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in afttp spamton has his own room in the adds basement since it was an extra (bedroom sized) room in the house.. though most often it sleeps w/ sam in her room nowadays but i think spam goes in its own bedroom when they just wanna be alone or to destress sometimes. Here’s some concept art i made for it awhile back
of course the design isnt set in stone but i did want to get some ideas down
#my art#spamton#<—i mean.. technically cuz its his room#afttp au#afttp#religious themes cw#<—sort of. I mean its given how spamtons depiction of the sun is association with heavan imagery#my concept stuff#its not shown but only the top visible wall and right wall are painted#i imagined them both being painted as the sky where the sun meets at the perpendicular corner if that makes sense#nothing rly spectacular but thats okay i just wanted to show some concept art for my therapy au#im thinking abt drawing stuff for the whole adds house too including their bedrooms#mostly cuz i want to establish a better sense of space
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I want the human/cybertronian life difference to be talked about more in canon
Cuz I mean. it’s RIGHT THERE.
Just a smidgen of true acknowledgment I BEG YOU HASBRO‼️
i mean come on all it takes is someone mentioning how long the wars been going for one of the humans to go “4 MILLION YEARS???? WHAT THE FUCK HOW OLD ARE YOU???”
And optimus or ratchet to be like “…5/7 million?” And all of the humans to have a break down CUZ WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE BEEN ALIVE SINCE BEFORE THE HUMAN SPECIES EXISTED??? WE WERE MONKEYS WHEN YOU WERE BORN???
And the (woefully uniformed) cybertronians to be like “??? What do YOU mean your species was still evolving when I onlined, how long do you guys live?? A thousand?? A few hundred??”
And the gobsmacked humans to be like “??? NO WE HARDLY LIVE OVER A HUNDRED ITS CONSIDERED AN ACCOMPLISHMENT?? AVERAGE OLD AGE DEATH IS LIKE MID 80s!! TECHNICALLY THE AVERAGE LIFE SPAN IS 72 OR SOMETHING???”
Cue the autobots being like “😨 72??? THATS A CHILD WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT⁉️”
the more attached/emotional bots looking at their charges and realizing that not only are they sparklings compared to them but they’ll die as sparklings too in just a few decades, causing them to straight up have a mini meltdown.
Yeah they’re in a war and they’ve lost plenty of friends, but never to anything as predictable and inescapable as old age.
It’s the seeing-it-coming part that gets to them, the slow dread of knowing that even if they do everything right and keep them out of danger and they stay healthy there’s nothing they can do to stop them from withering away in a couple of decades.
Most versions of bumblebee looking at their charge/friend and realizing his assumptions about the fact that since they’re both still young that they’ll have plenty of time to just. Live together and have fun- are wrong?? Immediately tears. Even if cybertronians can’t cry tears he’s doing whatever the equivalent is and running away to cry in his room. And then running back to snatch them and take them with him cuz HE CANT WASTE A SECOND IF THEIR LIFESPANS ARE REALLY THAT SHORT HES GONNA JUST HAVE TO SPEND 24/7 WITH THEM
This whole concept ESPECIALLY applies to TFP since all of them got their own little human buddy and there’s only like 5 autobots to begin with (of the main season 1 crew) they’ve lost so many of their own so recently, their numbers are already dwindling down to nothing, they’re losing the war and the kids are what’s given them a major morale boost. To continue fighting they need hope, and the kids have kind of become their hope for the future- to know they’ll die off in under a century despite how young they still are is a shot to the spark.
Look me in the eye and tell me bee wouldnt panic hearing that Raf only has 70-80 years to live. LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME HE WOULDNT HAVE SOME KIND OF FIT OVER BEING TOLD THAT HIS LITTLE BUDDY (from a cybertronian perspective) HAS A LIFESPAN EQUIVALENT TO A LATE STAGE TERMINAL ILLNESS DIAGNOSIS. Bee would start treating Raf like a kid with stage 4 cancer 😭
I just KNOW bulkhead would have the worst reaction other than bee, maybe even worse cuz he looks at miko and realizes she’s used up basically a fifth of her entire lifespan already and she’s Still So Little and straight up starts weeping. That’s his DAUGHTER you can’t take her from him so soon it’s not FAIR! He might have to go destroy a canyon wall or something to let some of the anger and grief out
Arcee is Not taking it well either.
She JUST got attached to this one, just got used to a new partner and your telling her that no matter what she does he’s never going to last as long as tailgate of cliff jumper did?? Even if both he and she do everything they’re supposed to do to protect him and extended his life?? Depression time baby
Optimus and ratchet don’t react as much outwardly to the news as the others but inside they’re both 💔💥
These kids have brought optimus a level of contentment he hasn’t felt in vorns, and he sees how bright their spirits shine- Only to now know those precious spirits will burn out in less than a century- it gnaws at him inside, yet another strike from the cruelty of fate
Ratchet is devastated but refuses to acknowledge it, these kids- yes even miko- have become his pseudo grandkids and he’s not ready, nor will he ever be ready, to outlive them. Jacks reminds him too much of a younger optimus, still learning and still hopeful. Miko is… well she has a fire to her that ratchet can appreciate (when she’s not actively annoying him) she’s determined enough to make anything happen which he does begrudgingly respect even if he wishes she wouldn’t just throw herself into any and every situation just for fun.
And Raf…
Raf is his apprentice, the only one of the kids to understand him and listen intently to his stories of cybertron. To show appreciation for his work and his ideas, to Listen and Learn and Improve his inventions. He harbors the most fondness for Raf since he sees so much potential in him, and has taken him under his wing in teaching him cybertronian language and biology.
He feels almost like he’s training a student to take his place- only for the ground to be ripped out from under him to know that Raf will never have the chance to succeed him, will never even outlive him.
A parent should never have to bury their child, and ratchet already feels that he has.
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TLDR the autobots find out humans have fruit fly lifespans next to them and become one big soggy mess of tears, optimus and ratchet included although they try to have a stiff upper lip about it (and fail to varying extents)
I swear this was supposed to be about any and all continuities but TFP took over completely😭 idk it just fits the best since they focus so much on how attached the bots get to the kids
Edit: btw this was inspired from the fact I found out that the cybertronian equivalent to a year (yes I know technically they have solar cycles which are roughly a human year but what they consider a year vs their lifespan/time perception is different) is a vorn. A vorn is 80 HUMAN YEARS. I saw that and went “oh wow a vorn is like a whole human lifespan!😃” and then I went “OH A VORN IS A WHOLE HUMAN LIFESPAN 😀“
#transformers#tfp#transformers prime#Fr tho i feel like ratchet would have an initial outward reaction of shock and mild horror#perhaps some anger(already going through the stages of grief💀)#and then he shuts them out cuz he can’t handle it 💔#tries to pretend it doesn’t bother him#OH MY GOD HES IN SO MUCH PAIN#optimus doesn’t shut them out but he is a lot more quiet#always has his version of sad puppy eyes when he watches them#like this 🥺 but way way toned down#basically just the eyebrows and small frown#considering he only does micro expressions that’s the best ur gonna get from him#optimus#ratchet#arcee#bumblebee#bulkhead#optimus prime#maccadam
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HEHEHHWHEE imagine the bau team hunting down a serial killer not knowing its their OWN PARTNERRRR imma use hotch as an example cuz dilf😫😫😩😩😩
no real warnings tbh just that reader is a serial killer
i think that he would literally never ever guess it was you. this unsub has been taunting the team, they'd get close and then, the MOMENT they think they're getting close... you're gone (kinda). cuz technically you're still around yk. you're going on dates with aaron, taking care of jack during emergencies, etc. but your serial killer hobbies are in hiatus.
aaron would talk about it with you too. he knows he's not supposed to tell you about the case, but sometimes he gets so frustrated with the case and you lend him an ear yk.
you hide it well, but every time he talks to you about the case. you feel giddy knowing how well you've stumped the great bau.
aaron would never suspect you. you're a great partner, a great parent, he loves you. i mean, every night he holds you talking about how much he loves you. you're the sunshine on his rainy day. all of this distracts you, keeps you on haitus for a long time maybe even permenantly. he tells you that he's planning on quitting the bau. that lets you relax, truly putting your hobbies to rest.
"i think i'm going to take the offer..." aaron says, leaning against the counter, watching you cook dinner.
"hmm? which offer?" you look over at him, in his tight shirt and baggy pants.
"to resign." he laughs and pushing his hair back with one hand. "i want to be here... with you and jack. i want to focus on being a father... and a husband." he looks away and you smile at his bashfulness.
"i'm happy with whatever decision you chose to make, aaron. you're stuck with me."
then he proposes, you're elated. every thing is perfect. you have an amazing fiance, an amazing (almost) step-son. the entire bau is there when he proposes. every single thing is perfect... except that aaron isn't quitting. he's staying at the bau with them. he's staying with them. even after he promised you that he'd quit.
"you told me... you told me that you'd quit." you pace around the living room.
"i know. i'm sorry, but the team needs me." aaron looks at you, eyes filled with guilt.
"we need you, aaron! me and jack! we need you." you feel tears roll down your cheeks.
"(y/n)..." he tries to reach out to you and you back away. he stops, hurt.
"i need some air." you leave, kissing jack good-bye.
you were gone for a week, and in that week, two people had died.
"something on your mind, aaron?" rossi put a hand on his shoulder. aaron sat in his office, staring at the picture of the three of you on a picnic.
"i'm not sure... since (y/n)'s been gone, two people have died and... i noticed this last time too." aaron puts his head in his hands.
"what do you mean?" rossi sits down.
"i-i'm not sure. last time too, we had a fight and they left and- and people died." the dots start to connect, but rossi shakes his head.
"aaron, you don't really think-"
"no. no, i'm sure i'm just imagining it."
"i think you should listen to strauss. the stress from scratch, the new unsub, everything..." rossi trails off.
"i know... i know, i'll think about it."
of course, aaron calls your parents and they say you've been with them the entire time. so he lets it go, but it stays on his mind even when you were back. you'd be sleeping in the same bed and he'd look at you and wonder... could you be a killer? but you'd pull him into a kiss and he'd fall for your warmth once more. you knew he had his suspicions, rossi told you himself. he said he was "worried" that you should "convince him to resign. it'll be good for the both of you". and you did just that. you moved up the wedding, you sent out the invitations, you did everything to distract him from his suspicions and work.
when you walk down the aisle, you see all his suspicions melt as tears fall from his eyes. you feel a grin creep up your face, you did it. you had him for yourself.
