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orbitariums · 5 years ago

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𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦 | 𝐜𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 (𝟏)

welcome to the first part of girls on film!

i made this thinking of steve having his first experience with a cam girl. i hope u enjoy!!! this is a series, next part will be coming soon!!!

description: steve rogers is in a rut. for the first time in forever, captain america wants to have sex. the only problem is that he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he's certainly not the kind to have a one night stand. a cam site, girlsonfilm.com is his last resort -- and thank god for it, because through there, he found you.

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warnings: sex work, porn, dirty talk, smut, age gap

Steve Rogers was filled to the brim with lust. It was a feeling he didn't get often. But for the past couple of weeks, it had been creeping up on him like a bad cold. He was distracted, not like himself, zoned out. He seemed detached and uninterested, all to hide that on the inside he felt like a cat in heat. He didn't know what to do with this sudden burning. He knew if he had sex, or sexual interactions, the conflict would at least begin to resolve itself.

He'd be sated in the way he desired and knew he wanted -- needed. But there was a problem with that as well - he wasn't in a relationship at the moment, so he couldn't have sex with a partner. He didn't even have time to initiate a relationship and get to that level. And Steve Rogers was good old fashioned Captain America, who didn't want to have a one night stand just to fulfill his desires. He would feel uncomfortable just diving in with a girl he hardly knew because he felt like he needed a stronger connection and because he didn't want to use someone in that way.

And masturbation hardly helped. He needed the real thing, and more than a few rounds of it. He didn't quite understand why he felt this way, it was so rare. Of course he was a man with a sex drive, but it was typically limited to finding a woman on the street attractive or wanting to start a relationship with a woman who wasn't tied to his job, or figuring out the new things that he was attracted to.

He raised his eyebrows at his own self sometimes - who knew he liked high heels so much? But this was different. In this case, he absolutely needed relief, and soon, lest he fall further down the rabbit hole of indifference and inner frustration.

But it took a few weeks for anyone to really say anything about Steve's changed attitude -- his apparent unconcern, irritation, bits of anxiety and hiding his feelings. Specifically Tony. Steve was sitting in the meeting room with seemingly no purpose, just staring at the TV ahead of him, with his legs spread out. He was gently bouncing his right leg, thinking embarrassingly NSFW thoughts in his head.

That was when Tony walked in, yet to be noticed by Steve, who had pretty much spaced out. Tony raised a suspicious brow, then whistled loudly, making Steve look his way, tuning back in to Earth.

"Steve-o, good to see you," Tony grinned, the corner of his lip turning up. Steve narrowed his eyes slightly at the sound of the annoying nickname.

He sighed, his voice lower and huskier than usual, as it had been during these past few deprived weeks,

"Tony. How can I help you?"

"I think today what we're asking is- how can I help you? Been meaning to talk to you," Tony quipped, and Steve sighed even heavier internally - there would be no good coming from this, he thought. "Step into my office!"

The words were like knives on a chalkboard. Tony was on some type of mental health bend ever since he had finally started therapy - he felt the need to check in with his fellow Avengers, typically inviting them to an "office session" with those very words. There was no resisting. Steve knew better than to try, and slowly rose to his feet to get up and talk with Tony.

"Attaboy," Tony patted Steve's back, leading him to his office where he sat down behind his desk and had Steve sit on a chair in front of him. He adjusted his tie and cleared his throat, and clasped his hands together. "So. What's been going on?"

Steve winced slightly, confused and a little embarrassed. He knew he had been acting different, but he didn't think it was that bad. And he didn't want to have to admit what was going on with him to Tony.

"You can tell me," Tony prodded, and Steve frowned slightly.

"Why'd you call me in here?"

"Rogers, everyone's been seeing that you're acting... iffy lately. Less control freak, less robotic super-soldier, less-"

"Alright," Steve cut Tony off, furrowing his brows together.

"I've seen it too, but it was Nat who asked me to say something to you. She thinks I'm actually good at talking to people, can you imagine? Anyway, you gotta own up to it. You've been off these past few weeks. Any reason why?"

Steve took a breath, opened his mouth to answer, then closed it. He blinked and folded his arms in front of his chest. If he wanted to hide that something was going on, there was no use anymore. Tony leaned back in his chair, waiting for a response.

"I..." he started, and Tony became intrigued, leaning forward. "I just..."

Tony raised a brow,

"Cat got your tongue? Y'know what Steve, I'm thinking maybe you need someone you can really talk to. If it isn't me, which... wouldn't make much sense, maybe it's someone else. A girlfriend?"

"That's it!" Steve exclaimed, a bit too excitedly. He recomposed himself, nodding calmly. "That's exactly it. I need a girlfriend. But more specifically, I need... what a girlfriend can give me. Does that... make sense?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, very intrigued now, and a little smirk appeared on his lips. He nodded slowly,

"Oh it makes a lot of sense. I would've thought you'd have no problem with that, my friend."

Steve sighed, folding his arms,

"More trouble than you'd think. I want this, but... I don't have time to go out and meet someone and then... you know-"

"Bump uglies."

Steve's face morphed into a concerned grimace at Tony's choice of words, and he continued speaking with a raised brow and pursed lip,

"Right. And, I don't wanna just..."

"Have a one night stand."

“Right," Steve nodded, slowly becoming more and more uncomfortable with the topic of sex although it was all that was on his mind. "So I'm just... a little bit conflicted, that's all."

Tony seemed to understand, but he was also slightly amused, smirking slightly,

"So, let me get this straight. Captain America's been acting disconnected and aloof because he's horny?"

Steve made a face like he'd eaten a sour candy, and could hardly even nod in replacement of a verbal answer. Tony laughed a bit, clapped his hands together, and began to commend him,

"Amazing! You know, I always wondered - the guy doesn't bring any women home, he doesn't have a missus, what the hell does he do? Does he even think about it? I was concerned for your health, honestly, but I didn't want to overstep."

Steve chuckled,

"Not like you."

"Sure," Tony brushed off the comment, then returned back to the subject, narrowing his eyes slightly in curiosity. "You do jerk off though?"

Steve shrugged.

"I try. I typically... need more, though," Steve became sheepish, his cheeks turning a slight red at the delicate, private manner of the topic.

Tony seemed very surprised by this admission, but very satisfied with the honesty,

"Thank you for sharing, Cap. So your dilemma is - you're tied up because you want to slime the shield, but-"

"Have sex," Steve interrupted, his eyes pinching shut. "Just say have sex."

"Alright- there he is. So, you're conflicted because you want to have sex, but you don't have time for a relationship, and you're too wholesome to have a one night stand."

"You could say that," Steve nodded slowly, agreeing - this talk with Tony was beginning to seem more feasible. Still embarrassing, but a conversation he could have. And if anything good could come from it, he was willing to continue.

"Honestly, pal, you want a solution?"

"Please," Steve leaned forward in his chair, the word coming out more desperate than he had even meant it to. His mouth was becoming dry - he was tired of the futile devices he'd been left to at his own hands.

"Alright. Listen, I'm a changed man, really. But before Pepper, I was what you might call a sugar daddy. You know, I'd buy hot girls things in exchange for sex, or just because I wanted to. I suppose a part of it was due to satisfying my own needs. Now, I know that's not exactly what you're looking for, but hear me out. I'd usually find these girls on cam sites."

"Cam sites?"

"Oh, Steve-o. You are in for a wild ride. These women... they're phenomenal. You wouldn't even believe.

In that hour, Tony had gone over the basics of cam sites. He had emphasized the fact that while cam sites weren't as wholesome as Steve might be hoping, there were many ways to develop a personal relationship with cam girls (that was what they were called, the women Steve would encounter), and receive sexual gratification. It wasn't physical sex, but it might tide Steve over for now, until he could develop those relations in real life.

So, Steve agreed. And it had been on his mind for the remainder of the day. The talk helped though - Steve was slowly coming back down to earth. Just having an option that appeared slightly viable was helpful, and he was looking forward to that night. It was a bit unorthodox, especially for someone like him, but if he could find that real connection Tony was talking about... he'd give it a shot.

