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@cestdommage
⤷ lance ❆ they/them ❆ 20 yrs on krypton ❆ maths student ❆ i love, i get scared, I screw up all the time but that is being human and that's my greatest strength!
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i tried to go to ur c.ai acc and for some reason it says it doesn’t exist??? dk if it’s a me problem but like did u delete ur acc or got banned orrr??? cuz i love ur bots sm its a pity to see ur acc like this 😭😭😭
hey so i’m only going to address this here and i’m not going to do so again. read if you want to, or don’t. ⬇️
TLDR: i deleted my account— just like i said i would. it’s gone, and it’s not coming back. using generative AI is not worth the overconsumption of our drinking water and the deterioration of the environment, not to mention the psychological impact it is having on people.
this is a jar of drinking water found near a meta data center site being built in morgan county, georgia. DRINKING WATER. residents there have not had access to clean water since construction on the center began; they are experiencing reduced water pressure, they rely on bottled water to drink/cook/clean/etc., and their water bills are expected to raise about 33%. there are many more cities that are experiencing similar issues with their water along with increased electricity bills, noise pollution, etc.
AI systems were also estimated to have consumed around 765 billion liters of water last year, which is greater than the total global consumption of bottled water in that same year. that is water we no longer have all because of AI systems. allegedly, asking chatgpt 10-50 questions uses about the same amount of water as a 16 oz water bottle— but that’s not even verified because these companies are not transparent with the EPA or anyone else about how their products are impacting the environment.
all these companies are forcing AI down our throats so they can profit off of the labor and jobs they no longer want to pay for. google search now relies solely on AI to bring up search results— and not all of it is particularly accurate nor relevant. not to mention, c.ai and other sites want personal data to verify ages because CHILDREN are being harmed by using them and they don’t want to be liable for that. they do not need your ID. do not give them your ID.
nothing is worth you chatting with a bot or generating a 90s version of you made up of stolen art or having it write an three-sentence email because you can’t be bothered to respond to someone through your own words.
i’m not trying to be rude or mean here, but there’s genuinely no reason to be supporting these kinds of things with the information we have now and continue to receive each week. we have an obligation not only to ourselves, but also the environment to protect one another and our natural resources before they are gone for good. if you want a future for yourself and for those who come after us, we all have to do our part.
good girl
dana evans is your neighbour 18+, age gap, dry humping, pussy eating <3
you'd never lived in an apartment that held 'get to know your neighbours' night. strange concept, you were perfectly fine knowing just one other person in the building, not by name but politely smiling whilst you gathered your mail. you had enough friends, not a lot, but enough and work was tiring so if you could avoid small talk in the corridor then you were happy to.
then fliers appeared on the lobby notice board.
people have too much time on their hands, you exhaled as you read, also wondering how much buy in this would actually get. your night would be spent the same as any other single woman in their late 20s, finish work, take-out and real housewives, NOT mingling in the hall with strangers.
unfortunately for you, there was a lot of buy in. crowds of people flooded the communal space, all cradling beer bottles and plastic cups like it was some kind of frat party. you had no intention of staying, of chatting or getting involved in any measure but fighting your way through the stairwell, unnoticed with a bag of ramen, proved quite difficult.
"hey! you're 64b right? i'm 68, just above you" a sweet bubbly girl beamed at you, intercepting your path. she was most likely the organiser of this event, like she'd made it her mission to get to first name basis of every single resident in the building.
"oh, yeah. hi.." you weren't rude, you were tired. and you didn't need this adult-friend-making-speed-dating shit. "nice to meet you, i'm just gonna-" trying to slip past.
"you HAVE to meet your neighbours" she ignored your attempt to politely excuse yourself, ushering you back into the crowd of people so close to your front door.
the introductions were tedious, she pointed out the couple to your left, the old man directly beneath you. you stood half smiling, giving your name out and trying to find any morsel of energy to even give a shit. you just wanted to go inside, eat your ramen and go the fuck to sleep. but the conversation left no gaps for your escape, not that you didn't try. you knew politeness would be your downfall one day.
then—
"think you're all keeping this nice gal from her dinner" a petite blonde in grey-blue scrubs broke up the circle you were standing in, eyeing your ramen as she pulled a key from her bag. "and stacey, keep it down out here yeah? need some shut eye" she walked to the door opposite yours, turning the key and giving you a subtle wink as she let herself in.
