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lr made me think abt making fun of bakugo's shoes only to get hit with "WIDE FOOTED SHOES ARE BETTER FOR YOU ACTUALLY"
#bakugo#jokingly like WHAT ARE THOSEEE and he's like 'actually...'#ok i take it back im sorry#when my best friend and i broke up her new friend went on my private instagram and found a post i made talking abt her where#i called her a 'fat footed b*tch' and sent it to her#and her mom threatened to take legal action against me#ON CHRISTMAS#i just bring this up bc she was always complaining abt needing wide sized shoes#as far im aware the post is still up tho lmao#anyway#big footed bakugo lmaooo#you can't defend yourself here#shii posts#gen
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Force Jiratchapong Srisang as Top Tanin in Only Friends, ep. 6 (đ„șđ„șđ„ș)
#as always my top whump posts aren't for top haters keep scrolling and keep it to yourself aren't you embarrassed by now lol#anyway#his little unhappy chuckle... he knew they'd been on borrowed time#and now it's here and he can't defend himself in a way that mew would believe him#also the fact that he doesn't fight back until mew suggests that their whole relationship was a lie and top doesn't really love him#UGH#might write a whole post about that actually it's so well written and force does such an amazing job#top tanin#topmew#only friends#only friends series#only friends the series#force jiratchapong#rum edits#usercassi#mjtag#airforcewhump
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There is one thing I'm kind of wondering about.
Do addicts, ones that are so deep in like Ray is (I've been observing him more this ep and he really is constantly buzzed, his cheeks flushed. The most sober he looked was in the club, when he talked to Sand.), could really see that they should not introduce drugs etc. to sb else?
Especially in Ray's case when he would do anything to please Mew. Mew wants? Mew gets it. It's not like Ray is sober enough to actually think rationally (he does briefly question Mew about smoking, but hey fun is fun right?). He doesn't even want to admit he is an alcoholic, never mind a drug addict.
Mew knew FOR YEARS that drugs, and too much alcohol, and smoking (I guess) are bad. But he is having his moment, and doing bad decisions. That's on him.
Yet everyone is blaming Ray for this? That he is dragging him down? (Top and Cheum did mention how Mew is changing himself, but it still circled back to "the bad friend" Ray when even Mew was like "I do what I want".) Sure, Ray is not a saint, not blameless. But Mew walked into his lifestyle with open arms. Looking at what he said to Top that "he is only caring about himself now, a free man", I would gather a guess that he doesn't see Ray as a person anymore. Just sth that he can use to: change himself, spite Top (the kiss), have the fun that everybody seems to be so into. Also the faithfull one (welp, that didn't go well).
Ray is drowning. Had been for years. Mew knows that but it kind of looks like he either forgot or never really got it. That this "fun lifestyle" Ray has is his way of destroying himself, of escaping from reality, and not sb he really wants to be (or still would be if he didn't have his issues). Yet he chose to be like him for his "Mew upgrade". Sb others see as a burden. Sb people keep getting mad at, even Cheum went from "Ray you are perfect" to thinking the worst of him - so not sb you want to be to become one of the cool people. (Weird choice in my opinion. You want to be unbothered and just there to have fun - be like Boston. But he needs Ray for revenge since that is sb Top was jealous of so there is that.)
The others don't see that Ray is so deep in addiction and so mentally unwell that he won't stop Mew from joining him in his idea of fun.
(Top was using drugs but smh dropped them cold turkey as if it's not a big deal. He wasn't in the state Ray is but it's still interesting that he could just stop with no problems.)
#only friends the series#raymew#i think i keep Mew more accountable because in a way I am Mew#bookish#no romantic life (he is better here than i ever was) etc.#i get his doubts about himself#his lifestyle and he seems to know he is the one making poor choices#it's time for his friends to see that too#some of this probably doesn't make sense#also i can't believe i am kind of defending an alcoholic and a drug addict#i have the former in my family#they don't see that they have a problem and they won't keep you from drinking#the more the merrier for them (but won't push#especially if you are known for not drinking)#it's up to you to protect yourself#(tags look weird 'cause tumblr was messing with me)#mine post#only friends mew#only friends ray
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i once dreamt that my friend made me play enstars because there was an ongoing enstars x apollo justice ace attorney collab going on and it was so crazy they were dropping new character lore left and right. like they revealed apollo was scared of music because he's emotionally repressed and i was like đ that makes so much sense!!!!! anyway you can imagine i woke up and got so disappointed with my dream self like did you really forget about the entirety of turnabout serenade while licking that enstars boot
#.docx#don't come here going 'it's aa4's worst case though' i'm a 4-3 defender for LIFE#you can't call yourself a klapolly warrior while hating the case that establishes how their respective weirdness plays against each other#'it's because it's too long and i hated watching that clip of him exploding' consider this: SKILL ISSUE
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nobody here fucking listens to me nobody here fucking cares when its important im so sick of this fucking house
#my mom can freak out when i drop a fucking plate or something because when THEY yell or call me slurs or hit me its perfectly fine#my mom says she hated when my father teased me but she never stopped him wnd n#and now when i get called a fucking faggot its none of her business either#why would it be#when i tried to to kill myself when i was more actively suicidal it wasnt let's get my daughter some help it was fucking#do you want to go to a mental hospital? where they'll tie you up? do you want to be like your father?#other people have it worse. other people have made it. youre only thinking of yourself. youre making me look like a bad parent.#even now she talks all proud in her therapy sessions and with the case workers but i know she hasn't tried to help me at all. i have no idea#where my lifes going and i have no idea where to start and she hasnt helped at all.#but its okay because shes getting better and shes the only fucking person in this house that matters right. she knows EVERYTHINGGGG#when my brothers talk bullshit it's okay for them to have their own opinions. when she gets offended its never on my behalf. im queer when#she gets to say shes sooo supportive but then she forgets#i can't use my name because she gave me everything and i have to think about her feelings#when i defend myself im just as at fault because why would i defend myself right. why wouldn't i just lie down and take shit#i fucking hate this house#i hope i never see everyone here again#aethers rants#cw vent#personal posts and stuff idk#swearing cw
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Ever think about how fucked up it was that our desperate need for escapism led us to believe we could go to different realities if we manifested it well enough and meditated hard enough?
Ever think about how fucked up it was that it was mainly teenage girls that partook?
#i can speak on this#i am an authority because i fully subscribed to it#and defended it from naysayers#the odd1sout video had me livid when it came out i was so dedicated#now i fully believe anyone who swore up and down that it worked for them was really good at lucid dreaming#because thats all it is#you can't wish hard enough to simply not be here anymore and come back again like nothing#thats not how it WORKS#god save all the young girls still part of the shifting community#im so sorry the real worlds sucks so much that you feel the need to subject yourself to ritualistic fantasy#~°âą*andy says things#~°âą*andy rants
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My sister-in-law frustrates me to no end even though we barely ever interact because she keeps inviting my partner to parties with her Christian Republican friends, even though my partner told her not to send an invite to us if those friends will be there. And even though my sister-in-law is bisexual!!
And then she turns around and complains about not knowing how to deal with her friends saying, like, horrible sexist stuff as though that is just some natural unavoidable quirk of having friends!
