#it's image generation and u suck

[3-aem]

AI art is not art. I don't understand the debate around this I really don't.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[caruliaa]

getting soo bitter hearing abt tswift tour presale codes on the uk store bc ik i wont be able to go but i also know that its not impossible like if i somehoww move out before the tour than maybe but itll have to be late in the year for that and my only current plan is to maybe bye tickets and sell them online if i cant make it but it might be to expensive for that and also ik after moving im immediately going to like. iv neve had ANY genuine independance before you think i have enough of a hold on myself to go to a fucking concert idk idk but i WANNA GO I WANNA GO SO FUCKING BADLY YOU HAVE NO IDEA IV NEVER EVEN BEEN TO A CONCERT OR ANYTHING HALFWAY CLOSE BEFORE BC IV BEEN SO CONTROLLED MY WHOLE LIFE AND I JUST HAD TO BE STUPID ENOUGH TO HAVE MY FAVE MUSICIAN BE ONE OF THE MOST POPULAR EVER AND GETTING TICKETS FOR HER WILL BE IMPOSSIBLE AND IL LBE BEATEN OUT BY PEOPLE WHOVE SEEN HER LIKE 10 TIMES ALREADY AND THEN WONT EVEN BE ABLE TO GO BECAUSE ILL PROB STILL BE STUCK LIVING WITH MY PARENTS BY THEIR RULES FOREVER OR i;; BARLEY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO EAT EACH WEEK LET ALONE GO OUT AND SEE A CONCERT OMFG !!!!!

[ivysangel]

imagine the sexual tension between you and college au!jason and y’all finally take care of it during a one-night stand at some random ass party and the TENSION ONLY GETS WORSE ⁉️ like first y’all were ignoring how bad y’all wanted to fuck each other and NOW you have to act like he wasn’t just devouring your pussy a few nights ago

-🦦

tutor!jason who your teacher sets you up to study with twice a week since he's acing the class. the first time you meet, it's in the library, and you almost sit down next to a different guy because jason doesn't look at all like the type to know the ins and outs of gothic lit. if he wasn't nose-deep in mary shelley's frankenstein you would've assumed he was a jock doing recon and looking for some pussy.

but he's not; he's actually really kind and smart and also really fucking hot. your tutoring sessions go on longer than scheduled because you spend more time staring at him than you should. you're actually kind of embarrassed about it until you catch him staring at you one day with a familiar look, one you'd given him many, many times when he wasn't looking.

from then on, things are pretty tense between you two, not in an angry kind of way, but more of an unprecedented level of horniness kind of way. and the growth of your friendship is temporarily stunted because of how badly you want to fuck each other.

but it all comes to a head at some dumb frat party. you're a little buzzed but still lucid enough to know that jason's out of place in this environment. he hates frats, hates the culture around it, hates the fact that he gets mistaken for one so often.

so why the fuck is he flirting with some random sorority girl who's trying way too hard to keep his attention. you're thinking to yourself, "he's not gonna fuck you." but you're not actually 100% sure about that, so you find your way over to him just in case.

his attention immediately shifts to you and little miss greek row makes herself sparse when she realizes his eyes are locked on you and only you.

you're making conversation, but it's kind of awkward; you were clearly green with envy over the prospect of him fucking someone else despite having no claim to him or his dick, and now you were just hitting him with a "sooooo fancy seeing you here!" and he's just looking at you; peering down at you with this look in his eyes that just so dark. unlike anything you've seen on his face before. and then he's finishing off his drink and asking if you want to go somewhere quieter.

ok, so boom. he's leading you up the stairs and into an empty room, and if either of you were sober or not blinded by an intense need to fuck the other, you probably wouldn't have hooked up on some frat guy's unwashed sheets.

and using "hook up" is generous because you're the only one that got anything out of it. he was pretty much hiking your dress up to eat you out before the door was fully closed, and he continued to stay there, between your legs, with his mouth sucking on your clit until someone knocked on the door and killed the vibe. #jasontoddcertifiedmunch

you thought the tension before was bad, but it gets so much worse. you start skipping your tutoring sessions, and the few you do show up to end early because you can barely look at him. you can't get the image of him licking his lips after eating you out out of your head, and it was beginning to drive you insane. 

he was also going insane, but for a different reason. while you were scared that it ruined your friendship, he was craving you more and more with each passing day, wondering where you'd be if you'd gone all the way. he was on the verge of knocking out the teeth of the asshole that interrupted you and shooting you a "u up?" text in the middle of the night.

[plutonianeris]

ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴅ: accepting where people see you as the villain ⛓𓌹*♰*𓌺⛓

this is a general reading & for entertainment purposes only, take what resonates and leave what doesn't. scroll through the images & choose based on your inner guidance and gut feeling. 🖤

♱☾pile one☽

sometimes it feels like you can never win because one way or another, theres always someone criticizing you. People are nervous around you and its not necessarily anything you do. I got a lot of scorpio and plutonian energy in my cards/ the oracles. People in your daily life make you seem like the villain because either 1) you don't share too much of you and they are craving for access or 2) you are equally as suspicious of them. Regardless, people can be kind of intimidated of you (but never publically admit it, more like hide it behind shady comments). lol the lyrics of the song playing right now in the background "make everyone hate me if that makes you feel better, your girl talks shit about me just to feel better" as you keep climbing up in your career/ reputation youre going to feel like a lot of more people are judging you. Accept that you cant control that. And if it makes you feel any better, it is envy/ hate but its to hide some jealousy and even some admiration as well.

♡‧₊˚🕸 TIP JAR ‹𝟹 ∙ 🕷

♱☾pile two☽

I heard "theres just no way in hell that this is all on me" the people you live with/ family (and in your hometown) could see you as the villain in those moments you are trying to express your emotions. You could get called being too "emotional" I heard "crybaby" or maybe even being called a hothead & impulsive when you try to talk to your loved ones about how you feel. You could be known for having a short temper or being very emotional (like the type to cry after seeing someone in pain or reading a sad news article). In reality, people close to you can get irritated with how emotionally intelligent you are. When you're angry/ upset about something your'e always determined to do something about it, and you start off by allowing yourself to feel your feelings. Accept that some people dont want to make room for you needs/ emotions. But then know when its time to refuse to give people more access to your energy and make sure you are meeting ur own needs. I just heard "I am worth more than these poor experiences you are trying to give to me"

♡‧₊˚🕸 TIP JAR ‹𝟹 ∙ 🕷

♱☾pile three☽

you could find that people in your neighborhood, apartment complex, or even the school you go to tend to turn you into the villain on the forms you communicate/ ask questions/ express yourself intellectual point of view. If you have siblings you could find that you get into frequent fights or bicker a lot. Youre eager to learn new things and that could throw other people off as you rush past them, ready to know more about the world. this pile reminds me of a curious child lol touching the "dont touch" sign. Out of all the piles this one feels more playful. Its like people suck their teeth and roll their eyes but youre so resilient. you bounce back in a way that feels so efortless that they dont stay too mad. its like even the people that see you as "the villian" at times are still secretly rooting for you? idk lol this pile was weird but also kind of endearing. Again, it reminds me of the way a child falls and quickly gets back up. Even if people judge you, you know that you have to keep it pushing. I just heard "in 5 years... shit, in 5 weeks none of this bs is gonna matter"

♡‧₊˚🕸 TIP JAR ‹𝟹 ∙ 🕷

♱☾pile four☽

people you get into close relationships with (friends, but especially lovers or even your crushes) can make you the villain for your "eccentricity." this pile gave off big Aquarius energty (it reminds me of those with aspects between venus and uranus). lol like your beauty and ways of being are very unique or quirky. honestly, those qualities (your forms of dress, taste in music, the weird things you say, random facts u know) are actually what makes people interested in you and start crushing on you. but then at the same time they judge you for not conforming to societal norms. It's like "I think you are unique and brave, but god cant you just be normal sometimes?" thats annoying! My advice to you is don't EVER let people treat you as if spending time with you was a burden and don't let people pick and choose when to hang out with you. watch out for when you have big groups of friends, you could find that 1 or 2 could be hating behind your back. You always stand out in the crowd and sometimes that leaves insecure people with a sour taste in their mouth. You could be someone that has a different religion/ ethnicity/ background in comparison from the rest of your peers (whether it be at school or work). lol alien superstar is playing in the background rn "don't ever waste your time trying to compete with me... no one else in this world can think like me'

♡‧₊˚🕸 TIP JAR ‹𝟹 ∙ 🕷

© plutonianeris🕸️🕷️

[lovely-lying-loveable-liar]

hasan going down on you when ur stressed and need to relax because of school or work and then u return the favor by giving him a blowjob and he’s just on cloud 9 cuz those r his 2 favorite pass times

*gorilla noises*

"I'm gonna have a fucking freak out."

"Why? What's wrong, Canım?" (translation: Darling - Turkish)

"This fucking project, nobody but me has done anything! None of my 'teammates' have said anything in the group chat I made and we're presenting tomorrow! This is 50% of my grade!"

"Email your professor, Canım. I'm sure they'll understand."

"I already have, she told me she'd check her emails and email me back when I asked her about it in class but I emailed her two weeks ago and nothing! I mean- you'd expect her to be on top of things since she's one of the countries' best teachers! Best teacher my ass. How hard is it to check your emails?!"

