dr. rock's fic exercise
Dr. Rock caught wind of the name change conversation. He acted like he was casually joining for dinner but they were all suspicious. Then lo and behold he swallowed a mouthful of spaghetti then blurted out, "who here feels like their name doesn't fairly reflect them?"
Vampire raised his hand and the men were supportive. Stepdad hesitantly raised his hand. Night walks stifled a laugh, and Dr. Rock shot him a cautionary look.
Next, Dr. Rock asked, "Anyone feel their warnings make them look bad?" Several men nodded, including raider. Dr. rock suggested they do some writing to cope with their guilt or identity crises. "Write your own version, and see how it makes you feel."
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Heyyyyy! You can totally ignore this 🙏🏻 but as someone who’s now read most of what you wrote for Joel and enjoyed (!) it, I was wondering if you ever had to justify to yourself the topics you are writing about. I know it’s a fantasy that doesn’t reflect supporting those narratives irl. But do the topics affect you in any way while writing or do you not let it have any hold of you? I’m sorry this is so serious but you are the first fic writer dealing with this stuff that I actively read (after roughly 15 years of reading/writing fanfic) so I’m asking in good spirits and mean no harm or negativity. All the best and I wish you many more successful stories 🙏🏻🌻 ty for the great reads!!
Okay, I’m nervous to answer this one. I hope the answer doesn't upset you because that's not at all my intent. I'm only gonna answer a Q like this once, so fuck it we ball . Only read this if you're comfortable with all of my work.
A few weeks ago, I was talking to my personal trainer about this, and it just so happens that his husband is a sex therapist. Kink friendly, and I know they swing, so that put me at ease and I got in touch with him. Also drug friendly which is good because I had to get high before my first appointment bc I was nervous lol. Random, but when I got there, I found out he also shares a waiting room with a massage parlor, so that's kinda cool too.
First Appointment: Idk how many waivers I had to sign but I didn't read a word of them. Let’s call him Dr. Rock for short - When Dr. Rock came out to get me, I shouldn't have been surprised given his husband is a PT, but this guy was super imposing, like muscles making his arms stick out from his body. At the first appointment, he wanted to know some of my specific characters and stories, which I didn't expect. I was a little shy about that at first, but he kinda coaxed it out of me and listened really attentively. He even took a few notes which made me nervous at first, but he didn't ask any judgmental questions. I felt good when I left, but the next week I was still a little nervous to come back just in case he was waiting until the second session to spring any "concern" on me.
Second Appointment: When I showed up for the second session, he didn't come get me from the waiting room. I was the last appointment of the day and he was running behind, catching up on paperwork, and the receptionist said I could go on back. I walked into his office and it reeked of weed. And he had already taken off his shirt and was wearing a tight undershirt. Okay, Dr. Rock is cool. He invited me to sit at his desk that time instead of the sofa, and I worried it was a bad sign, but it turned out that’s just where the ashtray was. Dr. Rock lit up an actual joint, took a puff, then tried to hand it to me. I declined, I guess I was just flustered. Kinda smoothed my skirt then sat back down. He put the joint down in the ashtray, I thought that’s that.
Then he lunged across his desk, took my head in both his hands, and brought his mouth about an inch away from mine. I opened my mouth, totally frozen, and he exhaled into it. Yeah, Dr. Rock shotgunned me. Then I looked down, and what was he wearing with that tight-ass shirt? PJ pants. Coincidence? Wasn’t sure, until he said “yeah, there’s my bad girl. You couldn’t sign those waivers fast enough, could ya?” He slid across his desk, Saved by the Bell style, I stood up to not get knocked over. He walked over and double-locked his office door. I must've been beet red. Like almost too mortified to be turned on, until he got right up against me and he was hard. I walked backwards to the couch and he pinned me on it.
I was like, “Uh, is J (husband) cool with -”
“Don’t you worry ‘bout him..” He started gnawing at my neck. Shoved his hand between my legs. And yes, yes I was. He was like “Ohh yeah, you know you want it. Let’s see how depraved you can be.” He took off my panties, pulled down his waistband, railed me. At first, I was kinda distracted thinking about if he was gonna ask me questions at the end and stuff, but he was actually really good and well equipped and I forgot all about it after a minute. He was like “Yeah, you want this cock, that’s why you came here in the first place. Hell, J prolly told ya how to get it.” I was speechless. When he was close, he said “Lemme see those filthy fingers you’re always typin’ with.” Then he came into both my hands.
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Third Appointment: Next time I came in, I was expecting to have a traditional appointment and have to talk about my feelings in the previous experience and stuff. I was really nervous. Once again, he didn’t come get me from the waiting room, and I was told to go back to his office. But that time, he wasn’t at his desk or even in his office. I sat on the couch - felt less like I was invading his Dr. space that way. I was sitting there in his office, picking lint off my skirt, and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone his size lumber through the door.
