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naespazas · 11 months
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Shoto Todoroki x Gray Fullbuster edit
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floralhoneytears · 2 years
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“There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.” ― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Hey pals! Finally a new wallpaper for you!  This time the protagonist is our beloved William Herondale ✨
‼️ Unlike the other wallpapers, I don't own any of the photos used, but they have all been searched on Pinterest.  If any of these belong to you, write me and I'll add you to the post ‼️
Like many of you know, i love London and it's my favorite city by far, so it wasn't hard to put these pictures together. If you like the wallpaper, or plan to use it, drop a heart or reblog the post.  This would help me a lot.  
Thank you so much for the support! 🤍
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bambheez · 1 year
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SUMMARY: you overhear your best friend and roommate jake talking about his massive dick, so you decide you want to see it for yourself. PAIRING: bestfriend/roommate!jake x reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni) WARNINGS: sub!jake, dom!reader, oral sex (m. receiving), size kink, reader is very VERY straightforward, jake has a huge dick, profanity WORD COUNT: 1.5k A/N: this is literally just pure filth. inspired by this post and ofc ‘nonsense’ by sabrina carpenter. as always, if you enjoyed/have feedback, please reblog/comment or send an ask. my inbox is always open!
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“Small dick? Seriously? You know I’m—” he paused, remembering you were in the room with him. He turned around to see you laying on his bed, legs up in the air, eyes trained on your laptop screen.
Your ears perked up at the odd conversation; your earbuds were no longer playing any music, but you gave him no impression that you were eavesdropping.
“Know what, Jake? Cat got your tongue?” Heeseung snickered through his headphones, Jay following with a similar comment.
“Nah, Y/N’s in my room but she’s got her headphones in,” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You know I’m bigger than both of you motherfuckers.”
Your lips lifted into a smirk at his confession. You could hear laughter booming from Jake’s headphones as you quietly put your earbuds away and moved off the bed toward him.
“How big?” you whispered against his ear.
He jolted in his seat, wincing from banging his toe into the leg of his desk.
“How big?” you repeated, now standing in front of him, blocking his view of the game. You lifted up your shirt to reveal your stomach. “Would it reach here,” you asked, pointing to a spot above your pubic bone. “Or here,” moving your finger up an inch. “Maybe here?” you circled around your belly button.
Jake visibly reddened, even under the faint green lights of his PC. His fingertips—currently resting against his keyboard—jerked back into motion at the realization that Heeseung and Jay were still on the call.
“Sorry, someone’s at the door,” he mumbled into his mic. “You guys play without me, I’ll hop on later.” He closed out of the game and Discord tab before taking his headphones off.
His fingers were fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, eyes—avoiding contact with yours—staring straight ahead at his desktop wallpaper.
“You didn’t answer my question, Jake.”
“Stop talking nonsense, Y/N,” he turned to look up at you, your body now leaning against his desk. “Why do you even want to know?” his adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped.
“So you were lying then?”
“No, but—”
“Then show me.”
Jake could feel himself hardening in his sweatpants. As much as he tried to ignore the ache between his thighs and tell you you were insane, the look you gave him—utterly earnest, like you wanted to devour him—made his insides stir.
You dropped to your knees with a thump, rolling his gaming chair out by its arms to face you. A groan ripped from Jake’s throat at the sight. You sat back on your heels to observe his reaction, his lids hooded and lips slightly parted. He nodded at you, watching as you glanced from his growing bulge back up to his eyes.
The imprint of his cock was visible, and your fingers flitted over him, traveling from his thighs up to the strings of his sweats.
He let out short, quick breaths before whimpering “please”.
You held back a giggle. When had he become so needy?
Pulling off his sweats and boxers in one swift motion, his cock slapped against his lower stomach. “Wow,” your mouth watered at the sheer size. And he wasn’t even fully hard yet.
His breath hitched in response, body squirming in your hold. Jumbled thoughts were running through his head at a hundred miles per hour. This was his roommate turned best friend on her knees, ogling at his erection.
You had thought about the size of his cock before, especially when he was lounging around in gray sweats. You’d caught glimpses of his bulge, and the size of it even when he was soft was enough to make your core throb in anticipation. You had thought about how his cock looked, too, and what you saw in front of you now exceeded your expectations in every way. His tip was red and flushed against his abdomen, a lengthy vein ran from his base to tip, and beads of precum were beginning to form at his slit.
You hesitantly wrapped both hands around the base of his cock. “Fuck,” you muttered. Two hands and barely half of his cock was covered.
He felt scorchingly hot under your touch. You squeezed at his base before devouring as much as you could of him in your mouth.
He cried out from above you, hands gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles turned white. You could feel your underwear sticking to your folds as you tried to discreetly rock back and forth against your heels, desperate for some friction of your own.
You were bobbing up and down on the top half of his cock, tongue swirling around his tip and occasionally digging into his slit. Jake wanted so badly to keep his eyes open, to see the way you peered up at him through your lashes, but he could feel every inch of movement of your tongue running along his veins that the pleasure was much too intense.
Strings of curses flew from his mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re doing s-so well,” he whined before gently placing a hand on the back of your head.
I can do even better, you thought to yourself as you slowly removed your hands from his base and took him into your throat.
“Ah, oh f-fuck!” he moaned. You hollowed your cheeks, placing your hands on his hips to steady yourself.
Jake resisted the urge to start thrusting into your mouth, largely due to his disbelief that you could take him all the way.
You gagged around his length and he nearly choked on his breath from the sensation. Working your way down even farther, his tip hit the back of your throat while you moved your hands to knead at his thighs.
You pulled off of him to catch your breath, eyes twinkling up at him as a string of saliva stretched between his tip and your lips.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he croaked out, throat remarkably dry.
You gave him a small smile. Just you wait.
You took a deep breath before bringing your hands to the back of his hips, slamming his cock down your throat in one go. You repeatedly swallowed around his girth and Jake’s entire body convulsed under you, noises he didn’t know he was capable of making falling from his lips.
You buried the tip of your nose in his pelvis; your head was foggy, throat sore, and eyes watering, but the sight of Jake losing complete control under you made it worth it.
“I-I’m gonna—mmph,” he whined, bunching your hair in a fist.
You could see his abdomen clenching and feel his thighs twitching, signaling that he would cum any second. Jake opened his eyes to peer down at you and he had to physically grab your bobbing head to stop himself from cumming.
The view in front of him was the most sinful yet beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your lips were slick and swollen, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth down to your chin. Your hair was in a tangled mess from his grip, and there were tear streaks from your eyes down to your neck.
He brushed your hair out of your face and you smiled, humming around his cock. You sped up your pace before wrapping your arms around his hips again, sucking and swallowing around him as if your life depended on it.
“Oh shit, oh f-fuck, I’m cumming, Y/N I’m—”
You pushed your nose forward and took him to the hilt one last time before he was cumming with a shout of your name on his lips. Spurts of his warm release traveled down your throat, and Jake finally grabbed at your head with both hands, bucking his hips up and fucking your face as he chased his high.
Shockwaves of ecstasy traveled through Jake’s every vein and artery. You swallowed drop after drop of him until his thrashing and jerking under you slowed to a stop. His cock twitched in your mouth one final time, beginning to soften, when he pulled you off of him with a pop.
