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idesofrevolution · 11 months ago

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Precursor

"Jesus, Danny I don't know what the fuck to do about it, okay? He just fuckin' got me out of no where." Click, clack. Click, clack. The tapping of his fingers on the mouse and keyboard were the only sounds echoing in the dark room aside from his shouts. "Well, I how the fuck should I know? I told you I wasn't good at this game! You're the one who kept begging me to play it, and it's bullshit dude!" For a game that was supposed to be this fun phenomenon, 'Precursor' was proving to be quite a bit lesser than Greg anticipated. Danny had begged him for weeks to join the game and do a couple of rounds with him, if only to get him hooked. For Greg, a video game was like Civilization or Cities Skylines... building something great with strategy and creativity. To him, this was a boring shoot 'em up that had a steep learning curve, and it was grating on his nerves. "Well, dude I told you I didn't know how to play this stupid game but you wouldn't take no for an answer!"

Another red screen and the words 'Exterminated' were sprawled across the screen. Greg slammed his fists down onto the desk, spilling his Red Bull all over his lap. He threw his head back in yet another defeat, his seventh in the span of an hour. Looking down at his phone, the late hour had all but caused him even further grief.

"You know what, dude? This game fucking sucks. I don't know why you wanted me to play with you." Danny, surely kicking ass on the battlefront from somewhere behind his screen in Oklahoma hundreds of miles away, was less than enthused. "Ya know what, fine. I will do the fucking noob lobby, okay? I swear to God, though, if this shit doesn't get fun in ten minutes I'm loggin' off." Greg disconnected from his online pal and reentered back into the main menu. He sighed, how the fuck could anyone without a trigger-happy index finger and a desire to think about their options for more than a split second find this game fun? To him, it was all reflexes and no brain power. Clicking through the main menu, he searched for the "Noob" lobby in the available servers. He scrolled for an agonizing ten seconds of full lobbies before he gave up.

"Man, fuck this." He was a single moment away from clicking that exit button before his elbow slipped on some of the Red Bull that had spilled onto the desktop. His wrist banged onto the keys, leaving a string of gibberish into the searchbar. He grabbed one of his clean socks from the floor and sopped up the syrupy water and tossed it behind him over his shoulder. Whatever. Turning back to his screen, to his utter astonishment, the search for 'pjdkluyoikms' had come up with a single hit: 3/9 players in the lobby. Greg looked down at his phone again, 3:30 in the morning grimaced back at him. He'd have to be up in 4 hours if he'd kept the job he quit a few days prior, but with unemployment looming over his head the hours didn't seem so important to him. The game was known for being a time void, sucking in every available minute it's players had to use.

"Fuck it." He clicked join, and waited as the lobby began to load. For a second, his monitor became severely pixelated, but quickly returned to normal. Before long, he was met with the game mode selection and a couple of voices chatting amongst the static. Bruiser, Scout, Sniper, Runner, Bomber... He didn't know how to use a single one of these characters and in the back of his mind, he wasn't keen on being embarrassed yet again for another hour of failures.

"Who's this?" One of the voices from the ether bellowed out from his headphones, and for whatever reason his skin flushed with goosebumps. "Yo, new guy, did you mean to come here? It's a private server."

"Ahh, shit. I'm sorry, my friend made me buy this game and I don't know what I'm doing. I'll find another, my bad!" Greg scampered to try and just choose a character so he could exit out of the menu, but a second voice gave him immediate pause. It was unlike the other players he'd met so far, in that he wasn't a complete dick right off the bat.

"Nahh, it's cool! We could use a runner this round if you're down? We can take it easy, right boys?" His voice was smooth, chill, if not a bit high pitched in a tenor timbre. The guy could have a career in anime protagonist voice acting if he'd put his mind to it, Greg was quickly put at ease with just a single word.

"You think he can keep up?" the third voice, husky and deep questioned.

"We've played with worse, bro. Remember Clive before Mick got to him? We lost four rounds before Mick got it to stick! He won't fuck up, will ya new guy?" Greg nervously chuckled, knowing full well he'd be terrible in the beginning either way.

"Uhhhh, give me a round or two to get the hang of it... I'm sure I can do it. Nothing better to do anyway."

"That's the spirit! See? He's gonna be great. I'll get him up to snuff." A fall of silence came over the server, Greg shifted in his seat. "Alright, newbie. Just choose runner and I got your back. I used to main runner, so I can show you the ropes." Taking a deep breath, Greg clicked on the avatar for Runner, and hit accept. He entered the lobby, seeing the three players had already chosen their avatars. 1: lostdestiny (scout), 2: EdgeRunner (bruiser), 3: ironclad (bomber), and now 4: Greg (runner).

ironclad: I take it you're Greg, then?

Greg: What gave it away?

The three others chuckled, and the loadbar began to fill. Greg could feel the anxiety and anticipation grow within him. He was about to faceplant AGAIN, and in front of these strangers. At least it wouldn't be long until he'd be kicked anyway.

EdgeRunner: Aight, listen up man. I can't be a babysitter, but I'll be following you. Just do what I tell you to do and you'll be fine. You got this, man. Yeah?

Greg: Uh, yeah man. I'll do my best.

lostdestiny: Don't worry guys, he's gonna do his best.

EdgeRunner: Pipe down, will ya, Des? Fuck. Alright, here we go. Lay low and let them come out on their own.

The four of them were dumped onto the map, this one seemed to be some dirty Cyberpunk city in the rain. Sooner rather than later, it'd be a warzone. Greg sat gobsmacked, frozen in place as the others ran for cover.

ironclad: Yo, get to cover, they'll be here any fuckin' second!

Greg: Whuh.... What do I do, where do I go?

EdgeRunner: Turn to your left, there's a hidden door in the bodega. Hold shift and run. Go!

Greg did as he was told, holding down the shift bar and going toward the store on the corner of the street. He was unprepared for just how quickly he would get there, running straight into the wall to the left of the door. Runner indeed. Rounding the doorway, he snuck down the aisles, and up to the door. He burst in, plowing through stacked boxes and into the racks of the storeroom.

EdgeRunner: Aight, you can let go of the shift, bud.

lostdestiny: Fuck, we're so screwed. We lose out on this one it's on you Edge, and I'm not coughin' up a single coin.

EdgeRunner: Des, hit your fuckin' vape and keep your eyes peeled. I'll worry about the new kid. Greg, hang tight. Wait for me to give you a signal, then you run to the hotel down the street. Got it?

Greg chuckled to himself, he'd stumbled into quite the little gang. These guys were far from noobs, they were good if not professionals. From behind the closed door, he sat idly, waiting with bated breath for Edge to give him the unmentioned word. Over his headphones, he could hear the trio plotting as if they were soldiers planning their attack.

EdgeRunner: Iron, be position. They're gonna come barreling down that alley like a fuckin' stampede, so nuke 'em until I can get there. Des, they in sight yet?

lostdestiny: Just like you said, boss man. Comin' in hot.

EdgeRunner: Perfect. Greg. There's a glowing purple crate in the corner. Open it and pick up whatever is in it, and do it quick.

Greg fumbled over the keys, searching the dark room until he saw the glowing purple box hidden beneath a pile of trash. Clicking on it, the box opened, shucking all the garbage atop it onto the floor. Inside sat a strange green vial.

Greg: Its... It's a glass syringe? Glowing green stuff inside.

EdgeRunner: That's what you're looking for. Bag it and get ready to run.

Greg slipped it into his bag. The syringe showed up as 'upgrade' in the inventory, but no other information was provided. Usually, at least, there was some sort of witty description for the items in-game. Might be modded, he thought to himself, not that he would know anyway. He positioned himself by the door, holding his breath.

ironclad: Fireworks.

EdgeRunner: Now, Greg. Go!

His left pinky firmly planted on the shift key, Greg burst out of the door, through the store and into the street. Outside, a barrage of AI cop grunts were surrounding the building across the way. Pillars of smoke and fire erupted from bombs being dropped from the roof, a massive lug of muscle being the culprit with Ironclad's red tag hovering above him. From within the crowd, an explosion of grunts flew through the air, and dead in the center of the action was EdgeRunner, a maxxed out avatar oozing athleticism and strength with a nearly full level bar floating above him. Fuck, who were these guys?

EdgeRunner: Don't fuckin' freeze on us, Greg. Run!

Taking the hint, Greg bolted down the street, weaving past smoke bombs and gunfire until he made it to the hotel's revolving door, shattering the glass as he crashed through. Inside, three grunts stood behind the front desk, quickly pulling out absurdly massive guns.

Greg: Edge, there's guys in here, they got big ass motherfucking guns too.

EdgeRunner: Fuck, okay. Hold control, shift, and Y. Then run to the elevator. Do it before they peg ya!

Greg: Fuck!

EdgeRunner: Iron, toss a few into the hotel. Help the kid out.

ironclad: On it.

Greg could hear the whistling in the air of the incoming bombs flying toward the lobby. He held down the keys and ran toward the elevators as instructed. Though, as he did, waves of colors surrounded his avatar, deflecting the bullets as they flew before the explosions behind him came bursting in. As the elevator doors closed in front of him, he saw the XP points flowing into his bar from the dead grunts. The elevator began to climb.

EdgeRunner: Woooooooooo baby! That's what I call a bait n switch! Kid, you're a natural.

lostdestiny: Beginner's luck.

EdgeRunner: It's gonna be a second before that elevator gets to the top level. Regroup at the hotel, they'll be swarming him. Des, you're on the 99th floor, right?

lostdestiny: Best view in the city.

EdgeRunner: Keep watch, we'll be there in a second. New guy will be on your floor in a couple of minutes. Greg, let's do a one-on-one, yeah?

On the screen, a side window popped up in the bottom corner. Incoming call: EdgeRunner 1 on 1. Fuck, was this guy trying to video chat?

Greg: Uhhhh, I didn't know you could cam...

EdgeRunner: What, you ain't jackin' off are ya? C'mon lemme see.

Greg waited for a moment, nervous beyond words. Watch it be some 60 year old gaming in his mom's basement, was this really the kind of guy he'd want to game with anyway? The curiosity had only crept up since he stumbled into the server, it's not as if they were meeting in real life or anything. It's a screen. He nodded to himself, as if to give himself permission, and clicked on the accept button. In the corner box, EdgeRunner himself popped into focus.

Not what he expected whatsoever. He wasn't much older than Greg, maybe late twenties, early thirties. That was a relief. His room was shrouded in a blue hue, pairing nicely with his ID tag color in game. He was covered in ink from the forehead down, with white hair and a nice pair of pecs cropped just out of view. Again, far from what he expected to see.

"What's up, Greggo?" He smirked, as if studying Greg from behind his lens.

"Yeah... In an elevator. On my computer." Edge laughed, taking his eye contact away to refocus on his game.

"Playin' pretty fuckin' well so far. You sure you never played before now?" Greg found himself blushing a tad bit at this hunk of a man, alarmingly similar to the stud avatar he portrayed online. "Might have to keep you around if you keep up at this rate." The ping of the elevator reaching the 99th floor brought him right back into the world, as the doors opened to a tall, lanky guy with his back to him.

"Des, I presume?"

lostdestiny: Who the fuck else would it be? Mommie? Get to the loot at the end of the hall, fifth door on the right.

"Des isn't the sweetest fruit in the basket. Don't mind him. But get to the room as quick as you can, bud." Holding down the shift key yet again, though now as if it were second nature to him, he bolted down the hall, dodging the mines which littered the floor. "Yeah, don't be up in your feelings about it, but the upgrade is for you, kid. If I were you, I'd take it now while you can. Get you on our level quicker, if ya catch my drift." Greg didn't think twice. He opened the inventory, clicked on the vial, and hit use. His avatar quickly pulled out the syringe from off screen, jamming it into his wrist. The liquid quickly flowed into his avatar, but changes were slow. He arrived at the door, opening them to a boardroom overlooking the whole city, bathed in a purple hue.

Greg: What am I looking for exactly?

ironclad: You'll know it when you see it. Find it quick, they're coming up.

As Greg began to search through the shelves and drawers lining the walls, he was too preoccupied to notice the veins of black starting to flow from his fingertips up his limber arms. While he may have been too focused to see, Edge was watching eagerly in the bottom corner with a giant grin forming on his face. His little window closed, leaving Greg in his search.

lostdestiny: Incoming. Edge, would be a really fuckin' great time for you to pull some fuckshit about now!

Explosions rung out in the hallway, and an eruption of bullets soon followed. Greg felt the pressure bearing down on him, he felt heavier, as if the weight of the situation were sitting atop him like boulders. But hidden in the darkness of his room, the black veins crawled higher and higher, across his shoulders and back, creeping up the back of his neck, until he felt a pinch right at the base of his skull. Instant headrush.

The world got blurry in a mere second, his ears started to ring and his muscles began to pulse. Though, in that moment, he felt something else swelling within him: confidence. Control, Shift, C. The boardroom went blue, a glowing yellow aura radiated from behind one of the walls. Greg smiled, bolting to the wall. Alt, D, F7. The shelves shuddered, then slowly retracted into a dark void. The payload sat at the end of a long, dark hallway on a spotlit pedestal. Some crazy mechanical contraption, it seemed. Though he didn't know what it was, he knew inherently that this is what he was looking for. Just as Iron said.

Greg: Bingo.

EdgeRunner: Careful, newbie. Watch the walls.

A single step forward, and red lasers began to shoot left and right. An hour earlier, he'd be pissing himself on an 'exterminated' screen, raging to no one but himself. Though now, as he felt the energy coursing through his body, the corner of his lip shifted upward, his brows furrowed, and he leaned forward. Showtime.

Alt, Shift, F2, Q, L... the keys flew by beneath his fingers as he dodged, rolled, and lept past every sensor. The keyboard could barely keep up as his hands danced across it. It was an invigoration he'd never experienced before, an expertise he'd never felt, a self he'd never known. Every new trap before him was a piece of cake, avoiding them before they'd even triggered. In the span of fifteen seconds, he'd arrived at the pedestal. The Carpe Diem. A major upgrade, far above his current standing, but it would fetch a pretty price for the right punk. The massive implant somehow fit in his inventory, he was thankful he wasn't on a real job, lugging this around would have been a task in and of itself.

Greg: Payload in hand. Ready to get the fuck out of here.

EdgeRunner: Gonna be a messy exit, kid. You up for it?

Greg: Don't have to flirt that nasty with me, Edge. Treat me tender.

He spun around, leaping down the entire hallway in one go. Thank you Shift, T, S. The crew stood at the door to the boardroom, perhaps a hundred grunts firing everything they had not far behind. Greg looked at every corner, and realized quickly what Edge meant. He turned around, looking at the massive glass wall overlooking Sunset City. His massive feet tapped against the wooden floor beneath his desk, itching for the run he was about to embark upon, his body begging for the rush... his muscles aching for the wind on his skin. He smirked. No second thoughts, he burst through the window.

ironclad: Fuck kid! That's one way out I guess!

EdgeRunner: Bail, boys! Let's fly.

Freefalling, Greg felt the cool breeze of his plummet on the lids of his closed eyes. Soon, but not yet. He had a job to finish. Control, Shift, C. His fall became a sprint, every footfall landing softly on the glass below, looking 99 floors straight down to the pavement.

GreWind: WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!

Exhiliration. Excitement. Freedom. He was free. Coasting on the diagonal glass, he surfed down the building until he came painlessly onto the sidewalk below, followed not too far behind by Des landing in a bush, Iron on his face, and Edge on his own two feet. The quartet sped toward the four bikes parked along the street, making their swift getaway. As Wind wiped the sweat from his brow, leaning back in his chair, letting the ripe waft of pits beam from his arms. Incoming 1 on 1 from EdgeRunner. He of course had to reem in the accolades, smiling as he hit accept. Edge popped up in the corner of the screen, beaming from ear to ear.

"Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' about! That upgrade did ya good, new kid." Wind smirked, puckering his lips and blowing a kiss to his studly boss man.

"You can show me your appreciation later, babe. Worked up a storm for ya." Wind flexed his arms, licking the sweat from his bicep and running his hand through his bright green hair.

"Heh, yeah, you're gonna fit in just fine. This'll fetch a nice penny from the middleman. Now, whaddya say, Greg? Ready for the real work?" Edge winked and his window closed.

EdgeRunner: Rendezvous at Checkpoint's. Your cuts will be waiting for you.

Stormwind: Aye, aye Captain.

lostdestiny: Shit, you two get a room already.

EdgeRunner: Nah, you're gonna sit and watch me fuck him raw and nasty, Des.

Stormwind: Won't be the last if you're nice, Des.

ironclad: I swear, if newbie is gonna be cumdump, I'm gonna be on whatever job he's on.

Stormwind: Plenty to go around, boys. Better be ready to clean this dick and worship these feet. They run real fast for y'all and they could use a tongue bath, won't even need any poppers. Freebase, baby.

EdgeRunner: See you at Checkpoint's, Wind. Welcome to the team.

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veone · 2 years ago

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GSHADE 3.5.0 Cracked Tutorial Feb.2023

‼️Update:3/2023‼️ Due to gshade somehow being online again! You can still install the program with this tutorial but to avoid the update to version 4.2 notification keeping you from proceeding-Download the program from mediafire and then turn your pc to airplane mode and continue the process below! Note that when you turn your internet back on that your going to get the notification still ignore it. That what I’m doing.

Alright with the recent events regarding the development team of GShade figuratively going under and the current version of this program available being far from perfect. It would be lovely to back to a version of GShade that doesn't have malware, the changes that disabled the depth of field effects, and the removal of some older shaders. So here's a tutorial on how to install 3.5.0 of GShade. It's the version that we as a collective switched to all those months back, when GShade popped off in the community. Also the version I used to take this picture and got from @toskasimz who sent me the files. She's the reason why I have my pretty pictures back. It took a long time to get my preset to look like this and the modern versions of Gshade and Reshade don't have the shaders for this anymore. The suggested skill level for this is basic knowledge of how to install Reshade/Gshade and knowledge of where to find the game Bin file and Program Files on your pc.

Note: This version is before the code that shut down your PC, if you manipulated the code of the program, was introduced. Use at your own risk. I personally have no issue with using it. I'm using my laptop I do school work on and I have no money to buy a new one so that's my assessment on how safe it is.

To start download this media fire file. It's a Rar file. Unzip it.

In the unzipped version of this file, you should have a folder that's highlighted below called GShade.

Inside that file are two folders. Program Files-G-Shade and TS4 Bin Folder. These folder names correspond with where the contents of these will go on your pc.

Alright inside the folders you should have the following content in the Program Files-G-Shade

Inside the TS4 Bin Folder, you should have the following contents inside it.

Place the GShade folder from the Program Files-G-Shade into your computer's Program(x86) file. This may have a different name based on your computer.

Next Place the contents of the TS4 Bin Folder which should be the G-Shade configuration file and the folder of GShade-Shaders into your Bin folder. (note I have gshade installed already so you won't have the extra files before installation.)

