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lustfulslxt · 4 months
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ok, hear me out. so reader decides to try out the red nail theory and shows them to matt, and he freaking adores them, but adores the marks they leave on his back even more😏😏idk if you dont wanna thats completely fine, but i just got red nails for the holidays and all i can think about is scratching up matts back...
Say Thanks - Matt Sturniolo
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warnings : smut, filthy matthew
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my nails done, and I so badly want to go get them done right now. However, bills exist and with my roommate moving out, everything’s been piled on top of me all at once. It’s stressful to say the least, but I just need to find my footing. It’s not that I can’t afford it, I just have a really bad spending habit, that I didn’t realize is an actual issue until a couple of weeks ago. I used to just work, pay my portion of the bills, save a bit of money, then blow the rest of it on whatever I wanted. Now, I just have to learn to budget.
Saying that, I’ve not really been going out of my way to splurge on things that make me feel good. I’ll get back to eventually, but unfortunately, I can’t afford to right now.
Despite knowing that I should focus on getting my money right, I can’t help but look into my spare cash, crossing my fingers in hopes that I have enough. Before I can even begin counting, my phone flashes and vibrates, indicating I have a new notification.
Matt sent you $100 for your nails❣️.
My eyes widen, a gasp leaving my mouth as I read the words displayed on the screen. Immediately, I’m facetiming Matt.
“Hey.” He answers, instantly, a knowing grin on his lips.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. Why did you just send me money?” I question, glaring at him through the screen.
“Hmm. I’m pretty sure I said it’s for your nails.” He answers, then continues, “You can say you don’t need it all you want, but I know how bad you’ve been wanting to get them done. And if you haven’t, then you just can’t right now. Which is why I wanna do it for you.”
“Matt-“
He cuts me off, “Y/N, shut up and accept my offering. Come over after you get them done?”
“Fine.” I sigh, giving in.
“Great, I can’t wait to see them. Maybe then you can show me just how thankful you are.” He suggests, his lips wide with a smirk.
My jaw drops at his proposal, completely bewildered at his comment, the underlying meaning far from missed. I can’t help but bite my lip as I look away from the screen, my skin ultimately flushing.
“I already scheduled your appointment with Analysse. She’ll be there in fifteen. I expect to see you no later than an hour and a half.” He informs me.
“Yes sir.” I say, unable to prevent the smile that pulls itself to my lips. “Thanks, Matty.”
“Of course, doll. I’ll see you soon.”
With that, we hang up and I’m left to sit in my puddle of confusion and eagerness. Matt and I are only friends. There’s always times where we’re flirty and we’ve always been close, physical touch being our love language. However, his actions and statements today threw me for a loop. I’m sure I’m not misinterpreting it, he seemed very suggestive. Honestly, I don’t even mind that, I just don’t know if he’s only messing with me or if he’s serious. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.
“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Analysse greets me, unpacking her supplies.
“I’ve been good, just learning to adjust to new things. How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I last seen you.” I reply, sitting on the opposite side of the desk.
“I know! It’s been so long! I’ve been great though. Just living life and doing what I love.” She nods, a smile blossoming on her face.
“That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear.”
“Thank you. So, what are we thinking?” She asks me, all her supplies laid out in front of us.
“Probably just a simple red, maybe like medium length. Hm, not too long but long enough to leave marks.” I explain, smirking at the thought of digging my nails into Matt’s back.
“Ouu, okay.” She giggles, grabbing my hands to prep my nails. “So, are we talking about Matt? I mean, he is the one that reached out to me to book this appointment for you.”
I can’t help the warmth that rushes to my cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my nails done again. Life just hasn’t been working in my favor.” She nods in understandment, listening to me rant. “Let’s just say, he’s got me thinking about a lot.”
Her mouth opens, laughter pouring out of it, “Oh, I get you. We’ve all had one of those.”
We continue talking and sharing stories as she does my nails. The conversation goes from boys, to makeup, to careers, to food, and just about everything under the sun. Once she’s done, I pay and tip her, and bid her on her way.
Since I still have some time before I have to be over at Matt’s, I decide to take a shower to freshen up. Seeing as I really only had around an extra thirty minutes, I decide to make it quick. I swiftly wash up and rinse off, hurrying out to dry off and get dressed. After applying deodorant and lotion, I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and keys, then I’m out the door.
It only takes me eight minutes to get to Matt’s house, so when I arrive, I’m eagerly making my way inside. We’ve been friends for eons, hence why I have my own key. Upon walking in, I instantly make my way upstairs and head back to his room. As soon as I open his door, his attention is on me.
“You’re late.” He states, his voice stern.
“Only by four minutes.” I shrug, joining him on his bed.
“Four minutes is still late.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at me.
“Won’t happen again, I promise.” I grin, tossing my hands up in defense.
He doesn’t say anything, only smirks as he grabs my hands to observe the nails he paid for. He plays with my fingers, looking at each individual nail, as if inspecting to see if there were any flaws. They were perfect.
“I love them, they look good.” He tells me, his voice now husky.
I look from my hands to his face, his eyes already being on me. His hands never leave my own, his warm fingers brushing back and forth over mine. The intensity of his stare has me clenching my thighs together in need. I don’t knew where this is coming from, but I want him bad.
“They’d look even better wrapped around my cock.” He whispers, his voice deep and raspy, placing one of my hands on his lap.
Only then, did I notice the growing bulge beneath his pants. His cargos now restricting his hard on, keeping it caged in below the fabric. I could feel him pulsating through the clothing, his erection rock solid. My mouth opened and close, suddenly unable to find words to speak.
“Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are?” He taunts, his gaze unwavering.
“Did you have a favor in mind?” I ask, licking my lips as I attempt to swallow in hopes of lubricating my now dry throat.
“Mhm.” He hums, standing up from the bed. He stands directly in front of me, his hands slowly working his belt off. “I want your pretty little mouth around my cock.”
I could feel my underwear becoming more and more soaked, my arousal seeping out of my pussy, completely and utterly turned on. His hand reaches my chin, gripping my jaw as he pulls me up from the bed, before dropping me to my knees. His thumb rubs against my lips before forcing itself in my mouth. I suck on it, my mouth immediately salivating from this situation I find myself in. He removes his thumb, dragging it down my bottom lip, letting it bounce back up as he moves to remove his shirt. I watch in awe, his lean torso flexing with every movement. Next, he unbuttons his pants. Once he pulls them and his boxers down, his dick slaps up, bouncing off of his lower abdomen. I’ve never been this intimate with Matt, meaning I’ve never seen his dick before, and boy was it something.
“Like what you see, pretty girl?” He teases, his hand engulfing his shaft and jerking it a couple of times. “Get over here and make me feel good until I say you can stop.”
I can’t help but frantically nod, instinctively scooting closer to him, eager to take his member into my mouth. One of his hands goes around my head, entangling in my hair, while the other one takes his dick and slaps it onto my lips, leaving drops of his precum behind. My tongue immediately flicks over my lips, taking the traces of him into my mouth, leaving him to toss his head back as a groan leaves his throat.
“Open.” He states, his hand pulling my jaw down.
As soon as my lips are parted wide enough, he’s shoving his entire length down my throat, pulling a gag from me. From his rough thrusts, my mouth is producing enough saliva to coat his dick, strings of spit connecting him to me once he pulls out. He then sets his tip on my lips, nodding at me to get to work, so I do.
My tongue swirls around his head, licking over his slit, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair and involuntarily buck his hips, his dick prodding at my mouth from the movement. I wrap my lips around him once more, my tongue continuously twirling around him, before taking as much as I could of him into my mouth, using my hands on the rest of him that wouldn’t fit. Peering up at him through my eyelashes, I see his brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip held between his teeth.
“Fuck. You’re so pretty, doll.” He moans, running a hand across my cheek. “Sucking me so good, baby.”
I hum around his length, accepting his praise. Throaty moans continue to escape his mouth, encouraging me more as the desire in me burns hotter. I pull away from him completely, then take all of him in my mouth, deep throating him as much as I can without dying. His free hand wraps around my throat, making the feeling of his dick going down my throat all the more noticeable. He starts thrusting, matching my speed, his hips now sputtering as more lewd sounds come from his mouth.
He quickly pulls away, tugging me back by his grip on my hair. “Strip.”
I eagerly obliged, nerves building in my stomach, anticipating what’s to come. It didn’t take long for me to remove my outer clothing, leaving me in my bra and panties as his hungry eyes bore into me.
“Strip.” He repeats, his tone more demanding.
Without breaking eye contact, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms before falling to the floor with other clothes. The cool air hit my nipples, the buds hardening in response. I watch as Matt’s eyes follow my every move, soaking in every gesture. My fingers slip in the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them downwards as I continue shimmying out of them, kicking them off my feet. Matt’s hand is now around his cock, stroking it as he watches me, intently.
“My turn.” He whispers, pulling me against him, skin to skin.
His mouth meets mine in a hot kiss, excitement bubbling between us. He walks me a few steps backwards, pushing me back on his bed and climbing on top of me. Our lips lap one another’s, before he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, exploring behind my lips. We move together in such a hot and steamy way, his hands touching every part of me as my hands lace through his hair. His mouth then moves down my jaw, dragging open mouth kisses across my skin, leaving a trail saliva in his wake. My breathing was heavy, small whimpers coming through as he sucks and nibbles my sweet spot.
His hands then intertwine with mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. “I can’t wait to see the damage you do with these.”
He starts kissing down my chest, keeping his hands interlocked with mine. His mouth nips and bites at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, his teeth grazing over it, causing a sharp gasp like moan to come from my mouth. He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action. My legs squeeze shut, attempting to relieve the tension that keeps building and building with every little thing.
“Matt, please.” I whisper, attempting to grind against him for friction, to which he only presses his hands onto my hips to hold me in place.
“Shh, baby.” He mutters against my skin, lowering himself to my navel, his tongue leaving a stripe of spit.
His mouth meets my thighs, going back and forth between the two, peppering wet kisses all over them. His half lidded eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way to his face as he blew air onto my center, causing me to thrash beneath him. Instantly, his tongue is between my folds, pulling a loud moan from me as my hands return to his hair, tugging ever so slightly. He licks up and down my core, sucking all of my juices along the way. His tongue prods at my entrance, poking in and out, before he goes back up and wraps his lips around my clit.
“F-fuck, feels so good, Matty.” I whimper, thrusting my hips up for more.
His hands press down on my hips again, his grip now tight, holding me in place. His mouth continues lapping me, his tongue flicking every which way, bringing me closer to the edge. One of his hands leave my waist, his fingers meeting my heat. He slides them up and down, lubricating them before pressing two of them into my entrance. A loud moan falls from my mouth, my body jerking as he begins fucking me with his fingers. His mouth focuses on my clit, sucking with his warm tongue continuously flicking over it. His fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal evident from the sounds emitting from my core and my mouth.
“I’m so close.” I moan out, pushing down into him.
Unfortunately, he pulls away, completely removing himself from me, a whine of desperation coming from my lips. He hovers back over me, his mouth pressing onto mine, my juices traveling from his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard.
“We’re gonna cum together, princess.” He says, one of his hands holding himself up as his other one rubs his dick up and down my folds.
I can’t help the gentle shaking of my thighs, my hole clenching around nothing as my eyes beg him to fuck me. Without words, he grants my wishes, slowly sinking his cock into me. Low moans escape both of our mouths as he bottoms out, my eyes closing in pleasure as he tosses his head back one again. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me.
“I just knew you’d feel so good, baby.” He groans, his thrusts slow, yet hard. “So wet and warm, and tight around my cock.”
His thrusts remain slow, but not too slow, as he continues digging into me, hitting exactly where I need him.
“Oh, Matt.” I moan out, my face contorting in pure bliss as I drag my hands down his back.
He lets out more groans, enjoying everything about this moment. Instantly, I could feel the knot forming in the pit of my stomach, close to snapping from the building pressure. He picks up his pace, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His hand meets my center once again, rubbing tight circles onto my clit, ripping another moan from me.
“You look like a dream.” He moans out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can see your close, baby.”
