#i'm angry and fucking STRESSED about this

[tojislibrvry]

★ ︵ @ yaga / reader , blōwjōbs , implīed cheating , being walked ōn

"i can't stand that goddamn prick." you hear yaga slam the door as he walks in. you turn to look at him and the poor man looks exhausted.

his glasses hang low on his nose, eyes tired. his white button up crinkled and almost see through with his sweat. his spiky hair stands upright like the stress had created a field of static energy around his head.

"gojo again ?"

he drops the felt in his hand, a cat halfway made on the leather couch. his office was sparsely decorated, with the exception of you of course. you would spend all your time in there, acting as the sweetest assistant he could ever ask for.

"third time this week, he's twenty nine and yet he bails on our meetings like he's a student skipping class." he throws himself on to the couch, tired back supported with the sturdy leather. he manspreads, letting the tension in his legs fall.

you know what to do when he gets like this. stressed and high strung, desperate with a need for release.

you dim the lights first. the harsh yellows do no good for anyone. he watches you from the corner of his eyes. then, you put down the picture of him with his wife.

his lips flash a crooked smile. still so respectful.

you walk over to him and cover his eyes with a wet wash cloth, soothing the strain in his eyes. you worry about him often. he was a little too old to be taking such less care of himself.

you make yourself comfortable between his spread legs. waiting for his confirmation to begin.

"i was teaching the second years, im sweaty." he groused. "you don't have to."

you press your thighs together, you were so down bad for him. lips salivating at the mere thought of his unfiltered scent.

you don't reply with words. you press your face against the growing bulge in his pants. you nuzzle into the warmth and take in mouthfuls of his musky fragrance.

"you are so fucking nasty, goddamn." he places a veiny hand on your head, guiding you to his zipper.

you were well trained in the art of using no hands. teeth biting the zip, you drag it down. when his boxers come into view, you are quick to remove it.

his cock springs out, heavy and girthy as it caresses your cheek. his pre, enough to dirty your face almost instantly. sitting on the balls of your feet, you take him into your mouth.

he hisses at the warmth that envelops the length of his dick. his face contorts in pleasure even before you begin to suck him off.

you start off slow, tongue working the underside of his cock. you make sure to keep your teeth away as you work yourself deeper. he groans as you get closer to his abs, nose pressed against the trail of hair.

your mouth burns with the stretch. he was so girthy, your hands barely covering 3/4th of the circumference.

you pull off with a pop, growing cross eyed with his standing cock. it was just like him too, veiny and tall, tan with an angry purple at the tip.

you decide that's it's about time that you pay special attention to his balls. you drag your lips down to them and begin with kitten licks. for a man so big and powerful, he sure was sensitive.

"f-fuck...s-slowly!" he groans as you take one in your mouth, tongue swirling around. you continue with your ministrations as you suckle on him. you repeat the same on the other one until he's a twitching teary eyed mess.

the cloth on his eyes slips down and his eyes immediately zero on you. you look perfect for him like that, hands tucked under your knees.

you start kissing his tip, eyes fluttering coquettishly. you finally bring your hand up just so you can guide his own hand to your head.

he relishes in the control you give him, as he fucks your mouth. the only sounds in the room were his heavy breathing and the wet gurgle of your mouth.

"i'm close,... you are so good to me,,," he grits out. you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, trying to match the rhythm he set. he tries to pull you off before he cums but you strongly refuse, your eyes filled with defiance.

he gives up and shoots a warm load down your throat, you pull off his cock as streaks of his cum paint your face.

you look at him doe eyed, as you clean yourself up. you open your mouth to show him how good you had been, making sure to swallow everything.

"feel better?" you ask throat thoroughly fucked, your voice coming out scratchy.

before he can reply, the office door is thrown open.

"sorry for being late i guess i don't really—," the white haired sorcerer stops analysing the scene in front of him. his eyes widen in absolute horror, a sight that had never graced the strongest's features, "is this god's way of punishing me ??!?!?"

[weaselle]

i have a dog client (just one, starting a new business is hard) and she's a two-ish year old husky who was rescued only a couple months ago. I've been working with her for a couple weeks now and she just decided she could trust me yesterday. And i think the reasons why are interesting

So huskies can be sort of aloof, it's easy for a husky to decide they don't really care about you unless you are doing the exact thing that holds their attention. But it was more than that with this dog (she's named after a cheese, let's call her Gouda because she's [mario voice] a good-a dog) I think her experience in life thus far has been a bit traumatic

(this doesn't mean she was beaten or anything, everyone always jumps to that conclusion, but dogs are sensitive social creatures, and just being an orphan in a system that controls you so completely and never knowing who you can form a close bond with could be real trauma... i was given up at a young age by my own parents and it fucked me up pretty good even though i was adopted by my aunt, so i can only imagine what it might be like for a dog to be passed around for two years)

Anyway, she is very withdrawn (tho loving with her new family) and also tends to raise hackles and stiffen up when meeting dogs. For this reason i've been walking and running her alone because i walk some other dogs (not clients, it's part of my customer acquisition technique to be seen out with a pack of dogs) and a couple of those dogs are ... also not the friendliest. So i wanted to set her up for success by giving her time to get comfortable around me and the new activity before i introduced a possible stressful situation of other (grumpy) dogs.

