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if i could jump in:
the *majority* of robot scifi is actually about capitalism/worker exploitation. and while that can have ties to immigrants/slaves/etc, its much more about the industrial complex and capitalism.
I've never seen blade runner but my favorite book is do androids dream of electric sheep (what blade runner is based off of) and that is about ableism mostly. ableism and capitalism. sure i guess we could say robot who got violent in self defense is a metaphor for black people but that makes literally no sense because shes not.
and i think obvious metaphors for capitalism/explotation/how we view other humans can be twisted to be a shitty metaphor for racism with a bad faith interpretation. but if you actually engage with any of these stories you would see past it
the original post just feels like the loose idea of sci fi a guy that doesnt read/watch sci fi has.
the reason "robot racism" is often a really stupid metaphor is the same reason that like. discrimination against demons or vampires or whatever doesn't work, is because there's often a pretty justified reasons humans are scared of vampires or robots or whatever, in a way that doesn't apply to real life minorities, like a fantasy author will be like "the reason vampires are discriminated against is because most of them and kill and eat people for fun and pleasure, and so humans respond by trying to kill them, isn't that so sad" and like no that's a perfectly fine reason to not trust vampires i think.
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just read a post that described plurality as "having multiple whole people inside of one person" and my instinctive reaction was, hm, well, i'm not quite sure i'm even one whole person. In much the same way that the experiences of asexuals can almost perfectly mirror that of bisexuals, i think i could potentially understand my inner world as something like plurality's negation, which comes with a lot of the same struggles as being plural actually. no full guy here, just some diaphonous feelings floating around and a whole lot of processing power that needs some task or topic to be directed to. it's something like being dissociated all of the time, but it's not always been bad, at some times in the past it's been dreamy. i just feel like a nothing. it would be cool to be able to talk about that and own it and have it accepted rather than it being taken as a performance of self-loathing. i feel empty most of the time, it's not new, it's part of why i can become so obsessive and dependent upon the very few things or people that capture my focus and give me a fleeting sense of purpose, but really being empty is often relaxing, reflective, and like being any other animal (one imagines) would feel. i don't want to have to hate or fill my frequent null-ality. i'm very tired of trying to make certain degrees of human-ness manifest socially for me when they're just, not there. i'm sure many of my fellow BPD heads can relate to this some
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Reading TGCF: Chapter 104

For those who don't know, I am reading TGCF for the first time and sharing my thoughts!
If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.
Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag Bloopitynoot reads TGCF. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read BUT if you followed along with my SVSSS read, the rules and vibe are the same.

A little dirty chai latte this morning before the farmers market and another tattoo session!
I am unsure if I will be able to post tomorrow (If we are tattooing my hand I might be too swollen to write tomorrow) but I really want to get the last of book 6 in before then!
Let's get into this final chapter!


Jeeze, everyone jut leaving Xie Lian there because 1. might be the god of misfortune 2. couldn't be bothered 3. "he seems fine". p316
The rain just adding to the scene. poor guy! p317
Oh man. I was so hopeful the man with the bamboo hat was going to be a positive but bro was actually rude as hell. p319
okay wait! There is a second man! Not the rice guy! p320
LOL fuck ahahaha, just kidding, it is indeed the same guy. He kind of reminds me of a no nonsense type uncle who like owns a bodega and doesn't take any shit. Bless him for coming back and speaking some sense to Xie Lian (as gruff as it was). p320
You tell him Xie Lian!! (to white no face). p322
"If a thing like you represents heavens' will, then heavens' will should be destroyed!" Pour one out for my struggle with most organized religion p325
omg!? is it opposite day with Xie Lian? He tells them to stab him to prevent Human Face Disease - they do the opposite, he asks for help - they do the opposite. p330 (is charisma his dump stat? This guy cannot persuade for shit).


Wuming! p335
Oh gosh. I'm scared to know what Wuming did to stop the plague. p336
I almost made it through this chapter without crying; until white no face told Xie Lian that Wuming's soul dispersed and that he was his last believer. uuuugh, my heart. p339
god. How long was this fucking guy just listening to and watching this entire situation? He (Jun Wu) shows up NOW? p341
Okay this second banishment makes more sense than what I originally thought happened. p344
Why did they let Xie Lian cook lmao p347
The tiny red flower!!! :'3 p348

Okay, it was rough but we did it!
I am glad this arc is over, but I think this arc was so important. Xie Lian suffered (mostly unjustifiably) but at least he ended this arc in his own hands and got to choose his own path.
I honestly think if I was in a similar situation, I would probably opt to leave my community and backpack through Europe too.
I made it to the end of book 6!
#bloopitynoot reads tgcf#tgcf mxtx#tgcf spoilers#tgcf#heaven official's blessing#xie lian#white no face#wu ming#jun wu#the bamboo hat!#I was lowkey excited to see it#I love the meaning of his hat more now#we made it to the end of book 6#it was a ride#hopefully some joy ahead#mxtx#mxtx tgcf
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It’s weird seeing so many takes painting them both as total monsters after what happened on Ghorman, when the whole point is they aren’t. They’re human people with this very human relationship but Dedra still does what she does and Syril still allows himself to be used by a horrible system, and Dedra’s only regret is how crushingly hollow it feels to win and get the recognition for a job well done when she can’t share it with Syril.
Syril and Dedra have a very messed up relationship but they do care about each other. Even after Syril leaves Dedra after choking her in a rage over what she’s done he is not willing to let somebody kill her. As cathartic as it must be after all the time he’s hunted him, it’s why he attacks Cassian without thinking.
But I don’t think Syril ultimately would have hesitated to shoot Cassian if he didn’t genuinely have some doubt about whether he’s been on the right side all this time and feel some true horror about what is about to happen to Ghorman. He’s very confused, and it’s just way too late for it to matter. Dedra just told him everyone on Ghorman is going to die, whether it’s as victims of the massacre or when they destroy the planet - he just helped make it easier for the Empire to control the narrative about it and no fighting back in that plaza is really going to matter.
I think the tragic thing about Syril is in his own weird way he has a sense of integrity and that makes him not totally fit in, but also is easy for the right person to exploit. The creepy shit he says to Dedra to explain why he feels drawn to her is totally sincere. He first learns of Cassian as a guy who got away with murdering two officers, and he’s disgusted that his superior wants to sweep it under the rug. But he’s had a fairly comfortable life seeing little of the bigger picture of the Empire, he can’t imagine things any other way and just takes it for granted that serving the Empire is right. Syril has this extremely arrogant conviction that he’s right, he’s truly loyal, he’s not just some middle-class nobody who doesn’t deserve any of the favors he’s gotten, and almost no one can live up to his high standards of what’s just. And of course that makes it extremely frustrating that he’s disgraced after Cassian and Luthen run circles around him on Ferrix, which really could have happened to anyone, when he initially was one of the only people who even cared about catching Cassian.
I think Syril truly believes that if he can only make enough of a good impression and get in a room with the right people, the Empire will recognize and reward him for that kind of integrity. But he learns from Dedra, who’s much higher up in the chain and has been more personally connected to the Empire her whole life, what true loyalty to the Empire actually means. That all it rewards is unquestioning compliance, not being an “individual.”



Parts of the article where Denise Gough is talking about Dedra and her feelings for Syril. Girl is down bad. I want to see her kill Partagaz in revenge (Won't ever happen)
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So god created us in his image, right? And that’s cool and all but what if it turns out god, like, hates his own image??? What then????