Words stuck in my throat, I’m left nodding my head, nothing but incoherent sounds coming from my mouth as I dig my nails into his back. His lips slam onto mine, bringing me into a passionate kiss, swallowing every noise that emits from me. His tongue roams my mouth again, quickly and eagerly, as if he can’t get enough. As he pulls away, he drags my bottom lip out in between his teeth.
“Cum with me, doll.” He groans, his finger on my clit applying more pressure.
And just like that, the knot snapped, unraveling, and I was letting go all over him, eliciting pornographic moans from my mouth. He followed seconds after, his dick twitching inside of me as his load spurts out. He continues pumping, fucking both of us through our orgasms, pushing our cum deeper into me with every thrust. Stilling for just a moment, he then slowly pulls out and lies beside me, both of our breaths erratic from the exertion.
“If this is what I get as a thank you, I’ll gladly pay for your nails every single time.” He chuckles, grinning over at me.
I laugh, rolling my eyes at him, pushing him away. He smirks, before starting to put his clothes back on, so that he could start us a shower. As soon as I catch glimpse of his back, a gasp leaves my mouth, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.
“What?” He asks, expectantly.
“Your back is fucked.” I laugh, covering my mouth, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.
I motion for him to turn around so that I can take a picture. Once I do, he grabs his phone from me and smirks at the picture, pleased with the aftermath of our moment together. He does some typing on his phone before tossing it back down and leaving the room. I pick his phone back up and see that he made a new post on snapchat.
After clicking on it, my mouth dropped, “Matt!”
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a/n : here ya go! sorry for the delay, i’ve been lacking inspiration and motivation. i hope you enjoy it, and apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind. send in more reqs pls, love you 🫶🏼
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drdemonprince · 16 days
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ive seen you talk about FIRE/mr money moustache and i am interested in how you balance that with your politics. i ask because i am also interested in FIRE but struggle with the idea of saving 2mil+ to retire early when people need money NOW to survive. not just broadly but even loved ones and community members in my immediate vicinity. i dont mean this in an EXPLAIN YOURSELF sort of way, just so many of the FIRE etc people i find writing about it dont really address this aspect and its something i struggle with internally myself.
Sure, I don't mind speaking about this at all. I wish I more frequently had the occasion to because it's a major special interest of mine.
First, I'm not interested in the saving 2 million dollars (if that were even feasible) school of financial independence/ retire early. I'm more of an adherent to the r/LeanFire, r/BaristaFire type approach of maintaining a consistently very frugal standard of living that is sustainable for me, on a relatively smaller savings, and pursuing a life of relatively little consumption.
I also think that MMM, despite his many flaws, is broadly accurate in stating that when people continuing working all their lives, they also create more ecological devastation by consuming a whole of a hell lot more resources on convenience and burning more fuel, while chasing after a steadily rising living standard set by the norms of their profession. By taking myself out of the workforce sooner rather than later, I will be contributing less to climate change and waste because I'll need fewer convenience meals, fewer car rides, fewer flights, fewer hotel rooms, fewer fancy professional clothes, and so on and so on.
I also spend a lot of time on the Socially Conscious Mustachians group on Facebook, which focuses on investing one's savings in ways that are less ethically problematic. The easy mode version of this is simply putting one's money into index funds that exclude oil companies, gun manufacturers, etc. But honestly, today, with interest rates being as high as they are? It's pretty easy to just sock one's money into a CD or a bond, collect the cool 5.4% interest, and avoid having to contribute to the stock market directly at all. There are even high-yield savings accounts at credit unions that pay out about that much interest these days, and those entities typically do not invest in oil pipelines, BDS targets, or anything all that objectionable.
As for the hoading money while others are in need piece: Well. yeah. that's a difficult ethical challenge that we all must consider. how much can i hold onto for my own wellbeing in the spirit of "putting on one's oxygen mask first" without it being wealth hoarding? how much should i give to other people when i see that they are in need --someone could easily make the case that I have the moral obligation to give away what i have to my very last cent, and I couldn't really argue with them on that. maybe a person should do that. but i'm not going to do it. and of course the effective altruism freakos would counter that if i invest my money and grow it now, i will have more to give to others in the long run than if i cash out now.
realistically, i won't be able to continue working for much longer without having another health episode or worse. i will not qualify for disability benefits because high maskers who have had careers usually do not. and social security's coffers will be entirely drained long before i reach the age to qualify for it. if i enter my non-working years without any resources, someone else will have to worry about me staying housed and medicated and fed.
i tend to think of my retire early stash as my own little private disability benefits fund that will allow me to live safely and will hopefully allow me to take care of other people that i love as we age, and that will give me the freedom from having to do any morally compromising capitalist labor ever again, and only put my energies towards causes that either fulfill me or benefit others.
but it's still rooted in a highly individualistic capitalist system, this holding onto money under my own name and investing it thing. im sure a lot of people would choose instead to sock all of their money into some kind of cooperatively owned communist farm or something, and you know, some day down the line i would love to put money toward a big multi unit building that lots of people i am in community with could live in, with no financial obligations for them. but i dont have anywhere near that kind of scratch. as hannibal buress (that landlord piece of shit) said, "i don't have fuck you money, i have strongly worded email money." and you know, being able to write a strongly worded email to people who would otherwise be exploiting me into another huge burnout does feel good.
thinking that one day i might not work anymore is one of the only things that keeps me going. i am always on the razor's edge of not functioning, i dont think people really realize that, how could they, the mask is there to prevent them seeing it. im beyond privileged to even get to CONSIDER the dream of getting by on my savings for however long human society continues to exist. and it sure would be better if i could extend that kind of freedom and peace of mind to others. my life still feels very precarious and it always has and ive had to be stable for the sake of others for a long time, ive had to be financially responsible for others for a long time. i cling to the idea of FI/RE because it offers me a way to finally break down and be weak. but something more community oriented and interdependent would sure as fuck be better. in the meantime i guess im saving for something like that i could trust enough to give myself over to.
i also have a really strong fetishistic desire to be someone's completely brainwashed sex pet for the entire rest of my life, and having an early retirement account would really help me facilitate that
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tachimichishrine · 5 months
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"first time"
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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader
▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂
warnings: nsfw ; car sex ; drug + alcohol use ; power sub! reader ; masturbation (f) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; giving him black hair bc i can ; i wanna ruin this man so badly you dont understand
your body slumped against the hood of the car, his own doing the same thing next to you; backs on metal and faces pointed towards the stars. tachihara puffed out a cloud of smoke, flashing you a grin that dropped once you one-upped him by stealing his and blowing out an expertly crafted ring. you tried giggling, but your own coughs interrupted rudely.
you didn't know what time it was. you and your little gang of misfits had broken into a bank earlier today, and blew almost all your cash immediately. the life of crime never weighed on your conscious, you'd been doing this for years and the thrill of the adrenaline rush was all you cared about. it was nice, too, having friends with which you were close and could place your trust.
tachihara was new though. you could barely remember how he introduced himself or found you, but after the first time he busted open a safe without lifting a finger you knew he was sent from a higher being.
everyone else had left the empty parking lot, gone to do who knows what and leaving you here all alone with your little safecracking prodigy. the car whose hood you were sitting on wasn't yours, obviously, but the cool metal radiating through your thin clothes onto your skin was a refreshing contrast to the warm liquid you'd downed earlier. not too much tonight, you promise each other. you had all the time in the world, just you him and the night sky.
"it's fuckin' freezing," he grumbled, earning him another giggle.
"it's not that cold," you retorted, despite a hand wrapping around his shoulders to pull his back into your chest. his strands of black poked at your ticklish neck, and you had to run your fingers through them to tame the locks a little. "better?"
he didn't respond. you cautiously took a look at his face to see if he was okay, noticing that he clearly was not because his cheeks had never been this red before. you couldn't tell whether the shaking of his hands was due to the cold or your actions.
"woah, you okay?" you asked verbally, shifting slightly on the car so that you were more comfortable with his weight on you. "you that touch starved or somethin'?"
truth is, he was. but it was about a hundred times worse that he could feel your tits pressing up on him and the blunt he was smoking wasn't helping to calm his heart down. somehow he still managed a relaxed response. "nah, it's fine, I'm just fucking cold."
"mhm." you didn't sound convinced. just to tease him further, you took your icy fingertips, dragged them down to the hem of his shirt and slid them under. he let out a disgruntled protest as you felt up his warm abdomen and drew circles on the taught skin.
"hey, the fuck are you doin'?" he grumbled, but his voice was dragged out and tired.
"well I was gonna warm you up but you're a goddamn radiator," you murmured into his ear. "shit you're right, it is cold. you wanna hook up in the car?"
his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his body tensing. "what?"
"just a quickie," you reassured him, making it clear that it didn't have to mean anything more than that, "and we can head out afterwards."
his mind was mildly foggy, but every cold breath of the wind on his face sobered him up. clearly not enough, though, since he was pretty sure you'd just straight up asked him to have sex like it was nothing. by the way you were saying it, it might as well have been for you.
"tachi, ya still with me there?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face to bring him back, assuming the chemicals he'd inhaled were acting up.
he cleared his throat, a soft cough in the process. "yeah, yeah, I just... y'know what, it's nothin'..."
it took a few subtle hints to catch onto his discomfort: his muscles were contracting under your touch to his skin, he was shifting on the car to slightly lift himself off of you, not to mention that his face was practically glowing red. you were still fluffing his hair, and yanked it downwards so you could catch a glimpse of his amber gaze.
"holy shit, are you a virgin?"
"what? of course I'm not, why would you say that?" he grumbled angrily, pushing himself off of you to sit upright on the hood of the car, but the way he said it sounded like he was incredibly embarrassed. you didn't mean to giggle at him for that once you took another drag and blew a cloud into his face playfully.
"can't say I'm not surprised," you mused, a smirk on your face that scared him a little. you moved yourself closer to him, leaning in closely as you whispered softly. "you wanna change that?"
he was young, stupid and reckless. that was his excuse for letting his body get the better of his head and letting you drag him to the side of the car and shove your tongue down his throat rather aggressively. his head leaned back, he completely let go of control just to feel your lips on him, whispering just how badly you want to ruin him. your thigh slotted between his legs as your hips rocked slowly to get him to grind up against you.
despite being so eager to have him stretch you out, you murmured into his lips. "are you sure about this?"
to show you that he was, his grip on your waist led him to pushing your bodies off of the vehicle for a few seconds while he somehow unclicked the metal locks from the inside and the door opened by itself. you didn't question how he did what he did, instead stepping out of your pants and throwing him onto the backseat. to fit inside, he had to bend his legs after you'd climbed on top of him and slammed the door shut behind you.
"I'll take it easy," you promised, although your facial expression was not reflecting the words. you always thought he was one of the more attractive guys in your group, but seeing him under you clicked something inside your mind and you were suddenly having a hard time controlling yourself when your lips went back to his and your fingertips tore off his jacket and threw them somewhere in the front seat.
there wasn't a need to constantly check in with him to make sure he's not getting second thoughts because his hips were rutting upwards and you could feel him through his tight jeans. seeing him react this way made you cocky enough to grab his wrist and bring it up to your thighs. he didn't seem to get the hint, so you pushed his digits right on your slowly soaking panties.
tachihara was messy at first. if you had any doubts that he was a virgin, they'd vanished as soon as he was raking his index along your pussy, trying to figure out where to put it in. it was hard not to chuckle at his uncertainty; he'd always talk a great deal and make it seem like he was the delinquent, like he'd been living this life since he was 5. he had a temper, didn't take orders well from people he didn't respect and has a nasty habit of always trying to get into shit with just about anyone who looks at him wrong, which is why the contrast of having him lay down under you with a hesitant thrust of his finger was so arousing.
you kept good on your word, not teasing him for his lack of experience. you made sure to moan louder when he did something right, and the positive reinforcement was doing wonders because by the time he'd gained enough confidence to push in another, you didn't have to exaggerate anymore.
