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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 8 months ago

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Contingency Plan

hiiii idk if you're taking requests so feel free to ignore this, but i think it would be interesting to see a fic where logan and janus both have contingencies for each of the sides when they're in a bit of a negative spiral, and they find out thomas has been feeling less self-confident lately, so they try to help roman, but he avoids them bc he feels like he doesn't deserve it. – anon

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Warnings: self-deprecating, roman not thinking he deserves to be taken care of (yes you do sir get back here)

Pairings: roloceit

Word Count: 3216

”So, you haven’t seen him either?”

Logan’s sigh manages to work its way through the cracks in the closet door. Roman shifts as quietly as he can, pressing his hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. “No, I haven’t.”

“Splendid.”

Roman closes his eyes and leans against the wall. He just had to wait for them to move on, then he can run.

“Well, there are only so many places he can be.” Janus’s cloak ruffles. “I’ll take upstairs, you take downstairs?”

“That makes sense to me.”

Two sets of footsteps move in opposite directions. There comes the creak of the stairs and Janus’s voice calls out as he moves down the hallway.

“Roman? Roman, where are you?”

Roman holds his breath for another moment, until the creak fades and the voice has turned a corner, before he slips through the closet door and hurries as quietly as he can toward his room. If he can just get to his room, he can lock the door and keep them from coming in—

“There you are.”

He whips his head around. Janus is right there. How the hell did he get back so fast? Whatever—no time to think about it, Roman runs.

“Wha—hey!”

He dodges away from the hands reaching after him and vaults over the pile of laundry left in the middle of the hall. Muffled curses from behind him and he makes it to the stairs—

Nope, because Logan heard that and now he’s coming up and Roman swerves at the last minute, knocking into the corner of the wall. His shoulder protests. he ignores it. He spares a quick glance behind him—since when is Logan so good at keeping up with him? He looks forward again and swerves around another corner—he may not be able to outrun Logan in a straightaway but he can make the hallways twist and turn enough to give him precious seconds.

He hears Logan stumble and slow and feels a pang of regret for hurting him, however unintentional. It’s drowned out by the relief when the footsteps fade into nothingness. He makes the corridor shift to his room but catches a glimpse of Janus’s cloak and doubles back.

Alright. To the Imagination it is.

His lungs begin to ache as he keeps running. His legs protest. The throbbing bruise on his shoulder hasn’t dulled yet. He pushes them to the back of his mind. Almost there, almost there.

The golden door gleams out of the corner of his eye and he pushes just a little further—

—and skids to a halt when he sees Logan standing right outside.

“How—“

“There were only so many places you could be going,” Logan says, not even sounding out of breath, how— “now, are we finished with this?”

Nope. Not if Roman has anything to say about it. He turns and goes to flee again and runs smack into Janus’s chest. Six arms wind tightly around him.

“Gotcha.”

Logan sighs behind him and starts walking toward them, away from the door. Janus is still holding him too tightly, but if he can make them think he’s done…

With an exhaustion that is not altogether dishonest, he makes himself sag into Janus’s hold. Janus chuckles, letting him.

“You gave yourself quite the workout, didn’t you?” A hand moves to card through his hair, but the others keep a tight hold of him. “Are you all tuckered out now?”

Roman doesn’t say anything. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Logan come to stand at his shoulder, taking a notebook out and a pen from his pocket. Janus leans over to look at it and his grip loosens just slightly—

“Hey!”

But Roman’s gone, slipping through his hold and barreling through the door.

In the next instant, he’s falling. Tumbling down a rocky cliffside. He tucks his head and makes himself into a ball of limbs. Down and down he falls until he sprawls at the bottom in a thick bush.

Panting, he pulls himself free, wincing at the cuts and scrapes that make themselves known all over his aching body. He manages to look back up at the cliff, the tiniest hint of a smile touching the corners of his mouth. With how far he’s fallen, there’s no way they’d think to look for him down here, not if they try to come through the door. Still, though, it’d probably be best not to stay here too long.

He drags himself toward the forest. Darkness has already begun to weave its way through the branches, dripping from the leaves like heavy rain to pool into thick rivulets across the murky ground. Once or twice he stumbles over a hidden root as he makes his way through the trees. It’s difficult to hear anything over his own panting breaths, but he knows how he must look. A shuffling body, trailing scraps of red as it limps through the forest covered in white.

He is no stranger to stories, after all.

Up ahead, a break in the trees turns into a small clearing. The last of the dying light touches the bare grass, giving it the look of almost hallowed ground. Roman drags himself to a stop in the center, looking around at the fussy tree line. A bird calls out overhead. Far away, he hears the low burble of a river.

Something prickles across the back of his neck. He turns around.

”Hello, old friend.”

The wolf, massive enough as he is to block out the sky, simply exhales in greeting. His eyes gleam with the forgotten light as his head leans down. Roman lifts a hand to pat his nose but the wolf doesn’t let him make contact, instead sniffing at the scratches on his hand and arm. He looks at Roman.

“I fell. I was running.”

The wolf huffs again, before nudging Roman with his nose. He turns and starts to walk off into the forest. Roman follows. They walk for an eternity and no time at all before they arrive at what must be the wolf’s den. He comes to a stop just before it, letting Roman lean against his side and twist a hand into his thick fur.

“You want me to go it?”

The wolf nods, encouraging him to take a step forward. Roman falters, muscles instinctively moving to flee again, and the wolf lets out a single low growl. Not a threat, but a fact that there is nowhere in this forest Roman could go that he would not be found instantly. It’s not even a reprimand, and yet Roman finds himself curling reflexively into the wolf’s side, pressing his scratched and scuffed cheek into the dense fur. The wolf rumbles again and turns its head to breathe warm air over Roman’s hands. When Roman turns his head to look, the wolf raises its nose to point at something in the distance. He turns to follow it and sees the cliff far away in the distance.

The wolf waits patiently.

Roman looks back at the den and takes a step forward. The brief pause, however, has let his body catch up to how drained it is, and he nearly falls flat on his face. He would have too, had the wolf not kept his nose there to prop him up. Another growl—go slow—and bit by bit, he coaxes Roman into the den. There are no comforts here to speak of, but it is out of the wind and a patch of moss is soft as the wolf deposits Roman carefully atop it. He winces at the sting and pull of his body and the wolf blows warm air across him again.

“Thank you.”

The wolf snuffles against his chest. The soft pressure combined with the warmth of it makes Roman’s eyelids heavy. The wolf does it again, pressing his nose against Roman’s stomach, and he closes his eyes. Distantly, he registers the sounds of the wolf lying down. But he is tired, too tired, and the den slips away into the wolf’s dark fur and huffing breaths.

He’s just…so…tired…

…and his tired brain feels a hand carding gently through his hair.

With a nightly effort, he manages to open one eye, blinking in surprise at the fuzzy figures moving over him. There’s light again, a softer light, and the hand in his hair won’t stop threatening to send him back to sleep.

“—oman? Roman, are you awake, sweetie?”

Roman blinks. Janus’s smiling face swims into view, the hand in his hair moving to stroke delicately across his cheek.

“There he is,” Janus murmurs, “you gave us quite the fright, sweetie.”

“Wha…how…?”

“What do you remember?”

“Running. I went into the Imagination.” He frowns. “There…there was a cliff. I fell.”

Janus winces. “That would explain all the bumps and bruises. You poor thing.”

“Then I went into the woods…and found the wolf.”

“Ah, yes, I meant to ask about that. He can and found us too, you know. Is he one of yours?”

“Both. Sometimes he’s with me, sometimes with Re.”

“Mm. Well, he’s very nice, albeit terrifying.” Roman just hums. “Well, he can and found Logan and I. We were…as you might be able to imagine, thrilled at the prospect of following a giant wolf into a dark forest, and when we saw you…”

“There was a moment where we thought the worst,” comes Logan’s voice. He materializes out of the soft light—bathroom, Roman’s tired brain supplies, that’s the bathroom light. He takes a seat on the bed. “But he helped us get you back here and now, well, here we are.”

Right. Here they are.

Logan takes Roman’s hand in both of his, drawing it to sit in his lap. He runs his fingers over the unmarked skin.

“We didn’t mean to scare you,” he says softly, soft enough that it makes Roman’s tired brain want to cry, “I understand now that we might have…made you feel as though we were cornering you for some malicious reason, but I assure you: we aren’t mad, you’re not in trouble, we just want to help.”

Roman doesn’t say anything. Janus looks at him for a moment, eyes narrowed, before he hisses low in his throat. Logan hums in confusion. Janus raises an eyebrow, prompting Roman to answer. Shame bubbles up thickly in his throat and he looks away.

“I don’t believe Roman ever doubted our motivations were to help,” he hears Janus say, “but whether or not he was deserving of such efforts.”

The hands holding Roman’s twitch. “Oh, little one…”

“See, this is why I told you that we needed to bait the trap before we sprung it.”

“I’m not entertaining you describing our contingency plans as ‘traps,’ Janus. I asked you and not Remus for a reason.”

“Wait,” Roman mumbles, “contingency plans?”

They look back down at him. Logan smiles. “Yes, Roman, contingency plans. Because sometimes you push yourself too hard and we need to help you recover from it, but you can be quite stubborn about it.”

“Don’t you deny it,” Janus says as Roman pouts, “you know it’s true.”

“And we’ve accounted for it. So,” Logan says, tugging his hand, “let’s get you feeling better, shall we?”

”Wait, wait,” Roman mumbles, even as Janus helps hims it up, “wha—what’re we doing? What’s happening?”

“We’re going to take care of you,” Logan says, “starting with a bath. Actually…do you think you can manage to stay on your feet for a few minutes? If we can get the worst of the dirt off you in the shower?”

”Shame on you,” Janus says softly as they help Roman into the dimly-lit bathroom, “look at him, Logan, it would be a crime to ask him to remain upright for any longer than he absolutely has to.”

Logan chuckles. “I suppose you’re right. Let me take him—would you check the bath?”

Janus presses a gentle kiss to Roman’s shoulder and lets him be. Logan helps him prop himself against the counter, resting his hands on the tattered hem of Roman’s prince costume.

“Can I help you take this off?”

Roman nods and the two of them fumble—well, Roman fumbles, Logan moves with the same careful precision he does everything with—to get the shredded shirt off. He expects Logan to ask for pants next, but instead, Logan takes a soft cloth and gets it damp, wiping the dirt and mud from his bare arms, neck, and chest.

“I can put something on the scrapes after you’re out of the bath,” he says softly as he works, brow furrowed in concentration. “Does anything hurt very badly?”

Roman shakes his head. “Just bruised.”

”We’ll see about getting an ice pack if you want it.”

“Is he about ready?”

“Just about.” Logan drapes the cloth over the edge of the sink and settles his hands on Roman’s waist. “Do you think you can do the rest by yourself, or do you want help?”

“I can do it.”

Logan nods and steps away, going to join Janus by the tub. Roman struggles out of his pants and shoes, abandoning them next to his tattered shirt. He hesitates when it comes to his boxers, before he takes a towel from a nearby pile and wraps it around his waist.

“Okay.”

“Go ahead and get in, sweet,” Janus says, “we won’t look.”

“Can—uh—“

”Here.” He keeps his eyes averted but holds his arm out for Roman to grab. “Easy does it, now…”

A truly mortifying noise leaves Roman’s throat as he sinks into the warm water. There must be some sort of oils or something in here because it smells like he’s sinking into…god, lavender bushes with lemon trees overhead or something else his tired brain can’t quite picture. He hears soft chuckles and another hand cups his face, stroking his cheek.

“You can close your eyes if you want, sweetie. We’ll wake you up if something happens.”

“Don’t make it sound like a doomsday device, Janus.”

“Oh, ‘Doomsday Device?’ What is this, a bad action movie?”

Roman lets himself drift away to the sounds of their murmured conversation. The bubbles—right, there were bubbles in the bath, how had he not noticed that until now?—smell good too, bursting every so often as hands moved to wash his hair. Every so often, he’s coaxed to lift his head, or tilt it back, or do something guided by the gentle hands. He mumbles something about floating and being sleepy and someone kisses his cheek.

“Come on, then,” they coax—he’s pretty sure it’s Logan— “let’s get you out of there.”

The shock of the warm air instead of water rouses him a little. Logan—he was right—dries him off with a fluffy towel and wraps him in a pair of soft red pajamas. Janus comes up with another towel and dries his hair, ruffling it until it sticks up in all directions. He smiles at Roman’s bedraggled expression and chucks him lightly under the chin.

“Off to the bed with you, sweetie, Logan has snacks.”

“Snacks?” His stomach growls and Janus laughs.

“Yes, little prince. You’ve not been eating recently—don’t look so surprised, you think no one’s noticed you skipping meals? Go on, I’ll finish up here.”

