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norrisleclercf1 · 2 years

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I’m Claiming You

Pairing: Toxic!Charles x Bestfriend!Reader

Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT, toxic, possessive, fuckboi Charles, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), p in v (wear a condom people), you slap Charles, rough sex, improper portals of sex, improper portal of Charles, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, slight breeding kink??, unhealthy relationship, red flag behaviour

Synopsis: you push Charles too far, way too far

It was well known that Charles was gorgeous; you knew that, having grown up with him most of your lives together. Charles held no shame to his looks and body, loving to show them off at the appropriate times. But, it still made you stare at him when you two were together on his yacht, especially since he was tan and looked so damn good smiling and laughing.

You kept it to yourself, but you always had feelings for Charles, feelings you knew you couldn't tell him. He’d never gone for you; you weren't the easy girl who didn't care who she was with, unlike you. You weren't like the girl who always hung around the guys, just wanting to brag about sleeping with an F1 driver. Charles didn't say he wanted to take advantage of the women who made it easy, but you knew whenever you saw a new girl on his arm and was gone after a couple of days.

You kept silent about the girls as you just laid out in the sun enjoying the warmth until you felt a shadow over you; with a slight eye-opening, you saw your friend's teammate, Carlos Sainz. Charles had invited Carlos, Pierre, Max, Lando, and a couple of other friends to join on the yacht and enjoy their break together.

“Can I help you?” A slight smile shows on your face, which has Carlos mirroring the smile.

“Nope, I saw you by yourself and figured I'd come by and see what you were doing.” Carlos sits down next to you, taking note of the way Charles and some of the other drivers are watching.

“Now?” You ask, sitting up. Carlos's eyes can't help but land on your chest and your confidence flaring up and purposely angling, so they look fantastic.

“Yeah, Charles seemed busy, and you were up here alone. Thought I'd keep company.” he pulls his eyes away from your chest to look you in the eye.

Carlos’s eyes were gorgeous, like warm pools of brown sugar and honey mixed into one another. You notice how Carlos moves closer, which has you biting your lip and thinking about tanning without some tan lines.

“Carlos, I was just about to take my top off to tan. You sure you want to stay?” You tease not being severe.

The Spaniard looks up at you and down before breaking out into a giant smile and shaking his head, and leaning over to kiss your cheek, which has their flame.

“Easy, y/n, trying to make me jealous? Or someone else?” He asks, which has you turn your head slightly to see Charles's eyes connect with yours.

No wonder you felt the need to squirm, Charles was full-on glaring at the both of you, but you knew it was simply because Charles hated when the other drivers would talk to you. You didn't think much of it since Charles has always been overprotective of his childhood friend.

“No idea what you're talking about, Carlos.” you try to brush it off but start to shift under Charles’s stare.

“Really? Because the glare im receiving makes me want to die.” He moves closer, and you do too.

Carlos was the first driver to approach you, not afraid to push the limits, you two never got together, but whenever you were lonely and Charles had a girl, you'd go to Carlos. It wasn't right to him; he was a sweet man who was supportive and didn't judge you for your choices. Of course, arguments have broken out over Charles; some time ago, Carlos figured out your feelings for the man.

“Carlos, leave it be; he doesn't care for me, see.” you point out, a blonde girl climbing into his lap and mouths messed together, making you cringe slightly.

“Easy, Amorcito, im just saying you deserve better.” He mumbles, leaning in his nose and bumping yours.

You can't resist and kiss the Spaniard back; his hand trails up your neck, fingers weaving into your sunkissed hair. Melting into him, you pull away and peck his lips before laying your head on his chest.

“I wish-” but he cuts you off by leaning up and kissing you again.

“Don't Y/n, I know already.” He lays back down as you both talk, hands drifting once in a while to your top, making you giggle.

Your laughter floats down to the deck, which has the guys looking up once in a while, one of those moments was when Carlos leans down to kiss you again, which has the guys slightly look at Charles.

They could tell he was slowly reaching his breaking point, the girl on his lap long forgotten about as his jaw ticks tighter and tighter with each giggle and touch. The girl whines, trying to get his attention, but he keeps his eyes on them the entire time.

“Carlos and Y/n are cute together,” Lando mentions having not seen Charles's reaction to what was happening on the sundeck.

“What?” Charles snaps, making Lando look up, utterly clueless about the issue.

“Yeah, they're cute together. I was wondering when they’d be open about their relationship, considering they been sneaking around with each other for a while.” Lando shrugs and cusses, having lost at ping pong against Max, who laughs and serves again for a new game.

Not caring, Charles shoots up the girl, falling into a pile of yelps.

“What the fuck, Charles!” she snaps but doesn't get a response watching the driver bolt upstairs, not even caring anymore, seeing red at the thought of his girl with someone else.

Charles moves up to the sundeck and stops seeing how your top was slowly being untied by Carlos and losses it. Grabbing a towel, he throws it on top of you and yanks you up.

“Fucking hell, y/n, stop being a damn whore.” He snarls, not even giving Carlos time to react before you tumble down below into a private room.

“Let me go, Charles, right fucking now!” you say, slapping him across the face, the both of you frozen. You had let go of the towel, your bikini top now on the ground, but you didn't care at the moment.

“How dare you touch me like that? Im not your fucking property. Don't you ever touch me again.” you move to get past him, but Charles pushes you back onto the bed, fury burning in his eyes.

“You think it's cute to fuck around with my friend? Teammate? Touching, kissing, he was ready to take your top off and almost fuck you in front of us; you're lucky I was there to stop it.” Charles spits and pins your arms down, trying to escape his grasp, but his weight prevents you from ever getting out from under him.

“So what? You fuck anything with a pussy, but caring who or what is around. Honestly, Charles, you are nothing but some fuckboi who doesn't care who he hurts; it's pathetic. Maybe I wanted to fuck Carlos! At least he pays attention to me!” you scream and start to squirm your arms, trying to break his hold.

“You’ll never fuck anyone else; you're fucking mine. Mine.” He growls and pins you down again before kissing you.

You freeze, eyes growing round, feeling Charles's lips on yours. Your brain kicks up, and you moan, relaxing in his hold, feeling his bare chest against your chest. He pulls away, his pupils now wide and chest heaving up and down quickly.

“Char-” but your mouth becomes covered again as his tongue moves slowly in your mouth. You always heard the rumors of his skills, but fuck, was it intoxicating to taste him.

Charles moves, pressing his body more into you, your squirming having made him hard; he pulls back slightly and nips your lips before going to your neck. Biting into your skin, a hiss parts your lips arching up into his body, grinding more into him.

“Gonna mark your skim, let Carlos and the others know damn well who you belong to.” He whispers in your ear before biting your ear lobe and sitting up, staring down at you.

You were a mess, hair messy, skin flushed, and lips bruised and red from the kisses. Charles scans your body before settling on your tits and smirks, his forefinger and thumb pinching one of your nipples, making you arch up, choking on a moan.

He loved hearing those sounds; he's cummed to your sounds before. There was a night he came over without telling you and caught you in the shower, the shower head pressed tight against your pussy. You were whimpering his name, almost like you were picturing his face between your legs, and you were.

He left soon after watching you cum; skin flushed from the high heat of the water; now he'd be able to bring that go a reality.

“Charles,” you whine, trying to rub your pussy against his obvious boner.

“Shhhh, baby, im getting there; we aren't going to rush this.” he groans, arching down, watching your bottom form a little wet spot as he rubs himself between your slight folds.

“Please...please, it hurts,” you whine, not caring if you sounded pathetic; you needed this, you craved this, fuck, it was your drug.

“Beg some more.” he groans, his fingers skimming both sides of your hip, goosebumps raise, his fingers cold. He chuckles, seeing your tits perk up even more, and watches as he pulls your bottoms off.

He groans lowly, seeing his wet and tan you were, fuck your skin glowed compared to the small patch of skin that wasn't kissed by the sun, but it was about to be kissed by him.

“Charles, please, fuck, I need you. Please, you my drug, and I want my high. Please, fuck me into a mess, make me yours.” You whimper, and Charles smirks and dives down, hooking your kegs over his shoulders.

You could've cummed right then with the sight of his face buried between your pussy. His eyes are burning into you, his golden skin making him look like a Greek god. Charles's tongue wastes no time splitting you open, his lips sucking in your clit, not caring if he was messy; he needed you, wanted to taste you.

“Charles!” you gasp, arching up into his mouth, bucking as if you've never had an orgasm before. His large hands push your hips down and pull away, kissing your thigh.

“Don't rush me; I've wanted to eat you for years, don't take this away from me.” He kisses your clit, before going back to work.

He feels a burn-in sensation on his scalp and smirks, your fingers pulling his hair as you grind harder against his tongue.

“M close.” you whimper, head spinning and body unable to handle the pleasure he was giving you.

“Cum for me.” He whispers and sucks your clit before scrapping his teeth against the sensitive bud, bringing you over the edge. You shake, hips still rubbing against his lips coming down from the high. Charles pulls away and discards his swim trunks, his hands massaging your legs.

“Y/n, I don't have a condom.” He cusses in French, which has you huffing and weighing your options.

“I'm clean,” you whisper, which has Charles's eyes snap to yours, that lust and hunger burning brighter now.

“What?” voice caught in his throat, not believing what he was about to do. He always dreamed of fuckin you, how you’d be warm and coil around him, sucking the very life out of him.

