#and think about how that shit actually comes across

[secretkinkz]

I'm requesting a father Sukuna and Sukuna's daughter's best friend, Y/N. Sukuna  looks at their thighs, low-cut top, and other things during the day and when Y/N's friend is asleep they go to the kitchen to get something to eat and they notice Sukuna sitting at the kitchen table doing work and Y/N's tries to tease him but it backfires. [PS love your work. Hope you are still writing. Much love!]

A/n: OMG, I can't even tell how long it's been since you requested this. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I even HAD submissions! I've been gone for a while but here, I did my best <3

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P s. Y'all don't think too much Abt the age. Literally. Don't. It might not make sense.

Modern AU

Warnings: Age gap (19/32), broken girl code, spitting, spanking, gagging, choking, hair pulling, male oral and, fem oral.

Enjoy~

So fucking rude, but he's fucking sexy. God, I can't stand him.

You stare at Sukuna from across the room as he stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his back turned doing God knows what on his phone.

You were over to see Yuromi, his daughter, your best friend. Well, to be honest. You wanted to see him, you've only known Yuromi for 6 months, yesterday you met her dad.

It was your birthday party, her dad dropped her off and you were introduced to him. He nonchalantly nodded and drove off after telling his 21 year old daughter to be safe.

Yeah, she still lives with her dad, because she was afraid of the real world.

Yuromi had always been spoiled and clearly pampered by her father so she was afraid of leaving the house and he was completely fine with that. He was a single father so he doesn't have a reason to deny her.

But seriously, you were interested in him but Yuromi would be pissed if you actually tried him out. Would she? Then again, she was adopted. Sukuna adopted her when she was 10.

God, you wanted him though. To just fuck him, let him bend you over the counter and go balls deep.

His rough voice saying the most disgusting things that would leave you dripping for him. Fuck.

You had a chance, you often caught Sukuna staring at you. So you wore revealing clothes every time you went over. He would watch your ass whenever you bend over, sometimes you'd part your legs so he could see the lace panties you wore.

You squeeze your legs together just thinking about it.

"Hey, come on. Stop ignoring me.." Yuromi cocked her eyebrows, crossing her arms.

"It's late, sorry I'm tired." I mumbled.

"Shit, it is 1 am. Let's go to bed." She stood up from the couching and stretched.

"I'm going to bed dad, goodnight." She went over and hugged him, his kissed her forehead. "Sleep well." He said, as she smiled.

"Don't overwork yourself."

We went upstairs to her room. "Okay, in the morning we'll go to the concert. God, I can't wait." She squealed, hugging you.

You chuckled, she was excited over a classical show. Beethoven's fur Elise, would be performed.

"Alright, I'll wake you up." You waved as you went into the room next to hers..

It was only an hour later when you got hungry, so you decided to go downstairs.

To your surprise, Sukuna was sitting at the table on his laptop.

You slowed down and stared at him for a moment before going into the kitchen. "Don't mind me." You whispered, grabbing a water bottle instead before moving to the table.

"What do you want?" He asked, picking up his pen. "Nothing..." You lean forward, letting your oversized tank top shift a little.

"You know for someone who's only known me for less than 3 months, you sure are comfortable wearing those clothes around my house." He said coldly, meeting your gaze. You nearly melt seeing his intense glare.

"I'm sorry, I'll dress better." You run lick your lips and watch hima s he writes whatever's on his laptop down. "Do you need anything?"

He growls lowly, clearly becoming frustrated.

"Actually, yes.. I'd like to get to know you. Since, you're my best friend's father."

He removed his glasses and looked up.

"What would you like to know?" He asks, making it noticeable that he wasn't interested.

"What are your hobbies, What do you like to eat, your taste in women-"

"If you're only hanging with my daughter just to get at me, I suggest you stop."

"What? Of course not, I love Yuromi. But.." you rhb your feet against his leg.

"It wouldn't hurt wanting her dad."

Sukuna stared at you as you stood up, moving behind him. You place your hands on his shoulders, brushing your lips against his ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game girl."

"I like to play risky sometimes."

Sukuna gripped your wrist and slammed you against the table, pressing his bulge against your ass. "Let's see how long you'll be willing to."

He kicked your legs apart and lifted your shirt. "No panties? So you're used to quickies huh?"

"No, I barely have sex. Why, are you jealous?"

Sukuna slaps your ass, gripping it firmly. "I'm far too grown to be jealous."

You gasp feeling his cold fingers slip between your lips. His free hand reaching under your shirt and gripping your breast. You bite your lips, surpressing your moans, his fingers curl hitting your sensitive spot.

"Whatever you say. you're moving like we have all day."

"I like to take my time, admire something before I make a mess of it."

Sukuna inserts another finger, spreading them apart. "Don't do that." You whine, bucking your hips. "This?"

He spreads them again, like he was stretching your pussy.

"You're practically riding my fingers right now."

You instantly stop moving your hips. "Perhaps you're out of touch, which is why you're taking years."

He smiles slightly as your insult.

Your eyes widened feeling a hot and burning sensation on your ass again, it doesn't stop as he strikes your ass again and again. "Let's see, if I'm out of touch."

Tear prick the end of your eyes as he rubs the painful area. Fuck it get so good. Sukuna thrusts his fingers into your mouth, gagging you as he thrusts them in and out.

Your eyes roll back as your throat grows hot. You struggle to pull back, Sukuna keeps his fingers buried deep. Not even caring that you were turning red and choking.

Feeling your hips twitch, he withdraws his fingers. You inhale, attempting to catch your breath. He collects the drool on the side of your mouth, using it to coat your nipples. You didn't think Sukuna was fucking Sadistic.

"Get on your knees."

You did as he ordered, leaning against the counter and you sat on your knees. You nearly choked on your salvia seeing his dick, it was fucking huge. You couldn't possibly take that.

The tip of his cock red and forming with precum, it was veiny and long.

"Open." But hearing his raspy voice order you around, that was impossible to reject.

You open your mouth, your hands barely wrapping around his length as you take the head into your mouth.

He grunts, watching you try and take all of it. "Shouldn't be greedy."

You glare at him and pull back, going back down and repeat. You eventually speed up, the sounds of your slurping and gagging on his girth is the only thing heard.