So that night, after a hot shower, lots of contemplation and heavy thoughts, he got into bed, freshly clean and warm, shirtless and in a pair of boxers. He placed his laptop in front of him, his room dark and quiet, and typed "girlsonfilm.com" into the search browser. His face shifted almost as soon as he got onto the page - there was a collection of photos of girls, many of them naked or almost naked, smiling up at the camera or sporting their best sexy pouts. Already it was a bit overwhelming, and it was only the welcome page. Tony had told Steve it was best to sign up, so that was exactly what he did.

He used his middle name, "Grant", rather than Steve - because you could never be too safe, and he signed up for an account. Before he was able to view the collection of cam sites, he was given a plethora of interests to pick from. Some were fetish based - BDSM, foot play, scene play, squirting, etc. Others were based on the ratings of the performers, some based on race - Steve raised a brow at that category.

As if race would be a factor to him. He honestly didn't know what to choose from. He hardly knew his interests sexually, and just barely knew what personal qualities he wanted in a girl. So, he pressed the "just get started" button at the top, and it randomized the video selection. He wouldn't be missing out on a thing.

Steve's cheeks grew redder and redder as he scrolled through the site. All the selections were showing previews of the live videos, and seeing so many naked women on screen at once made Steve's face get hot. He clicked through various videos - some girls were simply chatting, others were moaning too much to get a real word out, and others were undressing slowly or praising their customers. They were all interesting and talented, yet none really stood out to him. Up until he found you.

You called yourself "moonrose haze", and you were genuinely smiling, something that made Steve feel less desolate. You seemed to be enjoying yourself, and it seemed as though this were all completely natural to you. You were happy and calm and wistful all at once. The people in your comments were tipping you and asking you to do certain things — Steve was almost confused by some of the requests; why would someone want to see you suck your own toes? But this didn't take away from you. He was enthralled — you were young, gorgeous, and already he liked you as a person though he knew nothing about you. And when he heard your voice, this liking towards you only grew stronger.

He just watched for a while, listening to you speak.

"I just got out of the shower," you grinned dazedly — that would explain why you were wrapped in a white robe, your hair still slightly damp and clinging to your skin.

His eyes flickered down to the comments:

Bob - bobnewman14 How was your shower, ms. Haze?

Nick - virgodick Shower? without me?

"Very funny, Nick," you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. You grinned — you seemed to have a sense of humor, and a few regular fans with whom you had a relationship with. Steve felt encouraged by this, maybe then it would be easy for him to make a connection too. You shifted purposefully so that more of your skin was showing, and instantly got a few more tips. "And my shower was great, Bob. How are you?"

Steve just watched for a while more as you interacted. You weren't doing anything overtly sexual, but your presence was enough. And sure, you were teasing, elongating your performance enough to keep your tips going. You took in a deep sigh, and Steve was entranced by the sound of it, by the softness and color of your lips, the way your hair brushed against your (insert color) skin.

"So... I wanna do a private chat tonight. And I'll be choosing one lucky winner. So comment your name below if you want a 40 minute session with me," you explained. You were articulate and right to the point — Steve liked that about you.

The chat started filling up with names and requests for the private chat. Tony had told Steve about this. He was reluctant at first when you said it, but as he saw how many people were requesting, he realized that now was his chance. He wanted to get to know you as soon as possible, and in a private session he could also get that sexual gratification he was seeking, and have it all to himself. But how to stand out to you?

Tips. Steve saw that you were almost to your tip goal for the night, so he decided he would help you out a little more. He pressed the tip button and entered the value without even batting an eye — he had the money for it and more: $360. He watched as your eyes brightened up and your brows raised, a little gasp escaping your lips.

"Wow, we have a new and very generous customer. Thank you!"

He smiled to himself, and this feeling of satisfaction was rare. He then requested a private session, and it was only a few beats before you accepted and Steve was then rerouted. What first popped up was a webcam that asked "join audio and video?" Steve contemplated it — he wanted you to be comfortable, but for obvious reasons he didn't want to reveal himself just yet. So he clicked "join audio without video", and was then transferred into a private session unique to him. You could hear him, you just couldn't see him.

The two of you were alone, no other customers in sight. And the 40 minutes would be great for getting to know you, so Steve was glad. You were smiling, that genuine smile that met your sparkling eyes.

"Hi!" you cooed. "What's your name?"

"My name's Grant," said Steve, using his fake name. He was speaking into the microphone so you could hear him, but you couldn't see him.

You smiled even wider,

"Hello, Grant. Nice to meet you. It says you joined this website — 33 minutes ago? You're brand new aren't you?

Steve grinned a little, he liked your slightly teasing personality, and you could hear his bemusement in his voice, "Very new. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Grant," you liked him— he seemed formal and polite so far, and he had helped you succeed in reaching your tips goal for the night, you hardly had to do a thing after he joined your live session. "And thank you so much for the tip. You have no idea what it means to me. I'm currently trying to pay for school and be an artist at the same time, and also pay rent. It's kind of crazy. I work another job outside of this."

Steve was surprised. He knew cam girls usually did their shows for an extra source of money, but you seemed to be juggling a lot more than he'd expected,

"It's my pleasure. And I'm sure you'll succeed in everything. I want to help you if I can."

Your heart felt warm. But this was a little too good to be true — you had lots of customers, but it wasn't often that a man came on offering the kind of help you figured Grant was insinuating right away. You went on anyways, but didn't give in just yet,

"You're sweet. So what can I do for you?"

Steve panicked at the question. He didn't know what he wanted to see. He wanted to talk first, then maybe try something sexual towards the end of your time together. For now, he wanted to talk. He wanted the illusion of a connection and relationship before he got the sexual satisfaction he needed.

He shrugged a little, forgetting that you couldn't see him, and tried to sound natural and not nervous,

"I was thinking I could just get to know you for now, if that's alright with you."

You laughed, because you were amused by his charming nature.

"It's more than alright," you flirted gently, and Steve smiled slightly. "You're the customer, Grant."

He was thrown off by the use of the fake name, but he'd have to get used to it.

"So, you go by Moonrose?" Steve asked, curious about your stage name.

"That's me," you quipped, and Steve got a rise out of the confident look that spurred on your face as you confirmed. It seemed you really enjoyed this job and your interactions with others, and he liked that.

"What made you choose that name? It's very nice."

"Thank you, Grant," you flashed a quirky smile. "Well, I love the stars and the moon, I love flowers. I love earth and space. What better way to combine them both than to do it through this?"

"Couldn't agree more," Steve grinned. "It sounds like you like nature a lot?"

"Love. I'm studying environmental policy and astronomy at school. On the side I try to make money as a designer, and I also work at an office for a state rep. And this, of course. I like this a lot. What about you, what do you do?"

Steve admired you for your willingness to change the world, and for how much you balanced at once. If there was anyone who understood stress- it was him. And you probably dealt with a lot yourself.

"Oh, I-I'm uhh... I'm a... scientist," he blurred out the first thing that made sense, and it made a lot of sense - he was surrounded by scientists and scientific experiments - hell, he was one. He could carry a short conversation about the same things as Tony. This would work. "An engineer, actually," he continued.

"Oh wow," you raised your brows, impressed. "Lots of math, I imagine. Hey, you could tutor me if you really wanna help me. I love astronomy but it's kind of kicking my ass."

Steve smirked at your honesty and attitude, and the way you leaned into the camera to express interest in his "life."

"I could, if you want me to," Steve replied, knowing he wasn't that great with math.

You laughed — the sound of your laugh like music to Steve's ears,

"I'm kidding, I won't put you through that. But you're so sweet to offer. I like you."

"I like you," Steve returned, the words flowing so effortlessly out of his mouth. It was easy to talk to you, but you were a force of a woman, and he liked that about you.

You laughed again, and Steve chuckled quietly.

"Hmm," you hummed to yourself, and placed your finger on your lip. "You have this really nice, deep voice. Not creepy or anything. I could listen to you talk for ages. We have over thirty minutes left but I'd love to do another private session with you. Hope I'm not asking too soon."