“I'm clean; if you're clean, then I don't care, Jesus; just fuck me as you own me, Charles,” you whisper, sitting up, legs wrapping around his waist. You feel him twitch between your legs and smile, loving the way you affect him.

“I do own you ma salope.” You shiver at his word choice.

Charles smirks and pulls you closer before slowly positioning himself to enter you. You swallow thickly and feel yourself freezing up, making you stiff in his arms. Charles stops and looks up seeing the fear in your eyes and pulls away hands soothing your hair.

“Dont leave.” you humble catching him off guard, he catches himself and looks you dead in the eye.

“I won't leave, once I enter you, you're mine, body, soul, heart, pussy.” he whisper the last part kissing your neck. “You’ve always been mine, trust me, when I fuck you, you’ll never get rid of me.” he doesn't give you a chance to respond before he slides into you, with one single stroke.

Charles wasn't necessarily significant, but he was of average size, but his girth was no joke; you felt that burn of the stretch, breathless from the slight pain.

He gives you a moment before he feels the way you melt and starts with a quick stroke, he moves standing up and moves and enters you quickly again. He can't help but stumble backwards holding you against him.

“I'm gonna fuck you against the wall ma salope, like the dirty girl you are.” he groans and flips you around the leverage having him start slamming into you.

“Fuck! Yes!” With your legs around his waist, he can angle himself perfectly into you. His thrusts are harsh and quick, but he moves, to drop you before shoving you down on the bed. Your back is arched as he stares at your swollen pussy wet from his mouth, your orgasm. He moves and slams back into, you and reaches around pulling you up by the neck hand squeezing it making yin see stars with the way his hand engulfs your throat practically claiming you.

This time his thrusts are deep but slow drawing it out of, you, the whines, whimpers, the begging of wanting to cum. He tried too hard to draw this out, but you held onto him tight; he loved how you felt, never wanting to leave.

“Cum in me, please, Charles. Claim me, im yours, only yours.” you cry, unable to hold off the orgasm much longer, which has Charles groan, picking up his pace yet again, slowly losing control.

He falls, his body wrapping around yours as he fucks into you like a starved animal; he freezes, feeling your pussy clamp down on him as you cry out, muscles spasming from the intense orgasm. When you let him go slightly, he fucks fast and feels his release, his powers locking up as he spills into you, loving the way you shake from the way he cums in you.

You are his, no matter where and who you were with; at the end of the day, he was the only one to claim you.

“Charles.” you groan, feeling sticky and exhausted.

“I'm not leaving.” He whispers, refusing to pull out, wanting to keep you here. He moves you slightly and lays down next to you.

“You're still inside me.” You mumble, shifting around.

“Damn right I am because at the end of the day, im the only one who'll fuck you like the whore you are, remember that.” He whispers, kissing you deeply.

This was going to end poorly, you knew this, but right now, you didn't care for the signs of how dangerous this was going to be when it all ended, one of you weren't going to survive this, you just weren't sure which one it would be.

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vase-of-lilies · 11 months

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A Hard Week

❀ Mommies!WandaNat x Little!Reader (F)

❀ Stress, MD/LG themes, slight coercion but good coercion, baby talk, little reader, slight psychotic break but just a breakdown, crying, cuddling, poly relationship

❀ Request: A fic where reader is having a really bad week and just breaks down one day because she’s so anxious and stressed. Wanda and Nat see this and takes the time out to help her get little and let her relax.

❀ A/N: Request sent in by @fragilepuppi! Thank you for your kind words, and I am thinking about moving the toy lion, the scarlet witch and the tiny wardrobe to Tumblr again! But thank you for the super kind words and thank you for reblogging and being so interactive with my stories:) Gif by me:)

Finals week. The dreaded week in college where professors become serious, strict, and pushy. The week where they don’t care about your mental health, only your grades. You, an overachiever is their most vulnerable target for pushiness. If they say to redo it, you don’t ask why, you find what you did wrong on your own and fix it yourself. Feeling like an inconvenience if you ask for help.

It was taking a toll on you, and Wanda and Nat could tell. You would shut yourself in your room for hours on end, studying and taking notes like a machine. But you aren’t a machine, you needed to eat, drink, shower, and sleep. And you did none of that. You pushed your own needs away to keep your head in the game to get a good final grade. It was your last year after all, before you got your degree!

Every hour, Wanda or Natasha would come in with a new glass of water and some snacks wanting to make sure that you were getting what you need. But to their disappointment they found a full plate and a half drunken cup of water, the ice fully melted and condensed onto the outside of the cup. As your music blasted into your headphones, they could only do so much. They would give you a kiss, and watch you for a few minutes before closing your door and waiting for the next hour to arrive.

“Im really worried about her, she is pushing herself to the limit and we haven’t seen our little girl in a while.” Wanda says to Nat as they cuddle on the couch. They were so worried about you, and only wanted to see you happy and not stressed. Natasha agrees, sighing as she holds Wanda to her chest.

“I know hon, I just want to scoop her up and hold her until she falls asleep. There are more empty coffee cups in her trash than empty water bottles. This week is killing her.”

Wanda sighed into her girlfriends shirt and Watched the slideshow of pictures that filled the TV screen when it turned off. The pictures of you three made her smile. Your eyes were bright and full of emotion, not tired and emotionless. Your smile was genuine, not a simple acknowledgment of Wanda or Nat when they come into your room.

“I hate how much she loves to work. She works too hard, and I don’t know how to help her. I know this week is important to her, but even with the coffee she still looks exhausted. I want our little girl back.” Natasha nods and kisses Wandas forehead, and thinks of a plan to help you take a break.

What the women were not expecting was you to come out of your room. Tears were pooled in your eyes and you looked so tired. They sat up a little bit and looked at each other, knowing that they need to bring their little out of her shell. “Hi Angel, its good to see you out of your room.” Wanda says, reaching out her hands to you.

As you see them happy to see you, the dam breaks and you let out a small sob as tears fall down your cheeks. Wanda gently pulls you to sit in between her and Nat and she rubs your back to comfort you.

“Oh angel, shh, its ok, your mommies are here.” Wanda whispers, looking to Nat with the look. She reaches into the drawer next to the couch and brings out your teddy bear pacifier. She doesn’t push it on you just yet, wanting you to come out when you felt ready.

“Doll, can you tell us what’s wrong?” Natasha asks you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I- I just can’t t-t-take it anymore. Mr. Jordan j-just wants to see me suffer. He doesn’t want m-me to succeed.” Your tears fall onto your shirt, and you clench your fists in your lap. “He told me to redo a paper four times, and I still can’t tell what’s wrong with it. I ran it th-through grammar check after grammar check and he just throws it in his digital trash bin like its a line scribbled by a 2 year old. I- I want to quit school, Im so done!”

Wanda looks down at you with sad eyes, and says “Its alright Angel, can you tell mommy what you need?” She tries to coax you into your little space, knowing you need it more than they do. Natasha lays you back on the couch and cups your cheek. “You can trust us, doll. Can you talk to your mommies so we can help?”

Their voices become a little higher, the type of tone they talk to you with when you go into your little space. You subconsciously took note of this, and the little voice inside your head whispers for you to let go. You curl in on yourself as you let your little space take over.

“Wanna cuddle... M-maybe baf?” Your pronunciation is a little wonky, now that you are falling into your little space by the second. Nat smiles and shows you your paci. Your eyes light up and you happily open your mouth as she puts the binkie to your lips. Wanda smiles and kisses your forehead as you lay against her, Natasha pulling you both into her lap on the big couch.

“Such a good little doll, your mommies got you, you’ll be ok.” Natasha whispers, running her fingers through your tangled hair, being careful not to pull too hard on getting the knots out. Wanda gently tickles your arm to relax you, and your eyes become heavy.

“Seepy, so seepy…” You whisper passed the pacifier in your mouth, and Natasha looks down at you. “Sleep little doll, we’ve got you, and you’re in a safe place. Not even mean Mr. Jordan can get you here.” She smiles at your little giggle, knowing that your professor is your biggest enemy when you are little.

As the two women calm you down and wipe your tears, Wanda uses her telepathic powers to start the bathtub from the couch. Your ears perk at the sound of the running water, but you fall back asleep in her arms. “We’ll get you in the bath when you wake up, doll. Ok?” You nod in your sleep, sniffling every now and then but finally able to calm down in your mommies arms.

It was just what you needed in the hardest and most stressful week of your college life. Relaxing in your girlfriend's arms in a mental place that makes you feel safe. You are so grateful for them, and couldn’t thank them enough. Well, maybe when you are back in your big space you could find a way to thank them. For now, you are happy and getting better, just as your mommies wanted to help you.

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nctsplug02 · 1 year

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hello!! i would like to request some sweet love making with johnny after being separated for months? thank you!!

meant to be suh.j

GENRE: fluff, smut and angst.

WARNINGS: johnny has a mean/nice gf, second chance au, kissing, slight drinking, flirting, mentions of twins, divorced parents, unprotected sex, and crying.

“but, mommy!” the girls whine. “girls— no! we’re not inviting your father to the cabin trip! plus, there isn’t room for him.” you shrug.

“he can sleep on the couch, mommy!” they girls pout and cling onto you. “aaannndd,” jaeri, your oldest extends. “we know you still love daddy.. right here.” she pokes above your left breast.

you sigh.

she’s right.

you hate how she’s exactly like her dad. maybe this could be a chance to build back the relationship you had with him months ago.

