#so hopefully i can finally write more once i get done with my final assignments

[redheadlesbianfreak]

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback? & 🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

💫What is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

Comments are pretty rare and hard to come by if I'm being honest. I've noticed that kudos are far more frequent than comments and that I only get comments right after I post (for the most part). So when I get anything at all, it feels great even if it's just a simple "thank you" or "good chapter." I'm over the moon if someone leaves something that's a couple of sentences and for those incredibly rare occasions where I get a paragraph, I'll be thinking about that for weeks. And I can't complain, because I've almost exclusively posted rated E content, so I went into this knowing I would get a lot more hits than kudos/comments. Smut readers tend to be shy, and I understand that.

🤍What's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

This one is going to be a strange one to answer. So far, I've only posted slash (for Futurama of all things). I really wanted to explore what it meant to be queer in that type of world. Unsurprisingly, an adult cartoon fandom isn't the friendliest place for queer people, and it's pretty hard to engage with most of the fandom because of that (though I have a bigger readerbase than I thought I would). I get paranoid that a lot of people see queer stories and think it's all "fetish content." And nobody has said this about my work to my knowledge, but I do see a lot of people saying that about others and it makes me pretty nervous.

As someone who's been writing queer stories for 3-4 years now, I get scared seeing the way people treat queer creators. There's constant fighting over the "right way" to tell queer stories, which makes me nervous. Of course, it's something I need to overcome, especially with the fact that not everyone is going to like your writing. But the way I see really popular queer creators get treated (thinking about Rebecca Sugar and ND Stevenson here) can get discouraging. I'm not saying they should never be criticized, but maybe don't hold queer creators to a much higher standard than cishet creators...

[cxffecoupx]

fairy lights

hong jisoo + late night drives to see all the christmas lights in the neighborhood wc: 763 warnings: mentions of coffee author's notes: delayed and not proof-read because girl's finally home for the holidays!! which has made me realise that being academically stressed is what gets me writing, because why else did this take me three days to write?? i hate that i've been thrown off the schedule, but i'll try to get back on it (hopefully) hope you enjoy! winter wonderland masterlist

the one night joshua decides to go to bed early, sleep eludes him.

he keeps tossing and turning in his bed, longing to see the snowflakes floating around in the sky, longing to catch them in his palms in the air brightened by the moonlight and the christmas lights hanging in the neighborhood.

so he picks up his car keys, phone and a pair of glasses before going to your house.

you're working on your semester end assignment when you get a call from your boyfriend.

"come downstairs," is all he says.

"shua? i'm not getting down there in this cold," you reply back.

"oh come on!! i wanna see the lights hanging around, they look so pretty."

"then go see them on your own?"

"but i wanna see them with you," and even though he's not in front of you right now, you can hear the pout in his voice (if that's even possible; shua confirms once in a while that it is).

you reluctantly pull yourself out of the very warm, very cosy, very comfortable blanket cocoon you'd built around yourself to grab a coat and your keys before going down.

in front of your apartment building stood joshua, leaning against his car, jacket wrapped over his hoodie that he'd only pried out of your claws last week (you were already making plans to get it back), arms crossed in front of his chest, exuding all the aura of a college boyfriend.

he leans forward to kiss you when you reach near him, reaching out his hands to hold yours and pull you closer to him. when you look at his face, you see his eyes sparkling from all the light of the lights surrounding you.

"seriously, this is something you could have done easily by yourself," you protest.

"close your eyes," he says, and despite all the complaints, you do as he says. you feel him place something on your face, and soon enough, he asks you to open them.

you almost fall from the dizziness.

when you open your eyes, all the light bulbs you see produce light in star shapes.

"what are these?" you ask as you hold onto his arms for support.

"diffraction glasses. when you look at any light, these glasses turn them into different shapes. yours is the star one," he says as he helps you get inside the car, before walking around and getting into the driver's seat.

the drive is a pleasant one. the neighbourhood is entirely lit up with fairy lights, some white and some multicolor. what looked so pretty with just eyes was made even more beautiful through the glasses shua brought you. the christmas tree in front of one of the houses looks as if a star-studded blanket was draped over it. snowflakes twinkle in the moonlight, turning into millions of little stars drifting in and out of your line of vision.

the simple, lovely neighbourhood looked like the milky way.

you turn to joshua in wonder.

"these things are so cool! where did you even get them?" you scream over the howling of the wind through the windows.

"one of my coworkers brought it to office today. i borrowed it from him," he smiles at you, eyes hidden behind the lenses that he was wearing. he stops near a small cafe, and offers to buy coffee for the two of you. he returns a while later, holding two cups: a caramel latte for you and an iced tea for him.

you remove the glasses before settling in with your coffee. the two of you speak nothing, only taking occasional sips of your drinks while watching the snow settle on the trees and rooftops of your neighbourhood.

shua allows you to drive on your way back. your apartment reaches a little too soon, and you're hesitant to say goodbye to him.

"you're coming to the mall tomorrow right?" joshua says in an effort to buy time. you just nod your head yes.

thats when you notice his diffraction glasses hanging from his shirt, and you wear it. the lights change like before, now turning into little hearts all around you.

after a few kisses and whines about having to part, joshua reluctantly turns you around and asks you to get inside before he can leave. you do as he say, not before turning around to take a quick last glance at him.

and at that one moment you don't know whether it's the glasses or you're just very much in love, but you see little hearts shining in his eyes.

prompt by @novelbear divider by @adornedwithlight

[bryngmemoney]

✁FASHION FLIRT✃

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader

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🪡Chapter Nineteen: First Date

Megumi led the way as you walked by his side to a restaurant he had recommended, which was apparently also his favorite.

“I think you’ll like it, well I hope you like it.” he smiled at you as you two continued your walk. “I bet I will, sounds good from what you’ve described.”

He looked down at your hand, wondering if he should reach for it, at least to try and be a little more romantic. Megumi had been alone with you before, last night he was feeling especially brave, so why couldn’t he do that now. He felt nervous, more than he had been any other time with you. It might’ve been the fact that this was officially a date.

He was a little thankful when he finally saw the street sign of the place a few feet away from you. Maybe once you guys had settled down to eat he’d know what to do.

There ended up being a couple people waiting in front of you, so you guys ended up waiting to be seated for a bit. “You really like this place?” you asked him. “Yeah, it’s pretty good i’d say.” You took a moment to look around the place as you waited, it definitely went in line with the atmosphere you’d think he’d enjoy.

You turned to look at him about to bring up the whole fiasco in the morning, only to stop when you saw he had his camera app open, ‘discreetly’ trying to look at himself. You saw him try to adjust a few strands of his hair that fell on his face, his eyes scrunching slightly with worry as if he thought he looked off. “I like your hair.” you complimented, catching him completely off guard. He looked up from his phone, immediately trying to hide the screen as if you hadn’t already been looking at him.

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing special.” He had to look away before you noticed how red his face was getting.

“Megumi,” you laughed, watching his back completely face you.

“Shut up, don’t laugh at me, I take you out for lunch and this is the thanks I get?” He peeked back over, still slightly flustered but in a better condition to at least look at you.

“You’re cute, and pretty, it’s why I chose you to be my model.”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

Just then the hostess called out his name, signaling the table was ready for you two. “C’mon,” he spoke, finally deciding to just grab your hand, as you both walked to be seated.

Excited to finally just sit down with you and talk, especially after working up more confidence, he was about to let go of your hand so you could take a seat across from him in the booth you’d been assigned. Yet the moment he heard an all too familiar voice call his name he cursed the universe for ruining his one chance. He debated running off with you knowing exactly who was approaching.

“Megumi kid, is that you?” You turned to look behind you, only to be met with your teacher, Satoru Gojo.

“Megumi! It is! And Y/n? What is going on here?” He had a more teasing, playful tone, yet you were a bit put off by the whole thing.

“Go away, please.” Megumi said, you felt him slightly tighten his hold around your hand.

“Oh but we haven’t caught up in so long! I basically raised you and now you shew me away? Why don’t we have lunch together, me and Geto were just about to be sat down, but we can just join you two! Don’t worry i’ll pay.” Before Megumi could protest again, he was already sat on one side, turning around to wave Geto over once they saw each other.

“I’m so so sorry,” you heard Megumi mumble to you as he sat down defeatedly opposite of Gojo, leaving room for you.

Author’s Note: megumi’s so done

anyways next date will hopefully be uninterrupted 🤗

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[explorevenus]

Feeling absolutely devastated because of uni and grades all I’d want is the Leon that you write shower me in love and reassuring words :((((

awww honey :(

i’m so sorry you’re having a hard time. it means a lot to me that something i’ve written has brought you comfort during a tough time.

here’s a blurb to hopefully cheer u up ;~; it’s not specific to either canon!leon or yandere!leon, it can be read as either 💗

(writing this on mobile so i’m sorry if the formatting is shit)

leon had been away on assignment for a few days— the timing couldn’t have possibly been more inopportune. not only was he already apprehensive about leaving you to your own devices for any length of time due to pure paranoia, but you were currently being crushed under the weight of finals season.

you were barely sleeping, barely eating, barely blinking. you weren’t as gracious with yourself as he wished you’d be— you hardly allowed yourself any breaks despite how obvious it was that you’d needed one. on one hand, he understands. leon has always been one to absorb himself in his work that way. but you? he could hardly stomach watching you fold in on yourself more and more as the weeks dragged on.

still, duty calls, so away he went.

leon returned home on the cusp of 4 am and was pained to see the dull light of your laptop screen shining through the bedroom window. he didn’t even bother taking his bags out of the car as he headed inside and up the stairs to check on you.

you were practically right where he’d left you days ago, hunched over your laptop at your desk, hair thrown carelessly into a claw clip hanging loose at the nape of your neck, bundled up in one of his old hoodies that swallowed your body whole. you had your forehead rested on the desk before you— he almost thought you were sleeping until he heard a soft hiccup followed by a sniffle.

you were crying.

“oh, sweetheart…” he gasped, approaching you gently so as not to spook you. leon wasn’t even sure if you’d noticed him yet. “what’s the matter? why are you still awake?” he asked, resting a hand on your shoulder, feeling your body quiver beneath his touch as you sobbed.

you peeked your head up to look at him, bleary eyes shot red and overflowing with fat tears. your bottom lip wobbled as you drank in the sight of him, clearly trying to find the words to describe your situation, but once you did, it was like you’d unleashed a rushing waterfall of word vomit that you’d clearly been stewing on since he’d left.