Unbeknownst to Steve, now you were nervous. It had happened fast, but you felt the chemistry between the two of you. You felt like he was different, and although you couldn't see him, you had an attraction to him, and not just because of the money. So you wanted to talk with him in private again, and you were nervous to ask so soon in the session because you didn't want Steve to feel pressured or on lock, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Steve was overjoyed though. He wanted to see you again, and had been planning on trying for another private session as well as watching your public, live cams. He felt like he knew you already, and getting to know you was a breeze. More would definitely satisfy him.

"I'd love to see you again," he leaned back into his pillows, feeling more comfortable.

You smiled, trying and failing to hide your excitement as you giggled gently,

"Great. I do live shows every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday, just so you know. Private sessions vary."

"I'll clear my calendar," Steve joked playfully, and you smirked.

"I like you," you said again. "So, what made you want to come on here, if you don't mind me asking. You're just very new, as we discussed."

"Well," Steve cleared his throat. He figured he might as well be honest and talk about his problems— you would be the one helping solve them. "I've been having this issue. I've been wanting to be intimate for a while now, but I don't have the resources for that. I want the physical intimacy, but I don't have a girlfriend and I don't have time to get one, and I don't want to do one night stands either, I prefer a deeper connection. So this seemed like a good option. A sort of compromise."

"Wow," you nodded slowly. You got lots of responses to that question, and they all varied — some were similar to this one, but this seemed more unique. You took in everything he said, but couldn't help but prod playfully. "How old are you, Grant? You seem to be very traditional!"

Steve chuckled. Little did you know, this was a loaded question. But he could answer it anyway,

"I'm thirty seven. You?"

"I just turned twenty one! My birthday was two days ago," you replied, and the age difference came as a shock to Steve. He didn't mind it much, but he didn't want to feel like a perv. Then again, you were both adults, but you still felt so young to him. Then again, this was unlike him to begin with and this was a temporary means for satisfaction.

"Wow, you're young. Happy belated birthday," Steve replied, his brows still raised.

"Thank you," you smiled. You began to lay down on your side, playing with the strings of your robe. "I am young. I bet you like that, don't you?"

Steve felt nervous again, a pang in his chest. You were flirtatious by nature, even in regular chats, because you were used to sexual interactions with customers. He felt himself blush slightly at the vulgarity of the simple question— you were practically asking if he had a thing for the age gap. He didn't really know the answer to that question, but he spoke before his throat ran too dry,

"Yeah, I- I do. You're young and bright and..."

You were gazing into the camera, listening to him and batting your lashes, making him stumble on his words. He swallowed hard, saliva coating his dry throat. He shifted slightly, pushing his bedsheets back— it was getting warm.

You just shook your head playfully,

"You're too kind, Steve. Now, are you sure there's not anything I can do for you? Now that you've told me about your problem, I'd love to help you solve it."

Oh. Steve hardly knew what to say in response. But it wasn't long before that feeling crept back on him. He was undoubtedly turned on by you and these unfulfilled opportunities. So he cleared his throat,

"Well. I know we can't touch each other, but I find that... doing it myself... doesn't always suffice."

"I can help you with that," you bit down on your lip. When you realized Steve wasn't sure what you meant, you continued to explain, your voice getting naturally lower and sexier. "I mean I could help you get off. I'll do whatever you want me to do, make it feel like someone is really there with you. A bit like... phone sex. Except you'll be able to see me."

Steve was overwhelmed by the option, but he felt it might help him out. Tony had spoken about it briefly and it was also one of the main things that had attracted him to the site. So he'd try it out.

"That- that sounds great."

You grinned, genuinely excited. Steve — or "Grant", to you — seemed new to this entire experience. You were overjoyed to be his "first."

"So... tell me what you want." A pause. You chuckled a little, biting down on your finger. "Do you know what you want?"

"Honestly? Not really," Steve laughed, and you smiled.

"Well, let's figure that out." You sat up on your knees in your bed and glared down at the camera, a look in your eyes that both intimidated and excited Steve. You were so ready for him already, so interested in his desires and helping him reach them. "Can I take this off for you?"

"You— the robe? Uhm— ye-yes," Steve stammered, taken aback by the look in your eyes, the sound of your voice, and what you were proposing.

You laughed huskily, shaking your head,

"Don't be nervous, Grant. Just do what you want, and tell me what you want."

Steve watched as the robe slowly came off, paying more attention to the way it slid down your shoulders, revealing your arms. The way it pooled at your knees. Then he paid attention to the supple skin of your breasts, the way they perfectly fit your body type.

He was breathing a bit heavier and he found that his boxers were becoming tighter, watching you sit there in front of him, your entire body exposed. It had been quick, yes, but so had the connection. He felt a little more comfortable doing it because of how much he felt like you connected.

"Is that good for you?" you cooed, pouting slightly as you let your hands run along your sides, and then cup your plush breasts, the flesh oozing between your fingers. Steve's throat ran incredibly dry at the sight. You were beautiful and effortlessly sexy, and seeing you naked for the first time in front of him felt so oddly intimate. He swallowed hard and nodded.

"You're fuckin' beautiful," he replied under his breath, gaining a cheeky smile from you - of course he was satisfied, of course you had taken his breath away.

"Thank you, baby," you donned the pet name for him quickly and easily, shifting your shoulders back and forth as you moved rhythmically, teasing him just a bit more before you gave him any more content.

"My god," Steve groaned. He couldn't stop his eyes from looking up and down your body, even if it was only on a screen. He felt like you were close to him, enough that he felt like you were there with him. You were talking to him, actually engaging with him, trying and succeeding to fulfill his sexual needs. He felt himself growing hard underneath his boxers, and his jaw clenched as his hand reached down to palm himself on instinct.

You sighed out, and bit down on your lip, pushing your hair behind your ear as you lay back on the mattress slightly, slowly opening your legs. As your sensuous thighs parted, Steve let out a suppressed moan as you exposed the soft flesh between your legs. You were turned on by the situation as much as he was, your folds glistening with hints of arousal. Your fingers danced around your thighs and your stomach, skillfully avoiding that bundle of nerves and everything close to it.

"You like that, Grant?" you asked, and Steve fell through, shaking his head and gripping his erection in his strong, large hand.

"Call me Steve, that's my real name. Ca-call me Steve," he stammered, not thinking of any type of consequences - he was still using a fake username, and you had no idea what he looked like. His identity wouldn't be guessable, and he was being careful otherwise. He just knew that he only wanted to hear you moan his real name.

You didn't mind the switch. You knew lots of customers used aliases to protect their identities for various reasons.

"Okay, Steve, do you like seeing my pussy spread open for you?" you asked, your voice reeling him in.

A grunt escaped Steve's lips as he continued to palm himself over his boxers, waiting for instruction from you. He felt himself throbbing underneath his touch.

"I wanna hear you say it, honey," you smirked, deciding you'd have a some fun teasing him - he didn't seem the dominant type, at least not yet. You could help him figure out his fantasies by instructing him. "Can you tell me how much you love it?"

Steve practically whined, his voice coming out in desperate strings.

"I love it so much. I just want to see you touch yourself for me, doll," Steve replied, surprising himself with the request and the use of the pet name.

You moaned, leaning your head back at the sound of his voice, which made you even more wet for him and made you feel all warm inside. You liked hearing him express what he needed, liked knowing you were the one who was fulfilling his needs.

"Mm, god yes, I just wish you were here so I didn't have to touch myself," you bit down on your lip, your hands caressing your chest, spreading your legs a little further. "Can you touch yourself too? I wanna fuck myself while you get off to me. How's that sound, Steve?"

Steve felt like he was on fire, his jaw clenched to the extreme, his eyelids heavy and his eyes darkened. It was as if you had unlocked a different, unseen side to him -- the side of him he'd been so desperately trying to satisfy for all that time.

"I can do that, doll," he breathed out heavily, his voice constricted and dark.