Like, these Christian Republicans she has befriended don't seem to be kind - they're not even nice a lot of the time! They don't make for good friends, and she doesn't seem happy or supported in relation to them. In fact, she basically only ever talks about how her friends and/or current boyfriend are making her unhappy!
Because here's the thing: The effect of prioritizing 'including your Trump-supporter friends at your parties' over 'being invested in creating a safe space for marginalized people in your home', is that people who DO care about creating those safe spaces... won't wanna hang out with you! Because if you invite both cats and mice to your table equally, only the cats will show!
She's so afraid of losing the shitty friends she has now that she allows them to act as barriers to accessing friends who are invested in her wellbeing in a capitalistic hellscape!
It makes me sad because she's basically trapped herself, and there's nothing I can do to offer help without either compromising my morals or making my partner's life way harder by starting shit with her family.
Like, I consider myself a good friend, yeah? I try really really hard to be one, and it matters to me immensely. I am ride-or-die for the folks I love, and I am invested in being open and vulnerable and radically safe to be around when it comes to building strong friendships that are mutually fulfilling. I have a unique talent for validating people that I have honed for years because I genuinely want to make sure people feel safe and loved and seen.
And if my sister-in-law and I were friends, I could give all of that to her. I would strive to be an example of what it looks like when someone decides to care about you and treat you right on purpose, without expecting anything in return but your mutual respect. She would be family. She would be [Queer] Family. I would see to it that she knew she could call on me when she needed a friend.
But like.
This asshole has invited me to hang out with Trump supporters on multiple occasions.
We ain't gonna be friends.
#original#diary#family shit#I'll just continue to act friendly at family events#my friends help make me a better person. i don't think she could say the same for hers. makes me mad and sad#reminds me of the time i had to end a friendship bc a woman i had been inviting to group events revealed to me that she was#literally friends with Kelly Ann Conway. yes the aid to the president. that Kelly Ann. and when i tell you this friend of mine did NOT#understand why her defending Kelly Ann Conway made me feel unsafe. it was WILD#that's how my sister-in-law reacted when my wife was like 'hey stop inviting my non-cis ass to parties with transphobes'#both made arguments similar to 'i already don't have many friends why do you want me to lose more??'#like girlies you can't invite me and a bunch of homophobic Christians to the same party what is fucking wrong with you??#you can goddamn bet if you came to one of my parties there wouldn't be anyone there who'd try to defend the Trump administration#loneliness is frightening and painful and no joke but cowardice is no joke either#and this attitude meant that my wife and i could not safely rely on her when we went through several crisis situations#and this is something i find difficult to forgive bc shit was touch and go over here for a couple years#my wife isn't even as salty as i am about it but she never is when the primary person harmed is herself#maybe if sister-in-law recognized the flawed behavior and changed but she probably won't tbh and i have shit to do#have fun with your fascist friends girlie i wonder if sometimes it feels more lonely than if you were alone#have fun practicing the white silence our parents got so good at; you're really carrying on the family business your dad must be so proud <#i haven't had to deal with friends saying sexist shit for literal years sorry you've made yourself unsafe to trans people i guess#making friends is hard i know that all too well. but i also know that the more friends i make who make me feel sad and small#then the less time i have for friends that make me feel loved and motivate me to be a better person. time=limited. people=over 6 billion.#school was harder because the amount of folks was more limited. same with small towns. but we are all ADULTS LIVING IN CHICAGO#capitalism makes finding friends harder too but like it has GOT to matter to you that Trans people and POC feel safe#we each have control over whether oppressed people feel safe around us. don't fucking waste that.
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A stock image of a skeleton pointing accusingly/inquisitively, captioned with a pride flag and question mark.
me: rei and kazuki are mostly non romantic, nothing will happen between them and im alright with that-
rei's dad: kurusu kazuki was it? he's a peasent. we the suwa family are considered noble blood. is he the reason for the mistakes in your work? you have our familys blood running through your veins. you'll have to carry on the family. you have formed pointless ties. bad influences are common enough in this business.
me:
#forgot how out of the norm it is that rei and kazuki call each other by their given names until rei jumped in to defend kazuki here#rei's mother appears to not exist so i'm thinking the suwas see women as either unimportant or as incubators for the next generation#and men as tools or hindrances. like if you can't prove yourself to be a useful tool then you've gotta go (to the afterlife)#so i'm pretty sure rei's father would find rei so much as having a friendly relationship with a konbini clerk inappropriate#not to say their convo wasn't dripping with homophobia toward rei (even if old man suwa doesn't think rei and kazuki are together together)#but you get#sometimes people have healthy (if not affectionate) relationships with their call-me-sir-not-dad ass parents but i doubt it in this case#buddy daddies#suwa rei#suwa shigeki#rei
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superfan! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader
â° warnings: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (heâs very pathetic and perverted, itâs giving âstep on meâ energy.) gender neutral reader
â° a/n: heyyyyy guess who isnât dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just havenât been posting. but iâm hereeeee lol. hereâs a random yandere oc post, sorry itâs not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)
part two here!
superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.
superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.
superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didnât manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.
superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.
superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.
superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.
superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-
superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.
superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.
#yandere x reader#sub yandere#male yandere#gn reader#dom reader#yandere oc#yandere x you#soft yandere#yandere imagines#yandere x darling#yan oc#yan x reader#male yandere x reader#top reader#sub character#yandere requests#yandere#x reader#oc x reader#yandere smut#yandere oneshot#masochist yandere#yandere headcanons#yandere insert#yandere boys x popstar reader
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âif you eat at chick fil a youâre the scum of the earthâ posts always just make me wanna go get chick fil a out of spite
#win rambles#like i could explain my reasoning for eating there and defend it but i actually don't have to defend myself lol#and i'm p sure i already have in previous posts#but i'll just say this: some people really like to prove their moral superiority by saying 'it's so easy to do/not do this thing'#acting like being a good person is a list of things you have to do or not do (which is very christian)#and the people who say that are the people for whom it IS easy#and for some people. it is NOT so easy#for lots and lots of reasons#like if it's easy for you then why are you standing up on your soapbox talking about what a good person you are because of it?#'it's not even good' then why are you so proud of yourself for not getting it? when you wouldn't anyway???#anyway y'all can unfollow me for eating at chick fil a if you want but i'm so sick of this black and white view of the world#(also LMAO at the people who are like 'we don't have chick fil a here' THEN WHY ARE YOU A PART OF THIS CONVERSATION????#like i can't lie and say seeing this doesn't grind my gears and make me feel defensive but i'm not gonna defend my personal reasons for#going there and i'm not going to apologize for it or hide it
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How JJK Men React to Seeing You in Their Clothes
Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader; Yuta x fem!reader; Nanami x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,5k
Warnings: fluff over fluff, I'm pretty sure I already wrote something like this but I can't find it anymore lol, all scenarios talk about the clothes of the said jjk men being big on you so please don't read if this isn't what you vibe with (but feel free to let me know if you want a version in which their clothes actually fit reader quite well!)