Now go back to the Program(x86) file on your PC and go into the G-shade folder.

Double Click to run the program.

This is where you gonna need to pull your Reshade/Gshade knowledge. You just install the program as normal to the game. I will say I don't know if this will work with other games.

Alright, this is what you should be left with after installing G-Shade. Everything transferred to the Program Files with the exception of this folder. Leave it be and go to the Program Files file on your pc.

Once in the Program Files folder double click the GShade Control Panel.

You should get the following screen Go to the Installations tab. Delete this file path. This is a very important step. It's not gonna work if you don't reinstall the program. Delete it and click Add New.

Install the program as viewed above. Click Next and set up your screenshot folder.

Click No on viewing the guild. You should have a control panel on your desktop. You can go in a convert you reshade presets if needed.

Alright if everything was done correctly open your game. It'll take a moment to load and when it does you greeted with the following screen on start-up.

Ignore the yellow text on the top. It says that your effects are disabled because it's not online. It works I could be misinterpreting what "effect" means but my shader work so I'm not complaining.

And there you go. Installed, and works perfectly. Don't update it. I don't know what it'll do. I have not tried. I will upload an edited version of my preset later this week or tonight. I have to tweak the color of the fog and make a decent post. Enjoy! I am open to helping under this post and in dms!

#if something you download thats for cosmetic reasons can shut down your PC that's not a normal function the program is free and basically #reshade it one of the same developers #gshade #sims 4 #gshade help #ts4 #simblr #tutorials

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huellitaa · 1 month ago

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long list of little things to do for urself 🧸🎀🫶✨

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 1. wash ur bedding, towels, curtains, etc.

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 2. fill up ur shopping baskets on every site possible

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 3. clean out cosmetics and skincare

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 4. start a project of something you love

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 5. browse cute pets to buy one day

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 6. impulsively rearrange ur space

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 7. light some candles (if u arent deathly afraid of fire)

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 8. clean out your purse and every day bag

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 9. make a pillow fort

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 10. redo all ur playlists and clean them all out

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 11. lay on the floor and sing ur fav songs for 3 hours

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 12. make a recipe book (even if u cant cook)

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 13. clean ur mirrors and windows

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 14. write a debate about a topic you feel strongly on

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 15. create some art to go on ur walls

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 16. stick up some old photos or cute things and decorate ur walls

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 17. polish ur jewelry

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 18. write a huge essay on something you know nothing about

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 19. watch a virtual concert (youtube - tiny desk is v good!)

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 20. make urself a big fruit platter

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 21. read a parenting book and see how you can incorporate the tips mentioned into how u treat urself

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 22. mend ur old clothes or get someone to help u fix them

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 23. read a book w a flashlight and happy music under a blanket

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 24. host a tea party w ur plushies and old toys

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 25. study ur horoscope for this month and how u can use it to ur advantage

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 26. go thrifting and window shopping and take photos on ur phone of the things you want to create a visual wishlist

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 27. sort through ur books, cds, clothes, etc.; organise and throw out!

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 28. perform a concert in ur bedroom of ur fav album ever

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 29. dress up and create the most elaborate, unhinged outfits you possibly can

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 30. start a blog or site on something you care about

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 31. contemplate ur core philosophies and question what is the meaning of life and what you're living for

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 32. spend all day reading a random pdf book ur never gonna find again

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 33. plan out ur dream wedding online

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 34. fully examine ur body and make sure everything's working and looking fine

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 35. create outfits within a specific theme and try them on

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 36. go online shopping for clothes and make outfits w the things you find even if you don't like them

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 37. make a playlist of all the songs u used to love when you were younger

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 38. build a tower out of stationery or anything you can find and make it as tall as you can

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 39. take a picture of something ur grateful for wherever you go

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 40. live out ur daydreams on pinterest and make random boards of random lifestyles or dreams you have or are interested in

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 41. organise ur digital storage like apps, google drive, documents, photos, desktop, games, consoles, etc.

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 42. randomly set a reminder for somewhen in the future that you can think of saying that everything will be okay

🩷𓂃 ࣪˖ 43. have a park day without ur phone and make ur own entertainment

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ 44. find ur enneagram number, do ur myers briggs test, study ur birth chart, find out more about urself bcuz ur the most important subject you could ever study

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ 45. write down ur biggest, wildest dreams with no bounds whatsoever

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ 46. attentively track ur moods for a day or a few; take note of how ur feeling every few hours, note it down and ask urself what impacts it to change and fluctuate

🫶🏻𓂃 ࣪˖ 47. educate urself in whats going on in the world right now

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ 48. learn about the history of ur home town

⭐𓂃 ࣪˖ 49. create a list of all ur favourite things and rank them like cosmetics, perfumes, bands, foods, drinks, etc.

💬𓂃 ࣪˖ 50. make a music video playlist to play on ur tv

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

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moonlightndaydreams · 16 days ago

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Good things come in small packages

[originally posted on my second blog @daydreams-after-dark in June 2024 ]

Pairing: Mini Han x fem reader (cameo from Minho)

Synopsis: One year ago you purchased a ‘miniature companion’ named Hannie. He’s the size of a Ken doll but alive and horny. But something unexpected happens on your one year anniversary.

Word count: approx 9k

A/n: This fic was originally posted on my second blog @daydreams-after-dark. however the story turned out somewhat adorable and sweet, making me want to keep a copy of it over here with all my other lovey dovey Han Jisung fics. There is still smut... don't you worry about that.

CW below the cut

CW: supernatural themes, oral sex, sexual acts, sexual themes, voyeurism, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex, rough sex, angst, brief themes of depression, fear of suicide (just a fleeting thought), size kink?

You've had your miniature human, Hannie, for almost a year?! You realize, sitting at your work desk as you look at your desktop calendar. You smile and make a note to organize a celebration for just the two of you, and to buy a cheesecake for dessert. Hannie loves cheesecake. Your smile grows. He always manages to get it all over him, then wants to get it all over you so he can lick it off you.

One year this coming weekend. It feels like time has flown, yet at the same time it feels like he’s been part of your life forever. Your heart bursts as you think back to how it all came to be.

You had been lonely. You'd broken up with your long term boyfriend and was feeling sad one night. So you went online to doom scroll, and online shop. You expected you'd end up down a rabbit hole of cat memes and be $500 down in shoe purchases, but instead an ad appeared on your screen.

"Miniature human companions" it said, with images of very attractive men. Miniature men. Were they human? Couldn't be. Were they robots? Probably. They must be really expensive to make which is why they are so small, you'd decided.

You were intrigued, so you researched the company, finding that this new type of 'companion' utilizes cutting edge technology that simulates actual human behavior and bodily functions.

By 4am you'd chosen your companion. His name was Han. He was adorable and attractive, with fluffy black hair and pouty lips, and from the personality trait notes, he sounded like a lot of fun.

"Pay Now". You can still remember the feeling of excitement that ran through you as hit the button to complete your purchase.

When he arrived, he came in a box with air holes, which you found kind of weird considering he didn't actually breathe oxygen. You set the box on your kitchen table, took a deep breath and lifted the lid. You gasped as you peered inside.

A little man, about the size of a Ken doll, sat on a blanket eating miniature crisps out of a miniature chip bag.

"Oh hello!" he looked up at you. "Are you my Noona?" he waved excitedly.

Holy fucking shit. You almost fainted as you stumbled to sit down on a dining chair.

You knew he was meant to talk, but he just seemed so real as he chewed his food then licked the seasoning off his lips like he could actually taste it. His little chest moved with his breath, like he was really breathing. Could he do everything a human can do? You wondered.

"My name’s Hannie." He said standing up and brushing the crumbs off his trousers.

"Um...I-I'm Y/n..." you stuttered, trying to process what you were witnessing,

"You're really pretty, Y/n." He beamed up at you with a gummy grin.

You prepared him a little space of his own, with a makeshift bed, clothing that you had also ordered from the company you purchased him from, and bought a set of Barbie sized cups, plates and furniture. You even bought him a Barbie Dreamhouse to live in, but he preferred to just climb up your full sized furniture and use that.

You studied the information manual that came with him and learned that he could in fact, experience life just as a human did. He needed to eat, sleep, wash, poop. Oh and he could get erections and ejaculate. Wow!

Over the next weeks and months you'd gotten yourselves into a routine, and became really close. He was your best friend. You did everything together, mostly staying at home. You assumed he was some sort of AI, and that's why you got along so well, but the longer he was with you, the more his own interests came to the surface. Like singing and Anime.

He helped you bake, often getting himself covered in flour and other ingredients. You'd watch movies together. Most nights you'd lay on the couch and he'd lay face down on your chest while you watched your favorites. Sometimes you'd feel him get hard against the curve of your breast, and you'd think inappropriate thoughts about him. You'd grow wet between your legs and wish he was able to touch you.

He loved it when you’d brush his hair with a tiny little hairbrush and sit him on your benchtop in the bathroom when you’re getting ready for the day. You know he loved it when you forgot he was there one time and you took a shower in front of him. He got so hard watching you soap up your body.

Sometimes you'd take him out on a picnic somewhere secluded near the ocean so he could freely move about the picnic blanket without fear of being seen. Or he'd sneak into your work bag and scare the shit out of you when you were working.

In the early days, you'd occasionally go on dates with actual men. Mostly to take your mind of your growing feelings for Hannie. You'd bring them home and fuck them in your bed, knowing he was somewhere watching, listening. You'd imagine him getting hard from your noises, and it made you moan even louder just picturing it. You'd imagine it was Hannie inside you too, pounding hard into your cunt, and making you come on his cock.

He was distant with you in the days after. He’d sit around sulking and pouting.

"What's wrong, Hannie?" You asked him after he’d ignored you for three days.

"Noona... it's just…I get so jealous of them." He burst into tears. "I want to do things like that to you. I want to the be the one who makes you come." He sobbed.

Things changed after that. You no longer went out with other men, and you and your miniature companion began to explore a more physical, more sexual, relationship.

From letting you see each other naked, to mutual masturbation, to eventually touching each other and making each other come.

You soon learned that even though Hannie is small, he is extremely talented with his mouth, and he can make you come harder than anyone had ever before.

One morning he noticed that you were still asleep, and very naked. The way you were laying, legs splayed out looked so inviting to him. You’d kicked your blanket off at some point. He couldn’t help himself.

You woke up to a sensation between your legs, and when you looked down you saw him kneeling between your your legs, using his arms to push your pussy lips open and doing his very best to lap at your clit.

“Hannie?” You whimpered. He stopped for a moment to stand up and wave at you, the entire front of his body dripping with your arousal. “I’ve just found my favorite thing to do!” He said enthusiastically and then he was back to being buried against your pussy.

These days, at night time he’ll climb up onto your chest while you’re lying in bed watching videos on your phone. He still loves to nestle against the bulge of your breasts, especially if you’re in a loose satin camisole, and he’ll slide himself under the fabric.

“What do you want to watch, Hannie?” You’ll ask him.

“Porn!” He’ll answer excitedly. The phone is like a giant screen to him and it’s never long before you feel him shimmying his clothes off and rubbing his little swollen erection against your skin.

He’s such a desperate little thing that you let him do whatever he needs to get himself off. Often, he’ll rub his cock along your bottom lip while he humps your tits, or he’ll scramble to suck on your nipple. He does his best to stretch his mouth around it, while he grinds against you and cumming on your soft skin. Then he’ll pass out right there. Poor little tyke gets himself tired.

Some of the kinkier things he gets you to do include tying him up and edging him until his cock becomes so painfully red and engorged that he’s crying. His naked body is delicious to look at, and you love to run the pad of your index finger over his muscles. He’s perfectly toned, his skin honey brown, and his cock is mouth-wateringly big for his frame.

He’s rendered helpless as you stroke your finger gently up and down his body. Then, using the tip of your tongue, you lick his cock carefully whilst shoving your pinky finger into his mouth.

There are times when you’ll dress up in lingerie covered in buckles and straps and he’ll climb up your body like he’s doing some kind of adventure hike. He gets so sweaty and very hard as he explores the terrain of your body.

He really is the perfect companion.

You are broken from your thoughts by your alarm signaling it's time to go home from work, and you hurry home to see your Hannie.

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"Fuck! Hannie! Please... need to come...need one more...please. Don't stop." You pant. It's later that evening, and you're on the verge of your third orgasm with Hannie between your thighs sucking expertly on your clit. He's got your lips spread open as far as he can manage, and he's grinding against your core seeking his own release. Inside your pussy you've got your vibrator egg on full intensity. "Yes!!! Yes...coming!!!" You cry as you arch off the bed as you come all over him.

He quickly climbs up your body, almost slipping off because he’s covered in so much of your cream, and kneels on your chest to pump his cock until he’s spurting cum onto your tongue.

“Tastes so good, Hannie.” You show him your empty tongue, but he’s already collapsed across your body.

You clean him up and put him in his striped pajamas, before you both nestle into bed. You’re used to him sleeping on the pillow next to you now, although it took you a while to stop worrying you’d roll on him in the night.

“Noona? Did you know that tomorrow it’ll be one year since I came here?” He says sleepily.

You roll onto your side and smile. “Yes, actually I do, honey. Have a think about what you’d like to do to celebrate, okay. Anything you want."

He nods. “Yeah, I’ll think about it. But just so you know, it’ll involve me being buried in your pussy.”

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Han laid back on the pillow. What would he like to do to celebrate? He’d love to celebrate by being inside you. Properly. Fully.

He wishes he could do the things he'd seen those men you’d do to you all those months ago. To pin your legs up and fuck you so hard the bed would shake. He takes his mind back to when he’d hide on your shelf and watch, fucking into his hand and holding back tears of despair.

What would it be like to bend you over and fuck you from behind? What would it even be like to fuck you at all? He wants to know so bad.

But he does have a special relationship with you, he supposes. Not every guy has to stretch his mouth around a nipple or clit like he has to. Can those men be covered head to toe in your juices? Or lay completely across the bulge of your boob. No. They can’t. Only he can.

He pouts to himself.

He knows he’s got it good, you are his everything. But as he lays on the pillow next you and closes his eyes, he wonders if he’s enough for you? Could you give up real men forever, with real sized cocks that can stretch you out and fill you deep? Would you be okay with never having a boyfriend you could take out in public, or take to family events, or be seen with?

Could you settle for him? A miniature version of a man?

He sighs. "Goodnight, Noona. Love you." He whispers as he leans over and gives your giant lips a kiss.

"Goodnight, my sweet Hannie. I love you too." you reply sleepily.

As he drifts off to sleep he wishes what he always wishes. That he could be human sized and be with you like a proper human.

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The morning sun peeks through your window, landing on your face and causing you to stir. You groan and try to stretch, but a heaviness across your middle keeps you in place. You peer down to find a man's arm wrapped around you, snuggling you tight.

Fear courses through your body, and you scream as you fling the arm off and jump out bed. You grab your lamp, ready to hit the intruder.

"Noona?" The man lifts his head, his dark locks falling around his face.

Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you see the confused look on his face. "Hannie!?" You choke, hands poised to strike.

"Noona? What are you doing?" he peers down at the pillow his head had been resting on, and then down the bed toward his feet. "Why is your bed so small?"

"Hannie?" You whisper, lowering the lamp, letting it drop to the floor.

"Why is everything so small? Wait. Why am I naked? Noona, have you been playing with me in my sleep?" He looks up at you confused and worried. "Noona, why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyes land on his pajamas, torn to shreds next to him. He picks up the scrap of fabric that was his pajama top, and his eyes widen. "Why are my clothes so tiny?"

"Hannie," you take in the man before you, naked and taking up most of the bed. "You're big."

Han just stares at you blankly. Then realization hits him, causing him to spring out of bed and look around the room frantically.

"Hannie?" You say again. "Hannie, look at me." You take a step closer to him and he finally looks at you. It's as though your gaze anchors him and he appears to calm down somewhat. His eyes soften and he looks at you like he's looking at you for the very first time, just as you are with him.

You already know he has an incredible physique. Broad shoulders, slim waist, toned muscles. But standing before you right now he’s breathtaking. But you don't love him for his body. You love him for his heart.

Standing fully naked in front of you, he seems less real than when he was small. How can this be happening? It's impossible. Right?

"Noona?" His eyes drop to where your gaze has fallen. Right on his cock, still semi hard from his morning wood. It's the most delicious thing you've ever seen. So much bigger than you expected too. You can't help but imagine all the things you want to do with it. You have imagined it plenty over the past year. How you want him to fill you up, or make you choke on it. How it tastes. How it feels in your mouth.

"Hey!" he covers himself with his hands. "I'm going through a crisis and you're staring at my dick!" He exasperates. He narrows his eyes. "Oh my God, Noona? You know what this means?" His eyes light up with excitement.

"I do, Han. Trust me, I know. But first we need to figure out what is going on. Why this has happened." You take another step towards him, closing the distance, and with shaking hands you reach out and touch his chest. You feel his heart pounding and it makes your heart beat faster too.

He's real.

"Do you think my wish has finally come true?" he whispers. "I wish it every night before I fall asleep. That I'd wake up and be human sized."

You look up to meet his gaze. His gorgeous big brown eyes. "I wish it every night too. It's just... this doesn’t make any sense.” You pause. “Wait. The manual. Maybe it says something in that?”

Without giving him any warning, you snap into action and disappear into your walk-in wardrobe, returning with a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tee.

"Here. Put these on. I can't be getting distracted." You say and hurry out of the bedroom.

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"I thought you said you'd studied the manual?" Han says suspiciously whilst chewing on the scrambled eggs and toast you quickly cooked for him. You were quite happy to forgo your breakfast so you could search for answers, but his stomach rumbled so loudly you couldn’t ignore it.

While he scoffs down his breakfast, and you're still in your pajamas, you pore over the instruction manual spread open on the dining table, looking for any information that might help.

"Well... I kind of only read about how to keep you alive. You know, like how often I needed to feed and water you." you reply casually. Inside, you wish you had read the rest of the information. Maybe you would have had a heads up about this and you could have prepared yourself?

"Do you think I'm going to be like this permanently? Like the first year was a test of your commitment or something? Maybe I could learn guitar? Or cook? Or-"

"Okay. I've got something." You interrupt. "It says here: At twelve months of ownership, your companion will transform into typical human size-"

Han's eyes light up excitedly. "Wait! So this means?"

You hold up your hand to hush him. "There's more." You say. "He will remain in this state for 48 hours, before returning to his original size."

“Oh.” Han’s fork clatters on his plate. You look up at him as his expression changes from excited and hopeful, to absolutely crestfallen and deflated.

"I'm so sorry, Hannie." you whisper. You know how badly he wants to be big. You watch as he swallows a lump in his throat, and without a word, he stands and walks into the kitchen to look out of the window above the sink.

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Forty eight hours? So It's not permanent? What kind of fucking idiot is he to think he'd ever be able to be a human? He tries to fight back the tears as he looks out of the window.

