#And I Never Shut The Fuck Up So I Personally As An Individual Could Keep It Active. Besides Sleeping 10 Hours And Working 10 Hours A Day Obv

[rafeandonlyrafe]

cherry

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, stripper!reader, prostitution, protected blowjob, protected p in v sex

“that hot guy is back again.” sugar says, pulling back the curtain just an inch, pointing into the crowd.

“ugh, he is so fine.” you whine. “we never get hot guys in here.” it’s your number one problem with your new strip club, in a much different area than your last, therefore attracting a far different crowd, mainly, an older one.

“girl, i know. everyone wants to take him into the back.” sugar raises his eyebrows, knowing you share her proclivity for taking clients into the back rooms to get an personal “dance.”

“it’s gonna be a fight for who he picks.” you giggle, quickly closing the curtain when the strip club house mom walks into the backstage area.

“i know i’m going right to him when lapdances start, but so is every other girl.” sugar says, adjusting the bra she’s wearing.

“if he stays, remember he left after the shows last time.” you point out. he stayed for all the girls to do their solo shows, but by the time lapdances and duos and trios came out, he was gone.

“good point, cherry.” sugar nods, using your stripper name, which is always a bit of a shock when its the girls doing it, but you learned quickly here that its a sign of respect to keep your real name out of the workplace at this club, so you quickly adapted to only using stripper names.

“alright girls, music is starting!” the house mom shouts out. you are later on in the set, so you head back to your station and adjust your costume for the night, a cherry red number to fit your name, matching your nail polish and lipstick. 

you wait until its your turn to go on, hearing the music play and waiting for the right beat to walk out, the club letting out a cheer as you strut onto the stage. the routine is an old one that you’ve done a million times, and your body easily works through the motions, running almost on autopilot, giving you time to look into the crowd, gauge the reactions, including the handsome guy everyone wants sitting forward, eyes intense.

you are out of breath and completely naked except for your heels as you walk back behind the curtain, pushing your hair back that got caught in your face.

“girl, shut the fuck up! hottie was totally into you!” lola says, her voice sounding excited, despite a couple of the other girls giving you a jealous look.

you pull your next lingerie set, the one you liked for lap dances as you shrug. you noticed that he was paying very close attention to your dancing, but you didn’t know that he wasn’t giving everyone else the exact same heated look.

“i think its only fair we let cherry at him first.” sugar suggests, and there’s a smattering of agreement from the other girls, which is enough to set it as a rule, you get to approach the attractive man before anyone else could take their shot.

it makes you excited for the individual sets to end as you make sure to touch up your lipstick and blot any sweat and oils from your forehead. you saunter out as soon as you are allowed, the last stripper still making her way off the stage.

your eyes immediately set sight on your target. “hello there, handsome.” you purr, watching as the handsome mans eyes slowly drag up your body. “can i interest you in a dance?” he smiles, a closed mouth smirk that conveys powerful confidence. he doesn’t even use his words, simply pulls a bill out of his pocket. you smile with all your teeth back at him, knowing they’re framed by your bright red lips as you tug at the waistband of your lacy panties, letting him slip the folded bill against your skin, fingers briefly brushing against your hip.

you turn around as the man sits back in his chair. you place your hands on either side of the arm, giving yourself some support as you lower your ass over his crotch, hovering and moving side to side, teasing before you finally press down, letting your ass roll over his crotch and thighs.

“you like that?” you ask with a smirk, but the man know he doesn’t need to answer, not when you can certainly feel his excitement growing in his pants.

you continue your lap dance for longer than usual, even parting your thighs slightly to give yourself some pleasure as well, hoping its not too noticeable for anyone watching, and you’re sure some of the other girls are staring in anger as they have to give lap dance to old drunk men.

you rise up before turning back to the man. “would you like another dance? a private one in the back?”

he nods, standing up to follow you as you lead him into the back hallway with various doors, cracked if they’re empty, and locked shut to indicate someone else had already been taken back. officially, your club is a stripclub, but its an unspoken rule that lapdance time also meant that dancer could take clients back for anything they wanted to do in private, and that money would stay solely with the dancers, not needing to give the bouncers or bartenders a percentage. 

“whats your name, handsome?” you ask, gesturing him into one of the empty rooms, the lights already low, red velvet couches pushed up on either side of the wall with a small table in the center. the room is small, but plenty of space for just the two of you.

“rafe.” he answers with a smirk, hand coming to your waist, touching the bare skin there. “and money is no object so whatever we do, don’t worry, i can afford it.” he pulls a bill out his pocket to prove it, tucking it again into your panties.

“hot and rich, i like that.” you hum.

“is there anything thats not allowed?” rafe asks, fingers rubbing over your sides, clearly excited to get started.

“wear a condom. no hitting or leaving any sort of marks on my body. any hard kinks, you need to tell me beforehand.” you explain quickly, having gone over the spiel with other customers before.

“just wanna fuck you.” rafe smirks, his voice deep and alluring, making you for once feel yourself getting excited about sleeping with one of the clients.

“why don’t you sit down then?” you gesture to the couch. rafe sits down with the same smirk on his face, his arms resting on the back of the couch as you begin to dance, able to hear the music from the main lounge of the club, using it as your tempo as you move your body, slowly taking off your lingerie under rafes watchful eye.

you get yourself completely naked, all while rafe watches you with that same look on his face, clearly growing in his pants, his cock pushing against the zipper.

you kneel down between his legs, tossing your hair to the side while you rub over his cock before undoing the button teasingly slow, followed by his zipper. “so big.” you coo. it’s usually what you say to make your average sized customers feel better, but for once you mean it with rafe.

“gonna suck me, cherry?” rafe asks, your eyebrows raising slightly when you realize that he remembered your name from when it was announced on stage before your set. “get that pretty red lipstick all over my cock?”

you tug his pants down in response, taking his underwear down with it as you watch his cock spring free, already hard and pulsing with need.

“gotta put a condom on for oral too.” you remember suddenly, having gotten so excited you almost started sucking him without it.

“aw, come on, i promise i’m clean.” rafe says, his voice so sickly sweet you hesitate, but remember the horror stories of other strippers getting stds from breaking rules.

“sorry handsome.” you shake your head, grabbing a condom out of the bowl on the table before sliding it over his cock. you make up for the condom quickly by sinking your lips over his dick, the red lipstick transfering onto the condom instead as you suck.

“oh, thats good.” rafe moans, leaning back against the couch as you bob your head, his hands moving to your hair.

you work your tongue against his cock as you suck, pulling out all the skills that you’ve learned in your years of working in clubs. you resist the urge to smirk as rafe moans loudly, not afraid to have his noises of pleasure heard.

you nuzzle yourself against rafes abs as his cock slides down your throat, swallowing repeatedly to not gag as you deepthroat him. you go to pull off when rafe pushes you back down, his hips lifting to keep your lips pressed against his pelvis.

you flutter your eyes closed and breathe for your nose as rafe pumps forward, lifting his hips off the couch to fuck his cock down your throat. you hum, creating vibrations around his dick while rafe grips your hair, tugging you down to meet his thrusts.

you are about to tap out, needing to take a real breath when rafes cock throbs in your mouth and pulls you off, your scalp burning slightly from rafe using your hair to tug at you.

“god, you’re good, i was about to cum.” rafe groans, relaxing back into the couch as you’re still kneeled below him, wiping away the spit that has fallen down onto your chin.

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, standing up over rafe.

“hands and kneels, cherry.” rafe stands, shucking his pants off of where they are pooled around his ankles.

you climb onto the couch, arching your back to present your ass to rafe. he rubs his hands over your bum before rubbing his fingers through your folds, surprised to find how wet you already are.

“you're actually turned on, huh?” rafe smirks, taking his cock and rubbing it through your folds. 

“yeah.” you whine, trying to push your hips backwards, to get him inside of you.

“damn cherry, you're acting like you're the one paying me here.” rafe laughs, and you know you should be more professional, and maybe you would have if rafe would have asked you to ride him, but being bent over the couch, waiting for his big cock to enter you has you actually turned on for the first time when with a client.

“come on.” you moan, arching your back to present your cunt to rafe, which finally has him satisfying your wishes, sliding forward as his cock stretches you open.

“fuck.” rafe groans, instantly snapping his hips forward, slick sounds echoing around the empty room as he moves.

you finally remember that you’re the stripper here and begin to push your hips back onto him, meeting every one of his thrusts. as soon as you start to move, rafe grabs onto your hips to help out, slamming your bodies together.

“such a pretty pussy, cherry.” rafe says, hands squeezing your hips, just gentle enough to not leave bruises.

“such a big cock.” you compliment right back. “feels so good in me.”

“yeah, you like this big dick, huh?” rafe smirks, moaning when your cunt clenches down on him. you’re determined to make him cum quickly, despite not wanting it to be over any time soon, you also want to impress rafe and show off your skills.

you spread your legs a little more and press yourself forward so you can sink down onto your elbows, giving rafe a whole new angle, which you can tell he likes from the groan that escapes his lips.

“so good for me, gonna have to come back here and fuck you more often.” rafe says, hips grinding into your ass.

“yeah, yes, please.” you whine out, reaching between your legs with one hand to rub at your clit, knowing you shouldn’t worry about yourself and just focus on rafes pleasure, but your clit is pulsing and begging to be touched as you massage it.

“such a dirty whore.” rafe says, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

rafe continues to fuck you hard while you get yourself closer to the edge, surprised how easily your high is building as rafes cock pumps into you.

“you close cherry? can feel you clenching round me.” rafe asks, sliding his hands to your ass, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them open, using the grip on your bum to continue to pull your hips back onto his cock.

“yeah, real close.” you moan, making sure to exaggerate your noises, hoping it would spur rafe along, and it does as he starts to moan incessantly, panting out a mix of curse words and your stage name.

“gonna cum.” he manages to warn seconds before he releases inside of the condom, grinding his hips into you as it triggers your own orgasm, fingers rubbing speedily as you cum, slumping into the couch as shivers rack your body.

rafe keeps himself lodged inside of you until your highs are thoroughly rode out. he pulls out with a groan, not able to help himself as he brings a hand to smack your ass, not hard enough to leave a print despite your no hitting rule, but you let it slide, especially as your wetness drips onto the couch.

“did i wear you out cherry?” rafe smirks, taking the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan before getting his clothes back on.

“fuck yeah you did.” there’s no use denying it, rafe can tell by the way you’re still breathing heavily.

“can you hand me a towel.” you point towards a small rack by the door that rafe hadn’t noticed before, clean towels stacked neatly on it. rafe grabs one of the washcloths, stepping over to you as you manage to turn yourself to sit upright on the couch.

“let me, yeah?” he kneels down, one hand gently rubbing at your thighs while he wipes your fluids away from your cunt, cleaning you off with surprising gentleness.

“thanks.” you mumble as rafe tosses the cloth into the trash as you redress in what little clothing you were wearing.

“how much?” rafe asks, pulling out his wallet as you collect the money that fell out of your waistband when you stripped for him.

you rattle off the number as rafe opens his wallet, pulling out more than enough to give you a generous tip, but he’s clearly not hurting for cash.

“do you go on again tonight?” rafe asks as you tuck the money into the cup of your bra.

“yeah, i’ve got one more number.” you nod as you head towards the door, opening it for rafe.

“i’ll stay just for you then, cherry.” rafe says, walking out the door past you with that signature smirk.

you feel your cheeks blush slightly as you watch him saunter down the hallway and then take his same seat as you rush backstage.

“tell me everything!” sugar shouts.

“oh my god,” you flop down on one of the couched, muscles still tired. “he is BIG.”

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[chuuyascumsock]

Well This Is Just Slut-tastic || Minors DNI

Summary: Hey guys, here’s the sexless virgin back again to write about something they have no clue about but acts like she does.

