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Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, teasing, masturbation, guided masturbation, sex toys, minor degradation, very brief choking. a/n: Covers a bingo square! and a req from @rustyzebra I’m gonna be posting from this blog either permanently or until the other one gets un-shadow banned. I don’t know why or how or how long that will take, my guess is that it’s got something to do with the community labels? That being said, this is under said label, so that this blog doesn’t get shadow banned. So make sure you have your settings set appropriate to see what you want and so you don’t miss any future stories. (Eta: apparently theres no winning. I post with a label, it wont show in the tags. I post without & risk getting shadowbanned. Hellsite.) Also if you see this and you’re writing for bingo, pls tag this account as the other one basically has no access anymore (hopefully temporarily).

Nobody was having a good time on this case and that was evident, everyone hyper focussed to make sure you could get the hell out of there and back home as fast as possible. The team had been back in DC less five hours when Hotch called to reroute everyone back to the jet, you’d only had time to toss laundry in and get ready for date night before it was time to grab you go bag. You changed on the jet, cursing yourself when you realized you’d forgotten to toss in what you called your work bra, at least your shirts were thick.

The grumpy moods continued as you deplaned in a small town in Texas, quickly jumping into the field to trace down a team of unsubs. You were in the field with Emily when you managed to apprehend the unsubs and when one of them jumped into lake with the hopes of getting away on the boat moored ten feet up you were the one that was a second faster. Your swimmer instincts taking over as you dove into the lake and caught up to them before they even realized you were in the water. Emily muttered something about owing you coffee for the next month and you made your way back to the local precinct, one unsub in tow. You’d left your vest on in an attempt to not get the chills on the way back, thankful that Emily had tuned on the heat in the SUV. Passing off the unsub to be processed the two of you crossed the building back to the meeting room you’d been using, joining JJ and Morgan.

“Woah, someone take a break for a swim?” Derek greeted with a tease and you shot him a glare, Emily answering for you.

“We’re lucky she did, unsubs in custody.”

“Our guy’s in the wind.” JJ replied with a sigh and the entire room felt the frustration sink in.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You grumbled, half of your brain regretting diving into the lake, wondering if it had really been that worth it.

With a huff you ripped at the Velcro on your vest, pulling it off over your head to toss onto a spare chair. You could feel your clothes clinging to you, soaked with lake water, at the very least you were thankful you hadn’t been wearing jeans and that your make up was waterproof.

“So what’re we looking at?” You asked, crossing you arms over your chest and the conversation rerouted back to the case at hand. Everyone was more than eager to at least get back to the hotel for some rest and a solid lead would help that.

It was almost a full half hour later that Alex returned to the room from talking to a witness, Reid half a foot behind her. You had your back to the door as you updated the white board when Alex’s voice caught your attention and you capped the marker, turning around to them and Reid’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Oh my god, y/n!” He was whipping off his FBI jacket instantly, moving to get it wrapped around you and at first you thought it was just because you were still drenched, but the smirk on Emily’s lips told you otherwise.

“What? I—” Glancing down you realized your misstep. Laundry day plus date night meant you were still in date night lingerie. Lingerie that was deep red, lacy, a hint of mesh that left very little to the imagination and thanks to your little dip earlier, completely visible to everyone in the room through your shirt. “Could’ve said something.” You scowled to the three who’d been there when you took off the vest, hands clutching at the jacket seams in an attempt to keep it closed.

“Didn’t wanna get in trouble for looking.” Derek muttered, his gaze on the file in front of him.

“Pretty sure I was with you when you bought that one.” Emily smirked in return and you rolled your eyes, glancing back to Alex.

Her head tilted, eyes flicking down you body, watching the way your shirt clung to your skin before she cocked a brow at you, her jaw hardening and you couldn’t help but gulp. While she always was a wonder with words, you were at the point in your relationship that you could communicate without them and she was making her point very clear right now. Alex could feel the arousal building deep within her already, annoyed that the case had taken away the opportunity to see you in whatever set matched the now very visible bra. Though, she wasn’t complaining about how erotic this was, on display for everyone to see. She felt the possessiveness surge through her, her eyes narrowing in your direction until you properly fixed the jacket so you were covered, you knew better, something like that was only for her to see.

You felt the heat creeping up the back of your neck, knowing exactly what Alex was thinking, that you were hers and only hers, even if the team didn’t know it. Daring to look her in the eye you felt your pulse quicken, knowing that she was thinking of all the dirty things she’d seen you do, all the dirty things she’d made you do and just how she was going to remind you who you belonged to later. You were aware that the conversation had picked back up in the conference room but there was no way you were hearing any of it, lost to the sinful imagination of one Alex Blake. Suddenly, Emily swatted at you with a folder and you were pulled out of your dirty thoughts, glancing toward her.

“What?”

“I said go back to the hotel. You jumped in a lake, you caught an unsub, I think you deserve a shower and a change of clothes, we won’t be much longer.”

“Yeah… thanks.” You nodded at her before crossing through the room and Alex’s eyes didn’t leave your body once, her lips pursed tight.

By the time you were warmed up, out of the shower and wrapped in a surprisingly fluffy robe, Alex was already back in the hotel room waiting for you. She stood from the bed when the bathroom door opened, a smirk on her lips as she sauntered through the room toward you. Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your eyes up to her.

“You pulled quite the little stunt today sweetheart. Wearing that kind of lingerie to work?”

“I didn’t have time to change.” You countered.

“You changed on the jet.”

“I forgot to pack another bra.”

“Sounds like someone’s making excuses.” She tutted, pinching at your chin, “were you feeling like a naughty slut today? Did you want the entire team to see what you were wearing under your shirt, because I’m starting to think that you did. Be a little show off, let them know how much of a bad girl you are?”

“No ma’am.” You murmured, “it was an accident.”

“Hmm.” She surveyed you for a moment, “I’m not sure I believe you. I do know how much you like to make it all about you, how much you love putting on a good show when you bounce on my cock. So how about you take off that robe, get on the bed and be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your hands swiftly undid the belt of the robe, letting it fall open and Alex’s eyes dragged down your naked body, darkening as they went, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When you dropped the robe to the floor her finger and thumb pinched at your chin, rewarding you with a kiss, her lips moving gracefully against your own before she nudged you toward the bed.

You dropped onto it, shuffling upwards until you were comfortable among the pillows, looking down to Alex who simply arched a brow in return as she slipped out of her blazer. Trying not to gulp, you spread your legs for her, opening yourself up to her burning gaze.

“How long were you in that room with your vest off? Hmm?”

“Not sure…” you could feel your breath picking up already with just her eyes on you, wondering exactly what she had planned. She frowned in your direction, hands moving down the center of her shirt as she undid the buttons, “maybe… half hour?”

“Well, then you’ve got half an hour to kill.” She shrugged, adding the folded shirt to the pile on the other bed, “better get yourself warmed up since you were in the mood to show off.”

It was only after a small nod from her, confirming that she was okay with you touching that your hand slid down your body slowly. You kept your eyes trained on Alex as she pulled a chair to the foot of the bed, pausing to strip out of her pants before she took a seat in it, her gaze landing between your legs.

“Timer doesn’t start until you do sweetheart.” She smirked and you let out a breath, your head falling back into the pillows.

Half an hour was going to be torture and you knew it, then again, that was the point wasn’t it? Your hand snuck between your legs, making sure they were nice and wide for Alex to see what you were doing. Your fingers brushed against your clit, slowly beginning to rub at it in small circles.

“That’s my good girl.” Alex cooed from the end of the bed, soft grin on her cheeks as her eyes darkened.

You took a deep breath, knowing that your time had just started, your fingers slipped down to your cunt, gathering some of your wetness and bringing it back up to your clit, continuing to rub at it slowly. Your breath hitched, your hips gently rocking toward the touch and you heard Alex chuckle. You continued on like that, wanting to drag it out as long as possible to kill the time until you uncontrollably moaned, your hips rocking up off the bed.

“I can see you glistening from here.” Alex mused, “why don’t you see how wet you really are? My dirty girl…”

“Please?” You whined, your eyes cracking open to look down at her with a pout on your lips and she laughed.

“Oh sweet girl, it’s only been four minutes.”

“But—”

“Ah!” She scolded, “did you want me to restart the timer?”

“No ma’am.” You pouted, your hands returning to your body.

One groped at your chest, pinching your nipple between your finger and thumb, repeating the action on both sides until both were hard peaks. Your other hand slunk between your legs again, heel of your hand brushing on your clit and you whined before slipping two fingers into your wet cunt.

“Oh god…” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s my girl.” She praised with a happy hum.

Your fingers began thrusting into your cunt, pulling out more wetness with each pump of your hand, slow and steady, ready to wait out the clock Alex had set. Your breathing picked up, little whines and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt the heat begin to build deep within your body. You shivered when the tips of your fingers briefly brushed across the sensitive spot of your walls, a moan leaving you and Alex hummed again.

“Why don’t you try that move again? I know how good it must feel.”

Knowing better than to defy Alex’s requests at this point your fingers sunk back in, curling right where you knew it would feel incredible and you let out a moan.

“Fuck…”

“There you go. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” You moaned, unable to control yourself as your fingers curled again, brushing against the spot and you pressed harder, your breath catching in your throat. Your hips rocked up off the bed and you could feel yourself getting wetter, juices starting to dribble out of you as you picked up the pace.

“You may come darling.” Alex purred, “but if you do that doesn’t mean you’re done, you still have seventeen minutes.”

“S..so good..” You moaned, fingers thrusting deeper into you with each flick of your wrist, you were so incredibly close, your pussy fluttering around your fingers. It was never going to be enough, you knew that, but at least for the time being you could sit on the edge of the peak, hoping that there was a chance you’d be able to fall over it. Your noises were getting louder, including the wet sounds coming from your pussy, juices coating your fingers and slipping down to your wrist. Your free hand moved back to your chest, pinching at your nipples again in hopes that it would help you see stars. At this point you were scarcely aware of the sound of movement from the foot of the bed until Alex let out a breathy moan and your eyes shot open.

She had her legs spread in the chair, her hand in her underwear as it moved lazily underneath the fabric, when your breath caught in your throat her eyes cracked open, a grin on her cheeks as she noticed you watching, your own hand stilled.

“What can I say? I like what I see.” She smirked, “and look at what you’re doing to me already?” She sighed, her eyes closing briefly and you could hear her wetness as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Keep going sweetheart.” She nodded at you, “how about you spread that pussy nice and open for me, let me see how gorgeous you are?”

“Yes ma’am.” Your fingers slid out, your palm rubbing at your cunt briefly as you ground down on it, letting out a small moan before it slid up, fingers framing your pussy lips and pulling them apart. Alex let out a hum of approval, her mouth watering at the way it was absolutely shimmering in the low light of the hotel room.

“So fucking gorgeous.” She groaned, “I’ll admit though, it does look prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes!” You cried back in response and she chuckled.

“Shame. Your fingers will have to do. Twelve minutes left.”

You let out a whine but slipped your fingers back into your pulsing cunt, eyes scrunching shut as you began to fuck yourself again.

Alex sighed softly, the tips of her fingers grazing her g-spot right as you let out a moan and she pulled her fingers out, returning to lazily rubbing her clit while she watched the way your body trembled every so often. You were absolutely soaking, practically every thrust of your hand pulled a whimper from your mouth and if she wasn’t so heart set on punishing you she would’ve wanted to devour you in that moment. You always looked so fucking hot for her, but especially when you were fucking yourself, imagining that it was her fingers thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy. Her teeth sunk into her lip when her fingers pressed harder onto her clit and with a soft moan her fingers slipped back into her pussy.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked, her voice low and husky, words split by breathy sighs.

“Need more.” You whined in response and she chuckled darkly, the laugh morphing into a moan as her fingers curled inside her cunt.

“Just keep going.” She urged, feeling the heat building within her, she resisted the urge to let her eyes close, staying focussed on the movement between your legs instead, groaning at the sounds coming from you as you fucked yourself faster. The heel of her hand began to grind against her clit with each thrust of her fingers and she arched forward, her thighs tensing as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her.

The sound was almost enough to get you where you wanted… almost. Instead you were left letting out a frustrated whine, pulling your fingers from you with an annoyed huff.

“Please!”

“Please, what?” Alex asked, cocking a brow in your direction.

“Need more.” You grumbled and she glanced to the clock.

“Nine minutes left darling, then I’ll touch you.”

“What about a toy?” You pouted.

“I didn’t happen to bring one of those.” She shrugged, watching you carefully and she caught the way your eyes looked toward your go bag, lingering on it for a moment as you tugged your lip into your mouth. Her head tilted in curiosity and it was when she stood that your eyes darted back to her.

The blush crept up your cheeks as you watched her silently move through the room to the bag. She swiftly unzipped it, her hands sifting through its contents until she found what she was looking for, revealing the double sided dildo and she looked toward you with a brow raised.

“Really? You have the time to pack this, but not an appropriate bra?” Her voice hardened slightly, in a tone that you knew was practically a tease and you resisted covering your face with your hands. “I almost think I shouldn’t let you use it.”

“No! Please!” You cried out, tears of frustration pooling into your eyes, “I need it. Or you.” You pouted, and Alex’s face softened.

“Oh you sweet thing.” Grinning she approached the foot of the bed, “you’ve become so spoiled you can’t make yourself come anymore, is that it?” You nodded, your cheeks feeling hotter than any part of your body as you admitted it. You started to shift to close your legs, suddenly feeling very exposed but Alex’s free hand closed around your ankle.

“Ah.” She tutted, “absolutely none of that. You don’t get to act like an exhibitionist all day just to play shy now.” She dropped the toy on the bed beside your hand, “eight minutes left. You best make the most of it.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, your hand darting out for the toy, picking it up. You watched for a moment as Alex’s eyes darted from it to your lips and you smiled coyly at her.

Instead of instantly bringing it to your fluttering pussy, you brought the larger end of the toy to your lips, easily wrapping around it, moaning as you sunk it into your mouth. You sucked hard, tongue swirling around it’s girth until drool was practically leaking out of your lips and Alex’s breath was catching in her throat at the sight. Pulling it from your mouth with a pop you let out a gasp of breath, quickly moving the toy to your cunt.

“Seven…” Alex stated, her hands closed around your calves, spreading them as wide as she could on the bed, kneeling between them as she watched the way you slid the dildo into you with a satisfied moan.

You were finally stretched out, finally feeling Alex’s fingers on your skin and you almost felt like you could burst.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling your cunt pulse around the toy as you fucked it deeper into you, aching to hit your peak. Your head dropped back into the pillows as your eyes scrunched shut, your thighs slowly starting to shake with each push of the toy.

“So pretty when you fuck yourself darling. I should make you do this more often.” Alex cooed, her hands suddenly left your body but you were too far gone to care, not realizing she was ridding herself of her bra, beginning to cup at her chest. “be louder for me, how does that feel?”

“So good… fuck!” You panted, fire burning just under your skin, “but need more…”

“Dirty girl…” she chuckled, “what ever shall we do with you?” You felt her weight shift from the bed and your eyes cracked open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips once more as your hand nearly stilled between your legs, stalling your orgasm once more.

“Just wanna come…”

“I know sweet girl.” She squeezed at your leg before her hands slipped into the waist band of her panties and she pulled them down your leg, “but that toy has double uses… you’re going to come while riding my cock, understand?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, earning a laugh from Alex as she crawled over you.

You let out a very satisfied moan as she leant over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue surging into your mouth to silence your noises. Her skin was hot on yours, rubbing against your aching nipples, her hands ghosting up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their paths. Her teeth sunk into your lip and you whimpered, your hips rocking up toward her, the toy brushed her pussy and she broke the kiss with a breathy gasp.

