#Tw toxic behaviour

[antiendovents]

Alright. I'll try my best.

Manipulation does have two definitons; but in the way of behavior; manipulation is when a person uses harmful, or controlling methods to either avoid responsiblity, conceal their true intentions and/or cause doubt and confusion.

Lying is part of this whole triad; to make an example. So is gaslighting. And sometimes blaming, critizing and shaming is included; but when that is the case, it is not to lie but to emotionally hurt or damage the indiviual.

Basically that's what some toxic people do. Emotionally manipulate. Surely you've heard of someone with a toxic friend? Maybe you were right and forgot this definiton (shrug)

Btw can I claim 👁🧩? Or 👁🔥? I might stay around.

yeah,, I think we get it now thanks. We have heard of toxic friends and had a few ourselves, I think we just didn't really understand the manipulation part,, if that makes sense,, either that or we did forget it ((memory loss be a bitch, especially when you have The Forgetting Things Disorder /silly))

thanks! And yeah you can be 👁🧩 anon! ^_^

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

open starter: muses 21+ possible connections: toxic boyfriend/girlfriendi muse: ivy / kinder teacher / submissive note: ivy has a very bad ex/or your muse is her current bad boyfriend/girlfriend after a bad relationship , tws are tagged. yes, this is the negative version of a starter i just wrote, and yes that was based on a closed starter. woops. Happy to plot!

Ivy had flinched the moment the plate had hit the floor. She hadn't meant to drop it. One moment she'd been washing the dishes, the next it had slipped from her hands as she jumped, startled by the storm trying to start. It had landed on the kitchen tile, cracked into a few pieces, and the panic had started. Her heart began to thump in her chest, tears already prickling in her eyes as she took a shaky breath.

The kitchen door opened and she heard foot steps and Ivy stumbled backwards straight away, scared. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it," Ivy could barely look up from the ground, cowering, stumbling backwards. "The s-storm..the thunder..I just.." Ivy hadn't even noticed that there was a cut on her foot, from the plate. She was too anxious about the storm, too anxious about what they were going to say.

"I'm s-sorry.."

[lilianaxjackson]

"How am I supposed to think that when you've told me nothing, Anthony. This is what we're fucking arguing about." She breathed, hands pressed against the sides of her head, muttering words in Portuguese she wasn't going to translate. A mantra to keep herself from going absolutely crazy. "I know I can bloody well be angry." The woman snapped, turning around in the hopes that not looking at her husband's face would calm her down. He'd confirmed it now. Physical and mental torture. She wasn't going to undo his hard work and add onto the trauma, but she knew that this conversation needed to be had. She would do her best to do it without yelling at him, for she knew he would only get hurt more in the process of what she had to tell him. "Then why?" She asked, astounded by his confession, understanding how she was still torn by the love she had for someone else. "If you think that, if you know that. Then why start this charade? Why even attempt to mend what is broken and not just giving us both a fair chance with someone else?"She'd turned around again, glassy eyes staring at him intensely. "Instead you made me go through the process of breaking his heart -- Travis! Who is the last person to deserve all of this." She hugged her frame, looking down at the patterns in the counter stone, long enough until the word forgiveness left his mouth. "No you don't. You took your family's pressure and you placed it on my shoulders. Made me dread every test, every failure and when I finally spoke up about it you left." Her hand moved up to aggressively wipe the tears from her cheek. "I slept with someone." She dropped the bomb, yet avoided his gaze. In fact, she tried to zone in on a spot where she couldn't even see a glimpse of him. "I--and then you went missing. They searched, and they searched, found nothing. And then just like that you were dead. There were no answers, i cheated and you were dead. We were grieving you, we felt guilty, and we fucking--" She gritted her teeth, never having spoken of this to anyone but Julieta. "I could've finally been a mom. Because of what I did to you. Poetic justice that I lost it the day before the funeral, I'm sure." @anthonyxblake

"You think I didn't spend every fucking," a hint of anger escaped as he flared his nostrils with the curse word, "moment regretting how I left you, Lili?" Hell, finding his way back to his wife was one of the few things that kept the man from caving to those that held him in captivity for as long as they did. "You can be angry," hell, even he knew that she should be angry. When he returned, he had to relive every shit moment that ever had prior to leaving. Every time he lost his temper. Every time he blamed her for not giving him the family that his family pressured him to have. It was clear his younger brothers weren't going to give them what they wanted and had placed all of their wants and desires to be grandparents on Anthony's shoulders. It had broken the man. He deserved everything she was saying to him, he wasn't going to deny that. "I had every intention of making an effort," to getting back to a life with the woman he had once loved, "but when you answered the door with an engagement ring, did you just want me to forget about that? You might have broken it off with him but you don't stop loving someone that quickly." Anthony bit down on his tongue to fight his explosive urges. This was the first situation in which he was putting the last two years of rehabilitation to the test. "You want me to make an effort with someone who's clearly still in love with someone else?" Anthony shook his head, running a hand through his hair, "You moved on." He couldn't blame her for that, she had every right to do so when she thought he was dead. "I take responsibility for the shitty husband I once was," he dropped his hand from his hair and moved toward the counter to place his hands on it, "I've worked on that," but he knew it wouldn't be enough, "even the counseling isn't working, Lili, you know that," Anthony sighed with the admittance, "you'll never forgive me for how I was and I don't deserve that forgiveness." @lilianaxsantos

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Yandere!Alastor x Reader Thoughts:

Alastor would be the type to adjust and tailor his darling's behaviour/tastes into what he desires in a way that's subtle but noticeable.