Tags: Female! Chuuya Nakahara/Reader, Afab reader, LESBIANS LESBIANS LESBIANS, Gay As Hell Sex, I’ve Never Had Sex, Help What Is Sex, Power Imbalance (You’re Her Subordinate), Petnames (Baby, Doll, Princess, Pretty Girl, etc.), Thigh Riding, Cunnilingus (momentarily tbh), Sucking Titties Because I Love Titties IRL, Uhhhh And A Side Of Scissoring, Classic Lesbian W.

Chuuya wasn’t used to being invited to out-of-work events by her co-workers. She couldn’t count how many times she’s seen the same uncomfortable look that’s crossed people’s faces when she walked by or even happened to be in their presence. Like they were scared of her. Being one of the executives came with its title which skewed every individual’s image every time it was brought to light about how much power she held. And it got lonely.

Until you showed up.

“Do you wanna come over for a girl’s night and sleepover at my place?”

At first, Chuuya had thought of you to be obnoxious with your kind compliments and gentle eyes– thinking of it to be a complete facade– much like how Dazai wears a mask to keep others from getting too close. But as you were placed under her as her subordinate by Mori, she came to see that there were no hidden motives or facade. You were the most genuine person she had ever come across. She’d be lying if your compliments didn’t stick with her and leave her blushing with her heart pounding in her chest. Especially when you told her how pretty you thought she looked.

“We can watch The Girl and Her Dog,” You add, watching the taken aback look on Chuuya’s face diminish into a spark of excitement in her eyes.

“Really?”

You nod, jutting your bottom lip out slightly, “So can you? Pleeease, Chuuya?”

Chuuya always wondered how you managed to get away with calling her by her first name so casually like you had known each other for years. It’s not like she did much about it anyways— a small part of her enjoyed the way her name rolled off your tongue. It felt… Intimate. Something she didn’t experience much with any of her other co-workers.

“Fine,” She sighs in defeat. Though it seems unprofessional to do things like this with her subordinate— what’s the harm?

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Fuck, did you have to keep it so cold in your apartment?

From the moment Chuuya stepped into your home, she’s been shivering nonstop. When asked about why it was so cold, you just tilted your head with an innocent smile, “Is it? I haven’t noticed.” How could you not feel it? Being in a tight tank top and skimpy shorts— you must’ve been lying.

If it wasn’t for Chuuya’s thick long-sleeved shirt, it was safe to say that her hard nippes would’ve made an appearance through a thinner fabric, just like your siff peaks through the tank top her eyes linger on. But she keeps her mouth shut, refusing to complain or comment about the temperature any longer after you’ve been so kind to her by offering a blanket (it didn’t help much).

You're as perceptive as ever though.

You watch her body tremble under the blanket occasionally— her eyes glued to the TV as she attempts to keep her mind off the cold. “If you want, we can cuddle. I don’t have anymore backup blankets,” You giggle.

Chuuya nearly immediately accepts, but then hesitates with a mixed expression on her face, “Isn’t that weird?”

“Why would it be weird? It’s only weird if you make it weird,” You turn your head back to face the TV.

She sits there, contemplating for a good minute before slowly shuffling over next to you until your shoulders pressed against one another. “Just don’t tell anyone about this,” Chuuya huffs, leaning into your surprisingly warm body. It takes everything in her to not react when you shift your body to wrap your arms around one of hers and hug her arm into your plush tits. A vivid blush crosses her face, fortunately barely visible due to the darkness engulfing the room.

“I won’t.”

Chuuya feels your eyes linger on her stiff posture before you relax against her body and rest your head on her shoulder. She’s stopped shivering, but at the cost of thinking about how your cute, perky nipples would feel with her lips wrapped around them.

It doesn’t get any better as the night continues and you tell her that you won’t stand for her sleeping on your uncomfortable couch.

You roll over to face Chuuya in your bed— eyes blurring in the dark for a few moments before you get a clear outline of her face. “Are you alright, Chuuya?” Your voice is soft, as well as your touch, your hand reaching to tuck a piece of her bangs away from her eyes.

Chuuya shivers at how your fingertips ghost over her skin, “I’m fine, why?” The subtle tremble in her voice betrays her reassurance, her thighs shifting under the covers to rub together from your electric touch and the cold.

Your eyes flicker over her face before you near her, your noses a few inches away, “Are you sure? You’re shivering again— we can always cuddle like earlier, I don’t mind.”

Or you could turn the AC down.

Groaning, Chuuya gives in once more to your warmth and sinks into your arms when you pull her close. “Can’t you turn the AC down?” She speaks her mind, only to be shut down quickly.

“Sorry, don’t know where it is, so I can’t change it,” What a lousy excuse and a lie, but Chuuya doesn’t comment or point it out— too distracted by the way her chest presses against yours.

Suddenly, there’s no space between either of you and everything begins to feel all too hot and sensitive.

With such little personal space, it wasn’t much of a surprise that Chuuya’s mind began to wander. Thoughts of what would happen if the distance between your lips closed and she could have her way with you evaded her, only adding to the heat.

“For someone who says she’s cold, you feel very warm right now, Chuuya,” You point out with a small smile, yet don’t make any attempts to move away.

Chuuya shivers when you shift just barely, your breasts sliding against hers as you adjust your position. With your noses now touching, she’s sure that she isn’t just imagining things. “Shut up…” She whispers.

Your eyes bore into her and she feels like she could just melt under your gaze. “You know, I meant what I said every time I said you looked absolutely beautiful and any guy would be lucky to have you,” You murmur softly.

Chuuya feels her heart skip a beat, but at the same time— a small bit of irritation nips at Chuuya when you mention her being with men. Was it not obvious enough that she wasn’t interested in them? “I don’t like men.”

“Oh…” To anyone else, it would’ve sounded like you were surprised, yet Chuuya could tell that it was something else, “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

There’s a small huff from Chuuya, “No, but I am annoyed that you still refuse to make a move even after telling you I don’t have an interest in men.”

“I was just trying to be cordial,” You respond quietly.

“I think we crossed that line hours ago,” She mutters before closing the gap between the both of you to press her lips against yours.

It’s firm and straight to the point, it almost feels like she’s still trying to be professional, even when she’s kissing. And it makes you giggle against her lips.

She pulls away with a quiet growl, “What’re you giggling at?”

“It’s just that your kisses fit you.”

“What’s wrong with the way I kiss?” Her brows furrow.

You move your arms away from around her waist before cupping her cheeks, “Nothing, I just thought it was cute. You don’t have to be so stiff, though.”

“Whatever,” She grumbles before you pull her into another kiss, this time much softer as she relaxes.

Chuuya’s hand falls to grab at your hip, pulling you closer to hook one of your legs over her own hip. You shiver as she rubs her hand along the expansion of your outer thigh, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

When you part your lips, she’s eager to angle her head and deepen the kiss, her tongue invading your mouth as she moves her hand from your thigh to your ass. Her hand squeezes the fat of your ass momentarily, earning a muffled moan against her mouth and your hips jerking into her thigh between your legs.

Chuuya’s lips part from yours and she pants out, her warm breath hovering over your lips, “Have I ever told you that I think you’re fucking hot?” When you shake your head in a small ‘no’, she grips her fingers further into your fat to grind your clothed crotch over her thigh again. “Well you are— n’you make me so fuckin’ wet, baby.” She groans, moving to entangle her tongue with yours again.

The kiss grows sloppy and wet as your lips smack together loudly, a sheen of spit coating both of your lips, her hands not giving away at forcing your hips down against her muscled thigh. You begin to grind down on her thigh, small noises escaping the back of your throat as you feel the pressure rub against your clit through your clothes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” You heave out when pulling away from the messy kiss.

“Yeah? You want me?” She moves her kisses along your jaw and down your throat. She’s given a quick nod from you in return which makes her grin, “I want you too, pretty girl.” Her teeth sink into the skin of your neck softly before she sucks at the spot, leaving a noticeable hickey above the base of your neck.

“Please… Wanna see you,” You plead, tugging at her long sleeved shirt, wanting it off.

Chuuya obliges and fumbles to take it off with how close the two of you are. She tosses her shirt away somewhere in your room and it, revealing her small, pert tits.

“They’re so pretty,” You mumble, hands trailing to run overly flatly against her chest.

“H-Hey, I can’t be the only one taking stuff off,” She shudders at your touch, her own hands coming to tug at your tank top to pull it off. Both topless and bare, you shiver, noticing just how cold your apartment really was, “Told you it was fuckin’ cold.” Her hands grab at your ass to pull you up further, her face now level with your breasts.

Your lips part into a moan when she takes one of your nipples into her mouth, rolling the hard bud between her tongue and teeth. “F-Fuck— yeah— well I was fine with it before cause it got you close to me,” One of your hands come up to thread into her soft locks as she sucks at your nipple. She takes the other nipple between two of her fingers to rub and play with as she hums against your skin.

“So you made it cold just so you could be close with me, hm? God, you just get cuter and cuter, baby,” Her words vibrate against your skin before she pulls away from your nipple with a quiet ‘pop’ and moves to the other one to suck on.

“A-Ah, Chuuya, that hurts,” You whine as she roughly pinches your nipples between her teeth and fingers.

“Yeah, well you don’t get to complain after I froze my ass off f’you instead of going home like I would’ve usually done,” She moves away from your chest to litter your sternum with love bites.

A pout settles over your lips as you tug at her hair, “I wanna have fun with you too, s’not fair that you get to do whatever.”

She puffs her cheeks out slightly, “You’re so impatient, you know that? Bet you’re wet,” She continues to kiss and nip at your skin, a hand reaching down to snap the waistband of your shorts against your hip.

“You’re one to talk— I bet you’re soaking,” You want to reach down to her own shorts, but she has you positioned in a way you can’t reach them, “This isn’t fair.”

“Really? I disagree,” She grins, maneuvering the both of you until you’re lying on your back and she’s hovering over you. Her hands quickly come to tug at the waistband of your shorts and underwear, pulling them off with ease as you lift your hips to help her. “Fuck, spread those legs for me, doll— wanna see that cute pussy of yours.”

It’s embarrassing, but you can’t help but open your legs at her demand to reveal your wet folds glistening with arousal. Her stare burns into your skin, making you squirm under her, “No more— I want to feel you, Chuu.”

Chuuya waves you off as she huffs through her nose, hands holding your thighs apart as she lowers her face down, “After I get a taste— then you can have me all you want, princess. But I need this,” She insists, tongue lolling out to lick a strip up through your puffy folds to collect your taste on her tongue. “You taste so good, y’know that, baby?” She buries her face back between your thighs to press wet kisses against your sopping pussy, uncaring of how messy they were.

Your thighs clamp around her head, fingers threading tightly into her hair as you needily rut your hips against her mouth, “Mm, feels good— but I really want you, Chuu. Please? A-Ah… Wanna feel your pussy on mine.” You whine.

Chuuya groans against you, the vibrations against your clit making you shiver and buck your hips against her before she sits up, “Fine, but next time, you better let me have a proper taste.”

“Promise, okay? But please— just need you s’bad,” You watch her with an impatient stare as she strips herself of her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare for you to see.

“Love how needy you are f’me, baby,” She sighs out as she fits herself between your legs, one of hers straddling over one of your legs to rest by your hip and the other resting near your ass. She grabs the latter leg and holds your leg against her chest for stability and leverage.

You can’t see much from the angle you’re at, but you can feel how wet she is when she lowers her pussy to come flush with you. And it makes you shudder feeling her slick leak from her soft pussy onto yours. “Oh my god…” Your head falls back onto the pillow when she moves her hand hand between the both of you to spread your sticky folds apart for her slippery cunt to slide across yours until her clit bumps yours.

“Fuck, I can feel you throbbing against me,” Chuuya gasps, pressing down against you harder. “Can’t believe you’re getting off on rubbing pussies with your superior, naughty girl,” She growls out, hand tightening around your leg.

