#idk five or six months minimum

[sluttywoozi]

Morning Glow | Daydreaming Part III

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.0k

Summary: You should have known you were telling on yourself by begging Seonghwa to just fuck you without opening you up first.

Part I | Part II

Warnings: pwp, talk of f. masturbation, kissing, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering, hand kink ? idk, multiple orgasms, oral f. rec., squirting, size kink, big dick hwa, dacryphilia, soft sex, creampie

Reader Notes: cums easily, wap, size queen, has longish nails, gets emo (my bad)

You blink awake to soft sunlight and a sleeping Seonghwa. You’re laying on your stomach, the sheet low on your hips and his arm draped over your waist, and you’re almost annoyed to discover he looks even more angelic in the cool morning rays. His eyes are closed gently and his face is smoothed out, though a small smile quirks up the corners of his plush lips. 

You test your legs, tightening your thigh muscles and letting out a quiet hum when you realize you’re not very sore at all. He fucked you hard last night, bent you in ways you didn’t know you could bend, and you expected to have to army crawl to the bathroom. 

Instead, you can inch away, slide out from under his arm and off the bed. You tiptoe to the ensuite, flicking on the light and closing the door as softly as you can before going about your business and brushing your teeth. You still feel giddy putting your toothbrush back into the jar next to his, though you started keeping one here months ago. 

You turn off the light and open the door slowly, peeking out to see if Seonghwa is still sleeping. He’s lying in the same position, his back to the door and his arm stretched out over where you were, but when the door squeaks, he lifts his head and turns to you.

You grin at him, nearly skipping back to your side of the bed before climbing in and snuggling under his arm and the sheets. “Hi, baby,” he murmurs, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips and tasting your fresh breath. He pulls away, grimacing and covering his mouth as he rolls to the edge of the bed. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, staring at him in bewilderment while he all but runs to the bathroom. 

“I’m brushing my teeth!” He calls from the bathroom, his words garbled but intelligible. You inspect your nails as you wait for him to spit and rinse, noting absentmindedly that you deserve a manicure. 

“I don’t wanna kiss you with a gross mouth,” he explains as he jumps back into bed, the mattress bouncing with his added weight. He wiggles in close, laying his arm over you again and kissing you with minty lips. 

You see an idea light up his brain, something like a realization sweeping across his face, and you don’t know whether to inch closer or back away. The last time he looked like this, he started calling you a good girl and praising you for doing the bare minimum. 

“So, it seems you know what you like when it comes to sex. What else have you discovered?” Seonghwa asks, his fingers slowly walking up and down your spine. 

“Well,” you stall, nervous to be so open with him. You should have known you were telling on yourself by begging him to just fuck you without opening you up first. “I can cum five or six times in, like, half an hour, even with nothing inside.” 

He takes in a deep, measured breath, his eyelids fluttering gently like your words touched him viscerally. 

“Of course, I like it better with something big to squeeze down on-“

“I noticed,” He smirks, his fingertips digging into a knot just under your shoulder blade as if in revenge. You wince, wiggling away from his touch before forcing yourself to stay still and let him work. 

“Also, I can squirt.”

Seonghwa freezes, his gaze suddenly locked onto yours and burning with the same fire you saw last night. 

“Show me. Please.” 

“I don’t have my vibrator.” That’s not the only thing stopping you. You’ve never touched yourself in front of anyone before, and this is Seonghwa, and you’re scared you’ll feel too self conscious to even orgasm at all. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t push. He just sighs, deflating a little before perking up again and asking, “If you’re not too sore, can I try to make you squirt? You didn’t yesterday, and you didn’t cum five times either.”

“You can try, but don’t feel like you have to compete with me. I’ve been touching myself a lot longer than you have.”

His full lips spread in a wry smile, a smile you soon feel pressed against yours in a soft kiss. It doesn’t stay soft for long, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before his tongue soothes the sting. 

“That just means I’ve got a lot of time to make up for,” he exhales as he braces himself over your body. “Can you get on your back, baby?”

You listen, twisting around beneath him until your breasts brush his chest and you can feel his cock stir. He’s big even though he’s barely hard, and you swallow the moan that suddenly coats your tongue at the thought of him fitting inside you. 

His lips cover yours one, two, three times more before he drags them over your jaw and down your neck, sinking his teeth into whatever spots strike his fancy. His mouth catches on your left nipple, his tongue laving over the bud as he purses his lips and sucks. He doesn’t neglect the other side, his fingers rolling and plucking at your right nipple as he takes long, deep pulls of the left. 

You moan and so does Seonghwa, like he feels the sparks down his spine and the throbbing between his legs too, and when his dick twitches against your thigh, you think he might. You wonder if you could cum just from this, just from his mouth and fingers on your tits, and decide to save that for a rainy day. You’re sure Seonghwa will be all too eager to participate in your plans. 

His mouth replaces his fingers, his now free right hand sliding down your body and cupping your center, the groan that vibrates over your skin making you gasp. You must be wet, you feel like you are, and Seonghwa’s fingers glide as they trace from your entrance to your clit and back again, exploring for minutes that feel like hours. 

You try to be patient, try not to arch into his mouth or push into his hand, but it’s difficult when he’s touching you so softly you can barely feel it. It’s only when he dips a fingertip inside that you finally whine and let your hips buck, your pussy sucking his finger in deeper and deeper until his knuckles bump against you. 

“Impatient,” he chuckles lowly, pulling off your nipple and shuffling down your body before pushing your legs up and apart.

“Can you keep your thighs open for me? If it starts to hurt, we can put you on your stomach.”

You nod, hooking your hands under your knees and feeling exposed in the morning light. You don’t have time to be shy as Seonghwa pulls his finger out and sinks two inside on the next stroke, curling them up and searching for your g-spot. You’ve found it before on your own, that’s how you made yourself squirt, and you know it’s only a matter of time before Seonghwa finds it too. 

Seconds later, his fingers graze over the patch of nerves inside you and a sharp gasp escapes, your pussy clenching down and your eyes squeezing shut. He hums, tapping the pads of his fingers into it once before retreating. 

He builds the pace slowly, sliding his fingers in and out and just barely rubbing into your g-spot. You want him to go faster but it’s also luxurious to feel someone else do this to you for once, to just lay back and let your inhibitions slip away as he works you up. 

His fingers are longer than yours too, not much thicker because his hands are so beautiful and delicate, but they’re able to really press into your g-spot and grind. It’s a feeling you almost don’t know how to handle, a pressure deep inside that grows and grows and grows until it breaks like a wave, your back bowing and your voice high as you keen your way through an orgasm. 

Neither you nor Seonghwa expected it to happen so fast, but you won’t complain and it’s obvious he won’t either, his face slack with awe while he watches your entrance cinch and loosen around his crooked fingers. 

He doesn’t let up, instead he lowers his mouth to you and laps at your clit, his tongue soft and hot and perfect against you. You feel a third finger press inside, the slight stretch of your walls delicious, like a taste of what you felt with Seonghwa’s dick inside of you. Thinking about that feeling has you shivering, has your pussy fluttering, has your clit throbbing, and when he spreads his fingers apart, you can’t hold in the whine. 

Seonghwa responds with a groan, the vibrations of it traveling through your clit and straight into your core. It doesn’t take more than that for you to cum again, your cunt leaking around his digits and your nails digging so hard into your thighs you fear you’ll break the skin. 

“So good, baby, just like that,” he mumbles into you, puckering his lips around your clit and sucking, drawing your orgasm out so long you start to shake. 

“Should I keep going?” He pulls away to ask, slightly concerned as he eyes the way your thighs tremble. 

“Yeah, I can take more,” you assure him breathlessly, staring down at the picture he makes. His hair is tousled, his eyes half lidded and blazing, and his lips are swollen, red, wet with your arousal. He looks so handsome you could cry, and as he wraps those luscious lips around your clit again, you honestly think you might. 

Tears start to dampen your lashes as you take in a deep, shuddering breath, his fingers pressed tight to your g-spot and his mouth searing hot on you. It’s inescapable, the pleasure, and so unbelievably different with his touch rather than yours. You can’t anticipate what he’ll do, how he’ll touch you, what he’ll say. Everything is a surprise and the excitement just heightens your senses, makes every touch feel like the first. 

You wish he was your first, but you’ll be happy with him being your last instead. 

You can’t imagine anyone else making you feel like this, anyone else handling you with such care and passion. You can’t imagine anyone else, period. Seonghwa is it for you, and at that revelation, you fall apart again. 

His thumb replaces his mouth on your clit so he can lap at your stretched entrance, his wrist tilting down, spreading you open even further so his tongue can delve inside along with his fingers. Your pussy feels so full but now your head feels empty, devoid of all thoughts beyond Seonghwa Seonghwa Seonghwa. 

That’s all you can say too, just whimpers of his name in between gasping breaths and weak cries, tears bubbling over and spilling down your cheeks as he presses down harder with his thumb. 

You fall into a daze, your hearing muffled and your vision dotted with stars, when he makes you cum for the fourth time. The sea of bliss is hard to swim through so you just try to stay afloat, try to keep breathing and keep holding your legs up, try to listen to Seonghwa as he pulls his tongue out to speak filth into you. 

“My pretty girl, so beautiful when you cry for me. I bet your tears taste almost as good as your perfect little cunt. Want one more?”

You don’t know if he’s talking about fingers or orgasms, but the answer is an affirmative either way, so you nod frantically and push out, “Yes, Hwa, please,” knowing he’ll tell you to use your words. 

He rewards you by tucking his pinky inside on the next stroke, fucking you open with four of his fingers and digging them into your g-spot with every thrust. All you can do is whine feebly, feeling something starting to build deep in your pelvis as his thumb speeds up on your clit and his fingertips grind into you. 

“Seonghwa! I’m gonna, I-I’m,” a wail interrupts your warning, but Seonghwa must get it because he doesn’t change anything, just lowers his mouth to you and breathes, “Gonna squirt, huh? Gonna get me all wet with you? I wanna be fucking drenched, baby.”

That’s what gets you, hearing just how bad he wants it, and you feel the dam inside of you break, your wetness flooding out around his fingers in spurts. He groans so deep you can feel it in your stomach, his lips touching his fingers as he presses his open mouth to you, catching as much of your arousal on his tongue as he can. 

You can’t stop clenching, can’t stop crying, your cheeks just as wet as your pussy, and you feel him switch back into doting boyfriend mode when you let out a pitiful little sob. 

He’s wiping his face off on the sheets in no time, rising to hold himself above you with his left hand and leaving his right between your legs to keep you full. He coos quietly, dotting kisses all over your face and sucking away your tears before whispering, “You okay, baby?”

You try to nod but you can’t really move, your body not cooperating with your brain as it slowly comes back online. You manage a shaky, “Mhm,” and attempt to release your thighs, wincing as they fall back to the bed. Your hands are numb, your hips aching, but you can still feel yourself throbbing around his fingers, desperate for something thicker, longer, harder. 

“Will you fuck me?” 

He narrows his eyes at you, prods your g-spot one last time, and pulls away. Your face crumples and he rushes to soothe you, cleaning off his pruney fingers and cupping your face with both hands. 

“I just don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“You won’t! Not in a way I don’t like, at least.” Seonghwa arches a brow at your words, something in his gaze telling you he’s filed that little tidbit away for later, but agrees with a sigh. 

“Let’s get you comfy, then, hm?” 

You still feel weighed down to the bed so he moves you himself, rolling you onto your stomach and pulling you up on your knees so he can slide a pillow beneath your hips. He straddles your thighs, pushing your asscheeks apart with both hands and letting his cock skim your folds, the head bumping against your clit in a way that makes you jump. 

“Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

You feel your muscles untense one by one until you’ve melted into the bed, pillowing your head with your arms and tilting your hips up to give him better access. 

“That’s it,” he breathes, gripping his dick with one hand and lining himself up before starting to press inside. There’s not as much of a stretch as there was last night, but he still feels better than any of your dildos. He’s longer, thicker, hotter, and, best of all, he’s Seonghwa. The man you love, the man you trust, the man whose cock absolutely does not match his frame. 

You feel thankful, blessed, to have met him. The way he sinks into you is sheer perfection, his dick so big it fills your weeping pussy to the brim and then fills it some more, the angle allowing him to root himself all the way inside you. He shivers above you, his fingers spasming on your ass before they dig in deep, and he pulls his hips away slowly, pausing with just a few inches left to spare. 

