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dawnagustd · 2 years

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Shit.

You’ve always known your luck was shit, but running into your crush at a party was the last thing you thought would happen. Especially the day after you finally talked to him only to discover he has a girlfriend. You found out also that he’s an asshole who likes to lead people on until he feels like crushing their feelings.

You can’t see him right now. Not like this.

Peach Cîroc staining your top, now soaked into your flesh… It’d be too embarrassing.

So, you hide. But the room you’ve chosen is already occupied.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

“Oh, shi–”

Someone’s in here, and their voice startles you. Your right palm lays flat on your chest, trying to settle your racing heart. You turn around expecting to give an apology and be on your way, but once again, shitty luck.

“Jungkook? Seriously?”

How can things go from bad to worse?

Let’s just say you’ve been… Well, you’ve been avoiding one guy so you can chase another. A couple of months ago, you went on a blind date with a guy, and he just so happens to be the person standing in front of you. Only one person enjoyed that date, and it damn sure wasn’t you.

You knew by the way your friends described him that he was too good to be true. On paper, Jungkook sounds amazing—brown eyes, healthy hair, smart, talented… hot. But no one talks about his competitiveness. The 8-year-olds at the trampoline park will never be the same.

Instead of attraction, you can only feel annoyance when it comes to his arrogance. You would rather take the walk of shame than be stuck in here… with him.

“I’m leaving.”

“No,” he interjects. “You’re hiding.”

Jungkook takes the remaining steps to close the space separating you two, and like a deer caught in headlights, you’re frozen.

“Is someone bothering you?”

“What?! No, I’m not.”

The beginning of a chuckle travels past his lips, openly mocking you.

“You squeaked. You’re lying.” Jungkook tilts his head. “He’s out there, huh?”

Great. Everyone knows.

“Fuck off, Jungkook.”

This time he doesn’t even try to hide his amusement. His smirk just continues to grow as he stands toe to toe with you.

“Or I can do you one better,” he suggests.

Your eyebrows lift involuntarily as curiosity invades your thoughts. The thing about people who are full of themselves, they sure do talk a good game.

Tension appears to grow after his finger beckons you to come closer, his minty breath hitting your skin when he leans closer. The vibration from his words sends a tingle through your body. You suppose lack of sex will make the smallest things feel electrifying.

“...I can fuck you senseless right here against this door.”

“Oh, you’d like that, huh?”

Jungkook pulls away, taking the soothing scent of his Versace with him.

“I would,” he agrees. “And so would you if you ever gave me a chance.”

“You wouldn’t even know what to do with me.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Silence dominates the dark bedroom as the stare-down begins. Neither of you wants to look away because that would mean defeat. That’s not an option when it comes to Jungkook.

“Scared you’ll want more, huh?”

“The lies you tell.”

Jungkook’s crooked smile never fades as he shakes his head. “I bet you’re a runner.”

“Shut up.”

In the morning, you’ll think back on this and be mad at yourself for allowing him to get you worked up.

But that’s tomorrow's problem.

“Why? Don’t want to hear the truth–”

“You get on my nerves.” You grab Jungkook’s shirt and even he’s surprised. You could care less about his taunting because this is how he behaves when he wants your attention, but that smirk has got to go.

“I don’t care. Do something about that.”

Those glossy dark orbs hidden beneath his thick lashes focus directly on your lips. Your eyes explore his features, lingering on the tip of his tongue peeking out to bring moisture. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly releases.

“Give me an excuse to pin you against this wall,” he whispers.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Kissing Jungkook was not in your plans tonight, but something comes over you, and you do just that. Your teeth click, and you grab at each other’s clothes as he guides you backward. When your back hits the door is when he finally comes to a stop, and his mint-tainted lips begin to venture lower.

Jungkook grips your ass while he nips the skin of your neck, leaving traces of him along your feverish skin. Your hair entangled in his hair pulls him closer as if there is any more space left between you.

“Hold on,” he breathes. “I smell alcohol. You good?”

Thinking about earlier, you roll your eyes as you recall some frat guy bumping into you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just got here. Some guy made me spill my drink all over myself.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He grips your hair and tilts your head, granting him more access to your collarbone and cleavage, two areas he can’t seem to abandon. “Remind me to kick his ass before we leave.”

A shuddered gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook’s teeth attack your flesh. He scoops you off your feet in the same motion, pinning you against the door with his hips while he leaves your skin wet and bruised. You can feel his bulge when he pushes up your skirt.

“Jungkook,” you mewl, raking your nails down his biceps.

He removes his jacket so you can feel more of his warmth beneath your palms. You feel Jungkook’s hand slip between you so he can pull down his pants. In this position, it’s impossible to see what he’s working with, but you can tell by the pressure probing at your panties that you’re going to feel every inch of him.

“One sec,” he murmurs.

Jungkook reaches for his wallet and finds a condom instantly. He opens the package and rolls it effortlessly. He’s probably done it more times than you can count, but that’s none of your business. It’s your turn now.

You pull your panties out of the way, and the blunt tip of his dick begins teasing your entrance, testing the waters until he’s sure it’s okay for him to sink into your pussy.

He makes you look at him while his cock slips inside of you, wanting the image of your initial reaction in his memory. You try to give him something decent to remember, but the stretch is so overwhelming your eyes roll back.

Jungkook eventually buries his face in the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his own moans, but you hear how desperate he is to fuck you. With your permission, he makes small strokes until you both can overcome the sensitivity.

“Pussy’s too good for you to be stressed over a piece of shit,” he murmurs into your bosom. He licks the sticky substance coating your breasts and moans. “...And you taste too good.”

He starts thrusting harder, and your bodies cause the door to rattle and shake. Your cries begin to fill the room, and Jungkook encourages them by filling your head with praises.

“You’re so hot and beautiful. You think that guy deserves to fuck you like this?”

He grabs your hands and pins them above you, supporting you with nothing but his slender but toned waist. You’re left in awe as he bounces you on his dick.

“Even if he deserved it. He couldn’t,” Jungkook adds. “He could never fuck you like this.”

“Jungkook!”

You sob his name as your muscles tighten, pressure building within you as you near your peak. His forehead presses against yours, and he looks into your eyes while he fucks you.

“But I can do it. I can fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you rasp.

“Why should I?”

You knew he’d be a little asshole. Your pride does not compare to your pleasure, however.

“I need to come,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

After gritting your teeth, you just allow the words to flow from your mouth.

“Please let me come!”

“Fuck. Okay, love.” His pace quickens, and your moans get louder, startling everyone outside the door. Sweat forms on Jungkook’s forehead as he puts in the work to make you reach your high. “Your moans are so fucking beautiful.”

His praise drives you over the edge, and your orgasm ripples through you without warning. Your body shudders as Jungkook guides you through an intense wave of pleasure before his thrust becomes wild and he spills his load into the condom.

“You owe me a second date,” he sighs as his dick slips out of you. Both of you groan. You from the emptiness, and he from the loss of warmth. “You’re paying this time.”

“I swear you get on my nerves.”

“I still don’t care,” he laughs.

Jungkook keeps you in this position while he caresses your thighs. You’re enjoying the gentleness of his touch. So, you don’t even complain. It’s a peaceful moment, and all the concerns you had recently have been buried underneath your dickmatized state.

After some minutes go by, Jungkook finally speaks.

“I’m going to put you down now, okay?”

“Okay.”

When your feet touch the ground is when everything sets in. You bask in it all as you both rearrange your clothing. You try to avoid Jungkook’s gaze, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t demand your attention.

“So, two options.”

“I’m listening.”

“We can pretend it never happened, or…”

“Or what?”

Jungkook smirks.

“We can pretend it never happened and go back to my place for round two,” he suggests.

The thought has you smiling before you even realize it.

You respond a bit shyly. “I like option two.”

“Oh, yeah?... Well, let’s go then.”

He grabs your hand, but you both pause before opening the door. There’s no way to explain this situation to anyone, and the second that door opens people will begin talking. You aren’t entirely sure how you feel about that.

As if he can read your mind, Jungkook speaks up.

“Come on. We’ll deal with it tomorrow.”

And you know… Maybe Jungkook does deserve a second date.

No trampoline parks, though.

#jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook smut #btshoneyhive #bangtansorciere #bangtanbathhouse #thekpopuniverse #kvanity #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #jungkook fanfics #fic: like that #sugakookitty

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planetflorxa · 2 years

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You’re a f*cking pornstar

Notice: I’ve been writing this on and off since december so here it is i guess. I was just horny and wanted to get to the smut as quick as possible i will revise this.

