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signalhill-if · 1 year

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The Veterinarian - Short Story

To celebrate Test Run going into early access, I'd like to share last month's short story with you folks. I'm also just really excited to share it in general. Here's how Doc met one of the other cast members... Word count: 1.6k

It was a warm Tuesday evening in mid-May, the light pushing its way in through the window was starting to wane, and a young veterinarian was manning the desk at his newly founded medical practice. A powder blue typewriter sat in front of him, its keys rhythmically striking the page as he typed. His handwriting was practically illegible- it wasn't something you needed to learn in order to set a broken leg or inject into a vein. And a photocopier was too expensive anyway. So his funding requests (charity requests, really) would have to be copied by hand, letter by letter, ten or twenty or fifty times.

Today was quiet- even with a price tag of free, not many people were aware of his practice. Sometimes there would be days of silence, with no patients in sight. But the monotony of the rapid thunks against paper was broken by a creaking sound on the other side of the room. The front door. Its hinges were rusty. This place used to be a butcher's shop before the raids drove it out of business. Nothing had been replaced, just scrubbed to within an inch of its life.

Emil's eyes flicked up from his work to watch the approach. The door swung slowly open, and a young man hobbled in from the warm wind outside. He cut an interesting figure- wobbling slightly on one leg, his body long and sinewy, his face mostly hidden by a shock of blonde hair. There was lipstick smeared down his chin. His outfit was mostly obscured by a rough-spun shawl draped over his shoulders, but under it Emil could see a hint of a red slip and fishnet stockings. The fact that he was wearing heels made his unsteady gait even worse.

"I'm afraid I'm a little worse for wear, doc," the man muttered. There was a nervous laughter under it all, like he couldn't contain his irreverence for even a moment. "You don't charge, right? I can't really afford it."

Standing up from his chair, Emil approached the limping man. His voice was tinged with concern. "What happened?"

"You should see how the other guy looks," the guy muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm... not doing so hot. I came here cause Tomas said you deal with people like us."

It had only been a few months, but the people had already started to blend out into stories. Remembering a single name like that would be like remembering a single letter of a novella. Context clues would be necessary. "People like who?" He rested a hand on the man's back to start leading him to one of the cots.

"Queers." Oh. The word coming from this man's stained lips was weighed down with baggage that Emil could sense but not understand. "Boys who wear dresses."

The young man allowed himself to be led over to the cot. His leg was certainly broken, though not badly. He had bruises forming on his arms and upper thighs, and one on the left side of his face. Not in any recognizable pattern, at least not without further inspection. He must have been beaten, kicked, maybe by a group. "What's your name?"

There was a pause before he responded. "Yvette." It was hard to tell if it was fake, or if he simply used enough of them that he had to pick which to use. Probably the last one.

As he lowered himself onto the bed, Yvette inhaled sharply and gripped the metal frame with an unsteady hand. "Jesus, doc, I think it's broken..."

"I think so too." Emil kneeled down next to him, his hands tentatively grazing against the fishnets. "I'll need you to remove the stockings, though. With minimal movement. I need to splint it so it will heal correctly."

"Oh my," he muttered, a smile flickering across his lips. The opportunity to jeer at Emil was overriding whatever pain he was in. Normally, I'd expect men to take me to dinner first! Or pay me, at least."

Emil clenched his jaw. He wasn't going to let this phase him. Not even as his cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes. He had to make this interaction normal at all costs. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to you?"

"Sometimes when a guy sees a pretty girl, he just can't help but drag him into an alley and beat him half to death. Hormones." He said it with such nonchalance. This wasn't unexpected for him.

What was unexpected was the way Yvette hiked up his dress enough to start peeling the fishnets down his thighs. Not enough to be explicit, but a clear invitation. Look, if you'd like. Emil was sure to avert his eyes after catching a glimpse of red lace.

"I'll just be a moment... I need to fetch a splint." Standing up bolt straight, Emil rushed back to his office. Yes, that was where he kept most of his medical supplies. It was also an enclosed space away from this patient. And he needed that right now, if only for a moment.

Bracing his arm against the wall, he took a deep breath. His eyes caught his face in the mirror hanging on the wall. His cheeks and softly freckled nose were flushed, and a bit of sweat was accumulating on his brow. He'd been running this clinic for only a short while, and he felt utterly unprepared to deal with even the most remotely difficult of patients.

A deep breath. He ran his fingers through his crop of dark hair. Unphased. He was going to be unphased.

After collecting his supplies (and himself), Emil stepped back out into the clinic. The patient was reclining on his cot, the pain still evident but not nearly writhing in it like a lot of folks would be. Maybe on opiates? Such a thing wouldn't be uncommon with these lower-city genderfuck types. Take an upper to party, a downer to relax after all that partying, and another upper to keep from falling asleep... and on. Or maybe he was just really good at hiding it.

"You're lucky, the fracture is quite minimal. You'll be up on your feet again in just a few days." Emil quickly set to work wrapping tight cloth bandages around Yvette's leg, starting right at the ankle and moving upwards. "Until then, you shouldn't put too much weight on it or do any strenuous exercise."

"That's horrible," Yvette complained with a hint of a grin. "However will I live without my daily hikes? What about the weightlifting contest on Monday?" Lying there, half propped up on his arms, swimming in his shawl, he looked like a model out of a fancy old painting. Something you'd see on auction in one of those upscale shops in The Heights.

Soon, Emil had finished applying the splint. He ran his fingers over the handiwork, feeling the shape of Yvette's calf under his fingertips. And then he stood up. "That should heal well. I'm afraid there's very little I can do for the bruises, but you don't seem to have any other fractures."

"Thank you so much, doc." He overpronounced every word, holding out a dainty hand with chipped red nail polish. Beckoning. "Come here, let me thank you properly."

Reluctantly, Emil stepped closer. Close enough for Yvette to grab his wrist and pull him in all at once. In half a second he was leaning down with his hands planted on the frame and the cot, his face next to the patient's. The young man's lips grazed his cheek, leaving a delicate kiss. In a hushed tone he muttered, "I wish there was something I could do to repay you for helping me out like this..."

"I don't accept payment for my services." The flush was coming back to Emil's cheeks. He was trying desperately to stay professional.

