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slut4thebroken · 4 months

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Tease

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Pairing | Neil Lewis x girlfriend!reader

Summary | You show up to work wearing something he’s never seen on you before and, because of his reaction, decide to tease him for the entire day.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, kissing, lowkey public sex?, thigh fucking, groping, grinding, misogyny?, a tiny bit of angst, sexual tension, creampie hehe, humiliation, praise, overstimulation, orgasm delay/denial, Neil is down bad for reader lowkey (highkey).

Words | 6.1 k

Notes | idk I just like horny simp Neil.

Ao3 link | <3

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“W-what are you wearing?” He choked out, almost dropping the stack of tapes in his arms.

“What?” You asked. He glanced at your legs as you walked closer, then turned around as you passed him to go clock in.

“What the hell are you wearing?” He tried again, firmer this time. You turned around, your brows furrowed in confusion, and his eyes kept going from your legs to your face.

“What? Neil, they're called shorts. It’s literally the middle of summer.”

“Those,” he held the tapes in one arm and gestured wildly at your legs with the other, “are not shorts. Those are practically underwear for fucks sake.” The door suddenly opened and you both turned to the customer walking in.

“Hi, welcome!” You called out, giving him a warm smile. He murmured out a response then started browsing the shelves. “We can talk about you and your fragile masculinity later.” You whispered to Neil, making his mouth fall open.

“Me being concerned about my girlfriend showing off her ass does not mean I have fragile masculinity.” He hissed back.

“It’s not even out and you don’t decide what I fucking wear, Neil. Get over yourself.” You spat.

“Yes it is!” He yelled, but quickly lowered his voice when the customer looked over.

“No, it’s not.” You seethed, then reached for the waistband of your jeans and pulled them up even more, giving yourself a minor wedgie just to spite him. “But now it is!” You said with a saccharine smile as you flipped him off and turned back around to continue what you were originally trying to do. You heard him choke behind you and you knew his whole face was red from anger and arousal. The thought made you smirk.

You didn’t intend for him to react this way. You just woke up late and threw on the first pair of shorts you could find. Sure these were from a few years ago… but they didn’t fit that much differently. Or so you thought. But it’s more fun to tease him like this.

After setting down your bag and clocking in, you walked to the back to grab a box and start shelving the returned tapes. Neil manned the register, sometimes clearing his throat and stuttering if you were in his eyeline. The store was empty again and he grabbed a few tapes to start putting away. Once you knew he was about to be behind you, you bent over to put a tape on a lower shelf, then almost immediately heard a loud crash. You stood up and turned around, finding him clutching one of the racks to keep it from tipping over as the tapes in his hands laid scattered at his feet.

“Are you okay, Neil?” You asked innocently, making him look at you again with a scowl. “Let me help you with those.” You walked over and dropped to your knees in front of him, then got down on your hands to stick your ass out as you collected the tapes. You grabbed a few and leaned back up, holding them out for him, but he was frozen, staring at you with wide eyes and parted lips. His gaze wasn’t even on your face, it was on your low cut tank top that had slipped down a little and exposed the top part of your bra.

“I’m not going to sit here forever, do you want them or not?” Almost as if he was in a trance, he raised his arms, letting you set the tapes in his hands. You leaned back down, sticking your ass up farther this time, and collected the rest of the tapes. You stayed on your knees as you handed them to him, but got back up once the door opened again. You greeted the person and Neil continued gawking at your body. Honestly you almost started to feel bad for him, but this was too amusing for you to stop now.

The day dragged on slowly. You ended up cleaning the floors and the couches a little, collecting all of the trash and pieces of popcorn lodged in the sides and between the cushions. You leaned down to look under the couch and spotted more trash, but it was too far back for you to reach it.

“Hey, Neil?” You called out, sticking your ass up and arching your back more. You heard a loud stomp, as if he had tripped, then he muttered curses to himself, making you smirk. You looked over your shoulder at him, still staying in that position, and his eyes were practically glued to your ass.

“Y-yeah?” He asked, voice cracking embarrassingly. He cleared his throat and forced his gaze to your eyes.

“Can you just move the couch back a little? I can’t reach the trash under here and I’m not strong enough to move it myself.” You are. He probably knows that. But he agreed anyway.

He stepped forward and pushed one arm of the couch back, then walked over to the other side to do the same thing. You shuffled closer on your knees and arched your back even more to press your chest flat on the ground so part of your shoulder could get under the couch— You weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t reach it, but you could’ve used a broom or something.

“Almost.. got it…” You groaned, reaching farther. “Fuck— c’mon… I’m so close.” You muttered, but in your bedroom voice. Your fingers brushed the trash, but you didn’t grab it yet, wanting to drag this out a little more. You let out a whine of discomfort at your position and tried to reach further under the couch. “Almost there… so close— so fucking close.” You all but moaned, wiggling your ass a bit. You were being pretty obvious by now so he had to have known what you were doing, but he still didn’t say anything.

Deciding to be done now, mostly because your knees were actually starting to hurt like this, you moaned quietly and pretended to reach further. Once you grabbed the trash, you let out the noise you usually make when you lay down after you finish riding him— a mixture of a huff and a groan. You scooched back out, shaking your ass a bit as you did so, then leaned up with a heavy breath. You held up the trash with a proud smile.

“I got it!” He was completely frozen, lips parted, eyes wide, entire face and neck flushed, and you could see the large bulge in the pants now. You stood up finally and placed a hand on his bicep. “What would I do without my big, strong boyfriend to move couches for me?” You said teasingly, giving him unnecessary praise just to fuck with him more.

“I— You… That..”

“Hm?” You tilted your head a little, giving him a chance to try again. The door opened again and you greeted the customer before taking a step away from him.

“But— you…” He all but whined, giving you puppy dog eyes as you started backing away.

“Neil, we can’t just stand here all day. We actually have to work.” You said with a quiet laugh and a warm smile.

“Excuse me?” A man called out, so you walked over to him. “I was just wondering what action movies you’d recommend?” You could feel Neil’s eyes on you as you walked over to that section and pointed out different films that you liked until he picked one. “What about comedies?” You walked over to that section, him trailing along behind you as you started listing out different titles and descriptions.

The only response you were getting was “uh huh” or “yeah” so you turned back around just in time to see his eyes snap up to your face. You brushed it off and kept talking until he picked one.

“Will that be all for today?” You asked.

“No… I have one more question actually. What adult films do you recommend?” Your eyes widened as you stared at him, thinking he was joking, but he was completely serious.

“I-I’m not really sure I’m qualified to give you a good recommendation for that.” You said awkwardly.

“I’m not interested in watching something a man likes. I’m asking you so I can learn what women like— maybe pick up a thing or two.” It was hard to tell whether he was smiling or smirking.

“Oh. Then uh… I guess I can help.” You glanced at Neil, who was already watching you, then cleared your throat and led him to that section. “If you want something that accurately portrays female pleasure, I’d recommend this one.” You pointed to it and the man nodded, waiting for you to continue. “That’ll probably be your best bet for learning new stuff.” You shrugged.

“What’s your favorite though?” Now he was definitely smirking.

“Um…” You cleared your throat with a blush and turned toward the shelves. “I’ve seen this one once or twice.”

“That’s not what I asked, sweetheart.” He chuckled. You were suddenly really regretting wearing the clothes you chose today.

“Need some help?” Neil asked and you all but breathed a sigh of relief. The man’s expression dropped as he turned to face him.

“What, you don’t trust a woman to help me pick out a decent film?” He tried turning the situation into something it’s not, but Neil didn’t budge.

“Not because she’s a woman. She’s new, barely been here a week. As the owner, I’m sure I’m more than qualified to help you though.” He gave the man a fake smile, making him scoff and roll his eyes.

“Whatever. This store is weird as shit and you’re a fucking tease.” He spat, dropping the films to the floor and walking out. You quickly pulled your shorts down as far as you could and crossed your arms over your body. God— you felt so stupid. In what universe would dressing like this in public ever end well for you? This could’ve easily been done on a day off, spent at home where no one can see.

“What a fucking creep.” He muttered, breathing a sigh of relief.

“I- I think I’m gonna look in the back for something to change into.” You said quietly, feeling like you were about to cry. Honestly you just wanted to go home, but it’s only you and Neil today. You can’t leave him on his own. You kept your head down as you walked past him, but he gently grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Hey— wait, baby.” You took a deep breath and bit your trembling lip as he turned you around to face him. When he cupped your cheek, you couldn’t hold the emotions in anymore.

“I’m sorry, Neil. I- I didn’t… I was just trying to have fun but,” A choked sob cut you off and he shushed you as he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your body tightly.

“It’s not your fault. If it were your fault then every customer would have acted the same way. That guy was just a dick.” He cradled the back of your head as you buried your face in his chest.

“If you really want to change, I’m not going to stop you. But if you want, I’ll give you my shirt and you can stay behind the counter for the rest of the day.” You still.. technically wanted to continue whatever game you were playing. But you just felt so unattractive and gross and stupid and turned off. “Or you can go home, baby. There’s only a couple hours left and weekdays are usually slow anyway.”

“No. No I can’t… I can’t leave you here alone.” You croaked, lifting your head up to look at him. “I- I’ll just wear your shirt.” Honestly you wanted to wear sweatpants and a hoodie right now, but his scent was already starting to calm you. Maybe it could calm you even more while you finished working.

“Are you sure?” You nodded and stepped back, sniffling as you subconsciously covered your body again. He only hesitated for a moment before unbuttoning it and taking it off, leaving him in just a t-shirt. He helped you into it then gave you a soft kiss on your forehead, making you blush.

The rest of the day went by slowly. Only two other people came in, one of which was a man, but you felt safe hidden behind the counter and in his shirt. Neil finally locked the door and turned the sign to say ‘closed’ while letting out a heavy breath. He walked back over to you and stood on the other side of the counter, leaning his elbows on it to get closer to you.

“Can I help you?” You giggled, getting flustered by the proximity.

“Why yes actually. My girlfriend had a rough day today and I want to bring home a film to cheer her up. What would you recommend?” Despite the reminder of what had happened today, a small smile creeped up on your lips.

“Are you sure she wants a movie? There are plenty of other ways a guy could cheer a girl up.” You said suggestively, trying not to laugh.

“Really? Well, do you have any recommendations for that?” He continued playing along, doing much better at containing his laughter than you.

“She might like a kiss. That’s always a good start…” You said quietly as you glanced at his lips.

“And what should I do after that?” He rasped, leaning even further across the counter.

“I have a few ideas… but she might want you to surprise her instead.” Your voice was getting embarrassingly breathless now.

“She hates surprises.” He whispered.

“Not this kind.” You said, just as quiet. You were subconsciously leaning closer until you could feel his breath fanning your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut and your nose brushed his for only a moment before he finally connected your lips. Letting out a quiet sigh, you leaned even closer to him and brought a hand up to run through his hair. He pulled back far too soon and you whined as you tried to pull him closer by his hair, but he just let out a breathy chuckle in response.

