#..hello! hope this is an ok starter

[criimsoncloud]

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Crunch.

V turned his head, the tip of his cane sliding neatly into the skull of a demon - a mere Hell Pride who had slipped the barriers between the realms. It was a single demon, a stray far from its pack, and V had parted from the foreign crowd with intent to deal with it before anyone else noticed. After all, though it may be one of the less powerful demons, it was surely enough to sow chaos in the streets. And where there was one, there was bound to be more.

That, and he could feel that he needed a little pick me up.

The demon turned to ash in a split second, glowing a soft lavender before disappearing. Observant eyes would see the glow slowly draw into the cane - and those with greater observation would see the faint tendrils of power trail up the cane and into the seemingly human’s hands.

“Pardon me,” V began, casual and seemingly unconcerned, addressing the new comer. “Unless you have much business here, I would suggest leaving.”

[vesselmade-a]

“    you   can   drop   the   act.   ”   words  spoken  so  simple  yet  slicing  through  the  tension  in  the  room.  itadori  wasn’t  much  for  pleasantries  these  days.  especially  not  from  someone  he  thought  to  have  questionable  intentions.  trusting  people  was  harder  for  him  after  everything  that’s  happened  ,  anyone  could  be  out  to  get  you  it  seemed.  though  he  certainly  couldn’t  deal  with  someone  who  held  a  fake  smile  and  false  emotions. perhaps  he’d  rather  @divinezenin  be  upfront  with  him  instead. “   you’re  not  fooling  anyone. ” 

[prodigiousvisions]

Fontaine had its fair share of events of splendor and extravagance from within the walls of the Opera Epiclese. But when it came to something a bit more intimate in its inherent romance, Navia couldn't help but find that there was a limitation to what Fontaine could provide without attempting to dazzle and dress up the occasion in glamor. It goes without saying that due to this, the Soaring Yellow Rose had an inclination to visit the land draped in the wind, eventually finding herself leisurely strolling and taking in the festivities provided by the Windblume Festival with a held umbrella in tow.

"From my understanding of my own research, the Windblume Festival has many different means of celebration." Navia relays her curiosity to another festival goer, this time with someone who was certainly more familiar with the ways of Mondstadt than a foreigner like her would be. "But as the festival draws toward an end the star offers their own Windblume to this statue of this land's archon. Is that correct?"

After confirming the information she had studied before arriving at the windward land, she smiles before asking her next question. "It's a very beautiful custom. As a local, I must ask: in your opinion, what do you personally think is most representative of a Windblume?"

starter call ━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡ | navia - kaeya | @mercyburned

[ofdualism]

@rottingpath - starter

"Ugh." The groan left him as he walked into the hideout. His hand lifted to pull his hood off of his head as he shut the door behind him. The look of annoyance on his face, his hand moving to his neck to scratch at it.

Red hues looked around, it was abnormally quiet. He walked further in, still digging his nails into his flesh as he looked around. Coming to a stop once his eyes landed on Spinner. His scratching halting for a moment as he just stared at the other for a good solid minute.

"Where the hell is everyone?" He finally asked. "And secondly, what are you doing?"

[rejectedownroyalty]

👑    it just so happened that she stumbled upon something spectacular! Hands are clasped together and she cannot help but contain her excitement. She was surely trespassing , just passing through but -- 

         “   That was amazing!  “ she would say , louder than she intended , obviously disrupting whatever was going on. 

@rcngcr​

[3katanas]

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The old guy hadn't been kidding when he said that a shit tone of pirates were currently in Sabaody, though he guessed it made sense if this was the last place everyone would gather before finding a way below the sea to Fishman Island. The redline was a real pain in the ass....as was finding a bar apparently.

Honestly there should be one around here.

Rounding a corner he paused, gaze flicking over the street before it unintentionally locked with someone else's. Someone who happened to be standing pretty much beside him. It was their eyes that had him pausing for a moment, started slightly by the pure whiteness of them for a moment before asking simply. "Know where the bar is?"

[thefixer]

  ...    starter call , @mafiaheiress // no longer accepting .  mia wasn't one to judge a book by its cover .  sure the person might weird her out a bit but ,  she's never judgemental  (  in all honesty ...  how could she be ?  with the life she's lived and the things she has done .  )  while despite she's got the nagging feeling ,  she doesn't feel any sort of negative way towards isabella .  didn't really know the woman enough to have some opnion of her in the first place .  isabella simply ...  was .  a figure of her father's empire and one of his many worker bees .  the fixer never met anyone in a place that was familiar .  never somewhere close at home ,  far enough away that it's easy to fade into the crowd of people .  mia has been around and met some of the worlds most wanted men and women .  she's sat across from or sitting in close proximity to someone who was dangerous .  safety wasn't an issue when it came to building trust .

in the darkness that makes up this criminal underworld ,  it is mia who has lit a torch to navigate the pathways .  like the luciano family ,  one of the many mafia families in new york city .  mia was among the few individuals who were well known .  her name :  the fixer ,  either a curse or a blessing upon people's lips .  she's not just good at what she does ...  she's god damn great at it  (  and this is what makes her well known and feared .  not just among the petty criminal ,  but by the men who are feared too .

" your old man wants to make a deal with me ? "  is this whole thing a job proposal ?  mia agreed to this little meeting between the daughter of a don ,  was partly due to respect .  yes ,  yes ━━━━  the fixer was a wild card and an attempt at fate .  she doesn't show blind loyalty and no fealty to one group or person or another .  after all the whole pre - screening with petra who meets with all potential clients beforehand ,  even before there's an agreement and a set date.   but respect is a basic right ...  everyone deserves it at first until they fuck up .  which sometimes ,  they inevitably do .  mia's eyes squint as she brushes her thumbnail against her bottom lip .  as if she's contemplating for a few seconds ,  before taking her drink in hand and bringing it up to her lips .  " if that's so then why isn't he here ? "

[taylormarieee]

~Entranced~ sam winchester

Summary: You were a belly dancer and a singer, when Sam and Dean had to investigate you because your sister had gone missing, he couldn’t help but be entranced by you. In other words, he couldn’t help but want to get into your pants…

Word Count: 3.4k (wowzers)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x WOC!bellydancer

Warnings: porn with plot, long ass story line, obsessed sam, wingman dean, enticing reader, mentions of death and demons, typical supernatural tingz, smut, sexual tension, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, pretty lady, etc.) pussy whipped sam, sam drunk off readers love, reader is in love with sam, creampie, oral (male and fem receiving), cowgirl, use of 18+ language, MDNI!!!! enjoy cuz he's been on my mind for a long time.

