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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 day

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Failing

Summary: Joel made many mistakes. The biggest was leaving you.

Pairing: past Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.3k

Rating: G

Warnings: angst, a lot of inner thoughts, panic attacks, Joel and Ellie do not talk, Joel is a mess, lots of talk about being a failure and not good enough, messy breakup, unplanned pregnancy

A/N: This has been going through my mind since I saw the new pic yesterday. This is really different from everything I write usually, so let me know what you think. And yeah, come yell at me in my inbox

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He knew he should have stayed home tonight.

He could have worked on… something. He could have talked himself into picking up his guitar and pretend everything was okay.

He could pretend that he wasn’t a failure.

He could pretend Ellie was still talking to him.

Instead he was here, the people around him celebrating god knows what, music playing, people dancing and he?

He was hoping to at least get a look at the girl that had become like a daughter to him. The daughter he lost because he lied to her.

Turned out his mother was right, lying was not getting him anywhere.

He hadn’t talked to her in weeks, not getting more than a fleeting look at her from afar like a creepy stalker.

Tommy was right, he needed to give her time.

But somehow he felt like time was running out.

Tommy had been right in a lot of things lately. Something Joel was not used to, still having the irresponsible young man in the back of his mind he had been before outbreak.

But Tommy wasn’t that man anymore.

He was a husband, a father, a respected leader of the little community he had helped build.

And Joel was…. He did not feel like he changed much. He was still angry all the time.

Angry at the world.

Angry at the people.

But most of all angry at himself.

The way he was feeling now? Alone and lonely?

He had no one but himself to blame for it.

It was moments like these that you came to his mind.

You would know what to do. You would know how to fix this mess that he got himself into. You always did. Until he had pushed you away for good, almost six years ago when he got even more involved in the underground in the Boston QZ.

Meeting and falling in love with you had been the only good thing that had happened to him since the outbreak. You had seen him, the real him.

The broken man that was desperate for… something.

That something seemed to be you.

But like every good that happened to him, he managed to fuck this up too. Not at first, but definitely in the end.

And he tried. He tried to become a better person. Tried to become the man you deserved, not listening to you when you told him that he did not have to become a better person.

That you fell for him the way he was. With all flaws he thought he had.

But maybe if he had worked on himself he wouldn’t have reacted so poorly when you told him that you were pregnant.

Maybe he wouldn’t have blamed you and you only, taking the easy way out and telling you he would not go through this again.

He should have talked to you, instead of lashing out, should have told you how fucking scared he was about losing another child. About losing you. About raising a child in this fucked up world. About fucking up.

He did so anyway.

He chose to forget about the whole conversation the two of you had after you told him that you were pregnant and that you were intending to keep it from his mind. Or he tried. God, did he try.

But now, deep in the night, when he was laying awake and alone in bed, only the shadows of the night in his company, the words he spat to hurt you creeped back into his mind, not that they had ever been gone.

I don’t love you.

Get rid of it.

Get out of my life.

I never loved you anyway.

He could still see the way your face crumbled, tears running down your cheeks.

He broke you that night. And he broke himself.

He thought about this last argument, this breakup a lot if he was honest with himself.

He never told you, not in words, how much he loved you. He took you for granted. He shouldn’t have been this surprised to learn that you had left the QZ days after he broke you.

Not a day went by that he wondered what happened to you.

If you were alive.

If you kept the baby.

Would it have your eyes and his hair?

A boy or a girl?

Where they as stubborn as Sarah was?

Did you still love him as much as he still loved you?

Shaking his head he took a sip from the surprisingly good beer someone had offered him when he came here, his eyes wandering through the room, sneaking glances at Ellie who smiled at Dina, deep in conversation with the other girl.

Sucking his bottom lip in, his hand flexing on his side as he tried to find the courage to walk over to Ellie and ask her if they could talk, again, when he heard laughter behind him.

Laughter he heard before, a long time ago.

A laugh he heard in his dreams when his mind allowed him to dream about you instead of the nightmares that plagued him.

Narrowing his eyes he tried to remember why he was hearing that laugh, why that voice that spoke in low tones now, made his heart flutter, when he saw Tommy walk towards him in a fast pace, his face worried.

“Joel,” he said but Joel wasn’t listening to him.

He was busy preparing for a breakdown that was creeping slowly into his body.

Joel’s heart seemed to make the connection before his brain did, heart beating widely in his chest as he slowly turned around, his brother’s hand on his shoulder to keep him for turning. He shrugged it off with a grunt, bracing himself to be let down, that he was finally turning insane and imagining you when his eyes landed on you.

Blinking his eyes in disbelief he released a shaky breath when you were still there.

You were sitting at one of the picnic tables, still as beautiful as he remembered a small smile on your face. A man had his arm wrapped around your back and in your lap sat a girl not older than five who had your eyes and his brown curls.

His heart stopped, he was sure of it.

“She got in yesterday. You were on patrol, I was trying to find you and tell you but….” Joel heard his brother say, but he ignored him.

You were here.

And you were alive.

And you had a girl sitting in your lap that was….

His eyes widened when you leaned back and he saw a little boy sitting in the lap of the man next to you that looked like a mini copy of Joel himself.

His chest felt heavy.

Closing his eyes he tried to take deep breaths, but he just couldn’t.

This was too much.

This hurt too much.

This was the happiest he ever was.

“Joel?” he heard his name from his side, Ellie looking down at him worriedly as he pressed his hand against his chest, his eyes watering.

This was the first time she had talked to him in weeks and it might as well be the last time from the way he felt right now.

He was having a panic attack.

But it felt so much worse than it had ever before.

Looking away from Ellie he turned his head back towards you, finding you now looking at him with wide eyes.

“Deep breaths brother,” a strong arm came to pull him up and his frantic eyes found Tommy’s.

“In and out,” he said, trying to calm down his brother. Joel’s hands grabbed his brothers shoulders. Trying to mimic the way he was breathing but couldn’t.

“Joel?” he heard your voice, his head now turning towards you, finding you looking at him worriedly.

Joel shook his head, dark spots at the corner of his eyes.

“You’re here,” was the last thing he whispered before he passed out.

#my fic #Joel Miller #Joel Miller x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #joel miller fanfiction #tlou #tlou fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction

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pochicore · 2 days

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♡ i love you cake!

