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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "đđźđđźâ" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
#yeehaw#1k#5k#10k#posts that got cursed. blasted. im making these tag updates after... 19 hours?#also i have been told it should say speech loss bc nonverbal specifically refers to the permanent state. did not know that!#unfortunately i fear it is so far past containment that even if i edited it now it would do very little. but noted for future reference#edit 2: nvm enough ppl have come to rb it from me directly that i changed the wording a bit. hopefully this makes sense#also. in case anyone is curious. though i doubt anyone who is commenting these things will check the original tags#1) my friend did not do this on purpose in any way. it was not intended to distract me or to hit on me. im a lesbian hes a gay man. cmon now#he felt very bad about it afterwards. i thought it was hilarious but it was very embarrassed and apologetic#2) âwhy didn't he use đŤľđź?â didn't exist yet. âwhy didn't he use đ?â dunno! we'd been using a lot of hand emojis. đđź is an ok sign#like it makes sense. it was just a silly mixup. also No i did not invent đđźđđź as a gesture meaning sex. do you live under a rock#3) nonspeaking episodes are a recurring thing in my life and have been since i was born. this is not a quirky one-time thing#it is a pervasive issue that is very frustrating to both myself and the people i am trying to communicate with. in which trying to speak is#extremely distressing and causes very genuine anguish. this post is not me making light of it it's just a funny thing that happened once#it's no different than if i post about a funny thing that happened in conjunction w a physical disability. it's just me talking abt my life#i don't mind character tags tho. those can be entertaining. i don't know what any of you are talking about#Except the ppl who have said this is pego/ryu or wang/xian. those people i understand and respect#if you use it as a writing prompt that's fine but send it to me. i want to see it#aaaand i think that's it. everyday im tempted to turn off rbs on it. it hasn't even been a week
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr#warm up#idk . having trouble writing rn#ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum#i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for#i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography#like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days#furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will#actually ever happen#ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum
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The final TF2 issue really got to me. Spoilers, but itâs the reveal that all of this suffering and murder and war over gravel and shitty land was for nothing but senseless, bottomless hatred. That the administrator canât even remember where this revenge plot started as she flashes through different false memories of her parentsâ deaths. There was never a tragic backstory or justification, only terrible people doing despicable things. And despite how crass and stupid and unserious TF2 is, the story subverts every expectation by showing the survivors and inheritors willingly breaking the cycle. Ms. Pauling lies to the administrator and chooses not to save her, and finally lets her die. (Hurts even more if you read into the subtext that Ms. Pauling is in love with the administrator.) She lets the final cache of Australium go and walks away from the burden and legacy of a century-old bloodfeud. Hale lets Grayâs daughter go and live her life freely. Spy is the first to arrive at Scoutâs house and meet his big family, finally takes off his mask, and helps with the kids. Even Merasmus exhaustedly makes peace with himself and Soldier and chooses not to curse him or something. Thereâs nothing to finish, no promises to keep, and no one to avenge. The only thing to do is break the cycle and walk away.
It feels odd how happy and warm everything is, but it feels so right and earned. These bloodthirsty, awful, violent men were expendable cogs in a machine of endless violence, and they found a way out. Itâs a genuinely great message about letting go the past that burdens you and finding the will and a way to hit the bricks, change, and be happy. Maybe they donât technically deserve happiness, but theyâve got it nonetheless, and theyâre not gonna let it go to waste. Theyâre still all crazy and violent, but on their own terms now and with people who love them! Smiles.
#tf2#rant#personal#the stuff with the administrator reminded me of the ending of breaking bad#except the admin isnât as self aware as Walt lol#that there was never a sympathetic reason or justification to fall back on#all of this was done simply because they were sadistic people#I really appreciate the writers avoiding the expected trope of the administrator dying and#Ms Pauling taking the mantel and becoming the next administrator. both as a either a girlboss empowerment thing or a sad but realistic end#like nah theyâre happy and doing well. we wonât torture these characters any more and doom them to continuing the cycle#theyâll be happy and youâll be happy for them
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Biblically accurate Blurr~
Blurr's Spotlight was actually the very first Transformers comic I ever read. I remember looking at the first pages and being like, holy shit, dude why are you so ugly?? Ahahjcmgmg
#maccadam#transformers#blurr#spotlight Blurr#I opened the spotlight without any fucking context about Blurr#and for the first half I was kinda expecting him to become a Decepticon#because he was#how do I say it#a bitch. He was a bitchđ#Egotistical and arrogant and overconfident#And. Well. In cartoons those traits are typically showed in the Decepticons#He didnât fucking care about anything or anyone except himself#This isnât what good old autobots looked like in tfp for example#but then he decided to join the Autobots#because he wanted to do the same thing he did before the war#he wanted to do something that matters to the world#yeah this was the moment I realised that#oh fuck there it is. The depth I wanted to see in cartoons so bad.#The shades of gray#Blurrs Spotlight sold my soul to Idw comics ahaha#Later I discovered that Blurrs are fucking doomed to heroic death but we donât touch that right now
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if buddie becomes canon 911 will be the first show with banger after banger after banger after banger of main ships.
athena and bobby? unmatched. immaculate.
hen and karen? magnificent.
chimney and maddie? perfection.
buck and eddie? flawless.
#911 abc#eddie diaz#evan buckley#bobby nash#athena grant nash#hen wilson#karen wilson#chimney han#maddie buckley#buddie#buck x eddie#op#pfft i said if buddie becomes canon#i mean when they become canon#another thing theyâll have going for them are all the bad ship names#except madney#madney is the only ship name thatâs a bop#but like bathena henren buddie???#they need work
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forgive me while i analyze a sitcom that ended like ten years ago, but i don't think psych degraded in quality at all as it went on. it seems rather like what quality they had got funneled into specific episodes, so instead of a consistent aura of general Sauce like in the first half of the show, in the second half you get absolute banger episodes that leave you barely able to breathe whether through comedy or emotional devastation sprinkled between episodes that feel more unmemorable by comparison.
similarly, while the series is always running on goofy scenarios, they tend to be goofy case scenarios (death during civil war reenactment; a dinosaur did it; a sea lion was murdered) in the first half and then start trending towards goofy character scenarios (gus and shawn accidentally yet totally preventably get their dna all over a crime scene; lassiter becomes a pathetic slobbering mess in the field; Last Night Gus) in the second half.
i think these reasons â combined with 00's nostalgia â are why a lot of fans prefer the vibes of the first four seasons even though a fair portion of highest rated episodes (including the consistently highest ranked one) and honestly most of my favorite episodes come from the latter four seasons.
#just something to think ab#and of course there are exceptions to that second paragraph#such as the Clue episode and Lassie did a Bad Bad Thing#but as a trend the plots become more character-focused#psych#psych 2006#running my mouth
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imagine john catching you making out nasty with one of the boys and theyâre trying to pull away, already got an apology on the tip of their tongue.
but you swallow it down into your own mouth, keeping him close by the hook of his pants. and when they finally turn to face john, hes anything but pissed.
heâs aroused.
the way your boy will be so panicked, eyes wide and stumbling over his words as he tries hard to apologize to his captain for touching you, for kissing you all wet and filthy and why arenât you panicking like he is-
but nope. you are leaning even closer, the soft flesh of your chest pressing against his and your fingers in the hoop of his pants, slowly trailing lower and lower even with john right there.
john who just stares on. john who keeps his calm, and you who giggles against his ear.
