#def not so much at work &/or any lasting changes to his own Look would be subtle enough to go uncommented uponst

[unproduciblesmackdown]

co-quants coffee break, rian gets the his & hers coffee mugs set and gets his coffee, winston uses the leftover hers mug and says nothing to anyone then or ever but is henceforth on and off Pondering The Experience of it all

#as stated i don't much have [winston: not cis?] hcs really but there's still nonzero pondering of him pondering and perhaps even more lol... #and the hcs happen to not be either Winston Is A Trans Man or Winston Is A Trans Woman. all amongst the [Not That / other] realms #and he can certainly be cis and still go like hmm. My Gender. for one thing like he's autistic so that'd just be relevant like #you're bound to be more self conscious abt your Everything re a) how you're perceived and/or b) how you don't relate to what's considered #socially Normal or Just The Way It Of Course Works For Everyone and the like #meanwhile your boss is nonbinary like; nobody has to have any sexuality crises over everyone being taylorsexual; which is for the best #that'd get exhausting immediately and not really serve anything. but everyone can feel free to go Ah....gender; huh #winston billions #at a bare minimum winston cisly using a Hers mug would be utterly unfazed even if other ppl think he's supposed to be embarrassed #like oh another way you're so clueless abt how not to be cringe & fail & how to rather be an epic winner huh; typical #and in turn the typical way to express this would be not to say anything but do a double take / give winston &/or the whole room a Smh look #while winston would take a fucking sip babes. or take a fucking bite of some snack paired with coffee which is also cringe of him or smthing #lil concepts like maybe winston never settles on being anything but a cis man but is like I Just Think It's Neat re: non he/him pronouns #may or may not settle on not being cis but may explore sm things in the context of gnc presentation & get anything out of that #def not so much at work &/or any lasting changes to his own Look would be subtle enough to go uncommented uponst #reasonable when like different pants / shoes / shirts / watches / glasses / weights / facial hair have never gotten comments / remarks #take it back to [winston in Get Away rocket tee ft a necklace under the shirt] like nobody's gonna say anything #demigender things. try little a genderfluidity oneself. maybe some nonbinarity. agenderosity even. Things To Consider #oh and naturally maybe [sexuality?] questions re: say. having had a crush on someone who is sometimes Her sometimes Him could overlap here #like wow what if [bf] to wow what if My being her or his [gf]....

[moonchildstyles]

announcement/sneak peek

happy spooky season everyone!!

ive never had the time to do something like this, but ive finally timed it all right and I'll be posting a halloween/spooky centered fic for this season! and, for the first time ever, I'm trying out a mini-series kind of format! if its something ppl like and interact with ill def consider doing this more!

anywayyyyyyyy, starting next friday, the 13th, on patreon I will begin posting my new mini-series called Oleander for early access! two weeks later on friday, the 27th, tumblr will begin the story!

it's a three part mini series with darker themes and ideas than ive ever worked with before! i don't usually spoil too much of the stories but ! this is another vamp h story!! very different from my previous vamp h though!!!

this will be my last big piece of writing for the year before I go on my break, and I'm so excited for you guys to get to read it and get to know this new story!

under the cut, I have a sneak peek attached! I also have a Pinterest board you can look at if you want to get a feel for the story!

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She hadn't misremembered, it appeared. His eyes really were almost black, just barely tinted a forest green—if the forest in question was being spotted in the pitch of night, only a sliver of the moon and stars above allowing any clarification.

Her heart jumped in her throat, running faster than it had any reason to when their eyes met. She forced herself to swallow it down.

"Sorry, sir," she muttered, unable to pull her gaze away from his even if she instinctively wanted to look anywhere else. "Did you find all you were looking for?" 

"I did, yes." His voice was a lulling rumble, rounded and heady as if the goal was to lure her nearer. If not for the table separating them, she would have fallen for it.

Offering a quiet smile, she gave him a polite nod. 

No other words were exchange, as per usual for his visits. The Count wasn't much for conversation and idle chatter like the rest of the village. Instead, she could feel him watching her as she counted up his herbs and the price of each bundle. 

He was buying the same ones he always did: winter savory (he switched to chamomile when out of season), tobacco, and lavender. 

The buds together created a confusing scent, adding to the mishmash of what the apothecary already was. She couldn't imagine that he would put these three together in any space of that castle, the mixture too aggressive. 

Though she tired her best to concentrate on only the herbs, (Y/N) was too aware of the static of his presence. She wondered what he thought when he came down to the village, what he thought when he interacted with people like her. He was always so stoic. He never gave anything away, though that didn't stop the village gossip from running wild about him.

Swallowing around her dry throat, heartbeat bubbling against her ribs, she matched his gaze. The pricing for his bounty came out on buzzing lips, "Sixteen shillings please, sir." 

He didn't bat an eyelash at the price despite it being the biggest single purchase her father's apothecary would see until the next time he ventured down. Instead, he looked at her with his dark eyes and a tic in his jaw. He was unbearably handsome, made of cut edges and smooth planes, but he always looked at her as if he were angry and working to bury it down. She could never figure out why or what exactly made his nostrils flare or his jaw tight when he spoke to her, but she hoped she wasn't the only one he reacted to like this. 

His hands moved quickly, pulling out a small pouch of tinkling coins before he plucked out the exact amount for her. For a moment, she could see bank notes tucked inside the pouch as well. While she wasn't surprised that someone like him would have that kind of wealth, she had never seen it before with her own eyes. 

Passing off the change to her, his pale fingers grazed her open palm. Goosebumps immediately raised across her skin, his touch feeling as if he had been standing in the dawn's dew for hours, allowing the chill to cling to his skin and leach away all hope for warmth. The graze was quick, barely a heartbeat long, but she swore she could feel the lingering touch for moments after. Maybe he really did have a hard time navigating the village when the fog was this thick, having traveled in winding route and wrong turns for so long he still hadn't been able to heat up even after spending time in the shop. 

Flicking her gaze up to his on instinct, she saw he was looking at swatches of skin exposed from her dress, eyeing the goosebumps he had plucked up on accident. 

(Y/N) cleared her throat, nothing more than a reminder to herself to keep professional and not to gawk at the man. She placed the change in the small cup underneath the collection counter before reaching for his herbs of choice. A length of twine was used to tie up the bundle, ensuring he didn't lose anything on his way back home. 

"Thank you," he muttered once she passed them back, their skin no longer grain this time. 

"Have a pleasant journey back home," she chirped, her voice decidedly pleasant against the bubbling she was feeling inside, "Stay warm." 

The Count didn't give any kind of reaction to her before he was leaving the shop in a flourish. Taking advantage of the window at her disposal, she watched as he ventured out into the fog. The mist mingled around him, making him appear as if he were a ghost, one with the Earth-bound clouds. She was only vague aware of the way her body heat ticked up some now that he had left. 

Though she could hear the sound of footsteps descending the stairs that led up to their home a floor above, (Y/N)'s head was outside the shop and away from her father. She didn't turn even when she could tell he had made it to the landing. He was used to it by now, she knew. Her head was always miles away as far as he was concerned—thinking too big for the village and that was only going to hurt her in the long run. 

The air around her shifted, telling her that her father was just behind her, likely watching to see what had caught her attention this time. 

"Is that Harry?" he grumbled, spitting out the name while dismissing the faux-title since they were alone. 

Her father didn't much like the Count—Harry, as he bitterly spat out. (Y/N) was never sure what had set off her father's distaste for the man, just knowing that he thought him to be something of a boogeyman against the village. He didn't even go to church, her father regularly complained. What kind of man was he if he couldn't even bother to trudge down from his palace to spend some time with God, even if it was in the presence of commoners? 

(Y/N) never really minded. Though she'd never tell her father, church was boring. She couldn't blame Harry—the Count, whatever she was supposed to call him—for skipping out. Especially with the peeks a the castle she could garner if she trekked through the woods far enough. She wouldn't want to leave that place for anything. 

Nonetheless, (Y/N) answered with a soft, "Yes." Her eyes were still locked on the form of him she could barely make out through the mist. 

A grunt of disapproval left her father's lips. She didn't have to look at him to know that he had his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you okay?" 

It was when he settled a hand on her shoulder that she snapped out of her staring. 

"Yes, I'm well," she answered as placidly as possible when she turned to face him. She didn't want to show just how affected she was by the Count. Her father would do more than just grunt and disapprove if he knew just how drawn to the man as she was. 

He peered through the window, his eyes surely finding the one dark figure filtering through the fog. His brows slanted into harsh slashes over his eyes. "I want you to come and find me when he comes in from now on. I don't want him talking with you, anymore." 

Her fingertips buzzed at the new instructions, matching the kickstart to her heartbeats. As much as she heard her father's concerns, and had listened in to all the of the stories and webs spun about this man, those did little to deter her interest in Harry or quell the bubbling in her chest every time she saw him step inside the apothecary. 

"I can handle him, father," she countered, trying to sound as uninterested as possible while attempting to hold her ground, "We barely talk when he comes in, anyway." 

The creases between his brows only deepened when he matched her gaze. "I do not want you becoming one of his victims, (Y/N)."

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#harry #harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles series #vampire harry styles #harry blurb #harry one shot #harry imagine #vampire harry #harry smut #harry styles smut

[suguwuus]

Hii babe!! Omg I’ve been obsessed with your pajama pants book on wattpad for years I can’t believe I found your tumblr, ur my favourite Connor writer.

Anyway I figured I’d send an ask!! Maybe something with a daughter of Aphrodite reader? Could you do protective connor plss, I don’t rly mind the scenario whether it’s creepy guy or like in a battle or whatever.

Thanks so much!! 🩷🩷

HEYYY HII OMG thank u blushes kicks feet!!!

the damsel in distress trope is so outdated and children of aphrodite def have sparkly pink bejeweled weapons so this being set on the battlefield is crossed out of the list. also i dont like the ending but idk ??

edit: im sorry if this didnt meet your expectations of protective connor idk i feel like it's off or boring so feel free to ask for a redo or another one w this situation 😭😭😭😭 not sure if i interpreted ur req right but lmk if i did or if u have anything to say

wc: 1.7k words

contains: erm the general creep u meet while minding ur own business idfk that's literally it

"G'morning, beautiful." Connor smiles down at you as you wake up from your rest. How many hours was that? Three? Four? A few hours as your beauty rest was better than none, so you let that worry go and sucked it up.

"Morning, Connor," you replied, your voice as sweet and smooth as ever. Your resting place today was hidden between two dumpsters behind a convenience store. At first, the idea revolted all three of you on the quest, but the events that followed that night gave you no choice, and the smell would mask your scent from any monsters. Fortunately, you had your perfume balm on you, enchanted to last for days, so smearing the stuff under your noses was a big help to battle the stench of the dumpsters.

You laid a hand on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Feeling better?" After getting into a car crash last night, his body was probably sore. He pulled a muscle in his shoulder, too. His brother Travis was knocked unconscious, so after hauling him through streets, you two had no choice but to seek shelter somewhere hidden. You only found out, when the sun rose, that you were stationed behind a convenience store. Great. Those things were like playgrounds to the sons of Hermes.

Connor stood up and stretched, testing his shoulder. "Yes! Good as new. Man, I wish mortal stores had stuff flavored with something that tastes like ambrosia."

You gazed up at him, pleased with the state he was in now. "Glad to hear," you smiled.

"Wait, they do. I love salt and vinegar chips. Oh, man, I hope Travis finds some."

You wrinkled your nose, but at the mention of food, your stomach growled. Aside from doing your best to nurse the boys back to a decent state last night, you also took first watch. That, and exhausting all your fighting skills, left you hungry.

You rummaged in your bag for a bottle of water to start your day as Connor picked up his. There you found your plastic bag of half-finished ambrosia, a flask of nectar, your first aid kit, your last change of clean clothes, your hair clip that transformed into your celestial bronze crossbow with a beaded charm around the handle, a magic blow-drier for emergencies, and—there it was.

"Travis is inside. Let's go?" Connor held out a hand and helped you up from the ground, and the two of you walked into the convenience store. You caught a glimpse of Travis, but he didn't catch sight of you back. So instead you put your water back into your bag and headed for the bathroom.

There wasn't much work to do. Just a bit of dusting off your pants and a quick wash of your face and hands to feel clean. As always, you looked perfectly put together, roughed up but in a movie star way, thanks to being a daughter of Aphrodite. It was like those scratches and stray hairs framing your face were strategically placed by a personal makeup artist.