You expect him to snap forward, to plunge back into you, but he softens his grip instead, bends to hover over you with his hands braced on either side of your head. His chest brushes against the sensitive skin of your back and you move your hands to cover his. He tangles your fingers together, lays a soft kiss on your shoulder, and pushes inside of you. 

He slides in just as slowly as he slipped out, and part of you wants him to go faster, to fuck you like he did last night, but the rest of you thinks it might be nice to be treated delicately, like someone to be treasured, to be held. 

And that’s how you feel, you feel held by him. Tears burn in your throat again and you let them well up, let them puddle beneath your turned head. Seonghwa leans in, kisses your shining cheekbone, and rests his head against yours. You feel more than hear him say, “I love you,” his bedroom silent but for the whirring fan and your pounding heart. 

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he grinds into you and turns to press his face against your spine. Rolling his hips into yours again, he starts to speak quietly, “Move in with me. I know I shouldn’t a-ask you now, like this, but I just, fuck, I just want you around all the time.”

“I want to wake up with you every day, and go to sleep with you every night. I m-shit, might’ve already cleared out some space, but you don’t have to answer now, and I won’t be upset if you say no.”

It takes you hardly any time to mull it over. Logistically, it checks out. Seonghwa lives closer to campus than you do, your lease is up this month, and he has a spare room that’s only half filled with legos so you can still have a bit of your own space. Emotionally, you adore Seonghwa and yearn to be near him at all times. Moving in with him would be a dream. 

You’re proud of yourself for even thinking it through while he’s still moving inside of you, all of the veins on his thick cock rubbing against your walls in the absolute best way. You’re even more proud of yourself for gathering your voice enough to answer him with more than a sob. 

“Of course I will, Seonghwa. I’ll literally move in t-tomorrow if you want.” 

You can feel his teeth press against you, and you know he must be grinning, beaming, and suddenly, you wish you could see him. 

“Hwa, can I flip over?”

He hums his yes, gently freeing one hand from yours and using it to hold the base of his cock as he pulls out of you. You wriggle around as gracefully as you can, widening your legs just enough for his waist to fit and sighing as he fills you again, your hips still propped up by the pillow. 

The angle is immaculate, especially when he starts to pull further away, dipping up to graze your g-spot on his way in and out. He leans in to kiss you and you melt into him immediately, lifting your arms to wrap around his neck as he pushes into you over and over, your lips opening on a gasp. 

He sucks your tongue into his mouth, gentleness giving way to filthiness just like with his hips. You’re still getting wetter, somehow, though your walls hug his cock every time he pulls back like you don’t want him to leave. You wish you could stay like this forever, stay wrapped around him, stay connected with him, but you’ll settle for getting to live with him. 

You rock together, the movement of his hips as constant as the tide, while he kisses you breathless. The remaining thoughts in your head start to slip away and soon, you can barely even concentrate enough to kiss him back. It’s too difficult to participate when he just keeps filling you, just keeps grinding against all the sensitive spots deep inside, just keeps throbbing and twitching and leaking inside of you. 

“Getting close,” he murmurs against your lips, “Can you cum again?”

You’re honestly not sure but it’s worth a try, so you nod and do your best not to dig your nails into the back of his neck when he works a hand between your thighs and sets his fingers on your swollen little clit. He’s gentle, just barely swirling the pads of his fingers over the aching bundle of nerves, but it’ll be enough. 

You know it will be, because you can feel the coil starting to tighten in your stomach, feel your pussy get tighter around him, feel the way your heart skips a beat before galloping away. He grows inside you, his cock hardening further, just before he groans brokenly into your mouth and breaks. 

He collapses further, laying himself out over you and pressing you into the bed as his balls empty inside of your spasming cunt. Hot streams of cum paint your walls, the jerking of his dick and the feeling of him flooding you pushing you over the edge into one final dizzying, blinding, life-changing orgasm. 

It steals your breath, robs you of the ability to think, speak, move. You drift for who knows how long, the only thing anchoring you to this world being the weight of his body on top of you. He pets your hair, whispers sweet words of love and devotion to you as you slowly come back to yourself. 

“Love you so much, baby.”

“Did so well for me, pretty girl.”

“Anything you want, anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”

His love seeps into your skin like sunlight, warms you from the inside out, makes you feel so bright, you could shine. 

When his cock fully softens inside of you, he slips out slowly, covering your cunt with his palm to keep his cum from dripping out. You jump at the feeling, your pussy tender and oversensitive, and he hums an apology, caressing your cheekbone with his thumb as he disentangles himself from you. 

You feel the loss immediately, though he doesn’t go far. Just to the ensuite to turn the tub faucet on, it seems, and you relax again at the sight of him padding back into the bedroom, naked as the day he was born. 

He sits on the edge of the bed and gazes at you, sighing a bone deep, satisfied sigh before smiling gently and saying, “I had a little, um, daydream last night, about eating you out and tucking you in and watching your favorite movies and ordering your favorite takeout. I already got to eat you out, and now I get to do the rest. I’m so lucky.”

He almost sounds embarrassed telling you this, and you feel so fond of him, you could die. Before you can respond, he continues speaking, like he’s in a rush to move on. 

“Let’s get you into the tub, it should be nearly full by now.” 

You scooch to the edge of the bed, standing on legs that shake like a fawn’s and making your way (with Seonghwa’s help) to the bathroom. He leaves you to grab towels and pajamas, but you can manage from here. You haven’t had sex without a condom with anyone other than Seonghwa but you know you should pee after to avoid a UTI, so you take care of that business and sit for a little bit longer to let the cum drip out of you. 

It’s an odd feeling, emptiness where there was once such fullness, even though you’re aware that’s your usual state. You just feel more whole when he’s inside you, like all your sharp edges are rounded out and all your fractures are filled in. 

Seonghwa returns after you flush, holding your arms as you climb into the steaming tub and settling in behind you when you reach for him. He wraps his arms around you, taking both of your hands and pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder when you squeeze his fingers. 

“Love you,” you murmur, your words blending together in your lethargy.

“Love you too,” he mumbles into your neck, his voice low and drowsy. 

You’re asleep before either of you can speak another word. 

AN: for @whatudowhennooneseesyou wowowow this one took me so many months to start and like two days to finish! it's been almost a year to the day since i posted Daydreaming and I never planned on writing another part, let alone two, but here we are! if you can't tell, i love and adore Seonghwa and also want him in ways that are concerning to feminism like i DESIRE this man carnally, emotionally, physically, metaphysically, metaphorically, theoretically, all of the lly's

come scream with me about this fic or about seonghwa or ateez or kpop or anything! i love to interact!

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[kitkatopinions]

Fuming cause I’m so fucking annoyed that queer rwby fans are going to just eat up Bmblbee when it becomes cannon ignoring the several years it took, the harmful stereotypes that came before it, and try to put it on par with shows like SU or ToH while RT/Crwby didn’t struggle or have to drag their feet for nearly as long as they did

Yeah, not to rain on anyone's parade because I'm honestly in the camp of 'people (especially queer people) being excited about a queer ship being canon is one hundred percent valid and understandable even if the company and/or show is bad and bigoted and even if the meta surrounding the ship paints a bad picture and even if I personally dislike the ship,' but like.... It's so weird.

I don't have ANYTHING against people that like Blake and Yang as a ship, are excited when they see content surrounding it, will celebrate if they get together, or post gifs of every 'bees moment' that makes it on screen. As someone who has freaked out over characters I ship standing close to each other or looking at each other too long and is currently still hoping that Merlin might come back some day and might confirm Merlin and Arthur as a ship more than a decade after the show ended, I truly truly get it. But at the same time, some of the bees fans... Are really pissing me off. Because some of them are not just excited about the fact that their ship will likely get confirmed in a month, they're also praising RWBY and RT for being 'progressive' when they're behind the curve of queer representation with no censoring (unlike things like Adventure Time, which took about ten years to confirm Marceline and Bubblegum I think.) Not only are people like 'omg bees kiss this season maybe?' they're also sitting there yelling at other queer people for saying they're unsatisfied with RWBY's lackluster attempt. Not only are people hyping themselves up over a ship they've waited years for, but they're also completely dismissing and forgetting RT's huge and recent controversy including massive homophobia and transphobia to do so, and getting angry when other people say that the company and the show (partially created by and written by Miles Luna a former RT higher up with a history of misogyny and sexualizing and fetishizing a bi-woman) might be intending to use Blake and Yang as a ship to get in the fans good graces again and try to smooth things over.

Also, people were pre-emptively celebrating the definitely-gonna-happen confirmation that Blake and Yang were queer before the end of volume five, and before the start of volume six, and before the end of volume six, and before the start of volume seven, and before the end of volume seven, and before the start of volume eight, and before the end of volume eight, and now again before the start of volume nine. And I think it's going to happen in volume nine, I really do (though tbh the trailers and the plugging have made me a bit more hesitant because it seems like they're again being like 'look guys they've both got their eyes closed in seemingly the same plaaaaace isn't that making you think they might kissssss,') I think they'd be stupid to not confirm it, it seems like the only logical thing. But I thought the same thing about the bees reunion in volume eight and then fans freaked the heck out claiming that a cheek-caress was canon confirmation and now we're back to people sending hate anons being like "We're all gonna laugh at you bees doubters when they kiss in volume nine." It feels like Disney introducing their seventh first gay character except with less confirmation. Idk, it's a lot.

But yeah, the thing is, some bumblebee fans just have to realize that nobody (especially not queer people) has to like or be excited for their ship, nobody has to (or tbh should be) congratulating the writers for doing the bare minimum of including at least one actually confirmed queer main character after ten years of no queer main character, and after having promised queer characters since volume two, which was filled to the brim with heteronormativity, and after Arryn Zech called Blake straight as late as 2019, and after the RWBY Arrowfell writers had Yang refer to Blake as like a sister to her less than a year ago, and after a massive controversy involving massive queerphobia, and tbh tons more. We don't have to respect the company or the show for their 'slowburn' when they were trying to sell pride-month shirts with all four main characters despite the fact that at the time not a single one of them had any line of dialogue confirming they were queer, and they still don't.

Blake and Yang will likely be confirmed as queer in the next season this year, and despite the fact that many critics of the show have been actively pushing for that, we're likely going to get told 'I told you so' and have a bunch of people gloating at us and calling us (the majority of us living real queer people,) homophobes for not jumping and down with joy that this web cartoon from a bigoted company with sketchy at best content finally did the bare minimum after ten years with no censorship. And meanwhile Miles fucking Luna with his Ruby-Rose-At-Sixteen body pillow and his 'funny' story about getting turned on by watching his ex make out with another girl and his former position as head of animation in the same company that treated the voice actress of one of four queer side characters horribly for years and years... He'll probably get praised to the skies for being such a trailblazing cool progressive guy despite the fact that he and the other writers are the ones who took ten years in the fucking first place, when Yang could've been confirmed as interested in girls since episode two of this show. It's annoying, to be honest. It gets my goat.

#rwde #anti bumblby #anti bumbleby #anti bees #anti bumblebee #anti rooster teeth

[apprenticestanheight]

heyheyhey!! someone wish me luck on getting the job I have an interview for tomorrow plsplspls

to convince you to wish me luck I have developed the pros and cons list of what will happen if I do get the job (I am also doing this for myself to really convince myself that I can DO THIS)

pros:

job = money

money = laptop after like two paychecks

laptop after two paychecks = more writing from yours truly (I am typing this while staring at my tv screen bc I use writing as a coping mechanism and located an HDMI cable which is also some of the reason requests have been on the slower end--I have to have my glasses on in order to see on such a big screen. I am typing this sentence while not wearing them to test how bad it is and i have to squint like I'm at the back of the room to see the screen less blurrily)

fixed term contract (seems like a con but stay with me) means I'll only be working like, 10-12 weeks which yeah not so great BUT I get experience and experience means more consistent 9-5 later on, plus if I save money while I work (aside from laptop that is a necessary purchase bc again, if I have to stare at my tv screen for another six months there will be tears and begging while I point desperately at my currently opened commissions) then I can have a bit of a backspace to fall on, yk?? like. if I ever decide I want something when I'm not working or if I need to buy more like?? bodywash?? idk, I don't have to crawl to my dad like "heyheyhey scary 5'8-ish adult man, I will do the dishes, clean the fridge AND the pantry for the low low price of $40 when you also happen to get paid"

will get me out of the house! I am stuck here all except for maybe once or twice in between the pay periods of my parents (they are my rides everywhere and they get paid biweekly so when they go for groceries I'm like HEY LET ME COME I WANNA EXPERIENCE EXTERNAL AIR PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEE) and getting to leave the house and work with the people I'll be working with will also significantly reduce my anxiety, which I have to talk to my dr about putting me on meds for bc it has become debilitating.