A/N: ok hey guyyssss! I’ve been fantasizing about Sam ALOT lately like specifically season 2 Sammy so enjoy this smutty whoretastic slutty ass fic because I was indeed ovulating🙏🏽😭😁

*thump thump thump*

you smile as your body and hips move to the rhythm of the song. you were dancing and singing your heart out. mostly getting hollered at and whistled at along with a string of cheers. you laugh and smile as you move to the beat.

all of a sudden you feel yourself being watched. yes, that sounded stupid as there were hundreds of people watching you but these certain pair of eyes were burning. you could feel it.

you look around and walk all over the stage and that's when you see him. a man in a black suit along with another hot guy staring the same lust full daggers your way as everyone else.

but the other one, his hair was long and such a luscious brown. his eyes held one of admiration, as if you were admiring the mona lisa at an art gallery.

you liked him. he was cute, sexy even and that you certainly couldn't deny. when you got done with your performance you asked one of the security guards if they could kindly bring the two boys over to you backstage.

"hello boys, anything I can help you with?" you ask as you wipe off some sweat from your face.

"how'd you know we needed help?" the shorter one asked with a smirk on his face as he steps closer to you.

"well for starters, your both dressed in suits, sat in the back of the club all mysteriously, staring daggers right at me and shall I go on?" you list with a smile on your face.

you shift your weight from one foot to the other as you glance between the two of them.

the both of them look at each other and then chuckle. "guess you got us there" the taller one states with his charming smile.

"what are your names again? and who do you work for?" you asked as you sat down gesturing them to sit as well.

"oh I'm detective roadkill and this is detective showers." dean speaks out with a smirk.

"were FBI." he says as your face scrunches up into one of concern and confusion.

"why would FBI agents show up at our little club, no ones done anything wrong I hope, one of the main reasons we have security." you say with a dry chuckle.

"no no, not at all, uhm were looking in to the disappearance of your sister melisa?" sam asks.

"I-I don't feel like talking about it. she's not gone, she's dead." you say with tears prickling in your eyes.

"how would you possibly know that? police never found a body." dean says.

"exactly, main reason why I don't believe she disappeared or it was some freak kidnapping. even if she was kidnapped, she's been gone for 3 weeks, what are the possible chances she is alive? hm?" you say pacing and throwing your hands about.

"I know she's dead. I can feel it. It's a sibling thing, you two wouldn't understand." you explain.

"oh trust me, I get it. see I have this brother. means the world to me and yea he can be a real pain in the ass sometimes." he says with a chuckle which causes you to giggle too.

"I love him regardless because no matter how much we argue, I know he means well and just wants to protect me." sam finishes.

dean looks at him and you hum. they really thought you were stupid. you knew who they were, you just hated how these hotties could lie to you.

"sam, dean. this was a really fun talk but I don't know where my sister is." you say smirking at them with their confused faces facing you in return.

"H-How did you-"

"how did I know? oh it's pretty obvious, see word gets around that some fbi agents are asking around for my sister and then I find out you two are hunters? yea I am one of the ones that knows what's going on around here. what really goes bump in the night. what really lurks in the shadows when your not paying attention. my dad was a hunter, just like you guys. just like your dad." you say circling them as you go to pour them a drink.

"wow, that was-" sam starts.

"smart? impressive? amazingly cool?" you ask handing them the drinks.

"I was going to say hot. That was really hot but you know, those words work too." he says chuckling.

"aww thanks sam, I really appreciate it." you respond as you take a sip of your whiskey.

"ok seriously, we wanna help you. If you really know what's going on then maybe we can still save other people including your sister." sam states.

"now did you smell any sulfur in her house or maybe saw black smoke or maybe she was acting aggressive and erratically before her disappearance?" dean asks scooting up in his seat more.

"uhm not that I can recall. she was normal. my sister was a kind soul, she would never even hurt a damn fly. I mean the first week of her disappearance I thought it was her douchebag of a boyfriend. ex-boyfriend i should say, that ungrateful son of a bitch." you say with spite.

"oh so was he a suspect?" dean asks.

"ofc he was! He was the main suspect, but it was also stupid for the cops to think I would kill my own sister, like that's insanity." you argue.

"alright so, if it's not ghost or demonic possession..." dean starts.

"then what the hell is it?" sam asks. all of you shrug and sit in silence for a second.

"hey I got a question for you." dean asks you. you look up at him and nod with a hum.

"you think sammy could stay with you tonight?" dean asks. your eyes widen and sam turns to dean with a incredulous look.

"no it's fine." he turns to you and says. "I don't understand why I can't just stay at the motel dean, what the hell are you doing?" he whisper-yells to dean.

"you've been making googly eyes all freakin' night, just stop stressin' and get laid. trust me you need it. your veins popping out." he says as he clears his throat.

"so, can he? It would be really appreciated, see I have stuff to do and I don't want him to be in there alone, so maybe he can keep you company? plus we have no clue if whatever this thing is an M.O. and might come after you too." dean convincingly explains which persuades you to say...

"yea sure dean, sam it's ok. I'm cool with it, you can stay with me, i've got a cozy house." you say with a smile.

"plus I gotta get up outta here anyway, shall we?" you ask swaying your hips as you walk towards the door and walk out leading sam and dean out the back.

they watch your ass and hips sway and that beautiful little outfit you belly dancers always wore. sam couldn't keep it in anymore, he was entranced. obsessed. lured in like a moth drawn to a flame.