You reach a hand out to fondle one of her perky tits as you try your best to rut your hips back against hers in rhythm, “Can’t help it, you’re s’pretty, Chuu.”

Chuuya moans, her chest arching into your hand as she grinds harder against your pussy, the arousal between you both creating a lewd schlicking noise with each time she moves her hips. “I think you’re pretty too, baby. The prettiest— fuck— the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

Your soft groans and moans fall into desperate whimpers as your hand plays with her sensitive nipples and her grinding turns into bucking her hips roughly against yours erratically. “M’gonna come— Chuu, your pussy feels so good.”

“Yeah? Wanna feel you come all over my pussy, pretty,” She hunches over to smash her lips against yours, her hips animalistically rutting along with you— desperate to feel your nubby clit rub against hers again.

Jolts of pleasure shoot down your spine as the new angle of her hips and her tongue violating your mouth sends you over the edge. Your toes curl and thighs quake as your lips tremble against hers in the hazy kiss, your cum leaking from your clenching hole to join the slick between your legs.

Chuuya isn’t far behind as her hips falter and slow to long and tedious movements to ride out her own orgasm. You both pant against each other with open-mouths, pulling away just enough to look at the mess between the both of you.

Both of your pussies glisten with cum, threads of arousal connecting each other before Chuuya pulls away completely. “God, you’re so good,” She whispers as she places a soft kiss to your lips before you both untangle your limbs from one another to lie down and cuddle under the covers.

You bury your face into the crook of her neck, “Do you think I should turn the AC off?”

“Yeah— I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m still really fucking cold.”

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[sainzfilm]

I think we as a collective NEED a fic on that goddam video of that max00 fan getting into a argument while over a dinner!! Something about the reader reacting to the way the guy was talking to him and literally ending him with some remark, and little meow meow Charles looking at you with the most loving eyes for defending him 🥹

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: MY GOD…..that made my blood boil. charles handled it so calmly though, i gotta tip my hat off to him. you’re never gonna see me that calm once someone crosses the line honestly. just made a few tweaks here and there to make the drabble a bit more interesting :)

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“Baby, I’ll just go to the comfort room,” You whisper as you stood up, grabbing your purse and kissing Charles’ temple, “Excuse me.”

Charles nodded as he continued eating, conversing with the other people seated around in the table. It was a peaceful dinner, not as enjoyable since he’d prefer to grab one with you and the other drivers on the grid.

Not until a man from the far end of the table started questioning Charles, “What is your vision?”

“Red Bull is a strong team, especially in the second half of the season. They managed to make upgrades,” Charles shrugged as he held onto his chopsticks, “They’ve got a very good pace in the car, it’s going to be difficult but it’s possible.”

Exiting the comfort room, you frowned as you heard the commotion from a few tables away. At first, you didn’t bother as it was probably some sort of discussion with regards to the technicalities of the sport.

Taking your seat back next to Charles, you placed the table napkin back on your lap and looked in between the two men having a discussion. You didn’t have to catch the entirety to be prepared for what the man was about to drop.

The man scoffed as he raised his palm, “But, how are you going to win against my Max Verstappen?”

Charles just gave a small smile as he continued eating. You scoffed as you took a quick look at him, whispering, “Is he being fucking serious right now? You’re not going to do anything?”

“It’s fine,” Charles softly replied as he patted your thigh with his hand, “I don’t want to add fuel to the fire.”

You frowned as you shook your head and turned to the man, who continuously rambled on about ‘his Max Verstappen’, “Excuse me? Sir?”

“Now, who is this?”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Charles’ girlfriend,” You tried to smile as politely as you could muster, “I don’t know what you’re trying to insinuate over a peaceful dinner, but you’re being completely rude.”

“Rude?” The man laughed as he shook his head, “How am I being rude? For actually asking him how he could win against Max?”

“Exactly. You’re being an ass,” You scoffed as you crossed your arms, “Everyone is trying to have a peaceful dinner and you come around and trying to sour up everyone’s mood – especially my boyfriend’s.”

“What? Charles can’t defend himself against my remarks?”

“No, he can but he chooses not to because you’re pathetic,” You smiled sarcastically, “He can and will win against Max. Charles has the skill and talent, I have faith in him and so do millions of other Tifosi. He isn’t called ‘Il Predestinato’ for nothing.”

Before the man can respond to you, you raised a finger to silence him, “If you can’t say anything nice, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Don’t be all bark and no bite, you can’t even do what Charles does, so just bugger off.”

Charles looked at you, a twinkle in his eyes, as if you were the epitome of all things brave as a person. Any other individual would have noticed how Charles resembled a lovesick puppy, but that didn’t matter.

You stood up and grabbed your purse, turning to Charles and holding your hand out, “Now, please excuse us. I can’t stomach to share a table with some loudmouth bully.”

Looking to the other people seated, Charles mouthed his apologies before grabbing your hand and walking out of the restaurant.

“Quel connard!” You exclaimed as you waited for the valet to drive up the car, “J'ai l'impression que ma tension artérielle est au plafond. Je déteste les hommes comme lui.” What an asshole! I feel like my blood pressure is to the roof, I hate men like him.

Charles chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek, “Mon ange, calm down. I know that you switch to full on French when you’re angry.”

“Okay, I’ll calm down,” You exhaled and held onto his arm, “I’m sorry if you didn’t like the way I acted back in there. I just – I fucking hate how it seemed like he was doubting you.”

“I know that, Y/N,” Charles turned you around, holding your face in his hands, “And I’m grateful for how you defended me. No apologies, okay?”

“I love you,” You mumbled as you hugged him, “I’ll defend you any time of the day.”

“I love you most,” Charles smiled as he rested his chin on the top of your head, “And I’ll do the same for you.”

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paddockgossip it looks like some drama went down at the dinner our beloved couple attended! luckily, we’ve heard that Y/N defended our il predestinato from a heated discussion 😉

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pierregasly didn’t you know? Y/N is the president of the leclerc protection squad 😛

mercupdates i cant 😭 this is a certified liked by pierre gasly moment and just here to defend his best friends

leclercupdates she represents all of us from that video that went viral 😤 girlboss Y/N we LOVE to see it

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[maripr]

Ozcarnation merge musings from my twitter

I wrote these months ago and finally sharing them on tumblr.

Why I differentiate between Ozma and Ozpin, a 🧵

I disagree with the general interpretation of where the merge subplot is actually heading in canon: most people think it will actualize, I think it will be reversed, either stopping the merge for good or reversing it after it comes very briefly into reality.

Oscar's arc, paralleling Ruby (mainly, but other characters share the trait as well) has been about him trying to find his own place and his own story, but the shadow of supposed ego death is always looming on him and terrifying him.

Everytime he takes a step forward, he's reminded again of the expected fate for him, something that some characters actively want (like Ironwood).

Examples:

volume 6, after being treated as a stand-in for Ozpin, currently MIA, Oscar takes his own decision to forgive the team and be prepared for battle alongside them. While reconciling with tem, with his new combat gear, he still can't help but be haunted of "how much time he has left".

Volume 7 places him in a conundrum the entire volume: he's developing as a fighter, growing up as an adolescent and forging stronger relationship with his newfound friends. Jaune clearly comes to see him as a little brother and there's something interesting going on with Ruby that may or may not result in a romantic relationship down the line. The team actually worries about his opinion on stuff as well, and Ruby clearly values him as Oscar Pine. Meanwhile, the very person who's helping in his growth is James Ironwood, who cannot shut up about wishing Ozpin was there everytime they meet, and telling Oscar he will basically cease to exist to his face with a big shiny smile. It's unclear at this point if James knows or not about how terrified Oscar is of the merge, as the boy never voices this fear. I think he just wants not to think of it. So even at the end, where James finally says "fuck it, Oscar or Ozpin, i don't need either" and shoots him, Oscar starts coming onto his power, in a scene that's both powerful and bittersweet, paralleling Penny.

Both of them, for their qualities, were chosen by a magical destiny, one capable of beautiful and powerful magic, that they don't want, never wanted and will struggle with with the next volume. Penny's arc is a direct parallel and commentary to Oscar and the way it ends might comment on Oscar's arc. Not in death but that Penny could finally show everyone she was her own person who could choose for herself.

Coming back to volume 8, Oscar has his worst time yet, finally voices his fear of merging with Oz, and comes back from it scarred but stronger, having helped Ozpin trust himself and others and gaining a new ally in Emerald.

But, see where I'm getting at? This is no resolution.

Oscar has briefly shown his fear but at the end of the volume, much like Ruby has done for several seasons, swallows the literal torture he endured for half of it and the fear of imminent ego death due to reawakened magic, and chooses to focus on the positives.

Boy, if he had fallen into the ever after maybe he would have healed too. Or maybe we would have no plot at all bc Oscar and Ruby would have noticed each other's pain, which would have been nice as well, but sometimes therapy has to be brutal.

And also Oscar can't conclude his arc in the ever after because his own is complimentary to Ruby's but also a contrast to it. Ruby wants to emulate her mother and ideal of what a hero is and must learn that she is enough as she is already. Oscar does NOT want to emulate or be his father figure, whose og incarnation was basically THE ideal hero of fairytales. He wants to be enough but doesn't know who he is yet, since everyone keeps telling him to his face that Oscar Pine isn't enough.

SO anyway. If both Penny (a commentary on Oscar) and Ruby (a direct parallel)'s arcs end with them realizing their own individuality, I 100% believe Oscar's arc will end like this as well.

And when i say end i mean end is just a new beginning.

Before moving to my final argument, let me also briefly comment on how Jaune and Weiss' arcs are similar but different to Oscar and Ruby's. It's interesting because, by main character status, Jaune as the leader of team JNPR, is a lancer and a foil to RWBY and Ruby inside of team RWBY's dynamic, Weiss, as Ruby's partner, is the lancer and foil to Ruby and inside new JNPR/ORNJ, Oscar, as Jaune's new partner, is his lancer and foil.

And both Jaune and Weiss deal with identity but more in a role they want to play as expected to what their family might want, initially, and later as the knights they idealized in fairytales. This is way too long for this post, but again, fascinating. And also Whiteknight slays.

So, my final thesis:

Oscar's arc will end with him affirming his own individuality over the merge.

So why can't Ozpin also do the same?

The god of light's intention in bestowing Ozma with this method of reincarnation was the positive idea of him never being alone.

And this works, more or less, in different lifetimes. Even in the very first, the farmer who we initially assumed was completely eradicated, still voiced his opinion and reminded Ozma of the good path.

In later lives, the spirit and the host lived more comfortably, having estabilished an equal partnership.

But... They still end up as one person? They're literally so like-minded that their enormous guilt complex makes one believe he's responsible for everything the others did?

I feel like this is what the story is trying to say, much like what many characters say of Oscar, and it's framed as a bad thing.

And incorrect. Oscar is always "punished" for what his predecessors did because he will be Ozma eventually.

The voice still going by the name of Ozpin feels responsible for everything that happened since Ozma was brought back to life and literally agrees with his own torturer that yep, he deserves all the punishment and pain for it.

Every incarnation eventually reaches a point where they start to identify with their predecessors in such a way that contradicts what the god of light's intention was (then again, we have been shown time and time again that the god of light is not very good at his job).

Instead of a partnership where each soul helps the other moving forward and never los hope, we have a continuous cycle of guilt and self-abuse accumulating. Oscar is gnawing at it the entire time. Who's to say Ozpin, as the professor, also didn't?

And Oscar is going to break the cycle.

As he does that, I want Ozpin to also realize his own individuality.

This is why I want an happy ending for all the incarnates, not just Ozma. Merged they may be for now, in the physical realm, why should only Ozma move on to a peaceful afterlife? All the people who ended up clogs in the ever ticking clock and had no say in it were all people with their own lives, their own friends and families, their own name. And they deserve peace too.

