#dolphins too though

[m00ngbin]

I love sharks but I would probably shit myself if one started swimming next to me

[captorcorp]

kinitopet doodles i did on my phone notes at work

[1way2mars]

Pazuribe Event Translation - “Decisive battle! Aquatic fight! ~Hanemiya Kazutora edition~” — Part 2

The continuation of the aquatic battle! Click on Read More to find the translation!

You can read Part 1 here!

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☆ I'm not a professional translator and I'm still learning Japanese. That's why some things might not match exactly/could have been better translated/there might be mistakes. This is a great way for me to learn. I put a lot of effort into making the translation as good as they can be!

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–After defeating Kazutora in Highest Level–

場地圭介：オレの勝ちだな一虎！

Baji: It’s our win Kazutora!

羽宮一虎：チッ　勝てなかったか・・・

Kazutora: Tsk. You couldn’t have won…

松野千冬：さすが場地さん！オレらのチームの勝ちですよ！

Chifuyu: You don’t disappoint, Baji-san! It’s a win for our team!

場地圭介：罰ゲームするんだよな？何がいいか・・・

Baji: You’ll do the punishment game, right? What would be the best…

花垣武道：そういえばそろそろイルカショーの時間じゃないっすか？

Takemichi: Come to think of it, isn’t the dolphin show soon?

松野千冬：そういえばそうだな！集合場所に行くか！

Chifuyu: Now that you mention it, yes! Let’s head to the meeting place!

・・・

松野千冬：スッゲェ大ジャンプ！！

Chifuyu: What an amazing big jump!!

羽宮一虎：なんでイルカの背中で立てるんだ・・・？

Kazutora: Why would you stand up on the back of a dolphin…?

花垣武道：久々に見たけどスゲェな～！ヒナにも見せてらりてぇ！

Takemichi: I haven't seen this in forever, but it's awesome～! I want to show it to Hina too!

場地圭介：ヤベェ！迫力すげぇな！

Baji: So cool! Their strength is incredible!

アナウンス：そろそろラストになります！よろしければ前にどうぞ！！

Announcer: We are nearing the ending! Please step forward if you would like!!

場地圭介：！！おい、一虎、タケミチ　オマエら前行ってこいよ

Baji: !! Oy, Kazutora, Takemichi, you guys head up to the front.

羽宮一虎：え、なんで場地と千冬は？

Kazutora: Eh, what about Baji and Chifuyu?

場地圭介：いいから、行ってこい

Baji: No worries, just go there.

花垣武道：は、はい・・・？

Takemichi: A-alright…?

羽宮一虎：なんだよ・・・

Kazutora: What is it now…

松野千冬：いいんですか？場地さん　オレ達も行かなくて

Chifuyu: Are you sure? Baji-san, shouldn’t we go too?

場地圭介：見てろ

Baji: Just watch.

アナウンス：いきま～す！

Announcer: Let’s go～!

ザッパーン！！

Splash!!

羽宮一虎、花垣武道：うわぁ！！

Kazutora, Takemichi: Woaaaaah!!!

松野千冬：水やべぇ！！

Chifuyu: That’s a ton of water!!

場地圭介：ハハハ！！！

Baji: HAHAHA!!!

羽宮一虎：場地ぃ・・・なんだよコレ！！

Kazutora: Bajii… What the hell!!

場地圭介：何って罰ゲームだよ　さっき負けたろ？

Baji: What a punishment game. You lost earlier, right?

花垣武道：なるほど・・・貸衣装で着替えられるのが救いですね・・・

Takemichi: I see… It’s a relief that we can change into rental clothes…

羽宮一虎：クソォ・・・ずぶ濡れだ

Kazutora: Fuuck… I’m drenched.

松野千冬：水も滴るいい男っすよ2人ども

Chifuyu: You two are drop-dead gorgeous. 

羽宮一虎：だー！！！迷路でもう一戦だ！！次はぜってぇ勝つ！！

Kazutora: Uggghh!!! Let’s do one more battle in the maze!! Next time, we're totally gonna win for sure!!

羽宮一虎：なぁ！！タケミチ！！！

Kazutora: Hey!! Takemichi!!!

花垣武道：え！？！？

Kazutora: Eh!?!?

場地圭介：おーおー　次も負かしてやるよ

Baji: Ohoo. I’ll crush you next time too.

松野千冬：次はぜってぇ2人で勝ってやる！！

Chifuyu: Next time, the both of us are totally gonna beat you!!