“Oh that does feel good.” She husked, smirking down at you before her lips attacked your neck, kissing at the supple skin before her teeth bit down hard and you gasped. “Need to leave a mark sweetheart. A nice big one if I have my way.” Her tongue swiped over your skin, “make sure the entire team knows that you really are a little dirty girl, that it’s not all for show. Because you’re not a tease, now are you?”

“N..no.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around the toy when her teeth sunk into your skin, her mouth sucking the crook of your neck and you could feel yourself building back toward your peak.

As if Alex could sense it, she bit your neck again, tongue darting out to soothe the burn when you hissed in pain, kissing the spot softly before her and snuck between your bodies to line the toy up with her cunt. She let out a low moan as she sunk down onto it, and you mewled when the base between the two sides bumped at your clit once she was fully seated. She firmly wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you tight to her and rolled over, pulling you on top of her. Alex kissed you, tongue swiping into your mouth once more before she pulled back, pushing at your shoulders with a wild gleam in her eye.

“Well, go ahead. Make yourself come all over my cock like the good dirty girl you are.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You braced your hands on her waist, raising your hips up to begin to bounce on her cock, breathless moans leaving your lips with each time your hips met hers, the toy pressing against your clit with each thrust. Alex’s hands slid up your thighs, her touch sending sparks flying through your body, she groped at your ass, squeezing you, urging you to ride her harder, faster, making the toy move within her more, the base rubbing her clit just as she wanted.

“Feels good,” she panted, “doesn’t it sweetheart?”

“S- soo good.” You whined back, “m’ so close…” With each pump of your hips her cock grazed right over the sensitive spot in your pussy, your walls pulsing around it, juices slicking it with wet. The coil in the pit of your stomach returned fire prickling under your skin and heat soared through you. “Oh god… oh god…”

“That’s it… come for me sweet girl.” Alex cooed, one of her hands slid up your body, fingers delicately wrapping around your neck, thumb nail pressing into the mark she’d left earlier and you gasped.

Your hips began to move more erratically as you chased your release, feeling yourself right on the brink. You were about to open your lips to beg, but Alex could always read you like a book, her free hand moving between your legs where she began to rub circles on your throbbing clit. Electricity shot through you and you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut as white took over your vision, your body trembled, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you finally hit your high. Your hands dug into Alex’s sides, nails scratching at her skin while you shuddered, your hips stilling when she finally let up on your clit.

“Good girl.” She purred, letting go of your throat, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, guiding you to gently drop over her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Always so gorgeous.” She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, fingers tracing patterns on your back while you slowly came back to earth to catch your breath. “You feel better now sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You murmured, lips brushing against her skin and she gently hoisted you off her, tossing the toy to the bedside table to be dealt with later.

“You think you’ve learnt your lesson? No more showing off what’s mine to everyone else, right?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded and Alex smiled.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help but smirk at the already purpling mark in the crook of your neck, it was high enough she knew you wouldn’t be able to cover it tomorrow. Even if you got slightly embarrassed, there would be no mistaking by anyone on the team, you were very much spoken for.

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sodaa-enby · 5 months ago

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no i dont know anyone that plays dnd sadly :( what do you mean by character sheet? /genq

ok this is goingt o be a long read. jusr a warning . im about to explain dnd fully to you.

VERY LONG POST YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

!!!!!NEW DND PLAYERS OR PEOPLE WANTING TO PLAY SHOULD READ THIS!!!!!! ITS USEFUL I PROMISE AND PROBABLY EASIER TO READ THAN THE OFICCIAL BOOKS. IT ALSO HAS AN EXAMPLE

the basic things needed for dnd are a DM, some dice and a player. the dm is like the storyteller- they act all of the npcs and run and prepare your story. you would be the player and you only have one character to take care of which you rp and play as.

the dice are used to randomly determine things like attacks, damage, and how well you can do stuff. dice are named with "d"and the number of sides they have- so d10 would be a 10 sided dice, d4 is a 4 sided dice etc. a standard set has dice with 4, 6, 8, 10, 12, 20, and 10 sides. the most commonly used dice is a d20 or a 20 sided dice.

so when ur playing dnd the thing u make first is a character sheet. this contains information about the characters general appearance and their skills and abilities. most of them look like this (its quite complex but hopefully i can explain it)

im going to use this character as an example cause im sure this post will be useful for other people as well :)

so this is the character nat

and here is a blank character sheet (linked is a fillable pdf)

and here is the sheet that has boxes which ill be using to explain

when you make a dnd character you have to pick a class and a race.

your race is basically What you are so it could be something like human elf dawrf gnome etc. from what ive seen of ur character she would probably be an elf or an aasimar (people with holy/divine blood which explains the wings and halo). your race gives you certain things like a speed, special moves/abilities (like flying) and specific things you can do. throwing your halo or using your feathers as daggers would be considered a race ability because it comes from your genetic makeup and body and has nothing to do with things youve learned.

the next thing you choose is a class. a class determines more of what you can do that isnt based on how youre born (well. sometimes it is). some examples of classes are fighters(they. fight), wizards (who get their magic from study) and druids (they use the magic of plants and the earth). the character nat is absolutely a druid because these guys' main thing is plant magic, creature summoning and healing which sounds like her from the description. as you progress in the game, you gain levels in your class and become more powerful.

you write your class and race in the yellow box

the rest of the yellow box:

background

backgrounds are short descriptors of what your character has already lived through. they can give you minor bonuses that are different for each one but they are very situational

alignment

alignments are a measure of your characters morality or lack thereof. tthey are often not used by DMS and im pretty sure the rules are being changed in the next edition so i wont go into too much detail but heres a link to a website that explains them

experience points

every time your character kills a monster or completes a goal they gain a set number of exp. at certain amounts of exp the character gains a level which means more abilities and spells etc. the levels in dnd can range from 1-20, and most players start at level 1.

all of the classes + their main abilities (and linked info) are:

barbarian (uses their emotions and rage for powerful attacks), bard (casts spells through performance, usually singing. also inspires others), cleric (gets their magic through worshipping a god), druid (gets their magic from nature), fighter (they fight), monks (devoted to life in a monestary. they are incredibly fast and hard hitters, and mostly martial artists), paladins (they get their power from an oath to a cause), rangers (hunters, sometimes use nature magic too), rogues (bounty hunters and criminals who use stealth to get their way), sorcerers (people born with magic in their blood), warlocks (people who make a pact with an entity for power), and wizards, people who have spent their days studying and mastering spells.

so. the things in the red box are called ability scores.

they are a number from 1-20 that demonstrates how well you can do certain things. 10 is an average score, 1 is incredibly low, and 20 is very high. each number from 1-20 is given a modifier. for example, 10=+0, 20=+5, and 1=-5.

heres the full table:

1= -5

2-3=-4

4-5=-3

6-7=-2

8-9=-1

10-11=+0

12-13=+1

14-15=+2

16-17=+3

18-19=+4

20= +5

the different scores are:

strength (how strong you are) strength rolls are usually made to lift things or complete athletic feats. a character with high strength would be. well. strong

dexterity (how agile and stealthy you are) dex rolls are used when youre sneaking somewhere trying something acrobatic or stealing stuff. a character with high dexterity would be fast, not clumsy, and have very good reflexes

constitution (basically how strong your immune system is) you might roll for constitution if you walk through a hot desert or drink lots of alcohol. a person with high constitution would have lots of stamina and be able to endure quite extreme climates. they also wouldn't get drunk easily.

charisma (social skills and character) cha rolls are made to persuade, influence or rally people. a character with high intelligence probably has a large social circle and may friends.

intelligence (general knowledge and logic skills) int rolls are made to decipher codes, recall patterns and understand other languages. a character with high intelligence might have an extensive vocabulary and good memory, and theyd probably know many languages.

wisdom (perception, gut feeling and alertness). a character with high wisdom would notice small details, have good instincts and be able to provide good insights.

so if you had a character with a charisma score of 15 the modifier tied to it would be +3. these are important cause you will regularly have to roll for things, and the bonuses are what you add to these rolls. for example- you try to do something with your character that is charisma based (persuading someone to let you into a hotel etc etc) and you roll a d20 (20 sided dice) and add the number tied to your charisma score, which in this case is plus 3.

the next things (in the green box) are called skills.

theyre basically more refined versions of abilities, and you can pick 3 of them that you get an extra bonus with. usually your dm (the person who runs the game) will tell you to roll with skills instead of ability scores. so if you want to do the same thing as before (persuading someone to let you in to a place) youd roll persuasion instead of just charisma. if you dont have the skill of persuasion you just add your normal modifier but if you do you get an extra +2 as well as the normal one.

the purple box has some important small things

first up is your HP which is basically just a measure of your health. if this is decreased to 0 you drop unconscious. when you create a character you roll dice to create your characters HP

the next thing is your speed (pretty self explanatory this shows how fast your character is). speed is a measure of how far you can move in one turn or 6 seconds and its mainly used for combat.

the last thing in this box is your armour class. this is a score that shows basically how hard you are to hit. if someone wants to attack you they have to roll higher than this number on the d20 otherwise it misses. this number can be increased by wearing armour, but the base number is 10 plus your dexterity modifier

next up: light blue box

this box contains space for you to flesh out your character. personality traits are, well- personality traits, and ideals are things your character might strive for or want to achieve (for example a character with the ideal of freedom might advocate for oppressed people and try to help someone running from the law because they think everyone deserves to be free.). Bonds are things, concepts or people that your character has an attachment to in some way. bonds are usually very relevant to the characters backstory- for example the bond of a character whose town was destroyed might be something about how they want to avenge the raiders and find any survivors. flaws are also pretty self explanatory, but they are sometimes hard to play. A flaw should be something that influences the characters choices but also lets them develop.

more will be explained in another post about spells and combat but this is the basics for now :)

#soda answers #dnd for dummies

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"hello?"

"rin," tsugoku's voice shakes as she talks. rintarou's amazed she called. it's been almost a year since they last spoke. "hey. um, I-I need- mom and dad, they kicked me out. I just- I need a place to stay. just for one night. I can figure it out after that- I wont be a bother at all, I swear-"

"tsu, slow down. breathe. where are you? are you hurt?" rintarou asks. osamu tilts his head, a silent question.

rintarou can hear her gasping breaths. "yeah, I'm fine. physically. I'm at the train station. the one closest to mom and dad's. I didnt know where else to go."

tilting his wrist, rintarou checks the time, his apple watch flashing on at the movement. 10:30 at night. it'll take a couple hours to get there. he stands up and grabs his keys, osamu trails after him.

"do you feel comfortable waiting there? I'll come pick you up. you can stay at my place for however long you need."

"no, you- I can meet you half way. I bought a ticket."

rintarou sighs. "okay. text me the address and I'll meet you, okay? you're sure you're going to be okay alone?"

"I'll be fine." tsugoku breathes out. "shit. my phones gonna die. I'll call you back."

"stay safe, tsu."

"I will."

rintarou slides his phone into his pocket and turns to tell osamu where he's going.

osamu holds out his hand. "I'll drive."

rintarou scoffs. "no, you have to work in the morning. go to bed."

"you don't like driving at night. besides, you'll be able to answer if she calls," osamu argues and shakes his hand, still asking for the keys.

rintarou frowns and gives him. he could kiss osamu if he weren't so worried.

it feels like tsugoku has been waiting for hours. her phone says it's been only three minutes.

her leg bounces as she sits on the cold plastic of the cheap bench outside. she feels exhausted, but her eyes stay wide open in search of her brother. her only hope. hopefully the only relationship she can salvage at this point.

cars pass by. her phone stays silent. she checks to make sure she sent rintarou the right address. she even sent her location.

a gray suv pulls up and for a moment she assumes the worst. her heartbeat spikes, fear zapping through her veins before the door opens to reveal her big brother.

tsugoku runs up to hug him, her bag jostling uncomfortably against her back. she slams against him in a full-bodied hug.

rintarou wraps his arms around her, holding tight. he checks her over, studies her face and any glimpse of skin he can see.

a sob losens itself from her chest and more follow along.

rintarou wipes away her tears, offering words of comfort. it won't stop the tears she's been holding back for hours.

he gets her into the backseat, rintarou staying next to her.

it takes tsugoku half an hour to realize that someone else must be in the car if rintarou isn't driving.

and still, she finds that she can't really care about it at the moment.

they arrive to an apartment complex and rintarou keeps an arm wrapped around her as they make their way through the building. she's still helplessly wiping tears away.

rintarou would joke about osamu making his way straight to the kitchen if his mind wasn't so preoccupied with figuring out what happened to tsugoku. she hasn't uttered a word since they picked her up. he can't really tell if the shaking is from the skimpy clothes she's wearing or from her crying, but he still wraps a blanket around her shoulders and offers a box of tissues.

"hey, tsu. whatever happened, I'm here for you," rintarou says softly. he sits on the coffee table in front of the couch, so they're close but he can also make eye contact as needed.

tsugoku mentioned their parents. and rintarou can only assume the worst.

wiping her eyes, tsugoku takes a few steadying breaths. "you were right. and I'm so sorry, rin. if I had known-" her voice cracks.

the words send an uneasy feeling down rintarou's spine. a crawling sensation that sets him on edge. "don't blame yourself for anything that happened to me. that's not for you to apologize for. what happened to you?" rintarou needs to get the topic off of him and their parents.

tsugoku's head falls forward, a fresh wave of tears falling as well. "I told... I came out to them." rintarou's heart twists in pain for her. "I thought... they said they would always love me."

rintarou quickly moves to sit next to her and wraps his arms around her. "I'm sorry," he says softly and holds her head against his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."

silently, osamu places two glasses of water on the table and a plate of snacks. rintarou sends him a look, hoping osamu takes the hint to go to bed so he can get some sleep before he works in the morning.

osamu rolls his eyes but makes his way to the bedroom.

tsugoku eventually pulls herself away and wipes her eyes once again. "I'm sorry. I-I can't believe I'm just bothering you out of the blue-"

"don't bother with that," rintarou replies and nudges a glass of water her way. "you're family, I'll always help you out." her eyes shine at the word. "we only have one bedroom, so unfortunately you'll have to sleep on the couch. we also have a cat who is pretty cuddly, so she may bother you in the middle of the night."

rintarou stands up and stretches, exhaustion getting to him. he gestures to the table. "water and snacks for you. I'll grab you a pillow and blanket. anything in the apartment, you can use or eat or whatever else."

tsugoku nods.

she stays quiet when rintarou comes back with the pillow. "I'll be in my room," he points, "feel free to wake me up. osamu has work in a couple hours, sorry if he wakes you up. and, yeah. good night."

"good night," tsugoku says softly. and as rintarou walks away, she says "thank you" and rintarou just waves a hand.

he'll get more information in the morning. for now she needs sleep.

rintarou curses his parents for hurting his sister just a fraction of the way they hurt him. because she deserved even better than rintarou ever did and got her heart shattered twice as hard for nothing.

#this is. scattered and a bit messy #and i may add more #hq #bex thoughts #suna rintarou #suna rintarou's sister #suna siblings

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tothefiniteyou · 8 months ago

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Before him sits his father, contemplative as ever. His calculative and beady eyes are fixed on something Leonardo can't see, roaming around occasionally as a memory or something resembling a plan plays out.

They've done this countless times, so today should be no different. It shouldn't. It really shouldn't.

The air is somehow stale and frigid despite their close proximity. You would think nobody had inhabited this room in ages, yet it's the opposite; they've been here for far too long, the months blurring together. All the same, it's still devoid of any life.

Just a father and son, together, yet miles apart.

"Miss O'Neil and Casey are leaving soon. That means it is our time to depart as well, my son."

It's said solemnly, his father finally prying his attention from whatever mirage is occupying his mind. There's an apologetic look in his eyes, swimming and fighting for purchase amongst the sea of finality.

"You're not coming with us."