Yvette's lips got even closer to Emil's ear as he muttered, "How about if you ever need my services, they're free of charge?"

Emil didn't need to question what kind of services he meant. He straightened up, his face hot. "If you need a place to stay while that leg heals... my beds are open until a higher-priority patient needs them." Both of them glanced around the room in unison, remembering that they were completely alone, with two other cots unoccupied.

The next few days were quiet as well. The practice was new, after all. There were periods of relative peace, and periods of intense business. In truth, Emil had hoped it would get busy once Yvette showed up. It didn't.

He wasn't quiet, either. They spoke about his concerns, about how money was tight and clients weren't going to be interested in him for weeks until the bruising got better. They spoke about the city they'd grown up in, how different everything was from their youth. They spoke about work, with Emil trying his hardest to pretend he wasn't interested in this particular topic. And they spoke about each other's bodies, a week or so later, lying next to each other in the warm embrace of Emil's bed.

Running his fingertips along Yvette's side, feeling the bone just under the skin of his hip, Emil muttered, "I don't know how you convinced me to do that. It should go without saying, but sleeping with a patient isn't very professional."

"It was inevitable," Yvette teased. "I always get what I want, doc."

"So what do you want now?"

Yvette paused for a moment, his eyes fluttering shut. His hair was splayed out on the pillow, his makeup still smudged and never removed. "Right now, I want a glass of wine, a massage, and a nice relaxing bubble bath. In the future... I'd like to be a friend, not a patient."

Sighing and letting himself sink down into the mattress, Emil muttered, "I guess if you always get what you want..."

#i hope y'all like this ahhhhhhhh #i wrote this over a month ago but i still love it so much #these two.......... good characters #short story #ch: doc #ch: yvette #signal hill

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stinkrascal · 1 year

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im begging you guys to add a stroke effect to the captions on your pictures im on my knees

#i swear the same people who complained about tumblr users using the aesthetic small font on text posts #are the people who type text onto their pictures with tiny cursive font and no black outline #making it literally impossible to read ur posts #AND NO TRANSCRIPT IN THE DESCRIPTION 😭😭😭#im begging you guys just add the black outline to your text. not everything has to be for the aesthetic #this is like accessibility 101 i learned that the black outline makes every sentence readable overtop any and all bgs in middle school #this is specifically if you add captions over top ur pictures like how i do. if u dont do that u are good #ALSO THE PPL WHO RESIZE THEIR PICTURES SO ITS LIKE 540 PIXELS WIDE. WHY #when its a gif i get it BUT THATS A STILL IMAGE WHY IS IT SO SMALL #ive put off reading so many otherwise beautiful sim stories simply bc u guys make everything so SMALL AHHHHHHHH #my eyes cant deal w this

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rosicheeks · 1 year

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what’s some good news from this week?

-🌸

🤔

#hmmmm let’s seeeeeee #well the first one that comes to my mind which will be LIFE CHANGING IF IT HAPPENS #I think where I’m living weed is close to being legalized #it still has a few places to go through #but it’s a LOT closer than it ever has been!#and if weed is legalized that would be a GAME changer #it’s also been super sunny and it’s getting nice out so that’s always a plus #OH OH OH #also I think I’m going to be staying over at my dog sitting place in June and July and I’m SO EXCITED #a place to myself again?!?!#I get to smoke and paint and take pics and do whatever the fuck I want ALSO ILL BE WITH MAYAAAAA #also also alsooooo I might be able to dogsit for one of my neighbors dogs soon too!#of course it lands on the same day that I’m taking care of maya but I think the timing might work out?#obviously maya comes first #but omg if I’m able to take care of Murphy (neighbors dog) I would be SO HAPPY #Murphy is honestly the cutest fucking dog I have EVER SEEN #I don’t think I’ve ever met a golden retriever in real life and holy shit he doesn’t even know me but he LOVES ME #I was talking to his owner the other day about the dogsitting and everything #and I was giving him pets and love and he was twirling and looking up at me and kept kissing me literally all over #my face my thighs everywhere he could reach he is SO CUTE AND SO FULL OF LOVE AHHHHHHHH #some happy moments from my week 😌#thanks for asking lovely!!!#do you have any good news or happy moments you would like to share?? 🥰🥰#ask #🌸 anon

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benevolentslut · 2 years

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okay so big vent in the tags. don't mind me, just had to get these thoughts out.

i am open to thoughts and/or advice from mutuals

#help im crushing too hard on this girl #we dated once before but it wasn't a great relationship because both of us had a whole heap of unresolved trauma that came out in #our actions #so because of that im scared to try anything again #we're both so much better than we were before and both of us have made huge strides recently so it got me thinking about it again #and now i can't stop thinking about it 💀#not to mention she is currently in a relationship already #i get the feeling they *might* be open to at least trialling polyamory #but it definitely adds an extra factor of #and so yeah im scared to bring it up cuz if they're not open to that then #even tho it'd be perfectly understandable it would still hurt a lot to hear #and then yeah even if they were im worried like #what if we act out again or hurt each other again #i couldn't bear ruining our friendship #but ahhhhhhhh #every time im near her life just feels okay again #every time we touch at all i can still feel it hours after it's passed #we went roller skating today and the way she offered me her hand to help me up whenever i fell over i just aaaaaaa #and she's been so supportive to me as im starting to process the fact that *both* my parents have been emotionally abusing me my whole life #and not just my dad #and my mum is continuing to do it #and then this girl was so supportive too when we went to bras n things today #i was really nervous and dysphoric going in there and she was so helpful to get me willing to talk to the person there #and to help me through everything #like its obvious that we have such a strong bond #forged that over the last 7 years #but holy shit i don't want to ruin things #but ohmygod i cant just ignore the way i feel either though can i #fuck im down bad huh #shoutout to anyone who read through all this

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unofficialsherlockian · 8 days

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I turn thirty on Saturday and I keep trying not to think of tick tick boom but you know how Andrew Garfield is turning thirty and he’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown or anxiety attack because he’s almost 30 and hasn’t put out a creative work yet

Cus I felt that so heavily when it came out and now it’s like really loud in my mind lmao