I ONLY WILL WORK LIKE, 3-4 DAYS A WEEK!! The shifts are SUPER LONG which yeah not great but its a 40 hour week and that money will be good money (which I will put into a savings account that will build interest!!)

MONEYMONEYMONEYHONEYYYYYYY!! It adds up pretty quickly and making a dollar and fifty cents above minimum wage will mean that I'll be getting close to a thousand dollars if they pay me biweekly and close to five hundred if they pay me every week. 500-1000 dollars is a lot of money for a new laptop but also,, also a lot of money for a gym membership plus treats of both the caffeine and the liquor store variety (I will be nineteen in three weeks and feel like weed will be a better experience than alc was. I had fun that night but if I ever cry over not having enough money to order pizza again pls just glare at me)

work experience!! This job is a fixed contract job (I am starting to sound like a broken record with this oops) so it'll be less than half a year but it STILL WORKS!! Plus it'll be a good lesson and help me decide whether or not I want to pursue a career in working in old folks homes and if I can handle doing so for twelve hour days for the rest of my life. It'll be a learning experience that I can add to my resume and help me decide which jobs I'll either look towards or away from once I start looking for a job after the contracts fixed term is completed.

cons bc I am in fact thinking of those

working 3-4 days a week is great, right?? right?? yeah that part is where the goodness of the work schedule will kind of stop off bc yeah, three days on four days off is amazing but I'll be working 7-7. I also unfortunately happen to know myself and I know myself well enough to know that having to go into work at seven in the morning will result in me waking up at half past five in the morning to get ready and drink either an energy drink or three cups of coffee. I also like staying up until midnight so I will be stubbornly running on five hours of sleep lol.

occasionally needing to work weekends isn't that bad but its just--I can be a morning person during the week with an energy drink or three cups of coffee and those things only. On the weekends I sleep in late and I make coffee anyway bc its my routine, but waking up at 5:30 for a weekend shift is going to have me hangry and exhausted by noon.

the only other con that I can think of for this is that the twelve hour shifts could send me into burn out very very quickly. On the one hand I keep telling myself "yeah you'll work 36 hours in three days BUT you'll also have four days to sleep the burn out off and engage in hobbies that make the burn out easier to handle" but on the other I just--I know myself well enough to know that two and a half months of burn out from working twelve hour shifts through to the end of march could have me fully burnt out until the middle of may. I just keep wondering if the fact that I'm gonna be making a dollar fifty above minimum wage for two and a half months is really worth the exhaustion both physically and mentally lol.

#cal talks

[mallowstep]

i think i saw that post lol and SAME let me be a tigerdove lover in peace

(also i don't think their age gap is super bad???? he is a brand new warrior in fourth apprentice, she's a brand new apprentice, so they have around six moons of difference between them. which is. not that bad at all)

yeah, it's annoying to me because like...it's so not true. i've pretty much blocked and/or unfollowed anyone who does that kind of discourse, but i know at first i saw a lot of it, and i assume it isn't any better.

as for their age gap: the post implicates that tigerheart is around a year older than her, when in reality...that's just not likely. i was working this out earlier on discord:

i got distracted when i came back, and i didn't really finish working it out bc at that point i had moved on, i was just assembling facts in my head. in outcast, i think hjl are...idk, let's be generous and say nine moons old. tdf are implied to be new kittens, but we'll leave their age hanging.

later in eclipse, they're minimum six moons old. they're supposed to be new apprentices, so we'll pencil that in. that puts them at...idk, three to six moons younger than hjl. because of their age in outcast, i'm leaning towards six.

i don't remember exactly when millie's litter was born, but it was...well, it was really early on, wasn't it? because she arrived while hollypaw was still a meddie apprentice. and i don't think she had kits right away, but...urgh, let's say briarlight is nine moons younger than jayfeather, just to get numbers down. it might be more like a year.

we know bbb are apprentices with ivy and dove, so even assuming the maximum age difference, that makes ivy and dove five moons younger than them, and...14 moons younger than hjl.

14moons younger (dove) - 6moons younger (tiger) = 8moons.

hopefully we all agree with my work, here. that timeline actually checks out against tigerheart being a new warrior in the fourth apprentice, so i'm satisfied.

so...yeah. no. it's not that big an age difference.

(also, like. the post itself frames things so badly. i'm sorry to do this but i'm kind of angry,

he became a warrior before she was even out the nursery

that's possible with a six month age gap. that is not at all indicative of problems.

Tigerheart has taken Dovepaw somewhere in the middle of the night where he says that no one will find them there

because they're in a cross-clan relationship. this is so gross. it's framing it like he wanted to isolate her when it's literally because they're in a cross-clan relationship. somewhere no one can find them is so they don't get in trouble for breaking the code. like. jesus.

AND THEN. okay. well actually before that,

this exerpt from Night Whispers

i had to check this on the wiki, but NW is two seasons after the fourth apprentice. aka, dovepaw is nearly a warrior in this scene.

the post is so bad. it twists facts to hate on tigerdove for no reason, and i don't...i just am so fucking exhausted with it.

like jesus christ.

this post made me so angry i actually broke my streak of ignoring that blog. the blog has such a poor grasp on ages and i just fucking. want to scream. y'know how i rant about how feathercrow isn't pedophilia and it's actually disgusting to do that?

anyway i'm sorry i try not to be like this and i try to stay out of discourse but. tigerdove is a huge comfort ship of mine, and despite what you might believe, my comfort ships are things that are. y'know. wholesome family fun goodness. if tigerdove had an unreasonable age gap, i would know.)

<3

#ask #anon #mine #tigerdove #dovewing #tigerheart #it's just fucking gross to twist evidence like that #idk if it was deliberate #but the post is horribly written #and makes it seem like things just #aren't what they are #without overtly getting facts wrong #so #yeah #:/ #discourse #shipcourse #forgot those tags at first whoops

[hella1975]

I go to to college which isn't in England but it follows the British education system (cuz it's both half British AND it's in collaboration with a huge British university) and I went for the interview they told me that I won't have exams ( maybe I'll have like 2 exams MAXIMUM when I'm a third year) because they follow the British education system, so I'm very confused rn lol

um yeah im also confused bc i fucking WISH we didn't have exams?lmao? idk what they're chatting but we very much have exams. to be brief, british education is split into 4 sections (primary, secondary, further and higher) and it's the usual 'you have to stay in education until you're 16 and then you can either go onto further education or do an apprenticeship until you're 18' and higher education - university - is totally optional.

primary schools we have SATs exams in the final year which just determine where you're at when you start secondary they're not actually that deep seeing as ur like 10 at the time lmao, but then at the end of secondary school - when you're 15/16 - you have GCSEs and they are fucking AWFUL. every single subject you study typically has a minimum of 2/3 exams, meaning for two months you can have up to 30 exams, the results of which not only determine if you get into college/onto certain a-levels, but are also whipped out for university and interviews for the rest of your life. it's really fucked up bc reminder you are SIXTEEN when you do these exams and they haunt you from there. also, the sheer amount of information you have to study is ridiculous. i said in that other post but for gcses i was doing six hours of revision every single day for three months and i still got some shitty grades. ive also seen in america they can give you notes/headlines of what topics come up on the exam? we dont get that. there's a whole side of youtube dedicated each year to trying to predict the exam questions bc no one ever knows what's going to come up on the exams. so yeah. i have never been more miserable and it's quite honestly the worst my mental health has been in years. im not an anxious person i actually think im TOO laid back but i genuinely think the anxiety i felt in that time has crippled me when it comes to exams bc i just totally shut down now whenever i know i have an exam coming up even if i KNOW it's not serious.

a-levels are similar but there's a lot less exams. you only do three a-levels or four if you're insane and a couple exams for each, but while there's less exams, the content is a lot harder and you only have 2 years at college to get into the swing of further education, so it's again pretty cruel especially if you've never studied the subject before (so i did economics and law for two of my a-levels and id never studied EITHER before and in two years i had to figure out how to exam in them more thoroughly than i would during gcses which you do for five years. fun fun fun). i got 'lucky' (it's too complicated to get into but there were swings and roundabouts to put simply) in that covid cancelled all my PROPER exams, but also meant i wound up doing 30+ exams to find a 'grade average' instead of just sitting normal exams, and it was basically all a shambles.

so now im 19 at uni and haven't sat a proper exam since i was 16, a time i remember as being extremely anxious and honest to god miserable because the workload was just so fucking ridiculous. so yeah. shits and giggles

#uni IS different though like i really should stress that the reason this exam season is getting to me so much #is less bc the exams now are Fucked and more bc i just have such bad exam anxiety and connotations to this whole thing #but the only reason i have THAT is bc secondary and further exams ARE fucked in the uk #like there's no two ways about it there #oh also #if you're in higher education following the british way then ive just realised that might be a course thing? #i know people doing courses where it's ALL coursework and zero exams #like it's much more ranged at uni #idk???? #ask #hella goes to uni

[weyrleaders]

my store manager put the christmas music station on today and folks idk if i have the strength to listen to christmas music for a minimum of six and a half hours five days a week for a month and a half

[garfieldsladybird]

A Talk: it’s a lot. im sorry :|

hhh well hello everyone. or no one. I’m sorry I have not gotten to any requests/asks, ones from long time ago like summer time, to celebration ones, and just ones from my friends. im also sorry i haven’t been messaging any mutuals, sending in asks or just the dm thing, and answering asks that you guys have sent in. I’ve been very stressed and busy the past few weeks all around but this last week that just passed the most stressful. this week was the last week of my play sadly. And I didn’t have any acting bit but I was on tech, i had to throw a baby in stage and then catch it. (hehe baby doll) but yeah. And then it was also the last week of my quarter, which is like the ending point of a certain amount of time for grades and shit. And I have a few bad grades, I was trying to get them up. I didn’t necessarily get a lot of them but I’m gonna try better. Next quarter is happening next week, the week coming up, basically grades restart then. Also, going with rehearsals, those are right after school, I get out of school at 3:30, and for this week those ended at seven or six, for the last two days, Thursday and Friday. Thursday went home by 10 and stayed up till midnight then i passed out. Friday, went on till midnight. those days were amazing!!! I also don’t know if you guys know this but i have a partner now!! woooowoowow!! :DD yeah that’s also another thing basically any of my free time I have during school time or just this week, im with my partner and I’m usually not on my phone during that time, so that is another thing of why im busy. but i dont think that’s never gonna change. now for next week, I have a three day weekend, so no school on Monday, I have rehearsal on Tuesday (it’s strike/clean up day), Wednesday is a minimum day so wowo!! Thursday; a person that I’ve known for 15 years is coming down to live with me for five days, that day. I can’t wait for that!! and then Friday; okah so technically, that’s kind of mine and my partners first month anniversary (we got together last month on the 14 so yeah) but idk if it’s going to be like a thing, thing. yk.

okay that’s all i got. just know i love every single one of you!!! yall are amazing!!! we are also soooooo fuckingnn close too 400!!!! i cant waitttt!!!!! AHHHHHH!!! :DDD

anyways I love every single one of you. I hope you all are doing well or at least okay!! and also know that it’s perfectly okay to not be okay. And I’m always here if you need me, seeing as I’m not technically going to be busy anymore I most likely will come back to this app more frequently and if it’s like really big talks that anyone is sending in, i will answer them!! and any small asks too!! make sure to eat, drink water, and get the right amount of sleep!! <333

sending everyone love!! xxxx 😽💗😽💗

#garfield talks #garfields high ᴥ︎ #— 𖨆𖨆 = ♡︎

[toastybeverage]

The worst part of not living at home is that when I am randomly reminded of an item for my childhood I cannot just go rooting through drawers and put away boxes looking for it

