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coffee-at-annies · 6 months
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For the first of the warmups videos, @podcasts-8-my-heart told me to post Jarry unedited and Ren seconded it so here’s Jarry unedited.
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ok with the short story title reveal i think the featured duo is ianthe and pal and it's the fight in her head in ntn. pal being the titular unwanted guest in her mind etc. not sure mercy and camilla make sense and anyways as much as i want it i doubt we'd get another short story set basically at the same time as As Yet Unsent. now that i'm thinking about it gideon squared shouldn't be possible because i'm pretty sure by the time gideon was in control of harrow pyrrha had taken over for g1deon?? so no way they could have communicated unless g1deon didn't actually die fighting the rb and he interacted with kiriona in the river or something
teacher and john could still be a possibility cause i think the title is vague enough that it could apply to something during the period canaan house was occupied (and i would kill for a short story set at that time....) but i think it best fits for ianthe and pal which frankly i am ecstatic about as someone who thought we had gotten the last cam or pal we were ever gonna get
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sunnibits · 11 months
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we need to kill and bury the idea that love is a limited well. love is a deep pool that never empties. love is a cycle like a fountain. love is like a river that empties into an ocean that feeds a river that feeds an ocean. love is like the old grass that dies to feed a deer which dies to feed the new grass. if you give love it will be given back to you. how could I ever run out of love when I give it to the same people that produce it in me. love swells in me endlessly whenever I watch them smile. their laughter is the sun and I will feed them the fruit they grow in my chest and they will smile more because I have given them love and I will feel the sun in me again and the vines growing around my ribs. energy may be limited but love is infinite. love is in everything. I love love and I love loving.
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shiroselia · 11 months
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Just because I’ve seen the discussion going around and whenever we talk about if SSO is “worth it at all” in any capacity the cost of it fucking always comes up, and while I obviously have opinions on the larger debate I don’t really care atm to comment on it, but I Will say something about how people seem to think SSO is uniquely utterly completely fucking ridiculously expensive compared to, eh, whatever it is we’re comparing it to actually I’m not entirely sure, but TLDR is:
It isn’t.
SSO is not uniquely expensive. It isn’t even like ridiculously priced either for that matter. And let’s also remember that what is “worth it” and “priced fairly” is incredibly fucking subjective and in a society where costs wildly vary depending on where you’re looking and from who you’re buying, there really is no such thing as a “true fair price” because even though there is “objective” ways to value things, they are usually never followed because that’s not how to capitalism like a true capitalist. And that goes no matter the industry.
But here’s the thing. Video games cost. This has always been the case. Every video game is expensive to some degree to someone. And as I said, expensive is incredibly subjective and contextual, but considering that around 60€ is standard for most games these days (especially if they have the company attachment to “justify” that price), SSO isn’t unique in its pricing. It’s average as hell. “But Manda!” you say “Aren’t every other 60€ or above game made by way better game companies like Nintendo?!” Well. (Actually no but that’s a whole other tangent) That’s partly brand attachment, not quality assurance. See for example the Switch era Pokémon games, that all cost Atleast 60€. They have gotten their quality justifiably dragged through the dirt ever since the Switch started having Pokémon games, and Yet people buy them even though they’re an absolute disgrace of a game development mess to anyone who cares to research that. And yet people buy them. Because it’s a Nintendo game (brand recognition) and a Pokémon game (brand recognition). And also because some people geuinely do not think they’re bad. Even tho they “objectively” fucking suck ass. Yet that’s considered a justifiable price and people buy it. So just because something is priced a certain way doesn’t mean it reflects its quality. Especially not if you can get away with convincing people you’re worth that price for other reasons. So at the Very fucking least it’s not an SSE-made strategy, it’s just capitalism.