"here take m-my jacket. you must be cold." sam offers. you smile and accept it with a thank you, after all you were wearing a bra like top that covered little.

your hand brushed his for a mere second and it felt like electricity surged through you both.

you slide your arms through the sleeves of his jacket as you walk towards your car. your keys jingling in the process as they dangle from your hip.

you unlock the car and prop yourself in the drivers seat as same props himself in the passengers seat.

"oooo it really is cold out, thanks again for the jacket sam, don't know what I would do without you." you seductively say, without the intention of trying to be seductive but thankful instead.

"yea n-no problem. just me being me." he says as you start the engine turning up the A/C and backing out the parking lot.

sam looks out the window and notices dean in the impala with two thumbs up and a smirk on his face to which he rolls his eyes at and begs to god you don't see deans childish acts.

~ TRENTON, NEW JERSEY, 2007, 10:26PM @ YOUR HOUSE~

"get cozy, looks like your going to be here for a while." you say with a smile, shrugging off his jacket to place on the coat rack.

he takes off his shoes and makes his way immediately towards your fireplace and your couch.

you watch him trudge over there and sit down his tall lean figure finally shrinking just a bit but when he sits back up his broad shoulders are back on display.

‘god what was wrong with you.’ you thought, you just couldn’t get him out of your head.

but luckily the same goes for him because you racked his brain since the moment his eyes laid a glance at your face.

you were so enticing and enchanting, of course a guy like sam couldn’t resist, he was whipped for you so badly and you didn’t even know it.

“are you hungry sammy? can i even call you sammy or is that a you and dean thing?” you ask bringing over a bowl of grapes and some wine for you and a beer for him.

“you can call me whatever you want- i-i mean yea! you can call me sammy i don’t mind.” he stutters out nervously

you him again and take a sip of the wine straight from the bottle. sam watched as your plump and glossy lips wrap around the top of the bottle wishing it was his dick instead.

he gulps as he watches your throat bob up and down as you swallow the wine.

he quickly takes a swig of his beer and you watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. you watched as he wraps his lips around the beer bottles top wishing it was your clit.

the tension in the room was clearly escalating just a tiny bit. 'was it just you or is it hot in here.' you thought.

you take another sip of the wine and tuck your legs under one another as if in a criss-cross motion.

"so, what do you wanna do now? dean said he won't be back for a couple of hours." sam asks.

"honestly I usually shower and go right to bed after long nights like these, but I wasn't exactly expecting company so i'm stumped here." you say with a slight chuckle.

"yea sorry to be such a burden." sam says with a playful roll of his eyes. you scoff not seeing his eye roll and take his statement the wrong way.

"look i never said you were a burden, i'm just confused on how to entertain a fucking hunter sam." you speak with slight aggression in your tone.

"look, i was just joking with you. If you took my statement the wrong way i'm sorry. I'll totally leave." he says getting up to go grab his jacket.

'n-no sammy wait. I-fuck. I didn't mean that, i'm sorry. It's just been a really long day and I'm just stumped ok, please stay?" you apologize.

"ok, if you want to go take a shower and rest that's fine by me, i'll stay.' he says standing quite dangerously close to you.

you inhale his scent for a second, his scent bringing you comfort and warmth. you don't even realized you closed a few inches in the gap between you two.

"w-what are you doing?" sam asks. his hands stuck at his side just itching to touch you. you take note of it.

"do you wanna touch me sammy?" you asks seductively. you glide your hand up and down his chest as you stare up at him with your seductive eyes.

"w-what?" he stutters out nervously. he gulps as your hand goes lower and lower.

"I said, do you want to touch me sam." you repeat your previous question. "I know you want to, your hands are twitching." you say smugly.

"fuck, uhm yea. I do, very badly." he says as he moves his hands to grab your waist. you moan at the warmth of his hands on your body.

"I know you wanna kiss me." you whisper in his ear. your on your tiptoes as sam is much taller than you.

you grab his belt to pull him closer and that was his breaking point. his lips are immediately on yours in a feverish and desperate pent up kiss.

you both fumble with his belt and trip over each others feet. you both eventually fall to the floor letting out a fit of giggles and laughs at your clumsy shenanigans.

"fuck, your so gorgeous you know that?" sam compliments. you smile and kiss him again.

"and your so handsome, thank god your parents got together." you say with a grin as you unclip your bra.

he unbuttoned his nicely pressed shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants.

your both crawling towards the couch now, sam ripping off the cushions and you taking off the rest of your outfit leaving you in your underwear only.

pretty black laced panties to match your outfit. his eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of you. your body was gorgeous. everything about you was gorgeous, your personality as well.

"god damn your beautiful." he whispers as he sinks into the couch and you climb on top of him.

"thank you sammy. can you please fuck me now." you ask.

with a primal like growl, sam rolls you over so he's now on top of you. "oh sweetheart, gotta prep you first. don't think you can take big ole me by yourself now can you?" he teases as he kissed down your body.

after an agonizingly long trip downwards, his lips finally coming in contact with the place you've been wanting him most all night.

his warm breath hits your soaking entrance and his skilfully long tongue teases your clit.

"f-fuck sammy, pleasee-ngh- please just fuck me I'll be a good girl for you p-please." you beg as you feel one finger slot itself inside of you.

you moan out at the feeling. the feeling of pain and pleasure combined as he stretches you out. 'fuck you haven't felt this good since your last boyfriend.' you thought.

your brain was soonly erased by the feeling of sam's second finger entering your dripping hole. his lips whispering dirty things into your cunt as he licks and slurps your cunt.

you tug on his hair and cry out his name, how can someone fingers and tongue work so skillfully together at the same time.