“Oh my god, Y/N,” Jake moaned like you’ve never heard a man moan before.
“Such a big, pretty cock”, you gave his tip a quick peck before tucking him back into his sweats. “But it’s a shame you don’t know how to use it”, you chuckled.
He whined at the comment, his finger reaching up to the corner of your lips, swiping at the residue of his release. He thought about your question from earlier, picturing reaching your cervix and filling you to the brim with his cum.
“Please, teach me?” he begged.
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Some desktop backgrounds I made on http://weavesilk.com/
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eupheme · 2 years
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Penny For Your Thoughts | Part 3.5 - Routine
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Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader
Rated E - 4.8k
Tags - age gap, (slight) daddy/authority kink, oral (m receiving), swallowing, light sub/dom, begging, teasing, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, piv, aftercare, fluff
Summary: You see the rest of the penthouse, and end the grand tour with a bang.
A/N - part ii of chapter 3! And pretty much pure smut 💕 If you missed part i, it is here!
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He takes you back through the penthouse, this time to the right wing off the entryway. Winding down a hallway until he reaches two doors towards the end that match the others - carved from heavy wood, an oil painting spanning the wall between them.
Fingers curl around the round, ornate door knob as he twists and pushes it open. The room inside is slightly longer than it is wide, the floor a dark hardwood and covered with a rug. Built-ins, stacked high with books and small sculptures line the side wall, a ladder attached to a rung at the top.
There’s a chaise in a creamy, beige fabric tucked under the window, soft gray drapes pulled shut. Leather armchairs are tucked into the other corner - with the highlight being a heavy wooden desk and a long, curved monitor mounted to the wall just above it. A keyboard and a desk lamp underneath, not a wire in sight.
“This is my study.” He explains, with a gesture of his hand, “Usually when I call you, I’m in here.”
The rug is soft and plush under your toes when you walk in, unsure where to look first because you want to inhale it all. But your eyes keep coming back to his desk, and it’s there that you step towards first.
"Can I?" You ask, gesturing towards the leather office chair, and he pulls it away from the desk for you. It's soft under your touch, and you swivel to examine the monitor, the tiny logo edges on the frame, "How'd you get this? I thought the 49 inch is still on pre-order."
There's a silence at your shoulder, and you turn to glance up at him, eyebrows furrowed. He's watching you with interest, cupping his elbow with one palm, his thumb running over his bottom lip before answering.
"They are, this was a special order. Touch screen."
He's crowding you, leaning into your space to key a password, pulling up a mostly-blank desktop, a plain Wayne Enterprises logo as the wallpaper. He opens a webpage, showing you how to drag it wider with a touch of your fingertips.
“I like to keep up-to-date on like, tech and stuff. A hobby, I guess?" You can feel his silent question, so you beat him to it, explaining as your cheeks heat, “We haven’t been in my study much, but I can show you next time.”
And then your chair is swiveling again, turning you to face him.
"Mm. What were you saying earlier about hidden talents?" He's asking as he leans in, fingers catching your chin, tilting your face up.
His mouth meets yours, starting sweet before it turns hungry, his touch on your chin adjusting until he’s cupping your jaw. Kissing you until you’re out of breath, your fingers twisting in his sweater as he sighs, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
“Why didn’t you sooner?” You breathe, trying to tug him back down, the edge of his mouth curving up.
“Because dove, seeing you here…” The words groaned out, his voice rough, “I knew once I started, I wouldn’t want to stop.”
“Then don’t.” You abandon tugging, hands gripping the arms of the chair to push yourself upward to meet him again - swallowing his soft moan as your soft mouth slots over his.
The chair shifts, bumping the desk and the monitor flickers back on, a low ping noting an incoming email. He pulls back with an annoyed growl as you whine, quickly glancing at the notification.
“I’m so sorry sweetheart, I need to look at this for a moment. I’ve been trying to set up this meeting with our accountants for days.” His hand rubs your arm apologetically, and you reluctantly shift - sliding from the chair so that he can sit down, “Is that okay?”
Not kissing him was just about the last thing you wanted to do, but you could hear the reluctance in his voice. You supposed you could wait a few more minutes.
“I don’t mind. Can I stay here with you?” You ask hopefully, and he smiles.
“Of course. Please make yourself comfortable.”
There’s two short cabinets on either side of the desk, glass panels giving you a peek inside. You sink to your knees, head tilting to the side to read the spines.
It’s sorted by subject and then author, the spines lined up neatly, ranging from historical nonfiction to medical textbooks. It’s an interesting array and fitting, and you wonder how many he’s read - what else he might be interested in.
You’re still hunched over when you hear his voice above you.
“We do have chairs, dove.” Alfred idly comments, and there’s a teasing tone that makes your cheeks heat.
“I’m just looking.” And you are, your eyes drifting his way when he turns his attention back to the screen. Watching the way his fingers rub over his chin as he reads, eyes flicking behind the glasses.
And then you’re thinking back to the kitchen, the edge of his voice when he told you to ‘sit down’. It was forceful, bossy - but still full of care.
A man that was kind, but at one point was very used to being listened to. And with that thought you’re squirming, pressing your thighs together as you feel the hot pulse between them, the deep-rooted desire for him to talk to you that way again.
His thighs shift, the fabric of his trousers pulled tight, and your fingers are moving on their own - courage bolstered by the glass of wine warming your belly - tracing over the curve of his knee, and then upwards.
“What do you think you’re doing, dove?” He asks, glancing down to where your fingers slide against his leg.
Caught, you snatch your hand back, but he moves more quickly - his fingers curling around your wrist, dragging it back into place, until your fingertips graze his inner thigh.
“Sorry. You look….” Your words die out as you shift, and then you’re huffing a soft, embarrassed laugh, “I like watching you work.”
“Mm, I wouldn’t call that just ‘watching’.” But his legs inch further apart, giving your fingers more room to roam.
They brush higher, his leg flexing beneath your touch, until you reach the crease of his thigh, where you hesitate. Your cheek presses against his knee as you glance up, and find his eyes already on you, his scarred brow lifting in interest behind the frames as they meet.
Slowly, your palm flattens against him and his hips shift into your touch - his eyes closing as he inhales a short breath.
“Can I, please?” You ask, fingers curling around the curve of him, “You can keep working, I don’t mind.”
The breath exhales in a rough huff of amusement, “You don’t have to beg, darling.”
There’s a moment of hesitation - his fingers brushing your cheek, catching your chin between thumb and forefinger to tilt your face up to his. But you know what you want, feeling the embers that smolder in your guts, just waiting to flare to life.
Your words are quiet as you lean into his touch.
“And if I… if I want you to make me to?”
This gets his full attention, his work forgotten as your fingers carefully pluck at his belt, loosening the buckle. His hand shifts, his thumb running across your mouth until your lips part for him.
There’s a soft pressure against your lower lip, and your tongue peeks out to taste him. His thumb presses down against your teeth, your tongue. Your cheeks hollow as you suck, before letting him go with a wet ‘pop’ as you move between his spread knees.
“Oh, is that right?” His voice is low, “Do you need a firmer hand dove?”
And you’re holding back a moan, relieved and grateful. That’s something you like about him - Alfred never seems surprised by anything you ask, just merely questions for clarification. As if he’s used to the unexpected, and figured out long ago how to quickly interpret and accept them.
