#I think it does not help that I instantly reduce it to something its not as a defense mechanism

[randombloops]

Guys does anyone have tips to talk to ppl I forgot how to :(

[hyukalyptus]

hi hp!! did you know that orgasms could help reduce the feeling of menstrual cramps? 🤓

who among txt do you think would be most likely to… support you this way when you tell them you’re cramping :(

(totally not dealing with cramps right now nope 🤡)

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hi!! omg im sorry its been a few days since u sent this in, hopefully ur feeling ok!

but omg! i wrote something about this on my old blog before it got permanently flagged. lemme see if i can find it~

ok..it was LONG long, so i cut it down~ shout out to @peachanonie for the thought in my inbox the first place :}

cw. periods, period sex, cunnilingus on period, period blood, everything about periods, sex toys, penetration (protection not mentioned), pet names (baby), TMI about my personal preferences lmfao.

peach: BEOMGYU!! i think he’d be a bit into bloodplay…. like the idea of it at least. but poor baby wouldn’t like the idea of hurting u like that so he’d never actually indulge cus it’s scary to him :( but! when he reads online somewhere that orgasms can be really good for periods… baby boy gets so curious

keeps reading and finds out ppl get extra sensitive when on their period too and he gets so 😳

at that point it’s just a matter of brining it up to u cus he’s a little shy when it comes to this stuff. tried to gently suggest it next time ur on ur period by hinting at it a bunch “did you know orgasms have a lot of benefits while on your period?” side eyeing you to see ur reaction LMAO he’s so cute.

but ofc ur not dumb and u see exactly what he’s doing… how cute he’d look while u tease him and make him feel small under u while u press kisses to his jaw and sweetly whisper how much you’d love to be pleasured by him if he wants to

as soon as he gets the okay, he’s practically jumping on you. starting at ur boobs and showing them LOTTTTSSSSS of love cus he knows how sensitive ur nipples get on ur period 🤭 wants to hear ur pretty noises so so bad so he doesn’t let up til he can’t take the excitement of eating u out ok ur period any longer.

makes sure everything is clean and prepared for a mess lol and then he GOES TO TOWNNNN. like i think as soon as he sees ur pretty pussy dripping with a mixture of period blood and arousal, he’d be fuckin floored and would dive straight for your clit (knowing it’ll pull the loudest moan out of u). and as soon as he actually TASTES you? instantly humping the bed. i think he’d cum in his pants quite quickly too 😭 poor baby just thinks u taste too good :( it’d turn him on so much. and with how hard you clench around his tongue, mixed with the taste of u in this state, i think he’d even maybe cum twice…… cus i know he’d be going at it for a looooooong time. just wanting to make u feel good and ease ur stress during this painful week :(

and when he finally lets up, he looks up at u with pretty little doe eyes, asking if u feel better and your heart just SWELLS at the sight of him. chin covered in ur release n blood, so so pretty for u….

already has a damp towel ready on the bedside table to clean u both up. and don’t expect him to fuck u after. no no no. all he wants is for you to gently stroke his cock while you lovingly make out, laying facing each other, til he whimpers into ur mouth that he’s cumming. pls pls PLS cuddle him to sleep, he wants to fall asleep with his head in ur chest :( and don’t even think abt getting dressed LOL u can wear underwear if u want cus ur on ur period but he will NOT allow you to get too hot in the night and ruin ur much needed sleep during such a stressful week for u! (it’s totally not because he wants to have a faceful of ur soft bare breasts to fall asleep to)

waking up the next morning to see a sleepy gyu with bed head and pajama pants laying out plates of pancakes for you both is honestly the best part.

service bf beomgyu is my weakness 😔

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me: ...peach. peach. PEACH. im in shambles. literally trying to think of anything to add lmao. but...this is soooo beomgyu.

i can totally see y'all sittin on the couch together and he's just scrollin thru his phone and ur just kinda groaning and he asks u what's up. you tell him ur on ur period and cramps are esp bad that day.

and he's like "...i read orgasms can kinda help w that..." and tries being as nonchalant as he can, but u catch on lmao. AND MAYBE! bc i see beomgyu's partner being a lil cheeky—you decide to tease him urself.

"oh ya? i think i heard that somewhere too..." nd u giggle just a bit, hopping off the couch, takin out ur tampon/cup lol, and returning w a lil vibrator. u bend over, ass toward him, slippin off ur pj shorts and he's just o.O then u plop back down, legs spread, spreadin ur lips a bit nd he sees u all wet and a bit bloody...speechless. u wanna tease urself, wanting his tongue to be the first thing that touches ur clit to get that "first touch" moan you know what i mean so u just switch it on, the sound of it alone makin u wet. and u kinda just rub it around your pussy for a bit, but he can't take his eyes off u.

"awe, jealous of my vibrator, baby?" and he just swallows and stutters a bit before he takes over and does everytHING

but i definitely need to write hcs for all of them!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH kicking nd squealing bc—my thing (TMI ALERT!!!) with period sex is i like penetration on my period. and i love seeing the bottom of my booty just barely covered in blood afterward. it literally makes me hnnggg. so just thinkin about yj takin someone from behind on their period, booty a lil bit red AH crying ><

[lathrine]

there's a TTRPG opinion i've seen A Lot online (mostly [but not exclusively] in D&D circles) that giving your players magic items is stupid and bad and they should Be Earned Through Sweat And Blood because otherwise they Unbalance The Game.

this might be true at big tables. i wouldn't know.

but i have DM'd A Lot. like A Lot A Lot. i wouldn't consider myself like master dungeon master or anything-- there is a lot im not good at and a lot i still have to learn-- but i do have a pretty good grasp on how the flow of a small table works. i have DM'd for tables of two-three players almost exclusively for six years.

i don't know what the current stats are, but many years ago WToC released stats that showed most 5e players never get past level 10.

if you have a two-three player table, any campaign book is lethal under level 5, and 6-10 is only slightly better. it does not matter how savvy your players are, how experienced, how tactically minded. you, the dungeon master, are playing a constant stressful battle against yourself to keep your party from instantly becoming paste. do you fudge rolls on the fly so enemies dont inflict 27 damage with an ill-timed crit, absolutely vaporizing your level 2 bard? do you reduce the number of enemies in an encounter, constantly fluctuating between too few and too many? do you let every roll lie where it falls, so The Struggles Are Real, regardless of the consequences? do you give them an NPC companion, to help even the odds? the answer is you do all of the above-- plus some extras-- in varying amounts. its one of those dm things im not very good with.

i'm running Horde of the Dragon Queen right now, and the inciting incident is a bandit siege on the town. the players are level one. the encounter is the entire night with a boss fight at dawn. if you follow the encounter Exactly as written the party fights-- and i am not exaggerating-- upwards of 60 enemies without a long rest, with a single short rest, and at level one.

as written, it is not survivable with a party of under four players. and frankly a party of 4+ would struggle.

and this is relevant, i swear, because as a dm of parties of two-three players, i love magic items. i love giving them out, i love the party having them. i love knowing that i dont have to pull my swings because the playing field is more level. i love being able to present them with A Challenge knowing it wont be an exercise in futility-- just challenging. i love giving silly magic items, that arent particularly powerful in their own right but if used cleverly can give a pretty big step up in future scenes.

i love making magic items, themed specifically for the player. something i can give them at a big milestone or story point, that's maybe a little beefy but feels Special.

i dunno mang. its the video game of it all. i have given out Tons of magic items over the years and my players have used maybe like 10% of them. i think very few players want an item that just lets them win the game. most people just want to feel Cool when playing the imaginary make believe game with their friends, and magic items are a great way to do that.

i think if you cant trust your players with magic items, because it'll Ruin The Game, there is a fundamental disconnect somewhere at the table.

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

sun digs its heels | sanji x reader

word count: 656

warnings: some mentions of crying! nothing explicit mentioned, this is just my own comfort thing lol

IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS A LITTLE OUT OF CHARACTER, I JUST WANT TO REALLY WRITE THIS BC I FEELS RIGHT IDK WHAT TO TELL YOU 💔

not much else other than that cus this is short as hell but yeah, enjoy some angst/comfort with my wife 👍

i lied, im also on ep 37 of one piece so this is on the merry and not the sunny bc i refuse to get some kind of spoiler (sweats)

this is pretty mcuh a drabble just shhfhshfhfhfhfha shut up shut up /lh

soft smoke billows out from the ship's chimney, hazy against the night sky just beyond the lit kitchen of the sunny. waves crash almost soothingly against the ship as a sizzling sound leaves the kitchen's open doorway; someone's making what smells like dinner. sanji steadily stirs something in a pot, cigarette lit and tucked into the corner of his lips as he stands by the stove. the ship was unusually quiet considering dinner time was on the rise, but the resident cook wasn't about to complain; truthfully, he preferred it this way. he could listen to the symphony that came in the form of his own cooking and the breeze of the ocean, the waves, the small creaks of age of the ship. everything was perfect. almost. he feels your presence before he sees you, perfection seemingly manifesting itself when he sees you. he has to do a double take when he hears the padding of your feet stop in the doorway leading out into the deck. almost instantly, he's reduced to a melting mess; his smile relaxes into something of an affectionate smile, his cheeks warm almost on instinct and he can't help the feeling of his heart practically swelling in his chest. he (unwillingly) turns his attention back to the food he's preparing in front of him, smile still etched on his face; "good evening, cheri. here to be my sous chef?" he starts, only able to get out the first half before he's suddenly pulled into an embrace by you.

sanji is forced to drop the spoon in his hands, arms hanging uselessly in shock as you wrap your own around him. his first reaction is to return the hug, his smile growing as his heart does a flip in his chest; he'd find any excuse to touch you. he's about to say something, something that he was sure would send you into the fit of giggles that he's heard from you before. for a moment, he even thinks you've already begun to laugh with the way your frame shakes against his own. but suddenly, your fingers are digging into the back of his suit, clenching so hard and pushing him even closer. all in one moment, he recognizes it all. he hadn't seen your tired, swollen red from crying, eyes. he hadn't seen the tear tracks or the way you were practically holding yourself when approaching him.

his heart sinks at the realization, half blaming himself for not having caught on to your mood when first seeing you; your beauty had a habit of making everything around him suddenly stop. without much thought, sanji wraps his arms around you into an embrace and pulls you impossibly closer. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, one hand slowly rubbing circles into your back and the other secure around your waist. he closes his eyes as he relishes in the feeling of you so close to him but doesn't ignore the feeling of your tears wetting some of the skin of his own neck, his eyebrows furrowing as he wordlessly asks you what's wrong with the rubbing of your back: he had a feeling you didn't want to talk about it just yet.

sanji tries to pull away but you don't let him, your hold still firm on him as he leans against the counter a bit. dinner has long been forgotten now, his one goal being to kiss the tears from your eyes, hold you even until the both of you were nothing but dust in a dying world. it's quiet between the two of you, words (if any at all) being shared throught your embrace, a feather light kiss on your neck or cheek from sanji. the ocean is still the same. the breeze is still the same. something has upset you and it's impossible to know what, but sanji could stay here forever trying to figure it out.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ THATS THE END!! :D ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

please do not look into this too much, i had a really bad mental health day a couple fo weeks ago to the point that i wanted to write this but was physically unable to from how upset i was 😵‍💫

BUT NOW IM MUCH BETTER AND HOPE THAT YOU ALL ENJOY THIS :3 this was on the shorter side just bc of how sudden it was but maybe one of these days, i can make something a bit more extensive

FOR NOWWW, i hope that you all are having a wonderful day/night and that you all are staying safe! to any college students starting a new semester, we got this! don't forget to take breaks! <3

[blackdigitalrose]

Thurs - TROPICAL-ROUGE! PRETTY CURE -EP 4 - 6

Let's ignore that minor detail, it's the equivalent of Day 4 and judging by these ep titles, we're about to speed through the rest of the team. (¬.¬ Why are you like this Precure, why such the rush?)

EP 4

Still on that, I don't know which club to join, club business, you'd think it would have a deadline.

A year above and in this scene particularly both Sango and Natsumi are significantly taller than her.

Is that just some random quirk of the villain team or is it going to serve a purpose down the line?

The reluctant Coral has certainly dived right into this, quite the change of heart.

Named herself after her own story... Minori must really be a fan.

Papaya is all kinds of odd but it was a good use of shadow, with Minori constantly stepping inside one to hide compared to the, there is no line openness of Manatsu

This sub plot needed more time to cook, Minori could have had something good but they just crammed it into one ep.

EP 5

Nope, she's fine as is, why would she even need a Precure transformation, apparently she's already got it covered.

Ha, Laura got called out, however as Laura doesn't even flinch at such a remark, it actually makes her even more shameless. That's a big no, no, how are you suppose to get behind some one like that?

And that is about the only thing Minori does all ep, aside be in the background helping out.

Another one... is this a Precure trend to? (Or perhaps, a special bread type would be more accurate)

Always red and blue... clearly some history and tension there to be revealed.

Egads, Minori is so short... why? (That isn't screaming a Captain Planet summon at all..>.<) Meanwhile Cure Flamingo is going in the same club as Black for hair that barely changed and just hit the brightness filter. However, attire wise, she may be one of the most unique looking ones. It was a clever monster of the week though, to highlight a need for a fourth member.

They did a better job building up Flamingo and leaving you with questions about her than Papaya but both are damaged by having such rushed joining arcs, reduced to a single ep. Seriously what is the rush? You have 48 eps to play with ¬.¬ this didn't need to be cleared in the first five.

EP 6

It's a more subtle clash than most so far and that's a good thing. It's a difference with out the pettiness.