“i put everything i had into this essay, i’ve barely slept, i studied the material until it was printed on the backs of my eyelids and my professor won’t accept it because i turned it in one minute after midnight,” you rambled, pausing to inhale a breath before you continued, “it’s ridiculous and unfair and now i’m gonna have to retake the entire course over one stupid essay, one fucking minute. and now my gpa is probably fucked too and i don’t know what to do because i tried talking to him and he won’t hear it, he won’t give me an extension, and i’m still not even done because i have another final due at 6 pm tomorrow—“

leon listened carefully, occasionally wiping away your tears as he tried to follow your rant. you were firing off so quick he wasn’t sure you were breathing.

“okay, hey, hey… shh… come here,” he interrupted you, opening his arms to draw you out of your chair and into his embrace. you clearly hesitated but ultimately gave in, in sore need of comfort. you couldn’t stop crying, soaking his shirt with tears as you curled into his arms and bawled. he rubbed your back, pressing soft kisses against the crown of your head.

“i-i don’t have time to take a break,” you wept, though you were still clutching him like you’d die if you let go. “i need to finish this paper…”

leon shook his head, tightening his arms around you. “no, sweetheart, you need to take a breather, okay? there’s no way you’re getting that paper done until you relax. everything’s going to be fine, i promise. i’ll make sure of it.”

he rocked you back and forth in his arms as you cried, wishing he had the power to just award you your degree himself. you had been so excited when you first began higher education and it pained him to see how much of a toll it had taken on you over the months.

after a while your hiccups and sobs had subsided and he was prepared to help you back to your desk… that is until he realized you were finally sleeping. he didn’t have the heart to wake you, and it was evident you needed a nap anyway.

instead he helped you over to the bed, tucking you under the plush covers with a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“you’re gonna be just fine, pretty girl,” he whispered, although he was doubtful you were conscious enough to hear him. “just get some rest.”

leon made sure to set an alarm for you that would hopefully give you enough time to rest and finish your paper before it was due.

exhausted from his assignment, leon snuggled in next to you and pulled you into his arms, drifting off alongside you in minutes.

your education could wait— your well-being could not.

[dao-the-starlight]

A Gift for Clxudy Xuan

SURPRISE!!! It's my secret santa gift for the lovely @clxudyxuan for the @olnfsecretsanta2024 event!

A/N to my giftee Xuan: MERRY CHRISTMAS XUAN!!!! It’s me, your secret Santa!!! Before I say anything let me just say I'M SO SORRY for getting this in a day late!! In my time zone, it’s only just the 15th today, so for me the gift exchange happened a day early, and once I realized I had to scramble to my doc and make any changes and tweaks I wanted to. I hope you enjoy this gift, it was incredibly fun to make and I'm so glad I got to make this. I was in a constant fist-fight with writer’s block the entire time I made this so I’m incredibly sorry if there are some errors here and there in the writing, I tried my absolute best to give you the best gift for the holidays! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays Xuan!! 🎄🎄🎄

Word Count: Roughly 2.9k Words

Credit to @/saradika-graphics for the headers

“In ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’, Shakespeare explores themes of the relationships between people and the many hardships that can come with it. Choose three pieces of evidence from the play that support these themes and write, in your own words, an Analytical Essay to show your understanding of the play.”

The monotonous ticking of an ornate clock on a desk served as the only noise in Elise’s bedroom as she stared daggers at the assignment laid in front of her. Winter break had finally arrived at Riverview Peak High School, though the “break” part of the event seemed to be a total lie as the teachers had decided it was a truly wonderful idea to give their students a pile of assignments to complete by the end of the break. “It’s to prepare for your exams!!”, they’d all say. Sure. Fine. That made sense, but why call it a Winter Break then??

If you asked any fellow classmate, they’d tell you that this was the teacher’s dumb way to keep annoying their students. Though to Elise, this was the worst fate that could’ve fallen upon her. She was very eager for winter break, delighted for it even, finally after months of assignments and quizzes and the constant non-stop threat of her grades lowering, Elise was ecstatic at the fact that she could have finally gotten a long break for herself. She had even already planned how she wanted to spend her break, quality time with Mom, practice her piano and singing (and hopefully master that song she hoped to perform for Christmas), and have some winter adventures with her friends, without any bickering this time. But she’s already one week into the break and all she’s done is work work work. Chipping away at the assignments pushed onto her already heavy load.

“Maybe I’m cursed.” Elise would think, “I was too excited for the break, but my grades slipped after I bombed that last math test, so now I’m cursed with more work until I can fix it. I should’ve known that would’ve come back to bite me!”

It certainly didn’t help that Elise had already fallen behind on some of her classes, so now the assignments she had to finish before January felt neverending. Once she managed to finish one and shove it back into her “Finished Assignments” folder, three more assignments would appear to bug her. The past week had mostly been focused on Elise’s math work, booklets, worksheets, mini quizzes, and the occasional “artistic” project to “shake things up” as her teacher would put it. Eventually, it had all become too much, if Elise had to look at one more nonsensical math equation, she thinks she would’ve gone mad. So, even if there was still more to do, Elise switched over to her English assignments, which brings her to now, staring so harshly at her paper that she could have burned a hole straight through it.

It was easy really, just write an essay on a play the class had been studying for weeks, simple enough. Elise had written a bunch of essays during this semester and always excelled as she ought to. This should be a walk in the park! But… Whenever she looked at her assignment and tried to plan out what she could write… nothing came up. She blanked on everything. It was like she got hit with amnesia overnight, every time she tried to recall the events of the play all she got were vague blurry afterimages of things she couldn’t put into words.

Elise wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and cry and tear up this paper into scraps, but she couldn’t get the energy to even try. She had to get everything finished now. She couldn't bear to think about what might happen to her grades if she didn’t finish everything in time. But right now, the only thing she could muster the energy for was to pitifully let her head fall onto her desk, not even acknowledging the pain that shot through her forehead as her head hit the wood.

“Maybe if I stay right here like this, everything will be fine…” she thought to herself.

…

……

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK’

“Elise? Are you awake yet?” The muffled voice of Elise’s mom called from just outside her room door, giving the girl possibly the biggest shock of her life.

Elise shouted… something. Honestly, with her tired mind still catching up to her body, she couldn’t tell if she had shouted a quick “Yes I’m awake!!” or “One second!!”, or maybe even something else entirely. Regardless of whatever words tumbled out of her mouth, Elise sprang up from her desk and immediately grabbed all of her assignments and schoolbooks to unceremoniously shove into whatever free drawers and other hide-y holes she could find.

Just as she shoved her last English assignment into her bag (crumpling it in the process, ugh.) her bedroom door creaked open and her mother peeked her head in, seeing Elise hunched over her backpack quietly grumbling about something.

“Elise…?” she called.

At the sound of her mother’s sudden voice behind her, Elise scrambled to get up to her feet and address her mom. Once she was standing she immediately began to fiddle with her appearance by pure instinct, smoothing out her hair and nightgown hastily and getting rid of any unsightly imperfections she physically saw on herself.

“Ugh I must be a mess right now…” she whined in her mind.

When she finally deemed herself presentable, she looked up to face her mother and oh she was not that close when Elise first heard her. She must have fully walked into the room at some point. Figuring that her mom was simply here to make a quick check-in on her daughter, Elise quickly first spoke to show that she was definitely fine.

“Good morning Mom! I was just looking over some old schoolwork! I wasn’t expecting you to come into my room so you scared me... Is breakfast ready?”

Perfectly cheery, see? She doesn’t sound tired at all! Definitely a perfect happy daughter for a perfect happy mother.

Elise’s mother, Opal, paused for a moment, her gaze flicking from her daughter’s slightly too-wide smile to the desk behind her with pencils and erasers and other stationary utensils strewn about. Without missing a beat, she looked back at her daughter and reached out to fondly brush her hand over her golden hair, slightly ruffling it up in the process. Elise tried her best not to bristle at the action.

Opal hummed, “Well, yes breakfast is ready. Buuut~ I also wanted to ask you about helping your mom with her lovely Christmas decorations for tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow…?”, Elise thought, “What’s happening tomorrow- Oh my goodness I forgot.”

Tomorrow was December twenty-fourth meaning it was Christmas Eve, but not only was it Christmas Eve tomorrow, it was also the “Second Family Christmas Party!”, a party that Elise’s mother had thought up back when she and her daughter had first moved to Golden Grove. After seeing Elise make a new crew of friends, her mother thought it would be amazing to try and brighten up her first Christmas in a new town by inviting all of Elise’s friends and their families over for a Christmas celebration. She and her daughter spent days buying all of the most fancy Christmas decorations they could find, and spent the twenty-third putting them all around the house to turn into a winter wonderland, and come the day of the party everyone loved it! Since then the party has become a tradition for the Second Family, and it just so happens that the party was tomorrow. Elise hadn’t even noticed due to how much she occupied herself with schoolwork and nothing else.

“Oh!! Right. Tomorrow. I… almost forgot! I’d love to decorate with you!” Elise said with a timid strain to her voice.

Elise still had work, lots of work, she really couldn’t neglect it. But she also knows how much her mom loves setting up this party with her, “It’s my favourite part of Christmas!” she’d say, before quickly tacking on some spiel about how truly any time spent with her daughter was her favourite part of Christmas, Elise couldn’t let her mom down and break her heart like that.

Opal smiled, and patted her hair once again, “Thank you, dear. You can come on down when you’re ready, breakfast will be there on the table. I made your favourite”

She gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, for good measure Elise supposed, before stepping out of the bedroom and heading back downstairs.

Once her mother left, it felt like Elise had been dunked over the head with a bucket of ice-cold water. Pushing out a harsh sigh she crouched down and held her hands tight in her hair, not even caring at how unruly her locks became after fussing over it looking “presentable” mere moments before. In her lonesome, she was frantically running scenario after scenario through her head, desperately trying to figure out how she could fit in Christmas celebrations with her work. But in every single scenario, something had to be postponed, pushed back further into winter break meaning Elise had less time to finish everything. How was anything going to get done??

Eventually, after… Well, who knows how long, Elise’s body seemed to make a choice for her as her stomach growled loudly and the telltale pang of hunger racked through her body.