"sure dana, don't worry we'll keep it-" the girl, whom you now know as stacey, called out as the door slammed "-down"
you smiled, finally finding your own queue to leave.
she found her way into your mind that night, the blonde in scrubs. you weren't sure how you hadn't noticed her before, being in such close proximity and all. not when collecting mail or leaving for work, maybe your schedules were polar to each other but you knew you'd have remembered her. and that wink, nice lady.
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after your brief encounter, you found yourself looking out for your neighbour a little more. she clearly kept to herself which just made you more curious. the scrubs suggested some kind of doctor or nurse, the one bed apartment told you she probably lived alone and you hadn't stopped thinking about her no nonsense approach to stacey. she was quite a bit older than you, you could tell that from her voice - a little deep, accent thick.
the day she walked past you she smelt like cigarette smoke and rich perfume, her ears were double pierced and she chewed gum with an open mouth.
the next time you caught her was brief. early morning, pre-7am, in the same clothes as last time. you were taking advantage of the mild air, heading out for a quick run before work and she was clearly starting her day.
you exchanged 'mornings' and then she was gone.
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summer brought a heat wave and unfortunately for your building, a strain on the air con.
it was early evening when you heard raised voices in the hall. you stepped closer to your front door, slick sheen across your chest from the growing heat inside your apartment, listening to the other side.
"no you need to come and fix this fuckin thing now. not tomorrow, now. it's 100° in here for christ sake"
you only heard one voice, like she was on the phone.
"jesus-" then silence.
you opened your door to see her stood in a tank and lounge pants, hair stuck to the back of her neck with the rest pulled into a claw clip.
she turned to face you at the sound of the door click, holding up her phone "building manager, piece of shit"
you laughed under your breath. "your AC out too?"
she nodded, shaking her head down at the phone with a raised brow, then shoving it into her pocket.
"spent my day off sucking on ice and trying not to pass the fuck out" her smile travelled from her eyes to her lips, skin creasing at the edges. she looked at you for a second, titling her head slightly. "we haven't met"
you opened your door more, stepping out into the hall. "we kinda did" you meant that first day she saved you from the crowd.
"mm not properly, doll" she folded her arms, face softening "i'm dana"
you told her your name and she smiled, like it fit you. "you new here? not really seen you around much" you asked her, curious to find any detail, big or small.
"i work a lot and never really been one for stairwell small talk"
"oh yeah, of course- sorry i just-"
"not you kid, the ole neighbourhood watch crew and their building parties" she clearly had the same view of 'meet your neighbour' as you did. your shoulders relaxed. after a second, "you want some ice tea? just made a jug" she gestured her hand towards her apartment.
"won't say no to that" you mumbled, smiling.
her apartment was nice, it mirrored yours just the opposite. you were right to assume she lived alone, there was just one of everything. no manly shoes in the entrance or photos of anyone other than what you assumed were her grown children.
she dabbed her forehead with the back of her hand as you both sipped and made the small talk you claimed to hate.
"so you a doctor or something?" you asked.
"close. nurse. down at pittsburgh general, have been for 32 years"
that confirmed the age gap you already knew was there. it shocked you, how she'd been in a job longer than you were alive and you didn't have to say it for her to know you were thinking it.
"let me guess, you were still in diapers when i was in college?"
"close. i was born about 5 years after you graduated i think" you didn't know why you said it, feeling rude after it came out but she just laughed, shaking her head as she sipped her tea.
"jesus. even my tattoos are older than you"
you weren't sure why you felt that in your stomach. you huffed a laugh to try conceal it, blaming the spreading burn on your neck on the stifling heat.
then her phone rang, you could vaguely hear the building manager say he couldn't come til tomorrow. she was an animated woman, hands flying around, voice raised. you wouldn't want to get on her bad side, you thought. you finished the last sip of your tea, setting the empty glass down and mouthing thank you before excusing yourself while she dealt with the dick on the other end of the line.