Warnings: There is a p0rn link you can click on it but you don’t have to. Mommy kink (I have a HUGE ONE), Lesbian sex, slapping, squirting, degrading, overstimulating

How Mikasa became a pornstar in the first place:

One day mikasa was talking to one of her old friends from high school and they were telling her about all this money they were making from doing porn and only fans. So mikasa decided she should just do it too because she was young single and she really had nothing to lose.

For her first video she was just riding a dildo on the floor. She was facing away from the camera with only her ass in sight. She took precautions to coverup all her tattoos so she would be unrecognizable. Her ass was bouncing and she was just letting out very soft moans. When she checked the comments it was way more girls in the comments saying things like “Oh i’m so gay” “oh my god she’s only for the women now” and she liked that more than she’d care to admit. So she catered to women she would try on straps that she would detach and use as dildos. she would very often than not refer to the viewer having a pussy saying things like “I know you’re so wet just watching me” and well that made a lot of men mad. And almost a year later she was still doing it.

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You were one of Mikasa best friends so she felt like she could talk to you about anything. Which is why she invited you over to her house that day. It was 6’oclock when you arrived. She was taking a long time to come to the door and we’re getting impatient since you came straight from work. You wanted to get off your feet and just relax. You started thinking about sleep before her opening the door interrupted your thoughts “Hi sorry i was peeing” she said swinging the door open and wiping her wet hands on her tank “it’s fine i’m just tired” if she said ears hers would’ve deflated when she heard you say that. She didn’t like seeing you stress out because of work she cared for her friend very much. “Okay come in i’ll start the tea” she opened the door wider so you could come in. You see a tripod standing off to the side like she moved it out the way just before you came in. You looked at her and saw how her short hair was longer

But nevertheless you just sat down. “what did you want to talk to me about mikasa?” You said feeling yourself getting sleep you knew you couldn’t hang on any longer unless you got your energy flowing. “I wanna talk about kinks and sex” and that right there did it. You eyes widen and you shifted in your seat instead of slumping down you were sitting upright. “Uh umm why?” You asked watching her walk about over to you with two cups on tea in one hand and a plate of your favorite cookies in the other. “As you know i’m a pornstar and i can’t talk to just anybody about it so i wanna know what you like” She said fixing her hair looking you directly in you eyes “ok but your porn has literally nothing to do with me” You said not sure if you should feel uncomfortable or not.

“ok we’ll i go first so you won’t feel weird” she said placing her cup on the table infront of you like you once did. “Okay” “well when i’m with ma- we’ll that’s not really important now is it” she laughed lowering her eyes onto your sluggish body. “Well when i’m with women i like almost everything.” she continued “I really like inflicting pain, edging, overstimulating, and degrading. Still trying to figure out if i want it all done to me or if i want to do it to someone else. I kinda lack experience when it comes to women because the women i’ve been into just wanted to be vanilla which i don’t have a problem with.” “oh okay” you chimed in so she wouldn’t feel like she was rambling but you were getting nervous to talk about what you liked because you lacked a sex life “when i’m watching porn well the ones that are real and not staged, degradation really gets to me and i thought it was because i wanted to be i the position of the one getting degraded but it’s the other way around.” She said getting up to go get the sugar and honey she forgot. “also i don’t know if i’d like it if i were to actually happen but when people are really whiny and clingy during sex it’s very attractive but that’s all i can think of on the spot” she said smiling like this was normal “ok so it’s your turn.” she said as she walked back over to the couch.

“uh the same i guess” you said looking down at your lap “NOOO y/n don’t be shy actually tell me” she said lifting your head up so she could see your face. “No seriously well that and a mommy kink but from what i read i think i’d-” “READ” she said cutting you off “you read sex books?” she said throwing her head back laughing at you “yeah? but don’t say it like that” you said now looking down looking ashamed

“don’t be embarrassed” she said placing her hand on your thigh “what are something’s you’ve read that you would like to try?"

“well….”

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“Ride” mikasa whispered in your ear “i can’t” you tried to whisper back but just ended up yelling “okay fine” she adjusted on the couch and planted her feet on the floor. She glanced over your shoulder looking at your ass through the camera and smirked. She pounded up into you and you could no longer hold yourself up falling over into her arms. “Can you say my name pretty girl please~” Mikasa whimpered but she didn’t know how much that’ll get to you until she felt your body shiver. “Say it for me please” she whimpered again slapping your ass this time. “AHH FUCK okay” you moaned out loud. she stopped moving and grabbed your face. “say it for me” she said kissing you. She didn’t let your face talking right against your lips. (This is what i mean just the talking part : Lmao) “Mommy” “yeah that’s right” she said kissing your forehead “please fuck me mommy”

She planted her feet on the ground about to pound up into you again. She was holding your waist like a hug and fucking up into you and you felt yourself about to cum but it felt so much more powerful. This is probably the best sex you’ve ever had. Everything felt more intensified. The way your clit was rubbing against her. The way she angled the dildo up to ram into your g-spot you were gonna cum hard “Mik- mommy” you said looking at her with tear in your eyes “i can’t anymore” “Oh but you you can” she said talking against your lips again. You slumped down dropping your head on her shoulder moaning and breathing deeply into her neck. You wanna cum so bad. This is your first time having penetrative sex and you feel like your addicted now. “Think i’m gonna cum” she didn’t say anything she just started ramming into you harder you didn’t even know that was possible. “FUCK! WAIT” You felt yourself about to cum but you couldn’t breath you just started gripping and digging your nails into her back trying to get impossibly closer.

You let out a loud moan and felt something inside of you break. You heard liquid hitting the floor behind you and you just slumped down. You couldn’t do anything else but just twitch and whimper in her grasp. “fuckkkk i’m so happy i got that on camera” she said now grinding into you instead of pounding. She said nothing else after that she get pulled you into her and started kiss your lips. She then slid you off her and laid you back on the couch going over to angle the camera down. She then came over to you and parted your legs apart. “Mikasa please i can-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence because she slapped the shit out of you. “Shut the fuck up i didn’t ask now did it” she said grabbing your face “answer me y/n” “no mommy” you said quietly with tears in your eyes “exactly”

she started to go down on you. Sucking and licking your clit alternating between the two. She put her fingers infront of your face obviously wanting you to suck them so you did. Nothing with her was easy though she stuff them deep in your throat making you gag. “Fuck you’re a slut aren’t you” “yes” she inserted her fingers inside you and went straight for the spot she knew was there. You almost snapped your legs closed but you knew what would happen if you did…so you closed them. She stopped sucking you clit and her fingers started to slow down. She looked up at you with a glare. She said nothing she just slapped you. “y/n don’t try me” she went back to what she was doing but going harder this time.

Sucking and fingering you like she was digging for gold like her life depended on it. You were about to come again you felt so sensitive and felt like you were gonna pass out. It felt so good you couldn’t even even get it out. You wanted to tell her. But you’re pretty sure she realized because you started squirting all over her face. “FUCKKK MIKASA STop stop pl-” you were cumming so hard your brain felt like it was shaking. Your body was trembling and your toes were curling. You tried to push her off but she wouldn’t stop. She added another finger now fingering you with three. She looked so hot. Her face was soaked in your cum and her eyes was closed focused on eating you like you were her first meal after months. Your eyes were rolling back and your legs were kicking out and squeezing over her head. She didn’t get mad at you because she knew you were sensitive but she didn’t care enough. “You’re gonna cum again i feel you” she whispered against your pussy. She was right. Your back started lifting off the couch you weren’t moaning anymore you were screaming and shaking. Your ears lost all ability to hear and your breath was gone. You came for hopefully the last time tonight “Aww are you okay pretty girl?” she asked you kissing your thighs and looking up at your tear filled eyes

“Yes”

#mikasa aot #mikasa smut #wlw ns/fw #lgbtq #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #anime smut #wlw smut #wlw mood #smut #mdni #aot x you

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hi can i request a scenario where wizard Freader is like a mother and a teacher to jack(btw jack didn't know that she is a wizard ). When jack was a kid the freader is the one who teach him how to survive, fight and sometimes bake him his favorite apple pie so yeah long story short they have a great bond to each other.

In this scene where jack defeated heracules and many people throwing stones, trash and degrading him the reader suddenly appeared and shield her beloved child/student, and then she told them that if they dont want a murderer to fight then why dont they fight for the humanity you f*cking hypocrite? And then she made them shocked by reviving heracules.

Could you also write the ror reactions in romantic type and what would jack do/react when his mother/teacher caught the attention of the god and human fighters? Thats all sorry its too long!

-You watched your darling son and pupil from the stands, eyes wide as you see that he was upset, seeing Hercules fading away, a face adorning his features that you had never seen before.

-You found Jack when he was only a child, after he had killed his father, he was just a young child, struggling to survive, sleeping in an alley, freezing and sick.