“Just for tonight.” You’re leaning into him, cheek pressed against the curve of his knee, “I need-”
But he’s interrupting you, the cool tone of his voice making you shiver, “Oh, I think I know just what you need, darling.”
And with those words you know he gets it, a sense of understanding layered in with the way he breathes out the words. His hips lift, shoving down layers until he can free himself, a hand wrapping around to pump his cock, smearing your spit across the head.
Your hands trace the outside of his thighs, rising up to sit on your heels - but he’s stopping you, his voice carefully stern, “You can wait, dove. I’m almost done.”
That brings you to a grinding halt, brows furrowing as you glance up at him, his hand still working him to full hardness, the other scrolling through the message he’s now focusing on - the ‘woosh’ from the speakers as he sends it.
It makes you squirm - the sudden uncertainty, the anticipation. It clings to you, making the back of your neck prickle, your fingers fisting fabric that wraps around his thighs. Watching the jerk of his fingers, the thick, stiff length of his cock that you want to put your mouth on so badly.
Enraptured enough that you don’t notice the way his gaze has turned back towards you, soaking in the way your want is written all over your features.
“Oh, just look at you. What has you so worked up, sweetheart?” His voice breaks your concentration, low and smooth as syrup, and you’re making a soft, eager sound.
“Please,” The words hiss through your teeth like a whine.
”Mm, and here I was, thinking you wanted to beg.” His hips flex upward, into the circle of his fist, “I think you can do better, can’t you? Ask me nicely.”
Oh. He’s doing this for you, you realize as your stomach twists into a knot, your heart rattling against your ribs. And then your words are coming in a soft rush, “Please, I want to taste you.”
His wrist doesn’t slow, a bead of precum welling at the tip, and your tongue is peeking out, your eyes flipping up to his. Where his jaw is tight, lips barely parted to suck in a breath as you blink up at him.
“Pretty.” Alfred acknowledges, but then his voice dips, “Again.”
But maybe he’s right, and you could do better. You hadn’t said it since the first night you were together, hadn’t felt that bone-deep level of need that made your inhibitions all but disappear.
“Please, daddy.”
With that, his eyes close with a low, deep groan, and you’re leaning to kiss the back of his hand, then the fingers wrapped around his cock. They loosen for you, until your lips are pressing against his shaft as you sigh in satisfaction.
Your tongue peeks out to taste him, sliding from base to the glossy tip, your own fist loosely wrapping around him - angling him so the tip of your tongue can flick over the slit before you take him into your mouth.
His groan is louder and lower than your soft one, your mouth opening to take him deeper, bobbing your head slowly to take more of him each time. Following the movement with your hand, each of your strokes making his cock more and more slick.
Alfred adjusts, pushing his hips closer to the edge of the seat, so you don’t have to crane your head so much, and you’re moving too - settling on your heels, squeezing your muscles, your thighs, as a hot pulse beats between them.
He tastes like skin and salt, silky smooth as you take him deep, down into your mouth and groan, the sound vibrating in your throat. His hands shift, unsure whether he wants to grab onto the chair, or you - and you decide for him, pulling back to tug your sweater over your head, letting it pool in your lap.
“Show me what you like.” You hum before your lips wrap around him again - eyes peeking up from under lashes, tugging a broad hand until it cradles the side of your head, his thumb brushing your cheek.
“This. You.” He chokes out as you find a rhythm, fist twisting as you tug on him, cheeks hollowing out as each breath of his comes faster. Your eyes stay on him, unblinking as your head bobs again and again, his lips parting, his hips flexing careful as he fucks your mouth.
Until each of his breaths is a low groan, and he’s warning you, telling you he’s close, how fucking good you’re doing. How if you don’t stop right now, darling he’s going to come in your mouth instead of your cunt, and your eyes are closing, taking him deeper, his other hand gripping his own thigh so tightly it leaves behind pink marks.
He comes with a ragged groan, spilling onto your tongue, down your throat as his body goes stiff, his hips flexing involuntarily into the tight heat of your mouth. You swallow him down, the bob of your head slowing until you’ve taken all of him.
Carefully easing off him with a self-satisfied smile, eyes roving over the expanse of skin, the column of his neck where his head tilts back against the chair.
Alfred’s eyes crack open, to where you’re running a knuckle over your lip, sucking it into your mouth, tasting a last drop of him again.
Voice low as he pushes up in the chair, gesturing to the connecting door between this room and the next, ”I want you in my bed. Now.”
Hauling you up with him as he leaves the chair, pressing a searing kiss against your mouth as you stumble with him to the door. Letting it all but bang open as he twists the handle, the rooms flowing into each other.
He leaves you to clean up in the en-suite bathroom, and you’re padding over to the bed - your skin flushed with desire, but too curious to resist peeking.
Unclasping your bra as the bathroom door clicks shut, shrugging it off as your eyes rove around the pale gray walls, a painting of the sea on a cloudy day. A heavy wardrobe takes up the space near the door leading to the hallway, and there’s a smaller door that must lead to a closet. A set of tufted chairs and a low, dark-stained table over a rug.
Sinking down onto the bed, sheets tucked in military-style, a blanket folded at the end - as you peel off your jeans, kick off your socks. Scooting back into the middle of the large bed, your head hits the cool pillow as you sink into the mattress.
Only then, when your face is turning, inhaling the scent of him on his sheets - clean linen and cologne - do your eyes close, your hands start to wander. Cupping a bare breast with one hand as your legs spread, your fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties.
Sighing out a groan as your hips lift, pressing your fingers against your clothed clit, finally easing a tiny bit of the ache. Your fingers are just slipping beneath the edge when a rough voice interrupts you.
“Starting without me? And I thought you were my good girl.”
He’s standing at the end of the bed, stripped bare from the waist up, the bed dipping as he lowers himself down to lay next to you. Nudging your fingers out of the way as your skin burns - as he curves on his side until his body maps yours, leaning down to capture your mouth with his.
His own fingers dip beneath the fabric, his touch feather-light as it skates over your slit, his groan sharp when he feels how hot and slick and wet you are. Sweeping slowly down, just teasing a finger against your entrance, before sliding to circle your clit. Repeating the circuit, before sinking knuckle-deep into you.
“You don’t know how often I’ve thought of this.” He kisses your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, “You, in my bed. Fucking you in it until you’re creaming on my cock.”
His mouth meets yours again and you’re moaning into it, one of your hands curving around the back of his neck to keep him close, the other tracing down to his wrist, trying to push his finger deeper into you, murmuring a broken “please” against his lips.
“So needy.” He croons as he pulls back, as your hips lift off the bed, chasing his touch, “Was daddy not giving you enough attention tonight?”
You keen, rocking your hips into his hand, each movement pushing him just a little deeper. His wrist flexing, slowly pumping one finger, stretching you out until he can slip in a second.
Mouth wandering from your lips to the curve of your neck, teeth and beard scraping soft skin as you grasp onto him, your fingers biting into his biceps. Lifting your hips so he can tug down your panties, letting them drop off the end of the bed.
Using his arms as leverage to cant your hips, meeting each deep, slick plunge of his hand.
An evening of flirting and close contact leaving you keyed up - aching. Wetter than you can ever remember being, the fire roaring low in your belly. His fingers feeling good, incredible even - but you need more, and you’re begging again, the words coming out in short, whimpered breaths.
