#can i cash it in immediately if you dont mind

[inlovewithladies]

Baby fever

milf!abby anderson x reader content warning: age gap (mid 30s x early 20s), abby has a daughter. breeding/pregnancy kink, bottom!abby coz im sick, abby is probably out of character i kinda dont gaf, kinda slow

You're a junior at the university of washington, a student of biochemistry- busy, stressed, lonely. but all this changed when you began babysitting for Abby anderson. 'its just extra cash' you try to tell yourself. of course, abby didnt make it easy, hair like honey, sun tanned skin, the way her muscles flexed casually when she picked up groceries or carried her daughter was enough to give you thoughts you tried (and failed) to stifle under logic.

Abby's in her mid 30's, single mother (divorced ages ago), effortlessly warm yet stern when she needs to be. Her daughter absolutely adores you, clinging to your leg sometimes begging you to stay the night. Abby always backs her up. 'Theres always the guest room, i dont want you driving this late' In what world could you refuse?

Your crush grew fast as hell. Some nights, youd hear her feet padding softly on the wooden floors, her silhouette ghosting past your door, always in either a silk slip or bathrobe. Most nights you lie awake, wondering what would happen if you somehow gathered the courage to kiss her.

One night, all your fantasising comes to fruition. You pad down the dim hallway, bare feet silent on the wood. its probably no earlier than one in the morning. your still buzzing from how pretty abby looked when she got home, hair slightly tousled in its braid, cheeks flushed, wearing a button up that clung to her taut muscles. she was so intimidatingly beautiful, so kind too. there was no way in hell she didnt know what she was doing to you.

'shes probably sleeping, she wont mind' you think, slipping out of the guest room and rounding into the kitchen for some water. but when you turn the corner, you stop in your tracks.

Abby's there, standing near the marble table of the kitchen island in a loose dark green nightgown that clings to all the right places. her hair falls in damp, messy waves like she'd just come out of the shower. one strap of her gown slips off her broad shoulder, exposing a full stretch of her freckled skin.

a half empty glass of wine rests lazily in her hand while the other braces on the counter to keep her upright. when she spots you, a slow, sly grin spreads across her face "Well hello, stranger" her voice is low, raspy, heavy with wine and something more intimate. "couldnt sleep either?" you didnt reply immediately, your gaze flickers to the way the nightgown whispers against the skin of her hips, the ring of her nipples barely visible beneath the sheer green lace at the hem, the long, strong expanse of her legs. then back to her face. you blink, heart hammering against your ribs "uh- yeah" you mutter, hesitantly stepping closer to the fridge. "just got thirsty" abby laughs softly, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip. "yeah, me too" she says under her breath

you try not to stare. Its fucking impossible. the nightgown rides high on her thighs, showing off the toned curves of her legs. No bra, nipples barely peeking through the think lace at the hem. The air feels heavy, heavier than it should. you can hear her steady breathing. after what seems like hours, abby rests her head in her hand and smiles at you, a slow, knowing smile. "your so good with her" she says, her voice soft. "i dont think you know how much it means to me, you being here, always so good to me and my baby" your not sure what to say, you swallow. "i- yeah, shes a good kid" you say quickly before finishing your glass of water. Abby pushes off the counter, setting her wine glass on the table with a soft clink, and steps toward you. Shes so close you can smell her now: pine shampoo, red wine and something muskier. her hand drifts to your jaw, thumb stroking along your cheekbone. she smiles slowly again, as if she can tell your struggling to breath. "you think i dont see the way you look at me?" her other hand trails to yours, guiding you to hold her by the waist. your eyes are basically stuck in a widened position, your jaw slack. you find your voice for only about a second to whisper something about getting her some water. instead abby just shakes her head, stepping closer so her chest grazed yours. "no," she whispered, your breath hitches "i dont want water" before you could even think about what was happening, she was kissing you. a little messy at first, fuelled by your inexperience and her wine soaked need. her fingers tangle in the front of your shirt, tugging you closer. she moans into the kiss as you kiss her back and your hands find their place on her butt, giving them a good squeeze. she shudders like it was the first real thing she'd felt in a long time. "on your left-" she chokes out, voice raspy "huh?" you ask, half drunk from her lips "drawer on your left, got something just for you..." your stomach flips and you reach to your left. underneath some kitchen towels lay a pristine strapon, your skin tone, realistic. "Abby.." you breath, feeling your underwear getting soaked at the sight. "put it on," she commands, her voice heavy with need and longing. "please." you tell her to get up onto the counter and prep herself, so abby happily sits on the marble counter, pulls her panties to the side and slips her pointer finger in and out of her sopping hole while you shed your own underwear and struggle to get the harness on. when you finally meet her at the counter, shes immediately kissing you again. "i want you to fill me up... make me yours" she whispers against your lips, licking away her own saliva. "yeah? you want me to fuck a baby into you right here?" abby whines and nods frantically. her legs open even wider to let you step in between them, revealing the shiny mess between her thighs, you had to stop yourself from drooling. "look at you," you chide, rubbing the head of your faux cock up and down her entrance. "so wet for me.. bet you were thinking about this all night" tears gather at abby's lashes and she whimpers. "stop teasing... just fuckin' fuck me already!" so you do, with a strong thrust, your buried in her sweet, syrupy warmth. she cries out, a strained, broken sound. you cover her mouth. "shh! dont wanna wake up millie do you?" you whisper-yell.

only when she nods do you start moving, eventually your hips are snapping against hers as she bites your shoulder to keep quiet. her hands are everywhere, your back, you waist, your ass. "harder.. baby i need it harder" she pants out. so you oblige, grabbing her hips and slamming into her so hard the cutlery draw is heard. "you want me to breed you, huh?" you tease, sweat gathering at your brow "wanna take my fuckin' kid?" abby sobs, nodding frantically "yes..!" she whimpers "i want it... i want it i want it i want it" "say it" "fucking breed me!," she sobs "fill me up- i wanna... i wanna have your babies-" she was cut off by her own moan. you felt her clench around the strap, so you maintained your pace. "thats it, baby.. gonna fill you up so good you wont think about anything else. with a final hard thrust, abby cums hard, her mouth wide in a silent scream in the crook of your neck. when you finally pull out shes practically dead weight. you rub her back as she murmurs, satisfied, drunk, sleeping things incoherently. you haul her up to her bedroom and set her down on the bed. last thing you hear before falling asleep beside her was "im keeping it.."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ salutations guys im lwk proud of this one but i also feel like im kinda bunz at smut so like if anyone has any ideas to write something thats not smut id love to hear it type shit also its 2 15 am GOODNIGHT

[lustfulslxt]

ok, hear me out. so reader decides to try out the red nail theory and shows them to matt, and he freaking adores them, but adores the marks they leave on his back even more����😏idk if you dont wanna thats completely fine, but i just got red nails for the holidays and all i can think about is scratching up matts back...

Say Thanks - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : smut, filthy matthew

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It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my nails done, and I so badly want to go get them done right now. However, bills exist and with my roommate moving out, everything’s been piled on top of me all at once. It’s stressful to say the least, but I just need to find my footing. It’s not that I can’t afford it, I just have a really bad spending habit, that I didn’t realize is an actual issue until a couple of weeks ago. I used to just work, pay my portion of the bills, save a bit of money, then blow the rest of it on whatever I wanted. Now, I just have to learn to budget.

Saying that, I’ve not really been going out of my way to splurge on things that make me feel good. I’ll get back to eventually, but unfortunately, I can’t afford to right now.

Despite knowing that I should focus on getting my money right, I can’t help but look into my spare cash, crossing my fingers in hopes that I have enough. Before I can even begin counting, my phone flashes and vibrates, indicating I have a new notification.

Matt sent you $100 for your nails❣️.

My eyes widen, a gasp leaving my mouth as I read the words displayed on the screen. Immediately, I’m facetiming Matt.

“Hey.” He answers, instantly, a knowing grin on his lips.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me mister. Why did you just send me money?” I question, glaring at him through the screen.

“Hmm. I’m pretty sure I said it’s for your nails.” He answers, then continues, “You can say you don’t need it all you want, but I know how bad you’ve been wanting to get them done. And if you haven’t, then you just can’t right now. Which is why I wanna do it for you.”

“Matt-“

He cuts me off, “Y/N, shut up and accept my offering. Come over after you get them done?”

“Fine.” I sigh, giving in.

“Great, I can’t wait to see them. Maybe then you can show me just how thankful you are.” He suggests, his lips wide with a smirk.

My jaw drops at his proposal, completely bewildered at his comment, the underlying meaning far from missed. I can’t help but bite my lip as I look away from the screen, my skin ultimately flushing.

“I already scheduled your appointment with Analysse. She’ll be there in fifteen. I expect to see you no later than an hour and a half.” He informs me.

“Yes sir.” I say, unable to prevent the smile that pulls itself to my lips. “Thanks, Matty.”

“Of course, doll. I’ll see you soon.”

With that, we hang up and I’m left to sit in my puddle of confusion and eagerness. Matt and I are only friends. There’s always times where we’re flirty and we’ve always been close, physical touch being our love language. However, his actions and statements today threw me for a loop. I’m sure I’m not misinterpreting it, he seemed very suggestive. Honestly, I don’t even mind that, I just don’t know if he’s only messing with me or if he’s serious. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?” Analysse greets me, unpacking her supplies.

“I’ve been good, just learning to adjust to new things. How have you been? I feel like it’s been ages since I last seen you.” I reply, sitting on the opposite side of the desk.

“I know! It’s been so long! I’ve been great though. Just living life and doing what I love.” She nods, a smile blossoming on her face.

“That’s amazing, I’m glad to hear.”

“Thank you. So, what are we thinking?” She asks me, all her supplies laid out in front of us.

“Probably just a simple red, maybe like medium length. Hm, not too long but long enough to leave marks.” I explain, smirking at the thought of digging my nails into Matt’s back.

“Ouu, okay.” She giggles, grabbing my hands to prep my nails. “So, are we talking about Matt? I mean, he is the one that reached out to me to book this appointment for you.”

I can’t help the warmth that rushes to my cheeks, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to get my nails done again. Life just hasn’t been working in my favor.” She nods in understandment, listening to me rant. “Let’s just say, he’s got me thinking about a lot.”

Her mouth opens, laughter pouring out of it, “Oh, I get you. We’ve all had one of those.”

We continue talking and sharing stories as she does my nails. The conversation goes from boys, to makeup, to careers, to food, and just about everything under the sun. Once she’s done, I pay and tip her, and bid her on her way.

Since I still have some time before I have to be over at Matt’s, I decide to take a shower to freshen up. Seeing as I really only had around an extra thirty minutes, I decide to make it quick. I swiftly wash up and rinse off, hurrying out to dry off and get dressed. After applying deodorant and lotion, I slip on my shoes and grab my phone and keys, then I’m out the door.

It only takes me eight minutes to get to Matt’s house, so when I arrive, I’m eagerly making my way inside. We’ve been friends for eons, hence why I have my own key. Upon walking in, I instantly make my way upstairs and head back to his room. As soon as I open his door, his attention is on me.

“You’re late.” He states, his voice stern.

“Only by four minutes.” I shrug, joining him on his bed.

“Four minutes is still late.” He points out, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Won’t happen again, I promise.” I grin, tossing my hands up in defense.

He doesn’t say anything, only smirks as he grabs my hands to observe the nails he paid for. He plays with my fingers, looking at each individual nail, as if inspecting to see if there were any flaws. They were perfect.

“I love them, they look good.” He tells me, his voice now husky.

I look from my hands to his face, his eyes already being on me. His hands never leave my own, his warm fingers brushing back and forth over mine. The intensity of his stare has me clenching my thighs together in need. I don’t knew where this is coming from, but I want him bad.

“They’d look even better wrapped around my cock.” He whispers, his voice deep and raspy, placing one of my hands on his lap.

Only then, did I notice the growing bulge beneath his pants. His cargos now restricting his hard on, keeping it caged in below the fabric. I could feel him pulsating through the clothing, his erection rock solid. My mouth opened and close, suddenly unable to find words to speak.

“Don’t you want to show me how grateful you are?” He taunts, his gaze unwavering.

“Did you have a favor in mind?” I ask, licking my lips as I attempt to swallow in hopes of lubricating my now dry throat.

“Mhm.” He hums, standing up from the bed. He stands directly in front of me, his hands slowly working his belt off. “I want your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

I could feel my underwear becoming more and more soaked, my arousal seeping out of my pussy, completely and utterly turned on. His hand reaches my chin, gripping my jaw as he pulls me up from the bed, before dropping me to my knees. His thumb rubs against my lips before forcing itself in my mouth. I suck on it, my mouth immediately salivating from this situation I find myself in. He removes his thumb, dragging it down my bottom lip, letting it bounce back up as he moves to remove his shirt. I watch in awe, his lean torso flexing with every movement. Next, he unbuttons his pants. Once he pulls them and his boxers down, his dick slaps up, bouncing off of his lower abdomen. I’ve never been this intimate with Matt, meaning I’ve never seen his dick before, and boy was it something.