It should be a question, but it isn't. It's a statement. Leonardo was honed into a weapon of analytical precision - a strategist. Always, always thinking, his brain. He's grown up in some ways, able to detect the words the rat loves to leave unsaid. Unsaid and silent; that is his father.

Leonardo hears it all anyway.

"No, I won't," his father says, clawed hand tightening its hold on his walking aid. It's a telltale sign that leaves no room for discussion.

Arguing would go nowhere, but Leonardo wants it to.

'May I ask why' clings to the tip of his tongue along with a childish plea, coating his mouth like the carefully concealed ire it is. He was taught never to question his father, and he's always been a perfect student. Obedience is etched into his character. It's an urge to be useful, so utterly desperate to prove himself that it's enough to choke and suffocate on.

Training and habits die hard, or so the saying goes. Instead of letting the betraying words escape, Leonardo simply closes his eyes in resigned acceptance. He knew from the beginning that things would be end up this way.

It's another lesson he's meant to grasp and conform to, akin to a blade still being forged and shaped to perfection. Accepting this task and finishing what was started more than a decade ago is what he's meant to do. If he does this, he'll be the ideal leader he's been working towards for years.

"I understand."

Binding words that can't be taken back.

His father smiles. It's the same smile full of pride in his son that he had given him after the Shredder's attack. It's a rare honor to be bestowed with.

But somewhere deep down, Leonardo feels the twinge of rebellion that Raph is so wont to respond to, coiling around his insides in a grotesque embrace. He's never really understood that call, always coming to his father's defense and holding him back.

Today, however, he thinks he's beginning to understand. Too much of anything can wrongfully temper a blade, often falling just short of expectations.

Love me, Love my Dog is set to be a part of the TMNT story comp over on @tmntstorycomp (voting starts next week!) and oooh boy am I struggling to think of propaganda elkjagklfd :'D I figured what better way to start than with a little excerpt taking place before the story?

This might be a little early, but it gets the ball rolling. Hopefully that entails giving me ideas as the date approaches

#2u writing #tmntstorycomp #tmntstorycomp propaganda #tmnt 1984 #tmnt mirage #tmnt city at war #tmnt

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etherealspacejelly · 6 months ago

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Hey dad, sorry to bother again

But it’s getting late and I really need to pack for a school trip tmr but I can’t bc the task seems to big/overwhelming and I’m also mad at other stuff.

Any tips on how I can get going? (I’ve tried all my usual tricks)

Thanks :)

so sorry i missed this, i think i was in bed by the time you sent it. hopefully you managed to get it done

some stuff that may help for next time:

break the task down into smaller steps. start with the easiest one, not necessarily the one that 'should' be done first

make a list of everything you need to pack for overnight trips and keep it. i have mine in the notes app on my phone. that way you wont have as much anxiety about forgetting things, because you can check the list as many times as you need to, and you know that everything you might need is already on the list.

set a timer for however long you think you could reasonably do the thing for. 20 minutes? 15 minutes? even 10 minutes. then just do the thing until the timer runs out. you'd be surprised how much you can get done in such a short length of time, which helps the task to feel less daunting. if you have time blindness it can feel like a task will take an hour to complete, when it actually only takes you 15 minutes. setting the timer and being like 'im only gonna do this for 15 minutes and then take a break' helps your brain to not get overwhelmed by how long it Thinks the task is gonna take. you might be done or almost done by the time the timer goes off, but if not you can choose to either take the break or keep going if you feel able to. sometimes once you get started its easier to keep going!

put music on while you do it. or a podcast if you're into those. sometimes you just need a bit of extra stimulation to kick your brain into gear, and it makes it less boring

if its literally just. Standing Up thats the hard part. put everything down, turn your phone off, and just sit there for a moment. breathe in for 8 seconds, hold your breath for 4, then breathe out for 8. repeat this a few times. try wiggling your fingers and toes. remind yourself that you are in control of your body. and when you're ready, stand up!

#inbox #ask #inbox open #ethereal space dad

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singlesomethinginstyle · 2 months ago

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Day 5

What happens when you exit a life of confort and luxury and finally have to fend for yourself, all by yourself?

For many women who have been raised in relative comfort, this is like Rock Bottom. When you've hit rock bottom, there is no comfort zone anymore.

For many women, this is how they are cast out of their homes, families or social groups, if they fail to comply with the norm.

The idea being, to punish you.

To punish you for qanting to live life a certain way

To punish you for not complying

To punish you for not bending over n getting f$*$ed like they expect you to.

The reward for compliance against your betterment, from the system (your family, your community/clan, your village/caste, your social circles) is a life of comfort and relative luxury where you are rewarded with food, shelter, luxuries, socializing and inclusion, niceness/courtesy.

The punishment for standing up on your own or refusing to bend over, is to be cast out, often with very little money, power, sometimes personal belongings confiscated, your official paperwork hidden, and valuables withheld.

Negotiating your way out proves to be humiliating. Yet, don't shun this experience for it teaches you

- the true side of those who you thought you could count on

- your own inner resilience

- or even a degree of adventurous, cavalier detachment where you reject your luxuries in favour of standing up for youraelf with dignity.

Being cast out, rejected, socially ostracised, demeaned and bullied yet standing up for yourself is one of the finest tests of character strength you will face as an adult.

It is also the beginning of freedom.

So give yourself a pat on the back, pick up the pieces and get ready for the next stage of the battle - adapting to adverse circumstances.

Things wont be ideal.

You won't know where to go, and may call all those you hung out with or held dear, to help you. Some may accept to help, but others, especially if they belong to the same social grapevine, may reject you.

Even if you do take help, remember that their kindness has an Expiry date. There is only so long even the most patient of loved ones can endure helping you.

Keep your dependence short, while you look for a way to sustain yourself. It saves the relationship and won't strain your friend's patience.

Taking care of yourself at this stage requires two things.

1. Money

2. Food, shelter and clothing.(Roti-Kapda-Makan)

If you have never worked before, and have a smartphone, or access to a laptop or tablet, go and make a profile on freelancing sites like Fiverr or Freelancer or Upwork. Think of skills which can make you money - like the essay writing you did in school/college could become content writinf for someone. Make some work samples and a porrfolio, make a resume and send it out. Freelancing does not require you to be an adult.

Hopefully, you have a bank account of your own. If you don't, hurry up and get one. There are a lot of online banks like Fampay, Jupiter and Paytm where you simply need to put in your details, provide a Govt ID and set up an account. You can now start receiving payments for your work.

Another option, especially if you are a college student, is to work at a call center, asking for night shifts, which usually start in the evenings and go on till about 4 am.

These allow you to continue attending classes during the day. (Your folks may have cut off your college fees too. Remember to check the fee amount and start working for it right away, or write to your Unicersity Principal or Dean requesting a gap year).

Accumulate some money and find a hostel or a PG to move into. Remember not to milk your friends/relations' kindness when they allow you to stay with them. It is TEMPORARY.

The second part of your journey to independence requires you to take care of your food-shelter and clothing.

That means, adjusting to food that you arent used to, buying clothes locally off the street instead of in a mall or branded stores, and eating in small joints.

Moving into a hostel or a paying-guest accommodation, be it by yourself or sharing with a roommate, allows you to take care of food and shelter very cost-effectively.

Rooms can be found for anything between 5,000 to 15,000 rupees, with about a month's rent as a refundable deposit. And as long as you don't have expensive devices, sharing a room with someone is a nice economical option.

This is where your next test of character begins.

Endurance.

Suddenly the food tastes like crap.

Suddenly the water has a funny smell.

Your room may be damp, and the fan may not work.

You may be the choice of meal for enthusiastic mosquitoes.

Your roommate could be loud, or a slob, or in some cases maybe even a thief.

I don't think I need to spell this part out - keep your valuables under lock and key, or sell those said valuables for cheaper items and pocket the profit for future use.

Keep your clothes, valuables, paperwork and electronics ultra safe. Get a lockable trunk or a safe if need be.

Amd if you can, make friends with the other women around you.

You won't realise it now, but these women will become your first network, and an emotional support system that will last you a long time.

I am still in touch with some of the women I befriended while living in hostels, even though 10+ years have passed.

Cut down on the luxury and give gratitude for yoyr endurance, for the food, the shelter, the small joys and for those who gave you shelter, kindness and more at a time you needed it.

Be smart, be grateful.

Plan, plan, plan.

You will evolve, girl!

#single woman #adulthood #desi #desiblr #desi tumblr #becoming that girl #feminism #reality #power #relationship dynamics #self sufficiency #survival guide #survival

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luvhughes43 · 10 months ago

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No pressure at all but when can we expect another chapter of and journalist reader and Jack 🫣

to be honest i havent started on the next chapter because ive been so busy with school but i do have an outline set out so hopefully the writing comes smoother now!

as we all know, i always say somethings coming out and then i never post it on the day i promise! so i can't give u an exact date but sometime within the next week and a half? two weeks? my schedule next week is pretty relaxed so i'm going to try and start the newest chapter either tomorrow or this weekend!

im always willing to talk about the au tho! i know it takes so long for updates and im so incredibly sorry about that! but if u guys have any asks or ideas, please feel free to send them so it'll hold you over!

also i've gotten requests to do insta edits for this au and like is that something u guys want? im afraid if i add to the story when its not in an official chapter ppl wont see it. idk but if u want me to do insta edits while i write the official chapter im totally down! i'd just love to have some guidance into what u guys want to see!

this was so long im sorry😭🫶

#blair speaks♡

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marvel-snape-writes · 2 years ago

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HERE IS THE PALMERSTRANGE ONE SHOT SMUT (with a twist👀) THAT I PROMISED ♥️

I first got this idea shortly after Multiverse of Madness was released and I found myself in Greece… we were on a trip and we stopped outside a bar called “The Gentleman’s Club” and — as per fucking usual — my brain instantly went to thinking about Stephen… in a ‘Gentleman’s club’ and what could possibly take place in there… months later, and after discussing several plots with @isle-offlightless-birds, I’ve finally written it 😂

Set the night before and morning of Christine and Charlie's wedding.

Stephen is out with his friends and having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the next morning he will be watching the love of his life marry another man. His friends suggest they go to 'The Gentleman's Club' in order for Stephen to try and forget about Christine - but the outcome may not exactly be what they, Stephen, or YOU were expecting...

Enjoy and happy new year! My goal is to give you an entirely different perspective to this whenever you see it from now on… 🫢🤭🤫

18+ smut

The Gentleman’s Club

Stephen Strange wasn't entirely sure how he ended up where he was, at this stage he could barely even remember getting a taxi to meet his friends. It was the night before the day he had been dreading since the moment he got the invite. It was one thing to attend the wedding of the woman you’re still helplessly in love with, but it was another thing to put on a smile through it all.

“How about that one?” One of his friends asked, gesturing across the road to a lit up sign above a doorway reading, ‘The Gentleman’s Club’, “Surely the sight in there will prove some sort of distraction to your little situation tomorrow.”

“What, isn't that one of those top end lap dancing clubs?” Stephen half laughed out his words, looking over at it.

“Don't pretend you don't know what it is, Stephen.” His friend laughed, “Who knows, if you end up going into one of their famous back rooms with a pretty little thing, it may be all you need to forget her.”

“Hm.” Stephen pressed his lips together, swallowing hard, “Well, we’ll have to sober up a little more if we have any chance of getting in.”

“I’ll get Jonathon to head over to the corner store and grab us a couple of waters. That’ll work, right?” One of the other friends suggested.

“Yeah, as long as we don't drink them too fast and vomit.” Another friend laughed.

“Fuck it, why not.” Stephen shrugged, “Come on, we’ll all go to the shop, grab a bottle of water, hopefully sober up, and head inside.”

“Sounds like a plan.” His friends agreed, trying to walk across the road in the most straight line possible.

The water was a good idea for the most part, other than the new added liquid to their stomach making them feel a little queasy. Stephen glanced up at the sign above the club and cleared his throat, following the rest of the party inside. His eyes were immediately drawn to the performance upon the stage running down the middle of the room, blinking hard as he watched them gradually lose each piece of clothing.

“Grab a drink, pull up a chair, and enjoy the view.” One of his friends sniggered, nudging his side with a wink.

Stephen couldn't help but to allow his eyes to flicker to the stage as they stood at the bar, almost cursing himself for wearing his tighter pants tonight.

“I think that’ll turn into quite a stiff drink.” Stephen smirked as they walked over to the seats scattered about by the stage.

“Are you trying to tell me you've never been in one of these bars before?” One of his friends asked with a laugh, setting his beer down on the table.

“It’s been a while.” Stephen shrugged.

“Before… her?” He asked, gazing over at Stephen.

“Do seats this close to the stage come with a complementary pillow to put over your lap?” Stephen asked jokingly in an attempt to divert the question.

“I’m sure you wont be the first person to get a boner under circumstances like these.” His friend chuckled.

“What do they do, climb on your lap and talk about the first thing that pops up?” Stephen laughed, taking a drink of his beer.

“Depends if they like you or not.” His friend shrugged.

“Huh?” Stephen squinted his eyes.

“There's always potential for more.” His friend winked, “You just have to be lucky.”

“I see…” Stephen exhaled slowly, turning his attention back to the stage as the light dimmed.

His eyes widened as he watched several different women go about their individual acts upon the stage, leaning a little further back in his seat. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to them, but he kept his eye on one girl in particular. She was a red head, and he swore she kept looking at him on purpose. Each dancer was wearing a masquerade mask, but he tried his best to catch a proper look at her, finding his eyes squinting more and more each time. He took a drink from his beer and gasped as each dancer stepped off the stage and made their way into the audience, hardly able to believe his luck as the redhead approached him.

“May I…?” The red head asked, glancing down at his lap as the others also selected someone else each in the audience, “Mr…?”

“S— uh, Mr Strange…” He swallowed hard, almost even holding his breath as she sat herself over one of his thighs, “Yeah, sure…”

“Hi, Mr Strange…” She grinned, setting her hands on his shoulders.

“Wh—Why did you pick me?” Stephen asked, licking his dry lips slowly as he gazed down at hers.

“Me pick you?” She giggled, rocking against his thigh a little and smirking when she felt it tremble slightly beneath her, “You picked me, Stephen.”

“I did?” Stephen let out a small chuckle, lifting his hand to settle on her hip.

“You’re not allowed to touch, sir.” She shook her head, biting her lip from how quickly he moved his hand.

“O—Oh, I'm sorry, I-” He stuttered, swallowing hard.

“Unless you come with me into one of those…” She spoke subtly, gesturing toward the dimly lit rooms that were barely visible through the blurry glass of the window in the door.

“Wait, you mean…” Stephen blinked hard, feeling his palms growing sweaty from her insinuations.

The girl said nothing, only responding with a nod. Stephen watched closely as she climbed off him, glancing down at her hand reaching out to him.

“I give you permission to hold my hand.” She rolled her eyes playfully when she saw the hesitation in him.

Stephen smiled appreciatively and took her hand, almost thankful for it with his weakened knees at this point. He loosely gripped onto her and followed her toward one of the doors, looking over his shoulder at his friend in shock but only to be more confused when his friend winked at him.

“C—Can I just say…” Stephen let out a shaky breath when she brought them into the snug room, “I— I’m not expecting you to…”

“Shh, Stephen…” She shook her head sitting him down on the bed.

“I didn't come here with the intention of—” He inhaled sharply when she sat on one of his thighs again.

“Stephen…” She sighed, placing one of her hands against his cheek.

“You know, the boys thought it would be good for me to come here because it would take my mind off tomorrow, because…” He started to ramble, not even sure what he was saying at this point, “Tomorrow is going to be the hardest day of my life and— sorry. I’m sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all this… You don't get paid enough to listen to my shit.” He chuckled.

“Stephen!” She tried to stop him again, now rubbing her thumb against his cheek.