He manages to get through to his room. They turned his pretty lights on. Logan’s waiting for him on the bed. There’s a tray on the bed. There are snacks on the tray. Logan’s standing up, holding his arms out. He walks into Logan’s arms and lets himself get sat on the bed with a roll of bread pushed into his hands.

“Eat,” Logan encourages, “it’s okay.”

Roman takes a bite of the bread. Life is too short not to eat good bread.

“I wish you didn’t have to fall down a cliff and be helped by a wolf for you to let us take care of you,” Logan says softly, giving him another snack when he finishes the bread, “but I understand that this is a work in progress.”

“You’re the ones with contingency plans,” Roman mumbles around his next bite. Logan chuckles.

“Yes, well, we know how prepared we have to be when it comes to taking care of you.”

“Though we will be recruiting the wolf next time,” Janus adds as he comes out of the bathroom.

“Yes, or at least attempting to.”

Roman finishes the second snack, taking the third from Logan. He looks at it for a moment. Janus’s hand settles on his elbow and he looks up to see the wordless are you alright?

“Was this the plan? Get me to rest and eat?”

‘The first part of it.” Logan reaches next to him where the first aid kit sits. “We’ve amended it to include treating any injuries you may have sustained.”

“Oh.”

“And then tomorrow—“

“Wait, tomorrow?”

Janus laughs. “You didn’t think this would just be a one-day thing, did you? We know better than to assume you’ll be right as rain after one evening of us spoiling you.”

“Tomorrow,” Logan continues, a matching smile on his face as he draws one of Roman’s arms into his lap, “we have nature documentaries to watch, you have an afternoon in the Imagination with Remus, and Patton and Virgil have cookies to make.”

No small part of Roman perks up at the thought of homemade chocolate-chip cookies. Even the slight sting as Logan starts treating the open scrapes isn’t enough to make it go away.

“You can work on some of your personal projects if you want to,” Janus adds, raising a finger when Roman looks at him in surprise, “but only the ones you are doing because you want to, so that’s your crafts or the poetry thing you’re doing with Logan.”

“I would be amenable to that.”

“And if it’s making you feel worse, then you stop. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that Patton will feel it and you will be smothered.”

Roman gestures bleakly around at whatever the hell this has become and Janus rolls his eyes.

“You know this is a far lesser fate than what Patton will subject you to.”

Roman shudders. This is true.

”Alright, enough with the doom and gloom, you two.” Logan pats Roman’s arm and switches to the other one. “You’ll have plenty of time to do that when you’re reacting to the nature documentaries tomorrow. And pretending they’re soap operas of the wild.”

“That cuttlefish should’ve given the other male a chance and you know it.”

Roman giggles as the two of them start playfully bickering again. His eyes drift to the window that looks into the Imagination, and he thinks he sees the wolf in the moonlight. It gives him a nod and walks off into the woods.

He has a feeling the Imagination has been part of the contingency plan the whole time.

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three--rings · 1 year ago

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Car Accidents for Writers and/or The Curious

So two days ago (as of first writing it's now been two weeks) I was in a major car accident at highway speed. Luckily, I'm mostly okay, my car protected me and only my heel is broken. But going through that was an experience and a very weird and foreign one so I wanted to write it down, especially for any writers depicting car crashes.

So first of all I was driving a brand new 2023 Kia Forte. A car with lots of technical bells and whistles, full modern safety everything. Thank god, although it was only 3 months old, it probably saved me from further injury.

So what happened immediately before the crash is what I'm most hazy about in my mind. I remember seeing the car on the left, it was at a crossroads where my highway traffic doesn't stop, but the crossroad traffic does. So I THINK the other car was stopped at the intersection when I first saw him, but honestly I am not sure. I saw the car, it was heading for the space in front of me, and I had time to think "he's gonna see me and stop right...what the FUCK" --impact.

(Edit: Two weeks later - Upon thinking more about it, I think that I saw him start to move but thought he was surely turning right, because he wouldn't go straight when I was right there. It would have been perfectly legal for him to turn right then. But then by the time I realized he wasn't turning and was coming right for the space in front of me...it was too late to do anything.)

Rest of the post cut for EXTREME Length as well as accident details and medical details of the ER trip both of which could be triggering. Nothing bad or gory or anything, just, some people might not want to read them.

I think I may have actually been yelling WHAT THE FUCK as I hit him. It felt like I had a split second to hit the brake, which was not nearly enough time to accomplish something. In that I did hit the brake but it barely slowed me before I hit. I was traveling around 70 mph (which is the speed limit there).

So the impact. All I remember is sudden whiteness blocking my view, along with the force, something impacting me in the face. I had a split second where I thought "Okay this is it, this is real, I might be about to die." (Note: I was also able to accurately report where on the car I hit (rear passenger door) but not the type of car. I said sedan, but it was a minivan. I said white, it was silver.)

Oh and right as the impact happened, as I saw the door of the car I was about to hit, right before the airbag popped, I had the thought/sensation of "wait, no, do it again, wait rewind, wait, reload the game." It was the sensation that I, as a gamer, have when I fuck up in a video game. The instinct that has you reach for the pause button or the reload button or whatever. That's what I felt, except of course it was real life and I couldn't try that again.

So the air bag popped and blocked all of my view, so I suddenly had no idea where I was, which way I was headed, etc. Except the car was still moving, my foot was probably/possibly still on the brake and my hands were I think still on the wheel. (All of this, I don't really know for sure.) Probably not still steering, but I feel like I was? IDK.

The next thing I knew I felt a second impact as my car hit a metal pole with a highway sign on it, shearing it off entirely. I saw the sign fly past my car through whatever gap was visible to the upper left side past the airbag. So I knew what I had hit. After that I was on grass and the car came to a pretty quick stop. (note this car also has auto-braking when it senses something in front of you, but obviously it couldn't stop itself fast enough either. )

So the car stopped and I was sitting there and my first thought was "okay I have to get out of the car." I could smell smoke and oil/fluidy smells and my car was making a bunch of weird sounds so I was scared it might catch on fire or whatever. So I reached under the side airbag which was blocking the top half of the door and opened my car door, which opened fine. I undid my seatbelt and grabbed for my phone from it's place on the center console under the dash. I knew in my dazed brain that my phone was Important. I needed to Call Someone? Maybe 911? Maybe my husband?

So, clutching my phone in a death grip (not thinking about taking anything else) I crawled under the side airbag and basically fell out of the car onto the grass.

Immediately upon trying to get out I knew my right ankle was hurt. I've had a lot of ankle sprains in my life and I looked down and saw it starting to swell and knew I couldn't stand on it.

Pretty much immediately, or within seconds there were people there. There was a gas station on the corner so either they were there or they were stopped at the intersection waiting to turn going the opposite direction from me. (God I've just thought I could have easily hit them if I'd gone left instead of right. . . that was lucky.)

The two people who arrived, who had witnessed it were a black man and a white woman, I can vaguely picture them, though couldn't pick them out of a lineup fyi. They kept offering to help me up and I told them no, my ankle is hurt, I can't stand. They asked if anyone was in the car and needed help and I said no. As new people arrived I heard them tell new people that no one was trapped. I guess I was vaguely aware that there was a second car also stopped, but I filed that under Someone Else's Problem and focused on me.

Oh wait, I've just remembered I think I was standing on one foot, holding onto the door at first, when the woman came up and asked if I was hurt. Because I was brushing off my front...so here we get into weird details okay. So I was wearing a steel boned corset under my clothes that I always wear when I go out, for back support. It's custom made by me. And I noticed right away that the impact had bent the front busk of the corset. This is a heavy duty steel busk, extra wide, so it's almost 2.5" wide piece of heavy steel. And instead of my stomach impacting the steering wheel or WHATEVER, it bent it up to almost a 90 degree angle.

So I was noticing that, but also, I thought I might be on fire. I was very HOT. My clothes were hot to the touch, the front of my dress felt like it had almost been singed. I kept touching and checking myself to make sure I wasn't on fire anywhere because of how hot my clothes felt. I assume this is from the air bags and the force of the impact and the explosions that send them out...IDK. But yeah I was hot. So I kept touching my stomach and clothes and people kept asking if I was hurt and I said "No, I don't think so, just my ankle."

At first, though, I couldn't form words. People were asking if I was okay and I couldn't answer. I think maybe I nodded. So my responses were probably more like Yes and No and "Ankle" than I remember. I just remember some serious floaty, disconnected, stunned mindset where I couldn't make words right. Lasted maybe less than a minute or a minute or two, not sure.

Basically I laid on the ground and just breathed and tried to chill for a few minutes, responding as people came up and asked me things. I think I repeated a couple of times "he just drove right in front of me..." and witnesses backed me up, saying they were there and saw the whole thing and yeah he just drove right out in front of me.

Throughout this, the surreal thing was that my car was still running and still playing my music. So poppy Janelle Monae was playing from my car. I finally was able to coordinate enough to pause Spotify on my phone so it stopped. I asked one of the bystanders if he could turn my car off with the on/off button because I was worried about it.

A state trooper arrived fairly quickly and came over and asked me first if I was hurt and if anyone else was in the car. I told him about my ankle and no. He said "okay you just sit there [on the grass] that's probably the best place for you. EMS is on their way, should be a few minutes." To which I nodded. He then asked me for my ID. I told him it was in my purse which he fetched from inside the car and handed to me to find my wallet and pull out my ID. He asked me for my basic version of the accident, which I was pretty vague about "I was driving and he just pulled right in front of my car and I only had a split second to brake."

He asked which direction I was traveling, how fast I was going. When I hesitated over that answer he said "highway speed?" and I said "yeah, 70-75." I was slightly worried about admitting I was technically speeding to a cop, but he just nodded and was very chill about everything, so I wasn't TOO worried. He asked a little more after a couple minutes like which direction the other car was coming from and which lane I was in." Then he said he was going to talk to the other driver. At which point I remembered there was another human being involved and I asked if they were okay and he said yeah seems like it, they're just a little queasy from the seatbelt.

So from where I was on the grass and not moving, basically I was sitting in the V formed by my car and the open driver door, so I couldn't see the other car and had literally no idea about the other driver, couldn't have told you their gender or race or anything. I never saw them. (Later the police gave us their details and it seems to be a man, but their name and city is literally all I know.)

At this point I was starting to feel more together. I had been playing with my phone, trying to call my husband. But for a while I couldn't make my fingers find how to call him. And then I did it, but the call wouldn't go through. I was in a fairly isolated area with poor cell coverage, it's basically in the middle of a bunch of fields of corn and cotton and shit. So I was calling but not hearing anything on the line. And meanwhile people kept talking to me and the car was honking nonstop. Even after I got him to turn off the car, it was still making honking car alarm noises. Like yes car, I know you are in distress but please shut the fuck up.

I texted my husband instead. He was texting me by then because he could hear when I called him and he knew something was WRONG. So here are the texts. It's pretty funny.

Cat totaled. Of course I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't see anything very well. I had been wearing sunglasses with bifocal reading glasses in them but they were uh, removed by the airbag. No idea what happened to them. He called me thankfully and that call worked so I told him where I was and that I was okay except for my ankle, etc. Of course I'm like the car, the poor car our new car is totaled and he's like fuck the car are YOU okay, etc.

Also when I exited the car, the witnesses kept telling me I was bleeding on my lips. I touched them and could tell my bottom lip was split. So I was like, yeah it's okay just my lip. Presumably from the impact with the airbag. It's cut on the inside from my teeth and still very swollen and in my way.

So I pulled my backup sunglasses from my purse and put them on to block the sun and laid back in the grass to chill. What sucked was that this is Texas and the grass had ants and they were crawling on me, but what could I do. I looked behind me and there was only more grass with car shrapnel and the highway which didn't look more comfortable to sit on. I asked the officer to get my tote bag out of my car, the bag with my dnd stuff which had a water bottle and can of coke in it. He got it but the coke can was totally dented and I couldn't open it. So I drank the water very gratefully because I was super thirsty.

oh and about this time the cop gave me a long speech about "You should drink a lot of water tonight and try to do some moving around because you're going to be sore and being in a car accident releases a ton of lactic acid into your body like you did a very strenuous workout...etc. " I basically just nodded and was like yeah i'm gonna be really sore.

At this point I figured I just had a sprained ankle and I would go to the er and they would check me out and I'd get an ACE bandage and be fine basically. I realized that the injury was from me trying to brake, standing on the brake and when the impact happened all that force transferred directly into my almost straight leg.

So the ambulance arrived and they came and asked the same questions. They had a bunch of people come to help get me to the stretcher. Basically they grabbed my arms and shoulders and pulled me backwards, telling me to push myself with my good leg. So I did that with them holding me up until we got to the stretcher and I sat down and swung myself around and was strapped down and lifted into the ambulance. They asked me if I had a preference for hospitals to go to and I told them the name of the big hospital nearby which I know our insurance works with because one of my doctors is there.