・・・*

*In this part, there’s a dialogue going on that it’s not written in the game. I have to admit, I don’t understand all of it as there’s some vocab I don’t know (particulary the verb Baji uses when he speaks) and I don’t have the confidence to actually write the dialogue down in Japanese. I tried to catch some of the words, but it’s really difficult at the moment. I’m truly sorry for this! If there’s anybody that is up to help me figure out what they exactly say, I would appreciate it a lot!

I can make a sum up of it, though: Baji says something about Pah and Peh being over there (which makes me think that they are as wet as Takemichi and Kazutora). Takemichi worries about them, but Kazutora assures Takemichi that they will be okay, as they’re tough guys. After that, I think Chifuyu points out a place where Takemichi and Kazutora can pick up some towels to get dry and Takemichi thanks him!

[doedipus]

ps3 emulation finally being good is incredible. now if only there were games for it.

[aro-culture-is]

Aro culture is always getting autocorrected when ( "aro" autocorrected to "air" when I was typing this out)

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[soft-serve-soymilk]

also yes I am posting rambles on purpose. sowing the seeds of conversation for tmrw!

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

it's really good jun-ho told her none of her date ideas were fun for him and didn't keep it in even though he might have but only mentioned it when she said they aren't dating yet bc otherwise woo young-woo never would have guessed i think it's good for both of them

[iamthepulta]

my poor advisor. I feel like a toddler madly scribbling dark and angry scenes in black crayon unable to focus on anything meaningful. I've just wasted 6 hr of my life and now I need to go to class and not waste more of my life and I don't want to do that either, even though this is objectively one of the best classes I'll be taking my whole career.

[oars]

fontaine is also definitely my favorite region now im not sure if anythings gonna beat it. its an unfair competition

[sumireviku]

V I need you to know that all your x2 thoughts are genuinely so interesting and fun to read like I'm way more invested in it than I thought I'd be sjxkd

The potential the entire game has... what more we could have gotten out of literally everything... the way all these plot details are literally canon and just woefully under-utilised... I cry, I’m sad, I love them all so much

But I am most grateful of all that I’m not yelling on my lonesome anymore 🥺 Those first few months were very lonely bc I was scared of being too weird about the Kresniks lmao

But now this is my niche and I will continue to be weird and unhinged about them 😌 Thank you for listening

[trapperskeeper]

The off-season has been pretty cool so far and I have a lot of thoughts about it, so...

Ranking Dolphins off-season additions

S Tier

Vic Fangio - Defensive Coordinator

One of the best defensive minds in football and The Godfather of the modern day NFL defense. I mean that literally because I am 90% sure this man is secretly an Italian crime lord or something. He deadass even has an heirloom secret meatball recipe.

Jalen Ramsey - Cornerback

Stud cornerback who gives major bottom energy playing across from Daddy Xavien? Nuff said.

A Tier

Braxton Berrios - Wide Receiver

One of several strays we rescued from the Jets. Poor thing's been traumatized by shitty QB play. Fits the classic white slot receiver archetype that every team needs. Bonus points for being a dynamic return man. It's giving Wes Welker, but he fast boi now.

David Long Jr - Linebacker

True middle linebacker who hasn't been able to stay on the field for very LONG. Get it? Cause he has injury concerns? ...I'll see myself out.

B Tier

Mike White - Quarterback

King of having the most generic, white-ass name known to man. Best known for being HIM to the Jets fanbases for like 1 and a half games each season before the crushing reality of being the Jets comes back to bite them in the ass. Decent backup. Probably scored bonus points for having the same name as the Head Coach.

Eric Saubert - Tight End

Stopgap TE who actually knows how to block, so already better than Mike Gesicki. This man is a Durham Smythe clone except slightly faster. You can't fool me. I am familiar with your game.

Malik Reed - Outside Linebacker

Big man rush quarterback and make it easier for other big men to rush quarterback. Had a lot of previous success under Big Dick Vic in Denver across from Bradley Chubb. Gives me a chub just thinking about it.

Chosen Anderson - Wide Receiver

Best known for having the most, well... unique wicks known to man, and for being a moderate locker room cancer. A true Florida man. Whether I mean that in a good way or a bad way is up to interpretation. Low risk, high reward signing. Somewhere in a dark room Mike McDaniel is currently pushing his glasses up his nose and cackling at the idea of having 3 sub 4.4 40 WRs at his disposal.