âdonât stop now, honey,â you coo, grin wicked as you kiss along his jaw, eyes on john. âmy darling husband doesnât mind. dare I say, heâd been waiting on it.â
#noona.asks#johnny who is just a confused flustered mess???#kyle thinking hes fucked up REAL BAD bc john is basically his idol except kyle can see his bulge oooh#simon who had convinced himself hed ruined the one good thing he had going on for his life but your kisses jus end those thoughts ohhh#cod x reader#cod x you#cod#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x you#tf 141#cod imagines#john price x reader#noona.writes
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(submitted by someone i wish i could tag not my shit whoever did this because tumblr wonât let me see it i love you)
i am just going to make a masterpost of my schoolâs shenanigans
a: âill tell you where its from after we get outta hearing range of (teacher). dont wanna get in troubleâ has gotten in trouble for swearing^
b: â(name) most of the things you say would get you in troubleâ
a: â.. fairâ
c (teacher) was proctoring and so we were in another classroom. he walked in, and immediately said âwhats up knuckleheadsâ
d: âbbq beans???? its 07:11!!!â
e: âyeahâ
f: âhand or mouth?â
g: âteethâ
f: ânoâ
h: ânoâ
aâplease add arson (to a story) if you didnât alreadyâ
bâthatâs their first date wtfâ
bâi want to add a dark turn to my story but half of the characters are already deadâ
a âkill anotherâ
b âhes gonna die later!â
a âwhats wrong with a necromancyâ
bâhe already died once already!â
aâwhats wrong with a SECOND necromancy?â
bâhe only has 9 livesâ
aâwhat about 100th necromancy?â
aâstab and run!â- quoting a list of crimes
bâthats a 6 year oldâ
aâwhatâ
bâripping out organs wasnt an issueâ
aâoh thats just tuesday!â
bâwhat are you scared of?â
aâsomeone opening my writing app and reading it⌠(this bitch wrote porn!)and also the koolaid man.â
bâohyeahâ
(about pot stickers (the food)at school)
a âthe outside of this tastes like pasta⌠lasagna ass bitchâ
d: a
a: yea?
d: go home!
a: ok (turns around and leaves, mom picked her up)
âlet go of the tree!â
âit makes oxygen for me i love itâ
i just. saw a kid taking a swig of honey. it is nine in the morning. why. i am in fear
a âi dont care if its good i care if its done because mine sure isntâ
b âinsurance???â
b âbut seriously. how do you tone (english class)â
a ââŚâŚâŚâŚ.. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaâ
c âaustria said âits mine! kick rocks.ââ
c âaustria said âi want to control it all because i have problems and therapy doesnât exist yetââ
c âidk what you learn in b r a i n c l a s sâ about psychology
i âi will cut out your spleen if you dontâ
a ââŚâ
i âjokes on u im into that shitâ
a âdo i even have a spleen?????â
i âNOT WHEN IM DONE WITH YOU!!! YOU WONT HAVE A PROBOSCUS. wait do you know how to spell that cuz i sure dontâ
c throwing a basketball at the hoop âLEEBRONâ
he missed
c âfor michael jacksons legacyâ missed bball shot
c âtheres some guy! hanging from a Thing there!â
c âhes crying on a donkey! name something more sad!â
aâcrying not on a donkey, donkeys are expensiveâ
a kid showed off his playboy hoodie to our teacher. she did not know where the logo is from and he walks a free man
a (hands croc to a mf): i entrust you with this to protect yourself and the money
g immediately: threateans a known kleptomaniac with the croc in defence of 5 high-schoolers pizza money
i took a yearbook picture of my friend pretending to draw in a notebook with a stylus for a touchscreen. will they notice? will they put it in the yearbook? who knows! only time will tell!
a âthe pile of ppl are growing!â
a âthere is a guy on the floor here. .. he is scuttling..â
g âhey colonoscopy man. leave.â
colonoscopy man âyou talked to jesus didnât youâ
g âcolonoscopy man leaveâ
j âstop mistreating- manhandling my bananaâ
honorable mention: molotov soaptail which caused emotional support among us
#submission#i am sorry for this much stuff my school is floridian#public school#school#quotes#inspirational#inspiring quotes#teachers#teacher#school quotes#i love you#i support every decision you make#do it#except not the bad things#be alive#being alive is great
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These freaks are not studying (good for them)
Closeups below :)
#they all fully passed out by accident#except for Adaine who sat down with the intention of tricking Riz into napping#ugh#I fully believe that they follow the safety in numbers rule while sleeping but none of them ever admit it out loud#when âyouâve had your body taken over by a nightmare god in the past you kinda donât feel great sleeping alone yâknow?#check out the âFabian and Gorgug jacket swap too cause thatâs my favorite thing to do#the bad kids all wear each others clothes so much itâs hard to remember who they originally belonged to and I believe that#and they love each other so much#fantasy high#d20#d20 fantasy high#dimension 20#d20 fanart#fantasy high fanart#fh#fhjy#adaine abernant#riz gukgak#fabian seacaster#kristen applebees#gorgug thistlespring#fig faeth#the bad kids#kalina#Cassandra is in the stars :)#undescribed#not described#my art
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LOA Shiptober Day 4: How They Met
October content month was ambitious..
This one took me. Shockingly long. Whoops! Iâll probably end up jumping around the prompt list and it might extend into November đ
Iâll try to do day 31 on the actual date of Halloween though đŤĄ
#the good or bad thing depending on who you ask about my ship art is that there are many more ranting tags#once again bringing my âhe canât blush but what if he didââ agenda#Ngl the first panel reminds me of a childrenâs book itâs kind of fire#I feel like frost doesnât like being touched by most people#but then he meets gricko professional animal friend and heâs so confused bc wtf why doesnât he hate this#so thatâs the drawing#sighs fondly confused grimmorning#except frost is the only one thatâs confused#Im not joking when I say this one took me a long time I started it the day before the prompt and finished it like a week later#unintentional but frost is doing the Jim halpert thing#he wasnât supposed to be but it turned out that way#frost donât Jim the fourth wall.. community reference yeah..#I keep forgetting gricko tail agenda#also I love all the requests Iâve been getting once shiptober is over those will be popping up#anyways thatâs enough out of me#but seriously some of those requests are so good theyâre actually inspiring me to finish these pieces#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#morning frost#gricko grimgrin#grimmorning#gricko x frost#OH last thing possible stardust rhapsody art on the way I have to share my dandy art with the world
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I love Raph and havenât said that enough so to be more specific I love that Raph is a soft boy who loves bear plushies, a gross boy who eats an assortment of things that are definitely better left alone, a smart boy who is more than capable of taking down villains through planning and fortitude alike, a strong boy who is dedicated to training his muscles and fighting prowess, a teenage boy who loves his brothers but is more than happy to tease and roughhouse with them, an angry boy who sometimes lets his anger take a hold of him to cover the fear, a gentle boy who is generous with hugs and affirmations to those he loves, a capable boy who takes on more than should ever be expected of a teenager, a good boy who just wants to be a hero and slowly comes to realize the cost of that duty, a good boy who has no reservations about putting himself in the way of harm coming to his family, a good boy whoâs a great brother and son and person and deserves only the best the world has to offer.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt raph#rise raph#heâs so wonderful frfr#my poor boy is traumatized but still so proud of what they accomplished because theyâre HEROES#what started as something fun - Saturday morning cartoon-like heroes vs villains esque - soon becomes his calling#and he loses himself a little along the way#because the world is TERRIFYING now#if they donât do something about the bad things in the world then worse things will come#and Raph CARES too much to let it happen#even at the expense of his own happiness and youth#and he luckily reigns back that fear - knowing his family is there to keep an eye out with him#and he finally lets himself be a kid again#heâs very well rounded and his flaws are so good because (like the others) they are ALSO his strengths#I like how itâs softly implied that bears are his fav animal too bc thatâs cute af#headcanon that he likes them so much because a stuffed bear was the first toy splinter managed to get Raph#but yeah one of my favorite things about tmnt is that the characters are well rounded and rottmnt exemplifies that immensely#with raph being no exception!!#amazing big brother and character#thereâs a REASON in my tmnt main character tierlist heâs S tier!!!!#hot take but in terms of who should be leader I think it should be less whoâs the better leader-#-and more whoâs the better leader FOR THIS SPECIFIC MISSION#bc all four can be great leaders fight me on that#APRIL can as well 100%#doesnât need a designated leader for them to succeed#they just need ~communication~#one of my favorite things tying Raph and Leo together is that they both *hide*#Iâve talked about Leoâs many masks a lot but Raph has one too#and itâs the mask of a hero - the mask of the protector
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NEED to check these things for fleas. take them to the VET! so sad they can't have deviantart they would have loved deviantart.