Zipping up your jacket in a way that complimented your figure and the rest of your outfit, you nudged the bathroom door closed with your foot on the way out. Neither of the boys were inside anymore. While you scanned the aisles for them, you felt a pair of eyes on you and turned towards the counter to see a toothy man wearing a puffer vest standing in line. "You lost, sweetheart?"

You didn't like how he looked you up and down. How you felt like you were being examined under his stare. You picked it up immediately, and it made your fists tighten. You simply shook your head, then made for the exit.

Travis and Connor were munching away at breakfast sandwiches and bagels. They handed you a sandwich of your choice and a bottle of yogurt drink and you ate it without complaint, the previous occurence quickly disappearing from your mind.

"Thanks," You mumbled, and then peeked into Travis's paper bag. It had even more sandwiches and snacks inside. Quickly, he wrapped them all up and stuffed them in his bag. "Snagged some extras on my way out." He grinned, satisfied with his work.

"Still headed for the next city hall, right?" He asked.

"Mhm." You took a folded up map out of your back pocket and opened it up. "There's a bus stop right there." You nodded in the general direction of the shed, tracing a manicured finger along the map.

You had to be honest, you were only doing that to look cool. Your dyslexia slowed you down in trying to look for your current location.

You followed Travis and Connor to the waiting shed, passing the map to the former. "Let me do that, love," Connor said as you sat down and began to open your yogurt drink. He took his seat beside you and opened your drink for you, passing it back along with a kiss. The gesture made your stomach flutter. No matter how many people would throw themselves at you and try to get your attention, nothing would ever beat the way Connor made you feel with his princess treatment.

However, your mood immediately soured when the guy from inside the convenience store appeared, sitting beside you and doing a little stretch. When he was done, he turned to you and smiled.

"You're a pretty one, you know that?"

The man's voice was gravelly and he sounded like he needed a drink. You kept your eyes on whatever you could stare at on the other side of the street. "Thank you," You replied.

"You here alone?"

"No," You replied, holding back the urge to grit your teeth. You started to tap your designer boots on the concrete, impatiently awaiting the bus.

"Hm. A doll like you shouldn't be here all by yourself."

You didn't reply. Internally, you gagged and made a face and cussed him out for having the audacity.

Connor tensed up beside you; you could feel it. You huffed and checked your nails, bored. Time seemed to go exceptionally slow while you were in this situation.

When you finally forced your head to turn to see why Connor was so pissed, you saw the guy literally ogling you, a smile on his face with dark eyes that seemed to bore into every bit of you they could find.

It was disgusting. You felt disgusting. Your skin crawled.

You crossed your arms over your torso and scowled, trying to seem as unappealing as possible. Desperate times call for desperate measures, or whatever the saying was. You put a hand on Connor's knee to reassure him that you could handle it, and switched on your meanest girl voice.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" You shot the guy your meanest girl glare. It worked, for a second, because the smile melted off his face.

Travis came along, pulling out a pouch where he kept fake ID's and documents in case you needed them. He settled beside Connor, who had draped an arm across your shoulders, and took off his sweater.

The man glanced up at him as he passed by, relentless with his questions. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"No, this is." You moved aside to show Connor. You didn't dare break eye contact with the man, you wanted to show that you weren't afraid.

The man's frown grew deeper. "Well!" He chuckled. "Lucky guy."

Connor cleared his throat beside you. You squeezed his knee, and as curious as you were to see how he looked (because he was hot when he was pissed) you flashed the creep your fakest smile, words laced with poison.

"Your mom never told you not to talk to strangers? It's dangerous, you know." He started to force a laugh, but you cut him off, continuing. "Stop talking, because I don't have any time to waste on you, dickhead."

There was a beat of silence as he processed your words. You cracked a smile and turned back to face the opposite side of the road, satisfied with yourself. But then you heard the rustle of that stupid puffer vest.

"Hey, now, sweetheart, don't be hard. You know, if you're here on vacation, I can tell you a few good places to visit, let me tell you—"

You had just settled your eyes back on your multiple bangles and bracelets when you heard a loud smack from where the man was sitting. Connor stood between you and him and your lips parted in surprise with how quick he was. His hand was raised and the man was clutching his own, face red and showing an expression of pain. You couldn't see Connor's face, since he had his back turned to you, but you could feel how tense the hand that was on your shoulder was.

The bus finally pulled over in front of you. Travis nudged you and Connor took your hand with a stiff one. "C'mon, Y/N, let's go," he said. You eagerly stood up, keeping his hand in yours, but he didn't move. Instead, he waited for the creep to board and when he did so, he looked over his shoulder to steal one last glance at you.

You raised up your middle finger at him, but to your surprise, Connor even gave him a shove further down the aisle as the two of you followed.

Connor and Travis made sure he was seated far, far back in the bus before settling into seats with you. Connor gave you the window seat and the three of you got comfortable, though Connor was still muttering curses under his breath. You sent Travis a thumbs up gesture when he looked at the two of you.

Connor didn't relax even after the bus set off, but he did kick his bag under the seat and take your hand back in his. He planted a kiss on your temple, then your hand. "You alright?"

You nodded. "Nothing I can't handle," You assured him. "Horrible morning, but it's fine."

"Bastard was about to touch you," He muttered, lips moving against the back of your hand. "No one touches my girl if she doesn't like it."

"Mhm." You gave his hand a squeeze back, just as you always do to let him know it's okay.

#guys i don't like the ending #— suguwuu's posts #connor stoll #pjo #connor stoll x reader #pjo x reader #pjo oneshots

[loveephia]

Kenma's mom is pretty!?!? and Kenma def got his looks from her "No, mom, don't tell him/her I said that about him/her!" + Kenma 💕 ( SMKWMS I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM MWA MWA )

PROJECT PIE | kenma kozume

prompt: "no, mom! don't tell him/her i said that about him/her!"

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, you and kenma have a baking project, kuroo barges into kenma's house, kenma doesn't even mind anymore (it's like it's normal at this point), reader is the one getting ratted out on, kenma's mother's appearance and name is made up.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: AAAAA THANK YOU SO SUPER MUCH!!! i hope that i got kenma's character right because he's a bit of a challenge to write (ooc kenma scares me :p). i couldn't really get the prompt sentence /exactly/ correct, but it's the same concept. ENJOY READING!!! :D

"you want to bake what?" you ask, surprised. kenma kozume, your partner for the home economics project, wanted to bake an apple pie. in truth, you aren't very close with him, so you didn't expect him to want anything specific for the project. you always thought that he was more of a "go-with-the-flow" kind of boy.

"an apple pie," he clarifies. "if that's okay with you."

"no, no! don't worry, it's a great idea!" you reassure him with a shiny smile.

time skip.

you and kenma were walking to his place. he suggested that you both could do the baking there, and you were fine with it. you kept kicking little pebbles around while kenma had his gameboy out, having already memorized his way home.

soon enough, you both arrived at the kozume residence. the door opens, and there stands kenma's mother. she was actually quite tall with long dark brunette hair, her eyes golden and cat-like, similar to her own son. she had abundant beauty.

"well, now i know where he gets his looks from.." you thought. "hello, ma'am! my name is y/n. i'm kozume's partner for an upcoming project." you introduced yourself.

"my, my! kenma, you didn't tell me that you were inviting such a cute girl over." his mother teased. you look away out of embarrassment. too bad you didn't get to see the faint blush creeping up on kenma's ears. he grumbles something inaudible, and kenma's mother eventually lets you both inside.

you explain to her what you and kenma would be baking, and she helps bring out the needed ingredients while kenma changes upstairs.

"my name is hiromi kozume, but you, dear, can call me anything you want." she says. "o- oh, okay, ma'am!" you shyly stutter out.

suddenly, the door is kicked down. there's a familiar upperclassmen of yours, popular for his athlecism in volleyball, his intellect, and.. his looks.

"hey, auntie! i just wanted to check up on my favorite insomniac." kuroo joked, knowing how truly wretched kenma's sleeping schedule was. hiromi merely chuckles. "yes, yes. he's upstairs changing."

before kuroo advances any further, his eyes land on you. "that's odd. kenma invited a girl over?" kuroo states out loud. "i know! i was shocked, too." hiromi exclaimed in relation, "honestly speaking, i thought that my dear kenma had finally gotten himself a girlfriend."

hiromi smiles warmly. "pretty, isn't she?"

before you could even retaliate, there's shuffling heard coming down the stairs. "could you two stop being nosy, please..?" kenma asks.

"not bad, kenma." kuroo pats kenma on the back, as the younger boy huffs. what does that mean..?

time skip.

it's been a few months since that very incident. now there's a new project, and you just so happened to be kenma's partner again.

"can we go to my place this time?" you politely ask, and kenma nods. he knows that you must have felt a bit uncomfortable from kuroo and his mother's constant teasing last time. every now and then, you and kenma's hand would brush against each other, and hiromi would have to hold in her giggle behind her teacup.

the sight of the two bashful teenagers reminded her of the years in her youth. how cute!

and kuroo.. well, let's just say he got kicked out of the house early by kenma.

time skip.

"hey, mom!" you cheerfully greeted, letting yourself in the house while kenma followed shortly after. you both took off your shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack, switching to a pair that were fit for the interior flooring.

"hi, honey. who's this?" your mother asked.

"kenma kozume. he was my project partner last time, but we did the project as his place instead, remember?" you said, trying to help jog your mother's memory.

"oh! you mean the boy with the looks?" she remembered, at the cost of unintentionally exposing you. she took a good glance at kenma, who stood there, taken aback at her previous sentence. "you're right. he is quite handsome."

"no, mom—!" you internally panicked, your face blazing red. "you didn't have to say that out loud in front of him..!"

unfortunately, you two barely got the project done because of all the sheepish communication.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Leona, Cater: Rewrite the Stars

I like that Leona’s Groovy is at night; the great kings of the past can watch over him and see how far he’s come ✨The hat shading his eyes in the initial art is also fitting; it really makes his eyes stand out!

Leona voice) Poor me, I need some good rest cuz I’ve been working so diligently as a student and dorm leader 🥺 Lyin’ ass…

P.S. brb gonna grip Cay-kun so hard for saying Leona is “acting like a cool leader” 😊 WDYM CATER??? ??? ??????? ? ?? 😊 YOU 'D BETTRr taKE YhAT BSACk RIgHT NOW MiSTEER 😊 last thing I need right now is a reminder that L*ona’s actually a good mentor OTL

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you want to do in the coming year?”

"I don't want to repeat a year. That's it."

"Eh." Cater blinked. "You wanna run that one by me again?"

"Clean your ears out and listen carefully next time," the birthday boy retorted. "I'm not going to repeat myself. If you didn't catch it the first time around, then you've only got yourself to blame."

"Nah, I did hear you, but... Well, I guess it's more like a 'Wow, I can't believe this!' moment, y'know?" A faint chuckle emanated from Cater. "After all, you're kiiinda infamous for doing just the opposite! Like, you've already been held back once, and you don't exactly have the best attendance record for lectures."

"An old lion can still learn new tricks," Leona simpered, his mouth twisting into something coy.

"You seem super motivated now, Leona-kun! Did something good happen recently to jump-start this?"

"Good?" A scoff, dryly amused. "That's a stretch. Lotsa stuff happened this year, but I'd hesitate to call any of it 'good'.

"There doesn't have to be some big, fancy world-changing reason for a change of heart. I'm just sick of stewing in the shadows and gazing out to a barren pride land. It's about time for the sun to dawn on a new era—and I plan to be there when that happens."

“Ahahah, well~ Graduating’s the bare minimum for us students. It sounds like you’ve got even bigger goals than that.”

“When you’re as noble of a soul as I am, you’ve naturally got the ambitions to match,” Leona purred sarcastically. His voice was languid, like a cat making lazy strides across the floorboards. “Can’t just be throwin’ in the towel the moment the going gets tough. That goes for Magift and in real life.”

“Hmm? That sounds totes different than the you I remember from the interdorm Magift tournament.” Cater’s mouth pulled into a smarmy grin. “I could’ve sworn you gave up and had a meltdown when your plan was foiled!”

He received a poisonous glare. “You just have to remind me, huh? … You know what? Fine, have your cake and eat it. I’ll own up to it. ‘Sides, it was a long time ago.”

“Right, you’ve had a rebranding and a personality glow-up since. All that’s missing is the formal apology video! It’s a necessity for celebs that get cancelled for their #wicked actions.”

Leona scowled deeply. “Can it, I’m NOT doing that. And who’s a ‘celeb that got cancelled for their #wicked actions’?!”

“Really? Awww, but I bet you’d get mad views on it!”