“Like what you see, pretty girl?” He teases, his hand engulfing his shaft and jerking it a couple of times. “Get over here and make me feel good until I say you can stop.”

I can’t help but frantically nod, instinctively scooting closer to him, eager to take his member into my mouth. One of his hands goes around my head, entangling in my hair, while the other one takes his dick and slaps it onto my lips, leaving drops of his precum behind. My tongue immediately flicks over my lips, taking the traces of him into my mouth, leaving him to toss his head back as a groan leaves his throat.

“Open.” He states, his hand pulling my jaw down.

As soon as my lips are parted wide enough, he’s shoving his entire length down my throat, pulling a gag from me. From his rough thrusts, my mouth is producing enough saliva to coat his dick, strings of spit connecting him to me once he pulls out. He then sets his tip on my lips, nodding at me to get to work, so I do.

My tongue swirls around his head, licking over his slit, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair and involuntarily buck his hips, his dick prodding at my mouth from the movement. I wrap my lips around him once more, my tongue continuously twirling around him, before taking as much as I could of him into my mouth, using my hands on the rest of him that wouldn’t fit. Peering up at him through my eyelashes, I see his brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip held between his teeth.

“Fuck. You’re so pretty, doll.” He moans, running a hand across my cheek. “Sucking me so good, baby.”

I hum around his length, accepting his praise. Throaty moans continue to escape his mouth, encouraging me more as the desire in me burns hotter. I pull away from him completely, then take all of him in my mouth, deep throating him as much as I can without dying. His free hand wraps around my throat, making the feeling of his dick going down my throat all the more noticeable. He starts thrusting, matching my speed, his hips now sputtering as more lewd sounds come from his mouth.

He quickly pulls away, tugging me back by his grip on my hair. “Strip.”

I eagerly obliged, nerves building in my stomach, anticipating what’s to come. It didn’t take long for me to remove my outer clothing, leaving me in my bra and panties as his hungry eyes bore into me.

“Strip.” He repeats, his tone more demanding.

Without breaking eye contact, I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall down my arms before falling to the floor with other clothes. The cool air hit my nipples, the buds hardening in response. I watch as Matt’s eyes follow my every move, soaking in every gesture. My fingers slip in the waistband of my panties, slowly tugging them downwards as I continue shimmying out of them, kicking them off my feet. Matt’s hand is now around his cock, stroking it as he watches me, intently.

“My turn.” He whispers, pulling me against him, skin to skin.

His mouth meets mine in a hot kiss, excitement bubbling between us. He walks me a few steps backwards, pushing me back on his bed and climbing on top of me. Our lips lap one another’s, before he’s shoving his tongue in my mouth, exploring behind my lips. We move together in such a hot and steamy way, his hands touching every part of me as my hands lace through his hair. His mouth then moves down my jaw, dragging open mouth kisses across my skin, leaving a trail saliva in his wake. My breathing was heavy, small whimpers coming through as he sucks and nibbles my sweet spot.

His hands then intertwine with mine, bringing my fingertips to his lips, pressing soft kisses against them. “I can’t wait to see the damage you do with these.”

He starts kissing down my chest, keeping his hands interlocked with mine. His mouth nips and bites at my skin, goosebumps spreading over me. He takes my nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, his teeth grazing over it, causing a sharp gasp like moan to come from my mouth. He moves on to the next one, repeating the same action. My legs squeeze shut, attempting to relieve the tension that keeps building and building with every little thing.

“Matt, please.” I whisper, attempting to grind against him for friction, to which he only presses his hands onto my hips to hold me in place.

“Shh, baby.” He mutters against my skin, lowering himself to my navel, his tongue leaving a stripe of spit.

His mouth meets my thighs, going back and forth between the two, peppering wet kisses all over them. His half lidded eyes meet mine, a smirk making its way to his face as he blew air onto my center, causing me to thrash beneath him. Instantly, his tongue is between my folds, pulling a loud moan from me as my hands return to his hair, tugging ever so slightly. He licks up and down my core, sucking all of my juices along the way. His tongue prods at my entrance, poking in and out, before he goes back up and wraps his lips around my clit.

“F-fuck, feels so good, Matty.” I whimper, thrusting my hips up for more.

His hands press down on my hips again, his grip now tight, holding me in place. His mouth continues lapping me, his tongue flicking every which way, bringing me closer to the edge. One of his hands leave my waist, his fingers meeting my heat. He slides them up and down, lubricating them before pressing two of them into my entrance. A loud moan falls from my mouth, my body jerking as he begins fucking me with his fingers. His mouth focuses on my clit, sucking with his warm tongue continuously flicking over it. His fingers pumping in and out of me, my arousal evident from the sounds emitting from my core and my mouth.

“I’m so close.” I moan out, pushing down into him.

Unfortunately, he pulls away, completely removing himself from me, a whine of desperation coming from my lips. He hovers back over me, his mouth pressing onto mine, my juices traveling from his mouth to mine as he kisses me hard.

“We’re gonna cum together, princess.” He says, one of his hands holding himself up as his other one rubs his dick up and down my folds.

I can’t help the gentle shaking of my thighs, my hole clenching around nothing as my eyes beg him to fuck me. Without words, he grants my wishes, slowly sinking his cock into me. Low moans escape both of our mouths as he bottoms out, my eyes closing in pleasure as he tosses his head back one again. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to me.

“I just knew you’d feel so good, baby.” He groans, his thrusts slow, yet hard. “So wet and warm, and tight around my cock.”

His thrusts remain slow, but not too slow, as he continues digging into me, hitting exactly where I need him.

“Oh, Matt.” I moan out, my face contorting in pure bliss as I drag my hands down his back.

He lets out more groans, enjoying everything about this moment. Instantly, I could feel the knot forming in the pit of my stomach, close to snapping from the building pressure. He picks up his pace, increasing the strength of his thrusts. His hand meets my center once again, rubbing tight circles onto my clit, ripping another moan from me.

“You look like a dream.” He moans out, his eyes never leaving mine. “I can see your close, baby.”

Words stuck in my throat, I’m left nodding my head, nothing but incoherent sounds coming from my mouth as I dig my nails into his back. His lips slam onto mine, bringing me into a passionate kiss, swallowing every noise that emits from me. His tongue roams my mouth again, quickly and eagerly, as if he can’t get enough. As he pulls away, he drags my bottom lip out in between his teeth.

“Cum with me, doll.” He groans, his finger on my clit applying more pressure.

And just like that, the knot snapped, unraveling, and I was letting go all over him, eliciting pornographic moans from my mouth. He followed seconds after, his dick twitching inside of me as his load spurts out. He continues pumping, fucking both of us through our orgasms, pushing our cum deeper into me with every thrust. Stilling for just a moment, he then slowly pulls out and lies beside me, both of our breaths erratic from the exertion.

“If this is what I get as a thank you, I’ll gladly pay for your nails every single time.” He chuckles, grinning over at me.

I laugh, rolling my eyes at him, pushing him away. He smirks, before starting to put his clothes back on, so that he could start us a shower. As soon as I catch glimpse of his back, a gasp leaves my mouth, causing him to turn around with raised eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, expectantly.

“Your back is fucked.” I laugh, covering my mouth, grabbing his phone from the nightstand.

I motion for him to turn around so that I can take a picture. Once I do, he grabs his phone from me and smirks at the picture, pleased with the aftermath of our moment together. He does some typing on his phone before tossing it back down and leaving the room. I pick his phone back up and see that he made a new post on snapchat.

After clicking on it, my mouth dropped, “Matt!”

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a/n : here ya go! sorry for the delay, i’ve been lacking inspiration and motivation. i hope you enjoy it, and apologies if this isn’t what you had in mind. send in more reqs pls, love you 🫶���

[sombrashe]

coffee stains tlou tv show jesse

I need a jesse fic , where basically , the reader is a barista and jesse is like a gym rat (he works out alot) and there obviously dating , i dont know wherever or not you write smith but if you could that would be great ! (@beelee-cotton)

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), fluff, falling in love, modern au

note ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ this prompt was so cute because i used to be a barista and a gym rat lol / this is meant to be a modern au but i think it can be read as normal idk / i hope this is what you were looking for !!

the first time he noticed you was during a rush

he absentmindedly watched you and your coworkers. moving forward a few steps every few minutes. his eyes flick over to you as you pour steaming milk into a paper cup. he was new to the city, and finding a coffee shop to go to daily was a need. with a soft smile, he'll order something low-fat with no sugar, and his eyes will meet yours as you scan the crowd. probably getting a mental note of how many people are here. he steps off to the side and waits patiently for his drink. something warm against this Wyoming winter. when it's his turn, your smile and sweet face stop him momentarily before grabbing his drink. walking out, he attempts to shake you from his mind.

the first time he recognized you was at the gym.

here he was, ending his session with some cardio when the door swings open. his treadmill was angled perfectly to see whoever entered the building. looking up he nearly trips as you scan the room. walking around you enter the locker room. focusing forward he gets back into rhythm. he almost fools himself until you decide to choose the only open treadmill. damn at least they're not in front of me. that didn't help keep your soft scent from entering his nose. he should be smelling sweat, something pungent not you, so soft and sweet, inches from his left hand. focusing hard on his run he gets lost in the feeling of it all and ends up on that treadmill until it counts down to off. taking a moment to rest he notices some old man has taken your place next to him and he decides not to quell and disappears into the locker room.

the first time you saw him was when he first talked to you

he maintained strict small talk whenever you two had to interact. you're the only one able to cash him out? all he gives is a polite nod and maybe a good weather. hurrying out the door he goes about his day as normally as he can. every time he saw you at the gym was like trying to walk through quicksand. every time he thought he was safe there you were all tight pants and small frown as you focused on your reps. it takes a few weeks but after learning your routine (not in a creepy way he promises) he finally decides to finally bother you.

"Sorry to bother you, but I just had to come over here. You're stunning. I love your hair color, is it natural? Do you wanna grab dinner sometime?"

he gives you ample time to respond to any and every question he asks of you all the while he's internally shaking. when you give him that smile he knows he's in. you agree to dinner and he leaves you to get back into your routine. of course not before he adds his number to your phone <3

the first time your coworkers heard about him was three weeks after your first date

it took a while before you felt comfortable enough talking about the gym rat who swept you off your feet. when you finally opened your work bestie groan and rolled her eyes.

"Ugh, finally you tell me. I was wondering how long you were gonna act all secretive. Didn't know it had to do with a man though~. What's his name? Is he a regular 👀?"

you opened up immediately, spilling absolutely everything about him. smiling and giggling as you talk about the weeks spent texting him, going out to random spots around the small town, and especially about the way he complimented you every chance he got. he was something you weren't used to and out of fear you never said you two were dating. of course you never had to say anything. anyone who saw you two together they just knew. knew you two were meant for each other and that you meant the world to each other.

[writingoddess1125]

How did Alucare join the Sunset pirates? Since she’s a mamas boy lol.

Easy! He was running for his life-

<<< Old Men Series Masterlist

• He'd taken some time to 'Find Himself' as an adult and lay his own path in life-

• Aka Taking a time to Island Hop through some girls before returning back to his family-

• However he got- Stuck

Alucare sat with a few women wrapped around him in this cozy little bar, stoically smirking to himself as he drank from his mug. These island had been nothing but kind to him, plenty to drink, plenty to fuck and comfortable beds.

Sure it wasn't noble by any sorts, however he was young. Might as well get it out of his system now so that he didn't fuck up later.. At least its what he thought anyway.

"Well well, Isn't it the newest generation man whore himself" A sharp voice chimed, Alucare taking a peak behind him. His eyes ranking up the rather nice figure before him- Till reaching the scowling face of the blood red hair women, Sighing as he set his mug down.

"Ah, Vivian. I see you grew youre hair out" This earned him a sharp glare from the red head.

"Had nothing to do with you- That ship out there is yours right?" Vivian asked, Pointing out the main window on what was- Indeed his ship. He raised an eyebrow at this, But nodded non the less. A bit weirded out she could tell his ship from the others in the port.

"Aww, So sweet for Daddy to buy you a ship" Alucare took another sip of his drink, clearly ignoring that line of questioning.

"What do you want?"

"Passage, I need to go West. You're unfortunately the safest option I have" Vivian admitted, Alucare couldn't fault her thinking- She was a pretty girl and all.

"And why would I?"