“More, please. Please-”
“You said you wanted to beg, as if you haven’t been all along. Always asking me to make you come.” He groans in your ear, three fingers pushing deep now, stretching you full. “As if I wouldn’t give you anything you wanted.”
But his mouth dips to your breast as his fingers curl upwards, and you’re seeing stars as his tongue brushes over the tight peak of your nipple, as he drags over a spot within you that makes you cry out.
Tears prick in your eyes as he does it again, a heavy pressure slowly starting to build in your stomach, a fullness that makes you feel like you couldn’t take anything more. You feel close enough that you can taste it, wanting to sink your teeth into the meat of it and bite down hard.
Fingers drift, thinking that if you could just touch your clit for a second, you could come. But his other hand catches yours on the way down, trapping your palm as he presses it flat against your stomach.
“You can come like this. I know you can.” His words are soft but firm, his lips moving to press against your cheek, “Just relax for me, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
You try, consciously unclenching your muscles, eyes closing as you focus on the feelings, hot and sharp and overwhelming. Approaching something - each drag and curl of his fingers coaxing you to a point that is tinged with the unknown.
Until the feeling is blinding, your chest so tight each breath is a ragged gasp. Your torso twists into him, fingernails sinking into skin, leaving marks on him as he grits out a groan.
“Oh fuck. Fuck - I think I’m gonna come.” You’re panting, hips rocking into the punch of his fingers, sweat dotting your skin with the exertion.
“Fuck, that’s my girl. Soak my bed, sweetheart.” He’s growling into your hair, against your ear.
Something snaps, the pleasure and the pressure flooding and overwhelming your senses, making you feel hot and warm and wet. You think you’re shouting - your upper half going stiff as you tremble, but you feel submerged, the sounds around you dampened as your cunt flutters around his fingers.
Their movement has slowed, a lazy thrust into you, his hand glistening with your release as he leaves his fingertips pressed against your spongy inner wall. Drawing out the pleasure that pulses in your core, shooting down your spine and limbs, turning into waves of pure bliss.
Until you’re finally collapsing back against the sheets, sucking air into your lungs as the room swims back into focus. Only then do his fingers carefully ease from you, thumb sweeping over your folds, wet and slick under his touch.
“Holy shit,” you’re breathing, arms limp, the back of your hand scrubbing tears that tracked down your cheeks. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come.”
“Hardest you’ve come so far, dove.” He corrects with amusement, and you laugh, your chest feeling light - flushed and overflowing with endorphins, “Next time I am sure we can do better.”
You lay there for another long moment, his fingers trailing over your skin as he lays on his side next to you. His accented voice soft as he checks on you, asking if you need a break, or some water.
Waiting until you’re reaching needily for him again before he moves down the bed - shifting so his hands can hook around your ankles, tugging you down as well, until your knees are draping off the edge and he’s standing at the foot.
You push yourself up on your elbows to watch, as he removes his last layers, his cock curving up and towards his stomach, flushed and hard again.
His hand closes around himself, slicking his length up with your release, leaving the velvety skin shining. Angling it to run across the curve of your mound, down across your slit.
“I think it’s about time I fucked this messy little cunt.” His voice is low, rough - watching the way you part for him, teasing the tip against your entrance, “Don't you agree, darling?”
You hum, your breath in your throat as he starts to press into you - but then he’s pausing, looking at you expectantly. A hand coming to grip your upper thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze when you try to shift and take him deeper yourself.
And you know what he wants, the words sweet on your tongue, “Yes, daddy.”
With a rough groan he fills the slick channel of your cunt, burying himself deep with a long, slow thrust. Bottoming out as the coarse curls at his base brush against you, rolling his hips as he slides out, the sweet slick drag as he pushes back in.
Your legs shift, knees rising - heels trying to find purchase on the edge of the bed. Hands smooth down your shins, thumbs hooking to grab your ankle - first pulling one up over a broad shoulder, and then the other.
Pushing himself deeper as you cry out, collapsing back against the bed as he leans forward, hands smoothing down your thighs. Fingers sinking into flesh, using his grip to keep you pulled close. Heavy-lidded eyes soaking the sight of you in - how each thrust has your lips parting in a gasp, the soft bounce of your tits.
Worshiping you with his gaze, spread out before him, your hand curling around your breast, fingers pinching at a nipple as your own gaze drops.
“Feels so good,” You’re moaning, watching the flash of cock as it disappears into you, fills you.
His lips curl into a smile as he makes a low sound in his throat, “Mm, I know. The only thing that feels better than your pretty mouth is your pretty cunt.”
A hand leaves your thigh, palm twisting so he can press a thumb against your clit, moving it with the thrust of his hips. Teasing, brushing, circling, until your hand is gripping his on your thigh, your other reaching by your head to tangle in the sheets.
Alfred had abandoned the game, you realize probably the second he sunk into you - forgetting himself when the sounds of your moans filled his ears, the wet heat of your pussy around him.
His eyes find yours, eyebrows furrowed with concentration, “Can you come again, dove? One more time. I want to feel you clench around my cock.”
You’re nodding, he has you almost there already - your fingers pushing between his to circle with him. Pressing against wet, slick skin, his other hand using your leg as leverage as he thrusts, until you’re winding up again, hurtling towards the brink.
His name is a prayer on your lips, sighed out reverently as he mirrors your movements, a little harder, a little faster. Until his breath matches your own, ragged sounds from deep in his chest pairing with the high gasps of yours.
“I’m close,” his jaw sets, the rhythm of hips stuttering as he tries to delay the building pleasure, grinding against you as he pushes closer.
“Fuck, me too.” You pant through parted lips - taking in his face, his wrecked look, “I’m almost, oh my god-”
The pressure of your own fingers is almost painful as you buck into your own touch - until you’re finally there, muscles tightening and clenching as the groan is pushed from your lungs, the sound almost passing as words.
You’re still fluttering around him when he follows you, the hot pulse of his cock when he thrusts himself deep, splashing ropes against your inner walls. The groan rattles his chest as his thrusts grow shallow, as you milk the last of his spend into you.
Finally, going still, pressing a kiss against your ankle as he carefully lowers your legs, before sliding out of you. You feel empty without him, having spent so long stuffed full with his fingers, and then his cock.
You shift backwards and he follows, the weight of him pressing you into the bed, and after he settles, you don’t think you ever want to move. It’s too warm, too comfortable - limbs wrapped around, fingers gripping sticky, sweat-dewed skin.
“Do you want come over and sleep over at my house tonight?” You ask, feeling sleepy - your nails scratching idly down his back as he groans in content.
“Well, I know I didn’t ask before. But I was thinking we could stay here? If you wanted.” He asks into the soft curve of your neck, “I’m sure I have extra toiletries for you.”
There’s a beat before he adds, “I’d really like you to.”
It feels like your heart is thudding loudly in your chest. He had just mentioned dinner, so you hadn’t thought - not wanting to assume. You nod, squeezing his shoulder gently, “I’d like that a lot.”
His sigh is filled with contented relief as you curl into him. Eyes drifting closed until the racing beats slow, until he’s finally able to coax you out of the bed to clean up.
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Later, when the lights are dark and the sheets are freshly changed, you tuck yourself against him - head tilted so your eyes can run over the hair that curls against his scalp, still damp at the ends and freed from their usual neat style. Something you quietly catalog, a small scrap of him that isn’t slicked so perfectly back into place.
