#im so fucking afraid of not having enough money
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I'm really fucking terrified of quitting my job. kind of fucking awful how being jobless even briefly can be utterly catastrophic
#idk how long id be without insurance 🙃#i would still have some money coming from my other job in the meantime but my hours there are pretty limited#bc they cut our department budget and as it is we're only allowed an absolute max of 19.5 hrs a week#im so fucking afraid of not having enough money#so like. i WANT to not quit and to stick it out a little bit longer but im also fucking terrified that if i do that like#ill just kill myself or something lmao. like. i dont think id actually do it. but i also dont want to keep crying constantly#and having pani attacks every fucking day because of this#panic*#i dont know what to do#everyone is telling me to quit but jesus. what if i need money?? what will i do??#maybe i should apply for a small loan first? while i can still report the income?? but then what if i dont need it...#and what about all the work ive put into the union. i dont want to throw it all away but idk if anyone would take my place#as the person doing a good 75% of the legwork. i guess i could keep going to meetings and taking notes but like. yeah.
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aaaaaaa im supposed to leave a friend's bday party in an hour and a half but its raining n i kinda donttt wanna ride transit 2 hours each way to hang out w ppl ive never met
#im sure itll but fun. but fuck im lazy#also i dont have any money so when we go to karaoke im afraid i wont be able 2 get drunk enough 2 work up the courage 2 do it
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i mean this in all seriousness.....
every bonus and raise i get at work is cuz i taught myself adobe automation tools and javascript for adobe (even though i took cs in hs like, i could not find a class in what i wanted so i just had to self teach it)
but the only reason i self taught that was cuz i was overly obsessed with kpop
so as long as all my savings accounts are where they should be (percentage of income-wise)... so like 401k, emergency fund, down-payment fund.......(which.....are all invested and/or in high yield 4.5% monthly compounding interest accts and are making their own money)
i can just dump all my disposable income into kpop because if i wasn't unhinged about kpop, i would not have this much disposable income lol
i feel like this is 100% an original meaning of girlmath moment tbh
#personal#i mean i also.....budget like a crazy person and save like....20-25% of my yearly gross income lol#and was doing that when i was broke too......bc im nuts and also bc the same reason my mom was nuts abt saving#(my mom was afraid shed have another stroke so she saved sooo much for retirement...and then did have to#retire early....but not bc of stroke but bc she also had CANCER what the actual fuck#like shes never done drugs and barely drinks and was a professional dancer which is like...a literal athlete..#thats NOT FAIR)#soooo she taught me how to save and invest super early lol.....like she....had me put my#bday money in an investment account every year and i was only allowed to spend interest#(explaining interest on a CD to a 8 year old by saying its a free GBA game lmao)#that was literally how she explained the $30 of interest the cd made i was like...ooo free!! i like free free is good!!#i have like.....enough to cover 2 months of basic bills (not including paychecks coming in) in checking#and then everything else is invested or in high yield.....#im so mad rn bc my 401k isnt doing that great tho....like my high yeild and my brokerage accounts are doing better#like the 401k is pretaxed and i get a very generous employer match of 5% instead of 3% so its worth#putting the money there instead of having it in my paycheck and putting it with the broker#buuuuut its annoying me#like im definitely getting more overall out of putting in 401k....but i wish it was making the same interest as my brokerage is
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did i really just deadass read a post about recognizing a//i images (i did it for signs of a//i "photos" to be informed about deepfakes) which had "notice the dead look in his eyes" (and its a picture of a guy with my normal resting expression) and a section on a//i drawing styled images which lists "a strong blush in the middle of the face and ears" as a possible a//i gene//rated image sign...
#maybe i am too autistic for the former part#for the latter part i LOVE putting blushies on my characters cheeks and when theyre elves on the ears#and some of the art styles they used as examples r kinda... what my more elaborate style would have been like were i much more skilled#so like... is the only part separating me from rotten tomatoes is that im bad at it#but that doesnt motivate me to improve does it?#i think i am done here. i dont think i will be able to post my art the same way ever again#i wont feel at ease with fellow artists because the community is Like That and feel no desire to make friends with any anymore rly#im done. maybe i should just crochet or whatever instead.#and just doodle my gen//pact coop adventures with my friend for the exclusive viewing of said friend#im not rly afraid of being targeted or anything. i am not good enough. but the atmosphere? this aint it.#i dont want to be in such a place#having read what i mentioned above im just lying here like (ʘ‿ʘ;)#what the fuck did i just witness??#i rly came for useful infos but instead... that??#how interesting - i long dreamed of making money with my art and selling merch and such and now i think that wont be possible -#not because of a//i gen//erated images posed as the bogeyman. but because of how rancid the artistic space has become over them.#so whos stealing my opportunities really?..
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My ex bf’s friend reached out to me the other day to tell me he was missing for four days only to almost immediately tell me he was okay after i hadn’t responded
#I’m honestly super anxious now like#are they going to show up at my house?#are they going to keep trying to get me to be worried about him?#it felt so planned#i broke the ‘dont talk to him’ rule a month ago but it was less of a conversation and more of a statement on my behalf#i was pressured into promising him that id tell him if i never wanted to talk to him again and so i reached out to say just that#then promptly blocked him after directly saying ‘Do Not Contact Me’#it was dumb but i think that is why his friend reached out to me i think they plotted it to see if i would be worried about him#i sent the friend a long text explaining how i utterly hate him and that i feel threatened by him#and that he is nothing more to me outside that of a past abuser#thats all he is to me#he is just that guy that abused me for four months#he is nothing else to me#fuck you Rowan I hope you feel like shit for the way you treated me#im so fucking stressed that he’s gonna show up at my door one of these days I fucking s2g#im afraid of Hayley showing up too they seem unstable enough to think thats a good idea#i hope to god they forgot my address#i can only hope that they don’t have enough money to make it all the way up here#they reached out to me too!!! ‘just extending a friendly hello’ under a new number#told em to fuck off and blocked em#idk what else to do#I guess I shouldn’t be responding at all as that confirms to them it’s my number#but i have a knee jerk reaction to respond to basically anything thats said to me#i feel compelled to respond it drives me crazy to take steps to ignore someone#i wish these people would just forget about me#jesus christ
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hey hey, ik ur requests are closed so im gonna leave this till u open them back up,
imagine Yakuza Boss!Toji bucking his hips into you, bored out of his mind at his meeting, you’re cute whimpers and whines for him to slow down slightly amusing him as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, all this happening while his most trusted subordinates watch as he fucks into you at this meeting, while you just sit on his lap babbling about how good he feels until he finally makes you squirt, causing him to stop the meeting and kick everybody out so he can abuse your little hole some more, wanting to see you squirt for him more. :3
I feel like I went a little off script and I threw some Shiu in there too bc we're all sluts for Shiu right?? Bon apetit!
warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap, possessiveness, slight jealousy, slightly mean toji, dom!toji, exhibitionism, public sex, oral fixation, squirting, daddy!kink, DDLG esque?, pussy spanks.
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“She shouldn’t be in here.” Shiu comments, his boss gives him a passive stare before looking in your direction. You sit politely with your hands in your lap and a shy smile, looking awkwardly around the room full of terrifying men. “She shouldn’t be listening to the shit we’re discussing.”
