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dadsdog · 3 days ago

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Kinda vague prompt but can you do some of your ur usual shit but like. In a truck. Like one with a bench seat. I like pretty much all the shit u post about. Js... truck. In a truck.

as an avid truck sex enjoyer, this is awesome ty :] this one's not very forcemasc-y but it's VERY dad/son fauxcest-y

while i'm all for dad/son incest fantasies, i can't stop thinking about a teenage boy, who opens up to an older man (maybe a family friend, a friend's father) about his relationship with his dad. how he was never there, how he never supported his son when he needed it most. the older man comforts him, wraps him up in a tight hug. "hey... you're gonna be okay bud." the boy sniffles and looks up at him, still clinging to him desperately, "thank you. im sorry for dumping all of this on you." he shakes his head. "don't say that kiddo, there's no need to be sorry. i'm happy to listen. just say the word and i'm there."

he starts spending less time at home, and more time with this older guy. he takes the boy to get food, shows him all his old interests, let's him ramble on for hours about one thing or another. and if the boy's father did anything that upset him, he would always be there to listen.

this kid finds himself thinking about him all the time. how wonderful he is, how patient and kind. he wonders what it would ve been like for him to be his dad instead. he thinks about how he smiles at him when he speaks, how handsome he is. he thinks about how whenever they re going out somewhere, he always rests his hand on the nape of the boy's neck. his hands are big and calloused, but so gentle. he wonders why he gets so excited when he touches him. wonders how his hands would feel cupping his chin or petting his hair.

"i wish you were my dad." the boy confesses to him, on a late night drive. he looks down, finds his hand gripping the truck's bench seat. the older man has gone strangely quiet. looking over at him, the boy tilts his head. "what's wrong?" the man feels his knuckles whiten on the steering wheel. "you shouldn't say stuff like that, kiddo." "why not? you might as well already be my dad, you're the one actually looking out for me."

the man pulls over jerkily, stopping in a forgotten, tree lined road. he exhales heavily, hands still clenched. "hey, what's wrong? did i do something?" he's never this quiet. the kid slides closer to him, and hears him inhale sharply, like the older man had just been burned. "are you ok? what did i do? i promise i wont do it again. please, just tell me whats wrong." he lays a hand onto the older man's knee.

suddenly, the man has the boy by the shoulders, gripping him tightly and pushing him away. he gasps, clearly spooked by the roughness of his touch. "i'm sorry, kiddo. you didn't do anything wrong. it's me." his hands loosen their grip ever so slightly, he starts to rub comforting circles up and down the boy's arm. "you can't say stuff like that." the boy tilts his head. "why?"

he had no idea what to say. because i've wanted to fuck you ever since you first cried into my shirt. because the idea of having you as my son gets me so hard i can't think. because i don't know how long i can have you in my car without losing control and taking advantage of you.

"because i..." he stares down into the boy's eyes.

"you just shouldn't." he starts to break away from the touch, but the kid moves to hold his hand, pouting up at him. "but i really do think of you like that. i think of you as my dad." he inhales sharply again, feeling his cock throb in his jeans. he tightens his jaw and his mind strains with the effort of not grabbing the kid and rutting his cock into him through their clothes.

the kid looks up at him, creeping even closer.

"i love you, dad."

the final shred of self control left in the man is shattered into nothing. he grabs the boy by his waist roughly, and puts his other hand in his hair. he brings their lips together in a sloppy, clumsy, hungry kiss. the boy's eyes go wide and his mouth falls open as he lets out a cry of surprise. this only allows the man to slip his tongue into his mouth.

"wait- mmh!" the boy is pulled roughly onto the man's lap, where he can feel the hard cock pressing up into him. the older man finally pulls away from the kiss and holds the boy's head on his shoulder. "fuck- 'm sorry. love you. god, you're such a good kid. fuck."

he's grinding into the boy's pussy, hissing his apologies into his ear. he can feel the boy take fistfuls of his shirt, gasping and shaking. "wait-what are you doing, please-" "shh. it's okay. you're okay. fuck, i'm sorry- just let me-" his hands grab hold of his hips, pushing the kids small body against his, listening to his shocked moans. the boy is too stunned to say anything, to ask what he's doing, why it makes him all wet down there, why it makes him feel so good. "mnh. shit. im sorry, have to have you- doing so good, champ-nnhgh." he feels the boy lift his head to look him in the eyes. tears are dripping down his cheeks, but his face is twisted in pleasure. his cock throbs so hard the kid can feel his pulse through his jeans.

"feels- nnh! it feels- weird, dad. nmh! dad!" he can't stop himself from slamming the boy's hips down onto his cock. "call me dad. fuck. do it again, son. nngh- say i'm your dad." the boy's thighs shake on his lap. "dad. nngh- you're my dad. mngh! ah! dad- please don't stop- hhnm" the kid feels warmth spreading through his body, and pooling in his stomach. the friction and the rubbing and the hands on his hips are all too much. he feels a pressure building, making his cries for dad even louder.

"ah! nmh! dad, m-my- it feels- nngh! oh god, dad. oh god oh god oh god dad." he feels the kids thrust his hips back and forth on dad's cock, chasing that fuzzy warm feeling in his tummy. "ngh- shit. such a good boy. c'mon son- fuck. gonna make me cum. gonna make your dad cum. nnnh, fuck!"

"dad, dad, dad! nnh! my- it's gonna- oh god daddy! daddy!" the boy doesn't know what's happening. his boxers are soaked through and his head is fuzzy and the pressure in his tummy is too much. he grinds his pussy into his dad's lap hard, in a long downward motion, that finally lets the pressure release.

his dad watches as he quivers, cumming on his lap, completely overwhelmed by the shock of his own orgasm. he watches his boy moaning and crying for him, and feeling his orgasm build, he grabs his hips and presses him down onto his cock, thrusting upwards and cumming in his jeans for his little boy.

the kid collapses into him, panting and shaking, occasionally twitching with aftershocks of his orgasm. the man, huffing and sweaty, embraces him, placing soft kisses on his head. they sit like that in his truck for a long few minutes, catching their breath, before his boy looks up at him.

"i love you, dad."

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ravens-bird · 20 hours ago

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Midnight Warmth – Sylus.

Pairing: Sylus x F!Reader

Tags: Established relationship, starts with Sylus' pov but changes to reader pov, fluff, based on Midnight Warmth Tender Moment, slightly suggestive towards the end, kissing, hickeys/marking. Let me know if I missed any!

wc: 2k.

Note: This has been rotating in my mind for ages 😭 Not really Beta'd 🤚

IT WAS A FRIDAY NIGHT.

The week had stretched on endlessly, time dragging its feet as if conspiring against him, and keeping you from him.

Normally, Sylus had little interest in the passage of time.

To him, it had simply passed then – without notice. Quietly.

His world had been perfect before. Perfectly monotonous? Perhaps. But perfect nonetheless.

Until you crashed into his life like chaotic, explosive sunshine – like a splash of colour onto his otherwise monochrome canvas.

Now? He was perfectly content. Happy.

With you in his life now, the way time slipped between his fingers felt significant. Alarming.

He had to fight against his draconic instinct to keep you hidden away, like the most precious treasure in his hoard. He managed — barely.

How dare you barge into his life like this? Stealing his peace of mind, his heart, his very soul?

No one dared to steal from him.

(“He's lying,” Luke would whisper conspiratorially to you. “He got his bike stolen once.”

What?

“And a money tree!” Keiran added helpfully.

What??

“Caw!” Mephisto agreed.)

… That said, Friday Nights were sacred to him.

(He wouldn't be caught dead admitting it, of course. Perhaps he can be coaxed into it, though. Maybe.)

Because Friday Nights often meant you time.

And that was why, despite the dull movie playing in the background, the warmth of your body wrapped around him combined with the peacefulness of the moment was so precious to him.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the ceiling lights, while a comforting scent of cinnamon lingered in the air. With a fuzzy throw blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you nestled against him as you rested your head against his shoulder.

Your legs draped lazily over his lap, while his arm curled securely around you, holding you close. His other rested on your knee, the cool metal of his rings make your skin tingle.

In a haze of drowsiness, you don’t bother paying attention to the TV, instead fixated on the touch of his fingers on your leg as he traced slow, absent-minded circles over your skin.

The sound of his heartbeat – though comforting, chased all remnants of sleep. You sigh, shifting slightly to find a more comfortable position.

Sylus’ fingers flex against your back in response, and a quiet hum rumbles from his chest.

“You’re still awake?” His voice was soft, lazy, laced with affection as he adjusted his hold on you, chuckling when you fidget again. “You’re fussy, kitten.”

The smooth timbre of his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine, and you nestle closer to him, fingers curling in his shirt.

God, he smelled so good.

“Why did you move closer?” His smirk was evident in his tone, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know he was watching you with that teasing glint in his crimson eyes.

He knew you got clingy when sleepy, and yet he liked to point it out as if it were something new each time.

With a huff, you lightly dig your elbow into his side as he sighs, relenting.

“Okay, okay. You’re spoiled rotten, that’s for sure,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the crown of your head as his arms tightened around you further.

Silence settles again, save for the faint hum of voices and music from the movie playing in the background like white-noise, and you shut your eyes breathing him in. You give in to the drowsiness, letting yourself drift off.

But sleep remained elusive.

The steady thumping of his heart – though usually comforting – sounded like drums in your head until sleep abandoned you. After a few moments of futile attempts, you cracked your eyes open, giving up on sleep.

Tilting your head slightly, your gaze traced the faint crease between his brows, the ghost of a smile on his lips, and the dips and sharp curves of his face. Silver hair falls over his forehead, and you reach up to push it away when he grabs your wrist.

He raises an eyebrow questioningly, and you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind.

“I have some ideas for what we could do tomorrow,” you say, pulling your wrist from his grasp. He lets you, and you immediately reach up again, to ruffle his hair – messing it up further.

He captures your wrist again, bringing it down to place it over his heart as his eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment, taking in your smile, before looking away.

“I’ll leave the planning to you.” He says after a beat. “I’ll see what you’re planning first, and then decide whether I’ll come.”

You roll your eyes. Liar. You knew he was going to come no matter what, and yet he liked to pretend otherwise.

Still, he remained quiet as you began listing the things you had been wanting to do with him – some were little plans that had lingered in your mind for some time now, and others just some crazy ideas that you know he would grumble about.

His fingers trail up your shin as he listens, fingers grazing the curve of your knee, the slope of your thighs and back, and the warmth of his hands seeping through your clothes chases away the light chill.

“That’s a lot,” he chuckles softly once you finish, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Can you really do all of that in one day?”

You scoff, and pinch his side lightly in response.

His smirk widens. “You just want to spend time with me,” he says more than asks, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. “You’re a sly one, kitten.”

Before you could fire back a retort, he leans down, brushing his lips against your ear.

“But if you get tired and start complaining halfway through…” his breath fans over your ear, heating the skin. “I won’t accept that.”

Your cheeks burn at the insinuation, and you bite your lip as you turned your head, pulling the blanket tighter around you and over your face in a feeble attempt to escape his knowing gaze.

Your thoughts had taken a decidedly… southward turn, and you knew that he had done it on purpose. That sly crow.

He lets out a quiet laugh, shoulders shaking slightly as he tugs on the fuzzy fabric covering you.

“Don’t hide under the blanket, kitten. I remember everything you said.” His voice was warm honey, and you knew that he could have you anywhere – anyway – he wanted you.