You had those curls twisted in your fingers, pressed against the tile of the shower until it was warmed from your skin, until the water was starting to run cool. Tugging on the strands as fingers, soft and slick, slipped between your thighs, bringing you to the edge and then tumbling over one more time. Soothing words murmured into the crook of your neck as your cry echoed off the walls.
Leaving you blissfully, utterly, completely exhausted.
You can feel the rumble of his words beneath your cheek, where it lies pressed against his chest.
“Thank you. For being so understanding tonight.” His voice is quiet, words slow - from sleep or from careful choosing, you’re not sure, “I am sure you were not expecting an addition to dinner.”
His chest rises as he inhales, falling as he sighs, “If I don’t get him to eat sometimes, he’ll forget.”
“I didn’t mind, I know he’s your…” Your hand smoothes across his skin, unsure of how to word your thoughts, “This is his home.”
The fingers that had paused their tracing over the silk of your shirt - he had handed you the top half of a matching set, taking the bottoms for himself - resume their path, a soothing back-and-forth sweep against the curve of your shoulder.
“It’s been nice,” you venture, your head tilting to tuck under his chin, “Seeing him out as much as I have lately.”
“Yes.” He answers, but there’s an edge to it, as if he disagrees but isn’t about to say so, “He’s been… figuring himself out lately. What his purpose is.”
“But you aren’t sure about it.” You press, and he sighs.
“I have been and will always be supportive of Bruce. But as I’m sure you noticed, things have been a bit strained.”
Your nose wrinkles, not wanting to admit that you had picked that up, “Well, I am sure he’ll figure it out and come around. It’s a hard thing to figure out. Who you are, what you’re doing.”
“You seem to have no problem.” He casually redirects, and you’re too busy smiling to notice, “You always seem so confident.”
“Looks can be deceiving. I feel so lost sometimes,” your cheeks heat with his compliment and with the admission, your head burrowing closer against him. “And as for confidence, I think I was ready to leave the city if you had turned me down.”
There’s a short, low rumble of laughter, his fingers curving over your shoulder, squeezing, “There is very little in this world that I wanted more than you that night.”
And then lips are brushing against your hair, his voice quiet.
“I hope you find what you are looking for.”
You let your eyes close, let the contented exhaustion creep over your heavy limbs - a small part of you, deep down, thinking that maybe…
Just maybe you have.
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new computer new me >:)
this is my new wallpaper :) my wife is the raven in the tree & i amt he diamond beside it. there are cats everywhere. i forgot to take closeups before i closed my art program so GASP i have to screenshot my desktop >:)
i have two 27-inch 2k monitors so i draw one seamless bg :) it's really fun.
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It is a cartoon-outlined landscape, four times as wide as it is tall. A range of blue-gray mountains rests in front of a baby-blue sky with white clouds. In the front center is a tree, and on the sides are more green to imply a forest. Hidden in the trees are various objects, like little cats or a birds nest. In the foreground, leftmost corner, a siamese cat waves hello.
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my wife and i met on overwatch so i put the desktop icon by her portrait <3
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rubisaurus98 · 1 year
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Get to know me!
Tagged by @sasslett​ through the FFXIV sideblog (@dragoon-mid-jump, if anyone’s curious), but this is going on the main first!
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‘Tis a Genshin wallpaper of a character chilling in the forest playing his lyre with the sun shining down on him. It’s relaxing to look at without the desktop icons. (Shameless sideblog plug: @yae-mikos-toebeans)
The last song you listened to: Transformation from the The World Ends With You OST.
Currently Reading: Or at least, attempting to read....Book of the Night by Holly Black. Modern urban fantasy involving shadow magic. I am not that far into it and I’m trying to consistently read more....
Last Movie: It was most definitely Wakanda Forever. Had an effect on OC developments.
Craving: Nutella. My family’s been eating through a package of cookies and they’re almost gone.....
What are you wearing right now: Hoodie and jeans.
How tall are you: 5 ft even (152.4 cm). I’m small.
Piercings: Small gold earrings that clasp around my earlobe.
Tattoos: None, but maybe one day.
Glasses? Contacts?: Contacts over glasses.
Last drink: Strawberry hibiscus lemonade smoothie.
Last show: That I actively sat down and watched? The Owl House. Season 3, Episode 2. I love this series so much and I wish it didn’t get fucked over having 3 40-something minute episodes for a Season 3....
Last thing you ate: Dumplings for lunch.
Favourite colour: I love a good dark blue color. Dark reds, greens, and purples are also cool for me. Silver and black, too.
Current obsession: Have you heard....of the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV?
Unrelated Obsession: Well, my sister pushed me into the game Limbus Company recently, so there’s that.
Any pets: I used to have a Bischon Frise named Winter who passed almost 2 years ago in May. Now we have some stray cats who like to hang out in our backyard. There’s one with brownish-grey stripes on their (her?) back and a white belly and paws that my sister named Skrunkle. There’s another purely brownish-gray cat, their brother who likes to jump on this blue beach cooler we store out there, that we named Alphy once we figured out that he was male. As for why that name....
Me: “Like from Fullmetal Alchemist? Alphonse?”
Sister: “No, that elf boy from Final Fantasy.”
Me: “...Alphinaud?”
Sister: “Yeah, him.”
Do you have a crush on anyone: Ahahahaha.....No...No, I don’t.
Favourite fictional character: *sighs and unfurls a long list of characters*
The last place you traveled: Italy! Went there for a vacation. Went to Venice, and then Rome. Personally, had a lot more fun in Rome.
TAGGING! .....Alright, if you see this and wanna do it, go nuts.
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Download wallpapers 4k, Ken Kaneki, Cyberpunk, Tokyo Ghoul, creative, protagonist, Kaneki Ken, grunge art, gray grunge background, Tokyo Ghoul characters, Ken Kaneki Tokyo Ghoul, Ken Kaneki Cyberpunk for desktop free
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crackinglamb · 11 months
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Get to Know the Blogger
Tagged by @fadedsweater, thank you! 💕
Share your wallpaper: My desktop has a slideshow of screenshots I took playing Subnautica. Here's a couple:
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(Yes, I like my background to be dark)
Last song you listened to: Swinging Party, by Lorde
Currently reading: The Long Sunset, by Jack McDevitt
Last movie: Gladiator
Last show: Uh... (I don't watch TV)
Craving: Hearing from my ex about when he's picking up Lamb the Younger, so I know what my day will look like
What are you wearing right now: Jeans, club Vertex tee, slippers
How tall are you: 5'4 (1.62 m)
Piercings: 3 in my left ear, 1 in my right
Tattoos: 7
Glasses? Contacts?: Glasses, been wearing them since I was 11
Last drink: My morning tea, with sugar and creamer (french vanilla currently)
Last thing you ate: The last two popcorn chicken pieces that Lamb the Younger couldn't finish last night
Favorite color: Silver gray
Current obsession: Writing Driftwood (an Iron Bull/OFC fic)
Any pets: One Deep Space Potato (Loki)
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Favorite fictional character: *snort I'm poly, I don't play favorites
Tagging @ir0n-angel, @lilbittymonster, @the-desert-dancer, @fasterpuddytat and @maculategiraffe. No pressure!
