#again I dont think it was meant to be predatory or anything but it's to casual brushing aside of boundaries that really bothers me

[ghostlyheart]

My boss said "you lost weight" to me and I was like oh hahaha yeah 🙂. When like. Besides the fact that that's not true. Why do you think it's appropriate for you as a 75 year old man to comment on your 20 year old employee's body.

[kedreeva]

as someone who is ace and entering college years, how has your dating life been as an ace? what other struggles have there been that you have advice for? i dont know any aces or similar around me older or otherwise. thank you for your time and i hope you have an easy day!

Okay this will get a little long so I'll put it behind a cut

Honestly I'm probably not the best person to ask, since I never really...struggled? Not specifically with asexuality or with anything related to it. I can tell you my experiences, though, and you can decide if there's anything worthwhile to take away from it!

I grew up in a house run by science and math. I knew the prefix a- meant without/not and I knew there was heterosexual and bisexual and homosexual, so when young and, importantly, before really ever interacting with other queer folk, I went Ah ha, these are (prefix)(sexual) and so therefore I am asexual (without sexuality), and that was that. That was literally all the thought I gave to it. People had crushes on other people, I didn't have crushes on people, end of story. If, for some reason, I developed a crush on someone, I would deal with it then.

Maybeeeee midway through HS, a very good friend of mine asked me about it, and I said well, some people like everyone the same, and I dislike everyone the same. And she said well, then it sounds like you like everyone the same, that amount is just zero, so that seems like bisexual? (she didn't know the term asexual was an actual sexuality term either at that point, just the biological term for reproduction and, well, I could reproduce theoretically so couldn't be that) And I said well, alright then, and called myself bisexual for the next 6 or 7 years. THEN I found out asexuality is a sexuality not just a mode of reproduction and I said Ah Ha, I was Correct, and that was that again.

So I guess if I was offering advice it would be... you know you. Don't let someone else tell you about you if you think they're wrong. Make up a word if there isn't one. Use a new word if you find one that already exists and fits.

Also, that it's fine to not worry about it. Literally it's fine to just never think about it if you have better things to do. I think a lot of people get really wrapped up in finding the right label and/or "what happens if-" when like... you're not a canned good. You don't need a label. Worry about what-ifs when they come up, don't borrow anxiety if you can help it.

I dated a few people in HS, like... three people I think, and one Almost. One predatory mistake I thankfully recognized (HEY because I had older folks online I could talk to about it!) and got out of quickly, and one hot mess relationship that was a LOT of fun- my boyfriend, Sark, and then his ex-girlfriend, and then I stepped out so they could get back together, and then they said wait no, and invited me back in, and that went on for most of the end of HS, and nearly into college, when I stepped out again (and peacefully, I am still friends with both of them and I married Sark in the end). There was one guy whom I was always, perpetually, extremely fond of, and we hung out a lot, kissed once, and I think we would have had a lot of fun dating, but ultimately it was a near miss that became a fond memory, because we were never in the right place together. Sometimes life does that, and that's okay, too.

In college, I simply didn't date anyone. I had better things to do. I met my best friend, @idkfandomwhatever, online that year (and still talk to her almost daily, sometimes for hours, despite that we are on opposite sides of the world!!), and in person @mishapeep who was the best roomie I ever had (hi!!!!! i love you!!!). I had great friends, I went on a TON of adventures, worked a cool job where I had awesome coworkers, and just all around had a blast learning stuff and napping in sunbeams or on couches at the food court. A couple of guys made passes, and I turned them down because I just wasn't into it, and we remained friends. There was one coworker at my dispatch job that I got along with like a house on fire, and everyone ELSE thought we should be dating, but neither of us ever brought it up- I can't say why he didn't for sure, but I know I never brought it up because I was 85% sure he didn't swing for the right team to date me, which I ALSO never brought up until he found me on facebook years later to tell me about his husband running for local election somewhere. so. again, don't let anyone else tell you what to do lol there was ALSO another guy that I had NO interest in that spent a lot of time around me, but we mostly sat in my bunk watching Queer as Folk, which I KNOW was his first exposure to queer material. I never talked about queer stuff with him otherwise, but I heard from a mutual friend of ours that he's also happily married to his husband. Sometimes just being yourself, openly and without shame about it, does more than you think, even if it's not doing anything directly for you (but it is, it's good for you too).

SINCE college ended, I dated one guy I met through an online game and that was great in person briefly, but ultimately didn't work out because he couldn't be a nice person, another guy I met through the same online game and that didn't work out at ALL in person, and then I started hanging out with Sark and co again. I was on the phone with him driving somewhere, and I said something to the effect of someday you're gonna find a gf and she's not gonna want you to keep going on adventures with your ex, and we won't be able to talk anymore and I had a real recordscratch moment where I realized absolutely NOT on MY watch, I wanted that boy in my life forever actually, and we've been married now for... this is year 8.

I may have landed in a soft place, but I didn't seek it out. I just lived my life and didn't worry about my sexuality or about who I was or wasn't gonna date. When I DID date, I was up front about what I wanted from any of those relationships and part of the problem with the relationships that didn't work out was sometimes that I did not KNOW what I wanted, yet. But, it was IMPORTANT I think, that I gave the chances I did, because I did learn about myself and what I wanted. That's probably the hardest fucking thing to learn, that relationships sometimes happen not because they're likely to be permanent, but because it may be fun or be a way to learn what you do or don't want. Maybe alongside of that, the lesson that it's okay to go "hm, actually this is Not For Me" and exit peacefully whenever possible. But it's okay to give temporary things a shot and see how it goes, even knowing up front it may be temporary (honestly maybe that even takes some of the stress of it off? if you don't have to worry about it being forever, and you don't have to worry about "what if I never experience other things," and you don't worry so much about messing it up so it feels easier to take chances saying and doing stuff you might otherwise consider too risky to ask for etc).

I'm aware I'm lucky that things went pretty smoothly for my entire life so far, insofar as dating or sexuality is concerned. Part of that was definitely because even the worst of the people I dated weren't really all that bad of people. A lot of it was that I just didn't date if I didn't want to. I didn't care about sex, so I didn't have sex for the first time until a few years after college, and only one guy ever pushed the issue at all (the guy in HS I immediately dropped all contact with).

The thing is... I dated or nearly dated like ten people, flirted with countless others (because it's FUN), and the only one I still have regular contact with (not just occasional friendly hellos) is the one I kept at the end.

But the friends I made in college? I kept a lot of those. I still talk to several of my college friends on a regular basis. I have made other friends since, some of whom I talk to every day, some of whom have become irregular contacts I am still fond of. But those bonds are important and the ones you make with your friends from here out do have the potential to span at least huge chunks of your life, if not the entirety of it. If you only take away one thing from this little novel...take that knowledge.

also this has nothing to do with asexuality but for pete's sake find SOME kind of hobby club to be a part of, or make one if there isn't one, follow your stupidest instincts for adventure on occasion (like playing freeze tag frisbee in a lightning storm on the PAC lawn at 11pm until the campus cops show up to make you go home), and take at least one "fuck it this sounds fun" class. Mine was archery at 7am, the only early-morning class I ever took. Worth it, we were all TERRIBLE but god it was awesome.

Good luck out there!

[heathersproship]

how bad is it? i just got it on my youtube recommended and i dont want to give it watch time

Going through the transcript because I'm not watching it again lmao. Typed it all out for context. Misinformation bolded in red for you to skim through.

TLDR: Youtuber Thumin obviously and obliviously describing antis but labeling them as proshippers. Unsurprisingly, she got her info from the good ol' Tiktok.

Starting at 3:24: "Let me go over what a proshipper even is."

"A proshipper is a fandom term for an individual who endorses or creates content that ships fictional characters together regardless if the ship is considered controversial or taboo. These ships can include minors in compromising situations, child x adult relationships, incest, and even glorified violence and SA. The reason why proshippers get so much backlash is their insistence on normalizing specifically child x adult relationships and sexualizing underage characters in their works while avidly defending their stance. "According to proshippers, they aren't doing anything wrong by depicting fictional children in inappropriate ways because no real child was harmed when creating said works. They are adamant that the problematic works they create or consume are completely harmless because it's fictional and those who criticize said works are stupid and in the wrong. This is my biggest issue with proshippers specifically. It's one thing to have a controversial opinion on something and rolling with it, and another to try and shove it down others' throats or harassing and bullying others who don't agree with your opinion. Proshippers are infamous for seeking out anyone who has any criticism for works that depict children in disturbing ways and straight up harassing them over that opinion. "It happened to me a while ago too when I criticized a manga because it shipped a kindergarten teacher with a toddler and I got swarmed by angry proshippers who insist I was in the wrong for my opinon. They went on to harass me in my mentions by sharing toddler hentai for anyone to see while still mocking me for not liking such a predatory relationship. [. . .] "In these fandom streets, proshippers are infamous for being freaks and weirdos who judge anyone who doesn't approve of their bizarre interest in sexualizing fictional kids. Some go as far as calling proshippers who still continue to sexualize children even in their adulthood [pedophiles]. [. . . ] So now that we know what a proshipper is and how problematic they can be . . ."

At 6:40:

"A proshipper is literally just a term for someone who supports problematic ships . . ."

At 9:40:

"When it comes to the whole discussion of if being a proshipper is good or bad, that's up to you guys to decide for yourself. I personally dislike the ship dynamics that proshippers die on the hill for. I think it's disgusting to sexualize underage characters, incest, and non-consensual relationships. That's my opinion. I also believe that sharing art like that could hurt real children because it helps normalize depredation that is being glorified in said works. Again, this is just my opinion. If these sensitive and taboo subjects are covered in a non-glorified way in order to shed light on them or to tell a compelling story then I personally don't mind them. As a fan of horror mangas and thrillers, it's common to come across stories with disturbing relationship dynamics and that's totally okay. The issue I have with proshippers is that they defend even the most blatant works that are literally just made and meant for predators to consume. They also have to attack and force their ideals on anyone even if it means harassing them for simply disagreeing with them. This is what I've personally noticed is the case, at least online."

So my New Year's Adam was incredibly disappointing lol. I quite liked her content. And I did the proshipper thing, which was to immediately SMASH THAT SUBSCRIBE BUTTON to unfuckingsub.

There was a comment she replied to saying that she worded it like this due to her experiences with proshippers in the past. Bestie, those weren't proshippers. SALS, like live and let live, is inherently anti-harassment. Someone whose job is to put out informative videos to facilitate meaningful discussions should know not to get her info from fucking Tiktok of all places.

[morgana-ren]

SUBMISSION: How about a nasty sweaty incel shiggy waiting everyday for his dad to go to work so that he could have his relief with stepmom? 

Excellent submission! Love that. Love that a lot! I find it only fair to warn you, however, that I won’t be doing mommy kink for it. Mommy kink is one of my squicks, and one of the very, very few I have. I’ll do the closest thing to it though: Daddy kink. Also I find the irony of him making his little stepmom call him daddy to be absolutely hilarious.

Also this one is a great concept and I love it but it’s going to have to be a multi-parter cause it got a little bit long. Lemme know if you like the concept and I’ll continue it. Also this posted under anonymous for some reason so cheers to tumblr and its endless fucking glitches that it never fixes or seems to make any better.

Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, sexism, really gross incel behavior, nsfl things, masturbation, violent sexual fantasies, nefarious planning, horrible suggestions from even more horrible friends, absolute LOATHING of family, and entitled bastard.

There is only one thing on this planet that Tomura hates more than his father.

Only one thing can even compare to the level of abject disgust he has for his dad. Everything about the man is abhorrent and degenerate, only tolerated because Tomura is, admittedly, a NEET, and had no where else to go after graduation. But if anything- anything- could hold a candle, it would be his taste in women.

All women are trashy on some level, but his dad really manages to find ones that pretend so hard that they aren’t. Vipers behind the veneer of smiling faces clad in red lipstick and smart skirts. Always “kind”, always “thoughtful”, and always fleeting. Fickle, stupid bimbos charmed by his dads surface level charisma to quickly realize just how shallow the pool became.

Even his own mom was like that: She fucked off once she realized staying with him meant staying with his dad, and that was a sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make. So she left him to rot in this cesspit with his worthless father and no other way out.

He figures he can’t hold it against her, not as much as he’d like. A few weeks with his shriveled up paternal figure and most women quickly figure out they can do so much better. It’s in their nature to seek out the best, and that certainly isn’t Kotaro; A bumbling idiot with nothing to offer on the best of days. They don’t know any better, so they never last long after being brought home to meet his son, and those are the ones that even make it that far.