“So, I want you to know, I didn't come here expecting. anything from you, o—or from anyone!” He raised his eyebrows, “You actually remind me of her, you know…” His eyes scanned along her masquerade mask that she was still wearing, “So, I guess what I'm saying is… we can just stay in here and talk, if you want. We don't have to do anything, no one has to know, you’ll still get paid and I'll still… have some company.”

“Stephen.” She spoke in a more stern tone this time.

“Wait, how do you know my…” Stephen squinted his eyes before letting out a small chuckle, “I guess everyone just knows me now.”

“Not as well as I do.” She replied, reaching behind her head to unfasten the mask, revealing her face.

“W—Wait… what?!” Stephen gasped, feeling himself almost go lightheaded from the shock, “Christine?!”

“Sh!” Christine giggled, placing her finger over his lips.

“How did you—?! Wh—Why?! What?!” Stephen blinked hard, breathing heavily against her finger as it remained over his lips.

“I just needed to see you.” Christine bit her lip as she brought her finger away from his lips.

“But, but…” Stephen let out a shaky breath, feeling his heart beating madly, “Y—You don't work here, do you?”

“The hospital just doesn't pay the bills like it used to.” She teased, sighing dramatically before letting out a little giggle, “All part of the plan.” She shrugged.

“Plan?” He blinked hard.

“I needed to see you before tomorrow.” She narrowed her eyebrows.

“Are you joking?” Stephen squinted his eyes in confusion, “My… my friends told me to come in here to try and forget about tomorrow.”

“Stephen, listen, it’s all been part of the plan.” Christine raised her hands, placing them against his warm cheeks.

“How… how could they have known… you… were…” Every attempt at trying to string a sentence together was proving difficult for Stephen, “You’re getting married tomorrow… what on earth do you want with me?”

“Your friends bringing you in here, me being here, them telling you were to sit…” Christine brushed her fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes, “It’s all part of the plan to see if I'm making the right decision.”

“The right…” Stephen swallowed hard, feeling himself grow even weaker from the eye contact, “The right decision?”

“Charlie.” She raised her eyebrows, “Is he the right decision?” She lightly ran her fingernails against the side of his neck, “Or is it you?”

“Christine, I…” Stephen lost his breath from the feeling of her nails as the eye contact intensified, “I—I don’t understand…”

“I need to know…” Her fingers slid into the nape of his neck, inhaling sharply when she felt his hand place against her waist as she remained sat on his knee, “Can I kiss you?”

“Stop asking stupid questions.” Stephen responded, barely even leaving time for a breath before pressing their lips together and making a soft noise as Christine tightened her grip on his hair while kissing him back.

Christine’s hands frantically flew through his hair as their heads tilted in separate directions in order to deepen the kiss as quickly as possible. Stephen’s hand trembled against her waist as their tongues touched, almost scared to push his luck and place it anywhere else. He couldn't deny the sudden excitement mixed with the affect Christine endlessly had on him lit a flame of arousal in the pit of his stomach, and he hoped to god it wouldn't become too obvious too soon. He wrapped his arms around her properly as he stood up, keeping her around his waist as their kisses grew more intense.

“Interesting choice to carry me to the wall when we’ve got a bed right there…” Christine teased against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Stephen tried — and failed — to think of how to verbalise that he didn't want her hands to wander to the embarrassingly premature hard on he had just from her kisses and eye contact earlier. Instead, he stumbled forward until her back was pressed against the door, panting against her lips as he pulled back briefly to speak.

“I— I…” He tried to gather his breath, “I’m just making sure the door is locked.”

“Mm, don't be so prude, Stephen…” Christine bit her lip as he pathetically attempted to check the door with her still around his waist, “If you’ve stood up because you want me to get on my knees and suck your cock, just say…”

“Ch… Christine…” Stephen’s voice shook from her words and he gazed into her eyes, swallowing hard.

“Hm?” She looked up at him, fluttering her eyelashes innocently, “How about it, one last taste?”

“Wh—What, really?” Stephen raised his eyebrows, feeling his cock twitching in his trousers as she slid down his body purposefully slow until her feet were back on the floor, “Are you sure?”

“I don't recall you usually being this hesitant about a blowjob…” Christine gazed up at him with a smirk.

“Yeah, well, all the other times weren't exactly the night before your wedding…” Stephen cleared his throat, nervously licking his lips as their eyes met again.

“Look at you having morals…” Christine rolled her eyes playfully and held onto his thighs as she knelt in front of him, “Doesn't look like all of you has morals, though…” She giggled, leaning forward to brush her lips against the bump in the crotch of his pants.

“Fuck…” Stephen whined, feeling his hands trembling by his sides.

“Fuck?” Christine gazed up at him, raising her eyebrows, “Or suck, hm?”

Stephen’s words were taken from him when she popped open the button on his trousers, his heavy eyes watching as she leaned up a little further without breaking eye contact. Christine dipped her head forward and took the zip of his pants between her teeth, carefully pulling it down with a smirk. Stephen felt like he had invisible restrains upon his arms as he watched her with widened eyes, feeling his cock throb from anticipation as she pushed his crotch open purposefully slowly.

“Do you ever not tease?” He let out an uneasy chuckle, swallowing hard.

“Oh, I'm sorry, is this too slow for your liking?” She asked as she placed both of her hands on his trousers and yanked them down swiftly along with his boxers so they sat just below his hips.

“G—Go at your own pace, sweetheart…” Stephen stuttered, feeling her warm breath against his erection as she remained knelt close to him.

“Yeah?” Christine arched a brow, wrapping her fist around his length and pointing it down toward her, “You used to like it when I let you have me at your own pace…” She smirked.

“I— I was always just trying to buy me some time because I know you knew— know— knew— know… how to make me weak at the knees…” Stephen blinked hard.

“Is that right?” Christine smirked, “Well, look who's on their knees now…” She grinned, leaning forward.

Stephen’s mouth hung even further open as he watched Christine press her lips to the tip of his cock, resting them there for a few moments before pulling back and stretching a string of precum between them both. She only waited a moment to catch his reaction before moving her head forward again and enveloping her lips around the head of his cock completely.

“Ch—Christine…” Stephen choked out his words, his hands madly trembling by his sides. Christine smirked from his reaction and pulled her head back, starting to press light kisses along the underside of his length as her eyes fell shut.

“Mm, mm, mm..” She made soft noises as the kisses trailed back toward the head of his length, pushing it back in her mouth again and starting to swirl her tongue in circles against the sensitive ridge with her eyes still closed.

“N—No, no…” Stephen inhaled sharply, placing a shaky hand against her head, “N—Not yet… fuck, please don't do that yet.”

“Still a sucker for it, hm?” Christine giggled, teasing, “I’d have thought you’d taught yourself some self-control at your age.”

“It’s been a while since you were on your knees for me…” Stephen mumbled.

“Have you had many on their knees for you since me?” Christine arched a brow, wrapping her hand back around his length again and sliding it down to the base as she lined up the head with her lips.

“N—No comment…” Stephen swallowed hard, “I’d be lying if I said I didn't always close my eyes and pretend that it was you, though.”

“Mm, let’s give you something to jog your memory, then…” Christine smirked.

Stephen watched with heavy eyes as Christine parted her lips, pushing the entirety of his length into her mouth and holding it there for a few long moments whilst enjoying the heavy breathing of his anticipation. With her free hand, she took his wrist and placed it on the back of her head, letting out a soft giggle when she noticed how much it was shaking. Once his hand was entangled in her hair, she immediately started to bob her head back and forth with her fist following each movement while remaining snug around his length.

“O—Oh!” Stephen gasped loudly, his back immediately arching and leaning his head back against the door with his eyes tightly squeezed shut from the pleasure shooting through him, “F—Fucking yes…”

Christine lapped her tongue against him a few times as her fist jerked up and down at a relentless pace, opening her eyes briefly to catch a glimpse of his stupidly sexy expressions. Stephen’s grip on her hair tightened slightly as she started to match the movements of her fist with her mouth again, her cheeks caving in from the amount of effort she was putting in. Stephen moaned each time his length slipped in and out of her mouth, now placing two hands on her head and feeling them trembling madly as they guided her back and forth.

“Ugh, wrap your lips around my cock and all self control goes out the window, sweetheart…” He moaned out his words, rocking forward onto his tiptoes a little.

“Mm-mm…” Was all that Christine could muster as his length bounced against the back of her throat, impressively continuing her movements without a single gag as her eyes began to water — as if her mouth had been moulded for him.

Christine tightened her fist around his cock, enjoying the way it pulsated in her grip as she continued to frantically jerk it up and down following her mouth. Stephen gasped loudly and felt the flames flicker in his stomach in the only way Christine could make him feel, shakily grasping onto her hair a little tighter as his toes curled in his shoes.

“Mm, fuck, you’re…. y—you’re gonna…” He could barely speak from the amount of pleasure he was lost in, arching his back against the wall slightly. Christine smirked and immediately recognised his change in breathing and body language, pulling her head back so that the head of his cock was resting against her flat tongue, “A—Ah, yeah, m—make me f—fucking cum, Christine…” His hands were shaking so much at this point that they could barely grasp onto her hair.

Christine immediately obeyed his command and began to massage her tongue under the head of his cock while her hand continued to pump up and down the rest of his desperately aching length, twisting her fist simultaneously. Stephen let out a loud yelp of pleasure as he began to shoot string after string of cum into her mouth, his toes turning white from how hard he was clenching them. His moans bounced off the walls as Christine’s movements refused to let up, trying his best to grasp onto her hair as his chest heaved up and down while his back lifted all the way off the door as a result.

“Fucking yes, yes, yes…” His words were barely audible, jolts of electricity continuing to shoot through him, “A—Ah!” He gasped loudly as his body lifted itself off the mattress, his arms grasping onto the bedsheets before quickly raising to cover his face as he panted heavily into them. He pushed his hands backward and through his somewhat sweaty hair, staring into his bedroom as he tried to calm his breathing. He paused for a moment from how sweaty his face also appeared to be, evidently confused at the whole situation, and glanced at his watch on the bedside table before picking it up.

Once he had gathered himself together, he looked down at his laptop screen still open with the video at the end of what he was watching the night before; himself and Christine when they used to work together at the hospital. He attempted to move his legs but paused momentarily when he felt an uncomfortable consistencey gathered within his boxers. Scowling, he lifted the bedsheets up and scoffed when he saw the sticky result of what he could only presume had been from a wet dream. It was only then that the memory of the dream came flooding back to him — the drinks with friends, ‘The Gentleman’s Club’, the dancers, the masks, the redhead dancer approaching him, taking him into the room and revealing that she… was Christine. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was watching the old videos of them together and not knowing whether to cry or jerk off. In the end he forced himself to sleep. But now it was morning, and he had to get himself cleaned up, ready and presentable for a wedding. However, it just so happened to be the wedding of the woman who he had just had a wet dream about sucking his cock.

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ALRIGHT BABY lets go.

i read chapters 1-5 (half way into 6) last night and here are my initial thoughts:

i loved !! the writing…the way u write hadrian is so fun and i like the contrast to harry bc,, harry is an absolute slob compared to hadrian and he's so fun to read!1!! i love the choice of having him go to beauxbatons and i'm just imagining him in the uniform bc its so pretty.

IDK what you meant by "forgive the first lot of chapters and their quality" because its really good !! the only qualm i have is that the setting is a lot to take in for the first two chapters. i've actually had a hand @ it before and i was a little overwhelmed with the world (i wasn't truly ready at that time for its sheer magnitude of magnificence) and i wasn't dedicated to starting it off so !! i'm glad i gave it another try.

i really like the characters & ur ocs ! jacob and hadrians fwb relationship is really fun and so is his banter w raina.. i like claire so far and i do hope to see more of her !!1!!! which im guessing is the case for all of them. . hopefully. (am i attempting at foreshawdowing my predictions in ur own fanfic?) it physically. hurts me. to read hadrian not open up to jacob because of lily and his situation in general….. which slides me into the next topic i'm talking about.

lily gives me. extreme iffy vibes like,, not 'i want to punch her in the face' but its still wrong. her parenting gives off a lot of 'raising a soldier' vibes imo and its bad,, hadrian shows it by not opening up at all like i said earlier. i've seen a few responses & asks about it on your blog so i assume it'll be something that'll be addressed later on in the fic. i do think that she's a good step forward from the dursleys, however, still not perfect. + i think harry would have had a lot more passion for studying /learning (like hadrian) and learning knowledge if he hadn't lived in a household where they shut him down whenever he asked questions/had curiosity about something

there's a lot of plot questions with voldemort and the triwizard tournament etc that i have and i hope to see being answered later on!! like the year the tournament is set in (was the year harry turning 17 intentional?) etc etc. i have bets that hadrian's 'blank paper' trick is going to backfire. hard. and he's going to be the champion for beauxbatons etc etc last id like to say (chapter 6): i like how you had harry & hermione meet each other !! they are full on interrogating istg and its so fun.. i wonder if ron will appear ?? i have guesses he probably wont because ron is extremely average from an objective standpoint. anyway !! im very hooked into the fic and hope u have a great day :>>> i probably wont say something as huge as this next time i check in because this was just.. first impression thoughts and ALOT !!

Oooh this was so fun to read! Though I will admit I was struggling to remember what happened in chapters 1 - 6. That was so long ago in my memory! 🤣

I'm very eager to see how your thoughts on characters or events change as you go - it's making me really nostalgic in a way. And some of the things you've picked up on are making me clap my hands in excitement because ~foreshadowing~ and I'm insanely proud that I managed to keep the plot on track enough that even elements from those first chapters end up paying off down the track!

Have fun, darling! CS is a wild ride in some parts hahaha

Thank you for sharing! 🥰🥰🥰

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itsgeecheebitch · 1 year ago

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TITLE: Until Darkness Descends

CHAPTER: 6

SERIES: The Fall Part 1 of 4

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

PAIRING: Ardyn Izunia x reader

RATING: Mature

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this chapter was originally almost 5,000 words, which is way longer than my usual chapters. So I'm just going to release this scene in bite sized chunks. It's much easier to edit and proofread 1,200-2,000 words versus 5,000. Hopefully me separating the scene this way wont cause any confusion. The scene starts in the present before going into the past. The next chapter will pick up in the past before returning to the present.

The world swished by him at a rapid speed, causing the naked arid landscape to careen past his car. The warm afternoon wind felt good as it combed through his auburn hair and kissed his cheeks. It was going to be a long drive to Insomnia but Ardyn didn’t mind. Usually his preferred mode of travel was teleportation, but there was a sort of mundane charm to driving. It gave Ardyn the time to think and he had much to think about.

Eight years have passed since your arrival to Insomnia and you are now 18 years old. He failed to visit you on birthday last week but it couldn’t be helped. There was only but so many times he could forsake his duties as chancellor before the bill came due. He had to spend the last six weeks catching up on paperwork, attending tedious court meetings, and voting on frivolous empire laws and legislation he had little care or interest in.

He hoped you didn’t miss him too much but Ardyn supposed you were used to his unannounced disappearances by now. Sometimes he would disappear for months before showing himself again. He still had plans to execute and events to set into motion after all. Whenever he would return he would always come bearing gifts.

At first, the gifts were a means to placate you, to keep you from asking too many questions or bemoan his long absence. After a while, Ardyn started to look forward to the way your face would light up whenever you were presented with a gift.

Ardyn looked over at the glossy pink box that was tied in a perfect bow in his passenger seat. This time he splurged a little and got you something better than a trinket. A necklace with a delicate silver chain and red ruby in its heart shaped center. The perimeter of the heart was bedazzled in tiny diamonds, as were the heart shaped earrings that came with it. A smile graced his face at the thought of seeing your eyes brighten in delight.

The moment the smile registered in his mind, he immediately pulled it down into a scowl. He was not enchanted by you by any means. Your smile did not cause his heart to stutter, or his cheeks to hum with a foreign warmth. It most certainly did not make his skin itch with the need to be near you.