And that you would let him.

But he was also being insufferably smug right now. So, you just grumble, keeping your face turned away. “I’m not hiding. I’m just going to sleep.”

“But your eyes are still open. Can you fall asleep like that?”

You stubbornly refuse to respond, a small pout on your lips as you flop your head back against his shoulder. He exhales in mock exasperation, shifting you both so he could rub a large hand down your back – as if you were a tantrum throwing child whom he had to console.

Your lips thin, but you continue to ignore him.

But when his hand slips higher, fingers threading through your hair in slow, soothing strokes, you sigh, melting into his touch.

After a few more moments, you forget all about sulking.

“Can’t you sleep with me?” you mutter against his shirt.

“Do you even know what time it is? For me the day has just begun.”

Despite his words, he doesn’t budge. Eventually, he concedes. “Since you can’t sleep, I’ll tell you a story. Might be a little boring, by the way.”

You listen quietly as he launches into a tale that he claims he heard from an old man. His voice wove a quiet lullaby, painting vivid imagery of an old, towering castle and a young girl who started living in it. His words flow easily, and you try not to interrupt.

Eventually, the conversation shifts towards nocturnal creatures, until eventually – Sylus’s uncanny resemblance to vampires.

“Pale skin, red eyes, very active during the night…” You trail off, grinning mischievously.

“I do sound like one, when you put it that way.” He shakes his head a little. “What else?”

You sit up now, letting the blanket fall away as you squinted at him.

“Sharp teeth, tendency to bite,” you list, as you poke lightly at the corner of his mouth, before adding, “Bullying people.”

He seems amused. “How does a vampire bully someone exactly?”

You roll your eyes about to retort when he suddenly shifts, pulling you into his lap so you can straddle him, bringing his mouth down to your neck.

“Like this?” He speaks against your throat as your heart flips, hands immediately bracing themselves against the back of the leather couch, though there is no need. Sylus has you firmly in his grasp, and it seems… he won’t be letting go of you anytime soon.

He sniffs your neck lightly, the tip of his nose brushing against sensitive skin as you tense, squirming at the ticklish sensation. “Your scent... I want it.” His voice is low and deep, and his touch is so warm that your mind goes blank of all thoughts except ones of him.

“I’ll just nibble this…” he nips at your throat, and the sharp twinge is instantly met with a warm swipe of his tongue, and your breath hitches. “Is that it?” He asks, still holding you in place. You squirm again, moving your arms to his shoulders, your fingers pressing into his shirt.

He bites again, and you push one hand up to thread your fingers through his silky hair. This time, it stings a lot more – though it has your stomach fluttering.

He leans up to peck your lips softly, before he speaks again. “Answer me.” A small chuckle. “Was I too rough?” Another peck. “Is this what they call bullying?”

You grip his hair as he dips his head again, kissing the spot he’d bitten. “I didn’t do it on purpose. You’re the one who said I look like a vampire.”

The space between you crackled with heat as you shifted closer, pressing against him deliberately, feeling the solid warmth of him against you.

“You weren’t rough enough,” you tease.

His crimson eyes darkened as his hands gripped your hips. “Keep doing that,” he warns, “and you’ll be getting punished.”

Your fingers curl around his collar, tugging. “And what would that be?”

His gaze flickers down to the reddening mark he had left on your neck. “Perhaps I’ll just have to mark you,” he muses, thumb brushing over the bruised skin, “like the girl in the movie.”

Before you could fire back, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. Too quick. Not enough.

You frown frustrated, when his fingers cup your jaw, palm pressing lightly against your throat as he stops you from kissing him.

“Your intention wasn’t to help me sleep, was it?”

“It was,” he replies, though there is no sincerity in his voice. “But now I regret it.” His fingers trailed lower, featherlight. “You’re not sleepy at all. I need to try something else.”

You barely had a moment to react before he effortlessly shifts you off his lap, getting up and scooping you into his arms. You gasp as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“We won’t wake up in time to pick strawberries in the morning, will we?” you muse, arching a brow as he carries you to the bedroom.

He smiles, and the tips of his canines gleam like fangs. “The strawberries aren’t ripe yet, he murmurs, setting you down on the bed before he climbs in, the mattress dipping under his weight. “And,” he adds, voice dark with promises, “I still have to show you the rest of the story.”

And show you, he did.

The last thing you hear is, “You’ll get everything you ever ask for. Just be patient.”

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niiwa-angel · 1 day ago

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Also, because it's a business transaction and not a real relationship, there doesn't need to be any emotional connection. A woman who's only with you because it keeps a roof over her head, food in the fridge, and allows her access to nicer things in life doesn't care if you're a good conversationalist. She doesn't care to tell you about her day, or introduce you to her friends, or drag you along to her hobbies and interests. You don't have to be good at sex, you don't have to care about her needs.

She's beautiful, likely able to socialize and make him look good in front of his friends, family, and co workers. She'll sing praises about how well he takes care of her and fluff his ego. She'll take care of the planning and entertaining when he has people over. She's a social marker, like a horse or a fancy car.

It also gives these men a perfect excuse when the relationship ends. She got too old for his tastes so he needs the new model? Well she wasn't really in love with me, she just wanted the money. He can even frame it like he was totally smitten and she broke his heart. Even if the rest of his friends and family know he's not seeking proper relationships, they likely won't call him on it.

Gold diggers are very convenient for men. Instead of having to actually raise themselves to the standards of women of their social status; being able to carry conversation, be well educated, have proper manners, be presentable to her friends/family/Co workers, care about her hobbies and interests, etc. they can just buy their way out of all that.

i think males actually really love gold diggers. that way you only have to bring in money and material gifts, it’s too easy, very low effort.

buying a generic diamond pendant vs. figuring out your partner’s favourite food and learning how to make it just the way they like. which sounds harder to do?

ones males have the resources, THEY WILL ALWAYS GO FOR "gold diggers." they aren’t spoiling a woman they love, they are trying to put in as little effort as possible.

they also hate when you use them for other things. i used to use dating apps to find me dr*g dealers, financial advisors and other sorts of free labour. males can’t stand when you become a labour digger, like they have been for ages. nothing a male hates more than being treated the way he treats a woman.

4B NOW.

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 3 days ago

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Omg, I read and reread your fitness influencer x chubby cooking influencer like five or six times already! Would you consider writing more parts to it, please?

Omg i would love to, lemme cook for a sec sksksk

CW: chubby fem cooking influencer reader x fitness influencer fave, fluff, smut, mentions of internet trolls being mean, not proofread i am sorry sksksk

So, chubby cooking influencer reader and fitness influencer

A match made in heaven tbh sksksk

But it's very normal at first! Like i said in my original post, reader and fitness influencer (i.e. your fave) just start the relationship with simple conversation

Your likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, you chat about it all on social media!

His instagram has a lot of tagged photos of your recipes that he tries, as well as photos of him at the gym

His youtube is mostly vlogs of his days as an influencer and workouts and all that

He's always very good about tagging you, even if he just mentions your channel in passing, he's tagging you in the description AND comments

And you always thank him in his dms for tagging you

He starts expecting it now, seeing your notification and it brightens his day

He plays it cool tho, always thanking you in return and asking how your day is going

Which of course leads to conversations about other things (what did you do today, what did you eat, what are you up to)

He likes you, he really likes you

But he tries to be suave, just being nice at first, but he's always thinking of you tbh

At the gym, at home, when he's eating, in the shower, in bed 😏

He ends up jerking off to you quite a bit, though he won't admit it, he's too shy for that sksksk

He does ask about the general area you live in and gets excited when he finds out how close you are

Takes a lot of guts but he ends up asking you on a date, offering to pay for a nice meal and a movie if you want

Does a fist bump and jump when you accept sksksk

He dresses nice for your date, opting to wear dress pants and a tight button up shirt to show off his muscles

BUT YOU?? OMG YOU LOOK SO CUTE

You've got on a yellow sundress with flowers and white heels and a sun hat and he is just UGH so obsessed with you

Date goes well. He's happy to see you eating freely and without a care about how he may think, plus you get dessert and you lick cream off your lips and he has to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and calm himself down bc he got a boner 😔

Before the date ends, he asks you if you two can do this again, and you turn bashful

"You really want to hang out with me again??" you ask with big doe eyes

"Of course I do. I wanna date you, Y/N. And fuck you the way you deserve"

....is what he wishes he said sksksk

But instead he just nods, screaming inside bc you are honestly just so precious

You go on a second date, and a third, and a fourth and a fifth and honestly he is getting a little frustrated bc you have not even tried to hold his hand yet

He tried making the first move, but you're always just out of reach, just a little too far away from him to do anything

He agonizes over it a little bit, asking his gym bros what he should do

"Maybe she's just not into you dude"

"Just grab her and kiss her dude"

"I don't know man, i like men, not women"

They're no help tbh sksksk

He just decides to ask you on your next date and figure out why you won't initiate things with him

When he asks you, your eyes go wide and he thinks that if you could blush, your whole body would turn red

"What?! This whole time we've been going on dates?! I thought you just liked food as much as me and wanted to share it!"

He feels like he's gonna bang his head against a wall sksksk

TO BE FAIR! When he asks you out, he always refers to it as "hanging out" so you can't be blamed for getting confused

You decide to sit down with some ice cream and talk about how you both feel

He admits that he's been crushing on you for a while before you met and that he wanted to date you

You shyly admit that you find him very attractive but thought he was out of your league so you never considered that he could have feelings for you he's gonna crack his head open on the pavement omg sksksk

He reassures you that he genuinely likes you and is attracted to you and wants to have a romantic relationship with you

It's hard for you to believe, he's just so handsome and big and strong, is this real life or a dream??

You decide to let him prove it to you with more dates uwu

You start getting closer to him, letting him put his arm around around you, holding your hand

You're very anxious when he tries to kiss you, but once it happens it feels like fireworks are going off in your brain

You really like kissing him, just because he's always so gentle and he's so close and he's warm

You really, really like him 🥺

But don't worry sweet love, he likes you just as much if not more sksksk

He's so obsessed with you it's honestly kind of silly sksksk

He thinks about you all the time! And he wants to be with you all the time! He feels like he's gonna explode every time you show up to a date in a cute outfit!

He wants to make the relationship official and exclusive, so he asks to make a vlog with you

You agree! Not only do you think it would be good traction for your channel, but it would be nice to spend the day with him :)

You both bring your cameras on the day of the vlog!

You start by getting breakfast, showing off your coffees

He gets annoyed that you JUST have a coffee, but you swear it fills you up and he lets it slide as long as you eat a good lunch

Then you go to the gym together! You just hang out on the treadmill while he does his weight lifting

Tbh he's very distracted by your outfit, your leggings make your ass look so fucking good, and he would've been fucked if he didn't have a spotter

Then you go to lunch and you gush about the food and the restaurant and he's infatuated with you 💕

You turn the camera towards him and he's just got a lovesick look on his face

Then you go to a movie and then you go to his apartment for dinner!

You cook dinner together, making a meal that the both of you can enjoy, one that is nutritious AND delicious

You finish the vlog by showing off your finished plates and talking about what a fun day you had :)

You're ready to pack up your stuff and go home, but he asks if you'd like to stay and hang out a bit more

You oblige. You're dating now so it makes sense for yall to spend more time together

You decide to cuddle up and watch a movie, but 20 minutes in, you guys are making out on his couch sksksk

Things get hot and heavy pretty quick, and now his hand is going up your shirt and he's squeezing your waist and you start getting shy 😔

Does he really want you? Is he really interested in you? Is he sure that he wants you and your body?