“I shouldn’t be listening to this shit, either. What the fuck do I pay you all for?” Toji responds, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he scoffs. “She’s needy, she needs constant attention and I know all you filthy fucks have got your eye on her so I don’t want her out of my sight.”
Shiu groans, but stands to his feet. You feel bad, really, you know what an inconvenience you are but you do try your best to remain demure and out of the way. But he’s right, you’re needy. And to be honest you’re a little afraid. Since you’ve become Toji’s plaything you’ve got a target on your back. You know with all of the security and loyal men at his disposal the odds of anything happening to you are slim. But still, you know it isn’t impossible.
Toji’s second in command leads the meeting in the board room, and you are engaged and silent as he speaks. It’s something about a territory dispute. You don’t fully understand but you know it’s illegal and dangerous. And you begin to whimper as they discuss resorting to violence.
The sound catches Toji’s attention. It seems you’ve been paying more attention than he has. He’s got more money than sense, and that is why he keeps Shiu around. But he can read you like a book. He knows when you’re happy or sad, angry or scared. And now, he sees how hard you’re trying to hold in the fear you feel. He knows what always makes you feel better, though. And he’s bored out of his fucking skull.
He shows no care or consideration for his audience as he lifts you from your seat and into his lap. Shiu stutters a little as he watches Toji manhandle you, your legs spread apart over his own before he touches under your little miniskirt. He smirks, kissing your shoulder when he feels your naked flesh.
“Good girl, no panties, jus’ like I told you.”
He doesn’t see a point to you wearing panties, he told you that after your first encounter. He told you he’d be keeping you around and you were his perfect little girl. And perfect little girls don’t need panties.
“Perfect little girls just need to keep their cunts wet for their daddy’s.” that is what he told you.
Your face flushes with heat when you realise if anyone in the room is brave enough to look they’ll see your dripping little slit. You aren’t sure how brave Toji’s men really are, though. But Toji is bold and uncaring and he knows what he wants. Always.
You gasp, softly, stealing a few gazes from the men in the room. Shiu is busy trying to keep the meeting on track and keep everyone focused. And it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand, too. Because Toji loves to show you off. But he’ll never share. But his second in command knows better than most what your cute cunt is capable of. It’s a novelty to him, now. Why would he steal glances when he knows his generous boss will brag about you in private to him?
You fall forwards, little hands slamming against the table top as Toji rams his cock into you without remorse. He holds your hips, pulling you down until the back of your thighs smack against his. His fingers squeeze into your doughy skin, sure to leave bruises as he’s often one to do. Any fear that you’d felt at the thought of the men surrounding you committing acts of violence are a distant memory, now. You’re too busy trying to steady yourself through daddy’s onslaught.
“P-Please, fuck, please… daddy! S-Slow down!” you beg, a smirk sprawls like wildfire across his face as he listens to your desperate pleas.
“No no no, you don’t tell me what to do,” he reminds you. A light slap coming down on your clit as he continues fucking up into you. “Stop thinking, just take it, princess.”
Shiu sighs, his focus wavering as you continue to moan and yelp through Toji’s never ending fucking. He lights a cigarette for himself and then hands one to Toji. He takes a hand away from your hip to bring it to his lips, and Shiu proceeds to light his and then his own.
He continues to speak as if nothing is happening. He’s so calm and collected, but it’s no wonder. Toji is a man he’s known for as long as he can remember and he knows all of the complexities that come with him. Not to say that you are complex. You’re probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him, truthfully. But it isn’t as much of a distraction as it seems to be for the rest of his subordinates.
Toji chortles when he watches Shiu slot his thumb into your mouth, his other hand still holding his cigarette with no care to where the ash lands. The lackeys are even more confused, now, do they share you? Toji isn’t the type to share, no, but he isn’t going to chastise Shiu for doing what he needs to do to get through his meeting.
Besides, you look quite cute sucking on his thumb. He always thinks you look cute when you’re sucking on something, though. You hold onto Shiu’s wrist as you suckle on his thumb. And you hate that he won’t give you any attention, especially when you’re blinking up at him with pretty, wet eyes. Doesn’t he want to admire how cute you’re being for him?
You begin to act up, mewling loudly around his fingers as you try to get him to look at you. But it only ends in another wet slap on your pussy from Toji and a particularly rough cantering of his hips. He pulls you back towards him, your shoulder blades cushioned by his pecs as you’re pulled into him.
Shiu wipes your saliva from his thumb onto his blazer and gives you a passive glance before focusing on the men in the room again. He snaps his fingers in a bid to command their attention.
Toji, however, is fixated on you. His sharp canines ghost over your jugular. Your heart rate quickens and so do the shallow breaths escaping your throat. He silences you, his hand smothers your lips as he continues to nip and bite softly with ease. It’s exciting, and terrifying, because you know he could tear out your throat if he really wanted to.
“Did I just hear you beggin’ for another man’s attention, princess?” he whispers, his large palm pushing your legs further apart before repeatedly slapping down against your firm clit. “Is daddy’s cock ruinin’ you not enough, hah? Because I’ll stop, right now, and you can forget about cumming for a while. A long fucking while, darlin’.”
You muffle your protests through his smothering palm. Of course he’s enough! You got carried away, that’s all. He’s more than enough. You don’t need anyone else’s attention. Just him. Only him.
“Heh, that’s what I thought.” he laughs, harshly, licking a fat stripe up your neck with his wide tongue. Tears spill from your eyes as he continues to pound into you, gritting his teeth with each squeeze and stifled moan he’s suffocating with his hand. He wraps his free hand around your torso and drills upwards into your slippery heat.
Your moans become louder as you reach your peak. He repeatedly nudges your sensitive insides in the most beautiful way and forces you to clench and wince and fucking scream through your nostrils as he drags your orgasm out of you.
And eyes begin to turn white as they roll into the back of your head. Your body turns limp as his touch forces an orgasm from your body. Your body is wracked as you violently shake through it, your cunt squirting all over his lap and onto the floor below. He moans, boisterously at your display.
It doesn’t go unnoticed by the men in the room, either, as the sound of gushing water hits the ground below.
Toji bends you over the desk, carnal desire flooding all sense that he has. He pushes your head down so your cheek is squished against the table. You look up at Shiu, blinking pathetically. And now, you do have his attention. Toji hisses, flipping your skirt up to reveal your plump ass. He has no doubt his men will find it difficult not to look.
“Everyone out, now.” he commands, his men readily jump to their feet and begin to filter out of the room. Shiu stubs his cigarette out on the table top, not even an inch away from your nose and he prepares to leave. “Not you. Stay.” Toji orders. Shiu chuckles, weakly, and takes a seat.
“What do I owe this pleasure?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear as he watches your fucked out face continue to swallow Toji’s cock again and again. “Sorry I couldn’t give you any attention, angel. That meeting was a disaster, huh?” he smiles.
“This isn’t your pleasure, Shiu.” Toji informs him. “She jus’ likes it when you watch.”
