#i've been in. a bit of a rut with them but its fine

[nebuladreamz]

[angel-of-depravity]

Subtle obsession is so wild actually

It starts off as a small thing, really. Just wanting to talk a lot. Text between doing things, maybe staying up a little too late in the night. Little do I realize you're making notes (all the easier to make when I yap and yap and yap when you really get me going)

Then with that, you start proposing "outings" (read: thinly veiled dates)

You take me out barhopping because I tell you it's something I enjoy, despite never having thought I would. You subtly note my tolerance (and, by that same account my physical intolerance and make sure I don't drink too much, just enough)

And then at one point you lure me over. You say something about this new weed vape you got- tastes really sweet and you think I'd like it (obviously, you remember me nonchalantly saying I have a hell of a sweet tooth, of course I'm gonna be down)

You don't get me crossfaded. This time. You'll hold that for another occasion

I don't notice how you've only taken one hit off this thing when I'm over, and I've accidentally repeated the mistake of not consciously thinking and instead hitting the thing like it's a cigarette (you remember the story I told you about one of my vapes I had, that because it was a cylindrical thing I did the same thing with that. You made sure this vape was the same)

You also remember me faux complaining how horny weed gets me

We're sat on the couch and I'm getting almost incessantly cuddly, definitely a lot more than just my usual like of you being the one touching me (you made the very short list of people I actually enjoy touching me, but you know I'm not someone who gets this touchy)

You test the waters.

As I'm laying against your side, head on your shoulder as we're watching something on the TV, you slowly wrap an arm around my waist. I don't say anything- which is good. You know if I'm not liking something I make it very much known the second it's going on. Sure that might make some think I'm a bitch, but it definitely works in your favor for knowing exactly how to get your hooks in me.

I still don't say anything when your hand wraps around to rest on my belly, and when it brushes lower you just hear a whine followed by me burying my now more flush face into your neck. Oh yeah, that weed's definitely working its magic.

You pull me onto your lap, and I don't stop you. I'm already halfway gone- but the fact I don't fuss is still a good sign. You wanna be able to get your hands wherever you want them to be.

You pull more whines from me as you get bolder. Thighs, hips, I don't even stop you when you inch your way to my tits. All I have in me is to whine because I've gotten to that level of high where I'm little more than a ragdoll that can feel what you're doing.

You continue to make mental notes, too, about which places get me to whine the most. The answer is a tie between inner thighs and my tits for now.

It's hard for me to move, but after a bit you realize I'm pathetically trying to rut my hips into yours where you pulled me to be straddled in your lap. Everything you're doing just feels so good, I can't help it. You take it as a greenlight to go further.

You manage to get me down to my bra and panties, my panties being soaked from your touch and the weed. Though, when getting things off, you realize I'm starting to sober up a bit and pressure me to take another couple hits to put me back down. And just one for yourself- why not?

Actually, those additional hits? You decide to shotgun them to me. You haven't actually kissed me through this, and it's something you've been dying to do. Perfect excuse, right? Besides, your tolerance is definitely sturdier than mine in the weed department, you'll be just fine.

And, it didn't seem like I was complaining much when I tried to lean into you while doing them.

You've got me right where you want me. High out of my absolute gourd and perfectly pliant and wet. This isn't the final step of your plan, but it is definitely a crucial part.

You pick me up to scoot me around, where I have my back to you. You then get your cock out from your jeans- which is almost painfully hard at this point- and you pick me up by my hips. You carefully move my panties to the side and are slow at letting me back down on your cock. It's a little hard when I feel so good to be inside of, but you don't wanna scare me... today. And you know I'm funny about sudden movements and such.

I whine and moan with every inch. And fuck if I don't feel full. Tears spill from my eyes- not because I'm in pain, but because I feel too fucking good.

... something about me in tears turns you on more and I can feel your cock twitch inside me from it. I don't question it- hell, I can't even fucking think at all with how high and how deep in the pleasure you got me.

There's a few minutes where I'm just warming your cock before you start fucking me in earnest. Your hands are easily getting me close to cumming already and the only other thing you're doing is playing with my tits. I'm leaning my head back against you, and then you realize I'm fucking drooling on myself. How cute that I'm that brain dead at the moment. It doesn't take much more for me to let out a sharper whine and for my pretty cunt to be tightening on you.

And that's only the first in several you get me to- and you're rather proud of yourself. You've heard me bitch and moan about how everyone else I've slept with couldn't get me to cum even once, not without me doing 90% of the work on my own pleasure. Which at that point I might as well have just been masturbating, really.

And maybe when I'm reflecting later, I'll chalk up the fact you "forgot" a condom to both of us being high and impulsive. I wanna see the best in you at this point- I don't think twice about it.

You absolutely did it on purpose though.

You know my silly little self has frequent and horrendous bouts of baby fever and I let slip at one point about my god awful breeding kink. If you're the one to fulfill that wish, with how things are going? I don't get a choice in if I stick with you or not, not really anyway.

You rut your hips up into me as deep as you get when you cum inside me, maybe a small whine from yourself as you bury your face in my hair and grip me tight around my torso. Just the feeling of you cumming tips me over one final time too- all the better chances for your seed to take, then.

We sit still for a long minute, and then you carefully pull me up and off and set me to the side for a second while you put your dick up. Once taken care of, you carry me back up to your room. Dolls are meant to be held by the people who claim them, aren't they?

And you remember when I was yapping about medical facts about how being held releases oxytocin- the love chemical. And you were definitely gonna use that shit against my touch starved ass.

You get woken up by me a couple of times in the night, but it wasn't anything that breeding me again didn't fix for at least a little while. I couldn't help waking up whining and wet and more than ready for another round- even if this was definitely something I'd never ordinarily do. And who were you to say no to your pretty fuckdoll, all cute like that even if I was still absolutely high as balls?

I'm still a little high in the morning- but I'm functional. I only kinda half remember things, but I don't seem upset in any capacity. Which was good, it means everything you've been doing has been working like a charm. Hell, I openly express reluctance to get out of bed because that means being away from you which is all the better.

A couple weeks go by, and sure you use condoms while I'm sober, but it also doesn't take very long for me to start getting nauseous in the mornings.

You convince me to move in, for a plethora of reasons of course. And now you really have me where you want me.

Loving, clingy, and carrying your baby.

[ceilidho]

The catfish price things is giving me vibes of “I’ll make her pay for daring to play with me like that, I’m a god damn respected man” and then just stalking her for a few days until he finds the perfect opportunity to make the pretty little thing pay, maybe take *real* pictures of her, after he messed her up pretty cute, filled up holes.

"Oh, you're fine," John clucks, verging on dismissive when she tries to twist out of his grasp again. He yanks her back by her hips before she's managed to wriggle even an inch away, relishing in the sound of her ensuing yip.

She squeals from where she's bent over the back of the couch, little feet kicking out, her painted toes barely grazing the floor. Her pleas come out garbled, muffled by the ring gag in her mouth. It's more than fair after what she's put him through. As much as John enjoys the sound of her pleasure, he prefers this, only the squelching sound of her pussy every time he fills it up and her pathetic little mewls.

He likes the way she looks like this. Hands bound at the wrist, toes curling and flexing every time he bottoms out, still a bit too tight to take him to the root. She clenches deliciously around his length, tighter than sin, hotter than hell. Everything he'd imagined she'd be like in the weeks since they started chatting online. The only thing he's thought about since the first time she messaged him unprompted and he laid eyes on the sweet thing smiling back at him from the photo next to her name.

"Miserable little thing," he murmurs, fingers squeezing into her hips hard enough to bruise. He'll have to tend to those later when they bloom. "After everything I've done."

John likes to think that he's a good man, but even his patience has its limits. He can handle being blown off once or twice, but five times in a month? While still brazenly asking him to send her another month's worth of rent? If he's going to be taken for a sucker, then he thinks some taking of his own is well deserved. Earned, even. He's paid three times over for the wet peach between her legs.

No one would call him the most technologically adept, but what he lacks in know how, he makes up for in resources. It hadn't taken him long to find her - or, more accurately, it hadn't taken the intelligence analyst whose shoulders John had held in an ever intensifying grip long to find her. After that, all he'd had to do was put in for his leave and pack an overnight bag before plugging her coordinates into phone.

"C'mon, 'nough of that. Can't push a man this much without expecting him to snap."

She wails something unintelligible behind the gag, but he's long learned to tune her protests out. She'd been full of them when he'd barged into her apartment earlier, steamrolling past her. The display of innocence would've been more impressive if he weren't in such a foul mood, in no right mind to hear the woman that'd been bleeding him dry for weeks claim to have never so much as heard his name before.

He lets go of her hip just long enough to pull his phone from his back pocket, sliding the camera open and framing everything from the line of her back to the soft curve of her ass. The soft shutter of his camera is loud enough for her to crane her neck back, eyes going wide at the sight.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," John tuts, tossing his phone away and bearing down over her until he can run his nose down the sweaty line of her neck. She shakes when he widens his stance, seconds from letting his mind go blank while he thrusts into her like a rutting bull. "You'll get yours too."

[doujindungeon]

Hello! I hope i’m not too late to request something, but could you write a little something for carlos sainz where the reader is pregnant and he has a lactation kink? i LOVED your recent carlos fic😮‍💨🔥

AHHHH ANON UR FINE UR ACTUALLY MY FIRST F1 REQUEST EVER AND I'M SO THANKFUL TO YOU!!! 🥹🩷🙇‍♀️ I'm glad to see another mama milk enthusiast so I'm going to make sure your prompt gets its proper Carloscium!!! 🥛🌶️

You should have known something was up when Carlos insisted on having breakfast via room service.