» han jisung x gn!reader blurb.

wc: 662 genre: fluff

a/n: based on that little incorrect quote that's like person a gives person b a cake that says "i love you!" and person b responds with "i love you too cake!" // also a part of my skz, i love u! blurb series

“So I was trying to share my feelings with Y/N the other day,” Jisung begins. He can hardly believe he’s telling his friends this, but he has no one else to turn to. Hopefully they’re actually listening to him this time and not paying all their attention to the Mario Kart game in front of them. “I got them a cake and everything, right? So the cake says 'I love you' on it and it’s decorated with tiny spirnkles and all that good stuff.”

“Aww, that’s super cute, Ji,” felix says. he would give Jisung a thumbs up, but he’s too busy trying to keep his first place position. “That’s so romantic. What did they say?”

“So they smiled at me, with heart eyes as per usual, then the cake. And then they said 'aww, I love you too, cake!' and then they took pictures of it and then they ate the cake with me. Then they posted the cake on instagram,” Jisung finishes. He frowns at the thought of you telling the cake you love it and not him.

"Oh, is that the post they made yesterday? With the caption 'When your cake loves you!'” Hyunjin asks. He tries to stifle a laugh, but it still comes out. “Dude, I hate to say this, but you know how dense Y/N is.”

Jisung throws himself back onto the couch, taking a throw pillow and pressing his face into it in the process. “I'm so sad. They didn’t say it back,” he whines.

Felix pauses the game, reaching back to rub jisung’s belly. “It’s okay, Ji. They’ll say it back eventually.”

“I hope so.”

—

“I got you something!” you grin as you make your way into the dorm. Noticing Felix and Hyunjin about to leave upon your arrival, you attempt to motion for them to stay. “Stay! I’m sure you guys will like this as well.”

They’re quick to take notice of the take out box you’re holding and they decide it’s maybe a better idea to stay and see what’ll happen. They’re totally not trying to score some free food.

You set the box down on the kitchen table, then open your arms excitedly as Jisung throws himself into your arms. “I got you cake!” you exclaim.

“What’s the occasion, baby?” Jisung asks, confused. There’s really nothing to celebrate right now, besides your love for cake.

“You’ll just have to see!” you grin at him, beginning to open the box carefully. You take the cake out and the 3 boys marvel at the sight.

The cake is about 10 inches in diameter, covered in yellow icing and cherries. It says 'I love you too!' on top in fancy cursive red frosting. Jisung thinks it looks way better than the grocery store cake he decorated for you.

“Isn’t that cute? The 'cake' loves you too!” you giggle at Jisung. He can feel his ears begin to burn as realization sinks in. Jisung was the cake before. You are the cake now. Jisung purses his lips in thought as he debates whether he should say something or not.

However, Hyunjin beats him to it, muttering, “Gee, wonder what that means, Jisung? Felix, take pictures of the cake so we can post about how sad and pathetic we are as single guys on Instagram.”

Felix and Hyunjin leave you and Jisung in the kitchen and he clears his throat awkwardly, “I thought I would be waiting a while before you said it back. I was kinda scared, to be honest. Like what if you didn't— I’m kinda stupid.”

You make your way to him and wrap your arms around him tightly. After a while, you reach up for his face and squish his cheeks between your palms. You smile at his pouted lips before you lean in for a kiss. “You know I love you! I love you so much! Also you’re not stupid, silly, you’re just as dense as I am!”

“That’s even worse!”

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sugaroto · 3 days

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Ok so Buddy can somehow be in all the books Chase enters

Which, according to silver should not be possible

But he somehow is always there

Also like about the last chapter, I mean we're not sure what role he got, but I kind of feel like he got the sister's? That's the obvious answer?

And I feel like he's been there a while, so probably since the beginning of the book

Like look at him he looks like he lives in the jungle

He threw a spear at Chase

And still wears useless belts

So he's been there while chase hasn't

Also I remember chase telling him about "the Shortcut" he found with the bookmarks and Buddy being like YOU CANT DO THAT

And like, if he's there since the beginning, how did he not notice chase just appearing randomly near the end?

Also wait, this is random, but wasn't his first appearance with him chilling on a tree? What's the villainess doing on a tree 😭 he's just a cat

Anyway

I remember seeing somewhere that theory that Buddy is Violet, and perhaps trans, hence being a guy in the stories while they key as far as we know is a girl

Which um could explain why he is everywhere I guess? If he is the villainess

Hm also his color palette, his main outfit is purple

And kinda outdated I guess?

We've also never seen him leave or enter the book, he's just there

The only thing that makes me believe he's not a key is that he referred to the keys as "it" while Chase uses the correct pronouns of the keys, he views them as people whereas Buddy called them "it" cause he views them as objects

And yet, he's on a talking stage with Violet since she gives him outfits

And freaking awesome outfits at that

(Unless, as someone else said they have a bad relationship and he goes out of his way to make his own outfits just to prove chase wrong)

...

Honestly I don't think I'm going somewhere with this post I'm just pointing out stuff

And Punko said on her live yesterday that she can't spoil his name cause it'd be much better when we find out on our own

So like

His name means something?

Or like I guess she has a good scene planned or something like that and doesn't want to spoil it which makes sense

If he's trans violet I'm guessing his boy name is Victor 🤓☝️ I couldn't sleep some days ago and thought about a whole plot with Victor and he and chase had a somehow tragic ending

I can't wait to find out more about him

How is he in every book

What is his purpose

Why

What is his name

Hm wait okok

New theory what if he's trapped

He somehow is trapped into book world

And maybe cause a kid disappeared ex libris kinda broke up

But he doesn't know and just tries to leave, or do whatever it was he was supposed to be doing

So he just shows up into whatever book the hero/ine characters chose

Like c'mon chase found the key at a random library and Buddy is like you stole the key!! C'mon dude I don't think ex libris had that one

And like he then found 2 other keys on yard sale c'mon

Shouldn't these guys know what's up

How do you lose keys you don't let out

Something has happened

Oh god can't wait for more lore

#i should sleep i have a flight tomorrow wtf am i doing #Cinderella boy webtoon #buddy cinderella boy #Cinderella boy buddy #stargoth #punko #webtoon #Cinderella boy

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frogs-and-books · 3 days

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Hello everyone. I'm sure many of you seeing this post know what it's about, but for the ones that don't, yesterday I made a post saying, and I quote "Hey, this is your daily reminder that Riz is not canonically Aromantic! He is implied to be, and it's totally fine to hc that, but I've seen a lot of people stating he's aromantic like it's a fact, when that has never been confirmed! He is canonically Asexual tho, you can't take that away!" Since then, I have gotten called stupid, bigoted, and I have been told to kill myself. As anyone who read my bio knows, I am a seventeen year old high school boy who is just trying to get through AP exams.