So when he starts yammering on about meeting yet another skank and how ‘in love’ he already is, Tomura’s eyes roll so far back in his head that he swears his retinas will detach. He makes a point to be around as little as possible, but somehow still manages to catch an earful about his latest fling and how excited he is for Tomura to meet her.

Great.

True to his word, Kotaro brings you home one evening, eager to impress his son with his latest catch.

His father had a lot of nerve dragging him from his room to meet you- his latest glorified slut. Adding insult to injury, you had the unmitigated gall to talk down to him like you were an adult and he wasn’t. Even though you had to crane your neck to look up and greet him, you still talked at him like he was some child. So different from you even though you were so much smaller than he was- barely even a few years older than he is, if even that. 

So polite, introducing yourself and gently shaking his reluctant hand, making a point to smile at him and telling him how happy were to finally meet him and that you’d heard so much about him. Your hands were so soft, so little in comparison to his own. He dwarfs his pathetic father, practically towers over you, yet you still talk to him like you’re the adult in the equation.

So young, so pretty, though. Far better than anything his father had a right to pull. They weren’t exactly swimming in cash, the house was nothing in particular to gloat about, and he’d done enough eavesdropping around late at night to know his father suffered a particular… ailment, so it certainly wasn’t sexual satisfaction keeping you around. What was it then? 

Probably nothing. You’d probably run off in a few weeks like they all do.

Kotaro is a worthless sack of drooping skin and aging bones; A ghost of a man not worthy of the phantoms he’s seen pass in his years. No longer the dominant male even in his own home: not with a stronger, more virile son coming into his prime under the roof as well. A beta male at best, withering away while his own son eclipses him in strength and intellect and physique. Tomura is in his mid twenties and blooming- His father… who even knows. He doesn’t care- he doesn’t bother to keep track. 

So, maybe you really are just a dumb little whore. It would make sense. Father dearest always had been a dirty old man; A raging pervert with wandering hands and lingering eyes. Always sets his predatory sights on some cute thing too good for him. 

Then again, the poisoned apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, now does it?

You’re cute enough you could have gotten some alpha at your beck and call, yet you’ve attached yourself to his worthless father who, in turn, parades you around like his most beloved trophy. Taking you to dinners he can’t afford despite your ‘insistence’ that you be allowed to pay, buying you things you claim you don’t need. Oh, how the moron dotes on his whores as if it’s enough to keep them anchored to him.

Strangely though, you don’t run off.

If anything, you sink your claws in even further, getting more and more comfortable and showing up more and more. Every time Tomura leaves his fucking room- which isn’t often- you’re there around the corner, smiling dumb and pretty and greeting him politely.

Fuck, he hates you. Hates your stupid voice, your shitty dresses, hates hearing his father happy for once.

It’s no surprise- but unwelcome no less- that he’d move you in sooner rather than later. Terrified to let you out of his sight for even a second lest you come to what little senses you have in your tiny brain and dump him. Of course, he’s quick to take on all of your burdens as his own, even if it means working overtime to support you. He’s always wanted another little housewife, and now he’s so close.

Tomura listens in on the whole conversation feeling sick to his gut.

You beg him not to- offering to pay your own way just like a good girl, but of course his dumbass dad will hear none of it. He’s more than happy to spend a couple of extra hours at work. His dad is so idiotic, so fucking blind. He’s playing right into it. He’s willing to be your workhorse if it means keeping you all to himself.

He’ll hear none of it. None of the fussing or the questions. You’re welcome in his home, he wants you there. It’s no imposition at all, he knows the house will be better with you around.

Except he forgets one crucial detail-

The son he leaves home alone with you every single day when he leaves. 

You’re nothing but a nuisance, something infringing on his private space. The time he used to get home alone to spend to his own devices is now split with you flittering around the house doing whatever it is bimbos like you do. Cleaning, cooking, pretending to read, whatever. He doesn’t have to see you if he doesn’t want, sure, but he still knows you’re there and that’s more than enough to annoy him.

It’s almost like you catch on to his animosity after a while. The way he won’t greet you back, the way he utterly ignores your existence. It bugs you, and as far as he’s concerned, good.

You try to slip him up, try to get close to him and make him like you. You always set a place for him at the table even after Kotaro repeatedly insists- truthfully- that he’ll never join for dinner. Even then, you always bring the plate to his door. He never bothers to answer- not after the first few times when he only opened it a sliver to see your stupid smiling face. After that, he didn’t bother answering. He’ll eat it of course- won’t pass up free food he doesn’t have to leave his room for- and then leave the dirty dish back outside where you left it. You brought it, after all. You can clean it up. 

All your efforts only get you mocked, and boy do you try so hard to get his affection. He even overhears you whining to his dad once or twice, not understanding why he doesn’t like you.

It makes him smile.

His friends- online of course, but still friends or comrades or kindred spirits or whatever- have more opportunistic ideas about it. His first post to the forum complaining about the new living situation was met with envy and awe- not necessarily the response he was expecting, though looking back on it, he supposes they were right. 

lmpwrst: Why u bitchin’? Ur living with a girl ur not related to and that’s closer than any of us have gotten u ungrateful ass

KingKockRool: Go jerk off on her pillow.

Stacystabber91: take a video hold her down and fuck her then idiot

KingKockRool: No wait till she’s sleeping and jerk it on her face

st8lker: Bet she’s ugly tho if she’s dating your dad lol

Oddly enough, he doesn’t agree. That’s one thing he understands about you, loathe as he is to admit it. His new ‘stepmom’, for all her annoyances, is pretty easy on the eyes. The kinda girl that would have caught his eye in an unrelated situation and earned a permanent spot in his spank bank. Thinking about it, the whole ‘dating his dad’ situation maybe threw off his judgement more than he realized.

He’ll let the jury decide: He finds a photo on your social media, crops everyone else out of it, and hits enter. Easy peasy. He saves it to his hard drive for later too. Might as well.

‘Here, you decide then.’

Thus the shitstorm begins. 

st8lker: Oh fuckkk fuck me mommy lmao

lmpwrst: Opportunity is wasted on u

Stacystabber91: you pussy punk bitch, i stand by what I said earlier. dont be a bitch and fuck the little cunt already

VolceliSwear: Whos the bitch

lmpwrst: Scratchy’s new stepmommy lol 

VolceliSwear: Nice. Hit it yet?

Stacystabber91: he hasn’t cause he’s a gigantic fuckin pussy like i told you all

VolceliSwear: Come on dude you actually have that gash sleeping in your house and you haven’t made a move? 

Stacystabber91: it’s not like she could say no cause you’re a big lanky bastard aren’t you? that’s one thing we got over the shortcels and you’re bigger and stronger than her so take what’s yours idiot or I will 

lmpwrst: I agree with SS lol U complain all the time about not having a hole to fuck and now u do

VolceliSwear: ^^ Isn’t your dad a limp-dicked prick who can’t get it up? Someone’s gotta do it so it might as well be you. Hit the bitch so hard and fast she doesn’t know what way is up

Stacystabber91: and send pics moron I want to see tits or I’m coming over there to do it myself

It’s an… intriguing thought. To be honest, he’s never actually considered fucking you before. Had the passive thought like he does with most girls he sees, but never stopped to think on actually doing it. For some reason, there was a mental wall between him and his father’s girlfriends. But why should there be?

Depraved little bastard that he is, he’s not above cornering a girl and forcing himself on her but he’s not keen on going to jail, so he’s never escalated past creepy photos and following the occasional broad a little too closely. Maybe a couple gropes in passing… okay, maybe a lot. But he’s never gotten caught- maybe the girls don’t report it or just couldn’t find him afterward. Either way, it’s all worked out so far because he doesn’t cross certain boundaries.

Most girls are repulsed by him and his repugnant behavior, so they stay far, far away. It’s like he’s a giant blaring warning sign that they tend to heed instinctively.

But you don’t. 

This is different. You live here, so close to him, so within reach. Just how close you are. How easy it would be for him to force you down and make you take it. Just how much time alone he really has with you since his father leaves and returns like clockwork. He’s got the entire day once his father leaves for work. And all night once he takes his sleeping medication. An easy, pretty little catch already wiggling in his web.

 ‘Maybe I will.’ 

That’s how it starts. 

Snowball into snowstorm.

With an idea and a lot of goading from his online buddies, a monster is born and weaned on his own depravity and escalates into something very real, and very dangerous.

Tomura is achingly familiar with the scene- he’s seen enough porn to give him ample ideas. But he’s got all the time in the world. It’s hard not to rush things considering how eager he is, but it’s safer to test the waters first. Get you nice and scared so you’ll keep your pretty mouth shut unless he tells you to open it for him. See how far he can get, how much he can toy with you before you finally catch on.

Who knows? Maybe you’ll fuck him willingly. You are a stupid little slut, after all. Most of you females are deep down beneath that holier-than-thou, stuck up bitchiness you hide behind.

So he starts with a time honored tradition. He steals your panties. 

The bathroom is cluttered with your shit. Your fruity shampoos and conditioners, your makeup, your perfumes. Tomura has a toothbrush and a comb he doesn’t use, a bottle of 3-1 for when he forces himself into a shower, and a singular gray towel, but the rest is between you and his father. Your body washes, your scrubs, your clothes in the hamper. 

It’s easy enough to fish out a fresh pair- only a couple of hours old. Some lacy contraption you must’ve been wearing beneath your clothes and carelessly left in the bin when you showered. It’s easy to pocket them before you hear him rummaging around, and maybe you’ll miss them, but that’s not his problem. Washer eats things all the time, doesn’t it?

He’s hidden back in his room, safely dodging you before he allows himself to indulge- Bringing them to his nose and inhaling the doubled fabric of the crotch so hard that it catches on the edge of his nostrils. 

Fuck, your cunt smell good- tangy and sweet but the tiniest hint of bitter. A couple of whiffs is enough to get his cock twitching, inflating into a painful hardness as he hears you walking around outside in the hallway. Shit, you’re so fuckin’ airheaded, walking around so oblivious as he tongues at the cloth that was nestled right up against your pussy until a few hours ago. He can taste you, sucking your left over essence through his teeth and he swears he’s going to cream all over the inside of his jeans if he doesn’t jerk off right now. 

He’s quick to drop his sweats and sprawl on his bed, thumbing the tip of his prick and licking gratuitous stripes up the slim of your discarded panties with his tongue. You’d look so good sucking his cock; On your bruised knees, face a slathered mess of cum and saliva and running makeup. Bulge in your throat from taking him so deep and trying so hard to please him like you always do- or maybe avoid a painful punishment because he isn’t above using his hands on you and you learned that the hard way.

The thought of your ruddy, soppy face makes him throb- fucking your wet little throat until you’re suffocating, pulling out to let you breathe only to cum on your face. Yanking you up to bend you over the stove and force you to make his worthless father’s dinner with his spend tacking across your face and his cock lodged deep in your cunt. Worthless fucking sack of shit that his father is, he’d spit in it too and make you serve it to him with a smile while your actual daddy watches you do it and rewards you later with his dick fucking you between your tits.

Fuck yes, that’s what he’ll make you do. He’ll make you call him daddy when he creampies you- the opportunity is too perfect to pass. He’ll fuck his father’s pretty whore as she screams and moans for daddy’s cock while his father is away at work to pay all her frivolous bills like the beta-cuck he is. None of the work and all of the reward- as it should be.

It’s not like Kotaro can fuck you, and his friends are right. Someone should. So why not him? Why not spread your legs for your boyfriend’s younger, more powerful son? Oh, sorry, did he give you the illusion that you had a choice? He’ll take what is rightfully his and there’s not a fucking thing you or his pathetic fucking father can ever do about it.

