#because like it happens whenever i’m overwhelmed/overstimulated/etc.

[themanirealityshifter]

not shifting related, but i hath figured out that i don’t have selective mutism, but actually instead have verbal shutdowns.

[hyuckshaze]

zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call. 

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear. 

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’. 

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.” 

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Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“ 

MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear! 

“

Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[nuestraluzdelaluna]

Hi can you write a NSFW Alphabet for Reiss Nelson, thanks❤

Reiss Nelson NSFW Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s really sweet after sex, his hands running all over your body searching for any marks and trying to calm you down. Laying down to press you against his chest, hands running through your hair as he whispers sweet little things to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his are his thighs, loving you they are decoretad by tattoos and how you react to them. Enjoying nothing more than the sight of you rocking yourself over them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Reiss loves cumming inside you, loving how good his cum looks dripping out of you. He especially likes to do that if you two are having a quickie and he can just pull your panties back up, his way of telling you to not tease him that night.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves fucking your boobs, adoring how hot you look pressing them together so he can fit his length between them. Sticking your tongue out so none of his precum gets wasted.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had his fair share of sexual partners and is therefore really experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He couldn’t decide on only one position.

Missionary, because he loves the intense eye contact he can keep with you and how deep he can get if he throws your legs over his shoulder. It is also perfect for him to wrap his hand around your throat.

Doggy, because he absolutely loves to see how your ass jiggles with the force of his thrusts. The way he is able to turn your skin into a nice shade of red is only a plus.

Cowgirl, because he enjoys how you look above him and how your boobs will be directly in front of his face. He loves how you are able to set your own rhythm but as soon as he is not having it anymore he can just hold your hips down and thrust up into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Leading up to it he is kind of goofy, making sure to make you and him smile a bit, cause he knows a smile is sexy. But during the moment he is not that goofy anymore.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Little happy trail, but besides that he tries to be shaven most of the times.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not the most romantic in the bedroom but he always makes sure you know that he loves you unconditionally.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He only jacks off when he is away from you and even then he won’t do it completely alone. Always calling you to have facetime sex or simply sext.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dom/ sub dynamics - nothing hotter for him to see you submit to him and obey his orders.

Daddy kink - kind of goes with the one above, reiss loves to hear the word out of your mouth and if you address him in any other way he will make sure that you regret it.

Choking/slapping/spitting - Reiss loves how his hand looks around your neck and you react to it. How he forces your mouth open for him to spit in it or how he’ll use his spit as lube. Whenever your walking by or he has you doggy he can’t help but slap your bum, however spanking is not only reserved for your behind. He’ll also love to slap your boobs, and if your down for it other parts of your body as well

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers something comfortable like the bed but in general he doesn’t really care about the location. Wether it’s the living room couch or a club bathroom he just cares about giving you and himself pleasure.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

neck kisses/scratches

sitting on his lap

whispering in his ear

massaging him - especially his thighs

tracing his thigh tattoos - your nails on his skin in general

long eye contact

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t have a thing that would turn him off immediately or that he wouldn’t try once, but if you express that there is something like that for you he would understand immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving, loving to see you on your knees in front of him. Loving to see how you swirl your tongue around the head of his length or how you try to fit all of him down your throat and end up using your hands for the bit you can’t fit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is rather fast and rough, making sure to hit the right spots but still show you love.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Reiss isn’t the biggest fan of quickies, he prefers taking his time exploring your body and making sure to draw foreplay out long. But quickies definitely still happen in your relationship, especially on matchdays or when you are out partying.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting is a must, you both can be sure to bring something you want to try up to the other and you will try it that night. He definitely takes risk when he is really in the mood, that includes for example fucking you somewhere in the stadium, making sure that it is nearly impossible for you to keep quiet.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man will go all night if you haven’t seen each other for a few days. With all the teasing he does the rounds are always quite long as well.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator that he will mostly use on you when he wants to overstimulate you but besides that he isn’t the biggest fan of toys, claiming that nothing compares to your touch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease. There were moments you could swear you hated him for the many times he edged you that night or how he would just simply not touch you where you needed him the most.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His first instinct was to hold back his moans and only let out small groans once or twice, but after reassuring him that you like his sounds he proudly shows you how good you are making him feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Reiss loves to be teased when he is away. Immediately getting hard when he sees that you send him a risky pic while he’s out shopping and all he can do is imagine and wait till he gets home.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is big, so big that he always has to give a few minutes to let you adjust to him. Stretching you in a nice way but always making sure that he is not hurting you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is really high. I’m talking multiple times a day high. Sometimes it might overwhelm you just how high his sex drive is but overall you work pretty well together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep quickly, he prefers to talk to you about god knows what and admire you. Playing with your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you.

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

I'm back again (what a surprise lol), if you feel up to it would you mind writing hcs for Jean with the letters Q,T, Y & Z? If that's too much please feel free to take a letter or two off! Tysm 💖

Haha, no worries!! I could gush about Jeanne all day, I really loved writing these!! 💕💕💕 Under a cut because of length (we all know I’m a verbose thot 😂😂😂):

Fluffy ABC headcanons listed here for requests!

Q = Quality Time (how does he like to spend time with her?) 

Jeanne loves to do anything MC wants to do (within reason). Any amount of time with her anywhere fills him with bliss. (The heartbreaking alternative to this is that, while he understands they both have things to do that require them to be apart during the day, he misses her presence dearly.)

She wants to bake? He will sit there in the most embarrassing apron and chef hat known to man, and he won’t give a single fuck as long as MC is genuinely delighted and having a marvelous time. In a meadow overflowing with flowers? He’d enjoy the atmosphere alone, but the feeling is just multiplied a thousand-fold at the sight of MC weaving little flower crowns. She places one on his head and excitedly tries to show him how to make one himself, and he just smiles fondly. She wears the crown he makes no matter his lack of skill for the delicate task, and her insistence fills him with such unabating warmth. He struggles to do more mundane tasks and doesn’t really understand where all her energy comes from sometimes, but even so it brings him endless amounts of joy. Will escort her anywhere she wants to go without a single complaint; theater? You got it. Concert? Sure. Watching paint dry? Sick, time to get out the sword polish and chill. (It’s like Netflix and chill, only worse.)

The only places he will ever hesitate to bring her are places that are potentially dangerous; let’s say the black market, or the local casino, Vlad’s castle, etc. etc. He doesn’t like to expose her to unnecessary risks, but he also won’t stop her if she has a good reason/really wants to go. He’ll just glare at every potential threat and stick to her side like glue.

His personal favorite way to spend time though is in settings where they have quiet and privacy, where it’s just the two of them. Whether they’re in the gorgeous field full of lilies behind the mansion or cuddling in their bedroom, he is at his most comfortable and content wherever she is in his arms and they are left alone. (Let it be known that he doesn’t hate others, he just can’t help that he finds larger groups of people exhausting to keep up with--and he’s always on guard to ensure MC’s safety.)

T = Time (how long did it take them to get together?)

(I’m going to preface this by saying: I’m well aware that ikevamp speeds things up but I tend to see that as a narrative necessity; I think a lot of the men would work up to their romance more slowly, ideally.)

With Jeanne it’s a little funny because he develops affection/intrigue for people fast, so it’s fairly obvious when he starts crushing on MC. (I can’t stress enough, Sebas and Mozart are BOTH lenny face from like the first fucking day, it’s the funniest thing in the world. ANYWAY--). He’s similar to Leonardo in that way; there are certain qualities he inherently finds appealing, so he naturally gravitates to people that reflect them. However, a more abiding love--the desire to form a romantic bond with someone--takes more time for him. He and Sebastian share this quality (ISXJ amirite); they fall more and more deeply in love with the person they cherish as they form consistently pleasant memories in their proximity. More than anything, these two stoic characters need somebody that makes them feel safe, appreciated, and profoundly seen.

