#pretty gilrfriends

[disaster-delia]

She's so fun to drawwww, looollll

I wish my future looks like this

[decomposedbird44blog]

Having beautiful friends >>>

[pato-gorgo]

[thehotmaryjoe]

[francorebel]

L'AMICIZIA

Questo è il racconto di un fatto accaduto, per la precisione almeno 10 anni fa', uno dei fatti più eccitanti e incredibili della mia vita. Ci eravamo trovati, io e il mio gruppo, a casa di uno di noi per decidere dove andare quell'estate in vacanza al mare (alla fine abbiamo deciso per Riccione). Nel nostro gruppo di amici ci sono tre ragazze molto carine, di cui due sono fidanzate con due di noi ragazzi e l'altra è libera da legami e di divertirsi come meglio crede.

Comunque eravamo seduti intorno a questo tavolo e io stavo davanti proprio a questa ragazza. Capelli neri abbastanza lunghi, carnagione chiara, un bel visino allegro con occhi nocciola, un fisico decisamente non male con un gran bel sedere (lei dice un pò troppo grosso, ma secondo me perfetto), le gambe lunghe e intriganti, un corpo snello e armonioso, un seno poco sviluppato (a malapena una seconda) ma sicuramente ben sodo e invitante. Insomma, un bel bocconcino e non nego di averci fatto a volte pensierini erotici molto piccanti.

Parlando tranquillamente, ridendo e scherzando, ad un certo punto sento qualcosa toccarmi il pene tra le cosce. Rimango perplesso e butto lo sguardo verso la sedia, vedendo un suo piedino in un calzino bianco intento a toccare il mio pacco con le dita e la pianta. Faccio finta di niente e la guardo in faccia sconcertato. Lei aveva le mani incrociate davanti alla bocca e tra le dita affusolate vedevo un sorrisetto malizioso e la punta della lingua che passava sulle labbra.

Vi lascio immaginare come il mio cazzo si è gonfiato istantaneamente sotto il tocco delicato della fanciulla che mi stava di fronte. Gli altri, ignari di tutto, continuavano a parlare e discutere, mentre io mi accaldavo sempre di più e lasciavo fare e indagare la mia amica.

Evidentemente attratta e, credo, incuriosita dalle mie misure (leggermente sopra la media), comincia a diventare più audace massaggiando la mia asta rigonfia nei pantaloni su e giù e schiacciando di tanto in tanto per verificare la durezza.

Il tavolo era stretto e quindi lei poteva rimanere seduta in posizione normale, continuando addirittura a parlare con gli altri mentre sotto la tovaglia andava avanti ad eccitarmi.

Poi dopo un pochino ha smesso e ha ritratto il suo piedino fatato (se continuava ancora un po' venivo nelle mutande). Quando ormai credevo avesse finito il suo slancio ormonale si alzò e si fece indicare dal padrone di casa (una bella casa in campagna) il bagno.

Ricordo di averla fissata alzarsi e camminare sculettando verso i servizi dietro al corridoio del piano terra. Indossava come sempre una maglia smanicata attillatissima, in questo caso gialla, che la fasciava ben bene intorno alla vita e al seno, mettendo in evidenza le sue tettine vogliose con una discreta scollatura. Aveva un paio di pantaloni neri stretti sintetici (forse di una tuta) con dei tasconi lungo le gambe. Sparita dietro l'angolo ho cercato di scuotermi e di reinserirmi nella conversazione.

Dopo pochissimo la rivedo tornare e riprendere il suo posto. Si siede di fronte a me e mi fa un occhiolino, indicando con gli occhi la direzione del bagno. Le chiedo a gesti se dovevo andare anch'io in bagno e lei annuisce mordendosi le labbra. Allora mi sono alzato cercando di nascondere il pacco gonfio nei jeans e ho chiesto anch'io di usare i servizi.