"fuck... fuck that's good," you mumbled in between grunts as your lips hovered on top of him with a string of saliva and sweet taste of his breath between you. "mnn... yeah, you gotta stretch me out before you... hah... fuck me good... shit, try and rub my clit, baby."
another pleasant surprise, he caught on quickly and soon enough the bundle of nerves were being pushed and roughly handled by his thumb. you whispered something in his ear about how good he was doing and how nicely you were gonna fuck him for this. he tried some more things, his free hand exploring your upper body and trying to feel you from under your bra all the while he curled the other's tips inside you with enough force to get your pussy sucking him up and earning him some more breathy curses from your lips.
your teeth bit into the skin under his ear, steadying yourself as he pulled out halfway through and had your cunt spasming frustratedly around nothing. you weren't sure if you had enough space to suck him off in the backseat, but he didn't give you the chance to offer as he wiped damp digits against your bare thigh then tried to unbuckle his belt.
"nu uh." you stopped him, making sure to dispose of it with your own hands. "you're gonna fuck me yourself."
with mild difficulty, you managed to flip him so his body was on top of your own on the seats, knees spread out around his hips. you pulled down the zipper and any clothing restricting his erection, and you cautiously felt him up to gauge what was about to go inside of you.
"fuck you're thick," you rasped out, cold leather seats on your ass once he'd finally torn off your panties. you couldn't see anything at the moment except his face hovering over yours, red and sweaty despite barely doing anything. you smirked at his expression, and almost as if to shut you up, he lined himself up and snapped his hips.
you could barely handle him and he hadn't even sunk in fully, trying to find out how deep he could hit but unable to hold back when you had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
"fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, trying again to push himself inside of you but you're clenched down so hard that it takes a lot more than a simple thrust of his body to bottom out. you're crying out broken groans and angry whimpers, yet you still manage to tell him forcefully not to stop.
you'd be lying if you said that you were letting him fuck you while this tense because it was his first time and you promised to play nice; it was because of the way you were digging your nails into his shoulders and choking on your own cries of pleasure. he said that he'd never done this before, but some level of raw, deeply rooted instinct got him finding his groove and pounding you, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
the frame of the car was creaking, bouncing up and down on the suspension with every time his drop met your rise and he finally managed to reach deep enough in you to get your toes curling and chest heaving. your hands were on his back, his own forearms placed on both sizes of your head to support his weight as he felt the kind of high he didn't know was possible.
after you took control from under, he was having trouble holding back and suddenly his sounds were louder than your own. you noticed his lips pressing into a line with closed eyes as if he was afraid of the scandalous grunts you brought out of him. your hand went down to his hip, to his ass to hold him steady as you fucked up upwards and slowly got used to his cock inside of you. he nearly came apart when you clenched down at the same time as you dropped yourself, completely pulling him out with a squelch.
"don't fuckin' cum inside of me," you warned as you slammed back into him and he whimpered into your neck once more. having his hands on the seat wasn't enough, and he had his palm against the glass of the window trying to grab onto something while your pace got merciless and he felt his mind go numb with the sensation. "god, you're so fucking... can't believe I'm the first to fuck your pretty little cock, baby."
tachihara didn't know which word did it, but this time when you clenched, something burst on the inside and he felt himself finishing. it was sloppy, but he managed to pull out and stained your shirt which was still on. he had a hard time holding his weight above you, and just let himself collapse on your chest despite the cum he'd just squirted all over you.
"oh, don't you dare," you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up so you could look him in the eyes. you were about to spit something vile about him not getting you to finish, but instead you just sighed and let it go. besides, the stimulation was good enough that you only needed to plunge your fingers back in between your thighs to push yourself over the edge.
you didn't feel the need to bury your face anywhere as your jaw slacked and you reached your high with him laying down on top of you breathing heavily. you did, however, get him to suck your fingers to clean up.
both of you got out of the car, and your shirt was so stained you decided just to leave it in the vehicle. tachihara followed you out, hesitantly closing the door and watching you put your clothes back on while he zipped his pants back up. he noticed that you had pulled out his jacket from the front seat, but made no motion to give it back to him. instead, you put it on top of your bra and zipped it up, leaving him in only his thin white shirt.
"hey," he protested, but you put up a finger.
"your fault, you pay," you shrugged with a chuckle, then gestured for him to come closer so you could give him his belt. he was expecting you to hand it over, but instead you grabbed his hips and slid it around him while looking him straight in the eyes. "you know, you're full of surprises, tachihara. how was that?"
"was fine," he said nonchalantly, but he was betraying his words again by blushing and having his nostrils flare slightly when you asked.
"mhm," you smiled, nodding your head towards another car in the parking lot. "do you mind working your magic on this one? the sex helped but it's still goddamn cold and we better get out of here."
on cue, the locks unclicked and two doors opened. you climbed in and he followed, each thinking deeply on the drive back. you thought about how you'd just taken his virginity so easily, and he thought about how much he wanted you to do it all over again.
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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years
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───𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄!
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BONTENS BABY
18+, suggestive, objectification, kidnapping, reader has a shitty dad, reader is tied up, and the trio are being gross,
you were on your way home and suddenly you felt hands grab you and you were in a car with three handsome men
All chars are over 18 ⊹ reader's skin color is not mentioned ⊹ mdni
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“byee! see you tomorrow girls~”
you yelled out to your friends going into a different direction home, your equally pink and bubbly friend group waved back and yelled something about how they cant wait to see you again before blowing kisses to you, you blew kisses back and giggled, as you started walking into the direction of the train station.
as you were walking along black car swerved in front of you and two men got out of the vehicle, and as you tried to run away, the two lilac haired men caught up to you very quickly
“don't struggle, pretty girl..we dont wanna make this hard for you~” the taller man whispered into your ear as he and the other man swung ropes around your stomach, pinning your arms to your sides and then tying your hands. all with red ropes.
the man with the longer hair put a red cloth in your mouth and tied it behind your head, keeping it tightly in between your lips.
“gotta give it to ya, kid. you aren't too bratty” You furrowed your eyebrows angrily and tried pouting your lips to look intimidating and angry, but you just looked like a spoiled little child who didn't get what she wanted.
the taller man laughed “how cute, now get in the car, kid.”
you didn't know why you didn't struggle more and you usually loved that on the streets you walked to the trainstation you never walked into a lot of people but now you cursed it.
Once you got thrown into the backseat of the big car and you landed on your back, your skirt got hiked up, exposing your almost see through panties to the pink haired man staring down at you that you just noticed was there. the two men who tied you up got into the front seats and immediately started to drive.
you looked at the man with the two scars on each side of his mouth, blinking his eyes from your panties back up to your pretty and pouting face. “why’re you lookin' so angry, little one?”
your eyes suddenly widened as he said this, your thighs clenched a bit and the man noticed this, he didn't know how to react to that. are you seriously turned on by being kidnapped by obviously dangerous men? Well, that means at least that the ride won't be boring for him.
"Don't you dare touch the girl, haru." The man with the purple mullet said in a strict tone, lighting the cigarette that was in his mouth. Well, at least you won't have to worry about the men touching you without your consent
“calm your tits, i wasn't gonna touch her.” The pink haired man turned around in the seat to look at the man “no sexual mind games either”
the scarred man turned back to you with a groan and him rolling his eyes dramatically, you began to whine and writhe against the restraints to which the purple mullet man sighed “look toots, if your dad doesnt pay up soon, you’re gonna stay with us for a while, we arent too excited about having a spoiled little bitch with us either, okay?”
your dad? pay up?
what were they talking about, who the fuck are these men?...and why aren't you more afraid of the situation??
Sanzu looked back again and tapped the man he was arguing with just a second ago on the shoulder “gimme a cig” the purple haired man just scoffed “i'm not giving you one again! buy your own fuckin' cigs. maybe stop spendin’ so much cash on pills then you can get your own cigarettes and don't havecto fuckin' bother me!'' the pink haired man just grumbled
“c’mon just gimme one!” suddenly the taller man spoke up for the first time since you got in the car
“show some manners. We have a guest. and sanzu, if you don't shut up, i'm gonna throw you out of the car like last time..then you can walk to the base”
a guest? more like a hostage! The pink man sat back down and mumbled something about how annoying the two men were and lazily placed his cheek in the palm of his hand. It was finally quiet again, and you looked into the rear view mirror just to see the two men staring at you but quickly looking away once you caught them staring at you. but the man with the scars was less shy about staring at you and your body.
because his eyes were just straight up glued to you, and when you tried to cover yourself up by pressing your legs to your stomach, he just got a view of your perfect ass now, and you don't know why but when you saw that he was hard, just by looking at you, you got excited..if you were being honest and you saw him outside of this car and situation you would think he was very, very attractive.
“sanzu, get her outta the car, we’re here.”
the tall man said, making the scarred man grin and grab you by the hips before getting out of the vehicle, once outside of the car you saw that you were inside of a garage of some kind.
Were they gangsters or something? you finally questioned yourself. the man swung you over his shoulder with your ass right next to his face
“can't you just let her walk and hold her so that she doesn't run away?” The man with the mullet asked in front of the two of you “why? ya don't like the view?” You suddenly got a light smack on the ass making you yelp
“i told you to not touch her like that, you fucker!” he complained. “Then why don't you carry her?! try to resist it!”
suddenly the man carrying you chuckled “ya like what you see, huh, kakucho?” You whined again and lifted your legs to cover up your ass with your feet pressed against your ass “aww, don't be shy, it's okay” the pink man mocked with a condescending laugh. “just put her down on the couch. She's obviously not comfortable with this”
the man you assumed was kakucho said, That was actually sweet, but then again, you weren't comfortable with anything that happened! the man sat you down on a red couch, and you angrily looked at him with your hands behind your back balled up into fists.
“don't look at your fuckin daughter and just get the fuck out” another man with a deep voice said, your head was about to whip around to look at your father but the tall purple haired man just gently grabbed your face with both hands
“nuh-uh!” he giggled and looked past you to watch the three men throw your dad out “escort this fucker out” the man said to two other random men, you then heard the door shut and you were about to cry but you got the ropes off of your body and could finally talk again, you looked back to see who took those off and saw a man with silver hair, looking like he hadnt slept in months.
“don't even try to run away, you understand?” you just submissively nodded “good girl.” he said with a raspy tone and sat down on one of the red chairs to look at you “you know what's happening?”
he asked like this was the most normal thing in the world. you just shyly shook your head, and another bwhite haired man came in front of you
“your dad owes us a shit ton of money. and that's why you’re here, we’re not gonna hurt you, but if your dad doesn't pay up, you'll stay with us.”
you bit your lip nervously, and you saw how the eye of the long white-haired man twitched “well..i get that you are scared, but, again, we won't hurt you. only if you misbehave, alright? you can live here like it's your home” the short white-haired man spoke up again “do you understand?” You gulped and quietly spoke up
“wh..what will happen if i...misbehave?” you asked cutely with your hands nervously between your thighs, and you were looking up at the tall men
fuck
you looked hot.
The men knew everyone in this room would try to make a move on you.
mikey cleared his throat
“you will be punished, obviously.” That didn't really answer the question, but you were too afraid to ask again and just nodded. mikey nodded back and sat up, “do whatever she asks. It will make it easier for us.'' Mikey frankly didn't want to hurt you, so he didnt want you to act up, takeomi on the other hand thought this was a bad idea, that you would just act like a brat if they did spoil you.
“are you sure that's a good idea, boss?” he asked the smaller man as he followed close behind him, mikey side eyed him
“do you wanna hurt her? if she starts acting up, we will have to punish her once, and she will understand how this works.”
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maletfwitch · 1 year
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Check before you eat (Goggletann)
This is an old story by a deleted user named “Goggletann” i just wanna re upload it since it’s once of my faves, apologies if the pictures are low res/hard to read
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I got so annoyed with they’re shit service that i just muted the chat and ended the conversation with the sales Representative and turned off my phone. What dicks…
I’ve been working my ass off for 2 entire years to save up for what people call the “magic pill”. Well, it comes in many variations, but the pill version is the most popular. A pop into your mouth and you just need to lie down somewhere while your body is automatically transformed. I dont know all the science stuff behind it but if you got the cash you can even add more stuff and customize your transformation. I got a small bonus before quiting my last job so i opted for a smooth golden tan option that will never fade. Sweet right!