Your husband's love for feasting in the morning knew no bounds with stacks of pancakes, piles of bacon and ham, and a hearty helping of hollandaise sauce.

And a drink to wash it all down, of course.

But with him mentioning that he didn't want to over-exert you with a walk to and from the hotel buffet--especially since you just recently arrived at Melbourne to support his first race of the season--along with the splendid spread of breakfast delights meant for three set out on the table of the living room of your grand hotel suite, you didn't think too much on any ulterior motives.

Up until you heard him sigh out loud in lament.

"Damn, I forgot to order a drink."

At first, you thought his remark was borne out of innocence but as you bit into a forkful of a strawberry, one look at your husband's darkened stare and his extremely weak attempt at hiding the grin that was forming on his lips practically shouted out his wicked scheme.

"Carlos..." You eyed him warily.

Bringing a hand up to his throat, Carlos began to cough aggressively, his voice taking on a raspier effect. "Ahh mi amor, how parched I am. I don't think I can go through another day this season without some sweet mama milk--"

Another strawberry was plunged into your mouth, your lips forming into a pout as you chewed. "At least let me finish breakfast first."

His coughing immediately halted as he smiled toothily from ear to ear. "Of course, of course."

And while you proceeded on with finishing up your food, it did not escape you that your husband was much too busy watching you eat with both adoration and a certain kind of hunger in his eyes to even bother picking up his fork.

You knew by the time he got around to actually partaking in his pancakes, they would undoubtedly be cold.

After all, Carlos opted to have the warmth of his mouth envelop the plump softness of your breasts instead once he eventually hauled you back to bed.

Cushioned comfortably against a stack of pillows, you were left to sigh in pleasured relief by the ravenous eagerness of your husband's lips.

Noisily and messily, he drank from your nipple, milk spilling down his chin with every greedy suckle, the bristles of his stubble scratching over the skin of your breast. With him nestled so close by, you could also feel the stiff, rigid bulge of his cock press against your side, furthered by him continually rutting his hips over and over.

"Do you know how much you've been driving me crazy lately, princessa?" was the muffled question he posed to you in-between gulps and slurps.

How difficult it was to keep a steady, composed tone.

"How so, Carlos?"

The hand that he affectionately had resting on top of your rounded belly moved to cup your other breast, his large palm kneading gently against your leaky nipple, your milk staining his skin.

"These big pretty tits of yours. When I woke up this morning and saw them spilling out of your nightgown--" He drew back away from your chest to stare right into your eyes as he declared lowly, "I've been dying to have them spill in my mouth."

You found yourself trembling in delight at his words, your thighs squeezing together as you felt heat shoot straight down to your core.

The last time you saw such a feral look in his eyes was the very night of your honeymoon as he resolved to get you pregnant after he carried you into your hotel suite and kicking the door firmly behind him shut.

It was then that he brought his hand to his mouth, his gaze remaining locked with yours as he began to lick his palm clean of your milk.

"Our baby's so lucky--they're going to be spoiled with such a delicious drink," he purred, his lips cracking into a smile as he dragged his tongue right over his middle and index fingers over and over until they were slick with his spit.

It was an action that left you curious, but the answer would soon reveal itself as Carlos planted his mouth right on your breast once again while his hand flew beneath the hem of your nightgown to delve straight between your thighs, his calloused fingertips seeking the slick heat of your cunt.

Savoring the taste of your milk once again along with precious whines he quickly elicited from your lips, he hummed out with bliss, "Meanwhile I get to spoil their mama and give her what she wants and needs anytime. How lucky I am, yeah?"

Needless to say, Carlos's forgetfulness during breakfast--and eventually lunch and dinner--became a reoccurring matter all throughout the rest of your pregnancy.

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thank you sweet anon for your prompt!!! 🥹❤️🥰 i'm still open for requests btw so to anyone interested, please feel free!!!

[mid-sweettalk]

Hello! what’s up? good thing you have a tumblr and you’re open to questions because I’m a nosey mouse about fanfics I like 💀

Sooo earlier today I was re-reading the first two chapters of stuck safe (great stuff, it still hits just right) and suddenly I got curious about something- No idea if you’ve been asked this already or if it’s mentioned later in the fic and I just forgot, but well hopefully I’m not being annoying by bringing this up:

I assume galinda in stuck safe has dated or has had sexual partners before, hmm that’s what I think because she’s rather calm while helping elphie and then when receiving oral. I guess what I’m asking is: has galinda dated (and had sex in the relationship) or had casual sex more than a couple times before? Would you say she’s experienced or like she just did the most basic once or twice with somebody and that’s about it?

Also, now I’m more curious lol regarding that, how would you say were galinda’s relationships or sexual/romantic experiences before elphie? Like was she serious about them or more like ehh just having fun kinda vibe?

Could be that you never thought about any of those things before, which would be fine too, like I said I’m just nosey about fanfics I like, sorry lol If you give any extra info about stuck safe gelphie is a win for me!

Love your writing, so happy you keep on expanding the universes of your fics, it’s so fun to read every update! ❤️

Hi there! thanks so much for asking, i love getting questions ♥ you're not being annoying at all, please feel free to ask anything any time!

I don't believe it's been addressed yet, actually. I've thought about it in general, but not fleshed-out, so this will be fun to write down! Once Brighter Days is over, i'll be delving a bit more into Galinda's past regarding her trauma, so I might mention some of this when I write that one :)

Galinda has dated before, but not had sex--consensually, at least, as we know she's sa'd before she presented. She's never trusted herself to keep her instincts under control--and she's never trusted anyone else enough to not judge her if she were to change her mind or back out in the middle of it.

I'd say she's dated two, maybe three boys before coming to Shiz--hence the mindset that Elphie is still just a friend even after they've had sex. She's made out with a few of her girl-friends before, as teenagers and especially after she presented. I could see her having the experience of her friends being curious about sex and feeling safer to experiment with Galinda since she was a girl, as well, but Galinda would always stop it when things drifted into more sexual territory, insecure in her body and its reaction to everything, terrified that she would lose control if things went too far, even though all the other girls were Betas.

Galinda left a couple of sleepovers early, embarrassed and in tears, before she stopped going to sleepovers altogether.

So, things with girls were never serious, but things with boys never went far, either. She'd claim she was waiting until marriage, though her virginity was stolen from her years before--no touching below the belt, at least on her part--she probably gave a handjob or two later in high school. But her body never responded the same way with the boys that it had with the girls; she'd always assumed that it was because of her trauma, that it was something that she'd just needed to keep trying at so she could get over it. Obviously, that's not the case, but she doesn't realize that until Elphie comes along--and even for a while after, as we see when Fiyero first arrives at Shiz that she's still convincing herself that she can be happy with a man.

She tried to be happy in her few relationships with boys, she really did, but it just never worked out and she couldn't quite figure out why nothing ever clicked with them.

Until she goes into rut at Shiz and all she can think about is Elphie. That definitely opened her eyes a bit lol.

Thank you so much for the ask, and for loving SS so much that you're rereading!! This was so fun to think about, and I can't wait to put a bit of it into the Galinda-trauma oneshot lol ♥

[elisedonut]

Yeah so just scrolling and seeing your post about Colin/Percy and wanting Colin to top him and suddenly my head is full of all the things I was thinking when I read your perclin fic and maybe it's because I've been reading a lot of omegaverse lately but damn, I'm still stuck on alpha Colin and omega Percy.

Because idk I just feel like it's so unlikely and hot. Like bossy omega Percy being all caring over Colin who's just a big puppy ahhhhh

so yeah still stuck on that power bottom x soft top + a/o dynamics lol

Oh no i get it completely

ive also been thinking about that alot too ksdfj

actually this is the perfect opportunity to talk about some of my thoughts

Overall I'm so with you on their dynamic being very power bottom x soft top it's very fun!

I'm really interested in the idea of the "Unlikely" in Unlikely Alpha Colin being very literal and him presenting super late like I'm talking he himself was convinced he was a beta because even nearing 20 he's never had any signs of any sort of presentation

Like my thought process here is that it would be an easy way to pull them together if Percy inadvertently triggered his first rut

Because of like a true mates type of situation thing

Like hear me out here

Post war Colin Lives obv obv

He get's invited to the Burrow or is the main photographer for some event that Percy would also be attending or something

Point is it's something that puts them near one another for at least a little while. Like I think it could arguably work if its just a quick run in but then you lose out on the fun of Percy realizing it you know?

Like for the Burrow for example Percy doesn't show up until a little while after Colin so at first everything feels fine. Normal. But then Percy is there and things are not so normal anymore and Colin's feeling steadily warmer. Something smells so sweet and he just wants to follow it. The closer he get's to Percy to worse it seems to get but it feels so nice in a way. Makes his head kinda foggy.

Like he tries to talk to him but ends up crowding him more and more because he keeps wanting the scent to be stronger and stronger. Until he's almost in Percy's lap, which Percy only really notices when Colin does actually attempt to crawl on top of him.

Because he was a bit distracted with how interested Colin seemed to be with what he had to say and was probably distracting himself from family stuff.

Colin hasn't actually presented yet. So scent wise he's still pretty light. Like he doesn't really clock as not a beta until his rut actually starts but there is something about it (and his behavior) that have warning bells ringing in Percy head regardless

but more then anything he's worried because yeah he knows the signs. He knows that in about 10 minutes things are going to go south very quick so he keeps looking at the kitchen trying to will himself to say something to get someone's attention but the longer he sits there with him the better Colin smells and it's just getting more difficult

I also like the concept of one of Percy's siblings trying to pull Colin away from him and Colin legit growling at them for their efforts. Causing Colin to snap out of it a little bit it doesn't last at all but for a split second he's just so confused.

yeah idk i think it's fun because it can have Colin being even more Puppy coded due to the inexperience he has with the situation so the emotions and feelings are even stronger even after the rut ends

So he has less experience dealing with like the jealously and territorial-ness compared to others his age.