Pensavo di farmi una bella sega e risolvere il problema ma poi ho visto una cosa che mi ha sconvolto. Sul lavandino c'erano appoggiate un paio di mutandine nere da donna con dentro un bigliettino scritto sulla carta igienica. Le ho ovviamente prese in mano e ho letto il biglietto. Se hai voglia di scopare, quando torni di là chiedi un bicchiere d'acqua e poi fai quello che ti dico. Mi sbottono i jeans e prendo il mio pisello in mano; duro come un bastone e pulsante di desiderio. Ero indeciso tra una scopata rischiosa in casa di un amico e un gesto di estrema volontà di resistere alla voglia per magari riparlarne più con calma in privato io e lei e se poi ci avesse ripensato? Mi sono chiesto quando ormai avevo deciso di rimandare. Portai le mutande al viso e annusai dove si era appoggiata la sua fighetta vogliosa. Odorava di lei. Odorava di sesso!

Ormai avevo deciso, strofino le sue mutande sul mio glande e le metto in tasca. Rimetto il cazzo a fatica nelle mutande, abbottono i pantaloni e esco dal bagno.

Arrivo al tavolo e mi siedo guardandola. Lei fa finta di niente e guarda curiosa alcune foto di campeggi e alberghi. “Scusa, posso avere un bicchiere d'acqua perfavore?" chiedo all'improvviso al mio amico a voce alta e chiara. “Certo" risponde lui un po' interdetto prima di alzarsi e prenderla. La guardo e lei mi fa appena un cenno di intesa con la mano.

Quando il padrone di casa è tornato tra noi con in mano il mio bicchiere e un paio di birre, lei gli ha chiesto se poteva andare a vedere su internet l'albergo che c'era in foto. Lui ovviamente le dice di accomodarsi in sala (la stanza a fianco) e di usare quel pc come voleva. La mia compagna di avventura si alza e se ne va. Adesso che lo sapevo si vedeva che non aveva niente sotto lo stratto leggero dei pantoloni. La seguo con la scusa dell'albergo e arrivo silenzioso alle sue spalle mentre lei stava effettivamente navigando seduta davanti al pc. Le appoggio le mani sulle spalle e lei piega la testa all'indietro, fissandomi negli occhi e passandosi la lingua avanti e indietro sulle labbra rosse. “Dove andiamo?" le ho chiesto a quel punto non sapendo che dire e portando le mani sul suo collo e sui fianchi, appoggiando appena il mio pacco in erezione sulla sua schiena. “Su in camera, diciamo che questo computer non è abbastanza veloce" detto questo gira la sedia verso di me e si piega verso la mia zip. La apre e tira fuori il mio pisello. “Come mi immaginavo," dice toccandolo con i polpastrelli "niente male"

"Grazie!" le rispondo trattenendomi a stento dal metterglielo in gola fino alle palle. Si alza e mi invita a rimetterlo nei pantaloni ancora per un paio di minuti perché lì era troppo pericoloso. Io la afferro per i fianchi e, mani sul culetto, le metto la lingua in bocca rapidamente. Lei risponde un po' e poi si divincola tornando dagli altri.

Ottenuto il permesso di salire in camera, saliamo e ci chiudiamo la porta della camera del nostro amico alle spalle. (Era tutto vero!!!)

Lei mi butta le braccia al collo e la lingua in bocca. Mi tolgo la maglietta e la spingo sul letto. Lei cade di schiena e rimane ferma con le gambe piegate e aperte, passandosi la mano sui pantaloni in corrispondenza della vagina. Io mi tolgo anche scarpe e pantaloni e mi corico tra le sue gambe. Le sfilo la maglietta e le lecco il petto fino al reggiseno. Poi scendo all'ombelico e arrivo al bottone dei pantaloni. Lo sbottono e li apro un po' intravvedendo il pelo bruno della sua figa. Poi mi interrompe e mi prende per il viso riportandomi davanti al suo seno. Si slaccia il reggiseno e libera le tettine chiare con i capezzoli rosa appuntiti e rigidi. Ne mordicchio uno tornando con la mano a fare conoscenza con il pube della mia amica. Lei ogni tanto inarca la schiena e si lascia scappare qualche gemito di piacere.