The gifts, like everything else he did for you, was just another means to an end. Another method that would bear fruit in the end the moment it came time to usher in phase two of his plans for you. For some reason the reminder of his plans brought a foul taste to his mouth but he ignored it.

He continued to drive down the lonely meandering road with nothing but his thoughts to keep his boredom at bay. As fate would have it you remained in Insomnia and adjusted to your new life as the prince’s personal healer. Your shoulders seemed lighter every time he came to see you, and you smiled more freely.

You spent less and less time around your parents and more and more time at the citadel. But your busy schedule wasn’t enough to completely free you from their cruel clutches. Ardyn had to do that himself. It was four years ago. He came to see you a little after your 14th birthday and planned to take you to see the circus. It had been a few years since you last beseeched Ardyn to spirit you away, although your desire to see your circus family never wavered. In order to keep you happy, Ardyn started to take you to see them a couple of times a year.

At first, the idea went smoothly. Ardyn would take you to see them every couple of months and the same song and dance would commence at every visit. They would greet you, exchange heartfelt hugs, give Ardyn a questioning, wary look, and then ignore him for the rest of the night in favor of talking to you. For years nothing came of those visits, until it did.

He remembered teleporting into your bedroom. Being a member of the court had been kind to you, bestowing you with riches that washed away your old life. Your room was as pristine and luxurious as the last time he saw it.

A plush pink and white rug laid underneath his boot clad feet and was swallowed by the presence of an enormous queen sized bed. Translucent pink curtains tumbled around the bed from the canopy, giving the room a true princess feel. And no opulent bedroom is complete without a chandelier.

It dangled above the bed and shed soft white light upon the vanity table. Ardyn walked over to the table, his curiosity piqued at the array of makeup and perfume bottles that littered the table’s surface. That’s when he heard it, the sharp piercing sound of skin hitting skin, followed by a cry and the loud crash of someone hitting the ground.

Anticipation was hot on his heels as he stormed towards your bedroom door. He didn’t even need to press his ear against the wood in order to hear her venomous voice stab through the wood.

“How is it my fault?!” Came the shrill voice of your mother.

“How is it not your fault?!” What Ardyn assumed was your father, replied.

He heard your mother scoff. “You honestly think it's my fault that she’s out there chasing after older men? You’re more stupid than I already thought you were.” That made Ardyn pause. They weren’t talking about you, were they? You weren’t the type to entertain the lecherous whims of men. And besides, you were still just a child. What gave them the impression you were seducing older men?

Venom dripped from your father’s words when he replied, “you watch your fucking mouth.

“Please, just stop already-”. Came your mousey plea. Your voice sounded wobbly and stripped bare as though you were fighting a losing battle with your emotions.

“Did I tell you you could speak?”

“No, let her talk.” Your mother’s voice bled through the door. “Let her tell you all about why she has a taste for older men. Who knows? You just might learn a thing or two about yourself.”

There came another loud smack followed by your rushed desperate words. “Please just stop! I’m not doing any of those things, Ardyn is my friend”. Oh, so this was about him. Ardyn remembered feeling confused. How did your parents know about him? They never saw him. To his knowledge you never spoke a word about his existence to them so how?

Your father gave you a humorless chuckle, “I’m s’pposed to believe in that crap?”

“It's true!” You cried. “He is my friend and we never did any of those things. He’s not like that”.

“Why do you think a grown man would wanna hang around a little ass girl like you? So you could braid each other’s hair and go shopping? Is that what you believe? Huh? You’re as dimwitted as your mother.” Ardyn remembered hearing your father snarl. He learned a lot about your parentage over the years, some from your tales of woe, and others from his own research and observation. It turned out their marriage wasn’t one born out of romance and desire, but out of responsibility and duty.

Your mother was a prostitute whose services were highly favored by your father, a lonely circus performer. He used her services for a few months before she fell pregnant with his child, you. After that they eloped. The house of cards that was their situation collapsed the moment they said ‘I do’. Since then they were at constant war with each other, yelling, slapping, biting, and fighting one another. So much so that they relied upon their circus friends, your beloved ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’ to raise you during the first few years of your childhood.

As repulsed as they were by one another, it didn’t stop them from constantly fucking like rabbits. Perhaps that was what kept them off the brink of divorce for all these years, that and the profit they leeched from your talents.

Your mother’s voice was the next one he heard. “I ain’t the one who gave her daddy issues, hun. This is all on you. As for you,” thwack! There was a familiar feminine cry, yours. She raised her hand at you. Blistering hot rage scorched the inside of his body. It snarled and seethed like a rabid beast out for blood. The grip he had on your doorknob was white knuckle tight. He remembered seeing black veins branch over the surface of his skin like webs, threatening to conquer his already fracturing mind.

Ardyn inhaled deeply and washed away the rage with his breath. The action only took some of the edge off but at least the black web was gone and he no longer felt the scourge wiggle and squirm inside of him. He didn't have time to question his reason for getting angry on your behalf since your mother began to speak again.

“Did you think we really wouldn’t find out?” Your mother continued.

“I wasn’t keeping him a secret!” You said, your voice heavy with tears.

“Oh so sneaking behind our backs to go visit the circus with him for all these years was just your way of introducing him to us? You’re fucking him?” So that’s how they found out about him. Your dear old auntie Maggie and uncle Renji spilled the beans. He had a feeling they would eventually notify your parents of his involvement in your life but he wasn’t sure. There had been radio silence between them and your parents for years, so Ardyn had no reason to suspect they would break the silence over this.

“For the last time, no!” You said.

“Honestly, I don’t really give a shit what you do but you better not fuck this up for us.” Your mother replied. Her apathetic words, coupled with the arctic chill in her voice, only excited Ardyn’s anger even more. “You really think King Regis would let you continue to play healer with his son while knowing you spread your legs for older men? Gods forbid you end up pregnant. So you’re going to stop seeing this man. You’re going to keep your legs close and not give king Regis any reason to toss you out of his court. Do you understand?”

“B-but I’m not-”

“Do you fucking understand?” Your mother shouted. Darkness branched across Ardyn’s vision. The acidic taste of anger soured his tongue and vibrated in his molars. The hand that wasn’t holding your doorknob twitched. It suddenly became harder to ignore that insufferable itch, the bloodlust that came with being a daemon. The urge existed just underneath his skin, kept under control by spreading the scourge. As he witnessed the healthy hue of his skin melt away from his limbs, he knew the itch would require way more than a simple spread of the disease to quench it. He needed blood and it was your parents' blood that filled his nostrils with the phantom scent of iron.

“Yes!” You cried.

That seemed to satisfy your mother, but your father’s disgruntled voice suggested otherwise for him. “That ain’t fucking good enough” He snarled.

An exhausted sigh seeped through the door and into Ardyn’s ears. “You brought this onto yourself.” Your mother said. Ardyn heard the soft jingle of metal, followed by the soft clap of leather.

“Come here.” Came your father’s voice.

“But daddy-”.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Ardyn remembered hearing your broken sob. Your soft footsteps whispered across the floor before they stopped and were replaced by the thwack of leather hitting skin. Your cries were nearly drowned out by the thunderous strikes. They were hitting you, beating you. He balled his hand into a tight fist. He could kill them. That was all Ardyn could think about at that moment, how sweet their blood would taste on his tongue, how beautifully they would decorate his palms.

If you weren’t in the house, Ardyn would’ve thrown the door open by now and slaughtered them. But he didn’t want you to witness their demise. Seeing Ardyn hurt someone could ruin the relationship he carefully cultivated between you. He needed it to remain strong. That meant he had to wait a while. Fortunately for Ardyn, he was a master at waiting.

He remembered waiting for about a month before an opportunity presented itself.

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ireallydontunderstandpeopleatall · 8 months ago

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this past monday I took smores to the vet to check his condition of chewing on his back legs and on his butt/ back area.

the vet gave him and allergy shot which fixed him and mentioned for long term care to have moisturizing wash baths and benadryls

vet also took his blood to test his liver values, bc in may 2023 when he went to a diff vet for stomach issues and they tested his blood and saw his liver values were off and they gave him liver vitamins to help support his liver which he has not been taking bc theyre chewables but he has not been taking them bc he does not like them

on wednesday his blood work came back and his liver values are still bad and also his kidneys are showing b.u.n? which i need to give the vet a pee sample

so now vet said to do an ultrasound for smores which will cover his liver and kidneys and if necessary will do a biospy after.

and I'm in disbelief because my baby dog is now sick and idk what is going to happen and not sure how much longer he will be with me

this mid week i was so depressed and stressed out bc of costs

the ultrasound i called about to 2 vet specialists our vet recommended and they have both quoted about $745-$920. which means to get an xray alone is already 1,000 dollars.

I can pay 1 ,000 dollars but what is next? how much will treatment be? i googled liver disease in dogs and one person said they paid 14,000$ just to get a diagnosis. I don't have 14,000 now, nor will I ever have it all at once.

I feel so helpless that I can not do more for my baby, and i dont know what to do, am I just suppose to not get him medical care??

I read posts from the rainbow bridge and people who say things like they wish they could have done more for him/her. i now know what that really means.

I thought about how I only have 4,000 and i just let my mom borrow it because shes fucking irresponsible and needs to pay back her debt. and she wont be paying me back for a while but I didnt think i would need that money rn and how wrong i was.

then my fucking big credit card is maxed out due to my mom's usage also. it would have 5,000 which i could have really used for the ultrasound.

and so i was sitting there flipping through my accounts and looking at my balances like a few thousand dollars was going to magically pop up in them and save me and my dog

i looked at my digit savings and even if i cash over absolutely everything I will have CLOSE to 4,000. not even 4,000 :(

then my paypal credit which i asked for a credit line increase and they gave me 2,000 but it said i do not get an actual card for it and its mainly for online purchases so that doesnt help me at all.

so finally i applied for care credit and luckily was approved for 5,000.

also to note i just bought my tesla and the payments are so high and insurance is through the roof and i will turn over this car if i need to to free up money to set aside for smores treatment so we'll see if it comes down to that. it's my dream car but i can always buy another one later and my baby dog needs me right now

so hopefully care credit is enough for everything and i really hope a biopsy will not be 14,000. if things can stay below 8,000 for everything than that is something that i can reach but if they start quoting me 20k or so I'm afraid i will have to make some tough decisions and start considering end of life services for smores.

I have been thinking about it and if it comes down to me absolutely not being able to afford paying for smores services then i will have to start having a conversation with his vet on what i can do to make sure he is comfortable for the rest of his time :(

this week has been me taking so many pics, spending so much time, making sure he feels loved and looking at him like i will never see him again. i keep thinking of how i dont want to think of what it will be like without him, im not sure i will be able to breathe. he is my soul dog and i love him with all of my heart

I called around to see if i could find a better deal on an ultrasound but it looks like i can't. i also have an option of 2 places and right now I have booked with the "better place " but its 3 weeks out and being that long out also stresses me out and idk

I been putting his liver supplements in his water so he can actually take some of it. I really wish I had been addressing this sooner.

with the death of my aunt who i love so much, stephen who was such a good friend and poor daniel. I just want to try to stay positive bc i jsut dont know what to do or think anymore.

the sudden deaths of my loved ones in such a little time has been so hard on me, I remember after finding out about each one my mind goes to a dark place and my body kind of falls apart for a time and it just feels like it gets weaker with each one. I have questioned my own health and then i get scared of what if

anyways so thats whats going on w smores so far

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cold-arrow · 2 years ago

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Doctor’s Notes, Book 6 part 6

| Misery out of Mirrorbar | Summary, Things of note since last entry:

The airship, city errands Aldrin's accompaniment. mo money, mo riches, resupply Research, realization.

The Library of Mirrorbar, book on elementals. the smoke assassins book, creatures from the elemental chaos, the fish and the "Frogs" Diseased discovery. taking notes, to take on the go

discussion of deadly consequences. a cure. departure for Deadstone Cleft. making aid, before it's too late. the Lantern Wrench warfare, Interrogation. a moment of peace. heart to heart a moment of panic. a dragon's presence

| 1 / 7 | the tension didn’t really fade after we introduced Aldrin to some of the other crew members and the captain. I’m a bit worried as to how things are gonna go once we set out. Hopefully, it wont result with anybody being thrown over the edge? but I guess that very much depends. Lym definitely has thrown some glares at her brother, whenever she deigns to look at him. But hasn’t really done anything yet. Which is hopefully good?

-- I would have liked/preferred to set out as soon as possible as well, and… therefore felt quite guilty, for mentioning that there were still a couple of things I needed / wanted to take care of, while we were still in Mirrorbar. If it takes too long, ill just postpone some of the… hopefully less urgent things until later. Or next time were in the city. But ideally I get them taken care of right now, so that we might be prepared for the future.

Aldrin decided to come along with me, when I mentioned that I hade few errands to take care of, for which im grateful. Lym simply headed down below, towards her room on the ship, and seems to want to be left alone. And Omrick will be remaining behind as well, since he didn’t have anything to take care of. Seeing as it’s just me who needs to take of some some stuff. I’ll hopefully be able to keep by business a short as possible. And should very much keep an eye on the time. -- sold some of the remaining giant treasures that were still left in my bag. As well as the Ruby that Varan had recovered for me ( albeit a different one.) We’d thrown so many things in there when we assaulted the forge, that id forgotten, or overlooked some of the stuff that was still in there. the crown and the dragon cloak in particular. Quickly divvied up the money, and handed Aldirn his share as well. I feel like he deserves it. And don’t want him to feel left out. Will give Lym and Ormrick their shares as well once I’m back on the ship. This should hopefully, or definitely be enough to purchase the final supplies I need for the Lantern. And the others things as well while we’re on the road. (or air I suppose). -- got all the reagents I need. ( Hopefully ) Purchased some extra’s just in case. Which should (?) be enough. It took some searching to find a good shop, which wasn’t ideal. But at least I should have the things I need now. And haven’t wasted too much time yet.

| 2 / 7 | With all the purchasing and selling taking care of. The one big thing that remains is Research. Which… I don’t know how long it will take. Hopefully I can take some books with me, and check some of them out on the ship later. But I don’t really know what kind of policies that the library here might have, in regards to that. So ill have to see. Maybe they’ll make an exception, if I mention that I’m part of the Lord Alliance? --

We had something more important to worry about… once we finally arrived at the library. The door. Or entrance

I tried pulling on door a few times, pushing as well. But neither seemed to work. That’s when we noticed there was some text written above the entrance, that read:

A spoken word unseals me It starts with T, Halfway between twins The next character lies.

A riddle, apparently. It took me a while to figure out how to even start trying to solve it. Quickly finding the T mentioned it mentioned at least, upon one of the letters carved into the door. But after that, I… got stuck. I managed to find the second letter as well, I think? But I wasn’t really even sure of that. And that’s about as far as I got. I… didn’t really understand what to do from there. And still feel incredibly stupid for not being able to solve the damn riddle.

Because, “if the next character is a lie” or is lying. Than how do you continue the riddle from there ???

I got a bit flustered due to my inaptitude, and my anxiety made want to give up, every time I got stuck again after the first two letters. Because I’d been standing there infront of the door for about dozen or so minutes now. trying to solve the library’s puzzle/riddle for, what at least felt like ages. And feeling guilty for taking so long cause the others probably wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. And making Aldirn wait, and coming along with me for all of this, while I got stuck in front of some weird door to the one place of knowledge and intelligence, which I felt like I was severely lacking in at this point. I… He… eventually managed to solve it. Thankfully. I told him about how I thought the first part of the riddle probably worked. And, he tried solving it as well. Taking sometime to study it alongside me. Before suddenly finding the answer. And speaking it out loud. The solution to the riddle, was Threshold.