#I mean I’m going home in like a month #so I can look for it then #but after that I won’t be home for like #idk five or six months minimum #I remembered this little stuffed donkey I had as a kid #and I’m like #do I still have him #is he on my bookshelf or my dresser #and he’s just been there so long I can’t recall exactly #or is he in a drawer or a box somewhere #or worst of all did I get rid of him at some point #or more likely did my mom get rid of him at some point #I think when I go home next month I’m gonna bring a bigger suitcase than I need #so that it’s mostly empty on the way out #so that coming back I can fill it with things #all the little trinkets and Knick knacks that I’ve stashed away #bring them out to my apartment #slowly start the process of emptying out my childhood room all the way #when I moved out I didn’t take everything #because when I came back for breaks I didn’t want the room to be totally empty #but after this Christmas #which I know is a bit off #but I’m only going home two maybe three times before that #that’s probably the last time I’ll be home for more than a few days #so like I need to start getting my things for real

[flickerchans]

now playing: about now

"I prayed for the time to be by our side Today the clock is ticking slowly Or is it my heart that is feeling rushed? I want to see your beautiful face" — about now (day6)

pairing: jihoon x f!reader, + svt side pairings

genre: social media!au, humour, fluff

warning: a LOT of swearing, mentions of sex and alcohol consumption (this is all legal i promise), lame jokes ig ??

started: 210716

ended: 210815

summary: a global pandemic paired with months of lockdown; you're pretty sure you're going stir-crazy. when you come across a viral chat-app, you don't even hesitate to join it. thus begin the chaos of meeting 14 random strangers and how they become a bigger part of your life than you thought they would.

alt: an au where you join an app that puts you into a groupchat of 15 people from different parts of the world

a/n: i made this last year during my first lockdown and kept writing here and there just to cheer myself up a bit and it snowballed into,,,whatever this is🗿 so just a heads up: there's bare minimum plot, it's just pure clownery and some fluff !!

extra a/n: in light of,, recent(ish) events, although i do ult day6 (hence the title based on their song), i no longer support jae. so! that's that idk i just felt like i had to put this here lol

*:・ﾟprofiles:

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | bonus

*:・ﾟchapters:

one — intro | pt.2

two — hello you r uber cute

three — NEXT TOPIC

four — there is a disturbance in the universe

five — gyu you're on timeout

six — keep margaret out of your whore mouth

seven — cant wait to see the loml

eight — my sole purpose in life is to create as much discourse as i can

extra !! i only love girls and kim seokjin

nine — things are getting spicy in wafflesville

ten — i see you're still emoting through memes

eleven — false not true stop speaking LIES

twelve — that sounds oddly specific did you have a lot of experience with that

thirteen — i think we R soulmates✨

fourteen — no wonder [redacted] [redacted] him

fifteen — Break In his place in my honour

sixteen — stop plugging your channel smh

seventeen — why would i willingly associate myself with a weeb in public

eighteen — WAIT UR STILL IN DENIAL???

nineteen — [head in hands] why did i say that

twenty — he's doing this on PURPOSE

twenty one — the two outside perspectives

twenty two — come round and round back to me

twenty three — stop being cryptic im going to Lose my marbles

twenty four; part one — we'll be the head of your fanclub

twenty four; part two — i will Stew the Thoughts™

twenty five — today’s mood🤨😔👎💔

twenty six; part one — lets get CRUNKED tonight

twenty six; part two — shoujo animes ?? 😧😧

twenty seven — ready to love (written)

twenty eight; part one — motorboating rights

twenty eight; part two — you half plastic piece of SHIT

twenty nine — what a way to end the century🥴

thirty — cheers to forever baby🥰❣️

*:・ﾟextras

epilogue: pt.1 | pt.2 (written) | pt.3 (written + bonus)

#seventeen social media au #seventeen smau #svt smau #woozi x reader #lee jihoon x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fake texts #woozi imagines #lee jihoon imagines #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #seventeen sm au #about now

[phoenixyfriend]

Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

#Ahsoka Tano #Jango Fett #Jaster Mereel #time travel #de aging #star wars #anakin and the jedi babies #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #if you're wondering 'wait doesn't she NOT recognize him later?' #the answer is that she's literally a toddler and not great at memory

[gwydionmisha]

Personal: So much snow

So this is what's going on with me.  My AS has been really terrible the last two months.  It's hard to explain the level of debilitating too someone who's body works.  To give yo and Idea of how hard basic stuff is, on the twenty third, it took me four hours to get dressed and do physio. My legs kept buckling as I shuffled about trying to do the bare minimum as far as feeding cats, fish, and myself.  I literally scream from pain and nearly went over when I tried to feed Livia.

It's why the post schedule is so weird and I why I have...idk a couple weeks of link back log as of this writing.  I am doing what I can, but even my high pain threshold ass can't make this work.  The barometer has been yoyoing, and that generally just fucks me up.

So on the twenty forth, I was going to run out to grab a last minute thing before the store closed with the last of my EBT.  Three hours for dressing and physio, two cats in cling mode.  To give you an idea of the cling level, I was trying to put my shoe on, got as far as one sock and getting a shoe half on when Tavy leapt onto me and proceeded to nap in my arms.  Me: Well I guess I'm doing lungs before instead of after the errand.

I was latter than I meant, but surely the shop was still open, right?  We're a fairly secular college town.  It is not that cold, but I step out to find flurries and a thin layer of snow on my car, though none sticking yet on the ground.  I grew up with snow. the quality of the air and the look of the flurries told me they would be sticking soon.  I figure I should be fine on a fifteen minute errand, but I'd been snowed in all weekend.

The temperature kept dropping noticeably; the snow was coming faster.  Shop was closed.  I likely would have made it if I'd fought Tavy over the shoes, but no matter.  I'd guess I was gone five to seven minutes and it was brutal cold and coming down hard by the time I'd parked again.  Squirrel had work and the driving was scary.  I'd guess we got six inches, which is a lot in a town where the only people with snow tires either regularly commute over the Mountain pass or are skier/snowboarders. Our large town/small city has a snow plow, but they hit the big streets first, and generally the snow is melted before they get streets like ours, our worse the last three streets I lived on.  My current street is an increasingly busy feeder instead of the true back streets I've always lived on between coming North and this place.  Saturday it warmed up just enough for what little melted to freeze over after dark making it incredibly unsafe after.  Squirrel was white as a sheet when he got home from work 7ish Sunday morning.  It had snowed hard all night and my end of town the wind was so high it was blowing nearly horizontal.  The cats sat in the window watching in fascination.  It did that all day, i suspect, as it was still going past noon when I looked.

Luckily Squirrel didn't have work, and I don't leave the house unless all paths and streets are clear except for emergencies as I don't want to break anything or tear ligaments.  The snow it utterly beautiful, but I'm someone finding the hobble to the bathroom challenging, and i don't want to go to the ER and spend a month laid up like last time.

Except the fire alarm kept going off.  Nothing was on fire.  I'd been trying to get him to change the battery in his detector for a couple of months, but he kept spacing it.  I knew it wasn't mine as I changed them last... it was before I got my second shot end of March, so I'd say less than a year ago, but not by a lot.  The little detectors are wired to the big ones.  It went on for hours, waking people up, terrifying cats.  I finally gave him a battery, because I had one, being exactly that sort of anal retentive and the chirping will drive me bats because of my sensory stuff.  (I hate being caught without an emergency 9 volt).  A couple hours passed, but I could hear it chirping in his room again and it went off again, because of course it did.  He pulled it out, which the management company hates.  his theory is it's old and the equipment needs replacing, so I guess I'm staying up to deal with them.

I am tired and everything hurts, and I've lost track of how long the aggregate posting gap is.  I am sorry.  It likely won't be any better until the weather evens out.

#Personal

[ka-za-ri]

Personal Assistant Pt. 2

Part 1: Here Part 3: here Part 4: here Part 5: here Part 6: here Part 7: Here Crossposted to Ao3: here

Hi. Hello. Thank you for reading the first chapter and for all the new follows. I’m still new to this whole fandom so excuse me if I overstep any boundaries. Unbeta’d because we die like heroes here. Please leave a comment or something idk, validate me?

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Wordcount: 5,900 ish Genre: Smut Tags: Edging, Oral Sex, Orgasm denial, masturbation, sex toys, under-desk blowjob, sexual tension, sex on a desk, overstimulation

Probation Period

Lucifer wasn’t joking when he said you would be occupied with a lot of work. The first two weeks at the office were dedicated to acquainting yourself to the systems you would be using on a daily basis, learning the location of all the supplies as well as memorizing  what floors all the departments were. It was a proper nine-to-five with all the bells and whistles of benefits, overtime pay and paid-time-off as long as it was approved. Being so close to the head of the company, you came to realize just how much work actually needed to be done. Lucifer’s schedule was always full and you were constantly trying to squeeze in just one more meeting for him. It almost made the interview you went to feel like a feverish dream. 

Every now and then, you would steal a glance over to your boss after he finished speaking with another department head or analyst. The two of you would lock gazes and for a moment there would be a heat that welled up between your legs reminding you that everything he promised was real. 

You thought you were prepared for the job with your skill set, figuring fluency with an office suite was the bare minimum. However, you never thought you’d be learning six other proprietary systems while also having to answer a phone that never stopped ringing. 

Humans didn’t know many things; but, they could always be easily taught anything in the world with some proper training.

For someone who had lived hundreds of years, ensuring that you were well trained to actually handle the duties of his office before starting proper private lessons was a small price to pay. It barely passed in his mind that you could be needy and wanting more of what he had offered the night you signed your contract with him. He often looked fondly over the document after hours when even you had gone home, smirking in pride when he knew you hadn’t read everything thoroughly. No one ever did. 

You were beginning to think that the promise of “after hour activities” had all been made up and fell into a rhythm at work, quickly becoming efficient at weeding out the unnecessary meetings and phone calls by settling the issues at hand with a well worded email.Things were settling and finally you were in a lull where you could comfortably work and not feel like you were drowning in information. Still, even if you were a month and a half into your new position, the last thing he told you the night of the interview rang in your head. 

“Wear the same lipstick, will you? I’d love to see what that color looks like smeared all over my cock.” 

Ever since that night, you came into work with the same shade of red on your lips, hoping it would be the day he would get to see what the image of your lipstick all over his hard length looked like. It became so ingrained in your routine, you had even bought a few more tubes of the same color, just in case the current one you had ran out. 

Yet, nothing. No indications whatsoever from Lucifer that he took notice how obedient you were of his request. No outward signs that he was even remotely as affected as he was on the night of the interview. Soon enough, you had chalked it up to some persuasive tactics he used to get you to work for him. 

So, it was much to your surprise when you walked into the office in the beginning of your second month and found a small box sitting at your desk. Once your things were put away, curiosity got the better of you and you opened the non-descript box. The moment your eyes laid on the phallic object inside, you gasped and dropped it back onto your desk. 

“Is it not to your liking?” Lucifer’s low, silky voice came from behind you. He had somehow soundlessly made his way to your desk, watching your every move as you unwrapped his gift to you. 

“I uh… Uhm…” 

“A present… for making it through your first month here.” He explained, coaxing you out of your chair and bending you over your desk. Your body was as pliable and malleable as he remembered it to be. 

“I… Thank you… Lucifer…” you breathed, swallowing hard as you eyed the object nestled in the box. 

“Let me help you into it.” He offered, taking it into his hand. He moved one of your legs to be propped up on the top of your desk, the AC hitting your heat in a way it hadn’t in what felt like ages. Nearly nothing had been done and a fog of desire had already settled upon your brain. 

Now that he had an excellent view of your panties, he rubbed the stout, girthy toy up and down your slit, watching as your body twitched in reaction. Pushing your panties to the side, he pressed the tip of the toy into your pussy only to have a strangled gasp come from you as you weren’t wet enough to accept it yet. 

“I should have expected as much…” He murmured to himself. How foolish of him to forget that even if you had been in his care for the last month, your true training was starting today. Of course he couldn’t expect you to be as wet as he wanted as soon as you walked in. “Stay still.” He commanded and the warmth of his body left your side. 

Making his way to his desk, he unlocked a drawer and took out a bottle of lube. Generously coating the toy while he walked back to you, you saw the same glittering darkness in his eyes that made your heart race from the interview. Fearful that you had disappointed him, you started babbling apologies and begged for his forgiveness, promising to do better. He hushed you with a firm glare before going back to what he was doing. “The only thing you need to apologize for, is if you’re unable to be wet enough to take this first thing in the morning by next week.” he said coolly. 