Ritenendo finiti i preliminari, mi inginocchio davanti ai suoi piedi e finisco di aprirle i pantaloni, rivelando la sua figa bagnata e ben curata dai pochi peli tra le gambe chiare e perfette. Mi alzo in piedi sul letto e mi tolgo le mutande liberando il mio cazzo stragonfio. Le si illuminano gli occhi e apre al massimo le gambe accogliendo me e il mio membro in un caldo abbraccio umido. La penetro profondamente adagiando il mio petto sul suo e iniziando una frenetica danza all'interno della sua vagina calda e confortevole. Dopo un po' inizio a penetrarla avanti e indietro veloce e profondo. Il mio sudore e il suo si uniscono e più lei si stringe a me con le unghie e le gambe più violentemente la penetro. Il letto cigola sotto la nostra spinta. Sento di essere sul punto di venire quando lei mi ferma e mi sposta.

Io scendo dal letto deluso e pronto a farmi una sega per finire il mio rapporto quando lei scende dal letto, si appoggia con le mani al comodino e mi da le spalle divaricando le gambe e mostrandomi a novanta gradi il suo invitante e formoso culo.

Mi inginocchio e lo lecco gustando il sapore dolce dei suoi liquidi vaginali e il fresco del suo ano. La riempio ben bene di saliva e la penetro da dietro, tenendola per i fianchi. “Sei protetta?" le chiedo prima di ricominciare. “Sì" mi risponde sottovoce. Allora inizio prima lentamente e poi sempre più forte a entrarle e uscirle dal sedere candido. Lei gode davvero tanto e si morde le labbra e la lingua per non urlare, io cerco di tappare la bocca ma la sua testa si divincola, sento i suoi orgasmi nelle mie palle gonfie pronte ad esplodere, e lei che continua a venire dalla figa e gocciolare a terra il suo liquido. Anche io godevo come mai prima stringendola per i fianchi, accompagnando il movimento del mio bacino tirandola ritmicamente verso di me. Raggiunge l'ennesimo orgasmo e allora decido di fermarmi di nuovo per non esploderle lo sperma nell'ano. La faccio girare e le metto tutta la mia lingua in bocca, toccandola e palpandola su tutto il corpo bagnato di sudore, umori e occasionali schizzi di sperma. Senza dirle niente, si inginocchia danti a me e prende il mio cazzo in bocca cercando di arrivare fino alla base, accogliendolo con caldi fiumi di saliva e massaggiandolo con la lingua lunga e veloce. La sua mano delicata lavora con vigore segando il mio uccello, mentre succhia golosa il nettare che sto per spararle in gola.

Sente che sto per venire e allora se lo toglie dalla bocca e finisce segandomi a due mani, facendomi sparare la sborra sul suo volto e sul suo petto bianco. (Non sono mai venuto così tanto! È stato qualcosa di davvero meraviglioso).

Quando ormai avevo finito e lei era stata soddisfatta, siamo rimasti per qualche minuto a rifiatare seduti sul pavimento, guardandoci e tenendo lei una mano sui miei genitali e io una mano sul suo basso ventre.

Poi mi sono alzato e mi sono rivestito. Mi sono rinfrescato nel bagno di sopra e sono sceso dagli altri dicendo che le cose per lei sarebbero andate per le lunghe.

Mi aveva detto di andare sotto a coprirla mentre lei si ripuliva, toglieva le nostre tracce dalla stanza e, alla fine, si rivestiva.

Da quel pomeriggio l'ho sentita tantissime volte e forse tra noi stava nascendo qualcosa di più di un'amicizia! Non l'ho più vista ma spero che quando questo accadrà, credo l'estate prossima, le cose possano chiarirsi e possiamo ritornare a percorrere insieme le sensazioni dei ricordi di quel fantastico pomeriggio.