Second of all, SSO is an MMO. And anyone who knows anything about MMOs the genre know that SSO is both incredibly unique and also like. hella standard with this. Because here’s the thing. SSE are losing themselves money. And I’ve said this before because it’s true, and I’m literally a case example of that myself. So here’s the thing, MMOs usually work on a subscription payment, that’s standard. You buy a subscription and pay monthly (it’s usually monthly) and you pay a smaller (usually) sum every month. SSO has this too, but where SSO is unique (as in non-standard, not alone) is that they a) have more than just a monthly subscription and b) allow a single purchase subscription. This is what is formally known as “flexible payment options” but really it’s just “When do you wanna pay and for how much?”. But here’s the kicker, this is why you can’t really go “SSO is expensive because of lifetime” because if you’re planning on investing in SSO fulltime then you’re really just buying any other game. And also, Not Everyone Pays For Lifetime. As I said 60€ is average as fuck. But you have Options. You Can pay like. Idonno exactly how much but like 11€ for a month if that’s better. But it’s not worth it in the end, longterm. It’s probably better if you don’t have the funds to make singular high-investment purchases, which some don’t, and for them that’s more worth it. But as I said, it’s more expensive in the long run, and that’s why SSE even Allowing us to buy lifetime is a) a good thing for consumers b) terrible for them. It loses them MAD money. Myself as an example: I’ve played SSO since 2011, I bought lifetime in the summer of 2012. I’m still playing 11 years later. And I haven’t payed a single subscription ever since. My lifetime cost SSE the equivalent of 6 monthly subscriptions. I’ve lost them like. over 100 monthly payments since?? So basically what I’m saying is that for an MMO SSO is actually pretty cheap, especially considering that there’s people who have invested the same amount I’ve invested in SSO in other games, and spent Way more. But I’m not saying SSO is cheap, because a single 60€ purchase *is* too much for some people, but it isn’t uniquely so and there’s no such thing as a real objective not worth it, that’s a personal opinion, not fact.
Really I’m just saying that if you’re gonna use SSO’s price against it you should really be considering why you think that’s a Unique Bad SSO Thing, and also what else you’re willing to shill out for in the same price range. Especially if you’re an older player with a few years on your resume.
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whiskingskin · 3 months
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Something I've heard over and over and over again from my genderqueer friends about testosterone is that they're terrified to start, cause it'll make their anger?? Worse?? Maybe it was me finding myself In a body more comfortable, or me already being in therapy and conscious of my emotions and their impact but. Being on testosterone made a lot of my emotions feel more manageable.
Testosterone doesn't make you angrier. Testosterone doesn't transform you into this man-beast that yells at everybody and is suddenly horny all the time. Testosterone doesn't affect your problem solving skills, your people management, or your lack of foresight into your own anger like?
If you're routinely blowing up at the people in your life then yeah. Yeah, testosterone might make that action feel a bit easier and wilder. But if you, you know, acknowledge your emotions and allow yourself to experience them without taking them out on other people... then that. Won't. Happen.
You will never be able to control your emotions. Never ever ever. But you CAN and WILL control your reactions to these emotions.
Idk where my rambles were supposed to go but. Testosterone doesn't make you an angry person. You might BE an angry person, just on your own, and that's fine. What's not fine is taking that anger out on others and blaming it on testosterone. You're not the victim, you're just a dick.
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masonscig · 1 year
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Writer Rant: Am I the only one who finds it kind of strange how many people are complaining about how the detective didn't have a choice but to join the agency? Like I totally get thinking its too soon (I personally expected it in book 4 at least, so I have no issue with the opinion it should have happened later in the series) but there's been multiple posts I've seen of people saying they're upset that choice was forced upon them/the 'no' option didn't work, and I'm kind of wondering what they expected? Idk I feel like there's this growing trend in the IF/COG community where people are mad that they can't go completely against the status quo of the story, but like...there's a difference between taking away choices for the protag/taking control out of the players hands and some plots just *needing* to happen in order for the story to proceed as intended, especially when they relate directly to the protag and their environment and not a mostly offscreen situation like the aftermath of whether Sanja survives/the treaty is signed in Book 2.
The detective being a full time agent is a major development and would effect most if not every agency/station related scene going forward - if saying no was a legitimate option that carried over as a major choice, Mishka would basically have to write a second version of each subsequent book to account for the differences until they finally join. Not allowing that to be an option isn't taking away the players choice because it was *never* a choice to begin with, its a set part of the plot already. I get the frustration of it maybe not being the most in character, but the author in me wants to scream that it's not on the author to adapt their story to fit each OC every time, especially when that OC is made to intentionally break what 'should' be happening. For all the legitimate criticism about book 3 that I've seen, this is the one that I genuinely Do Not Understand unless there's just a lot of folks in the fandom without experience writing longer, connective works, because they either don't recognize or respect just *how much* would have to change going forward based on that one call.
i completely get where you're coming from, i really do, but i have to disagree with some points here
i think that the reason people are upset is because mis/hka has like. stripped the agency (haha no pun intended) from the mc but it doesn't quite feel as intentional as she wanted it to be – (idk if i'm explaining correctly bc it makes sense in my head) let's say you're playing with an mc that has little to no agency points, they've fucked up majorly at every stat check (murphy got away, sanja died, falk didn't sign the treaty, falk was hostile, fucked up at the auction), and they're scared of supernaturals? in what world would that qualify the mc for an agency position?
