I Block Minors/Ageless Blogs

breakups are weird. you spend however long devoting yourself to a person and then one day that just stops. all of the talks, experiences, inside jokes? all gone. all for seemingly nothing. all because your heart fell harder than his.

it had been 6 months. not long by usual standards but long enough for your heart to feel safe around him. to skip a beat when you saw his name pop up on your phone next to those silly little emojis that you put there when you saved his contact. to wonder if this was actually the person you were going to build a future with. parts of his last message still ring in your head: “i care for you like a close friend, but i don’t love you” wrapped up in praises. saying that you deserved someone who was going to love you unapologetically.

“he’s a fucking loser,” schlatt’s voice comes through the phone as a fresh coat of tears soaks into your pillow. “just dropped that bomb and then disappeared? didn’t even try to fight for you?”

your head shakes as you sob quietly. you’d called schlatt after your ex had texted you, unsure of what to do. and of course, in true schlatt fashion, he tries to make you laugh. the two of you had known each other since the previous spring, having been introduced by your best friend.

“at least tell me his dick was small.” schlatt says. “was it an innie?”

that gets a laugh out of you. a soft, wet laugh that makes the pain in your chest ease ever so slightly. your face is still in the pillow, but the ache is lessening. after a beat, schlatt speaks again.

“i’m really sorry, doll,” he says gently. “you deserve so much better. he’s just a pussy who got scared when someone genuine came into his life. don’t let him ruin your peace just because he ran from something real.”

that makes you look up at your phone. schlatt’s eyes soften when you look at him, and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.” he says sweetly.

“it was average.” you say softly, voice gravely from sobbing so hard. “it wasn’t amazing but it also wasn’t bad.”

schlatt laughs at that. you don’t mention the fact that he never made you cum, or the fact that you still think about the way he manhandled you (with consent, obviously). you also don’t mention the way he made you whimper. none of that matters now, since he wasn’t ever going to do it again.

“what did i do wrong?” you ask softly. “why does everyone leave?”

schlatt’s heart breaks for you. you look so broken. but even in this state, he thinks that you’re beautiful. he doesn’t know much in regards to your relationship, but one thing that he does know is that he wants to beat this guy to a pulp for making you cry.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, toots,” he says gently. “you did everything right. sometimes people just aren’t ready to be loved.”

***

a week later, you’re over at schlatt’s house with your friend and a few other people. your friend had driven you to schlatt’s for a small get together, but it was mainly to get you out of the house. you’d been throwing yourself into work so you didn’t have to think about anything, but you figure one weekend couldn’t hurt. you hadn’t heard from your ex in a week, so you figure that everything is settled.

drinks flow and you find a spot on the couch when everyone decides to play smash. schlatt sits next to you, offering you a controller. you shake your head, sipping your drink.

“i’d rather watch,” you admit. “i’m not great at smash.”

“watch the master at work,” schlatt says with a wink. “i’ll show you everything you need to know.”

you roll your eyes. you’ve played occasionally, enough to know who you want to play as (kirby), but not nearly enough to consider yourself good at it. schlatt and charlie battle it out, and you watch as schlatt presses the buttons expertly on his controller. it might be the alcohol, or even the lack of sexual contact in over a month, but the way his fingers move makes that heat in your belly burn ever so slightly.

“you’re such a cheater!” charlie laughs as schlatt wins the second game in a row.

“you’re just saying that because you suck.” schlatt replies before turning to whisper to you. “he has no idea what donkey kong’s special move is.”

you giggle, mainly because schlatt cannot whisper at all when he’s drunk, but also because he’s just so close to you. no matter how long you’ve known him, and no matter how many times you’ve hung out, you still get butterflies whenever schlatt gives you attention. even more so now that he knows you’re single.

after the games end and everyone decides to begin to gather their things for bed, you find yourself in schlatt’s office, waiting to use his shower. when schlatt has people over, he always makes them stay the night if they drink. so everyone has their own place to sleep. ted sleeps on the couch, charlie sleeps on the futon, your friends sleep in the spare room, and tonight you sleep in schlatt’s office.