“Tch, it’s things like this that makes maintaining social grace a real drag,” Leona grumbled under his breath. What I’d give to vanish to a remote resort, far, far away from the idiots I’m surrounded with…

“Anyway, nothing gets done if all you do is whine and then quit. People who don’t try can never achieve anything. They’re already down and out from the get-go.

“Cowards who refuse to look at themselves in the mirror don’t have a place in tomorrow. They’re stuck in the past, clawing for some semblance of hope, however futile. That ain’t me, not ever again.”

“Sounds like you’ve def had this on your mind for a while! You’re acting like such a cool and self-assured leader~”

“Please. This is to be expected of every leader. Even your Red Young Master would know this much.”

Leona leaned his shoulder against the school building. Folding his arms, he lifted his head up. “They’d know it too.”

Cater followed his gaze, meeting a vast expanse of the night. The sky was painted a deep black-violet, speckled in glowing white flecks. Stars—so many of them.

“The great kings of the past,” Leona said, his words tainted with the taste of something bitter. “When we pass on, we become a part of nature: the grass and the dirt that feed the next generation, the stars in the sky that light the way in the dark. The things that keep the world turning.

“In the Circle of Life, we all have our roles to play.” A smirk steadily grew on his face. “I know what mine is, and I intend to act on it. The highest point in the sky may as well be mine.”

His declaration resounded in the silence of the campus. One wish, resolute, uttered only for him and Cater to hear. In the quiet that followed, the green of Leona’s eyes flickered not with vengeful fire, but with a flame more thoughtful and warm and…

… the slightest bit vulnerable. A softness Cater had never witnessed before.

Leona-kun has changed a lot. He’s starting to be a little more honest with himself too. wonder if I could ever meet him on that level.

The thought was quickly shoved away, shelved back in the coldest recesses of his mind before it could properly take hold. The space reserved for the darkest parts of him, where truth soured and masks were neatly displayed.

Familiarity. Safety. Comfort. Perhaps what Leona would have called cowardice.

Cater swallowed.

“… If you ask me, you already shine like the star of a great king,” he said cheerily. “Just check out your birthday get-up! You’ve got the drip and the skills for it!

“I’ve got the skills to be a ball of gas in the sky?” Leona grimaced.

“Hey, hey! Let’s not phrase it like that! It’s so not a nice image to think about. Instead, let’s call it… a ball of stardust!”

“Why stardust?”

“I read in a horoscope once that the reason we can do fortune telling with the constellations is cuz people are made of the same stuff as stars are,” Cater explained with a sure wink. “Stardust! Our essence is the same as the what’s in celestial bodies.

“Don’t you think that sounds so much more poetic? When you wish upon a star, it’s said your name wish will come true—but since people and stars are made of the same stuff… then we should be able to make our wishes come true using our own power ⭐️”

“‘Fraid I fail to see the point of your whole whimsical after-school special. It’s obvious that it’s in our hands to shape the future, balls of gas or stardust or no. The great kings of the past can watch it ‘n weep.”

“That’s the spirit!! You got this~” Cater flashed an enthusiastic thumbs-up. “Go and get’m, Leona-kun!”

“You don’t need to tell me twice.” Leona peeled himself away from the main school building, his broom ready.

The birthday boy plopped down on his magical tool, brazenly using it like a sofa. It floated seemingly on its own accord, effortlessly supporting his full weight. Controlled, obedient—like a waiting pet.

“Oh, wait!” Cater called out, suddenly producing his phone. “Is it okay if I grab some pics of you taking off for Magicam? I’ll just need your handle to send you the…”

Resting an arm on his knee, Leona brought his heel down and grinded it against the handle. A signal, a cue, for the broom to kick into high gear.

WHOOSH!!

A shower of golden sparks exploded from the bouquet, and he smoothly launched into the air, his hair and the brim of his hat flying behind him. The violent kickback slammed into Cater, sending him falling back, his phone clattering to the ground.

(“My phoooone!” he wailed.)

With the shadows out of the way, Leona could see the stars for what they really were. Tens of hundreds of them, sparkling clusters in the inky night.

So many wishes. So many kings. Many, many things. Everything, everywhere, all at once.

A world waiting to be rewritten, to tell of his accomplishments.

“One day… I’ll be among them. They’ll tell stories about me, the greatest ‘king’ of them all.” This truth, Leona spoke to the stars.

The future was littered with prizes, and he was to be the main addressee.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Leona Kingscholar #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #Cater Diamond #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #something no one asked for #Leona birthday takeover #spoilers

[quitealotofsodapop]

Eventually, the family will be forced to move out of that tiny apartment overtop the restaurant. They really don't want to, but by the time the twins come around, the place is already overcrowded between five people that adding two more babies just isn't going to work unless some serious remodeling and magic is done. And remodeling like that would be costly and bring way too much attention. Pigsy will cry when they move to a bigger place, feeling like a dad letting his kid go out into their own place for the first time, and then immediately go back to scolding Wu for dropping an order the next day when he comes in for work

Sadly yes. After the news of impeding twins happens, Wukong and Macaque decide that they've outgrown the noodle shop apartment; no matter how much the golden-furred monkey and the pig cried about leaving it behind.

They manage to spot a decent plot of land half-way between the city and the Monkey Village of Mount Xianhuaguo (where the Shame Temple is).

The price and availability is suspiscious at first... until the couple checks it out and it turns out to be a case of the developer not paying tribute to the mountain's tudigong before clearing the forested plot of land, and abandoning the project when they thought it was cursed/haunted. Typical suspcious business-people.

Wukong has friends in odd places, and manages to reveal the working blueprints for a beautiful, traditional-style home to Macaque on their anniversary that year. Macaque is super touched by the gesture, though he had to make some amendments to Wukong's plan ("We are not having an climbing-rock wall, peaches." "Aww!" "Here's a climbing structure built specifically for curious baby monkeys, it looks like a tree growing through the rooms and it has hiding spots for when they get overstimulated." "OOOoo!" :O!).

The project gets a little away from them before they manage to finally get it all nice and built up before the Eclipse Twins arrive.

When moving day finally comes; Wukong, Tang and Pigsy are sobbing, holding eachother like parents letting their kid finally fly the nest. Sandy is helping them all with the move, having tricked out a version of the TEA for carrying a bunch of furniture. Macaque is too warm and heavy with the twins to do any lifting, so he's helping the kids with their last bits of packing.

Little MK is barely holding it together as he says goodbye to all the empty rooms. Mei suggests carving their names and a wish of good luck to the future tenants into the baseboard of the old nursery (Macaque said no, but he def heard the little dragon claws scratch something into the wood as he turned away). Nezha can't help but feel a little sad that he's leaving the little space he'd come to love - but the thought of sharing a bedroom with "snores like a train"-MK quickly changes his mind. Chenxiang (the most recent addition to the family) feels more nausous than sad, he's only been here a few months and the apartment was starting to become a constant in his life - maybe the new house will be his forever home? Bai He is a little too young to recognise the significance to them all moving, but she immediately wants to Go Now since the monkeys promised that she'd get her own bed and that there would be room for maybe another pet ("KITTY!!!") besides cranky old Pangu the tortoise (who's happy to have an actual garden to roam around in).

Goodbyes are said, addresses saved and shared, and the monkey family finally bid the noodle shop apartment farewell...

Until the next morning, when Wukong jumps from his futon at the sound of Pigsy on the phone yelling to get his butt in gear if he wants to make it into work on time. Wukong smiles at the familiarity.

#the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #lmk aus #shadowpeach being parents #freenoodles being parents

[foxy-eva]

Teaching & Teasing

Summary: While being stuck in a room with his coworker, Spencer Reid is eager to learn everything she is willing to teach him

Request: can I get a slightly-sub!spencer POV smut? I had an idea where fem!reader works at the BAU and they are on a case and it’s a classic *only one bed* moment but it’s raining so they’re stuck in their motel room and can’t work on the case, spencer confesses he is a virgin and reader offers to change that,, and I def want him to be more submissive in this, but not crazy submissive just more needy (light/mild bdsm is totally ok! Like scratching and hair pulling)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Virgin!Spencer, mild D/S undertones (Sub!Spencer, Dom!Reader), teasing, male masturbation, handjob, oral (fem receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, premature ejaculation, loss of virginity, religious symbolism

Word count: 4.4k

Masterlist

“I’m sorry guys, this hotel is overbooked. Looks like we’re gonna have to double-up,” JJ announced when she got back from the reception desk. 

All flights were cancelled due to a storm, meaning we were stuck in this town in the middle of nowhere albeit already being done with working on this case. Nervously my eyes wandered to each member of my team, noticing how they already seemed to know who to share a room with - and that person wasn’t me. Morgan would have been the obvious choice but since Garcia accompanied us for this case, he was instantly called dips on by her. Hotch and Rossi took a keycard, JJ went off with Emily and I was left standing in the lobby with Y/N. 

She flashed me a smirk and winked at me when she took the last keycard and motioned for me to go to the elevators with her. 

“Guess you’re stuck with me, Reid. I hope you don’t mind?” 

“No… not at all.”

Although the pitch of my voice jumped higher than I would have liked, it wasn’t a lie per se. I liked Y/N, I really did. The only problem was that over the past few weeks I noticed how much I liked her. And me being incredibly intimidated by her didn’t help this situation at all. So it’s needless to say that my heart almost stopped when we entered our room and discovered that there was only one queen size bed. 

“Oh, now that’s interesting,” She snickered when she grasped our potential sleeping arrangement. 

Panicked, I looked around the room and offered, “I can sleep on the floor, I don’t mind!”

She shook her head and waved me off. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor. There’s enough space for the both of us in this bed.”

For a moment I couldn’t think straight, the sound of my heartbeat suddenly drowning out my thoughts. After I remembered to let enough oxygen into my lungs, my mind raced through imaginations of sharing a bed with her. One thing I was certain of: getting through this night without my heart jumping out of my chest would be a miracle.

“So, do you prefer being the big spoon or the little one?”

I couldn’t hide my startled expression when I turned my head to look at her. “Excuse me?”

She burst out into a fit of laughter as she dropped her bag to the floor and sat on the bed. Only then I realized she was teasing me and wasn’t actually wondering about my preferred cuddle positions - not that I had any experience in either of them. 

“Come on, don’t just stand there like a piece of furniture. Let’s make the best of it and watch some trash TV while emptying the minibar!” She suggested while padding the comforter beside her for me to join her. “I swear I won't bite. Unless you want me to.” 

This woman is going to be the end of me. As I went over to the bed I felt like creeping closer to my own damnation, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to hide my attraction if I got too close to her. She had made jokes and teasing comments before but the context of us having to share a bed made everything she said so much more suggestive. 

Accepting my fate, I joined her on the mattress, sitting by her side while leaning against the headboard. There was still a gap between our bodies and she didn’t show any sign of wanting to close it, which relieved and disappointed me at the same time. 

She took the remote and switched through channels, apparently not finding anything she liked to watch. Finally she decided on a soap opera I hadn’t seen before. She got up to get us some snacks from the minibar before sitting back down beside me closer than before. So close that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin without actually touching. 

My attempts at keeping my heart-rate to an acceptable level were futile, my only hope being that my skin color wouldn’t turn rosy enough to reveal my current state. She seemed relaxed while the tension in my body almost became unbearable. It felt like I either had to close the gap between us to be able to feel her skin on mine to end my yearning or to get as far away from her as possible. 

This is what limbo must feel like. 

When she slightly leaned to my side to take a pack of snacks from my hand, the skin of our arms brushed against one another, making me almost jump at the contact. The sudden touch passed through me like electricity but instead of unloading the tension, it only grew until I felt like I was buzzing with energy. 

Whether she didn’t notice my current state or she pitied me enough not to mention it I couldn’t tell. Being a profiler herself I assumed the latter. I just hoped that she didn’t think that my strong physical reaction to her proximity derived from me despising her when the polar opposite was true. Although I wasn’t too keen on letting her know that either. 

Unforeseen, she handed me the remote and got up from her place beside me. 

“You know what, I’m gonna hop in the shower.” 

She leaned over her travel bag to get out some clothes and toiletries before she flashed me another smirk and cooed, “You can join me if you want.”

Instead of answering her I froze in my place, only able to mutter something to myself when the bathroom door was already closed. “Wh…What?”

It felt as if my body was controlled by something other than my brain when I got up and walked over to the closed bathroom door, my knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. For a moment I really contemplated asking her about her offer to join her, curious if she was being serious or not. A certain tightness straining against my pants made it clear why I had such trouble thinking coherently. 