As if prepared a bag of berries was thrown at his chest, Alucare barely able to keep it from sliding off him as he peaked inside and then the women in question.

"50,000 Berries (5k~ USD) I'm sure you don't want to run home telling your father what you took his money for?"

He looked at the Berries, counting them silently as if doing math. Before standing up with a sigh as he pocketed the cash, adjusting his hat as he waved her to follow her as he walked out of the bar.

"Hurry up before I change my mind-"

Fast to follow the two stepped out and began to walk the short distance to the pier.

"Why am I taking you to the west?" He finally asked, Vivian bristling.

"..I think I found a really.. Important Item I want for myself" She cryptically said, Making Alucare only huff to himself.

"Very telling.. Hope that gun of yours isn't just for show. I will drop you off at the first island in the west, then you're not my problem"

Vivian scoffed at this in disbelief. "Gentleman of the year, and Of course, Going to be the best shot in this world.. I don't get how you can sleep at night with such a nasty attitude"

"Next to the girls who kiss me and my co-" He was cut off by a hard smack to his arm making him snort a laugh as Vivian looked ready to strangle him.

"You know- You are quite the asshole at Time! I swear I dont know what half of those girls see in you. I mean It you are-"

Alucare placed his hand on her mouth silencing her, Now ready to blow her top before seeing his face- his face of course stoic as ever however sweat began to bead almost immediately on his skin. She pulled his hand away.

"What are you looking at-?" However it seemed it answered for her as a almost suffocating presence seemed to thicken the air. Making a chill go up her spine.

Alucare reached for his blades almost immediately. Vivian watching his gaze as a rather pretty looking women walking towards them whistling to herself as calm as ever, a gleam in her eye as she stepped towards them. She almost looked sweet with the two curls hanging down from either side of her face and the long chestnut ponytail that swam down her back, Till she saw the Justice coat over her shoulders. Vivian swallowing sharply.

"You said you had seen the ship right? And were very good with a gun right?"

Vivian looked to him nervously and nodded softly, Pulling her gun from her holster as the women approached the two of them.

"Well Look what we have there~ I heard whispers of others seeing a clone of the famed Hawkeye jumping around these islands but I didnt expect it to be true" Her voice all but purred, Her hand laying lazily on her hip.

"The children of two rather Legendary Pirates no less" She rather sarcastically jabbed, Alucare still having his blades ready- He didn't know her quality in battle, But if she was his age and already a Vice-Admiral.. This didn't seem in his favor.

"You're one to talk really, little miss Beckman" He chimed, Seeing how her jovial look hardened. Vivian's eyes quickly landing on the women in shock- Now starting to somewhat see the features of her fathers Vice-Captain.

"See you remember me well.. and Its Vice-Admiral Beckman to you"

"How can I forget, Easiest girl I ever met afterall"

Oh if looks could kill Alucare was sure he would be buried under hell, a pressure hitting him hard like he wanted to collapse coming from the clearly angry woman, however she seemed to take a breath and smile instead.

"Young and Naive, However those days on behind me.. I am here for work Afterall" She hummed sweetly, twirling a but of her coat tassels like a toy.

"Seems like you two would cause a lot of trouble in the future.. Not worth the headache in my opinion and I imagine the World government would agree. You know pulling the weeds before their roots really lock in." She said half-heartedly still messing with her uniform.

"Is that the excuse You're going to use to try and kill us?" Vivian hissed at her, Lyra clapping her hands together like a the sweetest cheerleader.

"Why Yes! That's exactly it"

Vivian and Alucare eyes widened at this, Realizing this woman was clearly fucking insane.

"What can I say?" She smiled, flicking back one of the curls on her shoulder.

"I was never really the forgiving type either"

And with that She pulled out the long sword on her hip.

The two pirates now fully braced as Vivian went to strike first as he gun came up ready to take aim- However like a wash the Vice-Admiral vanished before the red head could even look in her site. Vivians eyes as wide as saucers turned in enough time just to see a flutter of those brown curls next to her that almost wrapped around her neck and a soft voice whispered in her ear.

"Too Slow~"

Lyra sent the butt of her sword into Vivians stomach with so much force it drew a soft wheeze as the red head was flung into the brick buildings next to them crumbling to the ground with a few bricks rolling off the wall due to the force.

"Utterly Pitiful"

She chimed, before stepping back in perfect time of Alucare swinging his two short blades down at her, watching in almost boredom.

"Duel Wield? So played out" She chimed, Watching Alucare as he charged. However she side stepped them all, One hand even behind her as if to rub salt in the wound.

Alucare snarled, spinning into a heavy slash. Lyra barely shifted her weight, letting the attack pass before twisting his wrist, catching his blade with her own.

"Overcommitting, Makes you easy to predict" She sighed. Batting him off with ease as she came for his side, Alucare barely able to dodge them- Sliding hard by just the force alone.

""Sloppy guard. If you're going to drop your stance after every attack, you might as well lie down now and save yourself the pain."

Alucare beginning to feel his confidence waver tried to take his blades close to her she moved with speed he'd only seen with her father, before an elbow met his jaw so hard his teeth clicked together making him stagger before a swift kick knocked him back landing close to Vivian who was coming to.

Vivian scrambled up after the world stopped spinning and Aimed, Taking several shots at the Vice- Admiral. Easily peppering the shots with her sword and dodging the rest.

“Spray and pray? Tsk, tsk.” She scolded "You should at least aim when desperate."

With a sharp yank, he dislocated his shoulder. A strangled cry leaving him as Lyra made sure to twist as hard as possible, Most likely trying to rip the tendant, but stopped as another shot rang out and she barely jerked her head forward, before she stared at Vivian clearly about to take another shot.

Lyra still Holding Alucare by his dislocated arm pulled him infront of herself so their heads perfectly aligned and began to swing him side to side, Staring at Vivian intensely. The red head feeling her hands shake as she tried to time it, Her breath catching in her throat as her hand twitched on when to take the shot.

"If you're confident You'll take the shot, perfect kill of me or the death of your friend"

Vivian felt fear strike her and in those seconds she froze- Realizing she wasn't confident enough to not kill the dark haired teen.

Tsking she suddenly threw Alucare to the ground and rushed slamming a knee into shooters ribs, sending Vivian crashing to the ground. The red head barely able to take a breath as the taste of blood reached her lips. Lyra lazily kicking the guns far enough to make sure the red head would have to crawl to get it. Not even bothering to look behind her as she heard Alucare stand and the scrapping of his blade being picked up.

"Ah, now comes the rage swinging. All offense, no thought." She snared as Alucare charged once again with only one arm of any use, however was folded quickly by a blade sliding across his side. Alucare laying on the ground as he felt the warmth of his own blood stick to his body.

Lyra flicked off the blood from her sword, giving a lack luster sigh.

"Disappointing really, I Expected a far more interesting fight at least.. But I suppose I expected too much from some half cocked pirates living in their parents shadows"

Alucare and Vivian wincing at her words as they seemed to hurt worse then the beating she laid on them. Lyra holding her sword up like a mirror smoothing out any invisible imperfections on the curls of hair on her face and even checking her makeup.

"Oh well, least made it easy for me"

The two groaned in pain as they laid on the ground, other marines finally rushing all around them as Lyra crouched down to be at the fallen pirates level.

"Now, You're coming with me"

Lyra said in a sugary soft voice as she grabbed Alucare by his hair, before slamming his skull into the cobblestone so hard it cratered. Knocking him out cold and leaving his face a bloody mess. Before rolling up to standing again as she held her bloody prize.

She looked at Vivian almost thinking if she should kill her or not, tapping the tip of her sword on the ground in thought, still holding a now knocked out Alucare by his hair with a unforgiving grip.

"Run along.. This will be my only kindness I have for you given our.. Similar spawning points. However it wont come again, and those shattered ribs should be a good reminder of that"

Vivian held her side as she watched the women turn on her heel to leave, sheathing her sword as she dragging the man along behind her to her 'Ship'

"Oh and before I forget don't forget to tell 'Daddy Dearest' to not get killed anytime soon. His Bounty- Is Mine"

[twagoes]

my boyfriend rating hugs other men could give me | richie jerimovich x reader

-> want to note that this was written with a male reader in mind and there are words used to describe a man used when describing reader. if you don’t like that…obviously dont read it lmao

cws: age gap relationship (richie is likee 45 and readers age wasnt stated, but i imagine mid 20s), cursing, unserious jealousy and more unseriousness aggressive protectiveness. and yeah, that’s all i can think of rn….

“what are you filming me for?” richie’s gruff voice is loud and booming and he just sounds immediately fed up with whatever you have planned. but he only sounds like that. you know him well enough to know he doesn’t actually care that much about your phone being in his face. he’s gotten a lil used to you always coming up to him for new content for your tiktok account.

“can we film a tiktok?”

“another fucking tiktac, i don’t know what it up with your obsession with that app, but no-“

“i promise it’ll be really funny,” you pout, hugging his arm and he’s already sighing knowing he’s lost the debate. not that he even minds filming one, it’s just, he really doesn’t get it. is he entertaining or something? why are you coming up to him every other week with new content? do you have a lot of followers or something? regardless, then he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a sense of pride whenever you’d ask him to be in one of your videos — as if it’s the highest honor.

he, obviously, doesn’t know you two had recently gone viral and you were making some good cash off of that video.

so to milk the content as well as just wanting to see his genuine reaction, you drag him to the couch and force him to lay down. he gets cozy quickly, sighing and holding his arms open for you to lay in. you take your place by his side and show him your phone screen. it’s already recording.

“alright, say who you are-“

“why do i gotta do that? is this going to people we know? do your followers not already know me?” he asks, looking at you incredulously, “i’m your boyfriend slash fiance slash love of your life slash only man that you know, there’s an introduction. richie, by the way,”

you laugh at his tone and antics, knowing that this video was already going to be good.

“okay, so basically, we are gonna be rating different types of hugs,” he nods in understanding, leaning his head over yours as he stares at the phone that’s filming everything, “so it’s 10 is the worst hug, 1 is the best,”

“okay, sounds simple enough, let’s get it going,” he says, rolling his wrist, as if saying to speed up the process.

“the thing is: you’re rating hugs that other girls or guys would give me,”

that has him lifting his head off of yours and looking down at you, not watching your phone screen anymore.

“babe, what the fuck? no? what the fuck does that even mean?” his chicago accent is thick as he lays on all these questions for you, “why would you even be going around hugging other guys? this sounds stupid,”

“if it’s stupid, let’s just do it quickly then,” you persist, rubbing his scruff with your hand and forcing his face to look back at the camera, “richie, swear it’s only gonna take a couple seconds,”

“nah, you just wanna see me pissed off cause you like that shit,” he smirks, but he’s still seemingly not willing, “why do i have to do this again?”

“because you love me, c’mon, please,” you beg and he’s staring at you unimpressed for a couple of seconds before groaning, rolling his eyes, and making a whole dramatic show of how he doesn’t want to do this. all before cozying back up next to you and letting you put the filter on.

“i swear to god if there’s some dumb ass shit on here, i’m leaving,” he warns, but you don’t take it too seriously as you grin and reposition the camera to have the filter on him. “okay, fine, so one is the worst and ten is the best?”

“no, no, babe, it’s the other way around,” you correct him softly, watching the filter go through all the options above his head.

“wait, that doesn’t make fucking sense?” he says, face screwing up, “wouldn’t it make sense that one is the worst because, it being at the top is, like, top tier worst hug ever, like i’m killing a guy because of it,”

“richie, richie, look it’s already going,”

he grumbles before looking at the screen and squinting when he sees what it’s landed on, reading it slowly, “the fuck is a catcher hug?” he looks at you repeatedly, up and down as if he’s accusing you of something, “you let other guys catch you and hug you? this is what you let happen when i’m not around?”

you break out into laughter at how serious he’s taking it, shaking your head no and urging him to answer, but he’s still interrogating you, “no, no, like actually what the fuck is this? obviously that’s the worst,” you laugh again, knowing that there is arguably worse than that in the filter, “that shit is easily a ten, i don’t care. who the fuck else is gonna catch you besides me? oh right, no one!”

you nod along with him, tapping the slot of ten and waiting for the next one. he leans his head against yours, lips in a tight line as he waits.

“okay, this one is…self hug! okay, this one is good,”

“yeah, i like that one, don’t go hugging other people - you got yourself. put it at one, babe,” he says, kissing the top of your head with a smile. it was funny how quickly his mood changed, “okay, maybe this shit isn’t that bad.”

the filter goes again and you’re surprised to see the more tame options.

“classic hug is a classic hug, nothing’s wrong with it,” he muses, looking at the empty list and easily placing it at 2, “better if there’s no hugging like that self hugging shit, but whatever.”

he taps the slot and waits the next one.

