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starlitmark · 1 year

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Summary: San thought he would have the upper hand here; you prove him otherwise. Pairing: switch!San x switch fem!reader Tropes: spring break au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: dom-sub undertones, choking, edging, begging Word Count: 1,229

Chapter 2: Bikinis & Bathhouses ៚ WITT Masterlist ៚ Chapter 4: A little pain never killed anyone.

Originally, San was going to stay back at the local beach with Mingyu and Youngkyun today. Jaehyun managed to convince him to come to the nearby city instead. He didn’t know what there was to do around here. He just let Mingyu choose the location and everything; he was getting a nice vacation at less than a full trip would cost on his own. Even when he and Jaehyun got to the club, he knew he had no intent on getting any alcohol in his system. People-watching could be just as fun as being in the moment and not remembering it the next day.

That’s when he saw you sitting in the corner of the room doing the same exact thing that he was planning on doing. After weighing the options, he abandoned his friend and sat with you.

“Can I help you?” you scoff.

“If you really want to, sure.” he teases back, “What has you people-watching instead of enjoying yourself?”

You shrug, “Sometimes being drunk isn’t as fun as you think. You?”

“Same reason, I guess. You live here, on the island?”

“Yeah, I moved here a few years ago. Island life is a lot simpler than the busy city. I’m a bartender here. It makes things a lot easier, especially with my apartment upstairs.”

San nods and starts looking out at the crowd. Most people are severely drunk already despite it barely being mid-afternoon. He can see your eyes on him out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t say anything; instead, he observes the small club. He manages to find his older friend in the crowd. It’s amusing just how social Jaehyun can be while also being one of the least social people in their friend group. After a few moments, he finally caves and lets his impulsive thoughts win.

“Wanna ditch this place and give me an apartment tour?”

“Big talk for someone who doesn’t even know my name.” you tease.

“You don’t mine either, but here we are.” he chuckles, placing a hand on your thigh, “I’m San.”

You tell him your name and take his hand off your thigh. You hold his hand and stand to guide him towards the stairway beside the bar toward your apartment. The moment you punch in the code to your home, San has you pressed up against a bookshelf in your entryway. You look at him with lusty eyes. You lean in, ready to kiss him, but he pulls just far enough away that he’s out of reach and smirks at you.

“You want something, pretty?” he asks, voice laced with lust.

“Kiss me.” you breathe out.

San leans in and kisses you with as much passion as he can muster up, “Care to show me your bedroom first?”

You nod against his lips and push forward to guide him. All while you’re still in the wraps of a heady kiss. You’re surprised you don’t walk into something on your way down the short hallway. Your back ends up against your bedroom door, San’s kisses now trailing down your neck. He reaches next to your hip and opens the door. His hands then find purchase on your waist to guide you to your bed.

You find yourself lying on your back with San on top of you. His hips are flush against yours. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans. You’re so ready for him to fuck you. He seems to want to take his time, though. You know he thinks he’s in charge here, but that’s simply not the case. You move your hands up his torso in the guise of wrapping them around his shoulders. Instead, you grab a handful of his hair, pull him back from your throat, and close your legs around him, flipping him over, so you’re seated in his lap.

“Did you think I was gonna go down that easy, pretty boy?” you giggle with a slightly sadistic tone.

He just whimpers in response and bucks his hips up into you. You let your hand fall down around his throat. It just rests there for a moment while you gauge how comfortable he is right now.

“Are you okay if I choke you a bit? Maybe edge you too?” he nods, “Use your words.” you clarify, rolling your hips slightly.

“I’d like that.” he practically whimpers.

“Good boy,” you smirk, “undress for me, then we can have some proper fun.”

You’ve never seen someone strip so quickly and get back to their spot on your bed. You take your time getting your clothes off. You can hear San trying to swallow whines, hoping you move faster, even slightly. When you do get back to your bed, you sit between his legs and gently run your nails along his thigh. You eventually bring your hand to his painfully hard member. The moan he lets out is beyond pornographic. It sends a rush through your body. Your hand strokes him slowly, almost too slow if you ask him. San throws a hand over his eyes, and that’s when you finally move.

“Don’t you dare cover your eyes. Look at me.” you demand.

Your free hand moves his arm away from his face. He looks absolutely debauched despite having only jerked him off a little bit. He furrows his eyebrows slightly and whimpers again when you pay extra attention to his tip. The hand that had been occupied by his arm now shifts down to his throat and gently squeezes around it.

He tries to thrust up into your hand again, and you just chuckle at him. His breaths grow shallow and labored. You hardly have to do any work. He’s thrusting up into your hand, chasing any pleasure you allow him.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” he moans. You take your hand away from his cock completely, “no, no, no, wanna cum.” he whines, “Please let me cum.”

“I told you that I’d edge you, pretty boy. Be patient for me.” you remind him. You tighten your grip around his throat, and his eyes roll back slightly at the pressure, “Now, are you ready for me to touch you again?”

He nods vigorously and lets out different pleading statements. You wrap your hand around his shaft again and move at a fast pace. He moans loud enough that you worry that people downstairs may hear you. It doesn’t take long for him to get close again and when he warns you about his impending high you give him the permission he so desperately wants. He jerks under you as he cums. You keep your same fast pace that he claims is too much but also wants more of.

When he slowly comes back to you, he’s panting. He smiles a goofy kind of sideways smile that makes your heart flutter slightly. He seems completely unbothered by the cum across his torso. Just as you assume he’s going to ask your permission to fuck you, he throws a curve ball at you. He lunges forward, making you fall back onto the bed again. He presses his torso against yours and kisses along your neck. The feeling of his cum now on your skin feels odd but not unwelcomed in this situation.

“Time for me to return the favor, pretty.” he nearly growls in your ear, “Hope you can handle it.”

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mothgodofchaos · 3 months

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Terms & Conditions

This one was cute to write, and it felt good to write again. It was requested that I write a bit of Google, so ask and ye shall receive.

Googliplier x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 757

“Human, I have observed that it is past your scheduled evening recharging hour. If your charging period does not start soon, your battery will not be sufficiently filled.” “I’m busy, it’ll be fine.” Google frowns at you, glaring you down as you don’t listen to him.

“Am I not programmed to maintain your natural routines and keep the maintenance of the house up to standard?”

“Of course you are, but I have to finish writing this or else I’m fucked tomorrow.” “I do not understand how your writing pertains to intercourse.”

His comment takes you off guard, blinking for a few moments before brushing it off and continuing your work. Your music floats over his mechanical whine, getting louder as he moves to loom over you. He places his hands on the back of your chair, watching you work for a few moments.

“Nothing I am reading is rated important enough to delay your recharging period.”

“Okay one: rude. And two: I have to have this ready to present tomorrow.”

“And if you don’t?”

His question makes you think for a moment, as you begin proofreading what sits in front of you. From your writing, you notice that you’ve already gone past the word count limit, and it’s beginning to spiral into barely coherent sentences. You sigh, your head falling into your hands out of exasperation. “It’s… fine. Perfectly fine.”