Only when I heard her turn on the water I grasped what I was doing, my hand dropping down again as I stepped back from the door. There was no way she was actually interested in a guy like me. Even if she gave me a chance to be close to her, there was nothing I could offer her. Her disappointment would be inevitable.

A breathy laugh escaped my throat as I took a book and sat back down on the bed, finding the idea that I almost embarrassed myself by stepping into the bathroom with her slightly comical. Although I tried really hard to focus my attention to the book in my hands, my mind kept drifting off to the image of Y/N under the shower. 

I imagined her startled expression when I would enter the bathroom, confidently joining her in the shower and pressing my body against hers. There was no way to stop my hand from its descend into my pants, the pressure almost becoming unbearable. I touched myself where I yearned for her skin on mine, fantasizing about her practiced fingers bringing me relief. 

Knowing I had to be quick, I was ruthlessly stroking myself, dancing along the brink of it almost becoming too much. Just moments before I heard her turn off the shower I spilled myself into a tissue, quickly cleaning up and throwing it away. When she stepped out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the bed with a book in my hands as if I hadn’t just sunken down to a new low. 

The way she looked at me with a glimmer in her eyes and a smile spread across her face almost made me fall to my knees to confess my sins and beg for absolution. As I averted my eyes from her face, I dared to catch a glimpse of her body. She was wearing a loose tank top and patterned pajama pants. Even when her look was effortless, she still radiated a beauty I had never seen in anyone before. 

When I noticed the outline of the natural curve of her chest with a hint of hardened peaks, I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra and almost lost my composure for the umpteenth time that night. It was then that I stopped being ashamed about my previous actions and was actually glad that I rid myself of the tension, certain that I might have finished untouched at the sight in front of me otherwise. 

“I’m bored,” she announced as she sat down on the bed beside me. 

“Okay? Do you want to find something to watch?”

“No, I wanna play a game!”

For a moment I got really excited about the prospect of playing my favorite game with her when I exclaimed, “I have a travel-size chess board in my bag!”

However, she shook her head and suggested something else. “No, let’s play truth or dare. You start. Pick one!”

With furrowed brows I stared at her while I contemplated which option would be the safest. “Truth,” I finally settled on. 

“What’s your body count?” She wanted to know. 

Her question irritated me, so confused as to what she wanted to know I said, “As in.. people I’ve shot?”

She shook her head and started giggling. “No, silly! As in people you’ve slept with.”

Oh. For a second I acted like I was really thinking about the answer, just to buy myself time. I knew she would probably catch me lying if I did but I didn’t really want to tell her the truth either. She noticed my hesitancy to answer her and added, “I’ve heard that men usually lie about that number and that it needs to be divided by two to be closer to the truth.”

Before I could overthink it I revealed, “Well that wouldn’t make any difference in my case.”

While she stared at me wide-eyed as she grasped what I had just implied, I felt the heat rushing to my face, surely coloring my cheeks a shade redder than I would like. 

“Oh.” She paused for a moment before she added, “Really?” 

Suddenly my throat felt drier than ever before, any attempts of clearing it were in vain. Instead of answering her I nodded and averted my eyes from her face. 

“How is that even possible? You’re so cute!” 

I appreciated her attempts of making me feel better but it didn’t change the fact that I made it way too far into my twenties without any sexual experience. 

“Apparently your definition of cute is not what most women look for in a man.”

Without meaning it to, that came out way harsher than I had intended. I searched for her eyes, fearing I had offended her. To my surprise I found nothing but softness in her look. She reached out her hand and touched my cheek, having me tremble at the unexpected contact. 

“I’m not most women,” she purred. 

Her fingers ran along my jaw, her eyes never leaving mine. I had a hard time comprehending what was happening, a part of me waiting for her to start laughing and revealing she was just teasing me. 

“Truth or dare, Spencer?”

It was the first time that I’ve heard her say my first name and I felt like I was getting drunk on the sound of it. Just by making that little difference I suddenly wasn’t her colleague Reid anymore, I was so much more than that. 

She licked her lips while she waited for my answer, my ability to form words already battered. She leaned closer to me, her upper body pressing against mine while her lips neared my ear. I thought she might close the gap but she never did, instead she let me feel her hot breath against even more heated skin. 

“Please say dare,” she finally whispered before leaning back again to look at me. 

“Dare.”

She grinned when she heard my answer and I could have sworn that her irises turned a shade darker. Her palm cradled my face, having me lean into the touch. For a moment I closed my eyes only to abruptly open them again when I heard her say, “I dare you to let me kiss you.”

Again I nodded instead of answering her, only to whimper when she got up from her spot beside me to straddle me instead. Needless to say I was hard again the moment she sat down on my lap. By now I was already too far gone to care about what she might think about the obvious display of my desire. All I wanted was to be close to her. 

Before closing the gap separating our lips, she halted to make sure of something. “Do you want this?”

I couldn’t hold back any longer, with my hands cupping her cheeks I pulled her closer, our mouths clashing together in a hasty kiss. I felt her smile against my lips at my eagerness, gladly reciprocating my actions. It felt like I was melting into her, our mouths brushing against one another while her tongue joined mine in this dance. It was clear that she had the upper hand in our union and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 

There was no stopping my hips from slightly bucking upwards to feel more of her. She praised my motion with a moan against my lips as her core pressed against my hardness. One of her hands wandered to the nape of my neck, intertwining her fingers with my curls on the back of my head. Without any warning, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to get access to my neck. 

The sudden harshness let the thumps of my pulse go wild and whines escape my throat, even more so when she bit down on the skin right below my ear. Gentle kisses along my throat contradicted her previous actions only to be followed by the sensation of her lips sucking against my pulse point. My hands hovered over her waist, scared to make an unwanted move, careful not to throw her off. 

Her lips found mine again before she pulled back to look at me. With dilated pupils, heated cheeks and lips plump from kissing she looked more stunning than I had ever seen her before. While still feeling slightly intimidated by her, she looked at me with the utmost adoration in her eyes. Her soft side was oozing out together with something that could only be described as lust. 

Her hands found mine, still hovering over her sides and helped me make contact with her body. 

“You can touch me, you know,” she purred while moving my hands together with hers down to her hips. 

I was still unsure of what to do, so I told her, “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Oh don’t worry,” she snickered while wiggling her hips, “I am very comfortable.”

She started rocking her core against my length, making my skin burn with anticipation. When she ground over my tip I whimpered, my fingertips burying into the fabric covering her hips and moving along with them to intensify her motions. 

“Eager boy.” 

She kissed me once more without ever stopping to rock against me. Her hands wandered to the buttons of my shirt, fumbling with them while she whispered, “I want you, Spencer.”

“I want you, too. So much.”

She halted her movements and looked at me. “If you need to slow down or want to stop, just tell me. Nothing has to happen tonight. Do you understand?”

Just like before, I nodded. This time that wasn’t enough for her. 

“Can you use your words, sweet boy?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand.”

And I did understand her although her words still didn’t make sense to me. Why would I want to stop whatever is going to happen tonight? On more than one occasion had I allowed myself to fantasize about this exact moment with her. 

Slowly she rid me of my shirt before I dared to push her top upwards as well. She lifted her arms for me to pull it over her head, letting it drop to the side of the bed. My palms made contact with the softness of her chest, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. When I let my thumbs brush over her nipples a sigh fell from her lips. 

My eyes darted between her curves and her face, not allowing myself to miss any of her reactions to my touches. She only ever denied me that when her lips found mine again, kissing me with a fervor I hadn’t anticipated. I let my fingertips wander over the tender skin of her upper body, caressing every inch of her I could reach. 

She left my lap to lay down beside me, her hand trailing down my body before her fingertips danced along the waistband of my pants where I was straining painfully against the fabric. She looked at me with a provocative grin, her eyes dark and glimmering. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” 

I really tried to form words this time but I was already so lost in this situation. 

“Tell me what you want, Spencer,” she demanded. 

With all my willpower I was able to mutter, “Touch me, please.”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

Just like earlier I was sure once more that this woman would be the end of me. But at least now I knew that I would die a happy man. “My cock. Please… Touch my cock.”

“I didn’t know that a sweet boy like you would be able to use such crude language.”

She ended my suffering with her hand gripping my erection through the fabric of my slacks. I almost lost my mind when she started rubbing her palm against it but it was nothing compared to what I felt when she removed my pants and touched it without any barrier. The image of her fingers wrapping around my cock would be imprinted in my memory forever, I was sure of that. 

My whole body trembled when she started to stroke me and I couldn’t stop the moans and whimpers falling from my lips. Before I got too close to the point of no return, I stopped her hand with mine and pushed it aside. To my surprise she let me and didn’t say anything when I readjusted our positions so she would lie on her back with me hovering over her. 

My heart was thumping loud against my chest, nervous about putting into practice what I had read up on countless times. After letting our lips meet again, I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, lingering at her breasts until I was sure I had kissed and licked over every bit of them. Wandering further down, I trailed kisses along her stomach, noticing how her muscles twitched and her skin broke out in chills. I sat up beside her as I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down when she lifted her hips. 

“God, you’re incredibly beautiful,” I mumbled while I let my eyes roam over her body before finding her face again. 

She smiled at me and purred, “So are you.”

My hands ran along the insides of her thighs, making her spread her legs slightly and revealing already glistening folds. 

“Can I taste you?”

She opened her thighs to make space for me while she told me to go ahead. I laid down between her legs and instantly started to pepper her inner thighs with little kisses. When I got closer to her center I took a moment to take in the sight. Although staring in awe at her beauty made me really happy, it wasn’t enough for me. I needed more of her. I needed all of her. 

One of my fingers glided through silken skin, spreading her arousal while she started to squirm. I took mental notes about each of her reactions to my touch, storing them away in my mind for the unlikely event of her letting me near her again sometime. 

Her heady scent had already clouded my mind but when I collected her taste on my tongue as I let it run through her crevice, I completely indulged in this moment. It was as if I was granted the first drop of water after wandering through the desert for weeks. Her folds felt delicate and velvety against my tongue, akin to the fragile petals of the most precious flower. 

I felt her hand grip my hair, gently guiding me to where she wanted to feel me the most. When I closed my lips around the bud of her core, she started rocking her hips against my face while the sweetest sounds escaped her mouth. I swung my arms around her thighs to keep her steady while I kept doing what she seemed to enjoy. 

Her wetness started to coat the lower half of my face while she pressed me further into her flesh with her hand on the back of my head. The combination of her scent and her reaction to my ministrations was intoxicating and dizzying. She tensed beneath me while tremors wrecked through her body every few seconds. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Don’t stop!”

Nothing would have been able to distract me from my mission to bring her pleasure until I felt her hand against my forehead, pushing me away from her. Baffled, I looked up at her, wondering if I did something to displease her. Her eyes were weary when they found mine, her cheeks rosy and her chest heaving. She beckoned for me to lay down beside her. 

“You did so good, my sweet boy,” she cooed while wiping my face clean with her thumb. 

I still felt dazed and had troubles grasping what I had just experienced. “I did? Then why did you make me stop?” 

“Because it gets too much after climaxing.”

“Oh… Oh.” I replayed the images in my head, retrospectively identifying the telltale signs of her orgasm. 

“You didn’t notice? I told you, you did good,” she giggled. 

“It’s just that I’ve read how complicated it was to pleasure a woman. Only that wasn’t hard at all.”

Her giggles turned into a whole-hearted laugh at my naiveté and I couldn’t help but chuckle myself, feeling relieved that she seemed to be pleased. 

“It’s not hard when you pay attention to the other person’s reactions. Speaking of…,” she paused and motioned down to my still painfully hard length. “What are we going to do with you?”

She didn’t give me enough time to answer, instead pushing her hands against my shoulders so I would lay on my back. Just like before she straddled my hips, hovering over me just inches over my aching erection. She leaned down to kiss me and I wondered if she could taste herself on my lips. 

After a moment she pulled back to whisper, “I would really like to know how your cock feels inside me. But we can stop if you’re not ready.”

“No, please. Don’t stop. But I… don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean, so I’m down if you are,” she let me know. 

There was no reason to doubt what she told me so I nodded once more as I watched her spit in her palm before she gave me a few more strokes. After that she didn’t waste any time to position me at her entrance and sink down on me. The sensation of her tightness enveloping me was almost too much to bear. 

With closed eyes she seemed to revel in the sensation of me filling her out. As I twitched inside her I felt her walls pulsating against the extent of my desire. I didn’t expect how overwhelmed I would get once she started to move on top of me. Her hands rested on my chest as she rocked against me. 

When she started to accelerate her movements I felt my breaking point approaching way quicker than I would have liked. My hands flew to her hips, my fingertips burying into the soft flesh in an attempt to slow her down. She didn’t seem fazed by that, instead smirking at me while she clearly noticed me falling apart. 

