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nouearth · 9 months

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poolside banters.

dick grayson x male reader.

summary: it's your final day at the summer resort, and dick has a way to end it with a bang.

wc: 3.4k. warnings: resort!au, explicit smut, blowjob (r giving), handjob, frotting, thigh-fucking, public exhibition, humping, body worshipping, muscle worshipping, established relationship, playful bantering, daddy!kink, big dick!dick resort owner!dick, thwaites!dick.

a/n: finally done with my dick grayson smut! it's been so long, and this has been in my drafts for a while. i've been so busy, but i finally came around to it! ahhhh, i hope you guys like it! it's something new since i've been inspired by a certain video (ahem) on frotting.

Large palm trees sprouted beneath the clear sky and bristles danced in pursuit of the mellow jazz that played from stereos. The summer was cooled by the gentlest breeze, and you could hear the wealthy patrons collectively ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ when the flame of their bodies began to simmer from a hard boil.

Across from you was the vast beach that swallowed the rays of the sun, glistening every pulp while visitors joyfully soaked within the dewy radiance. It was a scene straight from a feel-good film, and you couldn’t help but reflect the smile of fond memories onto your own face as you kicked back onto the lounge chair by the pool.

The crowd around you was sparse compared to the beach-goers. Most preferred the finite space of the pool to keep their children in close proximity, while others, like you, preferred the light the sun gave out when they read a novel.

Jesus, he’s messing with you! How many times are we going to get back together with this douche?! You scoffed and turned to the next page of your thriller novel after flushing the character’s irrational decision to return to their toxic partner with a soda.

Upon noticing the orange hue cast over the paper, you figured the next chapter would be better saved for the airplane ride back home. You slotted your bookmark in between the printed pages and set it on the table at your side, finishing the rest of your drink with several fizzy gulps.

“Quick dip before we head in?” Dick’s voice startled you and you inhaled sweet bubbles that started a coughing fit. You turned towards him after catching your breath, laughing when you’ve become infected by the light sound of your boyfriend’s chuckle.

“Oh, so now you want to swim?” Your hand reached over to shackle his dangling fingertips with yours and then hopped off the lounge chair and onto your feet. Quick tugs pulled Dick up, freeing him from the slumber that had captured him hours prior.

“I told you I prefer swimming with no one around!” He was awakened to his senses with a yawn and an overhead stretch, pushing his broad chest out and capturing the cast of light in the process. “Peaceful and quiet, and it’s not like they—“

“—can kick out the owner of the resort, I know, I know!” Your teasing always put Dick in a jovial mood, and he thanked you, like always, with a kiss when you pulled him up. As if he read your mind, or rather scorched his hand against the beating warmth of your skin, Dick slid your button down off your body and tossed it onto the chair.

“But I have a feeling there are limits, y’know!” You continued, leading the short walk to the pool. He stuck behind you, following and listening close with his arms wrapped around your waist. “There has to be something they won’t tolerate.”

“Tolerate?” Dick hummed, letting hands roam around your shoulders and arms first, and squeezing at the firm skin to relieve you of the muscle tension you’ve been complaining about since the airplane ride. “We should test out to see how much they can tolerate then.” Then his hands cascaded towards your bottom, cupping a handful of clothed flesh, but with the way Dick had kneaded your ass, the swimming trunks mind as well had become part of your body.

“Hey, hey—“ You jolted at the sudden touch, then cowered back into his hands because with an arch more; you’d embarrassingly expose how easy and quick it was to turn you on. You could hear him snicker into the back of your neck, a grin spreading wide, and you reached back to swat at his hands.

“Dick, there’s people…” Your voice trailed off as you looked around, because everyone had gone back in now. Was.

He persisted, the begs only made him curl his fingers deep into your mounds in a similar way he had done to his stress ball. Red; the color of his ball; the color of his frustration when shipments were delayed; the color of assault when he goes out on nightly patrols. His chest rose and pressed against your back and when you reached back to hold his forearm, affectionate and loving; the red burned a lovelier hue.

Dusk was settling into the sky, and all that was left was you and your boyfriend, and the pool that greeted you in a harmony of gentle waves. He squeezed your bottom, then hips in response, hooking his chin over your shoulder to peer at the solitude.

“That never stopped us before,” The positioning of his hands circled to the front of your trunks, and then past the waistband when the tent seized his hand. He wrapped his large hand around your length, squeezing softly as it grew into his palm, and you sighed.

It was always easy to give into Dick.

“Restaurants, parking lots, public bathrooms,” He began listing, remembering the fond memories with his own tent aiding his memory, twitching and prodding your bottom. “…clothing racks, back of the bus, during my meetings—“ Your cock grew harder into the gentle motion of his hand, into the memories that was more so evidence that you and Dick should be banned from traveling in public, pumping you into the familiar stiffness until your trunks felt like they had shrunk when Dick pulled his hand out.

You bit back a groan at the loss of friction, the mesh net of your trunks merely providing sufficient builds to your pleasure when you squeezed and rubbed at your tent.

“Noticed how all of those times didn’t start with me? I don’t know how you get horny so quickly—“

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Look at yourself right now!” Dick defended with a playful sputter, grasping you from the front suddenly and giving your cock a tug.

“Yeah!” You gasped, then laughed when he pushed you back into him, and his throbbing bulge. “Once again, you started it!” Teasingly, your hips pushed back in nonchalant swirls, masking it as a sway of dance while his hands were still kept around you.

“And?” He pushed forward, burying a groan into your neck while you swayed. “I always finish it, too.”

“True…” While your head leaned back onto his shoulder, peacefully swaying under the approaching night, you reached back and snuck your hand down his trunks to feel the source of the constant prodding at your bottom. “I can attest to that.”

“Fuck…” His voice lowered into the side of your neck, clutching at your hips as some kind of control to keep him from fucking wildly into your fist, even if you had tempted him with the tightening of your palm.

Dick grew heavy into your hand. You stroked the weight until it sank deep into your skin, until your wrist exhausted itself, until you were frustrated by the confines of his trunks.

“Back to the chair?”

Dick catalogued the surrounding area. Palm trees barely obscured windows, columns of the thick material enforced onlookers to hide behind them. The risks abound with every scan across the vicinity, yet the feeling of adrenaline surged through his veins, turning back to you with a hankering smile.

“We’re here to test their limits, aren’t we?”

“Fuck.”

“Look at me,” Your eyes swept from corner to corner at every little sound that set an alarm of panic, overriding Dick’s voice. It was quite comical to him, watching the caution in your eyes ignite with every blink while your hand soldiered through, stroking his cock by the pool-side. “Baby.”

“Hm?” After foraging the area clear, you casted your gaze upwards to meet Dick’s doting eyes, and the pain on your knees was suddenly more tolerable.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Even though you were always more hesitant to the idea of public exhibition, and Dick’s constant teasings of being caught didn’t exactly help, it always ended smoothly. His hand fell down to the back of your head, petting slow to placate your worries. “I promise.”

“You never know! I just don’t want you to get fired, or worse… open a press conference with an apology, and I’m joined by your side or something.” The thought made him laugh, then a sigh replaced the echoing sound when your lips wrapped around the plump head of his cock, sucking and laving your tongue around the glans reminiscently to the rhythm of the gentle pool waves.

“I did warn you that we’d be together every moment in life.” Dick sucked in the cool air as you took more of him in, freezing a moan into the walls of his throat. You held the base, covering the first few inches of meaty girth with spit and love as you sucked the salt and musk off of him, cleansing Dick with your wandering tongue, and the heat of his groan was enough to melt the ice block.

“And I’m not turning back.” His cock hung over your face when you unfurled your hold around him, kissing the throbbing flesh from the tip to the sticky underside of his length, then to his balls, where you enveloped the heavy sack with sloppy sucks.

“Mm.” His hips pushed forward and his palm on the back of your head gently applied forward in a silent want to bury his spit-covered sack onto your face. They rolled and dragged across your features with the help of his grasp, and you stuck your tongue out in case it needed a new glow from its endeavor.

Pulling away, you took him in again by inclination. His cock sank into your mouth deeper, and your hand wrapped around the girth that never had the fortunate to have met your tongue. You sucked, bobbing your head up and down while your fist swiveled in pursuit of your lips, coating Dick’s thick cock with the remnants of saliva that your tongue had left.

“Fuck, baby…”

Dick’s hand had left your head now in favor of supporting his habit of crossing his arms behind his head while you worked at his cock. You’d notice it when he felt overwhelmed, stressed, de-stressed, pleasured, or maybe all of the above. Either way, it made your heart jump ten-folds because it made him all the more alluring—pornographic, if you had to be lewd.

His biceps caught onto the light, flexed when you began playing with his balls while you continued on shoving him down your throat. The light highllghted the muscles that you’d find always yourself latching onto when you crossed the street, when you slept together, when he was frustrated with work, when he’d fuck you into the couch, when you’d ride him on the patio; it was your comfort and seeing the muscles flex under the light, you’d wish you had appreciated it more.

Him, more.

Several moments later, you pulled away to catch your breath, but before you could do so properly, Dick pulled you up onto your feet and into a kiss, where he whispered his gratification in between soft and doting swipes of his lips. “You suck me off so well, fuck.”

“Yeah? Am I a good boy, then?” One arm twined around his neck, while your other hand dropped to jerk your aching cock, playfully slapping it against his own cock in between sessions before pressing a chaste kiss to his full lips. “Daddy?”

His breath hitched, eyebrows cinched a wrinkle in between, and his face lit up when the words that had come out of your mouth had rendered properly.

You and Dick always liked to try something new every now and then, to add more heat to the flame of your endeavors together, and today was the day you’d let your fantasies come alive. Stemmed straight from one of the novels you’ve been reading during the trip, it was quite ludicrous but your boyfriend didn’t have to know that.

“You’re an extremely good boy, baby…” His forehead leaned onto yours and he stared into the light of your eyes, harboring it for himself as he took your cock into his hand and stroked it to the accelerating pace of his heart. “And since you were such a good boy, how do you think daddy should reward you?”

“Hm…” Your mind ran across many thoughts, but then fell silent upon realization, breaking character when you whispered as if there was an audience watching your performance. “Babe, we don’t have lube—“

“Oh shoot… what about the sunscreen—“

“Dude, did you not read that post about this guy going to the ER and having his dick numb because—“

“Okay, so no sunscreen…”

“Oh!” The lightbulb above your head flickered, and you grinned, pulling him close again as if there wasn’t a brief intermission prior. “Ahem, well… there was something I’ve been wanting to try…”

Dick pressed a laugh into your lips, half-kissing you while a grin remained as you had his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?” His hand maintained the blood flow to your erection, stroking and thumbing the head at times.

Your shoulders rolled back from the tender touch and in midst, took Dick’s cock into your palm and pressed it lower, to where you stepped closer to him, flushed against his chest and Dick held you stable now, and released once it cushioned snug in between your thighs. Your cock pressed up against Dick’s pelvis, and your arms twined back around his nest while his was anchored around your waist.

“A good boy who’s able to suck cock well, and think on their feet. How did I get so lucky?” He softened another chuckle into your lips, where you inhaled him like oxygen, and fused your affection for each other into one when he began thrusting, slow and short to keep your cock confined against his pelvis.

“I think you’re just rubbing off on me, if I’m being honest.” Your nose pressed into one another as you held each other impossibly close, buckling into each other’s bodies as Dick sandwiched his thick cock in between your pillowy thighs, your own cock throbbed and dripped with thick pre-cum as it pressed to his body.

“Well, I’m definitely rubbing something.” His hands dropped to your ass, where he began kneaded at the mounds as he stabilized his position into keeping a rhythm to his thrusts. His thick cock rubbed in between your thighs, and he’d groan when you clenched around him, restricting his movements to mere bumps.

“Shut up—“ You could feel his pre-cum spreading thick along your flesh, and you squeezed once more to pull another delightful sound of him, another drip that layered on your sweaty skin.

In midst, you held his arms tight, admiring his muscles whenever they flexed as he fucked into your tight thighs until he breached through with several desperate plunges, moaning when the cold air met the slit of the sticky head. His body was your rock, your support, as you thrusted your cock over his pelvis. It slid and pressed into his skin as you thrusted, finding a rhythm of Dick’s own hips, and your bodies collectively move together like a dance. Humping each other like animals when you felt close, then slowed at an excruciating pace to a symphony of moans into the night air.

“Fuck me, daddy— fuck.” You begged into Dick’s lips, hissing because you felt your cock become swollen than before, beating red at the tip as if he was the cause of this pleasurable allergic reaction. You humped him desperately, rubbing your cock against him while allowing your thighs to stick to Dick’s large cock like glue.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you…” He pressed into you, harder and deeper. It was unfulfilling at first. He wasn’t exactly fucking into anything, but he loved the control he had of your body in this position. Dick clutched into your ass, separating and squeezing the mounds as he maneuvered your body to his liking. “Taking my cock in any way you’d like…”

Back and forth, Dick pulled your body into his and met every plunge of his cock in between your thighs. Occasionally, he’d pull farther for a change of pace, rubbing his cock against you for a brief frot. The stimulation seized drips of pre-cum to layer upon your cock and Dick’s for a slimy friction, mutually gliding over one another. The two cocks mingled, caressed, and slid while you two held each other close until Dick took it upon himself to cushion his cock back in between your thighs and began fucking you again.

Breathless, Dick fucked into your thighs while desperately holding onto your body in fret of letting you, as if he wasn’t the one in control. His nails sunk deep into your ass, but you only took it as his love for you, wearing the indentation like battle scars while you humped into him. Your balls fit the curve of his cock, rolling over the ample shaft with pride, and you rubbed Dick’s chest. Broad, sweaty, and muscular, pinched at his nipples, and then tugged because you needed him close.

Closer than before because you were close.

“Keep fucking me—“ He slapped your ass once, growling into the open-mouthed kiss, and you jolted into him, fucking your cock against his pelvis at a snappy rhythm. Your thigh clenched from your stance, providing Dick a confinement that was a nightmare to breach through, but when he did, it was incredibly fulfilling and eye-rolling, slipping completely out to repeat the cycle as the addiction for the brief catharsis had only been building.

Moans deposited into another’s mouth, swallowing and taking each other in with complete rapture, and then withdrew when your chest swelled and stomach pumped with a familiar feeling that had been accumulated through dry-humps and desperate yet intimate endeavors.

“Dick—“ You choked out, clutching onto his shoulders, then his hair, then his arms, because your legs felt weak, wobbly like spaghetti noodles, like all the strength had been lost in your calves when you thrusted for the last time, and relieved yourself in heavy, thick ropes. “F-fuck, fuck!”