“My lie detector says-” “Peachy! Doing perfectly peachy!”

There’s a long period of silence from your android before you’re unceremoniously scooped up into his arms, alarming you.

“Wh- HEY!”

“It is in the terms and conditions of my purchase that I can use force to maintain the work and stasis I was purchased to keep.”

“Well I- didn’t read that…”

“Then I suggest that you begin to give into your exhaustive state.”

You pout at Google, crossing your arms as he carries you from your office to your bed. After being carefully set down, he watches you to start on your night routine. You just stare up at him, continuing to pout.

“Prolonging the period that you are spending awake is not punishing anyone other than yourself.”

“I did not buy you just so you can give me a bedtime!”

“I will once again point out that it was in my terms and conditions.”

“UGH.”

He continues to stand there, waiting on you before going and getting your things himself, setting them in your lap. You groan, making him turn around as you change, and then finish getting ready in the bathroom. Once finished, you plop down on your bed again, glaring him down.

“And what’s to stop me from just getting up and doing stuff once you’re in your capsule. Hmm?”

You can tell he’s processing what you’re saying as his frown deepens, and his whirr gets louder again.

“I have an effective solution.”

Google lifts you up and puts you under the covers. Once tucked in, he moves over to his charging capsule and pulls out a long extension cord, plugging it into his side. What you weren’t expecting next, is him laying on top of you, wrapping his arms under you to keep you in place.

“Is this sufficient to keep you in place? A full night’s rest is required.”

“Y-Yes…”

He huffs, laying his head down on your chest and settles in. You hesitate for a moment, before running your fingers through his hair. For the first time, you see him relax a bit, which makes you a little smug.

“I didn’t know you liked this, Googs.”

“What I enjoy is irrelevant to my work.”

“Maybe it’s in my terms and conditions to make sure you’re happy.”

“Those have been unavailable to me.”

“So you didn’t read them~?”

Google’s head pops up, and his electric blue eyes shoot daggers at you. But you don’t do anything more than just smile, continuing to play with his hair. His grumbles are cute, closing his eyes and leaning into your hands more. You take off his glasses, setting them aside and kiss his forehead. His eyes widen, and his cheeks flush blue.

“Does that breach your terms of service?”

“...no…”

“Good! Now, if I have to sleep, you do too!”

“...if that is what you wish.”

He snuggles back in, now letting himself enjoy the affection you give him. He’s much more comfortable as a weighted blanket than you would have predicted. You assume the padding around his mechanical structure is thick enough to cushion the sharp edges.

“Good night, Googs.”

“Have a good recharge, spark.”

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f1tyreslightmyfyre · 2 years

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Toto, Please - Pt. II

Series Main List

Single-&-Morally-Grey!Toto Wolff x Fem!Reader AU

Warnings: Explicit 18+ NSFW smut (including unprotected sex (no stated use of contraception)), explicit language, sexually charged situation, dom/sub implications, inappropriate boss/employee interaction

Word Count: 4.1k

Pt. II - Sexual Misconduct

Toto’s words lurk in the back of your mind.

Legacy. Ambition. Dreams.

“But if I asked you to beg… Would you beg just for me?”

Even now, the memory makes your core clench with need. You don’t want to admit how many nights you’ve thought of your boss as you lay in bed with a toy between your legs. You can still see his molten, wolfish gaze; you can still feel the radiant heat of him against your skin; you can still hear his sinful, velvety purr.

All of it’s wrong, of course. That heated moment never should have happened, but you can’t shake the feeling that he was just as affected as you. If he hadn’t… if you hadn’t… would he have kissed you? Would you have dragged him to the nearest flat surface and let him unravel you from the inside out?

The arousal curling at the base of your spine is all the answer that you need.

As you stare at your laptop screen, sorting emails, you can’t say why the memory lingers so strongly today. Perhaps it’s the retirement celebration planned for this evening. Naturally, Toto will say a few words about the distinguished career of a 34 year employee. You shouldn't dread attending the event, but you purposefully hadn’t been around him since that torturous afternoon in his office.

You do double-check and triple-check the tire temperature readouts before advising camber angles, though.

Sighing, you adjust the waistline of your skirt before standing. At first, you didn’t want to admit that Toto’s words had impacted you. But with each passing day, you found yourself digging deeper. Researching the company history, the origin of the brand, and all the rich stories behind each piece of memorabilia in the main lobby. It served as a personal penance - the price for retaining your job. Of course, there was only one man responsible for that decision, but you’re determined not to think about him.

Especially not when all of your research brought the 1950s spirit of the 2019 German Grand Prix back to life. While the race results had been less than favorable, the team spirit of the photographs lives on - and you had stared at images of Toto in his glasses, tie and braces for longer than you care to admit.

In hindsight, that’s why you placed the order. Fortified with a third glass of wine, you purchased a 50s-style, knee-length skirt that accentuated your natural waistline. The shape proved more flattering than you thought it would, and when paired with kitten heels and a strand of simple pearls, it lends an easy vintage flair to your corporate branded attire.

A visual reminder to yourself of the corporate legacy that you represent. A message to anyone who notices that you understand the weight of responsibility to wear the famed three-point star.

Sipping on a glass of white wine, you mingle among the familiar faces of your colleagues. Conversation flows easy and laughter punctuates the soft din of the retirement reception in the office cafeteria at random intervals. Lifting your glass to your lips, you raise your head and your vision finds him.

Toto stands across the reception, eyes fixed on you. The weight of his gaze is palpable even if it only lasts for the space between breaths. You try not to dwell on it - of course, it doesn’t mean anything. He’s your boss, and you’re just another one of his employees here tonight. Yet again, your gazes meet across the room.

Your stomach flips before you break away to stare at your wine. The fluttering of your heart nearly makes you miss a question about your weekend plans, but you blink back to the conversation and provide the brutal honesty of your simple life. That doesn’t stop sparks from dancing across your skin, ignited by the lingering intensity of your boss’ attention.

When your coworker launches into a diatribe about youth football rules, you’re helpless not to dart your gaze across the room, effortlessly finding Toto. Blessedly, he’s not wearing his glasses today, but his white and black clothing still fits him with such devastating precision. His hair holds its artfully wild edge, and you grip the wine glass harder to quell the tempting desire to thread your fingers through it.

When his gaze connects with yours, heat lances through you.

Fuck, you need to get a grip. Tearing away from his gaze, you take a steadying gulp of wine. You really need to stop eye-flirting - or is this eye-fucking? - your boss across the room. The last thing you want is for someone to notice. Especially since you have no answers, only memories.

His voice drops to a low register that melts your spine. “No pitiful pleas that I should spare you?”

“Good evening, everyone." Toto’s voice slices through your mind, and you turn to see where he now stands next to the guest of honor.