The slick toy now much easier to slide into you was met with only the resistance of your tight pussy as he pushed it into you. “Starting today, you’ll wear this during your working hours.” He readjusted your panties once the vaginal plug was snuggly in you, the bottom of it just peeking out between your lips before your underwear covered them once again. Satisfied, he helped your leg down from the desk and put the bottle of lube into one of your drawers. “Don’t let it fall out now.” He said with a self satisfied smirk, turning heel and heading back to his desk as if nothing ever happened. 

The plug inside of you stretched you out and filled you deliciously so. However it wasn’t nearly large or long enough to properly satisfy you. Sitting down at your chair to start your own duties for the day, it pressed further into you, stimulating you and made it hard to concentrate on your tasks at hand. As hard as focusing was, the fear of disappointing Lucifer looming over you was even more oppressive. Any moment your mind wandered to the stretch your pussy was feeling, you forcibly had to look at something else or distract yourself with phone calls in order to get through the day. 

No matter how many distracting tasks you came up with, it did nothing to quell your arousal. The way the toy pressed at your entrance and teased all the spots inside of you that needed attention had your nerves on fire. You weren’t sure how you were going to survive if you needed to wear it on the regular. By the time your shift ended, there was a significant wet spot on your chair and on the back of your skirt. You were eternally lucky that there hadn’t been any physical meetings set up for the day. Though, you weren’t quite sure if it was actually luck or if Lucifer had orchestrated the day to work out like that for you. 

Regardless,cleaning up the mess you became in the bathroom was an adventure. The toy easily slid out of you and you groaned from both relief and desire. Having it inside of you all day only made you want something more. More being specifically Lucifer’s cock dragging itself in and out of your walls. As you washed the toy and stowed it away in its designated drawer, your mind meandered, wondering if today would be the day that you would see your lipstick on his dick. 

It was very much to your dismay though, when you came out of the bathroom, Lucifer had already left for the day and you were alone with your thoughts and a throbbing, aching pussy. 

~~

The moment you got home, you frantically searched under your bed for the box that held your own small collection of toys and grabbed the first one that you knew could satisfy you in the way you had been craving all day. Thrusting it into your sopping core, you moaned wantonly, throwing your head back and flopping onto your bed, not caring to take off any more clothes than absolutely necessary. 

The toy worked in and out of you and you bucked against it. Almost forgetting that it could vibrate, you turned it on and let it do its work, making you moan as you shoved its full length into you. If only it was Lucifer and not a piece of silicone. If only he had bent you over the desk after work and filled you. Your fingers rubbed at your clit and you angled the toy to brush against your g-spot, gasping and writing in pleasure as your vision filled with stars. You panted heavily, the pressure of an orgasm building quickly in your abdomen and you couldn’t wait for the release it would give you. It only took a few more hard thrusts of the toy on its highest setting before you came undone, crying out gratefully and spasming around it, your mind reeling in the euphoria of getting off after hours of being teased by a damn toy. 

But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. And it somehow felt dirty that you had cum without his permission, without his heated gaze on your body. A feeling of shame and guilt washed over your body while you powered the toy off, gasping for air after the whirlwind fucking you had given yourself. You whined, pulling it out of you rolled over, the initial high had been great but it left you feeling dissatisfied for some reason. 

It was as if your pleasure belonged to Lucifer. No matter what you did to yourself, it wouldn’t be nearly the same as what he could give you. Your pussy ached for more stimulation just thinking about him, even if you had just cum. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to relieve yourself unless it was at his behest. Sighing heavily, you dragged your limp body to the shower to get rid of the mess between your legs and to prepare for another day of long torment without relief in sight. 

~~

It took less than a week to train yourself to be wet enough to slide the vaginal plug into you without the aid of lube. First thing in the morning, Lucifer got a front row show of you parting your legs, taking the toy out of the drawer and putting it in you. You adapted quickly, kicking your skirt up before you sat down so that your bare ass came in contact with the chair and you would have less to clean up. Lucifer was kind enough to have the foresight to supply you with a leather chair to ensure your essence could be easily wiped up at the end of your shif. Ever since the first night, the desire to be fucked only grew in you. You hadn’t touched yourself since then, hoping, praying that he would show you mercy and relieve you in a way only he could. 

Ah, but Lucifer was cruel and he took his training very seriously. As soon as he knew you had grown accustomed to the first toy he introduced, he was ready to push your limits again as yet another gift graced your desk a week later. The butt plug, adorned with a glittering red jewel made you swallow hard. You hadn’t ever explored using your other hole, but Lucifer was at least gentle as he trained your asshole open that morning. 

Plenty of lube dribbled down your backside as he slowly worked the hard metal plug, pressing it against your tight ass and easing it into you, cooing and praising you the whole time. He pet your hair as you gasped from being stretched to your limit, he stroked your face as the plug finally slid into you and your whole body was alight with a flurry of sensations. “Good girl…” he praised softly, planting a kiss on your cheek before going back to work. As soon as you sat down, you knew you had a long day ahead of you as the duality of having both holes filled cast a fog over your mind.

Part of his responsibility as a boss to you was to make sure you were cared for, looked after and treasured even if his normal disposition was rather chilly. He was a stern businessman after all, but he did dote on you in some ways. The main way being that he made sure to be there every morning to fit the anal plug into you while you slid the other one into your waiting pussy. Every step of your training was meticulously overseen by him and he just loved the way your body accepted everything he tried as long as he was patient enough. 

Your workload never seemed to lessen, even with the weight of the plugs inside of you every day. The corporate world didn’t stop for anyone and you had to adapt even further to hide your sexual frustration from the guests that frequented the office during his meetings. Guiding them to the little alcove in the corner of the office lined with couches that served as a miniature ‘waiting room’ was the hardest part. Every step you took sent jolts of pleasure down your legs and you struggled to keep your pace even while maintaining perfect posture. Your muscles clenched and strained to ensure nothing fell out of you. Even if the journey was a short one, it felt like it lasted for miles with how much effort it took to look professional. You always ended your introductions with a smile, letting your esteemed guests know that Lucifer would be ready to see them shortly before having to make the long, arduous journey back to your desk. 

Lucifer took pride in the company he built and the people he trained. You, most of all, were so susceptible to all his lessons and adapted quickly. It only felt natural for him to spend on gifts for you, giving you a plethora of options to choose from on how to stuff your pussy for your day. Every few days, it seemed like there was a new box on your desk. Whether it was deliciously textured balls that rubbed against each other and stretched you in a way that made you see stars, or smooth orbs with weights in them, making you clench anytime they shifted inside of you, they all had one thing in common: they all left you wanting more. None of them ever seemed to stretch you far enough or deep enough to satisfy that itch and craving you had for Lucifer’s cock and you were driven nearly mad at that fact. 

He could just how frustrated you were as you cleaned up after yourself and bent over your desk, waiting for him remove the anal plug from your ass. Your essence flowed freely down your thigh at the end of the day and he was satisfied; especially when you let out that precious breathy moan of yours whenever the plug left you empty. You would always look back at him, pleading with your eyes for him to take it further and fill you, but it was business as usual for him. He’d tell you to go home and you would be left on the edge, unable to cum unless he gave you explicit permission to do so. 

~~  

The end of your second month working at Akuzon as Lucifer’s personal assistant drew to a close and by the third month you were there, no matter what task you were doing, your mind reeled with fantasized images of how you wanted Lucifer to take you and make you scream. It invaded every fiber of your being. It was so endlessly frustrating to see your boss completely straight laced and nonplussed at your predicament. He could tell you were close to your breaking point, almost a month of teasing and yet no release in sight; it would soon come time for him to give you what you truly craved. 

“Ah… This is a problem, can you come here and help?” He called you over to his desk and pointed at the space underneath. “I dropped the whole box of paperclips and I really don’t have time to pick them up before my next meeting. Be a dear, and help?” 

“Yes, of course, Lucifer.” you obliged, thinking nothing of it and scrambled on your hands and knees to pick up what seemed to be hundreds of paperclips on the ground. Before you were even a quarter of the way through, you heard the elevator in the distance ding, signalling the arrival of your next guest. Scrambling to get up and greet them, you only found yourself blocked off by Lucifer sitting down, scooting his chair right up to you and blocking your escape. 

“Don’t make a sound now.” He said quietly, looking down at you with an expectant expression on his face. “This guest is of the highest esteem and I would like to make sure this acquisition goes smoothly.” 

“Y-yes, Lucifer.” You mumbled, shifting enough so that you were settled somewhat comfortably between his legs and staring right at his thighs. 

“My apologies for not having my assistant greet you.” Lucifer said as his guest came in. “She’s on an errand and couldn’t make it back in time. Please, take a seat.” He stood up, gesturing to the chair on the other side of the desk and got right to work, discussing the terms of his next acquisition and his expectations once the companies merged. The talk was mundane and there was a fair amount of back and forth as schematics were discussed. 

He kept one hand on his thigh, gently stroking his crotch, and you watched wide eyed, barely daring to breathe as he got hard right in front of his client. His voice betrayed nothing, staying smooth and low while he discussed business matters. You could barely think straight as his finger beckoned you closer to his clothed crotch. His musky scent mixing with the smell of his cologne and newly dry cleaned clothes made you dizzy. As his cock started to strain and press against his pants, you carefully leaned forward, nuzzling his crotch and basking in his closeness. 

He seemed to enjoy this little development. His hand wandered over to your hair, pulling you closer and encouraging you. The thrill of possibly being caught sparked an arousal in you that you hadn’t expected. The conversation above you melted away as you focused on the hardening length pressed up against your cheek and breathing in his scent, getting intoxicated by just his proximity. His hand gently patted your hair as you nuzzled him to full mast under his clothes. You felt your arousal rise along with his cock, your slick essence soaking through your panties. Yet you didn’t dare touch yourself or make a noise. 

“Ah, how foolish of me. I forgot the final paperwork in my car. Please, excuse me for a moment while I retrieve it.” The client said as they drew close to closing the deal. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Of course, please take your time.” Lucifer said. You couldn’t see it, but you could almost feel the self satisfied smirk that was undoubtedly on his face once the guest left to retrieve the documents. 

As soon as the elevator dinged and they were alone, his grip in your hair tightened. He slid back just enough to see your face peeking out from between his thighs. “Don’t ruin this for me.” he warned, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. You started salivating as you saw his length unfurl before you, hard and throbbing, a drop of precum dribbling from the tip and your tongue darted out to catch it and taste him. He smirked, loving how obedient  you were without him asking you to be. “Don’t mess up my suit. Understand?” 

“Yes… Sir.” 

The dark glitter of lust shone in his eyes for a brief moment as you addressed him properly. He settled himself back into place and you were once again alone under the desk; but this time with a very important task at hand. It was a long ride up the elevator from the ground floor to the top, which gave you ample time to suck him off as loudly and as lewdly as you wanted. His cock filled your mouth hot and heavy, the salt from his precum and his scent cast a haze over you as you put as much of him in your mouth as you could. Your hand fisting the rest of what you couldn’t handle all at once. 

His hand in your hair set the pace, making your head bob as you slurped and sucked. Only once did you hear a satisfied groan come from him. But, that was enough to send your hormones into overdrive and you redoubled your efforts into pleasuring him. Your knees ached and your whole body felt too hot to be cramped under his desk like this; but the taste and feel of his cock in your mouth was worth it. It was truly too soon when you heard the tell tale ding of the elevator in the distance, signalling the return of your guest that you had to abruptly stop being loud. 

“I didn’t take too long, now did I?” 

“No, not at all. I was just reviewing everything to make sure everything is crossed and dotted properly.” Lucifer replied calmly, but you could hear a slight strain in his tone. His hand pushed your mouth further down his length until he hit the back of your throat. You fought back a startled squeal and resisted the urge to gag, relaxing your body and your reflexes to accept him as he saw fit. Satisfied, he removed his hand to go over a few more things on the paperwork and you took the prerogative to keep taking him until every inch of him was down your throat. You had to take slow breaths to keep yourself from passing out, his girthy cock blocking much of your airway. 