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happy one year since the [REDACTED] event and by happy i mean wow truly nothing has gotten better since then in fact some may say it’s even gotten worse
#in neg city#i wish we had never been friends truly. i wish i had never met them#and i kno it’s stupid to think like back but i can’t help it#my life is so bad and its only gotten worse since then my brain will never be okay bc my heart is missing a piece#that they stole. after working their way in with false promises and platitudes#the financial hit doesn’t even rlly matter anymore except it does bc now i’m so insecure that im second guessing whether i quit the job#that’s been actively making my mental health worse for an entire year#bc im afraid of not having enough money to afford my place#so it’s like im just stuck. and i’ll never get unstuck bc i never got closure#and im glad i didn’t but god i hate them for it so fucking much
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*deep inhale*
FUCK
#i want to fucking scream#fuck america fuck money fuck literally everything in the world#im so tired of having a background worry in my head about my family not having enough money for food#im so tired of my friends talking about spending money like it’s nothing#im so tired of not having nice things#maybe i want nice things#maybe i want to be able to buy new clothes every once in a while#maybe i want to go to amusement parks and movie theatres without not eating dinner afterward#maybe i want to be able to get takeout more than whenever my extended family is over#maybe i want to be able to fucking exist without being afraid of it costing money to exist#tw swearing#i hate this so much
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jjk characters as male thot jobs
including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami
contents: sfw but very suggestive, jjk men acting like sluts, gn!reader but there is a fem term used once
a/n: you might not consider some of these as “thot jobs” but im here to hypnotize you ouuuuhhh *wiggles fingers around* .. this is so silly but i had a blast writing this one
☆ . . . since gojo’s brain is hardwired to find teasing others amusing and quite the pass time i could see him as a dentist. you go to your local clinic for a annual deep cleaning and this man purposely goes out of his way to make things seem inherently sensual but still manages to do his job professionally. he’ll coo and praise you for following the most regular orders “now open real nice and wide for me … that’s righttt, good girl.” and “bite down on this … mhm yes just like that, you’re doing a great job.”
he’d definitely be like the annoying ones who still try to have a conversation while knuckles-deep prodding in your mouth. “i can tell you haven’t been flossing as much as you should be, what’s up with that?” and all you can do is narrow your eyes at him. he always caress your jaw and cheek too even through the latex gloves his touches are so intimate and gentle at the end of your appointment you’ll be genuinely considering if you should fuck your dentist or not.
☆ . . . i had multiple options for geto but firmly decided on a ceramic artist. i can envision him owning a modern yet whimsical pottery studio —he wanted the modern look but nanako and mimiko insist on the whimsical interior.— he offers free beginner classes twice a month. omgg the way his hands knead at the clay and skillfully sculpts on the wheel with his fingers meticulously bending, making his veins more prominent while delicately morphing the creation into a vase. he annunciates his instructions with melodic calmness but still has authority present in his tone i swearrr his voice is like honey.
you catch his eye in one of his classes and offers extended hours free of charge to help you “better your form.” he sits behind you, cradling your forearms directing your movements but still making room for you to assist your own creation. his warm minted breath tickles the back of your neck causing goosebumps “make sure to sit close to the wheel and anchor your elbows tightly against your body…” the sultry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed with him slightly moving to your ear next “don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s all about trial and error darling.”
☆ . . . like the unemployed bum toji is, he seems like the type of man to pride himself as a ‘jack of all trades.’ which is why i see him in the freelancer field of work, specifically, a personal shopper. he has an app on his phone where he can either accept or deny requests. he’s quite picky with commissions when money isn’t running low, but don’t get him wrong, he’s willing to go the extra mile to please his clients. always prefers phone calls over text when discussing farther details knowing his gruff voice will have the recipient weak in the knees. he isn’t shameful to treat his full time employment as a part time hookup arrangement…if he’s lucky enough that is.
“here’s your stuff pretty.” the quite taller and muscular man at your porch hands over a brown bag containing your groceries. you don’t miss the way his hands graze yours in the exchange, his sharp eyes examine you like you’re his prey; awaiting for your next move in a game you involuntarily started playing. words of gratitude try to slither past your lips but ultimately couldn’t —you’ve officially peaked his interest— “hey, why don’t i help you unload your items?” at that you nodded making way for the sleazy man to enter your home and eventually your bedroom as well.
☆ . . . what differentiates nanami from the rest is that he’s unaware of how insanely attractive his profession as a baker is. he truly doesn’t understand the appeal of a man in an apron kneading dough and decorating pink frilly cupcakes. he co-owns a bakery with haibara !! they even enrolled in culinary school together. the interior is quite morden with wisteria and other succulent plants hanging from the ceiling; most of the time he’s clueless to very clear advances from others or kindly shut them down saying how he’s “not looking for anything serious” which is a lie he himself started to believe.
but on a faithful sunday autumn morning you stroll in just salivating at the thought of warm dewy chocolate filled croissants, fresh from the oven, when you see him; clad in a bulky knitted cream sweater tying a black apron around his slim waist whilst his becipes bulged slightly through the thick material of the sweater. “good morning, what can i get for you today?” one thing lead to another making you leave with not only a croissant but the blond man’s phone number —due thanks to his cheeky younger coworker, yuji, who wrote the number on your receipt including a note that read: ‘he’s soooo into you :)’—
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Saw you had requests! And this may be a trigger warning but it’s a fix I’ve thought about for months.
Eddie, bestie female reader. You are newer to Hawkins and go to a party with Eddie robin and Steve. Not big into drugs or drinking to stick with punch.
While Eddie is off making some money you’re not paying attention to your cup. And someone slips in something.
Soon you start to feel weird… and scared. Someone finds Eddie who is by your side in a second. Friends freak out your crying and scared possible culprit is found and Eddie wants to kick his ass but he is taking care of you. And then from there where ever you think it could lead? Ed’s taking you home but staying and helping you through your high/trip so sweet doesn’t even need to be secretly in love or it could be but nothing happens because… well after a scary thing like that… no thanks.
Idk it’s been stuck in my head and again don’t write if you’re not comfortable.
Im not going to anon because I’m afraid I may miss if you do write. But again if not that’s totally okay!
Hey, thanks so much for your request!
Word count: 1,723
CW: reader gets roofied, let me know if there’s anything I missed!
Eddie x bestie!fem!reader
You looked around Steve’s house which was filled a bunch of people you didn’t know. You hadn’t really liked parties, but Eddie had begged you to go and you found yourself unable to say no to him. He was just so cool and pretty that you wanted to do whatever he asked when he flashed you those doe brown eyes.
You were still new to town and in no position to pass up friends so that meant hanging around people you didn’t like just so full your social circles. People like Brad were who you despised the most. He had been trying to sleep with you for months only to be met by rejection. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, approaching you every chance he got and that night hadn’t been an exception.
“Hey,” he smiled, leaning over the back of the couch. Eddie was always quick to jump to your defense, but of course he was nowhere to be found, taking an opportunity to sell, it being a huge party and all.
You ignored him, looking down at the red plastic cup in your hand. Eddie had given you some punch that had just been a bunch of different types of alcohol mixed with some juice. You didn’t drink much so it was perfect, the juice completely covering up the bitter alcohol taste that you weren’t a fan of.
You thought that not speaking to Brad would help him get the hint, but that only made him speak again. He took your silence as playing hard to get and goddamn was he determined to get you.
