#// apologies this blog has been so dead. I've been busy and also this right here

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as promised, here it is: The Big Life Update Post (aka m where the hell have u been and what the hell is going on with this blog)

TLDR: went thru it, came out better for it, i love y'all. and we're getting back into this writing thing as i have the time and capacity 🥳

2023 has been a bit of a whirlwind, to put it very mildly. while the first three months started off relatively smoothly, my saturn return began in the middle of march. only a few short weeks after that... well, i'd basically say everything went off the fucking rails.

content warning: drama talk incoming ft. extremely brief mentions of racism and racist hate mail (no specific details shared).

i haven't spoken on this yet since everything happened, and i want to be explicitly clear that i won't be speaking on it further after this post. but i just want you to understand where i've been at since april.

i will own it entirely and say: i fucked up. i put content in a story that i shouldn't have, that i had no business speaking on, and i think people were well within their right to call me out on it, one hundred percent. however, after i went offline at the end of april, my friends ended up learning that the person who initially stirred up all of the "tea", and submitted the first several anonymous posts about me to a hate blog, was actually someone i knew well and considered a friend.

this was someone whose stories i gladly beta'd, someone i consoled through multiple hard moments in their life, someone i actually even met in person. yep. this was also someone who had read the chapter of my story that featured the problematic content when it was released, and proceeded to send me paragraphs upon paragraphs of how much they enjoyed it, and the story as a whole. this is not to say that people can't change their minds on content after sitting with it, not at all. but to think that i had been through so much with this person, done so much to be there for them, and that they never once gave me any reason to think we were anything other than close friends. yet ultimately, they didn't feel they could come directly to me... or find quite literally any other way of dealing with the issue?

instead, they chose to send multiple messages about me to a hate blog, as well as hateful anons to several of my friends, thinking that we wouldn't know it was them (we did). not only that, but their actions encouraged an actual torrent of racist hate mail to be sent to all of my non-white friends who publicly chose to support me. ultimately, they ended up admitting all of this, and still, they never once apologized or showed even a single iota of remorsefulness or responsibility for the onslaught of vitriol they incited. (even though, you know, this whole thing was supposedly about how racism is bad.)

and this user is still on the platform, operating under a new blog name and pseudonym. so. that's fun. 💀

i don't say this to beat a dead horse, or to drum up sympathy, because i promise i don't want it. it's been long enough, i understand the mistakes i made, and i've done my part to take accountability for my actions. but i needed to start this post here to have you all understand where i was at the end of april - just in time for yoongi's tour 🤪 - in many ways, i felt like i had no friends, at least none that i could really trust. i felt unsure who might have been acting one way to my face, perhaps even praising me, but talking different about me behind my back. and it was beyond fucking nervewracking to think that i would be meeting so many friends IRL for the first time, quite literally days after what essentially felt like a public execution.

i wasn't doing well, to say the least.

and then... the funniest thing happened.

y'all showed the fuck up for me. in droves. in a way that i have quite literally never experienced in my lifetime and doubt i ever will again. even recounting it now is lowkey giving me chills. i received, literally, yes i counted, hundreds of DMs from the most incredibly kind people- on tumblr, on twitter, on discord, in AO3 comments. the vast majority of you wrote paragraphs: about what my stories have meant to you, about how you found my blog to be a safe space in the noise of the world, about how much you'd enjoyed our time together here. so many of you said something along the lines of "even if you never come back here again, please keep writing". honestly, for like a week straight all i could do was read my DMs and cry and cry and cry.

i didn't receive a single hateful DM. not one.

as if that alone isn't more blessings than i deserve in an entire lifetime, i also, you know. saw five shows of agust d on tour. (my credit card is still recovering.) spent two of the best nights of my life in pit getting a water bottle baptism and screaming myself hoarse. and met dozens of incredible moots, who held me when i cried, scream-laughed with me, and of course, drank plenty of booze with me.

at a time where i wondered to myself if i even had a single true friend in this fandom (or, like, in the world), you all showed me that i had so much more. that we had so much more-- we had a community. and i believe we still do. and i am more than ready to block out all the shit that doesn't matter and get back to having some fun around here.

in short: thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. if you sent me a sweet word, i promise you, i read it (and probably cried lmao). i wouldn't be doing any of this without you. i will never ever deserve all the love that you have shown me. but for as long as you'll have me, i'd love to have a fun stupid horny time in this little corner of the internet. as a part of our community. what a fucking gift it is. 🫶

phew. okay, so- that was april and may. it's november. what the fuck happened?