You could feel his thighs tense as he was balls deep down your throat. As soon as he was able to, his hand returned to your hair and set a languid pace, using your mouth and throat as a fuck toy while he hashed out important business details. Drool pooled at the base of his cock as you let him use you. The worry of ruining his suit caused your whole body to tense in anxiety and you prayed that everything would drip onto the chair below him and not on the expensive tweed of his suit. 

“Yes, I think all of that checks out. Just our signatures left.” Lucifer’s voice floated into your consciousness, the first clear sign that it was all going to be over soon. He didn’t know just how wet you were from sucking him off under his desk. Just rubbing your thighs together, you knew there was a slick mess for you to deal with later on your own. 

Just a little bit more… You told yourself, holding your desire and your breath as you heard the tell tale scratching above you of papers being signed. From there, it was only a few more congratulatory remarks and the guest was on his way out. As soon as he leaves I’m going to suck his soul out from his dick. You determined, fantasizing about how his hot load would taste going down your throat. 

“Yes, that’s the last of everything. I’ll have the receptionist see you out.” Lucifer shuffled the documents on his desk and slid them into a drawer. 

“Of course. I look forward to future business ventures with you.” 

“And I as well. Thank you for coming.” 

Something happened then that you didn’t think could ever happen. You stifled a whimper against his cock buried in your face, but it was impossible to not make a sound. Your whole body shivered when he said that word. The way it lilted and the meaning it held to you had involuntarily made you orgasm. All the sexual tension you had been asked to hold for the past month came crashing around you and you were a shaking wreck, clenching around the small toys inside of you. The lack of air making the euphoria of your climax all the more surreal. 

“Did you hear something?” 

“Must have been the air conditioning settling.” Lucifer lied easily, gripping your hair tightly as a warning. “It does that sometimes… scares me half to death when I’m alone after hours.” He chuckled and gestured towards the door when he saw a message on his desk phone light up. “My receptionist is already here to see you out… Please be sure to drive safely home.” 

“I will. Thank you again.” 

The pain of his hand in your hair grounded you as you rode out the unbidden orgasm. As soon as the elevator was on its way down, the pressure of his cock filling your mouth and throat as you were roughly pulled away from him. You gasped, tears of relief streaked down your face as you took deep unhindered breaths to clear your mind. Whatever plans you had to swallow his load earlier were completely dashed as he pulled you off his cock. 

He slid his chair back assessing your disheveled figure under his desk.  The sight of your drool and lipstick smeared across your face, your hair an absolute rat’s nest from the rough treatment and your trembling form in the aftershocks of your sudden orgasm did things to him he hadn’t expected. He knew he had you trained well with the toys; but it never crossed his mind just how much power his words had over you. Just the casual phrase he let slip had made you cum. The knowledge of that sent a thrill through his body as he immediately started to scheme all the things he could do to you. 

Lucifer glanced down at his cock, looking at the long red streaks of lipstick smeared all across the length. He smirked, loving how the color looked against it. “I was right… that color does look good all over my cock.” He pushed his chair back again to give you just enough room to timidly crawl out from under the desk and stretch your aching muscles. Seeing you on all fours also made him want to do things to you, things that would have to wait until later. “I was going to reward you for a job well done.” He started, pulling you up and sitting you on the edge of his desk. “But unfortunately… it looks like someone got too much pleasure out of this exchange without my permission.” 

His hands spread your thighs apart for him and he pushed your soaked panties to the side, the toys peeking out of your ass and your pussy were absolutely drenched in your juices. Your nether region quivered, and pulsated around the small toy, trying to milk it as you had done to his cock months prior. “Every one of your orgasms… belong to me.”

“Ye… yes, Sir…” you breathed. “I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir.” you babbled, praying he would forgive you. 

“I suppose I can cut you some slack. Even I didn’t know how sensitive you can be from my words.” His fingers stroked your labia, his touch driving you insane. It had been so long since he had last been intimate with you like this, your whole body was in complete sensation overdrive as it relished being touched by him again. Sure, he spent a few minutes every day prepping your ass; but that was nothing compared to what he was giving you now. 

“Thank you sir.” You sobbed, your heart nearly beating out of your chest at the prospect of feeling more of him. 

“Of course… It’s only proper that I congratulate you on making it through the probationary period.” He replied casually, pulling the plug out of your ass and letting it drop to the ground. He chuckled, as you whined, feeling your anus being stretched out as it exited you and then feeling the emptiness that came after it. The toy in your pussy came out next, but he made sure to take his sweet time to drag it out of you, watching it come out bit by bit. The needy whine that came from your lips as your empty cunt begged to be filled again was music to his ears. 

It was only a short moment after that all your needs were fulfilled. His cock easily slid into you, assisted by the copious amounts of your essence that coated your nether region. The dull thud of the toy hitting the ground sounded so distant. All that mattered was finally feeling full and having your needs satiated by Lucifer. With no one else in the office anymore, you moaned loudly, throwing your head back and clutching the edge of the desk to brace yourself. Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer towards you. It had been so long since you had felt his cock inside of you; yet, your body seemed to remember every ridge and edge of it as he filled you up. 

“Does that feel good?” He purred, very pleased at your reaction. Holding off on fucking you was possibly the best decision he had ever made. However, now that he had you, he knew he couldn’t hold off again like that. Not when your heat surrounded him and released all the carnal desire he had reigned in for the past months. 

“Yes… Yes, Sir!” 

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, now huh?” he asked, starting a slow and steady pace to build you up to yet another explosive orgasm. “The toys I gave you weren’t enough? You wanted this inside of you instead, huh?” 

“Yes… Yes… “ You were delirious, swimming in a sea of pure pleasure as his cock hit every sensitive spot in you that had been craving attention for months now. You couldn’t see or think straight. It was all like the first time you had coupled during your interview. All of it was so intense and amazing, it took your breath away. “I want you so much, Sir. I can’t stop thinking about you.” you admitted freely. 

“What a good girl…” he praised, stroking your hair gently. “Your hard work will be rewarded.” He said before roughly slamming his hips into you and burying his whole length into you. Your cries of pleasure rang in his ear as he picked up the pace and chased his release inside of you. Your walls, so tight after your first orgasm hugged him deliciously and he saw stars every time he was balls deep inside of you. 

“Oh… thank you! Thank you, Sir.” you sang endless praises for him as he fucked you senseless, taking you to highs you had never experienced. Being teased for months on end had made all your nerves so sensitive, you could barely handle the reward he was giving you; and that was possibly the best part of it all. “This is the best… reward.. Thank you… thank y---” 

Lucifer cut off your words with a deep kiss, shoving his tongue roughly into your mouth and exploring your mouth. He could taste traces of him in you and it only served to make his hips snap into yours even faster and harder. He was close again. Anytime it came to being inside of you, he knew it would be over soon. Perhaps that was why he preferred to tease you for such long periods of time. The payoff was so worth it in the end. 

“Cum.” he commanded once he broke his kiss with you. “Cum like you did the first time, milk me.” He hissed, his pace now erratic and needy. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes, Sir!” you obliged, the pleasure building up in your abdomen crumbling all at once and you came around his cock hard. Your vision whiting out for a moment and your ears ringing from the force of your climax. 

It only took a few more brutal thrusts before he emptied himself inside of you with a satisfied groan, his long lashes fluttering as your walls pulsed around him and accepted every drop of his seed. “Very good…” He murmured softly, holding you in a close embrace and patting your hair as the both of you came down from the highs of your orgasms. 

Lucifer hissed as he pulled out of you once he was soft enough to do so. The image of his cum dripping out of you was so enticing, it almost made him hard again. Satisfied that you were properly trained for his needs, he adjusted your panties back over your crotch and looked up at your blissed out face. “Congratulations, you’re now a permanent member of my staff.” He cooed, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

You weren’t even in the right mindset to thank him, your brain reeling from the pleasure and your body relaxing after finally getting the release you had been craving for months. His words sounded like they were coming from under water, muffled and garbled. You blinked, in a haze, trying to focus. 

It wasn’t until something cool hit your neck that you jolted to consciousness, grounding yourself with the new sensation against your heated skin. A thin, delicate chain held up a beautiful pendant in the shape of a peacock feather now adorned your neck. In your high, Lucifer had pulled the gift out from his desk and helped himself to putting it on you. 

“A small gift… I think it suits you.” he explained softly. 

“Thank you…” You said, rather touched by the gentle gesture. “I’ll wear it with pride.” 

“I expect nothing less from you.” 

It was true, humans didn’t know much at all until they were trained. You were proof of that and he couldn’t wait to see what other things he could teach you to do with your body.

#Obey me #Obey me fanfiction #Obey me smut #Lucifer x reader #Lucifer x mc #Obey Me AU #CEO! Lucifer is out of control I'm not even sorry #i'm trash you're trash we're all trash #shameless smut

[greasygyeom]

gigil | ten

pairing: Ten x Female Reader (Fluff)

words: 1.9k

warnings: might be disgustingly cute idk.

A/N: Gigil is a word used to describe the overwhelming feeling that comes over us when we see something cute.

At 1 am, with bare minimum noises in the background, save for a stray car zooming away in the distance and a blanket of stars overhead, Ten walked back to his apartment; feet dragging on the pavement, as they traced his displeasure along the way. 

For the third night in a row he’d had to stay overtime at office, simply because someone else had been too lazy to finish their portion of work assigned to them.

Had it been any other day, he would have pulled through without feeling this level of annoyance. Any other week, he would not have complained; he liked working alone, when no one was around to disturb him and ask him stupid questions. But the fact that this was happening during the few days your schedule wasn’t as tight knit as usual, was really testing his patience.

He’d thought long and hard on whether he was being too dramatic about it, because it wasn’t like he never got to see you—your off days always had his name written on them—it was just that off-late he’d been wanting to see a lot more of you.

For him, dating you had started as a breezy ‘hmm I’ll see where this takes me, I’m not looking for anything serious’, but had quickly and quite irreversibly morphed into an intense whirlwind of ‘fuck, I might love her’ and at the end of six months it had rendered him dizzy. 

He didn’t know when exactly he’d started to crave more of your attention, but on days it overpowered his entire existence. He wasn't yet used to the out of the blue pangs of wanting to hug you until you fell asleep in his arms, but he loved the warm and fuzzy feeling thoughts like these left him with.

On most days he could prioritise his work over his neediness for you. Today though? Today had been one of those days, where it had served as a roadblock between what he had to do and what he really wanted to do. Instead of being in bed, cuddled with you, watching a cute coming of age movie, he had to stay back and redraw the anatomy for a new character because some of his peers were incompetent. 

Half an hour of brooding and a long silent walk later, he finally reached his building. On his last call you had already been yawning, so he assumed you were fast asleep and entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could… only to find you lying on the floor.

His heart dropped down to his stomach as the worst, most horrible thoughts of you being injured and unconscious and him being too late in taking you to the hospital clouded his mind.

His panic lasted only about 30 seconds though, until he switched on the lights and it unravelled a completely different story.

You were passed out on the floor alright, but because you’d fallen asleep cuddling with his cat. He didn’t see the cat because your back was facing the entrance. Louis had fit himself comfortably in the crevice of your concave form, lying curled up, snug next to your stomach and was using your arm as a pillow.

Ten’s heartbeat slowed down with the realisation that you were indeed alive and okay and he breathed in a sigh of relief, giggling fondly at the sight of you two sleeping so peacefully; completely unaware of his presence. 

He was kinda jealous of Louis, which was an insane thought, but he wanted in on what looked like a super cozy cuddle session.

Of course, he had to grab his phone and take some pictures first—how could he pass off this opportunity to stock up on some free serotonin. But as soon as he was done taking photos from every angle, he sat on the floor next to you, your back towards him, and rested his chin on your waist. It was a challenge to not kiss the sliver of skin peeking through, from between your shirt and boxers and an even bigger challenge to not wake you up.

He extended an arm to pet Louis, but the cat wasn’t having any of it. 

Within minutes Louis was out of sight and reach and it was just the two of you, on the cold floor. With no cat to disturb, his attention naturally wandered over to you. It was too tempting to not kiss your bare skin. Your hands were tucked under your head, like a makeshift pillow; sooner than later you were bound to get uncomfortable—it only made sense to wake you up. It was definitely not because you looked too cute and he couldn’t stand not being able to squish you. 

“Baby” he whispered softly, “Wake up.” 