“Let’s go to the couch.”

“We should go home, Neil… People can still see inside and it feels wrong to fuck on a public couch.” You said with a quiet laugh, even though you wanted him now.

“Who said anything about fucking?” He didn’t let you get another word in before walking over and plopping down onto the couch. You followed, but he stopped you as you started to sit. “No. Continue your little game from earlier.” You blushed and averted your gaze, suddenly getting shy.

“Neil…” But you didn’t know what to say.

“I think there’s a tape stuck in the VHS player. Can you try getting it out?” There was no tape, his tone made that obvious, but so did the bulge in his pants— he wouldn’t ever have you do something work related after hours, especially while he’s horny. “Or it can wait until tomorrow and we can head home.” He was giving you an out, letting you stop the scene if you were uncomfortable, without feeling awkward about it.

“No, I’ll give it a try.” You smiled, then shuffled over to the tv on your knees. Putting one hand on the ground, you stuck your ass out just the slightest amount while your other hand pretended to do stuff on the device. “Any suggestions?” You looked over your shoulder and his eyes snapped up to your face from your ass.

“Maybe there’s a cord unplugged or a cable loose or something.” He gestured to the floor, so you lowered your chest down and pretended to look at all the wires down there. “Anything?”

“Not that I can see.”

“Try getting a little closer maybe.” You shuffled closer, then wiggled your hips a bit as you ‘searched.’

“I don’t know, Neil… Everything looks normal.”

“I’ll call someone about it then. Thank you for trying, baby.” You leaned back up and turned to face him, still on your knees.

“Anything else you need me to do?” You asked innocently, making him chuckle.

“I’m not gonna overwork my best employee. Come up here.” He patted his thigh and you scrambled to your feet to go straddle him. Your hands settled on his shoulders and his grabbed your hips. “You should wear my clothes more often. They look good on you.” He murmured, leaning forward to trail kisses over your neck.

“Better than my own clothes?” You smirked, making him laugh breathily against you.

“Definitely not.” He kissed up to your ear, then down your jaw until his lips brushed yours. This time you leaned forward. When he squeezed your hips tighter, you moaned quietly and brought your hands up to tug on his hair. The kiss was messy and desperate, releasing hours worth of pent up sexual tension in just that one simple action.

His hands snaked around to your ass and he groped you almost painfully, making you gasp out a moan. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your now open mouth and licked into the kiss. You were panting as much as you could while being kissed and he started pulling your hips to grind on his covered cock. You whimpered and tightened your grip on his hair, making him let out a low groan and pull back enough to speak.

“These fucking shorts…” He gruffed, pulling you harder against him. “Were you trying to kill me? Honestly I should have you arrested for attempted murder.” You giggled at that— his humor during moments like this were your favorite. When he suddenly pulled his hand back and brought it down hard on your ass, you yelped embarrassingly in surprise. He was back to groping you, using his grip to help you grind on his bulge.

His hands snaked up to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them up even further, making you whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck. The motion gave him a better view so he grabbed your ass again and tilted it up more, arching your back almost uncomfortably to get a good look. Even if you weren’t currently grinding on him, the seam of your shorts would’ve been enough to leave you panting and moaning, desperate for more. He slid his fingers under the leg holes and pulled them up even more, then started moving your hips even faster.

“Let me see your tits, baby.” He whispered, making you whine, but lift yourself up anyway. He never stopped moving your hips as you reached for the top button on his shirt and slowly worked your way down. “I can’t fucking take this anymore, please let me see.” He whined, his hips bucking up into you now. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, you shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. You were practically spilling out of your bra and he removed one hand to tug down the front of your tank top and expose even more of you.

“Fuck…” He groaned, leaning forward and kissing across your chest. He started mouthing at your nipple through the bra, making you whine at the lack of real stimulation.

“Neil…” You tried to beg.

“You did this to yourself, baby. Dressing like this.. bending over for me and sticking your ass out… kneeling and giving me a perfect view of your tits.” He landed a rough smack on your ass, making you jolt. “That was all you. Now it’s time to accept the consequences of your actions.”

“Please!”

“No. Get up.” You pouted, but stood on shaky legs, watching him lay down. “On my lap facing away from me.” He ordered. You tentatively crawled onto him and straddled his hips, looking back at him over your shoulder as you waited for the next command.

“Give me a show, baby.” You whined once you understood what he wanted. Placing your hands on his thighs to brace yourself, you started rocking your hips, grinding on his bulge. He groaned quietly behind you.

“Stop.” Your hips slowed to a stop and you waited in anticipation. “Pull them up more,”

“But I already basically have a wedgie, Neil!” You pouted, moaning when he slapped your ass again.

“Up.” He growled. You huffed, but moved your hands to the waist and pulled them up more. “Now hold them there and keep going. Faster.” You whined as you adjusted your position to start grinding on him without being able to steady yourself. “Higher.” He spanked you again, forcing a whimper out of you. You lifted them even more until it was almost starting to hurt.

“Good girl.” He groaned. Your thighs were starting to burn, but every time you slowed, you got another spank, each one harder than the last. After a while he huffed— and probably rolled his eyes. “Lay down.” You finally let go of your shorts and leaned forward so you were laying between his legs. He groped your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and pushing the shorts up to expose more skin. When his thumb ran over your mound, you jolted with a startled moan.

“Holy fucking shit.” He chuckled, making you stiffen. What the hell was so funny? “You soaked through the fucking jeans!” He laughed loudly and your whole face flushed in embarrassment. “Oh my god this is priceless. You’re really that horny?”

“Stop teasing me, Neil.” You whined with a frown.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You could tell by his tone that he wasn’t.

“You’re being mean.” You pouted and he rubbed over your clit a little harder now, making your hips flinch back toward the pleasure.

“I’m being mean… It’s not like you spent the entire day teasing me…”

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, hips squirming. He shushed you and removed his hands from your body, making you whine quietly. When you heard his belt, you paused. “Neil?” You asked quietly, but he ignored you. Clothes were rustling and he was shifting under you until he grabbed your thighs, pushed him together.

“Thighs together. Feet over my shoulders.” He demanded and you finally realized what was happening.

“Neil, no. I’m sorry— please fuck me.” He smacked your thigh this time, making you cry out. You dropped your head onto the couch with a whine, but moved into the position he wanted. His cock was pressed firmly between both thighs and against your covered heat, and you left out a long, bratty whine to protest. It cut off into a yelp though when he slapped you again.

“Stop it.” You felt like a child with the way he reprimanded you. His hands settled on your hips and he lifted you a little, giving himself just enough room to thrust up into you. “Squeeze my cock, baby.” You whined, but squeezed your legs together and he started bucking his hips, fucking your thighs.

When you tried to slip a hand between your bodies to rub your covered clit, he slapped your thigh again, much harder this time.

“Hands behind your back.” He demanded, making you whine.

“Neil, please! I said I’m sorry— please just fuck me…” Your voice trailed off into a pathetic whimper toward the end of your begging.

“Hands behind your back or I’ll come like this and we’ll be done.” He warned. You sobbed out a moan, but put your hands behind your back. “Good girl. While you’re at it, pull those shorts up more.” With a quiet whine, you moved your hands down to grab the waistband of your shorts and pull a little. They were already up so high, there wasn’t really anywhere for them to go, but Neil wasn’t satisfied.

“You wanted to parade around and show off your ass so fucking show me.” He growled and you tried pulling again.

“Can’t, Neil.” You whined.

“If you want me to fuck you then you need to figure it out.” You wanted to cry out and kick your feet— throw a tantrum basically. But that wouldn’t get you what you wanted.

You reached down a little more and grabbed each leg hole, then pulled. The fabric was digging into your cunt in a way that was pleasurable for a while, but was quickly becoming painful with the more force you used. It was also just uncomfortable having a wedgie with something so thick.

“Better.” You knew he meant ‘better, but not good enough’ so you pulled them up more.

“Hurts..” You whined with a pout.

“Poor baby.” He cooed condescendingly. “If only you hadn't been a tease all day.” He started bucking his hips up faster and grunting quietly as he panted. It sounded like he was close and you frowned at the realization. “More.” He ordered breathlessly. “Pull them up until your eyes get as wet as your cunt and you’re begging me for mercy.”

You cursed under your breath and bit your lip as you pulled even harder. It was so hard doing this to yourself. If he had done it, then you probably could’ve endured the pain, but you were having a hard time doing it to yourself.

“I don’t hear any crying or begging.” He hinted. With a quiet whine, you yanked the shorts hard enough to make the sound turn into a pained cry. More than half of your ass was exposed now and even though this was painful and degrading, it was making you needier. Needy for his touch, his praise… needy for him. So you kept pulling, letting out a strangled sob and burying your face in the cushion, trying not to think about the fact that this is a public couch.

“Good girl.” He groaned, tightening his grip on your hips and bucking up even faster now. “God these shorts are so fucking hot…” He moaned breathlessly. “Maybe I’ll start enforcing a work uniform…” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smirking. “Since you seem to love showing off your ass so much.” He removed one hand from your hip to spank your ass, then immediately put it back. You let out a startled moan and instinctively squeezed your thighs tighter together when your body tensed up, making him choke on a moan as his thrusts faltered.

“Holy shit… Keep squeezing me like that, baby.” His voice was even more breathy now. You kept your thighs firmly pressed together, even as he cursed and moaned loudly when his orgasm finally hit. Most of his come landed on your thighs but some of it covered your ass and shorts as well. His sounds quieted and he loosened his grip on your hips, letting you lay on him as you relaxed your thighs.

“Neil…” You whined, on the verge of tears.

“I know, baby.” He said through a breath as he continued panting, trying to calm down. “Lean back up.” You let go of your shorts and moved your legs forward so you were kneeling again. “I’m not done looking at your ass in those shorts and I need a minute before we can continue so ride my thigh.”

“Neil, please.” You sobbed out, trying to turn around but he grabbed your hips again.

“Stop fucking complaining and just do it.” He gruffed, making you whine.

“Please! Please just fuck me already— I can’t take this!” You cried, vision going blurry with tears.

“Fine.” He huffed, pushing you off of him as he sat up, but remained facing the center of the couch. He grabbed one of the pillows and threw it on the couch beside you. “Ride that instead.” Once he saw your expression, he continued. “Ride it or we’re done for today.” Your gaze shifted between him and the pillow as your bottom lip started trembling. He sighed and scooched closer to cup your cheek.

“I know you’re needy, baby. You’ve been such a good girl for me. Can you keep being good just a little longer? Then I’ll give you what you want.” He said softly, making you practically melt. Hesitantly, you gave a small nod, biting your lip. “That’s my girl.” He whispered before leaning closer and giving you a gentle kiss. You tried not to frown when he pulled away then moved back to his position on the far end of the couch.

With a quiet sigh, you turned around and straddled the pillow. His come was already staining it— you’ll have to remember to take it home to wash. You closed your legs a bit to keep it in place, then slowly started grinding on it, spreading the mess. Honestly, the jeans were doing more for you than the pillow was, but you had to be good. You wanted to be good for him. He cursed under his breath, so you sped up a little, trying to put on a show for him.