“Fuck I… You need to slow down, I can’t hold back any longer like this,” I finally confessed. 

She didn’t though, instead she purred, “Oh please, Spencer. Don’t hold back.”

I clenched my teeth and begged my body to hold onto just a little while longer. “I don’t want to disappoint you,” I muttered. 

That’s what made her halt her motion. She leaned down to place her lips on mine while her fingertips caressed the side of my face before she softly purred, “You could never disappoint me. You already made me very happy, so now it’s your turn.” 

Sitting back up, she started moving again, quickly accelerating her pace as I danced along the brink of my impending climax. 

“Come for me, sweet boy. Let go.” 

And I did. My whole body shook as I found my release, buried deep inside of her. She kept rocking against my hips until I had nothing left to give her. While still being inside her, she collapsed into my arms and buried her face in the crook of my neck as she evened out her breathing. I wrapped my arms around her body to keep her as close as possible. 

When she attempted to get up from her position I whined, not allowing her to move away. 

“Spencer,” she laughed, “I need to get cleaned up.”

I let her go then, watching her every move and noticing how my essence slowly dripped down her thighs as she got up. She hurried to the bathroom only to be back inside my arms in no time. Over the course of the evening her skin pressed against mine started to feel so familiar to me. Her embrace felt like home. 

“I could get used to this,” she mumbled as she nestled her body up against mine. 

“Maybe we should share a room more often.”

She looked up at me after hearing my suggestion, flashing me the same smirk that had caused my insides to tingle several times tonight. Her mouth found mine in a soft kiss before I heard her whisper against my lips, “Or maybe you should take me out on a date.” 

“Even better.”

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[martyrbat]

Hi! Um, I thought I would offer you these panels from utrh of Dick with a knee brace, as per your last few posts about disabled representation in comics. Also indirectly answering that other anon who said that representation in comics isn't exciting and can't work with them being superheroes...

And I mean, you can totally write intriguing and interesting stories about a character coming to terms with their disability and figuring out that while it makes them different from who they were before, they're still a fucking hero. (Like Babs becoming Oracle after losing the use of her legs. Making her walk again and be Batgirl again... Idk how you can call that anything other than ableism?? She's seriously cool as Oracle, that def didn't need any retcons.)

Anyway, I think the problem is that many people associate being disabled with ableist prejudices of helplessness, without even being fully aware of it. Which is exactly why more rep in any type of media would help!

my friend! your post is as wonderful and insightful as always and thank you so much for the panels, i forgot which comic they were from! this it was exactly what i was referring to and imagining when talking about his knee brace, thank you again!! i love how its something that allows him to continue being a hero and that it just exists instead of being a big plot point. just casual and normalized use of mobility aids my beloved <33

and absolutely agree in it creating interesting stories of them adapting and handling the changes they need to make because of their disability and how it doesn't make them weaker! i think to this panel from the batman chronicles specifically:

[ID: Barbara Gordon smiling at white birds as she's in her wheelchair. Behind her un-detailed people are walking as they go about their lives. Her hair flows slightly in the wind and her internal narration boxes read, "A little over a year has passed since my old life ended, since I died and was reborn. The shadows remain, but only to give contrast to the light. I am no longer a distaff impersonation of someone else. I'm me - more me than I have ever been. My life is my own. I embrace it, and the light, with a deep, continuing joy." END ID]

the entire issue is so well done in her voicing her discomfort and fear and anger at her sudden disability and the change. because of course its frustrating to have that sudden change. of course she feels lost when she based her purpose on being batgirl, something that depended on her being physically abled. and seeing that voice and feelings being represented alongside of it highlighting and showing that she still has purpose and is just as powerful and capable of doing what she loves is so <3 she found her identity, not as an extension of anyone else but just as herself, as a disabled woman. and how happy she is!

i think abled people tend to be so uncomfortable with the idea of disabled people (especially physically disabled people) being happy or still being powerful. they hate the idea of disabled people not being weaker to them while also hating the anger and frustration that can come with being disabled. they hate seeing us successful and just as capable and hate seeing us as human rather than a "poor victim" to put up on a pedestal for inspiration porn that makes them feel better about themselves.

we're allowed to "motivation" to them as they simultaneously think its unnatural for us to be happy or successful on our own. we're either looked down at or held to standards that abled people arent - never to be equal. im allowed to be just as pissed off as someone that can walk and move around freely. i should be allowed to be as messy or rude as someone thats neurotypical without being viewed as a child to pity or as someone that should be better than them in my behaviour. i should be allowed to be smart and sexy and funny and complex as anyone else. my disabilities doesn't make me more or less of a person. it just makes me a person thats disabled.

disability is such a broad spectrum. from paralyzed, needing canes or wheelchairs or any mobility device, needing hearing aids or anything that's physically noticeable. to chronic pain and neurodevelopment disorders and other invisible disabilities. and everyone's experience is different with each one and its so vast. the opportunities it allows and how fascinating and empowering it'll be to see this range and how these characters handle it is unbelievable and such wasted potential. from dealing with the sudden frustrations and limitations to it just being part of them.

it can literally be one panel in a random comic that says nightwing needs a knee brace because of worn cartilage and have it be part of his character casually and consistently. have an ongoing arc and theme of random brain injury side effects because of the head trauma hes taken and have a moving moment in being reassured and how he struggles with it. have something.

theres so much they can do and just refuse not to. the only reason disabilities isnt represented is pure ableism, there is no excuse.

#again its always so nice to see your posts :) #hopefully my reply is coherent as im sipping my brain soup with a fork bc i have NO spoons but #anyways. tired of not being allowed to casually exist as a disabled person. #im not anyones victim and im not inspirational just because im alive and disabled. its condescending and insulting #barbara gordon #oracle #nightwing #dick grayson #the d in dcu is for disabled #company in the crypt #nature my beloved #calling all my mutuals and favourite accounts my beloved my beloved... <3

[canonicallyanxious]

assorted thoughts/speculation on how the alan/wen relationship could have possibly stopped working, beyond "i fell out of love with you":

"You should have asked him too if he wanted it" - my very first reaction to this line from Gong was that he was maybe talking about something specific, mostly bc it felt very pointed esp in conjunction with the later line of "maybe you should try doing nothing". then i thought maybe he was talking about a sort of last straw incident as part of a recurring pattern. now i think it's very possible it wasn't about anything specific necessarily, but more a general commentary on their dynamic. Alan seems like a very solution-oriented man-of-action kind of person, from the way he constantly asks Wen what he can do to fix things and make them better and if there are "any other options". on the other side of things Wen is an attentive listener and seems to be pretty attuned to other people's wants and feelings [thinking about his interactions with Li Ming, for example].

so from that perspective i can see how Wen maybe started doing things he didn't necessarily want to do because he could see that it made Alan happy, and not expressing that he might not want to do those things bc it didn't seem like that big of a deal at the start in comparison to how happy it made Alan, and Alan maybe didn't know to ask because he himself is the kind of person who expresses himself through his actions, and things slowly building from there until the situation became intolerable.

"I don't really like beef... but you like it, so i can eat it too" - this line reinforces this impression i get, and i can imagine it being especially true at the beginning of their relationship. they're in their late 20's, i'm guessing somewhere around 27-28, and they've been together for over 5 years [possibly closer to six, depending on when the break up actually happened; their 1 year anniversary was May 2017, so they actually started dating in 2016], which means they probably started dating around 21-22 years. I don't think it's totally out of the realm of possibility for this to have been their first serious long-term relationship [definitely not an uncommon queer experience in particular, i myself didn't start dating girls until after i graduated college] and even if that isn't the case, when you're younger i think it's easy to romanticize things and tell yourself there are things you're okay with changing about yourself to make the other person happy. Wen especially seems like the kind of person who could buy into this pretty easily [Mr. "if i were them i would do everything possible to make it work" over here].

but i think even in your late twenties you have a much more solid idea of who you are as a person than you do in your early twenties, and a better understanding of the things you're less willing to bend for. and i think five years is a long time to push yourself into the mold of a person you aren't, even if it's with things that seem small like waking up for morning jogs or eating beef. like Wen said in ep 5 part 1, he did his best, but after a certain point maybe he realized he just couldn't do it anymore.

"deep down i also hoped we could make it work again" - wen strikes me as the kind of person who doesn't let go of the things that are important to him very easily [i mean just look at how persistent he is with jim lol man knows what he wants!]. and this can be an admirable trait in some cases, but i can def see how it might also significantly exacerbate a situation like the one Wen ended up in with Alan.

what makes it especially complicated is that by his own admission he still cares about Alan and wants him to be happy; he notices everything that Alan does for him and how hard he tries and he's not immune to that because he knows how badly Alan still wants to be a part of his life. and i can see how all that would make it difficult for him to make a clean break. actually i understand the desire to want to stay friends with an ex bc of how important of a role they've played in your life for such a long time, on a very personal level [five years is a long fucking time to have such a deep and intimate relationship with a person! no matter how it ended or how you feel about the person it can be really difficult to imagine life without them!].

but ultimately esp in this case because Alan is still in love with him but Wen isn't a clean break is probably what's best for everyone, i think it's just difficult to realize that when you're as deep in the situation as Wen was. i can see it being a limbo/stasis kind of situation for a really long time, until the opportunity to get some outside perspective comes along [from an emotionally damaged chicken rice seller, for instance. apropos of nothing.]

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side note: even if they didn't explicitly say it i still hc that financial reasons were at least one reason why wen was having difficulties moving out. idk how the housing situation in Thailand is but i could def see it being difficult to disentangle yourself if both of your names were on the lease or if you both owned the place [I think Gong at some point says that their place is "also yours" which doesn't necessarily mean that they own the place, ownership is maybe difficult to attain at their age idk how ownership compares to renting in Thailand, but like maybe, who knows, it's a pretty small flat as opposed to a house and if they had rings they might be committed enough to the relationship to spring for a place together, IDK].

also i think the implication is that Wen's family doesn't live in Pattaya so living with them wouldn't be an easy option unless he transferred jobs which is also not an easy thing to do [he doesn't sound like he would particularly want to move back to Bangkok anyway, from his convo with Jim at the beginning of ep 6].

honestly the only thing i can't explain is why Wen would choose to share a bed with his ex for all that time skdnfsdkjfnsdkfns my man just didn't want to sleep on a couch for 6+ months i guess, place apparently too small for an extra futon or an air mattress, didn't want to bunk up in the kitchen so he said "you are not kicking me out of my own bed please and thank you" idk



#sarah.txt #moonlight chicken #mlc meta #mostly speculation just wanted to sort through my thoughts and hcs #if you already saw this post: no u didn't #story meta

[numbknee]

i seek your advice numbknee. i really wanna write my own kyman fics and i have so many ideas for them but i’ve never written a fic before and i’m frightened to dip my toes into it. i’m not a writer, i’ve never written before. like how do you just sit down ans qrite something??? jfkgk i’m so confused, what’s your process or do you have any writing tips? i ask you cuz i love your writing and i look forward to your posts a lot.

That's so awesome, good for you dude!! Writing can be a really fun creative hobby but I totally get where you're coming from. The first fic I ever wrote was for the adventure time fandom 10 years ago (yikes I'm old lol) and I was really scared to post it. I don't remember how exactly I got the courage to finally put it out there but it def feels like diving into the deep end. Just know that everyone has to start somewhere!

The good thing about fanfiction is that it's as "low stakes" as you can probably get when it comes to creative writing. It's not for a job, it's not for any academic assignment, it's just something you do for fun. And I think the culture around fanfiction understands that a lot of writers are amateurs and are generally supportive regardless of your starting level in terms of skill. Personally, I would rather read from an inexperienced writer who's clearly trying their best and has some interesting ideas over a more polished/experienced writer taking themselves too seriously or treating fanfic writing like a competition.

There's no single "correct" way to write, because ultimately you have to do what best suits your own style and preferences. But for me, I generally start out with an idea for a single scene that inspires me and come up with a story around that scene so it fits into a cohesive fic. For example, for my first kyman fic I initially had the idea in my head of Kyle being mesmerized by Cartman dressed in drag and impulsively making a first move on him. I worked backwards from there, so I had to come up with 1) why he was doing drag in the first place, 2) why Kyle would be there watching him, and 3) how they end up alone together so Kyle can make the first move. The last one was the trickiest for me to figure out for some reason, but eventually I came up with the idea of Cartman tripping in his giant heels and injuring himself so Kyle would have to help him inside the house. It was funny but also helped move the plot along.