But then your leg moves and rubs against his crotch and good lordy you can feel his boner 😳

Ok, goodbye insecurities, he's def into you and you're gonna get your man 😏

You go to the bedroom, undress, and oh boy he is enamored by you

Your breasts, your thighs, your BELLY?? You're gorg and he's obsessed

But he's not the only one drooling sksksk has he seen himself lately? He's sculpted like a god, you can't believe you scored a guy like him

AND NOT TO MENTION HIS COCK SKSKSK like that thing is long and thick, you're genuinely wondering if it's gonna fot

The two of you spend a good five minutes just staring at each other and complimenting each others' physiques

Eventually you get to the sex part sksksk but there's a lot of praise along the way

He's so cute the way he kisses down your body and spreads your legs and nuzzles into your mound

He's not too bad at giving head. You have to give him a little direction but he gets the hang of it and makes you cum

You admit that you're a little scared of sucking his dick so he doesn't make you, you just go to the main event

You're not sure if you should let him hit it raw but you're too impatient to let him get a condom, you're on birth control and you need that dick NOW

He slides in very easily, you are unbelievably wet and oh my god, if he doesn't focus then he'll cum so easily

He fits inside you so well, filling you up just right without any pain

It's such a good fit, his cock feels soooooo good inside you

And then he starts thrusting and all bets are off

The sex is so fucking good, oh my GOD

He just keeps hitting your sweet spots and rubbing your clit and oh god you're cumming already

Your cunt squeezes him so deliciously and you're so pretty and cute when you cum and holy fuck the noises you make are just sinful and he needs to slow down bc if he doesnt he's not gonna last long

He makes you cum three times before he pulls out and cums all over your tummy

Thinks you look so cute covered in his cum 🥴

He ends up cleaning you off with his tongue which just makes you needy again and you ask him oh so sweetly if he can fuck you one more time and whoops now his cock is hard again, guess he's gotta fuck you 🤷‍♀️

You guys go at it all night, eventually showering and going to bed around 4am

Of course you sleep over, ain't no way in hell he's letting you leave after all that

You sleep in together and when you wake up he makes you breakfast 🥺💕

He uploads his vlog after editing it the next day, and you upload yours

Your comments are very sweet at first, congratulating you on your new relationship with this other influencer

But then they turn mean :( people start to say that you're not good enough for him, why is he even with you, he should be with this other fitness influencer instead :(

He is pissed. His fans are attacking you on your page 😡

He makes a video the next day and posts it where he explains that he loves you and is happy with you and that until the hate comments stop, he will not be posting on his page

He helps you delete and mute and block and filter comments and users

He's very upset about this entire experience

"I guess you don't want to be with me anymore, huh?" you ask

He's offended and hurt!

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, you saw what they said. Maybe you should be with someone better..."

"What are you talking about? I love you, Y/N. You're perfect for me and I don't want anyone else. Do you just not want to be with me?"

"No! I do! I just... worry that I'm not good enough for you..."

He grabs your hands and makes you look at him

"Y/N, you are perfect to me. I couldn't ask for anyone better. I love you and I want to be with you. Please don't let these trolls dictate your life."

You're still hurt by the comments, but your feelings for him overpower the negative things you're feeling

You keep dating, and as time goes on, you care less and less about the comments that were made about your relationship

You continue with your channel and vlogs with him and enjoy your life

You still get backlash every now and then from obsessed friends, but when that happens, you just turn your computer off and go on about your day

Negativity can really affect your life, but he's always there to cheer you up and fuck you stupid so you forget all those mean comments sksksk

You become the "it" couple in the fitness and cooking communities, everyone thinks you're so so cute together and such a good match, so fuck those online trolls! Your cooking besties and his gym bros love you two together and that's all that matters 💕

I imagine he proposes after a year of dating, not wanting to waste any more time without you

He proposes at your favorite restaurant, but you say no :(

To be fair, your reasons are justified. You guys have rarely had arguments, you haven't gone through many trials in your life, you don't even live together! How can you be sure that he's the one when you haven't truly struggled with him yet?

He understands, although he's diappointed 😔

On the bright side, you suggest moving in to an apartment together once your leases are up! And he's very happy about that :)

You guys adopt some kitty cats after you move in together! You adopt two kittens from the same litter and you love them so so much, they often appear in your vlogs and sometimes you do cat reviews like on cat trees and toys and stuff

He encourages you to go to the gym for health reasons, but he doesn't push it. He just wants you to take care of yourself so you can be around for as long as possible 💕

He's gained a little bit of pudge! He's still strong as hell, but he's got a little layer of fat over some of his muscles like his abs, he's just not as sculpted now

It's bc he can't resist your food sksksk

But you're still very attracted to him so he doesn't care so much

Overall, beautiful love story, match made in heaven 💕

#ask #☀️ asks #smut #chubby reader

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orym-blossoms · 2 days ago

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It's really telling to me that the most interesting relationship dynamic of C3 was Dorian and Orym, who weren't even physically in the same space for half the episodes. They came in with a short shared history, resolved some minor tension between them from that history, then pined for nearly 80 episodes. When they reunited it was obvious they had things they needed to discuss but as time went on they gravitated toward each other and it was clear they wanted each other. And most importantly, at the end of the campaign, when Dorian still has things he needs to do and figure out about himself, they agree to take it one day at a time.

They managed to be so compelling through a handful of Sendings and Orym pining for half of the campaign.

#cr spoilers #dorym #cr discourse

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sparkler-v · 18 hours ago

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With his eyes on the pages, Jay followed after her as she turned through the book. Flipping through passages of thought, insight, and records. Sketches and documentation of rare, forgotten legends and items. Of masks and stones, of temples and sages, of heroes and monsters. A wealth of information collected throughout a lifetime with journal entries scattered throughout them. Blending professionalism with personal thought, making both a research journal and a diary.

A spirit met in a graveyard, one that promised answers Impa had denied concerning strange reoccurring dreams. Torn pages, skipping to day to day entries on living alone outside the desert. Fears of succumbing to the curse that had befallen her. Attempts at carrot farming of all things. Decisions to visit the Devine Beasts, to gather information on each of the Blights. Awkward encounters with people she met on her travels across the land. Saving the life of a Rito who then insisted a debt owed to her. Fear and paranoia slowly chipping away as a hesitant relationship grew into an unusual friendship.

The destruction of her home, and the meeting of Link.

From there nearly every entry included Link in some way as they joined him on his quest. Traveling to Elden where they eventually faced and defeated Fireblight Ganon. Before wandering around Hyrule; visiting places of interest, shrines, and Zora's Domain before turning towards Gerduo Desert to face Thunderblight.

It was after their defeat of Thunderblight that the entries suddenly... stopped... Before starting again several pages later with a shift in tone.

Paragraphs detailing recent events, records of crimes committed against their friends and allies, pages upon pages of research into code. Altering, repairing, and creating new code from scratch in order to connect the world through her crafted Slates and reverse the damage done by Lan and his lackeys'. So much work to be done and so little time with her thoughts among details growing anxious the closer they drew to the next Blood Moon. Until Zelda turned the page to find no sketches or journal entries to be found, but instead a letter. A letter that started simply with...

Dear Jay,

I'm certain you are seeking help if you are reading this. I know you may have avoided this book for reasons of privacy, however knowing the circumstances of what may come following the next Blood Moon. I give you full permission to use whatever is needed while I am gone. Though I pray to Hylia I am wrong in my suspicions, and this note to you is nothing more then a paranoid waste of time. Please let it be a waste of...

If my suspicions are proven true, then a loading error must have occurred in my code following the defeat of Shadowblight. Thankfully this is a simple repair, though you will need Sparkler and/or the Princess' aid to do so. Simply create a backup copy of my memories beginning from the point in which we were awoken into this world. Then reset my code so it may process the error and load properly this time. Hopefully the backup will be unnecessary, however I urge you to create it as a precaution in the event of further errors.

I am aware of Sparkler's aversion to the altering of living being's codes without permission. So allow me to be clear in stating you have my permission to do whatever necessary to restore me to my former state.

Please, do not tarry. I fear what the future may hold at this time, and do not wish to be unable to offer my aid to you or our friends and allies.

Jay... I apologize. I wished to speak in person but, I know you do not wish to speak with me at this time. Please understand that had I known you were in Kakariko Village as well, I never would have left. It tortures me knowing that I did, aware or not. You mean more then... I cannot think of words to describe how meaningful your presence is to me. You have always been better at the social aspect of relationships then me, but you have also always made me want to understand better. To be better then who I used to be. I am who I am today due to you, and I thank you for that. I hope one day you can forgive me.

Irene

Zelda followed close behind Jay, her steps swift, but confident and purposeful.

Back through the town, to the throne room, up the stairs...

Link was long since dead to the world, his boots and equipment having done absolutely nothing to keep him awake on his borrowed bed. No one had even bothered to move Riju's large sand seal plush off the bed, or to make sure he'd gotten under the covers. As he was, he probably wouldn't have been able to wake up if his life depended on it...

Luckily, Twilight was awake enough for the both of them. The moment he heard footsteps on the stairs, he lifted his head from the covers, ears perked and lip twitching softly.

If anyone disturbed the cub, by Ordona's light, he was gonna...!!

#reality of the game #wild champion

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i-dared-myself · 2 days ago

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Not so Subtle

Stray Kids x reader

Requested by anonymous: Hii^^ i love reading your works they are just so good♡ and i was wondering, completely up to you if you want to do it, if you could maybe do a skz ninth member reader one where reader is "secretly" dating felix:))

The hardest part of dating was keeping it a secret. Obviously. As an idol, it was very difficult to have relationships, and anything was done to prevent dating scandals.

Dating a member from your group was even more so hush-hush. It just wasn’t done.

Which was why you had to keep your relationship with Felix a secret. You both understood what had to be done, and all measures were taken to prevent anyone from discovering your relationship.

Date nights were rushed and hidden. It was less of a date night and more of a let’s hide in your room and hold hands night.

That was as far as you had gotten with him. Holding hands. You hadn’t yet kissed, too scared of someone walking in.

You have been dating Felix for three weeks and haven’t kissed him yet. And it’s not like you can go to anyone for dating advice, because who would you go to? What would even you ask them?

So you sit there on a Saturday night, afraid of asking your own boyfriend to hang out. You know he was sitting in his room alone, based on the picture he had just sent you.

It was him in his hoodie, making a heart at the camera. You take a photo, mimicking his pose and sending it.

Then you wander down the hallway, knocking on his door.

He opens it, eyes widening. “Uh- Hey. Seungmin’s out with Jisung. Do you need something?”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “I mean… It would be nice to hang out.”

Felix’s expression shifts to one of understanding, and he opens the door wider for you. You hurry inside and he shuts it quickly behind you.

You grin and hop onto his bed. “What were you doing?”

“Watching a show,” he responds, sitting next to you on the bed. His hands twitch, but he folds them into his lap. “Do you… want to watch it with me?”

You nod eagerly. “Yeah.”

He returns your excitement as he brings his phone out, bringing up the show he had been in the midst of. He explains it to you and you barely listen, more so focused on the joy in his eyes as he describes it.