-He tried to attack you when he first woke up after you took him home and nursed him back to health. He didn’t know where he was and he instantly lunged to stab you, but was stunned when you caught his hand easily, smiling down at him like you were amused.

-Jack was distrustful of you, not sure what to make of you, as you were hard to read, he couldn’t understand why, as if there was something blocking his abilities.

-The few colors that did peek out that he managed to see was concern, amusement, and a gentle color he had never seen before, the color of love.

-You doted on him, taking care of him, teaching him as much as you could, feeding him, and giving him a home.

-He first regarded you as his teacher and mentor, as you taught him so many different things, as he had never had a chance to go to school before, and he didn’t know if he wanted to go, but you weren’t bothered, teaching him math, history, and more literature.

-He enjoyed lessons about Shakespeare the most, as he had read many of his works when he was younger, and he loved to learn even more.

-You raised him to be a gentleman, with proper manners, so he could be a nice young man, but you did nothing to deter him from his violent actions.

-You knew of his crimes, and he was surprised when you did nothing to deter him, only smiling, almost sadly, “Sometimes humans are the worst type of monsters. I’ve met plenty in my life. But you are not one, Jack, not to me.”

-It was on that day that your relationship changed, and he began to look at you as if you were his mother, the type of mother he always wanted.

-As he walked out, heavily injured, which worried you, you could only see red as people were jeering at him, throwing rocks at him.

-As soon as the first rock hit him, you stood and leapt down, shocking everyone around you and Jack looked up to see you standing above him, your hand on his head, a pale purple dome covering the two of you, a barrier.

-You glared up at them, eyes blazing bright, “You humans call him a murderer, but he’s fighting to save you all! He did his part and now you want to kill him by throwing stones at him! If you’re going to call him a monster then you get down here and fight you cowards!!”

-Everyone was stunned, and Jack’s eyes were wide as he looked up at you, “Mama?” you looked down at him before you turned, holding your hand out to the arena and a ball of light formed in front of you.

-Jaws dropped as Hercules appeared before you, reforming, and as he opened his eyes, he gasped deeply, as if he had been holding his breath, completely stunned that he was alive again.

-You turned with a glare to the crowd who were all gawking at you, “There- he’s alive again! If any of you speak ill of my son again, you’ll be the one to take Hercules’ place!”

-Your words shook them to the core as you waved your hand, lifting Jack up as if he was floating and you headed backstage, Hercules quick to follow after the two of you, curious about what had happened.

-As you patched Jack up you explained to the both of them that you were a witch, and even when you met Jack, you were centuries old, and here in Valhalla, you were even more powerful, which is how you brought Hercules back to life.

-Hercules took your hands in his, holding them as he beamed down at you, “Thank you young maiden! Even though I lost, I am no longer going to fight for the gods! I am in your debt” you smiled softly at him before Jack slapped Hercules’ hands away from your own, pouting like a child, “Don’t touch my mother!”

-You couldn’t help but coo softly, thinking his jealousy was rather cute before you grinned at him, “Don’t worry Jack, Hercules is handsome, but I’m already in a relationship with Kojiro.”

-Jack froze, pouting before he lifted a hand, holding a knife and you put your hand on his, pushing it down with a giggle on your lips, telling him not to hurt your boyfriend.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror jack the ripper #ror heracles

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forsakenwitchery · 2 years

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my instagram & new twitter

It appears tumblr is my ‘go to’ place for posting things atm, so I figured I’d drop Jesse.

Some fun or not facts about it and our Control fun booth:

1. The jacket is actually my Clary Fray jacket which I never got to use for Clary. The booth team needed a Jesse and I was like, wait a minute, I just happen to have the jacket and maybe it’s high time I check out the game! The jacket ended up only lasting for those two convention days (barely) before faux leather literally fell off... Been looking for a new one since July. :( And this is literally the only cosplay I’ve done without a wig in years, it was just... way easier to dye my hair. no complaints here, I love being a redhead, NEVER going back to Rey’s color

2. The booth team actually did some pretty neat quests for visitors like collecting the mold (cotton wool) or talking to plants. There was also some singing in Finnish involved if I remember correctly... I was mainly on the other side of the booth from our Ahti so sadly the plants talking and singing happened mostly without me.

3. OOOOH also we had the hotline!!! You had to use the switch three times (the lighting in the hotline booth would change each time juuuust like the game) and then the hotline rang. My favorite thing to do was to bring legit everyone I know to the booth and tell them to pull the switch. What the team did was just too cool for me I only had a hand in decorating the table, I’m no electrician, I needed everyone to see that, and only a few quest undergoers got to the hotline bit. :( Almost everyone’s reaction was, ‘Will it shock me?’ because I guess that’s what one would expect, right?.. And then of course they’d have to listen to the Board speaking jibberish on the phone. My favorite reaction was one person yelling, ‘F*cking realtors, don’t call here ever again!’ in reply.

There are some more fun facts about this Control booth, if anyone’s interested, I’d be more than happy to share more.

#jesse faden #control #remedy games #remedy entertainment #jesse faden cosplay #control cosplay #personal #personal posts #cosplay photos and videos #cosplay posts

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smokeybrandreviews · 2 years

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Dustland Fairytale

I’ve been pretty quiet about my Azur Lane adventure because, for the most part, it’s been pretty quiet. There wasn’t really anything worth updating recently. Outside of my new quest to build up my Northern Parliament dock, nothing has really happened worth commenting on. Besides, I've been busy ducking an eviction and moving into a much, much, better place so i really didn’t have the time to delve deep into my progress. But all of that has finally resolved itself and i got the time again. It’s weird being able to just, take my time and really enjoy typing this out. I’m in my own room, sitting on my own futon, my puppers napping next me, gushing about a pass time i genuinely enjoy. It’s just such different energy where i am now, than where i was a week ago and i love it!

In terms of my Rusky dock, I've come a long way. Stremitelny was added to the Light Construction pool permanently a few updates back, so i obviously made a run at her. Didn't work out but i was able to pick her up a few days in. N0t a bad get but, more importantly, i was able to complete Chkalov. I mentioned this in my last Azur Lane post but i already had all the necessary parts in order to construct her, it was the EXP grind that killed me! Man, i do not remember it taking that long to pick up three million points! When i was grinding for Rupprecht, that sh*t went by in a flash! Not with Chkalov! That chick took weeks! Like, way too many. I don’t know if it was because i ended up grinding on the lower level maps on account of my SN ships being absolutely under leveled from neglect, but getting those points hurt. Cartoonish time sink, man, but i’m finally out of that whole and the only Northern Parliament Carrier has officially joined my Fleet. That brings my grand total to nineteen of a total twenty-three. It’s just a matter of time before they are all available in terms f Rerun or Pool addition. All of them except Kronshtadt. F*cking Ultra Rare ships, man. You don’t have a choice but to get them on a Rerun if they you miss the first Banner attempt. Fortunately, the Abyssal Refrain hasn’t had a Rerun yet so i still have a shot!

Speaking of Ultra Rare, guess who rolled that brand new UR Carrier on the current Royal Navy Event Banner? This guy! It was kind of hilarious because pulling Implacable was the last thing i did before getting knee deep in life stuff and neglecting this game for a week. I’ve literally only been playing the Revelations of Dust for three days and I've already got all the new ships. Popped the rest of the banner boats on my Tuesday, doing all the Weekly Missions. That first Ten-pull was real kind. Got another Implacable, a Scylla, and, like, three Argus. Those Argus were spread out over two more Ten-pulls but tat was because i was trying to get Royal Oak to drop. I’ve had the Point Shop ship drop in Construction on a different event do i figured I'd give it a shot here. After a handful of Wisdom Cubes i probably shouldn’t have gambled, i opted to just grind it out. I needed the Points anyway to unlock Hero so it worked out. Three days into actually making an attempt at this event, i have all of the Boats available. Kind of meh about the entire situation because i don’t really f*ck with the HMS ships like that but it’s cool. A new UR is always welcome.

#Azur Lane #Revelations of Dust #Royal Navy #HMS #Chkalov

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unexpectedyarns · 2 years

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RANT

I’ve been home two days and haven’t gotten one f*cking thing that I need to do, done.

Yesterday I had to take the kids to several stores bc son 3 needed items for his cosmetology class. Also I needed to return a Christmas gift and get something different, which I sure didn’t want to attempt next week.

Then I spent several hours at the laundromat bc Kid 7 had left something in a (shared) bedroom that then had molded. Both kids having respiratory problems so everything made of fabric in that room had to be washed.

I was supposed to have a local-anaesthetic, needle biopsy this morning. But because of hospital CYA principles, the nurse said she needed a blood test “to see how fast I bleed or clot,” which I consented to. But then she left the needle in the bend of my arm, “in case we need an IV,” which I did NOT consent to, having had a VERY traumatic experience in that same hospital with IVs put in both arms at the bend in my elbows, thereby prohibiting movement of both arms.