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you started seeing more of dana. passing in the hall, starting your day, taking out the trash. your conversations became longer and more than just greetings. sometimes you'd forget you were going to work and spend 15 minutes in the hall just chatting.
you got to know her more. she worked day shifts, had 3 daughters, she liked white wine (you saw her bringing a bottle home one night) and she loved her job.
she got to know you more too. where you went to college, how you were allergic to cats and loved to read on the door step when the sun was out.
your grocery hauls were complete opposites. hers were that of an adult with fruit and veg, bottled water, essentials. she made a joke at how your bags clinked like you were hiding the entire liquor store in there and she asked if you knew pop tarts were not a substantial breakfast.
since then, she'd be at your door a couple of times a week with filled tupperware. sometimes it was a full meal, other times fruit salads and home baked biscuits. you returned the favour by bringing a jug of margaritas to her doorstep on a saturday night.
"jesus h christ, did you blend these at all?" dana half laughed, almost choking on your lethal dose of tequila and lime.
you sat on giant cushions in the open window of the fire escape in dana's apartment, the half filled jug between you.
"it's saturday night. we're getting lit"
she rolled her eyes at your lingo.
"it's saturday night and you're getting drunk with your elderly neighbour" she corrected.
"it's my community service, helping out a senior citizen-" she swatted you, spilling some cocktail on your lap as your head fell back in laughter.
"fucker"
"i'm kidding you know" you said after a second. "you're literally like my closest friend right now"
you weren't sure if you were supposed to feel like this about friends. or what it even was you were feeling. you just knew you liked her company, perhaps more than you should. you liked getting to know her, wanting to know everything about her. you knew that you liked women but obviously, you assumed she didn't.
dana sparked up a cigarette, inhaling deeply as the smoke curled above the pair of you. she handed you the tab, exhaling and you took it between two fingers. your gaze didn't break from one another.
"quite fond of you too, doll" that smile again, the one that narrowed her eyes and showed the top of her teeth. fuck.
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it'd been a few months since you first met dana and your friendship had grown into something you both treasured dearly.
you'd end up at one another's place at least once a week. the nights when she wasn't too tired from her shift or you hadn't been pulled away by your other friends. you'd much rather spend your time with her, not that you'd admit it.
it was all nice and neighbourly. knocking on each others door with take-out or a bottle of wine. somewhere along the line you'd swapped numbers. that was originally for the purpose of dana taking in your parcels when you weren't home, keeping each other updated for anything in the building but it soon became a text chain between friends.
use the back entrance, stacey's on the rampage
got some of your mail, let me know when you're home and i'll come drop it
hey, is your power out?
don't suppose you fancy a glass of vino 🍷
one evening you'd managed to get yourself roped into going to the bar with some work friends. the cocktails fell down your throat far too easily and by 9pm you were more than tipsy.
you weren't quiet coming home. stumbling up the stairwell, talking to yourself, an oop when you missed the top step, dropping your purse. a door next to you clicked open.
"someone's had a good night" dana picked up your purse and you beamed up at her, pulling yourself up by the hand rail.
"daaaaana, hey"
"you smell like a brewery" she laughed, lightly holding onto your upper arm to guide you to your front door.
"just had a few drinkypoos" you hiccuped. "you wanna come in for one?" your words weren't slurrred but it was no secret you were drunk.
"i think you've had enough" she pulled your key from your hands as you struggled with the lock, turning the key in one smooth movement for you to enter.
you walked through your apartment to the sofa, falling onto it as dana dropped your purse next to you, headed to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water.
she returned and you couldnt help but notice the glow on her face, the softness in her eyes. you took the glass and just held it. "drink" she urged, stern but not unkind.
sipping from the glass, you held her gaze. there was something between you, something that felt different in that moment. her finger came up to tip the glass further, pouring more liquid down your throat, until she was content you'd had enough.
"good girl" she took the glass away from you and despite your thirst being quenched, your mouth suddenly felt dry.
she saw you swallow thickly. her lips parted slightly. the skirt you were wearing had ridden up to your thighs with how you were sat.
"now get some rest"
you were still sat in the same position when you heard your front door click behind her. what you didn't see was dana stood in the hall for a second, breathless like she'd just ran the length of your apartment. you didn't know she thought about turning round, coming back in. not knowing what she'd say but considering it all the same. she pondered for a moment, one hand on her hip, the other tousled in her hair.
