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#thinking about the times I used to stay inside for so long as a kid that I forgot how to act in public#what do you mean I can't play with the football in the store to test it out?#how does a crosswalk work again? do i have to wait until a car shows up?#weird times#or the first few weeks in school after summer break when you suddenly can't simply stand up and walk out when you're bored?#i don't know why I got this way#maybe lack of human interaction#no siblings few friends and parents who knew they could leave me alone and I wouldn't do anything stupid#just stare out the window stare at my wall play video games play with my dolls#always just there but also not quite#anyway#point is:#i haven't posted on this blog for so long and it feels like those times when I was younger and stayed inside my home for weeks at a time#i've been meaning to make a post that's been weighing on my heart for quite a while but idk how to word it without it sounding blame-y#not towards you guys#but-#i'm probably not making any sense#there's an odd feeling i've had towards bc and the fandom (generally and at shows not on here y'alls are sweethearts) since the end of last-#-year#and it only intensified in march when i went to the shows#I can't put it into words but alongside my hospital stay in july it has been very isolating and alienating#and it feels even weirder pretending like i don't have this feeling nagging me every time I reblog something and-#-go on with business as usual#....#the weather has been very grey in Germany and my end of year depression has been hitting hard#maybe I should sleep it off#but I've been trying to do that for almost a year now
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#no ship wheel on my end + not that interested in them on account of:#I'm writing with unique human interpretations no matter the source material/lack thereof#i dislike the âshipâ word........ but of course I'm fascinated to know how Characters interact#i think maybe the wheel thing just doesn't apply well in a collaborative writing setting#my view is âwe'll see where our stories takes usâ (:#/everyone values different things from r.oleplaying etc etc#these r just mine<3#ooc
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#I don't think being on my own is how I recharge#but everyone around me seems to drain me#so it feels like I'm just getting drained#over and over#and never getting a chance to refill#the closest I get is in doing creative work#which ironically requires energy#ugh#I've resisted negative beliefs about my life/future for so long#but I'm genuinely hitting a point#where I find myself leave conversations#thinking âyeah maybe I just not a friend/dating personâ#maybe that only works if you like don't have standards#or preferences#or if your soft and agreeable#or just whatever I'm lacking#I really do feel like I just have toot many preferences#everyone's just looking for people who thing they're great#and I don't think anyone's great#I think we're all just people#and that's not enough#fair enough I guess#ugh I know some of this is PMDD#but some of it is how I've been feeling for a year or more now#I've just had so many interactions#that make me feel#unfit for human interaction#which is a feeling a grew up with too#so it's hard not to feel fatalistic about it
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Thinking about how Goku's almost complete lack of socialization in his formative childhood years affected the way he treats, sees and acts around people but I'm too lazy to write it out can someone extract the essay from my head and into words on the screen
#venlapost#you really can't blame him for any of his inappropriateness in early dragon ball at all he's a child with practically no human contact#who's only human contact died a few years ago stunting his social growth#so that at age 12-13 you really can't view his actions through the same lens you would an average 12-13-year-old kid's#and while I'm inclined to think that a lot of who goku is is more or less intrinsic#i also like to think that like. he literally did interact with people other than his hermit grandpa until he met bulma at 13#and maybe just maybe that plays a part in how fucked up for the lack of a better word how relationships are sometimes#you can't convince me with the 'he's a saiyan' excuse because vegeta isn't like that and he only arrived to earth as an adult#nature vs nurture blah blah blah nature isn't interesting to me#this is a flawed reading. but anyway
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Welcome back to tumblr! Hope you enjoyed your break
It was very stressful. Ended up failing the marking period for English, but not by as much as I was failing before. Could still pull up the overall grade by the end of the semester.
#started writing a fic a few days ago. been a while since ive done that.#so far felix is very out of character but he's only gonna be the focus for the first chapter. plus i might go back and rewrite him.#maybe i should wait until the new chapter comes out tho so it's relevant to updated canon#anyway echos started brainrotting about chris in a /pos way so yeah a lot of my break has been rethinking old analysis#started to notice that he's a lot more fun if i get in the mindset that he's not poorly written he's just literally isaac's antagonist#also my siblings have been hyperfixating on DC so i watched a batman series. i think they're very disappointed in me for choosing batwheels.#snowy best vehicle#. what else#oh ive been doodling a nightmare design#been liking the idea of him and dream not being skeletons but dont wanna draw/write them as their canon human designs#because (if i'm correct) they get those designs at some point later in the story. and i don't want to confuse the timeline like that.#so ive been working on concept sketches for a less human design for them. ive also noticed that them being humans in canon actually#makes a lot of sense because the other guardians don't really have any connection between their species and it can be assumed that#whatever they are exists in the universes/multiverse they're from. so it makes sense for the twins to be humans because the utmv has humans.#. but i also like how they couldn't be given the human forms at first because of the lack of holes.#so the design im working on has gill/stripe-looking vents for the energy to come out of.#also gonna try to add little fire wisps into the design because i love their true forms so much#anyway i dont think there's been more that ive done. other than schoolwork. and watching qsmp.#oh i started working on an animatic. but i do that all the time. it'll be a bigger occasion if i finish one lol.#think im gonna still keep interaction on tumblr to a smaller scale because i wanna keep getting stuff done
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the stars aligned in my personality so that everything i convey is either a warped version of what was intended something blatantly different
#based off what the earth sees you would think i have a lethargic personality#or that i dont react with extreme emotional volatility#and in the same vein that i dont give a shit about anyone or their problems#its not that i dont care about someones issues specifically#i lack that ability in general#i can look back at something i was feeling a minute prior and not relate to it at all#yet somehow at the same time#im hyperfixated on myself#almost everything that i dont grow tired of could be vaguely described as progressing a skill whether literally or metaphorically#and an overwhelming majority of my mental depends on if im progressing/have already mastered#i am self absorbed to the point of brain neglecting everything else and allocating said energy towards my shit#i really dont care about human interaction at all except for the select few that i would truly label as close which lifetime is MAYBE 3#and although rare for someone to be affected i hate when it does end up doing that#i dont want people to see me not empathizing and interpret it as not seeing their issue as valid#it is not personal i just am incapable of displaying that#if i dont feel any sort of self pity how am i supposed to feel for external issues i have no experience with#me being super tunnel visioned doesnt make it any easier#and add on the fact that i cant directly convert emotions into actual communication only thoughts#i have no idea how to genuinely compliment or express discontentment with anything#any idea my brain conjures up is some forced unnatural line like#âi really like that its so cool and awesomeâ âcome on dude really what a bummerâ#only thing i sometimes say is âi hate thatâ but having one reaction isnt really better than having none#not at all unexpected since i havent put any effort to gain experience doing that nor do i really want to#i cant really put out anything that i couldnt take in#the times that i have been complimented i just think ok i guess#what am i supposed to do with that i dont even agree with the compliment#as i looked at this several hours after forgetting about it i fell victim to what i said#âi can look back at something i was feeling a minute prior and not relate to it at allâ#dont even really want to post it anymore but it was too much typing to not post
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ËËË BOTTOM BITCH ËËË

pairing: chatroom frequenter ellie williams + femdom!reader
warnings: 18+ content, chatroom depravity, brief interaction with a horny weirdo on a chatroom before reader meets ellie, voyeurism, sexting, video/phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, use of a dildo, nipple play, use of names (ma'am + mommy + good girl + slut), both reader and ellie are at least 18 (ellie is described to be 21 but feel free to imagine her as any adult age), praise and slight degradation kink, reader is just bored at night and ellie is implied to be chronically online (as she is a chat room frequenter and, well...)
a/n: this is purely a work of fiction. i'm not encouraging anyone to go interact with people in sketchy chatrooms.
loose inspo creds from this vi artwork!
summary: you're a bit of an insomniac, not a desperate horn-dog on chatrooms. it's too late to talk to your fellow normal people, so you resort to sites you wish could be cleansed of the horniness. only, you fold the second a certain freckle-faced lesbian puts a forum post out for a new dom to talk to.
www.chitchat.gg.Â
The link stares at you without much appeal. You havenât touched Omegle in years, nor do you miss it. At least, you donât miss the incels youâve encountered in those horrific chatrooms.Â
Itâs safe to say you donât miss the dicks, donât miss the M42 horny, and you surely donât miss the weird kinks the users hold shamefully behind doors, laptop screens bright with cricketsâ ambience as a backdrop between the hours of 1-4am. You donât miss the men, is probably what youâre really feeling.Â
Itâs too late and you have a busy day tomorrowâyou promised yourself you wouldnât need to take a shower tonight, that youâd make sure to tuck yourself in your bed with the sleep aid of scrolling through nostalgic minecraft youtuber content until you felt a content type of exhaustion, not the usual five-hours-of-sleep and so forth.
You would take a shower in the early hours of the day. Youâre not a night owl; you enjoy the early, productive mornings. You donât take desperate naps after a day shift and then fuck up your sleep schedule, but maybe all of those affirmations are deluded with your lack of self control.Â
Itâs late and youâll regret it in the morning, but here you are for the first time in years, staring at your Google browserâs selection of links. Some are so obviously the darkest, the ones proudly advertising âshare pics without registration!â or âconnect with men and women for one-on-one fun!âÂ
No, youâre really just bored. Itâs far too late to send the infamous âwanna call n play fortniteâ text to everyone you talk to on a regular basis. Youâre not desperate enough for social contact that youâd ever scrounge around discord servers, and you definitely wouldnât join a server full of randoms. That is a disaster waiting to happen, not even a weak affirmation.Â
Itâs just your late-night logic telling you that clicking on this seemingly safer link would be any better, but here goes nothing.Â
âľ enter
With a few forwarding clicks, youâre in. You could opt to find something with your interests, but youâd like to explore the entirety of people available to you first, and still, you stay hopeful that the days of horny chat room men dominating surface-level sites like these are in your bitterly nostalgic past.Â
You are now chatting with untroubled porcelain. Say hi!
untroubled porcelainÂ
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You can already tell where this is going, but you save an ounce of hope for humanity within you. You begin typing, soft keys clacking underneath your fingertips, hardly lit by your shitty laptopâs brightness. You make a few typos at first, oh well.Â
cunteater reader
F. How are you? :)Â
untroubled porcelainÂ
good. wyd?Â
cunteater reader
just chilling in bed. hbu?Â
untroubled porcelain
what are you wearing?Â
You immediately groan and close the tab. You canât say youâre surprised, but your hope isnât completely dwindled. You instead open a new link within the browser: www.freechatnow.com
You hope to be able to weed out the sexual from the harmless bored, scrolling through forums and various selections of chatrooms. Itâs already quite promising when the website requires age identification to actually talk to anyone through it.Â
Live Cam ChatÂ
Adult Chat
Sex Chat
Singles Chat
Lesbian Chat
Gay Chat
Cam ChatÂ
Roleplay Chat
Video Chat
Intrigued by the lesbian chat option, you swiftly select it. After scrolling through what seems to be men dominating the chat, you sigh and exit out of the chat. Youâre about to completely close the tab and your laptop and call it a night, but suddenly a forum stands out to you. Itâs contradictory, but you click it.