“oh, shit, i like this game, side hug is a solid 3,” he laughs, very happy with how this is going, “but if they’re taller than me, they can suck my balls. no guy taller than me can be side hugging you, it’s basically cheating,”

“baby, no one else is taller than you,” you softly whisper earning a hum of approval from him.

“strangle hug? i like this one too, but it should be you strangling them so they, y’know-” he cuts his hand over his neck in a motion that makes you smack him for being so explicit, but he sees nothing wrong with it, “uh, yeah, that’s the best case scenario. that or i’m doing it for ‘em. i’m gonna put it at 4, just cause it’ll mean they di-“

“alright! richie, relax, next one, oh my god,”

“one armed hug? uhm, huh…i don’t like this one, it’s too comfortable, y’know? i always have my arm around you, it’s kinda like that. it’s weird if someone else does it to you,” he cringes at the idea of it and then taps his finger to seven, “yeah, no that shit is weird and i’m killing whoever does that shit to you,”

“richie, please, you’re not killing anyone,”

“uh, yeah, i’m killing the motherfucker that gives you a one arm hug. the fuck?”

you laugh and hug his waist, eagerly waiting for the next one. and finally, an interesting one came up.

“uh, what the fuck am i looking at, [name]?” his voice raises ever so slightly and he’s looking back and forth between you and the screen, “you hugging other guys — at the waist? what the actual fuck is this?” you laugh at his dramatic question, “no, nothing is funny, what the fuck? ew, why are they posed like that — making all that eye contact and shit. fuck, no, [name], that shit should be a twenty.”

“so, nine?”

“yeah, cause i got no other fucking choice,” he says, in a matter a fact voice.

the next one makes you burst out in laughter, “pick pocket hug? a pick pocket hug?!” he anunciates each word as if its his last, blinking repeatedly at you, “what the fuck, babe? no, that’s an eight! the drawings have their hands inside of each other’s assholes! look!”

“no, they don’t! it’s just, like, on the butt…?”

“oh, so you’re defending this?”

“shut up, i’m just saying, what you said is a little of an exaggeration,”

“no, it’s not, that’s basically butt sex — and you can’t have butt sex with anyone but me!”

”obviously, richie, but it’s just like hypothetically!”

“even hypothetically!” he stubbornly calls out, eyebrows raised in disbelief. ”let’s just get all this shit over and done with, please, i‘m growing gray hairs over this,”

“next is…cuddle…”

“you’re literally just cheating on me, you’re cheating on me,” he accuses you and you know he’s (half) joking and teasing, but with the look in his eyes and tone of his voice, anyone would think he was serious. which is why you’re laughing so hard, “you are fucking cuddling with another man, how the fuck do i make this a ten? this shit is terrible, that’s the worst ever, babe!” you’re still laughing and he’s shaking you back and forth, “where the fuck am i supposed to put that?”

with 5 and 6 being the only ones left, he has to settle for tapping 6 and cursing under his breath the entire time.

“no fucking way you’re ever cuddling with someone else, that’s a sacred thing, y’know? meant for people that are dating — wouldn’t even let you cuddle with cousin, shit is nasty.”

“i know, baby, i wouldn’t cuddle with anyone else but you anyway,” you kiss his cheek before looking back at your screen and waiting to see the last one.

“man, i fucking hate this game,” he groans, seeing he has to now put an eye to eye hug at number 5. “first of all, who the fuck is hugging eye to eye anyway?! second of all, why are you even doing all that?” he’s asking as if you’re actually doing this other people, “looking into their eyes and shit, fucking a little creepy, hello!”

“so you don’t mind it being a five?”

“fuck that shit, that shit is definitely a ten, but well, there’s nothing i can do about it now!” he looks flabbergasted at the whole “dilemma”, running a hand over his short hair, “fucking, what the hell, why are you hugging other guys like that, baby? really? why you gotta have-“

“i’m not actually doing any of this, richie,” you defend yourself, but your boyfriend just mocks your reply with ease, making you smack his chest.

“no, my man isn’t allowed to hug other people, so all of that shit is a hard ten. i’ve changed my mind,” he finalizes, now speaking to the camera. you’re satisfied with that ending, hitting the button to stop the recording and bringing your phone down to your eye level.

“thank you for entertaining me, richie,” you murmur against his skin, now watching over the video and smiling to yourself at the result, “you’re adorable,” you kiss his chest through his hoodie and he just squeezes you tighter.

“most annoying one you’ve asked me to film yet, can’t believe that’s even a thing,” he leans his cheek onto the top of your head and rests there comfortably while you both watch over the video, “hey, you’d never let another guy catch you in a hug, right?”

you laugh, looking up at him and playing with his short stubble, “never, baby, that’s why i got you,”

“damn straight,” he murmurs, leaning down and kissing you softly, “tell all your silly followers that we’re married while you’re at it,”

“they’re not the ones hugging me like that, richie,” you chuckle, but don’t miss a beat in making the caption something adjacent to what he had told you.

“so there’s other people hugging you like that, though?”

“no? oh my god, you’re giving me a headache,”

“and you’ve just broken my heart, so well, fuck both of us then.”

that night your tiktok blew up and a lot of people were commenting over how cute your guys’ relationship is and how entertaining richie is, as well as cutely, aggressively protective. you made it up to him by buying him dinner with the money you had made off of the video, to which he half-heartedly said, “if that shit gets us to eat dinner like this every week, doll, i’ll film all the tiktacs you want,” and he’s sealing that promise with a kiss.

-

“awww, old man richie still gets a lil jealous <333”

“literally the cutest couple ever, i was waiting for you to get him to hop on this trend!!”

“not the death threat over the one arm hug LMAOAO”

“richie does nooott play, swear to god i’ve heard rumors he always stay strapped im ltr deeaaadddd”

[spaceycat]

Hey pooks-

Mike content? yes sirrrey

Needy Mike who's surpisingly vocal in bed makes me soo <333

i think i've written something about this like.. the exact same wording here!! I'll write a fic this time instead of head canons, enjoy!

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☆˚₊ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ... ╰┈➤ 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 ⩇⩇:⩇⩇

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: dirty cash (money talks) by the adventures of stevie v (4:03)

✰ pairing: mike munroe x fem!reader

✰ cw: kinda angsty, smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f!recieving), aftercare, swearing, unprotected sex, choking, degrading kink

✰ word count: 1.3k+

✰ summary: mike returned home after a long day of work, finding his girlfriend sitting on the couch wearing just his shirt and panties. that suddenly made him NOT tired anymore. pls tell me yall get the mr president joke.... ✰ a/n: meow

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ mike ꩜

today at 5:49pm // mr president ❤️ "i'm working overtime tonight, don't wait up baby"

today at 6:01pm // mr president ❤️

"will you be home for dinner??" "no, but save a pate for me" "plate*" "alr, don't come home too late xx" "ily" "i love you too"

You'd sigh, placing down your phone. Mike has been picking up late night shifts for the past few weeks, you know why - he's just trying to save up some more money for the two of you but you can't say that you don't miss him. He's become distant, you know that. He comes home later and later each night and barely kisses you goodbye - it's dumb, you think it's dumb. It is dumb, but you just worry about him.

You cooked yourself dinner, something simplistic - something that you wouldn't worry over. You placed Mike's food in the fridge, leaving a note on the fridge door incase he came home after you went to sleep. You ate while watching some tacky tv show, it's embarassing to say you checked your phone every few minutes to see if he had texted you something, anything.

You washed up, moving to get changed into some new clothes, as you sifted through your closet - you found an oversized shirt of Mike's. You put it on, returning back downstairs to your spot to the couch. You leaned against your hand, your eyes feeling heavier as you felt yourself about to drift off into sleep when you heard the front door open.

You immediately shot up, looking up towards the door - seeing Mike walk in, placing his bag down. He stretched, letting out a sigh. He saw you on the couch, staring at him expectingly.

"Hey-- I hope I didn't keep you up.." He'd walk over to you, placing a hand under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. You shook your head, "Don't worry about it.. I was gonna go to sleep soon anyways." You looked up, gesturing with your head to the kitchen. "Dinner's in the fridge." "Thank you baby.." Mike placed a kiss to your forehead, moving into the kitchen. As your focused returned to the tv, you heard movements coming from the kitchen when Mike spoke up. "Where'd you find that shirt?" You looked towards the kitchen, "What?--" "That shirt, it's mine- is it not?" "Yeah.. I found it in the closet." "It look better on you anyways.." He'd move into the living room, sitting beside you with his food. You focused back to the tv show, a few minutes passed and you felt yourself getting sleepy once more - Mike finished his food, leaving the plate on the coffee table.

You stood up, "I'm gonna go to bed--" You'd move to walk off when Mike grabbed your wrist. "Hey-- baby.. wait." "Hm?-- what's up.." He then stood up, turning you to face him. "I.. I know that I've been working alot recently.. and I'm sorry-" "You dont have to apologise." "I am anyways." He'd place a hand to the side of your face, "I love you and you know that, right?" "Of course.." You'd place a hand overtop his, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Can I make it up to you?" "..What do you have in mind?"

He placed another kiss to your lips, and another before he picked you up bridal style. You let out a yelp, "Mike--" He'd only chuckle, walking the two of you towards the bedroom. He'd toss you onto the bed, crawling up ontop of you. "I'll make it up to you baby.. yeah?" You'd nod, "Yeah--"

He’d place a kiss to your lips, leading down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. He took a moment to pause and lift your shirt up - pulling it over your head with your help and tossing it aside.

He'd kiss down your body, moving your panties to the side - running his fingers through your slick folds. "Fuck-- it's like honey.." Before you could speak up, he silenced you placing a short kiss to your clit, moving to lick a stripe up from your slit to your clit earning a moan from you. You felt you practically leaking to your ass, "So sweet.."

He'd practically dive into your pussy, licking and kissing like a starving man. He looked up at you through hooded eyes, and you knew that he was enjoying watching you come apart from just his tongue. You carded your fingers into his hair, tugging at it lightly - earning a groan from him, the vibrations made a shiver drag down your spine. You felt that coil in your stomach tighten, moans becoming more frequent and shaky. He knew you were about to cum, sticking a few fingers into your tight cunt - pumping them right into the place that made you cum on his tongue and fingers, he continued to finger-fuck you through it. Eventually pulling back as he felt you pushing at his head from overstimulation. He eventually crawled back up your body, shedding off his shirt - locking lips with you again, you tasted yourself on his lips but you didn't care at all. That's when you felt him moving your hands to his belt, pulling back. "Be my guest.." A flustered smile was plastered on your face as you fumbled with his belt, your hands still shaking from your previous orgasm. "Here- baby, I'll do it." He'd place a kiss to your forehead, his hands moving expertly as he pulled his belt out of the loop holes of his jeans, you watched him with eager eyes as he pushed his jeans off his body with his boxers, watching his cock bob up and down after the action. Your mouth watered, "C'mere--" You'd pull him back ontop of you, running a hand through his hair - placing another kiss to his lips. You felt the tip of his leaking cock brush against your pussy, you let out a soft whine at that. "God-- you want it baby?" You'd nod, he'd slowly guide his cock into you, you instinctly tightened around him - earning a groan from him. "S-Sorry.." His hips started moving against yours, hearing the quiet slaps of his thighs against your ass as you moved your thighs open more - his cock digging deeper into you, if that was even possible. His hips started moving faster, until he was pounding into you - soft groans coming from his mouth. "Yeah-- you like that baby? All cock drunk.." He'd wrap a hand around your neck, not too tight but enough for you to feel hazy from it. "Mmm-" "F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum.. I want you to cum before me--" He'd move his hands between the two of you, hands moving fast against your clit as you felt that feeling coil within you again, cumming around him as you felt his thick hot cum pumping deep into you, you came down from your high - he'd pull his cock out of you slowly, watching his cum leak out of you with eager eyes. He'd drag his fingers through your worn out cunt - picking up some of the mixture of your and his cum. He'd place his fingers up to your lips. "Suck." You didn't need to be told twice, your mouth wrapped around his fingers - sucking his cum off of him, feeling the heady taste on your tongue.

Afterwards, he helped you into the shower, washing you off - letting you lean against him. Muttering soft praises into your ear. He'd help dry you off when getting out of the shower, putting some of his own clothes onto you. He helped you into bed, his arms instinctly wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I'll try and come home earlier now, okay baby?" "Okay--" You'd nod, "I love you.." "I love you too."

[drdemonprince]

ive seen you talk about FIRE/mr money moustache and i am interested in how you balance that with your politics. i ask because i am also interested in FIRE but struggle with the idea of saving 2mil+ to retire early when people need money NOW to survive. not just broadly but even loved ones and community members in my immediate vicinity. i dont mean this in an EXPLAIN YOURSELF sort of way, just so many of the FIRE etc people i find writing about it dont really address this aspect and its something i struggle with internally myself.