#crawling out of the debris of my dead laptop and the horrid presets and graphics on the temp one i am using. coughing up dust. i. like them.#jrwi#jrwi tmk#total monster kill#jrwi lucia#jrwi jin#jrwi everett#everett james peddlebridge#IS IT EVEN THAT. IS IT SPELT LIKE THAT. SHOT IN THE DARK.#just roll with it#avepharts#yeah the emmmoo thing is a reference to that one arthur image im always damn referencing#ENJOYING TMK. it is giving the how to dragon books meets monster hunter to me. except stupider. love weird freak characters.#i also need to mention i was losing it when bizly was describing everett because it was. SO similar to my chip design.#anyway. big fan of the scene where jin is like âoh my badâ and then lucia picks her nose and wipes it on everett. peak.
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he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.
except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?
at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.
except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.
about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.
he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.
#i used to think it was romantic too and then i was like. now i see it as a HUGE red flag#writeblr#it is also almost EXCLUSIVELY said by immature ppl who think this is normal#fyi even if u think it's funny and ur like 'im an introvert it's just TRUE' like. you need therapy (ily tho)#healed introversion is just ''i would prefer to be by myself'' not ''i hate every person'' ... hate is not normal. that is not healthy#im sorry. i know it feels accurate. but if you're walking around with that kind of rage....#1. you're making a LOT of assumptions about every single person u have ever met. which is often unfair and unkind#and also usually involves judging people based on their worst moments or little mistakes#2. you are being unfair to the person who is ur ''exception''#3. there is a VAST difference between ''ur my favorite person'' and ''the ONLY person i like.''#idk i think this is just a personal bias thing tbh#im sure there are people who have this experience normally#but i have YET to find a man who thinks like this and ISNT absolute DOGSHIT. although tbh.... like. im sure he exists#when u hit like 30 some of the things that were once kind of hot now just sound fucking exhausting. like ''im in a band''#edit in the tags: i used to kind of be like this too. but the thing is that like. my life became so much more peaceful#once i started believing that people are generally good. like yes i am mad at the world at large#but it's just.... a very hard way to live. you're not a bad person or wrong for the ways other people hurt you and taught you to be angry.#but that anger will continue to hurt YOU. it will punish YOU. it will prevent YOU from making new deep connections. it will protect you yes#but it will also cause MASSIVE blowback. bc if you lose the One Person... your life will fall apart. i know this personally.#i really recommend just trying to be... cautiously optimistic instead. like. yes#people can be horrible and cruel and there are some communities (incels for example) that aren't worth that optimism#but i think like... most people will hold a door for you . most people want to help you find your wallet .#i hope one day you are able to find peace. i hope that rage eventually smooths over. i know how hard it is PERSONALLY#and i know what must have happened to you. and im deeply deeply sorry we share the same wound.#but i promise - sometimes we all need someone else to help us carry the weight. eventually the rage has to die so that we can let help in#i had to spend years biting at outstretched hands. i still often do. im still very wary . and my heart breaks that you flinch too.#here's the thing: i don't blame you. but we were both acting out of fear and pain. .... not out of healthy behavior. and ... change#was needed. i needed change too. rage was useful for a while. then it just left me isolated and bitter. i had to (with effort)#choose to let that rage go. and let people in . VERY SLOWLY THO LOL
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â â âITâS ALL IN THE FAMILY.â
#. â synopsis : because you â you stupid little fuck, should have known better than to assume the worst out of this sick family youâve been unwillingly forced into from your parents unfaithful divorce. well, guess what? you were fucking right, and now â you only have yourself to blame, baby brother.
#. â content warning! incest, step-cest, dub-con at best, non-con at worst, brief mentions of bullying and violence, alcohol intoxication, big brother whitney being a creep, whiny little sister kylar, daddy bailey being bailey, virgin male reader, semi-forced blow job, cream pie, shit writing and shittier plot with two disconnected scenes.
#. â word count? wait, you guys count the fucking words and donât raw dog it in the notes app? like, real long, I guess. checked, itâs 7.5k w, jesus fucking christ.
#. â asherâs unhelpful note. âI did it purely for the sister fucking. so I had to churn something out. something filthy â and I mean fucking disgusting shit, yâknow? (keep in mind, this is a repost of my old writing from around may, so if itâs dog shit then my writing has progressed from dog shit to even shitter dog shit.)
Divorces papers hastily signed away, the ink dotted onto the lines promising that this was indeed reality along with leathered suitcases packed to the brim. Family problems never were easy, much less when it had all happened far too quickly. To your parents separating, the familiar grip of your motherâs hand stringing you far away from the house you had grew up in, it all seemed like one bad dream. Unfortunately it wasnât, no. This was the harsh reality of things, hands clasped on your shoulders as you were forced to introduce yourself to the man she had vowed to marry and the children he bore.
Fuck, if only your mother hadnât remarried.
âThis is stupid.â You muttered beneath your breath to which your mother, sharp as ever had somehow heard.
âOh please, this is necessary. Unless you wish for us to keep on living in that cramped apartment? I am only doing what is needed for us to survive.â She sharply retorted back, not leaving much room to argue with as it was the truth. Your lives had been much more difficult since the divorce, selfish father that took everything else with him and went away to god-knows-where, probably off to spend it all in one go at the sleazy brothel in town. Filthy bitch.
Yes, it had been hard, but if you had been given one more year, finished school for real, graduated and got a job â Perhaps then, you wouldâve been able to provide for the two of you andâ
âWhy donât you introduce yourself, dear?â
Breaking out of your reverie, you had faintly registered then that you had arrived into this overly large establishment your mom referred to as your new home. Standing before you was probably the man she had fussed about so much during the uneventful drive. Dark, slicked back hair and stern eyes that dragged over your lips down to the curve of your throat, almost as if to criticize. His outstretched arm and hand stuck out waiting, that was probably for yours to shake which you reluctantly did.
âItâs nice to meet you, sir..?â You uttered coolly, enduring the firm grasp he had on your fingers till he finally was the first to pull away.
âBailey.â
âBailey.â You repeated back the unfamiliar name as if to slowly get used to it, knowing you wouldnât.
âWhitney, Kylar, come down here and properly greet your brother.â
One boy â you assumed to be Whitney, a little older than you, stood at the top of the oaky staircase, perched over the banister. Ruffled blonde hair and sharp blue eyes hidden behind his fringe, eyeing you with disinterest as he made his way down the creaking steps and over to you.
âNice to meet you.â He grinned, taking ahold of your hand in his with what was evidently a faux smile, one that didnât quite reach his mean eyes that matched his father, a lingering streak of maliciousness in them. Even his grip, barely restrained in its force, threatened to crush your hand before ultimately letting go.
âYou too.â Forcing a smile back, both of you knew then, the stifling tension that brewed in the air â Neither of you were going to get along here.
âHey freak, itâs your turn.â
Another, you had barely noticed, a smaller girl scuffling about in the background, anxiously fiddling with the ends of her oversized sleeves, skittish green eyes purposefully avoiding your gaze whenever you so much as glanced her way. That must be the only daughter, Kylar. Cute thing she was, though your mind couldnât allow yourself to continue that stray thought any further considering the implications thatâd involve after meeting your soon-to-be-step-sister. Fucking get your mind straight, will you?
âP-Pleasure to meet you..â In contrast to her brotherâs confident strides, she shuffled towards you before clasping your soft palms together in a hold, weakly shaking it.
â..Pleasure is all mine.â You replied, matching her weirdly formal way of speaking.
Well, she didnât seem so bad compared to the rest.
The introduction didnât last very long, lacking any real warmth usually found between two shared families merging together as one. It felt more stiff than anything though you couldnât spare the thought to think it any further, an ushered murmur said to make yourself at home.
As you made your way over to your new room, hauling your hefty luggage up the wooden stairs, something within the depths of your guts stirred from the shared eyes that bore into the shape of your back, intently observing your every move.
The walls here felt unbearably bare.
Like the people that lived in it.
Ironically enough, your new room was much bigger than your older one, leaving little room to complain as you did when your mother had announced youâd be moving into a new place. All the reasons, no matter how good had earned nothing but a gentle shake of her head, dead set on her decision to drag you along. And to say you hadnât even told Robin youâd be moving away, best friends since childhood that shared everything between the two, except for this apparently. Imagining his freckled face, worry etched across his features had you wanting to go back to the town you knew, knowing you couldnât.