Then they just started asking me a bunch of medical questions about medications and conditions which I basically had to simplify, leaving out some of the minor things I have going on. Like I didn't mention depression or the antidepressant I take. I only told him some of my meds for my back. Not sure why, it just seemed like I needed to get important things across only.

He asked about where I hurt and I at that point told him about my shoulder hurting in addition to my ankle. He also told me about how bad that intersection is for accidents and how he'd been out there about an hour before for another (more minor) one and we talked about whether they needed to install a light there.

He was really nice and I liked him. I sent a text to my dnd chat while riding that told them I wouldn't be at the game. In the ambulance they checked my vitals and also took my blood sugar which I thought was kinda weird. I guess it's just standard.

We got to the ER and as they wheeled me through I heard the people saying "trauma 2, trauma 2 in room whatever, the trauma is here." So I realized that was me and they were treating me like a Serious Patient and not just an ankle. As I was rolled into the room a veritable swarm of people came with me and pulled me from the stretcher to the bed, bringing a lot of grass and dirt with me, by the way, which no one but me seemed to notice (And the nurse later).

Then they were trying to get my clothes off and a young man approached me with surgical scissors and said "Okay we're just gonna cut this off you" and I was like "No, please, can you not, I just finished sewing this!" and thankfully they were like well let's try. I was already like, I can do this, and pulling up my dress and wiggling. They probably didn't want me moving myself that much, but fuckit, I spent months on that dress I didn't want it ruined. (It ended up torn about an inch down at the neckline and has a couple inch long tear in the skirt from either me crawling out of the car or them pulling me to the stretcher.)

Oh and I had to tell them "I'm wearing a back support corset under here so it will be weird" but they were like "that's no problem" and they just reached down and pried the busk apart, (with me sucking in to help them) and pulling it free. So that was one anxiety gone. So anyway, they finally got the dress and all my shirts off while they pulled my bra free also. It's definitely weird having a swarm of people you can't really see grab you and start tearing off your clothes. I wasn't feeling at all worried about being exposed or anything, my only concern was for my clothes. Finally I was naked except for my underwear and they put a gown over me.

And then hooked up a bunch of wires and stuff. The EMT had started an IV in my hand but not given me anything. They also didn't give me anything yet, though I THOUGHT they'd hooked me up to saline or something but turned out no.

Then I talked to the doctor and repeated all my pains. They were like okay we'll get xrays and check you out all over. So they did the xrays in the bed and I had a really hard time moving my foot/ankle the way they wanted because I was like "I can't move it" and they were like, but okay flex more and I'm like "I can't." And then turn it to the side and I'm like, uh, it's not moving. And finally I had to like turn my whole body to the side to get the position they wanted.

Then they took blood and mostly left and there was one nurse left. "Can I have some water?" I asked, my most pressing concern because I was DYING of thirst. She was like "uh we have to wait and ask the doctor." And then a little while later she was like "is there anything I can get you?" and I'm like "again, water?" and she's like okay lemme go check.

So I finally got water and I asked the lady taking my blood if she could hand me my phone from my purse. So I had my phone hurray although I still had no glasses and couldn't see. But my texts showed my husband was outside so I asked if he could come back and they said sure. It still took a little while but they finally came and asked me again if family could come back and I said yes and then there he was.

Obviously that was a huge relief because I could ask him for stuff from my purse like my glasses. And we mostly just talked and looked at stuff on our phones while waiting for results. So finally the doctor comes back and is like so okay actually you have a broken heel bone and we're going to put you in a splint for now and then you will follow up with an orthopedist. And he did that and that was pretty painful. By this point they'd given me something in my IV that was helping with the pain but still having them try to force my foot upright was super painful.

Then they said they needed a urine sample and the nurse was like do you want to try a bed pan or me to do a catheter. And I'm like I guess bed pan. Which, I didn't know, is basically just a hard plastic bowl that you sit on and the edges dig into your butt and thighs. And she tries to explain how to go and I'm like okay I'll try but I totally failed. Because I was still massively dehydrated. I'm like "if you'd given me more water like I asked, I might be doing better at this." Finally they started me on IV fluids and I got my husband to get me my water bottle. Then they did a catheter except they still couldn't get urine and they did it a second time with a better nurse and finally they made me laugh and that made some come out so they made me keep laughing until they got enough of a sample. So I'm definitely making the nurse stories for that one.

By the way, did the catheter hurt. Yeah, a little. It feels like what you'd expect. It's pokey and doesn't feel good, but once it's in you can't feel it. Also I was told my "anatomy" made it easy to see what they were doing which, I'm like is that a compliment on my pussy or what?

Anyway after that it was just waiting waiting waiting. They were checking for damage to my kidneys or I guess other indicators through blood tests because they came back to draw more blood twice.

Finally like five hours after the wreck they let me go. And gave me very little information about anything, actually I could complain a lot about the way the ER handled things but like that's not the point here.

We were both obviously starving because we hadn't eaten so we had to drive through the only thing open which was a 24 hour mcdonalds.

They didn't give us crutches, just told me to use them, so we had some from when my husband was in a car wreck and wheelchair bound for months. So he had to go in the house and find those and bring them out to me. Our door is very far from the driveway so I had a long way to go on crutches and it was very difficult given my pain situation and how my shoulder and ribs on the right side hurt. So once I finally got to the door he got a rolling chair that I sat on and he wheeled me to the bedroom.

That night once the meds they gave me in the ER wore out I was in terrible terrible pain. I'm a chronic pain patient on an opioid patch and it was insane. Ten on the pain scale. I wont go into too much detail but god I wanted to die or like, just cut my foot off. I took pretty much anything I could to try to help the pain, after some quick interactions googling. And took an edible we had and that was what finally let me get any sleep about 5 in the morning once it kicked in.

It's now two weeks later and...what is recovery from a crash like that like? Well it sucks honestly. I got very lucky in my injuries but the broken heel is way more painful that I would have imagined, sometimes radiating pain all the way up my leg to the crotch. And worse than that has been the rest of my body that didn't get diagnosed with any injuries but obviously went through major trauma.

My ribs have been very sore in a couple different places, making it difficult to move, sit up, lay on one side, reach for things, laugh or cough. And I pulled something in my right shoulder though they didn't see any damage on x-rays but it's taken two weeks to start to feel like I can use my right arm much or move it without terrible pain.

I've spent most of my time on pretty heavy meds, thanks to my pain doctor, but still all the time I've been massively uncomfortable. And trying to do anything is really difficult because I have to use weird muscles to pull myself up to standing or whatever without putting weight on my right foot, and then those muscles have gotten sore. It was about two days after the accident I reached peak Body Pain, after trying to get around on crutches with an injured/bruised ribs and messed up shoulder. I got to the point I couldn't get myself up to go to the bathroom on my own at all. Thankfully then I got a kneeling scooter thing which is an absolute requirement for getting around in this state.

So yeah today is two weeks and I feel like I'm just starting to get back to almost normal functioning, except for my broken foot. Taking meds less often, and then only because the foot starts throbbing. (Did you know heels are very painful things to break? Neither did I? I'm lucky I don't need surgery because frequently this injury can cripple you if you don't have surgery.)

Anyway, I don't know if anyone will have read all this, but I feel like it's worth documenting the experience. I was originally going to post this within the first few days of the accident but then the real bad effects started kicking in and then uh, there was the Lahaina thing. (My closest family lives there. They are safe along with their house but...my little tragedy didn't feel important in the face of that.)

At any rate, please drive safely, this experience sucks and I don't recommend it.

#tw: car accident #tw: car crash #tw: medical #personal #threerings' stories

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blindluck · 9 months ago

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i didn't wanna reply over there cus this ended up getting rly long but there's this post by @shitpostingperidot and @marvelsassbutts about carol and maria's GNR concert in 88 and my brainworms got to making up hc after hc now all i think about is how that could've been the first time they got together despite mutually pining and coparenting monica for like 4/5 years or so anywayyy

idk if there's like a screenshot frame of monica's sword file or smth that shows her birthday in exact terms so i might be going on abt nothing here but listen

mcu wiki says she was born around june/october of 1983

it also says carol and maria met in their first year of AF academy "shortly after turning 18", so that's either late 1983 or early 1984, bc carol's birthday is late 65

which means monica was already in the picture by then 🥺🥺

what i'm thinking is maria got pregnant at around 17/18 and her parents took care of monica for the first year or so when she enlisted bc why wouldn't they

but as soon as she lands the test pilot job and starts making bank they're like "i love you so much and i'm very proud of you now here's your child go be her mom"

this is like in their 2nd or 3rd year of flight school so it catches everyone by surprise, and ofc higher ups use it as excuse to subtly and passive-aggressively ground maria on paid vacations and maternity leaves

obviously she sees right through the fake benevolent facade and overcompensates by not only refusing benefits, but taking on even bigger workloads

which then obviously gets her drained and exhausted and ofc carol notices and worries

she's been trying to give maria space through the whole ordeal but there's a line between giving you space and watching you get put through the wringer without doing anything

so she finally corners maria like "hey i know this is fucked up but maybe you could find another way to stick it to them without slowly killing yourself in the process can u pls just give me a call when it's too much to handle i am begging on my knees"

("my best friend, who supported me as a mother and a pilot when no one else did")

maria does slow down a bit but she still hesitates to call for help, until one particular hard night she cracks and carol gets there at flying speed to do chores and dinner and take care of monica while maria (a single mom in her early 20s who is also an overworked test pilot) finally gets some goddamn rest

(after changing monica's diaper tho bc apparently carol can't help with that)

from then on carol pretty much moves in with them

maria starts slowing down and taking care of herself and getting her due leaves and relying more on her parents and friends and she loves monica so much and things are so overwhelmingly good right now...............except for this one small carol shaped situation

they've been roommates before, you see, and maria is very aware she's been in love with this goobster for a minute

but she's also a black single mom in the US air force she really doesn't have to make things harder on herself so she's been trying rly damn hard to keep carol at arm's length for both their sakes

carol too is very aware that she's in love with maria and probably has been since forever (she's not super in touch with her feelings to pinpoint when the gears shifted, plus thinking back on it she can't rmbr a time when she wasn't in love with her yknow)

but "maria has a kid she's straight" (wrong) and also carol is very insecure (canon) so she's afraid of rejection and doesn't wanna ruin the friendship and she'd rather have maria in her life as a friend instead of not at all

even if it breaks her to wake up literally next to the love of her life every single day and not spill her entire heart out

especially bc maria's mask slips sometimes, mostly when she's drunk (even if just a bit tipsy) or when they share a particularly emotional moment (quite often tbf, considering how close to dying the very nature of their job gets them on a regular basis)

fast forward to 1988

carol and maria pretty much live together and monica loves auntie carol to pieces and their hearts are both so close to exploding they might actually die for real at any given moment

now to finally tie back to where this whole thing started: carol brings home tickets to a GNR concert, maria stares at her dead in the eye like "bitch this is 500 miles away" and carol's like "oh..........................road trip? :D"

you'll never guess what happens there

one year later, carol's missing

presumed dead

#captain marvel #carol danvers #maria rambeau #danbeau #'hey whats up wyd how u been'#twirling hair around my finger #nth rly just binge reading marvel comics and hyperfixating on my comfort pilot wives #googled usaf 80s maternity leave to feed the brainworms #edit: didn't google very well APPARENTLY !

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theyaresogay · 11 months ago

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wasn’t sure if i should fully trust that the fluff is here to stay, BUT YOU WERE SO NOT LYING, also i definitely believe you now when you said you prefer writing fluff. CUS THAT CHAPTER WAS THE CUTEST TEETH ROTTING FLUFF.

I still am loving all the tiny lil details you add that just contribute to how much they know eachother, Jade KNOWS her favourite food, also every thought she may have about it, and that she’ll be a lil late. Just gah the lil things made it so much better.

OH AND I SO CALLED IT THAT THE THREE FOR THREE GAME WOULD BE CUTE LATER.. also like so useful for closure, with Kit thinking sorsha made jade be her friend, so glad that was addressed.

i’m so certain i had a dumb smile at the what does love feel like “it feels like home”, nah cus you’ve built Kits character so well that her being vulnerable and talking about her feelings freely hits so much harder.

i could honeslty talk about this chapter forever, but i can’t just not talk about how considerate Jade is for taking things slow, i feel like that’s almost what makes them so perfect cus Kit is used to having all these walls up to protect herself but she doesn’t necessarily need them for Jade cus she just understands. idk but the way you write them is just so perfect imma have to say this fic is for sure my no.1 fav.

Anyways glad your concert went well, and THANKYOU.

I TOLD YOU! FLUFF IS FUN TO WRITE! (sure, sometimes angst is, but teeth rotting sugary stuff is the best)

The little tiny details! I mean, they're bound to know a whole lot of crap about each other considering that they've been best friends for a million years. I love adding tiny things like that though, it really does make it feel more real.

