#i'm not like. actually misbehaving and making light of it

[bookwyrminspiration]

a little over two years ago, time out corner quil was born when i (correctly) talked back in roisin's first reading rumble

i've been put in time out in multiple fandom events since, so I finally updated the design and made it more broadly usable :)

[nanamisgirly]

༊࿐ ͎. Tell me what to do, Mr(s). General ft. husband!Caleb

୨୧ — SYN. if I say that I have no idea for synopsis is that wrong? if I say it's just Caleb being a total whimpering mess under his wife during a dry humping session IS THAT WRONG????

୨୧ — cw. please is used a looot, sub Caleb, crying Caleb, dom wife, possessive wife, praising and degrading Caleb, dry humping, cumming in pants, Caleb in uniform, needy Caleb, orgasm denial (ig), hint kink for voyeurism, pussy drunk caleeeeb

୨୧ — wc. 1.9k (I enjoyed this sooo much)

˖ 𑣲 comments and reblogs are always appreciated ma girliees <333

walking like a predator toward where your pretty husband caleb is sat—on a chair you previously put in the center of your shared room, ordering him to sit the moment he came home from his shift.

you trail a slow circle around him in heels and nothing else but the outfit you mischievously picked : sheer purple mesh that hugs your waist like a vice, a deep purple thong with a satin bow that barely covers anything, and a strappy harness that cups your tits. 

sinful.

“look at you, sitting so pretty for me,” you murmur, stopping in front of him, standing in between his strong, spread legs. caleb is still in his uniform, medals catching the low light, posture straight and big round puppy eyes looking at you like you hug the stars.

that big, terrifying colonel everyone salutes is just your sloppy little husband.

you take his hat, putting in your head as you settle onto his lap, “you're going to repeat after me,” you purr, voice husky and cruel. “only listen to my general,” you drag the hat lower over your brow, covering fully your eyes so he can only focus on your mouth and the smirk curving your lips. “tell me what to do, Mrs. General.” your face leans closer to his, noses brushing, your fingers curl around the back of his neck.

caleb hesitates—just a beat—and you feel his cock twitch beneath you, thick and already straining. his fingers dig into the side of the chair, trembling with restraint since you told him not to touch.

“only—only listen to my General…” his voice cracked, needy. “tell me what to do, Mrs. General.”

“gooood boy,” you coo against his lips—hips rolling against his cock through the layers of fabric. you're practycally naked and he's wrapped in stiff military fabric, but you've never felt this powerful. and he's never looked so vulnerable.

“you wear all these stripes and stars,” you whisper into his ear, grinding down slow, torturous. you create nothing but friction between your slick cunt and the thick ridge of him under those perfect, rigid military lines. “you snap at your subordinates like you've got bite…little do they know you're pathetic for your wife.”

he gasps through gritted teeth, muscles tensing, whole body locked up under the unrelenting drag of your hips. you smirk as his cock twitches, again, and again, and again. you grind down harder—rubbing your soaked panties over his shaft, smearing everything—until his lashes flutter and his head tips back slightly until his cheeks are flushed with the prettiest shade of red. 

he chokes on your name and says, “i-i know…i'm—ngh, pathetic. . .”

he bucks up helplessly, jaw slack, hair sticking to his forehead from how hard he’s sweating. your hands push him back down by the shoulders like you’re disciplining a misbehaved pet.

“god, you’re such a slut for it,” you sneer, dragging your soaked pussy over his cock slowly. “all that bark with everyone else—but me? you’d let me ride your face in front of the whole damn base if i snapped my fingers.”

caleb's eyes fly open at your words, pupils blown wide—you're probably fucking his mind upside down right now too. because he actually wouldn't mind drop to his knees in front of his whole bigrade—tongue out, begging for a taste—just to make you moan, to let them see who really owns him.

and you notice how his whimpers just grew louder from this idea, “oh, caleb… you're dirty. y'know that?” you grind harder, slower, meaner, your slick soaking through the lace of your panties and bleeding into the fabric of his pants—his cock an angry, twitching bulge pinned between you. “you're so desperate you'd let everyone see you losing your mind over your wife's pussy, letting them see how embarassing you can get..” you bite his earlobe hard enough to let him moan. “you're just a good little toy in uniform after all, a cock that leaks and cries ridiculously.”

and he nods. he nods.

his eyes are glassy, his warm purple had been swallowed by his pupils, his lips are parted and his knuckles are white from how hard he's holding onto the edge of the chair, still not touching you because you haven't let him. even his cheeks are streaked with real tears—shame and heat knotting his gut. 

“you gonna ruin your stupid pants while i hump you like a pillow?” you taunt, licking the salt from his cheek.

“please—fuck, fuck—please, p-please—i can't…please, fuck—please..” his head lolls back, he can't align two words together—he physically and mentally can't— not when he can feel your clit deliciously dragging over his swollen tip trough both layers, the texture unbearable. his thighs keep jolting up, poor boy thinks he might accidentally fuck you through his pants if he bucks just right.

and with his head throwing back, he give you a full view on that poor vulnerable throat—his Adam's apple bobbing helpless so you lean in and bite—the hat tumbles from your head, falling to the floor as your mouth seals over his neck, sucking hard, tongue swirling around it, lips locked around the bob like it's candy.

he chokes on the noise he makes—he's so easy.

you pull off with a lewd pop, spit shining on his neck, and you grin right into his glassy-eyed face. “do you like this, caleb? like being my little cockdoll in uniform?” you grind harder, and his eyes roll back— for a second he thinks he's gonna pass out.

you tilt your head, feigning sweetness as you watch him gasping. “that's okay, baby. you don't need thoughts after all." you kiss with fake gentleness his lips. “you just need to sit there and take it like the good little pillow fuck you are.”

“god—please—please, i'm…oh fuck, please—l-lemme touch y-you, fuck—please?” caleb's whole boyd is twitching, he's trying so hard not to rut up in case you might pull back. he's waiting for you to tell him what to do. he's sure if you ever decide to pull his pants and boxers down, you'd find so much precum soaked into them it'd look like he already came :(

his dick is so painfully stiff now there's no room left inside his boxer. it's straining against his waistband, trapped and pulsing, soaking through with pre that won't stop leaking.

“you're truly pathetic..” you say calmly, almost bored. “you're panting and soaking through your uniform like a teenager…caleb, did you wear those to work? your dump little cock all strained up in your pants to the idea of my pussy?”

“n-no, i—i didn't—” he's blinking fast, trying to focus, but his vision blurs.

“oh. so you didn't think about me while you were out playing hero? or the villain?” your hips grind down again—meaner, heavier. “not even once, pretty? not once while you were out flashing your badge, big man, that you imagined crawling home just to hump yourself stupid under me?” your voice drops, “you didn't think about how good it would fell to rub that needy, swollen cock against your wife's cunt?”

“fuck—fuck i did…” he chokes, “i did, i swear—just—it won't stop—i c-can't stop it—” his whole body's coiled tight, begging for release. his cock pulses again and again, fat and rigid. and it hurts so bad now it’s almost unbearable. his boxers are soaked through, sticking to him, wet and hot and suffocating.

“gonna blow in your fucking boxers just from me grinding on you. not even touching your cock. not even letting you inside.” you snarl, leaning close. “put your hands on my hips, now.”

no matter how much you were trying to play rude, you were just as desperate as him, and you also couldn't finish if he wasn't touching you. caleb doesn't need you to repeat twice, his hands are flying to your hips—gripping hard, his face is burning, tears watering his cheeks, tongue pressed to the back of his teeth like he's trying to hold onto the last scrap of dignity he has left, muffling all the pornographic moans he's making.

“you’re gonna make a mess right in your little cop costume,” you whisper against his mouth, not kissing, just hovering. “and for what? a few strokes of my pussy on your clothed cock?” you pant, sweat dripping down your neck and caleb's gaze is locked there—tongue almost stinging out, in wants to lick it, taste every inch of you, bury himself in your skin.

“please,” he gasps, hips jolting again, “please—I don’t care, I don’t—just let me, let me cum, i’ll do anything, i’ll ruin these pants, i’ll say thank you while i’m fucking leaking, i don’t care—please—” you raise an eyebrow, mocking as he continues. “i need—fuck, i need it…i'll clean it, all of it. . i swear—mghn, just—please, please let me cum…”

your breath hitches. 

you like it.

you like him like this—shaking under you, begging like something desperate and yours. it hits you in a wave, just like always : feral, possessive, overwhelming. you need him to break underneath you, to be a mess and only for you, only because it's you.

your hips stutter. just a friction. he moans, high, and it shreds through you.

“you feel that?” you snap, grabbing his jaw and tilting his head back, your own voice shaking now. “you feel how wet i am? what you're doing to me only by sitting there and whimpering for me?” his mouth drops open in a silent cry and just as you insert your thumb in his mouth, his hips snap up with a sharp, helpless jerk. 

he's so close, he swears he can taste it.

the fabric between you is completely soaked, clinging to every inch of him—your slick and his precum smeared into one hot, humiliating mess. his purple eyes disappear behind fluttering lids, his lips sucking greedily on your thumb, his moans vibrating through your whole body. “go on,” you hiss against his cheeks, nuzzling it, “cum in your pants for me. make a mess, ruin yourself like a good boy. pour so much cum that i can feel it through my panties.”

his hands are definitely going to leave bruises on your hips from how tightly he's groping you. his hips are having a mind of their own now, rubbing onto your clit, “fuck—fuck, oh god, fuck, ‘s too good, i’m—babe, fuck—”

his whole body convulses, once, twice—and he breaks.

his cock pulses hard against you, unloading into his boxers in hot, thick spurts, so much he actually whimpers from the pressure, from the pure relief. his thighs are trembling, his stomach twitching with every wave of release, and he’s gasping through it like he doesn’t even know what’s happening to him.

his forehead drops to your chest, breath hitching, and he’s sobbing. quiet, frantic little gasps. “thank you—thank you—oh my god—thank you—” he babbles, his words melting into your skin.

you’re still grinding, just enough to keep him oversensitive, to let him feel how wet he’s made you too. your fingers slide into his damp hair pulling his head back. his cheeks are flushed and wet, his eyes swollen. “you did so good, pretty boy.” 

you press your mouth to his, just a soft peck. “so so good for me, my dear.” you let your tongue glide out, slowly, lazily tracing his bottom lip—a question.

and he parts for you immediately, no hesitation in sight—he's just open and eager to obey you. your tongue slip into his mouth, claiming him all over again—sucking his tongue between your lips in a messy rhythm. your mouths mold onto each other, wet and rough, spit glistening down your chin. 

your brows pinch together, tight with something deeper than lust and all he can do is kiss you back, sloppy and dazed, hands still gripping your hips like you're anchoring him down to reality. 

(or heaven he doesn't know at this point)

  ˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵ 

[sugawhaaa]

ATEEZ'S HANDS

☆--------And how they use them on you

Warnings!! SMUT

Pairing:: ot8!ateez x fem/gn reader

Ateez h/c masterlist:: 💋

Hongjoongs hands aren't very big so how can he use them to assert some kind of dominance? Ah, perfect, torture the fuck out of you. His hands are like a torture device to you, gently grazing his fingertips along endogenous zones and inching right around your intimate parts but not quite making the commitment.

Also putting his fingers in your mouth 🥴 he wouldn't be too forceful with it but it's the principle of the matter.

Beautiful ass hands. Sleek, slender, ugh 😩 his touch is so so so gentle, feather-light. He'd use his hands similar to Hongjoong, hovering around those spots that make you squeal but never fully committing. When his fingers finally get inside he abuses that "come hither" motion so much 🥴

He loves to trace your lips with his thumb before kissing you and when he's flirting with you. Gang I'm tweaking out. He also loves to give you princess treatment which his gentle hands become handy, gently holding your ankle when helping you take off your heels, giving you back messages that may or may not turn sexual 🥰

We all know this man's hands are fine as hell so this might be a little short bc I don't like to repeat what everyone says but EVERYONE SAYS EVERYTHING because he's so fine. Just fingering. Fingering, fingering, fingering, with this man 😫 his fingers hit so deep and scoop up your pleasure so perfectly. Also stuffing his fingers in your mouth when he fucks you from behind, basically choking you out.

Pining your wrists 🥰 just holding you down in general when you're misbehaving. You're wiggling away in pleasure, he'll grab your thighs and pull you right back. Also when you're in a situation where the two of you have to be quiet he aggressively holds his hand over your mouth, like you cannot breathe 😁

...we do not talk about this enough as a society. I'm gonna be using the first photo for most of the inspo 😁 yeosang is hella strong all the way through his arms to his hands so fingering with him is hard go live through. A lot of squirting...a lot. Also, a lot of people don't picture Yeosang like this, but groping>>> your thighs, ass, tits, whatever makes you feel best. He loves to massage the plush skin between his fingers so deeply.

And he also abuses the "Come hither" motion as well, though he is more of a thrusting person. Like I said earlier he's so strong in his arms so doing things like holding you up in his arms and intertwining your fingers with his is a yes 😍 when he's being a lil subbie he grips everything like his life depends on it. Clawing the bedsheets, grabbing your wrist, pulling his or your hair...