2 days later 
Finally received their package. Got so excited that i just opened it immediately. There it was, my key to to instant stud hood. The magic pill right before my eyes. I got so engrossed that i hardly noticed the other smaller stuff that came with the package. A small pamphlet and a small bottle of god knows what. Must be one of their samples for some other product, plus who needs an instruction pamphlet? What so difficult about eating a pill? 
An Hour later
I invited Lance over to the beach for a tanning session with me before i poped my pill. I always felt that guy was a total lazy fuck. He always does things way too slowly. And he doesn;t seem to have a care in the world to the point where he just lazes around and hardly gets a full time job. What a lazy piece of shit seriously. I know he has always been envious of those fitness models and bodybuilders but because of his sheer laziness he hardly even makes a point to exercise. Maybe after seeing my transformation he might change his mind. And i would love seeing his green envious face. I’d probably chuckle alittle too.
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 opened my box and unwraped the pill ready to swallow it with a bottle of water. It was surprisingly sweet. Not at all bitter as what i heard. 
“hey dude can i have that too? Need a sweet to suck on while we tann” Lance said in his usual slow voice.
I looked back at the box and noticed the small bottle. Looks like a sample tanning lotion.
“Sorry bro that was my last sweet. I got an expensive tanning lotion here though. It should be enough for one person. You can have it…” I replied
“awwww thanks man!” Lance grabbed the bottle and slowly spread the lotion all over his pasty white skin.
Thank god i gave him that bottle to distract him. God knows what other questions he’s gonna ask. I so wanna see his face when we wake up after the tann and he would have to watch me be the hunk he always wanted to be. 
We both looked up at the sky and realised the sun was coming out.   
“Time for a tann and hopefully a new body” I yelled to Lance still unaware of my plot. 
30 Minutes Later
The tanning session was so relaxing that i just dozed off. Looking down at my own body i realized it was still the same so I reached for my phone beside me still with my eyes closed and placed it above my face to check with the Chovonic Sales person why its taking so damm long. And i realized I had missed one msg before i ended my last conversation with them.
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MONEY / FINANCE STRESS CONTENT WARNING, this next line is unfortunately quite stressful about money so this was an important warning for me to add:
This is also less for the random strangers on the internet who have no reason to trust my advice but more for the 10-15 people I know personally who trust my money advice based on prior experience and Ive sent them my blog link in the last month or two
US stock market is about to tank. On a global perspective its stupidly overpriced because markets like China are hitting 5 year lows (as in we've increased our stock market over 2x since "COVID lows", but their market is even lower than it was then.
Timing is hard but it is entirely possible yesterday was the peak of the market. Might also not tank for 6 months.
Market psychology is fucking weird tho so please absolutely dont 'short' anything, which is basically the same as 'buying puts'. Michael Burry nearly bankrupted all his friends, family, and random investors by insisting on 'shorting' things based on knowledge of impending crisis.
Just sell everything. I mean literally everything. Bond etfs might go up but youd have to have eyes glued to the charts to sell in time. Gold wont do, neither will bitcoin. Their negative correlation to stocks isnt really a thing anymore.
Get every etf, stock, whatever into cash in the brokerage account, then move it out of the banks/brokerage firms and into something physically in front of you because we are, in fact, in another 'historical period of bank runs' its just not quite at the peak yet.
Not trying to increase anxiety beyond nessecary-- its just that any, single bank can immediately freeze your money-- leaving it up to the Federal Government to pay you back-- and it might possibly be the case that youd have to rely on whats called a "bank bail in" to see your savings again.
Not a fun situation to be in, even if it wont happen to most people its just safe practice to do this during a "historical period of bank runs"
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This blog is basically my diary of my thoughts (suprise suprise). But Im an open book, privileged (but poor) little white boy with complex societal/generational abuse and very little home problems so lets fucking go theres a whole mormon cargo van to unpack
Definitely recommend tags Im terrible at them.
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To those reading this, if you have ever met me in real-life or on the internet than you have taught me varying degrees of information which can be randomly retrieved by my brain at any time depending on current CPU performance. Thoughts of my loving husband have occupied my headspace probably 95% of my time since 14 so he has absolutely taught me at least 100x more than anyone else in the world.
When I say "I", oftentimes Im thinking about "me and my husband", or even sometimes "me and my friends/family", or even sometimes "me and society"--- but I am not always 100% aware of the current headspace environment and/or beliefs of the minds of those around me without feedback
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There are currently over 8 billion individual varieties of the global human language spoken within the mind. Lets start translating them all. Misunderstood words become mean labels.
I fucking hate mean labels
"Math wiz" = racism and/or classism and/or gender shit. Fuck that shit
When a person is niched off into one part of an 8 billion population human society, it becomes impossible to not "live in a bubble". Bubbles change in size constantly even if not visibly observed. Bubbles can be different sizes depending on your current day-to-day thoughts of your own society. Bubbles must pop. Enlightenment implies life only gets better the more times ya pop and lock it
My path away from purely mathematics, logic, and scientific theory began when I met my husband, and for the first time in my life it became important to me not to be an asshole to everyone around me
Ive been told (only after I started dating my traumatized husband tho and helped him heal a lot) that I'm a natural communicator-- and all my life I found myself listening and learning to everything and everyone around me trying to understand both their and my own motivations-- then I like to garble them up and spit 'em out. My memory recall ability is wonky tho and fluctuates highly with nutrient intake-- I'll get into that later
I wish I could have a million years to read every blog on tumblr. I really do. Connecting & communating is extremely important for understanding one another but it takes time
I had an extremely unique childhood (who hasnt lol), enough so to isolate myself quite a lot through sheer dumb luck. My mom is also everyone's favorite school teacher so of course I was learning a lot from a young age. Luckily I glued myself to the first person who wanted to glue themselves to me equally & we grew exponentially closer to eternity
If its still not clear: my husband and I are bored and love chatting with people, but like most internet loving freaks my mouth don't work sometimes well but my fingies do. My ears got fluff a lot but I got eyes for LEDs like a hawk. Wish they werent LED tho
I also have a naturally short sleep cycle (i.e. extra time for this), and I really wont be offended or weirded out by someone reading through and liking 20+ or whatever of my posts at once randomly. Stories are supposed to be read in chunks, and I think of this blog as a story & also workspace for my thoughts that Id love to see which chapters everyone has read through. Also I love (and only respond positively to) positive feedback, yet also suggestions for ways to improve my "theorums". As in, good faith discussions are totally welcome on any post.
For my 50 year old parents reading my blog so lovingly in their limited evening time-- you can sort by tags to see what topics your familiar with, if you play around with the search function while on my page. Mom. Show dad how to do it
In the very, very bottom of my blog I dont even think I managed to tag shit properly-- but its the roughdraft workings of the philosophy, as well as my own logical framework for answering lifes questions. Its 2 months ago so I might not even be writing according to my own works down there anymore idk I change fast sometimes
Last thing for now here is that I was always criticized by teachers for not showing my work, and for not reviewing my tests before turning in, and I pushed back hard because nearly every time I went over and corrected a mistake-- I saw I most often got it right the first fucking time on a pure hunch. I act on impulse when I'm not meditating mostly for efficiency purposes because I believe I'm correct, but remain open to emotionally positive feedback so I can help remove all doubt.
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This might turn into my 'life story' post, as its already going there. Heres what I have so far in the way of my knowledge of my family before I was brought into existence, and my "earliest memories":
Family context:
I dont know jack shit. Nobody talks about it at all.
Here's my own observations Ive made using the framework and perceptive filters I was given--
My whole family is white Texans.
Ancestory is slaveowners of course, further back is a very likely direct parent-child descendent line from the most famous inbred british royalty of the 13th century i.e. King John, whose brother was the arab genociding Richard.
I would call my immediate family as upper poverty class. Its more like poverty with extra privileges cause mental health stigma was the only thing holding them back not other shit too.
As children we had a lot of very privileged opportunities because my parents made a lot of sacrifices to try and bring us back up the class ladder. Lets look into that generational trauma issue
My dads parents (born in the early 40s, dont know the year exactly. I think '43 or '44) were more upper middle class, pretty high income. Owned an insurance business that was very successful by the early 2000s at least. My grandpa is described to me as a "monster" and "violently abusive". I have a single memory of him screaming at me as a young child and I was cowering under a desk, so I really believe it. No other stories at all to provide context.
-- I gotta split this section off I realized I wrote the next thing about post-me context Ill need to move this part lower down later--
My grandpa got early onset dementia, my dad didnt notice in time, and my grandpa bankrupted his successful company and lost several million of dollars to "scammers and sexy ladies."
My dad found out around 2015-16 or so. He told me a little bit after telling me my grandparents were getting divorced. My dad managed to scrape together about $200,000 which is being sued for by the IRS actively.
(He split that money in two, and entrusted me tell him how to invest half in safe value stocks that I handpicked as well as a calculated risk allocation to bonds which we sold for 30% profit the second the market crashed. He gave the other half to a brokerage advisor. I never met the advisor but saw the results. Dont get me started on how the other dude did with that money-- we started this endeavor in January 2020.)
Personally I also dont believe that its possible to spend an entire fortune on scammers and strippers, so Id love to see his books and figure out what the hell went wrong with that asshole. I have a hunch I know something more than anyone else ("Enron", guys, we're talking about an insurance company in HOUSTON, in the 2000s) but I will never be sure without the books.
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Back to other family--
I do not know a single thing about my grandma on my dads side. She raised me quite a lot, but yeah I literally have only heard her life described to me as "she was a housewife"
On my moms side, my Mimi (also born 1940s but slightly younger so I think 1946 or 1947) came from a divorced, upper middle class family. In 1964-65, She and her step mom both got knocked up the same year so she watched her divorced dad remarry to said step mom when she was 18-19 and getting a shotgun marriage herself, so you can imagine what that was like. The "biological" of the two moms was a very good mom and very queer from what I hear. She died when I was a baby, from lung cancer. Thats all I know. My mimi raised me quite a lot, nearly equally as much as my mom did
My mom's dad, my Papa, came from a rural farming family in East Texas. Dont know much else of anything, but he and his siblings were named "Billy, Bobby, and Betty". As in, they are what everyone likes to call "hicks"
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Moving onto my direct parents now. I know a little more about them of course, but since we're getting closer in age to the present-- I think itll be easier to describe my understanding as common stereotypes. If its unclear what I mean definitely feel free to ask, but I'll probably say "I dont really know"
Not much else is relevant other than knowing that my moms family was the mormon one, but that as soon as my dad was love-bombed by the church he joined to. Mormons were also different in the 90s I'm told.
My dad struggled with being one of the "crazy schizos" of the 90s. As in, very traumatized, upset, and gaslit by the government and his parents. Must have done a damn good job dealing with it by the time he was in his late 20s and I popped out cause he was never a "bad dad" to me at all. Definitely yelled and was more angry at times, but less than any other friends parents Ive ever met, and from what I remember he came into my room at night and apologized to me literally every single time within like 5-10 minutes. I know pretty much nothing about him pre-me. He was a tradesman my whole life and specialized in remodeling kitchens & bathrooms (the 'dirty work of construction'). All his initial clientele were the rich people my grandma lived near and was friends with.
My mom would have been extremely queer-presenting and posting on tumblr if born in the year 2000, but was born in early 70s, and was a raegan teen in high-school in Texas during the satanic panic-- she presents completely cis, straight, but has body dysmorphia issues. Thats about you need to know about those issues I'm sure my tumblr folks can assume the rest and be perfectly correct. Cause thats about all I know too and I'm assuming the rest about my own mother
--- Earliest memories
I think a lot of people face doubt about their own earliest memories, maybe hearing the way I connect the images of these events in my head to my emotions I felt will help others do the same.
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Two disclosers about me & my current healthcare discoveries before moving on
1) My only "major" childhood trauma is loneliness. I have a partner now (started dating early high school, nearing 10 years together now) who was just as lonely and we are glued to each others side constantly, and have made our life work great that way. So don't feel too bad reading this, I'm only able to write it down because Ive healed that trauma and can dig this stuff up with no issues to validate the emotions I felt even as a child
1) I believe I have a genetic trait that is only just getting discovered. There are something like 6 discovered mutations that hold this similar trait so far, and its just basically chronic insomia.
