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theereina · 4 months ago

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Let Me Teach You

Pairing: Toxic Professor!Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +7K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, heavily dialogue-centered, use of pet names (Daddy, Mama, baby girl, lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), P in V, Toxic Dom!Terry *if you squint and turn your head*, breeding kink

A/N¹: This is a single one-shot with no planned sequels.

A/N²: I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

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Shanice: wya

Me: Heading to the Eng. 2 study session for finals

Shanice: aww, you going to see bae🥰

Me: STFU!

Shanice: why you mad? you know i ain't lying

Me: Go to hell. I ain't got time for this. BYE!

Shanice: oop! k, bye hoe

As I approached the door to the classroom, I saw a sign taped on the glass. There was a message written in red.

Study session moved to the library

Oh, come on! That meant I now had to walk across campus. Reluctantly, I turned on my heels and walked toward the exit at the end of the hallway.

Opening the double doors, the winter breeze whipped me across the face. I knew my face was probably red and puffy. The tip of my nose was left stinging from the wrath of the cold. I was pissed because I had dressed way too lightly for this. I was only wearing a black T-shirt dress, thin black tights that looked like stockings, and a black and white varsity letterman jacket. At least, my furry black boots were doing a hell of a job keeping my feet warm.

10 minutes later

As I walked into the assigned study room, I was confused by it being empty. I took a seat on the third row which was closer to the back of the room.

I always felt more comfortable being as far away from the front as possible. It made it easier to get lost in the sea of students when professors and teachers wanted responses.

Placing my bag on the floor beside me, I begin to unpack my notes and final essay. Leaning over with my head facing the door, I see a pair of feet walk into view. My body tenses up because I know exactly who these brown loafers belong to. I immediately feel my heart rate quicken as I battle to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

“I guess you're the only one concerned with your final grade. I hope they know this is a proctored exam through a lockdown browser,” Professor Richmond said, walking to the front of the room.

“If they don't, they'll find out,” I laughed while sitting up. I slid my jacket off my shoulder and placed it over the back of the seat.

“You know what? I'll give them 15 more minutes, otherwise, I guess it's just you and me,” he said, winking.

I grew immediately hot. I could feel myself blushing. I didn't want him to see my face, so I quickly dropped my head.

“Fine with me,” I mumbled.

“What was that, love?” he asked, turning away from the whiteboard to look at me.

“Oh, um… I said that that was fine with me,” I said louder than before. I still didn't raise my head to look back at him.

“Ok. I hate… never mind. I'll keep my thoughts to myself,” he said, turning to the whiteboard.

“Never mind what? Speak your truth, professor. You hate what?” I asked, flipping through my notes.

“When you don't look at me while speaking. I like to know I have your attention. It lets me know if you're at least engaged,” he said, writing on the board.

“I just have a hard time with eye contact. Too much of it makes me… uncomfortable, I guess. I wish I knew that bothered you sooner,” I said, lifting my head to look at his back.

My eyes locked in on the movement of his back muscles. Through the material of his collared shirt, I could tell this man was sculpted like a God. I dropped my head and pressed my thighs together. I shouldn't be thinking about this man like this, but damn… I had been struggling with this feeling all semester.

“Especially, when it comes to you, it's not often that I meet someone with equally, if not, more striking eyes. Yours are just mesmerizing,” he said. I could hear him exhale with a shudder.

“Uh, professor… Are you okay?” I asked, looking at him.

His movements had paused as if he were lost in thought. I noticed that his grip on the dry-erase marker seemed dangerously tight.

He let out a much calmer breath than the first, “Yes.. yes, I'm fine. What about you?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, questioning if he was telling the truth. His mouth said one thing, but his body told another story.

My thoughts began to roam as I grasped that he called my eyes striking and mesmerizing. I was so used to people calling them beautiful or pretty that I was honestly stumped.

As I waited on his instructions, I lingered on the difference in his word choice. There had to be intention behind those words. You would only use those words if the person affected you, right? So, why would Professor Richmond use those words about me?

“Athena! Athena! Can you hear me?” Professor Richmond called out.

“Yeah. Yeah. I can… Shit,” I said, stopping in my tracks when I realized he was standing in front of me.

His 6’3 frame was probably the most intimidating yet sexy thing ever. His broad posture dominated the space in front of me. His musky cologne smoldering and intense— sandalwood and amber flooded my nostrils. This man's entire being was overwhelming my senses. All while silently drawing me in.

“I called your name a few times. You didn't answer me. You had me scared for a second,” he said, leaning down to look at me.

He leaned over so that his arms were propped on the table. Raising his eyebrows, he was waiting for me to recollect myself.

“You sure you're okay?” he questioned softly.

“Yes, sir. I promise. I was in my head and didn't realize you were that close,” I said, leaning back in the chair. I wanted to create as much space between us as possible.

“I'm sorry if I scared you, hun. That was never my intention. Just wanted to make sure my favorite girl was okay,” he said, placing his hand over his heart.

“I know. I'm fine. Uh…” I said, scanning around the room. I paused as I realized he was doing it again— using questionable words.

“Yeah, no one else showed up. Since it's just you and me, you might as well move closer. There's no reason for you to be way over here,” he said, motioning towards the front.

I nodded my head yes. I leaned down to grab my bag from the floor. Looking up, I see the professor has grabbed my things that were on the table. He walked to the front of the room and placed them on the table in the front row. He positioned me so that I was right in front of him.

Standing up with my bag and jacket, I walked to sit in the seat he chose. I was in no mood to argue or move seats. Hell, I probably couldn't even if I tried.

I quickly sat down and focused on the topics of the upcoming study session. I decided to ask as few questions as possible because I needed to get this over with. The thought of being alone with his fine ass for almost 2 hours… Jesus Devanté Christ help me.

1 hour and 45 minutes later

“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the day? Anything interesting?” he asked while walking behind me.

As we exited the study room, I noticed how empty the library was. As expected, the campus was becoming more and more desolate as the end of the semester drew near.

“No, sir. I'm going to check out a poetry book for a quick read. You know…. Something I can finish before they close the library for the semester,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Hmm… I've noticed that you seem more drawn to poetry. Your poems are honestly some of the most… insightful and beautiful ones I've read from a student in a long time. You should do something with that?” he said, walking alongside me.

“Thank you, but what do you mean by do something?” I asked, stopping to look at him.

“Publish them, Athena. You don't even have to publish all of them as a full body of work. I just want people besides me and your classmates to experience them,” he said earnestly.

I smacked my lips. “Professor Richmond, really? Don't act like you didn't see me sweating like a pig while reading them to the class!” I exclaimed.

“Of course, I did. That's why I… talked you through it,” he said, looking me up and down.

“Talked me through it is an understatement. You practically had to hold my hand each time,” I laughed into my hand.

“Yeah, I definitely had to help you find your big girl voice,” he said, rolling his eyes playfully.

“I know my voice is normally low, but you didn't have to say it like that. That was mean,” I said in a fake pout.

“Aww, I'm sorry. My bad, love. I just know you're capable of so much more than you give yourself credit for. I wish I had more time to pull it out of you,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

I froze as I watched his lip settle between his teeth. My breathing hitched silently. His lips were a blessing to look at— bright pink, plump, and full. The smoothness reminded me of rose petals, intensifying my desire to want to kiss and suck on them. I yearned to know what they felt like against my lips and skin.

Snapping myself out of my lust-induced trance, I brought myself back to our current conversation. This was the first time someone other than Shanice had been so enthusiastic about my writing.

“I don't know. The thought of so many people possibly reading my thoughts scares me. I treat my poetry like diary entries most of the time,” I said, swaying from side to side.

“No pressure. This is your art we're talking about. Just consider it, okay? Actually, there's something I would like you to read if you'd allow me to make a suggestion,” he asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

“Sure. I trust your judgment,” I replied.

“Ok. Follow me,” he said, placing his hand on my lower back and guiding me through the library.

He guided me towards the section of the library labeled erotica. I was honestly a bit confused. I side-eyed the professor. Why would he bring me here?

“Ok, listen to me. Don't… umm… don't back out on me. If you do feel uncomfortable, you can walk away now,” he said, nodding at me.

“I'm fine,” I said, gesturing towards the shelf.

“That's my girl. I promise that I won't let you down,” he said, smiling as he turned to scour the shelf. I watched in awe as his fingers glided across the spines of the array of books.

Professor Richmond turned to me and handed me a book. It was small but hefty. The edges of the pages weathered from years of use. This was a sign of a well-loved book.

I looked up to find the professor staring at me. His smile was bright and wide enough to reach his eyes as they twinkled in excitement.

“A Woman in the Wild. Hmm…,” I said, turning the book over and reading the back.

From the cover and the synopsis, it was obvious this book was sexual in nature. The cover was extremely sensual yet tasteful. It was more suggestive than direct, depicting a woman holding a peach dripping in honey in front of her lower abdomen.

“It's about a woman's journey of exploring sex in her 20s. I think you'll like it,” he said, holding his hands together.

I giggled at his reaction. He looked like a kid sharing their favorite toy. “Professor Richmond is into raunchy writing, huh?” I giggled.

“Why do you sound surprised?” he questioned before moving closer to me.

“No real reason. Just that—,” I said, stopping myself. I didn't want to make Professor Richmond think I was judging him.

“No, explain. I want to know. What's wrong? You scared of me, Athena?” he questioned, pushing the book downward.

“Of course not!” I responded.

“Then, use your words. I've graded enough of your essays to know you have a helluva way with them, Ms. Athena. Come on. Don't get shy on me,” he said.

“You won't judge me?” I asked sheepishly.

“What're the kids saying, now? Oh, we listen, and we don't judge. Promise,” he said, raising his hands.

“Oh my God! Fine. You just give off nice guy vibes. I can only see you as super sweet and quiet, especially outside of class. You don't seem like the type to really be out there,” I blurted out as fast as I could.

“That's what you think of me?”

“Maybe…”

“Hmm… That's very interesting. What can I do to change that?”

“To be honest, nothing.”

“You know, honestly, I don't like being perceived. It's even worse when it's wrong.”

“Oh, um… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, Professor. I just wanted to be honest.”

“Oh, don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry for, love. Just be… be… be careful with your cute self.”

“Cute?! Professor, gone somewhere. I'm not finna play with you,” I said, playfully hitting his arm.

“What? Why? You don't think you're cute?” he questioned back.

“First of all, I know I'm cute! The problem isn't what you're saying. It's the fact that YOU'RE saying it.”

“And? So?!” he spat.

“You’re my professor. That's inappropriate, right? Like, can't you get fired for this?”

“Who's going to know? Huh? And, that's funny that me being your professor matters now,” he said, glaring at me.

“Huh?” I asked. My face contorted in confusion. What did he mean by that?

Professor Richmond’s mouth turned upward into a devilish grin.

“Maybe, next time you and Shanice decide to talk about me, you shouldn't do it outside my classroom door. That wasn't very smart. Was it?” he asked, pushing one of my loose strands behind my ear.

“Wait…”

“I think I remember you saying you wanted to know what my hands feel like wrapped around your throat, what my dick looks like when it's hard, what—.”

“Okay! I get it,” I whined. I could feel my face reddening with embarrassment. I dropped my head and began staring at my feet.

“Don't interrupt me because you got caught.”

“Boy, leave me alone!” I said, pushing past the professor. I needed to get away from this man as fast as I could.

He instantly grabs the strap of my bag, pulling me back to him.