“Fuck, baby…” He groaned, making you blush. You were whining now, speeding up and letting out quiet whimpers and moans each time you rocked your hips. You needed more so badly.

“Neil,” You murmured, still trying to be good while vocalizing how you were feeling.

“Is it not enough?” He cooed, almost sympathetically, and you shook your head with a quiet sob. “Okay, baby. Take them off now.” You could’ve cried in relief when he finally gave you permission. You removed the shorts quickly and discarded them and the pillow on the floor. “Underwear too.” You complied eagerly, then you were facing him, staring at him with wide, pleading eyes.

“Please fuck me.” You whimpered.

“Lay down.” He said softly, moving off of the couch to give you more room. He stroked his cock a little, bringing himself back to full hardness. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you, forcing your legs open as his body settled between them.

“You’re such a good girl.” He whispered, giving you another kiss. This one was longer and a little more passionate than the last. He pulled back but kept his face close, his nose brushing yours as you both panted. When he lined his cock up with your drooling hole, your breath hitched. He pushed in slowly, forcing you to feel every inch as he filled you. “Fuck you’re so wet.” He said through a breath, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against yours. He took a moment to compose himself, only moving when you started whining and squirming. “Okay, okay. I know.” He chuckled quietly, making you pout. But the expression left instantly when he slowly dragged out before pushing back in at the same speed.

“Neil,” You gasped out, clinging to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin as you whimpered. He hissed and his hips stuttered before he sped up a little.

“So good for me…” He whispered, voice barely audible. “Take my cock so fucking good.” You whined loudly and pulled him down to bury your face in the crook of his neck, trailing sloppy kisses over it since you could barely focus. He kept the pace slow and sensual for a while, panting lightly and caressing you softly.

“Please.” You whimpered, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. “Neil, please.”

“I know, baby.” He said through a breath, speeding up a little more. “Your little pussy’s just aching to come on my cock, huh?” He snaked a hand down and started rubbing your clit. That action, along with his words, had you mewling and arching your back up into him, desperately trying to get closer to the edge.

“Please,” Was the only response you could give.

“Be a good girl and beg for it.” He said teasingly, making you let out a long, bratty whine.

“Please make me come, Neil. I need it.” You whimpered, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please— it hurts.”

“Oh, it hurts? You poor thing.” He cooed mockingly, holding back a smirk.

“Please! I’m sorry for teasing, Neil. Please let me come.” His fingers sped up on your clit, forcing a choked moan out of you. “I’m so close… I’m so close— please,” You started babbling out senseless pleas, getting closer to the edge.

“Okay, baby. You can come now.” You almost cried in relief.

“Thank you! Fuck.. thank you,” You moaned. By now your hips couldn’t stop moving, trying to get more pleasure out of his thrusts and his hand on your clit. He didn’t reprimand you for it though. When he leaned down and started kissing your neck, the knot of arousal in your stomach finally snapped.

You cried out, clinging to him desperately as hours worth of pent up arousal finally exploded. Tears were brimming in your eyes from the intensity and you could just barely hear his moans through how loud your own were.

“Good girl.” He murmured, kissing your neck just below your ear. Your body trembled as he worked you through it, only moving his hand away from your clit when you finally sagged into the couch. You whined when he started thrusting faster and he shushed you. “I know, baby. I know it hurts, but just hold on for a little longer.” He begged and you couldn’t help the strangled sob that escaped you. It was too much.

“Neil,” You whimpered.

“You’re okay. Just a little longer, I promise.” His voice was getting breathier and more desperate as his thrusts became frantic, chasing his second orgasm. He pressed his lips to yours and he sped up even more somehow, making you cry out into the kiss.

“It hurts,” You sobbed quietly, making him pull away from your lips, but not stop thrusting.

“I’m so close, baby. Just let me come— let me come and I promise I’ll be done.” Even though he was technically “asking” you to let him do that, you knew he wasn’t really asking. “Fuck— fuck, I’m…” He choked out, cutting off into a whine as his hips stuttered, then finally slammed all the way in. Your whimper wasn’t heard over his loud groan each time he bucked his hips, trying to go impossibly deeper. You could feel the heat of it inside you, making your clit just barely start throbbing again. His movements finally stopped and he panted against your neck as he recovered.

“Fuck…” He breathed, laughing quietly. You couldn’t help but laugh a little too. “Are you okay?” He finally leaned up to look at you, getting concerned by the tears still in your eyes. Instead of responding, you pulled him down into a kiss, feeling his cock give a little twitch inside you. When you pulled back, there was a love-struck smile on your face.

“Mhm.” You hummed and he chuckled at your response.

“We shouldn’t have done this here because now you’re sleepy and you’re gonna complain the whole time when I make you get up so we can go home.” He said amusedly.

“I absolutely am gonna complain the whole time.” You smirked, making him scoff teasingly. He slowly pulled out and both of you hissed because of how sensitive you were. He pushed your legs open more to watch his come trickle out of you. Letting out a low groan, he bit his lip and shook his head in disbelief.

“I will never fucking get tired of this sight, I swear.” You blushed in embarrassment and looked away from him. When his fingers swiped through your folds, you jolted. He didn’t do much else other than keep his come from dripping onto the couch, but he quickly grabbed your shorts and put them back on.

“Wait— Neil, I kind of need underwear.” He was undeterred and continued until they were around your hips, making you cringe at the feeling.

“We’re gonna go home and you’re gonna stay covered in my fucking come until we get there and I can give you another load.” His voice was low and somehow still thick with arousal, making your stomach flutter.

“Too much of a coward to do it before we get there?” You smirked, daring him. It’s dark out now and there are plenty of places you could stop on the short walk home.

“That’s cute.” He deadpanned, making your smirk widen. “Stand up.” He put his length back in his pants and buckled his belt as you got to your feet. As soon as he was standing next to you, he grabbed the back of the jeans and pulled them up, making you let out an embarrassing yelp. Once a decent amount of your ass was hanging out of the bottom, he let go and put his shirt back on, leaving you in what you came in with so you couldn’t cover yourself.

“After you.” He smirked, smacking your ass when you turned around to head for the door.

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lindsaywesker · 1 year

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Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to Too Much Information Tuesday.

None of the Beatles were able to read music.

Actirasty is sexual arousal caused by sunshine.

An estimated 40% of your happiness is genetic.

The truth is never as painful as discovering a lie.

The record for most female orgasms in one hour is 134.

Marijuana can aid in slowing down the growth of cancer cells.

In 1800, the average age of an American was 16, today it is 38.

The Wikipedia page for 'Pedant' has been edited over 500 times.

The average American adult hasn’t made a new friend in five years.

In 2007, eight-year-old twin boys from Ohio invented wedgie-proof underpants.

The United States has been involved in some conflict for about 93% of its existence.

Just five minutes of movement every hour can reverse the harmful effects of inactivity.

Male coin spiders only have sex once. After mating, they chew off their own genitals.

People who spend money on experiences rather than material items tend to be happier.

Sex burns about 3-5 calories a minute. (One-Minute Man ain’t burning many calories!)

Sitting for more than three hours a day can reduce a person's life expectancy by two years.

South Korea shut down its entire space programme in 2014 when its only astronaut resigned.

Jay-Z is now the wealthiest musical artist in the world, with a net worth of about $2.5 billion.

If you are 16 or older, there's an 80% chance you've already met the person you are going to marry.

Drinking tea, particularly green tea, can help lower blood pressure. (Green tea is my first cuppa of the day!)

Out of the nearly 200 countries in the world, only 22 of them have never experienced a British invasion.

From 1700 to 1905, cows were tied to posts in St James's park and their milk sold 'straight from the udder'.

In 1952, the great smog of London was so bad that blind people led sighted people home from the train station.

The average woman absorbs up to five pounds of damaging chemicals a year thanks to beauty products.

According to its website, WD40 was once used by police to remove a naked burglar from an air-conditioning vent.

An attempt to make the world's biggest sandwich in Iran failed when the crowd ate it before it could be measured.

Even if they oppose it morally, roughly 40% of Americans surveyed would still help a loved one seeking an abortion.

The average man will spend 10 years of his life working, three years going to the toilet and four years waiting in line.

Erotomania is a psychological disorder where the sufferer has delusions that another person is in love with him or her.

In Japan, you can get QR codes imprinted on headstones. You simply scan the code, then watch a video about that person’s life.

When the first sewing factories opened, seamstresses complained of 'extreme genital excitement' caused by the sewing machines.

In the US, marijuana was initially made illegal by a man who testified the drug made white women want to hook up with black men.

Yellow teeth are stronger, the natural colour of our teeth is a light yellow colour. Whitening your teeth can permanently weaken them.

British politician Alan Johnson was mocked in 2005 when he had the role of Productivity, Engineering, and Industry Secretary (PEnIS).

In the 1670's, the Pope bought ‘St. Peter's beard’ from highwayman Dick Dudley and kissed it, not knowing it was actually a prostitute's pubic wig.

Although only 836 people live in the French village of Montolieu, it has one bookshop for every 56 residents as well several workshops and museums dedicated to the craft of making books.

The first occupational disease ever recorded in medical literature was 'chimney sweep's scrotum', testicular cancer caused by chronic irritation of the testicular skin by soot and chimney tars.

After movie studios declined, ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’ was instead financed by Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Genesis, Jethro Tull, and Elton John, all of whom saw it as “a good tax write-off."

Hawaiian pizza was invented in Canada by a man from Greece. He was inspired to put a South American ingredient on an Italian dish after eating Chinese food. It then went on to become the most popular kind of pizza in Australia.

The Japanese marathon runner Shizo Kanakuri fell asleep while taking a break during the 1912 Olympic marathon in Stockholm. In 1967, the Swedes invited him to return and finish the race. His final time was 54 years, 8 months, 6 days, 5 hours, 32 minutes and 20.3 seconds.

Okay, that’s enough information for one day. Have a tremendous and tumultuous Tuesday! I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #tuesdaymotivation #radio

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agent-cupcake · 3 years

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just curious, what’s your favorite and least favorite character design? my least fav for sure has got to be female byleth for reasons i don’t want to get in to yep ok have a good day 😁

IOops this accidentally became a rant, sorry

Okay so, to preface this all, I’m not a character designer and I’m actually pretty bad at it, but my rule of thumb with really unappealing or fan-service outfits is whether or not it makes sense character-wise and how much it tells the player about the character. For example, I think we can all agree that there’s quite a bit of fan-service elements in Hilda’s design. Boob window. However, it’s not unrealistic to imagine Hilda picking out those clothes for herself. Her costume tells you almost everything you need to know about her character on a visual level. She’s confident, pretty, attention-grabbing, and high maintenance while the gloves and laced girdle give a nod to her Viking-maiden roots.