“fine. i guess i can ask him to come along. you girls owe me.” the girls cheer and run around while you cover your ears, keeping them from bleeding.

DINGDONG!

“i’ll get it, mama!” jaeri squeals and darts for the door. “no, i’ll get it!” hewon chases after her sister and runs past her.

“girls, girls.” you sigh and speed walk towards them. “mommy will get the door.” the girls whine as you open the door to find a women standing there.

you look over her shoulder when hearing a door slam. your husband— ex. husband. your ex husband was walking up the walkway with two duffel bags.

“it is freezing!” the women says and pushes past you while rubbing her mittens together “maybe because you’re wearing a tennis skirt in the middle of winter.” you mutter under your breath.

“hey, y/n.” the gorgeous, 6’2 man smiles down at you. it was a pleased smile. a relieved smile. “johnny. good to see you, again.” he nods and the corners of his lips twitch.

you mentally smack yourself. “i’m sorry— come in.” johnny laughs and walks in. “wow,” johnny sighs and he looks around. “i haven’t been here in forever.”

he slightly jumps when seeing his girls. “daddy!” they both squeal and climb on his legs. “girls! girls! let your dad rest. i’m sure the drive was already tiring enough.” you pull the girls off while johnny laughs and watches you struggle.

“uh.. i see you brought someone with you.” johnny shrinks. the blood from his face drains and his eyebags deepen. “yeah.. mayce. she’s my girlfriend.” you bite your lip and nod. “since there’s two of you— i will take the pull out couch.”

“what, no?!” you’re shocked by johnnys reaction. “what do you mean no? there’s just me! i’m totally fine with sleeping on the pull out couch. now, cmon! let’s go bring your bags upstairs.” you grab his bags and run upstairs before he can say anything.

johnny sighs and drops his arms. “daddy! come play with us!” jaeri pulls johnnys hand and he chuckles. “yes, but can daddy rest first? daddy is very tired from driving.” jaeri and hewon frown. “okay, daddy. we understand.” hewon says with a firm nod.

you regret this.

inviting johnny to the rented out cabin you and him went to several years ago— you got pregnant after the trip.

“johnny,” mayce sighs as she kicks off her limited edition boots. “come rub my feet. they hurt from the long drive.” johnny takes a slow breath in and exhales slowly. “sure, babe.” johnny walks to the living room and starts to rub her feet.

“ow, babe!” mayce whines and yanks her feet from johnny. “you’re doing it too rough! do it softer.” she plants her foot back down in johnnys hands. “okay, im sorry.”

“hey guys. are you guys hungry? i’m just about to make some dinner.” johnny drops mayce’s feet causing a huff and a whine from her. “i’ll help. it’s the least i can do after letting you pay for this whole place.” you hesitate but then nod.

johnny follows you to the kitchen and washes his hands. “so, what can i help you with?” johnny asks while drying off his hands. “uh, you could.. cut up the meat.” you open up the fridge and pull out the pack of pork you bought before heading to the cabin.

“should i cut it into small pieces or big pieces?” johnny asks collecting the pack of meat from you. “small. the girls hate big chunks of meat.” johnny softly laughs and tears open the clear wrap. “right.”

“uh.. i’ll cut the veggies.” johnny nods and you grab the onions, bell peppers, tomatoes and broccoli from the fridge.

over five minutes you’d finished cutting up the bell peppers while johnny was taking his time cutting up the meat.

the onions were peeled so all you had to do was cut it. you cut the ends and stand it on one of the cut sides before cutting it straight down the middle. you grab one of the cut onions and you slice it thinly.

“oh, shit.” you mutter under your breath and feel your eyes start to tear when you move onto the other one.

you sniffle and johnny lifts his head to find you wiping your nose with the back of your hand. his eyebrows quirk up and he sets the knife down. “y/n?” you slightly jump when his voice is heard right next to your ear.

“hm?” you turn your head, eyes wide open when seeing how close his face was. “are you crying?” he cups your face and your eyes shift down to stare at his hands. “n—no—?” you go to shrug him off but he wipes your tears.

johnny then stops and brings his eyes back to yours. it’s full on silence in the kitchen— besides your daughters screaming in the other room over who’s doll gets a boyfriend.

“uh.. johnny.. i wasn’t crying.” he doesn’t budge— instead, his eyes move down to your lips. “i—it was the onions!” you say quickly and johnny looks down at your cutting board. “oh,” he steps back and stands up straight. “i’m sorry.” you shake your head and clear your throat. “it’s.. fine.”

johnny bites his lip and returns to his spot.

how fucking awkward.

“kids! dinners ready! and, uh.. may.. cee—? come eat, everyone!” you say placing the last dish on the table while johnny grabs the cups from the cabinet.

“finally,” mayce sighs and sits down in an open seat. “it’s been hours.” she sets her phone down and then slightly gasps. “um.. hm.” she softly laughs and looks up at you. “i actually can’t eat meat— vegetarian.” she tucks her hair behind her ear.

you cover your mouth. “oh, i’m so sorry. i didn’t know— johnny didn’t inform me!” mayce bites her lip and looks to the side. “it’s fine.. i’ll just go to bed with an empty stomach.” she sighs and you shake your hands and head when she gets up to leave.

“no, no! stay! i can quickly whip something up for you— i’m sure we still have veggies!” you run to the kitchen and johnny looks at you in confusion. “what’s the rush?” you shake your head, grabbing a pan and grabbing a few extra veggies.

half an hour rolls by and johnny comes into the kitchen. “hey, we’ve been waiting for you. are you coming—?” he looks over your shoulder to see you presenting a veggie pasta.

“what’s that?” you hold up the plate. “it’s a veggie pasta!” you say with full satisfaction. “but we have dinner on the table?” johnnys thumb points back toward the door. “yes but, mayce’s a vegetarian— which, you didn’t inform me about— so, i told her i’d make something for her.”

johnny scoffs and you turn. “what?” you scrunch your face. “jealous that i didn’t cook you something personally?” you tease and johnny softly laughs. “no.. it’s just.. she isn’t a vegetarian.” your head jerks back with a shocked face.

“but, she— she said she is??” johnny laughs when hearing your squeaky voice. “no, she just doesn’t like vegetables.” he laughs and take the plate from you. “and she especially hates broccoli.” he says looking at the cutely places broccoli.

“goodness— she’s more picker than our girls over there.” johnny laughs and you join him. “she sure is. and on the topic of our girls— they’re super hangry so let’s go eat before they start eating their play doh.” you laugh and nod.

you follow johnny and mayce sets her phone down with a heavy sigh and a forced smile. “smells good— oh, broccoli.” she gulps and stares down at her plate that had broccoli on it. “it’s fine, i can just take it off.” she mutters quickly and picks up her fork.

not even a thank you?

“who’s hungry, huh?” johnny asks and sits next to mayce.

the girls cheer in excitement and stand on their knees.

“i am! i am!” jaeri yells.

“me! me!” hewon raises her hand.

johnny laughs and scoops some rice into their bowls— along with some of the meat you and him made together.

“mommy, i don’t like onion.” jaeri frowns and rubs her mouth when seeing the onions. “i do!” hewon squeals and moves her bowl towards jaeri’s bowl. “put yours in my bowl, please!”

jaeri does and then looks into hewon’s bowl. “mm.. can i have your bell peppers?” jaeri asks— her shy tone making you and johnny smile both at the same time. “sure! i don’t like them anyway.” jaeri shimmies and grabs the bell peppers from hewon’s bowl and into hers.

“thank you, hewon!” jaeri giggles and begins to eat.

you sigh and look down when seeing your bowl was filled up. you look up at johnny who grins at you before looking away and filling up his plate.

you bite your lip and smile, grabbing your utensils and digging in. “thank you for the food, y/n.” johnny says while blowing on his food. “mhm— thank you for helping me.” johnny nods.

you sigh, grabbing your book off the wooden coffee table— along with your wine glass that was filled to the rim.

“hey,” you let out a scream before it’s muffled by an overly large hand. “shh shh,” johnny whispers and calms you down.

he finally removes his hand from your mouth and you heave. “what the absolute fuck, johnny?! i could’ve had a heart attack.” you set your wine down— plus your book.

“i’m sorry.” johnny apologizes and hugs his pillow.

wait, his pillow?

“mayce kicked me out of bed.” he says as if he’d read your mind. “oh,” you fiddle with your nails. “here, come have a drink with me and you can tell me what happened if you want.” johnny grins and walks around the couch, sitting on one side and leaving the other for you.

you leave and quickly come back with another wine glass. “so, what happened?” you ask, filling his glass up with wine. “well.. basically,” you hand johnny the wine and he says a quick ‘thank you’ before continuing.

“uhm, i’d told her that i wanted to.. end things.” you gasp and johnny softly chuckles. “because things with her didn’t feel right.” he finishes. “seriously?” johnny nods and sips his wine.

you grab your glass and you quickly gulp some wine.

johnnys a free man now.. he’s a free man again. he could be all yours— all you had to do was make a move—?

no! get your head out of your ass! he just broke up with the girl for gods sake!

“wow, im so sorry, johnny.” johnny laughs and shakes his head. “it’s fine. we were only together for two months.” johnny presses his lips together.