“Time for breakfast…” She mused, slowly standing back up and exciting her room to finally face the day.

~~~~

“Oh! I almost forgot about these! Elise? I have to touch up the lights outside before it gets too dark. Could you grab the rest of these crafts here and string them up around the living room for me?” Opal called.

“Will do Mom!” Elise hopped from the kitchen to the living room, passing her mom who was heading out to the front door on the way.

After Elise had headed down for breakfast (which she had to warm up cause she had in fact taken that long, sorry Mom), she saw her mother bringing out box after box of Christmas decorations and placing them out around the living room. Once Opal heard Elise coming down into the kitchen, she looked up and lit up with glee at the sight of her daughter, greeting her warmly again before continuing what she was doing. Seeing just how excited her mother got at something as “silly” as Christmas decorating, Elise couldn’t help but feel a warm fond feeling of nostalgia fill her chest. Maybe…. school could wait just a little longer… For her mom.

So now, here Elise was, shifting through one of the last boxes of the day. This particular box was filled with a plethora of fun Christmas-themed crafts that Elise and her friends had made during past parties before… things changed. But regardless of the present, these mementos of the past held a lot of memories that couldn’t be forgotten, so it was a pleasure to put them up around the house, lord knows the older Lin’s, Baumann’s, and Murray’s always appreciated it if the kids didn’t.

After around thirty minutes passed, Elise managed to go through everything in the crafts box except for one final thing. Laid there at the very bottom of the box was the very first craft Elise had ever made, a quaint paper and felt card featuring Elise and her closest friends, Qiu and Tamarack, as the main feature on the cover with the words "MERRY CHRISTMAS GOLDEN GROVE" drawn on over the felt with presumably some colourful sharpie pens. Elise reached into the box and pulled the card out, treating it as if it were made of the finest and most fragile glass in the whole world. She carefully ran her fingers over the edge of the felt that made up her felt self’s hair, unable to hold back the emotional grin that overtook her features. Moving over to her best friend's felt figures, she couldn’t help but giggle at the cute crudeness of it all.

The whole card had actually been Elise’s mom’s idea during the very first Christmas party she had. The kids (minus Ren, who at the time already had plans with the rest of the Murrays for Christmas Eve and therefore couldn’t attend) had gotten quite restless while waiting for their party gift exchange, and in their efforts to find something to do, they found a box of craft supplies that were stored in the hallway closet. Opal saw and gave the kids the idea of making a big gift card for themselves to celebrate their first Christmas together. And just like that the kids created a brand new Christmas tradition.

Funny. Elise never realized how many “traditions” she had made here in Golden Grove with her best friends and family surrounding Christmas. She wondered if that would keep going into adulthood. She really hoped it would…

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the front door opening and her now snow-covered mom shuffling into the house. She stood up and was met with the sight of her mother trying her best to shake off all the snow on her while also doing everything she could to not get snow everywhere inside the foyer, all while quietly muttering something about the cold and underestimating Golden Grove’s winter. Unable to hold back, Elise laughed before skipping over to her mom and helping her gather her winter gear and putting it away, earning a fond “Thank you Elise” from her mother during the shuffle.

Once everything was put away and Opal was officially declared “snow-free”, the mother-daughter duo walked out of the foyer and gazed upon the now beautifully decorated house, it truly looked like the house had transformed into a bite-sized version of a fantasy Christmas town.

Opal sighed, love and nostalgia swelling in her chest. 

“Oh, it gets more beautiful every year…” 

“Thank you, my dear. I couldn’t have done this without your teamwork.” she quickly turned to Elise and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Elise chuckled, murmuring a small “You’re welcome” as she moved to hug her mother. The embrace lasted for a few long seconds, both Opal and Elise silently taking in the moment. After the two finally deemed the hug satisfactory, Opal pulled back first with a smile on her face as she looked down at Elise.

“How about, to celebrate our efforts, we have a fun movie night? There’s some popcorn over in the pantry, I can cook some up and we can stay up as late as we want watching Christmas movies!” she suggested.

Elise was just about to eagerly accept her mother’s offer when suddenly she was yanked back to reality by her brain harshly reminding her of the schoolwork waiting back in her room, and her mother’s voice faded far into the background. She had almost forgotten entirely, how could she? There was still so much to be done and she practically wasted the whole day decorating. How was she going to get everything done? Well, there was the essay she tried to write this morning, but there were also some of the other math workbooks she left behind as well… Maybe if she started the essay now, she could-

“It’ll be a nice break for the both of us!” Opal suddenly exclaimed and placed her hands on Elise’s shoulders.

“A moment for us to wind down before all the business of Christmas. We both deserve it,” she added.

Elise only stared at her mother for a moment, unsure of what to say. She didn’t want to dismiss her mom, but she also absolutely couldn’t afford to push back her work any further, her grades could slip again. Though it seemed that Opal would make the final decision before Elise could.

Opal gently grabbed Elise’s hand and walked her towards the living room couch before letting her go to rummage through a nearby coffee table to find her collection of DVDs, musing on about how they could start their movie night with Elise’s favourite Christmas movie.

Elise’s mind failed to catch up with her body, she simply allowed her mom to pull her around and once she was in front of the couch all she did was sit down and wait for her mom.

“Well, I’m already here… I guess it’s too late to leave now.” Elise thought as she adjusted to sit more properly, exuding what she believed to be a more lady-like demeanour.

After rummaging around the DVD collection, Opal finally found just the movie she was looking for, “Ah! There you are. Elise, could you turn on the TV for me while I set up the DVD player?”

Elise muttered a quick “Sure” and reached for the remote, promptly pointing it at the TV and turning it on, just as her mother placed the DVD player up and running and placed the disk inside.

Opal walked back over to the couch and sat down right next to Elise, grabbing a nearby blanket and draping it over herself and her daughter, meanwhile, Elise fiddled around with the remote some more to get the TV to the right cable.

After all the setup, the movie could begin. Elise and Opal moved to get as comfy as possible under the blanket, Elise leaned against her mother and Opal wrapped her arm securely around her daughter. The two became snug as a bug just at the right time when the movie was beginning and classic Christmas music rang through the TV speakers.

“Merry Christmas, my dear,” Opal whispered.

“Mm… Merry Christmas Mom…” Elise couldn’t help but let out a very long, but content, sigh.

It was so nice to get a break.

……

“Oh dear- I forgot our popcorn!!”

Fin

Merry Christmas 🎅

[wecandoit]

hey guys. currently in a bit of a crisis (but its chill, it's fine, we're chillin) so a rant under the cut

it's the first time i've ever left an assignment to be done so last minute. technically this submission is only due 3pm tomorrow (it's currently 10:28pm) but i have to wake up at 5am to go to work and don't get home til around 4.30pm, so really, i have until 5am to finish this assignment. and it's for a unit that i really want to improve my grades on (i've got a structure down, and my sources ready, just gotta write up the five pages, do the referencing and proofing)

but really i'm just a bit terrified because i had weeks, literally weeks, to get this done but i just... didn't? and i did similar things for my last two assignments too and i just--i can't afford to do this, you know? this is my dream, and i can't believe i'm sabotaging myself like this.

i was looking into scholarships for next year bc i could really use it, and i'm just 3% away from being eligible for our uni's merit-based one. and the worst part is, i feel like i could have really easily gotten it if i had put in a tiny bit more effort last year. and yet even knowing this, i can't bring myself to get on top of my game for this semester.

i've just been wanting to sleep all the time, even though i'm constantly napping. i don't even think it's a depressive episode though, because emotionally i'm not really struggling. maybe i'm mentally exhausted? but again, i feel like i've been doing nothing all semester so idk what i'm even exhausted from.

this is my final assignment submission for the year so i'm really hoping that once the stress of deadlines is over, i can actually be productive and study for exams properly (and catch up on like half a semester of missed lectures and exams for half my units)

i'm going to take a 20 minute nap, and hopefully i'll be able to get my head in the game and finish writing this up and do the referencing. i'll try do the proofing and submission at work tomorrow.

thanks to whoever read this and i'm sorry if i got you down. sending you all my best wishes with your work/study/other endeavours<333

xx dilli

[ajaxiscat]

The Bookworm 1/?

I was starting to get a bit burnt out on the other story, and I had been thinking about this one for a while. So I finally put my thoughts to the page. Enjoy.

Worms

Most people think bookworms are people who just like books or insects that eat through the pages. But, for myself and ____? It has a whole different meaning. After all, I’m a borrower who lives in the library where he works. “Cornerstone Town Library” has been my home for twenty-four entertaining, but long years. When I’m writing this, it’s been five years since ____ and I met. I finally got to start keeping a journal this year, because I’m moving into his place. He gave me a notepad today, so I finally got to write down all the interesting things that happened to me at the library. First, I should probably write about how I ended up in this situation.

-Five years earlier.-

-____’s second day on the job- 

Yesterday a new worker started here. Carla moved to Europe, which I don’t mind because she didn’t work in the section I live in. I haven’t seen them yet, but I hope they don’t notice the books shift after hours. Most of the workers don’t, but who knows? Maybe this one will be more attentive, but hopefully not. There are not many houses nearby so it would be hard to move somewhere else. 

After a couple of hours, the Library finally opens, and I notice a new face, he comes in with a stressed expression. He goes up to the counter and apologizes for… being late? This had to be the new guy. He looked like a nice person. 

He wore the outfit all the workers wore, an off-white shirt and a nametag with a bee on it. The workers were allowed to wear jackets too, and he had a red dress shirt with gold stars. He wore green leaf-hanging earrings and rectangle glasses. He had heterochromia, one dark green eye, and one lighter. He had short fluffy brown hair with mixed dark and medium brown hair. 

I always keep track of what the workers wear so I can know who works where and when. I’m not good with names and can barely remember the staff's names. Most of the time I just call them whatever they wear. So it’s likely I’ll call him gold stars. 

Apparently, he got a tour yesterday. I was in the crawlspace for most of yesterday so I didn’t see him before. He’s assigned to my section which is a relief, Sofie, who I call Barbie, used to work in my section. She was rude to older customers and only nice to kids, which makes it not a surprise she’s moved to take over the kid’s section. Eliza, or teal skirt, shows him his tasks. Put away returned books, show people around, and answer questions. 

I decided to doze off on the top shelf of the crimes section, hearing the staff geek out about the job was not entertaining to me in the slightest. I wake up, half asleep, and notice it’s dark out. Teal Skirt wasn’t here, so the library was probably closed, but when I looked down, there was Gold stars cleaning dust off the shelves. Which was weird because I hadn’t seen anyone do that in at least a year. He probably just wanted to make a good impression. But by the time I notice him cleaning the bookshelf I’m on, it’s too late for me to run. I back up against one of the steel beams and hold my breath, but he climbs up the ladder and gasps. Shit. I’m screwed. 

