#the slow release of tension

[kooriicolada]

excerpt from Chapter 9 of the The Slow Release of Tension

Tobirama perched on Hashirama's desk.  "The Akimichi are a noble clan and they bartered peace between themselves and the Nara and Yamanaka."  It had only been a couple of generations since those three clans had stopped fighting and become tight allies.

"They're clear across the country from both our territory and the Uchiha's.  At that point we may as well appeal to the Daimyo to have him oversee the discussions," Hashirama said.  "We shouldn't get him involved unless absolutely necessary."

Tobirama grunted.  He knew Hashirama was right.  The last thing they needed was the civilian world meddling in the making of Shinobi treaties.  They'd have to take it to him eventually, both for the alliance to be sealed bureaucratically and with the Daimyo's divine seal.  "Who do you suggest then? That leaves the Hyuuga and the Aburame unless we want the Uchiha to host us—"

"Well—"

"And we already decided that a third, neutral party should be present," Tobirama said, speaking over Hashirama's voice.  Hashirama lifted his brows at him and Tobirama flattened his ears even more. He ducked his chin knowing that Hashirama knew that after Tobirama had argued him into the ground about just being hosted between their two clans.

He'd finally gotten Hashirama to agree that the first meeting at least required a third party.

"I'd say the Aburame would be best, don't you?" Hashirama asked, smiling.  "The Hyuuga are…"

Tobirama's nostrils flared and he huffed.  Honestly, he didn't like either of those options.  It was bad enough that Hashirama would be going without him.  But, as much as he hated it, the Aburame were the best and most neutral option outside of the Akimichi.  The Hyuuga and Uchiha were about as at odds as the Senju and Uchiha had been.

"Fine," he growled.  He wrapped his tail over his ankles to keep it from lashing in annoyance the way it wanted to.  "But if you bring so much as a cricket back I will string you up by your ankles."

Hashirama laughed his full belly laugh.  "You know, you could always talk to them about your bees—"

"I don't need their help."  Tobirama sniffed.  "And I certainly don't need their insects interfering with my hives!"

[abirddogmoment]

Rory's first session with steadiness training and she's crushing it!

[sevensoulmates]

No I absolutely agree with you on them not hooking up but like I was seeing people want it and I’m like no absolutely not as well

Like I get why people want it, it's because they want buddie so badly. There's going to be an obvious time jump (idk how long) but it's probably not far enough into the future for Buck/Eddie to be ready for that yet, even if they are drunk. Besides, I want to see all of buddie's development ON SCREEN. I don't want those precious beginning moments hidden away in time skips or scenes we just have to infer happened.

What COULD I see happening? I could see them having some tension-filled moments. Maybe when they're in that stage of drinking where you're loose enough to be a blabbermouth, but not drunk enough to be sloppy? I could see them flirting and not really understanding that what they're saying/doing is flirting.

I could see like, Eddie leaning into Buck to talk or something, and Buck getting visibly flustered. I could see Eddie being touchy and Buck getting a bit too into the touch without noticing. I could see their eyes looking at each other with something unspoken, some sort of tension when they're seated or standing too close. I could see their heads leaning towards each other (not necessarily to kiss) but just because they're always leaning towards each other and there's a convo happening with their eyes but neither of them really understand what the other is saying because they wouldn't normally say it if they weren't drunk.

I could see Buck's eyes lingering on Eddie just a tad bit too long, and Eddie not noticing. Or maybe Eddie does notice, and maybe he lets his eyes wander a bit too but just doesn't realize what it means. And it's The Hagover parody so I assume it means they're gonna forget a lot of this stuff anyway. So it might be a safe time for them to really look at each other without the danger of having to acknowledge it sober. Buck maybe having to pull his eyes or hands away but still not understanding why he craves touching Eddie's skin, but also knows that it's wrong to him for some reason.

These are the kinds of things I could see at the bachelor party that would be so extremely telling, and would not involve them kissing or hooking up.

[sodrippy]

need to start work Now bc you cant waste time you dont have!