"i, aaron hotchner, take (y/n) to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part"
#like and reblog <3#x reader#gender neutral reader#unsub!reader#aaron hotch x reader#hotch x reader#yandere reader#kinda#no real warnings#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner angst#back to my roots if you will
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NEVERTHELESS : armin arlert
summary there’s no such thing as fate. being laced in a relationship with someone who you’re not meant to be with was the last thing you expected. nevertheless–
warning(s) oral, semi-public, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, 69, co-workers to lovers, slight angst, catcalling, armin and reader are both secretaries for eren
word count 9,069
author’s note the title and some of the phrases were inspired by the k-drama, nevertheless, even though i really fucking hated the drama itself LMFAO. also armin was based on mr. cha from business proposal cuz yum.
Routines, you love ‘em.
Nothing sounds better than your whole day already mapped out in your head to avoid any inconveniences. Wake up, get ready for the day, work your 9-5 office job, go home, get ready for bed, sleep, then repeat.
People tend to push this negative narrative on office jobs, but you pay no mind to it. You prefer it this way anyways– you’re earning enough money and you’re cruising through life smoothly.
You’re in your shared office right now with your partner secretary, timidly asking, “Arlert, can you go with me to pick up proposal documents for the meeting on Friday?”
Your job isn’t bad at all. Being employed right under the CEO as his secretary has its perks, but it’s hard to ignore his other secretary's distant behavior towards you. He frequently avoids you unless it’s for work, yet he confuses you whenever he sees you struggling and would be the first to help you.
Instead of saying anything, he just glanced up from his computer to acknowledge your existence, nodded, then went out the room ahead of you without a word.
See?
But just a month ago, when there was a dispute between you and one of the marketing managers, right when the other person stepped closer and had their hand balled into a fist ready to swing at you, he pulled you away to the office and offered you water and support, stammering and fumbling with his words as if he did something wrong. Oftentimes, he seems to want to say something to you and it leaves you skeptical. What, is there a piece of lettuce stuck in between your teeth? You don’t believe that you’re that ditzy, but you certainly feel that way when you’re around him.
And not only is he the CEO’s right hand man, he’s the Jaeger family’s adopted son, meaning he’s just as significant of a figure as your boss. The only reason he’s below him in terms of occupation is because he chose to– even though in technicality, he’s much more qualified than Jaeger. And though your position equates to his, he’s much more experienced than you are since he knows what pleases Jaeger — they’ve lived together for fuck’s sake.
You weren’t going to lie, you can admit that you’ve checked him out a few times. What can you say, he has an ass and a yummy bod, his uniform that included slacks and a button up doing him justice. Though he’s never piqued your interest — considering how you work with him. You and him are supposed to be a team, yet you feel so apart.
You had an inkling that maybe he had feelings for you but that’s just thinking of yourself too highly. He’s the same way with everyone else, introverted and antsy. That’s why he let his brother take the position as CEO.
Nevertheless, he’s never wronged you in any way, so you let go of speculations and separated your opinions from work.
Jaeger had some of his father’s business friends over in his office today. As per, he ordered you to brew his morning coffee as well as extra for his guests while Arlert treats them with hospitality. As you went into the dry room to place the drinks down on the glass coffee table, you already felt stiff as if you were being analyzed — specifically by the oldest man in the room — as you bent down to place his drink in front of him. It’s uncomfortable being observed like this; you were wearing a pencil skirt today, nothing scandalous, but nonetheless you felt uneasy.
The two other guests said their thank you and you were about to leave to give privacy, until the man that was checking you out, blurted, “Jaeger, you let things like that run around here?” He was obviously referring to you, pointing his chin at your direction.
Even though you wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible, you couldn’t. You’ve never been catcalled like this, and it’s twice as embarrassing that the first time had to happen in front of your boss and your co-worker. Your back is turned towards the rest of them, hand wrapped around the cold knob, frozen in place.
“Let’s be professional here, yeah?” Jaeger sighs as he grabs a stack of papers in front of him. Your hand quietly turned the knob and you exited out of the room, though you couldn’t help but just stand outside and try to recuperate from what you just heard.
Instead of dropping the topic, the man went on. “I’m just saying, if I were you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself.”
Jaeger answers, his patience running thin. “She’s my secretary. Nothing more and nothing less. I’m not quite sure what you’re trying to imply.”
“If she’s up for a part time job… you know I’m in need of a new assistant. You don’t really need two secretaries after all, I’m guessing. You’re a big boy.” Your stomach churned and your limbs felt weak, the next thing you know, you hear Arlert raise his voice.
“Get out.” Armin’s tone is filled with disgust and thus, you speed walk off the vicinity and into the room where your shared office with Armin is as you hear the voices in Jaeger’s room get more intense by the second.
You’ve never heard him raise his voice, much less on someone who seems important for the growth of the company. You perceive yourself as someone trivial to him, so why would he go the extra mile to protect you?
As you sit down, you see your faint reflection on the computer screen. You stare at yourself, cheeks flared up in heat due to how ashamed you are. Maybe if you’ve worn slacks instead of a skirt this wouldn’t have happened, maybe your boss didn’t have to be put into that position, maybe then—
“Are you okay?” A stern, yet gentle voice shatters the self-deprecating thoughts that’s straining your head. You turn your chair around and it’s Arlert behind you, arms crossed, head looking down to meet your eyes for what seems like the first time.
You stammer as you look away, “Yes- yeah.” Drops of tears fell and dampened the carpet beneath you, losing the fight of trying to hold back tears. Cupping your face with your hands, you quietly snivel in front of your partner, him kneeling to see you eye-level, reaching into his pocket and handing you a handkerchief as his own way of comforting you.
As you take the checkered cloth from him, your eyes puffy, he continues, “I’m sorry you had to hear that. Eren said can take the rest of the day off.” And though you couldn’t face him in the eye, you take note of his left cheek: swollen and flushed red.
“Hey… did you get hurt?” You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, but hesitated knowing how he is.
There was no use of lying, even a kid can decipher the fact that he’s been struck across the face. “It’s okay, a little ice can fix it. Don’t worry about me and rest, alright?”
You know it was a lie— he wasn’t okay, but nevertheless—
“Okay.”
Weeks have passed since then and oddly enough, he’s been treating you differently. In other words, he’s been more polite, visiting your desk more often, and such. It’s even gotten to the point where you’ve exchanged flirtatious glances, staring at each other for a bit too long, but both of you always quickly turn away to avoid any more awkwardness.
In general, your perception of him has changed and if this couldn’t be cliche enough, you’ve caught a little crush on him. You didn’t take it seriously though, as you figured that this is probably just from your lack of romance and your heart is mistaking your co-worker as someone you could potentially have a romantic relationship with.
Your fellow colleagues have noticed his sincerity towards you as well. By you— meaning that he’s still the same stoic person towards everyone else.
Tonight is the annual office Christmas party and instead of renting a proper venue, the president decided why not hold it on the floor you work on instead. Parties aren’t your forte, but you don’t mind. After all, it’s part of the job and to get on people’s good side. Avoiding this will just cause others to look at you as someone who’s arrogant.
It’s part of your routine to loosen up once in a while, so you didn’t hold back on the drinks. It wasn’t to the point where you felt like the world was spinning, but you obviously weren’t your… usual self. Calm, collected, and professional.
“Are you going to be alright going home yourself?” Sasha’s arm was draped over you as you walked her to the front of the building to wait for her Uber.
“Of course! I’m no baby!” She laughs maniacally, leading to you wondering how she landed on an office job with this energetic personality of hers.
After she got in the black sedan, you went back inside, hopped in the elevator, and when you got to your designated floor, you peeked through the small open crack of your office room as you were about to head home yourself. Arlert was typing away on his laptop, a bottle of whiskey along with a small shot glass sitting atop the wooden surface of his table.
“You can come in, you know.” He sighs, glancing at you for a moment then back on the screen in front of him, glasses reflecting the white sheen from the laptop. You entered the room, struggling to walk properly as you plop on the green velvet couch in the middle of the spacious room. You weren’t wasted by any means, it was just your damn 3 inch stilettos getting in the way.
Too tired to physically bend down and take the uncomfortable shoes off you murmur, “Why weren’t you out there with everyone else?”
“I prefer it to be quiet.” He clicks away on his keyboard, foot tapping on the carpet, the faint music blaring through the walls. The room was dim, the only light coming from his laptop and the open blinds. “Care for a drink?” He takes out another glass from his drawer, pops off the decanter of the whiskey and you watch the liquid meld onto the shape of the round glass.
You honestly don't feel like consuming anymore alcohol since you need to drive home, but your mind is urging you to take the drink anyways as a chance to spend more time with him. After balancing yourself, you sauntered towards him, took the drink in hand, and hopped so you could sit on his desk.
Clearly being faded is giving you more self-confidence, you’d never do this if you’re sober. You had no underlying intentions, you just wanted to unravel a layer of you he’s never seen before since you’ve led yourself to believe that he just thinks of you as his weak hearted co-worker and that’s why he’s treating you nicely and with care. Closing his laptop and walking around to lean against the edge of the desk next to you, you clink your glasses together and drink away.
“Good job on your presentation today, even Eren couldn’t make Ackerman as agreeable as you did,” His compliment only made you giggle. Placing your drink back down, you answer with a lopsided grin, “Well, I couldn’t have done it without you.”
It was sudden when he felt your head against his shoulder, not paying attention to the finger that slid around the edge of his jawline and the tilt that startled him, your noses nearly bumping. “Are you going to give me a reward?” You murmur, the corner of your lip turning up into a smirk.
“What would you like?” He wasn’t retaliating at all which only egged you on to go further.
You leaned to press your lips on his, the realization of how insane you are for doing this finally hitting you, but it’s too late. The repercussions for being unprofessional in the workplace can be dire, so you try to pull away with the assumption that Arlert will reprimand you. Before you could even part, he just pulled you back in, deepening the intimate moment and whimpering against your mouth from mere desperation.
One of his hands was around the back of your neck without force, but to imply that he wishes to keep going. You laced your fingers on his blonde locks, drawing his face closer as you nibbled on his bottom lip. When his other hand nipped on your collar button, you became aware of the buzzing in your heart.
The hunger and yearn you’ve had for him.
But is this really ethical? A few minutes of pleasure can cost you your career.
When half your button-up came undone, bra peeking in the crevice it revealed, you pushed him as lightly as you could.
Immediately, he stopped touching you and distanced himself by a few inches. “I’m- I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” He apologizes.
“No- it’s not you… it’s just that- I’ve never… God, this is embarrassing.” Yes, you’re a virgin and indirectly admitting it to your co-worker who was in the process of taking it is making you cringe. A part of you thought that you should’ve just kept going without telling him, but another part of you is afraid, what if it hurts?
What if you start bleeding and he gets icked out over it?
It’s not as if you’ve never had a significant other, you’ve just never gotten past second base because of the reasons just mentioned.