Her relentless desire to reach others in a positive way is the first thing that attracts Jeanne’s attention, but otherwise he is absolutely a slow burn when it comes to being committed to another person. He needs time to fall in love with all the little parts of his MC (all of which he finds endearing uwu), to develop trust and see that his MC can handle him, too. He knows he’s...a lot...so he can’t really be comfortably intimate without having the other person see the best and worst of him. If MC can face his past with sensitivity and earnest concern--without being overwhelmed--then he will well and truly be a goner for them. That’s the thing about Jeanne: he needs time to feel comfortable with his decision, but when he has decided he’s one of the most devoted lovers in existence. 

Given his necessity for security, he needs somebody who can see him at his most vulnerable without panicking and gently bring him back to himself--someone who doesn’t mind his wooden nature and difficulty expressing himself. I would say getting together would take at least a year and a half, at minimum. He needs somebody that, for all of his reticence and power, recognizes that he means absolutely no harm to anyone so long as they aren’t hurting him or anyone else. Under normal circumstances (rather than expedited ones), I imagine those difficult topics wouldn’t come up that quickly.

If we’re talking together as in hanky panky, I think it would take him a little while beyond that--but that would depend on his partner, too. If she needs time or doesn’t want it at all, he will wait any length of time or not engage at all. If she’s more desirous, he will engage faster and with more frequency. He likes being intimate and close to her, but would never insist on it if it made her unhappy. 

Y = Yes (how would he propose to her?)

When it comes to Jeanne, I think his proposal would be simple, direct, and entirely expected--but no less heartfelt and deeply romantic. He’s a man of few words, but whatever he lacks in eloquence he makes up for in charged brevity. He doesn’t much understand the social conventions/expectations tied to marriage in this era (and he does not listen to Comte either) so I imagine it comes to him naturally in the course of being with her.

It’s a few years into their relationship, and he’s smiling because she’s dazzling--whether it’s humming in the garden, or staring at the stars, or curled up close to his heart in his shared room; he just knows. Whether it’s a sin, or unconventional, or something he doesn’t deserve--none of those things are strong enough to deter him anymore. He wants to be the one that she turns to always when in need, wants to protect everything that she is--a sweet beacon in a world where he knows how easily that kind of brave light is snuffed out. Honestly more than anything, she just makes him feel like it’s okay to hope again, that it’s okay to want good things for himself and the future. He was a soldier once branded a traitor, but that isn’t who he has to be anymore. Now he has a choice; he’s free to move forward however he wishes. She taught him that.

“MC?” 

Bright eyes turn to him, smooth skin glowing in the moonlight beside him. She’s beautiful; he doesn’t think any amount of time will ever be enough to fully appreciate the blessing of her existence. As if she could hear his thoughts, she encourages him to share. She was always like that, always so perceptive and patient, no matter how much he struggled to articulate something. He much preferred the sound of her voice over his any day. “Is something on your mind, love? Something good happen today?”

He was fully aware he had none of the wit or charm that other men possessed, and while he wished he could be that for her--it simply wasn’t within his capabilities. So he used the words he understood best, following his direct nature: “Will you marry me?”

Her eyes widen a little, but the surprise is muted; it was more a matter of time than anything else. Even so her eyes glisten, and before he can try to calm her (her tears dissolved all his good sense, sent his heart into chaos), her arms are tight around him. He can hear her heart racing, even faster than his own.

“Of course I will! Yes, Jeanne!”

He’d hoped she wouldn’t hate the idea but her excitement, the tenderness that lingers in the way she cradles him close, makes him smile against her shoulder. His arms tighten around her, and he renews his vow to be her sword--the one and only man to protect her until the end of their days. (Yes, Mozart later drags his ass to the jeweler’s to get a proper ring 😂😂😂)

Z = Zen (what makes him feel calm?)

There are very few things in this life that bring Jeanne peace, but I think the highest things on that list would be MC’s voice/presence in general and his little babie Cherie (bonus points if the two are playing together, he just melts Mon Dieu 😭💖💖💖 ). 

He’ll often ask MC to read to him, if she’s so inclined, when his literacy improves. He loves the soft sound of her voice, and he wants to keep improving on his ability to communicate with more clarity. It makes her so happy when he leaves her coherent notes and manages to convey his thoughts with greater accuracy, so it really motivates him to keep striving. He likes it even better when she gets really into a reading, doing silly voices or changing the dynamics of her voice to fit the piece’s mood. It makes him smile; so excitable and cute. Though alternatively, she could be reading the phone book for all he cares; it’s enough to soothe him right to sleep. Sometimes--and especially when he’s had bad nightmares, retraumatizations, or when he’s overstimulated--she’ll fit him gently in her lap and just talk until he falls asleep. She’ll sing, read, talk about things they’re looking forward to, talk about things she needs to do tomorrow, talk about silly shenanigans that happened in the mansion recently; anything that will bring him back to her and her love. It really works to center him, to situate him back in the present moment instead of rattling around in his own head.

It’s honestly much like the sea and the shore, though there may be tides--the water recedes and surges--she will always be there to meet him.

Cherie is his baby girl and such a sweet kitty that he can’t help but smile whenever she bounds over to him. A little ball of energy, he’s always getting her toys, toting her around, and petting her gently. Whenever Cherie and MC are together in front of him, his heart about explodes from the uwus of it all; they’re his most cherished ones, and he loves to see them get along. MC will usually be giggling and cooing at the pretty tiger, and Cherie soaks up the affection with obvious glee. Just watching them is enough to make his heart so light--he can’t think of anything else that makes him relax down to the marrow.

He will also find a lot of calm after lovemaking, which is something that surprises him--something he never expected. Jeanne has a hard time connecting with other people; not because he doesn’t care, but because emoting in conventional ways can be a challenge for him. He doesn’t have He Who Must Not Be Named’s charm, he doesn’t have Napoleon’s easy confidence, he doesn’t effuse Vincent’s natural warmth. He’s aware of how little he emits tangible humanity according to the perceptions of others. It leads to him feeling isolated everywhere he goes, even if people don’t particularly dislike him. Even so, his MC knows that for all his struggle to express himself, he possesses a deep, fiery wealth of emotion and passionate feeling. He cherishes her willingness be vulnerable alongside him; to embrace the good and the difficult parts of him in stride. He is left awestruck by the extent of her fervor and loving heart every single time, and in the aftermath he finds himself at such startling peace with his existence. No pain, no hollowing loneliness, no guilt, no intrusive thoughts--just her warm body against his, so trusting--as she sleeps. He’s grounded in the moment, he feels tethered to her, and he doesn’t know how to handle the full feeling in his chest, the way his heart feels too many sizes too big. He spends many nights adjusting to that feeling of fulfillment, reveling in this new boon--among the dozens she’s already given him. Will wonders never cease?

[writerscarlet]

Story time, because I think this is important and I want to share it.

It happened last month, at the beginning of February. Back in December, the place I work at had gone through a renovation. During the renovation, the place was closed (obviously). In January we were ready to get back to running the place. The day before business could resume, my boss, me, and a lot of other people came in to clean up the place, stock shelves, etc. etc. in order to get thiggs ready for customers. A lot of people from other places came to help. Suffice to say, there was a crowd of people. So. Many. People. It was overwhelming, but I ignored my feelings on the matter.