But then I turn around and it’s just a spider. He quickly puts on a glove and grabs it with the paper towel. I flinch as he closes his fist and kills the poor thing. It was only a daddy long leg, so it wasn’t dangerous, though if a kid found it they’d most definitely scream, which would hurt my ears, which means I should technically thank him. By the time I’m done ranting in my head and I’m almost dozing off again, I notice he isn’t moving around. I turn to look where he is, and he’s right there, looming over me. His eyes are wide, but he doesn’t seem upset. Which is never a good sign.

I quickly turned around, going around the steel beam, but once I got to the other side, the sides of my waist were being squeezed by what I can only assume were his fingers. I frantically tried to push his fingers away.

“What even are you, little thing? I must admit you are awfully cute, but I don’t think Eliza will appreciate pests here.”

“No no no! Please let me go!”

“Well, the little bookworm can speak? That’s a surprise. Now, listen here. I won’t hurt you, but I’m not gonna just let you stay here either. How about I release you outside?”

“No… you can’t… I’ll die out there… Please don’t.”

“True,  a little thing like you would probably be in danger out there. How about this, you tell me what you’re doing here, and I might let you stay?”

“I live here. I eat the food they sell at the coffee shop outside. I hide here because there are lots of nooks and crannies that no one looks in. I don’t mean any harm, and I try to stay hidden from humans. Unlike that spider you found that crawled up to you, I stay away from humans like it’s life or death, as it is in most cases.”

“Hm… fine. You can stay, but I want you to stop hiding on the shelves. Someone who’s less merciful than me might find you. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt right after I let you stay.” Thank god. He was gonna let me stay, in other words, let me live. “...And I’m sorry for the way I phrased things. I don’t want you to think I want to hurt you. It’s just that I'm a bit of a mild germaphobe. I don’t want my workspace to be dirty, or any little pests to be running around.”

“Excuse me?”

“No! Sorry, you’re not a pest. I just didn’t know what you were before, and I’m apologizing for treating you like one. That wasn’t right of me. Seeing as you seem to have this all planned out, how long have you been here? I probably have no right to tell you to stay or not.”

“My whole life. Almost twenty years.” “You’re older than I thought. You look young, like a teenager.” “I’m nineteen so you aren’t far off.”

“Still, it wasn’t my place.”

“Are you going to set me down?”

“Right, sorry.” He slowly loosened his grip and released me. “I suppose I might see you around? I’ll probably keep cleaning these shelves every so often so I might catch a glimpse of you.”

“Maybe. Anyways, I’m… I’m gonna go.”

“May I know your name?”

“Valerie. My parents call me Val.”

“Nice to meet you, Valerie. I’m Kaja. Sorry again for the trouble.”“Thanks… Bye Kaja.” I quickly climbed down the shelf and left, I could feel his eyes burning into my back the whole way down. When I got to the carpeted floor I lifted a vent cover, going inside I headed to the crawlspace hatch, where my home was. I picked up the hatch and hopped down into the darkness below.

[stellahikaru]

State of The Starry Path Hotel #4 (March 1st 2024)

Hello! Welcome to the fourth installment of the State of The Starry Path and the first one in March! I thought about doing a monthly wrap up but considering I didn’t get much done in February, I decided against it. OKAY NOW ONTO THE UPDATE!

Mini Life Update

It feels like I have so little time these days. I needed to help do some fixes for the main assignments of my capstone project so that took up most of my time and energy for the first part of the week. Then I was focused on assignments for my other classes for the rest of the week and before I knew it, it was Friday again. Man, I wish I had more time in general. 

On the bright side, I will be on break for next week! I can finally relax and take some time for myself. While I will need to do some school related things during my break, the fact that I do not need to go to class means I can focus on relaxing, playing video games, and content creation of course!

Content Creation Progress Update

So I ended up not really thinking about content creation at all this week. I feel terrible about it but what can I do besides move forward? Thankfully, I will be off of school for the following week so I can get some work done on YouTube videos.

This Week’s Goals

Make an ideas list and write down a minimum of 5 ideas: This goal is a holdover from last week but since I will not be in school, I will have more time to devote to it this week. 

Choose 1 idea and start a video script for it: Once I finish writing down some ideas, I’m going to choose one and start writing a script for it. Unfortunately I won’t be able to record any audio or gameplay because I won’t have my main PC with me, but 

Research editing software: I’m going to look for a free or low cost editing software that I can use to make videos. Even though I won’t be able to test it while on my break, I can still install it when I come back to my PC. 

This Month’s Goals

Make one YouTube video: I want to make a Youtube video this month even if it’s terrible. The majority of the weekly goals are going to be focused on this for the month.

This Year’s Goals

Get monetized on YouTube: I want to eventually make money off of my content so I’m hoping to get monetized on YouTube this year. This is going to be a tall order, but I hope I can keep working towards this with my weekly and monthly goals!

Become an Affiliate on Twitch: Despite making Twitch less of a priority, I still want to be able to become an affiliate on Twitch. While I do need to find a way to meet the seven days streaming requirement, I want to be able to draw in viewers first. 

Gain 100 followers on any social media besides YouTube or Twitch: I actually am over halfway to 100 followers on Twitter as of writing this, but I still don’t get a ton of engagement on my post. In addition, most of the followers I have gotten are those annoying GFX bots and it’s a little bit disheartening. I also want to build up a following on Tumblr and Bluesky as well! 

Make a community Discord server: Once I build up a community, I want to create a Discord server for people to hang out in. However, I want to wait until there is a demand for a Discord server. This goal is lower priority compared to the other goals but I hope that this does end up happening this year!

Final Thoughts

I can’t wait to be able to relax and not have to think about school all the time this week. Hopefully this month I can hit the ground running and actually be able to finish the goals I set out for myself this week. Also I do want to make an announcement regarding streams for the next couple of weeks. I will not be streaming tomorrow or next Saturday. Since I am planning on going back to my parent’s house, I will need to spend tomorrow preparing for the drive there and then the following Saturday is when I’m planning on coming back, so I do not want to pressure myself to get back in time for a stream. My next stream will be on Saturday March 16th at 2 PM EST. However, I will make sure to write a blog post for next week! Anyway, I hope your stay was bright and your journey is filled with light!

[cosmicloved]

in the politest possible way, i think now that i've been doing closed rp for a couple months & realising that it (or at least the group i joined) just doesn't have all the specific issues i've mentioned indie rp having, i'm a little more frustrated abt all the time ppl have tried to tell me it's just bc i'm doing smth wrong with my rp time ASDFGHJHG i have been rping on tumblr since 2012. that's over a decade. and my opinion remains that indie rp does not feel the same as it used to. and it's not bc i can't move with the times bc, again, i've been rping actively!! very actively!! since 2012. and the fact that indie rp feels different isn't really anybody's fault, it's just very difficult to write the sort of things i want to write (e.g; character development that sticks, threads that have lasting impact on muses, less casual stuff) outside of groups (be it rp groups or friend groups) or fandom circles. actually, maybe it's just bc i've spent so long in fandom rp that fandomless oc stuff is a little harder for me to grasp since there's less stuff grounding it ASDFGHHGF

anyway, i do plan to hop back on here and work on drafts soon, even if they're pretty old but i'll probably be generally slower over the next little while since i'm nearing the end of my uni career (wahooooooo!!) and i still have a few deadlines coming up, including my finals in may. i'm aware i haven't done any ic stuff here in a month and i want to fix that bc i still do like indie rp and i like my muses here (i am writing some of these ocs in the group i joined but there are others i miss writing, particularly kael & rika). thank you yet again for being patient with me! and i'm sorry if this post comes off like i'm complaining, i'm really not! i think it just helps me to get my thoughts out! i'll definitely try to be more active here in the summer though, if i can! i might even be able re-open my graphics/theme commissions when i have time but we'll see (however, my first call of action WILL be finish the stuff i already owe as soon as i can). but, in general, this being my final year of uni does mean my assignments have all been heftier or more intensive and, although i STILL get stressed and leave them until the last minute every time, it's harder for me to focus on a bunch of things at once. hopefully this won't be permanent!

[sixosix]

HAIII whats uppp >_<

I've got this week and next week left before im finally free from school 🥹 but im getting my ass beat by homework and assignments. am i procrastinating my business management homework as i speak (write)? absolutely. 19 pages due tmrw but i am but a youngen, not built for this hard world...

also i didn't want to send this in right after my thawed related ask, but... the reader probably has some mommy issues right 😭😭 first her bio mom puts her in the house of hearth, then arlecchino loses interest in her.. i can't remember if you specified her and rosalies relationship, if it's more of a parental, siblingly, or just a platonic bond, but they say 3rd times the charm!! (praying)

ANYWAYS!!!!! take care of yourself, dont get your ass beat by school, and, since im not sure if im gonna have time to send an ask again, have a merry (early) christmas!!!! 🫶

HIII!! is lis your name? i wanted to ask because you interact a lot and i should know what to call you!

OH NO 😭😭😭😭😭😭 that sounds so horrible Im so sorry… praying for u. U CAN DO THIS!!!!!! dont procrastinate for too long! work on something for a little and then take a break and repeat—thats usually how i get it done, but most of the time i end up finishing work in one go when i listen to genshin ost 😭

HEHHE im glad u noticed that reader definitely has some issues w them…. itll come around rventually and hopefully i can show it well once i get my hands on the docs again Sigh 😞

take care of yourself too! thank you for stopping by a lot its really nice to see you in my notifs ❤️❤️❤️ have a merry christmas too hope you enjoy the christmas break <3

[xexiar]

Rant 005. Gaming

Don’t get me wrong, I have very hyped games on my switch but my switch is just for my chill games. Nintendo has always been my gamer version of a good book. The sit down and vibe. Sometimes it’s the stand up and play, along with family competition.

But my main baby, aka my wife, has always been my PlayStation. The I’m gonna forget the world around me and really deep dive into whatever life I want. It’s so important to me because it’s the only safe place I can express and explore myself without real life consequences.

I can let out my emotions. I can problem solve as much as I want without the stress of failure. I can literally be anything and I don’t feel so closed up. At that, it’s the only place I felt any form of community when I had no where else to go.

Even though I’m a single player type gamers, when I do play co-op with friends everything feels so much better. That’s especially true when I used to play mtg (with ex-friends). We would be so caught up in the game that we would feel like different people and not hold back in expressing ourselves. We simply would enjoy the moment of gaming and nothing else.

I guess that’s something that D&D is all about. I may have played two sessions with two different groups, and had an amazing time. But due to my anxiety of speaking and reaching out, I don’t know who to turn to about becoming gaming buddies. There is the notion on how I attempt to write my blogs, along with making written comments on other social media platforms. But as openly expressing I sometimes come across, I’m also extremely reserved due to my history of repression.

I have thought about doing video like content, such as TikTok and YouTube. But again my anxiety and over analyzing the possible outcomes I would like to portray tends to stop me from making any sort of decision. In the past I have done art videos of my traditional works and was very proud of them. I even shared time lapse of my digital works. Yet, my current living conditions makes these type of content no consistent. Not just because my environment makes it difficult but also the fluctuations of my mood and energy levels.