You move in with your coworkers as Toto grips the microphone, allowing everyone a moment to gather and silence to fall. “Again, good evening,” he says, sweeping his gaze around the room, a pleasant smile softening his face. “Thank you all for coming. And thank you for taking the time to help celebrate the last career goal that Marcus will ever have.”

A light chuckle rises in the room, and a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. Toto’s gaze meets yours for a fleeting moment before he resumes scanning the crowd as he speaks. “I was talking with one of you about legacy very recently. About how dreams helped fuel our founders’ ambitions, and how those ambitions built the storied history that we are honored to represent today.” His dark eyes move over the crowd with enthralling earnestness. “We are but temporary custodians of this noble legacy, and unless someone out there figures out how to live for another 125 years, the brand will outlive us all. Each and every one of you brings your best skills and talents to the table every day, building your own legacy here to make us stronger, to make us better - to live up to the expectations set by our founders.”

Toto pauses, turning to Marcus as his smile returns. “For 34 years, Marcus - you have embraced the challenges, you have weathered the frustrations - and, I know that you have wanted to slam the door in my face more than once in the last nine years.” Another chuckle sounds in the room as Toto’s smile grows and his gaze returns to the crowd. “I don’t know of a single person here that won’t remember the technical consciousness that you brought to your work, and the open, collaborative atmosphere that you cultivated in your department. Some people can work their whole lives and never come close to building a legacy that their company’s founders would be proud of.” His eyes meet yours before he blinks away to look back at Marcus. “But you have done exactly that - you have built your own legacy here that I couldn’t be more proud of, and I hope that you are, too.” He holds out his right hand. “Congratulations on your well deserved retirement, Marcus. And all the best to you and your family.”

Indignation flares in your blood as applause echoes around you. Your brow furrows as Marcus takes Toto’s hand with a beaming smile. Toto relinquishes the microphone and melts back into the crowd as Marcus takes center stage.

As he expounds his endless gratitude, your mind reels. Had the timing of Toto’s words and his glance in your direction been purely coincidental? Or does he really think that you aren’t building a worthy legacy of your own? Does he really think that you aren’t doing the company founders proud? Or, worse… is he not… proud of you?

A pang shoots through your heart as your stomach twists in anxious knots. As much as you want to march up to him and demand a straight answer, you can’t help the creeping doubt that maybe… maybe he’s right. Are you just a failure unworthy to wear the three-point star on your chest? Are you just a silly simp who has it unbearably bad for her boss?

You don’t even realize that Toto’s gaze has shifted to you until you blink. Heat blooms in your cheeks as your feet root to the floor and time freezes. His dark eyes bore through you, as if knowing your every thought. Your heart nearly stops as too many thoughts overwhelm you, and unbidden arousal curls in your core.

Cheers and whistles erupt around you, but you’re too spellbound to summon a weak applause of your own. The corner of Toto’s mouth curls with poorly-concealed amusement before he breaks away to look back at Marcus and respectfully join the ovation.

It takes you back to that afternoon in his office. How he had pulled away right at the last breath. How he had been so close to touching you, but remained just distant enough, unwilling to cross that line. Had he done that purely from a professional standpoint? Or, perhaps… was he worried that once he touched you, he wouldn’t be able to stop?

Delicious heat ripples up your spine despite the affronted uncertainty that still roils in your gut. Wetting your top lip, you drain the rest of your wine and summon your courage. Either way, you can’t keep working for this man without clearing the air. If he does indeed think less of you, then it’s time to set the record straight.

You turn to dispose of your plastic cup and when you turn back, your stomach plummets to notice Toto’s absence. With a sharp inhale, you scan around the room, desperately hoping that you’re not too late. Above the crowd, you catch Toto’s tall, lean figure just disappearing through the cafeteria’s double doors.

There’s no one who will miss you, and you weave around the well-wishers towards the double doors. The hydraulic hinge hisses quietly behind you, and your kitten heels echo off the tile. He’s not too far down the hallway, and there’s no way that he doesn’t hear your footsteps, but he doesn’t turn around. Even as he takes the sleek metal and glass stairs up to the second floor, he doesn’t acknowledge your obvious presence behind him.

Your jaw tenses in frustration as you follow him up the stairs, letting each footstep fall with a dull thunk against the metal. His name hovers on the tip of your tongue as you debate calling out for him. To what end, you’re not exactly sure - but this… you can’t go on like this.

Twilight paints the interior of his executive suite, and the overhead valances are only lit by minimum occupancy lighting. He continues towards his office, reaching for the door’s long pull handle.

"Boss?” Your heart ratchets higher as he doesn’t pause and the opaque glass door starts to close behind him. “Mr. Wolff… Toto?”

Your heels sink into the carpet as you draw up to his door, swallowing around the sudden lump in your throat. Raising your fist, you knock on the glass, and just like last time, you don’t wait for a response.

The glass door whispers open as you step inside. Toto stands alongside his desk, glancing over at you in clear expectation. The walls close in around you, and the world narrows to the intensity of his gaze that fuels every inappropriate urge sizzling in your blood. For fuck’s sake, this man is still your boss. Your career will make or break at this man’s hand.

This man’s hand… that you want to feel on your skin. Did he know that the last time you stood here in his office? Does he know that now? Can he read the aching hunger in your eyes? Can he hear the pounding of your heart? Can he see how you’ll beg if he just says the word?

“I-I’m sorry for disturbing you so late,” you hear yourself say, hoping that he can’t hear the faint tremor in your voice. “But we need to talk. Just now, when you-”

“No.” He cuts you off firmly, raising two fingers to beckon you forward. “You will say it to my face, not across my office.”

Your stomach flips and arousal burns hot at the base of your spine. His words command full authority and you’re powerless to disobey. With a deep breath, you cross over to stand your ground alongside him.

Up close, you notice the glimmer of approval in his dark eyes despite his otherwise enigmatic expression. His day-worn cologne lingers in the air, no less intoxicating than the last time you stood so close, and you have to resist taking a deep breath to draw it in. He stands so tall and you tilt your head back to hold his sharp gaze.

You wet your top lip, summoning your voice. “Just now… you were talking about me, weren’t you?” Your force a swallow against your racing pulse. “When you mentioned that you talked with someone about legacy very recently?”

The corner of his mouth lifts with pride. “I’m glad that you listened.”

Slowly, you nod. “Of course, I… I listen to you.” You take a deep breath. “Which is why I have to know - when you talked about people who can work their whole lives and never come close to building a proud legacy… you looked right at me after you said it.”

His gaze continues to bore through you, and you swear that your heart will beat out of your chest. He blinks as he speaks. “Sounds to me like you already know-.”

“But I don’t,” you cut him off this time, frustration mixing with the arousal in your blood to fuel your boldness. “I don’t know why you think that I’m not building a worthy legacy here. Because that is what you meant… right? That’s what you implied when you looked directly at me.”

Fire flashes in his eyes and corresponding sparks shoot down your spine as he speaks. “You’re building the legacy you set for yourself.”