About a week later I remember coming home from work that day. I remember turning on CSPAN's YouTube channel so that I could watch the joint session. Just as the first debate on the legitimacy of the ballots was beginning, I laid down for a nap. I left my computer on, knowing that the joint session wouldn't be over by the time I woke up.

It wasn't.

I woke up to a crowd of people breaking into the captiol building. And I wasn't okay. I constantly checked my phone, then my laptop, then my phone. I was worried. I was terrified. But I stayed in my room and didn't let anyone see that.

Biden was sworn in, weeks later. Looking back, it was my own naiveté that led me to believe that Biden being elected wouldn't affect me. When I think of the day he was sworn in, I think of the relief I felt. The feeling of, "oh, things were bad before and I knew it but I didn't think about it because it stressed me out but Biden is saying and doing things that sound... logical? Sane? He could be good for this country." Once again, I ignored the overwhelming emotions I had.

February 4th is a normal day. I go to work. I do my job. Then I get home. I take a nap, because work was busy and I didn't go to bed when I should have the night before. I wake up, start to clean my room and suddenly, I have a tight feeling in my chest. I feel tears in my eyes. I spend a solid five, maybe ten, minutes buried under my blankets, unable to understand why I'm crying but crying all the same.For several days, this event freaked me out. I ignored that it happened.

This year, I made a committment to my wellbeing. 2020 taught me that I need to stop ignoring it. I forced myself to think about why I suddenly started crying. I talked to a friend. And I finally understood what happened to me. I was overstimulated. I was emotionally overwhelmed, and I was shoving those feeling down. I was telling myself that I was no big deal ("I just had a bad dream that I couldn't remember," I told my friend.) that it was over and I'm okay.

Last month, I went into the doctor for my annual checkup and we reviewed a few things because I hadn't seen a family doctor since 2019 and the doctor I had seen before quit. I finally, finally had gathered up the courage to admit that I was having troubles related to ADHD. I told her it was affecting me and I needed help. I started to research ADHD, what it mean and what affects it has. I realize some things:

It's not normal to hyper fixate on certain things for days at a time while ignoring everything else.

It's not normal to feel sensitive to touch, to crowds.

Normal is seeing an open door and closing it so that the dogs don't get out or that the wildlife doesn't get in. Normal isn't freaking out that someone left the door open closing it could mean being wrong and getting embrassed and never being able to do anything right

It's not just "I can't concentrate" because while that is a factor, it's not the only one and just boiling down your symptoms to "I can't concentrate" does yourself a disservice.

Your sleeping habits are just as much affected by your mind as they are your body. Once again, hiding your problem isn't helping.

It's not normal to want to hide your "petty" problems from people

I've done a lot of thinking about this over the past month. I know I have a long way to go, especially in understanding how ADHD affects me. I was diagnosed as a child but stopped medicating, and talking to doctors about it, around age 10. As an adult, I realized what a terrible choice that was for my parents to make for me. I talked wiuh them about it and they said they thought I was "acting like a normal kid" and so I didn't need the pills or the extra help with school. I just needed be yelled at whenever I lost track of time and forgot to do something. I just needed to be punished whenever I forgot to do homework because I thought that reading this book until I finished it was more interesting. Maybe then I would get it instead of ignoring my hurt feelings and reading another book.

What I'm saying is: please look out for yourself. I know you think it'll be a bother to others to talk about this. You're probably thinking it right now. I can tell you it's not true but will you believe me? Probably not. I wouldn't. But just... talk to someone. Seriously. Just do it. Do it, get it over with. Because it can led to a better understanding and a better outlook.

[doctorgerth]

Hello! I am happy to get the chance to request something. Could you do some headcanons for Ace and a character of your choice? How would they deal with a friend or s/o that is an HSP? (Highly Sensitive Person. People who pick up more sensory input and are often overwhelmed by it, have a hard time distinguishing between their own emotions and what they picked up, get easily influenced by others emotional/mental state, have a hard time trusting others and themselfs etc.) Thank you so much!

Aww, thank you for giving me the opportunity of choosing my own character, that was very sweet of you! Don’t know why, but I was really feeling Usopp for this one! He deserves more love and I haven’t really written anything official for him except matchups. I tried to read up on the HSP...I’m not entirely sure I managed to portray it accurately, but I hope you like these! 💕

HCs: Dating a HSP (Ace, Usopp)

Ace

✲ Ace is not very familiar with what the HSP is, so he has to do some studying. He gets most of his information from Marco, who gives him really great advice to help avoid overstimulating you and what to do when you are feeling overwhelmed/overstimulated. It’s definitely rocky at first, but you can tell Ace is determined to get it right, and that’s all you could ever ask for.  

✲ Will be sure to involve the entire crew in keeping you calm and happy. Casual check ins with Marco, delicious, healthy food from Thatch, salon days with Izo, tending to the garden with Vista, picnics with Pops, so forth and so forth. All take part in taking care of their sister/daughter, thanks to Ace’s orders and guidance!

✲ Makes sure to give you some time to decompress after a particularly hectic day. He’s turned your shared room into the perfect safe space for you, and everyone knows that when you retreat to your room that they should not bother you unless in the case of an emergency. Ace was a bit messy before, but he’s learned to declutter in order to keep you at ease and at home in your room.It’s a win-win for the both of you.

✲ Surrounding yourself in beauty and nature is a good source of happiness and tranquility. Thankfully, being out on the open ocean offers many breath-taking sunrises and sunsets, sea creature shows, and the most gorgeous night skies you could ever witness. He’ll always stop whatever he’s doing to look at the sky with you. Outside of this, whenever the crew happens to be on an island, Ace will make time to take you somewhere to clear your head and allow yourself to naturally heal. He enjoys seeing you happy and at peace with yourself, so he will go above and beyond for you!

✲ Whenever you feel unsure about things, Ace is always there to pick you up. Helping you to decipher your feelings and help you to trust yourself, himself, and others. Ace is endlessly loyal to and protective of you, so he will stop at nothing to keep you safe and to make your relationship as strong, loving, and trusting as it could ever be. 

Usopp

✲ He never wants you to feel misunderstood or isolated, so he reads up on what being an HSP means and learns as much as he can to help you through it and to get a better understanding of who you are. His eagerness to learn how to help you definitely benefits in building trust in your relationship, but he understands that it takes time. The most important thing is that Usopp is really patient with you.

✲ He puts forth the effort in identifying your stressors and things that can easily overstimulate you. Being a part of a pirate crew, especially the Straw Hats, there are lots of easy triggers, unfortunately. So once identifying just what sets you off, he will try to remedy that situation as best as he can by either quickly removing you from it or helping you to avoid it. This makes him quite a bit protective over you, but he only has the best intentions in mind. 

✲ Makes a safe space in his workshop just for you. When you need a break or are feeling an attack coming on, he will guide you to your safe space. He makes sure that it is stocked with things that can calm and ease your mind when you’re feeling overwhelmed. He is very reassuring when calming you down. Whether you need relaxing back rubs or him guiding you through some breathing exercises, he is more than happy to help ease your mind a little bit. 

✲ Usopp realizes that he is probably a major source of overstimulation for you, so he tries his best to work on it. It’s not that he changes himself for you, necessarily, but he avoids the things that can upset you to the best of his ability. He tries to make the time you spend together as calming for you as possible. 