At the meeting there was a growling and snapping situation and I had to use my Big Dog voice (just a big deep "hey" with my full diaphragm) and get between them and shut it down. Then they settled and we went on the walk, during which time there was an additional teeth and snarl moment from the other grumpy dog that i shut down immediately. The rest of the walk they were fine - during the second half i transitioned away from walking between the two, and ended with them walking next to each other close enough to bump and they did great.

Anyway, when i went to drop off Gouda at home, for the first time she really responded to my goodbye, licking my face and nuzzling my ear and bumping her head into my chest, whereas before she wouldn't even walk back over to me for goodbye petting once she was home.

I'm pretty sure it was the interactions with the other dog that did it. Specifically three things

A: for the first time she saw me defend her against another dog, so she knew she could count on me to back her up so she could relax

B: she saw that i was maintaining order and discipline and wouldn't allow dogs to be in altercations so she could relax

C: this is the more nebulous one but one i think is the most interesting: I believe the situation with the other dogs helped her to see me at a high level of disapproval, yet remain within behavior parameters that allow her to feel safe. In other words, she saw me in a situation where dogs were breaking the rules in a pretty big way - a semi fight situation where theoretically i would be at my most threatening or angry - and my response was not scary, i didn't get physical or punish or hold a grudge etc.

I think that last one really cemented it for her, because now Gouda knows if she gets something wrong and makes me "angry" it's going to be okay. So she can relax.

Taken all together, her experience yesterday was that i will defend her against other dogs, i can and will maintain order in the pack, and, importantly, even if she gets something really wrong or i'm in an "angry" situation, i'm safe to be around.

and now we're good friends.

[ladysomething]

who even gives a fuck about the first day of the year when it's snippet wednesday??? priorities.

🎵 but on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I read a wygig snippet 🎵

now I'm gonna be honest. wygig is .... oof. she's a mess right now. I took a couple wrong steps while writing and then went very far down that path and am desperately trying to backtrack and it's ... yeah, it's a task.

unfortunately even ch 27 is affected by this, so I'm going to do a snippet but be aware that there's a high chance it will be different when the chapter comes out. I THINK I've found something that will be unaffected but ... ya never know.

“Do you have that bitch omega under control yet?” 

“I always had him under control,” Max answers smoothly, trying to get his body to relax into the seat. If he’s tense and stressed, his father will hear it in his voice. 

“You call that under control?” Jos demands, disgust clearly lining his voice. “Do you even remember the lessons I taught you about your mother?” 

Max straightens in his seat, the cocky smirk wiping off his face. 

“Yes,” he says, fighting to keep the anger out of his voice. “I remember.” 

And God does he remember. He remembers the black eyes, the broken lips, the blood smeared on her shoulder when Jos would bite her and not bother to clean or seal the wound. He remembers the weekend after he’d presented, when Jos sat him down and taught him how to use his alpha voice, when he’d still been weak and shaky from the effects of the rut he hadn’t known to prepare for. 

He remembers the horror on Mamma’s face when Jos had brought her into the living room, and had made Max use his voice on her to command her to kneel. 

He remembers how Jos had seethed and raged when Mamma had left him; how she’d seemed to disappear in the night. 

He remembers how angry he’d been at her, that she had taken Victoria and not him. 

He’ll regret for the rest of his life that he spent his teenage years taking those lessons so seriously; that he put them to use against Charles, both as a child, but also this year when he was trying to scare him into submission. That he used them against his Mamma when she had so tentatively reached out to him when he’d gotten into F1, despite the fact she must’ve been terrified Max would betray her to his father. 

Max is glad, at least, that he had the modicum of sense to keep her secret from Jos, even before he’d officially helped put her in hiding. 

“Do you? Because you’re clearly not putting any of them to use. Or are you such a pathetic alpha that your omega has to fuck other people? I’ve heard rumours in the paddock that he’s fucking Christian. Christian.” 

Max grits his teeth. 