Sure, I don't mind speaking about this at all. I wish I more frequently had the occasion to because it's a major special interest of mine.

First, I'm not interested in the saving 2 million dollars (if that were even feasible) school of financial independence/ retire early. I'm more of an adherent to the r/LeanFire, r/BaristaFire type approach of maintaining a consistently very frugal standard of living that is sustainable for me, on a relatively smaller savings, and pursuing a life of relatively little consumption.

I also think that MMM, despite his many flaws, is broadly accurate in stating that when people continuing working all their lives, they also create more ecological devastation by consuming a whole of a hell lot more resources on convenience and burning more fuel, while chasing after a steadily rising living standard set by the norms of their profession. By taking myself out of the workforce sooner rather than later, I will be contributing less to climate change and waste because I'll need fewer convenience meals, fewer car rides, fewer flights, fewer hotel rooms, fewer fancy professional clothes, and so on and so on.

I also spend a lot of time on the Socially Conscious Mustachians group on Facebook, which focuses on investing one's savings in ways that are less ethically problematic. The easy mode version of this is simply putting one's money into index funds that exclude oil companies, gun manufacturers, etc. But honestly, today, with interest rates being as high as they are? It's pretty easy to just sock one's money into a CD or a bond, collect the cool 5.4% interest, and avoid having to contribute to the stock market directly at all. There are even high-yield savings accounts at credit unions that pay out about that much interest these days, and those entities typically do not invest in oil pipelines, BDS targets, or anything all that objectionable.

As for the hoading money while others are in need piece: Well. yeah. that's a difficult ethical challenge that we all must consider. how much can i hold onto for my own wellbeing in the spirit of "putting on one's oxygen mask first" without it being wealth hoarding? how much should i give to other people when i see that they are in need --someone could easily make the case that I have the moral obligation to give away what i have to my very last cent, and I couldn't really argue with them on that. maybe a person should do that. but i'm not going to do it. and of course the effective altruism freakos would counter that if i invest my money and grow it now, i will have more to give to others in the long run than if i cash out now.

realistically, i won't be able to continue working for much longer without having another health episode or worse. i will not qualify for disability benefits because high maskers who have had careers usually do not. and social security's coffers will be entirely drained long before i reach the age to qualify for it. if i enter my non-working years without any resources, someone else will have to worry about me staying housed and medicated and fed.

i tend to think of my retire early stash as my own little private disability benefits fund that will allow me to live safely and will hopefully allow me to take care of other people that i love as we age, and that will give me the freedom from having to do any morally compromising capitalist labor ever again, and only put my energies towards causes that either fulfill me or benefit others.

but it's still rooted in a highly individualistic capitalist system, this holding onto money under my own name and investing it thing. im sure a lot of people would choose instead to sock all of their money into some kind of cooperatively owned communist farm or something, and you know, some day down the line i would love to put money toward a big multi unit building that lots of people i am in community with could live in, with no financial obligations for them. but i dont have anywhere near that kind of scratch. as hannibal buress (that landlord piece of shit) said, "i don't have fuck you money, i have strongly worded email money." and you know, being able to write a strongly worded email to people who would otherwise be exploiting me into another huge burnout does feel good.

thinking that one day i might not work anymore is one of the only things that keeps me going. i am always on the razor's edge of not functioning, i dont think people really realize that, how could they, the mask is there to prevent them seeing it. im beyond privileged to even get to CONSIDER the dream of getting by on my savings for however long human society continues to exist. and it sure would be better if i could extend that kind of freedom and peace of mind to others. my life still feels very precarious and it always has and ive had to be stable for the sake of others for a long time, ive had to be financially responsible for others for a long time. i cling to the idea of FI/RE because it offers me a way to finally break down and be weak. but something more community oriented and interdependent would sure as fuck be better. in the meantime i guess im saving for something like that i could trust enough to give myself over to.

i also have a really strong fetishistic desire to be someone's completely brainwashed sex pet for the entire rest of my life, and having an early retirement account would really help me facilitate that

[tachimichishrine]

"first time"

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virgin!tachihara michizou x fem! reader

▸◃▵pt 1 // pt 2 // pt 3▵▹◂

warnings: nsfw ; car sex ; drug + alcohol use ; power sub! reader ; masturbation (f) ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; giving him black hair bc i can ; i wanna ruin this man so badly you dont understand

your body slumped against the hood of the car, his own doing the same thing next to you; backs on metal and faces pointed towards the stars. tachihara puffed out a cloud of smoke, flashing you a grin that dropped once you one-upped him by stealing his and blowing out an expertly crafted ring. you tried giggling, but your own coughs interrupted rudely.

you didn't know what time it was. you and your little gang of misfits had broken into a bank earlier today, and blew almost all your cash immediately. the life of crime never weighed on your conscious, you'd been doing this for years and the thrill of the adrenaline rush was all you cared about. it was nice, too, having friends with which you were close and could place your trust.

tachihara was new though. you could barely remember how he introduced himself or found you, but after the first time he busted open a safe without lifting a finger you knew he was sent from a higher being.

everyone else had left the empty parking lot, gone to do who knows what and leaving you here all alone with your little safecracking prodigy. the car whose hood you were sitting on wasn't yours, obviously, but the cool metal radiating through your thin clothes onto your skin was a refreshing contrast to the warm liquid you'd downed earlier. not too much tonight, you promise each other. you had all the time in the world, just you him and the night sky.

"it's fuckin' freezing," he grumbled, earning him another giggle.

"it's not that cold," you retorted, despite a hand wrapping around his shoulders to pull his back into your chest. his strands of black poked at your ticklish neck, and you had to run your fingers through them to tame the locks a little. "better?"

he didn't respond. you cautiously took a look at his face to see if he was okay, noticing that he clearly was not because his cheeks had never been this red before. you couldn't tell whether the shaking of his hands was due to the cold or your actions.

"woah, you okay?" you asked verbally, shifting slightly on the car so that you were more comfortable with his weight on you. "you that touch starved or somethin'?"

truth is, he was. but it was about a hundred times worse that he could feel your tits pressing up on him and the blunt he was smoking wasn't helping to calm his heart down. somehow he still managed a relaxed response. "nah, it's fine, I'm just fucking cold."

"mhm." you didn't sound convinced. just to tease him further, you took your icy fingertips, dragged them down to the hem of his shirt and slid them under. he let out a disgruntled protest as you felt up his warm abdomen and drew circles on the taught skin.

"hey, the fuck are you doin'?" he grumbled, but his voice was dragged out and tired.

"well I was gonna warm you up but you're a goddamn radiator," you murmured into his ear. "shit you're right, it is cold. you wanna hook up in the car?"

his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his body tensing. "what?"

"just a quickie," you reassured him, making it clear that it didn't have to mean anything more than that, "and we can head out afterwards."

his mind was mildly foggy, but every cold breath of the wind on his face sobered him up. clearly not enough, though, since he was pretty sure you'd just straight up asked him to have sex like it was nothing. by the way you were saying it, it might as well have been for you.

"tachi, ya still with me there?" you snapped your fingers in front of his face to bring him back, assuming the chemicals he'd inhaled were acting up.

he cleared his throat, a soft cough in the process. "yeah, yeah, I just... y'know what, it's nothin'..."

it took a few subtle hints to catch onto his discomfort: his muscles were contracting under your touch to his skin, he was shifting on the car to slightly lift himself off of you, not to mention that his face was practically glowing red. you were still fluffing his hair, and yanked it downwards so you could catch a glimpse of his amber gaze.

"holy shit, are you a virgin?"

"what? of course I'm not, why would you say that?" he grumbled angrily, pushing himself off of you to sit upright on the hood of the car, but the way he said it sounded like he was incredibly embarrassed. you didn't mean to giggle at him for that once you took another drag and blew a cloud into his face playfully.

"can't say I'm not surprised," you mused, a smirk on your face that scared him a little. you moved yourself closer to him, leaning in closely as you whispered softly. "you wanna change that?"

he was young, stupid and reckless. that was his excuse for letting his body get the better of his head and letting you drag him to the side of the car and shove your tongue down his throat rather aggressively. his head leaned back, he completely let go of control just to feel your lips on him, whispering just how badly you want to ruin him. your thigh slotted between his legs as your hips rocked slowly to get him to grind up against you.

despite being so eager to have him stretch you out, you murmured into his lips. "are you sure about this?"

to show you that he was, his grip on your waist led him to pushing your bodies off of the vehicle for a few seconds while he somehow unclicked the metal locks from the inside and the door opened by itself. you didn't question how he did what he did, instead stepping out of your pants and throwing him onto the backseat. to fit inside, he had to bend his legs after you'd climbed on top of him and slammed the door shut behind you.

"I'll take it easy," you promised, although your facial expression was not reflecting the words. you always thought he was one of the more attractive guys in your group, but seeing him under you clicked something inside your mind and you were suddenly having a hard time controlling yourself when your lips went back to his and your fingertips tore off his jacket and threw them somewhere in the front seat.

there wasn't a need to constantly check in with him to make sure he's not getting second thoughts because his hips were rutting upwards and you could feel him through his tight jeans. seeing him react this way made you cocky enough to grab his wrist and bring it up to your thighs. he didn't seem to get the hint, so you pushed his digits right on your slowly soaking panties.

tachihara was messy at first. if you had any doubts that he was a virgin, they'd vanished as soon as he was raking his index along your pussy, trying to figure out where to put it in. it was hard not to chuckle at his uncertainty; he'd always talk a great deal and make it seem like he was the delinquent, like he'd been living this life since he was 5. he had a temper, didn't take orders well from people he didn't respect and has a nasty habit of always trying to get into shit with just about anyone who looks at him wrong, which is why the contrast of having him lay down under you with a hesitant thrust of his finger was so arousing.

you kept good on your word, not teasing him for his lack of experience. you made sure to moan louder when he did something right, and the positive reinforcement was doing wonders because by the time he'd gained enough confidence to push in another, you didn't have to exaggerate anymore.

"fuck... fuck that's good," you mumbled in between grunts as your lips hovered on top of him with a string of saliva and sweet taste of his breath between you. "mnn... yeah, you gotta stretch me out before you... hah... fuck me good... shit, try and rub my clit, baby."

another pleasant surprise, he caught on quickly and soon enough the bundle of nerves were being pushed and roughly handled by his thumb. you whispered something in his ear about how good he was doing and how nicely you were gonna fuck him for this. he tried some more things, his free hand exploring your upper body and trying to feel you from under your bra all the while he curled the other's tips inside you with enough force to get your pussy sucking him up and earning him some more breathy curses from your lips.

your teeth bit into the skin under his ear, steadying yourself as he pulled out halfway through and had your cunt spasming frustratedly around nothing. you weren't sure if you had enough space to suck him off in the backseat, but he didn't give you the chance to offer as he wiped damp digits against your bare thigh then tried to unbuckle his belt.

"nu uh." you stopped him, making sure to dispose of it with your own hands. "you're gonna fuck me yourself."

with mild difficulty, you managed to flip him so his body was on top of your own on the seats, knees spread out around his hips. you pulled down the zipper and any clothing restricting his erection, and you cautiously felt him up to gauge what was about to go inside of you.

"fuck you're thick," you rasped out, cold leather seats on your ass once he'd finally torn off your panties. you couldn't see anything at the moment except his face hovering over yours, red and sweaty despite barely doing anything. you smirked at his expression, and almost as if to shut you up, he lined himself up and snapped his hips.

you could barely handle him and he hadn't even sunk in fully, trying to find out how deep he could hit but unable to hold back when you had tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, trying again to push himself inside of you but you're clenched down so hard that it takes a lot more than a simple thrust of his body to bottom out. you're crying out broken groans and angry whimpers, yet you still manage to tell him forcefully not to stop.

you'd be lying if you said that you were letting him fuck you while this tense because it was his first time and you promised to play nice; it was because of the way you were digging your nails into his shoulders and choking on your own cries of pleasure. he said that he'd never done this before, but some level of raw, deeply rooted instinct got him finding his groove and pounding you, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

the frame of the car was creaking, bouncing up and down on the suspension with every time his drop met your rise and he finally managed to reach deep enough in you to get your toes curling and chest heaving. your hands were on his back, his own forearms placed on both sizes of your head to support his weight as he felt the kind of high he didn't know was possible.

after you took control from under, he was having trouble holding back and suddenly his sounds were louder than your own. you noticed his lips pressing into a line with closed eyes as if he was afraid of the scandalous grunts you brought out of him. your hand went down to his hip, to his ass to hold him steady as you fucked up upwards and slowly got used to his cock inside of you. he nearly came apart when you clenched down at the same time as you dropped yourself, completely pulling him out with a squelch.