If Percy would let him he would just sit and scent him for hours every time he saw him but Percy always makes him stop after a while

and a fun like

why is this happening moment

like is this normal? are there alot of Betas in a similar situation? where they just won't present unless they find their true mate? What Causes it? Is it like a genetics thing? A new mutation? A like switch type of sorts that just presents to be compatible with their mate when they find them?

Also it can have that whole Percy leading him and helping him get through his first few ruts kind of thing which is very nice imo

Point is, fun!

[honeybeefae]

Thank you for the birthday wishes! Here is a teaser for an Azriel fic to compensate for my absence! <3

I've gotten all the birthday messages and I am so, so happy. You guys make me smile and make me feel great even on my worst days. I love you all.

I am sorry the next chapter of THATH is not out yet, hit a bit of writer's block, but I do have something to make up for it! Consider it a birthday gift from me to you!

I recently got an ask about a one bed trope with Azriel and man...it has come together BEAUTIFULLY. I will be posting it tonight, hopefully within the next few hours, but here is just a teaser ;)

This is an 18+ smut fic!! Enjoy this sneak peek! ily <3

He had already stripped down to his leathers, chest bare and wings tucked in as he waited for you. The moon was just rising in the sky and the whole scene was like something out of your darkest dreams. You had to remind yourself to breathe as you looked everywhere but him.

“Bathroom’s free, have at it.” You mumbled with a white-knuckled grip on the towel. Azriel turned to you, surprised to see you out that fast, only to stop midstep. His eyes roamed your frame slowly, trailing the small beads of water that were still dripping down your leg as you fiddled with your pajamas.

There was a small grunt of acknowledgment before he stalked to the bathroom, almost slamming the door off its hinges as he shut it. You were just thankful for the silence, taking in a gulping breath while throwing your pajamas on as quickly as possible.

You could finally relax when you heard the water turn on, cursing under your breath as the image of him burned in your mind. The entire day had been fine until now, your body aching with need as your thoughts turned dirty.

It had been a while since you had sex with someone or yourself. You were busy with this or that, trying to catch up on sleep whenever possible, and feeling guilty when your thoughts drifted to a certain Illyrian who was currently bathing himself. 

Surely you could allow yourself this small reprieve, right?

One of your hands ghosted down your chest as you imagined his large hands soaping up his arms, his chest, and his stomach. They would go down lower and lower until he got his cock, not being able to resist the urge to tease himself which would make him groan out.

Your panties were already wet when you got down to them, all rational thought being left at the door as you slid a single digit down your sex. It immediately had your back arching off the bed, the pad of your finger circling your clit to tease you just like Azriel was teasing himself.

The thought had you closing your eyes, wanting to lose yourself in the fantasy as much as you could. He would groan out your name, standing up to get a better angle as his nostrils flared. You could see the muscles of his neck tighten as he spat on his dick, fucking into his hand as he imagined it was you.

And just as he was doing that in your thoughts, you were starting to fuck yourself in return. Two of your fingers were thrusting in and out of you sloppily, the heel of your hand pressing on your clit as you rutted up, wishing it was Azriel’s cock instead. 

You could already feel yourself getting close, and the man in your head was also. His wings were now flared out as he growled your name, head falling back as he spilled his seed into the air. A sharp intake of breath and you were on the edge, biting down so hard on your tongue to keep from calling out. It was within your grasp.

Until you heard the bathtub drain. 

[pokebiologist]

Yo, Professor! If you have a minute, could you help me out? I'm an aspiring Backpacker, and I'd like some help planning a team.

I have asthma and dyspraxia, but I'm also one of the toughest cookies in my family, and my strength is a huge point of pride for me. I'm hoping to have at least one Pokemon that can help me work with my disabilities, and another that can help me train. I'm also autistic and have chronic depression, so if there's anything that would help with sensory issues or could keep me to my routine (without getting stuck in a rut), that'd be a nice bonus.

My main types are Grass, Ghost, and (my favorite) Bug, but I know Fighting types would probably be more useful for training in the long run. Ecology has always been one of my favorite things, and as unsettling as they can be, there really in something beautiful about the food chain and cycles of decay. Returning to the Earth, and all that. And with Bugs... It's like there's a whole other world, right under our feet, in the trees, in the dirt! It's really not as alien as people think; you just have to pay attention and be kind to little creatures. I also have an interest in Fairy types and the folklore associated with them, especially those with more... Y'know, sinister legends.

Journey-wise, I'd like to travel around the region and explore wild areas, especially forests and any sort of abandoned structures. I don't know if I want to leave my region, realistically, since it would be harder to get back home in case of an emergency, but at some point, if I've got everything under control, I'd like to visit Kalos, or maybe Galar. I've heard there are some pretty strange creatures living in the woods out there.

Thank you in advance for your help! I have quite a bit of experience with caring for domestic Pokémon, but adventuring is a different beast entirely, and I want to make sure I can tackle it safely.

It sounds like you have an awesome adventure ahead of you! And I love your love for Bug-Types, they truly do not deserve the amount of fear and hate they get.

This was a fun challenge, and I want to be as transparent with my thought process as possible, just in case I make a mistake:

My first thought is to recommend you a duo team of Orbeetle and Leavanny. Both are very capable Bug-Types known for their personality, intelligence, and versatility in battle. Plus, both have access to moves such as Calm Mind, Rest, and Helping Hand, making them innately capable of acting as service Pokémon for helping with mental illness. Orbeetle is unorthodox for a service Pokémon, but they are good at anticipating the needs of their trainers and are easily capable of supporting a person's body with telekinesis (no physical contact in case of sensory overload) should you need balance assistance, or any help with fine motor skill tasks. Furthermore, Leavanny is known for its altruistic tendencies, and many Bug-Type specialists speak to their role as emotional support companions even with no training to do so. As an added bonus, both Sewaddle and Blipbug are quite easy to come by regardless of your region. Bug enthusiasts and breeders regularly hold conventions to show off the Pokémon they raise and get into contact with potential adopters, and these two species are favorites to show.

Another viable team option would be Grimmsnarl and Heracross. Both are very powerful Pokémon who enjoy training and are hardy enough to adventure through many different types of terrain. Notably, both are species that are intimidating in appearance and ability, but are known for their gentle giant dispositions and loyalty to their trainers. Of course, raising an Impidimp can be a challenge, but the evolutionary line is very dexterous and capable of helping their trainer with all manner of physical tasks. What this team boasts in environmental adaptability for journeys, it does lack somewhat in ability to help with symptoms of mental illness (beyond acting as emotional support companions).

Depending on your own preferences and goals for the future, I think any one of the four aforementioned Pokémon would make a great companion and service Pokémon for you. I wish you luck on your journey!

-Thea

[toiletwipes]

Okay but imagine you find one of the cameras while he's at your place. You've gone into your room to get a sweater bc its cold and you spot it, and decide to give whoever planted it a show later once he leaves.

A few hours later, you've taken a shower, and had been prepping your hole for what's to come. You grab your favourite dildo, and a vibrater. You insert the vibe first, tantalizingly low and on your desk chair, so the camera can see it well. After setting it to max, you move it to your clit, and moved to sit on the dildo, it's blue silicon now covered in your slick.  As you fuck yourself relentlessly, moan fill the air as you pant, and you find yourself moaning wilbur's name, wishing he was there, that it was his cock filling you up so fully.

He was surprised, but couldn't resist the heat that built up,

And with you, so loudly, praising his dick, and how good he feels fucking you, he palms himself. Grabbing the lube he keeps by the bedside, and pulls his length out from his pants, and slicks it up before making quick work of himself. He moans your name, wishing he had stayed to watch you wreck yourself, to rail you himself. He found himself watching you closely, watching how you pleasure yourself to store the information for later use. He came with you, both moaning the other's name and they wished they could be together, that wilbur was there for you to fuck, for you to rut against. 

The next time you invited him over, he was a mess, while you seemed so chill, so normal, so....casual. He wasn't any of those, he could only think of the show, of your hair wet and water dripping down your body as you thrusted yourself on the blue cock. You snapped in front of his face

"Are you okay? You seem a bit oof?" Oh why did you have to be so genuine, so caring, so lovely?

"I'm fine! I'm just....." I just want to be touch you, be with you, breed you, own you, "I'm just a bit tired, may be coming down with something,  maybe" he finished

"Do you want to rest in my room for a bit? I can make you some tea, if that'll help" Oh god you are so kind, so perfect,  so wonderful.

"Yes....yes please " you walked him to your bed, and made sure he was comfortable, even adding your favourite stuffie that smelt so much of you from how much you cuddle it. He knew he was in trouble once he too, cuddled it once you left, because he bucked slightly against. He could hear you wash the kettle, and tried to remember how long it usually took you to make tea....almost thirty minutes, he thinks.  He can probably relieve himself in that time. He quickly moved so he was positioned on top of your stuffed pink puppy doll, and rolled his hips, already feeling the heat become unbearable.

All he smelt was you, and idea of his scent mixing with yours as he fucked himself on the puppy doll was intoxicating.  He's seen you cuddle it, almost every night, he sometimes wished it was him, once again.

He came, much faster than he thought, just as the kettle started to whistle. 

You poured the water into his cup, and one for yourself. Placing tea bags in to steep, you covered them, and went to check on the sick boy.