For instance, it would start with something as small as music taste. He strikes me as the type to hate rock music the same way the majority of people can't stand country music.

Just a cacophony of senseless noise that isn't pleasant to him in the slightest and makes his eye twitch the moment the first few chords ring out around a room.

He'll listen to his darling emphatically go off about their favorite artists, sure - smile never wavering in the slightest as they list names with a passion that, if he wasn't so composed, would spark jealousy.

But he wouldn't return the energy in the slightest, only giving the most minimal responses back possible. It wouldn't be cold to the point he'd come off as rude, but it would be enough to plant the seed of doubt in their mind on whether or not the music they like is really as great as they think.

Gradually he'd shift the conversation over to different genres in the music industry and the difference in engagement would be night and day.

The same would go for any other topic. In order to get anything out of him, the more they would have to involve themselves with what he likes.

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry react if his beloved said they feel like a prostitute bc he's spoiling them all the time ( with presents, vacations and whatever) and refuses his presents or give them back to him?

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We've seen Terry Silver preform almost every sort of foul act under the sun but slutshasming.

So, the fact beloved does it to themselves? Inconceivable!

Like, he'd legitimately be infuriated and demand to know who was it that filled their head with something so dumb because he's convinced they couldn't have come up with it all on their own and the moral guilt stems from somewhere outside of themselves, or rather, from someone outside of themselves. It's usually the case. Nobody's feeling tremendously bad about flying a gas guzzling, air-polluting private jet until Greenpeace comes along to remind them they should feel bad. That's just the truth. He knows. Actually, he tends to feel better about flying a gas guzzling, air-polluting private jet precisely because Greenpeace criticized and protested him that week on the streets of LA, but that's neither here nor there. As such, Terry's convinced it was someone being jealous. Envious of everything he's giving and affording beloved. Someone looking to piss on beloved's sunshine. Someone looking to piss on him! Was it the way beloved was raised? Was it some green eyed punk somewhere convincing them of this bullshit behind his back? He genuinely wants to know who or what it was! He genuinely wants revenge on them, be they a person or a concept! He's outright angry, probably telling beloved they should snap out of this crap and start enjoying life immediately, or more precisely, the life they have by his side because he's smart enough to know who deserves what out of him, why and when. For how long. He's smart enough to differentiate who's a whore and who isn't (and he's undoubtedly been with enough of them to know) and in any regard, even if beloved was a whore, they're his and he decides what label he's going to ascribe them, not someone else, not even beloved themself, in fact.

That privilege is his alone.

If he tells you you're a robot, you're a robot.

And if he tells you you're the apple of his eye, you're the apple of his eye.

If he tells you to take pleasure in soaking in a jacuzzi, eating strawberries dipped in chocolate washed down with some expensive champagne, guess what --- you'll take pleasure in it. He can suggest nicely or he can just give you a wordless look and you'll know he expects you to do as you're told.

Returning his gifts and rebuking his generosity on this principle of shame only results in even more anger out of him.

If beloved doesn't want the presents he gave them then those presents might as well not exist because you see, their purpose is now obsolete from his point of view, which means, he's very likely to just destroy whatever it was beloved gave back in front of beloved's own eyes as a way to teach a rather sadistic lesson in gratitude and he'll do so with the utmost relish and glee. Terry undoubtedly smiles ramming his fist into the protective glass of a Rolex watch because that Rolex is pointless and worthless unless beloved likes it and wears it. Didn't want it? Thought it's making you into a hooker? So be it. Now you're something worse than a hooker and you're being gaslit into feeling actual shame because you're needlessly wasteful and costing him millions of dollars in mangled gifts. Not that he cares. But you do. And that's what matters here. For all intents and purposes, he's having a sick amount of fun. You're to blame. The consequences are on you. Wanna be difficult? Okay, so be difficult then. Be it an expensive car, revenue, jewelry, clothing, man will find ways to just ruin whatever it was that was shoved back into his keeping to provide the understanding that there's extreme consequences, to, as he sees it, rejecting his generosity --- said consequences stemming anywhere from demolished cars, smashed jewelry, furniture used instead of punching dummies, torn designer clothes, flats (mysteriously) burning down in the night and my god, if this man ever gave beloved a private island, that private island might just end up as a garbage quarry for his next toxic waste dumping ground. Who's to tell? None of this would've happened if beloved simply, oh, I don't know, loved his presents. Suffice to say Terry Silver doesn't have the moral quandaries most people have. To him money functions under the simple equation of 'I have it = I splash it because I can.' When someone starts acting stupid around his lavishness and open handedness, it tends to push his buttons and when he feels his buttons pushed, he tends to retaliate in the most juvenile, almost childlike way imaginable, control being threatened and things escalating to some unhinged levels.