“Boy? I'm a grown man. Don't be disrespectful, love. I don't think I deserve that,” he said as a smile began to spread.

“Whatever, professor.”

“I mean, look at how I got you running. You can't wait to get away from me,” he silently laughed.

“Running? From you? Now that's cute!” I scoffed.

“Keep playin’, and I'll show you. Nah… I'll teach you.”

“Teach me then!” I mumbled assertively. “Wait… I… I didn't mean that,” I stuttered, realizing my mistake.

I couldn't comprehend why I was all of a sudden being so bold. This was something I had never done before. Hearing myself speak like this was personally shocking.

“Hahaha, you're scared of me. Just say it,” he said, gesturing for me to walk beside him.

“Scared of what? Professor, you're probably one of the least intimidating people on campus to me. You can't be serious about all of this, right?” I probed, hoping this was all a fever dream or even a joke.

“What? You gone tell that your professor—,” he started to speak.

“Can you not? Jeez, people may hear you,” I whispered.

“Oh, so you ARE scared? Aww, so you definitely wouldn't want people to know that you want to be tied up and spanked while I—,” he began again.

I threw my hand over his mouth and quickly scanned the area around us.

“Hey!” I whisper-yelled. I looked deep into Professor Richmond's eyes, hoping he would catch the hint. I removed my hand from his mouth.

“Yeah, I heard that part, too. You and Shanice can't whisper for shit. You would've been better off just telling me,” he said smugly, shrugging his shoulders.

This side of the professor was an asshole, but… I liked it.

“Ok, so what? I said some nasty shit about you. What're you gonna do about it? Report me or something?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Nah, I got a better idea. Walk,” he demanded through gritted teeth.

He used his hand on the small of my back to guide me further into the back of the library. I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. With HIM of all people!

Once we were in a dimly lit corner, he stopped me. He stood in front of me, leaning over. “Before I touch you, I want to know that you are okay with this. There's no pressure. You can stop me at any moment, and you can leave. No hard feelings,” he said, stroking my cheek.

“I'm okay. Just a little nervous,” I mumbled as my mind began to race with a million thoughts.

The thought of being caught was my main concern. I knew this part of the library was never used or even looked at because it was where old and abandoned textbooks went to die. There were rows and rows of books before anyone would even come close to us.

“Good. I'm warning you now that I can be a tad bit aggressive,” he said, standing to his full height.

“That's fine. I like aggressive,” I said, resting my hand on his chest.

He dropped his brown leather satchel behind him. “Yeah, I figured. Turn around for me and hand me your bag,” he demanded. His voice had dropped a few octaves and was now a low rumble.

I could feel it as the sound of his voice traveled from my ears straight down to my pussy. I just knew that my leggings were ruined. I had lost all control over this situation. My brain had turned off, and my pussy had turned on.

“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want me to do,” he said, leaning into my ear.

The heat from his breath warmed the sides of my neck. Thinking and forming sentences were damn near impossible.

I closed my eyes and drew in a sharp breath as my nervousness took over. I knew myself too well. When I'm nervous, I become a stuttering mess.

“Hey, we talked about this. Whenever you're too nervous to speak, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. You repeat it until you’re calm enough to start, right? Because we don't rush our words out, do we?” he said, softening his tone.

His hands slid across the sides of my hips.

“Right, we don't rush. Ok, I got this,” I whispered while taking deep breaths.

“Of course you do, love. Ease into it, and take your time. I really wanna hear it from you,” he said, firmly holding my waist.

“I… umm… I want you to—,” I stuttered as I stumbled on every word.

“Think about what you want to say first. Then, slowly talk me through it. I wanna know every little detail. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Ye—. Whew. Yes, sir. I… I understand,” I replied.

“Good girl. All I want you to do is focus on telling me all your little fantasies. I don't care about how nasty or how dark they are. Say it. And, one more rule— pretend like I'm not here. Okay?” he asserted.

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered with shaky hands.

“Calm down your mind first, and your body will follow. Isn't that what I taught you?” he whispered into my ear.

I could feel him take a step back as his hands slid from around my waist. Thank God! His hands being on me was making me overwhelmingly anxious.

I shook my body as much as possible, trying to release the nerves. I focused on clearing my mind of all the negative thoughts that were coming up— this was inappropriate, he was going to laugh, and I was making a fool of myself.

I wanted to glance back at him for reassurance, but I knew he hated it when we looked at him during our oral presentations.

I inhaled a deep breath and relaxed my shoulders on the exhale. I was going to do this.

I WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE I MADE PROFESSOR RICHMOND PROUD.

“Okay….” I said slowly and evenly.

“If you are ready, proceed. Make sure your posture is engaged and your voice is both loud and direct. Got it?” he asked as his voice rumbled from a few feet behind me.

I nodded my head yes and began speaking. “I want you to choke me while playing in my pussy. I want to feel the full wrath of your hands until you leave your mark on my ass and thighs. I wanna know what your dick feels like in my hands. I wanna know what it feels like if I lick it with my tongue. I want to use my mouth to drain you until there's nothing left,” I said slowly as I vocalized all of my dirtiest thoughts.

“Ughh… Fuck, baby girl. That it?” he asked as his voice shook.

“No! I want you to fuck me until my walls remember the shape. I want you to fuck me like my body was made with only you in mind. I want to turn my brain off, and let myself just… just let you take control. I desire to please you with every part of me. I want to make you moan over and over again so that it'll be the only sound in my mind for weeks. And, when we're done, the thought of touching myself is ruined by my body remembering the way your hands felt.”

“Enough!” he grunted.

It was clear that what I said had affected the professor tremendously. Every breath he took came from his chest like thunder. He was struggling.

“Professor?” I asked, attempting to turn around.

“Call me Terry!” he grumbled.

He grabbed my shoulders to prevent me from doing so. I took that as a sign to remain still as I waited for him to say or do something. The silence was driving me insane.

Terry abruptly pulled me back into him. His chest collided with my back. I let out a loud gasp. Terry's hand flew over my mouth.

“Don't! I'll give you everything you want as long as you stay quiet. Got it, love?” he asked as his hand slowly fell from my mouth.

I shook my head yes.

“Good girl. Now, all you gotta do is focus on staying quiet and enjoying yourself. Take off your tights and hand me your panties,” he said.

“What panties?” I asked smugly.

“No panties, huh?” he laughed menacingly. I could tell he was shocked.

“None. I promise,” I said, raising my hand. I laughed at his reaction.

“Oh, I gotta see this for myself!” he said, sliding his hands around my waist.

They slowly dropped to my pussy. Using his knee, he pushed my legs open. His fingers slid over the crotch of my tights and rested between my legs. When his hands stopped moving, I knew exactly what he found— a wet and sticky mess.

My inner thighs and pussy were becoming warmer by the second. I could feel myself becoming fidgety. This man was making an absolute mess of me.

“Oh, that's nice. I hope you don't like these tights,” he whispered as he used his fingers to rip open the middle seam.

I gasped again before catching myself. I brought my hand over my mouth.

“Unless you want me to stop—,” he started.

“Mmm mmm!” I mumbled, shaking my head.

His hand rubbed up and down the slit of my pussy. Dipping his fingers between my lips, he wiggled them back and forth in the sticky mess. He slowly pulled his fingers out and brought them to my mouth. With no hesitation, I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue. I was more than ready to lick my cum off his fingers.

Before I could react, he drew his hand back and brought it to his mouth. “Mine,” he grumbled in my ear. His tongue flicked between his fingers as he cleaned them. I watched him in a blissful combination of shock and lust.

“As much as I want to finish you here, I want all of you. Having you in this library isn't enough for me. I want to hear you moan and scream. I want to hear you say my name while you struggle. I need more, Athena. Where's your phone?” he asked, leaning over my shoulder as his chin nuzzled into my neck.

“In my pocket,” I whimpered.

Terry reached around the sides of my letterman jacket, searching each pocket. He pulled out my phone and took a step back.

After a minute or so, he walked in front of me. Glaring down at me for a second, he slowly closed his eyes. He was just as overcome with lust as I was. His eyes were practically slits, and it appeared that he was possibly biting the inside of his cheek.

“Here. You now have my personal number, and I have yours. I will text you with instructions on where to meet me. One question before we go our separate ways. Do you feel comfortable coming to my home, or would you rather meet somewhere else?” he asked, handing me my phone back.

I grabbed it and placed it back into my pocket.

“Your place,” I answered while rocking back and forth.

“Hmmm. Ok, you sure about that?” he asked.

“Yes. It's less likely that we'll be spotted, right? Plus, it's where you'll be most comfortable,” I said, staring him down.

“Oh, you're a big girl, huh? If you knew what was best for you, you wouldn't keep staring at me like that. I'll happily say fuck this job and fuck you right here,” he said, licking his lips.

I watched his tongue closely. Between his words and his tongue, I was losing my fucking mind. I began to think of all the nasty things he could use that tongue for.

“Hey, you gotta stop. I'm struggling just as much as you are, mama. We gotta at least leave this library in decent condition,” he laughed.

I wanted to yell out fuck being decent, but I knew he wouldn't like that very much.

“Ok. Sorry,” I said, snapping out of it.

“It's alright. Just go straight to your dorm and get cleaned up. Also,…” he said, stepping closer. “Don't touch yourself,” he said, tilting my head to look at him.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“Good girl, and don't make me come find you,” he drawled, winking at me.

We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Terry suggested that I leave the library first.

I left and walked to my dorm room in absolute silence. I gripped the strap of my bag for dear life. My emotions were in a whirlwind. I didn't know how to feel about what just happened.

I wanted Professor Richmond in the worst way. I had never had a man make me melt in his hands.

How the fuck was I going to make it through the night? Granted, I wasn't a virgin, but I was definitely nowhere near Terry's level of experience.

Unfortunately for me, this was the first time in my life that my mouth had written a check that my ass couldn't cash.

Later That Night ~ After 9 pm

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Terry: Hi, I was just letting you know to wear something cozy.

Me: Hmmm… That's not what I was thinking.

Terry: ???

Me: I had something else in mind.

Terry: 1 attachment

Me: How's that?

Terry: Oh, that's better than I had in mind. TBH, I didn't know you had it in you. Maybe, my good girl isn't so good after all.😈

Me: Wow! You know, I don't like being perceived. It's even worse when it's wrong.🤭

Terry: Not you using my words against me.

Me: I was trying to remember where I had heard that before.😏

Terry: Sassy much?

Me: 😂🤭

Terry: Wear whatever you like, love. It's not like you're going to keep it on anyway.

Me: Well, then… Maybe, I'll just wear nothing.

Terry: You're not going to like the outcome of that. TRUST ME! So, behave.

Terry: Also, I hope you followed my rule.

Me: I did.🙄

Terry: You know you have to see me soon, right? So, all this sass and attitude will be addressed, love.

Me: What're you going to do about it?

Terry: See you soon.😈👿

Later That Night at Terry's Townhouse

As soon as I entered, all it took was a single look for me to know I was in for a wild night. We didn't even make it to the bedroom because Terry had other plans. He wasn't joking when he said my attitude would be “addressed”.

Now, here I was on my knees in front of Terry as he stood in the middle of his living room. We didn't even make it farther than 10 feet into the room before Terry started his attitude adjustment.

With a mouthful of dick, I was struggling to answer his questions. Between my saliva and his precum, the mess inside my mouth was becoming hard to contain. As spit bubbles formed and poured from the sides of my lips, I focused on not choking on the sloppy mess building in my throat.