A shudder in midst of Dick’s eager and continuing thrusts, you shot cum all over his pelvis, stomach, and even aimed high enough to have stain his chest. Tremors surged, and Dick held you close to keep them confined, but to also selfishly reach his own heaven as he neared his climax within seconds of watching you in awe, emptying yourself all over him.

“Baby, I’m going to come—“ His lips collided into yours for a messy kiss. Tongues chased pink flesh after pink flesh in pursuit of the sweet taste of one another. Swiveled and swirled while Dick violated into you with his big cock, mingled with either sides of your thighs, bruised your ass with his hands, glued his chest to yours with your cum; all of the simultaneous friction built his stomach to bubble in a powerful acclamation. He was as breathless as you were, shaking the haziness in his vision as you fed into the fog with your touch and voice. You stroked his chest, squeezed them, then his biceps, and then his toned stomach, made him feel loved and worshipped as you moaned at the mere sight of his muscles flex and pulsate as his high approached.

“Oh fuck…” Dick delivered several more thrusts into your thighs, you held them close to prevent an opening, before spilling and shooting his thick seed all over your soft yet toned flesh. One load shamelessly came after another, pulling multiple moans out of Dick, and you swallowed them all as you felt yourself layered thick and warm with his cum from beneath, bathing in them as if it was the summer sun. Throughout his climax, your hands maintained its wander, easing the tremors that sent Dick’s body into subtle jolts and goosebumps with cascading warmth and affection, and then kissed him once more, like you always did towards the end.

“You always make such a mess.” Lethargy quickly crept over you, and you practically pushed all of his weight into Dick’s arms as your muscles almost gave out, yawning, but the sticky and thick cum uncomfortably dripping down your legs kept you alert.

“You seriously cannot be complaining.” He scoffed, stepping back so you would get a view of how drenched his toned body was, kudos to your loads.

“That’s just sunscreen—“

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. and if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like! feedback is also much appreciated!

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violetrainbow412-blog · 10 months

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Wearing pink [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x bimbo!reader

word count: 2.7k

request: Hear me out... Spencer introducing bimbo f!reader to the squad! 😭🩷

A/N: Honestly, I had never written anything like this and I hope it is the correct idea of a bimbo. I based her on some TV characters, so (if you're a fan of this type of reader) I hope you like it!

“Baby, you're so nervous,” Spencer giggled, listening to the click of your heels from one side of the apartment to the other to check that everything was in order.

“I'm not nervous, I just want everything to look nice” you complained. Your gaze went to your boyfriend, who was wearing an elegant suit that you had bought for him last month, and you noticed that his tie was a little crooked. You immediately went in front of him and your hands acted on their own to accommodate it, as they had done so many times.

It was the first time Spencer's unit mates would see you and you wanted to make the best impression of all. You kept asking if the dishes looked good, if your skirt was smooth, if your hair was combed, if your makeup looked good. And each time he just smiled and nodded, recording how precious you were.

Honestly, the fact that the team found out about your existence was mere coincidence, the result of an unfortunate event that ended up unmasking Spencer. He had spent the night with you, since the cases had kept him too busy the last few weeks, and when he left the room, he only gave you a kiss on the forehead so as not to disturb your sleep. Although he wasn't very hungry, his body was in desperate need of coffee, so he opened your cupboard for something to take back to the office. Everything in your kitchen, which you hardly ever used, was pink, lilac, or any pastel variation of a few others, so it was a relief for him to find a single black thermos. Without paying much attention, he took it, poured the hot liquid, and then walked out.

There was no case, yet, so he sat down at his desk after waving to Morgan and Emily. He felt his phone vibrate and he thought it was a message from JJ, but he found that it was you who was contacting him.

Hey, are you leaving without saying goodbye?

He smiled inadvertently and apologized saying that you looked so pretty that he hadn't wanted to disturb your calm. I could almost imagine you blushing from your soft bed.

Okay then. Good luck today, handsome.

Love u xx

"No way! Are you a plastic girl?" Garcia yelled, from his partner's side. Spencer jumped a little when he heard her and it seemed she had caught everyone's attention.

“A what?”

"Your cup" the woman stretched out her hand to pick up said object and showed it to the rest: it had a bright pink print, with some images of a blonde girl and various objects, including a text written with something like newspaper clippings. which enunciated Burn Book.

"Where did you get that, Reid?"

"Who is she?"

“It's Regina George, from the movie Mean Girls. You don’t know her?" Prentiss muttered and at first, he immediately denied it.

“On Wednesdays we wear pink,” Garcia quoted, hoping he would have a clue, and again he showed he didn't know what they were talking about. But after taking a closer look at it, he suddenly remembered that he had looked at a poster with her somewhere in your room and it all made sense.

“When I took it, it was black”

"It's probably one of those magical cups that reveal the image with heat"

“Thermochromism?”

"I guess that's the scientific term"

"So where did you get it from? Did it just show up at your house by chance?"

"No, it was at my girlfriend's house"

At that, Emily's eyes widened, Garcia gasped loudly, and Morgan, who inconveniently just took a gulp of his coffee, almost choked on the hot liquid.

Penelope almost took the doctor by the neck to ask him why he had omitted such important information and he only shrugged his shoulders and replied that he had never commented on it because they had never asked.

It didn't take long for Garcia to yell at the missing team members what they had just found out and pretty soon JJ and Rossi were also gathered around the man to find out what was going on. To everyone's dismay, Hotch interrupted almost immediately, and they didn't manage to ask Spencer any questions. And he said it would be better if they were that curious to ask her themselves.

“Reid, I swear you don't even introduce us to that girl I'll never talk to you again” Garcia had threatened him, clearly exaggerating just to convince him.

When Spencer saw you again, he filled you in on the whole situation and asked if you were okay with hosting a unit dinner, to which you happily agreed.

"Everything looks immaculate, you don't have to worry," he assured you, taking both of your hands and leaning in to kiss you.

"But what if they don't like me?"

"What reason would they have for that, huh?" he insisted, holding your face in his hands. He really liked your lip gloss, it always tasted delicious and made your lips look flawless.

"Because they're like mega-cool detectives and I... well, I won't even know what to tell them."

"Let them ask the questions, I assure you they will be dying to know everything about you" he smiled at you, quite confident that the evening would go perfectly. It was the first time Spencer had introduced the team to a couple, so they would behave prudently. Or at least so he hoped.

The sound of the doorbell caught your attention and you practically jumped towards the door to open it for whoever was there, but not before asking your boyfriend for the thousandth time to make sure you looked good. When you opened it, you saw a blonde woman and a bald man who, from Spencer's stories, you assumed were Penelope Garcia and Derek Morgan. They asked your name and you agreed, finishing verifying that it was the place with the presence of your friend behind you.

"Hello! We thought we had the wrong house” she sighed, completely nervous, and Morgan didn't even say hello because he had been stunned to see you.

You were very pretty, generally speaking, you were wearing a white skirt, a tight top, and a light baby pink sweater, plus huge heels that made you almost level with your boyfriend. You were like a model and it's not that he didn't trust his friend's flirting skills, but that you had simply exceeded his expectations of him.

You received them with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while they secretly observed the place. Hotch, Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ soon arrived, in exactly that order, and when they were all assembled, they took seats at the table. Spencer helped you serve dinner, which you had ordered from your favorite restaurant, and pretty soon all of you were eating and drinking the wine that David Rossi had brought as a gift.

Although the conversation had been pleasant during the first few minutes, it was obvious that everyone wanted to ask you questions, quite surprised to see the type of girl you were and how they never imagined that their friend would fit in with someone like that.

"So since when are you guys dating?" Emily murmured, trying to be nice, but also dying of curiosity.

"What will they be now, love? About six months?” you said, reaching out to hold his hand on the table.

“Six months, fourteen days, and seventeen hours”

"He's the mathematician here, so you can listen to him" you joked and the others laughed. The courtship time somewhat dismayed the team, because, although they didn’t blame him, they wished they had known sooner.

"And how did you two meet?"

“Oh, for my dad. Spencer went to give a conference to his police officers in New York a while ago and he asked him for a private consultation on a case that had been giving everyone a headache. When he helped him figure it out, Dad was so grateful that he invited him to dinner so he could meet our family. My parents loved him so I thought of it as a sign and we kept in touch after that."

"Now I understand why he kept looking at his phone and smiling in his spare time," Morgan muttered to embarrass him, like an older brother would, and the team laughed at the memory.

"And who is your father?" Rossi asked. Reid had never mentioned what had happened, but still you seemed familiar to the man, as if he had seen you somewhere before.

“He worked for a few years as a police chief here in Virginia, but now last year he got promoted to the commissioner or something; his name is Joseph Sanders”

You probably had no idea how important that position was to police officers, but they all exchanged glances as if you had just told them that you were the daughter of the President of the United States himself. Rossi immediately snapped his fingers as he winced, telling you that of course he knew your father and that he had seen you when you were a girl of maybe ten years old. The others only weighed in on the fact that Reid was now the commissioner's son-in-law.

“Hey and, no offense, but how did you fall in love with our boy wonder? He's always been a bit shy”

Now it was your boyfriend who was worried that they might make him uncomfortable or point out the clear difference between the two of you, but your carefree giggles put him at ease every time.

"It is enough to see that face to do it, don't you think?" you responded affectionately and the girls smiled at your response.

"Actually, she called me to invite me to have coffee after dinner with her father and although at first I thought it was hopeless I realized that she liked spending time with me and that's why I kept asking her out”

“He was so sweet. Flowers, chocolates, dinners. The whole package"

“Yes, well, it's that I did a little research on the best courtship methods and found common factors like that in most of them. It was only necessary to combine it with the right environment and make some modifications to them so that they were pleasant in front of you. Did you know that in the 19th century it was well seen that men…?”

"Reid," Derek interrupted, as a signal for him to stop rambling, and his friends smiled at the doctor's soft apology.

“Half the time I don't understand what he's saying, but I love hearing him talk,” you said sincerely. He had never taken that as an offense, because, although many people didn't understand his talks about him either, at least you always paid attention to him "I honestly don't know how a person can have a brain of that size"

“In fact, brains don’t vary in size but rather in areas of development, so it is incorrect to say that one person has a bigger brain than another. In such a case, one person has a more developed brain than the other”

The group looked at him accusingly again and he was about to feel guilty, but your lips crashing a kiss on his cheek considerably improved his mood.

After many more questions, everyone was able to realize that you and Spencer couldn't be more than complete opposites. You loved everything that Reid didn't know and he knew a lot of things that didn't matter to you. There were no books in your house, if glossy magazines counted for anything, and Spencer didn't even have a modern cell phone. Your house vibrated with pink and expensive things, while he only cared that there would be a bed to sleep in when he got home. But even with everything you looked really in love and the team wondered how that was possible.

Although you tremendously admired the man's capabilities that wasn’t the most important thing to you, but his wonderful beauty of him. He was someone who drew attention with his eccentricity, that every time he walked into a room he left a mark and someone many women wished they had, which he didn't even notice. And by becoming your boyfriend, without any explicit sense of ownership or anything, he had become all yours.

You liked holding his hand in the streets, you liked that he came to work and the clients were surprised when he kissed you, that everyone said how lucky you were to have found a man like that. Besides, he had passed one of the most important tests: he had your parents' approval, which was usually not an easy thing to come by.

And right now, it seemed that you were winning the sympathy of your boyfriend's family too, because the fact of seeing him so happy by your side was reason enough for them to like you and, therefore, also approve of you.

When it was time to eat dessert, the girls invited you to go shopping with them one day and all the compliments from the men were related to your last name, even astonished that Spencer now belonged to the spheres of high police society. They told you many things about themselves and you, with some effort, tried to take it all in.

"It was a great pleasure meeting you, you can come back here any day you like," you said to say goodbye, once the night was already quite advanced and they decided that the best thing (for the comfort of both the hosts and the guests) would be to leave.

“The pleasure was ours, Y/N”

Just like at the beginning, they kissed your cheek, and one by one they left, giving you kind words of thanks, until only you and Spencer were left.

"How was I?" you immediately asked your boyfriend, who was already looking at you out of the corner of his eye with a smile.

“Perfect”

"You think so?"

"I know it" he assured you, moving closer to you to hold you by the waist and causing your skirt to ride a little higher to the height of your butt "They loved you"

“But can you believe your friend Emily was wearing flats with that dress? It's not right and I didn't mean to be rude by mentioning it, but I died when I saw it” you started to babble, still under Spencer's grasp “And your friend Penelope has such a…quirky style. She wears colors that shouldn't mix, but somehow it looks good on her. And your boss, Aaron, shouldn't wear a suit jacket with a casual shirt. The others were relatively good, but the next time I see Jennifer I'll be sure to treat her to a moisturizer for her skin”

"And leaving that aside, did they at least make a good impression on you?" he laughed. He wasn't upset with you, it was inevitable that you would notice that kind of 'signs of bad taste' as you called them.

“Oh, they are adorable. You can tell that they love you very much, everyone speaks with admiration of you. Even your friend Derek, even though he tried to annoy you every so often."

“Yeah, I'll make him pay” he muttered under his breath, making you smile.

Carefully you reached up to reach his lips with a kiss and he sighed pathetically into your mouth as you clung to his body. Your skin was so smooth wherever he touched, as if you were a delicate piece of porcelain in his big hands.

“I hope you had a good time”

“Of course I did, sweetie. I already told you, you were perfect"

Perfect. You loved that he described you that way.

"Do you have to go home?"

"Probably. Why?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just thought maybe we could go to my room. I bought something new that I think you'll like” you said innocently, while you held him by the tie that you had arranged so carefully at the beginning of the evening. Upon hearing this, he wasted no time and carried you in a bridal pose, taking you there while you laughed out loud.

No one questioned Spencer when he arrived later than usual the next morning, smelling of cherry shampoo and with a suspicious purplish mark, knowing that the only one to blame for that would have to be you.

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Can you talk about the study on tulpas that Stanford is doing? We remember you mentioning it

Sure!

Here is the post in r/tulpas from 2019

The event was 3 days long: 2 for travel, and 1 day for scans and interview.

I flew in in the evening, and caught a university paid Uber to the hotel. It was in the afternoon at this point. The flight from SLC to SFO isn’t a particularly long one, so I wasn’t horribly tired and didn’t feel like crashing for much. I relaxed a bit, and decided to meet up with another mancer in the area, and get a bite to eat. After a lovely talk with them, I headed back to the hotel to try and get some decent rest for the far more busy day tomorrow.

I had previously told the crew that I was more of an evening person, so we had the interview over lunch, and did the MRI scans later in the afternoon. Lunch was at Tanya Luhrmann’s home with Michael Lifshitz, on the Stanford campus. The interview was actually rather enjoyable, and gave us much time to talk about tulpas, the community, and Aly in particular. The interview was recorded by all 3 of us at the table, but the other two also will be transcribing it for better use later. It’s entirely possible to ask for a copy from them, and I might get a transcribed version later, but I have my own copy of the audio at least.

