock to her system as Jimmy kissed her back, moving up to her jawline and lips.

Jimmy embraced her while Blanca cleaned the foggy mirror. As she looked at their reflection, she noticed his messy hair, some strands falling into his face, and sweat running down his cheeks.

He picked up his phone after stopping the recording, storing their intimate video for later. He adjusted her position so she could face him, gently holding her cheeks as he kissed her softly.

Her body failed her once again.

Jimmy and Blanca gazed into each other's eyes, hoping to find a connection between them.

“Why do you gotta act like that?” His voice was coarse and hoarse. “Huh? Why can’t you let this happen between us?”

Blanca sighed and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at him. "You know cheating on your girlfriend is wrong. And then having her come to my workplace acting all wild and thinking she can take me on? I don’t need this drama, Jimmy. I really don’t."

He laced his fingers with hers, wearing that same grin that always annoyed her. “Just let this happen between us. We’ve talked about it; you know you’re mine.”

She pulled her hand back from him, staring fiercely into his eyes. "We have talked about this, and I've repeatedly told you that I don't want this to happen between us. You're toxic and manipulative."

Blanca lacked the confidence for this moment. She realized she would remain with him, regardless of his manipulative or narcissistic behavior. His charming words always seemed to win her over.

This is what keeps her with him, repeating this cycle time and time again.

He held her face firmly. "You're not leaving. You're meant to be here, no matter how often we face this. You know you belong here, sweetheart." Blanca sensed her eyes welling up, which made his gaze become gentler.

He gently brushed the tears from her eyes. "I can't stand how you make me feel. I really hate you, you jerk." Jimmy smiled and pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek, causing her to shiver as she shot him an angry look.

He moved closer to her, his hand gently resting on her throat. "You don't hate me, Ma; you love me," he said softly in her ear. "You enjoy how I make love to you, how I touch you. Kissing every part of your body, pleasuring you until you cry out my name—no one else can do what I do." His voice grew deeper and more intense, rising above a whisper.

“Just face it mamas. You're addicted to me but don’t want to admit because you’re fucking stubborn baby.” What he said had hit her in the face so hard he was right she was addicted to him all of him to be honest. She did love the way he did all those things to her—it just made her soaked so bad.

He positioned her on the sink counter, spreading her legs apart. With one hand, he gently cradled her between her legs, rubbing against her folds, which made her jolt at his touch.

“You see how your body reacts to me baby?” His husky whispers made her shiver.

Jimmy inserted two fingers into her, moving them in and out in a steady rhythm as she moaned his name and tilted her head back.

“This pussy was made for me and only me mama.” His hand moved in circular motions along her back while he continued to push his fingers deep inside her, expertly hitting her sweet spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

His lips lightly touched her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses as he noticed her responding to his touch. He felt her desire, the way she was fully aroused for him, and how she tightened around his fingers.

“Just like that mama, Pretty ass pussy. this pretty pussy soaking up my fingers good.” 

“F-fuckk.”

“Pretty girl.” This is how she remains with him, receiving compliments from him constantly.

His fingers curled inside her pulsating depths, making her see stars and cry out his name, proclaiming that she belonged to him and him alone.

“Look at me when you say it. Tell me you belong to me while I’m fucking this pussy.” She promptly obeyed, her eyes opening to connect with his rich brown gaze. As she bit her lower lip, she sensed his fingers increase their pace, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. “F-fuck, I’m yours. I’m yours J-Jimmy fucking hell.” She let out a soft cry, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her.

“Say it more, say it some more.” He growled as he pressed his fingers deeply into her wetness.

“Oh my goddd, I’m yours Jimmy. I’m fucking yours.” Her legs trembled, almost giving way, as he hit her thigh, telling her to keep her legs raised and apart. He maintained a steady rhythm, moving his fingers in and out.

Their lips met intensely as they surrendered to a passionate kiss—Blanca struggled to keep up, overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure that built inside her with each movement of his fingers, drawing her nearer to the brink of bliss.

As she clutched his fingers tighter, begging for release, her hands tugged at his shoulders. He felt her approaching the brink of pleasure, while his fingers expertly worked to stimulate her g-spot, driving her closer to climax.

The only noise in the atmosphere was the steady sound of his hand gently striking her soft skin as he expertly maneuvered his fingers in and out, moving with smooth elegance.

“Jimmy! Fuckkkk!” Blanca cried out as she sensed her body trembling.

“Make a mess on my fingers, pretty girl, do that shit.” Jimmy encouraged her. “C’mon mamas.”

She let go without hesitation, a deep moan escaping her as the force of her orgasm hit her like a strong wave. Her warm, creamy essence surrounded his fingers, causing her body to shudder from the increased sensitivity of his touch.

The liquid flowed down to her most private area as he softly moved his fingers in and out, keeping a slow pace before pulling them away.