You moaned quietly as you let your fingers travel between your legs, teasing your own clit as you circled it with your fingers. Despite how quickly things had escalated, Steve felt close to you already - and felt like he was with you even more now. Watching you touch yourself was the breaking point for him, a needy grunt escaping his pink lips as he reached down his boxers, guiding his hard cock out. It sprung up against his stomach and he groaned at the contact against his skin.

"God, your moans are so hot. I want you to stroke your cock for me, okay baby? I want you to be as loud as possible, I want it to feel like I'm there with you," you instructed slowly, your eyes scrunching tight as you continued the circles against your clit, making your fingers move quicker and rougher.

Steve's eyes were trained on your fingers against your heat, how wet you were getting for him, almost not believing how much it turned him on.

"Mhm," he hummed in agreement, starting to close his hand around his erection, slowly but surely stroking it up and down, almost painstakingly slowly. He wanted to last for you.

"You're so good for me baby, fuck," you dipped a finger inside of yourself, easily sliding into your slit because of how wet you were for him. "Fuck, I can feel you inside of me. How many fingers, Stevie?"

Steve groaned under his breath at the sight of you fingering yourself, your middle finger pushing slowly in and out of your hot slit, stroking himself harder now. You asked him a question, but he didn't quite understand,

"I-I'm sorry?"

"How many fingers to make it feel like you're inside of me?" you huffed out, working your finger faster inside of yourself.

When he realized what you meant, Steve felt himself twitch inside his hands, and little spurts of cum shot out from his tip, unexpectedly. There it was, that simple release, even if slight and not complete, it was still extremely satisfying. Normally he'd last much longer, but just you saying that had triggered him, and he was taken by surprise when he came. He felt like he was finally purged, huffing out loudly as he kept going,

"Fuck, I just came, baby."

You made a face, surprised,

"Really?"

"Keep going, I can keep going," he panted, continuing to stroke himself, slowing down a bit.

"Yeah?" you bit down on your lip, excited by him and his stamina. "How many fingers, baby?"

"God, fuck..." Steve didn't even care about how much he was swearing - why should he? "Three fingers, doll."

"Mm, I love it when you call me that, Stevie," you smirked, and you slid one more finger inside, gently scissoring yourself open. "Are you that big, baby? Three fingers?"

Your coquettish whimpers sent Steve into another dimension. He wanted you even more, but this felt like he was really there with you, your erotic narration giving him the illusion that you were there, being intimate with him. He nodded, a knot tied in his throat,

"Just for me."

You cried out when you pushed the third finger inside, feeling almost all the fingers on your right hand fill you up, your stomach twitching with that orgasmic feeling,

"Oh my god, yes. You're so big, Steve, your cock is stretching me out. You like how I feel around you?"

Steve could hardly reply, but he choked out a response,

"You feel so good around me, baby. Like an angel. So good around my cock."

The dirty talk, which he usually would find awkward or even out of character, came out so naturally, not forced. You brought it out of him with ease, bringing him to climax over and over. He was focused on all of you, every part of you. Even with your head rolled back, eyes in the back of your head, lips parted, and legs spread for him, he found you beautiful, admired the way your skin glowed and the way your hair hung down.

"I just wanna be good for you," you thrust your fingers inside of yourself, maneuvering them so well that you couldn't get enough. "I wanna come for you, Steve."

"Mhm, just wait for me, darling."

You pouted, curling your fingers and pushing them in and out as fast as you could, still trying not to come,

"Baby, you feel so good. You're so big, fuck."

"I know you wanna come baby. You're so wet for me, god damn," Steve groaned salaciously, observing how you quite literally dripped all down your thighs.

It only took a few more minutes of dirty talk and stroking himself for Steve to reach his second orgasm of the night, watching as you changed positions to your knees to finger yourself from behind, your head turned so you could watch him. He could see every reaction on your face, how your eyebrows twisted and your lips twitched.

"I'm coming again, doll," Steve swallowed hard, watching as the thick white ropes spilled out from him, onto his bedsheets and rock hard abs, panting and moaning loudly into his built in microphone.

"Oh, I wish I could see you come for me, Steve, feel it inside of me."

"Come on, come for me, baby."

You let out a shriek of satisfaction as you began to release around your fingers, rocking back and forth on your hand as you rode out your high.

"Oh fuck!" you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut. "Steve, I-"

"That's okay, Moonrose," he called you by your stage name for the first time since you had started. "Shit, yeah, that's it."

You kept riding out your high until you were finished, your entire body shaking even by the time you were done, laying face first in your sweaty bedsheets, your hands at your sides. When you got yourself back together, Steve could go again, but he was sated for now, since he knew you were probably done.

"How was that?" you panted, finally turning to face the camera, your entire body hot and flushed.

Steve was smiling, elated. You had done what he had needed, and he felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Not only did you have that connection, but Steve felt pleasured sexually, as if it weren't just through a screen. He could only imagine what you'd be like in real life, but he didn't want to get too ahead of himself.

"You were beautiful, Moonrose. Thank you, so much, honestly. I-I don't know how to repay you."

"Well. You could pay me," you joked playfully, but Steve was right on it, adding another couple hundred to your account. "Oh shit, really? Oh my god, you're the best."

"You are. Honestly, I've been in such a rut these past few weeks. It's safe to say you helped."

"I'm glad to hear that Steve," you grinned. You felt filled with joy as well - for some reason you felt so comfortable with Steve, so intimate. You wanted to talk to him more. You wanted to get to know him more, and he wanted to do the same. You glanced up at the clock on the top of the private chat, and pouted slightly. "We've only got a minute left."

"I guess this is goodbye?" Steve replied, his brow quirking up in amusement.

"I guess so," you sighed out in pleasure. You paused, then spoke, your voice a bit more serious. "I hope I can talk to you again, Steve. This was... amazing. I feel like..."

"Like I know you," Steve finished her sentence for her, though he hardly meant to. He didn't want this to become anything more than what it was, and though he wanted to build that connection, he also knew he had to be careful and think before he spoke or acted.

"Yeah," you nodded, with a relieved smile. "It's like you sort of understand me, and it's weird. But I love it. It's different. And you were... so fucking hot. Are you really not having sex in real life? Because if you are, I'm not mad. Whoever's getting it is lucky."

"I'm really not," Steve chuckled, bashful at the vulgar compliment. "But thank you."

"Well, ten seconds. Keep in touch?"

"I will. Nice meeting you, doll."

This time you blushed. You really did like that nickname,

"You too, Steve."

And the camera switched off. That night, feeling lighter than ever, more satisfied than ever, Steve could only think about you. But he didn't know all the wonderful things this would lead to.

ok so that's it omg! i hope u all enjoyed this, let me know if i should make a series out of it!!! thank u for reading, have a safe quarantine!

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers reader insert #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel smut #marvel imagines #marvel oneshot #marvel #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x you #smut #captain america smut #steve rogers smut #reader insert

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daisy--sorbet · 4 years ago

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heyyy, hope you’re having a good night!! if you have the energy and feel okay answering, what’s up w taz graduation? i haven’t checked it out yet but i was thinking ab it. just asking bc you’re the first person i saw talk ab the show having serious issues, but also feel free to not answer this!! hope you have a good week!

i took a nice hot bath, had a strawberry kiwi capri-sun, and did a nice face mask and i’m feeling pretty good - so, y’know what anon? let’s talk about it.

for anyone who likes taz grad who sees this post: it’ll be tagged with “taz grad hate” (although i feel hate is definitely a very strong word - it’s for the simplicity of tagging it) - so please block the tag if you don’t want to see this post (especially because i put a readmore on a post before and it didn’t show up on mobile and instead gave the full post). mobile tumblr has a tag blocking system, so please feel free to use it! i don’t mind haha

anyway, so this is... probably going to be a lost post, and i wanna go ahead and preface it: this absolutely isn’t any hate on the mcelroys themselves. i love the brothers and their dad a lot, and while i doubt any of them would ever see this (or have it sent to them, or shown to them, because im pretty sure they try to distance themselves from this sort of thing), i just want to make it clear that criticizing a product is different than bashing a person. which brings me to the point of if i do end up sounding as if im bashing someone - please call me out on it! it’s not my intention to target anyone.