“I wish you knew how pretty you looked right now,” Terry said, fisting the hair at the back of my head.

I mumbled out a weak thank you.

“Don't talk while your mouth's full. That's rude. Just nod your head, love. There you go. That's my pretty girl.”

“So, are you done having an attitude, yet?”

I eagerly nodded my head yes, tugging lightly on the handcuffs behind my back.

“I don't know. I'm not really convinced. Hmmm… Open,” he demanded, grabbing both sides of my face.

I opened my mouth and pulled back. My breathing was erratic and sharp as I gasped for air. I had been sitting on my knees with Terry's dick in my mouth for at least 10 minutes— no sucking, no licking, no moving. Just sitting there… All the while, he stood there talking his shit.

A trail of my saliva and his precum hung from my lips, dripping onto my chest. It only added to the preexisting mess on my face, neck, and chest.

“Eyes!” he barked, causing me to look up at him. “Next time, are we gonna behave?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Speak. I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, sir,” I said, pleading with my eyes.

“That's my girl. That's all I wanted. Clear understanding, baby. Now, come here.”

Terry leaned down and carefully lifted me to my feet. My knees were sore and wobbly upon standing.

“I promise to be nicer for the rest of the night,” he said, walking around me.

He unlocked the handcuffs and removed them gently. Tossing them on the couch, he walked to stand in front of me again. He lightly grabbed each of my wrists and massaged them.

“Too much?”

“No,” I giggled.

“Hmm…,” he scoffed. “Lesson learned, huh?”

“Yes, sir. But, a reminder every once in a while won't hurt.”

“Don't tempt me, love,” he said, pulling me by my waist.

“My bad.”

“Why are you so bold all of a sudden? Where was this energy in class?”

“Well… No one else is around. The only person I have to worry about is you.”

“I guess. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back.”

Terry turned to walk away from me and disappeared down the hall.

I sat on the couch, flexing my wrists. As I waited, I glanced around the room. His home was spotless. He was clearly a man who believed in minimalism.

I turned my body to face the mirror. I laughed at my reflection. I was still covered in the mess we made. My chest and lower face were shiny and slightly slimy.

As I touched the puddle on my chest, I could hear Terry returning.

“A towel,” he said as he rounded the back of the couch.

“Thank you. I need it,” I said, reaching for the towel.

“I gotchu, baby. I did make the mess.”

Terry planted himself in front of me and stood between my legs. With one hand on my left cheek, he used the other to gently tilt my head to look at him. As he cleaned off my face and chest, the warmth of the soft plush fabric felt so much better than the cold slimy mess that once was.

“Better?” he asked, looking me in the eyes.

“Yes. Much better,” I smiled back.

“Would you like something to drink or eat? I have wine if you'd like some.”

“No, thank you. Plus, I don't drink.”

“Really? That's… uh… surprising, I guess. It's not something you hear often. Any particular reason?”

“Never wanted to, so I just never started.”

“That's definitely something to be proud of.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

Terry squatted in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “So, I'll leave it up to you, Athena. How do you want this to go? We can sit here for a while or we can—,” he started.

I interrupted him with tenacity. “Fuck me already!” I yelled.

I can tell that Terry was shocked by my statement, but I was sick of waiting. This man had no idea of how many nights I dreamed of this happening, how many times I fingered myself wishing it were him, or how many times I yearned to touch some part of him.

“That's all I needed to hear,” Terry said, standing.

Without another word, he lifted me onto his shoulder. My hands flailed around in horror. I was instantly afraid that he would drop me.

“Don't worry, baby. This isn't my first time. Relax, I gotchu.” He laughed.

20 LONG Minutes Later

“Oh, Terry. Please!” I moaned, pushing at his chest.

Terry's hands grabbed mine and held them against my stomach. I was losing my damn mind in this bed. Now, I was second-guessing if I should've even tried to take the dick.

“Please…just… fuck… I can't!” I yelled.

Terry's hips slowed down again.

“Mmm,” Terry moaned clearly enjoying himself.

“Ahhh, fuck. This feels… it feels…,” I stuttered.

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled me closer. As if his dick wasn't deep enough, this made it feel deeper.

“Yes, you can. I know you can handle it,” Terry groaned.

I was fighting the urge to disassociate. I was fully prepared for this man to fuck me up and put me through the mattress, but this… THIS!!! I was not. I wasn't being fucked at all. I was being loved on and taken care of.

“Baby girl, stay with me. We talked about this, love. I wanna see those pretty eyes,” Terry said, reaching for my face. His hand cupped the underside of my chin.

I tried my hardest to look at Terry, but I was also I was fighting to stay present. Every fiber of my being was feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated.

“Athena! Look at me, NOW!” Terry ordered.

Listening like a lost child, my eyes opened to find Terry's. His glare was piercing into me— soul-deep. I let out a deep breath, hoping and praying that I didn't pass out.

“That's it, baby. Stay with me. Eyes on me,” he grumbled as his head dropped to watch his dick slide in and out of my pussy.

“Terry! I have… I have… to… unh… pee…,” I stammered, stumbling over every word.

Terry's eyes met mine. His face was overcome with lust. The gaze this man possessed sent chills down my spine. His eyes were low and dark, glazing over more and more by the second.

His thrusts quickened with fervor. Leaning over me, he began to speak again.

“That's not pee, baby. Don't worry. Imma talk you through it like I always do. Okay, mama?”

“Shit! What… I need… but…,” I attempted to respond.

“Don't talk just listen. Relax your abdomen, mama. There you go,” he said, kissing my neck. Stop tensing up. Uhh uhh, don't think about it. You let me worry about all of that.”

His hands wrapped around the back of my knees, pushing them back. I swear I heard my knees pop in my ear from this position.

“Fuck you,” I said absentmindedly.

“That's not nice, but since you asked for it…,” Terry's smile turned into a devilish grin. His hips snapped against my ass, and the force caused the headboard to bang against the wall.

If I didn't know it then, I sure as hell knew it now. THIS MAN WAS ABOUT TO GIVE ME HELL!

“Wait!” I yelled, trying to get out of his grasp.

“No, ma'am. We don't run in this house. Take this shit.”

Pushing up on his legs, I felt like this man was trying to actually fuck me into the mattress. Tears began to fall from the corners of my eyes. If I had just kept my mouth shut, I wouldn't be in this position.

I closed my eyes, trying to just take it. The pressure I felt before was 100x worse now.

“Open your damn eyes! Right now, Athena.”

“I ca—,” I started.

“Nah, you gone show me how good this pussy is, or you ain't cumming at all.”

“Aww, fuck… please… do something,” I begged. I felt like I was about to piss all over this man.

“Okay,” Terry practically laughed as he leaned down, licking the tears falling down my face.

His hand reached over me to grab the top of the headboard. Using it as leverage, Terry used every inch of his dick to punish me. As if I wasn't struggling enough, I had to survive a new level of demon dick Terry. I knew that after this; I would have my wish. My pussy would definitely be molded to only fit him.

“Look at you. That's right, baby. Now, let it go!” Terry moaned loudly.

He used his free hand to press against my abdomen. This singular move was the catalyst for the start of the flood between my legs.

“Oouu… look at you. Stay just like that,” he mumbled through gritted teeth.

His head fell back on his shoulders as he continued to pound into me. It was becoming more apparent that Terry was losing it as his hand slipped from the top of the headboard.

Shifting quickly, he placed one hand by my ear and braced himself on top of me. His head fell forward, and his mouth dropped open. His eyes locked onto mine. I was still too fucked out to speak.

“It's coming, baby. Fuck! This… ahh, fuck.”

“Shh… It's yours. Let it out,” I said, wrapping my legs around Terry's waist. I brought my hands around his back, holding him in place.

I was about to indulge in my little breeding kink fantasy. If he was going to cum, it was going to be IN ME!

“Mama, that's not… uhh, fuck!” Terry groaned as his eyes snapped shut.

I knew what was coming. I felt the warmth of his cum coat the inside of my pussy. Like a switch went off, I released a second orgasm. Terry's breathing became erratic and choppy as his eyes reopened to look at me.

“Shit, that's a dangerous game you playing’, lil girl!” Terry exclaimed, leaning up.

He let my legs fall as he pushed my thighs open.

“Damn!” he said, watching his cum drip from my pussy.

Terry tilted his head so that it was directly over my pussy. His mouth opened slowly. I watched as he let a thick trail of saliva fall straight into the mess between my legs.

“Huh, ahh. Terry!” I said, watching him in shock and lust.

“Yeah, I'm… I'm not done,” Terry said, pushing himself back inside.

All I could do was moan out in pleasure. I grabbed Terry, pulling him back in and forcing him to go deeper. If this is what he wanted, fuck it!

Let's be honest, the nasty freak in me liked this shit. It wasn't like I wanted him to stop anyway.

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bogleech · 1 year ago

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Oh no.

For years my mom has argued with me about her belief that Rick & Morty plagiarizes my early 2000s flash cartoon, The Fear Hole, about a portal full of monsters. Otherwise the two just have mad science, dimensional portals and goofy alienlike creatures in common but she thinks that's SO specific she wishes I would sue cartoon network. Last this came up I had to show her other examples of these tropes to demonstrate I didn't invent them and she was just like *eye roll* okaaaay sweetie I still think they copied you but I'll drop it for nowwww

Anyway now there's a Rick and Morty episode about a phenomenon called a Fear Hole, which is a portal full of monsters. And it's an easy coincidence but I am absolutely never going to hear the end of this now 😢

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hvezdnastreka · 7 months ago

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Kira and baby Jake art

hhhhhhhhh I actually sort of hated finishing these, even though they're pretty good on a technical level. The Jake one is just a bit nothing right?? My favorite episode from ds9 is Jake centric, yet I chose such an uninteresting moment. At this point I could just be painting cherubim and it'd be just as worthy of thought.

I really really love the Kira one, but once i got through like 7/8 of it, I got hit with this sense of plagiarism. Like I've seen a star trek fanart with this exact lighting, but I can't for the life of me find it, so I apologize, if I'm being mad and I apologize, if I did accidentally plagiarize from someone on here </3

Anyway, I notice that sometimes people try to reassure me when I'm being critical of my art, which is very sweet, but you don't have to. This isn't a self deprecating process for me, it's fun to look my stuff over, see what I love and what I'll do differently next time. If I really dislike a piece of art, I usually don't post it, or I delete it quickly, so dw about my little rants

#ds9 #kira nerys #jake sisko #art #my art #star trek

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year ago

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How about making Duna jealous by having Minho in the palm of your hands?! I mean like, reader definitely loves him, but she absolutely despises Minho cause she had already done some damage and so she likes to spoil him, flaunts that she has him, etc to both Duna and Wookyung? She's also rich and what not..

(You spoke literally my heart's desires and put them in a post!! Reader is described to have tattoos| Fem! Reader, reader is mentioned to have long hair| Mentions of SA, unhinge shit from Duna.)

The other...better spouse..

The moment Duna walked out of the shop, clutching a box of cigarettes, her eyes were burning to cry because it was the most sick and twisted dream because why was she seeing Minho standing outside a alcohol shop having a little person cling to him inside his black puffer jacket as he laughed softly?