As if he'd grown impatient, he tangled his finger in your hair and began thrusting. Your head hitting the wall as he pins you against it. He growls and leans his head back. "Fuck."

You place your hands on his thigh, fighting the urge to finger yourself to his aggression.

Sukuna holds your head still as he slams his cock down your throat, groaning as if you two were the only ones in the house.

Thank God Yuromi was a heavy sleeper, she didn't even wake up to someone banging on her door.

"Shit, your mouth is pretty useful. I like that, the sound of you choking on my dick. It's better than you shamelessly flirting with me."

He slaps your face a few times, before pulling away.

You swallow his load, coughing slightly.

Sukuna grabbed you by the waist and placed you on the counter, spreading your legs.

He went between your legs, wasting no time to start sucking on your folds.

"Mm." You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him, biting your lip.

"Yes.." Your eyes flutter, his thumb rubbing your clitoris in circular motions as he spits and smears it. So nasty, and filthy, he didn't care how messy he was, he was slurping your juices and enjoying every moment of it.

"Fuck, Suk-Sukuna... ohhh shit shit!" You squirm, gripping his hair as you arch your back off the counter. "Mm, fuck! Keep going, yes yes!" He speeds up, grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders as he pushes your knees against your chest.

"God! Mm fuck, baby!" You whimper, panting heavily as you chase your orgasm.

Your toes curls as your mouth falls open, stomach churning as your orgasm waves over you.

Sukuna pulls away, his tongue running over his lips.

He presses his dick against your entrance.

He hasn't even started fucking you yet and you were already tired and overstimulated. You couldn't even take the small steps, how could you possibly handle him fucking your brains out?

When he did start, you were gripping the edges of the counter moaning loudly as he slammed his hips into your ass.

"Fuckin' tight, shit I could fuck this all night." He groaned, yanking your head back as you clenched your teeth. "Open."

He spat in your mouth, you closed your mouth and swallowed. God, whatever this man would throw at you, you would swallow willingly. He asked so fucking sexy, his dick? Even better, shiitt it was stretching you wide.

You were almost screaming as he slapped your ass and brutally fucked your pussy.

He pulled out and turned you on your back, entering with the same force once again. This time he got a better look at your flushed face as you took his cock.

"You like that?"

"M-mm, I fucking love it!" You cried, your eyes rolling back as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Good, fucking good."

He tightened the grip he had around your throat, his eyes rolling back S you clenched down on his cock. "S-Shit." He released a guttural moan.

It wasn't long before he took you to his bedroom, you found yourself in a mating press as you had the filthiest kiss ever.

He fought the urge to fill your tight, warm pussy with his seed. He wanted to make you a mother, just so he could see his cum drip from all of your holes.

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A/n: it's 3 am. I need to take my ass to sleep. 😌❤️

[ladykailitha]

Around the World Part 5

Hey guys!! Welcome back to the Spooky World Tour. Where we finally leave the USA and head across the Pond.

First stop! The British Isles. Where Robin gets giddy about Titanic stuff. They do run afoul some fans as they leave Boston, but nothing seasoned vet Eddie Munson can't handle. Eddie tries out new looks as disguises that make Steve very happy and Robin and Chrissy get teased.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“Oh shit.”

Eddie had checked his phone for their flight number because they were getting ready to check out of one of the hotels they stayed in. It was supposed to have been haunted but considering their previous experiences, it was pretty sure bet that it actually wasn’t.

So yeah, anyway. They had a problem. Well, closer to roughly fifty problems and all of them outside the hotel waiting for Eddie Munson to come out.

Steve looked up from his last minute search of the room to make sure they got everything. “What’s up?”

“Someone fucking told TMZ I’m in Boston,” Eddie hissed, “and which hotel I’m staying at.”

“Shit.”

They shared a glance and both took off at a run straight for the girls’ room.

Eddie raised his hand to knock, but Chrissy was already opening the door.

“How did they find out?” Steve asked, nervously twisting his fingers together.

“Vickie’s looking into it,” she said, gently. “I’ve hired two cars exactly the same to show up at the back of the hotel. We will get in one and four actors will get into the other and we’ll play the fucking shell game with these people.” She got angrier as she spoke.

Robin came up behind her. “That was Vickie,” she said solemnly, “she thinks she’s found the leak.”

Steve and Eddie shared a concerned glance.

Chrissy pulled them into the room and closed the door behind her. She stood in front of the door and crossed her arms. “Who do I have to kill?”

“Nancy fucking Wheeler,” Robin huffed. “By way of probably Mike and Dustin. Mike figures she got home early when Dustin was talking about how Steve and I must like having friends in high places that could take us on world tours.”

Steve sank to the floor in a crouch. He had told Dustin that as a trial run to see how well he could keep a secret now that he was older. And apparently the answer was not well at all.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” she continued. “Nancy must have decided that since she couldn’t blab about Steve and Eddie’s relationship without breaking the NDA she decided to chose violence instead.”

Eddie put one hand on his hip and lifted his shirt a little as he looked around the room. Then he spotted the potted plant. A real one for how posh the place was. He grabbed a baggie from Chrissy’s makeup bag and started filling it.

Robin frowned in confusion, but Steve and Chrissy grinned.

“His little camouflage technique,” Chrissy explained.

Then the light bulb above Robin’s head went off. “Like that night you came to the concert!”

Eddie and Steve grinned at her.

“We can’t doing it leaving the hotel,” he said with a grin, “because the shell game wouldn’t sell. But once we’re in the car, we dirty up our clothes and luggage to get through to the airport. Then we can use the airport lounge to shower and change.”

“So we leave now?” Robin asked, looking at her watch.

“We leave now.”

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Robin knew how to change up her look. She took out makeup from Chrissy’s bag and did her makeup completely different to ‘Robin’. She didn’t have any of her designer clothes that she wore as Celeste Baptiste, but she knew how to glam up what she already had. Chrissy and Eddie did the homeless look, multiple layers and dirt smeared into their skin and hair.

Steve was a little harder to disguise because of his perfect cheek bones and distinct profile. Which is when Chrissy got the idea to glam Steve up too. She contoured his face and added cat-eye wingtips and glitter.

