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carlos sainz nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Carlos is such a cutie! He may not look like that, but I beg to differ - anyone who knows him knows very well that this is only an appearance. Carlos is so into you that I think he would do something to himself than if you were to feel bad. Aftercare with him includes, of course, lots of hugs, gentle kisses and a hell of a lot of words of affirmation.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) This question has been asked before…. Carlos definitely likes his big “cojones” in him. Oh, but this is not the place to tell about it. Although maybe… what's too much to say? Carlos loves how he's able to completely fill you up, while you're one big ball of whiny mass. In general, I can say that Carlos is satisfied with his appearance. He knows his worth and is well aware of how damn handsome he is. Spanish genes - that's it.

And as for you, I can answer without hesitation that your buttocks. God! Carlos is such a sucker when it comes to your ass. He always but always has to have his hand on it. Sometimes he pats you, sometimes he pinches you. Whatever just has to do with it. That's why he often prefers to stand behind you or let you pass somewhere…. Yes, the behavior of a gentleman must involve something, right?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Nah, I don't feel like Carlos is someone who likes to mess around. But at the same time, when he sees his mess pouring out of you, oh I swear you have entangled him around your finger.

When, by a joint decision, you put aside condoms and started using pills, Carlos was incensed. The touch of skin-to-skin and the possibility of getting inside you, jesus.And the sight of your shared combined juices…. A different approach, however, is to end up on your face. Oh no, that's not what he's signed up for. Sperm on your face is not a sight he's a fan of, maybe because it makes him feel weird and it's like he doesn't respect you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He loves to fuck you in front of the mirror. Your double view in front of him, especially in the doggie position is something that makes him feel like he's going to fly away. He never said it explicitly, but the fact that your future ceiling in your shared bedroom will be a mirror should give you something to think about.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Well, Carlos has had maybe three partners in his life? Of which he was with one of them for about six years, so he is definitely experienced, but without exaggeration. Aside from the women he has been in a relationship with, he has never had sex with someone else before or in between. He's the kind of man who perceives sex in a very private and sensual way, so it wasn't for him.

He knows what he's doing, totally knows what he's doing, and if he's not sure about something, the conversation will certainly not skip. You can be sure that he will take care of every detail.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Did I mention that he loves your buttocks? Oh yes. So any position where he can grab them or look at them is most welcome. On a doggie? He loves it!!! Carlos has it in him that he likes to dominate, which doesn't bother you at all. He does it so well that, well - you are left to bend over and wait on your knees.

Or a reverse cowgirl. On the couch On the couch, it's the perfect position for him - he can still be dominant, but still give you a lot of leeway (which he also loves secretly)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) That depends. Mostly, though, Carlos tries to give your moment some spice and depth, and not play around with some silliness. You are the person in this relationship who is sooner to say something silly or start giggling. However, the room for speech and giggles when Carlos fills your feminine sphere is rare, as moaning and begging him for more definitely prevails.

Well, unless we are talking about quick sex, then it will happen. Particularly when it takes place in one of the valets in the ferrari garage and there are some liquids flying down from the cabinets around you. Yeah...

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Carlos has luscious hair. From a young age, his head is adorned with dark, strong and thick hair. The same with the hair all over his body. Nevertheless, he doesn't worry too much about it - hair is natural for every human being! But when it comes to the intimate sphere, Carlos has to be perfectly shorn there. Some hair is out of the question, especially since, unfortunately, it also grows quickly and densely there. He just doesn't like their presence next to his penis, and what's worse, as if it should be combined with sperm. Not a chance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sainz adores intimacy.

He may not be as much of a romantic as Charles, but he can definitely show off. He likes to spice up your sexual experience with things like hot chocolate or making shots of tequila salt and lime between your breasts. It's crazy. But that's all Chili. Let's not hide - he also often lights the lamp around you and prepares you for a romantic evening for two with a glass of wine and quietly playing music that blends with your whimpers. J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Carlos loves to masturbate in front of the mirror. As with your sex, the man likes to satisfy himself in front of the mirror. To be honest, he doesn't know why himself, it's just the way he is and it's over. And as for the frequency, he doesn't do it very often - if he wants a blowjob, for example, I think you already know it well yourself and don't leave your man in need. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Blindly? Yes, that's definitely it. Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's Carlos, but it's something he loves. The anticipation of what's going to happen. The touch with which he gently glides over your body or you over his. And when it's topped off with hot chocolate or a massage, my goodness, you're both in heaven.

Creampie. This is the second answer. As I mentioned before - Sainz loves to watch and feel the combination of your juices pouring out of you. Damn, it turns him on so much. L = Location (favorite places to do the do) In front of the mirror. Whether in your bedroom or, as it happens, in the restroom. You nevertheless have very many mirrors in your apartment, so it doesn't really matter to him. Carlos also likes to have sex on the floor. Oh jeez, since you bought a new fluffy carpet, in addition to lying there all the time, he still pulls you onto it and you are able to spend long, long hours there. M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You in short skirts. How many times did you have to chastise him not to lift them up “accidentally”. Or he didn't lean you over the kitchen counter when you were in them and say hot things in your ear…. Or a new set of underwear. Carlos loves to go shopping with you - and when he has the opportunity to pick out new underwear for you (or just does it himself), he even drowns in happiness.

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[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

Gamigin NSFW alphabet

Aftercare

what they're like after sex

Since most of the sex happens in the shower, aftercare is getting dryed off. He'll use his staff to heal any possible injuries the two of you might have gotten during the activity before you both fall asleep cuddling.

Body Part

their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's

His favorite body part are his hands. He can heal people with them, what's not to love. His hands are so useful and he sometimes just stares at them with admiration. He also loves all his scars.

His favorite body part on you is your hair. He likes how it looks wet and how fluffy it gets once it's dry and how it feels on his fingers. When you cuddle, he constantly plays with your hair. It's his second favorite stim toy (the staff is the first)

Cum

anything to do with cum, basically

When he found out that you need devil energy to survive, he started masturbating more and putting his energy in bottles. He has a calender where he marks all the times you've needed energy and, if he's not free, he'll send you a bottle to keep you going until you meet. He spams you with messages the moment he has free desprately asking you if you took your "treatment" as he calls it.

Dirty secret

pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

He has no secrets, everything is public, especially to you. Being close to Gamigin means hearing all his brain farts. Whenever he has an idea for a possible sex session he just writes it to you and asks for feedback.

The wildest one that he still wishes he could do is to have sex in his dragon form. He might be small, but he can figure something out.

Experience

how experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's a virgin, he has no fucking clue what he's doing but he's having the time of his life. The first time he got an erection thinking about you he went to Lucifer and asked for a check up. After he got the talk from his dad brother he started reading biology books about it. He feels so proud when he comes up to you and states that he wishes to copulate with you.

Favorite position

this goes without saying

He likes positions where he can hug you easily. He loves cuddle sex in perticular because he gets to do two of his favorite things: cuddling and having sex with his favorite person. He doesn't have a preference for topping or bottoming so it's just a matter of the moment.

Goofy

are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?

He's constantly cracking jokes during sex. He can't be too serious when he's with you. His favorite game is to try and come up with the weirdest yet sweetest nickname to use during sex. If anyone passed by the room you were making love in, they would hear shit like "You feel so good, my pention plan!" "That's it, my mitosis!"

Hair

how well groomed are they?

He doesn't shave and if you told him to he will whimper. He likes how his bush feels, let him have his fun. Might trim it, and complain grieve his lost hair, but he'll do it for you. He tryied waxxing once but Gamigin's scream could be heard from the other side of the country, so he never tried it a second time.

Intimacy

how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He constantly kisses you, praise you, hugs you during sex. He makes sure that by the end of it you know that he loves you the most. No matter how exhausted he is after sex, he'll make sure to kiss you once on the cheek and whisper "I love you" in your ear. You never doupt Gamigin's love for you during those moments.

Jack Off

masturbation headcanons

He didn't use to get boners before starting to date you. He mostly masturbates to give you energy when he's too busy to have sex or when you're someplace else. He doesn't like jerking off because you're not there with him and it makes him feel lonely.

Kink

one or more of their kinks

Shower sex is the canon one, but I will like to add praise, hair pulling and dacryphilia. He loves you so he praise you a lot and being called a good boy makes him melt. He loves the texture of hair so he always has one hand wrapped in your hair, he also loves getting his haired pulled but not very roughly. He likes licking tears and your tears taste the best.

Location

favorite place to do the do

Somewhere where you can bathe together. Be it the shower or the lake, he likes being in wate with you. His second favorite place is in his cottage. He likes the calm atmosphere and the fact that ypu two can be as loud as possible.

Motivation

what turns them on, gets them going

There are times where he laughs so much when he's with you that he gets a boner. It's in the moments where you're having a lot of fun where he realises how much he adores you and the mere fact that he has someone that he can hang out with like you makes him aroused.

No

Something they wouldn't do, turn offs

Degredation. He loves you too much to say mean things about you and he will feel bad if you started calling him names during sex. He's also very against hurting you or getting hurt. He has a very important role, and he doesn't want to explain to Lucifer where he got cuts from. At most a bite here and there, but don't hit him too hard because he'll take it seriously.

Oral

preference in giving or recieving, skills, etc.

He likes to give since it's a way for him to show his love for you. He is quite sloppy and has no clue how to pleasure you with just his tongue, but he's putting his whole pussy into it. He asks Marbas later how it's done and he returns with far better skills. The most important part of Gamigin is that he is willing to learn.

If you were to give him head, he just busts in a minute. It feels so good???? And it's so wet and warm???? And he can hold your hair and you moan and it vibrates and- oh, he came. The next day he pampers you and thanks you for being the best.

Pace

are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?

He's all over the place. He would much rather you set the pace since he gets lost in the moment very fast. Even though he tries to be slow, he usually ends up humping you like a bitch in heat by the end of the session. The only way to make him slow down at that point is to flip him over or try to manhandle him, which is surprisingly easy. Even in the moments where he's lost in pleasure, he would never dare hurt a hair on your body.

Quickie

their opinions on quickies, how often

Since he gets exhausted by sex easily, he can't have a lot of quickies. He's the favorite child in the Paradise Lost found family, so Lucifer will give him a pass for not being on time for certain appointments, but he can't have his best doctor sleeping so often.

Risk

are they willing to experiment? Do they take risks?

He is! He sneaks into Marbas' room and steals some porn magasines for ideas. He doesn't find them arousing since they're not you, but he gets ideas for future sessions. He sees sex just like dates so he wants to try everything out with you. He sends you pictures of the pages he thinks you'd like and asks if you want to do it.

He's not even that scared of having public sex since 1. Everyone already can hear when you're having sex and 2. They would all coo at how cute you two love birds are. They might even stop by and give advice.

Stamina

how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?

He can go for one round which, depending on how long the forplay was, lasts between 3-6 minutes. He's still getting used to this, so his stamina will improve over time, but as it is, he is very human in his preformance.

Toys

do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partener or themselves

When everyone in Paradise Lost found out that Gamigin wasn't a virgin anymore, Marbas gifted him a vibrator and told him how to use it. Gamigin tried to use it on you, but the sound and vibration felt very uncomfortable for him and he threw the toy away. Maybe he'll try a dildo or something, but no more vibrating things or he'll cry from how ichy it sounds.

Unfair

how much they like to tease

He doesn't. He will never tease you even if you're into it. He just can't act serious or mean around you. He once tried to be a hard dom and he couldn't even get through the first minute without bursting out laughing. "I bet you'd like to take a ride on my magic dragon (wheeze). Mc, I love you, but this isn't happening."

Volume

how loud are they? What sounds do they make?

He whimpers so much. He's loud and vocal all the time, but he tends to whimper and whine the most. He'll praise you through gasps and try to catch his breath as he's ingulfed in pleasure. When he cums he clings to you with all his strenght as he lets out the most pathetic moan imaginable. He giggles and pants while he recovers from the orgasm he just experienced.

Wildcard

a random headcanon for the character

He'll probably be very sad if you had sex with other people while in a relationship with him, unless it was someone from Paradise Lost. It's not sharing, per say, since you're not an object to be shared, but he'll start having doupts about himself if you started going to other devils for love. His brothers don't count because he trusts them to let you be afterwards.

X-ray

let's see what's going on under those clothes

I still haven't seen a penis, that hasn't changed. I think he's a more normal size though, like 10cm or something. You will not need hospitalisation after a round with him, thank God.

Also, all his underwear is blue, he is dedicated to the colour pallet.

Yearning

how high is their sex drive

He only starts having sexual thoughts about you once you become friends. His libido is all over the place. It usually spikes when you're away from him since he misses you. But I wouldn't really call it his libido, since he could very well be satisfied if you just hang out in the cottage. He strikes me as the type to forget about sex until his partner mentions it.