if you're thinking "okay well, maybe it's because the agency is trying to keep a close watch on the mc" – okay, well, mis/hka isn't going to flesh out the idea of the agency being evil or even explicitly morally grey. she's said herself in asks before that the agency are the "good guys" (i don't feel like looking for it lmao if you do, godspeed. there's a lot of asks to sift through) – so the choice just doesn't make sense unless she's been playing the absolute longest con and they'll be revealed to be the true antagonists in the end.
if they are, i'll record myself a jean jacket with no sauce :) xoxo
but like others have said before, mis/hka is writing this series as a utopia of sorts – the mc is a fucking cop, working for a federal agency. and they're presented as the good guys. that alone means that any weird things that they do are going to be pushed aside and blamed on an "individual" rather than the "structure" itself, if that makes sense. (an option available towards the end of book 3 depending on what route you're on is being able to erase bobby's memories if they find out about supernaturals. a cop? possibly forcibly suppressing a journalist? yeah. no thought put into that option.)
what i'm getting at is, she's stripping the choice to join the agency from the mc's who don't want it, and similarly, from what she's shown us, it's not going to amount to anything, because she doesn't seem to criticize any of the systems she's established in a larger sense outside of the mc's dialogue. so if that doesn't matter, then what are the mc's working towards? <- this is a rhetorical question, food for thought if you will LMAO
sorry this is all over the place, but to tie it all back together, i think that yes, if your oc doesn't fit the universe, i completely agree – you can't blame the author for not fulfilling every fantasy you have about the series – but similarly, i think that if mis/hka is giving us the option to make mc's who are untrustworthy of the agency, it's her job to follow through with that to some degree. and that means not just pandering to mcs that love their job, love being a cop, love supernaturals, love the agency, always pass stat checks, etc.
all of my thoughts are based on things she's said about her own story, and how i think that contradicts some ideas she may be unintentionally setting up.
but again, i totally get where ur coming from – branching stories are difficult, i just think that if you're going to offer options in a story, then choices should matter, and they feel like they don't in b3. i get that things need to happen in order for the story to progress, but some of these choices the mc is able to make feels like dead ends? like it's not going anywhere
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one thing about archival research that i love is the way in which it shows that the mundane has the capacity to be profound and incredibly significant. for my most recent research project, i had to wade through official documents, photographs, transcripts, newspapers, etc. but there were also the bits and scraps of paper left at the end of a journal. there was the corner of a lipstick stain on an envelope, a fragment of a grocery list; a smudge of ink where someone's hand brushed against the paper before it had time to dry. and there's this deep sense of kinship, of looking at the love poem written on the back of a napkin—the story one woman tells to another in the hushed moments of the evening—and going, oh. i know you. i have never met you, but i understand you. our hands touched the same surface, read the same lines. everything, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, holds memory and value and weight. you are etching lines into the fabric of time simply by existing. and some day, one hundred years from now, a student might come across your scrawled note to your friend, or a sticky note reminder for a therapy appointment, and hold it in their hands and feel time stretch on like a silver thread before them
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5eraphim · 6 months
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posting this here instead of main bc i like to keep my writing stuff here,
i stopped attaching songs to fics bc i was sick of being like "who the hell is gonna listen to this?" every single time i included one. i like using quotes a lot more to be honest bc its a much more effective to give the reader a peek of the story's vibe
but usually id wait till the last moment to pick a song to attach, or i'll pick a few and decide ever everything was written.
usually i sort of let the prompt marinate in my head and think of one scene i really wanna write, or some kind of specific dialogue interaction
before starting the draft i write out an outline in longhand in a notebook and include notes on the margin abt content warnings and what dirty stuff i wanna add. (im sorry this is very cumbersome and weird but its the only way that makes sense to me)
also i sort of break the outline into chunks and usually end up starting the fic somewhere in the middle to write the part i care about the most. and then kinda skip around and hope for the best when i get to editing.
in my experience if you write smut, or explicit content, you really gotta force yourself to write it in one sitting. ive found its so hard to write the endings to dirty scenes if i cant quite remember the feelings i started with, if that makes sense?
examples of scene inspired fics:
solly getting his boots kissed in hunting party
not gonna lie when i read the request for nuthin' personal i knew right away i wanted sniper to use jarate to "rub a little salt in the wound" if you know what i mean
trypanaphobia, or more generally using a phobia against you to force cooperation (upcoming story)
examples of dialogue inspired fics:
Engie's "so you think i'm the selfish one" interaction from birthday cake
scout's ma talking about what scout's been through and about how he was growing up, why he gave up on wanting to find his father talk from puppy eyes
basically all of doomer medic's lines in heaven waits. like i basically wrote his lines at once and went back to add the other half of the conversation and narration. i usually like to write dialogue first then fill in the narrative blanks, but ive always write every character's dialogue together (bc thats what makes more sense) but heaven waits has been the only acceptation.
i cant write chronologically to save my life so i like to let whatever sparks my creativity the most to start. writing long hand helps me visualize what scenes are gonna be the longest/ get a general idea what the beginning middle and end are gonna look like.
also writing longhand is good when u have ideas at odd hours of the night u wanna jot down and remember rather than using notes app bc the notepad's not going to irritate your eyes like a screen would. i think that deserves a shout out.