✲ He finds strength and beauty in your sensitivity. He believes himself to be a sensitive soul as well and this sets a strong foundation in your relationship because you two can understand each other. He doesn’t look at your sensitivity as a hindrance, and in fact he is your biggest hype man by encouraging you to embrace your sensitivity and to use it in ways that benefits yourself and others.

[dreaming-of-assclass]

hihi!! is it ok if i request group 4 helping their friend with tics? they come with my adhd and i have either happy tics (happy stims is what i call them) which happen when im excited or i enjoy something, or negative tics when im overstimulated/overwhelmed by something. this morning at 3 am i had a really bad attack because my body was shaking but i couldnt move to release tension. i also learned that my most common negative tic is me hitting myself which always hurts sm i need comfort man :')

Aww, sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear that :( I hope this helps you feel a little better 💜

Group 4 helping their friend with tics

Karma Akabane

This boy loves to tease his friends, but he absolutely will never make jokes when it comes to this

In fact, in the beginning, it’s almost like he doesn’t even notice at all. But he does, he just does a lot of research on his own. He makes sure to learn the best ways he can support his friend.

If anyone dares to make fun of you or bully you, they’re dead. Just a goner. Karma will either beat them up, make their life hell, or make them somehow disappear from your life.

He keeps an eye on you if you guys are somewhere stressful/overstimulating, and he does his best to protect you. He’ll immediately try to lead you out of there into somewhere more calm, and he’ll act as your personal bodyguard and make sure people aren’t crowding you.

He’s not the most comforting person, but he definitely tries hard to reassure you. He’ll start talking about random stuff to get your mind off it, offer to get you your favorite food, etc.

Tomohito Sugino

This sunshine boy cares about you so so so much

Like he will go completely out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable to be yourself

Sometimes when you’re having happy stims during your conversations with him, he just looks at you with a smile because he loves seeing you being excited and happy

He keeps a gentle arm on you whenever you guys are somewhere stressful, like around your shoulder or something. He tries to shield you as best as he can

If anyone is giving weird looks to you guys, Sugino absolutely won’t tolerate it. He’ll tell them to mind their business and if they don’t, he’ll square up.

He gets so sad if you accidentally hurt yourself :( Like in general, you being stressed or overwhelmed upsets him greatly and he wishes he could take away bad stuff and protect you better

He always asks you and communicates openly about what’s the best way he can support you without going over boundaries or anything. 

He just adores you tons and will always be there for you uwu

Nagisa Shiota

This soft boy is so supportive and sweet towards you

He absolutely is super mindful right from the beginning of your friendship

Even if he doesn’t know too much about tics, he does a ton of research and asks you (respectfully) about it

Whenever you get really excited, he laughs a little at how cute you are and gives you the fondest looks

So he’s not the most efficient shield in crowded situations, but he tries his best by holding your hand, staying close to you, and whispering reassurances in your ear

He won’t leave your side until he’s sure that you’re okay

Like Sugino, he will always openly ask about how you’re feeling and what you need from him

He hates whenever you get hurt or upset. It breaks his heart, and he feels so helpless sometimes. He just really wants to protect you from everything.

He gives you the sweetest, most loving hugs whenever you’re in need of comfort from him.

Kaede Kayano

Oh, this girl will basically be your personal bodyguard, sister, and bestie all in one package.

She’s super sweet and understanding right from the start, and over time, she gets so used to your happy stims, that she barely notices them.

That’s a testament to how close you guys are and how often you hang out uwu

She thinks you’re the most adorable bean ever, and she always showers you with adoration and cuddles

Whenever you’re stressed and begin having negative tics, she will get you out there ASAP. Even if she has to barrel through a hundred people to do so. You’re a top priority.

She’s very protective of you, and she’ll hold your hand, give you verbal support, try to take your mind off it, etc. 

She treats you to food afterwards to try and cheer you up. She’ll get anything that you like, but pudding is usually her first suggestion.

Yukiko Kanzaki

Ohhh your friendship always looks like an odd one to others outside of it.

Like you’re a happy, sweet person...and Kanzaki is an introverted, reserved, gloomy nerd lmao.

You guys are so tight though, and have a really sweet bond even though you’re such opposites.

She always laughs and smiles when seeing you excited, it makes her happy in return

She already knew what tics were before you met, but she definitely still does her best to learn what works best for you, and what she can do to support you.

In moments when you’re overwhelmed, she holds onto you or gently touches while saying “It’s okay, I’m here.” She stays by your side even when you start to calm down.

If she can, and it’s in her power, she’ll try to remove whatever makes you stressed. Like class debates? She’ll request that it becomes optional. Crowded stations? She’ll give you a personal ride home in her car, or walk with you.

Playing video games together cheers you up a bit, and Kanzaki is more than willing to play whenever, as long as it helps you.

Manami Okuda

Ahhh such a cute friendship you two have. Two sweet beans!

Once you both get pretty comfortable around each other, she likes to cling to you often.

You both just make each other feel stable and comfortable uwu

She can be a pretty excited girl sometimes herself, so she doesn’t even question your happy stims at all. Not until you actually mention it to her haha

She’s 100% supportive and reads like 30 articles in one night about them

The first time you have your negative tics around her, it’s when you’re having a sleepover and you wake up late, really overwhelmed. She wakes up groggily and sees you. She panics but remembers what she read and helps you to the best of her ability

When you’re feeling better, she hugs you and tries to comfort you since neither of you feel like going back to sleep. You guys just end up in her living room, watching animated movies with ice cream until early morning.

It was a stressful experience, but it brought you closer and was sweet in the end.

Please let me know if I made a mistake anywhere. I read up on things about stimming and tics before I wrote this, but it’s not 100% accurate from my perspective, of course. If I accidentally included anything harmful, I’ll fix it immediately 💜

[thalmor-banjo]

This is a vent post but I have to get this off my chest.

I have ADHD, but it’s undiagnosed by medical professionals. I think it’s pretty mild, but I still have issues with schoolwork, personal projects, etc.

I stim when feeling very overwhelmed/intense feelings. Sometimes it’s happy flapping from a good fanfic or amazing scene from my favorite show. Other times it’s angry jerks. If I stim when I’m angry everyone shuts me down immediately and says I need to, “Get control of your (my) emotions.” When I was small I wouldn’t hide my stimming and no one really thought it was anything unusual, but as I grew I learned to mask it (because I was intermittently taken to therapy for years). Now I mask in public but when I’m alone, it kinda just all comes out, ya know? And it feels good and happy and oh my god do I love it. But if I do it in front of anyone else (who doesn’t know, some of my close friends do and I’m comfortable being myself in front of them), they’ll look at me like I’m fucking insane.

Another thing, I get overstimulated occasionally. Most of the time I'm ok and can slip out of the situation, but sometimes I'm really really not. (Some background, I have an autistic sister, but outside of her specific situation my family is v ableist.). During quarantine I've stopped masking as much (because it's literally impossible to keep up 24/7) and it's been...detrimental to say the least. Whenever I visibly get overstimulated, someone in my family will notice, then they'll all intensify the behavior ("Exposure therapy is the cure for being overwhelmed"-my lovely mother). I hate it so much. Like I'm obviously in discomfort, can you fuck off???