i knew i wanted to properly take time to get my head on straight before i found my way back to writing. what i wasn't expecting was to 1. fall in love, 2. get a new job, and 3. move myself and my cat approximately 800 miles across the country... but yeah, since the end of may, those 3 things are exactly what i've been doing!

i won't talk too much about my partner here, because our relationship is important enough to me that i want to keep it largely private, but my god. he is the most incredible human. i can't tell you how much of what i wrote out as silly little daydreams in my fanfiction has somehow manifested itself into this very real human being (like, it's kinda crazy lmao 🙈). i'm grateful for him every single day. and what makes it even more special is that we met for the first time in person while i was traveling for yoongi's tour - yep! he saw me going through so much upheaval, and fell for me all the same. just another thing i will never fully believe i deserve. but goddamn do i feel luckyyyyy 🥰

and in addition to my amazing partner (and in part because of him but honestly i had plans to move before i had even met this man it just happened to work out okay 🙄) i have also finally managed to do what i've been planning for the last year and a half, which is move my ass out of the southern suburbs where i'd been for nearly a decade, and to a ✨walkable city that actually has public transit✨ - what a fucking dream. i may have only been here 8 days, and i may not have much more to my name than my cat, my TV, and my mattress, but i swear to god, i've never been this happy in my entire life.

so yeah. exhale. like i said, it's been quite the year.

now i do want to end this with a small caveat, which is to say, i can't make a promise as to how much i can *be* here (particularly not compared to how terminally online i used to be lmao). i spent a lot of time online because i was unhappy and feeling very stuck with where i was in life, and i needed escapism, bad. now, i've finally gotten to a place where i'm excited to go out of my house and do things, but i still want to make intentional time for tumblr as a form of connection and community, and writing as a form of creative expression. these things are really important to me!!! i just ask that you give me some grace if i'm a little slow on the uptake. i promise i'm still here 🥰

and writing is gonna happen!!! i can't say much more than that, because tbh i haven't so much as opened a google doc since april, but i've been itching to get back to it. maybe.... we might start off....... with some........... drabble requests??? 👀 we'll see we'll see we'll see hehe.

in any case, i think that's more than enough for now 🤪 oh how i've missed babbling to you all, the gay people in my phone. i hope you're well, and if ya feel so inclined, i'd love it if you'd send me a comment or a DM on what you've been up to in the many months it's been since we've spoke! what's new in your life? what are we manifesting??

talk so so soon, eeeeee~ i'm so happy to be back~ love you babes!!! 🤍

#mposting #quite literally the longest mpost of all time #if you read the whole thing i LOVE YOU #if you don't i understand lmao i too have adhd

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Longest Tag: 134 characters

#but also when that moby song started playing i was like this song is what played over wills fake dead body what does it meeeean 👀👀👀

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

How would they all react to their S/O leaving 😏marks😏 on them? Scratches down their backs, etc. ❤️‍🔥

This one has been sitting in my ask for a few weeks and I've been thinking hard about this one. I had to make sure I was in the right mood to write it! But here it is! (Btw Idk how Thomas' ended up being P0rN but somehow it did. I mean, they're all suggestive but Thomas' is the most nsfw)

Damiano

You’d be lying in bed, still out of breath and eyes closed as Damiano went to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up.

Your eyes only caught a glimpse of his back as he went to the bathroom

A gasp left your mouth at the sight

Had you really been that rough?

When Damiano returned with the washcloth he froze in the doorway, seeing your stunned face.

“Sweetheart, are you ok?” he’d ask, forcing a half smile.

“Do you not feel that?!” you’d practically shriek.

“Feel what?”

“Your back!”

He’d give you a confused look before going over to your mirror, turning his back to it and looking over his shoulder, admiring how you’d used his back for a scratching post

His eyes would go wide in shock and an amused chuckle would leave his lips

“Holy shit, babe! Damn, you got me good, didn’t you?!”

“Dami, baby, I am so sorry.” you’d try to apologize but he’d stop you in your tracks.

“I can not WAIT to perform shirtless tomorrow night! Fuck, these are gonna be so sore but they’re fucking hot. Every time I feel them it’s gonna make me want you.”

Your jaw would drop, unable to believe what you were hearing.