“Yes, you’ve made that clear.” You say, heart rising in your throat as your body heats up. “As you’ve said - the legacy we have here is what our founders made it. It’s their judgment that would matter, but clearly… you’re the highest authority on the subject.”

“Is that not my prerogative?” He tilts his head, crossing his arms against his chest. Your gaze strays without permission to the muscles of his strong forearms. God, you want the full force of his strength unleashed, to feel him holding you exactly as he wants. “As CEO," he continues, "who should have higher authority than me?”

Your core clenches around nothing with long-aching need. Despite your words, you’d gladly bear the brunt of his authority anytime - until you begged, until you screamed, until you took everything he’d give you. You shake your head. “N-no one… but that…,” you pause to take a breath. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

He blinks back at you, arms still folded against his chest. "You're the one not listening to me, and you call me out for not answering your question?"

Your brow furrows. "What do you mean 'not listening to you'? I heard you back there -"

"When we last spoke, I told you to take time to recondition and recalibrate yourself before rushing into the emotional, overexcited response. And yet," an oddly strained note sounds on his words. "Here you are."

"Here I am," you declare, tension thrumming through you as you stare him down. The colors of sunset highlight the tailored lines of his shirt, the sweep of his lush hair, the gleam in his dark eyes, and - fuck, you're so far gone for this man.

Electricity arcs between you, crackling along your skin. Every nerve-ending sparks in want of this disciplined, capable man. If only he would break - maybe you just need to crack first. The memory of his words rush back... those words that have haunted you for weeks. You catch fire as you find your thready voice. "Yes… if you asked me," you breathe, blinking up at him. "I would beg."

His dark eyes burn with molten hunger and it's impossible to say who moves first. When his mouth fuses to yours, there's no turning back. He kisses like he commands the company - all skillful grace, no hesitation, and pure dedication. Your toes curl as flames lick down your spine. The pressure of his lips and the brush of his tongue stoke the inferno in your core to new heights, and your hands can't keep to themselves.

You wrap around his neck, holding on for dear life as the delicious onslaught continues. A growl rumbles in his chest as you cling to him, pressing closer to his strong presence. Solid arms curl around your waist and shoulders, stirring a whimper in your throat as he holds you close in a crushing embrace.

The heat of his touch scorches through your clothing, and your fingers itch to trace bare skin. Your lips part and the kiss deepens as your tongue matches his. Twin groans echo in the silence of his office as he guides you backwards.

Your back connects with the solid wall, and your hands scramble to weave into his hair. The soft, dark locks glide between your fingers, and you can't stop the long moan that he eagerly swallows. A strong hand slides down the outside of your skirt, hooking around a thigh to raise your leg. Drawing the same breath, the hunger of your embrace grows as the hard ridge of his arousal grinds against your clothed core. You moan in approval, tugging his hair and rolling your hips forward to trigger a deep, delicious groan in his chest that further soaks you.

Your fingers tighten around the buckle in tandem with the needy flutter in your core. "Ever since…." Your voice is little more than a gasp as you try to think. Ever since you first met him? Ever since that scorching afternoon? Fuck if you know. "Toto… please."

Fire burns your veins as his kiss steals the last of your sanity. You work a hand between you, hovering over his belt buckle. The heavy implication hangs in the air, stirring another deep groan from him. His words rumble against your lips. "This is what you want?"

He curses a guttural sound before sealing his mouth back to yours. Your fingers attack the smooth leather, sliding the end free. His hold on your leg loosens as you undo his trousers, and the feel of his other hand rucking up your skirt races shivers along your skin.

The heavy weight of his cock makes your mouth water as he nibbles along your racing pulse. His hips rock into your hand, and you moan as he tugs at your underwear. With your skirt hiked, it's nothing for his hips to press to yours, biting your bottom lip to stifle a whimper. His hard length glides through your soaking folds, and you bury your face against his shoulder to muffle another whimper when the tip of him notches at your entrance.

Your nails dig into his back, both groaning low as he pushes into you. The thick stretch of him steals your breath as he buries deep in a long, steady thrust. Your brain redlines past the limit as you adjust to the full size of him, so commanding and fucking perfect. He draws back to build a slow rhythm, and you bite your lip as another whimper crawls up your throat. Each roll of his hips pushes his cock against the deepest part of you, and you’ve never wanted another man to fill you so completely.

He cants his hips to change the angle, and the pressure on your clit intensifies. A cry passes your lips before you can stop it as you clench tight around him. He growls as he drives his hips forward at that same, delicious angle. “Is that it?” He rasps, breath hot against the shell of your ear. “You’re already squeezing me so tight.”

You moan as you press your leg tighter against his backside, delighting as he grips your thigh harder. “That’s it - God, Toto-" Your words dissolve with another moan as he strikes your white-hot spot. “So… full of you.”

Another primal growl resonates in his chest. “Let’s make you fuller, ja?”

The implication makes you dizzy as you cling to his broad shoulders. “Yes, fuck - it’s okay. Come inside me.”

He groans, surging forward and unleashing his full strength. Your back digs into the wall with each powerful thrust, and the rhythmic pressure on your clit tightens the coils deep in your core. You don’t care if his hand leaves bruises or if you can’t walk straight tomorrow - you surrender everything that you have and take all that he offers. Your body torques higher, screaming into overdrive as orgasm launches you into blissful euphoria.

Over the rush of blood in your ears, you hear his sharp, stuttered groan as the rhythm of his hips falters. A fresh wave of heat floods through you, and your walls spasm with aftershocks around the length of him so deep within you. Your heart thunders against his chest as you both gasp for breath in the deafening silence of his office.

Your mind floats in a brilliant whiteout as you slump against him, leg muscles trembling from overuse. He adjusts his stance and gently lowers your leg to the floor. Trying to hold onto the moment for as long as you can, you press your face against his shirt, breathing deep with a groan. “It should be a crime for you to smell so fucking good at work.”

His chuckle rumbles against your chest. “Good to know that you like it.”

You shake your head as your sigh gusts against his neck. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

“Maybe not.” He concedes, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m a man of competition, liebling - I use all knowledge at my disposal to my advantage.”

A delicious shiver crawls down your spine as a smile grows on your face. You’re not sure what that means for any sort of future encounter with this man, but hope sparks in your chest. His hands loosen their hold on you, and he steps back to leave the heat of your body. A sense of loss rolls through you as he turns away to right his clothing, but his action prompts your own to smooth your rumpled skirt and reach for your underwear. You wince as your combined mess pools against the already damp fabric, but it’s easy to ignore when your gaze reconnects with his.

His sex-mussed hair makes you beam with pride, and your fingers long to thread through the lush locks again. A pink flush rests high on his sharp cheekbones and he radiates a relaxed ease that you’ve never seen from his imposing presence. Is this how he looks outside of work? What would it be to see him dressed down in joggers and a soft t-shirt? Would you be able to coax him back into bed for an extra hour before work?

Embarrassed heat flames in your cheeks as you realize your train of thought. Toto’s made you no promises, and you made him none in return. This was just… well, just something. What had he called it last time?