She never knew he could laugh so beautifully, that he had creases under his eyes when he laughed or smiled, that he is very ticklish.. She noticed your long hair falling out of his puffer jacket as he laughed softly, before you finally came out of his jacket, enjoying yourself as you both talked and crossed the streets heading in her direction...

Duna never knew that The Byun Minho was capable of change...I mean, she honestly always wanted to put him in his place during sex, break him down, make him bed for her forgiveness, make him her own personal rape doll...She was confused as to how Minho could get anyone with his bitter, distasteful and gross personality and not even being big enough to pleasure someone...

Duna stood there frozen as you and Minho crossed, hand laced together, with him giggling at something you said while you couldn't bother to remove your eyes from him...How could you? He was just such a gorgeous human inside that hard exterior.

Just as you both got on the pavement, Minho froze as you finally turned away to meet the eyes of a girl, quite pretty but you weren't getting good vibes from her, You tightened your grip on Minho's hand ever so slightly,

"Who are you?" Duna asked you, quite audacious you guessed from her mannerisms, as you glared at her up and down before softly poking Minho's cheek and clinging to his arm more making Minho snap out of his trance as he awkwardly looked at you and Duna before shaking his head and saying,

"Ah, Uhm...Y/N..Jagi, this is Duna...My ex.." he said murmuring as you nodded in realization, so she was the one who cheated on him and the one who raped him...You glared at her angrily, before sighing, squeezing Minho's hands in yours softly before letting go and pushing the door of the shop Duna just came out of,

"I'll go get the things we need." you said going inside the shop as Duna stared at you with jealousy and anger, you were gorgeous, she couldn't lie, long hair, gorgeous fashion, you seemed smart, with the etiquette and the style of you clothing, it was also safe to assume you were also quite rich..

Minho sighed as he stood aside, wondering who'd make the first move as Duna walked closer, "Minho...Why'd you choose her?" she asked straight forward glaring at him, making chills go down his spine as he rubbed his nape and took a step back, "I..Uh.." he took a step back every time she took a step forward.

Duna softly took a hold of his wrist in hers, pulling him uncomfortably close to her, pushing him against the wall of a closed shop besides the one which was open where you were inside.

"You know I'm better than her, right? What is it about her that's better? Is she pretty? Rich? None of it, you know I tried to help you, I was just a bit mad back then..." Duna said, her words spilling out without her noticing as Minho seemed frozen, taking deep breathes as he shrunk into himself. The sight made her feel powerful.

but suddenly a sharp jerk pulled her back from her hair as she was thrown onto the ground as she looked up to meet your glaring eyes as tow large broad men stood besides you also staring at her seriously as you helped Minho while the other the two men glared at her,

"Please, do not dare to hurt Sir.Byun, otherwise we'd be contacting authorities." one of the man said as she could see you pepper Minho with kisses who was clinging to you like a little child.

Softly you rubbed his back, snapping your fingers and handing your bag of wines and another plastic bag of different things to a bodyguards while a expensive car pulled up close to you as Duan dusted herself and quickly got up with embarrassment.

You were simply trying to calm Minho and sat him down in the expensive sports car before turning to Duna and walking closer, your heels clacking on the side of the pavement as she took steps back before she was backed into the wall where she was pinning Minho a few seconds ago,

"Listen, bitch. If I see you getting even a hundred miles closer to Minho, I'd take a thousand amount of evidence that you sexually assaulted him and get you a good life sentence." you said grabbing her jaw and grinning at her with mock and disgust, tightening your grip on her jaw making it ache,

"You're lucky it's Minho's kindness of not wanting to ruin your already no-good, pathetic, little life by not reporting you, but I won't be kind...Tell that to the little freak Cha Wookyung as well." you said letting go of her jaw as she rubbed it before throwing the cigarette box she dropped in her face and turning on your heel and sitting in the car.

As you sat inside the car and it drove off, Duna could just stand there staring down at the box off cigarette you threw in her face, realizing maybe you were the better one out of both of you...

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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago

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He deserved it - Pt.2

Pairing: Minchan | Minlix | Minchanlix

Word Count: 2559

Summary: Chan cleans up Felix's mess and ends up getting closer with Minho. Felix notices and maybe does feel a little jealous. Confronting Chan hasn't been his smartest idea.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, aftercare with Chan, indication of mirror sex / semi-public sex (minchan), sub!min, dom!chan, switch!felix

A/N: Here's the part two you wanted...I guess that ending screams for another part, but I'll leave that up to you🤭

PART ONE

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan swallowed softly and pulled the door close behind himself, locking it to avoid any of their friends stumbling in. Minho seemed extremely vulnerable right now, and it ignited a protective feeling in his chest he hadn't felt in a while about him. He knew he was blushing; he could practically feel the heat radiating off his face and burning in his ears. Chan went to Minho's closet, got one of his fuzzy blankets, and sat down at the edge of the bed. “Min?” he asked, trying to see how responsive his friend was.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, tears still spilling from his eyes as his body was fighting the aftershocks of pure pleasure.

“You're okay?” he asked softly, and Minho hummed.

“Very,” he nodded, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he realized how messy he must look right now in front of Chan.

Chan hesitantly reached out for him, fingers shaking as he brushed his hair from his face. “I'll help you clean up, yeah?”

“Mhm, okay, Channie hyung,” he nodded drowsily. “It's not like I could walk on my own right now.”

Chan almost choked on his breath. “I'll draw you a bath,” he said, scrambling to his feet and quickly busying himself in the bathroom. He cursed himself for getting so flustered. Fucks sake, he had seen every other of his friends naked before, turning into a moaning mess beneath him. Was it because he always thought he'd never see Minho that way? They'd never work because, well…they both liked to be in control. When he came back, Minho still hadn't moved, goosebumps slowly covering his skin. Chan tried not to stare too much but fuck, that was hard. “And he just left you like that?”

“Made him mad,” Minho shrugged and licked his dry lips. “Told me to clean myself up or beg you for help.”

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. “He wouldn't have left you if I hadn't agreed.”

“Don't be so sure about that; he's a little devil if you give him the chance,” he laughed and shifted a little as he tried to get comfortable.

Chan noticed he was beginning to freeze and spoke before he could think it through. “Can I give you a cuddle until the bath is ready?” he asked, blushing at Minho's puzzled look.

“Channie, there's Felix's cum dripping from my ass and my own smeared all over my stomach. I'll make a mess of you,” he giggled.

Chan blushed heavily before nodding. “I know. I don't mind.”

“Nasty,” Minho commented.

“Shut it; you're the one unable to walk right now because you've been such a tease,” he snorted, and Minho weakly punched his arm. Chan giggled as Minho pushed himself onto his knees with a groan, wincing a little. He pulled him into his lap and wrapped the fuzzy blanket around them.

Minho slumped against his chest and buried his face in his neck with a soft huff. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by Chan's natural scent, and picked up on a hint of Jeongin’s favorite cologne. Chan's hugs always felt safe, and he loved indulging them when they were back home. No one was expecting him to “hate” it here. “I'll be so sore tomorrow,” he grumbled, and Chan chuckled.

“I'll pay him back next time, fuck him stupid,” Chan said, not really thinking again. He was too occupied with the feeling of his hand resting on Minho's bare skin beneath the blanket and lingering on his lower back so tenderly.

“You could fuck me stupid instead; I'd gain more from that,” Minho answered and couldn't quite believe he said that out loud. Fucks sake.

“I can't believe you, only a minute ago, you were still sobbing, and now you're asking for it again,” he snickered.

“And that's the only thing keeping you from doing so?” he teased softly, nuzzling his nose into his neck.

“Minho,” Chan whispered, his grip on his back subconsciously growing tighter.

Minho pulled back and squinted at him, amused, hooking his finger beneath Chan's chin and making him look at him. “You'd like that, huh?” he asked, and Chan could only nod, blushing furiously. “And just for your information, I cry when I feel really good.”

Chan hummed and swallowed thickly. He gently brushed back his hair and smiled at him. “I'll ruin you another day.”

“What if I want you to do so right-oh god,” Minho moaned out shakily as Chan wrapped his hand around his dick. His eyes fluttered close, and his fingers buried deeply into Chan's shoulder. “Oh, just like that,” he breathed out and whimpered softly as Chan kissed down his neck before licking a stripe up to his ear. He used his other hand to brace Minho and bent his head, licking over his nipples teasingly. Minho shuddered with a gasp, already leaking down Chan's hand. He was still so sensitive he wouldn't last long. How embarrassing he'd fall apart so easily the first time he touched him. It didn't help feeling Chan's dick pressing up against him through his sweatpants. “Channie,” he breathed out needily.

“I know,” he whispered against his skin. “I know, it's okay. We'll do it properly another time.”

Minho whimpered and needily fucked into Chan's fist, growing more sloppy with every thrust. “Channie, so close,” he warned him, and Chan gave him permission.

His stomach fluttered at Minho's face, flooding with pleasure, lips opening in a sweet moan of his name. Chan could feel his release dripping down his hand, and he knew Minho had made a mess of his shirt now, but he didn't care. Not with the blissed-out look on Minho's face. The sight made him feel so good he couldn't quite believe himself.

He gave him a moment to calm down before getting up with him in his arms. “Now, let's clean you up.”

“I still can't believe you'd get that jealous,” Jeongin snickered in Felix's arms.

“I'm not,” Felix giggled. “Minho hyung wanted Channie to care for him for ages but was too shy to ask.”

“Oh,” he nodded gently.

“So yes, when he was being a tease today, I thought I'd give them a little push,” he laughed and kissed his head. “I would've never left him like that if Chan hadn't agreed.”

“You're a menace,” he giggled and cuddled closer.

“No, that's called smart,” he grinned.

Minho's eyes fluttered at how nice the warm water and soothing lavender scent welcomed his tired body. He glanced up at Chan, who didn't quite know where to look. “You just gave me a handjob, I think you can stop acting shy now.”

“Sorry,” he laughed breathlessly.

“Join me?” he asked, and Chan heavily blushed. “Don't think I didn't notice you came in your pants.”

“Minho, I-,” he stammered, and Minho giggled.

“No wonder if our maknae needed help right before,” he smirked, and at Chan's puzzled look, he added, “You smelled like him.”

“You're insane,” Chan laughed and gave in, taking his shirt off. Minho watched him intensely as he did, not really hiding that he was enjoying the show. Chan quickly got into the water, slipping in behind him and spreading his legs. Minho scooted closer with a soft grunt, leaning back against him. Chan gently rubbed his arms before wrapping his own around Minho's stomach.

Minho gently intertwined their fingers, melting a little at how small his hands felt in Chan's. He didn't know what made him do it, but he shifted in Chan's lap just enough to bury his face in his chest. A soft sigh escaped him at the skin contact, and he could feel a small laugh rumble through his chest. “Asshole,” he giggled.

“I always knew you like being hugged,” he smirked succeedingly.

“I like it when you do it,” he nodded softly. “Makes me feel safe.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his hair. “I'm glad it does.”

Minho shuffled in his lap once more before straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “Channie?” he asked softly, searching his eyes.

“Yeah?” he asked, soothingly rubbing his hips.

“Please don't let this be a one-time thing?” he sounded almost timid, tugging at Chan's heartstrings.

Chan shook his head and cupped his face with one hand. “I'll make you feel good as often as you want to from now on.”

“Promise?” he smiled sweetly.

“Promise,” Chan giggled, eyes widening as Minho lunged forward and gave him a kiss. He only needed a second before he kissed back passionately, trying to make it last. He buried his hand in his hair, smiling into the feeling that sent shivers down his body. Now, he finally could take care of all his boys.