Anna and Kit made it up and have a!ways been cute together, and I thought, you know, who's the other really cute couple? Jade and Kit. So naturally, they get to be cute with it. :)

They both really need closure about Sorsha and she's gonna get an earful, don't worry.

SEE!!! I TOLD YOU! The angst sucks, but it's got a massive point. The main reason for it in this story is that Kit wouldn't believe a lot of the things Jade said if she hadn't been through it, wouldn't believe she deserves it. But now she does!!! I'm glad it hit hard, it was supposed to, so I'm glad I accomplished that.

I love all of the comments! Ranting about Willow is amazingly fun!

Jade is very aware if the fact that it's basically lesbian culture to move too fast, and Kit's been through too much shit for her to not make sure that she doesn't hurt her. She wants Kit a lot more than she thinks they're ready for, so she's trying to make sure that neither of them get overwhelmed because they both have a lot of trauma that has not been dealt with. All of the open honestly with Jade! Kit really does trust Jade with her life at this point, but who wouldn't?

OH MY GOSH NUMBER ONE FAVORITE?!?!?!?! DUDE, YOU ARE SO KIND!!!!! YOU'RE AMAZING, AND REALLY COOL, AND SUPER NICE, AND I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!! (ngl i'm kind of freaking out rn 😂. Imagine me dancing around my house with a really stupid goofy looking grin, and you'll get the picture)

Oh my gosh, thank YOU! You always give such kind words and it makes my day every time. Truly wouldn't be doing this without you reading. Super fucking happy you're enjoying this!

#willow 2022 #jade claymore #kit tanthalos #fanficition #comments that make my heart stop of happiness

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climaxbattles · 11 months ago

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vent dont read (unless the curiousity consumes you i guess. if you know me personally it might suck)

i havent been able to leave the house since may and it seems like every day i get worse and worse

i just cant deal with anything i dont know why

i dont go outside, i cant be alone, i cant even eat too fast/slow or i just like completely freak out

i started therapy and this is the first time ive ever been hopeful about interacting with a therapist but i still kind of dread it every week. im not even sure its helping like maybe shorter sessions would be better but i use so much energy just getting through the day i cant communicate until its too late

i dont even understand what made this happen my only guess is that one of the medications i tried really messed me up (or i have a brain tumor or thyroid problem or something) because a few of them had really really terrible side effects and i almost had to go back to the hospital for the 3rd time in a year, but i dont get why im not getting better when i dont do anything and im not on those meds anymore.

and if it is physical i cant leave the house without panicking like. i dont know how else i would go anywhere to get it checked out unless it got so bad i had to call an ambulance again so they could lie me down and give me oxygen and turn all the lights off and hold my hand again but that also was like very traumatic so im afraid i would just completely break

my friend is over visiting and i havent seen her in forever bc she moved 4 hours away and i cant even bring myself to hang out with her because she brought her boyfriend and i already have problems talking to anyone but her even though i fucking live with her family and leech off them. so im just hiding in my room

i dont really talk to anyone much anymore and i dont even know if its Because i want to be left alone or if its something making me lonely/im upset about. it also kind of seems like people r moving on from me but that could be like entirely self inflicted bc one on one conversation terrified me even before and now i like have panic attacks if a breathe wrong let alone attempt something thats always scared me

i think like some of them maybe also have a seperate discord server i wasnt invited to. this happened literally months ago where i accidentally found out and its not really my business i guess. and i dont even rly know if its true or even used anymore

it just feels bad because i lost a friend of like 7 years and a friend i really related to but didnt know long because i took their side in multiple arguments and i dont regret the 2nd one but the first one kind of still sucks. the people i lost had a lot of their own problems that made them unpleasant but idk. the first person was kind of always open to talking to me even though we r both fucked up and wouldnt ignore me even when i sometimes would bc of my own problems

and then if there Is a second server thats kind of why the second person lost their shit. so its like Maybe they were right in a small way (they were completely fucked though they would like suicidebait randomly and ive never had any other friend do that so its still for the best i think)

it seems like i keep losing or pushing away good friends kind of. or maybe im bad at all friends idk. ive never enjoyed socializing so it seems like my fault probably

i honestly just wish i could get on food stamps and/or disability on top of medicaid but i think people are still insisting i can go back to the way i was before. idk if thats possible. i just want to be able to stop taking As much Directly from other people and maybe like. buy legos or a 3d printer or something. i dont have much to do in the house 24/7 and my computer is getting old. and i think the internet is making this all worse but thats like my only activity

im so tired

#sorry if u know me and think this might be about you #not trying to like vaguepost abt them though i just dont even know if its worth bringing up. and i cant even rly communicate #i forget if my irl friend has a tumblr #its not your fault i feel like this though if anyone does read this #i just feel like i keep saying the same things in vents to friends and i want to stop bothering tgem

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youmyjhope · 5 months ago

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Hmmm that's a tricky question, depends on situation, like if someone wants to go crazy let's go crazy baby, but I think the more realistic answer is no I don't hehe

I like to get to know the person a little bit first. Sex isn't just putting it in and pulling it out. It's an art where two completely different souls put their colors together and create their own world through their feelings for each other. I wouldn't like to due to my rush to fuck someone, to do something that the other side is uncomfortable with. Just because I like idk handcuffs, I can't just come out and tie the person to the bed. Just cause I felt like it. That can come only waaaay later and if we both into it, that I just do whatever I'm pleased with.

I think rushing into things takes away the real pleasure. Of course you can't learn everything about the person and then expect to be perfect either. Because the real thing is different from talks. But that's why you take it slow and learn each others likes and dislikes. How they move. How they like it. Just because you are sure you want to be handcuffed, it doesn't mean it won't feel weird the first time, when it touches you, when you are in that situation. This applies to everything. Maybe you think you will feel joy, but you end up feeling trapped. It's normal. Thats why Im there, thats why we pause and then see what to do next.

Especially with heavier bdsm stuff. It can be so owerhelming for both sides. For example suddenly just jumping in and completely shutting down the subs senses, could create such an anxious enviroment. One day handcuffs, another day blindfold. And you will get there.

For some it takes longer, for some it takes shorter. But it's just like anything else. You don't take something in hands and you are already perfectly nailing it and doing thousand tricks. You take it slowly and learn over time.

This is very important, especially when you are on the dominant side. To take it slowly with your sub. Or just anyone in general, doesn't need to be a dynamic, but you need to understand the feelings behind those touches, needs, desires.

Not to mention that we are all different, some are new to bdsm, some are new to sex, some are virgins, some are demisexuals etc etc. everyone's story is different in their own way. Jumping into something that heavy can maybe feel good for a second, but it can give confusion to the other side, not show enough respect and leave them with many confusing feelings.

Again, if someone is into that, no shame in that, at all. I'm someone who likes to experiment, I can give anything a try. You want me to just have my way with you? I will, with lot of pleasure, but also with a long previous experience with you. With many nights spent together and thousand of hours spent talking.

There is a possibility that my partner wants to go faster immediately too ofc, but I think I would decline, maybe i wouldnt take it as slow as with someone else, but still not way too fast. I like to take my time with everything tbh. Making my partner feel safe and loved is my top priority. We have enough time in our hands to burn down the house with our passion. We won't be late anywhere.

There is no reason to rush into anything.

Someones virginity was given to me, and I don't mean some teenage sex, where we 15yo and we jump into it. It was a person between 25-30yo, so fully grown up and aware of everything related to sex. I took it as slow as I could. And I don't regret even one second and I wouldn't change anything. I think going slow, filled with love and understanding is the key to perfect sex. I'm no longer in a relationship with that person, but I think they would agree with me completely.

I admit that I do have a corruption kink, nothing extreme, but I do have feelings related to it, but before any kink, I'm a patient person full of understanding. Or at least I give my best to be. As patient as I can. As loving as I can.

Maybe you picked it up somewhere between the lines of my story, that I like to double check a lot.

The answer got little longer, but I think a simple yes or no doesn't give enough info.

Have a nice day princess - HSK 💋

I respect that🥰

yes, I did notice u double checking and always making sure everything’s ok. Always asking for consent. That’s why it feels so good and safe. And at the same time like a rollercoaster.

I wouldn’t want anything else tbh. It’s perfect. Sadly it’s not a common thing for guys to be so thoughtful.

For me, the first time I totally need to bond and feel shit. Be emotionally connected before anything else.

love the balance in u 🥰 and the duality.

#hsk anon🔥🔥🔥

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lexijaynex · 1 year ago

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🦩DAY 16 (9/28/23)🎀

Okay! I’m online, I logged in at 1:43p, got my first private and he did a decent show! I’m doing it from the bed and it’s nice, I think I’m liking it. Idk, it’s definitely bringing out the more sensual side of myself lol. Anywho I’m 18 minutes in at $21, so hopefully it’s fast like this!

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Alright I’m 1hr 22mins in and I’m seeing the BS lol. It’s 277 ebonies online so it’s slowing down, and I’m getting a lot of raunchy people! Lol like i didn’t know people got down this bad in the afternoon, but as long as they’re paying I don’t care, but chile they ain’t payin, so they gettin the block!

I had one dude want a*al from me in private chat, which is fine, both of my chats cost the same ($9.99, which I think I’m gonna put my private back to $11.99, because I’m getting more of those in and out folks. Idk how I feel about it yet tho, because I really don’t even have to do much, and I still get coin so idk), but he wanted a*al in the first minute. I didn’t even feel like explaining because it’s written on my profile how I move through a show like that, I just blocked him. I said like, “well since you can’t read I’ma help you out,” and blocked him. It was just the way he requested it, he was just very rude. All money ain’t good money, and I don’t take money from everyone. It may be bad for my business, but if you’re not adult enough to show me an ounce of respect, I have no respect for you or your money. Even though people are paying, I just don’t feel like I have to accept just any ol’ kind of fonky ass treatment, I will take your money and block you. Grow up and treat people right. Get a new account and act right; come back with some BS you get blocked again. Like I’m very low tolerance, even in my personal life, I just don’t feel like I have to deal with anyone who treats me poorly.

Also there were so many guys coming in and writing like Watt-pad paragraphs. I didn’t even read them, I just blocked them or was like “sounds cool,” if they talked about a show, but then they’d just leave because they wanted me to indulge them more. Maybe it’s a flaw I have to fix, but I’m just like a “get to the point,” type of person. I’m not reading your scenarios and responding to your fantasies…you’re getting off on me for free. Or the little tricks like “let me see your outfit,” or “can I see your legs,” like come on lol. I have presets or the block button to deal with that. Now don’t get me wrong, it doesn’t make me mad or anything, it actually concerns me, because how many girls are just entertaining this BS for free, thinking they’re gonna get a show out of it? And I’m only so confident in my ways because I’ve been there, done that. Inside the club and online, they pull the same Tom foolery every time. Like sure flirt a little, laugh, respond, that’s perfectly fine, but I’m not giving it all away. I’ve indulged many customers that way, then they’d think we were friends or got too comfortable and stopped paying me. You have to command the money, or they get lost in the sauce, and then you’ve wasted your time. Just be careful :)

Anyways it’s moving slow and I have some errands to run before I leave my staycation. When I get back, I’ll go ahead and cam, probably late night until payout, so that will be up tomorrow!!

Thanks for reading! 💕

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alyjojo · 1 year ago

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August 👨🏽‍🏫 2023 Monthly - Scorpio

Whole of your energy: Page of Cups

You’re getting good news, or a sweet “how are you, I’ve missed you” sort of message from an ex, or someone you’ve been on the outs with lately, romantically. Venus in retrograding through Leo this month, a lot of people will likely have this story or something like it. Be careful not to jump in too fast, which I don’t think I even need to say, because for the most, you’re not. This relationship has been painful, you’ve ended it or given up, and have partially already mourned them at this point. You’re not saying no, and also not expecting much either.

What’s going on in August:

4 Swords:

You’ve been separated from this person for some time, 2 Cups rev can show a breakup. You want to heal this connection, or heal from it, either way you’re not going to stay down forever, and I think they intuitively know this. When I pulled this card, I heard “Somewhere on a Beach” by Dierks Bentley playing in my head, and I don’t even like that song or know more than one line, so that’s for you 😆 What’s with the country songs lately idk…I like it but it’s not MY thing, exactly. I digress. Having pulled Dancin’ Daisy is another nod to you’re going to be fine no matter what. Your confidence is great, your outlook is great, you know your worth and what you deserve, you’ve just been setback by a disappointing situation or connection. It’s not the end of you 💯 Either you’re sending the message or hearing from this person that wants to fix the connection, and you’re willing to…hear them out.

The High Priestess:

You’re being very quiet about this, and you’re not revealing too much of your own hand or feelings with this person either, they could think you’re being mysterious or sneaky with them. Really, you’re just trying to withhold your judgement, or keeping your judgements of them quiet while you decide whether or not this is worth another chance. Ace of Cups follows, again you’re willing to see, but not making any promises, and certainly not jumping in the forgiveness pool headfirst. They get an Ace, not a 10, period. There is a blaming energy from you that’s not great, but you also seem willing to put in the necessary work if they are, letting them take the lead and just seeing where it goes.