Felix presses play and leans against the headboard to watch it. You stare at it for a minute before reaching out, entwining your hands together. In your peripheral vision you catch a smile grow on his face.

“Who’s that?” you whisper as a man shows up on screen.

“That’s the love interest,” Felix softly replies, even though there’s no one else in the room.

You watch it for another couple of seconds. “He’s not as pretty as you.”

His face flushes before his hand squeezes yours. “You’re prettier.”

You look up at him, mouth going dry. His gaze is hooded, lashes fluttering.

“Yeah?” You shift closer to him, taking on his freckles. There’s so prominent when you’re this near him.

“So pretty,” Felix murmurs. His head dips down, lips slanting over yours.

It’s everything you’ve dreamed of. Sweet and soft, and just so Felix that it makes your chest hurt. You return it and loop your arms around his neck.

The door bangs open and you fly away from him with a squeak. Felix’s face goes red and he grabs a pillow, smothering you with it for some reason.

“What are you doing?” Jisung stands in the doorway, Seungmin hovering just behind him. Both of their expressions are a mix of surprise and… something else.

“Just… watching a show.” Felix smiles at them, although it comes off as forced.

You let out a muffled scream. He’s still attempting to kill you with the pillow and spots are dancing in your vision.

“Felix!” Seungmin snaps. “She can’t breathe!”

Felix gasps and flings the pillow away. It happens to hit Jisung directly in the face and he dramatically collapses.

“Are you okay?” Felix desperately asks, shaking you by the shoulders.

You force a smile. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Good.” Felix lays you down on the bed, stroking your face affectionately. “I- I would hate to hurt you.”

You melt into his touch, leaning into his hand. “You would never.”

Seungmin coughs, breaking the tension. “Uh, Jisung! I hope you’re not hurt!”

You and Felix both jump away from each other, realizing you’re not alone.

Jisung blinks at Seungmin before his mouth forms an ‘O’ of understanding. You don’t know what passes between them, but Jisung is suddenly groaning.

“Seungmin!” Jisung grabs the other man’s shirt and yanks him close. His fists crinkle the fabric and Seungmin’s face screws up in horror. “I- I’m so glad you were here to save me!”

Seungmin glances at you and Felix, his jaw setting before he reaches down to Jisung’s cheek, cupping it delicately. “I… I’m glad you aren’t hurt.”

Jisung sniffles. “Oh, Seungmin! What would I do without you?”

Seungmin’s lips peel back in disgust before he smoothes his expression out. He looks down at Jisung blandly. “Let’s go and… be alone.”

Felix frowns. “What are you two doing?”

Jisung glances over. “Seungmin’s going to… check me for bruises. You two stay here. We’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

You panic. “Why would we be worried about someone bothering us? There’s nothing happening!”

“Right!” Seungmin hoists Jisung to his feet, forcing him down the hall. “And we’re leaving now!”

Felix shuts his bedroom door and presses his back to it with a relieved sigh. “They didn’t catch on.”

You return to the bed. “Do you think Jisung’s hurt?”

“He’s fine,” Felix assures you. “They were acting weird, though.”

You lace your fingers with his, gently tugging him to the bed. “Yeah, they were. I wonder what that was about.”

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It’s move night. Everyone is gathering in the living room around the television, and popcorn has been made.

The group chat had even voted on a film earlier, so there was no need for an hour of arguing. The evening will go by pleasantly with no troubles or bumps in the road.

You stand uncertainty. You’re not sure where you should sit. There’s an available space next to Felix on the couch… but would that be too obvious?

“Sit down!” Changbin exclaims. He waves his hands at you. “You’re in the way! I can’t see the tv!”

You scoot to the side, moving to settle in the spot near Jeongin on the floor.

Then you stumble over something, sending you tumbling straight into Felix’s lap. His face lights up a bright red and you scramble to get away, but you get tangled up in the blanket.

“Oops,” Minho drawls, dragging his leg back from where it had tripped you. “Well I guess you’re sitting there now.”

You calm your racing heart and try and slip off his lap, but Hyunjin swoops in.

Hyunjin stretches out on the rest of the couch. When you gawk at him, he lifts his gaze to your face, raising a single eyebrow.

“What?” Hyunjin demands. “I pulled my ankle at training today and need the extra space.”

“Just sit down so we can start the movie!” Jeongin groans. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day!”

You recline, allowing his chest to rest against your back. Your entire body is tense with the anticipation of Chanbin leaping up and announcing that the two of you must be dating if you’re this close.

Chan walks over, adjusting the blanket you’re tucked under. He smiles softly at you and Felix before nodding to Jeongin. “Start the movie.”

Jeongin lets out a little cry of excitement as he presses play.

Felix’s hand works its way to your thigh, resting there. He doesn’t move it, keeping it there as a comforting gesture more than anything.

You take his other hand and position it on your leg. You catch a flicker of a smile grow on his face before he squashes it down.

Jisung sighs and turns around, reaching for the blanket. “I’m cold.”

It whooshes away, exposing Felix’s hands. You feel lightheaded as everyone’s eyes narrow in on them.

“I- W-We can explain!” you stammer as Felix yanks away. “I- We-“

Minho gasps and rolls away from Chan. “Stop touching me! I know your hands are cold in this freezing house, but keep them to yourself!”

Hyunjin clears his throat. “You may hold my hands to keep yours warm. It’s what a friend would do.”

“Thank you, Minho.” Chan reluctantly takes Minho’s hand in his.

“That’s what we were doing!” Felix yells. He winces before bringing his voice down a level. “I mean, my hands were cold so I was warming them.”

“Ah.” Seungmin nods. “That makes total sense.”

Jeongin sighs. “Can I unpause it yet?”

“Go ahead.” Jisung sheepishly returns the blanket to you and Felix. You fold it over your bodies and snuggle back into your boyfriend.

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“Okay!” Chan shouts, racing into the kitchen. Everyone else is there, cooking, chatting, or just hanging out. “Who the hell bought a bunch of condoms? Someone forgot to put them away and they ended up in the background for a photo that was posted!”

Everyone stares at him blankly. He stares, gaze intense. His phone is still clutched tightly in his hand and his eyebrows are knitted together.

You feel a drop of sweat roll down your neck.

“Well?” Chan prompts.

Jeongin steps forward, gaze cast downwards shamefully. “I- It was me. I’m sorry.”

“You?” Chan says in surprise. “Really?”

You and Felix exchange confused looks.

Hyunjin also takes a step to the front. “And me. They’re mine too.”

Seungmin crosses his arms. “Oh, I want to hear this story.”

Hyunjin shoots him a filthy expression. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“I disagree,” Changbin interjects. “I think it’s really needed.”

“I uh-“ Jeongin swallows. “I asked him for help on how to open them.”

Chan pinches the bridge of his nose. “You did what?”

“I was always using scissors and would cut a hole in them.” Jeongin’s lips thin grimly. “They’re not very effective that way.”

“Yeah, so I showed him how to open them properly,” Hyunjin says. “So we bought a bunch of them so he could practise.”

Jisung appears as if he’s holding back laughter. Minho also seems to be struggling from beside him.

Chan shifts between legs. “Okay then. Uh, dismissed.”

You and Felix both discretely slip away to panic with each other. It’s a miracle Hyunjin and Jeongin had also owned condoms.

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The difficult thing about members dating is when everyone else knows.

They have the decency to pretend that they don’t, though. It’s so hard when you and Felix are so obvious, however.

Chan sighs and rubs at his face. “I can’t do this much longer. When are they going to just come out with it?”

Changbin shrugs. “I have no idea. It feels like it’s been going on forever.”

“I even made up that whole condom story to try and get them to confess,” Chan mournfully confesses. “But nothing.

Seungmin scoffs. “I had to go off to private with Jisung. They probably think we made out or something.”

“I had to get all soft and hold his hand.” Minho points at Chan. “In front of everyone. You don’t have it that bad.”

“I had to take the blow for the condoms!” Hyunjin shrieks.

Jeongin puffs his chest out. “So did I! I say we just tell them that we know.”

Jisung shakes his head. “No! If they haven’t told us yet, it’s probably for a reason!”

“Like what? They know that we’re not worried about proper image. Besides, we can keep a secret.” Seungmin pulls out his ohone and scrolls mindlessly.

“Guys?” You hover unsurely in the doorway, Felix right behind you. “We have something to tell you.”

“Thank goodness,” Jeongin mutters quietly. Seungmin laughs silently beside him.

Felix places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving you the courage you need.

“We’re dating.” You suck in a breath as you wait for their reactions.

Minho purses his lips. “What? Oh, the scandal,” he drones, voice flat.

Felix weaves his fingers through yours and pulls you flush to his side. “It’s true. We’ve been dating for almost two months now. We’re happy and really like each other.”

Chan stands, expression serious. “We have something to confess too.”

“Yeah?” you anxiously ask.

“We’ve known the whole time,” Chan admits.

“The entire time,” Hyunjin agrees. “Like, we knew the day that you became a couple. You both had those stupid smiles on your faces.”

You let out a heavy breath. “Okay, great. Good to know.”

Felix furrows his brow. “The whole time, really?”

“Really.” Changbin pats his arm as he walks by, uninterested in the conversation.

Seungmin trails after him, scowling. “Now shut up when you giggle over your shows together. It’s annoying.”

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#stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #felix x reader #skz ninth member #They’re not subtle at all guys I’m sorry if that’s a spoiler

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shappoxs · 2 days ago

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You guys just can't acknowledge the actual reasons people dislike TimBer and exaggerate or cherry-pick specific obviously stupid arguments.

I'll start by saying, ship what you want. There's nothing inherently immoral about TimBer. I make jokes, but I'm definitely not "Anti-Timber," but it gets to a point where you guys are just going-

Most TimBer "haters" are not these caricatures you guys like to paint us as. There are genuine reasons to dislike the ship.

1. It's genuinely bad for both characters. Queer men are allowed to have flaws, too! Yet they've stripped both Tim and Bernard of all of them and brushed any past mistakes under the rug.

Tim and Bernard were not good friends before 2020, and instead of giving them an interesting character arc, the writers just retconned all that and are trying to convince us they were besties.

2. Having Tim and Stephsplit up off-panel is already a disservice to a decades old relationship and Steph as a character. Especially because almost immediately her next appearance is as an accessory to TimBer, to tell the audience, "Actually, you should like them because she would want you to." When that's bullshit!

I'm not saying she should be jealous, but she has every right to be upset at Tim. The fact they did the exact same thing to Ariana, another one of Tim's exes who he hurt, turning her into a one-dimensional TimBer fangirl, feels very misogynistic.

They don't have to be jealous, but don't minimise them, and allow them to have reasonable reactions.

3. The way TimBer was handled feels more biphobic than the average fan reaction. This may be a personal interpretation, but so many moments feels like they're trying to belittle Tim's past relationships with women because he's with a man now. Which pisses me off. TimBer's chemistry comes from us being told about it, but I'm supposed to believe it was more meaningful than what he had with Steph?

I want to see my bisexual characters BE bisexual in ways that aren't stereotypical, but there are ways they could've done that without throwing Steph into a trash bin. As a TimKon shipper, I would be just as pissed if this same scenario played out with Kon instead of Bernard.

Honestly, I don't even want TimKon OR TimSteph if that's how the writers treat these characters. Let them bastardise Tim and Bernard just leave Kon and Steph out of this 😭

4. Most of the "he should cheat" takes are jokes or coming from people who haven't actually read the comics/comic where he actually cheats. Tim only cheated once iirc, but there is still valid criticism to be made about how flawless he's written now that he's with a man.

