#and technically they may be having sex on the last picture?

[aikoiya]

Nah, it's chill.

Merry Christmas, BTW! I hope your years' been a good'n!

Anyway, this is gonna mostly be based on my hc of what happens to Dash after high school.

Dash After High School - If ya wanna take a look-see.

But the overall idea is that Dash's parents were abusive, but in polar opposite ways.

Whereas his mom, Freida, was negligent & a bit of a wino, his dad, Harvey, was a lot like how Dash is at school: loud, confrontational, & just an outright a-hole.

(Looking at the brief picture we see of the 2, I sort of see Freida as the one with money & Harvey as a bad decision she made. They have cash, but the guy was wearing a white sleeveless shirt &, I think, jeans. My guess is, he was a jock in school, but either his family was poor, he was disowned, or he burned all his family's money by making terrible business decisions. Either way, when I look at him, I see either a bum or a skinflint.)

Anyway, he didn't normally get physical with his abuse, but he definitely got verbal... & loud. But he would also push Dash to "be the best" & was never completely satisfied with anything Dash accomplished, who despite resenting him, also wanted to make his dad proud.

Thing is, dude is also stupid macho in the really bad way, as well as low-key misogynistic & homophobic.

Like, there's not agreeing with a person's lifestyle, but supporting their decision to live their lives & make their own decisions regarding said lives... & then there's the assholes who legitimately hate those who prefer their own sex to the opposite.

Harvey is the latter... Adores his baby daughter, though. (But then again, everyone loves Sarah. Including Dash. If that curly-haired little angel were put in danger, then even the strangely cowardly Dash would throw down with a ghost. Seriously, that little girl is the sunny spot in Dash, Harvey, & Freida's lives & woe be anyone who dare harm a hair on her adorable little head. She's like Shirley Temple meets Annie & I love her.)

The problem comes in that Dash is bi. (Technically, I hc him as bisexual, heteroromantic, but Harvey would exactly hear that last part before exploding.)

Basically, this, plus all the expectations & pressure put on him from not only his dad, but also the school, his mom's emotional manipulations & gaslighting, the fact that Dash really isn't doing all that great academically, the clock is ticking, & this little line from the literal first episode of Danny Phantom:

"These are the best years of my life. After High School its all downhill for me. How am I suppose to enjoy my glory days eating mud?!" Which, woof!

And, he was bound to only react in one of a few ways. It's just that the reaction he chose was to be a dick.

However, I think the reason that he targets Danny is partly the fact that despite how... peculiar the Fentons are in-general. Yet, despite that, Jack & Maddie are very obviously caring & love their kids to pieces. Sure, they're not perfect, but they love & support their kids & would do anything for them.

So... I think that at least part of it is that Dash is jealous of Danny. (Though, I don't think that's all there is to it.)

Also, Danny's just too much of a little snarkmouth, so I doubt that he only started cracking wise at Dash after he died & came back. Which, if so, then that most likely adds a bit to it.

But... & this part I'm not totally sure about, but it's possible... either Dash is p.o.-ed at Danny for trying to keep him away from his sister or...

He may have... a teeny-tiny bit of a crush... Possibly a hate-crush that shows itself in the form of "pigtail pulling." Metaphorically speaking, of course.

Now, this is honestly just based on what all we know of him in canon, so I very well could've misinterpreted things.

Sorry if any of this sounds bad, I like to get a bit experimental with my hcs.

I’d like to take a quick minute to talk about Danny and Groose interacting.

At the very first glance, Danny was instantly reminded of Dash. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t intimidate him, but when he stayed longer and saw how he actually acted, he realized quickly how friendly he really was. Groose was much friendlier and pretty clever. He’s watching his strength when interacting with others, and apologizes when he slips up.

If someone outshines him in some way, he doesn’t get upset and try to bully them, but instead he compliments them and often tries to learn from them.

From Groose’s perspective, Sky had warned him that the new member was a little freaked out since he’s never been to Skyloft, so he expected Danny to be pretty nervous. He didn’t fail to notice the fact that he was intimidated by him, though. It hurt a little, but Groose also understood that a height difference like this often startled people a little.

Then he started getting a little interested in stars. He told Danny about it, and it slowly turned into Groose learning a lot about the night sky from Danny. Next thing they knew, they’re friends!

[hephaestiions]

For what it’s worth, Draco tries not to be in love with him.

Once the war ends, the world is dim and hazy and wild. For two months, it rains incessantly in Wiltshire. Draco watches his mother’s rose garden flag and flutter, run amok with weeds and ivy from his bedroom window. He spends May and June not doing much of anything but staring— out the window, at his ceiling, at his parents when they try to coax him to dinner. House arrest is not a death sentence, but Draco is empty and vacant and a little dead anyway.

He thinks of Harry sometimes. Harry, limned in fire on a broom, reaching for him, Harry, dead, not dead, clambering to his feet, wand raised, calling the Dark Lord Tom, Harry, who had met his eyes over the Aurors’ shoulders as they handcuffed him to accompany him to the Manor until the Wizengamot had the time to figure out what to do with the Malfoys. Harry, and the world winces into sharper focus, bleak and dull and unbearable. Draco tries, for all he’s worth, not that it’s much, to stop thinking of Harry when that happens.

There’s the trial. Harry Potter is in a suit, his hair damp and brushed and unfamiliar. He speaks for Draco and his mother. Draco recognises the image of Narcissa emerging in Harry’s testimony— haughty and determined and fearful and loving, a mass of contradictions worthy of exoneration after the payment of some hefty fines. His own image he recognises in snapshots and flashes— scared, yes, Merlin, yes, indoctrinated from a young age, that too, in the grip of something bigger than himself, yes, he’s never felt so small. There are other things Harry says, new, like an ill-fitted outfit hanging off him— brave when it mattered, really? and never killed anyone, technically true but the intent was there all through sixth year, doesn’t he deserve to be punished for that? and helped in bringing down the fall of Tom Riddle at great personal risk, a tall order at best, an embellished lie at worst.

Harry believes in a man Draco isn’t sure he ever was. The Wizengamot seems to believe him, and he’s exonerated too, with a magic-monitoring charm on his wand for eighteen months.

No one testifies for Lucius. He goes to Azkaban. Draco watches, dispassionate, as the Aurors handcuff his father again. Lucius watches him back, equally dispassionate. “Take care of your mother,” he says before he’s pulled away, and Draco manages a short, tight nod. That’s that.

Love, or the situation about Harry Potter as Draco takes to calling it, begins two more months after the trials.

“Malfoy,” says Harry, the picture of wide-eyed surprise. They’re in a bar on Knockturn. Pansy, Blaise and Theo finally dragged him here, Draco you need to leave that stuffy old Manor for your own good.

“Harry Potter,” Draco says, because he can’t bring himself to call him Potter anymore, and Harry sounds awkward outside his head.

“It’s good to see you,” says Harry, a sudden grin stretching across his face. Draco has to blink the light of it out of his eyes. “You’re looking better.”

It starts then, in the bar. The stirrings of life in a dead man. It’s annoying and brutal and the kind of thing that keeps Draco waking up and getting himself out of bed every morning and the nightmares occasionally at bay.

They run into each other at the bar, over and over, and each time, Harry begins conversation. Each time, it lasts a few minutes longer, until they’re spending half an hour or more chatting over drinks at the counter. Or, rather— Harry chats, Draco listens and tries not to let his heart spring out of his chest. Each time, Pansy looks considering, Blaise rolls his eyes and Theo peers studiously into his drink when he comes back. Draco wonders if Harry’s friends have their own set of patented reactions and if they’re half as lenient as his friends’.

Draco starts sleeping with Theo about it, eventually. Which is to say Draco starts sleeping with Theo hoping the sex will take his mind off dark hair and green eyes and that rapid, quicksilver smile. It doesn’t help that Theo has dark hair and blue eyes, and smiles at Draco like the sun. It makes him ache with want and loss, and the sex is great, but Draco has to end it within a few weeks.

“It’s Potter, isn’t it,” Theo says when Draco tells him.

There’s no point denying it, so Draco doesn’t. “It’s not you,” he says, and Theo’s lightly amused baleful glare is enough for their friendship to remain stable, if a little stilted.

Blaise takes him shopping and Pansy brings him alcohol and when Greg starts stepping out of his house again, he tells Draco awkwardly, “Well, Potter’s missing out, isn’t he?” Millicent, who starts coming to pub nights gives Draco a once-over and tells him he needs to get a job. Daphne tries to set him up with her sister, and takes it astonishingly terribly when Draco tells her he’s sure Astoria’s lovely, but has an entirely wrong set of bits.

“You should be more open minded,” she tells him, sniffing. “Astoria‘s open minded!”

Draco can only think to blink at her.

Harry’s in the papers almost every day. Sometimes because he gives speeches, but mostly because The Prophet’s society section can’t think to write anything better than “Harry Potter spotted in Diagon’s Sunday Market, with turnips! Turn to page 6 for seven delicious recipes that make fresh and inventive use of the Chosen One’s Chosen Veg!”

It’s all well and good except for the part where the accompanying photos of Harry, scowling or blank or frustrated or very occasionally, smiling at children, sends Draco’s body into overdrive. He finds himself tracing the line of Harry’s mouth, the tops of his cheekbones, his hairline. He thinks his mother notices, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Would you like to get a drink sometime?” Harry asks.

They’re not at the bar. They’re in a cafe and Draco is reading a horrible romance novel at the window.

“We get drinks all the time,” Draco says. He wants to step on his own toes.

“Yeah,” Harry says, laughing. He runs his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, course, just— I was wondering if you maybe wanted to. You know. Just us.”

“Just us?”

“Forget it,” Harry says, and sighs. He turns away and turns back. “It was good seeing you, Malfoy.” He turns away again.

“Harry,” Draco says. The look on Harry’s face when he turns back again is wide-eyed surprise again, like that first time in the bar. “I— a drink sounds lovely.”

Harry looks uncertainly pleased.

“Just not on Knockturn,” Draco says.

“We could go to Hogsmeade,” Harry says. He’s— the ridiculous man— bouncing on the balls of his feet, fidgety and buoyant and beautiful. “Or London. The Muggle bit. Or Diagon, really, but the reporters—” He grimaces.

I’ll go anywhere with you, Draco wants to say. “Anywhere,” he says instead, hacked short and inadequate.

But Harry smiles at him like he’s the sun. The persistent ache throbbing through Draco abates for a moment.

So this is peace, Draco thinks. Meets Harry’s smile with his own, wonders how Harry thinks it looks. There you are.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “cranes in the sky”. this is a little all over the place and i’m not particularly happy with it, but here’s a decidedly-not-microfic about failing at not being in love with harry james potter. oh draco, you’re exactly like me.

[charlesswife]

Una Noche En Mónaco iii

Mateo con Una T - part ii

unem masterlist

pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, he continues on with his formula one career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: charles is an asshole, likeeeeeee proceed with caution. angstttt (i tried my best lmao)

This is the last piece of flashback you guys need to know, everything else you will find out as the story continues 🤭🤭

May 2018

“Charles Leclerc is a fucking asshole and I never wanna see him again,” I said as I got into the car. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears. 

“Why? What happened?” Steph asked, “Are you okay? What did he do? Do we kill him?” 

I looked at her and told her what happened. 

He told me to talk in the living room to talk. He was pretty chill. 

“So…” I started, “Um… I’m just gonna be straightforward with you,” I see him nod, I took a deep breath and said, “I’m pregnant.” 

He started at me for a second and said, “Really? Congrats! I didn’t know you were with someone already! You could’ve just told me this on the phone,” he laughed, “You didn’t have to come all the way here to tell me that. Good for you!” 

What? 

“No, Charles. I’m pregnant… with your child.” His smile slowly faded away. 

“Nope, I don’t think so.” 

“What? What do you mean ‘you don’t think so’?” I asked him. 

He got up from his sofa and started pacing around the room, “Question. Do you know who I am?” 

“Charles… Leclerc?” 

“And do you know what I do?” 

“You… race?” 

He stopped pacing and said, “Yup. Not mine.” 

“But it is!” I told him. 

“No,” He said again, this time more aggressive, “And do you know how I know this? Because why else would you come here to tell me this four days before the race? Either someone put you up for this, to mess me up or you are a con artist. So which one is it?” 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” I shamed my head. 

“I don’t? Please, you are not the first one that has tried this trick on me. I don’t even remember your name!” he yelled, “And even if it’s true, what do you want me to do? You want me to love you? To marry you? I would never marry someone like you! How even old are you?” 

“I’m eighteen…” I murmured. 

“HA!” he laughed, “You probably got knocked up by some random dude and now you wanna blame it on me! The famous Formula One driver! What do you want from me? Is it money? Is that what you want?” He really knows how to hurt people with words. 

My eyes started to burn, “I don’t need money from you,” I told him. Tears started to roll down my cheek, “I just want you to be there… for us.” My voice broke. 

“Oh please, don’t do this, with your crocodile tears” He rubbed his face with his hands, “Besides, you don’t even look pregnant at all!”

I lifted my hoodie, showing my baby bump, and his eyes widen a bit. “We had sex on March, you would be at least two months along” 

“Eleven weeks,” I corrected him. 

“Eleven weeks, right? You look bigger than eleven weeks. You probably got pregnant before me and you’re trying to baby-trap me!” He yelled. But he was right, I’ve seen pictures online of women being eleven weeks pregnant, and I am bigger than them. 

“No, that’s not true at all! Charles, you were my first time!”

“Wow,” he said in a sarcastic way, “Lucky me. Do you think I’m going to believe any of this? Do you think I’m that stupid?” 

“So this asshole basically called you a baby-trapper, manipulator, gold digger, whore?” Steph was mad, and she had every right to be. 

I stayed quiet for a second, technically he did, but he didn't use those exact words. 

“Steph, let’s just go home” 

April 2023

“Mateo come here so I can put sunscreen on you!” My kid dropped his little toy and came to me, “We’re going to go to the bookstore and then get some ice cream. Does that sound good, Mati?” 

“Yummy!” he yelled. 

After I was done applying sunscreen he started to jump around the apartment yelling “Ice cream! Ice cream.” 

“Okay Mateo Alexander, let’s go” 

The car rides with Mateo are always fun. He points at all the cars he sees or sings whatever is on the radio — he doesn’t know the songs but he likes to pretend he does. 

Once we got to the bookstore, I got him out of the child seat and walked into the store with him in my arms. I approached the register and greeted Steph. 

“Pascale is here,” she said. “She finally came with her two sons, I didn’t see their faces though.” 

I rolled my eyes, “I’m going to check the store, keep an eye on Mateo, and don’t give him candy,” I warned her, she put her hands up in defense, “We’re getting ice cream later and you know how he gets if he has too much sugar in his system.” 

Mateo yelled, “Ice cream!” 

I laughed a bit as I was leaving. As I walked around the store, I helped a few customers here and there. 

I was organizing a shelf when I heard my name. “Y/n?” My heart dropped to the floor. I turned around but I saw no one. Am I hallucinating or did I hear the voice of Charles Leclerc in my store, calling my name? “Oh sorry, I thought you were someone I know.” The voice came from the other side of the bookshelf. 

I speed walked to another section of the store as I was texting Steph “Code Red, you know who is here. Get Mateo.” As I hit send, my body collided with someone else’s. The person grabbed me by the arms so I wouldn’t fall back. 

“Wow!” The male voice said. “What’s the rush? Are you okay?” The first thing that I noticed was his blue eyes and then his thin lips. 

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized. “I would’ve seen where I was going,” 

“It’s all good,” he said. “More than good.” He let go of me. 

We stayed quiet for a quick second, “I’m sorry to be so straightforward but you are very beautiful, like breathtaking beautiful.”

Oh

“I’m Arthur, by the way,” he extended his hand towards me. I took it. 

“Y/n,” I introduced myself. 

“Y/n,” he repeated. “Do you work here, Y/n? So I know if I should come back again,” he laughed. 

“I own this store,” I told him. “I’m usually here on the weekends,” As I said that, my phone beeped

Steph - I can’t find Mateo. 

“Umm… It was nice to meet you Arthur but I have some stuff to take care of,” I said as I walked away. 

“Wait! Can I get your number?” He yelled a bit. 

“Come back next week and we should see!” I waved goodbye. What’s wrong with me? I need to find Mateo and get out of here before He sees him. 

Charles POV

“It’s so nice to spend the day with my two boys, you guys are always so busy” 

“Yeah, too bad Enzo couldn’t be here,” Arthur said. 

“It’s fine, he’ll come next time,” Maman said. 

Maman decided to take Arthur and me to her new favorite bookstore because “we needed to go there” I opened the door for her. 

“What a gentleman, thank you, Charles,” She said. 

“Yeah, thank you Charles” Arthur mimicked her. 

The bookstore had a whole different vibe from the inside, it was like stepping into a new world. We were greeted by a Taylor Swift song that surprisingly I recognized. I Knew You Were Trouble. 

“You guys go walk around, I’m going to the café,” Maman said, as Arthur and I were walking away, she spoke again. “soy Charles, don’t go too far. You have to meet this girl, she’s so sweet and she has this kid who is a literal angel. He reminds me of you actually. A lot.” With that, she walked away. I looked at Arthur, who only shrugged. 

As I walked around the shelves I saw a very familiar figure. 

Is that…? “Y/n?” The lady turned around. It was someone else. Something in my heart wanted to be Y/n. “Oh sorry,” I apologized. “I thought you were someone I know” 

The lady left and soon after a small kid walked by, he was looking from side to side. 