To Brad, you were just another body to use. He loved that you were innocent, having never slept with anyone. He just wanted to add yet another notch to his bedpost, wanting your name to be on the list of virgins he had fucked.
You had felt bad for the girls who had been desperate enough to sleep with Brad and you definitely weren’t going to be one of them. He was gross and you had eyes for only one man. That man being nowhere to be found when you needed him.
You hadn’t been paying attention and Brad had slipped something into your drink, quickly moving away before anyone could catch him. If you wouldn’t say yes, he was going to take matters into his own hands.
But Robin had caught him and hurried over to you to stop you from drinking the now contaminated juice. You had already taken a sip before she was able to get to you. She watched in horror as you swallowed the liquid and quickly took the cup from you. She pulled you in the kitchen to keep an eye on you and poured the juice down the sink.
She then grabbed onto Steve who just so happened to also be in the kitchen and turned him around to face her, panic in her eyes.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He could see the look on her face and started to worry. Robin was known to freak out on a regular basis, but this was different. He could feel it. Something was wrong.
“Y/n was roofied.” He felt his knees go weak at her words and looked at you for any signs of sickness, but you seemed fine. It was only a matter of time before the symptoms took over.
“I’m gonna go get Eddie. Take her to your room,” she told him, looking around the house for the curly head of hair.
Robin was quick to run from the kitchen, pushing through all of the partygoers to find the metal head. She didn’t have much time and it didn’t help that Steve’s house was packed and there was no trace of Eddie anywhere.
Steve took you to his room so you could have some quiet. You already felt dizzy, having trouble walking, feeling like the place was spinning. Everything was distorted and didn’t look right.
You continued you to try to walk but fell to the floor, the drugs in your system quickly taking over. You fell face first in the foyer and people were quick to part like the Red Sea as you laid there in the middle of them.
Everyone just stared at you while Steve was picked. He looked down at your face to see that your nose was red from where it hit the floor. He carried you up the stairs and to his room, hoping that Eddie was going to be there soon. You were fading fast and you looked so scared, it was terrifying to him. He didn’t know you as well as Eddie, but you were his friend and he hated seeing you like that. So scared and helpless.
Steve opened the door and closed it behind him with his foot before carefully laying you on his bed. His heart was racing and he was wondering where the fuck Eddie was. It didn’t take long to get to his room no matter when in the house you were coming from.
Steve sat you up against his headboard, making sure you didn’t fall asleep. He laid next to you awkwardly, not taking his eyes off of you.
“I need Eddie,” you slurred. Steve wanted Eddie too. He was the only one who always knew what you needed. Steve was going to try his best, but he was terrified for you. He couldn’t imagine going through something so scary.
“Eddie’s coming sweetheart. He’ll be here in a second.” Steve wasn’t sure how sure his statement was true, but he was going to believe it anyway.
The door burst open and Eddie and Robin rushed into the room. She sat on the bed next to Steve while Eddie made a beeline for you. He took you into his arms and the two of you slowly lowered yourselves to the floor. You cried into his chest and he let you, knowing how scared you were. You needed to let it out and he was going to let you talk about it if you wanted to.
Robin and Steve made themselves scarce, wanting to give to two of you some space. Eddie pulled you onto the bed and you cuddled up into his side, feeling nothing but dizzy. Everything was doubled and you had to close your eyes so it would go away, but it didn’t. It only got worse when you closed your eyes.
“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart. I should have been there with you.” Eddie was going to blame himself for the rest of his life. Sure, if he had been with you, you wouldn’t have been drugged, but it wasn’t his fault. It was just horrible incident and the only person to blame was Brad.
“Eddie, it’s okay,” you slurred. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should’ve been paying more attention.” He was getting angry that you were blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault at all. You should have been able to have a drink without worrying whether there were drugs in it or not.
“No,” he said a bit too harshly, sitting up he so could look you in the eyes. “None of this is your fault, y/n. It’s Brad’s.”
“Exactly,” you opened your eyes. “So you shouldn’t be blaming yourself. You should be allowed to leave me for a few minutes without worrying about me.”
“I always worry about you. You’re my best friend. That’s my job. And I didn’t do my job for one night and something horrifying happened to you, y/n. You were assaulted.” That word made it sound so much worse. You knew that was what happened to you, but didn’t really have time to think about it until Eddie had said it.
Just because Brad hadn’t done anything to you physically didn’t mean that you weren’t a victim. Eddie wanted you to know the severity of what had happened and wanted to you to know that you had every right to feel scared.
You fell silent after that, the words heavy between the two of you. Your heart rate quickened as everything set it. You didn’t want to believe it, very much in denial of the severity of the situation. In your mind, if you didn’t acknowledge it, it wasn’t actually happening.
You slowly drifted to sleep and Eddie kept an eye on you to make sure you were okay. He felt sick seeing you like that. You hadn’t been acting like yourself and even after your discussion, he was still blaming himself for what had happened to you. He’d get over it eventually, but for now, he was going to let himself drown in his guilt.
You woke up the next morning from the sun shining through the window. You felt so much better, but you were still a little groggy. You sat up and panicked when Eddie wasn’t by your side but let out a sigh of relief when you saw him sitting at Steve’s desk. He had some toilet paper in his nose and a bag of frozen peas was sitting onto top of one of his hands, his other hand of top of the bag.
He smiled when he looked at you and you returned it, his smile always infections. You eyed the peas once more and wondered what had happened while you were asleep. It seemed like Eddie was always up to trouble.
“What did you do this time?”
“I punched Brad.” He said the words so proudly and for once, you didn’t feel like scolding him. If anyone deserved to have the shit punched out of them, it was him. He deserved a lot more, but you were going to take what you could get as far as his ass kickings went.
“Steve helped. We went to his house this morning and taught him a lesson about dragging women before calling the cops. They arrested him an hour later so he’s definitely not to be bothering you anymore.”
You didn’t think anyone had done something so nice for you. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie would have done anything for you. He would have even left Brad alone if you asked.
“You didn’t have to do that.” You walked over to him and planted yourself in his lap. He wasn’t caught off guard at first, but arm quickly wrapped around your waist while you rested your head on his shoulder.
“I know,” he nodded. “But I wanted to. And that was the least that fucking dick deserved.” It was true, and even though you would probably never to get over what had happened to you, knowing that Brad was behind bars made you feel a whole lot better.
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STRIPCLUB GHOST
I think he wouldn't go to a Stripclub in the Canon but my brain was working again lel. You can find more on my A03: Mrsparras
Moving to England to study abroad has always been your biggest dream since you were a child, so when you graduated and were old enough, you did it. You blessed Erasmus that you wouldn't have so much debt—well, at least you thought so, but in the end, you couldn't make ends meet.
So you decided to search for a job that you could do while studying that also fit with your busy schedule, so you started to work in a strip club in Soho under the promise that you would only be a waitress and nothing more.
You stood behind the bar counter wearing the skimpiest clothes you had and prepared drinks, and to your surprise, it was fun. Even watching the stripper from far away gave you straight-up BI panic; they were also beautiful and mature.
Surprisingly, you even got a lot of tips despite not dancing half-naked around the pole. The customers all called you Angel; being the youngest and most unattainable had its perks.