You were fiddling with your hands, trying to avoid looking at him at all until he pushed your chin with his finger to meet his eyes. His complexion is disheveled, strands of hair out of place and a smear of your lipstick apparent on the corner of his cheek. He seemed a little drowsy himself, his eyes are drooping, but impressively, he’s able to keep a good posture.
“I don’t think it’s embarrassing, but it’s up to you whether or not you want to proceed.” His words were reassuring with no doubt; you felt comfortable with him being your first, it was just a matter of judgment.
“We can keep going…” you shyly mumble, fingers grasping on his tie and pulling him back in for a kiss. Your skin felt cold, goosebumps forming from the anxiety bubbling in your stomach mixed with the fact that it’s actually freezing in the room you’re in at the moment.
Arlert noticed this when he felt your body trembling and your breathing hitch, ailing the tension by pressing soft kisses down your neck, one hand now past your top, cupping your boob under the fabric of your bra. He allowed his hand to squeeze around the swell of your breast, thumb flicking on your nipple.
Gasping, you mewl, “Arlert—“ he hushed you by putting his thumb over your lips. “Drop the formalities. Forget about our positions at least for tonight, okay?” You nod your head yes, hands slipping from under his shirt to frantically removing his buttons from its respective holes to shed Armin off his top. Being distracted enough, you didn’t take note of his hand sliding under your skirt and onto your thigh, finger teasing the cloth covering your pussy.
Shuddering, you squeeze your thighs back together out of instinct, Armin just prying them back open. He went down on his knees, kneeling in front of you while keeping your legs apart, taking a moment to appreciate the fresh view upon him.
The idea that he’s going to be your first drives him insane, more so that he’s not sober. It gives him a sense of possessiveness, the fact that his junior secretary is still a pure virgin. Still, he wanted to make sure you’re getting the best of the best instead of you feeling forced to do something you aren’t up for.
After all, it’s the least he could do. You’ve contributed a lot to the company— his family, and you share a lot of the same qualities which makes you two a great team.
Your panties were definitely soaked and Armin proceeded by pulling them down and tossing it over the headrest of his chair behind you. It felt bizarre that one of the company’s biggest names is kneeling in front of you, half naked and in between your thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You mutter.
“Shouldn’t I be the one asking that? I’m fine, but I need to know if you’re good. As soon as you start to feel… unsettled, let me know and we’ll pretend this never happened.” His tone had a hint of tenderness, but still domineering. Your fingers are curled on the edge of the desk, Armin delicately trailing pecks to your inner thigh and rolling your skirt up to give him more allowance.
The tip of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body as he licked your clit and down the slit of your cunt. You shivered, Armin gazing up and catching you biting your lip to prevent yourself from being too noisy. He chuckles, hands wrapping around the meat of your thighs, “Don’t be shy on me now, I thought you wanted a reward, sweet girl.” At this point, he’s lost all sense of logic, all he wants to see— to hear —now is just you, you, you.
With fingers laced and gripped tighter on his hair, you pushed his face further on you, his lips brushing and nibbling right where you wanted it. “A-Armin—“ You hesitated to cry out his name, yet it’s the only word you can think of.
On the other side of the wall, a dull mixture of music and mumbles of co-workers passing by the room are caught by the ears while Armin slides his tongue in between your folds, hole leaking with arousal.
While you fought to squeeze his head in between your thighs, he’d only push them out and moan, piling onto the sheer heat that you’re experiencing within your pussy. He puckers his lips, pushing two of his fingers in your plush walls. “So sweet…” He reveres, mesmerized to say the least.
Fuck, you were tight, Armin told himself.
He offered his free hand for you to clasp onto to assure that he isn’t hurting you. You grab ahold of it while his fingers stretched you apart, a slight squelch noise painting your cheeks with heat out of embarrassment.
You weren’t going to lie, it did hurt.
Did.
After a few pumps, Armin was able to slip his digits in and out with ease, curling them up when they’re knuckle deep, and it drove you over the edge. It’s different when someone else does it for you, it’s never felt like this when you were experimenting by yourself.
You were practically pulling on his hand, heavy squeezes letting him know that you’re close. With repeated mumbles of his name, you announced, “Armin, Armin, I’m so— hah, god, I think— I think I’m close…” Your whole body was stiff, head shifted back and eyes set on the ceiling as Armin added the tip of his tongue on your clit. He wasn’t rushing you to your orgasm at all, but he’s precise, he knew immediately when he hit your spot and repeatedly arched his fingers in that angle.
Coating his fingers with your slick, you cried in silence, still sober enough to realize that this isn’t your bedroom and there’s people constantly walking back and forth by this room. Armin used his thumb to swipe languid circles on your clit, soothing you of your orgasm, massaging your inner thigh with his other hand, mumbling, “You’re okay, you’re okay… you did so well, love.”
You kept shuddering even as he got up on his feet after being on his knees, tugging on your waist slightly, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a longing kiss, lips gentle and with a slight tinge of your arousal apparent on his taste. Craving for more, you sneak your hand in between his pants to get a feel of the rigid texture against his boxers.
You giggle, pulling away from him. “Mm- you’re hard.”
“I just saw a beautiful woman cum in front of me, who wouldn’t be?” He smiles drunkenly, taking a chunk of your cheek in between his fingers to pinch you.
You could only feel flustered at his comment, not knowing what to say after that — you aren’t particularly used to someone complimenting you in that manner.
In a world where this situation might seem immoral, to you and Armin at this exact moment, it just felt… right.
You give him the green light. “Please… continue.”
His eyes flickered with surprise. “Are you sure you’re ready? It- it doesn’t have to be right now, we can take a rain check-“ Shushing him with your finger, you chuckled for two reasons.
First reason, you decided to verbalize. “Why are you talking as if it’s as simple as a team dinner? You’re so cute, Arlert- I mean- Armin.”
Second reason? This whole thing is just a fling. The most that’ll come of it is just more sexual tension in the workplace and probably awkwardness, but what are the chances of that happening when your personalities won’t allow that to happen?
If this is going to be your way for your feelings to fade into a memory, then you’ll take it. You’ll go to work on Monday pretending like it was just a wet dream, and avoid eye contact with him until you clear your head of it.
But unfortunately for your little innocent head, feelings don’t work like that.
Your reassurance was enough said, he slips his hand into his wallet to search for a condom, which luckily he had one, unbuckles his belt, then pulls his pants down. The lump against the fabric of his boxers seemed as if it was begging for fresh air, you pulled his briefs down to his mid-thighs as he bent over to place kisses on your neck.
His cock was on the lengthier side, tip flushed pink and oozing with pre-cum. You wrap your hand around it with a light squeeze, gliding up and down lazily. He groaned your name right up in your ear, hands traveling all over your body, holding onto you like he’s been longing for this more than you have.
A stroke up, then down, roll your thumb on the tip, and repeat. “Holy shit, oh yeah. Oh god yeah…” Occasional grunts turned into chants of mewls and cries before you swallowed his pleas with your lips. It felt a little empowering to have this much control over your senior, so safe to say that you were eating this up.
He completely submerged himself under your touch, the vanilla scent of his hair vigorating the nerves of your nose. Armin felt weak in the knees the more you teased him by denying him of his release, one twitch oh his cock means your strokes would get twice as slow as prior. He gasps as you parted, “Oh fuck, oh fuck—! baby… please make me cum… please…”
Not like you were planning on teasing him any further, but he came almost straight away, warm cum spurting on your hand and the edge of the desk, in between your thighs. “Fuck… thank you, darling.” He sighs, unwrapping the condom from the packet and slipping it around his cock.
“God, Armin.” You whimpered when he slid his cock up and down your slit, tip bumping against your clit with each slip. Armin’s hand kept your thighs pried as he positioned himself to enter the crown of his cock past your hole.
You nearly screeched, lips parting, fingernails etching onto Armin’s shoulder blades. ”Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll be as slow as you need to.” He captures you by the lips, comforting you as you engulf him whole. Whining into the kiss, his warm hand caressed your tear-stained cheek, thumb swiping away the tear that rolled down your face.
A few inches in and you weren’t moaning into his mouth because of the burning sensation, it became bearable— pleasurable. Armin was being as careful as he could, his chest nearly touching yours as he bottomed you out.
“Ready?”
“Yes…” And with that, he drags his girth out your hole, until it was only his tip stretching you. One slam of his hips and you were forced to choke in your moans, a hand keeping your thighs apart while the other hoists your skirt up your waist. If he could be honest, he wished you weren’t being modest with making noise. In his drunk point-of-view, who would even care that the CEO’s two secretaries are screwing in their office when everyone else is having their own fun outside?
You muttered curses while he drilled into you, his hips not too fast that it was painful, but not too sluggish that you were left bored. Armin pressed soft pecks on your jawline, hand sneaking up and fondling with your breast, nipple in between his fingers.
“Ah- mm— hah- Armin-“ You cry, his free palm wrapping around your ankle and bending it towards you, one knee against your chest. Armin’s face was warm, eyes nearly brimmed with tears to how good your pussy felt.
He groans, grabbing your chin to pull your eyes on him without faltering the speed of hips. “How does it feel having me take your virginity, hm?” He knew how you felt judging by the way your face is making that fucked out expression, drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth, but he wanted to hear it.
Quivering, you whisper as he lets go of your face, “I love it, I love it s’much.”
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Greedy bastard, he totally heard it. Your slick frothed and pooled on the wooden luster of the desk, coating his cock while his balls pressed up against the base of your ass with each thrust.
Your ankle felt a bruising pain with his tight grip, your nails clawing on his back while you raised your voice, feeding into his covetous desires. “Armin—! Fuck, I love it. It’s- it’s so good, baby please.” You’re practically babbling nonsense, words slurred and barely coherent.
With each slam, the desk rumbled, pens and organized documents plummeting off the desk and scattering all over the carpet floor. Your hand went up to cup his face, thumb pressing on his lips and in his mouth. His tongue swirled around your finger, humming while you struggled to keep still.
“Hah- yes, yes… taking me so well,” Armin praises, forehead clashing against yours, hunching himself over to lick your lips open and slip his tongue in. You took a fist full of his hair to pull him closer, your body leaning back until you were laying on the table, legs pulled to rest against his shoulders. Each slam of his cock progressively turned rougher, his thighs slapping on the back of yours as he threw his head back, the evening glow gleaming through the curtains and on his Adam’s apple glossed with sweat.
It’s as if your walls were molded just for him, you were so good, pussy clamping onto his cock like a goddamn champ. Armin mumbles without his hips faltering, “Would it be okay if- if I change it up?”
“Yes— holy, fuck—“ You were folded in half, Armin pushing the back of your thighs. It was getting harder to breathe, but he put you in a position that allowed him to plunge his cock deeper, penetrating your g-spot. Your body is tense, teeth sinking on your bottom lip while Armin kept a tight push on your thighs, his eyes glued to how your creamy cunt stretches nicely for him. Using the tips of your finger to relieve the ache of your clit, you yelped, a stream of liquid spurting out of your hole.