Then you’d chuckle, seeing just how excited he was.

Like a kid in a candy store.

“At least let me clean them, Dami. A few of them are bleeding.”

He’d chuckle, turning to face you.

“Fine. But let me clean that pretty little cunt first.”

Victoria

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371 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

Little Witch

HERE WE FUCKING GO! The hype behind this fic has been PHENOMENAL! But here’s the Osferth fic I promised you all. After all the teasers and crumbs I gave you from this, you should be pretty hype!

This fic reached 9k words! I went overboard with it and I regret NOTHING.

Warnings: SMUT (obviously), loss of virginity (osferth), A bit of angst, oral (both), breeding kink, talks of marriage, talks of 69..., Just Osferth being Osferth

Your wrists were bound together by rope that was currently being held tight by one of the men that had taken you hostage. You forgot his name. Sihtric, maybe? You could care less. You were just grateful that the men had stopped for the night and had you sitting by the fire with them.

“So, witch, why is Haesten so enamored with you?” asked the leader of them all, Uhtred.

“I do not know. Haesten stole me from my home where I was at peace, minding my own business. He had no right to take me, same as you.” you spat, venom dripping from the words you directed at your captor. He sighed heavily.

“If you think I wanted to take you, then you are wrong, witch. This is only a necessary precaution. But I know that Haesten would not take you for no reason. What exactly are your powers?”

“Stop calling me ‘witch’, Dane killer. I have a name. Y/N. Use it.” you barked before looking up at the stars and letting your voice soften.“I see things. That is why he took me.”

“What do you see, Y/N?” asked one of the other men. Finan, you believed it was. At least he was kind enough to use your name.

“I see lots of things. The future. My future, mostly.” you admitted, knowing there was no harm in telling these men of your seeing abilities. You’d already seen it and knew they would not harm you.

“Is that why you came with us willingly without a fight? You saw us taking you?” Uhtred asked. You just nodded, continuing to stare up at the stars.

“What do you see about your future?” Sihtric asked, tugging the rope slightly to get your attention, seeing that you had zoned out.

“My soulmate.” you said. Your voice was no louder than a whisper but you knew they heard you.

“Your soulmate?” Uhtred questioned, obviously skeptical of your words. “Do you know who they are?”

“No.” you replied sadly. “I only see bits and pieces that give me an idea of who he is. The gods haven’t allowed me to see his face. Not yet.”

The men chuckled, obviously not fully believing you, before going back to their own conversations and leaving you to your thoughts. You eventually found yourself asleep on the ground, only to be woken up by tugging on the rope that was attached to your wrists.

“Come on. We ride.” came Sihtrics voice, pulling you from your sleepy state and dragging you over to the horses before briefly helping you up onto one of them since your hands were still tied together.

The ride was long and it was nearly dark by the time you’d gotten back to their home base, the gates opening to welcome them home. Everyone stared at you, fear in their eyes as they noticed you were not only a Dane, but a witch. The permanent dark marking of a crescent moon on your forehead and two straight lines that ran from your bottom lip to the bottom of your chin gave it away.

They had all eventually led you into a large dining hall, your wrists still bound as they allowed you to sit at the table with them in order to keep you in their sights.

“Is this still necessary?” you asked, holding your wrists up. Uhtred gave you a look of concern. “The ropes have rubbed burns into my wrists and it’s painful. I promise I won’t run and I promise to play nice. You have my word.”

“Untie her, Sihtric.” he said, beginning to eat the food that was placed in front of him. Sihtric untied you and you rubbed your wrists gently, wincing at the pain of being tied up for several days.

“You should eat something. You’ve barely eaten in the few days we’ve had you.” Finan said. You just nodded your head, agreeing to at least eat. If you were being honest, you were starving, but you’d never admit it to them.

Finan quickly set down a plate of bread, cheese, and sliced apple in front of you, giving you a look that left no room for argument. You quietly picked at the food and ate until your plate was clean. You sat silent, listening to the mens conversations of them enjoying being ‘home’. Eventually you could feel your eyelids grow heavy, your body threatening to fall over.

“Uhtred.” you spoke up, getting his attention.

“Yes?”

“I wish to sleep. If I stay up any longer I fear I may fall over in exhaustion.” you said, hoping he’d let you rest.

“Fine.” he agreed. “Finan, put her in a cell. But make her comfortable. Give her furs and fresh water. She may be of use to us.”