"fuck" she thought about how you'd looked at her just moments ago. how you reacted. her chest tightened, unknown feelings creeping their way into her conscience.
she didn't turn round. she fought the urge, heading into her own apartment.
you managed to sober up relatively quickly. downing more water, a couple advil and a luke warm shower to cool the heat between your legs. good girl, it replayed in your mind over and over as the stream poured onto your skin. what the fuck? your neighbour, your friend, a woman almost twice your age, a woman who you had no confirmation had any interest in women whatsoever, a woman you couldn't have.
it was hard to get dana out of your mind as you lay in bed, not that you really tried. the room was dark with the exception of a bedside lamp, quiet. it was then you decided to pick up your phone.
you: you awake?
you didn't expect her to be with the time. but then the bubble appeared.
dana: yeah, everything ok?
you hesitated for a second.
you: just wanted to say thank you for earlier
you: not sure i'd have made into my apartment without you
that's not really what you wanted to say.
dana: just doing my community service, helping out the drunk and disorderly...
you laughed at her using your own words against you.
dana: assume you're feeling better?
you: much
you: followed the nurses orders with water and two advil
it felt a little loaded to send but you did anyway. then the bubble appeared and disappeared enough times to cause you panic. you almost sent another message, something flat and obviously platonic, maybe even just a 'anyway, good night' to kill the conversation.
then—
dana: good girl
you didn't even know you were clenching your thighs til you felt the flutter between them.
in 64a, dana's mouth went dry as she pressed send. it was a lot for her, being bold like this. she didn't know what she was doing or what her intentions were but for once in her life, she ran with it. ran with the knot in her stomach, the throbbing sensation between her legs.
she waited for you. nervous at your reply. hoping she wasn't mistaken by this, whatever the fuck this was.
you: dana
fuck it.
you: can you come back over here
this could go one of two ways, the way you want or the way in which you've read this so incredibly wrong.
it was the longest five minutes of your life, between sending that message and hearing the knock on your door.
when you opened it, she was facing away. turning when she heard you. you could see her breathing heavy, the rise and fall of her chest. you stepped back slightly and she stepped in. then it was just the two of you, stood silent in your hall. your oversized tee had wet patches on the back from your damp hair, you saw dana's eyes glance once over you, suddenly aware you're naked on the bottom half beside underwear.
she was in similar loungewear you saw her in one of the first times. she wore a gold cross on her neck, something you'd noticed before but not really paid attention to.
"i-" you started. she stopped you.
"i don't know what i'm doing" her eyes wide, voice low. "this isn't- i've never-"
you extended your hand to hold hers.
"dana-"
"i don't know why i feel like this" there was an undertone of panic and vulnerability. "about you"
you could feel your heart in your ears, in your chest, in your stomach.
"i'm twice your age, i shouldn't feel like this about you" she spoke quietly, as if being loud would make something real.
"but you do"
a moment. your thumb brushed over her hand.
"i do"
before you could stop yourself, your lips were on hers. she stilled for a second, and then she let herself feel. she kissed you back, hands tentatively finding the base of your neck as yours found her waist.
then it got messy and heated and the two of you were stumbling from the hall to your bedroom one door down.
she was panting into your mouth as you led her backwards, calves hitting the bed.
"fuck dana, wanted this f'so long" you breathed between her lips. "tell me you want this"
dana moaned, it slipped out before she could stop it, pulling back from you. "want this. please"
you were soaked. you had been since you were full of booze and she'd touched your arm in the hall. but now her tongue was in your mouth and your hands were slipping under the hem of her tank, feeling skin you'd never felt.
"can i?" you tugged at the material and she nodded. she was naked under that, her hands came up on instinct to cover her bare tits, you replaced them with your own, pulling away slowly.
"wanna see you" she let you, your mouth watered at the sight. they were incredible, nipples hard from your fingertips ghosting over the skin. she exhaled deeply, breath hitching when your lips skimmed the flesh of her neck.
your fingers trailed from her chest, grazing skin down her sternum to the waistband of her trousers. you felt her move against you the closer you got. you flattened your palm against her stomach, sliding it beneath the elastic and finding her without panties, hot and needy, her bare cunt dripping and begging for you.
dipping your index and middle finger through her wetness, dana whimpered, mouth parting.
"mmm, fuck-"
you swiped your fingers a couple of times, spreading her wetness and then you pulled away. fingers glistening in the dim light. the noise she made when you sucked her off your middle finger made your pussy twitch.