This March something happened. I'm not sure if it was some kind of breakdown or what, but I just couldn't anymore. The whole day I was on edge, but being forced to sit in the cold living room, not allowed to listen to music or have a blanket, just being forced to work, it fucked with me. My thoughts were too loud for my head. I kept trying to work and they just would shut the fuck up. I tried to explain, but no one would listen. I lost it. Started crying, begging for my headphones. My thoughts were too loud and I couldn't push them down. It wasn't like they were meaningful, I just couldn't focus. It felt like they were ballooning up into my throat, blocking the words I so desperately wanted to scream. Instead, all that came out was, "it's too loud" or something of that vein. I had reached a breaking point. I can't even describe how it felt in words. I was so panicky because my family wanted this work to be done and I was trying so hard but my thoughts were too loud and I just wanted to be in my warm bed snuggled up but I couldn't because who knows why and I had to sit in this cold chair that was sticking to my thighs. The words to describe what I was feeling just couldn't come out past the great nothingness blocking them. They (mis padres) were texting the entire time this was happening. I found out later what they were. Here's my favorites, "she's (I'm trans and they misgender me constantly omfg but that's for another day) acting like River (a character from Joss Whedon's Firefly, one of my absolute favorites. They had just shown it to me the past week. The implication being I was acting out to get out of work, that I was just faking)," "If she (ew ew ew she/her get it awayyyyyyyyy) were a dude, I would punch her (again, they're implying I'm acting out for attention and trying to skip out on work while also being incredibly ableist.).". My parents, the people who have teared me since birth, let me shatter and crunch under their unsympathetic feet. When I tried to communicate my suffering, they turned away, assuming it was all an act and none of it was real. It really stung at the time, and I still don't trust them with a lot of my real thoughts.

Probably the final thing, hyperfixations. I don't forget to eat or drink when hyperfixating (although sleep can be an issue). Not sure why, but it just works out that way. Recently I fell head over heels for the Mandalorian. Space westerns are just my thang (looking at you Firefly). Mando is this battle hardened man who's so devoted to his religion and yet a little green baby comes along and changes it all. My favorite episode is Chapter 15, spoilers ahead. I hate Mayfeld, so much like oh my god. But he makes a good point about lines we're not willing to cross until lines get blurred. It really spoke to me. SPOILER When Din is forced to take off his helmet to do the scan, my heart dropped. I've had to break promises (that I've made to myself) to keep safe (ex: coming out in 2020). But it wasn't just some throwaway vow. This was his religion, his entire way of life. And his sect says you are no longer Mandalorian after removing the helmet, that taking it off means never putting it back on. It's incredibly moving and speaks to something in me; there's a reason it's my favorite episode (so far). And also part of it is that Pedro Pascal is really fucking handsome. Like IRL I'd probably have a squish on him more than anything else, but he's still really hot. Anywayyyyyyyy, back from the tangent, I've watched it at least four, maybe five, times. Chapter 15 is a good episode and it makes me happy. A note: my family (aside from one other member) is aggressively heterosexual and cisgender. Like any time I talk about the future they're immediately like "oh yeah, you'll tell your husband and kids about this later.". It grates on my nerves so much. Like I'm not straight, never will be, and would rather adopt and help (a) kid(s) that need a home rather than bringing another human into the world. Idk if it's just me, but the way they imply I'll have a heterosexual relationship as a cis woman who fucks her husband is just weird and uncomfortable. I don't wanna talk about my sex life with them, nor 1} who I'd like to fuck 2} how I'd like to fuck 3} when I'd like to fuck. Long story short I don't want them to know that I enjoy Pedro Pascal's acting because they'll fucking hound me on it. I wish I didn't have to protect myself and not reveal my thoughts, to keep everything rolling around upstairs from falling off my lips. Then they act like I'm unreasonable for not wanting to share what I'm smiling about. How my sister (who's also ND), starting seeing memories from her past lives. I don't know enough about that kinda stuff to say anything meaningful. I know if I'd have said that my parents would have scoffed and ignored me, but when sister says it, the words are coming directly from God's lips. But when I brought up reality shifting ( something I've been attempting since October), father asked if it was somehow possible for everyone to share a hallucination across thousands of miles. I just wish they'd treat me like they treat her. Like a human bean who deserves to be believed and respected.

I just wanna be able to stim and enjoy things I love without being "normal.".

Anyway, sorry for the long rant, thanks for listening/reading, here's a gif of this absolute human cinnamon bun of a human bean (description, it's Pedro Pascal glancing to the side, raising his brows, looking back, smiling, and then opening his eyes and mouth to make a goofy face):

[theonewiththefanfics]

In The Middle Of The Night (one-shot)

Synopsys: In the middle of the night Ben awakes from a dream. And the only thing he wants to do is see if it’s better than real life.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x f!Reader

Genre: SMUT (holy shit this is basically porn without a plot :D), lil bit of fluff

Warnings: SMUT (m going down on f; fingering etc), swearing

Word count: 2219

   Soft lips glid down Y/N’s body. They started at her neck, then moved over to her shoulder blades, teeth gently nipping at the skin and lower and lower the kisses went until they finished at the curve of her spine.    She felt a body lean over and hover above, two strong arms planting themselves by her waist and holding up the muscly man. Y/N was asleep or attempting to sleep when Ben had started the tender assault.    Slowly she stirred, bending one leg at a ninety-degree angle and turning her head to the side, so now her cheek was pressed against the pillow, allowing one tired eye to open up and glance at what was going on. The man’s mouth kept working on her back, gradually waking Y/N up, but not enough for her confusion to dissipate.    “Ben?” her voice was thick with sleep and raspy. Her boyfriend only hummed in response, yet the noise was more of a moan, sending tingles down Y/N’s frame.    “Ben, you okay?”    “Never been better, love,” he replied, letting his palm trail up and down her thigh until it reached her knee and he flipped the girl over, so she no longer could lay on her stomach. Her shirt, well his shirt, rid up revealing a small slab of her stomach he immediately attached his lips to.    Y/N was too tired to ask what had gotten into him, so she simply allowed the wonderful sensations to lull her back to dreamland, thinking he was feeling just a bit more affectionate than usual. But that seemed to be quite the opposite of what Ben had in store, for when she let out a sleepy moan, his eyes shot up, seeing her almost passed out.    Green orbs trailed up her body before he returned his attention to what he had on his mind- eating the shit out of Y/N. He hooked his fingers behind the elastic of her panties and pulled them down completely. A wicked smirk appeared on his face because the sharp intake the girl took, told him she was wide awake and paying attention.    “What are y-“ but he silenced her with a kiss. It was lazy as all movements were in the middle of the night, yet still filled with passion, lust and love.    “Let me take care of you,” Ben murmured kissing down the side of Y/N’s neck. “Let me take care of my girl.”