It’s kind of why I look forward to finally having my own place. For instance, I can video journal my growth on being on my own for the first time, and learning more about myself. Along with also having the ability to do activities, like voiceovers and/or just acting silly, all because my anxiety and trauma over having to constantly worry about the people I live with. Soon I will no longer have to worry about someone overhearing my conversation, or trying to be as quiet as possible when needing something from the kitchen. Soon I would be able to go to sleep without worrying about the fact someone is still awake in the next room.

Eventually I would have the space to simply explore me and hopefully start dealing with issues I never felt free to handle. For example the fact I am repressed. I did grow up in a catholic household. So, there’s a lot of concepts that are causing me multitudes of issues. Even after finally moving forward in my transition, especially once I accepted what I was, there’s still lot to unpack. Besides the religious repression, the sexual harassment and assault, the grooming like behaviors of family members, the sexism role I had to portray due to my assigned gender, and even the toxicity of people in my life. There’s just so much to break down that it’s overwhelming. Hence why I been trying to wait till I had my apartment before returning to therapy.

And while dealing with my housing situation, especially last month, I wasn’t fully able to celebrate my birthday. I had a choice between putting money aside for deposit because the programs that do help with that were currently unreliable. That’s mostly due to their priority list, on top of limited funding. So, when I got my refund, a week after my birthday, I finally allowed myself to try to celebrate my birthday. I even bought art supplies that I been craving for, a new video game, and I even allowed myself to try out a new tea flavor.

But now, I’m going through trying to not regret that I spent money to make up for the lack of birthday celebration, all because I’m dealing with potentially being short on deposit for an apartment. When I learned that I wasn’t able to get the first place I became painfully sober. It was so bad that walking through a parking lot, to go to the grocery store, all I noticed was the sign for the liquor store. At that, I was so out of it that I almost got hit by a car.

I do not handle intense emotions very well. And after that event it was a struggle to stay okay. All because I still had my sisters’ voices in my head telling me that I shouldn’t get upset. I struggle heavily with constantly telling myself I shouldn’t feel something because that’s all I know. It’s how I survive for so long. The “I shouldn’t feel mad”, “I shouldn’t feel sad.” Constantly fighting myself emotions because the only acceptable response was always “be happy”, “be grateful”, “let it go”. My whole life my family have conditioned me that my emotions and thoughts are wrong and that I shouldn’t feel them.

So when I took the chance to buy a new video game, instead of just collecting the free PlayStation plus games, I was very excited to play it. It’s then that I remembered why I haven’t turned on my PS4 for so long. But I progressed and just played. My system at least still works. And it’s then that my thoughts clicked again. My one and safe place to feel without worrying. For such a long time I had been denying myself my safe place.

Gaming has always been my coping mechanism when everything else fails. There’s so much pain I can write before I can’t breathe. There’s so much I can draw and paint before I can’t feel. I get burnt out so easily and so my body of work becomes empty voids. There’s so much I can do before staring at a blank sheet is all I have left because all I can do is feel and my body goes numb.

Yet with gaming I’m not creating. The world has already been made. The rules are very clear. All that’s left is to get lost in the story that this world has to offer. When I’m upset, angry, sad, happy, or any other emotion the games I play take on so much different personalities. As I play a premade character, I get to experience their lives. And for a brief moment I feel like I’m them. In those moments when they’re angry or sad I can reflect with them. I can express with them. In that sense neither of us are alone in our emotions. The only difference is that we’re feeling our emotions for different reasons.

And when it’s a game I can customize my character, it’s feels so incredibly liberating. Because in that moment there’s no expectations, there’s no one telling you that you can’t be something other than yourself. In that moment you have the power to be anything your heart desires. All you have is a base form and from there you can do anything and everything. Especially when you’re able to pick your own name. It feels like magic every single time. Kind of why people take forever creating their characters. We want them to be absolutely perfect. And “perfect” is only defined by what we perceive as perfection.

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 158

Hello, peeps! The last Saturday of the year 2023 and thus my last post of the year. Wild. So let's see what I've got here, and then I'll see you again on 2024! Stay tuned for a sneak-peek for A Sign that you're important at the bottom of this post!

Current WIPs:

A Sign that you're important

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary: One month upon his assigment as Doctor Robotnik's assitant, Agent Stone is told to learn sign language. He doesn't know why, and isn't suicidal enough to ask, so he simply rolls with it. Turns out, it's not just a whimsy of the eccentric doctor, even though that doesn't stop the doctor from utilizing it like one.

Progress: The latest chapter aka chapter 2 was posted on 28th of December. The third chapter will be posted on 4th of January aka the next Thursday. Chapter 4 is almost finished. This fic will most likely have five chapters, maybe six if I get epilogue-happy or smth.

The Christmas hassle really cut into my writing time, ngl. Let's hope chapter 5 practically writes itself when I get to it so that I can keep up with the schedule nicely and perhaps get new things cooking. Or maybe just focus on Lab Life, I'm starting to feel self-conscious about writing everything but my "main project", even tho that's by design.

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Life at the laboratory

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary:

"Wanted: a yesman who is capable of operating an espresso machine, has at least a higher IQ than your average amoeba, and is willing to put work before having a personal life, or indeed a life, period. The extra in your pathetic paycheck is good, but the strain in your psyche will make up for the positives. Forfeit your basic human rights and apply today if this sounds like you." 

Maybe it said something about Agent Stone - and probably not good things - that the poster in the cafeteria's pin board piqued his interest more than any of his official assignments had for a good long while. 

Dr. Robotnik, huh?

Progress: This one will be part one of a two-parter longfic, the first part probably... 10-ish chapters? It's a bit hard to estimate at this point, so the number is subject to change - will probably end up being increased tbh. My weekly writing hour (as in, a specific hour when I sit down and write, no excuses [other than not being home]) is devoted to this fic.

I have the first four chapters completely written now. Chapter 5 is 3/4ths done. Let it be known that this chapter is difficult to write, because it involves so much research for things that nobody else will even care about and are basically just background details (actually, that applies to this whole fic tbh). It would be so much easier if I was less of a stickler for details, lol XD As a sidenote that's actually not relevant to this particular chapter, I'm failing miserably at learning to do latte art. The milk foam just turns into milk with hard whip on top. I need to invest in better equipment and fattier milk and give it another shot. The magic tricks I learned in my Hazbin fic research were so much easier >.>

I also have two halfway written chapters that don't yet know their exact placement within the fic (they're scenes that will be slotted in to wherever they feel natural, once we get Stone settled in.)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to Someday™:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Zelda: BotW)

Hah, our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest! (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into A Sign that you're important (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Robotnik let out a deep, exhausted sigh of relief upon the hotel room door closing behind him. Finally, finally the mission was as good as over, with only the paperwork and hopefully avoidable in-person debriefings left, and those were tomorrow's problems. Tonight, all that was expected of him was sleeping, and after days of planning, organizing, and finally the careful execution of the plan he was ready to give his brilliant mind a much deserved break.

"Stone, unpack the bags, order something edible and light from the room service, and ignore any and all messages and calls from the government", he said, taking off his outdoor clothes while his assistant worked in the background. He wanted a shower to wash out the sweat, grime, and the faint smell of a musty warehouse.

As soon as Stone had his pajamas laid out on his bed, he snatched them up and claimed their en-suite bathroom for himself. He couldn't get out of his nasty day clothes fast enough, and after taking out and carefully laying his hearing aids on the edge of the sink – as far away from the danger of falling in as he could manage with the limited options at hand – he hopped in the shower and let the warm water wash out the grime and stress in the blissful silence.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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[sonicenvy]

now that I am no longer half awake I have a lot more patience for this thing actually:

I figured out how to get VLC media player to convert the dot mov screen videos that premiere didn't like to m4v videos which is a file type that premiere pro will actually import with no complaints. Downside is that to do this conversion VLC has to play the video back in real time as it is essentially re-recording it, so these 20 minute videos are going to take 20 minutes to convert. boooo on that front

I converted the shortest clip first, so I could try to figure out why the audio wasn't properly synced to the video and I think I have an answer, which is basically just that I clipped the dead space out of the audio and video separately BEFORE importing them into premiere instead of doing them at the same time. 🤦‍♀️ I'll just chalk that up to my brain being tired from work and being up late and move on actually.

I remembered that there was this tool in premiere that you could use to mark specific time stamps in a sequence. this is the weapon of choice for project re-align audio and video that my zoinked brain fucked up. How? I watched the video back until I got to a point in the video where there should have been a very specific, distinct piece of audio synced with it (in this case the sound of me typing) and marked that location. Next I listened to the audio again until I hit the start of the typing sound and marked that particular moment. The two timestamps marked, I then manually aligned my two markers, replayed the video/audio again to see if I was right and tweaked as needed. Finally, I resolved the length mismatch by cutting out the short remaining dead space at the beginning of the video and adjusting the speed until it was enough to fill the void in properly. Then I re-inserted the dead space, moving around the other clips as necessary and re-adding my crossfades.

This method should work for the other clips, which I am still waiting for conversions on. 🤞

Once all of my clips are re-aligned and properly in my timeline, I can go back and skim watch the video for errors before exporting it and submitting it. I also need to make the associated short write up, but that should be pretty painless and take no more than 30 minutes. Maybe more if I chose to include labeled screenshots.

Assignment will be less than 24 hours late, which is as good as I could have hoped for under the circumstances actually. One day I will finally turn in an assignment on time. On that note, I should get a jump on the discussion for next week so I'm turning that in early.

Hopefully I can have the assignment done BEFORE I go to work at 2:30. That's the goal anyways. Otherwise, I'll have to finish some stuff up AT work, which I'm gonna be real I'm not keen on.

Once again, my deepest, sincerest apologies to my profession (M) for my general lack of organization and whatnot. Fuck adhd, fuck adobe and fuck apple for this situation. Also fuck my lack of saturdays off actually. I'm glad for the hours, but also it is really screwing my school work time lines up. fmllll

sidenote, the professor suggested a different method for making the videos but I honestly did not want to spend the time learning how to do something else for this when I already knew how to do it this way. I wasted enough time in the past learning how to professionally produce video content in premiere pro, that I've honest to god wiped my brain of basic, consumer end, "easy" video editing which is objectively funny as fuck.