You discovered him roughly humping your doll, a doll you've had since you were 8, and covering his mouth to hide his moans. That's when everything clicked, the cameras were his, he wasn't sick, he was horny. He watched you masturbate to the thought of him. You left to check on the tea, glad he didn't notice you there, watching him with your pussy becoming slick and thighs squeezing themselves in want of friction.

Adding sugar and cream to his, you decided, why not? He was already fucking himself, you could make this more fun, and you had a devious idea. Moving to a spice cabinet,  you were glad you had a witch phase in high school, and that you remember which spices you need to make an aphrodisiac.  Hopefully, you could pretend to be innocently giving him tea, and he can rut himself into such a horny state that he's forced to ask you for relief.  This would be fun.

-poppy (this is the thing I've been working on!!! I hope you like it. I'm not the best writer yet)

ALDJSJDJDH I DO LIKE IT, LOVE IT, THIS IS

OH MY GOD.

The first part, yes of course, put on that show y/n. And the second half with simpbur??? unable to control himself and be decent?? absolutely amazing.

AND APHRODISIACS??? I'm dead. Bestie I AM DEAD.

And shut up you are so good at writing, this just proves it even more. Thank you so much poppy for sharing this with us!!!

[exuber]

Day 02: Against a Wall - The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Female Reader || pre-canon/pre-The Mandalorian plot line

Summary: You are a private sex worker, and the Mandalorian -- your favorite client -- pays you a visit.

Warnings: 18+ only, p in v sex, language, sex work/prostitution, sense deprivation (sight, doesn't go too into detail), rough sex

A/N: sorry, i know this is nearly 2 days late!! i've had a very busy weekend ;; also this is like 1,430 words long oops.

“You know the drill.”

The familiar modulated voice sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. The voice alone makes something giddy and sweet stir low in your belly. Your legs clench, briefly, before you finally turn to face your favorite client.

“Hey, Mando. Been a while. Work taking you far away from me?” You pout, playful, as you rummage through your drawer for the blindfold. Mando, meanwhile, says nothing, but you don’t miss the slight twitch of his gloved fingers. It’s satisfying to think that you have even an ounce of the impact on him that he has on you. Because, if you’re being honest with yourself, the sight of the Mandalorian standing at your doorway is already making you wet.

He’s tall, and broad, so broad. Sure, he’s not the tallest of your clients, but that doesn’t matter, because no one else exudes danger the way the Mandalorian does. You can’t read his expression behind his beskar helmet, the t-shaped visor giving nothing away. His rust-colored armor is worn, his dark cape tattered, the arsenal of weapons strapped to his body a constant reminder that he is not to be fucked with.

He approaches you, gait slow and swaggering, and reaches his hand out, palm up. You drop the piece of fabric into his hand, eyes trained on his visor the entire time. The blindfold is just a precaution, you know. He’s never taken his helmet off with you; you don’t think he takes it off for anyone. No one is allowed to see the man behind the helmet. You think it has something to do with his creed -- he’s never told you, and you never ask. The first time he paid you a visit, he snatched your wrists up in one gloved hand when you traced the planes of his helmet. It was a warning, one you heed more out of respect for your client than the fear of your life.

Besides, the helmet has become… something of a turn on for you.

Before you can blink, he whips you around by your hip so that your back is to him. The sudden movement makes you gasp, but like he said before, you know the drill. You close your eyes as Mando brings the blindfold over them. Once tied, he guides you forward to the nearest wall and pushes you up against it. You place your hands on the wall in front of you to brace yourself when you feel his hands leave your body.

This is the part that kills you, the part that thrills you. No sight, and you can’t hear anything but your breathing. So quiet you’d think he up and left if it weren’t for the way the hairs on the back of your neck stood. You could feel him hovering behind you, the very threat of him being so close, of knowing he’s watching you… it makes the very core of you ache for the bounty hunter.

“You’re shirt. Take it off”

You gulp, and slowly bring the shirt over your head before dropping it to the ground. A shiver passes through your body, both from the chill gracing your bare skin and from anticipation.

“Touch yourself. Don’t turn around.”

The command halts your movement as you begin to turn away from the wall. “Don’t you want to see, Mando?” You wiggle your ass a bit, teasing. It’s worth it when you hear the static-y sound of a grunt.

“I can see just fine. Touch yourself.”

You bite your lip and trail your hand down your stomach and into your pants. Your whole body quakes as soon as the tip of your middle finger brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s enough to spur you on, and you continue to play yourself, rubbing small circles around your clit. You arch your back so that your clothed breasts are pressed up against the wall and your ass juts out even more -- for Mando’s viewing pleasure, beckoning him to just touch you already.

A couple of excruciating moments pass with Mando watching as your moans escalate, until, finally, neither of you can wait for the other any longer. He presses up against you, pressing you more firmly against the wall, and you can feel him through the fabric of both your clothes, how enticingly hard he is against your ass. It sends a thrill right through you and you moan at the contact, excitement spreading through to your already wet underwear.

The hand you were using to pleasure yourself finds its way back to the wall to steady yourself. He ruts up against you, none-too-gently, and you beg without words to feel him without the obtrusions. He tears off the garment supporting your breast first. The sudden contact of the cold wall against your stiff nipples stings, making you hiss in pleasure. You abruptly throw your hip back to meet his next thrust, impatient, because you can’t fucking wait anymore, you’re ready for him, you need him inside you. Your pussy is absolutely throbbing at his absence.

There’s a sharp intake of breath from beneath the helmet, and by the way he tightens his grip on you, you know you’re about to get what you want.

There’s a brief struggle as you both come to undo your pants, and you can’t tug them down fast enough. At some point during the fumbling of garments, he must’ve unzipped his own pants because you feel his erection, hot and hard, sliding up against your backside.

“Please, Mando, please, what are you waiting f-”

The words stutter to a stop when you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance. And then he’s sliding in, widening you, and it’s effortless because of how wet you are but still gradual -- he’s just so fucking thick and your walls tigthen around him, welcoming, welcoming, full until he presses up against that delicious spot and your eyes roll up into your skull-

“Oh, stars--!”

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back in again. He repeats the movement, gradually increasing the pace with each thrust and making you sing in bliss. But he’s not one to savor once he’s inside you. No, all the torture was done beforehand. He makes you ache with want just by looking at you. He’ll drag it out as long as he wants, as long as he can. But once he’s inside you, his impatience matches your own and it’s not long until he’s fucking you, truly fucking you into the wall with rough quick motions.

Tears sting your eyes, you’re so close, it’s building and building and he feels so fucking good inside you, you can never have enough of him. He pants behind you, the sound coming out static-y and it makes you clench down and around him. His movements become jerky, short, quick, but still rough rough rough, his grip tattooing itself into your skin. And then you’re cumming, head thrown back as a ragged shout escapes you.

One, two, three more delectable pumps and he’s joining you, releasing himself inside. He’s pressed entirely up against you now, completely crowding you against the wall. His helmet comes to rest on the wall beside your head -- you can feel the cool of it on the left side of your temple -- as he continues to cum. The pulsing of his throbbing member makes you whimper; you’re spent, legs shaking, full to the brim with the Mandalorian’s cock and his seed but your cunt has the audacity to crave more.

When he finally pulls out, you feel his cum and yours drip down your inner thighs. Before you can collapse into a quivering heap, he’s pulling you towards your bed with a gentleness that reminds you why he’s your favorite client; He’s intimidating and rough when he visits but he doesn’t treat you like an object to be discarded despite this being a job for you and a release for him.

You lay back on the bed and try to catch your breath. Mando, still standing, tries to do the same, though more subtle. The rise and fall of his chest is barely perceptible; he’s already building back up the stoic armor that was briefly displaced just moments before. He’s already tucked himself back into his pants. You try not to be disappointed that you couldn’t taste him today.

The Mandalorian fishes some credits out of one of the pouches strapped to him and places it on the table beside your bed. You smirk up at him.

“Always a pleasure, Mando.”

He nods once and turns to leave without looking back.

[leefi]

Starira MBTI III - Frontier

1. Seisho

2. Siegfeld

3. Frontier

4. Rinmeikan

Aruru Otsuki: ENFP

Just go and reread Karen’s entry.

FJDKSLDKL in all seriousness leaps and bounds of Ne from both of them. There’s a reason they often catch themselves saying the same things and why Karen sees so much of herself in Aruru. Not only are they both Ne doms, they’re the exact same type! Ne and Fi together hold that naturally sunny and joyful disposition they both have, and that extreme, passionate love for the people they’re close to. And her Ne may be even higher off the charts than Karen’s. From the entirety of Captain Twins, to improvising lines on stage with Misora as kids, to being the embodiment of Frontier’s free-spirit, pioneering nature - all of this is extroverted intuition, chasing at every possibility under the sun, no matter how absurd it may seem. Her STRONG tertiary Te -- which is much stronger than Karen's, by the way -- supports her dominant Ne, and this is where her gung-ho attitude comes from. “We have to write our own play?? No problem, wheel out the whiteboard! Nobody has an idea yet?? That’s fine, I’ll throw one out and get the ball rolling! Misora and I need three more people for our play? What are we waiting for, let’s go find them!!” All of this is tertiary extroverted Thinking, implementing your ideas out in the world.