He won't even flinch when he's accused of it. He's self-aware. He knows what he's doing because he's doing it on purpose and what's worse, he likes it. He likes the chaos and he likes the destruction. He'll grin through his teeth even as he does it and confesses to doing it. Even as he makes beloved watch what they brought about through their actions. But, it's not all giggles and cackling even as Terry kicks, punches. elbows and practices his Tang Soo Do on the windows, the hood and the shiny, color coated plating of the newest sport's car beloved felt uncomfortable about. Thing is, this all stems from a place of hurt and offense too.

He wanted to do so many lovely things for beloved.

And now that they don't want him to, he'll do bad things instead until they beg him to stop.

[borathae]

made a fake profile on a dating app just for the laughs and to mess with creepy men and matched with this guy, we talked, our vibes matched and I added him on my editing acc, at that time I didn’t think much of it or about him, because well its a man and I still was weary of him, I never thought we’d get close because well I wasn’t upfront from the start, but then we became closer than I expected, we started talking and we built this companionship overtime and honestly even tho I wanted to tell him the truth that “bro lemme add you to my main acc its not my real acc” i just thought I’ll deactivate this acc and never talk to anyone ever again because honestly I began feeling bad for what I did, but then it hit me hard “I’m really missing him” so I reactivated that acc after 10 days, and saw countless of texts from him, we were added on tiktok, he sent me texts in tiktok too “asking me what’s wrong if I’m okay or not and that he misses me” we talked for another month and then I felt so fucking guilty because well I realised that I’m getting way too attached to him and starting to like him and he doesn’t even know “me” I didn’t have the courage to tell him the truth because it was too late and I was scared of his reaction, and then I disappeared again for a day and I thought I’ll just give him a closure and tell him to not have hopes because well I’m backing off, I called him, I cried a lot, and I told him that we shouldn’t stay in touch anymore, he was shocked and quite hurt and kept asking me “why are you doing this” honestly that phone call changed the course of my life, I hated myself so much at that time, It hurt too much, he finally gave up on convincing me and he went silent for 2 days then he contacted me again and was firm on calling me and I didn’t want to talk at all but then I thought okay I might just tell him the truth too and hear what he has to say he called and I picked up. He asked “if I was hiding something from him, that if the person he saw was truly ‘me’…” (he basically found out) and it felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders, I told him the truth and said that I never once made any fake stories and that everything I said and shared with him was true. and what surprised me the most was how calmly and respectfully he talked with me even after finding out that I basically had been catfishing him and he was still trying to understand me, I kept telling him that “I’m embarrassed and I’m really guilty and that I’m sorry” and SIBI this man must be an angel because he was genuinely laughing about it, comforting me, asking me to go “easy on myself and that its fine and telling me it’s not a big deal, that maybe I had reason, I made a mistake but I realised and owned up to it” HE KEPT MAKING EXCUSES FOR ME? I kept asking him why are you not mad? whats wrong with you? you have to be mad! he was like “Idk I can’t be mad at you its tough” and I still remember sobbing while reading his texts, I even told him that we both should go to a rehab and get therapy because he’s being too calm and I’ve lost my fucking mind.

he was still trying to talk with me, I even sent him my real picture, It felt like I was doing a face reveal to my online friend ah, its been 2 days now and I ended things with him on a final note, told him that we shouldn’t stay in touch because it won’t be fair to him and I, as things didn’t start on a genuine note. And he said “its so hard to say goodbye but if that’s what you think is right for both of us then okay, bye live your life to the fullest and stop being so harsh on yourself about it, everyone makes mistakes and I forgive you”

SIBI I feel so lost, I have my exams in may and I can’t focus, I can’t sleep, I miss him so freaking much, I called my mom and told her everything and honestly I feel a lot more stable after talking to her, but I can’t get this heaviness off my chest, people say time and god will heal me, and I’m just praying that it gets better and I work on myself to become a better human, I might have lost the possible love of my life atp. Please pray for me <3 sorry for dumping all that on you, thank you sweetheart 💗

Not gonna lie, you sound like someone who has the avoidant attachment style and you should probably work through that first before engaging with him again. I'm sure that even if it worked out and you got together, you would constantly find reasons or things (this also counts for "i'm sooo unworthy" or stuff like "why are you not mad at me? you should be soo mad and get therapy") as to why you should end the relationship. Everything you said about catfishing people to ghosting him because "it was so scary to tell him the truth" to wanting him to be mad at you (so you had a reason to ghost him again) to still end up leaving him because "now you don't deserve him anymore" is just typical avoidant attachment style behaviour probably mixed with a sprinkle of low self-esteem.

It's draining and hurtful for the other person to be treated like something that you could be thrown away at any point, so kudos to you for letting him go when it was time and giving him the chance to get over it instead of stringing him along. I'm sure that in the long run, he will appreciate that you did what you did. You did the right thing for him and I hope that you can find ways to improve yourself. Rooting for you!! 💜

[escortingsecrets]

In my sick in and out hazy mind I have come to realize something- the reason I dont write with @shinrascomputer as much as I do here. I'll put it below the cut, it is drama but not from Tumblr at all. So people dont have to look at the whole thing I have a TLDR too below. Just. It explains a lot and he'll be on a hiatus until I can figure out my own mind and what to do here.