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[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

Never There part 2

happy easter if you celebrate!

i rewrote this three times before finally word vomitting this piece out. thinking one more part for this one and then it'll be wrapped up

warnings: 18+, swearing, reader throws a punch, some talk of blood, no smut but allusions to "bob fucks" mentality, some arguing

word count: 2k

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It’s been a month since you left Bradley, at least the apartment that you shared once upon a time. You still worked at the Hard Deck while you were waiting for your state veterinary license to come in so you can start to try and find a clinic to work in. 

To make matters worse, nearly every single night the Dagger squad took up residence at the pool tables after they were dismissed for the day from Top Gun. Meaning nearly every single night, you were stuck serving Bradley and his friends, even Bob. Bradley did his best to try and get you back, he would try to make small talk whenever he could between down time but you always did your best to ignore him. The rest of the team would look over at you, almost like they pitied you. 

Bob was the only one who looked at you like you were a real person. He would stay until after close when you worked late, would usually be leaving with you when you had a shift where you were out before midnight. 

You had caught yourself a couple of times, just after the break up. You nearly walked over a few times after your shift but after what had happened, you doubt any of them actually wanted your company. 

It was a rare shift where you were working and Bob wasn’t at the bar, so when you walked out at 2:45 in the morning and a hand wrapped around your bicep you didn’t hesitate to whip around and punch the person who grabbed you. 

“Ouch what the fuck was that for?” a light voice yells at you and you take a better look at them.

“Natasha? Oh my god, why the fuck would you grab me like that?” you shoot back and set your bag down before taking her face in your hands so you can look at her nose. “Well, it isn’t broken, just bleeding, you’ll probably have a bruise in the morning.” you tell her before grabbing your first aid kit from your bag you always carried around and you hand her some tissues to hold against her face.

“Why are you here, Nat?” 

“To talk to you, you’ve been avoiding all of us like the plague aside from Bob.” she says, spitting some of the blood into the plants off to the side.

“You couldn’t have texted me that you needed to talk?” you ask, picking up your stuff and walking back towards your 4Runner and she follows you.

“No, this couldn’t have been a text because I know that you would have ignored it.” she pulled the tissue away and checks to see if the bleeding stopped with a different one you handed to her. You nod, knowing she wasn’t wrong and you open your door and toss your bag in and she slams it shut, making sure not to hit you. 

“Nat!”

“I need you to know I never had sex with Bradley,” you roll your eyes and she pushes you against your car. “I didn’t sleep with him. No one from the squad even knew he was seeing someone else. We’re sorry that we didn’t go to your graduation, it was our fault and we had the weekends mixed up.”

“Bullshit. I texted all of you in a group and individually when it was, Natasha.” you glare at her and she straightens up, like she’s sizing you up even though you have a few inches and pounds on her.

“We fucked up, but don’t ice us out like this.” 

“I’m icing Bradley out, and you all hang off his every word most of the time, so forgive me for not wanting to keep the company my ex boyfriend keeps, Trace. Now back off so I can go home and go to bed. It’s been a long day and unlike you, I actually had a job to do.” you knew it was a low blow but it got her to back off and you got in your car, not looking back once as you pulled out of the parking lot; she watched you drive off with tears in her eyes. You were one of her best friends and one of the only other girls she actually tolerated that hung around the Hard Deck. She was quick to wipe her eyes before climbing in her own car and driving to her off base housing.

You walked into Bob’s house, not wanting to be alone and he’s already fast asleep. You strip quickly, slipping into one of his discarded shirts before climbing into bed with him. He lets out a small hum before shifting and wrapping his arm around your waist. 

“How was work?” he mumbles before kissing your shoulder.

“Punched Natasha in the face on accident.” you respond and settle more against him.

“What?” he asks, a little more coherently.

“I’ll tell you in the morning.” you say and he just wraps his arm tighter around you.

You wake up alone, which isn’t unusual since you got home late most nights and he was awake early every morning. The smell of coffee and bacon summons you to the kitchen and he smiles at you when you walk in. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, setting a cup in front of you and you can smell your favorite irish creme coffee creamer and you smile before taking a sip and letting out a gentle moan.

“It was better when I finally got home.”

“What happened with you and Nat?” 

“She grabbed my arm as I was leaving the bar and I just… decked her. Right in the nose too so don’t be surprised if she’s sporting some bruising next time you see her.”

“What did she want?” 

“Said she wanted to talk? Something about how everyone from the squad misses me and that she didn’t sleep with Bradley and that none of you guys even knew he was cheating on me.” you look up at him and he’s already looking over at you. He gives you a small smile before turning the bacon.

“The team does miss you. And they do feel bad for not being there, there’s no excuse for why they weren’t but at least give them another chance?”

“They’re Brad’s friends-”

“So am I. Do you know how hard it is being his friend and living with you?” he asks, not meaning any malice but you still feel a sting.

“Well then I’ll leave, I’ll start looking for apartments tomorrow-”

“That’s not what ’m sayin’.” he says, his drawl coming out a little more since he’s getting frustrated. “All ‘m sayin’ is that you and him were a package deal for so long and now you’re not, but we got used to havin’ you ‘round and now you’re not there anymore. They miss you.” he plates the food up and sets a plate in front of you. “And yeah, livin’ with you and lovin’ you is hard, especially when not even a month ago you were still with Brad.” 

“You love me?” you ask looking up at him and he gives you a pointed look.

“That’s all you got from that?” 

“No but-”

“No but’s. Brad and you need to talk things out ‘fore things get more serious between you and I.” 

“We have nothing to talk about. You and I have basically been together for months, the only difference is I was still sleeping with him.” you mumble into your eggs and he rolls his eyes.

“Talk to Bradley. Talk to Natasha. Talk to the rest of the Dagger’s for god’s sake.” 

“Why are you mad at me?” you ask, your voice small and he sighs.

“I’m not mad at you, darlin’. I’m mad at the situation. You deserved so much better than anythin’ that Bradley gave you, and I want nothin’ more than to love you in public and not have to worry about him ripping my arms off every time that I touch you.” He places his hand on your thigh and gives you a gentle squeeze, “sure our relationship start wasn’t conventional by any means, but I know that I want you, but I also want Bradley to be okay with it, he and I are on the same team and I don’t want the dynamic getting ruined.” 

“So you wouldn’t be selfish, and just be with me despite what he says? You’d wait for Bradley’s permission to date me?” 

He sighs, knowing no matter how this ends he’s going to be sleeping on the couch so he just agrees with you. “Yes, darlin’. I would wait because the last thing that anyone needs is two people in goddamn f-18’s to be fighting with each other when we’re supposed to be on the same side.” 

You’re silent the rest of the meal and he feels bad, knowing that you don’t like arguing, especially first thing in the morning so when you’re standing at the sink washing the dishes from breakfast he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and hooks his chin on your shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I do love you, and I want nothing more than to be selfish with you. But Brad was an important person in your life for a majority of your life. It’s important to me that he’s okay with us being together.” he whispers softly against your ear and you nod, “besides, it’s my bed you’re in now, not his.” you laugh and he presses kisses down your neck while his hands sneak their way under your shirt. You flinch at the coolness of his fingers and he drags you back to the bedroom by your hips and your laugh fills the apartment as you try to grab at the walls and door frames. 

“Robert!” you cry out and he tosses you on the bed before climbing on top of you. He has a leg pressed between your thighs and you wrap your arms around his neck as one of his hands rests on your thigh and the other holds your head as he leans down on his elbow to be closer to you.

“I love you, darlin’. More than anything, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much.” he says and your eyes flick from his eyes to his lips.

“What are you waiting for, Lieutenant?” you whisper and he gives you a gentle smirk.

“Your permission.” he says, accent thick and the gravel to his voice has you pulling him down in a bruising kiss.

The bedroom quickly fills with moans, groans, gasps, and wet noises as Bob takes you to heaven and back four separate times before he fills you, only to do it again in the shower while you two are trying to get ready to head to the Hard Deck where you have to help Penny with the book keeping and he’s meeting the rest of the team to play dogfight football. 

He helps you get ready since you’re unsteady on your legs and he laughs and presses a kiss to your wet neck, “gonna be leaking me out of you all day in front of all our friends and your boss.”

“Bob, if we want to leave, get away from me. And they’re your friends.”

“They’re our friends darlin’, you just lost your way a bit.” he tells you and you sigh.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll talk to Bradley today, see if I can pull him away from the game for a bit or something.” 

By the time you two finally arrive at the beach Penny already has the back deck supplied with beers and burgers for the team. Mav pulls you into a hug and you gladly return it.

“It’s good to see you kid.” 

“It’s good to see you too.” you say before pulling away from the hug and walking up to Bradley, “can we talk?” 

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” he says, standing up from where he was seated with Natasha and you give her a small smile.

He follows you into the bar and you two take a seat at a booth by the window, Bob shoots you a reassuring smile through the glass and you return it. “So, what did you want to talk about?” Bradley asks as he takes a bite of his burger.

“Us. Or well, what happened to us.”

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[absolutebloodychaos]

Melbourne 23/11/23

I've seen these all over Tumblr before and now that I actually went to a gig for a band I follow on here, thought I might as well right down my experience of the show so...

Thoughts from the show

Me and my bestie got to the venue and started queuing at about 3:30-3:45 or something and we were in the first like a hundred or so in the queue (we did not mean to queue that early, we were going to go after school had finished - so like 4 or 5, but we got let out at lunch cause of final year 10 exams so...)

Made a bestie in the line who was great and who we stayed with throughout the gig, gonna love them forever❤️

The sun was shining directly down on us so like next time I am making sure to bring an umbrella or something as it was super fucking glary (it wasn't unbearable though which was good).

Bought merch, the Victoria Is My Girlfriend tank top and the grey t-shirt with the pink picture which are both so slay.

The doors opened at 7:30 and we got in some time between then and like 7:40, we had to fast walk to our gates which was fun but then by the time we got to the floor we were only like five people from the front or something.

Made another bestie while waiting for the gig to start who was very tall and basically became like a guardian angel for me and my friend, they had been to a bunch of moshes before and stuff and ended up keeping track of us the whole time which was fun.

There were two girls in front of us doing coke while waiting for the show, they offered me some and I did not know how to feel about it.

Damiano was SO FUCKING HOT IN PERSON I SWEAR TO GOD!!!!!!! I am never going to shut up about how fucking FINE that man is. He was sweaty and so damn sexy and his voice was flawless and I strangely got the gut urge to lick him which is something I've never had before.

Vic CAME INTO THE CROWD during one of the songs (sorry I couldn't remember which one, I was very distracted), stood less than a foot away from me, close enough that I could see that she is shorter than me which I did not realise, and she made DIRECT FUCKING EYE CONTACT WITH ME I AM NOT OKAY!!!!! This was the first of FIVE TIMES that this happened, I am never recovering and she is fucking GORGEOUS in person.

Thomas was so slay up close (and I mean up close, we were so close that I could pick out his individual moustache hairs I swear), he's a fantastic guitar player, he had a couple of solos but the main one was the big one he did at the start of the encore, I also made eye-contact with him once as he was directly in front of us for like the entire gig.

I also locked eyes with Damiano THREE TIMES, he also looked at my friend, I swear to god that man is so sexy I want to die.

Ethan's hair looked fucking MAJESTIC in person, he is such a fucking amazing drummer I SWEAR.

I took my shirt off somewhere in Valentine I think as it was too fucking hot, but then I had the best time just bopping around in my bra.

Damiano, Vic and Thomas all crowd surfed, sadly not near me, but it was fucking awesome.

They did Trastavere and Are You Gonna Be My Girl acoustic on a little stage at the other side of the stadium, I couldn't see that very well but it sounded AMAZING.