“well, since you’ve been kicked out of your only place,” you sigh. “i can help you with the pull out the bed and i can go sleep with the girls.” johnny shakes his head and quickly declines. “no, no, y/n.”

you go to protest but johnny stops you. “it’s fine if we share the pull out together— right? we’ve slept in the same bed before— i mean, o—only if you’re fine with it.” you laugh, he was so cute when flustered. “that’s fine, johnny. but, hey, if you didn’t want to be alone for the night— you could just say so.” you joke but johnny doesn’t laugh.

“right?” you laugh awkwardly and nervously.

“y/n, i don’t want to be alone.” johnny says and you blink repeatedly.

how do you respond?

johnnys thumb messes around with the rim of his glass. “not just for tonight.” more information, please johnny.

“not ever.” he sets his wine glass down.

“i— what.. what do you mean?” johnny grabs your wine glass and sets it down before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you on him. your leg straddling him, hands on his shoulders— your body stiff as ice.

his gaze made your panties dampen. “what i’m saying is that.. i miss you.” his thumbs rub circles on your hips. “i miss us.”

i miss us too; the voice in your head cried.

“johnny,” you could feel your eyes burning. “i miss you, too. i miss us.. so badly.” johnny bites his lips and softly laughs.

“oh, mama.” johnny coos and hugs you tightly. your hands hesitate to hug him back. “oh, how i’ve missed you.” he inhales your scent and you squeeze your eyes more tighter.

you didn’t want your tears to fall but they did either way.

“don’t cry, baby. please don’t cry.” johnny wipes your tears and presses his lips onto yours. “i’ve just— missed you so much.” you sigh and wipe your eyes. “i’ve missed you, too, baby.” johnny grins.

“i felt like.. without you i was gonna go nuts.” you confess and johnny laughs. “it’s so good to have you back in my arms. i tried so hard to not think about you whenever mayce was around. it was so hard.” you brush the back of his hair down.

“like, there would be times where she did the dishes— she’d have songs on just like you— and the songs would be the songs you to listen to.” you frown— johnny had a type.

secret eye roll.

johnny stares at you for a bit in silence before softly laughing with a smile. “god, i’ve missed you.” he sighs and grabs your cheeks, pulling your lips to his.

“uch,” johnny exclaims. “if only we had the bedroom right now.”

did he want to.. have sex?

“i mean, there isn’t anything wrong with.. doing it here?” johnnys lips part. “i meant.. to like.. sleep in. b— but that works, too!” he tugs you closer.

you bite your lip, holding yourself back from kissing him. “should we pull out the bed?” johnny nods and you hop off his lap.

you watch at johnny pushes the couch back a bit so there’s room. then the two of you pull the cushions off and toss them aside before johnny tugs out the bed where it unfolds into a queen size mattress.

johnny reaches down and pushes down on the mattress. the springs squeeze and johnny quickly jerks his head to the side before looking up at you.

“looks like we’re gonna have to be a bit more careful.” johnny grins at your flustered face. “climb on, mama.” you climb on the bed with caution as the bed sinks and the springs cry.

johnny joins and you bounce when he carefully plops down on his back. “careful— i don’t wanna pay for this if we break it!” you say, straddling johnny with his help. “if we break it, i’ve got it covered. no need to worry.”

you shimmy your hips, making yourself more comfortable in his lap. “fuck,” he groans and dips his head back. “i’ve missed this so much.” he rubs your thighs and rests them on your ass cheeks.

johnny then reaches over and grabs the folded blanket, unfolding it and covering his feet all the way to your waist.

“get these sweats off, ma.” the man is rock solid below you. “say it nicely.” you gasp as he flips you with your hands pinned above your head. “get your sweats off, ma.” he repeats.

“please.” he adds.

you bite your lip and shake your hips. johnny looks down and fixes the way his hands are pinning your down. he frees on hand and pulls down your sweats.

“looks like someone was planning to be fucked, hm?” you blush as johnny points out your baby blue panties. “was not.. just.. felt like wearing something sexy.” you say with a slight whine.

the baby blue panties johnny favorited when the two of youse were married.

johnny smirks, pushing it aside and uses his fingers to tease your slit. “fuck, you’re so wet, ma.” your knees buckle jerk with the way his fingers brush your clit.

“j—johnny,” you gasp and toss your hands around the back of his neck. “stop touching me like that and fuck me already.” you demand.

johnny chuckles at your needy whines. “i’ve gotta prep you, baby. it’s been months since we’ve last had sex.” you shudder at the feeling of his finger slipping into your pussy.

“oh, god.” you drop a hand on your forehead and stare at the wooden ceiling, afraid to meet the mans eyes. “look at me, baby.” you shut your eyes and shake your head. “cmon, baby.” johnny encourages you.

you slowly blink your eyes open and tilt your chin down, bringing your eyes onto his. “good girl.” you gasp and kick your knees against his hips when feeling him slip in another finger.

“goodness, ma. you’re so fucking tight.” you groan in embarrassment. “how long has it been since this pussy of yours been fucked?” your cheeks flush.

should you lie and brag about getting dick when you haven’t (just to piss him off) or should you just be straight up?

“i..” you start but stop. “you can tell me.” the movements of his fingers slow down. “ever since our divorce.” you whisper.

you had sex with someone a few weeks after the divorce. you’d slightly fell into a hole of depression and had a one night stand. a mistakenly one night stand.

“that’s alright, baby. i’ll take good care of you tonight. really good care.” johnny says planting a kiss all over your face.

your hands slip from his neck and to his jaw. you cup his face and stare into his eyes while he fingered you.

you could feel his fingers scissoring you and brushing your g-spot. “oh, johnny.” you moan and dig your nails below his ear.

“i—im cumming, jo—john—!” you squeal and johnny slaps a hand over your mouth. “shhh, shhh.” your wide eyes shaking in their sockets.

your legs tighten around johnnys waist when feeling your orgasm hit you. your eyes squeezing shut in fear of someone catching the two of you.

“fuck,” johnny groans softly.

you peek an eye open to see him tossing his head back and his neck flexing. you blink your eyes open to see johnny clearly as he tips his head back down.

“baby, you’re so fucking tight.” johnny hisses and pulls out his fingers. “fuck.” he clicks his tongue and plops his fingers into his mouth.

johnny groans around them and pulls them out. “you taste so sweet.” he licks his lips and undoes the strings of his sweats.

“i think you’re ready, don’t you?” you nod, eyes busy focusing on him sliding his sweats and briefs down to his knees.

“oh, shit.” you groan and drop your head back down onto your pillow when seeing the hard, nine inch dick standing and waiting and leaking precum.

johnny scoots up and sits up on his knees with your legs resting on his thighs. “i’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” he holds his cock lightly and taps it along your slit.

“oh, god.” you moan, growing more needier for his cock. “please, johnny.” you beg, hands gripping the corners of the pillow.

“since you’re asking so nicely.” he dips his tip into you shallowly before pushing himself in fully.

you gasp loudly but johnny rests himself on you and quiets you.

your body quivers and you squeeze your eyes tight while your nails scratch his back. “fuck.” johnny curses and arches his back.

“let’s not leave marks, again, ma.” johnny grunts and pushes himself back up. “how are you? does anything hurt? any pain? discomfort?” you shake your head, letting out shallow breaths.

“um.. no, i feel fine. my hips feel a bit sore.. just a little bit.” you say with nods. “we can fix that later,” he leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead. “little massage later for the lady, yeah?” you nod.

there’s a silent pause— beside the wood cackling and popping. “you.. you can move now.” johnny massages your hips and nods his head to the side before picking up your hips and slowly forcing his hips forward.

you wince a bit and shift your hand to his chest, firmly resting it there, telling him to be gentle. “my god,” you sigh, curling up his cotton shirt in your fist.

“would you prefer to cockwarm?” you shake your head. “no, please, no. i’ve missed this. i’ve missed us. i want this, john.” johnny drops his head between your neck and groans.

his grip on your hips tighten and his hips start to thrust. minute by minute the bed springs start to squeak from the way johnny rocked his hips into yours.

“here we go, ma.” johnny yanks the pillow next to you and shoves it under your hips. “wha—? oh, my!” you gasp, johnnys cock bumping into your g-spot.

johnny rests his thumb on your clit and instantly, you melt. your body shrinks and shivers as your orgasm grows closer.

“fuck— don’t do that!” you laugh and attempt to push away johnnys hand but he pins it down beside your head before quickly bringing his hand back down to your hips.

“you feel amazing.” johnny whispers and kisses your shoulder. “you’re amazing in general.” you slightly giggle but are interrupted by your orgasm smashing against you.

your knees fly up and together. your head flies back and your mouth hangs open.

“fuck,” johnny curse and rolls his hips once more before loading his load into you.

your hand finds his locks and your fingers are tangle themselves in his locks. johnny winces a bit as you yank on his hair.

you and johnny stay stuck for a while until he silently gets up and leaves to the dark kitchen. he comes back with several damp tissues and silently wipes your thighs and between them.

he was.. very silent.

had he regretted this?

a ping stung your heart as you started to overthink his silent-ness.

“johnny?” he hums and continues to wipe you clean. “can you look at me please?” he looks up as you but you can’t read his face or eyes.

“do you regret what we did? i mean.. i understand if you do—?” your eyes fly to the tissues being tossed onto the table next to the couch.