Zzz

how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

If you don't have sex in the shower, he falls asleep almost instantly after sex. He makes sure his scheduel is clear for the day before having fun with you since he knows he'll be sleepy afterwards. After sex he's also very clingy so he'll cry if you try to walk away from him.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello! In one of your previous posts you mentioned the game purposefully hiding the faces of figures who play a significant role in each OB boy’s trauma. So do you think this applies to Idia's parents as well (they have masks to cover their faces and they don't even have separate sprites but the default STYX members' sprites)?

[Referencing this post!]

There’s a lot to unpack here, so I’ve put my thoughts under the cut!! I hope you enjoy reading ^^

***Note: Many spoilers for books 6 + 7 of the main story!!***

I definitely wouldn’t put the Shroud parents into the same category as like… Mrs. Rosehearts, who was basically the origin from which other issues stemmed. The Shroud parents themselves were not the “root cause” for Idia’s trauma, the “cause” was Ortho’s death and Idia feeling immense guilt and shame about it. Not once has Idia blamed his parents or implicated them for this misfortune (not counting the Shroud curse, which is really the fault of their ancestors and not the Shroud parents in particular). I guess where some fans feel there is an issue is the implication that the Shroud parents did not seem to be there emotionally for Idia or offer him healthy coping mechanisms for his issue??

Before I give my thoughts on why the Shroud mom and dad obscure their faces (and how this does or doesn’t fit into the “purposefully obscuring the faces of those significantly related to each boy’s trauma), allow me to offer a different perspective to those who find fault with Idia’s parents. Firstly, consider that we know very little about the period of time between Ortho’s death leading up to Idia enrolling at NRC. Even then, most of what we know of this period comes directly from Idia, which provides us with a biased and limited perspective. Idia views most things negatively and does not seem close with his parents, so it makes sense that he would describe them in an inflated and unflattering way.

I think where a lot of the initial thoughts about the Shrouds being bad parents (a sentiment I myself had prior to their book 7 reveals) predominantly comes from them not being present in Idia’s post-OB flashback and Idia stating that his parents care more about results than their son’s feelings. We also learn from later that the family used to go out a lot as a group, but those trips stopped after Ortho died. These heavily imply his mom and dad were not there for Idia after the… incident. But let’s back up for a moment; where does the flashback pick up after Ortho died? Over two years later. That’s a large gap to not be knowing what the Shroud parents were doing during it. The STYX employees present also state that Idia has “completely withdrawn” ever losing Ortho, and this could be inclusive of the parents. So… we don’t really know for sure if, during this expanse of 2 years, the parents never made an effort to reach out. Even if they did, it seems highly likely that Idia rejected them. It’s possible that the flashback didn’t feature the parents because Idia largely shut them out of his life or did not deem them to be deeply linked to his trauma; he laments only the general family curse and the loss of Ortho, he does not direct hate at either parent in the flashback.

What we also have to remember is that it wasn’t just Idia that lost a brother that terrible day. Mr. and Mrs. Shroud their sons; Ortho literally (he passed away) and Idia figuratively (as he started to emotionally distance and isolate himself). That’s tough for any parent, but the world cannot stop for them just because they experienced a tragedy. Unfortunately, life moves on and the Shroud parents are in such important positions that they need to work. This is especially true of Mr. Shroud, who oversees all of STYX operations and is burdened with a curse that demands he constantly be surrounded by blot or else the curse will start to chip away at his own magical energy. They need to do this while juggling their own sadness over losing Ortho. There’s only so much time the Shroud parents can try to comfort Idia when they have work, their own emotional trauma to work through, and their surviving son who doesn’t seem to welcome any efforts they put in. You could even theorize that the Shroud parents (particularly the dad) threw themselves into work to try and bury their own feelings. The Shrouds do obviously have a responsibility to Idia as his parents, but parenting is not so easy of a task. They’re still individuals who have other things to balance alongside parenting and they realistically cannot dedicate 100% of their time or energy to Idia.

Now, please do not misunderstand me. I don’t want my words to come off like I’m pointing fingers or victim blaming. What I’m trying to say here is that it isn’t Idia OR his parents’ fault that they grew distant; to me, both parties were busy dealing with their own complicated emotions and their coping methods didn’t seem to align (because different people can have very different trauma responses) and ended up hurting Idia even more in the end. Making mistakes is human and normal. We've seen other characters also falter with their past actions and what they were or were not able to do at the time (Trey not standing up for or to Riddle, Lilia acting callously towards his children, etc.). This by itself is NOT necessarily a bad thing or something to hate on them for; I'd argue that what matters much more is how those matters were dealt with and what the results of those efforts have been. In the case of the Shroud parents, they do not appear to have bad blood with Idia or Ortho in modern day and the game has really done little to indicate that the Shroud parents should be viewed in a morally grey light. They've welcomed Ortho as a part of their family, openly refer to him like a third son, supported his official enrollment as a NRC student, and worry about his safety when Ortho tries to rush headfirst into danger. As for Idia, though he sometimes grumbles about his parents and tends to their actions as coming from a place of not caring, his peers have pointed out that being scolded is proof of his parents’ love for him. For example, Idia complains that his parents have sent him back to NRC so they don’t have to deal with a “nuisance” like him. He also says that there has been public interest in STYX and demand for accountability, which has specifically put his father under fire. We could view the situation like Idia has—that has parents wanted him out of their way. However, as Rook so tactfully pointed out, Idia’s parents must hold deep affection for him. This implies that the Shrouds chose to send Idia back to school for his own safety, and Mr. Shroud was willing to take the full brunt of the heat himself rather than let people suspect his son, whom Mr. Shroud must know is socially anxious. Idia has plenty of other stories about how his parents punished him for dangerous tech modifications he made, and how they’d take away his gadgets as punishment. Again, because they care about their children and their safety, even if they (especially his more stern and work-oriented father) may not show it in conventionally affectionate ways. Idia has pessimistic views that color his parents as annoying and isn’t as close to them anymore as he used to be, but this doesn’t condemn the Shrouds to the eternal hall of bad parents who never ever learn or refuse to change their ways.

Now, about their outfits! Mr. and Mrs. Shroud wear the same robes as NPC staff at STYX. This much is true!! … But I don’t think there is any deep meaning in this, seeing as Idia too wears the same robes?? I believe this is just the default work uniform for STYX researchers, regardless of the position they’re in (so this uniform detail does not technically contribute to the “intentional obscuring” of the Shroud parents’ designs).

We don’t really know what the reason for them wearing the helmets is, and nor is there very strong implication as to why. There have been plenty of fan speculations and theories including but not limited to: special personal protective equipment, magical enhancement gear, general Shroud family shyness, cost/time saving measure for the devs, etc. I can’t really say one way or another which is the “most correct” idea 🤷‍♂️

What I will say is that I do not think there was an intent to hide the Shroud parents’ faces for the same reasons that Mrs. Rosehearts’ face was. Why? Well:

Their faces are not censored in the same way as Mrs. Rosehearts was in the manga; she has her face shaded out by black, but we can still see the details of her outfit. The Shrouds, meanwhile are making the conscious decision to wear helmets—and highly personalized helmets at that. (Mr. Shroud’s helmet is different in colors and design than Mrs. Shroud’s.) This indicates individuality and wanting to make the Shroud parents stand out, not to homogenize them as anonymous black blots at which the OB boys’ trauma finds its roots.

To build off of my previous point, the comment about purposefully obscuring the face of the "source" of Riddle's trauma was ONLY said in the context of the manga, NOT the game. Therefore, in-game assets cannot be considered reliable for "the Shroud parents wear helmets to hise their faces; hidden faces = source of an OB boy's trauma" theory. If you doubt this, then please refer to each boy’s post-OB flashback. In the game, it is not just the sources of their trauma that are blotted out in black, it is literally every character (even the ones with positive memories or experiences associated with them). This includes Trey and Che’nya, whose younger form faces ARE openly depicted in the manga. So again, the “obscuring the faces of characters who are major trauma sources” thing only applies to the manga and the game does not follow this.

The Shrouds are largely depicted in a positive light. The negative aspects of them tend to come from Idia, who tends to have a pessimistic slant to his perception of the world and other people.

Idia’s personal accounts and even his post-OB flashbacks do not attribute or credit his parents for any aspect of his trauma. Much of the guilt and shame he feels is self-imposed and directed at himself.

As I’ve pointed out earlier in this post, we are assuming a lot of things about what happened in Idia’s life following Ortho’s death. The downside to this is that it doesn’t grant the parents any grace and takes everything we see (as little as it is) at face value without considering alternatives or how the parents could have changed in recent years.

Again, we don’t have a lot of information on why the Shrouds wear the helmets. I don’t think it’s wise to assume it’s for a bad reason when most of the canon has indicated we are supposed to “like” the Shrouds (or, at the very least, they’re supposed to be “redeemed” compared to the initially negative comment we were given of them).

In conclusion: no, I don’t think Idia’s parents are wearing their helmets because they’re associated with their son’s trauma. To me, the helmets feel like something they must wear for some in-universe purpose such as additional protection or to indicate their role within the organization.

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They Will Not See

Read on AO3

Am I in a bad way about Season 3 and the finale? Yes.

PAIRING: tech x fem reader

SUMMARY: You spend a sweet, unexpected night in bed with Tech.

WORDS COUNT: 1274

RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV

NOTES: This is installment eighteen of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3, but I think it’s also a sweet, intimate stand-alone Tech story. And I do love Tech losing a little of his control, especially since he’s kind of Dom in the series.

Although it’s written in second person, my heroine has a very established relationship with the Batch.

Tech watches you sleep. This is a recent development.

Usually, he would disentangle himself and leave the bed as soon as you drifted off, staying that long only because he knows you enjoy not falling asleep alone. He has spent his entire life sleeping in close proximity to one or more people, so he understands the general idea that this might be comforting. Tech can fall asleep anywhere, under almost any conditions. He has never accidentally fallen asleep, at least not since he was a cadet, but, when circumstances allow, he can just pass out. He overheard someone on an extended mission refer to him as the king of the power nap, which he took as a compliment.

You have always rested on Tech in casual moments; physical contact clearly being one of the ways you show affection. Touch has never been important to Tech. He has never had the need to show anyone affection or have it shown to him. In his life, he has categorized touch as negative or neutral. The addition of sex as physical intimacy has expanded the categories slightly. The touch associated with sex is usually positive. He certainly enjoys the physical sensations he experiences during sexual activities, and he understands that touch pre- and post- said activities is something you need, but it was not something he previously thought about for himself.

With the regular addition of multiple partners to your intimate activities, and their own needs for your attention, the idle time you spend with him has diminished, and, to his surprise, he misses that. He also finds that when he returns to the bedroom and sees you sleeping intertwined with someone, there is an unfamiliar feeling present. He wouldn’t call it jealousy, because he has never previously experienced that emotion, but he might acknowledge that it could be adjacent to that on an emotional spectrum.

So, he watches you, considering, then he puts down his datapad and stays next to you, your head resting on his shoulder. After a few minutes, your body fully turns and presses to him, your arm on his chest. He decides this is not a neutral touch and recategorizes it as positive, and then he falls asleep.

*

You are dreaming. Tech is kissing your neck, and his hand is cradling your head. He’s whispering soft words to you as he nuzzles your ear. You don’t understand what he is saying, but you can tell that the words are sweet.

For a moment, you feel bad; this must be Wrecker or maybe Hunter, but you refuse to wake up, instead basking in the gentle touch of someone who rarely touches you gently. You don’t remember either of them being there, but Tech doesn’t stay in bed with you.

Dream Tech kisses you, pressing his lips to yours before you open your mouth to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You hear your name whispered with such a tone that your whole body shivers.

A knee nudges between your legs, parting them slightly, and then another spreads you open, and his body is flush to your own. A strong arm nestles to one side of your head, and you finally open your eyes, ready to let the dream go, to stop this nighttime lover before it goes too far. But it’s still Tech above you, his eyes partly closed, and you feel an unexpected excitement and warmth course through your body. You pull his face down to yours to kiss him more, your fingertips running through his short hair, against the strap that keeps his goggles a permanent part of his face, like Wrecker’s scar and Hunter and Crosshair’s tattoos.

As he begins to slide into you, you softly cry out his name into his ear. He stops for a moment, as if confused, and you wonder if he thought he was dreaming as well. At least it was your name he called out. His eyes are fully open now, looking at you. You smile and tip your hips up to encourage him to continue. Another moment passes and then he is buried inside you.

He’s moving slowly, almost hesitant. It’s been a long time since someone was in your bed who could initiate the dreamy fun of middle-of-the-night sex, and maybe Tech has never done this at all, considering he rarely even falls asleep in your bed. Would he have slept in others’?