“Fuck… you fucking squirted…” He groans, leaning back down to kiss you as he cums. He lets go of your exhausted legs, hands now cupping and massaging your boobs to help you come down from the intense stimulation. Your breathing stuttered when he pulled out to take his condom off, your lower half feeling numb and limp.
“Thank you, Armin,” You whisper.
“Of course, love.” He chuckles.
You’re aware that it has already begun, you started something you know you shouldn’t have, but nevertheless—
It’s the next morning, Saturday, meaning you’re off.
Eyes slowly snapping open, your brain immediately went into panic mode. You weren’t in your apartment and your body felt like it got hit by a truck. The room you’re in was unfamiliar, it was in the color pearl as opposed to your creme walls and the decor was off too– it’s not suited to your taste. Your eyes wandered to see picture frames on the white oak nightstand of Arlert, Mr. Jaeger, and their family.
Arlert… Mr. Jaeger… wait.
“Good morning.” A voice interrupted your train of thought. It was Arlert, carrying a tray with a bowl of warm soup and a glass of water. Hardly remembering how you ended up here, you just nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed, placing the tray on the nightstand and handing you the glass of water.
You held the cup with both your hands, and took a sip, clearing your throat, then asking, “Um… so how did I end up here? Don’t tell me I went batshit insane and-“
“We slept together.” He cuts you off, the water almost splashing out of the glass as you were taking your second sip.
Those words immediately struck you and you were able to recover some patches of yesterday’s events. Specifically the part where you threw yourself at him.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
This isn’t right, this wasn’t supposed to happen. He’s your co-worker, your work partner. Sure, you have feelings for him but that was supposed to be suppressed.
The silence felt too thick even for Arlert. “I figured you wouldn’t be able to come home by yourself after all that, so I took you to my place. I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable.”
You weren’t angry nor disappointed at him. You felt stupid that you could barely remember the first time you had sex. Your memory is so fogged, you forgot everything past when you kissed him. Plus, he’s the president’s son. If word gets out, you’d be lucky if the company just lets you go quietly. No, rumors will start to spread about how you were just sleeping around to get to your current position. You’ve worked too hard to prove yourself competent, you’re not going to risk everything just for some temporary fun.
Eventually composing yourself, you take your belongings from the lounge chair next to you and slip your shoes on, as hard as they already are to walk on without the ache on your legs. “I’m sorry… uh- can we pretend this never happened?” Maybe you should’ve worded it more nicely.
In a perfect world, it would’ve been nice to entertain the idea of having a relationship with Arlert. He’s smart, handsome, and he’s quite caring once he lets you in his personal bubble.
Armin’s heart sunk, his mouth shaping from a smile to a blank stare. “What do you mean ‘pretend it never happened’?”
“You know… that it was null and void.” You purse your lips, leaving him with that cruel statement while you flee the room with your head hung low.
You couldn’t bear to look at him after saying those harsh words, he didn’t even bother to run after you.
But that’s that, you tell yourself as you hopped in the elevator. Maybe you’ll just take a few days off of work and hope for the best.
You’re aware that there’s no turning back no matter what you say. Nevertheless—
Needless to say that you couldn’t skip work after the weekend that felt like lasted forever. Jaeger will end up interrogating you, and you’d rather not make it obvious that you’re avoiding a certain someone.
Arlert didn’t show any signs of concern, he treated you the same way and gave you your desired space. You did the same, making sure no one will suspect anything, which went on for a few consecutive weeks.
He’d constantly try to approach you after work, but you’d always excuse yourself first and hurry down to your vehicle to get away as soon as possible. You’ve dug yourself a hole by saying you never want anything to do with him again, ashamed of yourself for not remembering what had happened that night.
Even so, fate is always somehow always against your wishes, thus Eren assigned you both to travel for the weekend since his terminally ill grandfather wished for a specific kind of bread only available at a bakery 4 hours away from town. You offered if you could just do the task yourself since it’s just bread, but Jaeger insisted on having Arlert by your side to secure your safety.
Neither of you could refuse, it is Arlert’s grandfather and it’s part of your job to aid him out of respect as he’s the former president.
You drove there right after work, in a separate car from Arlert. The drive was silent besides the mellow jazz from the aux. Your fingers were tight on the steering wheel, barely able to relax the whole way there as you’re about to spend the weekend alone with him.
It was around midnight when you got to the hotel, Jaeger offered to book a room since he has some connections with the owner. Arlert had already arrived, waiting for you in the front, glancing at his watch then up to see you walking to the front steps.
“Would you like dinner first before we check in?” He offers, hand rubbing the back of his head.
“Uh…” you were planning on making some excuse, but your stomach said otherwise.
You’re here for work after all, not for some cheesy romance bullshit.
You grin meekly. “Sure.”
Dinner was quiet, yet uncomfortable. You had it right in the hotel, the menu prices almost got your heart to flat line, but Arlert slipped a company credit card out of his pocket to assure you.
You barely spoke, the only conversation you really had was about the meeting today, nothing outside of work.
The sounds of silverware clanking on the ceramic plates and other people’s chattering filled your ears, soon interrupted when Arlert blurted out, “So um, Eren only booked a one bed-room on accident. I’ll stay on the sofa and you can take the bed.”
You kept silent, acknowledging him by nodding, but for some reason you felt unsatisfied that he’d rather sleep on the couch than share a bed with you, even though it’s clear that he’s respecting your wishes. It’s agitating — enough that you wanted to blurt what you’re feeling right here and now.
“Arlert-“
“It’s okay. ‘Just pretend nothing ever happened’, right? You don’t have to feel like you have to avoid me anymore.” He didn’t even make eye contact, blue eyes latched onto the slab of steak in front of him.
You’ve never felt so conflicted in your life. All the signals in your brain is telling you that it’s best that he’s drawing the line, but something in within you is saying to fuck all of that.
When you finished eating, you got your luggage from your car and went ahead of Arlert to go to the room first. It just happened to be 6 stories high, spacious with a huge king-sized bed, the window overlooking the unfamiliar city.
Placing your bag on the ground, the door behind you opened and it was him.
The quaint pair of glasses sitting gracefully on top of his nose bridge, complexion calm and collected, yet was filled with solitude.
You really couldn’t take having to tighten the lid of your feelings anymore.
It’s over. You know this, but nevertheless—
“Wow the view is nice huh?” He tried initiating small talk, sauntering towards the window. You followed behind, pulling his arm, then pushing him against the cold glass, hands on his wrists. He neither seemed startled nor irritated. Just that same stoic look on his face.
“I’m sorry, Armin… I just- ugh. I don’t remember anything.” You sigh.
“Well, it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
You didn’t have a tight grip on him, but he didn’t retaliate. You continue rambling. “I only remember a little bit of sleeping with you that night, but… but… aghhh! I know how frustrating this is for you, but god this has been killing me for the past week now. I just- I’ve been trying so hard to hide how I really feel about you, but now I just feel like I fucked everything up.”
He chuckles, his thumb rubbing against your cheekbone. “You’re adorable, you know?”
You exhale, “And also… what if everyone else thinks I’m some ladder climbing whore?”
“I won’t let them do that to you, I promise. You’re the smartest, most reliable woman I know, I’ll make sure that’s how everyone else perceives you.” His flattery is tugging on your heartstrings, a slight smile forming on your complexion.
“So did you actually mean what you said earlier about pretending like it never happened?” You frown.
“Let’s make that null and void.” You felt like you were able to breathe again when he finally kissed you, one arm wrapped around your waist to push you against his body and the other on the back of your head.
You stumble towards the bed backwards, unaware of whatever else is happening besides the pair of lips clashing onto yours, breathing heavily through your nose. He quickly pulls away to toss his glasses to the side while you work on tugging his tie off, then undoing the buttons of his linen top.
Armin expertly popped the buttons out of your top and you shimmy your way out of it, leaving the both of you topless. You tripped on the mattress, back landing on the plush surface, Armin pinning you down with both his arms.
“From now on,” He presses a soft kiss on your neck, “I’ll make sure you remember everything.”
While he nibbles on your earlobe, you tease, “I’ll be keeping my expectations up.” You wiggle your way towards the huge headboard, suddenly holding onto Armin’s biceps and swiveling them to make your way on top of him, legs folded on either side of his thighs.
“You sure you can handle it?” He chuckles, face lit with fervor. You unclamp the button of his trousers, sliding them down, leaving him with only his boxers on. A dark splotch of precum was apparent on his underwear, the fat of his boner melding through his boxers.
You palm his clothed cock, cupping and eliciting sharp gasps from him. “Arlert, I wanna suck you off,” Already crawling with one knee in between his legs, he grabbed onto your wrist and paused you.
“Hold on.” He shuffled himself until he was laying on his back, your expression painted with slight confusion. “If you insist, sit on my face while you suck my dick.” His grin showed pure malice, as if he’s been dreaming about your pussy suffocating him.
You’ve seen what he just described in porn you come across on your twitter timeline, except you don’t have the self-confidence to push your whole weight down on someone’s face.
“Um- are you sure? That sounds uncomfortable…” You ponder, hand now grasped beneath the sheets from anxiety. This whole thing is still so new to you, it’s so nerve wracking knowing that someone else is taking the effort to make you feel good.
Armin reassures, reaching his arm out to turn on the table side lamp next to him. “Does it look like I care about that? Come on, let me give you a good time, hm? If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”
There’s no harm in trying. Armin has been so sweet and careful knowing that you don’t have a lot of experience, assuring that you’re receiving the best of the best. And it’s not as if he’s not getting perks of his own. He’s still wondering how no one else has taken you up and given you what you deserved.
First off, you’re pretty. Often clad in a tight white button-up, see through enough to the point where he can see the color of your bra strap if he takes the effort to stare. He also knows the days you alternate between skirts and pants. Not on purpose of course, but he sees you everyday and he’s a meticulous person, it’s easy for him to notice patterns.
It’s perverted, he knows, but he can’t help it. That’s why he’s so nervous whenever you’re around that his hands get sweaty and he frequently has to twist his tie to cool down.
Plus, you’re the dopest person he knows. Ambitious, self-serving, never takes shit from anyone. You also didn’t kiss Eren’s ass to get to your position which isn’t necessarily common in the company where kissing up might as well be part of the job.
So it’s nice to see you under that veil, where you’re so frail and whiny all of a sudden because he’s too fucking big for your unstretched cunt. Where he got to take a picture in his brain of every second of that night– how you look like under your clothes, nipples prickled hard from the breeze of the AC while he fucked your brains out.
You stand on the mattress, carefully pulling your slacks down then curling your finger under your bra strap to slip it off one shoulder, then the other. Your breasts bounced out of its confinements and Armin observed as you knelt and swung your legs so that one would be on each side of his head.