#Yeah okay#I don’t even like this as much anymore#But whatever#He makes me insaneeeeer#literally nuts#Bg text is just a snippet from paradise lost because I thought it would look neat and like. Idk biblical symbolism ig#Whateverrrrrrr#How do you think he feels abt humans having red blood. Like.#Okay I know that with Jack he was really big on it#Like excited#But Jack was just some other guy who happened to have red blood#He created us and he created us wrong#And it just so happens we also have his fucked up awful mutant blood color?#Yeah okay sure#It’s gotta feel like one last slap in the face in the cosmic joke that is his existence#It is inescapable!!! You flow through their very being!!! You are a cancerous presence that has invaded their very veins!!!!#You are the force that keeps them alive as well as the thing that kills them in the end!#Does this make any sense actually. Let me know#Anyway yeah that’s all#Byeeeee#i might draw more Erivris later but idkkkkkkk#My ipad is getting replaced soon so I won’t have to steal my brother’s to draw anymore#So hopefully more art then#okayyyy bye 4real this time#homestuck#homestuck fanart#karkat vantas#homestuck karkat#art#digital art
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Nines: ... you make a solid case, Sixty.
#detroit become human#rk800 60#rk900#i just really think they should be chill with each other! and i have the ability to draw it!#so i will draw them as being chill with each other and continue to focus on side characters as i am prone to do#in fact i started playing a different game and my favorite guy so far doesnt even have an actual name#me collecting side characters as my blorbo is never gonna change RIP if youre a main character i probably wont draw you#if i do it wont be as often as side characters#also ive seen a lot of fics mention sixty going and being in the fbi instead of becoming a detective and honestly#i think it would work bc i think hank and connor would threaten to quit if fowler hired sixty#like no we dont want him hes the stinky rk hire the other one the newer model just dont hire sixty#and also i like the idea of sixty and nines in different job groups just so they can tell each other about what the people are like#and thats part of their bonding is WOW humans dont make sense heres what happened today#and so nines gets kinda stuck between connor and sixty being ready to kill each other and nines not wanting to pick a side
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#mine musings#not tagging etc etc#i just want to ramble (this is about lc)#do people feel like lg's character is incomplete without a backstory?#like a “past” before he met cxs#i feel like it's a nice-to-have thing (wouldn't be opposed to it) but i don't think his character requires it to be fully fleshed out yknow#his character is strongly defined by his role in the narrative because that's how stories work. but like#i do feel like we've learned a lot about him that would've stayed constant even if cxs isn't in his life though#like idk i just don't understand calling him a plot device i guess#like would he be more interesting if it was revealed he got attached to cxs so easily bc he had some kind of unhappy childhood or whatever?#i mean if it's executed well. sure?#personallyyyyyyy i think it's already compelling if he's just like. some guy#he's just some nerdy kid who made a friend and felt grief and loss for the first time and couldn't take it#like. that's compelling to me. unhappy childhood would be interesting too but like. there's nothing wrong with lg being just Some Guy™ imo😭#maybe it's bc i like the idea that lg could be anyone#and what i mean is like. that could be me. that could be you#all it takes is to find a love and friendship you're not willing to let go of. and as S1 has shown many clients have the same regrets#the only difference is that they never had the ability to change the past like lg did#like cxs said in YE1. everyone would want to have the ability to change the past. it's human nature#and i like the idea that the love and grief lg went through isn't something that's unique to him#like obviously it's unique in the sense that he makes it worse for himself with time loops#but like. the love he experienced could also happen to me. could also happen to you#same with the grief#i'm realizing as i'm rambling here that THIS is actually what i love about lg's character#now i kinda wish i didn't hide this in the tags lmao but whatever#i didn't want to invite debates over this and like if director li wants to give him a backstory that's fine#but the way lg is right now. i don't think he's “just a plot device”#and i don't think he's an incomplete character#i'll accept any backstory but god i really wish he stays being just Some Guy who loved and lost and continues to love and lose#because it's human and normal and everyone goes through it
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Thoughts on Mr. Barem Bridge? Similar energy to your man Katana, no?
I really hope he doesn’t know about the death devil because it would be so funny if he was also getting played by her.
He’s like Katana Man but higher IQ and slightly less emotionally charged. I think they could be friends for a solid 2 minutes before it goes south. Barem is way more sinister and detached from his humanity than Katana Man, even if he pretends otherwise.
#I’ve got an onion pizza in the oven right now I’m so excited to eat it#Barem#katana man#I actually have lots of thoughts about Barem#when fakesaw man came back I thought it was Barem lol#guy who hates denji and wants to play the role of savior and hero#doesn’t help that makima was obsessed with chainsaw man#whether Barem’s feelings for makima were truly romantic idk. I don’t think he loved her#infatuated? yes sure. but also her desire of a controlled peaceful world#my mutual headcannoned him as being an American ex military and honestly yeah I completely see it#it just makes so much sense to me of course he’d want that controlled structure#I have more thoughts about how makima being a woman specifically would affect how he viewed her#I mean DUH because he already has a distorted view of her as just a devil who couldn’t have had human attachments#obviously he doesn’t truly love her in the traditional sense if he burned her dogs up#even if it was for the so called “greater good
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i think part of why the novel adds so much to me is how it can better bring up this sense of like, humanity as the 'best' choice to those who decided it, but not necessarily the perfect choice. the show kinda skirts around it because of course it's at least worth fighting for, humans are why the term 'humane' exists, there's no question of where good lies. it's either with humans or those who align themselves with humans, vs those who don't.
but there's a hint there in the unknown way humanity won battle fight in the first place, in jin's father, the way tennoji is. tennoji, human undead's undisclosed motives in EVERYTHING they've ever done or said in the series… and in a way i'm not giving enough credit to all the conflict and tragedies that are clearly shown to happen due to human flaws, but like. i had thought it'd be a little more gone into on a larger scale. it's obvious these flaws are okay because they lead to all the positive traits that are realized throughout the show. but in the novel there's none of that implicit understanding that humans are wonderful regardless because the world is scared and fake and kenzaki sees the lengths humanity will go to hurt itself firsthand.
so he crashes out, and that's so important to me!! it isn't promised that humanity will carve out a beautiful future forever, we can barely do that now? but there's that mortal sense of proving your humanity in a short time where you CAN change some things for those in the immediate vicinity. we're good at seeing the hope in that and kenzaki had that mortal mindset shattered when he had to keep living and living and living, and from this new perspective he became insecure in everything he thought before and sure this could be a matter of me giving too much credit to what could be crazy writing but i think it's so so vital to the whole crux of kenhaji understanding one another. in the end kenzaki's brought back, the world's in focus again, and he's able to face his immortality with newfound belief that it's worth it to keep protecting that humanity. even as who is he now or who he'll be in the far future that no one else can expect to be around for. while hajime had also lived on being around people and taking care of them…. all because kenzaki showed him once, how to live when he at first thought humanity was far beyond anything he could comprehend. the show was about hajime learning how to be human. the novel is kenzaki learning how to be an undead.
i don't know… there's the argument all the bad things were just decided on the overseer's part and it's all a matter of cruel fate, but i'm p sure the whole point in that one weird abstract convo was that in the end it's cause of humans. there isn't always an anti-human to fight against. and if you can fight against fate to save humanity you can fight against it to make things worse, so again. you can't just have agency but the faith u can make things better. that humanity doesn't have to be perfect to make things better.. my two pennies….