It being a genetic trait tracks with how my mom describes me as never settling into a normal sleep pattern at 6 months old, having absurd amounts of nightmares and death anxiety keeping me up at night as a child, and I still dont sleep at any given time. I average 2 hours less sleep than my husband, who averages 7-8 now that he isnt actively being abused at home.
Going to get sequenced but even if negative I'd probably just be a 7th mutation, as they only found the other 6 genes via case study.
The scientists whove discovered it call it "Familial Natural Short Sleeper", if you desire to look it up. They describe the trait like its the best possible thing in the world. Well... terminally chronic insomia is not the best thing in THIS world thats for sure.
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My "earliest memories"
These arent ranked by time accurately of course. Took enough effort digging through my brain to turn them up, not like Ive got a 2003 calendar stuffed in here as well.
I did do my best to sort by first memory but it also might be sorted by the order at which I recovered the memories as being one of my "earliest" when I was a child and asked such things
1. Pure emptiness. I can only describe it as dissociation. I can remember nothing about the environment around me, except feeling suddenly sucked out of it, seeing only darkness, feeling almost a ringing in my ears and the deepest dread possible. This same feeling followed me in life for a little while, but started to take more visual shape when I was an adolescent, until at some point I would see myself sitting in a chair alone in a room that is infinitely sized but that slowly gets darker the further out you go. I cant remember what exact "real-world" event caused this feeling to ever happen each time it did. I just can remember having it happen occasionally when I was awake and doing things. Definitely dissociation. (If you are willing to believe me further I think its just probably "lights out" and being scared of that)
1. Riding a mattress down the stairs. I kind of remember two images, one is the tunnel vision of going high speed down the stairs and the other would be from looking back up at the stairs when I was done going down. Totally fun, probably my first rollar coaster ride. I might remember my siblings laughing too but it wouldnt be because I can remember the actual laughing-- but I can remember feeling the joy of being in a group of people laughing. At the time, my parents were selling the house so thats why I also remember it being a completely empty carpeted room that we were riding down into
2. My brother smashing his head repeatedly into the refrigerator for 'fun' and someone saying "wow he has a hard head" or something along those lines. I was learning english I cant remember exactly what they said but that was definitely the meaning I took from their words. I think this memory is strong, because I was truly very curious as to why my brother was just running at full speed, head down, and headbutting a hard surface. The words someone said after that must have been one of my first 'answers'
3. Watching my siblings play in rare Houston snow. Not much remembering there actually. Probably just thought it was mezmorizing to watch as I just really remember a picture and feeling peace
4. Will add more later.
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20) part of canon you found tedious or boring
The crossover parts in the light novels... thog dont caare (minor bit of canon but I literally paid cash money to get it translated so... -_-U)
Also that one episode in the second season / later volumes that was basically a repeat. The one with Saiki being invisible while Teruhashi tries to find him. We've already scene this exact same sitch play out, there's no development to either their characters or relationship, everyone knows their deal at this point so it's not even funny.... The anime should've replaced this one with the YouTube episode SMH, 10000% more value.
21) part of canon you think is overhyped
Not necessarily overhyped but I personally would have never picked the domestic abuse chapters to be the first ones in the series hsfjdlshfks. Yeah it's funny but like. It's still domestic abuse. Let's save the terrible home life for when the audience is more invested yeah? Though I guess people also don't notice the domestic abuse as much since it's front-loaded maybe?? I would like to see some research on this sort of thing tbh!!
22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores
All of the Aiura moments... She's always so so funny and sweet, and the way she and Saiki interact is wonderful, she's the person he's the most real around (Toritsuka doesn't count because he mostly gets Saiki's bad side for good reasons hsfjdlshfks).
When they work so well together at saving Yumehara's life despite being strangers... When Aiura shows so much kindness to Mera and is so determined to help her that Saiki ends up helping her even though he was originally against it... When Saiki saves Aiura from the gang and she still trusts him completely even though they'd fought and Saiki just did something violent, which most other people would consider monstrous... Her willingness to help out Saiki anytime, no questions asked, just because she cares about him... Their hilarious & effective co-performances against Imu and Yumehara (as Kaido)... When Aiura realizes "lucky feel" moments / her usual methods of seduction won't work and switches to just finding out when Saiki's free and hanging together eating dessert + talking... When Saiki clearly enjoys those dates so much that he immediately agrees to another in his tsundere way when she asks him... When Saiki chases her around for coffee jelly, so brain-empty and silly (see: my blog header)... Her faith that Saiki will fix things even when he has a death mark on him too... When Saiki trusts her with the fate of the world... When Saiki's clones carry her so closely when they could literally just levitate her completely physically apart and she never tries to cop a feel or get fresh... When she asks Saiki if he wants a kiss and respects his "no" but just has to share the physical comfort they both need in that moment...
And yet everyone always mischaracterizes her and cheapens her relationship with Saiki, especially when favoring another ship for him.
Or they think that she would be soooooo emo about it if Saiki rejected her. Hello?? She literally told him to fuck off because he tried to stop her from helping people, and did NOT look back or change her mind. Just because she's into bdsm doesn't mean she's going to compromise her morals for a dude, even if he's her soulmate. And she's clearly had no trouble pulling dudes before, so it's not like she'll be pining after him for long if he's being a dick.
On the other hand, she knows he's tsundere as fuck and that she'd have to play the long game with him, and she's clearly fine with it. She has confidence in her powers and has already seen how well they work & play together, so it's just a matter of time.
Anyways I get so so heated when people don't do my girl justice, as I'm sure you can tell hsfjdlshfks
Thanks for the ask @hillbilly---man 💜💜💜💜💜
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royalelusts · 2 years
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hii babes i was wondering if u could do a tr boys x( beyonce )reader maybe bonten?like how their s/o is famous and they are world criminals .have a good day <3
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rating: sfw
word count: 170
characters: chifuyu, bonten sanzu, bonten ran, bonten kokonoi, bonten kakucho
warnings: none tbh. straight fluff.
a/n; I was listening to a nintendo music playlist while writing this and lemme tell you something. it hit so good. I hope you enjoyed lovebug!!! mwah <333333
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Chifuyu
He often asks himself how he scored someone like you
Not that he isn’t confident in his skills
It just that you are literal perfection
The way you speak, the way you laugh, the way you dress
Just how you present yourself as a whole
He definitely has watched all of your interviews at least 3 times
Attempts to go on tour with you but also feels bad leaving everything to kazutora
So facetime is both of your favorites
Oh when you sing???
Literally feels like he died and went to heaven
I’m talking ascending the astral plane
Constantly showering you in compliments cause fuck you deserve it
Is always there if things ever get too much and need a break
One time a family came into the pet shop while you were hanging out behind the counter
The two little girls gasped before running up asking for hugs
You happily indulged cause they were adorable
Chifuyu was just standing there smiling cause you really were his whole world
Kokonoi
When he first met you he deadass had no idea who you were
He’s really only invested in bonten and whatever other businesses go into that
Y’all would probably meet by pure coincidence
You were at the bar relaxing after a long day
Some guy recognized you and was being very persistent
You were trying to be polite and turn him down but he wouldn't get the hint
And quite frankly it was pissing you off
Koko (who just happens to own the bar) glanced over and decided to intervene
He really only came over cause the guy owed bonten some cash
But hey he saved a cutie in the process so win-win?
 He offered you a drink saying it was on the house
You both started talking and the conversation just moved so smoothly
Y’all kind of hit it off them there
Texting each other every single day
He still had no idea who you were until 2 weeks later when Ran brought you up out of nowhere
But anyway
He spoils you so much
Like yeah you have the money to do all that yourself but he just cant help it
He wants to see you smile :)
If someone on one of your management/financial team isn’t doing a good enough job he’ll have them replaced immediately
You’ve tried to talk him out of this but it usually doesn’t go anywhere
“My baby deserves the best”
Doesn’t mind that you dont post him a lot (due to criminal activity)
He gets you all to himself that way
Ran
This mfer right here
Y’all already know how i feel about him
You two are that couple
He knows he’s hot
And the fact that he scored an absolute baddie like you just boosts this ego
He really wants to go on the red carpet with you to show off but cant :/
Instead he helps you pick out your outfit along with the accessories to top it all off
Whenever someone asks you what inspired the look you just smile and say “your personal designer”
Though you keep majority of your life private and off the internet everyone put the pieces together that you were dating someone
Whenever its brought up in an interview you just kinda brush it off and change the subject
One time paparazzi actually got photo of you and Ran together
You were literally on the brink of tears cause not only does it put everything you worked for in danger but also Ran
He wasn’t having that
No one stresses you out but him
He paid a little visit to the photographer and would you look at that?
No more photos!
Whenever he can convince you to go out with him to one of bonten’s many clubs its always a blasts
You’re both in the vip lounge sipping drinks
His hand is rested delicately on your waist the whole night massaging it slowly
UGH this man
Sanzu
How y’all met?
Kind of a mystery tbh
But here you are :D
Definitely your #1 simp
Like wow
He definitely gets sad you dont post him
Its a very common conversation between the both of you
“Why dont you post me?”
“You’re a literal criminal”
“I mean yeah but think of how cool we’d look together”
Though he says that he really doesnt involve you with bonten things
As long as it doesn’t directly interfere with y’all relationship its not mention
Well unless the Haitani’s just kinda show up to y’all penthouse wanting to hang out🧍🏽‍♀️
They often crash there since Sanzu’s is the closest from work
Not that you mind though
THIS ISNT ABOUT THEM RN THOUGH
Back to sanzu
He does want to go out with you sometimes though
You often go out super late together when barely anyone is on the street
There’s this one takeout restaurant you both go to often
You were worried at first but the owner is super chill
He’s seen enough shit so a celebrity and a dangerous criminal is the least of his worries
Kakucho
This man has my whole heart omg
The most normal out of the three others
Yeah he knew who you were but literally did not give a shit
Well he didnt until you two started dating
You both would go to the same coffee shop late at night
Him having just finished a job and you taking a break from the studio
You two usually never spoke to each other besides a small head nop to acknowledge one another
When you did actually speak it was just small talk before a comfortable silence returned
It got the point where you two would share a table doing your own thing
Him scrolling through his phone and you either doing the same or trying to come up with different lyrics to songs
You would often bounce some things off of him to see if he liked it
Kaku loves when you do this cause your voice is just so nice and smooth
Fast forward you’re both dating now
He’s really more of a homebody so y’all mostly chill at home together
Is up to date with everything in your life
Sometimes he even reminds you of things you forgot
“Dont you have the meeting today?”
“Huh?”