“regret? baby, no. i’m so happy we’re back together.” johnny cups your face and kisses you several times. “but, you’re being quiet.. really quiet.” you shrug and tug the blanket up to your chest.

johnny scoots closer and cups your face once, again. “i’m just processing what we did. it feels like.. if i blink.. you’re going to disappear and this whole thing was just a dream. i don’t want that, baby. i want you with me forever.”

you throw your arms around his and you yank him onto you. “i’m going to cry if you continue so please don’t.” you and him laugh before he pulls away.

“i can’t believe this is real.” his hands explore your face. “it feels like a dream.” johnny softly laughs and brings his lips onto yours.

“need a snack? water?” you shake your head, resting your forehead on his. “just sleep. my hips are killing me.” you laugh and johnny nods. “cmon, then.” he flips until he’s resting in his spot.

johnny turns his head to you and lays out his arm. “cuddle?” you nod and join him in bed.

once you’re laid down, johnny rolls his arm and tightens it around you. “hopefully when i wake up, you aren’t gone.”

johnny presses a kiss on your head and sighs. “i love you, y/n.” you sigh and smile widely. “i love you too, johnny.”

“mommy and daddy are sleeping together!” a voice squeals and footsteps around heard jumping around.

you crack and eye open and attempt to sit up but a heavy arm pins you down. “don’t leave just yet.” a croaky voice croaks.

you sigh and give up in your attempt of trying to escape.

“mommy, mommy!” you groan when feeling a tiny yet heavy body land on your sore and aching hips. “i’m very hungry.” you turn your head to see jaeri straddling your hip.

“morning, mommy.” she giggles and flattens herself you. “morning, princess. what would you like to eat for breakfast?”

“waffles!” jaeri shouts.

“pancakes!” hewon side eyes her sister and puts on a face of disgust. “pancakes are better, riri.” jaeri disagrees strongly with a head shake.

“i think waffles are better. i like it when it’s hot and crunchy.” hewon tilts her head and nods.

you sigh and bring a hand up to johnnys cheek. “good morning, baby. i’m still here.” johnny holds your wrist and kisses your palm. “morning, gorgeous.” he releases your hand and brings it under the sheets and above your ass.

he tugs you closer to him and kisses you.

“girls,” the two girls hum at their dads sudden announcement call. “let mommy and daddy have their morning cuddle for ten more minutes.”

“mm, five.” hewon says holding up her five fingers. “okay, five minutes then. run along now.” the two girls whine as they slide off the bed.

“peace and quiet—?” before johnny finishes his sentence, squeals and crashing are heard. “or not.” you and him laugh.

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hogtiedwhore2 · 1 year

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introduction

hello everyone! i have been on tumblr for over 11 years now. as of this writing my original blog (@hogtiedwhore ) was deleted by tumblr. this has been my backup blog and will serve as my main blog from now on (hopefully until i can get access to my original account!). i have a variety of kinks that i post about on this blog, some of my posts being fantasy others being based on my real life as nothing but a fucktoy whose opinions dont matter.

in my real life i live as my owners fucktoy, and live an amazing life being that! in addition to my owner, there is also our cuckcake who my owner always fucks. whenever she is present, i am the third wheel to them. i happily serve both of them and make their pleasure my priority.

if you would like to chat with me, my dms are open to everyone. i may consider myself less than, but that doesnt give you the right to be an asshole to me. assholes will be blocked. if you are looking to chat with someone that will send you nudes, then id suggest messaging another slut who will do that. i do NOT share pics on here, for my safety. unfortunately i have, in the past, received some troubling messages, and i will not risk my safety to random people on the internet. i am also happily committed to both my owner and mistress, and im not looking to be owned by someone on here. so please, dont even try. other then that, if you want to chat, im sure id love to!

*warning - this blog does feature posts about the kink of misogyny and the patriarchy. someone people may be offended by this and this is not my intention. i do not believe that being a woman makes you less than a man. i know a lot of amazing women that are better doms then some men.

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my real life owner, my true love! 🥰🥰🥰

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@isurftheworld's pet play bitch / ass addicted whore

@maturingswitch 's sex doll

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@boundkitti's bondage sister

kinks

bondage

humiliation

bimboification

dumbification

teasing

hypno

mind control

misogyny

pet play

cuckquean

limits

physical abuse/pain

anything related to bathroom stuff (golden showers/diapers)

"littles"

incest

beastiality, or anything with animals

testimonials

"Decent blog. Not enough memes" - anon

"She is the most obedient and compliant sex doll out there. She will always satisfy your needs. The ultimate good girl!" - @maturingswitch

"We keep her ropes tight and her pussy loose. Just kidding! We only fuck her throat. (Hogtie do be tight, though.)" - @subversiveideas

"Hogtiedwhore is the most genuine slut on Tumblr, by far. Fun, friendly, but also intensely submissive, loyal to her Owner, and a very kind person. She is the submissive we need but don't deserve." - @happykeeneye

"Hogtiedwhore came exactly as advertised - hogtied and dressed like a whore! Love that she has so many catchphrases when you push the button between her legs. Just a shame you can’t understand them very well since she’s gagged all the time." - @lockemeup

**if you want to be featured here, send me an ask and i will post it here! bonus points if its funny!**

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this cum counter was started in september 2023. this is the number of people that have cum to either my blog or from chatting with me. obviously this number isnt very accurate at, but more for fun! if you cum to my blog, feel free to send me a message and let me know. i will have the counter updated. if you could like to be anon, send me an ask and i can still update for you!

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84reedsy · 7 hours

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Okay but picture Scott, Roddy or whoever you think fits this best saying this to you " You know i love you right? Good, because im about to fuck you like i don't"

Yeah...I went with Scott...

Scott Hall was in one of those moods. One that told Michele to steer clear of him until he cooled down. He would never hurt her, but to avoid a fight or making things worse, she kept herself busy in the bedroom, folding clothes, organizing the bathroom and finally settling on reading a book she'd been putting off for way too long.

A heated call with his ex, a contentious conversation with his boss, and her credit card statement arriving in the mail - all three within the matter of an hour understandably set him off. Making herself scarce was the best move.

She could hear him stomping around, mumbling to himself as he moved through the house as if his little tantrum would solve his problems. She smiled behind the pages as she turned them. Scott could be such a hot head, but he always more than made up for any cold shoulder.

She felt bad that part of it was her doing, but if he'd just let her get the mail, he'd have never even seen the bill. The dark stare over the top of the creased paper directed at her as she'd walked in his office made her shiver even now as she thought back to it.

“When were you going to tell me about this?” He had dangled the paper in front of him. She'd fidgeted, knowing she'd broken her promises to watch her spending.

“I was gonna…”she lied through her teeth. Scott only huffed an annoyed sigh out of his nose as he stood, nearly slapping the paper on his desk.

“Just my fucking lucky day isn't it….” He'd growled, walking away to blow off steam.

She could hear him now in his gym, weights being racked, music playing loudly, and even his strained grunts echoed through the halls as he tried to burn off his frustrations. He hadn't even bothered to come to the room to change into workout clothes. He had to have been pretty upset to work out in jeans.

Michele tried to think of ways to make it up to him - she could get a job to work while he was gone to help pay it back. She wrinkled her nose, rereading the same page a second time due to her own distraction. She would apologize and mean it of course…but that probably wouldn't be enough.

“He likes a good steak…” she mused aloud, wondering if a nice dinner reservation might help. But her trying to throw money at a problem seemed to be part of the issue, so she scratched that idea, “Maybe a little excursion to The Landing Strip…” Scott still enjoyed a visit to a strip club or two. Michele had to admit she didn't mind him going and she loved going with him even more.

Of course being around that many naked women turned him on. She did not feel jealously when he'd slip a few dollars in a g-string or ample cleavage, because only she was what his hands touched. They'd barely make it to the car before he was inside of her in some way.

Michele grinned thinking about the time they only made it to the car…but not in it. It was a miracle they weren't arrested. Perhaps there might be a private room available for her to reserve.

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Scotts muscles bulged under the heavy weights. He pushed himself past his limits. His negative energy was coursing through him. He pressed the heavy bar upwards a few more times before racking it safely above him. His chest was taut and sweaty, rising and falling quickly with each labored breath. He sat up, raking his hand through his damp hair. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he dried the sweat from his face.

Adrenaline and testosterone were fueling him now, the irritation he felt dictating both. He had a lot more things he'd thought of to say to his ex. He had a few choice words for his boss that he honestly hoped the tiny man would choke on.

And as for Michele, while she didn't purposefully push his last button - she'd sent him over the edge today. Whether or not she had so on purpose, she was here and she'd have to deal with what he wanted.

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Michele hung up the phone, knowing the room she'd reserved might have been a risk with the deposit she'd put down. But she seem his cares all melt away before with a good lap dance.

She was feeling proud of herself, smug as she tried to find where she left off in her book. She jumped though when the door to their room flew open and Scott stalked in, slamming it behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide-eyed and holding her breath a little.

There was a hungry look in his eyes and it was anything but gentle.

“Scott, I-” she started with an almost meek voice, but he cut her off abruptly.

“I don't want to hear it,” he said bluntly. She felt her mouth grow dry as her book fell to her lap slowly.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer as she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes from his. Her heart hammered heavily against her chest, knowing what he wanted and what he would do to get it.