TLDR; I had a toxic and abusive roommate years ago, and thats why my joy for Lucas' muse isnt there

To explain it better: I moved out of my parents house to go to college. I moved in with a friend from way back in high school grade 9- at that time I had known them for about ten years, give or a take a break of a few years in the middle there as we both graduated from different high schools when they moved.

The problem didn't star right away- now, as I've joked, Lucas is one of my oldest OCs. I was 13, in a French Class, and doodling dumb characters while waiting for the teacher with friends. Then, I made Lucas. He just,,, Never went away I suppose. Doodled him more and more, he became a full character and not just a doodle.

When I went to college at 23, Lucas was one of my favourite characters, an intro in OCs and the amount of creation they can have. Then, the roommate made a second Hojo experiment, combining different DNA into a child, and... Named him Luke. I assumed it just a coincidence, shrugged it off. Heard more and more about them, how the mom was horrible, how Hojo raised them, and, I started to have the nagging feeling it wasn't just a coincidence. They claimed they made Luke years ago, but we'd been writing for ages, they'd written with Lucas and other OCs, shared their own. But never mentioned this sudden favourite character they wanted to include in everything.

Fast forward a few years in the pandemic, and we were on the Twitter RPC. Things started to happen, drama was flying all over the place. I left the rpc quietly, too tired and exhausted, keeping in touch with people through other socials. They kept writing, kept mentioning all these things about stuff I told them not to do. Their treatment of myself and my (now ex) partner got terrible. We moved in with my parents, and they shot every bad mouth thing they could at us both, screamed at us to gtfo. We left when they were at work, defeated and tired, and blocked them on everything. I later learned the dramas were, mostly, by their hand, their toxic and manipulative behaviour ruined quite a few characters for me that I still dont write as I used to (Tseng, and Rufus, are also on that list).

But I've never let go that they had a character named Luke, that they made after countless rps with Lucas, tried to claim they were years old and such a special muse for them. I can't write Lucas without thinking of that, I can't enjoy my little gremlin like I used to anymore, because now, his character is tainted with a past I don't know how to wipe away to find the joy I used to.

That's also why I'm so cautious about writing characters and sharing my ideas, why I don't like discussing them or feel like I need to be vague. I know people won't steal him, everyone here is so lovely and has been a very welcoming community, I see so many others that have faced the same problems of ideas being taken and it pains me to know that someone I thought a close friend was actually just a thief, and a manipulator like that.

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

It turned out that Eddie really wasn't buying her excuse or protests. She could have dealt with it, honestly, but now it was becoming so much more then it needed to be. She stiffened at the sound of his exclaim, eyes widening, suddenly frozen to the spot. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him as he stormed forward, before her face scrunched up in slight pain as his large fingers wrap around her bicep, body slamming against his slightly. Her frame quivers against him, bottom lip wobbling dangerously as he hisses into her ear. "I..It was..the thunder.." Ivy can't quite get out the sentence, words caught in her throat.

Fear almost turns to confusion as he pets her on the head, even tucking hair behind her ear. It's sweet. Eddie doesn't always do sweet. Especially not in a moment like this, and it doesn't do much to settle the heart thudding in her chest. "Okay," she breathes out, but doesn't move. Blue hues follow his journey to the hall, to fish out a broom, and her gaze just moves back to the glaze, shattered and strewn across the floor, dangerously close to her socked feet. Thunder in the distance makes her flinch, and she tries to just take a few deep breaths, staring down at the mess she's made. Maybe if she cleans it up, he won't be too mad - but she'll wait for the broom, it's a little dangerous. Even if she's not sure what mood he'll be in when he comes back.

Fear and rage are indistinguishable to Eddie; they are one and the same he knows nothing else. To be startled, innocently, accidentally, or intentionally, means to be caught in vulnerability, reminded that he was simply not on his guard. And that reminder, that he is fallible and human and capable of victimization, pisses him off more than anything in the world.

Porcelain meets tiled floor, shattering in a moment of quaint comfortability in a thunderous storm it stirs something in him, startles him in his place upon the couch. Fight or FLIGHT icy gaze darts to the four corners of the room then, angrily at the direction of the kitchen. "Fuck " he exclaims breathlessly, standing and trudging towards the source of his fright in a terrifyingly rage - filled manner.

Any good, well - meaning boyfriend, after hearing a crash from where their partner is, would be startled and want to check on their wellbeing well, not Eddie. Large frame blocks the doorway, eyes wide with rage and disbelief. "Ivy, what the FUCK!!" Too enraged to even see straight, to even have heard her. "The fuck you mean you didn't mean to?" Rough hand grabs her bicep, forces her smaller frame to collide into his own. Nose pressed to her temple, lips ghosting the shell of her ear, he whispers through gritted teeth, "make a mess in my house? break my shit?"