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Girls Are Never Gone

a girl does a summer internship with the historical society cleaning up an old estate where a girl died 30 years ago, so she can investigate it for her ghost-hunting podcast

she’s a skeptic who privately thinks she’ll be able to find evidence of non-supernatural, but weird things start happening to her and the other two girls in the house

spooky lake & creepy dolls

bisexual diabetic MC with a service dog, f/f

[clandestinegardenias]

First draft of my VegasPete University AU is complete and we’re clocking in just over 31,000 words, y’all. And it fucking SLAYS. 

[crymeariveronceagain]

i was in class the other day and my professor said that for novels that were released serially, a lot of times the tension is kept up by ending every chapter on a cliffhanger, so you have to come back and keep reading in order to find out what happens

and ladies and gents, that's how i found out that writing multichaptered fanfiction is a lot like writing Les Miserables or Bleak House or Little Dorrit.

[rook-of-the-woods]

crunchy peanut butter enjoyers, theatre kids, people who have those weird little white dogs with crusty eyes, french apologists, cancers, people who sleep to music, people who drink their orange juice with pulp, people who complain about the cold, yoga enjoyers, people who cry easily, mayonnaise haters, pistachio ice cream enjoyers, tea drinkers, people who shower in the mornings, fanfiction writers, people who exclusively use tampons, bath enjoyers, tiktok users, people who can fall asleep easily, and anyone with a 100% win streak on wordle

@nerdicorntheshipper @notsoscarystudios @nymphoutofwater @get-spatterlighted-idiot @eviltoxicmosssauce @ballroomfitz

DO NOT INTERACT: crunchy peanut butter enjoyers, theatre kids, people who have those weird little white dogs with crusty eyes, french apologists, cancers, people who sleep to music, people who drink their orange juice with pulp, people who complain about the cold, yoga enjoyers, people who cry easily, mayonnaise haters, pistachio ice cream enjoyers, tea drinkers, people who shower in the mornings, fanfiction writers, people who exclusively use tampons, bath enjoyers, tiktok users, people who can fall asleep easily, and anyone with a 100% win streak on wordle

[cld-n]

first time the tailgating actually got to me that i revved up sm to get some distance like genuinely leave me tf alone

[priyarussian]

[kooriicolada]

About Tension Update

my plan was to have an update for y'all for the holidays/christmas, but due to some health issues I haven't been able to work on it much. Which sucks because I'm only like, two or three scenes from finishing the chapter out.

I'll just keep plodding along at it and hope I can get to it sometime soon.

Thx as always for waiting for me.

[chososprettyprincess]

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ toji who gets NASTY during sexual intimacy like FILTHY. (freaky ahh old man 😒..)

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ penetration, toji is a soft dom, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading actions, cum playing and eating. (TOJI IS A 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚.)

» warnings - ⟡⋆˙ sexual themes.

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toji who is a certified freak and a retired whore.

toji who is driving his well built hips into you in doggystyle over and over again with no stop.

“mphp- fuckkk baby.. you’re doing so good” he said literally fucking you into stupidity as his pace saw no stop.

you were there, face down in to the pillow ass up as toji abused your sweet, smooth, velvety walls.

“t-toji.. slow downn..” you whined as he did slow down a bit but he just chuckled.

“what happened? you said you could take it” he said chuckling and slamming into you even harder.

He kept pushing his fat and veiny cock in your slick hole over and over with a thumb in your rim.

all you could do was moan out his name in pleased whines and whimpers as he stared down at you with that smug lazy grin.

his cock was decorated with a nice creamy ring at his base as he was leaking pre-cum even inside you.

your stomach felt warm and all mixed up. “t-tojii..” you moaned as he had his hand on the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

“mhm baby? you feel me in your stomach..?” he asked as you nodded quickly as he just let out a chuckle.

“good.”

you babbled and mumble out a string of i love you’s as he had a fistful of your hair pulling your head back.

your bodies were sweaty, the room tension was so fucking sexy. the sheets under you were stained with past releases.

your legs started twitching and squirming as he moved his hands and kept them still. “calm down baby.. relaxx..” he said with a lazy tone.

he lifted your head up snd started slamming into your uncontrollably while groaning loudly.

your orgasm came as your body jerked as you creamed hard on his cock as he frowned.