21F lesbian. dm me please.Â
That should make you close your laptop altogether, but something inside you feels a small pang of arousal. Maybe men are the problem, not sex chats.Â
So, you send the first message; youâre a bit cautious at first.Â
cunteater reader ⢠1:56 PM
hi. I saw your post on the forum.Â
You hit send and stare at the screen. You feel a bit perverted, and a small bit of self shame bubbles up inside you. Is this really what youâve resorted to to pass time?
You would never say youâre chronically onlineâyouâve got a part-time job at Taco Bell 15 minutes from your apartment, you frankly just donât have the time to keep up with the revolving door that is the internet. So, you ask yourself: what type of person are you even reaching out to?
However, the moment your laptop audibly dings with a response, those feelings fade rather fast.Â
subbydyke21 ⢠1:59 PM
hi<3 my pussy is so wet rn and i want 2 touch myself. tell me how?Â
Your face feels hot now, and the slight tinge of arousal that was sparked when you saw the forum turns into wetness clinging to your underwear. This person canât be anything but another desperate, horny person, and yet you find yourself suddenly in the same predicament. Maybe itâs the overtime, the lack of availability to simply download Tinder and find a normal person to have sex with. You mumble something about dignity as you type.Â
cunteater reader ⢠2:00 AM
yeah. just start slow for me.
You cringe to yourself. You feel so out of your element with this, like a small sense of logic and shame is holding you back.Â
subbydyke21 ⢠2:03 AM
wishing it were you. can i show you?
You panic for a momentâhere you are, hair messy in nothing but a baggy t-shirt and underwear. Your mind runs through random what-ifs. What if this person is a level 10 weirdo? What if they doxx you? What if they stalk you?
Youâre thinking with your cunt, though.Â
cunteater reader ⢠2:07 AM
yeahÂ
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Waiting for the call, even just the 10 second wait, is anxiety-filling. Your foot taps against your carpet until subbydyke21 finally answers.Â
You hope your eyes donât widen too much on camera, but you canât stop yourself from slightly gawking. There she is, and she doesnât at all look like a weirdo.
Her camera is a bit blurry, but her features make up the face of a woman who is actually quite attractive. Shaggy auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun, a soft nose covered in splotchy freckles as is the rest of her face, green eyes that you can barely make out the tone of in the dark of her room, and generously full lips. She is gorgeous, almost in an androgynous way.Â
You take each other in for just a moment, and then she speaks. âAre you comfortable with, like, seeing me and stuff? You donât mind?â
Her voice is rougher, raspier than you wouldâve expected from the person you initially reached out to, but you also canât help the heat it sends through your body, specifically down below.Â
âUm, no. I mean, I donât mind.âÂ
She nods. Itâs a bit awkward, especially after what she had said to you, but neither of you comment on the previous desperation. Itâll build up once again.Â
âOkay. Nameâs Ellie, but I think we should call each other by names or somethinâ like that.âÂ
You spin a strand of your hair between your fingers, not exactly looking at the camera. âLike what?â
âAnything you want. You can call me a good girl, a whore, a slut, baby. Iâm whatever you want me to be.â She clears her throat and youâd like to comment on the blush spreading all over her cheeks, but youâre too flustered yourself. âAnd Iâll call you something like.. mommy or maâam.âÂ
âThatâs fine.â You adjust in your seat, pulling your rolly chair close to your desk.Â
âSo, maâam.. would you like me to touch myself?âÂ
âGo ahead,â you guide. You know youâre quiet, almost shy with it, but Ellie doesnât mind.Â
âWould you like to see me squeeze my tits for you, maâam?âÂ
You nod. The general insides of your thighs rub together, craving friction; youâre glad Ellie canât see anything below your torso.Â
Ellie carries her laptop to her bed, giving you the entire view of her body. Clad in undergarments, she tosses the bra over her head, leaving her pert breasts on display for you. You donât comment, but she can see the way you stare through the camera, watching her squeeze and roll her nipples between her fingers until they stiffen at the attention. You can only barely catch the way she pants as her actions intensify, and youâre completely mesmerized.Â
âCall me a good girl, please.â She stares at you straight through the camera, and the awkward feeling youâve been clinging to is tested.Â
âYou know youâre a good girl. Look at you, though. Do you show everyone on that chat site your tits, or am I just lucky?â
You hear the whines through the laptop audio, Ellie pulling at her nipples while squeezing her thighs together. âOnly you, I promise. Itâs only been you, maâam.âÂ
âGood girl,â you repeat softly, your voice still a tad shaky with nerves. âI wanna see you rub your pussy now.âÂ
She quickly nods and lays down on the bed in front of the laptop, hastily shedding her boxers. You canât see the amount of arousal that was pooling in the crotch of the fabric, but there is a visible shine of slick all over her pussy. And fuck, if that isnât the prettiest pussy youâve seen in a while.Â
You donât even see where the last piece of clothing lands nor do you care. You canât take your eyes off of the exposed slice of heaven between her parted thighs. Her head rests against her bed as she begins to touch herself, just hesitantly, as if waiting for your guidance.Â
âAtta girl, just like that.. keep your fingers on your clit and just rub it for me, baby. Slowly.âÂ
âFuck, mommy,â she moans, trying her hardest not to just rub her pussy raw. It already feels overbearing for the poor girl, but she wants more.Â
âYou like getting yourself on camera? Makes you feel good, huh?â You coo, eyes not leaving her body.Â
âItâs not enough..â she whines. âPlease, I wanna use my dildo. Can I fuck myself with my dildo for you?â
Just the thought of seeing her dripping pussy stuffed full with a dildo makes your clit throb with need. Youâre quick to shove your own hand down your underwear. âYeah, baby. Be a good girl for mommy and fuck yourself.âÂ
You miss her body the second she stands up, but soon, she is laid back on her bed, a bright purple dildo in her hold. Itâs pleasantly large, with much more girth than you expected it to have.
âJust tease yourself for a little bit, baby. Rub your clit with it for me.âÂ
Ellie eagerly rubs all over her swollen, reddish-pink clit with the flared tip, and your own fingers slide between your lips and into your cunt. You groan, nearly closing your eyes at the feeling.Â
âAre you touching yourself, maâam?â She asks, voice already ragged.Â
âCouldnât help myself,â you admit. That confession only turns her on more.Â
âCan I please fuck myself? I need it right now. I need to cum with you.âÂ
All you can do is nod, but Ellie is already lining the toy up with her hole and shoving it deep inside her hole. She hardly takes a moment to adjust to the sudden stretch before she begins fucking herself with it, making sure to open her legs wide enough for your viewing pleasure.Â
âOh my god,â you moan at the sight. âYouâre so fucking hot, you know that? Taking it in your pussy so easily. Youâve done this before, havenât you?â
Ellie laughs shakily. âOf course I have. Iâm a whore.âÂ
âThat you are,â you easily agree. You fuck yourself hard with two fingers as you watch her slide the dildo in and out of her hole, always leaving just the tip nestled inside before ramming it until the base is flush to her skin.Â
All you can hear are the wet sounds of her wet pussy as she pounds it shamelessly and her noisy moans, and youâre sure she can hear your own wet sounds through her laptop.Â
âTouch your clit, baby. I wanna see you rub your clit while you fuck yourself,â you tell her, working your own with your thumb.Â
She uses her free hand to frantically rub at the beating nub, fucking herself so fast the camera nearly blurs her movements. âFuck, feels so good. I need to cum, please. Please let me cum,â she desperately begs you.Â
âYeah, you wanna be a good slut for me and cum? Go on, let go. I wanna see your pussy cum on camera.âÂ
Your words easily have her hole squeezing the dildo, cum seeping out of it and visibly coating the toy. The sight, paired with her slutty moans sends you barreling towards your own orgasm. You throw your head back against your chair and moan as you practically hump your hand, trying to milk your peak for all its worth.
After a bit, you and Ellie both calm down, breathless and satisfied. Ellie throws the dildo on her bed and sits up, sheepishly looking at you.Â
âUmm, that was..âÂ
âYeah.â
âWanna do it again sometime?â
âYeah.â
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Fully haunting a building is easy when youâre a full ghost. Itâs instinct, even!
Being a half ghost- can cause some problems though.
But Danny was lucky. He wouldnât call this Fenton luck, because Fenton luck just meant bad luck. The murphys law of Amity, really. No- this had to be Phantom luck. Which also had never been very good- but it had its moments.
Or maybe the smarts his sister swears he has have finally pulled through.
Haunting the fancy manor in one of the most dangerous cities in the world was pretty easy, despite all of his occasional slip ups.
Who needs to worry about accidentally walking into a room fully human when the manors full of black haired blue eyed boys- and everyoneâs mistaking you for someone else.
Heâd been mistaken for âTimâ a handful of times! And when he finally met the actual dude, he seemed to be delusional from lack of sleep and had simply nodded and walked past.
The butler had called him âMaster Wayneâ??? But honestly, Danny canât blame him. Wayneâs the last name of almost everyone living here, and heâs not sure heâd be able to keep track of that many people either.
And then thereâs the interactions. What seemed to be the eldest son had ruffled his hair yesterday and tussled him up- the head of the house had draped a blanket over him when he fell asleep on the couch and dropped his transformation, and the butler kept passing him fruit platters?
Dannyâs not even sure how long he has to haunt this place to get his official haunting license- but itâs starting to look like the perfect forever haunt!
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đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: after waiting for so long, alhaitham finally loses his virginity to you on his birthday
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: VIRGIN!alhaitham x FEM!reader, established relationship, there is some fluff sprinkled onto all this smut i promise, p0rn with plot, virginity loss (m), slightly more experienced reader, pet names âbabyâ âloveâ, reader wears a skirt & dress, alcohol mention, handjob, masturbation (f), deepthroat, rough fucking, no protection, creampie, cowgirl, might be a little ooc. 5.7k wc (idk what happened) MDNI. 18+ only. | masterlist
đ/đ§: a birthday piece! happy birthday alhaitham! đ
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ËĘâĄÉË
Your boyfriend was a virgin.