Sighing lowly, you sat down onto your bed, hearing the slightest crinkle beneath your weight as you felt an uncomfortable, sharp lump underneath it. That.. Reaching for the covers, you threw aside the thick blankets that covered the suspicious looking lump, revealing fresh packets of condoms haphazardly scattered across the sheets and an old, raunchy magazine displaying a cute-looking school boy getting brutally fucked against the lockers by his own bully.
Heat burned your face at the lewd sight, quickly shoving your little âgiftâ under your pillow so you couldnât spare another glance at it. Fucking bastards and their sick jokes, âgiftingâ you shit like that.
You werenât like them. Fucking perverts.
Were you?
â
Whitney was the first to change that.
From the first time he laid his eyes on you, you knew then what he thought of you, distaste apparent over his features, the slight curve of his upper lip curled into a snarl. It was obvious, your step-brother didnât like you. Shit, maybe hate would be a more appropriate word for the things heâd do. Whitney had made it clear from the get-go, the empty names youâd call each other were utterly meaningless, rarely slipping past his own lips. âLittle brotherâ. Fuck, you were a pain in his side more than anything else, dropping by unannounced into his life just like that simply because your shitty mother happened to divorce, meeting his dead beat father who then strung up with yours.
The blonde didnât attempt to hide his obvious disapproval of your presence in his house, blatantly knocking his shoulder into yours whenever he passed by, mouth cruelly drawn into a snide grin as you toppled down to the cold, hard, wooden floor with a dull thud. The bullying didnât stop there either, often encountering the delinquent in the school hallways, surrounded by his usual cronies that stuck to his side like a bunch of desperate, panting puppies, eager for his approval. They simply wouldnât leave you alone, went through your damn locker too, ransacking everything that sat in there before carelessly throwing aside the remnants into a nearby trash bin, left to fend for yourself.
Weak, useless. Thatâs what you were to him, and nothing else. Soon enough, heâd get rid of you, have you snap and run away, it was merely a matter of time.
Well, that was the initial plan he had made up in his mind â Too fucking bad for the poor bully that life didnât go always as planned, not when he caught you fresh out of the shower, worn towel snugly tucked around yours hips, a bit lower and heâd catch a glimpse of yourâ Fucking snap out of it, Whitney! The fresh droplets of water thatâd trickle down the curve of your back, cascading over the smooth surface before gently dripping onto the fuzzy carpet below. Fuck. Didnât help that he was staring a tad bit too hard, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from your bare form shamelessly displayed before him. You were doing this on purpose, werenât you? Tryna get him all distracted, fill his thoughts with nothing but your thighs sticky with his cum, your lips lightly parted to obediently suck on his fat cock, lapping away at the beads of pre-cum that trickled over the curved length.
Knew he had cracked the second his hand had reached for his cock, fisting his dick for all it was worth, hem of his shirt roughly held between his teeth as he jerked himself stupid to the thought of you. His annoying little brother, fucking bitch, oblivious to the effects you had on him whenever he came with a stifled curse, several strings of cum thatâd messily splatter across the curve of his toned stomach and his cotton sheets, staining it.
You, of course, lay ignorant to his frequent glances trailing over your frame, mistaking it for the hostility he had shown you over the past few weeks. You were partially right, except this time it was out of frustrated lust, cock stirring beneath his ripped jeans at the mere sight of his younger sibling now. God, not even the dumb whores thatâd sloppily suck him off in the grimy bathroom stalls between classes did it for him anymore, eyes shut in a haze to imagine it was your mouth instead wrapped around the tip of his cock.
Dumb slut. Dumb fucking slut you were, didnât know what he had in store for you. Take it as payback from having infested his mind with thoughts of you that stray to other thoughts and to other.. thatâd eventually end in the same scenario, fucking your slutty mouth wide open.
Yeah.. Actually having you choke down on his cock didnât sound half-bad now that he thought about it.
So why not make it happen?
It had been a mistake then to accept his offer over drinks, get to know each other better, he had cheerfully claimed with a friendly arm wrapped around your shoulder. Bullshit. Think he gave a shit about that? The only ache in his mind had went straight down to his slowly hardening cock underneath his grey sweats as his plan was brought into motion, insistently pouring more and more of his friends stolen bottle into your cup until you had lost track of the exact number. Prideful as ever, you had gulped it all down, unrelenting despite the nausea that had crept in your guts and the dizzying blur of your vision.
A hint of a rosy flush had started to spread throughout your skin, lightly dusting your cheeks with half-lidded eyes intently gazing back at your older brotherâs slouched form atop the cushioned couch. The dribbling liquid sloshed lazily in the glassy bottle that threatened to spill from your weakened grasp on it. TV faintly flickering in the background, playing some outdated show that had since long been forgotten by the two of you, leaving the remote abandoned on the coffee table.
âCmon, donât be such a baby.â Whitney would taunt whenever you hesitated in your sluggish movements, silently observing the rhythmic bobbing of your throat as you took quick shots from your half-full glass. Lightweight, he mused in his mind.
âIâm not a baby.â You retorted back with that fucking cute pouty expression he adored.
Fuck. Thatâs the look. That goddamn look of yours he was waiting for. Nothing better than some arrogant slut all fucked up, practically begging to be taken on his own fucking couch.
âYeah, sure. Whatever you say.â
âWhitney?â Shit, the way youâd call his name all whiny too, slipping past your own lips. Had his cock twitch like fucking hell, painfully aching between his spread legs.
âHm? What is it?â
âWhy are you so mean to me all the time?? What did I ever.. What did I ever do to you?? IâI just donât get it.â You hiccuped pathetically, stumbling over your own words, already half-drunk from the fizzling alcohol in your system.
Ah, so you didnât seem to get it at all yet, did you?
How cute.
ââCuz I wanna fuck your noisy mouth, thatâs why.â
â..What?â
Blinking back at him, you didnât even get the chance to register or mutter out another word before he was upon you. Knees firmly planted to each side, increasingly aware of his encompassing frame that towered overs yours as his clothed crotch faced your drunken expression. If it had been any other time, perhaps the blonde wouldâve paused then to greedily drink in the sight before him, but this was Whitney after all and he never liked to waste time on silly notions like foreplay, preferring the rougher options that came along with it.
So, fuck it all, right?
With practiced ease, he hurriedly shucked down the elastic waistband of his grey sweats past his hips, hefty cock confidently springing free from the constricting confines of the cotton fabric as it lightly smacked against the curve of his bare stomach. Fuck, you havenât had the slightest idea how long he had waited for this. Merely a matter of a few weeks for you, though for him, your older brother was dying to sink his dick in that whorish mouth of yours. Looked like youâve never taken a real cock either, snugly shoved down to the hilt of your inexperienced throat that heâd train till it became a sixth sense to you, gratefully swallowing down his salty cum.
Calloused fingertips tenderly dragged along the swollen flesh of your bottom lip, bloodied cut reopening from the time the bully had split your face open on his fists for the whole school to see in the busied courtyard on a particularly rainy day. Licked his knuckles clean too after that rough beating you took, savouring the heady taste of the crimson mess you left behind, groaning all the while. Had him stupidly hard for the rest of the day, itching to relieve some tension once he got back home. Great times, really.
Now wouldâve been the time then, probablyâ to sputter out your firm opposition over this, resist somewhat. Maybe kick the motherfucker in the balls, satisfyingly watch him writhe on the floor in agony before scrambling up the ancient staircase to hysterically yell about how you nearly got raped by your aforementioned step-brother, to your dozing mother. Christ, that wouldâve been the sane decision to do then yet, the bubbling drinks coursing through your veins had thoroughly taken its effect on you, blood rushing down lower to the wrong region, the sinking realization nearly making you bolt upright.
Fucking fuckâ you were hard.
And Whitney hadnât failed to notice.