One day there was a new customer who wore a Ghost mask and was a brick house of a man. He was nice to you despite looking scary.
"Come on, Bunny, tell me why you are doing this," he asked while you served him a glass of his favorite Bourbon. He was nice, always left you a good tip, and was generous. So you didn't feel the urge to lie to him; why should you?
"I need to pay bills; food and rent are expensive in Manchester."
"I see," he said, leaving this time a 60-pound tip on his 18-pound Bourbon.
"Sir, it's too much."
"It isn't Bunny; buy yourself something nice with it, okay?"
And you did buy yourself a proper meal after a long time of only eating pasta with pesto, and it was delicious.
The next day, when you went to work, you got an offer from your boss: 500 pounds for a private striptease, 120 pounds more if it turns into a lapdance. You never wanted to do this; you couldn't dance, and you were insecure about your body. But it was easy money, and you could always bottom out if it was too much for you.
"The man left this costume for you behind." Your bodyguard gave you a bunny costume with bunny ears, white soft lingerie, and a bunny tail. Oh god, what a freak. Problem No. 2: It was at least 2 sizes too small, making your tits almost fall out.
You were curious to find out who specifically requested you, and when you walked into the private room, you saw Ghost. You were smiling; you knew you could trust him, and you would lie if you said you didn't develop a crush on him the last few weeks when he slowly became your regular.
"Ghost"
"Bunny"
"So, um, do you want me to dance?"
"I want you to be comfortable, but yes, I would love watching you dance."
So you began to dance awkwardly at first, but then you enjoyed it, dancing around provocatively, shaking your ass a bit in his reaction, and he enjoyed it. The half-hour stopped, and you were a bit sad.
"It was fun, Ghost."
"It was Bunny."
You thought it would be the last time you did this, but when your bodyguard told you Ghost requested you for the rest of the week, every day your vagina made this weird butterfly-clenching thing. You would dance for him every day.
So you began to dance with him every day, even being bolder and giving him a lap dance. You touched his strong abs while circling your hips around him. You were afraid that the fabric wasn't thick enough to hide your throbbing cunt.
"Love, please don't move," he whimpered.
You looked at him in confusion and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"
"Bunny, no, just don't move."
You felt his massive erection under you, and you grinded against him again. "Do you mean because of this?"
"Stop it. I don't want to use your poverty for my gain."
"Did you call me a prostitute?" You asked him, feeling completely furious, and you would have fucked him even despite the money.
"No Bunny I'm just saying you're too good for me, okay? Im a dirty man; men like me aren't made for little sweet girls like you," he said before leaving you in utter confusion, horny, and alone.
You didn't think he would return the next day, but he did, and you refused his cash this time before going to the private suite with him.
"Why do you refuse my money? You need it, and I have enough of it."
"I don't want you to see me as a prostitute."
"I could never see you as less than an angel."
This time you didn't strip for him; you just sat on his lap and talked. He told you that he works as a police officer, even though you thought this was a lie, and you told him all about your native country, how you moved here, and how you loved it.
"All I'm saying is I don't think sex is good enough to pay for it," you claimed while laughing. The erection pressing against your thighs was something you already got used to.
"Then you were with the wrong men before Bunny; sex is great."
"It's okay"
He laughed, "You never had an orgasm before ?" his fingers trailed down on the thin fabric of your pants.
You blushed immediately and shook your head, grinding against his fingers for the smallest friction.
"That explains why you are so desperate, Bunny," he chuckled and left.
The next day, one day before your day off, you went to work again, instinctively walking to the private room where he already sat, this time shirtless. He was the picture of a perfect man with strong abs, and a blonde happy trail down to his thick erection that was only covered by his briefs.
"Sit down and give me a lapdance, please, Bunny."
You sat down on him, but this time he grinded against you, not you against him. You would love that sudden change, but you were a bit mad that he left you yesterday after calling you desperate.
"Tell me you want me, and I'm all yours."
"I don't want you," you lied to him.
"I think you want this, bunny. Don't lie to yourself." He leans in close, his hot breath tickling your ear. "I can see it in your eyes. You want me to fuck you hard and make you scream."
"No"
"Yes, you do," he insists, pulling down your costume to expose your bare ass. His hand traces the crack in your ass before dipping between your cheeks, pressing against your entrance. "Admit it, bunny. You want me inside you."
"No, I don't want you," but your body betrayed your stubborn act. You were soaking wet and a moaning mess for him. He was so hot and big, and all you wanted was to let him take care of you. Let him show you what a real man is.
"Lie to me again, and I'll make sure you regret it." His fingers begin to probe, seeking entry into your tight little hole. "Tell me, bunny. Have you ever been taken like this before? Fucked raw by a real man." He laughed at you, his voice sounding mean and dominant to his usual nice behavior. Maybe he had a stressful day, but did you care about what made you so lucky today?
"Good," he growls, finally pushing past your resistance and forcing his middle finger inside you. "Because I'm going to make sure you scream for me." His other hand moves up to grope one of your breasts through the costume, pinching the nipple hard.
"Oh fuck, Ghost."
"That's it, bunny. Let me hear you," he demands, adding a second finger to stretch you wider. His thumb rubs over your hardened nipple as his fingers thrust deeper, searching for that sweet spot inside you. "You like that?"
"No," you moaned.
"Lie to me again, and I'll gag you," he warns, pulling his fingers free with a wet pop. "Now tell me the truth." He grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Do you want my cock inside you?"
You were thinking of lying again only so that he could gag you, but you needed him right now more than you needed anything in your life before. "Yes"
"Good girl," he praises, lowering his mouth to capture one of your nipples in a hot, sucking kiss. His other hand slides down between your legs, rubbing against your pleading clit.
"You've never felt anything like this, bunny?" He purrs against your skin, "You just want me to shove my cock inside you and claim you as mine, don't you?" He already knew the answer, and he was determined to give you your real first orgasm.
"I never felt like this before, Ghost."
"That's right," he agrees, standing up and pushing your legs apart. His hot breath is fanning across your wet folds as he stares down at his prize. "You're going to feel even better when I'm buried balls deep inside you."
Your pussy clenched and throbbed, and now he saw the evidence of your lust.
"You see, bunny," he says with a chuckle, "your body knows what it wants." His thick cock is at your entrance now, slowly pushing inside. The head teased the tight ring of muscles before finally breaking through with a small groan from both of them.
"Oh god, it's too big." It was bigger than the dildo that you had at home, but you liked the burn and to be filled.
"That's because you've never had a real man inside you before," he growls, starting to thrust deeper. Each movement hits your sweet spot and makes your insides clench around him. "You like that, don't you? Feeling my cock stretching you out?"
"Ghost, im going to cum," you whined as he started to stroke your hard nub while he fucked you restlessly.
"Good," he says, picking up the pace. His hips slam against yours as he takes you hard and fast. The chair creaked under their combined weight. "You're mine now, bunny," he pants out between moans. "Say it."
"Im yours, Ghost," you moaned. He continued the abuse on your pleading clit, leaving soft hits on it before starting to circle it again how you liked it. He read you like a novel that needs to be analyzed. He tried to interpret every movement of yours and intesed his flicks against your clit until you finally came, screaming and crying. Your head fell against his neck, and you bit it like a feral animal. Fuck you thought what has gotten into you.