Ethan and Vic did a fucking amazing solo while Thomas and Damiano were coming back across the stadium, I think the song after that was IWBYS.

Damiano's shirt at the start was HOT - only buttoned up at his waist, but him shirtless in person killed me.

Vic's outfit was so fucking sexy I swear to god (and I got to see it up close, AAAAAAAAAA).

Ethan started off the show in a suit, then went to just a shirt, and then just a tie, and my god that man is attractive.

Damiano had an Italian flag at multiple times and it was so slay, at one point he got everyone in the crowd who was Italian to put their hands up.

The encore was The Loneliest and IWBYS, someone made Vic laugh during IWBYS and it was the cutest thing ever, she was like right in front of us for that.

In the encore I couldn't choose who to look at as I had Damiano on my left and Vic on my right and I felt weirdly like this was some kind of metaphor for my sexuality turmoil but it was amazing.

I am fully in love with Damiano's hair again, now that I've seen it in person I promise I will never doubt again.

They did all of the new songs from Rush! (Are U Coming?) and they were AMAZING!!!!!!

It is morning now, I only got five hours of sleep or less, the ringing in my ears has only slightly disappeared, my throat is going to hate me all of today, but it was so fucking worth it.

#måneskin #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #ethan torchio #melbourne #loud kids tour

[callsign-bunnie]

gazrudy omega/omega for the betterment of the world my friend

This took longer than it should have and I will admit, a fair amount of it was worldbuilding. Yes, for a oneshot.

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Rodolfo had been a camboy, a male omega sexual streamer, since he was 19 years old. He’d been struggling to pay his way through college and so a friend, Soap Mactavish, had gotten him into it. The friend was also an omega, and he had made a fuck ton of money doing “pleasure streams” where he essentially got paid to play with himself while lonely, horny alphas would watch and tip him.

Like Rodolfo had said, Soap made a ton of money. An absurd amount of money. So, Rodolfo had tried it. He’d apparently been exactly what a bunch of these alphas were looking for, because his first stream had secured him several “regulars” through the site he was using.

Then, that site shut down and left a lot of the streamers without work. So, Rodolfo and Soap had combined Soap’s computer science degree and Rodolfo’s business management degree and they’d started their own site.

They didn’t want to deal with employment laws or anything, so only they used the site, but they had had plenty of regulars, two of which actively fund Rodolfo and Soap’s individual lifestyles, so they had had enough revenue to keep going. 

Soap eventually moved away from streaming to just doing videos and he had even done personal meets with a couple of his regulars, now doing regular meetings and “sessions” with the aforementioned alpha, Ghost, that basically was Soap’s Sugar Daddy, and so Rodolfo was still the primary streamer.

Or, he had been. Then, Gaz came into his life. Rodolfo had wanted a bigger apartment, but he didn’t want to live alone, and he wasn’t quite ready to take the plunge and allow Alejandro, his regular, to become his Sugar Daddy, yet, so he would need someone to help him pay rent.

Gaz was, at first, a quiet and shy omega. Rodolfo had only needed someone to cover 1/3 of the rent, and he’d figured it’d be easier to find someone that way. Gaz was new to the area, a transfer from a different college, and apparently the luxury apartment that Rodolfo had chosen was a dream come true for him, which…

Well, Rodolfo wouldn’t brag but it definitely was a fantastic apartment. 

And, he was a pleasant omega. Gorgeous, Rodolfo would say, and fairly funny once he got used to you. He kept the two rooms he rented clean and while he didn’t cook much, he was very forthcoming in compliments when Rodolfo did. 

Well, Gaz had lost his job around six months into their living situation, and this was around the same time Soap had stopped streaming. A gap in the website had been opened and Gaz had came to Rodolfo and asked if he could start streaming as well and they’d came to the agreement that Rodolfo would just take his portion of rent from the revenue and give him the rest.

Gaz had been very popular, right off the bat, just like Rodolfo. He was tall for an omega, but he was, as Rodolfo had mentioned, gorgeous. All legs, smooth skin, and while he was a bit shy on camera, a lot of the viewers had eaten it up, calling it refreshing from Soap’s sultry personality. (Soap had had a few things to say, but he’d ultimately agreed that Rodolfo could play sultry enough for the both of them and that Gaz was a bit of a change. He had not appreciated Rodolfo’s challenge of him going back to streaming, though.)

They’d never streamed together, though. The other omega made Rodolfo feel odd things… He’d never been quite sure he wanted to cross that line, unsure he’d be able to come back from it.  

-

“Classes were awful.” Gaz groaned and plopped down on the couch beside Rodolfo, using a towel to try his hair. “I don’t know what bug has been up my professor’s asses, but with the exception of Price and Laswell… Ugh, I don’t even know. I’m sick of them.”

Rodolfo laughed, softly, amused with his roommate. He’d graduated a few months previous and wasn’t sure he wanted to pursue his master’s, yet. He knew the website couldn’t be his career, forever, but he doubted he needed a master’s as a landing pad. “I do not miss classes.”

Gaz snorted and slammed back into the couch, just wearing a towel. “What are we watching?”

Rodolfo shrugged, looking away before his head got distracted. “Something random. It was suggested on the front of the streaming site, so I just stuck it on. Honestly, it’s garbage, might as well be on the Lifetime channel.”

Gaz “ahhed” and then sighed. “I should do some classwork I have, but I think if I looked at it, I might throw my laptop across the room, so I think I might skip out, tonight.”

Most were shocked when Gaz was revealed to be more of a jock than an academic. He had fantastic grades, he was in the more advanced courses, and he placed a lot of emphasis on keeping his mind sharp, but Gaz was also head of the omega’s volleyball team, played co-ed football, and just, generally, seemed to prefer sports. 

Rodolfo laughed, again. “That laptop is important for making money, so maybe don’t put it in jeopardy of being broken?”

“That was my thinking.” Gaz smiled at him and then he shrugged. “So, no homework tonight.” 

Then, the other omega stretched out, closing his eyes and yawning softly. Rodolfo’s eyes immediately went over his limbs, following every inch of skin, and he grasped at the blanket he was under. He didn’t know what to call this, was it a crush? Whatever it was, it was on his last nerves and he needed to stop having to deal with it. “Let’s order dinner.” Gaz suddenly said, opening his eyes. This startled Rodolfo, so he quickly looked away. “Are you… okay?”

Rodolfo found himself blushing dark and he looked at the ceiling. “Yeah. I’m fine.” When he looked at Gaz, Gaz didn’t look convinced. “Anyway, you said let’s order dinner?”

“Yeah…” Gaz narrowed his eyes for a moment before shrugging and getting out his phone. “Our usual?”

“Yeah, sure.” Rodolfo nodded a bit, trying his best to turn back to the TV and focus on it. “Are you planning on streaming tonight?”

“No. I made enough off the last that I think i’m gonna take a break, tonight.” Gaz answered and set his phone down, again. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know.” He’d just been curious. “Just… was asking.”

Gaz “ahhed” and then they fell into an awkward silence. Rodolfo really needed to get a handle on himself. “Have you gotten any consistent regulars? I haven’t checked in on your streams, lately.” It was getting too much to handle.

“Yes, actually… A couple. One, I feel bad, but I think he’s trying to become like Ghost and Alejandro is to you and Soap. He’s very sweet, nice to talk to.” Gaz explained. “Hasn’t told me his name, yet.”

Funnily enough, Rodolfo wasn’t that jealous. It’s what made his feelings even more complicated. Because he wouldn’t be jealous if Gaz found an alpha like he or Soap had. He certainly would if Gaz got into an actual relationship, but not something like that. Soap and Ghost’s relationship did verge on romantic but… it wasn’t committed.

Rodolfo nodded a bit. “He sounds good. Spoils you, I presume?”

“Completely.” Gaz smiled. “I don’t know, he seems lonely, I… I feel like I’m taking advantage of him. How do you and Soap not feel bad about Ghost and Alejandro?”

“Fuck,” Rodolfo winced. Alejandro was complicated… Alejandro was a childhood best friend… He did feel bad. “I do feel bad. It’s why I’ve tried to back away from it. I don’t know how Soap does it… Well, I think he really likes Ghost, I think that’s how.”

Gaz frowned and then sighed. “I love doing this, but… it gets so complicated on my emotions. So many lines constantly get blurred… I don’t know where to set my boundaries and where to take them down.”

Rodolfo agreed that it could get really complicated. So insanely complicated. “Trust me, I get it.” He looked away from Gaz, again grasping at the blanket. When the food arrived, he took a breath and got up to go get it, handing Gaz his and then hesitating. “I think I’m going to go eat in room and then go to bed early.”

Gaz frowned and then looked disappointed before nodding. “Alright. Sleep well, Rudy.”

Rodolfo nodded and then went to his room, taking a deep breath. God, he needed to get a handle on himself. He shook it off and just turned something on the tv, trying desperately hard to get his mind off the other omega. Gaz was right, things got so overwhelmingly complicated.

With Soap, with Alejandro, and definitely with Gaz. He wanted a ton of things he couldn’t exactly have and it drove him mad. It didn’t feel fair, sometimes, how complicated things could get. He didn’t want to be dealing with all of these feelings… 

He made a frustrated sound and just focused on eating and whatever shit movie he’d put on. He fought his mind to keep it off of his roommate, and to keep himself from going out to the living room and opening a door he wasn’t sure he’d be able to close.

When he finished eating, he put his leftovers in the little mini fridge he kept in his room, so he wouldn’t have to leave his room, and just tried to settle into bed, tired anyway. It did cross his mind to stream, but… he really didn’t feel like it. 

He jumped when he heard his door start to open, quickly sitting up, and frowning when Gaz came into his room. “Gaz, I-”

Gaz didn’t give him a chance to speak, crossing the room and climbing onto the bed, his mouth immediately on Rodolfo’s. It startled and shocked Rodolfo, but he couldn’t find himself shoving the other omega away, either. 

Gaz’s hands were all over Rodolfo, clumsy but in a desperate way, not an inexperienced way. Rodolfo didn’t fight him when he was shoved down into the bed, and he just moved his hands to grasp at Gaz’s arms as he moved to kiss his neck, and Rodolfo keened up into him.

“I- What are you doing?” Rodolfo asked, almost not expecting to receive an answer.

Gaz shoved his hands up Rodolfo’s shirt, causing him to shiver as his cold skin touched Rodolfo’s always warm skin. However, then he paused. “I… I like you. I know you like me too, and I want… us to acknowledge that.”

Rodolfo flushed dark and he moved to be able to look at Gaz, easier, before touching his face and kissing him again. He softened when the other omega just melted and then his hands were touching all over him, again. 

Eventually, they found between his legs, thrusting under his panties and Rodolfo gasped as fingers pushed into him. He was already so slick and he whined as Gaz’s long fingers worked in and out of his body, gladly accepted by it. “Fuck, Gaz…” he moaned, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

Gaz purred and nuzzled into Rodolfo’s neck, biting and kissing over the skin that was there. “You’re so pretty…” It was almost whined into his skin. He flushed dark red as he felt Gaz grind into his thigh and he quickly scented him, gasping at the harsh bite he earned in response. 

Rodolfo arched his back as Gaz’s fingers shoved deeper inside him, digging his nails into Gaz’s back and grinding his hips against his hand. Finally, Gaz scented him in return and he just melted as the sensation of a hot summer rain filled his senses, moving so he could bite into Gaz’s shoulder.

Gaz continued to grind into his thigh, in time with his hand movements, and he moaned Rodolfo’s name, which had his stomach doing odd things, flipping and squeezing. Rodolfo continued to grasp onto him, rocking against his hand and shifting his hips so he could push his leg up against Gaz. Gaz’s movements stuttered a bit, before they seemed to pick up in intensity.