TimSteph's greatest strength is that we get to see them be a real teenage couple, they both make mistakes but it's watching them grow from them that matters most.

5. I'm fine with platonic TimSteph, but they clearly don't actually value their friendship. I'm also bisexual and grew up a Tim Drake fan, I am the last person who'd want his bisexuality to be erased, but I'd rather them actually do it justice than shrug my shoulders and slurp up any slop they feed us because it's gay.

Finally, I'm sorry if any of this came off as mean. I always try to be respectful even when I'm making jokes or disagreeing with someone, but I'm not perfect. Know that this is a critique of the ship and certain writing choices, not people who just innocently like TimBer.

The mental gymnastics people do to hate timber should be studied under a microscope.

The fuck you mean he is bad bisexual rep because he is dating a man… and how does that makes him gay???? Have you ever talked to a bisexual person???

“Oh it makes less of his past relationships” how?? How?!? Is he not allowed to be infatuated with his current partner? Should he continue pining after his past relationships even tho he is dating someone else???

#i need to make more positive posts #hate post #not really

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aettuddae · 2 days ago

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business matter — chapter 141.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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[warning: smut 🧍]

serim and jimin got into the car, the latter slamming the door and with an expression that denoted annoyance everywhere you looked. she was quiet, but grumbled with intentions of letting the other woman notice her discomfort. she grabbed the seat belt and tugged at it with annoyance as she put it on.

"jimin, can you stop trying to wreck my car?" finally spoke serim with a kind tone. "i know you're mad about yeeun-"

"i'm not mad about yeeun." she interrupted, her attitude cold. "in fact, i couldn't care less about yeeun."

"baby." the older one leaned down to put her hand on her thigh, stroking her skin with her thumb trying to soothe her.

"don't 'baby' me." she interrupted her before she could say anything else, mimicking the way she called her.

"okay." she watched her tenderly and patiently. "jimin." she called her again.

"what, namu? what?" she asked frustrated.

"i don't feel anything for yeeun." she clarified.

"i'm not interested." she pushed the girl's hand away from her leg, her eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"clearly you're interested because otherwise, you wouldn't be like this." she reasoned, moving the hand she had pushed up to the back of her neck, squeezing her fingers gently as if she were massaging her.

"i'm not like this because of you." she didn't even look at her and her sentences came out forcefully, the way you speak when every word is laced with anger.

"then what's bothering you?" she raised her tone to a sharper one speaking ironically because she didn't believe her. "tell me so we can work it out." she looked at her amused knowing that no excuse would be good enough.

"can you leave me alone and drive?" she pointed to the steering wheel and then brought her hands to her face to rub it wearily.

"fine." she put on her seat belt. "i'll take you home." she wanted to play with her until she admitted the reason for her discomfort.

"to my place?" that wasn't what they had agreed on.

"you're mad at me." she explained simply, a calmness that was beginning to eat away at karina's insides. "i don't think you want to stay with me in this state."

"the plan was to sleep together." she watched her in bewilderment.

"jimin." she started the car. "not like this." she shook her head.

"turn off the car." she ordered, but the older girl ignored her because she thought she was being dramatic. "namu, turn off the car." she reiterated in an exclamation.

"are you going to calm down?" she obeyed and turned the key to the opposite side. "or are you going to continue with that attitude?" she glared at her, her eyes already beginning to expose the exhaustion this situation was generating in her.

"how can i not be angry?" she said reluctantly. "you bring me to a place where your ex-girlfriend is and i have to watch her rub up against you all night." she brought her gaze forward, staring at the parking lot wall as she let out a deep sigh. "it was our first event as a couple." she mentioned, disappointment in her voice. "or as whatever we are."

"baby." she gave her cheek a caress. "i didn't know yeeun would be here." she justified. "but the moment i saw her i told her i was with you." she assured. "yes, she was drunk and too fond of me-"

"don't remind me." she rubbed her temple pressing a little hard against the jadedness.

"but i kept pushing her away and reminding her that i was with you." she added softly trying to show her that there was nothing to worry about. "i haven't felt anything for her for years." she made it clear again. "no approach from her made me feel anything, i love you." she took her hand gently and lifted it to leave a kiss on the back of it.

"i know." she sighed. "you don't need to tell me, i already know." she redirected the hand serim was holding to rest her palm on her leg. "but i just hate seeing you around other girls." she confessed laden with row. "and yeeun is your ex-girlfriend." she squeezed the older girl's thigh as a result of her annoyance. "she's already hugged you, kissed you, seen you naked." she bit her lip, her eyebrows still a sign of her emotions.

"but it hasn't been that way for a long time now." she let her touch fall on the hand the contrarian held over her. "and now i want you to do those things." she leaned in to leave a kiss on her cheek.

"it drove me crazy all night." she commented, now speaking as she had a pout on her lips. "but the worst moment was when she sat on your lap." she reminded overwhelmed. "i'm going to sound crazy, but i fantasized about pulling her off you by the hair." she laughed wickedly.

"you are crazy, my love." she confirmed, laughing with her, a little terrified. "and delusional." she added. "with those little hands of yours do you think you could hurt anyone?" she pointed to said parts of her body, laughing even more at the idea.

"they're the hands i touch myself with when i think of you." she let out with complete seriousness, her eyes locked on serim's as if she was expectant of her reaction. "i have no problem with them for that."

"jimin, what?" her breathing had stopped in her throat due to the unsettled she had been at what the opposite had said, she turned a little back to her seat so she could see her face well waiting in case she started to laugh and prove it's a joke, but she was serene. "do you touch yourself thinking about me?" she resumed, she didn't know what to say.

"namu." her touch on her thigh began to rise leisurely. "you are mine, you know that, don't you?" her gaze was penetrating, the kind where you feel that the other is really seeing you, that they want to tell you something with their eyes.

"of course i know." in her orbs you could see the anticipation of what was about to happen.

"only mine." she stated, causing the oldest to slowly nod her head. "let's get it straight."

karina ran down what was left of untouched leg until she reached as high up as she could, to the point where serim's leg ended, her crotch covered by her clothing. she gave her a blank stare, as if asking for permission, and while their eyes were silently connected, she lifted her fingers a little being able to brush her fingertips over the area she really wanted to get to.

"jimin." she cocked her head as if warning her of possible danger, but the younger girl didn't care.

"namu." she replied defiantly.

the blackhaired girl turned back to her seat to quickly detach her seatbelt which had had no use as the car had not moved, turned to her partner and leaning on the steering wheel of the idle car propelled herself, rising from her seat and swinging her leg over the girl so as to sit on her lap. she moved back a little until her back was pressed against the wheel and she was over the girl's knees, leaving a small space between them where her hand conveniently fit perfectly. wordlessly, under the watchful eye of a serim who was still trying to process what was happening, she darted to one of the sides looking for the lever that tilted the driver's seat back, pulling it slightly once she found it, causing the chair to recline and thus finally pouncing on jang to capture her lips.

the kiss was desperate, frantic, charged with need and anger. jimin was angry, as her lips intertwined with her girl's, the image of her ex touching her, climbing on top of her, seeking her kisses ate her, burned her. she wanted serim to get things clear, to determine what kind of person she was and how she would react if something like this happened again, that she didn't like it, that she was hers.

serim was out of place, she hadn't had that kind of contact with jimin in a while and at that moment she wasn't expecting it at all, leaning back against the backrest she clasped her hands around the younger girl's waist, holding her tightly to keep her in the position she was in. she gave in to the kiss with pleasure, she would never object to kissing the woman she loved, not even in a public parking lot.

they both ate each other's mouths fiercely, quickly, the kind of desperation that desire brings. jimin's tongue gave a small lick to serim's lower lip asking her permission to enter, to which the contrary granted her the act thus initiating a battle for dominance between the two. the younger woman's hands began to wander from her partner's jaw heading down, past her shoulders and down her arms, taking her hands as she reached them and positioning them on her thighs, because she knew she liked them. after taking her woman's touch to her legs, she brought her palms to her chest to begin to feel her torso patiently moving slowly down to her abdomen where she paused for a second to touch. she continued her way down to the edge of her pants, holding them between her fingertips, moving them tantalizingly as a smile tugged against serim's mouth.

"what are you planning, baby?" serim broke off slightly to ask in a whisper.

jimin just bit her lower lip as she smiled.

she connected her lips with the girl's again, but this time slowly, calmly, a caress between their mouths, but the kind of caresses you give to skin when you have nothing covering it, the intimate kind that no one is allowed to see. she held the edge of serim's pants securely so she could grab the button and pull it loose, causing serim to gasp for air through her nose. the blackhaired grabbed the zipper and started to slowly pull it down giving her room so she could slip in.

she pulled serim's pants down as far as she could and gradually slipped her hand into her underwear, deep down, until she reached her lower lips. she gave a gentle caress as they kissed each other slowly. as she felt the touch on her core serim couldn't resist the urge to dig her nails into the skin of jimin's bare legs who was wearing a dress.

she subtly moved up and down her fingers without putting them in yet, drawing low sighs from serim's lips, who struggled to concentrate on the kiss when in reality she wanted to fully feel the hand exploring her intimacy.

jimin cut the kiss short to stare into serim's eyes as she parted her lower lips with her fingertips to enter a finger that would then wander along the expanse of serim's pussy, doing it once, a second and a third time. serim wasn't the type to moan, so heavy sighs escaped her lips each time the girl played with her as she did.

although she couldn't hold back a soft whimper when karina started to make circles on her clit. at a slow pace, as if she wanted to torture her, she seemed not to remember that it was all happening in a public space and that if she didn't hurry they could get caught. but serim wouldn't stop her even being aware of that. she couldn't. it felt good, how could it not feel good. the girl she loved had her fingers in her pants.

jimin added one more finger and rubbed the girl's center with them, making little circles that had the oldest moving her waists against her hand slyly.

even for lovemaking she didn't like to give jimin the upper hand, but she was enjoying it.

the younger one probed the area again covering it with her fingers so she could reach the hole that begged for her, with the tip of her index finger teasing and playing with it, barely dipping it, barely leaving the surface. it was so wet and wanting that jimin couldn't help the feeling of fulfillment. she loved remembering the power she had over serim, how much she loved and needed her.

"jimin." muttered jang, as if she was nagging at her.

"don't call me jimin." she teased, a pout on her lips.

"my love." she corrected.

"what do you need, my namu?" her hand kept circling her entrance without giving in yet. she loved playing with her.

"put them in." she demanded, her gaze serious, her eyes slightly squinted.

"what do you need, my namu?" she cocked her head to the side feigning confusion.

serim sat up, her legs as wide as they could be with jimin on her knees, giving her room to do whatever she wanted, she raised her hand quickly and grabbed the girl by the hair to pull it, causing her head to throw back a bit, the act was a bit brutish, but serim knew yu wouldn't mind and confirmed it with the moan that escaped the girl's lips. "stop fucking around and finger me, my love." she reiterated in a sarcastic tone.

jimin could try all she wanted to have control over serim, but deep down she knew she was a sucker for her, that as much as she enjoyed fighting her and taking things out on her, she lived to do whatever she asked of her. because she loved her, loved her in ways she didn't understand, and wanted to give her all of herself.

but she was still angry, she still saw yeeun every time she closed her eyes and jealousy was the only feeling almost as strong as all the love she felt for serim, forcing her to remember whose woman she was and why no one else could touch her. she regained her composure and made enough strength to straighten her head again, causing serim to let go of her hair and before her palm could begin to slide down her back, karina had already pushed her back against the backrest and succumbed to her desires.

she inserted a finger into her clenching hole, everything else she had done calmly, but now she had no patience, taking advantage of the dripping fluids to insert it cleanly all the way in.

serim closed her eyes and arched her back a little at the intruder in her body, opening her mouth without a sound, but all her body language was enough to know that she had given her a wave of pleasure that crashed against her whole body. at a not so fast pace, jimin began to move it outward and inward.