Is there a reason these four were given such detail and introduced with full names? Or how they got to school grounds in the first place, former students or not, adults while kids are about? What sort of rule lacking school is this? (Not that you'd think that with the Student council President.)

Not sure if that qualifies as a group pose but its something. (The Precure side of this show is pretty goofy). Team names are never up for debate, they get all the members and just instantly seem to know.

Its the Earth Defence Club all over again... all it needed was a body count shortage to stop it from being official. Again, just who are those four?

Considering how vague the club description was, the writers could now do just about anything and everything with it, what ever the plot requires.

This was a struggle, Manatsu is far from the worse but she is just too exhausting, no one else really has a personality next to her, she's just so loud that she kind of naturally steals the attention of a scene. Still not a fan of all this rushing, why are we rushing through the cast like this? We're getting our third villain next ep...

[gothtransandroid]

Contemplating: Megafauna amd Necromancy.

The most obvious benefit to a large enough undead creature is a mobile home. Any base or living quarters that can be maintained while on the move gives someone an edge above others in both strategy and in leisure time. While many would pick simpler land creatures for blending in despite the smaller space and others would pick something like a Roc because of the sheer size and flight capabilities, I prefer the strange, difficult to manage yet uniquely beneficial burrowing or aquatic creatures, depending on the locales.

With an aquatic creature such as a whale it is much easier to void the contents and set up the magically reinforced strata to manage both keeping the insides dry during transit and maintaining a breathable atmosphere inside the whale. The only concerns here beyond magical maintenance is natural predators, though the scent and magical vibe of death can deter these it is better to avoid giving too many necromantic vibes lest underwater folk purify your new submarine ship.

Now the burrowing home does sacrifice size as there are not many megafauna that burrow through the earth, magically or otherwise, but if you can manage to teach a large enough undead a variant of the shape earth and stone spells then its possible at high enough magic levels to shift such terrain but it would be slow. A giant mole can be endowed with undeath and modified, then maintained with a permanent enlarge/reduce spell but such spells do strain the integrity of item-like constructs. Now the wider benefit here is obviously that a burrowing creature that is undead only need surface a mouth to climb out of and then can retract lightly to hide its form from detection, placing it in arid terrain to blend in with dead land so no one would think a necromantic creature was present. Of course the air issues and pressure issues with the ground creature is similar to the water one, but the predator issue vanishes instantly.

To address flight, I dont recommend it as the magical yield on keeping something afloat is much more cumbersome due to size and structure. You need to infuse every atom of the construct with magic, from the flight itself to the durability of the bones, temperature control within the hull and a robust enough camouflage to manage to deter predators and mage hunters alike. Its not as if the similar issues with aquatic dont exist, so much as the oceans are less easily observable both in scrying and in sight.

Finally, DO NOT ENLARGE DISPLACEMENT MAGICAL BEASTS. Forgetting that their abilities lose potency in undeath, teleportation is largely limited to the creature itself when organic magic. For teleporting an unliving home, I recommend bluntly casting dimension door or other high level spells normally, skipping any integration. It can also help in case you get stuck in travel on material you cant manage to cross like metals, volcanic vents and severe rugged terrain for your surface travel.

[imadethisaccountforaheadcannon]

it's real "funny" how the sunfans think sun's the most truamatised when all the does is take the sympathy that should have gone to his moon victims

Moon didn't have access to his body sun did facts are fact and the fact is that sun could have tried better to get moon out and what does he do wallow paint himself as a poor victim distracting people from even considering that moon had the worst truama or being forced to hurt his own brother cause at least sun can feel like the ""innocent" party when they were together

Does the same with july 16 sure his body was used and from his account it was exactly like moon and his killcode that all of a sudden he's just doing something bad he's stile not the actual one who did I BM did he was forced into it due to his own bloodlust

Sun stile in the end got to be the "poor victim" where the sympathy BM should have majority gotten wasn't there and the exploration of him feeling bad for killing dazzle is not actually there cause sun stole it from him just because sun wanted the attention BM was just considered a badguy in his story and his truama is considered worst then what Bloodmoon potentially would have had in regard to July 16.

KC was again born right outta the resentful feelings that was clearly indicative of how badly sun treated moon. Yet moon before KC showed up moon in the state he was in had clear resentment towards sun if it had been only what sun showed and said he did to him then moon wouldn't have targeted sun as much as he did he would see sun as an obstacle instead he speaks to sun like sun did more then keep him in his head. Yet all all this fandom had outta moons hurt and broken state is how truamatised sun is.

Nexus didn't even need to exist sun screwed up he accidentally killed the last version of moon and he revived as an amnesiatic does sun Immidiately go out of the way and does whatever he can to help moon with his amnesia no he clearly doesen't even try to check what's going on with him. Eclipse clearly didn't give a shit if sun had an amnesiatic moon or not maybe sun would have been able to get eclipse to shrug and get moon back but no he didn't instead he was like moons a "good moon" now while he casually stile kept on using moons tech stealing the star

At the same time it's Implied that eclipse didn't even remotely have any remorse for previously the majority of the time actually make moon his target

Sure sun got pain when eclipse was in his head but eclipse was going out of his was to actually torment moon and moon did everything in his power to reduce sun's suffering even ignoring his own when he foregoes sleep to find eclipses copy

Sun despite All this stile came out of everything looking like a hero

He looks like a "hero" all year without even making one attempt to get moon back for a year then nexus the moon he forced to exist has someone die and everyone aparently instantly ditches him and then he goes after bm to bring solar back

And of note its very clear how sun let BM be depicted as with how nexus thought that No one would miss

Then Earth another person hoarding all the sympathy whom went after BM for a bull reason as well just gets to come back and be "truamatised"

Moon comes back to all of this and all his previous friends being dead or hostile to himand everyones just trying to manipulate him into keep giving them stuff and nexus attacks him cause sun also led him to believe moon was bad and what does the fandom say about this

""Sun's got the most truama"

[cynicalone94]

Bees

Read on AO3 here.

Adam catches up as he finishes locking the cuffs in place and Jay nods in his direction as he pulls their suspect away from the wall.

“Damn bro.” Adam says, slowing to a walk as he continues toward them. “You really gotta save some of these guys for the rest of us.”

“And let them get away?” Jay says, leaning away as a bee starts buzzing around his head.

“Ouch.” Adam says. “And dude, just a bee.”

Jay glares at him but at that moment the bee decides he’s a threat, stinging his neck.

“Shit.” he mutters.

“We’ll get you some ice back at the station.” Adam says, rolling his eyes.

“Call for an ambulance.” Jay snaps, raising his radio. “Hailey, suspect in custody at Shermont and Columbus. Can you meet us?”

“Yeah.” Hailey replies instantly. “I’ll come save you you boys from a quick walk.”

Jay coughs, swallowing hard.

“Hurry.” he gasps and Adam freezes. “Need – cough – my – cough – epi – cough -”

Jay sinks to his knees and it’s enough to snap Adam out of his frozen shock. He races toward his friend, lifting his own radio and glaring at their suspect.

“You run, I will shoot you.” he snaps. “5021 Ida. I need an ambo at Shermont and Columbus forthwith. Officer down, allergic reaction, possible anaphylactic shock.”

He can hear Hailey shouting for Jay to answer her, promising that she’s on her way but his attention is locked on Jay’s face as his friend gasps for air.

He thinks he’s still breathing but only just and if his airway has already swollen this badly he doesn’t want to think about how much worse it will get.

“Jay?” he says, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.

Jay shakes his head when Adam tries to lie him down and he just nods.

Jay keeps an Epipen in his truck so that must mean this isn’t his first experience with this. If sitting up is better, he’ll keep him sitting up.

He settles behind him, supporting him in an upright position and hesitantly rubbing his back.

“Hailey will be here soon.” he promises. “Just try to keep breathing. Nice and easy.”

Jay’s fists are clenched tightly at his sides but Adam can hear him struggling through relatively even breaths so he just sits with him, continuing to rub his back.

But the wheezing is still getting worse and Adam finds himself looking around, hoping Hailey is close.

As if hearing his panic, the truck swings around the corner at that moment, screeching to a halt at the curb.

Hailey flies out, racing toward them with something clutched in her right hand.

She doesn’t even look her husband in the eye as she skids to her knees in front of him, flinging the cap off the autoinjector and jamming it into his thigh.

Jay makes a horrible sound as she depresses the plunger but she doesn’t react, holding it in place for another heart beat before removing it and gently rubbing his thigh to help the medication get into his system.

Only then does she look up, cupping his face with one hand.

“You’re okay.” she soothes. “You’re okay, just give the meds a second, okay?”

He nods, his head dropping to her shoulder.

“I know.” she says, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. “You can rest. Just keep breathing for me.”

His breathing, which had reduced to pained,whistling inhalations with far too much time between them, starts to ease.

It doesn’t sound good, certainly not the same healthy, strong respirations that had powered him through an impressive foot chase, but he doesn’t sound like he’s about to die right here in front of them.

The three of them sit there for several long minutes, just listening to Jay breathe.

Then he hears another vehicle and looks up, hoping to see the ambulance but its just a pair of patrol officers.

Leaving Hailey to take care of Jay, he gets up and drags the prisoner he’d all but forgotten about over to them.

“Take him back to the twenty first.” he says quietly. “Someone will be there before long.”

“Is he -” one of the officers starts but cuts off as his partner elbows him. “Yes sir.”

They hurry off and he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Jay?”

Adam turns back to see Hailey pushing her husband back, trying to look at his face.

“What’s wrong?” Adam asks, hurrying back toward them.

“The epinephrine is wearing off.” she says, sounding scared. “There’s a second injector in the center console of the truck. Can you get it?”

He nods, changing direction and sprinting for the truck.

“5021 Ida. Need an ETA on that bus.”

“Five minutes.”

“Tell them to step on it.” he snaps as he opens the passenger door and dives over the seat to get to the center console. “Epipen just started to wear off. Administering a second one but we need paramedics on hand before that wears off too.”

He grabs the small device and hurries back to Hailey and Jay whose breathing already sounds worse than before the firs injection.

Hailey takes it from him, not hesitating to ram it into Jay’s other leg.

He’s leaned forward, his weight resting entirely on her but his extremities still twitch as the needle enters his body.

The effect is slower this time but his breathing starts to ease again.

“We don’t have long before that one wears off too.” she says, stroking her fingers through Jay’s hair.

“I told them to step on it while I was grabbing the second pen.” Adam tells her. “Any second now.”

The rest of the team shows up but they both ignore them, focused entirely on Jay’s breathing, on praying that he keeps breathing.

The paramedics have to push Adam aside before the pair realizes that the ambulance is here and then they are quick to help lever Jay up onto the stretcher.

An oxygen mask is placed over his face, an IV quickly established and medication pushed.

He’s motionless, both eyes closed and Adam would think he was unconscious were it not for the tight grip that he still has on Hailey’s hand.

She’s managing to stay out of the paramedics’ way while still keeping hold of his hand, stroking his hair and whispering quietly in his ear.

And then the group is in the back of the ambulance and it’s pulling away, leaving Adam alone with the rest of the team.

“What happened?” Voight demands. “Carlton do something?”

“The bee just stung him.” Adam says, staring unseeing past his boss. “He was trying to avoid it and I was making fun of him, I… I didn’t know he was allergic, I swear.”

“Adam.” Voight says, his tone softer. “Making fun of him didn’t make it sting him. What happened next?”

“He was crazy calm at first.” Adam says. “Telling me to call for an ambulance and then radioing Hailey. But by the end of his second message to her he was coughing, struggling to get words out. And then he just went down. And there was nothing I could do but sit there with him, talking to him and encouraging him to keep breathing until she got here.”

“The Epipen wore off?” Kevin asks.

“Yeah.” Adam confirms. “It helped for a minute and then he just went downhill again. We got the second dose in him but… holy shit.”

“He’ll be okay.” Kim tells him. “Hailey’s with him.”

Adam nods, still kind of out of it.

“Kim, why don’t you take Adam to Med with you. Kev, you mind driving Jay’s truck?” Voight says.

The two must agree because soon enough, Kim is leading him away from the scene.

“What about the case?” he mumbles.

“Let’s make sure Halstead is okay first.” Voight says. “Carlton isn’t going anywhere.”

Hailey is prepared to fight anyone who asks her to step out but Ethan doesn’t say anything, just moving around her as needed.

It doesn’t take them long to get the reaction under control and soon Jay is sleeping peacefully. He still has a full oxygen mask over his face but he isn’t fighting for every breath anymore.

“I updated the team.” Will says quietly as he steps back into the room. “Most of them had to head out, get back to the case, but Adam is in the hallway. I think he needs to see him.”

“He can come in.” she says without looking away from her husband’s pale face.

Adam doesn’t stay long, resting his hand briefly on Jay’s chest to feel the steady heart beat and respirations before ducking out of the room.

Another day Hailey might have tried to stop him but she can’t seem to take her eyes off Jay.

“I have to warn you about something.” Will says quietly and she just nods. “Jay has a pretty strong history of biphasic reactions.”

“Of what?” she asks, finally glancing over at him.

“A second reaction, hours after the first with no additional exposure to the allergen.” Will explains. “It’s actually fairly rare but I don’t think Jay’s ever been stung without having one.”

“So he’s going to go through all of this again?” she demands.

“Almost guaranteed.” Will says. “But we’re expecting it. We’re ready for it and we’ll get it under control as quickly as we can.”

“And there’s nothing you can do to prevent it?” she asks.