You stirred at the sound of his voice, pushing your body towards him, but not really moving.

He had the widest grin plastered on his face, just looking at you. “Let’s go to bed, you’re sleeping on the floor.”

You hummed in response, too lethargic to actually move and also just a scat annoyed.

When he stroked your cheek, you shivered under his touch, goosebumps forming all over your body. His touch was electric. 

Feeling a bit smug about the reaction he just elicited out of you, he pulled your shirt up, just enough to expose your waist, and planted soft kisses alongside your ribs.

You squirmed with every kiss, until you were wide awake and sitting upright, fighting him off.

“Why why why” he giggled, as you pushed him away.

“Why!! Look at the tiiime.” You whined, not letting him have his way for the 800th time.

His face fell, “I know baby, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I was really sulky the whole time I was there and not here.”

“No, that does not make me feel better.” You replied, “I don’t want you to sulk when you’re working.”

“Ayee you can’t have both.” 

“Both what?”

“Be mad at me and not let me be mad at my work.”

“I’m not mad at you.” You pouted, crawling into his lap, “I just really missed you.”

There was something so soothing about your presence, something he couldn’t really explain. He held you tight and buried his head in the crook of your neck, taking in the faint vanilla-esque scent you naturally emanated. 

“I missed you too, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his brownish-blonde hair, your heart skipping beats every time you felt his hot breath on your skin. You weren’t one to feel ticklish easily at all, except for under his touch. It was a phenomenon that perplexed you too. So when he slipped his hand under your shirt, to feel your skin, you shivered again. 

He raised his head and gave you a knowing, smug smile.

God he was so infuriating with how attractive he looked when he smiled like that.

“You’re lucky you’re this cute.”

He grinned even wider. “Oh? What’s that? You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah, I think you’re very cute. What of it?”

The cutest laugh escaped his lips and he cupped your face, “I think you’re cuter, now please kiss me.” 

He puckered his lips and in anticipation, closed his eyes, deliberately acting like a cringey young adult rom-com hero, but two could play that game, right?

You pecked him on his cheek instead. 

His dramatic reaction sent you into a fit of laughter and the whole time you were trying to contain yourself, he was gazing at you as if nothing else existed in his world, with the goofiest, most endearing smile on his face. 

He’d never told you he loved you—even though it’s all he’d thought about the past couple of days—partly because he was scared and partly because he didn’t want to scare you away. 

But the way you made his whole being melt into a mush of happiness, made him not want to hold it in anymore.

“Hey,” he interrupted your hysterics in a serious tone, causing you to stop and look at him. You couldn’t match the intensity in his eyes, but it sparked a wildfire at the pit of your stomach.

“I love you”

Did you hear that right? Did he say he loved you? 

“You what?”

“I love you.” 

You beamed ecstatically. “Good, ‘cuz I love you too.”

“Oh thank god” he exhaled in relief, but before he could finish that sentence you had him caught up in a long, sweet kiss that knocked the wind out of his lungs. 

In the dead of the night, you could only hear his soft moans as you bit and sucked on his lower lip. His hands wandered all over your body, grabbing and teasing you, while you focused on how he tasted like liquor and chocolate, without having any. 

Everything about him was intoxicating. 

“Let’s go in”, he signalled towards his room, when you finally parted away from him.

You looked delectable with your messy hair and slightly swollen lips. Ten wanted to devour you.

“Ohhhhh Mr. Lee why do you want to take me into your bedroom at 2:30 AM.. What are your intentions?” 

“To show you how much I love you.” he seduced, “Will you let me?”

“I’ll let you do whatever you want, baby” you replied, getting up and holding your hand out to help him.

“I wonder what good deeds I did to have found you in my life.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked towards his room. “And I wonder the exact opposite.”

He gasped. “Is that how it is huh? I guess you’ll never find out how much I love you then.”

“Aww.” You chuckled, closing the distance between you, “It’s okay, I can show you right here how much I love you instead?”

“No, I can feel Louis looking at us and I’m not about to traumatise my son. So, I’m gonna give him some treats and be right in.”

“Fifteen minutes or I’m going to sleep.”

“I’ll take five.”

“You and I both know you need at least fifteen minutes with Louis.”

How does this woman know me so well, he thought to himself walking over to where his cat was perched. 

“What do you think, Louis? Did I do the right thing” Ten whispered, nuzzling his nose in the fluffy fur. 

Louis meowed.

“Yeah, I think so too. She’s really great isn’t she.” 

Louis meowed again, making him chuckle.

While pouring some dry food in the bowl for his cat he realised he actually hadn’t eaten anything since afternoon, yet he felt full… full of this happiness and a kind of contentment that he’d never experienced before. He cringed at this disgustingly sappy thought and made his way back to you, into the bedroom. 

You were sprawled on the bed, already asleep, not even having managed to get under the blanket.

“So cute”, he fondly murmured, as he got in bed too and encompassed you completely in a hug—his arms now wrapped around your waist and one leg overlapping both of yours.

You stirred, but he pulled you in closer,

“It’s okay, go back to sleep baby.”

He heard a little affirmative hum and you turned around to face him—eyes half closed—to give him a tiny peck on his lips and then hid your face in his chest. 

You started falling back into your world of dreams and he fell right in with you, following you through a field of daisies, admiring your beauty as the sun glowed on your face; just like he would if you were awake. And tell you a thousand times over how beautiful he thought you were and love you and kiss you until you fell right back into his arms at the end of every night. 

There was something so sweet about that feeling, it made you smile and you thought yeah… it seemed like a good way to spend the rest of your life.

#nct #ten #wayv #wayv fluff #nct fluff #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #ten fanfic #nct fanfic #wayv fanfic #ten fluff #wayv soft hours #wayv drabbles #nct drabbles #ten scenarios #fr:ten

[maybeimamuppet]

ok friends @primordialsoupy asked me on another post for the story behind my username but i didn’t wanna detract from the point of that one and it’s a bit long so here is where maybeimamuppet came from

to begin, it is important to note that i am Neurodivergent™. so i have this thing, idk what it’s called but a word or phrase will occasionally get stuck in my head. for a while after i watched Saving Mr. Banks it was “get on the horse, pamela.” for example.

and there’s a comedian named Mike Birbiglia (on netflix go watch his stuff he’s excellent) but anyway he has this bit of the time he went on the muppets on tour i think? as an opening act. to make a long story short he forgot his stool or water or something and said “fuuuuck!” into his mic on the muppets

and he had this one line “i remember thinking as a child, ‘maybe one day, i’ll be on the muppets!’ i don’t remember thinking ‘maybe one day, i’ll be on the muppets and it’s not gonna go so well.’” or close to that i don’t remember exactly and i OUT OF NOWHERE got “maybe one day, i’ll be on the muppets!” stuck in my head. hadn’t watched that special in probably a minimum of six months, i don’t know why it happened it just did

and then i decided to start writing!! and i had to make accounts for things. i’ve used the same username for just about everything else since i was about nine or so. definitely elementary school. but i didn’t want people i know irl to be able to find this and i didn’t want this page to have a connection to my personal things

so the night before i made everything i had had “maybe one day, i’ll be on the muppets” stuck in my head for about two weeks and i went to bed. and then around five am i woke up from a nightmare i don’t remember in a cold sweat and the first conscious thought i had was “what if i AM the muppet?!”

and by some miracle i remembered that the next day and shortened the phrase to “maybe i’m a muppet”

and thus

maybeimamuppet was born.

the end

#story time with ezzy #tada

[itsclydebitches]

Volume 8 Trailer: Initial Reactions

This is incredibly short for a trailer. Aren’t RWBY’s usually about a minute and a half long? Will we be getting another? I literally only caught the last five minutes of the live stream so idk. 

Ruby is speaking very confidently about Salem’s plans. “Atlas is only Salem’s current target. She’s not hiding anymore,” etc. I mean yeah, this all seems obvious and easy deductions, but it’s just weird to give Ruby - who only found out about Salem a few months ago and spoke to her for one hot second (that we know of) - a more concrete sense of her plans than we, the omniscient audience, have gotten. 

That throne is wonderfully creepy (as is the music here). Where is this? Is Salem perhaps inside her whale? I’m digging the aesthetic. 

Actually it’s worth acknowledging that I’m happy with the tone overall. It still remains to be seen how this fits in with our clips, but at least the trailer is acknowledging the stakes here. 

“We need to warn them!” I get that now that Salem is actively attacking people it’s necessary to prepare others for that, immortality aside, but I still hate that we’ve jumped straight to ‘Telling the world is an unambiguously good thing!’ when literally everything we’ve seen in seven seasons has told us otherwise. 

Speaking of immortality is that like... a conflict at all? Because Volume 7 didn’t grapple with it and neither does this trailer. I think her being immortal is a pretty big factor in the ‘Do we stay or leave?’ debate/any plans they make to defend against her, but thus far Ruby and co. don’t seem to think so. 

We get a shot where the group is pulling out their weapons but Penny stands there looking confused. Another encounter with the Ace Ops? They’ve since recovered from their fight.  

We also see them standing over what is presumably Clover’s corpse. I’m gearing up for the fandom to crucify them if they don’t demonstrate an “appropriate” amount of grief. Something something see they’re inhuman and Team RWBY was right to betray them. 

I’m here for a Penny and Ruby hug though. Their relationship took such a dive last volume I’ll now accept any meaningful connection I can get. 

Okay, onto one of my biggest issues: so much of this trailer is repetition. We’ve seen the whale grimm arrive. We’ve seen the group go back to Pietro’s shop (and we know that either there’s nothing there to fight or they easily defeat what is there because the bike excitement comes next). We know the group is focused on helping Mantle whereas Ironwood is focused on helping the world. We’ve seen them get bikes. We’ve seen Penny’s eyes glow with the Maiden powers. None of this is new and that’s super disappointing. 99% of this is just rehashing what we knew from the end of Volume 7 or from the previous promo clips. With the exception of: 

Salem has the lamp. So she either took it from Cinder, Cinder rejoined her, or Neo betrayed her and took the lamp to Salem. She also doesn’t know how to use it and is presumably going to hunt down Ozpin(Oscar) with that bloodhound grimm. Depending on if Salem wants anything other than the lamp right now that’s an easy way to help protect Mantle: the group leaves and Salem will presumably follow. It’s a version of what I’ve said before regarding “If you care about the people and know that the evil witch only wants your magic relics/you, how about you actually leave via Atlas and draw her away?” 

Also, Ozpin is no longer “the one who can show me how.” Team RWBY + Qrow and Maria all know how to summon Jinn too. Potentially JNR as well if they were told that during the explanation scene we never saw. They’d better hope Salem doesn’t find out that at a minimum six other people know how to activate this relic, including a presumably defenseless old woman. Funny how taking information by force puts you in more danger, your friends in more danger, and makes the enemy’s job that much easier.

Salem also says that she has “questions” for Jinn, plural. That’s probably the most interesting development to me. What does she not know that she needs magic to gain? Will having only one question left hurt her plans? (Ugh, please don’t make this into a ‘It’s a good thing Ruby used a question to uncover all Ozpin’s trauma because that ended up saving the world!’ situation).

There’s nothing about Qrow or Ozpin’s return. Yes, I remain salty that arguably the most important character next to Ruby was dropped for the majority of two volumes and then doesn’t make an appearance in the trailer. 

All in all I’m feeling really... underwhelmed? As said, we’ve learned almost nothing new from this. With the exception of Salem there’s nothing in this trailer that makes me eager to understand what a clip means, or anxious to see the outcome of something. It’s just stuff we already know about (Penny’s eyes), generic stuff that’s meaningless without context (the Ace Ops standing at attention), or stuff that obviously has no weight (someone - potentially Yang - is chased by a dragon-y grimm. Will they survive??? Of course they’ll survive). If it weren’t for Salem holding the relic and revealing her need for it beyond it being one of the four pieces for summoning the gods, I’d say this trailer didn’t do any of the work a trailer is supposed to. So I guess kudos for giving us one thing to think about/look forward to? Everything else though is pretty tame for the volume where our heroes finally square off against their antagonist. This setup would be the end-game for most series (worrisome considering we know RT wants to continue much farther...) and the trailer is mostly showing repetition and grunt grimm. Can’t say it got my blood pumping.  