You quietly followed Finan to your holding cell, not speaking a word. He did as Uhtred instructed, giving you several furs to keep you warm on the small cot that was in the cell and enough fresh water to last you through the night. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame as you sat down on the cot in your cell.

“So, little witch… how does the soulmate thing work?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. You could have laughed at how absurd the question sounded at that moment.

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371 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

#3

Dragons And Butterflies And Dragonflies... Oh My!

Soooo 9k words later and I’ve produced an Aegon Targaryen smut.... holy shit! Warnings: SMUT, fingering, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, Aegon being vulnerable as fuck (yes that’s a whole ass warning), Aegon also radiating SWITCH energy

ALSO: Tell me if I should do a continuation of this? Or like just a small spinoff of this? Ideas?

High Valyrian Translations:

Ñuhon - mine

ñuha jorrāelagon - My love

gevie riña - beautiful girl

Ao sagon sīr gevie skori ao limagon syt nyke - You’re so beautiful when you cry for me.

Being Helaena’s lady in waiting had its perks. Not only had Helaena become one of your best friends over the years, but so had her brother, Aemond. The only one you hadn’t gotten close to was their older sibling, Prince Aegon. He practically acted as if you didn’t exist. 

“Why don’t you just talk to him instead of staring at him from across the table?” Aemond whispered, leaning close to your ear. You quickly took a sip of your wine to calm yourself. He had a point but you could never bring yourself to speak to him.

“Because he makes me nervous. I can’t talk properly around him.” you whispered back, moving the food around on your plate, never actually eating anything.

“Why would my drunken whore of a brother make you nervous? If you show him any bit of interest, I’m sure he’d bed you without a second thought.”

You sighed heavily, becoming irritated with your best friend.

“I don’t want to be just another notch on his bedpost… if there’s even room for another notch. I care about him, Aemond.” you said bitterly, gulping down the rest of your wine.

“You just need to make him see you, Y/N.”

“And how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Please enlighten me, my prince.” you said sarcastically.

He smirked, taking a sip of wine before speaking again.

“I have an idea, but you won’t like it.” he warned.

At this point you didn’t care if you’d like it or not. You wanted Aegon to notice you.

“Tell me.”

“I’ll pretend to like you. He always wants what he can’t have. If we pretend to have feelings for each other, he’ll at least see you. Then once you have his attention, you can confess your feelings to him.” he said simply, as if it was going to be the easiest task.

You sighed and pursed your lips, hating the idea of pretending to have romantic feelings towards your friend, but you were willing to do it if Prince Aegon noticed you.

“Fine. We start now.” you whispered, smirking at him and letting out a loud giggle before grabbing Aemond's hand and lacing your fingers with his. You could see the initial shock on his face before he played along, gripping your hand tight and giving you a smile. Your laugh must have been heard by the eldest prince because when your eyes glanced around you saw a confused look on Aegon's face, his gaze focused on yours and Aemond's interlocked fingers.

Throughout the rest of dinner, you and Aemond made small talk, your hand never leaving his and your false giggles and smiles just fueled the fire. Aemond put on the best show he could, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. To the others it looked like it was shared secrets between lovers, but in reality it was just Aemond pointing out the fact that Aegon’s eyes hadn’t left the two of you the entire time.

The next week continued on just the same. You and Aemond spent every waking moment together, making sure you were always in the line of sight of his brother. And with every day that passed, the more pissed off Aegon looked. You couldn’t help but notice the way he stared longingly at you every time you laughed at something Aemond had said or the way he glared at Aemond with pure hatred every time he touched you.

It was day nine of making Aegon jealous when the plan finally began to pay off. You were walking one of the main corridors alone, prepared to go back to your chambers to get ready for supper. You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you and almost screamed when your shoulder was grabbed to stop you. When you whipped around to see who it was, your heart almost stopped.

“Aegon,” you breathed out “My prince, is something the matter?” you asked, praying your words didn’t crack as you spoke. You could tell he looked a bit flustered.

“Lady Y/N, may I ask you something?” he questioned, fidgeting a bit, unable to keep still.

“Why of course, my prince.”

“Why do you like my brother?” he asked. You could see the disappointment in his eyes when he spoke to you. You froze at the question, not sure how to answer. 