The interview was fairly free form. There were some formulaic questions, much like I received in the pre-study questionnaire. But there were also much more open ended questions, that didn’t have a set destination. More than once Tanya would get excited by a response, and ask more followup question that would end up following one tangent after another. The questions were fairly varied; from the more expected ones like how I found out about tulpas or why I made Aly, to more unexpected ones like trying to describe how specifically Aly helps me. The time flowed pretty quickly during the interview, as I attempted to explain my relationship with Aly and the experience of having her. I think I did okay, but there weren’t really any sort of wrong answers.

The MRI scan was fascinating. Due to scheduling restrictions, my session was broken into two portions. Each portion we focused on a separate task. I’m told that one of the two tasks was new, and I was the proverbial guinea pig, but I’m also told that it was a ton easier than the previous one. I wasn’t going to complain. I don’t want to go into too many details, to not poison the well so to speak, so that people can practice for the specifics of the experiments. The first one focused on mindvoice and possession/disassociation. It was probably the longer of the two, since it was a little more involved than the second. We found the test to be harder than expected, even though we knew a bunch of the specifics since we helped design the test. Trying to stay focused while the machine is loudly buzzing and clicking at you while you’re stuffed in a tiny tube, wasn’t exactly easy.

During this, I also had expressed interest in getting a nice scan to print off later. So after the experiment was done, they happily obliged and got a full resolution scan of my brain and emailed it to me. I plan on 3d printing it later, maybe at scale but I haven’t decided yet.

We then had to leave the lab for a while, since another group had scheduled it, so I was given like an hour tour of campus nearby and we grabbed some smoothies. At this point, I was pretty open to just chat with Michael, the neuroimaging researcher about the study and other plans, including doing an AMA after the data has finished being gathered and starting to be analyzed or published.

The second experiment was purely mindvoice related, and far less stressful because it was more open ended and less constrained in general. We rocked through this one really fast, taking a lot less time than expected. Which people were happy about since apparently this particular one had just been retooled. It was still loud and took getting used to, but it worked out pretty well. At the end of it, who would have thought being in a tube for 3 hours would be tiring. I went back to the hotel, ordered some food and just crashed on the bed.

The last day, it was mostly just check out from the hotel and get ready to fly. Tanya had a couple more questions to ask, and I had nothing better to do between checking out of the hotel and my flight. I spoke with her a little bit more, then spent a little over an hour wandering the Stanford campus before I caught another Uber to the airport.

The experience was actually really pleasant. I was incredibly anxious and worried about it, probably for the same reason a lot of other people are. Worries about what will happen, what the process would be, Imposter Syndrome worries, and whatnot. But in the end, it actually was a really positive experience, and fell like it was good for both Aly and myself, since there were a bunch of things that got us a little bit closer together.

That all said, the study still has a bunch of funds left, and we’re looking for more people who’d be willing to spend 3 days in Stanford to go through it all as well. Here is the link for the new interest form, to help us screen who would be the best fit for the study.

Thanks all for reading!

In 2021, it was mentioned that the study was on pause due to COVID.

Due to COVID-19, the study came to an unceremonious halt as lockdowns started. Only recently have the facilities in Stanford opened up enough to consider continuing, but there's still a bunch of general roadblocks due to the pandemic.

Last year, a user reported participating in the study and did an AMA, meaning it had restarted by that point.

One user asked what the goal of the study was, and they responded with this:

Trying to see if there's something that shows up on brain scans. Nothing more or less. Afterwards they can compare to see if it's similar to things like DID.

I haven't heard anything on this particular study since, but the ones running it published this in February:

It's unclear to me if the above study is connected to the MRI study. Since it was mentioned that the MRI study had an interview portion, perhaps they used some of the answers from the interviews with tulpamancers for the MRI study for the above?

Either way, it shouldn't be too much longer before the results are released.

And I'm so eager to see both the conclusions, and what the next phases of research are going to be. ��

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ambiguouspuzuma · 10 months

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We all dressed up as characters from our favourite books. It was an annual tradition for our chapter, on the anniversary of the library's burning: a costume party, where our outfits represent the the marks that were lost forever in the blaze. The ink now in the midnight air. The printed symbols of our grief.

One character each, of course - and the decision was difficult one. The average novel holds around a hundred thousand words, and several times as many letters; before you even get into punctuation marks, which we usually did. Beyond that, it was fair game. Our costumes could be black or white, and green or blue, so long as they could also be read.

"You are hereby invited to the 47th annual meet of the Largyna Chapter of the Librarians Guild," the embossed opening letter proclaimed. "As previously, the venue will be the Old House of Wisdom. Doors open at sunset. Carriages at midnight."

I passed an A on my way through the door; a J at the coat-check, a P in the toilets, and even an X passing around the hors d'oeuvres. I'd been a letter, in years gone by: the R that turned one "eve" into "ever", the N that began the protagonist's name, and once the absent Y that transformed "yours" into "ours." But lately I'd been experimenting with punctuation: the ellipses that set up a sequel, and then the full stop that ended a tragedy.

This year I wore two black marks, the coal on a snowman's chest: the colon that began a confession I'd particularly liked. I fit in seamlessly with the rest of the text, and joined the line waiting for space at the bar: forming new words, a new language, between drinks. I read the rest of the room, recognising old friends, old ghosts, sipping at an inky glass, picking olives periodically from bowls that came around, other syllables with syllabub in hand.

There came music to punctuate the silence, and a group of semi-colons started to list, dancing as freeform poetry in the library's ruins, those shelves of silt and aisles of ash. I drifted as a phantom across that empty space, towards a chaise longue in the corner, where one lounging full stop was drinking herself into a comma. We all dealt with the grief differently. Some needed distraction, others distortion. But I came here to remember.

I drank it in, the whole room before me in my mind: replacing the columns that had fallen, the colours that had all burned red, the books with crackled spines and burning pages. The tempered silence that had come before the absolute; that music of rustling paper and whispered secrets, an imagination singing like a fresh-forged blade. At the end of the night, come our carriage return, I had been there again.

"Until next year," I echoed the farewell, as the library's gates were locked behind us. Our House of Wisdom. We would reconvene next year, and the year after that: until we were also ruins, until we forgot our names, to ensure that we would never forget our deeds. If we could not be forgiven, the Chapter had decreed, that was the least that we could do: to remember, and reflect on what we had done. To revisit to scene of the crime, and relive it all over again. That was our sentence. This was the only way we could atone.

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aaah.....look who is here....huh nim ....I bet u missed a lot of ask of curious fans...haha...but seriously I was really waiting for u to ask about 2 things when they happened....but that's all resolved somehow...one was when dy proposed the no solo show on this concert....but it's ok..there is no point in asking y ppl got mad in that..coz everyone get either mad or happy for what he says...secondly it was about the ty nd some other idols controversy abt some anime or manga I guess...still I am not chilled after what happnd..

Firstly I am not ty biased...still I pitied him for having some foolish fans who hated him for nothing....I mean there are lot of dark anime nd mangas out there..nd ppl reading it..some ppl like the story nd others dont..in some story there is brutal murders, rapes nd lot worse things that happening to innocent ppl including womens nd childrens...but reading it nd recommending it doesnt mean that they enjoyed all the brutality nd like child abuse?? Does that make any sense. .....for eg..take AOT...there titan kills lot of ppl very brutally, including childrens...if recommend it does that mean I enjoyed all the killings?? My god...come on...r we living in 60s???

Fortunately Ty had the censord versions of manga so he got out of that shitty claim of enjoying child abuse...otherwise his career qould have ended before his enlistment..but he got lot of backlashes nd death threats. ..that's so unfair...

Isn't the time the best issue solver? Heh.

I'm actually thinking of reading the uncensored version of that manga even if the art style is not my cup of tea. The plot says it is about an orphaned girl who went to look for her mother and travels with a robot in a scary dangerous world called Abyss. I'd like to find out why it won awards, got animated movies and was translated into other langauges (censoring is a lot of work, the plot should be interesting and sellable for Korean editors to go through the trouble).

The antis who created the controversy in the first place and those who run with it are hypocrites. They try to destroy a person's life over a photograph and fictional story. Whatever is in the manga is fake, not real, printed in ink on paper, it is sold with a warning label. The antis act in real world, try to harm real people, bring distress to real fans of idols, they are the ones who do evil, not the readers of the manga.

Taeyong will go into the military soon. He will be taught how to fire guns and throw grenades. He will be trained for a potentional job of killing other people (in case North Korea attacks). And "fans" pretend that an adult reading gore manga in his leasure time is something to get nauseous about. No, it's just bullies bullying or narcissists thriving on making other people suffer emotionally.

Forget Japanese manga. Let's start with video games like shooters and super hero series, were the "good guys" kill left and right. Last time I checked, League of Legends had some child-looking champions that were to be maimed as everyone else. And wasn't Harry Potter a minor when he was tortured with Dark spells? This "Made in Abyss" thing is yet another case of antis and click-bait sites making a fuss over cooked up "problematic behavour" to gain some profit. Just stick some trigger words, point fingers, and the job is done. The fans will do the rest trying to "fix things", actually being the vectors of spreading the lies.

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carolinetano7567 · 1 year

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Chapter II

(of Long Roads on Short Days)

Warnings: a tad of violence. Nothing too major :3

“Good, because I’m lost.” Gregor scratched the back of his head. “You two know each other?” He pointed at Rex, and his finger drifted towards Calypso as he spoke.

“A long time ago, Rex was assigned with a legion of troops to my planet, Jedha. The Sepratists would have destroyed the Jedi Temples there if Rex had not come.” Calypso explained, still a bit in shock. It explained the odd resurfaced memory.

“Ahhhh.” Gregor nodded. “I see.”

“I was young and reckless.” Rex shook his head slightly. “A shiny; fresh off the line.”

“You were still brave, nonetheless.” Calypso credited. Gregor opened his mouth to say something, but was met by the sounds of chatting Imperial Troops. Calypso hid her saber, and crept back down underneath the window. Gregor and Rex pressed themselves to the wall. Calypso held her breath as she could feel the rumble of their collective steps marching right in front of her hiding place. Only now was she thankful for the immense darkness shielding her from the eyes of the enemy. She felt a hand rest on her should from within the shadows, and begin to pull her deeper into it. Her eyes widened, and her skin prickled with goosebumps feeling the warmth of the hand. She could not tell if it was Gregor or Rex. She was lead silently on her hands and knees behind him, and saw that they were approaching a broken down wall that opened to a narrow, empty street washed in the moonlight. She was still skeptical. They could be playing her for a sucker…but if these Clones wanted her dead or captured, they could have done both of those things multiple times at this point. She saw no reason why she should not proceed further. Besides…she’d been quite lonely. Spunk, her R-3 unit was a faithful companion, but he was still just a droid. She was starved of the warmth of another human hand for who knew how long. When Gregor had put his hand on her, she had wanted to melt.

It had been too long.

Emerging from the destroyed house, Rex motioned for them to stay quiet as they ran. “Howzer’s got the ship not far from here.” He whispered as he drew up his hood. “Follow me.”

Calypso flipped up hers, and nodded. If there was one thing she’d gotten good at since the Order, it was running.

She was shocked at how nimble Rex was. He lunged over fallen debris like it was nothing. His breathing was still quiet and steady when Calypso was gasping for breath. Gregor sounded like he had asthma. Calypso pumped her arms to where she was almost in stride with Rex.

“Where are all the civilians?” He asked in a steady voice. Calypso took a shaky breath.

“Taken hostage or dead…on my account.” She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“It’s not your fault.” Rex huffed. “You can’t live your life thinking like that, or else you’re living in hell.”

Calypso’s eyes stung in the breeze, but she nodded; grateful for the sober reminder. He was right. It couldn’t have been helped.

All of a sudden, blaster fire rained down on them like hail.

“Kriff, they found us!” Gregor screeched.

“Split up! I’ll take her up by the roofs to draw them away. You get to the ship and come get us!” Rex demanded.

“Sir! Yes, Sir!” Gregor cried, and sprang down a branching street. Calypso drew her saber, and deflected a few blasts from behind, gasping at the legion of troopers that followed them.

“How did they find us?” She gawked. Rex sighed. “Probably the foot prints we’re leaving behind.” He grunted. He drew his blaster, and seized Calypso’s wrist.

“Up!” He demanded, rounding a corner that shielded them from the blasts.

“But—we’ll be completely vulnerable!” She spluttered indignantly.

“We haven’t got a choice.” Rex fired a few shots around the corner as blasts continued to whiz past them. “You’ll have to trust me.”

“But I just met you!” Calypso retorted. She used the Force to redirect a shot away from Rex.

“What—? No you…that’s not the point.” Rex grunted. “I’ll cover you. Get up to the roofs now!”

“Alright, I’m going.” Calypso rolled her eyes in defeat. She used the Force and leapt up to the roof with little difficulty. She peered down at Rex.

“Need some help?” She inquired, shifting her weight to one side and resting a hand on her hip. Rex rested his foot on a window seal, lunged upward, gripped the shingles along the edge of the roof, and flipped over them; landing silently beside Calypso.

“No, thank you.” He brushed himself off.

“Are you showing off for me, Captain? You’re too kind.” Calypso smirked. The Captain grinned.

“Just try to keep up.” He chuckled. They heard the sounds of TIE-Fighters somewhere in the distance.

“They’re on the roofs!” A trooper cried. “Blast them!”

“Run.” Calypso and Rex said in unison. They took off across the flat roof, leapt across to another, and continued their marathon through the cool night. Calypso’s arm burned, and her lungs ached, but she could not give up. She might finally be able to find somewhere to stay with Rex’s help. Somewhere safe with other people. The TIE-Fighters whistled through the air, and sounded closer to them. Calypso was almost out of breath.

“Those Fighters won’t make this easy.” Rex scoffed. There were only two from what Calypso sensed.

“Don’t stop!” She demanded.

“What?” Rex glanced back over his shoulder. Calypso skidded to a halt, and used the Force to throw Rex across the next jump. She whipped around, and ignited her blade.

“What are you doing?” Rex cried from across the gap.

“Taking care of the problem!” She cried. “GO!”

She didn’t look back to see if he had obeyed. The TIE-Fighters zoomed closer and on started firing at her; the sound making her ears ring.

Calypso took a deep breath, braced her feet and deflected one of the bolts back into the Fighter using the Form Soresu. The fighter spiraled out of control as it crashed into the other, and the sky became alight with the orange glow of the explosion. The searing heat caused Calypso to stumble backwards a few feet and adrenaline pumped through her veins.

The shrapnel fell from the sky and crashed into the houses and roofs below. Calypso began to run back, and success swelled in her chest as she lunged across the gap between the houses. When she landed, she felt searing pain in her side that pulsed and throbbed. She let out a small cry, but clapped her hand to her side and hardened her face. She could see Rex just a rooftop away.