“But it’s just a pressure release.”

Is it so wrong to already want this pressure release to happen again?

You summon a weak, awkward smile as you grapple for words. Even he seems uncharacteristically lost as you both stand in the dying colors of twilight with the gravity of the aftermath bearing down. You want to kick yourself - you’re a grown woman with a healthy sexual appetite, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed about what happened. Even if this tall, dark, handsome man just happens to be your boss….

“I’m glad that you followed me.” His voice cuts through your thoughts. “I admit that I... I have thought about that afternoon more than I should have.”

The corner of your mouth ticks up. “Me, too. Probably too much. But this… this, I don’t regret.” You quickly scramble to say more. “Even if it shouldn’t… or can’t-.”

He shakes his head, and your words stall. There’s something so earnest, so conflicted, so gorgeous in his eyes. You can’t even begin to understand it, but if you could spend the rest of the night in his arms studying it, you happily would. He takes a step forward, and the radiant heat of him returns with welcome relief. “Maybe it shouldn’t have happened given professional standings, but there’s no sense dwelling on the past when it can’t be changed. Not that I would… if we could.”

Your heart skips a beat as your mouth goes dry. “And what… what does that mean…?” Were you reading too much into his words? If he didn’t regret your first tryst, then did that leave the door open for future chances?

An appropriately wolfish smile cracks his face with devastating effect. “Like I said - I’m a man of competition, well versed in working angles to my advantage. And with that comes intriguing opportunities.” His gaze narrows with a conspiratorial edge that races an anticipatory shiver down your spine. “Never say never.”

#toto wolff #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff au #toto wolff imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #f1

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galpalaven · 2 years

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Commissions are Back for the Summer!

FANFICTION

If you want me to write the OC/Canon fic of your dreams, or maybe the Canon/Canon fic you’ve been dying to see, OR even OC / OC fic you’ve been wanting to write but don’t feel like writing yourself - then you can totally pay me to do that!

I charge $.03 per word or $15.00 per 500 words. I’ve broken it down for you below to make it even easier to pick!

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These are base charges and will be adjusted depending on how long your fic ends up being. I won’t charge you more than you expected to pay - if your 500 word fic ends up at 600 because of my inability to keep things short and sweet, then you will still only owe $15.00.

I will also allow for as many edits as you need to be happy with your piece. No edits are too many edits! You’re paying me for a service, feel free to ask for any number of changes.

BE AWARE, though, that this is where you the per word charge can come back into play! If I reach the word count we agreed on and you feel like you need more writing done, we will then negotiate an adjusted price, though this is really only if you decide you want way more than we agreed on.

I will not write: pedophilia, non-con/dubcon, bestiality, incest, gratuitous violence, NSFW.

I reserve the right to say no to anything else that I find uncomfortable as I see fit.

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That’s right, discounts! If you are a $10 tier Patron on my Patreon, you will get 20% off any commission you purchase - on top of all the extra sneak peeks you get!

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Feel free to ask about anything I seem to have played or posted about, but be aware that I may say no depending on what it is and whether or not I’m familiar with the source material.

You can find samples of my work on my AO3: galpalaven

You can find examples of previous commissions I’ve completed here.

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While I am comfortable accepting commissions for original work, it will come with a different set of negotiations and most likely a higher price tag. This is because I want to make sure that, if you intend to use my work commercially, I am given fair credit for the work I have done.

I will also write: articles, blog posts, advertisements, video scripts, titles, social media announcements, and transcripts.

If you are interested in hiring me for anything that will be used commercially, please do not hesitate to get in contact with me through my email: [email protected].

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While I cannot write your term papers for you because that is plagiarism, there is another service that I can offer. I’m currently in school studying publishing, so I am qualified to edit your work in several different ways.

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Grammar and punctuation editing, as it is the fastest and easiest edit, is the best bargain I can offer. A grammar and punctuation edit will also include editing for readability and flow.

Content editing is a more in depth form of editing which revolves around whether or not your content is complete, whether or not you have enough content to meet the expectations of the assignment, as well as structural edits.

Accessibility editing is largely structural edits, as well as editing for clear and concise language. This may involve adding subheadings, reordering your argument, or adding graphs.

The Whole 9 Yards would be an in depth edit including all of the above, and would have to be priced on a case by case basis because of the amount of work it requires.

Contact Me:

If you are interested in purchasing a commission piece from me, please DM me either on tumblr, over on my Patreon, or send me an email at [email protected]. There are no slots - I will take as many commissions as I can get.

Turn-around time: 2 week minimum

Payment will be required up front unless otherwise discussed.

Thanks so much, guys! I look forward to working with you!

~Kiana

#galpalaven commissions #im tired y'all

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chromantlks · 10 months

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UPDATE TO THIS: we were able to get a loan to hold us out until my mom gets paid, but money is still incredibly helpful, and until things are better for us these are still open and I’m willing to be even more lenient with prices because anything counts especially since we’re gonna have to pay this off now. Thanks for the current support guys.

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Hi guys, this is a little different than the posts I normally make. I wouldn’t ask for something like this unless it was absolutely necessary, but I’m doing some emergency commissions. Here’s the situation:

I live with my parents, and all three of us are disabled. My mom specifically relies on medical assistance at any given point of the day, and is often hooked up to machines here at home. We’ve always struggled with money due to my father being unable to work, my lack of identification (you guessed it, from having no money to purchase a public ID), and both of us were denied social security which we are currently reviewing and reapplying, but we’re talking another year here until we have even a GLIMPSE of if we’d MAYBE get accepted. So, we live on about $1300 a month. There’s more the the situation but I’m trying to name everything relevant, because here’s the problem.

My mom recently had three operations, resulting in two toe amputations on her foot affected by CRPS, so the fact she’s healthy and survived is already such a fucking relief. But to cover medical costs (lost insurance), we’ve lost the ability to pay for the electricity. It’s $400, but I think they’d accept a little over half for the rest of the month, and my mom gets her disability check around the beginning of the month. My dad and I can live without electricity for two weeks, this isn’t a new thing we’ve had to do, but my mom has a wound vacuum attached to her at all times from the amputations, and it has to be charged. I just. Don’t see how we could get through two weeks without electricity, it’s just not doable this time.

I’d need money upfront, but I’m willing to work with you, we just really need at least $250 by the end of Thursday. Anything helps, and even just reblogging or sharing support would be plenty and I’m already so grateful and feel shitty putting a post like this out. Best ways to contact me are discord (chromantiks) or here if you’re interested. Thanks if you’ve read this far.

#emergency commissions #digital art #please spread this #commission #commissions #drawing commisions #commision info #art commisions

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I don’t know who might need to hear this, buuuut

[in the United States] undercover cops do not legally have to tell you they are cops.

They are fully allowed within the law to specifically lie to you, to tell you anything they can think of to get you to confess to a crime—yes, even if you are actually innocent.

