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First Come, First Serve (Doctor Isshin Kurosaki x Reader Roleplay) 18+ NSFW‼️

AN: Voila! The title of the fic says it all and I finally finished it. This scenario was sitting in my drafts since JUNE. And like always, thinking of an idea for a dilf like isshin drives me nuts. I hope I executed this perfectly. Basically, imagine it as an ASMR experiment? I guess it’s a roleply scenario? Idk ! he’s a doctor and is happily married to reader! 💕plus, reader calls him “Isshi” cause it’s cute. Anyway,this was actually fun to write - I hope you enjoy it! 💕

THIS IS A CONSENSUAL ROLEPLAY SCENARIO.

Synopsis: Isshin randomly giving his lovely wife a “checkup” first thing in the morning but they have to be quiet. So they won’t wake up Yuzu.😅

WARNING: isshin being a goofball, ROLEPLAY, slow start to smut, foreplay, slight DOM, smut, DILF, NSFW‼️, GRAMMAR

THIS IS A CONSENSUAL ROLEPLAY SCENARIO. Gotta repeat myself cuz some ppl be dumb/blind af

Take your time reading due to pacing! Enjoy! ☺️❤️

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The sounds of clattering and boiling sounds gently echoed in the kitchen. There, you stood in front of the stove, in your silky night dress, Stirring the boiling eggs in the pot and the potatoes in the other. It was a bright and quiet Saturday morning in the Kurosaki household. You, like always, are the first to get up to prepare breakfast for your family (in-law). but, your husband, isshin, beat you to it this time.

You were preparing a light breakfast for yourself at almost 11am. Isshin had dropped off Karen to soccer practice and ichigo left to hang out with his friends in Tokyo, and Little yuzu was the only one that stayed home — Still asleep. Earlier, Yuzu mumbled that she didn’t want what you were making for breakfast and that she wanted cereal, you recalled while humming a favorite tune as you began peeling the egg shells and placed the eggs on the white plate next to your potatoes.

A few minutes passed while you ate your breakfast quietly. Soon, you heard a familiar sound from a car that sounded like it locked. Then, the sound of the front sliding door getting unlocked and then it sliding open. Finally, You heard a long sigh. One that sounded like it was a “relief” to hear. You noticed It was your husband, Isshin. A faint smile on your face, You got up and walked to the sink to clean up your mess. You guessed Karen got annoyed about something that she almost beat him to the ground. But you mentally discarded the thought as you heard his footsteps enter the kitchen.

“Ooh.” He sounded gruffly, standing in the doorway, happy to see that you’re awake now. You turned your head and smiled softly at the man in sight before turning back to clean your mess in the sink. “Well good morning to you too, my beautiful wife.” He continued, walking to his ray of sunshine. You. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and planted a light kiss on your temple. “Mmm.” He groaned, absorbing your presence while he hid his face in your neck.

“Good morning, honey.” You said softly, raising your hand to stroke your the back of the dark haired man’s head, gently. He gave another pleasing groan before he said, “I feel so much better now than I was sending Karen to practice. We were almost late. ” He ended with a chuckle. “You’re here now so that’s all that matters, love.” You assured him, turning off the faucet and quickly wiping away some of the water off the sink. Isshin hummed in agreement and tightened his hold around you a little more. Embracing your warmth. You caressed the top of his hand where it stayed on your tummy before turning to him. You both looked into each other’s eyes for a moment.

The white noise was filled the room comfortably while you both absorbed each other’s presence. “You have me head over heels, honey.” His eyes glinted, taking in your beautiful face. You giggled. Remembering the times he said that to you when you dated him — in the earlier stages of the relationship. “I know that, isshi’” you lightly snorted. “You said that over million times before.” Reminding him. “And I’ll say it a billion times more.” He replied, pulling your closer to him, chest to chest. “Like, during your check-up.” He pointed out, hiding his grin as he watched the way your dowey eyes slowly blinked in confusion.

“Eh?” You’re confused. Indeed. You looked up at him for answers but he didn’t speak more after that.

His clinic is open on Saturdays now? Is he allowing some of his patients to come in for a follow-up?

Your head was filling up with questions and isshin knew it was while he continued looking at your beautiful orbs. “N-no…I’m not due for a check-up, isshi.” You gave him a worried and knowing look. In fact, you were still having war flashbacks when you were having a checkup with your husband (slash doctor) and it led to passionate love-making in the patient room. Which of course, got interrupted by a patient that hollered at the front desk, if anyone was there for them to check-in for their (supposed) appointment. But, they were also also concerned about you. since you were a bit loud in the patient room — getting pleased by your husband.

Isshin, who had forgotten that he had one last patient before closing, brushed it off by telling the person that he was working on removing a really bad burn on your arm. Thankfully, the patient gave a convincing head nod and the rest was history. With this, you never wanted to have or plan an appointment whenever a patient visits his clinic on the same day. “Yeah…” you convinced yourself again. “I don’t need one, honey.” Your hand caressed his chest, reassuringly. “And it’s Saturday.” Your eyes looked into his, “the clinic is closed today.” You spoke softly, you kept on reminding him and yourself.

Isshin moved his hand up under his chin and brushed his bristly hair and said, “Hmm. That’s is indeed true.” He puckered his lips — giving his signature thinking face. You watched him expectantly, still stroking his covered chest. “Hmm…” he said, your eyes slowly widening for an answer.

“Well! The earlier the better!” He winked and gave a thumbs up before taking your hand with his, and walking you to the other side of the house — the Kurosaki Clinic.

“Eh?! W-wait isshiii~” you whined, holding on to his hand, anyway. He smiled widely as he skipped through the hallway, victoriously.

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You sighed. “Hun. You check on me every day.” You reminded him. again — feeling like it’s been 10 times. Isshin is smart. Yet, he’s so silly. You thought. But he’s your silly husband. Whom you love so much. Especially when it comes to alone time.

Like this one, probably.

You both made it to the office. Quietly and safely — while being mindful that little yuzu is sleeping upstairs. He grabbed his clipboard from the front door and Of course, he had to triple check to see if he actually had any patients today, before he opened the patient room door. This man…You shook your head in disbelief. Luckily, he didn’t see.

He walked you inside with his hand still holding onto yours and closed the door behind you. You were going to walk to the patient bed but isshin gently pulled you back and whispered, “Put this on, honey.” You raised an eyebrow. He turned around to get an item from the top cabinet and gave it to you. It was a pink patient gown. The only one he selected for you, of course. You didn’t really need it but you couldn’t protest. He’s doing his job, you mentally noted.

“Okay. I’m changed, isshi.” You softly spoke, standing in the middle of the room. waiting for further instructions from your husband doctor. He turned around to see you in the new outfit. “You look beautiful, lovely” a smirk crept up his face as puts on his white lab coat and his stethoscope around his neck. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get started, shall we?” He wiggled his eyebrow and grabbed two rolling backless chairs for you and him.

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“Stop being silly!” You pointed, giggling at the man-child who was spinning around in his chair while he wrote down his notes. He asked you a few questions:

“ what do you eat?”

“how do you sleep?”

“what do you do each day?”

“what activities do you enjoy?”

And then, it led to the most self-answered questions like:

what your sex life is like?

And he looks up at you from his clipboard with a knowing grin on his face. Which you want to kick so bad.

He knows the answer. He’s great in bed — With you.

“It’s going great~ thank you for asking…Doctor” you emphasize the ladder, sarcastically. trying to not look annoyed; and not laugh at his antics. because he is your husband, in fact.

