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This whole blogging thing is just for fun and I just wanted to start a new hobby out of boredom.
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I'm liking this boy in my class and its kinda frustrating. Well, he's cute and nice and funny, but we dont talk much and when we do? I feel so stupid, since I dont know HOW to talk to him. I haven't really had a crush since last September, I think. Well, not a REAL crush which didnt go away.
He makes me smile and I'm excited to see him. Its just so confusing. And I think he doesn't really like me back. Maybe I'm just not his type, he doesn't know me enough, or he just doesn't like me.
It's not like I could change his feelings in any way.
I want to respect that, if I'd ever try to make a move on him. Because at the end of the day; acceptance needs patience and being the bigger person and to accept the rejection (if it comes) is just a part of the life which we all share in this world.
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A/n: this idea is absolutely mouthwatering. Wrote this in my heavy fit of daddy issues so beware.
Regulus is bigger. Always has been, even since you met in the second year of Hogwarts, when mostly girls tended to be taller than boys due to physiological reasons - he still was a few centimeters taller. With years, those few centimeters turned into few decimeters and now, in your seventh year, Regulus is almost two heads taller than you, causing you a lot of neck pain because you have to crane your neck while speaking to him and visually dwarfing you just by standing next to you.
- That’s a good girl, taking me so well, - Regulus murmurs softly, hovering above you. His forearm is resting on a pillows next to your head, propping up most of his weight, his other hand is wrapped around the base of his cock as he sinks slowly inside of you, preventing it from slipping out of your slicked tightness.
You mewl at the praise and tight stretch of your walls - no matter how often you two have sex, first penetration is always hard for both of you. Your own arms are wrapped around Regulus’ lean torso, hands gliding up and down his sides, caressing soft skin there with gentle touches.
He’s not all the way in. He never is. Even when he reaches so impossibly deep within you, his pink cockhead pressed tight against your cervix, creating a bump on your tummy - there are always about 4 cm left, your pussy too small to take all of him in. But he never complains. In fact, Regulus loves it oh so much, just how tiny you are in comparison to him. How cute you look when you struggle to take three of his fingers inside, how fucked-our you look just when he buries his dick inside of your tight little pussy, not having fucked you yet. And even if he wants a stimulation of his full length - he can always shove his dick down your throat, sometimes he wonders who gets off more from it, considering how blissed-out you look when he fucks your mouth stupid.
- That’s it, nice and easy, - Regulus coos as he buries his cock deep inside of you, your inner walls flutter around his mighty girth, trying to accommodate his size. His now free hand rests next to your head too, fully caging your body underneath his bigger form.
Black gives you some time to adjust, staying still while his hot lips wander all over your face and neck, leaving butterfly kisses and whispering sweet nothings and confessions of love into your skin. He starts off slow, pulling out just a bit and then rolling his hips gently back into yours, eliciting sweet moans and whimpers escaping your kiss swollen lips. Regulus picks some speed eventually, setting a rhythmic pace, just how he knows you like it - not too fast, but deep and firm, hitting all your right spots with his cock.
You buck your hips against Regulus, trying to impale yourself impossibly deeper on him, but one his big hand grips your hip tightly, effectively stilling all of your movements.
- That’s all right, little girl, none of that. Just lay there prettily as I fuck you into the mattress, mkay? - Regulus drawls from above you, small smile lingering on his handsome face as his eyes study your blushing face closely.
You pout but agree nevertheless:
- Mkay, - you copy his words, relaxing in his arms, letting him do whatever he wanted to your body. Regulus’ smile widens into a sly grin as his hips resume their previous tempo, fucking you into your bed just like he promised.
Your hand comes to cradle his nape, his skin there is wet with sweat from the strain of how good he fucks you, soaking wet those cute little curls on the back of his head. You bring Regulus’ face down towards your own, your noses bump together with every deep thrust of his hips against yours, his obsidian eyes never leaving your teary ones. A high-pitched squeal escapes your lips with particularly firm roll of your boyfriend’s hips, your eyes flutter closed, Regulus’ name on your lips like a mantra.
- Look up at me while I fuck you, - Regulus rasps and you force your eyes open again, staring up at your boyfriend with immense adoration. His thick curls fall on his forehead, getting into his eyes as he tries to blow them out unsuccessfully, your hand reaches up to card through his silky locks, combing them back from his face. - That’s it, look at me while I make you feel good, that’s my pretty little princess. Rub your clit f’me, yeah?
Your heart picks up pace at his choice of words, you unravel one of your arms from around your lover’s neck, trembling hand makes it’s way down to where your bodies connect, finding your clit and circling it in skilled moves. Your pussy tightens deliciously at added stimulation, clenching around Regulus tightly, eliciting quiet ‘fuck’ mumbled under his breath from him.