“Are you lost?” I asked him. He stopped walking and turned around. I held my breath for a second. 

“No,” he said. “My mommy works here.” He turned around and was about to leave, but I didn’t want him to leave. 

“What’s your name?” I asked him. 

“I’m Mateo with one T,” he put one finger up. “What’s- umm” he took a long pause for a second. “You?”

I laughed a bit. “I’m Charles.” 

A big beep sounded and then the music at the store stopped. 

“Mati come to the front please.” 

“That’s me,” the kid said and then he left running. He stopped for a second and came back walking. “Goodbye.” He gave me a tiny wave and left walking again. 

I felt my phone vibrate and when I took it out I saw a new message from Arthur 

King Arthur: I think I just met the love of my life 🥴❤️

Me: 🤣🤣 in what? five minutes? 

King Arthur: Sometimes you look at someone and you just know, brother. 

Me: I know you are crazy 🤣🤣 

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👀👀👀🫣 I APOLOGIZE FOR MY LATE POST AHHHHH but how good was this?! I wanna hear your thought and theories!! What do you guys think is going to happen next? 👀👀

I’ll edit it properly later on after work, but here’s the chapter!!

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[genshin-impacted]

Exchange of Rings 

(Alhaitham x Reader - 1/?) 

Alhaitham never thought he would marry. The idea of knowing someone well enough to be in a long-term relationship and then committing himself to them was so far out of the picture, he never would have imagined that he would set up a matchmaking profile and meet you.  -or- You've always wanted to fall in love. Arranged marriages mean the two of you will work to make it work. If love happens, then it happens, though if falling in love is the end goal, you may as well almost be at the finish line.

Word Count: ~2.6k 

Notes: afab!reader, second person pov “you”, switches pov with Alhaitham, modern au, arranged marriage, fall first/fall harder, mentions of sex, slow burn(?)

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Meeting the family is pleasant enough. The house of your made match is a two-story in a well-off neighborhood, so you already know what type of luxury to expect. But you've come prepared today, a gift basket of fruits in your hand as you walk past the pretty porch and stand on the tweed welcome mat.

The one who greets you at the front door after you ring it is who you presume to be his mother, who opens the door and welcomes you in eagerly. Your 'suitor,' for a lack of better words, is Alhaitham. You had to search up its origin to see that it's a Persian name, but his last name is a dead giveaway to his other Caucasian half. His mother must be the Persian half, skin sun-kissed to bronze with her light lavender hijab wrapping her upper half, and a bright smile as she takes your gift basket and tells you that you didn't have to and that you are so polite!

You tell her the kumquats are from your house, and she tells you that she loves them; she makes drinks that her husband adores that doesn't raise his blood pressure. A tall white man with graying hair-- a silver fox that you can see the resemblance in your suitor almost immediately-- comes in from what you think is the kitchen and holds out a hand for you to shake. His handshake is firm and warm, much like his wife's welcome. 

"Well, please, make yourselves at home," the mother tells you, ushering you into the dining room. You peek over into the kitchen and see a marble island. "I can't tell you how excited we are to finally meet you. We've heard- or," she laughs, "we've read good things about you."

"And I've read good things about your son. The feeling's mutual," you reply. You aren't quite sure what else to say; you don't know him at all aside from all the things that were written on his profile when it was sent to you. 

You would like to think the two of you are compatible enough, considering that the two of you technically "chose" each other through the matchmaking process, but you suppose you never really know until you meet him. Speaking of– that's exactly what will happen after you meet his parents. So far so good, you think. His parents are really, honestly lovely. It's evident that the two of them love their son and love each other, which is not a requirement by any means. It's not as though you'll marry the family (just the son), but it is nice to know that they've set the precedence to a loving couple– something you hope to end up as, despite it all. 

To think that it was years ago you heard about arranged marriages or matchmaking in the modern day. That you would end up in one today is something you didn't think you would have ever thought you would decide to do. In its simplest definition, it's when two people are put together to make a relationship work. It's practical, but funnily enough, when you think of it like that, you find it to be a little romantic.

You hope your suitor doesn't mind that side of you.

"Speaking of which..." The father sticks his head out into the hall. "Alhaitham! Your future fiancé is here!" He turns back to wink at you as you feel a shy smile worm its way out at the words. "Or so we hope!"

You hear steady footsteps from the staircases, and you don't mean to, but your heart skips, quickening as you wait to see your match in person. The first thing you notice is his height. It's hard not to with how short you are; everyone ends up towering over you, and Alhaitham is no different. The second thing is his hair. He does not seem like the type of person who dyes it-- or so you think-- so the silver must be natural. The third is his eyes: blue or green; you think you'll have to take a closer look to decide, but they are pretty regardless. 

You flash a smile at him before you forget to. He looks at his father and on cue, his father introduces the two of us. 

"Alhaitham, this is…" He says your name, and he looks back at you with a slight frown. "I am pronouncing it right, yes?"

To your delight, he is. You smile up at him, genuine and easy. "Yes, that's right. Thank you."

The mother pulls you aside with a sly smile that makes her crows feet appear at the sides of her eyes. "He made sure to search up the pronunciation before you came. Kept practicing it to get it right." 

"My wife spilling the beans aside," he says, huffing, "this is our son, Alhaitham. I'm assuming the two of you have lots to talk about so we'll be on our way. Feel free to eat anything on the table! We left it for you two."

"Sure thing," you say, waving at them as they walk up the stairs. "Thank you!" and then you turn toward Alhaitham who has yet to say a word.

"Feel free to sit down," he tells you, and you try not to smile at the fact that you think his voice is as attractive as the rest of him. "We might be in for the long haul for this conversation..." 

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Alhaitham never thought he would marry. 

It's not as if he thinks he's undeserving of love or anything of the like. He just never thought about spending his life with someone like that, mostly out of disdain for the general population he's had the misfortune of interacting with. It isn't as horrible as it was in his earlier life; once people began to be able to make sound(er) judgment and make smarter decisions, he found them a little more bearable to interact with and eventually made companions with like-minded people. Begrudgingly. 

(His friends are known to be 'geniuses' though, and with genius comes a little bit of insanity, so he isn't sure what that means for him.)

Matter of fact is, he's gone through most of his life without needless social interaction and has done pretty well for himself, so he thinks that's a testament to how unnecessary socializing is to live the life he wants. So marriage-- the idea of knowing someone well enough to be in a long-term relationship and then committing himself to them was so far out of the picture, he never would have imagined that he would set up a matchmaking profile…

All at the behest of his grandmother. 

His parents have always wanted him to find someone once he graduated from university. His excuse of 'school comes first' stopped working the moment he got a job, and from then on it was mild concern on whether he was too alone or lonely. He's grateful for his parents for never really forcing him to do anything, but their well-meaning suggestions are still something that floats in the background, distracting him. But both his parents and him both know that any relationship with him would fail, simply because he would not put any effort into it. 

He did try. Once. The person he last tried dating ended up splitting up with him because he seemed emotionally distant. The fact Alhaitham didn't seem very bothered when (to him) the inevitable happened only seemed to prove them right. But what was he to do– pretend to be attached to someone when he hardly knew who they were? If dating is the fast track, then he'd prefer to be on the right most lane or, even better, not be on the tracks at all.

It wasn't until his grandmother spoke to him about arranged marriages, how it was similar to a contracted deal, vetting suitors until he could choose exactly who he wanted with what conditions, that he finally considered it again.

It's true that the idea appealed to him because of his parent's insistence and it seemed like a logical way to deal with the idea of marriage. It's certainly skipping a few steps he wouldn't miss, but it's the in-depth selection period that appeals to him the most. And a little bit, though he will not admit it, is for his grandmother, to ease her mind. Alhaitham knows she has always wanted him to live a peaceful life and though a partner is not necessary (his grandmother is proof of that), having someone he can turn to when she is gone is something that worries her.

So hopefully when you come to meet him, he can see whether or not the two of you can live out that life of peace together. It would certainly solve a lot of his problems. For one, his friends would finally stop trying to set him up with people with the worst possible compatibility.

When the day arrives when he meets you, his grandmother asks him if he's nervous. He tells her no, which only makes her laugh and look at him knowingly. (He really isn’t nervous, and receiving such a familiar look from his grandmother makes him feel like she knows something he doesn’t.) She pats her weathered and dearly worn hands on his arm. "This is not just for your parents or me, habibi, but for you as well." She tells him, "To be seen is a wonderfully unique thing. I hope you will get to experience it.

He doesn't quite understand, but he knows his grandmother will refuse to give him the answers if she thinks it's something he needs to discover on his own. Regardless, Alhaitham dryly tells her to not get her hopes up, and she laughs again before pinching his cheeks till they hurt, like she always does.

. 

.

.

First things first, the two of you start addressing any possible red flags or dealbreakers between the two of you. He asks you if you snore-- you say no. He tells you that whichever residence the two of you take, he has to have room for his books-- you shrug and say why not. And now you think you should have gone first because the first thing out of your mouth is the same as his-- he does not snore-- and whether or not he finds you attractive.

To his credit, he doesn't raise his brows or look confused. Instead, Alhaitham finally takes a good look at you, and you try not to squirm under the scrutiny. 

"Yes," he tells you simply, and the tension in your body is released all at once. And the next few questions, despite how important they are, don't seem to faze you as much as your questions did.

"I'd like to sign a prenup. Is that agreeable?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of the same."

"How do you feel about a joint bank account?"

"Maybe down the line? But not now."

"Do you want kids?"

"If it feels like we can raise them properly, yes."

"What kind of wedding do you want?"

"A big wedding, but only because my extended family is pretty big."

This turns out to be the first contention between the two of you, and his brows furrow slightly. "You want a small wedding, huh?" you ask. Before he can say anything, you continue, "I'm willing to make it a little smaller and limit the amount of people coming but family is really important to me, so I'd like them to be there." 

A moment's pause, and then a nod. "Alright. that sounds agreeable. I'm not very interested in the details of the wedding, so-"

"Honestly, I'll probably have some of my friends help out," you say. "I'll always make the final decision after talking it out with you." 

Alhaitham nods again, and then he's onto the next topic already. You don't see a note or paper anywhere with all these questions so you wonder if he's coming up with them all now or if he's already prepared it in his head. You try to think of any other questions other than the ones you listed, but they seem miniscule compared to the ones already asked. Nothing else seems to be a dealbreaker for you.

"You don't have any other questions?" he asks you, and it feels as though he's gauging you with this one like his previous ones. 

"Well, not really. the important ones are gone. 'Do you love your family?' I think that's pretty evident..." You put your hand on your chin in thought. "Well, I-" A question pops into your head and you think of it more like an unwelcome thought than anything. 

Not to miss a detail, as you have come to learn already, Alhaitham jumps on the opportunity to ask. "You have one?"

"Well," you say, hesitating. "I was wondering what you were looking to find in this arrangement. Between the two of us."

"We won't just be roommates, if that's what you're asking," Alhaitham says, and your hopeless romantic heart skips a beat. "We're both adults. We can work out an agreement on our boundaries and comforts. I'm assuming this question means you want sex to be on the table?"

You sputter. You don't mean to do something so unattractive but it's hard to stay calm when he just says things like that when you're thinking of something a little more innocent. Embarrassingly innocent, now that he's brought up the more lustful side of it all.

"I- I mean, yeah. That would be great," you stammer, "but I guess I was thinking more of the romance. You know..." you trail off, feeling your face warm as Alhaitham looks at you without a word to help continue your train of thought. 

I want the both of us to fall in love, you think helplessly. The both of you fall into silence.

"...The agreement is to live together for a year and plan a date if the both of us agree to it," Alhaitham says finally. You don't think he means to, but his steady logic calms you down from any wandering anxious thoughts. "There's still time for us to back out if we really wanted to. Nothing is set in stone yet. So whatever outcome happens at the end of it and you're not satisfied, you can leave."

To the point. "And the same goes for you too," you say, and when he nods, you try not to hold onto too much hope that it'll all work out.

You do, a little, anyway.

You've always wanted to fall in love. So deeply in love that it changes you. If bodies are a temple, then yours must be a gated community, with only the right people with the passcode to enter. The fast-paced dating game is not for you; the people available are not of your pace-- you date for love and for marriage, not for fun. 

You think of this almost like a last resort, but at the same time, it isn't. Especially with these conditions, you think this is your one chance to do romance your way. You have one year with a man who is so attractive it hurts, but with hobbies and personality that you think might be so misaligned that it hurts too. (When was the last time you read a book for leisure, not counting fan fictional works?) Arranged marriages mean the two of you will work to make it work. If he thinks you are worth it, then it will happen. 

But if the goal of it all is to fall in love at the end of it, you think you're almost done on your end. 

It does not take much for you to fall in love.

You think you’re nearly there when Alhaitham brings out the rings– plain, matching silver wedding bands– for the two of you to wear.

They fit perfectly.

[eri-pl]

🤣🤣🤣 lovely comic

Also can 100% confirm: this is the face a teenager makes when their parents are kissing or speaking sweet things to each other. And this is how two nerds in love behave.

Sometime I come back into the silm fandom and drop some bullshit

[billiethepumpkin]

Don't Make Me: Tomura Shigaraki

Kinktober Day 4

Warnings: Rated X. This content is intended to be consumed by those ages 18 years and older. If you are a minor, please do not interact with this content.

Contains: BDSM-style relationship. Bratty behavior. Cockwarming. Voyeurism. Impact play. Vaginal sex. Unprotexted sex. Male orgasm. Female orgasm. Creampie.

Author's Note: All characters are written as adults because I am an old fuck. :)

You could have stayed quiet.

You didn’t have to say anything. You didn’t even have to acknowledge that feeling that was building in the pit of your stomach. You could have just continued about your day, making dinner and watching television. You know, normal people shit.

But you didn’t. 

Instead, you thought long and hard about all the ways Shigaraki, in the other room, could quench that thirst below your waist. You thought that, maybe, he would lift you onto the kitchen counter and eat you like you were the last meal he’d ever received. Or maybe he’d bend you over the table and take you from behind. Or if you were lucky, maybe he’d do both. 

Definitely both. 

You remembered now the way this all started. You’d been feeling a little more desperate than normal, sitting on the couch with your hand between your legs. The thought was, maybe Shigaraki would come into the living room in between games and be tempted by you. Maybe he’d stuff his fingers inside you right there on the living room couch. 

He never did. 

You sent him a picture, one with your shirt off where he could easily see that you were playing with your own nipples. No text. Just a picture. Maybe he’d get the hint and just come have his way with you.

No such luck.

Instead, he sent back a text that simply read, “Exquisite,” with a heart emoji at the end. Now you had to get creative. Shigaraki wasn’t taking your hints. He wasn’t going to come in the room and see you, all splayed out for him. You were just going to have to take matters into your own hands. 

You walked past the office that you shared and into your bedroom. You took off every last bit of clothing you had on, stripping yourself down to absolutely nothing. And you took a step into the office, feeling the blush creep over your cheeks. “Baby?” you called into the room. 

“Hm?” he hummed. He turned to face you. When he saw you standing there, fully naked before him, he felt his own hunger spring to life. You, stood there in all your glory, your perfect tits, your plush thighs, and the rest of your gorgeous body. How could he not indulge himself? 

But Shigaraki would not be himself if he just let you do whatever you wanted. 

“Are you really such a slut that you can’t wait until I finish my game?” he asked. You watched as Tomura’s eyes darkened, and he smirked up at you. His arousal was suppressed deep down inside him. 

You didn’t respond. Any answer you gave would have been wrong. You could answer, “Yes.” Technically, that would be the true answer. But that would be an admission to being a slut, and you just couldn’t have that. 

Tomura stood up and walked toward you. You took a deep breath as he did, and he kissed you deeply. His hand wrapped around your throat, one finger carefully lifted away from your flesh. And when he pulled away, he laid out his terms. “Here’s what you can have,” he began. “You may sit on my lap with my dick stuffed inside your needy little cunt. You will not move. You will not make any noise. If you do either of those things, you will earn yourself a smack on the ass. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered, nodding. 

Shigaraki stripped himself and sat back down in his chair. “Come here,” he demanded, stroking himself. 

You did as you were told. You walked closer to him, and you carefully situated yourself on his lap. You felt your chest press against his. His physique was lean and thin, and his skin was soft. You took it all in with a sharp breath. Shigaraki held his cock with one hand, keeping it steady as it slid inside you. You were much wetter than he ever knew, and it took all the willpower in Tomura’s body not to just drop everything to fuck you then and there. But this wasn’t about that. 

Your breath caught in your lungs as Tomura buried himself to the hilt inside you. You would not make a sound. You would not move. You could do those two things, as long as you got to have him inside you.

Right?

God, you were wrong. 

Shigaraki convinced himself he wasn’t trying to make this more difficult. No, he wasn’t trying to make you whimper and moan for him. He was just really into the game this round. His body tensed up, and he squirmed in his seat. And finally, when he jumped a bit in his seat, you let out the tiniest little whimper. 

Tomura immediately stopped whatever was going on in the game to look at you and say, “What did I tell you?” And he smacked you on the ass, sudden and rough, his contact enough to sting for several minutes after. 

You whimpered quietly again. “‘M sorry,” you moaned, sort of out of breath. 

“I won’t warn you again,” he said before turning back to his game. 

However, the feeling of his handprint was etched into your flesh, the fat on your ass stinging and desperate for his hand. Your pussy ached as you longed for another slap like that. 

