You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.
By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.
I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?
it's probably from assholes making asks a minefield of trolling/harassment for years with no real blocking ability, which turned people off from allowing asks on their blogs so as a whole the site moved away from it
but now that we do have better blocking, we should try to revive it.
You and Steve had been dating for a couple months, exploring each other and your likes and dislikes, both sexually and in general, getting used to each other and the dynamic you had agreed upon. You knew your place. You were his submissive and he was in charge. Always.
But, that was the way you liked it. It was a combination of all of the little things he did that really did it for you. For example, the way he sling his arm around your waist, his hand grazing your ass as the two of you walked. Or when you walked into a family video how his gaze would follow you as you walked towards him, and then he would proceed to hop the counter in a swift move. But, the thing you loved the most about Steve was how jealous he got. And just how he got quickly it happened.
You would make him jealous just for fun, so when you got home...
But one day you would push things too far, bringing out a side of Steve you had never seen before. You had flirted with Keith, of all people, while Steve had been in the back leaving his things in his locker for his next shift.
"It must be a tough job, handling all the whiny customers and their complaints all day, Keith, "you trailed off batting your doe-ish eyes at him. He smiled and chuckled nervously as you did.
Steve just happened to walk out in the middle of the fictitious scene, you truly had no interest in Keith but your plan was working out perfectly. You were sure to be absolutely disrespected, in the best way, once you were home. Just your intention.
Steve walked out with a confused look at first, until he cocked his head to the side realizing what you were doing, and he sighed deeply trying to keep his cool, before stalking towards you in haste and proceeding to grab you by the wrist with his free hand and drag you to the car.
"Unbelievable, you don't know when to keep your fucking mouth shut, do you? Absolutely unbelievable, Y/N, you had one fucking job. To wait at the counter quietly for me. And you couldn't even fucking do that could you?" He shouted loudly, deep down you enjoyed Steve when he was angry but this was different. You caught a glimpse of his brown eyes in the mirror but they seemed to have been glazed over black.
"Stevie, I was just-" you whined trying to sweetly smooth things over, before being cut off by Steve's hand. His signal for you to stop talking. You thought you better listen this time, and not push it any further. You folded your hands in your lap and sat quietly as the hum of the car increased, Steve's foot angrily pressed to the gas. Before you knew it you were back at his place, the small apartment he had bought after The Battle at Starcourt.
He halted the car in the driveway and ripped the keys from the ignition of his BMW 733i. He pressed his head to the wheel taking a few deep breaths, you were scared now. You knew what you did was wrong and you were going to pay for it, in ways you couldn't even imagine. This was a side of Steve not for the faint of heart.
He lifted his head from the wheel, and looked at you, your heart was racing,"go inside. In the bedroom. And wait. If i even feel like you moved, i'll spank you ten times. Got it?" he said in a deep dominating voice. You gulped a hard gulp, and could only manage a nodd of your head,"use your words." he commaneded.
"Yes, daddy."
So, you obediently did as he said you walked into the apartment with your things and waited for him on your shared bed, heart still pounding with fear of what would come next. Rubbing your hands nervously against the soft sheets to calm your nerves. It wasn't a scared sort of fear, it was an exhilarating, consuming, excited type of fear.
Steve entered the doorway with his belt in his hands, taking the leather from around his waist slowly, "Strip, princess, now".
You took your shirt from around your neck and slowly lifted it up, Steve walked over his hands dropping his belt to the floor as he dove into your jeans carefully undoing the loop of your jeans. Once your shirt was off he helped you out of your jeans slowly removing the fabric from the pool at your feet. God, was he hot but so silent. He stood brow furrowed and tight, breathing softly as his gaze grazed your body.
He stood up from his crouched position by your feet once you were standing solely in your bra and panties, lifting himself slowly. His hands moved to cradle your breast which fit just so perfectly in his large calloused hands. He moved to take the lace fabric within his fingertips, carefully pulling it down to reveal your nipples. He looked at you for a brief moment, before sitting you down on the bed. His move gravitated to your tits, the short amount of stubble along his chin graving your soft skin, his tongue swirling the sensitive nub.
"Oh, Stevie-" you were cut off. Steve took one of his hands to cover the moans escaping your mouth. His hand tightly gripped your face as he continued his assault on your left nipple. Occasionally his teeth would graze the soft flesh leading you to yelp, but loving every minute of it.
This version of Steve was gathering a pool between your legs, so much so, that you had to clench your legs together, but Steve noticed.
Gasping for air, Steve chuckled darkly, "Oh, so now you're trying to hide it..I already knew. Just goes to show how much of a slut you are for me. You didn't want Keith, you just wanted Daddy's attention, huh? You little whore.." he trailed continuing the same pattern on the opposite nipple. You shook your head furiously behind Steve's hand, denying every second of it knowing you messed up. He wasn't going to let you off easily.
He removed his hand from your mouth letting you catch your breath as he went to remove your bra completely, in one swift move, before turning his attention to your panties, "Steve I'm really sorry, I'm yours, you know that.." you trailed off but before you knew it he was positioning you on your back feet placed on his shoulders as he was crouched on the ground between your legs, pulling the soaked fabric to the side not bothering to take them off.