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 8 spoilers #mymetas #rwde #long post

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #317

i’m tired as a motherfucker and don’t feel like thinking up some lyrics, so here, jus have the survey.

Have you volunteered in the past 6 months? No. French fries or onion rings? French fries. I don't like onion rings. Do you suffer from anxiety? Very badly. Favorite healthy snack? "Apples and peanut butter are one of them." <<<< Same, actually. Good shit. Favorite Disney movie? Forever and always The Lion King. If you see a bee in your house.. are you going to kill it? I hate to say it, but I'm killing it. Do you normally take a shower in the morning or at night? Morning. Do you have a cat? Yeah. What is your favorite animal? It will always be meerkats. Always. Do you know what time you were born? 10:30 AM, I believe. Do you like McDonalds? I'm gonna be real: I've never understood the McDonald's hate. I enjoy it perfectly fine. I mean it's certainly not gourmet, but I'll choose it over other fast food places sometimes. It's cheap and decent food, imo. What's your favorite flower? Orchids. Have you thought about joining the military? FUCK no. Who is the person that has impacted your life the most? Given my PTSD, I think it's pretty obviously Jason. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yeah, but not a lot. I never enjoyed them much. Have you ever wanted to be on a game show? Not seriously, no. I wouldn't want to be on television. Have you ever vaped? Nah. Who was the last person to give you a hug? Either my niece or nephew. Have you ever been on TV? I don't think so, no. What's your favorite store in the mall? Hot Topic, ugggghhhhh take me there. Has anyone ever told you that you have an accent? Yeah, especially when I was younger when I definitely did have a clear Southern accent. Do you have any piercings? Yeah, six. I have been DYING for a new one lately... How did your parents meet? Work. What was your first word? "Dada." Do you eat more healthy food or junk food? Somewhere in the middle, I'd say. What do you spend too much money on? When it's my own money, tattoos. I think I'll be perfectly capable of doing it, but when I'm employed, I'm going to have to watch how much I invest into those. What is a disturbing episode of an otherwise non-disturbing show? What is a disturbing show (or one you would describe as one) is enjoyable to you? Meeeh I don't watch enough for this. What is the most memorable song in a movie? How about a show? Oh wow, I dunno. "Circle of Life" from TLK is a beauty, as is "Strangers Like Me" from Tarzan. There really are a lot. As for shows, "Carry On My Wayward Son" from Supernatural will immediately get fans screaming the lyrics, haha. However, I don't know if that song properly counts since it wasn't written just for the show, but whatever. What is something you’re grateful for that humans have made/have continued to make exist? What about something that you wish that humans didn’t destroy? The Internet, whew. I wish humans would stop destroying the fucking environment. It's heartbreaking how many woods are wiped away here for construction, only to never be built on... While evil men are commonly talked about, what woman would you consider the most evil? I don't know, but it would probably be a rapist or pedophile. Those are probably the people I abhor most. Do you believe children can be evil? If so, what child from history do you believe to have been the most evil? I don't really think children are born evil, no. I've never heard of a diabolical baby or anything. I think the environment they are raised in molds them as they age. I don't know about the last question. Name one way that music can be bad for humans. It can be depressing sometimes, actually dragging your mood down, especially if you already feel low. What has been one of the most blatant advertising in a movie, show, or music video? Some of these questions are hard man, idfk lol. What book have you read/listened to that “messed you up” (or made you have a lot of negative feelings afterward)? Johnny Got His Gun left me feeling so spiteful towards and disappointed in the world. It definitely made me feel down for a while. If you have a pet, what is the best thing that you have for them (either a toy, a highly rated food, etc)? If you don’t have one but would like one, have you thought about what you would get your pet? We definitely don't have the money for "high quality" stuff. What works, works. Did you ever know anyone who was (previously) a part of a cult? What cult? Were you ever a part of one? No. What is something that is legal right now that really shouldn’t be? I'm stealing the previous person's answer by saying fireworks. They have a horrible effect on animals and PTSD victims and is just litter and a fire hazard. What is a movie you consider successful/good that did not have high reviews? I'm not educated enough on movie rankings. When you met the person you now like, what happened? We hugged and cried a bit lmao. Did you realize anything today? No. What do you want to do today? It'd be nice to get off my ass and get Emerson's birthday pictures into Lightroom so Ashley can finally have them... Can you honestly say you’d risk your life for someone else? I know with certainty I would for some people. Could you forgive a boyfriend or friend who physically hurt you? Ha, nope, byyyyeee~ What’s the cutest thing someone’s ever done for you? Ugh... So one night when I was lying down to go to bed but also texting Jason, I was being playful and joked for him to sing me to sleep. He sent me a video for "The Mortician's Daughter" by Black Veil Brides (one of his favorite bands) and just pasted the lyrics, and I thought it was the cutest fucking thing ever. I went to bed listening to it and just smiling. It's why I just don't listen to it anymore. I shouldn't have even talked about it, soooo next question. What are the top five places you wish you could go before you die? Ummm South Africa, Yellowstone National Park, Germany, Alaska, and the Bahamas, maybe. How many tattoos would you like to have? I'm gonna be a fuckin mural. I want tats pretty much everywhere. What question do you hate to answer? "What do you like to do for fun?" What's your favourite animated or cartoon program? Fullmetal Alchemist. What do you think the greatest invention has been? Electricity. What's your favourite movie quote? I dunno, I don't really have one. Do you prefer digital or analogue clocks? Analogue clocks are way more elegant and can be beautifully decorated. Who is your favorite foreign singer/musician? Do you translate his or her lyrics? If you exclude English-speaking foreign bands, like from the UK, Rammstein for sure. I can translate some of them. Say something in a foreign language? "Liebe" means "love" in German. What is a weather-type that you like that not many others do? Snow, for sure. I've never understood the "ew, snow" type of people. It's so pretty. Granted, it's rare here, so it's more of a treat down here, but still. Who do you know personally that has a nice singing voice? Sara has a beautiful voice. What was the last word you learned? I have no clue, given how bad my memory is becoming... It's hard for me to learn anything nowadays, because it doesn't stick. What is your favorite culture? (that you find most interesting): I'll be honest, I'm not very well-informed on foreign cultures. Due to taking so many classes though, I do find German culture to be quite appealing. They are very serious about honesty (for example, telling someone you're okay when you're not is frowned upon in small talk, even), as well as manners. I would love to experience their lifestyle. Have you ever watched anime porn? I've never watched porn to begin with. If you got paid $3 million to smoke meth one time would you do it? Nope. I'm not risking addiction or death. Are ladybugs cute? Yesssss. Will you leave the house without fragrance on? Yeah, I usually do. Do you make good money doing what you do? I'm unemployed. I've only ever worked minimum wage jobs. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries, yum. And kiwi. What do you think of horses? I love them! Are you doing something with your life that matters? Ugh, I don't feel like it. Do you like gravy on your mashed potatoes? I hate gravy. What is the dirtiest rap song you have ever heard? Nicole played "WAP" once when I was in the car and I wanted to die. What about a dirty song in any other genre? "Bitches" by Hollywood Undead MIGHT be rap, but idk? What even is their genre???? But anyway, as much as I love the song, it's dirty as shit. What is a genre of music you simply can't stand? Rap, generally. What is, in your opinion, the best way of dealing with a break up? Lots and lots of self-care and focusing on loving yourself and realizing your worth lies in yourself and not another person. What flavor of Doritos do you like best? Cool Ranch, of course. Would you ever go to a comedy club? Yeah, sure. Why is it that photography is becoming a trend? Because it's art, and people enjoy art???????? What is the funniest movie you have ever seen? White Chicks gets me way harder than it should lmao. Would you ever consider dating someone who lived across the country? I guess, so long it was the plan that we'd eventually move in together, and effort was being made to achieve that once we got pretty serious. Do you have a tattoo? If you do, describe the pain you went through when getting it done. Well, I have six, so I'll just talk about my first one, which was on my wrist. It really isn't bad, especially once you've adjusted to the pain. I think the best metaphor would be that it's like lightly pinching a cat scratch. Outlining is the worst part, imo. What is your favorite bookstore? I don't have one. Who was the last person to tell you that you were cute? I have no idea. When was the last time you had a fever? How high did it go? Oh, I couldn't tell you. Those are very rare for me. How many times do you think that you’ve truly been in love before? With who? Twice, with Jason and Sara. Do you prefer French kissing, or regular kissing more, and why? I mean, this depends on the mood as well as how serious we are. Have you ever been married before? How many times? No. Who do you know that gives the best hugs? Summer has always been a big, strong hugger like I am. Have you ever dated someone of the same gender before? Yeah. Who do you consider to be your hero? My mom. Who is your best friend? Tell us about them. Sara. She's a very caring, strong, creative, just overall amazing person who stands firmly for what she feels is right, and we can't forget about her incredible loyalty, nor her absolute adoration for animals, reptiles especially. How much did your car cost? I don't have my own car. What is the last picture you received on your phone of? Sara sent me a photo of Martha, her ball python. Do you have any friends that actually model? No. Do you keep condoms in your room? No, considering I have no reason to. Do you follow any special diet? (dairy free, vegetarian, gluten free etc.) No, but I desperately want to return to being vegetarian. Vegan would be even better, but I know I'm absolutely not capable of that. What is an appliance you don’t have, but would love to have? uhhhhh Which keys on your keyboard are worn out the most? My "a," "s," and "d" from gaming. If you could be any supervillain, which would you be? Ha, I could probably pull off Harley Quinn pretty easily. Though "super"villain sounds a bit strong for her. What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime? Either Covid or 9/11, probably. What’s the scariest non-horror movie? I personally think the idea behind Johnny Got His Gun is fucking terrifying. What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard? More beautiful than "amazing," but whatever. I can't think of anything else. Jason's mother actually left his father to go back home to New York when he cheated on her, but he followed her all the way there, and they wound up reconciling and were very happily married since. They were a spectacular couple, and I miss them a lot. What brand are you most loyal to? I have no idea. It's hard to be loyal to any when you're not the one buying products. Where are you not welcome anymore? Well, speaking of him, probably Jason's house, haha... I feel that if I just showed up there, his parents would honestly be super happy to see me and want to catch up, but Jason, not so much. I doubt Colleen would welcome me into her house, either. What’s the most recent show you’ve binge-watched? Avatar: The Last Airbender w/ Sara. What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced? Just... adult stuff. Paying bills. Having a stable job. Passing their driver's test. What are some misconceptions about your hobby? We'll use forum roleplay here, in which case I know a very common misconception is that it's sexual in nature and is a kink. It's never been that for me. It's about building unique, complex characters in a vast universe of your creativity, meshing with other's. It's a beautiful thing to me. What’s the dumbest thing someone has argued with you about? Oh, I'm sure something with Mom... because she is absolutely never wrong. What’s the longest rabbit hole you’ve been down? Conspiracy theories on YouTube, aha... What odd smell do you really enjoy? I really enjoy the smell of lilacs, though I know people who think they smell too strong and/or just stink. If you had a HUD that showed three stats about any person you looked at, what three stats would you want it to show? Hm, interesting question. Maybe approachability, moral alignment, and mood. What is your favorite flavor of pop tart? I really like the chocolate sundae ones. Gum? I really like fruit-flavored gums, especially watermelon or strawberry. Last song you sang along to? I sang a bit to "Second Chance" by Shinedown. Are you fascinated by rivers? Yeah, sure. Streams, more specifically, because you can see the bottom and walk more safely in them. I love exploring those. Do you live near a volcano? No, and I plan on keeping it that way, haha. How big is the screen on your digital camera? I dunno, the normal size for a Canon? Do you find train whistles comforting? No. What bird is the cutest? Oh, that's so hard. I love the pastel-colored ones, and hummingbirds are like, universally cute. Are you scared to look at your own organs on x-ray or ultrasound? No, that's actually really cool. Do big eyes freak you out? On people? Generally, no. I tend to find them cute, actually, especially on girls, but I've definitely seen people with big eyes that instead look kinda creepy. Have you ever walked on a frozen lake/river? Hm, I'm actually not sure. I don't believe so, though. Have you ever held a real sword? No. Have you ever seen a tree over 100 years old? Uh, realistically, probably? That's not that old in the grand scheme of trees, is it? Do you feel uncomfortable at fancy restaurants? I can sometimes, yes. I feel very out-of-place.

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