Cue you running out the apartment and calling your manager to apologize
He sent you a text reading ‘be safe’ cause he knows how you can get sometimes
Is your rock when you’re preparing for a tour or just frustrated in general
When you’re stress/tired/need attention (and hes done with his work) he’ll spoon you on the couch and take a nap with you
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l1tw1ck · 9 months
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THE TONY ANON MADE ME FEEL THINGS ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE. so now i will write some stuff more in depth about having sex with him. imagine youre some rich ceo of a company that provides stark with what he needs for his big ol projects,, n stuff, and because hes been making so many stupid investments (girls that cheat him out of his money and booze) he doesnt have enough to pay for the expensive items anymore. but you dont mind! you could very easily give him a discount, after all, youre so close, right? tonys glad that he gets this special discount, but when he asks you what it might be, he goes pale. you wanna ruin him- just for a night, maybe a bit into the morning if he feels like earning a few bucks. hes desperate, and clearly too hungover to think, and agrees. as creepy and strange as he finds you- he really, really wants that equipment, and he may as well have a good time getting it, right? wrong. hed stretched himself for the day of the "payment," quite adequately so. just in case you werent all smiles and big cash. and you certainly werent. when you take off your clothes, and show off what god has bestowed on you, he turns as white as a sheet, but soon afterwards his cheeks start to flush... why does he find this so hot? hes fucking some rich guy for equipment, just the idea gets him all hot and bothered.. normally he imagines himself in the place of the rich ceo, but being the recipient of his torture might be something interesting to delve into. but he doesnt have time to think- you pounce on him, tearing off his clothes and shoving his face into your cushy bed with his ass pointed up towards your already aching length. hes surprised, but not reluctant, adjusting his position to be more comfortable while you shove a finger inside of him. "well prepared," you comment, and fiddle with his little dicklet. hes rich, why wouldnt he have the money to take hormones? youre happy that he has, because stroking it is almost hypnotizing, the squeaks and shaking whimpers coming out of his limp body enough to make you leak. and so, once youve had enough of your teasing, you dump what must be a quarter of a bottle of lube onto his hole, and position yourself at his entrance. he expects you to tantalizingly slide inside of him, which is the cause of his surprised yelp when you almost immediately start plowing him into the mattress, grasping his hips with a bruising, vice grip to keep him from sliding into a flat position. he can hardly keep himself from cumming right then and there, screaming into the linen of your bedsheets to keep his moans from echoing throughout your entire penthouse. tony can hardly think, but he realizes that hes going to have to endure your pace throughout the entire night, and whines pitifully when his first orgasm approaches at a disturbingly fast speed, his gut coiling into a tight knot thats almost painful. its when you latch onto his neck with a hard bite for more leverage that he squirts all over your bed, staining it with his sloppy juices. and that pisses you off only slightly- youre too focused on making this the most memorable "experience" hes ever had. your balls start clenching sooner than you want them to, and you groan into the skin of his nape when you empty yourself in his awaiting, squeezing walls, painting his insides white with your cum. you pant atop him for a short while, but what disturbs tony the most is how quickly your cock hardens once more, releasing a whiny moan muffled in toyour soiled bedsheets. (hope you enjoyed this, bc i sure did enjoy writing it (i like to horny rant about men, it is very relaxing))
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im being blessed today😭💕💕
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modernbaseball · 1 year
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Some Of My thoughts/predictions from succession trailer pleaaaase feel free to contribute or fight with me. you dont have to read this all just pick a bullet point that intrigues you
STEWYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!& was that tabitha or a blonde woman??? & i am sooo bewitched by sandi and i really hope she gets some screentime and dialogue especially w/ shiv
the "teaming up with stewy" thing is going to be a fake out. theyll try and get shot down immediately
might be one of the only scenes we get with stewy? (it would be long and emotional but still)
stewy hug im so fucking sick right now. perhaps its after he goes yeah fuck no man/a sort of judas hug of betrayal. and i hope he tells him about the manslaughter. a girl can hope
the "i hate you" scene roman is LITERALLY going to have sex with mattson 😐 im happy for you guys but i hate him so bad and not in a fun way i think hes dull and irritating and too swedish
logan sees roman as the weakest link and is going to try and use him to tear them apart
i think connor sees his campaign as his contribution to the sibling's efforts. hes here to beat that fascist
big fat PREDICTION: a small percentage of menkin's userbase will somehow be persuaded to vote conner (such as menkin accused of gay and comes out as VERY MUCH against the gays, conner cashes in on this) leading to menkin loosing, so, in a WAY, conner beats menkin
would also be funny if conner's gay rights stuff is because roman gets outed as...[ambiguous]. like its definitely for political reasons primarily but the idea of I SUPPORT MY GAY EVIL BROTHER! is quite funny
not a lot of shiv in this trailer i think she will play a role that is very key in this season and they want to conceal that. and/or. pregnant
furthermore the emphasis on roman makes me believe his plots might not influence the wider story as much as they are trying to make us believe
i hate greg i want to explode him with my mind (haircut)
not showing any roman/fascist interactions...curious
i hope logan stabs gerri HARD succession fans see her as like this unshakable pillar and im not about that. show me the inner lives of women now .
where is jess i want her
i really enjoy the pierces i hope we do genuinely see more of them and it isnt just a fake out AND i hope they invite frank into their cult
i just know greg is going to betray tom for a can of coke and a 6 piece chicken nugget
i hope someone buys greg a watch i love themes and metaphors
i know the series is supposed to conclude with a funeral and i know jesse said kendall won't die but. well either its going to be someone totally unexpected dies and logan continues his miserable loveless hateful existence as the ""winner"" who is now alienated from his family(and maybe even played a key role in one of his children's deaths?....)
OR its so obvious of course he will die he had to die jesse armstrong doesnt do red herrings he doesnt do plot twists logan is old and hes sick and hes killing himself more every season he is going to die and suddenly none of it will even matter
ewan and logan are going to have a very important scene that leads to their sort of reconciliation or that being the last time they will ever speak
what if greg's dad saw him getting rich and showed up in his life again. what then
overall my biggest hope is more stewy, roman never catches a break, shiv gaslights tom, and someone gets outed for gay activities (im not picky about who)
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nyxieneo · 2 years
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asking ur friends for money prank (?)
ft. j. jaehyun, l. mark, mentions of z. chenle
youtube / socialmedia au
lowercase intended, not proofread !
mc is a girl and is referred to as y/n, no warnings (afaik) but please do feel free to comment.
all of them are idols, including mc !
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"hello there! as you may have seen on the title of this video, today, i will be pranking my close friends and telling them that i am in need of cash/money" she briefly introduces as she sat on the warmth of her living room couch.
"how will we do this? will we succeed? will they actually give me money?" she rambles, making curious faces to the camera situated on the coffee table in front of her.
"let's get right into it, shall we?"
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ON THE PHONE
yuno🫡 | ringing...
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"we are currently dialing nct's jaehyun, hopefully he's not busy or in the middle of something important" and as if on cue, the ringing is interrupted by the deep and honey-like voice of yours truly.
"darling?"
"jae, hi, so, i know this may sound absurd . . . " she starts off, it can immediately be picked up— by the tone of her voice— that she's nervous, though both sides likely have their own interpretation.
"everything you say is absurd" he jokes, in hopes of lightening up the mood of the supposedly nervous girl, "take it easy, im listening."
"yes, right . . . as i was saying, would you mind if i— asked for some cash?" y/n immediately figures that the boy on the other side of the line is taken aback by the question, but, of course, he manages to keep his cool.
"hm? it's quite unbelievable if you say you've ran out, why?"
"well, i lost . . . my wallet . . . ?" she says, the hesitance evident in her voice.
"you're kidding me. tell me the actual reason" he rubs her first reasoning off, scoffing.
"i actually did! i lost it sometime today, i just dont know where it is now, i've been trying to find it—" she explains in a rather hurried manner, which was a bad move (he knew y/n too well to even bother to believe the bad reasoning)
"don't you have like, a tracker on it?" he asks, his suspicions rising by the minute
"i dont even know anymore, maybe it got detached from it- i don't know" y/n stuttered, bad, making 'i dont think i can do this anymore' faces to the camera
"calm down, little gremlin." he decides to give her the benefit of the doubt, "how much do you need and where do you need it? i'm pretty sure i'm free, i can get you— wherever you are— and just pay for your stuff."
"that would be nice, are you sure you can though? i'll text you the address." she smirks, advance celebrating her first win.
"yeah, just checked. send it now, i'm on my way to the parking lot" y/n's eyes visibly widened a fraction but still kept her cool, sending the address to her place to indirectly say that this was all a prank.
"check my message, yuno" she slowly starts laughing maniacally, making the man confused, till he saw the message that was sent
"wh— you actual menace, are you that bored? got me so worried for a second, thought you actually were in trouble you stupid gremlin" the man sighed audibly, "i can't believe i went through all that effort to check if i was available and if i was allowed to go . . . do you want me to go there, still?"
"i dont mind, but, don't tell mark and the others though, i'm filming a little prank video right now." she gives permission, before shifting the conversation to the main topic
"don't worry, won't be talking to them as i'm driving. you know me, am a safe and responsible driver." he assures, laughing a bit as he knew how she would react to the claims
"yeah, for sure" she sarcastically says, but, of course, what he said was true (though, she would hate to admit that because it might get to his head, wouldn't want to inflate the ego)
"okay, drive safely, i'll go bother other people now."
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ON THE PHONE
lee m. 🍉 | ringing...
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the girl was sat patiently as her phone rung, one hand drumming beats with her fingers on her thighs as the other held the phone up to her mouth.
"yo, what's up?" mark's voice could be heard, replacing the repeating rings.
"dude, so, i might've stumbled upon a little problem . . ." she cringes her face to accentuate the feelings of 'something went wrong' (even if the boy couldn't see her through the call)
"wait what? did you get the wrong thing sent to you, again?" he asks in disbelief, knowing how rarely the girl gets into trouble.
"no, but— it's . . . " she pauses, then lets out a small sigh, "i kinda, might've lost . . . my wallet" she slowly states, her voice getting less coherent (but still quite understandable) as she continued.
there was silence on the other end of the line, which made y/n guess that he was still processing her words, to which he was, all that could be heard was a huff before saying, "dude, what?! whe— how?!"
the girl was doing all her best to not laugh at the reaction, the man himself, had given (not that she expected any less.)
"y- yeah, i was just in the mall and went home, found out i had already lost my wallet. what makes things worse, i went out alone."
"your manager wasn't with you?! dear, god, what do i eve— you could've asked johnny to accompany you, he was free . . . even me and jae were free! you could've asked us, we would've been down to go out with you." to say that mark was slowly deteriorating was an understatement, he's full on going glitch-mode, if you will.
y/n couldn't keep it going, at this point, the boy was already going through a plethora of (funnily) unpleasant emotions, to the point where she was now laughing out loud.
"what's so funny, y/n? you've just lost your wallet! did you lose anything else?" he questions, as if she had just laughed while a funeral was going on.
"this is all a joke, i wanted to prank you" she says, in between laughters.
it was imaginable how his face was the moment that was said, "that wasn't even the climax of it" she added as if that wasn't already enough shock to mark.
"what do you mean that wasn't all?" he asked, evidently and utterly confused, but he (now) knows it's all for the youtube channel.
"the main part of it was supposed to be, me asking you to lend me cash because, as i had said, i 'lost my wallet', just to see how you'd react to that." she briefly explains, still cracking up to how he was like a mom scolding her daughter for doing something so improper.
"of course, i'd lend you money, any time. though, i wouldn't be your first option, if that time were to come. you could've asked your parents— or, y'know, other people who seem more responsible than i am." he brings up, which was true, if anything, he knows she would've called jaehyun, first hand.
"yeah, you're right. anyway, don't tell anybody else, i've done jae though, no need to worry about him."
"i figured, anyway, you should do chenle later, he's going to be already on his way to your place before you even know it." mark jokes, knowing how fond the guy was with y/n.
"alright, i'll talk to you later. bye, sugarpie." she teased, knowing how much the endearment made him want to vomit.
"oh, just shut up. i'm hanging up" and he did.
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ON THE PHONE
chnele🗣 | ringing...
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"i doubt he's going to pick up, he's said earlier that we was going to go out and play, most likely eat, too. "
just as she was saying, he did, in fact, not answer the call, it was very likely that he has in the middle of a game (or the phone was on do not disturb.)
"next person!"
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💌 i hope this wasnt too much (considering how this is a first post) anyway, i hope you, whoever might come across this, have read well ! wish the ending wasn't too abrupt 😭
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Transparent Soul
Adam x Fem!Reader
Context : (Name) sings in a band and adam is at one of her shows. they are strangers, but he has heard of her.
Content : language, making out
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"i dont fuckin' know if it's a lie or its a fact, all your little fake friends 'll sell your secrets for some cash, smile in my face then put your cig out on my back, if you ever see me just get to running like the flash"
Adam stood at the front of the crowd, watching as (Name) danced around, microphone in hand. Adam had been infatuated with (name) ever since he saw one of her videos on social media, so when he saw the opportunity to go to one of her shows, he knew it was an offer he just couldn't pass up.
"I knew a boy just like you, he's a snake just like you, such a fake just like you, but i can see the truth, transparent soul"
As (Name) continued to dance around the stage, Adam wondered more and more about her. the biggest question on his mind was however, did she know who he was?
"oh i can see right through, just so you know transparent soul, i can see right through just so you know"
As (Name) was singing, adam watched her point to someone holding a sign right next to him, and blow them a kiss. when he looked round to the sign, he saw it read, "We Love you (Name)!" This made Adam think. Had he ever seen one of those signs at his concerts before? Come to think of it, he never looked into the crowd to check.