“Just keep him here under observation for twenty four hours.” he says.

“Well good thing he’s sleeping then.” she says, shaking her head. “Because otherwise he would be demanding to leave already.”

Will huffs a laugh at that and she looks over with a small grin.

“At least we know it’s coming.” he says after a minute. “The first time he got stung they got everything under control and then watched him for about an hour before sending him home. Mom always used to say she had two heart attacks in one day.”

“How old was he?” Hailey asks.

“Three.” Will tells her. “It’s actually one of my earliest memories. Him getting stung and the first reaction is pretty vivid but it’s later that night that really stuck for me.”

She doesn’t say anything and he continues.

“He was sleeping then too.” he says, and she watches him trail his fingers over his brother’s arm. “We got home and he was so tired but he wouldn’t let mom put him to bed, just clung to her so eventually she ended up spending the evening on the couch with him lying on her chest. Around nine or so she took him up to his room and was trying to coax him into bed when he started coughing again. She shouted for my dad and they rushed us into the car and back to the hospital.”

“That sounds terrifying.” Hailey says.

“Yeah.” he agrees. “The time when he was thirteen was a lot better.”

“Why?” she asks.

“Some doctor tried to send us home.” Will tells her. “Kept promising mom that he didn’t need to be observed for the full recommended twenty four hours and that he was sure nothing would happen. But Mama Bear wasn’t having it. Sure enough, two hours later his throat starts closing up again. The poor idiot was so sure she was going to sue him.”

“Not mom’s style.” Jay says slowly without opening his eyes. “Made a... big show... of ... considering it ... though.”

Hailey giggles.

“The more I hear about her the more I wish I’d gotten the chance to meet her.” she says sadly.

Silence falls over the room, all three of them wishing they’d had more time with the Halstead matriarch.

“How do you feel, bud?” Will asks after a moment.

“Tired.” Jay says. “Hate this.”

“Yeah.” Will soothes. “Hate to be that guy but you’ve got the biphasic to look forward to still. Why don’t you try to rest?”

Jay nods, squeezing Hailey’s hand.

“Thanks... for ... coming ... to get me.” he says.

She kisses his forehead.

“Always.” she promises. “Sleep. I’ll be here.”

And with that he slips back into a deep sleep and she sits back.

It’s been a terrifying day and it doesn’t sound like it’s over just yet but she’ll be here and they’ll get through it together.

[doodlo-design-studio]

The Biggest Web Development Trends Shaping the Future

If there’s one thing we’ve witnessed in all these years as a web development agency, is that this industry never stands still, there are constant changes every now and then. Just when you think you’ve mastered a technology, something new emerges, flipping the game on its head. 

It's exciting and, let's face it, a little stressful! However, it has become essential for businesses to stay on the forefront.

We often wonder what will happen as we progress with AI and which factors will shape the future, how we create, use, and perceive the web in the coming months.

Let’s look at some trends which will influence web development this year, based on our careful observation of recent developments.

1. AI Chatbots - The Smarter Customer Support

I still remember my first encounter with a chatbot years ago. It was clunky, slow, and more frustrating than helpful. But, talking about today, AI-powered chatbots have flipped into near-human digital assistants. Thanks to advancements in large language models, chatbots are now capable of handling complex conversations, solving customer issues instantly, and even learning from interactions. The global chatbot market is expected to reach $46.64 billion by 2030.

For businesses, this means reduced costs and 24/7 customer engagement. For a web development agency like us, it’s an opportunity to build smarter, more intuitive systems. Integrating AI-driven chatbots into websites is no longer a luxury, it’s a necessity.

2. Voice Search & VUI: The Future is Spoken

A few years ago, talking to our devices felt futuristic. Now, it’s second nature. Whether it's asking Alexa for the weather or using Google Assistant to send a text, voice user interfaces (VUI) are becoming essential. Over 1 billion voice searches are conducted each month.

Statista predicts that the voice recognition market will grow exponentially, and developers must optimize websites for voice search. That means shifting from traditional keyword based SEO to natural language processing (NLP). Users are asking full questions, not just typing fragmented keywords. If we don’t adapt, we risk getting left behind.

3. Low-Code and No-Code Platforms: Speeding Up Development

Well, it was evident earlier that coding was an exclusive skill, something only hardcore developers could do. But the rise of low-code and no-code tools is changing the game. Platforms like Webflow, Bubble, and Adalo allow businesses to build functional websites and apps without writing a single line of code. By 2025, 70% of new applications developed by organizations will use low-code or no-code technologies, up from less than 25% in 2020.

Does this mean developers are out of a job? Not at all. Instead, it means we can work smarter, automating repetitive tasks and focusing on complex, high-value projects. Low-code tools are democratizing web development, making technology accessible to more people while still leaving room for advanced customization.

4. Static Site Generators - Performance and Security First

Unlike dynamic websites that fetch content from a database, static site generators like Jekyll and Hugo pre-generate pages, making them incredibly fast and secure.

For businesses looking to improve SEO and loading times, static sites are a great option. Plus, with APIs and headless CMS options, we can still add dynamic elements without compromising performance. 

5. AI-Powered Web Development - Automating the Process

If 2023 was the year of ChatGPT, then 2025 is the year AI starts writing code alongside us. Tools like GitHub Copilot and Tabnine are helping developers write better code faster, suggesting functions, debugging errors, and even generating entire components.

While some fear AI will replace developers, to be honest, it’s an assistant, not a replacement. AI can handle repetitive tasks, allowing us to focus on problem-solving and creative aspects of development. Embracing AI isn’t just an option, it’s the way forward.

6. The Rise of Augmented Reality (AR) on the Web

We’ve seen AR revolutionize gaming (hello, Pokémon Go), but now it’s making its way into web development. Imagine shopping online and being able to place furniture in your living room before buying it or trying on clothes virtually.

With WebXR and AR-enabled browsers, developers can create immersive experiences that go beyond traditional 2D interfaces. This isn’t just a trend, it’s a complete shift in how users interact with websites. AR revenue is projected to exceed $50 billion by 2027.

7. Internet of Things (IoT): Web Development Meets Smart Devices

The world is more connected than ever, and IoT is at the heart of it. From smart thermostats to wearable fitness trackers, everyday objects are now internet-enabled. But what does this mean for web developers? 

We’re now tasked with building web applications that can communicate with IoT devices, process their data in real-time, and present it in a meaningful way. APIs like Xively and BugLabs are making this integration smoother, and the demand for web developers with IoT expertise is only growing.

8. Yarn Package Manager - A New Era of Dependency Management

If you’ve ever been frustrated by dependency issues in JavaScript projects, you’re not alone. That’s why I’m excited about Yarn. Developed by Meta, Yarn is designed to be faster, more secure, and more reliable than traditional package managers like NPM.

Therefore, by using lockfiles to ensure consistent versions across all development environments, Yarn eliminates the infamous “works on my machine” problem. It’s gaining traction fast, and I expect more developers to make the switch in 2025.

9. Motion UI - Enhancing User Experience with Animation

Users today expect more than just static pages, they want smooth, interactive experiences. Motion UI is becoming a key trend in web design, with CSS and JavaScript libraries making it easier to add dynamic animations and transitions.

Subtle hover effects, loading animations, and page transitions make a website feel more polished and engaging. But there’s a fine line between enhancement and overload, too much animation can slow down a site. Striking the right balance is what makes great UI design stand out.

10. Serverless Architecture - Scaling Without the Hassle

Managing servers used to be one of the biggest headaches in web development. Enter serverless architecture, where developers can run applications without worrying about infrastructure.

Platforms like AWS Lambda, Google Cloud Functions, and Azure Functions allow code to execute in response to events, scaling automatically based on demand. This not only cuts down costs but also improves efficiency. For startups and enterprises alike, serverless is a game-changer.

The Future Is Unwritten

If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that web development will continue to evolve. The technologies and tools we rely on today may look completely different a few years from now. But at the core of it all, the fundamentals remain the same, problem-solving, creativity, and adaptability.

So, whether you’re an experienced developer or just starting out, stay curious. Experiment with new technologies. Keep learning, because the future of web development isn’t just something we observe, it’s something we build.

Are you ready to embrace the changes coming in 2025? Let’s code the future together.

[artist-issues]

Hi, maybe I'm late but I love Disney movies and I enjoy writing about them so here:

Think of a movie as a big, carefully constructed spotlight made to shine on an important Idea. Cinderella 2015 was a good Live Action Remake because it took the spotlight that Cinderella 1950 was and it fine-tuned it. It moved some unnecessary set pieces around so that the light was clearer and brighter; it blew some dust off the lens and made the set around the Idea deeper and richer. The Idea it shone on was easier for modern audiences to see thanks to a fine-tuned spotlight.

It did not change the original Idea. And it did not move set pieces that were totally essential to the original Idea. It kept the Idea, and it kept the best tools to point to that Idea.

Other Live Action Remakes don't do that. Instead of a careful, clear light that does its job and enhances the beauty of the Idea it's supposed to shine on, they change it to a HOT ORANGE LIGHT WITH GLITTER AND CLOUDS THROWN IN. So then the true and beautiful Idea is completely lost in all the ugly vapor, if the light was ever even shining on it.

Because some Live Action Remakes don't even shine a spotlight on the same Idea. They try and point at six or seven ones, or one terrible New Idea.

It's like...this is a spotlight you're supposed to be fine-tuning, not a match you can use to set the original Idea on fire with.

More specific appreciation and analysis things below the cut!

Cinderella's Important Idea is "have faith and your dreams will come true." So Cinderella 2015 fine-tuned the spotlight of the story to enhance that Idea: "have faith in courage and kindness and your dreams will come true."

Set Pieces from the Original that it Moves Around for Clarity:

The Mice - in the cartoon, the mice get lots of screen time, running from Lucifer the cat and singing in high-pitched voices. Cinderella 2015 doesn't take the mice out (because it was always important that a girl who is dead-tired from serving her stepfamily all day still take time to care for the lowest creatures) but it does lessen their screen time. They still get to help Cinderella as a direct reward for her kindness by the end, though, and they even become one of the arguments for why Cinderella makes a good Queen: she's already been responsibly taking care of subjects who supposedly had no chance of giving her anything in return. In the meantime, that screen time was redistributed to Cinderella and the Prince so that their characters could be explored.

The Parents - Cinderella's mother is barely mentioned in the original and so is the father. It's enough that the audience knows she loved them and they loved her. In Cinderella 2015, it's Ella's parents who teach her who she is before they die: they tell her that kindness is a power she has and should always stick to; they tell her courage and kindness will carry her through all life's trials. Therefore, when the Stepmother tries to re-name Ella and reduce her to a servant girl and even lock her up like a prisoner, Ella knows she's actually free: free to keep loving, and that's something they can never be. 2015 gives more time to the parents, but only so that they can clarify what makes Cinderella who she is.

The Fairy Godmother - Very little change. Cinderella's original Fairy Godmother appears when she's losing her faith and tells her "nonsense child! If you'd lost all your faith, I couldn't be here" meaning Cinderella's faith is what is being rewarded in the Bibbidi Boppity Boo sequence. 2015 just expands on that: Ella is still losing her faith, but the Fairy Godmother interrupts her despair to ask for milk, and Cinderella instantly puts aside her own troubles to be kind and serve the Fairy Godmother. Then the Godmother reminds Ella that kindness is everything, and rewards her with the transformation sequence again. Just a little set piece deepening, not really a change, when you connect the original's first lines of dialogue with the remake.

The Prince - Oh hurray, the Prince. The best-maneuvered set-piece change in 2015's version. The Prince and Ella don't get to meet until the ball in the original, where he's taken by her beauty, and they talk and fall in love. In 2015, he meets her before she's beautified--specifically because she's urging him to be kind to a stag they're hunting, and he's courageous enough to help her and agree even though it's against court rules. Courage and kindness. The Idea of the movie. So their relationship is suddenly built on the fact that they have the same mind and heart about this philosophy: "having courage and being kind will see you through all life's trials." They didn't have to change much--the Prince was kind and good to her in the original at the ball, and the same is true in this remake--they just deepened him without going too far and taking focus off of the Idea.

The King - In the original, the King is a comedic character who is desperate for his son to fall in love so he can have grandkids before he dies. He's got bad blood pressure. But in this movie, his bad blood pressure is expanded on to be a terminal illness--he's struggling with fear that his son and kingdom won't be safe when he's gone unless his son marries for advantage. This gives the Prince a counterbalance; with inspiration from Cinderella, he sees that his father is not being courageous, and he chooses to marry for love instead. They made a big change to this set piece, from funny to sort of tragic, but it still works, because a funny King was not essential to the original Idea. A tragic King can be.

The Stepmother - The stepmother's not much changed. In the original she's cruel because she is jealous of Cinderella for her daughter's sake; Anastasia and Drizella are ugly. In 2014, that's still the case--but they're ugly on the inside, while Ella is beautiful through and through. This deepens the Stepmother; she actually explains that she lost faith in the Idea of the movie a long time ago. She thinks the whole world is cruel. She views Ella not as a new daughter to love, but as a cheap taunt from a world that takes and takes and never gives. She doesn't believe kindness and courage will get you anything--"For everything you must pay, pay!" This way the villainess is in deeper, more direct opposition with the Idea. She hasn't moved inside the spotlight. She's just deeper, without going too far.