He looked at his fingers, covered in the smooth cream, enjoying the flavor as he cleaned them off with his tongue before leaning in to kiss her lips.

“Just like I said before this pussy knows what she wants.” 

Blanca had completed her preparations for her date with Jimmy, but her mind kept drifting back to the incident that occurred between them at her best friend's house. She had already expressed her apologies for that before she stepped out of her home.

The impact of his words on her earlier today left her questioning herself. Was he truly right all along? She couldn't shake the feeling that his influence over her was undeniable, and that she was somehow hooked on it.

She struggled to accept that this would be their final encounter, as it would allow her to pursue her life on her own terms, free from his presence.

But did she really believe that?

Blanca spritzed her beloved perfume onto her skin, glancing at her phone to see it was nearly nine-thirty. As she made her way downstairs, she picked up her purse and house keys.

As she made her way downstairs, she veered into the kitchen, leaning over the table as she anticipated Jimmy's arrival to take her out on the date he had organized for them.

He had shared the video he recorded of their passionate encounter in Bianca's bathroom. As she watched, she noticed how he expertly captured various angles while being deeply immersed in her pleasure.

She bit her lower lip, captivated by his handsome reflection in the mirror while he drove her wild, her own voice echoing as she moaned his name passionately.

The rhythmic sound of their skin meeting echoed throughout the video. She turned off her hidden files in the gallery and noticed a text message from Jimmy appear on her screen.

SlimJim🫠💦: come outside mama

She snatched her purse and tucked her phone and keys into it as she stepped outside. After shutting the door behind her, she noticed his HellCat parked in her driveway, and he emerged from the car, looking incredibly sharp.

Jimmy donned an all-black outfit, complemented by a Cuban link silver chain that hung around his neck. His earlobes were adorned with two piercings, and a Rolex watch graced his wrist. When he smiled, the gleam of his grills sparkled in the shadows, surprising her.

He went all out for this one.

She strolled in his direction while he gazed at her ensemble from head to toe. The way her white silk dress gracefully embraced her figure captivated him—he reached for her hand, eager to spin her around for a more complete look at her stunning outfit.

He brought his hand down with a sharp smack against her ass, the sound resonating in the stillness. Then, he wrapped her in a warm embrace, his hand gliding over her curves as he held her close, locking his gaze with hers.

“You look beautiful mama.” Jimmy spoke with a tone that was noticeably deeper than usual.

The charming compliments he showered upon her were yet another reason she found herself captivated and unwilling to leave; he had a remarkable talent for influencing her emotions.

“Thank you, you look handsome yourself.” She responded as he had leaned in for a kiss.

She gently pressed her lips against his, then pulled back, noticing the shine of her lip gloss on his lips. They separated as he moved to open the passenger door for her, allowing her to slide inside. After shutting the door, he hurried to the driver's seat.

As he climbed into the car, he noticed her already buckled in, watching him as he fastened his seatbelt while reversing out of her driveway—taking them toward their destination for the evening.

As Blanca looked out the window, the stars shimmered in the night sky, and the moon bathed the world in its soft glow. During their drive to the restaurant, she felt his hand lightly placed on her thigh, prompting her to steal a fleeting glance at him, cherishing the intimacy of the moment.

He appeared exceptionally dashing this evening; it's astonishing that someone like him could be so alluring. His charisma is ageless, and as he drove, Blanca felt herself completely enchanted by him.

“You done eye-fucking me?” Jimmy asked as she turned her head in a heartbeat.

“I-I wasn’t looking at you nigga.” Blanca responded with him caressing her thigh.

“But you were though mama, you don’t gotta lie to me.” He replied, glancing at her.

Blanca's stomach twisted in knots as he gently squeezed and caressed her thigh with one hand on the wheel—he looked incredibly attractive while doing it.

At the red light, Blanca felt his hand gently cradling her chin. She gazed into his warm, chocolate-brown eyes as his thumb softly brushed against her cheek, making her smile at the tenderness of his touch.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, the kiss quickly evolving into a flurry of tender pecks that left her feeling warm and giddy inside. Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be enjoying this, but his effortless charm made it utterly irresistible.

As they separated, he found himself captivated by the beauty of her eyes, which sparkled even more from up close. Jimmy gently caressed her lips with his thumb, only to realize that the traffic light had changed to green.

The atmosphere between them was charged with tension as she sensed his hand gripping her thigh, the rhythm of his playlist pulsing softly in the background.

As they pulled into the restaurant's parking lot, Jimmy switched off the engine and exited the car. He walked around to her side and opened the door for her

Blanca took hold of his hand, sensing that the shadows in his eyes held a different depth this evening, though she couldn't quite decipher what it was.

He twirled Blanca to showcase her dress, then playfully delivered a gentle slap to her ass, causing her to yelp in surprise and burst into laughter. As he pulled her closer, she inhaled the delightful scent of his cologne—he smelled absolutely amazing.