“hey toots,” schlatt smiles as he comes out of the bathroom. “sorry, i had to make sure everything was clean.”

“it’s okay,” you promise. “my brother leaves the bathroom a wreck every time he showers so nothing phases me.”

schlatt looks at you then. really looks at you. the alcohol still buzzes in his system, enough for him to know that asking what he’s about to ask is not the best idea, but he does it anyway.

“did your ex ever make you cum?”

the words hit you like a brick. you look up at schlatt, face heating up. he doesn’t look demanding. he looks curious. you figure there’s no harm in being honest, so you answer.

“no,” you reply. “the only time i came was when i was using my vibrator on myself while he lay next to me watching me.”

schlatt’s jaw works. “he never made you cum?” he asks. “is he stupid?”

you shrug.

“has anyone made you cum?”

you look up at schlatt again and shake your head. “only i have.”

schlatt takes a step forward, closer to you. goosebumps rise on your skin.

“did you make him cum?” he asks.

you nod. “a few times.” you say, trying to shut up but the words keep coming. “he took my virginity.”

schlatt makes a low sound in his throat. he takes another step toward you. you step back out of habit, only for your legs to hit the bed in schlatt’s office. your cheeks are on fire and you let out a soft gasp as schlatt steps even closer. his breath fans out over your lips.

“so what you’re telling me is,” schlatt pauses. “that nobody has ever given you an earth shattering orgasm?”

you shake your head, and you feel your clit twitch as schlatt lowers his head. his breath is at your ear now.

“you’ve never fallen apart against someone as they fuck into you?” he continues, lips gently brushing against the shell of your ear. “never been praised as you scream someone’s name?”

you shiver. “n-never.” you whisper.

“that’s such a shame,” schlatt replies, hands finding your waist. “i bet you sound so good when you cum.”

a whimper leaves your lips as schlatt pulls you closer, his hard cock pressing against your lower belly.

“i do.” you breathe. “i really do.”

“yeah?” schlatt teases. “you think we should find out just how good you sound?”

you nod. how could you not? you’re practically dripping into your panties at this point. you want nothing more than for schlatt to pin you to the bed and make you scream his name.

“you want that baby?” schlatt asks, a large hand reaching to cup your face. “you gotta use your words if you want me to fuck you.”

“please,” you breathe. “please fuck me. please make me cum. i need it.”

“you need it, huh?” schlatt asks, smirking at you. “tell me more about what you need, pretty girl.”

“need you to, uh…” you gasp as schlatt gently pushes you back to the bed, lips attaching to your neck. “oh god.”

“i didn’t tell you to stop,” schlatt smiles against your skin. “tell me exactly what you need.”

“need you to make me cum. touch me and finger me and bite me.” you beg, fisting the sheets. “fuck me until i can barely remember my own name. choke me.”

as you babble away, schlatt’s hand goes to your neck. you gasp as he squeezes gently.

“oh would you look at that,” schlatt smiles. “i have a cute little masochist on my hands, huh?”

you nod, the corners of your mouth quirking up as he squeezes harder. god, you love this. no thoughts about anything important. only being able to think about the pleasure that’s coming is what keeps you going.

“why don’t we get these clothes off, hm?” schlatt hums as his free hand goes up your shirt.

you slip your shirt off and schlatt wastes no time in groping your chest roughly. you moan as he pushes you down, lips going back to your skin. he kisses down your jaw to your neck, nipping at your collarbone. he goes all the way down your chest, down your stomach and to your waist.

“may i?” he asks. you nod.

“yes please.”

you press your hips up as schlatt gently pulls your pants down. you can feel the damp spot starting to form on your panties. schlatt gently brings his fingers between your legs, finding your clit with ease. you jolt as he presses against it, a startled moan leaving your lips. your hips move slightly as you ache for more.