[terresdebrume]

Anyway, the stay in France went well, actually? Which was probably helped by the fact that I didn't bother correcting anybody about my pronouns and only ignored my dad when he used my deadname instead of fighting him about it (he settled on a compromise of not using any name at all, tho I did make a point to introduce myself as Matt to the people I met for the first time)

I actually was surprised that my dad's older brother & his wife both called me Matt (might even send them a thank you note about it) & that their youngest daughter gendered me correctly the one time she used gendered language related to me, so that was nice

Mom's family is still "slipping" (aka only using masculine pronouns when talking to me not about me) but IG it's bearable. Grandma is still doing the "[Deadname] OH! Oh I'll never get it, I'm too stupid! You're not angry, right???" circus but when my mom asked if the "slips" bothered me I stuck to mentioning said circus so hopefully that might change, idk

(My grandma is 85 yo though so there's a non zero chance people are just gonna "She's too old to bother" the whole thing, tbd)

Anyway. It went well overall it just sort of came at the price of me making an active choice to 1. Not assert my identity too hard and 2. not give a fuck about anything that happened which uh. Isn't the best.

But oh well, I guess we'll have to measure how impactful things were by how quickly I get back to normal stress levels and/or how many surprise rants I inflict on friends about things I didn't dwell on in the moment x)

Shout-out to @wenceslas for listening to a couple of those already tho, that's a great friend right there

[sherlock-is-ace]

we have fucking mice again 😓 i fucking hate living in this disgusting town full of factories, which they don't clean well (not food related so it's fine lol) and disgusting neighbors who don't clean their house or take care of their animals, and the neighbors on the other side who abandon their house for months at a time...

We spend so much time cleaning and keeping the lawn nice and trimmed, our only fault is the fact that how our house was built, we have space between the roof and a few walls where these fucking mice can hide... We saw 4 today (4 that we could count cause they were out at the same time) 😓 at least they're outside (for now)

[beanghostprincess]

Sanji snapping at his dearest most beloved Nami-swan just because they don't know where Usopp is and he's worried sick makes my mind go to places I didn't know it could

[bbeeohazardd]

it's always "believe victims" until said victims actually try to reach out and warn people about an abuser who abused multiple people and then suddenly it's "trying to make a call-out post on an innocent person"

[itz-pandora]

Huh. If my life was a quote, it'd be "one of those sad ones with a deceptively happy tune"

[american-neurotypical]

i think the reason why i almost had 3 mental breakdowns each night for the past 3 days is because this was the month that all the friend drama bullshit started, and all the emotions from that is hitting me again now.

it doesn't help that i'm actually getting triggered from unrelated friend stuff irl. nothing is even happening! the most minor conflict of all time, and i go into a panic attack and feel nauseous. shit sucks

[potatoesandsunshine]

hell of a feeling when you know you're Being Unreasonable but can't stop being unreasonable anyway

[undead-potatoes]

I just groaned and said "enough with this uterus nonsense" out loud to myself, these cramps are making me delirious

[halfdeadwallfly]

three months until i get to go back to school. i can deal with three months.

[the-cooler-king]

One of those texts I kind of need to sit on before I decide how I'm going to word it.

I never know how to start these, but I always have an idea on what to say. Your opinion of me actually matters a lot & the implication that you believe that I lie to you or I'm not doing enough is kinda hurtful. It comes across to me like my effort is worthless to you & that what I want doesn't matter at all. I wouldn't bring it up if I didn't think you cared, and I know you're going through a lot and shouldn't have to worry about me, but I'm getting mixed signals that are really throwing me off. What do you want from me? Am I asking too much of you and you don't know how to tell me? I sincerely want to be there for you, regardless of what it looks like to get to that point, but if you don't want me there you can tell me! What you want matters just as much, if not more, to me. I'm not the kind of person to be hostile about things if they don't work out. I don't want to be another source of stress or negativity for you, and I don't want you to be afraid of being honest with me. I constantly question if you're just too nice to tell me you aren't interested anymore, and even if you are, I might need more reassurance than you can give me because I don't think I'm very worth it to anyone for anything. If you don't think I'm trying hard enough then tell me what I need to do to change that! I'm at the point of just not knowing what I bring to your life, if anything at all. You don't need to deal with me on top of everything else, so, I'm sorry for this. Even if you don't text me back I'll feel better once I get it out there. The only thing I've ever been afraid of is not communicating exactly how much I care about you & how much you mean to me - even if it doesn't matter to you, or you don't believe me. If there comes a day where we aren't in each other's lives anymore for whatever reason, I don't want either of us to question what could've been said or done differently or regret not doing more.

[mint-corset]

I feel violence in my very bones this evening.

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

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[prudencepaccard]

didn't get cast in ensemble. they did cast a girl at callbacks I literally taught the harmony to though. fucked up