You couldn’t help it. Really, you couldn’t help the way your pussy twitched and your hips squirmed against him. And in response, just as he had said before, he smacked you again with no warning. You whimpered again, louder this time. You were needy, much too needy to be teased like this. “Whore,” he accused as he slapped your ass again. “I hope you know they can hear you, needy girl.”

You squirmed against Shigaraki’s hips even more, moaning quietly, unable to hide your arousal. You didn’t care that they could hear. Hell, you wouldn’t care if Tomura had his camera turned on the whole time. He could broadcast it live to the entire country and you would still let him fuck you raw, right in front of the entire world.

“You need it so bad, huh?” Shigaraki asked, his hands rubbing over your hips and gripping the flesh on your thighs, one finger hovering above, as always. You whimpered a little louder at the sensation, and out of reflex, Tomura slapped one of your thighs, too. Your leg and your ass was warm. You could feel it. You wondered if there would be a bruise. You hoped so. “Don’t make me fuck you in front of all these people,” he provoked. He grinned wide, getting a wild look in his eyes. Shigaraki knew he would take you anywhere. Any bathroom. Any closet. Even online, with all his temporary teammates listening. He wouldn’t turn off the game. He wouldn’t leave the lobby. He wouldn’t even put himself on mute. He would fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk straight, and all of those people would know about it. 

All you had to do was say the word.

“Take me, Tomura,” you moaned, your hands resting on his shoulders to steady yourself. You looked straight into his bright red eyes and silently begged.

Shigaraki kneaded your flesh more, your hips, your thighs, your ass. He silently claimed all of them. Mine, he thought to himself. “Are you sure?” he said. It was a threat. “All of these people are listening. All of them can hear you getting fucked senseless.”

You nodded frantically. “Yes, please.”

Shigaraki gripped your chin, and he paused for a second. He took everything in, your beautiful body pressed against his, the feeling of your warm cunt dripping around his shaft, the way your face already looked fucked-out when he hadn’t even started. It was enough to make him want to bust then and there.

But he wouldn’t. 

No, he wouldn’t cum until you were good and ready.

Without even taking off his headset, he picked you up and pushed your body onto his desk in one swift motion. Shigaraki began to thrust into you, hard and fast. You couldn’t help the way your body convulsed. You threw your head back, and your mouth hung open as you let out a long, extended moan. “Is this what you wanted?” Shigaraki asked, close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck. “You wanted to be fucked senseless?”

You felt his teeth on your neck, biting hard and almost growling into your skin. Three fingers and a thumb on both hands gripped your thighs hard as his cock pummeled into you. You continued moaning louder, your words escaping you for the moment. “That’s my girl,” he hissed into your ear. “You wanted to feel good so bad, huh, dirty girl? You just had to get fucked like this.”

You could feel your body tensing up. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you moaned out loud for him. His headset was right next to your ass. You knew they could hear you, the slapping of Tomura’s hips against yours, the squelching of your hot, wet cunt. But it didn’t matter. They didn’t matter. You were cumming around his cock after just minutes of fucking. 

He felt the pressure around him, a vice grip on his cock. You were perfect, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Your moans played on repeat in his ears, and he suddenly felt every sensation all at once. Without warning, he came hard with a long sigh. His grip was so tight on your hips, you were sure you had handprints that would last at least a week. 

“Are you happy now?” he asked, breathless and leaning his head against your shoulder. “Is that what you wanted?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, satisfied at your return on investment from the very beginning. 

Tomura couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but continue rutting into you, now more gently than before. His hips were barely moving, but you just felt so good wrapped around his dick as he made a line of kisses over shoulder and neck. He kissed you so sweetly and gently, you wished moments like these would never end. 

When he finally pulled out, he tripped and stumbled, almost falling backwards onto the floor. You saw the cord fly to the side, and his headset fell to the ground. His headset was unplugged, and you heard a teammate say, “Thank god, it’s finally over.”

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as you ran to the bathroom to give yourself a shower.

This work was written by Abigail "Billie" Rothenberger. Please do not copy this work on Tumblr or any other platform.

[whatdoidosatoru]

Check Yes Juliet

PART 2 of The Only Exception

This is part 2 of the previous work named First Date (the real ones will find the pattern) so technically that was CH1 :)

All the tags from that are valid for this part as well, Yuna is my OC that's barely described so feel free to imagine her however you'd like

part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.7k ishtags: smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise, fingering, baji is a simp, cum eating (kind of), they are very horny for each other, unprotected sex (they've taken some precautions okay I don't normally condone not wrapping it up)

Songs referenced or listened to while writing this chapter:

Empty With You - The Used

Crushcrushcrush - Paramore

I Don’t Wanna Be In Love - Good Charlotte

Be My Escape - Reliant K

Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings

Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

MDNI!!!!! 18+ only!

“Honey, what I’m hearing is that you had a romantic and passionate night with this man and you didn’t even get his last name?” Mai was shaking her head at me after hearing a rough report of my shenanigans with Keisuke last night. I stared ahead and kept picturing his soft, blissful expression lying on my bed, trapped by my thighs, me sitting on his cock, his hair pooling over my pillows that still held his scent and mine mixed together.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him?  

Mai stood up and walked to the side of the bed, noting my ripped-up panties on the floor, her eyebrow raised,

“And when did this happen?” I put the cup of coffee still steaming on the nightstand, catching a glimpse of the photo I had taken of him post-orgasm. She noticed it as well, picking it up to inspect it.

“He wanted me to keep the fishnets on so he ripped these off before going down on me.” Leaning back on the headboard, I took a moment to assess how sore my limbs felt, my insides still felt raw and aching. I lifted my hand to touch my neck where he scraped my skin with his teeth and left little bruises, that was going to need covering up before work. 

She wasn’t wrong, but at the same time she was.

She smirked at me, waving the photo around, “I didn’t realise you were so down bad for this guy, why would you take a photo of him lying, what I’m assuming is naked, on your bed?”

She brought it closer to my face, “This guy pushed you into the wall, but all you talk about is how he was gentle with you? What am I missing?”

I completely forgave him for that shove in the hallway of the club, he seemed genuinely sorry and like a completely different person than I had assumed he would be. No matter how insanely hot he was, he was also kind. And very giving. I smiled to myself, this morning I had the most satisfying gentle sex I’d ever had. None of my boyfriends had ever been that good. And he hadn’t complained about putting a condom on, which shouldn’t ever be as commendable as it was.

Mai reached to have a look at my bruised neck and collarbone, visibly annoyed, “We need to tone this down before work. Come on, I’ll make breakfast and try to cover up your nasty hickeys.” I could just drag myself after her into the kitchen.

How was she so chirpy and energetic? She stayed up until at least 5:30 in the morning, and the party was on until 5. 

“Mai, did you sleep at all last night?”

“Sleep is for the weak. I’m so beyond tired that a whole new wave of energy has taken over. I may drop halfway through the shift though so you need to step up for me, okay?”

“Of course, I’m taking over the schedule duty as well.”

We worked at a cinema not too far from our apartment and, although Mai normally handled the theatre schedule, I had to make sure she could at least get some easier jobs, considering she helped me get my sexual frustrations out last night and therefore sacrificed her sleep. 

Half an hour later, with my neck covered in four layers of concealer and colour corrector, we made our way to our work, completely unprepared to handle groups of screaming children and their disinterested parents. 

“You smell different, is that some new perfume?” She broke through my thoughts.

“I think it might be his scent, I assume that’s his shampoo because his hair smelled so divine.”

“Damn, Kakashi really is That Guy , isn’t he?”

With a playful shove, she started towards the only store room that had chairs for us to sit on, and I took a pen to try and figure out how to tackle today. 

“It’s Keisuke.”

“Whatever.”

~

Saturday nights were for the girls. After work and a shower, Hana and her girlfriend showed up at our apartment for a weekly pizza night. By the time it was my turn to catch them up on your week, everyone had already had their turn and normally my updates had always consisted of a very short summary of where I was with my research papers, how much I hated my Contemporary English professor, and what songs I was hyper fixating on. This time all I wanted to talk about was Keisuke. I had never got so hung up on real people, so this was a very interesting topic to all of them. 

“So as all of you may know, I brought a guy home last night,” I picked up another slice of pizza, “and now he’s basically all I can think about, it pains me to confess, but I sniffed the pillow he slept on several times today.” 

“Simp!” Asami fake-coughed into her hand, giving me a devilish grin to which I responded with a stuck-out tongue.

“I didn’t even get much of a look at him when he pushed me into a wall last night, but then I completely embarrassed myself in front of him and realised he’s actually so gorgeous and hot I wouldn’t have minded if he was some sort of serial killer as long as he put his hands on me.”

Mai pretended to vomit at that, Hana and Asami just chuckled at my dramatics. 

“Listen, I’m not one to obsess over guys this much, but something about him really drew me in and I was so stupid that I didn’t ask for his last name. Or his number!” I dropped my head into my hands and groaned, “Why didn’t I get his fucking number?”

Hana piped up, “Didn’t you say he worked at Pet Zone? You can always go find him there and ask him.”

“Don’t you think that might come off as a bit creepy,” Asami asked, “I mean if the roles were reversed, I’d definitely think it was some creepy guy who didn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand.”

“Asami, you think every guy is creepy and should be avoided at all costs,” quipped Mai.

Asami just shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Hana reached out to get her glass, “By what you told us happened, he seemed to be really into you and maybe didn’t think you would want to continue seeing him. Just a thought, though.”

I was becoming more and more hopeful, “What if I just interpreted it wrong, though? What if I’m misremembering it because that was how I wanted things to happen?”

“I can always come with you to the shop and get some stuff for Kisu.” Hana and Asami had adopted a beautiful orange cat that was a menace to society, but I loved her so much that I regularly bought her Dreamies.

“You don’t think it would be painfully obvious? I don’t even know when his shifts are, he’s got university as well as work.” I felt myself whine a bit too much now.

Mai decided to finish this conversation by calming me down with a big hug and some reassurance.

“Babe, if Keito’s not there we’ll come again and again until we find him and you ask him out. If it takes us a month, then so be it, but you’re overthinking this. The way he kissed you on his way out didn’t look like he didn’t want to see you again.”

“Thank you, love. And his name is Keisuke.”

“I don’t think it is,” she winked at me. 

“I know what I screamed last night, my darling, and it’s definitely Keisuke.”

“I feel like it’s becoming a bit and I don’t want to stop it, so deal with it.” Mai ruffled my hair and went back to her glass of wine.

After a couple of hours, all of us went to bed, Mai had given Asami and Hana her own room so she shared with me. I lay my head on Keisuke’s…I mean, my pillow that Keisuke slept on and inhaled deeply. The scent was fading, I really needed to find him again.

Mai was deeply snoring while I lay with my eyes half-closed playing with his hair tie on my wrist. 

The next day Asami made her way to visit her parents, slightly regretting not going with us to the city centre. Mai, Hana, and I, as per usual, spent way too much time in the bookstore, gently caressing the spines of our favourite books, laughing at ridiculous covers, and making highly ambitious reading lists that we were never going to follow. The trip was a success as I managed to walk out with only two new books and three complimentary bookmarks.

Now, with a significantly lighter step, we went into a few clothes shops and there I realised I needed to get more underwear. Mentally cursing Keisuke for ripping the most comfortable pair, I picked out two new comfy pairs of panties and one lacy pair that I didn’t even know the occasion for. It just called to me, black lace with a red bow on the back seemed right up my alley. 

With a sigh, we went on to our final stop of the day, Pet Zone. This was it, all my hopes and dreams were riding on the good outcome of this situation. A gentle pat on the shoulder from Hana made me snap out of it, I patted my face to sober myself up and stepped inside.

~

The best thing about any pet shop is the fact that owners come in with their dogs and let them roam around the shop, so when I walked in and got greeted by three dogs at the same time, the only worry that was left on my mind was making sure I gave each of them an equal amount of attention.

Hana and Mai went to the cat aisle to browse while I was left barely five steps into the store, wishing I had three hands to give all of these good dogs love at the same time. 

“Uhm, hey there,” a muffled voice reached me. I looked up to see a slightly winded Keisuke with a hand over his mouth, trying to finish chewing his food.

“Hey, take your time, man” I tried to sound like this interaction hadn’t been on my mind for a whole day. 

“Sorry,” he swallowed, “I saw you on the security camera and ran back in before properly finishing my lunch.”

Was this guy for real? He cut his lunch break short because I walked into the shop? Was I hearing this correctly?

“Oh you really didn’t have to do that,” why did I sound so shy? This man had been inside of me two nights ago and now I was shy ?

“I was worried I’d miss you, what brings you here?” He still sounded a bit winded.

“Hana needs some stuff for her cat and we were out with her shopping so we just stopped by,” I motioned toward where Hana and Mai were playing with cat toys.

“Got anything interesting?” He pointed at my bookstore haul.

“Just some books I’m probably never going to get around to reading, but I needed a dopamine hit after feeling so down,” crap, that sounded a bit too desperate.

“What happened?” 

Sigh , “Well I thought you might not want to see me again…after that night.”

“W-What? I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore and that was why you didn’t ask for my phone number!” He started getting flustered.

“I thought you didn’t ask for my number because you weren’t interested,” I confessed, “are you telling me this all could’ve been avoided had both of us stopped overthinking for a damn minute?”

He started laughing, causing me to join him, oh my days he was so beautiful.

“I was rushing so much I didn’t grab my phone,” he passed me a piece of paper with the shop logo and address, and a pen to write my number down. I finished the note with a little black heart and gave it back to him, his face visibly more relaxed now. 

“And just so you know, you owe me a new pair of underwear,” I said in a lower tone, “don’t think I forgot.”

“I don’t think I can forget anything from that night,” he picked up my hand and played with his hair tie that was still on my wrist. I blushed and started to take it off to give it back to him, but he pushed it back on.

“Keep it. I took something of yours as well,” he lowered his head to my cheek and placed a gentle kiss. I tried to mentally remember if I noticed anything missing yesterday, but to no avail. I looked at him with a question, but he just grinned back at me.

“You’ll see, I guess you’re gonna have to meet me again to get it back, that is, if I feel generous.” 

With that, he walked back to finish his break, and I was left to locate my friends and report on the situation.

“What a weirdo, what did he take? Probably your underwear or something creepy.” Hana scrunched up her nose in distaste.

“I don’t think so, I’d notice if any were missing because I had to get new ones already. Also, I don’t think he had the time to do that, since if he wasn’t inside of me, he was next to me.”

Mai patted me on the shoulder with pride. “See, I told you it would work out, and you got yourself all worked up about him.”

“I mean, he is pretty, in a girlish kind of way,” Hana said, looking back at the store.

“I need him in my bed again.” I felt my insides twirling, longing to be full of him again.

“Damn, I don’t remember you being this horny with any of your exes.” Mai playfully pushed me forward.

“What can I say, six orgasms in a night can do that to a girl.”

“Rookie numbers,” Hana scoffed, making Mai and me laugh a bit too loud.

~

By the time Mai and I got home and unloaded everything we bought, I’d gotten a message from an unknown number that just said “What’s your favourite colour?”

Yuna, 14:12

?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

So I know what colour heart to put next to your name in my contacts c;

Yuna, 14:13

Keisuke?

xxxxxxxxxxx, 14:13

Well I hope you don’t have someone else that would ask you these things haha c:

Yuna, 14:14

oh thank the stars, you never know what weirdos there are out there. gotta be careful.

and i’m good with blue or black

Keisuke, 14:14

Got it ;) 

Yuna🖤💙, 14:15

what do you want me to put you as?

I broke out in laughter and Mai came into my room to check what was going on. I just shook my head and showed her the screen. 

Keisuke, 14:15

His Majesty Keisuke, King of My Vagina and Bringer of Infinite Pleasure 

“Kids…” she walked away with a smirk against her will.

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

i’m leaning towards KeiSUCKe

Keisuke, 14:16

That’s what you’ll be doing later…

Yuna🖤💙, 14:16

later? 

are we doing something i’m not aware of?

Keisuke, 14:17

Can I come over tonight?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:17

any specific plans or just hanging out?

Keisuke, 14:17

Wherever the night takes us c:

Check yes, Yuna, are you with me?

Rain is falling down on the sidewalk

I won’t go until you come outside 

Yuna🖤💙, 14:18

serenading me with We The Kings? a man after my own heart <3

Keisuke, 14:18

Is that a yes?

Yuna🖤💙, 14:19

when can i expect you here?

Keisuke, 14:19

SHE SAID YES!!

Uhhh I mean, I’ll be there around 8, if that’s okay with you? c:

Yuna🖤💙, 14:20

hahaha of course. are you eating anything beforehand? we’re making pancakes..

Keisuke, 14:20

I’m having dinner with my brother after work, but thank you for asking c: 

I won’t complain if you save me one to try.

I sent him the address just in case he couldn’t remember where the building is and practically skipped out of the room. Mai was in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, and waved me over to join her at our dining table. 

Yuna🖤💙, 14:21

See you then :)

“Based on your red cheeks and the smile that’s not coming off I’m going to guess the first text conversation went well?”

“He’s coming over tonight. At 8. I need to shower. I need to clean my room.”

“Oh good heavens, please tell me you’ll be in your room and not venture out into the bathroom again,” she rolled her eyes.