“you’re soaked,” schlatt chuckles. “getting all wet from someone towering over you?”

you just moan in response as schlatt’s free hand goes to your thigh. his other hand is gently rubbing circles along the wet fabric of your panties. your skin feels like it’s on fire. all you can think about is how fucking good it all feels.

“i bet you taste amazing,” schlatt says softly, mainly to himself.

“you should find out.” the words leave your lips easily, but you surprise yourself.

schlatt looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “you better ask nicely,” he says.

“please,” you breathe. “taste me.”

schlatt pulls your panties down quickly, leaving them hanging off of your foot. he wastes no time before diving in. you gasp as his tongue spreads you open, harsh suckling on your clit. fingers gently slipping inside of you makes your back arch. nothing has ever felt like this before.

“oh my god!” you gasp. schlatt hums against you, sending electricity up your spine.

he pulls back, fingers still inside of you. “god, you’re so tight.” he sighs with a smile. “gonna have to stretch you out if i wanna fit my cock inside you.”

your cunt flutters over his fingers at the realization. schlatt smirks as he presses against the spot that makes you cry out. he leans over you, forehead pressed against yours.

“you wanna have my cock inside you?” he asks. you just nod.

“more than anything.” you plead.

schlatt’s fingers leave your pussy, and you almost whine about it. but not before schlatt gently slaps your cunt.

“turn around, ass up.” he orders.

you do as you’re told, because fuck if it isn’t hot as hell being bossed around. you watch as schlatt climbs onto the bed, cock already in hand. you nearly drool at the sight. it’s thick and leaking.

“ready baby?” schlatt asks. “i’ll go in slow.”

and he does. you feel every inch of his cock as it slides into you. it’s torture, really. you want nothing more than to be pressed into the mattress, crying out as schlatt makes you cum over and over. but you’ve also never been this full before. even when you use your dildo it isn’t as intense as it is right now. schlatt bottoms out, his heavy balls resting against your dripping cunt. you can barely take it anymore.

“please,” you beg. “fuck me. i need it.”

“you need it, huh?” schlatt asks, reaching down and yanking your hair. “tell me just how bad you need it.”

“i need it so fucking bad,” you moan. “i wanna cum on your cock. i wanna feel you pounding my pussy while i scream your name.”

schlatt’s surprised at the filthy mouth on you, but who is he to deny someone like you? he wants this just as bad as you. he’s held back with previous partners because he didn’t want to hurt them. but you? god, he wants to put you through the mattress.

“this is your only warning,” schlatt starts, leaning down and whispering in your ear. “i fuck hard.”

the way your pussy clenches on his cock is confirmation that you’re okay with it, but he needs to hear you say it. needs to hear you beg for it.

“words, whore.” he grits out, the restraint growing thinner. “tell me you need it.”

“i need you to fuck me. you won’t hurt me.” you reply. “fuck me as hard as you want, i can handle it.”

that’s all schlatt needs to hear. he pulls back just far enough for only the head of his cock to still be inside you before he rams back in. you gasp, eyes growing wide. your ex didn’t fuck you like this. frankly his cock didn’t even reach the places that schlatt’s is right now. schlatt fucks you hard and deep, with slow, deliberate thrusts. the head of his cock brushes against the spot that makes you see stars, and the fire in your belly sparks to life. if he keeps going like this, you won’t last.

“oh fuck,” you moan, burying your face in the pillow. it’s both too much and not enough.

schlatt reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing circles on it gently. you cry out, hips twitching. you’re barreling towards an orgasm. you think. you’ve never cum from being fucked before.

as schlatt fucks you, he sees your phone ringing. a facetime call. an evil thought crosses schlatt’s mind. if this dude thinks that he can just decide to be done with you on a random tuesday, he can do this. schlatt reaches over, accepting the call. his thrusts get angrier as who he assumes is your ex pops up on the screen. his eyes widen as he sees you getting fucked.

you scream out as your orgasm slams into you. your toes curl as you fist the sheets. you’re so lost in the pleasure that you’re drooling.

This is a redraw of an old piece from 2021, the style shift is so insane it looks like two separate people drew these