Afterwards, Isshin moved back to put his clipboard on the counter and rolled moved closer to you. “Alright. I’m going to listen to your pulses.” He puts on the stethoscope in his ears while you opened the robe a bit to reveal a bit of your chest. He placed the cool circular object on your chest for a few seconds and did the same on the other areas of your body: lungs and intestines. You watched his hand movements and then you looked at him. He looks so focused in his work that you blushed a little. He looks very handsome doing his work too, you thought. Then, he moved the object up to your heart. “Breathe in, slowly.” He said lowly and focused. You submitted. He Listened to your heartbeat. They were music to his ears.

“Now, Breathe out, slowly.” You followed. He groaned in satisfaction. It sounded throaty that you giggled softly, a faint smile on your face. “I can tell that you’re so in love with me, honey.” He chuckled, still listening to your heart beating in his ears. “Isshin!” You whispered, gently smacking his shoulder. He’s so cheesy. “Whaaat? I can’t compliment my wife?” He joked, leaning back to put the medical instrument around his neck. “Alright.” He clapped. “Next are your ears.” He took out the Otodcope from his pocket and leaned over to see your ear.

You held your breath for a moment. His face was so close to yours. You can see his chest hair peeking out his floral shirt. He smelled good too. He used your favorite cologne — the one you bought for his birthday. Sharp and musky with a bit of spice. You described. It fits him very well.

“Raise your hand if you can hear the beeping sounds.” He ordered, while observing the insides of your ear. You did. After a while, he cleaned the device and puts it back in his pocket. “Good to know that you can… hear me perfectly.” He grinned, looking at you with a deep meaning behind it. You blushed. “I-isshi, stop being childish and just do your job.” You pouted, failing to look serious. “But Where’s the fun in that?” His eyes glowered, still holding your gaze as he got up, then turning to his counter to write notes on his clipboard. “Plus, it’s Saturday.” He recycled your words from earlier. “Oh Shut up. I should be saying that, you know!” Crossing your arms, knowing that your goofy husband, the love of your life, just wants to make you feel good — even while he’s working.

“I know, I know.” He walked towards you, bending down to kiss your forehead gently, as an apology. “Aww. You’re too sweet.” You snorted, sounding sarcastic. “Hm. Well My lovely wife seems healthy so far. I gotta show some kind of appreciation for her.” He emphasized before giving you another forehead kiss. “Or else, I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.” He mumbled, pouting a bit.

Isshin turned back to his counter to take out a pair of gloves. You watched his broad back. Curious, you wondered what he meant by that statement. “What do you mean by appreciation?” Your check-up still isn’t done, you mentally noted. Isshin grunted while his fingers flexed to get inside the gloves. the sounds of the rubber coming from it rang in your ears from afar. “Maa…” he turned and walked towards you again. You looked at him and tilted your head. “You’ll see.” He said, his fingers tracing yours arms, signaling you to get up.

Suddenly, Isshin kicked the rolling chair away from the the two of you. Startling you. “Isshi -“ What -“ his hands slid under your patient gown and gripped your thighs from underneath. “Ah! Yelp!” You gasped, your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. “Wait - isshi -“ you grabbed onto his shirt, holding on to it tightly.

“We’re almost done!” He announced, closing the curtains from behind him and turned to walk to the patient bed. “Isshi! I’m not a baby!” You pointed, sitting on the bed. Also Trying to get a hold of what just happened. you frowned and looked up at the said man. Speechless. “What, I can’t help my lovely wife?” He muttered, chuckling as his covered hands stroked your thighs.

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“Stay still, honey.” He demanded, his voice came out low. He was checking for any signs of lumps. His hands caressed your body — hidden beneath the pink patient robe. His hands pressed against your body to feel any signs of it; making you feel a rush of anticipation. This is your husband that you’re talking about. His hands were distracting you from your thoughts. Your orbs followed his fingers as the fabric brushed against the gloves. The room was very quiet except for his throaty groans while he did his task. You quickly glanced up at his face and down to his hands. You’re not sure why you did that.

You gulped when he worked his hands up to your neck. You tucked your lips in - feeling his fingers brush your skin. He’s just doing his job. You reminded yourself. However, your eyes noticed that his brown ones were staring at your lips while his fingers checked for any bumps. You quivered when his fingers brushed against your favorite spot along you neck before he held your face up. Don’t speak. You told yourself. Anticipating what he might do next. Suddenly, he bent over and his soft lips met yours. It wrapped around yours with pent up desire. Slow yet deep. You didn’t protest. You accepted it. “Mm.” You closed your eyes while your lips followed his. His lips slowly smacked against yours — His tongue slipping into your mouth a few times to find yours until he did. The tip of his tongue circled yours for a moment before he broke the heated kiss. You bit your bottom lip and looked into his eyes while he held your face up.

“Rest assured, love.” He whispered, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, a glint in his eyes making you body feel fuzzy. Like he started the fire and he’s going to make sure he’ll get it all out. he peppered your lips with kisses as he was untying your gown from the front. You held his face — not wanting his lips to leave yours while you kissed him passionately. Soon after, he gently pulled the fabric off your shoulders while his lips were on yours and began kneading your globes. “Mm.” You quivered, his warm hands groping your flesh felt good. His palms grazed your nipples in circles before his fingertips stroked them softly — making them hard. You kept squirming under his touch due to your feather like touches.

He broke the kiss again and eyed your perky nipples. “They look healthy to me.” He chuckled, knowing that his ministrations always had a great effect on your body. You giggled softly, “you think so?” You whispered, looking down at him. He looked up at you for a moment and said, “Mm. perhaps, I need a second opinion.” He looked down at your pebbled nipples again.

Both of his index fingers flicked your nipples, gently. He gave a satisfied groan. Your nipples looked like they needed to be sucked on, badly. He contemplated it too while flicked them slowly. You put your hand on the back of his head and giggled. Reading his mind. He giggled too. “Isshi?” You called him softly. He looked up at you and leaned closer to one of your nipples and whispered, “sit up straight for me, honey.” He mumbled. You did. Soon after, your eyes widened when his long and thick tongue came out and licked around your nipple. “A-ah.” You breathe out, quivering from the sensation. You tucked in your lips and whimpered as the thick appendage licked it just right — on the center of it. Your shaky breathes goes unoticed. Isshin held on to your lower arms and brushed his thumbs on your soft skin as he did so. To keep you still.

“Mmm.” He moaned, His lips wrapped around your nipples and gently sucked it before flicking it. A long breathless moan left your lips. The light sounds from his wet tongue sounded in your ears. “Feels so good isshi.” You whispered, moaning softly as he circled his tongue on your nipples. His other hand moved to knead your free globe. Giving you the chance to brush your fingers in his hair. “Mmm.” He groaned, his eyes closed while he sucked your erect nipples with a deep and slow desire. He’s in heaven.

You rubbed your legs together as he moved to the other nipple— you were definitely getting wet as time went by. “Unh.” You breathed out, circling your fingers in his dark hair as his tongue circled your nipple. A few moments later, he removed his lips from your hardened nipples with a wet pop.

The cool air brushed your nipples making you twitch a bit. He looked at his hard work with a grin. You watched him while you panted. “They’re even healthier looking now.” He praised, groping both flesh. He moved up to pepper your lips with kisses in the very quiet room.

“Lay down, honey.”

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“Ngh…” you squirmed, laying on our elbows as you watched him steadily rub the wet fold of your pussy. He took a closer look at his fingers getting covered with your arousal. “So wet.” He muttered, hearing the light wet sounds while he rubbed it against his covered finger and thumb. He dipped his finger into his mouth and licked his finger. Your pussy kept throbbing as your eyes traced his tongue slowly licking it clean.