I told her so, and asked her to move the stent further down my arm so I could bend my arm, and she refused. Called the doctor (whom I’d never met before) in, who said, “then we can’t do your biopsy.” I asked if moving the stent 3 inches away, still in plain sight, was an unreasonable request. He said I was being a combative patient (not that word but I can’t think of the one he used) and that if I didn’t like their policies, I shouldn’t have scheduled the procedure there. I said I didn’t, my doctors office did, and not only did they choose the place but also dictated the time. But is my request unreasonable?

So he goes to the foot of my bed and tells the nurse. “So we need to get this IV line moved…” (like still, why do I need an IV line for a 5-minute local procedure but ok). Then he goes, “You know what? NO. I’m not doing this procedure. And leave the computer file open so I can notate the patient’s defiance.” Then he said, “I’m just not going to biopsy that thing in your neck.”

I told him it is on my clavicle, and I’ve had to explain to a dozen people that the mass is on my clavicle, not in my neck. And he said, “YOU don’t get to tell ME where the problem is. That’s part of your neck. I’m sick of LAYPEOPLE coming in here and thinking THEY should teach ME about anatomy.”

Like motherfucjer if I plopped you in the middle of my job, you’d look stupid too. But also, when what you’re doing is without my consent and is scaring me, my bodily autonomy supersedes the consent for treatment. You’re not God, or A god.

Came home. Two baskets of laundry from yesterday are damp and need to be further dried.

I can’t make Christmas cookies because apparently we are out of butter even though the kids made a grocery order while I was gone AND I WAS AT 5 STORES YESTERDAY but nobody told me we’re out of butter.

I need to go to storage (23 miles away) to get Christmas stuff out but wolf needs to fix our other car and needs (the only working) one here in case he needs to go for parts. That is once he gets back from taking Josiah to a Dr appt an hour away and takes him to the college.

Everything that belongs under the kitchen sink has been sitting in the floor for a month bc the kitchen drain is clogged and in trying to fix it, the handyman caused the drain to leak so there’s a bucket under there. And no. Apartment management haven’t fixed the leak OR the clog. We can do 5 dishes until the drains back up, and then takes hours to drain. For a month now.

We have 2 loads of truck laundry that need to be done before Wolf leaves on Sunday morning. And I need to make truck food (see above, can only wash 5 dishes at a time)

I have 5 households of Christmas presents to wrap for adult kids. I need to go to a Christmas tree lot to buy the smallest tree in the world.

Everywhere I look is mess (the kitchen. Laundry waiting in the dining room. Growing stack of boxes to be mailed. Wrapping station in the living room).

Merry f*cking shitscram.

// end rant //

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My Top Posts in 2022:

I am in a Desperate Situation

Hey guys. As some of you may know, I lost one of my two jobs in January due to the business shutting down. My other job has been only working me one day a week, sometimes two if I beg, and I’ve been looking for a second job. I’m currently in the works to be a substitute teacher, but the process is long and I desperately need money to pay bills, get groceries, and put gas in my car. It’s getting to a point where I will make any excuse not to drive somewhere because I don’t know if I’ll have enough money for gas. This has put me in an incredibly disheartening situation where I want to work, I’m capable of working and have been known to be a good worker, but it’s just not happening for me right now. Good times are coming, but I need help until I get there.

That’s where my big announcement comes in…

I AM TAKING FANFICTION COMMISSIONS!

$20 = 1,000-1,500 word fanfic (ex: Sweatertown, and Tiger Stripes)

$30 = 2,500-3,000 word fanfic (ex: Braid Braid, Boxing, and Dr. Mystery)

$50 = 2,500-4,000 word NSFW fanfic (ex: Time to Relax, and You’re F*cking Beautiful)

Payments will be made via PayPal. I will be happy to communicate via Tumblr, email, or Discord. Whichever makes you most happy.

WILLS AND WON’TS:

WILL do OCs and AUs

WILL do self-insert / second-person view

WILL do third-person view

WON’T do first-person view

WON’T do any type of hate fic

WON’T write a fic featuring an OC without the permission of the creator of said-OC

WON’T write an NSFW fic for anyone under the age of 18

Thank you all so much for all of your love and support! Even if you can’t afford a fanfic, I completely understand, and just know that a reblog would also help me tremendously. I wish you all nothing but happiness!

FULL DISCLOSURE: I’m as virgin as they come and a proud asexual 🖤🤍💜, but I do know some sexual activities and have read some fics. However, there are some things I either do not have enough knowledge on to write well for it, or simply feel uncomfortable writing it. With that being said, I am happy to talk about whatever you wish to read and I am willing to push my boundaries and learn. I am willing to read sample pieces or other fics to get an idea of what you want, but straight-up porn is a no for me.

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@gf10yearslaterzine Day 6. Funniest joke.

“My ex wife still misses me… BUT HER AIM IS GETTING BETTER!”

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Exodus

I just read an article claiming that the biggest migration of people out of Christianity is happening in real time and find that hilarious. I’m on record as to being areligious but, as a youth, I was raised Christian. I think it was Southern Baptist but I can’t remember. It’s been probably thirty-five years since I’ve set foot in a church for worship. I questioned my faith early on after seeing things in my church, which didn’t jive with the word I was being taught. I’m talking hungry people being turned away, even though we were having a potluck dinner at the time. Threats of corporal punishment if my five year old ass didn’t stop being a five year old during a three hour long sermon. I lost my faith when my grandma died. I prayed every day, pleaded with the higher powers that be, to take away my grandma’s cancer and, for a time, they obliged. A handful of months later, they found a tumor in her head mind she was dead within months. I was eleven or twelve and didn’t understand what metastasization was so, to me, that sh*t was a purposeful “act of god.” This omnipotent being, chose to give us false hope by taking away my grandma’s lung cancer, only to move it into her brain and take her from me. That sh*t went against everything I was taught growing up and it made me ask “Why.” I spent the next half decade of my life chasing that answer but I never found it. The closest I got was “God’s plan is not for us mere mortals to understand.” That’s bullsh*t. That non-answer forced me to look outside the Christian doctrines and I fared no better there. By the time I left high school, I was fully agnostic and leaning toward being outright atheist but my mom wanted me to give the church another shot. There was no way that was going to happened, I had already forsaken anything organized, but I opted to study more. Maybe I could find something in the word to care about, to build some semblance of spirituality around. I’m, like, seventeen now and, let me tell you, the next two years were a whirlwind of knowledge, surprise, and offense.

The first thing I learned about was the fact that apocryphal texts exist. I remember my grandma talking about the Dead Seas Scrolls; a bible older than any known at the time of discovery, which told a different version of the bible we use to worship currently. How is that possible? Isn’t he bible the word of god? Isn’t it all supposed to be the same thing? No! Christianity started out as a series of f*cking cults. All religions do. When one reaches critical mass, they become religion. That said, these cults, while still telling a similar story and preaching a similar gospel, are still different enough to become sects. They are Christian, yes, but not THE Christian, you know? Among these sects, was one called the Gnostics. They sought to quantify the word of Christ through observation of the natural world and common goddamn sense. The Dead Seas Scrolls are Gnostic Texts. These texts have a variety of different Books in their bible, a ton missing from them modern version we use today. Just a sprinkling of such includes: The book of Mary Magdalene. The Book of Judas. The Book of Thomas. The Book of Secret Paul. The Book of Bartholomew. These text paint a radically different view of Jesus and his life. The Book of Mary Magdalene posits that Mary of Magdalena was not a whore, but the daughter of the shipping magnate who controlled the port city of Magdalena. Not only was she basically a princess or socialite, she was the wife of Jesus, his first confidant, and person who bankrolled dude’s journey to spread his word. Far cry from a whore who washed Jesus’ feet, right? The Gospel of Judas basically says that Judas and Jesus were in cahoots about his crucifixion, that it a was necessary to shake his other followers out of their blind worship of the Evil God, because there was two. Or how about the book of Enoch, which basically said none of this matters because, at the end of times, everyone gets a pass. There are so many contradictory Gospels out there, it’s ridiculous. But they’re Gospels, right? They are the word of God, right? Then why haven’t I heard about them until now? Who said this Book was more true that that one? Well, I have an answer for that, too.