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lee-hakhyun · 1 year
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chapter 568
alright. oh my god. what is this. less of my personal thoughts and more a summary of my favourite parts because i cannot think straight about this just putting down whatever comes to mind here,
starting with THE ENDING
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the side stories are being uploaded LIVE? AS HE'S LIVING THROUGH THE SCENARIOS? is this how he's able to see people comments when he uses his skill? who is uploading these chapters? i. do not know how to think about this
but before that bombshell of a chapter ending, we have jung heewon! lee hakhyun's 'cheon inho rehabilitation project' is immediately off to a bad start as soon as he tells heewon his name LMFAO there's a reader with her, the nicknamed [judge heewon] from 554-555, who had been warning heewon about cheon inho now how does lee hakhyun convince this guy that's he's NOT cheon inho? by looking at his comments. and then publicly sharing them in front of jung heewon.
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they talk it out after that, and judge heewon's new name is kyung sein when asked if he's going to sell food like kim dokja, he called kim dokja insane and decided to give out food for free (good for him! slander kim dokja some more!)
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and the next sentences, lee hakhyun's continued exposure to the forgotten extras of the scenarios, of the characters orv never focused on
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the cheoldoo group changing, maybe?
finally, there's lee dansu looking for his daughter. i hope he finds her <3
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devondespresso · 10 months
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WIP Wednesday!
Tagged by the epic @stobinesque​ ✨
THE RULES
In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.
Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.
That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!
WIPS
1. Steve Henderson AU
2. The Claudia Henderson Canon Character Masterlist
3. Dustin season 3 Funko (tiny!)
4. Chrissy Cunningham Funko
no direct tags today because anxiety is nibbling on my forearm as we speak but if you wanna do this consider this your official tag!! 🕺
SNIPPET
on today’s episode of The Steve Henderson Au, I finally figured out i want to actually start the fic! Im basically writing alongside canon for the first few chapters to establish everything and then the plot diverges after the season 2 finale (before epilogue). So this snippet is timed around episode 3 of season 2, after the Halloween fight and confrontation during gym but before meeting Dustin
Tommy kept grilling him for “breaking up” with Nancy, verbally poking him with a stick trying to get him to do something and especially in the showers where he couldn’t escape the conversation. He seemed obsessed with getting some sort of reaction out of him for it, insulting everything and anything about the relationship to get a rise. It wasn’t fun by any means, but Tommy was at least clueless enough about their past year together to have anything really solid or true to work with. They didn’t even actually break up yet, they’re just fighting right now. Meaning every attempt at a sad bachelor jab missed by a mile.
And thank god for that. 
Though hearing “breakup" over and over didn’t exactly make him feel better about where they were going, he wasn’t about to correct him and let him know where it actually hurt.
The rest of his classes played out like the first two. During lunch he hid in one of the private rooms in the library to avoid another conversation with Nancy. He needed time to think, work through all this shit, and cool down. 
He has a right to be angry, he thinks. It's normal for couples to say i love you. It's normal to want your girlfriend to say she loves you. It shouldn't be so hard to say it, even just to lie and say it to get him to drop it. She couldn't even lie about it.
And she doesn't remember that night at all. She remembered him being mad about being drunk, like he wasn't just trying to be the responsible one for a change and keep her from a blackout. 
And she thought he took her home. Did she mistake Jonathan for him while drunk too? Its like last year all over again except he fuckin asked for it this time.
Maybe she just hesitated because she really doesn't remember anything. And it's her first time drinking so she's confused and not used to having whole hours missing. Maybe that wasn’t her playing dumb face but her actually confused, caught off-guard face.
Or maybe she just didn't care.
He just wanted the day to be over.
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Been spending time the last couple days, walking back over old paths/shortcuts/haunts, remembering what happened where. Noting which trees have grown, which are missing, which are young new upstarts.
These are places I still dream about with regularity – some have been paved over, becoming housing estates, schools, dog parks.