He plucks your panties from his face, moving them instead to work over his cock. It would feel so much better if you were wearing them- grinding your sweet little cunt against his dick, begging him not to fuck you but getting so wet all the same. The silky fabric feels so good against his hypersensitive skin, coupled with the clenched pumping of his fist as he daydreams about railing you into his filthy mattress until you’re too weak to even move on your own, his cum dripping from every one of your used holes. Limp, useless little whore too fucked out to even fight him as he fucks her in the ass again-

Fantasies swirl in his head, flashes of scenarios that tease him and work him into a frenzy. He’s going to cum hard to the thought filling you, your agonized face as the tip of him knocks against the opening of your womb, buried so deep in your cute pussy that he can feel the wall that keeps him firmly locked out of your guts. So close, so tight, so warm. He’s going to pump you full to the brim like the skank you are, fill you nice and thick full of his seed and then use you again and again and again-

He feels it in his spine, waves of pleasure furling at the base and congealing together impossibly tight, so ready to burst. His thighs flex, muscles in his stomach tightening and breath staggering. Searing white behind dry, clenched eyes and his cock twitches in his palm, knot bursting deep between his legs as his hand stills momentarily. His hands twitch, cock throbbing as thick ropes of cum spill over the slats of his fingers, splattering his stomach and the waist of his sweatpants and all over your adorable little panties. 

“Shit-” 

Shallow, shaky breaths, still seeing stars popping behind his eyelids. Fuck, he hasn’t cum that hard in- well, a very long time. Is it the thought of having something tangible soon? His very own cunt to abuse? Grinning, he looks down at the absolutely drenched pair in his hand, sticky with fresh seed.

He thinks so.

Instinctively, he wipes the excess off his fingers and onto his dirty, rumpled black sheets, swiping across his shirt and his skin. Just another ‘mystery spot’ among the rest, soon to become a crusty, flaked white stain on the fabric among all the preexisting ones.

With some effort on his part, he sits up, still trying to catch his breath. He thought post orgasm clarity might deter him from this path, but if anything, he’s even more determined now. Why should he sit and touch himself in a dark room when there’s a perfectly good set of holes to fuck wandering around freely outside?

Oh yeah, this should work out just fine.

There’s a knock on the door while he’s still wading through his gross thoughts, softly at first but then slightly more insistent. It jolts him alert, irritating him that he’s being bothered when he’s scheming. He’s already finished the dirty dead, all ready to put himself away for now but it’s still jarring none the less when someone comes around so closely to him wanking. A quick dash at the clock tells him it’s not dinner time yet, so what gives? Why are you bothering him now? Nothing is ready yet.

He tucks himself away and quickly buries your soiled underwear in the pocket of his sweats. Quickly wiping any remnants on the knees of his pants before swinging his door open, agitation palpable as he greets your stupid, sunny face.

Speak of the she-devil.

“Hi, Tomura! Just wondering if you have any laundry or anything you want me to take!” “N-”  He’s about to slam the door. About to. But you know what? You want his laundry? Sure. He’s got some for you.  “Yeah- yeah, sure.” 

He steps back from behind the door, letting it creak open a little as he rips off his freshly re-soiled sheets.

“Oh, good! Yeah, I’m throwing in my own so I’ll take your load too-“

Yeah you will.

Balling it up, he chucks it at you as you curiously peek your head in. You’ve never seen the inside of his room, but soon you’ll see plenty. He doesn’t know if you can feel the fresh cum on the sheets, but he’s willing to bet you can probably smell it. To your credit, you barely falter, even with the sheet cradled in your bare arms.

You’re probably having a moment of “understanding.” ‘He’s a young man with no girlfriend and no other outlet. Of course he’s going to wack off’ and all that. It’s cute, the way you pretend not to notice. That’s okay, he’ll give you something you can’t ignore.

He steps up to the door again, yanking his black shirt over his head and dropping it in your arms with a shit eating grin.

“Oh- okay, yeah-“

Your sentence halts completely as he starts to strip off his pants and you’re left staring in slight horror as your stepson strips down to his boxers in front of you before placing his sweats on the top of the pile you’re carrying- right by your face.

“I’ve got some more dirty boxers if you think you can handle anymore.” He’s grinning like a fiend, reveling in your poorly concealed discomfort as he leans against the doorframe, swinging out towards you. You’re backing away from him, desperately trying to keep your eyes up and away from his very exposed body, and especially the half hard cock tenting the front of his boxers. Your face is turning a viciously dark shade, stifling your breathing because he just knows what you’re refusing to see, you can almost certainly smell.

“Um- nope! This should be a full one! I’ll get them back to you soon!”

“Oh, take your time. No rush.” 

You scurry off down the hall much quicker than your usual casual walk, probably to scrub your arms clean with iron wool. Poor little thing, just trying to be nice and this is what it gets you.

He cackles something fierce as he shuts his door again, going to look for your ruined panties to post a pic but remembering they’re still in the pocket of his sweatpants, covered in his cum and saliva. A fun little surprise for you to find when you go through pockets to ensure nothing gets stuck in the washer.

And he notices, in the coming days, you stop leaving your clothes in the hamper- or even being able to meet his eyes.

Oh, this should be fun.

[cometcrystal]

there is so much that i think i’m Technically insecure about, but where thinking about it doesn’t really upset me. it’s just kinda frustrating at worst. mostly i just accept it as fact and am neutral about it.

mostly having to do with dating. i think im going to try bumble or something again soon but i dont have high hopes. i’ve only ever had crushes before when i already knew the person well, and i just don’t really Work in a context that BEGINS as romantic

ex. the two dates i’ve been on, i didn’t initiate any physical affection other than a hug at the beginning and end. idk what the bar for first dates is but i think hand holding at the very least is acceptable. those poor girls probably thought i didn’t like them or something. they were great i just didn’t vibe with them. and also it never occurred to me to grab their hands or anything because i didn’t know them that well.

this might also go hand in hand with the “lesbians being afraid of being seen as predatory for feeling attraction” thing, because in the moment, i probably would have felt like that’s too Forward. but it also never occurred to me to begin with. so i probably didn’t super-like those girls in a romantic way or anything. and of course i didn’t; i already know that i don’t develop crushes until i have known someone a while. i thought they were both pretty, funny, and nice, but i had no reason to feel attraction to them because i didn’t Know them.

but i also have to work on being more forward, because the two people i’ve been in love with, when romance was brought up one of them said she had a crush on me before but it went away because i took too long.

i know humans are complicated and whoever i’m meant to be with will come along at some point but i also can’t jsut sit here. but i also don’t think dating apps really work. but i’m also never gonna meet anyone new if i don’t take initiative. but i’m also autistic and have such a hard time socializing already, it’s fucking RARE for me to feel like i vibe with someone fully. i can count on my hand how many times it’s happened in my entire life.

anyway. i just really really want a girlfriend man and im mad about it LMFAOOOO

[corysmiles]

(Friendly Giant au) One day after Wilbur is more comfortable with Ranboo touching him he goes to leave for the night like Tommy used to do but then Ranboo just gently squishes him between his hands like 'no it's cuddle time'

Boundaries

Friendly Giant AU

cw//language

(Anon I took this in a very angsty direction I apologize in advance also I rushed finishing this so I will go back and edit later I promise)

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It was a couple months after Wilbur started coming to visit when Ranboo tried to make him stay. Wilbur still didn’t come every day- it was more like once or twice a week if anything- and he absolutely never stayed the whole night. On the nights he did come Tommy would walk him home around midnight which unfortunately meant he wasn’t around the rest of the night.

But Ranboo wished he would stay. He really wished he would stay. Every time he watched the still-cautious man leave his den he had to fight against every part of himself to not pull him back. He wasn’t part of his “family” yet...but he was pretty close.

So one night when Wilbur turned to leave Ranboo just couldn’t resist. He was tired and Tubbo was already curled up on his chest and he just couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want Tommy and Wilbur to leave...he wanted them in his hands.

Quickly, he slammed his hand down across the entrance and felt the two humans bump into his knuckles.

“Stay,” he yawned.

The two humans backed up from his hand but before they could get away he scooped them up and pulled them against his chest. The feeling of their small movements made his already jumbled thoughts even hazier, and vaguely he registered that he was purring.

“Hey! Let go,” Tommy yelped.

The small human pushed against his hands but Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to free them. They would leave if he let them go...

“Stop being a bitch! Wil’s freaking out man!” Tommy shouted and suddenly Ranboo’s head cleared.

With a gasp of realization he dropped the humans back down and watched as Wilbur curled up on himself. The man’s breaths came in short painful bursts making Ranboo’s heart scream. Meanwhile Tommy rubbed his back trying to calm him down.

He had done that. He hurt him. Ranboo wanted to run away, to leave and not be seen again by the small human.

He knew Wilbur didn’t like being touched and he still did it.

“-ay?” Tubbo asked. Ranboo only caught a little bit, but by the concerned expression of Tubbo’s face he could tell it was a question.

Tubbo carefully jumped off of Ranboo’s chest and approached his older brother, “What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” Tommy reassured, “Ranboo just had one of his moods and it freaked him out.”

“I’m so sorry...” Ranboo whispered.

“It’s fine,” Tommy snapped, “He’s just afraid still...this is hard for him yaknow.”

Ranboo’s ears twitched back in anguish. He had scared Wilbur...

Ranboo turned and gave Tommy a quick nod before pacing away into a deeper part of the den. He couldn’t bring himself to stay and watch the aftermath of what he did. He didn’t mean to scare him.

His feet carried him deeper and deeper into the dark cavern. It got to the point where he had to duck down under the dripping rock...he guessed he’d gotten taller again...great. When he finally stopped he was in front of the small River running through the rocks. The water spit at his feet making him shiver at the cold touch.

Slowly he knelt down next to water. Faintly he could see his own reflection on the ever-shifting surface. It was terrifying.

Sometimes he was able to forget just how different he was from the people he cared so much about, but at that moment, looking at himself in the river, he felt awful. Of course Wilbur was terrified of him, if he was the human he would be scared too. His lips barely covered his sharp teeth and his eyes were cat-like and predatory. Everything about him was monstrous- everything.

A couple minutes later his ears twitched back as light footsteps approached from behind.

“Hey big man,” Tubbo whispered, “You feeling okay?”

Ranboo kept his head down even when Tubbo had sat down beside him. He was so small... with Ranboo kneeling Tubbo barely even reached his foot.

“He’s okay you know. He went home with Tommy but he’s okay,” Tubbo said, filling the silence.

Ranboo hummed in acknowledgment but the reflection in the river told a completely different story. He was a monster and he had attacked a human. It was simple. He had scared him, and because of what he did Wilbur probably wouldn’t come back.

It hurt but he didn’t blame him.

“Boo come on look at me,” Tubbo begged, “Wil’s fine. It’s okay, let’s go back so we-“

“Stop!” Ranboo snapped and beside him Tubbo fell silent.

“Just...please stop Tubbo,” he whimpered, “I hurt him. I knew he hated me touching him and I did it anyway. I knew he didn’t trust me and I still hurt him...I’m a monster Tubbo.”

Tubbo frowned at his friend and climbed up onto his lap. Gently he patted Ranboo’s knee, “You’re not a monster Boo...you’re just different. It’s not a bad thing, itll just take Wilbur a little longer to be okay with it.”

“It’s because I’m a monster though,” Ranboo snapped, “I am and I know it. Wilbur is afraid of me Tommy barely trusts me and even you were scared when you first met me. I should have just stayed out of it and left you all alone.”

“And let me hang there till I died?” Tubbo snapped, “Let Tommy get fucking mauled or let Michael get eaten?”

Ranboo squinted at Tubbo who stood up with fury in his eyes.

“You really think it would have been better to let us die?”

“No that’s not what I-“

“That’s what would have happened if you didn’t help,” Tubbo snapped, “You’re not a fucking monster Ranboo.”

Ranboo opened his mouth to fight back until he noticed the tears forming in Tubbo’s eyes. The human desperately tried to wipe them off his face.

“Do you think we don’t care about you?” Tubbo asked.

Ranboo’s ears flattened against his head, “No that’s not what I-“

“Okay then stop acting like it’s bad that we met,” Tubbo said, “you’re my friend Ranboo. Your appearance isn’t going to turn me away anytime now.”

A sigh left Ranboo’s lips and slowly he let Tubbo crawl into his hands.

“I’m getting bigger you know...” he muttered after a moment.

Tubbo nodded, “I know.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?”

Tubbo shook his head and patted the palm of Ranboo’s hand, the fingers subconsciously moved to wrap around him.

“No, why would it?”

“I could hurt you,” Ranboo whispered, “I have no idea how much bigger I’ll get.”

Tubbo hummed in response and tilted his head at the giant, “So what? You’re already big, whats a little more height gonna do? It’s not like you’re suddenly gonna try to squish me big man.”

“Of course not I just...what if I can’t help it,” Ranboo sighed, “What if I don’t mean to hurt you and I still do...”