It's a beautiful, sunny morning, and usually on a day like this he'd climb up onto the windowsill and watch the world. There's a little strip of shops across the street that he especially loves to watch. His favorite is the flower shop. Observing the customers going in and out buying flowers and bouquets for loved ones. They’re such pretty colors too, the flowers. He’d love to be able to buy flowers for you.

A lady about your age works there, and sometimes another man is there too. Han doesn’t see him there often, but knows he’s someone special the way the shop owner and him look at and hold each other. Maybe he travels for work? He's often wondered as he sits on the windowsill.

He's broken from his thoughts when he feels your arms wrap around his waist and you lean against his back. His eyes close softly, and his body relaxes as he savors the feeling of being embraced in this way for the first time.

"Hannie, I know we don't have long, but maybe if we see it as a gift?"

He turns in your arms to face you, and wraps his own arms around you. You feel so good like this. In his arms. Holding so much of you in one go. Feeling your entire body pressed against his. It's better than he ever imagined.

"You're right." He says finally. "We can't waste a minute of this precious time. There's so much I have to do to you." His dick twitches when he sees your cheeks flush. He knows you're not shy, but if you feel anything like he does right now, then you’d have to be trembling on the inside.

His hand slides up to hold your jaw tenderly as he brings his lips close to yours. Sure he's kissed you, parts of your lips - both sets even, and other parts of your skin. But your lips in their entirety? He feels so scared, so nervous. What if he's a shit kisser?

"Stop thinking, Han Jisung." You say and connect your lips to his.

His lips fit yours perfectly and he melts into them with a moan. He kisses you slowly and carefully and a warmth spreads throughout his body. He hardens immediately when he feels your tongue slip into his mouth to find his. Your tongue, the one that’s licked his entire torso in one sweep, is currently inside his mouth.

He allows his hands to wander lower to cup your ass. He loves your ass and often stares at it when you're doing housework in your tight little exercise shorts. Another moan escapes him when he pulls you even closer against his body. Touching so many parts of you all at once has him feeling overwhelmed in the best way possible. What will it be like when he’s inside you as well? He has to know.

He lowers his hands a little more to lift you up and you wrap your legs around his. Then he’s carrying you - actually carrying you - to your bedroom.

Your room is still filled with the warm sunlight, and Han is glad because he’ll be able to see absolutely everything. He lays you gently on the bed and kisses you deeply, then sits up to kneel between your parted legs.

“I think these need to come off.” He announces, flicking the waistband of your pajama shorts.

You smirk. “You do, huh?”

“Yes. We need to be naked.” He starts tugging off your clothes, then his own.

You look stunning beneath him, and you feel the same way about him. The sunlight hits his honey skin perfectly and you feel a surge of love for the man above you.

This is actually happening, is the thought going through both your heads.

Han gulps as he drinks you in with his eyes. Where to begin? He decides to start with your breasts. Holding them in his hands, massaging them. He loves the pretty noises you’re making as he kneads them. He leans over to take a nipple in his mouth, flicking the tiny pebbled nub that he normally has to stretch his mouth around. It goes straight to his dick and he can’t help but grind his cock against your core. This is too much already. He sits back up between your legs to try and regain his composure. He doesn’t want the first time he has intercourse to be over before it begins. To bide some time, he slowly runs his hands down your stomach and massages the tops of your thighs while his eyes lock onto your pussy. Home.

His favorite thing in the world is to eat you out, and he’s excited to taste you. Firstly, though, he is dying to explore you with his fingers. He drags his thumbs through your folds. “Wet for me as usual, Noona.” He states, glancing up to see your flushed cheeks. He chuckles to himself knowing how flustered he’s making you.

“Hannie…always soaked for you.” You say with a breathlessness to your voice.

He rubs circles on your clit with his thumb whilst using his other hand to spread you wide.

“I need your fingers inside me, Hannie.” you wiggle your hips to give him the hint.

“Like this?” He asks innocently as he slips two fingers into you. You moan in relief, making him smirk again.You’re so tight just around his fingers that he can’t imagine how you are going to fit his cock. He partially withdraws his fingers then pushes them back into your warm, wet, cunt. He repeats this a few times, your moans and ‘yes’s urging him to go a little harder, a little deeper. He remembers watching you finger fuck yourself and that there’s a spot inside you that when you stimulate it makes you come. He needs to try it.

He angles his fingers a little differently and fucks you with his hand. The response is immediate. Your pussy begins to make those lewd, but arousing sounds, that he has heard when you’ve made yourself cum on your dildo. Your back arches off the bed and your thighs start to tremble. He knows the signs of you having an orgasm. He’s made you come so many times. But not like this. He leans over you to slide his tongue into your mouth, capturing the moans from your orgasm while his fingers work you through it until you’ve settled back to earth. Stunning. Erotic. Perfect. That’s what you are to him right now.

Now he can eat you out. Lick up all that arousal leaking from your delectable pussy. He nestles between your legs, his agonizingly hard cock squashed between his stomach and the mattress. He knows it’s leaking all over your quilt.

Firmly holding your thighs apart, he licks a long stripe from your vagina to clit. You taste perfect. He is careful not to go too hard or too rough. When he’s tiny he needs to use all his energy and strength to get you off, but right now even the most delicate of licks or suckles has you whimpering for him.

He spits on your clit and then sucks it off. Then moves lower to slip his tongue inside you. He has to hold you still as another orgasm starts to build for you. He loves making you feel this way.

He needs to make you come again, so he slips a finger into your pussy while he laps at your clit. He feels you come on his face, shaking, quivering, covering him in your juices. Yep. Still his favorite thing to do.

He removes himself from between your legs to hover over you to take you in an urgent kiss, smearing your arousal all over your lips. His dick throbs.

“Hannie,” you pull away from the kiss. “I really need you inside me. I need it so much it hurts.” You look up at him with desperate eyes.

“Me too, Noona.” He gulps. He’s so fucking scared and hopes you don’t notice.

“Are you nervous?” You reach up and stroke his cheek.

Of course you noticed it. You always know how he feels. He nods. “Yeah. I am actually. I am a virgin you know?” He chuckles awkwardly, like you didn’t know he’d never actually fucked before.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull him close. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just let it slip in. Dicks usually find a way into a pussy.” You whisper in his ear.

He trusts you and grinds the length of his cock against your slipper pussy. It’s already beyond incredible feeling your soft skin against his obscenely hard cock. You both moan equally in pleasure and the frustration of needing more, so he shifts his hips to allow the tip of his cock to prod at you.

“Yes!” You cry out against his ear. “Fuck…Hannie…need you. It’s so close…”

All it takes is a slight adjustment of the angle of his hips and he feels the tip slip inside you.

“Please…hurry.” You sob. “I love you so much, Hannie.”

“I love you too, Noona.” he says with a shaky breath, and then he’s inside you. All the way to the hilt. You both moan in relief.

“You’re so tight.” he declares, his eyes rolling back into his head. He’s not going to last even a thrust. It’s already too good. But he begins to move anyway, eventually finding a slow, deep rhythm.

He was wrong. This is his most favorite thing to do. Be buried in your pussy, with your arms and legs wrapped around him as you moan his name over and over. Definitely his favorite.

“Faster…please… harder…oh Hannie…fuck.” You claw at his back trying to pull him even deeper. He obliges, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. He kneels between your legs again so he can see all of you. The sight is erotic. Seeing all of you at once, with your legs folded and pushed up high and wide. Your breasts bouncing with every thrust. And the expression on your face as you look down at where you’re connected almost makes him fill you right then and there.

“I’m coming, Hannie… I’m…don’t stop! Come with me. Come inside me!” You’re already trembling beneath him, and there’s no way in hell he’d be able to stop himself coming inside you even if he wanted to. He’s about to burst. Not just his cock, but his heart too. He loves you too much. He takes his thumb back to your clit and focuses on bringing you over the edge. He feels your walls squeeze tight around him like a vice, and it sends him over as well. With a few last shaky thrusts, he releases himself inside of you with a deep moan.

“Noona… Fuck…” he pants and collapses on top of you. “That was the best feeling in the whole world. I don’t know how anyone gets anything done when they could be doing that!”

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The day passes far too quickly as you fill the rest of the day with lovemaking, food, drinks, and even more lovemaking. You both don't want to miss a single moment of each other. Night comes too quickly, and despite trying your best to stay awake, sleep eventually takes you both as you lay in his arms.

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The sun streams through the window waking you from your sleep. You feel Han's arm laying heavy across your waist. It wasn't a dream. Your eyes snap open to find him fast asleep, mouth open, and still very much human size.

You watch him until he finally stirs and opens his eyes. "Am I still big? Are we still naked?" He asks sleepily.

You grin in response. "Yes. You're still big. And we’re still naked. " You lean down and kiss his cheek.

"So we can have more sex today?" he adds, rubbing his eyes.

"Anything you want, my love." You say and let your hand wander down to rest on his erect cock. Flicking the sheet off of him, you begin to kiss your way down his body, savoring every inch of his skin, ensuring you remember this moment forever. You pause when you reach his cock, admiring the way it looks. Fucking perfect. Mouthwatering. You waste no time taking him in your hand and bringing your tongue to the underside of his shaft.

He releases a sharp breath. “Fuck, Noona. Please…are you gonna suck me off? Please suck my cock, Noona.” he begs, lifting his head and looking down at you. You give him a sly look and swirl your tongue around the tip, and he throws his head back down onto the pillow, surrendering to you and your plans.

You take your time teasing him, alternating between kitten licks to the tip, to long languid strokes of your tongue along the shaft. His breathless pants turn to whimpers, then finally a deep, relieving groan as you sink your mouth over him. You take as much of him into your throat as you possibly can, and even though your eyes start to water, you take him even deeper.

“Baby, Noona…This is…your mouth… How can you even breathe right now?” He can barely get the words out. “So good… ngh…s’good.” he squeezes his eyes closed trying his hardest not to thrust into you. His hands thread through your hair and rest on the back of your head. You hope he pushes you down further so you take absolutely everything, and when he does, you feel your cunt tighten and your arousal leaking between your legs.

Your lips are pressed to his pelvis and he isn’t letting you go. You are finding it hard to breathe, but you don’t care. You want more. You feel him getting close when his cock hardens even more and he starts thrusting into your throat. Yes. This is what you need.

Han gets noisier as he approaches his climax, then you feel it. The familiar taste of his hot cum hits the back of your throat. He cries out then stills, releasing his hands from your head and relaxing into the bed.

As usual, you swallow every last drop. There is so much more compared to normal, the fluid coating the back of your mouth, then you make your way up to kiss his lips.

Han grins at you with hooded eyes. “Fuck, Noona! That was so fucking goog.”

“You don’t know how many times I’ve pictured doing that for you, Hannie.” You smile and curl up to his side.

“Noona?” he says, stroking your arm.

“Mmm. Yes my love?” you hum.

“Do you think…after we fuck again, we can go out? There’s something I want to do.”

You turn your head to gaze at him. “Of course. Anything you want, my love.” you say again, but this time with a curious tone.

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"Are you sure I don’t look weird?" Han isn't convinced that the sweatpants and tee you have given him are gender neutral.

"You're fine, I promise. Just trust me?" You reply, locking your front door. You take his hand in yours and begin to up your front path. As you reach the sidewalk, he begins to have second thoughts. Sure he's been out of the house with you before. In your handbag, hidden away. Safe. Unseen. Maybe this isn't a good idea after all, he thinks to himself. Maybe he shouldn't have such lofty ideas? But he's not going to have another opportunity to do this. So he has to be brave.

“”What would you like to do, Hannie?”

“There’s something I’ve thought about doing for a while now. Buy you flowers.” He gestures to the flower shop across from your home.

Your eyes light up and a smile washes over your features. “I’d absolutely love that!” You squeeze his hand and look up at him. “I love you Hannie.” You say and kiss him on the lips.

“Noona, y-you can’t do that!” He stutters.

“Do what, sweetie?” You tease, and kiss him again. This time a little longer.

He pushes you away gently. “You’re getting me hard.” He whispers sternly and looks around to make sure no one can notice.

“Okay, Han. No public display of affection. Got it.” You pinch his chubby cheek.

The flower shop isn't very big, but it manages to accommodate so many flowers and bouquets that fill every corner and surface. Han takes in the floral scents, and the vibrancy of the colors, and smiles when his eyes land on what he's looking for.

"Can I help you with anything?" the shop owner asks cheerfully.

"Yes, can I please have the bouquet of purple tulips?" he says proudly.

The owner, who's name tag says 'Jules', takes the bouquet back to the counter to ring up the price. "That will be $60."

That's right. He has no money. He closes his eyes for a moment, berating himself. Of course he can't pay. He has no bank account. No identification. He's not a citizen of... anywhere really. He's an alien.

"That's okay, I've got it. He forgot his wallet today." You step in from out of nowhere and take care of paying for the flowers.

Ashamed by his inadequacy, Han steps away from the counter, and busies himself by looking at the corner with some potted houseplants. He quite likes the houseplants you own, often sitting underneath the leaves pretending to be somewhere outdoors. He chuckles to himself at how silly that sounds when movement behind one of the pot plants catches his eye.

Intrigued, he crouches down and ever so slowly nudges one of the plants to the side. His eyes widen and he almost stumbles backward when he sees a little man, the size of a Ken doll, looking up at him.

The same man that he’s seen kissing and holding Jules the shop owner multiple times.

Han blinks, not believing what he is seeing, but when he opens his eyes the little man is gone. Where did he go? Did he imagine it? He starts shifting plant pots around, desperately trying to find him.

"Hannie. I'm done now." you call to him from the shop entrance.

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"Hannie, what's wrong?" You ask as you both step outside onto the sidewalk. "Is it about paying for these?" You hold up the tulips.

"No, Noona. It's not that." He turns to look back at the shop.

"Han? You look like you've seen a ghost. Are you okay? Are you feeling okay?" You press your hand to his forehead. Sweaty and warm. Is he getting sick?

"I'm fine. Just... the forty eight hours are coming to an end tonight." He frowns.

You drop your head. You have been trying your best not to think about it. Today was so perfect, spending time with Han like a proper couple. It felt so heartwarming watching him with his big, curious eyes as he interacted with his surroundings.

You take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the flowers. "What made you choose these?" you ask him curiously.

"Well," He starts, as you begin to walk back towards your home. "From what I read on the internet they are a symbol of perfect love." He smiles sheepishly. "It also said that they symbolize rebirth, as well as being known to help us let go of the past and embrace the future with renewed optimism and hope." he adds, proud to have remembered the details he'd read.

"I think that sounds perfect." You smile warmly and kiss him on the cheek.

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Dinner is a quiet affair. The quietest it’s ever been. Usually at dinner time you share your day with each other, listening intently, offering advice or support, or whatever each of you needed that night. Tonight you’re both thinking about the same thing. That your time together like this is coming to an end. Neither of you want to talk about the elephant in the room, so you both stay silent.

After a while you see Han set his knife and fork on his plate and stand up, walking around to your side of the table. You look up at him and he offers his hand out to you. Wordlessy, you take it and let him lead you to your bedroom.

He’s not gentle as he pushes you down onto the mattress and practically rips your clothes off before climbing on top of you and taking you in a rough, heated kiss. He shoves his tongue past your lips and you thread your fingers through his hair to pull him into an even deeper, even more feral kiss. He pulls away only to remove his own garments, then he forces your legs apart so he can line his cock up to your entrance.

Without any preparation, or warning, he pushes the entire length of his cock into you in one go. You cry out at the intrusion, but part your legs further. You need him inside you, to consume you.

He’s careless with his thrusts, and his hands grope and squeeze, bruising your flesh. There’s a look of anger and resentment in his eyes. You know it’s not because of you, but at this whole situation. It feels so unfair to have a glimpse of how life could be, and know that it’s never going to be like this again. You love Hannie no matter what. But this feels so good too. Why? Why let you experience this, only to have torn away so quickly?

“Are you gonna remember me like this forever, Noona? How full I make you? How deep inside you I am? How hard I can fuck you?” He growls. “Tell me. Tell me you’ll never forget it. Cos I’m never going to forget how your pussy feels around me. Squeezing me tight. Tell me I’m your favorite. Tell me I feel better than anyone before me.”

Han’s words are aggressive, and so is the way he’s fucking you. But his voice is full of heartbreak and angst. You want him to give you everything. His sadness, his anger, you want him to take it out on you.

He thrusts his hips even harder against your body, and his cock slams into your cervix, causing you to cry out his name.

“Hannie!” You choke. He doesn’t slow down or go easy on you. You can barely breathe.

“Say it… please…Tell me your mine.” he sobs, but he doesn’t slow down.

“I’m yours, Hannie…forever.” you whimper.

He leans down over you, caging you underneath him. “Come for me. Come on my cock.” He growls, his hot breath against your ear. “I wanna feel your pussy choke me one last time.”

It’s too much and you come hard around him, sobbing against his shoulder.

“That’s it…Yes…Fuck! I’m coming too!” He grunts as he thrusts his hips a few more times and empties himself inside you.

You stay like this for a while. Breathless and sweating. Eventually, he lifts his head and looks down on you. “Did I hurt you?” He asks with a concerned expression.

You shake your head. “It was passionate. I needed you to fuck me like that.” You sigh. He closes his eyes softly in relief, then withdraws his softened cock from you.

Neither of you move to clean up, or even get a drink, or even say another word. You simply lay in the comfort of each other’s arms as though the world was about to end.

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You fall asleep first, but Han can't sleep. He doesn't want to sleep. So he watches you sleep instead. He cups your cheek. He needs to burn the image of this into his brain, for tomorrow his hand will barely be able to wrap around your pinky finger. These past forty eight hours were a dream come true, but he’s not sure how he’ll get over it either.

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You wake to find your bed empty. "Han?" You call out and search the bed, lifting the blankets. Sometimes he ends up tangled in them, but he isn't there.

You hop out of bed, slip on your robe and head out into the kitchen. You find him sitting on the windowsill above the sink. Small as ever. You feel a sadness in your chest and bite your lip as you approach him. "Hannie?" You say softly, leaning your arms on the counter next to the sink so your face is close to him.

"I'm okay Noona." he sighs, but doesn't turn to face you.

"You want me to fix you some breakfast before I go to work?" You ask hopefully, but he shakes his head.

The usual conversation that you have when you get ready for work is replaced with a heavy, awkward silence.

"You know, Hannie, you are perfect to me no matter what. Your personality, your heart - it’s bigger than that of any man in the world.” You say as you turn to leave the kitchen and head out the front door for work.

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Han hasn’t left the windowsill in days. He hasn’t washed, he's barely eaten. The spark you love so much in him has dimmed, and you’re frightened that it won't come back. It's not like you can get him therapy. No one knows about him. No one can know about him.

Every day you leave for work not knowing what you'll find when you return home. What if he’s left? What if he's-" No you won't let yourself even go there.

Those forty eight hours of him being big was not worth it, and if you could take it back and go back to how things were before, you'd do it in a heartbeat. You just want your Hannie back.