Ace of Cups:

This is your person’s energy, Queen of Pentacles, this is someone self sufficient, responsible, practical, both a hard worker and a domestic Queen, she’s got her hand in 10 different pots and nothing is burning, she’s got this. Could be a single parent. 6 Swords rev is returning to a situation of drama, or it was drama, in order to have a new start with you. Because they love you. It’s not all in on their side either, no 10 Cups let’s get hitched sort of energy, but this Queen isn’t afraid to dig deep and get messy with some relationship shadow work either it seems like. This is pretty positive, you both are on the same page, and their feelings/actions towards you are genuine. This could also just be a new person, for some of you, and you’re keeping that quiet for now.

Knight of Pentacles:

Slow movement, and from here it looks like you both are in agreement with this and both understand these things take time, there is no rushing this. This Knight with 8 Pentacles, could be dealing with a Virgo/earth sign, they’re applying effort to you every single day, along with everything else they’ve got going on their lives. Both of you are. Like today you two go out for lunch together, but tomorrow you’re swamped with meetings and whatnot, next week you have a work trip, and you guys don’t seem bothered by what the other has going on. There is a lot of necessary freedom in your connection, and 9 Swords rev shows that with consistent effort between you both, this can really be something good. I’ve got zero bad vibes so far. No passion. Very little romance. Hopefully y’all are moving towards that later on, but it also shows the intentions are good and you’re both practical-minded over heavy passions or sweeping romance.

6 Pentacles:

Equal give and take of emotions, finances, trust, and any other resources, you’re both balanced with each other. If you go out, you could split the bill or take turns, Ace of Pentacles is highlighted as money so maybe you both like to flex on who’s paying. I do see dates, public ones, I’m not sure how well you two know each other. The Home card comes out, you’ve broken up before, you had something but this is like starting completely over again. This could be someone you’re with after a breakup with someone else, and you’re the one taking it slow for that reason. Through this month, you’re open to something and enjoy spending time together, but you hold back from making any further plans, you’re not meeting the family or even opening up about dating this person. It’s a “wait and see”, but it looks and feels really good for you. Some of you may consider whether you just want this person as a friend, not even a lover at all.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn, Virgo & Gemini

Oracles: ✨

38 Limits

Know that limiting attitudes are often formed as protective reactions to past events.

23 Secrets

Conceal plans and actions from those not ready to accept you as you are.

21 Truth

An honest desire to know and speak the truth produces beneficial results.

44 Home 🏡

This card represents a homecoming of the soul, of finding your tribe, of coming home. The situation you are inquiring about has the potential to be a homecoming - a safe and secure place that both nourishes you and facilitates your growth, whether it be a school, a relationship, a job, or truly a home. Go for it! All paths lead home. Home doesn’t have to be where you grow up; family doesn’t always mean the people of your birth family. Look at an expanded meaning. Family are people who share the same core values and path. Home can mean a place you have yet to visit or experience, but once there, it feeds your soul in a way that gives you no doubt you are home. Alternately, find your safe place. This is where the answers you seek will be found.

We enter into August as:

Honey Adams 🍯

“I will attract to you whatever you desire, if you give up your desires.”

Are you seeing your life as it really is, or how you’d like it to be? Are you wishing things in your life could be different? Honey reminds us that what we create is in fact what we want. So often we wish that things could be different rather than accept that this is how it is. Honey tells you to make the most of your present situation.

Giving does not mean compromising who you are. Being a giving person means showing up with as much honesty and fairness as you can in any situation. This is a strong reminder to stop complaining, roll up your sleeves and get the job done. If you feel that are are being treated unjustly, you must act “just” yourself. The indication is that you need to give up what you think you deserve and start being of service. What any of us receive is up to Spirit.

What is to be learned in August:

Dancin’ Daisy 🌻

“Let’s just jump and see what happens.” - Joe vs. the Volcano

Dancin’ Daisy represents a new phase in life, the acceleration of all the events that happen. Daisy says “Come to me and jump beyond what you believe, into a new possibility.” It tells you take action where you may not have previously. Daisy is the life energy, she is connected to enthusiasm. Dancin’ Daisy is physical expansion and embodies in physical form the example we all seem. She represents a joyous time for you, a move, a job, or another significant change, such as a marriage. This also signifies taking a risk that will work with faith and trust. This is the moment after the leap, when you cannot see where you will land. The Daisy is reassurance that you will land on your feet, so keep the faith.

Daisy also represents radiant health. Spirit can only manifest through us if we honor the physical body we inhabit. This may mean that you need to adopt a good physical fitness regiment. Your will to heal yourself is great. If a man is attracted to this fable the indication is strong that he is pulling a new partner into his life. This is also an indication for him to look to a woman for his next brilliant idea. If a woman is drawn to this fable, she is the radiant being that is attracting all that she needs.

Yellow may be a lucky color 💛

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bangtangalicious · 4 years ago

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fuck me forever | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut fuckboy!jungkook bestfriend!jungkook fwb!au college!au

summary: You’re busy studying but kookie wants to play. Really bad.

warnings: sexual coercion, whiny jungkook...like really whiny. he is OBSESSED with reader’s tits, toxic behavior, manipulation, begging, body worship. a lot of body worship, praise kink, dirty talk, potentially dubcon(?) idk jungkook is being super problematic in this but its subtle, unprotected sex, lots of cursing

word count: 2k

It had been a busy weekend, filled with late night study sessions, numerous coffee runs, and barely any time to breathe. You reclined on the living room couch of your apartment, typing away busily on your laptop, back against the armrest and legs out in front of you. Your feet rested comfortably in the lap of your best friend, Jeon Jungkook, who absentmindedly was caressing up and down your calves. You didn’t mind. Jungkook and you were quite touchy with one another when it was just the two of you. He was like that though. The campus fuckboy. You knew that neither of you were in a place to be in a proper relationship, and that was perfectly okay with you.

Jungkook sighed, placing his own computer away. “Let’s take a break” He whined. You ignored him, too engrossed in finishing your assignment. If you had looked up you would have seen him pouting like a baby. He slowly slid under your arms so that he was laying on top of you as you continued to work, his head fitting perfectly in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he nuzzled his face into you and then turned to see what you were working on.

“Take a break y/n”

You chuckled.

“I’m on a roll right now Kook. Don’t interrupt me” Jungkook sighed. He knew there was no convincing you. He continued to remain cuddled up against you as more time passed. He began getting impatient, eager for your attention to fall on him.

“You’ve been working so hard” He mumbled into you softly. “I’m really proud of you” This made you smile. It wasn’t something you heard often, so you couldn’t help but feel elated at his words. You stopped typing so that your hand could gently run through Jungkook’s hair as you stared at the screen in front of you.

“Thanks Kook” You took a deep breath before returning to your grind.

Jungkook pressed his lips ever so slightly against your collar, barely leaving a kiss. It tickled, sending almost a shock through your body. His lips were soft and wet, and felt scorching against your exposed skin.

“I know you’re busy, but can I play with your tits?”

You weren’t sure you had heard him right.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” You felt him smirk against you. “Please, I won’t do anything I just wanna squeeze them”

You sighed. You reasoned that it wouldn’t pose as too much of a distraction for you, and if it would keep him occupied until you finished, you were willing to indulge him.

“Okay” Not a second was waisted before Jungkook’s hand left your waist and harshly groped your breast, the fabric of your shirt crumpling with his touch. He moans softly, so softly that he didn’t think you heard him. But you did. You definitely did.

He props himself up so that he can use both his hands to massage your breasts, laying across you. You peer over his shoulder, attempting to continue focusing. He drags the collar of your shirt down the center of your neck with his finger, watching as the fabric reveals your cleavage slowly, before allowing him access to your bra. He keeps your shirt pulled down as he traces the lacey detail. His hands become softer now, as he uses his thumbs to rub circles on your nipples. He wants nothing more than to suck them. He wants you to suffocate him with them. He wants to feel them squashed around his dick as he pounds into you.

He instead slips his hands under the bra to feel the hot plump skin beneath them. He lets out much louder moan, not even caring that you heard it. He began playing with them roughly again, squeezing them tight, allowing his fingers to stretch and really get a handful of you. He moved them around, wanting to feel something more. His movements were almost painful, but you tried not to pay attention. What broke you was when you glanced down to see his big doe eyes peering up at you from between them, hands tight around your chest like he was holding on for his life, his eyes blasted with lust and yearning.

“Having fun?” You choked slightly as you spoke as his ministrations continued, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckled.

“I love them so much, fuck you have the best tits y/n. I think about them all the time”

“I always took you for more of an ass guy”

Jungkook finally stopped, getting up to put your laptop away. You didn’t try to stop him. You knew you weren’t going to be able to work now. He then dove back into you, this time his hands finding their way behind you and harshly kneading your ass, pushing you up into him slightly. You felt his hardening length press into your stomach ever so slightly, making your heart race. He began licking the top of your chest.

“I love them both.” He groaned, the vibration of his voice in your chest making your legs twitch. “You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect oh my god” He latched his mouth onto your breast over the fabric of your bra, using his teeth and tongue to get around the fabric so he could suckle you directly.

Now it was your turn to moan, heat pooling between your legs as you unconsciously bucked your hips. His tongue was running rampant against you, the hot sensation driving you insane. He opened his mouth even wider, pulling more of you into his mouth and sucking harshly. His other hand snaked down your body to find your shorts, beginning to pull them down.

With a pop, he left your breast, making you whine at the sudden hit of cold air on your nipples. He helped you undress quickly, then sat upright for a moment, just staring down at you, his eyes moving over your naked body like a vulture. He licked his lips.

“I wanna fuck you” He exhaled.

“Really, I couldn’t tell” Your sarcasm wasn’t cute to him. Not right now. And that only made you want to tease him more. Still fully clothed, he lowers himself back onto you and looks you straight in the eye, face hovering barely inches fro yours.

“Please y/n. Please. Fuck. This is all I want. I don’t want to do anything else. Fuck studying, fuck everything, I just wanna fuck you. Over and over and over again until I can’t anymore. I want to die buried in your sweet sweet pussy. I want you to ride my cock forever” He was panting almost feverishly. His words, while turning you on, were somewhat concerning, but you knew he was probably just really horny.

“Jungkook…not now…I really need to finish my paper. You said you would just play with my tits” You did want to fuck him. But the logical part of your brain was telling you to save rewards for when you deserved them, and right now, you had other things you needed to take care of that were more important than Jungkook’s raging hormones.

Jungkook looked like he was either about to start crying or punch something. His jaw clenched at your refusal, knowing that he had to listen but wanting you so incredibly bad.

“Okay” He exhaled backing away. “Yeah, um” His chest was heaving and you could see sweat forming at his forehead. He tried to look anywhere but at you. He swallowed, trying to get his heart rate to calm down.

But he just couldn’t do it. He pulled his shirt off and wrapped his arms around you again. “Please. Can I just…I’ll be super fast, can I just…a little?” His sentences were incoherent. It was turning you on how bad he wanted you. “Five minutes? Pleaseeee” He whined. You sighed, looking at the boy in front of you. His toned muscles not helping your decision making.

“Y/n I might actually die. Like I will explode if I don’t get to shove myself inside of you right now. Please please please”

You say nothing, moaning slightly as Jungkook kicks off his sweats so you can feel the direct contact of his tip against your wet folds.

“Baby…fuck…you’re so wet baby, I know you want to. I…I’ll be quick okay. Just let me get off this one time”

“Jungkook” You moan again as his hand guides his tip to make circles in your clit.

Something in him snaps, and the next thing you know his hand is around your neck and his dick is entering you.

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry” Jungkook was panting. He filled you up completely until he was flush against you. He stilled for a moment, fearfully looking in your eyes for a reaction.

“I’m not a fucking toy you can’t just put your dick inside me because you’re feeling horny” You snapped at him.

“I know. I know. I’m sorry…I just…” He really didn’t have anything to say. You realized then that you were wrong. To him, you were like a toy. Someone there to pound into when he felt the need.

And somehow.

You kinda liked that.

You pushed his hair behind his ear and cupped his cheek softly. His eyes widened as you kissed him softly.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Fuck me as long as you want to”

“A…are you sure?”

You nodded, and to make sure he believed you, you pulled his face down in between your breasts. He groaned, gripping your ass again and starting to move in and out of you slowly. He made sure to savor every second he was in your dripping cunt.

“Do you know” He exhales, “do you even know how fucking HOT you are? Do you know what you do to me?” The obscene sounds of his slow grinding filled the room, harmonizing with both of your soft moans. Your nails scratched against his back as you tilted your head back, basking in the feeling of the way his cock goes in and out and in and out. Jungkook reaches back up to cover your mouth with his. Kissing you tenderly, like he had all the time in the world.