Taking it to female Byleth, I don’t think that her outfit works on either front. Her design is definitely my least favorite and it’s not helped by the fact that you have to look at her at all times. Whatever. The huge, solid mass of boobs, the buttoned bib, the big eyes, the feather hair, the bellybutton, the ripped tights, the booty shorts. She’s a merc out in life and death situations with an accessible, pale, tacky 2000′s “stab me” stomach cut out and a wedgie. Which could be excusable if, like Hilda, there was reason to believe that that her costume was character choice. But she doesn’t really have much character, and what there is gives the impression of a very stoic, dry, blunt person. I have no idea why they’d have gone that route when the sexual appeal of more “utilitarian” costuming (aka, form fitting armor that at least pretends to be functional) for characters like her is scientifically proven AND would say more about the singular personality trait she possesses. Okay, well, I know why they didn’t do that and I think it’s lame. This dysfunction of “character designer wanted a sexy girl but it’s kinda random and just shoved in the game without any thought” actually reminds me a lot of Xenoblade 2′s leading ladies, Hikari and Pyra. Although considering that their bad designs led to a lot of people hating the game for superficial reasons while accepting female Byleth’s design, I guess I’m just bitter. Jumping to a different comparison, then, look at 2B from Nier Automata. Her design is fine as hell which is kinda hypocritical of me considering that it's explicitly fan-service, but I think it also shows the most damning thing for female Byleth. Her whole look, despite having a dozen different element thrown in, is boring. Maybe it’s the colors (dressing her in all black and white would have been really interesting considering the colors of the three lords are so heavily emphasized as a part of their characters) or maybe it’s just the way the desperate elements come together. But, like I said, I'm not even slightly knowledgeable about character design and I know that despite Three Houses being mostly separate, they had to appeal to a larger aesthetic brand to which I have little experience with. And, ultimately, a lot of people find her cute or sexy which...To each their own, I suppose. I don’t pretend that fan-service doesn’t work on me (2B... Cloud’s arms in the remake... Seph's shirtless Smash skin...) but when it’s this obviously inserted in by the character designers rather than feeling organic in any way AND looks bad I'm just not super interested.

The other worst designs for me would be all four of the Ashen Wolves post timeskip. I don't think it's controversial to say that they didn't try with the clothes, even if I love their designs from the neck up (Yes, even Balthus. He looks like the type of guy that would let you sit on his shoulders at a rock concert so you could see the stage). While there are other designs I think are unappealing, those are for purely aesthetic reasons and so I can't maintain the opinion that they're actively bad or that I even truly dislike them.

As for favorite looks... I actually have a few so sorry you're getting all of them because despite the shit I'm talking, I actually really really love the character designs in Three Houses.

Ferdinand's post timeskip is one of my favorite designs, if not my favorite. The hair, the coat, the armor, the spurs, the colors. You know exactly who Ferdinand von Aegir is just by looking at him. He’s wealthy, handsome, confident in his appearance, a hero, a princely type character, his battle form is mounted combat which is traditionally aesthetically reserved for nobility and leaders... I love it. The only reason I cannot say he IS my favorite is because of the three Lords. But before them, my honorable mentions include post timeskip Hilda, Dorothea, Lorenz, Felix, and Hubert. Granted, I could make a case for why I like almost all of the student’s post timeskip looks.

For the Lords, I obviously have to start with colors because, weirdly enough, Persona didn’t invent primary colors but are actually used as shorthand. Blue is the color of honor, loyalty, sincerity, sadness, and depression. Something I’ve always found very interesting is that blue is very rarely found in nature. To me, that’s always made it seem more lonely which, at least in this case, is thematically relevant. People call Dimitri boring pre timeskip and while I won’t defend his hairstyle (okay, actually, I probably would because he tucks it behind his ears and idk why but that’s one of the cutest things ever) I really like how unassuming he is. Bland. He’s supposed to be the plain shortbread cookie to caramel deLite Claude and strawberry meringue Edelgard. It is not in his character to draw attention to himself or stand out. To me, he kinda looks like an old Barbie prince, like he should have been named Dominic. Also I love the blue eyes/blonde hair thing and his more angular features. It really helps to sell him as the fakeout chivalrous prince type. Post timeskip, Dimitri's black armor is amazing. I love the fact that it’s a lot more intricate up-close with the different little shell-like pieces and the fact that his boots are furry. I love the big cape and the black and white fur around his shoulders. It’s really cool how they used his costume to change the shape of his in-game model to match the bodily proportions of the character art. It’s easier to see when you change his costume into the DLC ones, but the fur and cape build up his shoulders and chest look more broad while keeping that tiny little waist. The choice to give Dimitri an eyepatch is probably my favorite thing about this design. It’s genuinely inspired. Such a simple detail yet it tells the player everything they need to know about adult Dimitri when they see him post timeskip, in one frame the player can begin to understand the extent of his loss over the past five years. The subtle shadow under his eye in the first few Azure Moon chapters and the messy long-ish hair really help to sell the feral prince aesthetic as well, as it’s from those small cues the player gets that he’s exhausted (in more ways than one) and doesn’t maintain himself. None of these things are intentional choices by Dimtiri, they’re the result of what his character has been through.

Yellow is an intense, energetic color. Mostly, people think of it as being warm and inviting, the color of the sun and positivity. That intensity can be overwhelming, though, too visually demanding when compared to its primary counterparts. Don’t stare at the sun too long. Buuuut, it’s okay to stare at Claude. Claude not wanting to wear tight pants in either of his costumes is not only a mood, it is iconic. Pre timeskip, the softer lines of his silhouette makes him look kinda slouchy, kinda lazy. Like he’s not too concerned with appearances. But those adorably messy curls, the little braid, the clearly tended eyebrows, and earring make it clear that he DOES care about appearances and is very aware of his allure. And that’s before he even starts winking. It is honestly so in character that as many people picked him first on the basis of being thirsty, that feels like an intentionally Claude thing even if it was inserted by the designers. The contrast of his complexion with his seagreen eyes is gorgeous and instantly adds a kind of mystery and intrigue to him considering the setting... but it’s sf funny that nobody looked at bronze god Claude among a sea of white faces and thought something was up. Post timeskip, they used the same trick like they did with Dimitri to change Claude’s in-game model to match his canon appearance. The way they designed his uniform makes him not look as twink-ish, like he’s actually muscular and imposing and has the strength he’d need to shoot a war bow with a 120lbs draw weight. Also like Dimitri, you can instantly tell what Claude’s been up to. Like, he was very pretty pre timeskip but when he shows up in the Goddess Tower after those five years in all that gold, he demands your attention. Like a gentleman general with the excessive aesthetic ideals of the Alliance and details to imply his heritage. The quilted pants are amazing from both an aesthetic and practical standpoint. He’s a mounted unit riding a creature with scales, of course he’d want something on his legs for protection. And the chinstrap. I love that so much, it definitely makes him look more adult. He’s got such a cute soft baby face, it’s fun imagining him experimenting with different styles during the five years to get the most desired physical reaction to him as a leader.

Frenchfries, meet forehead. No, actually, Edelgard’s design is really fantastic. Claude and Dimitri both have realistically colored eyes and hair and then there’s Edelgard. Dimitri shrugs off attention physically and Claude shirks it with a wink but Edelgard commands the players attention from the very start. Although I’m sure there’s a lot of things to associate with white hair and purple eyes, my first thought was Daenerys from Game of Thrones. Otherworldly beautiful by with an edge. Red, of course, is The power color. Strong emotions, love and hate. Red is also associated strongly with blood, which is very important to Edelgard’s plot. Granted, I think the red and black association is even more powerful than JUST red and red is the cheapest play to make in regards to displaying villainy (I mean, there are some pretty universally recognized associations with red and black and it led to people making some unfair comparisons between Edelgard and a famous dictator) but I think it was effective and well used and I genuinely enjoy its use in her case. Anyway, if I had a major complaint about her design it would be the weird ashy color of her hair whereas Lysithea’s hair is pure white. Which doesn’t even matter with the AMAZING hair horns. Ram horns can actually symbolize quite a few things, but their association with power and strength is pretty universal I think. They’re also used in demonic imagery. I love that THIS was her alternative to a crown. Edelgard views herself as a force of war and power before she thinks of herself as royalty. She also mentions that she isn’t super vain, but she loves to do her hair, so the hair being the most elaborate part of her look is entirely in-character. Edelgard’s ensemble is, like Claude, very militaristic. I love that they kept her in a dress that embraces femininity without showing skin as that wouldn’t really suit her Also, again, Edelgard demands your attention. She’s dressed all in bright bright red waving around a giant axe. She is a symbol as much as she is a combatant, someone to follow. I didn’t really mention their secondary lord costumes, but a girl in sexy armor is literally everything and I love that they had the balls to put their main sexy waifu girl in full body armor.

Okay I’m sorry I realize this was excessive and probably didn’t need explaining and I’m not sure I even articulated my thoughts properly but anyway I love their designs so here is the positivity I’ll put into the world.

#fe3h #ferdinand von aegir #claude von riegan #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #haha i htae byleths design this was all just to justify my abject disgust for the way she looks #nobody sent me anything about dimitri's dick so this is what i've been reduced to

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toxiccaptain · 4 years

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Bully OC Meme

[template by @video-space ]

Name: Jackson Bianchi

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Clique: Greasers

Personality: loyal, genuine, good-natured, hardworking

Weapons/fighting style of choice: brick / pocket knife

[Dialogue]

Greetings:

-Aye man, what’s up.

-How’s it going dude?

-Hey.

-Oh hey there

-Hello ma’am

-Hello sir

-What’s up

-Heya

-How is it?

Saying Goodbye:

-I gotta go, see ya

-Bye dude.

-See ya later

-Ah, I must go.

-I’ll catch you later

Chasing:

-I’ll catch up eventually!

-You can’t run forever!

-Get back here coward!

-Running won’t save your face from my fist!

-A game a chase, fun!

-You can run, but you can’t hide!

-I’ll hunt you down!

-Where do you think you’re going!?

Out of breath:

-Maybe,, smoking isn’t ,,the way to go

-Damnit dude,, I feel out of shape

-I,, could’ve swore this was easier,,

-Guess,,I gotta lay off the smokes,,

-Holy hell,,

-I’ll get you,, later

-I’m getting too worked up on a shrimp

-Maybe if I wasn’t in this jacket I’d get you

-I shouldn’t be outta breath this quickly

Walking around talking to themselves:

-Maybe if the prefects weren’t around, I could’ve done more damage to the kid.

-I wonder what peanut thinks of me.

-The Harringtons will get what they deserve, eventually.

-Wonder if the greasers enjoy my upgrades.

-I need to buy more parts, or steal them.

-I need to sharpen my knife.

-Johnny needs to leave that tramp Lola, she has nothing to herself.

-Lola shouldn’t call herself a cheap slut if she even opens her legs for Hopkins.

-Maybe being rich has its perks, but that shouldn’t be known.

-Those stupid preps make me wanna light their stupid house up.

-Everything is boring, why can’t there be more blood.

-This school should get new parts for the cars.

-Gotta upgrade my ride.

-Peanut is a charming dude, wonder is he thinks the same with me.