“Then I won’t be mad,” Tubbo shrugged, “And I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It doesn’t matter if we’re like this or I’m like the size of a fly to you, I trust you.”

“Tubbo you dont...I could kill you or- or seriously hurt you,” he whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Boo...don’t worry about that now,” he sighed, “If we get to the point where you’re too big I’ll find a different way to be with you, but it’s not a problem now. You make me feel safe Ranboo.”

Ranboo squinted at Tubbo cautiously and watched as the small human wrapped his thumb in a hug. Slowly he brought him up to his face and let his heart have its fill. He was scared still...but he loved having Tubbo close.

“Come on big man you’re my pillow,” Tubbo laughed as he patted the tip of Ranboo’s nose.

Ranboo pressed his nose into the boy knocking him over, “Yeah...okay.”

[armillary-spheres-lover]

Hey

Idk if you ever got the answer to your thing. But I’m a person who is queer but regularly uses the term lesbian to make things simpler. I can tell you why I hate the phrase monosexual- it feels transphobic to me- I am not attracted to men at all, but I am attracted to women, non-binary folks, gender queer folks, and agender folks. If I was with a partner and they transitioned to be a man I would still love them. That wouldn’t change. Sexuality is fluid and calling someone monosexual seems to erase that and really put people in boxes. Everyone has exceptions. And as someone who has identified as bisexual and pansexual in the past and find those not to suit me and fit right (especially since I am not sexually/romantically attracted to people physically/based on appearances- it’s more about personality and what I could do with a person)

I don’t mean this in an antagonistic way, I really hope it doesn’t come off that way(I’m bad expressing myself sorry).

(I’m sorry, I know you’re not trying to be rude. My answer, however, will sound rude and upset because you touched upon some stuff that needs a lot of unpacking to me lmao. Just know this anger is not necessarily directed at you but at biphobia in general.)

Why do bisexual people may need to use the term monosexual?

A. It is descriptive

I see what you mean but as you said you're queer and lesbian is a term to make things simpler, right?

So I wouldnt call you monosexual because you’re clearly not attracted to only one gender (but if you want to who I am to stop you?). Monosexual is someone who is almost exclusively dating/is attracted to people of one gender. There are plenty trans people that are straight or gay that would NOT date a partner if they realized they were a different gender. For real: kat blaque made a video (here it is if youre interested) on youtube about this - she’s trans and she wants to date men and wouldnt feel comfortable on continuing dating if a partner of hers realized they were actually a trans woman all along. She wants to date guys not girls and that's FINE it just means A. She actually recognizes the girl gender, obviously B. She's straight af and that's wonderful! It’s not a box if that’s how her experience is and she likes it that way!

Also how is being monosexual transphobic? Cant a girl just like guys exclusively (both cis and trans) or like girls exclusively (both cis and trans)? It's not even enbyphobic since you dont need to be attracted to a person to support their rights. (Gay men arent attracted to women but can be 100% feminists.) Being open to fuck somebody is not the same as supporting their rights: fetishization is a thing. Again, I refer to the video Kat Blaque made.

Sexuality IS fluid but to some people (like me and you) it is more than others. Some people don’t feel comfortable dating people that dont fall into the gender theyre usually attracted to and thats 100% okay.

B. It helps in talking about biphobia and panphobia in society

Biphobia and panphobia are for the large part based on the assumption that you cant be attracted to more than one gender (not even non-binary and so on) and that if you do you're weird/disgusting/mentally ill/a sexual predator. I can tell you 100% that's the narrative both straight and gay people can and may perpetuate since I struggle w this kind of shit every single time Im attracted to someone no matter their gender (YES, EVEN IF THEY'RE A GUY, BECAUSE THE OTHER DAY I WAS ATTRACTED TO A GIRL AND NOW I FEEL LIKE A FUCKING ANIMAL THAT CANT CONTROL ITSELF, even though it makes NO sense because if it was two girls or two boys the actual number of people my hormones activated to wouldnt change, but it would make my experience not subjected to biphobia!). I’m not saying gay people are the same as straight people. But I do feel alienated BOTH from heteronormative society AND from (subtly biphobic) gay spaces because of my bisexuality. I costantly feel like I’m outside both of those worlds and you know how humans are: I just need a term to encompass it all easily, to say “I don’t identify with any of this” (which is both straight and strictly gay spaces: ie, monosexual). To me is literally the same as saying non-bisexual/non-pansexual.

I dont mean to say lesbians or gays have it easier or are just like straight people. But we do have different experiences and I need terms to express that. It honestly doesnt matter to me if you identify as lesbian or queer (though I think you’re implying you’re more queer than anything). But I do need a term to talk about how society at large treats sexuality; ie, as a monosexual thing. Another concept that’s been thrown around is bi erasure. A strictly monosexual society is bound to view a girl dating a girl (or girl presenting) as if theyre both LESBIANS and erase a queer person the moment they’re in a m/f relationship, because people cant COMPUTE that it may not be the case and that the girl dating a cis straight dude isnt betraying her queerness.To think so is basic biphobia.

In some ways, I think it’s the same as when transgender people started using the term cisgender - which is applicable to both straight people and queer/gay people. They simply needed a term which meant “not-trans” as they were saying “I dont identify with this” (ie the cisgender experience). Does it imply that cisgender people, no matter if queer, have something in common? Yeah, yeah it does. Does it imply that queer people are just the same as straight people, or face no oppression? Of course not. Seeing people being offended upon being called monosexual feels like people being offended upon being called cis to me.

Also, saying that the terms bisexual people use are transphobic is almost implying that bisexuality is inherently transphobic? Or reeks to me of that kind of rhetoric. I use the terms I need to use, just like any other marginilized group does, and nobody outside of that group has any right of denying me that. It’s like I’m trying to create a safe space for myself and people like me and yall come around to judge us YET AGAIN. And I'm just tired of hearing this bullshit. I could accept this kind of criticism only if it came from a trans person themselves, I guess? But it’s not usually trans people who accuse us of being transphobic, in fact, many trans people identify as bisexual and use bisexual terminology lmfao.

“Hearts not parts” rhetoric

Finally, about personality being superior to physical appearance. That's amazing but I do want to note that, not you necessarily, but many people who are into the “hearts not parts” rhetoric are, how can I say this. Slut-shaming people? I’m not sure if you are doing this but I feel it needs to be said just to be sure. A lesbian trans woman can be just attracted to a girl for her physical appearance and just want to fuck her - and THAT'S OKAY. That's fine. I am a sexually attracted to people and that doesnt mean I have to form a deep bond first. Sex positivity is about accepting that people can feel like this and not shame them for this. "Hearts not parts” rhetoric has in the past infantilized, sanitized or outright shamed other queer experiences. It's fine if you feel that way but dont start acting like you're morally superior because of that. That's catholicism with extra steps. My bisexuality its not the symptom of some predatory and animalistic thing that should be purified into something more palatable and less sexual. That’s the same thing they used to say about gay people and now gay (biphobic) people are using this against us. That’s also the kind of thing trans women (especially if they’re sapphic) constantly hear every fucking day. Queer people have a good part of their discrimination rooted in the shaming of purely sexual desires. Forcing ourselves to be more palatable and less sexual is just respectability politics. I’m tired of it. (This is obviously different from being on the asexual spectrum: but you dont see ace people going around pretending they’re morally superior than everybody else, and many are actually very sex positive)   You would still love your partner if they were a different gender: that’s great, but that’s not how some (most) people feel, and they aren’t superficial because of this, just different from you.

Also, I think you’d really benefit from hearing a trans person say they don’t care if someone has genitalia preferences. Here it is. This obviously doesnt mean that every trans person will feel like she does, but it does mean that we can’t generalize trans experiences/preferences/what they feel transphobia is. Just like straight people dont get to say what’s homophobic or not, cis people dont get to say what’s transphobic or not. The definition of those terms relies entirely on the community that is targeted by these things.

I hope this wasnt excessively confusing but I wanted to make my point clear.

[savnofilter]

TW: MENTIONS OF DISCOURSE, GR//MING, P/D/PHILIA, ASS//LT, C//NSENT, D//RK CONTENT.

- this isnt under a read more because i want people to read this, but please read past this/tread carefully if you cannot handle such topics. this is not meant to be interacted with.

I'm not sure how to really go about this. I've been overthinking if I should address this and bring up some stuff while I've been gone, so sorry the absence. I deleted the tumblr app a few days ago and I downloaded it again today so i could post this. I really don't like making posts like this because it cuts the vibe that I've been trying to portray that everything is okay and it makes me feel really disconnected to you guys. I am sorry for the abrupt absence and cutting off any source of communication between us. I knew if I left any form of direct line of talk to me that I would receive hate and I just mentally decided that I cant sit through being harassed right now.

Have you guys ever paid attention to the same people who always have a statement to say or is always in discourse? It's very telling how everyone can post about me, but I shouldnt dare post about them. I'm tired of not being able to post about what I want without people vague posting about me, bringing me up every time they start another discourse with another writer or directly talking about me. My days on here are starting to feel the same. Its good then it goes bad. Good goes bad and bad goes good. It's not even tiring, annoying, or angering -- its repetitive. When I'm not saying anything people create fake stories about me, and when i speak about it im the one starting discourse. Don't get me wrong, I'm nowhere near perfect and I have made my own mistakes. But why the fuck am I always being told to be the mature one, why am I the one who should've done better, why do you people expect so much from me. It's the fact people are always quick to say, "no one cares about you, youre fishing for attention" when they're the ones who vague and interact with me while ive been minding my business for months now. Hm. The fact people have me proudly blocked but still harass me anyways shows a lot about themselves than it does for me. How its such an issue that im a minor until it comes to demonizing, tearing down my character, gaslighting, lying and bullying. I'm a literal example of how their friend group manipulates their followers and exiles people from fandoms for not kissing their ass. except now its in your face.

Consider this my last post about this discourse. I'm not going to waste my time on people who fail to digest other peoples thoughts and opinions time and time again because theyre weak narcissists. If I so choose to decide to shit post my opinions or argue with someone, none of you should be aggravated or moved by it because youre not even supposed to be on my page. If its not something serious i will not be wasting energy that i can be using to build on myself as a growing person than on miserable old ladies that have to use fanfiction to have excitement in their pity, depressing and lackluster lives. If people so do choose to create stories or vague about me, I do not care. So I ask respectfully to people who do lurk on my page to not attempt to message, post or vague about me please. This includes sending anons to yourself to make shit happen.

Past that, something got me thinking. My (older) friend had showed me screenshots of adult writers (no one i have spoken to) that were very excited to write underaged reader with adult characters. There are other instances where writers (that you have probably read from) on here openly made reader underage while aging characters up as adults/with adults. There are many more but there's really no point in listing them nor do I really care. But least to say, the same people who are gung-ho over these pedophilic themes/stories are the same people who support predatory people.

I've been thinking about whether or not i should continue writing for the students anymore. Granted, I still think they're attractive because one snap of the fingers cant stop that. I had been teetering on this thought for awhile because of how borderline pedophilic the people are here towards my age group. I enjoy writing but not to the point of willingly being in a straight line of sight where people who are well over 16 are harassing me and lurking on my page, especially to other minors solely because they are my friends. Backtracking to the statement before, I honestly dont know if I will either stop writing or just for the students as a whole. It shows that clearly some people are using their attraction to teens with the excuse that the characters are fake. The rapid normalization on dark problematic "kinks" is disgusting and vile, and the fact that its discourse now to shame said interests is appalling. Concluding that combined with my experiences here, i feel unsafe.