He starts to nip and lick at your sensitive clit, his fingers deep in your soaking hole. Your eyes are teary-eyed as his fingers pound your tight hole, in and out at a steady and fast pace. Secretly he loved how you got teary-eyed when it was too much, how you'd just mumble daddy over and over again under your breath as he tried to ignore it. For you were being punished, not rewarded. His fingers continued as his mouth moved to the flesh of your thigh leaving a honking deep bruised hickey on your pillowy thigh. You were a moaning mess not able to form a single sentence, lost in a trance.....
You didn't want Eddie to have such a chokehold on you. You didn't want to be slumped over at you desk fantasizing over the freshly graduated drug dealer. But you just got so damn high with him.. to the point you couldn't tell if it was the hash or if it was him. His alluring lashes, and oh his pale, long ringed fingers. And the things he'd do to you with them...
You were desperate... and home alone for the week. One could only rationalize that this was the only humane idea. Which lead you to where you were now, withering and whining beneath eddie. Fucking. Munson.
You were bare naked on the silky lavender sheets that covered you four post bed, you hands running, scratch that, tugging on his long brown locks as his skill full mouth licked and lapped over your sensitive pussy, stopping his precise and calculated movements every so often to close his lips around your puffy clit and suck, for minutes on end, torturing you, the fun way ofc.
"Daddy, please fuck me-" your sentence was cut off as he inserted two of his long ass fingers into your cunt, curling them. Hitting thar oh so special spot.
"No, I don't think you deserve it. Calling me so fucking late at night. You dirty fuckin slut," he groaned as he felt your pussy tighten around his fingers, hissing at the feeling. He stopped. Moving away from you completely, shoving your panties back up your legs from your ankles.
"Eddie? What's wrong?" You asked desperately concerned. Did you piss him off? Was he teasing you? What the hell is going through his mind right now?
"Y/N.. come here." He spoke sitting in your wooden desk chair he had since moved against the floral wallpaper covered wall. You obliged, moving slowly towards him..nervously.
"Dont be scared lamb, I just wanna try somethin" he motioned for you to come closer with his hand before patting his lap.
You came to him and sat strattling his legs your feet resting of the cross Bara of the chair. He pulled his hair behin his shoulder and pointed to his neck with two of his fingers,"mark daddy baby. Just like I did to you.." He trailed off. So many thoughts rambled in your head you had no idea where this was going. But the thought of him..made you cream.
You inhaled deeply before kissing his neck, licking, nipping and sucking forming dark circles of love up his throat. Soft groans escaped his full pink lips. You could feel his hands groping your pillowy tits that hung bare near his chest. His fingers closed harshly around your left nipple, making you moan into the flesh of his neck.
He laughed,"aw poor baby can't take it can she," his hands moved from your nipples to your hips, he began rocking your hips back and forth against the denim tent that covered his visible hard on, "up" He said smacking a hand onto your clothed ass. You quietly got up and waited for further instruction.
You admired the tall nerdy man, as he undid his belt and striped to his boxers, and soon enough even those were gone. Eddie pumped his leaking member a few times before taking his seat back.
"Eddie, please...been so good.." you whined moving closer to him again, placing a hand on both of his shoulders. A hand came up to grip your face forcing you closer to him.
"Huh? Who the fuck is eddie? What's my name doll?"
"Daddy."
"Good girl." He said with a light tap to your face.
You teased his tip against your cunt before gently sliding him into you, a gasp leaving your mouth. He stretched you out. You gripped his shoulders as you started bouncing up and down on his dick, your wetness making it easier to take. When you found a rhythm you let every explicit, nasty word and thought leave your mouth.
"So fucking good daddy, gonna make me cum all over you.." you huffed out. You heard eddies's breathing become more ragged the faster you moved.
"Fuck baby you take me so well" He moaned, slapping your cutesy round ass as a hand came to your hips forcibly moving you, rocking your sex to his.
He didn't have anywhere to put his other hand. SO, logically he cupped one of your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples while putting the other inside his mouth.
You could feel you were close, you didn't know how much longer you could hold it in.
"Daddy please let me cum, please I'm so closee" you begged on the sexy drug dealers hard cock, as rammed upward into you tight pussy, that clenched around his needy member.
"Me too baby, let it happen" He responded, breaking his lips grip around your other nipple, he sounded exhausted, you felt him twitch inside you. His pace quickened inside you. Your moans becoming louder and the chair rocking harder against the wall.
Keeping your pace, it only took a few more pumps to send you over the edge. "Fuck!" you screamed as you reached your climax, as he grunted his hips bucked finishing inside you.
You took a minute to xatch your breath falling forward resting your head on his shoulder. His calloused hand rubbing circles on your back, even still when you leaned up.
"Same time next week?" you asked with a dopy grin, reaching for the pre-roll and lighter that had since been left all alone on the desk to your left.
"Only if I get to take you on a date first" he responded moving your hair behind your ear.
"Fine" you huffed playfully, you leaned in giving him a quick peck on the lips, still naked, and flicking the lighter, taking a nice huff before passing it to Munson.
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