Woo here we go 🥴 we have another torture device up in here. Tracing your jawline with his fingertips, gently inching to your neck before wrapping his fingers around your throat. He isn't always aggressive when he grabs your neck. Sometimes he's cutting off your blood circulation and other times he's very gentle, just holding his hand there to remind you who is in charge.

Another groper up in here, but ass. Lifting you up closer to him by your ass or just spreading your cheeks out before fingering you. Most of the time though he's very gentle with his hands, its his beefy arms you have to fear...

Lord have mercy. The third photo is an actual photo of his hands. Just imagine his hands sliding up your arm to meet your hand while he fucks you from behind, groaning and growling all kinds of dirty words into your ear. Another groper, like the groping trio, he loves anything meaty (you can't convince me this man wouldn't love sex with a chubby girl) tits, ass, thighs, anything thar jiggles is now in his fists.

He's an aggressive ass fingerer as well. He'd get right up in there and pound his fingers into you until you fold in half. Also another choker, except he's only ever aggressive or doesn't do it at all, all or nothing per se. He likes to put his fingers in your mouth as well, especially when fucking you from behind.

Deep breaths...based on the fourth photo he's one of those guys to hold your lower abdomen as he fingers you, maybe even applying a little weight to make you squirm and kick your feet. He's all about fingering, flicking your clit, "come hither" motion, pounding, squriting everything you can imagine. He likes to finger you from behind too, maybe having a little collar to lift your head back as he fingers you.

He likes to tease those sweet spots and hold your throat as well. When he's got you tied up in something he loves to yank on it, twisting the ropes or chains between his fingers and around his hands.

Groping...100%. I can see him hitting it from the back and bringing his hands around front to grope your tits 🥴 and bring his hand down a bit to finger your clit while he fucks you. He likes to hold your jaw up as well, helping you tilt your head back onto his shoulder...

Hand-holding during sex is a big thing for him too, holding your hand beside your head against the pillow while he pounds into you. Also tracing his fingers on your lips too, especially before actually diving into the fun...

[demodraws0606]

Jax's fear of being trapped and what that might imply about his past/future

Hello 2 days ago i've developped a chronic case of Brainrotting about Jax, tragic I know.

I'm kinda basing this slightly of what Gooseworx have said in QnAs though I will not rely on it because I think purely relying on a creator's words and not the media isn't really satisfying.

The main thing that stood out to me in this episode with Jax was that he seems to fear punishement.

He seems really freaked out when Gangle proposed the idea of Cain punishing him...

And then he immediatly goes to Zooble to be like "lol you don't believe Cain actually could punish us right ?" and while he's proven right at the end of the episode, the fact that he immediatly tries to seek reassurance that he wouldn't get punished says a lot. In fact in his expressions he looks both sides while saying it almost like he seems...unsure/anxious (idk the right word).

Also when he's brought into the employee training scene. He's weirdly...afraid and shaken by it ?? (not showing the screenshot cos everyone remembers that scene).

Which like, I understand that was terrifying but it was a strangely strong reaction to something that...light ? I mean he wasn't brainwashed or anything. I might be stretching it but all of it, including the scene's purpose makes me wonder if it brought Jax bad memories of...something.

After that scene happens, he completely acts normal and stops trying to be a dick completely.

Now this isn't a convo about weither that's Jax's true self and his jerk self is a persona. People are trying way too hard to either try to make him a one dimensional asshole or secretly a good guy which like he's neither he's a bastard with layers. But that's not what this is about so ANYWAYS.

All of this made me wonder what was Jax's main Thing, more so his theme or the thing that makes him tick.

We know with Gangle it's her issue with masking (her dreams, how she feels, etc...), Ragatha being a people pleaser, Zooble's body dysmorphia, King's memories and how they link with the loss of his wife and Pomni's desire for companionship.

For Jax we actually don't really know other than...he's a dick and he's using it to cope which like....duh ?

But with this episode and also a little thing that I got from researching QnAs (because i'm normal and chill like that) made me realise what could Jax's Thing.

A Fear of Consequences and being Trapped

Now the main thing that drove this thought was me finding out Gooseworx assigning a song to Jax which is this one.

Don't fence me in, huh....

That line meaning a desire to not be restricted and not losing their freedom.

This makes me think this is probably what Jax's character is at least partially about, or more so...his biggest fear. Being restricted, reprimended or trapped.

I think in part that fear could be related to his past, which I'm gonna throw my cards here, my own personal theory is that he was stuck in juvenile detention for misbehaving as a kid. That experience traumatising him enough that he was probably similar to the Jax we've seen at the end of episode 4, just Tired.

Now does it Necessarely have to be a juvenile detention center, honestly no ? But it's the thing that makes the most sense in my head.

Either way this also explains a lot of things about his behavior in the circus.

He's now secluded in a space with absolutely 0 Consequences, the one person who can dish it out is an AI who is probably programmed to never harm humans (directly at least). He's even proven right at the end of episode 4.

I think what led to Jax's shit behavior was this realisation that this is pretty much now his Safe Heaven. In real life he can't just be who he wants to be, there's potential consequences that he's afraid of.

Now I know I'm gonna hear like "oh so you just think Jax is an asshole by nature", I don't think he is (i don't think he's ever been a nice person his life but like there's a difference here), I genuinely think he's not more so being himself rather that it's just that he's overcompensating for the lack of freedom that he's felt his entire life.

In a way it's similar to how people act on the internet.

Imagine that you were a misbehaving kid and you were reprimended HARSHLY for it, to the point where you're not really fixed per say but you're stuck being terrified of even being slightly flawed.

But now here he is, in a place where death doesn't matter, the harm he does doesn't matter and the one person who can actually hurt him just gives him weird shenanigans that give him opportunities to lash out.

However, there's a tiny little problem...

This fantasy cannot last forever forever and I'm not talking about them getting out because as far as they know it's out of the cards for them.

It's very much clear that the circus with the arrival of Pomni is becoming more tight knit and less divided, creating a more solid friendship group with the help of Pomni being an actual normal nice human person (Zooble is nice too but they're more jaded and too depressed to deal with most of everything, and Ragatha is a whole baggage).

It's becoming increasingly clear in the episodes themselves as well that, Jax can't just be an asshole anymore. Every episode since episode 1 has led to him being reprimended or him not being given what he wants. The group is becoming closer and they're sick of his bullshit.

He also probably doesn't like being alone and hated. We see him seeming sad at the talk of Kofmo's funeral before having to go back to being angry and dismissive in his facial expression.

Maybe he really did want to go to Kofmo's funeral but like would anyone actually believe he would be genuine, after being an asshole for so long would it really be worth for Jax to just break it all right there.

But it's clear he's also not really enjoying being alone.

Jax in a way is basically burrying a hole for himself. Being an asshole was his perfect dream after probably living a life of boredom and repression but now that this consequenceless existence has finally revealed itself to just be a mirage, he's now unable to access the things he really needs.

Actual friendship.

It's clear that the Digital Circus has a point of companionship being extremely important, in fact when we get mentions of Kofmo's abstracting we get also mentions about how no one really founds his jokes funny. Kinger mentioning how making someone feel alone and unwanted is the worst thing you could do to someone. Gangle is saved by Pomni and Zooble's presence.

However there's no one at fault for Jax's isolation, he only has himself to blame.

Ive got more but i'm tired so hope you guys enjoyed it.

[wholoveseggs]

Hello. Was wondering if you’d be willing to write about a dom Elijah with a reader who’s just being an absolute brat and he’s over it please?

Cat and Mouse

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

It's your anniversary party, but you are terribly bored, and the one person you actually want to be around isn't playing fair.

♡♡ Thanks for the request anon(s) This was a blast to write, dom Elijah makes me feral too ♡♡

5.3k words - Warnings: smutttt, Elijah being playful, dom!Elijah, rough sex, anal sex, choking, hair pulling, Elijah using his tie as a leash, oral sex, and a game of hide & seek....

Elijah was a gentleman in the most basic sense of the word; his smile was disarming, his words were polite, and his eyes were soft and caring. And, for the most part, that was true.

And to the untrained eye, it looked as though Elijah was simply guiding you to a quiet corner, hand placed lightly on the small of your back, a gentle smile on his face, and a sparkle in his eyes.

But once you were alone, it was very clear Elijah was not going to be as kind as he was making himself out to be. You had been misbehaving, and he was about to give you a reminder of exactly what happened when you did.

You were going to pay dearly for what you had been doing. And it was all because you were bored.

You had spent the last twenty minutes trying to get Elijah to notice you, and you had been failing at it miserably.

The party was his idea, and you didn't care much for them. But, like everything else, Elijah was very convincing and got you to agree. You were now regretting that.

It was your anniversary, and while you were happy to be with Elijah, you hated parties, especially ones where you were the guest of honor.

Elijah had made sure every last detail was taken care of, and he was determined that everyone had a great time, and that included you. So when he caught you rolling your eyes, or looking bored, he was quick to correct you.

You only wanted one thing out of this special day, and it wasn't something you could do in the middle of the crowded ballroom.

So, after yet another failed attempt at getting him to pay attention to you, you decided to do the only thing you could think of.

You would start annoying him.

So far, the only person you'd managed to annoy was yourself. You hadn't even made Elijah blink.

So you decided to start small. You started with little things.

You would pretend to affectionately adjust his tie, but leave it in a way that you knew would irritate him. He didn't even acknowledge it.

When he pulled you on to the dancefloor, you would purposefully step on his toes, scuffing up his perfectly polished shoes. He just chuckled softly and held you tighter, but still didn't say anything.

After that, you got a little more desperate.

You were standing beside him, trying to talk to one of the other guests, but you had no idea what they were talking about, and you didn't really care. Your hand wandered from his side, down to his hip, then further down to his ass. You gave it a little squeeze.

Elijah didn't even flinch.

He kept talking like nothing had happened, and you had no idea if you had managed to piss him off, or not.

That was until he excused the two of you and guided you away from the ballroom, his hand firm on your back, his smile gone, and his eyes dark and serious.

"Do you think you're funny?" Elijah asked, his voice low.

"Yes," you replied.

His hand was still light on the small of your back, but his fingers were pressing into your spine, forcing you to stand straight. His smile was still pleasant, but his lips were tight and his jaw was set.

You were in a quiet corridor, out of earshot of the other guests. He backed you up against the wall, his hands on your hips, holding you firmly in place.

"You have been acting out." His voice was still calm, but his tone was sharper, and you winced at his words. "You've been defiant, and rude, and you disobeyed me, and I'm beginning to suspect it's a deliberate choice."

He was right, it was deliberate, you wanted to piss him off, make him react. You liked pushing his buttons, but he was always so controlled, it was getting harder and harder to get a reaction from him.

You had this secret fantasy, to get Elijah so riled up that he would lose his cool and fuck you like an animal. To fight, and struggle, and have him pin you down, and take what was his. You had always felt safe with Elijah, he is your loving husband, he would never hurt you, but sometimes, when you were in the mood, you wanted to play rough.

And when you saw him in his perfectly tailored tux, you couldn't get the image out of your head. You needed it, so badly. You couldn't wait anymore, you were sick of him being so polite, composed, and controlled.

You wanted him to be rough, aggressive, and dominant. You wanted him to hold you down and have his way with you. You had discussed this fantasy with him before, and he'd been... not dismissive, per se, but not willing to fulfill it. He'd explained why, he was afraid he would hurt you. But you were no delicate flower; you were a vampire like him, and you could take a rough fucking.

"Yes, and?" You replied defiantly.

His eyebrows arched slightly and a slow smile spread across his face.

"Since you want to act like a child and play games, let's play one," His voice was steady and smooth, but the fire was in his eyes, and a thrill ran through your body. "You will run and hide, and I will come and find you, and when I catch you..." he leaned in, his mouth next to your ear, his breath hot on your skin, "I will have my way with you."

Your mouth went dry, and you could feel your heart pounding. You licked your lips.

"What do I get when I win?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"You won't," Elijah said matter-of-factly.

You stared at him for a moment, waiting for the inevitable 'but,' but it never came. You didn't have a chance of winning. He was faster and stronger than you, and you both knew it.

"3...2...1." His voice was soft and playful, and then you heard the sound of his feet as he rushed off.

You spun around and tried to catch him, but he was gone, and all you could see was a blur. You began to run, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you hurried through the compound.

You sped all the way back to the party, stopping suddenly when you entered the ballroom, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. You quickly fixed your dress and looked around. There was no sign of Elijah, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn't following you, maybe he was giving you a chance.

As you looked around the room, searching for a place that you could use to your advantage, you felt his warm hand on the small of your back. He pulled you against him, his hand sliding up and caressing the nape of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair.

"Behind you," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear, his other hand sliding around your waist. He pulled you flush against him, his hands roaming over your curves.

You pulled away from him and spun around but he had vanished. He was faster than you, his movements quicker, and you struggled to track him.

It was equally infuriating and arousing how he teased you, playing a cat and mouse game. He was having fun, and it made you want him even more.

The crowd of guests parted and you saw him, leaning against the far wall, a glass of champagne in his hand, his gaze fixed on you. You stared at him, daring him to approach you, but he didn't move. He was just grinning, his eyes sparkling as the music changed, and Elijah moved.