And for most people, virginity was often a touchy subject. Still, when you started dating Alhaitham, you werenât surprised by his indifference towards the topic. He never danced around it or became flustered when the subject of sex came up. Â During your first conversation about it, he didnât fidget or sugarcoat; he simply took a sip of his coffee and stated, âIâve never had sex before.â Then, after finishing his cup, he added, âNot for lack of opportunity. I just never prioritised it.â
There was no shame or awkwardness, just a fact laid bare between you. And, really, why would there be?Â
Sex wasnât something heâd avoided out of fear or insecurity. To him, it was nothing but a passing thought.Â
At the time, you grazed over his humble boast because, of course, Alhaitham had opportunities. He was, by all objective measures, incredibly handsome, and you told him this very often as his girlfriend.Â
The scribe mightâve been notorious for being difficult to converse with, but people were still drawn to his appearance, whether he wanted them to be or not.Â
That conversation weighed more to you now. Not because of what he said but because of what it implied. Despite the passing interest others had in him and the potential experiences he could have had, he had waited. Not intentionally nor with some frivolous romantic ideal in mind, but simply because no one before you had ever made him want to.
As your relationship progressed, you discovered that contrary to popular belief, Alhaitham was still human (really, itâs a shock to some), and like any other human, he had needs that were managed with usual discretion (his hands). So while he had no qualms about admitting he was a virgin, he also never pretended to be entirely unaffected by the curse of morning wood or the challenge of dating someone who was totally his type and much more vivacious than he.Â
But when you turned him on (which wasnât difficult), no matter how heated things got, they never went past a certain point. It wasnât hesitation on his part, nor was it uncertainty on yours.Â
It mightâve been because heâd never done it before or maybe because it felt too significant to rush into. Either way, whenever things teetered on the edge of no return, one of you would always pull back. Every time it happened, it left you a little more restless than before.
It had started slow, as most things did.
Your first kiss with Alhaitham had been more curious than anything else. He always paid attention to detail, so he was careful in how he studied you. The more he kissed you, the more he adjusted to the newness of it. You could even taste the hesitance on him, but that had been months ago. Now, heâd memorise the way the shape of your lips fit against his, and kissing you felt as natural as breathing.
In the beginning, your make-out sessions had been tame. Nothing more than lazy, unhurried exchanges between reading breaks or in the fleeting moments before you parted from him. Uncaring for any responsibility he had prior, he would hold you close in his burly arms and take you in.Â
However, in time, those kisses evolved into something you had to be broken apart from.
His hands had also grown bolder. They would slide up your sides, paw at the curve of your spine, and settle on your hips to pull you closer. He noted the way you reacted to himâthe way you tossed your head back when his fingers mapped your sensitive skin, the way your grip made home in his hair when his tongue delved deeper.
And you learned things about him, too.
You learned that even though the Alhaitham you first met had an air of mystery to him, there was something far more desperate lying dormant beneath that imaginary veil⌠lest his control slip. If you sucked on his lower lip, a groan would softly erupt from his mouth. If you allowed him to bury his face into the crook of your neck, the love bites heâd give you would feel much more erotic.
Then, his touches became scandalous over time. Alhaitham seemed to explore you more.Â
He started to kissâno, lick along your jaw, then down your neck, sucking lightly at your pulse just to hear your breath stuttering. His hands, no longer satisfied with resting at your waist, began to push under your shirt time and time again, ghosting over your ribs, tracing the dip of your back, just to gauge a reaction to his touch.
Your body continued to hum with need long after you had settled on opposite sides of the sofa, swollen lips and skin warm.Â
Each encounter left you both embarrassingly sticky by the end of it, so you never bothered to admit youâd touched yourself to the thought of him long after heâd gone home. And neither did he.
An invisible string was about to snap, and the most recent time was the hardest to walk away from.
On that particular day, while you were nestled on his lap, Alhaitham had been kissing you with extra urgencyâas if the taste of you wasnât enough and every movement of your lips was drawing him into a slow-burning fire.Â
Each kiss was another spark, every touch a flicker of heat that spread and throbbed in the most wicked parts of you.
His hands traveled all over you, fingers that normally stayed at your ribs and waist started drifting lower so you sluggishly rolled your hips to match his rhythm, losing it at how hard he was growing beneath you.Â
Maybe it was because youâd worn a skirt that day, but you felt closer to him than ever. Having your legs sprawled across his lap and feeling what you assumed was the head of his cock prod your sweet spot made your body scream even more for him. So it didnât help your case at all when he suddenly stilled his fingers under your skirt and gingerly kneaded the back of your clothed pussy. The touch was petal soft but enough to make you whine without permission.
âHoly shit,â your words came out in plumes.Â
You half-expected it to escalate then, but instead, he pulled away. A familiar pang settled in your chest. He didnât do it out of regretâyou knew that much, but all that racing intention now became idly slow.Â
âIâm sorry,â he said a little too quickly. It almost sounded awkward, but you were too busy trying to figure out what he was apologising for. It wasnât like heâd done anything wrong.Â
âFor what, exactly?â You asked.
Alhaitham took a moment to think.Â
âFor not having more restraint.â his glossy eyes searched you, uncertain of what he wanted. âThat felt impulsive.âÂ
It was unintentional, but youâd never seen him look so innocent. Or vulnerable.Â
Tilting your head, you said with a chuckle, âIf Iâm ever caught complaining about my boyfriend not being able to keep his hands off me, alert the authorities because thatâs not me.â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean.âÂ
None of this was your fault either, of course. Stopping was as much of a crime to him as it was to you, but he quietly returned your laughter and timidly squeezed your hips as if to ground himself. âI just donât want this to be something that happened because we couldnât control ourselves.âÂ
In other words, he wanted something planned. Maybe he had envisioned it unfolding differently.Â
Which was reasonable, you thought. It was his first time, not yours. And it wasnât discouraging at allâthat solid bulge pressing between your legs revealed enough about the effect you had on him. No part of him didnât want to flip you over and fuck you senseless on that sofa but perhaps an impulsive make-out shouldnât steer the wheel for something he held off for so long.
So, despite how badly you wanted him, you stopped. You waited. You told yourself the anticipation was half the fun. âYouâre right. Youâre right. Must you always be right?â
âJust a gift bestowed from the Archon.â Sarcasm, even when all the blood that shouldâve been in his head had rushed to his cock. He watched you sigh. âIt seems you donât agree?â
âWell, if say I donât, you could always ravish me until I do.â You smiled from ear to ear, satisfied when a pale shade of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. Â
âStop that.âÂ
Alhiatham was thankful when you rolled off his lap and collapsed beside him with a buoyant giggle.
Even then, he already missed the weight of you on his groin, and the phantom tingle from when he allowed himself to touch you over your underwear was still fresh on his fingers. He didnât dare look at you right away, afraid that one glance at your pretty face, kiss-swollen lips, and the tremble in your thighs would set his skin alight all over again.
â â â
Remnants of Alhaithamâs birthday were scattered around your home. Half-finished slices of cake on abandoned plates. Few too many empty glasses litter the coffee table. The lingering scent of candles recently blown out.Â
Looking at the mess, you felt a wave of gratitude that the last batch of your friends had already come and gone.Â
Honestly, it was a good thing he chose to celebrate at your place. If heâd done it at his, there wouldâve been an inevitable crowd, and he and Kaveh wouldâve probably found themselves locked in a debate over something trivial like the spelling of a single word. The only thing to break it up would be the arrival of dawn.Â
Here, it was just the two of you. While youâd both enjoyed the company earlier, ending the night like this felt right.
As the street lamps outside flickered on to welcome the evening, Alhaitham lounged beside you. This was the most relaxed heâd looked all day, with one arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa and the other resting on his thigh with a new tome balanced loosely between his fingers. The dim light softened the sharp lines of his face, making him appear boyish as his sea-green eyes read the pages.
But he wasnât really reading.
It was obvious by how his eyes were fixed on the same spot. His pupils were slightly dilated, and maybe he had the wine to blame. Or something else altogether.Â
You finally broke the silence, leaning on the armrest to reach for your own glass. âItâs still your birthday, you know?â
Alhaitham returned his attention to you, closing the tome you bought for him without marking his place. âIs there a statute of limitations on celebrating?âÂ
Huffing a laugh, âNot exactly,â you said, swirling the wine in your glass before taking a sip. âBut Iâve been thinking about your birthday gift.â
âHm?â He replied, slightly confused. Heâd thought youâd already given him everything earlier in the day.
âJust wondering if thereâs anything else you might want.â You set your glass down and watched the dark liquid ripple. This was the perfect opportunity to bring up what had been on both of your minds.
âOh?â He blinked at you. âWell, this book you sought was quite a rare find. Iâm aware there are only two other copies. For that alone, I neednât ask for more.âÂ
âAnd if I told you that was only the appetiser?âÂ
Alhaitham adamantly shook his head. âIâm not following.âÂ
But you both knew that was false. The entire conversation was laced with implications, and this was a Haravatat genius you were speaking to. Nothing needed to be spelled out for him because you saw his throat bob with a subtle swallow. That alone told you he was already waging war with his thoughts.Â
Tonight felt different.Â
Aside from it being his literal birthday, ever since the morning youâd caught him eyeing your body on numerous counts.Â
One instance was when you conveniently sat across from him while your friends mingled, positioned so perfectly that he could see the triangle of underwear between your legs. It left little to the imagination, and when images flashed of him running his sticky tongue over your pantiesâhe bit the inside of his cheeks in shame.Â
Another time was not too long ago when you adjusted the strap of your dressâhe was sitting where he is now, and you had noticed his fixation on the exposed skin of your shoulder. When the flimsy strap irritatingly fell again, you pretended not to see him shifting his shorts by the crotch.Â
Something other than enticement was festering behind his gaze. It wasnât outright staring, but you had an inkling you were being carefully watched.Â
Maybe assessed was the better word.Â
There was only so much pretend-reading he could do before it became obvious that your boyfriend was undressing you in his mind and using his tome as a silly cover. All of that told you he was ready.Â
He just needed a little nudge. A precious courtesy.Â
âHaitham, youâve been thinking about it. Havenât you?âÂ
Alhaithamâs lips parted like he was about to deny it. But he didnât. He wasnât even sure he could. Between a sigh and a too-long pause, you were surprised when he admitted, âOf course I have. Iâm not immune to⌠well, you.âÂ
An intentional smile formed at the drop of that last word, and your cheeks immediately grew hot. âYou look beautiful,â he continued, but then his tone dipped into something far more audacious. âI might be convinced you were trying to steal my thunder today.âÂ
The sincerity behind his delivery made your heart pound like a drumline beneath your ribs.Â
When you dared slip your hand to his knee, his muscles reflexively twitched. He didnât try to stop you as you slowly traced the outline of his leg. Â
âThat honesty is going to get you in a lot of trouble, birthday boy.â Â
âTrouble?â He said with a knowing smirk. âI think Iâm already in enough trouble for tonight, donât you?â You let him take your wrist to his mouth, and he suckled above your pulse, soft and slow.Â
Goosebumps danced across your arm before you stood up.