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Han knows you love him. But he can't help but feel depressed. He feels worse now than he has ever felt in his entire, albeit short, life. It's like him becoming big was some sick, cruel joke. Like it was to taunt him. To show him how good it could really be, how good it could really feel, to be a human, just to snatch it away from him.

It isn't just depression that's consuming him. It's an obsession with the flower shop and that little man he had seen that day.

For ten days now he’s stared at the shop hoping to catch a glimpse of...something... anything that might give him answers or closure. They know something. He can feel it.

Then finally it happens. Han hurries to a kneeling position, face pressed against the glass to catch a better look.

The man is back. As a human sized man. Han guesses he's seen this man maybe four times over as many months. He stands in the doorway waving to a customer before going back into the shop. It definitely looks like the little guy he saw standing by the pot plant.

You probably imagined it. You were probably over excited from the sex with Noona. Can sex make you hallucinate? Han isn't sure of anything anymore. Except that the miniature man was either imaginary, or, he has the answers Han's looking for.

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You leave work early and pick up a cheesecake. Han hasn’t eaten in days and you hope his favorite dessert might perk him up a little bit, even if it’s just a sugar rush.

You open your front door kicking your shoes off, and make your way upstairs to your main living area. The house is eerily quiet, even with a depressed Han it's too quiet. Something is off. Something is wrong.

“Hannie?” You call out. No answer. You place the cheesecake box on the counter. He’s not on his windowsill. Maybe he’s asleep somewhere? You check your bedroom next. He isn’t there either. You search every room, calling out his name.

Nothing.

He’s gone. He’s actually gone! Why? Why would he leave? Where would he go? What if he’s hurt? What if he’s - you gulp. You start to panic and begin to check everywhere again. Maybe he fell into a drawer? Maybe he’s stuck somewhere?

Again, nothing.

He really was gone.

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Han has never ventured out of the house by himself before. Well this month has been full of firsts, he thinks. Why not climb down the stairs and sneak out of a slightly ajar window?

He jumps down from the window sill and tumbles into the garden, surprisingly unscathed. He is on a mission and nothing is going to stop him.

Determination takes over any fear of being eaten by the neighbors cat, or being runover by a car, as he carefully treks across the road to the flower shop.

He hasn't even planned what he’s going to say. What if he's mistaken and the owner faints? What if she kills him? Or kidnaps him? Tortures him? No. He shakes his head. The lady was really nice the other day. People love to go to her shop. It'll be fine.

By the time Han reaches the threshold he is hot, sweaty and very thirsty. He looks up to looming doorway and swallows hard. Here goes nothing.

He slips inside, carefully seeking the cover of a nearby flower pot. The shop looks gigantic compared to last time he was there.

He notices something that he missed the last time. That the entire shop is set up suspiciously accessible for him. Like it was made for someone his size. Strings from buntings and signs dangle in such a way that Han would be able to reach just about any shelf he wished. Some shelves look to have mini rope ladders, and there seems to be plenty of places to hide and watch customers, or your Noona.

He quickly climbs up one of the rope ladders where he can get a better view of the sales counter. Jules is there finishing serving a customer. But where is the man?

Han doesn’t have to wait for long. The man emerges from a back storeroom with a gift bag for the customer.

“Oh Minho! You’re back in town!” The customer exclaims in a high pitch voice. “How was your work trip?” She gives this Minho a kiss on the cheek.

“Adventurous as usual.” He winks at her.

“Well it’s good to see you.” She takes her flowers and gift bag, smiling as she leaves the shop.

“Take care Mrs Maple!” Minho waves after her then turns to Jules. “Finally, I’ve got you alone, kitten.” He smirks and closes the gap between them. “Maybe we could close up for lunch? Head back into the storeroom?” He kisses her neck.

“You’re always so horny, Minho.” She teases. “Don’t think I don’t know you masturbate behind the flower pot while I work.”

Wait! What? Han’s eyes almost pop out of his head and he stumbles knocking an ornamental garden gnome off the shelf.

Jules and Minho’s eyes land on the smashed gnome. Then they lift their gaze, eyes landing straight on Han.

Fuck! He freezes to the spot.

The pair look confused and make their way over to where Han is standing pretending to be gnome himself, and crouch down so they are eye level with him.

“It’s the customer from the other day.” Jules remarks. “He didn’t have any money.” She adds.

Han crosses his arm and pouts.

“He’s the one I told you about. The one that saw me on the shelf.” Minho adds.

“Excuse me?” Han interrupts. “I was hoping you could help me. You see, I live across the street with my Noona. She was the woman I was with when I came in the other day. And…anyway… I sit in the window sill and watch the flower shop. Not in a creepy way.” He is sure to add. “And I’ve seen him…Minho, or whatever your name is,” he points to the man “a few times… Then when I came in, he… he was small.”

“And you were big.” Minhos’s eyes glisten and he rubs his chin deviously. “And now you’re small!”

“Exactly! And I need to know… are you one of those miniature companions like me? And if so, why do you keep getting big? And… and is it the same for all of us? Is it different depending on the batch? Do some of us get big and others don’t?” Han’s out of breath by the time he’s finished.

“What’s your name?” Jules asks kindly.

“Han.” He replies and plops down, crossing his legs.

“Han?” She repeats thoughtfully.

“Do you recognise the name, babe?” Minho enquires.

Jules nods. “Yes. I believe he was also part of the range I purchased you from. The Skz range. I don’t think he was ready yet. How long have you been with your owner?”

“Just on a year.” He replies.

Jules and Minho exchange looks, then turn back to Han.

“Well, Han, buddy,” he says. “I think we might be able to answer your questions.”

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Eventually, after tearing your house apart in the hopes to find Han and failing, you flop yourself on your couch feeling empty and numb. You don’t even notice that your doorbell is ringing, but then a loud knock on the door makes you almost jump out of your skin.

“Yeah okay, I’m coming!” You call out as you head downstairs. With a sigh, you open the front door to find the woman who owns the flower shop across the street, and a man who you’ve seen a few times around the place, standing there. The woman holds a basket in her hands, and the man holds an amused look on his face.

Great. You’re not in the mood for interaction.

The woman’s eyes widen when she sees your tear streaked face.

“Uh, sorry to bother you. I’m Jules. From the flower shop across the street.” She smiles awkwardly. “And this is my, um, partner, Minho.” She gestures to the man next to her.

You continue to stand there, saying nothing.

Jules coughs, clearing her throat. “We’ve brought your Hannie home.” She declares.

“Noona!” Han’s head pops out of the basket.

Your hand comes up to cover your mouth. “Why do you have my Han?” You choke. Your eyes dart from Jules to Minho, confused and scared. Han is supposed to be a secret. You can’t have outsiders knowing about him.

“I went to them, Noona. They have something to tell you! Can’t you let us inside already?” He whines.

A whining Han is a good sign. You nod and usher them inside.

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You’re back on your couch, this time with Jules and Minho on the couch across from you, and your little Hannie on the cushion next to you. You’re relieved he’s back, but also so mad at his reckless behavior. He could’ve gotten himself killed. He and Minho are enjoying a piece of cheesecake, like this is some normal afternoon gathering of friends.

“So you have something to tell me?” You say looking to Jules.

“We do. You see, Han came to us because he saw my miniature companion in the flower shop the day you both came in.” She starts.

Your eyes widen. “You know about them? You’ve got one?”

Jules nods. “Yes. Minho here is my companion.”

“Hi.” He waves.

“He’s your companion?” You arch an eyebrow.

“Yes, he’s got his monthly grown up pants on at the moment, but most of the time he’s small like Han.” She nods her head towards Han.

You shake your head in disbelief. “One minute Han is doll sized, then suddenly out of nowhere he’s big.”

“She really didn’t read the manual, hey Han?” Minho chuckles.

“Then I find out there’s another tiny man running around across the street?” You continue, ignoring Minho’s remark.

“Hey, I’m far from tiny!” Minho turns to you with a deadly glare.

“Calm down sweetie.” Jules pats his thigh. “He’s not really cold and cynical.” She reassures you.

“He’s cocky isn’t he?” You say lightheartedly to Jules but your eyes are firmly on Minho. “You know you were able to read their traits on the website and select accordingly?” You say jokingly.

“That’s why she chose me. For my cock-iness.” Minho leans back into the couch.

“He was the only one who was cat friendly. I have three cats, you see.” Jules playfully punches Minho in the arm.

“Hah! You love my cock-y personality.”

“I do.” Jules admits and leans against him.

The pair are fascinating, but you need to know more. “What did you mean by monthly grown up pants?” You ask.

“Once a month I grow into the size of a human for two days.” Minho shares. “It’s a fault in the Skz manufacturing process.”

“You didn’t receive the recall email from the company?” Jules turns back to you surprised.

You shake your head.

“There was a form in the back of...the manual...that you could send in so you’d receive any important information. Like recalls and such.”

“Noona only read up to the part where it says I can ejaculate.” Han pipes up, his mouth full of food.

“Hannie! Don’t, you’re embarrassing me. Sorry, he hasn’t been socialized.” You say bashfully.

“I think these two will become best friends.” Jules laughs looking at the two men. “Han did say this whole human size situation came as a surprise to you both.”

“I feel so stupid. I didn’t read the whole manual. I’m such an irresponsible companion owner.”

“There was a recall on the Skz range because they were only supposed to grow big the once, not once every month. Purchasers were given the option to return the companion if they chose.”

“And she chose to keep me.” Minho adds.

“Would you have sent me back, Noona? If you’d known about the recall?” Han looks up at you with his boba eyes.

“Of course not. I love you. I just wish I’d known all this so we could have been prepared. Looked forward to it, even.”

“It’s okay, Noona. I think it has worked out for the best this way.” He looks at each of you. “I’ve finally got friends!” He says gleefully.

Jules and Minho leave shortly after, to have some alone time before his “grown up pants become too big”.

Han is exhausted from his adventure, and just wants to snuggle up on your chest and watch anime. Neither of you say much. There's no point in being angry at him for venturing out alone, and you're just happy to have him back in one piece.

Neither of you are really watching the anime either. Instead you're both smiling inwardly, imagining what life is going to look like from now on.

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A little update on our y/n and Hannie:

Over the next year, Han and Minho have become inseparable, spending almost as much time with each other as they do with you and Jules.

You’ve introduced Han to your family. He was so nervous at first, but once he realized they approved of him, he was okay.

He learned to play guitar, and even commissioned a guitar maker to make a scaled down working model of an acoustic guitar so he can play whenever he feels like it.

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demonslayerunhinged · 2 months ago

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how different do you think demon slayer would've been if they had modern stuff like phones, social media, video games, better transportation, T H E R A P Y?

Would there be constant online arguments between the hashira and the upper moons?

Just curious on what you think would happen if this were the case

Hi anon! Sorry for the late reply! Here are my headcanons with a little SaneGiyuu sprinkled in of course.

The Hashiras and the Upper Moons would definitely have Whatsapp chat groups where the Master would call them for meetings, they would discuss about their missions and they would clown on Giyuu 😂

The therapy would be one of those closed room sections where they can rant about their colleagues and missions kinda like the way contestants do in Big Brother or Total Drama Island.

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The Infinity Castle would be an office similar to how it is in the Gakuen. Akaza is desperate to make Rengoku a demon because he needed a (boy)friend in his toxic workplace.

Kokushibo is the bossy, know-it-all who thinks he's the second boss, he definitely has the company logo as his social media profile pic and talks about putting the company first yada yada yada

Douma is the snake that pretends to be nice to you but talks about you when you're not around, preys on the new female hires, and has a special seat reserved for him in the HR department.

Nakime is the colleague that keeps to herself, does their work, doesn't really talk to anyone and peaces out once it's 5.

Gyokko is the suck up who tries to see how far they can push their nose up the boss's ass to get a promotion or recognition.

Hantengu is the old head that pretends to be incompetent and pitiful so that you'll end up doing all their work

Gyutaro and Daki are the gen-z types that hate the job but need the money, won't stop questioning authority and who you're secretly jealous of because of their gutsy behavior.

Akaza is the only sane one who has an already drafted resignation letter saved on his computer desktop that he wants to submit every Monday or everytime Douma opens his mouth. He copes by scrolling through office/shitty colleague memes, snorting coffee and dreaming up fantasies about the office exploding.

Douma has been banned from the Upper Moon group chat for posting too many memes and Blue Spider lily troll posts.

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Giyuu constantly forgets the gate code to the Master's mansion when there's a Hashira meeting and when he asks on the group chat the other Hashiras mostly ignore him.

Sanemi dms him and gives him the code after calling him a dumbass.

Gyomei is always posting cat pictures and videos on the group chats.

Tengen takes a selfie during every mission and posts ot on his status.

Giyuu's driver is always late because he is old and always forgets where Giyuu's house is but Giyuu doesn't have the heart to fire him because the driver cares for him like a grandson.

Sanemi drives himself to his missions.

Rengoku always types in capital letters and Obanai is always asking why he's shouting.

Mitsuri has an Instagram where she posts about fashion, her cats and food. Obanai likes every post, he also likes every Mitsuri group chat post no matter how silly it is.

Whenever Rengoku goes on missions, he always visits the restaurants in the area and gives ratings and reviews on Google Maps.

Muichiro, Genya, Kanao, Inosuke, Zenitsu and Tanjiro spend their free time on their shared Minecraft server making cool builds.

Zenitsu screams whenever there's a creeper around, Inosuke just runs towards it like an idiot. He has the highest respawn rate out of any of them.

Tanjiro always greets each of the villagers he encounters, he's even nice to the traveling merchant. He also has a lot of dogs and cats. His base is in the jungle because of the pandas. He likes to explore and collect lots of resources.

Muichiro, Kanao and Inosuke like to explore the caves. Inosuke likes to sneak into Zenitsu's base and steal his stuff. He also has a lot of dogs which he calls the Hoard.

Kanao makes fancy builds and has a lot of xp, food and resource farms because she values efficiency and she always shows off her builds to Shinobu and the butterfly girls. She's the first one in the group to get netherite armor and sword.

Inosuke is banned from several stores and malls especially Walmart.

Sanemi and Obanai play COD together and bully/kill teammates or other players who are misogynistic and shout slurs.

Giyuu saves the Hashira's names formally on his phone but saves Sanemi's with his first name.

Giyuu and Sanemi text each other constantly and Sanemi always asks if he's eaten and offers to cook food for Giyuu at his place.

Shinobu always trolls Giyuu on the groupchat and she's banned from several pharmacies for her questionable requests about poisons but has settled for ordering them from the dark web.

She's currently on a watchlist for her ties to several eco-terrorist groups. She had a channel where she talked about poisons and bombs but it was taken down by YouTube.

She often takes the butterfly girls for ice cream and they have movie nights. Her favorite movie is Jennifer's Body and Mean Girls, least to say Aoi and Kanao are very concerned for her.

Muichiro always has to explain gen-z slang and memes to Gyomei.

Tengen is always posting thirst traps on Instagram along with pictures of his wives.

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Kokushibo always handles Muzan's Amazon orders. Muzan orders a lot of hair products, he shops at designer stores and has a Sephora membership card.

Gyutaro and Daki are always bullying kids on Roblox and griefing peoples builds on public Minecraft servers.

Gyokko's Instagram page features his pots and 'art pieces', Hantengu likes all his posts.

Akaza listens to Avril Lavigne and posts about his colleagues and how he hates his job on Reddit and Tumblr.

The Infinity Castle wifi password is Muzan4prez set by Douma of course.

Nakime's favorite channel is HGTV because she's always looking for ideas on how to redecorate the Infinity Castle.

Muzan always watches E! especially when the Awards Season comes around. He's especially fond of the Met Gala. His favorite show is Hell's Kitchen.

Kokushibo likes watching the National Geographic channel and NatGeo wild on occasion.

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The Master always forces Shinobu, Sanemi, Obanai and Giyuu to have professional therapy sessions. He also checks up on them to make sure they go every week and bribes them with movie nights with him.

He always posts motivational quotes and positive messages for the Hashira but isn't above posting memes and troll posts every once in a while. Sanemi likes all of his posts, chats and comments.

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That's all I can think of for now. The slaying of the demons will be the same, they would still use katanas because they're more efficient than guns.

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

We have been busy little bees this week!

Old Business:

Angel Fish Awards - The post for June went up this past week and you can click here to see a long list of awesome fic recs!

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition - We had another great chat this weekend about 2.15 Tall Tales and 2.16 Roadkill! Click here to access the Archive and see all of the things we discussed from each episode! Also, the theme docs are now up to date and fully cross-referenced. Feel free to add any notes of your own to the episode docs, and if you see any errors like incorrect links, send a message to @mrswhozeewhatsis!

Competitive Writing Sprints - Admin Michelle hosted a two-hour session of writing sprints where 5 participants wrote a total of 7207 words over 4 sprints!! The leader of the pack was @rainythursdaynight with a whopping 2629 words written! Congrats to them and to all those who joined us! Admin MJ will be hosting another session of sprints next weekend on Sunday, so you'll have more chances to compete!

Reader Insert Writing Challenge: Gender Studies - A couple of weeks ago, we announced a new writing challenge, focusing on gender stereotypes. The idea was spawned from teaching ourselves how to write a gender-neutral reader-insert character. In order to be more aware of what gender stereotypes need to be stripped away, we can lean into them by writing the same trope or prompt with both genders. If you're interested in doing this challenge, drop a message to @mrswhozeewhatsis! For more info on this challenge, click here!

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Competitive Writing Sprints - As we said above, Admin MJ will be hosting some writing sprints next weekend on Sunday morning! Come participate, add words to your WIP, and win fabulous prizes!

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gothhabiba · 11 months ago

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How to tell if your eSim has been activated: Nomad desktop

Navigate to getnomad.app/ in your web browser and sign in with the email and password you used to buy the eSim.

At the top right of the screen, to the left of the blue oval button that says "My Account," click "Manage" to open a drop-down menu. Click "Manage Plans."

Here you will see all of the plans that are current and not expired.

Click on a plan to open its details page. If the plan is not active, red-orange text will read "not yet started" in the circle to the right.

Usually, a plan only begins to count down to expiry once it is installed, but Nomad also has a set date (from the purchase of the eSim) that it will begin counting down to expiry regardless of whether it is installed. You can see this date under where it says "Service: Data Only" on the left. As of January 2024, the Connecting Humanity team has asked people to reply to the email they sent containing the QR code for any inactive eSim that is about to begin auto-expiry (see instructions below).

If the plan is active, a blue meter will show the data usage around the circumference of the circle to the right, and the amount of data used will be printed inside the circle; the amount of time left before the eSim expires will be shown at the left, under the area that says "Service: Data Only" and above the blue button that says "Add more data."

How to top up a plan

Don’t let the plan expire if data is still being used! Just before the validity is up, or before the available data runs out, click the blue button at the bottom that says “Add more data,” scroll down and select one of the plans, then click the blue button at the bottom reading “Checkout” to top up the plan.