Others retain a hyper-realness straight from memory, as if I hadn't been busy doing life elsewhere for the past 12 years – as if I hadn't been numbly sinking in quicksand homelessness for 3 to 4 weeks/that felt both longer shorter than that/but who's counting anyway?
I'm returning in a couple of days, to a new home within the margins of my adopted home, hoping I can make a better go of things this time around.
My heart longs to find some sort of stable footing, to no longer feel a tourist/stranger/outsider, to stay in one place long enough, to exist outside one room; to let myself be seen and held still long enough for my dreams to be staged somewhere new.
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welcometogrouchland · 2 years
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"aaaand he's right behind me, isn't he?" Is an overplayed joke but I think ppl are focusing too much on the joke out of context like. It's not the line itself that's the problem, I've seen this joke done well, the problem with this kind of overplayed quip is when assembly line blockbusters use it as a substitute for actual characterization and thought out jokes with set up and pay off.
Like I saw an article that described the Russo bros dialogue in their latest film as feeling like placeholders for funnier jokes meant to be added later, and that's very much what "and he's right behind me" is being used to represent in the recent wave of memes parodying it and movies that feature it- it's dialogue that could be funny in the right context but reads as annoying, insincere and overplayed because writers and directors employ it just as a way to
a) self parody in a way that creates distance between the film and the audience- which is distance from criticism, yes, but also distance that halts all investment and identification between the story and audience
and b) make their job easier at the cost of quality. Because "he's right behind me, isn't he?" Is a tried and true joke that doesn't tell us anything about the character saying it other than "they're meant to be funny and sarcastic and likeable" in the most generic sense of all those words
because a blandly likeable protagonist is easy to write, and they want things that are easy to write so they can put them on the assembly line. Which is frustrating but I do understand it's mostly a product of corporate monopoly and strangling studios. I'm sure most of these writers would like to make something better but just. Cannot be bothered to when the film is guaranteed money based on brand name clout alone AND they have to deal with execs who micromanage projects that fall under their 'brand'. Why write jokes that feel specific to the characters you've created, or engineer characters with comedy in mind? Thats too personal and gimmicky and high effort- slap a one-liner on them and now you've got the human equivalent of a palette cleanser when you flit between summer mega movies. Except every meal is a palette cleanser, and in the end, it tastes like nothing at all.
#ramblings of a lunatic#sorry i just. saw something that annoyed me#where they judged the quality of a thing (admittedly a thing i like so I'm very biased here!) by the fact that they personally felt#that it was the kind of show that would include a ''hes right behind me isn't he?'' joke#and it's like. i get what you're going for and other parts of your post are more coherent in your grievances#(you think it's generic)#but like. idk i just feel like turning specific lines that are overplayed but ultimately neutral on their own-#-into shorthand for ''generic and bad'' is like. gonna be unhelpful in the long run#idk feel free to add on to this with expansions or anything you think i got factually wrong if i did say something completely untrue#just like be civil yknow. like i have good faith for the ppl who follow me don't get me wrong I'm just. not in the mood rn for tomfoolery#this is highly unedited and i might wake up tomorrow and find it incomprehensible or just. poorly articulated#but for now you're getting my moaning and groaning as is. o natural babey#Anyway yes- mega blockbusters made on an assembly line are bad and they produce bad movies.#But it's less to do with a couple individual words that appear often and more abt the conditions surrounding their production.#it's why i keep calling them assembly line blockbusters#to the person who once compared the mcu to cinematic fast food...hows it feel to be so deeply correct#(fast food good sometimes and I have nostalgic favourites but by god it cannot be all i eat or I will get very sick)
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awkward-smirks · 1 year
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gooses-trenchcoat · 2 years
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fuck,,, the. i. *deep inhale* i went on the mermaids website (if you don't know somehow, mermaids is the big trans charity here) and they. it's just so supportive. but. i was reading shit and watching a video about a 14 year old kid and his mum just. accepted him. and i don't get why there are some people out there who are like that and then there are people like my parents. where i can't even tell my friends because i'm scared, actually scared, that it will get back to my parents. that i know without a shadow of a doubt, with evidence, that if i came out my parents wouldn't just not accept it, they'd outright just not believe it,, me. they'd think i'd somehow been fucking,,, brainwashed by the internet or my friends or like i don't know,, they'd probably think i wasn't a christian since that's where this whole thing stems from, they'd make so many assumptions and at the heart of it would be them not believing that i know my own mind. like i'm insane. like,, yes i am not neurotypical,, which is a separate thing,, but it wouldn't even be anything to do with my actual brain chemistry they'd just not believe me. and that's heartbreaking.