"yes sam! right fucking there, fuck fuck fuck-ngh-ugh! yea yea, holy shit daddy!" you scream out.

he moans into your cunt at hearing you call him daddy. you were a lot younger than him, he was 5 years older than you. he loved this dominance he had over you, but he became feral whenever you tugged his hair.

desperate to get off as he ruts himself against the couch. a feeling of ecstacy washing over you and determination washing over sam. he was going to make you cum and then he was gonna rearrange your guts like never before.

your walla clench and tighten around him and he groans at how rough your tugging on his lucious brown locks. your crying his name out like a prayer over and over again.

you moan one last time before silently letting out a scream as you convulse and shake as your orgasm floods your entire body.

"oohhhh fuckkk!" you moan out as your orgasmic feeling washes away intensely.

"was I good baby?'" sam asks curiously. his lips stained with your arousal and essence. you grab his face pulling him closer to you as you kiss him sloppily getting a taste of yourself off of his tongue.

"you did amazing baby, now lemme help you. looks painful." you suggest staring at his rock hard boner through his boxers.

a wet patch on the front from his precum and getting himself all worked up.

you let him sit on the couch normally and tug his boxers down slowly. he whines when the refreshing air hits his tip.

his tip is a pretty color, a nice hue of pink. ready... waiting to be sucked and fucked on.

you lick the precum around his tip and on his shaft. you engulf his tip in your mouth wanting to get more of a taste and he moans. he watches your pretty lips engulf him and swallow him whole.

he holds the back of your head pushing you down further and getting lost in the haze of lust. he moans out your name a little louder each time you gag around him.

your throat was so wet and so warm. your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. you mascara surrounding the under parts of your eyes as tears stream down your face in slow motion.

your head bobs faster and faster, you gagging each time but you didn't care you wanted to taste his cum inside your mouth, you wanted it so deep down your throat that you wouldn't stop until he was crying.

you wanted sam winchester and sam winchester wanted you.

he pushes you off him quickly when he feels his release approaching.

"no no wait i'm gonna cum! I don't wanna cum like this, I want it inside you. wanna creampie you and give y-you babies." he whines out.

you smirk and kiss him softly, "ok sam. gimme all your babies, come inside me like a good little boy hmm?" you asks seductively as you push sweaty strands of hair out of his pretty face.

you climb back on top of him and sink slowly down on to him. you cry out a bit at the pain of the stretch, he really was a big boy.

"he whines and the grip on your waist tightens. you moan and feel his cock slowly piercing you more and more and the feeling of pain easily subsides once he's in you all the way.

"I'm going to start moving now ok sam?" you confirm and he nods with a hazy smile.

he's drunk of you. eyes and mind entranced by you. filled with you. he's literally inside you. he's encompassed by you, your smell, your words. everything.

sam winchester is a simp for you and there's nothing that could change his mind.

your bounces start off slow and then they rapidly speed up in pace. your both moaning and groaning, incapable of holding them in any longer.

you needed to hear him as he needed to hear you. he honeslt ydidn't think hearing you moan could get him any more harder but it did.

you were both close now, on to your second orgasm of the night while trying to get him off on his first.

"sammy I-fuck-ngh. I love you so much sam, please give me your babies please!" you scream out as you gush all over his cock. "come on cum in me please!" you scream out.

sam groans as his climax hits him like a wave, he explodes. loads and loads of semen just squirting inside you. you sigh a sigh of happiness and content.

he was filled to the brim with cum and it was just never ending. he stays inside you for a bit, slowly but weakly thrusting up into you to keep his cum inside you.

your both panting and out of breath. he smiles and you do to giving him a long and passionate kiss.

"hey." you say with a giggle

"hey beautiful." he says chuckling.

"wanna go upstairs with me to you know, rinse the night off?" you asks with a smile as you slowly slip off his cock, hissing as you do so.

before sam can even respond your losing your balance causing you to fall over. you grab onto the fireplace mantle for stability as sam gets up to help you.

he grabs on to your waist and holds you there before smirking and picking you up bridal style.

"let's go get that shower huh? and then you are going to bed pretty lady." he says with a smirk.

your face is flushed even more than before and your flustered before wrapping your arms around his neck and snuggling into his embrace.

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A/N: Sorry to all the people who were in my taglist box and i never tagged you in my latest works, i'm so sorry i forgot to check it, I hope you all and others enjoy this one!

[starryskyzx]

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰!𝘀𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝘅, 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗼, 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳, 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝘀𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝗳 ☠️.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗲𝘁𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟲𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱! 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀 <𝟯. 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 🌚.

Your boyfriend had just dumped you after getting into a fight with your ex, Geto, at a party, claiming that you two obviously still had something going on despite you guys having been broken up for months.

You attempted to explain the numerous reasons as to why this wasn’t true, one excuse being Geto was already in a new relationship, the other being that you two don’t even get along anymore. However, your now ex boyfriend wasn’t buying it considering that there was no other explanation as to why Geto drunkenly snuck him of all people.

You watched your boyfriend toss himself into the car, plotting in the back of your head, coming up with how the hell you were gonna get back at Geto for putting his hands on your boyfriend. The tires screeched as he sped off, leaving you standing there alone at this party with nothing but your frenzied thoughts.

Judging by the sounds coming from inside the house, it sounded as if the party had started back up. You took a deep breath and thought to yourself for a moment, bouncing between the idea of just getting in your car and going home or going back inside to find Geto. Before your brain could attest against it, your body began to walk back towards the party, however your plan wasn’t to dance and get drunk, but to give Geto a piece of your mind.

Stumbling into the house, you pushed through the crowd and followed the direction you saw Geto headed in before you began chasing after your boyfriend. There he stood in an empty hallway, looking into the mirror and the blood dripping from his nose. “Fuck” he muttered, taking his thumb, leaving a red smear on his top lip.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” you yelled, immediately pressing him with hostility. “There’s my girl. No hey? Hello?”

You pushed his shoulder causing him to stumble into the wall, before stepping closer to him and persisting in shouting at him.

“I’m not your fucking ‘girl’. And what are you putting your hands on my man for? You that fuckin’ jealous?”

You pushed him again, attempting to aggravate him and intensify the seriousness of your issue. “Well for starters, aint shit to be jealous of. I know I can get you back, even if you don’t think I can.” he replied, smirking through his statement.