I never wanted to start drama, and I've never had any bad intentions. I just wanted to clear up some common misinformation I saw. But it seems no matter how much I say that you can headcanon whatever you want and ask people to stop harassing people who have different interpretations of media than them, people only hear what they want to. I was asked what I expected to happen when I posted that, and honestly, what did I expect? Well, I didn't expect to be harassed by a community that I thought was full of love. We are queer DnD lovers, and I thought that would be the last group of people to hurt those who are different. I believed, perhaps naively, that my post wouldn't do much but encourage people to do their own research on what's canon.

Please do not take away the wrong message from this post. I am not asking for sympathy. I am asking for you, as a community, to do better. I don't hate anyone who has been a part of this mess. People are wonderful multidimensional beings with endless possibilities, and I choose to believe that everyone has good in them.

I am not perfect. I am sure there is a logical fallacy or two that I've had in my posts. I'm sure I've come across as too aggressive at some points. I'm sure that if any of these writings were submitted to the AP English exam I took today, I would've failed. I'm argumentive, extremely wordy, and not much to look at, but one thing I've always tried to be is kind.

I promise I tried to make sure everyone knew I was a safe space. Any opinions or headcanons you have are welcome and accepted as long as you respect other people. I have failed to make the community feel safe in my account, and for that, I ask your forgiveness.

Please do not search out or harass anyone who was related to this. If there's one thing I have learned from today, is that it can really mess with you. I love every one of you, even those who seem to believe I'm Satan himself. This was a learning experience for all of us, and I hope we can grow as people together.

And finally, to the person who told me to kill myself, I will not. I will live and I will be happy. I'll have a long, fulfilling life surrounded by my friends and family, and I will not let my opinions on a fictional goblin define me. Because I know I'm a good person and I hope one day you can say the same.

This will be my final post.

#riz gukgak #dimension 20 #fabriz

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angstywaifu · 10 hours

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Behave - Garrick Tavis

Prompt - Behave. Garrick Tavis x Reader Reader defies an order from Garrick to return to training. Someone needs to teach her how to behave. A/N - I couldn't hold off posting this for another week. This is for all the girls that wanted dominant Garrick... Here you go. Might want to bring a towel or something for this one. Trust me. You'll need it. Warnings: NSFW, 18+, dominant Garrick, oral sex (female receiving), pet names/praises, unprotected PIV.

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Every part of me was aching and sore. Xaden had requested a training session to get those with less combat experience up to speed so they’d have a better chance of winning challenges. Not all of us had been lucky to get combat training prior to being shipped off to foster homes before attending Basgiath.

Luckily I had received training prior to my foster home and had kept up my own training once there with Imogen. But despite that, my body was screaming at me to stop. We had been going all day, and combined with the gruelling flight lessons I had yesterday, my body needed to rest.

Imogen holds her hand out to me, pulling me up from the floor where she had pinned me to demonstrate some manoeuvres to the first years.

“You ok?” She’s asks as she notes the grimace on my face.

I shrug. “Not really. My body feels like it’s on fire after yesterday and a full day of combat training today.”

She nods in agreement as we walk over to the side to grab some water. “I feel you there. That flight lesson yesterday was tough.”

I barely get my first sip of water in before an all too familiar voice bellows across the room.

“Imogen and Y/N now’s not the time to slack off. Keep going!” Garrick yells.

I look over to see him standing in the middle of the mats, nearly glaring at Imogen and I. Imogen merely nods and goes to follow his command. But I put my arm out and stop her. Her pink hair flicking me in the face as she snaps her eyes to me.

“One short break and a drink won’t hurt us Tavis!” I yell back.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “I said keep going cadet!” He yells back.

“It’s squad leader actually, and I will once I’ve had a moment!” I yell back, flipping him a vulgar gesture before turning my back to him and drinking my water.

Imogen steps back as heavy footsteps approach from behind. I don’t have to turn to know who it is. To know Garrick is now standing right behind me, probably fuming that I’ve tried to put him in his place.

“I said keep going cadet. You will stop when I tell you to.” He growls under his breath at me.

He’s so close that I can feel his breath on my neck. The smell of leather, sweat, musk and cinnamon invading my senses. A smell that makes me want to crumble and obey his words. A scent that had an effect I really wish it didn’t over me. But it did. And I hated it.

The bastard always preaches taking time and breaks when needed. Hell even Xaden our wing leader did. I was not letting whatever mood he was in from not getting laid or something push me around. He wasn’t even my section leader. He had no authority over me.

I turn and look at him, craning my neck so look him properly in the eyes. “And I said I will once I’ve had a moment Tavis. You’ve been pushing Imogen and I all day with demonstrations and practice fights. All I want is a few moments to breathe and get some water. So get off your high horse and go back to helping the other cadets.”

I watch as the fire burns in his hazel eyes, his stare pinning me to the spot. The muscles in his jaw twitching as he struggles to keep it shut. His nostrils flaring as he breathes out heavily.

“Are you disobeying a direct order?” He growls out at me.

“You aren’t my superior officer. I don’t have to obey any orders you give me Tavis.” I sneer back.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Imogen moving her gaze between us. She was nervous. Garrick was not someone one many people messed with. And here I was. Barely up to his shoulder and provoking him. He could easily flip me over and have me pinned under him in seconds if he wanted. There would be nothing I could do to stop it.

“You may not be in my section but our wing leader has put me in charge of today’s training. Therefore I am in charge today. And therefore you will obey any orders I give cadet.”

There it is again. Cadet.