FRIENDSHIP

This is the story of an event that happened, at least 10 years ago to be precise, one of the most exciting and incredible events of my life. My group and i had met at one of our house to decide where to go that summer on holiday by the sea (in the end we decided on Riccione). In our group of friends there are three very pretty girls, two of whom are engaged to two of us guys and the other is free from ties and to have fun as shee sees fit.

Anyway we were standing in front of this very girl. Quite long black hair, light complexion, a nice cheerful face with hazel eyes, a decidedly not bad physique with a great butt (she says a little too big, but in my opinion perfect), long and intriguing legs, a slim and harmonious, an underdeveloped breast (barely a second one) but certainly very firm and inviting. In short, a nice tidbit and i don't deny that i sometimes had very spicy erotic thoughts.

Talking quietly, laughing and joking, at one point i feel something touch my penis between my thighs. I remain perplexed and throw my gaze towards the chair, seeing one of his feet in a white sock intent on touching my package with his fingers and sole. I ignore it and look at her baffled. She had her hands crossed in front of her mouth and between her slender fingers i could see a mischievous smile and the tip of her tongue passing over her lips. I let you imagine how my cock instantly swelled under the delicate touch of the girl standing in front of me. The others, unaware of everything, kept talking and arguing, while i got hotter and hotter and let my friend do and investigate. Evidently attracted to and, i think, intrigued by my measurements (slightly above average), she begins to get bolder by massaging my swollen shaft in my pants up and down and squeezing from time to time to check for hardness.

The table was narrow and therefore she could remain seated in a normal position, even continuing to talk with the others while under the tablecloth she went on to excite me.Then after a while he stopped and withdrew his fairy foot (if he continued a little longer I would cum in my underwear). When I thought by now he had finished his hormonal surge he got up and had the landlord (a beautiful house in the country) show him the bathroom.

I remember staring at her getting up and waddling towards the toilets behind the ground floor corridor. As always, she wore a very tight sleeveless top, in this case yellow, which wrapped her around her waist and breasts, highlighting her eager little tits with a discreet neckline. He was wearing a pair of tight black synthetic trousers (perhaps from overalls) with large pockets along the legs. Disappearing around the corner, i tried to shake myself off and rejoin the conversation.

After a very short time i see her come back and take her place again. He sits across from me and winks at me, glancing in the direction of the bathroom. I gesture to her if i should have gone to the bathroom too and she nods biting her lip. So I got up trying to hide the swollen package in my jeans and i too asked to use the toilets.I thought i'd jerk off and fix the problem but then i saw something that shocked me. A pair of women's black panties sat on the sink with a note written on the toilet paper inside. Of course I took them in hand and read the note. If you feel like having sex, when you get back there ask for a glass of water and then do as I tell you. They unbutton my jeans and take my dick in my hand; hard as a stick and throbbing with desire. I was undecided between a risky fuck at a friend's house and a gesture of extreme will to resist the urge to maybe talk about it more calmly in private, me and her, and what if she then had second thoughts? I wondered when I had already decided to postpone. I brought the panties up to my face and sniffed where her eager little pussy was leaning. He smelled like her. It smelled like sex!

By now i had decided, i rub his underpants on my glans and put them in my pocket. I shove my cock back into my underpants, buttoned my pants and left the bathroom. I get to the table and sit down looking at her. She ignores it and curiously looks at some photos of campsites and hotels. "Excuse me, can i have a glass of water please?" I suddenly ask my friend in a loud and clear voice. "Sure" he replies a bit dumbfounded before standing up and taking it. I look at her and she just gives me an understanding wave. When the landlord came back to us with my glass and a couple of beers in his hand, she asked him if she could go and see the hotel in the picture on the internet. He obviously tells her to take a seat in the living room (the next room) and to use that pc as she wanted. My adventure companion gets up and walks away.