there's no good part to this post, i'm sorry. some people out there are lovely and i want to surround myself with them in the future but i'm a realistic person. i want to be financially supported through university and know i have a place to go home to that at least isn't outright ignoring the things i've said. if i leave them unsaid then i can at least pretend they just don't know. sometimes i wish i could just stay in the dark and not have realised that i'm trans. but just the fact that i did think it and i kept thinking it and even when i go through periods where i think maybe,, maybe i was wrong,, it always comes back to that. i'm trans and i have to keep that to myself, because i weighed up the priorities and being myself lost. i'm so happy for everyone out there who didn't have to do that. i'm so sorry for everyone whose situation is even worse, who fears for their safety or their life were anyone to find out who they are. just because my situation could be worse doesn't mean i don't get to feel bad so,, this is me saying i feel bad. sorry. all i can hope is that tomorrow i feel a little better, maybe.
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sugume · 2 months
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HOLE IN THE WALL — JUJUTSU KAISEN
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( TW ) f!reader. sex work. unprotected sex. praise. dedegration. unprotected sex. creampies. spanking. (Not a gangbang btw, just back to back sex!)
FEATURING. Toji Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento.
authors note. I thought it would be fun to leave the identities a mystery,,,can you guess the order of who is who 🤭 ? I fear this is unedited bc I’m still suffering in bed and hate rereading 😔
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. . . 9:30 PM 
You lay comfortably on the bench underneath you. Well as comfortably as you could. Your boss refused to buy new benches, instead leaving you and your coworkers with these .5-inch foam benches. You’ve gotten used to it, so it doesn’t bother you much these days.  
“Gettin’ your first customer y/n! It’s businessman!” The new girl yelled through the door your lower body was in. You don’t bother yelling back. She’d be long gone by now. You scoot your ass further into the private room. You know ‘businessman’ likes watching your ass recoil against his hips. You perk up when you hear the door open and shut.  
“Hey sweetheart,” Businessman says is a tired raspy voice. “Hi!” You say back, he’s been here so much that you know he fucks better when he’s able humanize the ass hanging out the wall for him. 
You feel his rough hands fondle with your ass. You shake a little, earning a small laugh and pinch. “So perfect.” He groans and within a few seconds you feel the rubber covered tip of his cock head at the entrance. He pushes in slowly, and your grateful your last I lent used a bit too much lube, leaving you wet enough to take businessman’s cock without much struggle.  
“Fuck yes, waited all day for this pussy.” He grunts, hands gripping your hips. He pushes in and out at a slow pace, he likes savoring the feeling of your tight pussy. You moan softly at the feeling of his cock sliding against your walls at the gentle pace but that gentle pace soon turns into the rough fucking you’re used to. The type of fucking only a stressed man who wastes his money and sex shop could give you. You moan louder, his cock hitting all your soft spots.
“Want you to come with me alright?” He brings his hands around to your clit. He rubs harsh circles into your clit and after being used and denied orgasm for so long you're coming in his big cock as he fills the condom. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so good to me, so good.” He rambles and you respond with small thanks You's
. . . 9:45 PM 
Several minutes after businessman gently shut to door you hear the door open. Men back-to-back which you’d usually be pissed at but after that orgasm your relaxed enough and it’s not like you have a choice.  
“Ha! So, this is where he goes after work?” A man says in a deep voice, albeit childish tone. “And I thought he was innocent! Hello? Is this real?” The man pushes a finger into your ass as if he was expecting to feel silicone. There goes your good mood.  
“Hi, yes I’m real and that kinda hurt!” You say loud enough to pass the drywall that covers your upper body. The man laughs and you can feel his breath on your ass, it feels like he’s close enough to look through the curtain your ass hangs out. “Uhm—you aren’t allowed to look through that sir!” You stutter, ready to yell for the faux security to come get a rowdy man out. 
“Sorry! Just wanted a sneak peek!” He laughs, standing back up and silently admiring the view of your shiny ass. He brings his long hands down and starts rubbing all over your ass. You roll your eyes; his dick better be decent. 
“Does the man that came in before me come here a lot?”  
“I can’t tell you that.” 
“Pretty please?” 
“Do I have to call security?” You grumble.  
“Sorry pretty, can a man not talk anymore? Where the lube—oh there we go, now let me—” The man does something you can’t see before suddenly shoving his too-long dick into you. You scream into the bench. 
“Oh fuck, so fucking tight.” He grits out as your pussy clenches hard around him. “Should’ve paid extra for no protection.” He whispers to himself before pulling out of you. He pushes back in before his mushroom head could leave your warm pussy.  