“aweee.. do i gotta teach you how to squirt baby..?” toji asked as he kissed you. “hold still..” he stated.

he plunged his fat tip into your hole one more time before releasing you into you. he released so much.

he groaned deeply and slowly pulled out his now limp cock which still was HUGE?

“uh-oh.. it’s leaking out babyy” he said as he leaned his face down to your pussy before he started eating you up and pulled away.

“let me clean it out okay..?” he said groaning at the taste of his bitter release and your sweet release.

“fuckk..” you moaned as you were glad you weren’t that sensitive as he ate you out.

“gotta clean my sweet girl’s pussy..” he mumbled.

[dilfosaur]

well i haven't spilled my guts on tumblr since i was in college but it's the platform that's felt The Most Mine thru the years, so

let's talk!

i've had a huge chip on my shoulder that i wanted off before the year ends. very bad professional experience to follow

so firstly to get ahead of the speculating, i'm not naming names or anything. some of you will puzzle out who i'm talking about, but please don't bother anyone especially not on my behalf. i've worked hard to distance myself from them the past few months. shit happens, especially when you're a dumb bitch (that's me!)

but also this person was someone i considered a close friend and it makes me uneasy to possibly direct backlash at them. "then why post about it" bc i did intermittent work for them for over a year. this is just about that. so hear me out

basically it started off fine. i initially did some commission work for good pay, then was invited to become more involved with their team. unfortunately as i became more involved with their operation it became more disorganized over time. projects started then forgotten, constantly shifting schedules, lapsing communication between roles, confusing financials, and often inconsistent if not late payments. during mid 2023 i was doing colorist work, sometimes on a one day turnaround (all while also preparing drawfee's summer merch launch). the payroll wasn't set up correctly so i wasn't paid for that work for over a year (more on that later), tho to be fair that was largely my own fault at first as i just didnt realize the payments didn't go thru lol

i always consider myself decently capable of separating friendship and coworker-ship; i run a company with 4 wonderful friends, going strong for almost 5 years. that didn't really work out in this case. by early this year our friendship was on the rocks; work issues fed into personal issues and vice versa. so as the rest of this shit plays out, we had just had our first "big fight" which i felt very bad about and added to all the upcoming tension

a huge point of friction was the fact that i really wanted to work with them to make a music video for one of their songs. i've always wanted a chance to make a music video, was confident in a concept i came up with, and even did some concept art for the idea. everyone insisted they loved the concept and that we should do it, but we kept pushing it back for various reasons. it ended up becoming a huge sticking point for my frustrations, which i tried to express productively. TLDR, we eventually got around to discussing it seriously around april.

i planned to ask for $4000 with negotiable add-on for the whole project, which was my Friend Discount price. i was offered a contract for $1000 flat rate, as they insisted that was the only budget they had for it.

don't ask me why i signed it lol. i didn't even counter offer

there was some girlmath to it: i wanted an extra 1k for a student scholarship i provide every spring and well, there it was. but if i had to guess, i saw it as something i just couldn't back down from any more. i caused these folks- my friends- a lot of problems bc i dug my heels in so deep to chase this project, so fuck it we ball

i had about 4 months to solo a 3 minute music video. they wanted it done in august so they could release it before summer ended, bc "it was a summer song". to be fair i was asked if i needed them to pay for anything extra like assistants (which i would have to find and manage) but i was so immediately overwhelmed that i didn't wanna slow down to wait on that process lol. there was very minimal communication other than brief progress check-ins every few weeks. i did everything for that project myself: the original concept, character designs, storyboards, layouts, backgrounds. i even did the editing/compositing for the final cut of the MV. the only favor i did myself was limiting the amount of it that was actually animated to simple loops and motions. hardly my best work but it was work still done

i did it all in between my full time job. i ended up having to take nearly a month away from most of my drawfee duties (with the support of the others) to make the august deadline. i only ever asked for a 3 day extension (notice given about a week in advance, around the same time i was given the final song file lol). i finished the music video at 6am on the final deadline and recorded drawfee the next day on 2 hours of sleep