Standing next Robin, they looked like a pair of fashion models on their way to Milan, London, or even Paris.

Eddie and Chrissy split up, while Robin and Steve walked and talked like Abbadon and Celeste.

Soon they were at the airport lounge and Eddie and Chrissy made quick work of their disguises in the lounge showers.

Steve had his makeup removed, but Robin kept hers on.

“I will feel safer it being on until after the flight takes off,” she said once Eddie and Chrissy had rejoined them.

Chrissy gave her hand a squeeze. “That’s okay. I talked to the airline representative and the pilot and they both assured me that the flight is nearly empty and we are the only ones in first class.”

Robin nodded and Steve pulled her close for a hug. He never had to experience that before. But with them traveling with Eddie, it was insane.

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Steve had long since fallen asleep on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie looked over across the aisle to Robin.

“When you guys fly is first class or...?” he asked quietly, careful to not wake either of their partners. Chrissy was on the other side of Robin, curled up into a little ball with a Hello Kitty sleep mask over her eyes as she snored softly.

Robin shook her head. “We don’t want to let people on that we might be anything other peons. Shane suggested a private jet once. But...”

“How do you explain that the five little peons,” Eddie said with a chuckle, “Shane, Simon, Steve, Spence, and Robin aren’t on the same flight as the other roadies and peons?”

Robin snorted. “Yeah, pretty much. Spence suggested telling people we just were all getting on a separate flight than everyone else.” She cocked her head to the side. “Steve wasn’t convinced.”

Eddie winced. Steve could be really stubborn about that sort of thing. He was also the one that stood to lose the most if this shit went south, so... Eddie supposed a little bit of grace could be given.

“You do know what the solution is, don’t you?” he said with a grin. “You hire a charter jet for everyone.”

Robin blinked at him for a moment and then grinned back. “Eddie Munson, I love your brain.”

“Well that’s all you get,” he huffed, looking down at the still sleeping Steve. He brushed a strand of hair out of Steve’s face.

“Sap!” she huffed and pulled down her witchy sleep mask she got in Salem, MA and settled into her seat to sleep the rest of the flight.

Eddie pulled out the blanket they had been given and covered them both. Then under the covers linked their hands together.

Slowly he too drifted off to sleep.

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Steve awoke with a start as the flight attendants announced that they were coming into Cobh and to please put all tray tables in an upright and locked position. He looked around and saw that everyone else was awake. Chrissy and Robin were playing games on their phones while Eddie read a book.

Steve peered around at the title. “The Dead Zone” by Stephen King. He snorted. Of course his boyfriend would be reading horror on this trip. He just wasn’t sure that was the right book to read considering the current political climate, but he wasn’t about to police Eddie’s reading.

He stretched and then buckled his seatbelt. He carefully folded the blanket and handed it to the flight attendant as they passed, making sure everyone was buckled in.

“The Titanic Museum in Vegas was pretty impressive,” Robin said excitedly. “I really hope this place delivers.”

Steve chuckled at his best friend. By the nature of their trip they had to sometimes visit things in the bright light of day and it wasn’t always very spooky.

Personally he thought that was a good thing. The bones in his hands needed some relief from all the grinding and squeezing the other three had been doing. Because yes, while it began as just Eddie and Robin grabbing a hold of him when he got scared, Chrissy was supposed to be there as his “girlfriend” there was some hand holding to be expected from her as well.

Robin was not disappointed. The Titanic stuff was everywhere. The walking tour, the pier in which the ill-fated ship embarked from, the memorial. Robin was talking a mile a minute and even their tour guide seemed impressed by her wealth of knowledge.

Eddie, Steve, and Chrissy stood in the back of the group, arms crossed, watching their friend in amusement as she gestured wildly.

“She’s cute,” Chrissy said warmly.

“Well,” Steve said with a huff, “if your plan pans out, you can make all the kissy faces at her all you want.”

She tried to hide her giggle behind her hand, but failed miserably. “If that’s why I was doing it, I’d agree with you. But after what happened in Boston, disguising Eddie means we all become anonymous.”

Steve sighed. He had been thiissss close to telling Dustin about his secret band or hell just that he was dating Eddie in general, but then he had to go bragging to Mike about how cool it was for him to have friends that would take him on world trips and have the media catch wind of that?

Getting to Logan airport had been a nightmare.

Thankfully Eddie’s camouflage trick worked and they were able to get on their flight with minimal fuss.

So now Eddie was currently dressed in clothes that would have made people think he raided Abbadon’s closet. He wore a white button up over a white tank top, large white jeans. His hair had been braided by Chrissy and Robin to look like almost dreadlocks and huge glasses that covered his eyes. He had also refrained from shaving so that further covered up his face.

He looked like a fucking runway model and Steve was absolutely going to eat him when they got back to their hotel, he looked that good.

When Robin finally paused for breath they went to lunch and took in some of the other sites, Cohb offered.

Steve nearly burst out laughing when Robin grabbed Chrissy hand to show her something and then ‘forgot’ to let go. Chrissy might not being taking advantage of Eddie incognito, but Robin sure the hell was.

When they finally got to the hotel, Steve grinned at Robin and whispered, “I recommend dental dams and socks to muffle the noise.” He winked and walked away as she sputtered and squawked in outrage.

About five minutes later he came back out holding a small box. He knocked on their door and when Chrissy opened it, Steve tossed her the box.

“Always use protection, ladies,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows suggestively and then turned and walked back to the room he shared with Eddie.

Chrissy looked at the box in her hand and saw it was dental dams. “Steve, why do you even have these? Steve? Steve!” But he merely closed the door behind him.

Eddie was unbraiding the last of his braids when Steve came back. “That better have not had been our last box, lover boy.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Like I would do such a thing!” he cried, mock scandalized. “We have three other boxes. I told the TSA agent I was going to a dental convention in Dublin.”

Eddie cackled. “Because of course you did.” He got up and pulled Steve toward the bed. “Come on, I believe you’ve been wanting to ravish me all day.”

Steve grinned, sliding his arms around his waist. “Oh yeah. I get that it’s not your style, baby, but I’m about to have a really good time peeling it off of you.”