fuck you adobe and fuck you apple for deciding to stop talking to each other correctly. I just want to use my stupid dot mov mac screen captures in my pproj file. bpleaseee free me. this video was due almost an hour ago i hate it here.

i so thought I was going to get through this whole half assed project without having to google adobe error messages. like a fool. y’all i tempted fate. local grad student hates googling adobe error messages news @ 9. etc.

[xocasper]

Third Time’s the Charm

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Summary: It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to Gerard, and you two are finally alone again. You take this opportunity to fulfill a promise from last time, and he tries his hand at oral. Part III to First Time for Everything. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: oral sex, riding, loss of virginity, mega virgin!gerard Word Count: 3105 A/N: I feel like I should be more vivid with warnings but I’m also incredibly lazy. Maybe I will, who knows. Also, I saw how I used to format dialogue and it made my head hurt. I have no idea why I put an entire paragraph after dialogue, but again, I’m lazy, so it’ll probably never get fixed. This was a pain in the ass to write because I am currently incapable of writing anything. Hopefully, this will subside, because as much as I hate forcing myself to write, I hate leaving you guys without content more. Enjoy!

Two weeks had passed since your night with Gerard, and you couldn’t be more grateful it was Friday. He had done an impressive job at avoiding you last time, only appearing for a few minutes to grab a snack from the kitchen before hiding away in the basement once more. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see you, but rather he could barely think about you without freezing up. Admittedly, he missed seeing you around, so a brief appearance wasn’t out of the question.

Despite how much Gerard had thought about you that day, you tried not to think about him, directing your focus to Mikey as he walked beside you, chatting away about some history project you were assigned. “It’s bullshit, you know? And it’s not like he’s assigning partner projects either.”

“Mhm, you only prefer partner projects so you can make me do all the work,” you teased, bumping your shoulder with his. He slung it around you, rolling his eyes.

“That’s not true! I help you,” he insisted, kicking pebbles off the pavement as you headed back to his house. “Remember our project on Alexander the Great?”

You scoffed, “That was freshman year, and as far as I can remember, you spent every class singing Iron Maiden to me.”

He couldn’t argue with that, bursting into a fit of giggles at the memory. You both knew that even if it wasn’t a partner project, you’d end up helping him out. It didn’t bother you though; some of your best times with Mikey were spent sprawled on his bedroom floor, tossing study guide paper airplanes at each other while The Smashing Pumpkins echoed around the room.

The rest of your walk was spent discussing stupid gossip in your friend group, Mikey making an occasional comment about how you should just drop them already. He stayed engaged the whole time though, huffing as you told him about a cheating scandal between two of the girls.

“I don’t see why you still hang out with them,” he said, shaking his head in disapproval. “Are Gerard and I not enough for you?”

You laughed as he feigned offense, playing it up for your amusement while you strolled up the driveway. “Gerard and I barely talk,” you lied. “Drag him out of the basement tonight and I’ll consider it.”

Mikey had no issue with this because he couldn’t stand the rest of your friends–they couldn’t stand him either, so it balanced out. He had enough about how they treated each other, and much preferred to bring Gerard around than listen to what they were saying to you this time.

The next two hours wasted away to the sound of a subpar horror movie and scattered chit-chat, Gerard still absent. You tried not to focus on it, grateful that Mikey hadn’t called you out earlier for asking to hang out with him. The last thing you needed was for him to grow suspicious of the two of you–Mikey was your best friend, and there was no way you could withstand an interrogation.

By the time Gerard walked in, Mikey had already run off to find a board game, looking for anything to keep himself busy. With the absence of his brother, Gerard just stood in the doorway, seemingly paralyzed as he watched you on the couch. He wasn’t sure what to say, or what to do, for that matter, eyes fixed on a sliver of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up.

You looked up at him, waiting for him to speak, or at least come closer. His lips parted for a moment as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You stifled a laugh and beckoned him over, relieved as he joined you on the couch.

“Cat got your tongue, babe?” you asked him jokingly, watching a subtle blush creep up his cheeks as he rolled his eyes.

“Mikey didn’t leave you alone again, did he?” he asked, leaning back against the arm of the couch.

“Just for a minute,” you told him, his eyebrows raising in intrigue. Hesitantly, he slid closer to you, building his courage quickly to prevent being caught. He wasn’t quick enough though, his lips barely grazing yours before Mikey came sprinting down the hall.

“I found Monopoly!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Gerard sprung back, sliding to the other side of the couch before Mikey came in. He looked as if he’d seen a ghost, mortified at the idea of getting caught with you, but Mikey didn’t notice as he dashed into the room.

“Hey, you wanna play with us?” he asked, already setting up the board before Gerard could make a decision. He nodded anyway, up for anything if it involved you. “Dad called while you were out, by the way. They’re not going to be home until later, some anniversary dinner for one of Mom’s friends.”

Gerard glanced at you as he processed the information–it was just going to be the three of you tonight. There wasn’t much you could do with Mikey in the house, but you would take what you could get.

You sat across from him, stolen glances more subtle that way. He could barely focus on the game, not that he cared–the sight of your concentration as you tried to beat Mikey was more entertaining. The way you chewed your bottom lip as you strategized, or how you ran your hand through your hair in thought made his mind cloud over, Monopoly turning to I Spy from how closely he watched you.

Despite his staring, he kept it PG–that was until you made it halfway across the board. He knew it was intentional when you leaned over to move your piece, your position giving him a perfect view down your shirt. You played innocent though, ignoring how he shifted when you sat up, focusing back on beating Mikey.

“You’re shit at this,” Mikey laughed, Gerard finally hitting bankruptcy after some of the worst financial decisions you’d ever seen. To be fair, it was your fault; you were a major distraction. He didn’t mind, of course, somewhat grateful that he could put all of his attention on you, rather than splitting it with capitalism.

The game continued with competitive banter, Gerard still planted on the floor, eyes never leaving you. Thankfully, Mikey hadn’t caught you checking out his brother yet, or at least hadn’t mentioned it. You weren’t sure who was winning anymore, not that you’d find out anyway. Monopoly came to a halt when the phone rang, Gerard reluctantly getting up to answer it.

“It’s Pete,” he said, hand covering the receiver for a moment. “He doesn’t sound too great.”

Mikey got up immediately, cursing as he rushed into the kitchen. Gerard shrugged as he walked back in, a bit concerned but appreciative for a moment alone with you.

“Are you really that bad at Monopoly?” you asked, making him laugh softly.

“I don’t think so,” he told you, sitting down on the floor again. “You play dirty.”

“And you liked it.”

He grinned, watching the doorway closely as he slid next to you. Mikey was still on the phone and facing the other direction, giving Gerard the perfect opportunity to kiss you. He was quicker this time, lips meeting yours before Mikey could barge in. It was short and sweet, but wonderful nonetheless, Gerard taking your hand after he pulled away.

About a minute had passed before Mikey came back, worry in his eyes as he stared at the two of you–who had once again, sprung six feet apart.

“Pete got dumped,” he said, staring at his shoes. “He wants me to come over, but I don’t want to ditch you. It’s just… he’s really upset.”

You looked at him sympathetically, “Go check on Pete, okay? Gerard and I will find something to do.”

“I promise we’ll hang out tomorrow,” he told you, thankful for your understanding.

Mikey cared a lot about Pete, and you knew how awful breakups felt, so it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. Besides, it worked out for both of you, Gerard watching wide-eyed as Mikey grabbed a sweatshirt and headed out the door.

“It’s just us,” was all he could really say, still eyeing the door in case Mikey returned.

“If Mikey left, does that count as a forfeit? Like, do I win Monopoly?” you asked, tossing the pieces back in the box.

Gerard stared at you in disbelief, “That’s your main concern?”

“I think I win,” you declared, pushing the box aside and hauling him off the floor.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, placing his hands on your waist while you held the nape of his neck.

He missed kissing you, and how your hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer. For the first time, he could relax under your touch, no longer worried about someone walking in or overhearing. It felt so casual, as if being with Gerard didn’t have unethical undertones.

Slowly, he pulled away, cherishing the affectionate look in your eyes and leading you down the stairs. His hand fit nicely in yours, fingers interlocked as you trailed after him. You got a better look around this time, spotting the comic books and drawings that littered his desk, as well as your number tucked away under an issue of Batman.

“Shit, let me make my bed,” he said, rushing over to tidy up a bit.

“Nice sheets,” you told him, eliciting a groan from him.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna have sex on my Star Wars sheets,” he said, shaking his head in bewilderment.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

He huffed out a laugh, laying back against his headboard and tugging you into his lap. His hands brushed against your skin, delicately placed on your waist again, stroking your skin as he leaned in. He kissed you deeper this time, soft and warm as your tongue parted his lips in one smooth motion.

He was clearly more comfortable this time, less stressed about being judged or caught, exuding a sense of confidence as he kissed you. The way your tongue moved against his was slow and torturous, leaving him longing for more as you pulled away.

You started to kiss down his neck but he stopped you, gently grabbing your hand to get your attention. Worried, you paused and looked up at him, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, you’re fine,” he assured you, stroking the back of your hand. “Can I try something?”

You nodded, “Alright.”

He pecked your lips and slid his hands up your shirt, watching you closely as he pulled it off. You weren’t sure what he was planning but you trusted him, unclasping your bra before relinquishing control.

Gerard flushed as he glanced at your bare chest, trying not to stare so bluntly as he moved you off his lap. Curious, you gazed up at him, brows furrowed slightly but he ignored it, helping you settle against his pillows. He paused for a minute, lips parted as he took in the sight of you, topless for his eyes only.

Carefully, he hovered over you, planting kisses on your chest. He took his time, lightly caressing your breasts and lowering his lips to one of your nipples. You shivered as his breath fanned across your skin, Gerard eyeing you through his lashes as his tongue darted out, grazing your nipple as he rolled the other beneath his thumb.

He used your soft sighs as motivation, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your breasts as he swapped sides. The gentle flicks and swirls of his tongue had you arching into his touch, making him swell with pride as he pressed his lips to your skin once more.

You weren’t expecting more, surprised as he slid further down the bed, kissing every inch of exposed skin. His hands traced the hem of your jeans, and you nodded down at him, heart fluttering as he fumbled with the zipper.

“Can I…” he asked, voice trailing off as he laid between your legs.

“Please do,” you urged him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as he stared at you nervously.

Gerard started easy, hands gliding up your legs, stroking your thighs, and brushing the pads of his fingers against the fabric of your panties. All of his movements were calculated, but apprehensive, not wanting to mess up. He held eye contact with you as he tugged them down, studying your reaction as he leaned in and flattened his tongue against you.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, using your reactions as a guide, which proved to be some sort of help as you ran your hand through his hair, a feeble attempt to pull him closer. His hands held your legs apart as he delved further, sliding his tongue against your folds, the tip of it flicking against your clit in a single move. Just the sight of Gerard buried in your thighs, eyes wide and wanting as he watched you, had you grinding down against him, moans tumbling out as he found a steady pace.