Misora Kano: ISTP

She is so compelling!!! I wish we got to see more out of her!! She's already cultivated so many of her talents (and her function stack is pretty strong for such a young age too) - she'd really shine if you just gave her the spotlight! The second ISTP in this series who had her inferior Fe develop super early due to having 1) a ton of siblings and working with so many people from such a young age and 2) a gf with Fi in her dom/aux slot. I’m gonna start with her Fe again because, like Futaba’s, it’s so strong for how young she is - she is quicker to pay attention to social convention than Fi-aux Aruru, scolding her whenever she refers to older Karen by her first name, for example (don't let her see Aruru call Akira -chan). We see aux Se in how energetic and in the moment she is - she grew up acting and doing backstage work and helping her family with their troupe, and we never really see her stuck in her head or wondering about things that aren’t in the here-and-now. Her partnership with ENFJ Michiru to create a new Troupe is going to be SO SO GOOD in the future. They really are going to draw the best out of each other. As polar opposites, they have the exact same functions, just in reverse (like Karen and Junna, or Hikari and Ichie)! So Misora has Ti-Se-Ni-Fe, and Michiru has Fe-Ni-Se-Ti. It’s the perfect setup for them to complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Honestly, I really wish we saw more out of Misora - she deserves more than just being Aruru’s sidekick, and that Feeling function in her inferior slot (extroverted, no less) means that it’s difficult for her to communicate what exactly it is that she wants, both for herself and from others. Like with Mahiru, it’s intuitively hard for her to speak up and say “Hey, I feel like I’m being left behind”. Somebody needs to tap Aruru on the shoulder and communicate that to her - Fe-dom Tsukasa, maybe, or ideally, Misora herself. I think that she’s been kind of shouldered into the straight-man role not just by Aruru but everyone at Frontier because they all have such big personalities (like...she’s got Aruru and Lalafin taking up space, which is already more than enough), and she’s likely been in this position before. She’s been helping her parents run a troupe since she was a child, and now she’s (unfortunately) playing second fiddle to Aruru for the most part at Frontier. She’s been mostly stuck using her Ti and Se, and I really really hope that AA has us seeing her use more of that tertiary Ni and advocating for the goals she has for herself. She deserves to shine so much!!

One final note - I find it so interesting that both ISTPs in this series have such strong senses of faith - Misora is cast as the Faith arcana (and, unlike some of the other girls who are cast as the “opposites” of their personalities, Misora’s seems true to hers), and Futaba obviously has that reverent faith in Kaoruko (and is canonically religious???). It’s a bit antithetical to the ISTP personality type, which values its individuality above all else and tends to be a bit of a rebel. I don’t have much to add here - it’s just an interesting observation.

Shizuha Kocho: INFJ

Lalafin: The Count was such a great actor! I’m sure he would’ve been great on stage too…

Shizuha: Heh heh, maybe!

Shizuha: But still, he never went back to his original persona even after his revenge. He had to stay as the count for the rest of his life.

Shizuha: And he was able to do that because he was good at becoming other people.

Shizuha: ...Although I cannot say if that meant he was happy.

Lalafin: Even after his revenge, he still wasn’t happy...That’s one point of view to make his sadness stand out even more!

Shizuha: Right?...Yes. I think I’ll stick to how I’m doing things now.

THE!! LOVE!! OF!! MY!! LIFE!!!!!!! I CANNOT OVERSTATE ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE SHIZUHA KOCHO!!!! She was my first favorite character in the game (and still is!! But frontier gets no content :’)). As I said with Maya, INFJs are old souls - wise and idealistic, but typically reserved. Auxiliary extroverted Feeling shows up in how she suppresses herself so as not to intimidate or make others feel inferior - we see the exact same thing play out with INFJ sibling Koharu. She’s mysterious but amiable, kind and awe-inspiring - just like INFJ sibling Maya. And we see that token INFJ loneliness playing out with all three, as well. What I love most about Shizuha is that she’s a person of extremes. She is so cerebral and intelligent and dignified in a way that reminds you of Maya but she’s also so!!!! Fucked in the head!!!!! Ni doms baby!!!!!!! (I am fucking crazy. But i am free).

Unhealthy INFJs can develop this obsession with making themselves martyrs, and I don’t think I need to rehash out her AA conversation with Aruru (and her entire philosophy towards acting - see above quote) to get that across. I want to dive into this more. Truly I do. Shizuha deserves 10 pages of writing. But she is one of the last I'm writing and I've clicked through 3 different AA stories and accidentally found Rui and Yukko's first so I diverted and finished writing Yukko's entry and I've already spent so much time on this oh god the doc is already 18 pages single spaced uhhhh Shizuha my loveliest love I will write your character deep-dive later I prommy <333

(Also, seeing her synergy with Aruru is soo so cute. INFJ/ENFP supremacy!! Same dynamic as MayaKaren!)

Lalafin Nonomiya: ESFP

(Se dom).

She’s so athletic and energetic and in-the-moment and improvisational and quick on her feet (Se, Se, Se)! Fi over Ti aux because she has a much more subjective view of what’s “fun” - “what do I want to do? Where do I want to go? What kind of character do I want to play???". She’s got that trademark genki energy that so many ExFPs share, particularly that childlike zeal that she and ESFP sister Ichie both have. In her own way, Lalafin embodies Frontier’s pioneering, fun-loving spirit just as much as Aruru.

Tsukasa: Lupin is usually portrayed as mysterious and polished, no? But the way you perform him is more fresh and open -- almost like the main character from a children’s book.

Lalafin: Oh! Come to think of it, the book on Lupin I read when I was younger was written for kids!

Lalafin: It was about this big and had a realistic image of Lupin right on the cover!!

I don’t really have too much to add. She’s just a perfect embodiment of that excitable, fun-loving Se and Fi dom/aux duo. Childlike and simplistic-appearing at a first glance, but there's such a fire in there - just compare her to her ESFP twin Ichie!

Tsukasa Ebisu: ENFJ

I can see that use of Se - love of fashion, sweets, dancing, going out and enjoying life - yes, she had overprotective parents and could just be making up for lost time, but I think that nice material things are something she just genuinely enjoys for herself as well. So at first I thought ESFP, but we can’t ignore that enormously caring attitude she has for others and the way she gravitates towards caretaker roles, which indicates more Fe than Fi. So ENFJ it is! She has that Fe and Se, and we see that inferior Ti in how she struggled to realize something was wrong when she was trapped in the play. I love, love, loved her leading role in the Arise All You Sons event and how she and Yachiyo interacted to bring out the best in each other - we saw Yachi using a lot of that aux Ti to support Tsukasa’s inferior Ti and dominant Fe!

Her dominant Fe is SOOOO clear and contrasts to every other girl in Arise All You Sons. She’s the first to go “hey, wait, hold on - I’m not sure what (inferior Ti) but something about this feels artificial, and I don’t think it’s actually going to help the kids”. Inferior Ti/Dominant Fe speaks before thinking too - “Why did I say that?! Why did I do x?!” - it isn’t until aux Ti Yachiyo shows up to help her that she’s able to work through her thoughts. While she can get stuck in the rut of her own mind sometimes, Tsukasa is one of the most caring, empathetic, and mature characters in the series - and she does all this without sacrificing her own autonomy and individuality, which can be difficult for an Fe-dom to do.

[diorthesuperior]

Sharing is Caring

Vocal unit + y/n smut

“Sweetie they've heard us one too many times, these walls are pretty thin, not that they're complaining, don't be afraid, one extra person in bed won't make you too loud”

You let the warm breath escape your mouth, speechless.

“You said this would be us time but fine ”

+*+

“Are you sure she'll be okay” Joshua noted clearing his throat.

“Well she thinks she's about to have her first threesome and doesn't know there's 5 of us here so”

“Isnt it too much?..”

“Joshua don't underestimate my girl”

“My bad”

The atmosphere was quiet but the same thrill rushed in all 5 in the room. The vocal unit had neighbouring dorm rooms. However seungkwan had his own room with you since you were his girlfriend and you worked as a stylist under pledis. It was a known fact that the other members in the vocal unit could hear you and seungkwan most nights as you were both quite vocal in bed.

The door knob turned and the door slowly opened.

You walked in wearing a pair of black silk short shorts and a dark blue bralette. You had a robe draped over yourself, concealing yourself slightly but not enough.

“Hey baby I-”

You stalled and looked at all the faces that were glued to you.

“Sweetie I know there's more here than you anticipated but my friends here, you said you wanted to try new things and I was thinking maybe this”

“babe”

“Y/N”

You looked around at the faces you knew so well. Your relationships were innocent and friendly, this was a situation you couldn't have imagined ever.

Seungkwan walked over, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Sweetie it's alright if you don't want to I can tell them to leave ”

“N-No, let them stay”

Seungkwan turns towards the boys giving them hope. Followed by you removing your robe showing your glowy skin, prominent collarbones and a bit of cleavage.

“wow fuck” woozi mutters adjusting his position on his chair, manspreading.

“shes beautiful seungkwan” seokmin blushed.

“tell her that yourself, or show it” he smirked while pushing you on bed.

Your boyfriend was the best and always the sweetest but when it came to “bed time” he was a dom demon and fuck did it turn you on.

Seokmin looked deeply at Seungkwan, slightly questioning him through his eyes.

“You heard me, show my slut the love she deserves”

You sat up by the weight of you arms looking up at your boyfriend and then at seokmin who seemed a bit hesitant.

“Huh? Seokmin don't act like you haven't masturbated to the sound of her moans from your dorm”

Heat flushed straight to your face and core. This situation was unfamiliar and you felt guilt for feeling this kind of way by another man but you couldn't help it.

Seokmin sat beside you on the bed turning to pick you up, placing you on his thighs.

“Babygirl you smell so good”

He pushed your hair to the side of your neck, tucking the remaining strands behind your heated ears. He started sucking purple marks on your neck down to your collarbones reciting some breathy moans from you. His hands travelled your figure, resting on your arms as his thumbs rubbed slow circles into them.