side note but i'm also a fan of a not 100%perfect human undead. not that they aren't rather benevolent but. they hadn't been sealed, so were they roaming the earth for 10,000 years …. ? with a human heart wouldn't you be tired? to give the chance for someone in hajime's situation to feel the same ……. ……. hmhmhm
#still haven't gotten to my reread in jp yet so actually i MIGHT be being stupid#but it's how i feel about it and am probably rewriting it in my head if i DID miss smth that completely contradicts this. Btw#txt#blade spoilers#been thinking about human undead these days. 'what would you have wished for?'.... Ok. mogged.#but it also makes me think about how jaki does what he does after 300 yrs and human undead had 10000 Helppppp#really highlights how different the process is like hj was saying. losing humanity is different than trying to gain it#and i love thinking about the logistics of the human undead as An Undead. shima having to be like 'undead that hate fighting exist too'#the far-off sense of undeads vs humans but like This guy is humanity's ancestor and still technically an undead#blade has made me the biggest enjoyer of cornplating idgafff let's all cornplate more
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I JUST REWATCHED PIWON MOVIE AND I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

#okay first of all THEY DEBUTED WITH A MOVIE !!!! that's so crazy every time i think about it im like woooow#jongseob and intak acting debut when ???? they were sooo good omg unlike kyo i didn't remember how bad he was 😭😭 but his#character is hilarious so it's fine <3 ALSO i completely forgot yoo jaesuk and jung haein are in it like guysss what are u doing here hihi#anyways absolutely oscar worthy real cinema if u ask me#now after taking notes and watching the new trailer a few times i think that p1epi is actually chaeyoons weird talking plushie#but since it's away from her it can't talk so that's why jongseob create that thingy to translate from#dog language to human language and i think it's there because maybe the members got like lost in time and#it wants to remind them that they have to save the entire world from the apocalypse#also p1epi came down from the sky just like the alcot meteor like ummm yes we love symbolism 🙂↕️#i saw someone saying the dog it's actually intak because the dog came through the window and intak wakes up next to one but it doesn't make#any sense to me so we're throwing that idea in the trash can#talking about intak hes now has blue eyes so that means he got infected but honestly when did that happen while he was fighting#some zombie? idk i think i have to watch all their mvs again for clues but what that means he's one of the bad guy now??#also i may be insane but what if the shop represents the world and seeing it in flames means the members couldn't save it and their lore#ends with the saddest ending ever like yeah sorry the apocalypse won#OR WHAT IF !!!!! they aren't the ones who can save the world they actually are the reason why it's ending like the masked ghost#actually created them to spread the virus and that would also explain them at the end of the trailer looking#at the burning shop without doing anything like they ARE alcot the meteor thats gonna destroy the world#but that would be too dark i know they're the heroes so it will have a happy ending#i have many theories but im starting to scare myself so ill shut up#pt
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Human pet guy showed up on my dash again (via puppy play sick skateboard tricks post) and I decided to look at what he was up to these days, and
what do you mean he was born in 1995?
#kai rambles#human pet guy#on one hand it kinda makes sense in that he was like 22 or something when he made the original human pet post#like if he was a 22 year old inexperienced with pet play i can somewhat see how you could end up making that post#maybe you could get your wires that tangled up about it if you've never actually done it#and then like you finally get to try it and suddenly all of that bullshit is dispelled#also you can be a pretentious little dumb dumb about it when you're 22 you know? let me write as if im always talking down to someone#on the other hand#the guy still believes it#he's still salty about people not getting where he was coming from#he still thinks he's right#and like maybe that's because he's still never got to do pet play in real life but that feels like a mean assumption#and a little lazy and bad faith you know?#especially considering he believes even weirder things now like that gen z boys who voted for harris should now be concubines for the#''victors of the election'' and that this is how it's always been until CHRISTIANITY TAUGHT PEOPLE BETTER#absolutely insane thing to say and honestly i could break down that entire post because boy howdy is it a ride#also he believes something to do with trump experimenting with ways to trap people in crystals?#like that's a facebook ass conspiracy#which hence would imply he's older#the way he talks also just reminds me of jordan peterson#but jordan peterson isn't only 5 years older than me#id assumed he was older because of his cadence and vernacular#but no#he's not even 30#im just rambling in the tags here because i just. like i oft talk in a kinda pretentious manner so i know that's not a thing unique to older#folk and that this shouldn't be tripping me up so much but it's just like.#he was younger than me when he made the original human pet guy post#that's wild#you know who he reminds me of?#whatifalthist on youtube
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Every time I see bull red son an angel (me) loses it's wings (gets mildly annoyed)
#NOT TARGETED!!!!!#I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH#I HAVE NO ACTUALLY PROBLEM WITH IT!!!!!#okay now thats out of the way#i can ramble#it makes NO sense#his character in the book is one of the few who we get a in depth physical description of and there is ZERO mention of bull features#he looks incredibly human#which we can also use as a reference for what iron fan looks like but thats not relevant here#but lmk realistically takes very little from the actual book#so that doesn't really matter here#what DOES matter is the fact that IF red son had bull features hed never shut up about them#he idolises his father and for demon males less human traits are probably the beauty standard#the more i type the more i think that my train of thought is completely personalised#guys help i think about demon genetics to much i need to reconnect with life#does anyone want me to make a full demon genetis chart that pretty much entirely hinges on iron fan#OH YEAH IRON FAN#SHE WAS A CELESTIAL AND IN THE BOOK RED BOY LOOKS JUST LIKE HER YOU THINK THERE'S ANY ROOM GOR DBKS GENETICS#sighh this is all rakshasi PIF and rakshasa Red Son propergana at the end of the day#or rakshasi Red Son maybe but that would have to be explained in the genetics post#is there a tag limit#anyway tldr the removal of the samadhi fire probably took all the necessary hormones to get bull features#and PIF in the book (and as we can assume in the show) has genetics to strong to let bull features show otherwise#yeah that sums it up#lmk red son#lmk princess iron fan#lmk demon bull king#lmk demon bull family#sorry if literally any of this sounds passive aggressive ik its all in good fun im just a fan of the book
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what kind of cratures do you think the trigun gang would be?
CREATURES IN GENERAL OR SEA CREATURES. BECAUSE MY FRIEND MONTY N I WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT TRIGUN FURSONAS THE OTHER DAY. but i am the sea creature guy at heart so im gonns give u those i hope that is ok 😌 there are many benefits to being a marine biologist.
Vash: he is... so very shark coded to me. everyone looks at him and sees a dangerous killing machine. frequently covered in scars. do u see the connection here. he is specifically a thresher shark to me because of the whole sharpshooter thing and also the sad sad puppydog eyes 💙


Wolfwood: i am torn between two different types of eels for him. giant morays are more aesthetically pleasing but personally i have to go with a wolf eel both for the name and because ive worked with these guys before and theyre sooooo cool so im biased


Meryl: not technically a sea creature because she is just so bird coded to me. White-Tailed Tropicbird

Milly: is it cheating to have two cephalopods on this list. because i think i really want to say giant pacific octopus for milly. either that or a whale shark 💙 yes those are two completely different animals no i will not be taking criticism at this time


bonus Knives because i love him and i feel the most strongly about this one:
BOBTAIL SQUID.