How to tell which plan is which

If you’ve sent multiple eSims from the same app to the Connecting Humanity team, some are active and some aren’t, and you’re not sure which e-mail to reply to to tell the team that that plan is still inactive—

I’ve figured this out by visually comparing the QR codes. Click on an inactive plan. Click the button towards the bottom of the page that says “Installation Instruction,” just to the right of the blue button that says "My Plans."

Scroll down. Under where it says "Add eSim to your phone," expand the menu titled "Install eSIM via QR code or Manual Input."

Scroll down a bit. To the right of the blue button that says "Manual Input" is a greyed-out button that says "QR code." Toggle over to the QR code. The QR code for this plan will appear right under the menu.

Now find the e-mail for a Nomad plan that you sent during October, November, or the first two weeks of December and visually compare to see if the QR code matches. If it does, then that means this plan is not yet active, and you should send a reply to this e-mail to let the team know.

If you can't visually compare QR codes, take a screenshot of both QR codes and upload the image files to an online QR code reader to get the data they're encoding in a text format; then compare the text to see if it matches.

Note: Only do this on desktop if you originally purchased the plan and sent the QR code on desktop. The QR code for the same plan looks completely different on desktop from how it looks in the app.

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hoofpeet · 1 year ago

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hi!!! I have a tendency to forget that it’s possible to interact with people online but! i thought I’d let you know that your art has been a huge inspiration to me. Your art style, coloring, characters, and humor are all amazing. I genuinely have never been into ANYTHING pokémon related and I still stuck around and came to love how you portray pokémon characters and your ocs.

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feel free to do whatever you want with this message, delete it or whatever. I feel like a elementary school kid writing to their favorite author lol

//Keeping this post saved in my draft folder to look at forever ..

#mailbox #ough .. thank you tho !!#this is v nice i'm going to keep it to look at sometimes #ough . ough #(+also yeah it's fine to print off whatever !!)

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voltriq · 1 year ago

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I didn't know MicroPCs were a thing until I read your post and now I'm super interested! I didn't think getting a "desktop" was possible for me since I don't have the space/money for a big tower, but this might be a game changer. However, I don't know which ones are good? All the ones I'm finding on Amazon are brands I've never heard of with few reviews.

Okay so you're looking for the micro form factor, not necessarily a micropc (which sometimes means a self-contained pc in a sealed case for bargain basement prices that, generally speaking, I would want to do a lot of testing on before I'd trust one.)

Sticking with the big 3 brands again you'd be looking for the Lenovo Tiny line, the Dell Micro Form Factor, and the HP Mini desktop.

These are, generally speaking, business machines and have a higher entry price than your average desktop. However, they are also easier to upgrade than a laptop so as long as you start with a decent processor you can get lower specs on the RAM and the SSD and upgrade them at a later date.

You can also look for open box and manufacturer refurbs if you want to save some money. Desktops are a better option for refurbished computers than laptops, and business desktops are generally pulled from environments where they saw light duty. If you - or anyone - is going to look at refurbished computers I think you should still look for the specs described in the inital post but it is even more important than with a new computer purchase to pay attention to the generation of the processor; you absolutely don't want anything more than a few years old - as of now, August 2023, I wouldn't buy anything older than a 10th-generation i5/i7 processor in a refurbished device, and if it was a 10th gen I'd have a heavy preference for the i7 over the i5.

But you may be able to get some savings simply by looking for older gen processors on new devices - here's a very reasonably priced dell with great specs and a 10th-gen processor that is new in box. ($670 for an i5-10th gen, 32GB RAM, a 1TB SSD, and a Pro OS).

And if you have a VESA mount monitor, there are all kinds of brackets that are available online and compatible with pretty much all extra small form factor PCs for about $15-$40.

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written-in-flowers · 2 years ago

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Lost Blossoms

Pairing: Raffy x Plussize!reader

Fandom: Consent (2023)

Genre: smut, slight angst

Word count: 15k (a hefty boy, I know)

Tags: dub-con, bullying, fat-shaming, fatphobia (from others), blackmail, extortion, drug use, alcohol use, pet names, slight daddy dom, light dom/sub themes, pet names, breast/nipple play, oral sex (m and f giving/receiving), semi-public sex, car sex, tipsy sex, vaginal fingering, handjobs, protected sex

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‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

You sighed to yourself. You don’t know why you keep typing it in; you already know it’s not there. Only twenty-four hours ago, Reddit user CherryBlossom_03 deleted her channel and all the posts, videos, links, and comments that came with it. All the hours of setting up scenes, the physical effort it took you to do your scenes, and the money spent buying lingerie and sex toys went down the drain. Your body still buzzed with nerves whenever you thought about it.

You originally started with posting your smut stories online for other people to enjoy, but then Daniel broke up with you. He said his mates ragged on him when they found out he was seeing you. Daniel was lean, tall, and handsome. You’re fat. He’s considered attractive. You’re not. A part of you always knew he’d been ashamed to like you, and that he’d kept you a secret from people. It hurt, but back then, you tolerated it because you feared being alone. You thought when he ended things, you wouldn’t be so hurt, yet you were. You remembered crying your eyes out, sobbing hard enough to hurt your throat. The break up left you feeling disgusted with yourself; looking into mirrors whenever you changed made you hate yourself even more.

But one day, whilst posting your newest story on Reddit, you came across other plus size girls posting risque photos and videos of themselves online. They exude so much confidence and self-love. One of the girls you followed told you it really boosted her self-esteem. You decided you’d give it a shot. You set up your camera, wore some lacy undergarments, and took a few photos, cropping out your face in most of them. Being a bit thicker in certain places, you never really liked your body before. Even looking at yourself in the photos was difficult. Yet, when people started commenting on the lingerie photoshoots, saying everything from ‘cute fit’ to ‘let me suck your toes’, it boosted your confidence a bit.

You started doing it more, mainly posting photos. Then, you started going even farther like strip teases and posing completely nude. That eventually evolved into using sex toys you’d bought online without your parents knowing. You realized you needed a persona, a sort of alter-ego to avoid creeps from finding you. You came up with the username CherryBlossom_03, going simply by Blossom, since Cherry alone sounded dumb. Whilst Y/N is a sixth form student who likes books and playing the violin. Blossom was a soft girl, sweet and bubbly. She wore lots of pastel colors, pleated skirts and shorts, and spoke in a soft, innocent voice that made her viewers drool. It became easier once you learned to separate both yourself and Blossom.

“Alright, class,” your teacher, Ms. Parkinson, spoke over the general chatter of the room. You tucked your phone away, and sat up straight, “Allow me to take roll call, and then we’ll begin. Alice?”

Blossom’s good run came to an end yesterday. You’d come home from orchestra practice to find your mother and father sitting in the lounge waiting for you. By the stern expressions on their faces, you worried something bad happened. It did.

“Y/N?”

“Present.”

They’d discovered your profile. Your mother came across it when she accidentally bumped your desktop mouse and the last thing you saw popped up. You did not believe her story for a single minute. From your deductions, they must’ve suspected your secretiveness, and all those hours spent in your bedroom, and wanted to see what you did in there. They told you that what you’d done was stupid, and could damage your life if the wrong person discovered the photos. You’re going to Burlingdale College, a prestigious elitist school, on a scholarship. If the school found out, they’d pull the scholarship. If they learned you’d worn a tighter, shorter version of your uniform, they might expel you. They forced you to delete the page, and erase any videos or photos you might’ve kept. They took away the toys, but they let you keep the underwear since you’d bought it and they’re only clothes. You felt as if they’d ripped a piece of your body away. Blossom became such an important part of yourself, that having to give her up tore you up. It was similar to losing a close friend or a relative. When you’d been stocking away the sex toys, you felt like you were putting away the old things of a deceased loved one. You cried for ages, though you didn’t let anyone hear you.

“Okay, now that we’re all here,” Ms. Parkinson said, “Let us turn our books to page 94 and start talking about the ancient civilizations of the world.”

You had difficulty concentrating in class. Your heart lamented over the thousands of followers you’d gained over the course of the year. A part of you considered bringing her back simply for your own healing, but you knew your parents watched you now. Your parents placed parental controls on your desktop and laptop, so they could see what you’re doing on your computers. However, they knew nothing about VPNs. You installed it into your computer, and simply renamed all the files to innocuous things. With how busy your parents are, you doubted they checked on your business too often. As long as you did not raise suspicion, they had no reason to check in on you. But, thinking about it, it sounded like so much work. The backups you thought you had were wiped out by your dad’s scan through your files. You’d have to redo them all over again.

‘If you wanted to feel good about yourself, you should just post things on your social media,’ your mother advised.

‘Or put all that time and effort into your music lessons instead of pornography.’

“You’re quiet today,” Natalie leaned over to you once Ms. Parkinson set writing tasks. “I thought you’d be buzzing about the party tonight.” She looked over at you, “You are coming, right?”

“Of course.”

Blossom’s “death” killed your anticipation for your friend’s birthday party. You’d searched for the right outfit, the right makeup look, and accessories for ages. You didn’t go to parties that often, so this would’ve been a highlight for you. But, your newly formed gray clouds rained on your excitement.

“Good,” she nudged you, “It won’t be as fun without you.”

You looked over at her. Round-faced, dark-skinned, with long thin plaits going down her back, Natalie Brown was the second recipient of Burlingdale’s full scholarship. You’d met during the examination process before term began. Both of you coming from lower class families, you’d bonded over the fact you both were aliens in this elitist world. You often liked teasing her for being the second accepted, whilst you’d been the first.

“Oh hush,” you scoffed, jotting down your long-form answer.

“I didn’t think you’d want to go,” she replied, with a small laugh. “Since, you know, Daniel’s going to be there with his mates and all that.”

“I’m not going to let someone like Daniel Burgess ruin my good time.” Your recent deletion blew Daniel from your mind completely.

“I take it you’re over it then?”

“Very over it. I couldn’t be any more over it.”

“Who are we over?” Alice turned her head to look at both of you.

Alice, fair with dirty blond curls tied back, stared at you with large blue eyes. Unlike you and Natalie, she came from a well-off family who could afford the fees. Not that either of you resented her. You’d originally met one another on the first day of term, but didn’t speak until your first orchestra practice. She played clarinet; you played the violin. You liked Alice more than most of the people in the orchestra. It was for her and her twin brother who the party was for.

“Daniel,” you answered. “Nat says he’s coming to your birthday party.”

“I couldn’t help it,” she said, “He’s dating Charlotte now, and I invited her. She told me she’s bringing him whether anyone likes it or not.”

You turned to a corner of the room where Charlotte sat, working and chatting with another classmate. Charlotte, with her black hair and sultry eyes, is every teenage boy’s dream. She had the slim curves and slender legs of a supermodel. You imagined she ensnared Daniel rather easily. She could have anyone she wanted. Girls like you had to settle for the desperate nerds and creeps who thought fat girls were easy. You wished you could say Daniel and you shared a special kind of love, but you’d be lying. Daniel only did romantic things in hopes of getting laid. The fact he hid you from people did not help either. He never went out in public with you; he never met up with you at school. You’d hoped he’d stop caring what his friends thought and maybe be a real boyfriend. Often, you pictured him walking you to class holding hands, him leaving love notes and flowers in your locker, or even writing you songs and singing them for you with his guitar. All the romance you read about in your books did not exist in the real world.

Girls like you did not get romantic happy-ever-afters. You got shut-up-and-accept-it-ever-after.

“Hey,” Alice smacked your hand lightly, “You’re prettier than her.”

You scoffed, “No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Charlotte’s a total bitch,” Natalie whispered to you. “You’re a sweetie,” she smiled at you.

“And incredibly talented,” Alice added.

“You two don’t have to butter me up,” you smirked. “I’m still coming to the party.”

They both laughed before Ms. Parkinson caught you all talking. You resumed your work, and your mind went back to Daniel and Charlotte. No doubt he’s not ashamed of being seen with her. That bitter person inside you suspected he’d gotten with her while he was with you. He moved on from you fairly easily, while you thought you’d never be happy again. You imagined he bragged to all his friends that he’s dating Charlotte, the prettiest girl in their class. You hated him. You hated her. You hated yourself. Losing Daniel did not hit you as hard as losing Blossom. Blossom’s “death” took away pieces of your soul. Daniel’s harsh break up removed parts of your heart. You knew you’d eventually heal and move on, but right now, you couldn’t think of anything else.

“Daniel was a dick anyways,” said Natalie once classes ended and you walked out of the room. “He was embarrassed to be seen with you. Why are you moping over a guy who was ashamed of you?”

“I don’t know…It felt nice, I guess, to have a guy pay attention to me,” you shrugged. “Like, I know I’m not supposed to care what boys think of me and that I don’t need their validation for my self-worth but, it’s nice sometimes. Daniel made me feel pretty. He made me feel lovable.”

“You are lovable, you idiot,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “There are so many wonderful things about you, and you’ll find a guy who sees those things and isn’t concerned with what his mates think.”

You stopped by your locker, using your key to open it. Stuffing some books inside, you said, “Still…it was nice.”

A giggle from nearby caught your attention. Charlotte stood at her locker a few feet from you. Daniel was there. He’d taken her by surprise, grabbing her around the waist and turning her to kiss her. In full view of everyone, he kissed her. He never did that with you. He always stood away, acting more like a friend or an acquaintance than a lover. You turned your head back to your locker, though your senses couldn’t let them go. Another painful sting hit your chest when you saw the picture plastered inside your locker door. A fan made a sticker set for Blossom with her sexy catchphrases. You taped your favorite to the metal door, so at the end of term, you can peel the tape instead of the sticker. It was an outline of your naked body with cherry blossom flowers blooming from between your thick thighs.

“I can’t believe you have that in your locker,” Natalie laughed, not having seen Daniel and Charlotte. “If a teacher saw that, you’d get into trouble for sure.”

“It’s only a sticker,” you reasoned, a murmuring of Daniel’s deep voice from nearby. “It’s body positivity,” you lied.

‘I miss you, sweet Blossom,’ you thought solemnly. ‘We had a good run.’

“I need to know where you found them then,” she said, as you closed your locker. “They’re so well done.”

“A friend sent them to me,” you said, “I can show them to you.”

Natalie’s mood changed when she spotted Daniel and Charlotte walking ahead, holding hands. “I hope the outfit you’re wearing is ultra hot,” she told you, “Because if that prick is there, you can definitely make him regret dumping you for her.”

“Oh please,” you snorted, shaking your head.

“I mean it,” she said. “You got those little curves of yours!”

She poked your hip and you moved away, laughing. Your curves are far from “little”. You’d inherited your mother’s hourglass figure, but yours stretched farther than hers. If you wore the right clothes, you did look pretty. Your followers praised your figure all the time, not bothered at all by your round belly fat or flabby biceps. But, of course, outside the internet, you received different comments and treatment was considerably harsh at times.

Alice came up between both of you, and said, “Alright, so are we all ready for tonight?”

“I am.”

“Me too. I can’t wait,” you added an extra excited bubble to your tone.

“Awesome,” she smiled. “Tonight is going to be insane. My mum’s given Archie and I the house to ourselves for the night, but she says upstairs is out of bounds, of course.”

Alice went into more party details as you exited the school. You’re surprised you’re even going, since you’d been sure your parents wouldn’t let you. Though, you guess they saw it as a night to themselves. You did not want to think about what that meant.

Parting from Natalie and Alice, you headed over to the field behind the school. The long way home is going from the main entrance, then walking along the sidewalk and then around in a big square to reach your street. Considering the turmoil slowly rising inside you again, you wanted to get home quickly today; thankfully, you didn’t have orchestra practice since Mrs. Lee is out sick. You walked onto the rugby field where you spotted the team practicing. Boys in blue sweaters and shorts ran through plays and exercises. Your heart dropped when you spotted Daniel amongst them. Quickly, you turned your face forward and kept your distance. You thought you’d be in the clear, since they’re occupied and you’re far away. But, you’d been too hopeful.

As you came to level with the core of the group, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Hey Fraser,” you recognized Daniel’s voice anywhere. He used your surname as if that’d bring more formality between you. It meant neither of you shared any intimacy anymore. “I think you’re going the wrong way! The city zoo is on the other side of town!”

“They elephant trainers are looking for you!” called out another voice. You recognized it as belonging to Kojo, a dark-skinned youth who sometimes hung around with Daniel. “We wouldn’t want to worry them, would we?!”

They all laughed at their dumb, unoriginal taunts before their coach called for attention. The break up with Daniel already punctured holes inside you. Now, Daniel’s treatment of you in front of people plunged the knife in even deeper. You imagined he never told his friends anything about you until they found out on their own. You continued walking, their laughter carrying until it died out, and reached the exit gate. Closing it behind you, you turned to watch Daniel from the shadows of the trees. Broad with long-limbs, you’d missed feeling his dark curls through your fingers, and how it felt laying on his hard chest. Dark brown eyes that used to look on you fondly now mocked you. You recalled how he’d looked at Charlotte earlier, and you held back a sob.

Blossom. Blossom, who’d been a piece of your identity, truly left a hole where that confidence once was. Before the delete, you would’ve gone home to make some updates, post a few porn snippets and teasers for your next video. Your parents both work during the day, so you always had a few hours before they came home. Now, you only have your violin waiting for you at home.

Your phone pinged in your jacket pocket as you walked up the drive to your front door. But, you didn’t look at the text until you’d finally come inside.

Danny <3: Sorry about the joke. It was really mean of me.

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t believe he still had your number saved; you kicked yourself for not deleting his number right away. You went to your bedroom, and put your belongings down. You’d been setting your music sheets on the stand in the corner of your room when your phone went off again.

Danny <3: Can we talk? I know you’re going to Archie’s party tonight. Maybe I can see you there.

‘Aren’t you supposed to be going with Charlotte? You know, YOUR GIRLFRIEND????’ you typed back angrily, smashing keys so much you kept having to rewrite them.

Danny <3: I am, but we can still chat somewhere private.

“Daniel, can I ask you something?”

Danny <3: Anything, beautiful.

“Did the dick head shop have a discount on audacity today?? You really got some fucking nerve texting me when you dumped me, started dating someone else, and just called me a fucking elephant in front of your asshole mates.’ Those hot tears finally spilled down your cheeks, blurring your vision and drying out your mouth. ‘Don’t text me ever again. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I hate you. Leave me alone.’

Danny <3: Come on, baby. Don’t be like that. It’s just that my mates wouldn’t get it. They’d think I’d have some weird fetish and rag on me. Bro banter is different from girl banter. Let’s just talk about it.

“There’s nothing to talk about. Bye, Daniel.”

You blocked his number, and put your phone screen down. The desire to play violin sunk out of you. You left your violin where it was to crash onto your bed, the sobs coming fast and hot. You felt so alone. You normally turned to your followers when you felt particularly sad, since their encouragement and comments lifted your spirits. Blossom. Oh sweet Blossom. Where are you with your confidence and sass? You wished more than anything you could bring it back without needing the blog. It’d sound weird to anyone outside of it.

A small ding on your phone came a few minutes later. You didn’t particularly care about Instagram notifications, since it was also ‘so-and-so- just posted their story!’ or ‘so-and-so and this-person posted stuff today!’. Yet, curiosity stroked your back and you opened the app.