-Gotta visit dad soon.

-Stupid prefects, always have to ruin the fun.”

-If crabblesnitch really cared for security then why’d he get a bunch of kids to do it.

-Id choke him out if I got the chance.

-I’ll break their face if they got near him.

-If I picked up peanut, would he be mad?

-I forget Larry doesn’t like the nickname peanut, but I think it’s cute.

-I enjoy being around girls but I like peanut more.

-Vance is kinda cute, is that too gay to say?

-I surround myself with guys that are good looking, and I’m not complaining.

-If johnny likes guys, I’d take him off lolas hands

-Being tall sucks sometimes, but it’s fun to pick people up.

-The girls in this school aren’t that half bad looking

-Beatrice isn’t that ugly, I wonder what everyone sees

Conversing:

-Did you hear about the new kid? Thinks he’s the toughest kid here.

-Smith is someone to stay away from, he really can piss people off.

-Heard burton flirts with the girls, surprised that bastard isn’t in prison.

-Poor Galloway man, all he wants to do is drink.

-Something’s going on between crabblsnitch and Danvers, and it’s weird.

-Danvers doesn’t like me, which makes it harder to get away with some things.

-Did you hear about the jocks? How they like to play with their balls, hate to be in their position

-This school is filled with nothing but morons. No offense

-Ms.phillips likes to be friendly with me, should I be weirded out?

-The prefects in this place suck.

Conversation responses:

-Damn man

-Yeah dude, I hear ya

-That sucks man

-I feel you man, but stuff happens.

-All we gotta do is let it slide for now.

-Once we get out of here, maybe things won’t be as bad.

-Wouldn’t doubt it dude.

-You said it man.

Complaining:

-ah man, everything stinks in the dorm

-dude, what the hell is up with everyone, you either love em or hate em

-hate that I can’t have what I want around here

-what does Lola have that gets so much attention, Shes so fake

-I’m attractive and smart, why are the idiots getting the good stuff

-can’t have fun, I bring up how much I love seeing dead animals and all of a sudden they think I’m mental

Unknown/cut dialogue:

-they can’t put me on meds, I’m not mental.

-at least I’m not the one taking medication

- do you get lost in the color red too?

-ever wanted to hear how a bone sounds when it breaks?

-I was invited to a party by tad himself, I think it’s a setup but I kinda wanna risk it and go

-keep barking at me and I’ll bite your head off

-people like to test the waters, only to regret it soon after

-I’m not gay but I’d totally make out with him

Starting fights with cliques:

[bullies]

-cmon you hardheaded punk, let’s go

-you’re gonna get a beat down

-let’s see how much blood comes out your skull

-you’re too weak to push me around loser

[preps]

-c’mon rich kid, can’t buy your way outta this one

-put your money where your mouth is preppy

-I’ll dirty your damn vest with your blue blood punk

-might have money but I’m sure you can’t fight

[nerds]

-your glasses are gonna need a repair when I’m done with you

-you supposedly know it all, let’s see how true that is

-you nerds can’t handle the heat

-you’ll get more than a wedgie when I’m done with you

[jocks]

- cmon meatheads, let’s see how much you can handle from a real challenge

-you idiots are really asking for it

-you’re not tough, you’re just all talk

-your helmet won’t save you from that you got coming to you

[townies]

- you guys aren’t even smart enough to stay in school

-why you even trying? You got nothing to your name!

-you think you scare me? I got a knife with your name on it idiots

-you act more like animals than people, no wonder you’re away from the school

-I’ll call the pound on you losers

Requesting an errand:

-hey hopkins, you got a minute?

-yo jimmy, I’ll give you a 20 if you get me something

-aye, dude help me real quick, I’ll pay

-do me a solid and I’ll give you cash back for it

-Help me out, I’ll give something in return, I swear

Friendly comments:

-hey there dude, how are things holding up for ya?

-it’s good to see you’re doing well

-you look good today

-you’re a cool dude, I enjoy talking to you

-looking sharp Hopkins

Unfriendly comments:

-who let the rat out of its cage.

-smells like someone left the trash out

-best keep it moving or else we’ll have problems new kid.

-does it hurt moron?

-guessing they had no room with the freaks for ya

-you gonna cry loser?

[Extra]

Demanding Flowers:

-would be nice if you showed some interest

-words can only go so far

-you gonna give me something for memory?

-a gift would be nice

After receiving flowers:

-look at you, prepared and such

-awe, for me? Aren’t you a sweet thing

-how cute, making me feel all special

-you’re very charming

Before kissing:

-wanna see how far it’ll go?

-Ya know, I can give something else back if you’d like

-I’d like to see if you’re as sweet as you seem

-you expecting something in return?

Post-kissing:

-not bad for someone of your standards

-This doesn’t make us anything

-Sweep me off my feet why don’t you

-can tell this isn’t your first rodeo

-you got guts for doing that

-I won’t lie, I enjoyed that

[i have no friends so I ain’t tagging anyone]

#bullworth academy #my art #bully: canis canem edit #bully: scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully canis canem edit #oc #bully oc #jackson bianchi #bully scholarship edition #bully #scholarship edition

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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Shin Kicks and Wall Sits

Summary: you’re a brat through and through and you can’t help it. Sam sets you straight.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Black!reader, slight Steve x Black!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cg/L or DD/lg whatever you want to call it, it’s non sexual of course but is still marked at 18+, age regression, spanking

A/N: part 3 to my Avengers Cg/L series, so happy you guys are enjoying it omfg. Please comment and reblog!!

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You had way too many sweets and Sam was not gonna be happy when he found out. Steve kind of took over as a babysitter when Sam was gone, so when he said nap time, you weren’t tired, but fake slept until you were sure he was good and knocked out.

You ran around your play room squealing and making a mess with your finger paint, when you heard footsteps you immediately turned invisible and stayed still. The door open and you saw Bucky peak his head in

“I know you’re in here, buttercup. Stevie and Sam aren’t gonna be happy when they see the mess you made in here and the kitchen,”

“Well don’t tell ‘em doofus,” you appeared in front of his face and scared him a bit, making him jolt back

“Can’t do that. Chain of command, if Sam is gone then Steve takes care of ya but if Steve is out like a light then it’s on me,”

You kick him in his shin with a grunt of approval, “No!,”

You turned invisible and ran away, Bucky holding his shin and bouncing on one leg, “Your Daddy is gonna be real mad, Y/N,”

“He’s gonna be even madder at you when he finds out you and Stevie weren’t keeping an eye on me!,”

You run around the compound, invisible to everyone else.

You ran into the lab to bother Tony and Bruce. Moving stuff that they knew they had somewhere else. You tripped Tony and gave Bruce a wedgie. You were wreaking havoc and it was all because of the snacks you had. Those little snack cakes were packed with sugar and Sam hated it when you had more than he allowed but you had a thing for breaking rules.

“Y/N! Stop it!,” Tony somehow knew where you were and grabbed your arm making you visible to the two of them. Bruce went to the bathroom to fix his underwear due to your surprise super wedgie.

“Let go of me, you doofus!,” you kicked his shin and ran away. You were causing all types of trouble around the compound. You put salt in Clint’s coffee, painted Natasha’a taser sticks, put a ton of hot sauce in Wanda’s soup and drew on Steve’s face

You were having a blast... that is until Sam came in and everyone had rushed to him to tell him what you did.

“She practically gave me high cholesterol!,”

“My taste buds are pretty much gone, Sam!!,”

“She gave me a WEDGIE! I haven’t had one of those since middle school!,”

“She kicked my shin!,”

“Mine too!,”

“SHE DREW AN INTRICATE VAGINA ON MY FACE!!,”

“Woah woah woah!!,” Sam was being bumbarded with all of them yelling, “Steve you were in charge of watching her while I was gone. What happened?,”

Still trying to wipe the marker off his face he sighs, “Listen, she was good all day. When naptime came she went to her room and I guess after she woke up, that’s when she went ballistic,”

“Did you stay in the room with her? To actually make sure she went to sleep? You know she hates naptime,”

Steve swears under his breath and sighs, “No, I ended up taking a nap on the couch. Guess she never went to sleep at all,”

“Yeah, she ransacked the whole pantry,” Bucky added

“Dammit guys, you know how she gets around the sweets,”

“She turns invisible!! Kinda hard to keep up with a little if they have a superpower, Sam,” Tony does his famous eye roll

“Well, I manage just fine.. Where is she?,”

“Turning over in her bed with a stomach ache,” Natasha chuckles, thinking that it’s what you get.

Sam went to your room and saw you groaning in pain and turning side to side in your bed.

“Heard you caused quite the uproar around the place today,”

Your eyes flew open at the sound of Sam’s voice. You knew the team had told him everything and that was never good. They know you’re bratty as all hell and never fail to snitch on you.

“I was good, I promise,” you whine while turning over to look at him.

He laughed at your little fib, knowing that was far from the truth, “So what made your stomach hurt?,”

“Those eggs Stevie made, we all know he can’t cook with an electric stove,” you hide behind your stuffed pony.

“That’s not what the mess of fruit snacks and snack cakes in the kitchen are telling me. No one else goes in your pantry, buttercup,” he sits you up and rubs your cheek but you don’t find comfort in it.

When he does that specific rub, you know you’re about to get a punishment.

“Now you know I gotta punish you. You always gotta be bad, why?,”

“I don’t want a punishment,” you stand up off the bed and turned invisible yet again

“Turning invisible won’t save you, Y/N,” his voice was stern and unamused as he folded his arms across his chest. His arms were huge and you loved them but now they looked intimidating.

You kicked him in his shin, hearing him call out in pain before running away down the hall.

You were definitely in for it now.

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“Daddyyyyy,” You sang as you walked into the kitchen, “I’m hungry,” you rubbed your eyes. You had finally taken a nap.

Sam sat one of your animal face plates, with your favorite on the table without a word. He moved around everyone in the kitchen to make his own plate. It was dinner time, your favorite time of the day.

Everything was oddly quiet though, “Is everyone okay?,” you innocently frown when no one answers, “Hellooo?,”

“Y’all hear something?,” Steve asks

You knew what they were getting at. This had happened before, whenever you got yourself in deep shit and turned invisible they would turn and act like they couldn’t see or hear you when you got yourself together, but that wasn’t the whole punishment, no there was more.

“Hmph,” you slam your fists on the table but everyone keeps going about their business while you whined the entire time. It was your bratty whine, so they knew nothing was really wrong with you, you just wanted attention and they weren’t gonna give it to you because of how bad you’d been today. It’s okay, you and Sam have gone over this.

It wasn’t some harmful punishment to make you feel unloved, this gave you time to think about what you’ve done. Time to wallow in your bad behavior.

“I’m sorry,” you pouted, everyone had finished their dinner and was now just sitting at the table.

“Redwing, you hear that?,” Sam calls over his shoulder, the little flying robot moving side to side as if to shake his head no.

“Redwing not you too!!,” you slam your fists on the table yet again and Redwing just flies away, ignoring you.