Once i learned about the Council of Nicaea, that was it for me. Christianity was bullsh*t from that point on. Whenever some overzealous church person gets after me about my indifference to their faith, I ask them if they know what the council of Nicaea is. They rarely do. Way back in the olden times, something like three hundred years after Jesus got crucified, Constantine the I and a bunch of bishops, got together and basically decided what books were canonized and what books were not. Basically, the king of the Holy Roman Empire, got a bunch of bishops together, and decided what Christianity was going to be going forward. They literally picked from hundreds of Gospels, chose the ones they liked the most (the ones which fit their agendas and made it easier for them to rule), and made that sh*t into the Holy Bible. That’s right, the bible as you know it, in all forms since AD 325, has been a straight of tool of propaganda. It was designed to placate, denigrate, and distract, the everyday man from the harshness of the world with promises of everlasting life, if you could sustain an entire, mortal lifetime of cruelty. I mean, the Epicurean Paradox, alone, was enough for me to basically write of a god, but this Nicaea business? How can you know about that and still be pious? How can you absolutely know, that your book of worship was curated by the social elite specifically to placate the serfs, and still act like it’s the word of your profound deity? At that point, everything is suspect. God doesn’t lie but men do and your bible, your direct tie to the word of god, was crafted by men. Men with vested interests in keep you subservient and docile. You are sheep to be kept, sheparded in flock buy Jesus or, rather, the Holy King, himself, Constantine. Followed by whoever else would have the audacity to co-op thump that bible with zealous aggression. I, personally, find that sh*t offensive and, apparently, so do a lot of people.

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Soapbox. Prejudice: things are getting better

New Post has been published on https://qnews.com.au/soapbox-prejudice-things-are-getting-better/

Soapbox. Prejudice: things are getting better

Prejudice impacts terribly on people’s lives even when it falls short of violence. Destiny Rogers reflects on experiencing a lifetime of anti-LGBTQIA+ prejudice and the recent realisation that things can be so much better.

When you shit yourself…

As a cancer patient, when you cough and shit yourself and — unable to clean up — must rely on a stranger to do it, then you know what it’s like to have not a scrap of human dignity.

But when that stranger treats you with kindness, respect and compassion, it makes all the difference in the world.

I speak from experience.

For most of my 64 years on this planet, as a member of the LGBTQIA+ community, I have been accustomed to being treated as a lesser being. I’m far from alone. It is the common plight of minority groups. And generally no big deal to me. It’s wrong and it’s irrational but I know the people who treat me and others as subhuman are f*cking morons. That consoles me somewhat.

Of course, it’s not everyone. I grew up with a mob of kids in a small country town who never excluded me or treated me as any lesser because I was different. They have remained consistently decent human beings all their lives. However, an unpleasant note intruded in Grade 11.

Strange logic

The school in my hometown only went to Junior so I did Grades 11 and 12 in a neighbouring town. On a school trip, two Grade 12 boys who considered themselves lords of our little universe, stripped me naked in a shower and held a razor to my dick. I was terrified. They abused me for being a girl while threatening to turn me into one. Strange logic.

A few months later, on the last school day of the year, we could wear what we liked. I wore a skirt and blouse. The same pair of thugs rounded up a gang to do something I’d heard of but regarded as urban myth. Shove my head in a toilet and ‘show me the goldfish’. After they left and I stopped vomiting, I washed my hair in a handbasin, dried my tears and went back to class apparently without a care in the world.

What was the f*cking point? A lesson many of us learned in those days. Ignore it. It won’t go away. But no one is coming to your rescue.

Both those boys are dead now. Occasionally I see their names mentioned with condolences and think ‘What a pair of c*nts’.

I’m not big on forgiveness.

A lifetime of undeserved good health

At 64, I’ve enjoyed a lifetime of undeserved good health, avoiding hospital stays other than for nose and breast jobs (and possibly a facelift.🤐)

I enjoyed such good health I often told myself that one day karma would kick my arse in retribution.

And it did. This year I’ve spent weeks, nay months, in Queensland hospitals – both regional and metro.

The care I’ve been given is extraordinary. Queensland Health, in my experience, is far from the basketcase that sensationalist media platforms carry on about in search of clicks.

Illness is unpleasant. That goes without saying. But during my unfamiliar journey into the health system, I have felt safe because I have been treated with respect and decency.

My difference has made no f*cking difference.

I have experienced unbelievable kindness.

The strength of our health system is the people who work in it and, in my experience, they are magnificent. The health workers do a good job. That’s to be expected. It’s what they’re paid for. But it’s the extra human dimension that makes the real difference – the kindness, the respect, the decency… the lack of prejudice.

You cocksucking f*ggot… you ugly d*ke… you stupid g**k… you black c*nt…

Queensland Health employs people from virtually every demographic: race, religion, culture, sexual orientation, gender identity, weight, age…

And that seems to be a key factor in the lack of prejudice I experienced during my hospital stays. Health workers are accustomed to working with and depending on all different sorts of people.

But they are not unfamiliar with prejudice. It is ever-present in their working life.

I have never before witnessed the level of abuse common in hospital emergency departments.

I’ve listened as nurses seamlessly transitioned from cleaning up blood and shit and piss and vomit to providing sometimes lifesaving care to patients bombarding them with relentless abuse.

“I’ll f*cking kill you f*ggot… ugly d*ke, stupid g**k, black c*nt…”

Oh yes!

Everyone is a f*ggot, d*ke, g**k or c*nt to an angry bigot determined to cast blame for their pain.

But not once have I seen a health worker refuse help to these horrendous people.

So this holiday season, be grateful for the amazing health care we enjoy in Australia and our incredible health workers. Whatever the outcome of my health battle, I know the difference it has made to experience such unprejudiced and non-discriminatory care just when I needed it most.

More Soapbox:

Was I the first Trans Santa? …and the grumpiest?

Sex Worker Health and Safety.

Image: Destiny Rogers

For the latest lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, intersex and queer (LGBTIQ) news in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

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there’s a snake in my mind!

hey truth seekers, your pal bb here. today has been pretty f*ckin crazy. my days have only been wierder recently, so i think my normal theory posts may be on hold for a bit if i have to keep doing updates like this

i’ve got a lot to report and fill yall in on, so lets get started. this morning i walked to go look at the crime scene from last night at the pub to see if i could find any clues. im no investigator, but what happened didnt sit well with me so i had to check it out. well, i couldn’t because on my way back i found an old pal of mine of sorts in the same situation i was in last night. dead body infront of his house, right up the street from yesterdays murder. me and said pal started walking to his friend’s house, as he told me that his friend’s kid got a good look of at a suspect of the killings, and so naturally i tagged along because i want to get to the bottom of this. while we were walking there, i was with texting my good irl friend @ leonati about some reports he had recieved himself and how he planned on doing a reconnaisance mission by breaking into a house where apparently a fight was heard on a street nearby. i told him to try the front door first but he had stopped responding to my texts shortly after.

we finally get to my pal’s friend’s house, who turned out to be the guy who helped me out of a rough spot with the cops last night. i saw an ajar window and described what @ leonati looks like and asked if he’s seen him. before i got a solid answer i opted to just straight up calling him, and i could hear his phone going off in a nearby room.

i found him there with a woman (who i’m pretty sure was with the guy who got me out of the thing with the cops yesterday), it turns out he had broken in successfully, but that he had gotten the address one letter wrong, and at that moment we all heard a bloodcurdling scream from across the street with the sounds of crashing and a tussle. me, my old pal from highschool, his friend, that one woman who was with him (maybe his niece or something?) and @ leonati ran across the street to see the house in shambles. i rembered seeing the bodies of those killed being drained of blood partially, so i made the presumption that it could possibly be a vampire of some sort, so i quickly went into the kitchen to see if i could grab some garlic to protect myself.

buckle up boys and beavers cause this is where shit really hits the fan

i walked in and i just lost conciousness instantly. it was like falling asleep, but my muscles didnt loosen at all. when i woke up, i noticed some very important things. one thing is im across town, the second thing is that im at the local diner eating a weirdly good garlic sandwhich, third is that thirty minutes had passed, and most importantly that i had a bunch of texts from @ leonati about how i agreed to meet him by the sewer and that he was waiting for me. this absolutely f*cking terrified me because i said absolutely no such f*cking thing about meeting anywhere, much less the goddamn sewer. i called him and he picked up immediately as i tried to describe what on earth happened as i ran to the location where he said we were to meet. i got there, i saw him, and we started both frantically theorizing, tryng to solve this conundrum, when suddenly he fell over, and i saw someone standing behind him. i recognized him from the photo my highschool friend showed me instantly, it was the same guy suspected of the two recent murders.

i shot him point blank with my shotgun, but this motherf*cker didnt stagger back and bleed like a normal person, he dissintegrated into black ash that coagulated into some kind of black goo and sunk into the grass. i turned to try and see if @ leonati was ok, but before i could move i felt something grab me.