She could make it.

She staggered up, but shots continued to fly past, barely missing her.

“Calypso!” Rex called. He started to run back. Calypso gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as the pain truly kicked in. Her vision spun, and she felt her warm blood coating her hand pressed to the wound.

“Shrapnel,” She huffed. Then she realized it was trickling down her leg. Rex arrived by her side out of breath.

“That—that was incredible.” He breathed, then his eyes widened. “Can you walk?” He asked, his tone grave. Calypso gulped and gave a small nod.

“You sure? That doesn’t look too good.”

Calypso straightened despite the pain.

“I’ll be fine.” She insisted. Rex fired a few shots down below and looked skeptical.

“That doesn’t look ‘fine.’” He pressed. Calypso felt nauseous when she looked down at her side. Although her life had been full of bloodshed, she hated the sight of blood.

“I’m…” she started, and the world started to spin. The roaring of a new ship’s engines were heard but she didn’t see it. Her hand slipped from her side, and her blood poured.

“We need to get you to a medic,” Rex’s tone was severe.

Calypso realized her wound must be deep for it to bleed so much. She double over as pain ripped through her chest.

“Does ever Jedi you meet injured the first day?” Calypso’s speech was slurred as she tried to make the joke. Her knees gave out from under her, and she felt vomit sliding up into her throat. She expected to hit the roof, but she didn’t. She was being held up against something…and the something was carrying her to a new ship.

“‘S not my ship.” Calypso gasped. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she heard distressed voices cry out for Rex to hurry, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

#tcw fanfic #Captain Rex #Calypso #Captain Gregor #Caroline_writes

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i am so bone fucking tired of bullshit fucking “uwu be violent towards me i’m horny” supposed compliments. i’m tired of it. i get it. i’m Intersex so i’m manly and gruff looking no matter what i do. i get it. i’m butch as all shit which just makes me seem even more mannish. i get it. all you can parse out when you look at me is Wrong White and it makes me look even angrier and more aggressive and primal in your eyes. i get it. i get it i get it i get it. i’m savagely animalistic and brutish. you cannot fathom me expressing attraction in any way that isn’t aggro and forceful. i get it. i’m supposed to stay stone cold and unaffected in the face of everything. i get it. i get it i get it i get it. idk why i ever expected anything to change. i see how the world treats my [closely related indigenous woman who is notably Less White than i am] - and she’s Very Much Not Mannish at all. her long hair, her thinness, her makeup and her nice dresses. and i still grew up to the echoing sounds of “your [relative] looks mean. she seems scary. why is she always angry? her husband married a woman just like his jackass father didn’t he.” no matter what she did. idk why i expected it to change for me. even being further down the family tree, even being Whiter than her, i swear people sniff this shit out like dogs. even when they can’t put their finger on it. it’s like they’re hunting for it everywhere and even when they still consciously view you as Just Like Them that subconscious has an axe to grind with the perceivable difference that you represent. idk why i expected the violence and harshness projected onto my soft and feminine family member to be easier on my testosterone fueled brutish fat butch self. i’ve always Known that people can see me. because they point it out to my face all the damn time. “are you asian are you asian are you asian are you asian” no. no. no. no. i’m not. i’m not. i’m not. i’m not. “what are you what are you what are you what are you” i’m white. i’m white. i’m white. i’m white. “are you sure? are you really sure? are you positive? are you lying?” fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me. do i rip the bandaid off and tell you? spend the rest of this conversation snapping at you when you won’t drop the subject of my family trauma? spend the rest of the time i know you fielding inappropriate questions and weird tokenizing as if my white skinned self could ever be the independent spokes person on sensitive Native issues. do i just keep lying till you give up and make sure you never hear a word otherwise from anyone ever so i don’t have to field this shit with another fucking person? “why are you always angry” i’m not. i’m not. i’m not. my face is just masculine. my skin has been prematurely aged by a lifetime of addiction and untreated health issues. my eyes are just slightly different than yours. i’m just fucking autistic. “oh my god you’re so hot you could punch me and i’d thank you please step on me” no. no no no no no. i don’t do that. i’ve never done that. i am capable of basic human decency and base level self control. this isn’t a coordinated S/M scene. i’m sitting in a coffee shop getting frustrated by judeo-aramaic word roots and mumbling to myself about rashi’s commentary and the overt queerness of r’ meir. i open the car door for my femme every single time we get in the car. i call them sweetheart and love and princess 18 million times a day. i text them a million times whenever i’m not home to tell them that they’re the light of my life and my soul is incomplete because they’re not with me. i hold them and lull them to sleep every night after the nightmares come. long after after they’ve rocked me to sleep because i’m a notorious insomniac. i wear a frilly apron with apples printed on it go wash the dishes after they make dinner every night. i wrestle them into their clothes every morning, and they wrestle me out of mine every night when i’m far too tired to move anymore. i say i love you as often as i breathe. i give them 18 forehead kisses every single time i am close enough to reach.

and yes i can get aggro. god i know i can. i used to fight all the time. i would slash and scream and kick and thrash at anyone and anything all the time. sometimes it still comes back to rear it’s ugly head, when things get hard. when i get so worn down i don’t know which way is up. and my femme is there with their hands firm on my shoulders, breathing with me until i collapse into a ball of tears. and i used to yell and scream and run and snap and push and push and push at the people i loved most. because the world told me i love ugly and violent for so long that i believed it was true. and all i wanted to do was push people away so i didn’t hurt them. i have spent my entire life feeling violent and predatory and out of control. feeling like i’m a caged wild animal moments away from ruining someone’s life. because i’ve spend my entire life being told it was true. being told that i had all the makings of an awful, violent person who did nothing but hurt. being told i was lying when i tried to talk about the people who hurt me. because i was too hard to be hurt so i had to be lying. because no one would do those things to someone as disgusting and belligerent as the manly girl with the angry native face.

stop pushing a violent and predatory role on me. stop describing me like every abusive piece of shit i’ve been trapped by, and then getting upset when i don’t appreciate your compliment so much i want to fuck you on the spot. “i (a non metaphorical very real person who is talking to you very casually right now) want you (a non metaphorical very real person i am casually talking to right now) to be so caught up by how cute and adorable i am in this incredibly mundane scenario that you beat the shit out of me right here and now till i’m dizzy, and immediately fuck me like you’re a deranged mindless animal with no self control or higher purpose!” die. i want you to die. drop dead right now. choke on your own vomit and die. right now in front of me. so i know that you’ll never make another person feel as disgusting as i feel right now ever again. you are not complimenting me. you aren’t complimenting anyone with that shit. you’re making me nauseous.

i see/hear that shit and i get so fucking terrified of myself that i avoid having sex with my femme for weeks. because what if that’s all i’m really capable of? because what if that’s what’s actually happening? what if all of this talked through, well communicated, thoroughly consenting play that we engage in is actually just me being a violent animal only capable of destroying everything good?

this is exactly how my femme and i ended up together. because they could see me. they could see the parts of me that full euro white queers could pick out. they saw it. and they saw the way that they talked to me because of it. and they understood, because they get that shit even worse. they saw me and they knew that i couldn’t turnt that shit on someone else. they saw me and they saw how it broke me and they reached out with their own broken feeling and we put ourselves back together again. together. they saw how my exchanges turned me stone. and i saw how their exchanges wore them soft. even with how different our experiences have been, some of y’all are so sincerely god awful and disgusting that we had so much to build on anyways. there’s obviously more to it. of course there is. but the ever present experience of growing up Very Different than the dominant group around you, it permeates so much. and so much of how we love eachother, the way we dance around eachother every day, is inevitably built on the way our souls have been worn down by years of shit and how they fit together because of it. how we can fill in what’s been eroded.

but every single time someone twirls their hair and describes me as i describe childhood abusers to therapists, balks when i don’t want to take them on the floor because of it… every time - i feel old fractures re-split. i really need y’all to understand the weight that this bullshit carries. i really need y’all go understand how deeply shitty it is. how much you’re playing in to a larger and even shittier pattern of how the world treats us. how much damage you can do in a single interaction. how insignificant you truly are in the lives of Black, brown, Indigenous, ethnic, intersex, and perceived-masculine queer folks. and how wildly inappropriate you are when you assume that much importance in our lives and in the world in general. sit with the insignificance. get comfortable. shut the fuck up for once. grow up and get over yourself.

i will absolutely be deleting this later i’m just feeling a lot right now and i need to put this into the universe. it’s been A Week and i got an inappropriate message earlier. because of course i did. of course. i’m angry and refluxy and my tachycardia is a bitch. i don’t even know anymore this is probably staying in my drafts.

#credit to my femme for the term Wrong White btw #‘idk why i get this too yeah i’m native but i’m white. the genes skipped me.’#‘yeah that happens sometimes. even still you don’t exactly have the most european features. people notice that even if they don’t exactly #get what’s off. you might be white to them but you’re Wrong White which is scary and threatening and wrong. they want to lash out #and fix you so you’re more like them. it’s brutal.’#eternally redacting exact titles of family members in relation to culture n shit #bc i’m so tired of being cyberstalked by the same three locals #that i refuse to talk openly about which of my parents is native and what state i live in and what nation i belong to let alone my clan #so have fun with me being vague cos it’s what you’re getting i guess #it always reads so awkward but i’d rather awkward than having to start all over again on all of my social media and tumblr and everything #i want to get as far away from these fucks as possible #but g-d dammit i live on the land my ancestors had cultivated for over a thousand years #i live here!!! i got to grow up surrounded by this land!!#no one is allowed to take that from me. i’m not going anywhere. so jump through hoops i will. i’m too tired.

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Final Project Reflection

After a long, but fast semester, I am so relieved to have this project complete. It has been an amazing opportunity getting to work on a project that I am so passionate about. I really enjoyed the entirety of the project from the research phase to the design phase. I hope that I have managed to create a successful design system, although it is simple. I hope that it is well considered to make up for its simplicity. As a sustainable campaign, there are limits to what you can produce. Hopefully this design has been successful with the constraints that this put in place.

I have learnt so much about being a designer this semester. The extra freedom we had in comparison to previous semesters meant it was important to be well organised. We worked to our own schedule and pace and practiced out own creative processes. This was a really great way to learn more about how we design.

Posters:

Designing the poster series was an integral part to the campaign’s design. The posters were the main output, setting the scene for the rest of the campaign. Designing them helped me to setup the look and feel across the rest of the campaign. Working with illustrating people was a challenge for me. It was the first time I had done this during uni. Normally avoiding it due to the fact that I was inexperienced at it and found it challenging. But I feel that this really paid off in the end. I was super happy with how they turned out and they really made the campaign what it is. After many iterations of the posters, I was happy with the outcome. Although the design of them is simple, I feel that they are well considered and impactful.

Zine Set:

The zine set allowed me a place to share more knowledge about the campaign’s topic. I really enjoyed designing them. The illustrations were really fun to do, and I loved playing around with the geometric forms of them. I also enjoyed going around my home and shooting pictures as a resource for the zine. I think that the small design of them makes them fun to look through, without being overwhelming.

When it came to producing them, it did not come without challenges. Printing ran pretty smoothly. But when it came to binding I had some troubles. Having the folded poster in the middle of the zine proved difficult. I ended up wasting a copy of the zine, testing out how this would work. Even stapling them in the right place was difficult. As if they were slightly offset, this would effect how the zine folded.

One of the most disappointing parts of the production of the zines were the illustrations that crossed the spread not lining up properly. If I were to go back in time, I would have changed the designs of these spreads to account for this. Especially with small scale illustrations. This was bad planning and testing on my part.

Social Media/Website:

The Instagram and website pages came together well as they were the last part of the project I designed. This meant that I had already gathered enough assets for the campaign to put them together. I wanted them to be simple to match the rest of the assets. I used similar content to the content of the zine to ensure that it was available online as well. To view the instagram page online, click this link:

https://www.instagram.com/secondnature_nz/?r=nametaghttps%3A%2F%2Finstagram.com%2Fsecondnature_nz%3Fr%3Dnametag

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solejust · 2 years

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Grep command linux

Grep 'word' filename2 - search in Linux on any line containing the word “word” in the file name Grep -i 'bar' filename1 - search for the word 'bar' in Linux (case insensitive) Here are the most important and basic commands for starting a string search. Examples of shell grep commandsĪll commands are not complex and lend themselves to simple logic. It can also find strings by pattern or regular expressions, and also filter the output of commands, and much more.Īll these are done with instant speed, so it is very convenient to use. On Linux, this is accessible with one exact, simple but powerful grep command - grep stands for "global regular expression print". context_log.policy:// Note: If tomcat-juli.jar is in $/bin/tomcat-juli.Often, programmers need to find a file that contains a specific line or a specific word in that line. context_log.policy:// catalina.policy - Security Policy Permissions for Tomcat 7 All the subdirectories and files in the ‘workspace’ directory will also be scanned to match the string pattern provided. The string here is ‘tomcat’ and it will be searched in the directory workspace. The -r option will search for all the files in a directory and all its sub-directories which matches the string pattern provided by the user in the command.Įxample: grep -i -r tomcat /home/gaurav/workspace Output: INDIA IS A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY OF PEACE LOVING PEOPLE.Īll the matching lines are displayed irrespective of the case in which the matching string is. To avoid this ambiguity, you can simply use the -i option which literally tells the grep command “forget about the case I have put the string in, and just search for all the matching patterns in the file.” The word is the same but when we use the grep command without any option, it searches for the exact match in the file, disregarding any changes in the letter case. We have the word ‘Peace’ with a capital ‘P’. In this case, we won’t get an output as there exists no word as ‘peace’ in the sample file. This requires the user to be careful about the case of the string put into the command. Linux is very cautious about the case-sensitivity when we fire the commands on the terminal. Thus, I have used the grep command directly to filter the lines which contain the string ‘India’ from the text file ‘sample.txt’.Ĭase-insensitive search using grep command Output: India Is a Beautiful Country Of Peace Loving People. Grep can be even used directly as an individual command without using the pipe ( | ) utility. Output: :~/workspace$ cat sample.txt | grep legislature Only those lines are to be displayed which contains the word ‘legislature’ in it and ignore the rest of the lines. Here, I have used the cat command to display some lines from the ‘sample.txt’ file. This will be more clear when we go through the example.Įxample: cat sample.txt | grep legislature Like, using the cat command to display the content of the file but at the same time piping the output using the grep command to display only the content which you desire to see. Grep command can be implemented along with other Linux commands using the shell pipes. Use of a bullock cart is a common sight in the village for the agrarian chores. Importance of all th cartesian coordinates. India cares for the people as it's resource India Is a Beautiful Country Of Peace Loving People. India stands on three pillars of legislature, executive and judiciary. INDIA IS A BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY OF PEACE LOVING PEOPLE. Let me first show you the sample text file I’ll be using to illustrate the grep command. Let us see at some of the basic syntaxes of the grep command with and without the pipe utility. Although, grep can also be used individually without the pipe ( |) utility. It can be implemented with the shell pipe when you want to use it with some other Linux commands. Grep command is usually used with the pipe ( |) utility. To display the total number of times a string appearsįilter for that particular word used separately To recursively search for all the files in the specified directory and its subdirectories These are some of the fundamental options you will be using frequently with the grep command. In this article, let us review the functioning of the grep command with some practical examples in detail. It does an excellent job by filtering the content of a file thus making our task easier to search particular content on single or multiple files simultaneously. The command then checks the file specified by the user for this pattern and then returns the lines that match the pattern provided. Grep takes the input from the user in the form of strings or words which the user wishes to search in a particular file. It is a useful command-line utility provided by Linux, to search for the text line which matches the pattern provided by the user. GREP stands for ‘Global Regular Expression Print’. Understanding grep command with practical examples to easily filter and display the file content

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mypythonteacher · 2 years

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Files

To read a file use with open ()

This opens a file object called cool_doc and creates a new indented block where you can read the contents of the opened file. We can read the contents of the opened file cool_doc using cool_doc.read() and save the resulting string to the variable cool_contents. Then we can print the string.

