#i still woud've kept it

[kamoboo]

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your skater boy ˖ ࣪ megumi fushiguro

⠀ ⠀18+ only ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ minors, do not interact ࿐ྂ . 18+ only

❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) ditching school to give your skater boyfriend!megumi a blowjob

˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, shy gumi, oral, male!receiving, dry humping, usage of profanity, usage of pet names, praising, established relationship, dom fem?

megumi was your boyfriend. everyone stayed away from him before you two began dating.

but once he was yours, all the girls wanted him.

megumi always wore a black beanie over his shagged hair that you loved to run your nails through, baggy clothes that hid his lean body, glasses that made him look nerdy but to you it made him even cuter.

he rode his skateboard everywhere, and when you begged him to let you ride on it with him he held your waist until you guys reached the bottom of the hil.

he smoked cigarettes, but you didn't mind, watching him blow smoke out of his mouth and lean his head back, with his eyes closed, adams apple on display made up for it.

you were the girl he had his eyes on, long black braids, on the track team, hung out with many crowds but always kept to yourself. you approached him first, after seeing him ditching class one day and you ditched with him.

that was your favorite thing to do together, ditch school, and walk to his house, he'd stand closer to the street on the sidewalk, holding his skateboard in one hand and your hand in the other.

you'd normally just go to his house since no one was home, and sit in his room talking about anything, making out until your lips were sore, then rush back to school.

it was his favorite part of the day.

and when you'd leave, his dick would be as hard as a rock.

megumi was a shy boy, he didn't know how'd you react if he tried anything. and sometimes you'd make him so nervous that his face would flush a bright red.

but right now, as you straddled his lap, hands tangeled in his hair–beanie disgarded somewhere on the floor, kissing him so sloppily, and grinding your waist into his lap it was hard for him to stay silent.

he whimpered into your mouth, his hands gripping tightly at your waist, you were sure it'd leave marks but you didn't care. but you were caught by surprise when you felt him hard underneath you.

you pulled away, breathing heavily and his eyes popped open. "you okay?" megumi asked, loosening his grip on your waist.

"i should be asking you that, baby." you moved back on his lap and placed your hand on his bulge causing him to immediately stiffen.

"do i always make you like this?" you wondered, stroking him through his pants.

"yeah," he groaned lowly.

silently you lifted up his shirt and then your hands were unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans, when your hands reached the zipper he covered his hand with yours.

"do you not want me to?" you looked up at him at in the moment you looked so pretty.

doe eyes staring at him, lips somehow still glossy, the tank top you wore giving him the perfect view of your cleavage, and your hand on his dick.

if he didn't have enough self control he woud've creamed in his pants by now.

but he knew sometimes you could grow more nervous than him. "no, no, i want you to, but are you sure?" he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip and you nodded.

"i wan'a know what you taste like." megumi removed his hands quickly and you unzipped his zipper, and pulled him out, he hissed at the feeling.

he was so big.

is what your first thought, your hand barely wrapped around him fully, but his cock was pretty.

a swollen tip that was begging for attention, you kitten licked his tip a few times, then swirled your tongue around it, megumi shuddering above you.

"y/n," he moaned. "p-please, put it in your mouth."

you smirked and bobbed your head down his full length, a deep groan leaving his lips.

"holy shit," his hands gripped his comforter, as you came back up, spitting on his length and stroking him at a moderate pace.

megumi was trying to keep his moans down but it was literally impossible. every time he looked down he made eye contact with you. you were bobbing your head up and down, gagging slightly which turned him on even more, and your eyes were beginning to water.

unexpectedly you tried to fit him all down your throat, pushing your head down until your nose brushed his pelvis and he rutted his hips to go deeper.

"baby, you're doing so good." he praised and when you went up to catch your breath, slurping up the mess you made he was in awe, "you look so pretty gagging on my dick."

as he got closer to his orgasm he got louder and began talking more, "all the way down, i wanna feel your throat." he whimpered when you did it again.

you could feel him pulsing and twitching in your mouth, so you came back up and stroked him faster, watching him crumble from your touch.