Now that I knew it, it could be seen that he had nothing under the light layer of his trousers. I follow her with the excuse of the hotel and arrive silently behind her while she was actually surfing sitting in front of the pc. I put my hands on her shoulders and she tilts her head back, staring into my eyes and running her tongue back and forth over her red lips. “Where are we going?” I asked her at that point not knowing what to say and putting my hands on her neck and hips, just resting my erected pack on her back. “Up in the room, let's say this computer isn't fast enough " having said that he turns the chair towards me and leans towards my zip. He opens it and takes out my dick. "As I imagined," he says touching it with his fingertips "not bad""Thank you!" I answer, barely refraining from shoving it down her throat up to her balls. He gets up and invites me to put it back in my pants for a couple more minutes because it was too dangerous there. I grab her by the hips and, hands on her little ass, i quickly put my tongue in her mouth. She answers a little and then struggles back to the others. Having obtained permission to go up to the room, we go up and close the door to our friend's room behind us. (It was all true!!!)

She throws her arms around my neck and her tongue in my mouth. I take off my shirt and push it onto the bed. She falls onto her back and stands with her legs bent and spread apart, rubbing her hand down her pants over her pussy. I also take off my shoes and pants and lie down between her legs. I take off her shirt and lick her chest up to the bra. Then i go down to the navel and get to the button of the pants. They unbutton it and open them a little, glimpsing the brown hair of her pussy. Then she interrupts me and takes me by the face bringing me back in front of her breasts. She unhooks her bra and releases her pale titties with stiff, pointy pink nipples. I nibble one returning with my hand to get acquainted with my friend's pubis. Every now and then she arches her back and lets out a few moans of pleasure.

Considering the preliminaries over, i kneel down in front of her feet and finish opening her pants, revealing her wet and well-groomed pussy with the few hairs between her pale and perfect legs. I stand up on the bed and take off my underwear releasing my swollen cock. Her eyes light up and she opens her legs wide, welcoming me and my member in a warm, humid embrace. I penetrate her deeply placing my chest on hers and starting a frantic dance inside her warm and comfortable vagina. After a while i start penetrating her back and forth fast and deep. My sweat and hers join and the more she hugs me with her nails and legs the more violently i penetrate her. The bed creaks under our push. I feel like i'm about to cum when she stops me and moves me.

I get out of bed disappointed and ready to jerk off to finish my report when she gets out of bed, leans her hands on the bedside table and gives me her back, spreading her legs and showing me her inviting and shapely ass at ninety degrees.I kneel down and lick him enjoying the sweet taste of her vaginal fluids and the coolness of her anus. I fill her well with saliva and penetrate her from behind, holding her hips. “Are you protected?" I ask her before starting again. "Yes" she replies in a low voice. So i start slowly first and then stronger and stronger to get in and out of her white bottom. She really enjoys it and bites her lips and tongue to keep from screaming, i try to shut my mouth but her head writhes, i feel her orgasms in my swollen balls ready to explode, and she continues to cum from her pussy and drip its liquid on the ground. I too enjoyed as never before squeezing her hips, accompanying the movement of my pelvis pulling her rhythmically towards me.

She reaches yet another orgasm and then I decide to stop again so as not to explode the sperm in her anus. I spin her around and put my entire tongue in her mouth, touching and groping her entire body wet with sweat, juices and the occasional squirt of cum. Without saying anything to her, she kneels in front of me and takes my cock in her mouth trying to get to the base, welcoming it with warm rivers of saliva and massaging it with her long, fast tongue. Her delicate hand works vigorously sawing my cock, while greedily sucking the nectar i'm about to shoot down her throat.He feels I'm about to cum so he takes it out of his mouth and finishes by jerking me off with both hands, making me shoot his cum all over his face and white chest. (I've never come so much! It was something really wonderful).

When i was done and she was satisfied, we sat on the floor for a few minutes breathing, looking at each other and holding her hand on my genitals and i one hand on her lower abdomen.

Then I got up and dressed. I freshened up in the upstairs bathroom and went downstairs to the others saying things were going to be long for her.

She had told me to go underneath and cover for her while she cleaned up, wiped our tracks from the room, and finally got dressed again.

Since that afternoon i've heard from her many times and perhaps something more than a friendship was being born between us! I haven't seen her since but i hope that when this happens, i think next summer, things can clear up and we can go back to retracing the sensations of the memories of that fantastic afternoon together.