Swallowing hard, you stared at his navy boxers, smeared with precum, the outline of his cock prominent under the fabric. Your thighs were trembling, the air was cold and you felt a pair of eyes piercing its gaze towards the wet splotch apparent on your panties.
Armin took the crotch part of your underwear and pulled it to the side, your pussy already puffy, folds glossed with slick. He grasps your waist and gently pulls you lower, closer to his face, and he sticks his tongue out until the tip bumped your clit.
Meanwhile, you’re shuffling to pull his boxers down, just enough for his cock to spring out, the head swollen and leaking with translucent, thick precum. You wrap your palm around the base, just above his balls, suddenly hissing at Armin teasing your clit. “Fuck, Armin… “ You laughed off the sting of his wet tongue, but you were getting a little frustrated.
And Armin can tell. “Baby, you know I can’t reach you if you don’t sit on my face properly right? Just relax, you have nothing to worry about.” He chuckles, practically lying through his teeth because he knows damn well of what he’s capable of.
Hesitantly, you placed more weight on top of his face as you slid your hand up his cock and rolled your tongue out where a ball of spit coated the head. Your back arched into a firm bow, a response of pain when he sank two of his fingers inside you. “It- it hurts.” A low hiss crept past your lips, just right on the head of his cock.
“Does that mean you want to stop?” Armin was being polite, but him drooling on your cunt shows nothing but pure spite.
Squirming, you whisper. “No… I need more. Stop teasing.” Your ass was aching from your position, mouth practically pressed against the length of his dick. He sighs, his breath fanning against the heat of your cunt. Your bossy attitude provoked a laugh out of him, he thought it was cute.
After chuckling, he jests, “Agh, I guess I can’t deny a pretty girl like you.” Those words wrapped your heart in a warm blanket, it felt so sweet and nourishing even if he meant it sexually.
That feeling didn’t last long however, he was back to licking your pussy, tongue making its work by slipping along the slit while his lips sucked your clit. You whimpered, your mouth around his cock sending vibrations straight to his balls.
You had never given head, but nonetheless you use this opportunity to try things you’ve seen in porn. Caving your cheeks in, you take slow steps in taking more of his cock in your mouth, saliva dripping all over his dick.
Armin noticed what you were trying to do and was ready to stop you in case you gag, but he could feel you getting closer to your orgasm as your legs shook around his head and the louder your moans got. So instead, he encourages you by sticking a third finger in your hole and fucked it in and out while groaning under you. Your throat constricted the more you took of him, up until the tip nearly punched the back of your throat.
Grinding on his face, you were practically seeing stars, more so when Armin curled his fingers inside you, tipping you over the edge. A stream of fluid projectiles past his head and onto the plush pillow. A sharp gasp was emitted from your throat when you pulled away, a twine of saliva connecting your lips and his tip, your hand continuing on jerking him off.
“Fuck, Armin, fuck, you make me so horny, hah…” At this point, you were just spitting out what you had in mind, words that you’d never typically say out loud.
But he took those words to heart.
He grins, voice slightly muted as you rock your hips on his face. “Oh yeah? Can you do that f’me again then?” The wet plump of his lips sucked on your tender clit, his fingers only picking up in pace. You tried your best to pump your hand as fast as you could, your tongue sticking out and teasing his leaking fat cock head.
The topic of sex was something you rather avoided. You enjoyed hearing about your friends’ sex lives but you always thought they were just sugarcoating for bragging points. Watching porn didn’t have that much of an effect either, sometimes you get so turned off when the man is too aggressive or when the woman is moaning too loud.
But with Armin? Your first time felt like a reenactment of a steamy smut scene in those romance novels. He holds onto you, reassures you, and makes sure that you don’t feel belittled because you’re lacking in experience. You always thought that the process of losing your virginity would be painful, but this is only your second time and you're already addicted.
Armin was panting, his body shifting underneath you. “Oh god, oh god, fuck—! Oh—“ He yelps, broken strings of cum spewing out and onto your lips, which you licked off. His cock twitched while your hand faltered in speed.
You weren’t far from cumming yourself, Armin’s fingers were slipping in with ease, the combination of that and his tongue ejecting a mess out of you, a porn-worthy moan bouncing off the walls of the room. Your slick ran on your thighs, Armin still kitten licking your clit, evoking a weak giggle from you. “That’s it… Just like that…” He praises.
Rolling off him and onto the mattress you laid down in disbelief as you were coming down from your high. Armin sat up and plopped beside you, your heads on the foot of the bed. Strands of his blonde hair were stuck on his forehead, chin gleamed with arousal against the city lights from the window view. “Are you tired?” He asks, staring at the blank ceiling.
You turn your body sideways, facing him. “Not really. Are you?” He rolls to the side and positions you so he could hover above you. Hunching down, he goes in for a sweet kiss, the bubbling feeling in your stomach flaring up.
While remaining embraced, arms hooked around his neck to keep his face close, he pulled off, his thumb drawing circles on your cheekbone.
“I want it… I want you.” You mumble, desperation dragging in each syllable of your words. Despite your memory not cooperating, your body was yearning for more.
“Are you sure? I don’t have a condom with me.”
“Can’t you just… pull out?” You raise the question, eyebrows raising in curiosity of his answer.
“Is that really what you want though?” Armin is aware that asking too many questions can turn you away from wanting to continue on any more, but he can’t go on without the assurance that he isn’t forcing you to do something you don’t really want to do.
You nod timidly.
Armin lightens up the mood, chuckling, “Only the second time and you’re already asking for it raw? You’re so ambitious.”
“Only with you.” You laugh along with him, face flushed with heat.
Only with him, you can feel this comfortable with being naked and saying whatever was on your mind. Romance-wise, your relationship with him is still fresh, but the feelings already had a seed in your heart.
“I always liked you, you know.” Armin doesn’t know what the fuck he’s saying and why now, but for some reason he felt that this was the best time to do so.
“Yeah? How so?” You tease, arms still locked around his neck.
“I don’t know, it just happened. Maybe it’s because you’re so cool and you kinda intimidated me.” He confesses, his arms still caging you in between.
“What do you think of me now?” The room was eerily quiet, as if you two were the only ones living on the planet and nothing else mattered.
He ponders, “Still cool… not as intimidating… beautiful…” looking you in the eye, you snuck him in for a heated kiss before he could comprehend what was happening, tongue slipping in between his lips and clashing with his tongue.
Whimpering against your mouth, he was jerking himself off for lubrication, nudging his cock in between your folds quickly before parting from you shortly to pull your panties off completely, tossing it on the floor. He’s sliding in slowly, but it’s difficult when your cunt is sucking him in so good.
It was different this time; you’re taking a mental note of each second of this moment, the stretching burn as his cock dragged along your tight walls, his lips smashed against yours, his choppy breathing in between kisses…
As soon as he was fully inside of you, he placed your ankles against his shoulders and bent down, staring at your pleasured face. Mouth agape and eyes blank, he caressed your cheek with his finger while snapping his hips on yours. Your nails dug on his back, crescent shaped marks engraved on his skin.
“Armin… so deep…” You’re mewling, his cock sinking into your hole, leaving your legs numb as he folded you in half. He only hackled a chuckle; the more you moaned, the more he was encouraged to thrust faster and deeper.
The smack! of your wet cunt against Armin’s balls and the heavy breathing were the only noises in the muted room. Armin was utterly obsessed — obsessed with everything about you. Even the way your teeth ram into your bottom lip because his cock is fucking into you so deliciously is something he wants to replay in his mind over and over.
“You’re so pretty darling, squeezing onto me so well, hah-“ He wasn’t going to lie, he hadn’t planned on doing this tonight; otherwise, maybe he would’ve been more prepared. Armin really doesn’t mind staying in between your legs all night, but god is he fucking addicted on doing you raw. Your throat strained, whines becoming fuller while you spat out sweet nothings about how he’s making you feel so good.
Armin leaned back, observing your boobs bouncing in sync with his thrusts, your hands going up to knead and massage them. He held onto your legs, eyes traveling to your glistening cunt engulfing his dick, reveling in the feeling of his cock rutting into your most sensitive spot.
Reaching forward to squeeze your nipples in between his fingers to rouse you up, you whimpered quietly, “ ‘m so close…” Your eyes were shut, breathing jagged with each rock of his hips.
“God— yes, do it for me, schatzi.” His mother tongue slipped out the more his mind was hazed and could barely keep a lucid thought that wasn’t filthy. Your eyes squeezed shut, body tense when you came, legs twitching and lips muttering his name.
Armin was on the verge of cumming as well, letting go of your legs to pull out, pumping into his fist before forgetting to do so. He came on your tits, long strings of white, translucent cum on your lithe skin as he groaned under his breath. Slumber was running all over your veins, the temptation of sleep taunting you.
He hops off the bed and sits next to your head. “Baby, we should clean up. We have a long day tomorrow.” He pokes your cheek.
You were sore as you followed him to the ivory bathroom, and into the unnecessarily huge glass paned shower. Armin twisted the knob for warm water and he did the honors of washing your body, hands travelling all over you, cupping your breasts although it didn’t feel inherently sexual. He trailed kisses all over the back of your neck and your back as the water ran down your bodies.
Twisting your head, you laced your fingers with his own and you locked your lips against his before whispering, “I like you too.”
Giggles and kisses were shared prior to going back to bed, both of you were too infatuated to figure out that this is way out of your routines and character, considering that this is an HR violation and god forbid if other people find out.
Nevertheless…
There’s no turning back.
schatzi is an endearment term in german according to various sources. literally means treasure, but can be used as ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’.
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𑁍 they walk in on you changing [team guy] 𑁍
team kakashi ver.
gn! reader.
warnings; cursing (I believe I cursed once or twice in here so yeah beware!!