“Mmm.” He licked his lips and spread your legs further apart. “U-uuunh.” You moaned, circling your hips as his fingers explored your pussy — feeling his calloused fingers rub your sensitive clit side to side. He chuckled and moved up to kiss your lips, softly. Slowly, his lips smacked against yours as he did so — stroking your clit with his middle finger in circles. You moaned softly in the slow kisses and moved your hand down to his hand and pushed it down against your clit — circling your hips up to stroke your clit against it. A rush of pleasure fluttering through your body. “You’re pretty good at keeping track of your own…needs.” He praised, breaking away from the kiss softly and sliding his finger up and down your pussy, making you moan as you squirmed beneath him.

He leaned back and pushed you up against the pillows on the patient bed. “Isshi.” You whined, automatically holding your legs from underneath when you felt his big covered fingers spread your pussy open. “Ah!” You gasped, feeling his lips slowly leave open mouthed kisses on your clit. A satisfied groan left your throat and your head fell back on the pillow. You’re being mindful to not wake up little yuzu in her sleep. Your heavy pants echoed in the quiet patient room. His soft lips nibbled your folds as his tongue gently sucked on your clit while he gently peppered it with kisses. “O-oh.” You whispered, your pussy kept pulsating against his lips. “Ahh Isshi.” You breathed out, lowly. Your hips twitching under him.

The thick and slow smacking of his lips on your pussy is the only nosie that filled the room. And it rang in your ears as you watched him. “Ungh. Isshi…Feels so good.” You whispered , stroking his dark hair synchronously as he circled your clit. “Oh fuck.” You breathed out, his girthy tongue flicked your sobbing cunt passionately. After a while, you pushed his head down and lifted your legs up as you’re getting close to your orgasm. Your toes started cramping . “O-ooh.” You whispered roughly, having difficulty trying to control your breathes and your hips until you reached your first orgasm, abruptly.

You’re squirmed under his tongue which expertly explored your pussy. “Oh my god, isshi.” You praised breathlessly, in full bliss — your hand still on top of his head, the other in a small fist next your mouth while your eyes were closed. His head tilted to the side to lick your cunt and up to your clit. Licking it up and down, paninfully slow. You took a deep breath and grounded your hips deeply on the bed — seeking for sheer friction against his warm and savory muscle. It felt so good. Your chest heaved that it hurt.

Your whispered praises echoed in the room. “Oh. Yeah.” You placed both of your hands on his head and turned your head to the side and rolled your hips up to his mouth— relishing the heat of his tongue gilding your folds. Up and down. “Ughh.” You pulled his hair. He grunted and slurped your sobbing pussy. Your mouth widened and your back arched when he flicked your clit — making your hips stutter. “U-unh…” you panted heavily, circling your hips in tandem with his tongue swiping your clit. “Oh baby.” You whined, twitching underneath him.

“Mmm.” He groaned in satisfaction as he heard you suck in a long breath like a snake. Wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking it, gently. “Unh! ~ don’t stop.” You encouraged him, your hands brushing his hair messily. Eventually, he his thick tongue dipped into your cunt and you saw stars.

“Ngh.” You croaked, the heavy wet sounds echoed in the room. “Ahh. Lick it, lick it.” You whispered, you pushed his head deeper as he glided his tongue up to your clit and flicked it. Your pussy pulsated uncontrollably. “Unh!” you began rolling your his on his tongue, roughly. “Ooh fuck~ isshi…so good.~” he moaned while he bobbed his head leaving messy open mouthed kisses on your your sobbing pussy.

“Unh~” your breath hitched, your hands started trembling as you moved them down to his shoulders. “Isshi’…ah.” you stuttered, your stomach tightened as you got closer to your next release. “I-I’m g-gonna cum.” You whispered, your trembling fingers move up your mouth- trying to cover your whimpers and the callings of his name as your orgasm approached rapidly. Soon after, a fierce and violent rush of pleasure fluttered through your body - your mouth wide open as your head pushed back deeply into pillow — cumming.

“Good.” He licked his lips and rose up, watching you breathe heavily below him. His brown orbs trailed down to your throbbing pussy. “You’re completely fine there.”

Your eyes fluttered open while your pussy was still pulsating. He leaned forward. Closer to your face. Your fingers held his face and kissed him, deeply. His thick tongue wrapped around yours — endlessly tasting yourself. Deep kisses echoed in the room and behind the curtains. Your still want more.

“I want it.” You whispered against his lips. He was a little taken aback. but you’re his wife. So, without hesitation, he pulled you down to the end of the bed. Closer to his hips. He pushed his hips against yours. You felt his hard cock hidden underneath his black pants. He circled his hips — creating a mess on his pants from your arousal. “You want it, huh.” He said. You listened as you watched him unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. You sat up on your elbows and watched him pull out his hardened cock. You nodded as you watched him stroke its length. The thick dark hairs surrounding his cock and a few veins on made you clench on nothing.

“Isshi.”you called softly, pulling him closer by his waist with small your hand. Your Breath hitches when he rubbed the warm light brownish tip around your sobbing pussy and pushing it up against your clit. “Unh.” You moaned, spreading your legs as much as you could — your feet in the air before he pushed it in slowly. “Ooh.” You moaned softly, biting your lips as your watched his length enter your core. His soft throaty groan escaped him as he felt your plush walls pull him in. You leaned back on your hands when he held your legs from underneath and pushed it back a bit — spreading you open more.

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The legs under the bed creaked in the room. Your pants mixed with hisses echoed filled the room along with his throaty groans. Your arousal squelched every time he entered your sobbing core — your head nodding in pleasure of his pace. “Ahh.” You moaned, the tip poking your g-spot everytime he pushed in deeply — your walls spasming around his cock. You closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure between your legs. “Look at me.” He said, rolling his hips up each time he entered your sobbing pussy. You opened your eyes. They’re hazy while you’re trying to see his face clearly. “Don’t look away.” He ordered again, pulling you closer to him — your ass on the very end of the bed. “Oh baby.” You breathed out, his cock kept stroking your walls, lovingly.

To reward you, a long thick line of spit fell on your clit. Warm and fuzzy. “Unh.” You moaned, feeling the warmth slowly drip drip down your pussy. “Unh..yeah.” You praised, feeling his thumb smother it on your clit in circles. You whimpered and rolled your hips up. “Like that, isshi.” You encouraged him, raising your hips off the bed and pushed it forward to meet his thrusts. His thumb felt so good rubbing your clit — making you clench around his cock, lovingly.

He Increased his pace and added more of his spit on your pussy. The filthy squelching sounds mixed with your arousal echoed in the thick atmosphere. You looked down and saw white rings on his length. Especially, the mess you and him made — Smothering the two of you. It kissed each other loudly each time his hips met yours roughly — slapping one another, making it extremely lewd.

“Unghh.” He grunted lowly, leaning closer to your face. “You feel so good, honey. Taking me so well.” He praised, his pupils were dark and wide. You gazed at them for a moment before he kissed you deeply. “Mm.” You whimpered, your assets quickly responding to his deep thrusts. The thick wet slapping sounds had gotten louder and filthier. His kisses moved down to your jawline and under your neck — hiding his face there. You felt his warm exhales on your skin making your wallls tighten around his girth.

Soon after, his hips slammed against yours quickly. “U-ungh!” You breathed out, your head had fallen back. “Shit.” He groaned roughly, gripping your ass and pulling you roughly towards him while he pounded into your core. You whined and stared at the ceiling, panting. your hand held onto the back of his neck. Your legs were dangling in the air in his hold — as they’ve been putty for a long period of time.