The above is fine if you want the whole document in a single string. If we want to store each line in a variable, we can use .readlines() to read a text file line by line.

The above script creates a temporary file object called keats_sonnets that points to the file keats_sonnet.txt and then iterates over each line in the document and prints out the entire file.

.readline() is a different file method that will only read a single line at a time. Eventually, if the file is done, it will not throw an error but will start returning an empty string.

This script creates a file object called sonnet_doc that points to the file millay_sonnet.txt. It then reads in the first line using sonnet_doc.readline(), etc.

Creates a file object pointing to the file just_the_first.txt and stores that file object in the temporary variable first_line_doc

If we want to create a file of our own, we can use open() with two arguments, the first argument being a file to read, and the second can be "w" for write-mode, "r" for read-mode, "a" for append-mode etc.

The argument "w" indicates that the file should be opened in write-mode. The default argument is "r" and passing "r" to open() opens the file in read-mode as we have been doing.

This code creates a new file in the same folder as script.py and gives it the text "What an incredible file!". If there is already a file called generated_file.txt it will completely overwrite that file.

Rather than completely overwriting a file, we can open it with an "a" for append-mode.

BUT if you run the script twice:

We have been opening files with the with block so far but we can only use our file variable in the intended block. The with keyword invokes something called a context manager for the file we're calling open() on. This context manager takes care of opening the file when we call open() and then closing the file after we leave the indented block.

Since your files exist outside your Python script, we need to tell Python we're done with them soo that it can close the connection to that file. Leaving a file open can impact other programs that may be trying to access the file, or affect performance.

The with syntax replaces older ways to access files where you needed to call .close() on the file object manually. We can still open up a file and append it with the old syntax, as long as we remember to close the file connection afterwards.

In the above script we used older-style syntax, so we had to remember to close the file afterwards. Because this requires at least one more line of code, using with is preferred.

Reading CSV FIles

Text files aren't the only thing that Python can read but they're the only thing we don't need an additional parsing library to understand. CSV (comma-separated files) files are an example of a text file that impost a structure to their data. Spreadsheet software data can be exported into CSV files.

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Note that the first row of the CSV file doesn't represent any data, just the labels of the data that is present in the rest of the file. Then the data is separated by commas.

In Python we can convert data from a CSV file using the csv library's DictReader object. -

In the above code, we first import our csv library, which gives us the tools to parse our CSV file. We then create the empty list list_of_email_addresses which we will later populate with the email addresses from our CSV. Then we open the users.csv file with the temporary variable users_csv.

We pass the additional keyword argument newline="" to the file opening open() so that we don't accidentally mistake a line break in one of our data fields as a new row in our CSV.

After opening our new CSV file, we use csv.DictReader(users_csv) which converts the lines of our CSV file to Python dictionaries which we can use access methods for. The keys of the dictionary are, by default, the entries in the first line of our CSV file. Since our CSV's first line calls the third field in our CSV "Email", we can use that as the key in each row of our DictReader.

When we iterate through the rows of our user_reader object, we access all of the rows in our CSV as dictionaries (except the first row, which we used to label the keys of our dictionary). By accessing the "Email" key of each of these rows, we can grab the email addresses in that row and append them to our list_of_email_addresses,

CSV files aren't necessarily separated by commas anymore. We call all files with a list of different values a CSV file and then use different delimiters to indicate where different values start and stop.

Notice the \n character. This is the escape sequence for a new line. The possibility of a new line escaped by an \n character in our data is why we pass the newline="" keyword argument to the open() function. Also notice that many of these addresses have commas in them.

Notice that when we call csv.DictReader we pass in the delimiter parameter, which is the string that's used to delineate separate fields in the CSV. We then iterate through the CSV and print out each of the addresses.

Writing a CSV File

If we had a big list of data we wanted to save into a CSV file we could do the following:

In the code above we had a set of dictionaries with the same keys for each, a prime candidate for a CSV. We import the new csv library, and then open a new CSV file in write-mode by passing the "w" argument to the open() function.

We then define the fields we're going to be using into a variable called fields. We then instantiate our CSV writer object and pass two arguments: output_csv (the file handler object) and fields (which we pass to the keyword parameter fieldnames)

Now that we've instantiated our CSV file writer, we can start adding lines to the file itself. First, we want the headers, so we call .writeheader() on the writer object. This writes all the fields passed to fieldnames as the first row in our file. Then we iterate through our big_list of data. Each item in a big_list is a dictionary with each field in fields as the keys. We call output_writer.writerow() with the item dictionaries which writes each line to the CSV file.

NOTE: You can change the order of the fields but not the names, it seems

Reading a JSON File

CSV isn’t the only file format that Python has a built-in library for. We can also use Python’s file tools to read and write JSON. JSON, an abbreviation of JavaScript Object Notation, is a file format inspired by the programming language JavaScript. The name, like CSV, is a bit of a misnomer — some JSON is not valid JavaScript (and plenty of JavaScript is not valid JSON).

JSON’s format is endearingly similar to Python dictionary syntax, and so JSON files might be easy to read from a Python developer standpoint. Nonetheless, Python comes with a json package that will help us parse JSON files into actual Python dictionaries. Suppose we have a JSON file like the following:

We would be able to read that as a Python dictionary with the following code:

First we import the json package. We opened the file using our trusty open() command. Since we’re opening it in read-mode we just need to pass the file name. We save the file in the temporary variable purchase_json.

We continue by parsing purchase_json using json.load(), creating a Python dictionary out of the file. Saving the results in purchase_data means we can interact with it. We print out one of the values of the JSON file by keying into the purchase_data object.

Writing a JSON File

Naturally we can use the json library to translate Python objects to JSON as well. This is especially useful in instances where you’re using a Python library to serve web pages, you would also be able to serve JSON. Let’s say we had a Python dictionary we wanted to save as a JSON file:

We’d be able to create a JSON file with that information by doing the following:

We import the json module, open up a write-mode file under the variable json_file, and then use the json.dump() method to write to the file. json.dump() takes two arguments: first the data object, then the file object you want to save.

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The new nightguard (Yandere Springtrap x f!reader) Night 1

Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Violence, mention of blood and swearing.

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(Also on Quotev)

Your parents have been pressuring you the day you hit 16, and now that you're 18 they've been twice as persistent. When you were 16 you didn't have the energy to find a job, as you were always working on homework and studying. But now as an adult you're still as exhausted, if not more from searching day and night, interview after interview. All that coffee is preventing you from sleeping when you actually want to, since you're sleeping schedule is a mess as a result of the continuous sleepless nights. Every time after an interview they bombard you with questions, 'Did you get the job?' 'How'd it go?' and so on. Then when you give them an answer on how it went, they belittle you and remind you that you could've done better. Not the best for your mental health.

However, one day you finally found a job online, one working as a nightguard at a place called "Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction"

From reading the job description and looking at the photo, it didn't look too bad. You thought, it was supposed to be safe, and you didn't mind horror things, so why not take the job? So that day you called up a few minutes after finding the application and talked to who you believed was the manager. He asked you a few questions to which you answered honestly, and he seemingly liked you. He was straightforward and told you that you will be working five nights a week, 12am to 6am, while also mentioning that you aren't allowed to leave the premises till the job is over. There will be no breaks and that you will have to be continuously aware of your surroundings. After asking if you would be okay with all of this, you agreed. He asked you what size you were in clothes as they need to know what size of uniform to give you, so you told him. You were desperate, so you took whatever you could. Then, he said he'd be sending you an email with the contract, and that there's nothing too important in it so to not stress over it. "Just print it out then sign it, don't stress over what's in it. Then meet me at the place and I'll give you your uniform at 11pm. See you then!" You agreed, and thanked him then said goodbye.

You were ecstatic, you finally got a job! After so long, you'll finally make your parents proud. You ran downstairs and went to your parents, who were sitting on the couch in the lounge room. You excitedly said "Mum, dad, I finally got a job!" Their faces were filled with shock, then they congratulated you. "I'm so proud of you!'" Your mum praised, getting up and hugging you. You accepted it and done the same, then stepped back. Your father chimed in, "What job is it?"

"I'll be working as a night guard!" You replied, smiling. Your father then nodded, "Alright, just... be careful. Jobs like that can be dangerous, however I support your decision." Your father answered, his tone turning more serious. "It'll be fine! They never mentioned that it'd be dangerous and I'm sure they would've warned me if it was." You brushed his concerns off, not thinking too much of it.

"The job will be starting at 12am tomorrow, so I'll be leaving pretty late. I'll try and be careful and not make too much noise."

"That's fine, we understand." Your mother replied.

The next day you slept in quite late, which makes sense as you've been exhausted for so long, and also because your job will require you to work the throughout the night. You printed the contract and only briefly read throughout, only a few lines-

But you still signed it.

You went to bed at 4am as you were searching up tips for beginner night guards, and surprisingly there was a lot more information than you expected. When you woke up it was 4pm, you spent the rest of the time before you had to leave getting ready. You had a shower, ate some food and brought some snacks just in case you got hungry, even though you aren't allowed to eat during the job as you have no breaks. But no one else has to know. When it reached 10:30pm, you prepared everything and said goodbye to your parents then went to your car. Searching up your destination on maps, you started the car then followed the directions. It wasn't a super long drive, only 20 minutes. Once you pulled up at your new job, you stopped the car and checked the time. You were ten minutes early, but you still got out of the car and took the contract and waited at the entrance for the manager. You waited 20 minutes, which made you annoyed, but you gave them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe they left something and realised it during the drive and had to head back, or maybe there was an emergency. During that time you merely got stuck in your thoughts, and occasionally observed your surroundings. More so out of boredom rather than fear.

Suddenly you saw a car pull up and a few seconds later a man stepped out holding some uniform. "You must be y/n, nice to meet you." He held his free hand out for you to shake, which you did. You nodded your head, "You too, here's the contract. I agreed to it all and signed it." You handed it to him, then he passed over the uniform. You thanked him, then he went over back to his car and placed it in. Then he unlocked the door of the building and went in, you followed behind him. He showed you around the building, where the toilets were, emergency exit etc. The place was filthy, dirt and ash all over the walls. Even some of the tiles on the walls were cracked and falling off. You wondered if this was a safety hazard or not, but you brushed it off as you needed the money. Once you both reached the security room, he told you how to use the cameras and the maintenance panel.

While explaining everything, he noticed how you went pale and uttered an "Oh." He quickly reassured you, "Don't stress so much over it all, I promise it's an easy job. And hey, you'll get a good sum of money if you work till Friday. It'll be worth it." He patted you on the back and smiled. You nodded and glanced at the cameras. "Alright then, good luck."

You mustered out a thank you while he walked out. After a few minutes of processing everything and continuously reassuring yourself you'll be fine, you left the security office to the women's bathroom. "This place is like a maze." You muttered. When you got there you pushed opened the door, a loud screech echoing throughout the room. When you stepped in you noticed chunks of broken bricks scattered on the floor, while some of the bathroom stalls doors were barely hanging on, nearly falling of it's hinges when you lightly pushed one open. "What the fuck..." You mumbled out.

Disgusted in how a bathroom could be this filthy, yeah they normally weren't the cleanest, but this was horrific. Either way, you squeezed yourself through the half hanging off door and quickly got changed, not wanting to be in here longer than you had too. You put on black leggings and the security guard shirt, then placing the pin which said your name on the left side of your chest.

Once you were finished you went to the security room and plopped down on your chair, flipping through the cameras. However, once the time reached 12 am a recording started to play. You were puzzled, but listened.

(You can skip)

"Hey hey, glad you came back for another night!"

I promise, it’ll be a lot more interesting this time! We found some, some great new relics over the weekend, and we’re out tracking down a new lead, right now! So, uhhh, lemme just update you real quick, then you can get to work. Like, the attraction opens in like, a week, so we have to make sure everything works, and nothing catches on fire!

Uh, when the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building, and work their way toward you, then past you and out the exit. Uh, yeah you’ve officially become part of the attraction. Uh, you’ll be starring as…the security guard! So not only will you be monitoring the people on the camera as they pass through – you know, to make sure no one steals anything or makes out in the corner – but you’ll also be a part of the show. It’ll make it feel really authentic, I think.

Uh, now lemme tell you about what’s new. We found another set of drawings, always nice, and a Foxy head! Which we think could be authentic! Then again, it might just be another crappy cosplay. And we found a desk fan. Very old-school. Metal though. Watch the fingers, uh, ha.

Uh, right now the place is basically just, you know, flashing lights and spooky props. Uh, I honestly thought we’d have more by now. Uh, if we don’t have something really cool by next week, we may have to suit you up in a furry suit and make you walk around saying “boo!”. Heh-heh.

Uh, but you know, like I said, we’re trying to track down a good lead right now. Uh, some guy who helped design one of the buildings says there was like an extra room that got boarded up, or, uh, something like that. So we’re gonna take a peek and see what we can find. Uh, for now just get comfortable with the new set up.

Umm, you can check the security cameras over to your right with a click of that blue button. Uh, you can toggle between the hall cams and the vent cam. Uh, then over to your far left, uh, you can flip up your maintenance panel. You know, use this to reboot any systems that may go offline. Uh-heh. Uh in trying to make the place feel vintage we may have overdone it a bit, heh-heh. Some of this equipment is barely functional. Yeah, I-I wasn’t joking about the fire that’s-that’s-that’s a real risk. Uh, the most important thing you want to watch for is the ventilation.