Ella Dancing in the Attic - Biggest thematic change, but the most important, I think. In the original, Cinderella is locked in the attic and cries brokenheartedly, leading the Stepmother to smile in triumph. Then the mice reward her lifelong commitment to kindness by freeing her while she shouts advice through the keyhole. In 2015, she doesn't need to shout through the keyhole and give them advice. She just needs to keep on doing what she's been doing--having faith in courage and kindness. Instead of crying and giving the Stepmother the satisfaction of breaking that faith, Cinderella's broken nothing; she's singing. Because even if her body's trapped, she's still free to have courage and be kind. And the mice open the window without her advice. And her calm, faithfully courageous singing is what leads to her rescue as surely as her kindness to the mice. The Prince hears that and the Stepmother is defeated--not by Cinderella's cunning or speed running down the stairs with a glass slipper, but by her faithfulness to courage and kindness. The Idea. A big change, when you think about character "action:" but still one that's true to who Cinderella is.

There ya go. That's why I think Cinderella 2015 works and the others don't.

The other Live Action Remakes move the spotlight onto new things, like "Jasmine wants to be Sultan" instead of "Jasmine wants to be free like normal girls." That throws off the whole Idea of the Aladdin movie: "Trusting in the truth will set you free." If Jasmine wants to be Sultan and Aladdin supports that, then he doesn't feel the pressure of being Sultan while he continues his lies because hey Jasmine will take care of that, so then he doesn't decide to tell the truth, so then hero doesn't learn the lesson as impactfully and Jasmine is less relatable than her original counterpart.

Same with Beauty and the Beast. Same with Mulan. I could go on and on.

But Cinderella 2015 only moves and deepens what's necessary to move and deepen, instead of making reckless cuts and throwing flashy effects at everything. It gives audiences something new to look at--but at the same time, the truest parts of what they loved about the original are exactly the same.

Cinderella's still a character of amazing faith. That faith is still rewarded by the most compelling, charming magic sequence. The Stepmother still loses as a result of the faith in kindness. And love is still treated like something worth dreaming about. All of that is unchanged: it just has a deeper and clearer spotlight to appreciate it under.

Can someone write an analysis on why the only two that have been worth it were 2015 Cinderella and 2023 Little Mermaid, and why all the other remakes only ranged from okay to horribly bad? Like what is that about

[teyums]

Our Little Secret

pairing: adult!neteyam x fem na’vi reader

warnings: mdni 🔞 m receiving, sub neteyam bc yum, language, hair pulling, description of events. it’s smut, yk the rest wc: 2,062

“This-“ Neteyam swallows, quickly looking around to ensure the two of you are alone as his legs part to make room for your body. “This is a one time thing.” He breathes out in a hoarse voice. His nervous gaze only meeting your lust-filled one. You sink to your knees between his thighs, and his tongue instantly darts out to dampen his chapped lips while his amber eyes trail the hand that caresses down his tensed abdomen, all the way to his loincloth. Your hand.

The corner of your lip turns up into a small smirk, and you shake your head with an expression he knows all too well. You don’t believe him, and he’s not too sure he does either. “Isn’t that what you said last time, Nete?” You coo sweetly, fingers breaking past the hem of the sparse fabric around his waist.

His lips split to speak, quick to defend what he hopes he’ll stand firm on. And you take note of the way his chest stutters out an empty answer when you tug his tweng loose, as if access to his body was your birthright.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell.” You reassure him with promise. “It’ll be our little secret.”

His length springs out from its restraint, buoyantly slapping against his stomach from the force of your movements, making him jump in surprise. A smile overtakes your lips, and you respond by splaying your soft hands over his tensed thighs, tenderly rubbing the muscle there to calm his nerves. Even he was surprised with how hard he was.

You found his timidity adorable. A strikingly gorgeous man, deliciously tall in height with broad shoulders resembling that of an immovable wall. With a jaw so chiseled it could cut glass, not to mention an extensively muscular build and abs the Gods must have carved themselves. Who knew the son of Olo’eyktan, whom literally every girl in the clan sought after, was so inexperienced when it came to being pleasured by a woman?

You absolutely loved it. And you take pride in the fact that you’re the only one who’s been able to reduce the mighty warrior to mere putty in your hands.

But he can’t help it. Not when he’s silently pined after you for so long. Too nervous to court you or make a move, constantly hiding behind the excuse that his training would get in the way. Surely his responsibilities would leave him far too busy to even think of messing around with a girl.

Neteyam tried to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind, he really did. He’d never felt the urge to reciprocate any attention the other women in the clan would show him. Accepting their courting gifts only out of obligation for the clan’s customs— respectfully, of course.

So when that bubbly feeling would return every time he’d watch your hips sway as you pranced through the village, he’d push it down and tell himself it must have been something he ate, though he knew there was a never a change in diet.

And you saw right through his facade, if the long glances searing through your skull everyday at meal time were anything to go by. You’d caught him a few times, eyes flitting up to see his already on you. A grin and a small wave was all it took to have him blushing like a schoolboy, his head dropping down in an instant. He silently prayed his braids blocked the boyish beam that spread like fire on his expression. They didn’t.

“Calm down, pretty boy. Just relax, okay?” You peer up at him through dense lashes, having to stop yourself from giggling at how quickly he flinches as your small fingers curl around his attention-hungry erection. He’s a bundle of nerves and all you can think about is how much fun you’ll have unwinding him.

“Then stop looking at me like tha-that.” He stutters through gritted teeth. One hand used to prop himself up, he brings the backside of the other up to his mouth, in a fist. He has to resist the intense urge to bite it in an effort to quiet the obscene noise he almost makes when your tongue flicks out to lick the pre-cum off his tip. He’s violet in the face, blushing that of something fierce as you keep eye contact with him through fluid movements.

Gentle strokes to his cock threaten to crumble his composure, your wrist curling in a half-circular motion that drives him wild. You use your thumb to brush the underside of his most sensitive area and a broken moan fights its way passed pursed lips, rumbling his chest as he tries his hardest not to curl inward, away from your touch.

Hell, he couldn’t even if he wanted to. Your other hand has an iron-clad grip on his hip because you already know how fidgety he gets, and he feels way too damn good right now to tell you to stop.

You’re teasing him on purpose and he can tell. He’s only done this with you once before, yet you already know how to touch him, how fast to stroke him, how hard. He’s dumbfounded, and honestly a bit embarrassed at how reactive he is to your minuscule touches. You’ve barely gotten started. Why the hell doesn’t it feel like this when he does it himself?

He watches you with slightly widened eyes, and you can’t really tell if the look in them is one of astonishment at how quickly you can have him writhing, or fear due to how easily you can do so. Probably a mix of both.

After a few more kitten licks to the throbbing appendage, you can’t stand to hear his whining without feeling bad for him. Your wet lips spread around the head of his cock, cheeks hollowing out so the inside of your mouth drags against his skin.

Your mouth is so warm his eyes nearly roll back, he had no idea this would feel even better than the first time. His balls tense the second you close your mouth around him and you can tell he stopped himself from cumming right then and there.

His mind is sent into a haze instantly, and slowly you lower your head, taking as much of him in your mouth as you possibly can. He’s big, you can’t lie. Having him only a little over halfway into your mouth and you can already feel your eyes watering.

Your hand takes the rest of what you can’t, and it moves in sync with the bobbing of your head. He sighs and let’s his head dip back when you take his length into your throat, eyes pinching shut while his hands ball into tight fists at his sides— a method to keep himself in control, a futile one, at that.

His breathing is shallow but it only makes you pull your cheeks in harder, increasing the suction of your sucking as well as the speed. You’re determined to make a mess out of him, and neither of you had the mind to care if anyone heard the indecent squelching noises your wet mouth made along his dick.

He’s holding back, and you can tell. Neteyam has always been shy and reserved, even when he was younger he often stopped himself from having as much fun as his friends did. So it’s no shock that even now, while the two of you are alone, he’s still won’t let himself relax fully.

You pull off him with a audible pop, and his head instantly snaps back up at the sudden loss of contact. Spit pools in your mouth before it dribbles down your puckered lips and onto his swollen tip, and you smile up at him when he mewls for you to keep going.

Your gaze is sweltering. Your eyes have such a hold on him that he can’t help but stare right back at you, face flustered and all.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Neteyam?” The question comes with an almost taunting tilt of your head, but you continue to jerk him off nonetheless. Blinking up at him as if you’re unaware of how difficult it is for him to form words while he’s trying to focus on not covering your face in a sheet of white.

He gulps, nodding his head, and an impatient shift of his hips follows afterwards. “Yes, yes, I’m whatever you want me to be,” He forces out in one fast breath, his leg jerking slightly at the feeling of your fingers brushing lower near his base. “Please, just keep going.”

You hum, the sound of it indicating that you’re not convinced. You dip your head down, leisurely dragging the flat of your tongue against his balls in a derisively slow manner that has him groaning, and an open-mouthed kiss is set upon one of them before you’re stating your demand. “Then let me hear you.”

“Oh fuck,” He chokes out almost instantly at the new feeling, basically bucking his hips up into your hand at this point. You purr in approval and engulf his shaft back into your mouth, reveling in the throaty moans that waft from his trembling lips. They’re laced with need and music to your ears.

If your mouth wasn’t full of him, you would’ve gasped when he suddenly grabbed onto a handful of your hair with a firm hold. Actively surrendering to the fight against his own pleasure, he lets out a wanton moan and a string of curses as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. His movements urgent, no set pace as he chases the orgasm he can feel brewing in the pit of his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” He pants out in response to the sound of you gagging due to how deep he’s forcing his cock, though the increased force of his movements heavily contradict the genuine remorse in his voice. He’s so greedy with you, but plunging his length into the back of your throat feels too good for him to try and reason with himself.

You halt your movements and let him do the work, seeing as he’s enjoying himself so much. The sting of your scalp should probably concern you, but it only makes your thighs rub together and your core tingle with a newfound need that would later be quelled with his assistance.

“F-fuck baby, your throat feels so damn good,” He grunts, both of his hands cradling your head now as he uses your mouth to his satisfaction. One of your hands drop down to rub quick circles over your clothed pussy, anything to soothe the ache of your desperate walls fluttering.

The noises flowing so freely from the man above only rile you up more, and you’re eager to make him cum so he can hurry up and fuck you. You can’t help but moan around him, and the muffled vibration against his length is all that’s needed to send him over the edge.

There isn’t enough time to warn you before your mouth floods with a wave of white, and his chest heaves from his weighted breaths as he empties his hot seed directly down your throat. You swallow as fast as you can, struggling to keep up with the hot spurts that shoot out and coat your tongue. He’s never came this much before, that he’s sure of.

Your squeal of surprise is stifled when his hands push your head down as far as it can go, the tip of your nose ghosting the skin of his pelvis while his hips sputter out short, sporadic thrusts to ensure you take every drop of him. Blinded by his own surge of ecstasy, he quickly comes to when a choked cough forces its way from your chest, causing his own cum to leak out past your lips and down onto his balls.

“Sh-shit,” He huffs, hands immediately releasing their hold as he lets you come up for air, while he too is struggling to catch his breath. You gasp and reel back, lips swollen and coated with a mix of your saliva and his seed. He watches with a dazed look in his eyes when you clean them off with a quick swipe of your tongue, only for you to swoop down and languidly lick what you couldn’t swallow off his heated skin.

“Still a one time thing?” Your question is a whisper with a tone so sultry it makes him growl. And in a second he’s reaching down to grab your forearm, roughly yanking you up and into his lap to prove that it definitely isn’t, because answering with words simply wouldn’t have gotten the point across.

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[grailfinders]

Grailfinders Viewers' Choice #15: V1

today on Grailfinders it’s our first Viewers’ Choice build in Pathfinder 2e, V1 from Ultrakill! the long and short is: he robot, he go to hell, he shoot everything there. he’s like the Doomguy, if the Doomguy ate hell as he went. or if the Doomguy had an official dakimakura of him in a schoolgirl’s uniform.

yeah, Ultrakill gets weird at times. anyways, V1’s a Pistolero Gunslinger to pull of sick trickshots with his pistol, but he’s also getting the Sterling Dynamo dedication to pick up some extra literal arms from his brother and he’s an Occult Witch to pick up some figurative arms from hell.

check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Ancestry & Background

unlike wotc, Paizo realized that there’s more than one kind of robot in the world, so we actually have some choice this time around. that being said, we’re making V1 an Automaton, both for its combat capabilities and because it too is the last vestiges of a dying civilization. You get a stat boost in Strength and one ability of your choice like Dexterity, and you also gain access to Low-Light Vision. as Something Wicked taught us many painful times, V1 does not have true darkvision. because of your Automaton Core, you’re not really a construct, and can be healed and damaged like a normal humanoid. while that removes some resistances and immunities, it also means you won’t instantly die at 0 HP, so checks and balances.

on the plus side, you still have a Constructed Body, so you don’t need to eat, drink, or sleep. you still need to take a long rest, but you’re not unconscious for the 2 hours it takes. really frees up the ol’ calendar for some speedrun practice.

while your punches are pretty powerful, this is a first-person shooter, so you’re starting off as a Sharpshooter Automaton. this gives you the Automaton Aim action, reducing the accuracy penalty for firing your gun at a longer range. trust me, nobody wants to be up close and personal with a Sisyphean Insurrectionist.

if you do fight in close quarters, you’re going to want something better than a regular old fist to fight with, right? the Automaton Armament you get gives you a Claw attack, dealing slashing damage and using your dexterity to aim.

at level 5, your Arcane Safeguards let you Resist Magic as a reaction, adding +1 to your save against a spell, and also increasing the odds of a critical success against arcane spells. most of your adventure is in hell, so failing against a plane shift would be really awkward.

at level 9 your wings finally do something, thanks to Arcane Propulsion. once a day, you can fly for up to five minutes. I know you technically can’t fly in Ultrakill, but have you seen some of those speedruns? you can fly enough.

at level 13 you get a Rain of Bolts, letting you fire shrapnel in either a cone or in a circle around you once per day. man, that minigun has a worse recharge time than I remembered…

at level 17 your Astral Blink gives you sick gamer reflexes, so you can Dimension Door once an hour at 4th level. grappling hooks- always cool.

oh, and of course you’re a Warrior. not much else for a literal killing machine to be, really. boosts to Constitution and Dexterity, training in Intimidation, and the Intimidating Glare feat. I don’t think V1 even has a mouth, so this’ll help a lot.