"There's my good girl," he murmurs, he leaned down to kiss you roughly. His free hand squeezes one of your breasts as his cock continues to pound into you. "This is how a real man fucks." Simon picks up the pace even more, grinding against you as his hips smack against your perfect ass.
The head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, again and again, sending waves of pleasure through your body. "Fuck,"
"Ghost, please." You started to whimper, being completely cock drunk.
"Please, what, bunny?" he asks between moans. His thrusts become even more erratic as he loses control. "Do you want me to cum inside you?" he asked while his eyes turned darker at the thought of claiming you as his, his little innocent bunny.
"Yes"
"Yes, bunny?" he asks teasingly. His free hand left your breast to snake down between your legs, teasing at your clit. His cock is throbbing inside you as he takes you harder than ever before.
"Yes, yes, please." You started to beg, and you felt a bit pathetic.
"Yes, what, bunny?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Cum inside of me, Ghost."
"You want me to cum inside you, bunny?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. His thrusts become even more erratic as he nears his climax. "Tell me how much you want it."
"So much, Ghost," you whined.
"Tell me you're mine," he demands, his voice laced with need. His cock is throbbing inside you as he reaches his peak, filling you with his hot cum. "Say it, bunny."
You were in orgasmic bliss, clenching around him as he erupted inside of your willing womb. You took everything of his big cock and cum so eagerly, almost greedy, afraid someone would steal it from you. I'm yours."
"Tomorrow at 8 p.m., I will pick you up; we are getting dinner."
You looked at him confused, and he only chuckled, "Did you think I fucked my perfect girl and let you leave then? No, we are going out; well, only if you want to go on a date with this old perverted dog."
"It depends on whether you are ugly behind the mask."
"Quite the opposite, love."
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financial aid needed desperately!!!
hello, i hate that my life has come to this! let me explain my situation: ive been unsuccessfully trying to establish a life in las vegas for 7 months now, and it hasnt been working out. ive had to move into three different houses while ive been out here due to the fact i cannot keep a job long enough to pay my rent at a stable rate. every job ive gotten out here in vegas has typically resulted in poor management, poor scheduling, and quiet firings— they simply stopped scheduling me. i panicked and applied for new jobs immediately, but with the way this world works, they always take their sweet time getting back to you.
ive been trying desperately to hold onto a job for more than two months, but it seems some insane thing out of my control has to happen and throws a wrench in it. my first living situation was with an irresponsible, messy, rude landlord that i had to share a small apartment with. my second living situation was renting a room with four other people in one house, and one of my roommates suddenly got violent one day and screamed at me threatening to hurt me because there was a grain of rice left on the stove, so i had to move quickly. my third and current (soon to be former) situation i was rushed into, moving into an empty room in my landlords house. the rent was too much for me to handle and i cannot pay rent for this month, and im being threatened with eviction. ive been in california for the past week because i managed to get some on-call work out here, but now im essentially stuck here with no clue on what to do next.
i dont know whats wrong with me! ive been able to hold jobs for a whole year, but las vegas has been an utterly miserable, dehumanizing experience. i cant take it anymore. i need ANY sort of help, ANY amount of money to prevent me from going homeless by the end of this month. i dont mean to break out any “buzzwords” here but i am a transgender undiagnosed autistic and morbidly depressed 23 year old who desperately needs some sort of financial and home stability so i have a decent enouh mental health to keep a job. im deathly afraid of becoming homeless, living in my car. there’s not a single person in my life who’s willing to take me in, even if they have empty guest rooms. ive officially become THE black sheep of my family for my constant fuck-ups. they dont want anything to do with me.
for financial aid, here are my venmo and paypal. all donations go straight to my savings account for the sake of rent.
i currently only have 440 in my account (still 200+ short of my rent, and even then, my landlord wants me out and will not talk to me about it further, so i need to find somewhere else to stay.)
venmo
paypal
if you’re in the las vegas area, PLEASE, please reach out to me ([email protected]) and let me know if you know anyone or anywhere that has rooms for rent, preferably with the maximum being $500-600 a month, i cant go any higher.
that is all for now and thank you so much even for just reading this. i will make sure to reblog with any updates.
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Satan thirsts, huh? 👀 (Reader is afab)
You're out shopping with Satan, spending some alone time together. It's almost Halloween so the two of you are looking for costumes. You pick up one of those super revealing sexy cat outfits and joke about getting it. But when his face turns red and he makes a snark comment before turning away, you just have to get it.
On the night of the Halloween party you enter the Demon Lord's castle. You're cute little ears and tail match your black bodysuit. And of course a matching collar with a little jingly bell.
Satan is so so afraid to get close to you. He can't have everyone in the room see how red he gets just looking at you, or how his pants strain under his costume.
You walk off to use the bathroom, and as you exit Satan is there waiting for you. He pulls you into a room and locks his lips onto yours. The man is too desperate to speak.
He helps you out of your cute little outfit, but tells you to keep the accessories on. He'll have you bent over a table as he fucks his cock into you, every thrust makes your collar jingle.
He calls you a good kitten as he comes in you, but he needs more and more. He'll cover you in bruises and hickies as he gets rougher.
He definitely tells you to keep the collar, and to wear it next time you two hang out~
How did you manage to hit every mark with this im— this is delicious.
Satan x afab!reader
“What about this?” You turn to face your shopping partner, holding a scarecrow costume. Not really your first choice but the options are slim with Halloween— and Diavolo’s birthday bash— just five days away.
“Surely you can find something better than that.” Satan stifles a laugh, aware of your frustration.
“Okay well my other option is to dress as a clown!” You huff, tossing the costume back on the rack.
“A clown? Don’t waste your money on that, you can just borrow Mammon’s clothes and get the same effect.” Satan scoffs.
You roll your eyes and rummage through the left over costumes one more time. Kicking yourself for waiting so long to find a costume but to be honest you forgot until Asmo had begged to see what you’d be wearing. You’re about to give up when you spot something from the corner of your eye, grabbing the hanger you immediately know what it is and gasp.
“Look!” You turn back to Satan with a goofy grin on your face. “I can be a sexy little kitty cat!”
You expected him to laugh or tell you to go with the clown outfit, you did not expect him to turn bright red and stiffen up. Satan freezes in his spot, his eyes flicker from your face, down to the costume and then back up. His mouth goes dry and his voice catches in his throat, the succubi wearing the costume in the picture gives him a decent idea of what it would look like on you and that’s enough to rile him up.
“I-if that’s what you want…” he finally manages. You were half joking when you showed him the costume but now? There’s no way you were leaving here without it.
The night of the party you take your time getting ready, a little too much time actually and end up arriving after all the brothers. Asmo is the first to find you and squeals in delight, commenting on how absolutely sexy you look in that body suit, and proceeding to show you off to everyone.
Satan spots you from across the ballroom, his face heating up immediately from seeing you in such a revealing outfit, the way the latex hugs every inch of you, the fishnet tights that cover your legs, the collar with the bell that jingles when you laugh, the chest window that shows off a good amount of your breasts, the tail that (thanks to the magic embedded in the costume) moves on its own, the little ears on your head. He’s rock hard instantly and trying his best to avoid conversation with anyone in fear they may notice, you look so much hotter than the succubi in the photo did.