You watched him walk toward you, his steps confident, his shoulders squared, and a wicked smirk on his face. Then he was suddenly gone, and you gasped.

You searched the crowd frantically, but he was nowhere to be seen. He had disappeared again, and you knew it was futile to search for him. You knew he was watching, enjoying the chase.

"Just admit defeat and I'll go easy on you," his voice was a seductive whisper in your ear. You didn't know how he did that, and it sent a chill down your spine.

You swallowed hard, and looked around. He wasn't there, but you could still hear his voice, feel his breath on your skin.

"Or perhaps you want me to chase you, to hunt you down, and fuck you in front of all these people," he chuckled, and your face flushed, and your pulse quickened. "Maybe that's what you've been trying to accomplish."

"You think too highly of yourself," you retorted, hoping your voice sounded calmer than you felt.

"You look like you're talking to yourself in the middle of the ballroom," Elijah's voice was smooth, and he sounded like he was right behind you. You spun around, but he wasn't there. "You should be careful, or someone might think you're crazy."

You were growing tired of the chase; of Elijah's smugness. You were frustrated, and horny, and you were starting to hate him a little. You headed towards the stairs, deciding that you were going to lure him to a more private setting.

Just then you heard the sound of tapping against champagne flutes. Elijah was making his way to the stage, a microphone in his hand. He looked perfect, standing tall and proud, his smile wide and dazzling. You felt your heart race. You stood there, frozen, as Elijah addressed the guests.

"It's time for my wife and I to make a toast," he said, his voice deep and resonating. He looked at you, gesturing you to come to the stage. You felt everyone's eyes on you and you had no choice but to follow. He wrapped his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. 

"When I first met my wife," he said, his eyes focused on you, "I knew right away that she was the one." He smiled down at you, and you smiled back, a blush spreading across your cheeks. He pulled you closer, his fingers digging into your flesh. "She is the most beautiful, intelligent, and strong woman I have ever met. And now, after all this time, I'm more in love with her than I ever thought possible." He was looking deep into your eyes, and you felt your knees go weak. He pressed a gentle kiss on your lips, and you melted into him. "Happy anniversary my love,"

The crowd cheered and clapped, and the band started playing again. Elijah kissed your cheek, then whispered in your ear, "We're not done playing yet. Go and hide, and don't let me find you." His voice was a growl and his lips were hot on your ear. You pulled away and stared at him, your heart racing, and you saw a glint in his eye. He was still playing with you, and you were ready for him. You rushed off, and Elijah was once again chasing you.

You managed to make it to the top of the stairs, looking around frantically, trying to decide which way to go. You could feel his eyes on you, and it was making it difficult for you to focus.

You decided to turn left, and headed down the hall. As you turned the corner, you saw Elijah standing at the end of the hall, by the window, looking out. He turned and looked at you and you bolted in the other direction.

You heard him chuckle softly as you ran, and he followed close behind. You almost made it to the landing, but his strong arm snaked around your waist and hauled you backwards, you let out a squeak as he threw you over his shoulder and carried you down the hall.

"Let go of me," you demanded, trying to struggle out of his grasp.

He kicked open the door to the nearest bedroom, and stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Behave," he ordered, throwing you on the bed.

You glared at him, and sat up, you were not going to give in, not yet. He pushed you back down with one hand, the other undoing his tie and sliding it off.

The vision of him, his hair messy and his eyes wild, his jaw clenched, his hands working at the buttons of his shirt, was one that would be burned into your memory forever. It was the most erotic thing you had ever seen, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

He smiled, and slid his shirt off, and then undid his belt, pulling it free. He tossed it aside, and his hands went to the button and zipper of his pants.

"Take off your dress," he ordered.

"No."

He smirked, and grabbed the fabric in the center of the dress, and yanked. It ripped apart easily, and he tossed the ruined garment aside.

"It wasn't a request," he growled, pushing his pants down, and stepping out of them.

He grabbed your thighs, and yanked them apart, and crawled up on the bed between them. His hands moved up to your waist, and he pulled you closer, his lips crashing against yours.

You melted under him, and his tongue parted your lips, seeking yours. You moaned as he kissed you, and you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.

"You have been so naughty," he murmured, pulling away, and looking down at you. "And I have been patient, I've given you plenty of chances to stop, and now you've reached your last warning."

He pulled back, and his hand came up to cup your face.

"Be a good girl and apologize," he purred.

"Fuck off." You replied defiantly.

He growled and pulled you up, flipping you over and yanking your hips up, his fangs sunk into your ass, making you cry out.

"Say you're sorry," he growled, licking the bite.

"Never," you hissed, pushing back against him.

"You are such a brat," he chuckled, grabbing your hair and pulling it, making you arch your back.

He grabbed his tie, wrapping it around your neck and using it as a leash, pulling you back against him, his hand reaching down to your panties. His fingers gently rubbing over the wet fabric, a stark contrast to his rough grip on your neck.

"These are a little wet, my love," he teased, sliding a finger underneath the material, and running it along your slit.

"Shut up." You hissed, your legs shaking, and your pussy aching.

"What was that?" He growled, pulling the tie tighter, forcing your head back so it was resting on his chest. He looked down at your desperate expression, your cheeks flushed and your lips swollen, and licked his lips.

He pushed you back down onto the bed, pressing your face into the mattress, and slid the panties off, tossing them aside. He let out a low, satisfied moan, as he got a view of your perfect, dripping cunt.

"Looks like I've found the perfect punishment," he purred, sliding his hands over your ass, squeezing the flesh.

He reached over to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. Then he flipped you over onto your back, and pulled you to the edge of the bed, and spread your legs, exposing your glistening pussy.

"You can beg all you want," he said, spreading the lube over his fingers. "But until I think you're sincere, I won't fuck your pretty little pussy."

"I hate you," you spat, as his fingers slid over your ass, coating it with lube.

"I love you, too," he replied, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

He pushed one finger into your tight asshole, making you gasp.

"Hmm, when was the last time I fucked this hole?" He asked, slowly pumping his finger in and out. "Must have been a few months ago, it's very tight."

"Please," you whimpered, as his fingers stretched your hole.

"You'll have to do better than that, darling," he purred, adding another finger, stretching your hole further. His hand came down hard and smacked your thigh, leaving a red handprint behind.

"Fuck you," you growled.

He chuckled, and pulled his fingers out, and lubed up his cock, stroking it.

"Oh, I plan on it."

He leaned down, and pushed the head of his cock into your ass, and then stopped, a smug smile on his face.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He said, his voice low and dangerous. "You wanted me to lose control, to fuck you like an animal."

You tried to wriggle free, but he had you pinned. He was stronger than you, and he knew it. He grabbed your throat and squeezed, cutting off your air.

"Well, here we are." He growled, pushing his cock deeper into your ass, until his balls were pressed against your skin.

He wound the tie around his fist, pulling it towards him, and used it as a leash, dragging your neck upwards, forcing you to look at where you were connected. His other hand reached down, and rubbed your clit, his thumb swirling around it.

"Please," you moaned, and his hand came down again, and smacked your pussy.

"What was that, darling?" He teased, his fingers rubbing circles around your clit, as his cock twitched in your ass.

"Please fuck me, I need you," you whimpered, your pussy throbbing.

He began to move his hips, the muscles in his stomach tensing as he pounded your ass.

"Such a good girl," he moaned, his hand coming up and smacking your face. "You're being such a good little whore, taking my cock in your ass."

You opened your mouth to say something, but his fingers slid into your mouth, causing you to gag and choke.

"Don't worry, I'm going to fuck that pretty little pussy soon," he moaned, his pace quickening, as his hips slapped against yours. "I could never deny my wife such pleasure."

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, and slid his hand down your body, his fingers dancing over your skin, and then slipping inside your cunt.

"Such a beautiful pussy." His voice was thick, and he licked his lips. "And it's all mine."

He was completely in control, and he was enjoying every second of it. The look on his face made you ache. He was so beautiful, and powerful and you loved it. Your whole world narrowed to the sensations his skilled fingers and his thick cock were drawing out of you.

He pulled on the tie, restricting your breathing, and the feeling sent a surge of arousal straight to your core. He pushed his fingers deep inside you and rubbed his palm against your clit, and you writhed beneath him, moaning and gasping. Elijah watched your every expression, pushing you right up to the edge of release and then he pulled away, leaving you glaring up at him in frustration.

"If you behaved tonight, I would let you cum," He cooed, before releasing the tie and sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, watching you with amusement.

"Now you will have to wait for my permission," He smirked. "Come and ride your husband's cock."

You glared at him, but obediently did what you were told, you were too pent up to not accept the compromise. You crawled up the bed, and straddled him. Elijah looked up at you with a smile, his dark eyes sparkling, the lines around his eyes deepening. His arms came around you and slid up your back as he kissed you, teasing your mouth with his tongue. You relaxed into him, and returned his passion, but he caught your hands before you could put them to good use. 

"Turn around, my love. I want you to sit on my cock with that pretty ass of yours." He commanded.

You swallowed and nodded. You rotated yourself, placing your knees either side of his thighs, and rose up onto your knees. His large hands went to your ass, kneading the plump flesh, and spreading it wide. You lowered yourself carefully, moaning as his cock eased into your pussy. You sank all the way down, until your thighs were touching his, your soft rear pressed against his body. 

Elijah groaned and his fingers dug in. You placed your hands on his thighs and began to rock your hips, sliding up and down his length, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body. His cock filled you up perfectly, and you were soon riding him fast, desperately chasing the orgasm that he had denied you.

He watched the way you bounced, the way your ass cheeks jiggled, the way your wetness coated his cock, the way your body reacted to him. He was hypnotized, his eyes glued to your every movement. It was in these moments he couldn't believe you were actually his wife, that this wasn't a dream. He saw how much you wanted and needed him and it thrilled him beyond words.

It wasn't just the sex. It was the way you'd react to little things. How you would blush at even the smallest gestures, the way you gasped when his fingertips would graze the small of your back as he leaned in close, or the soft little moans you would make when he kissed and touched you, it made his heart ache with love and desire.

You were his drug and he was hopelessly addicted, the chase, the hunt, the thrill was not just pleasurable, it was sustenance. Every time he took you it made him a stronger, more confident, more capable man. And when you would moan his name? He was lost. Utterly lost.

His tie was still hanging off your neck, the fabric moving back and forth against your back with each movement. His fingers danced up your spine and he wrapped the tie around his fist and used it to pull you against his chest.

"Aren't you forgetting something," He grinned, licking the shell of your ear, making you shiver. "Don't I deserve an apology for your behavior from earlier?"

"Not a fucking chance," you hissed, and tried pull away but he pulled tighter and pushed deeper.

"Wrong answer." He chuckled darkly, letting go of the tie and pushing you forward with such force your hands came off his thighs and pressed into the bed, stopping yourself from falling face-first into the sheets. You looked back at him with a glare, but he just laughed and shook his head. His strong hands dug into your hips, and he began to thrust his hips hard, the smacks of his skin against yours echoing in the large bedroom. You reached back, needing to touch him, to get some purchase but he wasn't having it.

He could see that you were panting, trying desperately to stay afloat in the ocean of ecstasy he was drowning you in. But the real reward was listening to the desperate sounds escaping your mouth. You loved this, you wanted him to be rough with you and he decided to take it a step further.

Elijah let go of your hips and you immediately got off his lap and started to climb up the bed to escape but his reflexes were far better than yours. He yanked you back by your thighs and you kicked your legs to get free but that only served to egg him on. 

"I've told you to behave." He warned in a low, seductive voice.

You felt the pull of his tie again, and he yanked you backwards, positioning you so that you were on all fours. You gasped as he pushed your knees together, then he slammed his cock inside you, the angle hitting a spot that made you see stars, his other hand wrapping the tie around his fist. He used the leverage to pound into you, the bed slamming against the wall, and the sounds of his groans making you clench around him.

"Elijah," you moaned his name, your hands fisting the sheets, you were almost there, you were so close to sweet release.

You knew this game very well and you played along perfectly, whimpering and mewling as his cock stroked every inch of you. Your sweet sounds fueling him as he continued to ravage your soft cunt. 

"Such an insufferable tease." He groaned. He let go of the tie and tangled his fingers in your hair, pushing your head down into the mattress.

He was completely lost in the moment, his control completely shattered. Your words, and actions, had snapped the reins, and he was letting himself go, to his deepest, most primal, instincts. He gave your hair a hard tug, the way you liked, and your back arched involuntarily, causing him to pound into you even harder.

"That's right, beautiful wife," he cooed. "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

You nodded, unable to form any words, your brain overwhelmed by the sensations. You could hardly breathe, your mind a clouded mess. He pulled you up, holding you by the jaw and pressing his fingers into your mouth, making you gag.

"Beg me," he snarled. "Beg me to let you cum."

You tried to form the words, but he was holding you so tightly, his cock thrusting into you so roughly, that all you could do was moan. Your eyes rolled back in your head, drool dribbling out of your mouth, the sounds of your garbled speech muffled by his fingers.

"That's it," he whispered, his lips against the shell of your ear.

"Cum for me, sweetheart."