"taste so good dana" you kissed her, light and loving. "so fucking good"
you pushed her softly onto the bed, standing above her as you pulled your t shirt over your head, leaving you almost equal in your clothing. her eyes wandered all over you and you watched her take it in. when you pulled her trousers down her legs, you couldn't believe the sight. her laid back, naked and yours.
when you crawled onto the bed, she moved herself back on her elbows to make space for you. you nudged her legs open by the knees, they fell apart with ease and she shuddered at the cool air against her bare cunt.
she was nervous. not because she was inexperienced - this may be her first time with a woman but she was no stranger to sex. in fact dana would have always considered herself a sexual person, in touch with her own desires however it'd been so long. so long since her divorce, since she'd slept beside someone, felt that kind of intimacy. then seeing your body and youth almost intimidated her. but the way you looked at her soon seemed to negate all of that.
when you were between her legs, lowering yourself to become face to face with the slick mess, she felt sexy. and wanted. you wanted her.
"oh my god- mmph" the first swipe of your tongue had her head thrown back. she lay flat on the bed as you worked her up, holding both thighs steady, licking up to her swollen clit.
you moaned into her, nails digging into skin as she started to roll her hips against your face. god it was hot. she whimpered and moaned and muttered your name over and over. "oh fuck, yes- there, that's-" her own cry cut her off as you curled two fingers deep. they slipped in with ease, her own arousal and your saliva dripping from your fingers as you pumped in and out.
you came up for air, resting your cheek on the inner of her thigh as you started fucking her, hard. the noises were obscene, slick and squelching with every move.
"doing so good baby oh my god i wish you could see what i can" you kissed her thigh, she moaned your name. "so fucking good"
"fuck you're gonna make- make me cum" her accent sounded thicker as she moaned, unbelievably sexy. you could tell she was close the way her cunt started to clench around your fingers. "don't stop"
like hell you would. hands squeezing her thigh, you worked your hand hard inside her and brought your lips to suck softly on her clit. the dual sensation had dana's back arching from the bed, handed fisted in the sheets and her toes curled against your back.
"yes yes yes ye-" with one final fuck of your fingers and pop of your tongue, she fell silent and rigid. then a looooong groan drew from the back of her throat, hoarse and deep. you worked her through it, until she was breathless and shaking, lifting your head up away from her.
"m gonna need a minute, hon"
you smiled. she was glowing, sweaty and messy. hair had fallen into her face, cheeks rosy and chest flushed.
"that was so fucking good dana" you kissed up her body, bringing your leg to straddle one of hers. your mouth landed between her tits, softly sucking the skin there, her hand found your back, stroking lazily across your shoulder blade.
"you're telling me" she laughed under her breath, still trying to regain some composure.
you were so turned on. seeing her cum like that, how bad she wanted you and you her. you hadn't even noticed your hips rolling against her thigh.
she had.
her hands snaked down your back, finding your ass. she squeezed over your panties, smirking at the wetness she could feel against her leg.
"did that turn you on huh?" she tensed her leg a little, giving you more to work against. "seein me cum like that?"
"shit" you moved harder against her, voice all whiny and strained.
"you wanted this for a while didn't you" her hands helped you, digging into your ass, pulling you into her. "wanted me, naked and wet for you"
you'd drenched your panties by now, dripping onto her skin. the wet material slick against your pussy felt so fucking good, your movements became more erratic, chasing your pleasure, needing to cum so bad. and her words only made it worse.
"good girl, just like that, gonna cum for me?"
fuck. there she goes praising you like that, knowing what it does, knowing that's what got you both here in the first place.
"fuck dana 'm gonna- mmm"
you fucked her leg whilst whining her name, brows knit, eyes screwed shut until—
"look at me. look at me when you cum baby"
your mouth fell open and everything building in the pit of your stomach grew hot and tight. you came all over her leg, a flood of wetness drenching you both, a guttural cry unleashed.
it shocked you both. how hard you came undone just from that. when you fell on the bed next to her, you both lay in silence, just the sound of hot breath and quiet traffic outside.
"stay tonight?" you managed, eventually.
when you turned your head, hopeful she'd agree, dana met your gaze with a glint in her eye.
