January - Blog Posts
Meet finnley
Entity:embodiment of January
fav thing:helping people, singing calm and relaxing music,knitting and crocheting
Occ: helps putting people on edge to enjoy the col weather
Att:calm,quiet,sweet and a bit mischievous when playful
The tragedy of being an artist is having to withhold a thousand souls in one body,
escaping only to conquer or to be doomed...
Such keen observers, how reticent to the naked eye,
yet, overwhelmingly exposed, aggressively honest, spatially present,
as if to mock oneself...
How January of a month to birth a poet in me ~
- Astha, "I should've painted my face blue", 18.01.2022
10/01/2022: HOW DARE YOU??? i read this in the morning, went to the dentist, had lunch, went to work, came back home and the entire day was just a BLUR because all that i could think about was THIS!!! 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 favorite parts are below the cut, you are a menace!!! (ily)
“you’d never once had the desire to call a partner that before in bed - ever. but with bradley it just fit.” your characterization is always on point, it always makes sense and i love you for it, jordan!!! i personally don’t always like when people overuse daddy (it just doesn’t do it for me) BUT AGAIN, with bradley it just fits it works you are always correct and i have died from this!!!
“but something you probably should have brought up at another time. like when all seven and a half inches of your fiancé’s dick wasn’t inside you.” STOPPPPP
“please,” you said into his neck, but bradley grabbed your chin so you were looking into his eyes.” GRABBED HER CHINNNNNNNNNNN
“‘atta girl…” DO NOT DO THIS TO ME THIS IS TOO MUCH
“‘s all you, kid. come on,” he groaned.” i have died.
“daddy, huh?” he said after a moment.
you sighed and pulled back to look at him, knowing you were in for some teasing, but still more than willing to give it just as good.
“don’t get used to it, bubs.”
(but he would. and he did.)” BUT HE WOULD AND HE DID 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡 their banter will forever be unmatched!!! best people ever!!!
Jordan!! Share the thoughts!!!! We all are having the same ones!!! Especially since we talked about spanking!!! I seriously need to get laid or find the charger to my vibrator I’m going insane™
the aforementioned spanking will have to wait until later because i can’t quite think of how to incorporate it into their storyline yet (what can i say he’s a Giver in the next two things i’m gonna post), but here’s some good old fashioned daddy shit and cockwarming to hopefully wet your whistle (why did i say it like that?)
OR the first time you call bradley daddy (18+)
the first time it happened was an accident.
well, maybe not an accident, per se. you had thought it plenty of times since you’d been dating bradley and even more since you’d gotten engaged.
but you’d never said it. or at least not to him.
daddy. daddy. daddy.
you’d never once had the desire to call a partner that before in bed - ever. but with bradley it just fit.
and so one night, you had been a little tired from the edible you’d taken earlier (obviously bradley had to refrain) and buzzed from the champagne you were convinced you needed, and your inhibitions had been lowered - drastically. but the ironic thing was, you hadn’t been doing anything out of the ordinary. it wasn’t a scene or anything like that.
no. you were just sitting on his lap, chest to chest, as you warmed his cock after going another round earlier in the evening.
and again, you were a little tired from the edible and the champagne and your head was resting on his shoulder at the perfect angle for you to press little kisses across his cheeks and neck. so when you’d kissed the pretty little scar on his shoulder, he’d shuddered and shifted and you had let out a pitiful whimper. god, you felt so good. he always made you feel so good.
“feel so full, daddy.” you sounded wanton - you barely even recognized your own voice - you sounded tired, young, bratty.
daddy. daddy. daddy.
and then bradley tensed.
and then bradley dug his fingers into your hips.
and then bradley slightly pulled you off his cock.
and then bradley settled you back on his cock, deeper this time.
and then bradley groaned.
and then bradley said: “what was that again, sweetheart?”
you whimpered and couldn’t help but clench your pussy around his cock. embarrassed, you burrowed your face into his neck, knowing even on the cloud you were floating on that you had said something wrong. well, maybe not wrong. but something you probably should have brought up at another time. like when all seven and a half inches of your fiancé’s dick wasn’t inside you.
“daddy…” you whispered, except it came out needier than you would have liked.
bradley groaned and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. “you want more of daddy’s cock?”