It's only when he relinquishes her bicep and pulls back that he sees the nervous fear on her features. Exhaling roughly through his nose, Eddie reluctantly ( and against his true nature ) puts on his best face, large hand petting her head before hooking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't pick it up with your hands, baby." Porcelain cracks under his booted feet. "I'll get you the broom." He departs from her, cursing under his breath in search of a way for her to fix this.

[111lustforlife]

perhaps you could change your behaviour instead of giving out that elaborate apology

[loongsnouts]

Hi! Long time no post.

Life got very busy, and my mental health has also been terrible. Losing Sansa in 2021 broke me down, and it has taken almost 3 years to kind of feel better again. But then a month ago we had to put Fjalar down he was suffering and there were no other choice but i was the hardest decision of my life. So I am right back down in the darkness. I also had to stop my anti depressants🙃

I have the intention of very quickly recapping where I left in April 2022 until today because on Friday something exciting is happening that I want to post about in real time.

I do this for me, but if things I write are helpful or enjoyable for others, that is always a bonus!

This post is from May 2nd to July 3rd, 2022, but also some information to connect from where I left off in April 2022.

In May 2022, Bucky turned 1. We also did our 2 first confirmation competitions. They were unofficial for us to get a little bit of experience. He did amazing and got very good critiques. He is such a chill dog sleeping out in the open while we wait just his second ever show!

We also went to at least one lure coursing training during this period, but as the constant dog handler, I never get any good lure coursing or conformation pictures myself.

Bucky and Fjalar continue to be very good buddies🥰

(He wears a GPS if anyone was wondering what the thing on his collar is.) (I think right around here was when I gave up on having him loose he would not come reliably on recall so it was not an option anymore. He is very happy running aorund on his flexi and going to the dogpark to run.)

[nightmarecountry]

41. A kiss out of spite ( from Dream )

no faster way to get their attention than to make them feel like he might slip out of their grasp if they aren't careful. the corinthian bites back a laugh when they kiss him--if he laughs, they'll know he did this on purpose, spent most of a Dreaming evening playing the rake to a host of pretty, alien things that were delighted by his nightmarish form. instead he makes a soft, deliberate noise of surprise when they crowd into his space, more shadow than solid form, and tangles both hands in their hair to kiss them with all the ferocity his nature demands.

"my lord?" his left eyemouth asks, both eyes open while they kiss, hoping to catch dream's own. "what did i do to--hah--rile you so?"

[missperfectlyfinewrites]

Daisy didn't want to argue with him. She didn't like to cause conflict. Not at work, not in the grocery store , not with Eddie. She much preferred things to be smooth sailing, but clearly Eddie was cut from a different cloth. She stiffened as Eddie's fingers gripped at her cheeks, lips squishing together. Daisy had never been in a relationship before, so maybe Eddie had a point that he knew how things worked..but Daisy could have a say too, right?

She couldn't help the slight grimace as he makes her head bounce up and down in a nod, at the laugh that escapes him. He turns to leave, and her fingers sneak up to her face, rubbing at where his fingers gripped so tightly. Faster they go, faster they can come back. That doesn't sound too bad. Maybe.

"I just need to get a jacket, it looks a little cold out." She mumbled, stepping towards the bedroom instead of the front door. Daisy wants to make sure there isn't a mark..and well, she needs a moment.

"Don't you think I know what's best for us?" ' For you? '

Eddie's inbedded in her now, toxic shards of glass lodged between her ribs, a rot that cannot be cut out. They are one, exactly as he planned it to be. This fierce control over another person satiates a more heinous need one more violent, full of gore and defilement Daisy, much to her credit, keeps that unsightly beast at bay. Pathetically pliable for him, his subconscious delights in ruining her psyche further. He's working on it slowly but surely.

He continues:

"We're going out " Wide hand snares her face in its grasp, pads of its fingers pressing so firmly into the flesh of her cheeks they might leave bruises. "Got it?" He forcibly tilts her head up and down, straining an artificial nod of obedience. An untimely giggle funny guy makes himself laugh.

"Faster we leave, faster we can get back, baby." It's the only kindness he extends to her, relinquishing his hold on her face and turning on his heels. "Come on; let's go."

[paddyfitz]

looking for advice:

anyone who has binge drink once a month (this is anywhere between 3 glasses of wine/3 beer bottles/3 shots vodka and I'll say 6 glasses wine/6 shots/6 beer bottles or 4 pints of beer) do you have long term effects you've noticed over the years? I guess I just find it hard to believe it is absolutely deadly if you have no underlying illnesses or alcoholism (this is in the scenario of a perhaps dangerous or problematic behaviour with alcohol no more than once a month).. I'm asking more for my granddad than myself to assuage any concerns.