As much as you didn’t want to admit to it, especially since you were very much in love with your boyfriend, there did seem to be some truth in his statement.

Eventually, you backed up, leaving a little room between you two. “You’re crazy. You’re literally fucking crazy.” you said scoffing in disbelief, almost defeated at the realization that his plan to attack your boyfriend with the hopes of him breaking up with you were successful. “Maybe you just bring out the crazy in me-“

Before the sentence could finish rolling off his tongue, you took your hands and slammed them up against Geto’s neck, pushing him back against the wall again. “You think you’re crazy? Stop fucking up my relationships. Ok? We’re over.”

A forced smile appeared on his face and a strained “We’re never over. You know that.” crept its way out of his mouth.

As the party continued in the front of the house, in that hallway where only you two stood, your anger fueled your actions and your grip on Geto’s neck only tightened. In frustration with his stubbornness, you cried out a frustrated scream.

“I wanna fucking kill you”

A breathless laugh escaped his lips and he placed his hand against your wrist.

“I’m yours”

Intoxicated and frustrated, you stared at him as his facial features blurred together. You were angry at him per usual, but no matter how mad you tried to be, it was if he had a power over yout that no one else had.

It didn’t take long for you to fold as you forcefully pulled his face close, evoking a passionate, hungry kiss between you and him in the dimly lit hallway amid the ongoing party.

A swirl of emotions were captured within the kiss, as you two were obviously upset with each other but you’d also been longing for each other the entire time you guys were apart. “I broke up with my girlfriend-” he mumbled, breaking the kiss only for a second.

“Just shut up”

Your hands, still around Geto’s throat, slowly pushed him down against the wall before finally letting go. He kneeled down and compliantly looked up at you, one hand resting on your ass, the other clinging to the outside of your thigh.

He began kissing your inner leg, leaving you needy and causing you to instinctively run your fingers throughout his hair. Little purple splotches against your thighs began to appear as you impatiently started to slide your panties off from under the skintight dress you were wearing.

“I love you, baby” Geto whispered into your pussy, helping you pull your panties down to your knees. His hand moved to your clit, as he slowly started circling his thumb around it, using his other hand to spread open your lips.

His head disappeared under your dress and your body heated up once you felt his mouth come into contact with your wetness.

Euphoria filled your body in this moment. Not only were you intoxicated by the alcohol in your system, but you were also drunk off the idea of your “ex” being so needy and obsessed with you that he’d go down on you in such an open place.

Only you two were existing in the moment and to you, it didn’t matter if anyone saw you, because as Geto’s tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, it allowed you to to forget about everything.

His hand gripped your thigh, digging his fingernails into your skin, and your hand fell atop his shoulder as you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

“Fuck, Suguru-“ you whined, as anything more than two words was too much for you to mutter.

You heard small whispers coming from under your dress mumbling things like “So pretty”, and “I missed you”, but sometimes he could only pur the word “fuck” the same way you did.

Geto’s other hand moved closer towards your pussy, his lengthy fingers grazing your folds before eventually slipping them inside you.

He popped out his head from under you, only to stare at you using his dark, slender eyes through his lashes. You felt your body weakening as he inched his fingers in and out of you slow enough to tease you.

“Missed me too, huh?” he mocked, pulling out his fingers to slide them against your swollen clit, only to insert them again a few seconds later.

As if you couldn’t bring yourself to lie, your mouth instantly formed the words “Mhm- Missed you so much”, while holding his face with one of your hands. Pleased with your answer, the pace at with he thrusted his fingers into your wet cunt quickened, making your knees lock and stiffen.

His voice became so soft and sweet, almost as tender as when he’d reassure you that your relationship would be ok.

“Pretty girl~ gonna cum for me?”

“Fuck- Yes, baby” you moaned into your other hand, attempting to muffle yourself from being too loud despite music still blasting through the walls.

The slick sound of Geto’s fingers running between your folds and pounding your sweet spot with the curvature of his fingers filled your ears as you closed your eyes, reaching your climax and letting your cunt close down on his fingers.

“Just like that, pretty-“

Your essence coated his fingers, making them slip in and out of you with ease. The sounds of your moans, Geto’s praise, and your wetness splashing against his lubricious hands blurred together as your knees weakened and you came to your end.

Geto stuck out his tongue attempting to catch some of your essence that had splattered onto his palms into his mouth. He took his two fingers and slid them into his mouth, sucking all of your cum from off his middle and ring fingers.

Panting, you threw your head back in attempts to slow your heart rate back down. After a few breaths, you glanced around the hall to see if anyone was around to see the vulnerable position you had just been in. As you scanned the area, you felt a pair of hands grab the sides of your face and turn your head back forward.

Before you could protest, Geto pulled your face closer to him, pressing his soft lips against yours. His movements felt passionate and genuine, unlike your now ex boyfriend whose kisses carried more lust than love within them.

Pulling away slightly, you whispered a small “I’m sorry for yelling at you,” to Geto, still holding him close, a mere 3 inches from your face.

“I know baby,” he said placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Sorry for ever letting you go.”

Once more, he kissed your lips and held you in his arms as if he genuinely was sorry for ever letting you leave him. His embrace was so warm and tight, it was like he was truly serious about never letting you go again. And in this moment, you’d forgotten everything.

Your ex. The party. The fact you and Geto were broken up.

Everything.

Maybe Geto was toxic after all, and maybe you were too. But as of now, it didn’t matter whether he was manipulating you or not, because even if he was,

you two were definitely, without a doubt, getting back together <3.

[propertyofwhitney67]

Hello! Sorry to have disturbed you.

If PC is set to have "albinism", what will be the reaction of each LI ？

Sorry, this is translated by a translator and there may be grammatical errors.😥

( I don't know if I can add some settings to PC... For example, albinism like in the question? If it doesn't touch any minefields... )

If this involves sensitive issues, please ignore it. It's my fault. (���ωஇ )

This is completely ok!! I know a few things about albinism but not everything, so I really hope I don't fuck this up.