His voice broke through the fog, and the moment his permission was given, you felt your body convulse, the intense pleasure coursing through your veins, sending you into an orgasm that was so powerful it made your limbs go numb. You collapsed forward, but Elijah held you upright. Your muscles had given out, the pleasure was so overwhelming that you couldn't even muster the energy to keep yourself propped up. All you could do was moan softly and let him continue to fuck you senseless.

He pulled his hand away from your mouth and grabbed your hips, pulling them back into his thrusts, using your spent body for his own pleasure. He was close, his movements becoming erratic, his hips snapping, his nails digging into your skin.

He let out a long, low, groan as his cock throbbed, filling you with his warm cum. He thrust a few more times, emptying himself inside you, and then slowly pulled out, letting you fall on to the bed. 

He leaned over you, gently removing the tie and kissing along your spine, his hands softly rubbing the marks he had left on your body.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his tone soft.

"I'm ok" you sighed. "But my ass is not happy with you."

Elijah chucked and propped your hips up a little, licking a stripe from the cleft of your ass, all the way up to the back of your neck. You shivered, goosebumps erupting on your skin, you felt his hands on your hips and he quickly turned you over, making you squeak in surprise.

He kissed his way down your body, stopping to worship each of your breasts, and then moving down to your pussy. He spread your legs and ran his tongue over your slit, collecting his own cum that had begun to trickle out of you.

"Eli," you whined.

He hummed in response, and his tongue pushed deeper, lapping at your cunt, swirling around your sensitive clit. He was being gentle, his tongue teasing, his fingers rubbing soft circles into the skin of your hips.

You were perfect, his angel, his darling, his beautiful wife, and he had been so rough with you, he couldn't help but try and make up for it. He knew that you could take him, that you loved the rough sex as much as he did, but still, he always felt bad afterwards.

He could never stay rough for too long and tended to give into your soft whining, caresses and sweet kisses. It was why you were his wife, no one had the sort of power over him the way you did, and you both knew it. And there was truly nowhere else he would rather be, then between your legs.

He loved the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair, the way your thighs shook around his head, the way you clenched around his tongue, the sounds of your soft moans and whimpers. It was music to his ears, and he couldn't get enough of it.

"We taste like a dream," he murmured, licking his lips.

You chuckled, and then gasped when his tongue flicked over your clit, making your legs spasm.

"So sensitive," he purred, and then sucked the little bud between his lips, his fingers digging into your skin.

He could feel the pull of your hand, and he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours, the pupils blown wide. He crawled over your body, and lowered his lips to yours, kissing you deeply.

You moaned softly, tasting the two of you together, and he groaned in response, his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling at the strands.

"That's what we taste like, baby," he growled, his tongue plunging into your mouth. His lips wet and messy, his hands roaming over your body, his hips grinding against yours.

"It's so good, isn't it?"

"Yes," you gasped.

"I love it when you're covered in my cum," he murmured, his lips ghosting over your collarbone. "When your pretty little pussy is full of me, when I can smell myself all over you."

You bit your bottom lip, and let your eyes slide closed, taking in the scent of his skin, the feel of his lips, the way he was rocking against you. He was teasing you, and you wanted it, you wanted his cock to stretch and fill you again and again until you were delirious with pleasure. You'd never known someone who could turn you into this wreck so completely and efficiently, but here you were again.

"Stop talking," you whimpered, grabbing hold of his hair.

"Sorry baby." He mumbled against your throat, leaving open mouth kisses along your skin. "Are you ready for me to fuck you again, my gorgeous wife."

"Yes, fuck yes.." You moaned as you lifted your hips and wrapped your legs around him. He slowly pushed his cock back into your pussy, watching as you arched and moaned under him.

"Do you think I can fuck you till dawn?" He purred, pressing soft kisses against your neck. "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby, to be filled up all night?"

You hummed in response and he slowed down a bit, giving you deep, long slow strokes, taking his time, and enjoying the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him. He loved watching you come undone, to hear the moans and whimpers of delight fall from your lips, to know that it was because of him and only him.

This time he would make love to his wife, for however long she wanted, until morning if necessary. Because how could he not? When every look, every breath and every sound was the manifestation of a desperate plea, how was a husband to deny such a desire from a woman as beautiful, as delicate and yet as stubborn and as irresistible as you.

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[mythicmanuscripts]

Hey 🙋‍♀️,

First of all I LOVE your writing! It feels so wholesome. It's great. So I thought I could leave my two cents here maybe.

So the idea is Aegon is very happy, that his partner accepts him beeing a sub and that he loves their softdom side and he starts to build a healthier lifestyle all together. But Aegon thinks he has to brat to keep things interessting for his partner, even though he wants nothing more than beeing praised and be called a good boy. And maybe he had a bad day and breaks down and tells his partner, that he can't brat for them today and they are confused, becaus they never expected him to do it in the first place, just thought he was into it.

And then he notices, that his partner is not his mother. They will praise him, just because he tries and does not expect him to be perfect or anything and he really realises just how safe the safe space with them really is.

I just wanne cuddle the puppy and call him good boy. I'll be honest.

Again I love your writing. So do with that what you want, or dont, if this is not your cup of tea. Thats fine.

I'm happy you're back. Lots of Love. 🥰

Oh good lord I love this.

Sub!aegon below the cut with some non-explicit NSFW themes :))

My immediate thought is that I think this most likely stemmed from how in his childhood he learnt that a) he couldn't do anything right and that b) if he acted out then he'd get some attention. He could never seem to get positive attention, could never be good enough for praise. He used to try so hard to meet his mother's expectations and when he never could, she'd just ignore him or give him another task without acknowledging all the work he had done trying to meet her previous expectation.

But... when he misbehaved? Then he'd have both his parents storming into his room. Yes they were telling him off and criticising him, but he didnt invisible. It often felt like if he did something right no one bothered to even glance at him, so he'd rather do something more fun and have everyone working with him, even if they were working to punish him.

When he marries you, he expects you to either see him as a burden or barely see him at all. But you're nothing like that.

The first thing you do that makes him pause is when you actually just ask him about his day? The marriage is arranged of course, but you want to make the best of it. And when you discover how he lights up when you speak with him, and how gently excited he seems when you compliment him, you start to realise that maybe this could be something more than just politics.

Aegon falls into the submissive position so easily with you. There's something about the gentle yet firm way you speak to him that makes his little mind shut off. He relaxes with you, tells you how he feels, even dares to try and please you.

He loves being your good boy, loves seeing your smile and knowing he's making you happy. He'd be with you every second of every day if he could. You're the only person who doesn't make him feel stupid, and not only that, you're also the only person who can guide him without making him feel belittled. When he asks his mother or small counsel for advice they tend to scoff and seem disappointed that he didn't know the answer to his question already. But with you, you just smile and help him, and if you dont know then you take him to the maesters' rooms and try to find out together. He just loves how easy it all is.

At first he used to talk back and disobey to get your attention. But once he realises he gets far more of your time by being good, then he dives right back into being your good boy.

The issues start to occur when he's been good with you for so long that you start to predict what he's doing? You walk into your chambers to find a pretty flower on your nightstand for the third time that week, and while of course you thank him, you add, "Again? Well I'm awfully lucky." You say it off handedly, and you really are touched by the flower he left you. He seems quieter that evening but not so out of character that you get worried.

Then a few days later you're sitting by the fireplace in your chambers, reading a book when he comes in. He kneels at your feet, really wanting to relax and feel your hands playing with his hair. You do it of course, and you tell him how pretty he is. But you also comment that you should get a thicker carpet if he's going to be kneeling often for the sake of his knees.

To him, things like those comments suggest you're getting bored with him? Growing up he always had to switch out tactics the moment someone realised what he was going because once they knew, they'd always just use it against him or ignore him. If he was predictable, then no one would need to actually come find him and watch him because they'd all know what he was doing already.

Of course you don't mean it like that, but he doesn't know that. How could he possibly know that when he's been so used to the other way?

He has always been a bit of a brat with you, but that seemed to fizzle out quickly as he got comfortable. You're surprised when suddenly is returns, and even more surprised when suddenly Aegon is not only breaking his rules but almost gloating?

Aegon isn't allowed to drink more than two cups of wine if you arent with him. It's a rule that at first he didnt like but he grew to genuinely love. It was hard turning down the third glass, but not hard enough that he would break his rules. He'd feel genuinely proud of himself when he sees you afterwards and tells you how good he was.

So when he comes to you and tells you he had five cups of wine, you're honestly much more worried than you are angry. You don't understand what on earth made him break that rule. But, you have the rules for a reason and you follow through. He gets his punishment and then it's over.

He wants so badly to beg for forgiveness and ask for help and promise to never disobey you again. But he's scared that if he does that then you'll once again start to know what he's doing.

He starts to yoyo from good boy to absolute brat every few weeks, and you're getting concerned.

It all comes to a head one night when he retires to bed late and had been told off by several small council members that day. He wants to badly to just fall to his knees and ask for guidance, to let his mind turn off and let you guide him. But he did that two nights ago, and he doesn't think you'd be happy with that again.

So he tries to be cheeky and bratty and tries to talk back to you. Only he can barely even finish his first sentence before tears are gathering in his eyes and he's begging for forgiveness. You're very confused about what he's sorry for but he's in no state to tell you, so you just comfort him and hold him and kiss his head and promise him that you'll help him work out whatever is going on.

It's that last part that makes the damn break. He starts mumbling about how you can't help him work through this because he's not able to do what he's supposed to, how you're going to get bored of him soon but he just couldnt take having to disobey you.

Of course you set him straight and tell him that you love him, and that you'd never want him to force himself into something just to please you, you won't allow it.

He's so relieved when he hears that, so much so that he sort of just collapses against you, looking up at you with wide, misty eyes that show you how much he just wants to listen to you.

He's your good boy after all.

[lost-in-thoughts03]

Unchained Melody || Hwang Jun-ho

Summary: Your friends just want you to reconnect with nature again. They dragged you into the pottery studio, where you met your handsome tutor for the day.

Warnings: Au, light, tension, kissing, teasing, flirting

You didn’t even have time to argue. The four of them had already Venmo-ed the entrance fee before you could fake a cough or sprain an ankle.

“ Come on.” Jun-hee grinned.

“ It’s either clay or chiropractor. Pick your poison.” Hyun-ju added.

And now, here you are—walking through the rustic wooden archway into a peaceful little pottery haven that smells like earth, lavender, and faint judgment.

The four of you stop dead in your tracks.

“ Wait...we get to make those?” Sae-byeok’s eyes are wide as she points to a line of gorgeously crafted ceramic pieces. “ I thought we were just painting some mugs.”

Your friends are practically vibrating with excitement. You? Not so much. Still, you're here. You pay your fee, get a little welcome badge, and then—plot twist—you find out the place runs on a private tutorial system.

One person.

One room.

One-on-one.

You give your friends a look that clearly says traitors, but they only giggle and vanish behind their assigned doors like they’ve just walked into some spiritual clay utopia.

Your palms are sweating before you even knock.

Inside, the room is warm—sunlight slipping in through a window, a pottery wheel at the center, and your tutor wiping his hands on a cloth as he turns to face you.

“ Hey there.” He gives you a small smile and a little wave. “ I’m Hwang Jun-ho. I’ll be your guide into the world of ceramics today.”

He’s...wow. Tall. Built like a Korean drama action hero on his day off. He’s wearing a denim jumper rolled down to his waist, revealing a black tank top hugging his toned frame. Your brain freezes for a full two seconds.

You wave back with what you hope is not a trembling hand. “ Hi. I’m...uh, I’m here against my will.”

Jun-ho laughs, a low, easy sound. “ Claynapped by your friends?”

“ Exactly. I’m an accounting consultant. This is definitely not in my quarterly plan.”

“ Well, then.” He says, smirking a little as he pulls out a chair for you, “ Let’s make sure the trauma is minimal.”

You sit, trying not to visibly flinch when he takes his seat—right behind you.

Your back stiffens.

“ I’m going to guide your hands.” He says gently. “ Just follow my lead.”

Sure. Easy. Except it isn’t. The moment his warm hands cover yours, you swear your heart lurches into your throat.

He’s close. Like, close-close. You can feel the strength in his chest press lightly against your back, the warmth of his breath brushing your temple.

" Relax your shoulders.” He murmurs. " You're tensing up like I'm about to arrest you."

You laugh—awkward, high-pitched. “ Is that the cop part of your resume talking?”

“ Maybe.” He chuckles. “ But only if the clay misbehaves.”

He helps guide your fingers over the spinning mound of clay. It wobbles. You panic. The shape...well, it starts to resemble something not safe for work.

Jun-ho raises an eyebrow. “ Creative interpretation?”

You clear your throat, cheeks burning. “ Abstract modernism?”

He flicks his fingers beside your ear, and you jump.

“ Focus.” He teases, his tone soft but playful. “ Let’s try again.”

You nod, determined to not make an accidental ceramic scandal. His hands stay on top of yours, his touch firm but steady.

But every time his fingers curl slightly, or his breath tickles your cheek, your brain short-circuits again. This time, you manage to form something that actually resembles a bowl. Kind of. Maybe a squashed one.

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “ Much better. You’re starting to get it.”

And then his hands trail down your arms—slow, lingering—before he pulls away. “ You’ve got the hang of it now.”

But you’re barely breathing.