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388 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#2

Angels And Dungeon Masters

Another loud yell came from the basement, echoing all the way upstairs to where you resided in Nancy’s room, perched on her bed. The two of you were flipping through Cosmo magazines and giggling over an article titled “The Myth Of The Unemotional Man: Classic Cases Of Defrosting”... at least you were until your younger cousin's party of heathens disrupted your thoughts.

“Oh my god, Nancy, are they always this loud? It’s literally one in the morning.” you complained, cutting your eyes at her. She just chuckled and gave you a smile.

“Unfortunately, yes. They’re in the middle of yet another D&D campaign run by their Hellfire club leader. And these campaigns last for weeks… months even. This one will probably last all summer. So good luck trying to get them to settle down.” she said, watching you get up and march towards her door with the intent of telling them to quiet down.

“Mike may not listen to me, but Dustin, Lucas, and Will love me so maybe I’ll have some luck.” You said, giving her a grin before making your way down stairs, smoothing out the pastel blue silk of the knee length, lace trimmed nightgown you were wearing.

You made your way through the living room and the kitchen before stopping at the basement door, hearing them all hooping and hollering over their game. You took a deep breath before opening the door, not caring if it made any noise. They were being so loud they wouldn’t be able to hear it anyways.

“Mike!” you yelled, before making your way down the stairs and planting your hands firmly on your hips as you reached the bottom. “Do you realize what time it is Michael?!”

“Sorry, Y/N! We didn’t realize the time! We will try to keep our volume to a minimum.” Dustin spoke, giving you a wide grin and making Mike roll his eyes.

“That’s all I ask.” you said sweetly, smiling back.

“And who might this lovely creature be?” came an unknown voice, making you scan the room once more before landing on someone you’d never met before.

“Oh, that’s my cousin, Y/N. She’s staying here for the summer so you’ll probably see a lot of her.” Mike explained before looking back at you. “Y/N, this is Eddie.”

You watched as he stood up making his way over to you and doing a very dramatic low bow, holding out his hand. You nervously scanned your cousin and his friends and they just shrugged their shoulders. You put your hand in his, instantly noticing just how small your hand was compared to his and how cold his rings were against your skin. He grabbed your hand and stood up straight, gracing you with a smile.

“Did you fall through a portal from Mount Celestia, because you look like an angel.” he said, his brown eyes staring straight into yours. You could feel a slight blush rise up your neck to your cheeks as he spoke. In that moment you realized just how underdressed you were, wishing you had at least put on your robe before you marched downstairs. You glanced nervously at your cousin to see him pretending to gag and his friends staring wide eyed. If you were being honest, Eddie was cute…. Really cute. He practically SCREAMED your type. So you didn’t see the harm in flirting back… and grossing out your younger cousin a bit more. You quickly regained your composure, pushing any hints of embarrassment away and smiled at the man who was holding your hand captive.

“Unfortunately, no. But you can be my dungeon master any time you like, handsome.” You said, batting your eyelashes a bit and pushing your breasts together just slightly with your arms.

His eyes practically sparkled as he gave you a wicked grin, laced with an unspoken promise to see you again… or possibly take you up on that offer. You didn’t miss his eyes darting from your face to your chest either. You got exactly what you wanted.

“Ew, gross! No flirting with my friends, Y/N!”

“Not even sorry about it, Mike.” you laughed, gently slipping your hand from Eddies. “Goodnight, boys. Keep it down, will ya?” 

“Anything for you, angel.” Eddie said, smirking at you as you made your way back upstairs.

“Thank you, Eddie.” you practically purred, giggling as you hit the top of the steps.

When you made it back upstairs to Nancy’s room, you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. And Nancy immediately noticed.

“Ok… what happened down there that’s got you so happy?” she giggled, nudging your shoulder with her own as you sat down next to her.

“You didn’t tell me that Mike had a super cute older friend here.” you said, nervously picking at your fingernails and avoiding eye contact.

“So you met Eddie? Of course you’d think he’s cute. He’s totally your type!” she said happily.

“Oh, I met Eddie alright. He totally flirted with me. He threw a D&D pickup line at me… although I don’t think he was prepared for me to throw one back.”

“You used a dungeons and dragons pick up line on him?! Oh, I bet he’s absolutely swooning right about now with hearts in his eyes!” she giggled. “Spill! I want details!”

“He asked me if I fell through a portal from Mount Celestia because I look like an angel.” you giggled, rolling your eyes dramatically. “And I told him no, but he was more than welcome to be my dungeon master whenever he wants.”