Jimmy softly brushed his lips against her cheek and whispered a few words. “I want us to chill at my crib after dinner tonight.” 

“Jim—“ Jimmy encircled her throat with his hand, leaning in to silence her with a kiss before she could voice any objections about spending the night at his place.

The kiss was filled with a sense of ownership, as if he was reluctant to release Blanca, and she found herself enjoying it immensely—perhaps even more than she cared to admit—before finally breaking away.

“Don’t fight with me tonight Bia, let’s just chill.” Jimmy spoke, his voice lowering to a softer yet resonant tone.

Blanca simply nodded as he clasped her hand with his, and they walked into the restaurant side by side.

Following dinner, the ambiance was enriched by soft music playing in the background, while Blanca dozed off contentedly in the passenger seat. After indulging in a hearty meal at the restaurant, she had grown weary. Jimmy stole a few glances at her serene face, gently wiping away the drool that had escaped her lips. Noticing the chill in the air, he draped his hoodie over her legs to keep her warm.

Upon arriving home, he parked his car in the driveway. After turning off the engine, he gently shook Blanca, causing her eyes to flutter open. As she took in her surroundings, she realized they had reached his house.

A smile spread across his face as he gazed at her, sending a delightful flutter through her stomach.

“Hey, sleeping beauty. We are here.” Jimmy said.

“Is she here? If she is, I'm not dealing with her and you can take me back home.” Blanca said.

Jimmy sighed, “no she’s not here she’s working a late shift tonight and staying at a hotel for tonight so you don’t need to worry about her c’mon.” He released his seatbelt and unlocked the door, then moved to the passenger side to open it for Blanca. As she exited the car, he draped his hoodie over her shoulders, and she inhaled deeply, enveloped by the familiar scent that lingered on the fabric.

Blanca couldn't shake the thought: why was his girlfriend at a hotel? The question hung in her mind for a brief moment.

Jimmy closed the door and draped his arm around her shoulders as they made their way to his entrance. She stood by, waiting for him to unlock the front door, feeling the coolness of the evening air beginning to settle in.

He had seen her shivering which caused him to chuckle at her. “You should’ve brought some extra clothes to warm up your body baby.” Blanca hit him in his arm for teasing her. “Nigga hurry the fuck up and open the door please.” 

As soon as he opened the door, she brushed past him and stepped into his home. Upon entering, she was captivated by the stunning interior, which was beautifully designed. The furniture caught her eye; it looked so inviting and smooth that she could easily imagine herself drifting off to sleep on it.

Jimmy closed the door softly as he approached Blanca from behind, encircling her waist with his arms, prompting her to glance up at him. 

“Your house is beautiful. Did you pick the furniture out” Blanca said.

“Yep, every single piece of furniture in here you see I picked it out including the couch.” Jimmy responded. 

Blanca observed the fireplace in the living room, filled with freshly stacked wood. Even though she despised the man, the sight struck her as undeniably romantic.

“You wanna change into some comfortable clothes? I got some spare ones if you want to wear them.”

Was this really happening? She was staying the night at his house? What was she doing?

“Um, sure I don’t mind.” 

“A’ight, then little mama.” Jimmy released his hold on her waist and made his way to the laundry room at the back to grab a few of his spare clothes for her to wear while she slept.

Blanca settled onto the couch, lost in her thoughts as she awaited his arrival. Her mind wandered to the moments they shared—his hands exploring her body, his lips pressed against hers. Despite the intensity of their connection, she couldn't shake the feeling that his manipulative and possessive nature was deeply toxic.

Beneath the surface, she felt a conflicting mix of affection and resentment; it tore her apart both internally and externally. His words and actions were designed to hold her close, rather than allowing her the freedom to leave.

Each time he spoke, his words and sweet, melodic voice captivated her in a way she found impossible to articulate.

As she pondered, his footsteps broke her concentration as he approached, holding a bundle of clothes. "You can shower upstairs," he said, gesturing. "Just take a left, and you'll find the bathroom at the end of the hallway, okay?"

She stood up from the couch, nodding as she passed him, catching him stealing a glance her way while she ascended the stairs. Blanca adored the overall aesthetic of his home and the charming decorations that adorned every corner.

Her house felt like a warm sanctuary she returned to each night. Once she stepped into the bathroom, she closed the door and started to undress completely, letting her dresses fall to the floor as she neatly placed them into a well-organized, albeit dirty, bin he kept in there.

As she stepped into the shower, she turned on the water and began to cleanse her body with the extra rag he had provided along with her clothes. While lathering up with the body wash he kept in the shower, her thoughts drifted to him.

She despised it deeply—finding herself thinking of him when she knew she shouldn’t be here at all, or even entertain thoughts of him in the first place.

At her core, she was rooted in place, growing increasingly at ease, and that was the crux of Blanca's dilemma—becoming too cozy with a man who was undeniably toxic and possessive.