I believe vision problems are common in ppl with albinism so I'm going to incorporate that into this

Whitney will 100% make fun of you but will kill anyone else that does. He will make fun of you for not seeing all that well, will break your glasses if you wear any, and being sensitive to light. He will ease up the higher his love is and the insults are more playful in nature. He might get you an umbrella if you ask nicely.

Kylar is very overbearing in his attempts to help you. Like you know he's trying to help but this is too much.

Robin helps you apply sunscreen in the morning before you walk with him to school. He also helps guide you when your vision is shit.

P!Sydney always reminds you to put on sunscreen and wear some kind of eye protection

C!Sydney always asks if you want him to help you with sunscreen in a suggestive way, he just wants to put his hands all over you and fuck you.

Alex is worried you'll burn and always offers sunscreen even though he doesn't wear any. He also gives you his hat to help keep the sun out of your eyes.

Avery loves how different you look, no one else has a date like you. He uses you as a conversation starter, among other things.

Eden will make you some sort of physical aid to help you to get around, like a cane or something.

[sinsoakedsaints]

"Friends." Daniel echoes, like he had to try the label on for size as a means to describe the man before him. It didn't feel right, not the lump in his throat or the sensation that lodged in his chest at seven letters that managed to vanquish everything they had meant to one another and distill it down to something foreign.

"Were we ever friends?"

@thursdaygrl

open starter for w/m/nb muses plot: inspiration in source.

"look, i know what happened between us wasn't ideal... but i don't wanna hurt each other anymore." if peace was the only way for sebastian to be in their life, he would have to try it out. even if he knew his feelings ran too deep to wither away with time. "i'd like to try being friends."

[kining-the-evil]

Hi omg I love your writing so much!!!!!!

I was wondering if you could please write a Jason Dean x little sister where she gets sick and he is the only one there to help her (cuz their dad is crazy).

Thank you and it is 200% your choice

Cough Syrup

/Summary/: you get sick at school, and Jd is the only one who can come an pick you up

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/An/: thank you so much! I’m glad you like my writing! This is more of a Drabble but I hope you like!

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/warnings/: vomiting, fever, fem!sister!reader, mentions of a shity dad, mentions of Jd and Veronica’s toxic relationship, soft!jd that may seem slightly out of character but i dong care, I like him being soft for reader

/heathers taglist/: Let me know if you want added!

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Jason Dean really was having a shity day. For starters, you had been late waking up, throwing off his whole schedule and making you both late to school. And now Veronica was ignoring him. Again. Some bullshit he couldn’t even remember had made her mad, so now he had to think of a way to apologize without really apologizing.

He was staring off into space during 4th period when the school intercom called him to the office. While Jason was always happy to miss his language arts class, he worried slightly about what they wanted. As far as he knew, he hadn’t done anything recently that would warnt being called to the office.

“Jason Dean?” The main secretary questioned when he walked in. Jason had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes and nodded. “Phone call for you.” She held out the phone for him to take.

“Hello?”

“Is This Jason Dean?” A shrill voice asked.

“Yes, who is this?”

“I’m Mss. Daniels, I’m the nurse at Sherwood elementary. I have y/n here in the office, she threw up in class. I wasn’t able to get a hold of your father-“

“Does she needs picked up?” Jd was leaning against the wall in the office, glancing at the few people coming in and out of the office.

“She does. We were hoping you could get a hold of-“

“I’ll be there soon.” And he hung up the phone before passing it to the secretary. He quickly went to his locker before leaving the building to get to your school. Mentally, he wondered if you were actually sick, it wouldn’t be the first time you faked to get out of class. If you had he may tell you off for a bit, but ultimately he didn’t care much. School was a waist of time at your age anyways now that you could do math, read, and write.

All thoughts of you faking, however, were quickly gone when he got to the school and saw you. You were curled up on one of the chairs in the office, shivering slightly. You looked pale, and had a good layer of sweat covering you. He immediately felt like shit for yelling at you this morning. You must of felt like shit, and him yelling couldn’t have helped.

“I’m head to pick y/n up.”

“Are you her father?”

“Yep.” Jd easily lied to the women, knowing it would be easier if she thought that. He just prayed she thought he’d had you when he was really young. He had to sign a few papers before getting the ok to take you, in which he took your backpack and led you outside. Jd froze however when he realized he only had his bike.

“Do- do you think you can handle riding?” You were already leaning your body on his, eyes half closed, but you nodded.

“Ya…”

Your brother sighed loudly, he probably shouldn’t let you ride with him but your house was to far away to walk and he sure as hell didn’t want to leave his bike here. Maybe, if he’d thought ahead he could have asked Veronica…

“Can we Go?” You whined slightly, pulling Jd back to the present.

“Ya, Just keep a tight hold, ok?” When you nodded he climbed on, helping you on as well before taking off. Luckily, the ride seemed to go quickly and before you knew it he was pulling up to the large house you called home.

“Ok, why don’t-“ Jd was cut off when you practically jumped off of the bike and threw up in the flower bed. He cringed slightly at the idea of what the flowers would look- and smell, like after words, but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he rubbed up and down your back, trying to comfort you until you were done.

“Finished?” He asked, earning him a nod. “Ok, let’s get you inside then. Go change and then come back down to the living room.”

“Ok.” And you disappeared upstairs while jd went on a hunt for everything he’d need. Some cough syrup, which would hopefully help since it was the only medication they had in the house, some extra blankets, a cool compression, and he even started some tea to bring out to you.

This wasn’t the first time Jd had to take care of you while you were sick. Hell, he’d practically been raising you since your mom died. He wasn’t even surprised that your dad hadn’t answered when the school called, he probably wouldn’t even notice you were sick. Asshole.

“Ok, I know it’s going to taste like shit but you’ve got it take it-“ Jd stoped when he didn’t see you laying on the couch like he’d expected. It had been a good 20 minutes, you should already be down here, maybe playing a tape you liked or listening to the radio.

“Y/n?” He called out, carrying the stuff up the stairs and checking your room. Nothing. Bathroom? Nope. Guest room? No. Finally he checked his own bedroom, which is where he found you.