"gumi' look at me, don't you wan'a see me swallow it all," you purred and his eyes shot open.

the feeling getting more intense, you took him back into your mouth, staying near his tip and stroking whatever wouldn't fit in your mouth.

"f-fuck, don't stop y/n. oh-oh." he stared down at you and when you stuck out your tongue he came instantly.

pulling at your hair and moaning loudly, he looked adorable, face flushed, hair messy and eyes wide.

megumi breathed heavily, watching you swallow everything up and lick your lips.

"c'mere," he pulled up back into his lap and kissed you deeply not even caring that you just sucked his dick. "im gonna fuck you so hard," he whispered in your ear.

"MEGUMI!" his mother shouted and you both froze hearing footsteps coming near.

lets just say the first time you met megumi's mom wasn't the best first impression.

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[not-poignant]

Game of Thrones writers sometimes deliberately changed storylines if readers guessed what was coming, have you ever done that? And do you change them because people guess? Or for other reasons?

Oooo, cool question! I can’t stand Game of Thrones (sorry everyone), and I really hate that the creators/writers did this actually, and Glen and I (who have both done scriptwriting and creative writing) ranted about it to each other very passionately a few times.

I’ve only ever changed storylines that readers have guessed like once or twice. And it was in a very specific context. I can actually only remember one time: Once was someone who came into the AO3 replies and would tell readers things they thought were happening in the future based on what I’d said on Tumblr (before I’d ever gotten a chance to reply to the readers), without ever checking to see if the other readers even *wanted* to be spoiled that way (there are a lot of people not here on Tumblr because they don’t want spoilers) and it was frustrating enough that I ended up changing a particular storyline in part because of it.

But it wasn’t like... ‘bad, no storyline for you’ it was more like ‘I’ve made a mistake in how I’ve talked about certain plotlines on Tumblr, and I’d like to have some genuine reveals in this story, so I think I’m going to have to work harder to correct something I’ve done wrong.’

In the end, I did that. But overall I’m careful re: changing storylines, and I think it’s cool when people guess things! Because like, generally speaking, you want them to guess things! If you’re telling a story, and have a decent balance between foreshadowing and pacing, readers who like to solve mysteries will start figuring out things on their own. Some will ask you to confirm it for them (which is something I don’t really do anymore unless it’s private on Tumblr, and even then, some things I don’t confirm), and some will keep it to themselves and then go ‘I KNEW IT!!!!!’, and then others will be completely blindsided. It’s great!

The idea of writers deliberately changing things because people guess something they’ve foreshadowed is just really weird? It’s really weird. Some people have already guessed Mosk’s heartsong. It’s great! I’ve got foreshadowing there, so it’s possible to guess it for the people who are willing to sit down with a puzzle. And the people who just don’t care about that kind of storytelling/reading can focus on Mosk’s feelings instead, and the hurt/comfort, and ignore the puzzle completely until they get to the reveal. It’s my favourite kind of storytelling.

Instead, I’m a lot more circumspect about which spoilers I share and why, these days. I’m just aware that some people don’t really grok the spirit of ‘not spoiling other readers just because they know something another reader doesn’t.’ (The ‘I know something you don’t know’ impulse can be too strong to ignore, but sometimes I’ve changed my mind, or the story has gone in a different direction - it’s also why I now say that anything I write here on Tumblr isn’t canon unless it’s in the canon).

As a separate issue, usually the spoilers I post here are quite different to what I post on AO3, and I mentally kept them quite separate, idk why I expected anyone else to think that way, and it was unfair. So I became a lot more secretive with plot points. Some things I’m happy to reveal in part because I expect some people will already have guessed something is coming, or because I genuinely don’t think it’s as important as another reveal, or because it’s logical (like revealing daily excerpts of Eran and Mosk getting along when they’re not getting along right now in the canon isn’t really a spoiler, it’s just logic - it’s not a great romance if my two main characters never get along again).