He grabbed you by your chin and tilted it slightly down, inches away from eachother.

“I've wanted to mark you up for ages babygirl, thank you for letting me decorate your beautiful skin”

Before you could reply, his tongue was in your mouth fighting for dominance. His taste was sweet and his rhythm was so good. He left you breathless and needy when he pulled away to look at you.

You seemed to have forgotten your surroundings, enjoying every bit of seokmins affection. Seungkwan came over with a slightly red face. Seokmin moved you off his lap and walked back over to his seat, knowing very well seungkwan was about to do something.

“Sweetie you seemed to enjoy that too much, were you trying to make your boyfriend jealous? Isn't this supposed to be 'us time'?”

You gulped and put you head down unaware of what to say or react.

“Slut look at me or at least reply...fuck this I'll make you respond”

He roughly grabbed you and shoved you on to his thick thighs. Your face was towards him while the others got your backside. Your shorts had rode up exposing your ass, making the others react in all sorts of ways.

Joshua and Jeonghan were the quiet type but watching their members get you more and more riled up really got to them. The grunts and low moans made while they pumped themselves on the nearby chairs were sinful.

“Sweetie why don't you ride my thighs like the good slut you are, this can be a warm up. The boys always heard your reaction to this so show them how you ride my killer thighs”

His voice went down an octave and the teasing foreshadowing words made your core throb.

His hands squeezed your ass tightly, followed by a rough spank. The loudest moan rumbled from inside your chest. The members around hardened and watched in awe, muttering praises.

“Let my dirty slut hear your praise. She's so horny and wet for you all. She acted as if this was something she wasn't up for at the start but she's loving this so much. She likes it when others are watching”

You close your eyes tightly to hide your reaction. His hands shifted from your ass, up your thighs to your waist and pulled you in closer to straddle his lap. You moved your hips slightly, brushing up against his large hardened bulge. A loud whine choked from you from the stimulation of his white jeans against your slick sensitive pussy. Seungkwans hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, grabbing at the roots and pulling your head back so he can leave wet kisses on your new exposed skin.

“Looks like my sluts been marked already. Such a whore”

The throbbing between your legs continued as you hardly grinded on his bulge and thigh, pulling his soft hair which got a moan in response. His moans were like alcohol. Beautiful but made you more and more crazy. It made you want to cum there and then on his thighs.

As you listened to his breathy groans you continued to straddle his muscular thighs, everytime you rutted closer towards his bulge. Your chest rose up and down as you got more and more turned on, proving to be a great view to seungkwan. As you grounded yourself down on his thigh he touched your chest and teased soft kisses everywhere he could reach. One harsh movement and you were arching reaching closer, your chest in his face. He swiftly removed your bralette without restricting you of your movement on his thigh. He tensed his thigh making you yelp even more. His eyes caught contact with yours as he lowered to suck at your nipple, flicking his tongue around your sensitive hardened nipples due to the temperature change.

He switched to your other, sucking gently on your nub, biting down refreshing yet another loud moan from your rose lips. Your face was red from embarrassment at how loud you were but you really couldn't help it you were overwhelmed.

“Sweetie don't be shy, everyone here has heard and wanked to your loud moans and screams before”

“He's right princess” Jeonghan muttered up.

Your hips moved faster against his thigh from the pleasure taking over your body, moans exiting your mouth at a rapid pace.

“Baby im”

“Cum on my thigh like the big slut you are”

“Youre so dirty cumming on your boyfriend's jeans” Woozi said in his deep yet amazed voice.

“Cum for your daddy like a goodgirl” Joshua added.

With all the attention, praise and his firm grip holding your movement harder against his thigh, you let out a cry of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you in waves.

“Thats it sweetie, get use to it this won't be your first ”Seungkwan smirks moving you to lie down to come down.

Seungkwans white jeans had a huge wet stain on the thigh area. All the boys looked like they were struggling to keep themselves together. You put your head down again in embarrassment, the stain was huge and soaked through.

One of the boys stood up from the chair quickly and made there way towards you with dominance.

“Fucking whore leaking making such a mess with that sopping pussy of yours”

You gulped loud unable to hide your arousal for his dominant state. The way he shouted at you made you melt.

“Ill have to teach that pussy of yours a lesson and put you in your place”

“P-pease sir”

“its daddy” he exhaled pulling your silk shorts down to you ankles, allowing you to do the rest and kick them off which ended up flying towards seokmin who wasn't complaining.

Woozis eyes trailed down towards your glistening core. He smirked running a finger over your folds collecting your arousal on his long digit. Without warning he suddenly pumped his finger inside you. You were weak and rested your forehead on his shoulders and you gripped onto the sides on his shoulders. He pumped another two fingers inside your pussy. He curled his fingers inside you, a series of moans screamed past your mouth.

“Spread them legs wide whore I want to taste you so bad”

“Daddy please eat me out I'm begging”

Woozi kneeled before your open legs and licked his lips before licking a long stripe up your pussy. He flicked your throbbing bud with his tongue and groaned against your clit.

“Wow fuck you're just as sweet as I imagined”

You threw your head back as his tongue dived within your folds licking up all your leaking wetness, sucking on your clit harshly. Your legs started to shake from the sensitive contact.

“So wet for me who makes you feel so good whore?”

“d-daddy..” you struggle to speak out as he licked up and down your cunt.

You tried grinding into his tongue to create more friction and that is when he pulled back leaving you empty. Right when your were about to reach the edge he stopped.

“Whore you stained your boyfriend's jeans so I'm not letting you cum just yet.”

You moaned in frustration praising him trying to get him to fulfill your needs and to be touched.

“Daddy please I'll be good I promise”

“You promise”

“Yes I swear”

“Thats a good whore now where was i”

He pushed three fingers inside you with ease because of how wet you had been. He pounded his fingers rapidly in and out of you, curling his fingers slightly hitting the spot that made you moan out heavenly sounds for the others. You came hard on his fingers, your slickness covering his fingers. Once he let you ride out your orgasm he removed his fingers and sucked them infront of you. Your core was absolutely ruined. It was pulsating frantically. He pulled you in for a kiss and you could taste yourself off his lips.

“Whore taste good doesn't she?” he whispers

“My sweetie knows how to put on a show” Seungkwan speaks out taking a look at the other members who seemed to have enjoyed the viewing alot, proof being the various moans and unzipped pants.

“Now sweetie since you're so wet and horny I think you deserve some more from me”

“Seungkwan please”

“Say it sweetie”

“Please I want you to fuck me with you cock and fill me up with your cum please”

“Since you've been so good I suppose I can, boys, prepare yourself, you've yet to hear her most beautiful sounds.”

You lie on your back on the bed, legs ready to be taken by seungkwan and thrown over his shoulders. You didn't need any warming up.

He put his tip and your entrance, his tip hitting your clit making you moan yet again. He inches into you and bottomed out, a moan tearing through your throat as you adjusted to the stretch. His dick was big and though your were his girlfriend you still weren't use to his size. After a few moments he started moving, speeding up his hips. He watched your wet pussy swallow up his whole dick with a smirk plastered on his face. Every time his dick disappeared fully the loudest pleasurable moans emerged from you. You held onto the back of your thighs as seungkwan pounded into you, fast and hitting the right spot. He placed one of your legs down and kept one thrown over his shoulder. He slowly lifted you a little and pounded into you hitting the gspot consecutively without fail. Bliss overtook your body.

“Joshua, Jeonghan come over here I know you've been wanting to get your dick rubbed”

Without hesitation they made their way over and sat on the bed, one on each side of you.

“Y/N flip and cock your ass up for me for me like a good girl”

“Yes Seungkwan”

“And you've got two hands, put them to use sweetie”

You gasp when seungkwan enters you again, showing no mercy and pounding your pussy into oblivion.

You look at joshua and jeonghan and bit your lip. They're both infront of you with their erect cocks standing, red and leaking precum. You use your thumb to smoother their precum from their sensitive tips down their length to make some lubrication. You work your hands on their cocks and slowly pumped into a faster speed making them groan and moan loudly. Jeonghan let out the most beautiful moans, they were so high and desperate yet he sounded so content.

“Princess fuck yes”

“Baby faster” Joshua growled throwing his head back, his adams apple emerging from his neck. He looked so hot. Both of them did. And they were both in your hands. You were in control of their moans and pleasure and it made you feel so good. Seungkwan continued moving in out of you switching up the rhythm.

“Seokmin over now” Seungkwan ordered.

Seokmin got up from his seat zipping up his jeans from previous actions.

“Theres no need to zip that up, sit infront of my sweetie, she'll take care of that mountain, isn't that right sweetie?”

Seungkwan spanks your ass leaving his red hand marks on your cheeks making you moans again.

“Y/N please suck me dry, you don't understand how flustered I got when I found out you were the new stylist in pledis. For our fear comeback when you tailored my pants, your head was down at cock level and I wanted you so bad”

You leave kisses on seokmins chest, becoming familiar with the earlier sexual encounter with seokmin. Everything about Seokmin was so endearing and hot. Your core started throbbing and pulsating. The tightness of your walls on seungkwans girthy cock made him groan in pleasure.

“Fuck Seokmin you're making my girl so tight”

You blush and look up innocently at Seokmins eyes. That fucking killed him. Such dirty actions he'd seen you do all night and you give him puppy eyes when you're down beside his cock your lips he admired so much about to touch his tip.