Gojo Satoru
The apartment is unusually quiet as you move through the living room, your bare feet padding lightly across the cool floor. Gojo had left early this morning to deal with some âbusiness,â leaving you alone with nothing but a mess of his belongings scattered around. Youâre not one to complain though - cleaning up after him has become second nature after spending so much time together.
As you tidy up his place, you come across one of his oversized hoodies. Itâs sprawled across the back of a chair, still slightly wrinkled from when he wore it the night before. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the fabric, and for reasons you canât quite explain, you find yourself reaching for it.
Itâs soft, much softer than you expected. You hold it for a moment, staring at it thoughtfully before a mischievous grin tugs at your lips. You slip the hoodie over your head, the fabric swallowing you whole. The sleeves are comically long, almost covering your hands completely, and the hemline reaches down to your thighs. Itâs so big that it feels like youâre wearing a blanket, and despite yourself, you giggle at the sight of your reflection in the hallway mirror.
You sit down on the couch, pulling your legs up under the hoodie, and let yourself relax into the comfort of wearing something that smells like him. His signature cologne that follows him around wherever he goes, that makes your heart skip a beat every time you smell it. To be honest, you really miss him. These past weeks were so busy that you didnât really get the chance to see him more than 2 hours before passing out sleeping. What youâd do for a whole afternoon, just you and himâŠ
Not long after, you hear the oh so accustomed sound of the door unlocking, followed by the familiar voice of Satoru calling out, âIâm home!â
You stiffen for a moment, wondering how heâll react, but you canât hide now. Fuck, you never wore his clothes before. After all, they belong to him and you have no right to grab his stuff as you please.
Before you can say anything to defend yourself, Gojo steps into the living room, his bright blue eyes immediately locking onto you.
Thereâs a beat of silence. Then, a slow, amused grin spreads across his face.
âWell, well, what do we have here?â he teases, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
His sunglasses are perched on his head, revealing his crystalline eyes that seem to glow with delight.
âDid you raid my closet while I was gone?â
You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool despite the sudden warmth creeping up your neck.
âYour place was cold. Figured Iâd borrow something.â
Gojo doesnât respond right away. Instead, he walks over to you, crouching in front of the couch as he eyes you up and down. His grin widens as he takes in the way the hoodie completely engulfs you, making you look even smaller than usual.
âLooks good on you,â he murmurs, his voice lower now, laced with something playful but undeniably affectionate.
He reaches out, tugging on one of the oversized sleeves gently.
âIn fact, I think it suits you better than it does me.â
You scoff, though your heart skips a beat at the way heâs looking at you, like youâre the most fascinating thing in the world.
âYou think everything looks good on me.â
âThatâs because it does.â
His grin is infuriatingly confident, but thereâs a softness in his gaze that makes your breath catch.
âBut you, wearing my clothes? I think that might be my favorite look.â
He leans closer, his nose brushing against your temple before pressing a soft kiss there.
âYou can keep it if you want,â he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.
âI donât think Iâm getting it back anyway.â
Megumi Fushiguro
Itâs early morning, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a soft glow over Megumiâs small apartment. Heâs still asleep, his dark hair a mess of unruly strands as he breathes softly beside you. Youâve been staying with him for the weekend, a rare break from the chaos of jujutsu sorcery.
As you quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, you feel the cool air hit your skin. Without thinking, you look around the room for something to cover yourself with. Your eyes land on one of Megumiâs plain black shirts, tossed haphazardly over the back of a chair. Itâs oversized, much bigger than anything youâd typically wear, but you shrug and grab it anyway.
Slipping it over your head, the fabric is soft and familiar, carrying the faint scent of him. It hangs loosely on your frame, the sleeves too long and the hem falling halfway down your thighs. You glance at yourself in the mirror, a small smile tugging at your lips. Thereâs something comforting about wearing his clothes, like having a part of him with you even when heâs asleep.
As you turn back toward the bed, you freeze. Megumiâs awake. His dark eyes are half-lidded, still clouded with sleep as he watches you from the bed. You canât quite read his expression -itâs a mixture of surprise, confusion, and something else you canât place.
âYouâre up early,â he mutters, his voice still thick with sleep.
You shrug, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
âCouldnât sleep. I didnât think youâd mind if I borrowed your shirt.â
Megumi blinks, his gaze drifting over you slowly. He doesnât say anything right away, but you can see the way his eyes linger on the way the shirt swallows you, how it looks like youâre drowning in fabric. After a long moment, he finally speaks, his voice quieter than before.
âIt looks good on you,â he finally speaks out, a little awkwardly, as if heâs not quite sure how to compliment you.
âBetter than it does on me.â
You canât help but laugh at how flustered he seems, even though heâs trying to play it cool.
âReally? I think itâs a little big.â
Megumi shakes his head, sitting up in bed and running a hand through his messy hair.
âNo. Itâs perfect.â
He pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly,
âYou should wear my stuff more often.â
His words catch you off guard, and you raise an eyebrow at him, surprised. Even though you know all too well that Megumi Fushiguro has a soft spot for you, you never really thought about stealing or borrowing his stuff. After all, he is the guy who slaps the back of Yujiâs head each and every day over stealing his sandwich or equipment. And nowâŠheâs telling you straightforward that he wants you to wear his shirts?
âYou want me to?â
He looks away, his usual stoic mask slipping just a bit as a faint blush creeps up his cheeks.
âI mean... yeah. It suits you.â
Your heart skips a beat at his admission. Megumi isnât one for big, flowery declarations, but this, this small, almost hesitant compliment, is enough to make your chest warm. You walk over to him, climbing back into bed and curling up beside him like you always do after waking up.
âWell, if you insist,â you mutter teasingly, leaning your head on his shoulder.
âI might just steal more of your clothes.â
Megumi huffs, but thereâs a softness in his eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
âGo ahead,â he mumbles, tugging at the hem of his loose shirt.
âI donât mind.â
Yuta Okkotsu
Youâve been staying at Yutaâs apartment for the past few days, crashing at his place while youâre both on a break from missions. Itâs been nice: quiet, peaceful, just the two of you enjoying each otherâs company without the usual chaos of jujutsu high looming over you.
Itâs late in the evening now, and youâve just gotten out of the shower, feeling refreshed after a long day. As you towel off your hair, you realize you forgot to grab something to wear. Your suitcase is still in the living room, and you donât really feel like walking out there in just a towel.
Your groan in frustration over your usual absent-mindlessness, eyes landing on one of Yutaâs old sweatshirts, folded neatly on the chair by his desk. Itâs a little worn, clearly well-loved, and the idea of wearing something of his brings a smile to your face. Yuta definitely wouldnât mind you wearing one of his shirts, right? And even if he didâŠyouâd love to see that little blush creep up his face.
Without thinking twice, you pull the sweatshirt over your head. Itâs oversized, the sleeves long enough to cover your hands, and the fabric is soft and cozy against your skin.
Youâre adjusting the sleeves when the door creaks open slightly. You look up just as Yuta steps into the room, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees you.
âOh, hey-â he starts, but then he freezes, his gaze locking onto the sweatshirt youâre wearing.
His face flushes almost instantly, a deep red creeping up his cheeks as he stares at you.