***(TRIGGER WARNING)*** I dont talk about my personal life on here that much cause I dont see the need too nor do i think its anyone's business. Paired with the fact that the people i have trusted personal information with have used it against me, I will be preventing myself from opening that door. Besides that for now, I have sparsely shared I've been assaulted before. This is my first time really opening up about this and i kind of find it necessary now. Coming from someone who has been a victim of assault and CP by people my age and well over, writing nsfw has been the only way where I could feel comfortable with sex in general. I won't get into details because mentioning this is triggering already and can make people uncomfortable. It feels like anywhere I go, I'm constantly putting myself in a position to be abused. The same people who told me I didn't have to worry about my age and be judged for it, exposed the minimum comfort of keeping myself private online to demonize, judge and hurt me. People call me "extra" for being distraught about my face and age being posted because they think im trying to be sneaky which isn't the case. Its the principle that they KNEW I wasnt ready to share said things, and coming from someone who is inherently a private and closed person, she knew damn well what she was doing when posting screenshots of me on Tumblr. There is no excuse for it. The same writers who write dub/non-con can BARELY understand basic consent and its fucking terrifying. This site was the only other place I could cope without being criticized. To see people who some i was close to proudly lie on my name, (adults) say that i sent them pornographic content without their consent is so very hurtful. To watch people supposedly be victims and then use their own trauma to invalidate my own was so fucking humiliating, disgusting and nerve wracking. Although I knew I made the terrible decision to interact with stories, I have never initiated any NSFW discussion with anyone in DMs unless they did it with me first and a few times -- and trust me raise your hand I'll show you the proof. I was sure that everyone I talked to regularly knew that I was a minor, and to my general consensus, people were under the impression I was 15/16 (which I was and am).***

Whether it be victim blaming from the grooming discourse, I've been met with racism, harassment towards my friends, people wanting me to harm myself and be assaulted. I fear what will happen when i will turn 18, if the harassment will escalate and what not. A big part of me is that I'm still here anyways because it pisses people off and I don't care when I receive hate. I can take it but I don't want it. A good conscious of me knows that I should be doing what's best for me but at the end I'm still attached to my ego-self with the added fact that I sincerely enjoy interacting with my followers and posting stories.

I just don't know how the options look. I'll probably be updating my blog rules as of right now. I've been writing more sfw lately because of this and it'd be nice if you guys supported those until I properly decide. I still have plenty of requests of a bunch of characters (mostly Bakugo and Dabi) and original stuff (all sfw & nsfw) that I really wanna share with you guys. But I just ask that what I do modify that you will respect it like you would to any other writer on here.

Stay safe, keep your mask on, and thank you.

[jevilspamton]

if you don't want to answer this, feel free to ignore it!! that's perfectly fine - i don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. but i saw your tags regarding s*nic w*ldf*re and i wanted to know what they did/if i should avoid them, particularly because you mentioned a large age gap & them introducing you to inappropriate content? obv. feel free to ignore/answer on private, i hope things get better for you soon

the inappropriate content part mostly had to do with a separate group i was in when i was 12 i shouldve worded that better in my post sorry!!!

i was initially gonna answer privately but i typed out so much so im like...fuck it. might as well not let my time go to waste

i don't want this to be a ""callout"" post because i dont think this really...classifies as one. i'm just sharing my experiences and my opinion on what happened to me and my friends. this is not an attack. this is venting, if anything.

im going to make this statement and im going to move on! because that's the healthiest choice for me to make! sonic-wildfire can go be mad, he can vague about me, he can call me insults, i do not care. this is for my mental health and my wellbeing.

i'm going to let this out and then get on with my life because i'm finally starting to be happy and i'm not going to allow this to drag me down <3

now onto the actual ramble (i tagged it as #long post (as well as general content warnings like s///icide mentions and all that if you dont want to see this go ahead and filter it):

he didnt have anything to do with explicit images and i didnt say it was a large age gap, just an uncomfortable one, but!!!!!

essentially he is 18 (turning 19 in april), i'm 16. we broke up this year i cant remember if it was before or after he turned 18 in april but regardless it shouldnt have been my responsibility to be the one to prompt the breakup (we were in a polyam relationship with someone else who was about 16 or 17 iirc. we dont talk anymore but thats another story :P)

he projected attraction to a fan artist's version of a sonic character a very clearly meant to have sexualized undertones/creepy OVERtones. the character in question (mighty) is 16. i talked to him about it but he denied it and said he would never display attraction like that to even fictional minors even though i pulled up screenshots of himself going "im gay" @ the images and other portrayals of attraction in tags of his rbs from it, then proceeding to spam delete them after people started dogpiling and agreeing that the topic and the op of the art was very creepy. he got very defensive and said some questionable shit to defend op ("it's not outwardly predatory" etc)

he made suggestive jokes about me and him around the time we were dating, he continued to make them about me and during those recent times i didnt really...realize that wasnt ok so i enabled him by making those jokes back, this was even after i broke up with him which made it a lot worse imo

he was extremely attention grabbing and kind of lowkey passive aggressive/guilt trippy all the time. he also had very bad anger issues and had a VERY heavy history of making a lot of people in the server uncomfortable or even panic

he liveblogged his contemplations and attempt of su*c*de, making my close friend have a panic attack because for the next few hours he didnt say anything. keep in mind 90% of the server has minors in it. he liveblogged this to all these kids including myself who all have triggers related to that sort of topic. we had to set a fucking rule in the server to prevent him from feeling like he could do this again in the vent channel. we understood and were very concerned for his wellbeing and mental health but as one of the older members its supposed to be your responsibility to know where its appropriate to share things like that. in a server with kids, some of them you havent even spoken to once, is not one of those places

i also recall a happening last year with him sharing a gore image of human brains piled in a bathtub while me and a few other people were in a vc with him. had to delete it immediately and tell him to stop. he thought it was appropriate and funny which is so fucking gross, this was during the time he barely knew most of us and we were far from being close friends, and even then that still wouldnt have been appropriate

i could go on and on but tldr hes a very unstable individual who has made a lot of people, both adults and minors, uncomfortable and he threw a fucking fit when we removed him from our server and i blocked him not long after and he called me a "scheming liar" or whatever because i wished to leave off on at least good terms which is why i talked to him before kicking him in the first place. good terms doesnt mean friends. just no hard feelings for cutting connection. he clearly still felt too clingy to me and then got upset when i removed him for good for my mental health

but yknow then he's allowed to vague and ask mutuals for any sonic servers so if he finds us so replaceable idk why hes throwing so much of a tantrum over it??? but yea theres my rant. i was gonna post this privately but, honestly, i feel like people need to hear about this because he is kind of a popular person in the sonic tumblr fandom

to anyone thinking of sending hate or waiting for him to turn on anons again, dont. thats so petty. just let him vague it out of his system because really thats the only way he ever manages his severe anger issues. block him (or block me if you disagree with this ramble or whatever) or dont, i dont care, this is just my story and my experience with him for the past year and a half and im trying to relieve the tension and weight on my shoulders from having to deal with this for the past day or two

TLDR #2 basically just be wary of sonic-wildfire because he has a long history of being very uncomfortable and otherwise harming other ppls mental health and general comfort. you are not obligated to block him. thats your own choice. just please remember these are my experiences and my opinions and i don't expect everyone to adopt these points of view as their own if they do not wish to

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Reader working in retail dealing with a rude customer and Erik is a regular who steps in to put the customer in their place.

“Who the fuck is the manager for this place?”

An angry white woman with thin brunette hair wearing a floral blouse with navy blue slacks marches into a thrift record and book store located in Soho. She had an old record in her hand; a Hall and Oates classic. Looking around with beady angry eyes, she presses her thin chapped lips into a hard line.

“Hellloooo?!!! I said who is the got damn manager of this dump?!!”

Y/N, the manager in question, was ringing up a few customers, wishing them a good day before closing her register. She heard the loud woman loud and clear. Y/N had dealt with this same woman and her daughter on plenty of occasions but they still decided to show their faces. If you had a problem with the thrift store why continue to come back? She wasn’t going to entertain them today.

“Y/N, you want me to call the police?” Y/N’s cousin, Layla, came into the thrifted shop to help every now and then.

“No, it’s cool. I can deal with it. Just get the bat ready just in case I gotta crack some skulls open.”

Clearly, the woman and her daughter didn’t know who they were messing with. Y/N is skilled in jujitsu and she could swing a bat at your ass like you were a baseball. She had to do that to some drunk man one evening who thought he would come in and rob her.

“How about that African stick that Erik got for you? The Nguni stick?”

A sly smirk slid across her face at the mention of his name. Erik Stevens was a regular of hers at the thrift shop. He would come to see her almost every night since he lived in a fancy condo in Soho, Manhattan. Layla was convinced that Erik had a huge crush on Y/N but a man like him couldn’t crush on Y/N. He was gorgeous. Full head of short moisturized dreads, fresh shape up, smelling like coco butter and mango butter, skin smooth and blemish free minus the smooth cemetrical scars on his arms. Manicured nails, white teeth, smooth moisturized lips, muscles everywhere, a deep raspy voice with an allure that has her weak in the knees. Y/N could talk about Erik all damn day and swoon.

“Yeah, bring out the Nguni.”

Y/N adjusted her skater skirt before walking around the register to approach the angry white woman. Her daughter was just behind her with arms folded and a scowl on her face. Let the bitch try something. They were just jealous because Y/N made more profit than they did at that musty ass boutique they owned. Hating ass bitches.

“Can I help you?!” Y/N approached with obvious annoyance.

“I want a fucking refund!!” The woman shook the record in Y/N’s face with rage.

“This piece of shit won’t play!!! You gave me a fucked up record and I want my damn money back.”

“Non-refundable.” Y/N cut the woman off sharply.

“Excuse me?” The daughter decides th speak up now.

“I SAID. Non-refundable. Now can y’all please leave my fucking store this is a regular thing with y’all two.”

Both of their faces grew red like a beet. Y/N was ready to handle their ass if they tried anything.

“See, what kind of owner tells their customer that? You are supposed to be selling good quality items at a thrifted price and you can’t even do that?” The woman expected her words to cut deep but they didn’t.

“Sounds like hate to me. Now it’s time for y’all to go and don’t come back I’m sick of seeing y’all face. Y’all supposed to be running a boutique, right? Ain’t making no money coming up in here with all that bullshit.”

At that point, both the woman and her daughter walked closer like they wanted to do something. Layla walks around the counter, Nguni stick in hand. Luckily there were no other customers in sight. Too late, the door opens and in walks Erik Stevens dressed in an oversized denim jacket, white t-shirt, black cargo pants, and some black timbs. The smile on his face faded once he saw the angry glare on Y/N’s beautiful face.

“Y/N, what’s going on, baby girl?” Erik steps forward, shoulders squared. The sound of his voice made Y/N’s heart melt. She looked up at him, eyes softer now and eyelashes batting like an innocent girl.

“Don’t worry yourself handsome, they’ll be gone real soon.”

The woman looked over her shoulder at Erik, looking him up and down with disgust. Erik was used to that look and it wasn’t about to faze him at all.

“Got a problem with your eyes?” He says while taking his place next to Y/N.

“Are you her husband or something?” The daughter asks with interest. She was loving the sight of Erik and it made Y/N want to gag.

“Dont worry about all that. What’s the problem?” Erik folds his toned arms across his chest, legs in a wide stance.

“I want my money back that’s what,” the woman points to the record angrily again, “it won’t play! She’s selling items that are damaged! I need my money now or I’m not leaving.”

“Oh, you’re leaving. Now.” Erik says with a predatory voice. The woman and her daughter slightly jump at the change in tone. No longer was it smooth and hypnotic. It was dangerous and scary.

“Andrea, call your father,” the woman asks in a hurry.

“Bring your husband and watch I toss his ass out of here.” Erik laughs.

“ARE YOU THREATENING MY HUSBAND?!!” At this point the woman was beyond distraught. She looked like she wanted to cry. What did she think she was coming in here to get her way? It doesn’t work like that.

“You, your husband, your daughter,” Y/N says with a sly smirk, “step foot in here again and see what happens.”

“Free country!” The daughter, Andrea, yells over her mothers shoulder, a pinched look on her face and her chin held high like she was something.

“Layla, pass me my stick,” Y/N reached for the stick, grabbing it in hand to show them that she wasn’t all talk. She meant business.

“Look, she’s gonna use her stick. Do that and we’ll call the police.”

“Nothing new with y’all people anyway. Why don’t y’all just get the fuck out?! You don’t want Y/N and Layla to put hands on y’all, right?” Erik was just as fed up with the shit. Even in this moment Y/N was extremely turned on.

This was going on long enough. Y/N could tell that the woman and her daughter were loosing it, realizing that they weren’t going to get their way with this.

“Well? I don’t see y’all moving.” Erik barks out. The door to the shop opens and a stout man with grey receding hair and a mustache that reminded you of the end of a broom steps forward with his fists balled like he was about to do something.

“What the hell is the problem!!!” He yells. He sounded like a sailor. A fucking Popeye.

“Nothing, dear, go back to the shop.”

“Oh, there is a problem. Andrea texts me about coming here because some man is making threats to my family! My brother is a detective he will have you arrested, pal!”