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1johncmiller · 1 year
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Minimalistic: Simple yet Elegant Wallpapers for a Soothing Vibe
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In today’s busy world, everyone wants to relax and feel calm, and what’s better than having a minimalistic wallpaper on your desktop or phone screen that exudes serenity?
Minimalistic designs feature simple and clean lines, no distracting elements, and soothing colors that provide a calming atmosphere to any space. So, if you’re looking for an elegant yet straightforward wallpaper that promotes tranquility, then minimalistic designs are perfect for you.
What is Minimalistic Design?
Minimalism is all about simplicity, functionality, and a focus on the essentials. In design, minimalism involves using as few elements as possible to convey a message or express a concept. Minimalistic designs feature only the essentials, avoiding all unnecessary clutter to create a clean and uncluttered look.
Minimalistic designs use simple lines, shapes, and colors to create an elegant and sophisticated look. The minimalist approach also emphasizes functionality, making it an excellent choice for wallpapers as it doesn’t distract from your work or interfere with your desktop applications.
Soothing Colors
Colors play a significant role in creating a relaxing atmosphere, and minimalistic wallpapers typically use soothing colors that are easy on the eyes. Soft, pastel shades such as light blues, greens, and pinks or muted tones of gray, beige, and brown create a calming effect and go well with many types of decor.
Minimalistic wallpapers aren’t limited to plain, solid colors, though. They can also feature simple patterns, such as stripes or circles, or abstract designs that blend different shades of the same colour.
Simple yet Elegant
What makes minimalistic wallpapers special is their simplicity, and yet they still have an elegant and sophisticated look. These wallpapers provide a break from complex, busy designs and instead put simplicity and aesthetics at the forefront, making them ideal for anyone looking for a zen-like vibe.
Minimalistic designs also complement different types of decor, whether you have a traditional, modern, or eclectic style, and they work well in various environments, from offices to homes.
Conclusion
If you’re seeking a simple yet elegant wallpaper for your desktop or phone screen, consider minimalistic designs. These wallpapers use basic elements, soothing colours, and a clean look to create a calming, serene atmosphere that promotes focus, relaxation, and productivity.
Remember, minimalism isn’t about having nothing. Rather, it’s about having only the essential things that bring joy and helps create a peaceful environment in your life. So, why not apply this mindset to your desktop or phone screen with minimalist wallpaper?
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briannysey · 1 year
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Get to Know Me
Was tagged by @arianwells <3
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I turn off icons on my desktop and sometimes just stare at it :)
The last song you listened to: Labour by Paris Paloma
Currently Reading: This is all for class but The Aeneid (Fagles Translation), Into that Darkness by Gita Serenay, Nichomachean Ethics, and Shogun by James Clavell b/c a friend asked me too.
Last movie: The French Dispatch by Wes Anderson
Craving: mashed potatoes. I'll be cooking them later on this week for the roomies
What are you wearing right now: gray tshirt and black sweatpants (these are my chilling at home clothes)
How tall are you: 5'10 i think?
Piercings: 1 stud in my right nostril (Want to move it to my left nostril and get a nose ring in the right
Tattoos: Someday when I have disposable income
Glasses? Contacts?: I got my first pair of glasses just over a year ago. Incredible improvement to quality of life
Last drink: Coffee (It's still warm :) )
Last show: Roomies made me watch Ted Lasso last night. Kept critiquing the KS accent but other than that it was nice
Last thing I ate: sunflower seeds
Favorite color: Silver
Current obsession: I've been diving back into ASoIaF and really digging it.
Unrelated Obsession: Writing/Rhetorical craft. Have been working really hard to improve my written comm skills
Any pets: Not anymore :(
Do you have a crush on anyone?: There's this very cool enby I've been chatting with on Instagram.
Favorite fictional character: Either Brienne of Tarth or Baru Cormorant
Tagging: My tumblr circle has all exodused and I interact with precious few new people. If you want, post your own and say I tagged you!
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a lucy gray desktop wallpaper cuz she's on my mind
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2. chocolate bars or lollipops? 9. favorite smell in the summer?
17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?
18. ideal weather?
49. what saying or quote do you live by?
55. favorite fairy tale?
57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?
58. four talents you’re proud of having?
70. left or right handed?
96. desktop background?
98. favorite historical era?
2. I prefer chocolate. But chocolate lollipops... Um, yes, please.
9. My favorite smell in the summer is probably chlorine. It's weird, 'cause I can't swim (almost drowned twice), but the smell of chlorine just makes it feel like summer.
17. I have a pair of teal and gray walking shoes that I am obsessed with. They're like wearing clouds on my feet.
18. Ideal weather, for me, is probably around 80-ish or so degrees. A bright, sunshine-y day. As much as I love a good thunderstorm, I prefer typical summer weather over anything else.
49. A life motto? I never really had a quote I lived by until recently. "Don't dream it, be it." That's the quote that I've decided to live by now. Don't just imagine something for your life. Make it happen. That's how I view it.
55. Favorite fairytale is Little Red Riding Hood.
57. The three biggest struggles I've overcome are probably... being young and stupid and spending 9 years with an abuser (my entire 20s, basically), finally cutting my toxic narcissist mother out of my life so I didn't have to deal with guilt and fear anymore (it's been 5 years!), and...learning to be more confident and love myself for who I am.
58. Uh, I don't really know if I have any talents. I like to think I'm a pretty decent writer, when I actually put in the time and energy to do so. I'm a pretty darn good cook, I think. I've hosted dinner parties for friends, and they've always enjoyed what I've made. Um...spelling is a talent, right? I can spell pretty much anything off the top of my head. I won a spelling bee once, too. And, I guess my 4th talent would be...retaining endless amounts of random knowledge. My friends hate playing trivia games with me because I know a lot of useless things.
70. I'm right handed.
96. My desktop background is a slideshow of random photos, including Lucifer Morningstar; the dead, soulless eyes of Espurr; a Slowpoke; artwork of a Jersey Devil; and a wallpaper for backing a book on Kickstarter.
98. My favorite historical era is either the Victorian era of London, because I was obsessed with Jack the Ripper for the longest time, or the 1960s, because most of my favorite music is from that decade.
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eldritchsurveys · 4 months
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💻 Laptop Computer 💻 Do you own a laptop? >> I do. its name is Dorian Gray because it's grey, lol
Are you on a laptop right now? >> I am
How many laptop computers have you owned in your lifetime? >> eight, I think
What color was your first laptop? >> Thor was black with a navy blue top
What color is your current laptop? >> well, silver, technically
🖥 Desktop Computer 🖥 Do you own a desktop computer? >> I do -- Azathoth Do you prefer Windows computers or Mac computers? >> Windows
What were your favorite computer games to play as a kid? What are your favorite computer games now? >> oh man... Zoombinis, Alien Tales, Math Blaster, Power Pete, Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?, Felix the Cat's Cartoon Toolbox my favourite computer games now are mostly MMOs and CRPGs Which do you use more: a computer or a phone? 📱 >> definitely the computers
Are you good at remembering passwords for websites, or do you always forget? >> I have a system for passwords so all I have to remember is the pattern. but I also use a password manager
What is your current computer desktop background? >> it's been Fable 2 Tattered Spire concept art for a few years now, ever since I lost my wallpaper collection when one of my computers failed and that was the only one that survived
Do you have a desk job? >> I don't
What were some of your favorite websites as a kid? What are some of your favorite websites now? >> my first experiences with the internet were as a preteen and I mostly just obsessively crawled X-Files fansites. I don't really have favourite websites now
Were you alive before the Internet was invented? >> I was not How many tabs do you have open on your computer right now? >> 10, which is a stretch for me
⌨️ Computer Keyboard ⌨️ Are you a fast typer? >> I am
Do you enjoy typing on a keyboard? >> very much so
Have you ever used a typewriter? >> I taught myself to type on a typewriter Do you own a typewriter? >> absolutely not
What color are the keys on your computer's keyboard? >> black
🖨 Printer 🖨 Do you own a printer? >> I do not
What was the last thing you printed off? .