Also. If an undercover police officer propositions you to exchange drugs or sex for money completely unprompted, it’s entrapment (examples: someone you’ve never spoken to messages you on instagram to ask if you’ll take money to meet up for sex. You walk by someone on the street and they offer to sell you cocaine). If they arrest you, make sure you remember to tell your lawyer this very important detail.

Third: if you ever get arrested, do not speak to anyone except your lawyer. Not the cops who arrest you, not the ones who question you, nothing. The only thing you should say is “I am invoking my right to silence.” Once you have been brought to a police station, the only thing you should say from there is “I am invoking my right to silence. I am also invoking my right to legal counsel. Get me a lawyer immediately.” You have to pretend like cops are brain dead idiots who can’t follow simple directions and have to phrase it very specifically, because cops have and absolutely will pretend to misunderstand you when you ask for a lawyer. Do work with your lawyer—they are there specifically to help you, to advocate for you, to do their best to keep you from being charged with a crime, and to help you navigate the legal system.

Fourth: they cannot enter your home without a warrant unless they have what is called “reasonable suspicion of a crime”. That can be a lot of things, including visible firearms or drugs, but can also be stupid shit like the person who answers the door getting frustrated or upset. If you have to deal with cops, just try to stay calm. Treat them like unpredictable, feral animals.

Fifth: If you ever get pulled over, the same rule applies: they can only search your vehicle with a warrant, or reasonable suspicion. If you have to transport alcohol, marijuana, or any other kind of prohibited items, put that shit in the trunk, the glove box, or a closed center console. Even if you’re just coming home from the liquor store, put your purchases into the back seat at least. Then no one can accuse you of drinking and driving, or even intent. If the containers are open (say you’re bringing a handle of vodka you’ve had in your apartment for a while that’s like a quarter empty over to a party to make punch), even in the back seat, some cops will try to pull some fast shit and accuse you of drinking and driving. Just don’t even give them a chance to mess with you for stupid things. If they pull you over, keep both hands on the wheel, stay calm, and act like you haven’t done anything wrong. If you were speeding, act surprised when they say you were. If they ask how fast you were going, say yes. Admit to nothing, act innocent. But be polite. Again, these are wild animals you’re dealing with. Don’t give them any openings to make you admit to anything.

go with Gaia, y’all, and always remember: don’t talk to cops.

#acab #dealing with cops

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stellisketches · 1 year

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MCD: Holiday Special!

Enjoy this pure shameless fluff for the holidays. It’s also on my AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27531154/chapters/110204355

“Garroth! Help! Something’s wrong!”

Garroth’s feet were already on the ground before he had even opened his eyes after being awoken by Aphmau’s cries. He had only spent the previous night at her house at the request of Zoey, who needed to take some time off from looking after Levin and did not want to burden Aphmau as she had spent the entire previous day performing a variety of hard, laborious tasks in and around the village. He had agreed, after getting Aphmau’s blessing approximately twelve seconds before she collapsed into her bed in exhaustion.

He had been sure to give her a blanket due to the growing cold. Her house’s “open” layout, while almost completely non bothersome to Aphmau, had been something of concern for him since its reconstruction. While Phoenix Drop close proximity to the bay meant that they were guaranteed mostly pleasant temperatures during spring, summer, and autumn— the threat of storms and fronts during winter time made having a roof a reasonable necessity.

Garroth rushed up the stairs from the cellar, panic overtaking the smack of cold air against his skin. His eyes having barely adjusted to the light, he called out to her:

“My Lord, what’s wrong?”

“There’s stuff,” Aphmau, who was bundled in at least three blankets, pointed to the corner. “It’s covering the whole town.”

Garroth furiously rubbed his eyes, trying to focus on the white blob on the wooden floor. Stuff? What could she mean? For a horrifying moment he believed it to be asbestos— some alchemist’s experiment gone terribly wrong— before his eyes finally settled.

He stopped, brows knit in confusion. Surely she wouldn’t be panicking over what he thought it was. He took a step closer, grasping it in his hand as confirmation.

“My Lord, it’s just snow.”

Aphmau still looked shaken and confused. “Snow?” She asked.

“Have you not seen snow before?”

Aphmau’s already frost-kissed face became even redder, shaking her head. Looking back at the pile of frost. “So that’s…normal?”

Garroth gave a sigh of relief. “Yes, My Lord. It’s normal.”

Aphmau brought the blankets tighter around her face. “Oh.” She mumbled. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Garroth breathed. “I’m just glad you're safe. Although I must insist that you find some warmer attire. By the divine, I can’t believe you were able to sleep through the night without freezing half to death.”

Aphmau gave a sheepish smile. “I’ll, uh, go change.”

Garroth nodded. “I’ll give you your pri-”

He just remembered his own attire: A simple cotton shirt and thin woolen pants.

Also, his armor and helmet was back in the cellar.

Shit.

Aphmau came to this realization as well. “You can go first,” She offered.

“That is quite alright, You can go.”

“Well, thing is,” Aphmau shifted in her mass of blankets. “I don’t actually have anything warm.”

In her defense, Aphmau had only been conscious for a little over four and half months. No one had thought to explain to her something so instinctually known as changing seasons, so she had not thought to prepare for the incoming winter.

Garroth mentally scolded himself for not realizing this himself. He thought for several moments, trying to think of how the situation should be mended.

“I see. I’ll go to Logan and purchase some warm clothing for you.”

Lightning fast, Garroth changed into his armor and secured his helmet.

Opening the door must have been equivalent to sounding an alarm bell to Aphmau’s dogs, as he had barely opened it halfway when five furry blurs charged up the stairs and bolted out.

The hill on which Aphmau’s house sat provided a picturesque view of the village blanketed in white. A good six inches had fallen over Phoenix Drop. He could see several smoking chimneys in the distance. Several bundled figures walked up and down the pathways. The dogs were ecstatically rolling in the powdery ice, yapping and burying their snouts to fling snow off the ground.

With Garroth gone, Aphmau was unsure of what to do. The warmest clothes she had were some mid-calf shorts and a white frock top. Plus a pair of wool socks Donna had given her after she kept getting blisters from her old boots. Still wrapped in her blankets, she traveled into the cellar and changed. Levin was twice wrapped in fleece and wool, swaddled so thoroughly only his eyes and cherry-colored nose peeked out.

Carefully, She put him in her sling that pressed him firmly against her back, providing another cherished bit of warmth for her.

Hardly a moment after she finished settling him, a knock rang from upstairs.

“Coming!”

Brendan and Kiki’s warm, grinning faces waited outside. Kiki immediately presented her with a steaming, cloudy drink, to which she heartily accepted. The drink was thick and sweet, with a charming peppermint aftertaste. Brendan held a strange contraption: curved wood with metal lining two parallel edges, and a rope wrapping around the curve and connecting into a reign.

“Hey Lord Aph, ever gone tobogganing?” Brendan patted the contraption.

She shook her head.

His grin only got wider. “Wanna try?”