Levels

1. okay, first up the proficiencies: trained in Will saves and Class DCs, Unarmed, Simple, and Martial attacks, as well as Unarmored, Light, and Medium defense. you start off trained in Occultism, Acrobatics and Religion to fight demons and know what you’re fighting, and as you level up your intelligence you get training in Athletics, Arcana, Medicine, and Diplomacy. you’re an expert in Perception, Fortitude and Reflex saves, as well as Simple and Martial firearms and crossbows. we’d prefer firearms, but if you gotta fit in, you gotta fit in.

as for your actual level, your Key Ability as a gunslinger is Dexterity. you also get an Ability Boost off the bat for some more Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Intelligence. be prepared for 0 boosts to Charisma, V1 just straight-up does not talk.

if you get attacked, you can Hit the Dirt! and leap out of the way, giving you a bonus to your AC and knocking you prone when you land. that’s a combat slide baby!

you’re also trained in the Way of the Pistolero, training you in Deception (though I still want to use Intimidation as the way skill), and giving you a Raconteur’s Reload. that means you can demoralize or create a diversion and reload in the same action!

you can also move Ten Paces as a free action when combat starts. you get a plus 2 to the initiative roll, and you can draw your pistol at the same time. you can also step up to 10’ away as a free action at the start of your first turn.

your Singular Expertise gives you a +1 bonus to all damage from firearms and crossbows, at the cost of reducing your proficiency with other weapons. they’re all trained, and they can’t be improved until your gun skills do. it’s not a huge deal since you don’t use that many regular weapons anyway, but it’s something to keep in mind if you intend to modify this build at home.

2. a level 2 you can make a timely Pistol Twirl as an action to feint an opponent nearby. if you succeed they’re flat-footed against your ranged and melee attacks, if you critically fail, you’re flat-footed against all their attacks. it’s not quite a charged shot, but you’re more likely to get a critical hit, so I’ll count it.

you can also Cat Fall, reducing all your falling damage. I don’t think Ultrakill even has fall damage, right? Either you live or you don’t.

I guess we’re facing off against V2 now, since you’re already getting your Sterling Dynamo dedication. with this, you can replace a limb or add a new one, though you can’t get an extra hand this way. yes, sadly we won’t be quadruple-wielding this build. I know, now it’s unplayable.

the good news is that it’s silver, so it deals extra damage against devils, and the Power Driver Dynamo you get deals more damage (a d8) than your stock hand while also shoving creatures around. You have to keep a hand free to use this, but you’re not really getting any two-handed weapons anyway. The one other downside is you need to keep the whole thing wound up, spending a minute to wind it for the next 24 hours. this doesn’t sound bad, but enemies can disable the thing to cut down the timer, and later you’ll get abilities that spend windup time. there’s a reason most of your fights only last a few minutes.

3. at third level you become Fleet, giving you an extra 5’ of movement speed. it’s no monk movement, but that does speed you up enough to change your leap to a max of 15’ in a go. you’re also better at Occultism now. it’s not useful yet, but you need to know a lot about hell in order to get down there. without dying, I mean. getting to hell is real easy if you don’t mind being stuck down there.

you’re also Stubborn, improving your Will Saves and you can save more often against being controlled. I doubt there’s that many people in hell with 1337 hacker skillz, but it’s better safe than sorry, y’know?

4. at level four you kind of get your shotgun, allowing you to perform a Black Powder Boost. Whenever you leap, you can spend some ammo to go an extra 10’. so yes, now you can move as much as most player characters can in an action as a reaction. you’re not super-fast, but god are you hard to pin down.

when you land without taking damage, you can make a Rolling Landing as a reaction to step away from your landing point. this will also improve as your acrobatics does- as an expert you can stride up to half your speed, as a master you can move at full speed, and as a legend you don’t trigger reactions.

finally, you tinker around with v2’s arm a bit to make it a Modular Dynamo. I’m sure he won’t mind. now you can swap your power driver for Entangling Barbs or vice-versa as an action, giving you a short-range grappling hook for enemies. we’ll get the real one later, don’t worry.

5. at level five you get another Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Intelligence. your Gunslinger Weapon Mastery bumps up your proficiency with all your weapons, and you’re an expert in Acrobatics for better movement tech.

6. at level six we finally get a shotgun proper thanks to Scatter Blast. I mean you can always just buy a shotgun (and you need to for this action to work) but now it’s Ultrakill-tier, with a longer range and a wider scatter shot. it even explodes now! directly on you, with a critical failure! this is why most people don’t punch their own guns.

you become an Underwater Marauder, preventing you from being flat-footed while swimming, and you can use your fists without penalty. hey, the water level’s going to happen eventually, might as well prepare for it.

you can also Piston Punch with v2’s arm, attacking two creatures at the same time at the cost of two actions and an hour of winding.

7. at level seven you can Skitter while prone, crawling up to half your speed when you move. it’s hard to match Ultrakill’s movement in a turn-based game, but at least you can slide around wherever you want now.

you’re also a master in Acrobatics now, giving you even more space to move around with, and your Vigilant Senses make you a master in Perception. finally, your Weapon Specialization adds extra damage to all the weapons you specialize in. currently, that’s a +3 to most firearms, and a +2 to your unarmed attacks.

8. at level eight you can Leap and Fire when you hit the dirt, letting you take a shot at whoever triggered the reaction mid-leap. this is about as close as we’re getting to a true parry system, but you deal more damage with your guns anyway, so… close enough.

we’re not done upgrading your reactionary dodges though, since with Kip Up you can stand from prone as a free action without triggering attacks. now you can finally boost dodge, something you could do since… the first level in-game. this is going a bit out of order, sorry about that.

we also finally get your Witch Dedication, which will let us start filling out the rest of your arsenal. we’re picking an Occult patron, since that’s probably what devils count as, right? At least I assume it’s some kind of devil leaving guns all over the place in hell…

you get trained in occult spellcasting, and you also get trained in Survival. to be honest, most of these skills aren’t really something we need for the build- turns out a silent murder machine isn’t that complicated. still, we had to pick something.

as a witch, you get a familiar, which is basically a living spellbook. they come packed with a couple cantrips, but you can only pick one per day, so we’re only going over one or two spells per level. Warp Step will greatly increase your speed, giving you an extra five feet of movement for a turn and letting you stride or fly twice as part of the two-action spell. if you’d rather focus on looking cool, Musical Accompaniment will give you that sweet sweet Ultrakill soundtrack in the background, giving you a +1 bonus to performance checks for a minute, and possibly some other checks as well, as deemed appropriate by your DM. all this comes at a cost to your stealth checks, which- yeah, duh. it’s hard to sneak with a boombox on your back

9. at ninth level your advanced deed, Pistolero’s Retort unlocks. with this, you can react to someone nearby critically failing an attack on you to take a shot on them. again, not quite a parry, but the spirit is there.

you also have Gunslinger Expertise, which does what you’d think, and you’re now a master in Occultism. we’re still not at the point where we can invade hell yet, but we’ll get something nice next level for your trouble.

10. finally, tenth level is here! bump up your Strength Dexterity Constitution and Intelligence again, then grab Deflecting Shot to parry a wider range of attacks- if a nearby ally would get hit, you can fire a shot to add 2 to their AC. and don’t worry, you’ll know if the +2 will make a difference, since you can use this after the attack is declared.

your sliding also gets boosted thanks to Nimble Crawl. Currently, it’s the same as skittering, but as you improve in acrobatics, you can crawl at full speed, and as a legend you won’t even be flat-footed, allowing you to finally have a proper shootout sliding around like a greased pig, just the way god intended.

you also get access to Basic Witch Casting, giving you one spell slot per day for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd level spells. Gravitational Pull is a first level spell that pulls a creature up to 20 feet closer to you if they fail a fortitude save, knocking them prone on a critical failure. sadly, this doesn’t pull you towards them on a success, but that would be cool, huh? you could also grab a Kinetic Ram to push creatures away from you like v2’s arm should.

for your second level spell, Inner Radiance Torrent is a must have for your railgun. you can spend two actions to two rounds on this spell, making it either a 60’ or 120’ line. if you spend two whole turns charging it up, you deal extra damage and irradiate yourself for a minute. you can also Shatter for your shotgun’s alt fire.

finally, your third level spells! Vampiric Touch is a must-have, finally letting you drink the blood of your enemies for healing! you deal negative damage to an enemy in melee range, gaining temporary HP out of the deal for 1 minute. you can also grab Ghostly Weapon to fight Mindflayers. I think they’re ghosts? I don’t know.

11. eleventh level gunslingers get Evasion, mastering your reflex saves and improving your successes with them. you can also Siphon Life by spending two actions now! I know you have to get dropped to 0 HP by a negative enemy first, but I mean. it’s hell. there’s going to be negative enemies there. and if you’ve managed to do a deathless run of Ultrakill so far, that’s as impressive as it is unlikely.

still, this means you can deal extra negative damage when you punch a living creature, forcing a fortitude save against them and healing you based on how much damage takes.

you’re also more Athletic now, congrats.

12. at level twelve, your Ricochet Shot finally lets you bounce a bullet off a coin to ignore cover. I know this is the second gun you get in the game, but to be fair you don’t have to buy it right away.

you can also Quick Jump, so now your black powder boosts can be added to your High and Long jumps as well, while also packaging everything into one action.

finally, you take a Basic Lesson in Witchcraft, learning the Lesson of Calamity. you learn the Stumbling Curse hex to mess around with your enemy’s movement via creative usage of grappling hooks, while your familiar learns Ill Omen. if their target fails a will save, they get disadvantage on at least one attack roll or skill check next turn. this way you can still mess around with the grappling hook, even if your enemy is too heavy to move that often.

13. at lucky level 13 you become a Gunslinging Legend, improving your training with all weapons once more. you also gain Medium Armor Expertise, improving your armor training. you’re also an expert in Intimidation now. I mean you can basically intimidate for free every time you reload, you might as well be good at it, right?

14. as a 14th level gunslinger you can perform a Dance of Thunder, spending all three of your actions to just viciously abuse the action economy. You can now step, strike a nearby enemy, and reload, repeating the three actions each time you successfully hit your target up to two more times. all this comes at the cost of making your fatigued for a minute afterwards, reducing your AC and saves, but it won’t matter much if your enemies are all dead, right?

you know what we need? better boosts. with Powerful Leap, your leaps can move five feet vertically, or an extra five feet horizontally. that means you can now move further than most people can move in an action as a reaction, shoot the guy who tried to attack you, and finish it all off standing. now I’m pretty confident we’re matching ultrakill in terms of movement. maybe not the weird momentum stuff, but we’ve still got six levels to go.

you also learn some Expert Witch Spellcasting, improving your occult spell training and giving you a fourth and fifth level spell now, with a sixth level spell to come. with your fourth level slot, we can finally use everyone’s favorite weapon, the drill! Dimension Anchor can keep an enemy from teleporting for up to an hour, but if you’d rather have a bunch of blood and damage the Vampiric Maiden can help out. it deals damage, gives you temporary HP, and can immobilize an enemy for a round.

for your fifth level spell, grab Repelling Pulse to really knock a creature around and deal damage at the same time.

15. another Ability Boost, this time into Strength, Dexterity, Intelligence, and Wisdom to shake things up. you also become a Titan Wrestler, allowing you to shove and grapple creatures up to two sizes larger. I’m pretty sure this means King Minos is still out of your weight class, but I’m sure we’ll figure out some way to parry him later.

you now have a Grim Swagger while wielding your gun, making an intimidation check against the will dcs of all creatures in 30’, frightening them or making them flee on a success. I know it’s tempting to use an Ultrakill meme for this, but fight the urge! you can do it, I believe in you.

you also have a Greater Weapon Specialization, and the greatest skill in Acrobatics. you now take no falling damage from any height, can move up to 30’ when you hit the ground without causing an attack, and you can slide around at full speed with no downside.

16. at level 16 you can parry ranged attacks with an Instant Return, catching a bullet out of the air and firing it back at the poor son of a bitch who tried to shoot you.

you’re also better with speed tech now thanks to Aerobatics Mastery helping you maneuver in flight.

you can also use Murksight to see through fog, mist, rain, and snow. you’re just as accurate in Wrath as you are anywhere else, and given how much blood you get on you on a daily basis, that probably counts as rain too.

you also get that sixth level spell slot I was talking about. Suspended Retribution lets you get a real counterattack off if you read your target right. You pick a specific trigger, and then for the next minute the target will take 70 points of damage whenever they activate the spell, though they can also waste a whole turn to remove it. either you restrict the enemy’s attack pattern, or you get a free turn. either way, a fun spell.

17. you’re now a Juggernaut, making you a master of Fortitude and improving your successful saves. robots! pretty tough. they should make armies out of the things.

your Shootists Edge makes you a master of your Class DC, and your mastered firearms can now completely ignore the range penalty when firing them. that’s the great thing about robot gunslingers- no breathing or heartbeats to affect their aim. you’re also Legendary in Occultism now- it’s a secret tool that’ll help us later.