“please,” you said into his neck, but bradley grabbed your chin so you were looking into his eyes.
he slipped his thumb into your mouth and you sucked on the tip. his fingers were still sticky from when they’d been inside you a few minutes ago and you felt warm at the thought of tasting yourself.
“you’re gonna have to work for it then…”
you nodded, eagerly. anything. you’d do anything for bradley - for daddy.
daddy. daddy. daddy.
bradley slapped your ass with his other hand and you moaned around his thumb. the action shot a hot wave of arousal straight to your throbbing core. god, you hadn’t even started moving and you already felt so full.
“come on, be a good girl and bounce on daddy’s cock.”
he was loving this, you could tell. if not from his physical reaction then from the cocky tone of his voice and the pleased smile on his face. but a breathier, sluttier voice at the back of your mind kept drowning the rational voice out and could only focus on one word.
daddy. daddy. daddy.
daddy wanted you to bounce on his cock. daddy wanted you to work for it. daddy wanted you to be a good girl.
you started off with slow, languid thrusts of your hips, gradually becoming deeper knowing that was the way bradley liked it - the way daddy liked it. his thumb slipped out of your mouth and then he drifted his hand down your body to play with your breasts. they were desperate for some attention and you jutted them out towards him. they were full and heavy and so sensitive and you let out a whimper as he pinched a nipple.
“‘atta girl…”
the obscene sound of the two of you fucked up against each other filled the room. you were so wet and turned on it was almost pathetic. granted, you still had bradley’s cum inside you from when you had fucked earlier. but god - it was so delicious. you could cum from the sound alone.
daddy. daddy. daddy.
as if reading your thoughts, bradley glanced down to where the two of you were connected and clicked his tongue. “fuck, ain’t that pretty?”
you nodded multiple times in quick succession. god, you were so close. so fucking close.
“harder, daddy, please.”
his hands snaked down to your hips and settled the two of you in a bruising pace and you swore you saw stars again for the second time that night. knowing you were close, bradley brought his hand down to where the two of you were connected and rubbed your clit. his middle and index finger played with the nub and you felt a pull in your stomach.
you arched your back and let out a moan, which he swallowed with his mouth. you both let out desperate gasps and grunts against each other’s mouths as you tried to see who would come first.
“‘s all you, kid. come on,” he groaned.
with a final cry, you came and bradley spent himself inside you soon after. you collapsed against his chest, utterly spent from the multiple times you had already cum that evening. god, you were so overstimulated. your entire body was wrought and warm and yet you still wanted to be closer to bradley. you peppered kisses along his jawline in between catching your breath.
“daddy, huh?” he said after a moment.
you sighed and pulled back to look at him, knowing you were in for some teasing, but still more than willing to give it just as good.
“don’t get used to it, bubs.”
(but he would. and he did.)
i wish i could feel the same way i felt when i read this for the first time. one of my absolute favorite pieces of writing ever. i think about it all the time.
COMPLETED (2/2)
Part One: “Devils Roll The Dice”
JJ and Y/N‘s friendship has been different since they secretly started hooking up. With new feelings stirred up by the recent change in their relationship, Y/N avoids JJ until the Pogues gather them together for a Fourth of July party that can only end in chaos.
Warnings: Implied sexual content, strong language, alcohol consumption, angst, implied physical abuse, and mild violence.
Word Count: 17k
Part Two: “Angels Roll Their Eyes”
Hurricane Agatha approaches Kildare Island during the aftermath of the eventful Fourth of July party. JJ and Y/N are determined to continue avoiding each other after what happened at the party, but John B, Kiara, and Pope have other plans for them.
Warnings: Smut, strong language, angst, implied physical abuse, depictions of anxiety/panic attacks, and sickeningly sweet fluff.
Word Count: 24k
(gif: @jackpearcsn)
Fuzzy's January 2025
I listened to three audiobooks this month, which is two more than I usually do. I also read academic books, articles and more, as well as blogs, stories and news online. This has brought a lot of amazing ideas and concepts to my mind and inspired me to write and blog more. It has also made me feel anxious, but the latter is more due to the current state of the world. It's been a January, you know.
“i feel so sad. i feel so abandoned. i feel very alone”“we’re all alone, reva.”
-my year of rest & relaxation