“We’ll try to behave. Maybe we won’t even have sex tonight, we’ll watch a film, talk for a bit…”

“...feed him your vagina and feast on his dick, yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Seriously, Mai, this man is making me feel tingly just thinking about seeing him again, but I may actually want something more with him.”

Mai’s expression switched into concern. I knew she wanted what was best for me and to protect me from my own stupid mistakes, but I doubt anyone could have a chance with Keisuke and not jump on it.

“Just don’t obsess over him to the point where you can’t see the real world anymore. That’s all. I get it, he’s hot, but you deserve a 10/10 personality, and not just a 10/10 appearance.”

I kissed her cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower and get my shit together.

I changed my outfit for the third time when the doorbell rang. Mai got up from the couch to open and I walked out into the hallway just as Keisuke walked in.

“Hey Kento,” Mai greeted as he simply smirked at her.

“Hello Mina.” His eyes found me and, having taken his shoes off, he joined me in my bedroom.

Just as the door was shutting Mai got her last remark in, “No screaming!”

Keisuke chuckled and turned to me, looking me up and down.

“I didn’t think I’d get to see you again, how are you?” 

After breaking the kiss for a breathing break he lay back onto the pillow he slept on the other night and looked at me with amusement on his face. I got closer to him, unsure of what exactly to do.

I sat him down and joined him on the bed,

“I haven’t been able to get this stupid smile off my face ever since I walked out of your shop.” He caressed my cheek and I felt myself leaning into his touch when he pulled me closer to him and kissed me, taking my breath away.

“Did you want to put a film on?” He offered. To be completely honest, I wanted him naked, suck his soul out, and have him break me in half, but I may have been rushing into things. 

He must have noticed the want in my eyes, because he sat up, closing the distance between us, and held my face before whispering,

“Or maybe we could get this pent-up need out of the way first,” he kissed my lips gently, “and then be at peace for about,” breaking his sentence he bit my bottom lip, “let’s say half an hour before,” this time the kiss was deeper, needier, “enjoying each other a little bit more, hm?” 

He rolled me over onto my back and gripped me tight. His hand snaked through my t-shirt to hold my breast, eliciting a desperate moan right into his mouth. His kisses trailed down to my neck, scraping his protruding canines across my skin, with a deft movement he slid my top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to his hungry eyes.

“It was almost physically painful, thinking that I wouldn’t see you again, that I wouldn’t get to do this.” I gasped when he took my nipple into my mouth, his tongue swirling over it as his teeth nipped it playfully. My hand immediately went to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground me. The hand he didn’t use to hold himself up went between my legs, dipping under my underwear an d directly between my lips already needy for his attention.

When I rolled my hips up into his hand to get more friction he lifted his head up, flashing a devilish grin and licking the tips of his canines, making me slippery wet.

“Why did you even bother putting these on? We don’t need to rip another pair, do we?” If I wasn’t already turned on, that would’ve done it. His voice was low with a raspy tone that made me feel feral for him.

“Keisuke please, I need your tongue”, I whined. With a grin he pulled down my panties and tossed them aside, his fingers still stroking lazily along my folds. I felt my breath hitch every time he passed the clit, desperately trying to raise my hips to meet his touch. 

“Patience, gorgeous, we’ll get there. I want to make you a bit needier first.”

Wow, what an asshat.

“Keisuke I’m-ah-I’m begging you, touch me, fuck,” my pleading seemed to work because he immediately dipped his head down and started feasting on my needy pussy. He moaned into my puffy lips, flicking his tongue over and around the clit, making me ascend with pleasure. My hand flew back to his head to grip his hair which dragged out a beautiful moan from his soft lips, now wet with my juices, buried in between my legs. His tongue was desperate, accompanied by his fingers pushing inside of me, curling to rub me just right and make me nearly scream into the dark room.

“Hold me tighter, sweetheart,” he squeezed out in between licks, making my grip tighten and I hoped I didn’t accidentally pull his hair out. Feeling another moan directed into my clit sent me into ecstasy, I could hear my heart thumping and my ears focusing on the sounds of Keisuke lapping up my juices like there was no tomorrow, and with that I came on his skilful tongue,

“K-fuuck Keisuke!” The look on his face was hungry for more, he wiped his face with his own hand and licked the wetness off. 

I reached for my drawer to get a condom, but he stopped my hand, grabbing his phone instead and showing me the screen. It was some kind of document, and when I tried to focus on reading it he explained,

“I got tested on Thursday, got the results yesterday,” he pointed at the bottom of the screen, “Completely clean.”

That made things a bit easier and possibly more exciting. “I’m on the pill and haven’t had sex in over a year. Got tested right after…the last time and I’m also clean.” 

His smile seemed to grow with every word I said so I dropped the condom and went right to taking off his clothes. When he was naked in front of me, his cock glistening with precum in all his glory, I reached to touch his lean body, admiring the pale skin of his stomach, littered with scars. I felt the sudden urge to kiss every single one of them. He gently pushed me back and grabbed one of my hair bobbles from the nightstand, holding it in his teeth to collect all the hair in a ponytail.

That trick is so hot, I needed his teeth all over me . 

He positioned himself in front of my entrance and started teasing his tip over my needy hole and puffy lips.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to feel you on my cock,” he looked down to where we were connected, “to feel your pussy squeeze me and make me weak.”

“What’s the holdup then, Keisuke-fuck- fuck ..ah fuck me already!” He didn’t need another push, he slammed into me, making me cry out, and lowered himself down on top of me to kiss me deeply before pulling almost all the way out and pushing in again. 

I was losing myself in him, his slow pants and moans directly into my ear were making it damn difficult to slow down the wave of pleasure that was swallowing me. My nails were leaving marks on his back, only encouraging him to go faster and harder. When I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I bit his lip and came with the most desperate moan. 

Keisuke lifted me up and switched positions, sitting up against the headboard and me sitting on his cock. Then I began bouncing myself on him and rolling my hips, his hands firmly on my hips helping me keep pace. I threw my head back and let out a groan while he attacked my collarbone with his teeth. 

Still keeping a steady pace, he licked up to my ear,

“You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking it whole. Such a good girl so full of me. You’re all mine , all mine , just mine to- fuck -to please.” I quickly brought my head back to look at his face. The hunger in his eyes, his forehead sweating and loose strands of hair sticking to him. He looked feral, just like he had said I made him feel, with his distinguished canines. I took it all in.

“All yours?” I managed to squeeze out, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

“All mine. I’m not letting you go fuuck I need you. I need to hear you cum for me again. Say you’re mine.”

Through pants I whined, “I’m yours! I’m- fuck- I’m all yours! Take me how you want me Keisuke! Ah fuck I’m cumming all yours!”  

That made him trap my lips in his, swallowing my cry and fucking me through another orgasm. Slowing down slightly to give me some rest he swapped us back to the previous position, this time not leaning over me, but looking down at my naked form, still fucking into me.

“You look so good like this, a hot mess all because of me. Tell me you’re mine.”

I started slurring my words, “‘m all yours, Keisuke. I’m yours. Fuck keep going please…”

My pleasure began to build again, this time threatening to take me fast, almost crossing into overstimulation. My walls began tightening around his cock and his hip movements started getting irregular - he was getting close to finishing.

“Where do you want me to cum, sweetheart?” I couldn’t form my words properly anymore, I was so drunk on his cock hitting my cervix with each slam into me.

“ Ah inside please please Keisuke come inside me fuck,” that was the last straw for him, with a final grunt and thrust, he spilt inside of me. Just as I felt his warm sperm coat my insides, I came again, this time unable to take any more friction. He slowly pulled out and lowered himself to take a closer look at my leaking pussy. He smiled at me,

“You look so good with my cum spilling out of you.” With that, he licked my entrance, making me twitch with sensitivity, and hovered over me, kissing me with his sperm still on his tongue, making me taste the  mix of both, his cum and mine.

I couldn’t find the strength to reach for wet wipes to clean myself up, but he was already on it as soon as I pointed in their general direction. He cleaned me up, gently trying not to overstimulate me again, and tossed the wipes in the bin. I closed my eyes, completely exhausted, when I felt him climb into bed next to me and gently pull me closer to him. He kissed my sweaty forehead and I could hear him softly whisper, “You’re mine .”

If you've come this far then you may as well rb or like :) Constructive criticism is welcome as I hadn't written anything in YEARS before this so I am rusty af and don't have a beta reader :)

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 5 - The Cafeteria

I have flashed my creative licence in this chapter and borrowed some dialogue from The Duffers Brothers, because let's face it we all fell in love with Eddie in the cafeteria and the woods scene, but I have slightly re-jigged the context. We also have a flashback. Here be smut and feelings.

Chapter warnings: (MDI) 18+ only, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, p in v sex, dirty talk, swearing, consensual use of the word slut again, mentions of drugs, spit as lube, slight pain during sex? I am terrible at warnings

"It's a promise "

Eddie's words were ringing in your ears as you selected your outfit for the day. Not that you were picking an outfit to catch Eddie's attention, just like you hadn't intentionally put on a lacy baby pink underwear set. It just so happened to compliment your outfit, an off the shoulder baby pink sweater, paired with a simple black skater skirt and your converse, cute and practical that’s all.

"Sprout, hurry up and get your butt in the car or you're going to be late!" Your Dad calls up as you finish applying your lipstick, it was a little beat up from Eddie's antics but still usable. 

Taking the stairs two at a time, you grab your purse, jumping into the idling car on the drive.

"Little overdressed for school aren't you kiddo?" Your dad asks after a couple of minutes

"Uh - they're taking some random pictures of the seniors for the year book today." You reply absentmindedly, flicking down the vanity mirror rooting through your bag for your compact blush.

"Sprout, I may be old but I'm not dumb, are you dating?" 

You pause in your search, you hated lying to your dad, but if you were being technical about it you weren't dating. Having casual sex with the local outcast, sure, but definitely not dating. 

"No Dad," you laugh uncomfortably, "I'm not dating, there's no one I want to date, well apart from Steve." You add, checking over your appearance in the mirror one last time as he pulls into the school parking lot. 

"Ok kiddo, I believe you." His tone said otherwise. "Am I picking you up after school?" He asks as you climb out. 

You go to respond but the air is suddenly filled with the sound of heavy metal and the screech of tires, Eddie, you stare as he spins the van recklessly into a parking spot earning the glare of some jocks nearby.

'I do whatever I want to, to ya

I'll nail your ass to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya

I fuck like a beast!'

"Sprout, you ever bring a boy like that home, I'll send you to live with your mother permanently." Your dad says watching Eddie in clear disapproval.

"Uh huh." You mutter weakly, holding onto the car door tightly as Eddie kills the engine.

"So am I picking you up?" He asks again.

"No- uh, I'm going to watch Rob's practice." You reply distractedly.

Eddie spots you from the other side of the car park, a shit eating grin spreading across his face sending a shock of arousal through your body. "Bye Dad." You say quickly, shutting the door and heading off in the opposite direction.

"Hey dingus!" Robin hails you from Steve's car which has just pulled up behind you, Dustin and Mike squeezing out from the back; Hellfire Club t-shirts emblazoning their chests like Eddie's little minions. How they all managed to guilt trip Steve into giving them a lift everyday you'd never know. 

He raises his hand in greeting, a smile on his handsome face, you wave back your heart doing its usual sputter.

‘It’s going to be a long day.’ You think to yourself.

The cafeteria was a hive of activity and noise, Robin talking at the speed of a freight train as you grabbed your food trays, barely allowing you time to add in sympathetic noises. 

“I mean, am I really that invisible?” She asks you desperately.

“Of course you’re not Rob, maybe she was just focusing on the class.” You offer supportively, heading to your usual lunch table.

“Focusing on the back of Dan’s head more like.” She grumbles, taking a vicious bite out of her slice of pizza.

“Didn’t you say she laughed at your David Bowie joke last week?” You ask, remembering how excited she had been.

“She was just being polite.” Robin mutters miserably you can tell it’s going to be an all-lunchtime funk, so you busy yourself with picking the orange segments out of your fruit cocktail.

“ …sodomy, suicide and even murder!” You glance up quickly hearing Eddie’s voice ring out from a couple of benches over, the usual gang laughing at his antics as he climbs up onto the table, talking loudly so it carries across the cafeteria. 

“-but - as long as you’re into band, or science, or paaarties -” He sneers surveying the various cliques, before rounding on the jocks, “-or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” He yells, making the whole cafeteria fall silent. 

You see Jason Carver stand up, looking pissed. “You want something freak?!”

Eddie sticks his tongue out, making devil horns with his fingers, and you can’t hold back the laugh that escapes you, it draws his attention and he winks quickly; shaking your head with a smile as he jumps back down carrying on with his rant the words drowned out by the return of the usual noise.

“Since when did you find Eddie Munson so funny?” Robin asks you suddenly, you realise with a jolt that she’s been watching the entire exchange, you shrug nonchalantly.

“I don’t, it’s just, he's got a point.” You mutter, shoving some fruit into your mouth.

“Mm, fair,” she agrees with a nod “,but not about band though.” she adds quickly, which launches her into another frenetic monologue about band practice tonight and whether she can get Vicki to laugh properly this time.

You zone out completely, eyes on Eddie, who is staring intensely at you as he chews on a pretzel, you raise an eyebrow at him in a silent challenge, watching a grin creep across his face. Biting your lip coyly, you pick up a piece of syrupy fruit with your fingers, tongue laving at the sticky juice running down your hand; it’s a dangerous move so close to Robin, but it’s worth it to see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, you smirk in satisfaction popping the grape into your mouth.

“I’m gonna get rid of this.” You say to Robin, picking up your tray. 

“Yeah, I should get going, I've got “Mrs. Clickity Clackity next period, why didn’t I drop history when Tammy left?” She asks with a groan, handing you her own tray, swinging her bag over her shoulder.

“Because you’re a glutton for punishment. I’ll see you at 5.” You call as she walks away.

The tray station is just behind Eddie, you can feel his eyes tracking you as you move across the floor, swinging your hips a little, making sure to pick a low shelf knowing that it would give him a flash of your panties as you bent over. Feeling accomplished with all your teasing, you turn to leave only to walk straight into his chest.

“Oh! I’m sorry sweetheart, please excuse me, I didn’t see you there!” He chimes innocently, placing a hand on your hip to steady you.

“Whatever, Munson.” You say coldly, playing up to your supposed indifference towards him, you feel him quickly slip something into the waistband of your skirt with a pointed look, and then the exchange is over. You push past him, adding  “Just watch where you’re going next time, jerkoff.” for good measure, as he bows out of your way.

You wait until you’re back at your locker to read the tiny scrap of paper.

‘16:15, the picnic bench. E.’

The sky was overcast by the end of 8th period, a slight chill in the air making you regret wearing a skirt as you picked your way through the overgrown path to the picnic bench. Funnily enough it was at the bench where you and Eddie had your first proper encounter nearly 3 years ago, you were a clueless frightened sophomore looking for some weed to ease your panic attacks, making covert enquiries the same name had come up each time; Eddie Munson. 

You had approached him tentatively in the corridor unsure how to go about it, tapping him gingerly on the shoulder as he shoved pristine looking textbooks into his locker, he jumped, turning quickly like he was about to punch you.

“Jeeeesus, where the hell did you sneak up from sweetheart?” He gasped, unclenching his fists.

“I-i’m sorry!” You squeaked, taking a step backwards.

“Hey, you’re fine, it was my fault.” He said soothingly.

This was a bad idea, you probably didn’t have enough money, or he’d just laugh at you, or worst of all you’d get caught by your dad.

“You ok?” He asked, reaching a hand out, but dropping it as you flinched slightly “You need something?” He pressed, emphasis on the word ‘something’.

You nodded sheepishly, eyes darting at the passing people in the hall.

“You know where the old picnic bench is in the woods behind the gymnasium?” He asked quietly.

You shook your head, biting your lip, cheeks burning. He sighed pulling a sheet of paper from his locker sketching a crude map for you to follow. “Meet me here after last period, we’ll get you sorted out.” 

Eddie was sitting at the bench when you arrived, a battered tin box open on the table.

“Take a seat.” He offered, you perched lightly, legs jiggling with nervous energy. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay? No one ever comes out here. We’re safe, I promise” He said with a reassuring smile.

“Okay.” You replied quietly, watching with interest as he pulled out various baggies.

“So I'll do you a half ounce for, uh… 20. What do you say? It’s plenty of bang for your buck, should last a while.”

“A half?” You asked, feeling stupid, thinking you’d just be buying some pre-rolled joints.

“Wow, you really are green around the gills huh sweetheart?” He said with a small laugh, but it wasn’t unkind. “Look you can tell me to mind my own business, but, what do you need this stuff for anyways? I mean it’s not meth but a sweet little thing like you, you sure you wanna do drugs? He asked seriously.

“I - i, uh get these panic attacks, thought it might help.” You mumbled pulling on your sleeves nervously.

He nodded in understanding, expression softening.

“Ok well, seeing as it’s your first time and you’ve opted to score from me, an excellent choice by the way,” He said with a grin. “I'll do you a deal; twenty-five percent discount for the half, that’s fifteen bucks.”

“Yes, thank you.” You muttered with a small smile back. “If I give you $25, would you teach me how to make them - please?”

You had spent the next hour with Eddie, watching intently as he rolled joint after joint, telling you about the different kinds of weed, the best papers. Giving you a standing ovation when successfully made your own, even if it was overly fat and wonky, staying with you as you took your first hit with trembling fingers, rubbing your back when you choked on the unfamiliar smoke. You had left the clearing that day promising him to go slow on the supply, and to come back to him when you needed a restock, he would only take $15.