C Tier

DeShon Elliott - Safety

Best known for making himself public enemy number one to the Dolphins fanbase before he'd even been on the team for a month by being out of pocket about the quarterback position. Better watch those Twitter fingers, bucko. We take mutiny very serious here. Solid player otherwise who will bolster a burgeoning secondary. Would be in B Tier if he wasn't a Twitter antagonist.

Dan Feeney - Center

Great leader. Great locker room guy. Great mullet. Mid to dog water player. Decent backup center all things considered. He's like the Ryan Fitzpatrick of centers except Fitzy was actually good half the time. Dan Feeney is giving more Fitzception than Fitzmagic.

Kendall Lamb - Offensive Tackle

The most mid of mid tier swing tackles... Which is disturbing because he is currently RT1... Which is disturbing because we have the only left handed quarterback in the NFL and that's his blindside. To this day I have no idea how that concept keeps escaping this team's front office, but you know, whatever. Mediocre right tackles go brrr!!

Dog water

Butch Barry - OLine Coach

Besides looking like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, this man is best known for being a part of the shit show that was Denver last year. Coached an OLine that hated him and was fired mid-season so... Love that for us.

Best addition of the off-season so far?

Vic Fangio by a country fucking mile.

This is a multifaceted signing with a plethora of advantages. Daddy Vic is a defensive genius. We know he's gonna get the defense right, but in all reality, just his presence will help our offense improve as well.

The one defense Tua has historically had the most trouble with in his career is the Fangio defense. As a rookie he faced him in Denver and had a very rough game. Just this past year he had his worst game against the Chargers and Brandon Staley who is a Fangio disciple.

It makes sense because up until now, he'd only been able to face our previous defense in practice, which relied heavily on man coverage and all-out blitz looks. Fangio's defense is the opposite. He prefers to only send four pass rushers and disguise his looks in the secondary by playing heavy zone coverage and rotating in and out of different looks at the snap forcing the quarterback to methodically read the defense in real time, take his check downs, and slowly march down the field. Accordingly, Tua's been very good against man heavy teams, but has struggled at times against zone heavy teams.

Well, now the man who's defense he's had the most trouble with is in that building. He'll be seeing those looks for months in practice and getting countless reps against it. Fangio can even advise him on the best ways to play his scheme.

11 teams in the NFL run the Fangio defense. That's a third of the league and our offense is about to get the cheat codes directly from the horse's mouth.

But maybe the best thing about Grandpappy Vic is that he's a grizzled old veteran who was a former Head Coach, and when you have a young little cinnamon roll of a Head Coach in Mike McDaniel it is such an advantage to have a seasoned former Head Coach there to advise him and mentor him.

I love Mike McDaniel, but he had his coaching struggles last year. He challenged more plays than any other Head Coach and only won one challenge the entire season. He's struggled immensely with getting the plays in on time to the point where it might have cost us a playoff win. Subbing in different players and personnel packages was a major logistical issue at times. And on top of all of this to keep track of, he's also the offensive playcaller.

It's a lot to do, and he's still pretty green in some areas. So to have a guy like Vic Fangio there with all his wealth of experience and wisdom for Mike to consult with during important moments is huge. He can also completely govern the defense and take that off his plate as well.

What I wouldn't give to sit in a room with Mike McDaniel and Vic Fangio and just listen to them talk football. An offensive genius and a defensive genius just bouncing shit off of each other.

The moment he signed, Vic Fangio instantly made everyone from the defense, to the offense, to the Head Coach better. Incredible signing. Best signing of the entire NFL off-season imo.

Worst addition?

Butch Barry.

Y'all... Mike Munchak was right there! And the best they could do was this Dobby looking ass motherfucker?

Considering they actually refuse to bring in a legitimate blindside tackle and have a bunch of young guys and journeymen competing there, you'd think they'd actually bring in a legitimate OLine coach to teach them and not one that was tarred and feathered and run out of Denver with a bunch of pitch forks. I mean for fucks sake, they practically threw a party over there when this guy was fired. Hopefully he proves me wrong, but it's not looking good in my eyes.

Four years into Tua's career and he's yet to have an offensive line that wasn't bottom 5 in pass protection. I mean, he's only had serious issues with injuries and now concussions in his career, and our entire season only hinges on him staying healthy and being there to lead this team. In what world would he need a proper blindside tackle? That's ludicrous.

Someone pray for my mans, bruh.