He wagged his finger at Erik who stood there with a wide grin.

“Go ahead, super Mario looking mother fucker. Shit don’t faze me. All I’m saying is, your salty ass wife and daughter need to bounce. This ain’t their place, they are trespassing.”

Erik Shrugs, “so what’s it gonna be? Cuz y’all getting too comfortable.”

The woman and her husband share looks while Andrea watches from the door with a sour expression.

“...Becky, lets go.”

The mention of her name made Y/N laugh. Erik had to nudge her shoulder to stop her before he broke out into a fit. He needed to keep it serious if these people were to leave. Finally.

“No! No Robert!” She was on the verge of tears.

“Becky...we have to close up shop. Plus, let’s not get involved with these types of people. You don’t know what they are capable of. One of them has a damn stick dont be surprised if they don’t have a gun.”

His words cut deeply. He knew what he was doing saying that. Erik’s eyes squinted at the man, his jaw clenched tightly. He was trying his hardest to keep his cool after that purposeful comment. He wanted to provoke them so they could give him a reason to call the police or continue to stereotype them.

“FINE!!!” She throws the record down, the sound of it breaking catching all of their attention. Without a care, she turns, pushing past Robert and her daughter to leave. Robert gives Erik and the others one final look before leaving himself, stepping on the record with a stomp before exiting. Layla, Erik, and Y/N watch the doors close, all of them collectively sighing before shaking their heads.

“Some bullshit,” Layla says, “makes me wanna follow them and beat their ass.

“AINT worth it, shorty,” Erik says with an exhausting voice, “they gone, let them go back to that funky ass store and continue to hate on Y/N.”

Erik pulls Y/N in for a tight hug, “I don’t play with that shit. Fucking with my girl like that. Mad she flexing on y’all.”

Y/N allowed herself to smell Erik. He smelled just as tantalizing as he always did. He was so warm and big, big in a protective way. She loved the fact that she could feel every single muscle through his thick layer of clothes. His lips pressed into her forehead.

“You knew I had to stop by before I headed home, girl,” Erik pulls away from her, looking from the stick he gifted her to her pretty face. He never got the courage to ask her on a date but Erik knew she was feeling him just as much as he was.

“I was wondering when you would come by,” she looks away shyly, “thanks for sticking up for me, you didn’t have to.”

“What I just say?” Erik arches a single brow. Y/N licks her lips nervously.

“You hear me talking to you?” He grabs both sides of her face, making her look up at him.

“No body. Messes with. My girl.”

His words cut deeply like a sharp knife. She could feel it sinking deeply within her veins. His girl. That’s what he referred to her as.

“Okay...” she was being timid. Erik laughs, his hands on her waist.

“You got them books I wanted? The Malcom X ones?”

Y/N knew Erik could buy them online but he wanted to be near her. She fought to squeal about that.

“Yeah, I saved them just for you.”

“Good, show me.”

[illfoandillfie]

Heyy could you please do D.46 with Roger from the prompts list, where reader says make me and then he does, i dont know what 'it' is but im sure you'll make it hot 😁 love your writing ❤

This is the last of the original prompt list requests! After this all of them come from the revised list I posted that removed previous done prompts. 

D46 - “Make me.”

600 followers celebration blurb prompts

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You liked to think of yourself as the person who keptRoger grounded. You’d known him since you were broke kids just trying to passyour exams and stave off hangovers. In the years since you’d watched Roger gofrom barely being able to afford a can of beans to being able to get whateverhe wanted with ease. You’d heard the offers girls had made him, saying they’ddo anything he wanted, even the stuff they wouldn’t normally do. You’d been atparties where all he had to do was utter the words “I could use another” andsomeone would appear, bottle in hand, to top off his glass. Once you’d beenstanding on the street, Roger patting his pockets for the packet of smokes thatwasn’t there and complaining loudly. Some random guy who was passing stopped,said, “oh my god you’re the drummer for Queen,” and handed over a brand newpacket of Marlboros. It was fucking ridiculous! People saw him as RogerTaylor: Hotshot Drummer and would bend over backwards for him. But not you.To you he was just Rog, the dork you’d spent nights studying and drinking with,who you used to tease for fun, who you somehow fell in love with, and you’d bedamned if you were going to let his fame eclipse that. Whenever he got homefrom playing a show or being on tour or doing the media circuit you made surehe knew you weren’t going to be quite so helpful. And he loved you for it.

You were in the kitchen, making yourself a tea, when hegot home. You turned and leaned against the counter, waiting for him to appearin the doorway. As soon as he saw you he smiled, crossing the kitchen in a fewstrides so he could kiss you. It was deep and hard, weeks worth of pent upaffection in one gesture. He had one arm on your waist and one on the bench ashe kissed you with everything he had, everything you’d been missing while hewas gone, right up until he knocked over your tea cup. Boiling hot tea spreadout over the bench and dripped onto the floor. You leapt out of the way at thetinkling sound the cup made as it hit the bench, avoiding being burnt. “JesusChrist Roger. Back home for literally 30 seconds and you’re already making amess.”“Shit,sorry love.”“Canyou grab the cloth on the sink.”“GodI missed you,”“Thecloth Rog, unless you want to mop the floor.”“Right,”Yougrabbed a roll of paper towels from nearby and sunk to your knees to stop thetea dripping down the cabinet walls, and to mop up the puddles on the floor.Looking up you could see Roger smiling as he took care of the bench top. “Whatwas that about anyway?” you asked, sitting back on your heels, “like, don’t getme wrong it was very nice, but I wasn’t expecting something quite so intense.You've only been gone a couple of weeks.” “Funnyyou ask while you’re on your knees...”“Ishould have known,” you laughed, holding out your hands so Roger would help youup.“Can’treally blame me. I had this bird call out to me as I was heading to the carright, so I stopped to give her an autograph and she practically begs to blowme. Says I could have her any way I wanted but she was dying to choke on mycock.”“Ohkay. Why are you telling me?”“Well,obviously I told her it couldn’t happen, left, got in the car. But the wholefucking trip home all I can think about is you, on your knees, begging to beallowed to suck me off.”“So romantic,” you put the back of your hand to your forehead in a fake swoon.“Hey,” Roger laughed, “I never promised romance. Thought the kiss was prettyromantic though, didn’t you?” He leaned back in to you as he spoke but youdodged out of his way before he could kiss you again.“Cool it Romeo. I’m not just some groupie or naïve eighteen year old who’lldrop to me knees and beg because you want me to or because you kiss me.”“I know, lo-”“What I mean is, if you want me to beg, you’re going to have to make me,” Youemphasised the last words, locking eyes with Roger as you said them.

He flashed you a somewhat predatory grin as he madeanother grab for you but once again you ducked out of his reach.“Tease!”You laughed as you turned and ran out of the kitchen but Roger was closebehind. At the first doorway you flung out an arm, running your hand over thewall as you turned into the lounge room and put the couch between you and him. “You’re so fucking in for it now,” he said looking at you over the back of thecouch. Both of you were tensed, ready to run at the slightest sign of movement.“Am I now?” You knew he meant what he said. Half the fun of making Roger workfor you was how rough he could be when he finally got you where he wanted, butyou weren’t about to let him know that, “Thought I told you to make me beg.Doing a pretty rubbish job so far.”His eyes darted right so you went left, a plan you’re sure would have worked ofhe hadn’t leapt over the back of the couch instead, quick enough to grab yourwrist and pull you against him.“Got you,” he said softly, complete contrast to the hand he wrapped around yourthroat, “Now this can go one of two ways, but no matter what I will hear youbeg for me. So you can either accept that and drop to your knees now, or youcan fight it, find out exactly what I do to bratty little sluts.”He slackened his grip on your throat, giving you the chance to speak.“Make. Me.”“Okay,” he growled, “if that’s how you want to play.”

[mikeshanlon]

anyways kevin day is bi and has internalized biphobia. Like......

SUCH an internalized bipohbia/homophobia thing to say oh my god like when i had it really rough i would just be like, ‘well i like the opposite gender so my same gender attraction is just a fluke and it’s easier to be straight so i’ll be straight’. also it’s so largly tied to Court and Exy, the thing kevin has been striving for (and forced to strive for) his whole entire life. he can’t fathom ‘purposely’ doing something that could mess up his career (other than leaving the ravens which was necessary for him to continue to play). And if he DID make any mistakes he’d be punished for it by the master or riko, so he’d been literally conditioned to try to take the path of least resistance in order to survive when it came to riko/exy (for example having to pass to riko so he gets the glory even though kevin could easily score more points if he were to play to his full potential. the press starting to theorize that kevin is actually better than riko is why riko eventually broke his hand).

Don’t get me wrong i think it’s fucked up that he tried to make that decision for neil or say this to nicky who he knows is gay. But to kevin, whose whole purpose in life is Exy, who grew up in hive mind mentality of the nest, it makes perfect sense to him to sacrifice something about your identity to give yourself to the game. (But it’s still different compared to, for example, aaron, who sneers in disgust at any gay affection and calls neil a slur at the cabin/assumes he’s predatory, which is just plain ol’ homophobia). 

This is said more outright in this bonus content ask which like i dont want to or possess the mental capacity to really get into all of the other international implications RLGKJRJGK, but it also further suggests that in previous iterations kevin had sexual relationships with men, (also i believe there were drafts were k/a/n were together so that also suggests attraction to men):

(Also i lowkey think part of Kevin’s need to have a good image and strive to be the best--or, second best at first-- is because it’s the only connection he has to his late mother, Exy Founder and Legend, anymore, but I digress).

It’s really only exacerbated by the blasé attitude of sex at the nest, where they are like ‘well it doesn’t matter who you hook up with this is just a means of releasing tension and means nothing’. (Which like b fucking s, NXNNXX sorry but ??? I mean there has to be some sort of attraction and that’s so unhealthy but whatever i can’t try to truly psychoanalyze those goth weirdos). So any experience kevin might have with guys is further invalidated bc it’s just like. That’s How It Is, It Doesn’t Mean Anything.

And furthermore, in some of the bonus content it’s said that riko decided when and who kevin was going to lose his virginity to, (who kevin wasn’t attracted to). And then he told kevin to hook up with thea to release their on court tension (who kevin was attracted to, but it’s still lowkey fucked up?? and then the feelings he was harboring for her were not allowed by the ravens). So WHO kevin was supposed to be attracted to or engage with (and how) was literally controlled by riko-- even more than forcing him to be heterosexual. the only experience kevin really has with exploring his own feelings is with thea, and again that was orchestrated by riko (who was... watching while they did it like YIKES HELLO!??!? I RLLY HATE THE NEST Y’ALL), and then he was told by thea that he’s esentially inadequate and needs to get better-- which hey, like i’m sure that was true erglkerjg but i just can’t belive that such a remark wouldn’t make u feel shitty? especially when riko was in the room and that a whole other clusterfuck of an inferiority issue??? (even if it was meant to be flirty, like haha let’s do it again, i feel like it at least wouldn’t help his relationship with sex/sexuality). Any further Emotional Stuff was done in secret, and they only gave some glimpses of any piece of identity they had outside of exy to one another so. I mean we all knew this but kevin is extremely emotionally stunted, he wasn’t allowed to explore or express emotions other than, like... anger and frustration and play exy elkrgjkreg. 

You contrast this with like one of the only times we see Kevin be genuinely happy when they play USC and he gets to see jeremy (who he Stans and has Heart Eyes for) (described as mutually adoring rivals!):

He and jeremy have an easy rapport, Kevin can be himself around jeremy and jeremy’s just like :D. this was fighting for bi rights and ppl (bitchass riko) were killed!!! 

And albeit a different context than sexuality, we see that one of the reasons kevin admires the trojans so much is that unlike the ravens they are willing to make mistakes and learn from them, they are willing to go through obstacles and persevere (which of course is a big thing surrounding kevin’s story).

Again this suggests Kevin felt held back and trapped as a Raven, he could not be the best him he could be-- not about exy, not about his identity.

Anyways I wholeheartedly believe that as Kevin has reclaimed his spine and identity post-TKM and works through all of that trauma and issues as best as he can, he is able to work through the internalized biphobia/homophobia ingrained in him by the ravens and learns to love himself!

[nothing-but-kpop-dreams]

VIXX Reaction: Another famous idol flirting with their s/o despite their s/o making clear they aren’t interested (request)

N:

The audacity of this- this- this man.