"don't fuckin' cum inside of me," you warned as you slammed back into him and he whimpered into your neck once more. having his hands on the seat wasn't enough, and he had his palm against the glass of the window trying to grab onto something while your pace got merciless and he felt his mind go numb with the sensation. "god, you're so fucking... can't believe I'm the first to fuck your pretty little cock, baby."

tachihara didn't know which word did it, but this time when you clenched, something burst on the inside and he felt himself finishing. it was sloppy, but he managed to pull out and stained your shirt which was still on. he had a hard time holding his weight above you, and just let himself collapse on your chest despite the cum he'd just squirted all over you.

"oh, don't you dare," you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face up so you could look him in the eyes. you were about to spit something vile about him not getting you to finish, but instead you just sighed and let it go. besides, the stimulation was good enough that you only needed to plunge your fingers back in between your thighs to push yourself over the edge.

you didn't feel the need to bury your face anywhere as your jaw slacked and you reached your high with him laying down on top of you breathing heavily. you did, however, get him to suck your fingers to clean up.

both of you got out of the car, and your shirt was so stained you decided just to leave it in the vehicle. tachihara followed you out, hesitantly closing the door and watching you put your clothes back on while he zipped his pants back up. he noticed that you had pulled out his jacket from the front seat, but made no motion to give it back to him. instead, you put it on top of your bra and zipped it up, leaving him in only his thin white shirt.

"hey," he protested, but you put up a finger.

"your fault, you pay," you shrugged with a chuckle, then gestured for him to come closer so you could give him his belt. he was expecting you to hand it over, but instead you grabbed his hips and slid it around him while looking him straight in the eyes. "you know, you're full of surprises, tachihara. how was that?"

"was fine," he said nonchalantly, but he was betraying his words again by blushing and having his nostrils flare slightly when you asked.

"mhm," you smiled, nodding your head towards another car in the parking lot. "do you mind working your magic on this one? the sex helped but it's still goddamn cold and we better get out of here."

on cue, the locks unclicked and two doors opened. you climbed in and he followed, each thinking deeply on the drive back. you thought about how you'd just taken his virginity so easily, and he thought about how much he wanted you to do it all over again.

[lesbianralzarek]

Thoughts on Baby Ral?

short answer: first thing i did when i woke up this morning was check to see if he was included in the initial batch of spoilers so i could have a higher quality jpeg to stare lovingly at

longer answer: i dont play modern, so wrt its playability ive just been #ListeningAndLearning from actual modern players. the first thing that jumps out to me is that his color identity is UR for edh purposes, but in every other format hes blueless goblin electromancer. i like that he has the additional upsides of 1) eating ragavan (i play brawl, sue me (super excited that hes gonna be on arena!)) and similar T1&2 threats, 2) it being optional to cash it in immediately after winning a coin flip OR seeing how far you can casino this bad boy, and 3) having electrolyze and minds desire on the backside. i also consider the fact that he can oopsies kill you to be an upside from a flavor perspective

ALSO! look at his borderless art! i cant really articulate why this makes me so happy but hes sooo different looking from his adult self, yet hes always been the same little shit he is now personality-wise!

(also also, thats just pure mana in his eyes on the back, pindado didnt give him blue eyes, thank god. hard to tell what they are on the front side, but while i really like his ectoplasm green eyes from dragons maze, id take brown over blue any day)

[fanficfanatic000]

(Handmade for me) E.M. 3

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized reader

18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

Summary) Reader is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

The work day was pretty slow until a blonde gril waked up to the bar counter sat on a stool "a margarita with ice please "Her barbie doll looking friend sat across from her they were the same age as you seemingly they were the cheerleaders of Hawkins high well out grown cheerleaders..."Ill have the same as her.." you made their drinks "that'll be twenty two dollars" she slammed the cash on the bar conversating with her friend... you didn't mean to easdrop on the conversation "yeah he was cute he had these rings and his hair was a mess but he was cute a little freakish but yeah then he was like can i have your number then he called me the next day and told me about his concert from his band corner coffen or something its tomorrow night im gonna go get laid." Your ears ringing with anger and just like that you were off the clock rushing out of the bar To your car looking in the car mirrorWhy are you angry? Or sad or the fucking thing you're feeling why?! He's your best friend you shouldn't be you were jealousThat plastic gal of course he'd go for her not.....not you definitely not you "fuck i think i-i love eddie" you love him but he doesn't love you....probably.....right.?You drove home and when you got there you ran into your room face red you sat on your bed staring at your TV turned off with that note still on it. You love him you fucking love your best friend but it's he he won't love you.....he won't he doesn't he doesn't want you and your squishy body Right?.... he wants someone skinny And small.. everyone does right?............ You were heated you ripped off your t shirt and jeans you threw some shorts onLooking for a tank top in your bra a least "hey -p-princess...." you turned to him standing there in the door way his eyes hovering on your chest his mouth agape"Eddie!" You grabbed a Hoodie and threw it on "sorry edds i forgot to close the door.."He walks closer still eyeing your chest till he was close enough to touch then he leaned in and whispered "ya know i didnt really mind seeing you i really loved it "Heat in your face and core he moved back and you looked in his eyes his pupils blown wide "eddie you're high i think you need to take a minute" you grabbed his shoulders and sat him on the bed "mmmmmbut its trueee" you started to walk away when he grabbed your hips and pulled them on his lap "eddie! You need some sleep" his hard length pressed under you "i know im high but i just want this and i know you like it.."You escaped his lap and grasp "eddie get some sleep you dont know what your saying.." he laid down "fiinnne" and he immediately passed out... he doesn't mean that he couldn't then the phone rang "hello y/n is eddie there?!" "Yep hes here but he fell asleep hell probably stay asleep for the rest of the day " "alright thank you for taking care of him for me y/n""No problem wayne." Click and there he was asleep the best friend you are in love with you lay beside him and passed out .

Part four out now of soon

If you're looking for it go under hash tag

Handmad for me em

[thepowerisyouth]

MONEY / FINANCE STRESS CONTENT WARNING, this next line is unfortunately quite stressful about money so this was an important warning for me to add:

This is also less for the random strangers on the internet who have no reason to trust my advice but more for the 10-15 people I know personally who trust my money advice based on prior experience and Ive sent them my blog link in the last month or two

US stock market is about to tank. On a global perspective its stupidly overpriced because markets like China are hitting 5 year lows (as in we've increased our stock market over 2x since "COVID lows", but their market is even lower than it was then.

Timing is hard but it is entirely possible yesterday was the peak of the market. Might also not tank for 6 months.

Market psychology is fucking weird tho so please absolutely dont 'short' anything, which is basically the same as 'buying puts'. Michael Burry nearly bankrupted all his friends, family, and random investors by insisting on 'shorting' things based on knowledge of impending crisis.

Just sell everything. I mean literally everything. Bond etfs might go up but youd have to have eyes glued to the charts to sell in time. Gold wont do, neither will bitcoin. Their negative correlation to stocks isnt really a thing anymore.

Get every etf, stock, whatever into cash in the brokerage account, then move it out of the banks/brokerage firms and into something physically in front of you because we are, in fact, in another 'historical period of bank runs' its just not quite at the peak yet.

Not trying to increase anxiety beyond nessecary-- its just that any, single bank can immediately freeze your money-- leaving it up to the Federal Government to pay you back-- and it might possibly be the case that youd have to rely on whats called a "bank bail in" to see your savings again.

Not a fun situation to be in, even if it wont happen to most people its just safe practice to do this during a "historical period of bank runs"

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This blog is basically my diary of my thoughts (suprise suprise). But Im an open book, privileged (but poor) little white boy with complex societal/generational abuse and very little home problems so lets fucking go theres a whole mormon cargo van to unpack

Definitely recommend tags Im terrible at them.

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To those reading this, if you have ever met me in real-life or on the internet than you have taught me varying degrees of information which can be randomly retrieved by my brain at any time depending on current CPU performance. Thoughts of my loving husband have occupied my headspace probably 95% of my time since 14 so he has absolutely taught me at least 100x more than anyone else in the world.

When I say "I", oftentimes Im thinking about "me and my husband", or even sometimes "me and my friends/family", or even sometimes "me and society"--- but I am not always 100% aware of the current headspace environment and/or beliefs of the minds of those around me without feedback

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There are currently over 8 billion individual varieties of the global human language spoken within the mind. Lets start translating them all. Misunderstood words become mean labels.

I fucking hate mean labels

"Math wiz" = racism and/or classism and/or gender shit. Fuck that shit

When a person is niched off into one part of an 8 billion population human society, it becomes impossible to not "live in a bubble". Bubbles change in size constantly even if not visibly observed. Bubbles can be different sizes depending on your current day-to-day thoughts of your own society. Bubbles must pop. Enlightenment implies life only gets better the more times ya pop and lock it

My path away from purely mathematics, logic, and scientific theory began when I met my husband, and for the first time in my life it became important to me not to be an asshole to everyone around me

Ive been told (only after I started dating my traumatized husband tho and helped him heal a lot) that I'm a natural communicator-- and all my life I found myself listening and learning to everything and everyone around me trying to understand both their and my own motivations-- then I like to garble them up and spit 'em out. My memory recall ability is wonky tho and fluctuates highly with nutrient intake-- I'll get into that later

I wish I could have a million years to read every blog on tumblr. I really do. Connecting & communating is extremely important for understanding one another but it takes time

I had an extremely unique childhood (who hasnt lol), enough so to isolate myself quite a lot through sheer dumb luck. My mom is also everyone's favorite school teacher so of course I was learning a lot from a young age. Luckily I glued myself to the first person who wanted to glue themselves to me equally & we grew exponentially closer to eternity

If its still not clear: my husband and I are bored and love chatting with people, but like most internet loving freaks my mouth don't work sometimes well but my fingies do. My ears got fluff a lot but I got eyes for LEDs like a hawk. Wish they werent LED tho

I also have a naturally short sleep cycle (i.e. extra time for this), and I really wont be offended or weirded out by someone reading through and liking 20+ or whatever of my posts at once randomly. Stories are supposed to be read in chunks, and I think of this blog as a story & also workspace for my thoughts that Id love to see which chapters everyone has read through. Also I love (and only respond positively to) positive feedback, yet also suggestions for ways to improve my "theorums". As in, good faith discussions are totally welcome on any post.

For my 50 year old parents reading my blog so lovingly in their limited evening time-- you can sort by tags to see what topics your familiar with, if you play around with the search function while on my page. Mom. Show dad how to do it

In the very, very bottom of my blog I dont even think I managed to tag shit properly-- but its the roughdraft workings of the philosophy, as well as my own logical framework for answering lifes questions. Its 2 months ago so I might not even be writing according to my own works down there anymore idk I change fast sometimes

Last thing for now here is that I was always criticized by teachers for not showing my work, and for not reviewing my tests before turning in, and I pushed back hard because nearly every time I went over and corrected a mistake-- I saw I most often got it right the first fucking time on a pure hunch. I act on impulse when I'm not meditating mostly for efficiency purposes because I believe I'm correct, but remain open to emotionally positive feedback so I can help remove all doubt.

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This might turn into my 'life story' post, as its already going there. Heres what I have so far in the way of my knowledge of my family before I was brought into existence, and my "earliest memories":

Family context:

I dont know jack shit. Nobody talks about it at all.

Here's my own observations Ive made using the framework and perceptive filters I was given--

My whole family is white Texans.

Ancestory is slaveowners of course, further back is a very likely direct parent-child descendent line from the most famous inbred british royalty of the 13th century i.e. King John, whose brother was the arab genociding Richard.

I would call my immediate family as upper poverty class. Its more like poverty with extra privileges cause mental health stigma was the only thing holding them back not other shit too.

As children we had a lot of very privileged opportunities because my parents made a lot of sacrifices to try and bring us back up the class ladder. Lets look into that generational trauma issue

My dads parents (born in the early 40s, dont know the year exactly. I think '43 or '44) were more upper middle class, pretty high income. Owned an insurance business that was very successful by the early 2000s at least. My grandpa is described to me as a "monster" and "violently abusive". I have a single memory of him screaming at me as a young child and I was cowering under a desk, so I really believe it. No other stories at all to provide context.

-- I gotta split this section off I realized I wrote the next thing about post-me context Ill need to move this part lower down later--

My grandpa got early onset dementia, my dad didnt notice in time, and my grandpa bankrupted his successful company and lost several million of dollars to "scammers and sexy ladies."

My dad found out around 2015-16 or so. He told me a little bit after telling me my grandparents were getting divorced. My dad managed to scrape together about $200,000 which is being sued for by the IRS actively.