“Good,” he undid his belt roughly, slipping it out of the belt loops in an aggressive, swift move, “because I'm about to fuck you like I don't,”

#reedsy answers asks #scott hall #wrestling smut prompts #wrestling #wrestling fanfiction #wwe #wcw #wwf #nwo

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specksizedgoddess · 7 days

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youve really piqued my interest, but im a little disappointed by the lack of scat-centric filth, so heres a second scenario for you. i hope you enjoy it, and lmk if you want more of this kind of kink. also sorry for spamming you lmao

a big, sweaty construction worker has eaten you, though not before making sure you thoroughly stew in her panties while she works. after being freed from your sweaty, musky prison, you immediately enter into an entirely different one: her stomach. after being rather well acquainted with her backside for the past few days, you find yourself traveling through it, though perhaps you were a little hasty in your escape. she had planned to take the next couple days off to ensure she can fish you out of her toilet bowl, but you went right through her, and now you are trapped in the bottom of the outhouse stationed at her all-women construction site, and she's none the wiser.

day after day of sweaty women raining waste down on you, your little voice unable to reach them. well, one does notice you eventually, but she just thinks it's funny and masturbates on top of you whenever she uses it. she takes extra special care to eat as many greasy foods as she can so she can sit there farting on you, replacing the already noxious fume-filled oxygen with her gas. she doesn't say anything when the outhouse is eventually pumped out, you along with it, though she does miss her toy just a little. i dont think you'd even survive to the waste treatment plant, trapped in a small tank with no air, though if you do, they don't tend to be kind to their water. need to make sure it's safe, after all.

MMFMMHMMBNGMG MMMPH

Gagging on filth and waste, seeing so many girls sit above me... the scent of sweat suddenly drowned out by the sheer rancid smell that one would expect from an outhouse- and one squirming speck, barely alive, moaning and praising people who'll never hear her...

Sweaty butch construction workers doing gross things to me AWOOGA

And mmmph... I love the idea of another girl being mischevous... watching such an eager little thing, its no WONDER she would want to push the limits! I want to gag pn the sheer wave of a girl's gas :3

#thanks for the ask!#filtheve

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Please don't take this wrong, i'm not trying to be rude at all, it's just curiosity but how can someone love a book that romanticizes rape? Because Zade literally rapes her with a gun and the author confirmes that he did it. I know it's dark romance but rape is a real thing and there are so many victims of rape. They're struggling with it and sometimes it leads to suicide. I live in a country that women being murdered and raped nearly everyday and it's a scary topic for me.

Also I grew up with the stories of women who had to marry their rapists :/ Romanticizing something like that is just feels strange.

I'm not judging you or anyone. Judging is not my right to do, im just asking. Please pleeasse don't get me wrong <3

I’ve popped some trigger warnings on this, but please skip this answer or skip of these are sensitive topics for anyone seeing this!!

hi! so, I absolutely get what you’re saying, and I have to be honest, I had no idea just how dark it was and that those were prominent themes when I picked it up! I’d seen a very romanticised version of it on tiktok and I was so unprepared; which is why I stressed a build-up to it so much on my other ask about it!

I do recommend this book, though! firstly, while I do not excuse or condone any of the behaviour in this book, and I appreciate that the writer confirmed it, but it’s always read more like non-con and dub-con to me! now, I’m not saying a woman is ever ‘asking for it’, but Adeline toed a very dodgy line in the first book, she really played with fire, constantly pushing the limits with Zade to see just how far he would push back. she did not respond in the healthy way either. she tempted and pushed and let her curiosity get the better of her.

again, not saying that what happened is at all right, but the settings and features of this book aren’t at all as black and white as real life is. it’s very blurred here.

secondly, I think one of the underlying themes here that drives so many people crazy is the obsession part. Zade is absolutely obsession with her, wholly and completely, and some people crave that kind of dedication and adoration. Zade never had malicious intent behind his actions, and I think that’s the difference.

He used very very bad ways in an attempt to show her his love and to get her to love him back. He never wanted to hurt her, and that’s also a difference here. In the real world, these things happen because someone wants to take and hurt and abuse, in fiction, Zade is just a very dark man who wants to love and cherish and protect. He wants to take her for himself but not to harm.

Despite having very little boundaries with those kinds of things, and I know it sounds so ridiculous to say in the face of it, Zade is actually very respectful and caring. It sounds fucked up and out of place, I know, and without dissecting the whole plot to explain it you’ll just have to trust me on it, but the difference is that we (as readers) inherently understand that Zade is a good man, who just does that particularly bad thing, which is part of a grey zone.

it’s a very dark, very blurred book, and you can only really understand once you’ve read and thought about it.

however, I do not have your daily experiences and life, and so I cannot fully understand your perspective either. thank you so much for your kindness and respect in the face of something that must’ve been difficult for you to see, and it’s my bad for not trigger warning them, which I will do now, using the tag #tw: dark romance — which you’ll be able to blacklist.

I’m sorry for any upset I might’ve caused you, I hope this ask can at least explain a little of my POV, and I hope you’re happy & healthy & safe my lovely 🤍

#tw: violence #tw: noncon #tw: abuse #tw: dark romance

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anonil88 · 11 months

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Me watching younger and older YJ fans push for less adult storyline and knowing to keep ratings the writers may just do that.

But, fr fr I'm a little sad if that does happen, we finally get adult queer representation that isn't one note and people aren't so here for it. I really hope the next season is more balanced of slow to fast and visually more horroresque. Still it was personally refreshing to see someone with a black queer family and think that could be me in 20 years sans the sleepwalking cult stuff. Then to see a full ensemble of women in that age range struggling to hold their trauma in broken pots is nice. Especially because the show is not a dramedy like Hacks or a limited series like Mrs. America. This show is sits very in between Desperate Housewives and Castle Rock/Penny Dreadful. Which is a great space that needed more interest but those aspects may get shoved to the back of the freezer along with some of the more interesting adult plots. The story does need more room to breath and for other characters to get a starter course in the wilderness. Which may be the right move IF they don't get a full 10 episodes or more, but that doesn't mean it won't suck for a trade off to keep the seasons coming.

I love the 96/97 timeline I really do and get the need for it to take focus as were really in it now. Just would hate for that part of the story to completely wipe out the older storyline or postcrash and it turn into a Riverdale or Stranger Things type of show which it was not marketed as. The writers got me fully on board with more teen (and adult) Van going forward cause her role in the chaos is getting interesting af same for Akilah. But, as I get older, i am 27 now, I naturally am starting to find it harder to relate to the younger counterparts. Which is a little scary, but I think its majorly because that market of tv is saturated in a thats all we get. Everything feels a little like we jump from one show to the next and there is no reprieve or space from teenage angst or the pitfalls of youth. The shows not focused on that arent promoted as well or focus on things personally idgaf about like gold panning. Fountain of youth focused shows should exist and are important i usually advocate for them, but I just hate that studios might make it all the tv we get so that they can make money. With the strike going on we have 0 clue what will come out or be greenlit but with so much cancelled that cover the older age range, queer people, etc. and isn't business background i am a bit like hmm about where the tv market will go. The TV market often bends to the loudest voices and the biggest wallets.

Post strike and fair wages being given, a market that solely appeals to the younger market and those who don't want a deep plot is kinda terrifying. Amp up the action, visuals, and drama but delete the expose and complexities entirely because it will keep viewership is such a luke warm take. And im seeing a lot of that in fan spaces in general but currently online for yellowjackets. A tv formula like thatvfeels very hamster on a wheel to me. I settle for established older women and a wrench of trauma thrown into their lives, especially with queer non cis-men rep, cause there's not much for my age range that's specific to that age range. I don't think I could settle for "wilderness baby" theory 4000 and "Laura lee is alive" theory 700 for a full 3 more seasons with 0 Shauna playing frogger with her minivan.

#yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets #my thoughts #yellowjackets spoilers

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salted-caramel-tea · 9 months

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Do you think some companies design clothes only to fit the type of model they use? Gen question I just like hearing you talk about fashion

oh for sure . brandy melville . urban outfitters places like that

but like . it’s such a complicated topic to talk about whether or not that’s a good or bad thing bc standard fashion outlets tend to be lacking for size inclusivity on both ends -> being that plus sizes are very limited but also ranges for tall people of any shape are very limited too so brands like brandy melville despite being home to the most raging asshole judgmental twats of workers (based on personal experience) do provide options for people in that sense .

i will say tho it’s more rhe ‘this garment can only be worn by one type of person’ that gets me .

example the micro mini skirt . which i love . i have a brown denim micro skirt and a white pleated one. and as much as i love them and as they are on trend rn i can’t wear them out . bc they weren’t designed for a body type like mine . i have pretty wide hips and thighs so the garments don’t fall correctly across my figure to give the desired shape and i can’t walk in them bc they’re pressed against my thighs meaning they ride up as i walk. and i can’t size up bc then it’ll be too big around my waist. this is a garment that was intended to be worn by someone with slim legs -> fits well across the hips but leaves room around the thighs to walk, hence why you normally see rather thin women wearing micro skirts.