Never had he ever encountered such a situation. The incident itself almost caused N spit out his drink. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Did he really hear Himchan ask you out right in front of him?!?

The nerve of this “fellow idol”. Himchan was very well aware of your relationship status being that he said hi to both of you as the two of you walked in together, your arm wrapped around his.

N’s first instinct was to shove Himchan nto the table of finger foods behind him. Sadly, he couldn't, there were too many eyes watching.

Immediately N’s gaze went over to you. Your face was blank. It was almost as if you didn’t hear what Himchan asked.

“So how about we go out some time?” himchan repeated himself, using a chuckle to hide his embarrassment over having to ask again.

“Oh you were serious? No.” you said bluntly.

N watched with a smile as Himchan’s head swung back. It was as if he never heard the word “no” before. “Um, excuse me?” Himchan carried a tone as if he were offended.

“You heard the lady.” the words fell out of N’s mouth so fast and he was quick to stand between you and Himchan. It was too late to stop himself now. “She said no!” he said with a taunting tone.

“Babe, you take me home?” you asked from behind N.

N couldn’t hold back the smile that grew on his face as he glared at Himchan. “As you wish.” he replied grabbing your hand and leading you out the ballroom.

Ravi:

Even with the crowd of people surrounding them, it was obvious to tell what was going on. It hadn't even been ten seconds into leaving you alone and someone already hovered over you. He could read RM like a book. The way he smiled and stood over you like a vulture, the guy was obviously trying to make a move on you.

“Here we go again.” he thought to himself as he made his way over to the two of you.

He was used to it all by now. Guys, even girls, constantly gaucked at you, some having the confidence to try and ask you out. He understood though, you were hot. Sure it was hard to deal with at first, everyone eyes always on you (even though he was supposed to be the famous kpop idol) but hey, it wasn’t your fault. Besides, you were the one he could call his. No one else could say that.

“Here you go.” he said casually as he now stood besides you and handed you your drink. He could feel RM’s piercing side stare. It was liked he considered him to be competition.

“Thanks!” you smiled a smile of relief. He knew you were glad that he was back and he could be a distraction from the awkward.

“What’s up Namjoon?” he asked. He did his best to play everything cool. There was no point in getting jealous over anything. He trusted you and your relationship so there was nothing to be worried about.

Suddenly RM’s vibe changed. He was no longer so predatory over you and switched to his camera ready persona. “Oh hey! So you and Y/n know each other?”

“Uh, yeah, for a while now.” he said vaguely.

“Yeah, we’ve been dating like, what? Six months now?”

You brought up that fact so smoothly. It was hard for him to not crack a smile.

Rm’s face fell. “Dating? You guys are dating?”

“Yeah.” the two of you said in unison as Ravi’s hand slid protectively around your waist.

“Oh… that’s cool… Well… I  gotta get back to my group now. I think Jin is waving me over. See you later Wonshik.”

Rm walked away so fast, Ravi didn’t even get a chance to say bye back.

“...So what did I miss this time?”

You just shrugged. “He was trying to asking me out to lunch.”

“Oooooof course he was.”

“Hey don't be getting jealous now.” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m not… but now that your plans seems to be free, how about we go out to lunch tomorrow?” he joked.

Leo:

“Taekwoon!” You said in a warning tone.

He had yet to let go of you. No matter how much you asked him to stop, he continued to drag you our the party and back to the car without a word.

This behavior didn't surprise you. He tended to pull this childlike tantrum whenever he wasn't happy about something. The thing that was making you mad was the fact that you didn't know what he was upset about. You've already had a “conversation” with him over these outburst of his, but apparently he still wasn't keeping to his promise of taking everything out first.

“Taekwoon, talk to me!” You demanded, planting your heels into the ground and refusing to take another step.

Finally he stopped, letting your hand fall out of his as he stood still like a statue in his spot.

“Why did you drag me out of the party this time? I was literally in the middle of talking to Mino when you dragged me out!”

He said nothing. Instead he looked down at his shoes,playing with a loose pedal.

“Taekwoon, just talk to me! Why is it so hard for you to just say something!”

He let out a sigh of frustration before he decided to finally use his words. “... He was flirting with you.” He mumbled.

“What?”

“I said he was flirting with you! And right in front of me! And you kept going along with it!”

“He wasn’t flirting!”

“Oh yes he was! I know how idols flirt and what he was doing was flirting!” His voice had grown harsher in tone now.

It was time to tone thung down. “Babe,” you said softly. “If he was flirting, i genuinely did not know he was.”

Again he was quiet.

“How many times do i have to tell you that, if you are upset about something, you need to tell me about it? I get that you were probably upset about this, but you could have excused us and told me what you noticed.”

“You’re right… I’m sorry.” he said, going up to you and giving you a hug.

You were reluctant to give him one, but you did so anyway. You didn’t get to see him alot and there was no point in using this time fighting with him.

“Do you want to go back to the party?” his voice was soft, still filled with shame.

“Nah I’m kind of tired, we can go back home and watch a movie there or something.

Ken:

Considering how BTS blew up, Ken appriciated the times that he bumped into Jin. It was hard enough hanging out between schedules, so it was cool that BTS attended the MAMA after party as well. On top of that, Ken was able to sneak you in to the party. What a lucky man he was, his good friend and his girlfriend at the same event.

“So where’s this amazing girlfriend of yours. I’ve been dying to find out who you are this crazy over.” Jin said.

“I think she is sitting back at our table. Come with me.”

The two of them walked around the dance floor and over to VIXX’s table where you were waiting for him.

“She’s right there, in the red dress.” he poitned out.

“Wow! She’s pretty! Seems like Jimin thinks so too.” Jin laughed.

Just then, Ken saw as Jimin sat down next to you already chatting up a storm.

At the sight, Ken was by your side in the blink of an eye. “Hi babe.” he said obnoxiously, wrapping his arm around you for Jimin to see. “Oh hi Jimin!” he said with a fake smile. "I didn't see you there.”

“Hey Ken.” Jimin said, suddenly so quiet in his prescence.

“I see you met my girlfriend!” Ken soncitnued. “Babe, this is jimin, but I figured no inteorodcution is needed. Jimin, this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

“So she’s your girlfriend I assume?” jimin asled sarcastically.

“Yes! Thanks for noticing? What gave it away?”

Jimin only rolled his eyes, so used to how Ken can be. “Hey you hear that song? It’s my favortire Im’ gonnag  dance. Nice meeting you Y/n. see you later Ken.” Jimin said as he walked away.

Hongbin:

It was an honest mistake, it had to be, anyone could have done it. In this case is just so happened to be the one and only Gdragon, but hey, no one is perfect.

It’s not like you and Hongbin dated that long. Two months wasnt too big of a deal. Besides the two of you weren't even public yet. Which was why you came into the party as a plus one with one of the stylists and not as his date.

But now here hongbin was, watching you in a room full of idols being hit on by one of the most famous in the history of kpop…

“I don't know whether to be offended or honored.” he thought to himself. Sure he was pretty upset about it, but if the number one person on Earth was after his girlfreind,well, that meant Hongbin was the luckiest person on this world for getting to be with you.

Regardless if who was hitting on you, were still his and he intended on keep it that way. Very hesitantly did he get his feet to move in your direction. The closer got, the better he could hear the words beign said between the two of you.

“So, hgow about you come over sometime?” THe look in Gdragon's eyes was so seductive, even Hongbin was falling for him.

You however, stood like a soldier. You're body was tense and unmoving. “Well, um, I don’t know…”

“Aw, why not?” he asked with a sly smile as his finger went to move a lock ofy our hair out of your eyes.

“Um hi! Excuse me.” Hongbin’s voice interpuprted.

Gdragonns unamused eyes fell on him , and Hongbin’s blood ran cold. “Yes?” he was asked in a dark tone.

Immediately he began to laugh nerviously. “Hi again- didnt- I mean- I wasn;t tryto to interupt you Mr.dragon, sir, but I just… I just thought I’d- uh- steal my girlfriend  for a dance.” he mumbled.

“Oh… girlfrined?” gdragon went back to having his eyes on you. “I see someone else got their hands on you before I could. Aren't you a lucky one Hongbin? Well, I’ll let you two be. But y/n, if things dont work out, give me a call.” he winked before walking away.

The two of you stood in silnce for a moment.

“I can't believe that happened.” he said, breaking the silence. “Gdragon knows my name!”

Hyuk:

It was the annual company christmas party. It was a celebration of the year’s achievements where every employee of the company and their plus ones partied the night away in a fancy hotel ballroom.This year was the first year that Hyuk actually had a date to bring… well not exactly…

The whole relationship things was a secret, even to the rest of VIXX. As far as everyone else knew, you were just an old friend he invited. It was, you know, the good ole company rules that kept him from telling everyone, plus it had only been like two weeks of dating. He just didn't want to jinx everything by telling everyone about the two of you right away.

For this special night, the two of you went the whole nine yards. You came in seperate cars, walked in at different times, maintained a three foot radius and got through most of the night passing glances and smiles at each other from across the table.

Things were great until a certain idol by the stage name L thought he’d flirt with right within earshot of hyuk. Seems like the famous plus one was also fond of how you looked in your party dress. HYuk was forced to watch in disgust as compliment upon compliment spilled out of L’s mouth. It was hard to to show how bothered he was. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and tell him to back off already. But he bit his tongue and kept his cool in front of his bandmates.

Thankfully for him though, you showed no interest in the handsome idol/ A smile spread on hyuk’s face when you interrupted L mid- sentence. and said “Sorry, uh, I have a boyfriend.”

-Admin Boat

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Oof

Guys

My 19yo sister is secretly dating a 28yo man

I'm worried. Not all age gaps are necessarily predatory. But... most of them are. Wtf is an established adult doing with a college freshman??

I haven't met him. No one has. But she has told me, our other sister, and a few friends. Everything she has told us: Kind of socially awkward, so hasn't had many gfs, and it seems like quite the coincidence they met at all bc he normally doesnt talk to anyone in his classes. He somewhat recently broke up with his only gf of 3 years or so. He worked for a while and just returned to college, which is where he met my sister. From what she has told me, he is very considerate, generous, thoughtful, funny, they have good communication, she feels like she cant get enough of him, like he really cares, etc. But that's from what she says so idk.

He has gotten her to sleep with him. She hasn't with anyone else so red flag there.... she's also having to do a lot of lying and sneaking around. Which to be fair, we had to do even to hang with friends bc of how my parents are. But still, its especially bad when you're doing it with a 28 year old man.

She's trying to move out of the house. Understandable, my parents are so hard to live with and grant no privacy or freedom. But.. this guy is offering to buy her a car? And if she can't move in with our grandparents, which won't be any better than our parents so idk what she's thinking, he's gonna get an apartment for them. For one, she's a fucking moron because she thinks she can hide all that from my parents. How the fuck do you hide your new car and apartment from the parents you live with??? And for two. God I just... this would make her dependent on him. And like. Jesus Christ. I get it. I get it so much. Basically the same thing happened with my husband. Except he's not 10 years older than me and I knew him for 7 years before we got married, and I wanted to get married to him before hand, but the timing was definitely due to escaping religious bs parent stuff and financial reasons. And like. Not the best but... he's not older than me, it's not a secret, I've grown up with him, wanted to move in with him because of our relationship, not to escape my shitty home life, and I've had unique "opportunities" to learn abusive behaviors so I'm not as prone as she is.

My parents can be dicks about dating in general. It'll be especially bad if they find out they've been dating in secret. It would probably ruin my relationship with my sister if I told. and if she quit talking to me, it might do more harm for me to not be in her life and be able to intervene if something serious did happen. Because right now, he hasn't done anything. And maybe he never will. Maybe he's a good guy and its just an odd situation. But what if he's not? What if hes acting super great, makes her dependent, and becomes possessive and controlling and abusive? What the fuck do I do???