I step forward and push a finger into his chest. I swear I see Garrick’s breath hitch at the movement, another emotion flickering through his eyes as he looks down at my finger.

“As I said before Tavis, it’s section leader. And I actually volunteered my time to do this and help out. I am not here to learn. You might be overseeing but I am yet to see you take to the mat today. So I will take my moment and drink. And I will return to helping with training once I am done.” I say sternly before pushing past him to take my drink and break somewhere else.

Before I can get far, a large hand grasps my arm, spinning me back around into the very solid chest of Garrick. His eyes are still angry, burning with rage. But there’s something else there. Something else burning in his eyes.

“I won’t say it again. Get back to training.” He growls out.

“And as I said before, I will once I’ve had a break.” I snap back.

His hand tightens on my arm ever so slightly. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to be taken as a warning.

“You need to learn to behave.” His voice low and husky as he whispers.

“Maybe I need someone to show me.” I whisper back as I step forward, closing the distance between us.

Garrick’s eyes going wide, his breathing catching in his throat. I don’t know what made me do it. Why I let my body give into being closer to Garrick. But I did. And it looked like it was effecting him just as much as me. If I reached up and placed my hand over his heart, I could almost guarantee it was beating just as fast and loudly as my own.

“Training is over for today!” Garrick yells out, causing cadets to jump at the sudden outburst.

Everyone pauses and looks at him confused. Finally noticing how close and intimate Garrick and I are. I go to step away but he pulls me back, even closer to him. And that’s when I realise why he’s ended training. And I can’t help the smirk the graces my lips. Against my stomach I can feel how hard and turned on Garrick is.

“Are you all deaf? I said training is over. Get out!” He yells out again, his voice almost a growl, causing everyone to scramble out of the room.

My bare back meets the stone wall of the training room as Garrick roughly pushes me against it. Garrick had wasted no time in stripping me down to my underwear as soon as we had entered the small training room. I was surprised he hadn’t torn something in the process.

A laugh rumbles through Garrick as I grind against the leg he has wedged between my leg, creating the perfect friction and relief. “Already so needy and I’ve barely even touched you.” He mutters against my neck, lightly biting my neck.

All I can manage is response is to grind harder against his leg, arching into his touch as his hands roam my body. My skin feeling like its on fire wherever Garrick touches. I want and need more of him. Garrick finds the perfect spot on my neck, right under my ear, a hand flying to his hair as the other drags down his back. As my nails dig into his bare back, I hear the muffled moan against my neck before he bites down. Hard. He reaches his hand up, grasping my neck and forcing me head up to look him in the eyes. His hazel eyes are blown out. A small sliver of his hazel colour rimming the darkness of his pupil that has blown out piercing into mine. The feral look on his face almost terrifying. But instead of instilling fear in me, it makes me want him more. Need him more as I grind against his leg, a smirk gracing his lips as his other hand ghosts up my leg and slipping my panties aside and dipping his fingers into me. My nails digging into his back and hair at the sensation. His fingers pump in and out at a excruciatingly slow pace. I try to set my own pace, but Garrick’s grip on my throat tightens, angling my head back further.

”You will take what I give you. Only good girls who behave get what they want.” He says sternly.

”I-I can be a good girl.” I plead to him, struggling to get my words out with the pressure on my throat.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Remains to be seen. Today you will take what I give you, and if you’re good you’ll get what you want next time. Teach you how to behave.”

As he finishes, he adds a third finger, stretching me wide as he picks up his pace. The stretch almost painful, but something tells me I will need it for what is to come. For what Garrick has planned for me. Garrick curls his fingers inside me while adding pressure to my clit with his thumb. I cry out instantly as he rubs light circles over it. My whole body starting to twitch with pleasure. My walls spasming around his fingers. Garrick slows his pace, causing me to whine as the orgasm that was building dissipates ever so slightly.

”P-please Gar. S-so c-close.” I stutter out, begging for the release my body needed.

He squeezes my throat slightly. “You will c-cum when I tell you to or allow you to sweetheart. Once you’ve learnt to behave.”

”I-I can b-behave.” I plead. God I sounded so desperate. But I was. Desperate for release. To be at Garrick’s mercy.

He leans forward and bites the sensitive flesh of my breast, a yelp leaving my lips as he leaves a solid red mark behind. “See that’s the thing sweetheart. I don’t think you can. You defied my orders today.”

Before I can reply Garrick moves us from the wall, walking us backwards across the room before roughly laying me down on one of the benches in the middle of the room. I look up to see Garrick standing before me, untying the ties of his pants, before pulling them down and baring himself to me. He chuckles as my eyes go wide and take in the sight before me. Garrick in general was big. But I never expected everything about him to be big. I now understood the three fingers he had used earlier. I was going to need it. And even then, I wasn’t sure it would be enough.

”I can learn to behave.” I say sternly for the first time since we got into this room.

He smirks as he kneels before me, pulling me to the edge of the bench before pulling my panties down my legs and throwing them across the room.

”Don’t worry sweetheart. You’ll learn. I’ll make sure of it.”

Without warning Garrick dives between my legs, his tongue lapping at the wetness between my legs as he hooks them over his shoulders.

”F-fuck.” I stutter out as my head rolls back.

Garrick eats me out like a starved man. As if he hasn’t eaten in days. His tongue lapping up whatever he can of me. I quickly find my orgasm building again as writher beneath him. My legs clamping around his head as he adds his fingers again. With each pump in and out they curly in me, hitting the perfect spot he had found earlier. My hips rutting further on to his face, only spurring Garrick on as his moans vibrate through me.

”P-please Gar. Please let me cum.” I beg as I reach up and grope my breasts, needing some sort of relief of the pleasure coursing through me.

I look down as Garrick removes his mouth from me as he leans over me. His forehead resting against mine as his fingers pick up pace.

”Cum for me sweetheart.” He whispers against my lips.