Not much later, Minho was dressed in a comfy sweater and sweatpants belonging to Chan. He was comfortable in Chan's bed, the soft lilac light making him even sleepier than before. Minho brought the sweater to his face and buried his nose in it, getting flooded with Chan's scent. He couldn't bite back the lazy smile tugging at his lips. Chan returned with a glass of water and sat beside him. His curls were still a little damp, and Minho was purely relaxed after Chan washed his hair, massaging his scalp so perfectly and then doing the same with his aching body. “Come on, kitten,” he spoke softly, and Minho blushed a little, sitting up. He let Chan help him to drink a bit before smiling at him fondly. Chan put the water aside and lovingly fondled his hair. “Cuddles?”

“Please,” Minho nodded sweetly.

Felix and Jeongin peeked into Chan's room after a while, exchanging a grin at the sight of their hyungs cuddled up. Minho's head was tucked safely beneath Chan's, their legs intertwined. Chan's hand was beneath Minho's sweater, and Minho was holding onto his sweater in his sleep in return.

“Cute,” Felix commented.

“Guess you did it,” Jeongin chuckled before they left them in peace.

One week later

Chan was strolling down the hallway, hearing “Taste” blast through the almost empty building. He was ready to go home, but he had a feeling Minho wouldn’t leave if he didn’t remind him of the time. Pushing the door open, his breath hitched, seeing Minho immersed in the choreo. He quietly pulled the door close behind himself and leaned against it, watching him curiously. None of them knew what Minho had planned for that song yet; he only knew Felix and Hyunjin pitched in some ideas this afternoon. Chan’s thoughts started wandering as he watched the younger man sink down to his knees and spread his legs as he did. He slowly pushed himself off the door and made his way over, strolling into his view behind him. By the time he reached him, Minho was back on the floor, rolling his hips. It didn’t help that right after his angelic voice blasted from the speaker with the words, “Don’t make me bad, make me bad, I’m addicted to you.”.

Minho stopped in his movements, surprised to spot him through the mirror, and swallowed at how confidently Chan closed the remaining distance between them. Chan stepped right behind him and leaned down, kissing him upside down as Minho lost balance and fell to his bum. Minho didn’t waste much time, turned in their kiss so he was facing him and grabbed him by his shirt. He pulled him down roughly, catching his fall with his legs, and arched into his body as soon as Chan was on top of him. “Hey there,” he chuckled into their kiss and buried his hand in his hair.

“Hi,” Chan smirked mischievously. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, but…you make it very hard to resist you, moving like that.”

Minho hummed, pleased, and raised his eyebrows at him. “Well, did you come here to watch only, or?”

“Oh, I definitely came here to watch. Wanna see your face when I ruin you,” he smirked and sat up. Minho did as well and gulped softly as Chan scooted behind him, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “And here is perfect because you can see for yourself.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out needily. “Fuck, yes, please,” he nodded quickly, and Chan’s eyes darkened behind him, clouding with lust.

Felix had watched Minho curiously the next morning during breakfast as he sat down with a soft wince. Taking a look at Chan, spotting a few marks on his neck, he could imagine what had happened yesterday night when everyone else had been home already. Luckily, Hyunjin caught a cold so it would be only them practicing today.

He walked up to Minho and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in. “Had fun last night?”

“Mhm, the practice was alright; I think I have the dance worked out now, and-” he swallowed as Felix wrapped his hand around his neck and met his eyes through the mirror.

“I’m not talking about that,” he said sharply, and Minho gulped nervously. “You enjoyed Chan hyung fucking you dumb?” he asked, and his hyung’s eyes widened.

“I-uh-,” he stammered, and the grip around his neck tightened.

“I won’t ask again,” Felix warned him.

“Y-Yes,” he nodded timidly. “I did.”

“You still think he can wreck you better than I did?” he asked, and Minho blushed heavily.

“Felix,” he whined softly, squirming in his hold as Felix planted his other hand right on his dick, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“You don’t wanna chose, that’s fine,” he nodded and squinted his eyes at him. “Where?”

“Wh-What?” he whispered.

“You heard me,” he said sharply and Minho shrunk in his grip.

Chan flinched in his chair as the door to his room opened and got slammed close forcefully. His eyes widened seeing Minho, staring at the floor nervously, Felix right behind him. Felix shoved the older over to Chan’s sofa and gave him a little push. Minho fell back into the cushion with a soft groan and yelped as Felix climbed on top of him, wrapping his hand around his neck once again. “Lix,” he whispered and glanced at Chan embarrassed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Chan asked irritated and got up.

“You decided to fuck him in my room, so I’ll do the same now,” he told him and raised his eyebrows challengingly at him.

Chan scoffed and an amused smirk settled on his lips. He locked the door and slipped the key into his pocket. “My dear sunshine, you may be in control with him,” he said, pointing at Minho. “But may I remind you who’s in control when it’s us?” he asked and stepped next to him, wrapping his hand around his neck. He leaned down with a grin and winked at Minho. “So what makes you think you can come into my room and do as you like, hm?” he whispered into his ear and Felix shivered with need.

Shit, he didn’t quite think that one through.

“Oh god, it’s not like I couldn’t handle both of you, just do something, please,” Minho whined beneath them, wide eyes darting between their faces.

Chan exchanged an amused glance with Felix before leaning over to open the drawer of his desk. “Not how I planned my day, but I can’t complain,” he said, flicking the cap of the bottle of lube in his hand open. “Who’s first?”

PART ONE

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thehusbandoden · 2 years ago

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You Flinch During an Argument -Midoriya Izuku

A/n: Finally it's done T^T. Literally I think this is attempt 6 and I still don't like it compared to the others </3

Izuku angst is definitely not my strong suit :')

Hope you enjoy it <33

Info: angst to fluff/comfort | 589 words

Warnings!: Mention of arguing, flinching, and crying. Please let me know if I miss any <3

Izuku's world crashed as he saw you flinch away from him, body trembling as your hands stayed close to your chest.

That's when he noticed that Full Cowling was activated. Horror shook Izuku to the core as he stared down at his activated quirk.

'Y-y/n I- I-" Izuku muttered, eyes tearing up as he looked at your shaking form.

"I-Izuku can you just- let me be alone please- I.. need some time alone."

Izuku shakingly nodded as he made his way to the kitchen, tears falling down his face as he slid to the floor, staring at his arm lividly.

After texting Izuku that you were going to a friend's house, you got your phone, wallet, and keys before heading over to your best friend's house; Mina Ashido.

Stepping out of the car you make your way to Mina's apartment, knocking on the door.

"Coming~!" Her cheerful voice called, already starting to calm you down.

As the door opened Mina immeditely noticed your mood and smiled at you knowingly, pulling you into her apartment before shutting her front door.

"Did you and Midoriya san get into a fight?" Mina asked, pulling you to her couch before heading towards the kitchen.

"Yeah.. I put myself in danger to help him and he got really mad, we argued and then his quirk set off- and I flinched. I wasn't scared of him per say, but I was frighted by the sudden appearance of his quirk.. I told him I needed to be alone, and then texted him that I was going to a friends' place." You whimper, snuggling into the decorative pillows of Mina's couch.

"Aww I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. I just thought some space would be good and wanted to talk to a friend.."

"Well I'm all ears! Talk to me all you want~!"

"Thank you.. what are you doing in the kitchen by the way?"

"I'm making cookies for you~!" Mina giggled, causing you to genuiningly smile.

"You're too sweet." You smile, yawning at your sleepiness.

"You can go to sleep if you want to~. I'll put the cookies away. Well there's the couch, you'll always have a spot in the spare room, and if you want to you can sleep in my bed so you're a lot more comfortable."

"Thanks.. I'll just sleep here.. it's so cozy."

"Okay, sleep well~!"

"Mhmmm"

It was around two in the afternoon when you made your way back home, already feeling a lot better due to Mina's brightness and input.

Walking in, you were quite suprised to see Izuku asleep on the kitchen floor, tear stains marking his freckled cheeks.

Leaning down to his level, you shake him gently, not wanting him to be even more sore for work.

"Zuku baby, you need to get off the floor." You coo, brushing his fluffy hair away from his face before stroking his cheek lovingly.

"Five more minutes.." Izuku grumbled, causing you to giggle softly.

"Okay, you can sleep more but you need to get to bed, or the couch at the very least."

"Cuddles?"

"Yes cuddles!" You giggle, causing Izuku to peek up at you, looking up at your face through his lashes.

"Wait... last night I-"

"Shhh we can talk later."

"But-"

"Please, just cuddle me."

After your nap you both had a discussion about the argument, and talked about you risking your life civilly.

After figuring everything out you shared a long embrace, lots and lots of kisses, and close to a thousand 'I love you's.

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YOU FORGOT YOUR CLOTHES | scarlett johansson

i'm so chill, but you make me jealous, but i got your heart skippin'. you know i'm not a bad girl but i do bad things with you. Professor!Scarlett x Student!Reader, legal age gap. ( v short one. ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime! masterlist whispers of heartache m.list

Y/N'S POV

Me and Scarlett are secretly in a arrange marriage and we managed to keep it hidden from everyone.

It was no surprise that she felt nothing towards me but the cold treatment still hurts me sometimes, because this is not what I dreamt of and expect when I entered the married life.

You might say that I'm stupid but I fell in love with her already, it sucks but what can I do? Being married to her and living under the same roof for over 2 years, it's not impossible anymore.

To my surprise, I woke up first before her. Normally, when I open my eyes, she's already out of bed but not this time.

We might be in a arrange marriage and we— she maybe don't feel any love for me, but we still agreed to sleep on the same bed just like what married couples do.

I carefully climb out of bed and do my routine before heading downstairs and make breakfast.

Halfway through my cooking, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Goodmorning, Y/N." She greeted with her morning raspy voice. "Goodmorning." I replied.

"How come you're awake already?" Scarlett asked. "This is what time I usually woke up, you're just really much of an early bird." I said putting the last pancake on the plate before putting it on the table.

"Hmm, you can cook." She said, stating the obvious.

"I do."

We start eating in silence, it wasn't uncomfortable anymore since it was everyday.

We eventually finish eating without much talking and just minding our own business. She took a shower in our room while I use the shower in our guest room. Once I'm done, I change into appropriate clothing, and head downstairs with my things I need.

"I'll see you at school." Scarlett said once she saw me walking down. "Sure." I shortly replied as she walked out of the door.

I made myself a food for lunch and made sure to check my things before leaving the house making sure to lock the door and walked towards the cab. ___

The drive wasn't really that long and before I even notice, the car stopped in front of my school.

I gave the driver my payment before exiting the car and walking directly to my classroom.

When I entered the room, frown instantly forms in my face and my bloods starting to boil.

I saw her flirting with one of the teachers. I know, I shouldn't be feeling like this but I can't stop. I let out a scoff before rolling my eyes and walking towards my seat.

After that seems like forever, the bitc— I mean the teacher finally left and she turned to face us and start her discussion.

I wasn't really paying attention, I don't know what is going on but seeing her flirt just makes me mad. I mean, come on, she's still married to me. I just let out a deep sigh and tried to forget about it, which is failed by the way.

"I want you all to get a partner for your project." I heard her say in a cold tone.

Everyone starts getting their own partners while I still haven't moved an inch when someone coughs beside me.