"if you'll have me"
you kissed her. you didn't stop kissing her for a while.
had the brilliant brilliant thought today while zoning out. jack abbott is late40s-early 50s. meaning that he wouldve been in his late teens/20s in like,,, the 90s-00s. even being in the military, bro would know gold when he sees it in music. give me ex-emo jack abbott. give me jack abbott who saw mcr in concert for dirt cheap when they were just starting (in classic dad fashion). give me robby and abbott being in eachothers myspace top 8. i feel like im cooking hear but maybe im burning instead
he would have crazy dad lore, idk it turns out one time he got to play on stage with bowling for soup
jack fucking reader whos studying for an anatomy quiz the next day fo her college class.. hes touching her and asking her whats the name of the body part, helping his girl study <3
yes AND what if we make him ur prof too...
perv!professor jack abbot x fem!med student!reader.
18+ MDNI! | content warnings: student x professor, dry humping, praise
professor jack abbot teaches a clinical rehabilitation course at your college. he takes a liking to you instantly: you're curious, attentive, and you're always speaking up in his lectures and discussions. jack chalks his fascination with you up to the rarity of finding a student as engaged as you are, nothing more.
but when he's laying in bed at night, he just can't stop his mind from wandering to you, what you could be doing... are you up late studying? are you at a party? whose bed are you in?
so when you turn up to his office hours with your lip worrying between your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, he can't help but give you his full attention.
jack rumbles out your name before making a few clicks and turning away from his computer screen. his eyes are trained on you over the rim of his glasses. "take a seat. what can i do for you today?"
Things that i think would turn on Adrian ‘n why<3
Specific foods that he associated that he associates with sex like whipped cream, or ones that he associates with aftercare like one specific shape of pasta.
it just hit me… my beautiful gorgeous queen mohan is not coming back… omfg i can’t do this i need noah wyle to explode
No matter what I do
michael robinavitch x f!reader
summary: you try to give robby hell for making you feel unimportant all night, but he has his own ideas how to make you forgive him.
cw: mean!dom!robby vibes, he eats it nasty from the back, um, kinda forced but everything’s cool consent wise :P (this is fiction!!!! be better irl), a bit of pain kink, edging, aftercare (yay)
wc: 1.7k
a/n: michael EATER robinavitch. but he is such an asshole in this (and in general. I still love him tho) hayden, I know you won’t, but please, I need this song to be officially added to spotify
now playing: Tongue (unreleased) – Ethel Cain
And I, I, I, I think I wanted you dead
Fell as an angel just to please, no matter where you want it
Fightin' my way up to your tongue so I can die up on it
And show you what it really means to need somebody
Beyond their body
You’d slap Robby across the face for his stupid smirk if he weren’t pinning you to the bed, his strong arms holding your flailing ones.
“I said I was sorry,” he murmured softly.
And yeah, he had apologised a few times now. But no apology was going to fix the fact that he ditched you at some medical gala to smoke cigars on the roof with Jack. You had wandered around the grand room, standing awkwardly in the dress Robby had paid for, your makeup and hair done just for him. He had wanted arm candy, and you had put in the effort to be just that, only to lose the fight for his affection to his friend and a few cigars.
JAMES GUNN IS HOLDING A MAN HOSTAGE
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN ? HE IS MISSING!
JAMES GUNN PLEASE RETURN HIM
gill;;;;;; your reblog;;;; YES !! and ugh robby doesn't even try to sound sweet it's more like a "quit moving around" type of "eaaaaaasy does it" while he holds you down in place :((((( like ur pussy exists for him to use why are you moving around so much while also getting off to the fact that you struggle to take him ugh
18+ mdni cw: toxic/manipilation
SOF IM BARKING…. i knew you’d see the vision…it’s giving toxic!robby my beloved…
ugh he says it in that low gravelly voice that’s aaaalmost reassuring but is more patronizing than anything… any comfort that can be gleamed from it is purely motivated by him wanting to get you to settle down so he can bully his whole cock inside you :(( that’s what it always is with him, everything is to get you to do what he wants… his praise, his reassurance, a lot of his affection… he knows exactly when and how to give it to keep you doe-eyed and eager to please <33
so ofc when he murmurs “eaaasy does it” in that tone you melt under him just like he expects you to <33 your cunt relaxes just a bit more around him and you stop squirming, at least for the time being, allowing him to shove the last couple inches into you and press the curls at his base against the ones on your pussy <3
“attagirl” he offers, to keep you relaxed even as his tip bumps your cervix. “fuck. you never let me in any easier, do you sweetheart? always so fuckin’ tight.” and you know he likes it but something about the way he says it still leaves you feeling small and kinda shameful </33
frank langdon the type to say “biiiiiiig stretch” when he’s sliding inside you… “there you go, baby, see? you got it” kissing ur wet cheeks oh :(
First Date ٠࣪⭑
Summary: Jason wait for you at a restaurant, only to realize you’re not coming. As he’s about to go home, you run up to him with soaked clothes and a good explanation.