... and also a bristle worm . for what i hope are obvious reasons

#NORMALLY THOUGH meryl is an egyptian plover#shes sooooo so very much an egyptian plover. hold on i made a post about that the other day ill reblog it again for u :] hehe#i worked at an aquarium last year and every time we would pull a bristleworm out of one of our tanks id be like ohhh my god its knives.....#i love every opportunity to push my sea creature knives agenda. hes so sea creature to me. hes so marine biologist to me.#OH MY GOD ALSO LIVIO. LIVIO IS A GOLIATH GROUPER TO ME . <3#side note also . have you ever seen that picture of a hermit crab using a human skull as a shell#(<< the image is fake its photoshopped BUT)#thats legato. to me. except with a blueleg hermit crab. he is a blue leg hermit crab with a human skull for a shell#which is bullshit because i dont think legato deserves something that cool but alas it is unfortunately perfect for him#(<< this is /j i think legato is a cool and interesting character#i just think he has a punchable face and like 2 pretend i hate his guts cause its funny)#HI !!!! THANK U FOR GIVI G ME AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABT SEA CREATURES ILY <3333#asks#madnessmadness#sorry if u meant like... actual land creatures. unfortunately i am the fish guy forever <3#YES I REALIZE VASH AND KNIVES ARE TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT CREATURES AND THAT MAKES NO SENSE BC THEYRE TWINS#BUT LIKE. I FEEL SO STRONGLY ABOUT BOTH OF THOSE THINGS#i could be persuaded to make knives a shark if needed bc there are so many cool shark species i could assign to him#but like. hes just soooo bobtail squid coded to me ive been saying that since i first saw his fuckin. snuggie in tristamp
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woohoo spiraling out of control right now (what else is new really I've been fucked up and spiraling for weeks now) and trying to figure out reasons not to delete my tumblr and discord and myself along the way
but you know. talking about myself on my blog automatically means I'm attention seeking and fishing for pity right? should just shut up and stick to the news eh, it's all I'm good for :D
anyway if you need me I'll be in the corner reliving the past, coming to terms with reality, and trying to convince myself I'm not the problem despite every indication to the contrary ✌︎︎
#sterechats :)#09:58 pm - this is a bad idea but scheduling it anyway#what's the worst that can happen really? everyone leaves again? nobody talks to me again?#probably gonna delete this in the morning so. meh. not like it matters not like I matter :D#10:29 pm - wow it feels like my head is on fire#like my brain is actually burning and I can't do a damn thing about it#I should be happy right now! the devils are winning! my favorite guys are scoring!#but no! I'm barely keeping it together around my family and praying I don't wake up tomorrow <3#11:00 pm - I need to get out of here#I need to get out of here out of here out of here I can't stay here any more this is killing me#everyone hates me and I need to chew my arms open maybe then everything will make sense#why am I even writing these tags what does it matter#I was so much more in control of myself when I was sh-ing#maybe I should get back to that maybe it'll help I don't know anymore#I just want my friends back but they hate me hahahaha#11:24 pm - wonder how many people are gonna block me after this one#how many people will finally be fed up and leave for good#everyone leaves and I should be used to this by now#here's a truck stop instead of saint peter's (yeah yeah yeah yeah)#11:41 pm - it's friday afternoon/there goes antigone to be buried alive#in the next world I want to be something useful/like a staple gun/or in love#I would fall off a cliff for you/a thousand times and call it a good day#maybe I'm just incapable of being human! maybe that's it!#maybe I'm not even human at all... but something worse instead...#1:22 am - moving the posting of this back from 3 to 6 am#not that that matters and not that I matter but I don't think I'll sleep#and I don't want this to post when I'm awake#I know I'm just going to get unfollowed and blocked and left behind as always#because happiness and good things and friendships just aren't things I get to have really#I just wish people would stop lying and telling me they're different and they'll stay when they're not different and won't stay
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I want to step away from the art-vs-artist side of the Gaiman issue for a bit, and talk about, well, the rest of it. Because those emotions you're feeling would be the same without the art; the art just adds another layer.
Source: I worked with a guy who turned out to be heavily involved in an international, multi-state sex-slavery/trafficking ring.
He was really nice.
Yeah.
It hits like a dumptruck of shit. You don't feel stable in your world anymore. How could someone you interacted with, liked, also be a truly horrible person? How could your judgement be that bad? How can real people, not stylized cartoon bogeymen, be actually doing this shit?
You have to sit with the fact that you couldn't, or probably couldn't, have known. You should have no guilt as part of this horror — but guilt is almost certainly part of that mess you're feeling, because our brains do this associative thing, and somehow "I liked [the version of] the guy [that I knew]", or his creations, becomes "I made a horrible mistake and should feel guilty."
You didn't, loves, you didn't.
We're human, and we can only go by the information we have. And the information we have is only the smallest glimpse into someone else's life.
I didn't work closely with the guy I knew at work, but we chatted. He wasn't just nice; he was one of the only people outside my tiny department who seemed genuinely nice in a workplace that was rapidly becoming incredibly toxic. He loaned me a bike trainer. Occasionally he'd see me at the bus stop and give me a lift home.
Yup. I was a young woman in my twenties and rode in this guy's car. More than once.
When I tell this story that part usually makes people gasp. "You must feel so scared about what could have happened to you!" "You're so lucky nothing happened!"
No, that's not how it worked. I was never in danger. This guy targeted Korean women with little-to-no English who were coerced and powerless. A white, fluent, US citizen coworker wasn't a potential victim. I got to be a person, not prey.
Y'know that little warning bell that goes off, when you're around someone who might be a danger to you? That animal sense that says "Something is off here, watch out"?
Yeah, that doesn't ping if the preferred prey isn't around.
That's what rattled me the most about this. I liked to think of myself as willing to stand up for people with less power than me. I worked with Japanese exchange students in college and put myself bodily between them and creeps, and I sure as hell got that little alarm when some asian-schoolgirl fetishist schmoozed on them. But we were all there.
I had to learn that the alarm won't go off when the hunter isn't hunting. That it's not the solid indicator I might've thought it was. That sometimes this is what the privilege of not being prey does; it completely masks your ability to detect the horrors that are going on.
A lot of people point out that 'people like that' have amazing charisma and ability to lie and manipulate, and that's true. Anyone who's gotten away with this shit for decades is going to be way smoother than the pathetic little hangers-on I dealt with in university. But it's not just that. I seriously, deeply believe that he saw me as a person, and he did not extend personhood to his victims. We didn't have a fake coworker relationship. We had a real one. And just like I don't know the ins-and-outs of most of my coworkers lives, I had no idea that what he did on his down time was perpetrate horrors.
I know this is getting off the topic, but it's so very important. Especially as a message to cis guys: please understand that you won't recognize a creep the way you might think you will. If you're not the preferred prey, the hind-brain alarm won't go off. You have to listen to victims, not your gut feeling that the person seems perfectly nice and normal. It doesn't mean there's never a false accusation, but face the fact that it's usually real, and you don't have enough information to say otherwise.
So, yeah. It fucking sucks. Writing about this twists my insides into tense knots, and it was almost a decade ago. I was never in danger. No one I knew was hurt!
Just countless, powerless women, horrifically abused by someone who was nice to me.
You don't trust your own judgement quite the same way, after. And as utterly shitty as it is, as twisted up and unstead-in-the-world as I felt the day I found out — I don't actually think that's a bad thing.
I think we all need to question our own judgement. It makes us better people.
I don't see villains around every corner just because I knew one, once. But I do own the fact that I can't know, really know, about anyone except those closest to me. They have their own full lives. They'll go from the pinnacles of kindness to the depths of depravity — and I won't know.
It's not a failing. It's just being human. Something to remember before you slap labels on people, before you condemn them or idolize them. Think about how much you can't know, and how flawed our judgement always is.
Grieve for victims, and the feeling of betrayal. But maybe let yourself off the hook, and be a bit slower to skewer others on it.
#listen to old auntie Shades#serious#fuck I don't know how to tag this#I should probably read-more this but I'm not sure where#and now I need to go take a walk for my stupid mental health#you never stop processing#you do it over and over and over and over#and hope it gets a bit easier each time#Someone might get upset by using prey#but 'preferred prey' is an important concept from the predator's view#it doesn't mean the people are inherently prey#you feel me?#it's the best word I can find for the concept#neil gaiman#adjacent
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Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: You've always had a crush on your neighbor Joel, and once your friend Jordan suggests you ask him to help with a little "problem" of yours, it turns out he had never been such an unattainable dream.