After finding the second letter, he just continued the pattern. And found the R, which is where I got stuck. The riddle meant “lie” as in location. not as untruth. -- I uhm…. I’m uncertain whether im just stupid. Or whether its phrased poorly. If he hadn’t come along, I probably wouldn’t have been stuck their and eventually giving up, unable to gain access to the library.

| 3 / 7 |

The inside was Quite impressive. And I can kind of understand why the door was protected in such a way. Presumably, with even more abjuration or protective magic as well. The library here definitely gives the one at Crabgrass manor a run for its money. With bookshelves stretching for beyond my sight. Both to left and right of me, as well as above. Containing multiple levels, and a large cavernous pit in the centre, that stretched far into the earth below. Probably connecting to the underground part of the city, with its own section of the library.

Several people within it’s space, could be seen flying around. Utilizing boots of flight, or winged boots. To get around and access the higher shelves and more difficult to reach areas. Or to go down into the bit below. Both staff and visitors could use them apparently, cause it seems that they rented out the enchanted boots for personal use. As long as you remained inside, and returned them afterwards ofcourse. -- after looking at the interior for a minute or so, mesmerized, I eventually noticed a reception desk, and approached. And first and foremost, inquired about their policy on borrowing books. Since I ?? wouldn’t really be certain as to when I might be able to return some of the books, that I’d like to take with me. The price was… a bit more expansive than I expected. So it’s a good thing a sold some stuff beforehand. 10 gold per week is quite a lot of money. -- Though it makes sense I suppose, all things considered.

The mention of what might happen should I loose the book, or damage it… was a bit unnerving. But I promised to take good care of them. And to keep them save within my bag of holding. ( which apparently would be beneficial to them, should I loose any of the books? Not sure how… Though I guess they might somehow have access to the Astral sea perhaps?

with that taken care of, I than asked for some help with finding some books. I… didn’t realize how vague my request was, for a book on elementals, until I spoken it out loud. I guess that “a creature from the elemental chaos” isn’t as specific as initially might have thought. (Big surprise) I tried to narrow it down a bit to: a book on air elementals. And a book on creatures, probably from the side of the elemental water planes within the Chaos. Which they kinda took as the best they’d get, and guided us deeper into the library. Searching for one of the many a bookshelves.

I didn’t realize that all the books were unmarked, or that some were locked even, until we arrived at our first destination. She pulled a few books from the shelves to look at, and looked at something the we didn’t couldn’t see on their completely blank covers. After browsing through them for a bit, she eventually found the first book she was looking for and handed it to me. “A Comprehensive Guide to Elemental Magic” by Alaric the Wise. Upon giving me a quick description of its contents it definitely seemed like it would suffice, and I thanked her for her help.

* in hindsight, perhaps the books have been magically obfuscated in some way. either through illusion, or invisible ink. And the employees have some sort of way to look or see through those?

-- the other book was a bit more difficult to find. The library assistant asked if we could wait for a bit, while she looked for someone who’d perhaps a bit more well suited for my second request. We waited for a few minutes, but she never returned. Instead a golem walked up to us, much to my surprise. And motioned for us to follow them. I was a bit distracted studying its design initially, before realizing that it was waiting, and quickly shelved my thoughts and observations for the moment and followed suit.

The golem led us quite far down into the library, to an underground section I think. Which is where we met with an older dwarven follow, surrounded by desks piled high with books. He first asked if we were the ones inquiring about a book on the elemental planes. And upon confirming, presented us with quite a few options to choose from.

Unfortunately most of them didn’t really fit what I was looking for, and every time I mentioned so, he simply Threw the book away, or against a wall. Which… nvm After having tossed several books to the side, he eventually found on creatures from the elemental plane of water, and the planes surrounding it. But unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to take the book with me. However it was exactly what I was looking for, or at least as close as possible I think. So i had to settle for studying the book here at the library. And return it at the front desk later. I nevertheless thanked him for his help, leaving him to his towers and discarded pile of books. And sought out a relatively quiet corner to read from with Aldrin.

| 4 / 7 |

there are a few reasons for as to why I was looking for these books. The main reason being to, hopefully, be prepared next time we encounter any elemental threats that… have it out for Lym.

And the frog like creatures we encountered on the road, as well as the strange tentacles she saw in Gauntlgrymm, were quite unnerving. and concerning. And if we are to face any them again, whenever we have another encounter with the Kraken, I’d… prefer to be prepared. – The other book on air elementals serving a similar purpose; as to study up a bit on those deadly smoke beings, or elementals? that ambushed us outside the cave entrance.

( as well as to look a bit more into the air elemental, that is powering the ship. The Item that I found in princess Cinderhild’s room, is still broken as well, as far as I can tell. Or empty? And might need some energy from an air elemental to restore. ( Also, I wonder how she is faring, in the outside world. I hope she’s alright ))

… So apparently, they are called Slaad. The things that we encountered, or attacked us on the road.

They come in all sorts of colours and flavours, and have a hierarchy of sorts that also denotes how dangerous they are. Grey ones being some of the worst apparently. Besides some interesting trivia, that they have gems of sorts? embedded in their skulls. For example. Something much more important became…. apparent / clear, as I read up on them. As in; some Slaady, implant Eggs beneath their victims skin. Which would eventually hatch and grow. And than devour the host’s internal organs, from the inside… Or, A disease, that would slowly turn the victim into a Slaad. With no memory of them former selves. …. Especially powerful casters could be targets, as the slaad that “Emerge” from them, could possibly wield powerful and dangerous magics. I uhm…. I could continue on about the specifics. But I think I have some more important things to worry about, and take care of….

Finding a cure. Cause, while it didn’t mention, How exactly the people got infected. I don’t really think that matters? -- And ill be looking into a way of hopefully curing all of us. Sooner rather than later. And take some preventative measures. -- I asked Aldirn to read the entries on Slaad as well. Just to make sure I had read it correctly. And… we quickly agreed to, Immediately return to ship, once we were done. * I made some additional notes on the Slaad which are within my other journal. And took some pictures to take back and show to the others, just in case.

| 5 / 7 | I quickly helped Aldirn with a bit more research on the fish we encountered in Gauntlgrym. Which were definitely primordial in nature and originated from the elemental plane of water as well. And they should probably? Be safe for consumption. In small amounts. But ideally it be best to not really on them as a food source, since the elemental magic that they are suffused with, could potentially be harmful to creatures like us.

Or maybe not. Cause perhaps the energy on the material planes cancels that. It wasn’t really clear on that part… good to know though.

after dropping of the book about the elemental chaos at the front desk, and paying the borrowers fee for the book ill be taking with me, we quickly set out to the airship to go talk with the others.

Lym had decided to take a nap in the meantime, and was a bit groggy and irritated once Aldrin woke her up. But once we had gathered with Omrick on the deck of the ship, Aldirn and I shared our findings.

They were about as concerned as one might imagine.

I told them there was good news and bad news. The bad news being that all of us might be infected with a lethal parasite. But the good news being that, I probably might have a cure? Wasn’t sure yet. I know my restorative reagents are relatively potent. But not how much. Thankfully, Omrick explained that divine powers granted to him by his oath, should be able to cure any diseases. which hopefully includes parasitic diseases as well. Just to be safe. Both Omrick and I (hopefully) cleansed the entire party of any unwanted inhabitants, through our combine efforts. Him using his Lay on Hands, to cure all of us. And me quickly brewing together an, antidote / dewormer / antibiotic. The taste which wasn’t great. because the contents didn’t really mix well together, and coagulated a bit in… chucks. But ill keep that in mind for any future use, should we need it. And will make sure it goes down smooth next time. And tastes less terrible.

| 6 / 7 | We have finally set of. And our making our way to the Greypeak mountains. To try and find and scout out the Stone giants, that are increasingly becoming more of a threat. And a danger to… everything.

I’m a bit saddened that Angelo wont be joining us. But hopefully he’ll be alright. Am a bit worried as well, with everything going on in Gauntlgrym. We… should go there next. to help him out with things.

Began my work on the Lantern finally. It took a bit of time to prepare the final ingredients. But once that was done with, I could finally begin the enchanting process. Using a scroll of See Invisibility, I enchanted / treated to glass of the Lantern with the reagents and essence. -- The remaining components I used to inscribe some runes of dispelling and revealing magics onto the lantern itself. Which, should hopefully aid in its ability to reveal things, normally hidden from sight.

I just hope I don’t accidentally… find Her with it whenever I use it.

* full description of the enchanting process is in my other journal. -- Once I finally finished the lantern, I sought out Lym to show it to her and hopefully help me test it out. She unfortunately seemed to be resting when I went to her room. Which I realized a bit too late, once I heard her slightly irritated response upon knocking. But she was kind enough to help me out, and test out nevertheless. And it works! While it does need oil to burn, once it was lit, it was in fact able to reveal my invisible form with it’s enchanted light. Having taken a potion of invisibility, Lym was able to illuminate my from and reveal where I was. And it seemed to be working perfectly, much to my relief. Hopefully this should aid us, should we encounter any more invisible threats, chasing after her. Or any more Slaad that might now have it out for us , along with the Kraken -- Aldrin had joined us for the demonstration as well, while reading a book. Curious to see what I had made. And after the few tests that I’d wanted Lym’s help with, he commented on how he was surprised/relieved that I hadn’t blown anything up yet with my Alchemy. Feeling a bit underestimated, I offhandedly mentioned that I’d never blown anything up before, with one exception. And that was because the guy I was helping, was building some sort of explosive or bomb back in Mirrorbar, and had failed to label any of his reagents.

I didn’t really mean anything by it, but Aldrin suddenly got really serious. Pressing me a bit too much, for more details. I told him not to worry about it, and that it wasn’t anything serious as far as I knew. But… he didn’t really want to drop the matter. I tried to reassure him that it was most likely fine, and left it at that. But apparently he took offense to that? And mentioned perhaps needing to have a word with Lady Silverhand, while I simply left to clean up my workplace.

I don’t know, it felt like he was taking it too seriously?

Very seriously it seems. For he did end up contacting Lady Silverhand, and asked me later that day, to have a word with. Demanding, or… pressing me to clarify and expound in the matter of a bomb in Mirrorbar. I put up some protest at first, since…. I didn’t really feel like dealing with it. And that it was that big of an issue. But, it didn’t seem like he would leave me alone until I elaborated on the matter. So eventually I just did

I told him about the All-purpose tool, and where I got it. And that, when I went to purchase it at a store that I had visited before, there was a different person or shopkeep there, working on something in the back. After hearing an explosion, I wanted to check if he was alright. And apparently, he had a small accident while he was working with some explosives. He was unharmed for the most part. But the Idiot hadn’t labelled any of his reagants. And didn’t seem to have a particularly safe work environment either. So, I helped him out for a bit, afraid that he would blow himself up otherwise. And upon realizing that I wasn’t send by his boss to in fact help him out, we agreed upon a discount on the tools I needed. I gave Aldrin a rough description of the young dwarf, and the name of the place, which he still was annoyingly incessant about. Like, how the fuck am I supposed to remember I guy a met several months ago. In perfect detail. I gave him a rough description the best I could. And asked him to hopefully drop it after that. And I requested as well to not immediately raid the place, for suspicious behaviour. But suggested to perhaps send someone to investigate first, and to check on the explosions. Kinda felt sorry for the guy after I promised not mention anything as long as he didn’t mention my name. so it’s the least I could do, I figure. Hope the idiot isn’t actually up to anything stupid.

| 7 / 7 | following day was a bit more relaxed. decided to do some reading on the deck. And had an interesting conversation with Lym and Aldrin. Lym was telling him a bit about herself. And some of the things that had happened to our group in the past few months. Like the Fire giants. Her parents and brother. The sky ship, and the temple. etc. So eventually I helped fill in on some the details of the things that had happened. And talked for a while. Hopefully it helps give him a bit more context on things, and a better understanding on everything that’s happened. He might also finally understand a bit now, why we sometimes forget to mention stuff to the LA, with how busy we are with…. everything. at least after the Frost giant disaster.

But, it was a good conversation. Am kinda curious about where he’s from. Should ask him about some of the things from his home next time I get the chance. | Something is wrong… There some to be a commotion above on the deck. And I just saw traces of a green gases outside the window. Some of the crew don’t seem to be feeling well and sound like they are couching their lungs up. I do… What was that… I-I-I t-think I just heard to roar of a D-D-Dragon. Oh no...

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midnightbluerose93 · 7 years ago

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Part 1 of my Little Mermaid collection requested by @delc17 and with tumblr cooperating with me finally I’m going to show it off because they asked so nicely. In this post we have: - 2 Ariel statues one I got from a store called EverBlue and the other I got when I went to Disney on Ice for the first time. - A Flounder plushies that I also got at Disney on Ice and a Sebastian plushies I got at Oz Comic Con a few years back. - My favourite bag that I own which I bought from a store that sells stuff from all kinds of shows, movies, animes, ect. - And some clothing items that I bought from a bunch of places most of them are T shirts but there is also my favourite pair of leggings.

I apologize for the shit quality of the pics I did the very best I could.

#the little mermaid #collection #tanya makes a post #hopefully the next set wont take as long

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You hadn't meant to fuck up Carol's mission. You weren't that petty. But the look on her face when you disobeyed her direct order and took the shot was priceless.

You and Carol had never gotten on. The first time you laid eyes on her you were infuriated by her actions. The second time you met only amplified that.

You had been under cover for a year when she came along and screwed up your mission. It had taken a long time to be trusted by those you 'worked with'.

You had set up a buy with a huge advanced (and crazy irresponsible) weapons smuggling ring that would lead to you obtaining more of their weapons for SHIELD until eventually, hopefully, you would figure out the secrets to their operation and be able to take down the business.

Just as the dealers arrived at the abandoned warehouse Carol came flying in to take on the armed men, oblivious to the mission that was happening, in all her heroic glory.

"We got the weapons, it was a success."

After writing out the report and having a long convosation with Fury (most of which involved you describing Carol in ways Steve would have been outraged by) you had at least expected an apology from the blonde. You could still remember how that went down.

"It was not a success!" You almost screamed at Carol. It infuriated you to no end that after half an hour of talking she still didn't see the bigger picture. She really thought she had done the right thing.

"Yes we got the weapons - something I could have done on my own - but that's such a small part of the rest of what they're making."

"You don't know how much there is." Carol said, her voice as calm as ever as she leant against Fury's desk with her arms crossed.

"That's the point." You said through gritted teeth, determined not to loose your cool infront of her and Fury. "My mission was to find out and put a stop to it."

"There are guys in holding. They'll talk."

You almost laughed at that. "If I could ask them my way they definitely would." You silently cursed SHIELD's moral codes that stopped you from torturing the answer out of them. They wouldn't talk any other way.

"They'll talk." Carol said stubbornly. "And anyway, you should be thanking me for cutting your mission short."

And that was it. From that moment on you couldn't look at the woman without wanting to slap her. That had been months ago.

Despite you never hiding your dislike for Carol she never seemed to mind you. In fact, she tried to be around any chance she could. Always looking for ways to get on your final nerve, everything she did she did for your reactions that you had grown worse at suppressing.

You took some of it out on her during training. It bothered her but thrilled you that you too were on the same level in combat. Apart from the times she was a sore looser and used her powers.

But you had made a strong effort to avoid training with her too. She taunted you during fighting. Although you were used to it it struck different when her body was pressed against yours to pin you to the floor.

Your most shameful day was when her actions had sent a jolt to your core that you couldn't deny.

Carol looked down at you with an insanely arrogant smirk as she straddled your waist. She was always like this in her moments of victory, always wanting to rub it in.

"Wow, you gave in quickly today." She quipped, not even trying to hide the obvious undertones. That didn't even make sense!