“Oh my god, Y/N! I bet he’s positively reeling right now, thinking up ways to ask you out.”

“You think he’ll ask me out?” you asked, almost too excitedly.

“Definitely.” she giggled.

The rest of the night was a blur, even as you returned to your own room. Every once in a while as you laid beneath the covers, you could hear a faint cheer or yell from downstairs. You could distinctly tell Eddie’s voice from the others. You couldn’t help but smile thinking about the cute punk rock guy with the fluffy hair and big, brown doe eyes that was sitting downstairs playing Dungeons and Dragons with your cousin.

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537 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Not Your Boyfriend

Well 5800 words later.... Here ya go! 

Your boyfriend, Joseph, comes home dressed as Eddie

SMUT AHEAD

You watched the live show from your laptop, grinning at the sight of your boyfriend on his first ever talk show. You were so proud of him and what he’s managed to accomplish. Since Stranger Things season 4 had come out, Joe’s life had been hectic. But he’d always made sure to set aside time for you. He was so sweet. But hearing your name being spoken brought you out of your daydream, your eyes and ears now focused on the screen. 

“My girlfriend, Y/N, really is amazing. The best girlfriend ever, really. She’s really the one who helped me get the American accent perfected since she’s American. We were stuck together in my flat in London throughout the pandemic and quarantine and everything so I had a lot of time to really study the way she talks and I kind of used that as a guideline for how I made Eddie sound.”

Your heart swelled hearing him talk so highly of you and how you actually contributed to the beloved character Eddie Munson. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face as you watched the rest of the show, eager for your boyfriend to return to the hotel.

You watched a couple episodes of Stranger Things season 4, drooling over your boyfriend as Eddie Munson, before turning it off and just scrolling on your phone. You must’ve fallen asleep while waiting for Joseph to return because you woke up to the opposite side of the bed dipping and an arm wrapping around your middle and pulling you against a broad chest. Your eyes fluttered open and you craned your neck to peek behind you, only to see your boyfriend grinning at you.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, darling.” he said, leaning over to press a chaste kiss against your lips.

“S’ok.” you mumbled, sleep lacing your voice as you rolled over to face him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, lovey.” he said, his breath fanning across your face as his hands skimmed over your side down to your thigh, pulling it up over his own so he could be impossibly closer to you. You whined, feeling his half hard erection pressing against you. “Are you too tired tonight, baby?”

“I’m never too tired for you.” you said, pressing your lips against his and whining against his mouth when his hips rocked against yours. “Make love to me, Joseph. Please, baby?”

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.” he said, moving to stand up so he could push his sleep pants and his underwear to the floor before crawling back in bed to lay down next to you. His lips immediately found yours and his hands found your hips, his fingers digging slightly into your love handles. You disliked them but Joe seemed to love them more than you ever thought possible.

“Joe… clothes…. off.” you mumbled between kisses. He smirked against your lips before pulling away to sit up and gently tug at the fabric of the oversized shirt you wore to bed. You sat up and lifted your arms, allowing him to tug the offending garment over your head before tossing it to the floor. You laid back down as Joe moved to sit between your legs and his hands gently cupped your breasts in his hands, letting his thumbs gently rub over your nipples as they hardened under his touch. His hands didn’t stay there nearly long enough for your liking, him deciding to move his hands down your stomach to the waistband of your panties.

“Lift your hips for me, darling.” he ordered quietly, his fingers slipping under the elastic band and tugging them down your thick thighs. He sat back, staring down at you in awe. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

“Josephhhh!” you whined, his immense staring and lack of physical contact driving you insane.

“Sorry, darling. I just couldn’t help myself. You’re stunning.” he said, moving to hover over you. He reached his hand down to gently rub his fingers up and down your slit, groaning at how wet you already were. “And you’re already so wet for me, baby.”

You couldn’t help but whine and buck your hips while he teased you, taking his slick coated fingers and rubbing slow circles over your clit. He chuckled at the way your hips stuttered against his hand before moving his fingers down to your hole and gently pushing his middle finger all the way inside you.

“Joseph! Oh fuck!” you moaned, feeling him begin to thrust his finger in and out of you at a lazy pace.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, curling his finger against your inner wall, making your eyes roll back. “Do you want more?”

“Yes… please I need your cock, baby.” you begged, staring at him with wide eyes knowing that your sweet Joseph would cave and give you exactly what you wanted. You almost whimpered as he removed his fingers from your cunt but you were cut off by the feeling of him rubbing his tip through your drenched folds.