content: this is fluff, maybe a little whumpy in the middle, reader and jason kiss (their first kiss!!), could be gn!reader but witten with fem!reader in mind, reader fits in jason’s clothes/is smaller than jason (in my mind jason is massive so anybody is smaller than him, even if your thic)
a/n: realizing a lot of my fics include ordering food with jason, actually I wanted to make them still eat at the restaurant but them going home felt easier. english is not my first language, my whole writing process is basically looking up synonyms. this is also not proofread. please don’t be afraid to like, reblog and comment! 💌
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“Okay, you got this.” Jason sighs, staring at himself in the small mirror of the restaurant the two of you decided to meet at, which he’s noticeably too tall for by the way his back is bend to catch the upper half of his face.
With a deep breath, he turns and pushes the door open, making his way back to the table he’s been seated at by the waiter when he first walked in. He sits down, facing the booth opposite him, pulling out his phone to check the time. Five minutes until seven pm, the time you both agreed to meet.
He shuts his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket, anxiously tapping his fingers on the edge of the table. Jason knew he had no tangible reason to be nervous. It was just you.
But it was also you. His best friend. His person. The one who’s been by his side the last few years, who made coming back into his old life easier, who made his new life worth living. And he had finally gotten the courage to confess his feelings and ask you on an date. A real date; not one of your typical hangouts.
The minutes fly by while he waits, and he tries not to check his phone again as he watches the rain start to fall and splat again the windows of the restaurant, slowl descending in small rivulets.
After what feels like forever and a day, he checks his phone again, reading the time. It’s now ten minutes past your designated time. Ten minutes is fine, right? Maybe you were just running late. You’d be here any moment. You had to be.
But after more time passing, the waiter asking for the countless time if his date is still coming, offering him a basket of bread with pity all over their face, Jason starts to doubt that you’re coming.
Instead, he glares at the bread he silently accepted, trying to tell himself that you wouldn’t stand him up. You would have at least let him down honestly, and not lead him on.
Time flies, and before he knows it, Jason has been sat there for over an hour. His jaw clenched, he throws a five dollar bill on the table before making his way out of the restaurant, ignoring the pitying stares of the staff.
The rain has heavily intensified when he steps out, so he stands there for a moment, realizing that you, his best friend, didn’t seem to like him that much after all. He was so stupid.
He debates waiting it out, but decides he just wants to go home, stuff himself full with one of his shitty frozen meals and don’t speak to anyone for the next week.
As he’s taking the first steps, a million thoughts run around his head, but they’re interrupted as he glances across the street, only to spot you, running towards him with wet strands of hair clinging to your face, your outfit completely soaked.
You stop in front of him, trying to catch your breath like you just ran a marathon. “Jason!” you call, panting as you place a hand over your beating heart as you stop in front of him.
Jason watches you, your chest rising up and down as your eyes search for any indication in his face that he’s mad at you.
“I‘m really sorry.” you exhale. “I swear I left my apartment on time! But then my neighbor, you know the old lady, she needed help and I tried to tell her I needed to go but she insisted and then I missed my bus and so I ordered an Uber and he was a really weird guy and he made some questionable turns and insisted we stop at a corner shop so I just speed walked from there.” you finish rambling, now even more out of breath than before, if that was even possible.
He stares at you, a million thoughts running through his head. But he speaks the most prominent. “You speed walked, from a bodega, while it was raining, just so you could still make it here, even if you didn’t know if I had left already?“
You swallow, nodding in agreement. “Yes.”
“You hate being out in the rain.” he states.
“Yes.” you agree once again.
An unexpected smile spreads on his lips, and even a soft, small laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. “You’re stupid.”
“Yes.” you agree for a third time, a smile matching his own now on your face, mirroring his. “But you like me anyways… right?”
Jason is silent for a moment, his gaze scanning across your face, watching you look up at him, smile of your face, cheeks warm, hair sticking to your face. God, does he like you.
“Let’s go home and order dinner.” he tells you, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders.
You look up at him confused as you pull the jacket closer around you, your senses filling up with his scent. “What about our date?”
