#are a severe pain in the butt in practice

[isekyaaa]

What's the point in announcing things on your writing blog if you're not going to do them? That just seems like so much added stress you don't need.

[wandasaura]

WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria – 

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own. 

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly. 

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely. 

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply. 

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark. 

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.” 

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!” 

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly. 

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone. 

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper. 

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers. 

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder. 

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure. 

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!” 

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!” 

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

Wanda – 

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more. 

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for. 

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her. 

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements. 

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward. 

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation. 

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.” 

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open. 

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her. 

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her. 

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants. 

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away. 

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core. 

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

[sundrop-writes]

Missing You

Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Summary:

Gar misses his two best friends. When he calls the two of you, he certainly doesn’t expect to find you in such a… compromising situation.

Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd. Accidental Voyeurism. Smut. Canon Divergent AU of Season 2.

Word Count: 2,800

DC Titans Masterlist | AO3 Link

THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Detailed warnings and author’s notes below the cut.

Warnings: there is a lot of��Gar/Jason (emotionally and sexually), dubious consent - Gar listens to the reader and Jason having sex without their consent (but they don’t mind when they do find out), invasion of privacy (but again, they don’t mind it), would this be considered eavesdropping?, accidental voyeurism (and then on purpose voyeurism), Gar masturbates while listening to Jason and the reader have sex over a FaceTime call but Jason and the reader don’t know Gar is listening, Gar feels slightly guilty about being horny in this situation, lots of dirty talk, Jason is more dominant, reader is definitely submissive, Gar is (slightly?) submissive (though he is not ‘involved’ for most of the sex act), the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (though she is not really the ‘center’ of this fic), Jason has a filthy mouth, p in v sex (between Jason and reader) - actually protected sex this time (which is a surprise for my fics) (it’s my headcanon that Jason is a big proponent for condoms/safe sex), degradation kink (towards the reader), terms used to describe the reader: slutty/slut, cocksleeve, hole, fucktoy/toy, cumdump, good girl; slightly possessive Jason (but it’s clear that he doesn’t mind sharing with Gar), spanking (very light, no severe pain kink) - mention of clit spanking, mention of orgasm restriction, mentions of sexting/sending nudes. I believe that’s everything.

A/N: This is a repost. Again, to complete my Titans Masterlist on this blog. I did some tweaking to it, but it is still mostly the same. So if you have read it before, I hope you enjoy it. And if it’s your first time reading it, I hope you like it again.

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The concept of butt-dailing was something that still mystified Gar. 

He understood why it was a thing in the 2000s, sure. A time when people’s phones still had tactile buttons on them, when you could sit on your phone in your back pocket and start pressing things by accident. But these days? Why was the term even still used? 

How can you call someone by accident? How can you have an entire phone conversation with someone by mistake? 

On that day, it hadn’t been Jason that called him - no, Gar was the one calling Jason. 

Gar hated to admit it, but he was fucking lonely. He had a soft heart and if he went too long without talking to his friends, without hearing their laughter, then he wilted like an unwatered plant. It wasn’t something that he ever said aloud, but it was something that was very easy to tell for the people who were closest to him. 

So Jason had taken to calling him on a regular basis. And ironically, because of it, the two had actually grown a lot closer in the Robin’s absence. 

Their friendship bloomed because of the long, late-night phone calls where Jason’s tired voice mumbled things to Gar as he fell asleep, admitting things about his past and the pain he sometimes felt that he never would have told anyone else. And they often spent hours on Discord calls as they kicked ass together playing COD or some other stupid game like Mount Your Friends. Even though on that day the Tower was practically empty, Gar found himself missing Jason the most. 

Ever since you had gone to Gotham to visit Jason, Gar’s other closest friend abandoning him, Gar had practically gone mad with loneliness. Rachel was off on a ‘girls trip’ with Donna, Dawn, and Kory, and Dick was attending some kind of ‘League’ business. Hank was leading a ‘be a better you’ sobriety seminar in another city, and Gar still found himself feeling like an outsider when hanging out with Rose and Jericho. 

So where did that leave him? 

Alone in his room, sprawled out on his bed. 

He had thumbed over Jason’s contact in his phone several times before he actually decided to put in his earbuds and give the guy a call. Surely his best friend wouldn’t consider him needy after the three hour long timestamps on their other calls. If Jason was busy, Gar could simply find something else to entertain himself. He could probably best his Resident Evil speedruns. Again. 

But selfishly, he was hoping Jason would pick up and talk to him for a while. Maybe you would be lounging around with Jason and he would get to talk to the both of you. That would be really nice. 

When the FaceTime call was answered on the other end, the screen was dark. Gar thought for a moment that Jason was just busy - that he was pressing his phone to his chest until he could get into another room to take the call. But for a few moments, all he heard was deep breathing, some grunting. The sound of Jason training? 

He was definitely inside Jason’s pocket. 

See, Jason hadn’t even noticed the incoming call. He had his phone on silent, and he had answered it completely by mistake. Turns out, the rapid, rhythmic thrusting of his hips had somehow successfully pressed the ‘answer’ button, even with the phone shoved deep in his back pocket. 

And Jason wasn’t really in a position to have a friendly, ‘let’s chat about COD’ video chat with his best friend. 

He was balls-deep inside of you. With his thick, hard cock out through the zipper of his pants with his phone still inside of his back pocket. He was thrusting into you where you were face down on his bed, on your knees exactly how he wanted you. 

It was a huge part of the reason you had come to visit him. The two of you had been fooling around for as long as you had known each other, and you couldn’t seem to go for very long without fucking the other person. It brought you both relief from your stressful vigilante lifestyle, and it was the best sex either of you ever had. Not that any of your friends knew that you had a ‘thing’ going on, of course. 

Gar was about to hang up the call, believing that he had caught Jason at a bad time and realizing that the guy didn’t even know his phone was on. But he froze completely still when he heard it. 