   Her brain was still fuzzy from the slumber but now a layer of desire had veiled on top. She responded with a moan and Ben took that as his green light. He made his descent leaving purple marks all over her, some darker in colour, some barely there, but in the morning, when Y/N would take her shower, each and every one could be connected and would lead to the same place.    Ben nipped at her hips and heard Y/N sigh as her fingers slid into his hair to grasp at pieces.    “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured and leaned between her thighs, letting his tongue skim the skin there. The words set Y/N’s heart aflame. The fact that the two had been dating for almost three years now, having gone through ups and downs and almost breakups, didn’t matter. It also didn’t matter that the two had been friends long before starting a relationship, helping one another through heartbreak and pain. Any time he even looked in Y/N’s direction, eyes filled with love and pride, her stomach erupted in butterflies. She had stood by his side and watched as the actor’s career exploded, especially with his last endeavour playing the part of Queen’s Roger Taylor in the band’s biopic.    His hands roamed her still lax body, grasping at her waist and soothingly trailing his way up her ribs until they reached Y/N’s chest and he covered her breasts with his palms.    A soft, barely there whimper of content and pleasure echoed through the dark room and Ben shivered at the sound.    “So gorgeous, absolutely stunning…” Y/N mewled Ben’s name as a response, slightly tugging at the blond strands.    “Please,” her voice was a deep husk, “please, Ben, do something.”    He shushed her, kissing her right above her clit, so close to where she needed him, but not close enough.    “I told you, I’d take care of you, darling. Don’t worry. Just enjoy this and relax,” and with that, he went to work. One hand detached itself from her chest and he let his fingers spread her core, revealing Y/N to him completely. She was already dripping, the slick soaking the sheets and he had barely touched her.    The first lick was tentative but wide. It started from her centre and as he moved up, Ben flattened out his tongue once he reached that tight little coil of nerves.    Y/N’s senses were already gone. Instead of the darkness, night covered them in, her vision went white at the edges, her skin tingled and burned wherever Ben placed his touch and all over she ached from the pleasure.    By the pace Ben had set, she knew he would take his time, working her up to the edge and keep her there, but every sensation was so overwhelming all Y/N could do was moan.        The sounds where desperate and whenever his name fell from her lips, Ben was only spurred on even more. He revelled in the noises. They weren’t simply music to his ears, they were a perfect symphony he could listen to forever like it was constructed purely for him and no one else.    His lips created a little vacuum over her clit and Y/N could do nothing but grip at the sheets and open her mouth in a silent scream. A broken cry escaped her throat as Ben released the sensitive nub but didn’t stop the assault, instead letting his tongue swirl around it.    A gentle hand gripped her hip and pushed it down onto the bed as Y/N’s body arched up as a response to Ben’s actions. She was definitely no longer ruled by sleep.    Ben’s name wasn’t a prayer, it was a mantra, the only coherent word Y/N’s brain could remember. It was the beginning and the end of everything and her blood resonated as her mouth whispered it into the air, pleading for the man to bring her the release she craved oh so much.    The actor’s grip around Y/N’s left hip minimized and then it disappeared altogether, but so did his lips from her clit. A hopeless whine struck Ben to his core as the girl braced herself on her elbows, begging for his mercy and pleading for him to let her disintegrate at his touch.    He moved up, mouths moulding together, and Y/N moaned at the taste that covered his lips. The kiss was messy and sloppy and was soon interrupted by the breath that hitched in her throat when Ben’s thumb stroked over the little sensitive nub.    “Ben, please,” she didn’t even fully know what she was begging for, all rational thinking having dissipated like the moon behind a layer of clouds.    “You’re simply divine,” he whimpered in her mouth. Just the thought of Y/N being in the state she was and him being the reason, made Ben weak at the knees. If he’d been standing, he would have for sure crumbled. “My sweet, marvellous angel.”    And as his lips found that one place on Y/N’s neck that made her toes curl, three slender fingers slid inside of her. In an instant, Ben made a ‘come hither’ motion and hit her G-spot.    All the air got knocked out of her lungs, for the pleasure was so intense. His pace was unwavering, and every stroke of the digits was deliberate and knew where to hit. Ben couldn’t keep his eyes away from her face, the beautiful features he adored so much twisted by bliss. And all because he had a dream where they were in the exact same position and he just couldn’t help himself. He had to compare the two. To say that reality was better than that amazing dream would be the understatement of the year.    Ben moaned at the thought and was immediately nestled between Y/N’s legs once more, removing his thumb and bringing his mouth to her aching core again.    She was close, he could feel the velvety walls clench harder and harder with every movement of his fingers. Y/N’s muscles trembled as her orgasm approached faster and faster. She had already drenched the sheets and her wetness had trailed down Ben’s arm right to his elbow.    “I know you’re almost there, darling,” he whispered, sucking on the skin of her thigh. “I can feel you clenching so hard.”    Y/N moaned at the words and her head flipped from side to side. It was the only thing she could actually do, for Ben was pressing down on her stomach with his free hand, limiting her movements, the other was vigorously stroking her walls, trying to coax an orgasm from her, and her own palms were gripping at the pillow that rested behind her head, the death grip turning her knuckles almost translucent.    “You’re doing so good, but I need you to let go.” And so, she did. The combination of the husk in Ben’s voice, the words themselves and the sensation of his fingers relentlessly finding their mark made her tumble over.    The shirt she had stolen from her boyfriend right before going to bed was drenched in sweat, as was the mattress, and the night was broken by her scream of pleasure.    Y/N shivered as Ben made his way up her body and when he was face to face with her again, he softly pressed their lips together. Her thighs shook and spasmed, making the man slide his palms up and down, trying to bring Y/N back to Earth and soothe the quivering muscles. Gently he took off her shirt and as tenderly as possible he wiped down her body and with even more affection, he cleaned her up between her thighs, pressing a reassuring kiss to her lips when she whimpered from being so overstimulated.    He broke the kiss apart and placed his lips to her shoulder, feeling the girl’s body relax in his arms, satisfied with what had happened. With a lazy smile painted on his face, Ben plopped to the side, bringing Y/N in his embrace ready to fall asleep when he felt her start kissing down his chest.    “I’m fine, love,” Ben sounded nothing like before, the hunger replaced by exhaustion. “If ya really want to do it, there is always the morning.” With that he closed his emerald eyes, tightening his arms around Y/N, ready to drift off when her head lifted from his chest.    “Why did you do that then?”    “Can’t I please my girl?” a cocky smirk tugged at his lips.    “Well… yeah… but why right now? And why don’t you want anything back?”    Ben sighed, eyes flitting open and looking at the confused face of his lover. “I just had a dream where I was doing the same thing and well, I wanted to know if those sounds would be the same in real life. So, what better way to prove a theory than a practical demonstration?”    “S-“ Y/N almost choked on her words, “so you did it just because?”    The man shrugged, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Should I have not? Because if you don’t want me t-“ he didn’t get to finish the thought as Y/N’s lips silenced him. Ben could feel her smile and that only perplexed him more.    “No,” Y/N shook her head, palm cupping his jaw, ��fuck if you wanna do that more, trust me I won’t complain. It’s just… no guy has ever gone down like that, simply because he wanted to. Or because they wanted to test out how a dream would play out in reality. Especially without wanting something in return…”    “Y/N,” Ben turned to his side, the grip around her waist tightening as he pulled them impossibly close, foreheads pressing against one another. “I could spend forever between these thighs and be happy about never receiving anything. You owe me nothing. Does it feel like fucking heaven having your lips wrapped around me? Of course,” he said through a giggle and Y/N reciprocated, a slight blush creeping up her chest to her neck. “But I would never expect you to do something you didn’t want to. And I’m so sorry that whoever you were with gave you an impression that you had to. That’s not how a relationship should be.”    Tears brimmed at the edges of Y/N’s eyes and Ben wiped them away right as they fell, making the girl chuckle.    “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” she sniffled, burrowing her face deeper against his chest.    “ ‘S okay,” his voice was as soft as the kiss he pressed to her cheek. “I’d like to think it’s because you love me, and my words moved you.”    Her body vibrated with the small laugh and the feeling seeped into Ben’s bones, warming him up like a hot chocolate on a cold morning.    “You’re such a sap, Hardy.”    “Mhm, yeah,” already his speech was coated by sleep and his green eyes dripped close. “But your sap. Just like you’re mine.”

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[team-fartress-over-crotch-blog]

How would the TF2 mercs react to having an s/o who is shy?

Heavy:

Oh god… They are too cute. Too cute for their own good.

Heavy makes sure that he talks nice and slow, giving reassuring looks and smiling occasionally.

Whenever the S/O fumbles with something in their hand or stumbles on their words Heavy just melts and smiles, patting their back or picks up whatever they dropped.