He breaks away just to gaze at you, stilling his movements. You furrow your brows in confusion. His thumb traces the side of your face as his eyes gleam with adoration.

“I love seeing you like this y/n” He carefully slides out to sit up, kneeling above your body, gazing at your every crevice. “How did I get so lucky” He whispered more to himself than anything.

He stokes himself with one hand while the other finds your clit, driving you to your edge. “I’m gonna cum on your tits. I’m gonna cum all over you because you’re mine. Fucking goddess, you’re the hottest girl in the world. I could just” He lets out an aggressive moan, his hands moving faster, “So fucking pretty. So fucking hot holy shit” He’s going as fast as he can now, words falling apart as he whines towards his release, “So fuck pretty fuck all mine” Just when you think he’s about to cum all over you he shoves himself back into you thrusting furiously.

“Jungkook!” You scream. You weren’t on the pill, and he very much did not have a condom on. “Stop”

“No…no…fuck…you’re so hot. You’re so hot y/n please please. I…I love you…please I need you so bad. Let me please…say it…tell me its okay. tell me you want my cum”

You were so shocked and confused, but his thrusting was preventing you from thinking clearly.

Just give in You think to yourself. You’ll like it more if you stop fucking thinking so much

As if he hears your thoughts, he slows down to a stop and looks at you. “If you really want me to pull out I will” His eyes looked so sincere that you couldn’t possibly deny him. You shook your head.

“You’re right…it’s okay…it’s probably fine”

Jungkook paused, as if a realization just hit him and his demeanor shifted entirely.

“Are you sure?”

You nod.

“Do you like it? Do you feel good?”

You nod. He strokes your face again, tracing your lips before biting him with his own. “Mmm” He moans into your mouth loudly as he hands push your legs up around his waist. “So fucking sweet. I can’t get enough of you” He starts making small thrusts, but forceful ones. It hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He doesn’t leave your lips for a second, as he continued to moan dirty things straight into you.

“You feel so good. So damn good. You don’t even know how many guys would kill for this. Best.” His thrusts get harsher with every word, “Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Fucked. My. Sexy. Little. Whore. All. Mine. Could. Fuck you. Forever.” His words speed up hectically, his body losing control as both of you arrive at your peaks, “FUCK, baby baby baby” He kisses your lips with a smack, “Say it’s mine baby. Say it’s only for me. Only I can fuck you like this.” He cries out in ecstasy. Seeing him so fucked out and gone turns you on and you feel your orgasm wash over you, pussy clenching down tightly, causing him to yelp. “Oh my godddd” You finally notice the way your bead is creaking loudly under Jungkook’s loud moans. His cum shoots inside you, filling you up in a way you had never experienced before. He drops down onto you, his arms on either side of your head and his face in your neck, softly nibbling.

“That was so good” He can barely even get his words out through his heavy breaths. His cock is still inside you, “You’re incredible” He kisses you again, softly, adoringly.

“Kook?”

“Mmhm” He answers between kisses.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do baby” He murmurs, clearly not taking much mind to your questions.

“No like, you kept saying I’m yours and things like that” He pauses to look at you.

“You are mine” He kisses your forehead, “I care about you. You know that. But I’m not proud of who I am. And I can’t drag you down with me. God, I would fuck you forever and ever if I could y/n. I would love you, I...I do...but I can’t. I’m pathetic. You deserve better” He sighed. Your heart wrenched. Looking at the boy in front of you now, those comforting eyes who were always there. Your heart swelled with emotion as you realized that maybe there was something more here.

“Do it” You barely whispered, causing Jungkook to tremble at the tone of your voice.

“What..?”

“Fuck me again. And again. Until we can’t stand”

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lizzielikeborden · 2 years ago

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hi :)

i just saw that you were accepting requests for eddie munson (stranger things)

and i was wondering if you could do a eddie x reader where she (or they, as you prefer) ask him to fake date bc she wants to piss off her parents lol (clearly it’s based on the song 18 by anarbor but anyway-)

problem is that they really fall in love with each other, but they’re scared to admit because they’re not sure if the feeling is mutual…

(idk if that makes sense??)

thank youuuu <3

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When will you bring home a nice boy? How come you never bring any boyfriends home? You need to get yourself out there more and fall in love, that’s what teenagers do.

The voices of your parents echo in your head, added with their story of how they met. For a week straight ever since the announcement that the neighbor girl had gotten engaged to her high school sweetheart came out they heckled you and poked at you to find a boy, to find someone to date, to find teenage love. It’s not like you never had crushes or little relationships but a lack of interest in love life was more the problem. But whatever, if they wanted you to bring someone home you would, but nice and well behaved he wouldn’t be. You had a friend who you hoped would help you out.

“Eddie! Wait up!” You had stood too outside the school spacing out waiting to see him which had made you almost miss him.

“Princess! What do you want!” Eddie gave you the same enthusiasm back as he spun around and started slowing down walking backwards.

“I have to ask a favor of you.” Walking faster you caught up with him, those around you gave you stares and looked around as he accidentally kept bumping into people.

“What do I get out of it?” Eddie grabbed your hand and spun himself under your arm to walk right next to you and face the direction of the rest of the crowd walking out of the school.

“You don’t even know what the favor is.” You laughed as he walked with you fluffing his hair and twisting his rings around his fingers

“I can guarantee you I’ve done worse.” He put emphasis on guarantee as you both stopped walking, now far away enough to not interrupt the flow of traffic.

“Will you come over to dinner tonight to meet my parents and pretend to be my boyfriend so they’ll leave me alone?” You said everything as fast as you could squinting your eyes and scrunching up your face scared of his reaction.

“Sure, what time?” He shrugged his shoulders and looked at you dead in the eyes like what you just said wasn’t possible madness.

“Five oclock, don’t dress up, make sure at least one tattoo is visible, keep all the rings, chains and anything else that you love to wear on.” You gave him a quick run down seeing how calm he was with the idea of tricking your parents.

“Rockin’ dress code,” He nodded his head and moved his head around as he did. On the inside he was curious a little as to why you were being so specific with his appearance and why out of everyone you could’ve asked this to you waited for him and asked him.

“Just be authentically yourself, full on, one hundred percent. No differences in speaking, body language, or language in general.” You were banking on saying that and hoping it wouldn’t strike his nerves at all, nor come off as strange.

“You can count on that, and you can count on me. I’ll see you tonight sweetheart, don’t be late!” Eddie picked your hand up and kissed the back of it before bowing a little and walking away.

“Wait! Don’t you wanna know what you get out of it!” You yelled in his direction not caring if anyone heard what you said regardless of how it sounded. But, Eddie just kept walking away from you, which made you wonder what you had said that was good enough for him to not see anything out of it.

“Something tells me this could be a bad idea.” You whispered under your breath moving to go to your transportation mode. Just so you could head home and tell your parents that you finally decided to let them meet your boyfriend. You knew that they’d be slightly peeved at you for just now bringing him up, and doing this on such short notice. But you also knew that they’d be ecstatic to hear that you have a boyfriend and that he’s coming over finally…

4:44 PM

“Put the napkins down and then the silverware on top of them, I want this to look nice, I don’t want him to think we’re messy.” Your mother spoke as she cleaned the same counter she had cleaned over and over again. She insisted that the two of you scrub the house clean and pick up every little dust particle before company came over, but especially someone as important and new as the mystery boy.

“The boy isn’t gonna care about the silverware.” Your dad mumbled under his breath sitting at the table fiddling with his napkin.

“He may not even touch it.” You whispered to yourself as you sat down the last knife and turned over the side of the napkin to rest around the base of all three pieces.

“I’m sure he will appreciate the clean house and the etiquette.” Your mother snapped back and you realized how much fun this was really going to be knowing that good and goddamn well Eddie didn’t even care if his shoes were two different types as long as they were the same color.

“Anyone home!” All three of your heads snapped towards the door hearing someone pound on the poor front door like they were gonna punch it open if someone didn’t move faster to twist and pull the knob. Both of your parents looked at one another as it continued.

“Yes!” You laughed and ran over to the door pulling open the door you were immediately met with a huge bear hug.

“Hey babe.” He picked you up a little bit carrying you further inside the house still holding you around the waist in the hug.

“You’re early.” You laughed into his shoulder, you could see your mother in your peripheral vision, eyes wide. Letting go of Eddie you took in his appearance, he was wearing his classic Hellfire Club shirt, black jeans with a chain, chunky rings, and black boots.

“I was just too excited to meet mom and dad to be late.” Eddie was being quite loud as he peaked around your head and smiled at your mother taking one hand off your waist waving at her enthusiastically.

Spinning around you had to see the look on your mom's face when she saw Eddie fully, she smiled lightly still looking somewhat afraid. Smiling even wider you locked your hand with Eddie knowing that her eyes were directly placed on his tattoo.

“D-dinner is almost ready.” She piped up tucking some hair behind her ear before turning on her heels and going back into the kitchen.

“Thanks mom!” Eddie shouted, still holding your hand.

“Thank you so much for coming.” You whispered to him, now standing directly in front of him with a real smile.

“Anything for you princess.” He winked with wide eyes before taking your other hand and squeezing both of them at the same time.

“Still haven’t met my dad.” Laughing, you stuck out your tongue about thinking about how your mother must be either scolding your father to behave because the boy you brought home was not the image either of them had pictured while also talking in shock.

“Daddy!” Eddie grabbed you by the hand, leading his own way through the house, following where he had saw your mother go.

“Did that boy just yell ‘daddy’ at me?” Your father turned and looked as the two of you were now standing in the entryway of the dining room where he sat.

“Dad, Eddie,” you gestured at Eddie who was smiling ear to ear, “Eddie, dad.” You returned the same gesture.

“Eddie Munson.” Your father did not reach out to shake Eddie’s so he took it upon himself to grab his hand off the table and shake it.

“Y/D/N.” He begrudgingly shook the boy's hand back, looking him up and down.

“Dinner’s ready, Y/n why don’t you uh come here and help me.” Nodding you let go of Eddie’s hand and he whipped one of the chairs from the table and sat directly in front of your father facing him.

“So, what do you think?” Whispering to your mom you took plates out of the cabinet, and sat them down next to where your mom was going to place the food.

“He’s certainly got a lot of energy.” She moved around you to put what she had made on the plates. “He’s also got a tattoo and wears more jewelry than me.”

“He’s got more than one tattoo, and it’s just his sense of style.” Taking two plates from the counter you walked away to put them on the table before she could say anything else.

“This looks great, mom.” You sat down in front of Eddie as your mother brought out two more plates and sat in front of your father.

“Thank you Eddie, it’s Eddie right?” As she sat down she put her napkin in her lap setting her area perfectly.

“The one and only.” He winked at her before unfolding his napkin and eating quickly.

“So, do you play any sports?” Your father asked leaning forward as he started to eat as well.

“No, I don't play with balls.” Choking on your drink a little you couldn’t help but laugh at least a little bit at the shared reaction within the table.

“Anyway, what does your shirt refer to? What’s the Hellfire Club?” Her voice faltered after reading the shirt more.

“Only the official club of D&D that I lead.” Mid sentence he swallowed all the food in his mouth so that he could put more volume behind his leadership role.

“D and D? I don’t follow.” Your mother was trying to hold the conversation with him because the look on your fathers face was priceless after the balls comment, he was staring at Eddie like he was an alien.

“Babe, you didn’t tell them about the coolest game ever invented?” You were now the center of attention, all eyes were on you.

“No one knows it better than you, I couldn’t give it justice.” Pouting his lip he dropped his fork on his plate.

Suddenly he threw both his hands into his chest palms pressing against his shirt, his rings facing out towards everyone at the table, “My heart. It’s so full.” His dramatics had you grinning ear to ear and your parents in shock.

“Go on, tell them all about it, I love hearing you talk about it.” You waved your fork at him as he cracked his knuckles leaning back in the chair. You really did love listening to him talk, you also loved watching the way he talked.

“Dungeons and Dragons is a game about coming into your power within and telling stories. It's based in a swords and sorcery fantasy setting, but you can choose whether to join a pirate crew, explore a jungle, or participate in a political scheme. Everything is up to you, from your appearance to your actions to what happens next. The dice are only there to assist you.” Using his hands he explained everything, you watched in awe as he talked about something that meant a lot to him.

“You run a board game club? Sounds like,” Your father looked to your mother to finish his sentence, “Fun. Sounds like a lot of fun.”

“It’s more than a board game dad, truly it’s so much more involved and interesting.” You added onto the points being made.

“Do you play this dragon’s game?” Your mother turned her head to face you so fast you could almost hear her neck crack.