It wasn’t long and Rodolfo was tensing as he came, arching his back up and into Gaz. Gaz came shortly after him, his hips stuttering and jerking. “Fuck…” Gaz whined when he was done and then he moved to the side, hugging onto Rodolfo and nuzzling him. 

Rodolfo melted into the bed, panting softly, before turning and curling up into the other omega. “That’s certainly a way to acknowledge feelings.” He finally teased, softly. “Maybe a conversation, next time, corazón?”

“Maybe…” Gaz laughed, softly. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

No, Rodolfo certainly hadn’t been. And he wasn’t, now. He yawned. “Sleep in here, tonight…” he murmured, nuzzling into the other’s chest. “Please.”

Gaz just nodded. “I will…” He murmured, and then Rodolfo heard his breathing slow as he, presumably, dozed off. So, Rodolfo joined him, smiling softly as he did so.

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[lesbianasfuckwomen]

Its the windmill's birthday!

Sanemi like to think of himself as a calm stable individual

He likes to think of himself as a level headed person, a person who wouldn't dare lift a single finger on a person.

So as any calm, sane, stable, and level headed person would do, he was keeping himself from wrapping his hands around the water pillar and choking the everliving life out of those blue eyes.

"Fuckin hell, is there anybody else here? I would take the fucking seaweed head then to be in the same room as mister 'I'm not like the rest of you'"

Now, any sane person would know not to reply to Sanemi since he looked as if he was about to commit murder at any moment but Tomioka Giyuu was everything but sane.

"Hello Shinazugawa, do you know what the date is?"

To be honest, Sanemi couldn't have given a single flying fuck about the date. To him everyday was the same. Clean up from the night before, help Shinobu out in the mansion, Complain to Iguro about some slayers, check on Genya, get assigned a mission, kill demon. and repeat.

He was on the way to check on Genya the stone mansion when an emergency hashira meeting was called thus landing him here, in the same room alone with mismatched haori.

It's safe to assume that Sanemi was pissed.

"Why the fuck would I know the date? And where the fuck are all the others? Himejima-san wouldn't dare being late to a hashira meeting"

"..."

"Well don't just be a stand alone silent bitch, say something!"

"You really don't know the date?"

Huh?

Okay what was so important about the date that Tomioka fucking Giyuu, the guy that didn't give a shit about time, to be so persistant for him to know the date?

Well, Sanemi knew around 4 days ago it was the 25th. So if he were to add 4 days to 25 he would get

"The 29th of November. There, happy now?"

"...Thats it?"

If Sanemi was pissed before (which he was) he was a boiling over volcano now.

"Yes thats it. What else do you want me to say edge lord? A couple days after that one American holiday?"

"Wow, didn't peg you to be the forgetful type Sanemi, thought that was Tokito's job."

"Fuck you, my memory is just fine!"

"Tokito refrain from cursing. Obanai stop picking fights with little kids. Sanemi are you really that stupid?"

"Fuck you Shinobu, i'm not stupid"

"Shinazugawa I will kindly ask you to refrain from cursing. We have a child here"

"Himejima-san, that 'child' just cursed out Obanai"

"Ara Ara Tomioka-san! You should speak up a bit more frequently, other people didn't even notice you!"

"e-eh, Tokito-kun, Shinazugawa-san, we shouldn't curse each other out!"

"I agree with Kanroji"

"Aren't you in lo-"

"Shut it Tokito"

Sanemi snorted, happy that he wasn't stuck with depressed emo nerd, but it wasn't long until Obanai's words caught up to him.

"Iguro what did you mean by me being forgetful? I don't think anything important is happening today"

"HAAAH? YOU FORGOT!?"

"Mitsuri if you could lower your voice"

"Right, sorry Shinobu. You forgot!?"

Now Sanemi wasn't angry, he was just confused.

"Alright, first Tomioka drilling me about the date, second Shinobu calling me an idiot and third you telling me I forgot about something? Okay if I forgot about something what did I forget about?"

"Your birthday silly!"

Oh. Oh. OHHHHH.

Oh shit

Thats what he forgot about.

So what, he's 22 now.

He never really celebrated his birthday, too focused on surviving in the hellhole he was supposed to call home. After his father sperm donor was killed, he kind of forgot his birthday existed.

"Wait- how did you guys know it was my birthday?"

"Thats for us to know"

"Iguro you little shit-"

Sanemi sighed and flushed a little red, embarrassed that he forgot, and came face to face with Tomioka the mother fucking Giyuu. Wayyy to close.

If Sanemi was a bit pink then he was a fucking tomato now. One thing he noticed was that Giyuu was holding an ohagi.

"Here, happy birthday"

Sanemi snatched the ohagi from Giyuu's hands and took a bite. It melted right on his tongue and hit the spot. It was the perfect amount of quantity, quality, and sweetness.

"I hope you like it. Genya told me how you like and how to make it. He's a sweet person, your brother. He's also adorable when he focuses. Hope you enjoy it 'Nemi'"

Sanemi likes to consider himself as a very nice person.

So as any calm, sane, stable, level headed person would do, he lunged for Tomioka's throat and proceeded to strangle the everliving shit out of the water hashira.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING BROTHER!"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI!!!!!!!!!!!

Sanemi is my favorite hashira by far. He is also one of the most complicated character I have ever seen. Happy birthday you emotionally constipated white-haired menace!

#kny #demon slayer #sanemi shinaguzawa #giyuu tomioka #obanai iguro #muichiro tokito #shinobu kocho #gyomei himejima #mitsuri kanroji #genya shinazugawa #hashira #happy birthday sanemi #eat your ohagi son #fanfiction #fanfic

[polyhexian]

TMI.

Read a story about sexual abuse that really made me reflect on my own, and I sort of wonder if I kind of acknowledged it without actually confronting it. I've never really hidden the fact my first relationship was when I was eighteen with a man seven years older than me who had spoken to his friends when I was seventeen that he was just waiting for me to turn and had "called" me so everyone else needed to back off, including the people around me that were my age. I moved in with him basically immediately and he separated me from my family and non mutual friends. I remember googling "is sex supposed to hurt?" After I lost my virginity because of how painful and unpleasant the experience was. "did you really think I was going to date a kid forever?" Was something he said when he broke up with me. And he wanted to "be a big brother figure" to me afterward and for months I clung obsessively to every iota of attention he gave me. I remember crying myself to sleep every night, and not like said silent tears, like open-mouthed wailing so loud my neighbors banged on the wall and told me to shut up. But I was in genuinely physical pain, I hadn't known before that how it could actually hurt like, physically, and so BADLY.

And you know I concluded I was asexual when I was fourteen, something he wanted to fix and said so. Actually I recall I was seventeen the first time he gave me alcohol, and how we went to huge parties where I'd chug shot after shot after shot to prove I belonged there.

It's sort of weird to actually think about how incredibly stereotypical it was now, straight out of the textbook, you know, and how even knowing that it always feels like I'm being a little unfair, he might have been bad, but he never hit me or anything, it wasn't truly abuse, and ultimately I WAS a truly toxic person back then, mean as hell. It feels, at times, like it was more mutual toxicity, but I know that it wasn't. No matter what a shithead I was, it was obvious I was a victim there, even if I feel weirdly guilty for thinking that, like I'm being almost manipulative with the way I portray myself as a victim. Real cognitive dissonance there. Even then I've never really been able to apply the r word to myself there even though I literally woke up once to him jerking himself off with my unconscious hand and then rolled over onto my half-asleep body to fuck. What else do you call that? At the same time, I remember finding it really exciting at the time and even saying afterward I wanted to do that again, which I think honestly disappointed him because he never did it again. And then of course there's the time his dumbass sexual idiocy put me in the hospital and nearly got me fucking killed, probably legitimately the closest I've ever come to death. 105 degree fever, man, that's reaching the territory of causing brain damage. It's nuts how many years literally unable to speak about it out loud because how humiliated I was by it.

I suppose the older I get the more I appreciate how genuinely bad it was and how much worse it got when I got dragged to another continent and fully separated from every human being I knew other than him, including internet friends. And how wild it was that by the time I left Beijing I was literally swigging from a bottle of vodka every morning for work and keeping them in my backpack to just drink whenever, straight from the bottle. And how I've cheekily said oh, yeah, I used to be an alcoholic before, sort of in passing, but like- I mean, I was? That's sort of hard to deny now.

It feels quite odd to reflect on this evening and it occurs to me I've never really spoken about it in detail before, I've mentioned individual things, probably all of this stuff separately, but never really at once. I suppose I sort of thought I was over it, and I sort of am? At the same time, the fact I have so much to say really indicates I probably am not, even if it feels like it.

None of this is a secret or anything, I've shared it all publically before and never really been worried about other people knowing- other than that one incident- I mean I fully understand any person that would ever try to make me feel bad or embarrassed about it is like, a fucking sociopath who's opinion is completely irrelevant. And I think virtually every afab person alive has experienced some kind of traumatic sexually flavoured incident in their lives, even if it was relatively minor, so I think no one would ever be particularly surprised by the revelation.

Odd night. They stopped my medication for my seizure study and I suspect a week off my antidepressants has had a pretty profound affect on my mood lol. I think it's starting to restabilize, though, at least, but I suspect it will be a few more days before I feel normal again.

[trances-and-tentacles]

Hi, it's the rat girl. Wasn't letting me ask from that blog so I had to use Anon. Basically for ADHD I've found that working with the stray thoughts and lack of focus rather than working against it can prove really useful. For me if I have a 'tist/file/scene where I'm suggested to feel blank, empty, or where a lack of thoughts is focused on, it won't work as well for me. Instead, 'tists that encourage those thoughts and lack of focus can be really helpful. IDK if you're working more from files or with an actual 'tist, but when I drop people who have ADHD I tend to use phrases like "you don't need to concern yourself with any thoughts that might drift through that pretty head of yours. Your mind can drift from thought to thought, but here beneath that all I need you to do is listen to the sound of my voice." A lack of focus doesn't actually really cause problems when it comes to getting dropped I've found, since your ears and brain are still processing whatever the tist/file is saying. What does tend to cause problems, at least for me, is *thinking* that my stray thoughts are causing me to not drop enough. It usually goes something like "I'm enjoying this drop, this is nice!" > "Hmm, I'm kinda hungry, I wonder what I'll eat after this." > "Oh god I'm thinking too much and not listening" > "Fuck I'm fucking this up, aren't I? My brain won't shut off" Etc. and then that anxiety keeps me from being able to enjoy the calm droppy feelings that I was experiencing at the start. However if the tist preempts that and states that it's *okay* for my brain to wander and that my subconscious can still listen and obey, I end up having a great scene and session! Realistically because of how my brain works I'm never gonna hit that completely blank slate state that some people talk about, but I can get the same effects if I'm really deep and my brain is slowly going from one thought to the next, especially if the tist or file has already stated that this is normal and natural and shouldn't impact the quality of the drop. It is completely 100% possible for someone with even extreme levels of ADHD to drop and have really good hypnotic sessions, it just requires a little extra specific work on the part of the tist, or files that work well with ADHD. I don't want this to get too long, but I could genuinely talk about this for hours. Basically it comes down to: 1: Believing that you can drop regardless of your lack of focus or other ADHD related symptoms. Believing you *can* drop and being willing are half the battle. 2: Having a tist who will work with you and preempt anxieties you might face. 3: don't fight against your ADHD, work with it. Your brain is more active and hyperactive, so trying to shut down those thoughts is fighting against the tide. Instead try to focus more on working alongside those thoughts, or more effectively, beneath them. 4: Trying and re-trying to figure out how things work with your brain. It took me a while to learn how to drop properly, and what worked for me might not work for you. Hypnotism is deeply intimate and personal to each individual and that's what makes it so fun and special! 5: Have fun with it. Even if you don't get as deep or blank as you'd like, learning to appreciate and lean into the good feelings you *do* get will help you get to that deep state of acceptance, in a roundabout way. Idk if any of this was helpful or sensical, but I really hope you're able to get where you want to be and enjoy trance! It's such a special thing, and everyone deserves to feel safe and blank and happy. You got this!

thank you!!! The stray thought anxiety chain is EXACTLY what i experience and it's one of the main things that makes it hard for me to trance. I really crave the blankness/emptiness feeling but haven't gotten that close to it and i find that i pull myself out really easily.