âUh⊠is thatâŠ?â, Yuta stammers, clearly flustered.
You glance down at the sweatshirt and smile sheepishly.
âYeah, I hope you donât mind. I forgot to grab my clothes, and this looked comfortable.â
Yuta blinks, his face still bright red, but he quickly shakes his head.
âNo! I mean, I donât mind at all! Itâs just⊠you look⊠umâŠâ
He trails off, his eyes flicking away as if heâs too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
You giggle softly, stepping closer to him, to tease the hell out of him even more. That poor innocent boy who doesnât even dare looking your direction when you stumble in the bathroom in the morning with noting but a shirt and panties on.
Even though youâve been together for over a year by now.
âI look⊠what?â
Yuta clears his throat, still avoiding your gaze.
âYou look⊠really cute,â he mutters, barely audible.
âIn my sweatshirt, I mean.â
Your heart swells at his words, and you canât help but smile as you reach out and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âThanks, Yuta.â
He finally meets your gaze, his face still red but his expression softening as he squeezes your hand back.
âYou can wear my clothes anytime you want,â he says quietly, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
You grin, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist.
âI might just take you up on that.â
Yuta chuckles, his arms wrapping around you in return as he pulls you close.
 âI wouldnât mind,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
âNot at all.â
Nanami Kento
Itâs late, and Nanami is still out on a mission. Youâve been waiting for him to come home, but the clock is ticking past midnight, and exhaustion is beginning to catch up with you. After all, youâve had a long and exhausting day at work yourself.
Youâre curled up on the couch, half-asleep, when the chill of the evening air prompts you to grab something warmer to wear.
Your own clothes are in the bedroom, and you donât feel like moving that far. Instead, your eyes land on one of Nanamiâs neatly folded dress shirts, sitting on the back of a chair. Itâs probably not the warmest option, but the idea of wearing something of his feels comforting, like having a part of him with you while you wait for him to return.
You slip the shirt on, the crisp fabric soft against your skin. Itâs too big, of course, the sleeves hanging past your wrists and the hem falling almost to your knees, but itâs cozy in its own way. You curl up on the couch again, pulling the sleeves over your hands and breathing in the faint scent of him that still lingers on the fabric.
You donât realize youâve dozed off until the sound of the front door opening stirs you awake. You sit up groggily, blinking as Nanami steps inside, looking tired but unharmed. He pauses when he sees you, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight of you wearing his shirt.
For a moment, neither of you say anything. Then, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of Nanamiâs lips.
âYouâre wearing my shirt,â he observes, his voice calm but with a hint of amusement.
You rub your eyes sleepily, nodding.
âIt was cold, and I didnât feel like getting up.â
Nanami walks over to you, his expression soft as he takes in the sight of you.
 âIt suits you,â he murmurs, his voice low and warm.
âI didnât expect to come home to this.â
You shrug, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
âIf you donât like it, I can-â
âI like it,â he cuts in, his tone firm but gentle.
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before his hand lingers at your cheek.
âI like it very much.â
You smile, leaning into his touch as you look up at him.
âI might have to borrow your clothes more often, then.â
Nanami chuckles softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek before he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
âYouâre welcome to them,â he breathes out.
âThough I have to admit, you make my clothes look much better than I do.â
You laugh softly, your heart warming at his rare display of affection.
âI doubt that.â
Nanami shakes his head, his eyes soft and filled with affection as he looks at you.
âItâs true. But regardless, youâre welcome to them anytimeâ he insists.
With that, he sits down beside you on the couch, pulling you into his side as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body and the comfort of his shirt making you feel safe and content.
âThank you, Kento,â you whisper, closing your eyes as exhaustion starts to pull you back into sleep.
Nanami presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice low and soothing as he murmurs,
âAnytime, love.â
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Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S.Â
Synopsis. âBesides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesnât mean itâll work for me.â âWanna bet?â For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasnât the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy.Â
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.
Word count. 3.7k
A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.
Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.
Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.
Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.
Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.
You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.
âToru, if weâve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat againâŠâ
âHe was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!â Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about âcats these daysâ.
With your fiancĂ© being absolutely swamped with missions recently, youâd been anticipating this night for weeks now.
Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.
Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant youâd been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view.Â
Okay, itâs time.Â
âYâknowâŠâ he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on âRemember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?â
âYou mean swiped from my secret stash?â
âSemanticsâ he waves off. âBut anyway, I was thinkingâŠâ he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that youâd been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.
Oh shit, so thatâs what he was onto. Eyes widening, âToru, no.â
He whines, a pout forming on his lips. âCâmonnn, no oneâs gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.â
You raise a brow, âUnforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.â Â After the madness of last time, youâd ignored his sticky note for a reason!
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, âAnd just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesnât mean itâll work for me.â
He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. âWanna bet? Iâll do the dishes for all of next month. Weâll never know till we find out, darling.âÂ
You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoruâs gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly.Â
Shit.
Goosebumps erupt down your spine.Â
A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air.Â
â...two months.âÂ
Itâs all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, youâll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous.Â
âDeal.â he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.
 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. âI swear thisâll be a night you wonât forget.â he grins, biting into the chocolate.Â
God, he was going to be the death of you.Â
The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, itâs still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you wonât have to do the dishes for two months.
Now, Satoru knows he wonât have to do the dishes for two months.Â
Ah, how heavenly youâd be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maĂźtre dâhĂŽtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?
He risks a glance at how youâre faring - nope, still normal. Thatâs okay, heâll be driving you crazy in no time.
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Okay, maybe he wonât be driving you crazy in no time.Â
How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while heâs here mind whirling around how heâll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.
Fuck, it was hitting him hard.
Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.
Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he shouldâve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-
A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he mustâve imagined it.
Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh.Â
You.
A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because youâve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.
ââŠdarlingâŠâ
âHmm?â
He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. âWha-â
Oh. Oh, fuck.
What has he gotten himself into?
Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. Heâd be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.
Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.
The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. Itâs fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldnât give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.
âFuck!â
Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.
Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips.Â
He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.
Instead, he gets the opposite.
âBehave, Toru.â you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically.Â
You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. Itâs laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.
Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesnât even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?
The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. âNow now, Toru. Itâs rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why donât we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?â
Oh. Shit.Â
A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch.Â
He was not going to make it out of this alive.Â
Honestly, it wasnât hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancĂ© - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldnât let anyone else see him like that, of course.Â
You were sure that if you had Satoruâs powers then you wouldâve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.
You were going to ruin him.
Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldnât even be surprised if heâd just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he mightâve even admired the decor.
âMy girl.â he breathes out, voice ragged. Itâs all that is said before your lips are on his.Â
It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his.Â
Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you donât have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.
Satoruâs lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity.Â
Your mouth waters at Satoruâs chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.
âYou dirtied my heels, Toru.â you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoruâs wet pants. Unmoving. âWhat shall we do about that, hmm?âÂ
âAh! Please, my girl.â
âPlease what? Use your words, Toru.â
âPlease. Wanna cum so bad.â
Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words.Â
Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. âIf you say so, Toru. Better not stop till youâre shooting blanks.â
The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands.Â
âAh- hah! Fuck.â low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length.Â
Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up.Â
Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. âOh God.â
His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesnât even know if heâs on planet Earth anymore.