Warnings: basically pwp. smut| big ass unspecified age gap, virginity loss, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, kinda breeding kink and size kink, dirty talk, he talks you through it, Joel calls reader with a bunch of pet names and probably more stuff but i need to go to sleep.
a/n: this is the farthest it can get from original. you've probably read 10 other fics with the same premise but i just wanted to write some sweet and filthy virginity loss sue me
"I can barely get a sentence out around him and you think I'm gonna ask him to have sex!?"
"well yeah" Jordan laughed "It makes sense"
Your friend was looking at you like she'd just suggested getting ice cream, while what had really just come out of her mouth was really, exponentially different.
"you're out of your mind if you think-"
"just shut up" she interrupted, rolling her eyes "It would be a fucking walk in the park"
Your eyes widened exaggeratedly at that.
Did she have any idea about what she was suggesting?
The last time you'd interacted with Joel Miller all he had to do was ask how summer break was going for your face to get as hot as the sun and for you to end up muttering some nonsense and running away.
"He'd never say yes"
Again, Jordan's eyes rolled back.
"Y/n listen I love you but sometimes you can be real fucking dumb," she said, fighting a smile "The guy probably hasn't gotten laid in years!" she huffed a laugh "And with you? With a hot young piece of ass like you!? No guy on the planet would say no"
"You-you're just saying that... and you don't know him"
"I know men"
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You didn't even remember how you'd gotten there, all you knew was that Joel Miller was right in front of you, opening the door to his fucking house.
"Hi"
Your face was already getting warm and your voice was just an inch above unhearable.
"Hi darlin'" he greeted you, smiling with that slow, easy smile that made you want to cry every single time.
How could a human being be so hot?
"Come on in" he nodded behind him "What's goin' on?"
Now here was the problem. You had no plan whatsoever, and this was setting itself up to be a complete shitshow.
"I..."
You weren't even meeting his eyes, you could see him trying to catch a glimpse of your gaze but you couldn't do it- to be quite frank you were already starting to panic... and to regret your decision.
"you want something to drink?"
You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open as your words died on your tongue.
Jesus, he was handsome.
You hadn't gotten the chance to really look at him before, but now there he was in all his glory… huge strong muscles fighting against his shirt and all.
"c'mon, I'll get ya some water"
You didn't miss the smirk on his lips as he caught you ogling his arms.
Definitely not off to a good start.
He handed you a glass of water, and you took it, willing your hands not to shake.
The golden light of the afternoon sun seeped through the curtains of his kitchen windows, illuminating the space with a calmness that completely contrasted with your state.
"boy problems?"
You almost flinched at the sound of his voice.
"gotta beat somebody up?"
He must have thought you were dumb with the way you were staring at him all wide-eyed, not daring to speak a word.
You needed to think of something, preferably right now.
"n-no, nothing like that” you shook your head, forcing a smile.
A beat of silence passed before you decided to take back already what you’d said.
“well actually sorta"
He frowned, shifting his stance from one foot to the other.
He was waiting for you to expand on your words, but the birds chirping on the nearby trees were the only sound in the room.
"you can talk to me doll, I ain't gonna bite"
You could feel your cheeks get hot.
Jesus it's like everything he did was scandalously sexy- every time he spoke with that sweet drawl of his, every pet name he used for you... he could have peeled his clothes off slowly as he gave you a lap dance and the effect on you would be the exact same.
"Well I just..." you started "I've got a... problem"
He looked even more confused.
Were you about to tell him you're pregnant? No that would be impossible, he'd never seen you with any guy around here... but maybe at college.
For some reason, the thought of you with another guy... with a boy... didn't sit right with him.
Actually, he knew the reason, throughout the summer he'd caught himself staring a little too long at you more times than he'd like to admit- it was like all of a sudden you had grown, and the sweet little kid living next to him was now suddenly a gorgeous woman. He didn't really know what to do with that information, with the inappropriate feelings and urgings weighing in his gut every time his gaze fell upon you and you squirmed embarrassed like a shy little thing.
"alright..." he urged you to go on.
"Sarah's not home right?"
His brows drew closer together as he frowned.
Why would you ask that?
"She's at a friend's"
You nodded, suddenly looking more resolute, even if the way your teeth tortured your poor bottom lip was enough of a tell of how nervous you were.
You had decided. Jordan was right. There was no harm in trying, and if it didn't go right you'd just avoid him for the rest of your life.
"I'm a virgin Joel"
You saw his eyes widen before your own words had even registered.
"O-oh"
That's all he could stutter. I mean what was he supposed to say? That seconds before he thought you were about to tell him you were pregnant? That he could not understand how someone as beautiful as you, with the billion contenders he was sure you had, still had not found a single one to have sex with?
"And I... well the thing is that I don't want to be anymore"
He tried to get back to how cool and collected he was before- you were here to talk to him after all, the least he could do was be as helpful as possible.
"right" he cleared his throat "you want some advice on how to navigate this thing?"
The silence and the look on your face told him quite the opposite.
What were you here for then?
"No- I- the thing is that... I was wondering if maybe you'd agree to-" you bit your cheek as you finally spat it out "to be the one to do it"
Joel was sure his heart had stopped.
"babygirl-" The words had barely left your mouth and he was already stopping you.
You felt tears prick your eyes... you knew that tone.
"I'm sorry it was a stupid-"
Goddamn you Jordan.
You were already planning to run out the door when he spoke.
"darlin' I'm pushing forty here"
That's not what you expected him to say. He wasn't disgusted, or amused, or angry...
"yes but-" You tried to speak but he was talking over you again.
"you're twenty... you ain't even old enough to buy a six-pack, I-I- that ain't something you're supposed to do with me"
Joel would have never admitted it, but he was saying those things mostly to himself- to desperately fight the instinct that took over him the moment you explained the reason you were at his house... the instinct to take you up the stairs and fuck you so good no one else would ever compare.
"b-but it's what I want"
You weren't giving up. You didn't know what, but there was something about the way he was going about it that told you there was still a sliver of a chance.
Only there was a lot more than a sliver... and the way you were looking up at him with those desperate doe eyes was upping your chance as you spoke.
"I trust you, Joel," you said "You're the only man that I know that I would trust with this"
He sighed, shaking his head "If your dad found out- Jesus I wouldn't live to see another day darlin'"
Your hand found his chest, strong and solid as rock beneath your palm.
"I won't tell" you murmured, your words verging on pleas "I-I won't tell anyone Joel I promise" you swore, looking up at him as his own eyes bore into yours.
"You're the only one I want to do this with... the only one I trust"
You could see the resolution, the fight, leave his face.
How the hell was he supposed to say no?
Christ, not even a priest would have that amount of self-control.
"fuck sweetheart" he shook his head before looking up, a long breath leaving his throat "You're gonna get me killed"
You didn't even try to hide your excitement.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you asked "Is- is that a yes?"
His eyes- his beautiful, big, hazel eyes were back on you.
"'f course it is"
You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt.
It was really happening.
You were gonna lose your virginity to Joel fucking Miller.
"A-are we gonna do it now?" you asked, almost breathless with joy "I-I mean only if you feel like it of course"
"If I feel like it..." Joel couldn't help but laugh "You really have no idea do ya?"
Your mouth parted in confusion.
Did you say something wrong already?
"About what?"
A beat passed as he stared down at you, almost amused.
"About whatcha do to me, sugar"
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The door to his bedroom closed with a soft click, and all of a sudden, you were the only two people on earth.
His eyes didn't leave you for even a second, and although you felt very much on the spot, you liked his gaze on you.