‘DannyBBoy messaged you!’

DannyBBoy: Seriously?? You blocked my number?? Wtf, Y/N? I was trying to be nice by talking it out.

‘No, you want to talk it out because you want to keep fucking me behind Charlotte’s back. I’m not a whore you can have whenever you like. Fuck off.’

His name message stung the most:

DannyBBoy: You were when I was hitting it from the back a few nights ago.

You did not respond, and blocked him. You proceeded to do it on the other platforms as well. Wanting to wash him from your brain, you searched yourself on Reddit again. Anything relating to you popped up. The moderators of the community you’d been a part of made a post about your blog being deleted. People wrote about how sad they’d be since they liked your stories; others said they wished they’d saved your videos or photos. It broke your heart, so you turned the app off and switched back to Instagram. You’d liked one of Alice’s posts about her party coming up when a notification came up again. When you pressed it out of curiosity, you found a bit of a surprise.

Raffy Barton had liked one of your photos. Raffy was one of Daniel’s rugby friends. Skinny with long blond hair, you’d find him cute if you didn’t already know he wouldn’t be interested. You opened the picture in question. A selfie you’d taken before going for a girls’ night with your friends, you wore a draping halter top and tight jeans. It was dated a few weeks ago. Why did he like it now? He wasn’t following you either. It struck you as strange. You supposed he probably planned on finding an embarrassing picture to bring up someway. You had no headspace for pricks like Raffy Barton, so you locked your phone to put aside.

There, you laid on your bed and mourned a person who did not exist.

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‘Search: CherryBlossom_03 *user not found*’

What a shame, he thought, closing out the app on his phone. He’d rather enjoyed the porn blogger’s content. Her photos sparked arousal in him, of course, but there’d been something artistic about them. He could tell she put a lot of time and thought into her content; not to mention, her writings definitely stirred his imagination. He isn’t a big reader, but her steamy, smutty stories gave him serious boners. She was much kinkier than any girl he’d ever hooked up with before. He particularly liked that they shared a lot of the same fantasies and kinks. He’d enjoyed her cutesy aesthetic, and the various toys she used on herself. Raffy felt glad he’d saved everything to his phone, at least. But, it would’ve been nice to have some new masturbation material before tonight.

Sitting in the locker room after practice, he’d gotten to his locker before his friends, who still showered in the next room. This gave him a few private glimpses of his favorite porn blogger. Going into his gallery, he found the private folder he’d created for her photos. Simply labeled “Blossom”, he opened it to see dozens upon dozens of videos and photos of a plump scantily clad girl. He gulped the saliva building in his mouth from seeing thumbnails of her curvy body, and wishing it was in his lap right now. He couldn’t have a video, so he thumbed through the pictures instead. His favorites were marked, of course, for an easier search.

Blossom wore a school girl uniform in this one. She knelt on a bed with a sheet behind her on the wall. None of her content showed her face, but that didn’t matter. A lot of these models did that to protect themselves. Raffy’s jaw dropped when he observed her in the tight white shirt, the buttons stretching across her large bosom and tummy below; he saw their curves and her nipples poking through the fabric. She’d loosened the navy and yellow tie to flaunt her cleavage. Raffy went to the next photo where she’d opened the shirt to reveal a black lacy bra, and he bit the inside of his cheek. Her short skirt rode up the tops of her thick thighs, soft and fleshy inside black high stockings. His cock twitched in his shorts seeing the small bit of pudge coming over the stocking’s band. Raffy imagined himself between those luscious thighs, his cock pounding the tight cunt underneath that skirt. He went a few photos down to his favorite.

Blossom on all fours, wearing only the skirt with pussy and ass on full display for him. He kept it close to him, and drooled seeing the long dildo pressed right to her clitoris. He pictured it being him instead of a toy. Raffy knew he was only building himself up for a long wank-off session later at home. He saw her sitting on him, lightly brushing her sex to his pulsating cock and begging for him. He’d kill to be balls deep in her. The lights placed in the right place showed her glistening folds, which he imagined fluttered and throbbed at the tip pressing against it. She kept everything neat, Blossom did. Not that he cared too much. Pussy is pussy, in Raffy’s book.

His attention flitted to the background. Blossom used her photoshop and editing skills to blur out some backgrounds since she mainly worked in her bedroom, he guessed. But, as he made out a closet, he saw an unblurred section of the space. It was half of a clothing hanger on the closet door knob. On it hung a navy blue with an emblem on the breast pocket. Raffy zoomed in on the side, and suddenly recognized the blazer. It had the red and gold emblem of Burlingdale, his school.

No, he’s wrong. It’s probably another school. No way would a Dales girl have a porn blog on Reddit. He scoffed at his blimp of foolishness, and scrolled to a video that followed it. His suspicions were confirmed. Blossom sat nude on top of her “favorite stuffie” Mr. Buttons, an oversized bear that often served to pleasure her. He’s never envied a stuffed toy before. Mr. Buttons laid down with his head to the camera, and Blossom’s delicious body on top with her hands on his fuzzy chest. She wore the school blazer and nothing else. In the small video, she was riding the toy, a thick pink dildo she loved to use. When she leaned back to let the viewer see the dildo inside her, the blazer’s lapels flattened. He saw the emblem much closer now, and yes, it was from his school.

And, now that he thought about it, he realized he knew those lips. Blossom made the mistake of letting the camera catch half her face during her little ride to orgasm. He shook his head. Actually, he acknowledged the hair as well. He’d seen that hair before…on the field…about half an hour ago. Raffy thought he might be disgusted by the fact that he thirsted over you, but he wasn’t. He went to the next video, which was Blossom cleaning her toy with her mouth. He needed to be sure. He needed to be a hundred-percent sure.

His friends came back to their stalls, but he did not acknowledge them right away. Going into Instagram, he went to Daniel’s profile. Raffy didn’t follow you obviously, but maybe Danny did. Scanning through the following list, he found your profile. He pressed on it to end up on your profile. You mainly took photos of friends and objects, but eventually he found one. A mirror selfie in your bedroom, he saw the purple duvet he often saw in Blossom’s videos. Yet, the skimpy top you wore in the photo clung to your body like a second skin. The same curves. The same size. The same supple flesh and fullness he’d fight a bloke to touch. He took in your tiny waist and wide hips. His thumb touched the screen, and when it didn’t slide up, he accidentally double tapped it.

Resulting in liking the photo.

Raffy quickly unliked it, but he knew you’d get a notification anyway. Fuck, now you’d know he was on your page. A blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, and he put his phone aside.

But, yes, it was you. This made him harder. His cock throbbed now that he knew THE CherryBlossom_03 was someone he knew. She was close by. He could have her. He’d make his own videos with her, and post them to his own page where he sent so many others. It’s not like you’d say ‘no’. You had sex with Daniel Burgess, of all the boys in the school. You must not get much attention being the way you are, so you’d be grateful to be the object of his deepest, horniest, smuttiest desires.

“-I don’t know how Burgess banged that,” Kojo’s voice reached through his thoughts to bring him to reality, “She must weigh more than he does.”

“You think he dumped her because she crushed him?” Nav replied, laughing at his cruel joke.

“Or she broke his bed just getting into it,” he smirked back, earning laughs from everyone around.

“It’s a shame though,” said Kyle, who sat next to Nav, both boys shirtless now. “She’s got a pretty face at least.”

Kojo wasn’t wrong. Daniel must’ve found you attractive if he had sex with you. It’d been Nav who discovered it when he says he saw them making out by the tree outside the field. Raffy couldn’t help envying him now. Daniel Burgess, dumbass extraordinaire, got a taste of Blossom’s soft body. Daniel Burgess, who once asked him how to spell ‘orange’, got to suckle your tits and lick your dripping sex. You probably faked your orgasms with him. You wouldn’t with Raffy. He’d keep going until your juices dripped from your clenching hole to your ass cheeks. He’d make sure his Blossom came as much as possible, and he didn’t normally do that with girls he slept with.

“She’s not that bad,” Raffy heard himself say as he pulled on his undershirt.

“What?” the boys around him said with surprised eyes.

“You’re taking the piss with us, right?” asked Kojo, pointing at him.

Raffy tucked his cock into his belt to keep his boner from sticking out too much. He turned as he zipped his pants up and said, “I think she’s pretty cute. She might be fat, but the plus side is she’s got big tits.”

And a nice round ass he can spank. You liked being spanked. He knows because you stated as much when you posed with a paddle. Lord, how badly he wanted to have you right then. It was pathetic.

“I’ve never bagged a fattie before,” he said thoughtfully, unable to stop the flood of erotic visions in his mind. “I imagine she’s-what-double points?”

They looked at one another with consideration. He almost said he didn’t care about score points when it came to you. He desired you for too long. He’d do it purely for pleasure.

“She’s big enough to be double,” Nav chuckled.

“Anyways, who’s ready to score some points tonight?”

He’d be seeing you tonight. Being a friend of Alice’s, you’re no doubt invited to her birthday party. Raffy smirked to himself as he started changing out of his uniform, cleverly maneuvering himself to avoid the others spotting his semi-hardon. Nowadays, if a girl is caught doing slutty things, she’s ostracized and criticized. He knew if any other person found your photos, and spread them through school, you’d be so embarrassed you’d have to transfer out. All the effort you’d put into getting your free-ride into Burlingdale will be wasted, and you’d be expelled for wearing your uniform in a porn video. You get bullied enough for your appearance. Imagine if someone spread videos of you being an absolute slut for thousands of strangers…

When you can be an absolute slut for only one person…

****

“Gettin’ ready for the paaarty, cause it’s your biiiirthdayy and you are pretty!”

You heard Natalie say this in a sing-song voice to Alice, who sat in front of her mirror doing her makeup. Alice insisted you come to her house before the party to get ready with her and Natalie. No doubt they wanted to judge each other’s outfits. You stood behind Alice, dancing to Natalie’s made up song in case you were in her video line. As always, you constantly checked on your appearance. Things were different for Alice and Natalie. They looked good in everything they wore. You need to be pickier on what you wear. If you show too much, people will stare. You try not to care if they do, but you’re feeling particularly sensitive today. You’d chosen your lilac off the shoulder crop top, with its matching cardigan and skirt. It showed a decent amount of cleavage and hid your stomach somewhat. You feared the chaffing you’d have when your thighs started rubbing together, but your petroleum jelly trick in that whole area will keep that from happening. Thigh high lace stockings shape your thighs and legs nicely, so their fatness isn’t so noticeable. You hated hiding parts of yourself, but people are vicious. Blossom’s followers loved anything you wore. They’re who you felt the most comfortable with.

“Anything from Daniel?” Natalie asked, going back to the bed behind you.

“He messaged me after I got home,” you said, applying your lipgloss. “He had the nerve to do the whole ‘let’s-just-talk’ thing after he and his mates made fun of me on my way home.”

“What did they say?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard before,” you assured her. “I blocked him, though. I don’t want anything to do with him or ‘Lottie’.”

“Who’s Lottie?”

“It’s his stupid nickname for Charlotte, I suppose,” you said. Putting your lipgloss back in your bag, you fixed your hair one more time before sitting with Natalie on the bed. She encouraged you to take a selfie together, which you agreed to. “I seriously want to know where they get their nerve from. Maybe there’s a sale and I can get some too.”

Natalie and Alice laughed at this. You watched Natalie tag you in the photo and post it. You took your own photo on your own, and did the same, adding a caption about the party. Minutes went by before someone commented. It was Charlotte. You forgot you’d accepted a request once, though you’re not particularly close anymore. Her comment hit your gut.

‘Where’s your neck??? LOL’

You deleted the photo. Not to please her, but so you never see that comment again. Perhaps only Blossom could have nice pictures.

“She’s a bitch,” said Natalie, comfort behind her voice. “What she thinks isn’t important.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you replied.

“Have no idea what you both mean, but yeah,” Alice said, typing on her phone distractedly.

You and Natalie laughed. You went through your notifications once more to see if the comment is there, and then you saw Raffy’s like again. “Raffy liked one of my pictures.”

“Huh?” Natalie whipped her head towards you, “Raffy? Raffy Barton? The world’s biggest prick? That Raffy?”

“Do we know any other assholes named Raffy?”

“Which one did he like?” Alice laid beside you to get a good view of your phone. She tapped the link to see said photo. “Oooh, I remember that one,” she sneered at you and giggled, “I don’t blame him for liking it. You look hot.”

“But…Raffy?” His name came out quickly from your tongue. “I’ve never gotten Chubby Chaser vibes from him before.”

“I can imagine perverts like Raffy fuck anything that moves,” Alice said. “He probably heard you and Daniel broke it off, and wants a piece of your cake.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, “As if.”

“I wouldn’t read too much into it,” Natalie concluded. “It’s not like he commented on anything. He probably liked it by accident.”

“But that means he was still on my profile.”

“Which still doesn’t mean anything,” she assured you. “Now,” she adjusted herself next to you, taking your phone, “Let’s take a cute one for you to post.”

You pushed Raffy from your mind. Plenty already bothered you. Charlotte did not comment again, but you’re sure she’d seen some photos since she liked them on Alice and Natalie’s pages. You knew you’d be seeing her tonight with Daniel. If anyone else hosted the party, you wouldn’t go, but you loved Alice. You wanted to be with her on her special day. You vowed you wouldn’t give him any attention. You refused to let him in your head anymore. If anything, your heart should be mourning the death of Blossom and her beautiful blog, not some idiot rugby player and his new girlfriend.

Guests started showing up an hour or so later, and the party kicked into gear. You poured yourself a drink from the spread on the table, and sat with Alice and a few friends. The party atmosphere excited you, yet that lingering thought of running into Daniel somewhere kept pestering you. You told yourself if you stayed in groups of people, then he cannot corner you. You enjoyed the vibes going throughout the party, taking photos with friends, joking and drinking with them, and having a good time. You’d been chatting with a friend about your recent class project outside when you heard a voice from nearby grab at your ear.

Daniel stood by a lounge area by the pool, clasping hands with the boys sitting there talking and smiling. Charlotte was nowhere in sight, and you liked it that way. You scooted closer to the table to try staying out of his eyeline, but that only landed you in someone else’s: Raffy Barton’s. Blond hair, a messy mop of golden curls, with an aliquine nose and round chin, you saw why girls fell for him. You might even like him if it weren’t for his reputation. He was a ‘lad’. A ‘guy’. Girls you knew who’d hooked up with Raffy were ghosted the next day. Lily Reeves claimed he’d posted photos of her on a site. He’s one of the worst kinds of men. Most likely sensing someone’s eyes on him, Raffy naturally turned his head. Bright blue eyes met yours through and did not look away. He sipped from his beer and continued eyeing you smugly. A chill went through your spine when his eyes scanned over you in your outfit, and suddenly you felt naked. His Instagram like might not have been an accident after all.

To avoid him, you excused yourself from the table and hurried inside. Finding the food table, you nibbled at the finger sandwiches there so something soaked up the alcohol. The last thing you needed was getting wasted when Daniel and Raffy are walking around.

“-Wow, so you actually were invited.” Charlotte came up beside you, smelling of sweet perfume and flipping her hair extensions over her shoulder. “I would’ve thought Alice sent you the invite as a pity thing.”

“Evening to you too, Charlotte,” you responded, eating a bit more of your sandwich. “How’s life?”

“Awesome,” she smiled, “Especially since Daniel and I are a thing now.”

“So I’ve noticed,” you wouldn’t give into it. “Why aren’t you with him now? I thought being a happy couple, you’d be stuck like glue.”

“I’m not the possessive type,” she said, “You know, because I know Daniel actually likes me and doesn’t see me as a plaything.” She looked you over, giving a patronizing smile when your eyes met again. “I’m sure you’ve seen our pictures from his house. We came here together in his car.”

“I’d assume so, since he doesn’t carry bus fare. Lottie, it’s been fun having this chat, but I need to find the birthday girl.”

She scoffed at the nickname, but you patted her shoulder and walked away. You didn’t really mean to look for Alice, though you might as well. You found her in a seating area in the corner of the living room, then made your way towards her. Yet, as you did, you spotted Daniel reentering the house. He caught sight of you at the door. You turned away into the nearest room which was another seating place. The french doors muffled the ambience from outside with a single close. You’d hoped he hadn’t seen you come in. You hoped Charlotte got to him before you, and distracted him with something trivial. But, right when you took a seat on the leather sofa, the door opened again.

“Y/N?”

Daniel walked into the room, closing the door behind him. Your body immediately tensed up in your seat. Everything in your body screamed to run away again, but he sat beside you before you moved.

“What do you want?” you asked, not looking at him.

“To talk to you,” he said, “I've been looking for you.”

“Why do you want to talk to me?”

“Because I wanted to tell you that I love you,” he said softly, scooting closer and cupping your face. His hand felt so gentle on your skin. He turned your face to look at him, “And that I miss you.”

“That’s tough,” you said, pushing his hand away even though you secretly wanted him to touch you. You needed to be touched, to be held. Blossom was gone, and you’d never truly get her back. “Because I didn’t love you nor do I miss you.”

“Ah, come off it,” he snickered, “We know that’s not true. After all the stuff we’ve done? After all those nights in my bedroom?” he pushed hair from your face, “You can’t just forget me like that.”

“Why? You did it,” you smacked his hand from your hair. “You truly have some balls, you know that?”

“Y/N-”

“-No, no, shut up,” you snapped. “You keep me a secret from your friends. You pretend not to know me when we were at school. You never bought me nice things, wrote me love notes, or took me on a date in public in the day time. Every time we met it was in the middle of the night, and I had to sneak into your house. I had to sneak into your house. You didn’t even want your parents knowing about me. You’ve been ashamed to say you like me and find me attractive.” A thing you tolerated because you did not want to feel alone. “You ditched me because your friends found out you were screwing an ‘elephant’,” you let the word dig into his skin, “And were embarrassed. I don’t think I could love someone who isn’t proud to call me theirs.”

“I wasn’t ashamed, baby,” he said gently, putting his hand on your exposed knee before you pushed it off. “You wouldn’t get it because you’re a girl. Shit like this is different with girls. Y/N,” he put his arm over the back of the sofa and faced you, “You’re the coolest girl I’ve ever dated. You’re funny, clever…sexy,” he smirked at the last word. “Any bloke would be lucky to have you, and I want to be that lucky bloke.” When you appeared unconvinced, you said, “Come on. I’ll break it off with Charlotte, if that makes you happy.” He put his hand back on your knee, “I promise.”

In the split second you nearly gave in, someone opened the door. You and Daniel looked to see Raffy walking into the room, holding something in his hand.

“Excuse me,” he said, walking in front of Daniel and plopping himself in between you both. He placed down a credit card, a dimebag of white powder, and pulled out his phone. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

“Nah, mate,” said Daniel. “Y/N and I were just chilling, that’s all.”