At that moment, she heard the door creak open and felt a gentle breeze wafting in from the open curtains, just as two powerful arms encircled her waist.

Jimmy pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, his body aligning with hers as he gently cupped her breasts, applying a soft squeeze.

“J-Jimmy.” Blanca said softly.

“What’s up baby?” His voice lowers to a rich, velvety tone that sends shivers through her, melting her resolve even against her better instincts.

She pivoted to meet his gaze, his tall frame towering over her petite stature. She could feel his hands firmly gripping her hips, his thumb gently gliding across the surface.

“What are we doing? What is this?” 

Jimmy kissed her forehead, “we are just chilling for tonight mama, I even got the fireplace started for us since it’s going to be chilly tonight.” 

She gazed into his eyes—those beautiful eyes—lost in a trance as she absorbed their depth. “What?”

“N-nothing.” She averted her eyes, turning away until he gently grasped her chin, bringing his lips to hers as they dove into a passionate kiss. It was a blend of intensity and tenderness, his hands gliding down to her ass, cradling her as he lifted her with ease.

She embraced him, her arms encircling his neck as her fingers wove through his curly hair.

Blanca's back pressed against the wall, feeling its coolness on her shoulder blades. She sensed his arousal as he moved against her.

As he entered her, she clung to him, wrapping his arms securely under her legs. he began to move deeply, causing him to mutter curses softly between their kisses. “Fuck, Blanca, Fuck.”

It made her feel lightheaded and tingly throughout her entire body.

Blanca rested on Jimmy's chest, his hands gently cradling her backside as soft snores slipped from her lips. He began to massage her ass in soothing circles, fully aware that such tender touches provided her with a sense of comfort and relaxation.

Jimmy struggled to see her face, as her hair was tousled and obscuring it. He gently brushed her hair aside to catch a clearer glimpse of her features—her lips were slightly parted, and he could see her body rising and falling rhythmically as she slept.

He had her firmly in his grasp, and there was no chance she would be walking away from him anytime soon. Even if she attempted to leave, he would always be there, constantly reminding her that she was meant to stay and that she belonged to him.

He had no intention of letting her slip away from him, regardless of how often she claimed to despise him. Deep down, he understood that she cherished their connection just as much as he did, even if she refused to acknowledge it—he could sense it in her every action.

Jimmy began to drift away from his feelings for Trinity; she simply wasn't meeting his needs, and their constant bickering only added to his stress. They would eventually reconcile, but it felt like an endless loop of conflict and resolution.

He consistently turned to Blanca because she never refused him or pushed him away. He thinks she doesn’t mind their arrangement and is willing to keep it going until she fully understands their situation.

He sensed Blanca moving in her sleep, nestling closer against his chest as his hand rested gently on her back. Just then, his phone buzzed, prompting him to pull it from his pocket and check a message from Trinity.

BooThang💋: Daddy I miss you so much can we work things out? You know I’m better than that bitch you be fucking. Can I at least get some dick from you one last time?

He glanced at Blanca briefly before returning his gaze to the message from Trinity.

SlimJim🫠💦: Yeah, little girl send me the addy I’ll be over there in a few minutes.

Jimmy set his phone aside on the couch as he stood, gently holding Blanca in his arms. He then laid her down on the couch, tucking a blanket around her to keep her warm.

He softly kissed her forehead, tenderly tucking her hair behind her ear.

Jimmy picked up his phone and keys, slipping on a hoodie to ward off the evening chill as he stepped out the door and made his way to the hotel.

Eventually Blanca was going to end up seeing a video with Jimmy and Trinity sooner or later. And was she going to leave?

Main One.

a/n: this…this was a lot than I expected it to be and honestly ion think Blanca will leave him.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below 

STAY UCEY.

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬

[asrabloggt]

Lasst uns feiern!

Auch wenn viel Schlimmes passiert gerade: Es passiert auch viel Schönes! Es gibt so viele wunderbare Menschen, die wunderbare Sachen machen. Es gibt was zu feiern!

[qtallulah]

having “syskids and littles are not allowed to talk in this server / are ONLY allowed to talk in the littles-only chat where they can’t swear or engage in any topic more adult than my little pony” as your server rules is weird as hell!

you dont say “traumaholders aren’t allowed” or “persecutors aren’t allowed.” its *only* ever with littles!

i am SO tired of constantly having to defend my existence to random people on the internet. i, for example, am *the host* of my system. i front 80% of the time. are you saying im not allowed to talk in your server 80% of the time?

its ableism, imo! i am tired of being infantilized every time i bring up my age as an alter!! i will simply lie to you!

[strangeaxel]

you appear to draw isaac and gerard as being very physically close. cuddly even (:3c), and i want to learn more about this specific aspect because its so cute.. were they always like that? did they have to build up a lot of trust in each other first? how do they see and engage with touch? are/were they ever touch starved?