âShit, are you getting hard from this?â The delinquent snickered hoarsely to himself, making a show to lightly tap at the growing bulge underneath your own jeans, all too visible despite the rough fabric that covered it. âShouldâve known youâd be into it. Your body speaks for itself, yâknow. You want this, you cock whore craving slut.â
No, no. This was all wrong. Mustâve been. You liked girls, didnât you? Squishy cunts and fat tits you could easily slip your cock into â god. Didnât like guys and if you did, your step-brother who treated you like nothing but shit wouldâve been last on the fucking list.
But you secretly do like being used this way, donât you? Baby brother.
âIâm n-not fuckingââ Attempting to deny the harsh statement, you cut yourself off from the sudden intruding tip eagerly pressed against your lips, flushed cock head leaking thickly and smearing sticky pre-cum all over.
It wasnât an order nor anything else that hung heavily in the air, a simple gesture, a subtle thrust of his hips that had his actions speak louder than any words wouldâve been capable of. Either you do it or not, the delinquent couldnât have cared less regardless, always used to getting what he wants and by god, if he wasnât going to fucking get this. Because the signals alarmingly ringing through your head felt faint in the face of this, shakily inhaling the musky scent of your big brotherâs throbbing cock subtly twitching in response to your feathered breaths against it, dribbling out more translucent pre-cum that melded with the scarlet stain of your bloodied lips.
Out of your damn mind â Thatâs what you were. To even properly consider the implication at hand here. Yet your lips wonât stop from parting, from sticking your pink tongue out, clumsily imitating the gestures those submissive girls in the cheap porns youâd watch underneath your thin covers late at night, shamefully enough. Always thought youâd be on the receiving end of that one day, dutifully patting at the soft hair slotted between your thighs however here you were, shyly pawing at Whitneyâs naked hips instead to steady yourself.
All your fault, all your damn fault so shut up and take it, alright? Shouldnât had led him on like that, now youâre only reaping what you sow, slut.
Felt more like he was plainly fucking your mouth than you were sucking him off, sharp, punishing thrusts meeting your open mouthed lips to drive himself deeper in that warm throat that reflexively tightened around his length whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot â drawing another string of adorable, strangled whimpers from you. âShit, you sure this your first time? Youâve got the mouth of a ��� hah, fuckinâ filthy glory hole.â Heat prickling up the nape of your neck at the direct statement uttered, the brief realization of your inexperience being taken away like this, from a blowjob. On the giving end. A first, that will mostly likely not be the only first after this, not when youâre unconsciously getting off to the thought for more in store despite your haze filled brain begging you to reason. Ah, fuck. Heâs gone and got you stupidly cock drunk now, didnât he? The bastard. Slurred mutterings tumbling out above you, almost hasty in how he handles you, wanting to truly savor this never-ending moment when his body canât stop on its own, too eager to be fulfilled of this yearning pleasure he sought out from you firstly. Thankful for your lack of gag reflex that somehow has you forcefully endure the ruthless slam of his hips, struggling grip straining onto his thighs for leisure, promising to leave a fresh set of bruising marks on the tanned flesh.
A delighted sigh softly escaped from the blonde as you finally gave his dick some much needed attention, experimentally running the flat of your tongue along his leaking slit, coaxing out more dribbling fat globs of pre-cum before slowly and carefully taking his full girth in the warm depths of your tight, wet mouth. âAhâ Fuck. Yeah, thatâs good.â No way can he hide the barely restrained, high-pitched, almost needy whimper that threatens to slither past him as you so prettily suck him down to the base, slobbering all over his throbbing balls that has him huffing out a cursed moan of satisfaction, eyes rolling back. âF-Fuckinââ god.â Canât help the sheer guttural groan that slips out from how tightly his baby brotherâs virgin lips sweetly glide around him, the uncertainty in your movements making it all the more endearing as you struggle to take him all in, saliva dripping over your chin to land in varying wet dots on the cushioned pillows. Looking so damn pretty like this with a mouthful of cock, your big brotherâs pulsing cock specifically. So donât blame him then when his hips automatically snap back, slender fingers instinctively reaching for the back of your head to entangle themselves through the soft strands of your hair, ruffling it.
Itâll be more than that though, the sick realization dawning upon him of this opportunity handed to him on a silver plater, free of his taking, of course. Not some other replaceable slut he can find anywhere else by chance, but one forcefully bound to him whether they like it or not since what can you possibly do? Come running with tears in your eyes to your mommy about what your big, mean, older brother did to you? His father will certainly not be one to help you for that matter, thatâs for damn sure. Who the hell will believe you then? No one. Fucking nobody. Inadvertently handing him free range to do whatever he so pleases with you, whenever, where the fuck ever. Oh, but it wonât only stop there, yâknow. Ruining you fully for the sake of his own selfish pleasure, corrupt that naive view of yours that has you blush bashfully at a bunch of lewd illustrations plastered onto the printed pages. Soon enough, the majority of your days will be lazily spent in his room, leaking cock dribbling profusely from the kitten licks youâll so cutely give him then while he absentmindedly scrolls on his phone, grinning proudly as you inevitably beg for more of him. And shit, Whitney isnât one to disappoint either â heâll have you rightfully rewarded for such behaviour, in public to be exact. Clip a nice, leathered collar around your neck along with a leash too, tug at it a bit to show off his newfound pet, his loyal little brother that sloppily sucks him off and happily sinks onto his hefty cock at a mere snap of his fingers. Drives him fuckinâ crazy merely thinking about it.
Thatâs right, suck on your big brotherâs fat cock to selfishly earn his twisted love, his blind adoration and protection of your being. His pet. His slut. His beloved baby brother. His now blood, flesh and soul tainted throughly by him himself. Personally service him on your knees like the whore that he knows you are. Fucking get on your knees and earn it.
All too soon, despite wanting to stretch this further solely to ingrain the addictive noises of your stifled whimpers and drooling mouth inside his perverted mind, visibly struggling to take him all in as he shamelessly used your throat like some sort of flesh light stretched to the hilt â He can feel himself reach the brink of his limit, confident hips stuttering in their steady thrusts to greedily bury the tip of his quivering cock into the back of your throat one last time. âF-Fuck. Stay like that â just fucking stay like that.â He hissed sharply between strained curses, head thrown back like some cheap virgin whore whoâs just received his first ever mind blowing blow job. The familiar overwhelming heat curling in the curve of his belly, like a coiling string on the verge of popping. Balls tightening in need, pulsing spurts of his fat load squirting out of the head of his cock to messily splatter across the surface of your pretty fucking face, ruining you for his own amusement.
Shouldâve busted his load down your throat just to hungrily watch you swallow it down, though he supposes that the cum stained look adorning your pretty face is a sight to behold on its own, taking a good minute to appreciate the mess before him.
A blank, pristine canvas that he had helped ruin and stain with the filth of his very own actions.
It suits you, really.
âThatâs a â hah, good boy.â Whitney heaved roughly between ragged breaths, the uncharacteristically gentle praise laced in his tone differing from his usually sadistic nature. If it werenât for the sticky mess that obscured your vision along with the heat of his sweating palm placed flat across your forehead, youâd notice the strange fond, warmth that had settled into his softening gaze, a sort of reverence in of itself. âMy good fucking boy.â
âSo good for big brother, arenât you?â He smirks knowingly at your hitched gasps of breaths, struggling so stupidly to form back a snarky insult as per usual.
Ah, he gets it now â really fucking gets it, glazed over eyes settling onto your evidently hard, twitching cock still tented pitifully against the front of your jeans, frantically humping at the air like some sort of rabid, horny, untrained puppy in heat, tongue lolling out. Aw, so fuckinâ cute when youâre cock drunk and needy for big brother. Makes him wanna do it all over again.
For that, he should be properly training you then.
âWhitneyâ fuckinâ cmon, please.â Whining so pathetically in a way that sends a jolt straight down through his spent cock, immediately standing up to attention once more. Youâre really asking for it, fuck.
So damn cute, but so impatient too. Maybe he should fuck your virgin ass next, stuff it full of his cum and see what happens to that bratty mouth of yours then. Shut you up a bit.
âYeah, yeah. I got it. Justâ keep still for me.â
Well, canât be having his little new pet go frustratingly neglected like that, can he?