“Yeah, well I wouldn’t chill with Y/N for too long,” he said, dumping the bag’s contents onto the coffee table. “Charlotte’s been looking for you, and I don’t think she’ll be happy finding you two in here.”

“Shit,” Daniel hissed through his teeth. “Fucking…”

He gave you one more annoyed look before leaving the room. Now, you’re alone with Raffy. Great. “Hmph,” Raffy said, “Glad he’s gone. I can’t stand Burgess for more than, like, ten minutes before I want to blow my brains out.” He started cutting the little pile into lines, “Want some? I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“No thanks,” you said. “I think I’m just going to, you know…”

You stood to leave before he grabbed hold of your wrist. “No,” he said, “Stay with me. I don’t want to do it on my own. It’s not as fun.”

“I’m not interested, Raffy.”

You yanked your wrist from him and started to walk away. Right as you reached for the handle a voice rang out into the room.

‘Oh god, it’s so big. I don’t know if this one will fit…do you want me to try, Daddy?’

Your blood ran cold, and every muscle in your body froze. Your own voice went throughout the room as the video continued. Surely, you’re hearing things. Raffy’s probably playing another video that simply sounds like you. Turning around, you saw his phone on the coffee table, and spotted a very familiar video playing on the screen. It was you. You were sure of it. A POV shot, you wore lavender garter belts and stockings as you tried sliding a thick black dildo inside yourself. Some of Blossom’s videos involved pretending the viewer was with her, putting the camera where they’d see everything. This was one of them.

‘Daddy, I don’t know if I can take it all…’

“Now, now, Blossom, you can fit that in you,” Raffy tsked, cutting the cocaine into more lines, “Just go a bit further down, kitten.”

“Okay. I’ll try, just for you.’

He knew all the pauses. You stayed by the door for a moment longer, looking at Raffy’s back in complete shock. He finally turned his head over to you as Blossom let out a high pitched squeal, the dildo finally inside her. That was when he stopped the video, smiling over at you.

“I think you’ll want to come sit back over here…Blossom,” he leered, looking over your body once more.

You said nothing. Your mind drew blanks at what to say. How did he know? How did he guess? You always made sure to keep your face out of photos or at least blur the bits showing. Raffy could not have figured this out by chance. You walked back to him, and sat down. The cocaine cut into four lines, Raffy pulled out a short pipe from behind his ear.

"You see, earlier this afternoon," he began, "I was lamenting over the loss of one of my favorite porn creators on Reddit. She was one of my favorites because she and I share a lot of the same kinks, I liked her style of videos, and she got me hard in minutes," he chuckled. "I saved a whole bunch of her videos and photos on my phone in case she deletes her profile or the link gets trashed. I was having a little look at this school girl shoot she did, watching her bounce up and down on her stuffed bear, when I noticed the blazer in the back of the video. I'm sure she didn't notice it since she blurred out the background, but she missed a spot. I thought it was a coincidence until she was wearing only the blazer."

You gripped the edge of your seat as the memory came back to you. The late night and school in the morning left you with little time to properly edit the shoot. Normally, you left it for the morning, if anything, but you needed it out of the way. You didn't think anyone would notice, since they're focused on your body. Apparently, you'd been wrong.

"I realize that it's a Burlingdale uniform," he said. "With a bit of detective work, I realized it was you."

"How?"

"The shape of your tits and the covers on the bed in the background," he answered. "I knew it was far-fetched until I listened to your videos again. I mean, I really listened. I'm surprised I didn't see it before." He placed the pipe in his nostril and snorted one of the cocaine lines. Sniffing hard, he rubbed his burning nostrils before continuing, "You are certainly a naughty girl. All those dirty stories and photos. I can't help admiring the production value and design put into each one. I don't normally watch porn for that, but it's a nice perk." He handed you the pipe. When you shook your head, he pressed the pipe into your hand.

"What do you want?"

"For you to do coke with me?"

"No, what do you want from me? I'm assuming you're going to blackmail me for something?”

“I think it’s obvious,” he tucked hair behind your ear, and said, “I want you to be mine.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Dread replaced the finger sandwiches and alcohol in your stomach. You’d always worried one day a creep might stumble upon your secret and use it against you. You never thought it’d be someone you knew.

“You heard me,” he said, “I want you to be mine.” His hand touched your knee, his thumb rubbing the side tenderly so shivers went through you. “Mine to fuck whenever I like, and I really do mean whenever,” his voice became low in the quiet room and he drew closer. His eyes scanned over your face until they fell on your lips.

“Burlingdale is paying all your fees to join our school. Imagine what would happen if they found out you did such dirty things while wearing their emblem on your naked chest,” his hand went further up your thigh, “Especially when Ms. Parkinson praises your intelligence so much.” You hitched a breath when that hand slid underneath your skirt, lifting the fabric with it.

“Stop it,” you snapped, pushing his hand away.

“-Not to mention, our classmates would no doubt find out as well,” he said, ignoring your protest and touching your knee again. “’d post your little collection onto my Instagram and everyone in sixth form will hear about it. You know above most people how cruel kids can be when unprovoked; they’ll be even worse when given a cause.” He looked down to your chest, exhaling deeply.

You smell the alcohol on him, and it sickened you even if yours also smelled like it. He was right, and you hated the fact that he was right. You’d created a whole other identity to avoid people you knew in your life finding you. VPNs, proxy servers, and other firewalls kept your information a deep secret in case someone hacked your devices. People already picked on you for no reason. If Raffy sent them Blossom’s content, you’ll be taunted and subjected to more abuse. You’d have to leave the school, which resulted in a less than bright future for yourself. But, being Raffy’s plaything? His toy? You hated the idea.

“I won’t be cruel to you,” he said, “Unless I’m feeling particularly merciless.” He felt up your thigh to the outside side, giving the fat there a soft squeeze. The corner of his mouth twitched at the little gasp you gave. “Just watching alone makes me cum so fucking hard,” he continued, “I can’t wait to see how hard from having the real thing in person.” His hand went up your side to your breast. You knocked his hand away instinctively. He laughed at your attempt to stop him. “The girls at our school would never do the things I’ve seen you do. They’re so boring and vanilla. Reeves got pissed at me just for spanking her ass too hard. I don’t think you’d be bothered by that,” He cupped your chest again, and you swiped his hand away a second time.

“You think a little threat like that will really concern me?” you asked, trying to hide your fear with a glare. Raffy did not buy it.

“It most certainly will,” he chortled. “If people recognizing you didn’t bother you, then you wouldn’t bother editing out your face. You hid it because you know you have to keep up this annoying, boring, clean-cut good girl act to stay in school. If the wrong people found that blog, well,” he sighed, “I imagine it’d go quite badly for you.” He reached up to your breast a third time, keeping his eyes on yours as his fingers slid right under the bottom curve. “Fuck-” he huffed, feeling the heavy weight of your tit in his large hand. “-They’re so soft,” he untied the cardigan you wore over your top to see more of your cleavage, “And warm…I almost feel obligated to fuck them tonight just to see my dick get lost in them…”

“Raffy,” you finally pushed him away, breathless from the violation. That natural warmth built up in the apex of your thighs, and you pushed it down. It’d been a while since anyone touched you so gently. Daniel usually grabbed them a few times, then got down to business. Raffy clearly liked drawing it out. “No.”

“‘No’ what? ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck right now or ‘No’ you don’t want to fuck at all?” He asked, pretending to be bemused. “I don’t know. I’d reconsider this answer. I can send that,” he nodded to the phone, “In seconds. Everyone would know. Everyone. I wouldn’t think you’d want that.”

“You won’t do it.”

“Oh?”

“Then, you’d have to admit you wank off to fat girls, and we both know how judgemental your friends are,” you accused. “Daniel dumped me over it because they teased him so much. They’d do the same to you.”

He chuckled, “As if that matters to me. I’m not Daniel,” he gave your tit a squeeze that made you bite your inner cheek. “My mates would eventually get over it. They did it to Daniel because nobody on the team likes him that much. They all like me, though. They respect me more.” He circled his thumb where your nipple would be, and you forced yourself not to react. “It’s always the girl everyone judges and ostracizes. Why do you think Reeves was so bothered when I posted her pictures? She knew people at school might see them.” He then said, “But, no worries, kitten. I wouldn’t share yours on my blog. I’d keep them to myself.”

“You prick,” you spat, venom in your voice. “How could you do that?”

“Easy. I uploaded the photos and then pressed ‘post’?” He laughed. “It’d be the same with yours. I think I’d start with the school girl one, even though my all-time favorite is the play time ones. You know, the ones where you put on cute little outfits, call me ‘Daddy’ and act innocent as you play with all your toys. Fuck, it’s so damn sexy,” he breathed. “So, do we have a deal?”

No. You wanted that to be your answer. Yet, your stomach bubbled with nerves. He’s right. You knew this to be true. You already pictured the taunting you’d receive once people found out. Raffy’s proposal puts you between a rock and a hard place. You’re a caged animal stuck in a corner. You wanted to escape him, but that’d be a bad idea. Raffy’s hand went down your body to your skirt.

“I’m waiting, kitten,” he teased, gradually pushing your skirt up your thighs.

He’d do it too. You know he would. It won’t affect his reputation at all. Your friends might hate him for it, but he didn’t care. For a flicker of a moment, you envisioned Daniel becoming enraged and beating the lanky boy to a pulp. You also saw him being so jealous, he dumps Charlotte and crawls back to you for forgiveness. He’ll promise to be a proper boyfriend, and flaunt you wherever he goes. But, you knew that’d never happen. Daniel would always be ashamed, and Raffy would be no different despite what he says. No guy you know will admit to having any sort of romantic or sexual interest in you out loud. It ruined the buzz you’d been riding for the night. Blossom was the sex icon. You’re what you are.

“Kitten…” you hated that you liked the way he said it. ‘Kitten’ is usually one of your preferred pet names.

You got a tighter grip on the pipe in your hand, bent over the coffee table and quickly snorted up the white powder. It burned through your nostril and into your nasal cavity. You sat back up, breathing through your nose and rubbing out the sensation. Looking over at him, you then said:

“What would I have to do?”

“Anything I want,” he told you, “Though, it’d be nothing you haven’t already done or fantasized about. Like I said, we both share a lot of the same kinks, and I’d love to have an experimental partner. You know, a girl that isn’t so uptight.”

“And after I do whatever you want, you’ll delete it?” you asked to confirm.

“When I’m completely through with you,” he mulled this over, “I’ll delete them, sure.”

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, Raffy.”

“It wouldn’t to you.”

He scooped up one of the powder lines with the bag’s opening, then gently leaned you back. Tugging down one side of your shirt slightly, he poured the contents onto the top curve of your tit. Sprinkling a line over it, Raffy drew closer.

“Stay still for me, love,” he said, “We wouldn’t want to waste any of it.”

He tilted forward and sniffed the powder off in one snort. Having his body, skinnier and longer than yours, pressed close to you, his heat radiating through his thin white button down to your own, left you slightly dizzy. You shivered when you felt a warm, wet tongue licked up the residue he’d left behind. He left it there before softly giving open-mouth kisses up your chest to your neck. Heat pooled between your thighs as he nibbled at the base of your throat, groaning against the flesh and licking once more. Your hands touched his shoulders. You made a weak attempt to push him off, but his wandering lips distracted you. Going across your jawline, he finally landed on your lips. It started chaste. He gently pecked your lips like a swimmer testing the water. He then deepened it, his tongue poking through to open your mouth for him. Daniel never kissed you like this; his kisses were usually hungry and hard. He said you were big enough to handle a bit of roughness. Raffy showed no roughness here; he did not have an ounce of eagerness or quickness in his kisses. He wanted to savor your taste before having to pull away.

“Sweet,” he mumbled, pecking your lips. “So sweet.” He pulled away from you, “Have another line, Kitten. I think we should have some fun tonight, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathed, realizing you’d been holding your breath.

Raffy kissed you a few more times before letting you bend forward to snort the last line of cocaine. He gave you a satisfied smile and pressed you to the sofa again. You felt his hand caress the outside of your thigh again before moving upwards to your chest. You only needed to tolerate this for one night. Once Raffy’s gotten what he wants, he’ll trash the evidence and you’ll be safe. He cupped one of your tits, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He pulled down the neckline of your top just enough for your nipple to pop out from underneath. All the hairs on your arms stood up at this sudden exposure. You glanced around to see if anyone’s noticed through the windows; they had not. Raffy gave a low groan, then swiped the tip of his tongue over it.

“Raffy,” you huffed, trying not to squirm as sparks of pleasure hit your center. “Not here.”

“I know, Kitten,” he said, sucking your nipple and flicking it again. The feeling arched your back and you clenched your thighs closed. This did not go unnoticed by Raffy. “Is my little slut getting turned on?” he asked, amused as he continued licking your nipple. “Hm? Should I turn my attention somewhere else?”

“No,” you gritted your teeth.

“I think I should,” he said, “Open your legs for me.”

“No, Raffy.”

“Yes, Kitten. It’s mine now. I’m allowed to play with what’s mine.”

You grabbed his wrist as he settled his hand on your exposed thighs, but the attempt was feeble. Raffy continued teasing your nipple while his hand slid up your inner thighs. You tried squeezing them to keep him from going further out of habit. Yet, he continued, gently massaging across them before his fingers brushed your underwear. The new intrusion made you gasp. Raffy let out a long groan when his hand cupped your sex, and he felt your pussy throb. He ran his fingers torturously over the slit several times much to your dismay and your pleasure. You wriggled yourself out of his grasp, trying to escape before your body gave into his demands. Yet, Raffy was stronger than he looked. He still rubbed over your sex, his middle digit found roughly where your clitoris would be. The teasing touch made you bite your lower lip.

“My, my,” he tsked, kissing the rim of your ear, “Somebody’s getting wet.”

You couldn’t help it. His hand felt so good. His mouth felt good. How could your body not respond? You wished there was an internal switch to shut it off. You gasped as those fingers pushed your panties aside. The metal rings he wore smoothed over your folds, feeling slightly colder in comparison to his skin and your heat. This new touch made you gasp and clutch his shoulder tightly.

“Touch my cock,” he ordered, pulling down your bra to show your other breast, which he began teasing as well. “I can’t wait any longer.”

When you did not move your hand, he ceased his teasing and put your right hand on his crotch. In the center of his trousers, a hard bulge hit your palm. Raffy groaned, closing his eyes a second to take in the warmth of your hand. He went back to touching your pussy while you reluctantly groped the outline of his cock. It was bigger than you’d imagine, but not too big. You often joked he probably had a small dick, which is why he tried too hard, but no. It felt nice. He moaned into your nipple as you stroked. You hoped this would be all he wanted, but then he moaned into your ear.

“Take it out, Kitten,” he said, “Rub it out for me.”

“No. There’s…” people in the next room who might come in any second.

“Do it,” he demanded, giving your nipple a gentle bite. “Now.”

With one hand, you undid his pants and stuck your hand inside. This new sensation made Raffy’s eyes fall closed. You held back a cry when his fingers found your clit again. Circling the hard pearl, you couldn’t stop the flood of pleasure breaking through. You didn’t want him to stop, but at the same time you did. You stroked the cock pulsating against your hand, lightly brushing it up and down. He’s thick with a dripping tip that slickened your motions. You felt the veins throbbing each time you went down the shaft. You liked it. Daniel’s was smaller than Raffy’s. The desperation inside you heated up, imagining yourself riding this cock. You had a dildo about his size, which filled you completely every time. Right as you pictured it sheathed fully into your pussy, Raffy slipped the two fingers inside you and you tensed in his grasp. Your legs suddenly spread further apart to give his hand more space.

“Good girl,” he murmured, groaning when you squeezed his member, “Keep going just like that. Oh, just like that.”

His fingers curled up into your pussy, and immediately prodded the rough patch inside. You’d never think in a million years that Raffy Barton would know where the g-spot is located. His thumb worked your clitoris in circles while his fingers fucked you carefully. The rings he wore only added to your pleasure, working like ridges on a ribbed toy. Jerking him a bit faster, he moaned out loud, face contorted by pleasure as he came closer to orgasm. Soon, you felt your walls clamp down around his digits, and the sensitivity in the nub up top became more prominent.

“R-R-Raffy,” you stammered, huffing as it came closer. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum.”

Upon hearing this, he deepened his fingers to prod your g-spot expertly. You shuddered and your muscles tensed as your climax came closer. Not wanting anyone to overhear, you lowered your cries to whimpered curses laced with his name. His own orgasm approached as you rapidly stroked him now, making him groan as he kissed you.

“Come,” Raffy huffed on your lips, “Cum for me, Kitten. I want to feel this pussy cum on my hand. Come on now. Don’t keep me….me waiting.”

Then, you did. Your climax was shaky breaths and constricted muscles. You continued pumping his slick cock, coated by sticky precum. You imagined it inside you later as he brought you over the edge. Raffy watched you the entire time, drinking in the sight of you half naked and quivering in his hand. Right as your orgasm ended, his began. Raffy gritted his teeth and bit his lower lip so much you thought he may draw blood as it hit him. Thick streams of hot cum spilled over your hand, slightly disgusting but also arousing. Raffy’s body contorted to the pleasure, letting it guide him until he was completely spent.

“Fuck-” he breathed, leaning on his side once his climax subsided. He removed his fingers, and brought them to your lips. Naturally, you opened your mouth to taste yourself, something you’ve done plenty of times. “It’s better than I imagined,” he said once he pulled his finger away, “You’re so tight and warm. How am I supposed to stay away from you, hm?”

“Alright,” you sat up and put your breasts back in your bra and shirt, “You got what you wanted. Delete what you have.”

He chuckled, “Not a chance.”

“What?” you looked back over at him, seeing him zip up his trousers. You wiped your sticky hand on a throw blanket on the back of the sofa. “Why not? You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“Not nearly,” he told you, bringing you back to him and pecking your lips softly. “Not even an ounce of what I want, and I want quite a lot.” He grabbed your breast again and kissed you deeply, moaning when he tasted your juices on your tongue.

“You said once you got what you wanted, you’d delete them,” you argued.

“And I will, no worries, Kitten,” he reassured you with a soft kiss. “I’d love to stay in here and keep doing this, but there’s a party we need to get back to.”

You didn’t think you could face the people outside after what you just did. You’re not surprised he won’t delete the videos. If only you could get your hands on his phone, then you can do it yourself. No video, no blackmail. The embarrassing, shameful thought that you enjoyed what he just did to you flooded back. You should’ve fought back more. You shouldn’t be so damn weak. What you did only enforced the idea that fat girls are desperate and easy. Perhaps tonight you are. Perhaps tonight you can be. Losing Blossom and Daniel plagued you too long, and if you could lose yourself in the drugs and orgasms Raffy could bring, then you’d accept it for now. You could go back to hating him tomorrow.