Drawing a made for the ask lalalala

First of all, thanks for the question! <3

In Gerard's case he used to touch Isaac's hands for example or shoulders to basically indicate he was safe with him and also try to communicate he wanted something more than a friendship with him when they were starting to know each other. I feel like even tho Gerard doesn't consider he's romantic himself in a traditional way i feel he actually is-- (Like when Susana Gimenez asked Charly Garcia if he was romantic and he said yes and Susana asked him "really? You like a dinner, with roses and candles??" And he said "i said im romantic, not stupid" lmao) He calls bitch pet names and cute things even tho she's always abusive towards him, he still tries, so imagine how much freedom could he have with someone like Isaac, a guy that has an anxious attachedment style. I feel he is the way he is in the game as a way of self defense, a way for him to cope with all the shit he has to go through all the time xD so he can't show much emotion or tries to hide it with humor, but in Isaac's world, this paradise isn't so bad, it's more,,, realistic. He doesn't have the constant need to hide his needs in a relationship like he used to (Well, only in private since ... its the 90s-2000s, duh). Gerard started to be more expressive with his physical touch towards Isaac as went time on, cuz of isaac's delusions of people being infected or sinful (this last one mostly because of his alters, for example, Demon) and also so Isaac could have time to process his own feelings, being someone who tries/tried to be a devoted christian this relationship felt wrong in all senses, it took him some time to accept he indeed liked him. Isaac isn't someone who would be nagging you on the streets is he saw you in, for example, a gay relationship, he's ignorant mostly, he doesn't have evil intentions (he also uses this ignorant/innocent view as a way to cope with his own emotions towards man).

While in Isaac's case, once he accepted it/half accepted it started to do your typical couple stuff, only in private, he gets mad when Gerard holds his hand on public and even tho this bothers Gerard a little bit he just can't complain, he understands but also well... his wife was much worst than this. Isaac feels safe cuddling with him, he feels like nothing wrong can happend when he's around (even tho Gerard's bad luck follows him everywhere lol), sometimes when he's having strong episodes because of his delusion it feels like he and him are the only non infected. Isaac has BPD so touch and words mean a lot to him even tho he isn't the best showing his love in a conventional way + he's non verbal for most of the time, it's like they both have two different types of autism lol

I think that's all i have to say about this at least for now, i'm still working on the ship but these types of questions really help me to understand and think of ways to improve it, thanks a lot for the question once again, i'm glad people are interested in knowing about my au/ship.

The song i used as lyrics for the drawing (i love this Tribute so much, please go check it out):

[dailyadventureprompts]

Hi there! I hope your having a wonderful day!

So i had a question, or more acuratly wanted to ask for some advice. Ive more or less recently started dming, mostly in the form of one-shots for my main group. And ive stumbled across the following issue: while i love the lore building and describing and rp-ing i really struggle with combat. I tend to get overwhelmed and forget about effects and skills, and struggle with coming up with 'battle tactics' (which is what our campaign dm suggested) or make it way to easy because i worry about the players being dissappointed by 'loosing'(eventhough they've mentiones they would love harder combat and would even be okay with a tpk if it was earned)

So do you happen to have any suggestions or ideas on how to practice running and organizing combat and/or scalling or ways to not get so overwhelmed?

(Im sorry if this isnt quite what you do, i just didnt really know who else to ask)

This is ABSOLUTELY what I do friend, every part of the dungeon mastering experience is worth talking about because that's how we improve.

If you're having trouble learning your way around combat you're more than justified: it's a whole second game, and strategic skirmish tactics requires a very different skillset compared to the collabrative storytelling rules you're just now getting a handle on.

First, lets talk about what combat in d&d is even FOR: Fights in d&d are really no different than any other challenge, they're a hurdle you as a DM employ to introduce drama to a narrative and engage your players, not all that different from a locked door or an obstinate NPC that needs to be convinced. The difference is that when you call initiative, you are shining a spotlight on the moment to moment decisions your party makes when time is limited and greatly raising the stakes: Seconds matter in combat, quick thinking matters, mistakes matter.

To use a simple example, recently I ran a road encounter where the party came across a gnomish merchant who's wagon had been attacked by predatory flightless birds. The question wasn't "can the party defeat the birds", I knew they could, the question was " Can the party defeat the birds before they eat this poor gnome who will be a friend/ally to them later"

The reason you're having problem with tactics and being worried about killing your party is that you're thinking about combat as its own isolated thing rather than a dramatic beat as part of a larger story. Most fights in D&D are NOT about attacking the party directly: Instead the baddies have something they want to accomplish (Take, devour, defend, slay) and it's a question of whether the heroes can stop them before they accomplish their mission. Combat only takes 2-4 rounds generally, which is a limited time for your players to put their thumbs on the scale and try to alter the course of events. Tactics are emergent out of goals, so think about what your minions would want to happen and how they would've gone about achieving it before the party comes by to wreckingball through their carefully laid plans.