#I’ve been querying a book on and off for four years and still not published yet #if I don’t get agented this year my eyeballs might burst out of my skull from internal pressure to Do Something #also side note trans life expectancy isn’t super high and the US is becoming increasingly unsafe so #I think the constant clock ticking down is added pressure from the fact that my life looks so unstable the next few years and I feel like #like I have to get stuff done before this country really fcks me over #you know that feeling lol #my posts #ahhhhHHHH

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ranger-kellyn · 5 months

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hhhhhhhhhh the best part about november being over is i'm officially in Seasonal Depression Mode and the charm of fall has worn off and now all i want to do is Rot 🙃

#it's like i KNOW a chunk of the problem is i've basically been Indoors for two solid weeks now only going out for work and for groceries #so like that's distinctly not helping #but we're having serious flooding and rain rn and will be for the next few days and AHHHHHHHH #supposed to be going out on friday with coworkers at least but hhhhhhhhhh #having a Rough Time otherwise #i hate late fall and winter i'm over it already i want my sunlight back #even if i put on my raincoat i still can't walk anywhere other than around the block but like....#i'll get drenched bc all the water pooling next to the sidewalks that the cars have to drive through #my favorite place to go for a walk is right next to the river so it's probably flooded rn #i. hate this #i hate knowing i'm going to feel this way until like. the end of fucking APRIL #kill me #negative

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asexualjedi · 1 year

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Simply dropping out of law school what do u mean I have to wear a full pantsuit everyday at my summer job. We are in the south!!! These buildings are old!! Don’t do this to me. They are so expensive why can’t I wear not matching suit separates. Why can’t I wear suit shorts whahhhhh.

#I know why but still #I over heat easilt especially on my meds #I’ve been desperately looking on eBay and at the good wills sepersrtly trying to find soemthing #I have a skirt and blazer set from like the 80s that is blue and pink I fear they will think is too casual also the skirt length has to be l #like to my knees so I don’t know if that will work #but I’m so worried I’m gonna have to go buy new (I start next week so I will have to decide this week) and even with sales everything is so #expensive #ahhhhhhhh #the affordable places only selling women’s suits with suit shorts and it’s like I feel u be the change u wish to see in the world this is #against the dress code #truly need to figure out what I want to do job wise to see if it will make me go insane

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upsidedownmvnson · 7 months

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tell me you love me vol 2 | steve harrington

warnings: fluff, more pining

a/n: AHHHHHHHH thanks for the love

tell me you love me vol 1

Steve barely slept. He couldn't focus with you this close to him. He couldn't not love you anymore. And it was worse now, like the entire burden of knowing you love each other was crushing his chest. He wanted you to remember your conversation last night. He needed you to. But also, he didn't. What if you were just drunk? What if you thought your friendship was too valuable to risk?

It was already at risk... he sighed, giving up on trying to sleep and instead just laid with you. Steve couldn't fathom a world without you in it, he didn't want to live a life where he didn't see you every day. He needed you, more than he needed a girlfriend, maybe... maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Steve was in agony.

You shuffled in your sleep, groaning and stretching. The blankets kicked off in the night, and wrapped around your legs, and when you stretched he was forced to endure the torture of your beautiful half naked body. He couldn't look elsewhere, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

He had to get out of here.

The phone ringing was a good excuse to get out of bed, but he didn't know who the hell would be calling this early. It was quickly answered when he picked up only to be met with a word vomit of questions from Robin.

"I don't really remember but I think I just left y/n at the party," Robin was saying, "Is she there? Is she with you?"

"Yeah, she's here," Steve whispered, hoping he didn't sound as exhausted as he felt. "You left her sleeping, dude. Not cool."

"That's fucked," she said, disappointed in herself. "I was not thinking clearly, I woke up in a panic. But she's okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's still in bed," he said.

"Good, good. I'm really sorry, tell her I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, okay..."

"You okay, Steve? You sound weird."

"No, I'm fine I just..." he sighed, "Robin I can't pretend not to love her anymore. I just - I know it's bad to date in the friend group but... I love her."

"I know you do," she said, "I only said don't date her if you weren't sure. If you're sure then go for it."

"Really? Do you think... do you think it'll work?"

"I don't know," she answered, "but I know you guys are crazy about each other and it's probably time to find out."

Steve hung up the call after promising to tell you that Robin was sorry, very sorry. He didn't want to go upstairs, he still felt confused. Would you remember what you guys had talked about? Would you change your mind? He decided on breakfast, and got to work making some bacon and eggs, deciding he would wake you up when it was ready. But first, he needed coffee.

When you woke up in Steve's bed you were confused, and disappointed he wasn't there. What time was it? The clock read just after eight, and you could smell the breakfast cooking downstairs. You groaned, stretching as much as you could before contemplated getting up or just staying here.

You didn't really remember much after the party, it all got a little fuzzy when you first started falling asleep. You loved this bed, you were staying in this bed every time you stayed over from here on out. In fact, you were never leaving it.

Except the distant call of food being prepared made you get up. The least you could do was go lend a hand.

You tiptoed down the stairs, and tried to peak at Steve in the kitchen. He was still shirtless, drinking his coffee while leaning against the counter, shuffling scrambled eggs around lazily.

The sight of him made you sigh. The ache in your chest only grew with the sight. He was so beautiful, and he just looked so... boyfriend. You wished he could be yours, you wished that you could wake up to this more often.

"Good morning," you said, joining him on the main level.

"Morning," he said, smiling at you. But it was different, it didn't reach his eyes.

"Can I help?" you asked, padding over to him and looking at all the good stuff he had going on.

"No it's okay," he said, "I'm just about done. Make yourself a coffee."

You nodded. But his demeanor was bothering you. He was being cold, distant. He wasn't acting like himself. You wondered if you did something wrong.

"Do you uh, remember much about your party?" he asked, trying to seem casual but you could tell he was prying. Looking for answers about something.

"Most of it yeah," you smiled, sipping the hot coffee. "But I don't really remember leaving, or coming here."

And it would've been impossible to miss how Steve dropped his shoulders, clearly disappointed by your answer. You wanted to say something, but you forgot how to speak. You didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to plate everything?" he asked, slinking out of the kitchen. He mumbled some excuse about the bathroom, and left you alone, thinking about what happened last night.