NOT PROOFREAD!!
a/n; what if I make one of these for all the squads🤨⁉️ Its very possible that I might at this point 😭
neji
neji technically didn’t walk in on you…
he saw you changing through the wall 🫣
it was all because of lee’s stupid idea to test the true scope of neji’s byakugan🙄 that kid doesn’t rest man
he wanted to use the village as the training grounds and see how far neji could see to find him
and against all of neji’s protests, guy sensei agreed becuz just like rock lee that man doesn’t rest either😑
anywayz neji has his byakugan activated and his head on a swivel searching for lee
and he just so happens to stroll into your part of the village🙃
and as he looks up at the rooftops of the buildings and stuff his eyes land on you stepping into your room in only a towel
neji tried to tear his eyes away cuz he felt weird for staring but for some reason he couldn’t
it wasn’t until he saw the towel drop that he finally tore his eyes away and ran in the completely opposite direction of your house.
he was red in the face for the rest of the day and his team just couldn’t figure out why😭😭
and they never would becuz he def taking this to the grave
rock lee
as we all know rock lee is very loud😭😭
I mean it’s not his fault!! with the power of youth surging thru his veins he can’t really control his volume!!
but as you can probably imagine when rock lee walked in on you half naked changing out of your ninja gear he just like…… started screaming😭😭
it was silent for about 0.5 seconds when he first walked in because like “wow😧 y/n no clothing🤯” yk
but then he just started screaming in shock
HE JUST DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
and then when you started screaming in shock he screamed even louder😭😭
this went on for like a whole minute before he screamed out an apology and ran out of there🏃🏃
and even tho u’ve told him that it’s fine and u aren’t mad at him he hasn’t made eye contact with u since
tenten
tenten is normal 😌
she doesn’t freak out or start screaming or something like her squad mates and sensei 🙄
she tries her best not to make huge deal out of it lol
it’s not often she walks in on you but when she does it doesn’t become some traumatic experience
like one time you were over at tenten’s house for a sleep over
and she had walked into the room at the same time you were putting on your pajamas 😃
she just wanted to know what movie you wanted watch but she was met with the sight of your bare chest and legs
and you can’t help but smile at the way her face turns pink and the way she quickly covers her eyes✨
tenten is just cute ok you really can’t help it💕
“oh😳. sorry!! I just wanted to know what movie you wanted to watch, I’ll just ask later!!”
she says as she backs out of the room, closing the door behind her hoping that she didn’t scare you or anything
but in the end it’s fine becuz you both just kinda just don’t care about it
it’s not like she hasn’t seen it all before anyways 😉
might guy
see cuz…
neither you or guy know how to react at first😭😭
you’re in shock becuz how the fuck did manz get in there⁉️⁉️
and he’s in shock cuz the most attractive person he knows is n a k e d in front of him‼️‼️
he was so shocked actually that he was absolutely silent 😳
and we all know how out of character that is for him
you end up breaking the silence first and ask him what he was doing there
and he can’t even answer because he’s just frozen in the door with his jaw on the floor and his eyes as wide as dinner plates
all you could do was close the door slowly and hope that he would just forget this ever happened🫠
he doesn’t tho
that moment kinda just rattles around in his brain like that one floating DVD image on the tv
and now he can’t even look at you without his face turning neon pink😭
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Posting Black Butler facts once a day until season 4 is released!
For real this time cuz i realized I’m not actually as tired as i thought, this ones a bit long so its under the cut!
1 more day!
(tho technically 0 in my timezone… this is to make up for my last post!!)
Oops! All Sebastian!
(Excluding Our Ciel) He is the only character to appear on more than one Volume cover (he is on 8 of them).
Yana Toboso uses Sebastian to measure other characters (Ex: 1 Sebastian tall).
His wish, when celebrating Tanabata, was “that the servants don't idle but do their job.”
His age is a secret.
He views humans as grasshoppers.
In early concept stages, he did not have a name, they just called him “the butler”.
He claims to be responsible for the Black death.
Yana Toboso considers him to be the protagonist, but also thinks he is “elite trash” because he lacks shame and moral.
Her and her team also think he is a “muscle brained shithead” apparently.
He was going to stand on a piano and play it with his feet but Toboso wasn’t sure if she could draw that. She says she’s open to adding the scene if the plot calls for it. (I hope it doesn’t, i live in fear of that day)
His last name originates from the Japanese word 見返り (mikaeri) meaning repayment.
His grave in the Manor Murders arc says "To The Memory of Sebastian Michaelis. Died March 1889. May ye be in heaven an hour before the devil knows you're dead."
His schedule is the following:
5:50 A.M. - Getting up, getting dressed
6:00 A.M. - Preparing the master's breakfast, ironing the newspapers, instructing the staff
8:30 A.M. - Waking up the master with "Early Morning Tea," assisting with the morning toilet, serving breakfast
9:30 A.M. - The master's breakfast
10:30 A.M. - Start of the master's daily plan (work, learning, etc.), polishing the silverware, beginning lunch preparations
12:30 A.M. - The master's lunch
2:00 P.M. - Preparations for the afternoon tea
3:30 P.M. - The master's afternoon tea
6:00 P.M. - Preparations for dinner
8:00 P.M. - The master's dinner
9:00 P.M. - Cleaning up the dinner leftovers, polishing the silverware
10:00 P.M. - The master's evening toilette (bathing, getting changed)
11:00 P.M. - Putting him to bed
0:00 P.M. - Locking the rooms, extinguishing the chimney fire, etc., preparations for breakfast
2:00 A.M. - End of work
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Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch
Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?
Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex
Game: what?
Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER
Game: y-yes that's-
Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD
Game: that's what the sex-
Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper
Game: have u ever met a man...?
Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy
Game:...
Me:...
"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"
"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"
"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"
"Damn, children working..."
"I cant remember this part of my castle"
"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"
"Hehe that's what she said"
"That feather had plans"
"Ew look at that hat"
"Damn my dog could've been prettier"
"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"
"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"
"I fucking LOVE Jasper"
"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"
"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"
"He just went 'are u sure?' "
"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "
"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"
"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"
"I'm glad the princess can talk"
"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"
"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"
"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."
"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"
"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"
"Next time..."
"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"
"Hohoho I kissed the man"
"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"
"I love we're holding hands"
"I love Walter"
"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"
Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it
Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all
"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"
"Hell ye I did not"
"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"
"Running with my bois<3"
"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"
"The default is king :/"
"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"
"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"
"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"
"Right, war room"
"Listening in"
"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"
"Oh, same throne at least"
"Ah... here comes the choice"
"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"
"Bye baby :("
"He loves me😭"
"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"
Game: the hero was your dad
Me: what was that?
Game: I said the her-
Me: sounded like the wind
Game: tHE HE-
Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen
Game: u know what? Fuck it.
"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"
"Oh nevermind"
"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"
"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"
"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"
"The seer of the SPIRE???"
"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"
"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"
"I'm such a simp"
"For these terrible men...
"And my queen"
"You guided my MOTHER"
"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"
"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"
"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"
"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"
"Do I get to name my dog?"
"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"
"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"
Walter: did u see that Jasper???
Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud
"Why can't I run"
"Did the queen make these tunnels?"
"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"
"Can I slut around in this game too?"
"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"
"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"
"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"
"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"
"I can make friends by shaking hands"
"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"
"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"
"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"
"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"
"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"
"Dog potion? For what?
"Pink poodle"
"Doberman"
"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"
Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"
"Setter dog potion??? What"
"Five star dog potion...?"
"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"
"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"
"I CAN NAME THE DOG"
"should be something fun-.... hehe"
"Betcha u can guess"
"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"
"Damn, 20coins left"
"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"
"What are those jester shoes"
"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."
"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"
"They better be for me istg"
"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"
"I think a fish is proposing to me"
"Ooo, dye"
"Are all my packages dye?"
"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"
"Bushy hairstyle"
"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"
"Yule costume lmao"
"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"
"Out to explore more!"
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Hi calypso, I love your blog! <3<3
So in your nondualism 101 post, you say: "...those things only exist once you make yourself aware of them and they go away whenever your attention is somewhere else."
Based on the other things you said in the post, there is nothing outside of you to "be aware of," 'awareness' or 'consciousness' or 'imagination' is just a word for our infinite being. I also know that the 3d isn't an indicator for what exists and what doesn't. My question is, can you be subconsciously aware of things existing and is it related to the "3d"? Cuz even though I'm not technically 'aware' of my living room, I can still see it even though it doesn't exist.
“can u subconsciously be aware of things existing”?
theres no différence between your subconscious, 3d, ego, inner imagination, or anything else separate from consciousness. so yes! but it doesn’t mean anything different than if u were aware of it because its right in front of u. unless u decide it is. remember the only thing that actually exist is consciousness. the rest are forms of consciousness that only exist and is real when consciousness (you) takes its form.
“even tho im not technically aware of the living room..”
how could u make this statement without seeing the contradictions? you just typed out the living room therefore you’re aware of the concept/idea of the living room so it exist!
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Whats crazy tahar rahim is actually a great actor he plays the villan in madame web ezekiel, hes really good in the 2009 film the prophet but you can tell madame web went through so many rewrites, reshoots and had problems with post production. It sounded like tahar rahim did all his dialogue in adr, I dont understand the accent he gave him b/c he speaks flawless english. Like to make tahar rahim look like bad actor is testemnet to how bad madame web was. Also everything ezekiel says sounds like he wasnt even in the same room with the other actors its incredibly jarring added with horrible lip synching and sound mixing, how sony released this film in that state is mind boggling, I mean it would still be a bad movie regardless but delaying the film would have at least given the film more time in post production to clean out some of the very fixable technical issues in the movie, and for them to make the necessary edits. This is just pathetic to release what looks like an unfinished movie. As much as the actors look uninterested and monotone throughout I cant blame them b/c sony rushed this out and the lack overall quality of the film is horrendous . I feel bad b/c people are gonna criticize the behind the scenes folks when the issue and culprit is sony for rushing this film out.
Yea girl, that's what I heard after I came from the movie. I came online immediately after and I read that SUPPOSEDLY the villain (Ezekiel) did his voice work AFTER everything had been filmed.
No wonder! I kept asking myself, "is he even talking to the people in the room?" Rofl 🤣 😂 It seriously sounded like he was just reading his lines. Like, he didn't even TRY. NOW I know why! I heard that supposedly Sony had to change the entire plot (and maybe his dialog?) when they switched from having the film linked to Tom's Peter Parker/Spider-man. You can tell it was supposed to be linked too, cuz they even have a "Ben Parker" in the film, and his sister-in-law (played by Emma Roberts in the film) is pregnant with (I'm assuming) with baby Peter. 👀
So yea girl, this film was just a crazy mess. 🤦🏾♀️
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Twst Characters as Music Artists
Riddle: Little Tart
Idk piano music? Asian traumacore (like me!) so maybe he just does piano covers.
Ace picked his name and now he doesnt know how to change it.
It is technically perfect but a soulless perfomance. Sucks to suck kid
Trey: Muffin Man
He is too busy to make music but someone sampled him for an audio clip and named him That as credit. A double betrayal.
alternatively cooking by the book remix ft lil jon vibes but only posts it once, and in a weird stress frenzy.
no he will Not talk about it tyvm
Deuce: 2euce
garageband beat maker, he wanted to do a fun play on his name but ace just calls him Two-ce. deuce does not like this.