But it feels so good. So nice. So satisfying. His body is against yours, his strokes long and careful, and when he fills you, he presses in just a little more, and you murmur at the pleasure of it. You could do this all night, whispering encouragement in his ear, telling him how you never want this to stop, how good it feels. You squeeze yourself around his cock, gratified to hear him make a small sound of satisfaction, moving your hips to meet him. Your arms wrap around him, feeling those strong muscles in his back, feeling his ass tighten as he pushes into you.

He’s different, his breath catching more right now than when he is pounding into you. He hooks your leg over his arm, finding an angle to be deeper into you. He stays like this, rolling his hips against you as you moan in ecstasy.

Eventually, he has to stop, holding himself still as he tries to control himself, but you can tell he’s close. You move under him, tightening around him in tantalizing pulses, pressing him into you, not letting him collect himself enough to halt his body.

“Wait,” he whispers to you. “I will finish too soon.”

“No,” you answer. “I want you to come.” You keep moving against him, feeling his resolve giving way.

“But you…you have not…”

“It’s okay. This feels so good. I don’t want to change it. Come in me like this.” And you want him to lose a little of his usual control. He looks into your eyes before giving in.

His pace picks up slightly, as you push against him, your fingers raking along his back, your teeth finding his shoulder. His lips are to yours, muffling his moan as he starts to come, pumping inside of you.

You cry out in shared bliss, holding him tight, your legs wrapped around his, riding every wave, until his face is nuzzled against your own, his breaths against your neck.

*

You lie on his chest, his arm around you. You thought he’d fall right back to sleep, but you can feel the wakefulness in his body. You stroke your fingers against his chest, then absentmindedly lick his nipple.

“Mmph,” he groans in surprise, catching your hand in his. He turns his head slightly to you. “I feel that I have left a task incomplete.”

“Tech,” you laugh. “I’m not an item on a checklist…or are you concerned about your perfect record?” He rolls his eyes, but you can tell you’re partly correct. “Do I seem any less satisfied to you than at other times?” He has no response. “Then leave it…Or leave it til morning. Let me just enjoy this.” You feel his body relax slightly in acquiescence.

Yes, you want to soak this up. A few hours of soft Tech, with sex no less intense or satisfying because he wasn’t rough with you – with his strong, naked body against you, and his attention not diverted by his datapad. You don’t want to fall asleep yet, but slowly his warmth and steady breathing lull your eyes to close.

In the morning, he ticks off that final box on his checklist before he leaves.

*

The rest of the series can be found here.

Warning: It gets kinky.

#Tech lives #tech smut #tech x you #tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech #tech bad batch #tech #clone trooper tech #tech the bad batch #bad batch tech #smutty fanfiction #spicy tech #tech fanfiction #the bad batch tech x reader #the bad batch tech

[findingnemosworld]

𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 (𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞).

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐨𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!!!

He'd been a frequent visitor of her home for as long as he could remember, the pair had grown up together with overbearing fathers whom had laid out their careers for them and with that common ground, they'd been able to establish a strong bond which had lasted for the better part of twenty years; now, at age twenty two and twenty three respectively, they were definitely past the thin line of friendship yet neither of them wished to admit it, until ...

During the rare occasions in which they were both free of their respective obligations to their careers, they find themselves back in their old hometown, reminiscing of their joyous memories buried underneath the rubble of the strict regime they had to follow as children, however today was not one of those days, it'd been three years since her father's passing; her mother had decided on selling the house to move to her home country, and to do that she'd asked her to look through her old belongings to see if there was anything she could give away or discard altogether, and Dominik, who'd found himself free of any plans had offered to help her, believing it'll be a simple task, that was until ... he saw the boxes.

He chuckles, "Jesus baba, how many boxes do you have?"

She shot him a deadly yet playful glare, "I'm not the one who volunteered, so you can go if you want to."

"Come on," he scoffs, gently nudging her shoulder. "I'm joking."

They pull out the first few boxes, sorting through the old items that seemed well enough to donate, along with the items she would discard and halfway through their assortments, Dominik pulls out a box that was labeled '𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴', "What's this?" he asks.

Her eyes gloss over to the box he was holding, and a broad smile appears across her lips. "It's a box of my old games, I had a few consoles that I liked to play with, sort of a precursor to becoming a game developer." she giggles.

Dominik chuckles, opening the box to check the consoles that ranged from the old PlayStation model, the portable PlayStation -however there was one console that immediately captured his attention- "Hold on!" he exclaims pulling out the colorful console, "You had the Atari Touch Me!!" he adds in complete surprise.

"Yeah, ..." she nods, a nostalgic smile appears across her lips. "It was a gift from my uncle, I played with that thing every night during summer."

"How come you never showed it to me?" he wonders.

"It never came up," she shrugs before adding with a nonchalant tone, "I don't even think it works."

Dominik pressed the on/off switch, which triggered the console to make a sound, "Oh I think it does ..." he states.

She shuffles closer to him, "Holy shit!" she whispers.

Dominik grows silent for a brief moment, contemplating if he was ready to finally confess what he had been harboring for the past twenty years, the fact of the matter is -he loved her, and it wasn't a friendly, platnoic kind of love- no, it was the kind of love that made a human feel lighter, through all the ups and downs he had ever experienced, he knew that he could always lean on her and she'd never judge him, whenever he felt suffocated by his father, the window to her bedroom was always open for him to climb into and she'd let him rest his head on her lap, listening to him ramble on while she gently caressed his hair.

Yes, he was known as the flirt of his football club. The one who had every girl begging to get a chance with him. Yet all he wanted ... was a chance with her.

"Domi!" her cheerful voice managed to interrupt his train of thoughts, as she adds with an excited tone, "You wanna play?"

He nods, with a soft smile. "Sure!"

A competitive air enveloped them as they traded roles in playing with the console, every now and then, she'd throw teasing taunts to which he responds to in kind, however she seemed oblivious to the way he was looking at her, his eyes, which were usually full of warmth and love were now full of love laced with something entirely different, a sense of longing mixed with lust, the need to feel every single inch of her, the mere thought sent blood rushing straight to his cock, in turn causing a soft grunt to escape his lips.

The sound had captured her attention, causing her to look up in confusion, "Are you oka-?" she was interrupted halfway as he closed the distance between them with a searing passionate kiss that took her completely by surprise.

The kiss had lasted for about a minute before he pulls away, exhaling slowly. "I ...." he began, unable to form a single word.

"What was that?" she whispers softly.

"Baba I ..." he began before chuckling breathlessly, "I should have told you a long time ago, but everytime I tried to ... I become tonguetied, I lose all sense of speech, and think that I'm better off not telling you because if I do tell you then I'm gonna end up losing you and I don't want to lose you, because you're my best friend, you're ... you're my person." he sighs.

"Domi ..." she interjects, taking his hand. "Slow down ... what are you trying to say?"

Dominik inhales then exhales a deep breath before he looks at her with softness in his eyes, "I love you baba, I've been in love with you since I was six, and yes I'm crazy ..." he laughs, "But the fact is, I've been in love with you this whole time, ever since you smiled at me and let me paint with you."

"I ... How is that ...? Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, confused as she tries to think back to the moments they spent together.

"I told you." he sighs, with a defeated puppy-like look. "I was scared of losing you, and let me say I wanted to beat up every single boyfriend you've ever had."

Her brow arched in amusement as she reminds him, "You almost beat up Andras!"

"Ok I almost did but that's not the point ...." he shrugs before leaning closer, trailing one of his digits across her cheekbone. "The point is ..." he whispers hoarsely. "I am done hiding my feelings, I am done pretending like I don't want to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name."

Her eyes widen, and a flush of rosé coats her cheeks. "Oh?"

"Baba," he rests his forehead on hers, "Please, ..." he whispers, gulping before he adds. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this ... don't break my heart."

"Domi ..." she murmurs. "I ..." she paused, "I never thought you felt something for me, I figured you liked all the other girls that flocked your way," she smiled softly then added. "I thought that I was just your best friend."

"Oh baba!" he sighs, cradling her face in his hand. "You are more, so much more than that." he pressed his lips onto hers. "You're my person, you're ... you're my soulmate."

She exhales a soft breath before her gaze flickers towards her old bed, "We have about two hours before my mom comes back," she whispers.

He grins, "Let's put these two hours into good use!"

They stride towards her bed, diving deep into the ocean of pure and uncontrollable passion -the kind of passion that had them stripping their clothing in a rush just to feel their bare skin, to become one with the other- he takes his time admire every curve of her body, the nights in which he'd imagine her in bed with him paled in comparison to the very real moment that they were engaged in, "Fuck me ... you're beautiful!" he whispers, pressing featherlight kisses to her shoulder which elicited breathy moans from her. "So beautiful!" he murmurs.

Every nerve of her body was set ablaze by the intoxicating combination of his callous digits along with his lips, "Dominik." she whimpers.

"I've waited so long, so long ..." he sighs, his lips trailing downwards from her the column of her neck down to her collarbone and onto her chest, his lips wrap around her right nipple whilst his digits toyed with the left one, eliciting a melodious symphony of moans from her lips. "I've stayed awake wondering how you'd feel underneath my fingertips, how you'd taste and my fantasies are now a reality, ..." he murmurs in awe, "You are magnificent baba!" he praised, pressing more featherlight kisses down across her abdomen before he nestled his head between her thighs, spreading them apart. "I want to worship you!"

Before she could utter a response, his tongue licked a long and lesiure strip from her clit down to her pussy drawing out a soft yet audible whine from her, "Oh Fuck!" her slender digits grip the bedsheets underneath her.

"Just like honey ..." he grunts, aroused by her scent. "I don't think I'm going to stop and ..." he trails off, looking up at her with half lidded eyes. "I don't plan on stopping."

He buried his tongue deep into the warmth of her walls, whilst his thumb rubbed gentle circles to stimulate her clit drawing out more and more moans from her, "Fuck ..." she whines, "Just like that ... Oh god, Oh ..." she whimpers biting her lip.

Her voice served to encourage him to up his speed, his tongue darting in a rapid motion inside of her walls whilst his thumb rubbed her clit rather viciously causing her muscles to clench around his tongue which in turn elicited a guttural groan deep from within.

"Fuck!" she cried, "Dominik I ... I'm close, I think I'm gonna -OH MY GOD!" her back arched as she felt the wave of euphoria envelope every inch of her body and in turn elicit the loudest groan from Dominik which seemed to vibrate back into her body eliciting a whine from her. "Fuck ... fuck, Oh fuck!"

He'd crossed the path of being gentle, and was now a man feasting as though she was his very last meal, a few minutes in and he pulls back, the hunger still evident in his eyes. "You're my favorite meal!" he whispers, crawling back to look her in the eye, "Mine ..." he grunts, pressing his lips entirely onto hers, "Mine, all mine ..."

The possessive undertone in his voice drew out a whimper from her, "Yours!" she replies softly, kissing him in return. "Forever ..."

One of his hands slips down to spread her thighs apart whilst the other sinks into her silken locks, "Mine ..." he growls, gently teasing her clit with the tip of his cock before lowering himself further to bury himself deep into her walls. "Jesus," he buries his face in the column of her neck, "It's like your pussy was made for me."

"I love you ..." she breathed out, her hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. "I love you Dominik Szoboszlai ..."

His heart leaps with warmth laced with joy, "I love you too." he pressed a kiss to her shoulder and sighed, "I love you too Y/N Y/L/N."

He pushed his hips against hers, wrapping one arm around her waist, gently lifting her body up to his. "From this day forward, it's gonna be you and me baba, you and me ..." he whispers, peppering the column of her neck with featherlight kisses and bites. "You and me baby."

"You and me," she repeats.

The bed creaks beneath them, the room became enveloped with their searing passion which they'd withheld for quite some time. "Fuck baba ... you're squeezing my cock." he grunts, lifting his head to press his lips onto hers, "Such a good girl," he cooed softly, "Such a good girl."

"Dominik," she whines, pulling him closer. "I'm gonna cum." she murmurs.

"Yeah?" he murmured in return, smiling softly. "You're gonna cum for me, you're gonna cum all over my cock like the good girl you are."

"Oh my god ... Dominik." she moans hotly, her legs wrapping around his torso.

"That's it!" he grunts, holding her tightly. "Cum for me, cum for me baby."

She pressed her lips over his, feeling her muscles tense once again as another orgasm washes over her. "Fuck fuck ..." she whines.

Shortly after, she felt his cock twitch before a surge of warmth coats her walls eliciting a whine from her.

"Are you ...?" he asks hoarsely.

"Yeah, I'm on the pill." she waves off his concern, "Jesus, ..." her back arched.