“Isshi!” You whispered loudly, his tip hitting your g-spot. Suddenly, a long groan left his throat when he felt your walls trembling uncontrollably around his cock. Your nails digged into his neck while your pussy was pulsating until you released — squirting on him. You panted quickly — getting overstimulated by his quick thrusts until he slammed his hips once more and froze. the bed creaking stopped; a rush of warm liquid covered your spongy walls.

You both remained unmoved. Letting out heavy pants. His cock twitched in your core making you quiver in his hold. He peppered your neck with kisses and moved up to your lips. Your lips wrapped around his lazily. He broke the kiss and looked at the mess in between you two. “Heh. This proves that you are in a very healthy state.” He chuckled, giving a few slow thrusts before he pulled out. His cum dripping down his length. “This concludes your check-up, honey.” He grinned stupidly with a sweaty smile on his face.

You scoffed. Youre cool down was taking a while to fade. “you’re insufferable!” You managed to say and smacked his shoulder. He massaged your legs with his a pout. “enough, I’m going to take a shower. And Don’t follow me!” You told him, tying your gown in annoyance and then struggling to get off the bed while he zipped up his pants.

“Oh? I will. You’re crippled!” He chuckled again, watching you struggle before throwing his gloves in the nearest bin and then picking you up bridal style. “Isshi!” You warned him, having enough of his antics.

I know you enjoyed it. He mentally noted.

“That’s, Doctor Isshin, for you, honey.” He laughed while you tried to get out of his hold.

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#i tried i really did #but I know I ate this up #at least it’s done 😮‍💨#isshin kurosaki #isshin shiba #isshin kurosaki x reader #bleach #bleach imagines #bleach x reader #bleach smut #bleach headcanons

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starlitangels · 1 month

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Hi! Great I understand I have a ton of channels and stories I could rant about for ages! There’s a good mix of them all here :)

Shezu Rivera

The Neon Noir series: The series follows the listener (Rookie) in a cyberpunk setting as a new recruit in a police force, recently magic has returned to earth and its set in the future and she has put so much work into it

Sunshine in the Moonlight: This series follows a listener (sunshine) a werewolf fighting against old enemies of their hodgepodge pack for the title of alpha with their human best friend learning about werewolves as she goes and writes about it.

The Suncoast: Currently this story only has one episode out but it follows a bunch of different listeners and characters in a town with a bunch to discover (I’m very excited about it)

The Countess: (this one is a bit more romantically focused at the beginning) The listener (darling/pet) is a college student that while finishing up their degree has been employed as an employee in a manor owned by the vampire countess Ainora (or as she’s affectionately referred to “The Countess”)

In between most of these she has a bunch of miscellaneous public scripts she does :)

Parasocial Panther

She has a whole slew of uniquely crafted second person pov stories where sometimes there’s a listener and sometimes there’s not and you get to see this story play out. (Most of these are romantic stories but they are usually tied to a good amount of plot)

Glitch Audio

A beautiful channel that follows a whole narrative crafted in her original world, Untteram. It has a 45 episodes with a spy, a princess, a maid, a goddess, and a vampire. (There are definitely a few more but I can’t think of them off the top of my head)

Lightforged ASMR

More romantically focused audios that follows a bunch of characters one of my favorites Len, is a tragically but beautifully written vampire character. (I should mention it’s been a year since the creator last updated but if you enjoy like castleaudios type content then I highly suggest you check out her out)

Cool! Thank you, Echo!

#answered #Echo ♥️

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night-unfurls-its-splendour · 1 year

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Phantom of the Opera Soundscape Library

This is a masterlist of PotO inspired soundscapes I've created. I struggled for weeks to find good ASMR ambience for writing until my good friend @enigmawritesstuff put me on to the myNoise.net sound generator.

Though I created these for some of the hyper-specific settings in my fic When the Longing Returns, (the stable, the dormitory, etc.), they're also good for general PotO ambience. I figure if I can't find good Lair or opera house asmr, most other writers and readers probably can't either. So please, consider this a resource, my gift to you, for the good of all Phan-kind.

Wandering Child (Church Bells (slow), Wind and tree creaks, Wind, Church Bells (faster), Footsteps in snow, Crows, Carriage, Horse and harness, Wind 2, Horse hooves)

Cemetery Walk Preset

Carriage Ride Preset

Carriage House/Opera Stable (Distant Bells, ambient tone, barn/stable, horse munching, distant crowd chatter, distant clatter 1, footsteps, distant clatter 2, blacksmith hammer, rustling hay)

Opera House (Low ambient string tone, deep ambient tone, higher string tone, fireplace crackle, distant singing, flame, crowd chatter, steps, gaslight hiss, cheery babble)

Hallway Preset

Refectory Preset

Foyer Preset (Crowded)

Foyer Preset (Empty)

Empty Stage Preset

Dressing Room Preset

Backstage (Low ambient strings, deep ambient tone, higher ambient strings, ambient horns, flame, crowd chatter, distant clatter (2 kinds), hammering, gaslight hiss)

Ballet Dormitory (Ambient tone, blowing fabric, bells, window wind, wooden creaks (2 kinds), whispering, morning birds, gaslight hiss, cheery babble)

Day Preset

Bedtime Preset

Night Preset

In the Bois (Background Paris, winter wind, Church Bells, snowy footsteps, trotting horses, birds, carriages, children playing, snow thaw, cheery babble)

Phantom's Lair (Lapping water, oar/pole in water, low ambient tone, organ music, lantern/gate squeak, torch/flame, horse & harness, footsteps, pen scratching paper, dripping water)

Tunnel Walk Preset

Boat Ride Preset

Erik Composing Preset

The Setting Sun Inn (Church bells, Chatter, Fireplace (three kinds), footsteps, coin clink, table sounds, wind whistle, light snow) Note: This is the first scape I've done exclusively for Gaston Leroux's novel. When Raoul follows Christine to Perros they lodge at the little inn there, called the Setting Sun, run by one Mme. Tricarde.

Breton Winter (Chilly coastal sounds, night birds, wind rustling heather, crashing waves, light snow) Another 'scape for Leroux, also for The Magic Violin. I've tried to capture the hillside on the edge of the moor overlooking the sea where Christine tells Raoul about her visits from "the Angel of Music"

Other Soundscapes

Chateau Destler (For Guardian Angel by @madamedestler)

Chateau de Chagny (For The Phantom's Atonement by MadameDestler, Chapter's 1 and 3)

Christine's Room Preset

Engagement Party Preset

Madame Bassett's (For The Phantom's Atonement by MadameDestler, Chapters 2, 14, and 15 )

Lounge Preset

Claire's Room Preset

Lyon Cottage (For The Phantom's Atonement by @madamedestler)

Cozy Evening Preset (With Rain)

Cozy Evening Preset (No Rain)

Spring Afternoon Preset

Church Saint-Jacques (For Corpus Christi by @madamedestler. A little combination of Church echo, wooden creaks, fabric rustle, and most important for any sinful assignation--rain and thunder. This is such a vivid setting for a fic, and I really wanted an excuse to do a Cathedral scape. The Church Saint-Jacques is one of the two actual churches in Perros-Guirec. The one that features in Leroux's book may be the other: the Chapel Notre-Dame-de-la-Clarte)

Christine's Sleeping Cell Preset

Night Confession Preset

Sounds of St. Florent (For Sacred by TryingNotToLoveYou. This is such a breath of fresh air. Very specific to the fic because of the Corsica setting, but really good fun because of all the sounds one doesn't often get to use for a PotO scape.)