with that said, let’s talk about this campaign.

so my problems are as thus: the railroading, the shipping (a fandom problem, but it’s present in the podcast), the NPCs, and some misc problems others have addressed better than i have.

which. i know. that’s basically the entire podcast. (i promise i’ll bring up some positive points to balance it all out). keep in mind i’ve only personally listened to... what, six episodes? and it was enough for me to drop it. some people dropped it first ep, some dropped it ep four, and others are still forcing themselves to listen.

the railroading

there was a time i could handle travis and his railroading [making sure the story goes exactly the way he has planned], because it was the very beginning of the podcast and that’s what you can kind of expect from a plot-heavy podcast. hell, i wouldn’t mind it if the interactions and goofs weren’t a huge part of why i listen to TAZ in particular (which, by the way, is why amnesty still stuck out to me - even if there was a direction griffin wanted to push them towards, the interactions between the players (or players and npcs) made up for any railroading). it’s kind of hard to not railroad a little when it’s story-heavy and you’re trying to built up a world that you’ve put a lot of thought into. however, a huge part of d&d is the spontaneity.

it’s kind of why i think balance was so popular. while there was railroading towards the end, there was the presence of improv that made it all good. most mcelroy content is enjoyed because of the goofs. the magic brian moment is memorable. the jenkin’s fight still stands out because it was funny (albeit a result of some bad rolls). the boys teasing angus sticks out because the four would play well off of each other. even without that - griffin had talked about how he had to roll with things (the fact he had planned for a fight atop the train, but ditched the idea for what his family members came up with instead). even in amnesty, a couple moments that stick out to me still are ned with the jetpack taking out a pizza hut sign, and the scene with the water where jake was trapped inside. they aren’t as fun, but they still stand out as “things i didnt expect to really end the way they did.”

with grad, it’s just. one after another. the thundermen want to subpoena a xorn? cool, let’s run with that until actually the xorn gets fed rocks and goes home and who cares about the subpoena now. fitzroy wants to keep his cloak? lets talk about it for a while and you also get no rolls to even try to keep it. fitzroy goes to meet higglemas in his office? oh, why are you here fitzroy? im going to keep asking you until you answer fitzroy? you arent getting out of this scene until you answer me, fitzroy, so just tell me why you’re here already, alright, fitzroy?

and even later in a episode i read a transcript of: hey argo, remember how you have this whole secret motivation? fuck you, im gonna talk about it here in your dream and reveal it to listeners and remove any tension you had building up, and you dont get a choice to talk about it because this all-knowing villain knows all about it :)

and even NOW in the latest episode, there’s a comment that “we should cap argo’s skills here” instead of just... making the checks higher. rogues are good at certain things and usually arent the best in battles. better hope argo never makes it to level 11, because who knows how people are gonna handle the fact that he gets a skill that’ll make it so certain skills can’t have a roll below 10 (reliable talent).

(griffin, thankfully, calls travis out for that, but still - travis, why would you even imply that, considering you should be aware of how rogues work considering magnus multiclassed into rogue and you played one on tiny heist?)

and in the newest episode, their Big Bad chaos (which, god, i personally hate that name) straight-out says “dont do this” to the thundermen. travis tries to say, on twitter, “a character saying “dont do this” is different than me saying it” but i need to point out that it’s one thing if you’ve said “no” in character but worked with the PCs doing otherwise, but the railroading says differently.

the shipping

ill try to make this quick, because it’s nothing to do with the fandom (ship however you want, man) - but i really feel the need to draw attention to this.

fitzroy, as confirmed by griffin in a ttazz episode, is asexual. not aroace, but ace nonetheless. and i find it... troublesome that the idea of rainer and fitzroy having a relationship is still pushed nonetheless, despite the fact that fitzroy (to my knowledge) was never once shown to reciprocate any feelings. not to be that person, but i really hope that grad doesnt have any sort of romantic relationships in it (at least - not between NPCs and PCs unless they’re actually like... warranted?).

i dont know, man. one of my closest friends is ace, and i know she wants a relationship, but i think it would reassure her a lot to see an ace character who isn’t pushed into one in case she ever changes her mind. someone once mentioned that they hope fi/tz/ra/in doesnt happen because theres relationships that have that “oh, you can just date” and it goes upwards there to “oh, you can have sex just to please them <3″ (which, to be honest, is kind of a gross mindset - if someone isnt interested, they arent interested).

also, uh, the TTAZZ where griffin states this, there’s kind of the mention tht the whole sexuality question was posed in relation to the episode “creative thinking” (the dream one i mentioned earlier) - which. uh. i don’t know if anyone caught this, but... rainer straight-up wrote fitzroy a letter in the dream like “are you going to accept my proposal? a girl doesn’t like to be left waiting” which. leaves me with some gross feelings because uh.

if... if the whole thing about fitzroys sexual orientation was addressed here, then why would you push your ship anyway? feels kinda iffy, man.

to which i want to say: fitzroy can date. he’s allowed to date. griffins allowed to do whatever he wants with his character. but when a lot of the flirting is met with nothing, i’m not gonna see the chemistry there. just because travis ships it doesn’t mean it’s canon.

the npcs

ah yes. lets talk about the npcs.

there’s... a lot. a lot a lot. i think travis trimmed down how many were present in a scene, but uh. there’s still a lot. and... uh... i kinda wish there wasn’t?

look, i know im going back to balance/amnesty, but just. hang in there for a moment. chill with me. vibe.

balance didnt have too many NPCs present at all times in each mini-arc. gerblins had some big names like barry, klarg, gundren, killian, yeemick, and magic brian. rockport limited had angus, jess, graham the juicy wizard jenkins, and all of the tom bodetts mentioned.

amnestys first arc had mama, barclay, jake, dani, pigeon, kirby, minerva, and that was about it for like. big names? and not all of them were present in each scene.

in the first episode of grad alone: gary, hernandez, jimson, rolandus, zana, rhodes, buckminster eden, rainer, leon, tomas, hieronymous, higglemas, stuart, jackle, bartholomeus, mulligan, groundsy, germaine/victoria/rattles (the skeleton crew). and those are the ones i wrote down (minus groundsy, who i just. ignores. idk him).

like holy shit, my english prof got onto me for having too many characters in my first chapter and i didnt even have half the amount listed there!

it’s just a huge cast. does this take place in a school? yes! theres bound to be a lot of students present - but you don’t have to name every single one of them, at least not in the first episode!

the miscellaneous

i don’t know if travis ever actually addressed it, but wheelchair users have actually like... said that rainer’s introduction bothered them, because she was like “please ask me abt my wheelchair :)” when travis saying she was in an ornate chair would have sufficed.

uh. the colonization vibes people have discussed within the centaur arc. mentioned here, the replies here, and this post (and its replies) here as well.

the overall lack of d&d when the campaign was kind of advertised as a return to d&d if i remember correctly

also no one seems to be taking literally any criticism at all which like. ignoring the petty shit, sure, but people have stopped donating to taz and their listener-ship must have dropped some during this entire time - you’d think that maybe someone could say “we need to find out why people dont like the thing and fix the thing” consider this is. yknow. their livelihood.

anyway uhhh

tl;dr: travis railroads way too much (even now), the shipping in-game has become pushy and gross (especially bc its shoving a relationship onto an asexual character), theres too many npcs that dont stand out well enough, and no ones taking any criticism about the major issues with grad.

#taz grad hate #taz graduation hate #Anonymous #ok im gonna go to sleep now goodnight #maybe ill wake up to hate tbh that'll be wild

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lovesarangfirst · 8 years ago

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Destiny::GD::Part 21::Balance

[Your POV]

After GD’s announcement of you two dating, things were crazy. Fans were divided, although most were okay with you two dating and supported you, the news outlets were constantly posting about you two, and then people realized you were the girl at the airport with Kiko. They realized what you both meant when you were talking. But the search engines had Big Bang, 24/7, Hyorin, and GD at the top for the several days and still going.