Have you ever printed anything off in a library? >> many a time
Do you prefer to use black ink or colored ink? .
Do you know how to change the ink in a printer? >> I assume every printer is different and I'd have to look it up 🖱Computer Mouse🖱 Can you see the computer mouse emoji? 🖱 >> I can
Do you wonder why they made this emoji, when it's hard to see because it's white? >> I wouldn't have thought about it at all Do you own a computer mouse? >> I do
Do you use a computer mouse? >> only for my desktop. I used to hate trackpads but I just hate certain kinds of trackpads. Dorian's trackpad is fine and way less hassle than a mouse would be If you own one, what color is your computer mouse? >> it's just black but it does have coloured lights
Do you prefer to use a mouse or a trackpad? >> see above
Have you ever used the computer mouse emoji? >> haven't
💾 Floppy Disk 💾 Have you ever saved anything onto a floppy disk? >> sure, back in the day
Do you own any floppy disks? >> I don't
When was the last time you used a floppy disk? >> I assume it was sometime before the turn of the millennium
What are three things you like (besides floppy disks) that are floppy? >> 😏
Have you ever cried because you lost something that you had saved onto a floppy disk? >> I don't know, man
💿 Compact Disc 💿 Have you ever burned a CD? >> many a time
Have you ever made a mix CD? >> many a time
Have you ever done a craft project using old CDs? >> haven't Do you own any CDs still? >> I don't. I don't even have anything to play them in except, like, game consoles (can game consoles play audio CDs?)
What was the last CD you listened to? >> lol
What was the first CD that you purchased? >> I don't remember the first CD that I bought, only the first one that I stole 💽 CD in Plastic Case 💽 Did you burn CDs and then put them in a plastic case? >> sometimes, but mostly I put them in those binders with the sleeves
Do you own any plastic CD cases? >> I don't Have you ever written on a CD with a permanent marker? >> sure
Have you ever used this emoji? >> haven't Do you still own any of the mix tapes or mix CDs you made when you were younger? >> absolutely not
📼 VHS Tape 📼 Do you own any VHS tapes? >> absolutely not
Did you used to watch movies on VHS tapes when you were younger? >> I did Do you remember the orange Nickelodeon tapes? >> I do
Do you have any home videos that are on tapes? >> I don't
Do you own a VCR? >> lol no Do you remember having to rewind VHS tapes? >> well, yeah 📞 Telephone ☎️ Do you remember a time before cellphones? >> I can barely remember my childhood and I don't remember exactly when my father got his first cell phone but I'm pretty sure it was still the nineties when he got it
How old were you when you got your first cellphone? >> seventeen
Do you work in an office with a telephone? .
Do you have a home phone or just a cellphone? >> just a cell Do you still remember your home phone number from when you were growing up? >> I remember my father's phone numbers because he always got unique ones that were easy to remember. well... I remember one of them. the one from childhood I've forgotten now
Have you ever made a prank call? >> haven't
📠 Fax Machine 📠 Do you own a fax machine? >> hell no
Have you ever worked in an office with a fax machine? >> haven't
Have you ever owned a fax machine? >> absolutely not Have you ever used this emoji? >> didn't even know it existed
What are three things you like that rhyme with "fax"? .
🗄 Filiing Cabinet 🗃 Do you own a filing cabinet? >> I do not
Do you enjoy organizing things? >> I do
Are you a very organized person? >> I could always be more organised
Is there an office in your home? >> there isn't
When was the last time you shopped at Office Max? .
What was the last thing you bought at Office Max? . 🗂 Manila Folders 🗂 Do you own any manila folders? >> uh, no. I do have regular folders
Do you organize your computer files into folders? >> I do, meticulously
Did you ever use Lisa Frank folders for school when you were a kid? >> I don't think so, my father didn't like stuff like that Do you still own any of the colorful folders you used to use for school when you were a kid? >> absolutely not
What are three things you have stored in folders (in real life, not on a computer)? >> birth certificate, marriage license, artifacts from Easton Mountain workshops
📌 Thumbtack 📌 How many bulletin boards are there in your home? >> zero Have you ever spray-painted a bulletin board, and if yes, what color? >> haven't
Do you own a set of colorful thumbtacks? >> I don't own thumbtacks
If you own a bulletin board, what are three things you have pinned on it? .
Have you ever stepped on a thumbtack? >> possibly
✂️ Scissors ✂️ How many pairs of scissors do you own? >> I think there are two pairs in this house. or three. idk
Have you ever ran with scissors? >> probably
What color are your favorite pair of craft scissors, if applicable? .
What color are your hair-cutting scissors, if applicable? . Do you cut your own hair? 💇♀️ >> I do, but I use clippers because I have a buzzcut
Do you have a special pair of scissors that you use to open boxes? 📦 ✂️ >> I use boxcutters for that
Do you have different pairs of scissors that you use for different things? >> I don't What color was the last pair of scissors you used? What was the last thing you used a pair of scissors for? >> grey, cutting open a microwave meal
Do you know how to do a scissor kick? >> I don't
When was the last time you did a scissor kick? .
🧷 Safety Pin 🧷 When was the last time you used a safety pin? >> I don't know, probably the last time I wanted to pin a patch to something Have you ever used this emoji? >> haven't
What was the last thing you used a safety pin for? >> see above
Have you ever ran a race and had a number pinned to your shirt? >> maybe as a child Do you own a box of safety pins? >> what self-respecting goth doesn't
📎 Paper Clips 🖇 When was the last time you used a paperclip? >> many moons ago
What was the last thing you used a paperclip for? .
Do you remember Clippit, the Microsoft Word paperclip? 📎👀 💬 >> he's a meme now, even people that don't actually remember him at least know of his existence (but yeah I do remember him)
Have you ever received a piece of advice from Clippit? >> sure
Do you own a box of paperclips? >> I do not
📏 Rulers 📐 Do you own a ruler? >> I don't, but I do have measuring tape How many rulers do you own? .
What was the last thing you used a ruler? When was the last time you used one? .