As you shape another lump of clay, you feel something: a finger tracing a slow, lazy circle on your arm.

Goosebumps.

“ You’re doing great.” Jun-ho says, his voice lower now.

“ Just...keep going.”

You’re trying. Really. But he leans in again, breathes warmly against your skin—and before you can stop him, his lips graze your neck.

You gasp.

Your hands falter. The pot flattens again. He chuckles near your ear.

“ Oops…” He says, with absolutely zero remorse.

“ Guess you’ll just have to make another.”

You look at him, flustered, trying not to melt into the chair. “ You’re doing that on purpose.”

He lifts one brow. “ Am I? Or are you just easily distracted?”

You try to come up with a snarky reply, but your brain has officially left the building.

And as he resets the wheel for another round, you can’t help but think—whether you came here willingly or not, this might just turn into the most memorable day you’ve had in a long, long time.

You’re supposed to be focusing on the clay.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, anyway, even as your mind spirals and your heart hammers against your ribs like it’s trying to escape.

The room suddenly feels smaller, warmer. The soft hum of the pottery wheel is the only sound between you and Jun-ho—until he speaks again, his voice smooth, low, and just a little amused.

" You’re quiet now."

You swallow. “ Trying to concentrate.”

“ Hmm…” He murmurs, stepping behind you again.

“ Funny. You were talking just fine until I got too close.”

And there it is. That teasing tone. You don’t need to see him to feel the smirk tugging at his lips.

He reaches around you once more, his hands lightly dusted with clay as they settle over yours. His touch is firmer this time—not instructing, exactly, but guiding, his body brushing against yours like it’s intentional now.

“ You’re tense again.” He whispers, closer than before. His breath dances against your jaw. “ Want to know a trick?”

You nod—wordlessly, because speaking might betray just how breathless you are.

“ Don’t think so much.” He says, guiding your fingers to dip into the clay, shaping its edges.

“ Just feel it.”

Easy for him to say.

You’re doing your best not to combust.

You focus on the spin of the wheel, on the texture between your fingers—but he leans closer, one arm sliding across your stomach to steady the bowl forming under your hands.

His palm presses lightly against your side, anchoring you, while the other stays atop your own.

You shiver.

“ You okay?” He asks, voice rougher now.

“ I—yeah.” You manage, barely.

But you’re not. Not when his thumb starts to make slow circles over your wrist, not when his nose grazes the curve of your neck like he’s testing the air, not when his voice drops another octave.

“ You’re doing so well.” He says. “ You learn fast.”

You feel the flush crawling up your neck, your chest.

“ It helps when the teacher is…very hands-on.”

He chuckles, a low, warm sound right by your ear. “ I could be more hands-on, if that’s what you need.”

Your breath catches.

The bowl starts to wobble again and he grabs your wrists gently, steadying them, steadying you. His hands are warm, fingers splayed over yours. He doesn’t pull away. Neither do you.

“ Careful.” He says, but he’s not talking about the clay anymore.

His fingers trail up your arm again, slower this time. Measured. Testing. You feel your skin light up under his touch, pulse fluttering everywhere at once.

“ I think we should start a new pot.” He murmurs, barely audible now. “ The first one got a little...distracted.”

You turn slightly, just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. He’s closer than ever, his eyes locked on yours, dark and unreadable. The air between you is thin, stretched tight like the edge of a wire.

“ And if I get distracted again?” You whisper.

Jun-ho’s lips curl into a smirk.

“ Then I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing.” He says.

“ Over and over…until it sticks.”

Your eyes flicker to his mouth—and just for a second, it feels like gravity shifts. Like the entire world narrows to the space between you.

His hand lifts, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your cheek.

The pottery wheel is still spinning, but neither of you moves.

Not yet.

…

It’s your third failed attempt.

The clay droops. Again. Limp and lifeless. It looks like something you'd be arrested for displaying in public. You groan in utter defeat, slumping forward.

Jun-ho laughs—open, full-bodied, dangerously charming.

Then you feel it.

His chin settles lightly on your shoulder, and his arms slip around you, caging you in without resistance. Solid, warm, and all muscle.

You’re trapped—but in the kind of way that makes your breath hitch and your brain short-circuit.

“ You know…” He murmurs against your ear, his voice rough with amusement.

“ You’re the only customer who’s ever made this job feel like chaos and comedy…all rolled into one.”

You tilt your head slightly, and your nose brushes his. The air crackles.

He doesn’t move.

Doesn’t release you.

Just stay there—close enough for you to feel the faintest brush of his breath.

“ I should probably let you go.” He says.

But he doesn’t.

And neither do you.

Your eyes meet. For a moment, everything softens. You scan his face—up close now—the slight crinkle at the edge of his eyes, the way his lashes lower as he watches you like he’s trying to memorize every detail.

His gaze drops.

You follow it.

He’s looking at your lips.

You feel the flicker of tension ripple down your spine the second his tongue slips out to wet his own bottom lip. Then he bites it—lightly, like he’s holding something back.

" You’re really tempting, you know that?" He says quietly.

You can’t speak.

You barely breathe.

His voice lowers, almost a growl now. “ Can I kiss you?”

You nod so fast it’s embarrassing.

He smiles—slow, hungry, and amused—and without wasting another second, he leans in and takes.

The kiss is immediate and all-consuming. Warm lips. Firm pressure. No hesitation. His hand moves to the small of your back, drawing you closer, and your fingers find their way to his shoulders—his neck—his hair.

Your body shifts before you can think about it. You turn in his lap, sliding your legs over his thighs, straddling him without breaking the kiss. His hands settle on your hips like he’s done this a hundred times, like your body just belongs there.

You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as he deepens the kiss—messy, heated, slow but desperate like you’ve both been holding back for far too long.

The pottery wheel is still spinning somewhere in the background, utterly forgotten.

Then—

The door swings open.

Your friends: Sae-byeok, Jun-hee, and Hyun-ju, all standing there with their jaws on the floor.

You freeze.

Jun-ho doesn’t.

He catches you easily when you nearly slide off him in shock, his arm instinctively tightening around your waist. You duck behind him in a rush, cheeks on fire, while your friends howl.

“ Oh my GOD—”

“ Get it, girl!”

“ Is THIS the tutorial?!”

“ Do we get that kind of class too?!”

Jun-ho tilts his head back toward you, utterly unbothered, and winks.

“ Looks like you just earned extra credit.”

You smack his arm, mortified. He only grins, wide and unrepentant, then leans down like he’s about to kiss you again just to make your friends squeal louder.

And in that moment, even through your embarrassment and the teasing echoing through the room—you can’t help but laugh.

Because honestly? You’re so glad they dragged you here.

Clay-covered hands. Failed pots. A ridiculous amount of blushing. And a dangerously good-looking pottery instructor who just made you forget your own name.

Best “nature reconnection” ever.

[yakiimo-satsu]

When You Come Home Late

Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro

Kiryu Kazuma

After Kiryu said he wanted to open an orphanage in Okinawa, you immediately quit your job in Tokyo without hesitation and moved to Okinawa with him and Haruka.

Once you settled in Okinawa, you quickly found a job there. So, you told Kiryu that from then on, you would work to support the family while he would be a stay-at-home husband. Kiryu hesitated at first, but realizing how difficult it would be to both work and manage the orphanage, he eventually agreed.

Adjusting to the new environment was tough at first. Everything had to be restarted—it felt like losing a game save file and having to replay from the beginning. There were times when you couldn’t help but feel discouraged. But after a long day at work, coming home to the sight of the Morning Glory Orphanage children rushing to greet you made you think, "Ah… it’s all worth it!" And most importantly, Kiryu was there too, cooking dinner and waiting for your return.

Kiryu soon adapted to his role as a househusband, and you got used to your new job. Everything seemed to be moving in a wonderful direction.

However—one night, you came home late after drinking with coworkers. It was past midnight when you returned, expecting everyone to be asleep. But the moment you stepped into the genkan, the lights suddenly turned on. There sat Kiryu on a chair, arms crossed, his face completely devoid of a smile. Just like a housewife staying up late waiting for her husband—except the roles were entirely reversed.

"...I'm home." you said guiltily as you took off your shoes. The air was thick with an unspoken tension. Kiryu remained silent, his usually gentle eyes slightly narrowed.

"Why are you back so late?" Kiryu finally spoke, his voice low.

"Sorry, there was a department gathering today. Everyone kept pushing drinks, and I couldn’t leave early…" You kept your head down like a child caught misbehaving by their mother, voice tinged with remorse.

"At least you could’ve called or sent a message."

"I’m sorry…" If Kiryu kept scolding you any longer, you might’ve ended up bowing so low your forehead touched the floor.

"I was worried. I thought something might’ve happened to you." His tone softened slightly, though a hint of reproach remained. "Haruka and the kids waited until nine. I had to put them to bed after that."

"...I’ll make sure to contact you next time," you whispered, stealing a glance at him. "I’m really sorry."

Kiryu didn’t respond. Instead, he slowly stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow over you before pulling you into a tight embrace. "Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you came back safe."

In that moment, you suddenly understood—the warmth of "home" wasn’t just about lively welcomes. It was also about someone leaving the light on for you, stubbornly waiting, worrying about your safety.

The next day, you secretly stocked the fridge with Kiryu’s favorite beer and bought premium wagyu beef as an apology. That night’s dinner was sukiyaki.

Majima Goro

"Finally decided to come back, huh?"

Majima's voice came from the living room, accompanied by heavy, thudding footsteps—as if he was struggling to suppress some emotion. His steps were quick, almost striding toward you in large strides. When he stopped right in front of you, the smile that had been on his face vanished without a trace, instantly chilling the air around you.

"What were you doing out at this hour?" Unlike his usual cheerful tone, his low, dark voice sent a cold sweat down your back. "Not even a single message. Must’ve been having a real good time, huh? Yeah?"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locking onto you. That single eye of his, usually full of amusement, now carried a sharpness that left you nowhere to hide. You knew he wasn’t actually trying to scare you—he was making an effort to keep his voice down, trying to express his unease and worry in the gentlest way possible. But the height difference, the way he loomed over you, still left you frozen stiff.

This… this feels like a prelude to getting a finger chopped off…

"I-I forgot to check in, I’m sorry… but work was really—"

Hearing your stammered excuse, Majima fell silent for a few seconds before letting out a long sigh. His shoulders relaxed slightly, and the tension in his expression gradually softened.

"You had me worried sick!" His tone instantly shifted back to that familiar, lively cadence, a familiar grin tugging at his lips. "Get yer ass inside!"

Seeing him return to his usual self, you finally let out a quiet sigh of relief. The weight in your chest lightened as his smile dispelled some of the tension—but at the same time, you silently swore to yourself that next time, you’d definitely remember to check in. You’d never let him worry like this again.

[catpriciousmarjara]

Dp x Dc fic idea

Part 2

So I've been re-watching Yu Yu Hakusho lately and was struck with an idea. What if there was a tradition in the Infinite Realms that the Ghost King would conduct a multiverse level fighting tournament? It probably started as control measure of some sort or stress relief for extremely powerful beings and the Ghost King is the only one who's true neutral enough to judge and powerful enough to kick their asses if they misbehave.

And the final prize is that the Ghost King would grant you a wish? As well as one time access to Zeroth Hour? And that's a reward no one can resist.

I'm imagining a scenario where Darksied or something was gearing up to once again invade Earth, and the JL and affiliated all prepared to defend the planet but before the attack could be launched, a green blob appeared right in front of Darkseid and somehow it actually makes the tyrant flinch. That made everyone pay attention. And then the blob announces the beginning of the tournament and Darkseid promptly packs up and leaves, leaving the heroes dumbfounded.

So something like this:

The air was rife with tension. All eyes were on Metropolis, at the gaping maw of the portal opening right above the city. The forces of Apokolips were once again invading. Darkseid had declared war.

Earth's heroes stood grim, ready to give their lives in defence of the planet. Their gazes were fixed on Darkseid, standing in front of his army, surveying his opponents. His general stood behind him, primed for combat.

Abruptly the pressure doubled, and the heroes tensed, readying for battle.

Darkseid raised his left hand, to light the spark of war. But before he could bring it down, the space between the two factions, right there in the middle, twisted.

And from the distortion, a titanic, green, humanoid...blob appeared.

The heroes stared. The New Gods stared. The creature did not stare, as it had no eyes, nor did it care.

It then spoke, with a solid, booming voice completely incongruous with its make.

"Uxas of Apokolips!"

The heroes watched in bafflement as their greatest foe jolted.

"The Infinite Realms hereby declares the beginning of the Grand Tourney. You are cordially invited to participate on behalf of Apokolips."

Among the Earth forces, one John Constantine felt dread overcome his body as he realized what exactly was happening. Shit, was it that time of the millennium already?

Captain Marvel seemed to be on the same vein of thought as the Wisdom of Solomon as well as the knowledge of his predecessors filled him in on what was going on.

The Dark members in the know had similar reactions. All across the planet, and in the dimension, magical entities who had tuned into watch the fatal confrontation, felt excitement racing through them as they realized what this meant. Other beings? Not so much.