I will definitely keep these in mind next time I try hypnosis with my partners, we all have ADHD and I've been under for them before once. I'll probably show this to them if that's ok :3

anyways, this is really reassuring and i can't wait to get back into hypno more, as I'm gonna have more free time soon

#save

[papermint-airplane]

💪🏾👶🏽😤🧸🤗👏🏾🗣 For Aiden, please :)

💪🏾 What accomplishment are they most proud of?

Ok so there's some context needed here. Basically, Sixam has a current ruler who is mad with power. I mean, what ruler of an entire planet isn't mad with power, amirite? But this one is a particular lil freak about it. We're talking banning an entire color because it displeases them for whatever petty reason. As such, pink is illegal on Sixam. There is a black market for smuggled pink goods and Aiden, little rebel that he is, has the second largest collection of pink contraband on the planet. Ordinarily, he would never dream of breaking the law, but pink is his favorite color and his obsession runs deep. One of his greatest regrets is being separated form his hoard when he got himself accidentally removed from his home planet.

👶🏽 What's their best childhood memory?

If you can believe it, Aiden was a very shy, awkward kid and didn't make friends very easily. I know. So shockingly out of character for him. He'd spend most of his days alone while all the other kids played and had clubs and sports. When he got home from school, his mother would always be waiting for him with snacks to ask him about his day. She'd listen patiently to him talk about all the cool new things he learned, asking questions here and there to keep him going. He feels like those times with her made up for the loneliness that plagued most of his childhood.

😤 What's their pet peeve(s)?

People who won't take no for an answer. It takes a lot for Aiden to put his foot down on any subject but when he does, it's non-negotiable. Unfortunately, people seem to like to tap dance all over his boundaries which stresses him out because he has to keep reasserting himself. To his credit, once his mind is made up, no force in the universe is going to dissuade him so making him state his position over and over again is just annoying.

🧸What makes them feel supported?

Aiden wants to be loved. He wants to feel like he's the most important person in someone's life. He hasn't experienced that much outside of his mother and...certain individuals 👀 who were less devoted than unhealthily obsessed. He likes to be listened to. He likes to feel like he has someone's undivided attention. It's rare for him and he cherishes every moment.

🤗What makes them feel safe?

Blanket forts. After Roman's answer to this question, I'm sure you were expecting another angsty "hE nEvEr FeElS sAfE" answer but Aiden is a simple man with simple needs. When he feels out of control, he wants to make himself as small as possible and retreat into a place where he's surrounded on all sides, kind of like a turtle hiding in its shell. He likes to be cocooned.

👏🏾 Which lost hobbies would they like to pick up again?

Oh there are several, actually. He'd love to return to collecting again, even if he has to start over in Woeford. He loves drinking so that's a hobby he'd like to pick up again and again and again and aga--

He also likes to seek out animals and just watch them exist. He's fascinated by animals of all kinds. They're the one thing he's not afraid of. Back home, he could watch a gnarleep simply grazing on frixum grass for hours on end without getting bored. On Earth and...I guess whatever part of Earth Woeford used to be a part of, he likes watching mice. They have tiny hands. That's fucking adorable.

🗣 Do they ever talk to themselves? When and what do they say?

Yes. Constantly. The boy doesn't really have an internal monologue. Every thought he has comes out of his mouth, whether it's out loud, under his breath, or shrieked at the top of his lungs at inappropriate times. Maybe it's a byproduct of feeling ignored, maybe it's just the way he is, but he. never. shuts. up. And we love that for him.

#ask #answer #ask game #ask meme #oc development #just simblr things #tangentially sims related #sim: aiden ayy

[sukunasstomachtongue]

Boss: Prelude

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, cursing, sexual conversation

Part 1: Boss

Tiny began to hate her marriage after the first ten days.

She had low expectations walking into the marriage, as most young women do when they are arranged to marry men over twice their age for nothing but the financial gain of a coldhearted father. She was a pawn on a chessboard for a game that has been going on for longer than she’d been alive. 

Whatever business her father and Rod Reiss had with one another had nothing to do with her personally, yet the rivalry influenced every sector of her life. Where she attended school, what she wore, how big her celebrations were, the type of car she had to drive, all decisions made by her father to one-up Rod Reiss. 

The only good thing that came from the affluent version of a pissing contest was the strong bond she had with Historia, Rod Reiss’s youngest child, and Tiny’s oldest friend. Pre and post-wedding their friendship never wavered, both knowing the best way through this mess was bare it until the right moment came to make a run for it. The pair were so close to securing their independence when the marriage agreement slapped them in the face.

Then she met Levi.

Ask any of the men in her life, and they would all call him a lowly thing, only good for menial physical labor that their overfed and spoiled asses couldn’t dream of doing. But Tiny knew differently. She could see it in the way he accomplished any task asked of him with a gleam in his eye that could make the devil scream. 

Suddenly her days in the Reiss Manor became bearable, armed with the knowledge that wherever she walked, Levi would be somewhere on the property with her, minding his business and completing his tasks. Tiny found her brain stalled several times a day after catching just a glimpse of his short yet powerful stature. 

He worked with a small crew, a group of ten a most, all meandering the lot to accomplish individual tasks. The one time she saw them all together was during their lunch break, under the shade of a large oak tree. Eating their fill, the group would smoke and joke around, pushing each other and letting loose curses that they kept suppressed while working. Levi didn’t talk much, but when he did the rest of his crew would shut up to listen. 

They didn’t talk about the Reiss’s all that much, or any rich folk for that matter. A throwaway remark here or there while telling a story, no names dropped but everyone seemed to understand who exactly was being discussed. Tiny was quick to catch on to the alias for Rod.

Boss. 

Not particularly creative in the slightest except for how they all enunciated the ‘b’ in the word.  Levi didn’t speak about Rod much, he left that for the youngins in his crew. He’d smoked his cigarette and let out a laugh or two as they cursed her husband for whatever grief he gave them. 

The only person outside the crew Levi would talk about was her. It took Tiny a minute to figure out who they were referring to when they said that name. 

Princess. 

Tiny thought they were referring to Historia or the other Reiss women that frequented the manor, but the crew called them different variations of ‘miss’. She was princess, the way she found out was the day she went for a swim in the pool during the same time Connie had finished cleaning it out. 

Later while getting the mail, she heard it.

“Saw princess today jump in the water, almost nutted in my shorts.”

“Lucky. Did you see her come out of it? I’d kill to see her dripping water.”

 “I saw her get dressed one time in front of the window. Boss must not be fucking her because she didn’t have a mark on her.”

“You ever seen her in the gym? Way too much for Boss, no way he’s keeping up with her.”

The group continued to discuss her, unaware of her proximity. Talking over one another, only shutting up when Levi opened his mouth to share his opinion. 

“If I had her, she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed and walk around the house like she does.”

She took that statement and ran to the bank with it. Immediately called Historia and put a plan in motion. She started small. 

Small, not subtle. 

First, she had to bend the world to her will. It only took a couple of statements at the right time. 

“Who cleaned the pool this time?”

“Levi, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Can you make sure he does it from now on, I’ve never seen it so clear?”

“Yes, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Thank you, Erwin. Please pass on my compliments.”

“Princess wants you to clean the pool from now on, Levi. Said it was the cleanest she ever saw it.”

“Course it is, I did it.” 

“Maybe you keep that up and she’ll have you cleaning something else?”

Step one, complete. 

Step two was to build a repertoire.  Every three days, Levi would come to the pool to clean it. The first few times, she waved and gave a cheeky smile which he responded with a cool nod, acknowledging her as his Boss’s wife and nothing more. Tiny did her best to leave an impression, wearing the skimpiest thong bikinis in her arsenal. Taking the extra minute to exaggerate her exit from the pool, making sure her near nip slips were always in his eyesight.  

Then she stepped it up with a pot of tea to share as the late fall heat finally cooled down to early winter temperature. As the outdoor pool went into hiding under the pool cover, the indoor pool became in more need of upkeep. Like clockwork, every week Levi would make the journey into the house to clean the indoor pool, unknowingly fueling Tiny’s fantasy as his upper body worked to clean the filters and maintain the water’s clearness. 

“I don’t know if Erwin told you, but I just want to thank you for keeping the pool so clean. I heard you had a taste for tea, so I decided to make you a pot to thank you.”

Levi paused on his way out of the room, face blank as he took in the words. The smell of properly brewed earl grey filled his nostrils, his shoulders sagged as they released tension. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Please, Mrs. Reiss was my predecessor. Call my Tiny.” She waited until he had a mouthful of tea to continue. “Or princess. “

Levi didn’t choke or spit out his tea, the quirk of his eyebrow was enough of a reaction to tell Tiny he knew she knew what the crew had been talking about during their lunches. 

“Princess, huh? Are you sure you want me to call you that? Someone might get the wrong idea if they heard that." 

“Or the right one.”

“Which would be?”

“That we’re fucking, Levi.”

“We aren’t.”

“That could change. If you want.”

#levi ackerman x black reader #levi smut #levi x reader #aot levi #written by junk💋 #black reader #levi ackerman #aot x y/n #levi x black oc #levi x black reader #levi ackerman x reader

[system-of-a-feather]

(Disclaimer: this post was written in two parts, the first half was done the day before but not posted cause I didnt feel it was a complete thought, the second half was added after. I did not edit or touch the first half as I like to keep space for the thoughts of myself as they were; i also have passive chronic amnesia so Im not 100% sure if everything is on the same page; regardless that is just context)

Honestly, I think the thing that is important to keep in mind when interacting with syscourse - or specifically for us cause the only one we really care about is the tulpa discourse - is that you are never going to force or change anyone's mind who is so set that they are sitting on tumblr and pulling the dumbest arguments out of their ass to support their claims and I do think those that spend their time arguing with @/sophieinwonderland and @/cambriancrew - while honestly doing the dirty work no one wants to do by balancing out their bullshit posting so mad respect - are largely wasting their time if they do ever think that a mind will be changed.

The only reason to ever engage or talk about the stuff they (and the clique that actually buys into those arguments) talk about is solely to make an example out of how incredibly deep their interalized racism and just disregard for POC goes and honestly looking at them as anything other than a stubborn white person is putting more emotional energy than its worth.

Because genuinely, in a weird way and me doing what XIV calls "The Riku Thing" of looking at a really negative, annoying, and/or harmful thing and finding the bright side silverlining to it, I do kind of appreciate how astonishingly White TM they are because their unapologetic and loud nature makes a really big spectacle for a lot of people who otherwise would not understand how bad certain issues are look and go "what the fuck" and in its own way, it brings good publicity to the issues AAPI and eastern cultures go through in a western and white predominant area.

AAPI issues often go under the radar and are disregarded due to a number of reasons, but honestly? This is the most I've ever seen people actually talk about how white people take advantage of eastern and Asian cultures (relative to the size of the community in question) save for the brief blip of when Stop Asian Hate got loud during COVID where sinophobia blasted up and a bit surrounding Cyberpunk as a genre when Cyberpunk 2077 came out.

In that regard, I'm kinda glad they are so loudly racist and White TM about AAPI cultures. It makes for good publicity and awareness by being the example of just the Usual Bullshit and it starts better conversations. I'd honestly prefer a loud bigot to a quiet insidious one cause the loud ones at least can serve part of a message and be ignored.