I look up and saw Gabriel, my suitor, standing there with a smile. For the record, I never entertained him. I'm loyal even though she's not.

"Hey, uhm, would you like to be my partner?" He shyly asked and I was about to say something when we heard a loud bang.

We look forward and there she is, looking at me with stern and cold look, "Sorry, accidentally dropped the book." Professor coldly said and I internally smirk before turning my gaze back to Gabriel. Two can play this game, Johansson.

"Yes, ofcourse! I would love to." I happily replied which made him smile and his face lightened.

Whatever his reply would be got instantly cut off when someone shouted and I know very well who it is.

"Okay! Seems like everyone's have a partner, the deadline will be on Friday and no extensions. That would be all for today, class dismissed." She said and gathered her things, "Oh, and by the way, Y/LN please come to my office after this. You forgot your clothes at my house last night." She casually said with innocent smile on her face while my jaw dropped.

Everyone is in shock too, and I saw her smirk before casually leaving the room like she didn't say anything.

What the fuck?

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 years ago

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TL;DR: AITA for using slurs to try and take them back?

Kindly asking people who arent queer or have autism/adhd ect not to vote

I have autism, Adhd, BPD and am a lesbian genderfluid person. I found out a while ago that theres people who actually try and take back words so they can't really be used against the people it was used against anymore. For example. The r word and the f word (not fuck, The other one)

I've been using them more lately to try and take em back, Yknow? I don't see anything wrong with it since I myself am autistic and apart of the lgbtq. I use it in arguments, I use it against my friends when we're playing around and pretending to be mad, And I even use it against myself at times calling myself yknow, A f and r word. I don't wanna say the actual things here incase it triggers anyone reading.

I always tag it correctly if its online or public, And I don't use them in every argument, Only if they started using stuff like that first. It's never been a problem, Until as of late. We made a new friend and they told me that I have no right to use those words, And that I'm hurting real autistic people and gay people [I don't know if they were implying I'm faking? I've been diagnosed by multiple doctors when I was little for the nerodivergency, And I've always liked using different pronouns and women since I remember]

It's begun to kinda tear our friend group apart. I'm not trying to hurt anyone, I'm trying to take it back so it can be come as useless as any insult like stupid or ugly. I want to make it more normalized so it cant hurt anyone anymore

Some still agree that I'm not really hurting anyone but now a few of my friends say until I stop they want nothing to do with me. I'm fine with not saying it around them if it makes them uncomfortable, But they say I need to stop for good.

AITA for saying these, And WIBTA for not stopping in general instead of just around them?

I'll put the word to search here incase I want this deleted

"plagiarize"

Just a note about that last line: please do not submit things intending to have them deleted later. Deleting posts is a courtesy I offer in case it becomes too dangerous or painful to have up, not something you should be planning for when you submit it.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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kitorin · 2 years ago

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1:34pm - isagi yoichi

"yocchan?" you check up on your boyfriend, who was currently burning red.

currently you were out for lunch, at that beef noodle place you had gone to a lot as a kid, wanting to revisit the nostalgia with yoichi. the food tasted the same even years later, almost as if the chef was still working there and was still using the exact same recipes and ingredients.

it all went great, the food itself was amazing and the sweet memories made it taste even better. not until something seemed off about yoichi.

"yes love?" he didn't seem upset or mad.

"you alright? you're ate a lot slower than usual. this much food is nothing to you. do you have a stomach ache?" you felt a bit guilty about the fact that he could've been pretending to be fine before the date, just for your sake. "do you have a fever?" soon your hand made its way to his forehead, under his bangs. it was hot. really hot.

it didn't make sense, he wasn't this warm when he was lying on your shoulder on the bus. his hands are shaking, so are his lips. speaking of his lips, they were red as well, although they were always a pretty shade of pink they were never a prominent scarlet. you gradually piece together the situation.

"yoichi, can you not tolerate spice?"

the question catches him off guard, "of course i can!" but the awkward laughter and lack of eye contact gives him away.

"you're red, like, very red,"

"that's because i love you ! how does someone not get this flustered around someone as pretty as you?"

you can't help but grin at him. "awwww, since i love you back i want to make you try the chili sauce here !" jokingly, you bring it near his bowl, and watch his eyes widen.

"i'm sorry i'm sorry! i think i'll die if i have anything spicier," you giggle at his confession, satisfied that your suspicions were correct. although his reaction was adorable, you were still worried.

"why didn't you tell me then!" you deliver a flick to his forehead, making him yelp. "

"i'm sorryyyy, it's just embarrassing, how are you so unfazed?"

"it's not something you should hide. i don't care what if you eat more than you can handle? gosh you're redder than chigiri's hair."

yoichi whines, "but i can't even handle a bowl of noodles with a bit of chili, how am i supposed to enjoy anything your family makes. oh god what if your mum hates me because i can't handle her food," he says the last part as if it's the end of the world, which it probably is to him. "i can't enjoy your culture and i disappoint your family."

despite it being a silly conversation, you found it quite cute how he did his best to hide it. "first off, my mum already loves you and doesn't care about your spice tolerance. second, it's not that hard to get used to laksa or beef rendang." your hand returns to his cheek, still warm, how bad was he with spice? "i'm impressed you managed to finish it all... you shouldn't push yourself." the bowl was completely empty, every noodle eaten and every drop of soup drank.

"anything for you, you seemed so happy to come back here" yoichi grins, lips still red, "may i get a kiss for my hard work then?"

with a mumbled 'fine' you comply with his request, "you're still an idiot."

"yeah but i'm your idiot," you gently smack him on the shoulder, ready to leave, with the owner of the restaurant lovingly grinning at the same child from years ago coming back with their boyfriend.

#I WROTE THIS ON THE BUS #it's kinda rushed #it was so awkward when we got to the uni stop bc a bunch of students sat behind me so brightness down #bllk x you #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi x reader #fluff #blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi blue lock #blue lock isagi yoichi

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lily-orchard-gossip-blog · 1 year ago

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Hello hello again! It's good to have you back for a little while! Unfortunately there is a lot of infighting in the critical sphere right now and it's not very fun to follow. And worse still Lily is as smug as ever. People are too invested in who ripped off what, who's disrespecting this or that, they should just be having fun at Lily's expense. That's what Saiscribbles has done, and you can tell how effective it is because Lily has tried every strategy in the book to prove how not mad she is.

You know what?

I think I would like to poke fun at the whole thing. I mean, it's sounds like she's gotten a bit ridiculous since I've been gone. (Ridiculous sounds like an understatement, thought.)

I've done serious and it's exhausting. You can only take her serious for so long before you realize she doesn't really even know or believe what she's saying.

As for the fighting, well... It's a shame, but let's try to focus on what's at the core of this blog: Gossiping about Lily.

...But I do have one thing I want to get off my chest, so I will mention it here and then move on. It is under the read bar just so those who don't care can ignore it.

I do have one thing to say about the drama, and that's about Ethel.

They are a liar liar pants on fire.

Seriously, I watched Evangeline Skovs video, which was one of the better coverages on the subject and there was no plagiarism. Not even of me, and I was a source!

Never mind that fact that Ethel legit lied about my blog in their rebuttal, claiming that Levi couldn't find anything on my blog about their video, or glade, so Evangeline was lying.

Their proof? Levi used the search bar, used the word minor and glade, and nothing came up except one post...

Fun fact: I'm bad at tagging things, and my search bar is kind of useless because of that.

(Side note: why would I use glade's name? Why would I want to draw attention to someone who I assumed wanted to be left alone? I'm pretty sure that was made clear in the video.)

Anyway, if you used my archive you could easily find TONES of posts from me talking about the video in question with details.

Here's one that Ethel conveniently left out:

And you know what's hilarious about that? They reblogged this take to try and rebuke it on their tumblr. (That they have long since abandoned.)

I decided to ignore it, because obviously I'm not going to try and get in a fight with them, and Ethel was so mad by that they messaged me directly to try and threaten me with legal jargon.

So I blocked them.

But hey, since I'll probably never bother with this again, here are the messages. Enjoy old drama from like...2 years ago:

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[Okay, I've put this off for as long as possible, but please, read this case study as right now you are parroting harmful legal advice. Victim testimony not only constitutes evidence, but can be sufficient evidence to convict, a fact that was tested in Commonwealth v Gustavo Gonzalez Santos in Massachusetts.

I’ll highlight two relevant sections in case you don’t have the time to read the entire thing: “The defendant's sole argument on appeal is that the evidence was not sufficient to support his convictions. The defendant asserts that "there were no witnesses to the alleged assaults," "no physical evidence," "no medical or forensic evidence," and "no expert testimony." He argues that "there was absolutely no conclusive evidence presented at trial that suggested the [d]efendant's guilt beyond a reasonable doubt."” And: “Here, the victim testified to facts that constituted each element of the charged offenses. Her testimony, which the jury found to be credible, was sufficient, standing alone, to support a finding beyond a reasonable doubt as to each of the convictions. See, e.g., Commonwealth v. Lawrence, 68 Mass. App. Ct. 103, 104 (2007)

("The victim's testimony was sufficient evidence of [indecent assault and battery on a child under age fourteen]"); Commonwealth v. Gonsalves, 23 Mass. App. Ct. 184, 185 (1986) ("The victim's account of what the defendant did to him in the apartment was sufficient to overcome the defendant's motion for a required finding of not guilty of rape"). The idea that long infected our legal system that the victim's testimony in sexual assault and rape cases is less credible than the testimony of victims in cases involving other types of crimes -- an idea that reflected nothing more than sexism and an unwillingness on the part of our courts to treat sexual crimes as the gravely serious matter that they are -- has been rejected both by statute and by common law.”

When you and others continue to parrot the myth that victim testimony does not constitute as valid evidence, you are harming victims of rape and abuse. This is straight up rape culture and, since I’m pushing back any video coverage on the matter until I’ve finished dealing with Lily because I don’t want to muddle things, I need you to stop promoting falsehoods. We have legal members on our team who have passed the bar, Patchie does not, Opal does not, and neither does You Can Eat Hearts. You are causing unnecessary harm to victims by breathing life into myths constructed by rape culture. To be clear, I am not asking for your denouncement of certain people, just for you to please, stop publishing bad legal takes.

This is also the case in Canada, if you're wondering - https://www.accused.ca/evidence.htm

Sorry, I just realized I didn't give you the US case study. Here it is - http://masscases.com/cases/app/100/100massappct1.html#:~:text=The%20jury%20found%20the%20defendant,We%20affirm. ]

Oct 30, 2022 9:16 AM

Whew, you have no idea how long I wanted to spill this tea.

Alright, I've said what I've wanted to say on this topic. I'm now going to focus on laughing at Lily and her horrible incest stories.

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A Sweet Night for All

Chapter Five of This is the Neighborhood Din Series

Din Djarin x Sierra Harris (plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, borrowed or plagiarized.

Word Count: about 2.5k

Warnings: fluff is my jam, also I might have watched a Scooby Doo episode recently, food, Uncle Luke

Summary: Nosy friends show up and get a surprise from a Jedi. Din and Sierra come to an understanding. There's cuteness from Johnnie Mae and Luke because I wanted it. ☺️

Notes: This chapter is very fluffy. I dunno what happened but I like it. 🤗

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The two of them entered Djarin's home unaware they were being watched.