During your rant, Hasan had slowly begun to sink down onto his knees, whilst bringing yours to rest on the table in front of you.

"They're such assholes! I made that group chat weeks ago and when I made it they all said none of them could see it and that the numbers were wrong but then I caught them all in a separate group chat! And on top of EVERYTHING my fucking boss is going on maternity leave, I love them and everything but the 'cover boss' they have scheduled to take over is shit! He's gross and weird and-"

Your breath hitches and you let out a soft sigh when a pair of lips delicately place a kiss to your clit.

He had masterfully removed your panties while you were distracted.

His head was under the skirt of your dress, and the image from a third person view must look DIRTY.

You felt like a Victorian being shown ankle for the first time. In no time, Hasan had you gasping, sighing, whining, and drooling!

His warm, wet tongue did wonders to calm your annoyance, but only fueled the fire embedded into your nerves.

It expertly glided over your clit, folds and hole like a Roman army general's fingers over a map while discussing battle plans. You made a mental note to add that to your list of fantasies to pleasure yourself to when Hasan was away...

After a couple more minutes of this, including some delicious tongue-fucking, you came. Hard.

Gripping your darling's head from under your dress did little to soothe you during your high, but when his hand came up to hold yours while his tongue continued its ministrations? Now that did the trick.

When his head came up, his mustache, lips and chin were drenched in *you*

One look into his beautiful doe eyes made you want to suck the soul out of him in return.

Which is exactly what you did.

Now-

I don't know how we feel about the word

Slurping

But I'm gonna go ahead and say that that's what you were doing

So-

Slurping his meat

I'll stop.

He's WHINING

Poor baby :(

He's getting his dick gobbled raw!

What did you expect?!

Baby boy cums fast.

He loves to big himself up on his stamina during sex.

But he folds like a fucking lawn chair when it comes to head.

"Canım, please. I- fuck- Siktir- aşkım, boşalacağım!" (translation: Fuck- my love, I'm going to cum! - Turkish)

*cartoonish gulp*

You then sit next to him and watch while he emails the exam board of your college/university to inform them of the situation with your teammates.

You do so in complete silence, other than heavy breathing, his limp cock hanging out of his boxers while you try not to ruin your dress or the chair.

Good times... *dreamy sigh*

[secretmellowblog]

I hope tumblr doesn’t die because No other social media site is as good for long, thoughtful, nuanced analyses of media. Yeah tumblr is also full of dumb shallow hot takes and shitposts, but you can make dumb shallow hot takes and shitposts anywhere —-there are no other popular social media sites that let you easily format and share long essays on the media you enjoy, and then have conversations around those long essays.

Fandom on all the other big social websites just seems so utterly …shallow. And it’s not because people on other websites aren’t thoughtful or don’t have deep things to say, but because these sites’ formats do not allow for any kind of long nuanced conversations.

Tiktok? Things have to be crammed into a super short video with an attention grabbing headline, and you can’t hyperlink sources. Instagram? Everything has to be in an image format with strict limits on length, and nothing will be shown to your followers anyway because of how Instagram’s algorithm works, and also no hyperlinks. Twitter? Strict character limits, and if you split it into threads it means someone can retweet a part of your essay completely out of context, and also very little freedom with formatting.

It frustrates me so much. If I go into the Tumblr Les Mis fandom I’ll find really compelling long essays on the original novel (including essays being written for the ongoing book club) on the story’s historical context, or the parallels between different characters and their narrative foils, or the way the politics were defanged for certain adaptations, or the way Victor Hugo’s personal life and failings affected the novel. But on tiktok I’ll get the same five shallow stale jokes from 2013 over and over, or maybe the same “DID U KNO THAT IN THE MUSICAL JAVERT AND VALJEAN SING THE SAME LEITMOTIF” style of basic Intro To Les Mis 101 For Babies media analysis (which is what Tiktok considers deep media analysis), or stale “LOL JAVERT ACTS GAY” style jokes as if we’re living in the early 2000s and calling a character gay is still a funny punchline. And it’s impossible to have any kind of deeper thoughtful discussions than “DID U KNOW <x Kool Fact>” or “lol <shallow observational joke>” on tiktok because the platform just isn’t built for building niche communities around in depth conversations. it’s built to churn out bland generic content for as wide an audience as possible, which means pointing out a small detail like an Easter egg and calling it “cool” is deep media analysis, because you cant have longer more in depth conversations without alienating people. And I hate it. Bc like, it’s not because there aren’t smart clever thoughtful people on Tiktok— there are—it’s because Tiktok isn’t built for these conversations, and anyone who wants to have them has to really fight against the things the website encourages or prioritizes!

Or like, if I go into the LOTR fandom on Tumblr, I’ll find tons of extremely long analysis and fanfic, and analysis of queer readings of the story. On Instagram people will still shriek in terror if you suggest the characters are gay, and most of the popular lotr posts are stale memes recycled from like 2007. There’s really no room for thoughtful media analysis, and even if you did create it, instagram’s algorithm would make sure no one saw your post anyway.

And everyone’s going to say “the algorithm shows you what you’ve seen before so maybe it’s your fault ~” or whatever but i do look for things I want! I do! “The algorithm” doesn’t know me or what I want or value or care about beyond this meaningless surface level.

The only thing that was worthwhile about these sites was the great visual art people were creating, but now the websites are overwhelmed with meaningless soulless machine-generated AI glurge, and it sucks. It just really, really sucks.

I’m honestly confused about why people don’t use tumblr….There’s no character limits! You have freedom with post formatting, and can insert images throughout textposts to illustrate specific points you’re making beneath the paragraphs where they’re necessary! You can add hyperlinks, linking to your sources! People can reblog your entire essay and share it, and then add on with commentary that then becomes part of a larger conversation! People can find your stuff through the tagging system! Reblogging means posts stay in circulation for years instead of being dead 30 minutes after they’re uploaded! If you want to have genuinely interesting text conversations about a piece of media, there really isn’t a better social media website for it anywhere.

To be clear, I’m definitely not saying Tumblr media analysis is *always* clever and thoughtful or etc etc. there are shitposts and nonsense here too (plenty of which I’ve created lol.) I’m saying that Tumblr gives people the tools for in-depth insightful analysis to happen. Whether people choose to do it or not is their own decision XD. But the reason lengthy in-depth conversations and book clubs are even possible here is because Tumblr is built for allowing these conversations to happen, in a way other sites simply aren’t.

It’d really suck if it died, because it’d be a huge blow to…being able to easily find long insightful in-depth media analysis written by fans. I currently don’t think there’s anything that could replace it.

[pineappleciders]

RW Omori squad (separate) with a s/o who has verbally abusive parents. Just like “oh it’s fine, it’s how we talk :)” and it’s clearly not, and the character can see that. (and the reader knows too but they don’t like to say that because that’d make everybody sad!)

RW OMORI gang with an S/O who has verbally abusive parents

includes: SUNNY, AUBREY, KEL, HERO, MARI, BASIL

TRIGGER WARNING: verbal abuse, physical abuse (mentioned), parental issues, arguing

reader is referred to with they/them pronouns

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SUNNY

sunny grew up in an asian household, and not to mention his parents favorited his sister. so he's faced his fair share of hurtful comments or impossible standards

although, he hasn't really gotten it to the extent you have, and he's a little. concerned.

like when he first hung out at your place and he heard your mother call you names and berate you,, he got really nervous and awkward

he really doesn't like arguing, and for many other reasons you two sort of decided it would be best to not chill at your place

but it doesn't mean he ignores it!!! he thinks about your parents all the time, and is kind of scared to pry but he asks about it for your safety

you two spend a lot of time at his house!!!! he prefers to not go outside and seeing as your parents erm. aren't the greatest, his house is usually empty and so it's perfect for hanging out!!!!

he never pries to the point of making you uncomfortable, but he is very worried. he'll constantly try to be there for you and lend an ear, as he knows your parents aren't the best listeners.

if you text him that your parents are being loud or yelling at you, he'll send you songs he likes for you to listen to to distract you and texts u constantly to keep you company

AUBREY

it. really pisses her off.

she had incredibly neglectful parents, and her mother would even get physical when drunk

so she knows what abuse is like. that's why although it angers her whenever she hears your parents degrade you, she never talks back to them or anything. she knows that would only end up worse for the both of you

although, she does express it a lot when you two are alone.