18. it’s later! you now know Master Witch Spellcrafting, improving your spell power again and giving you a seventh level spell! there’s just one we want this time- the spell Plane Shift. Now you can finally invade hell, just like you always wanted! So I guess we haven’t played any of the game yet? Kind of makes sense, Hell is a tough place to invade. don’t ask where we got the arm though.

you can also use Bizarre Magic to make it harder for people to recognize or identify spells you cast. turns out, it’s hard to translate binary on the fly, who knew?

you can now Reach for the Stars when you use a black powder boost. for each dose of power or piece of ammunition spent, you can add another 10’ to your leap, up to five times in a single jump. that means you can leap up to 80’ as a reaction, changing direction with each piece of black powder used. now we have matched Ultrakill in terms of stupid momentum bullshit.

19. for your 19th level, your True Perception gives you a permanent True Seeing spell. now you see the world for what it truly is, a… visual novel? weird. you can get that thanks to your Incredible Senses making you legendary in perception. you also have Medium Armor Mastery, improving your armor training to master. you’re also a master in Intimidation now. I know this isn’t as ridiculous as last level, but I wanted you to have plenty of time to enjoy blowing yourself up.

20. finally, you hit level 20. you get one last Ability Boost in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, and Wisdom, and your Slinger’s Reflexes give you an extra reaction each turn for counterattacks.

now that you’ve filled out the in-game encyclopedia, you have Assured Identification, making it easier to identify magic. thank god.

one last thing before you go- you learn the Lesson of Death as your final witchy bonus. sure, the Curse of Death is cool, dealing tons of damage and killing an enemy in 3-4 rounds, but the real reason we’re here is so your familiar can learn Raise Dead, because Gabriel knows you aren’t getting through this game without it.

oh right, one last thing before the pros and cons- your eighth level spell, Devour Life. force a fortitude save on a target, dealing 60 negative damage and healing you for half that in real HP. excess is temporary, and if this takes a target to 0 HP they instantly die.  simple, effective, and very, very bloody.

Pros & Cons

Pros:

your positioning on the battlefield is super important in Pathfinder, and V1 is one of the best builds we’ve done to date when it comes to controlling his own position as well as his enemy’s. He’s relatively fast, can slide around and fly, and most importantly he can move reactively, which saves his actions for attacking while also giving him a better idea of where to move, and that’s all before we talk about how he can push and pull enemies like he’s taking their turns for them.

He’s also great at abusing the Action Economy, with Hit the Dirt effectively giving him an extra move and attack action from pretty early on in the build, plus his Dance of Thunder letting him take three turns in one go to cap off a fight.

a lot of times, damage focused characters have issues with longevity, especially when it comes to healing themselves. V1 does not have that problem, with his vampirism allowing him to patch himself up without losing out on damage.

Cons:

unlike Ultrakill, you have limited ammunition in Pathfinder. maybe. obviously it depends on your DM, but when you’re using five bullets per reaction they’re going to cut you off eventually. you also have limited ammo in terms of your spells- only having one slot per level seriously limits how often you can cast stuff.

you’re great in combat, but you’re practically a dead fish when it comes to socialization. you have almost no skills except for threatening people, and even then you have the lowest charisma score possible. there’s a reason you’re a silent protagonist. and alone.

a lot of your abilities don’t become useful right away. we barely use intimidation at all, and your occultism uses up a lot of skill improvements despite the fact that we use it for almost nothing beyond unlocking spells in the second half of the build.

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this is a personal af question that you do not need to answer publicly or at all esp. bc its for fanficish writing purposes but anyway so like how DO you, personally at least, deal with episodes of psychosis? because google tells me that the go to needs to be antipsychotics but 1. the context is a character who does not have regular access to them anyway 2. every one i have looked at has GOD AWFUL PERMANENT SIDE EFFECTS that seem to be almost guaranteed to happen? and my doctor oc would not subject that to anybody. the usual psychosis symptoms i write in my current rps are post-ictal and postpartum psychosis specifically because getting information about that from people who actually HAVE THE CONDITIONS is easy, and there seem to be other methods of dealing with them without antipsychotics (plus, you know, magic dnd for one, and pokemon psychic bs for the other) but finding information on how people with other forms of psychosis (in this case, schizotypal ftr) deal with it from their own perspective is almost impossible? it's ALL ableist bullshit from doctors which is why i am hesitant to trust the idea of "antipsychotics are the only way" :/ even reddit is not helpful here lol and i want to get this right? i know it's just tumblr rp/ao3 fanfic/discord rp that nobody important will read but me and my friends are trying to NOT be ableist shitbags on purpose you know?

Boy I really just don't answer tough asks over the winter months, huh.

I started keeping a closer eye on how media that I otherwise recommend depicts psychosis since getting this ask, and I'm disappointed to announce that over the last two months only two (2) pieces of media have been Normal About Psychosis.

So, the first thing to remember when writing a Psycho is: WE ARE WHOLE ASS ADULTS WITH ADULT BRAINS OKAY, we're not small children lost in a fantasy. We're not violent monsters out for blood. We are people who sometimes see, hear, etc things that aren't really there.

Writing a psychotic character competently isn't about curing them, or even about reducing their symptoms. It's about showing how they cope with those symptoms while carrying on with their daily lives.

I'm currently on the lowest possible dose of antipsychotic right now, and I will say two things about that. 1) the meds make reality checks and other coping skills MUCH more effective. 2) Even at a low dose, abstract and creative thinking are hindered. I don't feel hindered; but I have a 24 year long writing portfolio that says I sure as shit am hindered.

Whether a character will benefit from going on meds is going to be a balancing act. But since you aren't actually looking for meds advice, lets talk about those Other Coping Skills.

Broadly, I would split my skills into three categories: stuff for hallucinations, stuff for delusions, and stuff for dissociation.

So, first off, reality checking is my #1 go to for hallucinations.

You pick this skill up pretty quickly as a kid; everyone does. The difference being that where a non-psychotic person eventually gets to stop relying on others to tell them what is real, we get to keep on asking forever.

It's actually super exhausting to be in a crowded space because most of the nonverbal cues you come to rely on (eg, no one else flinched so that noise probably wasn't real) become INSTANTLY useless. Every noise, movement etc may of may not be real, and your only option is to either gauge other people's lack of reaction, or ask someone you trust for a reality check.

Sounds like an easy way for an abusive shit to control your entire life with no effort? It is!!

THAT'S WHY PSYCHOTIC PEOPLE ARE WAY MORE LIKELY TO BE ABUSED THAN THE GENERAL POPULATION.

Once you know if something is real or not, you can decide to ignore it. Like ignoring anything obtrusive, this is easier if you are in a good mood, physically comfortable, etc. An absurd amount of "coping with psychosis" is just constantly monitoring yourself and others to make sure you are reacting to the right things at the right volume.

Ignoring something that your brain insists is real and a threat is very tiring, so there's also a lot of sleeping.

Delusions are significantly harder to manage than hallucinations, IMO. Not just because, as a multiply marginalized person there are myriad ways that an ambiguous "them" is actually trying to ruin my life for real. Being on terror watchlists due to racism REALLY makes it IMPOSSIBLE to manage my paranoid delusions because some of the more insane shit is just real.

But there are other delusions that are easier to handle. Mostly, this comes down to self monitoring again. I can take an extra second to ask myself, "hang on, statistically speaking, how likely is it that this total stranger ACTUALLY wants to kill me?" The answer, of course, is "violent crime has been trending down for years, and everyone in this area thinks I'm white as long as I don't go outside during the summer, so I'm safe."

It's all about finding the information that helps keep you calm.

Because the absolute certainty that this is a murderer and you are walking into the slaughter will not go away. You just... take it on faith that this time will turn out as safely as the last 399 times.

It's just a shitload of observation, mimicry, and forcing myself to do things that feel dangerous by reminding myself that they aren't.

That shit sounds simple, but it's a CONSTANT fight; it never really gets easier, you just get used to it.

Which brings me back around to my meds again: I think I prefer it this way. My writing sucks, and I keep crying when I read it because it's wrong, it sounds like a field amputation. But god, I went to a cafe during the morning rush a few days ago, and the overload of noise and data only left me bedridden for ONE day. ONE!!! Not a WEEK!

Maybe losing my only art is okay in light of how much less bad things are.

Anyway, I can't remember the name of the 2014 short story about the One Person With Psychosis being wrongfully shunned by her colony because she doesn't feel affective empathy, in spite of her constant and perfectly reasoned moral code ensuring she is, if anything, the least dangerous person in town. I wish I could remember it!! It's a good example!!!

I haven't read it yet, but people I love and trust seem to generally agree that the psychosis in Harrow the Ninth is well written, too, so maybe check that out IDK

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heyy there!! can you do another part of the “reaction when you suck on their tongue but with Mikey, Rindou and mitsuya?

You have no idea how happy I am that my work's so well-received! So there's been more than one request for a part 2, but for different characters. This little dove, however, is the first one so I'll be doing this, then the other characters in later parts, alright? Alright.

Now *cracks knuckles* let's begin!

Reaction When You Suck on Their Tongue Part 2 (Sano Manjiro, Haitani Rindou & Mitsuya Takashi)

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro: (Bonten! Mikey)

You sure you don't need a chaser with that? Sanzu snickers from across you, pupils already blown wide from the pills he'd taken half an hour ago. The pure vodka sears your esophagus, a pool of liquid fire in your abdomen. Tears are springing up your eyes and you wince. Truly, it had been a horrible idea on your side to make bets with Sanzu, of all people. That man has had every drug imaginable enter his system and three overdoses later, is still standing. You should've known better than to order Spirytus, but Sanzu has a way of getting under anyone's skin, especially yours.

He knew you had more than several bones to pick with him after he coaxed Mikey into accepting a million-dollar drug deal with some shady Western cartel. Throughout Bonten's history, it was one of the more careless business trades you'd ever gone through, one that put Mikey in a precarious position. The cartel demanded Mikey's audience for the deal to be done, and while Sanzu reassured you that nothing would happen to their "King", that never stopped you from worrying your head off.

A part of you wanted the drugs and alcohol put him into a coma; you just had to hold your liquor until then. Yet this poisonous bastard is still standing, while you barely have the confidence to stand up straight. He's fucking crazy.

You eye the remaining shot glass. It's rim and ridges bounce the bright glow of the chandeliers above you, its crystal clear contents an elegant deception to those unaware. You suck air through your nose and grab it. Before you could down the last drink of your life, a slender hand slides to your shoulder.

You turn to face Mikey's lilac-rimmed gaze, the darkness swimming within sucking you in like a vacuum. Once he sees the flares of red across your cheeks and down your neck, his lips curl a little. Mikey hates alcohol with a passion; he told you early on that he abhorred its bitterness and how it hazed your mind.

Instantly, you cave under his disappointment, and none-too-gracefully drop your shot glass back on the counter. You barely had time to utter his name before he cups your cheek and kisses you. It's gentle, caring yet the pressure of his pecks stamp his dominance into your very soul.

He plunges his tongue into your booze-laced cavern, and you eagerly latch onto it like a hungry pup. He tasted of red bean paste, its sweetness a balm to your burning senses. He keeps a hand on your neck while you have your fill, biting your lower lip when you part.

You're panting, eyes glazed with wanton need. He strokes a thumb under your ear, and you smile.

You could drink all the alcohol you wanted, but nothing could make you drunker than Sano Manjiro's affection.

Haitani Rindou:

You frown to yourself as you waited outside the heavy steel gates of Roppongi's juvenile detention center. It's been six months since the Haitani brothers had been arrested because of Tenjiku. Along with the other Heavenly King named Mucho, they also scored a reduced sentence, and today will be their first taste of freedom in half a year.

You'd been forced to stay behind when the battle happened; Rindou told you that he didn't want to have to look after you while fighting. A cover-up for his worry, of course. The younger Haitani isn't known for being as emotionally apt as his older brother, yet somehow that rigidness of his is one of the things you love most about him. To this day, Ran still loves to give you both shit for it.

Rindou knew that you'd be pissed beyond belief once you got the news; he promised not to leave you alone again like last time. You didn't come to his trial nor see him when he got permitted for visitations. Ran is in a different cell, and he had nothing but time.

Of course, other than being absolutely furious with him, there were other reasons you couldn't come see your bone breaker of a boyfriend. With them detained, no one is left to defend their title as the Kings of Roppongi. No one except you, that is.

You're quite the force of nature yourself, even before meeting Ran and Rindou. Roppongi had been your stomping grounds since you were ten, and when they started making a name for themselves you refused to submit. Thinking back, it was quite a comical scene: a scruffy-looking little girl baring her teeth at two brothers who'd basically killed a man not too long ago. Despite how ruthless they truly are, they never stooped so low as to hit a girl, much less gang up on one to prove a point. Instead you became friends, and later on fell in love with the younger Haitani, and he with you. Together you ruled over Roppongi, and the rest is history.

So while your man stared at white walls in the slammer, you splattered blood across brick walls as warnings to those who thought they could conquer the city. All on your own, you reigned over Roppongi the entirety of their sentence, and now it's time for the kings to reclaim their throne.

You hear them before you see them; Ran's whimsical tones against Rindou's monotone rebuttals. They're wearing casual clothes instead of the jumpsuits, Ran's hair is in braids as always, but Rindou...

The extra inches of hair does something to you. It flowed around his face like a lion's mane, faded blue streaks shining in the noon sun. He's wearing contacts instead of his frames, and his jaw is sharper than you ever remembered it. Fresh out of prison, and he looks every bit the king of carnage you adore.