Eddie grinned and flopped on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows and wagged his eyebrows at Steve. Steve hurried to remove his own clothes and then crawled up on the bed.

“So this style really does it for you, baby?” Eddie purred. “I think I could be persuaded to wear it more often.” He cocked his head to the side. “At least on this trip.”

Steve yanked off the belt and undid the jeans, pulling out both shirts. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal. I get to dress you however I want for this trip and you have full reign in the bedroom. All under the guise of keeping you under the radar.”

“Sounds good, Stevie,” he said sitting up to allow Steve to remove his shirts. “I just have one caveat.”

“What’s that?” he asked absentmindedly, working to get Eddie’s pants off.

“That we take pictures of all the times we managed to fool people and post a montage on social media, as ‘back at you bitch’ to Nancy.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and looked Eddie dead in the eye. “God, I love you.” He ripped off the rest of Eddie’s clothes and kissed him deeply. “Hell yeah, babe. I love the way you think.”

And then he proceeded to ravish Eddie as planned.

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Part 6

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"𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?"

☆sʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ��ɪɢʜᴛ? ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs, sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ

☆Pairing-Bully girl bf!Suguru Geto x Bullied!Freader

☆CW- Suggestive, nsfw, cheating, language, s*x, sexual intentions, bullying, gang bullying, FREAKAY, revenge, !MDNI!

☆Viewer Discretion Advised☆

You had been a quiet girl in a campus filled with noise non stop, no one really knew you only about 2 people. Everyone had refered to you as 'the one in the library?' never more, but you had a second nickname. One nickname only one girl and her group can call you, 'Lonely virgin' is what she called you.

You knew her since middle school, she had tormented you for so long. It went from talking shit to name calling to picking on you, to even some physical bullying. You had been sick of her shit ever since day 1. But you never fought back, because she was the popular girl who everybody defended because her beauty.

About 1 year ago she had broken up with her ex and had started dating a new one his name was 'Suguru Geto' he was a teaser and never really cared about his girls bullying actions. He sits next to you in biology and you almost have him for all your periods.

☆10:27AM☆

It was your biology class, you had been randomly paired up with a partner. Your so partner had to be the one and only Geto...

"So what part do you want to do?" Your head looked up at him from the cardboard piece and stared at him, "Uh anything is fine to be honest" You say, your voice had a soft tone to it and he liked that. "Then you wouldn't mind doing all of it huh?" He jokes before apologizing while laughing. "Kidding, so how do wanna do this?" He says looking into your eyes.

After some time you both made an agreement that you will both do 50 and 50, he had joked with you and you enjoyed it and laughed. During the whole period you both had seemed like you were 'friends' and started to sometime slack off from all the laughing. At the end of the period, Geto had gone fond of you. He liked how you were soft about everything, liked your vanilla scent, how you explain things so softly and easily to him, and loved how easy going you were. but oh how he loved how your skin looked so plush and how your body looked.

☆4:36PM☆

Eventually, and sadly, his gf had found out and she was pissed. At the end of the day, and after your studying in the library. You had walked out of the school and had been confronted by you guessed who...her.. you had sighed and was annoyed but anxious.

As she had thrown a slap across your face, had forcefully took your chin and made you look at her. "Come close to him again and try to do that shit..I will fucking beat you up." She had said before letting your chin go and spitting on you.

You hadn't reacted, you were actually used to this. It has been 8 years already, what's new? After some time you had walked home and had went to studying before going to sleep.

☆9:47AM☆

Once getting to your first period class, biology, you noticed Geto staring at you before wiggling his eyebrows as a rememberence of yesterday, you let out a scoff and a laugh before sitting down. Geto stared at your legs and your face, damn you were just so beautiful..

After a little you had gotten back to Geto talking about the project to him, he had been staring at you with a smirk and a smile admiring you while you spoke, he didn't even pay attention to what you were saying.

"I don't think we can finish this in this period.." You had said a bit worried before being interrupted, "How bout you come over after school and we can finish this at my place?" He suggested fastly.

You were caught by surprised by his offer before thinking about it then nodding. "Uhm..Sure?" After agreeing you spent the period talking and working. At the end of the period he had given you his number and smirking before walking out of the classroom smiling at you.

☆5:27PM☆

You had been getting ready to go to Geto's place to finish that unfinished project you had been working on. While putting your jacket on you heard a notification pop up on your phone, it was Geto.

Geto Hey wanna come over now? I bought some drinks and food lol

You smiled at the text before sighing and grabbing yourself and heading to his dorm.

☆6:18PM☆

You had finally arrived at his dorm, before taking a breath and knocking on his dorm door. He had opened the door and leaned on the door frame. "Your here! Come in dont be so shy" He teased before letting you in. His eye traced over your hips moving while walking, and had groaned quietly before taking a breath and following behind you.

"So where do we leave off?" He said looking at you before your legs, you had shown up in something comfortable. You looked at him before saying "Here I think.." You pointed a text before looking at him. "Ah good memory, atta girl" He said before looking over the project.

☆6:54PM☆

After sometime of working on the project he had interrupted you offering you some food. "Hey if your hungry eat this.." He said passing you a plate of food, he was quiet observing you while you working. You nodded at him and smiled, before saying something "Do you have any ranch?" You asked him with a soft voice.

"Oh yeah its in that cabinet, you can grab it from there.." He says while chewing, you had gotten up and opened his cabinet and saw the ranch on the top shelf, you sighed before reaching up and trying to get it.

While you were doing this, Geto looked up and saw you. He had admired your figure and couldn't help but look at your hips and ass. He felt his pants start to get tight, he decided to help you.

As he makes his way to you, he felt himself getting harder and harder. He gulped before acting everything was okay, "Here let me help" He was right behind you and pressed himself into your back helping you. He had prayed that you couldn't feel his boner and grabbed the ranch from the shelf.

Meanwhile...You did..your face became hot and became nervous. After he handed yo the ranch, you couldn't help but stare up at him faced was hot and ears were even tinted. Your eyes had made its way down to his boner..He noticed and got embarrassed and had a flushed face.

"Ah sorry...This is uhm..uh-" He had stuttered in embarrassment before feeling a pair of lips on his. He melted and kissed back rougher, his hands made its way to your waist.