[cigerettsaftersex]

I desperately need female friendships

[pato-gorgo]

Volví perras no he muerto......AUN

[thehotmaryjoe]

[fantascy]

Be amazed by this AI-generated image of a Korean girl that looks incredibly realistic, as if she's stepped right out of a dream.

[francorebel]

"over time you don't become demanding, you become selective."

"con il tempo non si diventa esigenti, si diventa selettivi."

[inmydr3amz]

I REALLY freaking enjoyed the benj Neilson one that you wrote... Is there any chance... Where benj Neilson's mom made dinner and the reader, her sister, and everyone else is there (pause for dramatic effect) and Bailey is flirting with benj (but lowkey subtle) and like improv from there😈😈😈 PRETTY PLEASE. 🥹

✮ THAT BOY IS MINE ✮ ​​

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✦ synopsis: in which bailey crosses a line at dinner

⟡ content warnings: none just fluff!

✦ word count: 1343

✮⋆ a/n: I'm literally just using these as excuses to unleash my inner Bailey hater ⋆✮

p.1

Bailey has some fucking nerve. Her audacity honestly astounds you sometimes.

Here you are, sitting at the Nielsens' dinner table, and she, your fucking sister, is shamelessly flirting with your fucking boyfriend.

Granted, she doesn't actually know that Benj is your boyfriend because it literally only happened today. Like, your whole confessional make out session and "we should be boyfriend and gilrfriend" conversation happened a half-hour before Ms. Nielsen invited you to stay for dinner.

But whatever. You still think you have every right to be upset that she's so brazenly flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you. So what if she doesn't know you're dating now? It's still a shitty thing to do. She won't give him the time of day but she'll flirt with him shamelessly? Fuck off.

You're glaring daggers at her and you're pretty sure if you clench your jaw any tighter you'll break a tooth. Bailey is being all bashful and giggling like a fucking pick-me and it makes you sick.

"Oh, come on, Benj," she says all pouty, "don't quit musical theater. You were always so good."

You could deck her in the fucking mouth, the fucking bitch. The only reason Benj even considered quitting musical theater was because he thought it'd make him cooler and Bailey would be less embarrassed by him.

Benj shrugs, picking at his food. He's starting to get a little uncomfortable with her flirting but he doesn't know how to shoot her down now after years of reciprocating. "Maybe I won't, actually," he says because his mom was the one who brought up the fact that he was thinking about quitting. "The only reason I wanted to quit was because I thought it'd make me cooler or whatever. So, yeah, maybe I won't."

Bailey dismisses him with a wave of her hand, cutting into her chicken. "Don't worry too much about that. The nerdy thing is cute."

Oh. OK.

So the girl who's been embarrassed of being seen with him his whole life thinks his nerdiness is cute?

Even Benj is surprised. "You think so?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

You swallow your anger and take his free hand in yours, resting them on the table so she can see. "Yeah, it is cute. I've always thought so."

Now he's blushing a little and you feel a swell of pride because you made him blush and she didn't. You give his hand a squeeze. She glances down and her expression turns sour.

Alyssa snorts. "You're both insane if you think Benj's nerdiness is cute."

Bailey laughs a little and shakes her head, amused, bur you scoff at Alyssa's comment, and you're pretty sure that's the difference between you and her.

"No, it's cute," she reassures him. "Honestly, you've always been cute, Benj. You're a total catch. Any girl would be lucky to have you."

Benj has to hold you down from fucking losing it on her. He caresses your hand with his thumb and leans over to whisper in your ear, "Just calm down, ok? Calm down . . . she doesn't know; you can't blame her."

You could go on a half-hour rant about the fact that you're not fucking fuming just because she's blatantly flirting with your boyfriend right in front of you but because she has the damn nerve to manipulate him and lead him in like this when she's just gonna toss him away after, but you hold your tongue and take a deep breath.

And then you fucking snap because she starts running her foot up Benj's pant leg and playing footsies with him. He jolts and chokes on his food.