“Fuck, babe, take my cock.” Jason groaned, his voice absolutely thick with sex. “Fucking take it.” 

It was something that instantly made Gar tremble, made blood rush to his cock as he heard his friend’s voice in a way that he never had before. The sound was rough in his headphones, distant and not nearly as pure as it would have been in person. But it made Gar’s blood run hot in seconds, made him so turned on so quickly that he became dizzy. 

Gar’s hand itched to reach down and grip his cock through his pants, but he knew that he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. He should just hang up the call and hope that Jason never saw it in his call history. The longer he stayed there and listened, the more suspicious the timestamp would look in the call history if Jason ever saw it. 

But Gar was frozen in his tracks when he heard something that absolutely made his head spin. 

“Yes!” It was your voice. “Fuck, I fucking love your cock. I’m just a slutty little cocksleeve for you, Jay!” 

High pitched and needy, moaning out - it was you. You, screaming those entirely pornographic words, followed by a deep grunt from Jason. 

Gar let out a sharp breath. It hadn’t occurred to him who Jason might be fucking. Or that he was fucking someone at all, and that he wasn’t just alone, fucking his own hand. 

Gar almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. The two people that he had been attracted to for so long now, playing out an epic sex fantasy for his own ears. He knew that it was so horribly wrong, but he probably wouldn’t have hung up the call if someone had pointed a gun to his head. 

“Yeah, you are.” Jason replied, his voice slightly obscured from the phone being in his pocket. “You’re my perfect slut. Such a good fucktoy, aren’t you, Y/N?” 

Jason saying your name with such a deep, possessive need, paired with the way he spoke so confidentially - it forced Gar to imagine how long the two of you had been in a relationship like this. How long the two of you had been playing around behind everyone’s backs to know each other’s kinks so well without crossing any boundaries. Even with his brain so lust-clouded, his thoughts flashed through all of the times you and Jason had snuck off together, or made lame excuses to go to bed early when Jason had still been living at the Tower. 

Gar was upset that he hadn’t found out about this sooner. His brain conjured up a fantasy of him sneaking into Jason’s room late at night, and seeing you on your knees for his best friend. He easily imagined Jason inviting him to stay, telling Gar what a slut you were, how much you would love to have two guys at once. Him and Jason passing you around, your wetness making both of their cocks shine. If you were the ‘fucktoy’ that he claimed you to be, it probably wouldn’t be that far from reality. 

There was a wet, slapping sound - Jason fucking into you harder as you moaned and struggled for breath. 

Gar’s cock pulsed with need. 

Something in the back of his brain screamed that it was wrong and that he needed to hang up, but his cock screamed louder. So he untied the string of his pants with haste and racked them down over his aching balls. Just to be safe, he muted his end of the call so that Jason wouldn’t hear any noises he made. 

(If he had been thinking a bit clearer, he would have realized that any noise he made, especially echoing into Jason’s back pocket, would have simply gotten lost in the haze of sweat and sex that the two of you were making in Jason’s bedroom. But - better safe than sorry, right?) 

In his mind, muting the call seemed even more reasonable when he let out a deep moan the second he took his hard dick into his hand. More beautiful sounds from you and Jason came in through his headphones as he began to jerk himself off. 

“Fucking love how you take my cock, fucking love how this slutty pussy gets so wet for me.”

Jason’s dirty mouth continued as Gar’s hand started a steady rhythm. Gar was already leaking precum that easily slicked him up - he was absolutely dizzy at the sound of Jason’s sex-graveled voice. 

“Just a fucking hole for me to cum in.” Jason growled. “You love it, don’t you? You love being my fucking toy. My fucking cumdump.” 

The pure filth coming out of Jason’s mouth surprised Gar, just as much as his own reaction did. The way his dick jumped in his hand and his lungs released a moan, his tip leaking even more precum at the words. He had no fucking idea that you and Jason were so dirty, that you liked being… degraded so much. Because clearly you loved it, with the wailing moan that you echoed back in response. 

“I love it!” You told Jason, your tone desperate and breathy, worn with sex. “I love being your cumdump. I’m just a hole for you to use!” 

Gar tried to imagine what the two of you might look like in that moment. Were you on your back, your legs spread wide for Jason? Were you completely naked with your tits swaying with his every thrust? Were you on your hands and knees, ass out like a bitch in heat for Jason? 

Gar pumped his cock faster at the thought, his precum making it sound absolutely slick, unrestrained grunts coming from his parted lips as he continued to listen you and Jason fuck. He would feel guilty for this later, but right now, he was absolutely dizzy with lust and needed to hear more. 

“You gonna cum on my cock, slut?” Jason’s voice was sharp, demanding. 

It sounded like Jason was holding back the urge to cum himself and he needed you to get there first. There was a sharp sound - skin hitting skin, higher in pitch and less muffled than the constant pounding of Jason into your cunt. Jason had spanked you. Gar’s orgasm swelled in his belly as he imagined Jason’s hand coming down against your skin, making the fat of your ass bounce or - fuck, Jason’s hand blooming against your wet clit. (Gar hated that he would never know which it actually was.) 

“Be a good girl. Cum for me.” Jason demanded, throat strangling his voice as he drowned in his own arousal. 

And just like that, you dissolved into a fury of sounds. Gar caught you chanting ‘I’m a hole! I’m a hole! I’m a hole!’ as though it was the only thing on your mind, increasing in volume as your orgasm overtook you, but it was muffled after a moment and Gar heard Jason grunt the words ‘shut up’ in the most sharp, dangerous voice he had ever heard from his best friend. 

Gar’s mind was immediately struck with the picture of Jason’s hand on the back of your head, shoving you into the bed to quiet your whorish moaning, and this was what sent him over the edge. His stomach curled so hard that it practically made him nauseous, his body drawing up off the bed as he pumped his cock hard and fast. He pumped himself dry as cum splashed up over his (thankfully) naked stomach and dirtied him in hot, white waves. 