"i told you my fingers work wonders." she said as she moved into the girl's pussy, gentle thrusts at a steady pace. they weren't serim's fine, veiny, long-fingered hands, which just thinking about them already felt like her own pussy was dripping, but they were giving her the pleasure she wanted.

"you're so full of yourself." replied the oldest laughing, but interrupting herself with the gasping breath she couldn't hold as she was being fucked by jimin.

karina added a second finger, feeling serim's walls contract around these, wanting to trap them so she wouldn't come out of her until she came in them. serim bit her lip as her hips pushed against the opposite hand in search of more contact in a way she could no longer disguise.

"baby." she let out with the air that escaped her at the thrusts from the youngest, her pussy throbbed at the situation, the touches that were now firm and more continuous, the way jimin was playing with her entrance with her fingers that were making her see lights while her eyes were kept closed to enjoy the world of sensations she was feeling.

still lost in the touch of the younger one, serim had the strength to detach her claws from her girl's legs and moved her caresses up them until she reached the edge of her dress, she wanted to lift it, but with her free hand jimin stopped her, pushing them away.

"let me please you." jang pleaded with her gaze locked on her thighs.

"this is about you." she threw her body forward coming within inches of her lips. "do you want to please me?" she left a chaste kiss on her mouth. "choke me." she ordered.

and serim didn't need to be told twice, she took advantage of the closeness between their bodies to raise her arm and capture karina's neck between her fingers, squeezing hard, biting with intensity as she watched her eyes roll back as she felt the contact. for a moment she even felt her thrusts stop as she succumbed to the lust she felt at being deprived of air by those hands she fantasized about when she was alone, but quickly and under her girl's oxygen restriction, she resumed the movement, now not only moving frantically inside the older woman but also rubbing her palm against her clit, exerting pressure on it with each lunge.

serim had two fingers stretching her hole as they fastly pushed in, apart from feeling the stimulation in her center, her head was on either side, blinded by passion and pleasure, as she tried to remember to keep the strength on the younger's neck. jimin's fingers slid as far in as they would go and slid out and back in as fast as they could.

serim let go of karina's neck making the girl whine, but quickly shut her up by slipping the same amount of fingers that were fucking her pussy, but inside her mouth, to which the blackhaired had no more complaints as she started licking and sucking them without thinking about it much.

but nothing could distract her from her work inside her girl's underwear, her fingers went back and forth inside her while serim no longer controlled her hips that begged for release, pushing against her hand, fucking herself against it, her breathing agitated and some low, almost inaudible whimpers were coming from her lips.

jimin could feel her fingers being squeezed inside the girl whose pussy pulsed uncontrollably and she knew she wouldn't last much longer so she increased the speed of her thrusts as much as she could helping her reach orgasm.

serim's ears suddenly heard nothing anymore and her hand that was still in jimin's mouth suddenly fell out of it. her back that had arched fully during her climax became discontracted, her eyes remained closed and her mouth went from biting tensely due to the desperation she had felt to cum to being slightly open to catch her breath.

she had to stop smoking.

jimin was also agitated and took that moment to relax and breathe, while looking tenderly at her partner. she carefully pulled her hand out, causing a startle in serim as she removed her fingers from inside her and immediately brought them to her mouth to clean them with her tongue. act that serim opened her eyes to watch attentively.

"if you keep doing that i'll be the one who will have to fuck you." spoke the oldest lost in the way both digits went in and out of karina's lips.

"then let's go home so you can fuck me." she replied simply.

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meanbossart · 3 days ago

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Ask Compilation: Gorp, Questionable Child Rearing, Progressive elves and some campaign lore!

As always, I apologize if your ask isn't here/ hasn't been replied to, it is unfortunately impossible for me to answer to every question I get to the extend I would like to. Occasionally I also just don't have a very interesting answer to offer 😅 and I try to avoid spamming people's feeds! But thank you so much to everyone who interacts with my stories, characters, art, and is curious about my thought process and writing! The response is frankly just as overwhelming as it is deeply appreciated, and every word of encouragement or message about how I inspired you to draw or write more of your own stories makes my day.

DU drow and Gortash had what I would describe as a "Toxic Friendship". They got along well enough, had little friend dinner-dates, drank together, superficially shared their woes in ways that benefited no one, and DU drow ultimately had a great deal of respect for Gortash - except you would have never known that by the way he treated him.

DU drow belittled, harassed, and even destroyed Gortash's property on whim alone. Every compliment was back-handed and every display of friendship was somehow sarcastic. Gortash let everything slide right off his back for reasons I like leaving obscured. Here's a particularly intense write-up I did about their relationship a long time ago that still stands. I think it serves really well to illustrate how intense DU drow could still be about his friendships.

PFFTT, I don't know why that would be a female-child only thing, but maybe that's just a colloquialism?

DU drow actually talks pretty similarly to children as he does to adults! He just doesn't set the same expectations on them. Children don't ask stupid questions because the world is still new to them, nor do their respond reasonably to everything, they also don't understand some big words or complex ideas depending on how you present it to them - he understands this and adjusts accordingly. But otherwise his tone would be the same, even with his his own child. He's that guy who's good with kids on the basis of treating them as to-be adults rather than.. Well, just a child.

The Astarion assessment is fair, LOL.

[MORE UNDER THE CUT]

(Surface) elven kind strikes me as fairly gender-indifferent overall! And while I enjoy theorizing about how their culture has shifted over the years from exposure to "urban life", for both better and worse, I like to think this is an aspect that has remained mostly unchanged, even for elves who may have had a really mixed-up upbringing from living in a city as diverse as Baldur's Gate.

I believe Astarion (and by extension Shadowheart and DU drow) are fully aware that they read as their respective genders and that for other races, such as humans, that means something; but for them that is a different custom that doesn't really apply outside of pronouns and reproductive expectations. So, I actually believe that Astarion would be pretty indifferent to life as a woman save for occasionally missing having a dick for the obvious reasons (only to then shift back and lament the opposite, probably).

ALL THE TIME!

But I know that you meant to ask if I will ever draw it.

VERY LIKELY THAT I WILL.

As a side note, thank you for showing interest and excitement for male-on-male sex that isn't just anal, LOL.

CW for the obvious, though nothing too descriptive or awful.

I understand if people disagree as a knee-jerk reaction, but I would say that Astarion's character demonstrates a shocking amount of self-control and emotional regulation. I went into this more in detail in an older post, but basically: the guy always brings himself down from his own outbursts, is exceptionally good at reading the room, is extremely forgiving and pragmatic, and knows when to send the jokes outside and respond to vulnerability in kind. I stand by this as more than a headcanon; it's in his actual writing and dialogue.

All that to say, I don't think Astarion would ever lay a violent hand on his own children. I also don't HC him as having endured corporal punishment as a child, hence not really having that instilled in his mind as a possible example to draw from.

I could see DU drow implementing physical punishments that he doesn't consider to be actually painful, like pulling, pinching, or squeezing a child while you reprehend them; things a parent might do because they think it's harmless. Astarion would probably be the one to say he's not really achieving anything - so it would likely be short-lived.

I DO think they would both be okay with setting up their children to pretty arduous physical labor, though, both as punishment and just in general to toughen them up. You could argue there's a way to do this that is reasonable, but they would prooobably push that line into dubious territory.

Buddy, WHO said low fat, what do you think the meat and taters that he's eating is swimming in!

But back to your question, he can enjoy a sweet treat every once in a while! He just far, far prefers savory. Personally, I think the guy would go crazy for a panettone. Or a big sugar-powdered crepe with some berries.

I kind of flew through the Circus in DU drow's playthrough because I was SO excited to get to Baldur's gate. They were only there long enough for DU drow to make Astarion mildly pissed off during the dryad's weird love quiz.

I also somehow missed Lucretious and never got the Dribbles quest - probably for the best.

Becoming a big ol' squid seems like a deal-breaker for his character in-game - so, same thing applies here. He'd let him down gently but potentially want a friendship for as long as DU drow is still himself.

... Buuuut it would never come to that; DU drow would most likely end his life pretty swiftly if he were to turn into a mindflayer, so Astarion wouldn't have much to worry about 😬

Alas, she pretty much never crosses his mind since he has no recollection of the type of relationship they had prior to DU drow's amnesia.

Or at least she won't as long as nothing weird ever happens that potentially jogs his memory 😇

Hello! I also love the escorts, but due to both DU Drow's and Astarion's respective attitudes towards drow and that kind of activity they didn't really hire his services. I do like to think him and his sister had a lot to gossip about as soon as they turned their backs, though, LOL.

#ask compilation #du drow lore #du drow and astarion

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dellamortethelesser · 2 days ago

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The Wigmaker Job

Notes and Thoughts - Part 1

pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4

This quickly grew out of hand so this is only covering the first scene lol. This is my attempt to organize my thoughts nearly line-by-line as I go through and analyze the relationship between Lucanis and Illario. These are my personal opinions and I'm open to discussion about any points I present here.

From the first time we are introduced to Illario from Lucanis's perspective, it is… almost derogatory? (dressed how an Antivan would think a Vint would dress). i thought you trusted him to handle this job at a party?

"it's a job" / "a party at a job" / "any excuse to primp" ← This back and forth feels natural between siblings (or those who have a sibling relationship) but with wider context feels… a little icky

Already, Illario is disparaging himself in relation to Lucanis ("Only 'the Great Lucanis Dellamorte' could refuse a summons from the First Talon") and even he says he's only here because Lucanis asked him to be. why bring him if you ostensibly don't trust him to handle the job? Lucanis's inner pov is different from how he speaks to and acts with Illario.

of course Illario is generally thick-skinned until it comes to Caterina. so are you. she's abused you both and treats Illario undoubtedly worse because he's not the favorite.

re: Caterina's abuse as listed. no food or water. beat them with her cane until their backs were scarred for 'letting their guard down' or 'fumbling footwork'. Lucanis says she "beat into him his commitment to his contracts" (re: veilguard banter where he didn't kill that 14 year old. lying? or proof of further favoritism?)

"For years, he'd hated her…" and then goes on to say that he'd learned that her cruelty was her way of ensuring their survival. Notably this isn't forgiveness but an acknowledgment of what she'd done and how it benefited them as assassins, which I would argue that it did. Child abuse is bad but I think she did prepare them both for the world they were being raised into as assassins.

"Beneath the bitterness in Illario's tone was something rotten." ← KEY LINE TO ME. Why point out how rotten it is unless he… already suspected Illario's resentment? Jealousy? He can identify the bitterness bc Caterina won't step aside, but also. ROTTEN.

"your time will come" / "will it?" ← Lucanis watching Illario watch him in the mirror. Really interesting moment because this is where Illario reminds him that Lucanis is the favorite. Lucanis goes on to say that he KNOWS this and has HEARD the rumors and still tries to assure Illario that his time would come.