Ace: DJ Ace
he doesnt even dj
Cater: Di4mond
lofi beats to shit and piss to
posts guitar covers, really giving softboy, genuinely pretty good but like kind of hates his music.
he is the person who inspired two-ce
Leona: King’s Roar
leona could not be assed to use his creativity to make a name so he looked as his unique magic like. yeah ok.
idk why but i can feel in my soul he could produce some FIRE beats, maybe even like put in joke sound samples of other people but remixes them in a way that sounds fucking good. he only posts like once every 6 months to a year but everyone gets real excited like BITCH I THOUGHT U DIED!!! nah, he was nappin.
he also does not read or respond to comments. he has a vague awareness his music is popular but also does not care. if u bring it up tho he's gonna be real smug about it. fucking asshole.
Jack: Unleash Beats
i could sit here and say i think jack was inspired by leona to play on is UM for a name but honestly i just thought it was so funny i almost crapped my pants.
maybe he raps if he doesnt cringe himself out.
Ruggie: RUGGIE
this is a classic man, no need to get weird he is ruggie and he knows it. actually might have gone by ruggie b on soundcloud, all lowercase, but leona let him be on one of his tracks, promptly forgot the name he used and couldnt be assed to check. typed RUGGIE in caps cuz thats deadass who he is. the song he did with leona was so popular he had to rebrand to keep the hype.
good at freestyle, more rnb vibes
Jade: Nothing (nothing is also not his name)
ok so you know AZARI???? that person with the viral and rather slappin' tunes and has no channel name and no video titles??? its just blank? thats jade. i dont want to imagine what sounds this monster produces but im going to say some words and let you fill in the rest in some lovecraftian horror
contra bass
5 amps
distortion
floyd walking in on him
a car crash
quits after like 3 songs he just wanted to see what would happen, step 293 in his 109283 step plan.
Azul: Over The Sea
idk more piano. chill lounge beats to extort innocents to
floyd's outdoor fit is azul merch
azul did force him to wear it
this means azul's merch is an ajuma visor. pop off king!
Floyd: beneath the waves
u know yuno miles? composer of such hits like dookie on my shoe and lay an EGG? floyd makes That.
someone invites him on stage to freestyle as a joke and he pulls the best freestyle rap you have ever seen. it is so fire the room starts smoking. did we order a fog machine? no? well shit. someone asks him to do it again and he says 'nah'
Kalim: The Sultan. Son of Song
i know he can sing but my mind says vegetales
someone pitches the name to him and hes like haha sounds cool! not slavemastercore at all :D (dont come for me)
Jamil: Viper
another lad who cannot be assed, but viper sounds cool so he wins this round.
makes the most angry diss tracks while making eye contact with kalim. kalim cheers.
Vil: Vil Schoenheit
he is boring and professional and it is the name listed in the credits for his next musical production.
Epel: Big Apple
im sorry about ur name epel
very angry. why is everyone is so angry.
Rook: The Hunter
leans into the french thing. uncomfortable sexual lyrics. not uncomfortably sexual, but like. uncomfortable and also sexual.
"I could smell you from across the room
The smell of your sweet perfume
Your body covered in white lace
Compels me to take chase, la chasse" (lyrics by @twsty-mad)
Idia: Gl00my Samurai
steve aoki
will mix orchestral soundtracks into his edm for optimal gaming experience
yes i did rip his gaming handle. i think for all he is people avoidant he would like people to recognize his prowess as an artist of game And song
Ortho: Soundboard
is how idia makes music
Malleus: m.d.
leonacore in that he doesnt post often but when it hits it hits. dark melancholy rap vibes.
uses his initials like when he signed off that christmas card
maybe even has a song about that and how he keeps waiting for a reply. add a return address next time
literally No information about him online, gives off mysterious anonymous vibes. who is he! does anyone know his alt accounts! no fool. he doesnt have any. he doesnt even have twitter. i think he is happier for this.
Sebek: Retainer to the Prince of Briar Valley
this man will not relax.
raps but really bad.
classified as screamo on decibel alone
Silver: silver lining
lofi music you can wake up to
"please god let it work this time"
it doesnt
Lilia: D.I.L.F.
Destroy Invalidate Lie and an F or SOMETHING that stands for dilf that isnt dilf just to stress his son out.
gaslight gatekeep girlboss but like idk edgy
makes death metal bagpipe music to surprise to (edited)
Made w/ @twsty-mad
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst headcanons#crack#riddle rosehearts#trey clover#ace trappola#deuce spa#cater diamond#leona kingscholar#jack howl#ruggie bucchi#jade leech#floyd leech#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#sebek zigvolt#silver twst#lilia vanrouge
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Hey hey ^^ TUMBLR just showed me your scp character. And I like the design. Can you drop some facts about this character? Anything you like, I'm always interested in other peoples stuff :3
Oh dear. Anon, I'm sorry in advance. SCP is a special interest and I'm about to dump so much info on ya.
Buckle up, cuz I'm feral. I love this dude. Omg
Me rn
Anyways, this lil dude, SCP-7167. Poor guy eats memories. Kinda. Technically he takes memories from people and stores them in his own head. (Yes this includes the emotions along with the memory) He can also create false memories for the person he steals from, and the longer they hang around him the more "true" those memories feel. He wears a little owl necklace that is dubbed SCP-7167-2 because it almost completely nullifies his anomalous abilities.
Poor guy is stuck chilling in his pretty bare containment chamber, with just a bed and dresser at first, but they did eventually give him a sketchbook to doodle in. (Feel free to ask for doodles from him)
For the most part he's cooperative with any tests done on him, since luckily they don't cause physical harm.
I'm still working on the transition form between human and monster, but uh, he gets real big. Like. REALLY big. (I'm debating on his memory effect being easier/stronger in this form)
I uh, may also be drafting an article for him to put in the wiki, so have at thee the description
Item #: SCP-7167
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: The containment chamber for SCP-7167 is a 10x10 room outfitted with a bed, and a small dresser with clothes. The entrance to the chamber is a heavy metal door outfitted with a heavy lock. One guard is to be stationed outside the door at all times. SCP-7167 is to be given 2 meals a day, as it has shown disinterest in eating in the mornings.
Description: SCP-7167 is a caucasian human male in appearance, standing at 168 centimeters tall. It has shoulder length wavy dark hair that is partially pulled back, pale eyes, and what appears to be a tattoo running down the length of its spine.
SCP-7167 has shown the ability to increase its height up to ██ feet tall. It has been recorded that as its height increases, other physical attributes change. The most noticeable changes are at the extremities. It's hands and feet gain a dark grey color, as well as claws protruding from all digits. Spine-like growths appear on its spine, in line with the tattoo markings. The coloring in SCP-7167's eyes fully disappears, leaving the eyes an empty white.
The entity has shown the ability to act as an amnestic of sort, being able to remove select memories from its victim. The means of how this is achieved is unknown, however it has been observed that SCP-7167 will hold its victims face and stare into their eyes. Memories that have been requested for removal will be gone after this interaction.
After extensive tests, it was discovered that SCP-7167 is able to alter and replace memories with false ones. Testing has shown that prolonged exposure to SCP-7167 causes these false memories to be more convincing. After a 12 hour period of exposure, these memories are believed to be fully true by the victim of SCP-7167 Due to this, the security personnel assigned to it's containment chamber must be rotated every 5 hours. This rotation, combined with SCP-7167-2 (described below) allow for secure containment of SCP-7167.
It is required to wear a necklace, labelled scp-7167-2, which lessens the effects of SCP-7167 to almost nothing. SCP-7167-2 is a necklace consisting of a fabric cord with a small owl carved out of malachite hanging on it. It has also been observed that this necklace prevents its physical changes as well.
Anyways, thanks for coming to my Ted talk
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Haruka's cringe compilation also includes him seeing Ene, probably thinking she looks very pretty, but instead of rekindling his high school romance he's living through the worst adaptation of "new phone who dis" ever conceived by man or snake
LMAOOO please and in that point in time haruka also technically spent a lot of time watching konoha try to get hibiya and hiyori out of the timeloop for god knows how long. we dont talk abt this enough. haruka can see everything konoha sees so like... erm. bitch also saw these kids getting killed over and over. lol! (descent into insanity complete as i think abt haruka and hibihiyo dynamic post str)
so like. last haruka saw of takane was her dead body, he had no reason to NOT think she wasn't in a similar state as him. like in some limbo place. bc tbh does haruka even know where he is... and from watching everything thru konoha he might know as much as kenjirou being a danger but that's it. cuz we don't know if he ever explicitly did anything to reveal in front of konoha that he is not Really kenjirou. ofc there are the hcs that the people inside the daze move freely and can see each other but personally i never interpreted it like this. i like the hc theyre all alone bc makes for better post str angst and i like the idea that ayano CAN do this but doesn't because she is too upset she could not save haruka and takane and is too ashamed to face haruka. and also something something self punishment i dont deserve to hang out with my friend and receive updates from what he can see with awakening eyes (but doesnt stop to think it'd be nice for haruka to have someone). i think ayano probably shows up to haruka at least once Largely based on his line in the eighth novel when she appears. he says "she was always unannounced" or something like that and yeah maybe he meant back then when they were alive ayano had always been kind of sudden and unexpected idk lol but i like to interpret it as in ayano suddenly showing up in haruka's daze like. hi. (cries a lil bit then immediately leaves)
ERM. SORRY I GOT SIDETRACKED. LIKE ALWAYS. i think haruka Knows where he is bc ayano told him, but it's also so appealing to me that he's just confused the whole 2 years (plus the 10 years it feels he's watching hibiya and hiyori die) cuz. heh. angst. but yeah i think he'd know but not much (until konoha meets the dan yknow)
ANYWAYS YEAH my point was he just went through all that, been alone for 2 years plus all the time worth in the hibihiyo timeloop and finally. HE GETS TO SEE TAKANE. except he is not really himself and konoha is just making her freak out and cry and haruka's just having a mental breakdown bc he's been in this place for so damn long where he cant feel tired or sleep or eat and he is just laying there in a room perfectly designed to fit his worst nightmare like he is by all means dead but alive enough to be tortured like this lolllll and now he gets to see the person he's been begging to see all this time like YOU KNOW in the third novel the first konohas state of the world chapter he says "if i had a final wish i would reach out to that girl who used to yell at me all the time" (insanity) like i truly think the i want to see you takane bit from the anime is from there. anyways. the fact that line happens while konoha is actively trying to stop the timeloop for hibiya and hiyori AUGGHH
um. yeah he gets to see her again. but all his other self is doing is making her cry lmaooo
but also i think haruka is rly touched that takane refuses to see konoha as him and calls him a fake LOL bc haruka hates konoha bc it acts so much like him, clueless to those around him and just being a burden but takane refuses to see it as haruka because it's NOT haruka like she knew immediately it wasn't him. and maybe from takane's pov its just her in denial of haruka having his memories erased but still she was right, it wasnt haruka in his body. and i think he would be so touched abt this (which is why he's so desperate for her company post str not only for obvious reasons like he loves takane and he was alone for god knows how long inside the daze but ALSO BECAUSE.. everyone else became great friends with konoha and he feels so bad replacing it and fears the dan resents him hehehehehfhejdjjdjfiekdkoeoeo
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Reassurance [Fic]
Me when I got (technically back) into wrestling: I'm not gonna write fanfic for this, most likely...