The party is in full swing, you’ve spent most of the time mingling with the brothers and other exchange students, overly proud of how weak you seem to have made them all. Asmo of course is all over you, Mammon and Levi stutter through even the smallest conversations, Beel has that look in his eyes that you’re more than familiar with, Belphie has no shame and has tried to cop a feel of your ass four times now, Solomon also has no shame and has been staring at your chest through the mesh window for the last two hours, Lucifer hovers over you a little more than usual, Diavolo has been much more chatty than normal but the tent in his pants gives you an idea why, Simeon and Barbatos are the most respectful but have a pretty pink blush across their cheeks when they talk to you.
Even with all the attention you’re still upset, you bought this costume specifically to tease Satan and yet he was no where to be found! You ask Asmo to watch your drink so you can head to the restroom, you always forget the hallways are a maze in this place, totally forgetting where the nearest bathroom is you decide to head to the only one you can remember. The hallway is much darker than the ones near the party, you can still hear the music pulsating through the walls of the bathroom but enjoy the privacy otherwise.
You exit the bathroom to head back to the party, passing by an empty room you feel a hand lightly caress your back, you whip around ready to fight the asshole touching you but freeze when you see the guilty party. In front of you stands the Avatar of Wrath but currently with the confidence of the Avatar of Envy, even in the dimly lit hallway you can tell his face is flushed, he tries to speak but only a soft whimper comes out, you can see his hand that touched you is visibly shaking.
“What are you doing back here? And where have you been all night!” Relieved to know it’s just Satan but annoyed at the same time. His eyes scan over you and his mouth opens only to close again, you wait for a response but instead he just looks away bashfully.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tong—” Cut off by a gruff kiss, his lips colliding with yours. You stumble back slightly from the force, Satan’s hands come up to cup your face, another soft whimper pressed against your lips. It’s obvious what his problem is when you feel his cock press against your thigh, you hum in satisfaction; this is exactly what you had planned on. Your hand slips down to cup his bulge, to your delight Satan whines against you and bucks into your hand.
“Want you…” He practically begs as he continues to kiss your soft lips. “Want you bad…haaa” he bucks forward again trying to gain friction. You squeeze slightly and watch him shiver, you’ve never seen him this needy before and you’re not about to waste it. You let him lead you into the empty room behind you, mouth still locked on yours stealing hungry kisses as he unzips your bodysuit, you pull the suit down around your ankles and start to remove your tights but a hand grabs your wrist.
“Leave them on…” Satan chokes out. His free hand runs across your stomach and up to your chest, he lets go of your wrist and runs his fingers over the fishnet on your thighs. “Ears and collar too.” His voice is soft but you can sense the embarrassment in his tone. You think it’s adorable how turned on he is, you let out a soft giggle and kiss at his jawline.
In one swift motion Satan flips you over, pressing your body on the table below you, ass lined up perfectly with his hips. He grabs your hips and grinds against your ass, choked whimpers leaving him along with short gasps, you grind back against him and he lets out a deep growl. You hear his belt come undone, his pants drop to the ground, his bare chest presses against your back and his rock hard cock rubs against your inner thigh as he slowly ruts against you. You feel one of his hands reach down between your legs, the sound of your tights ripping echos in the dark room as he makes a decent sized hole over your pussy.
Satan grabs your hands and places them near your head, interlocking your fingers with his, he kisses your neck as his cock grazes against your wet folds. “You look so pretty like this.” He whispers before lining his cock up with your entrance, you feel his tip push in and let out a satisfied moan; that’s your mistake.
Hearing you moan for his cock sends Satan into a fury. His hips snap forward filling you instantly, his typical soft foreplay long forgotten as he starts fucking into you like an animal. The sound of the table below you creaking and scraping against the marble floor is drowned out by your moans and Satan’s words of praise, the sound of skin slapping together starts to echo off the walls and you know that if anyone walks past that door they’ll hear you screaming Satan’s name as his balls slap against your clit.
“So pretty…look so beautiful…p-perfect little kitten” Satan mewls as he fucks into you harder, the bell on your collar jingling even louder with each harsh thrust. You can barely form words at this point “yes, fuck yes!” and “Right there, oh yeah right there fuck, Satan!” are about all you can manage to get out between moans; although you did say something that sent Satan into overdrive.
“Just for you— aaahhhh…this pussy is just for you!”
“Damn right kitten!” Satan latches onto your neck and buries himself further into you. He manages to graze your sweet spot just the right way and sends you over the edge, you clench around his cock as you cum and he follows your lead, he chants your name over and over as he pumps you full of cum. You have a brief moment to catch your breath before he starts rutting into you again, the two of you fucking like animals for another two rounds, each one even louder and raunchier than the last.
The two of you finally get dressed and decide to rejoin the party before someone comes looking for you. Satan tells you to go ahead and he’ll join later so it won’t look too suspicious, he didn’t take into account all the hickeys on your neck along with the bruises that were starting to form on your ass. You find Asmo and try to act nonchalant about your half hour bathroom trip, but of course you can’t fool the Avatar of fucking Lust and of course he has a smart ass comment to make.
“I see you ran into the local pussy lover while you were gone~” He teases, while handing your drink back. Asmo gives you a wink as he adjusts your collar so it covers up a massive hickey on your throat. You groan and roll your eyes, you can feel the heat in your cheeks but smirk as you remember the scratches you left all over Satan’s back and chest.
“Yeah, well, he learned pretty quick that this kitty has claws.”
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i saw your asks were open so i saw an opportunity to ask for some advice. please let me know if this question does not fit the type of questions you expect. i would love to be able to wear a mask in public to stop the spread of covid and to protect myself, but im afraid to ask my mom (im 15) if i can because she does not care much about my health or the health of others. im afraid of getting other people's blood on my hands, and im afraid of getting covid because im an asthmatic and my mom stopped paying for my insurance (thankfully im getting it back in a couple of days now thanks to my grandma. if you decide to answer this ask, thank you in advance. sorry if this seems like a lot to tell a tumblr blog.
I think you need to talk to someone else in your life about buying you masks or helping you take other precautions like air filtration, high rated filters for your home AC et al. maybe your grandma would be a good place to start. You should check out maskbloc.org too and see if there's an active group near you. They may have the resources to get you free masks.
In our fucked up society, we stress kids out like we do adults and then give them none of the relative freedom of choice able-bodied adults get with enough money. It's unfair and unkind and sensless and there's no easy way around it.
Also take some comfort in the fact that being tied to the decisions of your primary caretaker is not your fault. Parents are stupid. People are stupid. They don't think and they only want to be comfortable no matter what just in general. Admitting that they don't care about an ongoing plague is a fragile and misguided attempt to reach comfort, and that's part of why it's so hard to change their minds.
Tie that to the libertarian bs of not wanting to do things that help others on principle bestowed by capitalism, and you find yourself trapped in a bad situation as a minor. You don't have blood on your hands. If anyone does, it's our government and leaders who have mislead people like your mom into believing that sickness is health and harm is freedom.