"dude, your parents are dicks, Y/N."

she's fully aware you're only playing it off for everyone's sake, but she never really talks about it. she knows how much it sucks for someone to call out a facade cough cough

she'll get you little trinkets or send you images of things that you like or that remind her of you throughout the day to hopefully cheer you up

her house isn't really available for hanging out either, so you guys often go to the lake or get pizza at GINO's, or just chill with the hooligans at the park

she never judges you for it, and tries to subtly let u know that she's there to listen whenever you need it. she wants to offer support that you otherwise don't really have

KEL

when your parents start saying shit at dinner, he looks kinda awkward and tries to change the subject. like if they started comparing you to him he'd be like "oh, haha i actually look up to Y/N! you raised an amazing kid :)"

he might dislike your parents, but he's always respectful of parents in general. he was always taught to respect his elders!!!

and then when you two leave the house he looks at you like a dejected kicked puppy

"man.. your parents are really something, huh?"

kel had only really been insulted by his parents during arguments or whenever he did something wrong, whereas he'd get spanked with a shoe and berated. they didn't verbally degrade him often, but they emotionally neglected him a lot.

he feels real bad for you, but he tries not to bring it up often. he knows it's a sensitive subject, he can tell by how you constantly say it's normal and it's just how they are

kel wants to wait until you're ready to talk about it. he doesn't push it, he wants you to come to him whenever you're comfortable!!

lots of walks and playing sports to get out of the house. he is constantly treating you to pizza at GINO's, and his family loves you to death!!!!! hero sees you as a little sibling and is always teasing kel about you

HERO

he tries his best to be respectful around your parents. he honestly wants to punch their faces in but he will not admit that

it concerns him when you lie and say it's nothing, but he doesn't push it often. sometimes he'll let you know you can be honest with him and that he's there to listen

with most parents, hero automatically wins them over and always tries to be polite and kind. but he doesn't really bother to get your mother roses or strike up conversation with your dad. he just can't really be comfortable around them

hero's family is very welcoming, so he'll always invite you over for dinner and his mother is asking constant questions!!! kel bugs you and jokingly asks why on earth you'd date someone like hero

(this earned him a smack on the head from both his mother and hero)

gets you gifts and flowers often, and leaves encouraging notes and compliments. he really doesn't want you to feel bad about yourself,, he knows it must be hard having parents like that

has a bit of a hard time finding words if you break down or cry, so he holds you in his arms and rubs your back.

"hey, hey, sshh.. i know... it's alright.."

MARI

similar to hero, your parents make it hard for her to control her anger. they're just so!!!!!&!!$&$ she has a general level of respect and awareness though, so she never really says anything

if she's at your place, she tries to be quiet but eventually can't take it and stands up for you.

"you should be a little easier on them. they've been doing quite well in school lately." she says, crossing her arms.

unfortunately this led to her getting kicked out, but she didn't really regret it

if you're ever feeling down about your grades or yourself in general, she's immediately showering you with compliments and encouragement. mari can't stand seeing you doubt how much you mean to her

i think mari has had a complicated relationship with her father, so she isn't a stranger to arguments and general mean comments and berating. part of why she's such a perfectionist is because her father pushed her,, so she's a bit of a hypocrite when saying you shouldn't let your parents dictate what you do

she's very supportive of wherever you want to go in life, always helping you practice and follow your dreams no matter what!!

always taking you out for picnics and dates!!! you spend a lot of time with the group to get away from things for awhile

she plays the piano for you to help you relax, and sometimes you fall asleep on her shoulder as she plays a calming song. she cherishes those moments the most.

BASIL

he hates it, especially when your parents come into the room and start yelling at you. he can't stand it at all

it makes him angry, but he's far too scared and shy to say anything, so he opts for excusing the two of you and taking you outside to check up on you

he can only imagine how hard it is for you to deal with that, so he's always checking on you to see how you're holding up mentally

he isn't great with words, so you two often spend lots of time together!!! at the park, at his house, at the beach, anywhere is fine with him as long as it's with you

polly loves you dearly!!! she's always embarrassing basil in front of you

he's scared that you're insecure about yourself due to your parents' words, so he leaves little sticky notes and drawings around to encourage you in everything you do

"hi Y/N! i hope you have a great day!!!!! here's a sunset picture, it reminded me of you :) -basil" and there's a photo attached of a pretty sunset

you cook the simplest meal?? he's praising it like it's gourmet

he gets you into gardening and photography, always sending you pictures that remind him of you!!!! they're good coping mechanisms for him and make him happy, so he wants to share that happiness with you

[andypantsx3]

hi andie!

do u have any tips for corporate girlies? my friend is starting out in the corp world !! and got a lot of reality checks over how harsh and 'corporate' it is :((

Ohhhhh my god yeah corporate culture sucks!! It's just a bunch of adult babies using fancy words tbh lmao, acting like we're going to war and/or curing cancer when we're really just launching a product no one wants or needs lol.

Not sure what industry your friend is or what role she's in but here are some general tips, starting with practical project tips to more personal/sanity check tips lol.

Make sure you understand your organization's goals and success criteria. This is so basic but in order to understand what leadership cares about and how all the different project components fit in, you're going to want to learn what are all the active projects, who owns them, what success is being evaluated on, and how those performance indicators are being calculated. I work with some people who have no idea what is going on (which, fair) but it ends up creating a ton of churn and can look super bad for them if they are not in step with what our corporate overlords expect from them.

Clear communication is key. Never have I ever encountered more communication issues than working in corporate; people often have one image in their head of what a task looks like where their partner teams might have another, and if you don't outline all the key details together, you could end up delivering something unusable. If you're an individual contributor (aka a task doer), make sure you ask clarifying questions of the project leads if they haven't specified (like, what testing environment something needs to be deployed to, what are the release gating procedures, what is the expected timeline, etc). If you're a project manager, make sure you're clarifying those details with stakeholders and passing that information to your team; prompt your team to ask questions even if they seem clear, and make sure you get that info for them ASAP!!

Documentation is crucial. If you make an implementation decision, document it. If you have a delivery, document it. If you have a process for anything, make sure you document it. If you have a meeting, get those notes out. If you have an agreement with stakeholders, make sure you get it in writing and get them to sign off on it!! Information is key to helping other people understand what you are doing, why you are doing it, what the expectations were from other related parties when you started doing it, and how it can be improved if needed. If you're a project lead or manager, start a folder or repository somewhere for all project communications, keep all your emails & slacks with stakeholders (because they will come back being snotheads and you can politely whip out receipts). :3

Be proactive. Observe the kinds of questions leadership asks, understand their concerns & needs. Then proactively make sure you are addressing those things in your work and/or in your reporting. For example, if you're reporting on a release failure in a weekly business review, make sure you call out things like: 1) what you tried to do to prevent failure, 2) what the ultimate blockers or root causes of failure were, 3) what your learnings were from that failure, 4) what you are going to do to fix it, and 5) what the revised ETA is. That way, even though things didn't go your way, leadership understands you are on top of things and proactively working to solve problems.

Understand priorities & tradeoffs. There will come a time where you have conflicting demands on your time. Work with your manager or org leadership to understand what projects are higher priorities than others, and do not be afraid to escalate to your manager or above if progress is threatened or if you need to clarify. For example, Project A is high priority and Project B is medium priority, but the project manager from Project B is all up in your business asking you to deliver something or investigate something that you don't know if you have time for. Loop in your manager to determine if someone else can take Project B, or inform them that doing B will impose these anticipated risks to A; are they comfortable with that? Then you can circle back to Project B to deliver the news that you're working on A, your manager has suggested this revised timeline or other POC they can work with, and if they have concerns they can escalate. (Usually this shuts ppl up :3)

Improve processes. I cannot emphasize this enough but try to think about how to do things better the next time around, even if things went solidly to plan. Do not get defensive about your work or the quality of your work; always be thinking (or asking other people) about how time could be cut off of something, what processes could be put in place to minimize touchpoints or decrease risks. If you can, try to impose this mindset on your team & ask for project retrospectives, and take specific action items out of those retrospectives! Trust me it makes things so much clearer and easier in the long run if you work to make things better over time!!

Get a mentor. Find someone who has the job you want to have or who seems to know the things you want to know about and ask them to work with you on that! Tell them what your goal is, whether to develop a special skill set to move roles, or develop a specific understanding of a project or concept, and ask them to help you develop a plan to get there. Set up regular time together and goals to work towards in that time. This helps you learn things faster and gives you someone who can vouch for you when it comes time for yearly feedback, role changes, or promotions.

Create a personal portfolio. Keep track of all the things that you do; all the projects you are on, what your role is, what you were responsible for delivering, and what resources you created as part of that, whether it's project wikis, some script, etc. Keep your manager aware of it so they understand your value and have visibility on your work; you can leverage this when it comes time for role changes or promotions. Additionally try to make sure you're working on high viz or high value projects; this gives you even more leverage!!

Do not tie your self worth to your performance or your job title. At the end of the day capitalism sucks, corporations are evil, and none of this shit matters. Even if you don't do something well once, you can improve in the future, and even if your company doesn't see it/isn't a good match for your skills, you have value!!! They profit from keeping you underpaid, stressed out, and dejected, but you are not just a 'resource' or a cog in a machine. You are a person; you will make missteps from time to time but you bring more value to this planet and the people on it just by existing than these capitalist enterprises could ever. Do do not burn yourself out trying to please them, keep yourself open to other job options, and make sure you have a good friend/family support structure in place to reality check you!!

Idk how helpful this was but I hope there was a little something in there that your friend could use. If she has specific questions on anything I'm happy to help out too lol; that might give me more idea what specific aspect she is struggling with & how to help!

[fanfiction-blep]

Could I request a Jake and Na'vi reader smut drabble! if you could include face riding and Jake being a soft dom/brat tamer? only if you you have time!

Also I've been on you're page for a bit and you give off such mommy energy <3

Hi bby! So sweet of you to say! Of course I’m happy to write short images while working on the ghost series! Hope you enjoy I did my best!

Jake Sully Smutty Drabble

Edit: (I wrote this at like 1am forgive me) Warnings: Oral f/receiveing, sex, light bondage, overstimulation and daddy kink.