His mom looks up. "Are you OK, sweetie?" she asks.

Benj is coughing and clearing his throat. You squeeze his hand. Well, more like death grip it.

"Could you stop?" you ask Bailey, staring through her. Your voice is even but anger drips off of every word.

"Stop what?" your sister asks innocently, taking a bite of her food.

"Flirting with my boyfriend. Could you stop please?"

And there it is.

Ms. Nielsen drops her fork and it clatters against her plate. Benj finally clears his throat and looks at with wide eyes because you agreed to tell everyone the news later, maybe during desert, and he definitely didn't want it out because of a fight between you and your sister.

Alyssa laughs, a shocked yet amused kind of laugh because what do you mean he's got two girls fighting over him right now? Two girls with eyes. And who are relatively intelligent. And know Benj.

The color drains from Bailey's face.

"Boyfriend?" she asks, and she sounds horrified. And pissed. A little betrayed, even though she has no right to feel that way.

"Boyfriend?" Ms. Nielsen asks, excited.

"Boyfriend?" Alyssa asks, laughing, disbelieving. "Really? You're choosing to date that? You?"

Benj rolls his eyes. "Oh, fuck off, Alyssa!"

"Benj, language!" his mom scolds. He turns red and sinks back in his seat. She turns to you and smiles. "So, boyfriend?"

You shrug, a shy but proud grin on your face. "It happened earlier today."

Bailey scoffs. "You're dating Benj?"

He squeezes your hand again, silently asking you to stay calm.

You push your food around on your plate. "Yeah, I am. So I'd really appreciate it if you would stop flirting with him."

"He was mine first!" Bailey blurts out. It's quick and she doesn't think it through. An uncomfortable silence falls over the table. The color drains from her face again. Benj's hand goes limp in yours.

You laugh. A cruel, bitter, humorless laugh. "He was 'yours first'? Are you fucking kidding me? Sorry, Ms. Nielsen," you add, giving her a quick glance. "He was never 'yours'. You never wanted him! You never liked him! You liked the attention he gave you! You lead him on and treated him like shit! Sorry again, Ms. Nielsen. You could've had him, but you didn't want him. That was your own decision. You're only upset because you don't have anyone to give you attention whenever you want it, anymore, not because you value him, even as just a person."

Bailey tongues the inside of her cheek. She's tense. "Mom and dad aren't home tonight. I'm in charge. When we get home, you're grounded," she says calmly.

Wow. OK. She's playing that card.

You pull your hand away from Benj's and stand. "Thank you for dinner, Ms. Nielsen. It was delicious. But I need a minute," you breathe, walking out onto the porch through the side kitchen door.

"You're grounding her over a boy? Not even a boy—Benj?" Alyssa almost laughs. "A little harsh, dude."

Bailey sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes. "Whatever. She had attitude."

Ms. Nielsen sighs. "She didn't have attitude, sweetie," she says softly, like she's talking to a child. "She's just upset that you're flirting with her boyfriend. It's . . . a little unfair to ground her for that."

Bailey just sulks in her chair.

"I'm . . . gonna go check on Y/N," Benj announces, desperate to get out of there and avoiding Bailey's eyes the entire time. He could not step out and close the door behind him quicker.

You're standing under the porch roof, watching the rain pour down in sheets, hands tucked into the pocket pouch of Benj's hoodie you're still wearing. When you hear the door creak open and shut close, you turn around, ready to keep arguing with Bailry, but soften up when you see him.

"I'm sorry. I ruined dinner," you start. "She was just pissing me off so much and I couldn't—"

Benj cuts you off with a kiss, hands holding your face. You're shocked at first but melt into it, hands going around his waist.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours and sighs dreamily against your lips. "No one's ever defended me like that," he whispers. "You're incredible."

You're dazed and a little lightheaded. "You're not mad?"

He laughs breathlessly, shaking his head. "I could never be mad at you."

He kisses you again.