“Daddy, I said I was sorry!,” you slump back in your chair and frown. Sam stands up and tugs you by your arm out the chair.

“You finished your dinner?,” he asks

“Mhm,” you sweetly smile to try and get yourself out of this with your cuteness

“Brush your teeth and go to bed,”

Your jaw drops at his words. It wasn’t even close to your bed time. You still had like three and a half hours left.

“I wanna play, I don’t wanna go to bed,” you stomp your foot.

You hated rules and punishments, so you’d be damned if you went to bed this early.

“Buttercup, I said bed, now,”

You lift your foot to kick him in his shin again but he catches it, throwing you off balance but he catches you by your wrist before you hit the ground

“Try and kick me again and I’ll spank you so hard you can’t sit for a week,” he growled. You knew to not play with Sam and his spanks, but you didn’t wanna go bed.

“Don’t wanna go to bed, Daddy! I wanna play,”

“You got your playtime privileges taken away when you thought it was cute to kick people in the shins,”

You squeal in frustration and stomp your feet until Sam turns you around and spanks you in front of the team. It’s happened quite a lot so they’re used to it

“Oooow,”

He pulls you to the wall, pinning your back to it, “Wall sits,”

“Daddy, no! I hate those,”

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N- I am not in the mood for your antics. So squat your ass down and sit there until I say you’re done,”

You looked at the team and pouted, “Steviiiie,” Steve was usually there to help get you out of punishments, but not this time.

“Can’t help you this time, buttercup,” he shrugs. Wow, he really wasn’t trying to help you out of this. But could you really blame him? You caused a lot of shit today.

You looked at Sam to see him tapping his foot, waiting for you to get into position. You slide down until you were sitting in a 90 degree angle. You were still whining but Sam wasn’t having it

“Stop crying before I give you something to cry for,”

You immediately wiped your tears and softly sniffled and sat quietly.

“You get 15 minutes,”

“15 minutes?! Daddy I won’t be able to sit that long!,”

“Want me to make it 20?,”

You softly huffed and rested your head against the wall. Sam went back to his seat and they continued their conversation as if nothing happened.

You’re left on the wall silently crying and legs trembling. You decide not to watch the time, you’ve learned that watching the clock won’t help, so you occupied yourself by playing with the fuzz on your bunny onesie.

You hated punishments and you hated for Sam to be disappointed in you. You really tried to be a good girl but for some reason being a brat is your calling.

“Buttercup,”

Your head shot up and you looked to Sam to see him waving you over with two fingers. You sit up off the wall, legs feeling like jelly as you walk to him. He pulls you to sit down on his lap and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck

“I’m sorry, Daddy,”

He pats your butt and lifts your head to make eye contact with you, “What do you say to everyone about how you’ve acted today?,”

You timidly turn your head to see them patiently waiting, “I’m sorry for being really bad today. I’m sorry for kicking you in your shins, giving wedgies, burning tastes buds and other bad things. I understand that my pantry will be locked for a week and my playtime privileges will be limited to thirty minutes every other day now. I’ll be good,”

You twiddle your thumbs as you wait for them accept your apology.

“Well... my crack is still burning from the mega wedgie but... I forgive you, buttercup,” Bruce smiles

“Me too. You got one helluva kick on you, girl,” Tony sighs and shakes his head but the smile on his face tells you that he’s over it

“Hot sauce in my soup isn’t that bad... maybe just not so much next time,” Wanda winked at you and booped your nose making you shy away and giggle at the action.

“I needed new tasers anyway so this gives me an excuse. You’re good in my book, sweetheart,” Natasha kisses your forehead and cleans up the table

“Maybe little you shouldn’t draw such vulgar images but other than that. You’re still good,” Steve planted a kiss on your cheek and headed to bed. They all accepted your apology before Sam took you to your shared bathroom.

Bath time was soothing to your muscles and you still got to play with your bathtub paints.

“I’m sorry for kicking you and throwing a tantrum and running away and... well everything,” you shrug as you realized you really did do a lot of shit today.

Once you’re dried and sat on the counter for Sam to brush your teeth he shrugs himself, “It’s what I signed up for. But we’ve talked about the kicking, buttercup. That’s gotta stop. You can’t resort to kicking and name calling when things don’t go your way,”

You spit the toothpaste out and nod, “I understand, Daddy,”

———

Fresh and clean back in your bunny onesie, you’re laying in bed with Sam, feet moving back and forth as you watch Spongebob and sing a long to the campfire song.

Sam is lowkey taking pictures and videos of you because you’re just too cute for him not to. He sends them to the group chat and everyone is commenting about how serious your face is as you sing, making sure you don’t miss a single lyric.

You know the time is dwindling down for bed time and while any other night you’d fight sleep, you really needed it tonight, especially after the day you’ve had.

You grab your stuffed pony and pull the blankets up to your chin,

“It’s sleepy time,” you mumble, eyes fluttering closed.

“Wow, you’re actually ready for bedtime?,”

“Being bratty takes a lot outta ya, Daddy,” you sass

He just laughs at you and turns the light off but leaving the TV on. You hated the dark while going to bed in little space and watching cartoons while going to sleep helps give you good dreams.

“I love you, buttercup,” you feel his lips softly touch the tip of your nose and you cuddle into him.

“Well, I love you more. No matter how long you make me do wall sits,”

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Sorry I didn’t get this up sooner omg!! I’m so sorry, some shut case up omg!

There will be more CG/L Sam! Don’t worry!!!

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pingubarnes-blog · 6 years

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A meowing dare (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

AN: I was dared by @valkyrieofsmut to do this! Just a warning, I haven’t written a fanfic in YEARS so please don’t be too harsh on my dorky heart! It’s almost 3 am, I couldn’t sleep and this just came out of my head!

Prompt was from @dangerousvikings Halloween challenge :

#12 I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.

Warnings: none...maybe a few curse words? Don’t remember if there’s any to be honest

So yeah...Here is the mess from my head!

You and Bucky had a weird dynamics. There was visible attraction between the two of you, everyone could see it. But the way you two treated each other made people question it.

Random punches in the shoulder were no stranger to you. Making sure to watch out which arm you’re about to hit was a lesson learned the hard way. Let’s just say compound’s freezer and the peas stored in it became your best friends very soon. Random wedgies were no stranger to Bucky. Making sure not to use his left arm was a lesson learned the hard way. Getting your panties stuck in his arm was not a problem. The problem were your painful screams in his ear and freakishly strong punches he got for tearing another panties of yours. And not in the way that, to you, would be acceptable. When it came to teaming up against each other in various pranks and dares, you two were horrible. The worse the dare, the better.

Missions with the two of you were a nightmare. You would always fight because you both had a vision on how something should go, but it was never a shared vision. You wanted to be sneaky, he wanted to go straight for the head. You’d want to torture them to get what you want, he would straight up punch them so hard the pain was unbearable and they’d just spill it all. He’d give them a scary-seductive-assassin look and he’d get all the info he needed. You’d talk so much they usually ended up giving you what you want just to make you shut up. Yeah, you were both successful, but could never have that perfect combo. That Steve and Natasha perfect flow. Tony and Rhodey mind connection. No! You were Bruce and Hulk. Only ten times worse. You were a total mess as a mission duo, but somehow it always ended up as a successful mission.

But when it came to teaming up in prank or dare war against your team mates you were one mind! One devious mind! Or as Natasha would call you: “Sadistic assholes!” There was an ongoing dare/prank war in your team. At first it was all fun and games. Drinking dares, a bit of nudity here and there, karaoke in unexpected places, animal scares. Small things. But you two took it to a whole new level which slowly made one member by one drop out of the whole thing. I mean…Putting fire ants in Hulk’s pants during a mission was kind of funny. He smashed the bad guys in a matter of seconds. Okay, so he did kind of break a public pool cause he jumped in a bit too hard but hey… He saved the day thanks to your and Bucky’s devious mind.

The last ones left in this ridiculous war were you and Bucky. Now was not the time to be predictable. You had to think carefully about this one. Make it simple and unexpected. You were in your own thoughts while searching for some snacks, trying to think of new dare or prank for Bucky. You knew he was just as stubborn as you and he wanted to win this war so your dares had to be embarrassing. All that time, little sexy shit also known as Bucky Barnes, pulled the oldest trick in the book there is. Butter on the floor. In a matter of seconds, your already very graceful self, was all over the kitchen. You looked like a lovechild of a pelican and Tonya Harding. Skating through the kitchen while waving your arms like you’re about to take a leap into the pretty blue sky. Bucky was almost pissing himself from laughter, but you managed to stop yourself in a way he did not expect. Grabbing onto his thighs and holding on to them for dear life. Way too close to places your hands touched only in his wildest dreams. Your anger and will to strangle him right there and then vanished the moment you saw Bucky Barnes get flustered and choking on his own breath. It was kind of cute. Okay, it was very cute. You wanted to pinch those flushed cheeks and peck his nose.

You were not blind. You could tell he liked the way you looked. You often caught his eyes roaming your body and him checking you out. His tongue would wet his lips when you were talking and his eyes bore into you. You could tell he liked you cause these were the same things you did when he was in the room. Your crush, as of recently, started to be more than a crush. Those stupid butterflies attacked your belly every time he opened his mouth. His jokes were suddenly becoming funny to you and those eyes. Well those eyes will be the death of you one day, you were sure of that. You could tell he was touch starved by the way he would hug those little pillows that were all over the place. He loved soft things such as that fluffy cardigan he still claims he has no idea how it ended up in his room. He was a big traumatised fluffy softie with a sadistic twist. Your type of man. However, that did not mean you’d go easy on him. Mamma did not raise a soft bitch! You had to play dirty. So you’d sometimes touch his arm and your touch would linger just long enough to get him to blush. You’d casually fix his hair, walk with a bit more sway to your hips around him. And used the oldest and cheesiest trick in the book. You sucked a lot of lollipops around him. Poor guy forgot all about his plans to mess with you cause you messed with his head, his heart and other body parts.

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It was 3am when an alarm woke Bucky up. Mission back up alert. Steve and Natasha needed back up and they needed it fast. Bucky quickly got dressed and ran to jet that was going to take him to where Steve and Natasha were. Already waiting, there were you. No makeup, hair in ponytail and wearing that damn sexy tight suit that looked anything but comfortable. “Hello Rapunzel, glad you graced us with your presence.” The ever sarcastic word vomit coming from you. “Shut up Y/N it’s too early for…for…well for you!” He said pointing at you up and down and turning his head to computer giving him all the info about mission he needed.

The ride was quiet. Focus was what you needed at times like these. No bickering, no teasing. Silence. Something that was rare when you and Bucky were in the same room. As you landed, Bucky stood in front of the door ready to jump out of the jet when all of a sudden you just had to do it. You slapped that round perky ass that was staring at you. He froze. His colour draining from his face. “Have you been working out?” You asked with a wink.

“I…Wha…” His mind was blank. Was this payback for that butt pinch he gave you a while ago? You knew that was part of the dare. Wait? Did you like him? Were all those things you did for the past week flirting or…?