• okay so have we just accepted as a community this man LOVES eating pussy? Because at this point it’s basically cannon. Like any position? All fours, on your back but especially riding his face. He’s gets so lost in how you taste he can’t even think straight anymore. Arms wrapped tightly against the back of your tights holding you place as best he can. Once he’s got you in the perfect position, one where he can suck on your clit and run his tongue through your folds he’ll hold you there. There is no way your moving, good luck trying honey!

• The first time you asked him to eat you out he couldn’t even describe how happy he was. He was sat around your living space cleaning up his weapons, when you walked in fingers fiddling with your cloths. Your eyes low to the ground. “What’s going on baby? You okay?” You wouldn’t be able to look at him, he couldn’t even hear what you had said at first. “Need your mouth daddy, please?” The whine that left that man’s lips was sinful “come here baby, come sit on daddy’s face” and I can promise you he didn’t let you go. In fact you were so fucked out from his tongue he had to let you sleep in the next day. It was a legs shaking pussy squirting kind of night.

• Jake strikes me as a pleasure dom, alongside being a brat tamer the two go hand in hand with this man.

• He will have you on top of him, a mixture of your juices and his saliva covering his mouth and cheeks, slowly just dripping down his chin. He will be strict while eating you out, mumbling threats through your moans. “If ya don’t quit squirmin’ I won’t let ya cum” “stay still for daddy okay? “Mmm such a good girl for daddy”

• This man has a 3x rule, you have to cum three times on his face or from his mouth before he does anything else. He’s very strict about it. He can’t help it, they way you whimper and whine as he thrusts his tongue into you slowly, pushing his fingers against your skin. He can’t help but keep going even when your begging him to stop.

• He will use his fangs to his advantage at some point. Tracing his teeth against the skin of your thigh. Lightly nipping at your folds.

• He really can’t help it! He gets drunk on your pussy. It’s like his brain shuts off and he just wants to hear all the different noises he can make you produce. If you make a noise he has never been able to pull out of you before he will not stop no matter how many times you cum. “Is this the spot? Hmm?” “Common Princess make those pretty noises for daddy” “this the spot?” “Oooooo there it is, there ya go baby girl. Get noisy for daddy” even with you sat on his face he is a dirty talker!

• If you miss behave, act out or just plain brat him? He will use over stimulation as a punishment or the reverse on occasion.

• “You want my attention? Here I am baby girl now take what you get” he will have you crying from the overstimulation and this is where the Brat tamer takes over and the Pleasure dom steps down. “Awe, you look so pretty when you cry baby. I ain’t stoppin’ tho. You gotta take your punishment like a good girl okay” as this point his hands would be running up and down your thighs.

• In general His brat tamer side only comes out when you push it. “Did you eat today Princess?” If you shake your head he’ll hand you some water, now we all know that you’ll refuse and he’ll lean in real close. “If ya don’t drink your water, I’ll make ya. And then I’ll put something else in your mouth, huh?” “Behave, fuckin’ brat”

• Oh if he is pushed? He’ll have you tied up unable to move (he really likes being completely in control) or he will have you on his lap rutting into you harshly, gripping onto the flesh of your hips. Pushing and pulling you on his cock.

• Jake is a sweet lover, he enjoys talking to you. Knowing that he’s making you feel good. I imagine him kissing up and down your body. “Your so pretty baby, all mine”

• I think he is also big on teasing you. He’ll stand behind you tail wrapping around your leg. He’ll lean in close and whisper in your ear “you look so pretty today princess” sometimes he’ll even trace the markings of your skin, fingers dancing against you.

• Most of the time he is just a wholesome soft dom. He just wants to take care of you, and he wants you to listen. And when you do he is the KING of praise.

• “Oh that’s right baby” “your taking my cock so well” “your so beautiful Princess”

• “gonna make you feel so good, you’ve been so good today baby” “common just a little more, you can take it” Oh yeah man is HUNG. So sometimes it takes a while for you to adjust to his size and though he wouldn’t admit it out loud he enjoys when you complain of pain a little, it boots his ego. “You gotta work me baby, let daddy make you feel good. Wanna make you feel sooo good”

• He is amazing at aftercare. It’s his favourite part of sex, or even simply intimate moments with you. (As any dom should) He’ll hold you close, kissing your eyes wiping away any extra tears or juices covering your skin. He uses his tongue to clean you up a lot. If your in pain he’ll dig his fingers into your muscles trying to ease them and reduce any aching. If he caused any kind of marking he’ll not shop apologising. “Fuck I’m so sorry sweetheart, ya not hurt right?” You both learned to keep a snack basket near your sleeping area. So that he could feed you and hydrate you (both of you!)

Keep sending me requests my loves I always appreciate them!

[plutonian-moon]

how it is to having 12h stellium/being 12th houser ? + my experience with it ! ミ☆° ♱⋰

writing this as an 12h stellium myself ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ☆°

!! remember that most of this gonna be my personal experience but also what i observe with others peoples who r 12th housers so if u will not resonate with it and u r 12th houser too then thats okay everyone experience is different keep it in mind ☆° ✮♱✮ !! ☆° !!

▪ we can often feel misunderstood by others as if we are talking to someone but we don't really feel that the other person understands us we can talk to someone and suddenly someone interrupts us, feeling ignored and alone even around a large number of people around us can be something we struggle so much, apart from the feeling of alienation and loneliness and not knowing who we rlly are, sometimes we look in the mirror but we have a blurred image of ourselves as if we were but we were not.. ‧₊˚✩彡

▪we easily attract vampire energy and people who want to take advantage of us and suck all the good energy out of us, we are often unaware that we are giving too much to the bad people until it is too late and we become exhausted but not only these people make us feel overwhelmed.. the presence of other people in most degrees makes us feel overwhelmed ‧₊˚✩彡

▪peoples dont rlly know us we tend to take the form of a chameleon that fits into the character of people depending on who we r with atm not to mention that we feel things very easily, we simply feel that something or someone is not right we have a natural intuition which practically always confirms itself, and bc a lot of energy of people overwhelms us we find more comfort in being alone.. yk know what its like to know something but not know how we know something we just feel that we know without knowing how?? it is the influence of the energy of the 12th house that most likely makes manifesting something so easy for us so we have to be careful with our thoughts .. our subconscious also sends us signs that we can look for in dreams yes in dreams bc we can have them very realistic to such an extent that waking up crying in the morning can be a natural thing for us! often our dreams can also give us warnings and can manifest in real life ‧₊˚✩

▪when it comes to relationships with others, we can often meet people who at first it may seem that we have a great connection and then these people suddenly disappear from our lives it happens that the universe often tests us by giving us punishable relationships .. as the 12th house rules hidden enemies we can have many just people who will pretend to like us also attracting people who r going through a difficult life or struggling with substance abuse, mental health etc we can often meet these types of peoples bc they need healing in some way .. peoples will ask us about various kinds of advice bc others see us as a person who has been through a lot even with a lot of energy of the 12th house we often have quite hard experiences in various aspects of life (family home, relationships / friendships, etc.) ‧₊˚✩彡

▪ others have hard time seeing our personality its can be alot of confusing here bc thats what doing neptune. we r giving to others energy and personality that differs in reality from who we rlly r, which is a burden for us bc we often get lost in who we are, we often feel empty and lost, which leads to isolation with the energy of the 12th house, people generally trust us easily and can easily share their life experiences and secrets to us very easly! as our energy is very noticeable even if we don't want it and even if we are not aware of it, often others can know we are having a bad day, we r sad or smth is just wrong as we tend to wear our emotions on our face ‧₊˚✩彡

▪we r looking for deep spiritual and thelephatic connection with someone and most of the time we have so many deep connections its can be with our lovers, friends etc! ‧₊˚✩彡

▪idk if this is only me but when i am for example at an party and i feel that something or someone is draining my energy i need to leave and be alone to process my feelings and mind .. or just random i will leave something to just be with myself bc there is too many peoples ‧₊˚✩彡

▪sometimes i random disappear from social media, and i cant explain why but its happen alot idk if others 12th houser are like this too but yea ‧₊˚✩彡

▪we tend to have hidden enemies .. like we can feel bad energy from this person but we also hmm cant explain why we get this bad energy, we can feel something but we can have hard time explain whyy we feel this way and most of the time our intuition is very good about peoples and our friends/lovers even someone from families can easly becomes enemies ! so we need to be careful with peoples bc not everyone will have good intentions to us ! ‧₊˚✩彡

▪12th housers bc its pisces house right we tend to stucks in the past and not focusing on this moment that is here ‧₊˚✩彡

▪attracting peoples with addictions + mental health issues etc is very common ! also we giveee aloottt to the wrong peoples we can be very overgiving but others dont give us the same energy as we give ‧₊˚✩彡

▪we can have lack of boundries in friendships, love etc .. ‧₊˚✩彡

▪another thing that i wanna say is that we can have alot of proprethic dreams that can manifest into our life ! also we are easly manifesting what we think about : ‧₊˚✩

▪we tend to be very gifted with many talents so many of us have even hidden talenets ! alot of 12th housers r attracted 2 astrology, numerology, mbti, psychology, criminology, drawing etc ! so thats why u see alot of 12th housers who are astrologers ! also musicans and artistics gifts can be rlly very strong !! ‧₊˚✩彡