He reveled in your praise, every whine and slurred curse making his jeans seem much tighter than before. A harsh tug of his hair had a loud moan spilling from his lips, vibrating against you as your muscles tensed.

He didn’t miss your sporadic breathing, working his tongue against you in bold strokes. There was a trace of desperation in his eyes, practically begging you to come pretty on his tongue, to let him clean up the mess he caused. The sudden sensation of his lips around your clit had you tripping into an orgasm, body trembling as he watched in awe.

He climbed back up the bed, kissing you hot and messy, his lips wet and hair tousled, but he didn’t care. You held his face in your hands for a moment, chest rising and falling as you smiled at him.

“Where the hell did you learn that?” you asked, making him blush lightly, shrugging off the question. “I mean, shit, there’s no way you haven’t done this before.”

“I haven’t,” he told you, biting back an embarrassed grin.

You pulled him back in again, kissing him slowly as your breathing evened out, your hands sliding up his shirt. He broke away to take it off, laying back and tugging you flush against him.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked him, realizing that you were unprepared if he said no. Thankfully, you didn’t have to worry as Gerard reached blindly toward his nightstand.

“Uh, bottom drawer?” he guessed, never having needed one before. You got up for a second, pulling out a new box.

“Wow, someone came prepared.”

He gawked at you, a bit embarrassed as he rushed to explain. “My dad gave them to me,” he said, suddenly realizing how that sounded worse.

“Oh? Do you do this often?” you joked, watching him go through all five stages of grief in a matter of seconds.

“No, you’re the first,” he promised, relaxing when you sat down next to him.

He kicked off his jeans, squirming impatiently as your hand brushed against his boxers, erection prominent through the fabric. Gently, you hooked your fingers around his waistband, tugging them down and granting him some relief.

A soft sigh fell past his lips as you wrapped a hand around him, stroking him slowly. He was restless, still shifting around, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he searched for more friction.

“If you ever want me to stop, I will,” you told him, receiving a nod in response. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yeah,” he nodded again, words already failing him.

He watched anxiously as you rolled the condom on him, flushing as you stared back. You took his hands in your own, placing them on your hips as you straddled his waist. His breathing stuttered as you slowly sunk down on his cock, his eyes squeezing shut at the unfamiliar feeling.

Gerard moaned as he buried himself completely inside of you, his grip on your hips tightening as you set an even rhythm. You kept your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself as you bounced in his lap, soft panting and moans filling the room.

“You feel so good,” you mumbled to him, leaving kisses on his jawline.

He looked completely blissed out–mouth slightly agape and eyes shut, fully relaxed despite the overeager jerks of his hips. The image alone had you holding him closer, sinking down with more fervor, neglecting the burn in your thighs and the tightness in your abdomen.

You could tell he was close as he struggled to keep your pace, choking out whines and curses. He sounded so pretty, moans bubbling up in his throat and eyes fluttering open, watching his cock disappear inside of you.

He was barely able to warn you with a stuttered “fuck”, his hips jumping once more before he came, and his head tipping back as you continued to rock against him. Seeing Gerard positively wrecked, chest heaving and body lax had you going weak, tipping over the edge with his name on your lips.

The next few minutes were quiet, exchanging kisses as you laid on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. He was in a mild state of ecstasy, tired and euphoric, comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

“I really like you,” he said after he finished cleaning up, putting his boxers back on and climbing in next to you.

“I really like you too,” you told him, a look of relief washing over him. “Gerard, do not tell me you thought I wasn’t into you.”

He shrugged, trying not to laugh at your surprise. “I don’t know, we haven’t spent much time together or anything.”

You scoffed, “I’ve been coming here since ninth grade and we’ve had sex three times.”

“No, I mean like—let me take you out on a date or something.” He grew shy again, waiting to get turned down. 

“Alright,” you agreed, his eyebrows rising in shock.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Gerard smiled to himself as you cuddled up to him, feeling luckier than ever to have you in his arms. Neither of you knew when Mikey would come home, but for now, it was just the two of you, and you had no problem savoring your time with him. He must’ve felt the same, kissing your temple as you gave in to exhaustion, hoping he could have a little more time with you before you reverted back to his brother’s best friend.

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on the right track

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: school stress. senior student reader working on their thesis. also just a smidge of like... implied adhd reader. no proofreading, intentional lowercase, admittedly very self-indulgent.

daisy’s notes: i am terrified of being an adult w a Real-ish Job can someone fund me to get my masters--

four thousand five hundred and sixty-nine words and you were finally fucking done with your rough draft.

despite everything you had once thought about writing, drafting out your senior thesis was far harder than you thought it’d been. one part of it had been your inability to focus, brain flitting to something else that needed doing (or, rather, anything else because revisiting your stupid books for the fifteenth time was boring and there was a reason you’d put off actually typing up excerpts). the other part had just been the frustration of trying to satisfy your professor--who, in all fairness, was encouraging as hell and one of the best women you’d ever met. at least she gave you thesis a fair chance and indulged you in it instead of writing it off because it didn’t contain british literature. your boyfriend had been thankful of that: as much as he liked to hear your passionate rants, he knew it couldn’t be good for you to get so frustrated with one woman.

that brought you to now: three in the morning days after the rough draft was technically due. you told yourself that it was fine, as only one of your classmates had submitted it on time. you were busy with other things, namely other classes, anyway. you were getting some progress on it.

(of course, that progress also came in late nights at your computer until vernon inevitably woke up, reached over to the empty space in bed, and then made his way back to you. his warm arms would wrap around you as he slowly pulled you away when you finished the sentence you were on, mumbling that you needed sleep. with him. he missed having you there to cuddle, and a pouty boyfriend was the easiest way to make you give in to your own desire to curl up in his arms and fall asleep.)

no thoughts, head emptier than earlier, you submitted the damn thing to your class’s discussion board and immediately clicked off. you relaxed into your chair, shutting your eyes with a heavy sigh. sure, there was more to be done after your professor looked it over and gave you feedback: but this was one step. hopefully a final draft wouldn’t require rewriting every damn part of the paper.

“baby?” vernon was lingering near the kitchen at this point, staring at where you’d moved from the dining table to the couch for maximum comfort. “are you done?”

you shut your laptop with a sigh. “for now.”

he perked up, immediately making his way over to flop into the space next to you. “you’re done!”

“for now,” you repeated. “i still have to edit the thing and then do my defense--”

“you’re done,” he said again, “with this part. you’ve got the rest of it, babe. no sweat.” he set aside your laptop, already pulling you into his arms. “i’m proud of you.”

you almost want to make some quip, asking if he suddenly decided to become your dad. yet something about the sentiment made you tear up, breath hitching as your emotions overtake you faster than you expected. one step closer to being done with all of this bullshit. you felt your tears brim up and finally overflow as you began to cry into vernon’s shirt, and he was already starting to rub circles into your back as he pulled you in closer. between the rough draft and every other assignment you had on your plate... this cry was what you needed.

“i mean it, babe,” he said in a softer voice. “i’m really, really proud of you. you came back to it.”

you did. you were supposed to graduate earlier that year. he knew how much you had struggled with having to withdraw from classes and then go back into it after barely two months of down time. and he knew exactly how scared you were of whatever came next, after you actually graduated.

“did you eat?”

you shook your head.

“aw, baby...” he dragged out the term of endearment, and you could hear his smile in his voice. “that’s no good. c’mon, i’ll warm it up for you. you’ve still gotta eat--”

except you wrapped your arms around him a little tighter, taking refuge for a little longer. his arms wound back around you a moment later, thumb tracing hearts into the back of your shirt.

“i love you,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. “c’mon. it’s self care time.”

at least you had vernon to have your back when you needed it the most.

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[bohica160]

Thankyou so much for doing my request! Its amazing! I was wondering if you could do a in heat alpha chris x reader, where chris is super horny and keeps bothering the reader as shes trying to get a project done for work. So she ties him up and milks his cock?

Sorry, its been a little bit since I wrote.😖 I'm currently in the middle of a fic where Chris is tied up, so I kind of made this a different "tied up" way??? If that make sense? Sorry I didn't write it the other way. Hopefully, I can make it up to you in the other one.

Needy Alpha Chris

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Warnings: Omegaverse/abo, omega fem/afab reader, alpha Chris, Chris being needy, knotting, tummy bulge, begging (both sides), cockwarming, diy cock ring, most likely grammar errors

Your deadline was coming up fast for your current project. You figured you'd be able to put some work into it while you stayed home with Chris for his rut. You gave yourself one goal for today. To finish the damn project you and your team were assigned to by your director. That was your only plan for the day. You even told your mate wanted to get this done so the two of you could relax that last couple of days you had off. Unfortunately, your mate was in the middle of his rut. The first few days he’s more aggressively needy. Giving in to his instincts and is absolutely feral. Stalks you around like a predator. His large hands are roaming all over your body in a frenzy. Thankfully he was towards the last couple of days of his rut, making him become needy in a softer way. He still wants to pump load after load into you but he will try to hold in his urges, not wanting to overwork you and have you fucked out of your mind the whole time. But in the end, he ends up begging to fuck your tight cunt.

There you were minding your own business typing away on your laptop, finally able to crawl out of bed and get some work done. As you sat on the floor, coffee table in front of you, back resting against the couch. You could feel someone’s hungry eyes watching your every move for the past 30 minutes. You could see the large man in your peripheral view seated in the small reading nook on the other side of the living room. Without even moving your eyes away from the screen you could tell Chris wanted your attention but didn’t want it to be completely obvious. Even though he was constantly clearing his throat or letting out a small grunt as he kept repositioning himself in the armchair.

After his fruitless attempts, he closed his book, placing it on the seat before walking over to you. He pulled the coffee table forward, pulling it away from you. Your hands stayed in the same typing position as you looked up at him in confusion. "Uh, what are you doing?" You inquired. But the bulky man kept quiet. He moved around to the other side of the table where you sat. Bending down, he slipped his arms under your armpits and lifted you up like a rag doll. You accepted your fate as he sat in the spot you once were and placed you on his lap. Wrapping his large arms around your middle section, burying his face into your hair. Blinking a few times, you turned your head to look at him. "You okay?" He nods against the back of your head. "Couldn't get comfortable" he mumbled, his hot breath dancing across the back of your neck. He could feel your small laugh vibrating through your body. "I could tell. You couldn't sit still." You leaned forward to pull the table toward you, rubbing against Chris's groin in the process. Clearing his throat as he tightened his hold on you.