Once they ride off their high, he collapses next to her then pulls her on top of him murmuring, "I should have taken the chance earlier but my god, this was amazing."

She curls up close, resting her head on his chest. "It was." she admits, a breathless giggle escapes her as she adds. "Dominik."

"Yeah?" he replies softly.

"Should we take the Atari with us back to Liverpool?" she wonders with an amused tone.

Doiminik chuckles, "Considering it lead us to finally unleash what we've been holding back for so long, you bet we're taking it with us, because after every round, I'm gonna play with you just like the Atari and trust me when I say," he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, "I'm gonna win every round."

#dominik szoboszlai #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai smut #dominik szoboszlai fanfiction #dominik szoboszlai fanfic #dominik szoboszlai one shot #dominik szoboszlai x fem reader

[missielynne]

Honestly, I think Isaac handled things poorly but I’m not willing to give Nigel a free pass either. He is clearly the more experienced partner and has repeatedly pushed Isaac to move faster than he was comfortable with. In show, they went from first date to wedding day in less than two years, and arguably, Isaac only proposed in the first place because Nigel was guilt tripping him over not wanting to move in together. It is a shame that things didn’t work out for the two of them, but I don’t think they were good for each other.

You know, that is a very good point. From the get go, there's been a really visible difference in how both Nigel and Isaac have approached the relationship: Nigel was obviously very comfortable with his sexuality in a way that Isaac has been growing into and I think that he found it sort of...galling that Isaac wasn't at the same place as him regarding that and he was always a little impatient to get them to the same place without really listening to where Isaac was.

Nigel was definitely a pusher. I mean it's not wrong for him to want a relationship with someone who is as comfortable being gay as he is. But like...let's look at the Christmas ep for instance: Isaac does the hand on Nigel's face which is code for "Don't do this, I'm not ready" and instead of, you know, talking about it, Nigel stomps off to the shed and sleeps with Jenkins. That left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth from the time that it happened, to be honest. It would be one thing if he'd just, you know, maybe gone off to another part of the property for the night and come back when they both had clearer heads, but the fact that the first thing Nigel does when he and Isaac are estranged for even the shortest bit of time was to actually go sleep with Jenkins...that kind of tells what kind of value Isaac had.

And Jenkins KNEW that, you know? He was always there in the back being the looming problem covered up but not gotten rid of.

And even his remark about the DJ: "It's my wedding and my fiance's rich!" I know it was played off as funny but like, add that to what was already done about the prenup and I honestly think they'd be headed for trouble.

It feels like they had two different sets of needs: Isaac's were more emotional as he works on coming to terms with his sexuality and exploring what that means for him, and Nigel was more about like, the physical and STUFF and status, which is exactly the opposite, I think of what Isaac would need in the long run to be happy, and seeing him finally making a decision in the relationship that would be better for him than for Nigel, that wasn't just about pleasing Nigel cause he was like, afraid of being alone or losing guy he THOUGHT was good for him...that was good, even if the timing could have been better.

#cbs ghosts #missielynne's awesome anon #anti nisaac

[voidandabyssal]

Heya, I'm having one of those headache days again so I'm wondering how you think some of the skellies would react to a friend and/or their s/o suffering from a migraine.

How about Siren Sans from your fic Below the Ice?

Can I also get Fell Paps and the Swapfell brothers too?

THANKKKK YOUUU FOR LETTING ME TAKE ABOUT SIREN SANS!!!!

Sorry, any chance i get to talk about my fic and i just go feral (some minor spoilers for below the ice down below)

Siren sans (below the ice):

At first, he doesn’t really understand what a migraine is. Sirens don’t get sick very often so he doesn’t necessarily ‘get’ it

He thinks the scientists have done something to you. He doesn’t know what, but he knows they’ve done something

Naturally, SS becomes a lot more protective and defensive than normal around you. (If thats even possible)

He’s trying to drag you into his tank with him, hissing and scratching at any researchers that try and get close

He’s very clearly agitated, even taking to clawing at the glass in his tank.

You do end up having to explain to him what a migraine is, just to stop him from dragging you into the freezing cold water

Once he gets it, he gets it.

He’ll be sad about not getting to cuddle you, but he’ll be happy to do anything else,

Even if its just you and him in the same room together in silence,

He’s happy just in your company

Edge (uf paps):

Once Edge comes home from a long day and spots you just lazing on the couch, he’s pretty annoyed

He first tries to drag you off the couch and get you to do something.

Though once he realises your actually in quite a bit of pain he stops

Then he gets concerned, like, he actually goes quiet kind of concerned

He drags you over to his bed, a place he knows is safe and clean and of course very quiet

He makes sure you’re comfortable. Edge isn’t the most familiar on human medicines but he knows the basics

Though he does press a palm to your head and casts some green magic over you

Then Edge leaves to cook you some food, his best dish, lasagna!

Mutt (sf paps):

You both probably wake up with a migraine from drinking all night lol

Maybe there is such a thing as partying too hard

Regardless, not much gets done between the two of you

Mutt and you spend most of the day intertwined with one another, just sleeping away the pain

You both even ignore Blacks chores list 😨

Mutt wakes up before you and realises that, crap, neither of you have done anything that Black has asked

Mutt jumps out of bed and rushes down the stairs and just rushes through all his chores

Once he realises your still to unwell to complete yours, he freaks a little but relents and does your tasks

Luckily, he finishes before Black gets back home

He does promptly crash on top of you and pass out

Black (sf sans):

He leaves way to early in the morning to catch you waking up, so he doesn’t realise how in pain you are

When Black gets home and he realises you haven’t moved since he left the house, he gets worried

Thats very unlike you

Once you complain about your migraines, Black feels terrible

He feels as though he should’ve done more for you, instead of just leaving you to fend for yourself for the day

He quickly rushes to get you something to eat and drink

Black also tries to use some green magic on you, luckily he’s very experienced so it works well on you

Blacks pretty much mother hening you. Its very sweet

Mutt complains that he never gets treated like that and Black snaps back that its because you don’t purposely over drink

#undertale #undertale au #sans x reader #undertale headcanons #voidimagines #papyrus x reader #swapfell #underfell #below the ice

[finn-m-corvex]

Lightning in a Cubicle Pt. 4

And here it is! At long last! The fourth part of Lightning in a Cubicle! We have finally crossed the halfway marker and are on our way to the finale, which is looking like two more parts away (5 and 6) and that'll be a relief for me, honestly. I know this is quite late, but I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

Words: 3.4k

Slight TWs for very very very small wanting to rot in hell instead of the Administration! Taglist @rainofthetwilight @lightning-chicken @i-love-jay-walker and @sir-robyn! Enjoy! Remember if you want to be on future taglists, please tell me explicitly!

Sora was seriously growing on Jay, and it was a problem.

A couple of weeks had passed since the girl first became his intern, and she was probably the best thing that he could’ve ever asked for. She was efficient, on time, productive, and always managed to make him laugh on a day day. Plus, she was always on his side whenever Shitty Sharon decided to try and start shit, as her name implied. Overall, the past two weeks were probably the best that Jay ever experienced while working with the Administration, and he couldn’t think of anything else that would make it even better.

Well, there was one thing, but he already knew that there was no way he was ever getting those memories back.

“...so I told the guy to shove off if he didn’t want pictures of his ass hanging around the office,” Sora said between bites of food that the two picked up from the cafeteria, “because you know that I would’ve put his ass on the copier.”

“Oh, I know,” Jay said, looking at the girl fondly as she stuck her feet up on his desk. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry about it, especially when his cubicle was as tiny as it was. “Then what happened?”

She continued to regale him with tales of her adventures in the mailroom three floors down, and Jay did his best to listen, but he was distracted.

Every night since Sora had shown up he would have dreams. Weird dreams of things that he couldn’t place, people that he couldn’t remember, and in the morning he would do his best to sketch whatever remnants he could pick out from the haze of his mind. The pictures were hanging up all around his apartment with push pins and thumbtacks, and Jay hoped that his inspection would be delayed. Otherwise he might get sent off to the psychiatric ward, and fined for all of the new drywall that would have to be installed.

Did the Administration even have a psychiatric ward? With how often upper management drives the lower classes crazy, they better have one. And it better not be coming out of Jay’s paycheck.

“Hey,” Sora said, snapping her fingers in front of his face, “are you even listening? Geez, don’t tell me we’ve gotta get you hearing aids now.”

“I’m listening,” Jay protested, “just thinking at the same time. You were saying something about one of the guys sticking his hand up the pneumatic tube?”

Jay’s brain kept working while Sora talked. All of his searches for someone named Lloyd turned up with nothing, unless he was somehow dreaming about the legendary Green Ninja, but there was no way that someone as ordinary as him would have any association with a ninja. Jay didn’t even know that Ninjago had ninja! Which you would think would be something that he would remember considering he was from Ninjago!

And yet, faint memories tugged at the farthest corners of his mind, there but just barely out of his reach. Most of them were of Cole in his black gi, great green scar on his forehead and eyes of charcoal brown, but there were some of a younger man in green next to a taller man in red, a harsh scar over the latter’s eye and irises a molten brown. One in white, with shiny metallic skin that gleamed in the sunlight and eyes glowing icy blue, but the one that twisted the knife is his gut the most was the one woman in his memories. She had beauty greater than the depths of the sea, with eyes that floated between blues and greens that he had only seen in pictures of ocean waves.

They were the Ninja.

He found things about all five of the Ninja: green, red, black, white, and gray or cyan since the articles couldn’t decide what color she officially was. She was the most gorgeous woman that Jay ever laid eyes on, and he knew that he would be thrilled if she ever became his manager—

“Jay!”

“What?” he said, annoyed.

The girl sighed. “Alright, now I know you’re not listening. What’s got you so distracted? I know you don’t like working overtime, but I thought the pay was good enough to help you at least pretend to be doing something.”

Usually it was, but even that sweet overtime couldn’t push his thoughts out of his head. “You said you lived in the Crossroads for a while, right? Did you learn anything about the Ninja?”

Sora looked surprised, and Jay knew how much of a risk this was. “I may have heard some things, why?”

“I-I was looking at some stuff about them to try and learn what they were like,” Jay said, but he decided to backtrack. “You know what? It’s nothing. We should probably just be heading home.”

“Wait,” Sora said, springing up after him as he stood and started grabbing up his things, “you can talk to me, Jay. What’s wrong?”

And he wanted to so badly; Jay trusted her more than he trusted anyone else in this place. Their trip to the aquarium had only strengthened their bond into something that Jay never knew he would have. Before she came into his life he probably would’ve said that he trusted Luke the most, but ever since he first met Sora he started acting more and more cagey whenever the two would walk by. He would only talk in short sentences to her, sometimes not at all, and it rubbed Jay the wrong way. “It’s nothing, really. Do you need me to walk you home?”

“Uh,” Sora paused, “I don’t think so. I should be okay.”

The two of them started walking out of the office, Jay bidding goodbye to the rest of his exhausted coworkers as they went. Luke was nowhere to be found, and the man standing there in the security uniform instead of Luke instantly brought a smile to Jay’s face. The shaggy hair was achingly familiar, and the man looked up to see who was exiting. A smile split Jay’s face in response to the man’s, and for some reason it just felt right to drop his briefcase and sprint to the man.

“Cole!” Jay exclaimed, jumping into the bigger man’s arms and hugging him tight. Cole laughed, reciprocating, and a rush of familiarity made him light-headed even though Jay only met this guy once before. Jay stayed there for a minute or two before realizing how weird it probably was to be hugging your security guard, and pulled back after a minute; Cole’s grip made it a little difficult, almost as if the ravenette didn’t want to let Jay go.

His head started throbbing, trying to conjure up all of the fragments that he could remember about Cole, but the only things that came to his mind were the drawings hanging up on his walls. They couldn’t be everything that Jay had from Cole, not when his arms made him feel safer than the Administration security forces ever did.

Smile still on his face, Cole put his hands on his hips. “Guess who got the job?”

“You did?” Jay guessed, and Cole flexed his large muscles as confirmation. Someone coughed from behind them and Jay belatedly realized that Sora was still standing there, looking very confused. Her eyes were wide as they looked at Cole, and Cole’s eyes widened in response.

“Oh! Sora, this is Cole. Cole, this is my intern Sora. She’s great,” Jay babbled, not noticing the tension starting to leak into the air. Instead, all he could focus on was that now he had his two favorite people in the entirety of the Administration in the same hallway. You would be surprised at how hard that was to accomplish in a building with over 300 floors.

“Yeah, we’ve met before,” Sora said stiffly, and Jay caught a brief glimpse of Cole making a shushing motion before he turned to look at his intern.

“Oh shit, really?”

“I saw her in the elevator the other day,” Cole said quickly, and Sora’s face scrunched in confusion before clearing. “We had a good talk about, uh, the printers and everything! Right Sora?”