Planning out the scenes ahead of time like this can help a lot, but also don't be afraid to change things up as you write it out if you think something else works better. Since you have a bunch of your own ideas, start out with the one scene/scenario that inspires you the most and plan it out from there. I'd suggest first writing a shorter one-shot since that's easier to plan for than a longer, multi-chaptered fic. There's a ton of resources online you can find to help with story structure if you're not sure where to start or how to build on your idea. (Like this video about the 6 essential questions of storytelling).

Other logistical things: Make sure you save your work frequently. Spell-check is your friend. If you're not comfortable asking someone to beta-read your fic, use text-to-speech or read it aloud yourself to help catch any mistakes and listen to how sentences flow. I highly recommend using AO3 to publish your work since it has a great tagging system and helps you get visibility because of that, but also ensures your work will stay safe from the whims of corporations destroying/erasing fanworks since it's independently run and funded.

One last thing to keep in mind: it's nice to get positive interaction from the fandom, but ultimately you should write for yourself and your own enjoyment. If you only write seeking the approval of others, you're never going to be happy because you're solely basing your writing's worth on strangers' opinions. There have definitely been fics I've written that didn't get as much interaction as I would have liked, but in the end I was happy I wrote it because it was something I could be proud of having made for myself as my own audience.

Hope this helps! Good luck 👍

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[gerogerigaogaigar]

The Roots - Things Fall Apart

The early 00s would see lightning quick evolution in hip hop and this album represents both the foundation on which those changes would take place and the last hurrah of 90s alt hip hop scene. And what a cast of features! Common, Most Def, Erykah Badu, J Dilla, and what I believe is Beanie Sigel's first appearance ever. Almost all up and comers who were hitting the turning point in their career and are now legends. All of this glosses over how well constructed Questlove's beats are and how well Black Thought and Malik B interact with them.

The Meters - Look-Ka Py Py

A great collection of funk grooves from the inventors of the groove. The influence on 70s funk is obvious but I tend to think of The Meters as the sample pack from which the golden age of hip hop is crafted. Taking these songs on their own merit isn't difficult though. Smooth organs, extremely tight punchy drums, and crisp choppy guitar. This album is the essence of funk. The platonic ideal of funkiness.

CHIC - Risqué

Disco is an unfairly maligned genre. The hate was manufactured by racist homophobes who had too much stock tied up in both rock radio as an industry and as an outlet for toxic masculinity. But the meme lives on. Twisted and malformed as only a meme can be. Leave your preconceptions behind and listen with an open mind. You may find that the link between this album and hip hop run deeper than just the bassline from Good Times. You might find that even disregarding the influence on future 'cooler' genres this is just extraordinarily good music. Risqué in particular finds just the right balance of bass and string swells to make the songs engaging to at home listeners and club goers alike.

Credence Clearwater Revival - Cosmo's Factory

A little bit country, a little bit rock and roll, a dash of psychedelia, and various other herbs and spices and you've got CCR brewing. Fogerty's raspy voice is the perfect compliment to the down home bayou vibe. Although this album is the most polished of their output the production values don't get in the way of the raw soul and heart. In fact it might be one of the best production jobs in rock music. And of course, it must be said, if you have not heard their epic 11 minute cover of I Heard It Through The Grapevine then you haven't heard one of the best songs ever recorded.

Smokey Robinson & The Miracles - Going To A Go-Go

Have I mentioned that I really love Motown yet? This is a really solid collection of Smokey Robinson's soulful songwriting. Really anything I've said about the Motown sound goes here as well so I won't be repetitive. This album is made up of song after song that could have been another artist's biggest hit.

Bob Dylan - Love and Theft

Y'know 500 isn't actually that many albums. And Bob Dylan has, like other albums. Better and more important ones. I'm not saying Love and Theft is bad, but is it really one of the 500 greatest albums of all time? How uh many Dylan albums did you put on here guys? Didya get Nashville Skyline, Desire, Before the Flood, John Wesley Harding, Planet Waves, Another Side? All better albums from the deeper recesses of his discography.

The Beach Boys - Wild Honey

W-what? really? I don't... Uh... I mean it's not a bad album at all. It's just. It's like. If there's a Beach Boys album that I forget exists it's this one. Um okay I'll review it for real though. So after the collapse of the Smile project the Beach Boys were left in a weird place. Brian Wilson had become even more reclusive and tension was high. The end result was Wild Honey, an album that clocks in at only 24 minutes and sounds more like bedroom pop than any Beach Boys record before it. It kinda works though, it feels hazy and tired and constricted. It feels warm but unlike previous records this isn't the warmth of the sun on a beach, it's the stuffy heat of a too small apartment with only one window in the summer.

The Grateful Dead - Workingman's Dead

In under a year The Grateful Dead went from twenty minutes psychedelic jam sessions to three minutes country rock songs. This was their first album in that country style and it's unbelievable how natural they sound. You would never guess that 69s Live/Dead and 70s Workingman's Dead could ever be the same band. Although I think it's overshadowed by American Beauty which they released only five months later this still marks the biggest turning point in their career.

#500 album gauntlet #the roots #the meters #chic #creedence clearwater revival #smokey robinson & the miracles #bob dylan #the beach boys #the grateful dead

[convexicalcrow]

okay i love your fic it is AMAZING please write more??? also im curious if cub's old man look is just a mask? or is it magic related? also if it is a mask then him wearing a vex mask is a mask ON a mask which is funny to me

tyty! :D I'm def interested in writing more for sure. I want to do Something with him changing his skin in s8 to look more like him bc I think that would be fun to write about. Like he's finally comfy enough to take off the old man mask and be himself and I think there's a lot of trans joy to write with that scenario, esp bc he went through a couple of iterations before he settled on his current skin. I also wanna write something about him meeting Scar too so Imma have to get on to s4 at some point I think. Plus idk, I have an idea for more Kingdomcraft fic with him talking to Ren and something something dog hybrids idk idk and how that all works. bc I think that would be an interesting convo. And I def want more Cub & Iskall as well. Maybe when they're working on the cathedral together is when Cub feels brave enough to start that conversation.

As for the mask, it's definitely magic of some sort. It's the one thing I struggled with for so long in trying to conceptualise HOW you make this work at all. But I think seeing his face as a mask, magical or otherwise, is a good way to do it. I'm kinda leaving it vague on whether it's a physical mask that becomes his own face with magic, or if it's more an illusion or glamour that simply makes people see Old Man Cub and not Actual Cub. I think both are viable methods tbh and I'm not wedded to either. Whichever one makes sense to you is fine with me tbh, even if that's a mask on top of a mask lol. :D

I have in my head a lot of ideas about Cub's conflict with masking his appearance, and how he relates to his body. Why he would want the Vex to literally take his unwanted flesh and give him scars, rather than simply magic his body the way he wants it to look, bc that's just more illusion and it's Not Him, but those scars? That's him. Maybe he doesn't like showing them off much, bc that's still A Lot and maybe he's still not entirely comfy with his body, but it's still his, and not another illusion. His time with Scar in s5 and s6 makes him comfy enough to show off more flesh with the Pharaoh skin, while also being a more practical dress for a desert. The scars wouldn't be that visible though, but if you knew what you were looking for, you'd see them. It helps with that shift to taking off the final mask and putting Old Man Cub to bed at last and getting comfy enough to be himself.

idk how much of that will get into fic, ofc, but that's the progression I see in my head at any rate. :D

#convexical asks #convex #cubfan135 #trans cub #gtwscar #lore and headcanons #how to conceptualise trans stuff in minecraft #masks and magic

[crystalelemental]

Unit Teambuilding - Lodge Dawn

Two Dawns in one day, what are the odds?

General Overview Wormadam.  All this discussion around her ‘canon’ team, and about anime influence likely meaning Piplup or Buneary or Pachirisu, Togekiss in a pinch.  And it’s Wormadam.  10/10, Dawn.  Again, commitment to the bitment.

Wormadam is a Bug-type support, which is sad because I feel like a specially offensive Bug-type unit in the F2P-adjacent bundle would’ve been kinda nice.  Oh well.  Dawn is, once again, fairly interesting in a batshit kind of way.  Struggle Bug, and a trainer move that buffs special defense and speed.  Dawn’s all-in on special defense.  She can also buff special attack of allies, and her last move is...Giga Drain.  Uh-oh.

DeNA loves doing this stupid thing where they make a support option and then give it a healing move, to justify not giving it actually good healing.  Thankfully, Dawn does get Healthy Healing naturally, and has Sync Regen, which would be nice if she could EX but OOPSIE DOODLES.  Natural Remedy and MGR4 are...fine.  I do think Natural Remedy is funny.  Feels like a Tornadus counter that’s come too late.  And is also weak to Flying so there goes that plan.  She gets some interesting grid options, like Team Sharp Entry and the coveted Vigilance, but it’s not Endurance which she needs for those rather poor stats.  Also, true to form, she has Evasive Rush 3, to boost evasion by +3 on sync, and then Fail Forward to help generate more gauges.  Dawn...never change.

Team 1: Lodge Dawn, Gardenia, Blaine Okay, let’s start with an obvious general statement.  Dawn works best with units who can cap their own crit rate, supplying the needed special attack boosts.  Gardenia’s a fun pick, I really like using her in Grass-weak stages where I can, because she’s pretty F2P friendly with Blaine around.

Team 2: Lodge Dawn, Lucian, Anni N A bit odd, but hear me out.  Anni N sync build.  Lucian and Dawn can reliably debuff both offenses and special defense for N, allowing him to spend his opening turns just on buffing before a big nuke.  Because both effects are AoE, this can work well for CS too.  Technically, this can also work for any other looking for both debuffs, but C!Iris and SS N are physical, so that really just leaves you with Ghetsis and his inaccurate move.

Team 3: Lodge Dawn, SS Giovanni, Nanu Lodge Dawn, when not pulled to special attack buffing, has a very, very good utility tool.  Speed buffs.  Gauntlet has taught me that speed remains the most important stat, and options like SS Giovanni prove it time and again.  In this scenario, Dawn can salvage an off-type SS Giovanni run in Gauntlet by buffing speed for consistent attacks, and special defense for survival, with the added debuffing of special attack to really make it stick.  Nanu is here for debuffing, of course, though you could easily use anything with Screech, like Tech Magneton or Lickitung.

Team 4: Lodge Dawn, Alder, SC Ingo/Lucian Alder time.  Struggle Bug is AoE debuffing of special attack, and Dawn can provide that to Alder very easily.  She even has speed buffs, giving good gauge control.  SC Ingo provides Zone, Lucian provides debuffing.

Final Thoughts Lodge Dawn is...alright, but I struggle to say she’s good.  A major issue is that the special attack and speed buffs are separate moves, resulting in her having an unpleasant combination of traits.  Even Sp Atk/Sp Def would’ve been more valuable.  Sp Def/Speed is just kinda hard to accomplish much with.  To make matters significantly worse, she’s hard to partner with Lucian, whose speed buffs make her trainer move fairly irrelevant, and is hard outclassed by BP Janine.  BP Janine can buff special attack, speed, and even evasion in a single move for the entire team, and still carries Team Sharp Entry.  Anything buff-related that Lodge Dawn can do, BP Janine likely does better.  Dawn’s niche over her is really the special attack drops.  Which are not the most critically useful thing in the world.  I dunno.  A second, worse BP Janine isn’t bad by any means, and built-in Vigilance has always been one of my favorite things.  So we’ll see how she plays out.

#pokemon masters #lodge dawn #unit teambuilding

[foldingpaperflowers]

Hi, I also have Epilepsy. How have you been dealing with it ? Are you struggling emotionally?

Hii hii I'm really sorry for not getting back to this right away, I've been super busy the last few days and wanted to make sure I was able to give you like a real answer. I'm answering this publicly because it's kinda a complex question that other people may like to see an answer for (I know theres points I defs would have) but if you want to talk about more personal stuff PLEASE feel free to DM me.

I've actually rewritten an answer for this like 10 times because I end up over sharing too much ahaha the short answer is yes and no.

I used to struggle A LOT I mean, I had been super independent before my seizures I worked 56 hours a week, I had raised my one sib from the time I was 10, had plans to be a sfx makeup artist, it was great! Then all of a sudden I couldn't leave my house alone. I was having seizures daily, I couldn't work, college had to be put on hold (4x before I told them I'd email them if I was ever able to start) I kept trying to find different jobs but that was difficult with how often my meds were changing, and how bad my seizures would get when I switched pills. I lost friends because I kept canceling last minute (which i do understand)

Movies and shows started adding more strobes in too, like I'm positive that's a thing. I have a much easier time with movies/shows pre-2014ish because they have less strobes. Video games stopped being a thing too, idk if they really got worse or new ones finally started affecting me. Like man it sucked. I didnt have any hope in my life improving.