“I just want you two fools to know that despite this being a horrible idea to spy on him you two each owe me fifty dollars.” Finn displays all his pearly whites with the shit-eating grin he has from the back seat of Poe’s 4Runner - ‘the most conspicuous SUV known to man’ as Finn calls it not because of the make or model, but because Poe insisted on painting it orange and white. It is his BB-8. Finn held his hands out as both Rey and Poe slipped money on his palms. “Who’s the woman though?”

“Her name’s Sierra. She texted him during work today. I thought he only checked his phone for emails about his son Grogu.” Rey shrugged, she was mad she was out fifty bucks, but this was entertaining and something to tease their team leader about tomorrow. So far, they’d only been able to sort of make fun of Din's lunches, but sometimes they smelled really good.

“I mean other than when you set him up with those DILF hunters, we haven’t seen him with anyone. She seems nice and he even did like a Romeo type thing on the porch there. Didn’t know he had any game.” Poe nods and Fin flicks the back of his head, the pilot rubs it and laughs.

A metal knock startled the three in the car. A man with an overgrown beard and a green beam stuck out of the top of it. “Hey. Your truck stands out way too much and I’ve never seen it here. What are you doing out in front of this house? Count of three numbnuts.” Poe looked closer at him and noted that one of his hands was metal, what kind of weird ass neighbor was this man.

The trio looked at each other and waved their hands, “No! No!” Poe decided to speak for the group. “Look we know Din okay! We’re gonna go, we had a bet that Sierra was a parent from his kid’s school or a team leader from another department. Clearly not.” Luke squinted his eyes.

“Drive now.”

“Yup, don’t have to tell us!” Poe started BB-8 and drove off. Watching as Luke’s eyes appeared to meet his in the rear view mirror. “How does he live near someone so creepy?!”

“And how does he know Din or Sierra?”

“I’m not finding out.” Rey huffed, this trip was a bust. She didn’t win any money and she was threatened by an old Jedi. This sucks.

Luke stood in the middle of the street, putting away his lightsaber as he scratched his beard. “What kind of strange people does the new kid work with? I know Mae said he seems alright, but…eh. Scared them off. I'll check in with Mae and the little one. I'm curious what they had for dinner.” The Jedi saunters up to Johnnie Mae's door and knocks. She doesn't answer at first so he knocks again and she appears wearing a white cotton nightgown with a black silk nightgown. Her finger is over her lips as she steps back from the door and curls it to beckon him inside. A kiss is shared between the two and she takes his hand to lead him to the couch. They sit and she speaks softly.

“Don't get in your head that you're having anything other than a hearty meal Skywalker.” Johnnie tugs on his beard. He places his cool hand on her thigh and runs his thumb along her skin. She points to the large chair next to the couch where little Grogu sleeps under a throw blanket. He'd fallen asleep waiting for his father to come get him. Luke nods and pecks Johnnie Mae's cheek.

“Only came to see what you had for dinner. Honest. Also saw some coworkers of the kid's dad outside. Weird bunch. Drove them off.” It's stated matter of factly causing the older woman to shake her head and stand up.

“I'll fix you a plate. It was mainly Sierra cooking for her new friend.” Luke follows her as she heats some food up for him and they sit at the table. They're comfortable, speaking in lowered volumes to not disturb the young boy. The hour has gotten late.

Meanwhile in Din's home:

Her host had put away the leftovers and made her some hot chocolate after giving her a short tour of the first level of the house. Sierra could tell that Din was proud, he mentioned it was his first home and was excited to be able to provide a safe place for Grogu to grow up. “I don't want him looking over his shoulder or wondering if he'll need to move anywhere.” She took this to mean that maybe there was a point where either Grogu or maybe Din had that fear. Pausing as he brought her back to the living room after showing her his office, kitchen, dining room, den, a half bath off of the den and a mud/laundry room. It made her think of how happy she'd been when she left her husband up until a few days ago when he showed up. The feeling that she was safe and could go to sleep without questioning if she'll be physically hurt or insulted. Din took Sierra's hand which made her look up at him, pulling her out of her daze. “I didn't mean to bring up-”

“Please don't apologize. Don't feel you have to dance around things you want to say because you think it reminds me of what happened. Plus now I'm curious what life was like for you and Grogu before moving here. I'll let you know if I'm okay or not Din.” They sit on the couch and continue holding hands as he describes to her the apartments he used to live in, back before he became a team leader with the bump in pay.

They weren't bad in terms of cleanliness or code violations, it was more so the activity in the neighborhood and violence which is why he moved out here to the suburbs. Din explained that it wasn't all the community, it was him too. In his younger days, before Grogu was born, Din ran with the Death Watch and participated in unsavory activities. He'd had a long-term girlfriend who enjoyed the lifestyle and drama. When she became pregnant, he focused on actually going back to school to get his degree in mechanical engineering. A subject that had long interested him but wasn't exactly a part of culture. It was when he was in school that she became distant and even after giving birth, didn't really interact with little Grogu much. At the time, Din thought she was just too wrapped up in what the Death Watch had going on at the time. It was only later, in raising Grogu over the years that he came to know what postpartum depression was. No one either of them knew really talked about any of that. In his exit from the Watch, his back tattoo with their symbol of a mythosaur had three horizontal red lines added through it. They represented tasks the Armorer had him complete before he could sever ties with them on friendly terms. Din was surprised when his former members offered financial help with him getting settled in a new place with Grogu. He still spoke to a few of them occasionally, even Paz, who he was sure the disdain between them was mutual, gave him parenting tips.

Sierra listened intently and wondered what she really knew about her friends and family, especially ones she wasn't particularly close to. Could they have backgrounds with twists and turns similar to his that led them to where they are today? Would they feel comfortable telling her? “You're the first person I've told all that to in a long time. Generally, I don't feel comfortable talking about myself this much.” She didn't mean to, his admission made her scoot closer to him and place her palm on his cheek. Her eyes and smile conveyed the same message her lips did.

“Thank you for trusting me with this Din.”

His larger hand covers hers as he closes his eyes. It’s been even longer since he last heard someone saying that they trusted him. The moment feels intimate and Din allows the corners of his mouth to form a small smile. With his eyes focused on her lips, that’s where he touches with his opposite hand tracing her full lips with his thumb. He knows, just knows that all of her is soft like this. Her brows furrow and with her lips parting, Din wonders if he’s exposed too much, not only through his words but his touch too. “Sierra, you’ve trusted me a great deal as well.” He recalls a few days ago when they met, their hug and conversation in the kitchen of her aunt’s home. She was under no obligation to tell him anything, but she was honest and vulnerable.

“I know. This is something, but can we just sit Din?” Dropping her chin, the science teacher placed her forehead on Djarin’s shoulder, lowering both her hands as he grabbed them. Looking up temporarily, she knows she'll be fine. Contact with Din isn’t to be feared. Sierra finds it welcome, she wants more but her mind is holding her back. Realistically it’s been plenty of time some would say, but they’re not her. She scoots back to ease her spine into the cushions on the couch but Din’s hand braces her back and his other arm gathers the hem of her dress under her knees as he shifts them over his legs and pulls her closer. “Um, are you sure-“

“It’s fine. I’ve got you. Relax and sit.” Sierra might not be resisting so hard if Din didn’t appear to be saying and doing all the right things. His forearm is now supporting her upper back while his palm is at the base of her neck. His fingers are scratching her scalp and he chuckles when she releases a quiet sigh. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

A gentle thump to Din's chest is the answer Sierra gives him, he’s wrong in a sense. It feels perfect and she wants nothing more than to stay like this. “Yes it does.” Finally relenting they remain cuddled together on the couch for at least half an hour, maybe longer. Neither of them were sure. It was serene. Nothing pressing or urgent. No interruptions, the two of them could just exist together.

Din had to wake her up to not only walk her home but to pick up his son who was likely sleeping as well. Watching Sierra walk in front of him with wobbly legs, gave him many ideas, ones that he was unaware that Sierra shared similar ideas.

At Johnnie Mae’s home, they were met with the sight of Luke sipping lemonade as he and Mae were watching ‘Law & Order: The Force Beckons.’

“Hey Sierra. Nice to meet you little G’s dad. I’m Luke from across the street. Old friend of Mae’s here. Kept our girl out late did you?” His graveled voice greets the pair as they step in and remove their shoes. Johnnie Mae is holding hands with Luke as Grogo sleeps opposite them soundly. Din’s taken aback for a moment. It registered that this is the man who lives across the street and is Ms. Harris’ gentleman friend. The same one who’d given his son a gift and them an interesting dinner conversation. Sierra wasn’t phased at seeing them together so it’s clear this isn’t new.

“Did you have a good plate of food Mr. Skywalker?” Sierra asks, her grin says she’s amused because she finds her aunt and her ‘gentleman friend’ for at least ten years cute. Luke stands and pats her shoulder before giving her a hug.

“Yeah. Your aunt always treats me well. You know that. How have you been kiddo?” He asks when he releases her from the embrace and holds her upper arms, careful not to touch below her elbows.

“Life sucked. But now it’s better, took time like many things. I adapted.” The affirmative grunt Luke gives has him leave it alone and turn to Din. Offering his hand, the single father takes it and gives the Jedi a firm handshake.

The two men keep eye contact during their greeting. Ending their stand-off, hands at their sides, they nodded to each other. An understanding was made between them. The unspoken promise had Luke step aside as Din spotted his son asleep in the chair across the room.

“Thanks.” Din gives a small nod to Skywalker before making his way across the room to scoop his son in his arms. Grogo stirs and looks up at his father, his eyes heavy from sleep. He smiles before drifting back off.

“Little G’s a good kid. Might have something to do with his father.” Luke plops back down on the couch next to Johnnie Mae with Din giving the grizzled man a small chuckle.

“I know. He's that best. We're going to head out, it's pretty late. Thank you Ms. Harris for dinner earlier and to you both for keeping an eye on him tonight.” Johnnie Mae waves him off and stands up to give Din a side hug to not disturb Grogu's slumber. The father walked slowly to the door and Sierra opened it for him, he had his hands full of important cargo afterall. Luke and Ms. Harris left the living room, opting to give the two some privacy. “Good night Sierra.”

Din’s eyes are warm as he watches Sierra’s face, “Good night Din. Ah,” Hesitating at first, she allows her fingers to glide up his forearm. He doesn’t pull away and instead remains still, appreciating her touch. “I-I’d like to speak to you tomorrow during lunch when you have time. Nothing important or anything just to-” His lips find her forehead and she pauses with a gasp.

“Just to talk. Trust me, I’ll have time Sierra. Good night and sleep well. I have to get this one home and tucked into bed.” His eyes linger on her as he steps out of the door, Din only looks forward to keep from tripping down the porch or the stairs. He has responsibilities and he can’t stay as much as he would like, looking back a final time before starting across the yard back to his home, she’s standing in the doorway, illuminated and waving at him with a smile.

Djarin feels a pang of languish while he enters his home and puts little Grogu to bed. He’s always been thankful for his son, his adorable menace, but maybe sometimes he would like someone beside him who he didn’t have to sing Spongebob to or Bluey. His large palm pats Grogu’s head and bats his curls a bit, he goes to take a shower and settles into his own bed, already excited about his lunch break tomorrow

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archivalofsins · 7 months ago

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I really want to vent about something Milgram related, but I don't want to spread negativity either. It's about my general experience in the fandom.

Something that has been less than ideal and the ways it has led me to engage with fandom as a concept in general.