the same goes for things like tube tops were intended for women with smaller busts . or this top i ordered for tomorrow i’m petrified to try on because i’m not sure if it was made for people with protruding stomachs. i think oh my god wait i also ordered a micro skirt fuck . anyway my point is i think that a good way for companies to take into consideration different body types is to stop just scaling up products from their sample size and consider how moveable the garment is . bc as they size increases there’s little consideration as to what type of body would be wearing it ie -> larger sizes are less likely to be worn by people with thigh gaps or slim thighs so maybe an expansion around that area would be good for them ‘but what about tall-‘ lots of shops have tall and petite ranges now as well as plus size ranges but i still feel like there’s room for improvement .

im also fully aware this will never happen bc ultimately brands don’t care that much

but it still creates this idea that certain things can only be worn by certain people which is further pushed by social media only really highlighting certain body types in styling and outfit creation although there’s always exceptions but it’s more Accepted for certain people to be wearing certain things

anyway conclusion absolutely they do but because of trends and garment creation the problem lies more in any brand no matter how size inclusive simply scaling up designs making garments appear to be worn different on other body types than taking into consideration how these garments would fit on people of those measurements which creates the standard of an ideal body type for a certain style of dress ie instagram curvy or tiktok skinny

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Geordi if no one else has asked already, Deanna if you've answered for Geordi already

favorite thing about them

he’s literally so good at friendship that he introduced an android and a borg to the concept of friendship. like that’s essentially two entire races that didn’t have an understanding of friendship until they interacted with geordi. I love that while he’s busy holding the ship together all the time, and while he’s an engineer and engineers are. not typically known for being outgoing, he’s still so good at relating to people and making them feel comfortable that ro laren, who has trouble opening up to anyone, straight up hugs him

that said, from a character building perspective, I also really like that it has limits and oversights. guinan has to tell him to take a different approach with barclay because just pushing him harder isn’t working (we’re ignoring for them moment the exact nature of what barclay is doing in the holodeck because they don’t know that yet). he immediately adapts and is successful in making that connection, but I think it’s really interesting to see that it isn’t always pure instinct and sometimes takes more deliberate effort. in tng lower decks, I definitely don’t think he comes off as the worst commanding officer, but it’s a different light than we’re used to seeing him in. it’s a critical situation, taurik is just one crew member among many, and I think it would ultimately feel out of place for him to be super friendly under these conditions even if we’ve seen him reach out to help/reassure subordinates before (ex. sonya gomez).

and these examples make sense in that, as kind and patient as he is capable of being, he IS still the guy trying to hold the ship together and who needs his crew to just do their jobs and you can’t always do that and be 100% unfailingly friendly. sometimes you are going to brush someone off or say something wrong to someone, so I feel like they hit a really satisfying balance there

least favorite thing about them

this isn't really about him it's about the show but he got some of the worst individual/focus episodes. like. in other people’s episodes he’s a cool funny smart guy and then in a lot of his it’s either like “haha geordi can’t talk to women” as though women aren’t, like, people and as though geordi is not really good with people or just kinda mediocre redos of other scifi media (although that said I was kinda fond of the manchurian candidate inspired one). they also just kind of tend to feel Weird in a way I can’t really explain. disconnected? idk. other people have talked about the intersection of racism and ableism in the ways aspects of this character were handled, particularly the romantic plotlines, and I definitely think that’s evident across a lot of his focus episodes. on one hand I wanna do a scene rewrite like I did for remember me for one of his episodes, but on the other, a lot of times it’s the entire episode concept that’s rough.

brOTP

im very fond of the geordi/data/wesley engineering trio that pops up a lot i think they're fun and i also LOVE his friendship with ro laren in the next phase. i wish they'd drawn on that more going forward because it was two characters who hadn't had much of a reason to spend time with each other before so i think it would've been really cool to see them spending free time together willingly even just in the background of other episodes

OTP

i do think he and data are effectively married i do love their dynamic and i was surprised how clear it was that the troy and abed dynamic in community is a direct descendant. that said, i hate that like. all geordi content is in the context of this ship. the couple times I have gone into the geordi la forge tag to see geordi la forge who is my friend it’s basically all ship content

nOTP

I don’t know that he’s commonly shipped with anyone else tbh? I’ll talk more about the leah brahms plotline later in a general sense but I do resent any implications the series tries to make that they would ultimately end up together just because she’s the one woman he had a significant connection with in the series. it’s one thing if like we knew she got divorced and saw them really reconnecting or something but you know they’re literally just namedropping her bc she’s the only woman they could think of that fits that category

random headcanon

I think it is geordi’s god given right as one of the only characters with a sibling let alone one that he was 1) aware of, 2) raised with, and 3) is on good terms with to have a series of completely incomprehensible jokes with his sister. she visits the enterprise and one of them says the absolute stupidest most contextless series of words and they’re both laughing about it and everyone’s just like. uh. okay. for comparison my most recent one with my sister is “you can cut a hot dog up into 16 pieces” so that’s the kind of energy I want here.

unpopular opinion

idk how unpopular this is here but I used to read imdb reviews for episodes before I finally developed some self control and stopped doing that but people on there acted like geordi was the creepiest person alive for the leah brahms plotline and I somehow suspect that opinion represents a racist double standard. I’ve said this before i think but I wonder how many of them were okay with barclay. like as far as I can recall, in booby trap he ran this program literally to try to save the ship, and he gets caught up beyond that as he’s working. it’s a high stress situation, this version of her is someone that he’s really clicking with, and even if he crosses some lines he never set out to do so. this is not a hollow pursuits situation where he created a simulation of a real person with the specific intent to have sex with her. in the followup episode, the real leah brahms chews him out for the program, he’s sorry for it, and he develops a genuine friendship with the actual version of her. I feel like this is a reasonable way for this plotline to be handled! it’s fair to think mistakes were made especially in the beginning since he was kind of specifically looking for a woman when that wasn’t necessary, and he did get hung up on a fake version of a real person to the degree that it impacted his relationship with that real person, but i feel like the intent wasn’t malicious, and those mistakes were apologized for and handled and there doesn’t ultimately seem to be any lasting harm. to me that doesn’t say “wow this guy is so creepy,” it says that he made some mistakes regarding boundaries but ultimately made amends.

song i associate with them

hmm I don’t think I have one? I don’t have one for most star trek characters tbh I was just lucky on the last two. that said electric feel by mgmt did just appear unbidden in my head so maybe it’s a sign.

favorite picture of them

#I think I’m right about how booby trap/galaxy’s child play out but correct me if I’m wrong I have watched. a lot of star trek since then #ty ty!!!!#also I will keep doing them if anyone else wants to send me a character they just take a bit bc. I got a lot to say.#ask game #la forge

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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HI! I FINALLY HAVE TIME! VERY TIRED BEEN UP SINCE 7 BUT REALLY WANNA READ AND LIVEBLOG CAUSE I MISS THAT SHIT

also I think I might be lactose intolerant? but I only get really fucking bad headaches, nausea and the like from milk but am pretty okay with other dairy products and it...oh wait no ice cream and yogurt also make me sick after I pass a certain limit and is this why cheese makes my stomach feel weird sometimes? okay theory, I am not TOO lactose intolerant. main problem is milk and the rest I can have in limits. makes sense.

also HOW ARE YOU?? I'VE BEEN SO SWAMPED WITH THINGS THAT I'VE SPENT MOST NIGHT SO DRAINED AND DEAD IT'S CRAZY.

BUT I DID CATCH UP ON IALS AND READ THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS OF LBAF.

alright! CHAPTER 4!!

david loml it'll be fine...probably idk man I am really scared for y'all

Alright random person...I will fight you in an abandoned parking lot for this DO NOT DO THIS SHIT

David :((

First I cry over IALS mavid...now I have to cry over lbaf mavid. what is this happening

DAVID! NO DO NOT DO THAT TO YOURSELF RIGHT NOW!

also there's this thing called Communication. Not sure y'all have heard of it though. Lmk if you need a dictionary :)

to the fucker attacking the institute, motherfucker I will literally push you off a building

maybe it's someone who wants him to not be the head of the institute for whatever reason?

Anyway Anjali so hot so efficient would literally die for her

david you good bro? God I love it when the kind ones go feral

no but srsly you good? Well no but like...Im worried. For his health. David :((

“Ask for help,” she said again. “And if you are feeling overwhelmed, take a break.”

QUEEN SHIT

“Revenge means you are being harmed in return for the suffering you’ve caused,” Anjali told him. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You did the right thing. So, even if it is Asmodeus, this isn’t revenge. This is an attack, David. And I intend to put an end to it.”

God I love it when women

the picture I WILL SOB DO NOT DO THIS TO ME

Them :((

“Why do people call me baby boy or baby girl?” David wondered out loud.

AJHSHUIDC JACE

petition to only call david baby boy or baby girl from now on

I've been watching The Crown (it took me three days to get through episode 1 but let's not talk about that) so I am literally hearing all the dialogues in with an english accent. It's...something

Some people drank alcohol to relax. David drank tea.

Bitch same.

I've lately fallen in love with Earl Gray. I drink it while I'm studying. I sit down at my desk with my tea and only then do I get to work. Helps me focus and keep my anxiety at bay. Good shit.

same energy as me realising how quickly I had been going through my tea. I...I've been way too stressed lately too, hon. NOT THIS WEEKEND THOUGH HHAHA

he would love a cake <3

oh to have someone buy me overpriced magic chocolate

DARK?? HUH

prince...?