If the S/O is ever expected to do something on the spot, Heavy quietly whispers encouragements and maybe a thumbs up.

Heavy is 110% gentle and understanding. He is his S/O’s #1 fan.

If the S/O meets someone new, Heavy will do most of the talking but will also push his S/O to speak up more.

Heavy helps his S/O to open up more, sometimes pushing them a little too much. He only wants them to show their true potential that he knows they have.

But will never push them into a panic attack or have them in an overstimulating setting.

If he senses that his S/O is uncomfortable in a situation he will shut that down immediately.

Pretty much always has his strong arms around his S/O’s shoulders and waist.

10/10 good boyf

Medic:

Cute. But too introverted he thinks.

He was afraid that he scared his S/O before they got together, but once he found out that it was only shyness, he was relieved.

He loves his S/O dearly and will brag about them. (Idk guys, I just think Medic is a goofy and a tad crazy. I mean, have you read the comics? He’s a mad scientist, emphasize on mad.)

Will absolutely put his S/O on the spot he knew they could handle. It’ll start in front of a small crowd and once his S/O becomes more and more confident he’ll have them in front of bigger crowds.

Medic especially loves how his S/O blushes over everything. His heart just about bursts from his chest.

Hearing them giggle ever so softly makes him want to hug them and kiss them all over their face.

He is so proud whenever his S/O speaks up without him pushing them to.

He wraps an arm tightly around their waist in crowds or parties, making sure they know he’s there.

When he sees physical signs of discomfort he is by their side in a blink of an eye.

If it’s just a single person bothering them, Medic becomes a bit possessive and is all over his S/O to make the sorry loser back off.

Scout:

At first, he just thinks they don’t like him, or that they’re playing hard to get.

He and his S/O are just about polar opposites and everyone sees it. But, not him. (He probably doesn’t even know what that means)

He just adores his S/O, often translating what they’re saying if they whisper too quietly.

He’ll use some really corny pickup lines just to hear then giggle and possibly snort.

Scout will do just about anything for his S/O so they don’t have to overwork themselves, but will gladly encourage them to speak out a bit more.

If anyone gives the S/O any trouble or makes them nervous, Scout in there in a flash to defend them.

The S/O has no worries when they’re around Scout, he talks enough for the both of them.

And hell, Scout could practically read their mind and take words right out of their mouth.

Sometimes his S/O will never have to talk, Scout just doesn’t shut up.

And if people start saying things like “I’m sure S/O could have said that themselves.” or “Why don’t you give your S/O a chance to talk?” Scout will roll his eyes and take a step back for his S/O to speak.

But they don’t.

They stumbler over their words and their face grows red with embarrassment, apologizing over and over again and explaining that they’re just very shy.

Scout’s face contorts into a smug smile as he steps by his S/O’s side again, giving them a small peck on the cheek.

It’s never a dull moment with Scout, that’s for sure.

Sniper:

Sniper is a bit awkward himself, so it took awhile for him to figure out that someone had a crush on him.

Sniper and his S/O would spend quiet evenings in his camper, lounging around.

Neither of them likes talking to people that much, which is great.

They’ll take drives around Australia just to explore and have a change of scenery every once in awhile.

They are very comfortable with each other, Sniper would prefer to be with his S/O than to be alone. Which is a huge deal to him.

If they’re ever in huge crowds or at the base, they’ll be right next to each other at all times. Just chatting away or getting stuff done.

Sniper is a bit more talkative than his S/O, but he doesn’t mind. He’ll answer questions for them, but will happily sit back and have his S/O talk as well if they’d like.

The two of them don’t stay with a lot of people for long, Sniper gets overstimulated or annoyed and his S/O gets rather uncomfortable and antsy.

However, after awhile they both realize that sometimes you have to step into the spotlight on your own. Together they help each other little by little to embrace people.

Spy:

He’s had shy lovers for sure, but not THIS shy.

But god damn, they’re cute. He’s just gotta crack their shell.

At first, he slyly got around their shy barrier just to figure out who they really are, and he liked what he saw.

Spy would subtly have his S/O speak for themselves, it’d be so casual that nobody would even think that his S/O was awfully shy.

If his S/O gets anxious around his teammates, Spy is more than willing to lead them to his study.

He’d offer a glass of wine, or possibly water. Then they’d sit around and read a book or even chit chat about small things until his S/O feels like going back out there.

If Spy senses that his S/O is uncomfortable or if some poser is invading their personal space, he’s there in a second to protect them.

This happens especially during big events and parties. If his S/O wants to leave without a lot of attention, Spy skillfully whisks them away into the shadows.

Spy is very caring and gentle for sure.

Engineer:

Gives the sweetest words of encouragement. He is very genuine with his words and gives meaningful hugs.

He thinks his S/O is the most adorable thing in the world and will always push them to do their best.

Knows their limits and rarely ever goes past them and feels guilty when he does. It’s all in the best interest of his S/O of course.

Will become sickeningly affectionate towards his S/O, just because he adores the hell out of them and they deserve to know how much they mean to him.

Engie will start a conversation and invite his S/O into the mix, asking them a lot of questions and opinions, just to get them out there.

If they become a bit overwhelmed Engie will let them take a breather.

He will not by any means smother his S/O with too many public interactions but he likes seeing them coming out of their shell.

Demo:

At first, he’d be really intrigued by someone who was shy, because he knows deep down that they’ve got an interesting personality.

He’d be really friendly, showing you around and introducing his future S/O to people.

He’d show them the ropes and tells them the do’s and don’t’s, creating a comfortable environment for them.

If they need any help or if they accidentally cause trouble, Demo is right by their side and will always take the blame if no one knew who caused the trouble.

Once they start dating, however, he is so so happy.

Just absolutely ecstatic.

He’ll probably avoid going to crowded places for their first few dates, just staying home or going to the movies or even a walk in the park.

Demo is severely conscious of his surroundings and gives his S/O a heads up if someone new wanted to talk to his S/O.

When his S/O starts to come out of their shell, Demo will start taking them out to more extravagant places and constantly praises them if they successfully order their food without stuttering or asks someone for directions.

Pyro:

Pyro has enough troubles with communication, but with the S/O in the mix, it becomes a lot more difficult to even begin to understand what they’re saying.

For a long time the team is convinced that the S/O is mute, but after they stuttered some words they are SHOOK.

However, the S/O can understand Pyro just fine and vice versa.

It’s almost as if they have some sort of secret language.

There’s not a whole lot of talking in the relationship anyway, they just like being together.

It’s very rare if they decide to go out for a night in the town since Pyro never actually takes off their suit.

However, this did some good because while they’re out, the S/O musters up all the courage they have and starts speaking to people. (Like, ordering food, asking how much something costs, asking people to move out of the way etc.)

Pyro claps everytime the S/O does something out of their comfort zone.

Perhaps they learn sign language too just to make things easier.

Soldier:

When Soldier addresses his crew, he’s loud, vulgar and rude, but to his S/O, he suddenly becomes the biggest and cuddliest teddy bear.

If his S/O tries to speak (which is usually in a whisper) Soldier will lean over and have them talk into his ear and he translates it back to his crew.

S/O: Since Sniper is feeling a little sick, why don’t we have Medic give him some medication?

Soldier: My sweetie plum says IF YOU’RE WHINING LIKE A BITCH OVER A LITTLE COLD THEN GET YOUR ASS INTO THE LAB FOR SOME GOD DAMN PILLS YOU MAGGOT

Everyone knows that’s not how the S/O really talks and easily forgives them because they know Soldier takes everything a bit too far.