Batman was cataloguing these strange turn of events carefully. Superman was puzzled but still held himself ready. Green Lantern was trying to figure out why exactly his ring was behaving strangely and giving out sparks. Martian Manhunter was analyzing the curious psionic readings he was getting from the creature.

Wonder Woman and Aquaman however had the dawning expression of recognition on their faces, which did not go unnoticed by their Gothamite colleague.

Surprisingly the Flash was looking at the creature as if it wasn't the first time he saw it. That too was noted by the Dark Knight.

On the Apokolips side however, there were no signs of puzzlement. Instead it looked like excitement was spreading like wildfire through the army, and even Darkseid looked eager.

The creature took note of none of these developments and continued.

"The first event is the Great Hunt. As an invited participant, a hint would be provided to you should you accept".

It bent its great, gelatinous head towards the Apokoliptian ruler.

"Do you accept, Uxas of Apokolips?"

In response, Darkseid stepped forward. "I accept."

And in a flash, before the New God appeared a pitch black card, and the creature announced, "Uxas, Ruler of Apokolips, Participant Number R813."

It straightened to its full height. "Your first hint is on Apokolips, young ruler."

And the next second it was gone, with the same exact warping of space it had come from.

The two factions were left alone, sans eldritch green goop.

Most of the heroes had one thought: What the fuck just happened and did the green goop thing call Darkseid young?"

Darkseid did not waste anytime however. He turned to his army and ordered, "Retreat!"

And just like that the great army filtered back through the portal they had come from, and the mortals heroes of Earth watched, perplexed. They still held themselves at the ready, in case this was all a ploy of some sort, and half of them believed it was. After all, what could make an obsessive tyrant like Darkseid turn back?

A good portion of the heroes were trying to figure out what the Grand Tourney the creature had mentioned was.

And those in the know? Well they knew chaos was incoming.

The portal closed and just like that, Earth lived to see another day. Via interruption by magical goop.

..............................................................................................................................

And there you have it! Personally I think a scenario like this is hilarious. Imagine you're on the battlefield, facing a gargantuan, godly army, readying yourself for a battle that could kill you. And then the battle was cancelled cause your opponent had somewhere urgent to be.

I don't have a clear cut idea on what Zeroth Hour is beyond it being a great timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly thing, so any ideas are welcome.

The Tourney only happens once every 100,000 years, and it takes place across the omniverse, on different terrains, different timelines, different dimensions and so on. The card that Darkseid got acts as an access key to tournament sites he doesn't normally have access to. The card also monitors participants and is programmed to hell and back to not allow the participants to misuse it. There are dire consequences if you do.

There are 14 stages in total, and the final, combat stage is conducted in a ever evolving, ever changing battle ground on the edges of the Ghost Zone.

Faerie here is not the Fair Lands in DC, and does not follow the dc fictional mythology.

Infinite Beings do not take part in the Tourney.

The last victor was a half dragon, half god prince from Dimension 976123065. He asked for the opportunity to court Princess Dorothea. It was a reality show moment for the Ghost Zone.

Also some extra details:

The JL would of course come to know what the Grand Tourney is, and then realize that if Darkseid won, he would get the anti-life equation that way. And before they could panic their mind would be blown by the fact that apparently, Darkseid is not likely to win at all, cos there are bigger players in the game.

Constantine would be forced to admit that even if you don't get an invitation, you can still participate if you register. Though you won't get the opening hint or any other boosts until Stage 5. He can't understand why anyone would want to considering that those who do get invitations are on the level of Darkseid and higher.

Batman would insist they check it out.

Constantine would say that he has no idea where the registration office is.

Captain Marvel would chime in that the office was most likely in the Faerie.

Constantine would then insist that they have no business messing around in the Faerie. JL Dark would nod vehemently in agreement.

Batman insists they at least watch the tournament. Constantine gets conned into organizing a watch party.

PART 2

[tlbodine]

Tips for Talking to Conservative Friends & Family

In the wake of the election, with the holidays around the corner, some of you may be wondering how to deal with friends, family members, coworkers, etc. who voted for Trump and/or who espouse his policies.

This guide is by no means meant to be authoritative and won't work in every circumstance. I accept no responsibility for what happens if you use any scripts and it goes horribly awry. But I did want to share some of my personal experience in this vein, as someone with a great deal of conservative people in my life whom I generally love and respect and would like to maintain a civil relationship with (and, hopefully, bring them back to center if not my side). I've had decent luck with these strategies in the past.

First: Only engage if it is safe to do so.

Do not get into political discussions that might endanger your job, your living situation, your access to care, or your physical and emotional safety. However, do engage if you are able to do so safely and your doing so might help someone in a more vulnerable position. What the fuck is privilege for if not using it to protect people?

Second: Identify your goal.

Do you want to de-escalate a situation so someone can get out of immediate danger? Do you want to establish a boundary? Or do you want to actually attempt to convert someone over to your side? Each goal has different tactics. Be realistic with yourself about what you're going to accomplish. If you do not have a close relationship with the person, you are extremely unlikely to change their mind about anything, and it's frankly not worth the effort. Let someone who is close to them do that work. De-escalate, set a boundary if possible, and gtfo.

But if you do have a close relationship -- if this person generally likes and respects you -- then you might have a shot at challenging their views.

We're going to assume a scenario where you're dealing with people you know and who you can generally count on not to be immediately aggressive. Somebody else will be better-equipped to talk about strategies for dealing with protests and people on the street etc.

De-Escalation & Setting Boundaries

This is your first line of defense against family members acting shitty. If someone tries to start a debate, makes an off-color joke or comment, or is otherwise behaving inappropriately, try:

Let's not talk about this over dinner.

I don't think this is appropriate conversation right now.

That's an awful thing to say.

I don't understand that joke, can you explain why it's funny?

I'm sorry, I won't listen to any more of this (leave the room)

That's not okay.

What you want to do here is make an appeal to correct standards of behavior. You want them to feel ashamed for acting out of line. In order to make this work, it is essential that you:

Remain calm and keep an even, light-but-firm tone of voice. It needs to be clear that you're not joking around, but you also cannot sound upset. (Yes, this is really hard. I'm sorry.) Practice your very best "I'm not angry, just disappointed" tone for maximum effect. If you can manage it, eye contact and a neutral or even slightly concerned or sad expression will make it even better.

Avoid insulting or attacking them. Do not say things like, "Stop being an asshole" or "I can't believe you're acting like this" no matter how much you want to. Do not say "That's racist/sexist/ableist/homophobic." These types of replies, no matter how accurate, will make them defensive, and defensive people shut down and stop listening. If you come off as angry, that gives THEM permission to be angry right back. But if you come off as the normal one, them getting angry makes them look like a dick.

Do not laugh. Avoid the urge to chuckle nervously or joke it off. It WILL feel uncomfortable. It WILL be awkward as fuck. That's the point. They are misbehaving by violating a standard of appropriate behavior, and you are setting down a boundary. The awkwardness will fade and, frankly, they'll often start behaving better pretty much immediately.

Follow through on your consequences. If you say, "Dad, if you continue to bring up Trump, I will not call you anymore," you have to stick to it. Holding firm to your boundaries is HARD AS FUCK but if you don't do it then all you do is teach them that they can wear you down. Think of it like training a dog. Consistency is key.

You're not going to change anybody's closely-held beliefs with this strategy, but you WILL make a case for what is allowable around you. If you model this behavior, and encourage and embolden other people you know to do the same, you might be surprised. A lot of times, people's inappropriate behavior is a boundary-testing mechanism -- they tell the racist joke because they want to see if they can get away with it -- and if you shut them down, they often just...stop. Or at least retreat into their little hole to talk to fellow gremlins instead of you.

Challenging Views, Changing Minds

Okay. You actually want to engage them in conversation. You want to challenge their views and help them change their opinion. How do you do that?

Again, it's essential that you remain calm. If you can't have this discussion without getting heated, it's not the time to have the discussion. If they start to get heated, be prepared to de-escalate and walk away: "I cannot continue this conversation with you right now. Let's talk again some other time when we've cooled off."

But if you can keep calm, here is what actually works (sometimes):

Listen to them. No, really. Hear them out.

Help them feel heard by empathizing with them. Repeat back your understanding of what they said and how that must feel.

Remind them that for other people, THEY are feeling xyz emotion, too.

Ask them questions. Instead of telling them they're wrong, ask questions that will lead them to draw that conclusion themselves.

Make appeals to emotion rather than starting with facts and logic. You'll know what kind of emotion to draw on because you've been listening to them and empathizing. Hint: almost always, bigotry (at the personal level) is rooted in fear.

If this is going well, THEN you can start citing some sources, statistics, and facts.

Invite them to share THEIR sources with you.

Thank them for doing such a good job at being calm and discussing this with you, reaffirm your close relationship, and encourage them to come talk to you about this at any time. It's very possible that you are the only person they might feel safe bringing this stuff up to now and you want to keep that channel of communication open.

Very often (not always, or often), conservative-leaning individuals are people who lack the education or knowledge that left-leaning people do. They may be accustomed to being insulted, yelled at, and made to feel stupid. They are conditioned to believe that folks on the left are smug, holier-than-thou, stuck-up assholes. Whatever you can do to poke a hole in that perception will simultaneously make it easier to talk to them AND cause them to question that rhetoric the next time they encounter it.

This tactic won't always work. It probably won't work at all the first conversation. It's something you'll have to chip away at over time. But sometimes, it's worth it.

And if it's not? Well. As they say.

[storm-angel989]

Valentino x daughter reader how would he react to reader sneaking out then coming home in the middle of the night drunk and how would the rest of the vees react. Also don't forget to drink water love!

Hi!

I actually think I have a double of this request, so I'm writing two different stories so I can answer both requests <3

Here is the first one! Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

Being Valentino’s daughter wasn’t easy.

Sure, my Aunt and Uncle were Velvette and Vox- and together the three of them made up the most powerful overlords in all of the Pride ring. 

But being Valentino’s daughter meant that everywhere I went, I had an escort. Which meant misbehaving as a general rule was greatly frowned up, if not proactively prevented. It meant wearing a VoxTech watch and clothes that were almost certainly bugged and tracked- just in case.

Many demons want to hurt us, mi amore, my father explained to me when I was little. We just want to make sure you’re safe.

At age five, those safety features came in handy. All my teachers bent over backwards to be nice to me- especially after I hit Vox’s face on my watch for the first time and he came raging into the school. At age ten, it meant birthday parties under the watchful eye of either one of them, or a body guard. At age thirteen, it meant my friends group kept secrets to include me in the latest parties. And by sixteen, I had perfected the art of sneaking out of the tower at night.

But maybe not the art of sneaking back in. 

Somehow, I found myself in the lobby of the V tower, the room spinning. Sure, I had been drinking, but not enough to get drunk. Never enough to get drunk. My Daddy had warned me early on to say no to drugs and to watch my drink. 

Carefully, out of view of my Uncle Vox’s cameras, I slipped into the elevator and hit the sixth floor button. Our flat was on the seventh floor, but if I entered on the sixth floor and climbed the staircase, I could sneak in a hellofalot easier. I leaned back against the elevator and sank to the floor as the lurch of the elevator knocked me off balance. As I heard each floor ding past, I giggled to myself. 

The door opened and I slowly made my way towards the back of the dark flat. I wasn’t technically allowed in here but I wasn’t…disallowed either. Was that the right word? Not like my Daddy’s studio where I wasn’t allowed, ever.

Slowly, I climbed up the stairs, pausing to catch my breath every few steps. The feeling of vibration, of the room spinning was getting worse. Wait! I had just the thing! I sank to the floor just outside the door that led into our flat and dug around in my purse until I found it. A shot of vodka, given to me by a boy at the party. What did they call it? Hair of the dog? What a silly name. 

I swallowed the contents of the bottle and pulled myself back to my feet as I pushed open the door. My stomach churned and I couldn’t tell if I was hungry or if I needed to be sick. Tiptoeing down the hallway, I made my way towards the living room. I just needed to get to my room, just a few more steps….

All at once, the lights came flooding on. I groaned and sank down to the floor for the third time. Shit. Had Uncle Vox installed motion sensor lights since the last time I went out?

“What are you doing Ninita?” my father’s voice growled from the elevator. 

“Daddy? Wh, why’re you awake?” I slurred. 

The feeling of the room spinning was worse now. I laid on my back and pointed my knees to the ceiling. 

“I’m just coming home from work. The better question is, why are you up? And what the fuck are you wearing?” He demanded.

He knelt down next to me and leaned his face down next to mine. I stared at the ceiling and swore I saw my Uncle Vox and Auntie Velvette looking down at me. But that would be silly, right?

“Daddy, why are you working so late?” I mumbled. 

“Have you been drinking?” Vox’s voice demanded.

“Sure looks like it,” Velvette’s voice chimed in.

“And smells like it. Alright, let’s get you to bed little girl,” my father’s voice said firmly. “Or at the very least on your side.”

“I haven’t been out, I swear!” I half yelled as my father pulled me to my feet. I felt myself pitch forward and his arms caught my waist.

“We don’t care where you’ve been, can you tell me what’s in your system at least?” Valentino asked as he half carried me to the bedroom. “Vel, I need you to…get her into pjamas or something.”

“Vodka! Oops. I mean, soda. Rum! Coke?” I answered with a giggle. “The good stuff.”