When I started college that made it a lot better. I went for graphic design at a fast tracked college (that has a pretty okaay reputation with everyone but the past students lmao) I lived with my mom during it, for a while my meds were working, I tried working again but my seizures increased doing school + work. And my seizures made school a fucking nightmare. But, I also found I was actually like, happy for a while. Sure there was the whole emotional rollercoaster of not feeling good enough/frustration at yourself when I had seizures, but it wasn't the worst?

Until I wasn't able to handle school they weren't able to offer online classes and I ended up switching meds again a year after college, so of course I had more seizures. Lost over 30k in loans, probably could have fought it bcuz covid made them switch to online classes 3 days later. I tried a bit but with covid, there wasn't really anyone offering free legal services and i didn't know what to do.

It was like a lot of work to get over that, and if it wasn't for my bf being literally amazing I probably wouldn't have. Like, I can't go on disability because my bf makes a bit over the line for household income. It's less than a dual income household still, but my bf has been very insistent that I don't go back to retail, and just try to do what I can from home. That gave me the chance to start developing something of my own and try to create my own stationary business. And basically doing this I've been able to actually like, feel happy about life again?? Like I'm not saying that working is the way to fix your emotional problems because that's fucking bullshit.

But, like, when I was constantly shitty feeling, it was partially because I didn't have any end in sight to my problems, and nothing to look forward to with the future. All my goals had been squished by my brain deciding I need to have seizures, and it wasn't good for me at all.

What first started helping was finding hobbies that didn't include screens since too much time on a computer triggers my seizure auras (I knit, paint, and play ukulele now! Plus I try to go swimming at least once every 2 weeks) If I was doing something fun that was unlikely to trigger my seizures, I found it would make me feel bad that I couldn't do the other types of hobbies as often (video games, digital art, general screen time) plus if a bad seizure threw me off for a few days I didn't have to be bored out of my fucking mind (note: don't try to knit after a seizure unless you're doing just a basic stitch. You may cry. I do. A lot.)

The other thing was just trying to accept it as part of my life. This is harder to explain (Apparently most people don't seem to get it??) But I changed meds 9x between 2016-2019. The doctors keep telling me that they can fix my seizures but when I get my hopes up, I'm an emotional wreck when it doesn't work. Instead of putting hope into it I just kinda pretend I have hope (drs don't like it if you don't pretend) it's like, when a 4 year old is playing dress up gives you a skittle and say "heres your medicine!" You just go along with it, and pretend it will help cure whatever ailment the child is saying. That's basically the way I am about my treatment, and I don't feel as sad about it anymore lmaooo

That being said, my emotions still exist, they just don't come up as often. I used to be able to articulate my thoughts better, but now I can't (especially when speaking) and I fucking hate it. On a regular basis I read academic papers (usually focusing on neurology or something related to history) I fully understand them and have had theories on multiple occasions that I later find a paper proving, so it's frustrating as hell that I can't ever actually talk about this shit because It comes out as "oh you know how that one thingy is like super relevant to how things were done in like 1892 in reference to farming??" And neither myself or anyone else can figure out the words I mean to use -.-

This has become long and complainy again, so I'm going to cut it off now but uh yeah suffice to say I sure have a few emotions lmaoo

#infinite-dreamer3 #asks #epilepsy #actual epileptic

[moved2usagiiboo]

Daydreaming

Def; Daydreaming is the stream of consciousness that detaches from current, external tasks when attention drifts to a more personal and internal direction. 

Synonyms; Trance, fantasy, Hallucination

Chifuyu x fem!reader

Minors DNI, thank you.

You were stunning, enticing, gorgeous. You were a angel sent down from heaven with the job of blessing young men's hearts. You shined bright like the rays on a sunny day.

You were his everything and yet you weren't his. As a matter of fact, he barely knew anything about you but you have him wrapped around your delicate finger. He was whipped.

Chifuyu met you one day, when he had been tasked with a mid-day coffee run for him and his co-worker. He walked into the café, the smell of coffee and pastries engulfed his noise, it was a small cat café not too far from where he worked. Nothing more than a five minute walk, Chifuyu heard cats meow and purred as they rubbed against his pants.

He bent down rubbing the head of the nearest cat to him, he lifted the cat up cradling it as he walked towards the menu.

"Hi! Welcome to Neko-Sama, what can I get for you today." You beamed at him from behind the counter with the softest smile. Your voice rung in his ears like a soft melody, your smile made heat rush to his face in an instant.

You had your hair in pigtails with pink and white cat ears, and a frilly maid costume draped over your body. You shuffled your body feeling Chifuyu's eyes look you up and down eyeing your attire.

You were adorable.

You stared at the man with cat like eyes, you catched your eyes with his before turning away and giving an awkward cough to clear the air.

"Wow, Tuba doesn't really like anybody..." You drifted off, "Much less let people hold her, you must be a great guy!"

"Tuba?" He questioned earning a small meow from the ginger cat that was in his arms nuzzling his head on his arm. "O-Oh! Well, I do work with animals, that's probably why." He chuckles softly petting the cat.

"That's amazing, I got this job here to work with animals. I adore cats, they're just so cute." You practically squealed, "Sorry! M'rambling" You looked down with a slight your ears slightly red from embarrassment.

The only thing that ran through Chifuyu's head was how adorable you were. Would it be weird if he asked for your number? You both just met, but he can't help but want to know more about you.

"N-No, no, not at all. Honestly, I thought it was cute..." He says the last part ever so softly, tightening his grip on the cat due to nervousness. The cat bites Chifuyu's hand in response jumping out of his arms, "Oh.. Guess I pissed him off." You both laughed at the cat as you watched him lick himself in spite.

For a split second you both lock eyes, you turn your head down to the iPad on the counter before beaming a smile at him.

"So! What can I get for you today?"

Ever since then Chifuyu has found reasons to make his way to the café. His co-worker caught onto him leaving work to bring back coffee and various snacks, one day he asked him about it.

"I like the coffee." He plainly replied, he would repeat this phrase over and over not only to those who asked about his constant ventures to the café but to convince himself that it wasn't because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face.

Totally not because he hopes that his constant visits would bring upon something. Something more than small talk as you prepared his drink, he convinced himself that he didn't want to be the reason you smile everyday.

You weren't running through his mind, he couldn't be in love with a girl be barely knows.

But the way you blush when he gives you small compliments, it's just too cute to ignore.

Over the course of a few months you and the man got closer, you learn his name and he yours. You were both around the same age, 23, you still being in college working towards your degree and him owning a animal shop.

One day, on a cold winter evening Chifuyu found himself at the café once again. So far he has been to Neko-Sama almost everyday. Naturally, being the animal person he is, he has created a bond with the cats there. Especially Tuna.

Tuna meows the loudest whenever Chifuyu is in the establishment, that's when you begin to prepare his drink. His order changes with the season, as any good barista does, you remember his orders for each season.

Being that it's winter you prepare his drink, a medium peppermint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. You found it cute how a grown man would order such a cute drink.

"Good evening Chifuyu-san." You smiled placing his drink at his regular table. He takes off his coat setting it down on the seat next to him.

"I told you to drop the formalities, we're the same age Y/n." He sighs, softly thanking you for preparing his drink. He blows the steam away before taking a sip.

"I can't help it, you just seem so much older " You giggle before sitting next to him on the booth couch.

"Should I call you Fuyu' from now on?" You tapped your chin with a hum pretending to think.

"Do what you want, dummy Y/n." He mutters, hoping you're unaware of the burn on the tip of his ears.

Tuna jumped his way onto the seat laying on Chifuyu's coat, his purrs nothing more than a background sound as you and Chifuyu indulge in a conversation.

"And look at this, the new cat is so playful," Chifuyu chuckles pulling his phone out, "Look, she basically destroyed this toy we gave her." He shows you pictures of the cat along with the aftermath of her playtime. You giggle as he swiped through his phone.

This wasn't your fault. You could barely see the screen because of the glare from the lights, you shift your body closer to him. Chifuyu freezes as he feels your clothed breasts push up against him as you stare at his screen unaware of your actions.

"You okay?" You ask staring at his face, cupping it with your hands. His whole body locked up at your touch, his face was bright red with sweat heading down the side of his temple. "You're burning up!" You half screen putting the back of your hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" You frantically ask while gripping the man's face.

"M'fine.. Just" He trails off, looking at your glistening lips, "Dizzy...."

"Fuyu, you idiot. You need to go home when you don't feel well..." You sighed, "Come on let me walk you home, my shift is over anyways."

Chifuyu waited outside feeling dizzy off of your touch, his head throbbed and his heart pounded. Maybe he was sick.

"Sorry it took so long, Tuna didn't want to go in his cage..." You sigh locking up, you looked at Chifuyu and worry spread across your face. Chifuyu's chest heaved up and down heavily, he looked out of breath as if he ran a marathon.

You quickly take off your scarf and wrapped it around his neck, he softly gasped at the sudden action.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" You lock arms with him and following him as he walked to his apartment. You missed the way his face got brighter as he smelt your scent on the scarf. You said your goodbyes telling him to take medicine and get a good night's rest.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped down on his way to the shower feeling lightheaded, after his shower he took his medicine like you told him to, he wasted no time getting into his bed not before grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He ignored the cries of his cat as he tried to drift off to sleep trying to forget the throbbing pain in his head.

ミ❣️That night he couldn't sleep, maybe it was the throbbing pain in his head or the nauseous feeling he'd get everytime he would shift his body.

ミ❣️Or possible it was the fact that everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, your smile, heard your voice, felt your touch.

ミ❣️Your hands were soft, oh so plush.

ミ❣️And your lips, the way they glistened due to the lip gloss you would constantly put on for worry your lips would dry out.

ミ❣️He couldn't forget your whines and pouts when he would call you, "dummy y/n" a nickname you acquired after spraining your ankle slipping while trying to give Tuna a bath.

ミ❣️The way you would stick out your bottom lip, your eyes would shine as if you were about to cry when he had to leave early...

ミ❣️You were adorable, his perfect little angel.

ミ❣️He drifts off daydreaming about every aspect of you that he loves, its a innocent little crush.

ミ❣️He begins to drift off about the way you dress, those pink cat ears that jingle everytime you move. That slutty maid costume that barely covered your ass. Those adorable stripped thigh highs that covered your thighs, pushing up the fat to the uncovered part of your upper thighs.

ミ❣️He nuzzled his flushed face into the scarf engulfing his nose in your sweet scent. It smelt like the fragrance you would constantly wear...

ミ❣️What was it again?

ミ❣️Fuck, he can't think straight trying to remember the name of your perfume makes his head hurt.

ミ❣️But thinking about how you would bend down he would get a full view of your plush cheeks made his cock hurt.

ミ❣️The way you would shake and sway your hips with each step you took.

ミ❣️He isn't in the right headspace, his mind has drifted away from his body. He's long gone, he lost all control of his actions.

ミ❣️Chifuyu is needy, the thoughts go right to his cock. His length twitched with every memory of you.

ミ❣️When did he pull his pants down to his knees?

ミ❣️When did his breath become broken and eratic?

ミ❣️He doesn't know how he ended feeling his dick through his underwear, how he began to fist his dick, all curled up in a ball, trying to release.

ミ❣️His other hand pulling the scarf closer to his nose to take deep inhales.

ミ❣️Chifuyu's voice becomes audible as soft groans leave his mouth.

ミ❣️Nothing more than pre-cum dripped from the tip of his angry cock as he aggressively jerked his hand up and down the length of his shaft, gripping it harder trying to get friction.

ミ❣️He just needed to cum.

ミ❣️It wasn't working. He spat in his hand, rolling into his back. He pr sses his thumb onto his tip. He hissed in pain as a electric jolt shot through his body.

ミ❣️His proud cock standing tall as he moved his hand up and down while simultaneously slightly thrusting his hips upwards. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when it just.. wasn't working.

It wasnt you

ミ❣️Chifuyu pulled his pillow from his head, shifting his position once more, laying back on his side, putting his cock onto the surface of the pillow. He slowly humped his pillow, grinding his dick into the pillow.

ミ❣️He found himself wondering what you were doing right now, if at night you played with yourself.

ミ❣️No, no, not that. He wondered how well you would take him, if you'd scream his name, begging him to go faster, calling him all sorts of names,

ミ❣️Daddy

ミ❣️Master

ミ❣️ They would sound so pretty coming out of your mouth

ミ❣️As he claimed your pussy as his spraying your insides with his cum.