☆7:17PM☆

How did you end up like this, making out with your worst bullies boyfriend on the couch, while he has you on top of him..

You had made out a whimper before letting go of the kiss. He looked you up and down before smirking and making his way to your shirts edges. "Let's take these off hm?" he said looking at you as you nodded and letting out a small giggle.

He took off your top and unclipped your bra, as it slowly fell he felt himself grow harder and harder by the second. As you felt him grow a whimper came out, as your hips started to grind on him. Whimpers escaping your mouth as he groans.

He couldn't take it anymore, he fastly pulls off your pants before undoing his belt and his zipper. You saw how hard he was precum in his boxers. Meanwhile you had a puddle in your panties, as you moaned as things started to escalate.

"Please Geto...~" You moaned out. He smirked and looked at you "Please what baby.." He said still groaning through that damn cocky smirk. You couldn't, this was overstimulating you. "Fuck me! Just go and fuck me!" You had said loudly moaning.

Thats what he wanted to hear.

☆7:46PM☆

So here you are moaning loudly as you bounce on his cock. Getos groaning and smirking at you, room filled with skin slapping and moans with grunts. "Fuck yeah..Just like that..Atta girl.." He says smirking watching how his cock just disappears into your pussy.

"Oh fuck..f-fuck.." He grunts before slapping your ass, and giving hickeys all over your neck and collerbone. He takes his hand making its way to your clit rubbing it. You lost it...You moaned so loudly and whimpering, the way his dick hit your G-spot so much.. It was too much..

"Geto- oh my-fuck...so good.." you moaned out. You grabbed his shoulder and hardly grinded on him as a moan escaped his mouth "Holy fuck..Y/n fuck..." He throws his head back, he lost control.

He grabs your hips harshly "Wait Geto-" before you could even finish he starts to pound you onto him, bringing your hips up and down. "Fucking hell..You feel like heaven.." He says grunting and moaning. "Shi-sl-slow down!" He didnt listen to your cries he was so focused.

He fucked you so good, you started to see stars your eyes rolled back to your head...It was to much..

creek..

Geto was so focused he couldnt even hear the door open, but you..You did you stared at the figure in the doorway..You were dumb fucked your face fucked out as you whimper.

There she was...Her..Right infront of you and him as you were being dumb fucked..by her boyfriend..when you realize its her, you could see tears form her face, the suprised look...

Your face changed...You sheepishly smirked at her as you were still getting fucked stupid...By HER boyfriend.

Before even reacting your eyes rolled back and moaned loudly, as you and him both came..He filled you up so so so good as you came on him as you both moaned...

Before resting head on his shoulder and looking at the figure..Before sheepishly smirking and smiling at her. As the door closed and sobbing noises echoed. You both were fucked out, and tired as you both fell asleep in eachothers arms...

☆

☆A/N - Lowkey loosing my mind..This is my first post..I was tweaking out while making this lmfao -Anyway bye ily

[themainspoon]

The characters are Gijinka, and they appear to come from a pre-existing media property. It's not official curriculum as far as I can tell, and it definetly isn't aimed towards members of the JDF.

While the presentation is silly, this is probably a helpful resource for Japanese speakers learning English as a second language, because learning about cursing and insults is actually important. You need to be able to know when somebody is insulting you and you need to know how to insult people. Rudeness is a part of language, and being able to communicate your hatred or contempt for something is important.

Also important to note is the fact that being rude and swearing works extremely differently in Japanese to how it does in English. Japanese doesn't have wildly multipurpose curse words like "Fuck" and "Shit". And so the fact that you can use "fuck" in such a wide variety of ways is probably hard to get a grasp of at first. Think about it: "fuck you", "get fucked", "fuck that", "what the fuck", that's fucked up", "are you fucking kidding me", "I want to fuck you", etc.

Also of note is that swearing has its own gramatical rules. For example, while English only really has prefixes and affixes, there are rare cases in which English does contain infixes, with one of the main ones being "Expletive infixation", terms like: "un-fucking-believeable" and "abso-fucking-lutely" are examples of this. This is colloquial, but it's also a real recognised gramatical rule, and there's actually some linguistic debate about how exactly it works, but there are rules.

What types of words are swearwords also isn't universal across languages, in English we mostly get our swear words from the human body and bodily functions: Piss, Shit, Dick, Cunt, Fuck, etc. We also get some expletives from religion (terms like damn and hell), but those don't really carry the same weight in English as they probably used too. Compare this to Quebecois French and its Sacres, terms like Tabarnak, Hostie, and Sacrament. These words all originate in Catholicism, and they're considered to be more offensive than other French expletives.

Lastly, it's also important to know what you shouldn't say and why you shouldn't say it. Not all profanity is fun, we also have to cover the topic of slurs. If your English learning friend announces that they want to start listening to rap, than you're probably going to have to teach them about the n-word so that they know that they shouldn't use it, even though a lot of artists in the genre use it frequently. Because of how it gets used in AAVE, you really need to teach learners about that word, because they might just hear it a lot and think they understand it, and then they might try using it themselves. This is unlikely, becuase most learners look up words they don't know, but there's still a non-zero chance of that happening.

So in conclusion, being an asshole in your second language is an important skill, and you gotta learn it if you someday want to become fluent.

I remember seeing images back in the day from a Japanese English textbook focused soley on how swearing and profanity work in English. It spread around a little because it contained many pictures of anime girls telling eachother to fuck off and calling things shit, but in otherwise weirdly formal English. I wish I could find it, but when I look it up none of the books that come up are the one I'm thinking of.

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 14

I was going to save this episode for last in my Sunday watching like I normally do, but if I'm going to be mad at Pin, I need to get it out of the way, so let me get this point out of the way as well - - -

WHAT IS PIN EVEN SAYING?!

If she thinks marrying a horrible man is her karma for breaking Anin's heart, you know what actually fix that? NOT MARRYING THAT MAN! Pin gives her reasons: she can't embarrass the family and taint their reputation, but like . . . SHE NEVER HAD TO MAKE THIS DECISION IN THIS FIRST PLACE! Anin doesn't give two fucks about anybody but her, and Pin is thinking about everyone else. She is saying she must now live in hell because she did make this decision, but she isn't the only one in hell because she damned both her and Anin to this sentence. Just because I understand her whys doesn't mean I have to like, and I. Don't. Like. It!