[nixnereus]

Further proof my entire family is chaos.

My dad dumped acid into the pool to level the ph. Our idea to mix it up was to run on a circle and get a whirlpool going. The entire family did so immediately. Even my dog jumped in and helped. It was really fun.

[hungrydolphin91]

More Tales from Xillia!! ...Unfortunately I forgot to make a post about the last few sessions my sister and I had and kinda forgot a lot, sorry 😣. We had one session just doing side quests to get accessories but then we did all the stuff with Nachtigal in Fenmont and stormed the marshes and everything. So this post picks up from Jude waking up with Muzet in the taiga.

My sister got jumpscared by Alvin grabbing Jude from behind lol

She was laughing during the cutscene of them complaining about the cold because Jude was wearing a party hat. Me: "Ain't no party like a frostbite party" Her: "Cause a frostbite party don't stop" Me: "'Til the necrosis sets in"

Alvin has started saying they should fry and eat Teepo or suggesting they feed him to monsters and now my sister loves him even more. Teepo bullying is always encouraged by her

Alvin's got an arcane arte now so I got to show off his mystic arte, Optimus Prime (I can't even remember what it's actually called)

My sister does think Muzet is pretty suspicious. "We should have left her where we found her"

My sister REALLY wanted Elize to just start beating up Agria since Elize apparently fought those ice dragons all on her own before

The party: "Explain this 'schism.'" My sister: "Well, when the Catholic church--"

During that cutscene, Alvin is turned away leaning and looking cool. I explained his chronic backstabbing disorder gives him back pain so he has to sit in dramatic poses

Presa's sexy saunter is going to give her back pain too

They use so much jargon in that cutscene I had to kinda recap for her about Exodus and Elympios. Didn't help that we were distracted by the dog being cute and also Gaius's VA being Fjord in the CR campaign we're watching together

At night Jude gets up and the quest says to "Look around before bedttime!" or something, but it's clearly past their bedtime. We joked that the quest should be "Take some melatonin!" with the typical exclamation point

My sister has decided to just ship whatever seems interesting in the moment, like Milla/Gaius or Rowen/Wingul. We talked for a bit about ships and character types, agreeing that Gaius is handsome but not our type. She likes Alvin more romantically than I do but knows she would hate him in real life

She also expressed appreciation to Rowen for keeping the party on track and having good ideas but he is currently not in the party for being too squishy

We sneaked into Kanbalar via the snowy roof. Her: "Where are we?" Me: "The eaves." Both of us, in sync: "The Christmas eaves"

We fought Exodus and reclaimed the airship so next time we'll pick up from there. I honestly can't remember the exact next part, something with the Zenethra? We're on our way to Jude and Alvin's confrontation which I'm looking forward to seeing her react to.

(this is part 7. master post here)

[letmelickyoureyeballs]

Throw back to the time we had to make poems or whatever in middle school and I came up with this beauty:

I was a demon, a devil, a horror

Hiding in the shadows of the night

Stalking trick-or-treators

Hunting

[stillmonsterz]

you know i'm down

pairing: jay x reader

genre: smut

summary: it's march 2020 and you're stuck in the house with your stepfather during lockdown. can the two of you keep it together?

warnings: stepcest, unprotected sex, swearing, dubcon, panty-sniffing, virus mention, COVID implication (?),

word count: 3.8k

--

“Yeah. Yeah, I know, things are getting crazy, but try to keep your head up, yeah? You’ll be safe,” Jay said into his phone, his forehead creasing as he spoke. His newly wedded wife had taken a trip to visit her mother shortly after their marriage, but now the government was advising that she stay where she was. The news was scaring her, and it scared Jay, too, but he couldn’t let her know that. He was her steadfast protector, her bastion, and so he reassured her that everything would be okay.

“And you’ll take care of her too, yes?” she asked firmly, referring to her daughter.

“Of course, honey. I’ll take care of her like she’s mine,” Jay said, rubbing his forehead. “I promise.”

“You’re so good with her,” his wife said. “You know, she really likes you, right?”

“I really like her, too,” Jay said softly, and it was the truth. His wife and her daughter had moved in with him three short months ago, and neither of them had caused trouble. On the contrary: Jay wished that he could see more of her daughter so they could be closer. He wanted to be a good stepfather, but she was always holed up inside of her room.