What I like more these days is watching people speculating. Some people get it right. A few people guessed Vane as the traitor, but because everyone was speculating wildly, the truth gets buried amongst everyone else’s thoughts, and I can just respond to those comments on AO3 the way I respond to the others. And for folks who read the comments and my responses, they might build a broader / more spoilery picture if they want. And others can ignore it. I’m really happy with that system.

But I never changed the fact that Vane was the traitor, because the people who  guessed correctly worked hard to guess that, and I think it’s particularly cool to see people reread and pick up on the (small pieces of) foreshadowing. And for folks who needed the surprise, it got to be a surprise! That’s like, god, that’s like fucking gold. There’s nothing better than the folks who need a puzzle getting to guess some of what’s coming for themselves, and the folks who don’t want one, getting to enjoy the reveals. I work really hard to try and make that happen, I fail at it, but sometimes I succeed.

Changing storylines to stop that from happening is just shooting myself in the foot.

ANYWAY, as to other reasons I change storylines - actually I change storylines a lot because I come up with something I like more or works better in the plot. I generally strongly avoid changing to something that hasn’t been foreshadowed somehow. It’s happened here and there, usually because I’ve written myself into a dead end and to get out of it I have to go in a situation/outcome I haven’t laid a trail out for (this is why I actually have a buffer of like 6-8 chapters between what I’m posting of The Ice Plague and what I’m writing, to give myself a ‘catchment space’ to lay foreshadowing if I significantly change something - that buffer has saved my ass a couple of times).

Idk it feels kind of spiteful to see people guessing something and going ‘well HAHA joke’s on YOU.’ It’s like...watching people work hard and collaboratively with what you’re doing (which is generous and amazing), only to pull the rug out from under them because you didn’t want them to...succeed at working hard and collaboratively with your stuff?

For me, the only time I can remember doing it, it was a really specific response to a really specific circumstance, and it was more an overall aerial view of ‘okay while I enjoy talking about spoilers on Tumblr, I don’t think I can do it anymore in the same way, because it might potentially ruin the experience of people who *don’t* want that on AO3 - and I have no control over how other readers will interact with AO3 comments, and so...I will change the things I do have control over.’

So I do still talk spoilers here, just...in a different way to before!

As to changing storylines, usually only when I can think of something better, and I can still foreshadow it in a way that it makes sense when people finally get there.

In the chapter commentaries on Patreon, I often explain when and why I’ve changed a storyline from the chapter plan, and it’s almost always ‘this worked better and made more sense’ and never ‘someone guessed what was coming’ lol.

[lizajane3]

We all have certain expectations when it comes to falling in love with someone. A certain type. But it's never with who we expect it to be or maybe it doesn't end the way we expect it to. For me it was both. It's the all consuming type of love, the love that rattled and changed my whole world, that changed me. I'm my authentic self with you. I didn't have to pretend to be somene else when we met nor did I have to be someone else entirely throughout our relationship for you to love me. You knew all my thoughts and feelings, even before I admitted them out loud. I have many reasons to love you, and why I find it fucking hard to let go. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll lose a piece of myself. If you told me five years ago I'd fall in love with a man, who was never mine to being with, I'd legit laugh. I woud've never given a shit about a man who wants and loves me the way you do. I wouldn't have given you a second glance.

I met you at a dive bar. The last place I'd ever find myself in, but I had just come out of an 8-month relationship with my ex-fiance and a friend of mine dragged me there. I needed a night out though, just a few drinks then head home but then you found me. You complimented me on my leggings with that lopsided smirk, and oh I knew you were trouble in that moment. I decided to avoid you, but near the end of the night I found myself sitting next to you at the bar. There wasn't any heavy flirting , we were just having a normal conversation about your name (Which by the way I still don't fully know. I just wasn't aware how important a name would matter to me within such a short amount of time). My friend kept trying to butt in a few times, except I was distrated by how warm your hand felt in mine and that I didn't want to let go. You even had this smile on your face that has been burned into my memory, and the craziest thought occured to me. I'd like to kiss you, even if it was just once.