You weren't about to give in when she looked so god damn smug. You gripped her shirt with two hands and lifted your hips to flip her off but she caught on both too quickly and too late. She lurched forward into your grip but instantly pinned your hands above your head as her legs fell down next to yours.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you realised her face was inches from your own, it was only then that you become aware of the darker specs of brown in her eyes that highlighted the lighter shades. They were beau- okay. They were okay eyes. Yours were better.

The corner of her mouth raised in her familiar smirk that you always despised. But being that close brought light to how soft her lips looked. They were slightly parted and you wondered what kind of things she could do with that mouth. Professional things of course. Strictly professional and tactical thing. Not sinful things at all...

You wanted those thoughts banished from your head immediately. You wanted to leave.

All too hastily, you tried to raise your hips again, only then noticing how Carol's new position had her core right over yours. The contact and friction was undeniable, as was the slow throbbing that started.

A quiet moan slipped from your mouth that you desperetly coughed to cover up. You turned your head to the side, not wanting to see if Carol had noticed.

"Get off me, Carol." You huffed, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"What? You don't like me ontop of you?" She smirked.

God you definetly did.

As much as you tried to ignore that memory and replace it with the time you were first introduced you rarely succeeded. And even then it was like your hatred for her only encouraged how much you wanted to feel her deep insi-

"Are you even listening to me?!" Carol yelled at you with a glare. You never zoned out during meetings. Carol knew that. Fury knew that. Yet it was still very clear you just had.

"Are you done rambling?" You quipped, not having a moment to place the filter over your mouth as the thought spilled out.

Fury arched a brow at the question and Carol's jaw clenched in an annoyingly attractive way. You did not regret that one bit.

"If I hadn't taken the shot the hostages would have died."

"They almost did anyway."

"Almost."

There had been some sort of detonator with the man holding the hostages. Once dead, the storage he had loaded into his truck had been destroyed and nothing was salvageable. That was important cargo, but you always put a priority on lives. Taking the bad ones more than saving the good ones admittedly.

Once a vigilante always a vigilante.

"I don't think you understand how valuable that cargo was."

The meeting continued like that for a while. You would never admit it to anyone, especially as fucking up the mission wasn't intentional, but seeing how the tables had turned from the last time the three of you were in that office? It made you happier than it should have.

You guessed the two of you were even now. Maybe she would finally leave you alone. Your happiness faulted at that thought.

Finally, Fury told you and Carol to go and that it would be discussed again tomorrow. He was clearly tired. It had been a long day and it was late, everyone else was already asleep.

Even as you trudged down the hallway Carol continued to rant about your inability to follow orders. You would be the first to admit you weren't a team player. You still weren't used to it. But you always follow orders.

"I can follow orders, Captain. I just choose not to follow yours." You said calmly as approached the hallway towards your room.

You hated that Carol's room was next to yours. You had been there when Carol had talked to Tony about staying at the Avengers compound. You had seen her sly smirk as she pointed out on the compound map which room she wanted. Knowing full damn well it was next to yours.

How long did she plan to keep this up? You definetly didn't bug her about her screw up as long as she was you. Why couldn't she just hold the grudge in silence like you?

"You put aside personal matters when you go on a mission, y/n." She continue to scorn.

"Not personal, Captain. I just know when a decision and order is bullshit." Your room finally came into your line of sight. Just a few more meters.

"It wasn't bullshit. It was the right call. You just refuse to do what I tell you to." You rolled your eyes at her insistence, something that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde.

"The whole thing would have been fucked if I followed your orders. You should be thanking me." You taunted with a smile. But before you could fully bathe in your victory of getting under her skin, Carol gripped your neck tightly and slammed you into the wall.

You eyes widened as your back hit the wall painfully and you struggled to comprehend that Carol's hand was really around your neck...and you liked it.

"What? Got nothing to say to your Captain now?" She smirked. A familiar jolt travelled throughout your body and rested between your legs at her words.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. Her hand, her words and the tone that accompanied them. You could always tell Carol was a top, but a dom?!

"If I could go back..." You started, your voice quiet with an edge of fear that made Carol preen. "And do the mission again...." Carol watched your face intently, awaiting your words of apology. "I still wouldn't follow your orders. Because I don't take orders from yo-" Carol stepped forward and forced one of her legs between yours.

You bit you lip to stop yourself moaning at the friction she was causing, the urge to grind against her leg was strong.

"Brat." She whispered with poison dripping from her voice. Her warm breath hit the small area of skin her hand wasn't covering and her hair tickled you chin.

"I have just the thing to deal with that. You wont be keeping up that facade for long."

You were about to object and assure her you would. That your stubbornness was just as strong as hers and you had been down this road before with others.

As she moved away from you she gripped your shirt in her closed fist and pulled you away from the wall with her. You hated that you instantly missed the contact of her thigh between yours. But her rough nature was doing it for you too. It had been so long since someone had been rough with you and you yearned to feel that again.

Carol had barely opened her door when she pushed you through the gap into her room. You were about to take in your surroundings and even pause to assess what was happening, but Carol's hands were on you again and all doubt slipped from your mind.

The next thing you knew your face was engulfed by soft pillows before you felt Carol's strong presence above you.

You could feel her knees on either side of your waist, pressed against you as though caging you beneath her. Her hands entwined with the back of your own and held them above your head under the pillows.

You went to move your hips up out of instinct from your training but Carol was too strong. She didn't even flinch from you efforts, clearly overpowering you in strength.

You reminded yourself you would not, under any circumstances, let Carol win.

You wouldn't apologise for the mission, wouldn't do what she said and you would not fully submit to her. It was something you truly believed, Carol knew this and it made everything you eventually did all the more worthit.

You could never imagine or anticipate the things you would let her do to you that night or the desperate way you would beg her to do them.

Her hair tickled your exposed neck as she leant down to whisper into your ear. "Anything you want to say to me before I begin? Perhaps an apology?" Carol questioned, knowing you would say no such thing but wanting to have more ammunition for later on.

You chuckled into the pillows before replying. "Go fuck yourself." It was muffled. But Carol understood.

She didn't reply verbally, instead she leant further against your body as her hands left yours and wandered down your arms.

Carol inhaled the scent around your neck as her hands reached your shoulders and decended to trace your collarbones that were visible from your shirt being lowered.

The blonde took her time memorizing every inch of your body, especially cupping your clothed breasts in her hands and ever so slightly grinding herself against you as she did so.

You reminded yourself to control your breathing as you felt those motions, not allowing yourself to be caught up in the firm grip of her hands against your breasts or the way she used your body to gain some friction to her core.

Her hands continued to massage your lower stomach, admiring the feel of your finally formed abs in a way she never could when you trained.

You kept your head amongst the pillows when her fingers danced around the waistband of your trousers. You didn't want Carol to see the anticipating look on your face at the touch of her fingers. They barely dipped half an inch beneath your trousers and panties but the contract gave you chills. You wanted to feel her against your bare skin more.

Carol retracted her fingers and instead wordlessly moved them to the centre of your trousers and unbuttoned them. You could hear her pull your zip down in the deafening silence of the room and you found yourself holding your breath in anticipation again.

She didn't hesitate once in her movements. With undeniable certainty, Carol slipped her hand under your trousers and panties to meet the space between your legs that welcomed her.

Carol sighed into the crook your neck as her fingers met your wetness between your slick lips. You bit your lip to stop any sounds escaping your mouth as the arrogant hero swiped a single finger slowly through your eager folds. She collected the arousal on her fingers before pressing it firmly to your clit.

Your hips rolled into her hand before you could stop them and the action caused a smug grin from Carol that although you couldn't see, you could feel against your skin. It was considerably worse and amplified your arousal as Carol could tell.

You hated feuling her ego. You hated that she had made you so wet your throbbing clit would slip around her fingers when she had barely touched you.

"Such a wet little brat. You're so ready for me and I've barely touched you." Carol husked as her finger continued to alter between running through your folds and rubbing your clit lightly.

It took every ounce of self control in your body not to squirm against her or make any noise. Your pride helped you keep those actions at bay.

Carol gripped your chin with her free hand and turned your head away from the pillow. You tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde, knowing it would make your self control waver, but her hand continued to guide your line of sight to her enchanting gaze.

Her face was so close to yours you were completely caught off guard when Carol's finger pushed inside you and was engulfed by your lower lips with ease.

You bit your lip hard at the action, still staring into Carol's eyes and refusing to be the one to look away first. The intense eye contact did you no favours in holding off your verbal signs of arousal, especially when her single digit curled to brush your most pleasurable spot.

You gave a breathy moan when Carol held her finger against your g-spot for a long moment before withdrawing it, your eyes marginally widening as you adjusted to the pleasure, something Carol wouldn't have noticed if your faces weren't so close.

Her finger pushed back in at a slow pace but always stroked the back of your pussy in an angelic way.

You moaned louder when Carol returned with two fingers, the additional surface area made the experience all the more pleasurable and you feared how quickly you would cum.

Carol studied your facial expressions as she fingered you slowly, figuring out the spots that made you preen in pleasure the most and even the best angles to approach it.

It didn't take her long to understand the eb and flow of your pussy better than anyone ever had. With this powerful knowledge, Carol's pace suddenly increased in an overwhelming way you could barely adjust to.

She fucked you hard and fast with her fingers. Her wrist twisted in the most agile ways that caused her fingers to burry deep within you.

You moaned continuously as you stared into Carol's brown eyes you were beginning to remember better than your own.

The pleasure was immense and you knew your orgasm would hit you hard. Your breathing became rapid and your walls clenched down on Carol's fingers desperetly as your body prepared for your release.

Carol's fingers increased in pace as she gripped your chin harder, ensuring you look at her as her smirk finally returned.

Just as you were about to explode around Carol's fingers she retracted them from your throbbing pussy and brought them up to her lips as she grinned at you.

"Carol!" You protested in disbelief and annoyance.

"What? You didn't really think I would let you cum so soon did you? You haven't earned the right. Unless, of course, you'd like to make an apology." Carol said as her eyes bore deep into yours.

"Like hell I will." You groaned.

Carol clicked her tongue in disapproval before finally looking away from you. Her fingers returned to your waistband, only this time she pulled your trousers down swiftly, deliberately leaving your soaking panties clinging to you.

She then got off the bed and strolled confidently towards her walk in closet for a few seconds, returning with a few pieces of metal you weren't surprised to be seeing yet still gave you goosebumps. Carol's keen eyes seemed to notice this and she grinned knowingly to herself.

You shifted onto your side to get a clearer view of the devices attached to the long silver chain, once Carol reached your side she roughly forced your shoulder down so you were laying on your back.

"You're very pushy you know?" You quipped as Carol moved to straddle you hips and placed the metal beside you.

Her jaw clenched tightly in annoyance of your words but she didn't look at you, instead running her hands along your lower abdomen beneath your shirt. Seeing her frustration at you, especially the slight heavy exhale through her nose very few would notice, helped you control the urge to shiver under Carol's touch.

"I hope you can do other things with that mouth of yours besides bitching, for your own sake." Carol said lowly before gripping the end of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

"It can work wonders," you winked at her with a grin, "and it's nice to know you care, Captain, not just a big, mean, dom I see."

Carol's hand wrapped tightly around your throat just as you finished your sentence. She glared at you with clear rage in her eyes, a look that made putting up your hard front difficult. You had a strong urge to apologise, but you instead pushed it aside.

"If you think for one moment I'm going to go ease on you at any point you are sadly mistaken, brat. I'm not done with you until you're a begging, quivering, pathetic mess that's forgotten her own name and only knows her Captain. Even then I won't take any pity because of the shit you keep pulling. Whores dont deserve sympathy." Your breathing was shaky as the words dripped from her mouth laced with poison, threatening to be the end of you.

You were made acutely aware of her grip of your neck tightening and her ability to cut it off and never let you breathe again. You weren't sure at what point you had given over all control, but you didn't want it to stop.

Carol leaned in next to your ear and her scent enveloped your sences again. Her voice had dropped considerably when she next spoke her whispered words. "I can't wait to break you." She bit down on your ear harshly making you yelp. You couldn't deny the effect she was having on your body, she could see it too. Of course she could, she was playing you like a fiddle and there was nothing you could do about it. It was a thrilling realisation.

Carol pulled away from you slowly while you tried to return your breathing to it's normal pace. It wasn't until you heard Carol's deep chuckled that you realised that your eyes were clenched shut. You opened them to see the blonde looking very proud of herself and the result she had gotten.

You couldn't make another witty remark. Your brain couldn't form any kind of coherent thought and you wouldn't have trusted your mouth to deliver it. Besides, after what Carol had just said, you were afraid to speak out of term again.

The self-certain hero reached around your back to unclasp your bra as her other hand came to rest on your stomach, pressing down as she used it for support while she leant forward.

Carol's eyes eagerly took in every inch of your skin the moment it was exposed. She slowly pulled your bra away before flinging it across the room without taking her eyes off of your breasts.

The cold air hitting your skin made your nipples strain in a want for attention, although you and Carol both knew that wasn't the only reason. Carol hummed at the sight and leaned forward again to rub your buds between her thumb and fingers. Your head leant back into the pillows at the attention, sighing in bliss before you hissed sharply at the the spark of pain.

The blonde smiled in amusement as she continued to pinch your nipples harshly, you didn't protests out of stubbornness.

Carol then picked up the forgotten clamps next to you, trailing the chain slowly and deliberately over your sensitive skin. She attached the left clamp with a silent concentration that filled the room with tension. You hissed again as Carol adjusted the screw to the level she saw fit, which was scarily tight, before moving to the next with the same accuracy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to enjoy the throbbing pain on you nipples, but the growing slick between your legs was telling enough.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip hard to suppress a whimper, failing when Carol gave the chain a quick tug that made you give a strained whimper that sounded more pathetic than it would have if you hadn't tried to stop it.

Carol moved further down your body and spread your legs apart so she could sit between them. You could feel the chain extending down your stomach so you opened your eyes in confusion and instantly squirmed.

The two clamps had separate chains that looped around a small ring that lay on your stomach, twinkling mischeviously in the light. There was a third chain on the bottom of the ring that had a clamp at the end of it. A clamp that Carol was guiding dangerously close to your still covered core.

You had had experience with clamps before, but the thought of one pinching painfully at your throbbing clit was one you were unfamiliar and uncertain with.

Carol adjusted herself according to your newfound protests to kneeling on your legs, each knee digging into each of your thighs as a show of control. Your hands were still free and just as you were about to sit up Carol spoke with a fake pout.

"Aww, do you not think you can handle this? Are you too sensitive?" She mocked making you freeze. "I can always stop if you want me to. All you have to do is say the magic word." The blonde continued to taunt.

Your pride screamed at you to make some snarky remark as to protect your ego, knowing saying 'please' would lead to you spiralling down the rabbit hole you refused to step foot in, while your fear begged you to stay quiet. But there was also a small part of you that was eager to experience the pleasurable pain the clamp would surely deliver to your clit.

So instead, you kept your mouth shut and stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep an eye on Carol in your peripheral while appearing to ignore her.

She smirked, unbeknownst to you, at your pettiness and trailed a single finger against the wet patch on your panties. You struggled to continue looking at the ceiling and bucked your hips to try and meet Carol's hand.

Surprisingly, Carol let you and even pressed further against your panties, rubbing your clothed lips and relishing in the effect she had on you.

Carol teased you like that for a while, rubbing her finger against your soaking folds before circling your throbbing clit. Every so often she received a quiet whine from you that flooded you with embarrassment, hating how your body betrayed you and pleased Carol.

Finally, Carol pulled your ruined panties down and gleamed at the sight of your glistening folds, the view making her pussy clench around nothing and ache more than it had all night. An idea sprung to mind and she smirked at the thought.

She took the third clamp between her long fingers and pinched at your clit. You yelped and bucked your hips up again as Carol entrapped the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"So responsive." She muttered, more to herself than you, as she slowly twisted the screw. Her eyes returned to your pained face as she adjusted the tightness, studying you to see when you would reach the peak of your pain and your limit.