Breakfast was quiet, save for the tv playing quietly in the background. This was typically your favourite kind of morning, lazily getting up at Steve's, making breakfast together, just hanging out. But the air just felt different today, he didn't want your sous chef help in the kitchen, and there was no charming banter. In fact, he barely looked at you.

When you finished he said, "I guess I should get you home," as if you didn't usually hang around all weekend, and added, "I just gotta change."

And he pushed away from the table, leaving his dirty dishes abandoned. So, you guess he didn't want your help do the dishes either? Something obviously happened, or he wouldn't be this cold with you. You felt your throat getting tight, and held it together as you gathered the dishes, bringing them over to the sink.

You both got dressed, with him loaning you some sweat pants to go with the big shirt you wore to bed so you didn't have to climb into your party outfit. It still reeked of booze.

"Did something happen, Steve?" you asked, unable to tolerate the uneasy air as you both slipped your shoes on. Maybe you... maybe you confessed your feelings to him, and he felt uncomfortable, you did this... Did you ruin everything?

"What?" he asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Uh, nothing," you muttered, not wanting to push his buttons. You didn't want to pry.

"Everything's fine, babe." He put his hand on your shoulder, letting it slide off, and back to his side. "Just a lot on my mind."

Even the drive was quiet, and the tension made you feel like crying. He had the radio playing quietly, but he just didn't seem like he was totally there. But still, every question got stuck in your throat. You guys didn't say a word until he was parked in your driveway, hands remained clutched on the wheel.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" you asked, hoping that your movie plans with Robin were even still on.

"Yeah, of course. I'll call you later..."

Now or never. "Is everything okay, Steve? You're being so quiet. I feel like you're trying to push me away."

He looked at you with those beautiful eyes, those beautiful, sad eyes and you could see his anguish, you could see there was something he couldn't say. Words were being left unsaid. Was he scared? What was he scared of? You thought... you really thought he could tell you anything.

"I'm fine," he said finally, giving you another small, fake smile.

You faked a smile, trying not to show that your heart dropped into your stomach. You had this painful fear that you'd told him that you loved him, and he'd wished you hadn't. What the fuck happened between the party and Steve's house? It was killing you. His pain was torture, and you wouldn't forgive yourself if you'd ruined the most important relationship in your life.

You nodded, and patted his leg before climbing out the car, shuffling inside before he could see how concerned you were about him.

You leaned on a wall near the door, just pondering what happened. You woke up in his bed, usually you slept in the guest room, or when you were really drunk you'd even crash on the couch. Did you being in his space make him unhappy? Maybe you were stubborn, refusing to leave his bed until he loved you. But, that didn't seem like something you would do.

A knock on the door kicked you out of your thoughts.

You opened it, and Steve was there, standing still, breathing heavy. When the door fully opened, he nearly sprung at you, not intimidatingly but like... like he couldn't stop himself from scooping up your cheeks in his hands and kissing you.

And Steve was kissing you like a starving man. Like this was the moment he'd waited for his whole life. He was soft, and tender but also desperate and passionate and you could feel everything. You could feel how he felt. Like you were one person. You kissed him back, taken by surprise but delighted. You loved him. And he loved you. And being together like this just felt right.

You moaned, unable to deny the sparks between the two of you for one more moment.

His lips were just so soft, and warm. And as his thumbs rubbed your cheeks soothingly, you thought for sure your knees would buckle from the romance of it all. You swooned, this was real life swooning.

"Tell me you love me," he whispered, barely pulling away to say it. You realize he's crying, barely, lightly, but he is, because this is the scariest thing he's ever done. He thinks that he'll perish, die if you don't actually love him back. And he's immediately returned to kissing you, backing you both up until your back hit the living room wall. "Please," he begged, breathless and desperate to hear it. He had to hear it. He was sure he would die if you didn't say it. He has to know he wasn't wrong to risk it all...

And everything came rushing back. Laying across from Steve, asking him if you were in love. Confessing your love for him and telling him him that you would still love him in the morning...

And you did.

Of course you did.

You think there's a part of you that has loved Steve since the moment you met.

He feels like home. Just being near him makes you feel safe, and comfortable. He was everything you needed, and you two were idiots to wait this long to confess. But, better late than never.

"I love you," you whispered, mumbling against his lips, returning his feverish kisses. His hands trailed down to your hips, gripping tightly and pressing himself into you. Trying to mold himself to you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as he could get. He was a part of you, a part of your heart.

His tongue rolled into your mouth, and the grip he had on your hips tightened, making you moan again. And then he slowed, kissing you slowly. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, and pulled away, letting it slip out of his grip and back into place. He kissed you tenderly a few times.

"Say it again," he said, pulling back and resting his forehead against yours. It wasn't demanding, it was loving. He wanted to hear you say it over and over for the rest of his life.

You were breathless, but you still whispered, "I love you."

"I love you," he said, kissing you one more time. "I can't stop it, I don't want to stop it," he said. "I love you, y/n. And I want to be with you... if you'll have me."

"I love you Steve," you said, relieved that you could just love him without the longing, without the pining, and the hiding. You two were free.

"Again," he demanded, smiling, and the smile made it all the way back to his eyes. And he was himself again.

"Don't want to wear it out," you laughed, pulling him into a hug. And you held him there for a while.

"Never," he whispered, "I'll never get tired of it, I promise you that."

TAGLIST: @thebeatles-world @thatbItchs-world @plk-18 @pausmoon @onlyangle1

#stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader

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ironicsmiles · 2 years

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Still replaying cWilburs dialouge in my head still can't believe that happened

#still not over it #ahhhhhhhh #dsmp

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ediewentmissing · 1 year

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Look at this sexy fucking man! Please! For the love of all of the underwear this pic and your stories have helped ruin, I need a fic for this pic! The more dirty talk the better! Just mmmmmmm going to town on him and riding him and guiding his mouth to suck and bite and lick my tits like ahhhhhhhh. Please!!