“Well we’re not dead so that’s good.”You shrugged as you and the members sat on the couch to watch a drama. “You mean at least you and GD oppa are not dead.”Jiyeon corrected,”But at least both our fandoms still support us all.” “I’m just wondering how you’re feeling about your first public date coming up.”Insook reminded.

It wasn’t really a ‘public’ date but now that you guys didn’t have to hide in disguise or go out at random times, you guys weren’t going to. After talking you guys were okay with going out as yourselves and whenever you wanted.

“I’m sure it will be fine.”You shrugged,”It’s not we’re purposely going to go out in stage clothes or make up to be easily noticed. Just casual. If the media sees us, they see us.” “How is Mino taking all this?”Bibi asked,”And how about your shippers?”

Mino hasn’t talked to you since the concert and you didn’t expect him to. You know his feelings were hurt, even though you let him know that you wouldn’t and couldn’t be with him. You tried to apologize but you never get a message or call back, he even goes out of his way to avoid you at the company. As for the shippers, after Mino saved your life a new shipping fandom arose and pictures of you two at the airport put fuel to the fire. But when the news broke out about you and GD, all hell broke loose. They were upset that Mino risked his life for you and you ended up with someone else. Even going as far as to say that you picked GD only because he was more famous and made more money. It did make you cry once but you reminded yourself that you knew the truth.

“He won’t talk to me.”You sighed,”And as for the shippers, there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m not going to lead them on too, you know?” “How is GD taking it?”Eunseo asked, eating some popcorn. “Why wouldn’t he be okay?”Insook asked,”He’s the one who decided to make it public.” “Right?”You laughed a bit,”But he’s loving it. He can be open and honest for once with a relationship, which he could never do it in the past.” “But now you guys are on thin ice with YG-nim.”Jiyeon reminded. You looked at her and squinted your eyes,”Gee, thanks.”

GD just happened to forget to ask YG’s permission to reveal your relationship. Obviously because YG would never agree to going public and things were kind of iffy.

“Well at least Kiko isn’t a problem anymore.”Eunseo remembered. “Yeah, and if you guys don’t shut up we will have problems.”Jiyeon hissed as the drama intro started.

You guys teased her as Bibi brought food over to the table and your night started.

[GD POV]

The next day GD was doing a photoshoot for Moonshot, for a new cheaper line for customers, and was in the zone when he spotted YG enter the studio. *Oh no.* YG had made it very clear that he was NOT okay with what GD did and they rarely talked to each other the past few weeks so he knew if YG was down here, GD was in trouble. The staff noticed and the photographer called a pause. They knew better, YG Ent. was their biggest client.

“Oh no, please,”YG smiled,”Continue as if I’m not here. Please.”

The staff looked at the photographer and nodded before they picked back up. GD looked at YG one last time and saw Hyorin walk in after. Suddenly he felt at ease. He knew something was up, but just seeing her made him feel a lot better. As the shoot continued GD watched discreetly as Hyorin took a seat next to YG on a couch in the back. She still kept a small gap between them, clearly uncomfortable. The shoot ended and GD made his way over them.

“Jiyoung-ah.”YG greeted nicely,”Take a seat.” GD did as told and YG continued,”So you’re probably wondering why we are here.” GD nodded. “Well,”YG sighed,”Since you two decided to become public it has put a strain on us media control wise. Everyone asking who else is dating, saying I don’t know anything, and all these other things.” GD and Hyorin looked at each other, they knew how much YG hated looking like a fool. “So.”YG said,”We are going to do what we always do. Move on and laugh at the ridiculous. Understood?” GD had to admit he didn’t know where YG was going with this. “And we’re going to do that by having you two to promote the new Moonshot line together. As a couple.”He explained finally. “What?”Hyorin gasped, caught off guard. YG laughed to himself and nodded,”It’s perfect. I should have thought of this as soon as the concert happened. A YG couple openly dating to promote for us. There have been other couples of course but they all wanted to date in private.” GD watched Hyorin’s expression and it seemed concerned but she quickly nodded when YG looked at her. “Yah, it will be great.”He reassured before he looked at GD,”Besides, that’s how you guys can repay me for that outburst at the concert.” GD felt guilty and nodded as well. “Great!”YG smiled,”I am going to go then and see you guys around. You will have couple schedules then from time to time, mostly photoshoots. No interviews.” He then got up, Hyorin and GD both bowed, and YG left. GD and Hyorin looked at each other. “Well this is different.”Hyorin laughed. “Yeah.”GD agreed,”DId you even have any other schedules today?” “Not that I can think of, I was wondering why there was nothing. Promotion is over but i thought practice at least.”She said. GD’s face lit up,”Let’s have lunch then! We haven’t gone on a date during the day yet anyway.” “I don’t know,”Hyorin sighed,”Should we be doing that so soon?” “Wait- you’re the one who said you couldn’t wait to-”GD thought. “I was kidding,”Hyorin smiled,”I’m excited!” “GD-shi, Hyorin-shi!”The photographer called after speaking to GD’s manager and Minyuk,”Shall we start?” “Yeh!”You both called and headed over.

The shoot was a lot more fun then he thought it would be, and GD actually kept a couple shots for himself. They had some photos together and as Hyorin got her solo shots done for the female items he couldn’t help but stare. He was so lucky to have a girlfriend in the same profession and to be able to work with her. He took out his phone and took a BTS picture of her when he decided he was going to post it on his official Instagram. His heartbeat sped up a bit. This was the first time he was going to post a picture of his girlfriend on his open instagram and he didn’t know how fans were going to react. On his private one is all his friends so obviously there was no harm there, but he wanted to be open with the public about Hyorin. They knew about her anyway. He quickly shook it off and posted the picture with the caption ‘Girl, I need a girl~<3′. And he was happy with it. Next thing he knew, his phone was blowing up. Likes and comments on Instagram, SNS, social media alerts from friends messaging him, and it just kept coming. He eventually put his phone on silent when he looked up to see Hyorin had walked over.

“What’s that, hmm?”She asked as she grabbed his phone,”Putting it on silent as I walk over.” Instagram was still open so she saw the post, and her eyes widened,”Yah! You posted this?! Are you crazy?!” GD grabbed his phone and quickly kissed Hyorin’s forehead,”You’re so cute when you freak out.” “Yah.”She said, clearly flustered as she checked around the room to see if anyone else was watching. “Look it’s fine,”GD reassured with a smile,”We’re public now right?” “Yeah but still,”She sighed unsure”...I just have to get used to it.” “C’mon,”GD said as the photographer gave him thumbs up to leave,”Let’s go get something to eat. It will be better then.”

She nodded and they both put on their coats and headed to their vans. They decided just to take one and headed to a restaurant that Minhyuk had called in advance. When they pulled up and got out in the back, they were so relieved they called because paparazzi were everywhere taking photos or screaming and security was there and holding them off. GD and Hyorin were led inside by the restaurant staff and once they were inside a private room they took a sigh of relief.

“Well that was fun.”Hyorin joked. “Yeah,”GD sighed,”Not how I expected our first real date to go.”

They both laughed and GD couldn’t help but pull Hyorin into his arms,”I’m just happy we can be together.” “Me too.”Hyorin sighed, wrapping her arms around him.

It was perfect.