Standing on wobbly knees, Raffy led you out of the room by the hand. During your time in the room, the party went into full swing. People grouped together in the middle of the living room, which had been cleared for a dance floor near the stereo. Their bodies gyrated, whirled, rocked and swayed to the hip-hop beats going through the house. Blue lights bathed the white walls in a faint baby blue color, giving the room a club atmosphere instead of a home. The bumping music seemed to ignite the drugs in your system, and brought energy into your relaxed body. You spotted Alice dancing with Kojo, and Natalie dancing close to Archie, Alice’s brother. You hoped neither of them saw you with Raffy, who brought you over to the dance floor. His arm snaked around your waist, with your bodies coming close together again. The drugs coursing in your bloodstream made it hard to care if anyone saw you two. All judgment went out the window when Raffy kissed you again, deeply and tenderly. The only reason you parted was due to the heckling coming from his friends a few feet away. When he swiped a bottle of gin from nearby, he popped it open and tipped some into your mouth. You managed to swallow the burning alcohol, but some dribbled onto your chest.

A thing Raffy had no trouble licking off you, grabbing your ass in the process. You giggled, shocked by the brazen act.

You’d allowed yourself to get lost in the party. The lights blurred your vision. The music drowned out the sorrow and pain plaguing your mind. Nothing could hurt you behind your wall of substances. You drank more gin before passing it to Raffy, who took his own shot. As he drank, you glanced over to see Natalie watching you both. She shifted her eyes to Raffy, then furrowed her brow in confusion. You laughed and shrugged. Raffy turned your face to kiss you again, the pure alcohol flowing between the both of you. He bent to your ear and spoke.

“You turn me on so fucking much,” he growled in your ear, giving your bottom another squeeze. “I can barely contain myself around you now.”

You glanced over his shoulder to see Daniel with Charlotte. With a drink in his hand, he watched you and Raffy enviously. You smirked knowingly.

“You must’ve been a big fan of mine,” you quipped, hands on his shoulders, “To have so much evidence.”

“Too big of a fan,” he replied, kissing your neck. “I should be embarrassed about it, honestly.”

“How come?”

“Because I wank off to you nearly every day…And now I get to fuck you every day too.”

“Says who?

“Says me,” he replied. “I still have your stuff. I can send it whenever I want. So, if you want to make sure everyone keeps thinking you’re an angel, you’ll be a good pet and come home with me tonight.”

His words brought back the reality of the situation again. He basically owned you as long as he had the footage. If you refused him in any way, all he’d have to do is release content into the world. A feeling of helplessness came over you as he pulled you in for another kiss. You regretted ever letting this happen. You should let him post them, and be done with it. He already fingered you on the couch, so he cannot say he received nothing. Running your hands in his blond curls, you thought about how his hands felt on your body. Boys do not pay attention to you like this very often; they’re usually disgusted by you. When will you have another boy touching you this way? When is the next time you’ll be caressed and kissed? You should soak it in for all its worth at the moment. Having someone like Raffy absolutely craving you reminded you of Blossom, a desirable wanton creature from their fantasies.

You continued dancing together, occasionally kissing as you gyrated together, before everyone went to the dining table where they sang happy birthday. Drinking a cocktail of rum, fruit punch and lime soda, your inhibitions became looser. Suddenly, you wanted Raffy. You didn’t care if he was a prick. You didn’t care if you’ll regret it in the morning. You’ll cross that bridge when you get there. If anything, you’ll blame the alcohol in the morning. No doubt he’ll do the same. Warmth spread through your body, and you forced yourself to eat to keep yourself from getting dizzy.

The party raged on until the late hours of the night. By the time Raffy led you out of the house, a chauffeur waiting in a luxury car for him, you giggled from the fuzziness all over you. You slid into the backseat before him, shuddering with anticipation as he joined you. The partition between driver and passengers remained closed, so you only saw a black wall.

“Now that we’re alone again,” Raffy slurred, not wasting a second in capturing your lips, “Come here."

He kept his left hand on your jaw while the right lifted up your top over your chest. Your hands went up his stomach to his chest and then his shoulders, where you felt the lean muscles underneath your fingers. Your arousal ignited once more under the influence of alcohol and Raffy’s lips. Leaving his mouth, you left a trail of open mouthed kisses down his pale throat. He groaned softly at your lips marking spots on his neck and collarbone as his hands went to the clasp of your bra. You heard it unclasp, and fall away from you slightly. Under your shirt, Raffy felt both your tits gently like before. You kissed the top buttons of his shirt, which you popped open to reveal more of him. His smooth ivory chest made the perfect canvas for more hickies and bites. Raffy enjoyed each one, hissing and wincing at the particularly hard ones. Reaching the buckle of his jeans, you swiftly undid his fly to grab his cock from within. The limited space made the position a bit difficult but you've done it in smaller places.

"Suck it," he huffed, small hips wiggling at the arousal building in his groin. "I want to feel the pretty mouth around my dick."

Withdrawing him fully, you slid your tongue across the very top of his dick. You did this a few times, a motion that made his thighs tense up, before sliding down his length. His cock grew harder the longer you teased him. You giggled softly when it twitched in your hand, almost as if moving away from the sensitivity. Chasing that down, you flicked your tongue along the thick under vein where blood pumped through him. You liked the look and feel of it. A white shaft topped with a reddening bulb looked utterly delicious to you. Raffy then moaned particularly loud when you inched his tip to your throat, the faint gagging sounds in the car. He gripped the back of the seat for support as you deepthroat him again.

"Better than your toys, huh?" You couldn't see it, but you knew he’d smiled at this.

"So much better," you said. Precum soon trickled out of his tip, spilling onto your tongue it wasn't unpleasant. You hummed in delight, tasting the sweet but salty substance. "I love sucking cock," you moaned, knowing guys love to hear that even if it's a lie. "So much."

"And now you're going to love sucking mine, Kitten," he groaned.

You continued doing this until the car came to a halt. Quickly, you both straightened yourselves and stepped out right before someone opened the door. Neither of you acknowledged the driver, who'd let you out, since you were too distracted by one another. Raffy’s house remained in semi-darkness, with a low light coming from moonlight and lanterns on a porch outside. Not that this mattered. Raffy was all you could really see. Your sex pulsed and you whimpered when Raffy pushed you up against a wall right inside the foyer. His hands stayed on your hips, lips crashing into yours, as you felt his fingers find the zipper to your skirt. In a flick of his wrist, he unzipped the garment and loosened it enough for him to slide his hands inside. You unzipped his pants for the third time tonight, and lightly stroked his throbbing member.

This propelled Raffy to lead you from the wall into a nearby lounge, where you hit the back of a sofa. You hastily removed the cardigan he'd originally worn to the party and unbuttoned his shirt. Not fully removing the shirt, you went back to groping any part of him you could while he untied the strings to your own jacket. His dick twitched in your hand once more, so you gave it a squeeze that had Raffy growling in your mouth. He grinded himself into your hand a few times as he lifted your shirt and bra over your chest. You moaned softly when his fingers found a nipple to pinch, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

"Bedroom?" You muttered between kisses, gripping his hair to keep his head where you wanted it.

"Fuck yes," he breathed, chuckling drunkenly.

Stairs are a drunk person's biggest obstacle. You and Raffy stumbled or tripped multiple times as you continued kissing and fondling your way up the stairs. At one point, you landed on him at the top, and felt nearly content to have him there. But no, staircases are too much of a challenge.

Raffy and you eventually made it to his bedroom, which was shrouded in utter darkness. He guided you into the room and shut the door behind him. Clothes immediately came off. The sounds of fabric hitting his bedroom floor were accompanied by the faint whines and whimpers you both let out. The moment he had you naked, Raffy pushed you onto his bed. Underneath, you felt a soft mattress and smooth covers. With a soft click, he turned on his bedside lamp.

"Shit…" he said in a single breath, "Look at you…"

No malice. No taunting. Pure amazement swirled in those blue eyes. In nothing but your panties, you felt wanted under his gaze. Raffy stared at you the way you imagined Blossom’s fans staring at her photos. He wanted you. He wanted all of you. You saw his cock standing at full attention between his thighs, and his chest heaving in every breath. Blond hair more tangled than usual from your hands, and lips swollen from rough kissing, he looked beautiful. You'll worry about the outcome of this in the morning.

"Don't just stand there," you said, reaching for his wrist, "Come here."

You yanked onto the bed with you, and you immediately spread your legs to let him in. Stings of pleasure burned in your clit every time his shaft grinded into you. Your need became exponentially higher when his tip brushed your clit, the head spreading the folds apart for direct contact. You gripped at his biceps, your nails digging into his flesh as he continued this motion. His mouth on your nipple added more kindling to the passion burning inside you.

Your desire held a vice-like grip on you, and only Raffy could break it.

"Raffy, please," you whined into his ear, the way Blossom did in her videos. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."

He grabbed you by the throat. Most inexperienced boys nearly strangle a girl when they try doing this "taboo" move, but not Raffy. Only his thumbs dug into the sides of your neck, while his palm simply pressed to the center. You liked it. The small bit of pressure kept you from breathing too deeply, yet not so much that you'd pass out. He forced you to look at him as he said:

"Call me 'Daddy'," he said, "Like you do in your videos. I like hearing you say it."

Ugh, so typical. But, it was the only way to get what you wanted. Maybe if you did this one favor, he'll delete his evidence and you'll be free.

"Daddy," you called in your most innocent tone, "Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. I feel so tingly and hot down there."

He chuckled between gritted teeth. "Of course, Kitten."

Raffy separated from you to grab a condom from the bedside drawer. He fiddled around in the area for a minute or so before climbing back onto you. You expected him to rip open the packet and slide it on, but he didn't. Instead, he kissed down your body to your center, where he gave your aching pussy a swift lick. Your knees trembled and you gripped his bed sheets as he continued lapping at your soaked clitoris. He wasn't hasty. He circled the tip of his tongue slowly up and around it, occasionally dipping lower to your entrance. Clearly, porn must've taught him a thing or two. Or maybe he's watched enough of your videos to know what made your back arch. Delighted hums escaped your chest and went into the air as he tortured you with his tongue. You didn't want him to stop despite the growing tenderness flickering in your clit. It dawned on you why girls hooked up with him despite his reputation.

Finally, he came back up with the condom. Quickly, he rolled it on and then pressed to your pussy one more time. It was hell. You'd never let him know exactly how badly you needed him, but he knew. It was why he so carefully dragged himself across it before finally pushing inside. A rush of euphoric relief shocked you. You wrapped yourself around him immediately, his lanky body resting on top of yours as he rocked himself into you inch by inch.

Your nails dragged your hands down his back, causing him to thrust into you harder. Soon, Raffy built up a steady rhythm that pushed right near your g-spot. It became unbearable. You swore it was an archer missing the target on purpose. Raffy kept his hips angled a certain way as to touch near it but not on it. You thought at first he must not be finding it, so you directed your hips to guide him there. But then you realized that he did it on purpose when you saw him firmly pin your hips down.

"I decide where this goes, yeah?" He panted, going back to his pace as he knelt up. "You just lay there and take it how I give it to you."

"Daddy…" you cried out when he gave a particularly rough push. "Oh god, Daddy, please."

Holding your hips, he withdrew from you and rolled you over. Stronger than he looked, you thought. Raising your lower half up, you cried out with his swift push back inside you. He knew you liked this position. Being a fan, he must’ve known you liked taking it from behind. You loved being forced down, and slammed into by your lover until you both came. Raffy made it even better with sharp smacks to your ass.

"Yes, yes," you panted, clutching his satin pillowcases, "Smack my ass. Smack it again."

So he did. He did it again, again, and again. You knew your bottom would hurt, but with the overwhelming sensations, it didn't matter.

"Push back," he huffed after a while, "I want to watch you bounce on it-oh god."

You put yourself firmly in place and started rocking your hips. The view Raffy must have awed him. His grip on your waist became tighter as he watched your ass ripple and smack into his narrow hips. He didn't move while you worked, happy to stay kneeling and observing you. The sounds he made were sweet. Short, needy whimpers sometimes followed by soft groans joined your own. So, you alternated between fast and slow strokes to drag out those whiny moans of his.

You then knelt up so your back hit his chest, giving him access to the front of you. His face immediately buried in your neck, kissing and licking there.

"You feel so fucking good," he said in your ear, now bottoming up into you. "I knew it'd be the best pussy I ever had."

"Oh yeah?" You pushed onto his cock and stayed there with him buried deep in you. "I'm the best?"

"Yeah, you are," he grunted, palming and squeezing your breasts. "I spent so many hours watching this pussy take all sorts of toys and dildos, I knew it'd have such a good grip-Fuck, Y/N."

You started rutting against him out of nowhere. His cock now hitting the very center, you held onto his forearms as your orgasm snuck onto you. It rippled throughout your body and constricted every muscle until they burned. His own came with sloppy, erratic thrusts and him holding onto you tightly. You each rode out your climax together, trembling together until you collapsed onto his bed. Laying beside each other, neither of you said anything for a while. You did not know what to say; you're here because he'd expose Blossom if you did not.

"You're better than I expected," you laughed weakly, carefully stretching your burning thighs and legs.

"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" He asked, affronted but amused.

"Guys like you don't know what they're doing when they get in bed," you answered. "You usually care about yourselves."

"I've had a lot of practice," he replied. He turned to you, "I think this is a good start to a wonderful thing, don't you?"

"What do you mean?" You asked cautiously.

"You didn't think I'd only shag you once, did you?" When you stared in confusion, he continued, "I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw your first post. There's no way I'm only hitting this once," he grabbed your bare bottom and pecked your lips.

"You can't do that," you reasoned, sitting up despite your tiredness. "That's…so fucked up, Raffy."

"Who says I can't? I didn't get these illegally. You're 18, so you're legal," he replied, sitting up with you.

"Because it's wrong."

"It wasn't wrong when I was fucking you a few minutes ago," he smirked. "I didn't hear any complaints then."

"Whether I liked the sex or not isn't important," you retorted, "You're exploiting me. You're…Ugh, just delete the photos."

"No," he said confidently. "I've only just scratched the surface of all the things I want to do with you."

"What else could you possibly want?"

"As I told you, nothing too extreme." He scooted closer to you, hand on your thigh, "It's not as if you didn't enjoy it, right? There's nothing wrong with that. I know I definitely enjoyed myself tonight, especially since it's you, Kitten." At your stony expression, he said, "Look, I'm not going to tell anyone about it. It'll stay between us, if you want," he pecked your bare shoulder, then brought his sheets over both of you. "I'm not deleting them. Don't try unlocking my phone either because I have them elsewhere."

You slid off the bed, wrapping the duvet around your body. Your disbelief turned into anger. He made you go through strenuous sex with him, for him to not only go through with his end of the bargain. You honestly should not be surprised. Guys like Raffy will seize any chance at free sex. He didn't stop you as you made your way to the door. Shutting it behind you, you stewed in your anger as you cleaned yourself up. You hated it. Yes, you'd liked the sex but not enough to let him continue extorting you.

You felt so helpless.

****

Raffy watched you leave into the bathroom, then reached for his phone. He stopped the recording, and then accessed it from his gallery. He skimmed through the video to the end, where he and you spoke. He cropped it out. His friends didn't need to know what he held over your head. They only needed evidence. He then added the one from the car, and Archie's sitting room. You looked divine to him.

Raffy: bagged the fattie tonight! Worth it!

He waited for them to respond. He put on the first video, content with watching how you slowly unraveled for him. You must be desperate for sex if you let him have it so easily. Not that he blamed you. Lots of girls fell for his charms in the end. He would've thought there was something wrong with you if you'd said 'no'. He watched the way your breasts spilled from your top, and how sensitive they were to his mouth. He'd loved sucking on them alone. But, the best part was your orgasm. Raffy could watch you orgasm over and over and never tire of it.

Kojo: yooo you did?? LMAO

Nav: Hope you're not hurting too bad hahaha

Kyle: and your bed is still intact lmao

He attached the video and sent it into the chat. Honestly, you aren't as large as they say. He certainly handled you without issue. He liked all the soft rolls and curves he could hold onto. They didn't understand because they never broaden their minds in the world of sexual pleasure. Next to him, tucked away inside his dresser are all the sex books he'd bought over the years. He spent time studying the female body and sex just to be the best. Girls don't come back if you're shit in bed. He would have you more than once, certainly. Raffy sat back against his pillows, the glow of his orgasm still lingering inside him. He heard the shower inside turn on. He considered joining you, simply to hold you in his arms for a while.

Raffy: And that's only half the action boys! She gave me a handy at the party and head in the car.

The best he's ever had. He remembered being stuck in a place between reality and utter bliss the entire time. From the moment he felt you cum around his fingers, he couldn't satiate his appetite. Normally, he can contain himself with girls. They didn't like it if he pushed or acted too forward, but not you. He's sure you did this because of the blackmail, but he knew you enjoyed it. You came so much and so hard on him that your juices spread onto his balls. Your pussy gripped him in a way that he thought he might lose all sense. You could have asked him for his car keys, and he would've handed them over. How can you expect him to give it up so easily?

Nav: FUCK SHE'S HOT!! 🤩🤩

Kojo: Bruv, I take back everything I said about her. Look at them tits, man! I'm in love 😍

Nav: she knows her way around a cock for sure

Archie: Can I have a turn??

Raffy: she's too much woman for you Chubs

Archie: I'm bigger than you. I could handle her.

Kyle: He's not wrong. You're a twig, mate.

Raffy: I like to think I'm more of a branch than a twig.

Raffy watched the car video, where he held the phone to show you choking on his length. You'd kept him walking around the edge the entire time. He might ask you to suck him off again only so he could feel your mouth and tongue. Some of Raffy’s favorite videos were the blowjob POVs.

Kojo: just noticed she's wearing stockings.

Nav: love that 😍

Kojo: yo let us come over for a turn, yeah? 🤣

Raffy: as if

The shower turned off. You could use whatever you liked in his bathroom. He pictured you coming out, dripping wet and batting your lashes, telling him you can't find a towel. He'd offer to dry you himself, just to make sure you're dry, and it leads to a second round inside your gorgeous body. But instead, you came out dry with his duvet wrapped around you again. It'll have your scent on it now. He couldn’t wait to bury his face in it.

"I've decided to go along with your bullshit exploitation," you said, arms crossed. "For now," you added quickly.

"Okay," he snorted as if he needed your permission in the first place.

Kyle: I reckon that's a whopping 300 points

Kojo: lucky fucker

He put his phone down and pulled the sheets down next to him. "Stay with me," he said, patting the bed. "I like having you here."

"Your parents won't care that a girl stayed over?"

"They're in Paris."

Or so said their last message. Raffy didn't want to think about them right now.

When you did not come to him, he went to you. Cupping your face, he placed gentle kisses on your lips and cheeks. He kept kissing you until he lured you into the bed with him, letting you straddle him. Nav was wrong. Your weight did not hurt him at all; he liked it. It was similar to a restraint, light and with a bit of wiggle room. He pulled the covers over you again, and you two spent the night kissing and fondling until you drifted to sleep.

He slept like a baby.

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a/n: Hey, I hoped you all liked this one. It’s my first ty tennant fic so I’m not sure if it’s any good lol Thanks for reading

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