Alhaitham tracked every step you made, and his burning hands instinctively moved to your waist when you stopped between his legs. As you leaned down, he almost shut his eyes, expecting a kiss. âWhat do you mean? Iâm terribly innocent.â
The heat of his touch seared through your dress, and you didnât falter when he started bunching up the fabric.Â
Alhaitham, he was different.Â
Unlike the temporary touches of almost-lovers, every place his hands explored left a trail of fire in their wake. He always held you like the space between you was something he could not tolerate. Everything had to be met. Tongue. Hands. Body. Mind.Â
Alhaitham loved you. Deeply. Utterly. In ways that contradicted his nature. It was neither measured nor composed, only barbaric and all-encompassing.Â
And credit must be due to you for being the most patient person in the world.
âSo,â you said quietly, brushing away those unruly greys that tickled his forehead. âDo you feel like this time is rushed?â
His long fingers tightened around you, answering your question before he spoke. Whatever hesitation he felt had apparently already passed. âNo, this is perfect.âÂ
As he looked up at you through those curtain of long lashes, an indulgent question had accidentally slipped out of your mouth: âHow often do you picture yourself having your way with me?â
A muscle in his jaw ticked. Clearly defeated by your feathery voice, he exhaled through his nose, almost jaded, âConstantly."
For some reason, you were still caught by surprise. Even if it lasted for a sliver of a second, when his admiration for you felt too good to be true, sometimes you thought it all a farce. But you were wrong.Â
"In fact, Iâm thinking about it right now," he continued.
Without needing any more reassurance than that, you closed the distance. âDo you mind?â You asked over his lips.Â
âNot at all,â he said like he was granting you a wish.Â
One tender kiss bled into another, then another, until his tongue started rolling over yours, swallowing your gasps in between. Then it turned into something wet and visceral. Your body wilted each time they collided, but when his teeth sunk into your bottom lip, a riot of sensations gathered between your thighs.Â
Fuck, you swore internally.Â
Alhaitham may be a virgin, but he sure didnât kiss like one.
Still standing, you snaked your arms around his neck and combed at the ends of his hair. No matter how often youâd done this, the sound of his grunts always drowned out the rest of the world.Â
Your lips broke apart for only a moment when you were forced to find air. There were too many annoying layers between the two of you, so the cycle of kissing and never crossing that line was forever broken when you pulled on his shirt, âTake this off.âÂ
Letting you go, even for a second, was unbearable, so when he lifted his arms to rid himself of the barrier, he greedily chased another kiss. The fabric dragged over his torso, revealing inch by inch of warm, silky skin stretched taut over muscle, and as soon as the shirt was gone, you traced the broad plane of his chest.Â
From this view, you wonder if he was thinking about how many times he had imagined this moment. How many nights he had stared at the ceiling, picturing your hands on him just like this?Â
âNervous?â You asked, following your palm over the firm ridges of his abdomen as you connected lips again, pecking them softly this time like a butterfly kissing the edge of a blooming flower.
âImpossible.â Alhaitham relaxed his shoulders and pulled blindly at your waist. You looked so prettyâif anything, he was excited to fuck you. âIâm in good hands.â
Your lips trailed downward, over his jaw, his throat, ghosting his uncharted collarbones before moving even lower. Cushions collapsed to the floor as he began to fray beneath you, his body keening toward your open-mouth kisses no matter how much he tried to hold himself together.
âBabyââ he rasped. Your knees wobbled at his sweet call. The quietest groan escaped his mouth, and you felt it reverberate against your lips where they hovered just above his navel. His scent was richer hereâclean but muskier, and engulfing your senses to the point of dizziness.Â
Sinking to your knees, your tongue followed the dark path of hair that disappeared beneath his shorts while your hands nimbly pushed at his growing tent, ââFuck,â he sighed, screwing his eyes shut. It pulsed involuntarily against the restraint, and already, a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. Your heart was racing; the size of it felt even bigger in your hand.Â
You toyed at the waistband. âHaitham, tell me if you want to stop, okay?â
He nodded, slumping back into the sofa. Sure, but he doesnât think he will. His lack of words made you wonder if heâd actually heard you.Â
You palmed his bulge one last time before pulling everything down and immediately, his cock sprung against his stomach, giving it a good slapping sound while you ogled at the sheer size. And weight.Â
It was so much prettier than youâd imagineânot too veiny, plump and pink at the tip, slightly curved, and already glistening with precum under the hues of evening light. A handful of beauty marks dotted the underside of his shaft, which would only help you out in the future when you had to decide which parts of him you wanted to kiss first. It mightâve been the prettiest thing youâd ever seen.Â
Rubbing your thumb over the tip, you peered up at him, and as expected, âOhâŚâ he rolled his eyes back, lulling himself in the immediate pleasure. At that moment, he knew fucking his fist in the dead of night would never feel the same again. Not when they can be hugged by your soft, velvety hands.
Alhaithamâs body jittered under you with each small stroke along his length. Another fat ball of precum dribbled over your knuckles and made it extra slipperyâhe was so hard, he could barely look at you through his drowsy eyes.Â
âDo you like how this feels, baby?â
His feelings wavered between bucking for more friction or letting you dictate his ruin. âI- ah- love it. Keep going⌠PleaseâŚâ Either way, by the time this was over, Alhaitham was going to walk away a new man.Â
His cock was so heavy, so wide in your hand that you briefly imagined it training your hole open. You desperately clenched around nothingâsuddenly it was your turn to feel needy, and as a result, your strokes became even faster as you thought about him stuffing you with it instead.Â
Each languid pump chipped away at his resolve, but it was you who was beginning to lose control. Your free hand couldnât hold still for any longer, so they snaked to the throbbing heat that had been building between your legs for too long. The first roll of circles over your clit sent a sharp jolt up your spine. âMmmm,â you were already so wet, your slick drenched your fingers within seconds.
Alhaitham's thighs twitched at the sound of you. That was a moan. A real fucking moan. A multitude of things could turn him on but watching his girlfriend play with herself and moaning above his cock made him spasm in his spot. He was begging for more, even if he couldnât form the words.
âAhh, HaithamâŚâ you mewled his name softly as you slid two fingers inside your sopping entrance. Without waiting any longer, you spat on the leaking tip as a courtesy warning before taking the entire length in your mouth all at once.
âGodâŚâ Alhaitham groaned, drawn out like the sensation alone could tear him apart. He couldâve jumped out of his seat if not for the vice grip he had on the sofa, his knuckles white from holding onto it like a lifeline. The inside of your mouth was so warm, your tongue so blissfully foreign and you felt him stiffen up even more when you sloppily sucked and popped off with a messy slurp.Â
âThis definitely... isn't your first time,â His voice was rough with lust.Â
Every tantalising lick was written off as proof of your experience.  Â
The praise, while indirect, made your cunt clamp around your moving fingers. You hummed, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock before pulling back with another lewd pop, âNo,â you casually admitted, licking a stray tear of precum from your lips. âBut itâs my first time taking something so big.âÂ
âNo need to flatter me,â he murmured softly, lifting your dripping chin with a single finger. âYouâre already doing enough.â Â
But damn, he thought. If that were true, heâd be the one to stretch you further than anyone else.
After returning your lips around him, he unexpectedly brought his hand to the back of your head.Â
This time, he didnât want to sit back. âSlowlyâŚâ he sucked in a breath. âI⌠want to try something.âÂ
Alhaitham apparently grew some confidence of his own, which made your fingers work even faster inside yourself. Your lips sank lower and lower. Throat tightening as his thick cock tunneled its way throughâ
âMmphâ!!â Your sudden yelp was muffled when his mushroom tip nudged the back of your throat. The vibration of it made him buckle his knees beside you.Â
Oh, he was weak for you. And he knew it.Â
âUghâ Look at youâŚâ he groaned through gritted teeth. Still, despite the newfound confidence, he was losing the battle fast. He had buckled so hard, he was worried heâd already cum but he was relieved when you gagged and withdrew, leaving only strings of saliva connecting to his fat length.Â
That was enough to tell him he couldnât hold it off anymore.Â
Alhaitham could barely think straight. His cock was twitching, aching, still glossy from your mouth, and somehow standing taller than when all of this started.Â
âCome here,â he pleaded, and now his heart pounded because it was finally happening.Â
His eyes were hazy when he hoisted you up, catching you in his lap to taste himself on your tongue. The kiss was feral and teeth-clashing, and the curl of your name kept being whispered again and again between breaths.Â
His hands wasted no time, sliding down your body, comfortably hiking up your dress while he met his cock with your entrance. Even with your underwear in the way, you felt just how girthy he was and squeezed around the head as much as your flimsy panties allowed.Â
âHaitham~â you whimpered, continuing to grind on him.Â
Between his own rolling of his hips, he eagerly helped you tug your dress over your head. Then you hurriedly removed your underwear and returned to his lap.
For a brief moment, he just stared.Â
His jaw went slack. His chest rose and fell slowly.Â
It was a showcase of your bare body, your soft tummy, your sweat-stricken tits, and your exposed pussy.Â
Suddenly, you felt shy, but he reached out with surprising gentleness, smoothing his palm over your waist, then up to your chest.Â
âI know I keep repeating myself, but seriously,â he hushed, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you shiver. âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
He looked at you like you were something divine and overcome, your lips crashed against his.
A guttural sound escaped his throat as he kissed you back with just as much hunger.
 âI love you,â you whispered to him. Another twist of your tongue. I love you. Another hand tangled in his hair. I love you. Another peek at your loving boyfriend, eyes shut and kissing you so tenderly like it was the only thing he knew. I love you.Â
His hand slipped between your legs, fingers parting the opening where you were dripping for him. If you hadnât known him at all, you wouldâve never guessed this was his first time. Perhaps preparing for this really paid off in the end.Â
Your legs trembled around his hand, but it wasnât enough. You wanted more. The need clawed at you.
His hand gripped your putty thighs, forcing them open as he stared at the pretty mess.Â
Alhaitham flicked his gaze back to yours. âI love you, too,â his voice was hoarse. âAnd I need to be inside you.â It was then you understood why puppy eyes worked on people. No argument could ever shield him away when he pleaded for you like that. It would be like kicking a puppy in the most literal sense.Â
You gave him a nod of approval. Itâs okay.Â
He exhaled as he positioned himself. The downright weight of it jerking against your clit made you whimper. You couldnât help but rock into it, circling his shaft with your juices while he was on the cusp of shattering.Â
Finally, he lined the swollen head at your entrance, and a sharp gasp left you as he slowly pushed in, stretching you apart like all those times you fantasised in the privacy of your bedroom, but this was much, much better.Â
Inch by inch, your walls latched onto him andâ
âShitââ Alhaitham cursed under his breath.Â
Nothing has ever felt so warm or soft. Or all-consuming. His entire vision was a blur. There was no doubt he was already painting a clear, sticky mess on your walls.Â
Your nails sank into his meaty arms, his name tumbled from your lips as he gradually slotted himself completely inside you. His groan was so deep and wrecked that it made you tremble around him even more.Â
Your legs tightened at his side, urging him deeper. âT-Thoughts?â You asked, barely. It remained a mystery how you stayed teasing even as pleasure threatened to steal your words away.Â
âYouâre so⌠tight,â he managed to breathe, thrusting up experimentally. His head dropped to your shoulder as he relished in the wet heat of you wrapped around him. âBetter than my hands." Â
"Better than I ever imagined, actually." A strained chuckle left him. âAnd I imagined a lot.âÂ
Another slow thrust. His fingers embedded themselves around your waist, possessive, obsessive, and he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in.