▪12th house also talks about escaping so with having 12th house placements we tend to escaping alot of the time and in many forms for example (escaping in form of listening 2 music, sleeping, going into walk by urself, even in some cases escaping in form of substance abuse) ‧₊˚✩彡

▪most peoples dont want the best for us and might talk random shits about us behind back, there are peoples here that gonna be jealous of us and they will want to destroy us in the most subtele way bc its 12th house so hidden enemies u cant see them .. !! its opposition to 7th house that rules open enemies so keep it in mind !! ‧₊˚✩彡

▪bc of having the energy of the 12th house we may have difficulty letting go of the past, therefore we tend to stay in relationships / situations that are bad and toxic for us and are causing pain bc we can get too attached to others, also most of us have difficulty cutting off from toxic peoples or they will keep coming back to us even if we cut them off from our live, as if they were returning because we didn't learn the lessons they came to us with, also we may have difficulty setting the boundary between the other person and often we are a therapist for most peoples, and others can easly vent to us and expect advice and help from us which can have also bad side peoples often can even abuse us and expecting too much so we can feel very overwhelmed and we can feel that we want to help everyone but in fact we realize that we dont recognive the energy that we give so we want to cut ourselves off from everyone and just disappear ‧₊˚✩彡

▪we have an issues with putting urself our needs at first bc we put others in the first place, which again can exhausts us mentally + emotionally ‧₊˚✩彡

▪very often peoples can cross our borders, an example of this may be that the person we offer something refuses the first time, the second time, the third time, etc and this person still puts pressure on us to go somewhere that we don't want to go ‧₊˚✩彡

▪we can have experiences in the past with paranormal things or we can feel the presence of someone, etc. we can very easily feel the energy, be it people or something else, it doesn't matter, we just have this ability and at the same time we are equally sensitive to some energies so we need to isolate ourselves from others and be alone, listen to music, calm down or go to sleep, do a self care routine, take a bath or anything that will make us happy or calm us down! ‧₊˚✩彡

▪as the 12th house also rules karma, we can attract karmic relationships that teach us earlier I mentioned this a bit earlier but also the point is that people who hurt us can quickly get their karma whether it's about relationships or other aspects of their lives they just get their karma sooner or later ‧₊˚✩彡

▪ want to mention is hospitals, water and mental health problems so the topic is not very interesting but we have to keep that in mind the fact that the 12th house is a hard house in astrology so it will also talk about more difficult things anyways going to the topic : the 12th house rules hospitals, water and mental health problems so peoples who are 12th houser may have either fear before being in the hospital or fear of water / swimming due to previous unpleasant events related to it or it just scares them for some unexplained reason as for mental health problems people with a strong influence of the 12th house can often struggle with mental health problems, whether with strong fears, paranoia, hallucinations or with severe depression, dissociation (derealization/depersonalization) etc ₊˚✩彡

▪when it comes to childhood and family because i want to mention that most of us didn't have the most colorful one often in childhood we could feel misunderstood, abandoned and we could get little support/love/attention just the care everyone deserves therefore, the consequences of this are that we often get into unhealthy relationships because even if they are unhealthy, this person can give us attention, and since we missed him, we will ignore who this person is just because (depending on whether we know that we are ignoring on purpose or not ) if we cut off contact with this person, we will be left without attention, which we may miss a lot, in general, we tend to idealize people who are not worth it and we are mostly blind to the red flags that someone is having. we could also have parents who were not present or one of the parents was not or was but was not physically or emotionally present ‧₊˚✩彡

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩ ♱⋰ ⋱✮ *ੈ✩‧₊˚⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

[hees-mine]

hey bookie, just wanted to lyk u write the most toe curling smut ive ever read😻i wish i could write as good as you, like you really capture the image in the readers head!! do u have advice on writing dialogue? like how to make it realistic, how do u find so many good alternatives instead of saying “he said” or “she said” if you know what i mean? i think the word is dialogue tags😭or just writing advice in general, how to not make the smut awkward!

Hello!! First tysm! 🩵

I mean tmi but like I really have to be in a mood to write smut I think that’s why it seems so realistic cause I really imagine that scene in my head as I write it

Another thing like you were saying with he “he said” “she said” is that you learn from trial and error I do a lot of re reading before posting just to make sure it all sounds right and put together so review your writing also if you can lengthen your vocabulary that will help a lot

I don’t have advice on how to do that cause I can just do it naturally but if I had to I’d say just say you’re wanting to use a word but you already used it so you want to use something else like a different variation

Let’s say the word is “sighed” so instead of saying he sighed you could say “he breathed out” “he exhaled a deep breath” he exhaled” or exasperated sigh”

Or it could be like instead of saying “he sighed” you could say

“Heeseung sighed in annoyance”

“heeseung let out an annoyed sigh”

Or

“Sighing in annoyance heeseung replied”

You feel me?

So it’s kinda just using the words backwards almost which helps a lot to not sound like you’re saying the same thing over and over

Here’s another example for words like “and”

So let’s do a quick lil smutty scene

Example 1

Heeseung’s hands traveled down your waist softly squeezing the flesh and his lips met your neck with wet kisses and he sucked on that spot and you knew there would definitely be marks by tomorrow morning

So now let’s get rid of the “and” and make it sound a bit smoother as you read it I like to make paragraphs as seamless as possible and make them a bit longer so the reader can really feel what’s going on and also I don’t use a lot of big words cause we’re reading for entertainment not to Learn💀

Okay now here’s example number 2

Heeseung’s hands slowly made their way to your hips finger tips digging into the soft flesh causing a desperate moan to fall from your lips that still tingled in excitement from his rough kisses just moments prior his soft lips trail open mouthed kisses along the length of your neck as he leaves soft little love bites for you to remember him the morning after

See the difference? It’s not that the first example was so bad but by using a lot of “ands” it makes it feel like you have to stop and start where if you use “as” all the sudden it becomes smooth and seamless

And an alternative to “as” you could use “while”

Example number 3

Heeseung pinned you against the wall a gasp leaving your lips giving him the perfect opening to slip his tongue inside your mouth tangling it with yours as his cold fingers slip underneath your shirt sending chills down your spine his lips roamed every inch of your neck his supple kisses leave you wanting more as you tangle your hands in his hair black hair a groan transfers from his throat to your mouth the room feels hot as his kisses grow hungrier he tightens his grip on your waist making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure causing you to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop too intoxicated by your scent and your feel that his lips need to be on every inch of you your neck being the next best option as he zeros in on your pulse point kissing sucking and leaving marks that you have to cover in the morning

So boom there you have it those are like three different variations and styles of writing pretty much the same scene

So i hope that helps if you have anymore questions I happy to answer them 🩵

[uchihagods]

THE SUIT, U. OBITO/FEMALE READER. | MODERN AU, FANFICTION.

warnings: obito’s a business man, teasing, praise kink, unprotected sex, obito’s in love with his so, as always, breeding kink, duh, he’s an uchiha after all, switch!obito/reader, oral sex, m!receiving, fingering, kinda face-fucking, breasts appreciation, overstimulation, i think that’s all, heavy smut in general.

wc: 3.1k

character/s: obito uchiha n.n; featuring: the uchihas, especially madara.

beta’d by: @obitosryuu <33

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IMPORTANT!… please, feel free to ignore if any of these topics trigger you; read at your own risk!

“SO, what do you think?”

At the sound of your husband’s voice, you averted your gaze from the screen of your phone just to almost choke on your own saliva at the sight of the now changed Obito.

The dark-haired man was standing next to the door of your shared living room dressed all elegant with the outfit he only wore for specific and special occasions like the one he had tonight, in a couple of hours if you’re not mistaken.

Every once in a while the Uchiha family, or rather those members who were involved in the family business, reunited in expensive restaurants or in their own offices to discuss whatever they discussed there. Since you weren’t part of the business, you were completely unaware of what they talked about.

The only thing you knew for sure was that Obito always came back late from those meetings, normally in a bad mood or stressed and willing to fuck the shit out of you for hours until your pussy couldn’t hold any more of his seed.

Your cheeks began to redden when certain images of the endless nights full of lust popped up in your mind… How your beautiful, sweet and caring husband transformed into a dirty, degrading and harsh man.

You shook your head to focus on what was important now, which was how fucking hot the Uchiha looked in that new suit you bought him yesterday.

It was a pretty common suit, though.

Since Obito tended to wear black when it came to elegant events, you decided to change this habit a bit by choosing the dark-gray suit that caught your eye some time ago along with the turtleneck shirt you fell in love with that same day.

And boy, you did make a good choice. A splendid one, actually.

The way the fabric hugged the muscles of his arms spoke for itself, and don’t get me started on the way his tie was loosened thanks to his open-collared dress shirt, allowing the curious eyes to contemplate a piece of the black turtleneck beneath it.

“Makes you look taller, that’s for sure…” You confessed after some thought, biting your lower lip slightly. “I just knew this color would suit you.”

“Isn’t it too tight, though?” Obito wondered, completely oblivious of your hungry gaze.

“It squeezes you in the right places.” Your eyes were locked in his softened crotch while saying this, not even trying to hide how turned on you were already.