Gar’s body was still trembling when he heard Jason rattle out a shuddering moan, a sure sign that he was cumming too. 

Gar should have rushed to end the call. 

But it seemed impossible to move at this point - his bones were practically made out of jelly from the intensity of his orgasm. The hand holding the phone had dropped it against his chest, the sound still coming in clear from his earbuds. He was desperate to catch his breath, and his cum still warm against his stomach when he heard it. 

There was a shifting, a rustling sound - fuck, Jason was taking his phone out of his pocket. 

Gar panicked. 

But his orgasm had been so spectacular that it had knocked all the sense out of him, including his usually good reflexes, so he was slow to pick his phone back up. When he did, his heart jumped in his chest when he found Jason staring at him, wearing a wide smirk. 

In the time it had taken Gar to recover, Jason had taken his phone out - with the original purpose to check the time. Alfred always had a very specific time for dinner, and always became cranky if anyone was late. Jason certainly didn’t need anyone to come looking for you and him, seeing the compromising position that you found yourselves in. 

Jason was surprised when he found the call with Gar going. And once he had checked the timestamp on the still ongoing call, he immediately knew what had happened. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jason said, his voice slightly rough from the sex, but entirely confident, unshaken. 

“Uh - I - I -” Gar stuttered. 

When Jason saw his lips moving and didn’t hear any sound, he quickly spoke up. 

“Unmute the call, dickhead.” Jason told him, giving a small chuckle with the offensive, affectionate nickname. 

Right. Gar had muted it to participate in his perverted voyeurism. 

As Gar reached up to find the button, he realized his hand was still covered in cum. 

Jason licked his lips as he saw substance smeared all over Gar’s palm and saw his friend reaching for tissues off to the side. As Gar raced to clean off his hand, you appeared behind Jason’s shoulder in the frame of the call. You were wearing a bra, your skin slightly slicked with sweat and tear tracks coming off the side of your eyes - clearly from pleasure and not from pain. 

“You had Gar on a FaceTime call?” Your tone was a breathy giggle, clearly not at all upset at the idea that your friend had been listening in on you being fucked and called degrading names. “Kinky. Did you call him while you were putting the condom on?” 

Gar unmuted the call with his now clean(er) hand, but waited in silence for you and Jason to finish your conversation. He was surprised that you didn’t seem to care; that you seemed to think it was some kind of pre-planned kink that Jason had executed. Gar’s stomach twisted at the thought of it, that you and Jason had discussed inviting another person into your sex life and you were more than okay with it being Gar. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Jason told you. “Go get cleaned up for dinner.” 

You simply nodded, and leaned in to give Jason a kiss - a soft, gentle sight that was entirely arousing in contrast to the rough, filthy sex that Gar knew the two of you just had. It was even more arousing when you walked out of frame and Gar heard another spank to your bare skin (clearly you weren’t wearing bottoms) - and heard you let out a delighted squeak in response. 

“Look, I can explain-” Gar began his groveling, but Jason quickly cut him off. 

“Quiet.” Jason said, his tone taking on a kind of authority that made Gar’s stomach jump. “Next time this happens, we get to watch you cum, or you don’t get to cum at all. Got it?” 

Gar’s cock was quickly filling with blood again at Jason speaking to him this way, so boldly, making sexual demands over his body. His mouth was dry and lost for words so he simply nodded in response. He opened his mouth to attempt to speak - to apologize, to ask for clarity, to ask Jason when ‘the next time’ would be. 

But now that Jason had Gar’s simple affirmation, he hung up the call. 

Gar - unable to help himself - stretched an arm out and took a picture of his half hard cock and his shirtless body, still covered in his cum. He hesitated to send it, though. After a long mental debate in the shower, it came back to his phone sitting on his nightstand, and sent it to Jason with a caption that read ‘I really did enjoy the show’. 

It pinged Jason’s phone when he was sitting at the dinner table with you and Bruce. And as he looked at it under the table, he choked on his peas.

[axelsagewrites]

Roy Kent*Charitiy

Pairing: Roy Kent x reader

Word count: 1535

Warnings: Rupert existing and Roy being Roy

Masterlist here

Ever since last year when Rupert crashed annual charity ball and donated a butt load of money to steal her thunder, she was determined to make this year's even better. It was odd to you that someone donating so much to a good cause was grounds for revenge but then again, you'd met Rupert. He really was the worst. 

She'd gone all out this year, making sure she lined up at least 3 famous performers that equally hated Rupert and inviting everyone who was anyone. You were automatically on the list as her assistant but and also as Roy's plus one. It was at last year’s ball that Roy ended up walking you home from and kissing you in your doorway. Cut to this year and you were now in a semi-secret committed relationship with Richmond’s newest coach. You had both decided not to share to the press and after much convincing Roy let you tell Rebecca and the team.

One of the nights biggest earners was of course the charity auction. Roy had refused at least 19 times to do it but eventually with enough eyelash batting and promises of favours you'd convinced him to sign up. All the boys had signed up, even Will was forced to sign up.

To make things even more bizarre Rebecca herself was being auctioned. Though you as her assistant had also hired someone to come bid on her so she'd never have to have the date but still she was technically on the roster. What you hadn't expected was for her to turn to you with puppy dog eyes. 

"We need more women on the list. Cmon, you know how it is. Think of the children,"

Roy was more outrage you had said yes than the fact he had been convinced to do it as well. You however were sure that it would be fine. After all people were there to bet on the footballers to play a game with their kid or show off to their friends or whatever other questionable activities they had planned. Not some assistant. 

What you hadn't accounted for was that you were no longer just an assistant. Not only did you often appear in pictures with the team, but rumours floated around that you were dating at least one if not multiple of the boys. Between always being around famous footballers or the fact Keeley Jones was your best friend you’d forgotten people actually knew who you were now.