Google is not specific enough and a doctor would be unprofessional to discuss this. But say you did a once a month sesh for 30 years. Has anyone any experience of how this affects you? Or anything relevant. Thanks

[mochroialainn]

Think I need someone older

Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder. take the weight off your shoulders, think I need someone older ft. ex boyfriends dad John Price tw. age gap [reader is 22 and John is in his mid-late 40s], oral sex [male and female receiving] mentions of cheating [not by price or reader], insinuation of multiple rounds, PIV sex, creampie, mentions of a bitchy ex-wife, fem!reader, female anatomy, illusion to toxic and psychologically abusive relationship a/n. this turned out a lot longer than i anticipated it to be or i intended but when i started i just couldn't stop. price also works in security in this. this is also the first ime in ages that i have written something this long, so i apologise if it non-sensical or it makes no sense. word count.  3769 banner by @kaitsawamura

ex boyfriends dad John Price who had grown to hate the man his son at become, he was spoiled and entitled and thought he was gods gift to mankind always looking down on others and it was all because of his ex-wife. The woman worshiped her son, saw him as her prized possession, she did everything for him. Washing, cooking, cleaning and never punished him for anything he did and turned him into the monster he was today. John had tried to change her ways, tried to punish him and instill some discipline and human empathy into him but his wife wouldn’t have any of it. If John took his electronics away for misbehaving, his wife would give them back in 5 minutes. If he grounded him for any period of time, he knew all he had to do was ask his mom if he could go out and she would immediately tell him yes and to be safe and have fun. Any time he showed disrespetful behaviour, to them and to the other people she would always say ‘boys will be boys’. It was one of the many things that led to their eventual divorce when their son was 15. They shared custody and anytime his son was over Price tried to correct his behaviour, believing it was never too late but all of his work would be undone anytime he would go back to his mothers and by the time his son was 18 and stopped coming over as mandated by the courts, it was too late. Now his son only came round when he wanted something or was in the type of trouble he didn’t want his mother to know about. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who met you for the first time at his son's 21st birthday, he didn’t plan on staying long and was only going to show face, put some money on the tab for his son and give him his present. And there are you, a pretty little thing wrapped in the arms of his asshole son and he decides to stay just a little longer than he planned to talk to you. You are oh so sweet when he talks to you, telling him you had heard good things about him from his ex-wife and son (which he instantly doubted, his wife was still bitter he went through with the divorce and his son saw him as this hard-handed father always dishing out punishments he believed he didn’t deserve), you voice is positively dripping with syrup and John feels his heart pick up in a way he hadn’t felt in years. But as he walks with you, he watches. Closely. Watches the way you're never too far away from his son, how you talk to nobody but him, how your eyes are always searching for his son in the room, how you rub your hand up and down your arms to comfort yourself as you watch his son talk, no, flirt with every other woman in the room. It makes something in his gut twist itself into knots because his son as this absolutely beautiful and sweet girl right there and he was just throwing it away

ex boyfriends dad John Price who meets you a few times in the next year, in cafes or supermarkets or even just when you’re out for a walk in the local park, you always look so pretty especially in the warmer months when you’re out and about in little summer dresses and short skirts, the warm summer sun shining on your skin and giving you a gorgeous glow,  and you are always so so nice to him, making conversation with soft smiles and wide eyes but he notices you're a littlemore skittish, always checking your phone and looking around you anxiously as if someone was watching you, how your clothes start to get a bit more conservative the little hints of your gorgeous skin now being hidden behind long sleeves and trousers. When he asks if you’re okay you give him a small smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and tell him everythings fine, the feeling he had in his gut when he first met you gets worse. He knew something was wrong and though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was he knew it had to do with his son. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who hasn't seen you for a few months since he last saw you in December, the last time he saw you all the warmth had drained from your face and your eyes and though you were smiling there was an undeniable sadness and pain just rolling off you in waves. It broke his heart to see someone who was once so full of life become lifeless, like all the light and warmth that had radiated from you when you first meet was sucked out and replaced with a deep darkness that penetrated the very fibers of your soul. When he see’s you again, its Spring and the world has started to gain a bit more of its colour back, and so have you. You’re in a local bar, your friends surrounding you as you laugh and drinkand dance, John watches from the bar. Watches the way your eyes light up and your smile finally reached your eyes, the way your cheeks are dusted in a small pink hue as the alcohol flushes your skin. He smiles as he brings his whiskey to his lips and turns away from your group, who unbeknownst to him were trying to convince you to go up and talk to him despite the fact that he was your ex-boyfriends dad. They rolled their eyes and shoved at your shoulder every time you tried to brush them off, saying what better way to get revenge against your cheating, toxic ex-boyfriend than to sleep with his dad? And with the encouragement of another shot you decide to go ‘fuck it’ and walk up to the bar, sliding in comfortably beside John your hand falling right beside his your pinky finger brushing against as you turn your head to look at him only to find him already looking at you, his eyes raking up and down your body. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud, at least not to you at this very moment, but gods was he glad you were showing a little bit of skin again, the tight crop top you had on giving him the perfect view of your cleavage and leaving the delcious skin of your sides exposed while the short skirt you wore hugged the curve of your hips in such a teasing manner that he just wanted to reach out and palm the fat with his big hands just to feel it squish between his fingers, and your thighs gods he just wanted to bury his face inbetween them and feel the fat press against his head. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who smiles at you, warm and welcoming, eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth as he greets you with a friendly ‘hi’, you give him a flirtatious smile and a ‘hi’ back. You quickly fall into an easy conversation, catching up with one another and skirting over the glaring question of what happened. You talk about your classes and how glad you are to be graduating soon and, saying how you’ve already secured a graduate position in one of the top companies within your industry and he tells you some stories of his time in the military and when he tells you about a scottish man called ‘Soap’ you can’t help but giggle and ask how he got that name and when John tells you its classified you pout at him and he damn near pulls you in for a kiss right there. Time flies by so quickly when you’re talking to him that you don’t even notice your friends leave, your best friend sending a text letting you know everyone got home safely and to use protection and not to do anything she wouldn’t do (which causes you to roll your eyes and John can’t help the dirty thoughts and images that flashes through his mind when he sees it), or how the numbers in the bar keep dwindling down until its just the two of you left and the bartender gives you a cheeky smile as you close out your tab (John insisting on paying for yours as well). 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who insists on walking you home when you’re ushered out of the bar, his hand casually slipping around shoulder as he pulls you against him, using the fact that the spring night is chilly and you didn’t bring a jacket out with you and he just radiates warmth, which instantly spreads through you at his touch. Starting in your cheeks, causing an adorable flush that quickly spreads through your entire body settle deep in your stomach and your core. You continue to chat as you walk, more stories flowing between the you and you flush even brighter at the big belly laugh he lets out as you share your drunken stories from freshers week when you first started university. Before you know it, you’re outside your apartment and you dwindle for a bit conversation dying down but neither of you wanting to say goodbye yet. It takes a nothing more than a few nanoseconds for you to decide to invite him up for a drink, telling him you had a bottle of 15 year old single malt your father gifted you for being accepted into your dream job after college and he accepts even quicker.