now this is gonna sound ridicolous, even from me, but i swear on the holy bible that every word of this actually happened:

a huge fucking snake with big leathery wings lifted me off the ground and tried to hypnotise me, scratching and bruising me like it was trying to crush my bones. i managed to free both of my arms good enough to grab my wire necklace and strangled the f*cker pretty well, but it got a real good slash on me with its talons before it ran into the sewers. i called an ambulance to get me and @ leonati as i got some small emergency surgery done on me as we were driven back.

when i was woken up in the hospital, @ leonati had already been discharged and sent back home. (glad you’re ok, dude) they had me stay to finish some tests, and i actually got to meet one of my followers in person for the second time ever. @ touch-tone-telephone-32 was actually working the the hospital and was going to be the one giving me the tests, and he left to go get the proper materials.

i then panickedly realized that it was almost time for my scheduled interview. i met my future boss over the zoom call, who seemed nice, and i actually got the job!!!!1! its a small custodial type gig in a local research center/power plant of some kind. i’m starting work tomorrow, and i’ll make sure to keep y’all updated on how it goes of course.

the day is ending with me and my family goin out to dinner to celebrate at the local diner, where i got to have that weirdly good garlic sandwhich again, this time with a bit of piece of mind. so uh. i wish i had a camera on me to record any of what happened today, especially the part where i randomly blacked out. i don’t know what that f*cking snake thing is, but it’s obviously harassing the town and needs to be stopped at any and all costs.

stay safe out there, and watch out for both deer and large flying snakes while driving

your pal, bb

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Rant Incoming….

Soooo the Sims 4 Infant update… as everyone probably knows by now… everything that made the new infants game changing and different was completely stripped from the update and locked behind a 60$ CAD Paywall… this has to be the first time EA got so shady you are actually REQUIRED to buy an expansion pack in order to have functional babies, because let’s be honest here, you are REQUIRED to buy this pack for the infants to have gameplay… bad enough they for some strange reason locked the changing tables behind a paywall, especially strange that the base game matching sets are apart of the pack not the update but new matching crib/toddler bed is part of the update not the pack? Whatever when has EA ever made logical choices.

On to the really shady sh*t… EA’s dishonesty and greed is just getting worse and worse. For months now they have been selling us on this update, then selling us on this expansion. Making it seem like the infant update was a separate game changing thing, and the expansion being a generations pack. At no point we’re they honest when showing off the infants, all the gameplay for them is locked behind the paywall. In all reality what we got was smaller needier toddlers already able to do everything a toddler can do basically. I actually thought my game was broken when I went to check the infant update when it launched.. only to find out nope… I HAVE to buy the pack to get gameplay for the new infants. I was okay with EA doing what EA does and locking the changing table to growing together despite it making zero f*cking sense. But to lock everything about the infants that made them infants is just next level. You would think EA would have learned their lesson after getting demolished by City Skylines… especially now when two very promising life sims are coming soon… but alas NOPE. Why would they?

Then we have growing together… I’m not going to lie, I am enjoying it, I am. But I’m also a family type player, I’ve been utterly sick and tired of sims 4 being a millennial simulation without any of the drama and chaos… but here’s the reality. This pack is not a generations pack and it absolutely SUCKS. Kids got what? A tree house? A extremely glitchy bike that modders already made and without the glitches 😂 a new lot type which again they sold it as this new and game changing thing, where there would be classes on different days etc. Reality is, this lot is just a generic lot type where sims just show up and use different things on different days… something modders have already managed to do… this is a MASSIVE game company with lots of money and resources yet they constantly do the bare minimum… there’s absolutely zero excuse especially when modders do more with so little help or financial resources to do so. Pandasama’s childbirth mod is a prime example. If you ever played with that mod, you know how phenomenal it is, the animations, the gameplay, it’s so seamless you feel like it’s part of the vanilla game. Anyways… so for a game pack about growing together, family etc, where is the gameplay for teens? Elders? Adults? Children? Toddlers? There barely is any… people will argue that oh well teens gameplay was all in Highschool… ok? But that was teen and teen only gameplay, even cross compatibility for parenthood was lacking. Not to mention that absolute nonsense of not being allowed to build high schools outside of copperdale, which was utter nonsense, they could have easily made it so if we wanted a functional highschool in another neighbourhood it had to also have the auditorium in the same neighborhood inorder to work. Or if that was too much “work” coding wise for them they could have made copperdale the size of windeberg at least… because these tiny worlds are a joke at this point. It’s also immersion breaking. I can’t have all my families in copperdale, and it’s weird AF for teens from willow creek or oasis etc to be traveling all the way to copperdale it just does make sense and is immersion breaking. Frankly I love the world of copperdale but that’s because I live in Canada and that world is the closet representation of Canada’s environment. I wish we could have gotten that world in windeberg size. These tiny worlds leave no room for community lots and families. The new growing together world is an even bigger slap in the face… not only is this world tiny, it’s all set dressing, what a waste of time imo. For a bustling port city, its dead. No lots once again, which why? Wouldn’t it be less work to just put empty lots everywhere rather than set dressing? If someone’s game lags because of too many detailed lots while using crap computer well that’s on them? If that’s the reason for lack of lots? We accepted no open world or open neighborhood so why take away lots too? It would have been amazing to have bunch of small lots everywhere so we could really build a bustling city/suburb filled with so many families. Many of us play legacy style. My current family, I would have wished to have majority of the adult children and their families move to the new world but then there’s zero room for other families to have interesting gameplay, relationships etc, let alone community lots too. I hate having to travel between worlds constantly. When I play, only time I want to travel is if my sims are going on vacation. Otherwise it’s immersion breaking. Maybe it seems like not a big deal for most, but for me it really bothers me. The worst part about this new world is how stripped it is, we are use to having the set dressing not be usable, no rabbit holes etc, that sucks enough but whatever, this time they went a step further and legitimately stripped it of swimming spots, fishing spots on a world SURROUNDED by the water… and I don’t know if this is my game being glitchy or if this was another thing that was stripped. There’s no collectables? I haven’t seen a single rock, plant, frog, nothing… 1/2

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Sex is such a block for me right now. Don’t have that drive like I used to. Is something wrong with me? I’m only in my mid-twenties. Maybe I’m just blocked. Emotionally. Spiritually. The expectation to be hyper sexual. Maybe just an aspect of my life not to focus on right now. Of course I’m not focussing on dating right now. But you’d at least think I could still enjoy the other. Nope. Feels like I just need to let go of it. Letting go.

Said yes to working in the café today. Kind of regretted saying yes. Tomorrow I’ll definitely say no. And Monday. Had planned to wake up early this morning. Woke up naturally at like 7.30. Should have got straight out of bed. Because it never ends up feeling worth staying in bed. We’ve established this much. Non aver rimpianti. Accepting what is. Moving on. This evening I can have some really nice food and get some work done.

I can probably get some work done this morning for an hour. Yep I’ll have a full hour. Will write until 9.30. Will make some breakfast. Will work for an hour or so. Get ready and then go to work. Better than nothing. I’ll have still been with myself for an hour and a half before work.

Someone is sorting out the dishwasher and putting things away downstairs in the kitchen. So noisy. Don’t they know I’m trying to concentrate? Joking. Couldn’t care less. Why is this getting silly now.

Saw Sexy Scorpio last night at the National Gallery. Feel so lucky that we live in the same city now, and that we can see each other more often. I realised how hard it is for me to concentrate when there’s distractions. Looking at all the paintings I just couldn’t tell a story in a straight line. And we all know how hard it is for me to tell a story quickly and succinctly.

Doubt about whether to apply. Will be up against people with fully developed practices. Also found out that the open day falls on a day I’m working on that production. What should I do? The first sign of doubt is like an alcoholic taking their first drink. Maybe not quite but the sentiment still holds. I do think I have to be wary of the competition. Perhaps I should work on my work as if I’m going to apply, then see if I feel ready to or not. I have 16 images to upload. I could aim for 8 paintings in total, and for each take a close up. I could also show some digital sculpture work. Show on two of the paintings how I’ve worked to realise they. I could also submit the image of a text. Hm, maybe not. As I will have the opportunity to write a text as part of the application, I think.

So the conclusion is... Act as if I’m applying. Find out the open day dates, the deadline dates. Find replacements to go for me instead, if I can’t go. Create a weekly schedule to achieve the goals. There’s my plan.

Have a cold. I think. Or at least the start of one. Going to eat an amazing breakfast and make myself look so f*cking hot today. Not for any reason in particular, but for myself of course. I may not have the biggest libido at the minute, but the least I can do is feel sexy.

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Killing Me 18+

Pairings: jealous!Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Timothée begs you for a threesome and ends up not enjoying it as much as he thought he would.

Warnings: threesome, slight alcohol mention, face f*cking, fingering, protected and unprotected sex, angst, breeding kink if you dim the lights and squint,

Word Count: 3,972

Authors Note: song title inspired by Omar Apollo 🥰 sorry this took forever. I got carried away writing it. I was sweating the whole time. I hope you guys enjoy this. Minors pls don’t interact with this, seriously inappropriate sh*t ahead, thank you.