And to make me more upset is Pin being pressed about every girl who has been SUPPORTING Anin even though Anin has been a loyal Blue Beauty to Pin SINCE DAY ONE as if Pin ISN'T GETTING MARRIED IN A WEEK! My babygirl is too beautiful and too perfect to be dealing with this.

And that's why Penelope has no color!

I pray that I see Anin in pink by the end of this story, but right now, I'm proud of her for maintaining her color throughout all of this.

AND HER PETTINESS!

Because, in this house, I respect the petty!

Anin understands the importance of a queer community and my beautiful and perfect babygirl is helping her in her time of need just like Anin has helped her.

Yet Penelope is over there just looking miserable and colorless. Once again, I understand her, but what does she want Anin to do? Help her plan her wedding? Redecorate her bedroom, so her future husband will be comfortable in it?! I WANT ANSWERS, PENELOPE!

Of course this cabrón sucks. We've done been knowing that.

Anin ran IN HEELS to get that man, and if a woman is running in heels, you know that shit is serious. GET HIS ASS, POSH SPICE!

Anan sits at the table with To Sir, With Love's Yang as the best brother to ever exist in a QL because, unlike Anon, he does not trust Kuea because his ass IS NEVER AT WORK, which has been pointed out several times.

And he trusts what my girl Prik is saying about this very important matter because Prik has proven to be elite in getting information! Prik isn't a simple gossip. She is a chismosa and that takes skills.

This motherf*cker.

Not even seeing Pin in her and Anin's colors is making me happy right now. Anin's mom is in red, and the sight of Patricia is pissing me off that I'm seeing more red, so let's get back to murdering Kuea.

And this is what I mean by skills! Prik understands how to treat herself and how to make small talk! She doesn't look suspicious like rich chick Anin. No! She easily got the information and a snack by merely asking where that hot guy was today.

And even though Anin said "Yes, ma'am" slightly irritated when Prik told her to move, Anin better appreciate that without Prik's excellent talent, she wouldn't have known any of this. Prik didn't even have a car! She was just walking around and getting the chisme. The royals could NEVER!

THIS MOTHERF*CKER!

Girl, no! Just like Penelope, I get her reasoning, but this man done lied to you a million times. Your baby deserves better!

PATRICIA! I HATE YOU!

And now I am back where I started. Penelope believes Anin but will stay with Kuea because . . . reasons.

Anin is probably trying to figure out why she loves this pendeja so damn much. Girl, why we love the people we love just doesn't make sense sometimes. This is one of those times.

My Mexican grandmother is coming out in me because all I keep thinking is Penelope better be drinking lots of water if she wants to keep crying all these tears.

Prik telling Penelope that Anin left with Aon, then telling Penelope to smile shouldn't come across as Prik being loyal to Anin, but if I was Prik, I would get my digs in where I could too. I'm not romanticizing being poor, but that big bed in that big house ain't worth it, girl. Anin wanted YOU!

And now this is where my feelings get hurt by the colors, and I start singing Adele.

"WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALL, ROLLING IN THE DEEP!"

"NEVER MIND, I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU! I WISH NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR YOU!"

THIS MOTHERFUCKER!

Anan, get up right now and smack your bother. My beautiful and perfect babygirl is right next to him and she will help you. Start a fight, so the wedding gets postponed.

I FUCKING HATE THIS!

Whew! That was an amazing hour of television. Blessed to be alive the same time this is airing.

[bosinclairsgff]

Hi! Can I request slashers (mainly the sinclair brothers) possibly laying their hands on reader during an argument and maybe somehow the reader passes out after accidentally hitting their head or something? (Maybe make it extra angsty with blood + reader not waking up to their calls hehe)

What would their reaction be? Both during the accident and how they’d react seeing reader passed out. Angst with fluff in the end please ❤️ (reader can be gn. Tysm!!)

You sicko (I love it) sorry it took my so long writers block has actually been the bane of my existence :(

Also pretty sure I know nothing about how a real concussion works oops. Also I didn’t want them to be the exact same so Vincent’s is a lil different. Hope you still like it!

Warnings: abusive relationship, reader being hurt, cussing and fighting

Includes: Vincent Sinclair and Bo Sinclair

“Where the hell have you been?” You hear Bo yell as soon as you step through the door. It was late around 10:00 and you left at 5. “I’m sorry I went on a walk then ran into Lester and I hung out with him for a few hours. It’s not that big of a deal.” You say trying to calm the situation down. “Lester? You’ve been with Lester this whole goddamn time.” He spits out through gritted teeth. “You know you don’t leave Ambrose unless I say you can. What the fuck is wrong with you.” He says making his way towards you. “Please Bo it’s late I don’t want to fight with you.” That almost seems to piss him off more. Immediately he has a tight grip on your hair. You yelp in pain. “Oh cut the shit y/n. I let you out of that fuckin basement and welcomed you into my home. This is how you treat me? By fuckin around with my own brother?” He screams in your face. You grip his hand trying to get him to ease the grip. “Please Bo I’m sorry! I was just driving around back roads with him! I needed a break from this town!” You cry out. “Do you think I’m fuckin stupid? Huh! You filthy slut!” He yells dropping his grip on your hair letting you hit the ground. Before you can get up he kicks you harshly. You cry out in pain. “Bo! Stop please!” You scream. He lifts you up with ease just to hit you across the face and push you down harshly. As you fall you hit your head on the table near by immediately passing out. “Get the fuck up y/n. I’m not playing into your helpless victim act.” Bo says harshly. Only, you don’t move. “I said get up.” He yells as loud as he can. Again, not a single movement or word from you. You were facing down. He bends over and rolls you over seeing a slight gash on your forehead bleeding pretty badly. His blood runs cold. “Y/n? Come on wake up baby.” He shakes you lightly. When you once again don’t move he starts to panic. Bo picks you up laying you down in the couch. Then running to the kitchen to kind the sewing kit. “Why did you make me do this y/n. Fuckin bitch. All you had to do was listen to me.” He says under his breath. Pulling out a needle and threading it he slowly starts to sew shut the gash. You slightly stir in your sleep. “There we go.” He coos softly. “Knew the bitch wasn’t that easy to kill.” Bo scoffs. Once he’s done sewing you up he pours alcohol over it. Sending a jolt of pain through your body, you whence and start to wake up. He taps your cheek softly. “Wake up.” He says as he stands up walking back to the kitchen putting away everything. By the time he comes back you’ve started to wake up. “B…Bo?” You question. “Yeah? I’m right here.” He sits on the couch lifting you up then laying your head in his lap. He had a beer in his hand. “My head..it really hurts.” You lift a hand to touch your forehead but he grabs it before you can. “I wouldn’t. You don’t want it to get infected.” Bo scoffs. “That’s what happens when you don’t listen to me. Got it? Thought you knew this by now.” He sips his beer. Tears swell up in your eyes. “I’m sorry I just wanted to ride with Lester.” You cry softly. His gaze softens. “You need to ask me before you do some shit like that baby. Look I was worried about you that’s all. So don’t ever think of pulling some shit like that again or I’ll beat the ever loving fuck outta you and you’ll sleep chained up in the basement. Got it?” He looked down at you. “Yes Bo.” You say tiredly. You guys stay silent for a moment before he sighs. “You really fuckin scared me. Thought you were…I don’t know, fuckin dead. You probably have a concussion or sum shit like that.” He sips his beer. “Come here.” Bo opens his arms so you can sit on his lap. You do so. Leaning your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. Kissing the top of your head softly. “You’ll be okay.” He whispers.