Licking your lips, you saunter over to them. The clacking of your heels turn their heads, and they smirk at you. You could see Rindou tense for a split second before reigning himself back in. Once you get close enough, you rear a hand back and slam it against his cheek hard.

Then you grab him by the collar and smooch him right in front of the jail gates. His recovery is quick, and he pulls you close in a vice-grip. You press a thumb down his chin and take his tongue right from his mouth. The light graze of your teeth against the flat of it earns a growl from Rindou. You left me again, you fucking asshole you hiss as you pull away. You doubted he really heard you though, because he dived right to your neck after your liplock. You sigh, meeting eyes with a disgusted Ran.

This man is going to be the death of you one day.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Throughout your relationship, Mitsuya is nothing but gentle. It almost gave you whiplash how different he is when he's with you and when he's with Toman. He's more than happy to bash some scumbag's face in, yet he couldn't look you in the eye if he shows up to school bruised the next day. You're one of the reasons he got so good at dodging blows in the first place-all of this just to keep you from remembering just how dangerously he lives.

His carefulness translated through his affections, most of all. He didn't hold you, he cradled you. When he kissed you, you could practically feel the repressed passion just burning beneath the surface. He treats you as if you were a dandelion on a windy day.

And while you thought his unspoken sentiments are nothing short of chivalrous and sweet, you also found it quite stupid. You knew what you were getting into when he sheepishly confessed, knew about him being a captain of Toman's second division. So naturally, you'd braced yourself for all sorts of chaos. Plus, only having to witness one side of him irked something inside of you that you couldn't quite explain. You'd made it perfectly clear that you loved him, bruises and all. Yet when he looked at you with such adoring lavender eyes, you couldn't bear to chide him for wanting to treasure you.

So, you decided to show him through other means.

You're waiting for him to finish inside the sewing club room. He's finishing the hemline of a kimono-a birthday present he's preparing for Draken early on. His eyelids hang low, but his gaze is as intense as ever. Nothing is said between the two of you, but you can't help staring at his pursed lips, now bitten red from his habit when focusing. You internally proclaimed your love for him yet again, unable to stop yourself from wandering over to his hunched form.

Just as he looks up from the sewing machine, you dive in with a kiss that, even you had to admit, is a little too intense to be this sudden. Yet you couldn't help it; even the simplest things he did could turn you into quite the sap.

He doesn't fail to reciprocate it, though. His lips, a little rough and a bit wet, switch from caressing your top and bottom lip each time you return to each other. Somehow, it ended up with you sandwiched between him and his desk, thighs on either side of his hips. His hands never stay in one place, smoothing down your uniform and rubbing your back. He never strays too far down your waist, and that tang of frustration sours your sweet little moment yet again.

Bracing one hand on his shoulder and the other on his jaw, you grind down hard against him. His mouth drops open in a barely contained moan, and you close your lips around his tongue. The noise he made when you licked at it could've put BL voice actors to shame. His fingers rake against the sides of your hips, jolting you out of your sultry scenario and into a bout of giggles. And while you sit there steaming in your embarrassment at ruining such a delicious moment, he simply gapes at what just happened, his face stained a pretty crimson.

Well, that was awkward...but you wouldn't have had it any other way.

[mrslilyrogers]

All I have to do is Dream Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)

Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.

Author’s notes: This is late and not as long as I hoped it would be but hope you all enjoy! There might be one more part left to this series and maybe an epilogue. 

Eight voicemails and twelve messages. Eight voicemails and twelve messages from the person you wanted to talk to the most. Everyday for the past few weeks since you left, he called. And everyday your hands itched to reach out and call back but you stopped yourself. 

“I love her!” 

His voice echoed in your head. Enough was enough. Your fingers kneaded your temples, trying to alleviate the headache forming there. It didn’t help that there was a dark gnawing feeling in your gut, something was wrong. You knew it. A sixth sense, if you will. It happened the first time your powers manifested. You had been eight then, in front of the television with your dad when suddenly, your heart started to beat faster, your breaths coming in short pants, and your forehead dotted in sweats; a strong sense of foreboding crept under your skin and ever since then, life had never been the same. 

That night, you slept in a restless slumber; trapped under a heavy spell while you watched your father as a young boy. You had no idea how you knew the man who carried you over his shoulders, who seemed so strong and indestructible to your child’s eyes, was this same little boy you watched. You couldn’t understand it, you were dreaming but it was so real. Every detail as crisp as if you had been there and witnessed it. It wasn’t long before it all changed, everything before you cast in a darker shade, the people around you in black, sliding apologetic glances towards the somber boy standing in between his grandparents. You started to break out in a cold sweat, you were at a funeral. The boy’s parents, your father’s parents, just died. You ran, screaming, your heart racing, trying to find a way to get out. You couldn’t stay here, you couldn’t. But the more frantic you became, the more everything jumbled, bringing out his worst fears and nightmares and all you could do was scream, helpless and trapped. 

Oddly enough, that was how you felt now. Despite leaving Steve for the sake of the both of you, you were trapped, helpless to the niggling thought at the back of your mind that something was about to go horribly wrong. You tried to remember everything Xavier Institute has taught you, you were a telepath and with it came a natural intuition you couldn’t ignore. A heightened sense of empathy and awareness. 

You understood people even when they barely gave you a chance to be understood. You still remembered all those times people ran away from you. Those you considered your closest friends, even your teachers, treated you as if you were the plague. Their thoughts filled with dread and terror while you desperately tried to explain yourself but the more agitated you became, the more you lost control. It gave you no other choice but to distance yourself from them, getting homeschooled and keeping to yourself as much as you could. Your father tried his best, you knew he did but he could never look at you the same way. You didn’t have to get into his head to hear his cries at night, worrying and wondering where he went wrong.

It wasn’t long before Professor X found you and invited you to join his school for the gifted. School for the gifted. There was a time you couldn’t say that without a roll to your eyes, how could it have been a gift when all it ever caused you was sorrow? The day it was finally time for you to leave the only home you’ve ever known, your father’s relief was palpable in the air. He never gave voice to it and instead promised to visit as often as he could but even then, you knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep up. He visited you less and less as time went on until your relationship was reduced to a couple of phone calls barely lasting five minutes long. 

That was why you learned never to get too close. You owed to the X-Men who you were today. They had given you a place to call home, somewhere to belong to. For all the years you spent at the institute, they were nothing but kind to you, encouraging you, helping you hone your abilities and to cope with the loss of your former life. They gave you a fresh start, a new family and it should’ve been enough and in some ways, it is. But there was always a part of yourself you couldn’t give no matter how hard you tried and so the moment you could leave, you left. You wandered on your own, occasionally coming back to visit and catch up before leaving again, never planting any roots. That was the way you wanted it, that way you could never get hurt. 

Until Steve.

He instantly broke down your defenses and what was supposed to be a one-timer mission turned longer than you would’ve ever dreamed. You would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t stay with the Avengers because of him. The truth was as much as staying with them was fulfilling, there was a part of him that called out to you. You understood him, a man out of his time. Out of place. All you’ve ever felt your whole life. His loneliness drew you to him like a moth to a flame. He never showed it, too proud to admit it to himself but you knew it the instant you met him. He was untethered, burdened to continue on in a world he didn’t belong in. Your heart ached for him, for a man so lost that he only ever felt alive when he was at war. You tried to help him see the world with color again. “Ironic, coming from you,” you thought to yourself. But the more time you spent with him, the more your cynicism chipped away bit by bit until you became closer to the person you were before your abilities. Free to dream and love as you should’ve been. It was as if you needed him as much as he needed you. 

“Would you like a refill for that, honey?” the kindly old waitress asked, jerking you out of your reverie, her wrinkled face etched into a pitying smile. You shook your head and gave her your thanks, the dread in your chest intensifying once more. 

Look at where you are now, back to square one. 

You huffed at the tiny voice inside your head. She was right. Here you were, sat on a dingy couch at a diner in the middle of nowhere running from the people you loved the most. You looked at your phone again, the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach screaming at you to do something. You should at least call Nat, you thought to yourself. You’d been planning to call her anyway even though you always chickened out. That seemed the safest thing to do for your sanity, make sure they were alright then you’d be on your merry way again. It was the only way to calm your racing heart, to get rid of that sense of foreboding creeping up at you and pulling you down. You could just be anxious, right? Guilt and shame of leaving plaguing you before you could truly move on. After that phone call, everything will be put back to rights. You’ll feel better, you keep telling yourself. Only your mind wouldn’t listen. 

The ringing on the other end of the line kept you on edge and when Nat’s worried voice greeted you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. 

“Y/N! Where the hell have you been? Steve has been looking everywhere for you! Do you know how worried we’ve been?”

You could hear the hurt in her tone and your heart broke at how you’d left things with your friend, completely forgetting about how she’d react when you impulsively decided to run away. But they were safe. At least, they were safe. Tears pricked at your eyes, you had no idea just how desperate you’ve become to hear her voice on the line, to know that nothing had happened in your absence and the stress of these past few weeks have just been taking its toll.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nat--” you broke off, your voice cracking from trying not to cry. 

“I shouldn’t have left the way I did but it was just too much, I had to leave. I couldn’t stay, not after everything that happened,” you continued, sniffing through it, willing yourself not to break down to your best friend on the phone in the middle of a busy diner.

“I know, sweetie. Steve told me all about it.” She sighed, sounding tired, before continuing, “You know I will never pick any sides right? I’ll support whatever you decide.” 

“Thanks, Nat. I knew you would, I never doubted you. It’s just… it’s been a lot to take in and I can’t… I don’t know how to face him if…” you trailed off, not having the courage to continue what you knew all along. It was one thing to admit it to yourself but another to say it out loud to another person. It made it more real. More final. You picked at the hem of your shirt, shaking your head. It was as if Nat knew what you were thinking, she gave another sigh on the other end of the line.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it now. But Y/N, he really does love you. He hasn’t been the same since you left and--” she immediately cut herself off as if she was about to say something she shouldn’t. You didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath before she continued, “You should really talk to him, Y/N.” 

“Nat, what’s going on? Are you guys alright?”

You felt goosebumps on your flesh. Rubbing your free hand on your thigh, you tried to calm your racing nerves.

“No, no, we’re fine. Don’t worry--” she replied instantaneously, reassuring you but before she could continue, you cut her off, relief washing over you. 

“Good. That’s good. Cause for a while there, I thought you were gonna say something crazy. I’ve just been having this weird feeling that something big is going to happen. But I’m probably just being anxious. Sorry, what were you saying?” 

“You really do have that scary clairvoyant thing going on sometimes,” you heard her laugh at you, teasing, but before you could say anything else, she turned serious, 

“Y/N, we’re gonna try to bring everyone back,” her voice was filled with hope and determination that it made you pause, your brain struggling to keep up. 

What? Did you hear her right? 

She started to explain their plan but your mind was already spinning. You immediately left the booth, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table. Your frantic steps heading into the direction of your car parked outside.

“Nat, Nat, hold on. What do you mean you’re leaving? Traveling through time? Is that even possible?” You slammed the door on your car, your voice hushed as if scared to even wonder, heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

If she really meant what you think she meant then they were all going to risk their lives for an attempt to bring everyone back. But who knew if it would even work? What if they got lost? What if they never came back? You didn’t give yourself a moment to hope. This was too dangerous. Too quick and impulsive. You needed to talk to Steve.

Before Nat could reply, you heard him call her in the background, his voice authoritative and resolute. They were ready. They were going to leave now. 

“Nat, let me talk to him,” you heard yourself say without preamble. There was no need to think it through, it didn’t matter if he hated you, if he wanted nothing to do with you, you just had to talk to him. 

“Who’s that?” You could hear him ask in the background, his voice far, his footsteps approaching. 

The moment he realized who was on the other line, the moment he saw your picture flash on his friend’s screen, his hand shot out frantically for it, scared you’d leave before he even got a chance to hear your voice. 

“Y/N?” he asked softly, worried you might suddenly end the call. You could almost see the look on his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes searching and concerned. 

“Steve,” All the emotions you felt carried out in a single name. Regret, shame, longing. That was all it took before you broke down into tears. If you hadn’t called Nat, if you had let even one more day pass by, your last fight could’ve been the last time you ever saw him. 

“Is everything alright? What happened? Are you okay?” he was suddenly alert, voice booming with concern and just a little bit of panic. 

“No, I’m fine, I’m fine. Nat told me everything. Are you leaving already? What’s going on?” you managed to choke out, trying to regain as much composure as you can. You heard him let out a sigh of relief on the other end. 

“Oh, doll. Don’t worry about us. It’ll be alright. We’ve got it under control, I promise,” he sounded so sure of himself, his voice so soothing, almost as if he were caressing your back like he usually does to reassure you. You heard his footsteps again and the closing of a door, you assumed he looked for a place more private, quiet. This time, you wouldn’t easily let up. 

“You can’t promise that, Steve. Let me come with you,” you pleaded, exasperation in your tone. You surprised even yourself, your hands already frantically moving to drive.  You had no idea what came over you, had no idea what you were even really getting into. All you knew was that no matter where you stood in your relationship, you’ve been through so much together, you couldn’t let him face this alone. 

“No. Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous, Y/N. Just stay where you are and I’ll come find you when all this is over,” his voice brooked no argument. You could already tell how he looked like, his head shaking vehemently, feet braced apart, eyes flashing with determination. 

“Steve--” you started, voice rising in return but he immediately cut you off. 