You were curled up in his bed, eyes shut as you slept. His blanket was pulled tightly to your body, and when he got closer he recognized one of his shirts on you. He sighed slightly before shaking you gently. He didn’t want to wake you up, but he needed to see if this medicine would help or if he’s have to go to the story later.

“Come on, wake up.” He tried to be gentle, watching your eyes flutter open.

“What…?”

“Sorry kid, but you need to take this.” He held up the small cup of cough syrup. You reached for it, sleep making your brain foggy as you swallowed it. It wasn’t until after that you reacted to the taste.

“Gross.” You mumbled, handing the cup to him and hearing him chuckle.

“I know. But you can go back to sleep now-“ you grabbed his arm when he tried to stand up.

“Stay, please,” you whined.

“You’re going to make me lay in bed with you?” Jd tried to joke, but your eyes quickly filled with tears. “Hey! No, I was just joking. If you want me to lay with you I will.”

He quickly pulled back the covers to slid into bed with you. “See?” You seemed to calm down, cuddling into your brothers body with your arms wrapped around him as you drifted back to sleep.

[3katanas]

@madaramee liked for a starter!

"Here for another round of having your ass kicked?" The words where delivered in a flat tone as he cracked open one eye from where he was currently lounging in a tree. One leg dangling from the branch he'd found and arms braced behind his head as he basked in the afternoon sunlight. It was the perfect place for a nap.

Which he'd been about to do until the other showed up. Not that he minded considering who it was that was interrupting his normal afternoon activities. A fact that had his lips pulling into a wicked grin as he added. "Or did you get bored of sparing with your normal opponents?"

[j-nor]

Hello Janort do you have a wiki or something for types of clowns like fools tea cup rodeo etc?

Hello epicsadman, unfortunately most wikis on clown husbandry are rather unhelpful, it’s difficult to find information on exotic pets like that, but I can guide you to some tumblr posts from sources I trust! (Sorry in advance if it looks bad!!! I am an idiot using mobile so I’m trying my best!)

Brief guide to clown breeds:

Info on teacups and cross breeds:

Guides to care:

I’ve tried to include only true information, feel free to correct me if anything’s wrong. I assume you’ve already browsed the clown husbandry wiki, which has little info on the breeds you mentioned, but just incase, here it is:

Hope this helps!

[lovebvni]

Pick - A -Pile (love themed from 07.30.2022)

again, briefing you by saying this is from 2022. i was a different person two years ago, LMFAO

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For starters, I am so sorry how long its been since i did a pick a pile (2 months?) and I'm praying this isn't my last one of the year. I'm moving and I cant bring my tarot card with me and I'm worried I wont have them for a while.. Anyways lets stop being depressing.

Hello! Welcome to a pick a pile. This is a general reading, everything should be taken with a grain of salt. Hundreds of people may read this, everything I say in your pile(s) will NOT resonate. Today we have (the first one is pretty much 2 different piles)4 piles and the following questions.

1. How far are you on your shifting journey?

2. a general message from ur s/o.

along with these questions i will give things that may draw you to your pile. i will be using tarot and oracle cards.

now please take everything with a grain of salt!

breathe in...

and out...

now please, pick a pile or two

[pile 1,2

pile 3,4]

Welcome pile one!!

let me see what may resonate for this pile before this reading, as confirmation this is the right pile: true, the colour hot pink, passion, cold-hearted and cold-blooded, "remember why you started", "everything is for a reason", "life isnt fair sometimes, and that sucks", deities, ocean, water, "i'd rather do this alone"

For the first question, How far are you in your shifting journey?

the lovers

ok so there are 2 different energies in this pile. the first one being those in the honeymoon era, they're just beginning shifting and think its everything and more! romanticizing the idea of being with their s/o and shifting. you're almost turning a blind eye to the other parts of shifting, the fact its ACTUAL FUCKING LIFE! its not just a perfect place, man, its like your cr. you're going to have altercations, fights, and everything else.the others are in the ones who know about shifting, and have been doing it for a few months, maybe even years. you're in the people who know how it is but you're getting back into shifting. who are starting to love it and understanding that shifting is a great thing that you shouldn't have stopped/taken that long of a break. you're almost in a 'new love/ new beginnings' era. you're getting reading to pull off the side of the highway. GET BACK INTO IT!! YOU GOT THIS!!

What does your s/o want to tell you?

so i was called to get an oracle card for this.

"Nothing is yet set in stone, mutable moon" and "Expect a powerful change, new moon eclipse"

The Chariot

these are for the two different energies. the first honeymoon era people are being told you can change how you are and how you see things. dont change your whole personality ofc, just how you see things. dont hold it back. waves change sometimes, the water isnt a different formula though. sobbing of course loki's card came out. you're going to move forward at a rapid pace, and have fun with it! take this and you'll shift soon!

3 of cups 3 of swords

the new beginnings era is reflected in the new moon. new ways of seeing things, new methods, change. theres a lot of change. going on, new ways of seeing things. new friends, new advice. stop doing this alone, its only hurting you, i feel like your energy was in my last pick a pile too. sharing is the best way to understand things. people can relate and give advice to move forward. I feel like you've been in a heartbreak before/toxic friendships/or you're just shy so you dont want to talk to theres about this. you need to communicate. it will help you a LOT.

thank you pile 1!! i hope this resonates 

welcome pile 2!

confirmation this is the right pile: late nights, deep breathing, burning bridges, endings, cupid, wings, outdoors, flowers, loops, asleep methods. purple, blue, shinsou, iida, speed, fire signs, water signs.

1. How far are you on your shifting journey?

oracle: have faith in ur dreams waxing crescent moon, dont let pride get in your way

tarot: the sun, three of swords reversed, four of cups

i feel like this pile has overcome a lot. you guys may have shifter or are VERY VERY close to shifting. i mean like days or even a few weeks away. this pile may make you really like self centered almost? may have been told this before but as long as you dont get cocky, you will shift. dont roll your eyes and say 'ugh, this again'. YOU GOT THIS! try meditating before you shift. maybe try channeling for advice. a friend what they heard for you. do one of those 'what messages do you hear for me' things! they may be helpful. i also recommend that you use an asleep method, and visualize what you feel. i dont care if you're "not good at it" just fucking try man, you're getting nowhere by pouting.