They exchanged goodbyes, I love yous, and promises to stay safe, and then Jay was alone on the couch with his own thoughts. If he sat there for too long, stewing in fear, he would lose his mind. Jay turned the television on and checked the news. They were strongly advising people to stay put for at least two weeks, and Jay made a mental note to coordinate with his employees about this in a few hours. No point riling people up and forcing them to worry about work so early in the day.

Jay was sitting on the couch with lips set in a line when you had tentatively crept down the stairs, worry etched on your features. He turned the television off and assessed you carefully. You were so similar to your mother in stature and facial features, but Jay doubted that his wife would ever don the dolphin shorts and hoodie combination you were so fond of wearing. Of course, you made it look cute. You shuffled over to him, wringing your hands. 

“Mom really can’t come back?” you asked, hovering near the other end of the couch.

Jay nodded, setting his phone on the side table. “Yeah, they really want to curb the spread of the virus,” he said, smoothing his hands down his legs. “She’ll be okay, though. There’s a lot of food at her mom’s house, and she won’t be alone. It’ll only be two weeks.”

Your lower lip trembled, and you looked away from Jay as you tried to calm yourself down. You rubbed your hands along your arms, and Jay could see that you had goosebumps. “You don’t think she got it, do you?” you asked in a wavering voice. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Jay said quietly. “Look at me.” When you refused, obstinately staring at the ground, his voice became firm. “Look at me.”

You lifted your head, and he spread his arms and gestured for you to come to him. He wrapped you in his embrace, rubbing your back. You leaned on him, kneeling in between his legs as you hugged him tightly. “There’s no way that she caught it,” Jay said soothingly. “She’s been with her family the entire time. She hardly went off their property.”

“I’m just so worried. I’ve never lived through anything like this before,” you said falteringly, pulling away so you could look at his face. Jay knew you were looking at him to check for chinks in his armor, a sign of doubt. He pulled his features into a convincing mask of resoluteness and confidence. 

“It’ll all be okay,” he said, running his thumb along your cheek. “Look on the bright side, you won’t have to commute to school for two weeks.”

You chuckled, looking down as you smiled. “You’re right, Jay.” Jay liked that you didn’t try to call him Dad or Daddy. When he had first met you after a few months of dating your mom, he had been pleased to find that you weren’t the archetypal bratty stepdaughter. Instead, you were sweet and intelligent, and you hardly asked him for a thing. Jay stroked your hair comfortingly and kissed your forehead. 

“You wanna watch a movie together? Would you like that?” You nodded your assent, and Jay reached around for the remote and went on Netflix. He put something lighthearted on for you, and shortly after the movie started you rested your head on his chest. Belatedly, Jay realized that it might be somewhat inappropriate to hold you like this, with you curled up in his arms, kneeling between his legs. But you were so worried, and you needed a guiding figure there, so what else could he do?

Jay continued to rub your back as you watched the movie together. At some point, though, Jay’s attention permanently moved from the film onto you, and he studied your features closely. His wife was a very pretty woman, and started to realize that her daughter was a very pretty girl. 

Maybe this lockdown wouldn't be so bad, if he could get closer to you.

–

The next day, Jay took stock of everything in the kitchen. Thankfully, they tended to bulk-buy, so he didn’t think that they would have to go shopping for two weeks. Yesterday, you hadn’t eaten dinner, blaming your nerves for curbing your appetite. He decided to surprise you with a pancake breakfast. He smiled as he imagined you eating pancakes. You’d look so adorable with full cheeks…

As he started to gather the ingredients, he heard footsteps padding on the tiled floor. 

“What are you doing?” you asked quietly. Jay turned to face you, and his breath caught. You were rubbing your eyes, looking around the kitchen, and you were so cute. Jay swallowed thickly and returned his attention to the array of supplies in front of him. 

“Just making breakfast,” he mumbled. “Pancakes.” 

“Can I help?” He heard you come closer, and he could smell your body wash. It was fruity and playful; something from Victoria’s Secret or Lush, a store like that. It went so well with your natural fragrance, Jay had to resist the urge to sniff the air.

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jay replied, kneeling down to find where the pans were stashed. It was his house, but his wife had reorganized the kitchen to her liking, so he had trouble finding things. 

“I want to help,” you said, and Jay looked up at you. A mistake. How could he refuse those earnest eyes of yours?

“Yeah, sure,” he said, hoping he came off as nonchalant. He gave you some instructions, well-aware that his voice was somewhat strained. Jay watched you bustle around the kitchen, shamelessly checking you out. Guilt nipped at him, but he reasoned that it was just looking. There was nothing wrong with looking. And when you wore little shorts like that, you were asking to be looked at, really. 