As if my body is at his mercy and command, I cum around his fingers instantly. Garrick capturing my moan with his lips as he kisses me passionately. My fingers tangling in his dark curls as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me at the same brutal pace, prolonging my orgasm longer than I thought possible. Longer than I ever had with anyone else. It was as if Garrick knew my body perfectly. As my body finally rides out my high Garrick removes his fingers from me, sighing at the loss between my legs. But Garrick is quick to start back up. I might have finished, but Garrick had not. And Garrick was not done. I yelp as he picks me up as if I am nothing, flipping me over so I’m face down on the bench, bending my knees so my ass is raised in the air, baring me completely to him. My only warning is Garrick coating himself in my arousal before pushing all the way in. My mouth opening in a silent scream as I adjust to him. Gods was he big. It felt like he was splitting me in half. With a slight chuckle Garrick starts up. Thrusting in and out at a slowly pace, making me feel every inch of him on the way in and out. His hands gripping my hips as leverage.

”Fuck Y/N, you’re so tight. Just like you’re made for me.” He moans out as he picks up his pace ever so slightly. “You made for me sweetheart?”

”Y-yes. Just for you Garrick.” I choke out.

”Good girl. Learning how to behave. Know exactly who you belong to now.” His voice dominating and commanding.

”Only yours.” I tell him.

”Fuck. That’s right. Mine. Only mine.” He growls out.

His arms wrap around me, pulling my black flush against his chest as he thrusts up into me. A hand wrapping around my throat, angling me to look at him as he fucks me. I finally see his blissed out face. How undone he looks as he ruins me. Claims me as his. My body shudders as he lightly kisses up my neck, nuzzling into it me as he buries his nose in my hair and inhales my scent. His other hand glides down my stomach, his fingers yet again finding my clit. My body jolts as he lazy circles the sensitive bundle of nerves. And for the third time tonight I feel my orgasm building inside of me. But something tells me Garrick wouldn’t let me have my release. Not yet.

”That’s it sweetheart. You have another one in you. But only when I tell you to.” He whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

”Y-yes. Only when you tell me to.” I repeat, confirming his words.

”Good girl. Look at you learning to behave. Doing so good for me.” He purrs as he praises me.

I reach up and thread my fingers in his curls again, needing something to ground myself and stop myself from tipping over the edge as I get closer and closer to finishing again. It was much harder to hold back than it was the first time he told me to hold on. As if the first orgasm had rendered my ability to wait for him to tell me I could. And I knew if I went early he would put me through this again. And I had no hope of holding back if he was to keep going like this. Garrick groans as my fingers grip his hair as if my life depends on it, his thrust faltering ever so slightly, letting me know he was also close. My walls fluttering around his as I struggle to hold back.

I whimper as Garrick lifts me off him, almost fighting him as he lays turns me around. He chuckles at my desperation to be back on his cock. Chasing the release I needed from him. He lays me down on the bench, hooking my legs over his shoulders before leaning into me, pushing inside me much slower than the first time. My hands fly to his back, nails yet again digging into his skin. He’s back was sure to be littered with my scratch marks. But I knew he wouldn’t care. I can’t help the guttural moan that escapes my lips as he bottoms out, my body arching immediately into his due to how close he was to me. Gripping into him like my life depended on it as I adjust to him at this new angle.

“That’s it baby girl. Taking me so well.” He whispers against my skin as he kisses down my jaw, neck and down into my chest.

He slowly starts back up again, and somehow this was even better than him going fast. My walls gripping him as he eases himself in and out. Letting me feel every part of him.

“Please Garrick.” I moan out as he leans his forehead against mine.

“Please what?” He teases as he smirks down at me.

“Please let me finish. N-need to feel you inside me.” I beg.

At my words Garrick picks up his pace, picking up the brutal pace from earlier. But due to the new angle and my legs folded up between me and Garrick, I wasn’t sure how long I would last.

My nails digging further into his skin I was sure I’d draw blood. My moans echoing loudly off the walls of the small room, joined by Garricks grunts.

“You been a good girl? Think you know how to behave now?” He teases.

I nod eagerly at him. “Yes Garrick. K-know how to behave.”

He places his hands on the back of my legs as his raises himself up. “Then cum for me sweetheart.”

His hips start slamming into mine, lewd sounds of my arousal mixed with skin slapping together fill the room. Within seconds I tip over the edge, screaming Garrick’s name. I vaguely hear Garrick mutter something before his pace falters and I feel him twitching inside me as he finishes inside me.

I don’t know how much time passes but I open my eyes to Garrick and I lying on the floor, my legs tangled in his as he holds me against his chest. His fingers tracing up and down my back. He must sense I’ve come out of whatever trance I was in as he places a kiss on top of my head.

“Are we going to behave from now on?” He mutters into my hair.

I nod weakly against his chest.

“Good girl.”

#fourth wing fanfic #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis imagine #fourth wing x reader #the fourth wing #garrick tavis #garrick tavis smut #garrick tavis fanfic #smut #18+ only

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hailsatanacab · 2 years

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ur new chapter....... i will never emotionally recover,,

jk i loved it, just not the kind of thing one should read after being in a car for 5 hours straight

on with the memes >:)

the last one feels quite on the nose lol

gonna go pass out now haha

How do you think of these??? How???

for chapter 6 of cetbwa

#dpdc #dp x dc #batman #danny phantom #cetbwa #close enough to be whole aagin #hey i did it!!!!#i did all the tags!!!#ah shit wait i forgot to tag you again lmao #tellmeabtspinos #now i did it!!!!!#now sit there and let me talk at you about the memes because #my goodness?????? how in the hell do you even think of them??#i tried you know that? when i was posting yesterday??#but i was like 'there is nothing in this chapter that is meme worthy' and then you go and hilariously prove me wrong haha #you are so clever and funny and i bow down to your memery #ugh you just cant say memery without sounding like such a dick haha #okay you ready for this???? 1) to see my username in a meme was fucking weird and it made me shout out loud #i loved it so much haha #2) danny :( baby :( im sorry im way too mean on you!#3) i had no idea that end note was gonna get everyone that way haha but im also so glad it did!#part of me wishes the fic switched povs so we could see what damian is thinking becauae it is SO MUCH for him right now #completely understandable #but im so far into it that i cant change it so i gotta do something haha #4) ..... i almost kinda dont want to comment because by the end of this fic Danny’s gonna have like 200 cards 😅😅#he's traumatised okay????? opening up is hard okay????#(unless its a vivisection you just have to lie there for that 😘😘)#5) it might be on the nose but it made me scream 'THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT IT IS!!' when i saw it so its absolutely worth it haha #ohhh mmyyyyy gGOOODNNENNESSSS i cannot get over how good these are #ah shit i hit tag limit and i was gonna ask how your day was and wish that your car journey wasnt too bad so quick ty ilysm these are amazi