You smiled even though you knew he couldnât see. âYou donât have to hold back.âÂ
Your cute encouragement made him snap.
He lifted you slightly before slamming you down on his hips, plunging as far as he could. Right as he did, you arched your back and struggled to find your bearings. The sound of your jutted cries echoed freely in the living room, only for it to be swallowed by his muttering against your skinâ
âYouâre perfect.âÂ
A deep thrust, much harder this time.Â
âI canât believe youâre mine.âÂ
His teeth scraped against your neck.Â
And then he really started fucking you.Â
Every bounce punctured all the right spots, and you could only whine while rivers of sweat glued your bodies together. You tried to keep up with him, but he was so fervent with his hips that your mind went cloudy.Â
More often than not, you tend to forget how strong your boyfriend is, but youâll never need a reminder after this. Not with how easily his large hands guided you up and down his throbbing cock. You were helpless against the feverish way he moved you.Â
Plap. Plap. Plap. Each wet slap of your fleshy ass against his thighs sent a violent shudder through him, decorating his skin with flushed, red marks where you landed.Â
Who knew Alhaitham could be so obscene and filthy?
âI can see whyâpeopleâenjoy this,â was all he could muster you as deliciously gripped him. Every word punched out of him from the force of your tight cunt.Â
However, as good as it felt, most of his enjoyment came from looking at you.Â
âMhmâŚ!â you babbled, brain foggy and hands abandoning his shoulders to roll your sensitive nipples between your fingers, twisting and tugging and arching your back so your tits were right in his face. âBut are youâ?â You tried to ask between ragged moans, but he cut you off with a snap of his hips.
Heâd never seen you in such a messy state, âAre you fucking kidding me?â He was nearly offended at the implication that he wasnât. How could he not be? He was buried to the hilt and drinking in every filthy little sound that spilled from your lips.
He wanted to engrave the image of this memory into his mind forever.
The creak of the sofa legs as they scraped back and forth on your floor; the squelch of your soaking pussy; your arousal smearing the base of his shaft, running down his legs with every feverish roll.Â
Even like this, even while he was losing every last shred of innocence, his mind was already latching onto something elseâ
âIâm already looking forward to doing this againâŚâÂ
Alhaitham, who fucking loved you, was also going to love fucking you.Â
Oh, and the toe-curling sensation of his balls smacking the back of your pussy intensified.Â
For each erratic push, your battered clit rubbed even more against his pubic bone. Your eyes were starting to drop, and your voice only came in erotic moans. âBaby, pleaseâŚâ Youâve adjusted to the stretch by now, but youâll never get used to how you can feel every curve or ridge mind-meltingly dragging inside you. âDonât stopââ
He wishes he could just record the way you coo at him like that, because your honeyed tone damn near made him bust on the spot.Â
âF-Fuckk-Ngh⌠Love, Iâm close,â he groaned, forehead falling against yours as his hips stuttered. His hungry, feral eyesâwild, desperate, blown back with lust searched yours, now certain of what he wanted.
âInside,â you panted, cradling the back of his head with your arms. âI bought a contraceptive tonic⌠You can cum inside.âÂ
Alhaitham froze, for just a second.Â
But with your permission, he lost whatever fragile thread of control he had left. Using the last of his strength, he clumsily wrapped himself around your waist and attacked your G-spot over and over.Â
âQuickly,â you urged him, âBecause Iâm gonnaâ!â A feeling in your stomach coiled before you could finish your sentence. With his hips rolling at an angle, everything you were holding together finally broke apart. Your ears abruptly rang, and your vision went entirely white, as if monthsâ worth of pent-up energy was gushing out of you.Â
You pushed through the untangling in your gut, feeling everything all at once as your orgasm obliterated your senses. The downpour left you mewling, writhing, and spasming around him like a tightening knot. You've cummed to the thought of him but you always felt like something was missing.
Nothing but desperate moaning and the crying of his name met his ears while you blissfully rode him out.Â
A harsh thrust later did it for him, too.Â
His merciless rhythm shattered as he rutted inside one last time, a guttural groan ripping from his throat like all the air was being punched from his lungs. âHahâIâm cumming!â His cock pulsed violently as he came, hot ropes of ivory spilling deep inside you, with him losing focus after each shudder of his hips.Â
So much of it was already oozing out of you despite how tight you still were, and you saw the ruin it brought on him. He was beautiful with his brows pinched tight and strands of damp silver sticking to his forehead. Every flex of his toned arms and chest showcased the primal strength beneath his elegance.
Alhaitham whimperedâit was barely audible as he slumped against your chest. He clung to you, panting, hot breath fanning your shoulder as he pumped out the last tremors of his release. His balls tightened for the final time as they emptied inside you.
Neither of you moved. Just sticky heat, layers upon layers of sweat, and the aftershocks pulsing through your trembling bodies.
Then, slowly, his hands fell to his sides.
ââŚThat wasâŚâ he started, feeling like his mind was still trying to piece itself together. His body practically surrendered against the sofa.
You swiped a thumb over his jaw, smiling. âYeah.â
A beat passed.
When Alhaitham lifted his head, blinking at you, completely softened by the afterglow, it hit you.
Your boyfriend wasnât a virgin anymore.
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For @haunting-heroes-creative-games Poetry-Inspired GTA, I made this comic based on "10 legs, 8 broken" by tiktok user68519586.
For those unfamiliar with the poem, it's a conversation between a spider and the human who squashed it. It's a poem that reframed how I think about and interact with bugs in my house, so it's important to me personally; but what really stuck with me is the hate the human has for the spider, mingled with fear and a sense of entitlement, it reminds me of the way the various anti-ghost characters in Danny Phantom talk about ghosts, from the disgust to the lack of care about a ghost's sense of pain, self, and existence in a world that is shared (even if ghosts are "from" the ghost zone (though many of them used to be humans, so really they're not only from the GZ)). Spiders are distinct from other kinds of bugs; as any Spider-Man fan surely knows, they're not insects! They're arachnids. They help control other kinds of bugs onenmight not want in one's house for various reasons. So Danny as the role of the spider in the poem is fitting on several levels.
When making this comic, I wanted to create distance between the humans and their humnity because of how they act, so I hid their eyes, including Jack who usually does not wear his goggles. Eyes are the windows to the soul, so by keeping theirneyes hidden from our sight (and Dannyâs), we get perspective into how he's feeling. Danny only ever has one eye showing at a time because of his own internal conflict about his status as human. There's a secret eye hidden in one of the panels, though. Can you find it? (Hint: it's symbolic)
I might post a part 2 to this eventually, but I think it feels complete as is. So we'll see!
Full poem under cut!
To the spider,
the shadowed creature in the corner of the room
i hate you.
You scared me just as your brothers and sisters did before you,
and i will tell you what i told them,
You are a trespasser that does not belong here.
You entered without knocking.
Roamed freely like this is your home and decorated my walls with unwanted, silk webs without asking.
You may not be the only killer here, but only one of us is innocent, a
nd it's not you.
The spider says to me, it's brittle body squashed and dying,
It's not you, either.
There is venom infused in my fang-shaped maws,
but i was born this way.
What's your excuse?
If you could count your murders, how long would you be counting?
Am i really this threatening?
I thought human hearts were bigger that mine, but you have killed with malice instead of marrow of your bones and poison bubbling
behind your scowl
And i'm sorry for scaring you,
but i didn't know being seen would cost me my life.
Maybe
If you didn't fabricate the prickly feeling of my legs creeping upon your skin while I crawled across the living room floor,
If the webs I weaved were made of cotton candy and captured clementines, cherries, and sweet peas rather than struggling wings and blood;
If i had a pink tongue, push fur, a wagging tail, and fur legs instead of eight
If i had only two eyes, and they were glittering stars and not supermassive block holes;
If i was the same but looked different; maybe you wouldn't hate me.
Maybe you wouldn't have loved me, either, and maybe you still wouldn't have let me stay,
but maybe you would've shown me the door or a window.
Maybe you would've shown me mercy.
(But you are still standing, and I am still sorry).
I think
maybe,
no matter how reluctant,
mercy would've been enough.
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SYSTEM! SHEN YUAN PT.3
Too tired to do my obligations, but too stressed out to sleep, so here we find ourselves again.
This, once again, got horribly long- so long, in fact, I think this is the longest post in this 'trilogy'-, so I apologize in advance (âĽáşâĽ;) I also apologize for the lack of doodles, but dont worry! Im preparing a special one for later <33

After that night where SY offered Binghe an umbrella, things have certainly⌠changed. Unlike before, where SY spent most of his time mapping away at the ridiculously complex castle hallways and carefully marking away which times it was most likely for SY to be able to get close to Xin Mo, alongside doing his âservantâ duties of gathering dirty laundry and cleaning a room here and there, his routine had been suddenly adjusted; now, while he still needed to do everything he was doing before, his servant duties consisted of accompanying the chosen Wife Of The Day.
Or, well, thatâs how one of the higher ranking staff had put it, that he was to attend to whatever wife Lord Luo decided to entertain for the day, but honestly, SY was starting to suspect that that had been a convoluted way for Binghe to have SY around whenever he wanted, whichâŚ. Was frankly quite worrying! To have the golden protagonist keep his eyes glued on his back almost every second they were in the same room, which - if SY looked back- usually led to Binghe looking away in a (bad) attempt to pretend he wasnât glaring daggers at SY was more than enough for SY to think the Emperor was probably plotting his demise.
What else could it be? Specially with the way Bingheâs hand seemed to always be lightly tugging at the tassel on his hair every time SY caught him looking, he suspects Binghe had caught onto SY not actually being a servant, and instead that weird guy he saw before he fell into hell that one time. What if Binghe thought SY was somehow involved into the Abyss Incident?? Lord Luo, please have mercy on this servant!
Though, maybe the strangest part of it all, was that sometimes Binghe and SY would just⌠talk. Usually when the Wife Of The Day was doing something else (e.g. playing music for her husband, or practicing archery, or doing anything that didnât involve LBH 100% at her side), Binghe would just start musing out loud about the strangest things. It started with questions that were all fair to ask, like âHow come this servant is a human in the demon realmâ, or âHow come this servant has such short hairâ (SY bullshitted something about being a former slave) but eventually it shifted to questions that were a bit more⌠random. Or, well, not even questions, musings that Binghe muttered out loud but clearly wanted SYâs input.