#kpop #gdragon #gd #jiyoung #big bang #bb #yg

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purplesurveys · 6 years ago

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When was the last time you had a slurpee? I’ve never even tasted one let alone bought one for myself. I’m just iffy about 7-11 machines lmao because I’ve heard so much stories about mold and stuff. What is your favorite television show? Right now I’ve been watching reruns of Friends so that’s my favorite; but I’m also catching up on The Crown and that’s also such a good show too. What holiday will be coming up next? Eid’l Fitr, on June 5. Have you ever done hard drugs before? Never. What is the worst name anyone has ever called you? I don’t know about worst names but I’ve been called horrible adjectives before. Useless, stupid, childish, can’t learn, a headache...name it and my mom has probably used it on me once.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown. What does the last text you sent say? “haha good morning” When was the last time you cried out loud in front of someone? April 27th. Where is your favorite place to eat out? I don’t have a go-to place; I love food and trying out new food so I always try to make it different when I eat out. Japanese restaurants always give a good vibe though. Does it bother you when people call you 'ma'am' or 'sir?' It used to really bother me when I was younger, because I didn’t like being treated like I was old enough already. I felt the same when servers started to give me an adult’s menu instead of the kiddie ones HAHAHA

Anyway, it still kinda bothers me today especially if a server/clerk is obviously older than me and technically doesn’t have to call me ma’am, but I can’t think of any alternative for it so I end up not minding it. Have you ever been obsessed with a television character? Monica Geller, Lori Grimes, and Jennifer Lyons, the latter from an 80s show called Perfect Strangers that only like 500 people in the world remember lmao. Do you ever wish you had powers of invisibility? Sometimes. What was the last thing that changed your life completely? Getting accepted into my internship. It didn’t exactly turn my life around but it was just a realization slapped onto my face that I was a grownup now and I’m starting to do grownup things now too. Do you have any step siblings? Nope. Did you partake in senior skip days? I don’t know what that means. Do you have Showtime? We don’t have that here. We do have a noontime show called It’s Showtime hahaha. When was the last time you went to Wal-mart? Never.

Have you ever read the Christian Bible? I’m a Catholic, so I guess we have the bible that adheres to that denomination. And to answer your question, yup. We had to read the bible everyday from grade school to high school. Is there anything you'd like to say to anyone at the moment? Please let me pass your class. Do you tend to cry a lot? I cry easily, so yes. When the holidays come around, do you help decorate? When I was a kid. Now my mom prefers to do it herself. Would you ever consider having an abortion? Probably not. But I wouldn’t know for sure what I’d decide; I’ve never been face-to-face with that situation. What does the majority of clothes in your closet look like? Black, sleeveless, and airy. Has someone ever promised not to leave you? Sure. Do you have a part-time job? I don’t. Do you order clothing offline quite often? So...offline...so like physically buying clothes at a store??? I’m so confused. Sure I’ve done that but if it means anything else lmao then I’m not so sure. Are you the type of person who likes to buy gifts for your friends? I really would if I had more money, but I’m always on a budget and the rest of my savings goes to relationship stuff like dinners and cinema tickets. My friends deserve everything in the world though and I wish I could treat them :( Have you ever lived in an apartment before? No, I haven’t. Have you ever been questioned by the police? Nah. I’ve been pulled over by traffic officers for clumsy shit I’ve done in the past, but not the police. In which state / country were you born? Manila, Philippines. Are you close to your parents? No. Maybe to my dad, sure; but I don’t even get to see him often. Have you ever had to be put on medicine for a mental disorder? I think I have needed it many times but was never formally on medication or in therapy, so it’s never happened. Would you say you have impressive grammar skills? Sure. Makes no sense for me to last in journ school if my grammar is blah. White chocolate or milk chocolate? I love both, depending on the dessert. Like I prefer milk chocolate on my cookies, but I also like white chocolate on my cake. Have you ever been to an amusement park out of state? Yes. Does your television connection ever go out during your favorite show? I watch my favorite shows online or I have them saved in a hard drive. Would you rather be part of a team or alone? Depends on what it is I have to do. Do you have a Tumblr? Gee, I wonder what I’m doing on this website... Do you ever eavesdrop on people in hallways? Not really, since I’m always in a hurry. Things I hear are always out of context too so it’s not like I could eavesdrop. Have you ever been punched in the stomach? Maybe by my older cousin as kids. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s happened then. Is there anyone you'd like to be cuddling with at the moment? Always. Would you consider yourself a crafty person? Not a chance. What would you say is your favorite color of all time? Probably black, but ‘of all time’ is pretty loaded. Chinese or Mexican food? Chinese. What do you normally drink when eating at a fast food restaurant? Just service water, though it smells iffy sometimes. Do you have a crush on anyone at the moment? Yes. Is there something important that you should be doing as of now? Checking my emails, but I’m too anxious to. Have you ever participated in Black Friday shopping? We don’t have that here. Describe your favorite outfit? Right now, it’s a green flowy floral jumpsuit. My favorites change often though, depending on my mood for that day. What color are your nails painted right now, if any? I get this question all the time, damn. It’s never painted. Have you ever been responsible for someone's death? No. That’s horrible to imagine. What is your biggest fear? Not being able to live the life I’ve always envisioned for myself. What is your favorite website to go on in your spare time? Netflix, YouTube, or Twitter. What do you normally order when you go to Taco Bell? I’ve only been to Taco Bell once. Do you ever spend the night with your significant other? Yeah we do it like once a month at most. What is your favorite number? 4 and 23. Do you know a lot about serial killers? I definitely know more than average, thanks to doing my own research when I have free time and watching shows like Unsolved. Has your life ever been challenged by something huge? I seem to be the magnet for that. Have the police ever been looking for you? No. Where do you get most of your accessories from? They’re mostly gifts, but there’s one Korean accessory shop nearby where I get clip-on earrings. Have you ever been in a car accident? Yeah, twice in my own car. Do you cuss more than any one else you know? Nah, I know pottier mouths. When was the last time you kissed someone who was younger than you? My girlfriend is a month younger than me, if that counts. She’s the only person I’ve ever kissed. How old is your youngest cousin? 3 or 4, I’m not so sure. Are you currently in a happy relationship? Very much so. Where did your last kiss take place and at what time of day? Gab’s bedroom, yesterday afternoon.

How do YOU download music? I don’t. I listen on Spotify. If it’s not on Spotify, I’d look for it on YouTube but that rarely happens.

Do you tend to talk on the phone a lot? Only with my girlfriend. Have there ever been any serial killers around your hometown? I don’t think. It would be a big deal if there were any. When was the last time you went to a museum? :( I can’t tell you...maybe two years ago, when my art studies class required us to go to the campus’ museums. Is heartbreak as bad as it sounds? I don’t think that kind of feeling could ever be captured in words. What was your first job? No job. Do you prefer shades or mini-blinds? Shades. What is the weather like outside? It’s still super hot and humid, but the humidity has turned into heavy rain at nights so it gets cold at night now. Do you ever find yourself talking to someone who isn't even there? I talk to myself, not to anyone who isn’t around. Do you normally have nightmares or good dreams? It’s a good balance. What do people compliment you on the most? Work ethic or my outfits, I can’t really tell what I get more compliments on. Are you jealous of any of your friends? I’ll get envious sometimes, but not jealous. Are you more of an open person or closed to communication? Open. As long as anyone asks, I’m easy to open up. Do you know how to shoot a gun and hit a target? No. Are you a good listener? Sure. I love listening to my friends. What is your favorite drink? Water. What is something you always tend to lose? Socks. Do you buy more things for yourself or others? Myself. If you chew gum, which kind is your favorite? Classic bubblegum always takes me back. Is there anyone you know in which you'd like to simply punch in the face? Yes, one of my college instructors. Do you like listening to foreign music? American and British music are foreign to me, and I listen to a lot of those. What turns you on the most? Neck kisses probs. Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? It’s the only kind of kissing I’ve had lmao.

#survey #surveys

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The Darkened Glass, 5. Enemies and Friends

By Jaemlyn

Viki was sitting on the couch with the girls, trying to teach them to play bridge. It wasn't going very well when a familiar form appeared in the doorway. "Moe!" Viki called out in relief, laying her cards down on the table in front of her. "Everyone okay around here?" he asked in his southern drawl, looking around as Noelle joined him. "The phone lines are down." "Oh, yes, yes," Viki said excitedly, jumping up. "And you two?" She gave Noelle a hug. "We're fine," Noelle added to the conversation in her own thick drawl. "Moe was just worried sick when we couldn't get ahold of anyone."

Viki nodded understandingly. "Well, you're here now! Does this mean the road is cleared?"