Look, this place will give you the spooks, man, and if you let that ventilation go offline then you’ll start seeing some crazy stuff, man. Keep that air flowing! Okay, keep an eye on things, and we’ll try to have something new for you tomorrow night!

(Finished)

While listening to the phone call everything went smoothly, occasionally you saw the bunny walking around, but it never came close to the room. You knew there were animatronics, but you didn't think it'd look so realistic with the blood and what seemed to be... organs?

'Wait wait wait, what the fuck? No one warned me about a fire or about wearing furry suit? And... this is my first night.' You thought, pinching your nose.

'What have I gotten myself into...'

Still flipping through the cameras, you suddenly felt a little hungry, so you pulled out a a snack bar from your bag and opened it. Slowly chewing through it when you suddenly saw the screen go fuzzy and the bunny disappeared. You searched through all the cameras but couldn't find him, then you heard something crawling through the vents. You looked up, frightened then quickly looked at the cameras in the vents. You flipped through them all till you hit camera 15, the closest one to you. You panicked, nearly choking on your food. You saw the bunny getting closer to the vent next you. It tried to open it, but you instantly pressed the button which sealed that vent. It growled, then you heard it crawl away from where you were.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, running your hands through your hair. You regretted getting this job already.

The rest of the night you spent all of your focus and effort keeping that bunny away from you. You were always searching through the cameras, distracting it by using the audio. A few times it glared at you through the cameras, which never once not sent shivers down your spine. But you kept going, as you weren't allowed to leave. Occasionally you saw other things through the cameras, however you always flipped to another camera so fast that you didn't think too much of it. You thought they were simply a figment of your imagination. However, one time you saw this figure of what seemed to be a boy through the camera. You panicked, so you looked at it for a few seconds. This was a mistake, as out of no where this creature came running at you, then barely a foot away it disappeared.

You've never ran so far in your life out of that room. You didn't even think before doing it, it's like your body just moved on it's own. You ran down the halls, nearly tripping multiple times over random objects and debris, occasionally your own feet. All you could hear was your heavy panting, barely getting enough air in. Your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Once you turned through a corridor and saw the emergency exit sign you almost ran towards it. However, before you could stop you saw the bunny right there. You tripped as you tried to stop, resulting in you falling face first into the dirt riddled floor.

You stared up at it, warm tears slowly streaming down your face. You begged it to stay away, to not hurt you. It merely stared, then slowly leaned towards you. You instantly sat up and scooted backwards, not keeping your eyes away from that bunny. However when you tried to get up it grabbed your leg, pulling you down again. Your head slammed against the floor, the pain radiated through your head. You screamed, and dug your nails into the floor. You tried to pull your leg away, but it's grip was too strong. It felt like your leg was going to snap any moment. You started hyperventilating, and as a result started coughing. It dragged you towards it, then placed it's foot on your neck.

You scratched at it's leg, and through constant gasps for air you wheezed out a "Stop, please."

You swear you saw it's eyes light up from joy while watching you suffer. However, while glancing around for anything to defend yourself with you noticed there was a crowbar a foot away from you. You stretched your arm out, you were just a few cm away from reaching it when it pushed it's foot down harder.

You now couldn't breathe at all, slowly you saw black dots forming while the world slowly started to spin. You scratched harder and harder, then you saw it bend down and pick up the piece of metal. You watched helplessly as it raised it in the air. Your eyes widened even more as you saw it come down onto your leg. For a moment all you felt was coldness, until the pain suddenly shot through your leg. In this moment it moved it's foot slightly off of your throat, as it new you would scream. You weren't it's first victim, after all. Within a second, you let out the most ear piercing scream until your throat went raw.

It... smiled. The creature fucking smiled while you screamed. Then it dropped the bar onto the floor next to your head with a loud clank.

It leaned forward, placing it's fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He glared and taunted you. "I dare you to try it."

You couldn't move, you were too afraid. You could run away, but the pain was too much. The amount of shock prevented you from moving a single muscle.

Then, it hit 6 am. The creature suddenly stopped doing anything. After a minute you scooted backwards and slowly stood up, you noticed it didn't even raise it's head to watch you. Then it came to you, the animatronics stop moving after 6am. You started to cry in relief rather than fear, you fell down against the wall and hugged yourself. Occasionally glancing at the animatronic bunny. Through, ragged breaths you uttered out "Why, why why... why" You dug your nails into your skin, "Why did I take this damn fucking job." You started to tremble more, then shook your head. You slowly stood up, but the pain radiated throughout your leg causing you to collapse again.

"Fuck!" You shouted out. You slammed your hands against the floor. But you kept trying, you crawled over to the wall and placed your hands on it, using it as a way to steady yourself. And slowly you limped towards the security office, even the slightest amount of pressure onto your right leg caused you to wince in pain. But you had to deal with it, occasionally you had to lean on it so you don't fall. This resulted in you whimpering all the way there. Once you reached the office you collapsed onto the chair so you could rest for just a moment. You had to get out, you knew this. After a few minutes you slowly stood up, leaning onto your filthy desk for support. You slowly grabbed your bag and slipped it over your shoulder. You leaned down and picked up a random piece of metal and used it as a walking stick. The ragged edges dug into your skin, but you didn't care too much. You didn't want to risk damaging your leg more than it already was.

So, slowly you moved through the corridors, sometimes you had to still use the wall for support. But after a few minutes you reached that same exit. Your breath caught into your throat as you realised the bunny wouldn't move. You had to go around it, unless you wanted to walk across the whole building to escape. You started to cry again, but you pushed forward, the closer you got the more tense you became. But once you reached the door, you placed your hand onto the icy cold handle and twisted it open. When you felt the cold winter air touch your skin, you swear you've never felt so relieved in your life. You were free from this hell hole.

You smiled while crying. You wanted to beat that bunny to a pulp, but you didn't want to risk getting in trouble. You didn't want to come back, ever. So you didn't plan on doing so. You were going to go to the hospital and get your leg checked, go home and tell your parents and quit. That was your plan, at least.

You slowly limped over to your car, leaned onto it while shoving the key in and opening it. Then you slowly slid into it and pulled that piece of metal in. You wanted to call the hospital, but you couldn't afford to pay that damn bill and neither could your parents. The three of you were broke, as the rent was steadily increasing and so as the cost of the rest of the bills. You considered for a moment to just go home, however, you were worried So you suffered through that pain until you got there, A whole ten minute drive to the hospital, every moment you were in absolute agony. The pain radiated throughout your leg whenever you pressed down onto peddle. So you gritted your teeth and dug your fingernails into the steering wheel.

Once you saw the hospital you felt relieved, so you drove into the parking lot and parked the car. After turning the car off you opened the door and placed the metal onto the floor and held onto it, using it to balance yourself as you got out. It dug into your hand, making you cry out even more. Then you turned slowly turned around, shoved the key in and locked the car. You slowly stumbled into the ER. You quickly fell into one of the chairs, a few people stared at you in shock as the saw the blood drip from your hand and the bruises all over your neck. After a few moments a nurse noticed you and ran up to you, asking you multiple questions out of concern. "Miss, what happened to you? What's your name?" She placed her hands onto her knees to get closer to you and observe the wounds. You could barely speak as your throat was raw from the screaming, y/n l/n. She instantly yelled for a doctor.

"Quick! Get a wheelchair!" She yelled out to one of the doctors nearby. You tried to refuse and say it wasn't too bad, that you only need a check up. But you couldn't, and the other doctor came running around with a wheelchair. The nurse and doctor both lifted you up and slowly placed you in the wheelchair, trying to be gentle and not hurt you. Then the doctor wheeled you quickly down the halls into one of the rooms, telling the nurse to get some more help. She nodded her head and quickly hurried off. Many other patients and doctors came down the halls, some in wheel chairs and some with hospital beds. The doctor then placed you onto the bed and waited for the others to come. After a few seconds two more doctors came in.

You started to slowly fall asleep, you were just so tired. However one of the doctors kept trying to keep you awake. You watched as the female took your pants off and so as your shirt and threw them onto the chair next to her. She quickly changed you into a hospital gown, then grabbed a cotton ball and poured what you thought was disinfectant onto it. Then she picked up one of your hands and muttered out "I'm sorry, this is going to sting."

Then she dabbed it onto it, resulting in you wincing in pain. You watched as blood slowly kept dripping out of your hands, falling onto the floor. They weren't deep enough to see bone, however they were deep enough that they wanted to close them. One of the doctors started to work on your face, disinfecting some of the scratches. He also checked you over to see if you had a concussion. The female nurse went to the corner of the room, picked up some butterfly strips then places them onto the individual cuts onto your hand, trying to close some of the wounds. Then she picked up a piece of gauze, wrapped it around then secured it with something that you couldn't see from your position. Then she went to your leg and tried to lift your right one up, which resulting in you jolting upwards and croaking out a "don't"

"I'm sorry Miss but we have to do this." The other doctor held you down as she checked both legs, noticing some scratches and a few wounds. You were barely aware of your surroundings, but you tried to sit up for a few seconds to check on your leg. That's when you noticed large bruises were blooming on the right one, whereas the left only had a few small ones. Apparently when he hit you with that piece of metal it also tore at the skin, resulting in a few gashes.

This is when you slowly started to doze off, you just wanted some rest.

You woke up to an unfamiliar room, after a few moments you realised it to be a hospital room. You turned over and noticed your parents sitting next to you, faces filled with worry. Your mother came closer to you and held your arm, as she didn't want to hurt your hands. She came over and hugged you, saying she was so worried about you when she got the call. She told you that the doctor came in and said your wounds were for the most part minor, and you didn't suffer from a concussion and luckily there were no damage done to your neck besides the bruises. However you ended up suffering from an incomplete fracture in your right tibia. They said it could take 3 months or longer for it to heal.

You groaned. That fucking bunny did this to you.

You tried to explain what happened at your work, but they didn't listen. They thought you were crazy, who wouldn't? "I was working a night shift at a pizzeria and a robot bunny choked and smashed my leg!"

Rolling your eyes, why did you even try? Of course they wouldn't believe you. Now how am I going to tell my boss that on the first night I was nearly killed by a robotic bunny?

You sighed, "Did the doctor give you guys my phone at all?"

She rummaged through her hand bag and pulled out your phone and handed it to you. "Thanks mum, can you guys please leave the room for a few minutes? I need to call my boss." Your father nodded, whereas your mother was reluctant but agreed. "Sweetie we'll be back in 10 minutes, we'll pick up some snacks while you're on your call."

When they left you dialled his number and waited for him to pick it up. After a few rings he answered, "Hello Miss L/n, what do you need?"

"One of your animatronics tried to kill me, I'm not sure if I'll be able to work there anymore-"

He interrupted, "That was in the job description, we aren't liable for any damage done to anyone working or visiting the pizzeria. You signed the paperwork and agreed. Unfortunately, if you leave we'll have to put it on your record to inform other employers about how you don't follow the rules and how much of a bad worker you are." He drawled on the word bad, you could hear a slight cocky undertone in the way he spoke.

"This will greatly reduce the chances of you finding other jobs, do you really want us to have to do that?" He said sternly, waiting for your response. You knew he was trying to find a way to trap you. Is it because he had trouble finding more workers? 'FUCK, I really should of read it all.' You thought, he really did have you right under his thumb, didn't he?

"Wait wait, hold on. This doesn't seem fair, I was nearly killed by that animatronic, and yet you still want me to work there? I could suffer permanent damage if I continue to walk on my broken leg!"

"You signed the contract and agreed to work there for the bare minimum of a week, if you fail to do this, I'll be forced to fire you and again, put it in your record. You don't have to walk around a lot, now you're just making excuses. Does it seem worth it to you?" He warned, again.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, "Fine, fine." You gave in.

"I expect you here tomorrow at the normal time." He reminded, then you heard the call beep, indicating that he ended the call.

You dug your nails into your skin, trying to keep calm. This is fine, right?

While waiting for your parents to come back, you sat there on the hospital bed and got lost in though. You were worried, no doubt. Why did that thing hate you so much? Why did it want to hurt you? So many questions ran through your mind. How were you supposed to survive when you nearly died? And now you have to keep working to pay for those damn hospital bills. You were supposed to be earning money, not fucking losing it.

After a few minutes you heard someone knocking on the door, then the door opened revealing your parents. Your father carried two bags, one of which read (favourite fast food chain). You were so excited, your father passed it to you and smiled. "Here, I hope this cheers you up at least a bit." You thanked him and dug in to your f/f.

Once you and your parents finished eating, they bid you goodbye as the visitor hours were nearly over. Not long after you slowly fell sleep.

The next day you were released from the hospital. They sent you home with some crutches and a cast, while also reminding you to not get the cast wet and to not lean on it too much, as using it often can slow the healing process. Your parents came and picked you up and took you home. On the ride home, they asked how you were going to pay those hospital bills, since they won't do it as you were old enough to do it yourself. You were a bit irritated by it, as you just turned 18 not long ago. However you also understood what they were saying, so you said that you plan on going back to the night guard job. They were fine with it, but they warned you to be careful as that person who hurt you could still be there.

You wanted to explain that it wasn't a person, but what was the point? They didn't believe you the first time, so you just agreed with them.

When the car stopped at your house you opened the car door, grabbed your crutches then used them to help you walk to the door. Your mother hurriedly went to the door and unlocked it, then held it open for you. Walking up the stairs were terrible and difficult, this was going to be a hard few months no doubt. A few times while trying to walk up the stairs you nearly tripped and fell, however in time you quickly caught the railing. Once you got to your room, you noticed your room had multiple pieces of dirty clothing littered the floor. This pissed you off, but you knew it was your fault. You had to do better, but you always forgot as you were so busy. You really did take advantage of having two working legs.

You sat down on your bed and leaned the crutches on your night stand. Then glancing at the digital clock, you noticed it was 8pm. In four hours you had to be at that place, the one with him.

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Haikyuu kinks setter eddition <33

here is the ace eddition

here is the Middle blocker version

Includes: Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume, Yahaba Shigeru and Keishin Ukai

Cw: pet play, degradation, humiliation, cock warming, cuckolding, bare baking, public sex, photography, (those are the more serious one, every thing else should be fine <3)

and here we go!

oh he is so pretty

Kageyama Tobio

Oral

It goes both ways too

He could append the rest of his life in between your thighs and that’s that

But that would mean missing the slice of heaven you give him when you go down on him

And he doesn't think he could live without that, you're just that good

Little secret for you : he will literally be putty in your hands if you suck his balls, it will literally send him into outer space

Vanilla sex

NOT IN THE BAD WAY

HE LIKES IT FOR A GOOD REASON

DON’T KILL ME

He just likes to be in love with you

It's his awkward version of love making, but he’ll burn up if you call it that

Just looking you in the eyes and softly thrusting in you

Holding your hand

Soft kisses and whispers of love

AWWW he’s so soft for you.