"So, if she named you heir to House Dellamorte, you'd refuse?" ← really interesting thing to note here is that Illario is asking about being named as HEIR. Lucanis doesn't answer, they're interrupted, but "heir" doesn't hold the same weight as 'first talon".

they're not arguing who gets the role, they're arguing over who is even in line for it? so you mean to tell me that Caterina has been stringing them along like this… the whole time? Just name a fucking heir for fucks sake. the older one at least! if this was set up from childhood there would be way less room for jealousy and competition, or it would at least be clear WHO would be in line.. that being said I do believe she either did this on purpose. There's just no other excuse. Caterina what if you died the next day. they'd still have to fucking fight it out! (or maybe Lucanis would finally feel brave enough to absolve himself).

maybe that's it though? it's a test right? this whole fucking thing…. man.

"Illario's pretty-boy mask slipped as a coldness flooded his features." ← would have loved to see more of this in Veilguard. Regardless of whether you think Illario's writing is consistent between the books and the game, you're kidding yourself if you tell me he wasn't written operatically obvious in Veilguard. here there is more of a level of calculation and concealment? unless you want me to believe that his behavior was obvious to everyone except Lucanis… not discounting that reading of their relationship, just disagreeing with it personally.

Skipping ahead in to the fight scene, we see that Lucanis is living up to his name as the Mage-Killer as he pretty handily dispatches their assailant. Illario takes on more of the charmer role, tying up the mage—but then Lucanis immediately kills him. Why even let Illario do all of that work if you're just going to kill him?!

He even comments on it. "If I'd known you were just going to kill him, I wouldn't've put so much effort into the knots." ← Lucanis tells him after this to check his pockets and finds a note that does, admittedly, reveal the Venatori allegiance. That being said… you still could've killed him and got the same note. Unless it was just because he was a mage? But he was already dazed at that point. Why waste the time?! It's so maddening. This is the first of many instances where Lucanis sort of… bulldozes over Illario.

As Lucanis is removing the blade—"Careful, remember the tanner job? You ruined my best shirt." Kind of prissy behavior (Illario takes two steps back away from the blood), but when his cousin protests, Lucanis just… smirks and continues to extract the blade. If I'm reading this generously it could be simple sibling-esque banter, but Lucanis is not the sort to be readily endearing himself to Illario at any point.

Illario remarks that the Venatori's fanaticism re: nationalism and theology regarding the Black City isn't "worth it" (so he doesn't like the Venatori much either, mark that down?).

Lucanis says that it's because Illario isn't "a true believer—except when it comes to coin". My first thought is to think of Zara Renata's corpse conversation in Veilguard when she remarks that what Illario wanted, he wanted more than power, family, coin, etc etc.

So Lucanis's perception is that Illario is the sort of man who'd do anything for money (as the House of Crows is KNOWN TO DO, YOU KILL PEOPLE. FOR MONEY), and it matches up with his opinions previously established in regards to Illario's dress, motivations, mannerisms, etc. That Illario is… kind of a pretty-boy charmer who is only worried about coin and good clothes.

Hm. All bodes well on the Cain & Abel front.

RE: the true believer statement. Worth pointing out that the House of Crows was first established by Andrastian monks in the hills outside of Treviso; they assassinated a duke. Would love to have learned more as to whether there was more religious influences in the guild at any point.

Quotes are either paraphrased or taken directly from The Wigmaker Job, written by Courtney Woods.

#dragon age #the wigmaker job #dragon age analysis #illario dellamorte #lucanis dellamorte #caterina dellamorte #my analysis #antivan crows #house dellamorte (meta)#long post #tevinter nights

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auroraapple22 · 2 hours ago

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I was a teenage girl that often "dated" men in their mid twenties when I was 14, 15, 16. I always told myself that I chose to be in those relationships and that "I was so mature" and therefore it wasn't creepy.

Fast forward to when I'm a grown adult woman in her mid twenties viewing 14, 15, 16 year old boys. Just passing them at random in my daily life. And it strikes me suddenly like a ton of bricks, wow those boys look so young. And it is so obvious to me that they are children. Their mannerisms, their voices. Everything about it screams child. And even the most "attractive" teenage boy couldn't get a sexual idea out of me because it would still be apparent that they are a child.

And it wasn't until I was in my mid twenties, having that realization, that I realized how immature I was then and how obvious it must have been to those men just how young I was. That every time they said, "wow you're only 15? I would've guessed 21, you're so mature for your age" they were not only lying, but grooming me as well. I would obviously "choose" the interest of the cool older guy because it was approval from an adult that I desperately craved and the fact that I "chose" to have sex with them because I believed we had something special and were in love just speaks to how young and immature I truly was.

Listen, in my mid twenties, I was the definition of a "loser." Unemployed, addicted to shooting up heroin, homeless and a thief. And even so, I still wouldn't consider raping a teenage boy. No matter how much he says that he likes me.

related to my point yesterday, i hate all those "he's just a loser" -isms. i'm pretty sure we've all seen it before. you point out a guy in his 20s is a predatory creep for dating teenage girls, he's taking advantage of them because they don't know better. someone tries to almost defend it like "yeah it's gross, but predatory? he's just dating them because he feels like he can't get anyone else. maybe it's because he's immature. he's not a creep, he's just a loser."

no, no. that's the exact same thing but flipped on it's head to make you feel sorry for the guy. no grown adult dates a teenager without being intimately aware of what they're doing. on the infinitesimal chance he doesn't, you still shouldn't take that accountability away from him, because the end result is the same: he's taking advantage of teenage girls, regardless of (dubious) intention.

see also: "that's not a man, that's a BOY! real men don't do XYZ"

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morgana-larkin · 3 days ago

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Alright, here’s the arrival of part 3 of “Just Tired”. I’m so glad that there’s been so much interest in this series! I’m wanting to make this series as realistic as possible for someone going through it as I still struggle with the trauma for when I went through it, even though I escaped him at the end of 2021. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I was listening to Angel Eyes by ABBA as it seemed fitting lol. Would have posted this earlier but I was watching the chiefs get their asses handed to them. Go Birds! 🦅

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Just Tired -Part 3

Warnings: Manipulation relationship, small masturbation part, Melissa going through some confusion

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You awake at 5am to your alarm going off and you shut it off before you get ready. You hop in the shower and in there you can’t help your mind drift to Melissa and how beautiful she looks, even when she was downright ignoring you.

“Stop it, mind! She’s married.” You remind yourself. But that doesn’t stop your hand from wandering down to your clit and start circling it.

You lean against the shower wall and close your eyes as you picture Melissa being there. You imagine how her lips would feel all over you, how she might make you come. Would she want to use her tongue or her fingers or even a strap? You honestly wouldn’t say no to any of those if she was asking. You then feel yourself right at the edge and you start circling faster and then you come. You quickly have your shower and then you get ready and leave at 6:30. You walk up to her house at 6:58 and you knock on her door. She opens the door a few seconds later and she takes your breath away.

“Hey Y/n, just gotta grab my things then we can go.” She says and you nod.

“Alright.” You say and then take a step back and watch as she gathers all her things. When you step back you notice her ‘Go Away!’ welcome mat and you snort. “Nice mat.” You tell her as she steps outside and she smiles.

“It’s to ward off unwanted visitors.” She says as she locks the door.

“Does it work?”

“Most of the time, yes.” She says and you both walk to her car. “Apparently it doesn’t work on family.” She adds and you smile.

“Good to know.” You tell her. “So you giving me rides, does this make us acquaintances?” You ask her and she looks at you before starting the car.

“No, this is me just helping someone in need, and I’m not going out of my way to help them.”

“So you have a heart then.” You say and she rolls her eyes at you before bringing the car onto the street. “So is the husband not up?” You ask her and she shakes her head.

“He doesn’t get up until another half hour. He doesn’t have to be at the fire station until 9.” She tells you.

“He’s a firefighter?” You ask her and she nods.

“Yep.” She says and you take your phone out and go on your social media. You look up Melissa on Facebook and then you click on the name where it says who she’s married to and see a picture of him.

“And what exactly do you see in this… Joe?” You ask her and she looks at you quickly before turning her attention back to the road.

“Did you just look at my account?” She asks.

“Obviously. But what exactly do you see in him? I mean there’s ones much better looking than him.” You tell her and she quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’m gay not blind.” You tell her and she snorts.

“We met in college and he was really nice to me. He kept talking to me, giving me gifts that he knew I’d like, listening to what I say, wanting to spend all his free time with me, even before he asked me out.” She tells you and two words come to your mind when she says this, love bombing. You don’t say anything as it’s not your place and it was probably like over 20 years ago and you’re sure things are different now.

“So why are you so closed off?” You ask her to change the subject.

“You ask a lot of questions, you know that?” She asks.

“I don't normally, only when something catches my interest.” You say and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“And I caught your interest?” She asks and you nod.

“You seem like an interesting person, and you wanting to say nothing about your life only makes you more interesting. You’re a mystery.” You tell her.

“And I like to remain a mystery.” She tells you.

“You know I could probably just ask Barb questions about if I really want, I mean you two seem close.” You say.

“Barb and I have been best friends for over a decade and she knows I like my privacy. She won’t tell you a thing.” She says to you and you lean back in the seat and pout.

“Are we close enough for me to at least know your favourite colour?” You ask her.

“It’s pink.” She says and you give her a weird look. “What?”

“The badass of Abbott likes pink? I would have never guessed that.”

“What’s wrong with pink?”

“It’s seen as a colour for little girls, especially when Barbie came out.” You explain.

“Alright, what colour do you like?” She asks.

“F/C.”

“Ok, interesting.” She says as she pulls up into the parking lot of Abbott and then you both get out and walk into the building.

*In the break room*

“I’m telling you that I saw Melissa purposely go up and start talking to Y/n. And not only that but it seemed like there was some attraction there as well.” Janine tells Jacob.

“It doesn’t matter for Melissa if there’s attraction, she’s married to a nice ma… she’s married.” Barb tells them. “She has never cheated on him and she doesn’t intend to. And has never thought about leaving him either…even though she should.” Barb adds and she gets a weird look from Janine and Jacob.

Just then you and Melissa both enter the break room and everyone looks at you both.

“What are youse looking at?” Melissa asks them.

“This is the third day where you get here at the same time.” Jacob says as you go to sit down with him and Janine.

“We just end up getting here at the same time. Is that a crime?” You ask them.

“Ok what about yesterday? I saw Melissa and you talking and smiling.” Janine asks you.

“Janine, what exactly are you asking?” You ask her and cross your arms.

“Is there an attraction between you two?” She bluntly asks. “You have mentioned you’re into hot older gingers and Melissa fits that.” She adds.

“Ok, first of all, Melissa and I were talking about our job yesterday as she was nice enough to give me pointers. Second of all, yes Melissa is a hot older ginger but she’s married and we’re not even acquaintances as Melissa very clearly told me that she barely talks to newbies.” You tell everyone and they shut up after that.

“So what pointers did Melissa give you yesterday?” Janine asks after a couple minutes.

“She told me to not do my lesson plan so far in advance and expect to fall behind, don’t be too stressed that it’s my first year of teaching on my own and she generously took a look at my first week lesson plan and said it was good and the kids will enjoy it.” You tell them and you weren’t lying as Melissa did actually tell you all those things.

“Melissa, you gave her that advice?” Barb asks her and Melissa nods.