WJAT IS HAPPENING WOMAN EXPLAIN

that's so romantic though 🥺

LEVI?? TIS YOU??

in my relating a bit too much to david era kjkcuhud

Bitch I know you're stressed as fuck so like?? TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF?? Srsly, shit's really hard rn for you and it's gonna get harder. Take a nap or something

“Mon ange,” David chuckled and pointed at the screen. “He went back in time and is literally trying to sleep with his own mother.”

I AM SORRY, WHO IS DOING WHAT NOW

NOT NOW! FUCK NO!

not the ICE CREAM

also yeeeeeeeeeee camilaaaaaaaaaa

david and anjali wedding CRYING SOBBING SHAKING LOOK AT THEM

that's a really long proposal dude you're not writing an essay

“My fave power couple is getting hitched. Do it soon!”

Live footage of me

omg the talk with the parents huduifuifugiugf

I love rafe so muvh omg

anjali truly the best person out there

THEM OH MY GOD THEM

I am so soft rn no one talk to me

Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.

SOBBING

they're so amazing I could cry

how bout I punch Kingsley

Oooo marcus

marcus is kinda cool though. I'll probably not like him by the end of this but still

what...what is he working on

what the fuck you on dude?

i love camila so much

damn girl!!

oh marcus...Yeah I remember now what he was doing...

ah yes, the seashell

cool motives but like...that's not gonna happen

we don't live in a perfect world bud. exploitation and prejudice are the first two words that come to my mind when I think of his thoughts becoming a reality.

He didn’t like it when Mallory was in a bad mood. He wanted her to be happy.

Mal in a bad book ends horribly for every person she has ever interacted with

DON'T SMOKE

I was watching The Crown and George is LIKE SICK AS FUCK MAN IS DYING LEAVING BEHIND A DAUGHTER NOT PREPARED FOR THE CROWN JUST YET AND HE'S SMOKING. Sir you just went through a surgery to remove one of your lungs?? you have cancer?? You're coughing up blood?? AND YOU'RE SMOKING!!!

"I know," she smiled at him. "My destiny is Max."

Oh no...I will stab :)

“I’ll ask Jeff to ready the jet,” he smiled at her.

The...what...that is so bad for the environment dude I'm pretty sure there is a beach in New York...I forgot how rich they were for a second there...Taylor swift core

Sometimes...you just wanna get stabby with someone...the someone is two someones...

If they do something to Anjali...

Sigh

AYY IT'S SELENA AND GIGI

AND LEXI

lexi...I love you so much but please...just talk to liv about this

YOU CAN'T DO SHIT LIKE THIS OH MY GOD

lexi YOU CAN FUCKING FLY

I will repeat advice I gave in part 2 (?). Fly there, tell her, fly away.

gabriel and selena >>>>

“Relationship drama waits for no one,” Selena huffed. “Besides, stop making excuses, Lex. Just do it.”

putting off stuff like this makes it so SO much worse lex.

LIV AND LEX ARE SO AMAZING

OH I HAVE A STORY

We threw a farewell for someone right? and that day my friends and I were all sitting together and one of us had a permanant marker so like rational people, we wrote on our hands. I wasn't sure what to write but then I remembered seeing an anon say that their shipname should be lixi so that is what ended up going on the place underneath my thumb. You know where you can feel the bone? I wrote "Lixi" right there. Nice day that was.

which reminds me I need to make plans for my birthday next week with my friends-

ANYWAY

No amount of biceps or boobs will distract her today.

me to me every morning

and I love you guys <33

The man went to Idris to talk to the Inquisitor.

Good luck and god bless!

SCREAMING

Lexi stared at the numbers. It gave her a fucking headache

Me in maths everyday.

My math test went so well today I got everything right EXCEPT MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO SOLVE THE LAST PART OF THE LAST QUESTION I HAD THE TIME I SIMPLY DID NOT REMEMBER TO SOLVE IT FURTHER I WILL THROW MYSELF FROM A CLIFF

ahem

“Wait,” Lexi said. “Are you saying these are not demon attacks?”

Imma get the knives

Lexi was going to help Gabriel figure this out. She was going to find out who was hurting her brother like this.

Hurting him with paperwork!

And she was going to kick their ass!

AHHUKDCUIFV HELL YEAH LEX

lots of blob thingies

“Have you guys seen shadow demons? They’re the demons of Lucifer.”

foreshadowing

I am sorry they materialized WHERE

grabriel is so cool omg

THE SONG CHOICE YES

She was talking about some issue with the warlocks in LA not being able to use magic

foreshadowing

lexi NO METAPHORS PLEASE

Lex I told you not to go with metaphors...sigh

this is really entertaining though.

LMAOO LEXI PLEASE-

Oh. OH DISCOVERY

Shit. white...who's magic is white?

FUCKING HELL

and on this note a very good night I can't wait to sleep. LOVE YOU!

Evieeeee. I missed your live blogs so much 😭😭😭

Here is a meme that perfectly captures my reaction to it

I like the live blog too akskskssm but the random gossip 😍😍😍

Your Lexi energy is unmatched 😎

#lbaf

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sunflower-selkie · 1 year

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hey this is pretty personal and heavy account of recent mental health and some poor patterns of behavior.

trigger warning: disordered eating, depression, unhealthy coping, discussion of past child abuse (no retelling of specific events)

I'm past the height of the crisis and have finally started reaching out again. im not wanting to hurt myself and noone is hurting me to be clear

if you are a caregiver in your private life I highly recommend you take an honest look at your quality of life and how much you are really asking of yourself. you deserve life as much as your loved ones do. Learn about compassion fatigue and find ways to keep charging yourself up or you'll run out of help to give sooner than anyone expects and hurt yourself and everyone else in the process.

going through an emotional breakdown over this past week. i think I've started turning the corner, letting myself feel some things I could not admit to myself and starting to finally accept that believing it's my responsibility to prevent my responsibility to protect even my loved ones n matter what is just too much for a human. i can't push past my limit every chance I get at the drop of a hat because I have to live with those consequences. i have to accept I'm disabled and that means i have to establish firm boundarie to allow myself some time when I'm not waiting for the next crisis whether I like it or not or everything about my life will literally fall to pieces till i can't eat or speak or think without feeling like I'm going to make everyone shatter to pieces if i accidentally make a request and i just can't live like that.

Part of what is going wrong is food restriction, and i cannot stress strongly enough that having gone through this I don't think serious diets, even for medical reasons, are something one should attempt if you're not in a good mental health space, especially without any form of professional support. every choice you make feels like it's being judged and punished by your own body.... yes the physical pain and suffering is slightly less if you do everything right in my case, at least some days, but it's not worth agonizing over risking a tiny piece of food i haven't prepared myself from ingredients i havent checked and then feeling like i just punched a baby or something for eating a thin slice or two of avocado on accident.

But this is the biggie: i need to really believe that I'm worth loving and not just because of how useful I've made myself to those i love. it only makes my relationships worse and ends up leaving me with noone except those who most desperately need me that i feel like I can keep up communication with, because if i just cut out enjoying or taking care of myself as one of my real goals and turning it into something I do just to recover for my next foray against the horrors of the world for those who keep reaching out and asking…. it felt like that way i can meet someone's needs and meeting others needs is the only way I have to feel like I deserve to keep living and I'm trying really hard to break free of that.

caregiving is serious business and you need strategies and support networks to make sure you can keep giving healthily, recharging rather than putting yourself on a death marchvin the name of love. the people i care for really love me too, even when I'm letting a need go unmet in a moment because i just can't always be available. it hurts. it sucks. it makes me hate myself.... but if I just get it right this time, of i just don't give up and give everything they ask maybe when I die I'll deserve their love. that's what I'd basically been telling myself - that i was slowly dying for love.... and it kept me going to think that, because at least now I'm really living up to what I believe in. at least now people will forgive me for being less than psychic,less than a trained mental health professional, less capable as a housewife than any of the women who raised me.... not that I ever took the time to really learn from them. but I need to forgive myself for not being the daughter i feel i should have been to my mother with the situation she was in too. kids can't protect their parents and I never even realized that wasn't just normal and women weren't superhuman on some level because my dad sure never treated my mom like her feelings might have been more important than his convenience and I guess I just really learned that lesson all too well, and here we are with me living the consequences and hurting all my friendships and romances and my own body because of my fucking "daddy issues" and trying to br the only kind of daughter i could all those years ago if i wasn't going to be beat like he constantly threatened or like he did when my brother refused to back down and refused to pretend to be perfect for them.... not gonna lie I'm glad he's dead now, but I would have much rather he healed and unlearned some of the horrible lessons he himself was taught by life about what being a man or a woman means and what the consequences are if you don't comply.

in short I'm ready to forgive mysel and apologize to myself in his place now, i just need to figure out exactly what changed behavior that apology needs to entail, and do the work on my mental health he sadly never started until way too far down the road. And I'm ready to forgive men. they're just as much victims in all this even of they are the assigned enforcers of these horrible roles we're told to play to make sure real solidarity never happens. if we could just accept we're all equals even starting at home and in ourselves it'd be way too obvious how badly we're all being exploited by those who just happen to be on top of the current hierarchy insisting that it is only natural that some of us are less people than others and that it's okay actually that the people freezing on the streets will die, otherwise the rich might have to share.

i play at some of these very things in my kink amongst others in an attempt to process them and to give myself permission to say no, but I guess that might have been why I felt i had to give up that role - i couldn't let it just be a game anymore if my whole self worth really revolved around being Good.

#personal blog #please read the tw first

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