"If you change your mind at any point darlin'," he said, walking closer to you until his right hand could gently move some hair out of your face "You tell me, and I'll stop, ok?"
"mh-mh" you nodded, although you were more than sure no changing of mind would happen... God, you didn't even know how long you'd dreamed of this.
"Don't gimme that doll, use your words" he corrected you, his thumb drawing circles on your cheek "Later too"
"O-ok, yes, I-I understand"
He smiled, amused.
"there's no need to be nervous sugar, we'll go real slow ok?"
"y-yes"
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"what can I do to make it better?"
You had an immediate answer in mind. The only thing you had been able to think about since he got this close.
"Can... could you kiss me?"
Jesus H. Christ.
Joel had to fight the urge to laugh. He'd drop to his knees and lick every inch of you if you asked, and you were wondering if he could kiss you...
"I can do whatever you want, babydoll" he murmured, as he slowly leaned closer.
You placed your hands on his big strong chest as you raised yourself on your tiptoes, and before you knew it... his lips were on yours.
You were holding your breath as the sound of your beating heart pounded in your ears.
This was really happening- this was real-
But before you had time to take it all in, the sweet feeling of Joel's lips on yours, of his beard, his nose, his hands, it was like something switched, a knob turned in his brain, and Joel wasn't kissing you anymore- no, he was devouring you.
He'd tried to go as soft and slow as he could but the moment you let out a little whimper... it was like he got possessed.
The hand on the back of your neck forced you impossibly closer as the one on your waist tightened enough to bruise, and he was... his tongue was desperately savoring every inch of your perfect mouth, swallowing all your pretty sounds.
His lungs screamed for relief but breathing was the last thing on his mind.
He'd never kissed like this.
Your panties were soaked once he finally pulled away.
He was about to apologize for losing control, but by the way you were looking at him, there was nothing to be sorry about.
"I'm gonna take off your clothes now doll, ok?"
You nodded, your breathing ragged, your cheeks on fire.
With just one kiss, he'd rendered your mind an empty mess. You doubted you could remember your address at the moment.
"What did I say 'bout usin' your words?" He murmured, his thumb tracing the shape of your swollen mouth.
"Sorry," you whimpered weakly.
He wouldn't have heard you if he had been but an inch away.
"Y-yes, you can take my clothes off"
He smiled at that, leaving another soft kiss on your lips before both his hands reached underneath your shirt.
His big, warm hands detoured to caress your sides, leaving shivers in their wake, before he brought your top up until he slid it off.
His eyes fell on your tits, still covered by your bra, and he looked up at you to check if you were alright before oh so slowly undoing the clasp and letting the garment fall to the floor.
He had to stifle the groan climbing up his throat because Jesus, he wanted nothing more than to take each of your perfect fucking nipples in his mouth and suck until begged him for more...
but he didn't, he let his self-control win this time as he reached for the waistband of your shorts.
He watched like a hawk every inch of skin that he uncovered until the shorts pulled at your feet and you stepped out of them together with your sandals.
Your breathing still hadn't gotten back to normal, and every fucking inch of your skin was on fire, burning with the intensity of his gaze.
He didn't say anything as his fingers slid past the waistband of your panties and with a quick movement pulled them down, leaving you completely bare.
Not able to stop himself, he groaned this time, his hands taking a tour of your body from your collarbones, to the valley between your breasts, to your belly, until his thumbs were but an inch from where you were burning with desire for him. But he didn't touch you there, no, his hands reached your waist as he stared at you 'cause god bless his heart, but he couldn't stop looking.
He liked his lips, as if he was hungry- starving- and you let out a small whimper, realizing you had held your breath all this time.
"You're... perfect babygirl"
You prayed he wouldn't judge you when he saw the mess that had become of between your thighs.
He can't say stuff like that and expect me not to melt.
His eyes were finally back on you, and the pure lust in them almost made you gasp.
He looked like a completely different man.
"Sit on the bed"
Your brain took a second too long to register his words.
I mean it's not every day you're naked in front of Joel Miller.
Joel's old mattress creaked as you sat on it, and you stayed there, diligently frozen in your spot as he took his sweet time to come closer.
He wanted to preserve the image of you sitting on his bed, naked, waiting, looking like a damn dream, in his brain for all the lonely nights of the rest of his life.
He stood there, towering over you, looking down at you as you looked up at him, and you felt even smaller.
You were about to speak, to beg him to please do anything, touch you in any way, put you out of your misery, when he crouched down, his eyes now level with yours.
His hands found your thighs and another whimper escaped your chest.
"Spread your legs f'me, doll"
And so you did, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Good girl"
This time, it wasn't a whimper that fled your mouth, but a small little moan.
Fuck
Heat rose to your face again and you looked away, embarrassed.
Of course, you liked to be told you're a good girl.
"None of that" Joel tsked, his right pointer forcing you to look back at him "Eyes on me"
You were so turned on you wanted to cry. But you didn't, you nodded, and just like that... Joel was leaning closer and his mouth... oh god his mouth had found your neck.
You gripped the sheets as your whole body started going on fire- as his mouth left hungry wet kisses under your ear, on your pulse, on your collarbones, on your tits, and when his lips wrapped around your right nipple... when his tongue toyed with your hard bud you swore you saw heaven.
Soft little moans started spilling from your mouth as he sucked and sucked and sucked, his hands going to support your boobs, pushing them together as his mouth went from one to the other again and again until you didn't even remember what it meant to breathe like a normal person.
It felt so good.
Who knew it would feel so fucking good?
Joel only stopped when your nipples were swollen and utterly drenched with his saliva, and you were about to protest when you felt his mouth traveling south...
"Joel" you whispered.
He looked up at you with that sexy fucking smirk on his face, not stopping the trail of kisses down your belly.
"Yes, doll?"
"What are you-" your sentence was interrupted by a gasp when his lips found your mound "W-what are you doing?"
His smirk only widened as his mouth dived lower.
"I'm gonna lick your pussy now darlin'" his low and lustful voice was enough to make you orgasm alone.
You could only blink, and then swallow, and then open your mouth... just for no words to come out.
Joel chuckled before kissing your inner thigh, sending a shock of pleasure to your core.
"'s that ok with ya?"
"Yes," you heard yourself blurt out before you even knew it, which made him laugh, a soft, vibrating laugh that fanned your core and rendered you all the more desperate.
"That's good to hear" he grinned, his mouth lowering until he was kissing your lips... your other lips.
Oh Jesus Christ
You spread your legs wider to accommodate him and he hummed in approval, taking them in his hands and forcing them on his shoulders.
Oh sweet Mother of Christ
He granted himself one look at your perfect, beautiful fucking pussy, before his eyes were back on you, and his tongue darted out without warning and licked your whole core like an ice cream cone.
"Oh"
Your hips spasmed for a second but before you had time to feel embarrassed, his tongue was back in action, only this time he was eating you as if he were starving.
He groaned in pleasure at your taste as his tongue explored every inch of you he could physically reach. His nose was rubbing against your clit and his beard felt so nice against your skin and oh god if you thought you'd seen heaven before you were wrong because the moment his lips wrapped against your bud angels opened up the pearly gates for you.
"Oh my god" you cried, your left hand getting a mind of its own and grabbing Joel's soft hair "Oh my fucking- Oh wow"
This was nothing like what you'd experienced before- nothing your own fingers had ever produced, this was... so so good.
"You taste so fucking sweet sugar" he groaned into you, sending another wave of pleasure through you "y've got such a perfect lil pussy babygirl" he continued in between lapping at your core "wish I could have it for breakfast every day"
You could only moan in response, and you could feel his smile on your skin as he watched the effect he was having on you.