The night was fine to begin and halfway through the auction Rebecca had already hit the same record as last year but that was not going to stop her. Danni had gone for £5000, Sam for £6000, Keeley for £10,000. Yes, even Keeley had donated one of her Friday nights to Rebecca's cause.

Roy had practically begged you that if the old lady who won him last year was going to win that you steal the win and he'd give you the money so sure as fate you had just won a night with your boyfriend for £8000. This was only going to fuel the fires in the tabloids, but it was worth saving Roy another painful night with a toothless granny.

"Up next we have my dear, dear friend who many of you will recognise as the teams shadow. Come on up"(y/n)," Rebecca said, clapping as you walked up with an awkward smile.

" Can we start the bidding at £500?" You thought this would be over and done with in less than a couple minutes.

"Five thousand pounds," Ruperts voice came booming from the back of the room followed by the sound of Roy’s chair scrapping against the floor as he stood up, "Forgive me for being so late my dear Rebecca. A family emergency kept me away, but I couldn't miss this for the world," he said gesturing to the crowd who gave him a round of applause he didn’t deserve, “After all it is for the children,”

For once Rebecca stammered for words before finally stuttering out "Yes well thank you Rupert. Do I hear six?"

"Ten thousand," Roy boomed across the room. Small gasps left several tables as you stood, eyes bulging out at the moment happening. You’d got to witness the bidding war that went for Jamie last year with Keeley spending twenty-five grand, but you knew that both Rupert and Roy were far more stubborn. this could go for a while.

"This isn't how auctions exactly work boys-" Rebecca tried to cut in, knowing how stubborn Rupert was and how violent Roy could get, but to no avail. she looked at you with a sympathetic glance as the carnage began.

"fifteen thousand," Rupert said, walking to stand by Roy's table, his wife a few paces behind standing awkwardly. 

"twenty,"

"thirty,"

"thirty-five-" you heard Jamie's voice pipe up followed by a loud growl from Roy who was glaring daggers in the previously laughing boy, "withdrawn!" Jamie yelped as he shuffled his chair towards Keeley. you almost felt bad for Jamie as you tried not to laugh.

"forty-five," Roy yelled before turning to Rupert, whispering something in his ear as he went to say fifty.

You could practically see Ruperts sweat dripping down his forehead as Roy pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face, "Hard to beat that," Rupert smiled as he carefully stepped away from Roy, slowly moving back to his wife, “I withdraw,” Rupert said before pulling his wife to go join some random table filled with old white men.

"Forty-five going once, twice," Rebecca said as she scrambled to grab her gavel, "sold to Mr Kent. What a generous donation, everyone let's give him a round of applause," Rebecca said as she started the claps as everyone followed suit to try mask the awkward tension. “Always such a generous soul,”

You gave Rebecca a sorry smile as you walked back down to Roy, wondering how you’d explain this to the tabloids, but Roy had other plans. As you walked up to him, ready to quietly thank him, Roy stepped forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest. The kiss was brief, but it knocked the wind out your lungs and left you wishing you had a private room as whoops and hollers came from the room around. You pulled back, breathless and grinning like an idiot. 

"Just to be clear that isn't included in the final sale," Rebecca said from the stand, trying to avoid lawsuits and trying desperately not to laugh since the auction still had its final prize left, Jamie.

"What did you say to him?" you asked, as you finally say back down, hand in hand with Roy. 

"I told him I knew where he lived and enough people to hold him down if he didn't back off what's mine, “Roy said as cool as a cucumber as if he didn't just threaten to beat a multi-millionaire, possibly billionaire at this point. "Plus, I said I'd tell his wife about you know who," 

This however caught your, Keeley’s, and Jamie's attention, "Who's you know who?" Keeley ask as you all three leaned in for the dirt. 

"Fuck knows," Roy barked making you all look at each other confused, "once a scumbag always a scumbag. There's probably some poor girl out there he’s fucked I just don't know which one," 

The three of you began to cackle as Rebecca announced her last prize of the night. “Time to shine,” Jamie said as he got up, running a hand through his hair before jogging up to join Rebecca on stage. His cocky joy went from pale faced terror when the woman who won Roy last year won him this year but for £9000. Jamie returned to the table, no pep in his step or swagger in his walk as he sunk down into his chair, “Why did you save me?” he whispered in betrayal.

“I’m not your girlfriend anymore, remember,” Keeley teased as she sat back in her chair, “Call us even for last year babes,”

Jamie turned from Keeley to you and Roy, looking like a kicked puppy, “Roy?”

“Mate I’ve just spent 50 grand tonight. go fuck yourself,” Roy said before what was left of his drink.

“It’s for children Roy,” Jamie said as he sulked back into his chair.

“Fuck the children,” Roy said with no hesitation, “I’ve just bought them a really fucking nice orphanage to stop some old prick touching my bird,”

you couldn’t help but laugh at how Jamie pouted in his seat, trying to avoid the old woman’s little waves. “You do release your little stunt means we need to do press now?” you said, glancing up to a now groaning Roy.

“Already on its babes,” Keeley said from where she sat on her phone, “I’ve been waiting for this for months. knew you two wouldn’t go for my soft launch option,”

“Fucks a soft launch?” Roy said, confusing racking his face as he turned to you.

you patted his arm and shook your head, “You just let me and Keels deal with this yeah?”

Roy sighed as he sat back in his chair shaking his head, “I fucking hate charity,”

[jenna0rtega27]

G!p Jenna x actress reader smut. Where they have to film a sex scene and they both get turned on?

Mutual desires

Thank you for asking

18+

Jenna Ortega x F!Reader

(For your request I decided that the actresses were going to be porn stars so the scene will be a pornographic scene. I hope you will like it)

Warning: Jenna g!p, pure smut, blowjob, Jenna and reader are pornstars, fingering, spitting, penetration, public sex, unprotected sex, mention of real pornstar

Summary: Request

Note: This is my first smut so sorry if it's rubbish but I'll get better with time.