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The day finally came, he had begged you for weeks. He had also been thinking about it for a while, following a dinner with the boys where one of his friends lamented about how much he had enjoyed a threesome with his own girlfriend. Timothée had thought of you, in front of him on all fours, taking someone else into your space, with ONLY his permission, looking at him the whole time. He thought about how much he wanted to ram his cock down your throat to muffle the lewd noises coming from it. It was such a delicious thought for him that he almost had to leave early that night. But he held on, until he finally came home to ravage you. Only afterwards gaining the courage to mention it to you, and now you had finally agreed.

Now the two of you sat on the couch, three wine glasses and a bottle of Prosecco laid in front of you on the coffee table. Awkward introductions were made already. You reached to pour liquid into all of the glasses, eyes stuck on Timothée, who’s face was still a little bright red.

“I’ve done this before, you guys,” his friend was the first one to speak up since “you don’t have to feel so awkward.”

“Thanks, man.” A relieved sigh from Timothée before he raised his glass high for the both of you “this will be fun.” The three of you clinked your glasses together.

“Ground rules?” He asked your boy, who was now staring at you, taking a sip from his glass. He looked gorgeous as always, cardigan laying over his warm shoulders, hair splaying into a sea of coffee colored curls. He was a little nervous for this, not because he didn’t know what he was doing, but because he didn’t know what he could handle when it came to this kind of thing. Could he handle him kissing you? Embracing you? Could he handle seeing you with your pretty hands all over someone else’s dick? Probably not.

“No kissing,” his eyes shifted to look at his friend who’s eyes were also glued to you, in a way that made Timothée want to roll his eyes into the back of his head. “And I don’t want your lips anywhere near his cock.” A long finger moved to point at his friend before he was taking a drink from his glass, nearly finishing it. He felt maybe if he loosened up a little bit he wouldn’t regret his decision to try this.

“Fair enough,” he smirked and did the same. The smug look on his face made him want to say nevermind. To say get the fuck out, please, before you had a chance to take your clothes off. But after you finished your drink, you were shimmying out of your jeans and taking a seat, this time closer to Timothée, almost thigh to thigh. You noticed his tensed form and you wrapped your hand around his that was holding the glass. You guided it to his lips for him.

“This is what you wanted, right?” Your voice was quiet and kind, not annoyed. This made him relax a bit, and he nodded, finishing his second drink. “Then let’s get started.” It was almost a question, but it didn’t need to be.

Without thinking, you grabbed ahold of Timothée’s hand to guide him into your bedroom, a finger beckoning his friend to follow after the two of you. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, pressing kisses across his neck and jawline. You always had an incredible effect on him, but to you it was obvious he was trying to keep quiet to keep up a facade. An evil idea danced through your mind before coming to fruition, your teeth nipped down lightly on his milky skin. Mere seconds later, his flesh turned a pretty shade of pink. The unexpected feeling elicited a groan from him, one that made him blush, vermillion just barely dusting his perfect cheeks. He hated feeling so helpless in this moment. Usually he loved it, relished in it. He didn’t care if he showed how much power you had over him.

He disliked it so much that he was now snaking his fingers through your hair and pushing your head downwards gently. A silent plea, so intimate. Maybe not intimate to the normal eye, but for the two of you, this action always made shudders rapture through your bodies. Something about the way you would always immediately sink to your knees for him. So eager. Just for him. It was a hushed prayer. One that said I’m yours. Your hands were instantly running up his thighs and your face was pressing against his erection, soft corduroy fabric gracing your skin. Saliva started to pool in your mouth in anticipation and you pawed at his belt, eyes pleading up at him. “Fuck,” he groaned once again, nearly tormented now. The image of his friend getting on his knees behind you to slip your shirt off. Only for his hands to graze your breasts, kneading harshly. Something he could touch but would never possess. The thought reminded Timothée of how desperately he wanted to possess your mouth in this moment. He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants to the floor , just barely kicking them out of sight on the hardwood floor.

“Thank you, honey.” You purred, wasting no time in tugging his briefs down to his ankles. His erection sprung forward before slapping against his stomach. One of your favorite things to see. You licked your lips and inched forward to press a kiss to his cock, eyes quickly traveling up his body again until you reached his eyes. The look plastered on your face gave him goosebumps and he shuddered quietly. “You look so pretty like this..” you whispered, hot breath fanning across his cold skin. He whimpered and bucked his hips forward. His hands now moved, starting at the nape of your neck, fingers spreading through your hair, fingers wide. You knew what was coming, your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, back arching slightly in a silent plea for his friend. You hands sprung forward to wrap around his cock. Your tongue licked a long and tiny stripe along him, never leaving his gaze. It wasn’t enough for him. He protested by gathering hair at the crown of your head and he tugged gently at first, just enough to make you do something. Anything. It worked, like a shot, you were giving what he was asking for. Your mouth was wrapping around his cock, the tip of it nearly hitting the back of your throat. Before you could gag around him you pulled away and gathered some of the saliva in your hands to coat him completely. His hips thrusted forward into your inviting hands.

Timothée wanted to moan out, loudly, but he was harshly reminded of the third person in this equation when you moaned quietly instead, lips sending soft vibrations through his body. The source of your pleasure must have been the fingers that were slowly working inside of you now, he thought. Reality was, it was because it turned you on so much to be giving Timothée exactly what you thought he wanted. The thumb rubbing slow circles into your swollen clit was just a nice bonus. The fingers on your left hand splayed across his hips, tracing his hip bones. His grip tightened on your hair and he pushed you forward so your mouth was engulfing him once again.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you tried to relax your throat so you could take more of him this time. You succeeded, the head of his cock prodded at the back of your throat and a hushed whine that sounded more like a gurgle slipped through your mouth. Along with a thin trail of drool, sliding down your chin. The feeling of someone else watching as you worshipped his cock was incredible, he couldn’t help but rock his hips forward with a whimper of your name. Each vibration of your quiet gags against his cock felt like an amen to him.

One thing he wasn’t happy about was the sight of you oscillating your hips around the three fingers that weren’t his pumping in and out of you. It was clear you were enjoying yourself from the squishing sounds that bubbled into the space around your wet cunt. Timothée squeezed his eyes shut and snapped his hips forward with more force in an attempt to completely muffle all of your pleasured noises. The way you gagged around him was disgusting and crude. It made him want to fill your throat all at once but he didn’t let himself.

Timothée pulled away barely to clamber for his pants and he pulled out a silver package and threw it in the direction of his friend. He wanted to kick him out but he felt that would be rude and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew you were enjoying yourself. Or at least it seemed like it. And if anyone else was going to fuck you, he wanted to make sure they couldn’t feel what you felt like inside, completely raw and unadulterated. That was something that was just for him. Something he would never share with anyone else. He didn’t care if he was selfish. He didn’t care if he was greedy, he would fight to make sure no one was ever to feel you in the way that he got to feel you.

He focused his gaze on your face, ignoring the fact that you were actively positioning yourself to get fucked by someone else. He wouldn’t ever mention how it did really turn him on, only in that moment. You looked so pretty on your knees, legs spread wide, tongue dipping out to lap at his impossibly hard cock.

He also ignored as his friend rolled on the condom and came forward to set his grip on your hips to push his cock into you. You moaned loudly and Timothée wanted so badly to freak out. To physically fight him and shove him away and out of the apartment. Instead he forced his hands to find their way back into your hair and he tugged on the sweet spot on your scalp, pulling you forward to shove his cock into your mouth to shut you up. He did his best to disregard the entire situation. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut once again.

Timothée didn’t relent this time, hips snapping forward fast so that no sound could escape from your throat. He felt terrible because for a few moments he didn’t care if you weren’t enjoying the feeling of his cock ramming into the back of your throat. He just knew that if he had to listen to, even for one more second, the sound of you enjoying being fucked by someone else, he was going to commit a felony. He wouldn’t kill him but he knew his conduct would be extremely disorderly. You were enjoying it though, you loved it when he had his way with your mouth. He looked so fucking hot when he was fucking your throat. You felt bad for everyone who would never see it.

You were enjoying the feeling of Timothée sliding passed your lips far more than you were enjoying getting fucked by anyone other than him. You superficially squeezed your walls together, eager to get this over with, you wanted him to cum as soon as possible so he could leave and you could have your love.

As of right on cue, he did, pulling out as he filled the condom with his seed. Timothée caught on to what you were doing and he pulled from your mouth, pinching your cheek softly as he sent a wink for only you to see. He pulled on his briefs haphazardly and his friend looked at him confused, “did you?”