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I have a request on mencken: what do you think of reader being his questionably young wife? (This is probably going to end in pwp but i dont mind lol) he likes to show her off and buy her expensive things from the money he pocketed 😂 she's practically his sugar baby but she has a side hustle of being the first lady too
your mind... im obsessed this is such a good dynamic
nsfw | jeryd mencken x f!reader (succession)
The sugar baby comments don’t really get to you anymore. They’re pretty accurate, truth be told. But people don’t need to know that.
Your relationship with Jeryd Mencken began in your late 20’s, back when you still had a bad dye job, student loans, and a shitty studio apartment. You were employed at a jewelry store, barely making minimum wage, working 9 hour shifts every day just to pay your rent. The first time he came into the store, you treated him like any other customer. Any other incredibly attractive, extremely charismatic, and undoubtedly rich customer. But all the same, when he made his purchase and you parted ways, you never expected to see him again. Until he came back to the store a second time. And a third time. And a fourth, fifth, and sixth time. When he finally asked you on a date his image had already been clouding your sexual fantasies for weeks.
And so started your incredibly complicated romance. Jeryd expected you to be submissive and compliant when you first started going out, basing his speculations on how you’d acted at your job. Let’s just say he was more than surprised when you talked back to him, not afraid to be a brat in public to get what you wanted. This revelation was more of a thrill than a shock. Not only did he get to fuck you so hard the neighbors complained on the noise, he also got to punish you when you acted out. And you acted out a lot. But more than the sex was the attention the pair of you got in public. He’d bring you to his business events, dressing you in expensive silks, showing you off to his colleagues. He loved how amazed his peers got when he arrived with a pretty little doll on his arm, how the women would envy you and the men would crave to be him.
The gifts started as a reward of sorts. Everytime you accompanied Jeryd to one of these work benefits, everytime you made him look good in public, everytime you were especially well behaved in the open, a present would arrive at your door. Wrapped in gold wrapping paper, with a handwritten note on the top expressing his appreciation, and usually sporting a designer logo of some sort. It began as just a few times a month, but you reacted so happily each time you opened one that he started delivering them almost daily. Oh and he loved when you wore his presents out in public. Most outings with you wearing his gifts would end with him pulling you into a bathroom, car, or empty room, making you thank him for the present while he bent you over and fucked some gratitude into you. He started paying your rent when he convinced you to quit your job, saying that you're too pretty to have to work so hard. And when he sees your apartment for the first time, he immediately insists on finding you a new space. When you can’t find anything you like enough, Jeryd just moves you in with him.
When you finally get married, it’s more a formality than anything else. Your love goes beyond metal bands and a piece of paper. The 5 carat diamond ring does help, though. The wedding happens when Jeryd’s career starts really taking off, when his name starts to seriously come up in political discussions. You both knew he needed a loyal wife to further his traditionalist image, and you were more than capable to play the part. So what if your age gap was controversial, you would make sure every other aspect of your public personas was absolutely perfect. And you did! You wore the business casual skirt suits and attended the charity events. Shit, you even learned about government systems to understand his campaign better. But you can’t tame the perversion away, not completely, not forever. So when Jeryd finally wins the presidency and your lives become semi-private again, it’s a massive relief.
It’s only his first week in the White House when you can’t hold back anymore, sauntering into the Oval Office and kneeling underneath his desk as he works.
“You missed me this much? Had to come in here while I’m working, couldn’t wait a few hours?” Jeryd’s hand is tangled in your air, slacks around his ankles as you sit on your knees in front of him. You kitten lick at his tip, already red and leaking from your touch as you stroke his shaft languidly. “Such a little slut, so desperate for my cock.”
Your only response is a little smile as you press a teasing kiss to his public bone. Then, you swallow his dick to the base in one movement. His hand tightens in your hair, his head falling back as soft sighs of pleasure leave his plump lips. You’ve done this more times than you can count, having his likes memorized to the point of instinct. You know to cup his balls as you suck his cock, to trace your tongue along that one vein on the underside of his shaft, to hum around his length as he’s fully sheathed in your throat. If you wanted to, you could bring him to release in a matter of minutes. But where’s the fun in that?
You release him from your mouth with a pop, taking a few seconds to deviously lick the pre-cum on his tip before addressing your husband.
“You haven’t given me attention in so long…” You lean forwards on your knees, face moving into a pout as you look up at Jeryd with the eyes of a sad puppy. “I’m starting to think you don’t like me anymore.”
He scoffs at that, but takes the bait enough to pull you into his lap, hand coming to your chin to force eye contact. “Don’t be a brat. Just say you want me to fuck you- without making bullshit excuses.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.” He captures your mouth in a kiss.
It's all teeth and tongue, messy and sloppy and charged with passion. Before long he has you bouncing on his cock, face pushed into his shoulder to muffle your moans. You cum once as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then again when he bends you over his desk to fuck you from behind at a brutal pace. You're glad the building is less busy this time of day, since the sounds of wet skin and hushed groans would be unmistakable to anyone passing by. Jeryd finishes inside of you, like always. When he pulls out, he kneels behind you, your ass swaying temptingly side to side in front of him. He spends several minutes collecting any liquid that leaks out of you onto his fingers and fucking it back inside of you, making comments that his cum is too important to waste.
The next morning you wake up to a golden wrapped present on your night stand. Inside, a remote controlled vibrator, and a note with a promise to film next time.
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Some life hacks I've gathered in my ripe old age (33 years old)
If you use Spotify: make a new playlist for every month (you can have near identical playlists with none or just a few songs changing, it's fine!) - Very fun to rediscover old songs and take trips down memory lane. I also put every months playlist into one big playlist at the end of the year for that particular year. It also keeps you from having huge playlists with songs you never get to as you switch out the top 10-20 spots on it. Trust me, this is a game changer.
Make a bookmarks folder where you save things you wanna buy but aren't sure if you REALLY want it or if it's really needed or maybe you dont got enough money for it atm - I have a bad habit of impulse buying, so when I see something I wanna get I put it in my WTB ("Want to Buy") folder and leave it there for some time. When I get into some money I look in the folder, and if I feel like I no longer want that thing, it gets removed. If I want it over the other needful things in the WTB folder, it gets bought. - In my folder right now I got some real nice whiskey I wanna try but can't afford, some stupid shirts I don't REALLY need because I got a fuckload of shirts I still enjoy wearing, fancy art supplies that I really don't need atm because I'm still shit at arting (but feel like I should get if I still paint after a year or so), some subscriptions to patreons I wanna sub to but won't because lack of stable income, etc etc. (also got some thing for removing earwax in there not sure why.. maybe my ear felt clogged?)
In fact, make MANY bookmark folders! Don't leave shit in 100s of tabs! I keep at most 3-5 tabs open at any time (except when coding, then it can be as many as 20), and I keep them organized and when I'm done with what I'm doing and wanna come back to a page I save them into their specific folder.
4. Don't be afraid to look in a mirror or wipe your ass when you're doing psychadelics! Fear is the mind killer!
5. FUCK TUMBLR STUPID FUCKING POST MAKING I CANT MAKE THE NUMBERED LIST WITH IMAGES NOR EDIT THE NUMBERS AFTER PASTING THE IMAGE!!
Fuck this im not doing anymore of these
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