IM SO SORRY THAT I MISSED THIS i took a break but now i’m back AND HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT AAAAAAAA 😍😍😍 i’ve been rlly busy lately and i’m probably not gonna write very often (sorry 😿) but i wanted to give u something, so i wrote this in approx 6 minutes lmao sub!eddie incoming

“Ah- Shit- Please,” The handcuffs rattle against the headboard as Eddie sucks in through his teeth. His jaw clenches and eyes roll back into his skull as you slowly lower yourself down on his stiff cock.

You’re not quite sure what he’s begging for. More? Less? Who cares.

“Yeah, be a good boy and fucking take it,” You ride back up his length, and back down. And again. And again. He whimpers pathetically, his top row of teeth clamping down on his bottom lip in a foolish attempt to shut himself up.

“Awh,” you coo, “Barely started yet and you’re already a mess. Filthy boy.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, trying his hardest not to burst so quickly. But you’re just so wet, and so tight, and you’re clenching around his cock so deliciously.

“Mmm, fu-uck-” His mouth is open, head tipped back giving you the perfect view of his neck.

“Yeah? You like me using you like this?” He nods, humming.

You still on his cock, and his head jolts upright to look at you with confused, pleading eyes.

“Answer me, Eddie.”

“I- I love it…” you begin to bounce on him at a steady pace, and he moans loudly, “Fuck! God- Fuckin’ Christ. Mmmm- I love you using me. So, so much- Ah, ah-”

“God, look at you, baby…” you smirk down at him. His pupils are fully blown, swallowing the caramel-coloured irises whole. Hot tears run down his rose cheeks, picking up sweat on their way down his face.

You bounce ever so slightly faster, and go in to kiss his neck, sucking and biting that sweet spot that makes him writhe.

“Wait, no, please look at me. Please. I wanna see you.”

You pull off of his throat and look directly into his lustful eyes. Sweaty, hair sticking to his face.

He moves his palms to your abdomen, running his fingers up your torso as he breathes heavily, chest rising and falling, until he reaches your tits.

“So pretty-y~,” he groans.

“Mm, go ahead. Touch ‘em, baby,” you nod, and he carefully trails his thumbs over your nipples, gently squeezing them.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, involuntarily rutting his hips up into you, moaning.

You lean forward, a non-verbal sign for him to take one in his mouth, and he immediately obliges.

He kisses over your tits, soft, wet clicking sounds being drowned out by his whimpers vibrating against your chest and the skin-slapping-skin noises as you continue to ride him. He drags his tongue over everything, sucking and gasping as his high is in sight.

He bucks his hips up again, this time hitting the special spot inside of you. You clench hard around him, angling yourself to that he can slide deeper inside your aching pussy.

He detaches his lips from your chest, “Fuck, f-fuck, fuck! Haah… I’m-m gonna cum-” he moans, looking at you.

Your climax comes hurtling towards you unexpectedly, and it your pussy grips onto Eddie’s throbbing cock, only fuelling the fire of his orgasm.

He finally releases, warm, thick cum pumping into you at he same time you fall over the edge.

Breathy ‘I love you’s fall from his wet, pink lips. And it was nothing short of the truth. He loved you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn smut

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lilmashae · 6 months

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ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤"come over, i miss you." — y.jw (smut, so 18+)

this is shitty and bad.... really bad and not proofread, really shitty and rushed 😞 but i feel the need to post... so. here

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sultry music and strawberry-flavored lip balm invade your senses — you check your reflection a thousand more times, humming to the melody of the song that currently serenades you. it was an average saturday night — normal for you, at least. whether or not jungwon enjoyed playing these games with you went untold.

"come over, baby... i miss you, i'm lonely." your sugary, honey-coated voice cried from his phone's speaker. and how could he resist you? after all, you were his girlfriend (his sweet, sweet girlfriend), and the pretty girl calling his phone every other day, begging him to come over so she could spoil him with kisses. "okay, pretty girl — be patient, alright? i'm on the way over."

you felt proud, despite your reoccurring advances, jungwon never once refused your invites — maybe it was because you were so seemingly-chaste. looking in the mirror one last time, you admired the skimpy outfit you wore, lacy and pink, hugging all the right places. knock, knock! you couldn't (bear to) be ashamed, if anything you felt eager, prancing to the door and swinging it open. "hi, baby." you leaned against the door frame, smiling coyly and blinking through your eyelashes before inviting him in.

the two of you sat cuddled up on your bed, the blankets somewhat covered you. it wasn't long before it started — you got touchy, your hands roaming down his stomach and chest. "y/nnie? what're you doing?" "nothing..." you hum in response, kissing his jaw. and he believes you, because when he turns to look at you your eyes are glued to the screen. however, that doesn't stop your hands from "subconsciously" feeling him up — but eventually your act is up when you end up straddling his lap, it's hard to play innocent when you're so clearly grinding down on his buldge.

"baby," he whines, "t-the movie..." you just shrug, still sinking, trailing hot kisses down his body and lifting up his shirt. " s'fine, 'wonnie... 'missed you s'bad." eventually you're fully submerged under the duvet, hands holding onto his hips while they roll themselves deeper into your throat. "f-fuck, y/n..." he's still pouting. "mpf! relax, 'wonnie.. can't suck you off if you don't stay still." you hold one of his hands in your own before diving back down, taking him back into your mouth. " s'so warm! shit!" jungwon's hips stutter, you can feel his tip kissing the back of your throat and you gag. you hum around him, your free hand stroking the base of his cock while you swirl your tongue around his tip. "fuck... i'm 'gonna cum, y/n, please — shit! baby, no..." you pull away before he can come and place a deep kiss on his lips. "why'd you—" " 'want you to cum inside me, not my mouth." he's flustered by how casually you speak, all he can do is nod.

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guidelines and disclaimers! ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ahhhhhhhh idk idk luv u all lots, tons of kisses 💋

#lil-ma-shae #fem!reader #fanfiction #enhypen #enhypen smut #enha #enha smut #yang jungwon #yang jungwon smut #jungwon #jungwon smut #black!reader #poc!reader

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parisoonic · 8 months

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I just want to say I love how you do your lineart, it looks so good! ahhhhhhhh!!

I'm gathering a lot of advice about the topic of lineart and I just wanna know how you get it to look like that? My line weight is getting better but the drawing itself just comes out a bit.. weird.