Another example: An enemy force is attacking a castle the party are guests at, looking to secure hostages in preparation for a coup attempt by a rival noble. While the villains' over all job is to capture pieces, the initial wave of badguys are primarily concerned with slowing the party down to prevent them from interfering with the other attackers around the castle, meaning they'll fight defensively, potshots from cover and barring exits.

When you refocus the badguys' goals away from killing the players and towards things that push the plot in a particular direction (especially one the party would generally like to stop) you’ll have a clearer idea of what the enemies want to be doing, which not only helps you decide how they act, but also pick what enemies go into a fight.

If you're feeling totally overwhelmed another option would be to switch to a game system that focuses less on crunchy combat. It's drastic but everyone has game systems that fit better with their particular DMing style, especially in the early days when you're first developing. I'd highly recommend Forged in the Dark, or Powered by the Apocalypse systems, as they still have the punchy action-forward storytelling of d&d without having to manage much on the mechanics side.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Idk if you do requests, but if you do,

You should write a Slash x Reader smut

Where reader is virgin, and Slash has a corruption kink

Im just gonna leave it at that. 🙏🏼

A/n: trying to get through all my slash requests bc APPARENTLY that’s all I’m good for 🙄 /j I love Slash ☺️

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), corruption kink (I hope, I tried 🥹), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

No one thought he could do it, no one had ever imagined that Slash could date someone long enough to get married without sex, yet here he was.

You met between breaks in tour, it was late and he was high and starving. You were working at a pizza place down the road and helped him get back home after he lost his shoe and keys, although he was most heart broken over the loss of his pizza but that didn’t happen until after he ate it.

He was stupid and his state of mind was evidently altered, however, it only meant it was harder for him to hide how pretty he thought you were.

He came back to your place of work later that week, sober this time, and you actually got to talking which led to dating and moving in.

It happened quickly, only a few months between dating and engagement, which no one was surprised by given Slash and his lifestyle. Your family and friends were a bit shocked that you of all people ended up with him, but after seeing the way the guitarist no one could deny it.

Sure, no one questioned it when Slash announced his engagement soon after announcing his new relationship, but there was a reason.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He asked. You were in his bed, curled up against him while he played with your hair. His other hand had been slowly making its way lower and lower and you thought it was the time to tell him the truth.

“It means I’m waiting until marriage.” You explained. He paused for a moment, and he did try to convince you otherwise a few times, although he always stopped if he felt it was pushing you too far or if he thought you might say yes; you made up your mind years ago and he didn’t need that on his conscience, he loved you too much.

On top of that, he loved the idea of being your first, of being the one to take away your innocence. He wanted to marry you and have you forever, you were his and he was yours.

Which led to now, Slash planting kisses up your neck as you sat back against him. “Just relax, sweetheart, and let me know what feels good, alright?” His soft voice flowed into your ears.

You nodded and he got right to work, nipping at your sensitive skin while rubbing your sides, one hand moving down lower between your legs until he was rubbing your clit and slow circles. Your breath caught in your throat, a shiver running up your spine.

You just had to relax and melt into him turning your head to meet his lips, he didn’t pull away as you kissed him and his fingers moved faster.

His other hand moved down, pushing two fingers into you and making you gasp and moan into the kiss. He didn’t want to rush you so he just kept them there, focusing on your clit with the other hand but he could already feel your walls fluttering around his fingers.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, just relax.” He said, not changing the pace of his fingers. “Just be a good girl and cum on my fingers for me.” Of course you listened, you couldn’t not cum with the praise that he muttered, filling your thoughts of him and his love for you.

He kissed your cheek as you came down from the high. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, eyes feeling heavy as you looked up at him. “This-this is how you feel when I…” You didn’t need to finish, he knew what you were talking about.

He chuckled and shrugged. “Kind of, feels better for you, guarantee it.” He mused.

“Do I not do a good job?” You asked, slight worry in your voice.

Slash was quick to shake his head. “No, nothing like that, no, just, like…” He sighed as he tried to think of a way to word it. “Biology..?” He said, unable to contain his laughter as he said it. “I swear I read somewhere it was better for women than it was for men.” You laughed at his explanation and moved off of his lap, laying down and nuzzling into your pillow.

Slash gave you time to recuperate, the last thing he wanted was to overstimulate you, he’d do that another time but for now he settled for flopping on top of you. “Jesus, you sound like those pig dog toys.”

“Did you just compare me to a pig and a dog toy in a single breath?” You demanded, voice coming out strained as you were being crushed under him. He really wasn’t that heavy and he wasn’t putting all his weight on you but it wasn’t easy breathing either. “And you still expect sex?”

Slash snorted at that, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “I’m not expecting shit, I-I’m helping you sleep..?” You were married the night before and spent time travelling and sleeping on the way to your honeymoon, having woken up not long ago and feeling the need to consummate the marriage just as you’d always imagined. To a point, anyway.