Goddamn, you looked like an angel biting your lip as you moaned for him, your face flushed, your hand in his hair... this was the best decision he ever made- who gave a fuck if your dad put him in the ground, at least he got to see this.
"Gonna come for me doll?" he teased once he heard your cries get louder and your grip on his hair tighten "Gonna let me taste all your sweet juices like a good girl?"
Those words, once again, had their effect because in no time your hips were grinding onto him and breathless gasps were forcing their way out your throat as the best orgasm of your life shuttered through you,
"Just like that" he praised you as you rode the high "thatta girl- give it to me baby"
You were only partially aware of where you found yourself as you came down from the orgasm.
you were breathing heavily, your eyes closed as Joel made his way up your body, his lips pecking every inch of it until he finally kissed your mouth.
"You ok darlin'?"
Your eyes opened at once, the dreamiest look in them,
"I'm great" you grinned, making him smile before he kissed you again, slowly this time, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
He only pulled away when you whined, your hands gripping his arms desperately as your body begged for more.
He sat up on the bed against the headboard, and it was then you finally realized he was still fully clothed...
You were naked from head to toe and he was still dressed... you had no idea why but that made you even hornier, which is why you hastily sat up.
"A- are we gonna do it now?"
He huffed out a laugh as his hand invited you closer.
"not quite yet sugar," he cooed as he guided you to sit on his lap, your back against his chest and your ass against... oh wow.
You could very much feel through his jeans the print of what felt like his huge cock right against your backside.
You couldn't help it, you shifted your butt, not so subtly grinding against him, and when his only response was to grab your waist, you couldn't help but do it again... and again, until you not only heard, but felt a groan rise up his chest.
"babygirl..." he murmured against your ear, making you shiver "You might wanna stop that"
You bit your lip, doing it again "Why?"
He inhaled sharply, his grip tightening "'cause baby, if you keep on goin' I'm gonna come, and you ain't gonna get what you came all this way for"
That made you want to stop and keep going at the same time.
The thought of Joel Miller coming because of you doing what you were doing...
"Don't ya even think about it sugar" He anticipated your actions as if he'd read your mind. You felt him smirk as he kissed you right under your ear.
To that you surrendered, stopping your movements at once.
He hummed, satisfied, inhaling your scent as his right hand slowly moved down your belly.
You held your breath as his fingers found your clit and his mouth your neck.
You couldn't see Joel from this position, but you didn't need to, you could feel him.
His ring and middle finger started circling your clit in a slow and precise motion and moans were already spilling from your lips.
"Joel" you breathed.
"'m right here" he promised, his voice husky, clouded by his lust.
His fingers continued their torturous path until he found your hole.
You could only gasp as his fingers dived inside of you.
Oh god.
"You ever done this to yourself doll?" he asked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you lazily.
You could both hear how unbelievably drenched you were, but that was the very last thing on your mind... what seized your attention at the moment were the sparks of pleasure Joel was igniting in your core.
"mh?" he hummed once you didn't answer, still kissing your neck.
"I-I did" you swallowed, your words interrupted by yet another cry when his fingers curled, sending much more than a spark of pleasure to your brain "Like... like twice"
"just twice?" Joel asked
"It just... it doesn't feel good"
His movements continued, making your breathing get more and more uneven.
"How does it feel now?" he accentuated his words by making whatever gesture he made that had your walls tightening around his fingers.
"G-good"
"Now that ain't gonna do" he cooed, his fingers all of a sudden leaving your core.
"B-but-" you were about to protest turning his way, but his voice took over.
"'s alright darlin', gimme your hand"
You looked down to see his hand waiting for yours, and without even thinking you did as he asked.
He placed his palm big palm on top of your hand, engulfing it, and he guided it down your body, past your belly button, until you were right where he was seconds ago.
"use these two fingers" he instructed, showing you the ones he was talking about.
"good, now get 'em all nice and wet" he murmured, guiding them through your slick folds to do just what he'd said.
You were back at your hole and your mind had stopped working.
You were just a doll, following his every instruction, watching closely his hand move yours as your core ached with desire.
"Now slide 'em in" he whispered, his honeyed voice hypnotizing.
And so you did, you pushed your ring and middle finger inside of yourself.
Why was this so fucking hot?
"Now go in and out" his words were your command, literally.
Again, the sound of your slick pussy spread through the room as you did as he asked.
"how's that feel?"
You weren't gonna lie, not to Joel.
"It's... it's ok" you breathed "Not as good as before"
He smirked, his tongue darting out to lick your pulse as his free hand traveled higher, finding your boobs.
Well of course it felt better before his fingers were two times yours.
"curl your fingers" he ordered, his palm caressing your tits "Like this," he said, showing you exactly what he meant.
He did almost like a "come here" motion, and although skeptically, you replicated it, and well... Joel Miller knew what the fuck he was talking about cause goddamn...
You cried out at the sudden burst of pleasure.
"Again"
And so you did it again, only this time, Joel's fingers had found your left nipple, and the way they toyed with it just as you fingered yourself made the feeling triplicate.
"Keep doin' that babydoll" Joel breathed, his mouth leaving hot, wet kisses on your neck and shoulders as his fingers tweaked your pretty nipples.
"just like that" he hummed as you cried out louder and louder, as you squirmed above him, your free hand gripping his thigh to have something to hold on to.
"that's it... look so pretty like this sugar" he continued "making yourself come like a good girl..."
Jesus his cock was begging for attention... this was the hottest fucking shit he'd ever seen.
Your legs were starting to close as your orgasm approached, and your voice, calling out Joel's name, was getting more and more desperate.
"so good" he groaned, his fingers pinching your nipple without warning "Y'look so perfect when you come babygirl".
That's the last thing you heard as a tsunami of pleasure overtook your whole body.
You were pretty sure you were shaking and wailing like a madwoman, but all you could really be sure of was what happened once you finally reopened your eyes.
You felt so very spent and you hadn't even done what you came here for yet.
Joel's eyes were boring into yours, his hands caressing your sides.
"Still with me?" he asked.
"Yeah," you smiled wide once again.
You felt like you were lying on a cloud, no thoughts or worries going through your head... just pure bliss.
"You still sure about this sugar?"
You had no hesitation.
"Yeah"
He smiled, kissing your lips for a brief second before leaning away.
The moment you realized he was finally taking off his clothes you were wide awake.
You sat up just as he discarded his shirt to the floor.
Je-sus.
This wasn't the first time you'd seen Joel shirtless. It wasn't a coincidence you chose to sunbathe every time he was mowing the lawn...
Yet, the breath was still knocked out of you.
He was broad, like seriously so. He was big and although you couldn't say he had a six-pack it was plain obvious the man was strong.
You didn't think it was possible, but you were getting even wetter.
You wanted nothing more than to let your palm caress his chest, the sparse hair on his pecs, the v lowering towards his pants...
Speaking of which, a gasp fled your throat the moment he took off his jeans, and by the time his boxers were off your mouth hung open in awe... and worry.
"you're..." you had to swallow to try and get some water to your dry mouth "Joel you're-- huge"
You weren't looking at him as he laughed, but at the big scary cock against his stomach bobbing with the movement.
"how would ya know, babygirl?"
You had to force yourself to look away from his manhood, and once you did, you found his gaze again.
"I... I've watched... stuff"
A side of his mouth twitched mischievously at the confession.
"Oh yeah?" he teased "My good little girl watches porn? 's that whatcha telling me?"
Why was it hot in here all of a sudden?
"N-No I just..." heat rushed to your face as you bit your lip "I-I mean-"
He laughed, cutting you off "'s ok sugar, I won't tell"
You could only offer him a little smile because to be honest, your focus was still on the reason you'd even broached the subject.