Thank you so much! Lineart is probably the thing I've been working hardest on as I am not a lineartist (and still struggle a lot) but it's something I really need to get better at for my job. UM there's honestly so much that could be said on the topic of lineart. Big things for me are:

Weight -> Use line weight (aka thickness) to describe form, lighting, contact and scale. Thick lines imply shadow, contact and nearness-to-camera. Thin lines imply tension, recession and light.

Straights vs Curves -> Use straight lines against curved ones for maximum interest. This is partly a character design thing but as we're using lines to describe our characters it's worth mentioning :)

Complex vx Simple -> Use complex lines against simple. Faces are always complex so therefore the backs of heads should always be simple. Chests are quite complex so backs should be simple. Dorsal sides of the arms are complex (Delt, tricep, bicep) whilst the ventral side is more simple (tricep...mainly) etc.

'Think in Ink' -> Lower your sketch layer almost to 0% opacity so you're not getting hung up on how nice/energetic your sketch look and instead are approaching the piece from an ink mindset. BUT it's digital! So if there's something in your sketch that you like just bring it forward (copy and paste) into your ink layer. I sketch and ink with the same brush so I can use this workflow

'Confidence' -> small hesitant feathery lines will look nervous compared to big swooping lines. Less is always more. I'll redraw arms/limbs until I can get the appearance that it was done in one brush stroke. Again it's digital so you can erase to cheat this look : )

MISC 01: I always hear 'draw from the shoulder'........meh............it's digital so draw from your wrist...it's fine honestly. If we were working at A1 in a life drawing class then we could get some shoulder action going but most of us are hunched over 16inch tablets. I think this advice aims to pull people away from feathery-nervous lineart honestly which you can improve on without relearning how to draw from your shoulder.

MISC 02: For a 'smoother' look do your lineart at a larger canvas size than you need. Once I'm happy with a sketch I usually double the canvas size and do my lineart then.

MISC 03: In PS (at least) anti-aliasing goes funny at any zoom level that isn't in the 5 times table. So try not to look at your canvas when you're zoomed in to 87% or 71.39% or something crazy. Just stick to 25%, 50%, 75% and 100% if possible.

UNFORTUNATE TRUTH: Lineart is incredibly based on raw draughtmanship I've discovered. When you're working with colour you can hide a lot in rendering (shadows, highlights) or post-processing (depth of field) but in lineart all your mistakes are just...there for people to see. There's ways round this...which I use A LOT. 'Flourishes' (I use 'flourishes' to mean over-confident lineart where it veers particuarly thick or particuarly thin in contrast to your approach in the rest of the image) can sort of trick people into thinking you're more confident about an area than you actually are.

As well as leaving 'breathing room' within your lineart instead of actually...resolving the area. I do this the most around the face and hands.

Hopefully some of this helps? Honestly there's a lot of deep dives that could be done into indivudal things and there's also the massive caveat that all of these are 'guidelines' and not strict rules. I also favour a more...concept-arty? animation-y? storyboard-y? look to my lineart which favours flourishes and breathing room for a incomplete/work-in-progress feel which would make methodical colouring (ie: for a comic or something) a pain.

Keep up pratice is the main thing and doing studies of artists who you like that have great lineart - you'll pick up draughtmanship skills along with the lineart studies. Here's some of my lineart from a year or two ago...it varies between very 'standardised' (which makes it difficult to read volumes and to be honest, it's boring) and 'TOO EXCITING' (which...also makes it difficult to read volumes and for the eye to rest).

I'd like to share my brushes at some point as I've found 3 that I really like and use for everything more or less. I discovered that a shocking low amount of people use PS on tumblr (shocking to me I guess as i'm so used to PS being the standard) and everyone seems to use Procreate or Clip Studio Pro...so I want to check that the brushes are Procreate compatible at least before I share!

#sorry if none of this makes sense. im on day TWO of a hangover...kill me now #asks #art tutorial

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cutielights · 7 months

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AHHHHHHHH! I LOVE UR WORK!!!!!!!!c

If u see this, can you do Rottmnt boys x sister reader? And when I say she’s random, I mean RANDOM

Y/n: Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee i Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee Dee

Donnie: WHAT!?!

Y/n: ……can I have APPY juice?

Donnie: No

Thank u

TYSM LOVLEY <3333 I CRUMPLE OVER AND DIE WHEN PEOPLE SEND IN ASKS LIKE THIS

I’m just putting this as g/n so it can be read as anything and more people are comfortable reading it bc for a while I avoided F! Readers like the plague haha gender dysphoria go brrr

Tw: mild language

Nobody panic. It’s not lol-so-random-xD core.

Rise boys + Random sibling reader (platonic! tcest dni)

Leo

Encourages it

You probably learned it from him let’s be honest

“Let’s poor soup on dads head.”

“Miso or Tomato?”

Giving Raph heart attacks with the shit you guys say

“You’re gonna do w h a t ?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“And afterwards we’re getting door-handles for April.”

“Does she need new door handles?”

“She will.”

Raph

He grew up with this

He is still panicking over the soup incident

He has you, Leo and Mikey sharing a braincell

Wishes you all had one brain cell each

Sometimes you say something that really just throws him off though

Waking him up in the middle of the night just to tell him something

“Crocs are like the Tumblr of footwear.”

“It’s literally five am, please go to sleep.”

“Like here?”

“No. In your room.”

Donnie

Spending your free time annoying him

You guys are siblings that’s basically a free pass

In your eyes at least

“Do you think you could make like a cheap jungle, bigger than like Russia?”

“A, a cheap jungle?”

“Yeah that’s what I said.”

*cue a long rant on why making a functioning jungle wouldn’t be cheap in any way due to inflation and costs and buying the land and the seeds and creating a functioning ecosystem god forbid you want to put animals in there*

“Yeah but like, could you though?”

“Did you even LISTEN?”

He then kicked you out of his room

Mikey

Matching each other’s energy

“I kinda feel like a soggy plate of broken pottery.”

“Mood.”

“With cheese on it.”

“Just like a pizza.”

“Pineapple pizza? Nah, the next step is grape pizza.”

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?”