He was stupid but it worked and you pushed back into him, moaning as you felt his hard cock against you. He slipped into you, drawing moans out of the both of you. He waited for you to adjust to him, his fingers had helped but it wasn’t the same. No, this was much, much better.

He began moving his hips, his thrusts quickly picking up speed until the room filled with the sound of skin on skin and your loud moans mixed with Slash’s low grunts and groans. “Fuck, listen to yourself, a virgin and already so fucking loud and needy for cock. My cock, sweetheart.”

“Yes! Yours, only yours!” You said, pulling your knees up. You were trying to get on your hands and knees, doggy style, but he put a hand on your back and kept your face mostly shoved into the pillow. Not that you mind, it just put him at that perfect angle where he repeatedly hit that spot that had you seeing stars.

“Oh, that’s a good girl, keep- fuck, keep saying that.” He said, giving your ass a quick smack. He was so pent up, he wasn’t trying to be rough with you but he couldn’t keep himself totally in control, not after all this time.

“Ngh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Feels so good!” You whined, feeling that same knot from earlier building in your gut. Slash’s thrusts were quickly losing their rhythm as you squeezed him, sucking him in and bringing him closer to the edge as well.

He made sure you came, letting you rolled onto your stomach after he pulled out, hand going to his throbbing member so he could jerk himself off, hot strings of cum spurting onto your stomach before he flopped over beside you and pulled you to his side.

He gathered some of his cum on his fingers and brought them to your mouth, letting you lick them clean. “How’re you feeling, sweetheart?” He asked breathlessly.

“Tired.” You responded after a moment, nuzzling into him.

He chuckled and nodded. “Sleep then, we’ve got the whole month and then the rest of our lives.”

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

tbh while it is a little funny for me to go "incest power up" about my writing i do think that consistently grappling difficult and harrowing subject matter in interesting narrative ways played a huge part in my writings improvement over time - because i was constantly having to challenge and think very critically about material i was engaging with.

aside from me simply writing a lot - and even though i write a lot of sexually explicit content, needing to interrogate a characters thought process is probably what altered my writing style the most over the last few years

writing yandere gojo was a huge turning point in my writing career because it really really challenged me to think from the perspective of someone insane and learn how to demonstrate their thoughts and choices with some semblance of realism. it also taught me how to get my audience to suspend disbelief - something done through writing consistent characterization and not just hoping they will for the sake of my story. i felt like i understood that better when writing through that lens.

with dark content in particular - i felt that writing was more likely to feel cheap and for shock value when i sanitized it and did not hold true to the chain of events that led up to something. even the eroticism of a horrible thing requires extensive understand about the circumstances needed to make the work feel alive and physical

and im not a perfect writer (not even a good one some days i fear sdkjfsdj) but i think it is my ability to do these things that makes up for other critiques i have for myself like my lack of polish and complete inability to write prose (my language is very simple rip. idk if this will ever get better but alas)

i think though - it's not that you need to write dark content but you need to consistently write things that challenge you in some way as an author to improve. you need to do something that is very daunting to you and then try to navigate that - whatever daunting may mean for you personally

[transmutationisms]

i admittedly don't know much about lynch or his work; would love to hear more of your thoughts irt your last post

i've written more on lynch (mostly twin peaks) in my twin peaks tag but to be very general, i think that many people who talk about his work, and i'm very much including a lot of professional writers and critics here, fundamentally misunderstand the way he uses symbolic visual language and write him off as basically making beautiful nonsense when in truth, his work generally does have very overt and deliberate meanings and arguments to it, only you do have to actually parse the role that his signs & symbols play structurally in the formation of a narrative. again being reductive and simplistic, but: most people would have a great deal more confidence interpreting lynch if they thought of him as working in a german expressionist tradition, rather than what i usually hear described as 'surrealism'—by which they really mean to denote a kind of vulgar nihilist / absurdist stance that reduces all symbols to nonsense and thus obviates the need to actually read them.

to take an example that really annoys me, i don't know if you've seen inland empire (would recommend!) but i can't tell you how many times i've seen people dismiss the giant rabbit-headed sitcom bits as "surreal", "absurdist", or just "lynchian" (this means nothing in this context). if the visual symbols of the film are supposed to tell us what environment laura dern's character is in, and are supposed to correspond 1:1 to that environment, then the sitcom bits make no sense. on the other hand, what i would propose is that lynch typically projects his characters' psychological needs, wants, and anguishes outward onto the environments they occupy, rather than configuring the environment as a thing-in-itself that impresses upon the characters. inland empire is a film about the creative (including but not limited to artistic) process. what, then, can we surmise about laura dern (im sorry i saw this film thrice & don't remember the characters' names) from the intrusion of a sitcom into her increasingly dizzying, borderline dissociative work as an apparently precariously respectable actor? analogously to the way lynch brings the formal elements of a soap opera to his idyllic PNW small town in twin peaks, the sitcom format in inland empire introduces an altered logic into a story form that we might otherwise expect to read and follow in very different ways. the rabbits that laura dern sees are not random imagery denoting generic insanity; they are deliberately chosen pieces that tell us what she fears in taking on this artistic project, and how her vision of herself and her work must articulate along the sort of formal demarcation that differentiates a hollywood production from a children's television show from a verite documentary and so forth. the rabbit sitcom is supposed to be destabilising, but not because it's random or nonsensical.