“No, but I love to sit with Eddie, watch him and the boys play.” A sigh of relief left your mothers mouth, “Eddie and I do enjoy music together though.” It would've been ridiculous to not bring up music when talking about Eddie, and that wasn't a lie, a lot of times Eddie would hum music he loved listening to towards you or he would just show you on his radio. Better yet he would play you a song on his guitar that he learned.

“Music? What kind of music?” Happy to change the conversation your father looked to you to do so bringing up something new.

“Dio, Judas Priest,” Before you could continue Eddie did it for you, “Megadeath, Motorhead, Accept.”

“You- Y/n. You’re listening to rock music?” You nodded your head looking at your mom as you put your napkin on your plate.

“Eddie plays the guitar, he's really good at it.” Rising from your seat you saw that Eddie’s plate was also empty, so you walked around to him and picked up his plate kissing him on the cheek when you bent down. The action made your heart jump and his adrenaline spike.

He put the devil horns behind his head and stuck out his tongue once you rose, “Rock on.” Your mother gasped and jumped at his words and actions.

“Well, it was nice having dinner with you, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.” Your father rose from his seat and pushed in his chair. Clearly he was angry at the very least with what had happened.

“Dad, it’s not even seven.” You chuckled while walking out to get his plate.

“Goodnight everyone.” Ignoring your comment, your father hurried out of the room.

“I need to go make my side of the bed, Eddie, you are welcome to stay and hang out with her. There’s water and pop in the fridge, if you need anything else just ask Y/n.” She spoke fast as she stood from the table finally breaking from being perfect and put together abandoning her plate.

“Thank you mom. It was lovely to meet you.” Eddie jumped up from his seat and bowed at your mother a bit before snatching her plate and handing it to you.

“You-yeah of course you’re welcome.” She stuttered and moved out of the room.

Standing in the kitchen you washed the dishes, Eddie leaned on the counter next to you.

“I meant what I said earlier, thank you for coming.” Turning to face him you opened the drawer to pull out a towel.

“I meant what I said earlier, anything for you princess.” His voice was genuine and so was the way he was looking at you.

The two of you took a moment just staring at one another, but it wasn’t an awkward silence, it was a nervous silence before Eddie broke it, “Don’t think your parents like me.”

“They’re just not used to you.” Before you could change the ending to “people like you” you realized how naturally that had come out of your mouth.

“It’s they’re lucky day since they were being fooled.” Eddie all of a sudden didn’t sound like Eddie at all, it was too calm, too quiet, almost solemn.

“I’m not going to tell them that.” You shook your head letting out air that would be close to being considered a laugh.

“What are you gonna tell them then? What’s our breakup story?” Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach. You hadn’t really thought about how fake this all was, what was fake from him and what was real. Because you hadn’t had a plan, not for conversations, not how you would touch him, none of it. You just did all that by nature. The two of you weren’t super close before this but were good enough friends to get along. You almost always picked him to walk with and he did the same for you. You leaned on each other for little things.

“Do I need to come up with one? You came up with all of this.” Eddie pointed at you with both of his hands.

“I didn’t come up with all of this. It wasn’t like that. I just did those things, I wasn’t thinking about them when I did or said them.” You felt like your mom earlier, repeating the same action over and over again rubbing the same dish.

“I have a thought,” He strung out the word thought taking two steps closer to you, “What if we don’t tell them a break up story?”

“What would we tell them then?” You could feel him standing next to you if he moved his arm even a little he would be touching yours.

“Nothing they haven’t already seen and heard.” Eddie wasn’t sure whether to directly say how he felt or what he wanted because he couldn’t gauge your reaction or feelings based on what you were doing.

“I have an even better thought.” You sucked a lot of air into your lungs, putting the dish and rag down, “What if we never tell them what this was and instead we forget that this was supposed to be fake. Unless.” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence.

“I wasn’t pretending.” Eddie cut you off assuming that he knew where you were going with this.

“So then this is all real?” Facing one another you looked up at him, “We set ourselves up.”

“Worth. Every. Minute.” Eddie pulled you forward wrapping his arms around your waist kissing the top of your head…

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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moving-wright-along · 3 years ago

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(Idk if you've done this before but) Hi I was wondering If you could please give me some X-virus/Cody Hc? Also I love reading your blog...

I’ve done some cody headcanons before, but theyre really old so heres new ones. also this ask was sent SO LONG AGO AND IM SO SORRY LOL

💉Cody Rogers💉

-Don’t let his hardcore, mean facade fool you. Cody is always longing for affection and companionship, but he puts up barriers and blocks it out when it’s offered to him. His adoptive father thinking he was a monster and rejecting his interests really messed him up, so he’s slow to trust now.

-He’s a solitary creature of his own creation. And while he’ll struggle to admit it, he craves intimacy and connection so bad.

-Personally I like to think that him and Toby are twins separated at birth. I also think he changed his name back to Rogers after moving into the manor. He’s really happy to have a family again.

-They have absolutely no idea why they were separated. Toby joked once that Cody was so ugly out the womb that they got rid of him. Cody just punched him and pointed out that they have the exact same face.

-They're completely identical except for eye color. Cody's eyes are green, while Toby's are brown.

-Cody has noticed that Toby has a difficult time looking him in the eye, but seemingly doesn’t have the same problem with anyone else. It’s only after he sees a picture of her that he realizes its because his eyes are the same color as Lyra’s.

-Toby tells him a lot about Lyra. It makes him sad to think about, that he had a sister he never got to meet. He daydreams sometimes about how their lives would be different if they’d been raised together. Maybe life wouldn’t suck so bad if they’d had each other.

-Also mad that he never got a chance to sock it to their piece of shit father before Toby killed him. He would've liked to smack the fucker with his bat for hurting his siblings. Too late now, though, and he's at least content that the man got what was coming to him.

-Aside from his brother, I think he gets along best with EJ in the mansion. They bond over mad science and crimes against humanity.

-He likes Jane too, and while they aren’t super close, he’s had some pleasant conversations with her. Jane mainly likes him because he’s one of the only people in this manor capable of being civil. And because he annoys the shit out of Jeff and she’s all for that.

-Cody can’t stand Jeff. Ben wouldn’t be so bad either if he didn’t get roped into Jeff’s shit so much. Cody mainly hates him because Jeff is an asshole who doesn’t really care about other people or their feelings. He doesn’t care much for bullies. Jeff also has a bad habit of picking on Toby specifically, which pretty much immediately lands him on Cody’s shit list.

-As for Masky and Hoodie... He doesn’t really know what to make of those two, honestly. Both proxies are close with Toby, the three of them having a strong brotherly bond. It makes him feel like an outsider, which only makes Masky or Hoodie’s attempts to get close to him feel fake- like they’re only doing it because of his brother.

-Which... isn’t entirely wrong. At least at first. Masky and Hoodie first assume that because they’re twins that they’ll be really similar. They’re a bit shocked to then find that Cody is practically his twin’s opposite. Neither of them really know how to interact with him because of that.

-Needless to say, Cody keeps his distance.

-Masky and Hoodie try to get Cody involved but he just doesn’t seem interested. Toby is the only person that can convince Cody to hang out or participate with the others, but even then it’s a 50-50 chance.

-Even when he is convinced to engage in group activities he doesn’t usually stick around very long. His social battery drains fast and he hits a point where he needs to be alone for a while.

-Because of his loner nature he usually gets sent on missions by himself, rather than with a group, which he doesn’t mind at all.

-Cody keeps to himself and is pretty quiet. He’s also smart and sensible, which makes him an instant favorite of Slender’s. However this just makes it easier for him to fuck with people because he hides all his mischief behind that innocent face.

-Constantly torturing Jeff and the best part is no one can ever prove it’s him. Everyone knows of course, but they can’t prove it.

-Him and Toby fight a lot. Not like disagreement fighting- no, they actually get along really well. Like fist-fighting. They’ll be totally fine one minute and the next they’re just decking each other. Toby always wins though cause Cody’s kinda weak and Toby does a lot more physical training than he does. It’s all in good fun though :o)

-They're both actually really protective of each other. Cody defends Toby from Jeff or whoever else tries to mess with him and Toby defends Cody from anyone who tries to get him riled up (jeff). They're like two guard dogs guarding each other.

-In a weird way, fighting his brother is a good way for Cody to release pent up anger and aggression because Toby can't feel it. Boy has pent up anger issues like you wouldn't believe. He tries to keep himself calm but it's really easy to set him off.

-He’s the type that’s usually really quiet but every once in a while he murmurs some insanely hilarious quip that just destroys everyone.

-He has a bunch of piercings and he did them all himself. He also has a stick and poke, but its just a little operator symbol on his bicep. He would do more but he doesn’t really know what to give himself. Refuses to give Toby a tattoo no matter how much the other begs. Ever since Toby found out he has a tattoo and that he did it himself he hasn’t heard the end of it.

-Outside of his own bedroom, he spends a lot of time in the manor’s library. Him and EJ will sit at the same table and read for hours and not say a single word to one another. They love it.

-Always finds a way to make himself scarce when the pastas have any kind of game night. He has horrible luck and he absolutely sucks at any and every type of game, from monopoly to mario kart. He refuses to be humiliated.

-He’s actually really sweet when he starts to open up. He’s really observant, which means he’s really thoughtful when he wants to be.

-I feel like he stares into the middle distance a lot. Like “are you guys seeing this shit?” kind of staring, like he’s looking into a camera. Or that ben affleck meme.

#cody #cody rogers #cody rogers x reader #x virus #x-virus #x-virus creepypasta

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years ago

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ok ok I have to be honest I got this idea while reading your last marauders blurb. OT WAS GREAT BTW can you write James x reader where she has never done anything sexual and is really inexperienced. and James is showing her how to touch herself or just helping her explore her sexuality/making her feel really comfortable and safe/while being really gentle with her?

Idk if this makes sense, but I love your writing

Hi!! I'm literally so sorry this took so long, I rewrote it 3 different times. I hope you enjoy and I'm so glad you liked my other Marauders blurb!! Thank you for the request!!! xoxo

One Where You're Innocent [ James Potter ]

Word Count: 1.6k

[ Warning: Fem!reader, finger sucking, clit play(orgasm), fingered penetration, kissing, cum tasting, praise kink, words such as "baby" and "pretty/filthy girl" ]

You look up at James anxiously, knees digging into his bedsheets. You had just let out your biggest secret, one that you had been desperately ashamed of. You had never touched yourself, nor have you done anything...remotely sexual with another person before. Your face was red, a warm deep feeling filling in your gut. You felt this type of desperation, watching eagerly to see James's reaction.

"You've never...?" James leads on, his eyes a bit wide. You both had been dating for some time, but you've only shared a few kisses. You couldn't tell what he was thinking and truthfully, James didn't know how to react. He found it kind of erotic that he could be your first. He pushes that want away, trying to focus on you.

"No...never," you admit, looking down towards your knees. You played with your skirt, fiddling with the ends. James rubbed his slacks, trying to calm his nerves.

"We don't have to do anything, I don't mind waiting...or even never touching you like that," James soothes, trying to get you to calm down and realize he wasn't upset or appalled. You felt a nerve of want, your body upset at his suggestion.

"No, I want you to touch me," you expressed quickly, your legs pressing together to form subconscious relief. James watched, his eyes fixating on your twitching thighs. James wants to lose it, he found your flushed expression adorable. He pushes those thoughts away once again, his hand coming to hold your arm.

"Maybe let's not go all the way today then, would you like me to show you how to touch yourself?" James asked, he sounded so innocent. You felt warmth invade your belly again, your thighs spread as you push your cunt near the bed. You nod, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths.

"Are you absolutely sure? Because if any time you want me to stop, I will," James makes sure you understand, his hand moving to hold your head. You sigh from the touch, leaning into it. You nod once again, before mumbling; "I know I'm safe with you, jamsie,"

James smiled at your words, he pulled his hand away as he stood up. You grew confused, wondering what he was doing. James signalled you to wait a moment, he just looked over you with deep loving eyes. "Okay, I've got it," he muttered to himself, moving to prop himself behind you.

"What are you doing?" You asked, turning your head back to look at him. James only chuckled, his lips planting just below your ear. You shivered, sinking into his chest. His hands come to hold your waist, peppering your neck with sweet kisses.

"I'm thinking it would be less stressful if I just guide you, are you comfortable with that?" James asked gently, one of his hands dipping down to hold your lower belly. Your breath hitched, legs closing on instinct to hide. James watched over your shoulder, his hand instantly coming back up to hold your waist. "I'm sorry, was that too much?"

"No, you just startled me. I'm okay, I promise," you whisper, your head leaning into his chest. You look around the room, trying to distract your bubbling nerves.

"How about you undress when you're ready," James implied, his hands never leaving your waist. You nodded once again, your hair tickling his cheek. You take a few deep breaths, before moving your hands to push your knickers down your thighs. You felt James shift, his eyes watching intensely. You pulled the soft fabric off your ankles, tossing it next to you.