but it was done, coolies. the team was very happy with the final product. honestly, without getting into it, those were a very emotionally taxing 4 months. on the professional side, i regretted agreeing to the project and especially for the dogshit rate they offered. i felt like a hypocrite- as someone who always wanted to advocate for younger artists demanding their worth in a world that's getting increasingly hostile toward creatives, i failed myself

so when i met with the manager to discuss the release plan, i told them to do whatever worked best for them as i only had one request: i wanted my credit removed from the project

tbh... like... lmao this dramatic bitch right!! but really, i decided that bad practices only breed worse business. friends or not, it was unprofessional of me to accept such a low paying job so i just didn't want my name used in association. everything felt so muddled to me and i was just really tired at this point

the manager was very understanding and then offered that i could be paid more. they said that their team "was surprised" i accepted their low rate and they would be happy to up the amount. this confused me as the initial budget seemed pretty set and at no point between april and august was i offered a better rate. i knew these guys weren't made of money. so, i declined. i didn't want to put anyone out of their means over work that was already done and agreed upon. but more importantly, i was over the whole thing and didn't want to prolong the project with a contract renegotiation. i just insisted my name be removed

they decided to use a pseudonym (which i was fine with) so they could create a story about a character who made the MV (this sounds really convoluted but i don't know how better to put it without getting specific, sorry). that way if people asked about the credit, they could speak comfortably about it without signaling that something went wrong behind the scenes. ok, kind of a silly narrative imo but whatevs. and maybe this is where i finally went truly wrong but. yolo i guess

i gave the name "D. Smithee", D as in dilfosaur and Smithee as in Alan Smithee. look it up for fun film trivia ig! was it passive aggressive of me to reference that in this context? yeah, honestly. but i thought it was kinda funny and really not that deep. if it was a problem, i have other real, non-cheeky pseudonyms i regularly use. the manager accepted it and all i had to do was wait for them to post the video and i could leave the whole experience behind me

a week later i received a message from the manager that my pseudonym had been denied by the rest of the team bc one of them got the reference. fair enough lol. however, they decided that rather than ask for a different name, the were going to make one up for me that they liked and would "fit the [story]", without asking me

and that! is when i finally snapped!

i was so tired of giving them concessions at this point and having a credit made up for me without any input from me felt genuinely violating and unethical. i started to Panic bc of how stressed i was, and asked for my overdue payments (aka the $500 still owed on the MV, and the colorist rate from a year prior that was never paid even tho i reported it in january) to be scheduled ASAP as i was leaving the work discord immediately

i finally told them off for exploiting me throughout the months while i kept trying to just be nice and finish my contact cleanly. in return i was told that it was unfair to say that as i agreed to everything- i accepted their cheap rate and denied further payment so that was all settled, and it was ok to change my credit without my consent bc i "said they could do whatever with the release". i called bullshit, ended the convo as kindly as i could, and cried lol. they agreed to ditch the pseudonym and just give no credit. that night was the last i heard from anyone on that team

and the real kicker?

august came and went. then september, october... and they never released the music video

and i don't know why, because i was never contacted about it. i've been removed from the picture entirely i guess. 4 months and boatloads of stress. just. up in smoke. i don't know what i expected honestly

it's hard to not take everything that happened personally and as done in bad faith. i really do, honestly. i've had plenty of shitty deals in my almost 10 year art career, but it hits different from people you saw as friends. but to the point of "why not keep it private", i have never felt so disrespected as a professional as i did this past year. i can toy with money and credits and other formalities all i want, but my work- my ideas, my labor, my effort- is still so important to me. i felt like the biggest idiot for doing so much work, pouring so much of myself into a piece for someone's use, for what has amounted to nothing

but more importantly i hated myself for undervaluing my work, even if initially i thought this person was a trusted friend. money is not really an issue for me- drawfee is my main job and i am fine and comfortable. it's so important to pay artists appropriately but i often undersell my own work bc i value the collaboration and passion between creatives more than the reward. i think a lot of artists tend to feel the same, and it often makes us easy to take advantage of. it's so difficult to find the balance between passion and making a fair living, and i think there's some shame within ourselves when artists choose to prioritize that passion

i wanted to finally get all this off my chest bc i was ashamed of every choice i made. things like this happen all the time i'm sure and hiding these mistakes only make it easier for it to happen to other people

tldr always value your work and protect your passion from people who just see it as a product. and don't give cheeky pseudonyms i guess lol