I wanted to kiss you. Something told me I'd regret it if I didn't. Now, it wasn't the kiss where we forced our tongues down each other's throats, it was... well, to call it simple would be the wrong word. Because it wasn't just a simple kiss. It was innocent, a kiss that lingered even after we separated. I may have had three shots of tequila that night, that's probably what gave me the courage to kiss a complete stranger but it didn't impare my judgment. I was still aware of my decisions. I normally don't think of myself as selfish person but I never had such a desire for someone else. For the rest of the night all we did was talk, get to know each other but you had a daughter to get back to and I understood that. I told myself that I could be selfish when it came to putting my arms around you, that I could kiss you when I wanted (of course this implies concent if it was something he didn't want I wouldn't have) but I could never be selfish with your time or attention. Because it didn't matter how much time we had together, even if it was for a few hours, a few months, or a few years, I would cherish ever second you could give me. And I knew after making out in the parking lot, I'd be heartbroken in the end but strangest thing is I didn't care. I wanted to know you. I wanted to be close to you, I just didn't know how close until about a week later.

[bubble-tea-dreams]

January 29, 2022

Dear diary

Today was.. the answer to all my doubts. Today I learned that, I was right to be thinking something was not like before..

I mentionned in my previous journal entries this guy I'm seeing. We had.. well, thought we had.. something amazing going on...

Yesterday I decided to just go check his profile and see if I could get answers.. On why he seemed more distant, for no reason.. and what I found just.. broke me. I still wanted answers cause, maybe there was an explanation.. So I texted him about it. I was not crying or sad. I was destroyed. Shook.

The reason he was more distant lately is because he has a girlfriend. He was in a relationship and yet he was seeing me.. for activities.. eat together.. for sex.. for cuddles.

He was in that relationship and in her back.. he kept talking about how he saw himself with me, having a baby, our house with our garden.. He wrote poems to me.. He wrote cute morning texts.. He kissed me with.. passion.. or at least, what I thought it felt like.. He would tell me how pretty I am.. so much more.. He even made us think about baby names.. Emma Sofia.. Logan James.. He'd text me how much he was craving me.. Here's a fb message I saved from december.. He was already with his girlfriend (once his ex) :

Dec. 25, 2021, 8pm

"Just imagining waking up next to you, making you breakfast, waking u up with kisses and whispers, making love in the morning, before our little one wakes up. Painting and playing board games together , reading him/her stories together making the funny voices ... cuddling in bed holding you tight till the moment you fall asleep."

And then in january.. Until recently.. By recently I mean exactly a week ago. Saying he wants me.. craving me.. badly.. etc..

I can't explain the feeling.. I'll try

Someone arrives in your gloomy life like a ray of sunshine and makes the flowers all around bloom.. The flowers being your hopes and dreams, your happiness, you trust... And makes bouquets of flowers for you, treats you like a princess by making flower crowns for your hair.. But he is hiding something.. And you find out later that he has been stepping on your garden of flowers that he bloomed.. You realize he had another garden and another princess.. You thought you were the only one.. It feels like the flowers have been stepped on, destroyed, reduced to a sea of lost faded petals..

Yeah. I got played. All I see is flashbacks of everything we had for that short moment.. For those two months.. From end of November 2021 to end of January 2022.. Our first kiss, first sex, first little date.. Seeing each other during our breaks at work.. Making out.. Promises that were just lies..

The happiest moments in the saddest weeks of my life.

I am currently on sick leave since yesterday, for two weeks — maybe more, we'll see.. — and it's mainly because of work but he plays a big part in all my hurt.. And I'm glad I found this out now and not later.. I would've not been doing well. At all.

He has to tell his girlfriend he cheated on her.. She seems like a nice person.. And no, he shouldn't wait longer to tell her. It's now.. The longer he waits the worse it gets.

Anyways, I feel sorry for the girl. If I knew he had a girlfriend — because he never told me — I woud've backed off. Now he has to deal with telling her. He's going to break her like he broke me.. He's going to lose both of the girls he liked. He's going to lose it all.