You moan louder than you have all day as he continues to fuck you with his long cock. He’s fucking you so good, tip hitting your cervix that you feel your pussy start to pulse around him. You’re about to cum again. 
“Fuck, pretty, come on my cock.” He slams into you, hand going down to claw your hips. You open your mouth in a silent scream as you come on the cocky man’s cock.  
. . . 10:37 PM 
You settle back onto the bench, bladder empty and stomach full of the lunch box you packed for yourself. To wake yourself up, you had to splash your face with water a few times. The back-to-back orgasms those men had given you were enough to lose all the energy you had before coming to work. As you settled back in you mentally prepared yourself for the full night you had ahead of yourself. Back-to-back orgasms were unheard of here, you were lucky, and doubted it would ever happen again. The door slams shut, for cling you to stop thinking about those men. You lie on the bench and look at the concrete wall to the side.  
“Missed me girl?” The older man grunted, and your heart skipped a beat. It was him. Your favorite client. He hadn’t been here in so long you thought he might’ve been killed or sent to jail. You knew he wasn’t the sanest man out there.  
“S-sir?” You hesitantly ask, calling your favorite client by the nickname he loved.
“Mhm.” He answers, heavy hands coming to rub and fondle your pussy. You feel your face heat. “This pussy miss me? Miss actually having orgasms in this hell hold?”  
You answer him with a lie, he didn’t have to know you were still coming down from two orgasms with cocks that could rival his.  
“Knew you did girl, but I', back. Gonna give this sweet pussy the orgasm it’s been craving.” The man pulls out his cock, thankful he was able to scrap enough change to pay for unprotected sex with you. He just had to not come inside, or else he was banned from every location in the city. He runs the tips all over your ass and pussy, before shoving his cock into you. You dig your nails into the sides of the bench as his fat cock stretches you. Not even the other cocks before were this girthy.  
“F-fuck sir!” You scream when he slaps your ass. You clench around his cock, not wanting him to pull out.  
“All these damn cocks and this pussy is still this tight, fuckin’ A.” He grunts, slapping your ass as he thrust in and out of you. The sheer force of him has you coming so hard that your vision goes black for a second before returning when he hits a particular spot.  
“That was fuckin’ fast girl. Gonna make me come.” He grunts and brings his hand down fast and hard. The sound of his smack echoes in the empty room. “Wish I could come in this pussy.” He grumbles before pulling out. He first his fat cock before getting an idea. He brings the tip to your entrance, not pushing it in, and empties his load. You gasp and the feeling of his come spurting all over your pussy. You should be screaming right now, if any of his come had gotten into you, you could be pregnant. But inside your pussy thrums at the thought of this older mystery man leaving you with nothing but his child. You wish you weren’t on birth control. 
. . . 11:01 PM 
The man didn’t bother cleaning his come off you. Instead, he said he was leaving it as a parting gift because he didn’t know the next time he would see you. You were too fucked out to clean yourself off, so you left his cum just as he left it. Smeared and dripping off your pussy.  
When the next man came in you didn’t even care that he was about you fuck another man's come into you, you found it hot. He didn’t though. 
“Can’t believe my best friend sent me here to look at a used pussy.” He spit out and you tensed. 
“Huh—” 
“You heard me, matter of fact I was just told that you weren’t allowed creampies? Going against company rules now? Fuckin’ slutty bitch.” He snarls and brings a hand down to pinch at your swollen clit that peaked out your lips. You whine. 
“Think I might go out and tell, I don’t wanna use some stretched cunt.” His twists and pulls at your clit. 
“W-wait please don’t do that, please.” You cry, you were going to get in trouble with your boss if this mean man said those lies. Your boss always believed the words of so random men and he would take some of your check out. “I’ll do anything, please, don’t.”  
“Nah m’gonna tell. After I’m done with this pussy though. Already paid for you, might as well get a feel,” he tells you, as he unzips his pants. “Now be quiet, holes don’t talk.” The man degrades you as he shoves his cock into you. You cry at the burn. The only thing helping is the other leftover cum he shoved in you. 
“Fuck he was right; this pussy is too tight.” He grunts hands bruising your hips with how tight he’s gripping. You cry into the bench as he fu is you like he hates you. “Isn’t that crazy? This pussy gets used all damn day and yet it’s still this tight. What all the cocks you take too small or something’?” He slaps your ass. 
“Oh fuck, m’gonna come in the sweet pussy. Gonna give you that creampie you aren’t allowed. Gonna fuck my come so deep into this pussy it’ll be dripping out of you for days.” His grip on your hips tightens, and you scream into the bench as he comes deep inside you. “Fuckin’ hell that was good, might have to come back tomorrow. Say, you let me come inside you tomorrow too I won’t tell your boss?” 