“Printers?” Jay asked.

“Right! Printers!” Sora said, picking up Jay’s briefcase and handing it to him. “Pesky little things, right? C’mon, we should get going. We still have to get to your apartment.”

Jay sighed, patting Cole’s arm as he faced the now fixed elevator. “She’s right. Sorry man, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow—”

“I can walk with you,” Cole blurted, and Jay paused.

“Don’t you have to stay here and keep watch?”

“With all due respect, Jay, I don’t think anyone’s going to be breaking into the accounting department after 8 P.M. I can walk you to your house and come back. I’ll even walk Sora to wherever she needs to be so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Well, what did he have to lose? His job? Maybe that would be a free excuse to finally get out of this damn place.

“If you’re sure,” Jay said, walking to the elevator. He tried to hide the pep in his step, shoving his lightning down as far as it would go. There had already been way too many close calls with Sora, he couldn’t slip up now. “I’m on floor 275, so it might take a couple minutes.”

“Totally fine,” Cole assured, watching as Jay drew out his keycard and swiped it. The elevator dinged not even a minute later, and the three of them stepped inside as the doors closed behind them with their signature soft woosh. Cole was standing abnormally close to Jay, something that the man would’ve normally minded if it was anyone but Cole. Somehow it just felt right when it was Cole.

Some strange feeling of dread started to creep over him, but he knew it wasn’t from Cole and Sora. Memories tugged at his senses, and his sight started to blur with colors that Jay wasn’t familiar with as sounds pinged off of the elevator walls. What was happening?

Jay started babbling about random nonsense to pass the time, a nervous habit of his, but neither Cole nor Sora tried to stop him. If anything, Cole looked like he was hanging on every one of Jay’s words, and it was a nice change from the constant ignoring or fake interest from Jay’s coworkers. Now that Jay was looking at Cole properly, trying to focus on something he could see and process, he did kinda look like the black ninja from the pictures. His hair was a bit longer, and his face was a bit more weathered, but there was definitely a resemblance.

“Say, Cole,” Jay started, cutting his rant about the horrors of cardstock paper short, “would you happen to know anything about a group called the Ninja?”

Cole choked on air. Sora looked slightly alarmed and quickly whacked him on the back, Cole finally catching his breath and looking at Jay with wide eyes. “What?”

“If you’re from Ninjago, then you should know who the Ninja are, right?” Jay continued. His mouth felt weird from saying the word.

“O-Oh yeah,” Cole scratched the back of his head, “I guess you could say that. I, uh, actually knew them before the Merge happened?”

“What was the girl like?” Jay asked, fiddling with his sleeves. He couldn’t shake the feeling of deja vu, even though he knew for a fact that he had never been in this kind of situation before. “She’s really pretty, you know.”

The elevator whirred as it went up, and Jay noticed that Cole didn’t seem to be feeling any of the normal motion sickness effects. Maybe he was already accustomed to it. “I know,” Cole said, “I think you and her would’ve gotten along really well, Jay.”

“Seriously?” Jay’s face brightened, and Sora made a fake gagging sound in the background. “Shut it, Sora. What did she like? What did she eat? Is she still here? Is she nice?”

He grabbed the front of Cole’s shirt, reeling with sensory input from the memories, preparing himself to ask the most important question of all. “Is her favorite color blue?!”

The security guard looked a little startled at how close Jay had gotten in the past minute, but then he relaxed, chuckling. “Yeah, buddy, her favorite color is blue.”

Buddy. The word awakened something in Jay, and suddenly he was clutching onto Cole for a reason other than to be dramatic. 

Lightning flashed in his head, blisteringly hot and turning his vision white as he gripped onto Cole’s shirt. Cole was saying his name but Jay couldn’t speak, his tongue feeling like a wad of cotton in his mouth as he was gasping for air. The elevator kept going up and up and up, but all Jay felt was falling down-

Crashing onto his knees, Jay kept heaving, feeling Sora’s hand on his back and Cole’s on his chest as his vision blurred with tears. Finally, the elevator came to a stop, and Jay couldn’t help the relief that came over him when he realized that he was finally going to be able to go home. But no matter how much he tried his knees wouldn’t move, and more tears came to his eyes when he realized that the others were going to have to help him get home. They were going to see what was in the apartment.

They were going to abandon him. Who wants to be friends with someone who was losing his fucking mind?

“Get him up,” Cole ordered, and Sora came up on Jay’s other side. She draped his arm across her shoulders and lifted, and the two of them dragged him out of the elevator and down the hallway. Jay was still getting his bearings back, head spinning out of control as the carpeted floor suddenly looked very inviting yet again. Anything was better than having to face them after something like this.

Sora scanned the hallway, looking at each of the numbered plates. “I don’t know which one is his!”

“64,” Jay croaked, and Cole found it almost immediately. The poor office worker tried to give the security guard his keycard, and Cole refused it at first, instead taking up a stance that indicated that he was going to kick Jay’s door down. Jay did not feel like explaining that to the house inspection team on top of everything else. “You break my door down and I’ll break your spine.”

“You could definitely try,” Cole grunted, but he heeded Jay’s warning, instead taking the keycard and swiping it.

A soft click, and the larger man pushed the door open. Sora brought Jay in and set him down on his ratty old couch, the man sinking into the cushions and slamming his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to look around his apartment. Sora rubbed his shoulder, asking if he was okay, and then she noticed the drawings.

“Jay, what the hell is all of this?” she said, reaching out and touching one of the many pieces of paper. It was the first one he did back in his office, before he ever met her, of the Black Ninja in all of his glory and bearing a striking resemblance to the new security guard. Cole was also examining them, biting his lip as his fingers brushed across the one with the Black Ninja falling into the dark cloud. Jay never did manage to find any information on something like that happening in Ninjago. “Are-are you going crazy?”

“I…” Jay paused, “I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.”

Because he didn’t. He really, really didn’t.

And that scared him.

Looking away from the drawing, he watched as Cole’s hands tightened into fists, his face contorting into something that Jay didn’t recognize. Resignation? “There’s something that I should probably tell you,” Cole said softly, turning to look Jay in the eyes. “You’re not supposed to be here, Jay. You never were.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Jay said bitterly, blunt with hurt. “You think that I don’t know that I wasn’t meant to be here?”

“How much do you remember?”

Jay’s shoulders hitched. “Nothing. I don’t remember anything before this stupid place. All of these, all of them, they’re from my dreams. I don’t know what they’re trying to tell me, and I-I don’t even know if they mean anything.”

There was a box of tissues placed down next to him, and Jay glanced up to see Sora giving him a soft smile. “Here, these might help. Just take a few minutes, we’re not going anywhere.”

Grabbing up one of the tissues, Jay began to try and clean himself up a little, but he felt just as shattered and broken as he did on the first day he woke up. He had woken up in a bed, the same bed in his apartment, with only a note on the nightstand about how he had been in a coma from a workplace accident and that he was expected to be in his office at the normal time.

He didn’t know where his office was. He didn’t know the normal time. All he knew was that nothing, nothing felt right when he woke up and it hadn’t gotten better in three years of working in the Administration. There was always some small voice inside of him, whispering that he was destined for something greater than fixing copy machines, but-but..

Jay was trapped. He didn’t even know what he could say to get him out of that place.

But..but maybe they could help him get out.

Sora picked something up out of the box with his gi, left open on his messy desk, and Jay’s heart sank when he saw the light gleaming off of it. It was something that he only had second-hand knowledge about from his parents, and even that was fuzzy, but it was the only explanation he had to go off of because the Administration did not consider information about Ninjago traditions very important.

His Ying-Yang medallion.

Cole sucked in a breath when he saw it, eyes watering. “You still have that?”

“You know what it is?” Jay asked, standing up and instantly having to sit back down from the dizziness. He motioned for Sora to come closer, and took the medallion when she offered it. “Please, Cole, you have to tell me everything you know about this.”

Please. Please. They—they had to know something he didn’t, something to get him out and to see her—

Silence.

Sora wouldn’t meet Jay’s eyes, but he wasn’t giving her much of his attention; most of his attention was on the security guard, whose eyes softened, and Jay was startled to see tears forming at the corners. Cole quickly wiped them away with his jacket sleeve, grunting, before looking back up at Jay. Earthen brown on electric blue. Jay had the sinking feeling that this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.

Maybe it had something to do with the drawing of the two figures trapped deep in an arena pit, staring each other down from atop a pillar. It was dark, and there was a green blade gleaming in the corner of his vision when he was fighting for his spot on the pillar, but he could still hear the sounds of screaming applause echoing in his ears. Jay knew now who was the one in the black suit, but..he never managed to dream up who the second person could’ve possibly been. Whose eyes he was looking through.

“Her-her name is Nya,” Cole started, his hands clenched into fists. “She’s the Elemental Master of Water, and my-my sister. You’re my brother.”

“My parents didn’t have another kid,” Jay said. Something wasn’t right. “They were too old. Is your name even Cole? Or was that a lie too?” The idea of Cole lying to him about this was nauseating, and Jay wished that he was still sitting down in the elevator, hitting the bottom floor and wishing that the cable would’ve snapped so he would be plummeting straight down to hell. Maybe he was already there.

“I’m not Ed and Edna’s kid, and I wasn’t lying about my name. I’m not lying to you,” breathing out of his nose, Cole met Jay’s eyes, hardening with a resolve that sent tingles up Jay’s spine. “Jay, I need you to listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you, okay? You cannot freak out on me.”

Jay nodded, struggling to swallow past the lump of anxiety and fear in his throat. What-what was he?

Cole sighed. “You’re a Ninja, Jay.”

Yeah, he was in hell. Maybe he would’ve preferred the high water.

#ninjago #ninjago jay #finn's writing #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago cole #ninjago sora #lightning in a cubicle #ninjago dragons rising spoilers #finn's ninjago aus

[forestmossling]

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i will be no longer screaming in moderation. i am now going to scream excessively. sorry for that.

THIS IS SO GOOD. this literally ascends any mortal comprehension of good. this is AMAZING.

i started reading it at like 4am because i have no self-control so my capability of comprehending stuff was greatly lowered due to my sleep deprivation, but i feel like if i had my full emotional range at my disposal while i was reading this i wouldn’t have survived. this is my favorite steddie fic now.

it’s just so sweet😭😭 and the characterization is so on point, but with a fun twist to it, because they actually act and feel like the barely-not-teenagers-anymore that they are. the fact that steve actually went to eddie to learn about dnd (i LOVE when this happens in fics), all of their interactions, the way eddie’s so silly and smitten with steve in such a real way. and when eddie thought steve stood him up, when he was thinking about that naive joy that he allowed himself for a short while despite knowing better being replaced by the bitter disappointment and the feeling of “i knew this would happen, what did i even expect” was described in such visceral way to me at least, because i know that feeling so well and have experienced it in absolutely the same way so many times so i was about ready to writhe on the floor while i clawed my heart of my chest. i am just-

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

anyway. and i already said here that i love an outsider’s perspective on what happens to steve from people who don’t know about the upside down and pre-canon meetings so this was just everything that i love and treasure but also so much more. i feel like i don’t even have the correct words to describe the way i feel about this fic anymore.

and eddie thinking his crush on steve was so hopeless while steve was literally crushing on him for several months already was so- aaarfwjdiveufoehwxhskdc. especially when eddie found out about it.

and eddie rushing to startcourt, terrified, when he found out it was burning down and taking care of steve and taking him home i’m just 😭😭😭. i can’t.

and i really loved the way they didn’t have this classic “oh my god there’s no way he’s not straight” thing going on, because when eddie asked him out to the fair he immediately assumed it was a date and steve ALSO knew it was a date and they didn’t have to go through a gajillion of painful conversations to figure out they’re on the same page. not that it’s bad when it goes like this, it’s also amazing and can be wonderful to read, but this version of their relationship just hits different.

also, the barmaid/blacksmith dnd fantasy nearly killed me dead. i was this 🤏 close to tearing up every time it was mentioned, and the way it wasn’t just a passing comment but became a thing for them just makes me AAAAARDJESFGDEGJKESN.

and this

just made me giggle, idk. literally don’t look at me, i am so Not Normal about this fic.

and it’s just funny how the previous fic i read has a pretty similar concept but i whined about not getting a continuation and not seeing how their relationship would pan out, and the next fic by this author that i read just immediately delivers. good fucking god.

anyway, sorry guys, but this is now officially a @keycarabiner fan page. if my discordant desperate screams haven’t already made that painfully clear, i am obsessed with this fic and i STRONGLY RECOMMEND reading it. if not for my sake, then for yours. 9357001126935831552368005336892950/10, go read this right now.