Embodiment of dumb and dumber

Both of you probably have adhd let’s be completely honest here

Getting distracted at least ten times during five minutes

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wave2tyun · 2 months

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eyes locked, hands locked | ☆

pairing: prince!soobin x reader

genre: royal!au, fluff<3

prompts: - “was that your first kiss?”

- “stop looking at me like that”

warnings: none!

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i apologise for the long wait my lovely anon!!😔😔💞 have fun reading hehe!! :DD<3💞💓💖💘💞 honestly, going through this one again really makes me want to have another go at royal aus, perhaps something longer?? but at the same time i have too many wips going on and AHHHHHHHH i wish the fics would write themselves as fast as my thoughts go through my brain<//3

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

there was nothing more besides the cheery, tiny crickets in the grass that kept you company in the coldness of the night.

while everybody else was busy running around the castle, setting food down on the tables or balancing the champagne-filled glasses on silver trays, your one and only job was to watch over the garden’s flower section, careful so as not to let any curious kids wander off around the perimeter and trample all over them in the darkness.

that was how you were supposed to spend your evening: pacing around the cobblestone pathway, watching the moon and stars, feeling your heart ache as the grand classical music pierced the silence at midnight, wondering if soobin had found himself a partner to dance with, to hold close, to court.

you could tell that the chore had been specially tailored for you by the queen: it kept you away from the ballroom, the guests, and most importantly, from her son. she wasn’t exactly fond of the way the relationship between the two of you had been evolving- your presence left a bitter taste in her mouth, she couldn’t risk having you, a maid, impede the royal family from continuing their pure, blue blood heritage.

you were way too absorbed by the dancing silhouettes you could see from the windows -wishing that you, too, could slip inside- that you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching.

soobin was right behind your back, out of breath, hands slightly sweating while he looked at your figure. he wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you in tightly as he tenderly embraced you “i missed you” you heard him whisper, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

you couldn’t fight back the smile taking over your face, feeling relief that he was alongside you, and not with some stranger, holding them close to his chest, swaying them across the dance floor “how did you sneak out?”

“beomgyu helped me- he made a mess at the dining table while attempting to pull a magic trick” soobin chuckled, remembering the way all the plates and glasses flew in the air as his friend pulled at the table cloth “needless to say, my parents were too astounded to keep their eyes on me”

you laughed at his explanation, knowing beomgyu, the incident must have been much more ridiculous than anything you could ever imagine. he sacrificed himself just so that the two of you could meet. however, the royal family adored him too much to ever throw him out, not matter how chaotic his endeavours were.

“i missed this” soobin placed a kiss on your right shoulder “-and this” he sweetly pecked your cheek, then spun your body around so that you could fully face him. the dim light shining from the lamp poles illuminated your features, giving them a gentle, mellow glow, and, perhaps without even realising it, soobin was leaning closer towards your lips. your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed how short the distance between you was getting, and yet, you allowed him to do it- to close the remaining gap.

you were stiff, anxious, forgetting to close your eyes or at least kiss him back, your mind could only focus on the softness of his lips and how his hand began to trail further down your waist. soobin separated himself from you hesitantly, not too much, only to the point where you could still feel his breath fanning on your face “i apologise, did i go too far-“

“no- that’s not the case” you cut him off. there was a tremble in your voice and it was impossible for him to tell whether it was from anger, sadness, or perhaps nervousness. you tapped your lips with your fingers, struggling the words that wouldn’t make this more embarrassing for you than it already was.

soobin’s head tilted to the side, expecting you to go on further. he couldn’t quite understand why you just stood there when he kissed you, like a statue devoid of emotion. you had always been cold on the surface, mostly unaccepting of any external forces. that didn’t stop soobin from delving deeper inside your heart, he knew that, in reality, behind all your pretending, you were warm, a certain kind of warmth that he’d crave more and more as time went on.

which is why, despite all the distance you had desperately tried to place between the two of you over the years, he still found himself calling out for you. it was inevitable- you were pulling him in like a magnet.

the flowers seemed to pick at his interest only when he walked around the garden with you. maybe because he was all too immersed by your gaze, wanting to find out which plant had your wholehearted attention. maybe it was because he wanted you to look at him that way too- or, maybe he just dreamed of gifting you a bouquet of all your favorite flowers, all handpicked by him from the garden.

the pastries tasted better whenever you were the one who made them, not mr. hughes, the main chef, or any of the other maids. so, each time he spotted a fresh batch made by you in the castle’s kitchen, he’d place one in his mouth stuffing his pockets with at least four more pieces. the butter from the sweets turned the fabric into a dirty, buttery mess, which the maids on cleaning duty loved to complain about. they couldn’t get how, at some point during the week, the pants in his laundry basket managed to reach this state.

he couldn’t deny it, he was completely, thoroughly infatuated by you.

“it’s all new to me” you attempted to reveal the truth, unaware of how vague your statement must have sounded.

soobin continued to look at you with a purely clueless look “what is?” the tone of his voice was a mixture of confusion and concern.

“this” your thumb reached out to graze his lower lip, eyes following the motion. soobin took your hand, holding it against his cheek while smiling.

“was that your first kiss?” his voice quivered as he asked, hiding a laugh. the situation, albeit embarrassing for you, was foolishly endearing for him.

“stop looking at me like that” you dodged his question, returning to your usual, rash behaviour, but soobin knew that you were only doing it out of nervousness.

“why? am i making your heart thump faster?” he whispered, placing a kiss on the inside of your palm “or-“ he leaned down, continuing to speak in a low tone as he reached your ear “perhaps you already want more?”

you gave his shoulder a slight push. where was the flustered boy from a few seconds ago, the one whose eyes widened at the thought of having stolen your first kiss?

“i think you’re getting way too ahead of yourself-”

“i’m not, you’re just afraid” he provoked you, now that it was clear in his mind that you did want the kiss, you just didn’t know how to return it. knowing your ego and short temper, how else could he ensure himself another taste, if not by teasing you?

“afraid of what?” you scoffed.

“of being a bad kisser”

“i’m not-“ your tone sharpened as you looked at him.