Boat Ride Preset

Dining Hall Preset

Rain Dance Preset

In Church Preset

For Salvation by TryingNotToLoveYou

Walk from Vornay (For Chapters 1 and 3)

Tavern Preset

Windy Walk Preset

Chateaux Menetou

Chateaux by Night Preset

Chateaux by Day Preset

Dinner Preset

By the Stream Preset

Horse Ride Preset

Bellanger Ball (For Chapters 18 and 19)

At the Ball Preset

Carriage Ride Preset

#phantom of the opera #poto #soundscapes #ambience #poto ambience #the phantom of the opera #when the longing returns #poto fanfiction

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jaehunnyy · 2 years

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A/N: Hi lovies! This is actually my first post here, after i haven't written anything in like 4 or 5 years. So, enjoy a bit of my broken imagination regarding boyfie Jen 🥰 Hope y'all are having a good day/night!

Special thankies to my amazing friend, @sungbeam, who read this beforehand for me, supported and encouraged my decision of posting this. Please show her some love as well! 💕

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Genre: fluff

Word count: 819

Pairing: boyfriend!Jeno × reader

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The only sounds heard outside were the little chirps of the birds that got lost in the night's darkness. Everything was covered in the calming, cool breeze offered by midnight, the only source of illumination being the dim lights on the street. It was a comforting feeling, mostly because it was another day in which you'd fall asleep in your boyfriend's soft embrace, his strong but welcoming arms holding you like there was no tomorrow. His hands were finding their way in your soft, freshly washed hair, carefully combing it with his long fingers. You smiled softly at the feeling, wrapping the fluffy blanket around yourselves once again, the action being followed by a soft creak coming from the chair you were sitting on.

"Are you cold, sweetheart? Do you want to go inside?"

Jeno's deep, but sweet voice echoed through the little space you were occupying, the little concern present in it making you giggle. His favorite sound.

"No, let's just... stay a little more like this. Late night talks on the balcony have become my favorite thing. Only because it's you I talk with."

His eye smile didn't hesitate to appear at your little remark. His expressive, black pupils were now nowhere to be seen, hidden by the pure bliss his heart was feeling when being close to yours.

"Want me to comb your hair? I want you to sleep well, so just let me relax you for a bit."

A breathy laugh escaped from your mouth at your boyfriend's cheesy state. He was always emotional and clingy in the night time, but you were already used to his little antics.

"Aren't you already doing this, honey? Your hands have been in my hair since we got here, and that was at least 1 hour ago."

He smiled again, the joyful curl of his lips being followed by your own little smile.

"I mean... Can I use an actual hair brush this time?"

You just nodded, resting your sleepy head on his shoulder for a few seconds. You loved the safety he was giving you, the pureness of his actions and words increasing your heartbeat in the sweetest way possible. He took the hair brush and started to comb your hair correctly this time, making sure that no hair strand is neglected. You've always loved to have someone playing in your hair, a fact proved by the little shivers down your spine. Jeno's passion for asmr was also easy to read in moments like these, visible in the way he was talking, and the way he was acting. He was always like this when it was close to your bedtime. You felt your hair being gently handled in what seemed to be a braid. Then, you felt a soft pair of silky, pink lips on your hair, both of your temples, forehead, nose, and cheeks.

"Hey babe, look at me."

His voice resonated again, his cold hand grabbing your cheek lovingly. You immediately shifted from your position to fulfill his wish, meeting his honest, vivid orbs once again. The eyes you could never get tired of, the face you couldn't get your stare off, the boy you couldn't even dare to think about ever leaving. His pillowy lips on yours were the thing that woke you up from your daydreaming, making you decide not to waste any more time and kiss him back. A bundle of emotions exploded in both of your chests, the pure love surrounding the air that you breathed. You smiled over his lips, pecking them again. He chuckled, one hand moving to rub your back while the other rested on your cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin on it.

"I love you more than you can imagine, angel. And I keep falling in love with you, more with every day that goes by."

You almost teared at his heartwarming words, your hands holding his small waist softly.

"I love you too, Jeno. And I would never replace you with anyone else, my love."

After sealing your meaningful words with a tender kiss, under the moonlight, you settled your head on your boyfriend's chest, the sound of his fast heartbeat being the most enjoyable way for you to fall asleep.

"You know, love, you really look like a puppy right now. A happy one."

You giggled the words away, looking at Jeno's sarcastic look.

"Don't ruin the moooood."

He whined softly, but he secretly loved the little joke he was so used to already. He brought you even closer to his body, wanting you to feel all his warmth, cuddling you with all the care he was capable of giving. The little kisses littered on your face were the last thing you remembered before closing your eyes in pure delight, stepping in the new world of dreams, a world that circled around the same boy you wouldn't ever get tired of.

#jeno drabbles #jeno nct dream #nct drabbles #boyfriend #comfort #jeno fluff #jeno x reader #jeno soft hours

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anomaly-hivemind · 8 months

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The Gaymer Chair

Warning(s): why did i write this, porn without plot, masturbation, mildly dub-con, inanimate object porn, original non-binary character, dry humping, grinding, porn watching, internal monologue, crack treated seriously, vaginal fingering, toys, knotting dildos?, edging, android, oral(everyone?) overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, vaginal sex, praise kink,orgasm denial, orgasam control, brat, brat tamer

Summary: When a simple night to herself derails in a way she wouldn't have expected, she can't help that this turn of events is turning her on even more.

Part One

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Wjian sat at her desk, the purple led lights illuminating her pale skin. She was on discord playing league of legends with some others on her server and was about to log off for the night.

“Okay, guys, I should really be getting to bed now, but I’ll totally talk to you later; bye-bye!” Wjian said before logging out of the server. She let out a tired huff leaning back into her pastel chair. Wjian’s hands traveled up to her head, her soft, dainty hands wrapped around her pink cat-ear headphones.

“Owie,” Wjian exclaimed as she stopped pulling the headphones. A lock of her long blonde hair was caught in the adjusters of the headphones.

As Wjian gently tugged at the strand of hair a cold chill ran up her back making her arched slightly.

“It’s kinda cold in here, I wonder if mom will let me turn the A/C up?” Wjian said to herself, clutching her sweatshirt closer to her small figure.

“WJIAN!” Her mother called in her valley girl accent.

“Yes?” Wjian said, poking her head out her door.

“You’re dad finally came back with the milk so we’re going out to dinner since it’s date night. Be careful and don’t forget to lock up before you go to bed okay? Okay, love you, bye bye girlie!”

Welp I’m home alone Wjian, thought to herself. She leaned back into the chair, contemplating on what she would do next.

Sitting back up she looked down into her lap to see her hair untangled from her headphones. She didn’t think much of it and grabbed her phone at the sound of the personalized text tone of her best friend, Dio Brando. Who had sent her a tiktok. She opened up the app and watched a video about a man who had railed his poor girlfriend to a truly god awful song to have sex to.

“I wonder if you could actually get off to that?”

She let the tiktok play on loop as she thought about if she could get off to the terrible song that echoed in her eardrums. After listening to the sound for the longer version she came to the conclusion that she just didn't want to put herself through the song any longer.

But she did however want to tickle her inverted pickle now that she had thought about the idea of doing the activity. She was in the mindset now; standing up to grab her toy of good times from the sock drawer and sitting back in the soft pastel chair.

She opened up tumblr to look through random smut and find a Kakashi x reader with some tags she liked. She started playing an asmr for Kakashi on youtube and opened back up the tumblr tab. As her eyes scanned over the paragraph her body began to heat up, her pale skin flushed with color as a blush. She lifted up her top and threw it onto her bed behind and continued to scroll down the page.