"Ehh, it's a little iffy," Moe told her, "but we finally got through without being stopped or turned around by the police." Viki nodded, smiling. "Well, girls, it has been fun, but I'm going home." She turned to see that Langston and Starr had converted the game to "go fish" and Lola was sitting nearby sighing at them. "Bye, Aunt Viki!" Starr called out, distracted by Langston's hand. "Lola?" Viki asked. Lola's head jerked up toward Viki in surprise. "Yes, Mrs. Davidson?" Viki smiled at her. "Take care of the adults around here, would you?" She winked. "Especially your father and Dorian." Lola smiled brightly and straightened her shoulders proudly. "Of course!” Viki patted Moe on the arm and took her leave as Langston shared a glance with Starr. "Well!" Noelle exclaimed to the other females in the room. "Moe bought some ice cream but it melted in the trunk of his car before we were able to get here." "We're having cereal for dinner tonight," Moe explained to them, heading for the kitchen. "We need to use the milk before it goes bad!" He was surprised to find Dorian in the kitchen with a broom in one hand while digging through a grocery bag with the other. "Moe!" she frowned at him. "Do you realize this bread is completely smashed!?" He stopped dead in the doorway and looked at her questioningly. "Are you feeling alright?" She turned her attention back to the glass and dustpan on the floor. "No, as a matter of fact, I'm not. And where have you been, anyway? I can't find anything in this kitchen!" He inched toward her cautiously, curiously watching her sweep while he tried to offer some explanation. "The roads were closed, Dorian. There was a storm, if you recall?" She jerked her head up at him. "Don't take that tone with me." He smiled, trying to change the subject. "Are you hungry? We've got plenty of cereal." "Cereal!?" she exclaimed, disbelieving. "Oh, please. No, I'm not hungry. Viki made me a sandwich earlier." Moe looked around the room, disbelieving. "Either the world got turned upside down while I was gone or I've entered another reality." He watched her awkwardly try to scoop up the shards of glass she'd swept into a pile. "Are you and Viki friends now?" "No," Dorian answered flatly, keeping up appearances. Moe breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, good," he smiled, taking the broom from her and finishing the clean up as she stepped out of the way. "For a minute there I thought I'd taken a bump to the head or something." "Well, you're in luck," Dorian agreed with him sarcastically, nodding with shoulders and all. "Hell has not frozen over today." "Looks like you are feeling better," Ray observed, stepping into the room. Dorian took a deep breath and awkwardly sidestepped toward the hallway. "Yes." She pointed her thumb toward the other room. "I'm going to go check on the girls. Lola and Langston are in the same room," she shrugged, frowning. "I better fix that woman a drink," Moe told Ray. "She's wound up tighter than a ten day clock." Ray lifted an eyebrow. "You should have seen her earlier." Moe shook his head. "Whatever it was, I'm glad I missed it." Dorian paused to scowl at the closet door and saw Lola bound up the stairs. She stepped forward to pick up the mail that had scattered on the floor and listened to Noelle, Langston and Starr playing the proletarian card game. She looked up the stairs as she dropped the mail into a neat pile on the table, wondering why Lola was so insistent on being detached. She crept quietly up to Lola's room and rapped quietly on the door. Lola answered with a confused expression. "Mrs. Buchanan?" "May I come in?" Dorian asked, resisting the urge to correct her name to Lola. Lola shook her head, shrugging. "Uh, sure. Of course." She stepped aside, holding the door back for Dorian and then closing it behind her. Dorian looked around the room. She hadn't been in this particular room in a while. "Not in the mood for jejune card games?" she asked. Lola shrugged again, a bit bored with the idea. "How are you feeling?" She grabbed an outfit she had discarded out of a chair and motioned for Dorian to sit as she put the clothes on hangers. Dorian took the seat and folded her hands, holding them to her chin thoughtfully as she watched Lola. "A bit confused." Lola hung her clothes up in the closet and returned to face Dorian. "About what? You know, you can talk to me." She nodded assuringly. Dorian smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." Lola pulled her desk chair closer to the woman and sat down, crossing her legs nimbly. "I'm a good listener." Dorian nodded slowly. "I'm sure you are," she said knowingly. "Do people come to you often with their problems?" She tried her best not to say it accusingly. "Oh, yes," Lola nodded with certainty. "I do my best to keep in touch with my amigos in Columbia." Dorian sighed. "You know, Lola ... I'm a very strong-willed woman," she explained. "When I don't get my way I sometimes get ... well ... perhaps a bit....” She searched for the right word. "Forceful." "Like when you kissed my father to get your husband to come back to you?" Lola asked, blinking with seeming innocence. Dorian considered her answer as she gave it. "Uh, yes. Like that. Well, that wasn't really why I kissed him, but hey, it worked." Lola nodded her understanding. Dorian waved her hand in the air. "That's completely off topic." She smoothed her blouse. "When I was in the bathroom today, Viki pointed something out to me that I didn't realize." She gazed at Lola, trying to make a point. "The reason I like to take matters into my own hands is because there was so much I couldn't control as a child." Lola contemplated what Dorian was telling her for a moment before responding. "Like what?" Dorian sighed and slumped her shoulders a bit, slightly regretting her answer. "Well," she explained hesitantly, "the bad things people did to me, my father's death, my sisters and I being sent away from our home...." Lola suddenly realized that they weren't just talking about Dorian's situation anymore, and frowned disapprovingly. "And those situations made you feel powerless and unimportant." "Yes," Dorian agreed, adding her own feelings to the list. "Helpless. Victimized. Unhappy." Lola leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, shrugging. "So you learned to stand up for yourself. To be a grown woman who knows how to get what she wants." "Well, not exactly," Dorian admitted quietly. "You see, the thing is, Lola....” Dorian stood and paced across the floor before turning back to the young lady. "The things in my past have never left me, and they never will. And although I can't quite figure out why, getting what I want doesn't always exactly make me happy." Lola turned to her haughtily, failing in her attempt to maintain an even tone. "So what are you saying? That because you have bad things in your past you will never be happy?" Dorian twisted her bracelet on her arm uneasily. "There might be some truth to that, but what I'm really trying to tell you is that ... I think maybe ... happiness can't be forced." She tried to make herself sound like the subject of the conversation. "Do you think that's right?" Lola put her innocent face back on. "I think we make our own happiness. I mean, you talk about it all the time - how we can't just let people take what is ours, right? Doesn't that include happiness? You deserve it." Dorian came back to the chair and sank into it. "I appreciate that, Lola," she nodded. She looked up at a corner of the ceiling, thinking. "So what is it that you want?" Lola asked. "What makes you happy?" Dorian blinked at the girl. "Well," she considered, "I want my daughters to love me, and it would be really nice to have a stable relationship with a man who would be able to give me the attention that I want ... and money is always nice too...." Lola sighed at her. "What is it that you want, Lola?" Dorian put her on the spot. "I've been telling you all about me - it's only fair." Lola looked at Dorian skeptically as she formulated her response. Perhaps simple was best. "Everything." Dorian almost laughed out loud. "I like that answer." She shared an understanding smile with Lola for a moment before getting serious again. "But, you know? ... And I can't believe I'm admitting this, but trust me. I know from experience.... It is hard to get everything you want in life when people don't trust you. One bad decision or situation can lead to consequences for the rest of your life." Lola scoffed. "I thought we were talking about your childhood here? How did this turn into some twisted psychological way for you to give me advice?" Dorian's eyes widened. "Lola, I'm trying to tell you that I have a lot of enemies. Your father could very well have been one of them; though, thank goodness, it didn’t turn out that way." Lola crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. That doesn't surprise me, she thought better of saying. Dorian stood, seeing that Lola was finished listening. She glared at the girl. "Just don't collect a lot of enemies," Dorian said, leaving the room. "Or one day when you least expect it, they'll all show up to get you at the same time." She pulled the door shut behind her and leaned on the wall with her head against her hand and her eyes closed. Lola frowned at Dorian as the woman left the room, questioning the validity of the cryptic advice and wondering if it could be construed to her father as a threat.

6. The Darkened Glass

#Dorian Lord #Ray Montez #One Life to Live #OLTL #fanfic #Dorian and Ray #The Darkened Glass #Viki Lord #Lola Montez #Starr Manning #Langston Wilde #Moe Stubbs #Noelle Ortiz Stubbs

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