"I don't fucking know if it's paradise or it's a trap Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ass? No one's brave enough to take the fall right But it's all your fault Why you actin' like it's alright?"
as Adam enjoyed the music, he looked and watched all the other band members. 'none of them were nearly as cool as (Name)', Adam thought.
"I knew a girl just like you She was vain, just like you Such a pain, just like you And everybody knows the truth"
when Adam turned his head back round to look at (Name), he saw her staring right back at him.
"Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know"
Adam didn't know what to think. Possibly one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen was just staring at him. Why? Well, as (Name)'s set was coming to a close, Adam thought it best to look for her after the show. Hell, maybe she would know who he was.
"It's clear to me now
You're scared of me, wow
It's clear to me now ,transparent soul
It's clear to me now
You're scared of me, wow
It's clear to me now ,transparent soul"
As the set came to a close, Adam sought after (Name). Sneaking backstage, he found her, standing next to the refreshments table, drinking a bottle of water.
"Hey, (Name)!" He said , coming up behind her. "Great set out there! I loved that last one." As (Name) turned around, her jaw dropped, and when she didn't reply to his compliment, he noticed her staring again. "You...okay?" When she didn't reply, only stared, he thought it best to introduce himself. "I'm Adam. I play too. Although we kinda play for a...different crowd." (Name) finally answered, "oh no, I know who you are. I'm just... I love your music! I can't believe you're at one of my shows!" It was now Adam's turn to be shocked. How could a girl so beautiful know who he was? Now, when Adam didn't answer, (Name) brought it upon herself to ask, "do you uh... wanna come back to my dressing room? It's uh.. a nicer scene than out here." She said with a small chuckle."oh uh, yeah! Sounds great!"
As they made their way to (Name)'s dressing room, Adam couldn't help but watch her every move. He was obsessed. He'd never experienced anything like it before.
When they finally got into the dressing room, (name) immediately flopped onto a couch, tired from the night, and grabbed her and Adam a beer. When Adam stayed standing in the middle of the room, she gestured to the space on the couch next to her, to which he happily filled.
"So what brings you to one of my shows?" Adam didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her why he really came. That he came because she was so undeniably beautiful and he wanted a chance to slide into her pants. So he told her the first thing that came to mind. " I saw you guys, online. Looked like a cool scene." (Name) smiled. As they continued talking, opening up a few more beers, Adam let a confession slip. "Oh and when I saw you? You were just so fuckin' hot, sugartits." When he watched (name)'s face flush, he knew he had an affect on her. "You think I'm hot?" She asked, craving his affection. "Unbelievably." As they stared at each other in silence, (name) could only think one thing. "Do not look at his lips. Do not look at his lips. Do not look at his lips."until suddenly, she did. She tried to stay calm, maybe he hadn't seen it. But oh was she wrong. Adam saw it. And Adam wanted to take it farther. "Watcha lookin' at, hot stuff?" (Name) tried to think up a quick response, but her mind had blanked. "Kiss me." She muttered. "What was tha-" Adam asked but he was cut off by (name)'s lips crashing onto his, her hands moving slowly up his chest and finding perch around his neck. As he began to kiss her back, invading her mouth with his tongue, he flipped them over, so that he was now sitting above her. "Oh fuck..." she muttered, in between breaths.
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merscylilith · 2 years
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Plushie < love first sight> | Sanzu Haruchiyo
Sanzu Haruchiyo x f!reader
Fluff.
Crimes, headless men, drugs, violence, curse, blood, abusive father
masterlist
Summary : no one would believe how the 2nd command in Bonten being the softest person towards the plushie that gave by a random girl when he on his mission. Crazy.
It was a peaceful late night according to Sanzu. Screaming in fears from the traitors make him feel alive. How can he not, it was so addictive to hear.
Sanzu swing left to right his shiny yet sharped sword in front of the kneeling traitors.
" Oh my, oh my, what an amused sight to end my night. Cant believe had to settle all this down in the street, you fuckers dog " the pink haired man look at them in disgust. He have love-hate relationship with the traitors, love ; to kill them ( the most enjoyable thing he said ), hate ; because the blood of scraps spurt around his demonic grin.
There were no people, except for them. Yeah, them. When he about to swing his katana, " hi ! If you dont mind, would you have this plushie ", Sanzu tilted his head to the girl who wore a cute pink dress with innoccent snile plastered on her face and with awkward gesture on waving her hands. " The fuck this girl up to ? Did she cant read the situation ? ", put his katana down, and walk up towards the girl.
The girl knew who he was and she fucking risk her life just for this thing. But she had no choice. Her father said , " if you saw pink haired man, sell everything to him even by any meant that you got killed which i dont care if you die ", it was not her first time after all.
And here she was
" what a pretty doll doing at time like this ? " the man with diamond shaped scars feels his feeling got stucked in between lucky and terrified. " you can have my plushie, hamster plushie, i-i supposed to sold this, it s-sound crazy but there are good stuff inside it ", you turn down the tune at your last sentence, good stuff, Sanzu rise his eyebrows and look at the annoying hamster's eyes. Oh.
" how much ? Nah , never mind. Take this 5000$ and have a goodnight ", Sanzu pull out the cash that cost more than the stuff that her abusive father forced her to sell the drugs in the red-street of Roppongi, he shoved the money to your hand and took a weird plushie that containts drugs. He bought it because the seller is the cutie , but for now, he doesnt feel like want to get high, the real plaything was right infront of him, kneeled like the worshipped him.
You just stared at the cash and the kneeled men. It was not like you care but pity for them ? Sanzu look at the girl confusely, what else she want, i want to get rid of the fuckers rat. Then, he got an idea, " Little miss, you wanna know what punishment we should give to naughty boys? Not kind if the naughty boys on the bed but - ", he stop talking and swungs his katana to the neck of traitors, one by one. You shocked and feel like your heartbeat stop beating, one of the traitor's head was rolling to your feet, the blood was spurted none stop from the neck. Sanzu laugh like it was normal thing to do, well if you are in criminal organization, that's not something new.
You immediately ran away from there, all the plushie that you bought have been forgotten, left behind at the scenes. Damn, father will kick me to the death. As you still bringing you wobbling legs, Sanzu's manic laugh still echo in your head with the scenes of the man's head flew away. It will took a good decade to forget the picture.
Sanzu just reflecting his smirk towards your figure who try her best to escape from there. Ah, cant even get her name.
Then, his eyes directly lead to the hamster plushie that you accidently left behind by you.
Oh, i knew how.
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Now, you are lying on the dirty washroom. All your body was bruises and full of blood. The mimic of your abusive father still stuck on your head. After you came home, you told him all the truth that you face tonight but the abusiver would never care about anything other than money.
You cant afford any energy to cry. The manic laugh, the screaming of headless men and your angry father were echo on your head again and again, everything happened at just one night. You were in your house's washroom, too scared to get out and look at your father's eyes.
Huh, guess what, i have to sneak out again throught the washroom window.
Sanzu took the plushie and oh, he is the infamous criminal, so it was easy for him to track some people, no exception for you.
" Ey, pretty girl kinda a wild . I like it ", he muttering something as his eyes read everything about you carefully and smile playfully, how you were an experienced drugs seller for over 5 years, and stop going to college in order to help your father with his bussiness.
You wanna know ? He hug the hamster plushie, said that he cant forget your shocked cute face. It is not he being obsessive, just a crush that everyone would have. Sanzu has no intention to scare you or make you uncomfortable but he is a loyal mad dog , falling in love in the first sight. He realized what he just said about himself and shake it off. No no no no no, not love.
Then, he smirked again, if love existed that must be you , y/n, as he watched your high school graduation photo.
Your legs betrayed you. Usually, you will hide from your father at the near hideout that 1 km away from the house. You bought it, because the hideout was cheaper than the drugs she sold everyday. Far different from the usually, you heard your name have been called.
"Plushie girl", she saw the wide grin from pink haired man. The man from just now. You didnt asked for death at this moment so,
You were about to make a speed from there but Sanzu definitely faster in action compared to you.
" Not so fast princess. You owe me ", he hold you by grabbing you at the back of your neck , bent down to parallel with your eyes. He flashed his michivious smile. So pretty. Your eyes was definitrly the prettiest.
" I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU. LET ME GO ", you were wiggling under his grasp, surely he is stronger than you.
Sanzu straightening his posture and look down to your eyes while he still grab your back neck, " i knew your father is abusive, so...im the kindest and the most wanted man, i will let you stay at my penthouse ", he flashed a prideful smile because he knew his luxury accomodation will make you more comfortable.
" have no choice, do i ? But mister, there were useless with alm the nickname that you just gace yourself if you got a stupid head. IM NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING ", tapped your feet on the ground, hold your tune to not sound direspect towards the criminal that you had just witness slashing people's head.
"Oh, honey. Yes, you do. You owe me your heart ", Sanzu winked his eyes, and without care about your tantrum or confirmation agreement, he took you by forced to follow him until his penthouse.
Like it or not, Sanzu already have an eyes on you. Not a plain eyes but the love he have been craved for.
He will love you and you will love him, he is not forcing you to love him instantly but he will make sure you feel the same as him by grew a love rapidly everyday.
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" Baby, where is my hug ? I need a hug before sleep ", he being pouty is your weakness. You rolled yout eyes and threw the towel you have just used to his face. That's was make him screaming like a bitch in heat. " Haru, you are digust me ", you laugh at him. Being with in for almost 4 years, feel like a real heaven.
He rolled his body if you havent wake up yet. He said want to spend all his time with your brightest eyes saw him. Annoying pink haired man, you muttering under your breath but you cant denied, he is a great plushie for you to hug for him to stop rolling. Well, hug is not bad if you wont wake up, he hugged and kiss your sleepy lips passionately but full with love.
He smiled and kiss your nose affectionately, " i love you , baby".
" i love you too, stinkiy husband", he gasped in disbeliefed.
Love in the first sight during the judgement hammer in the red street, is the definitely story he would share and proudly dragging his beautiful love to your both kids and grandchild.
The drug in the plushie still remains untouchable, it for the memories, he said.
Your abusive father ? He want to kill your father but instead, you prefer him being in jail for child abuse, and your words are his command, he would do anything for you.
Sanzu also slowly stop taking drug with your helped. He have another addiction after all, you.
Everytime his executives pay a visit to your both house, the amount of hamster plushie in the living room caught their eyes. And wont stop teasing Sanzu after they knew the owner of the plushie.
" baby girl, look at them. Get mad at them, baby, they make fun of me ", he stomp his feet infront of you. You cant helped but join his executives to tease him. He sulked but dont worry, at night he will make sure you take a punishment, he got that smirked.
When he hold your daughter for the first time on his arms after the doctor pass hisbm daughter to him, he would give the universe to your both. And she's daddy girl.
"She beautiful like you, honey ", he caressing your check and kiss your forehead affectuonately.
As their daughter turns to 4 years old, Sanzu always spoilrd her wuth everything but now, she want " i want that hamster plushie, daddy ", oh how can herefused it.
As he take it for his daughter, he smiled and remember all the memories he had with you, the plushie and love first sight.
I wrote this as everyone have gone to dreamland, it was raining outside. And i just enjoy writing this. Im very sleepy and i felt lile kind rushed to this because my finger got cramped. I will re-do to edit any mistake.night.
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What are you as a Ranger ready to throw hands over?
Well I am and have thrown hands a few times, but why don't we extend this one to the whole team?
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Minnie: There are a few things I can't stand to see or that I deal with on a regular basis. 1.) People who yell and push their Pokémon too far, immediate schooling.
2.) People who do stupid and dangerous things near innocent Pokémon or children. I have had to capsize several boats, jetskiis, and snowmobiles and Cloyster is really good at it.
And 3.) People who litter in my water or chop down my trees without permission. chopping down trees will get you a fine, but there are so many times we need to rehome wild Pokémon just trying to survive because of the cold weather, and people just chop down their homes. But I catch so many litter bugs on the beach, and if its a child I'll usually scold them and they will pick up their trash, but adults are the worst because they know better, and when I need to correct an adult, i have no patience.