Do you know how to draw a straight line without using a ruler? >> idk
What does your favorite ruler that you own look like? >> are there actually people out here with favourite rulers. fascinating
🖊 Pen 🖊 Do you prefer to write with pens or pencils? >> pen
What color ink pen do you write with the most? >> black
Where do you normally buy pens? >> just, wherever What was the last thing you wrote down? >> probably a list of whatever transmog pieces my ESO character was wearing before I changed the outfit, so I could change it back if I ever wanted to without having to figure out what the fuck pieces were in it Do you enjoy writing? Do you enjoy how it feels as your hand glides across the page? ✍️ >> not so much anymore, now that I'm out of practice. was really into it when I was a child
🗑 Trash Can 🗑 What do you call a trash can? Do you call it a trash can, wastebasket, rubbish bin, garbage can, or something else? >> just "the trash"
Do you need to take the trash out soon? >> the trash bag needs to be changed but I won't have to put out the actual trash bin for pickup until Friday (maybe next Friday, if it doesn't fill all the way up this week) What day is trash pick-up day in your city? >> Friday
Are there things you are holding onto that you probably should just throw away? >> I tend to be ruthless about throwing away things I assume I don't need or amn't gonna use, sometimes to my regret When was the last time you took the trash out? >> Monday
📋 Clipboard 📋 Do you own a clipboard? >> I don't
When was the last time you had to sign a paper that was attached to a clipboard? >> idk, the last time I went to an appointment somewhere
Have you ever held a clipboard just to make yourself look more official? >> that's not an image I'm interested in projecting
Do you have neat handwriting? >> not anymore, but it's still legible at least
Would you rather write in cursive or print? >> cursive
📆 Calendar 📅 What is today's date? >> November 28
How many months are there until your birthday? 🥳 >> exactly 6 How old will you turn on your next birthday? >> 37
Do you have a calendar on your wall? If so, what is this month's calendar picture? >> I don't Are you counting down the days to anything? >> am not
What is your favorite season? >> summer 🗒 Spiral Notepad 🗒 When was the last time you used a spiral notepad? >> when I was writing down the stuff I mentioned in an earlier answer
Do you own a spiral notepad? >> I do
Would you rather write or draw? ✍️ .
Do you make to-do lists? >> I don't have enough things to do to warrant making a list, but if I did I would
What are/were three items on your to-do list for today? .
What is something you did yesterday (or today) that you really enjoyed? >> 😏 oh you know. but also video games.
What is something that you've been putting off, if there's anything? >> well I'm about to put off doing my laundry until Thursday (I usually do it on Wednesdays) because I got robbed of the all-day gaming session I had planned for today (game was down for maintenance and then the maintenance got extended... didn't come back up until fucking 18:00 😒) so now I have to have it tomorrow or else I'll have a fit. and since I have to change my bed linens this week I'm not gonna feel like doin all that when I'm also trying to game (on that very bed) so... yeah. Thursday. Have you ever used this emoji? 🗒 >> I've used the one that has a pen on it too, to convey the idea of taking notes on what someone was saying
What is one thing you think of when you look at a blank piece of paper? >> I don't have any particular associations with blank pieces of paper
Are you thankful that your life story is still being written? >> lmao ⏰ Alarm Clock ⏰ What time do you usually wake up in the morning? >> there is no "usually" anymore, there are so many factors that dictate what time I wake up
Is your bed made right now? >> I don't make my bed Do you wake up to an alarm, or do you wake up naturally? >> I don't have to wake up at a particular time so there's no reason to use an alarm Do you normally follow a schedule, or are you more spontaneous? >> I just do what I want
Do you prefer to follow a schedule or be spontaneous? >> ^
Do you have a clock on your wall? >> I do but it's purely decorative (it's a vinyl record that's had a Dark Tower design cut into it). I hate the ticking sound so I don't put batteries in it
What do you normally use to tell time? Do you use your phone, computer, wristwatch, the sun ☀️, a wall clock, a bedside alarm clock, or something else? >> phone, or taskbar if I'm on the computer. in the summer I can usually just go by the Sun
💡 Lightbulb 💡 How many lamps can you see from where you're sitting right now? >> one When was the last time you changed a lightbulb? .
Have you ever used your phone as a flashlight? 📱 >> many many times
Do you own a flashlight? 🔦 >> I think we do but I never use it so I can't be sure
How many lightbulbs can you see from where you're sitting right now? >> like a billion, because of my string lights 💿🗄💻 📆🗂 Final Questions! 🗃📋🖇📠💾 Do you work in an office? >> I don't work Have you ever had an office job? If so, did/do you like it? If you haven't had an office job, do you think you would like one? .
What is your favorite thing to do on a computer? 💻 >> like. fucking everything lol
Would you rather own a desktop computer or laptop computer? 💻 🖥 >> I prefer owning both, they serve different purposes for me What is your dream job? .
Do you prefer writing something down or typing something up on a computer? >> typing, always Do you own a desk? If so, what does it look like? What do you have on top of it? >> I do but I don't use it as a desk anymore because I have learned that I hate sitting at a desk and I'm not gonna put myself through that anymore it's a big ugly L-shaped thing and right now it just holds my monitor and peripherals and other random shit
What do you think is your favorite emoji among the ones on this survey? >> hm.
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References and Resources
All of my sources as well as some extras!
Banner image: https://www.canva.com/templates/EAFLUovXiKg-green-pink-happy-hippie-no-copy-trending-desktop-wallpaper/
Avatar picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/582810
Asexual flag: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Asexual_Pride_Flag.svg
Demisexual flag: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a7/Demisexual_Pride_Flag.svg/1280px-Demisexual_Pride_Flag.svg.png
Gray-asexual flag: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gray_asexuality
Allosexual flag: https://static.wikiforge.net/lgbtqiawikitide/5/5b/Allosexual.jpg
Aromantic flag: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ad/Aromantic_Pride_Flag.svg/2560px-Aromantic_Pride_Flag.svg.png
Demiromantic flag: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/lgbtqia-sandbox/images/6/6d/Demiromantic_Flag.svg/revision/latest?cb=20220123033827
Gray-romantic flag: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/aromantics/images/d/d2/Grayaroflag_%281%29.png/revision/latest?cb=20210928233320
Alloromantic flag: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/aromantics/images/4/4d/Polish_20200606_224711568.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20201029094712
Quick guides to aspec identities:
AVEN: https://www.asexuality.org/
From my personal research for the project:
Antonsen, Amy N, et al. “Ace and Aro: Understanding Differences in Romantic Attractions Among Persons Identifying as Asexual.” Archives of Sexual Behavior, no. 49, 24 Feb. 2020, pp. 1615–1630, https://doi.org/https://doi.org/10.1007/s10508-019-01600-1. 
Canning, Dominique A. “Queering Asexuality: Asexual-Inclusion in Queer Spaces.” McNair Scholars Research Journal, vol. 8, no. 1, 2015, https://commons.emich.edu/mcnair/vol8/iss1/6 .
Caravalho, Ana Catarina, and David L Rodrigues. “Sexuality, Sexual Behavior, and Relationships of Asexual Individuals: Differences Between Aromantic and Romantic Orientation.” Archives of Sexual Behavior, no. 51, 25 Mar. 2022, pp. 2159–2168, https://doi.org/https://doi.org/10.1007/s10508-021-02187-2.
Scott, Susie, et al. “Stories of Non-Becoming: Non-Issues, Non-Events and Non-Identities in Asexual Lives.” Symbolic Interaction, vol. 39, no. 2, 2016, pp. 268–286, https://doi.org/DOI: 10.1002/SYMB.215.
Tessler, Hannah. “Aromanticism, Asexuality, and Relationship (Non-) Formation: How A-Spec Singles Challenge Romantic Norms and Reimagine Family Life.” Sexualities, vol. 26, 2023, https://doi.org/DOI:10.1177/13634607231197061.
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