âToru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?â your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.
Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.
Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?
You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat.Â
Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over.Â
Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where.Â
Your hand doesnât let up either, milking Satoruâs cock mercilessly the way youâd been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoruâs thigh.
A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it.Â
âOh, my girl. Always so good tâme- Ah! Hngh, gonna-âÂ
Satoru doesnât get to finish his sentence before heâs pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.
Youâre not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.
You two were so fucking loud.Â
But right now, you wouldnât even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well.Â
It wasnât enough.
âYou said you wanted to cum, didnât you, Toru?â
A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. âWhat? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!â the strained words tumble out of Satoruâs kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base.Â
âI wonât be merciful, Toru.â
Ah, you could do this forever.
Nipping teasingly till youâre satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.
Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. âAh! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-â he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.
âYou can do it fâme, Toru.â you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.
Your fiancĂ©âs choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till youâre nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair.Â
âOh, darling. Jusâ like that. Losing mâmind.â he whines.
Your pussy quivers at Satoruâs slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him.Â
Tonguing Satoruâs sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more.Â
Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.
âCum, Toru.â
It was too much for him-Â
Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.
Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched.Â
And you do.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.
You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasnât enough.
Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoruâs flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant.Â
Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his.Â
Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoruâs lips are soft - or maybe thatâs the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what heâs doing anymore?Â
Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.
And he fucking loved it.
âYou d-drive me insane, my girl.â his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind.Â
Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?
Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. âIâm the same, Toru.âÂ
Maybe itâs your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe itâs the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs.Â
All Satoru knows is, heâs surging forwards. Heâs got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds.Â
Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet.Â
He doesnât give a fuck.Â
âHngh- Sâtight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needilyâÂ
Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoruâs balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals.Â
Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core.Â
Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips.Â
âGod, mâgirl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-â he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.
Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode.Â
You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.
What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more oftenâŠ
âToru~ Remember what I said? Youâre not tapping out, are you?â you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone.Â
âAh- donât know- Canât, please.â
You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. âIâve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?â
âM-mercy, please!â pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.
âMercy?â
âMercy!â
âNo mercy for you, my darling Toru.â
The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands.Â
You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. âAh! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-â he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.
Ah, you feel so full.Â
You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoruâs shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.
Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesnât know, nor does he care - not when youâre so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.
He canât stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, âDonât run away, Toru~â
He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.
If he thought his dick was broken after this time then itâs really unsalvageable now.
He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.
âI wanâ- I wanna cum, please, my girl.â Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.
âCum?â
âYes.â
âCum, Toru.â
Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. âAh- Cumming- Mâcumming hgnh-â
Satoru doesnât even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt.Â
Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you.Â
Maybe heâs died already.
âToru? Open your eyes, darling.â
Slowly opening the eyes that he didnât even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.
An angel?
âNo, Toru, your fiancĂ©.â you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud?Â
Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. Heâs never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.
Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again.Â
A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there.Â
As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks heâs never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.
âI love you too, Toru.â you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?
Your beautiful laugh, âYes, you did, Toru.â Throwing away the used tissues, you grin âYâknow theyâve probably brought out our food by now.â
Absent-mindedly, âMhm?â
âI was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.â
A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent foolâŠ
Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Paying consumer debts is basically optional in the United States
The vast majority of America's debt collection targets $500-2,000 credit card debts. It is a filthy business, operated by lawless firms who hire unskilled workers drawn from the same economic background as their targets, who routinely and grotesquely flout the law, but only when it comes to the people with the least ability to pay.
America has fairly robust laws to protect debtors from sleazy debt-collection practices, notably the Fair Debt Collection Practices Act (FDCPA), which has been on the books since 1978. The FDCPA puts strict limits on the conduct of debt collectors, and offers real remedies to debtors when they are abused.
But for FDPCA provisions to be honored, they must be understood. The people who collect these debts are almost entirely untrained. The people they collected the debts from are likewise in the dark. The only specialized expertise debt-collection firms concern themselves with are a series of gotcha tricks and semi-automated legal shenanigans that let them take money they don't deserve from people who can't afford to pay it.
There's no better person to explain this dynamic than Patrick McKenzie, a finance and technology expert whose Bits About Money newsletter is absolutely essential reading. No one breaks down the internal operations of the finance sector like McKenzie. His latest edition, "Credit card debt collection," is a fantastic read:
https://www.bitsaboutmoney.com/archive/the-waste-stream-of-consumer-finance/
McKenzie describes how a debt collector who mistook him for a different PJ McKenzie and tried to shake him down for a couple hundred bucks, and how this launched him into a life as a volunteer advocate for debtors who were less equipped to defend themselves from collectors than he was.
McKenzie's conclusion is that "paying consumer debts is basically optional in the United States." If you stand on your rights (which requires that you know your rights), then you will quickly discover that debt collectors don't have â and can't get â the documentation needed to collect on whatever debts they think you owe (even if you really owe them).
The credit card companies are fully aware of this, and bank (literally) on the fact that "the vast majority of consumers, including those with the socioeconomic wherewithal to walk away from their debts, feel themselves morally bound and pay as agreed."
If you find yourself on the business end of a debt collector's harassment campaign, you can generally make it end simply by "carefully sending a series of letters invoking [your] rights under the FDCPA." The debt collector who receives these letters will have bought your debt at five cents on the dollar, and will simply write it off.
By contrast, the mere act of paying anything marks you out as substantially more likely to pay than nearly everyone else on their hit-list. Paying anything doesn't trigger forbearance, it invites a flood of harassing calls and letters, because you've demonstrated that you can be coerced into paying.
But while learning FDCPA rules isn't overly difficult, it's also beyond the wherewithal of the most distressed debtors (and people falsely accused of being debtors). McKenzie recounts that many of the people he helped were living under chaotic circumstances that put seemingly simple things "like writing letters and counting to 30 days" beyond their needs.
This means that the people best able to defend themselves against illegal shakedowns are less likely to be targeted. Instead, debt collectors husband their resources so they can use them "to do abusive and frequently illegal shakedowns of the people the legislation was meant to benefit."
Here's how this debt market works. If you become delinquent in meeting your credit card payments ("delinquent" has a flexible meaning that varies with each issuer), then your debt will be sold to a collector. It is packaged in part of a large spreadsheet â a CSV file â and likely sold to one of 10 large firms that control 75% of the industry.
The "mom and pops" who have the other quarter of the industry might also get your debt, but it's more likely that they'll buy it as a kind of tailings from one of the big guys, who package up the debts they couldn't collect on and sell them at even deeper discounts.
The people who make the calls are often barely better off than the people they're calling. They're minimally trained and required to work at a breakneck pace. Employee turnover is 75-100% annually: imagine the worst call center job in the world, and then make it worse, and make "success" into a moral injury, and you've got the debt-collector rank-and-file.
To improve the yield on this awful process, debt collection companies start by purging these spreadsheets of likely duds: dead people, people with very low credit-scores, and people who appear on a list of debtors who know their rights and are likely to stand on them (that's right, merely insisting on your rights can ensure that the entire debt-collection industry leaves you alone, forever).