I did a double take - blue mechanic suit, popped collar. Triple take - Michael Myers mask, WHAT? My heart was beating out of my chest. I stood up as a reflex. He stood there wiggling his fingers at his sides almost imperceptibly. Then he pulled a knife out! He wrapped his hand around my throat, walked me into the wall, and just stood there. He put the knife up to my throat and I kind of whimpered, and maybe he realized he went too far, because he threw the knife to the floor. Then he just stood there holding me against the wall. I was like, “Should I.. what do you want me to do?” And he just tilted his head at me. I looked down and sure enough there was a huge bulge in his jumpsuit. So I went for it, I unzipped him. He breathed heavily in the mask, then aggressively lifted up my dress and ripped open my stockings. Then he railed me up against the wall. Didn't say a word the whole time. Finished, left me there, didn't come back.
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Fourth Appointment: This was gonna be a little awkward because I had an appointment at the gym with J. right after my appointment with Dr. Rock. I didn’t know how much Dr. Rock shared with J. Dr. Rock was running behind again and I started getting nervous about making it to the gym in time to work out with J. I texted J. to tell him I was running late, and he didn’t respond. After waiting for like 30 minutes, I decided to leave because I didn’t want to miss my training session.
I got to my car, started to unlock it, then heard, "Don't you fuckin' dare." I turned around, and Dr. Rock was pointing a rifle at me?? My heart almost stopped. I think this was an actual rifle. I live in Texas so I wouldn't be surprised. It was slung over his back with a strap and all. I looked down and he was wearing boots and TACTICAL fucking JEGGINGS. He put me over his shoulder at first and started back toward the building and I was so nervous about the rifle swaying right next to my head.
I said, "please, I can walk."
"Alright, sweet pea but you better move those pretty legs."
He put me down and manhandled me inside, NOT into his office, but into the massage parlor and threw me down on a DIRTY old massage table. Here's the kicker - there were clients in this room. A bunch of depraved men waiting for their happy ending. He unbuckled his belt while making me pull down my pants and choose where I wanted him. Then he pounded me from behind and pulled me up against his chest. He lifted my shirt and bra up so all the clients could see and degraded them while he fucked me. Like, "yeah this is what y'all came for innit? Buncha sickos. Well she's not workin'. Not this one. You won't fuckin see her again. Better jack it now while ya have the chance." He made the whole room of clients jerk off. Then, when Dr. Rock was about to come, he pulled out, pumped himself, walked over to the nearest table, and came all over the client, who started sobbing. Then Dr. Rock came back to my table and said "you did good, sweet pea" and left.
When I got back to my car, I had a text from J. that said, “Get a good enough workout?”
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Sorry for answering your sincere ask this way, but thanks for the perfect opportunity to apply this concept. Hopefully an entertaining way of declining to get serious?
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The way some of yall mischaracterize Ratio as being stoic in chill when in reality he is 24/7 resisting the urge to rip everyone around him a new one is crazy to me like. He cares so much, so much. It’s unhealthy, he loses the idgaf war every time because Ratio is the least nonchalant person ever like
He was this close to breaking character and throttling Sunday like you cannot tell me he wasn’t planning a murder in this scene. Ratio straight up calls Sunday a crazy bitch but everyone brushed it aside 😭
Honestly his entire conversation with Screwllum is just him tweaking, watch it on YouTube the VAs performance is amazing, you can here just how much He Cares
Genuinely, Aventurine is way better at concealing his true feelings that Ratio. Ratio may be acting for the sake of the plan but the way he truly feels about anything he’s doing always seeps through, it’s why he apologizes to Aventurine in 2.0 in their staged argument scene. It’s why he is as mean to Sunday as he can be. It’s why him pretending that he “hates” Aventurine makes him act so silly. Ratio can’t fully commit to the bit, he can’t force himself to not care or to be someone he isn’t, because fundamentally Ratio CARES and that is something he is incapable of hiding, alabaster bust or not.
The problem is that him expressing his care is often done in a rude and/or blunt manner which people tend to interpret as stoicism or apathy when it’s anything but. Ratio’s vial that he gives to Aventurine is short, sweet and gets straight to the point, because that’s the easiest way for Ratio to express his emotions, even if it’s often detrimental for him and anyone else around him. However Aventurine understands him quite well, and knows that although brief, Ratio telling him to “stay alive, survive this and keep on living” is how he truly feels towards Aventurine, and that’s enough to keep him going.
Underneath Ratios carefully crafted marble facade is a man who cares so much and is so bad at expressing it and I wish the community in general, especially Aventio shippers would acknowledge that more. Ratios true moments of sincerity are brief, but they are anything but stoic. Let the man be soft, it’s in character.
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Omg okay so I’ve been thinking about this for awhile 😭 but you know how nw was on a breeding kick last chp? I could see him actually trying hard to knock pumpkin up and when she never gets pregnant, he would be so confused and concerned that he’d go get his dick/sperm checked out and call pumpkin over and over like go to the dr! Get checked out!! Freaking pumpkin out and then he’d make an apt with dr rock and be like doc, what’s wrong with me?? Why aren’t my swimmers swimming?? And dr rock would be like is she on birth control? And then it would dawn on him that that would make the most sense 😂 idk this is stupid but I could just see him freaking out and found it funny
Anyways, ily have a great day!😘💜
LMAOOOO not Dr. Rock, fertility specialist 😭😭😭
night walks blow
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