Number of words: 2163

Masterlist

You are a big porn star. You have directed numerous films with several women including Dani Daniels, Abella Danger, Veronica Rodriguez and many other super stars. She had several threesomes, foursomes, masturbation.

But today you are going to have a whole new experience, you have never fucked with a man. But today you are not going to fuck a man, you are going to fuck a woman with a cock.

Jenna Ortega, the most popular woman in pornography since she was born with a penis. You dreamed of doing a shoot with her because you fantasized about her for so long, you masturbated while watching her videos. And according to you. She is the most beautiful woman in the world.

So there you are, sitting on the bed with Jenna sitting right next to you.

“So the three of you will watch TV and you will be able to start your scenes. I want it to be intense, sensual, I want people who watch this video to have their mouths watering. » Said the director.

You both nod.

“1, 2, 3, action!” »

You watch a movie sitting on your back leaning on the headboard with Jenna who is close to you. You can feel his thighs touching yours. The excitement grew more and more. And what you didn't know is that it was the same feeling on Jenna's side. She watched you on her screen while you fucked other girls and she always wanted to be in their place. But now that her dream has come true, she will take good care of you. Even if it's to play, she wanted to convey her desire for you and that's exactly what she's going to do.

After a few seconds of watching the movie, Jenna turns off the TV and turns to face you with her legs crossed. You look at her with a look of desire.

“What if we played truth or dare? » Jenna asks with an intense look that could make anyone die.

“Okay” You respond and turn to be in the same position as Jenna. »

“So truth or dare ~Y/n~” You’re practically drooling from the way she said your name.

You pretend to think and say “Dare”

Jenna smirked. “Give me a striptease” Jenna drops her lip looking into your eyes.

You get up from the bed and walk forward and start moving your hips sensually. You have very short white shorts on so Jenna can practically see your ass. You lower yourself like a pro and lightly shake your butt. Jenna brings her index finger to her mouth and places her teeth on the tip. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like the view.

Once the action is finished, return to your seat. Jenna looks at you with so much lust, you can feel your cheeks blush. You have never blushed for an actress. But Jenna is a whole different story.

“So Jenna, truth or dare? » You ask, lightly biting your lower lip which Jenna didn't miss and found so sexy.

“Dare my beauty. »

“Give me a hickey.” » You say with as much desire as Jenna.

Jenna approaches you and to spice things up, she straddles your knee and holds your jaw with her right hand. The other hand finds itself in your hair and pulls it lightly with desire.

The young brunette approaches your neck excessively slowly to tease you. She sticks her tongue out and licks a wet, warm stripe from the base of your neck to your ear and pulls at your earlobe. She continues to lick you three more times before placing her lips and sucking on your neck. You are overwhelmed with pleasure. You place your hands on Jenna's hips for more contact. After her hickey, Jenna licks the part that is starting to show to relieve the pain and removes herself from your knee to put herself back in her place. Her eyes never left the place where she sucked.

You're so hot right now. This is the first time a woman has given you so much pleasure during a scene.

“Truth or dare baby?” »

“Dare” You reply practically out of breath.

" Take off your clothes. And I want to see you completely naked. »Jenna replies

You stand up and slowly begin to take off your top. You keep eye contact with Jenna in the process. You then take off your shorts and you are now only in your underwear. Without losing visual contact, you take off your bra and leave your breasts bare.

Jenna's mouth waters when she sees your breasts. Your nipples harden from the air touching your breasts.

You then slowly take off your panties and sit on the bed completely naked. Even though it's just a shoot, you can feel Jenna's desire for you as she admires your naked body.

“Jenna truth or dare?” » You ask, gently massaging your right breast to tease Jenna.

" Action. »

“Come suck my tits.” »

Jenna walks over to you and reaches out to massage your breasts. The petite brunette brings her mouth closer and gently bites your left nipple to tease it. Then, she licks your nipple and then gently sucks it. The other hand massages your right breast.

You let out a moan and place a hand on the back of Jenna’s head. Jenna smiles at your breasts and looks up to make eye contact with you. She continues to lick, suck and bite your breasts without losing eye contact. She then moves on to the other breast and does the same treatment. She walks away and wipes her mouth.

" Truth or Dare? » Asks Jenna

“Action” Jenna smirks at you.

“Give me a pittance”

You approach Jenna and lay her down so that her head is on the pillow. You slowly remove her pants so that she is in her boxers. You could see the bulge and it turned you on like crazy. You take off his boxers and admire Jenna's beautiful cock. It wasn't big but it was thick. You take his penis in your hand and

started to pump gently. You position yourself between his legs and lie on your stomach. You look up to see a little Jenna already looking at you and squirming under your touch.

You lower your face so your mouth is just above the tip of his penis and continue pumping. Precum comes out of his tip and you lubricate the entire length of the penis.

You open your mouth and start to suck Jenna gently. You move your head up and down without going too far at the moment. Jenna lets out a small moan. She places a hand on your head and caresses your copper-hair with her black-scripted nails.

You continue to suck and pump with your hand. After a few more pumps, you decide to go faster. You move your head up and down faster and massage his balls with your free hand. Jenna lets out a bigger moan.

“My god my cock feels so good in your mouth.” Aaah mmmh” Said Jenna closing her eyes in pleasure.

You try to go the furthest and Jenna's cock hits the back of your throat making you gag but you continue.

Then you remove your mouth from his cock and replace it with your hand to suck his balls. Jenna was shaved all over so they were very smooth.

Jenna felt herself coming. She was trying to hold on but with a girl sucking her cock like an expert was difficult.

“I’m going to cum.” » Jenna said as she moaned more and more.

“Moan into my mouth baby. » You respond and you put his cock back in your mouth and suck it. You move your head up and down super fast and pump the base.