“I don’t like communicating with newbies but the kid looked like she was gonna have a panic attack, I wasn’t gonna sit by and do nothing.” Melissa tells her.

“Oh Janine and Jacob, would you help me hang a few things that require 2 people?” You ask them and they immediately nod.

“As long as it’s not on a ladder.” Janine says and you nod.

“You’re not climbing a ladder, it’s not high.” You tell her.

Melissa watches from her desk as you and Jacob hang some stuff up and Janine directs you both to make sure it’s straight. Melissa’s mind starts to wander. She doesn’t know why but you seem to have caught her interest a bit. Her telling you her husband doesn’t forgive her just honestly slipped out and she doesn’t why she said it. Of course her husband forgives her every time. And then she tries to remember when was the last time he said he’s sorry and she can’t remember.

“I’m telling you it’s straight.” She hears Janine says.

“It doesn’t look straight to me.” She hears you counter. She then gets up and leans against her doorframe with her arms crossed. She sees you and Janine a few feet away from her and you’re looking at your board.

“You two are loud.” She says and catches both of your attention.

“How about we ask Melissa?” You tell Janine.

“No, she’ll just side with you as you’re friends.” Janine counters.

“Ya, we’re not friends.” Melissa says and goes to stand beside Janine and looks at the board. “And it’s not straight.” She says and sees you sticking your tongue out at Janine. “It’s a little high on the left.” She adds and then goes back to her door. “Try to keep it down this time.” She says and then walks inside her classroom.

At lunchtime she gets there before anyone else does and takes a few seconds to decompress as she gets her salad out. Everyone else comes in about a minute later and Barb gets her lunch and sits down and immediately notices Melissa is looking stressed.

“Are you alright?” Barb asks her.

“Ya, just a headache.” Melissa says softly.

Barb knows that she’s lying. But she also knows Melissa enough to know that she’s not ready to say anything and she’ll tell her when she is ready.

“Want some ibuprofen?” You ask since you heard as you were at the coffee maker. “I always carry some as I can get some painful cramps when menstruating. And that’s probably too much information.” You immediately say and it gets Melissa to crack a smile.

“It’s not that type of headache, but thanks hon.” Melissa tells you and you nod.

“Want some coffee? New batch is ready.” You offer and she nods and gives you her coffee mug.

“Thanks kid.” She says as you hand her the mug back with coffee.

“Y/n, do you have any plans this weekend?” Janine asks you as you join her and Jacob at the table.

“Probably just watch the game, I hope the Eagles hand the cowboys their asses.” You say and you don’t notice Melissa smiling at that comment.

“What about you?” You ask her and she goes into some detailed plan about what her and Tariq are doing this weekend.

When lunch ends, you all get up to go but Melissa stops you and Janine.

“Just wanted to let you both know that around February is when I do this Peter Rabbit art project with the kids and each of your second graders can join as well.” She says to you both.

“Oh that sounds exciting. What do they usually make?” You ask her.

“A rabbit face from paper plates.” She says.

“Oh that sounds fun, definitely count my class in as it sounds exciting. Y/n is your class going to join?” Janine asks.

“Definitely count my class in as well, they’ll enjoy that.” You tell Melissa and she nods before she goes back to her classroom.

At the end of the day, you pack up your things and you head out the door and you run into Jacob and Janine and you have a conversation with them for a few minutes before they both head to their cars. You start to head to the bus stop when Melissa stops you.

“My car is the other way.” She tells you and you turn around to face her.

“I didn't know how long your offer was by driving me home.” You tell her.

“Until you can get gas in your car.” She says and you smile before following her to her car. You both don’t notice everyone watching you both as you get in Melissa’s car.

“Thanks again.” You tell her as you do up your seatbelt and she pulls out. “So how long have you done the Peter Rabbit project for?” You ask her.

“Since I started working here, almost 15 years ago.” She tells you. “By the way, do you really think I’m hot?” She asks you and you furrow your eyebrows. “You told Janine that in the break room this morning.” She clarifies.

“Well of course you are. You honestly don’t need all that makeup.” You tell her and you see her smiling and a hint of a blush on the cheek that you see.

Melissa gets home a few minutes after dropping you off and she immediately goes to the kitchen for a glass of wine. She takes a deep breath after she takes a few sips and puts her head in her hands. She keeps getting compliments and praises from you and she doesn’t know how to react. She then realises that it’s been awhile since she received any from Joe and a tear slips down her cheek but she quickly wipes it off.

“Don’t cry, I’m not sensitive.” She tells herself and takes a big sip of her wine.

She has 2 glasses of wine and ends up falling asleep on the couch. When Joe gets home, he leaves her be and goes to reheat leftovers and watches tv in the bedroom. Melissa gets home a couple hours later and immediately goes to eat. After she eats she hears the tv on upstairs and goes to see Joe.

“Finally awake?” Joe asks her and she nods her head.

“You could have woken me up.” She tells him.

“I wanted to watch tv by myself anyway without being asked for cuddles or any kisses.” He tells her.

“I’m sorry, I know sometimes I might be too needy and I’m trying not to be.” She tells him and she goes downstairs to watch tv by herself.

She falls asleep on the couch again and wakes up around 4am. She gets her phone out and sees that it’s dead so she charges it as she makes breakfast. She eats and then she puts some in a container for Joe when he gets up. She gets ready for work and then she goes outside a few minutes early and sees you pull up on your bike.

“I woke up late but I don’t remember biking being this tiring.” You tell her and she shakes her head at you.

“You can leave it in the backyard for now.” She tells you and you nod. You come back out a couple minutes later and you get in the car.

The car ride this time was pretty quiet as you tried to make conversation but wasn’t getting replies. She pulls up 10 minutes later and you both get out and walk inside. This time you actually don’t head to the break room, you turn into your hallway and head to your classroom instead. It takes Melissa about 30 seconds to notice as she was in her own world and wanted to question you but you were too far ahead.

“Did you and Y/n not arrive at the same time today?” Barb asks her.

“No, I saw her come in, she went to her classroom for whatever reason.” Melissa explains.

“Interesting thing yesterday, I saw her get in your car when we were all leaving for the day.” Barb says and everyone looks at Melissa.

“Oh, well that’s none of youse businesses.” Melissa says. Right after she says that, you walk in and you head straight for the coffee machine.

“Y/n, we all saw you go in Melissa’s car yesterday.” Janine immediately tells you and you shrug.

“Cool.” Is all you say and pour yourself a cup and head back to your classroom. Janine and Jacob sensed something must be wrong and follow you out.

“So Melissa, now that we’re alone, want to tell me what’s happening?” Barb asks Melissa.

“On Tuesday I saw Y/n on the side of the road in my neighbourhood and she said she ran out of gas. I’ve just been giving her rides as she lives like a minute away from me, that’s all.” Melissa explains.

“Well that’s nice of you.” Barb says and really looks at Melissa. “Is something wrong?”

“What do you think of Joe?” Melissa asks her and Barb tilts her head.

“What do you mean?”

“Well Y/n has actually given me compliments in the week she’s been here, more compliments than Joe has given me in the past year. So what does that say?” Melissa asks her.

“That Joe doesn’t give compliments.” Barb simply says. “Melissa, I’ve given my opinion on Joe many times over a decade ago and you always gave reasons why I was wrong. I stopped trying as you kept defending your marriage with him.”

“Well you never had a lot of nice opinions about him but you never knew him like I do.” Melissa states.

“You’re right, I don’t. And I hope he’s changed since then.” Barb says and goes back to her cup of coffee.

*Your classroom*

“So you went on a date 2 months ago with a girl, but stayed friends and she invited you to watch the game at a bar this weekend?” Janine says and you nod.

“I thought like everyone else that she’d just forget me and we’d never talk again.” You tell them.

“So you have a new friend, what’s the problem?” Jacob asks you.

“She’s a little crazy.” You tell them. “I’m just hoping that after the game, she never wants to speak to me again.” You add.

Melissa gets to her classroom and sees your door is closed but can see Jacob and Janine standing near your desk from the little window on the door.

The morning goes by quickly for Melissa, and before she knows it, it’s lunchtime and she heads to the break room and gets her lunch.

“So I was notified this morning by a parent of one of my students that I’m getting.” You say to Janine and Jacob.

“And what did they want?” Janine asks.

“They wanted to let me know that they tested their daughter over the summer and apparently this kid is dyslexic.” You tell them and that catches Melissa’s attention and she turns around to look at you.

“Do you know how to teach a dyslexic child?” Melissa asks you and you shake your head.

“No, but I could just google some ways to help her.” You tell her and she nods and goes on her phone.

You go to your classroom and an hour later Melissa walks in and closes your door behind her and walks up to your desk where you’re arranging some papers.

“Melissa, what can I-”

“Can you switch the dyslexic kid over to my class?” She asks you and you tilt your head.

“Why?” You ask her.

“I can help her better.” She states and you furrow your eyebrows.

“Look I know I’m new but I’m pretty sure I’m not an idiot.” You say and she sighs.

“It’s not about you being new, it’s the fact that you can’t relate to her.” She says and the gears in your head are turning until it dawns on you.

“You’re dyslexic?” You ask her and she nods.

“I haven’t had a student who’s dyslexic and I feel like I can help her the same way that I was.” She says and you smile.

“Of course, want to go to the principal to make the transfer right now?” You ask her and she looks taken back.

“Wait, you’re not going to say no?” She asks and you shrug.

“Since you’re dyslexic then you might be the best teacher to help her.” You tell her and you go to your door. “Come on, let’s go see Principal Coleman.” You say and she follows you to Ava’s office.

“What do you two want?” Ava asks you.

“We want to transfer a student from my class to Melissa’s class.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes before she gets to one of the women in the office and you follow her.

“Can you do a classroom transfer?” She asks her and the woman nods. “She’ll help you with that.” Ava tells you both and you nod.

“Thank you.” You say and you and Melissa get the transfer done. “I’ll also send you the email that the parents sent me. They said a couple ways that they’ve noticed have helped her.” You tell Melissa on the way back and she nods.

“Ok, thank you.” She tells you and you nod.

“I’ll also notify the parents and tell them about the transfer.” You tell her and she nods. “Do you mind if I tell them that you’re dyslexic as well?” You ask her.

“No, that’s alright. It’ll probably make them happier that their daughter’s teacher has the same thing.” She says.

“Alright, I’ll forward you the email right away.” You tell her and go inside your classroom.

Melissa receives the email a few minutes later and sees the ways to best help her and writes it down.

She goes through the rest of what she needs to get done and finishes about an hour before the day ends. She stays on her phone for the rest of the day and waits a few minutes for you in the parking lot.

“You waited for me?” You ask her as she’s leaning against her car.

“Well I offered you rides, plus your bike is at my place.” She says. “I’m gonna drive to my place and you can bike home.” She tells you and you nod.

“Sounds good.” You say.

Melissa drives you both to her place and you go to get your bike right away.

“Hey Melissa.” You say as you come out with your bike and she looks at you. “I can probably actually just bike to and from school.”

“You ran out of breath biking for like 5 minutes. How are you going to survive for another 30 minutes?” She asks you and you shrug. “Mm, I’ll see you Monday at 7.” She tells you and then goes inside. You put your helmet on, get on your bike and start biking back home. Melissa watches from the window as you leave and she sighs. “What the fuck am I doing?” She says out loud and goes to get some wine and chocolate.

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