The FDPCA gives you rights: for example, you have the right to verify the debt and see the contract you signed when you took it on. The debt collector who calls you almost certainly does not have that contract and can't get it. Your original lender might, but they stopped caring about your debt the minute they sold it to a debt-collector. Their own IT systems are baling-wire-and-spit Rube Goldberg machines that glue together the wheezing computers of all the companies they've bought over the last 25 years. Retrieving your paperwork is a nontrivial task, and the lender doesn't have any reason to perform it.
Debt collectors are bottom feeders. They are buying delinquent debts at 5 cents on the dollar and hoping to recover 8 percent of them; at 7 percent, they're losing money. They aren't "large, nationally scaled, hypercompetent operators" â they're shoestring operations that can only be viable if they hire unskilled workers and fail to train them.
They are subject to automatic damages for illegal behavior, but they still break the law all the time. As McKenzie writes, a debt collector will "commit three federal torts in a few minutes of talking to a debtor then follow up with a confirmation of the same in writing." A statement like "if you donât pay me I will sue you and then Immigration will take notice of that and yank your green card" makes the requisite three violations: a false threat of legal action, a false statement of affiliation with a federal agency, and "a false alleged consequence for debt nonpayment not provided for in law."
If you know this, you can likely end the process right there. If you don't, buckle in. The one area that debt collectors invest heavily in is the automation that allows them to engage in high-intensity harassment. They use "predictive dialers" to make multiple calls at once, only connecting the collector to the calls that pick up. They will call you repeatedly. They'll call your family, something they're legally prohibited from doing except to get your contact info, but they'll do it anyway, betting that you'll scrape up $250 to keep them from harassing your mother.
These dialing systems are far better organized than any of the company's record keeping about what you owe. A company may sell your debt on and fail to keep track of it, with the effect that multiple collectors will call you about the same debt, and even paying off one of them will not stop the other.
Talking to these people is a bad idea, because the one area where collectors get sophisticated training is in emptying your bank account. If you consent to a "payment plan," they will use your account and routing info to start whacking your bank account, and your bank will let them do it, because the one part of your conversation they reliably record is this payment plan rigamarole. Sending a check won't help â they'll use the account info on the front of your check to undertake "demand debits" from your account, and backstop it with that recorded call.
Any agreement on your part to get on a payment plan transforms the old, low-value debt you incurred with your credit card into a brand new, high value debt that you owe to the bill collector. There's a good chance they'll sell this debt to another collector and take the lump sum â and then the new collector will commence a fresh round of harassment.
McKenzie says you should never talk to a debt collector. Make them put everything in writing. They are almost certain to lie to you and violate your rights, and a written record will help you prove it later. What's more, debt collection agencies just don't have the capacity or competence to engage in written correspondence. Tell them to put it in writing and there's a good chance they'll just give up and move on, hunting softer targets.
One other thing debt collectors due is robo-sue their targets, bulk-filing boilerplate suits against debtors, real and imaginary. If you don't show up for court (which is what usually happens), they'll get a default judgment, and with it, the legal right to raid your bank account and your paycheck. That, in turn, is an asset that, once again, the debt collector can sell to an even scummier bottom-feeder, pocketing a lump sum.
McKenzie doesn't know what will fix this. But Michael Hudson, a renowned scholar of the debt practices of antiquity, has some ideas. Hudson has written eloquently and persuasively about the longstanding practice of jubilee, in which all debts were periodically wiped clean (say, whenever a new king took the throne, or once per generation):
https://pluralistic.net/2020/03/24/grandparents-optional-party/#jubilee
Hudson's core maxim is that "debt's that can't be paid won't be paid." The productive economy will have need for credit to secure the inputs to their processes. Farmers need to borrow every year for labor, seed and fertilizer. If all goes according to plan, the producer pays off the lender after the production is done and the goods are sold.
But even the most competent producer will eventually find themselves unable to pay. The best-prepared farmer can't save every harvest from blight, hailstorms or fire. When the producer can't pay the creditor, they go a little deeper into debt. That debt accumulates, getting worse with interest and with each bad beat.
Run this process long enough and the entire productive economy will be captive to lenders, who will be able to direct production for follies and fripperies. Farmers stop producing the food the people need so they can devote their land to ornamental flowers for creditors' tables. Left to themselves, credit markets produce hereditary castes of lenders and debtors, with lenders exercising ever-more power over debtors.
This is socially destabilizing; you can feel it in McKenzie's eloquent, barely controlled rage at the hopeless structural knot that produces the abusive and predatory debt industry. Hudson's claim is that the rulers of antiquity knew this â and that we forgot it. Jubilee was key to producing long term political stability. Take away Jubilee and civilizations collapse:
https://pluralistic.net/2022/07/08/jubilant/#construire-des-passerelles
Debts that can't be paid won't be paid. Debt collectors know this. It's irrefutable. The point of debt markets isn't to ensure that debts are discharged â it's to ensure that every penny the hereditary debtor class has is transferred to the creditor class, at the hands of their fellow debtors.
In her 2021 Paris Review article "America's Dead Souls," Molly McGhee gives a haunting, wrenching account of the debts her parents incurred and the harassment they endured:
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2021/05/17/americas-dead-souls/
After I published on it, many readers wrote in disbelief, insisting that the debt collection practices McGhee described were illegal:
https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/19/zombie-debt/#damnation
And they are illegal. But debt collection is a trade founded on lawlessness, and its core competence is to identify and target people who can't invoke the law in their own defense.
Going to Defcon this weekend? Iâm giving a keynote, âAn Audacious Plan to Halt the Internetâs Enshittification and Throw it Into Reverse,â today (Aug 12) at 12:30pm, followed by a book signing at the No Starch Press booth at 2:30pm!
https://info.defcon.org/event/?id=50826
Iâm kickstarting the audiobook for âThe Internet Con: How To Seize the Means of Computation,â a Big Tech disassembly manual to disenshittify the web and bring back the old, good internet. Itâs a DRM-free book, which means Audible wonât carry it, so this crowdfunder is essential. Back now to get the audio, Verso hardcover and ebook:
http://seizethemeansofcomputation.org
If youâd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, hereâs a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2023/08/12/do-not-pay/#fair-debt-collection-practices-act
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What about the Doors/Pressure shopkeepers trying to pretend they aren't giving their crush special treatment when in groups. Like, special inventory, discreet discounts, all that jazz
Jeff (Doors)
"Oye, I see what you're doin', Jeff. Thought you weren't one for giving out freebies."
*shrug*
"Don't play dumb! I saw you sneak the skeleton key into their bag! Even Bob's a witness!"
No matter what El Goblino says, Jeff will just wave off any accusations of him giving you "special treatment" whenever you stopped by the shop with your group.
While none of them donated to the tip jar, you were the only one who ever did...and even when you came back again and again, it was always you who showed him charity.
The rest of your group would just argue over what to spend their money on, try to rush ahead, mess with his radio, etc. etc.
But you trust Jeff, and he trusts you <3
So you get small discounts on his wares, and despite him not being able to speak, you could tell he's only looking after you.