“No, but that’s okay. It was great,” his speech was quick and flustered “thank you so much for coming.” He tugged on his shirt, not saying anything even as he followed after the friend, watching as he slipped his shoes on.

The whole interaction was rushed and a bit awkward, he didn’t let anyone else get a word in “Thanks again for coming, I think we’re going to bed, I’m so tired.” He yawned and waved him through the door as you followed into the living room, pulling your panties up your thoughts.

As soon as he was out the door, Timothée was grabbing you and pushing you flush against the wood and his hands were exploring your body erratically. Squeezing softly, rubbing and feeling your warm skin. He whined lowly. Timothée sucked in his teeth quietly and whimpered, head ducking down to press kisses to your clavicle. “Mine.” He stated, standing up straight now to make sure you were looking at him, his eyes darkened slightly with a now serious expression. He needed to know if you knew that. But he didn’t want to ask. “Mine, mine, mine.”

“Yours.” You cooed, standing up on your toes to press a loving kiss to his lips. This seemed to make him feel better. You took one of his hands and led it to press a finger to your clothed clit. He dipped his fingers into your panties. To his absolute bliss, you weren’t as wet as you usually were for him. He sighed in contentment. You hadn’t came from the prior activities. He was selfishly happy for that. Timothée wanted to be the only one to make you cum. “Feels so much better when you’re touching me.” Your hips thrusted forward to rub against his fingers, needing anything from him.

“God, baby, you’re really the fucking best.” His voice is barely him, it’s whiny and breathy. His middle finger circles around your entrance before sliding in, just barely passed his knuckle. You do your best to not cry out already and your arm shoots out to grip onto his shirt to stabilize yourself. “That’s my girl.” He breathed, wriggling his finger inside of you.

“Please, Timo.” You whined, drawing out the nickname. Eyebrows furrowed together and tears pricking your eyes you begged him “More, more, please.” You were far wetter than you had been all night and it made his chest swell with pride. He hadn’t even given you a while finger and you were already glazing his finger, juices threatening to slide to his hand. He finally listened to your pleas and pushed his finger completely inside of you, waiting no time to push a second one along with it. He curled his fingers upward, prodding at your sweet spot. You whimpered, a chorus of “uhn, uhn, uhn” and his name tumbling from your lips and into his ears. The sound of it made him grow impossibly hard and he buckled his hips forward and down to rub his erection against your thigh. He wanted you to feel what you did to him, even when you hadn’t touched him in so long. It was a reminder.

A reminder you listened to. You rolled down his briefs and pulled out his cock to run your hand along the length of it. He wanted to make you cum with his fingers but when your hand squeezed around him he decided that he couldn’t wait anymore. The image of you getting fucked by someone that wasn’t him shoved into his mind and he needed to reclaim what was his. He needed you to feel him. He needed to feel you. “I’m sorry, mon amour, I’m sorry,” he whispered regretfully when he saw your toes curling in pleasure from just his fingers, and he pulled them out. You whimpered loudly and rolled your hips onto nothing. He felt sympathy for you, but only for a moment when he remembers that he’s the one who had to watch you get railed by someone else, even if it was his idea. Sympathy replaced by pure primal instinct. The instinct that he needed to show you why he was the one who got to fuck you.

He wasted no time at all pulling your panties down your legs, lifting your leg up, pressing your knee impossibly high up against the door and immediately thrusting himself up into you. This evoked a long and loud from the both of you, foreheads pressing together. He was sure anyone in the hallway could hear that one. The thought of someone hearing turned him on further. “Oh fuck.” Was all he could manage to say and he had to stop himself from moving. You felt so good around him that he needed a moment otherwise he would be done for and ruin the moment. The earlier activities played from the recess of his mind and this helped knock him to his senses. His hands gripped your hips, nails digging harshly into your skin. His hips snapped upwards and a guttural moan burst from his diaphragm, “Did he feel like this?” His voice was pleading. He was seeking your validation. It was strange coming from a man who was always so sure of himself. But here he was, staring at you, looking like he was going to cry if you were to tell him anything other than what he wanted to hear.

You shook your head quickly and wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer to you. His hips stirred and he couldn’t help himself but rock his hips against yours. “No one can fuck me like you do, Timothée.” The sound of his name coming from you almost made him actually cry but he couldn’t. He was enjoying himself way too much to let himself cry and possibly ruin the satisfaction of finally having you wrapped around him. “The only fun I had was when you were fucking my face.” Just what he wanted to hear. No, needed to hear. You knew his needs better than he did.

“I love you,” he cooed quietly, “I love fucking you, fucking your face.” His hand trailed across the expanse of your cheek, admiring your features. You rolled your hips against him, a silent request for him to keep going. He complied and pressed your ass against against the door before he fucked up into you, your back arching into his chest. You cried out in pleasure, pulling him closer to you. “You feel incredible, baby.” His voice was choked and he sounded flustered.

He fucked you into the door and pulled your hips into his, breathing heavily. There was a knock on the door. Immediately his hand is covering your mouth and he looks through the peep hole in the door. His friend outside and looks frustrated, stating “I think I forgot my charger inside.”

You look at each other and struggle to hold in giggles. Timothée looks at you incredulously, not sure what to do.

You ignore it and roll your hips against him, to which he gasps and it’s your turn to cover his mouth. He thrusted up into you slowly, trying his best to be quiet but it was hard with how soaked you were. He hissed at the wet sound, obscene. You both hoped that he wouldn’t hear it. Soon you’re guiding his hand from your face and to your clit, where he happily began to rub the sensitive skin. “He didn’t even know how to use his fingers,” you whispered into his ear, “I thought about you the entire time. How much I missed your fingers.” Timothée whimpered and forced his gaze from the peep hole to look at you.

“Hello?” Another voice that wasn’t from either of you.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” he professed and pulled out of you. He grabbed you by the wrist and walked you to the couch where he bent you over the edge and was immediately sheathing himself back inside of you before you could even think. You cried out in absolute pleasure and he shushed you, reaching forward to slip two of his fingers into your mouth. It didn’t matter to him if he was still on the outside of the door, part of him hoped that he was. So he could hear exactly who made you feel like this. “Who’s making you feel this fucking good, baby?” He purred, pulling out his slick fingers to grip your chin as he rocked his hips forward rapidly.

“You, baby. Only you can make me feel like this.” you had managed to breathe out between your gasps of pleasure. It seemed to not please him the way you thought it would and his fingers plunged back into your mouth to muffle the lewd sounds pouring from you.

“No, mon amour. What’s my name?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips and pulled his fingers back out, trailing his hand to wrap gently around your neck as he fucked you.

At his words you were almost at your first breaking point, your walls squeezed around him and he groaned loudly, repeating himself. “Come on, say it.” He stopped his hips and instead rubbed his hips up against you teasingly.

“Timothée!” You cried out, voice cracking. “Please, don’t be like that. Fuck me please. Timothée.” You begged out loud, almost sounding pathetic if it wasn’t for the situation.

“You feel so good.” He released his grip on your hip and ran his hand over your ass, groaning quietly. Whimpering, you pushed back against him. Timothée liked your response and gave you exactly what you wanted, hips immediately snapping back into you. You came undone around him, squeezing him harder than before and his fingers squeezed around your throat. The feeling was almost over stimulating but it felt so good, you gushed around him and he buried his face into your neck, whispering your name.

“I’m sorry.” It was good for him too. Too good, he was struggling to keep it together. “I can’t.” Timothée could barely speak but he didn’t need to, you knew what he was trying to say.

“Cum inside of me, please, Timothée.” He needed to cum so badly but he wouldn’t let himself until he made you cum again. There was no way you wouldn’t be thinking about this night for weeks. He needed you to be addicted to him the way he was addicted to you. His hand dipped between your legs and he toyed with your clit. He stilled before rocking his hips as rhythmically as he could manage with how close he was, especially after what you had said.

“No,” a choked sob “I can’t.” Before he could finish his sentence he was cumming, spilling into you. Loud and desperate moans falling from his pink lips. The feeling of him filling you up, caused a second orgasm to wrack through your body and your toes were curling, you nearly screamed out his name as you came. “I’m sorry, fuck.”

You collapsed forward onto the couch and sighed happily, lazy smile creeping onto your lips “don’t be.”

He wanted to follow suit, and lay with you. But he couldn’t help but pull himself and admire the way you look laid in front of him. His hands were suddenly splaying across your ass and spreading you apart. You gasped at the feeling of the air hitting you and he groaned as he watched his seed spill out of you.

Timothée collected some with his finger and brought it to your lips. You happily parted them for him and he shoved his fingers into your mouth where you swished your tongue against them. You tasted him with a smile and he whimpered loudly, “I love you.”

“I love you too, pervert. Come here.”

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