Me Now, lost in The Zowens Saga sauce: *writes this* Confound these Canadians, they drive me to feel and need to vent those feelings creatively!
KInda had to give myself some Zowens hurt/comfort after last SmackDown/the pessimism vibes setting in. Enjoy. (And sorry if I don't get their voices 100% its my first attempt at writing them like this.)
Summary: After The KO Show went awry, Kevin and Sami need to touch base on what they're gonna do going forward.
Sami knew by the time they got to the hotel room that something was up.
He had his suspicions on the car ride back from that night's SmackDown. Every time Sami tried to start a conversation, Kevin answered in a blunt, quick way. Like his mind was only on the road and elsewhere. Sami initially didn't pry, for the sake of his friend's space.
But then Kevin sighed when they entered the room and aggressively threw his hoodie onto the bed. Yep, something is definitely eating at him, Sami thought.
And if Sami was gonna continue to enjoy what he'd heard the others call their "honeymoon phase" and not have to crash alone again, he had to be persistent as usual.
(Yes, he COULD crash with Cody, who always offered. But after hearing The American Nightmare talk in his sleep too much the one time he did, Sami always politely declined.)
"Alright, what's up?" Sami said as Kevin sat down on the bed.
"Nothing, it's stupid."
"Come on, Kev. Not talking is what got us in this mess in the first place."
Kevin didn't say a word.
Sami started pacing. "Hey, if it's about the entrance thing, I'm sorry. We can do it your way next–"
"Did we rush into this, Sami?" Kevin said, not making eye contact and stopping Sami dead in his tracks.
"What?"
"Tagging together. Did we rush into it? I mean, we haven't even had a tag match together in years and here we are, taking on the longest reigning champs next week at freaking WrestleMania. And if we weren't bickering over something as stupid as our entrances, we might not have had time to get blindsided by the freaking Usos!" Kevin pounded the bed and groaned in frustration.
"Kevin..." Sami said, gently sitting down beside him. "Tonight was just a rough patch. I mean, obviously we've still got stuff to work out. It's just like ring rust. We'll just do what you've always done: keep fighting and it'll work itself out. We'll be back in the swing of it in no time and we're gonna win." He added, ignoring they had a week/two shows to go before WrestleMania.
Kevin sighed. "I'm just...terrified I'm gonna lose you, again. Like you're gonna get caught up in all the love you're getting and leave me, again. Or I'm gonna get pissed for some reason and betray you again and regret it later but now I have to double down cuz it's too late, and–"
Sami grabbed Kevin's hand, stilling him this time. "Kevin, you're not gonna lose me..." He sighed. "Maybe I am getting a little carried away, though..."
"You're a pair of sunglasses, wild clothes, and an annoying laugh away from being Seth Rollins at his worst." Kevin teased.
Sami laughed. "Aren't you guys kinda friends again?"
Kevin smirked. "Doesn't mean I can't call him out for being a douche sometimes." Kevin leaned back. "His theme song is catchy, though." Sami then caught him mumble "Maybe I need to get one you can sing, too..."
Oh.
Sami turned to Kevin, "Hey, you get a lot of love, too. And honestly, why wouldn't you? You're insane in the ring and fire on the mic. And come on, have you seen what you've pulled off over the past year? You dragged freaking Stone Cold out of retirement to main event last year's first night of Mania, and fought tooth and nail with Seth Rollins to keep that spot! You tore Theory a new one with that one promo! You were one of the only people smart enough to see that Ezekiel was clearly Elias!"
"Aha! So you admit I was right about it!"
"You made compelling points in hindsight. Anyway, you took on The Bloodline single-handedly for like–forever! Hell, if I wasn't an idiot, you would have had Roman at WarGames."
"You aren't an idiot–"
"And you freaking had him at the Rumble, too! You should've won! AND YOU EVEN LAID OUT SOLO THAT ONE TIME THAT SHOULD'VE COUNTED BEFORE THAT! And...you didn't give up on me for the longest time..." Sami looked down. "And that's just some stuff from this year. Hell, if I start going further back, I could go on and on about the rest of your career," he chuckled before meeting Kevin's gaze again.
"You know how you said you've been my biggest fan for twenty years? Well, I've been your biggest fan for twenty years. And there's no one I'd ever want to be in that ring with me–let alone in my corner or holding those tag titles up–than you, Kevin. I meant it when I said I love you."
Kevin looked stunned. "...You're serious about this, aren't you? You're really sure?"
Sami cupped his face. "Does this seem unsure to you?" Sami said, leaning towards him in a way that was slow enough for Kevin to realize what was happening and pull away if he wanted, but fast enough to not ruin the moment with awkwardness when Sami's lips finally met Kevin's.
Given the way Sami felt KO's hands settle onto his sides, it was clear Sami had his permission to kiss him and kiss him hard.
Sami pulled away, looking into Kevin's eyes with all the love in the world as he rested his forehead against his and stroked his cheeks with his thumb. "Did that clear things up for you?"
Kevin looked almost a little flustered. He shook his head then smirked. "I dunno, you may have to run that last part by me again, Sami."
Sami laughed. "I'll run it by you as many times as you need."
"Good," Kevin said, "cuz I might have some things to run by you, too."
"I'm listening intently."
Pulling each other close, the tag partners began the next of many kisses that night, Sami throwing his arms around Kevin's neck as he leaned him back against the bed.
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soldier just came over. he was very cute and sweet on tinder, i invited him over, he was technically on a shift but its a 24 hr shift so i guess you can get away with dipping for an hour or two? anyway, he comes over, im very attracted to him, he's handsome and taller than me. we talk a little, he lays down on my bed, eventually i lay next to him, kissing occurs, after kissing and feeling for a bit he's looking at my face and says "what?" and i say "i am bad at intuiting what other people want me to do" and he says "what do you want to do" and i say "i like being told what to do" and then he just like, silently takes charge, gets on top of me, kisses me a bunch, eventually takes his dick and has me touch it (his dick is oddly narrow, probably about average length), then has me suck his dick, he says "i want you" and in a bit flips me over and puts his dick in me.
early in the day i had put some of the soothing cream on there cuz it hurt a little bit, and he just went in...with that. no other lube. no condom. i probably should have like said them? imprudent not to use a condom for anal sex. also i should have asked for lube. anyway he came inside me. getting fucked was...fun, i think. i had cum, or precum, on my legs afterwards. it hurt a lot but the narrowness of his dick helped i think. it was by no means nonconsensual but i really wish more of these dudes would ask like "you want me to fuck you?" beforehand. it doesnt have to be a whole elaborate consent negotiation! just ask! you can ask in a sexy way! it hot if i say yes! obviously i should say no if im not actively wanting to get fucked. but im prone to indecision
anyway. after he fucked me he told me about his life. he noticed the stuff on his wall and mentioned he hadnt got to have a real room of his own in a long time. when he was 15 his mom kicked him out, he lived in his car for 4 years, then he joined the military. he joined the infantry, he's been a sergeant of some sort for 7 years, a staff sergeant for 5. hes been in 9 years, apparently he's out in 2 more years. he had two kids as a teenager so now he pays child support, i guess he doesnt know them. he has a tesla and a motorcycle. he has a tattoo representing his several dead friends. he said being infantry is about walking as far as you can and then shooting when you get there. he said he's "not a mass murderer" though. hes definitely been deployed though. maybe killed people.
its so cringe being attracted to military dudes but like. theyre masculine, and well kept, and muscular, and tragic
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This post is literally just word vomit/journal style of my thoughts, go head & scroll. It probably won’t be useful to you, lol.
Hopefully I get some me time tomorrow. Finally got a date night tonight for the first time in weeks. Thankful for that. Found some shelving that will help with the lack of storage in our bathroom.. A cute little hanger for the keys. & a cute little clear tote for my crystals. I’ve been working hard on decluttering still.
Side note though: been having issues with my left leg. Had trouble with it cramping and then just feeling sore but then also today my knee kinda went out on me.. that was not fun.
Ran into my dad & his gf on their date night & as we were about to leave she caught a fish! That was pretty neat. 🎣
Anyways, overall quite a good day. Hit a few garage sales in the morning with the kiddos. Got little storage ottomans for the living room (or maybe Zk’s room? Not sure). Went to target & got cat food, dog food, and the baskets for the new organizers we have coming.
Found a couple good books at goodwill too.
I am aware it’s ironic to be mentioning yard saling & shopping while decluttering. However, I figure I will never be able to build the muscles I need to without excercsiing them. Meaning, when I am out garage saling and I see that oh so cute thing that I feel like I can’t live without but I
- realize I already have one
- don’t actually need it
- have no place to put it.
- have something else that can do the same thing.
- feel like I need to get it bc it’s a cheap price.
Etc. I can walk myself through the process.
Hence; the things that I bought today for the most part were simply things that were useful.
- new storage bins for the kids clothes bc their plastic dressers are not ideal & not working.
-storage ottomans, for the loose blankets and odds and ends in the living room.
- storage basket things I can hang in the bathroom bc there is literally basically Nowhere to put anything. & my toddler will go for the toilet paper the moment she is given the opportunity.
-a new water bottle bc the one I had keeps on going crazy and shooting water out and also won’t lock into place anymore.
- a little rake and garden shovel. Bc we don’t have gardening tools & need to dig up weeds etc.
- admittedly we did let the kids get a few inexpensive toys as well.
- I got a swimsuit bc my other one doesn’t fit great (esp cuz I’m 30 weeks pregnant hahaha)
- hubby got an Xbox at a sale bc his broke. Came with 2 controllers too, so that’s cool.
- conditioner bc I was completely out.
- hubby got a griz helmet replica (this one I can’t super justify other than he just wanted it)
And so like yeah. Normally I am quick to buy whatever. But there were things today I thought Oh! So cute, I want. And then when I backpedaled I was like -you don’t need this, you’ve nowhere to put it.
I guess I technically did buy 1 thing I don’t really “need” and that was this 3 piece Rae Dunn set for $5. I’ve always wanted to buy something like that Rae Dunn but when I see the prices I’m like no; I can’t. So I let myself splurge.
Anyway, I was proud bc I didn’t bring home any unneeded clothes or shoes. Or anything of that nature. I also didn’t even look at the toys in the thrift store bc I know my kids have PLENTY.
I decluttered my sons bottoms today. I also nearly filled another diaper box with stuff to go. :)
So I am trying to practice the whole “one in and one out rule” too. So the water bottle that sucks now is on its way out. Idk, I’m excited I’ve been doing really well.
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