The goblin jokes about Jeff's little "crush" on you...then he sees the entity's eyes widen and realizes "wait amigo,,I wasn't being serious do you actually like them?????"
He just shoos him away and will deny it to kingdom come, but it is true.
The moment you realized his feelings for you was when Rush attacked the shop once, and you thought you were done for-
When Jeff instinctively pulled you behind the counter and slammed the shutter down, keeping you uncomfortably close (yet somehow you've never felt safer).
When it's all over, he blushes and lets you go free.
You thank him with a small kiss on the forehead(?) and promise to see him again soon.
The next time you get duped by Dupe, or attacked by Eyes, Timothy, Screech, or a snare and need to heal...you discover a few bandaids in your pocket that weren't there previously...
Huh.
Wonder who gave you those?
Sebastian (Pressure)
Normally, Sebastian doesn't care to make personal connections with any of the expendables.
He's just there as their supplier before seeing them off on their journey, hoping they're putting his resources to good use.
But recently he's been seeing you more often, coming by with a new group or by yourself, trying your best to survive long enough to reach him.
Ofc, you've died to stupid things before (or maybe you're just trying to get all the monster documents..in which he's convinced you're some masochist), but you did have the most common sense out of your group and didn't try to annoy him.
The others just waste flash beacon charges on trying to blind the poor guy and stick the keycard in a medkit they couldn't afford...and for what?
Why do your "friends" do that? Are they stupid or something?
You tell them to stop, and it's...actually kinda nice to hear somebody willing to defend him.
People usually don't give a shit about the giant scary fish's feelings, yet for some reason you do.
Of course, Sebastian was reasonably suspicious about it.
"Are you acting this way just to get a freebie?" He assumes. "Because if you are, then you're definitely as stupid as-"
"No, I'd never do that to you." You shake your head. "You're here, helping us survive out there, risking a lot to get us those supplies...is it wrong for me to appreciate that?"
"......"
He goes quiet for a minute, but after the rest of your group leaves, he asks you to stay for a moment.
"You were looking at this Necrobloxicon for a while...you must reeeeally want it, huh?" He grins, flicking his tail where the book was strapped. "It's a rarity."
"I...can't afford that. I'm fine with this dingy flashlight-"
"It's yours for 70% off. Take it or leave it."
You do a double take. "Wait, wha-"
"70% off. Take it. Or leave it." He says through gritted teeth, impatient, only to smile when you accept the deal without further question. "Good. Now don't go telling anyone I'm offering discounts. That's your only one unless I feel generous. Capiche?"
"Gotcha. Thank you, Seb. This means a lot. I hope to see you again soon." You smile back, holding the spooky book tightly, and leave him alone with his thoughts.
And a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest-
Wait.
"Oh no....what the fuck am I doing????? That's it! NO more discounts for anyone, Sebastian!" He scolds himself.
Little does he know, he's gonna keep giving them out, but only for you.
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Ignoring situations involving doxxing (which are more serious but also less common and easier to protect yourself from), the main goal of sustained harassment on here is to get you to delete your blog. You can probably keep most of your friends by adding them on discord or whatever, but the underlying logic in these cases is "you are a person who exists on the same part of the internet I use, and I want that to stop."
I reject the idea that moderation will ever be a solution to this problem, at least not without creating new, worse problems. But tumblr can and should provide users better tools for defending themselves.
Let's talk about tumblr's private blog feature. You can password-protect a blog, so that users have to enter the password before being able to see and interact with your posts. This is barely a step above deleting your blog.
You need to manually share this password with everyone you want to have access to the blog, which does not scale to a following in the thousands. You need to hope that no one ever leaks the password to your harassers, in which case your only recourse is to change the password and manually reshare it, again. This is a Bad System.
What does a good system look like? Consider twitter's private account feature. All your followers are preserved, but future followers have to ask to follow your blog. If you block a follower, they can't just create a new account and dodge the block - they're locked out. You keep your blog, you keep your following, you keep your friends, and no one outside your bubble can touch you.
There are still downsides here compared to not being harassed at all - people who don't already follow you can't see your posts - but it gives you a way to turn off the harassment spigot that can be easily reversed if/when your harassers get bored.
Combine this with a feature ideally for both private and public blogs (allowing only people you follow to reblog or reply) and I think the situation on this site improves a lot.
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Aegon Targaryen - In Her Embrace
Summary -Â Aegon can only seem to find consolation and loyalty in his wife, who fiercely defends him against the world's cruelty. He clings to her like a lifeline, craving the affection and comfort she uniquely provides, both through her words and through her body.
Pairing -Â Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon reader
Warnings -Â Sexual content (smut!)
Word count - 2039
Masterlist for Aegon âą House of the Dragon General Masterlist.
Aegon Targaryen was an unusual man, shaped by the emotional neglect of his childhood. The absence of love from his parents left him craving affection and validation throughout his adult life.Â
This deep-seated need for attention often made him a more complex figure than many cared to understand.
As the only trueborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, my marriage to Aegon had been orchestrated by my grandsire, a match he pursued with unwavering determination.Â
Queen Alicent, recognizing the significance of the silver hair I inherited from my parents, could not oppose this union. Thus, the match was sealed, binding me to Aegon.
On this particular day, I found myself in the library, a book resting in my hand, my legs draped casually over the arm of a chair. I was comfortably ensconced in my corner of the room, enjoying the serenity of the space while Aegon conversed with his brother and a few friends across from me.
Their discussion was monotonous, and I found my attention drifting in and out. However, as the conversation grew more heated, with sharp comments and pointed jabs exchanged, I looked up from my book.
 Aemond's voice cut through the air, dripping with a mocking tone.
"Really, Aegon, you think you can handle that matter on your own?" Aemond said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "The last time you tried to make a decision without help, the results were as disastrous as a shipwreck in a storm."
Aegon stiffened, his face reddening slightly. "And what would you know about it? You've been too busy sulking in your corner to make any real decisions yourself."
Aemond leaned back in his chair, the smirk widening. "Ah, but at least I'm not clinging to every word of praise like a child to a comfort blanket. Honestly, I sometimes wonder if you believe the whole realm revolves around your every whim."
The friends exchanged glances, some snickering quietly. Aegon's jaw tightened, and he shifted uncomfortably.
I shifted in my chair, feeling the tension mount. I cleared my throat, hoping to diffuse the situation. "Perhaps we could avoid turning every conversation into a competition, kÄpus?" Uncle?
Aemond's gaze snapped towards me, his surprise evident. "Oh, forgive me, riña. I didn't realize my commentary was causing distress." Girl.
My jaw clenched at his sarcastic tone. "Tubī daor," I said firmly, hoping to cut this discussion short. Not today.
Aemond's smirk grew wider as he noticed the exchange, his friends looking between us in confusion. Aegon appeared to be struggling to piece together the conversation.
"Valyrian?" Aemond said with a tone of feigned shock, as though I had no right to use our native language.
"Valyrio muño Ängos ñuhys issa." I replied sharply, making it clear that Valyrian was indeed my mother tongue despite what he thought. Valyrian is my mother tongue.Â
"Yet, your fool of a husband still can't speak it properly," Aemond taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. He knew exactly how much his words would sting, and he relished the opportunity to inflict pain.