Vincent saw you talking to one of the new victims of Ambrose. Only, you were a little too kind in his opinion. Laughing at his jokes, keeping eye contact. He didn’t like it at all. So when he caught the poor guy he made sure his death was slow and painful. Vincent avoided you for the rest of the day. Ignoring you when you tired to talk to him. He didn’t even come up for dinner with you and Bo. You didn’t fully understand why he was so mad at you. So you brought him a plate of food down to his workshop. “Vincent” you call out softly. Not a sound. He doesn’t exactly speak much or really ever but he’ll make a sound to let you know he heard you. “Vincent please eat something.” You call out. He comes out of the corner he was sitting in. You sigh feeling better. “Here I made spaghetti and meatballs. You love this meal.” You smile softly. He makes a sound that almost sounds like a scoff. “What is the matter? You’ve been avoiding me all day? What did I do?” You cry out. He looks at the man he just brutally murdered in the chair getting wax sprayed all over his body. “Him? Oh my god. Because I laughed at his stupid jokes? I thought he was an absolute idiot that’s why I was laughing! You really think I could like someone like him? Grow the fuck up Vincent.” You turn to leave but he grabs your arm harshly. Looking at him with fear he tightness the grip. “Let go..right now Vincent let go.” You say with a shaky breath. He doesn’t let go. You try to pull away. It instantly angers him. Slapping you harshly across the face. Making you fall to the ground. “Vincent!” You cry out. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You scream. That makes it worse. Vincent kicks you with all his strength making you loose your breath. When he see you gasping for air he immediately regrets hitting you. He kneels down and holds you in his arms. You’re coughing and gagging. Vincent pats your back trying to do anything to help. Eventually you stop coughing and start to breath normally. You have blood dripping from your mouth from when he hit you harshly. He wipes it away and whines what you assume was his way of saying I’m sorry. You sit up and open your arms letting him fall into you. Running your fingers through his hair you tell him it’s okay and you aren’t mad at him.

[venomous-qwille]

Dear 5+ asks I have had since last saturday which I wont be answering individually cause I don't want to put a target on your back:

Don't send me messages asking about GITM updates without reading my bajillion posts/ANs on the subject.

'not trying to be rude' - well you are being rude, actually, friend. receiving these messages doesnt make me feel good. In fact, it makes me feel very bad. If you spent half the effort it takes to write an ask actually reading the information I have already given people, rather than demanding a personalised answer, then we would all be a lot happier.

Another reminder, a bit louder for people in the back:

My chapters are now 12-15k words each for gitm, because of this I am now following a 3 weekly update schedule. I work full time and write for hours every evening. If that is not good enough for you, you can kindly fuck off.

peace & love, and all that

[mxtxfanatic]

Just for the record, I actually don’t hate any mdzs character. Mxtx’s stories are so well-crafted that I love the roles that every character plays. I love the chills and digust that Jin Guangyao inspires in me. I loved the hatred that Xue Yang causes to flare up in me when I reread the Yi City arc. I love the amusement I get every time Jiang Cheng lives up to his failed-hero role, doubly so when I remember that he is also a failed-villain because Xue Yang is actually the better version of him lmao. I love dissecting Nie Mingjue’s hypocrisy in what it means when Wei Wuxian thinks of him as an “upholder of morality.” I love the pity that I feel for Lan Xichen such that I struggle to commit to how I view him just like how he struggles with how to view those he loves. And the complexity and diversity of each character’s life experiences and autonomous choices is the icing on the cake that makes fans’ (me included) obsessions over them wholly understandable.

What I hate is feeling coerced into liking a character how fandom wants me to like them, especially if the “evidence” supporting liking said character is just popular fanon that the fandom has taken as gospel truth. The more I feel pressured into ignoring a character’s canon personality to adopt a fanfic version of them whose only similarity is that they share a name, the harsher I want to be with my critique of them. Don’t give me morally righteous!Nie Mingjue who totally would’ve defended the Wen and I won’t give you hypocrite!Nie Mingjue who deserved to be cut into pieces, just not by the person who did it. Don’t give me best brother, best jiujiu!Jiang Cheng and I won’t give you pathetic manbaby!Jiang Cheng who deserved to have Wei Wuxian’s golden core removed from him the hard way for his ungratefulness and for his sister to come back to life to bitch slap him for how he treats her son. Don’t give me best bro wangxian shipper!Lan Xichen and I won’t give you morally weak!Lan Xichen who deserved every bit of the psychological torture Nie Huaisang put him through for his inability to truly stand by any of his brothers, biological or sworn.