Unlike your first meeting, Eddie wasn’t already there waiting for you. You sit on the tabletop, legs swinging idly, leaning back on your elbows to stare up at the birds flitting to and fro.

You hear the snap of a branch and suddenly Eddie’s face is hovering above your own,standing between your legs, making you squeak in fright.

“Eddie, you fucking psycho!” You shout, trying to punch him but he grabs both your arms hauling you up against him.

“Ah, ah, play nicely sweetheart.” He coos, nipping at your left ear lobe.

“That was a real dick move, you know that?” You grumble still trying to tug your arms out of his grasp.

“You should pay more attention to your surroundings princess, there could be anyone out here. “ He smirks devilishly, so you simply glower at him.

“Aw, now don’t look at me like that baby, especially after that stunt you pulled in the cafeteria.” He warns, mouth descending on your neck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You breathe out shakily, trying to stop yourself from pressing forward to chase him, as he pulls away with a disbelieving look on his face.

“Really? That little show and tell you did with the fruit cocktail and the tray, you’re lucky I didn't fuck you there and then.”

You gasp sharply, hips bucking unconsciously at the thought. 

“Such a little slut.” He laughs in awe, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, finally releasing your arms, you immediately tangle your hands in his hair, while he moves to grope at your ass.

“Jesus, I've been thinking about this all day.” He groans, dragging you closer to the edge of the table to grind his pelvis against yours, hissing as you leave a trail of bites along the straining column of his throat. He picks you up suddenly, your legs automatically wrapping around his middle.

“Ed’s I swear to God if you drop me.” You say threateningly, clinging tightly to his shoulders, but he simply sits on one side of the bench, back to the table with you straddling his lap.

“Oh shut up you little brat.” He taunts, pulling on your hair slightly in order to slam your mouth back to his, free hand kneading the flesh of your ass under your skirt; rings sure to leave bruises.

You can’t help but rock your hips, tongues clashing, hands pinching, nails scratching. He breaks apart from you to pull your sweater over your head, eyes sparkling in delight at your lace covered breasts. 

“This is a very pretty bra, baby.” He murmurs, placing a few open mouthed kisses to the pushed up mounds, “I think it matches your panties?” He asks with a smile, you nod wordlessly, feeling his hand go back under your skirt, exploring fingers trailing over the delicate fabric. “Did you put this on for me princess?”

“Yes.” You whine quietly, as he slips the fabric to one side, the chill air making your pussy clench.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, swiping a thick finger through your wetness before slipping into you with ease, making you shift up against him, head buried in his neck. He’s almost cradling you as he works his finger into your soaked cunt, placing kisses anywhere he can reach, murmuring encouragement until you shiver in his arms.

“You cold?” He mumbles, forehead pressed to yours, you nod gently which turns into a whine of protest as his finger slips from your tight heat. Shifting about awkwardly, he slides his jacket off, before helping you into it using the collar to bring you back to his warm lips. “Gotta look after my girl.” 

Your heart skips a beat, my girl, keening softly against his mouth, you unbuckle his belt finding he’s gone commando today, his cock hard in your fist as you pump him slowly but firmly, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He lets out breathy little moans at your touch, before pulling your hand away, hurriedly extracting a condom from his jeans pocket, you play with your clit as he rolls the condom on; both of you staring at the other pupils blown wide.

“C’mere sweetheart.” He pleads softly, holding his cock up so you can sink down, you let out a pained hiss, the stretch at this angle stings, your pussy not used to the intrusion so soon after the last time. 

“Ed’s, i-it’s, ah!” You whimper, nails digging into his back, tears springing in your eyes.

“Slow down baby, it’s ok, I've got you, you’re safe.” He lifts you back up slightly, spitting into his palm spreading some over his cock, the rest he rubs into your cunt, thumb circling your clit as he lets you lower yourself back down at your own pace.

“Oh!” You hiccup, there’s still a stretch but his ministrations on your clit cause pleasurable little sparks that shoot up your spine.

“That’s it sweetheart, nice and slow.” He encourages, his free hand stroking up and down your back, you move with a bit more purpose pulling him in for a needy kiss, as you take his cock fully.

“Oh good girl, shit.” He pants, feeling you seated completely, his spread legs trembling underneath you as he tries to hold back from thrusting straight away. 

“‘M’ok now.” You say quietly, starting to ease yourself up and down, the spit and your own arousal from Eddie’s movements on your swollen clit helping you to glide.

“You sure baby?” He asks.

“Yes, Eddie, please move.” You whisper, and his restraint snaps, hips moving up to meet yours, using his strength to lift you by the ass bringing you back down on heavy thrusts, your arms braced behind you on his thighs. It’s intense, your lips staying connected by a thin trail of saliva, foreheads pressed together, swallowing each other's moans.

“Sweetheart, i’m - fuck - i’m not gonna last.” He chokes out, squeezing his eyes shut tight, teeth clenched in concentration. 

“It’s ok Ed’s.” You say, sucking on his neck with a dreamy sigh. “You can cum.”

"FUCK!" He slams his fist into the wood of the bench, and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen, his hips pulsing upwards drawing out his orgasm. You move to get off of him but he holds you steady, cock still seated inside you, circling your clit with intent.

"Come on baby, I wanna get you there too." He growls, biting your bottom lip, your body wound too tightly, hanging off the proverbial cliff, hands braced on his chest. "Give into it princess, my sweet little thing." Your eyes snap to his in recognition, harking back to your first meeting, and it takes you by surprise, tipping you over the edge, back arching into his touch as you cum.

You allow yourself to be held, Eddie’s arms smoothing over your thighs and lower back, you press your head into his collarbone and feel his heart racing. 

“That was something else.” He sighs, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.

You smile breathlessly, checking your watch. “Shit, I gotta go, Robin’s got practice and I said I’d watch.” You say regretfully.

He nods in understanding, holding your gaze, fingers still tracing over your thighs, before you can stop yourself you kiss him, it’s slow, delicate and filled with a significance you weren’t ready to discuss. You catch yourself, feeling like you’ve just stepped over some invisible line, you practically jump off of him, stripping his jacket off in haste and throwing it to him.

“I’ll call you later.” You shout, jogging out of the clearing, pulling your jumper back on as you go, leaving Eddie half dressed and utterly bemused.

Taglist: @avalon-wolf @eddiemunsonsgf2

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Under Orders - Part 4

Masterlist

Part 1 🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5

Pairing: Dom!August x reader || Dom!Marshall x reader

Summary: August decides to tease you when your new neighbor comes over to watch the game...

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, BDSM, D/s dynamic (technically D/s/D), praise kink, (semi-)suspension bondage, p-in-v sex (unprotected, creampie), anal sex (toys, fingering, p-in-a) (f receiving) (unprotected, anal creampie), double penetration (toys), use of pet names/titles (Daddy, Sir, princess, kitten, sweetheart, love, darling and bunny), established polyamorous relationship, very light spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, phone (video) sex, slight humiliation/degradation, slight objectification, bratty behavior, punishment/funishment, also check-ins and aftercare...

A/N: My dear, dear Charlie! I have been thinking about what you said way back in March, and even though my brain was already playing around with an idea for a part 4, I ended up nixing that idea and... well... Going with yours, really, while also making precisely 0 promises because I couldn't really see it yet. Then, I proceeded to struggle with this for 3 months while also teasing you - which I feel is a fair reaction to your bullying 😝 By now, of course, you know me a little, so I'm guessing you already knew this was coming despite my very deliberately not actually telling you. (I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disappoint in case I really couldn't wrap my brain around that combo.)

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Burly, handsome, and retired from the army. It’s a good thing a man like that hadn’t moved in next to some picture perfect, suburban, American dream couple, because that’s how folks like that end up divorced. Instead, he had moved in next door to you and August. Not that you don’t consider what you have ‘perfect’, and God knows there are plenty of pictures, but it’s a far cry from the bland housewife scenario that usually comes with the type of neighborhood you live in. That said, it’s probably for the best you don’t live anywhere that shares any walls with the next house – you can’t imagine the noise complaints you’d get.

The first weeks are quiet; you check him out form a safe distance, you smile and wave, and you don’t go much beyond friendly introductions. His name is Sy – an abbreviation of his last name; he doesn’t use his first name for whatever reason. He was Special Forces, now working personal security somewhere downtown. It doesn’t get much deeper than that. You purposely keep your conversations short, not least of all because you’re scared that you’ll end up flirting with him a little too much if you don’t.

While you’re putting in all this effort to keep your mind out of the gutter, August grins like some kind of lunatic every time he catches you looking a little too long, or glancing over your shoulder a second time when you walk past him, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Until one day, when you pull into the driveway at the same time Sycomes back from his run, and you spend your time shamelessly undressing him with your eyes while August talks to him. It's not a lot of work, he’s just wearing shorts, so you have the added bonus of not having to guess what his chest looks like. He’s big – at least as big as Marshall – and there’s an impressive collection of scars on him that you probably shouldn’t be staring at. Somewhere over the course of that conversation, you hear August suggest that Sy should come over to have a drink and watch the game – an offer he gladly accepts.

“What are you doing?” There’s absolutely no point in pretending; August knows you may just have a tiny little huge crush on this guy, and he’s going to torment you over it.

“Inviting our neighbor over,” August says, raising an eyebrow. It’s a challenge, which is strange, because he hardly ever gives you those. It’s Marshall who doesn’t mind a bit of lip from you every now and then, but August absolutely despises it. It’s one of the reasons that Augusts suggestion to share you with Marshall was a good one – and something that may have actually saved your relationship. “Go get dressed.”

You scoff when he says it. So he wants you all dolled up so he can toy with you all night before he ships you off to Marshall’s place needy and worked up? You’re not surprised: that’s exactly what you’d expect from him. But to do so in front of the new neighbor you barely even know…

“You’re going to punish me over a little…” you can’t bring yourself to say the word ‘crush’ – it sounds juvenile and wrong, even though your being in a relationship with two guys is hardly conventional and feels so right it makes you scared you’ll burst. Is it really so weird that you’re possibly considering three now?

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t notice August as he closes the distance between the two of you. When he grabs your neck, you shriek.

“Upstairs, now.” He’s already had enough of your attitude – and you’re not even giving him any, really. He drags you up the stairs and into the bedroom. The clothes that are laid out on the bed are a surprise; a light dress that shows you off in all the right ways, heels that are just a little over the top for casual drinks at your own house. The underwear is to Marshall’s taste, not his own – but that’s just preparation for later, and definitely something you already saw coming. The dress and shoes mean something else, though: August isn’t trying to torment you, he’s going to be parading you around. And not just for his own pleasure, either, you suspect.

“Do you get it now?” he asks.

“You want to show me off,” you whisper.

“Oh, yes. And not just that,” August says as he pulls you closer until your back is against his chest. His hand moves from the nape of your neck to cover your throat. When he speaks again, his lips brush against your ear, and you moan softly at the sensation. “I’m trying to get my pretty little whore what she wants. Am I still the bad guy?”

“No,” you say softly. Of course that’s met with a tightening grip on your throat. And he’s right: you’re forgetting something. “No, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he growls in your ear as he lets go of you again, fingers still lingering. “It might take some time, though. ‘Do you want to get in on fucking my girlfriend’ isn’t exactly an opening line. Besides; I haven’t decided I can trust this guy yet. Can you be patient, princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You can certainly try…

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs softly. “Hands on the wall.”

You do as he tells you, knowing all too well that not listening might land you a sore enough ass that Marshall will actively complain about not being able to touch it tonight. August kicks lightly at your feet, prompting you to spread them.

“I do intend to play with you a little, though.” You savor every drop of the sadistic chuckle behind his voice as he speaks.

There’s a reason August likes to see you in loose skirts like the one you’re wearing, and you’re very sure ‘easy access’ is eighty percent of it. He drags your panties to the side and two fingers slip into your pussy with embarrassing ease.

“God, kitten, you’re so wet already,” he groans. “You’re such a perfect little slut for Daddy.” All you can do is moan while August pulls his fingers out and moves them to your clit. The tight circles he draws around the swollen little pearl make you writhe your hips, leaning into his touch as he keeps rhythm and pressure steady at an intensity that’s just shy of enough to make you come.

“What does my needy baby want?” You silently curse him out for already taking you past being able to use your words. If you want to come, you’re going to have to speak, and he’s making it almost impossible.

“Please make me come, Daddy!” you whine. August is ruthless. He knows exactly how to touch you or what to do to turn you into a screaming, squirming mess in his arms. It’s impossible to hold back your orgasm, and he knows it.

“Do you want to come?” That’s a fucking redundant question. It takes everything you’ve got to choke back the attitude and just tell him ‘yes, Daddy’. “Alright then.” One more flick of his fingers has you crying out his name, and you struggle to stay upright, but he’s there to hold you, thank god. You’re not given a lot of time to come down from your high, because the next thing you know, your hips are dragged back a little as August pulls your underwear down as far as they’ll go.

“Stay put.” You wouldn’t dare to move, honestly. Besides, why would you want to? The nightstand opens and closes, and as soon as August is back behind you, you hear the very familiar sound of the bottle of lube being opened. You’re fairly sure you’d recognize that sound in your sleep by now.

“Are you okay, standing up?” Shit. You thought he was just planning on popping a plug in your ass to torture you a little through drinks with Sy, but he actually wants to go for a round right now? Bastard.

“I’m fine,” you say as you roll your eyes. Not that he can see them, but it’s the thought that counts. Besides: It doesn’t matter what you say you want, August knows better. He’s well aware of the fact that you can’t resist the prospect of anal sex anymore. You’ve been having way too much fun with that!

You hum contently when he works one, then two, then three fingers into your ass.

“Is it just me or did this take way more work in the beginning?” August asks. His voice is surprisingly casual, which makes you laugh. Marshall actually brought up the same thing a few weeks back. They’re not wrong, either. You know what to expect and how to relax now, and it really has become easier.

“I didn’t have a well-rehearsed asshole in the beginning,” you counter. A fierce smack on your behind startles you. The impact leaves your cheek stinging – a sensation you not only happen to love, but happen to crave from time to time.

“Stick that attitude somewhere it won’t bother me, princess,” August says.

“Can’t,” you reply, “got three fingers shoved up there already.”

“Four,” he says casually, but you can tell he’s annoyed. “And that’s all the backtalk I’m going to allow. One more toe out of line, and you won’t be allowed touch that pretty pussy for a week. And by the time I’m taking you to Sir, you’re going to want to, trust me.” That sounds promising. You’re increasingly curious about what he’s got planned for you.

“Sorry, Daddy,” you say softly. He answers with nothing but a soft chuckle before pulling his fingers out of you and replacing them with something you personally consider to be much more fun.

“Oh, God! Yes please!” There’s no way to say that softly. For a moment, you wonder if there’s a better feeling in the world than August sliding his cock into your ass – only to decide shortly after that the only thing that’s better is when he does it again, and again, and again. Since your first adventure taking both August and Marshall at the same time, neither of them seem to be as scared to hurt you anymore, and they’ve only been becoming rougher and rougher with you. It’s fucking amazing, to be honest.

August doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s trying to last. The point of all this, judging from his actions after he pulls his dick out of your ass again, was to leave Marshall a surprise later tonight. It sometimes surprises you how okay your guys are with it when they hand you over with one – or several – loads of cum still inside you. You’ve heard the term ‘free lube’ on several occasions, and while that’s true and a valid point, it also definitely isn’t. It’s preferable to them being thoroughly grossed out about it, though. This wouldn’t work if they were. You’re barely aware of August sliding your favorite plug in place – it’s no wonder; you’re still struggling to stand up on your own and you may or may not be a little cockdrunk.

“Do I have to wear it all night?” you whine. August laughs – a sadistic, cruel sound that drives you mad so quickly you’re afraid you’re actually dripping all over the floor – and drags you up by your hair, only to spin you around and pin you against the wall. He kisses you hard, forcing his tongue against your lips until you yield and let him in. He breaks the kiss as he works a hand between your bodies.

“No, princess. Don’t pretend you hate it, I know you love it when we plug your cute little ass.” His breath is hot on your ear and the tone in his voice makes you shiver with anticipation. He slips his hand between your legs, but where you expect to feel his fingers slide into your pussy, it’s something else. The jerk. “This is going to be far more annoying.”

“D-Daddy? Am I at least allowed to come, please?” The soft buzzing of the remote control vibrator is already driving you nuts. This is going to be hell.

“Yes, but you’ll have to do it quietly.” Quietly? Oh fuck! Sy is coming over. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. A quick round of anal will do that to a person, apparently.

“You’re a sadistic asshole,” you mutter under your breath.

“Do you want to say that to my face, princess?” August asks you as he raises an eyebrow at you. You know that eyebrow – that’s not a good eyebrow.

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“That’s what I thought. Get dressed.” And with those words, he disappears.

For a minute, you consider taking the vibrator out, but there’s no way he wouldn’t notice. Also, it’s not as fun. You like being toyed with. You like it when they get you all worked up and dripping wet, and then deny you your pleasure for a little while longer just so they can watch you go completely crazy. You love knowing that there’s always a chance they will decide you haven’t been good enough, and you can’t have what you want. You feel safe knowing that they may be in control, even go as far as taking away your ability to move, see or speak, but they’ll never abuse the power that you give them. You love them.