She trailed a hand up to her chest fondling her supple breasts. She flick the bud of her nipples and short, quiet sighs. She skimmed through the fiction until a new line caught her sight.

Her warm cunt ached for attention as she pinched and rolled her nipples around between her fingers.

The last time she watched porn she had seen a few videos of girls grinding and humping against different objects: tables, chairs, washing machines. Hell, she had even seen videos of women riding car hitches and the shift gear.

She could feel the wetness collecting in her shorts just thinking about it. It may have been slightly strange , but she thought it was kinda hot. So she shimmed out of them. She hadn’t been wearing underwear that day so the soft cotton polyester blend of her large and very expensive flower seat cushion slightly tickled her bare skin.

Her mind drifted back to her previous thoughts of humping porn she had watched in the past.

Maybe I should try it, but it might hurt a little. Maybe I should put some underwear on, or put my shorts back on? No no! What if I squirt or something then it’ll just run down my legs and make a mess. A towel maybe? Yeah! I’ll put a towel over it. Wjian thought before walking over to grab a towel.

Chaise Pov

I stand in the room I was built in, staring at the screens of the computers. I sit in the short silence of the woman that assembled me into being. She stared at the blinding blue lights. This woman never seems to be away from this desk area. Her pale fingers pushed at the keys as I struggled to hold in a sigh. She was going to be sitting on me for hours to come.

She took a towel and placed it over one of my arms before she took a few steps to stand over it. What was she about to do? She lowered her body onto my arm and I could feel the pulsing of her cunt through the towel. I could feel heat in my cushions, which is a bit strange since I didn’t have seat warmers but whatever.

Wjian ground her hips against my arm and let out soft moans.

“F-fuck,” she whispered.

Damn, she seems to be enjoying herself, but what actually is she doing? I thought about moving but she might slip cause she’s pretty clumsy; I’ve watched her trip in nothing but air, which I admit sounds a bit creepy but hey, I’m a chair.

“Wjian what are you doing?” I asked. Wjian jumped back, hitting her lower back against her desk.

“Owchie that hurt!” Wjian said, rubbing where she had hit the desk.

“Who said what? A peeper? A perv?! A peeping perv!” Wjian said looking around wildly while she used her arm to cover herself which was mostly unsuccessful as she only covered her nipples and vagina.

“Sorry to breaking it to you but if anyone’s a perv it’s you Wjian, you were just rubbing your coochie on my arm,”

She looked at both of her sides to see if anyone was watching her and trying to play a prank on her.

“Has all that time in front of a pc made you blind or something? I’m right in front of you l'amour.”

“A ghost!?” Wjian exclaimed, her eyes wide in surprise

“No, I’m the chair you were just rubbing on like a little slut.”

“B-but you’re a chair!”

“Yeah I just said that dumbass,”

“H-h-how?”

“I don't know actually.” The chair swayed slightly.

Silence filled the room for a moment as she pondered what to say next.

“Could you feel what I was doing?”

“Well yeah, it's my arm.”

“Oh, well um…sorry about that.” she began to rise from my arm before stopping to speak again.

“What does it feel like for you?”

“Quoi?”

“huh?

“Sorry, I said what?

“You said you could feel me, so what does it feel like?”

“I don’t know, it just… feels,”

“Wow, very descriptive, you got a name I can call you?” Wjian shifts with her thin towel looking down.

“You can call me Chaise.”

Third person.

Wjian placed a foot on the seat cushioning as she leaned forward. Letting the towel fall from her and back on the arm of the gaming chair. Making them lean back a few inches.

“Chaise huh, so… I’m not quite sure what to say, how long have you been… um… sentient?”

“Since you assembled me,”

“Does that make me your mom or something?”

“No, why would you even ask me that! And you never answered my question from before,”

“What question?”

“When you were sliding your pussy across my arm like a bitch in heat I asked what you were doing?

“I was just trying to make myself feel good,”

“That’s what your fingers are for, slut,”

Wjian clenched her thighs together, wetness dripped down her legs. She had never been talked to like that before but she kinda liked it.

“So do you have private parts?” Wjian asked, her pale skin flushed with color as she nervously rubbed her thighs together.

“I dunno,”

“Can I… can I find them for you?”

“What? Speak up,”

“I said can I find them for you?”

“Can you what?

“I said can I find them for you!” her body heated up as her ears burned from the embarrassment that she had just said something like that to a sentient chair.

“Oui, why don't you see if you can find something, I'm sure with your whore expertise you'll find what you're looking for,”

She nodded slightly and ran her flushed hands across the patted material slowly. She had no idea what she was doing right now and she didn't even know if it was working with the lack of reaction. She grabbed onto the armrest and pushed her knees on to the seat. Pushing the back of the chair down until she was basically laying bare on top of her sentient piece of furniture.

Chaise shifted under Wjian’s weight, a shiver of excitement ran through their padding as Wjian’s ample breasts pressed against them.

She took one of her hands and grabbed the underside of the chair and she heard a subtle sign come from the chair. She grabbed the lever for the height and held it with a firm grasp.

“T-That's definitely doing something for me.” Chaise’s rolled back.

“Really!” She put more pressure into her grip and got a short hum.

Wjian changed positions so that she was sitting down. She then placed one of her hands between her thighs. She moved her fingers in slow motions on her clit. Wjian let out a moan as she leaned back on Chaise.

Right as put a finger into herself, the chair abruptly spinned her around facing away from the desk. She was now facing her bed in slight shock.

“This is a great view.”

“How do you see stuff?”

“I think I could compare it to an out of body experience in a way.”

Wjian let out a hum as she contemplated what Chaise said. She leaned out of the chair to grab something from her secret compartment that she had forgotten.

Her colorful red and blue dildo she had bought at her local Spencer's. She held it in her hand and brushed it between her opening. Coating it in her liquids and she grabbed the armrest for support as she inserted her toy into herself.

Wjian let out a loud moan as the toy stretched her walls. She wiggled in her spot rubbing her ass against the cushions.

“You really are panting like a dog, aren't you,” Chaise speaking to her in their low, thick, accented voice made Wjian shiver.

“If you keep talking to me like that I-i might cum on the spot,” she pushed the toy deeper into her.

“That's the goal is it not.” Chaise the chair shook back and forth as they told Wjian.

“I just got an idea…” Wjian took out her Dildo and stood up with wobbling legs.

She pulled the seat pillow and tossed it onto her bed and plopped the suction cup end on the chair. Then she crouched on the chair, hovering over her toy.

“Oh I see, so the slut wants to act like she's riding me.”

Wjian slowly lowered her hips on to the red and blue dildo until she was halfway down. She lifted up before going deeper and repeating the process. Her juices dripped down in viscous droplets.

“You sure are making a mess of me,” Chaise groaned.

A loud moan filled the room as Wjian fully sank into the seat, covering the silicone slong. Wjian’s legs began to shake and she tilted her head back. Drool threatened to pool out of her mouth and down her chin.

Her titties bounced, as she hopped on her toy. Her skin glowed in the colorful lighting of her gamer setup. Wjian moved her hand to her exposed pearl.

In tandem to Wjian’s movement, Chaise rocked back and forth sending the colorful dildo deeper and deeper into her juicy cunt. Every movement pressed the thick dildo onto her sweet spot.

“S-hit this feels so good!” Wjian said, saliva dribbling down her face. Recalling earlier occurrences she snaked her hands down to the underside of Chaise’s seat and wrapped her soft hands around the lever. Chaise let out a low groan making the seat vibrate a little. Her hips ground into the seat she used her hand to stroke and jiggle Chaise’s lever.