“You ready, lovey?” he asked sweetly, smiling down at you.

“I’m ready.” you said, grinning up at him and wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him into you.

You both moaned at the feeling of finally being connected and you wasted no time in rocking your hips, encouraging him to move. He did as you silently asked, slowly pulling out about halfway before thrusting back in.

You gasped, feeling his tip nudge gently against your cervix, effectively knocking the wind out of you. He grunted into your neck before kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, leaving dark bruises behind. Your fingers tangled in his curls, holding him against you while he continued to thrust into you and mark up your neck. Your eyes closed on their own accord, little whimpers leaving your mouth with every thrust.

“Oh… oh fuck! Joseph… baby…”

“Mmm does this feel good, my love?” he asked between kisses and nips against your throat.

“Yes! Yes, baby. Keep fucking me just like that.” you moaned, tugging on his hair to maneuver his lips back to yours.

“Anything you want, love.” he mumbled before pressing his lips hard against yours. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed to breath, his tongue dancing sensually with yours. Your brain was getting foggy, forgetting where you ended and he began. Everything was a blur of emotions and pleasure, so much so that you didn’t even hear yourself talking.

“Mmm oh god, fuck, Eddie! Oh fuck!” you moaned against his lips, too focused on the pleasure for your brain to register what you’d just said. But Joseph had heard you loud and clear. His hips came to an abrupt stop and he pulled his lips from yours, staring at you with wide eyes. You looked at him with your eyebrows scrunched together, clearly confused. “Joseph, baby, why’d you stop?”

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hey, kevin here, i apologize that somethin' of this matter is being posted so late like this and so sudden. i won't be typing as i usually do as the accusations here are a serious matter and there won't be a need for my usual, light-hearted typing style.

it has come to my attention, though this information has been kept private for maybe a month, two? but has only just recently been brought to my attention by a good friend of mine. the claims were sent to him over instagram by my ex; kai or huhrizon. the photo will be attached below in which, kai, is laughing about the fact he believes he's found out that i am a minor. more specifically, fifteen. which couldn't be farther from the truth, this thread will be debunking and defending myself before he can come out and express these fabricated lies to try and ruin my reputation because he's upset that i wasn't ready for a relationship.

kai messaging mattia over the fact he believes he has uncovered 'my mother's facebook profile'. which will be debunked below.

very interesting that you decided to not only, try to uncover things about my identity after i politely explained to you that i no longer wanted to pursue a relationship, but that you're brewing up fake rumours just to try to get back at me for it.

onto the main claim. kai has been professing, that i, am infact a fifteen year old falsifying his age online. the reason he believes these claims are that, one, he found my mother's facebook profile. and two, that there was a photo on there of me, with the caption 'happy birthday kevin' posted onto the account. mattia has explained to me that this photo isn't here to be displayed as evidence, solely because kai sent the picture through instagram's vanish mode.

* this mode automatically deletes anything sent after the chat is closed.

mattia informed me that this photo was overall suspicious though as kai had blurred out the user's facebook handle. very odd indeed kai, very odd. i have no clue what this women looked like as there were no further photos, so until then, i don't know how i can debunk the woman not being my mother; appearance wise.

what reason do i have to believe this is motivated out of spite? before kai and i had become acquainted, i followed him through dylan, who had publicity posted about how his friend had created a dark blog. wanting to follow more creators who shared a similar interest, i followed him. immediately, kai had started sending asks about whether or not i was single. we had not talked nor even messages before, we had liked a few of each others posts and that was the max of our interactions. but i responded with a flirty remark, which i am now known for, but wasn't at the time. flirting was thrown back and fourth and after awhile i had realized i was no longer ready, mentally or emotionally for a relationship at that point in time. i still had full feelings for kai, yet kindly expressed my discomfort with a relationship. which he mutually accepted and that was that. i thought we were ended things on great terms, we both communicated and got our messages out of the way.

apparently this was not the case, as kai, without my knowledge goes to search for any sort of dirt he can find on me. which, i will be using a post by dylan to explain why i have reason to be swayed into the fact this was out of anger— i love dylan, and he's not included in these accusations whatsoever, but this post is important to view. do not drag him into this, please. i'm serious.