“Uhm, you’re… Are you staring at my dick?” You hummed, resting your chin on your palm. “Oh, uh… W-Why?”

“Why not?”

You took advantage of his speechlessness to stand up from the couch and go right in front of him with a seductive expression written all over your face, your hands reunited behind your lower back as your lips got closer to his own to murmur: —“I wanna suck you off so badly, baby… Would you let me do that for you, hm?”

Obito’s mouth parted in surprise at the sudden words that had reached his ears, eyebrows raised and his whole body tensed. “I-I have a meeting in an hour, we c-can’t…”

“All I need is thirty minutes.” You stated convincingly, your hand making its way to his hard on to caress it through his pants, earning a low grunt from your husband and a slight buck of his hips searching for more. “See? You want it too.”

“Fucking…” He panted the moment your fingers enclosed his heavy bulge as much as the clothes let you. Well, he couldn’t leave the house with a boner, could he? “Fuck, just quit it with the touches already so I can take this damn suit off.”

“No!” You stopped your ministrations at his stupid last statement but without removing your hand entirely. “Don’t you dare, Obito Uchiha.”

“You’re gonna make a mess, and while you’ll have time to shower after we’re done, I certainly won’t. God, I shouldn’t even give in to this.”

“Yet here you are, craving my touch.” You teased him by tracing his awaiting cock with the tip of your index finger, looking up at him through your eyelids. “The pretty suit stays.” You commanded once your mouth reached his ear with the help of your tiptoed feet to (barely) match his height.

“Hmph,”

“Good boy.” Your hands were skillful to unfasten his belt quickly, you dropped the piece out of your way as your knees met with the floor to pull down his pants and find his black boxers molded to the outline of his hard member. “Such a view…”

Your face instinctively moved closer to his crotch, you stuck out your tongue to slowly lick his still clothed shaft. When you reached the bulbous tip, you pressed your muscle there for a couple of seconds ‘till Obito’s moans became louder.

“Honey, p-please.”

“Please what?” Your voice came out muffled by the fabric against your mouth, you were trying to surround the shape of his cock between your puffy lips to frustrate him even more.

“Hmgh,” he grunted. “I know what you’re attempting to do.” One of his hands went to grip your hair to keep you there while his hips swayed from side to side to relieve the pulsating ache your actions caused.

“Then, why don’t you ask nicely what you want?”

“We don’t have the time for this, Y/N.” You could tell by his tone that he was getting annoyed, but that only encouraged you to trace a wet path along his covered length.

“Precisely.” You emphasized when you concluded with a long kiss to his mouth-watering hidden tip.

“You little b-… Fine.” Obito let out a defeated sigh, accepting your unspoken wish to be the dominant one today. “Could you-…? Hm, put to work those pretty lips of yours on my bare cock…?” You shook your head no, that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “Could you, please, suck me off without so many clothes in the way?”

“That’s better.”

You finally took the waistband between your fingers to get rid of his boxers, you pulled down the fabric until it reached his ankles to rest along with his pants, making Obito hiss the moment his dick sprung free and was surrounded with the fresh air in the room.

“Someone’s eager here, hm…” You couldn’t help but to stare at his marvelous, huge member; especially his glistening head, which made you want nothing more than to have him inside your mouth.

Nevertheless, you still had a role to play and that’s why you weren’t touching his now bare cock. You didn’t miss the way Obito’s face wrinkled in pain as his fist tightened on your hair, his hips were acting on their own when they thrusted forward in an attempt to feel your pretty lips on him.

“Baby, please… Not this again.”

Not even you could handle your teasing anymore, “Do you prefer my h-…?”

“Mouth. Always. Your mouth, always.” He stumbled over his words, desperate at this point.

Your hands found their way onto his thighs, and your mouth wasn’t entirely open the moment Obito decided to fill it with his impatient cock once and for all, resulting in him moaning in relief and in you gagging on his shaft.

Backing off a little, keeping only his tip between your lips, you looked up at him through your forming tears as your tongue went to work circling around the bulbous head, fingers now surrounding the base to make it easier.

Encouraged by his fast breathing you traced your way down his length leaving small kisses just to go back up with a long and slow lick to the underside of his dick following the bulging vein there to, at the end, take him completely into your mouth ‘till the tip hit the back of your throat, hand moving downwards to massage his full balls.

“O-Oh, fuuuck! That’s it, honey.” Your husband whimpered as his head fell back on the wooden door behind his tensed figure.

Under normal situations, he would’ve taken advantage of his grip on your hair to guide your movements in order to find a satisfying rhythm, but something told him that he should let you decide what to do next.

Starting to bob your head up and down with the assistance of your skilled tongue, you continued with the ministrations to his balls at the same time in order to double his pleasure, you raised your gaze to meet his just to find his eyes shut in concentration and his lips pressed together as to not make so much noise even though you couldn’t be heard by anyone outside your flat.

A particular hard suck to his aching member had him seeing stars through his closed eyelids, chasing with his hips inside your mouth to feel that indescribable sensation again, using his grip on you to reach the back of your throat and keep you there for a couple of seconds more.

“U-Use your tongue, pretty.” Obito asked between moans, watching your nose squeezing against his skin due to how deep in your mouth he was. It didn’t matter how many times you’d given him head throughout the years, you always ended up choking on his huge, long length every single one of them.

You did as you were told, managing to give him pleasure slipping your tongue along his heavy cock and occasionally reaching the point where his balls and base met to stimulate him there as well.

Obito let you go with a loud growl when he sensed your pats on his thighs, informing him you couldn’t take him that deep any longer. You pushed away rapidly, coughing in the process, while holding his coated member in your hand.

“S-Sorry,” your voice was somewhat broken, puffy eyes and swollen lips were also hints of what you were doing. “You’re just too big…”

“You did it well, so good for me.” He praised you lovingly, leaning down a little to caress your reddened cheek with his fingers. “You made me feel amazing, honey.”

“But you didn’t cum…” You cried, stroking his still hard dick to prove your point.

“Because I didn’t want to, baby.” The dark-haired explained as he helped you stand up from the floor, taking a mental note to buy you some cream for your bruised knees. “Y’know I prefer to fill your perfect pussy full of my cum, don’t you?” He whispered hotly against your ear, hands gripping your hips to maintain your balance, yours resting atop his dressed forearms.

“W-What about your meeting?” You wondered, looking for the clock to check the hour. “You’re late!”

“I can’t leave my wife alone while she’s feeling insecure about something that’s not true, can I?” You tilted your head to the side. “Plus, I’m already late. It wouldn’t make any difference arriving a bit more late, Madara’s going to kill me anyway.”

“Idiot,” you giggled.

“If being an idiot is what it takes to be by your side fucking you against this door, then I’ll beg whoever’s up there to stay an idiot for the rest of my life.” Your husband exclaimed between small kisses to your temple, using his feet to get rid of his shoes, pants and boxers so they don’t get in the way when he performs what he was meticulously planning in his mind.

“Oh, God.” You hid your embarrassed expression on his wide chest. “I forgot how poetic you become when you’re turned on…”

“Mhm… Would you let me, then?” His mouth was over your neck now, sucking the skin there and hoping it would leave a mark.

“Being an idiot for the rest of your life?” You smiled sheltered in the warmth of his chest, moaning softly the moment his hips bucked forward and his bare tip touched your clothed clit. “O-Obito…”

“I meant the part where I fuck you stupid against the door.” He pulled you closer by your hips, his hard length resting on your abdomen. “You must be tired from such a great job you did for me earlier, now let me take care of you.”

“Sounds good.” You whimpered, moving your lower half in search of friction. Obito’s finger went to your chin and lifted your head up to start a soon-heated make out, your hand slipped downwards to stroke his dick without separating it too much from your aching center. “A-Aahh, ‘need you inside me.”

“I know, baby.” He said quietly, surrounding your bruised neck with his hand while the other worked on the button of your shorts. “I’m on it.”

“I love your cock s’much, ‘can’t wait to have it stretching my walls…” You squeezed his shaft, provoking him, as you started another languid and loud kiss.

Your shorts made their way down your legs and you tossed them away somewhere in the room with the help of your feet. Obito didn’t waste any more time so he just raised you up by your thighs and pressed your back against the damn door without a word.

The dark-haired asked you to hold tight on his shoulders while he managed to move your panties to the side and enter your wet hole from his spot. “Baby, f-fuuuck! What a perfect hole you have.” He moaned once his cock shoved into your pussy, making you imitate him as your head fell on his neck along with your arms to support yourself.

Gripping your ass firmly, Obito started thrusting into you very slowly at first, getting used to the unusual position and trying to figure out the best way to pound into you without making you uncomfortable; but he guessed he was doing just well if the sounds coming out of your mouth were anything to go by.

“Right there, Obi. Right fucking there.” You grasped his hair forcefully, forehead pressing against his to be able to look at his beautiful eyes through your own teary ones.

“You’re so tight, always.” He cried as his fingers dug into the skin of your butt to quicken his pace, creating new slapping and squelching sounds that filled the entire living room. “Get your tits out for me, pretty.”

Every hard thrust went straight to your abused cervix, soft walls clenching around his throbbing cock, and thus turning you into a crying mess. Obito held you better, hoping you’d fulfill his request soon, and you leaned on one arm while your other hand lowered your top enough for your breasts to be pushed up by the collar of it, offering your husband the sight of your mounds pressed together inside your laced bra.