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eclown · 2 months

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are these your ghouls ma'am.

ghouls implying its normal and fine to say "kill yourself" to people and implying youd send this shit to a minor? or that youd have to be a teenager to even get upset at someone telling other people to kill themselves? how do people on tumblr still think you were banned for nothing

#predstrogen #also saying 'go outside' when you know these people are making 100+ posts a day... many such cases #if youre gonna act stupid and say ugly things online dont shit your pants and when people dont like you #yesterday was the first (and hopefully last) time i even opened your cohost bc it was a 'litmus test' to see how fast youd take the bait #and you took it in literally less than an hour! less than HALF an hour! and tried to excuse suicide baiting with the shittiest excuses ive/#ever seen. you even contradict yourself in it AND say the kys post was to a someone who agreed by mistake. because you were cranky #and then pointing people to me and saying “you know what to do” like are you srs...#take steps to better yourself and make your life nicer instead of searching your name on platforms you hate and crying victim (and bigotry)#when people hold a negative opinion on you and things you LOUDLY and PUBLICLY say #and stop talking shit about trans men. they arent your enemies you hypocritical loser

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databent · 2 months

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why the fuck is it that some people cant seem to acknowledge that people can just... be disabled. not through any fault of their own, not because something "happened" to them, just because, you know, sometimes people have disabilities. like, come on

#.pdf #rd #kd #just a warning these tags are long. like. really incredibly long. i had thoughts.#sorry for the vague ass post i'm just upset about some stupid shit my dad said yesterday.#namely: outright telling me that he doesn't believe i have non-24 (circadian rhythm disorder).#and that even if i do he doesn't believe it's possible for it to actually be a lifelong and disabling condition.#*also: this post isn't meant to imply that disabilities that did have some inciting incident are more accepted or anything.#it's just that i'm frustrated with the “you're disabled? why? what happened?” sentiment a lot of people seem to have.#nothing happened to cause my disability. i'm just like this. no i can't change it. what the fuck do you want me to tell you?#i'd guess it probably has to do with society's focus on work and productivity and career-mindedness above all else.#and when someone comes along that doesn't fit in with the way things are structured it just doesn't compute.#because the idea of people who can't dedicate their entire lives to working is so fundamentally contradictory to their view of... i don't-#-know. meaning in life? fulfillment? that they feel a need to reject the possibility altogether.#this is mainly when dealing with invisible disabilities from what i've seen. because i think there's a tendency to view visibly disabled-#-people as belonging to a different category altogether. which of course is its own issue but i'm not visibly disabled so i don't feel-#-like it's necessarily my place to speak on that.#anyway. i just want my struggles to be acknowledged as real. because they are. and i need people to understand that I Have A Disability.#albeit one many people don't even believe could be real because there's a sort of belief that circadian rhythms are purely a product of-#-external forces like sunlight so “you can't possibly have yours be different and have you tried just going outside more?” sigh.#sorry i also just remembered my dad telling me he doesn't believe i can have something so rare because the chances of having it are too low.#which is some ridiculous logic to me. rare doesn't mean it's impossible. some amount of people have to wind up with it regardless.#i just lucked out i guess.#n24 tag

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agueforts · 1 month

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i am seeing why everyone speaks so highly of terry pratchett's works

#picked up a discworld book and started reading it yesterday #partially out of intrigue and mostly out of a lack of anything else to do #(small gods. if you wanted to know which)#it really is interesting. the style. the humor #there's something to the way he presents concepts that i don't think i could describe aptly if i tried #but is very much the centerpiece of my enjoyment here #it's not a skill i posess. when i try to elaborate on things i tend to get more obscure #i think the ability to distill matters into this sort of clarity is much more valuable #aspen tag #this is like a nothing post. in the sense that i am saying things which are true but have no point to them #but if they just stay in my head i will forget them faster. and there's more to follow still #(and also because i sense a new interest cresting over the horizon)#(and it'll be nice to have a timestamp for the start)#also for tone clarity this entire post is like. intellectual monotone #when you're on a train of thought so firmly that all those less relevant functions #like the performance of emotion #simply vanish for a time #deeply refreshing state of mind #probably runs parallel to the clarity comment here in some sort of way but i couldn't say anything more on it #have to give it time to form. i can tell it's something. it's just also not there yet

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rosicheeks · 2 months

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Unfortunately relatable. I grew up in the church and have a lot of Christian trauma from that. I show up for special occasions for my parents… sometimes. But it’s uncomfortable from the moment I step through the door. Bigoted pastor, the self-righteousness disguising the prejudice, the political comments from the altar. Shots at young people left right and center as if the hell on earth wasn’t caused by the same older generation 90% of the congregation belongs to..

I miss being young in the choir and the youth groups and not struggling with it. It’s wild to look back at the younger version of me who was unshakeable in his faith and honestly just saddening.

I was texting my sister today about it and she said

“I 100% think ALL of us have a ton of religious trauma and everyone else in the family just doesn’t realize it cause they’re still drinking the kool-aid.”

I ran out of tag room and didn’t want to delete any 😭 seriously not lying I could write a book about all my thoughts and experiences