(He split that money in two, and entrusted me tell him how to invest half in safe value stocks that I handpicked as well as a calculated risk allocation to bonds which we sold for 30% profit the second the market crashed. He gave the other half to a brokerage advisor. I never met the advisor but saw the results. Dont get me started on how the other dude did with that money-- we started this endeavor in January 2020.)

Personally I also dont believe that its possible to spend an entire fortune on scammers and strippers, so Id love to see his books and figure out what the hell went wrong with that asshole. I have a hunch I know something more than anyone else ("Enron", guys, we're talking about an insurance company in HOUSTON, in the 2000s) but I will never be sure without the books.

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Back to other family--

I do not know a single thing about my grandma on my dads side. She raised me quite a lot, but yeah I literally have only heard her life described to me as "she was a housewife"

On my moms side, my Mimi (also born 1940s but slightly younger so I think 1946 or 1947) came from a divorced, upper middle class family. In 1964-65, She and her step mom both got knocked up the same year so she watched her divorced dad remarry to said step mom when she was 18-19 and getting a shotgun marriage herself, so you can imagine what that was like. The "biological" of the two moms was a very good mom and very queer from what I hear. She died when I was a baby, from lung cancer. Thats all I know. My mimi raised me quite a lot, nearly equally as much as my mom did

My mom's dad, my Papa, came from a rural farming family in East Texas. Dont know much else of anything, but he and his siblings were named "Billy, Bobby, and Betty". As in, they are what everyone likes to call "hicks"

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Moving onto my direct parents now. I know a little more about them of course, but since we're getting closer in age to the present-- I think itll be easier to describe my understanding as common stereotypes. If its unclear what I mean definitely feel free to ask, but I'll probably say "I dont really know"

Not much else is relevant other than knowing that my moms family was the mormon one, but that as soon as my dad was love-bombed by the church he joined to. Mormons were also different in the 90s I'm told.

My dad struggled with being one of the "crazy schizos" of the 90s. As in, very traumatized, upset, and gaslit by the government and his parents. Must have done a damn good job dealing with it by the time he was in his late 20s and I popped out cause he was never a "bad dad" to me at all. Definitely yelled and was more angry at times, but less than any other friends parents Ive ever met, and from what I remember he came into my room at night and apologized to me literally every single time within like 5-10 minutes. I know pretty much nothing about him pre-me. He was a tradesman my whole life and specialized in remodeling kitchens & bathrooms (the 'dirty work of construction'). All his initial clientele were the rich people my grandma lived near and was friends with.

My mom would have been extremely queer-presenting and posting on tumblr if born in the year 2000, but was born in early 70s, and was a raegan teen in high-school in Texas during the satanic panic-- she presents completely cis, straight, but has body dysmorphia issues. Thats about you need to know about those issues I'm sure my tumblr folks can assume the rest and be perfectly correct. Cause thats about all I know too and I'm assuming the rest about my own mother

--- Earliest memories

I think a lot of people face doubt about their own earliest memories, maybe hearing the way I connect the images of these events in my head to my emotions I felt will help others do the same.

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Two disclosers about me & my current healthcare discoveries before moving on

1) My only "major" childhood trauma is loneliness. I have a partner now (started dating early high school, nearing 10 years together now) who was just as lonely and we are glued to each others side constantly, and have made our life work great that way. So don't feel too bad reading this, I'm only able to write it down because Ive healed that trauma and can dig this stuff up with no issues to validate the emotions I felt even as a child

1) I believe I have a genetic trait that is only just getting discovered. There are something like 6 discovered mutations that hold this similar trait so far, and its just basically chronic insomia.

It being a genetic trait tracks with how my mom describes me as never settling into a normal sleep pattern at 6 months old, having absurd amounts of nightmares and death anxiety keeping me up at night as a child, and I still dont sleep at any given time. I average 2 hours less sleep than my husband, who averages 7-8 now that he isnt actively being abused at home.

Going to get sequenced but even if negative I'd probably just be a 7th mutation, as they only found the other 6 genes via case study.

The scientists whove discovered it call it "Familial Natural Short Sleeper", if you desire to look it up. They describe the trait like its the best possible thing in the world. Well... terminally chronic insomia is not the best thing in THIS world thats for sure.

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My "earliest memories"

These arent ranked by time accurately of course. Took enough effort digging through my brain to turn them up, not like Ive got a 2003 calendar stuffed in here as well.

I did do my best to sort by first memory but it also might be sorted by the order at which I recovered the memories as being one of my "earliest" when I was a child and asked such things

1. Pure emptiness. I can only describe it as dissociation. I can remember nothing about the environment around me, except feeling suddenly sucked out of it, seeing only darkness, feeling almost a ringing in my ears and the deepest dread possible. This same feeling followed me in life for a little while, but started to take more visual shape when I was an adolescent, until at some point I would see myself sitting in a chair alone in a room that is infinitely sized but that slowly gets darker the further out you go. I cant remember what exact "real-world" event caused this feeling to ever happen each time it did. I just can remember having it happen occasionally when I was awake and doing things. Definitely dissociation. (If you are willing to believe me further I think its just probably "lights out" and being scared of that)

1. Riding a mattress down the stairs. I kind of remember two images, one is the tunnel vision of going high speed down the stairs and the other would be from looking back up at the stairs when I was done going down. Totally fun, probably my first rollar coaster ride. I might remember my siblings laughing too but it wouldnt be because I can remember the actual laughing-- but I can remember feeling the joy of being in a group of people laughing. At the time, my parents were selling the house so thats why I also remember it being a completely empty carpeted room that we were riding down into

2. My brother smashing his head repeatedly into the refrigerator for 'fun' and someone saying "wow he has a hard head" or something along those lines. I was learning english I cant remember exactly what they said but that was definitely the meaning I took from their words. I think this memory is strong, because I was truly very curious as to why my brother was just running at full speed, head down, and headbutting a hard surface. The words someone said after that must have been one of my first 'answers'

3. Watching my siblings play in rare Houston snow. Not much remembering there actually. Probably just thought it was mezmorizing to watch as I just really remember a picture and feeling peace

4. Will add more later.

[no-psi-nan]

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

The crossover parts in the light novels... thog dont caare (minor bit of canon but I literally paid cash money to get it translated so... -_-U)

Also that one episode in the second season / later volumes that was basically a repeat. The one with Saiki being invisible while Teruhashi tries to find him. We've already scene this exact same sitch play out, there's no development to either their characters or relationship, everyone knows their deal at this point so it's not even funny.... The anime should've replaced this one with the YouTube episode SMH, 10000% more value.

21) part of canon you think is overhyped

Not necessarily overhyped but I personally would have never picked the domestic abuse chapters to be the first ones in the series hsfjdlshfks. Yeah it's funny but like. It's still domestic abuse. Let's save the terrible home life for when the audience is more invested yeah? Though I guess people also don't notice the domestic abuse as much since it's front-loaded maybe?? I would like to see some research on this sort of thing tbh!!

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

All of the Aiura moments... She's always so so funny and sweet, and the way she and Saiki interact is wonderful, she's the person he's the most real around (Toritsuka doesn't count because he mostly gets Saiki's bad side for good reasons hsfjdlshfks).

When they work so well together at saving Yumehara's life despite being strangers... When Aiura shows so much kindness to Mera and is so determined to help her that Saiki ends up helping her even though he was originally against it... When Saiki saves Aiura from the gang and she still trusts him completely even though they'd fought and Saiki just did something violent, which most other people would consider monstrous... Her willingness to help out Saiki anytime, no questions asked, just because she cares about him... Their hilarious & effective co-performances against Imu and Yumehara (as Kaido)... When Aiura realizes "lucky feel" moments / her usual methods of seduction won't work and switches to just finding out when Saiki's free and hanging together eating dessert + talking... When Saiki clearly enjoys those dates so much that he immediately agrees to another in his tsundere way when she asks him... When Saiki chases her around for coffee jelly, so brain-empty and silly (see: my blog header)... Her faith that Saiki will fix things even when he has a death mark on him too... When Saiki trusts her with the fate of the world... When Saiki's clones carry her so closely when they could literally just levitate her completely physically apart and she never tries to cop a feel or get fresh... When she asks Saiki if he wants a kiss and respects his "no" but just has to share the physical comfort they both need in that moment...

And yet everyone always mischaracterizes her and cheapens her relationship with Saiki, especially when favoring another ship for him.

Or they think that she would be soooooo emo about it if Saiki rejected her. Hello?? She literally told him to fuck off because he tried to stop her from helping people, and did NOT look back or change her mind. Just because she's into bdsm doesn't mean she's going to compromise her morals for a dude, even if he's her soulmate. And she's clearly had no trouble pulling dudes before, so it's not like she'll be pining after him for long if he's being a dick.

On the other hand, she knows he's tsundere as fuck and that she'd have to play the long game with him, and she's clearly fine with it. She has confidence in her powers and has already seen how well they work & play together, so it's just a matter of time.

Anyways I get so so heated when people don't do my girl justice, as I'm sure you can tell hsfjdlshfks

Thanks for the ask @hillbilly---man 💜💜💜💜💜

[l1tw1ck]

THE TONY ANON MADE ME FEEL THINGS ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE. so now i will write some stuff more in depth about having sex with him. imagine youre some rich ceo of a company that provides stark with what he needs for his big ol projects,, n stuff, and because hes been making so many stupid investments (girls that cheat him out of his money and booze) he doesnt have enough to pay for the expensive items anymore. but you dont mind! you could very easily give him a discount, after all, youre so close, right? tonys glad that he gets this special discount, but when he asks you what it might be, he goes pale. you wanna ruin him- just for a night, maybe a bit into the morning if he feels like earning a few bucks. hes desperate, and clearly too hungover to think, and agrees. as creepy and strange as he finds you- he really, really wants that equipment, and he may as well have a good time getting it, right? wrong. hed stretched himself for the day of the "payment," quite adequately so. just in case you werent all smiles and big cash. and you certainly werent. when you take off your clothes, and show off what god has bestowed on you, he turns as white as a sheet, but soon afterwards his cheeks start to flush... why does he find this so hot? hes fucking some rich guy for equipment, just the idea gets him all hot and bothered.. normally he imagines himself in the place of the rich ceo, but being the recipient of his torture might be something interesting to delve into. but he doesnt have time to think- you pounce on him, tearing off his clothes and shoving his face into your cushy bed with his ass pointed up towards your already aching length. hes surprised, but not reluctant, adjusting his position to be more comfortable while you shove a finger inside of him. "well prepared," you comment, and fiddle with his little dicklet. hes rich, why wouldnt he have the money to take hormones? youre happy that he has, because stroking it is almost hypnotizing, the squeaks and shaking whimpers coming out of his limp body enough to make you leak. and so, once youve had enough of your teasing, you dump what must be a quarter of a bottle of lube onto his hole, and position yourself at his entrance. he expects you to tantalizingly slide inside of him, which is the cause of his surprised yelp when you almost immediately start plowing him into the mattress, grasping his hips with a bruising, vice grip to keep him from sliding into a flat position. he can hardly keep himself from cumming right then and there, screaming into the linen of your bedsheets to keep his moans from echoing throughout your entire penthouse. tony can hardly think, but he realizes that hes going to have to endure your pace throughout the entire night, and whines pitifully when his first orgasm approaches at a disturbingly fast speed, his gut coiling into a tight knot thats almost painful. its when you latch onto his neck with a hard bite for more leverage that he squirts all over your bed, staining it with his sloppy juices. and that pisses you off only slightly- youre too focused on making this the most memorable "experience" hes ever had. your balls start clenching sooner than you want them to, and you groan into the skin of his nape when you empty yourself in his awaiting, squeezing walls, painting his insides white with your cum. you pant atop him for a short while, but what disturbs tony the most is how quickly your cock hardens once more, releasing a whiny moan muffled in toyour soiled bedsheets. (hope you enjoyed this, bc i sure did enjoy writing it (i like to horny rant about men, it is very relaxing))

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im being blessed today😭💕💕

[icantpickafictionalman]

Transparent Soul

Adam x Fem!Reader

Context : (Name) sings in a band and adam is at one of her shows. they are strangers, but he has heard of her.

Content : language, making out

"i dont fuckin' know if it's a lie or its a fact, all your little fake friends 'll sell your secrets for some cash, smile in my face then put your cig out on my back, if you ever see me just get to running like the flash"

Adam stood at the front of the crowd, watching as (Name) danced around, microphone in hand. Adam had been infatuated with (name) ever since he saw one of her videos on social media, so when he saw the opportunity to go to one of her shows, he knew it was an offer he just couldn't pass up.

"I knew a boy just like you, he's a snake just like you, such a fake just like you, but i can see the truth, transparent soul"

As (Name) continued to dance around the stage, Adam wondered more and more about her. the biggest question on his mind was however, did she know who he was?