His S/O still freaks out though, frantically apologizing and mumbling but Soldier wraps an arm around them and gives em a big ol’ kiss.

“Because of you, Sniper will be good as new! HUZZAH!” Soldier will always praise his S/O and legit thinks that they are some sort of genius. (It’s just common sense)

Because Soldier doesn’t like to go out into the world anyway, most dates will be in solitude.

Soldier is completely comfortable with his S/O and is so gentle and supportive, his S/O always gains confidence from him.

WILL TREAT HIS S/O LIKE ROYALTY

[dingusandgoofus]

Lup vs. Isolation

I've been thinking a lot lately about how Lup would react to coming out of the umbrella and being free again after being trapped inside for ten fucking years, and also how it would feel to suddenly have a body again after not having one for ten years.  Like, I'm a Fullmetal Alchemist fan, and I remember piles upon piles of fanfiction about Al getting his body back and constantly getting overstimulated by touch and stuff, which is super legit, and it just got me thinking about Lup's experience.

Now, Lup has died before, and has become a lich before.  The sensation of coming back into a body isn't new to her.  But she's also never been without a body for more than a year at very, very most, and probably not even that long.  So I imagine she has an idea of what to expect (as does Barry, to the same degree, because his deaths on the current plane don't really count for this, as he can't remember being a lich when he's in a body -- i.e. he doesn't remember not having a body).

But one thing Lup has not had before is the lack of stimulation you get from isolation.

Listen, complete isolation fucks people up. People are social animals and they need stimulation, preferably from other people, to remain okay.

Lup has a few advantages in this situation, though.

First of all, she doesn't have a body.  This is important because some of the effects of isolation are physical, which she wouldn't have to had to deal with.  Even a lot of the mental effects are things like hallucinations, which I don't feel would be applicable to her either. She likely would have the emotional effects, like depression and anxiety and paranoia.  But at least there would be nothing physical.  Her new body won't have any effect from this either.

Second, Griffin specifically mentions that it takes her a very long time to be able to retain consciousness inside the staff:

“And when her senses return to her, she found herself in a small chamber lined with rich, black curtains. She wasn’t afraid, because she didn’t know how to be. For -- for years inside that place, she just fought for consciousness.

“Her faculties return to her one by one. She could see, and then feel, and then hear, and eventually even extend those senses to the world outside.”

Now, in actual reality, most people can't last more than 48 hours in total isolation, so subtracting years isn't really going to help all that much.  But perhaps combined with the previous point of her not having a body to begin with is enough to make some sort of difference.

Third, Lup's senses, as expressed in that quote, are able to extend outside the staff.  This isn't going to change a dang thing for all the years she sits alone in Wave Echo Cave.  But she's got more than a year with Taako before he finally breaks her out, and that's a whole year to get used to the idea of experiencing sensations again.

I think it's also important to note that her senses are probably dulled, or at least, she can retract them at will.  That means if experiencing the world overstimulates her, it wouldn't be difficult for her to retreat somewhere to calm down.  She had time to readjust in what is basically an ideal space with no societal expectations and a perfect safe space she could use whenever she needed it.

When she explodes out of that staff, she is itching for a fight and shows no signs of having trouble dealing with the outside world.  I attribute this in part to those advantages I just mentioned, and also in part to the fact that she's a lich at that point.  Now, liches are magical things that aren't real, and therefore, most of what I say about them could be right???  Could be wrong???  Can anyone really say???

But Griffin does point out that liches are non-corporeal. Barry wants to blow himself up so he can hold her -- i.e. he can't now, because he isn't also a lich.  She gives some people “hugs,” but it doesn't really work.  That means, and you guessed it, Lup hasn't experienced the sensation of touch, as we know it, in ten years.  Liches probably can touch magic, as it were, and I mean, she did sorta punch Edward out of the staff.

I imagine being super sensitive is part of the 'suddenly incorporating a new body' thing.  Magnus didn't get into that because he had been without a body for probably fewer than 24 hours.  Barry didn't say anything about it, but he's also probably pretty used to it (even if he can't remember), and also, it wouldn't have been good for the pacing of the story at that point if he had had to deal with that.

Lup hasn't had a physical body in ten years, so I think there is probably going to be some sensitivity issues.  They don't have to be major issues, though.  Consider the mental image of Lup wrapping herself in a satin sheet and rolling on the bed, giggling.  Imagine her eating chocolate cake and having to stop after eat bite because it's so rich.  Imagine her reveling in how warm Taako's hands are, or the way Barry's breath tickles her cheek.

And this is all stuff she will deal with in time.  I imagine there will be some over stimulation involved once in a while, but that's not a forever thing.

I do think that psychological damage is a lot more far reaching, though.  I'm only going to focus on the anxiety aspect here, because this essay is already too long and I have a lot to say, but just know this is only one of the possible effects.  I plan to try and incorporate more of them into my writing.

Lup has also barely had any actual human (or elf, or whatever) interaction since Cyrus Rockseeker backstabbed her.  She couldn't communicate with the outside world, and when she finally managed to actually get a message out, it wasn't understood or really acknowledged.  Until she popped out of the umbra staff, the most communication she got out was to fuck up Edward real bad, and that was it.

I think before the incident with the staff, Lup was a very social person.  I think she and Taako had a very tight relationship, and both depended on each other very strongly.  I think she and Barry were also incredibly close-knit, and they spent a lot of time together.  I think that she didn't get a good deal of alone time, because she didn't necessarily want it.

After the staff, though, she might find the constant attention of her lover and her brother and her entire IPRE family overwhelming.  There will probably be times that she gets very overwhelmed by the constant barrage of people in her personal space, and there will be some issues concerning the fact that she can't just get away so easily as she could inside the umbrella.

This isn't something the others will ever completely understand.  In particular, Taako would take issue with this.  In my personal headcanons, Taako and Lup are closer than is actually healthy.  I'm talking like no boundaries whatsoever, borderline co-dependency, etc.  Taako is going to latch onto her like a starfish once she's around again and he has his memories back.  He lost her for ten years.  He lost everything about her for ten years.

And Lup will understand.  She'll get it.  She'll even feel the same way!  She wasn't without him as much as he was without her, both physically and mentally, but she's never been without Taako before either, not for this length of time.

There will be times, though, when she won't be able to deal with it.  I can only imagine this going very, very poorly the first few times it happens. As kids and teenagers, they only had each other to rely on.  They shared everything.  If one was said, they would tell the other one about it.  And this?  This isn't something Lup would know how to share.  How did you express that, no, you're the problem, the fact that you're sitting outside the door, pleading for me to tell you what's wrong -- that's what's wrong?

I can see this manifesting in panic attacks.  It's not necessarily that she's afraid, it's that there's just too much going on, and her mind can't process everything, and it all feels like danger. Not to mention, even before getting eaten by her staff, she endured an entire century of having to adapt to all sorts of things, under the constant threat of death and being quite literally hunted by a world ending entity.  That doesn't do great things to a psyche.

Becoming a Reaper was probably one of the best possible scenarios for her endgame.  What better response to an impending panic attack is there than to cut a hole in the fabric of space and pop into the afterlife for a nice breather?

And certainly, time and experience will make things better, and with any luck, she'll develop some positive coping mechanisms to help her through.  Her family will learn her signs that something isn't right or that they need to back off and give her space, and they'll learn what things they can do to help her out and calm her down.

But I think it's a very large mistake to assume that the Lup who went into the umbrella is the same person as the Lup who came out.