#I relate to all of this so much #and it’s so sad how many people truly have religious trauma #I still find myself lucky and privileged cause I know there are stories MUCH worse than mine #it’s really hard cause my parents still think I’m a Christian #honestly at this point I have no clue what i am #even if I end up still being a Christian that doesn’t help or heal all of the years of church trauma #but the hard part is still acting the part for my parents #growing up I always tried to fit into the good Christian girl mold #cause I know that’s what my parents wanted and I didn’t want to disappoint them #but once I started smoking weed and they found out? it went all downhill from there #their perfect angel fell from heaven #and I feel like ever since I haven’t been really their daughter…. I’ve just been living on the outside looking in to everything #it hurts looking back at all the years I spent brainwashed into believing that was the ONLY faith #it genuinely makes me sick to my stomach thinking about the fact that I went to a pro life rally #the thing I was talking to my sister about was how mental health was never talked about in the church #when I started dealing with it and went to my parents or the pastors or any adult really and told them what I was dealing with #wanna know what the first thing they would ALWAYS say? well have you prayed about it? the way they treated mental illness was that it was #YOUR fault cause God is punishing you for something…. that you need to pray or go to church so then God will eventually take it away #and the thing is I don’t necessarily blame my parents (which kinda sucks cause I want to blame someone)#but honestly it’s just the environment they grew up in too… like I’m 99% sure my dad has dealt with depression his entire life #but won’t get diagnosed or anything cause they always believe faith has something to do with it #which makes me incredibly sad cause I just think about how much my dad has suffered and how he didn’t need to #^^ I was typing this out when I was late to my family gathering hahaha but then I think my sister called or something so I had to stop #sorry this post is all over the place - I swear I could write a book about religious trauma #yesterday went ok surprisingly but today? TODAY is going to be so much worse #sure I’ll make a post about it later but I guessssss I should go to bed now? it’s 2am and I have to get up at 5:45 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃#and I have a fuuuuull day of fun Christian festivities while I’m dealing with all of this bottled up and unresolved crap from my past #please don’t get me wrong I love my parents and like I said I don’t blame them - they did their best #it just really sucks wondering what my life would have been like if I didn’t grow up in the church or in a super religious family #I wonder if when I told my parents I was depressed if they would have instantly brought me in to get help

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fruitsyrups · 2 months

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ive crossed over into an alternate dimension where side profiles are somehow sometimes easier to draw than other angles. bodies in side profile however... nooo thank you...

#ok the back of the head is hard but the facial features proportions kind of feel easier to figure out . maybe.#weird #n e way im happy with the way i draw faces mostly maybe 50 percent of the time but im so not caught up on drawing bodies #like to the point it just looks bizarre #decent proportional face with like at least some understanding of structure/form even if it's not much #and then the stiffest clunkiest body you ever did see #or i can go the other way around and have an ok body. like decently fluid / proportional. but no face #theres some kind of disconnect. cant have both at once #thats only a sometimes thing though anyways. faces are generally easier #tried to do a teeny bit of gesture drawing yesterday but i was feeling sooo lazy and impatient so only 3 of them turned out ok ish #im pretty sure i post more often talking about art than i actually post art #i dont post most of the things i draw #i like to have my little secrets...#secrets in question are just literally anything that isnt adventure time art #actually looking through my art folder is crazy cause like if i saw this 3 years ago (i was really bad at drawing 3 years ago) i would. idk #drop dead or something #but now its like yeah same old same old. lots of problems. need to work on those.#but its nice to step back and be like woagh holy shit. massive improvement #earlier i was trying to dfraw a character and it wasn't coming out right but instead of getting frustrated and discouraged #it was more like i had this feeling of . idk. excitement to get better at drawing?#i dont know if this is just a temporary mood or maybe im turning over a new leaf. new optimistic mindset about art #<- watch that 'new mindset' totally disappear when i have a slightly more prolonged period of art struggle. lol

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transgender-catboy · 7 months

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I love my friends

#i think im just going to talk in the tags for a moment. got a lot on my mind #for starters. the fnaf movie comes out soon. really looking forward to that. think its gonna be awesome and amazing and I'm super excited!!!#secondly. waiting on funds so i can buy that mask i saw the other day and some Halloween candy from Walmart #i . want to do little goodie bags for the kids in my building. but im too scared to go up to their parents and ask candy preference and #allergy concerns. so. idk. maybe I'll just save it. I think it's a cute concept but it makes me feel like my mother.#she loved to do little gift things for people. but it was always people that didn't like her. i don't want to be that way #i know my value. i know my time and energy means something. i don't want to waste it on people who don't give a shit. ya know?#not saying the kids are those kinds of people. not what i mean. but just as an overall thing. i don't like being like her.#...yeah. i dunno. you get raised by one person your whole life. you pick up some of their characteristics #i can't sob without sounding like her. safe to say i am a little emotionally constipated. so i seek other means to relieve that feeling.#like yesterday when i threw up. i played it off like that was a blunder on my body. but i know what i did.#hey. at least it's not the other method. right?. .. yeah. okay. i know. not great either #but it hurts. and I'm so fucking sick and tired of crying over her. genuinely. it's exhausting crying all the time #but that's the only way I can get those emotions out #I've tried to do the counseling thing. but other things made that impossible. then i moved.#and i tried the grief thing but instead i just got a talking buddy? he helps me get out of the house yeah.#but we dont talk about her #... i dunno. I'm just here.#guess i waited long enough. now you get a mini secret. every time i make an i love my friends post. I'm reminding myself why I'm still going #I'm usually sitting around somewhere in my apartment (desk couch bed) crying. alone. thinking about you guys.#so uh. thank you.#i love you guys so much. and i don't know where I'd be without you #probably dead.#💖#vent

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cloneboywonder · 10 months

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im so CWCcoded

#anyway my apologies for gaslighting you all about not personal diary posting bc my dad just texted me goodnight and it made me sad #him and my mom both tried to call me all day I feel bad when I ignore them #bc I know they’ll be dead someday and they won’t be able to call me and I won’t be able to answer #and my brothers both tried to call me I know my mom narced that I was weird yesterday and now everyones scrambling to keep track of me #it’s very nice of them but I really do hate being reminded that I’m the family member that like #they’ve all quietly agreed is always going to have to be monitored and taken care of #I wouldn’t be surprised if Andy and Alex haven’t talked about who I’m going to going to live by when our parents are both gone #it was kind of funny Andy invited me to like go install a security camera with him today #I said no but I do think it could’ve been a fun experince #I was gonna see my mom but she didn’t want to go out again so I waited around until my dad tried to call me again #so then be brought me with him to a hardware store where he tried (and failed) to return paint or something #we love a schemer #and then we picked up Andy and got milkshakes but I was ill so he got me real food on the way home #but I’m going to have to find a way to throw it out tomorrow bc I didn’t eat that much of it and I don’t want him to be sad about it #and I have to clean my room bc Lydia will be here soon #I was weepy in the car and my dad kept saying it’s nice you’ll get a few days with her before the concert #I know :-(#to some extent I love that he’s so incapable of handling emotional moods bc he just puts on songs and complains about them #bc he knows I like to complain and I think he gets scared when I don’t talk and that’s his attempt at getting me to #I need to finish my costume and make bracelets and clean my room these seem doable #okay bye please don’t unfollow me #also I love the name doxing bc these are for me and me only and maybe burke when he logs on I love you #my posts