Wjian could feel pressure building in her core and she sped up readily waiting for what was a glorious orgasm to come.

“ah-Aah”

“You sound so angelic right now.”

Waves of euphoric relief washed over Wjian, her wetness gushed over the seat and she cursed as she rode out her orgasmic high.

“Don’t slow down now that you’ve got what you wanted, keep going!”

Wjian vigorously slid her hands over the lever and grasped it firmly.

“F-fuck, I’m so close,” Chaise choked out, as the rocked the dildo steadily pressed into Wjians warm muff sending her into overstimulation.

“How does this even work?!”

“I don't know but, be a good little whore and keep at it,”

“Yes, if I’m good, will you praise me?”

“That all depends,”

Wjian continued working towards Chaise’s release and soon enough Chaise was sent shaking with pleasure. The back was sent flying back into a full recline and they shook with ecstasy.

Wjian yelped in surprise and grabbed on to Chaise's arms for support.

“I feel kinda strange!”

“What do you mean?”

“W-WHoa, what the hell is this?!”

“Calm down, what are you talking about?”

“I mean I know I said my vision was an out of body experience but now i’m actually out of body!”

Wjian felt a coldness in her forehead then her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.

“Chaise, is that you?”

“I guess so”

Before Wjian, stood or rather levitated an androgynous person; translucent with their dark skin and muted hair,lacking much life.

“Huh, so I was right, you are a ghost.” A smile on her.

“You think you’re so smart, you dirty little slut,”

“Hah- fuck me again!”

Chaise smiled to themselves at the sight of the blushing girl.

“Well you are a cutie, even if you are a slutty bimbo,”

“So is that round two I’m hearing?”

“Sure mi vida,”

“ooh you’re speaking my mother tongue”

“…Wait, so you aren’t White?”

Salutations, Darling Worker Bees! This was part one of one our original stories! We hope you loved it and that you’ll support us by reblogging and sharing this with all your sexual deviant friends. Part Two will be posted next week, Sept. 12th , at 12 pm EST. and there will be more stories like this coming. The Hive has a lot of plans in the works.

Lastly I just want to say a big thank you to CafeKitsune for allowing us to use these gorgeous banners, we’re literally so grateful and everyone please show your support to CafeKitsune for all the amazing work they do to make tumblr posts looks so pretty.

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writermuses · 20 days

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Open to: Anyone (Mun/Muse/FC must be 21+) Plot: Your muse walks in on Drake recording, so it must be time to find out where his money comes from... too bad he's definitely not shy about his body and disinclined to dress for this conversation. Possible Connection: Partner; roommate; friend; sibling, partner, or parent of partner/friend Muse: Drake Chadwick (Vinnie Hacker FC), 21, Sex worker

The conversation had seemed pretty clear, they had to go to work and run out to the grocery store after a few other errands. No point in waiting around to hang out meant he needed to pick up the place. Message received. In Drake's book, however, that meant it was time to rake in some extra cash to higher a cleaner. He waited for the garage to close before he went into his bathroom and cleaned up, shaving and trimming, putting some balm in his curly hair to keep the frizz out. A few snaps in the mirror for a couple of thirst traps on his secret socials: Big_DC_Energy, letting his audience know he'd be live and at their mercy within the hour.

The camera never went above Drake's neck, the secondary cameras on his lap and keyboard. To a roommate that didn't know what he did, it seemed like he was any other streamer. The high quality mic was great for ASMR, his clientele wanting everything from savoring every breathy moan to asking him to read smut novels. Sometimes his audience were absolutely feral but he was having a seemingly easy day of it in comparison to past requests. Today they were rolling in the donos to tell him to stroke himself at a pace of their pleasing while they controlled the vibe in his ass. Tame in comparison to the audience he pulled in during his late night streams. A sheen of sweat dripped down his chest, his moans and whimpers loud enough to echo through the house, and Drake had long since lost track of how long they'd been edging him. His lips were red and swollen from biting into his lip as the pushed him to the edge again, his cock pumping into his tight fist as he begged, "Please. Please, fuck. No, no, fuck. I'll do whatever you want. Please." And then his door opened and he only had just enough sense to reach over and mute his microphone.

#indie open #indie smut rp #ref: drake starters #smut

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foxsimthings · 2 years

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Tiamin Shi’haia and Torsten Johansen for @sammyshuno ‘s Nova and Jupiter respectively!!

(I was only going to do Tiamin but inspiration for Jorts struck so I had to do it ;-; Tiamin and her sister Minsolas were inspired by @simgerale ‘s story Holiday and are an alien race from my old story The Echo Project)

Tiamin Shi’haia

Possibly one of the few K’dashien left that still believes in love, Tiamin is a romantic at heart. She’s here on vacation visiting her eldest sister Minsolas following a dramatic breakup - dramatic to her, anyhow, and after her other sisters tired of listening to her play O Mio Babbino Caro on repeat for a week they conspired to send her off on a vacation to visit Minsolas, who has always been known for being the more... outgoing of the sisters.

It is Minsolas who is to blame for Tiamin being set up with Nova in the first place.

Tia is generally considered a gentle, cheery individual, but her feelings can be very intense and her empathy runs very deep. She has broken out in tears in public not once but three times over a video she saw on Simstube once about a calf rescued from a flood and reunited with its mother. Tiamin is the trope of violinists becoming emotional while playing, tears streaming down their cheeks as they play. But great sorrow is the counter-balance to the great joy she feels almost every day.

Tiamin likes to dress well, though her fashion sense is a bit more eclectic than her sister’s. The Shi’haia sisters are all marked with a different colour and tend to veer toward palettes that suit, thus Tiamin tends to lean toward blues and teals. When she isn’t enjoying the flora and fauna of this planet, experiencing ‘human’ life with Minsolas or annoying her neighbours with a passionate violin solo at odd hours of the night, Tiamin can be found in her jammies watching charming Simstube videos of historic dressmaking, hair styles of old times and cooking, baking and painting ASMR.

Torsten Johansen

Torsten is not the kind of man anyone should want to bring home to Mom. He keeps to himself most of the time, but folks around town know him well enough; he’d be hard to miss, massive bear of a man like him stomping into town once every few months to stock up on supplies. He generally lives up in the woods by himself in a cabin he’s been working on building by hand since he was honourably discharged from the military. The cabin itself is finished, but there’s always another project. Last summer it was a deck, this summer it’s the tool shed.

Torsten is a man of few words. He’s very confident and often comes off more than a little arrogant. He has a voice like thunder and smells perpetually of campfire and pine; maybe that’s why Minsolas Shi’haia fell for him in the first place. He was shaggy and gruff and hard, and Minsolas admired that animal side. Torsten needs a challenge, but she was too challenging, too needy and fussy. And maybe there were problems with him too, but far be it from him to admit as much. Torsten likes a hunt, he enjoys a little push-back, a little chase, but if the meal isn’t worth the hunt, his interest will wane quite quickly.

The circumstances of his discharge are a mystery to all. He has no family in town, no friends, no allies. The man exists only briefly, and then is little more than the memory of campfire and pine.