#steddie #no you don’t understand like STEDDIE #steve harrington #eddie munson #they’re so sweet and adorable i’m having cuteness aggression over the whole thing they’ve got going on #steddie fic rec #steddie fic #stranger things fic #ao3 #get steve harrington to be loved and appreciated agenda #using my nonexistent mental manipulation powers to make everybody go read this fic so we can all have a good time #as you can tell i wasn’t kidding when i said i can’t find words to describe the way this makes me feel anymore #so you get whatever letters i found in my cold shriveled heart to throw at you instead of any actual coherent descriptions #just recommending fics is not enough i need a gun

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Overwhelmed

elijah mikaelson x reader | requested

summary: you were warned that the transition would be hard, but words can only prepare you so much. experiencing it for yourself is way different, and harder than you could’ve ever imagined. you’re just glad your boyfriend’s got your back through it all, otherwise things would be going even worse than they already are.

tags: neurodiverse reader / sensory processing disorder, overstimulation, mild panic attack, comfort, some fluff

word count: 2.2k

a/n: requested to be like my other work, One of These Days, but just for Elijah! I tried making this one just a little different from the other, just for some variation, so I hope it's okay! <3

Every emotion you’ve ever felt is ten times stronger. Every bit of anger, sadness, joy, or pleasure. Your body seems to burn with discomfort, or melt with adoration, as your heightened senses take on a personality of their own. Your mind races. Your thinking is quicker, your reflexes are faster, and your feet can move you across a room almost at the speed of sound. It’s strange. Anxiety bubbles in your chest as you try to adapt to each new scenario. Every room in the mansion feels like a new challenge. The bright lights seem to burn into your retinas. Their faint buzzing is like a gunshot close to your ear. 

As a human, your senses were already sharp. You could hear someone’s footsteps from the third floor from your top floor room, and you could smell even the faintest scent of chocolate, or coffee, and you could notice the tiny details about someone’s speech, or pick out a lie from a monologue of rambling. Now, you can do all those things still, but they seem to yell at you. The whole world is yelling and you can’t avoid it. Everything is begging for attention - to be seen, to be heard, to be smelled - and there’s no shutting it off. You’re trapped inside your own body, your own mind, and there’s no escape. The yelling of the voices, the buzzing of the lights, the smell of the cologne that lingers in the air, and the feel of the denim clinging to your hips. Everything’s so strong now. Everything’s so-

“Y/N!” A sharp summon yanks you back to reality. A gentle hand rests on your shoulder, squeezing slightly. “Take a deep breath.”

Your dissociated eyes focus on the man in front of you. It takes you a second to recognize him, but his presence soon makes you calm. You look at him, then breathe, before giving a slight nod. He takes his hand off your shoulder. “Hi.”

“Are you okay?”

You blink a couple times, taking in your surroundings. You’re in the mansion, in Mystic Falls, in the middle of the day. The sun peeks through the windows, but your ring keeps you safe from the rays. “Yeah. I think so.”

“Are you sure? You looked startled.”

“Startled?”

“Panicked. Zoned out, even.”

“I’m okay, ‘Lijah. Just a little… yeah, zoned out.”

“If you want me to find you some herbs to settle your nerves, the Bennett witch might still feel bad about getting you turned,” he starts.

You shrug your shoulders. “No, I think I’m okay. I don’t really want to talk to her right now. Have you gotten any news about your brother?”

Elijah sighs. “Nothing of any use. But don’t you worry about that, okay? I have many contacts who I’ve promised protection as long as they tell me everything they find about him. He won’t be able to sneak up on us, nor will I let him hurt you. Rest your little head.” He kisses your forehead sweetly, cupping your chin. Elijah strides towards the kitchen and fills a cup of water. “Is there anything else I can get you? Something to eat, perhaps?”

The thought of blood kicks up your senses again. The buzzing light occupies its usual space in your mind. 

“Um…”

“Y/N?”

“Can you turn off that light?”

Without question, Elijah flicks it off. He smiles softly before handing you the water. “Hungry at all?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Positive? I don’t want you passing out on me from hunger again, love. I know it’s odd, at first, but you’ll get used to it.”

You hesitate. You don’t want to admit that it was overstimulation, not hunger, that caused your first episode. Yes, drinking human blood is something you’ll have to adapt to, but the real struggle is the sensory overload brought on by your transition. It’s worse than you ever thought it would be. And while Elijah warned you, it seems your previous human sensitivities have only multiplied. 

“I’m not really hungry. I think I might be tired, actually.”

The man looks at you as if willing the truth out of your sealed lips. He wants to prod, you can tell by the way he purses his lips, but he respects your response. If you don’t want to share, that’s okay. 

“Will you be here? Or do you have something to do in town?” You ask, partly changing the subject. 

He glances towards the window, but then back at you. “I have one thing for which I have to go into town, but I will be back shortly. Nothing dangerous. Rest easy.”

“You don’t mind if I take a nap?”

“Not at all. All I ask is that you stay here, stay safe, just while I’m gone.”

You nod, before carrying your tired legs up to your room. There, you finally strip yourself of your jeans and t-shirt, then turn off the lights and curl under a mount of comfortable blankets. Your noise canceling headphones block out what the four walls don’t, and sleep comes easy once you shut off the world. 

You sleep half the day away and wake up foggy-eyed around eight. Only a bit of sunlight still peeks through your curtains; much of the townspeople should have retired to their homes by now. Slowly, you rise from your bed for a more comfortable set of clothes. Your original plans to go out for one of your first days as a newly transitioned vampire were ruined by your overstimulation and rather long nap, but that’s okay. It’s not something you were looking forward to doing, if you’re being honest. 

When you make your way downstairs, Elijah’s in the kitchen. He’s busy with a task, but looks up to acknowledge your presence. A glass of blood rests beside him, but you’re not craving it right now. Instead, a peculiar smell catches in your nose, upsetting your stomach. You cough and try to ignore it.

“Did you get done what you needed to do?”

“I did, mostly, until the students and townspeople decided to gather in the square and distract me from my errand. I’ll just have to finish it tomorrow,” he says with a slight roll of his eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, actually. But do you know what that putrid smell is? Nothing like waking up to that. It feels like it’s burning a hole in my head.”

“That, my dear, is the bonfire that interrupted my conversation. I tell you, I have never seen a town with more social events than this one. It’s a wonder those alone haven’t attracted my brother here.”

“Ugh! And I used to have to go to all those before my friends all turned on me,” you muse. Ever since falling for the original and helping him in his quest to locate Klaus, they haven’t talked to you much. Their disapproval of your relationship is half the reason you were turned in the first place. “I didn’t enjoy them then, up close, and I still don’t like them now.”

“I can imagine it is quite the headache. The smell alone, coupled with the noise.” He pauses. “I sealed the windows to try and block some of it out, but it seems to have managed its way in anyway.”

“So it has,” you reply bitterly. “God, I was finally feeling better, but the minute I came out of my room, it all comes back.”

Just before Elijah can answer, an overexcited “woohoo!” from a local student carries from somewhere outside. You slump your head to the counter with an utterance of disgust. The simple shout is like a dagger between the eyes. 

“Y/N…” Elijah begins, hesitantly, “it’s important to feed when you’re this early in your transition. It’ll help with the senses.”

“Are you suggesting I go eat him?”

The man smiles. “No, but I have bags in the fridge. I can pour you a glass.”

Drinking from the rowdy man outside seems much more appetizing than getting a meal from a cold, three day old bag. Your stomach curtles at the thought. “No, I’m fine.”

“Love, your cravings are half of the problem. You can curb your senses when you feed properly. It does you no good to go hungry. What do they call it in this day and age?” He snaps his fingers. “Hangry.”

You glare up at him for a moment, then drop your gaze. “I’m not hangry, ‘Lijah, I just don’t feel like eating.” His pushiness is now adding to your uncomfortable state. You know he does it out of love, but right now, his love is rather suffocating. 

“Y/N… I really would feel better if you ate something. It’s been nearly ten hours since your last meal, and-”

“I’m not hungry!” You snap. “I told you already! I ate this morning, and I don’t want anything more. I just want everything to stop! I want the sounds to stop, the feelings - I feel everything, inside and out. I want the stupid smell of the wafting bonfire to get out of my nose. And I want this off me, because it’s touching me, and I don’t want it!” In a rage, you rip off your daylight ring and send it flying across the room. 

Elijah startles, fear shooting through him, but then he remembers it’s nighttime. He settles his anxious bones through a few deep breaths and waits for you to calm. “I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says softly, “I hope you accept my apology.”

The dam breaks at that and tears flood your eyes. You cover your face with your hands and try to fight them off. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just… stressed. There’s so much going on and so little I feel I can do about it. Everything is different, and loud, and overwhelming, and I’m taking it out on you.”

“None of that is your fault. You didn’t ask to be turned.”

“No, but I could be handling it better.”

“Y/N… you struggled with such things when you were human. How could you be expected to adapt quickly as a vampire? Your senses are heightened regardless of what you faced as a mortal; yours are even more sensitive than most. That makes you stronger than you even believe yourself to be. You should give yourself more credit.”

“I don’t feel stronger. I feel like an already weak person dumbed down.”

“Well I see the exact opposite. Your transition isn’t easy, but it’ll make you better in the long run. You’ll learn how to master your strengths and adapt to your weaknesses. You’ll make weapons out of them, and they’ll save your life. And, probably at times, mine, too. It’s a rare thing that you have, but you can make a disability into an advantage.”

“Maybe. If I ever manage to cope with it.”

“You will. I know you will. And I will be here to help you through it.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He smiles. “So, if you’re up for it, put the ring back on? Give this thing another chance?”

You sigh. “Tomorrow? When the sun comes out? I can’t wear rings for too long at a time; I don’t like the feeling, it’s like it suffocates my skin.”

“Let’s make a deal. You can take it off when the sun goes down, but at night, you have to wear it or keep your blinds tightly shut. And don’t misplace or lose it, because witches can be hard to find.”

Smiling, you agree. “Okay. I’ll keep it close.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, too.”

“Now… when you say that the ring is suffocating your skin, is that just the ring, or everything?”

The question goes a bit over your head at first. You miss the way he’s looking at you and focus on answering honestly. “Sometimes, it’s everything, but other times, I can tolerate certain things. Right now, everything is overwhelming. Even my hair touching my head right now is stressful.”

“Okay.” 

“Wait… were you asking something else?”

He shakes his head. “I was just wondering if you’d like to sit with me, but I understand if you need some space.”

You think about it, wanting desperately to have some time with him, and willing away your discomfort. “What if we… what if we sit, and in a little bit, I might feel better?”

“As long as you’re up for it.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

For about twenty minutes, you sit in your respective chairs and laugh along to a sitcom that’s airing reruns on the tv. Elijah turned off all the lights and shut the curtains beforehand, creating a soft atmosphere in which you could relax. Your ring sits on the table in between you both, but the pressure to wear it is absent. You’ll put it on when it’s necessary. 

At the next commercial break, you silently slide out of your own chair and catch his attention. He gives you a quizzical look, about to ask where you’re going, but then you crawl into his lap in three quick movements, and his hands automatically reach out to support you. Your feet hang over the armchair, but your head is against his chest. Wanting to feel a bit more cozy, you grab a nearby blanket and drape it over the both of you. Elijah kisses your hair, then rests his lips on the side of your head. His contented breathing slows your own. 

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

He kisses you again, a response of his own, and smiles. “I love you, too.”

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[joyfulapostate]

hey! i love your work so much, i think you're doing amazing things and i always look forward seeing your posts on my dash.

i was wondering if you'd consider doing a post/sharing your thoughts on the concept of "being in the world but not of the world." it's something that's been on my mind lately, the kind of simultaneous victim/superiority complex that idea could potentially inspire. some verses related to that idea are 1 John 2:15-17 , John 15:19 , and Romans 12:2 .

in any case, i hope you have a fantastic day--you have no idea how important your work is, not only to me but countless others too.

Hello! I am so touched that you find my work meaningful. Thank you for sending this in! It's a fascinating subject and a lot to unpack (after all, it's the whole world we were asked to give up).

As a former fundie, the anti-world messages in these verses hit me pretty hard. They remind me of the years I lost to the faith and the paths I didn’t take. It's strange, because these verses felt so run-of-the-mill when I was a Christian. Of course I was not of the world, I was merely visiting this planet and I would return to my heavenly father once I passed his earthly test. 

I was told as a Christian that the secularization of society was a direct attack on our way of life, that “the world” wanted to replace all of the things that I valued with cheap knock-offs. Sex instead of holy matrimony, prideful independence instead of relying on my heavenly father. I had a very us-versus-them mentality where the "us" was guaranteed to win in the long game of eternity. I won't lie, I felt superior to secular people when I was a Christian. But the trick was, I didn't think that the superiority belonged to me, it belonged to the Christian god. It wasn't me who was better than other people, I was just letting my god protect me from the pitfalls of an earthly existence. If there was goodness or glory in that journey, it did not belong to me. It all belonged to him. It was a “get-out-of-pride free” card.