"Please touch me jamsie," you breathed in a whisper, your legs spreading. Your skirt hid your warm cunt, the fabric covering just your hipbones. Your legs propped up, knees red. James let his hands come to your thighs, gripping the doughy flesh against his large fingers.

"I'm going to go slow, I'll explain everything I'm going to do," James told you, his hands pushing your thighs wider. You grasped onto his elbow, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "It's okay, I've got you," James whispered, his right hand coming to gently push your folds apart.

"I'm just going to rub your clit, tell me if it's not making you feel good," James didn't give you much time to prepare, his index and middle fingers pressed your clit. You twitched at the feeling, fingers holding his arm for safety. He started to rub circular motions, making you take a heavy breath.

Low moans pushed past your lips, your thighs spreading more at the feeling. James held your hip with his other hand, holding you to his chest.

"James, I feel so warm," you express, not understanding why the slow-motion felt so good. James chuckled his lips against the shell of your ear. Your body jerked at a sudden wave of nerves, your hands gripping his large wrist. "Don't stop, don't stop," you pleaded, holding his hand to your cunt. James's fingers speed up, moans leaking from your throat.

"Does your pretty pussy like the attention baby?" James coo's, watching as you spasm and become a moaning mess in his lap. You're mumbling through moans, begging him not to stop. You feel an electric sensation spread through your body, your mind blank as you glow in the glory.

"So good James, so good," you ramble, eyes slightly opened as you lay completely in his embrace. James pressed kisses against your head, showering you in affection. "I know it does pretty girl, you were perfect, made such pretty sounds," James praises, making your mind fuzzy.

"Again, please touch me again," you beg, your body still feeling needy. You desperately want to feel that pleasure again, it felt like heaven. James smiled into your hair, parting your legs wider.

"Okay pretty girl, I'm going to try something new," James explained, his fingers moving against your folds. Your body shudder, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You whine as his finger slide against your clit, you twitch in his grasp. "You're okay, I'm not going to play with your clit anymore," he mused against your ear.

"I'm going to stuff you full with my fingers, would you like that baby?" James questioned, his fingers prodding at your dripping entrance. Your mind didn't understand much what he meant, but your body craved the attention so you pleaded for him.

"Please, I wanna be filled, hurts so bad," you completely crumble, tears lodging between your eyelids as you let out a sob. James pulls back slightly, his non-occupied hand coming to hold your face so he can see your pretty face.

"It's okay baby, you're doing so well for me," James distracted you while his fingers pushed deep inside, you let your mouth fall open. Your body gripped around his two large fingers, eyes twitching as you let out a whimper.

"Jamsie, oh god," you rasped, your nails digging into his arms from the pleasured intrusion. James has a smirk on his face, eyes filled with a longing love.

"Does it feel good pretty girl?" James asked a hum on his lips from your reaction. He adored the way your body shook, you took his finger so well. You couldn't answer, you just stared into his eyes with deep lust.

"Move them, move them," you repeat, lost in the sensation. James pushes you back into his chest, letting your lean into him for support. He complies with your wishes, his fingers curling into your warmth. You gasp, a loud moan gets pulled from your vocals. James doesn't waste time, his fingers curl and search for your golden spot.

James doesn't take long to find it, his fingers moving at a glorious pace as his fingers move just right. Your body loses it, your hands gripping at anything you could find. You let your eyes close, another new feeling filling you.

His fingers abuse your cunt, you let out a loud whimpering moan when another finger gets pushed through. His gentle fingers curl and twist deep inside of you, they moved fast but not hard. You could only grip his wrist, your body arching to get closer.

Before you can realize it, your orgasm hits you fast and quick. It makes you see spinning stars, your body limp against James's chest. James lets you take a moment to relax, his fingers still buried deep inside you.

"I'm going to take them out, I know your sensitive but I've got you," James whispered softly, his fingers slipping away from your quivering cunt. You whimper, his used fingers covered in your juices. Before he can wipe them, you grab his wrist and pull it towards you.

You take his coated fingers into your mouth, James stiffens from behind you. You suck his fingers clean, your tongue running between the slit of his fingers. You turn towards James slightly, cunt throbbing as you look up at him with wide innocent eyes.

"Filthy girl, you should've shared with me," James says, his fingers slipping from your mouth. You almost whine from the loss, but James's tongue meets your own. You sigh, his lips forming over yours.

When he pulls away, James wipes his fingers over his lips. He makes sure he gets all the taste, a deep groan leaves his lips.

"Fuck baby, I've should've made you ride my face. You taste like candy," James compliments, a glorious smirk on his lips.

"It's not too late," you comply, a greedy need wanting his mouth on you. James laughs, pulling you closer.

"Alright, let's get started then..."

#james potter #the marauders #james potter smut #young james potter #young marauders #marauders smut #james potter x reader #james potter x reader smut #james potter blurb #james potter x you #james potter fluff #the marauders era

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kingexpl0sionmurder · 4 years ago

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk. Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker: Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face.

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers.

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well.

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.”

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip.

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much.

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.”

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached.

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication.

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it?

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation.

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

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In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo.

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this.

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends.

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account.

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was.

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit.

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked. But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head.

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box.

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.”

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?”

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once.

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.”

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Spoiled (fushiguro megumi x reader)

REQUEST: Can I get a dom megumi x fem reader fic where the reade is being a HUGEEE brat & megumi has no choice but to break her

| PAIRINGS: dom!fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

| WARNINGS: rough megumi, brat reader, dom/sub, lil bit of dacryphilia oop, explicit language, degradation, unprotected sex (be safe)

| WORD COUNT: 1,647

A/N: so... back to uhhh megumi having a thing for making you cry uhmm 😳 i kinda see megumi as a more soft kinda dom?? idk if that makes sense because he really likes to please you but when you get too need or too annoying he just snaps and goes feral?? yeah anyway lol i hope you like it and it’s what you expected! enjoy!!

Megumi was usually patient with you.

He knew you were quite loud at times when you were with him, reaching the point of being needy, always wanting his attention on you and only you. Even if these occasions weren’t common, He always spoiled you whenever you wanted, rewarding you with the best orgasms of your life.

However, the moments when you wanted his full attention on you became more and more recurrent lately.

Your small hands made their way under Megumi’s shirt, caressing his bare chest as your lips pressed against his neck while he was studying some book about curses. You wanted him. You heard a small, deep sigh and you smirked; It was working. In the other side, Megumi began to feel something igniting inside of himself, a feeling that came close to how he reacted when his friends were noisy.

Annoyance.

“Please~” Your hands came out of his shirt, walking around him until you were in front of him. You were brave enough to take his book out of his hands, placing it on his desk as you sat on one of his knees, legs on each side of it. You smiled in your mind, praising yourself for wearing a skirt that day. His eyes met with yours, a stoic expression you were too focused on changing into a pleasure one. “Megumi, I need you.”

What was it? He couldn’t find the words to describe you right now.

And as he watched you run your hands over his torso until they were about to reach his jeans, a serious expression never leaving his face, jaw clenched, it finally hit him. The words came to his mind as you tried to get some friction for relief, moving against his thigh like-

“A spoiled brat.”

Before you could even react to his poisonous remark, one of his hand was already holding you by the back of your neck, pushing you towards him as his lips captured yours roughly. Megumi swallowed each of your moans as his free hand guided your movements against his thigh, already feeling the wetness passing through your underwear and staining his jeans.

When he pulled away, you lingered for more, to stay close to him like that again, but Megumi had other plans. His hand grabbed your chin, his thumb making its way inside your warm mouth as he pressed you down even harder, all the friction going directly to your clit and filling the room with your muffled moans.

“You always have to get away with everything, don’t you?” Megumi’s voice was low and full of annoyance, watching as your tongue played with his thumb and some of your saliva started running down your chin. “Look at you. Can’t even keep your fucking drool inside your mouth. Are you that desperate?”

You could only shake your head no and something inside Megumi snapped. So you were just going to interrupt his study session and then pretend like you were all innocent? He’s had enough with you being needy and he was going to show you.

The way Megumi manhandled you to the bed was new to you, already missing the friction you were getting by his thigh. He placed you on your knees and you looked for support by placing your hands on the headboard, feeling his heavy presence behind you as your skirt was lifted to reveal your underwear and ass.

“Fucking brat.” Megumi let out an almost animalistic growl when his fingers traced your clit over your clothed cunt, his thumb playing with your entrance as you clenched around nothing, whining as your hips pushed back subconsciously. “You’re this wet already from riding my thigh? God, you really wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?”

He wasn’t giving you a chance to answer his question, expertise fingers pushing your panties to the side to finally slip two fingers inside your core, the stretching sting making you moan loudly in pleasure. The squelching sound of your wetness being fucked by his fingers was lewd, and Megumi took notice of this as his free hand unzipped his jeans.

“You’re so messy I could just slide my cock inside you, make that pussy cream all over me.” Megumi brought his chest to press against your back, fingers curling inside you and rubbing that sweet spot you both knew too well. He smirked against your ear as you pushed your head back, a sob coming out of your mouth. “Tell me how much you want my cock to fuck you raw.”

You could feel it. The way the tip of his hard cock was already pressing against your ass cheek. The way Megumi was so turned on he was annoyed. And you could also already feel the way he was going to ruin you. He was already ruining you with his fingers and words alone.

“Megumi, I-I want your cock, please!” You looked over your shoulder at him, tears prickling around your eyes as his fingers kept abusing your cunt, hips trying to meet his thrusts. “Please, Megumi, please I...” A throaty moan interrupted your own words as his fingers slipped out of you suddenly, leaving you with emptiness.

“Not so brave now, huh?” Megumi mocked you as his cock started pushing against your entrance, sliding inside you to the brim in a swift motion. Tears started running down your face thanks to the stretch and the pleasure you were feeling, not being able to hold back your moans anymore and Megumi loved it. “Go on. Tell me how desperate you are for a good fuck.”

His hips started thrusting slow and deep, making you feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you. Megumi smirked when he could already see your juices coating all over his shaft. You could only tighten your grip on the headboard, face falling down as your hips pushed back, trying to feel more of him.

“No, no.” His hands gripped your hips, not allowing you to move anymore and you almost complained but you knew better than to do that right now. “You think you can just interrupt me,” This particular thrust went harder, making you go forward and letting out a yelp. “ride my thigh like a desperate slut,” He almost slipped out of you before thrusting again, punctuating his own words with his movements. “and think you can just take control while I fuck you?” Another thrust had you whining loudly, trying to look back at him with a blurry sight by your tears.

“M-Megumi, I’m sorry, please, I need your cock I just-“ The sight of your pink cheeks covered by your tears almost made him explode right there and then, hands gripping your face to make you look at him as his hips started slamming against you in a quick pace.

“That’s it, baby. Cry for me.” Megumi moaned, his fast and deep thrusts had the tip of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside of you as you struggled to keep your eyes open, balls slapping against your ass. “Take my cock like the slutty brat you are.”

And, oh, were you enjoying every moment of this. The way his hands were gripping your face so roughly and the way his cock kept abusing your cunny was driving you insane. Your hold on the headboard was getting weak and when Megumi let go of your face, your body gave up, falling to the mattress, head pressed against your pillow.

Megumi’s hands gripped your hips tightly enough to bruise as he kept fucking you hard and fast, your sobs and moans only pushing him to keep going. You were close. And he could feel it by the way you were clenching around him.

“Tell me you love my cock.” One of his hands grabbed you by the hair, pulling your head back so he could hear you moaning his name more clearly. When he was only met by the slapping noises of your bodies and your loud cries of pleasure, Megumi circled his hips inside you, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Say it, brat. And you better keep crying.”

“I love- love your cock s- much” You babbled out, hands fisting the shits as he kept with his ravishing pace. Megumi couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, watching you get drunk off his cock.

It was just to much. You were so close and gone you felt like passing out if he kept fucking you as hard as he was. Your pussy clenched around him, almost as if your body didn’t want to let him go for even a second, hips trying to meet his movements. You almost screamed when his hand snaked under you, reaching your clit to rub circles around it.

“You gonna cum? Gonna cream all over my cock as I keep fucking your bratty cunt? C‘mon, baby. C’mon, cum around me.”

And his encouraging words plus the attention in your most sensitive part were enough to make you see starts, cumming around him like he told you too as his name fell out of your mouth like a mantra. His hips stilled deep inside you, enjoying the moment of your clenching walls.

“Good girl.” He kissed the back of your shoulder as you were coming down from your high, your cunt sensitive enough that the smallest movement of his cock inside you threw you into overstimulation. And the way Megumi turned you around still impaled on his cock made you cry out, legs wrapping around his waist “But I’m not done with you yet.”

“F-Fuck!” You moaned as his fingers met your clit once again, arching your back and trying to pull away from his touch.

“You wanted my attention, baby,” Megumi smirked, hard cock throbbing inside you as he slipped out again. “And that’s what you’re going to get, you spoiled brat.”

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