â
Kylar, your precious little sister, all too eager to be the first, but the second to sink her mark into you. Convince you a bit more.
Needy as she was, she wasnât as bad as the rest that inhabited this sick place you reluctantly called home, a flicker of warmth among the distant coldness that resided in this house. Much unlike her brother, the dark haired girl didnât seem to dislike you in the slightest, often shooting you the smallest of smiles whenever you two briefly locked eyes at the dinner table or in the shared hallways by mere coincidence.
âCourse, she did have her questionable moments whenever you caught her rifling through your drawers, namely the ones where your underwear lay neatly folded in the cubicle space. Promptly muttering out an unbelievable excuse as to why she needed your boxers before bolting past your stunned self, red in the face. Or that time she had decided to curl up onto your bed, lovingly burying her nose into the warm sheets that you slept in, relishing in that sweet scent of yours sheâd catch a whiff of as you drew closer next to her at the table.
..Yeah, she certainly had unresolved issues, but it beat the constant poking fun at that Whitney would do. The rough shoving into the metallic lockers thatâd clank heavily from your weight, the shared snickering that came along with it and the forced blow jobs that you had somehow eased into over time despite yourself. Fuck, why were you even thinking of that asshole?
Freak or not, she didnât harbour any of the senseless cruelty this town had to selflessly offer and that was good enough. Enough so that you had found yourself increasingly spending more and more of your time with Kylar whenever you werenât forcibly dragged along to some shoddy place your big brother roped you into, leaving the loner to her own whims for the day.
So it was no surprise then when the two of you grew closer, a little more than you had expected so to be the one sat onto her worn out bed, her hideaway â sheâd call it, a moment of respite from the constant teasing she had to go through from her older brother. A means of escape, perhaps? And for you, it was no different either, all the same. Gladly listening to her overexcited rambling about this and that, about the fine mangas she had newly bought at the local, dusty library, the half priced anime figurines she had found on display beyond the glassy windows that separated them â matching pearly bracelets made of shiny gems and rocks carefully picked at the park sheâd sow together to gleefully tuck around your wrist, whining sorrowfully at her own being too loose for her delicate wrists. Cute. Your little sister was real fucking cute, more so than youâd like to admit at times.
So much so you couldnât ignore the growing knots in the pit of your stomach whenever your knees fortuitously bumped against each other, a sign â a silent, repetitive warning of your shared proximity that was crossing past the treacherous line of two mere siblings. Yeah. Okay. So you found her cute, so what? Big fucking deal. Plenty of guys found a girl cute, didnât mean jack shit, didnât mean they wanted to fuck her till she clenched pathetically around them, sniffling miserably at being fucked brutally by their kind, soft-spoken big brother they naively put their trust into. Right, thatâs what you were. Nothing more. A responsible big brother she could certainly put her faith into since her other piece of shit brother couldnât bother with that shitty role, something youâd curse him for on the daily. One she could seek out at a momentâs notice, spend time with to her heartâs content like a normal, unsuspecting relationship between siblings should be.
Not some perverted creep of a big brother whoâd steal periodic glances her way, instinctively trailing down to the soft, plump and pink flesh of her parted lips, glistening sinfully from the wetness of her saliva â a habit she unconsciously did despite claiming not to. Gulping thickly, you hadnât registered how her seamless chatter had ceased to a stop, deafening silence befalling upon the both of you as you stared at each other like some sort of stiff actors awaiting for the next act on stage. Wait, were you staring? Fuck, you were â and she hadnât failed to notice by the looks of it, blooming flush adorning her pretty, pale cheeks youâd like to press gentle, reassuring kisses to, squeeze under the weight of your palm. Maybe have her spill a few stray droplets of tears across the rosy surface while youâre at it, make her cry the same way Whitney did.
Oh, youâre such a fucking bastard for this one.
âW-What is it? Do I have something on my face?â Her sudden squeak had you stilling in your tracks, twisting the spread sheets without meaning to from the timid pitch of her shrill voice. Look at her, trying to hide behind her torn sleeves in attempt to draw attention away from her bashful blush, becoming a fidgeting mess under your gaze.
Fuck, no. It was more than that, Kylar. It was the pout of your lips that you wore, the black strands of hair that framed your face so beautifully, the exposed sliver of skin of your thighs from that short skirt you slipped on. It was all you, but dammit all â fuck.
âHm? No, itâs nothing â really.â Liar. Drawing back to create a manageable amount of space between you both, a reminder not to act upon those disgusting urges of yours, better not to. Bad idea to be thinking with your dick, no manâs ever made a reliable decision with that one. Even so, Whitney did it with you and â nothing particularly bad happened, did it? Would it be so wrong, if you were to do the same? Selfishly grasp for what you so dangerously desire, drop meaningless hints here and there to care for her wants, such a gentler option than any boy could ever treat your dearest little sister?
Would it?
Too lost in your endless train of thoughts, your eyes falling upon Kylarâs green own that bore with such intensity you hadnât seen before, almost as if contemplating â no, waiting for something to happen. Though you couldnât tell what it was, her actions were enough so to speak on their own with how she shifted considerably towards you, used mattress dipping from the creaking weight over the wooden floorboards. Ah, was she..?
âKyâ?â
Before your mind was even fully given the chance to process it, like the leap taken before the shuddering dip of a waterfall, her inexperienced, virgin lips clumsily smashed into yours, knocking the wind out of the both of you from the abrupt step taken by your little sister. Sweet. So sweet. Pink tongue tentatively swiping along the scarlet cut of your bottom lip, ushered gasps accompanied by startled squeaks as she timidly gave you what she thought was a simple kiss, but felt more like a pornographic make out session with how she so desperately shoved her tongue deeper. More. Wants more of this, more of that honeyed taste she yearned to savour, to finally enjoy while her other dumb brother so greedily took you away every time she wished to be the one at your side instead. It wasnât fair, not fair at all! Heâs so mean, so why does he get to string you along whenever he so pleases? Should be her, only be her to fill that solemn space. Only her, only herâ
âW-Wait, waitâ Kylâ fuck.â
As if struck by the weight of what she had just done, the loner recoiled back instantly in a fit of panic from the sheer brashness of her actions. Oh, how could she let herself so easily fall to such temptations? What if you hated her now? Or worse, were repulsed by the kiss? Wouldnât be able to live it down then, quivering lips and bubbling tears threatening to spill freely down the length of her flushing cheeks from her overreactive imagination running rampant â because sheâd rather die than to have you loathe her so.
âI-Iâm sorry! I didnât mean toâ umm.. I thought that maybe you.. wanted me toââ The girl stuttered uselessly, trailing off in an aimless direction only to shrink back in her unbecoming position. Silence only answered her in return which she took as the harsh reality of rejection, mustering up all the courage she possibly had in her lithe frame to at the very least subtly peek at the current expression painted along your face. Would it be anger? Disgust? Disappointment even? Surely if you hated it that much, youâd have plainly kicked her right off the bed by now, right? Storm out in a fit of shock and never so much as glance her way again.
The sight to greet her instead wasnât an unwelcome one though â no, far from it actually, her gaze deliberately falling upon the blazing flush of your face down to the evident bulge straining painfully between your legs, palm nervously placed over it in a half-assed attempt to keep your dignity at bay â shit. Itâs one thing to be kissed by your younger sister but to get fucking hard from it is like shameful admission on its own, a visceral reaction that could not be denied no matter what reasonable excuses may tumble from your lips. â..Itâs fine. I donât mind, actually.â Youâre really no better than Whitney in that aspect, but when an opportunity presents itself, itâs only fair to mindlessly grasp for it, is it not? More worrying is the debauched idea that forms in your mind in regard to the enamoured expression worn by her wobbly lips and wide-eyed look, not-so-subtly rubbing her plush thighs together in a hint of arousal. Oh, so thatâs how it is. If the sloppy kiss itself didnât confirm it then this surely did, a surge of confidence rushing momentarily through your body at your next actions.
âLike I said, itâs fine, Ky.â That fucking nickname again. Unable to stop yourself from dragging your cute little sister closer towards you till she consequently found herself comfortably placed onto your lap, blinking stupidly at the bold move done by her normally gloomy, big brother. Silly girl.