Cockwarming

This is really only foe when he wants to have sex

But also wants to watch old tapes of volleyball games

Normally tricks you into it, he’ll say he wants to fuck on the couch, y’all start to do it and he just stops gets you on his lap and watches

You don't like that too much

But when he harshly thrusts up everytime you whine telling you he won't let you cu for a week

Then you start to behave

But no worries he’ll eventually let you grind on him like whore, and he’ll play with your nipples until you've came

Your still not moving tho

Sensory deprivation

This is a control tactic

He goes all you for this

When he wants control he gets it

The most common thing when this side of Kags comes out is having you kneel on the floor

Well kneeling with your legs tied in the position, your arms tied behind your back

with earmuffs and a blindfold

With a vibrator torturing your poor hole.

Oh! And either a spider gag or a ball gag!

It's just you and never ending pleasure until he wants to indulge <3

(look at him walking, he does it so well)

Oikawa Tooru

Public sex & Humiliation

Specifically riding

Sitting you on his lap and pretending nothing is going on, while he’s really 8 inches deep

He’ll make you reach down and folder his ball to help HIM get off, for you? Well i guess you’ll just have to bounce a bit now wont you!

Knowing that to everyone else you two just look like a regular couple enjoying a bowl of ramen makes him love defiling you in public even more.

Aw. Are you embarrassed? You can’t be that ashamed if your fucking yourself on me

You never know how far he will take it either

One time when you were at dinner with Tooru and some of his friends, he had sat you in his lap and spread your legs for them to see

You were so embarrassed, even more when he started cooing in your ear about how much of a show whore you were

You couldn't look his friends in theirs eyes for a few hours

Gangbangs/ Cuckolding

You already know he believes in sharing is caring!

And he sure knows how to share!

You're just too perfect to not share with Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa!

And have you seen his friends, you’d like to give it a try

And he practically begged you to do it, and you can't deny a pretty boys puppy dog eyes

No one can deny the puppy dog eyes

He never thought anything could beat the feeling of being on the court, but seeing you trying to fit Mattun in your weeping hole and deepthroating iwa may just do the trick

Watching his friends fuck you may just be his favorite pass time

Cum eating

H e i s a w h o r e

He tries to tell you it's to make you “clean”

Yup, he sucks all of his friends cum out of you to make sure you're all his.

Oh! Sometimes Iwa will cum in your mouth and make Tooru make out with you until all the cum is gone between the two of you!

Praise

This is practically in all aspects of life

But when hes fucking you he wants to hear how amazing he’s making you feel

Yeah, his dick hits that perfect spot doesn't it?

He wants to hear it

He wants to hear EVERYTHING

His hips feel good against your thighs? Say it and loudly too!

Sugawara Koshi

Slight pet play

He really just wants someone to take care of

And what better way to do that then have his puppy by his side.

And it keeps him grounded

He’ll be all frustrated then he just looks at you

On your knees looking back up at him

And all of a sudden everything is ok again.

Body worship

Mostly from him to you

He just thinks you are so perfect

Sometimes he just wants you to stirp so he can spend hours just exploring your body

He’ll lay you down and just tell you how beautiful you are over and over

When he’s in a caring mood everything he does will be accompanied with a sweet compliment

Just let him do his thing <3

Caregiver

We saw this coming

Suga-momma will do anything for you

Had a bad day, ok he’ll let you use his cock to get off

You’ll feel better.

But, this is everyday life too

He sometimes helps dress you up.

He packs your lunch for work, always with a little note expressing his love for you

He just loves to know that you are comfortable and that you feel loved by him all the time.

Slight medical / doctor

I just feel like he wants you to be “healthy”

He’ll have a whole set up too

He’ll strap your legs up and “examine” his baby

And once he is sure all is well,

He’ll just fuck you then and there

if only he were real

Atsumu Miya

Dirty talk / Degradation

This is literally cannon-

He calls you all the names in to book

The favorite? He can't bring himself to choose

They all have different tones!

He does like to use “Cocksleve” more than often!

If you didnt know any better you would truly believe that he only thinks of you as a hole to fuck.

“ yes, clench just like that Cum-rag, you're too good at this”

“God, you’re hole loves my cock, i should just keep you here and fuck you or the rest of your life, leave you dripping in my cum all day and night”

He just LOVES doing this act

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes"

"Tell me you're my slut"

"I'm your slut"

"Say it again"

"I'm your slut"

He could live just hearing that everyday (not really but he says it to show how happy he is-)

Overstimulation

A built in ego boost

He loves seeing you messy and begging

He doesn't even listen to what you're begging. More? Stop?

Yeah well he doesn't listen anyway, he’ll do it until he wants to stop

Just hold your legs up, let him see your slutty hole and let him work

He’ll make you feel good, he always does :)

Dacryphilia

You just look so goddamn pretty

He literally makes you cry to get to comfort you

As in comfort i mean fuck you to sleep

He doesn't do it that often but he always makes it worth it when he does

Is it bad that he likes to have you sob on his dick?

He’s not a monster tho!

Your consent is key!

(we stan a king)

Pet play

Puppy

He has a full leash for you

But when he feel especially cold he makes you eat on the floor

And out of a bowl :(

But only when he’s in a seriously bad mood, but just having you listen to him so weak makes him feel so much better!

Just let him indulge in this, it makes him feel better that he’s in control

Extra little thing for tsumu

He records you two

He doesn't even bother to put them in a hidden folder either

They are just in between all the regular pictures

AND he screenshots your your nudes, prints some of them out and tapes them to his wall

Samu thinks you look very nice :)

he his the meaning of pretty

Akaashi Keji

Toys

He loves to have you rides dildo in front of him

Or he’ll have a bullet vibrator in you while grocery shopping.

He plugs you up anytime he’s not in you.

You can bet that if he’s not fucking you you're either fucking yourself, or being fucked by a little machine

And there is a method to his madness

But he will never tell you

He does all of this to see you, he likes to watch you and all your faces

You just look so adorable clenching your eyes shut and blabbering about nothing

He just like basking in your beauty

Oh he is so precious (and so are you)

Light bondage

He really only does this to show control

He can't let you get too full of yourself now

You’re still all his.

And he’ll put you in your place any second

He gives you control, and you need to play by the rules

If not. He’ll just tie you up and not look at you for as long as he see fits

You should’ve just listened to him

Cockwarming

Akaashi is constantly working!

Sometimes he just wants you near him when he gets his work done

You’re also a calming factor to him

Sometimes he get so stressed and can only respond to it by thrusting into you a few times and kissing hickeys into your neck

But after the first time, he fell in love with it!

Watching a movie?

He wants to be in you

But he’ll hug you close and press you against him, and he’ll cuddle into you

You guys have even fallen asleep while doing it

(oh to fall asleep while cockwarming Akaashi)

Cuckolding

Again, he works so much

And sometimes he just doesn’t have the energy to fuck you :(

Well thankfully, he has a best friend who is always very pent up and ready to fuck!

He could tell you weren't sure at first but after him reassuring it was fine and being non-stop fucked for 3 hours by a professional volleyball player

He could tell you liked it.

So, when he feels like he won't make you feel as good as he can, Bokuto is already on the phone walking out of his apartment!

like a little potted plant

Kenma Kozume

Cockwarming

Gamer boy wants you as close to you for as long as possible.

Sometimes he resents that he streams because he can't have you on his dick

You also help to manage his game ginger

When you're there he doesn't yell as much or throw is controller

Instead he places the remote down, he takes a deep breath and hugs you

He’s like a cat when he gets like this

He’ll be nestled in your neck- practically purring

Before continuing his game..

Cuckolding

In simple terms

He likes watching Kuroo fuck you

Like he REALLY likes seeing Kuroo dick you down

We all know he’s not the confrontational type, so when you’re being bad, his only opinion is to call his best friend

He cat tell you like it too because you take any chance you can to act up

But he always makes sure they you know your all his before the end of the night.

Photography

Being someone whose life revolves around social media

It is absolutely no surprise that he likes to have visal pieces of you to take with him wherever he goes.

He specifically likes mirror nudes, with those cat ear thigh highs that he got you.

You remember one time he went on a trip to another city and asked you to send him some stuff

And in return he sent a little video of him jacking off, and thus it became a tradition every time you were away from the other.

Slight Pet play

Mostly leashes collars and pet names.

he does not take it that far,but he likes to know his kitten listens to him.

The worst it got was when he put a dog leash on you and walked you around the apartment when Kuroo was over

You did receive the teasing of your life but good kittens don't speak

And you oh so desperately wanted to be a good Kitten for Kenma.

tounge

Semi Eita

Under the influence

You and I both know this man smokes-

And smoking just happens to make him horny

Like really horny

And if you're there next to him he’s not gonna jack off??

You guys have sex almost every time he smoke

And when you smoke?

Oh he just cant help himself, you look so pretty eyes glazed over

He’ll make you say so so much better.

Recording

He has a folder on his computer

And another on his phone

And all saved to his cloud

Of what?

Videos of you fucking

And a select few of sucking his dick

And what does he do with all of these?

He watches them, sometimes with you in the room

Like you too are hanging out and suddenly he’s on his computer watching you bounce on his dick.

Nudes

Clearly he likes to have you naked on a screen somewhere

And when he’s in public he can't exactly start watching homemade porn

so , he has a solution!

Make you send as many nudes as you can before he has to go out!

He has no shame for it either

One of your more “artistic” photos became his lockscreen

Which you begged him to remove considering his bandmates had begun to make comments about it.

Hair pulling

He does it all the time

And he does it so hard too

Every time he hits from behind

His hand is on your head and already pulling

Or when you suck him off

I'll pull your hair up, then push your whole head back down

And repeat.

oh my god i am in love with him

Shirabu Kenjiro

Degradation

This man has a mouth

And a mean one

AND a killer attitude

And he spares you none of that.

He ridicules and demands, dehumanizes, and you love it

“Admit you’re just a whore, getting off on being a hole. Disgusting”

Over the weekends, why you have nothing to do, he makes you stay around the house completely naked

“You're flaunting all you have like a prostitute, that's what you want right? O be used like a street whore?”

He’s just a mean guy :p

Humiliation

It just makes sense at this point

He really likes to makes you take off your panties when you wear skirts in public

Then he likes to have you bend down and grab things for him

He’ll have you sit, man spreading, but the catch is there is a huge hole in your pants, so anyone at the right angle can see everything.

Of course none of this goes without witty comments and insults from bang boy.

Bondage

He loves having you weak in front of him

It’s a total power trip for him

Like everything the two of you do, it consist of you being a good whore and him being a big ole meanie

He’ll leave you tied up for hours with a fuck machine pounding your poor hole

Or hell have you with a spider gag in and he’ll make you grind into the floor

He’ll laugh at you

Record you and he’s even sent videos of youtube some of his old teammates

This one time, he had you tied up to your bedpost and just left, he walked out of the room and you didn't even know how long it was until he came back.

Pet play

You were mouthing off to him? Oh no they won't do

He pretty much uses it as leverage against you

Good pets so mouth off do they?

No? What I thought.

Its a form of punishment mostly

Keeping you kneeling on the floor below him for hours while he studies

He makes you eat down there

And he’ll pet your head, but if you even think about leaning into it, he’ll stop

He’s so mean :(

bird boiiiii

Kanji Koganegawa

Pegging

He’s a baby

A pretty baby, that anyone would like a chance to ruin.

He probably didn't even know what is was and still agreed, but no he begs for it

And who are you to deny your baby?

It was kinda hard at first considering he was so big, but you managed, and are very good at making him cum, like really really good.

Hand kink

He really just likes to see how much bigger his hands are

He’ll grab your handd and thread your fingers together, your hands are just so soft, opposite of his

He also likes to stick his fingers in your mouth and likes when he gets to suck on yours.

Ddlb / Dmlb

There is no explanation other then he’s baby

And he needs to be taken care of, before he dose something stupid

And you love taking care of your overgrown baby :)

He’s all smiley and cute when you do!

How could you resist?

his grandpa is hotter but whatever

you didnt see that.

Keishin Ukai

Public sex

In his store

On the counter

Five Minutes before closing time

It cannon

It's the risk factor for him, anyone can just walk in and see you fall apart on his cock

It's actually happened before, Shin wanted to do it and you agreed but didn't expect Takeda to waltz in and look directly at you.

Yeah he immediately came then shoved you onto the floor to hide you from Ittetsu’s prying eyes

Daichi has also heard the two of you fucking in the gym storage closet, but chose not to say anything.

Barebacking

It's like a primal urge to him

Condoms are annoying ang time consuming, you guys are gonna be together anyways might as well let him fill you like a good fuck toy

When he cums in you he also doesn't let you clean it out

He makes you stand there, face three inches away from your core, and watches his cum drip from you

Condoms won't let him do that, will they?

Humiliation

I mean he’s into fucking you in public, so this is pretty much a must at this point

He puts you in these positions so you have no choice but to be embarrassed

I mean what kind of slut like getting fucked in plain sight?

When you go out with him he makes you wear all these ridiculous outfits that practically show everything

And he makes fun of you when they look!

Pornography

Yes as in homemade porn

Why would he keep you all to himself?

Everyone deserves to experience that

And people love you!

If the thousands of comments and requests say anything about it!

oh to do that to Maddog

Yahaba Shigeru

Choking

We all saw the scene with Maddog

Come on, he’ll do that to anyone

I feel like he just likes seeing his hands around your neck.

He likes how fail you are and how is ands just wrap around your neck

He knows where to squeeze too

He’ll hold your pressure point to the pint you think your gonna pass out

Light BDSM

Nothing to crazy, he likes having you tied up and ready that's all

Maybe eagle spread on the bed?

Or hell have you kneeling next to him, arms tied behind your back mouth ready and opened

The possibilities are endless

Fingering

He likes his hands-

But it's mostly about you

Seeing your hole up close

It sucking his fingers, like a good hole should

Plus he has better control with his fingers, so he hits all the good spots over and over until yout crying <3

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enchantingzinehairdoweasel · 3 years

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Shinso’s Internship with the Wild, Wild Pussycats

I might just write a oneshot on this just for the hell of it someday but for now have the origin of him joining their agency and how it went ✨ @kawayls I have done it, and now I want this to be canon

So Aizawa suggests to Hitoshi that he should probably be doing his internship over the summer break before second year since he needs to catch up to the rest of the hero course students.

Shinso’s like “alright who should I do it with? Am I able to do one with you”

“haha yeah hell no.”

So Hitoshi talks to “auntie” Ms Joke while she’s visiting and asks for her opinion, which she immediately suggests the WWPC and that it’ll be easy for him to do it since she’s related to one of the members

(I decided to headcanon that Ms Joke/Emi Fukukado and Ragdoll/Tomoko Shiretoko are cousins because why not they’re both precious).