Jay snapped himself out of it and returned his attention to cooking. He flipped the pancakes without using a spatula, and you clapped. “I wish I could do that,” you said. 

“Here, I’ll show you.” Jay wrapped your hand around the end of the pan and covered it with his own. “You have to utilize a certain flick of the wrist, but put pressure on your index finger, your middle finger, and your thumb…” When you successfully flipped a pancake with his help, you giggled, and he felt warm. Like a proud father, he thought. Just like a proud father.

As you two ate breakfast together, he could see your happiness returning. You must have been so worried about your mother, and he was glad to see you shoveling pancakes in your mouth and laughing about some video your friend had sent you. 

“You’ve got syrup all over your mouth,” Jay said, smiling. Before you could wipe it yourself, Jay wet his thumb and wiped it off, relishing in the opportunity to touch your lips. “I bet you were such a messy kid,” he murmured.

“I was,” you said with a self-deprecating laugh. “My mom was always running after me with Wet Wipes.” 

Jay chuckled at the thought, retracting his thumb. “I’m sure she didn’t mind. You were probably a cute kid, too.”

You groaned. “I was so cute. I have no clue what happened.”

You got pretty, Jay thought. 

“You think I’m pretty?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips, and Jay realized that he had carelessly complimented you. 

Jay cleared his throat. “Of course you are,” he said, desperately trying to center himself. “You look just like your mother.”

You nodded, still looking pleased with the compliment, and Jay could feel his heart racing out of his shirt. You were going to be the death of him.

–

The next day, after dinner, (another collaboration between the two of you), you had announced that you would do the laundry. Jay shook his head and handed his plate to you. “You do the dishes,” he said, smiling slyly. “I’ll take care of the laundry.”

You begrudgingly took the plate and stacked it on top of yours. “I hate doing the dishes.”

Jay laughed and ruffled your hair as he walked past you. “Doing things you hate builds character,” he called behind his shoulder. 

As soon as he got upstairs, he made a mad dash to your bedroom to retrieve your laundry basket. He didn’t have a lot of time. Jay opened your door and bent down to examine the white hamper. Pawing through your clothes, he shakingly retrieved a pair of your panties. It was painfully conservative. Weren’t girls your age supposed to be wanton little sluts? He held it up, examining it closely. Common sense told him to put it back, morality told him to put it in the hamper, and his own conscience was screaming at him to just drop the fucking panties. But something stronger compelled him to hold the panties to his nose and sniff them deeply. Your scent was intoxicating, and he sighed. Jay took a few more deep sniffs before he dropped the panties back into the hamper and walked down to the laundry room. 

It was lockdown, he concluded as he set the basket down. Lockdown was driving him crazy, turning him into a libidinous beast. Never mind that it had only been three days - three days was enough. Three days of being forced to watch as your stepdaughter pranced around in shorts that just barely hid her tight little ass, of having to smell her, of knowing that there was pussy that he couldn’t get to…that would drive a monk to drink. As long as he didn’t act on it, Jay reasoned, he’d be fine. 

-

Over the next week, you and Jay had fallen into a routine. You ate breakfast together, then you dispersed to your separate rooms- you had to do online school, and Jay had to navigate running a business over Zoom. You would eat lunch together, discussing the virus, your problems, or just comfortably sitting in silence. 

Then you squirrel away back to your room. When that happened, Jay would generally do two things in an interchangeable order. He would either retire to his office and read a business management book or go over his emails, or he would rub his dick raw in his ensuite bathroom to the thought of stepdaughter pussy. Pornography wasn’t necessary; he could just close his eyes and imagine you in those stupid shorts, imagine you taking them off and crawling towards him, imagine his hands groping your forbidden body.

 After that, he would cook dinner for the two of you, and you would watch a movie together. You liked to rest your head on his shoulder, saying that that’s how you and your mother would watch movies. So Jay would wrap his arm around you, his other hand clenching the armrest of the couch so tightly his knuckles turned white as he tried to fight off his basest urges. After that, you would go to your room, and Jay would go to his room and edge himself for half an hour. 

Then, he would text your mother and tell her that he loved her.

–

A week after the lockdown had been announced, Jay checked his appearance in the mirror in the living room and frowned. He had a meeting in an hour, but he noticed that he was developing a unibrow. Normally, his wife would help him pluck the hairs.