“I knew don't worry. The bulge in your pants in the performances right after me fitting you shows how you felt”

You swipe your tongue over his slit and took as much of his big member as you could into your mouth, the rest you pumped with your hands. Seokmin pulled on your hair from the vibrations of you moaning on his cock. Seungkwan fastened his pace making you moan around his cock even more. You sucked on his head and hollowed your cheeks as you bopped your head up and down his length.

You started whining as you started reaching your high from the endless attack on your pussy but also the breathy groans from seokmins pleasure and the others moans who watched. You let out a strangled moan and clench around seungkwans huge cock. All of this was becoming too much for seokmin too, his hips started shaking as he finally released his seed down your throat.

You swallowed it all and licked at his slit getting every bit of his cum. You came around seungkwan and lay down from exhaustion.

Woozi, jeonghan and Joshua all watched and pumped themselves in sync with the pounding and head bopping, releasing on themselves as they watched the sight unravel.

“Sweetie you did so well”

“Whore how about you come back to mine and we'll record some of your moans for adlibs for the upcoming album”

“Send the adlibs to me for keepsakes” jeonghan sighed out, wiping his cum off his hands. Joshua raises his hand slightly.

“Me too if you don't mind”

You lay on the bed exhausted surrounded by a bunch of sweaty hot guys.

“Sweetie remember when you said you wanted 'us time' earlier, how do you feel about that now”

“Yeah I changed my mind”

[velvetsehun]

hiiii i've been a follower of yours for quite a while and i absolutely love your writings!!! i hope you don't mind me asking since this question is not related to your blog, but it's my first year of college and now that classes are online because of covid 19, i feel so overwhelmed with my work, like i have so many papers and projects all due in the same week and i feel mentally exhausted and just giving up. i honestly don't know how to deal with this, i was hoping you'd give me some advice? 😭

hello lovely! thank you, im glad you enjoy them, its whats they’re there for ;)

I’d be glad to give you some advice, i understand things are tough right now due to the virus, im obviously a uni student myself rn and i had to work out how to do everything so that i dont cry! 

I think the first thing to approaching school is to first of all, take a step back and actually evaluate what it is you have to do - i’ve go 3 essays due the same week as well and the first thing i did was step back, look at the deadlines and then look at the time that i have, its very easy to just see deadlines and think “i have to do all of this right now or it wont get done” which is partly whats overwhelming you! my main factor to planning out work is to put the due day into my google calendar, and then look at the days you have and be realistic with how long it takes to do thing! i’ll write it down in the calendar that way i HAVE to do it. ALSO GIVE YOURSELF AT LEAST A DAY OR TWO BEFORE YOU START!!

It takes me 2-3 days to plan, write and edit an essay (1500-2000 words) and i keep that in mind when i plan, so ill typically dedicate time to each thing i have to do, with a 2-3 day gap in between them! so from today until the 28th, ill be working on an essay, and today specifically ill be making an essay plan and thats all ill do today! 

ill plan my essay, breakdown the paragraphs and their contents, find key reading and then ill just leave it for the rest of the day, give your mind some time to process what it is you’re writing, and then tomorrow ill write! i typically do an hour of writing then 45 minute break, and i’ll do a paragraph in an hour! that way im not dedicating 9 hours to just starting at a word doc, im taking breaks inbetween! you’ll stress your mind out just focusing on one thing for hours on end! and after a few hours the essay is written and then ill leave it again! 

then on the 28th, ill go in and grammar/word check it, make sure it makes sense and read it over and if i feel like it, ill submit it same day! then after ive done that essay, ill take a 2-3 rest and start something new, that way im not bogging my mind down with everything! it also helps to REFERENCE AS YOU GO PLEASE OMG it makes it so much easier, use a website like citethisforme and you’ll save about an hour! 

it get its hard to apply yourself to doing the work in the first place when you’re stuck in the house, but what helps me is getting ready like its a normal day, getting out of pajamas and wearing real people clothes, maybe going for a quick walk outside and then coming back to start your work - that what you’re convincing yourself almost that you’re actually somewhere else and you start to feel a lot less cooped up!

im also someone who cant listen to “loud” music when im writing, so ill literally listen to it on the lowest volume i can still here so that my brain isnt focusing on something else while im trying to write!

here’s an example of what my calendar can look like (i cant show you my actual one since its got personal stuff on it but here’s a good example!):

also! its very important to practice some form of self-care in any break you get! I’m my 45 minute breaks between paragraphs ill make food, ill watch something, maybe write a little, ill talk to someone, ill sometimes just go out into the garden and look around! anything that isnt directly tied to the task im doing so that my break relaxes for a second! 

in my longer breaks between days, ill dedicate my time to other things that i have to do or want to do; ill do some yoga, ill write, ill read, ill cook/bake! 

Its very easy to just want to give up completely, and i completely understand that, but building a routine can really help you and understanding that you CAN do the work, you ARE capable, and that is IS doable; you just need to breathe and look at things a little differently, your own headspace can become uninhabitable so for a little while take a step out of that, and remember that you are a fully capable human and you have feelings! they can be tricky but once you understand how to manage them it gets better, you arent a bad person for wanting to just give up, you just need a little shove! 

I hope this helps! obviously i’m not a professional, i’m just another person, but my own mental health struggles taught me to start doing things another way if i wanted to get better or otherwise im living in a head in which is not meant for living in! 

I believe in you okay? and i know fine well that all the virus stuff is making all of us a bit stuck in a rut, we cant cure it but we can show it that we work with it - you’re fully capable and you’re going to do these assignments to the best of your ability! 

[butwhyduh]

Locked Door

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warning: smut

Word count: 1489

Summary: you and Peter Parker are interrupted in a horrible embarrassing way. Requested by @sassyhollandx

"Dad, I'm 23," you said staring at him.

"I know, but you'll always be my little girl whether you like it or not," Tony stark said shrugging his shoulders. "And I worry about you going on blind dates. You should really take a suit or at least Friday with you," he suggested.

"Dad, I am not doing that. That's why I buy my phones and you don't touch them. Because I'm pretty sure you would put a tracking device," you answered.

He looked at you in defeat. To him you would always be his little girl who sat on his knee in the lab and talked about nuclear physics for your 3rd grade show and tell. This whole dating thing was not something he liked.

You on the other hand were just trying to leave the room. You hated lying to your dad. You did have a date. It wasn't blind. Instead it was with his junior employee Peter Parker that you had been secretly seeing for the last 6 months and knew since you both were teens.

"How do I look," you asked turning.

"Beautiful as always," Tony said begrudgingly. "Just don't do anything you don't want to do. And be safe."

"Dad. Don't give me the talk. I would literally melt in the floor. I still have nightmares of the talk you and Dr Banner gave me. You called a period 'moon cycle.' I was 15," you said shaking your head.

"Okay, I was... unprepared."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've got to get going. Love ya," you said leaving.

You met Peter at his apartment. He bounced around the room, his converse squeaking on the linoleum. His hair was sticking up in crazy spots.

"Pete, what are you doing?" You said stepping around a precariously perched pizza box.

"I am so sorry, baby. I was running late. I was developing a tactile web fluid that was slime resistant. I found that potassium- you don't care about that," he said smiling ruefully. Peter had found his beat up hoodie.

"I can come visit in the lab and you can walk me through it," you said taking his hand. Peter quickly ran his other hand through his disheveled hair.

"I would- I would love that. But your dad, you know?" Peter sais wrapping his arms around your waist. You laid your head on his chest.

"I will deal with him. I know you are nervous about telling him but honestly he'll have to get over it. I'm an adult."

Peter's phone rang loudly with a familiar ring tone. You groaned. Peter quickly answered.

"Hello, Mr Stark?"

"Uhhh..okay sir. I can come back. Yes sir. I'll be there soon," Peter said into the phone. You rolled your eyes. There went your date.

"Your dad said that my fluid stopped agitating and we should go test it. I'm so sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you," he pleaded.

"I'll give you a ride," you groaned.

"No, you don't have to," he said quickly.

"Well, my date stood me up so I might as well go home," you said smiling.

"Baby, I didn't stand you up. I'm so sorry. I'll.... uh, make it up to you," he whispered suggestively.

"I'm holding you to that."

The ride was uneventful except when Peter insisted that he get out 3 block before the tower and walked.

"Hey kid, what happened to your date?" Rhodey asked. Of course your dad had talked to Rhodey about the date. Tony hated the idea of it.

You had completely forgotten your lie. "Uhh.. I was stood up?"

"Were you?" He said with his eyebrows raised. "Someone stood you up? They're very stupid. I'm sorry."

"Oh thanks, uncle Rhodey. Where is dad?"

"In the lab."

"Nope, I'm right here. Someone dare stand my daughter up? Who do I need to talk to? Do I need a suit? Armani or titanium ion," Tony said.

"No dad. Don't be weird. Its fine. I'll be up in my room. I have work to do anyways," you said trying to brush it off.

"I dont- Peter Parker. I'm glad you made it. Can you believe someone stood my daughter up on a date?" Tony said shaking his head. Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

"Thats... uh, that's crazy, Mr Stark. That's not a nice thing for someone to do," Peter rambled.

"Exactly. He gets it," Tony said placing an arm on Peter's shoulder. "Let's check that fluid." Peter nodded.

You went to your room to work on your own project. You were trying to develop a removable prosthetic based on the blueprint of the winter soldier's arm. It was going along slowly.

About and hour later you heard a soft knock at the door. You removed your safety goggles and put down the soldering iron. Peter stood outside your door. You pulled him in your room.

"Hey," you said.

"Hey."

"So you owed me, right?" You said looping your fingers in his belt loops. He grasped your hips.

"What about your dad having cameras everywhere?"

"I disabled them when I was 15 and I threatened his entire system if he put them back."