I had been sold this idea that the world was against “us.” I didn't notice that that hadn't been true for quite a long time. But most of the people around me were acting as if they were still in danger of being persecuted by some modern equivalent of the Romans. The persecution complex was strong, but entirely baseless. Because living in a multicultural society is not the same thing as persecution, even though they were treated as one and the same in my fundamentalist community.

I didn't want to notice that it wasn't loving to ask people to give up their whole lives. I had inherited this ancient contract that told me that I could gain an eternal life. All I had to do was give up everything. I was supposed to treat the world like a den of vipers, to regard everything earthly as garbage, and to live as if I was born in heaven's waiting room. There was no negotiation and the details that I did have were quite hazy as to what that eternal life would be like. And I was supposed to give up the only life I’d ever experienced for vague promises, sight unseen.

As a fundamentalist, I took the sacrificial mathematics of Christianity for granted. Our sacrifice mirrored Christ’s own– it's a compelling story. And I can see how it's attractive for people who crave the purpose, belonging, and freedom from suffering that Christianity promises. But I'm not ready to give up on this life and on this world for an incredibly shady deal. I don't believe that the only way we can be good people is by handing our lives over to someone who does not allow us to have informed consent in an eternal contract.

We deserve to have a connection with this world. We know that this life is real and ready for us to participate in. And if someone wants to separate us from the world, then they'd better be ready to tell us, in detail, the conditions of that contract.

Otherwise, I'm going to go ahead and love the world and the things in the world as long as I'm alive.

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#exchristian #exvangelical #exfundie #deconversion #deconstruction

[keruimi]

Can I request a fluff??? Kenma tutoring the reader since the reader is bad at studies?? And later they confess and all?? Thank you!!

Infatuation or Love?

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Notes: I'm sorry if it took so long. I really know Kenma as an introvert so him agreeing on tutoring someone seems too impossible. But I thankfully manage, I just hope he is not that out of character. Hope you enjoy it!!

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I sigh in relief after hearing the school bell and was ready to take my console out of my pocket when the teacher called for me.

I stay still from my seat thinking what will we talk about knowing I didn't even do anything wrong this week.

I decided to finally stand up and walk to her desk and saw she was checking something in her grading sheet so I just stood in front so we wouldn't invade each other's space.

But this is nerve wracking.

"Sensei?" I called out in a whisper to alarm her of my presence.

"Kenma, I'm sorry for what I'm about to request" she started as I bit my lip a little to distract myself.

"I know that you are really busy especially if you are a regular in the volleyball team" she started as I nod in understanding but still thinking where our conversation is heading.

"But I need you to tutor someone"

It felt like my brain stopped functioning on her words.

I hope, I wish, if you don't mind.

It seems like those words are not in her vocabulary.

Do I even have a choice in this?

"Sensei, don't we have other students for that?" I mustered up the courage to question her as I tightly grip on my gaming console.

I need time for myself too. Lev is already a heavy problem I'm trying to unload from my life.

"They have declined"

"Then why can't I?" I almost slap my hand on my mouth when it let out the words that shouldn't be stated.

"Well I thought you would agree since you and Y/n seem to be close compared to the other students I gave this request to"

My ears pick that one name.

"Y/n?"

"Yes Kenma" she answered.

"Game"

"Come again?" The teacher exclaims in puzzlement as I tried to supressed the growing blush on my cheeks.

That came out loud than what I intended.

"I mean I don't mind, Sensei" I murmur that lifted a small smile from the teacher in front of me.

"Alright then, here's her contacts. Both of you should talk about your schedules so you know when you will have tutor sessions"

She handed me a card before I bid my goodbyes and immediately went to the volleyball boy's changing room.

I peek inside and saw that everyone seems to be already in the gym so I changed to my practice clothes.

I took my phone and typed her number.

It took me a lot of courage to even send a greeting and need to double check my spelling so I won't look stupid.

I hope this is the 'Y/n' I knew well due to Kuroo's constant nagging.

I quickly turn off my phone when I click the send button and just started walking to the gym, trying to calm my heart down.

Kenma, this is not you.

I remind myself when I start to notice I'm getting work up in this set up.

"Kenma! You're late!" I heard Kuroo immediately as I took a deep breath because I can really feel my racing heart.

I am not even sure if it was really her.

"Hey you ok? You look lost?" Kuroo ask as he stop in front me so I just walk past him and just start warming up.

"You look red, did you run on your way here?"

"Shut up"

"I'm just asking! Who knows you might be experiencing heat stroke right now"

I just ignore his nagging and just let the time pass by but I can't deny that my mind was in the phone.

Silently yearning that she would message me back.

Just because of one tutor, I had the chance to spend time with her.

"Kenma right?" My ears perk up when I hear her soft voice amidst the crowded hallway of the school.

I glanced up from my gaming console and saw the girl I started to secretly admire out of nowhere.

I just know I liked her when my heartbeat went faster and felt my face turn warm.

This infatuation just decided to target me right now.

"You're the one I'm going to tutor, correct?" I ask in a whisper as she hums in agreement.

I started to walk towards the library and felt her follow me.

My nerves started to get more out of control from the silence between the two of us until we finally managed to take a seat in the school's library.

"Where do you want to start?" I decided to break the silence and hid my gaming console to focus but I can't deny how my hands tremble under the table.

I really don't like socialising.

I only agree because it was her. Seems like I screwed myself up.

But thinking of the bright side, I prefer here than the gym where I won't even have enough rest unlike here where I bask in the cool and calming surroundings of the library without anyone annoying me.

Extra credits because of her presence.

"Wherever you want to start with" she answered in a whisper and my heart seems to calm down.

Is she also shy?

I mean, I only see her in every match we play, except when it's outside of tokyo.

That's why she always catches my attention until it turns into infatuation.

Now I need to suffer with the quick heartbeats every time I hear her name.

I shook my head to remove the thoughts that keep distracting me as I put my bag down to the floor.

"Alright then, we'll start with the easiest"

I need to take the lead which I have never done my whole life but this is a girl I'm talking about.

A shy one to say the least so since I need to teach her, I need to take the lead no matter how much I hate it.

As long as it was her.

Yet those moments where I need to push myself out of the bubble, will be one of the memories I would be honor to remember.

Because our relationship started to progress until we finally become comfortable in each other's presence.

She became a part of my routine and in exchange of fighting against my anxiety, I get to know more about who she is.

The reason why her grades started to fail was because she was also a working student. She can't balance school requirements and her work.

But she is not that really hard to teach. I think I only need to repeat myself twice and she will understand the lesson we are tackling.

And right now, three weeks after this tutoring session, I'm starting to have the urge to just lean on her shoulder and rest because I'm really starting to get comfortable in her presence.

It feels like I don't even want this to end.

"Kenma, I finished it" I heard her beside me as I finished the round I started playing like 10 minutes ago as I stopped leaning on the chair to check the worksheet I gave her.

Is this still infatuation when I'm starting to put efforts for her own good?

I slid the paper in front of her as I leaned towards her so I can point out where she went wrong in the third equation.

"In this part, you need to use the exact value. The only thing you're going to estimate is the final answer. Alright?"

I heard her hum as I finally had the urge to look at her and saw her focus was already on me.

It felt like my world stopped at that moment.

I saw how her face started to turn a little red until a notification sound caught my attention that made me break our eye contact.

I immediately turned away my face from her to hide the obvious blush appearing on my cheeks.

I was really falling in love that time.

And the obvious glances as the time passed by started to get to me.

"Kenma?" I heard her call for my name after I finished a practice match that brought the focus of my teammates on me.

"Oh, you're here" I muttered before I permitted myself to leave while drying the sweat from my neck using my towel.

"What brought you here?"

I finally glanced at her and saw she was holding a small box. I also noticed her shifting her feet from time to time and I unknowingly smiled.

"Sensei said that my grades are already good. So you won't need to tutor me anymore"

She mumbled as I nod but I can't help the sadness I felt in my chest and I out my mouth in a firm line to avoid saying something I shouldn't.

"Is that so?" I lost my words as my mind blank knowing it might be our last before we become strangers again.

"Yes, so as a little gift for keeping up with me. I made you an apple pie"

"Apple pie?" She nod when I repeated her words before she handed me the pastry.

"I've heard from your teammates that Apple Pie is your favorite" I didn't fail to notice the small blush forming on her cheeks that really confirms to me that this feeling of mine is not one-sided.

"Thank you Y/n. It was nice being with you" I exclaimed as I took her gift from her.

"Would you mind prolonging our time more?" I suggested and she immediately lifted her head up in delight.

"Are you sure?" She asked as I nod.

I saw her clasping her hands together as she seems to think whether to let out the words she is thinking or just let it be.

"I like you, Y/n"

I admitted it first so it won't be more difficult for her and I saw how her eyes met mine.

"That's why I ask you if you would like to prolong our time longer" I can't prevent myself from lifting a small smile.

And out of nowhere, I felt her own body on mine as I raised the box so she won't crush it.

"I like you too, Kenma. I really do"

Can I still call this infatuation?

When I'm starting to fall in love

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[yandere-paramour]

First Time with Atalanta - NSFW

"Ata... Can we talk?" You fidget uncomfortably, stabbing holes in your lemon cake instead of eating it, "I've been thinking about something."

Expertly using her spoon, she separates a small portion of her tiramisu, bringing it to her mouth, "Of course, Darling. What is it?"

"I think I'm at the point where I'm ready to start being intimate with you."

Atalanta's spoon stops midway to her mouth, and you are treated with something you so rarely get to see: her expression of pure surprise, "I apologize, Darling, I don't think I heard that correctly. Would you mind repeating yourself?"

"I said I think I'm ready to have sex with you."

It had taken seven months after your kidnapping relocation before you felt comfortable with her even platonically touching you, a year before you could touch her of her own volition, and 18 months before she hesitantly asked if she could kiss you. The beginning had been difficult. You resisted with all you had, kicking, screaming, and biting. Most of your memories from the first week or two are hazy; you were kept under round-the-clock sedation until you learned to stop yelling and hurting yourself. A couple of months, a number of hours in fetal position in the Reflection Room, and a few bare-bottomed spankings later, you settled down.

Life with Atalanta really wasn't so bad. You wished she had gone about courting you the traditional way, but her rebuttal was kind of fair; you never would have agreed to casually date the heiress to a billion-dollar fortune. You understood why she did it; you didn't agree with her methods but you understood. And she did apologize. Well, she apologized for removing you from everything you held dear and scaring you, not that she kidnapped you at all, but it's about the sentiment behind the words, not the words themselves.

As captors went, Atalanta was great. She made it clear from the beginning that she had no intention of keeping you locked away. She wanted an equal partner to love and respect, not a captive to own. Once you relaxed and realized the depth of her feelings for you, and she was sure you wouldn't run from her, she would show you all the world had to offer.

And she thought the world of you, even if you really didn't deserve it. The first time she had fallen asleep in your presence, you snuck out and the only thing stopping you were the guards stationed outside the penthouse on the night shift. That escape attempt had earned you a spanking and an entire day in the Reflection Room, but you didn't give in. You tried to escape four more times, meeting failure after failure. After your fifth attempt had earned you four separate spankings and three straight days isolated in the Reflection Room, you decided to yield, if only for a while.

That was the best decision you had ever made. Once you decided to calm down and lure Atalanta into a false sense of security, you were truly able to understand her. She was a deeply lonely woman whose view of romance was shaped entirely by her parent's weird relationship. She lavished all of her attention on you, buying you anything you looked at for longer than a few seconds. She took you out and treated you to something special every Friday night, ran you a relaxing bath each day, and never hesitated to make sure you were taken care of before herself. You had never experienced this, being put on a pedestal and worshipped like you were a goddess, spoiled beyond belief if only you would stay hers. As the months passed, you found you didn't want to leave. You liked it here, and you liked Atalanta.

You... really liked Atalanta. Ever since she had gently taken you by the waist and silently asked if she could kiss you, you had been thinking about her more and more. In the early mornings, when she rolled over and gently kissed your forehead when she thought you were still asleep, her hair flopping over one eye, you thought about pulling on that soft hair as she rammed into you. When she bathed you, you found yourself wishing she would strip down, join you, and ravish you in the warm water. When you lounged reading on the settee in her office, you saw her swiping the touchscreens on her computers, wishing those fingers were somewhere else.

These thoughts haunted you, whispering in your ear to take your relationship to the next level. And that is why you were here, visiting Atalanta at work, distracting her from her tiramisu.