- Reggie, gonna cum, - you utter breathlessly and your lips brush against his with every word, he just pecks you encouragingly.
- C’mon, cum on my cock. Be a good girl and make a mess for me.
You feel your stomach tighten and you chase the feeling desperately, nimble fingers rubbing on your clit faster and sloppier, feeling warmth surely growing within you. It took only a few more thrust to send you right over the edge, white-hot sensation surging through your veins, filling every cell of your body with euphoria.
Regulus never stops, fucking you right through your orgasm; black eyes don’t dare to leave your beautiful face, trying to carve every second of your pleasure into his memory. His hips still only when you start whimpering from overstimulation, staying buried snugly inside of you.
You look up at Regulus with teary unfocused eyes, realization that he didn’t cum with you starts to hit slowly. But his lips are on yours already, shutting you up with a reassuring kiss, not giving a chance to start rambling. Bumping his nose against yours affectionately, Regulus pulls out of you carefully, giving your thigh a playful squeeze.
- Roll over on your tummy, baby. Gotta be a good boyfriend and fuck my girl nice and good, don’t you think?
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“I’m not over you—I’ve just gotten better at pretending it doesn’t matter.”
I think to myself as I try to talk about it with my mom. Almost 9 months. The last time her and me talked about you was 9 months ago, when I sat in bed with her, crying like a baby because you werent. There anymore.
"There will be someone else"
My friend said to me a day after I got left alone. Where is that new person? I cant find them. And if I did, I would probably look for similarities in them with you, because I am not over you. 9 months ago I was so happy, so in love and didnt think it would be over this quickly.
The "new person" did not come yet. I tried to believe my mom, my sister, my friends and tried to move on. But nobody came. Fall passed, Halloween, Winter, Christmas, my 17th birthday, Spring came and I'm so nostalgic because one year ago I introduced you to my parents. One year ago, the world was spinning and everything had made sense.
I dont see that sense anymore.
On new Years eve, I tried to end our chapter, but I somehow couldnt close the book.
This sounds cheesy, like a 12 year old crying over her roblox boyfriend. But I was so serious about you, I just should've had the balls to act on it. I am so sorry for being too sad, too little, but also too much.
9 months are a long time. And I just wish that I could move on and finally be free, but the memories of us are holding me back like multiple pink chains or a shadow with a grin that cant get over you.
I'm grieving my first boyfriend as if he died, which is not true. He is alive, he is healthy, I'm sure he does well.
But we broke contact almost almost 9 months ago and it does not get better. It gets worse, if even. I saw him yesterday while on a party. And he talked to all kinds of people. Girls, guys, who cares?
I did.
Of course I stayed calm, since its not that big of a deal, right? It shouldn't be, it shouldn't bother me, it shouldn't make me almost cry.
I cried at home that night. I sobbed around 2 a.m, complaining to myself that I couldn't be a good girlfriend because I was shy and was terrible with giving gifts (which I still am.)
It does not get better and I am questioning my sanity because nobody new comes around.
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The end of dead poets society really makes my stomach drop every time I watch it, because I know what's going through my head recently. But seeing Neil's friends and Mister Keating so broken after he committed, just makes me want to weep and question my brain.
The raw pain they go through is something I wouldnt want to wish my friends and family.
Wanting to be successful is so weird, but what so you mean I'm 17 and crying about how I dont wanna leave my family, my friends and everybody who's important to me for a job, just to come home only during the weekends? I dont even know why but I'm getting emotional, even thinking about it.
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Bro it is genuinely not funny anymore. I had a dream about my ex boyfriend and now I really miss him.
We go to different schools now, so I dreamed that I switched schools to his, because I chose a different career. It was really weird and in my first class I tried to focus on my book and all, but then he sat down next to me and squeezed my hand???? Like bro?
We had a small conversation and talked about how we both didnt have our timetables. When class was over, we left the room and a blonde approached him, greeted him and kissed him. Bro.
I mean everyone has their right to choose for themselves who they want, but its not funny anymore.
And I know that if I ever have to talk to him in this state of mind, I'll probably sob right away.
I just noticed what a lazy person I am and its honestly not very good.
For starters, I'd like to adress, that this is not for attention or something 💀
For a little background information, I just wanna say that I have to write a class test tomorrow and I've been telling myself the whole short holidays (because of carnival) "I'll do it later," "oh, later" And now, you see I didnt even start.
Its just that the subject does not feel interesting enough and I just can't find myself working for it which is so draining in high-school.
And I know I gotta hustle because I wanna achieve my dream job of becoming a confectioner and I have to hustle because I gotta pass the year.