Don’t give me some “everyone is secretly good with no flaws” bullshit and I won’t feel the need to balance it out by listing every single one of their sins and nailing it to the door like Martin Luther. I like these characters. Don’t turn me into a hater, cause if you think I’m mean now? Lol

[bruciemilf]

"Comic books are the authentic form of canon and you should stay faithful to them," okay but like you realize that's limiting!! You realize that official content is put in front of you to be analyzed and criticized and adapted in your individual form of enjoyment, otherwise its just fucking boring, right? You realize it's extremely rare for official content to be enjoyable when it's written by someone who doesn't understand a character because they like them, but because they have to appeal to popular trends and what sells best, right? You realize you don't possess some superior leverage over others just because you stick to that only, right? Right?

[serpentface]

Do you conlang? I was wondering if you had naming languages (or possibly even more developed ones) for pulling the words you use. I tried to search your blog but didn't find anything, wouldn't be surprised if the feature is just busted tho. Your worldbuilding is wonderful and I particularly enjoy the anthropological and linguistic elements.

Ok the thing is I had kind of decided I was not going to do any conlanging because I don't feel like I'm equipped to do a good job of it, like was fully like "I'm just going to do JUST enough that it doesn't fail an immediate sniff test and is more thoughtful than just keysmashing and putting in vowels". And then have kinda been conlanging anyway (though not to a very deep and serious extent. I maybe have like....an above average comprehension of how language construction works via willingness to research, but that's not saying much, also I can never remember the meanings of most linguistic terms like 'frictives' or etc off the top of my head. I'm just kinda raw dogging it with a vague conceptualization of what these things mean)

I do at least have a naming language for Wardi (and more basic rules for other established languages) but the rudimentary forms of it were devised with methods much shakier and less linguistically viable than even the most basic naming language schemes, and I only went back over it LONG after I had already made a bunch of words so there's some inconsistencies with consonant presence and usage. (This can at least be justified because it IS a language that would have a lot of loanwords and would be heavily influenced by other language groups- Burri being by far the most significant, Highland-Finnic and Yuroma-Lowlands also being large contributors)

The 'method' I used was:

-Skip basic construction elements and fully move into devising necessary name words, with at least a Vibe of what consonants are going to be common and how pronunciation works -Identify some roots out of the established words and their meanings. Establish an ongoing glossary of known roots/words. -Construct new words based in root words, or as obvious extensions/variants of established words. -Get really involved in how the literal meanings of some words might not translate properly to english, mostly use this to produce a glossary of in-universe slang. -Realize that I probably should have at least some very basic internal consistency at this point. -Google search tutorials on writing a naming language. -Reverse engineer a naming language out of established words, and ascribe all remaining inconsistencies to being loanwords or just the mysteries of life or whatever.

I do at least have some strongly established pronunciation rules and a sense of broad regional dialect/accents.

-'ai' words are almost always pronounced with a long 'aye' sound.

-There is no 'Z' or 'X' sound, a Wardi speaker pronouncing 'zebra' would go for 'tsee-brah', and would attempt 'xylophone' as 'ssye-lohp-hon'

-'V' sounds are nearly absent and occur only in loanwords, and tend to be pronounced with a 'W' sound. 'Virsum' is a Highland word (pronounced 'veer-soom') denoting ancestry, a Wardi speaker would go 'weer-sum'.

-'Ch' spellings almost always imply a soft 'chuh' sound when appearing after an E, I, or O (pelatoche= pel-ah-toh-chey), but a hard 'kh' sound after an A or U (odomache= oh-doh-mah-khe). When at the start of a word, it's usually a soft 'ch' unless followed by an 'i' sound (chin (dog) is pronounced with a hard K 'khiin', cholem (salt) is pronounced with a soft Ch 'cho-lehm')

-Western Wardin has strong Burri cultural and linguistic influence, and a distinct accent- one of the most pronounced differences is use of the ñ sound in 'nn' words. The western city of Ephennos is pronounced 'ey-fey-nyos' by most residents, the southeastern city of Erubinnos is pronounced 'eh-roo-been-nos' by most residents. Palo's surname 'Apolynnon' is pronounced 'A-puh-lee-nyon' in the Burri and western Wardi dialects (which is the 'proper' pronunciation, given that it's a Kos name), but will generally be spoken as 'Ah-poh-leen-non' in the south and east.

-R's are rolled in Highland-Finnic words. Rolling R's is common in far northern rural Wardi dialects but no others. Most urban Wardi speakers consider rolling R's sort of a hick thing, and often think it sounds stupid or at least uneducated. (Brakul's name should be pronounced with a brief rolled 'r', short 'ah' and long 'uul', but is generally being pronounced by his south-southeastern compatriots with a long unrolled 'Brah' sound).

Anyway not really a sturdy construction that will hold up to the scrutiny of someone well equipped for linguistics but not pure bullshit either.

[butwhatifidothis]

Still baffled that Hopes so blatantly wrote Claude as the typical Evil Vaguely Middle Eastern Man set on destroying the Good White Nation for his Evil Vaguely Middle Eastern Nation that is often seen in fantasy settings - complete with him being seen as worse than a white woman who does many of the same evil deeds he does in-verse, even by his friends (should it be the bad ending route of SB) - and so many in the fandom were so eager to gobble that shit up. INSIST that "Clearly A Racist Stereotype" is LEAGUES better than "Subversion Of A Racist Stereotype" even. Like I don't think I'll ever get over how supremely fucked that is

[camgoloud]

he still has his tonsils. by the way if you even care

[timeisacephalopod]

The type of Christian who asks atheists how they don't like, murder people on the reg are so funny to me because they seem to think their religion makes them the Peak of Morality when statements like "if you don't believe in God how comes you don't do X thing" all but outright state they have no idea why shit like murder and rape is bad except that God doesn't like it lmao. Like way to admit you have no intrinsic sense of morality and need to be afraid of a higher power to be a decent person, but I promise if you're not a piece of shit it's actually very natural not to want to do heinous evil shit all the time potential punishment from a higher power or not 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

[carcarrot]

having another one of my job-related crises

[megumi-fm]

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[monstermoviedean]

at the end of my fucking rope with "conversations" about k12 chronic absenteeism.