Obito let out a groan at your perfection. “I doubt you have any idea how much I love your boobs, not even a small hint of it.” He punctuated entering and exiting your hungry, wet hole.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Your whole body was bouncing, your tits along with it, which was exactly what the dark-haired was looking for. “-‘Gonna cum, baby.”

“That’s it, honey.” He panted, hips moving faster than before. “Let your juices coat my cock so I can breed your pretty cunt.”

“Shit, Obi.” You complained as you released on his heavy shaft with trembling legs and eyes squinted, your insides closing vigorously around him. You searched for his lips to initiate a sweet kiss. “Your turn.”

“Already there.” Obito tightened his grip, hiding his face on your neck to nip at it just to trace his way downwards with a long lick to then suck on the soft skin of your mounds. “A-Ah! Fucking…”

The moment his dick twitched, indicating he was about to fill you full of his seed, you pulled his hair and kissed him open-mouthed ‘till the first drops painted your overstimulated walls, resulting in you both moaning in the middle of your messy make-out.

“So much…” You chuckled, referring to the amount of cum he was releasing inside you. “I love you, baby.”

“Your fault,” he still was thrusting into you while he finished cumming but very slowly compared to the pace he was going minutes ago. “And I love you too.”

“You can put me down now, y’know?” You informed him, “You must be tired from all the effort you made to make me feel good.”

Obito did as you told, leaving you gently on the floor again, and once you were supporting your full weight with your legs, you regretted your decision. Your husband must’ve noticed your problem since he was giving you a proud look, “Sore, aren’t we?”

“Oh, shut up!” You scolded him jokingly, raising your arms to encircle his neck and pull him into a kiss, tongue asking for permission to enter his wet cavern to start a not-that-coordinated dance with his own.

He grabbed your bare hips forcefully, playing with the fabric that hugged them and noticing they matched your bra. “You haven’t had enough? We’re all sweaty and sticky, especially me.”

“Hhm, I should be asking that to you…” You felt one of his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties to slip them down, you tossed them away with your feet.

“Turn around for me.” The dark-haired bit your lips before trailing kisses along the length of your neck to finish with a suck on your collarbone.

You turned around, using your forearm as a support for your sweaty forehead. Behind you, Obito knelt down to spread your asscheeks and watch your little hole struggle to keep his release inside, he collected the semen slipping down your thighs just to put it back with a hard thrust of his fingers.

“Mhm! O-Obito, baby.” You jumped slightly the moment he moved them in a hooking manner, taking more wet sounds out of your pussy. “So good, fuck!”

“You think you can cum for me one more time, my love?” He asked against your ear even though he knew the answer, quickening his movements and enjoying the sight of the mixed fluids dripping into his palm.

“A-Ah, Faster! Fas-!” You were interrupted by Obito’s ringtone, making you gasp in surprise and realization.

“Ignore it, ‘should stop soon. W-What are you doing?” He frowned when he didn’t feel your warmth surrounding his fingers anymore, watching you walk towards his phone with your panties on. “When…?”

“Be a responsible man and answer the phone, Obito.” You handed him the vibrating device, a determined expression over your face.

“I don’t really want to hear Madara’s rage towards me, y’know…?” Your husband scoffed, searching for his boxers and attempting to put them on under your critical gaze.

“Now.” You raised your eyebrows like you always did when you were serious about something.

“Not happening.” Obito refused, insecure.

“A week without sex.” You started, shaking the phone in your hand.

“Wait, what?”

“That’s two.”

“Not fair!” He complained.

“Wanna make it three?”

“Oh, c’mon! Give me that!”

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[kiisaes]

binder

(extra thoughts under the cut)

i've always dealt with poor body image and this summer it seemed to have peaked somehow. being out of the house from 7am to 6pm every day for work meant i couldn't bind, or at least dealing with binding would be a hassle every day. my body dysmorphia is connected to my binding (more specifically, how i feel about my chest) (it's also linked to my perception of gender), but it isn't life ruining or anything. i'm ok with not binding, it's just more comfortable for me. anyway, i begrudgingly accepted that i'd have to wear a bra every day just to make my life easier

and during this time my dysmorphia skyrocketed big time without me even realizing it. i just felt really fucking shitty about my body every day. and that's generally kind of a constant LOL so i normally don't think too much of it, but this .. oh this was BAD. there would be times where i'd go to work, pass glass buildings on the way and utterly despise how my reflection looked

only when i had a week to myself did i realize: oh shit. binding is kinda saving my mental health right now, isn't it

i've been fortunate enough my whole college career where i could bind whenever i wanted and only needed to wear a bra in certain situations. most of the time i had the luxury to calculate how long i'd be out of of my living space, so i can determine whether or not i could bind comfortably. so being stripped of that choice really sucks!!! especially if binding is the only method u have atm of feeling like urself in ur own skin!!!!!

[rreskk]

do one when the reader is riding trevors dick and trevor sucks the readers tits and make trevor dom and lots of making out plssss ily xoxo

Wowzer! HEY BOOBY ;)

Summary: You sent an explicit picture to Trevor when he was busy with "business", and you had teased him until he turned up at your door with intensions to make you squirm.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2343

You had purchased a rather revealing dress, one without his notice nor awareness. It was sleek, velvety dress that barely approached your thighs. It had made a tremendous job at huddling your frame and curves, the black material being made for your body. Nevertheless, you had decided to go bra free; your breasts roaming freely while under the imprisonment of your newest purchase. However, it was still visible… Visible enough for him to love.

It was a shame he was busy.

You stood in front of your mirror and decided to send him a picture of your skimpy dress.

One hand holding your waist, the other holding the phone, you had your body tilted so your loose breasts were able to feature, as well as your ass. There was a slyness to your grin that was hidden from behind the phone case…

And then you took the picture before clicking on his contact information. With one exhale, you attached the suggestive image and threw your phone aside, squirming at your random burst of confidence. It made it worse, your stomach roaming with butterflies, knowing he has a weakness for some unfair teasing.

Being busy, receiving that picture, having to continue with his business… Man, you were evil.

It didn’t take even a second for your phone to vibrate frantically. You were hesitant to check your phone. You were nervously aroused, shamelessly horny, alone and desperate.

But it kept on continuing.

Trevor was spam calling your phone, his profile picture appearing every 3 seconds for minutes straights. There were a few messages aside that would suggest his general reaction to your dress. It was hard to read from a distance but you managed to identify certain words such as “fuck” and “hot”… The usual attire to describe your beauty. Though of course, some of his spellings and punctuation were quite childlike and misused. It was worser than usual, possibly manifesting how eager he had become – just from one photo.

“Shit…” You murmured, watching the phone continue to have spasms. This was edging. You were edging him, mercilessly. And you were enjoying it… Yet you wonder how hard he’s going to act when you do give in and answer one of his calls, just one of them.

Then it came to a complete stop.

10 minutes of watching that damn phone ring made peace seem unfamiliar. You were concerned and tip-toed, hovering over the screen which was black. Until it lit up again, with one message.

‘FUK YOU!!! Im cuming over. U better b ready or ill be angree.’

“Oh God.” You were in some deep shit now.

 He was supposed to be doing this important precaution meeting for a heist with his crew in Los Santos, or whatever… You personally never met them, but it’s clear they know you now since Trevor seems determined to skip just to teach you a lesson.

It was hard to predict how quick he’s going to be. It made you oddly paranoid. Your eyes were glued to the front door as you were sat on your sofa, dress loosely on and panties off. Expecting him to get down with it straight away, you saved the energy of him stripping you and only wore the black dress with nothing more, nothing less. You rubbed your naked legs anxiously, the sofa underneath you becoming invisible as your whole body felt ecstatic and aroused. Your pussy throbbed even more after your panties were torn off. The cold air had left you even more wet; his favourite preference when fucking you hard.

Then you began imagining how frantic he’s going to be when seeing you lying seductively on the sofa. You really wanted him to come sooner, even though you were intimidated by his threatening tone from the messages. You knew you had been naughty, purposely missing his calls, and you were excited to see the punishment. Imagining how feisty his hands would be when scrapping the surface of your waist, mounting you onto his cock as he thrusts aggressively.

Oohhh…

You had to stop yourself from touching, or he’ll be more than “just angry.” But it was still tempting. Your cunt was throbbing, almost hurting. You’ve never been this turned on before, and you weren’t complaining. It was sickening. Constantly imagining him railing you had completely switched off your awareness, not noticing the front door slam open as –

“Ah! Look who it is, ay?”

You jumped at his booming voice.

“If it isn’t my favourite little slut,” His tongue spitting with venom as he slammed the door shut behind him, eyes immensely fixated on your body before his whole demeanour changed, “Oh… Look at you, sugar. All dolled up. Even better than that picture you sent me, eh?”

Trevor stormed over, his heavy boots shaking your floorboards, until he was hovering over you on the sofa. There was a sense of amusement in his dark, brown eyes that flooded you with thrill. Your arm hairs perked at the sudden contact of his touch. He had his finger draw invisible ink upon your thigh, migrating towards your dress that hugged your figure close. Then he identified your braless chest. And he grinned from ear to ear.