“Y/N, listen to me. I don’t have much time but please, just this once, promise me you’ll stay where you are. Keep yourself safe until I come find you--”

“No way am I--” you spoke over him, your patience wearing thin, panic rising in your throat. 

“Y/N, let me finish. Doll, I don’t have much time. We’ve already ran simulations and this works. We’re gonna get them all back but I can’t do that if I think you’re in trouble so please, baby, just promise me you’ll stay put. It’ll only be a minute for you. Just stay where you are, please. I can’t lose you, love.” his voice verged on desperation, making you pause. 

“I know I’ve said some things I can’t take back and god, do I fucking regret them every single day since you left but I love you. And if this fails and I don’t come back, I need to know you’re at least safe. I need you to promise me that,”

“Steve, don’t… don’t talk like that,” you shook your head, not acknowledging what he was saying. This was unfair. Steve was never one to be pessimistic, he never showed any vulnerability before a mission and the fact that he did now made your heart ache. He had one goal and one goal only, he wanted to right what he perceived to be his wrong. He was going into this fully prepared to give his life to get everyone back. But for you, the stakes were too high. Who knew the dangers of what the past held? What if something happens that would keep him there? 

“Love, please. We’re leaving soon,”

You let out a huge breath. “Just promise me you’ll be back?” 

You could almost hear the smile on his face, could almost see his shoulders sag with relief. 

“Then promise me, you’d stop driving while on the phone,” he joked, trying to make light of the situation. He knew how you could get when you excessively worried about him. He didn’t even realize how much he loved it until now that your fussing was reduced to a phone call. 

“Steve, I mean it,” you warned seriously. 

“When have I ever backed down from a fight? And this is just an extraction mission. I’ll be back before you know it, I promise,” his voice sounded so calming, you almost believed it. 

Despite his downplaying, you knew the risks. Time travel? Who could even say they’ve thought this would be possible even in their wildest dreams?

“I’ve gotta go, sweetheart. I love you. I’ll come to you as soon as all this is over,” you heard the scuffle of feet in the background, heard F.R.I.D.A.Y calling out to him, and suddenly, you didn’t have enough time. You had so much to say, so much to apologize for.

“Steve, wait--” you started desperately, ready to beg for forgiveness. 

“Don’t.” he cut you off quickly as if already knowing the direction you were heading in. 

“There’s no need, doll. I love you, we’ll make this work. I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make it work,”

He sounded so sincere, so forgiving that it made your lips tremble into a soft smile.

“I love you too, Steve. I’ll see you guys in a minute,” you replied, trying to sound as lighthearted as you could when you heard Nat scream it to you in the background. You didn’t want to psyche him out with your worry. This was the mission of his lifetime, everyone depended on him. 

You tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your gut, the fear crawling up your veins. 

Something is about to go wrong. 

Steve chuckled, finally feeling a weight being lifted off his chest, finally able to hope again. This was the future he looked forward to. 

“We’ll see you in a minute, baby,”  

You hoped to God you would. 

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Author’s notes: This was tough to write since everything happens through a phone call. I tried to capture the tension of the situation through that and hope I did. As always, let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! 

[keigelsss]

A Super Sweet Secret - Gojo Satoru

Merry late Christmas ya filthy animals ;)

Mega thirst moment based on this post and I think it just fits this fucker so well. I wrote part of this at 3am and I hate it so much ... fellow Gojo fuckers come get ya food.

Warnings: 18+, my shitty writing, language, mentions of alcohol, Gojo using infinity (had to do it on em), smut, DIRTY TALK, fingering, oral *fem receiving, overstim, squirting, uh… the pet names are super self-indulgent too oops, literally every grammatical error you can think of (please let me know if I missed any warnings I don’t wanna upset anyone or make anyone uncomfy. That being said minors pls DNI!! I don't feel like blocking anyone today)

Word count: 2.25k (i do be getting carried away)

How do you go about explaining your current situation to the higher-ups if you get caught with him? Do you tell them that, instead of getting pointers on how to guide students down the right path, you’ve been indulging in some very explicit acts with the man who is supposed to show you the ropes? No. That’s not right either but in all honesty, it would have been a lost cause from the get-go. Gojo Satoru is the least traditional in his teaching methods and is without a doubt a troublemaker but his antics are a part of what makes him so charming. It’s that same charm that finally made you cave and accept a coffee date with him on the next day you both had off. 

You don’t know exactly when it happened but little by little those morning coffee dates turned into mid-day snack runs, then dinner and overindulging in desserts at the other’s house. Everything took an unexpected turn when you went a bit overboard on the sake one night. The next morning you woke up naked on your couch, the sun in your face, a pounding headache and a large man clinging to your body like a koala. As much as you wanted to maintain a professional relationship between the two of you, it was so hard to not crave another taste of him. He couldn’t resist you either, one bite and he kept coming back for more. 

You two are definitely going to get into some serious trouble for this.

After stressful days of exorcising curses Gojo likes to unwind with a sweet treat from his local bakery and you by his side. He’ll find it ridiculously adorable if you have a bigger sweet tooth than he does. On the walk back to his house, you both snag a pastry from the bag of goodies and laugh at the other for not being able to wait until you reached your destination. The two of you arrive shortly after but Gojo decided he wasn’t entirely satisfied...

“Hey, sugar?” he asked while removing his sunglasses, his eyes entirely focused on your movements. You started to place what was left of the little cakes in a dish that was used specifically for the sweet treats of the day, he quickly recalled how you made fun of him for the fancy crystal platter but he admitted to being a bit extra like that. “What’s up trouble?” He let out a soft chuckle and got closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders leaning down to rest his chin on top of your head. “Trouble? That couldn’t be me.” you placed the cover back on the platter and put your hands on his arms settling back into him slightly. “You only call me ‘sugar’ when you want something from me, so what is it?” 

Now that was true, he had a list of pet names for you that he liked to pull out for certain occasions and you caught onto that quickly. It’s really not fair at all how he can make innocent words sound so damn sinful when he wanted to tease you. You turned to face him now, his hands resting on either side of you. He leans down and places a feather-soft kiss on your lips, so soft it’s almost like he’s not making full contact with you.

“I thought we didn't do those things when it was just us together like this?” Your eyes fluttered open and he came back in for a real kiss, his hot tongue lingering lazily on your bottom lip but not enough to excite you. He does that on purpose. “I know but it’s just the thought of it, I can tell you're thinking about it too.” He reached for the dessert dish and picked up a small cream filled pastry, he took a bite and offered you the other half. You knew it wasn’t an accident when he got the filling on your lip and chin. He used his thumb to clean up the mess he made then licked it clean, he is actually evil but even if you do hate him sometimes you can’t find it in you to resist him. 

“C’mon Y/n, don't you think it would be interesting to try while I go down on you? Just a little bit?” You bit your lip at the thought and he was already excited for your answer. He was right, the idea of him between your legs, devouring you but not quite. Being able to feel everything between the two of you but not making an actual connection. it ignited a small fire within you. 

“We can try it once but I can’t promise that I'll like it.” 

Truthfully that was all he needed to hear before he began to strip you of your clothes, leaving you completely naked. His large hands began exploring your body, grabbing onto any dip and curve he can find while placing sloppy kisses on your neck. He used both hands to get a firm grip of your ass, lifting you onto the cold marble countertop, you let a small moan escape you at the feeling and he placed a wet kiss on your lips. Tugging on the fabric of his long sleeve you brought it up and off revealing his defined upper body, you could drool if you didn't have some self control. “Satoru not too much okay? It’ll drive me crazy when all I want is to feel you.” The whimper that fell from your pretty mouth was almost enough to make Gojo cum in his pants, you swore you saw hearts glowing in his bright blue eyes. “Don't worry princess only a little bit. Besides you know my sweet girl always gets what she wants.” 

If there was anything that came close to what you picture heaven was like, it would definitely be the equivalent to Gojo’s strong, slender fingers expertly rubbing your folds. He always found every sweet spot and applied the perfect amount of pressure without you having to say a word. 

“Baby, did I make you this wet?” He used his thumb to spread your slick around, creating a delightful rhythm on your clit. Hips trembling when he grazed that one spot that practically had you gushing for him.

“Yes! It was yo- oh fuck that feels so good!” you leaned forward, resting your head on his chest, admiring the way his fingers looked so mesmerizing covered in the pretty shine of your juices. “You know you're the sweetest thing ever right? So damn delicious. I can spend hours between these sexy thighs of yours.” His breath is hot on the tip of your ear and that smooth voice sends shockwaves throughout your entire body. His free hand wrapped around your thigh and gripped below your knee, shifting the angle at which his fingers were exploring your overly sensitive hole. 

“Are you gonna let me make you cum with my mouth? Let me taste how sweet you are?” his lips started to trail the sides of your neck down to your chest. He left a series of kisses on each breast, sucking lightly on your stiff and sensitive nipples. “Ah Satoru please! I want- Ooh want your tongue.”  He licked a stripe across your tummy then placed a soft kiss on your belly button, he moved your thighs once more and found a position comfortable for the two of you. Your legs resting nicely on his shoulders while he rubbed circles on your hips and waist. “Look at this gorgeous pussy,” a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “So pretty.” another kiss on your swollen clit, you couldn't help but arch your back off the counter, grabbing a handful of his soft hair. He nibbled on your thigh and a sharp whine fell from you. “Remember to behave sweetheart, I'm supposed to be going easy on you.” His chuckle vibrated against your hot mound and you let out a sigh, releasing some tension from your hands on his head, allowing him to do what he wanted with your body. 

Gojo’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, curling and sucking at the special spot that only he knew about with perfect accuracy. The buzzing sensation that you normally felt when he's down there was reduced to an incomplete static, like your nerves weren’t fully receiving the information of his movements. Now that? That was different. It really was infinity… a barrier he controlled entirely, the rolling of his tongue feeling more like a whisper of pleasure that was everything and nothing at the same time. You were right to think it would drive you crazy but in the most euphoric way possible. “Oh my god it feels s-so good! P-please don’t stop baby I’m so fucking close.” 

The large kitchen was filled with desperate sounds of pleasure and the soft squelching of Gojo’s fingers inside your quivering cunt. This feeling was new but you were instantly hooked. It didn't take long for you to fall over that glorious edge with a broken moan of his name and a string of curses, making little to no sense at all. A deep groan erupts from his chest as he takes in every drop of your release in satisfaction. His gaze found your blissed out expression and he decided to ease up on that invisible veil between you, fingers slipping from your tight whole. You clenched around nothing and the loss of his fingers filling you was enough to nearly make you cry. 

“That‘s my favorite flavor right there sweetheart.” he spent some time admiring the way you looked coming down from your high. The rise and fall of your breasts with every breath paired alongside the slight shaking in your limbs from how intense the orgasm was. You're a work of art to him, truly, especially like this. Opening your eyes you find his stupid gorgeous face resting on your thigh, licking his lips simply enjoying your taste. You ran your fingers through his hair one more time before softly squishing his face with your legs, letting out a breathless giggle while regaining some grasp on reality. “I w-want more, but let me feel all of you for fucks sake!” 

He instantly obliged, diving right back in, using only his tongue, setting a languid pace. His animalistic groans against your over sensitive pussy were a telling sign that he was enjoying himself, probably ridiculously hard in the confines of his jeans. The thought of his cock deep inside of you was enough to get you shamelessly turned on all over again. If it weren't for his hands on your hips, rubbing easing circles into your soft skin, you would be a convulsing mess on the hard marble beneath you. A dull ache was beginning to form in your lower back, but you could care less. Gojo's tongue was working wonders on that delectable bundle of nerves of yours. His hands started trailing upwards and fondling your breasts, your spine arching under his touch as he pinched your nipples. You both made eye contact and he could tell that you were close to another release, your entire body was starting to shake. “Ye-yeah baby I’m gonna f-fucking cum.” his tongue never relenting on you. You were on the verge of screaming, your thighs were probably strangling him at this point.

“Mhm my little honeypot. Are you gonna make a mess?” he growled delicately against you.

That was also new but holy shit it had your brain short circuiting. Honeypot?! Damn you really could make a mess and that was exactly what you did. His relentless attack on your clit was blinding but so fucking delicious you didn't want it to end. You squirted all over his face, covering his neck and chest with a stream of your juices. The added stimulation of his abilities, and the shock of this new pet name clearly having an impact on your intense orgasm. it could possibly be the best you've experienced. He was aware of that fact as well. “I love when you do that.” honestly you did too. The aftershock of it all had you both mesmerized, your body just a quaking mess, panting and moaning. You struggled a bit to get air back into your lungs but Gojo's hands squeezed on your waist reassuringly. Your hips were beginning to relax and he once again found a place to momentarily rest his head on your thighs. 

He huffed a small howl of amusement. You could instantly tell what he was so giddy about. “So? Honeypot?” you questioned him, not in a judging manner but out of curiosity and excitement. “It kind of just came out of me in the moment.” You couldn't help but laugh at his answer, a fitting response. You took a second to relish in the sight of your cum and his sweat tracing his brow. It will forever remain a mystery on how you managed to get so addicted to the world’s biggest pain in the ass, but here you were. 

That evil little smirk made another appearance on his face while he brought himself up to  kiss you, the taste of yourself was very much present on his tongue and soft lips, you screeched in excitement. He swiftly lifted you off the counter and began his trek towards his bedroom. 

“Are you maybe just a bit more curious on what else I can do to that pretty body of yours?”

yeah this is trash uh if you read this sorry for the lack of seasoning in your food

tags: @bobabybo @ibukiirisha