You walked downstairs and noticed Jay scowling at himself. “What’s wrong?” you asked, standing next to him. By now, just your scent went straight to his cock, making it stir, and Jay sighed.

“Your mom’s not around, so now I’m turning into a caveman,” he said, pointing at his eyebrows. 

Your face brightened. “I can pluck them for you!”

Jay’s face fell, but he quickly put on a mask of indifference. “Oh, you don’t have to, I can figure it out,” he said, waving his hand.

You reached out and grabbed his hand. “Please, Jay? It’ll be so fun. It’ll be therapeutic. Please?”

You were the devil, he decided, the devil cloaked in the vestments of a college student. “Fine,” he relented, and you cheered.

Jay wearily stood next to the mirror as you sprinted up the stairs to get your tweezers. You bounced back down shortly, opening and closing the tweezers with the steeliness of a surgeon. 

“Sit down,” you ordered, pointing at the couch in the living room. Jay obeyed, sitting down on the far end of the couch. You straddled his waist.

“What are you doing?” Jay asked, his voice somewhat panicked.

“I have to get close to you,” you replied. Jay realized that his reaction was unwarranted and he was doing a shit job of acting like he didn’t want to fuck you, so he nodded. 

As you plucked his eyebrow hairs, Jay rested his hand on her waist to stabilize you. He stared at you as you worked; you were so lovely when you focused. Jay decided not to fight it, just for now. He languidly rubbed a circle around your waist as you plucked his eyebrows, and his other hand rested on your knee. If Jay tried, he could almost forget who you were. He could just pretend like there was no relation, that you were a stranger, that it wasn’t wrong to feel like this.

“Done!” You put the tweezers on the side table and examined his brows by tilting his head this way and that. Jay continued looking at you. He leaned back so that he was resting fully on the armrest, and your chest pressed against his due to the slight shift in position.

Jay’s voice was low and rough. “How does it look?” His hand still caressed your waist over your hoodie, and he noted that you made no move to get up.

“Very nice,” you replied, both hands still on his face. “You look very handsome now.”

Jay smiled slightly, looking you up and down. “Yeah?”

You looked in his eyes and nodded. “Yeah.”

Jay wasn’t sure who had leaned in first, but he did know that he was the one who deepened the kiss. You tasted incredible, and you weren’t a bad kisser, either. Your lips were soft and you took your time; your hands still cupped his cheeks. Jay’s hand slipped from your waist and worked its way up your hoodie, resting on your stomach. His other hand crawled up your leg, and he was endlessly grateful that you wore those dolphin shorts all the time. 

You were the one who probed your tongue at the entrance of his mouth, and you were the one who ran it along his teeth. He stroked his tongue along yours, tilting his head even further. Your hands slipped from his cheeks to rest on his shoulders.

Strangely enough, as he made out with his stepdaughter, Jay felt no qualms. All he could focus on was how good it felt, on how warm your little mouth was, on the way your body tensed as he ran his hands over you. Jay brought his hand higher, from your stomach to your ribs, until it was resting just below your breasts. He waited for you to pull away, to tell him to stop, but when you didn’t, he continued. Jay’s hand cupped your breast, and he briefly broke the kiss.

“You didn’t wear a bra?” he asked in an accusatory tone, kneading your breast. 

You shook your head.

“You wicked little minx.”

You shrugged, placing your hands behind his neck. “I normally don’t wear bras around the house. I mean, it’s just you and me in here.”

“No,” Jay whispered. “It’s not ‘just’ me.” Jay leaned in to kiss you with renewed fervor. His other hand slipped up into your shorts, fondling your upper thigh. Gently, Jay began to push you down onto the couch, until he was resting his full body weight on top of you. His hand groped at your chest, and he used both of his hands to pull your hoodie off. Finally, finally, he would get to see your body without a massive piece of fabric hiding it.

Jay moaned as soon as he saw your naked torso. He momentarily stopped kissing you to suck your tits. Both of his hands ran up and down your thighs, and he relished in your little gasps and whimpers. Jay took his mouth off of your breast and looked up at you. “You like that?”

You nodded, your face contorted in pleasure. “I like it, Jay.”

You had all but given him the green light to do whatever he wanted to your body, and almost without his knowing he began grinding his hips against yours. After leaving sloppy kisses all over your breasts, Jay kissed you again, sucking your tongue over and over again. 