You finish getting dressed and you’re just admiring yourself in the mirror – August has a sense of style when he isn’t going to work in drab grey suits – when your phone rings. Marshall. Your heart jumps when you see his name on the screen, and you answer immediately.

“Hey! Excited for tonight? Got anything planned?” you ask. It was a pretty last-minute decision to have you spend the weekend at his place, so you figured there must be something going on.

“Not really.” It’s not new that he sounds tired – Marshall always sounds tired, and probably has since kindergarten – but his voice is unusually flat, which has you worried. August hasn’t said anything about any trouble, so it’s either something he doesn’t know about, or something he decided not to tell you.

“Baby, are you ok-aah!” You silently curse August for turning up the heat on the vibrations. Fuck, it feels good, but if this is any indication of what he’ll put you through when Sy gets here, you’re in for a rough ride.

“Darling? Is something wrong?” Marshall sounds concerned, which isn’t surprising, because you just screeched in his ear for no apparent reason, but it’s still not quite necessary. You tell him as much, but he doesn’t believe you. “Can I see you?”

Oh, sure thing, he can see you! It’s moments like these when the attitude you can’t give August bubbles up. The thought of making Marshall look forward to tonight maybe a little bit more excites you more than you could ever describe. You turn your camera on after letting yourself fall on the bed, waving your feet in the air behind you, hoping he’ll be able to see your shoes. Both of your men like you in heels – and not just because they make your ass look good.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marshall asks. You’re fairly sure he can tell you’re turned on.

“I’m perfectly fi-oh. Dammit, August.” That tells him everything he needs to know, and he starts laughing.

“Do I need to remind you that you got him that toy for his birthday?” No, he doesn’t need to remind you of that, actually, you were perfectly well on your way cussing yourself out for that one. Big mistake. Delicious, perverted, perfect, huge mistake.

“This wasn’t about me; what’s up?” You ask, stifling the moans that August is causing by playing around with the settings of the vibrator.

“Fuck, if you keep moaning like that, you know what will be up.” He groans. His voice is so warm and deep – and you have such a thing for that kind of voice – that any moan, groan, grunt or growl coming from this man is automatically a wildly erotic noise. That’s something you don’t want to be thinking about right now – you’re having a tough enough time as it is. “Tough case, wrapped it up yesterday. That’s why I asked you to come over. I need some quality time with my girl.” You whine, both because of August’s never-ending shenanigans, and because that’s the sweetest thing you’ve heard in a while.

“And how are we going to spend that quality time?” you ask coyly. It’s not that there’s a wrong or a right answer to this question, it’s just that you want something to look forward to tonight. A happy place to go to when August tries to get you to make lewd as fuck sounds in front of the neighbor you’ve barely even talked to. “I was planning on takeout and a movie,” Marshall says, “but it seems August plans on handing you over to me all hot and bothered. It would be a shame to waste that.”

“Any suggestions?” You tilt your phone a bit to bring your cleavage into view. Since you’re laying on your stomach, resting on your elbows, your chest looks amazing – it would just be wrong to deny him the visual. You choke back a chuckle when you see Marshall lick his lips.

“I somehow finally got around to installing a hard point in the bedroom that we can play around with?” You’d been talking about it for a few weeks, and with every conversation, the thought of having all those extra options became more alluring. There may or may not have been some talk of suspension, even, and you would be the first to admit that the idea alone turns you on big time.

“Movie night or bondage,” you say, laughing softly, “that’s a seriously tough choice, though.”

“I say bondage first, movies after, is that an alright compromise?” Alright compromise? Puh-lease! That sounds like the perfect night! Marshall can’t help but laugh when you tell him that. “Good, love. I can’t wait to see you.”

“You don’t have to wait,” you say coyly as you angle your phone to give him an even better look at your cleavage.

“Oh, shit, not saying no to that.” Of course he wouldn’t. He’s probably already worked up from knowing you’re being played with right now.

“Want to watch me come for you?” It’s a redundant question. You know it, Marshall knows it, but he still pretends to think about his answer for a moment. You stick out your tongue, which makes him laugh – as always.

“Careful, you little brat, or I’ll leave you tied to the ceiling all night. No movies for you.” It’s an empty threat, you can tell from the sound of his voice and the terrible wink he throws your way. Without thinking much, you move to sit in front of the mirror on the closet door, leaning back against the bed. You change the camera and show Marshall where you’re sitting.

“Tell me everything you’re going to do to me tonight.”

You make sure to give Marshall a nice show while he talks about several exciting ways to tie you up in excruciating detail. To say that a part of you wishes you were with him already is a massive understatement – all of you wants to be wrapped in his arms and in his ropes right now. After some time, you notice something strange; the vibrations of the toy are suspiciously helpful in your race towards what you know is going to be a fantastic orgasm. It’s the ‘come for me, baby’ from Marshall that pulls you over the edge, breaking you apart into a million pieces until you’re a trembling mess on the floor.

“That was lovely, princess.” August. Of course he was watching you. That makes a whole lot of sense. Did he overhear as he walked by the room? Was he looking for you? The dirty grin on Marshall’s face tells you everything you need to know.

“Thanks for letting me know what she was up to,” August says to Marshall as he sits by your side and kisses your cheek. “Would have hated to miss out on that.”

“Why do you two always have to be in cahoots?” You roll your eyes. “In the beginning you were so hell-bent on annoying each other, what happened?”

“We learned to share,” Marshall says. “I’m going to get some things set up for tonight, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

Marshall hangs up the phone without waiting for your answer, and August doesn’t even wait for you to put it down before he presses his lips to your neck.

“You looked so pretty, sweetheart,” he groans against your skin in between soft kisses and licks. His arm moves in that unmistakable way, and you can hear the tension in his voice.

“Did you enjoy the show, Daddy?” you tease. You know him so well by now, that a few strategically placed kisses on his neck have him on edge. He was probably already close when he was watching you, which honestly turns you on more than you can say.

“I really did, princess,” August replies. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Show me your pretty little pussy.”

You do as he tells you – what else is new – and you enjoy the way he kisses you hard as he gets between your legs. He pushes your dress up further and uses one hand to push your panties to the side, slapping your wrist when you try to help him. You can tell he’s close from the ragged breaths and the low growl that tumble through his chest. At the same time, attitude and mischief bubble up inside you, and you’re speaking before thinking once again.

“Come for me, Daddy,” you taunt right as August topples over the edge of release, coating your pussy with cum. He doesn’t say anything, but the look on his face either means you’ll regret saying that, or you won’t. Which would be a terrible thing to have to figure out, if it wasn’t so goddamn exciting.

August pulls your panties back in place, the mostly mesh material already soaked from your earlier endeavors, and runs his fingers over the thin material for good measure.

You’re a mess. You’re exactly where he wanted you; horny, close to the point of overstimulation, with your pussy covered in cum. It’s almost becoming a seal of approval for August – the first time you met Marshall, you weren’t even wearing panties and August’s cum was dripping down your legs. There was no time to clean that up then, exactly as he'd planned, and there is no time for that now, either, because the doorbell rings.

August watches Sy like a hawk the whole time he’s over, but he’s nothing short of a perfect gentleman with you – and you’re really trying your best, bending over to put down drinks, flirtatious smiles, playing with your hair. You know you’re laying it on thick, but you just can’t seem to help yourself. He’s so handsome and you’re painfully attracted to him! Of course, the fact that you went into this dripping wet and drenched in cum doesn’t help you behave at all. August has to keep himself from laughing on occasion, he thinks the way you’re throwing yourself at your neighbor is very funny. He’s going easier on the vibrator than you had expected. It’s off most of the time, but the idea that it might turn on at any moment is both exciting and nerve-wracking. Every time August takes out his phone, you clench your thighs in anticipation. August has trouble keeping his face in check whenever he sees it, but Sy seems to be none the wiser.

You listen to the guys talking about the game, sports, work, and whatever other neighborly pleasantry can be expected of a regular evening like this – nothing about the crazy threesome you had with both of your boyfriends on the exact couch Sy and August are sitting on right now, for instance. God, why did you have to think about that? Every bit of your brain is becoming increasingly preoccupied with the mess between your legs, your walls clamp down on the toy inside of you, and you’re having trouble controlling your breathing.

“You know what, this was fun, but I’ll leave you guys to your game and just drive to Marshall myself.” Point to August. He’ll never let you live that down…

“That bad, huh?” Marshall says when he opens the door for you.

“Horrible!” you shriek as you drop your coat and stomp into the kitchen.

“Excuse me? Come back here and pick that up, please?” Dammit! Over the past few weeks, Marshall has really been taking a page out of August’s playbook, and you don’t like it at all. You know their motives are different. August gets off on controlling you, Marshall likes to give you the opportunity to be a brat so he can tie you up and spank you. No matter the reason, it’s annoying as fuck right now. Ironically, you don’t feel like lashing out at him today, so you listen. Marshall can’t help but grab your hips and grind into you when you bend down to pick your coat off the floor – and who can blame him? He just loves your ass. August does too. In fact, you’re fairly sure you’ve seen Sy sneak the occasional peek at your behind when he was over – although that was the full extent of his expressing any interest. You put your coat where it belongs and turn around.

“I was promised bondage and movies, what are we still doing here?” You can’t wait until Marshall undresses you and finds the mess August left for him.

“Impatient,” Marshall laughs, “I like it.” Looks like you’re not getting harsh and demanding Marshall tonight, despite the stressful case he’s been through. One hand reaches around and spanks your ass forcefully, but his eyes are smiling. You know exactly what he’s going to do next: grab your butt cheek and pull you in – and lo and behold.

“Let’s get upstairs!”

Marshall throws you around like you’re a rag doll. That’s okay, he has all these big muscles, he better put them to good use, right? You’re over his shoulder in no time, and he carries you up the stairs like you don’t weigh a thing, and your favorite part is yet to come. When your back hits the mattress, you squeal. Marshall always lets you struggle just enough to let you work some of that attitude out, but you know perfectly well that you’re absolutely powerless. He presses a series of kisses to your neck as he pulls up your dress, pausing briefly to rip it over your head and toss it aside.

“Do I thank you or August?” he asks as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie August picked out.

“August,” you reply. Marshall smiles approvingly. Now that you’re not being toyed with constantly, and the overstimulation that August subjected you to has faded a little, you feel a little more of that need to misbehave…

“It’s almost too pretty to take it off, love.” He holds out a hand to you, which you happily take. You gasp when he suddenly pulls you off the bed, and pushes you down to your knees again in the middle of the bedroom. “Now, we can do one of two things. Option one: we turn this into a practice session. Option two: we play. I’m testing that hard point either way, you’ll get tied up either way. The question is: how badly do you want my cock inside of you?”

His words take your breath away. It feels a little silly, but you love it when they give you options. It doesn’t have to be a hard choice, but it’s nice when they let you know you have a say in things occasionally. This time, the choice is ridiculously easy: play.

“Have you made your choice, darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you say, much more confident now than you know you’ll be in half an hour or so.

“Perfect,” Marshall chuckles as he opens one of the drawers underneath his bed and grabs the things he needs. He gets to work immediately, which tells you he’s more than happy with the choice you made. While he gets a few more things ready to – finally – tie you to his ceiling, he tells you to strip. You want to listen, really, you do, so for the first half of the exercise, you’re a good girl, and you take off the longline bra you were wearing without complaining. Now… Your panties…

“What seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” Those are the words that come out of his mouth. The sigh that follows, however, tells you something more along the lines of: ‘What did he do now?’ His hands roughly grasp the flimsy elastic of your underwear and pull them down your legs. As soon as they’re gone, Marshall grabs your knees and pushes them apart.

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath when he sees you. Then his eyes settle on you: “Knees. Now.” You scramble to get on your knees, eager to obey his order and admittedly also a bit scared of the sudden change in his behavior. He works as quickly as he can without making concessions to safety. From the sound of his breath, you can tell that he’s using every last sliver of restraint he has to still make good on his promise to tie you up – and to adhere to the plan he had clearly made in advance, because this goes way too smooth to be improvisation.

Before you know it, your shoulder is on the floor, your hands are tied behind your back, and one of your legs is tied as far towards your shoulder as you can handle. The other leg is frog tied and up in the air. Marshall admires his handiwork for a moment – and you’re fairly sure he’s taking pictures of it to send to August, as well – before getting on his knees next to you.

“He ruined you,” he says appreciatively as he gently lets his hand glide over your ass. When his fingers brush past the base of the plug, you shiver.

“Can you take the toys out, please, Sir?” you ask in a small voice. It’s been a few hours since August put them in, and they’re starting to bother you. You sigh in relief when Marshall first pulls the bullet vibe out of you, and then gently removes the butt plug.

“Another one?” He says as he watches August’s cum drip out of your ass. “Daddy really made a mess of you, huh, darling?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer quietly. Marshall pushes two fingers into your pussy and rolls his thumb over your clit, making you moan and squirm against your restraints.

“Did he fuck this cute, wet pussy?”

“No, Sir, just my ass,” you answer. The sound of Marshall undoing his belt and zipper makes you tremble in anticipation.

“Then how do you explain this messy little cunt, love?” A third finger slips in without any issues, but when he adds the fourth you start to feel a little bit of a stretch. Apparently, you don’t answer him quickly enough for his tastes. “Baby? I want an answer, come on.”

“Daddy came all over my pussy after we hung up the phone,” you mumble. Judging from the way Marshall laughs, he’s not surprised at all. The tip of his cock slides through your soaking wet folds, making you moan and bite your lip.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” Marshall says, halting his movements as soon as he realizes it’s either ‘moan uncontrollably as a way of begging him to shove his dick into you’ or ‘listen to what he has to say’, which means he will have to make a small sacrifice for now. “I need you to let me know when you’re uncomfortable.” He explains his concern for your shoulders and neck, and promises to take things easy. You whine when he says the words. The last thing you want is for him to be gentle with you today, not after all August’s teasing, and part of you desperately wants to beg him to rail you until you can’t see straight – but you don’t.

As soon as he pushes into you, you’re glad you didn’t. The way he moans tells you exactly how much he needs this. Needs you, but everything surrounding you as well. To be handed a dripping mess by August, to fight you a little, tie you up… and finally to treat you the way he believes you deserve to be treated: with respect, love and – from time to time - tenderness. He’s not going to last, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not like this breaks a half year long dry spell or anything. In fact, it doesn’t even break a three hour dry spell. You can feel the tension and frustration from the past weeks as he finally lets it all out in his final, brutal thrusts as he fucks his load deep into your pussy. When he pulls out, an image flashes in your mind. The image of Sy waiting in line to take his turn on your already ravaged holes…

The fantasy occupies every corner of your mind so thoroughly that you barely register the changing tension on the ropes around your limbs and torso as Marshall unties you. It isn’t until he’s completely done that you finally become aware of your surroundings again. For a moment, you expect him to lift you off the floor and carry you to the bed or the bathroom, as he has done countless times before, but he doesn’t. Instead, he joins you on the floor, curling up behind you as he pulls you into his arms.

“Perfect little bunny,” he muses as he nuzzles your neck and squeezes you tight before starting to gently massage the rope marks on your skin. Eventually, he does pick you up, and drags you into the shower with him. You haven’t needed your ‘private bathroom minute’ for a while now. Would adding Sy to the mix change something about that familiarity? You can’t deny your crush, but is it really worth risking all of this for… him?

“You’re not risking anything, love,” Marshall says. Either your thoughts are immediately obvious when looking at you, or you’ve said something out loud. Either way, you’re embarrassed enough about the fact that you are even thinking about another man while you’re letting Marshall take care of you. Now you’re going to have an actual conversation about it. “August told me weeks ago. We’ve talked this through, and… we’re happy to let you sort out your feelings if he’s on board with that, too.”

“And if he’s not?” you ask, but you already know the answer: You don’t want him if he’s not.

[burninface]

🍾Weekly Tag Wednesday Friday🎉

FINALLY, after overtime work for three days straight, I can leave work on time and have time to finish all the interesting tag games 😇 it's a 3 in 1 post so:

first thaaaanks for tagging me ling @lingy910y , Al🧊 @spookygingerr, dean @transsexual-dandelions , deanna @deedala , sarah @atthedugouts 💖

name: face

age: it’s year of loong🐉 and 🐉 is my animal sign

location: bed

what is your dj name? well… hddnd, pronounce upside-down puppy

if you were a genre of music, what would it be? Fusion, a little bit of this, a little bit of that

what would you title your biography? Random Dream Generator

what are the first three things you'd do if you were invisible? It sounds boring and nerdy😴: 1)test out the how invisible I am, will all my metabolic substances also be invisible. 2)test what will happen if I intake some drink or food, or use skincare. 3)find out how would I look like in mirror/camera/photos

what subject do you wish was taught in every school? adulting classes and death education, maybe sex education and mental health too.

when was the last time you tried something for the first time and what was it? I tried osmanthus cheese ice cream today (I just picked out the box from my trash bin to check the English title lol), it tastes… meh😌

what is the most underrated city you have ever visited? I don't know? I never check much negative comments about a city before I go there...?

what day in your life would you like to relive? If I can relive it as my recent self, then maybe the day I birthed. if I can only relive it as my past self, then none of them.

if you could eliminate one thing from your daily routine, what would it be and why? Picking up my hair all around my home😩

how long would you last in a zombie apocalypse? Depends, if it’s bite-you-and-you-die kind of zombie, about a week I guess (with all my skill learnt from zombie games lol). If it’s bite-you-and-you-become-zombie kind, at first day I’ll be bitten (out of curious) and I’ll try my best to write down how it felt like to become a zombie.

what would be the most surprising scientific discovery imaginable? I’m actually living in my dream and my dreams are my real lives neuron regeneration/ braindance (physical sensations, emotions, and thoughts recording technic in cyberpunk2077, but ethically it may won’t be achieved)

if you could have any view out your office window, what would you choose? As far as it’s natural scenery, I’m ok with it

🎊pinterest tag game🎊

thank you Al, deanna, nosho @creepkinginc , julia @blue-disco-lights , tee @mickeym4ndy for tagging me💕

rules: search up fashion, pantone, mood, and food on pinterest and then save the first picture that comes up.

that outfit looks like smth I'll be interested in enough to try out in the shop but then never choose to buy. and that pantone pic is just…… so me. and I got the same mood pic with tee! the last one, not a fan of green onion😬

🍦positivity tag game🍟

thank you Al🧊, ling and keely @thepupperino for tagging me do this💝

rules: list 3 things you’re excited about for today.