#sims 4 #ts4 #sammyshuno #cutting it close on this one efskf #yikers

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thespreadsheetzone · 1 year

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Poems I Like, part 3: The Voice You Hear When You Read Silently by Thomas Lux

is not silent, it is a speaking- out-loud voice in your head; it is spoken, a voice is saying it as you read. It's the writer's words, of course, in a literary sense his or her 'voice' but the sound of that voice is the sound of your voice. Not the sound your friends know or the sound of a tape played back but your voice caught in the dark cathedral of your skull, your voice heard by an internal ear informed by internal abstracts and what you know by feeling, having felt. It is your voice saying, for example, the word 'barn' that the writer wrote but the 'barn' you say is a barn you know or knew. The voice in your head, speaking as you read, never says anything neutrally- some people hated the barn they knew, some people love the barn they know so you hear the word loaded and a sensory constellation is lit: horse-gnawed stalls, hayloft, black heat tape wrapping a water pipe, a slippery spilled chirr of oats from a split sack, the bony, filthy haunches of cows… And 'barn' is only a noun- no verb or subject has entered into the sentence yet! The voice you hear when you read to yourself is the clearest voice: you speak it speaking to you.

A pretty short one this time, but what little I have to say proves the poet's plainly-stated point perfectly:

When I first read this, years ago in a high school classroom, the line that caught my attention was "slippery/spilled chirr of oats." I could hear it in my head so clearly that it stunned me, and I had to sit back and just run that sound in my mind again and again for a solid minute. I absolutely did not complete the assignment of analyzing the poem in preparation for a class discussion, but I nonetheless completed the larger objective of Appreciating Poetry.

There's something about that particular onomatopoeia that really, really comes through to me. I love sounds like that, dry rustling white noise - actually, in the same vein there was a big bulky grey plastic printer in my middle school's library, and every time something was printed on it I loved to listen to the sound it made. I guess it was a bit like ASMR - it definitely felt like it scratched an itch inside my brain. I was shocked when I read this poem, silently, to myself, and felt that same way just reading this one line.

Hell, forget sound, it was a visceral sense-memory of something I'd never experienced. I could feel the weave of the burlap under my fingers and see the way the sack slouched as it emptied onto the packed dirt, for all that I'd only ever interacted with oats in cardboard cylinders in the kitchen cabinet.

I guess if I wanted to complete that long-missed assignment I could run my mouth about some of the imagery and alliteration - "dark cathedral of your skull," holy and echoing, sure. "horse-gnawed stalls, hayloft, black heat tape," you almost whisper some of these lines with how many unvoiced consonants are in them. But I don't need that, not really. I heard the poem just fine the first time around.

#my thots #poetry #The Voice You Hear When You Read Silently by Thomas Lux #Poems I Like

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morgansplace · 2 years

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Hello! My name is Morgan, and I'm part of the Redacted ASMR fandom. Now, I think nobody would care if I do a presentation of myself so, what's better than writing a fanfic about Gavin & Freelancer's early days to publicly join the fandom? Because I absolutely adore them both and I want Gavin to happily realize that people cares about him, yes.

tl;dr: headcanon that Gavin didn't bothered to understand love? Only me? Okay.

* gender neutral pronouns for listener, their name referred as "Freelancer".

* I'm so sorry if this has any grammatical error! My first language is Spanish, so my English is definitely good but not the best! +, this is also my first time posting something on tumblr.

ʻShapes and Forms of Love.ʼ

Gavin knows that love is something that can have different levels, but he never understood why people said it had ʻshapes and formsʼ. Sure, levels of love could be something, because you can love someone and don't love someone at all, and everything in between makes sense, too. But shapes and forms? That doesn't make sense, love doesn't has shapes, neither forms.

That's what he always thought, anyways.

– "Bye, love you!" Gavin's thoughts are interrupted by Freelancer, hanging up the phone with whoever's called them when he arrived. He didn't bothered to listen their words, because he didn't cared about who it was, he just wanted to toy with them for a while, like his later encounters with them. But he couldn't shake the feeling down in his chest about it; ʻlove youʼ they sing, like it wasn't such a big deal. It must be their partner, Gavin thinks, because you can't say I love you to nobody if they aren't something special to you, and Gavin considers only partners pure to hear that.

– "I didn't knew you had a partner?" His voice echoes through the room, curious but still holds that flirty tone he always wears, like a golden cape.

– "I don't," Freelancer explains, and he can't help but furrow his eyebrows, they don't have a partner? "It was an old friend, from high school."

Friend? Why would they say I love you to a friend? Love is not something to take lightly, unless they were heartless, and Gavin learned that Freelancer was everything but heartless, if not the contrary.

So why they loved someone that wasn't their partner?

– "well, you look confused." They speak again, and Gavin has to bite his tongue to contain a laugh, because they were absolutely right, he was indeed confused. "What's on your mind?"

– "Why would you love someone if they aren't your partner?" Gavin asks, and regrets everything after seeing how Freelancer's face goes down in pain. "Did I said something wrong?"

– "Gavin, love is something infinite. It has it's shapes and forms," there's that opinion again, Gavin thinks. "You can feel love to everyone, the relationship they share with you doesn't matter in that."

He never thought about it like that, he never thought about how a father can love his children, or how a brother can adore their older sister, or how a grandmother can lovingly make ugly sweaters for her grandkids, he never stopped to think about how a owner can love their pet, or how a person can love the smell of flowers and trees. He didn't bothered to realize how someone could love their job, or the things they do for fun. Because why would he? Love wasn't something he had experienced deeply, and he wasn't sure he'd get to experience it, neither.

And he was silly, of course he was. Because even him loved something, he loved sex, and the pleasure he'd get to experience with it, the way people feels because of him, he loved that. He loved things and yet he was so dumb thinking love was something so simple.

Maybe he didn't understood love because it wasn't something people felt for him. Sure, they felt want, and need, even desire. But love? It wasn't anything like that, sexual and romantic feelings aren't something related, and never will. He never thought that someone would love him, he never felt it, so of course it was simple just don't understand the weight that unknown feeling had.

– "Hey, you're okay? I'm not a demon, I can't feel feelings the way you do. But you're feeling weird, I can see it. What's up?" Gavin looks, but doesn't hear their words. His thoughts are so loud he can't really hear their voice, their worry.

What can he say? He's not sure if he should respond. A part of him tells him to rift and run away and no give them any explanation because he doesn't have to, but the other part, deep in his chest, tells him to go slow and open himself for them, in a way that he never thought he was going to. His tail, cloacked and intangible, wags behind him in confusion, he swears Freelancer would laugh if they get to see it.

– "hey, Gavin?" They ask so nicely that Gavin can't ignore them any longer, focusing on their bright eyes that shine with the low light of the living room. "I love you, y'know?"

The words bounce around his brain like a ball in a room, echoes through his mind like the blood on his veins, but he doesn't understand them, he doesn't understand what they'd mean by that. ʻi love you, y'know?ʼ but do they? Do they really mean that? He doesn't know, actually. Because why would they love someone like him? Why would they feel such a strong feeling like that for him. He doesn't get it.

Do they want him to say it back?

– "You caught me off guard with that, deviant..." He knows they hear his confused voice, he can hear it too. "I... do you want me to say that back?"

– "what? No!" They bark, and his body shivers as a reaction. "I don't say it because I want you to say it back, to the contrary. I say it because I feel it, despite if you feel the same or no, or if you're... ready to say something like that back. That you don't have to, of course- I just wanted you to kn– mph!"

His lips caught theirs in a sweet, honest kiss that doesn't last longer than eight seconds, sadly. He looks at them, memorizes their eyes, how they crack-open in a second with his actions, he memorizes their smile, how their skin is more orange where a blush is forming, he memorizes everything about them.

– "thanks for that, Deviant. Thanks for loving me."

#redacted asmr #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted headcanons #redactedverse #gender neutral reader #im so nervous about this please help

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