âSiblings do it all the time, itâs not weird. Itâs natural.â Lying through your goddamn teeth with a certain ease that even surprises you internally, but oh, is it so worth it as her viridescent eyes glimmer brightly to the whispered reassurance in your casual tone, acceptance easily slipping through. âBut Whitney and I donâtââ She starts, only for you to immediately latch onto her endless questioning with the seed having already been planted, too late to fucking back out now. âYou and I are different. Iâm nice to you and youâre nice to me, so itâs normal if you want to. We can do that cuzâ everyone else does it, alright? You donât have to be shy with me about it, Ky.â Every carefully measured word to make it seem as though this was the norm, knowing fully youâd be seen as freaks and degenerates by your peers attending the nearby school. Not that they didnât already think so with Kylar, the rumors having grown out to such an unhealthy proportion that it pestered the poor girl at every corner in the narrow hallways. Poor thing.
So isnât it your job as her big brother to make it all go away? Make her feel better.
âShh, just let me..â Soothing circles rhythmically rubbed in a recognizable pattern along the edges of her skirt, repeated affirmations of want so to ease her chattering mind over the possible morality of this newfound situation. Couldâve said no if she didnât secretly desire this, though her actions seem to say so otherwise with how she earnestly complies, willingly tucking her arms to her sides to let your hands do the rest. Good girl. So docile, like a porcelain doll, sharpening breaths noticeably deepening from the careful tugs of her short skirt, revealing the confirmation of her depraved wants as the wet patch of slick soaking through her plain, white panties is bared. Your adorable little sister isnât so innocent as you thought, is she? Contrary to her modest choice of underwear. Getting fucking wet solely from being leered at so openly by her step brother, even going so far as to spread her soft legs for better viewing.
âSee? Isnât it frustrating to be left all worked up like this?â Agreeing nods promptly interrupted by the press of your thumb against her clothed slit, such a sweet, hitched gasp elicited from the lazy circles traced onto her swollen, twitching clit. A free view of your younger sisterâs scrunched up expression morphing to one of pure, unadulterated pleasure, scarred fingertips tightly clutching at the fabric of your shirt, but thatâs the least of your concerns at the moment, really. âThis good?â Thereâs no real need to ask when you can naturally rely on the shivering of her dainty figure, breathy moans of y-yes and feels good! along with the guiding of her needy fingers, flush against her slicked heat. A flick of your thumb is all it takes to have her turn into a babbling mess, bucking her hips up to meet your cupped palm, incidentally grinding onto your aching hard-on. âS-Shit, okay. Look at you, hah â so fucking wet already.â Barely able to discern the own pitch of your voice, but who the fuck is supposed to properly maintain their composure when your little sister is so prettily begging for your cock?
Effortlessly peeling away at the sticky fabric of her cotton panties, slipping it down the length of her legs to thoughtlessly throw away onto the wooden floor beneath. No time to fucking think, not with how cute her cunt looks, pink and dripping with slick coating the smooth surface of her inner thighs. Ah, and sheâs already impatiently fumbling with your belt too, smiling so happily once it loosens to eventually tug your own underwear down too, leaking cock eagerly springing free from its restraints. âWant it that bad, lil sis?â Fuck, does it feel wrong to even be calling her so in your current predicament, yet so damn right too. The pleading nods, urgently clinging to your frame to press against as she grinds her sopping cunt along your flushed tip, whining whenever it knocks just right up against her puffy clit, squelching from the melding fluids. âW-Want it, want it inside, please.â
âB-Big brotherââ
As much as you like the high-pitched mumblings of your dearest Kylar, thereâs really only so much edging you can take before promptly snapping your hips up in tandem with her own, relishing in the slippery warmth that lovingly welcomes you, stretched folds accommodating to the sheer girth of your length. âOh, fuck â Fuck, just relax for me. You feel so.. hah, so good.â Collectively sighing in relief at the intrusion of your pulsing cock squeezed so nicely by her constricting walls, having to steel yourself from the tight suck of her cunt snugly wrapped around your tip. âYouâre doing so good for me, taking me so well.â Softly hushing her breathy whines intertwined with a mix of pain and pleasure, fingertips digging harshly in the tender flesh of her hips to guide her quivering frame up and down the length of your cock. Isnât this what she wanted after all? Such a quick learner too, steadily bouncing to match the pace you had set, your wandering hands slipping past the hem of her loose shirt to greedily palm at her perky breasts which prompts another moan to exit her parted lips. Uncaring for the increasingly noticeable squeaking of the worn mattress when your little sis is so cutely riding you, doing her very best to satisfy your immoral urges and have you mark her slicked insides with your seed.
âWhat a good sister.. So good, arenât you?â Cute, pink tongue poking out, begging for another messy kiss pressed onto her swollen lips which you dutifully oblige with another muffled groan. Sloppily planting your own against hers, treasuring every shuddered gasp to swallow down and stifling her open mewls. Itâs borderline disgusting how desperate you are, savouring every thick inch engulfed by the sloppy suck of her baby sister pussy, reappearing briefly only to bury yourself balls deep once more into her defiled cunt. Isnât really your fault with how fucking tight she is, is it? Barely grasping the reality of the situation which is the very high possibility of being heard from outside her room right this moment, but fuck â you canât slow down, not right now, not when youâre already on the verge of spilling your cum deep inside. Damn Whitney, the bastard. Damn to hell your parents, your indecisive mother and her new husband, this is heaven itself right here. âIâm closeââ You huff out in a sort of warning, though itâs more of an invitation to Kylar, an opportunity for you to shoot your thick seed in her wanting hole, practically locking her legs tight around your waist.
Anything for you after all, huh? Her beloved. Her darling. You just didnât know it yet! And to say it came true on its own, openly enjoying the sensation of your fat cock instinctively fucking into her tight, little sister hole. So close.
âCum inside me, please. Letâs finish together, big brother. I-Iâm close tooââ
And thatâs all you really need, precise thrusts upwards hastily turning into erratic humps to lazily grind against her ass, wanting nothing more but to see the dumb, drooling, fucked out expression painted across her adorable face, the convulsing of her cunt stuffed full of your length when she does have her first ever orgasm. A few clumsy circles drawn over her used clit is all it takes to have her cumming, slick trickling out of her fluttering cunt to drip over the base of your cock and stain the pristine sheets beneath. âAhâ God, youâre so fucking tight.â Fuck, fuck, fuck â Shoving the hilt of your cock as deep as possible into your little sisterâs stretched out hole to rightfully mark her pink insides with your seed, spurting out thick, white strings of cum while you fuck yourself deeper into her womb and downright have her experience her first ever accidental cream pie too. Itâs only then when she pitifully whines for you to stop that you do eventually pause, hips drawing back to stare in awe at the dribbling globs of cum spilling out of her sore cunt. âS-Sorry.â You mutter out apologetically with a sigh, the tension easing out of your muscles once she giggles softly in response to your strained apology. âItâs okay. I-I liked it a lot too.â
âDid you?â
âMhm, I did.â Kylar sleepily mumbles back with drowsy eyelids, the exhaustion washing both over you all at once from, well.. all the movement involved. Letâs leave it at that, actually. Plus you deserve the rest, donât you? Wouldnât be fair to leave your adorable sister all alone in her twin bed without her older brotherâs body to warm it with too, yeah? Itâs fine to lay yourself down next to her curled figure snuggling closely against yours, drape an arm over her waist to remind her of your presence close by, make her feel secure and at ease. A silent, ushered promise to clean her up later once you two awaken, affectionately pressing a single kiss atop her head one last time before sleep takes her first. Itâs your role to as the big brother, after all, isnât it?
â..Good.â
#i donât know man#its such a classic#course no one remembers except for my friends but itâs still too memorable to pass up#but holy shit did my writing style warp to something completely different#..it got dirtier#and I donât know if thatâs a good thing#probably bad cuz it means Iâve in fact gotten worse in my depraved perversion but who cares#dol#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#whitney dol#dol whitney#kylar the loner#kylar dol#dol kylar#bailey the caretaker#bailey dol#dol bailey#x male reader#male reader#sub male reader#bottom male reader#top male reader#dom male reader#character x male reader#â â burnt ashes.