2. a message from your s/o.

oracle: show the world the real you full moon in aquarius, hold your vison fixed moon

tarot: three of wands reversed, five of wands reversed

with these two cards coming out i heard "i know you feel like youre back tracking, but you're really not. keep pushing yourself, dont let anything change how. do take the advice you have been given and dont ire yourself. if you feel like its not the night, keep pushing because your brain could just be telling you otherwise. listen to your heart.

welcome pile 3! it is 12:23AM as im typing this

heres confirmation this is ur pile!

: 711, stubborn, holding onto the past, letting go, pink, red, past love, new love, royalty dr, red and blue, SERIOUS mood swings, tamaki, ohchs, polyamory

1. How far are you on ur shifting journey?

oracle: work through your fears new moon in scorpio, conlusions are winthin reach full moon eclipse

tarot: ten of torches (wands) reversed, 10 of cups reversed, queen of torches, two of swords,

i feel like this pile is holding onto past fears/anxieties. you need to push through these and you'll see big changes. i heard shadow work and i feel like you've done this before/been told to do this before. but you didnt. i feel like there was a manipulative divine feminine energy here. someone who was passionate and maybe your relationship/friendship fell apart. i feel sad for this pile because you guys were really close to you. you trusted them with your life. you're still sad about this. heartbreak happens.

2. message from ur s/o

oracle: believe in the impossible, blue moon

tarot: page of cups, the sun reversed, 3 of coins

i feel like your s/o is saying although you dont know who they are (your s/o may be undecided) but they're watching you during your highs and lows. they're rooting for you. they're so happy you're shifting. they want to hug you so tight one day and just be able to stay with you. i hear that sometimes your highs and lows are uncontrolable, shadow work may help you. you may have tried shifting in a past life and gave up completely. this is the life you will finally do it.

Pile 4!

Last pile! yall dont know how happy i am to be on the last pile. its almost 1:30 am im tired asf bc i fixed my sleep schedule.

confirmation: addiction, sweets, hearts, queen of hearts, alice in wonderland, playing cards, 333, missing out/feeling left out,

How far are you on your shifting journey?

oracle: i was guided not to grab any

tarot: the hanged man, nine of torches, three of pentacles reversed

you're at a point of being stuck. like you were in a web. you're moving out of it a little bit but you stopped and said "well the rain will get me out." you're relaxing trying to let the universe do the work. take that knife out your pocket and get to work man! you're wanting something but doing nothing. thats lazy. if you dont put anything in theres no chance of getting it back.

A message from your s/o.

oracle: Thake your time and breathe out disseminating moon

tarot: ace of wands, temperance reversed, three of wands, ace of cups reversed

you know you have great creative potential. why dot you use it to make your own method? write what makes you so happy to shift. express how much you love your s/o in a letter. they're telling you to use this creativity you have stored up in you for the good. it will benefit you and everyone around you. you may inspire someone else! they're telling you to take a step back from a hard situation and work on a side quest, almost. it will help you in the long run (like getting a level advantage over one of the bosses) i can tell you're getting impatient. learn that everything happens for a reason. take a break. focus on something else. dont make shifting the only thing you're looking forward to in life. okay? once you do this you'll move forward although it will be hard to realize (for you) that shifting ISNT WHAT LIFE IS ABOUT!

thank you all for reading! i hope it resonated. i worked on this from 11pm to 2 am omg

ONCE AGAIN, THIS WAS ORIGINALLY POSTED IN 2022.

[omostuff490]

Another fic:

John Castle was a busy man and today was no exception. He had been doing paper work all morning and hadn't gotten a chance to pee out all the coffee he had drank. John was finally finished and was about to head for the bathroom when his phone rang. It was his doctor, he couldn't miss it. John groaned and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" John answered.

"Hi, Mr Castle?" The doctor asked.

"Hi Dr. Carter, it's me." John shifted in place, crossing his legs.

"Hi, I'm calling about the results of the tests you took last time we met." The doctor explained.

"Oh? Nothing bad I hope?" John answered nervously, fidgeting with his hair and clothes.

"Well, for starters, it's been confirmed that you have a weaker bladder than most, no surprise there. You said you suffer from leaks quite often?" The doctor asked. John held himself.

"Y-yes..."

"Ok... Do you have a tendency to hold in your pee every now and again?" The doctor asked.

"I- y-yeah... quite often..." John admitted.

"I see... You shouldn't do it too often, it could further weaken your bladder."

"Mhm." John hummed as he bit his lip.

"Anyway, I suggest wearing Depends adult diapers every now and again whenever you feel you'll be away from a toilet for too long." John was having trouble focusing on what she was saying as he crouched down and held himself, trying his best to not let his little dribbles turn into a leak. "They're very discreet and have the capacity to hold a lot of urine." The doctor went on. The mentions were making his bladder ache further and forced a few more little dribbles out. John bit his lip and moaned. "John? Are you ok?" The doctor asked. John flushed.

"Y-yes... I-I'm fine... th-thank you..." John let out as his dribbles turned into little squirts.

"Alright... anyway, do you have any questions?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-um... Y-yes, uh, c-could you recommend a few b-brands of... y-you know... s-so I could-" John suddenly gasped as his bladder forced a geyser out. "A-ahh!..." John whimpered.

"John? Is everything ok?" The doctor asked.

"Uh-um... uh... y-yes I just... c-can I please call you back?" John practically begged.

"Of course! I'll call you back at 2, ok?"

"Ok thank you bye!" John hurriedly hung up. "F-fuuuuuck..." John moaned as he gave up on fighting his bladder. John sighed in relief as he wet his pants. A tent began to form in his soggy briefs and pants. John moaned in embarrassment at the sight.