"Mittys iksÄ."  I spat out, my patience fraying to its limit. You're a fool.
Aemond's eyes glinted with malice, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "And you're fortunate to be miraculously the daughter of your father and mother, unlike your strong brothers." The jab was unmistakable, aimed precisely to provoke and humiliate.
"Brother," Aegon interjected his tone a clear warning.
Aemond scoffed, not missing a beat. "What is it, brother? Here to defend your mommy?" His sneer deepened, and a quiet, mocking laugh escaped him.Â
"Go latch onto her tit like the babe you are," he continued, his words laced with derision.
Aegon's face tightened with anger, but he remained silent, clearly struggling to keep his composure.
I could feel the fury boiling within me, a storm of emotions that Aemond seemed intent on unleashing.Â
"You always did have a talent for cruelty, kÄpus," I said, my voice shaking with barely controlled rage. "Is that all you have? Insults and jabs? It's pathetic." Uncle,
Aemond's smile widened, his eyes dancing with a dangerous light. "Oh, dear niece, you mistake my intentions. This is not cruelty. This is merely truth"
He turned his gaze back to Aegon, his expression hardening. "The truth is that my brother, your husband is nothing more than a pathetic, tit-sucking babe."
I snapped my book shut with a decisive thud, rising from my chair and striding towards the table separating us.Â
I placed my hands down heavily, my knuckles white with tension. "Enough, Aemond. This is not the time or place for your nonsense."
The library fell silent as Aemond, slowly rose from his seat. The others, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, began to gather their belongings and leave. Soon, only Aegon and I remained.
I walked towards Aegon, gently placing myself in his lap, facing him. Straddling him, my legs rested on either side of his own. His eyes, clouded with a mix of anger and hurt, looked up at me as if seeking comfort.
I cupped his face in my hands, my thumb softly rubbing back and forth on his cheek. He nuzzled into my touch like a cat seeking affection, his eyes closing as he leaned into my palm.Â
His face fell forward into my chest, and I gently stroked through his hair, he hummed in contentment, the sound a low, soothing vibration against my skin.
"I'm sorry about that," I murmured softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Aemond can be insufferable, but he doesn't have to be so cruel."
Aegon took a deep breath, his face still buried in my chest. "Thank you," he said quietly, his voice tinged with gratitude and relief. "I don't expect you to intervene, though."
"I had to," I replied, continuing to stroke his hair gently. "No one should have to endure that kind of treatment."
Aegon's grip tightened slightly around my back, his breathing steadying. "I appreciate it. Sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, I'm always in the wrong."
"You're not," I said firmly, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "You're trying your best, and that's more than enough."
He met my gaze, a flicker of the old Aegon shining through the fatigue and frustration. "It's hard not to feel like everyone's against me."
"Well," I said with a small smile, "you have me and I'm not going anywhere."
Aegon's eyes softened, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. "I'm glad for that."
"You know," I said softly, tracing patterns on the back of his neck with my fingers, "you're stronger than you think. Don't let Aemond's words get to you. He thrives on making others feel small."
Aegon sighed, his breath warm against my skin. "It's just... he always knows exactly where to hit, what to say to make me doubt myself."
I pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment. "He only has power over you if you let him. You are Aegon Targaryen, a man with his own strengths and worth."
Aegon lifted his head slightly, his eyes searching mine. "Do you really believe that?"
"I do," I said without hesitation. "And I'll keep believing it until you believe it too."
He smiled then, a real, genuine smile that lit up his face, making him look almost boyish. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out," I promised, resting my forehead against his, feeling the warmth and security of the moment envelop us both.
He leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. I hummed in response, my hand moving to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming to bunch up my dress, pooling the fabric around my waist.
"Here?" I questioned, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. He nodded quickly, his eyes softening with need and vulnerability.
"Please," he whimpered, and I couldn't say no.
"Alright," I whispered, lifting my hips slightly to give him room to remove his pants.Â
As he hurriedly fumbled with his trousers, I felt a rush of anticipation and tenderness. The urgency in his movements spoke volumes about his need for comfort and connection.
When his pants were finally off, his already hard cock sprang free, brushing against my thigh.Â
"Gods, Aegon," I mumbled, feeling the heat and urgency of the moment.
He let out a shuddering breath, his hands steadying me as I positioned myself above him. With a slow, deliberate movement, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him fill me completely. We both gasped at the sensation, a perfect blend of physical pleasure and emotional intimacy.
Our movements were slow and deliberate at first, savouring the closeness, the shared breaths, the mingling of our heartbeats. Aegon's hands roamed my back, and my waist, anchoring me to him as we found a rhythm that was both comforting and exhilarating.
"You're everything to me," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"You deserve all the love and more," I replied, cupping his face in my hands and looking deeply into his eyes. "And I'm here to give it to you."
His grip tightened on my hips, guiding me as our pace quickened. It was just the two of us, lost in each other, in the intensity of our connection.
His hands moved from my hips to my shoulders, trailing down to my chest. He squeezed my breasts through the fabric of my dress, his touch sending shivers down my spine.Â
His fingers fumbled with the ties at the top of my dress, loosening it enough to pull down and reveal my bare breasts to him.
He didn't hesitate for a moment. With a hunger that took my breath away, he took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking and licking at my nipple. His hand squeezed the flesh of my other breast, causing groans of pleasure to escape my lips.Â
I arched my back, pressing myself further into his mouth, the sensation of his tongue and lips on my sensitive skin driving me wild.
Aegon's other hand found its way to my back, pulling me closer as he switched to my other breast. He lavished it with the same attention, his mouth working expertly, alternating between gentle sucks and firm licks.
"Gods, Aegon," I moaned, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed him closer.Â
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and the sight of him, so devoted and hungry, made my heart swell.
He paused for a moment, breathing heavily, his lips glistening. "You taste so good," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with lust.Â
Emboldened by his words, I began to move faster and harder on top of him. Aegon responded eagerly, his hands moving to grip my hips, helping to guide my movements. Each thrust brought a wave of intense pleasure, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.Â
The sound of our laboured breathing and the slick, rhythmic movements filled the room, creating a symphony of raw, unfiltered desire.
Aegon's mouth returned to my breasts, his teeth grazing my nipples as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure through me. I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders for support as I rode him with increasing fervour.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered between kisses, his voice strained with passion. "So perfect."
I could feel the tension building within me, the familiar coil of pleasure tightening with each movement. Aegon's grip on my hips tightened, his own release imminent.Â
With a final, powerful thrust, I cried out his name as the orgasm washed over me, my body trembling with the intensity of it. Aegon followed soon after, his own release shuddering through him as he buried his face in my chest, muffling his groans of pleasure.
We collapsed against each other, our bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in unison. Aegon's arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we caught our breath. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest, a comforting reminder of the connection we shared.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For everything."
I kissed the top of his head, my fingers gently stroking his hair. "Always," I replied, my voice filled with love and certainty. "I'll always be here for you."
A/n -Â Well, that escalated quickly!
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