The sound of your nails tapping against the keys occasionally broke the silence. Every now and then Chris would wiggle around, trying to get comfortable while he trailed his nose to your scent glands on the side of your neck, taking deep breaths of your scent. You paid no mind to it. His rut was coming to an end, he still wanted to take in your sweet aroma every possible moment. His nose rubs against the sensitive skin tickling you for a brief moment before you feel his canines scratch against your skin, causing you to let out a gasp. "Chris, I'm trying to work." You tried holding in your giggles as we switched to the other side of your neck giving the same attention. You brought one of your hands to where his arms were wrapped around you, rubbing your hands along them. As Chris continued to nuzzle against your neck, he unwrapped one of his hands, his callused digits trailing down to the plush skin of your thighs, kneading into the soft meat.

"Chris, I need to get this done." You tried to speak in a serious tone. He brought his mouth to the straps of your tank top, trapping it against his teeth, pulling the thin flimsy material off your shoulders before trailing his hot lips back up. “Then work” “I’m trying but you are distracting me.” you let out an exaggerated sigh. Suddenly you realized while this whole time he’s been holding you, he's been pumping out his pheromones gradually over time. It wasn't until you felt your sex ache for some sort of relief. "Chris Redfield” His lips stilled, pressing to your warming skin. “I told you I am going to get this done, and then I’m yours the rest of the day” You rarely raised your voice, but the sexual tension building up between you, and the nagging workaholic voice in your head was causing a battle inside you. He unwrapped his arm around your waist and slipped under your shirt. His calloused pads outline your sides, tracing up from under your breast, his fingers stretching out as far as they could before sinking them into the soft pillowy meat giving them a firm squeeze.

A soft whimper escaped past your lips, hips rocking slowly as you succumbed to the pleasure of his hardening cock rubbing against your ass. Your eyelids started to feel a bit heavy as your mind became foggy. Chris’s mouth trails up the side of your neck to your ear. “You going to let me in that little cunt?” he whispered between nibbles on your lobe. Realizing what’s happening, your eyes snap wide open. “Okay, that’s it!” you twist in his hold to look at him, “We are doing this on my terms though. I’ll cock warm you until I’m done.” Without skipping a beat he puts both arms under your thighs to lift you up high enough to release his throbbing cock from his sweatpants. “Hold on, hold on.” You lean forward and reach for something behind the laptop. You felt around the surface until your hand found a long silicon rope.

Leaning back against his chest, you tied a loop into one end. You pulled down your shorts with the help of Chris before he spread your legs, each hand supporting the back of your thighs. As he lowered you, you placed the loop of the silicon rope around his shaft. Giving it a light tug to tighten the loop. Chris too focused on being wrapped up in your warmth, paid no attention to the object wrapped around him. The smell of your slick alone gave him complete tunnel vision. Continuing to lower you on him, you feel the crown of his cock rub against your slit, collecting your slick. He plunges in his tip and stills there. Savoring how your pussy is trying to suck him in further, tightening around him.

He hisses out an elicit ‘fuck’ as his head tips back, falling against the cushion of the couch. With each passing second he takes to completely sheath himself in you, the more impatient you get. “Mmmm Chris hur-ahhh.” Before you could even finish your sentence he drops you on the last remaining inches, pulling the sweetest whine from you. Just as he was about to lift you up on his cock, you made a noise trying to grab his attention, placing your hands over his. “Ah! I said cock warming only” Your voice firm, squeezing his hands. He let out a long sigh before wrapping his arms around you again, burying his face in your hair. “Besides with that wrapped around you, you won't be able to cum so easily. Let me finish my work and then we can finish okay?” You rubbed his arms with reassurance before focusing your attention on your device.

The next 20 minutes were absolute torture for Chris. Any time he shifted to get any sort of friction or his cock twitched inside you, you would squeeze so tightly around him. You gummy walls wrapping snuggly around him. This only made him want to thrust up into you, but when he tried to, you would only sink further into him becoming like deadweight. Sweat was running down the side of his face. His brown hair stuck to his forehead. The pressure of the silicon around his base was starting to drive him mad. The ache in his full heavy balls grew, the muscles in his abs continuously flex as he fought all urges from making the tiniest movement.

At some point, he removed his face from your hair. Normally your warm sweet scent would calm him, but right now it only made his inner alpha want to disobey your orders and just fuck into your with relentless power. You two were feeling a bit antsy, craving for the feeling of him mixing your insides with his length. However, you couldn’t deny the fact you loved this power you held over him. Normally Chris would always take the lead, which you absolutely love. But just something about him listening and waiting for your command had you feeling giddy and absolutely sensual. You turn your head just enough to see his face in the corner of your eye. His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched tight, his nostrils flaring with every intake of air. Maybe it was time for a break. You pretty much had everything done. Just needed to go over to make sure you had everything, which you could easily do another day, or perhaps after he passes out from what you were about to do to him.

You reached forward closing the laptop while doing so, you slid up on his twitching cock. His hands dug into your hips, holding onto you for dear life. Before you lowered yourself further onto him, you folded your legs on either side of his, trapping him under you. You pushed the table forward just enough for some room. With both hands on the table to help stead you, you began to bounce yourself on your knees, sliding along his hardness. The male's breath got stuck in his throat as his eyes shot open at the sudden intense feeling of you riding him. His hands continued to hold onto you with bruising force. His mind was a tad too foggy to first realize you were finally giving him the attention he’s been wanting all afternoon. He didn't think it was possible to be so hard.

“Fuck angel, I-I need to cum” He said between gasps. You let out a small breathy chuckle, slamming yourself harder and harder onto his length. Grinding yourself on him every time his member began to twitch out of control. “A little bit longer”, you purred, detaching his grip on your hips and placing them on your breasts, guiding him to squeeze and touch them. You let out a whimper as he starts thrusting up into you earnestly. He's growling against clenched teeth, breathing erratically. "Please a-angel. I n-need it" you reached over your right shoulder with your right hand, cupping the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. His mouth pressed to your ear, his grunts and growls emitting from deep in his throat sending ripples through your abdomen. "W-will you behave?" Your hand wanders over your thigh, sliding over your neglected clit, feeling a prominent vein run down the underside of his cock, over his inflating knot, and stopping at his balls. Cupping them with your soft fingers, giving them a gentle squeeze. You could only feel his head nod eagerly against yours with a wanton moan. The weight of them felt heavy in your hands, tightening, begging to be emptied. You wanted to drag it out a little longer, but you couldn't wait anymore.

Once your hand was able to feel out for the other end of the rope, it took you a couple seconds to get a good grasp on it as Chris continued to plunge into you. Placing your unoccupied hand on the curve of your hip, lifting yourself up until only the crown of his cock was barely inside you, pulled at the rope as you sank down. As your lips touch his knot, a loud guttural groan fills the room as he is flooding your sex with his seed. His mind goes absolutely blank as his consciousness is ripped from him by his orgasm. Your hand drops the rope and stills over your pelvis, pressing against the bulge of his cock. You could feel the force of every spurt against your hand. Your lip caught against your teeth as you felt his warmth spill inside you. Once you felt his hands drop from your body and landed on the floor with a soft thud, you didn't feel him pulsing inside you. You lifted yourself up just enough to face him, making sure not a single drop gets wasted. The look on his face sent a rush through you.

His head tipped back, mouth open slightly ajar, drool just starting to drip down the side, his eyes glazed over barely rolled to the back of his head. Placing both hands on the side of his face, you tip his head forward, before capturing his lips with yours. Coming back from his release, his eyes slowly fluttered closed as he started to kiss you back. pulled back with a soft smile on your face. You ran your thumb over the trail of drool on his chin wiping it away. You gave him another peck on the lips before your hips started to grind on his still hard length. He winced, letting out a hiss. "T-too sensitive darlin'" You let out an amused sigh. "This is what you wanted though right? Want me to milk you dry" You said between pants. You started to ride him against a slow languid pace. Massaging your walls, angling yourself just enough to hit that one soft gummy spot. With your fingers still holding his face you looked down to see where the two of you connected, noticing the milky ring around his knot. "Look baby" you whispered to him. The moment he did you could feel him twitch inside of you again. "Want more… o-of your cum" You whined looking at him, brows knitted together.

"Shit," he hissed as his hands found purchase on your hips again, thrusting his hips up into you. You could feel his legs quake under you. The way his curly pubic hair rubbed against your clit, spurred you on as the pressure in you built. His fingers dug into you, pulling you closer, having your clit grind on him harder. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum. I'm gonna-" You placed your mouth over his, swallowing each other's moans as you both met your peak. The pressure erupted in you as you felt another wave of his thick cum. Your walls flutter around him, your clit pulsating against his pelvis as your grind comes to a slow stop. He threw his head back against the cushion as you both tried to catch your breaths, rubbing his thumb in small circles on your hips. Once when you came down from your high, you started all over again, rolling your hips into him.

"Shit darlin'. I need a break" he whimpered. "Please, just one more? I want you to stuff me full. Make a mess out of my pussy." Once again his body defied him, his cock still going hard, twitching and aching for more. How could he deny his sweet omega when you were asking so nicely. He lost count of how many times he came. Losing a little piece of his soul in your heat each time. After the umpteenth time, the whole room smelt of sex. Nothing but skin slapping slip and moans filled the room. "S-sweetie….. I-I'm s-shooting blanks" he slurred barely able to get out. "One more, one more." You kept chanting building both of your highs. The amount of cum from the two of you collecting on the wooden flood underneath the two of you. You started to rub tight circles on your clit once again. Chris's chest was heaving as his legs shook the floor beneath. "Come on baby. One more." If his brain was working he wouldn't think he'd have one more left in him. But the moment you reached back with your free hand to give his balls a light squeeze and slipped his knot past your puffy lips, his red cock was convulsing again. The pressure in you popped, your sex pulling the last drop of cum in him.

You collapsed on him, resting against his sweat-slicked chest. Focusing on both of your breathing. You squeezed around him one more time before you lifted your head to look up at him. A gurgled grunt rose from his chest. Drool was spilling out both sides of his mouth. Eyes fogged up in ecstasy. "You good baby?" You asked loud enough hoping to reach wherever he was. There was a long pause before he nodded his head just a bit, still looking up at the ceiling. You whipped the drool off along with his sweat running down the side of his face. "Good." You smiled, nuzzling into his neck, breathing in his pheromones. "I'll help you when your knot goes down okay?" You could barely feel him nod his head before you both melted into each other.

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