“You’re a naughty little thing…” He growled – forcing you to look at him straight.

“Sorry, Trevor…” Lies, lies, lies. He knew. You were smirking as you had the audacity to lie in his face, with no shame either. His face told you to be quiet, yet his occurring boner was only growing by minute.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, baby. I… Hate… Lies…”

“No, I’m really sorry, Trevy.” Your eyes gleamed with mischief.

“…[y/n]…”

“I didn’t mean to send that picture… It was meant for someone else.”

He flinched at your brutal edging. His nostrils were flared, his eyebrows furrowed, lips curled into a heavy scowl. He couldn’t look at you without feeling antagonised by your attempts of winding him up. Trevor grumbled something under his breath before grabbing your jaw and forcing his lips against yours.

His kiss was hostile, holding you captive. The hand around your jaw was definitely going to leave a purple bruise by the time he’s done with you.

“God…” You’d moan throughout the kiss, trying to snake your arms around him but he knew your games, and he pinned you against the sofa, continuing to feast your lips with his own.

No remorse for the sinful.

Trevor was making sure he had left his saliva in every inch of your mouth, including tongue. On countless occasions he’d make you gag through the brutality of his kiss. But there was no remorse for the sinful. Being so caught up in your lustful world, you had disobeyed and riddled him for fun. He found enjoyment in seeing you so eager for him, as much as he was for you. Yet the power, the control, the authority of your body was so wrongly good. He pushed your head away, watching you fall back against the sofa with a soft grunt.

“Fuck…”

“Oh, fuck indeed, little miss slut,” Trevor’s finger caught the lining of your dress before taking a peek; no panties, just a wet pussy for him to saviour. He licked his lips and gave you a sweet, but frightening grin – “You ready for me, princess?”

You squirmed, “Please… Please…”

“Nuh uh… You’ve been a bad bad girl, ain’t you?”

You shook your head.

“[y/n], don’t lie to me.”

“I wasn’t bad, baby… I wanted you.” It was like the night of the living dead. Your sport was lying and begging for him to correct you.

“Ooohhhh… And I… Wanted… You, sugar… But guess what?” He mangled your waist and threw you on top of his stomach, his nails threatening to dig into the material of your dress, but also the surface of your skin.

“You didn’t FUCKIN’ call me.”

You gulped before he pinned your hands down against his groin. His eyes never left yours in the process.

“You will grab my cock and ride it, hotlips. You teased me enough… I ain’t gonna do anything but fuckin’ watch you pathetically moan my name, slut. You hear me?”

“Yes…”

“You hear me?”

“Yes, Trevor.” You nodded, nervously gazing down at his hands that slowly ungripped your red wrists. He threw his arms up and began staring as you clumsily fiddled with his belt, managing to access his flies that was easy to zip down.

“Oh fuck…” A whisper left your throat when his cock was twitching in his briefs. When you freed it, you felt Trevor’s hips jerk at the sensation of your cold fingers that stroked his tip. You momentarily lifted up your dress to reveal the soaked cunt that had been on Trevor’s mind ever since your photo.

He smirked before slamming you down against it.

“FUCK!”

You had hunched over at the impact, hands clenching his large shoulders as you wasn’t prepared for him to suddenly hold you onto his throbbing cock. His raw skin ruined your sex until you were breathing out his name in profound manners.

“C’mon, [y/n], we both want this. Fuckin’ do it.”

His commands motivated you to start jumping on him. The slapping echoes of your hips violating his groin replaced the volume of your sweet moans. Trevor frowned when he couldn’t hear you, effortlessly ripping the lining of your dress, your breasts falling out of that cage and bouncing into his view. He praised the sight – his deviant fingers pinching your nipples until he could hear your smooth cries again.

“Trevor! Fuck, fuck!” And it was loud and clear.

“You ain’t fuckin’ with anyone but me, sugar. You’re mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE!” Trevor snapped in blissful anger that fuelled his horniness. He arched his back before his face was inches away from your exposed chest, soon licking torturous lines around your breasts as you were forced to grind, jump, bounce onto his beaten dick.

“Trevor, FUCK! I can’t – “

A few seconds later, your tits were covered in his spit and numerous hickeys. Trevor had his arms remained tightly around your waist, pressing you down onto his boner while you spill your guts out in unfinished moans and wails. He’d grin, deciding to torment you more and stared up towards your right breast; Smothering the skin into his mouth as he sucked and sucked you hard and rough. Your nipples were clashed with his teeth, the weight of your tits being mangled and maimed by his horrid lips and mouth.

You heard the squelching and sucking sound effects. It made you even more weak, struggling to accommodate the boner that had ruthlessly nailed your internal sex – repeatedly, without the signs of stopping. You wondered if his lap was smothered in bruises from your demanding bounces. Each one makes you both jerk, spasms leaving your body, even if he had your breast in his mouth, sucking the life out of you until the dress was torn off completely.

You just couldn’t bare the stimulation of so many things hogging you closely.

Trevor giggled in delight, departing from your chest after noticing the way you ripped off the black, tardy dress. You were now completely naked and only for him to adjust and devour.

“Fuckin’ hell, sugar… You are so cock thirsty… Mmmmm, I love my women nasty for the dick.” He cooed, vexing you more and more.

“Pleas – “ You were still breathlessly.

“Come again?” Trevor’s tongue barely touching your nipple as he gave you evil eyes, “You were saying…?”

“M’no, Trevor, please…”

“Keep riding, baby. Ride faster, c’mon.”

“I am – FUCK! Trevor, please!” You instantly moaned the second he began licking your tits again. There was no justice for your behaviour earlier. You were being forced into warming his cock until he said so… There was no you, in him. Though… There is him, in you. And he was taking that to his advantage, abusing your cunt with sensual lust.

“Trevor, I can’t…”

“Aww, it’s okay, baby. Keep going, keep riding me.” He praised with his usual sick grin. While you were panting and bouncing, he had grabbed your jaw and greeted you with a heated kiss again. It felt like a reward.

His lips were so refreshing. Your hands clasped his shirts collar, hungrily fighting against his tongue that was trying to choke you again. He smirked during the kiss; finding your efforts funnily entertaining.

“Ah, ah… Fuck!” His mouth inhaled your beautiful moans, taking away your right of speech as you were beginning to grind heavily against his cock, making you both stop and whimper.

“Shit, shit! Baby…” Trevor whined.

He twitched inside you, ready to cum.

“I’m gonna – “ He paused, surprised, when you relentlessly smashed your lips together again as he came. Your hips were humping his erection roughly while the semen would seep from your pussy, merging with your own orgasm that had caused your stomach to ejaculate into overstimulation.

“TREVOR!” You cried into his mouth.

Your house grew quieter when you lowered your tone, sinking into his shaky chest after the messy climax you both shared.

Trevor had his eyes wide, staring into the ceiling at the whole situation in general. His hip was jerking still, his cock refusing to back down as occasional spurts of his cum would paint your stomach white.

“F-Fuck…” The weakness in his voice would match your tiredness as well.

“Trevor…” He looked down, breathing irregularly; your blushed face that was mildly sweaty and flustered – “I love you.”

He hated how you had him wrapped around your finger. The real jealousy and anger he had perceived before fucking your pussy had swallowed into a pit of softness. He just… Couldn’t comprehend how your eyes and lips makes him feel so unbelievably gentle. What felt like a long, LONG time since you made him wait after that picture you sent – it was good to feel relieved.

“I love you too, [y/n].”

Giggling, you glanced at the ripped dress on the floor and quietly spoke; “That purchase didn’t last long…”

Trevor followed your gaze and grinned.

“Better off than on.”

“Hey, it was a nice dress…”

“Not as nice as the lady who’s wearing it. If you promise to return my calls next time, I’ll buy you another,” He pondered before putting a finger to your lips, “But I have to pick it.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, fine…”

“I mean… It was a sexy dress… But you’d suit red more. Dark red, actually… We could get to business with a dark red dress, even on your period.”

“Trevor!”

“What? Work smarter, not harder.”

[lesboygamzee]

sorry fur the impurromptu ask but agere gamzee has been on my mind now bc of ur art n i think ur a genius. gamzee regressing bc he never got to have a good childhood….finding comfort now in a safe and fun environment …being able to have what he wanted growing up…and tav and aradia helping and. AUGH its so. epic n ur brain is so large. thank u fur ur time . sorry if this is incomprehensible im very tired

hi never apologise ever i love getting asks . anyway YAY ilove sharing good headcanons agere gamzee has been in my mind for awhileeee i think it makes sense . i think it ahppens involuntarily when he is overwhelmed which obviously sucks quite a bit but he clings to tavros anywhere she goes so at the very least she can get him to chill out a bit shes good at that otherwise it absolutely becomes a comfort + fun thing for him he likes being looked after and doing things he missed out on on account of Bad lusus ( and also alternia generally sucking ) . he likes colouring books a lot id imagine ... also cartoons but that is a given i think he watches childrens cartoons Regardless umm bonus hcs bc i like talking abt them . i think he already has poor motor skills and stuff like coordination which gets quite a bit worse when hes regressed so he does tend to use like . items ( ?? i need to learn more words for Things ) that are aimed at a bit of a younger age than he actually feels like . ie a sippy cup or somehting image arrow pointing down emoji