It isn't fair to myself not to use my blog for me, though. This is my space to recount my experiences and opinions on Milgram as a series. The way the fandom has personally impacted me is a huge part of that. Regardless of how impartial I attempt to be, the experiences I've had within this fandom will impact how I engage with the content to an extent.

To the point that I've committed to trial three verdicts already based on the actions of people in this fandom.

I'm not above being petty.

So, I'm going to explain this as politely as I can and move on.

People who have been around on this blog long enough have seen a lot of the experiences I've had in the fandom. I wish I had whined about it publicly more in hindsight instead of going on defense immediately. It's not like I'm ashamed of being defensive or regret my previous actions. On the contrary, in fact, I was going through a lot of stressful and downright dehumanizing shit publicly and privately.

It was a terrible time, and if I knew it was going to be that way quite, honestly, I would have never posted any of those theories and just kept them to myself. Honestly, I'd like to see what the fuck this fandom would be like if I didn't. Considering some of the stuff I'll touch on here.

I'm going to be candid.

I've been spoken about vaguely on more posts than individuals in this community care to admit to the point that I literally had to stop engaging in the tags. I've been directly messaged emotionally manipulative remarks and then blocked by the sender from people in this fandom.

I've been basically called out on confession blogs because people are cowards and the first time they're given the ability of doing something under the guise of anonymity of course they're going to use it to harass someone else in ways they know they could never do publicly.

I've been harrassed and emotionally abused by other fans. Who I considered friends in private. Had my lived experiences and feelings consistently diminished for several months by those people. Plagiarized numerous times which I'm most mad about like you actually stole the fucking words out of my mouth that is a whole different form of disrespect.

I have been gaslit numerous times by well-meaning people again using the guise of ambiguity and anonymity to go,

"Well you can never know for sure, so you should just let it go! Be the bigger person."

And I just gotta go,

"Yeah, you're sooo right. I should have thought of that. I'll never know for sure! Anyone here could have said this. But do I have to stoop to their level? No, I should just be happy that I can't go in the tag because this keeps happening."

Then I gotta feel like I'm losing my mind because no one recognizes the previous thing is more fucked up. It's weird no one sees how that's fucking worse. If someone suspects I vagued about them, they block me and spread rumors in the back that I did vague about them that eventually come back to me anyway. They have this face, this image of me in their mind that they are allowed to act against and keep out of their vicinity. I have nothing, I have to sit here and see people in this fandom and think,

"Was it you? Did you say that?"

Then go no, no, that's not a healthy way to think. Then, I attempt to course correct when it feels like everyone here hates me. Because there's nothing else I can do other than control my response and how I navigate moving forward. I can admit that sometimes I don't navigate these things in a mature and considerate manner. That I get defensive and my language invokes that regardless of how jovially I attempt to take it.

Because when the shoes on the other foot. When I'm just discussing something that it seems as though everyone is discussing. Then someone feels as though that is me speaking vaguely about them regardless of how much i preemptively state it's not about anyone.

Then I inevitably get a,

"Like, hey, why did you do this? Why did you vague about x?"

In a way, that has made it so apparent how heavily policed I am in this environment and how hostile it is toward me. To the point that I can't even speak about something occurring in real time without being perceived as hostile by someone.

Something that felt like it was the case so much that I have post in my drafts that's in fucking Morse Code,

That just says Fuck- because at the time I really felt like I couldn't say a fucking thing without someone taking offense. Then i didn't fucking post this because at the time I was like no even that will be misconstrued just say nothing. So, it's just sitting in my drafts as a reminder.

To just shut the fuck up you don't have to say anything on or engage in this.

This has not changed either. I've adapted, of course, but this has not stopped. When I post, I am now incredibly particular about my wording and overexplain a lot.

Yesterday, I was hanging out with friends while editing that Kazui post over a discord call and said aloud,

"No, I can't say it that way because someone might take offense."

And my friend literally went,

"Who cares if they take offense let them."

As I changed it like no, no... Oh, that wording is too candid and curt, which will be perceived as anger. Then they're going to respond as though they've been attacked or belittled. So, I have to say it this way instead.

Do you know how many times someone has discerned a tone from my texts out of the clear blue sky and gone,

"I didn't like x's tone."

I had one mother fucker go I didn't like "his" tone and gender me as he throughout all of a convo until corrected like uh hey this person is genderfluid they use he and her. It is kind of dismissive and sexist that because you viewed them as hostile and forceful that you immediately gendered them as he.

Other times it's like eyy nice when that happens. Because it's usually not done in a,

"Ew, you're making me uncomfortable. You're scary, and I view you as a dangerous entity. So, I will now project masculinity onto you in order to highlight the danger I see you as."

Be me genderfluid use he and her. See how you experience text-based sexism where people call you her when they view you as more harmless, timid, and uninformed than switch to he when they view you as more hostile, dangerous, or direct. Something that is just what people do to blunt or straightforward black women generally and the fact that's happening through tone policing text really fucking highlights how inescapable this is for me.

To the point that just speaking how I normally would through text, which I very much type the same way I speak is something I have to work to tone down now and be attentive to. I felt as though I couldn't just post like everyone else. This is because that over time, it became apparent to me that regardless of what I said or how much I tried to articulate myself in a more docile way, someone was going to take offense.

I literally talked about a bird and got a lecture. There is no winning. If something is too short, it's like, did you think of this. Too long no one is reading all that. Then, if someone feels as though I was discussing them regardless of how much I truly can't even go in the tag to see whatever they're discussing.

It leads to me having to apologize to that person. Even though I am not responsible for their assumption. I push that to the side and suck it up to the best of my abilities, and apologize. Because my intent, my feelings at this revelation, and the unfairness I feel about it does not change that my actions have negatively impacted and hurt this other individual's feelings.

There is a point that this does stop being on me, though.

However, when an instance in which I've genuinely hurt someone's feelings is brought to my attention, I won't dismiss that. Take note of this it leads into another problem later. I am not responsible for imagined slights and did not have to apologize at all. A good few people who consider themselves good individuals and are would not have apologized.

Because the assumptions of others simply are not their responsibility. So they would consider this an instance of someone taking them egregiously out of context because they choose to view them through bad faith. Then would have gone,

"This seems like something you did all on your own that should have stayed that way. I owe you nothing."

Or would have just ignored it.

Now, I want to touch on how invasive and entitled some people within this fandom can be. I have had so many people ask for private medical information that they are not entitled to.

Yes, saying-

"If you don't have x, then don't speak on y."

Is pushing someone else in a corner where their options are to give personal information on themselves that again wrapping around back to point one is not the business of person saying this nor will giving this information change their opinion. People who say this don't care if you have x they just want you to shut up. People who say this do not care about people who have what they are discussing outside of themselves. It's that simple.

At best, if a person says

"Yes, I have x."

This sort of person will either state the person is lying or that it doesn't matter because what that person said was still wrong. And having x doesn't change the fact that they just think this other person is wrong actually so they should still shut the fuck up. This is really annoying when it comes to how this fandom engages with dissociative identity disorder specifically.

Because they say and do shit like this, then still have the audacity to be wrong about how the disorder works. I've seen posts that state with their full chest that Dissociative Identity Disorder is when there is an existence of three or more distinct personality states.

Just legit redefining the term to exclude two. I've been told two alter system don't deserve representation because they're so rare and it's less likely to occur. Again, it's wild to me how no one recognizes how that sounds. Like to me, that sounds like this specific presentation of this disorder is a minority. Therefore, it is an inaccurate depiction of the majority of individuals with this disorder and should not be represented in media in any nuanced way actually.

That sounds suspiciously like people who said black people rarely buy comics as such, they are not our target demographic and should not be represented in the media. Because it just won't sell, they don't read comics. Girls don't read shonen manga. We do not need well written female characters here. That's not our demographic.

Furthermore, when I have told people that I trust this very sensitive information about myself and my mental health. They weaponized it against me to abuse me for several months. Literally stating in response to me being like hey what you're doing is really upsetting me and hurtful with,

"Well, you have x and y. So, you have to accept that and recognize how you telling me your emotional needs is actually unreasonable. It's holding me to a standard that's far too high. Something you're only doing because you've yet to accept your own limitations due to your impairments. Causing you to project the high standards you put on yourself onto others around you as well and straining your relationships. You need to accept you're disabled. Something that means there are just certain things you won't be good at and won't be able to receive or achieve in life."

Bro, I would just like to not be ghosted. What the fuck does that have to do with this? This person's reaponse to me saying,

"Hey, if I continue to get treated this way, I'm going to leave. Because this isn't even a relationship at this point if most of it is spent avoiding proper communication. It seems neither of you want me here because you're actions and avoidance are displaying that to me."

Was to say,

"If you did that, then that would make you no better than us. Plus, all your relationships will continue to be this way. If you're incapable of compromising here."

That's been my last ten months in private on top of the Milgram shit. At a point, I spoke about the incident semipublically in a shared discord server. Then these two people had me apologize for doing that, like stating how they treated me-

In a space, they were already discussing the situation in instead of communicating with me privately by the way. Yet, me doing it was crossing the line, actually.

Yeah, they had me apologize for this over text not once, not twice but five fucking times in a row, each apology longer and more in depth than the last.

Because me doing that was just such an inconsiderate breech of their privacy and dismissal of their feelings. They even said this was something to be handled in private despite ignoring me privately for months and taking it there.

I want to sit here and say I have no more sympathy or good faith to extend to individuals within this fandom. It would be incredibly fair for me to say this given my experiences. However, I fundamentally believe just because the world can be cruel unreasonably so and kindness is rarely rewarded. That is no reason to spread pain. I would like to believe in people. To believe that they can be considerate of those who exist outside of themselves and respectful of those others.

It is just very difficult to enjoy a space that has seemingly been hellbent on breaking me in every sense of the word.

I didn't think it was possible to say this in a way that didn't feel self pitying or unnecessarily harsh. This may still be harsh to some. Yet I can not comfortably move forward without honestly writing down for myself the impact these experiences have had on me.

It makes me want to engage with fandom less.

Make myself less accessible and that's been reflected in how I do fanfiction now. I'd like to get comments and feedback on the labors of love and appreciation I've made for this series. Yet these experiences have been so damaging that I'm not even comfortable leaving comments on for fanfics anymore. Comments are now off on all my fanfics, not even just milgram ones, and I don't think I'll ever cut them back on.

I locked all of my fanfics for a while, so only registered users could read them. I reached out to be in the milgramblrgram thing because I thought it would be a fun thing to do and a nice way to get more feedback on these things on my own terms. Yet I truly don't think it matters how I do it or how much work I put in because to a lot of people, it just being attached to me makes it wrong.

Because they've built this impression of me that simply isn't true and is isolating.

It makes this a little less fulfilling to continue doing. I only really continue doing it because I do enjoy Milgram a great deal, and it matters a lot to me. Like one of the reasons I was so cool with dumping those people was like well one of you is literally trying to tell me to stop engaging with my hobbies and interests because sometimes I have complaints about them. Which makes it a lot easier to go mm fuck you I had this hobby before I met you and probably will have it after you. Because unlike you this brings me joy it is fulfilling sure I don't like the treatment I've received from other fans but don't get it twisted.

I love Milgram.

That's not going to change. Milgram is not its fanbase. Regardless of how the fanbase can impact the series. I'm writing this to move forward more comfortably with everything that has occurred in this going on two years.

And it may be too much for some, but it's just what I've gone through for me.

#gunsli rambles

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