"In that case," Peter said kissing you. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you tightly to him. You ran your hands to his hair and pulled his face closer. You both stumbled to your bed. You grabbed a notebook off the bed and tossed it on the floor.

Peter picked you up and laid you on the bed. His kisses trailed down your neck. He unbuttoned the front of your dress and you slipped your shoulders from the straps. His hands greedily pushed the material out of the way and down your body. You whimpered when he sucked and nipped at a spot on your collarbone.

His hands pushed your slip off and Peter broke the kiss to look at your body when he felt no undergarments. "Baby, you're killing me," he groaned.

His mouth roamed down your body to your nipple. His tongue swirled around one while his thumb flicked the other. You arched into his touch. Your breath heavy and your heart racing. Your core ached for his touch.

Peter ran a hand up and down your thigh, teasing you by never touching where you needed him the most. You whined and your hips jumped. Peter kissed down your stomach before putting your legs over his shoulders. He planted wet kisses up your inner thighs. Your clit throbbed and you moaned in wanton.

Finally he kissed your hip bones and you gasped. How were you so fucking turned on?

"Please, baby, please," you pleaded.

"Wow, you're desperate," he admired. Peter finally kissed your clit and you moaned loudly. "Baby shhh. You can't be loud. Someone could hear."

You nodded and Peter licked your slit. You bit your lip as he teasingly licked around. You panted and your hips jumped. Peter placed an arm on your hips and wrapped his lips around your clit. He lightly sucked and swirled the bud. You trembled. Peter rutted into the bed as you writhed labove him. He thought you looked so fucking pretty like this.

"I want you," you gasped as you pulled at his shoulders. He climbed up your body as he pulled off his pants. Peter grabbed the blanket and pulled it over you both. He slid into you on one thrust. You grasped his back and he began moving.

You both panted as he thrust. Peter placed his forehead against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist for a better angle. He whined at the sensation and began thrusting roughly.

Suddenly the door opened. "Hey Y/n have you seen Pet- holy SHIT! What the hell is going on??" Tony Stark said staring before quickly turning away. Peter tried to cover your body with his. "Why- what- Peter? Really?" Tony sputtered.

"Dad! Jesus, why didn't you knock?!?" You yelped. Peter rolled to the side and you held the blanket across your chest. You had never felt so embarrassed.

"Why are you having sex," he whispered, "with Peter Parker? Are you dating?" Tony couldn't look in the room. The view of his employee on top of his daughter was pretty much burned into his mind.

"Yes we are dating. We've been dating for 6 months."

"And you already have sex?" He exclaimed.

"Is this really the time to have this talk?"

"Just- just- just lock the Damn door from now on. Now I have to wash my brain with bleach. I never want to see that again," Tony said locking the door and leaving.

"That was horrible," you said covering your eyes. "And I was close," you whined.

"I'm uh, done. Lost the mood. But I guess I can take care of you," Peter said. His face was bright red.

"No, we can finish this later. I'm too motified right now anyways."

"Yeah, later. Maybe not here next time."

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[jfthorismymuse]

Photo taken January 22, 2020

I almost typed 2019. Guess I'm not used to the new year yet.

My hair now has a mind of its own. That's fine. Better than fine. Feels normal. My hair was curly before all this, so I'm used to it.

What I am not used to is the stiffness in my ankles. I have to move them around every morning before getting out of bed. And if I stay still for too long, it takes a while to warm them up. Makes me feel old.

I've been keeping up with walking. That helps I think. I hope.

I'm tired. And I've been feeling a bit blue. Not sure if it's the usual January rut that I get every year or if it's the impeachment stuff. Just when I get hopeful, the GOP is there to remind me that they care more about power than anything else. It makes me sad and angry and frustrated. The hypocrisy alone is disgusting. But that's nothing new.

I should end this on a more hopeful note. I have started a new job. Same company, new boss. It's is a much better fit for me. I feel like I am actually accomplishing something. Comes with a cool title, too - Enterprise Information Analyst. Data to the people!

[elfwreck]

Things ChatGPT might actually be good for:

First drafts of business contracts - they'll need serious review, but they might substantially cut down the necessary lawyer time.

First drafts of company handbooks - for those, most companies want them written in boilerplate & autocomplete. They can touch up the sections that make their company unique, but a general policy of "wear business clothing at the office" does not need creativity.

Code. Lots of coders are using AI. You ask it to make code that does a function, and it throws some code at you, and you put it into the program and test it. And as noted, since it's a bullshit autocomplete generator, sometimes the code doesn't work. That's fine. You keep the part that does and ask for a new version of the part that doesn't. Saves hours of writing and tinkering with tiny bits of phrasing. [feel free to insert rant here about how code is practical and should not be covered by copyright, but that's a whole separate issue.]

Solo TTRPG - players are using AI chat programs to generate location descriptions, encounters with NPCs, magic items, and so on. There is a problem with this - you don't get new & innovative stuff from ChatGPT - but if what you wanted was "just gimme 250 words about The Spooky Castle On The Hill," it's great.

Interesting random item lists - Remember before ChatGPT when people would post "AI-generated list of Harry Potter spells" and so on? Or lists of song titles? If you want prompts to spark your creativity, AI may be able to come up with those.

Extrapolative reports based on data - you feed it charts and numbers and it tells you in plain language what they show. Right now, this would need heavy review - as noted, the damn AI will LIE ABOUT DATA. But. "Check this two-page synopsis for lies" may be a lot faster than "review all of your data and write a two-page synopsis from scratch."

In time, Chatbot AIs may be able to come up with decent story summaries - you feed it the fic; it gives you a one-paragraph description. You decide how much of that to use, and whether to change it because the focus you want is something else.

Item #1 - drafts of business contracts - is so fucking useful that, on its own, that would guarantee the chatbots are never going away.

What chatGPT will never be good for:

Creating fiction. Some fic authors have noted that "I keep feeding it shipping starters, and it keeps turning them into het when the romance kicks in." Because it's been trained on half a million het romance novels and maybe a scant handful of other ones. It recognizes the shape of "romance story" and knows that those involve a boy kissing a girl. And it's got similar problems with every other mainstream fiction genre. It mixes what already exists; it can't do groundbreaking. The closest it gets is "mixes two different likely-cliche tropes in a way that you, personally, have not seen before." And you could use that as a base for a good story, but ChatGPT can't, because other than the occasional flash of "huh I've never seen those two pieces next to each other," it's going to fall back into its "same as it ever was" rut.

Creating new art. See above. Same problem. It's getting used to "make art" now, because unlike fiction, there's a lot of art individuals haven't seen. I have not read all the Harlequin Romance novels ever... but I have read enough of them to be familiar with their tropes; books with those tropes are boring. I have not seen all the Dragons Flying Over Mountains art ever - AND a scramble of existing tropes is still going to look interesting to me. But like fiction: other than the occasional "wow, you can put BOTH of those together on a page???" moment, it's not making anything new. It's not combining symbols in a way that's meant to hit your deep psyche; it's not starting with a familiar, almost cliche setting and adding the one element that will make you rethink the background.

Anything for business beyond the first draft level. Even when they get better - even when they get frighteningly good - any company that relies on AI-generated contracts, handbooks, tutorials, or reports is setting itself up for (a) lawsuits and (b) financial ruin. Because the AI is not a person, does not have business priorities, does not actually have the ability to "comply with the law" when it sets up a contract.

(Give it three years and wait for the hilarious lawsuit when one company sues another over some clause buried in the AI-generated contract that nobody noticed until some intern pointed it out at a board meeting.)

Just on a whim, because I know that Alcibiades is one of the weirdest and funniest characters in ancient Greek history, I asked ChatGPT "What's the weirdest thing Alcibiades ever did?"

ChatGPT came back with the details of something Alcibiades (henceforth referred to as 'Alci' so I don't have to keep typing it out) was accused of, but acquitted of.

When I pointed out that he had been acquitted and may not have actually done this thing, Chat GPT apologised and said, "yes, he was acquitted", and then went on to tell me that, nonetheless, the event was significant because it made Alci flee the city.

Alci did not flee the city, he was sent away on a military expedition, which was exactly what he'd wanted and asked for. When I pointed that out, ChatGPT apologised again for being wrong.

I asked again for weird things he might actually have done, and was told one version of a story I've heard before about how Alci stole some stuff from a friend. ChatGPT's version was different from what I'd heard, though, so I mentioned that, and only then did ChatGPT acknowledge that there were different versions of the story. As part of its apology and correction, ChatGPT said that it did not always have access to all information - but then proceeded to provide details of the version of the story I'd heard before, showing that it did, in fact, have access to that information.

I asked again, what is the weirdest thing Alcibiades ever did? ChatGPT gave me an answer, which was a story I'd never heard before, so I asked for a source. ChatGPT told me it was in Plutarch's Lives, and I presumed it was in his Life of Alcibiades, so that's where I looked. When I said I couldn't find it there, ChatGPT told me, sorry for not being specific, it was actually in Plutarch's Life of Nicias. So I went and read Plutarch's Life of Nicias and couldn't find it.

So I told ChatGPT that I couldn't find the story in that book, could it please be more specific? What I was hoping for was a chapter or page number or something, I just presumed I'd missed it.

ChatGPT came back with "no, actually it's not in that book, it may be a later invention, there is no concrete evidence for this story."

TL;DR: ChatGPT cannot be trusted. Even when it does give you a source, it can be wrong. It has no capacity to evaluate the accuracy or likely accuracy of the information it gives you. It will present you with wrong or debatable information and give you absolutely no indication that it may not be correct, or that other versions or interpretations are possible.