Shinso’s immediately like “oh hell no” but not for reasons you may assume

Now we all know that he has a strong love for cats, this lead to him being an extremely huge fan of the Wild Wild Pussycats as a little kid (he still loves them but he’s much more lowkey about it), he even considers them his second favorite hero’s after Eraserhead of course.

He’s scared that he’ll embarrass himself in front of them or that he’ll be so nervous he wouldn’t be able to properly communicate with them.

Before he’s even able to make up an excuse for why he shouldn’t do it, Emi’s already phoning Tomoko and what’s done is done.

So once it’s the second week of summer, it’s time for him to get his internship with them over with.

Shinso is SWEATING as Aizawa and Hizashi drive him to meet the group, he’s literally close to having a panic attack in the backseat which Mic thankfully notices and calmly tells Shota to stop the car for a bit.

After calming down by doing a few breathing exercises, he embarrassingly explains why he’s so nervous.

Aizawa makes him a deal that if he still is nervous after today, they’ll let him do an internship somewhere else. He just has to try one day with them, and Shinso begrudgingly agrees to this.

Once he’s dropped off at Pussycats Agency, the WWPC are all decked out in their hero costumes outside with friendly smiles and as soon as they see Hitoshi they all strike their iconic poses.

Hitoshi is trying his absolute hardest not to start fanboying over this.

They let him inside their agency and our boy is sweating and blushing as he stammers out “s-so uhh… I-I’ve b-been a r-really… really b-big fan o-of you guys s-since I-I was little…”

This is exactly when the Wild, Wild Pussycats looked at each other and all simultaneously went “this is our son now, we must protect him”

They’re immediately trying to be as welcoming and kind as possible to him, doing their best to make him feel comfortable with them.

Once they sit him down in Ragdoll’s office (shes worked from the agency ever since her quirk was stolen but she still wears her costume for fun) they hand him a some cat-shaped cookies and coffee in a paw print mug (Emi informed them of the kid’s obsession with coffee of course) and then ask him some questions to let him open up to them.

Their first day is literally just spent hanging out in the office and getting to know Hitoshi, who eventually calms down and openly starts asking questions he’s always wanted answered and hardcore fanboying every so often.

He stays being their intern and excitedly learning from them what they do, even though he prefers being a crime-fighting/possibly underground hero he still knows that being adaptive on the field will be helpful since they’re rescue hero’s.

Over the week he bonds with each of them:

Mandalay/Shino Sosaki becomes a bit of a maternal figure to him, constantly checking in to make sure he’s feel comfortable or if he understands something they’re showing him. Shinso lowkey adores the motherly affection she shows him, patting his head and giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze every so often.

Tiger/Yawara Chatora helps him out quite a bit with his self esteem issues and self image, constantly praising him whenever he does something well (this boy can just be breathing and he gets “you’re doing amazing, Hitochan!”). Best believe Hitoshi was grinning whenever he heard these praises and even more happy when he got a pat on the back.

Pixie-Bob/Ryuko Tsuchikawa at some point overhears Hitoshi talking to Mandalay about his crushes on two of the hero course students (Monoma and Kaminari) and immediately butts into the conversation to give some dating advice. At first Shinso was extremely embarrassed by this but is pretty grateful for it in the long run.

And he becomes very attached to Ragdoll since her hyperactive personality and inability to remain still reminds him very much of Kaminari, who he feels comfortable around back at UA. She shows him how she does her job and helps her teammates even without a quirk, which he will never not find amazing.

They even help him come up with a few hero costume designs, as he needs to have one before second year started. As well as a few hero name ideas

He definitely gets inspired by their own costumes and gadgets.

They totally refer to him as “Hitochan”

SO MANY HEAD PATS

By the end of his internship, the WWPC are a little sad and disappointed that he’s already leaving but make sure to send him off with head pats and hugs that definitely made his bones crack.

He totally wasn’t tearing up as he held his gift bag that they gave to him right before he leaves.

When he gets home he opens it in his room and finds a signed framed picture of the costumed group with him, smiling in the middle of them and striking his own pose. He also finds a dark purple belt with pockets, the silver buckle being the exact same one owned by the group.

A few minutes later Eri walks in on her big brother ugly crying into his pillow, cradling the picture close to his chest.

She proceeded to walk right back out after awkwardly saying “dinners ready”.

Mic will never let him live it down after Eri told him about it.

Also look at how cute their agency is 🥺, it’s a whole ass vibe for Shinso even if he wouldn’t admit it. I have a hero costume design for him and hopefully I can draw it out soon to post it (dw the belt will be there lmao)

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2020 to 2021 Broadway Costumes Changes

We finally have enough good photos of the Six Broadway costumes that I was able to write up this post! Shoutout to @lightleckrereins for spending lots of time trying to figure out all of these with me over the last week and reading a draft to correct the things I missed.

EDIT: updated with some additional things from the GMA performance and info that @gavinckss learned from @theboycostume at Showstoppers.

Overall changes and notes: - The big news: all of the 2020 costumes were apparently rendered unusable due to the (lack of) storage environment during the pandemic. All costumes were remade as a result. Explanation here. - One of the changes as a result of this was made to the number of layers of PVC. Sofia and I had been wondering in the past if there were two layers (a regular in that color and a clear over top) for at least one or two of the costumes. @gavinckss was able to confirm this about the 2020 Howard costume via a visit to the Showstoppers exhibit, which supports our theory that all or most of them had this for the 2020 costumes (potential exceptions noted below). However, this was one of the things that caused issues with the storage (information from @theboycostumer and relayed by @gavinckss) and was cut from the 2021 costumes to just keep the solid PVC layer. - All of the principal queens (and possibly the alternate queens) now seem to have two separate pairs of boots: the pair they wore in 2020 and a new, second pair added in 2021. There are also some noticeable design exceptions, noted below. - All of the alternates will have costumes that are identical or mostly identical (possible exceptions noted below) to the principal costumes. The one major exception to this is in the boots: they will all have a different principal crystal design but all in black and white that they wear for 5 queens and then a second pair that they wear for Cleves in the same style as principal Cleves. I made a post here with photos and info on those. - Six used to have sequin and mesh pieces on all of the costumes. However, sequins tend to be really difficult and time consuming to work with. At some point in 2020 or 2021, Six changed all of the sequin material to a new spandex with holographic dots custom printed on to mimic the look of sequins. - While some of the designs previously had stretch panels on the sides, all of the costumes now have one to improve fit and movement. Specifics noted below. (post with additional info about this will also be incoming from me or @lightleckrereins) - Most of the Six materials are not washable in a way that can be done regularly, and the materials can also be affected by things like sweat. To prevent odor and other issues, Six has always attempted to incorporate some system of layers/undergarments to protect those materials and help separate the fabrics from the skin (post about this is upcoming). Several changes were made to address this issue. - While @lightleckrereins and I were able to notice some of these changes there are also quite possibly some smaller details in construction or material that were introduced to help deal with that and to prevent future issues with the storage scenario that aren’t as visible (could be even things like changing the material used for lining or changing the number of layers inside the costume, which we wouldn’t even be able to tell). - The studding was changed from individual glued-on studs to pre-made studded trim (info from @gavinckss) - I previously made a post about the in-ear monitors.

Aragon (L-R: Jade Marvin, Bliss 2.0, sixbliss2.0; Adrianna Hicks, Broadway 2020, mallorymaedke; unknown 2020 alt on display at Showstoppers, Broadway 2020, wintersnowfl8ke; Adrianna Hicks, Broadway 2021, 17 Sep 2021, Marc J Franklin) - The top is now separated from the gold oversleeves. - The construction and general shape of the skirt and peplum has changed: the peplum is much more separated from the bottom layer of the skirt and the shape is slightly different (hard to tell in the photos we have of Adrianna, but you can very clearly see the difference in shape between the 2021 Adrianna and the earlier version in the Jade Marvin photo) - The exact pattern of the diamond cut-outs on the center front panel differs from costume to costume. A change has been made between the 2020 and 2021 Broadway design so that the diamond cutouts stay consistent over the whole panel. - There are stitches in a diamond pattern on the vacuformed panels of the 2021 skirt. @lightleckrereins pointed out that they’re most likely structure stitches. Some or all of them may also line up with the location of the crossed boning in the skirt as described here. - Black stretch panels were added to the underside of the oversleeves (very thin panels were on the 2020, but they were so thin as to be unnoticeable. These are much wider).

Boleyn (Courtney Bowman, West End, 3 Dec 2020, @/courtneybowman_; Andrea Macasaet, Broadway 2020, @/andrea.cesyl; Unknown Showstoppers costume, 2020 or 2021, @/wintersnowfl8ke; Andrea Macasaet, Broadway 2021, 16 Sep 2021, @/andrea.cesyl on Tiktok) - The green PVC has switched from the lighter pea green to a darker emerald shade. The shade change seems to have been slowly in process for Andrea Macasaet’s 2020 costume as well as Kala Gare and Lucy Aiston’s costume, all of which have a fabric between the 2018/19 and 2021 Boleyns. The updated 2021 shade is also in use for the Showstoppers costume. - The cap sleeve on the Boleyn top under the tab sleeves has been gotten rid of entirely (you can see it well on Courtney Bowman’s costume but it is on all of these except for Andrea’s 2021). - The tabs on the bottom and sleeves are lined with the green PVC - this was a change made either for both the 2020 and 2021 Broadway or for the 2020 alt costumes and all 2021. - Small black stretch panels were added to both sides of the top.

Seymour (L-R, top to bottom: Abby Mueller, 2020 Broadway, unknown; Carly Mercedes Dyer, carlymdyer; 2020 alt at Showstoppers, @/wintersnowfl8ke; Abby Mueller, 2021 Broadway, 17 Sep 2021, Marc J Franklin for Playbill; Abby Mueller, 2021 Broadway, 16 Sep 2021, Jamie McCarthy for NBC) - This one is the possible exception when talking about a white PVC and a clear PVC on the original. It’s certainly possible but with the non-holographic white base it’s much harder to confirm that theory. Either way, the white fabric on the bodice is much more shiny in the 2020 photos and more matte in the 2021, which could be because of a second clear layer of PVC or could be because they just changed the white fabric entirely. - The 2020 costume had the usual transparent black stretch panels on the sleeves. This has been replaced by a nude fabric overlayed with the same mesh that is used on the rest of the costume (also want to note that the Showstoppers dress did not have any stretch panels and was purely for that event). - The mesh and spandex part of the cups rises much higher on the 2021 costume, and the trim on the cups better matches most of the other Seymour costumes than it does the 2020 one. - The sleeves on the Showstoppers costume had studding at the end, but neither the 2020 or 2021 Broadway costumes had this. - Abby Mueller has two-three pairs of boots, as explained here.

Cleves (L-R: Brittney Mack, 2020 Broadway, Bryan Derballa for the New York Times; Unknown 2020 Broadway alt, 11 Apr 2021; Brittney Mack, 2021 Broadway, 17 Sep 2021, @/bwaysho; Brittney Mack, 2021 Broadway, 16 Sep 2021, Jamie McCarthy for NBC) - The fit of the jacket is different, and it looks great! That isn’t a design change, it’s just fit differently. - A small black spandex stretch panel was introduced to the side of the jacket - We saw some differing silhouettes for some in-progress Cleves leotards/reveal outfits in the background of photos taken at the costume studio. No idea what the deal with those is. Could be a scrapped design, a small re-design to better flatter one of the alts, or a complete re-design for all of the queens. We may not get answers on this any time soon as the Six costume team has asked that people not share photos or boots of that costume.

Howard (Samantha Pauly, 2020 Broadway, @/sampauly; Showstoppers display costume 2021, @/theboycostumer; Samantha Pauly, 2021 Broadway, 17 Sep 2021, Marc J Franklin for Playbill; Samantha Pauly, 2021 Broadway, 17 Sep 2021, @/klphotographynyc) - Black lacing was added to both sides of the corset as a form of stretch panel. This replaced the prior mesh and spandex stretch panels as seen on the 2020 and Showstoppers costumes. - The hot pink PVC changed in color to become slightly darker; the undertones are now more monochromatic than they previously were. - Studs were added to the criss-crossed elastics. - There are also now two layers of elastics: The bottom one attached to the mesh leotard with a snap in the middle, and a top one attached to the corset with studding on it that snaps into the bottom. The one with studding is attached to the corset rather than the leotard since the leotard acts as her undergarment and is washed regularly. - The closure on the Howard skirt is a tab that is hidden under the mic holster. This was the case for the 2020 and Showstoppers costumes as well, but is different from all other Howard skirts. - The fitting of the skirt is slightly different. On the 2020 costume, the panels on either side of the opening are mostly parallel and with only a slight angle to them. On the 2021, they’re at more of an angle so the bottom of the opening is now much wider than the top (this is presumably for movement).

Parr (Costume: Anna Uzele, 2020 Broadway, @/Joan Marcus; Anna Uzele, 2021 Broadway, 16 Sep 2021, Jamie McCarthy for NBC; Anna Uzele, 2021 Broadway, 17 Sep 2021, Marc J Franklin for Playbill; Anna Uzele, 2021 Broadway, 14 Sep 2021, Sara Krulwich) (Boots: 2020 pair, Anna Uzele, 11 Apr 2021; 2020 pair, Anna Uzele, Jimmy Fallon performance, 16 Sep 2021, Jamie McCarthy for NBC; 2021 pair, Anna Uzele, 14 Sep 2021, Sara Krulwich) - There may have been a change in the color of the blue PVC. - New boots design in addition to still wearing the old ones as well (per the two pairs of boots with one old and one new). The 2020 pair has two wide straps that both split into two smaller straps, leaving four smaller ones visible from the side. The 2021 pair has three straps with buckles from what we can see of the side, but we don’t know what the straps look like in front. They could be like her 2020 boots, which look like two wide straps in the front and only look like four from the side. The 2020 are also taller (similar in length to Aragon’s) while the 2021 are shorter (similar in length to the rest of the queens). - The bottom front corners of the peplum are now rounded rather than the previous 90 degree angle. - The top is much longer and with a steeper point in the center front than it was in 2020. - The sleeves seem to be separate from the top. - There are some black panels on the side of the top. We’re trying to figure out exactly what those are for. First, they seem like the stretch panels as are standard for the rest of the 2021 costumes. However, they also seem to have a zipper in addition to the zipper closure in the back. @lightleckrereins is theorizing that since the sleeves are now separate, those side zippers are so that they can unzip the sides, put the top on over the shoulders after the sleeves have been put on, and then zip it closed on the sides to make it easier to put on. - The stretch panels on the bottom of the sleeves extend through the vinyl section of the sleeve as well.

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