“well, how would you know?” he snickered “wasn’t this your first kiss, or am i mistaken?”

by the way he spoke, you could tell that he was enjoying this more and more by the second. catching on to the trap he was leading you to, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, a tangled mixture of his collar and necklace in your hand as you pulled him closer, pressing your lips to his. you didn’t know exactly what to do, you only puckered your lips, hoping that it was enough to make a difference from your earlier kiss. soobin pulled away with a chuckle, tilting your chin up with one finger “i believe you need more practice, sweetheart”

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babyjakes · 10 months

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false god. [blurb.]

〈 disclaimer: this blog posts content not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. minors are strictly prohibited from viewing, sharing, or interacting with this blog. for more information on this blog's commitment to protecting minors, read our full statement here. 〉

event | june '23 ari-themed blurb night

summary | you might just get away with it, the alter is your hips. he'll worship this love.

pairing | sex god!ari levinson x innocent!virgin reader

warnings | err this is long but whatever. one (1) bad taylor reference. sex god!ari (he's his own warning). awakened daddy kink. innocent!virgin!reader (who maybe knows exactly what she's doing lol). mentions of foreplay. stretching. loss of virginity (not graphic or bloody). soft ari turns to strict daddy dom. one (1) spank. choking. little bit of hair pulling. some praise and degradation. i want him i need him he's my whole world—

word count | 967

requested by @foxgloveprincess | what do you think sex god ari would do when after he going out one night, he meets a shy, virginal reader who instantly get his attention. then, when they get home and are getting hot & heavy, she accidentally reveals her daddy kink (in this scenario, ari’s never been called a ‘daddy’ before—which i know sounds ludicrous but still). new kink awakening? or a refusal because he’s so much more? all while ruining her. 🫣

an | ahhHhhHHH omg rach this is so so so brilliant thankyou for this amazing idea!!! i LOVE this ari, he never knew he needed to be a daddy until he heard that single word from such a precious, innocent sweetheart, i hope you enjoy what i did with this!!!

Ari's body is hot and heavy over you as his bare skin brushes against yours, hips rolling slowly as he teases his massive length over your virgin cunt. As he holds himself up, looking down over you as the sliver of moonlight shining in through the window illuminates your tender face, he can't help but pause for a moment, reaching up to cup the soft curve of your chin as he takes in your beauty. "Jesus, sweetheart," he curses under his breath. He's a well-experienced man; you're both well aware of this fact. But looking at you right now, with your soft locks of hair tangled against his pillow below your head, you've got him thinking you're the prettiest little thing he's ever managed to coax through his door.

His tip teases your entrance as you whimper weakly. You're so tiny and tight down there; you could barely take a single finger earlier when he opened you up on his couch, trying to help you prepare for this moment. "Just breathe, angel," the gentle man murmurs over you, stroking your cheek as he continues working the head of his cock against your swollen little clit. You hum sweetly, the sensation sending little sparks of pleasure surging through your core. Ari smiles as he sees you relaxing for him. "That's my girl," he praises as he tells you, "Now I'm just going to start easing it in, okay baby? Keep breathing, and tell me if you need me to slow down or stop."

As soon as he starts working his length inside of you, your whimpers return as you strain against the mattress beneath you. It's a struggle to manage even the tip, as he's not just long, but also incredibly thick. "Shhh," Ari tries to soothe you, still stroking your cheek with his thumb as he goes at a slow, careful pace. "Doing so good for me, pretty girl. Just relax, keep breathing," he reminds you as he continues opening you up.

As he works to fill you with more of him, you feel a harsh stretch beginning to pull at your insides. You cry out in a confused haze of pain and pleasure, the word escaping your lips before you even realize what you're saying— "Daddy..."

Ari stiffens against you, his jaw locking in a stern expression as he groans, "Fuck, baby. What'd you just call me?" His hand trails down to grab at your tit, causing you to squeak lightly in pleasure. A bead of sweat forms on the man's forehead. You're driving him absolutely crazy. And after the word that just slipped from your mouth, he doesn't know if he can temper himself for much longer. He gropes your breast more harshly before reaching back up, grabbing your chin to force you to look up at him. "Tell me," he commands, his voice now void of the patience he was working so hard to manage previously.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment as you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Behaving like this, after such a dirty little slip-up, you're only making things worse for yourself. "P-please Ari," you whimper sweetly.

His eyes narrow. That's not what he was asking for, and you both know it. His hand comes down to close around your throat as he raises an eyebrow at you, his face darkening as he tells you, "I'll give you one more chance. 'Please' what, angel?"

"Please... please Daddy," you sniffle as his massive fingers close in around your poor throat. When he smiles, you see something hell-like sparkling in his eyes before he rips out of you, grabbing you by the waist and flipping you over onto all-fours. "Daddy!" you cry into the pillow below you as his large hand comes up to admire your rounded ass.

"Hush now, pretty baby," Ari murmurs as he positions himself at your entrance, holding your hip in place for himself with one hand as the other guides his throbbing cock to your dripping heat. "Since you wanna be such a filthy little slut, Daddy's gonna fuck you like one. Do you understand?" he asks. When your only response is more muffled whimpers and moans, he cracks his hand down harshly against your bare bottom. Tears burst from your pretty eyes as you let out a sob. "I said, do you understand?" he growls again, grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back to look up at him.

"Y-yes! Yes Daddy," you cry through your tears. Ari can't help but think that you're even more beautiful when you cry like this. His ruined angel, his perfect little toy to wreck and ruin as he pleases. This is all too good to be true, and he knows he would be foolish to treat you with any less than the brutal punishing you're so clearly in need of.

"Good girl," he hums as he begins pushing himself inside of you, the feeling of fullness so intense that your knees tremble, threatening to give out. "Now just try to keep yourself upright, angel, but don't worry if you can't— Daddy will hold you up; Daddy will do everything for you. Don't need to worry about a single thing except laying there and getting fucked. Okay, sweetheart? Do you understand?"

You nod eagerly this time as he continues pushing into you, letting out a heavy groan as his tip finally reaches your ceiling. "There," he breathes, working himself in and out a few times to get you accustomed to his incredible size. "Now hold on tight, little girl," he grins as he pushes you down by the small of your back, getting ready to pound into you like a good daddy should. "Daddy's gonna take what's his now, and you're gonna give it all to me."

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