[rockybloo]

Cryptid is such a good way to describe you, your oc’s feel like those traps fae make. “Ooo look at this pretty magical girl. JACK FROM JACK AND THE BEANSTALK IS HOT? HIS GIRLFRIEND IS HOTTER? Oh, OOOH, I need more of fuck this is.��

I can’t leave, beautiful art will just randomly slap me in the face from the cryptid in my phone.

WJHFAJKFEANJK THANK YOU 😭

This is going into the Rocky vault of inbox messages because this is such a legendary message.

I'mma have "JACK FROM JACK AND THE BEANSTALK IS HOT? HIS GILRFRIEND IS HOTTER?" stuck in my head for days now.

[greenishness]

my toxic trait is that i think "get off your fucking ass and work" is actually pretty solid advice for a lot of young men tbh... like my little brother right. he worships tech billionaires & frequents the gym religiously & daydreams about becoming a Visionary but do u think he helped my mother in the kitchen once this christmas. do you think he helped with the grocery shopping or cleaned up after himself. his gas and gym membership are paid for by ME because he can't bring himself to find a job and runs out of money every three months. my uncle explained to me a few months ago that there's nothing more difficult than growing up a boy these days because there's no clear role models anymore and traditional masculinity is facing a lot of backlash so how are boys supposed to feels good about themselves etc etc well thorsten maybe if they helped their mothers in the kitchen they would develop some humility and also a sense of self-sufficiency. there's no shortcuts to living an accomplished life i'm sorry you don't think taking care of yourself is glorious enough to build a sense of masculinity around but maybe if my brother spent a little less time imagining himself as 2 elon 2 musk and little more time doing mundane things such as providing for himself he would have a gilrfriend instead of an identity crisis

[thehotmaryjoe]

[justmenoworries]

Lore Olympus Episode 234 Spoilers:

Hermes has been temporarily released from the void to be hxp's messenger bird for their oh-so-romantic, not forced and rushed at all, wedding. Yay.

"[Hera] I feel like I never got a chance to properly thank your for everything you've done for me." Like forcing a job on me I wasn't qualified for, setting me up with a groomer, not saying shit to defend me at my trial, forcing me to talk about my sexual trauma and keeping my disappearance a secret from my mom.

Also, Persephone are you not going to ask why you couldn't reach her at all? Or if she's okay after the whole Kronos-thing? No? Of course not, Persephone is only caring and kind when she can make it about herself.

I lost it when Hecate told Hades she knows how things "haven't always been the easiest" for him. Actually, things have been going easy for him. Pretty much ever since he dumped Minthe in favor of a younger, more impressionable girlfriend. Exactly what hardships has this man gone through since then? And no, not seeing your grooming victim for a few years (the majority of which you slept over) doesn't count.

A smidgen of positivity here: I unironically love Hecate's snake, it's super cute.

Okay, back to tearing this shit-show to pieces.

Everyone still acts like a brat to Zeus for literally doing his fucking job.

"You're lucky you're invited." You're lucky your little mass-murdering gilrfriend wasn't tied to a rock to have her organs devoured by eagles every day, Hades.

"Whilst our engagement was short-lived, the bond that we share is anything but." What bond, Persephone? What bond??? You've known each other for maybe a month! You have no bond to speak of, you're just horny for each other!!! That's not the same!!!

We're in ancient Greece, why the fuck are they having a Christian wedding?

C'mon Smithe, was it really too much to ask for to look for wedding ceremonies in ancient Greece??? I know you're lazy as shit, but this stuff is literally one Google search away.

Aaand, of course Demeter had to see all of that.

RS really said "I'm gonna focus all my mommy issues on this character and make her as miserable as can be! I'm a feminist, y'all!"

Friendly reminder that the myth this crackshow of a comic is based on was originally about Demeter saving Persephone after she was married to Hades against her will. And this is what RS decided to do with it.

If I have to say one thing in favor of this episode, its at least this stupid ass wedding-plot is finally over and done with and we can get back to actually important things.

Like, y'know.

The super-villain currently holding a child and a whole-ass part of a realm hostage.