He continued to rut against your clothed pussy, the friction assuaging the painful stiffness he felt in his cock. Jay knew he was pathetic. He knew how degenerate, how desperate, how sick he was. Only a freak would dry hump their stepdaughter on the couch. He didn’t even last an entire week. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to fully care, let alone to stop. Jay ground his crotch into yours, pressing you deeper into the couch, and he groaned in your mouth. 

His hands were all over you now, stroking your back, your chest, your stomach, your thighs, and he was dimly aware of your own hands snaking up his shirt. 

Jay broke the kiss again, sweat dripping down his nose. “You can’t tell anyone,” Jay said frantically as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Got that? Not your friends, not your classmates, not your mom. Do you understand me?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough. “Do you understand me, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you said hoarsely, your lips already swollen. “I won’t tell anyone.”

Jay tossed his belt to the side and tugged his jeans down. “Our little secret, right?”

You shimmied out of your shorts. “Our little secret.”

Jay slid your panties down your legs and parted your legs, pushing one up the couch and leaving the other to hang off of the side. He glanced at you as he worked his cock a few times. “Are you a virgin?”

You shook your head. 

“Good.”

“Why?”

“I’d never fuck a virgin the way I’m about to fuck you,” Jay said. Your eyes widened in apprehension, and Jay smiled.

He pushed himself inside of you roughly. As soon as he felt your pussy tighten around his cock, its warmth enveloping him, he swore. “Oh, fuck.” Jay kept your legs pushed open as he inches himself into you. At first, he shallowly thrusts into you with about half of his length. You’re already shuddering like a whore, whining and shaking, but you aren’t wet enough for his liking. Jay reached his hand down and stroked at the area above your vagina lips, eventually finding your clitoris. He rubbed it, just enough to get you nice and sopping wet. It didn’t take long, either; you must have been as pent-up as he had been, judging by the way you were gasping. Even just a few inches had you stuttering out some words that would make your mother blush.

He pulled out of you slightly, swirling his hips, before slamming his cock into you again. You moaned, a sound so gorgeous that he had to continue. Jay pounded your pussy mercilessly, his hands keeping your legs split open. His balls slapped against your thighs almost painfully as he kept up his pace. 

“Should have done this at the start,” Jay huffed. “Should have been inside you the second lockdown started.”

You opened your eyes. “Why didn’t you?”

Good question. Why hadn’t he just fucked you like this when you had come running to him for comfort? Why had he bothered waiting? For propriety? For politeness? None of that mattered. The only thing that mattered now was the feeling of your pussy gripping his cock. 

Jay smiled slightly as he imagined how your mother would react to this: her daughter splayed out on the couch, her tits bouncing up and down, her hand covering her mouth so her moans won’t echo all over the house, and her stepfather in between her legs, fucking her ruthlessly. The scary thing was, Jay didn’t think he could stop even if your mother had walked in. Your pussy felt too good, too tight, too warm, too inviting. 

You were so wet that Jay could hear it, his cock making obscene noises as it ravaged your hole. Jay pulled out of you, breathing heavily. He dragged you from the couch and laid you flat on the rug. 

“On all fours,” he said raggedly. “Now.”

You were weak, but you obeyed his instructions, displaying your red, aggravated pussy for him. Jay mounted you and fucked you like a dog, chasing his orgasm. His hands groped around your chest and he grabbed your tits while he pounded you. He leaned his head back and let out a primal moan.

Soon, your arms gave out and you collapsed onto the floor. Jay didn’t pull out of you, couldn’t pull out of you. He braced his arms on either side of you and slammed into you, pressing his entire body weight onto you. 

He felt his orgasm approaching, and he sped up, grunting and groaning. Jay felt like he would die if he didn’t cum, and he fucked into you mindlessly. When his orgasm hit, he let out a strangled scream. He could feel the pleasure from his cock all the way to his fingertips; his hairline tingled as he emptied himself out in your pussy. 

Jay didn’t know what he would do next. He didn’t know how you would act around each other. But he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had to do this again and again with you.

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‘what’s with the ken-posting pav? 🤔’ you may ask. well have you considered i’ve been watching p3 reload snippets in secret 👀 like someone’s 2nd persona awakening 👀👀 which pulls not a single-whammy, not a double-whammy, but a TRIPLE-whammy of lines, in succession, that are ALL my favourite tropes and themes 🔥, which have mostly only been seen in my little baby boy Theon as well. Now in this comparative essay I will—