ex boyfriends dad John Price who follows behind you, his hand in yours and his heart beating rapidly in his chest feeling like a goody teenager as he crosses the threshold of apartment, he doesn’t even let the door fully close before he’s turning you around and pinning you to it. One hand gripping your hips and the other cradling your jaw like you are the most precious thing in the world, completely contradicting the way he kisses you. Its deep, harsh, bruising and full of passion, lips slotting against yours like they were always meant to be there. The kiss is absolutely intoxicating, one hand reaches out to fist at his shirt while the other tangles in his hair at the back of his head, your grab is a little tighter than you expected and tension at the back of his skull causes a moan to ripple from deep in Johns chest and spill into your mouth and you arch into him, pressing yourself impossibly closer to him, your hand moving from his chest to grip at his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as his hand moves from your hip to grab at your ass and pull you against him, his hard cock pressing into the plush of your stomach through his jeans. John pulls away from the kiss far to quickly for your liking and you go to chase his lips but he quickly buries his head in your neck, lips pressing against your pulse point as you pant and move your neck to give him better access to the skin, his teeth graze your skin as the kisses turns to bites and the moan you let our is absolute music to John’s ears.

ex boyfriends dad John Price who feels a little guilty about what he’s doing, the rational part of his brain at war with the emotional part, telling him it’s wrong and he shouldn’t be doing this, apart from the fact that you were more than 20 years younger than him you were also his son ex-girlfriend for gods sake and maybe part of him was doing this to spite his son and maybe you were doing the same thing, he didn’t know the details of what happened you didn’t elaborate when you told him you had broken up just after new year, maybe you were just doing this for revenge to screw with his son, to show him what he missed but the emotional part is screaming at him that this is right, that right there is where he’s meant to be. He found you attractive, had since he first saw you, but it was more than that he thought you were amazing and kind and so so smart, he enjoyed every second of the small amount of time he got to spend with you idly chatting when you meet, you made his heart beat so erratically in his chest that he was sure it was going to rip out of this chest but he wouldn’t even mind if it meant he go to give it to you for safe keeping  because he knew there was no better place it than in your hands. Eventually the rational side wins and John’s panting as he pulls back from your neck, pupils wide as he looks in your eyes. You see a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and something inside you shrinks back a little and the heat that had been pooling inside of you was slowly turning stone cold but the way John rubs his tumb against your cheek stops it from flaming our completely. His voice is quiet as he ask if you want this, he’s still breathless as the words pass it lips and you barely hear it but when it registers in your brain you are instantly saying ‘yes’ and nodding your head.  That’s all he needs for his emotional side to win and he is pressing his lips to yours once again and his hands are gripping onto your thighs as he easily hoists you up into his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.