dylan admits to kai being able to ruin people's lives for fun. which is obviously, not a good look for him. he purposefully goes on the hunt for any information he can attach to someone. unluckily for him, he couldn't find anything worth exposing, so he restorts to making up lies about my age in an attempt to get some sort of revenge? as punishment for breaking his heart i presume. very, very mature after a breakup which i calmly and kindly let you know that i wasn't ready for anything further.

now, onto the rebuttal i have for his big accusation; me being a fifteen year old who's mother's social, kai sniffed up. my mother does not own any form of social media, she has an email which is technically not even a social app. ( this is used for her grad teachers, in order to contact her for reasons that will be explained ).

my mother hasn't had any social app for years, much less posts or takes photos of us to display whatsoever. my mother entered a relationship with a man, who at the time she didn't know was very, very anti-lgbtq.

* before anything else it's important to note that kai, believes i have a brother. i told him this in order to stray away any true information about me, as there are very few people i fully trust with the knowledge of my personal life. much less, someone who i just met at the time; i.e kai. kai had mentioned a friend of either his or his brothers being named 'hank' to try to also fit the lie of having a brother, i told him it was a funny coincidence that my brother had the same name. i do not have a brother, my sister and i are both trans— she being mtf, and i being ftm. she has given me explicit permission to disclose this, as i wouldn't ever dream of letting that information out without her word.

this leads into my main argument. my mother had been with this man for quite awhile, and had finally asked us for permission to give him the news, that we were both transgender and that he should know for the future of our family. he obviously, did not take this well. to keep details minimal for the safety of my family, i'll briefly explain some of the shit he's done to my mother. stalk, threaten, send unsolicited photos and dead animals to our home, try to get my mother to meet up - or find her location to meet up with her, and many, many more vile things. my family has been hiding, moving, and changing our identities ever since. my mother has wanted a healthy, safe environment for her children to grow up in without fear that their lives would be taken or in some way ruined by this man. we can't keep a house for more than a year before we're forced to go into hiding because of a message from him or some sick prank from somebody who knows about the situation. this is all i can say, as i don't want him to somehow get ahold of this post. which is also why i am withholding my families legal names as well as her ex's legal name just to be cautious. though it is never ever justified to lie to your partner, kai and i had barely talked and i felt pressured by the environment and excitement to rush headfirst into a relationship. causing me to hold back any truth to my personal life, excluding interests, stories, and stuff of that sort. which deserves an apology all on it's own.

now, where this fifteen, number came from. not a clue in hell, my sister, is sixteen but was fifteen at the time i was in a relationship with kai. i have no clue if this has anything to do with it, but he knew, as i told him i was celebrating her birthday through text. letting him know, the age she was and the age she was turning.

i live off the grid and always have. my legal name is not on here, my family or friends names, etc. my personality, all me, the stories or hobbies i have? true. my job? true. i express the true me on here while still holding back information that could cause my family into another year of hiding. my mother never has and never will have any socials. she barely uses her email out of fear, but has no choice as it's her only means of communication to her job.

another quick thing i would like to mention, to be truthful, as this is a post solely based on trust alone. as i have no physical evidence to back it up. i sent a photo to kai, letting him know it was taken when i was in middle school. i told him my mother put a filter over it, which is weird right? i just explained how my mother doesn't have socials, he's got to be lying, right? no, my teacher had taken the photo and she had edited on her photo to show our grandma, who she sent the image through phone messages. this was no lie, but it was a misdirection to try to get kai to believe my mother posted about me. i still didn't trust him and never fully did, so this was another. morally wrong, attempt to cover my true identity by lying to him about it. which, again, never right to lie to your partner. but i have a family to protect, it's hard to make friends and relationships online when you have to hide who you truly are your whole life. and i'm sorry that's been the case, though the information my mutuals privately know is all the truth. i've grown to trust a fair few, so thank you.

as a summary, these claims are total bullshit. i can provide more context or answers to any questions you may have, below, through dms, or through my inbox. this was once again posted before he could get his word out, as i wanted to make sure everyone knew what i had to say, in case he decided to 'expose' me while i was at work, or too busy to compile a rebuttal. thank you all for listening, you don't have to believe a word of this. as yes, my story does sound far-fetched but i have no way that i can verify it without putting my family in danger. which, i'd much rather lose my online status over a silly rumour than harm my family for another multitude of years. this is a rather short and rushed post though, as it's been bugging me for awhile and i just need to push it out.