Your eyes were back on his dick, and while yes it was a worrying size, it also sparked curiosity and need deep inside of you. Which is why you moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed so that his cock was right before you.
And holy mother of God.
"Can I..."
You didn't even need to finish the sentence.
Jesus, if he were to be honest even just seeing you in this position was getting him close to coming.
"You can do whatever you want babydoll, I told ya"
You nodded, hesitantly leaning a little closer.
"I-I've never..."
"As long as my dick is in your mouth I'll be a happy man darlin'"
You gulped, biting your lip as you tried to understand where to even begin, and just then, a tiny bit of precum leaked from his manhood- so naturally, you acted on your first thought... and licked his head, tasting the tang of him.
You heard him inhale sharply as you continued licking, first just his head, then the sides, every ridge and vein... but it was only when you finally wrapped your lips around him that he lost it.
"Fuck"
He groaned like an animal and that only gave you all the more reasons to go further, forcing his dick into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.
"Fucking- Jesus Christ"
You looked up at him now, your hands finding his legs as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking so very well every inch you could fit... which was barely half.
He'd gathered your hair to the back of your head, but he wasn't guiding your movements, it was all you.
"Babydoll" he rasped, "I think that's enough"
But you didn't wanna stop. This was so hot... feeling him in your mouth, hearing him moan for you...
"Baby" he grunted "I ain't gonna be able to fuck you if I come down your throat"
Those crude words brought you back to reality... and made you even hornier.
You pulled away from his dick, letting it slap back against Joel's stomach.
"Lay down f'me"
You did, without question.
He stifled a groan at the sight, at the fucking image displayed before him once you obeyed his command and spread your legs.
Fuck.
He looked at your eyes, watching for any sign of doubt, of a second thought... but he found none.
It was then he finally took his cock in his hand, giving it a much-needed pump and making you swallow drily.
He was silent as he guided his tip to your folds, making it slide between them and catching on your clit... but you weren't.
You were letting out all sorts of little cries and whimpers and moans as he toyed with you.
But you too, fell silent once you felt him stop at your entrance.
"Mh-" you were starting to hum, biting down your lip as he began pushing inside when he suddenly stopped.
"Fuck- forgot the condom"
You blinked, trying to make sense of what had happened as he reached into his night table.
"Joel" you called for him, making him turn around, condom in hand.
"'m sorry darlin', should've remembered sooner"
But that's not what you wanted to say.
"Joel can we..." you gulped "can we not-- use it?"
He frowned as his dick damn near exploded.
You wanted him to fuck you raw?
"Jesus sweetheart you tryna kill me today or somethin'?"
You smiled, your hands fidgeting.
"N-no I just... this is my first time... I- I wanted to feel it, y'know?" you murmured "A-and I'm clean and if you... if you use it with all the other women then you must be clean too, so..."
Joel had the urge to laugh.
"That ain't what 'm worried about, pretty doll"
It was one thing your dad finding out he'd fucked you... a different thing if he'd fucking got you pregnant.
Your mouth formed an o shape as you remembered.
"O-Oh no, I-I'm on the pill"
I shouldn't do this.
There's still a risk.
I'm old enough to be her father I shouldn't be doing this for countless different reasons.
I shouldn't.
I really fucking shouldn't.
And yet Joel had already gotten rid of the condom and had made his way on top of you.
You smiled before he kissed you, taking away all the oxygen from your lungs.
"I need you to relax now sugar" he murmured, his hand guiding his dick to your entrance once again.
"O-ok" you nodded, feeling the very tip of him push inside you.
"Just like that" he praised, kissing you again "Doing so well f'me"
It burned.
The stretch got more and more demanding as he tried to push himself deeper into you.
"Ah!" you gasped, your hands gripping his biceps as he kissed your neck.
"I know baby, I know"
"I-it's big" you cried, planting your feet on the mattress to try and ground you.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, looking you in the eyes, although yours were shut close.
"N-no" you shook your head "I just... " you hissed from the pain as he slid in an inch further.
"You can do it babygirl" he whispered, still planting kisses everywhere he could reach.
"B-but it's too big" you whimpered desperately as he still kept going. It felt interminable.
"Don't ya worry 'bout it honey" he said, moving some hair out of your face "I'm gonna make it fit"
That got him the first little moan of pleasure, which coincided with you letting him get an inch deeper.
"Yeah you like that?" he cooed "You like the idea of me filling you up with my cock to the very brim?"
You moaned again, louder.
"I know you do sugar." one of his hands had traveled between your bodies to find your clit, making you cry out even louder "Want nothing more than to be full of me, do ya?"
"'s ok sweetie, we're almost there" he promised, his breath sending shivers up your spine "You're taking me so well... letting me stretch this perfect little pussy for the very first time..."
It still burned, but the worst was done, and his words were making you forget half the pain.
"such a good girl" he cooed "There we go, like that, lemme in babygirl... fuck"
You'd done it.
"Oh my god" you gasped.
You felt utterly and completely full, like your body had been missing a part of it all this time.
"Joel" you cried, your grip on his arms tightening.
"You ok sugar?" he asked, although you could hear the restraint in his voice.
"Yes" you breathed opening your eyes to look at him "Yes please do- do something"
He smirked as he gave you a quick kiss.
"I'm gonna start moving now, ok?"
You nodded hastily "Y-yes- please".
And so what could he do, if not exactly what you'd asked?
He retracted his hips just to thrust in again, and... wow.
"O-Oh my god" you cried, as he did it again, finding a slow and oh so very deep pace.
He was rolling his hips, grinding against your pelvis every time he trusted in, making fireworks explode in your body.
"Fuck, doll" he groaned, his pace quickening "Y'feel so good... so tight for me"
You could only moan at his words, your legs wrapping around him.
"it's like you were made for my cock" he said, staring at you although your eyes were closed.
He didn't want to miss even a second of this.
"To let me fuck you like you need" he hissed, having to refrain himself from coming too soon.
That had been a danger since the very first inch of him had entered you.
You just felt so fucking good.
"You're such a good girl baby, y've got no idea" he groaned, kissing and licking your neck "Taking me so well"
"J-Joel!" you basically screamed once the fingers on your clit resumed their work.
"I know baby" he cooed, continuing to fuck you thoroughly "I know it's a lot, but you can take it"
The sound of your skin slapping with his bounced off the walls with each thrust together with the creaks of the mattress.
"I-I- Joel" you kept on crying, your breathing getting more and more ragged as your belly tightened expecting the approaching orgasm.
"what is it darlin'?" he purred, "need me to fuck you harder, softer?" he murmured "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to ya baby"
"M-more"
He could only smirk as he picked up his pace, now slamming into you harder, feeling your walls tighten with each thrust.
"Oh god- O-Oh shit--"
"C'mon doll," Joel groaned as your nails dug into his skin "Be a good girl and come for me- let me feel you come around my cock"
He didn't even need to ask.
"like that" he rasped as your eyes shut tight and you cried as loud as your vocal chord permitted "Just like that- good fucking girl"
Each molecule of your body rearranged itself as the orgasm overtook your body, mind, and soul.
You were sure you had ascended to another universe, the only thing that grounded you was Joel's words as he reached his own peak.
"Fuck doll, 'm gonna come" he grunted " 'm gonna fill you up babygirl- like that- take it sugar-- take it all"
It took a long while for you to gain back consciousness, and when you did, you found yourself lying under Joel's blanket, his hand gently drawing patterns on your arm as he... he was watching you.
"There she is"
You could only find it in yourself to smile as you leaned closer to him, leaving a soft, quick kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, Joel"
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