"oh i can see right through, just so you know transparent soul, i can see right through just so you know"

As (Name) was singing, adam watched her point to someone holding a sign right next to him, and blow them a kiss. when he looked round to the sign, he saw it read, "We Love you (Name)!" This made Adam think. Had he ever seen one of those signs at his concerts before? Come to think of it, he never looked into the crowd to check.

"I don't fucking know if it's paradise or it's a trap Yeah, they're treating me like royalty, but is it kissin' ass? No one's brave enough to take the fall right But it's all your fault Why you actin' like it's alright?"

as Adam enjoyed the music, he looked and watched all the other band members. 'none of them were nearly as cool as (Name)', Adam thought.

"I knew a girl just like you She was vain, just like you Such a pain, just like you And everybody knows the truth"

when Adam turned his head back round to look at (Name), he saw her staring right back at him.

"Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know Transparent soul I can see right through, just so you know"

Adam didn't know what to think. Possibly one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen was just staring at him. Why? Well, as (Name)'s set was coming to a close, Adam thought it best to look for her after the show. Hell, maybe she would know who he was.

"It's clear to me now

You're scared of me, wow

It's clear to me now ,transparent soul

It's clear to me now

You're scared of me, wow

It's clear to me now ,transparent soul"

As the set came to a close, Adam sought after (Name). Sneaking backstage, he found her, standing next to the refreshments table, drinking a bottle of water.

"Hey, (Name)!" He said , coming up behind her. "Great set out there! I loved that last one." As (Name) turned around, her jaw dropped, and when she didn't reply to his compliment, he noticed her staring again. "You...okay?" When she didn't reply, only stared, he thought it best to introduce himself. "I'm Adam. I play too. Although we kinda play for a...different crowd." (Name) finally answered, "oh no, I know who you are. I'm just... I love your music! I can't believe you're at one of my shows!" It was now Adam's turn to be shocked. How could a girl so beautiful know who he was? Now, when Adam didn't answer, (Name) brought it upon herself to ask, "do you uh... wanna come back to my dressing room? It's uh.. a nicer scene than out here." She said with a small chuckle."oh uh, yeah! Sounds great!"

As they made their way to (Name)'s dressing room, Adam couldn't help but watch her every move. He was obsessed. He'd never experienced anything like it before.

When they finally got into the dressing room, (name) immediately flopped onto a couch, tired from the night, and grabbed her and Adam a beer. When Adam stayed standing in the middle of the room, she gestured to the space on the couch next to her, to which he happily filled.

"So what brings you to one of my shows?" Adam didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her why he really came. That he came because she was so undeniably beautiful and he wanted a chance to slide into her pants. So he told her the first thing that came to mind. " I saw you guys, online. Looked like a cool scene." (Name) smiled. As they continued talking, opening up a few more beers, Adam let a confession slip. "Oh and when I saw you? You were just so fuckin' hot, sugartits." When he watched (name)'s face flush, he knew he had an affect on her. "You think I'm hot?" She asked, craving his affection. "Unbelievably." As they stared at each other in silence, (name) could only think one thing. "Do not look at his lips. Do not look at his lips. Do not look at his lips."until suddenly, she did. She tried to stay calm, maybe he hadn't seen it. But oh was she wrong. Adam saw it. And Adam wanted to take it farther. "Watcha lookin' at, hot stuff?" (Name) tried to think up a quick response, but her mind had blanked. "Kiss me." She muttered. "What was tha-" Adam asked but he was cut off by (name)'s lips crashing onto his, her hands moving slowly up his chest and finding perch around his neck. As he began to kiss her back, invading her mouth with his tongue, he flipped them over, so that he was now sitting above her. "Oh fuck..." she muttered, in between breaths.

[gh0stlysstuff]

are vip seated tickets a thing? i loved my basic experience very much and felt it was worth the cash so im unsure if i should upgrade to vip but i do not want to stand for the entirety of the concert and i have no need to be so close to the stage or squashed in like sardine, even if the other atiny are pleasant to be next too that closely. yeah its not for me but id love to have a greater concert experience with the whole package next tour. i dont mind what the price is anymore theyre going to raise it anyway it is what it is lol. do vip tickets only sell with presale or is it like a special thing i have to sign up for like a subscription or something similar? or can i buy a general sale seat with vip benefits? thanks very much in advance. they were incredible live vocals and all the props and they easily got my attention on this group fr.

HII, i'll try and respond to everything you've asked at the best of my abilities (i'm on the train and i have a fever, so apologies in advance).

also let me warn you that as of now my only experience was at i-days in milan with skz (which was also a festival, not really a proper concert), so i'm probably not the best source of information about this stuff but i'll try and be as helpful as i can!

i've honestly never experienced a concert from the vip standing pov bc i know i wouldn't enjoy the experience, as you said i don't like the idea of being pressed in between so many people and having problems with crowds that's just describing a nightmare. at i-days being a festival we were forced to stand but i tried as much as possible to not push myself too in the middle of the chaos (i won't add a video bc my camera is yucky and me and my sister were screaming too loudly). i know of concerts that have a vip seating arrangements (like for stray kid's dominATE tour) and if i'm not mistaken something like that was done with ateez's american tour too! it would be nice to be able to have something similar in europe too, i honestly would consider it immediately! i like the idea of seeing them up close but as already said, not ready to get smushed in a human jam anytime soon!!

about your second question i'm a little confused, like, vip tickets get sold together with the rest of the seated tickets and just as for those if they sell out on presale then they're simply sold out. you can't have a general seated ticket and have vip benefits, like those are exclusive to the vip tickets.

i hope my answers were somewhat helpful and most importantly i hope i made sense and didn't misunderstood anything★

[littlebabycrybtch]

bro..... im sooo tired of ppl being whiny freaks about ppl liking fictional shit ‘~too much~’. like bitches are literally fully convinced if you prefer acting out certain ideas in fiction but not irl, thats not your normal preferential boundaries but rather your brain is a mental illness BOMB and you need to be fucking hospitalized for being imaginative and having autonomy. like yall if its not taboo or smth shut uuuuhp man you’re not ‘concerned for their health’ or w/e you’re fully just tryna get away with being a nihilistic asshole who lacks sympathetic reasoning skills. listen to me. fiction is valuable. the thoughts we have on it are important. the personal lack of value you happen to put on a media is next to worthless. its not a fuckin waste of time dude, creators are people, who live in the real world, they experience it and have ideas through it and about it, they form and tweak their ideas while still definitely existing in the real world, and then put that back into the world with a new angle and new perspective, to share with other people definitely encountering it in , you guessed it , the real world. thats not disconnected. its not nothing. these things do not magically appear from fairytale land, they are created. stories mean smth, people tell them for a reason, its ok to feel smth for any story, why would we even tell them if not with the intention to impact others emotionally somehow i mean??? fiction does not Just affect reality, it is valuable to real life society, it is a functioning thriving part OF reality. 

humans have told stories since the dawn of our existence. it is literally all but an inherent species trait for us to imagine things, its tied to each and every one of us, and to reject ‘fantasy’ as smth worthless to human life is frankly just fuckin wrong and weird of you. bitch we are Supposed to get outside the box, the fandom ppl you cringe your pants over arent thinking abt fake shit too much, you guys very often just arent exercising abstract thought and imagination enough, which actually hurts your ability to engage with it critically in all the ways its meant to be. if you dont see the value in fiction its because you put in no effort to form the analysis skills. in other words, you idiots dont get the hype bc you’re too stupid to get how you're supposed to compare a book to the real world it came from. ‘uu but cmon not everythings valuable what about [tumblr designated cringe media]-’ 1. ok! somehow you havent come to this conclusion yourself yet but thats not real, whatever ppl get to enjoy is not all abt you, your bias means less than dirt to others outside of hivemind social medias, you can keep it to yourself, ppl shouldnt care about it bc it means nothing outside of ur own space, its literally funny to me that you’re so elitist you want me to cater my interests to you, Your Standard Of Quality Isnt Universal, 2. ranking the values of fiction is the waste of time here, if you compare mlp to pride and prejudice ill dissect your teeth, different emotional impacts from tragic to funny to Just A Vibe are all able to be assessed as ‘valuable to somebody else so leave well enough alone’ if you dont have 2010+ funnyman brainrot disease that makes you incapable of reflecting on anything you can find a way to joke abt first.

i mean seriously like. whenever randos start engaging with medias you ppl dont like or in ways you dont get, the strawmans yall make up to get to be cringe culture vultures abt such benign shit, and almost Always at the expense of neurodivergent people with a deeply rooted undertone of extreme ableism might i add..... its just so selfish. u have a brain ok, you’re manipulative but we both know you dont Actually think ppl automatically default to being a waifu obsessed incel rotting away at their basement computer, stagnating their social skills and straying further and further from reality with each passing day, a poor disturbed wretch that you just HAVE to save from themselves, all bc they say they. prefer fictional porn or w/e to having sex irl. buddy thats not a big deal, theyre normal, just different from you. theyre fine, you’re just uncomfortable. as a functioning adult you’re gonna have to try and recognize that sometimes that feelings gonna be 100% on you, and you cant always just lie abt the validity of it to make ppl feel obligated into agreeing with you. this is gonna be one fragment of their personhood and your self obsessed brain imploding over how unrelatable that is doesnt fucking matter, grow up bitch like. how detached do you have to be to think thats so unstable or morally wrong.... its just a completely inconsequential preferential decision that only affects them and isnt a wrong choice at all cuz nobody has to get their dick wet if they dont wanna for any reason ever and thats gotta be that tbh.... and it kills me cuz they still inherently experience the real world and are capable of thinking abt it critically,,, even tho they... masturbate to drawings or w/e the fuck ppl think is unhealthy ???? like? imagination is just fun we dont need to moderate it anymore than we moderate other fun activities i mean lol ksdjfsd this is the DEFINITION of ‘just vibing’ no one FUCKING cares and it deosnt fucking matter the way you desperately try to make ppl think it does just so u get to be loud abt ur shortcomings as a decent understanding person. 

‘uuuuuu im sorry but thats unhealthy :///’ you sound like a goddamn maniac dude stories are not unhealthy having feelings abt them is not unhealthy thinking some anime bitch that was DRAWN TO BE HOT , IS HOT, is not UNHEALTHY and you clowns arent convincing anybody you ‘care’ abt that concept anyways !! im losign my mind here skdlsdfsd medias are literally DESIGNED TO DO THIS TO PEOPLE... WE’RE SUPPOSED TO FEEL THINGS FOR IT.... IT IS WHAT MAKES THE ART WE’VE TAKEN PART IN FOR CENTURIES, “ART”.... ITS JUST... HAVING IDEAS AND EXPERIENCING IMAGINATION..... whats wildly unhealthy actually is yalls toxic obsession with ‘harsh truth’ and validating your stupid ass cwinge feewings to the point where everything that gives your underdeveloped selfish ass hives has to be a matter of health and morals and whats ‘best’ for everyone. u dont know that shit!!!! ur a petty brat and im not ur mommy ok i wont baby you so u dont feel like the shitty whiny person you are, you need to grow and do better and think outside urself already, dont put the responsibility of making u feel right for judging somebodies benign hobbies on me. i wont bc its wrong and unnecessary. you’re not a savior no ones falling for that lmao you’re just a bitch girl xoxo get over it shit truly does not matter. let them write nsfw self insert fics instead of banging !! 

to make it real do yall really not Get that basic consent kinda doesnt just mean ‘no when im not in the mood at the time’ but it means ‘no if i just dont fuckin feel like having sex ever for literally any reason at all bc i choose what i do’ and pressuring them, even with what your warped brain translates as the best of intentions, is inherently disgusting? especially with the ‘i know how to help you’ attitude like......... ohhh die soonly ew lmao! lay off this nasty shit already please it doesnt matter! stop trying to make it matter!! its not hurting you or them you stupid tumblr phd ass!! and like again yeah some media shits just truly gross but tbr now its like even That kind of shit, the Real social issues caused by Actually problematic media that ppl should discuss Genuinely without ulterior motives, is being used more and more rampantly as just a stepping stone to get to the needless mockery of other harmless things in the media they want an excuse to bag on.......... like a bitch cant just be grown and talk about problems at face value without getting a bully jab in. smhhhhh you all fuckin suck please just stop talking already. so anyways yeah being attracted to fictional characters instead of real people or w/e IS funny, funny how many boyfriends they have when u have none xoxo theyre having fun and you can die sad abt it they get to die 5 times in an angsty fantasy fic and be brought back with mouth to mouth by fuckin kakashi every time and then they go get lunch irl while ur updating tinder bitch ... different fucking strokes ig !