☬

Garroth sighed as he looked at Logan’s stall. A large wooden sign hung between each of the market posts. “CLOSED” was carved in thick, poignant letters.

‘Six hells,’ Garroth thought. He should have known no shops would be open in this weather. He had already passed Logan’s house on the way over. He saw steam rising from it, a sign that some sort of life was occupying it. He knew it was unlikely for him to be received well, but it wasn’t like he had many other options.

It’s not like he could just stand around and let his Lord freeze. As head guard, it was his duty to provide his Lord with whatever she should require.

He sighed once more, gazing at the distant rising smoke.

☬

“Feelin’ comfy, Lord Aph?” Brendan turned his rosy face back towards her and his sister.

Aphmau stood last in line on the wooden ‘toboggan’— well, technically next to last, as Levin still gurgled happily on her back.

They were positioned at the top of a hill parallel to Aphmau’s own. Only slightly smaller in height and nearly as steep.

Aphmau hugged Kiki close, pushing through her nervousness.

“Yep,”

“Y’all ready?” Brendan tested the reins.

“Ready steady,” Kiki chirped.

“Ready, I think…”

“Here we go!”

Brendan pushed forward, and all in a flurry they were descending down the hill. The wind slapped her face and Levin let out a loud, ecstatic squeal. Faster, faster, the adrenaline bloomed in her chest like the fire of a hearth and warmth spread throughout her entire body.

“Turn, dammit! Turn!” Kiki yelled. Something beneath them shifted and Aphmau realized the toboggan had gone airborne.

For all of five wondrous seconds, she felt true bliss, laughing and flying over her village.

Then all three (and a half) of their bodies lifted off of the sled and torpedoed into the banks of snow.

“Brendan!” Kiki dug herself out of the mound. “I told you to turn!”

“I was trying to!” Brendan pouted, brushing off his jacket.

Aphmau popped out of the ice like a sprouted daisy, laughing wildly. Levin joined her with delighted hiccupping giggles.

She shuffled over to Brendan, snow stuck in her hair and grinning like a child.

“Can we go again?”

☬

Donna handed Garroth the warm clothes.

“That should take care of her.”

“Thank you, Donna, I owe you.”

Logan had all but slammed the door in his face when he came knocking. Donna had been his last resort, seeing as she looked over a house that held a multitude of women. It was the only other place he could think of that could possess the necessities he required.

“No sir, this is the least I could do. Poor girl must be freezing her toes off without any fleece or nothin’. You make sure she stays warm, now, y’hear?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Take care now. And tell her she can come over for a cup o’ stew if she feels like it.”

Garroth smiled underneath his helm and nodded.

Donna had given him a bountiful hand. Two wool pants, two sweaters, three long tunics, an embroidered vest, a fleece cloak the color of wine, a scarf, a pair of gloves, and a small pair of coal-colored leather boots.

Garroth felt proud of himself. He had exceeded his duties in retrieving proper attire, and it pleased him to know that Aph- His Lord would suffer through the chill no longer, and would soon be bundled and cozy. Perhaps he should gather some wood for a fire after he delivers the clothes. Surely that would make her most comf-

A shadow eclipsed the sun above him. The silhouettes and sounds of a crashing toboggan and three screaming persons drew louder, and before he could fully process what was happening he received a Lord and infant to the head.

Together they crashed into a snowy bush, collecting a fine dusting of white to their attire.

“Lord Aphmau?”

Aphmau giggled out an apology. “Whoops, Sorry Garroth. Brendan tried to turn.”

“I told you, it’s those stupid reigns!”

“How many times do I have to tell you to learn how to turn, goddamnit?” Kiki shouted from a different bush.

“Why don’t you try it next time?” Brendan shot back.

Garroth hoisted both himself and his Lord up, swearing underneath his breath. “Divine be good. Brendan! How could you let her go outside in these conditions? She has no cloak, no sweater, she’s freezing half to death! The last thing she needs is to catch a chill.”

As he was lecturing Brendan, Garroth had absentmindedly begun to dress Aphmau in the clothes he had brought her, with Aphmau being strangely compliant throughout the whole ordeal. It wasn’t until he had wrapped the scarf around her head atop her cloak and two sweaters that she finally spoke up.

“Garroth, it’s alright. I wanted to go out.”

Garroth finally paused, and gave a deep sigh.

“I understand, My Lady, but it’s important for you to stay warm. The last thing we need is for you to catch a chill and become sick.”

“I know,” she whined. “But still, I’m fine. We’re just having fun. You wanna join us?”

Another long sigh. Garroth slowly turned around to face Brendan, and began walking at a slow, steady pace.

Brendan held the toboggan out in front of him as a shield.

“Pleasedon’thurtmeIpromiseIwasn’ttryingtodoanything-”

Garroth plucked the sled out of his hands and tucked underneath his arms.

“I’ll steer.”

#aphmau #aphmau garroth #Minecraft Diaries #minecraft diaries fanfic #mcd fanfic #aphmau fanfic #garroth ro'meave

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crypticcozycorner · 16 hours

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Not-so-hot take: Having accessibility options is useless if you don’t let people know they exist

Yesterday I went to go see Wicked on tour with my parents, one of which is hard of hearing. She doesn’t like going to theaters (both live theater and movie theaters) because she’s never able to follow what’s happening but she went because she wanted to make me happy. She ended up deciding to leave after act 1 because she wasn’t enjoying it since she couldn’t understand what was being said (it didn’t help that the seats were very poorly set up she people’s heads basically blocked the entire stage). When she went to leave and was asked why and told them it was because she couldn’t hear what was being said, they told her “oh, well there’s headphones you can get before the show!”. Of course at this point it’s too late and she ended up just sitting in the lobby for the rest of the show.

After the show we decided to go to their website to see what accommodations they had, and it took forever to even get to the page about them. It shouldn’t be that hard for someone to access the accommodations you provide. We’ve attended multiple shows at this theater and never once have we seen a sign or anything else letting us know what kind of accommodations they had. Even something as simple as a pop up when purchasing tickets that says “Does anyone in your party require visual, auditory, sensory or other accommodations?” And list what’s available. There’s already a popup letting you know if your seats arnt wheelchair accessible, so why not add this too?

We’ve had similar experiences with movie theaters where we’ve only recently learned about those captioning systems that go in your cupholder. Before than all we knew about where the headphones that only worked about 50% of the time (half the time you were lucky if they were even charged). Why have accessibility options when you’re not even going to offer them to those who might need it.

We’re going back to that theater in June to see Beetlejuice, and we’re going to try to set up headphones before the show so we can all enjoy it together. That’ll be the fourth show we’ve seen at this theater. It should not have taken 4 shows to be made aware of what options they had available. Not to mention if my mom had never brought up the issue and the staff member didn’t say anything, we still wouldn’t know about it. If you have other similar stories about places making it hard to access their accommodations, please share them. This stuff drives me crazy, because it’s really not that hard to put your accommodations somewhere accessible.