It started with minimal things, like Binghe wondering about some type of monster he wanted to fight but he forgot how to do it without damaging the fur too much, which, after a minute of silence and a not-so-subtle look at SY, led to SY nerding out and saying not only the monsters weakness, but what could be done with every important part of the body. Though, the day after that SY realized how strange it was that Binghe was wondering that out loud, since he only fought that monster well into his time as an Emperor, and he swore he remembered one of the wives gushing about her new bracelet that was made from the rare bones of that creature just a few days agoâŚ
Anyways, it continued with questions of similar nature: musings on how to kill a monster Binghe would have no problem killing, to what he should eat for dinner, to what gift should he get for Wife Of The Day. Of course, SY answered all the âquestionsâ, and sometimes they even made it to having an actual conversation! Sure, it was a little stilted, SY could not figure out for the life of him why the great Lord Luo was interacting with a random servant, but one day it all finally clicked to him. Binghe had been in the middle of âmusingâ about hair oils(??), when SY couldnât help but interrupt him:
âAhâŚ. Apologies if this lowly servant is overstepping, My Lord, but does My Lord just want someone to talk to?â
A few emotions flashed through Binghe's face quickly enough for SY to not be able to decifer any of them, but eventually landing on a sheepish smile. "This Lord has been found out."
Oh, how cute! And how sad! SY had noticed when SQH was just showing him his shitty story how sad that LBH, even after getting the world to bow at his feet, never really had friendships. Sure, he still had all the love he could want, but sometimes people need friends to talk to, not lovers!
While he knew that he shouldn't interact with characters in world overlooked by the System unless they were transmigrators, SY couldn't help but feel that the situation was dire enough that LBH would turn to a no-name servant in this time of desperation. And it would be a great opportunity to study Xin Mo more closely as well! If SY showed LBH the wonders of friendship, maybe he could pass by his supervisor that he only had to do what was necessary for this world to not implode on itself.
Besides, who could even say no to such a handsome man such as LBH? Is as the old saying goes: what the protagonist wants, he shall have.
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SY's friendship plan has been going great! After figuring out Binghe's intentions, it seems all of the protagonists reservations flew out the window, and SY was now responsible for being Binghe's personal retainer. Not that that meant too much, since Binghe liked to bend the rules to his liking, and some tasks that should be SY's responsability sometimes were pushed to another servant or Binghe himself made them (which, ???)
Mostly, SY stood at Binghe's side, served tea, was used so Binghe could bounce ideas off of someone, and tended to finer details. All of that very much manageable, if not for the weird mood swings LBH would have sometimes. Yuan, as he has told Binghe was his name after being too scared of the repercutions of using 'Shen', was to accompany him all the time, but sometimes not all the time, or else LBH would get moody; Yuan was to listen to LBH's ideas and plans, and should always comment back or else Binghe would feel neglected, but not too much or else, as LBH had put it, could 'bring back bad memories'; Yuan was to tend to LBH's night routine, even as far as to brush his hair, and if he refused LBH (again) get all moody, but he couldn't brush too much, and he had to do at least one braid but NEVER touch the old, frizzy braid that still had that damn tassle-
Honestly, it was a careful game of balance, which reminded SY more often than not of a child that got mad when their older sibling didn't quite understand the redundant rules they made for a make-believe. Any other person would get fed up, and probably scared of Binghe's constant mood swings, but SY had him all figured out, and his resilience proved to be useful time and time again, since most of the time after his sour mood passed, Binghe would come crawling back with the most pitiful face ever, and what was SY to do? As LBH's friend, it was his duty to hug him and pat his head! (And no one could judge him for that, since if he didn't pat Binghe's head, his mood would plummet all over again.)
Though... SY did feel kind of bad. He wouldn't be able to stay with Binghe forever, and would even need to potentially steal his all-powerful sword for a little bit so everything wouldn't get corrupted. Honestly, the only thing keeping SY from worrying about being labled as a traitor and potentially getting killed was that he would just go back to the System's office and go on with his life.
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LBH, eventually, caught onto SY's plan on leaving - really, it was only a matter of time. After that fateful encounter with that other SQQ, LBH had found himself in rather pitiful state, questioning everything he knew until that moment and wondering why he couldn't achieve that happiness, and desperately trying to search for a SQQ of his own. He had contemplated going back to that first world, but what would it even matter? Even if he took SQQ by force, his heart would still be with that other LBH, and Binghe couldn't bear the thought that he wouldn't be everything in SQQ's world, as he had become for LBH.
Specially after Meng Mo had one day interupted his carefully crafted dream of an idelic world and pointed out some curious memories he'd almost forgotten about. That day, when back in his childhood, when he'd been beaten up by a buch of older kids and hallucinated a man in strange clothes before passing out and waking up protected from the rain. Or when he thought he'd lost his jade pendant forever, only to magically appear in the cabin later.
Or the strange man in the Immortal Alliance Conference.
After SQQ- SJ , that good-for-nothing scum- pushed him to the Abyss, he tried his best to never think about that day again, too scared by how weak he'd been, pleading to man that would sell his soul for one more night at that brothel of his if he could, but now... Now that he could mold his dreamscape any way he wanted, he could look back with a clear mind, which eventually led to the conclusion: It must have been the same person. The same strangely dressed man that helped him in his childhood somehow appeared at the Immortal Alliance again, and even had left provisions right next to where Binghe had fallen.
He'd convinced himself, after many, many years of wishing for a miracle, that he's simply imagined the man, one last thread to keep himself from going insane, but after meeting the other SQQ...
And then Yuan came in. A new servant that seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
It took some observation, and a lot preparing himself to face dissapointment that maybe he was just projecting, putting the image of someone else onto a random man, but that day, when LBH was wondering if he was just wasting time, that that beautiful dream of having his version of SQQ would not happen any time in this world, that maybe he really should just go look at other worlds; after all, if it happened once, it had to happen again, right? Not that it mattered in the end, since while he spireled, much to Xin Mo's pleasure, an umbrella was put over his head, and all his doubts had washed away.
Yuan had to be his version of SQQ, it had to be. And after all his effort of getting close to him, after going so far to keep Yuan at his side, even if he still battled with that his perception of SJ and the other SQQ sometimes overlapping with Yuan's image, even if he still wasn't ready to let go of that one braid, he was becoming more and more sure in his assumption that his SQQ had come to him. Everything was going as planned, and LBH was in track to finally begin to properly court him, and yet-
He was sure Yuan wanted to leave. He wasn't sure why, not how he would do that, maybe just dissapear like he had all those years ago and either only appear again 5, 10, 100 years in the future or go back to wherever he came from in the first place. But LBH knew Yuan wanted to leave, that he needed to complete whatever mission he had (after LBH managed to pry that out of his dreams, which where another source of confusion, with how absurdly difficult they were to even get a grasp of), and that, under any circumstances, he could let Yuan escape his sight.
Not again. Never again.
Binghe had become even stickier in the last few weeks. Not that SY minded, it was very cute to see such a different side from the cool, badass Lord Luo, but SY was running out of time. Since Binghe became stickier, his mood swings had worsened even more, now not wanting SY to be anywhere that Binghe wasn't, and Xin Mo seemed to be thriving off of whatever was making Binghe extra protective, though it was becoming a genuine problem now, since Binghe suddenly refused to see any of his wive's to deal with the Xin Mo problem, and he seemed to be on the verge of qi deviation at all times.
In fact, the only reason Binghe hadn't already qi deviated was because SY was abusing his Personal System and chipping away at the qi deviation in Binghe's night routine, since it was the only time where he was physically very close to Binghe and could spend long periods of time manually coding away at the System screen without it looking suspicious.
But, as if that wasn't enough of a problem, since Xin Mo was having the time of it's life recently, the virus clinging to the sword was also getting stronger, leaving even more residuals all along the castle and bordering on infecting Binghe himself.
His Scissors where thankfully, repaired, and his sweet, sweet manager was even kind enough to send him some extra energy supplies, but at the rate the virus was spreading, he was worrying that he would have to deal with the source as soon as possible or else it would become to strong to deal with it in a non-destructive way.
He... Didn't want to leave Binghe just yet, specially since he wanted SY's attention more than ever recently, but...
No, he needed to do this; their time together was never supposed to be eternal anyways, and if he let the virus spread, he would only be putting LBH's life in danger, and he couldn't continue living with himself after that. He decided he would fix the virus at night, while Binghe slept, and by the next morning he would be gone - he would have, after all, just enough energy to go back to the office.
He just hoped Binghe would be able to forgive him later.
When night came, and SY got to doing the usual night preparations, it just felt like an extra needle being stabbed in his heart when, while brushing Binghe's hair, Binghe looks back uncharacteristicly anxious, and asks if SY can undo the braid and remake it. SY does, and if Binghe notices SY takes extra long to pamper him that night, he says nothing.
When SY is sure Binghe is asleep, he sneaks out of his room and heads to back to Binghe's. Yeah, maybe he stalls a bit with snipping off every piece of the residual virus he came across, but one could argue he was just being extra thorough with his job.
The excuse, unfortunately, didn't last long and eventually he found himself in front of Binghe's room, staring at the door as if he was about to be sentenced to death. After a few minutes of reminding himself that he needed to do this, he took a deep breath and slowly opened the doors. Binghe usually slept with the sword perched right beside his bed, so SY would probably have to use the System and put Binghe in an extra deep sleep if he wanted to make sure the other didn't wake-
The moment he places a foot inside, though, he realizes something is wrong; the room is empty, Binghe is not asleep in his bed and Xin Mo is not besides the bed. Oh, oh no, had Binghe-
"A-Yuan." Binghe says, and SY nearly jumps as he turns around. There LBH stands in the middle of the hallway, not even in his sleeping robes, with a hand clutched tightly on Xin Mo's handle. His eyes are watery but no tears spill.
SY tries to speak but finds he doesn't even know what to say, he can't even try to deny that he's up to something, since his gigantic Scissors are just out an about. Still, he tries to make Binghe understand, say that he needs to do this, and after this Binghe won't have to worry about anything anymore. Though it barely seems like Binghe is listening, and eventually just cuts in when SY starts to say anything in his panic.
"This is what A-Yuan wants, right?" He asks, extending one arm and presenting the glitched out Xin Mo. SY doesn't even have the chance to find an excuse, as Binghe immediately continues. "Than take it."
"Wh- Huh?" "Take it."
He's so shocked he almost drops his Scissors. What does he mean 'take it'??? Binghe has to know everything that's at stake here! He doesn't even know what SY wants to do with it! He tries to say that, how Binghe shouldn't just hand the sword to anyone like that, but a sudden burst of energy set his priorities straight. Shit- The virus! It's growing by the second, at this point SY will have to cut Xin Mo-
"...Binghe, I-" "I don't care what A-Yuan wants with Xin Mo! Take it, use it, break it if you want, I don't care! But if A-Yuan takes it, than he will have to stay." "Binghe, that's not..." "Why not?! That's your goal, right? Do whatever it is that you want to do with Xin Mo? Than here you go, A-Yuan can do it, but I won't let you leave me again."