ミ❣️Nah, you were too innocent for that... You were the type of girl to blush when somebody accidentally touches your hand of gives you a compliment.

ミ❣️If anything you would fail to understand why your core was heating up, desperate to feel something inside you but not understanding the meaning.

ミ❣️That's it, you'd come to him crying asking for him to help you feel better.

ミ❣️He groaned at the thought of him placing his hand around your throat while tongue fucking your mouth. You would struggle to kiss back as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your knees would buckle from the pleasure. He would pick you up, holding the back of your knees, gently grinding his hard cock against your sex.

ミ❣️He would treat you like a princess.

ミ❣️Laying on your back as you hurried to take your soaking panties off, your slick juices leaving a single string that was attached to your panties, proof that you were wetting your undergarments like a dirty slut.

ミ❣️Your face would be red as you shamelessly tell him in the softest tone.

ミ❣️"Want you so bad Fuyu'"

ミ❣️Fuck, his thrusts became more erratic, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his pillow.

ミ❣️Yeah, you'd call him by his nickname as you begged him to claim you, ruin you.

ミ❣️He imagine him sinking his fingers, he'd start with one not wanting to hurt you. Your tight untouched cunt tightly squeezing his finger. You would already be a moaning mess, Fuyu was talking all your firsts.

ミ❣️Your slightly loosened sex would take in another finger. You would try your best to muffle your slutty moans as he fingers your soaking pussy. You'd cover your mouth with your hand as his finger curled inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl and eyes widen.

ミ❣️You'd moan his name, begging him to stop. It felt weird, felt too good, something was coming.

ミ❣️He'd give you your first orgasm with his fingers, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your face was red. You were already so fucked out on his fingers.

ミ❣️He felt his cock twitch with these thoughts. He mindlessly began to fuck his pillow into the mattress, his body now on top of the pillow as he grinded on top of the pillow.

ミ❣️He'd have you suck on his fingers tasting yourself as he began to eat you out. His tongue slipping in and out of your slit, naughty slurping sounds emitted from the room as he throat fucked you with his digits that were once in your pussy. His nose would occasionally hit your lip causing you to arch your back pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

ミ❣️You love being eaten out huh? Love it when daddy fucks you with his tongue. Such a dirty little thing.

ミ❣️All the dirty things he could think of seeps from his mouth, while eating you out. He'd bring you to another orgasm with ease.

ミ❣️"Y/n, fuck, m'gonna cum" Chifuyu grunted out in a out of breath voice, he felt his cock spurt out his cum into his pillow, yet he wasn't satisfied.

ミ❣️He leaned back onto his shins, his knees pressing into the bed as he lifted the pillow up, slipping his cock into the pillow cover.

ミ❣️He wasn't done yet, your pussy would be twitching, eager to take his cock. You eyes would be begging him to fuck you into the mattress.

ミ❣️"Gonna fuck my princess dumb." He muttered out to nobody as he thrusted upwards into the pillow. His thrusts were shameless and aggressive as he pounded his pillow like a dog in heat.

ミ❣️His moans were loud as he muttered filthy things about you.

ミ❣️He would slip his cock into you, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

ミ❣️His cock was just too big, his dumb baby couldn't take it. The stretch hurt. Daddy made it fit though. Daddy will make you feel so good. Pretty girl.

ミ❣️He'd let you adjust waiting for you to give him the okay, he would start of slow, giving you small thrusts to get you used to the size of him. Deep passionate thrusts that said how much he loved you.

ミ❣️You would have the most beautiful moans and whines, he could listen to them all day. He would kiss you and your body till it bruised.

ミ❣️You'd beg him to fuck you, he would do just that. Slamming his hips into yours causing you to scream out his nickname, one of his hands would be on your thigh squeezing it oh so tight getting a good grip for when he pulls his cock out and slams your bodies into each other, fucking you senseless. While the other kept your mouth busy, occasionally taking his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you deeply bruising your lips with his.

He'd watch your every expression.

ミ❣️"Your pussy was made for me, look how well you're taking it. Doing so good"

ミ❣️Your eyes would cross as your tongue rolled out, you'd pants and beg for him to slow down. You didn't really want that, no, not when he was making you feel this good. The way you would arch your back, grind your hips into his, wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair as you moaned louder with each thrust told him everything he needed to know.

ミ❣️You wanted more, you're greedy aren't you?

ミ❣️"My pretty little cocksleeve"

ミ❣️Chifuyu felt himself getting closer to his high, but he wanted to cum with you.

ミ❣️No, you weren't here.

ミ❣️His hand would make it to your clit giving it a soft slap before his thumb rubbed it in circles. You'd start cursing because of how good it felt. Telling him you wanted more, how you were about to cum, how much you wanted him to cum in you.

ミ❣️You would adore it, he knows it. You'd be such a cum hungry slut for him, no matter when or where you'd want him to cum in your tight pussy.

ミ❣️"Fuck, fuck— so good, Y/n— yer' pussy so good" Chifuyu cursed out as he imagined you creaming his cock the same time as he slammed his dick in you once more before spraying your insides white with his cum. Your body would shake as you had your final orgasm feeling so full.

ミ❣️"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Chifuyu cursed out realizing what he just did, he felt a wave of guilt as he felt his dick go limp after fucking his pillow to the thought of you like a madman.

ミ❣️He rushed into the shower, almost falling off his bed in a panic mode. He tried to wash it off, tried to wash off the sin of moaning your name while he fucked his pillow like some highschool horn dog.

ミ❣️He hoped you'd forgive him, he prayed you would.. You couldn't ever find out what he did, you'd label him as a pervert.

ミ❣️Maybe he was one.

ミ❣️He couldn't look himself in the mirror, too ashamed to face himself.

ミ❣️Chifuyu threw the pillow away before curling back in bed chanting soft apologies to nobody. He'd wrap his body in his blanket nuzzling his face back into your scarf as he drifting off final able to sleep.

ミ❣️The next morning you didn't understand why Chifuyu refused to make eye contact with you...

It was supposed to be a short drabble.... 500 works max 🤧🔫 anywaysssss

@baji-kuns hope you liked it 🙄 #Chifuyu'sAHoe

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Sleeping With Simeon

Request: So because I only trust your representation of Simeon, do u think he would b into somno? Or do you think he would feel violated/taking advantage of MC?

Warnings: Somno

A/N: quick thing because could not get this out of my head and honestly, a fic of this is defs something im gonna work on because somno?? guilt?? angels?? Sign me up) (also i kept this gn but i do use the word breast so yeah!!

For Simeon to take advantage of you when you are unconscious is something that he feels so guilty for. Guilt will eat away at him, break his bones and make him so nervous that he fears he won’t ever be able to look at you again. But he doesn’t tell you or anyone of his sins. He’s remorseful, of course he is, he’s taking advantage of you when he hasn’t had your consent but it just feels so good to be inside of you. You’re so careful with his purity- always making sure that things don’t go to far, always stopping him when his hands start to wander near your sex- and he’s grateful for it but it’s frustrating all at the same time.

At first Simeon doesn’t even notice what he’s begun to think and to want. It’s lustful thinking that a part of him wants to blame Asmodeus or even Solomon. He wants to blame his surroundings for the imperfections in his being, but he knows it isn’t that. It’s something deeper, something much more primal that scares the angel just a bit. He just thinks about you. He thinks of your naked body, how warn you feel when you press yourself against him, and how soft your lips are, the fluidity of your tongue. He can’t help himself when his hand is fisted around his cock, as he bites into the back of his hand to muffle his moans as he thinks of how good you would look on your knees, your eyes wide and lips parted with his cockhead.

He has to be careful with his prayers because despite not being under the constant watch of God, he knows that his prayers must be heard by someone. His hands are clasped together, the rosary between his closed psalm as he murmurs under his breath, chest raising and dipping, each breath more raspy than the last. He’s close to temptation, eager and salivating, as he watches you enter his room and comfort him. It’s an odd touch even though you’ve touched him multiple times. Your hands curved over his shoulders, your lips close to his face that he can smell the sweetness on your tongue from dessert and he doesn’t know what’s changed for you to be so close and for him to want nothing more than to bury himself in your chest, and cup a breast. He wants to feel you under him, but for now, he rests his head on your shoulder with a heavy breath and unblinking eyes.

It’s a low night for him. He doesn’t know how he’s managed to stray from you for so long, but he’s done it despite how hard you’ve made it. He hears you pleasure yourself in the shower, his back against the wooden door and his hands playing with himself, trying to match the movements to yoru sounds. You whimper and whine, murmuring curses under your breath and he can picture your skin- glistening and flushed, your heart racing as your hand plays with your sex. A part of him feels anger for hearing you play with yourself- is he not enough? He’s right outside, you could have called him, but you chose to keep your own sins behind closed doors- and so close to him. You must know what you’re doing. Another part of him is grateful that you’ve decided to do this so close to him- almost as if you were giving him a treat.

When you exit the shower, you don’t speak a word of your actions and neither does he. He wonders if you know that he could hear you. He just wants to get this night over with already. He wants to sleep and hopefully when he wakes up, you’ll be gone for him to pleasure himself. He watches you slip into bed, ignores how he can smell your sex still aching with arousal, and he places himself beside you. You’re quick to curl up beside him with your bare leg against his while you kiss his shoulder and tell him goodnight. You sleep in an oversized shirt- one that belonged to him but he gave to you.

Long after you’ve fallen asleep, you haven’t moved your leg away from him. You jerk in your sleep pushing closer to him and he’s still awake. He can hear your breaths- slow and deep, a signal that you are in deep sleep and that you won’t be awakened. If he closes his eyes, he can hear your more ragged breaths. He grows hard even with his wishful thinking, and when he calls your name, you don’t respond to him. His mind rushes with worry, thoughts invading his mind in a dark room only occupied by you and him. He lets his hand wander to the outside of his pajama pants and palms himself through the fabric. Perhaps pleasuring himself beside you would be enough but it isn’t and it’s late and he’s just tired of waiting, and he gives into sin.

You’re deep into sleep when he begins to rut himself against you. It’s a friction that just so much in such a short period of time. You’re much softer around your thighs, your skin supple and letting him press deeper into you. He’s rapid, pushing himself against you and even long after he’s reached his high, he can’t stop his movements. He’s desperate to feel you, so eager to finally be close to you that after a few minutes, he’s reached his high and even then he isn’t satisfied. You’re against him, sleeping and body already pleasured, that it makes sense for him to slip into you, to turn you on your back and hover above you with a pulsing erection that dribbles his semen onto your tummy.

He’s alone and awake with these thoughts, lust so ingrained in him that any of his worries have finally left him. No longer in Father’s vision, he has free will to do what he wants- to finally give him and take what is his. He’s weak, and with tears in his eyes- whether from guilt or from pleasure- he gives in. His cock is placed between your thighs, his hands clammy as they close them together over his cock, letting himself take pleasure in how warm and soft they feel around him. It’s a loving hug that he had never had the opportunity to feel. He’s above you, head hidden into the crook of your neck, begging in his mind that you don’t awaken to find this image of him taking advantage of you. His breath is warm against your neck, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips only to meet your neck, feeling the pulsing pint of your beating heart. His cock is warmed by your thighs, his seed spreading thin against you.

Against his better judgement, he turns you over and slips off your undergarments, letting your sex finally breath. He spreads you before him, your hole stretching out and under the pale moonlight, he can see the pink flesh that calls to him. His spit glistens on your skin, slipping inside of you and his cock throbs in want. Under his breath, he curses, his head dipping down as he slips into you. You’re much tighter than he would have thought- your walls clinging to him and molding to his shape. He pushes himself to the base, his eyes fluttering to a close and he regrets not doing this sooner. He realizes why falling for humans is so taboo- nothing could ever compare to your gummy walls that close around his cock, that pull him deeper with every thrust, the way that you whine and shift, how your hole clenches around him with every movement. He wishes that you were awake, to see your face scrunch and your hands clench around his arms begging for him to push himself deeper.

His seed fills you, spilling out and sticking to his cock in heavy strands when he pulls out. He huffs, his hands on your thighs, watching your hole twitch and spill out more of him. Simeon leans over and tilts your head, kissing your cheek and cupping your weeping sex. With careful hands, he cleans you, removing any trace of what he’s done and letting the night only be a memory to him. At the cusp of sleep, the guilt settles in and he brings you close, feeling your hands go to find him and hold him tight in your grasp. He whispers an apology to you, and tries to ignore the satisfaction that makes his heart race.

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