(and again pls don't bother anyone involved about this. a lot of chaos has left my life as i moved past all this, and this is me closing a door without opening new ones hopefully lol)

this shit was truly

so ass.

but i'm moving past it now

but on a nicer note. outside of all of this nonsense, i made lots of good memories this year. i'm truly so grateful to the many wonderful people in my life who keep me going even when i fuck up big time!

and thank you to all of you strangers who, despite everything, give me the time of day. especially if you read this whole thing. you're a real one :')

happy new year!

[conditioned-to-obey]

I want to sink my teeth into your shoulder as I rut into you. Feeling your tight cunt throb as the dull pain distracts you from my fingers sliding between your thighs. Rubbing your swollen clit in time with my thrusts, grinding the tip into your g-spot just because I like the way your pussy tightens and tries to suck my cock in deeper.

"don't even think about it, cunt."

You beg me to slow down or else you might slip over the edge and cum without permission, might ruin your weeks of meticulous edging. I know. I keep going anyway.

I know it's hard. I'm pounding your dripping cunt too rough, sucking bruises into your flesh between my teeth. I hump harder into you, wrapping my arm around your throat to pull you down onto me.

The image of you in my head has blurred into something else. Now you're nothing but this. This drooling, tear stained, sobbing mess. Fucked out, eyes rolling back. You're not a person anymore. You're a puppy in heat. A human fuckdoll. A living Fleshlight that squeals and drips and spasms around my cock.

Funny enough, "don't you dare fucking cum" grunted into your ear is what makes you gasp and shudder. Your body releasing weeks of built up tension and frustration. I feel it too, you gushing around my cock. You came without permission, just like I wanted you to. Didn't it feel good? Being bad, breaking your streak, losing control like a feral little animal? It's pathetic. I'm addicted to it. It's okay, you can blame your failure to control your desperate needy cunt on me.

I know, you just couldn't hold it huh? Shush now, it's alright. It was so intense huh? That's why you're quivering even as you beg and apologize over and over. You're so cute, how can I stay mad at you?

Not to worry, doll. We'll just edge you for even longer next time. It takes time to get used to these things, after all.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

DEADPOOL loves squirting. He’s vocal about most things, but this gets him excited like no other. Fucking up into your cunt like his life depends on it, he knows his tip is brushing that sweet spot inside you that edges you closer to his goal. He can hear it in the pitch of your voice, see it in the curl of your toes suspended in the air, his baby’s gonna squirt—all over him. “Fuck, yeah. Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s what I want- you know what I want.” he’s encouraging you through it, watching it build as your nose scrunches up, your elegant brows furrow into a twisted knitted mess on your skewed features. That long lethal length of his plowing through your gooey pussy, shoving wet drooly sounds out of you. “C’mon- c’mon, baby. I see it in your eyes, don’t be shy. Give it to me—that’s right, give it to me.” Your hole clenches, fluttering as the tension breaks, pushing out a hot spray of squirt as you cry out. He moans with you, loud and relieved, a chorus of release as you squirt pours out of you and down the front of his pants. “Yeah, baby! Yeah, that’s my girl!” Spurts force out of your convulsing body, aided by his bolstering heartiness, dribbling down your inner thighs as he slows his plunge into your poor pussy and using his dick to massage your insides. “Oh, that’s my pretty baby… Gettin’ me all wet.”