#theater #accessibility #accessibility aids #disabilties #crypticcozy

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Are you interested in becoming a gold trader? Are you fascinated by the idea of owning gold? Are you wondering where to get started? If so, then you will want to read some excellent tips on where to begin your journey into market of gold. Read below for those great tips.

Go with a legit buyer if you're selling gold. You can find out if they're trustworthy by looking at the BBB reviews. A good buyer is going to give you a good price, and will provide you with superior customer service too. You have to protect your investment as well as yourself. It is possible to safely purchase gold online. You no longer need to buy and sell gold at a physical location. There are dozens of reputable websites where you can buy and sell gold. The online business will provide you with a special kit that you can use to send your gold pieces. Shortly, you will receive a check for a fair price for your gold. Do you have an allergy to nickel? If so, you are better off getting jewelry that has a higher gold content, like 18 or 22 karat gold. Items that have a higher gold content are less likely to cause an allergic reaction. You should also stay away from gold plated jewelry. Before actually purchasing a piece of gold jewelry, shop around. More expensive jewelry stores will charge you an arm and leg. However, the same piece of jewelry can sometimes be found elsewhere for a much lower price. You can even tell a jeweler that you saw the piece for cheaper and you may be able to negotiate with them. Never buy your gold from a telemarketer. These individuals charge the highest commission rates, meaning you will pay more for your gold coins than you really have to. Instead, look for gold sellers on your own, and always buy from someone who is reputable. This will help you to get the greatest value in your gold investment. Check Patti gold when you are buying gold. This information is readily available online. Be aware that it is updated every day. Don't buy anything marked up over 8% of this. If you find a dealer asking for more than 8%, they're overcharging and may not be ethical. When sending off your jewelry, you need to consider the shipping cost to you if you're not satisfied with the offer given. The majority of companies pay for you to send the jewelry to them, but they charge high fees to return it to you. Understand what you will have to pay if you don't like their offer. Protect yourself. Always purchase gold jewelry from a jeweler you can trust. You would be surprised at how many jewelers try to sell fake gold or lower-karats at a high-karat price. Ask friends or family members if they know of a good jeweler. Or, you can go online and look at reviews for jewelers. Never sell your gold to someone who does not have the appropriate state licensure. Licensed buyers will probably be reputable. Remember that you have hundreds of options available, so do not be pressured into doing business with the first company to make an offer. To get the most from your gold, learn how to discern the gold's grade. Gold purity is measured in karats. The higher the karat number, the costlier and more pure the gold will be per ounce. Don't just believe the karat value expressed by the karat stamp. Knowing how to verify the karat of gold will help you keep from overpaying for bad quality gold. When purchasing gold for investment purposes, make sure you know the actual price per ounce of gold at the time of purchase. Hammer out the details about physical delivery before conducting any transactions. Although precious metal prices have been rising in the past few years, understand that all investments come with a certain amount of risk. Jumping into the gold market is something that a lot people have been considering today. Since you just read this article perhaps you would like to enter this market. If that's the case, gather up all these great tips about getting started in gold, use it to your advantage as you begin this journey.

#Patti gold

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indigoprintedkurti · 2 months

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Benefits of Buying Plus-sized Woman Outfits Online

Plus-size individuals are abided with a limited range of clothes. Do you belong to the plus-sized clan? Then you might confront the perennial embarrassment at times when you’re off to shop for dresses of your choice. Whether its shorts, jumpsuits, jeans, and even ethnic wears such as ajrakh kurtas, you may have to leave the store disheartened by not getting the exact size you wanted. Thankfully, online fashion stores such as the famous Vishnu, don’t disappoint their plus-size customers with a limited stock.

If you’re wondering to buy fresh new collections of plus size coats to shorts, tees, tank tops, rompers and ethnic wear collections, then buying them from some fabulous online shops will be the coolest idea.

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Avoid the imbecile embarrassment

Of course, the embarrassment that plus-sized men and women face at the stores are simply imbecile! You shouldn’t feel bad about being a few pounds more and if they don’t have the size stop wearing as online stores like Vishnu have come up with exclusive fashionable clothes for the plus-sized women. You should visit the store and explore the wide array of collections they have from cotton coord sets to kurtas of any fabric, design and pattern.

Stop being frustrated

Previously, overweight people had to feel frustrated when they couldn’t find the clothes of their size and had to ask for sales assistants who might have gave them an underestimated look but now that time has gone. You don’t have to lose weight to fit into their shoes. Celebrate who and what you are by shopping a wide array of attired from the online stores specially designed to showcase the clothes for the plus-sized people.

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chronicsymptomsyndrome · 2 months

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how do you make money with untreated adhd chronic pain chronic fatigue and chronic illness??? What the fuck do I do??? I officially do not have a working washer/dryer as of today and I do not have it in me to hand wash everything and I don’t have the space to line dry that much anyway and when I say I cannot afford a new washer/dryer I don’t mean “I have access money but I’m in debt so it’s not even really my money” or “oh no they’re so expensive I don’t want to use most of what I have on this one thing even though I really need it” like the kind of shit people usually mean when they say they can’t afford something (which pisses me off ngl) I don’t mean I can’t justify the purchase or that it would be irresponsible or that it’s not in my budget I mean “I quite literally do not have the funds to acquire any quality of washer and dryer period. I do not have an income or access to any money.” and honestly if I did I wouldn’t even know how to spend it because I also do not have hot water and also the people that lived where I live before me did not seal the floors so our floors are fucking soggy when it rains which is constantly and also my house is still mostly unfurnished after living here four years. so do I want furniture or hot water or dry floors or clean clothes??? How do I prioritize those kinds of things?? I mean I don’t have to bc I can’t have any of them but in theory?? Instead of making money all I can do is five minutes of dishes at a time (oh a dishwasher would be cool too) and then sit around and ice whatever hurts most and feel guilty for not being more grateful and not trying harder and not getting over my stupid ridiculous fears and going to see a fucking doctor already. ???? I can’t even ask for help bc how would anyone possibly help me other than literally just money??? My dad is the only one that would even consider it which I’m extremely grateful for but then there’s my stepmom who is In Charge and will be like “we’re here for anything you need” and then travel internationally twice a year and remodel their whole already very nice (to me) house and then go “of course we’re happy to help although we are on a budget so we’ll do what we can” and then hand me a 20 :) and I feel absolutely atrocious for not being more grateful that I have parents that will even give me $20 or that I have my parents in my life at all or that I can worry about all of these home things because I have a home, instead of being in the position of actually worrying about a place to stay. It sounds so shitty because I have so much to be grateful for I know but it’s hard to be grateful when it doesn’t feel like you have anything because if you had what you needed wouldn’t you be happier? It’s hard to feel grateful when you’re fucking miserable and every moment of your day-to-day is a huge stress trigger and there is no safe space. I’m so fucking tired mentally and emotionally.

#rants & reflections #delete later #executive dysfunction #traumagenic

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