ex boyfriends dad John Price who doesn’t even take you to the bedroom, instead he gently places you on the sofa as his hands reach out to remove your shirt, throwing it over his shoulder hapazardly (you notice in the morning it’s hanging of the edge of your lamp shade), his lips trailing down your throat and across your collarbone intermittently changing from kisses to bites to sucks something akin to pride blooming in his chests as the purple marks bloom across your skin. Heat blooms where his lips touch and you grind up into him, the fabric of your skirt having rid up when he lifted you and being bunched around your hips leaving your panties and pussy exposed and allowing you to seek a delicious friction as your clit nudges against the fabric of his jeans through your panties, it helps that the fabric is tented from Johns hard cock. The moan you let out is almost pornographic from just the simple movement and John groans at the sound, moving his hips to meet yours as you grind just to hear it again. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price  who had planned to take his time with you, to learn exactly what made you come undone underneath him and to draw out orgasm after orgasm from you until you were a trembling mess who couldn’t even remember his own name, he wanted to make you moan and scream until your throat was raw and watch those pretty little eyes roll to the back of your head as pleasure overwhelmed your body, but he could feel the wetness of your underwear through his jeans and the way you nails dug into his skin through the fabric of his shirt so hard he was sure they would leave little crescent indents on the skin and bruises that would last days, ones he would proudly show off and he decided fuck taking his time. He quickly removed his lips from your skin and you mourned their loss but the feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure as he moved down and presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear as John hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down your thighs once again throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly not caring where they landed as his hand wrapped around your thigh and he dove into your pussy. He licks at your clit, tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves and pleasure shoots through your entire body, sparks lighting up your nervous system and it feel like every nerve comes alive more the fire inside of you heating up to a new degree with every swipe of his tongue and as John presses a finger to your entrance gently to your entrance, at first testing the resistance before slowly pushing into you and curving in such away it presses against your g-spot and its almost like he can directly inside of you with the precision he hits it at. The pleasure causes a moan and an ‘oh god’ to tumble from your lips and your eyes roll black, which John watches from between your legs and as your head falls back against the arm of the chair he nips gently at your clit the tiny bit of pain causes a whine to tumble from your lips and a smirk forms on Johns lips

ex boyfriends dad John Price   who says “eyes on me sweetheart” and the ways the words tumble from his lips, deep and rumbly and dripping with heat that almost makes you melt. And oh god the vibration against your clit has you almost seeing stars and pushes you closer to the edge but you quickly snap your head back so you can look down at John who presses another kiss to your clit as a reward but then he pulls his finger from inside you and for the briefest second you think you’re being punished but he replaces his mouth on your clit with his thumb and starts circling your clit while he raises the rest of his body to give you a bruising kiss, your tongues mixing together as you taste yourself on him and with one last flick of his thumb John feels you tense underneath him as your orgasm rocks your body. You feel like your whole body is on fire, little fireworks lighting up every single nerve ending you have and causing you to moan into John’s mouth, your fingers scramble to to hold onto something, anything to ground you, eventually tangling in the fabric of John’s shirt as you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high and you separate your lips from John to mumble the words “you have too many clothes one”, he chuckles at you and ducks down to place a kiss against your pulse point again before sitting up and pulling off his shirt first and then reaching down to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers joining the mess of clothes all over the floor. Your eyes scan his body, his years in the military and security doing wonders for his body, corded muscles bulging in his arms as he brings his arms down on side of yours head forcing you to look him in the face once again where you’re meet with inquisitive and teasing eyes as he asks “like what you see sweetheart?” 

ex boyfriends dad John Price  who doesnt expect or wait for an answer as he presses his lips to yours in another searing kiss, lips and tongues melding together its almost like you were trying to drain each other life essence out just through the kiss. When John pulls away from you, a string of saliva connects you and only breaks when he dips his tongue out to swipe across his lips as he checks in with you again to make sure that this is what you want and when you nod, he takes one of his hands by your head and gently guides himself inside you. The stretch is absolutely delicious and a moan rips through you, starting deep in your chest and falling from your lips before you can even stop it but John doesn’t want you to stop it instead he grips your chin and tells you to be louder that he wants to hear every little sound that tumbles from your lips and so you do. With every thrust inside of you and every circle of Johns finger against your clit your moans get louder and more uncontrolled every fibre of your being filled with nothing but pleasure and your mind numb to any other thought than Johns name and the pleasure he is giving you. You cum again with John inside you, your nerve endings lighting up like the sun itself as you clench around him, the tightness of your pussy clamping down on Johns dick causing a jagged moan to fall from John’s lips. He knew he wasn’t going to last, he was already so worked up from kissing you and eating you out that he knew he was going to cum soon. And as you clench around him again, a mini ograsm richocting from your last one, he groans into you neck and takes your hip into a bruising grip, fingers and nail digging in to the plush flesh, he can’t himself as she sheathes himself inside of you right up to the hilt as his own orgasm rocks through him and he fills you with his cum. Your both panting, your chests heaving as you both come down from your high with ecstasy and adrenaline filling your systems and you notice, John is still hard inside of you so you say with a smile, “another round?” which may have turned into 2, including a round in the shower as he tried to clean you up from the previous rounds. 

ex boyfriends dad John Price who decided that night that he wanted this to be more, more than just sex. He wanted you in your entiretly, he wanted not just your heart but your soul. He wanted to know every secret you kept hidden buried deepen inside you, he wanted to know the simplest most basic parts of you, your favour colour and favourite food, what made you laugh and smile and what pisses you off. He wanted to hold your hopes and dreams in his hands and support you to reach to them, wanted to hold your hand as you rose and comfort you when you fell. He wanted your happiness and your pain. He just wanted you. Every part of you, no matter how knarled and ugly you thought it was because to him you would always be the most wonderful creature the gods had ever created.