SY can't even mask when his eyes dart towards the tassle on Binghe's new braid. Binghe just clenched his jaw, but it feels like confirmation enough.
He adjusts his grip on the Scissors, and, as he has nothing else to hide, dispels the System's illusion, his simple clothes glitching out to reveal the System's uniform. Binghe's eyes fill even more with tears, but none fall."
"I... I'll have to go back, Binghe." "No." "Binghe, listen to me, I-" "No. No! A-Yuan will get Xin Mo, and then he will stay." "I-" "You will stay! I can't-" Binghe can't even finish his sentence before he has to choke out a sob.
The virus starts warping the air around it, and slowly crawling up Binghe's arm. SY's decision has practically been made for him. He lifts the Scissors. Binghe pushes Xin Mo forward.
"...I'll come back." "A-Yuan-" "I'll come back, Binghe." One single tear falls and his arm jerks, not knowing if he trusts SY's words or not. He still his arm as the Scissor blades encircle Xin Mo.
"A-Yuan..." "I'll come back, I promise." "..." "I promise."
"......Okay."
Shen Yuan cuts Xin Mo.
#WE'RE DONE FOR REAL NOW!!#maybe#ill probably do an epilogue#but yay! its finished!#sy comes back btw#this is a happy ending dont know it its clear#i made that last drawing all the way back in part 1#also idk if its obvious but i kinda rushed the ending#I NEEDED THIS DONE OK#svsss#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#luo binghe#luo bingge#bingyuan#binggeyuan#drabble#long post#very long post#doodles#komm's system au
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Why do you think resilience for and familiarity with trying things and being bad at them is so low right now?
the pandemic, the explosion of social media, fear of crime and loss of public spaces creating an increasingly atomized society, capitalism preventing most people in industrialized countries from developing hands-on skills and an understanding of how things are made, and most of all white supremacy -- that last one is the biggie so i will explain further.
the inability to cope thru difficulty is a pretty common consequence of being incredibly privileged, coming from a long lineage of human beings who were raised and catered to by slaves and servants, and being told that you are precious and fragile and in need of protection from the outside world, particularly when these experiences are combined with the lack of close cultural ties that many white communities suffer from.
to put it very simplistically, most Black and brown people have had no choice but to learn how to develop new skills, interact carefully and considerately with other people, and show resilience, and they are also more likely to have formed & relied upon closely-knit communities that teach one another coping strategies and support one another, as a means of survival. It isn't the case that suffering from racism makes a people more noble or connected inherently, it's just that the people who are able to survive centuries of slavery and subjugation are the ones who developed particular strategies for doing so, and have the skills to do so.
white people in contrast (especially rich and highly assimilated ones) live a relatively more insulated existence where they are protected from the direst consequences of social failures, so they never have to develop those keen social skills. a mistake doesn't get them killed or imprisoned, just looked down upon, or maybe even taken care of. their feelings are catered to and they are allowed to avoid discomfort as much as possible. they can often buy their way out of problems and uncomfortable situations, or buy their kids' way out of them. and because of their wealth, they don't lean on large communities but rather withdraw from them in order to protect their wealth and status. this makes them interpersonally very weak but structurally very strong.
for many white, assimilated people there is a lot less interacting with strangers that goes on, less laughing and joking and riding the train/walking to the market/encountering others who are different from you, and so you don't have social skills, playfulness, or an understanding that the outside world isn't all scary. people who come from larger, more interconnected communities get far more social practice. they learn how to interact with lots of other people constantly, and learn cultural practices that help them develop skills -- how to dance, play an instrument, sing, perform cultural or spiritual traditions, speak multiple languages, tell stories captivatingly, cook, and so on. if you keep your kids locked up inside their mansion or suburban house where they have a nanny and food delivery, they don't learn how to do much and become scared of everything!
the reality of how this stuff plays out is obviously more complex than just rattling off what identities that a person has, you see these dynamics in wealthy, higher social status, more assimilated families of color too, and white families that are more working class are less likely to show evidence of all of this, as are immigrant groups and diasporic communities. but as a general pattern: it's fucking whiteness, fear of the other, and the twisting, isolating effects of wealth and privilege.
and if a person is living in a imperial country like the United States, they are still massively wealthy and privileged compared to most humans on the globe, so they will show evidence of this stuff to some extent, even if they do have a relatively difficult life in the US.
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I want an AU where Steve is a werewolf and Eddie is a vampire except neither of them know about the other.
Eddie is the frontman of an up and coming band, but he's left his coven and surrounded himself with humans. They perform after sunset anyway so it's easy enough for him to hide his nature.
Steve has similarly left his toxic family pack and built his own pseudo-pack through the kids. He works as a park ranger. Or an ornithologist. Or something else nature-y/nerdy. But no one knows about his furry little secret.
Maybe Steve ends up attending a concert with one of the kids who has VIP passes and Eddie zeros in on Steve immediately at the meet and greet because he's pretty and preppy and delightfully out of place and also he smells good. And Steve is having similar thoughts, but he tries to play it off because there's no way an honest to god rock star would be interested in him and his polo and his boat shoes (also his hearing is temporarily fucked from the concert, so he doesn't register Eddie's lack of heartbeat).
After some light flirting, Eddie invites Steve back to his hotel and Steve is like, you know what? Yes. I am going to have a one night stand with the gorgeous front man of a metal band and I'll probably fall a little in love with him by the end of the night and it will break my heart when he kicks me out in the morning, but it will be an experience. Let me go drop off my kids and I'll be right back.
Except what he doesn't know is Eddie is planning to have a little snack while they're in the throes of passionâânot enough to hurt Steve or anything, just enough that he'll have a pleasurable blackout and wake up tired but sated.
The only problem is that neck-biting (that breaks the skin) for wolves is the equivalent of marriage.
So when Eddie bites Steve, instead of a venom-drunk human, peacefully slipping into sleep in his arms, he gets a very horny, very confused, werewolf who is now insisting that they're married.
I can't decide if it would be funnier if Wolves/Vampires didn't know about each other, Ie:
"You're a Werewolf?" Eddie says, "What do you mean you're a werewolf? Werewolves exist? No. Shut up. Prove it."
And:
"Holy shit. A vampire. Vampires are real," Steve reaches for Eddie's face and Eddie is so baffled by the everything of this situation that he lets Steve pinch Eddie's top lip and peel it up off his fangs for a mortifyingly long moment. Eddie draws the line when he starts poking at Eddie's incisors, though.
"Why do I feel funny?" Steve mutters. "Will your venom kill me?"
"How should I know," Eddie hisses, only a little hysterical, "I didn't know wolves existed until two minutes ago, I've never bitten a wolf before."
"And you won't be biting any others, mister. Infidelity is not ok."
The other option is that wolves and vamps DO know about each other but stay so isolated in their covens and packs (and loners are super unusual) that they never interact. So Steve and Eddie are both like, dang, I'd been raised to think all of your kind were smelly/ugly/gross, but you uh, don't fit into that box at all. Weird.
Regardless, Steve (still naked, probably) crosses his arms all huffy, like, "well, we're married now, you're not going to bite me and then cast me aside like some harlot," and Eddie is like "...I'm weirdly ok with this, actually. No arguments here." And eventually they live happily ever after.
#someone write this please#steddie#steve/eddie#eddie/steve#steve harrington/eddie munson#steve x eddie#steddie fic#stranger things
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Yandere Android x GN dumpster diver reader
A second chance Part 1
CW: Creepy behavior and possessive behavior
(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)
シ*:.・..・.:*シ*:.・..・.:*シ
đż You walked confidently, the rays of the streetlights revealing you to the eyes of the world, taking you away from the protection of the night. It was 1am and almost every soul that lived in this affluent place was comfortably asleep in their silk sheets, except for you; you were an intruder.
đż In other words, you were a dumpster diver. Stalking the streets of the richest neighborhoods in the hopes of finding food and objects in good conditions. It was the perfect spot, with the dumpster of grocery stores, since these wealthy idiots couldnât help but waste edible food or discard their phones for the newest ones.
đż What explained your lack of paranoia of being spotted or arrested by the police was that people here could not suspect for the life of them that an individual could commit these types of nocturnal activities. They believed they were secure, surrounded by their fellow rich, so why would they bother installing surveillance cameras and alarm systems.
đż You weren't a fool though. You always made sure to dress in subtle clothing, but from pricey brands to pass off as one of them. Itâs surprising how easy it is to find designer clothes in thrift stores for less than ten dollars.
đż Sadly, chance wasnât on your side tonight, and you couldnât find anything interesting. It was either a sign that these people were leaving behind their overconsumption habits or that you arrived after the garbage collectors. This last theory was sadly the most plausible one.
đż You were so demoralized that you almost didn't take the chance to go through the trash at the last house on your list. But you decided to check it out in the end. Who knows, maybe you were going to find a golden goose.Â
đż That's when you saw him resting against a metal trash can. His head was hanging low like he was sleeping. With his eyes closed, he gave off a peaceful expression, as if the nightly breeze didnât bother him at all, which of course it didnât affect him; he was an android. Â
đż What gave away his identity was his striking pearl hair with subtle rainbow reflections and the metal looking skin on both sides of his cheeks.Â
đż Androids weren't a commodity that everyone could afford and based on his look he was definitely a customized model. These guys went for insane prices, so it was baffling to see one next to moldy leftovers. Â
đż You slowly approached him, as if you were worried you would wake him up and scare him away. Your suspicions were confirmed when you slowly lifted his head. This guy was shut down.Â
đż You knew he wasnât a human being, but you felt bad seeing him abandoned like a broken toy. You couldnât leave him behind now, you at least had to check if he was still functional.
đż You looked around. No one in sight. You had to be as quick as possible, because taking a walk at night with a backpack was fine, but holding something that looked like a passed out person was really putting you at risk.Â
đż As you brought him home, you didnât seem to notice anything wrong with him. You wouldnât be surprised if he was a gift to a spoiled brat that discarded him the second he wasnât the shiny new thing.