Jenna pulls the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white. After a few seconds, Jenna releases his thick cum into your mouth. You moan at the spectacular taste and continue sucking it until the last drop. You swallow and you look at Jenna who glares at you with desire.

You sit up and notice that Jenna's cock is still big and hard.

" Truth or Dare? » You ask, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

“We don’t care about the game,” Jenna whispers loudly enough for you to hear.

A smirk appears on your lips. Jenna grabs your waist and turns you so that you are now lying on your back with your head on the pillows and Jenna is between your legs lying on top of you.

" I want you so much. » Jenna said, her face two centimeters from yours. You can feel his breath on your cheek. His breath that smells like cherries.

“Then take me.” » You whisper, looking at his lips and then his eyes.

Jenna immediately places her lips on yours for a searing kiss. His hands are on your cheeks and yours are on his bare buttocks. You squeeze her ass and Jenna moans into the kiss.

Jenna puts her tongue out to ask for access and obviously, who are you to refuse. You open your mouth and let Jenna's tongue explore the inside of your mouth. His tongue caresses yours with so much sensuality. Then you grab his tongue between your lips and start sucking his tongue like when you sucked his cock. Jenna lets out a moan.

During the kiss, Jenna lowers her hand and gently rubs your clit with her middle finger to make you more wet so as not to hurt yourself while penetrating you. You leave a moan in Jenna's mouth.

Jenna smiled into the kiss. After she feels you are wet enough for her cock, she lets go of your clit and grabs her cock. She pumps it a little and aligns her penis in the entrance to your vagina. She strokes his cock up and down to get his tip wet. You moan and stop the kiss unable to focus on Jenna's swollen lips.

After making her tip very wet, Jenna penetrates you gently. You groan. Jenna keeps thrusting until her entire cock is completely inside you. You move your hands to her back and Jenna kisses your neck. Once you got comfortable with her size, Jenna began to move her hips gently. You moan his name and scratch Jenna's back with your nails.

“My cock feels so good in your pussy baby.” » Jenna says as she starts to go faster. You continue to moan every time Jenna enters you.

" Go faster. " You say.

Jenna nods. To get a more comfortable angle, Jenna sits up and goes faster. She lifts one of your legs and places it on her shoulder and hits you. You groan at the speed. Your pleasure has reached its peak. You've never been fucked so well.

With her free hand, she squeezes one of your breasts and squeezes it. She then pulls the nipple which makes you scream.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin and Jenna's penis entering the wetness of your vagina. You continue to moan loudly. “I’m going to cum soon.” » You say in a groan.

“Cums for me baby.” » Jenna says and quickly rubs your clit with her index and middle fingers to help you through your climax.

After a few seconds, your back arches and you cum on Jenna's cock. The little brunette continues to fuck you until you finish cumming. Once finished, Jenna slowly pulls his cock out. You moaned from the withdrawal but watched as Jenna pumped her cock to cum all over you.

“I’m coming too. » Jenna moaned as she pumped hard.

After a few more pumps, Jenna moans loudly as she squirts cum all over your stomach. You moan and with your index finger you scoop up the cum and put it in your mouth to swallow. You let out another moan at the taste.

Jenna then lies on top of you and you pretend to be asleep to finish the scene.

“Cut!” You girls were great. The spectators are going to be so excited. It was absolutely the best porn I have ever seen. » Exclaims the director as the cameramen put away their equipment.

" THANKS. » You say, smiling and putting your clothes back on. Everyone leaves the room and leaves you and Jenna to get dressed.

Jenna moves dangerously closer to you. “If you want, I would like to see you again without a camera. » Said Jenna with as much desire as when you made love.

“I would love to, yes. » You say and Jenna smiles kissing you languorously.

Jenna comes out of the room once she's all dressed and blows you off.

“I definitely want to see her again. » You say to yourself.

What’s certain is that it wasn’t the last time with Jenna.

[hyunsungies]

massage — lee felix

pairing: bf felix x fem reader

genre: smut, kinda fluff

word count: 2.1k

warnings: protected sex, nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), english is not my first language!

studying has always been a bad experience for you in many ways, now more than ever. the anxiety of taking a test, the countless times you lose focus… you’ve been sitting at that desk for too long, studying for the test you would have in a few days, and you would have stayed in there longer if it weren't for the pain you felt in your neck after hours leaning on top of a book.

felix was playing some of his favorite games in the same room as you in the meantime, but in another desk. he didn't fail to notice the several times you had to stop to stretch and the grimace you had on your face in this process.

he was already turning of his computer when you started to put your things together, with a tired face. fortunately, your mood changed completely when you heard him saying:

“hey darling, do you want a massage?”

a bright smile grew on your face. that was a couple thing between you: to massage each other anytime. lixie usually joke that you always guess the moments when he need it most. now, it was his turn to return the favor.

you didn't even bother finish taking your things out of the desk when you heard his suggestion, you could do it later. therefore, you left everything spread out there and ran to the bed, throwing yourself on top of it.

every time felix massaged you, he always ask you to take off your upper clothes so that he could touch you better. you didn't even wait for him to ask this time, you've already taken off the shirt you were wearing and waited for him with your naked back exposed. it wasn't necessary to take off your bra, you weren't wearing one.

lixie laughed at your rush. he went to the dresser, where he took a bottle of what you recognized as the body oil you both use for massages. with that in hand, he got on the bed and stood on top of you, knees each on one side of your body and sitting on your butt.

the bottle was opened and the liquid started to drip slowly through your skin, making you relax instantly. as soon as felix's hands touched your skin, you melted right there. he started with gradual movements all over your spine, first through the base and slowly climbing up to your shoulders. his hands went up and down slowly, but firmly, causing you goosebumps.

after a few minutes doing these repeated movements, he soon began to focus on specific parts of your body, giving the due attention that each one needed. he walked his hands down your back as if he knew exactly the places where you needed more care, hitting all the knots formed in your muscles and making you whine with pleasure. just like music in lixie’s ears.