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kissforyouu · 5 months
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Heyo ^^ could i request bf jungkook that won’t stop squeezing and slapping his gf’s butt >~< and today’s my bday 🎉
your boyfriend won't stop touching you !
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pairing : jungkook x reader
genre : established relationship , fluff , touching
warnings : basically the entire ask 💁🏽‍♀️ , perverted jk , this is rlly rlly short 😭
a/n : HEYY happy birthdayyy :) hope u like it! sorry if i posted this kinda late🥲
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ting! ting!
you rise up from your chair, giddily walking in your kitchen to take out the new batch of muffins you had just made.
you put on your oven gloves, taking a small glance at your fully baked muffins still in the oven. you bend forward, pulling the oven door down to grab the hot tray. taking hold of the tray, you pull it out of the scorching hot oven—
slap!
"what the fuck, kook?" groaning, you turn your head around to look at your boyfriend who had his hand on your ass cheek.
"i almost dropped the tray. watch what you're doing." you glare.
jungkook's lips form a pout, but continuing to rub your ass cheek.
you huff, turning around and settling the tray on your kitchen counter. jungkook stands behind you, maintaining a close proximity.
you carefully pull out the cupcakes from the tray, placing them on a plate. you grab the pink icing you had made earlier, beginning to frost. meanwhile, jungkook had his chin resting on your collarbone while his hands fondled with your ass.
mm, you didn't mind. in fact, you push your cupcakes and icing a bit farther, then leaning forward to lay your upper body on the counter and give your full weight to it. next thing, you stick your ass out, giving jungkook room to do whatever.
a sound of satisfaction leaves him, hands immediately flying to palm both your cheeks. jungkook rubs his left hand on your hip meanwhile the other presses his thumb hard onto your cheek.
his fingers caress the inside of your right thigh while the other hand wraps around your waist, his body leaning into yours, crotch tightly pressed against your ass and his chin on your shoulder. jungkook also squeezes your thigh, nails digging hard onto your flesh really hard.
"ow, kook! that hurts!" you try to wiggle yourself out of his grip. but too bad, your boyfriend is too strong.
"i know you secretly like it." he mumbles, patting the now probably reddened area a few times, then rubbing it and scratching it with his nails.
"you're so annoying, baby." is all you say before you finally free yourself from the strong man's grip. grabbing onto the now iced cupcakes, you happily walk to your living room that's right in front of the kitchen.
sneakily, but not so discretely, jungkook manages to deliver a hard slap onto your right cheek. you jolt up, glaring at him as you sit on the sofa, settling the cupcakes on the coffee table. jungkook takes his usual seat next to you then leaning forward to grab one of your cupcakes.
"pretty." he murmurs at the cupcake, then shoving the entire cupcake in his mouth. you giggle, leaning in to wipe some of the icing off his lip.
"you're so messy." you lightly tap his lips, "see! here too!" you wipe the icing off his cheek, then putting your icing covered finger in your mouth.
"messy, huh?" jungkook smirks, "you're one to talk." he cockily smirks.
fuck him. you look away, embarrassed, knowing exactly what he's referring to.
you grab the remote to switch on netflix and play some random show. you look at jungkook, who's munching on your cupcakes, as you slowly crawl your way upto his lip. your head was on his lap, lips formed to a pout as you just let yourself relax to jungkook's caresses on your head.
he strokes your hair, massaging your scalp while rambling about some story at work. you listen to him in awe, unaware of the hand that's creeping it's way towards your ass.
realisation hits you the moment you feel his hand separate your asscheeks through your booty shorts, hand dipping in between to cup your clothed core.
"kook! you're a freak!" you shout, slapping his thigh to get his attention. your boyfriend fake moans instead, giggling in between as he leans in to give you a few kisses.
"mhm, of course, baby."
you roll your eyes, turning your upper body to the side so that you'd be facing the television. jungkook leans forward to cuddle his upper body and your body, head resting on your arm. he'd plant small kisses on your arm in between the show.
he just loves you so much. your personality, face, body. the way you talk, laugh, smile, cry, yell. jungkook was in love. and utterly obsessed with you. and your ass.
you feel his pointer finger and ring finger sneakily hook under your shorts to pull it up, pressing the material tightly against your core and making your ass bare. you moan at the small friction on your clit.
you could quite literally feel your boyfriend's silly smirk. you just wanted to rip it off of him. but he's so right. you loved it when he touched you.
the rest of the evening was spent with the both of you cuddling on the sofa while watching TV (and jungkook's hand constantly squeezing your ass)
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