“Come on Elsa! We have to go and save our girlfriends!”

“What? Jesus Y/N I swear to god, you are not in your right mind.” Bucky shook his head, a smile escaping him as he ran after you.

The fight was brutal and for the first time in a while you two were perfectly cooperating. Avoiding punches, cooperating, killing a few baddies. It was all good until, out of nowhere, you ran into a trap. Room filled with electric walls and you were surrounded by way to many agents to fight them off all by yourself. Steve and Nat were nowhere to be heard, your coms were blocked.

So this is how you die…You are going to die without having banged Barnes or trying those perfect choco rum cupcakes Wanda was talking about. Damn it.

“I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.” You heard Bucky’s voice. “What?!” “I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.” Bucky repeated leaving you stunned. “What the hell is wrong with you?! We’re about to die and you are giving me a fucking dare?! Hydra really did mess up your brain.” You spoke through heavy breaths while trying to fight off agents coming at you. “Just do it Y/N. I have a plan. Please! And if we make it alive, you’re a champion!” He smirked as he killed another agent. “Uuuugh FINE!!!!!” So you did it. You started running in place while meowing. At least you’ll die any minute now anyway so the embarrassment won’t last.

To say that agents were confused was understatement. They were not sure if it was a robot. If you were just insane or had a similar past as Winter Soldier and some type of reset was hit in you and this, whatever it was, happened. In those two minutes of that insanity, Bucky managed to get to control box and do some quick rewiring. “Doll get on the floor!” You did it without hesitation as Bucky connected two wires and created some type of electric magnetic field that knocked out everyone standing up.

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The ride on the yet was filled with laughter as Bucky was telling Steve and Nat how funny Y/N looked while doing her crazy cat routine. Even Y/N laughed. It was funny, she’ll give him that. As they were getting out of the jet, Bucky pulled her to side, nodding to Steve and Nat to leave them alone.

“Thank you for trusting me out there! I noticed the box and the only thing that came to me was a weird dare to distract them. I really did not mean to embarrass you.” Bucky said honestly.

“Bucky Barnes, are you blushing?” She noticed his rosy cheeks making another adorable appearance.

“Wha…No…Doll stop that. Don’t look at me like that. I’m just trying to…” He did not finish the thought. Those soft lips he dreamed of were on his. He saw stars. Lots of them. Galaxies. And kittens and puppies. He tasted chocolate cookies. Wait no…that was her lips gloss.

“Thank you for saving us Barnes! I could never be mad at you. Well…for too long!” She winked at him and started leaving, but he was faster.

One thing led to another and all the pent up sexual tension between them was out in the open. They barely made it to his room. Crashing into walls, knocking out vases in hallways. They were a mess waiting for this moment to happen for so long. Bucky could not remember when was the last time he took his clothes off so quickly.

“Bucky get those off, I need you! I need you so bad!!” She moaned into his neck, bodies trembling with need for each other. He was completely naked, his hands were all over her body and her hands touching him in all the places he imagined all those months ago.

“Bucky…”She whispered into his ear seductively as she gently bit him and squeezed his perfectly naked perky ass.

“I dare you to run in place while meowing for two straight minutes.”

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painandpromisefanboi · 6 years

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Pain and Promise Chapter Two (Late, Sorry)

So I haven’t finished typing chapter two on my computer but here is what i have so far :3

Two days ago

Yesterday was not a good day. It started off regularly. Dad left at four thirty, just like every other morning, and I got up. I checked on Charlie, my eleven year old brother. He was still sleeping. I walked to the kitchen and quickly made a lunch for Charlie and myself. I then went back to bed. I haven't slept well in forever. I slept a little too peacefully for a while. Little did I know of the pain that awaited me when I got to school.

...later…

I woke back up around six thirty and found that Charlie was out of his bed. I called for him. No answer. I began to frantically search the house, unable to find him anywhere. I went down to the basement to look for him, even though I knew he wouldn't be there because he's still afraid of the dark.

I was really afraid he ran away. I came back upstairs and he was sitting on the couch reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

“Where the hell were you and why weren’t you answering me?!”

“Jesus I was outside with the dog, not that you’d care anyway,” he answered with his shitty attitude.

“Kay. Whatever,” was all I said. He’s such a little prick all the time.

About an hour later, after I took a shower, I was getting Charlie ready for the bus. I handed him his backpack and lunchbox. He tried to walk out the door, but I stopped him.

“Where’s my hug?” I asked, sounding like a mother.

“Come ooooon, Ethan,” he protested. “I’m almost twelve. I don’t know any other twelve year old that still hugs their family.”

“Fine,” I whined. I looked down and started to walk away.

“Ugh, fine,” he said, annoyed. He hugged me and walked out the door before I could say goodbye.

...twenty minutes later…

I walked to the bus stop with my earbuds in, listening to dubstep remixes of classical music. I’m not gonna lie, it’s my favorite style of music. I brushed my long, light brown hair off my forehead. I took a deep inhale of the chilly autumn air as the sun glinted off of my glasses. I pulled my sweatshirt closer to me, the cold breeze making me shiver. The other kids started arriving around the bus stop. No one spoke a word to each other, no one ever did here. I boarded the bus and rode in silence the whole way.

When I got to school, a deep feeling of resentment fell over me. I hate being at school. It’s a terrible feeling. I have not gone a day this year without being picked on. I hate my school most because everything about the rules are completely fucked and the people being picked on and bullied get the shit end of the stick.

As I put in my locker combination, I thought about Kael. 32. His sparkling green eyes, his strawberry hair. 43. His little-more-than-stubble. 16. Of course, his absolutely model worthy body. I opened my locker and reached for my APUSH textbook, being shoved with a little ‘haha fag’, in the process. I hit my nose really hard on the shelf. Pain exploded in the top half of my head. I looked up. It was Chad Markel. He was such a douche bag. I ran to the bathroom beginning to cry. I grabbed paper towels and held them to my nose, sliding to the floor, crying. I hate myself with every fiber of my being for liking guys. I’m not proud of it. Which is why being made fun of for it is so upsetting.

I was so upset, I didn’t realize someone was sitting next to me until he put his arm around me.

“What’s wrong?” The voice was familiar and it was the last voice, but also the only voice, I wanted to hear. If you hadn’t guessed, it was Kael.

“Go away,” I sobbed as I heard the ten minute warning bell ring.

“And why would I do that?” he asked in a gentle, caring tone. I didn’t answer. He hugged me from the left side and placed his strong chin on my shoulder. I turned my back to him, breaking the hug. As much as I enjoyed the attention, it was his friends who were picking on me, it was him who agreed with them.

“Heeeeey,” he whined. I stood up and faced him.

“Listen, why don’t you just leave before all of your buddies show up and call you a fag, too!” He gave me a surprisingly numb look. “Or you’ll just call me a fag when they walk in, or shove me into the wall, or give me a fucking wedgie!”

I pinched my nose harder to stop the bleeding faster. I tried to storm out of the bathroom, but Kael was between me and the door. He stood up, easily stopping me, and held me back.

“Why would i ever do that to you,” he asked, sounding a little hurt. I struggled to get passed him but he just blocked my path. Yup, he definitely was a football player and i didn't stand a chance of getting past him. I rolled my eyes and gave up on the nose bleed, tossing the paper towel in the trash. I didn't bother to see if i even made it in. i tried getting around him again, and almost succeeded until he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his chest. I looked up at him. Our eyes locked for just a moment before he hugged me tightly, with me still struggling.

“I’m not letting you go to class like this,” he said sternly. I finally gave up and hugged him back with a fresh burst of tears. He rubbed my back, comfortingly. I slowed my breathing and began calming down.

“Ugh i hate myself,” i grumbled, my words getting muffled into his chest.

“Well don’t. I personally think you're amazing, it takes a lot of strength to deal with bullies. I can't imagine how it feels to always get picked on.”

I pulled away from his hug just enough to look up into his eyes. He smiled at me and i stood there motionless for just a moment. Before i realized what i was doing, my lips were already pressed against his. He kissed me back and wrapped his arms tighter around me. I felt a rush of happiness as my heart pounded hard in my chest. I needed this.

“Whoa…” Kael said, pulling away. I looked at him, dumbfounded at what just happened. His ears and face were burning bright pink, “t-that was awesome.”

I nodded, speechless. I took a step back and looked at him awkwardly, while he gave me a sheepish grin.

“Um.. i- i think i'm going to get ready for.. Class,” i stammered. He nodded.

“Cool, I’ll uh…. Talk to you later?”

He sounded a bit puzzled.

“Yeah…” i agreed. I let him walk out of the bathroom first. I wanted to stop him and ask for his number, but i couldn't get the words out. I couldn't even move. I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't understand why he made me so happy. I stood there for a few seconds before i could move my legs again.

I walked through the doorway and got immediately pushed back in by none other than Chad himself. This time he was accompanied by his two goons, Brice Ford and Daniel Jameson.

“Where do you think you're going? I’m not done with you yet, faggot.”

He shoved me hard, into the wall. I had to try pretty hard to keep my balance. I stepped away from the wall and tried to look brave, even though i was about to piss myself. Chad laughed at me and shoved me harder. I hit the wall with a thud.

“Bet you suck a lot of dick, faggot,” he said coldly. He pinned me to the wall with his hands on my chest and sneered in my face. I clenched my fists and spit on his shoes.

“Fuck you,” i said.

“See unlike you, I don’t fuck queers, i fuck girls like everyone else.”

His buddies were sneering at me. Then i thought of something sort of clever, and it just came out.

“Then why do you have your hands all over me and why are you all up in my like you’re trying to establish sexual dominance over me?”

I gave him a ‘who’s queer now’ look. He pushed me again and backed up. I let out a ‘huff’ as the air was pushed out of my lungs.

“Yeah that’s what i thought,” I said triumphantly.

“You’re just gonna let the faggot walk all over you? Kick the shit out of him already,” demanded Brice. Chad didn’t have to me told twice. He took a step forward and swung, hitting me square in the jaw. I felt it pop out of socket and t hurt like a bitch. I popped my jaw back into place and stood straight up.

“Is that all you got,” i smarted off. I instantly regretted saying that. He punched me in the stomach. It hurt pretty bad considering the fact that I don’t really have a protective layer of blubber. Chad’s goons looked like they wanted to join in, but they just watched, laughing.

Chad hit me again in the stomach and I curled up holding my stomach. I looked up at him. He sneered at me and punched me again, this time in the ribs. The breathed was knocked out of me. I sucked in a quick breath. A sharp pain exploded in my lungs. I bent over holding me stomach. Chad kicked my knees out from underneath me. I hit the floor and doubled over, in pain. I couldn’t think straight. Everything was screaming in pain, my jaw, my stomach, my chest, and now my knees.

“Just kill yourself already,” spat Chad. With that, they left. I stayed curled up on the floor a little bit after that. Just sitting there. Numb. Numb to everything. I just sat there. Wouldn’t just be better if I died? Who actually needs me here? Would anyone even miss me?