Anyhow, this is all just to say that bigots will be bigots and you can argue with them all you want and call them truthful statements like "bigots" and "racist" but thats about all you can do to really control their behavior. Those balancing out their bullshit arguments, mad props - I could never cause that shit is too toxic and too much of an investment, but it is respectable work. (insert "it aint much but its honest work" meme at yall)

---(cut between original thoughts and the added bit)---

That said, I'll just say it as the fact that it is, those two and those that follow their rhetoric do not care at all about AAPI individuals and are just racist. We don't have to debate it and it's honestly not up for debate and while we could put our energy to trying to tear down their following and make them shut up, in a world where the KKK still exists and thrives, its an unlikely and futile of a goal to try ti achieve.

Instead its best imo to treat them like the public case study of white and western abuses to AAPI culture, particularly since time and time again they redisplay some of the most classic and frequently used techniques white and western individuals do to try to excuse their shit.

If you wouldn't give a person arguing with any other loud and proud bigot, its best to just accept that bigots be bigots and rather than banging your head against a wall, put it up for display on the museum wall as a means of education and awareness.

Theres no point in talking to bigots about how they are bigotted. There is, however, a point to displaying it for those less effected and usually not given the opportunity to sed it in full get a much closer look at some of the shit we deal with

I like to think that while a lot of white and western people suck, that a lot of them genuinely are trying their best with the limited awareness, access, and understanding that they have.

I dont feel as though I would be correct calling them and bigots a "small minority", but I'd like to think they aren't the majority and I honestly appreciate those willing to learn and better understand and so ya know? Whats a better way to explain it than with a live dancing monkey that loudly and proudly displays the behaviors in question for all to see.

Anyhow, I digress. Take this as you will. I am just throwing some insight and personal thoughts about specific users in hopes that some people who might be overly stressed about it might find a little more peace moderating the topic

#alter: riku #syscourse #syscourse tw #discourse #discourse tw #sophiecourse #racism #racism tw #riku rambles #anti-tulpa #tulpa tw #anti-tulpa terminology

[moonlit-positivity]

My one goal for society as a whole is to introduce the conversation of our healthcare moving towards a more trauma informed state of mind, because healthcare professionals will look at someone who can't or "refuses" to speak, has self destructive tendencies, and has outbursts of extreme anger and rage, and they will say, "this person is difficult to manage and is a threat to society." And it's like, no, that person is actually traumatized as fuck from a childhood of rape & abuse, what that person needs is a more safer and specialized space for trusting that they are safe enough to talk about what they went through as a kid, rather than you and the rest of society perpetually making them feel even worse than what they already do, for not being able to trust that the people around them aren't gonna treat them like the only indication of what they had to see and endure as a kid. Like why do people go into the mental health field if you don't want to help actually traumatized individuals just as much as anyone else? Humanity will love to romanticize the need to kill predators and bash child abusers, but still absolutely refuses to acknowledge or accept the effects that growing up in these harmful environments can bring, that yes even though we should do away with all the bad and evil in this world, your romanticization of ending child abuse falls short when you're still telling kids they need to sit down shut up and mindlessly obey their parents, and when you tell adult survivors who come forth that they are destroying traditional family values by disrespecting their parents, and when you don't even want to acknowledge or sit with the harmful effects of sexual assault as a child. This has been the bane of my existence since I started openly talking about my trauma, the stigma from mental health professionals who are not even remotely trauma informed just doesn't even help when you are at your wits end with the pain and suffering and desperately needing answers, and the answers they give you are, "why are you yelling so loud? You need to be quiet." Why are we doing this if we aren't willing to help the people who actually need to be helped?? Child abuse exists, csa exists, and these things have extremely complex and irrational and harmful effects on a human being who has had to endure a life of being used and abused with no way out. I just wish people would be more aware of that, and that we could stop demonizing people for not being able to speak up and speak out about what they went through, in a world that is still committed to keeping us in a cage even when we are desperately trying to escape from it. Like why can't we ever talk about these things in places and in people who never even know what this feels like. Why do we have to search endlessly for trauma informed spaces for us to fully exist and be safe in? I don't get it.

#recovery #ptsd #trauma #mental health #mental health discussion #mental health discourse #society #trauma informed #recovering from abuse #healthcare #healthcare reform #stigma #stigmatized #cluster b #cluster b pd #bpd #borderline #actually traumatized #actually borderline #npd #avpd #hpd #avoidant

[averyavary]

Consider the following.

Heavy Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse, Rape. You have been warned.

I'm going to keep things here rather short, and simple as I've gone to some drastic measures already to deal with this privately, but I might as well let others know what I've been dealing with, considering your eyes are still on me, I know it.

I've been having to deal with a... specific person in my life as of the past near decade or so. I did not really want to resort to the final actions I've had gone about doing but; relentless people require extreme actions, huh?

Let me introduce you to "Jude" is who I'll call them, as they refer to themselves that way. I met Jude in my life when I was 13-14 through my sister as a family friend at the time. They were in their mid 20's or so, I can't fully recall. The there was a 10 or so year difference, just for reference.

During some time between the summer of 2014 or so, I was left alone with them at times for extended periods of time. I recall remember waking up at times hurting from by back, and near my legs and such. I accordingly told my sister and aunt about these things (I was living with them at the time) and I was pulled out of my classes one day to sit down and discuss what might've happened between Jude and I. I was rightfully confused as I didn't know what or why was happening. I remember I broke down into tears about them asking me if I "Liked" Jude in the manner of a relationship, which I promptly denied. I only saw Jude like an older brother I never had at the time.

Come to find out, Jude was something akin to liking me relationship wise, which if you cant put 2 and 2 together, kind of royally fucked up! I now know looking back, I was molested and was likely drugged to be used for sex most likely. I obviously can't remember everything as its still hazy for that summer trying to block it out over the past few years, but with what happened to me back then, my family picked up on it quickly and shut Jude out of my life.

He however, hasn't let the thought of me go.

I think starting in about 2018 or so going forward, Jude would try to contact me by any means necessary. I remember him contacting my aunt trying to reach me, which I promptly denied as I found that to be a bit more than creepy. I know I have long lost text messages of them trying to reach out, to see "how" I'm doing, and just overall try to find out what I'm up to.

What finally made me crack was a lengthy email that I received from Jude back in May, mere days before what would inevitably tank my career. I got one of the most disturbing emails from them, them basically wanting to start over, and try to be friends/and a possible relationship.

I promptly denied anything regarding the email, told Jude to leave me alone, and told them good-bye.

Their response? Calling me a rapist, and a "great" role model.

I cannot describe to you how much this infuriated me, to be called something that the said abuser did to ME of all things. I've done all that I could at that point to get away from him and him trying to crawl back into my life as if I would be open and accepting? No sir, not one bit.

I think the most fucked up thing he did was try to tell my dad of all people that I raped him, and my dad called me up confused to high hell on what he meant. I explained everything to my dad, shown him the emails, and he saw the issues at hand with what Jude was doing.

I've already filed some things with local police in my area, and as such I've talked to my therapist long term about these things. I'm writing this also as a way to get this off my chest, amongst a personal message to Jude.

Leave me, and my family alone Jude. I don't appreciate you trying to be buddy buddy with me and as such try to slander me into something when you're the insanely fucked individual I've dealt with for nearly a decade. Let me go and you can go about on your own merry way.

[hatsunevitu]

did i mention i love kyman crossovers? i have come up with a kyman au that is a crossover with infinity train.

first of all if someone has no idea what infinity train is, that’s a cartoon about an odd train with an endless amount of cars in it. people get to this train suddenly, and they have a green flashing number on their hand, each is individual. it represents the main psychological trouble a person has. number can go up and down depending on how far a person is from solving the problem. the main aim of the train is to help ppl solve their trouble and make peace with themselves. (for example the main character of season 1 was a girl whose parents were divorced, and she blamed herself for that. she could only get off the train when she realised she’s not responsible for their decision and sometimes things change for the better)

so basically m4 + butters got to the train to the different cars each, but eventually they would find each other. i think first of all kyle found someone like butters or kenny, and cartman found stan. they would wander around through all those cars trying to understand the meaning of the numbers. when they finally all met up they saw that everyone’s numbers are different (butters has the biggest one and kenny has the least one) except for kyman because they share the same number. and it really pisses them off, because they have no idea why the hell they have something (anything) in common. so they’d start arguing and fighting AND THE NUMBER SUDDENLY WENT UP.

cartman: Aye! Are you copying me or what?

kyle: What are you talking about, Fata– oh! Your number! The same as mine…

cartman: Yeah, Kahl, that’s what I wanted to ask you about!

kyle: I have no idea why it is this way. Probably a coincidence?

cartman: What are the odds of this, huh?

kyle: I don’t know! And fuck off already, I’m already pretty sick of hearing you again.

cartman: You’re sick?? I’m the one who is forced to stay in a godforsaken closeted space with fucking Kyle!

kyle: Ughhh, it was much better to walk with Kenny, you fat fuck.

cartman: Yes, I also prefer Stan’s company muuuch better! …Wait.

kyle: Huh?

cartman: The number. It changed. It was 167 and now it’s 176!

kyle: …Mine too…

cartman: So they are connected.

kyle: I guess they are…

cartman: Oh, screw it, now my number is connected to the jew’s number! That’s not good, I swear it’s a bad luck…

kyle: Shut up already, would you?? I’m trying to think. You made our numbers go up.

cartman: Oh, so now it’s my fault?!

kyle: Whose else could it be?

cartman: My number was totally fine until I met you! I bet you did something to it and now because of your tricks I’ll never leave that train and never go home and that means I’ll never eat my goddamn KFC dinner my mother had promised me today.

kyle: Oh, so that’s the only thing that bothers you??

cartman: No, it actually bothers me a lot that I’m stuck here with you, of all people!!

(lmao btw the numbers are not random, 167 is a number of s16e7 “cartman finds love” and 176 is “ginger cow :D)

so they fight a lot and their number goes up and up, and then cartman does one small nice things for kyle and number goes a but down, so he realises the number depends on their friendship??? so he starts using it trying to act nice and good to kyle (not genuinely ofc)

cartman, opens the car’s door for kyle: After you, my dear friend.

kyle: What are you doing?

cartman: What? Just trying to help you, that’s all.

kyle: …You enter this one first.

cartman: What. Why?

kyle: I don’t trust you. It’s probably the most dangerous one and you just want to lock me there or something.

cartman: Why would I do that, Kahl?

kyle: Because you hate me.

cartman: That’s not true! It’s just friendly fighting, nothing more. Come on, Kyle, I’ll help you with that car! Hey, and did I mention you look sooo great today?

kyle, raising an eyebrow: The fuck are you talking about? What’s the catch? And why do you keep looking at your number?

cartman: Oh my GOD! Can’t I just be nice to you for a goddamn minute without you suspecting me of some delusional ideas, you fucking jew?!

kyle: I want to know why you’re nice, because I will never believe you’re genuine about that.

cartman: Oh, for fuck’s sake, just keep going!

and he realises it doesn’t work until it’s sincere.

so it takes them about two months to fix their friendship and be honest about it. that they don’t actually hate each other, that they have much more in common than they thought. and then they’re stuck at something like 10, for, um, two weeks. nothing they do can change their number no matter how nice and good they are to each other. the thing is the train wanted them to be honest to themselves, and they couldn’t do it without admitting they like each other more than friends :3

AND OH GOD PLS TELL ME IT DOESN’T SOUND DELUSIONAL AND CRINGE BECAUSE IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SHIT FOR LIKE THE WHOLE DAY.

#south park #sp #eric cartman #kyman #sp kyman #kyle x cartman #kyle broflovski #cartman x kyle #kyman headcanon #sp cartman #sp kyle #kyman crossover #infinity train #I LOVE STUPID CROSSOVERS #idk if anyone here has even watched both infinity train and south park but