They usually get one warning, but so many of them try to brush me off, or give me lip, and that will get you a flip, and tackle, or a fat lip if you try that sh*t with me!
I often make them go down there and pick up their trash, and Cloyster is usually keeping a close eye on them as well.
I have a pretty high success rate with it.
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Eddie: Drunks! Ugh you wouldnt believe how many rowdy people we get who get a little too wound up on the silly juice and do dumb stuff in public.
I don't mind helping people who do dumb things in the wild, because they learn their lessons, but when I see someone who's not from here, coming to a festival and they decide to ride around all hopped up, or cause a public disturbance, or worse they try antagonizing Pokémon, I have no qualms putting them to sleep.
Worst is when they get real angry and try picking fights, cuz oohhhh by I'll give em one.
We actually get those kinds of people very often, but I try not to let silly people and dumb people get to me too often, after all we gotta have good times when we can ya know!
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Jo: Suits. I hate em, those stuck up fools who think they can buy everything and try to whenever they can.
They are lucky that I'm so damn good at my job and that I usually have better things to do than let them wave a wad of cash in my face.
But I've had a few who have overstepped their boundaries and wound up in the hospital.
Didn't even need to make a fist for it either, guess my tea was too strong for em. *siiiiiiip*
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Rai: Uhhh, wow, didnt know my team was so ready to throw down. Uhh, i guess I dont like bad people?
But I sually dont need to throw hands at them, because we work so well as a team.
I guess I just cant stand people who hurt pokemon, but I usually put more enrgy into helping the pokemon than the people who hurt them. Sorry my answer isnt that impressive.
Minnie: What?! What about that one mission where you went ballistic?
Rai: W-what are you talking about? I don't remember that?
Eddie: Oh yeah! You were super pissed! Something set you off man, what was it?
Rai: I really don't-
Minnie: How can you not remember?! You were swearing up a storm, I saw you throw a guy too, which is impressive considering your size, seriously it was -
Jo: *Ahem* Rai doesn't get mad you two, he's a very professional Ranger, and that's why he doesn't have any warnings, unlike you two chuckle nuts.
That should answer your question right?
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“Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong.”- Mandy Hale
It is in our nature to develop into a better beings of ourselves. Those who don't grow as a person will begin to deteriorate. They turn into an empty soul with no drive for anything, and they end up with physical and mental health issues, no friends, and no love life.
Many of us think that chasing the new promotion is the only growth we can achieve. We forget the soul and the body. We neglect mental hygiene. Our brain turns into a mush with nothig but a simple desire for dopamine, full of kortizol, lack of seretonin. I could list till the end of the world the importance of clear mind.
But a clean mind doesn´t come with just journaling, meditation and taking a walk every now and then. A facemask wont fix your depression.
A clean and strong mind requiers:
clean surroundings
clean diet
strong body
organised life
Clean room + surroundings:
Peterson said to have your life in order before we judge others and to have a clean room. He is right. Just by following your morning routine of making your bed makes you more productive + your rooms looks more clear.
Give yourself the motivation to keep your room/ apartment/ house clean and organized.
For example:
you want to buy the new limited colection of tea cups, but you also need to take out the thrash ouf of your room and vacuum
Solution:
you put a timer of your phone and lets just say, within 40 minutes you will clean and vacuum
after that, you reward yourself with the purchase of said tea cups
Clean eating:
We all know the endles rules about cutting out sugar, processed foods and dont even think about those fries and to-go fast foods. They tell to restrict, while not teaching us how to control ourselves , especially if we are struggling with food. I myself had an sugar addiction, I was snackin on chocolate bars, ate till I couldnt and then ate more. Until one day.
In ATOMIC HABITS by JAMES CLEAR I read something along the lines of signing a contract with someone and putting what we want to quit, away (in my case it was sugar = dang i loved the ones with the caramel filling). So i did that, signed a contract with my mother, if I ate said chocolate, i would have to pay a hefty amount of cash and hold a family meeting where i present my page long apology.
Try adding food instead of substracting.
For example:
I want to eat ramen. So I add a soft boiled egg (protein) , nori sheets (iodine), sesame seeds (healthy fats, protein, B vitamins, minerals, fiber, antioxidants, and other beneficial plant compounds) with a chili-garlic (garlic= vitamins C and B6, manganese and selenium, chili = vitamin C and antioxidants) paste.
Replace with a better alternative.
For example:
I want sugar in my tea. I add stevia
The recepy requires to add white chocolte or milk chocolate chips. Instead add dark chocolate chips.
Strong body:
Getting a strong body is challenging. We want to look good, but that is not important, the importance is the strenght and the health that comes with it.
take up on a challenge ( some simple 2 week challenge from youtube)
instead of a car or a public transport use a bike or walk (skateboard or rollerskates will do as well)
Organized life:
get clear boxes/containers and label them
categorise
use that calendar that you buy every year and you only use it for the first week of the year, yes I am looking at you
get rid of things you dont use, that make-up you got from your aunt from the 7th grade, it is time to say goodbye, you dont need 3 exact same black handbags
after using things, put them immediately away
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bro..... im sooo tired of ppl being whiny freaks about ppl liking fictional shit ‘~too much~’. like bitches are literally fully convinced if you prefer acting out certain ideas in fiction but not irl, thats not your normal preferential boundaries but rather your brain is a mental illness BOMB and you need to be fucking hospitalized for being imaginative and having autonomy. like yall if its not taboo or smth shut uuuuhp man you’re not ‘concerned for their health’ or w/e you’re fully just tryna get away with being a nihilistic asshole who lacks sympathetic reasoning skills. listen to me. fiction is valuable. the thoughts we have on it are important. the personal lack of value you happen to put on a media is next to worthless. its not a fuckin waste of time dude, creators are people, who live in the real world, they experience it and have ideas through it and about it, they form and tweak their ideas while still definitely existing in the real world, and then put that back into the world with a new angle and new perspective, to share with other people definitely encountering it in , you guessed it , the real world. thats not disconnected. its not nothing. these things do not magically appear from fairytale land, they are created. stories mean smth, people tell them for a reason, its ok to feel smth for any story, why would we even tell them if not with the intention to impact others emotionally somehow i mean??? fiction does not Just affect reality, it is valuable to real life society, it is a functioning thriving part OF reality. 
humans have told stories since the dawn of our existence. it is literally all but an inherent species trait for us to imagine things, its tied to each and every one of us, and to reject ‘fantasy’ as smth worthless to human life is frankly just fuckin wrong and weird of you. bitch we are Supposed to get outside the box, the fandom ppl you cringe your pants over arent thinking abt fake shit too much, you guys very often just arent exercising abstract thought and imagination enough, which actually hurts your ability to engage with it critically in all the ways its meant to be. if you dont see the value in fiction its because you put in no effort to form the analysis skills. in other words, you idiots dont get the hype bc you’re too stupid to get how you're supposed to compare a book to the real world it came from. ‘uu but cmon not everythings valuable what about [tumblr designated cringe media]-’ 1. ok! somehow you havent come to this conclusion yourself yet but thats not real, whatever ppl get to enjoy is not all abt you, your bias means less than dirt to others outside of hivemind social medias, you can keep it to yourself, ppl shouldnt care about it bc it means nothing outside of ur own space, its literally funny to me that you’re so elitist you want me to cater my interests to you, Your Standard Of Quality Isnt Universal, 2. ranking the values of fiction is the waste of time here, if you compare mlp to pride and prejudice ill dissect your teeth, different emotional impacts from tragic to funny to Just A Vibe are all able to be assessed as ‘valuable to somebody else so leave well enough alone’ if you dont have 2010+ funnyman brainrot disease that makes you incapable of reflecting on anything you can find a way to joke abt first.
i mean seriously like. whenever randos start engaging with medias you ppl dont like or in ways you dont get, the strawmans yall make up to get to be cringe culture vultures abt such benign shit, and almost Always at the expense of neurodivergent people with a deeply rooted undertone of extreme ableism might i add..... its just so selfish. u have a brain ok, you’re manipulative but we both know you dont Actually think ppl automatically default to being a waifu obsessed incel rotting away at their basement computer, stagnating their social skills and straying further and further from reality with each passing day, a poor disturbed wretch that you just HAVE to save from themselves, all bc they say they. prefer fictional porn or w/e to having sex irl. buddy thats not a big deal, theyre normal, just different from you. theyre fine, you’re just uncomfortable. as a functioning adult you’re gonna have to try and recognize that sometimes that feelings gonna be 100% on you, and you cant always just lie abt the validity of it to make ppl feel obligated into agreeing with you. this is gonna be one fragment of their personhood and your self obsessed brain imploding over how unrelatable that is doesnt fucking matter, grow up bitch like. how detached do you have to be to think thats so unstable or morally wrong.... its just a completely inconsequential preferential decision that only affects them and isnt a wrong choice at all cuz nobody has to get their dick wet if they dont wanna for any reason ever and thats gotta be that tbh.... and it kills me cuz they still inherently experience the real world and are capable of thinking abt it critically,,, even tho they... masturbate to drawings or w/e the fuck ppl think is unhealthy ???? like? imagination is just fun we dont need to moderate it anymore than we moderate other fun activities i mean lol ksdjfsd this is the DEFINITION of ‘just vibing’ no one FUCKING cares and it deosnt fucking matter the way you desperately try to make ppl think it does just so u get to be loud abt ur shortcomings as a decent understanding person. 
‘uuuuuu im sorry but thats unhealthy :///’ you sound like a goddamn maniac dude stories are not unhealthy having feelings abt them is not unhealthy thinking some anime bitch that was DRAWN TO BE HOT , IS HOT, is not UNHEALTHY and you clowns arent convincing anybody you ‘care’ abt that concept anyways !! im losign my mind here skdlsdfsd medias are literally DESIGNED TO DO THIS TO PEOPLE... WE’RE SUPPOSED TO FEEL THINGS FOR IT.... IT IS WHAT MAKES THE ART WE’VE TAKEN PART IN FOR CENTURIES, “ART”.... ITS JUST... HAVING IDEAS AND EXPERIENCING IMAGINATION..... whats wildly unhealthy actually is yalls toxic obsession with ‘harsh truth’ and validating your stupid ass cwinge feewings to the point where everything that gives your underdeveloped selfish ass hives has to be a matter of health and morals and whats ‘best’ for everyone. u dont know that shit!!!! ur a petty brat and im not ur mommy ok i wont baby you so u dont feel like the shitty whiny person you are, you need to grow and do better and think outside urself already, dont put the responsibility of making u feel right for judging somebodies benign hobbies on me. i wont bc its wrong and unnecessary. you’re not a savior no ones falling for that lmao you’re just a bitch girl xoxo get over it shit truly does not matter. let them write nsfw self insert fics instead of banging !! 
to make it real do yall really not Get that basic consent kinda doesnt just mean ‘no when im not in the mood at the time’ but it means ‘no if i just dont fuckin feel like having sex ever for literally any reason at all bc i choose what i do’ and pressuring them, even with what your warped brain translates as the best of intentions, is inherently disgusting? especially with the ‘i know how to help you’ attitude like......... ohhh die soonly ew lmao! lay off this nasty shit already please it doesnt matter! stop trying to make it matter!! its not hurting you or them you stupid tumblr phd ass!! and like again yeah some media shits just truly gross but tbr now its like even That kind of shit, the Real social issues caused by Actually problematic media that ppl should discuss Genuinely without ulterior motives, is being used more and more rampantly as just a stepping stone to get to the needless mockery of other harmless things in the media they want an excuse to bag on.......... like a bitch cant just be grown and talk about problems at face value without getting a bully jab in. smhhhhh you all fuckin suck please just stop talking already. so anyways yeah being attracted to fictional characters instead of real people or w/e IS funny, funny how many boyfriends they have when u have none xoxo theyre having fun and you can die sad abt it they get to die 5 times in an angsty fantasy fic and be brought back with mouth to mouth by fuckin kakashi every time and then they go get lunch irl while ur updating tinder bitch ... different fucking strokes ig !
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