i of course wouldn't reduce lynch's entire artistic outlook to only one mode of engagement or symbology, but broadly i do think that failing to parse his expressionistic use of symbolism is at the root of a lot of responses to his work (both positive & negative) that fail to actually say anything or derive any meaning. this is how people miss the extremely glaring reaganisms of twin peaks or blue velvet, for example. these symbols are not hidden, nor are they random. the association of the demon bob with the us bombing of hiroshima and nagasaki is a visually asserted statement about evil as lynch understands it. the factory landscapes in eraserhead (here the german-expressionist influence is quite overt) don't just represent the encroachment of a modernist (derogatory) environment into the dad's family life; they are also framed & shot & dressed to be a reflection of how he perceives his work, his social reproduction via his son, and the broader social context in which he lives. again i don't mean to reduce lynch's filmmaking ethos to one single aesthetic method lol—but, this is certainly a huge constitutive element of a lot of what he did, and it matters to me both because (again there is more on this in the link above) his work is profoundly, obviously conservative in ways that a shocking number of people miss or deny—and because, despite that, i get a lot of enjoyment from his technical skill and craft as a filmmaker, specifically including the way that he uses visual language & symbols as richly articulated projections of his characters and their various trials & tribulations.

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[after-witch]

Look I just got engaged and Im here to feed my own delusions SO (also I love your writing sm!!!)

"What on earth are you doing crashing my wedding like this?" - to Hisoka.

notes: yandere, blood, non-graphic violence

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You're grateful for the fact that he showed up in your modest little bridal suite prior to the ceremony, rather than storming into the chapel as you were saying your vows.

He leans against the closed door--he locked it, too, you noticed--and gives you a familiar look of appraisal. There's pleasure in his eyes but something else, too. Something that is a little too reminiscent of the corner edge on a playing card.

"I'm stopping you from making a dumb mistake. You really think you're getting married to some low-tier nobody? Especially without my say-so?"

Your fist clenches in the delicate skirt of your gown until you remember how fragile it is--it belonged to your soon-to-be-spouse's grandmother--and you force your fingers to relax, smoothing out the antique lace.

"Why wouldn't I? We're in love."

Hisoka doesn't say anything for a moment.

Then he throws his head back and laughs until tears form in his eyes. They smudge his eyeliner.

"You might love them, darling, but I'm afraid the sentiment isn't quite returned. At least, not all that strongly. Certainly not strong enough for a wedding."

He wants you to ask. You don't want to ask.

But you do, anyway, because that's the game you've played with Hisoka for years. And he knows you always cave in.

"What do you mean?"

Hisoka pushes himself away from the door and approaches you. You know better than to run; the sticky memory of Bungee Gum crawls traitorously over your skin.

He doesn't stop until he's invading your space, until you've got nowhere to go unless you climb on top of the vanity behind you and use it as a seat.

"You do look pretty," he murmurs, leering down at you. "Are you wearing something nice underneath, for the honeymoon?" He leans in closer, a hand going to the fabric of your dress. "Can I check?"

You grimace and consider jabbing him with an eyeliner pencil left on the table behind you. It's not worth it--you might get some on your dress. You settle for smacking his hand away, and he lets you, pouting his lips at the pretend hurt.

"Hisoka. Answer my question."

Hisoka gives you one more appreciative glance before he grins.

"Ah! That. My dear, they began running the very moment I killed the priest at the alter. Didn't even try to help the old man." He grinned and ran a finger through his hair; a card appeared in his fingers and he flipped it back and forth. "I generously told them I was going for you next, and you know what they did?"

"Shut up!" You press your hands over your ears, but it doesn't blot out his words--the thought of the dead priest bleeding out--it doesn't blot out Hisoka.

"They ran out of the church and didn't even look back."

It's your wedding day and your priest is dead and the love of your life left you to die.

"Someone," you force out, voice croaking, mind scrambling for purchase on some bit of hope. "Someone else will come for me." Your mind frantically races over the guest list. Your future father-in-law, he would surely come running up the stairs. Or your uncle and your cousins. Or your friends. One of the other priests at the church, who would do anything to save an innocent like you.

"Oh, sweetness." Hisoka's voice is thick with honey.

He leans in close and brushes the flat end of the card against your cheek. There's something warm and wet on it, and a metallic tinge forces its way into your nostrils.

"What makes you think anyone is still alive down there?"