1 after overtime work for three days straight, I finally can leave work on time! 2 I finally left work on time! 3 I LEFT WORK ON TIME!

Ok, just kidding 😗

1 after overtime work for three days straight, I finally can leave work on time! 2 ELDEN RING Shadow of the Erdtree released today! 3 Adam Lambert has a new song cvnty released on today too!

No tagging anyone since I'm late but just go ahead if you want to do any of these games!

[vertumnanaturalis]

A lot of people seemed to like my last one, so woe! More fic ideas be upon all ye again; compilation of au ideas I posted in LQ and haven't been edited to be easier to read edition!

(below the cut, because theres like 12 of them and its a big messy mess)

Nem?Tang fic where they wake up in some ancient convergent domain plant device with only hazy memories of how they got there but nothing solid enough to work off of, and also why is their hair so long, and where are their clothes, and where is the goddamn colony? Because oopsie daisy! it seems that somebody put them in the ancient alien magitech healing goo and forgot to take them out when they were done, and now two hundred years have passed and everybody else they know and love are long dead, and also apparently some giant ass fleet of earth guys tried to land while they were having a snooze but! oh! whoopsie! yet again! somebody sent them the wrong information about how to safely get through the wormhole and the majority of the fleet did not make it to the surface in one piece!!! and the some of the survivors may or may not have folk stories about people that may or may not be Nem and Tang’s loved ones doing either great or terrible things during those two hundred years they were sleeping through!!

mermaid au where Besk was a mermaid trapped in a research facility and Instance broke her out during her ecoterrorist days but Besk couldn’t go back to the ocean because (hand waves) so she stayed with Instance as a slightly-more-free test subject who could technically come and go as she pleases, and she did, and eventually came back from one of her outings with two whole goddamn babies, and despite their both their hopes both babies seem to be pretty much normal human babies except for the occasional weird non-human thing, like eating whole raw eggs or Tangent having an overnight sex change shortly after saying she’s a girl, and feeling like she’s the only mermaid left in the world eventually leads Besk to doing the same thing she always does, and now Instance is stuck with two ambiguously half-human grieving kindergartners, and now it’s the world’s words hybrid of Wolf Children and The Thirteenth Year (with a mild dose of human experimentation sprinkled on top)

modern day/modern-ish all humans on earth au fic where Sym is a pre-school teacher(or aid??) who just moved to a new town with his beloved edgelord of a boyfriend who never wants to talk about his past or childhood and Sym only knows bits and pieces that he’s mentioned over the past few years (but that’s fine he’s just got his secrets nothing new there), and at his new job with his new class there’s a young single parent of twins that also moved into town only a little bit after he did, and apparently they don’t have anybody in their life besides their kids, they don’t have any family and the kids dad isn’t in the picture, so he does the nice friendly thing and offers to lend a hand if they need help with anything, and one afternoon as he’s supposed to be leaving work after making sure that the kids are all picked up, he spots said single parent and said beloved edgelord talking/arguing about something, because apparently they used to know each other but haven’t seen each other in a long while, and his boyfriend doesn’t wanna hear what “actually super important and kinda immediately relevant” thing that his old friend wants to talk about, and before Sym can really stop them the two kids go running to greet their parent, and look we all know where this plot is heading fellas

(not sure if this one should follow Tang or Dys primarily but Imma go with Tang side for this) fic where there’s more people than canon but they’re still on Vertumna with little research on it & Sol has dream memories (maybe use part of the old idea about the Helio arriving as part of a mini fleet instead of a lone ship?), and Tang’s intelligence is lauded like in canon and she’s put into the best position to learn smarty smarts stuff, while Dys’ rebelliousness gets him no favors with the Man and gets himself marked as a troubled kid and moved away from his sister, with Tang being told that she can seek him out once she’s an adult if she still wants to but for now not to waste her time or energy on worrying about him and focus on her studies. She keeps hearing him being mentioned in passing as being part of some big secret alien-centric program to so she knows that he hasn’t gone awol, but she still doesn’t see him for the next 3 to 5 years even tho she still gets to see most of the other kids (bar Sol, who was also yoinked by the secret alien program). Fast forward to her being an adult enough adult who seems appropriately level headed for doing amoral sciences, so she’s invited to see the big important secret alien project, and “_so Tangent, you know how some of the xenofauna can pass information and feeling between individuals of different species through physical contact, and that there’s some functional technology leftover from the alien civilization that lived here beforehand? And that your brother spent a lot of time exploring ruins? And how sometimes science needs sacrifices? For the greater good and all that? :)?” and Tang gets to see her brother as one of the star subjects of the project’s attempt to recreate a messy version of the array (while not even understanding what it actually is)

like 3 different variants (Geranium, Flulu, and Hal+Tonin+Sol’s she group on a field trip” of “like 3 weeks after landing somebody falls into a mini wormhole and comes out 25 years into the future, except none of them went missing in the second timeline, and now they’re in the future having to deal with the way life actually turned out, and they don’t even know all of the stuff that their other selves do/did, because they may or may not be alive still in this other timeline”. (Actually what got me into working on all those future kid things because I wanted to know who’d be doing what when and with who)

au where Besk blacks out shortly before her suicide attempt and wakes up in a cave on Vertumna, having 0 idea where she is or how she got there, and stumbles around thinking she’s dead until one of the surveyors finds her, and upon getting back to the colony she finds out that she’s supposed to have been dead for the last 11 or so years, with her two five year olds now being sixteen (the same age as her when she left Earth & also how long she spent on the Strato), and she has to learn how to adapt to everything and being alive when she shouldn’t be while there are so many others who died and aren’t magically alive again, and also has to do all this while more or less locked under constant observation, because BOY nobody is going to casually leave her alone for like, so many reasons

fic that opens with Kom waking up in the medbay after the age 14 glow attack and Nem and their younger brothers and all his friends are so unbelievably glad he’s awake and ok, but he keeps learning about the not canon possible things that happened either during the attack or while he was healing (like his mom dying while helping the kids evacuate the creche or chief Rhett and Sol’s parents having died defending geoponics), and he’s just stuck with this unending feeling that he’s supposed to be dead right now, but he’s not, and I’m not sure where to go with the story past that

au where Kom wakes up five years before the Strato reaches the wormhole with the knowledge that he’s going to die ten years from now, and it more or less follows a dreamer Kom story except that he knows that his story only has one conclusion, and rather than trying to prevent his own death he spends that time trying to save and protect as many people in his life as he can (maybe prequel to above scenario?)

obligatory single “nice” modern au fic except that nice has to be in quotation marks because technically it’d be about Dys breaking into Sym’s house after committing a major felony and definitely in a big hurty thinking that it was abandoned, but like surprise! it’s not! and even tho Dys fully expects Sym to call the cops on him and wake up in jail he instead wakes up in Sym’s guest room and immediately assumes that he either died already, accidentally tripped into the fae realm, or Sym is some kinda polite hannibal ass serial killer, and it’d be just a whole bunch of Sym being genuinely kind and nice to Dys while Dys is just “y tho like literally what is wrong with you”, and it takes like 2 years and several more major felonies for them to get together. also this might’ve spawned off of the earlier pre school teacher one but it’s not 100% attached to it so that’s why it has it’s own bulletpoint

2.5 flavors of a Hunger Games AU, which are "special games where its announced that this year each district has to send two siblings/other close family members, and the twins get reaped in their district", "one of the younger boys gets reaped but Kom volunteers in their place", and "Tang watching as Dys gets reaped the first year he's applicable for it and she can't do anything about it, and then having to watch as Kom (in his last year of being applicable) volunteers in her brother's place and all of his siblings are now freaking out" which only came to me as I was sharing the first two.

also have this flawless related image

au where Sym sees videos of wild animals in urban areas being relocated to a better habitat on the data thing Sol gives him and he comes up with a fresh new idea; cut to his two favorite humans (age 13/14) waking up on a strange beach some few thousand kilometers away from the colony several weeks later with 0 idea how they got there (ark opening tune starts to play)

also whatever this is

anyways, that's definately not all of the random au ideas I've had and don't include some of the more developed ones I've actually made effort to work on/flesh out, but these were on hand and I wanted to share them too

[9800sblog]

horoscope tarot reading

energies of each zodiac sign this week (july 24 - 30)

you should read about your:

• ascendant/rising sign - for the events happening in your life and your patterns of behavior this week.

• moon sign - for your personal perspectives and introspection.

• sun sign - for how you might react to all of it.

ARIES

I think you'll be super annoyed with people this week, your love life may suffer a little and you should take some time to think and consider. don't listen to other's judgements, you know what's best for you, deep down, if only you can trust yourself, you'll see it clearly. you seem quite lazy too, unmotivated.

key words: neck pain, curve, bad posture, bad party, desperate for attention.

TAURUS

confidence and stability, you know your own knowledge, you're not asking for help (you probably should, to those you trust the most). motivation due to stability, your routine seems a bit more exciting.

key words: flowy, head, triangle, slump, yoga/pilates, water, bright, sun.

GEMINI

super bored and slightly judgemental, you're doing what you gotta do, which you technically enjoy, but this week is just specially tiring and unexciting. I think love, romance and sex would help you, even if it's just thinking about it.

key words: evasive, boredom, heart, wild animals, invasive, much food, house structure, wood, hygiene products.

CANCER

lots of annoying inevitable little things, it's like you're always on edge of falling/breaking down. living in fantasy world will actually help you, you're good at switching reality to what you like, changing your perspective or focus, and that's exactly what you need! you're doing great, keep going! ♡ someone with untraditional ways will help you despite all odds.

key words: chills, cheating, the moon, haircut, exercise, enjoying the sun, seeds, woods, allergy, stress, overwhelmed.

LEO

days of recovery, last week was heavy and probably lonely for you, you're a bit of a perfectionist so you'll stay a bit frustrated due to expecting things to move faster than what's natural, but there is sure and clear progress ahead. you already know all these messages, but there is your usual help, your best friend in spirit is right here for you, very closely this week, you'll feel way more comfortable. dealing more effectively with the people that hurt you, those superficial fuckers.

key words: deep conversations, beach, brown hair, thoughtful, nostalgia, cursive, school, pink, lamp, weird behavior, comfortable.

VIRGO

there is no competition because you already won, organizing a bunch of stuff you procrastinated and/or didn't pay attention to. you're thinking effectively how to change what didn't work out for you, how to be better for the future. you're very focused, determined, experienced and confident. there's a lot of empathy here too.

key words: effective, psychic abilities, patterns of behavior, anxiety, determination and focus, fixing mistakes.

LIBRA

not being deceived by what's on the surface, seeing the whole picture, there's a whole new wave coming in for you in whatever area your libra sign falls in. you're very focused on your relationships and making the be out of them, allowing only spiritually satisfying ones to influence you. a very cool and skilled person with yang focus will be around, your guide, your guardian angel, someone you know from a past life.

key words: familiarity, comfortable, 2, guiding star, punk hair, full cups, precise view.

SCORPIO

wow you really have the power to make your reality better, like 500x better and easier. everything that you wish for is coming for you, because you know what fits with you and you quickly let go of the rest. this week is about purging, things are looking really bright for you in the long term, keep doing just that!

key words: dirty jokes, enjoying the little things, love of your life, 😆, consistency.

SAGITTARIUS

you're experienced on your stuff, you're being called to not cling on to what doesn't sit right with you, just move on to the next thing, no worries. you don't have to force anything, but it's good if you make things happen.

key words: gold mining, traditional, details, moisturizer, small is good.

CAPRICORN

teamwork makes the dream work, moving on from the heavy, inevitable destruction of last weeks with someone(s) who see eye to eye with you, this week is healing for you.

key words: after the war, bench, tiptoe, lifeguard, vacation.

AQUARIUS

something that's usually difficult for you is pretty easy right now, probably because you have something to fall back on now, a network of family and friends giving you the help you needed. there's definitely a hurry and anxiety, still, that will make things a little difficult since they're not effective ways of dealing, romance and intimacy will help you feel calm.

key words: bed rest, headache, food on a stick, closest friend, insecurity.

PISCES

looking very closely into everything that surrounds you, how does everything work and how can you make it better? that's the way of dealing, stay away from magnetism and close to your passions, your confidence will help it all work out easily.

key words: yin, heart, pink, pointy, night, water, deep.

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

173. Red

Midge | Lenny

Lenny is never far from her mind.

Every aspect of their relationship was intense. The gazes between them, the laughter they shared, the phenomenal sex, the love...

But he can’t work in New York right now. Not while his lawyers work on the appeal.

So they broke up. Or, well...he left.

Men proposition Midge all the time. For dates and for...’fun’. Her career is on the rise, she’s more visible than ever, and that makes her even more enticing than before.

She always says no. Because even though Lenny is in California and their relationship is technically over, she doesn’t think it will ever really be over.

She calls him tonight. It’s a whim, and maybe an ill-advised one, but beyond their romantic relationship, he’s still always been her friend. With everything going on, she needs to make sure he’s okay.

“I haven’t scored,” he promises her out of the blue, and she feels herself relax. “I worked too hard to get clean, and as much as I fucking want to sometimes...I won’t.”

"Good,” she exhales shakily. She’s pulled the phone over to the window, and she sits on the fire escape, smoking a cigarette. It’s a beautiful night. Early autumn in New York, and the cold hasn’t started to set in yet. “How’s the appeal going?”

She pictures him shrugging. “I haven’t fired my lawyers yet.”

“Good. Because if you had, I’d have to come out there and smack you upside the head.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he bats back, and she laughs as she taps the ash from her cigarette.

“Hey, Lenny?” She asks quietly.

“Yeah?” he breathes, his voice equally soft.

“I know we broke up, but...” She takes a deep breath and then exhales a sigh. “I really fucking miss you.”

He sighs on the other end of the line as well. “I really fucking miss you, too,” he admits after a long moment.

“Are you...” Midge swallows thickly at the idea of asking this question.

It’s a beat too long, and Lenny asks, “Am I what?”

She worries her lower lip between her teeth as she musters up the courage. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“No,” he answers immediately. “I’m, uh...just doing the dad thing. Writing.”

“I read your last one,” she tells him. “It was great, Lenny.”

“Did the guy at the news stand have a conniption when you asked for Playboy?” Lenny teases.

“I may have blackmailed Joel into buying it for me.”

He barks a laugh at that. “And how did you do that?”

“Well...after you left...he may have come on to me,” she admits.

She knows exactly what Lenny’s expression is right now. He hates Joel. He’s hated Joel since before he ever met him. She knows his gaze is dark, his jaw set, and she imagines he’s rubbing his hand over his mouth. “Did you - ?”

“No,” she answers. “No, I - there hasn’t been anyone else,” she explains. “You see, I’m still pretty enamored with this guy who lives all the way across the country. And...I’m holding out hope that he’ll come back someday.”

“Midge...”

“I know,” she murmurs. “But...your lawyers are working on the appeal, and one day you’ll be able to work here again - ”

“There’s no guarantee - ”

“And I don’t want anyone else,” she finishes. “I just...don’t.”

On the other end, he takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales. “So what do you propose we do about this?” He asks.

“I mean...long-distance sucks, but...I’d rather do that with you than try to make something work with anyone else.”

He pauses briefly. “And if the appeal goes on for years?”

“Planes exist,” she replies. “And I think they go from New York to Los Angeles.”

“But do they go in the other direction?” He jokes.

“Theoretically. So...maybe we can visit each other every now and then. You can write in New York even if you can’t perform. I know Papa would be thrilled to see you again. I could come out, maybe play some clubs there? Finally meet your family...?”

Lenny pauses again, and she’s terrified he’s going to turn her down. Instead, he says, “Okay.”

She feels her heart skip a beat. “Okay?"

“Better than okay,” he amends. “I...I do want you to meet Kitty. I think she’ll like you more than she likes me.”

Midge laughs quietly. “Considering how much Esther loves you, it’s only fair.”

They stay on the phone a while longer, making plans for her to visit, and when she finishes her cigarette, she says goodnight.

“Night, Midge,” Lenny replies. “I...I love you.”

She grins even wider and replies, “I love you, too.”