“so, you managed to study?

he asked while massaging your right shoulder. you responded babbling, unable to speak properly because of the state of relaxation in which your body was.

“not enough, but yeah.”

“i see… it’s okay honey, you can try again tomorrow. are you enjoying the massage?”

feeling lazy, you just murmured positively. your body was practically turned off, you felt yourself in the clouds. it was impressive what felix's hands did to you.

suddenly, you felt something different. a kiss, right on the back of your neck, smooth and delicate.

“and now? do you like it more?” you smiled at his question.

“yes.”

if there was any part of your body still tense, this kiss solved everything, melting you completely. lixie could have kissed your shoulder, or even your back, but he knew that this place was more sensitive, he had done it on purpose.

he felt you softening under him and that was a green light for him to do it again and again. when you least expected it, felix deposited a small peck on your back, some of them making you shiver. you were relaxing more and more as he kissed you, so he just continued to do this non-stop.

the kisses were increasing. he loved to hear the few noises of pleasure you made when his lips touched your skin. it was the perfect combo: massages and kisses. nothing could be better than that for you and felix knew it very well. he knew how well you were feeling, but he wanted to make you feel even better.

suddenly, the massage stopped. he started to focus on kissing your shoulder, your cervix, your spine... your body, once relaxed, was now increasingly stimulated by him. the sweet smiles you let out turned into malicious smiles. felix didn’t had to look at your face to know what were you thinking, the heat of your skin was telling him all that he needed to know.

now that he already turned you on, he started a trail of kisses from your spine to that sweet spot behind your ear. still on top of you, he lifted his body with one hand, while the other made you turn around to face him. instead of looking into your eyes, he stared at your lips.

“i have to kiss here too.”

only when you smiled that he went closer again and kissed you. it was full of affection, the kind of kiss you usually have with your boyfriend, since he is the most gentle person you have ever met in your life. no wonder he offered you a massage a few minutes ago.

your tongues intertwined in a soft, tender way. having your hands free, you held his face and caressed his cheek, returning the love he was making you feel. after a long time just kissing, you both stoped a little to breathe.

lixie smiled. he simply loves looking you in the eye, seeing you smiling back and getting your cheeks blushed. all he could think of was how beautiful you are, the most beautiful in the whole world. he could ask you to marry him right now.

but he didn't. he feels like asking you to marry him whenever he's with you, but also when he just thinks of you. however, felix knew he would need to wait a little longer for the right moment and prepare everything for this day. that's the least you deserve. madly in love with you, he kissed you again with all the tenderness he had inside him.

it didn’t take too long for the kiss to become more intense though, messy and dirty. one of his hands went down and began to caress your thigh, causing you shivers.

you start pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt, begging for more. lixie instantly took the hint, so he went down from your mouth to your neck, where he left wet kisses and hickeys.

he was thirsty for you at this point. the noise of his kisses reminded you both of the wet sound of him pushing himself in and out of you. as he went down to your exposed chest, you could feel his bulge rubbing against your body. that almost drove you crazy. you needed to feel him.

but lixie was not in a hurry. he gave his total attention to your nipples, sucking and nibbling one while his hand took care of the other. he loved to hear your moans more than anything in this world.

after a long time playing with your boobs, he finally went down to your belly until he reached the waistband of your shorts. he took it off easily, leaving you only in your panties.

“god, how can you already be so wet?”

this comment made you laugh a little. felix smiled at you and began to massage your clit over the fabric. it felt so nice, but you wanted more, so you whimpered impatiently. he understood the message and decided to give you what you wanted: felix took off your panties slowly and then left a kiss next to your crotch. this sudden contact made you shiver once again.

a few more kisses were given before lixie started to properly eat you out. he put two fingers inside you while his tongue stimulated your bundle of nerves. his back and forth movements with his hand were slow and soft, but still pleasurable. he liked to go easy on you first.

at least at the beginning. when you felt the need for him to increase the speed, you pulled him closer by the hair. once again, lixie understood the message and started to move his fingers faster. your communication was perfect in and out of bed. both understood each other very well, especially when it came to each other's bodies. he knew how to make you see stars and that's what he was doing at that very moment.

his tongue followed the same rhythm as the thrusts with his hand, now strong and intense. all this increased gradually, following the wishes of your body in a perfect way.

he knew you well enough to the point of always making you cum really fast. felix never slipped up, he was always in the right position and rhythm for you, whether with his own cock, with his fingers or with his mouth.

suddenly, you started to feel your orgasm approaching. your legs closed around felix's face, making it difficult for him to breathe. he didn’t care though. your climax was close, so he started sucking your clit instead of just licking.

it made you clench hardly around his fingers. immediately, you grabbed his scalp with one hand and the sheet under you with the other. you were so close, very close, almost...

when lixie sucked your nub a little more harder, your whole body shuddered with pleasure and you felt overstimulated. lixie stopped at the same moment and smiled when she realized that you had come.

he gave you the time you needed to breathe. while you were recovering from your orgasm, felix took the opportunity to take off his own pants and get a condom.

even after he eat you out, you were still not satisfied, so when he positioned himself between your legs, you gladly opened them to your boyfriend. with a smile on his face, he finally positioned his own member at your entrance. you gasped with pleasure only with this contact, making him chuckle.

“you can never get enough of me, can you?”