I've thought about posting this before, but it's come up again because my husband found this guys ex on fb and explained to her than he's concerned because his young friend is dating such an older guy, and just wanted to make sure he wasn't predatory. Apparently this chick thought it was sketchy to ask that. I don't get it, I'd be happy to tell people anything important they might wanna know about my exes, especially vulnerable young people, but whatever, maybe I'm weird. So she told my sisters bf. So now they're both kind of upset at my husband. And maybe I'm just mad that they got mad at my husband for trying to make sure my sister wasn't in a threatening relationship. I am mad about that. Part of me is just like "fuck it, and fuck him, let her get hurt if he's a bad guy, and I'm gonna be cold to him if I ever meet him even if he isn't a scumbag" part of me is "fuck them for getting mad, I'm bringing my parents into this" and part of me is "no you're just doing this because you're defensive of your husband but you really dont need to be and maybe they have reason" like my husband did accidentally call my sister 17, which meant he was telling that guys ex that he was fucking a minor, which made her think badly of the ex, who was trying to stay on good terms with her. But then I wonder.. what if he's just mad because he's trying to hide something, so doesn't want anyone digging? But, this girl did tell him, so must be on good terms with him? And she did eventually respond saying "idk you and this seems sketchy, but he's not a bad guy" so maybe I'm worrying for no reason, or maybe I'm coming up with justification for bringing my parents into it when really it's for petty emotional reasons.

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Kirideku.

Chapter 1 : Party Time

Izuku POV

Aizawa sensei may have made a huge mistake. He had let the class throw a dorm party to celebrate the fall break of their second year. It has turned into a catastrophe. How did Kaminari even get this much alcohol past Principal Nezu and All Might!? I was now watching all of my classmates get completely drunk. Denki, Mineta, Ochako, Iida, and Jirou were all currently so wasted out if their minds.

Denki looked more dumb than when he over used his quirk.

Mineta was passed out on the floor surrounded by the broken remains of a Jack Daniel's bottle.

Ochako and Jirou were sitting in a corner together giggling at literally nothing.

And Iida was currently in one of the bathrooms with his head thrown in the toilet. No one thought he would even be drinking.

Aoyoma, Hagakure, Mina, and Sato faired a little better but not much. Aoyoma was currently the only one dancing to the music. Slowly trying to get a lightly drunk Shinsou to join him....by dancing mostly on him. Very, sexually.

Hagakure and mina had joined Sato in eating most of the snacks.

Tokoyami, Yaoyurozu, Kacchan, and the previously mentioned Shinsou were all handling the alcohol. The had some minor slips, but the could still form functional sentences. Tokoyami was leaning on a very lightly buzzed Shoji. Telling the tall male how much he loved and appreciated him and his kindness. Yaoyurozu has decided to sit in front if the tv that was playing some cooking show from America. Shinsou was trying very hard to not 'dance' with the attractive sparkly blond who was now grinding against his crotch. Now I should have expected what Kacchan would do. Because he had snuck some of his mothers alcohol stash over to my house when we were kids. He can be very.... kind and loving. He was currently smiling at me and hugging me.

"Y-ya know nerd. You... are like my best friend. I.. I have always looked at you and been inspired to work so hard. That's why I was so mad at All Might! I-i wanted to be y-your hero! You were my friend to protect." Kacchan explained. He currently looked like a relaxed, happy version of himself and smelled like the strong fruity cocktail that Shoji had made for Todoroki and Kacchan.

I couldn't help but whisper a very soft "t-thank you Kacchan"

"Of course you nerd!" He hugged me very tightly.

"Shouldnt you go check on Uraraka, Bakugou?" Came the soft sturdy voice of Shouto.

Kacchan soon left to the corner the Ochako and Jirou occupied.

"T-thank you Todoroki-kun." I said

He nearly shrugged and drank the cocktail silently.

Sero, Todoroki, and Shoji were much stronger drinkers than anyone in the room. Sero and Todoroki shared small talk and sipped their handmade drinks. Made by none other and Mezou Shoji himself. He had an extensive knowledge thanks to his habit of reading large amount of books. Shoji was smiling and holding onto his small boyfriend, Tokoyami. They had become an item not too long after their first year in class started.

Oijirou, Tsuyu, Koda, and myself had opted out of drinking. Tsuyu so that she could keep an eye out for the girls. Oijirou because he had decided that alcohol just never did anything for him. Koda said he would never do that until he was of age. And myself for personal reasons. Kacchan knew I could get hurt if I drank. So he made sure that no one could try to give me anything. Until he got drunk himself.

You see, I'm almost as bad as Uraraka-san if I drink. You could ask me to do anything and I'd do it. You see my problem. It's very dangerous. We had all decided to stick with sodas and water for now.

The last one I haven't mentioned is Kirishima-kun. He's a bit.... different when drunk. He's not as bad as Iida or Ochako but worse that Kacchan and Tokoyami.

Eijirou has hit on all of the girls most of the guys and 5 inanimate objects since he got drunk earlier. He hasn't tried anything with Shoji, Tokoyami or me.

He's usually a very kind and caring guy. He's also a very attractive guy. I mean of he was sober and flirting with me. I would most certainly not mind.

He's a very flirty, sexual person when he's drunk. He gains this aura of hotness and sexiness he doesn't usually carry, with a new load of confidence as well.

His hair was down and loosely forming around his face. He wore a pair of ripped jeans that formed lightly to his muscular legs. And a very form fitting tank top. THAT HE IS NOW REMOVING HOLY SHIIII...!!!!

"Are you staring at Kirishima, Midoriya?"

Came the voice of Shinsou who now had his arm wrapped around Aoyoma, with a giant smirk on his face.

"W-what?! N-no! I wasn't!" I yelled trying to hide my face on the couch pillows.

"N-no worries mon cher! Your secret is safe with usss~~" Aoyoma responded.

"H-he's just attractive. He wouldn't even like me like that!." I responded.

"Well how do you know?" Shinsou quipped.

"H-he hasn't tried to flirt with me tonight. He's flirted with everyone else. He even flirted with the m-microwave!" I was almost tearing up and they both could see it. They looked at each other and then at me. Then at something else I couldn't see behind me.

"Well maybe you should tell him." Aoyoma said with a giggle.

"After all he is right behind you." Shinsou smirked and pointed at Kirishima who had indeed sat right beside me in the couch. While I was telling them I liked him.

"EEEK!" I screamed and blushed trying to find something in my head to say.

"K-k-kirishima-a kun! W-when did y ki u get here.?!!?" I tried to play it cool.. in the most uncool way.

"Hey Izuku~. What were you guys talking about?." This guy... was flexing while he's talking. Flexing while fixing his hair. Damn him. He knows exactly what's going on and he's playing with me.

"Little Midoriya here has something he wants to say to you. Eijirou kun~." Aoyoma is officially my least favorite person. With the way he said it and the way he's touching on Shinsou he's implying everything.

"Oh really now~? What is it 'dude'~?" He looked and me with this predatory, hungry gaze. All I can think is I'm going to get eaten alive.

"Spit it out Izuku. It'll make you feel better if you tell him." Shinsou insists before walking away with Aoyoma.

" What is it man? What's up?" Kirishima asked slightly more serious. About as serious one could be while drunk and shirtless.

"W-well I um. May..... m-may l-l-like you" I whispered the last words. Confusing him.

"Huh? You gotta speak up a little. You can do it.~" He was teasing me again.

" I s-said. I like y-you." I closed my eyes waiting for anything. Rejection, anger, him to leave. I wasn't prepared for him to laugh.

"Hehe~ you're so cute Izuku. I heard you on my way over. I just wanted to hear you say it to me~." He looked at me. Then it hit me. He called me cute. And he heard me talking to Shinsou and Aoyoma!

I blushed about the same shade as his hair and tried to book it.

"I-I'm sorry!" I yelled trying to reach my room. He chased me and grabbed my arm before I coul reach the door knob.

"Hey now. I never said anything bad about it did I?" He looked at me waiting for a response.

"Y-you..? Do you?" I could barely get the words out of my mouth.

"Like you too? Of course I do~." Kirishima said leaning in to kiss my forehead.

He glanced back at everyone. Seeing Bakugo and Uraraka head towards the elevator giggling at each other. And Kirishima smiled a very mischievous smile and turned to me.

"I could show you how much I like you~. If you don't believe me. We could always do what they're going to do." He nodded towards the drunk couple kissing as the elevator doors closed and took them up o Kacchan's room. He reached for my rooms doorknob and gently ushered me in.

"W-wait K-Kirishima!? W-we can't!" I tried pleading.

"Why not? I thought you liked me Izuku?"

"I-i do! B- but you're drunk. I don't want to do it if you're not in a proper mindset!' I said as he closed the door and pushed us on my bed.

"So... if I sobered up really quickly you'd let me fuck you?" He said not caring about how lewd he sounded.

"T-that's not what I meant! And d-dont say it like that!" I stated.

"But why? I want to fuck you and love you. Why wont you let me?" Kirishima kept asking while sitting up and pulling me on his lap.

"B-because you're drunk! You're not completely in control of your thoughts and actions, Kirishima. "

"Eijirou."

"Huh?"

"You can call me by my first name Izuku."

"O-oh. E-eijirou. We should wait till tomorrow to talk about this."

"How about this? I want to kiss you. Let me just do that. And let me sleep in the bed with you, let me hold you. I won't do anything but that. And in the morning when I wake up and I'm sober. If I push you away or say I regret tonight, then I give give you my full permission to throw me out the window. But if hold you tight and hug and kiss you, please give me a chance. Please Izuku, just let me love you just a little. " he looked at me with such desperation and passion in his eyes I couldn't say no.

"O-okay..... you can do that E-eijirou."

I looked him deep in the eyes and nodded signaling he could have his way.

He simply gazed at me before slowly connecting our lips.

He tasted like spice. Not like peppers but like cinnamon and alcohol. He soft lips tasted like a cup of some spiced drink you would get around winter. It made my entire body go warm. It was comforting and addicting.

I pulled back slightly to look at him.

He's eyes are glazed over with lost and shining with joy.

He's smiling calmly and smoothly.

"Y-you uh.. taste l-like uh .. Christmas..?" I look at him quizzically and blushing darker.

He chuckles and responds "Thanks~. You kinda taste like an icecream cone. Super sweet." He smiles an specks my lips quickly. He picks me up and stands off the bed, me still in hand as he adjust the blankets for us to get under them.

We crawled in and he immediately pulled my back flush against his chest. I couldn't help but blush as his crotch came in contact with my butt.

" mmmm. You've got such a soft round ass Izuku.~." He tried to grind into me.

"W-wait! Y-you said we would just c-cuddle!" I squealed.

"I'm sorry. I lost control for a second. " he stopped and kissed my neck and squeezed me tighter to him.

"Good night Izuki. And I do love you but remember the deal. "

He slowly started drifting to sleep and adjusted where I was facing him before falling asleep too.

Chapter 2 continue? Y/N

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Jonathan Crowley

Requested by @pixxie-princess (he's the good guy I promise)

His voice was low and cranky, which most people who'd met him would have explained meant he was in a fairly good mood

Something about the way he laughed had that effect on people. Made them want to hide under the covers and stay hidden for a long time. It was something he dealt with.

"That was the best you had, sunshine. Now it's my turn."

He had places to go and things to kill. Crowley liked to stay busy. It helped him sleep at night.

Her face couldn't have been redder if she'd actually chosen to paint it with the overly glossy lipstick she wore. "How dare you!"

"Its frighteningly easy, just at this moment, cupcake!"

In an instant he was flooded with memories. Touching her hand as he drove them down the highway to the new home he'd had built for her, far away from his other residence, because she didn't need to know about that part of his life, the part he'd gladly given up for her.

Of course the other memories came again too, straining against the spikes through his wrists and ankles as the demon forced itself on her, not for sexual gratification or even to impregnate her, as demons often tried, but solely to enjoy his suffering as he watched his wife defiled and tortured. "Your children suffered too."

The man standing a few feet away from him and holding his phone was grinning ear-to-ear, with what had to be the craziest smile he'd ever seen. Not happy crazy, but scary, psychotic, I-eat-babies-for-lunch-and-their-momies-for-dinner crazy. The man was average, almost painfully so, except for that mad grin. His hair was brown, his eyes were brown behind rimless glasses, even his clothes were so damn plain as to fade into the woodwork.

Crowley moved forward, his heart hammering. He was immortal. That was his unique talent in the universe. No matter what happened, he'd live through anything done to him. He was not bulletproof and sometimes healing took awhile. Also, bullets hurt. A lot.

"Why dont you put the guns down and we can settle this the old fashioned way?" "I don't think that was the philosophy you used last time we met, Crowley." The voice was strained, and the facial expression under the clown makeup was pure rage. Crowley knew just how he felt.

"You tried to burn me alive."

"You got in my way!"

The smile he flashed was purely predatory and the man flinched as surely as if Crowley had spat at him.

Writ in Blood, Cherry Hill and One Bad Week - James A. Moore