[spamlets-blog]

sooo long story but

tw grooming

(story below the cut)

i’ll preface this with saying that i was 12-13 at the time of it happening

so basically i was in a discord server, and the adults were WAYYY too comfortable sharing sexual content with minors. and they were really overprotective of it too—when then callout post eventually dropped they got really, genuinely upset that they weren’t able to talk about sexual content in the same channels that had kids.

anyways, i was a regular in the server and fairly close with the server owner. he was 23? 24? potentially 26? i think at the time, and just. yeah, he and his group were simply way too comfortable sharing sexual content explicitly to minors, to the point that any outsider would definitely be able to look in and be like: “hey! what the fuck! why are you sharing that with a 13 year old?”

over time they encouraged me to share many personal details about myself!! which is very bad!!!

on one hand i technically got some very comprehensive sex ed, but on the other hand i got WAY too comfortable sharing sexual information with adults (thus the grooming part, as well as my emotional attachment to the adults in the server that came with it).

and thats the story of how i got groomed on discord

some may argue that it technically may not have been grooming (though i think if you had seen it directly you would think that it was) and may say something like, “maybe they were just some well intentioned adults!” but either way they were wildly irresponsible and also actively giving a dangerous impression to me and the other minors on the server that it was appropriate and okay to share information about our sexual activities to adults on the internet. it took a while to realize that their behavior was completely inappropriate (and potentially illegal), especially to a 12-13 year old.

i thought i was SO COOL for being in an “adult server” talking about “adult topics” and that’s how they got me! that’s how i ended up in that trap! so if anyone ever says “you’re so mature for your age” online you should block them and run the hell away

personally it wasn’t really… traumatic in any sense, it just kind of made me go “i need to be more careful on the internet and maybe not trust adults as much as i used to”. i dont really need any sort of hugs or consolation over it because i kind of don’t really care haha, i hope all the adults in that server get fucked (metaphorically) but besides that i dont really have any lasting bad memories (besides. i mean. the obvious)

anyways, more on the callout post:

it dropped in like. the middle of the day, without any warning. everyone started freaking out, including me, and we all got very paranoid and very defensive. the owner was like “how dare they target a person with a small platform using their much larger one!!” and things like that? and also as i said earlier, all of the adults in the “inner circle” of the server (aka friends with the owner) got incredibly angry about being exposed for talking to kids in a wildly inappropriate manner.

afterwards, they separated the channels into nsfw (adult only) and not nsfw (open for anyone), but they were genuinely so mopey about it. they were genuinely distressed about it. i literally think about this all the time like even ignoring some of the other things there is no reason for any sane adult to be sad that they don’t get to talk about their sexcapades to kids anymore, like what the hell thats insane actually

im fairly sure i was the main focus, since i was the youngest of the minors on the server at the time

one of the things i do think was wildly irresponsible about the callout post though was definitely the fact that one of the victims (i was one of like. 3? 4? maybe 5) had her face as a profile picture, and the burner didnt even bother to censor it. i remember her freaking out in my dms because of it, and to this day i do still think it’s crazy that they did a callout post on someone putting children in danger, and then did something that. well. put a child in danger.

they also shared screenshots that contained a lot of my and other victims personal information in their callout doc, once again something that was endangering and unnecessary.

i think calling out dangerous people in the community was extremely necessary, however they should have put more effort into protecting the victims as well, and if we asked them to take some things down they should have listened (i specifically very much remember the girl asking them to hide her face in the screenshots after the post went out and they said she was “defending the groomer” for asking such a thing (despite being a victim of him herself??)

that was certainly a situation!! and i dont really think back on it much beyond “huh, that happened”

[schooltrashers]

The Real Reason "The Suicide Squad" FLOPPED!

Sites like WhatCUCKture (Whatculture) and Looper may lie to you about reasons why James Gunn's The Suicide Squad flopped, but they fail to mention Snyder fans and they underestimate the popularity of Zack Snyder's version of the Snyderverse. Not counting the Hamadaverse (starting with Birds Of Prey) or the Gunnverse (starting with Shazam 2). Look at the picture below to see what I mean...

WB/DC underestimates the intelligence of the fans. Black Adam would have been a success, but once James Gunn fired Henry Cavill, the fans turned their back on DCEU movies from that point. Of course the wokeism that existed in Birds Of Prey helped damaged the DC brand, but it did increase Sonic The Hedgehog's chances of becoming the number one movie during that same time, so it worked out well for Paramount, not so well for Warner Brothers.

Technically "The Suicide Squad" is the first DCU movie and it flopped. Not that Gunn will admit to that, he's the king of making excuses.

David Ayers take on "Suicide Squad" was a box office success, and this was during Snyder's era of DC movies. I think if we had the Ayer Cut, it would be very well received, unlike the theatrical cut that undermined David Ayer with all those reshoots. WB wanted all the movies to be like Marvel, hence the reshoots and studio interference of several movies. WB has a bad habit of making their movies worse with reshoots.

Fast forward to James Gunn's "The Suicide Squad", it bombed at the box office, it was largely ignored by Snyder fans and they were coming off the heels of a few box office flops such as Birds Of Prey and Wonder Woman 84.

Shazam was sort-of a success, but it didn't make as much money as the previous DCEU movies, this is due to Snyder fans being aware of what was going on behind the scenes such as Joss Whedon being horrible to the cast of Josstice League, the reshoots had horrible scenes such as The Flash landing on top of Wonder Woman, as well having terrible CGI as evidenced with Henry Cavill's mustache being removed. Hence why the movie is referred to as "JOSStice League" instead of Justice League.

Hence why Josstice League didn't make a billion dollars. WB fumbled by not giving us Zack Snyder's Justice League. Of course the run time should have been shorter(4 hours? Really Zack Snyder?), I mean I like that it's longer, but 3 hours would have been better. However Zack Snyder's Justice League treated all it's characters with respect, especially Cyborg and Wonder Woman. Joss Whedon is completely racist and sexist towards Ray Fisher and Gal Gadot.

Anyways the fact that Black Adam made more money than all the other movies during the Hamadaverse and Gunnverse era of DC movies is proof that when you give the fans what they want, they will come back.

So if The Suicide Squad was well received, why did it flop? Simple, Snyder fans didn't care about it nor did they show up for it. They ignored it completely. DC has a divided fanbase. One side that supports Zack Snyder. The other side supporting James Gunn. The two sides can't co-exist with each other. Plus James Gunn has made some creepy tweets in the past and no one likes a pedophile except Leftists/Liberals/Commies/DemoKKKrats.

Who the right mind would consider these tweets "funny" or a "joke"? It takes a deranged sick-minded twisted individual who has no sympathy for victims, to find these tweets even remotely "humorous". It's like making rape jokes or racist jokes, it's not funny.

That last pic shows James Gunn pictured with a convicted sex offender Huston Huddleston. So of course the majority of Snyder fans reject James Gunn. Without the support of Snyder fans, DCU movies are doomed to fail. Hence why The Suicide Squad failed.

Let's take a look at the last evidence as to why The Suicide Squad flopped. If James Gunn was so popular with fans, why did three movies he endorsed flopped at the box office? Shazam 2 was the least flawed and it bombed at the box office, it even contains an end credits scene where James Gunn's wife shows up to recruit Shazam. The Flash bombed, despite James Gunn claiming it is the best superhero movie. How can anyone trust him? Blue Beetle bombed despite the fact it had no connection to the DCEU and was gonna be the first DCU movie. All three movies were endorsed by James Gunn and all three movies flopped. Where were the fans for these movies? Clearly his fans from the Guardians Of The Galaxy movies did not migrate to see DC movies endorsed by him.

Sure you could make the same argument about Zack Snyder fans not migrating to Netflix to see Rebel Moon, but the thing is Rebel Moon is not a DC property, it's on Netflix, a streaming service that is known for wokeism and price gouging. Which is why I (a Zack Snyder fan) boycotted Netflix due to the fact that Netflix is woke and I'm sure I'm not the only Zack Snyder fan who boycotted Netflix due to wokeism. And the same can be said about boycotting the price gouging.

Would I see Rebel Moon? Of course, but I'm not gonna pay for a Netflix subscription to do it. But the main reason why I brought up Rebel Moon and Netflix, is because James Gunn fans love pointing that out rather than admitting to themselves that James Gunn does NOT have the Midas touch. No director (good or bad) has a Midas touch, that's the reality of the business.

So in conclusion, The Suicide Squad flopped because it does not have the support of Snyder fans.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #220

When was the last time you were bitten by an animal? What kind of animal was it? My cat, but not aggressively.

When was the last time you had sex/did something sexual? How was it? Slightly over a week ago, fine. I was having anxiety issues and I was totally fine afterwards so that was nice lmao

When was the last time you did something illegal? What did you do? Pirated music semi-recently.

What was the last colour you dyed your hair? It's a pastel lilac right now!

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera. You mean like... the five I see first/the five most recent? I downloaded two nature-related wallpapers a few days ago, then there's two pictures of me with my new hair, then one from the Pride event.

Who was the last person you know to have something big happen to them (i.e., get engaged/married, have a baby, etc.)? My acquaintance Ian got engaged.

Is there anybody over the age of 40 that you think is hot? heh

Have you ever been punched in the face? No.

Do you have to watch yourself in the mirror while you brush your teeth? No, I pace.

Do you think your last ex deserves to die? No, I may not like her, but I don't think she deserves death.

How’s the love life going? Great.

Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? She has a child, no.

Have you ever been cheated on, or had a guy move on extremely fast after a long, seemingly sincere relationship? Yes to the latter.

Have you ever had someone drag his or her nails down your back? well a survey ain't asked that before, but yes

If you’ve been hurt in a past relationship, are you more jaded this time around? Of course.

[TW: ABUSE] Have you ever been in a physically abusive relationship? No, this is NOT something I would tolerate under any circumstance. I'm out.

Have you ever felt more like you needed someone, and less like you loved that person? No.

Is there any habit, attachment, or addiction that you feel you have beaten or risen above? World of Warcraft. I still play it a lot, but by god it's nothing like I was when Jason and I dated/maybe a year and some change afterwards. In my waking hours, it's all I did. There was nothing more fun to do, in my opinion. I would turn down better things to do because I wanted to play it. I consider myself very lucky that I fell out of it because of money (it's not free to play, although it later implemented an in-game currency way of paying, which I use now), and I was without it for at LEAST a year, I think more. When I started playing again, I was never quite the same about it, and today, I find it way less engaging and tend to only have fun for short bursts of time in it. Even though I have the game open a lot and may tab in to do stuff, my relationship with it is nothing like it once was. I've gone on breaks by my own will when I just stop having fun.

Have you ever lived with a friend? Yes, technically, because I was homeless at the time. I wasn't actually an official resident though, and I only stayed a couple months while my mom secured a home.

Have you ever only liked someone because you found out they liked you? This isn't exactly the case, no. I only dated Tyler because he wanted to; I wasn't particularly interested, but I decided to give him a shot. We were friends in high school and I thought he was a fine guy then, so I figured why not. I never really reciprocated the liking, though. I was just trying things out.

Do you think people act weirder or that stranger things happen when there's a full moon? No.

Do you think you would make a good parent someday? No, and that's why I won't be one.

In which were you happiest: elementary, middle, or high school? Elementary.

Have you ever written something on a street sign? No.

Life is nothing without passion. What are you passions? Animals, nature, proper education on them and their conservation; human rights and autonomy; and photography, among other things.

How's the weather lately? It's too hot and not enough rain. We're in a bad drought; we've only gotten one rather short, mild thunderstorm as of a few nights ago.

You can bring back one dead pet to life. Which one? REALISTICALLY, I wouldn't do this. I don't want to experience a pet's death a second time. But for the sake of the question, so long as he wasn't dealing with what he was at his time of death, Teddy, my dog. He was my pet of all time.

Is there a pillowcase on your pillow? Describe it: Yeah, it's just a basic beige one.

School: what classes are you taking at the moment? I'm not in school anymore. I don't think I'll ever be going back.

What scent is your deodorant? You know what, I have no idea. It's just Secret.

Are you happy with what you see when you look in the mirror? Nope.

Does it get super hot in the summer where you live? Yes it does, and it keeps getting worse. Global warming, y'know.

Would you ever date someone of the same sex? I've done it before and I'd do it again.

If you HAD to be raised by another family member than you were, who? Um... probably my mom's actually sane brother and his wife. They're good people.

Are you close with you best friends' parents? Do you know them very well? I'd say we're close, and I feel I know her relatively well.

Do you like reptiles as pets, or do they gross you out? Reptiles are my ideal pet, actually.

What is the youngest age you would consider dating somebody? Maybe like... 22. But that's still pretty low for me, I'd have to really, really like you.

Favorite type of seafood? Shrimp is the only seafood I've found I like.

Are you more traditional or progressive? Progressive as fuck.

Are you into the occult? Aesthetically, totally. But as far as faith and stuff goes, no.

How long was your longest relationship? Three and a half years. Girt's catching up, we're pushing three. Got a good feeling we'll pass that.

Did you ever honestly believe you were going to marry your highschool bf/gf? Oh, I was entirely and utterly convinced that this was fact. It was GOING to happen. It didn't, and my life nearly ended because I couldn't cope with that.

Are you a virgin? Do you believe virginity is "sacred?" Yes, no.

Would you say that you have a lot of friends? No.

Are both your parents alive? Yes.

Were you raised by your biological parents? Yes. My dad didn't do much raising, but.

Has your family ever been broken? Oh for sure. It still kinda is.

Do you think your parents respect your space? Yes.

Are you close with you siblings, if you have any? No. I wish I was...

Have you ever in anger told your parent(s) that you hated them? Oh, I absolutely have to my dad. Maybe not those words exactly, but trust me, the message was clear. I will always regret that letter.

What’s your favourite Thai dish? I don't know Thai food. I haven't knowingly tried anything from it.

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? I straight-up dated someone I met online for I think over two years. We were fine. We each just had too much going on mentally to keep each other afloat in the way couples should.

What sort of games do you like to play? Horror, fantasy, so long as the stories are great and the gameplay is fun.

What was the last candy you ate? I can't even remember.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? No.

Do you eat or drink as soon as you wake up, or do you wait a while? I get plain water, yes. I have to take my thyroid medication, then 30 minutes later, I can have flavored drinks and eat.

What's your favourite kind of Oreo? Double-stuffed.

Do you play any games on your phone? If so, tell me about one. Pokemon GO everyone knows, but I also like Dragons of Atlantis: Heirs of the Dragon. I liked DoA when it was an online computer game, and I enjoyed that more, but the app version is fine.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? I don't have a job.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? Somewhere around a month, when Mom was in New York while her mother was dying. I was very lucky I had some sort of video hyperfixation going on at the time, because otherwise that long alone would've driven me fucking mad. Mom herself was surprised I was fine the whole time.

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? No, hers are brown and mine are a grayish blue.

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Yes, and for a colonoscopy.

When was the last time you went bowling? I don't think I've been bowling since Girt and I tried dating the first time in like '17 and he took me there on a date.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? I know multiple transgender people.

Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and where? I have a vertical labret in my bottom lip.

What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? I don't give a shit.

Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year? The person I'm dating currently.

Do you have a secret life? You could say that, I guess. I keep my online life under lock and fucking key, for no real reason other than rejection-sensitive dysphoria; I'm terrified of people judging me despite me not doing anything truly "out there." It drove my mom insane growing up, she was so convinced I was doing something immoral with how secretive I was and it resulted in a lot of fights, but I think she gets it now, especially as I've become more aware about my autism and open about how mortifying the concept of people judging me is. I've talked more about the topic.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt? Yes.

Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you? No.

Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? Chocolate.

If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? Nostril stud. I want one, it's just not something we can afford right now. There are more important things that need monetary attention.

The last time you held a baby: Not since Emerson (my four-year-old niece) was just born.

Does your mom eat meat? Yes.

What would be your reaction if one of your parents said they were having another kid? My mom doesn't have her reproductive organs anymore. My dad is married to a woman who has absolutely gone through menopause. Neither are having anymore kids.

How do you feel about snails? I think they're adorable.

Are you physically affectionate with your friends? I'm a hugger, but that's pretty much the extent of it. I guess I'd kiss the cheeks of ones I'm exceptionally close to as a gesture of comfort, but idk.

Do you kill spiders when you see them? Absolutely not. I will ignore them or most often take them outside.

Would you ever adopt a child? Girt would like to adopt a teenager when we're a lot older, so I guess. I'd PREFER not to, but I'd take a teenager over an actual baby that I needed to more intensely "mom" over, if that makes sense. I might very well change my mind about it by then, maybe I'll thoroughly want to adopt too.

Do you like your name's meaning? No, it's boring.

Do you and your mom look like sisters? No. We look similar, sure, but definitely not like sisters. Her eldest child ABSOLUTELY does, like it's fucking scary how much Mom and Katie look like twins, excluding the apparent age difference.

Are you the same height as your mom? I think she's half an inch taller than me.

What subjects do you like to read about? Meerkats, reptiles (especially ball pythons/their care in domesticity), spiders, photography techniques and stuff.

Are there any (obviously fictional) villains you can't help but love? Darkiplier, but I mean, if you know the universe Mark created with his characters, is he REALLY even a villain lmao. Besides that though, tbh I tend to enjoy villains a lot, so. I just think they tend to be more interesting and Hot goddammit

Can you name a villain who you could kind of side with? ^

What color eyes does your significant other (or crush) have? (If applicable.) Brown.

Does anything around your home need repairing? Well, the car more than anything. It's been dead in the driveway. A couple of the wood pillars that hold our front porch up need some TLC too; the paint is super worn and one especially has a portion that looks like it was eaten at by termites, even though we don't see any, and it's been like that for years now, so if something WAS actively eating it, it'd be down by now. The dishwasher leaks at one corner, but not severely; Mom just places a towel there when it's on.