“The drug or the drink?” He asked as he sat me on the bed. 

I felt his fingers under my chin and I giggled as I fell to the side. 

“I’m going to assume the drink,” he mumbled. 

I watched him step back and turn away. Velvette stepped forward and the next thing I knew I was in my pajamas on my side. All the sudden, the joy I felt went away, replaced by an ache in my belly. 

“Who wants to babysit?” I heard Valentino ask.

“Daddy? I don’t feel good,” I mumbled.

I felt hands lift me upright and my head rested against the plastic of the garbage can. 

“That’s right ninita, get it all out,” I heard my father mutter. “Vel, can you braid back her hair? And Vox, go downstairs, grab an IV kit so she doesn’t wake up with…”

“No, Valentino. Don’t baby her. I mean, don’t let her die but let her suffer the consequences of a hangover,” Vox replied. “Let her wake up feeling shitty.”

“Vox is right, you know, maybe it will make her less likely to do it again,” Velvette added. 

“I think I’m good! Gimmie the…gimmie the IV Daddy,” I lifted my head up.

Valentino gently wiped my mouth. “I think it’s time for bed, ninita. We can talk about this in the morning.”

“Daddy I’m fine! I’m…” I leaned over the garbage can as more liquid came up. “Ugh…my tummy hurts.”

“Yeah, it’s going to,” he muttered. “Just get it out of your belly.” 

The next thing I knew the sunlight streamed through the window. Every part of my body ached and I groaned at the aching in my head. 

“Good morning sunshine! Nice to see you’ve finally joined the world of the living!” Vox’s too loud voice echoed in my bedroom.

I cringed. “Ow, Uncle Vox turn the sun off.”

“Aw, baby does your head hurt? How’s that tummy feel? A little nauseous?” He asked. “Here, I’ve got two pills and a red gatorade for you. Down they go. When you’re ready, I’ll make you toast.”

“What happened? Where’s dad?” I muttered as I took the proffered medicine. “Ugh, my head. I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

“You’re the one who decided to drink last night,” Vox said lightly. 

“I need a shower,” I grumbled as I swung my legs off the bed. I stood up and the room spun. I felt Vox’s hands hold me for support. 

“Let’s get you hydrated before you go solo, com’on. Out to the living room,” he said.

I flopped on the couch and closed my eyes. Fucking hell, was this what a true hangover felt like? God, I never wanted to drink again. 

“Not feeling too good, hm mi amore?” My Dad’s voice floated across the livingroom. 

I felt his hand on my forehead. “No, Daddy, I don’t.”

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before trying to sneak out,” he said lightly as he pushed back my hair. 

I felt a cool cloth cover my forehead and eyes and let out an exhale. “Ah, Daddy that feels good. You don’t have to worry about me sneaking out, I’m never drinking again, I swear.”

“If you change your mind, I promise getting out will be a lot harder next time,” Vox’s voice added. 

“Just make the pain go away,” I begged.

“Sorry sweetheart, time is the only cure. But we can discuss your consequence when you’re feeling better,” Valentino replied. “Until then, might as well close your eyes.” 

I groaned. “You’re the overlord of lust and depravity, don’t you have a magic cure or something?”

I heard him laugh. “Oh sweetheart. This is one lesson you have to learn on your own.”

[volturiprincess]

Day 9: Nine Ladies Dancing 

Felix Volturi x fem human reader

Warnings: mentions of a transformation

Word Count: 2638

(Moodboard Here)

Where are they leading me? I am led down dark hallways with torchest being the only source of light. Everything seemed to come from a nightmare, everything even before being at this point of life seemed like a nightmare. I was in my family's orchards picking grapes for a wine I plan to make for the upcoming winter holidays. When in the corner of my eye I saw a figure, I immediately turned to it but saw nothing. I keep catching myself doing that more through my picking, I try to hurry thinking I'm actually being watched. As I turn away from the bare vine of grapes a man stands right behind me, I jump slightly as the man gives me a small smile.

There was something off about him, his skin was pale as the clouds, his red eyes were boring into me in a way that made me uncomfortable. His long dark hair made him almost seem like those characters from stories my mother used to tell me as a child, the ones of a creature kidnapping children who misbehave. His eyes were not normal, how can one have red eyes? Is he sick? Part of some cult? Why is he still smiling at me like that? 

“Hello dear”

A deep shiver went down my back as the man finally spoke, his voice sounded so eerie that I wanted to run away from it.

“Hello?”

“Do not be frightened dear, I will not cause any harm to you”

I nod in reassurance when he turns his head as to look at something, in this case it was to someone. How did I manage to miss him? Next to him stood a mountain of a man, same eyes, but the difference was that he is so striking. The most handsome man I have ever seen but the way he was looking at me made me feel like I was a criminal. I gulp slightly, feeling small now, but anyone could feel small next to him. I have never seen someone with such height and he had muscles that could rip a tree out of the ground with its roots and all. 

“Felix let us not frighten her, why don't you fetch Santiago and we shall head back?”

His deep voice caught me of guard, “Yes Master”

He was gone in a blink of an eye, my attention went back to the first man as he was already looking at me. 

“You my dear will be joining us back to our home”

“Me?” 

“Yes, it is not safe for you to be…here anymore”

“I don't even know you and what do you mean it's not safe for me, this is my home”

“With time we will tell you everything piccola”

I raised an eyebrow as soon as the handsome one and another guy came back. Before I knew it I was in another town and now in these hallways. The handsome man along with the first man were gone, I was left with this Santiago. He was quiet and midway to wherever our destination was he offered me his cloak because I shivered slightly. We arrived at these heavy looking doors but he made it seem like they weren't as he pushed them open. We walked into a throne-like room, three men sat in these chairs like kings with the mountain of a man standing next to a  blonde one.

In the middle was the same one that gave me the creeps, he gave me a small smile as he stood up and walked over to me. I was about to take a step back but Santiago had a strong hand on my back, keeping me in place.

“Peace little one, I already told you no harm will come your way”

I nodded again and relaxed slightly. The way everyone stood motionless was so odd, but what gave me a bit of fear was the way the blonde one of the three stared at me. He looked like he wanted me dead.

“Welcome to Volterra my dear” he made it seem like I wanted to be here. “This will be your new home but let me introduce you to our people here. I am Aro, the two sitting there are my brothers, Marcus and Caius but you will address us as Master. You already meet Felix there”

I quickly looked at Felix who is avoiding looking at anything, strange. 

“With time you will meet the rest of our coven and you will soon be one of us”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he said ‘one of us’, what does he mean by that? What are they?

As time went by, and the weather grew colder, I soon found out everyone in this castle were vampires and I was the mate of…Felix. He’s been giving me the cold shoulder since I arrived at this castle, he doesn't even last long in being in the same room as me. I haven't even had a full conversation with him, everytime i walk down the hallways and I spot him he turns away. What have I done to him?

The queens took quite a liking to me, they liked to have me spend time with them. In that time they managed to make me about a hundred gowns and they are working on making me a gown for the winter ball that is coming up soon. The gown I wear now was the one Didyme made for me, I never liked wearing a terracotta color but she made it seem like it was my color. The matching dark terracotta cloak to go with it made the look tie together. As I walked outside the trees were leave-less, the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow, little icicles were on plants or hanging from the tree. It felt like a little winter wonderland. 

Master Marcus has told me that having a mate is a sacred thing, he said one becomes a better version of themselves  as you make your mate feel comfortable and calm. I seen the way he is with Didyme, they are something I didn't know I crave. He looks so content with himself when he is with her and how could he not when she is sunshine in human form. And then there is Felix and I. I still don't understand this bond I am supposed to have with him but one thing for sure it feels strained. 

I felt a hand on my shoulder that caused me to scream slightly. A deep sorry made me look up at the source of his voice. Felix. I see he is wearing a similar cloak to mine, that color does suit him, it was made for him. 

“Hello Felix”

“Greetings”

He walked by my side, no words were exchanged but having him by my side felt nice. I felt weirdly safe, it's not even about how tall and muscular he is but the aura that surrounds him feels calm. Is this what Master Marcus meant? We heard a whine from an animal, signaling it was close, I tried spotting it until Felix crouched at my side and pointed straight ahead. Up in front was a beautiful black stalin, next to it was Santiago.

“Would you like a ride?”

“You ride”

“...I do”

“I would love to”

He nods as he starts to walk over to the stalin and Santiago, they give each other small nods and Santiago leaves. Felix turns to me and signals for me to come closer, he helps onto the horse with ease and once I’m comfortable he joins me by sitting behind me. I have never been this close to him, let alone to any other man, I felt a bit nervous at our proximity. 

“Relax he can feel your emotions”

“He can?”

“Yes if your tense then he is too”

I try to relax but find it difficult, Felix probably felt me failing at relaxing so he placed his large hands on my waist gently. His touch was ice cold but felt warm at the same time, that for sure left me at ease. As he guided the stalin through the woods, I leaned slightly against him, I didn't feel him move or anything. On the contrary he shifted my cloak so it covered me better, our stroll ended on a bridge that led into the entrance to the castle, he got off and quickly helped me down carefully.

“You should go inside and warm up, I will put Hades back into the stables”

“Okay, will I see you after then?”

He turned away as he started to walk away with the stalin, “No”

I stared at him for a minute longer but retreated back into the castle to seek warmth from my fireplace.  I was left a bit disappointed, I thought we were finally bonding and I would maybe get to be with him a bit longer. That moment we shared was so intimate in a way, we didn't speak but just being with him like that made me feel closer to him, something I was craving. There's so much I want to learn about him, how long has he been a vampire? How did he become one? Does he remember anything about his human life? Or what was he like as a human? Was he always so cold and serious?

Today was finally the winter ball, the queens have been buzzing about it for ages it seemed. I was secretly excited for it, I never knew such things existed but the way they told me how much excitement it was, I was now looking forward to it. They were currently helping me into a gown, they decided  red would be my color for this evening. This gown fitted me like a glove, it was truly made for me. As one focused on my gown, another one focused on my hair while another

was picking my jewelry. They were making me feel like royalty. I could never be that when I myself am in the presence of queens and kings.

I still have my days where I don't believe I'm actually here, it still feels like a walking dream. All I've been curious about other than the history of this castle has been Felix. Since that day we spent, I have not seen him, Sulpicia has told me he’s been busy with training and helping with setting the ballroom. She’s probably just saying that to give me reassurance so I don't think about the worse case scenarios. 

Once the three queens step back to admire me I feel myself blush slightly, their complimenting me from right and left. One comment stood out to me.

“Felix is going to love it”

Will he actually? I don't even know what his favorite color is or if he even has one. He's always wearing dark colors that look very good on him. The three of them lead me outside of their room as we start to walk toward the ballroom. We are meet some stairs that were decorated with holiday greenery that had little hollies on them. As we walk down, at the bottom of the steps is Felix. He looks so dashing. 

He had on a black tailcoat with a red tunic under, that red was the same shade as my dress. When he looked at me his eyes lost that coldness he always had, he looked happy? Once I reached the bottom he extended a hand for me to take, I rested my hand on it and he led me into the ballroom. It was enchanting, the chandeliers twinkling, the designs that the ceiling had were gorgeous. It seemed like a fairy tail in here, so surreal. 

“May I have a this dance amore”

I smiled at his words as I replied with a yes. He whisked me into the middle and we moved with grace, I was worried I was going to step on him but then I remembered I spent hours practicing ballroom dancing with Master Caius and Athenodora. He held me close and never looked away from me, I was his main focus. 

“Are you aware what is going to happen tonight?”

“No, should I know?”

“Well I thought the queens would of told you but it is fine, I will tell you”

As we kept waltzing he never once broke eye contact with me as he explained to me.

“You will be transformed into a vampire today, we decided it would be nice to give you a nice last day as a human before it happens”

“Tonight”

“Yes”

“H-how will that happen”

He smiled hesitantly. “I will have to bite you amore”

“Bite me? Will it hurt?”

“For a minute it will but I will try to be as gentle as I can be, once I bite you, you will be out for a couple of days”

“Will you be there when I wake up”

“Yes”

“Then I think im ready”

“What?”

“I appreciate the sentiment of wanting to give me a wonderful last day as a human but why keep stalling?”

He stops dancing to really take our current situation more seriously. I can see how he really is thinking my words through. Learning the truth behind this ball is a bit shocking, but there is nothing more to this human life. I never envisioned a life before I was brought here,  I just assumed I would eventually be married off to some man my family arranged, maybe have kids and then live life until my last breath. But knowing I could have a long life next to people who have grown on me leaves me hopeful, knowing I could have someone like Felix by my side leaves me curious to what will happen.

We might have not started off good but tonight that changed, just by looking into his eyes I can see a life that could resemble like the masters and mistress. A life of love and happiness, one that only one can dream off. 

“Are you sure you don't want to wait until later in the evening, I do not mind waiting, I already done my waiting for centuries now”

“I'm sure and I don't want to keep you waiting any more longer, just promise me something”

“Anything darling”

“Promise me things will now change, no more avoiding or cold shoulders”

“I promise you that, I been acting like this because I found it hard to control my thirst around you, I apologize if I made you feel unwanted, that was never my case I just didn't want to hurt you”

I smiled in relief, that's a good thing to hear, I actually thought he despised me or something. 