[amaranthinespirit]

roommate!simon riley when your vibrator dies before you can finish, and he offers to relieve that tension

your feverish body splayed across the bed, covers thrown into a heaved pile surrounding you as a thin layer of sweat coats your skin and dampens the sheets under you. pathetic gasps of desperacy slip past your lips despite the thin walls as you pressed the vibrator against your sensitive clit.

you could feel the buildup in the bottom of your tummy, the heat of release that pooled slowly rising and threatening to spill over. your legs bucked, your whole body trembling in desperation as your other hand squeezed your breast. strings of muttered pleases escaping your pouty lips.

it was right there, you were about to wash over—to drown in the sweet snap of that taut knot in your body. you pressed the tiny, bullet vibrator harder against your abused clit, hoping it would give you the release you so desperately chased after.

until it died. it wasn't a gradual slow down to let you know it was on its last moments—it just stopped.

you whined in frustration, feeling the orgasm about to wash over you all too quickly drain—after it had taken you all this time to build it up.

you were panting, body still trembling as another groan escaped your throat. you tossed the vibrator carelessly across the room, hearing it thud against the wall as your hands came up to cover your flushed face.

in the next room over, simon had heard the little whines and gasps you had let slip by, smirking whenever his name would reach his ears. he had heard you for months—the walls were thin—but he had never decided to act on anything.

it wasn't like he wasn't into you—because he was and he was in his room, fucking his heavy cock in his right hand pretending it was yours. it never worked—his hands were far too roughed and calloused compared to your soft, delicate skin.

but he never had the opportunity to approach you about it—until now.

when he heard that noise of frustration fall from your lips, the light thud against the wall, a knowing smirk teased the corners of his lips.

he pushed himself from, adjusting his sweatpants as he did so before he landed in front of your door.

he knocked—he had some decency after all—but he didn't want long for an answer before pushing his way in. he didn't know what he was going to find—well, he had an idea—but boy, you surprised him.

a choked gasp flew from your lips at the knock, not even getting the chance to at least cover up by the time he was standing in your—now open—doorway.

you had sat up so fast, it was dizzying, but you brushed it off as you tried to tug the covers over your bare body, but it didn't help they were half falling off the bed and slightly heavy.

his gaze traveled appreciatively over you, shamelessly staring at your slick covered thighs and glistening pussy, a damp spot on the sheets below you.

you yelped as you noticed his staring, clamping your legs shut as you attempted again to cover yourself—each tug at the blanket was like a fight for an ounce of dignity. you weren't sure you had any now.

your chest still heaved, body flushed and slightly pink with reddened skin over your left breast. you swallowed thickly, stumbling over your words as you avoided his gaze, "what...do you...you need something?" you finally managed out.

his brow quirked up at your question, humming as he examined—analyzed—your movements. movement made of embarrassment and shame to be caught like this.

"dunno, luv," his voice was dangerously low, and gruff. he cleared his throat, slowly stepping towards the side of the bed, "looks like y'might need sumthin', hm?"

he stalked towards you like a predator, his eyes dark and half-lidded in a way that made shivers run down your spine and your pussy wetter.

he chuckled as you shook your head. he could feel the embarrassment radiating off of you as he stood right beside the bed, the side you didn't occupy.

the bed dipped with the weight of his knee, his body heavy against the springs as he bent over, a hand coming to your bare hip. he watched the goosebumps ripple from the touch of his calloused hand.

his other hand landed on your knee, slowly prying them apart as he hummed lowly in appreciation of the sight of your soaking cunt, glistening under the low light of your room.

his hand slid your knee, down your thighs until he rubbed two fingers down the center of your pussy. the slick collected on his fingers as they glided through the folds with ease because of your arousal.

"hm, you sure about that, luv?" he teased as he heard the pathetic moan that you tried to stifle slip past your chapped lips.

he brought his thumb down against your clit, swirling over the oversensitive bud before pinching it between his fingers. he huffed out a chuckle at the mewl you let out.

he teased your slit, barely dipping his fingers against your walls before pulling them away to slide through your folds while he continued to tease and bully your poor clit.

he watched the way you became a mess under his hand, no doubt getting wetter by his hand than with the vibrator he spotted thrown by the side of the wall. he nearly laughed at the sight of the small thing, his finger practically the size of it.

don't worry, you were better off being taken care of in his hands, by his fingers as he brings you to release by just toying with your clit.

and he'll give you more if you let him.