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pinolitas · 1 month

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i hate being my parents' parent

#its why i moved out to dorm first chance i got but unfortunately i had no chance of transferring to engineering there #they cant make payments online #i teach them and they dont learn #my dad tells me he tries to pay his credit card himself before coming to me and he always gets lost on the first step #i dont even do it for him i just sit next to him and tell him what to click and why #and then when its something thats frustrating for me i know itd be even worse for them #last month comed changed the account numbers and fucked up their online system i couldnt pay at all #this month the flood insurance they bought recently has its first payment due and i couldnt pay any method online at all #and so i called and the robot tells me its paid off but i have no evidence of that anywhere #oh my god and yesterday i had to write my cousin's jury excuse letter because she doesnt understand english #but better me than her 6 year old kid who will only grow up to have the same issues as me if she puts him to translate for her #i hate doing things for people and i feel so much guilt because its what im supposed to do but oh my goddddddd #oh my god i hate it i hate it i hate it #whenever i have evil thoughts its always about the same shit #that post about a gun that just puts you out for a few hours #please

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virgincognito · 1 month

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i think the issue is that i have a cold exterior, intentional and careful with what i say and more mature than i am, deep voiced and serious but when when that exterior melts im someone who like to crack jokes infinitively and act on impulse and whimsy in social settings, i prefer when convo feels like two dogs playing with each other....but i cannot help myself but i do feel like i bait and switch ppl bc of that, and i find that ppl often pull back once the layers are peeled.... :(

#say you are gemini rising without saying you are a gemini rising lol #im only really posting this bc if yall been paying attention ive been talking about a girl only referred to as “her” or “she”#but i think i whimised to close to the sun #she doesn't look at me the same way she used to when she was too shy to approach me and i had to approach her #yesterday she didnt say bye to me after the staff meeting and didnt answer my texts #maybe this really is all in my head and we are fine but #before we started talking i have already concluded in my head that im not gf shaped no matter how much i try/tried to be #(as in like no one wants me ...well at least not in this town lol)#but when we started talking that hope came in my head that maybe i was wrong :)#but personally atp i dont think we will get that far #i think i came down too hard and she doesnt seem too interested anymore #or maybe i did nothing wrong and its just her? ill never know really

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euaphora · 9 months

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ִ ♱ ₊ ࣪ ITS NOT HEALTHY FOR ME TO FELL THIS!

bully!megumi who started picking at you for no reason, you didn’t know what you did wrong or what you had said. At first he did it for fun just to pick on you but then he started seeing the faces you would make when he would slap your ass,small or big, he loved the sound it would make as you slightly jump up.

bully!megumi who tried to flirt with you while you put your books away in your locker but you kindly told him you had to go. You were just super uncomfortable and wanted to go to class already, honestly.

bully!megumi who noticed that and slapped you against the locker, hands against them as he traps you. You try and see if anyone will help but they just avoid him, knowing who his dad was and just knowing he would treat them same way he was treating you. They knew you were getting bullied but didn’t report it.

bully!megumi who brushes his hand against your upper thighs during classes as you slap it away when the teacher asks what’s going on, calling you pet names behind your ear, teasing you by taking away something you were just randomly holding, he would put it over your head watching you jump and down, and reached to grab it, the visible height difference between you two causing troubles. You take it away from him, seeing your clothed breasts bounce, feeling his pants suddenly tighten.

bully!megumi who would drag you to any empty classroom and lift your uniform skirt up and pulling down your panties, slapping your ass as it turns a darker shade of red by the minute. He would have you laid down and on his lap, sometimes rubbing his thumb to your clit, feeling your squirm under him as you try and get off, just making things worse.

bully!megumi who threatens you and blackmails you with clips of you having him deep in your mouth, gagging sounds as the background coming from the video, swiping to the left, the next clip showing you bouncing on his cock at the dean’s office. He had a whole album of you two and just for personal reasons. You look back at him with doe eyes, tears slipping out of you.

bully!megumi who gaslights you, “I don’t want to have to show the dean but if you report me, I’ll have to, sweetheart..” he coos while holding on your hips as you sit on his lap as he rocks your hips making you rub against his bulge as you cry into his shoulder. You just nod, hugging him tight by his torso— mascara being ruined and smearing on his dress shirt.

bully!megumi who hates seeing you talk to other guys that aren’t him. He would take that anger out on you the next time you would meet up again, you being so confused why he was so mad all of a sudden when just yesterday he was praising you, telling you how good you were to him.

bully!megumi who likes to go raw all the time, never having a condom in hand. He didn’t have sex with other girls anymore since he was always with you now. He would invite you over to his house, you never really having a choice either way. When you would ask him, “Can we use a condom, please? I don’t wanna end up pregnant, megumi.” You whine as you roll your eyes back gripping onto the bed sheets.

bully!megumi who would be mad at your response, slapping your pussy then grabbing you by the back of your hair with the other hand, humiliating you by having his phone on the nightstand as the video records every second. Of course he wouldn’t post it or show it to anyone, he liked having the power of knowing he was the only one that made you feel good, the only one who saw you for what you really were, a slut.

bully!megumi who likes to have you in missionary half of the time because he loved watching you pant, losing your breath as he would ram himself inside you— ignoring your pleads.

bully!megumi who makes you swallow all his cum after you suck him off, if one drop fell down your mouth he would make you get on your knees again, shoving his cock back in your mouth and ramming your head back and fourth to create fiction on his cock.

bully!megumi who eventually stops going so hard on you, leaving you alone and no longer picking on you but later later realizing how much you loved getting treated like a rag doll. You would pull him into the staff bathroom going into a stall and lifting up your skirt, hinting him to put his cock inside you.

“Fuck me, ‘gumi…couldn’t stop think about you all last period.” You pout your lips as you look back at him having a big grin spread across his face. “Thought you didn’t like when I would fuck you?” He teases, pulling down his zipper, briefs joining them.

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