...after school…

The rest of my day was just about as shitty as any other day. It was extremely uneventful, i received too much homework, and the only words people spoke to me were insults. I also got the usual shitty looks and i was tripped twice. Always laughed at, never helped. I was used to it though.

My stomach and my jaw ached, my thigh still burned a little. I only saw Kael again at lunch. I didn’t even bother to look at him.

I walked to the bus, looking at my feet, avoiding eye contact with everyone. I was nearly in tears. I didn't want to be alive anymore. What’s the point? If i’m just going to get used as a human punching bag, Why should i even keep living? I can take the mental pain, but i’m so sick of the mental torture of being picked on and sneered at and name called. I just can’t do it anymore.

Before i realized, i was at the bus.

I watched every cornfield pass. Cornfield after cornfield. I let out a heavy sigh as we entered town. When we got closer my stop, i got myself ready to go.

#gay #gaystories #gaylove

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unbakehisbeans · 2 years

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The way a lot of you talk about Lolita is really dumb, I’m sorry…. I just saw a reply in the notes of the previous post saying that Nabokov was sexually assaulted as a child and wrote Lolita to cope basically. And this was in response to people accusing Nabokov of being a pedophile. And both of these imo are really stupid takes. Idk if the former is true, but also how would you factor this into your reading? Not being super clear here, I just woke up, but what about Lolita sounds like a person trying to cope with personal trauma? I don’t think so. But also, no, Nabokov wasn’t a pedophile. If you came away from Lolita thinking Hmm sure sounds like the author thinks pedophilia is great, idk what to tell you, you did it wrong, you failed to read critically.

I can’t tell you what Nabokov wanted you to think while reading Lolita. But the way I read it is that the prose, while often really beautiful, becomes really ugly and gross when dealing with HH’s attraction to Dolores, it’s made obvious that this is wrong and rotten. It’s written from HH’s perspective and he’s trying to convince you to sympathize with him, and I hope you know that the whole thing about unreliable narrators and narrators with ulterior motives is that you as a human person are prone to feel sympathetic to anyone whose story you hear and you tend to lend a lot of authority to narrators in general—it’s supposed to challenge that. A narrator like HH should make you feel uncomfortable, you know that what he’s doing is fucked up and horrible and he ruins Dolores’s life, you should be uncomfortable that you’re drawn into his narrative. Writing from the first person perspective of a horrible person who is doing horrible things is almost always a deliberate choice by the writer, it’s intended to make you feel uncomfortable. You have to be able to snap out of your normal “the narrator is right and the protagonist is good” way of thinking about stories to read Lolita. Also Nabokov was clearly thinking about how people like HH justify their actions to themselves, he frames it as a love story, or that Dolores came on to him and that she was already a “bad” girl since she’s already had some sexual experience, when we should know better as readers since we can see that Dolores isn’t really capable of any of that, we can probably piece together that whatever happened to her with that camp counselor was wrong, that she doesn’t see HH like he sees her, and that she’s 12. The whole book is full of reminders for you not to get sucked into HH’s narrative. But it’s not going to be direct, HH is telling the story explicitly to defend himself, of course he’s not going to say that what he did is pedophilia and that it’s wrong. You have to read critically. The description of her licking his eye? That’s disgusting, it uses the grossest possible language and then HH talks about how it makes him horny—this is not a man you’re supposed to like and relate to. Lolita is clearly not some seductress, she’s a kid, she picks her wedgie and acts like a kid, she’s immature. The descriptions of her don’t age her up, she doesn’t sound like some hot lady she sounds like a normal kid in a horrible situation.

Idk how y’all could have missed this? I felt like it was pretty clear.

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Cat Kids Scenes Part 2

1.LITTLE BUSY

(Moots was in the middle of fighting a big octopus cyborg when he heard his phone ring)

Moots:(Frantically struggling to answer it)Hello?”

Sally:(At her job at a clothing store at the mall)Hey Mootsy-I was wondering if you’d like to grab some lunch”

Moots:Kinda busy here Sal(he says while dodging attacks)”

Sally:Busy?-oh you mean you’re doing your ‘Super hero’ thing”

Moots:Yep-giant cyborg Octopus”

Sally:EEEEH-sounds like bad sci-fi Japanese porn”

Moots:I know(taking a few tentacles down)be done in 5,maybe 7 minutes and i’ll meet you for lunch,you pic-i’ll pay”

Sally:Awe so chivalrous of you”

Moots:Anything for my lady-love you”

Sally:Love you too”

(They both hang up)

Moots:Alright Cyber-Ugly,got a lunch date I promised 5 minutes and I ain’t gonna dissapoint her”

(He fights the Cyborg Octopus and beats it just in time for Lunch with Sally)

THE END

2.PARENTS AND KIDS

(Over the years Charles and Katie have been close with their kids but now since most of them have kids it’s been hard to spend time with them)

Charles:Hey Dracko wanna hang out?-”

Dracko:Can’t Dad Allie’s got a recital to do”

Charles:Yeah I remember those-have fun”

Katie:Hey Niko wanna bake with me like old times?”

Niko:Sorry Mom-I’d love too but me and Sunny got called in to the principal’s office to ‘talk’ about LC-apparently he beat up a bully by giving him an atomic wedgie and swirly combo”

Katie:Ouch-okay maybe later”

Charles:Yo Mootsy,the arcade is having a sale-1 dollar 2 quarters wanna”

Moots:Sorry Pop,me and Sally are going to the Drive-In to see the new Jimanji movie”

Charles:Oh-alright”

Katie:Hey girls want to talk to your cool Mom?”

Dotty:Sorry Momma I got plan with Milton”

Katie:Well what about you Evie?,wait you probably have plans with Mera huh”

Eve:Not really-she’s out of town for the week with the Turtles”

Katie:Oh you wanna hangout?(smiles wide)”

Eve:Not really”

Katie:(Disappointed)Okay hon(kisses her forehead)”

Charles:(Calling Steven)Hey Stevo-wanna go on a night patrol with your old man?”

Steven:Can’t-spending time with Nicky(looks at him)Nicky put Daddy’s knife down(Charles hears a faint ‘okay Daddy’)”

Charles:Okay I guess”

(Both Charles and Katie sit on their couch feeling extremely disappointed)

Charles:Girls don’t wanna hang?”

Katie:Yeah-same with the boys”

Charles:Yeah-Tried Charlie but he and Cody are planning their wedding to hang out”

(Sees their youngest kids Rory,Peter,Tyler and Emily at their feet-or paws in Katie’s case-and they pick them up)

Emily:Mommy,Daddy why are you so sad?”

Tyler:Did you stub your toe again”

Peter:No Daddy would be saying those ‘no-no’ words Daddy says we can’t say until we’re older or in Middle School”

Rory:What’s wrong?”

(Both Charles and Katie smile as they kiss their youngest kids on their cheeks)

Katie:Promise us you’ll never leave us?”

All 4:We promise”

Emily:Oh and Dwacko and Niko wanted us to give you this note”

(They read the note and Katie tears up)

‘Dear Mom and Dad we’re sorry we’re getting older and aren’t dependent on you but it doesn’t mean we’re gonna stop needing you-you’ve both done such good things for us and even though we got girlfriends,boyfriends,or families of our own doesn’t mean we out grew you both-we love you both and want you to know that

Love Charlie,Dracko,Niko,Steven,Moots,Dotty and Eve’

Katie:Oh God(Crying)”

Charles:We raised some good kids”

(The two cuddle with their youngest children)

3.A YOUNG ONE’S QUESTIONS

Emily:Hey Steven-why do you kill bad people?”

Steven:Because the ‘police’ sure as shit won’t do it-protect and serve my ass”

Tyler:Hey Niko-why is LC the exact same age as us even though I’m his uncle?”

Niko:He was born a few months before you and your brothers and sister”

Peter:Charlie-why do you and Cody kiss on the lips?”

Charlie:(Hugging Cody)Because I’m gay”

Cody:And because we love each other(kisses his forehead making him chuckle)”

Peter:EEEEW”

Rory:(Looking at his Dad)Daddy-what are hookers?”

Charles:(Almost dropping his lunch)Wha.......what did you say?”

Rory:What are Hookers?”

Charles:Where did you hear that?”

Rory:I woke up one night to get some water then I saw Evie was watching a movie called ‘All Night Hooker Party”

Charles:(Mutters ‘Gonna have a little ‘chat’ with Evie)As for what Hooker’s are..........they’re your Mom’s book club”

Rory:(Confused)Really?”

Charles:Really”

(When Katie’s book club arrived Rory saw them and said in his cute kitty voice-)

Rory:Daddy-Hookers are here”

(Both Katie and her book club give Charles Dirty looks while Charles and his sons are dying laughing)

THE END

4.DAS POOF

(After their old hangout was torn down the brothers tried to find another place to hang out)

Moots:How about ‘Das Poof’?”

Steven:I don’t know”

Charlie:Don’t the way you’d get in there is if you were ass-less chaps and don’t mind a ‘quickie’ in the bathroom”

(The brothers look at Charlie)

Charlie:It’s a gay bar”

Dracko:So I don’t mind-as long as they don’t flirt with me”

Steven:Now why is that?”

Dracko:Got nothing against gay flirting it’s just I’m a married cat”

Steven:Well i’m a widower whose sexually arbituous-I don’t give a damn about guys flirting with me”

(Against their better judgement they go in and everyone is so nice to them especially Charlie since they’re his gay friends-but so far the Bros have a great time)

Moots:(Telling them about his girlfriend Sally)And she’s my first girlfriend and I don’t wanna screw it up”

Frankie:Oh honey,just treat her nice,listen to her problems and don’t be so controlling”

Moots:Will that work?”

Frankie:Oh Sweetie dating is all the same whether it’s gay or straight”

Steven:(Showing some of the guys some pics of his son Nicky)Here he is holding his first rubber bat”

Sha-Sha:Oh my gosh”

Merry:He’s so cute”

Mr.Smalls:I just wanna pinch his widdle cheeks”

Dracko:So my anniversary is coming up and I wanna um(blushes)make it our best Anniversary ever”

Marshmallow:I got just the thing(whispers something that makes Dracko blush redder)it always works”

Dracko:I’ll take your word for it”

Charlie:(Talking about him and Cody’s wedding)So we can’t decide on a Spring or Fall wedding and who should wear white and who should wear black”

Carlos:You gotta do Fall,not as hot and the color would look just beautiful”

Charlie:(Thinking about it)Yeah makes sense thanks Carlos-you always know what is good”

Carlos:Hey didn’t star become a love guru by sitting on my booty did I?”

Charlie:Yeah(Blushing while remembering the time He and Cody to him for advice but ended up in a threesome)”

(They had a good time but sadly had to leave due to closing time)

Moots:Those guys and gals give the best advice”

Dracko:Yeah(still blushing)they sure do”

Steven:I think one of them gave me his number but all in all I had fun”

Charlie:Yeah.....so you guys don’t mind going back?”

All 3:Not at all”

THE END

#Coburn Cat Family

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