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This is my boyfriend. He licks all the seasoning off the Pringle so I can eat only pure, original pringles

fuck spotify forreal for taking away the little heart icon... i dont want to add songs to my creepy ass collection i want to like them i want to love them

Either I’ve got (another) migraine, or the stress from work is hitting me extra hard. I don’t know which it is but I strongly suspect its the stress. Especially since I’ve spent most of my day trying not to cry. We’ve been trying to transition to a new system at work, which will (theoretically) make things easier in the long run but right now is causing endless headache. Last week, my boss told me that I have until the 18th of this month to get our new scheduler fully functional and implemented. That is not doable in 2 weeks but he refuses to see reason. When I told him today that I would likely need at least a couple extra days (what with being interrupted every five minutes, since I’m the only fucking receptionist and also the only tech-capable person in the office for the next ten days) he told me that if I couldn’t do it, then he’d find someone who could. And maybe its just the stress talking, but there seemed to be an undertone of me being in deep shit if I couldn’t. To make matters worse, we’re short handed this week so I have one back office person to help with phones when they start ringing off the hook. I had maybe two hours total to get anything done that wasn’t answering phones, and that was with me working through my lunch.

And then, there had been talk about the counselors scheduling their own follow-up appointments (which, come on, most counseling offices do that), and the counselors were supposed to start that this week. I sent out an email this morning requesting they not schedule out past a certain date in the new scheduler so that I have a chance to finish getting everything in and not risk them double-booking themselves...and the boss sent out an email saying that we’re putting a hold on having the counselors do that. Which means my work-load is even larger now, because scheduling follow-ups from my end takes longer than it does from the counselors’ end.

I already don’t really like my job. I was hired on as data entry, and wound up getting moved to front desk--I hate phones and my anxiety has been through the roof since the position change, but I’ve dealt with it as best I can because I know we’re going through a lot of change right now (another thing I don’t like) and I’m not the only one having a hard time. But it’s gotten to the point where I dread even getting out of bed in the morning, because it means I have to go to work. By the time I get off work, I feel like a zombie. I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted, and I have no motivation for anything. I just want to go home, get into my jammies, crawl into bed, and do absolutely nothing, and I hate feeling like that.

I’ve gotten very little done in the last few weeks, and nothing at all in the last almost two. I don’t even have the motivation to pull up Netflix or play a video game, let alone do any sewing for my Tokyo in Tulsa costumes or clean or any of the million other things I really should be doing. 

I’m just so done right now...

HIHI IMAGINE THIS:

~ stubborn

~ bratty

~ shy— YES YOU HEARD ME

MEGUMI THATS YOUR STEPBRO AND LIKE YK... ONE DAY YOU WEAR THESE BLACK HIGH THIGHS- i think you know where this is going..😊😊😊

your wish is my command miss <3

warnings: f!reader, NSFW, stepcest, stubborn and bratty reader, cunnilingus, degradation, dumbification, lowercase and yeah :) lmk if i missed anything

a/n: IVE HAD THIS IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG NOW AND I POSTED MY INTRODUCTION POST IN JANUARY IM SORRY KSNDKSND also im deciding to make this a drabble kind of?? i’m trying to figure out how I like to write so i’m sorry if this is really crappy 🦆

you wanted to be as subtle as you possibly could be. wearing the smallest mini skirts and the tightest shirts you own. you didn’t think your gumi-nii would catch on right?

wrong.

he knew you were a shy and stubborn brat and if he did or said anything about it you would act like an oblivious dumb baby hence why you were so casual with it. bending over in front of him just to see your soaked panties just waiting for him to touch you and take what’s his.

of course he knew what you wanted so who was he to ignore his little stepsister’s cry for help the day she wore the black thigh highs that her stepbrother loves oh so much.

it’d started at the dinner table while he’d play with the hem of the socks. when everyone was finished with their meal and you’re parents went to the store to go get something for the following day, he had whispered something in your ear that sent chills down your spine and heat straight to your very core.

“what do you think you’re doing wearing these my little bratty slut? were you really so desperate for gumi-nii to touch you that badly?” he said huskily it sends a shiver down your spine.

you rubbed your legs together and let out a small whimper.

“i need words, princess.”

“yes gumi-nii i want you so badly please.” you whined like it was your ticket to absolute bliss.

which it technically was.

he realized he wanted, no, he NEEDED to taste you as soon as he heard you say the three letter word. he spread you out on the table right where your parents were sitting only to find that you weren’t wearing any panties.

“what would our parents think of you if they found you like this? no panties, all spread out for your older brother, right where they ate dinner nonetheless,”

you started to tear up at the image of your parents finding you like this. i mean you were their sweet little girl after all.

“but you would like that wouldn’t you?” megumi asked as he takes his tongue and takes a long, hot, swipe at your cunt. you moan so lewdly at the first touch he’s given you for the night.

you can’t even think straight anymore as he starts to devour you. you haven’t even been fucked yet and but yet you’re going stupid on your bully of a stepbrothers tongue.

“I like to be answered when I ask questions, sweetheart” he spits and he slaps your abused pussy, drawing you even closer to your high.

“yes! yes gumi i would! i would, i would, i would, please make me cum gumi~!!”

your pleas rolling off your tongue one after another and megumi is loving ever single second.

“yeah? you’re going to cum all over my face?” he responds and it’s like he knew that’s all you needed to do just that.

“yeah just like that baby” he spoke roughly as he rode out your orgasm.

it took you a few seconds to calm down from your high but you would recover soon enough.

he would take you upstairs to his room bridal style only to throw you on his bed.

“strip. but keep the socks on.”

you didn’t hesitate to do so as he strips down to his boxers. you stare in wonder as you reach out to touch him but was quickly stopped by his hand grabbing your wrist. he gave you a look that you knew meant ‘don’t do that again.’ he pulled down his boxers only to have his massive cock spring up (must’ve gotten it from his dad). he didn’t wait any time to fuck you, i mean, why would he? he just ate you out in the kitchen did he not?

“honestly you little slut, if you really wanted me that badly,” he paused, lining himself up with your wet pussy.

“you could’ve just asked.”

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