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vague-posting about this here cuz i don't feel comfortable yapping about my su takes on twitter, but after everything that's happened the most interesting thing about the su fandom to me is that so many are 100% there for applying the "everyone can change and deserves a second chance" message to everyone, even the diamonds. except for one âď¸ she doesn't count. cuz she's dead.
#personal#very extremely delete later#ok cutting the vague post this is about a âwhose the worst cartoon momâ twt post with pink diamond in the running#and a bunch of people pointing at her. the woman who died in childbirth and never got to meet her child. and she's literally next to#mother gothel. the baby kidnapper who kidnapped a baby#i'm always gonna be a pink diamond nuancepilled defender. she was a shitty entitled teen who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth#then got self-radicalized and rebelled for both selfish AND selfless reasons#âthis show is great because everyone makes mistakes and learns from them. except the pink one. she's bad and dead forever.â#anyways this is a crit towards the fandom not the show#âshe had steven so she could selfishly escape her mistakes and put all her burdens on her childâ or she wanted a child#âshe abandoned her familyâ or she died during childbirth#âshe started a war that got thousands of gems killed and mutilatedâ and if she hadn't nobody on earth would exist#the fact that some fans are more willing to jump to white diamondâs defense when talking about her reformation and redemption#white diamondâthe architect and supreme ruler of a 10000+ year old fascist empireâhas 10000% done worse more unforgivable things than pink#guys even blue diamond has shattered gems before. like not just kill them but permanently split their souls into pieces.#ruby called her a âSHATTERER.â she was INFAMOUS for murdering people. pink never shattered anyone#for fans of a show that explicitly says nobody's truly a villain you guys sure do want a villain really badly#anyways âwe need more compelx female characters y'all couldn't even handle rose quartzâ etc. etc. etc.
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Unpleasant Revelations - DPxDC Ficlet Idea for the Stillborn Au
"Have you met my youngest, Damian, Mr. Masters?"
Its only from twenty years of long, hard experience and practice that Vlad doesn't increase the room temperature from 'borderline uncomfortably cool' to 'unbearably hot' the moment Bruce Wayne pulls his youngest and "only" biological son out in front of him.
He puts only in quotations because twelve year old Damian Wayne looks scarily, uncannily like one Daniel Brown. Jack and Maddie's foster son, second victim of their foolishness, and only other halfa in existence. Second only to him.
It's nauseating how similar they look. From the scowl and terrible glare on the young boy's face, to his brown skin -- which was only a few shades lighter than Daniel's, the shape of his nose, and even the strange winged edge of his eyebrow. Something that Vlad has long since come to find endearing on the child he considered a son of his own. The only difference was that Damian had dark, sharp green eyes.
Daniel's eyes were blue. The same glacier shade as his father's, who stood behind Damian with a proud, oafish smile on his visage.
It was infuriating how similar they look. Vlad might not have rapidly swung the room temperature from one extreme to the other, but he can't stop himself from letting the fury burning within his core from slipping out and raising the temperature up a few degrees.
Because it really only meant one thing.
Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were related.
Damian Wayne and Daniel Brown were brothers.
Standing in front of him, it was clear as day. He can already picture a phantom image of Daniel standing beside Damian, the same scowl written on his face, the same glare carved into his eyes. The only difference being the dark, exhausted circles beneath them that seemed to be permanently painted onto his skin. The only thing missing being the permanent loneliness and vigilance permeating his being like a scar.
This, if revealed, would be enough to ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation. Or, at the very least, darken it quite a bit. The great philanthropist Bruce Wayne with another secret blood child? One related to his youngest? One that had been put into foster care? Seemingly thrown away?
It would be a firestorm.
One that Vlad is not keen on starting.
It would ruin Bruce Wayne's reputation, yes. But it would hurt Daniel in the process -- the harassment he would face alone might just be enough to break that fragile child completely. That was just not something he could allow. Or, even worse, bring him into his biological father's care and custody -- something Vlad was even less willing to allow.
It's not out of kindness to Wayne that Vlad will keep mum about this.
His grip on his champagne flute tightens, just a bit. He's still aware enough of the world around him to not let it shatter in his hands. His plastered, pleasant smile tightens around the corners, and he forces his focus to slide from Damian to Wayne.
"The resemblance is uncanny, Mister Wayne." He says, slanting his smile to the side slyly. Although he's not talking about the resemblance between Wayne and his son. Rage simmers beneath his skin, burning coal and embers in the core of his chest, nestled between his lungs, as he meets the man's eyes.
Wayne swaggles his head proudly, his ditzy smile widening as he squeezes his son's shoulder affectionately. Bastard, Vlad wants to spit.
He breathes in through his nose, and exhales out through his mouth. The champagne in his hand cools, and stops its unusual bubbling.
The Damian boy scoffs under his breath, his mouth still coiled upward into a scowl. With the revelation of his blood relation to Daniel evident, Vlad's not sure if he should find it endearing or not.
He is not Daniel, so he decides that it's just simply irritating. He decides to ignore it.
"And you said he was your only biological son?" He asks, voice lilting and head tilting. He knows its a suspicious question at worst, insulting at best. But considering Wayne's past proclivities, he can hardly call it an unexpected question.
Damian puffs in great offense, face twisting angrily. It reminds him of Daniel when Vlad insisted that he was wrong about something or other, and for a moment his heart swells, fond.
But this is not his child, and so the feeling quickly crashes and burns, simmering back into rage. This was not Daniel -- this was his replacement. A replacement that Wayne was free to keep.
Wayne chuckles, idiotically, as if he'd said some funny joke. Vlad's other hand, the one gripping his cane -- something he's required ever since he was dispatched from the hospital all those lonely years ago -- tightens instead. He grinds his teeth -- him and Jack Fenton would get along like a house on fire, he hates it.
"I can understand why you'd ask that, Mister Masters," Wayne says, squeezing Damian's shoulder again, "but yes, Damian is my only biological son. Although that doesn't mean I don't love my other children any less."
Bastard.
For all his posturing and flouncing about caring for his city and his children, Vlad never would have thought the Prince of Gotham capable of abandoning one of them.
But, well.
They all have their dark secrets.
And what one man throws away, another man picks up. If Bruce Wayne didn't want the treasure child that was Daniel Brown, then Vlad Masters was more than happy to take him instead.
"I see."
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc au#danyal al ghul au#dpxdc ficlet#dpxdc fanfic#i was hit with this idea two hours ago and was hit with the intrinsic need to write it down#parental vlad masters#protective vlad masters#vlad is currently going 'OH? OH YOU ABANDON AND REPLACE **MY** SON??? MURDER. DEATH. BEES UPON YOUR FAMILY'#but he's also still like. evil. much less of a creep! but evil. so he comes off a bit possessive. which was intentional.#vlad's reaction is kinda valid if it was accurate and bruce DID willingly and knowingly abandon danny. except he didn't. he has no idea#danny is even alive. vlad doesn't know that tho. we all love a good reasonable misunderstanding :]#hc that vlad needs a cane as a human because the ecto-acne that killed him fucked his nerves up a bit as a result and now he's got a bad le#and is also immunocompromised. which had a slight hand in his 20 year isolation thing.#stillborn? no still born au#stillborn danny au#stillborn danny#vlad masters#this may or may not be canon to the au im still thinking about it#vlad acknowledges that danny is formiddable but he's also not wrong that a media shitstorm like that would hurt him considerably.#diamonds are the toughest known material to man and yet it still shatters like glass when put under pressure. vlad's right he's fragile#ummm anyways yeah Vlad finds out first and promptly decides to go 'oh okay so fuck you personally actually. keep your replacement child'#he has No Plans on telling Danny what he learned mostly for the obvious selfish reasons and also bc yeah. this is gonna hurt danny#ITS NOT FUN IF IT ISNT A LITTLE TOXIIIIC#i absolutely know that vlad only swears in deserts which is why its important that i have him call bruce wayne a bastard directly.
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