Your face scrunched up at the sharp pain that jolted throughout your body and made you whine lowly as you turned your head to the side and tried to squirm away.

Carol took another glance at your strained bud, biting her lip at the sight, before gripping your under arms and flipped you onto your back.

You were surprised and caught off guard but all questions flew from your mind when you were pushed against the mattress, the clamps pressing down and amplifying your pain.

A tear formed in your eye as your nipples burned hot in pain and your clit ached against its restraint. You whined and tried to squirm away, the inch you did move only made things worse as your dragged the clamps and the skin they pinched across the mattress. You gave a small cry at the pain but pushed your face into the pillows to muffle it, still trying with everything you had to not let Carol win.

You were so caught up in the unnatural pain you didn't even notice Carol stripping herself of her jeans and pants. But you did notice when you felt her wet pussy lips come into contact with the back of your thigh.

You brain short circuited when you felt how wet she was and that she was slowly rocking herself on your leg, using your body to get herself off.

"What are you-"

"Quiet." Carol cut you off by demanding as her hands locked yours to the top of the mattress again.

Her arousal was spreading across your thigh as she grinded against you.

You could feel your own breathing increase rapidly as you heard Carol gasp out occasionally. You wanted to see her. You wanted to see the look of pleasure on her face as she approached her high. What did she look like cuming? Did you feel good against her? Would she ever let you make her cum with your fingers or tongue. You prayed desperetly that you would someday get the chance.

"Fuck." Carol moaned breathlessly. Your own pussy clenched around nothing at the sound and you knew that while Carol was getting her wetness over your thigh, you were getting your own on her bed.

Carol's grip on your hands tightened as her movements became more erratic, chasing her release.

"Your Captain's gonna cum on your thigh, brat. Such a good fuck toy for me to use." A moan slipped past your lips at her words. You cursed yourself for giving the reaction Carol wanted, helping her frantic movements.

"Oh you like this, slut? You like being my little fuck toy for me to use whenever I want?"

You desperetly searched for friction on the bed covers as you whined, only to accidently apply more overwhelming pressure to all 3 clamps.

Carol's cunt dug harder into the back of your thigh as she came with a low moan, coating your skin with the evident of her orgasm.

Surprisingly, Carol didn't move from your thigh as she brought a soft hand around to the soaking space between your legs. She tugged momentarily on the clamp there and you whimpered in protest making her snicker.

She fingers teased your lower lips as she spoke. "You seemed to enjoy that just as much as I did." Carol smirked arrogantly as her fingers swiped at your arousal. "Answer me." She demanded, delivering a smack to your ass to punctuate her words.

You didn't. Instead your breathed into the pillows and tried not to think about how they smelled like Carol in an annoyingly soft way.

Carol spanked you again harshly, barely giving you a chance to adjust to the last.

"No." You lied shakily.

"Don't lie to me. You're only adding to your punishment, not that I mind. It's just drawing out the fun I'm having. Being a lying little slut gives me something else to fuck out of you too." Carol spanked you again as those words left her lips. She gripped your hips tightly and pulled you up so your ass was on full display to her.

When Carol's hand returned to your ass her hand was considerably warmer. You thought it was strange at first until she did it again, this time burning hot.

You moaned into the pillow as your realised Carol was using her powers. And you loved it. The hellish heat, Carol's brute strength and the merciless ways she delivered the blows with no recovery time hit your core everytime.

Your legs shook in pleasure and pain and your moans got notably louder. Sometimes when you tried to lean back into Carol's hand she tugged sharply at the ring connecting the chains on your clamps and you immediately returned to your position.

"Something to say?" Carol inquired after a particularly loud moan from you.

It dawned on you how close you were to submitting yourself to Carol. How close you were to telling her you loved every second of what she was doing and wanted her to fuck you.

So, to convince yourself more than the dominant blonde above you, you spoke up. "Need your powers to help you, Carol? Can't do it on your own?"

The pissed off blonde spanked you unbelievably hard after that. Your whole body lurched forward so suddenly you almost hit your head on the wall. You ass was stinging terribly and you felt a tear trickle down your cheek just after you cried out.

Carol got off the bed to once again disappear into the closet, giving you a moment to wipe the stray tear away so she could never know it was there.

When the powerful hero returned your eyes immediately fell to the obnoxious toy between her legs.

You bit your lip at the thought of her fucking you with it. Despite that, you were in denial that something that long and girthy would even fit. Although you knew Carol would make it fit. And with the blonde as pissed as she was...

"God you're practically drooling on my sheets." Your cheeks redened slightly at her words. "You want my cock, brat? You wanna be your Captain's cockslut?" God you did. But you refused to admit it, even if there was a moan caught in your throat.

"It isn't for your needy little pussy yet. It's to shut you up." Carol said as she straddled your chest, the strap inches away from your face.

"I'm not sucking your fucking strap, Carol." You tried to defy passively with an amused grin. You wanted to, so much. The thought of doing something like that was making your cunt pulse. But you might as well get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. You refused to please Carol with such a submissive act, even if you could feel the cracks in your bratty walls grow with each exchange of words and acts.

To your surprise, Carol didn't push the idea any more, simply nodding with a sly smirk, as though she knew something you didn't.

Instead, the taller woman grabbed a small device from the side of the bed you had failed to notice prior. She twirled it in her hand, as though familiarizing herself with it as she positioned herself between your legs again, a place she seemed to be becoming familiar with.

As you gazed at the toy Carol held you couldn't help but feel there was something different about it. Something you couldn't quite placed. It wasn't as slim as any vibrator you had ever seen, not as pointed either, but there was something else to it too.

You didn't voice these inquires and the blonde didn't make any suggestive comments. So you let the thoughts go.

With her free hand, Carol unscrewed the clamp that had continued to grip onto you with everything it had. The release of pressure was unimaginably relieving but you didn't get long to appreciate it.

Carol wordlessly turned the vibrator on to a high setting and teased it against your skin just above your clit. Your hips jerked instantly in an attempt to lower the vibrator to where you needed it, but Carol placed a firm hand between your hip bones and kept you in place.

You almost whined at that, trying hard to keep it at bay, but Carol soon placed it directly onto your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked again as the vibrations hit you hard. The lack of a tip stopped them being focused to one point and instead pulsed down to every milimeter of your clit.

Despite this newfound pleasure, you couldn't shake the unnerving silence from Carol that hung in the room. Just as her lack of teasing with the vibrator hung over you. It seemed as though she was purely focused on drawing out your own pleasure, abandoning any precious plans. You knew that wasn't really the case. But you didn't know what was. It was anxiety inducing not knowing what Carol was planning in that stubborn head of hers.

The silent blonde watched you as she rotated the vibrator, grinding it into you like a drill that buzzed furiously. The vibrations were sending strong shock waves to your core that were carried throughout the entirety of your body in bliss.

Just as you were about to mentally praise yourself for not making a noise the vibrations seemed to multiple at an alarming rate.

You moaned the loudest you had all night at the feeling of warmth covering your core, emitting off of the vibrator that centred in on your aching clit that was drenched in arousal. Your hips tried to buck violently in search for the source of the vibrations that pulsed almost angrily.

You finally braved a look down as you panted heavily amongst moans to see what could possibly cause such uncharted pleasure only to spot the blue, yellow and red swirls of light you had come to hate the sight of. In that moment you didn't hate them though, far from it. You were entranced by the light show from Carol.

Your legs attempted to close around Carol's hand and the vibrator, but she held them apart. She watched you with an arrogant smirk as you threw your head back and moaned continuously, just as she had planned.

"Oh? I thought you didn't like me using my powers on you. You seem to be enjoying it now, judging by your slutty moans that is." She taunted knowingly.

You're unable to muster the voice to say something, to defend your ego. All you can do try to stop yourself moaning Carol's name or title.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as Carol's powers never let up, mercilessly pulsing waves of vibrations to your core repeatedly until your legs started to shake.

Your cunt clenched around nothing as your clit throbbed aggressively, desperate to reach it's release it craved so much.

Your moans became less coherent when your back arched and toes curled. Just as you were about to fall over that glorious edge all vibrations died down to barely noticeable sensation.

You whined lowly at the worst teasing you had ever felt. It was as though Carol held you over your much needed edge by the back of your shirt, keeping you in that vulnerable state until she decided to either pull you back or let you go.

"Do you need something?" Carol asked with a shit eating grin.

You brought your hands down to push the vibrator further against you but Carol pinned them together in the middle of your stomach with one hand. The strength of just that was able to stop you and it was frustrating to no end knowing that.

Her other hand stayed firmly attached to the vibrator that was quietly buzzing against you core. Carol occasionally messed around with the vibrations levels and the inclusion of her powers to take you by surprise, constantly keeping you on the edge of where you needed to be most.

"Jesus Christ!" Your frustration bubbled to the surface, unable to control your anger at Carol for the merciless teasing she was making you ensure.

"Nope, just your Captain." If you had control of your legs, you would have kneed her in that stupidly attractive face of hers.

The vibrations were becoming too much yet still too little. Every so often they would spike to the previous level before returning to something unfairly light. Your orgasm seemed to grow closer and closer each time before it was denied.

Once, Carol slipped the powered vibrator through your drenched folds with her powers lining it. It felt insane. Energy tickling your inner walls as the vibrations hit all the right areas. But, of course, it was quickly pulled away too.

Just like that, all defiance left your body and you surrendered to your needs.

"Carol, Please, I need to cum so bad!" You wailed in desperation, not caring how you sounded.

"Really?" Carol wondered aloud as she stared down at you.

"Yes! Carol..." You whined and returned her stare pleadingly.

"Who are you begging to make you cum?"

You gulped stiffly, knowing you were about to slip head first into the rabbit hole you had been avoiding so precisely all night.

"You...My Captain." Carol preened at the use of her title, something she had long awaited to hear you say and was sure you would need no encouragement to say it countless more times that night.

"Good girl." She husked and carelessly threw the vibrator to the side now she could use something better. "You want your Captain to fuck you? You wanna cum on my cock like a good little slut?"

Your nodded eagerly, knowing the only way was forward and that you would do anything for what Carol wanted to do to you.

"Please Captain, I want you so bad." You begged shameless.

"Well then you need to get my cock ready for your cunt." Carol stated matter-of-factly as she sat up straight and edged towards you.

The silicone toy between her legs was getting nearer to your face and your mouth watered at the sight, knowing you would need it to help accomdate the size.

You were so dazed by the sight of the toy bigger than you had ever seen that Carol had to tap your cheek to prompt you to open your mouth for her strap.

You did so instantly and without hesitation, quickly having the tip of the silicone toy at your mouth.

"Such an obidient baby now. You would do anything for my cock wouldn't you?" But Carol didn't give you a chance to respond. She thrusted her hips forward and in a flash she was forcing the strap into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

The blonde retreated the strap slightly only to ram it back in with more force and causing you to gag as it surpassed your limit without consideration.

You tried to sit up on your elbows to try and soften Carol's thrusts but she knelt down painfully on your arms as she gripped the headboard to aid her thrusting.

"I haven't even got you tired up and you're still so helpless." She mocked cruelly as she continued to make you gag and choke on the toy you struggled to accomdate so badly.

Eventually it became too much and you body fell limp in defeat, drool spilling from your mouth.

Carol didn't fail to notice this and chuckled darkly at the sight of you spread out on her bed with a dazed expression. She hadn't even fucked you yet.

As the dominant hero withdrew her strap she felt a rush to her core at the sight of your saliva glistening on her cock. You really had gotten it ready for yourself. Not that it would help you handle the size much.

Carol didn't waste and time lining the strap up with your entrance. Her hands were firmly placed on either of your thighs to ensure you stay spread open for her.

"Please." You whispered as you both watched the strap part your folds, paving a way for itself, before disappearing into your hungry pussy. You moaned loudly as the strap stretched your walls for it's entrance. You couldn't help but cling onto Carol's bare back and scratch the prominent muscle beneath your fingers as she sunk the strap in further.

The pain was present but it was overridden by the amazing pleasure provided by it. Your pussy clenched desperately around the intruder just before Carol bottomed out into you and you cried out at the unexpected motion, gripping onto the woman above you as much as you could.

She pulled the strap out slightly, only to slam it back in with force that made your whole body jerk and shudder. She pulled out more the next time, as though giving you a moment to prepare before thrusting the toy back into your still unprepared cunt.

You moaned over and over, struggling to form words and accomdate the brutal strap. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and pain as they took over every part of your brain, body and soul.

Her pace never faulted, never giving you a break. Every thrust was just as hard as the last, leaving you a moaning and shuddering mess beneath her.

"You feel how deep I am inside you, slut?" Carol grunted as she continued her onslaught of fucking tour dripping pussy.

"Yes Captain! Feels so good. You feel so good deep inside me." You moaned between breathless pants.

"God you're such a desperate slut for me. Dripping whore for me to use whenever I want." She punctuated each word with the snap of her hips.

The coil in your lower abdomen was starting to tighten and you craved your release.

"C-Captain." You stuttered as you started to shudder. "I'm gonna...cum."

"Beg me for it." Carol demanded and you complied without question.

"Please! Please Captain, I'm gonna cum so hard! Please let me! I'll be good for you." You begged as though Carol held your life in her hands.

"Why should I let you?"

"Because I- because I'm sorry!" You looked Carol in the eyes as you pleaded, letting you see her expression when she knew she had won. You both knew.

"How sorry?" Carol asked as her pace increased. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm for much longer.

"I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." Carol watched you for a moment as she memorized every inch of you during her victory.

"Cum for your Captain." With a cry, you came incredibly hard on Carol's cock. Your whole body shuddered violently as Carol fucked you through your orgasm in the most ungentle way possible.

"I'm cuming! I'm cuming on your cock, Captain!" Never in your life did you think you would talk like this to someone, especially not Carol. Never since meeting the arrogant hero did you think you would submit to her in such a wanton way.

Carol fucked you through your orgasm and into another one without even considering giving you a break or chance to recover from the earth shattering one you had just experienced. Your vision was still spotted with blanks as you tried to speak this to her but you couldn't manage to form any coherent words, the only sounds resonating throughout the room were your desperate moans, slapping of Carol's thighs against your own and the wet sound of your pussy being fucked, this being amplified even more now that your cum was swirling around inside of you with the strap.

Carol unexpectedly reached out quicker than you could react to and locked her hand around your throat. Her pace was harder this time, as though reminding you she hadn't forgotten she was punishing you and that she was still mad at you. Clearly very mad.

The strap slammed against the back of your pussy and had you crying out in a failed attempt to adjust to it. Even that was muffled by Carol's grip on your airways.

You couldn't believe the force she was able to gather to drive herself into you with each thrust. Over and over. You began to loose your grip on the world around you.

You plummeted into another orgasm in no time, your overworked pussy spasming around the strap as it released more sticky liquid onto it that you were too blissed out to notice was dripping onto yours and Carol's thighs. She smacked your thigh hard to show she at least had acknowledged it.

You lost count of how many times you had cum. When your limbs went weak and finally dropped from Carol's back she withdrew. Something you were thankful for until she flipped you onto your front and dove back in. Her stamina and sex drive was unforgivable and unmatched. And soon, it was the only thing you knew.

You continued to moan and scream profanities into the pillow while Carol wrecked your world above you. She had your head forced into the pillows with one hand and showed no signs of letting up.

You mustered as much energy as you could to squirm away but your efforts were futile. Your pussy ached with the punishing pace and extreme overstimulation you were experiencing. But you had no way to escape it. All you could do was lay beneath your Captain, voice horse from screaming so loud countless times, and take everything she was giving.

When the final orgasm was ripped from your body it was as though it had taken every part of you with it. Your exhausted and overworked body finally abandoned you and left you to be enveloped by the darkness and the strong arms of Carol Danvers.

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