He wraps his arm across your shoulders, beginning to move forward on the sidewalk. “We can do it at my place.”
After arriving at his place, Jason sends you to the bathroom with a change of his clothes to take a shower, wanting you to warm up from the rain while he orders food for the two of you.
You step out of the bathroom to find sitting on his sofa, now in sweatpants and a dark tshirt, while you’re in one of his hoodies and a pair of basketball shorts you had to tie really tightly so they won’t fall down as soon as you take a step.
He pats the space next to him, inviting you to sit next to him. It’s quiet for a beat, then you break the silence. “I’m really sorry, Jay.”
He shakes his head as he turns to face you. “It’s okay, really. At least I know you didn’t stand me up.”
He says it with a small huff, similar to a laugh, but you can tell there’s something deeper underneath it. “I would never stand you up, Jay. I really wanted to go on that date with you.” you explain. “And I still really want to.”
His gaze lingers on yours, slipping down to your lips before quickly meeting your eyes again. “I still want it, too.” he admits softly.
It’s so quiet you swear he could hear your heartbeat right now. You watch his face, and you notice that the two of you have neared closer, your thigh now touch his, your hand only a movement away. Before you know what comes over you, you speak what on your mind. “Can I kiss you?”
Jason is stunned, but he’s nodding and moving forward before he even really realizes what that actually means. You close the gab, pressing your lips to his in a soft, vulnerable kiss. His lips feel slightly chapped against yours, but you don’t care, enjoying the feeling and taste of him.
After a few seconds, it’s already over, and both of you are suddenly shy and blushing like little kids. “That was nice.” you breathe out, tongue poking out to lick across your lips.
“Yeah.” he breathes out the same as you, a little dazed, before a grin spread across his face. A matching smile crosses your mouth as you lean into him, enjoying the silence of his apartment, the only sound being the occasional siren of an ambulance or something rattling from the alleyway beside his apartment.
Yeah, you’d just have to reschedule your first date. But this wasn’t so bad.
I don't even do drugs but if someone offered me something that turns everything frutiger aero for like eight hours, I would take it with zero hesitations.
lately i have been in a rut
sometimes i wonder if we are ever going to get more adrian chase…
niko smirk
Hi hi hi bunnyyyyyy
Pope cody and hot steamy scalding water shower sex because its the only room that locks and hides the sound from smurf. 🫢
Thoughts?? :)
(Also how was/is your flightt)
my thoughts are that this is hot as hell
18+ mdni
you and pope just woke up, warm bodies pressed together, eyes still puffy from sleep, kissing and sucking on any place you can find. pope always wakes up like this when he’s able to get a couple hours—just completely desperate for you.
he’s pawing at your shorts, whimpering because he wants them off. “andy, we can’t. smurf’s in the living room.”
pope huffs, rolls his eyes a bit, as he grabs your arm, dragging you out from under the warm comforter. “andrew! it’s freezing!” you whisper hiss, looking down and noting the fucking tent he’s got in his boxers. fuck you needed him bad.
he pulls you into the jack and jill bathroom, holding onto you as he reaches into the shower to turn it on to the highest temperature. facing you, he drops his boxers and you quickly follow, shedding your shorts and tank. it’s not even half a second until you’re on him, stumbling into the hot shower together. <3
he steps in first, the water soaking his auburn curls, your fingers tugging and running through them. he spins you around and cages you against the glass once the door is shut, running his cock up and down your ass. he loves looking at you like this, ass red from the hot water, skin blushed and face fogging the glass.
slipping his cock inside you, you arch your back, head resting a bit on his shoulder. he fucks you hard, causing your tits to move against the glass. <3333 he slaps the side of your ass hard, groaning into your neck, telling you how fucking pretty you are for him.
you love it when he fucks you here, because he’s always a bit louder, making sure you can hear him over the sound of the water. <333 “you like that? like how my cock is filling you? look at you—all wet and dumb for me.” you’re being so loud, brain soooo foggy—the only thing you can really make out is the sound of his hips slapping into your ass. <3
he cums inside of you, spinning you around to watch his cum leak out of you and into the drain. loves to take his fingers to shove some of it back into your pussy, causing you to moan softly, voice echoing in the bathroom. <33333
ALSO my flight was sooo long/whole travel day in general… i need a fucking massage! thank you for asking <33 i’m so sleepy so pls forgive me if this is shit lol