“That's a relief to hear, but I think it's time”

He nods as he dips me back slightly and I move my head back to give him a better access to my neck. He leaned in to sink his teeth into my neck, for a minute it did not feel bad at the feeling of him sinking his teeth deeper into my flesh but then I bit my lip to hold in a cry of pain. When he pulls away, my eyelids start to feel heavy. I want to keep them open to keep looking at him as he has  a small smile but I find it so hard to.

“Its okay amore, you can close them, when you open them again we can spend forever together”

I gave him a faint smile as I felt my eyelids close and I am meet with darkness. I can't wait to open them and to spend this infinite long life with him by my side. 

[m4rs-ex3]

Top 5 children’s books?

oh my god yes how did you know that this has been an interest of mine lately

but only 5? hahahahhaha no.

10) the tale of peter rabbit (beatrix potter)

ok so this will come up a lot in this list so something you ought to know about me is that i grew up with a cd player at my bedside that played audiobooks for me every night as i fell asleep from ages 3ish-10. anyway this was one of those and i remember it just being so visceral for some reason. i also had (actually have bc i still have a lot of these) jemima puddleduck which didn't make nearly as much of an impression

9) revolting rhymes (roald dahl)

this book explains a lot about both my tastes and sense of humor. it is only now occurring to me how incredibly gay red and snow white are in this and i don't mean like "omg they're lowkey girlfriends" i mean like no this is a lesbian love story to the highest degree. anyway this one has a full animated movie i watched religously that is literally incredible and also free to watch online so i highly highly recommend watching it

8) a bad case of the stripes (david shannon)

don't even feel the need to explain this one bc y'all already KNOW

7) strega nona (tommie depaola)

this was an absolute childhood staple for me and the best reasoning i have is that i really love pasta

6) the fourteen bears, summer and winter (evelyn scott)

this one just has so much nostalgia for me. i remember my mom was really protective of this book (she'd had it forever) to the point that she kept it in her cabinet instead of on my bookshelf. it was such a treat whenever she brought it out. our favorite part wasn't even the book though; a couple pages are dedicated to showing all of the bears' different bedrooms which are all gorgeously themed and decorated and we loved going through and picking all our favorites. and now, our favorite thing to do together is watch house hunters, so this was pretty special

edit: just asked my mom about this, and turns out this book came out in the 70s and then was reprinted only once (that could be inaccurate idk that's just what she told me) and goes for hundreds of dollars online. i now understand why she never let me have it. it's still in her cupboard.

5) where the sidewalk ends (shel silverstein)

i love shel silverstein like nobody's business. i also have light in the attic and falling up (and read several others) but i'm pretty sure this was my first and my favorite. at like 7 i had the entirety of sarah cynthia sylvia stout memorized

4) the snow queen (sarah lowes)

this was a repeat listen for me. as evidenced by like 40% of this list i really loved fairytales and retellings, and this was my favorite amongst those (story wise). i'll forever have a soft spot for this story because of it. disney i will never forgive you

3) the twelve dancing princesses (brigette barrager)

another fairytale entry and while the 12 dancing princesses is a solid story (there's a reason the barbie movie was also one of my favs) the main reason is because this book is GORGEOUS.

also all of the princesses are themed around different flowers and i eat that shit up.

2) the seven silly eaters (mary ann hoberman)

it doesn't feel right to explain this story nor why i've always loved it as much as i do. it's just charmed me since i can remember and it was my favorite bedtime story for all my life. it's #2 because the following is more Iconic and Special to me, but in terms of books i think this is my favorite.

1) madeline (ludwig bemelmans)

i have very vivid memories of my obsession with madeline, more specifically the movie. when i was 5-6, i had to watch this movie every single day for months on end. i particularly remember one day when i was misbehaving at the grocery store and in order to get me to knock it off, my mom threatened to not let me watch it that day (it worked). i credit this as being my first hyperfixation and it's very special to me because of that. my love for madeline has actually resurfaced very recently when i found a copy at the thrift store (don't have my original) and bought it, and then a month or so later i got this adorable madeline ragdoll at a different thrift store. in conclusion i love her

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Anyone saw the trend where people post about their stay in the mental hospital and get shocked when it's not people with cutesy depression but people with actually heavy problems and get scared off? It's such a weird trend for me.

I had self admitted myself to a mental hospital when I was 17 because of how bad my mental health had gotten. Mind you, I was in the children's ward, so it's probably much worse in the adult ward, but still, the experience still stands.

The types of stories I heard from the people admitted in there were heartbreaking. I roomed with a girl that had severe paranoia and learning disability. I would get woken up several times at night because she would get so scared and doctors wouldn't help her.

The nurses and personel wouldn't treat you like a person, if I'm being completely honest. I've never felt as dehumanized as when I was in the mental hospital. It's a place that really pushes you to your limits both mentally and physically.

Because I was in the children's ward, there where actual toddlers in there. If you think the old teens and the under 10 kids get separated, you're really wrong. And those kids suffer. Suffer fucking a lot. They get heavily mistreated by the older kids and the nurses do nothing.

I was one of the only ones that looked after kids (I've always wanted to work with kids and still do.). I helped them eat, put them to bed and walk them to the bathroom if they got scared. Even stood up to the older kids, which isolated me from most, so I stuck with the younger kids or the queer folk that were neutral.

I'm not even going to talk about the sexual harassment in depth I've experienced there from the other patients, from having my chest groped to having them peek at me as I showered.

What I'm trying to say is that the mental hospital isn't some cutesy place where you'll sit in circles with other depressed folk and talk about stuff. It's going to be a place you encounter people of light severity and heavy severity mental health and they are all kept in one place.

The nurses don't treat you like a person, and I'm not even going to talk about the male handlers, cus they are there specifically to manhandle you if you misbehave and even tie you to the bed if needed.

Here are some rules I gathered from my stay and I can only hope it may help you if you end up there.

Don't overshare. Especially on your first day. People will be curious and swarm you. They'll ask you what you're in for. Don't overshare, try to keep it simple, until you make connections. Most of the times they are there for gossip or will label you as an easy prey if you have heavier mental illness.

Don't cry or show too many emotions. Even being too happy will be a red flag. They will keep you locked up for longer or may even tie you to the bed if you're deemed violent.

The nurses and doctors aren't your friends. Don't overshare. They are trained to get info out of you and may keep you in for longer. talk in case you're feeling suicidal or if your meds aren't working, but otherwise, try to keep it to a minimum. they aren't a therapist, every word can prolong your stay by weeks or months.

Try to make one friend or more. If you're a loner, you will become a target for groups. Everyone in there is frustrated, scared and have no healthy way to deal with all of that shit. It's only natural they may seek to bully the weakest link.

Don't gossip about your roomies or someone you talk with. If someone overshares to you and then others ask about that person, and you say stuff, you can easily make that person's stay worse. I had made this mistake on my first day there and they bullied the poor girl relentlessly which made me feel very bad.

Try to befriend people who are being excluded or harassed. Not only will you make someone's stay easier, but there's strength in numbers. The more people you have on your side, no matter their age, the less people will target either of you.

Follow the rules. There are cameras everywhere, and people will rat you out just to be seen in a better light and get out sooner. Just follow the rules and don't get in the way of the staff.

Don't rat anyone out. It may seem like the best way to be seen in a good way to the staff, or that you're helping someone, but you really aren't. You'll become excluded from groups, and you will become a target. If you're worried for someone's health, talk to them. Ratting them out will make shit worse for them.

If someone you don't get along with invites you to meet up somewhere, especially if they are a group, don't fucking go. They won't come to you, because the doctor's will notice a huge group of kids swarming a room as a red flag, and if you go there and they do something to you, it's going to be too late by the time the doc's check the cameras. It's just safer.

These are my personal rules that helped me with my stay at the hospital. Of course, every mental facility is different, but these are the things that worked for me.

[hunterwritesstuff]

Full on nsfw hcs of the arch angels plz <3 take ur time

HELL YEAH, UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE MINORS DON'T READ, ENJOY, POOKIES! <3

☠️ Azrael is a dom. Full stop. Sure, some things may catch him off-guard, but like. still a dom.

☠️ Very much so into light degradation and heavy praise. He likes seeing you squirm under him.

☠️ As vocal as he can be in bed(Vocal chord injury).

☠️ Any potential noises he may make in bed are growls, low grunts, and deep moans.

☠️ Heaven help you if there are mirrors nearby.

☠️ He likes being able to see you fall apart :)

☠️ Also like, really likes railing you into the bed.

☠️ Azrael is SLIGHTLY Bi(I do what I want lmao), so like. Man? Woman? Doesn't matter. The instant you say yes to doing something intimate with him(consent is very important), good luck walking-

🔥 Dom. You can't take that shit away from him. If you try, he will bite you.

🔥 His flame basically is just hair, so like, if you want extra noises, just tug on it. If he sees you reaching for it, he'll get what you're going for and basically make it no-burn. He likes it getting tugged.

🔥 He's. pretty into bondage, weirdly enough. On you, specifically. On him, it's a, ah...pretty big fire hazard unless it's specially made, and that's a little too expensive for him to feel it's worth it.

🔥 He ain't afraid to degrade you if he thinks you're misbehaving(it typically gets discussed beforehand, if it makes you uncomfy, he won't, he'll just gently correct you).

🔥 Very into overstim. Al.Also edging.

🔥 Heaven FUCKING help you.

☀️ Bottom, I'm sorry.

☀️ Very vocal. Begging, whimpering, whining, moaning, gasping, groaning, you name it!

☀️ He will most likely cling onto you during the act.

☀️ If you edge him while riding him, he'll beg desperately for you to keep going, that he'll be a good boy, that he'll do whatever you want, just please don't stop!

☀️ If you pin him down, he'll get even more riled up.

☀️ If you're into overstim and keep riding him after he's initially released, he's immediately more vocal, alternating between begging you to stop and keep going(he means the keep going bit btw, if he asks you to stop without using your safeword, he doesn't mean it /gen)

☀️ Straight, and loves when you suck him off. Like, it causes him to unravel so Goddamn fast.

🗡️ Hard dom. Do with that what you will.

🗡️ He has this whole thing about being in control the whole time. You obviously have say in shit, but like, he prefers being in control.

🗡️ Closeted gay. This is hilarious considering things about him.

🗡️ Very vocal.

🗡️ Into degradation. It goes both ways. He finds it hot that you think you can get under his skin, but if you actually manage to, chances are high that he'll pick up the pace.

🗡️ Chances are high that while he's railing you, he'll probably jerk you off. Also like, he'll definitely try to control your orgasm as much as he can. He loves hearing you beg for him to let you release.

🗡️ Definitely into cockwarming. Also like, that thing where you sit on his dick while he's in a meeting and have to try to not move or make any noises the whole time. He likes seeing you squirm :)

Bonus!

⚕️ Raphael is a like. Switch.

⚕️ Somehow has a bondage kink. He doesn't know where it came from either.

⚕️ We stan a pan king <3

⚕️ All he really cares about is that you love him for him, and that you don't have any malicious intent, and that you're doing it because you want to.

⚕️ VERRY heavy on praise! Both for you and him!

⚕️ If he hears any noise from you that may be trying to say your safeword or slightly pained, he pauses to ask if you're okay.

⚕️ He's just. Very kind and loving during the act.

⚕️ He isn't afraid to mark you tho

⚕️ Very vocal. Whimpering, praise, moaning, grunts, groans, he's just. verrry vocal.

⚕️ Overall? Total sweetheart during the act! And after of course, but that goes for all of the boys here(Yes, even Michael) <3

[starfleetshrimps]

Theatre-style lighting in a model of the Starship discovery bridge.

I loooove the visuals of disco--but all nutrek (since TOS) lacks that good Theatre-lense flaire. BRING BACK THE PINK AND GREEN HALLWAYS PARAMOUNT I'M BEGGING YOU.

Made in Vectorworks Spotlight and Capture with ETC EOS software.

I did not make the model! It was provided by an instructor. If I find credit (I am looking) I will post it here :)

this took me so fucking long not because it was particularly hard, lighting wise or technology wise, but because the fucking internet kept going out and destroying the connection between my capture window and the actual fixtures and fucked everything up. And when I re-entered their addresses I fucked up somehow (even though I imported directly from vectorworks and I don't have a universe limit, or any overlapping addresses--supposedly) and all the control parameters got FUCKED.

I would adjust the pan/tilt of one fixture, and a completely different fixture would change colors or intensity. Even after completely un-patching all the fixtures, checking their DMX footprint, remembering that capture calls addresses channels for some goddamn reason and fixing everything there, re-patching (TWICE), fully restarting capture, and completely re-doing the light import/export with a million different parameters like three times the lights were still misbehaving.

I ended up manually panning and tilting within the capture software mostly, even though hypothetically most of the fixtures could have done that themselves.

All I'm saying is that this shit would never happen in person with my beloved EOS GIO board and real actual tangible lights. but I can't light the starship discovery in person. so.

I'm pretty happy with how it came out. If even one singular person asks I'll post some of my other renderings/models I've lit for fun (i don't have many pics of the ones ive done. like. professionally lol)