"D-Darling, sweetness, are you serious?" She set her spoon down, hands shaking, "You've never mentioned this desire before. Is something bothering you? You know we can take our relationship at our own pace. If you're not ready, I won't push you."

"But... But I do feel ready. I want this, I do," You look up at her through your eyelashes, hoping she understands your sincerity, "I've been thinking about this, about you, for a while."

Regaining her composure, Atalanta sits up straight, looking you squarely in the eye, "I understand, Darling. I appreciate you giving me the privilege of caring for you in this way. I give my word that I will treat you with the love and reverence you deserve. Please give me some time to adequately prepare. Does Saturday night agree with you?"

"Saturday sounds perfect," You give her a smile. Finally, you can get off without having to hide in the shower and wish your hand was hers.

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Saturday afternoon during a late lunch, Atalanta kindly asks you to vacate the apartment for an hour or so so she can ready things. She is so sheepish when she asks that it makes you want to agree to anything she says just so you can kiss her beautiful face. The driver takes you to the riverside, and you take a relaxing walk along the promenade, stomach full of butterflies in preparation for your upcoming night. Finally, a text from Atalanta comes, saying that she is ready for you. You signal to Abebe and Silva that you want to go back right now.

"Ata?" You slink back into the penthouse, noting that nothing looks different to the immediate eye, "I'm back."

No response greets you, so you head upstairs. Perhaps she's in her study and can't hear you.

When you open the door to your shared bedroom, your mouth drops open. Flowers, candles, and silk ribbons cover the room, turning what was your steady, comfortable master bedroom into an enchanted forest. The lighting is soft and dim, and the room smells lightly of lavender. The finest treat of all is Atalanta on the bed with the covers turned down, clad in the classic butch lingerie of a sports bra and boxers, holding two flutes of champagne flavored with strawberries.

Two minutes later, you are also in your underwear, and Atalanta is handing you a flute to "settle your nerves". She knows you so well. She settles you firmly between her legs, your back to her chest. As you sip, she slips her hands into your bra, gently rubbing your nipples between her fingers.

"Is this alright?" She whispers, her breath hot in your ear, making you shiver.

You blush, turning to press your face into her neck, "Yeah... Keep going."

"Let's get this off, hm?" She kisses down your neck to the middle of your back, expertly taking off your bra, baring your chest to her.

She takes your empty flute, carefully setting it on the nightstand, and turns her attention to you. Suddenly, everything escalates. She is on top of you in a second, her mouth everywhere. She kisses, bites, sucks, leaving little love marks all over your shoulders and upper chest. While she uses her mouth, her hands wander. They start at your hips and move to your nipples, your hair, your legs, parting your thighs so she can slip in between them. Her thumbs slide into your underwear, massaging gentle circles as they move lower and lower.

"A-Atalanta," You pant, there is so much stimulation going on that you almost feel overwhelmed.

Her mouth comes off your nipple with a pop, "Yes, my love?"

"Touch me," You whine, a begging tone you'll be embarrassed about in the morning, "Please touch me- I can't take it anymore."

"As you wish, Darling," In a flash, she shimmies your underwear down your legs and throws it across the room.

As fast as she's going, she moves to touch you very slowly, starting with a touch at the top of your thigh so you know where she's going next. She positions herself on her left side, allowing her right hand a better angle. Delicately, she touches you for the first time, slipping a single finger in between your folds to feel how wet you really are. Resisting the urge to taste you, she lines up her hand.

"You're so wet for me, it must be uncomfortable," She purrs into your ear, "Let me help you with that, Darling."

She places the pad of her finger on your clit, making you jolt before she begins rubbing in sweet circles. She kneads you between her fingers, rolling that sensitive organ this way and that, leaving you a whimpering puddle beneath her. It only gets better when she slips two fingers into your wet heat, pumping them in and out in a smooth motion. Atalanta bites back a smirk; your hole widens to accommodate her in milliseconds, and you give no resistance. You're practically gushing for her.

"You're doing great, sweetheart. Just relax for me," She bites at your earlobes, gingerly sucking on them, "Good girl. You're adorable."

When she curls her fingers to touch the spongy mass of skin inside of you, you can't take it anymore. You explode, fireworks going off in your mind and body. You shake in her arms, letting out a perfect moan as she coaxes you through your orgasm. Her soothing voice whispers praises and compliments in your ear as she takes care of you. You're the loveliest girl in the world, her goddess, her princess, her precious Darling. You'll stay cherished and protected in her arms forever, you're so enchanting when you're like this, a picture of perfection, all for her to see. You're hers.

After your orgasm, you lie back in her arms, eyes closed, simply content to drink in the moment with her. Your body is loose and pliant, muscles untensed. Her arms are caged protectively around you, patting, massaging, and soothing you as much as she can.

"How did that feel, my love?" Atalanta strokes your hair, occasionally kissing your forehead, "Did you enjoy it?"

"Water? Please?" Your throat is dry, and you feel sleepy.

She moves quickly, grabbing a nearby unopened bottle of spring water and holding it to your lips, helping you drink, "Are you alright? Did I go too far?"

The water brings a little more strength back to your body, "No, no, I'm fine. Just... a little tired. It felt great."

"Really?" Her eyes light up, "I'm glad I could pleasure you in that way. Please lie back and let me look after you for now. Do you need anything?"

"Is it your turn?" You reach for the waistband of her boxers, confused as to why she is still semi-clothed while you are naked and flushed, "I can help you too if you want."

"No," She grabs your wrist in a light grip, bringing it back to your side, "Tonight is all about you and only you, understand?"

"Oh," Your face colors, embarrassed to have all this attention focused on your pleasure alone, "Yes. I understand."

"Besides," She pats your head and lifts your chin to kiss you, "You need to rest up for the second round."

"Huh?"

"We are not done. I have used neither my mouth nor my strap yet."

"Your mouth?"

"Of course. I have been aching for months to taste you and I'm finally getting the chance. So please, my love, take a few minutes then roll over onto your back, spread your legs, and relax for me. It's only fair I get to have something sweet tonight."

...

"...Did you say strap?"

"Another day, my beloved. Another day. I don't want to overwhelm you on our first time, and you will need to be thoroughly prepared to take me without pain. That will require an extended period of time"

"But strap someday, right?"

"Right, my love. I would never deny you the chance to come on my cock."

You draw hearts on her bare leg with your finger, "So... how long is it?"

"The largest one is nine inches, but don't worry. I have a number of smaller ones I can train you with. We'll work up to it."

You feel a wet gush between your legs, making you lightheaded with a burning need, "Maybe... maybe we can try those tomorrow. Please?"

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[peachysunrize]

Hi. How are you? Do not read my texts with an angry tone because I’m not mad lol. Just wanna explain a few things. I don’t want to stir shit again and I’m not going to become a part of anything. This is just for clarification.

1. I’m an overly anxious person. I have anxiety and social anxiety, I have trust issues and I am sensitive all due to previous social media bullying few years ago. Mind you, I’m actually doing pretty well in my real life, I’m a top student in the country and have a 4 gpa, I have amazing and healthy friendships that went through ups and downs and made me stronger

2. No one is being dramatic over fanfiction. You’re not in the fandom, so you’re not entitled to talk shit about us. I experienced anon hate first hand and personally and I get to choose whether I would like to stay in a toxic environment or not.

3. The drama that you put in quotation marks isn’t just fandom drama; there were so many racist comments towards my best friend!!! So many accusations and hate was directed to so many of my online friends and that truly upset me but that wasn’t why I left.

4. I left the fandom mainly because I had to study and get away from bunch of people who I unfollowed but they were consistent about finding out why although they always say “unfollow/block whoever u want u don’t need to give an explanation”. I also don’t think you know how anxiety attacks work because one second you’re feeling fine and the next second you’re shaking, gasping for air while you slowly drown in destructive thoughts and nearly pass out.

5. Me choosing my mental health over a bunch of over sized children (so called adults) shouldn’t be a problem to you. You don’t know me, I don’t know you, so me coming back to a fandom that I made so many memories in shouldn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth.

6. You are demeaning our problems with saying “whiff of negativity”. I can get triggered by something that seems so neutral to you, that doesn’t mean it isn’t bad or horrible just because you don’t feel the same as I do.

7. I agree that this fandom is overly sensitive because there are people who have ganged upon each other, made comments and have divided the fandom in groups and anyone who dares to speak up about it will get dragged into dirt. It’s not healthy, it’s not enjoyable, and some people here are chasing clouts. So yes, I get what you mean, but that doesn’t make it right or any less hurtful.

8. Some people tend to stay and act as if nothing happened, and some people like me who have experienced online bullying and harassment and abuse will leave. Because it’s triggering, because it’s harmful and I’d rather not be here so I can have a stable mindset to study.

Have a nice day!🩷

#anti hotd #rue rambles #anti hotd fandom

[sapphic-agent]

As a POC I could not handle any longer the way they excused Lea's actions on the Glee subreddit. I left permanently because of it. It angered me the day someone on the sub said that Lea apologised. Lea did not apologise. More than enough times, I've seen Lea be defended on that sub and people get upvoted for it and I couldn't stand it any longer.

The tipping point for me was that people started to say that Santana fans can't keep their feelings about Naya separate but at the same time they're known strong Rachel fans and Rachel defenders and have shown support to Lea multiples all the while being overly-critical about Santana. It was just brewing into hypocritical territory for me.

As a teen, Naya helped me in ways that's hard to explain. Her passing affected me deeply. To see that a few people, going off of the multiple upvotes, were agreeing with comments made accusing Santana fans of mixing their feelings about Naya with Santana in an unhealthy manner was hurtful. Lea fans also double down on putting Rachel on a pedstal to not talk about Lea's past actions on the glee sub but it's not spoken about.

So grateful that you spoke up about this major issue when it comes to Lea on the Glee sub. Your willingness to speak up about the issues on the Glee sub makes me feel less alone.

Omg thank you! That's so nice of you to say. I really do try to steer away from real people on this blog because I want to be primarily media-based. But the Glee sub makes me so fucking mad. They're the definition of performative activism and double standards. Supporting and/or forgiving Lea is just shitty, no matter how many times they try to justify it.

Naya- and Heather- helped me a lot too. They brought to life one of the healthiest, most important sapphic couple of the 2010s (my username was inspired by them lol, that's why they were my old pfp). They made me feel okay to be myself and comfortable in my sexuality. Her passing affected me for a long time too, it was like I couldn't process it.

I know exactly what you're talking about, when people would accuse Santana fans of conflating Santana because of Naya's passing. Like, right after it happened. It was really an awful thing to say because a woman was dead. Her life and memory were more important than their favorite character getting shit. They're vile.

If anyone can't separate the actor from the character it's Finn fans. Cory was a great guy- people always said him and Dianna were the nicest of the cast- and he also passed while the show was still running. A lot of Finn's "likability" came from Cory's charisma and comedic timing. If Cory was still alive I really don't think as many people would defend Finn.

(Tbh, I think Cory himself would shit on Finn. His mom once said that Santana slapping Finn was his favorite scene)

I also feel like people (including other POCs) don't actually understand why Lea was (is?) racist. Racism isn't just "I hate minorities and don't think they deserve rights." It's way more complicated than that. Lea might not have been throwing the n-word around (though, she was derogatory at least towards Samantha with that "shit in her wig" comment), but she absolutely viewed her being white as being superior to her WOC coworkers.

It's a pretty common thing for Black girls. Hell, I even experienced it from girls I called my friends. They're so "down✊🏾" but will be quick to remind you how more cultured and better than you they are.

If you haven't been taught about or experienced these things, you won't know that. But attempting to shut down WOC who have experienced it is shitty. Lea fans trip over themselves to defend someone who went out of her way to bully a younger Black coworker just because she could.

(Also, she was outwardly transphobic. Not letting anyone forget that either. If she was so willing to be transphobic, what makes you think she wasn't racist?)

Lea fans have no excuse. I liked and looked up to JKR too, but the people she hurt (and continues to hurt) are more important than how much I admired her or how much I enjoyed Harry Potter. I was disgusted by her and had no issues condemning her. Lea fans are hypocritical, self-righteous performative activists

#anti lea michele #naya rivera #heather morris #cory monteith #anti jkr #anti jk rowling #santana lopez #brittany pierce #brittana #anti finn hudson #anti glee subreddit #ask #tw racsim #tw transpobia

[mending-up-your-fences]

I’ve loved her in secret

I’ve loved her out loud

The sky hasn’t always been blue

It might last forever, it might not work out

But if she ever leaves me

It won’t be for you

#brandi carlile #the Highwomen #honorary lesbians Jason isbell Amanda shires and Chris Tompkins #I think I would have passed out if I experienced this #without warning at Newport folk fest