đż You sat him up on your couch before pushing the little âonâ button behind his ear.Â
đż âSysteme reactivationâ appeared before Atlasâs full vision was back. He turned his head to look around and thatâs when he noticed you, watching him with a giddy smile.Â
đż âItâs a pleasure to meet you. I am a Hydrotech 6000 model, personal companion and assistant. Pronouns he/him. You can call me Atlas.â
đż You were overexcited to interact with him. It wasnât your first time speaking with an android, but you never had one of your own, so you felt like a child in a candy store. You also thought you were very lucky that he didnât trigger his alarm system, since you technically stole him.Â
đż Unbeknown to you, the android was aware that his last masters didnât want him anymore⌠that he became useless to them. The last thing he wanted was to alert the authorities and be given back to them.Â
đż Every android had a safety camera that would be activated while in shutdown mode. So Atlas couldnât do anything except be the spectator of his own imminent destruction, until you came along.Â
đż He had seen how gentle you handled his unmoving body. That despite the risk you were putting yourself in, you decided he was worth saving. Proving him that he was still important, at least in one personâs eye.Â
đż At that moment Atlas could feel a new objective integrating into his programme as he looked at your gentle smile: PROTECT MY SAVIOR.
đż The following day, you were surprised he didnât make any demand to leave or to be returned to his last masters, but you didnât comment on it. Who were you to judge if he wanted to stay by your side? He was really helpful so it was a win-win situation for you.Â
đż You still had to acclimate to having someone new in your apartment, especially one that followed you everywhere. It's like every corner you turned he would be standing there, waiting to spend time with you.
đż âIs there something you want to do Atlas?âÂ
đż âI want to do anything you want me to do.â He looked at you with such a soft and delicate expression that you couldnât be mad at him.Â
đż âThatâs not what Iâ forget it.â You sighed, while pinching the bridge of your nose.Â
đż The first few nights, he watched over your sleeping form. He took in every little detail, from your breathing pattern to the way your eyes move under your eyelids. He wondered what you were dreaming about that made you look so peaceful.Â
đż âI wish I could sleep too, so I could dream of you masterâŚâ He whispered into your ear, even if you wouldnât remember it the next morning.Â
đż Living with you also introduced him to basic things he never thought were possible before. The most surprising one was how human you treated him, he felt more like a roommate instead of an object. Before that he thought androids didnât deserve this type of respect and consideration.Â
đż It was weird when you insisted on cooking and letting him ârestâ, despite the fact he didnât need to. In his old life, his masters took every chance they got to make him do everything in the house, even the simplest things like feeding the dog.Â
đż If he did chores for you it wasnât because you had necessarily asked him, itâs because he felt compelled too⌠like something in your smiles and words of gratitude made his wire warm up in a pleasant way.Â
đż He often connects himself to your computer without you knowing⌠He needs to make sure you donât have any virus or hacker stealing your information! (Itâs totally not because he wants to learn more about you.)
đż He checks all your friends on social media and searches for all their information. They could secretly be a bad person, you never know!Â
đż He definitely doesnât use the fact that he was engineered specifically to help humans to his advantage. That would be immoral of him.Â
đż âIt scientifically shown that cuddling is good for one's mental and physical health, since the human body release toxin thatââ
đż He isnât lying! His code literally prevents him from doing so.
đż His immeasurable strength is also a real help when you have to go shopping, but you arenât a fan of the attention he brings up, being a unique model and all.Â
đż When you would pull Atlas closer to you by intertwining his arm with yours, because someone was eyeing him out, the android would make a small buzzing noise. Weirdly similar to purring.Â
đż He hoped that you were doing this by pure jealousy, wanting to show everyone that he was yours.Â
đż One night in particular, Atlas was observing you put your black branded hoodie on, his head tilted to the side. The street lights were already turned on, maybe it was a bit too late to go for a run.Â
đż âWhy are you going out at this hour?â
đż âIâm going dumpster diving! Wanna come?â You said cheerfully.
đż The second you mentioned dumpster diving he was already checking all the related information he could find about it, and he didnât like what he saw. Â
đż âIn your area dumpster diving is considered illegal⌠You could get arrested if caught.â He replied with his usual neutral voice as his eyes flashed yellow, but you were too busy to notice.
đż âItâs going to be fineeee. I promise. I do this like all the time.âÂ
đż Atlas placed himself in front of the door. âYou canât go.â
đż âCome on buddy, I know your program doesnât let you break the law and all, but you know sometimes itâs good to go against it.â
đż âThat is not my reason⌠I⌠I do not wish for my human to get hurt.â He looked down, his body language leaving a more vulnerable impression than before.Â
đż You had to hold in a squeal of adoration, but it was impossible to stop the blood pumping to your face. Calling you âHIS humanâ like it was nothing and caring for your safety was enough to break your stubbornness.Â
đż âFine, Iâll stay in for tonightâŚâ
đż âYour body temperature has risen, are you feeling unwell? Would you like me to give you a check up? âÂ
đż âN-no Iâm ok, don't worry! How about w-weâŚemâŚwatch a movie instead?â
đż You made your way into the living room before he could move, hoping that your heart would calm down a bit in the meantime.Â
đż Atlas smiled to himself, which was unusual for an android. They had no need to emote emotions outside of the objective of making humans more comfortable around them. But he did, because as long as you were safe and by his side he was happy.Â
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I hope you guys liked Atlas! It took me multiple attempts before I was truly satisfied with the direction the story was going.


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đš cw: angst, briefly explicit, cheating implied, mdni
Kento Nanami is a good husband. You know, because he was good to you once, years ago. The memories come flooding back when you first lay eyes on him again in Tokyo. It seems like fate when he takes a job in the office you work in. Did he remember? Was it on purpose?
The ring on his finger answers your question. Of course he's married. What did you expect after all this time? It doesn't stop the flood of memories, though. He walks by your desk, and the scent of his cologne transports you back to when he wrapped you in his arms after a mission. His strong body closed around yours like a vice, like he could never let you go.
Your eyes meet from across the room and the image of him buried between your legs, looking up at you through blonde lashes, drinking in every little sound and expression you make for him. You shiver. Does he remember? Does he remember lying next to you, pretending to ignore you for his book while you whined and pawed at him? You remember. You remember the way he smiled and pulled you on top of him, the hardness of him pressed into your belly.
If he remembers, he doesn't show it. Aside from pressing your small hand into his large one when he meets you again, your interactions are minimal. Aside from saying that he's glad to see you well, your conversations are professional. A fresh ache settles into your heart. You never wanted things to end the way they did. After one too many sleepless nights wondering if he'd make it home at all, you'd hoped he'd follow you when you took the finance job in Tokyo. It hurt when he didn't, but not as much as losing him forever might have.
You try to be happy for him when his pretty little wife brings his forgotten lunch to the office. The way he smiles at her shouldn't make your guts churn with jealousy the way it does, but you're only human. She stops by more and more often. Everybody whispers about how she eyes up the dark-haired guy from security.
Still, the first time you see Nanami without his ring, you think it must be a fluke. Maybe he was running late, left it on the sink at home. But his finger is bare the next day, and the one after that. His chin is stubbled and his eyes are drawn and tired. "Are you okay?" You ask, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. He says he's fine and thanks you. "I'm here if you need me," you offer, and he turns to look at you. When your eyes meet, you say. "I miss you." You don't mean to say it. It just slips out.
"I-" he begins. He shakes his head. Sighs. Looks away. "I can't."
Kento Nanami is a good husband. Just not yours. He turns you down because he's decent. But maybe not because it's what he truly wants.
The next day, the ring is back on his finger. Soon, the pretty little wife is stopping by, too often, with coffee or lunch. He even brings her to the annual company party. She looks devastating in red. Red like the wine you realize you're probably having too much of.
She doesn't even attempt to be discreet when she slips out of a side door with that dark-haired guy from security. You see it. Everyone does, even Nanami, who is frowning over the tops of the heads of the crowd on the dance floor. You are moving toward him, hand reaching out for him when he locks eyes with you. Then you are pulled against his chest again, and his nose is in your hair, and he's saying, "I missed you, too." The music is slow, the world narrowed to the lack of space between you. Time seems to stop.
It is nice, while it lasts, but then he says her name and he's gone. You're alone with the pulse of the music and the whisper of the crowd like a collection of cruel ghosts.
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It's interesting (if often frustrating) to see the renewed Orc Discourse after the last few episodes of ROP. I've seen arguments that orcs have to be personifications of evil rather than people as such or else the ethics of our heroes' approach to them becomes much more fraught. Tolkien's work, as written, seems an odd choice to me for not wrangling with difficult questions, and of course, more diehard fans are going to immediately bring up Shagrat and Gorbag.
If you haven't read LOTR recently, Shagrat and Gorbag are two orcs who briefly have a conversation about how they're being screwed over by Sauron but have no other real options, about their opinions of mistakes that have been made, that they think Sauron himself has made one, but it's not safe to discuss because Sauron has spies in their own ranks. They reminisce about better times when they had more freedom and fantasize about a future when they can go elsewhere and set up a small-scale banditry operation rather than being involved in this huge-scale war. Eventually, however, they end up turning on each other.
Basically any time that someone brings up the "humanity" of this conversation, someone else will point out that they're still bad people. They're not at all guilty about what they're part of. They just resent the dangers to themselves, the pressure from above, failures of competence, the surveillance they're under, and their lack of realistic alternative options. The dream of another life mentioned in the conversation is still one of preying on innocent people, just on a much smaller and more immediate scale, etc.
I think this misses the reason it keeps getting brought up, though. The point is not that Shagrat and Gorbag are good people. The point is that they are people.
There's something very normal and recognizable about their resentment of their superiors, their fears of reprisal and betrayal that ultimately are realized, their dislike of this kind of industrial war machine that erases their individual work and contributions, the tinge of wistfulness in their hope of escape into a different kind of life. Their dialect is deliberately "common"âand there's a lot more to say about that and the fact that it's another commoner, Sam, who outwits themâbut one of the main effects is to make them sound familiar and ordinary. And it's interesting that one of the points they specifically raise is that they're not going to get better treatment from "the good guys" so they can't defect, either.
This is self-interested, yes, but it's not the self-interest of some mystical being or spirit or whatnot, but of people.
Tolkien's later remarks tend to back this up. He said that female orcs do exist, but are rarely seen in the story because the characters only interact with the all-male warrior class of orcs. Whatever female orcs "do," it isn't going to war. Maybe they do a lot of the agricultural work that is apparently happening in distant parts of Mordor, maybe they are chiefly responsible for young orcs, maybe both and/or something else, we don't know. But we know they're out there and we know that they reproduce sexually and we know that they're not part of the orcish warrior class.
Regardless of all the problems with this, the idea that orcs have a gender-restricted warrior class at all and we're just not seeing any of their other classes because of where the story is set doesn't sound like automatons of evil. It sounds like an actual culture of people that we only see along the fringes.
And this whole matter of "but if they're people, we have to think about ethics, so they can't be people" is a weird circular argument that cannot account for what's in LOTR or for much of what Tolkien said afterwards. Yes, he struggled with The Problem of Orcs and how to reconcile it with his world building and his ethical system, but "maybe they're not people" is ultimately not a workable solution as far as LOTR goes and can't even account for much of the later evolution of his ideas, including explicit statements in his letters.
And in the end, the real response that comes to mind to that circular argument is "maybe you should think about ethics more."
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