“not my fault that you always make me feel so good.”

lixie smiled at you once again before he started pushing his cock into your walls.

the feeling made you want to scream with so much pleasure, but you restrained yourself with small grunts. he was big, you suffered a little from it at the beginning of the relationship, but now you could only feel lust.

his thrusts started slow and soft, as well as his hand earlier. that was his favorite way to start, romantic, but it wouldn’t take him too long to fuck you numb.

lixie had his eyes closed now, enjoying the moment. his face when he is having sex with you is beautiful, he is always beautiful. this makes you want to hold his face instead of sting your nails on his back. that said, you took both hands to his face and pulled him lightly for a kiss. like everything else, it was also slow, but seductive.

he moaned against your mouth and you did the same. when felix grabbed your hips a little bit harder and increased his pace, you knew he was close, so you started to clench more around him. it worked perfectly. his thrusts were getting faster and faster…

until he finally cums inside the condom. his body collapsed on top of yours. as the sex between you was not so rough, your breathing was not so flawed, so lixie managed to get up quickly so as not to suffocate you with his weight. giving a peck on your cheek, he smiled at you.

“i love it when our massages end like this.”

[aha-chuu]

Kaveh Backstory Summary

Taken from the character stories recently leaked on project ambr.

Childhood:

When Kaveh was young, he was the only child of his parents, who were both accomplished scholars. Kaveh encouraged his father to take part in the inter-darshan championships - the same ones we see in the 3.6 trailer. His father ends up doing well and Kaveh is so so proud, tells his father to compete further.

He loses the championship by just a hair. Somehow, this leads to him going into the desert... Where he goes missing. Some time later, his body is recovered and he's announced officially dead.

From that point forward, Kaveh's home becomes a cold, lonely place full of sadness. He believes that if he hadn't encouraged his father, he never would have died. Kaveh desperately holds onto this idea that, so long as he never inflicts pain on anyone, he'll somehow rediscover the warmth of his childhood.

Akademiya:

Kaveh joins the Akademiya as part of Ksharewar darshan, the same as his mother. His mother, who has been depressed since his father died and unable to create art, receives a job offer from Fontaine. While Kaveh says it's fine and she should go, he's in fact consumed by loneliness.

He's an excellent student, the best from his darshan in many years. Alhaitham enters the Akademiya two years his junior, and makes a less positive name for himself - while they are very different and do butt heads, Kaveh gets to know him out of curiosity. He meets Alhaitham right as his mother leaves him to live alone for the first time in his life, and they become close.

Kaveh considers him his best friend, at the time.

Together, alongside several other students, Kaveh and Alhaitham embark on a group project. But they are geniuses and the other members of their group struggle to keep up, dropping out one by one. Alhaitham sees no issue; he and Kaveh can complete the project alone, they should not slow down to artificially uplift the others.

Kaveh, meanwhile, is too kind hearted. He stretches himself thin in order to take up everyone else's workload on top of his own, slowing down and burning out.

Alhaitham tells him not to, that it's not good for him or for the project. Kaveh says he's heartless, that he should be more willing to help others. It becomes heated, then, Alhaitham pointing out that Kaveh needs to stop feeling guilty for everyone else's problems - that he's only so focused on other people because he can't bear to look inward at himself. His altruism is not a symptom of selflessness but of overwhelming guilt.

It's the first time someone has read him so perfectly. Kaveh finds himself exposed, upset and angry in front of the person he considered his closest friend. The reality Alhaitham described is one that he cannot face. So Kaveh strikes back, tells Alhaitham that he should have never befriended him - that he regrets their entire relationship.

They part ways immediately afterwards. Their joint research is never completed, but the research space is offered to them both. Kaveh writes it off, unwilling to stay in contact with Alhaitham. In addition, Alhaitham removes his name from the thesis and Kaveh tears up his copy - only to put it back together some time later.

Career:

Over time, Sumeru becomes more and more radical. The arts are seen as completely useless, senseless decoration. Kaveh's vision of design is the combination of aesthetics and practicality, but all the jobs he receives ask for a completely rational approach. He's stunted, realising that he can't realise his dream like this. Kaveh can't help but become more and more depressed over the state of Sumeru.

Then, like a shining light, he's offered the perfect commission: a huge mansion with near complete creative control over the design. It's Dori's commission and she is mostly uninterested in the process - simply asking that it be beautiful, extravagant and secluded in location. Kaveh convinces Dori to go out of her way for the mountainside view, and she finally agrees.

Disaster strikes halfway through construction. A withering zone overcomes the building site, destroying the materials and leaving the progress completely impossible to recover. Dori is incensed - if Kaveh hadn't persuaded her to change the building site, it would never have happened. She wants him off the project.

Kaveh sits on the ruins of the mansion overnight, considering. He's desperate to finish the project - certain it will sate the desire for fulfillment he's had for so long now. But Dori has lost so much money and she's so displeased with him, all he can do to get back on her side is to recompense her for all the materials so that she no longer sees the whole thing as one huge financial loss. Kaveh has savings, but not nearly enough... His mother's house is under his name though, and that would get him up to 70% of the cost.

The next day, Kaveh sells off all his assets and gives everything to Dori. She allows him back onto the project, unpaid. Kaveh makes further additions that are over budget, and by the time the palace is completed he's heavily in debt and homeless.

He feels fulfilled by the project's completion at first, but quickly falls into despair at his life circumstances.

The circumstances:

Kaveh turns to alcohol to drown his sorrows, camping out at Lambad's tavern day and night. When his old associates visit, Kaveh pretends that he's just in between jobs, on break. Out of sympathy, Lambad gives him free drinks and keeps his table reserved. For two weeks, he stays in the tavern in this way, paying Lambad's kindness back by redesigning the booths for him. He's completely penniless, and so he can do nothing else.

Then, by chance, Alhaitham visits the tavern for a drink, finding Kaveh. He immediately sees he's in a bad way, and Kaveh can't help but unload all of his troubles onto the man he once considered his best friend.

At this, Alhaitham asks a difficult question: "how has realising your ideals gone for you?". It asks Kaveh to face the reality of his life again, harsh and cold, but it comes from a genuine place that tells Kaveh to engage in some self reflection.

By happenstance, Kaveh moves into Alhaitham's home. Believing that Alhaitham would never perform a good deed unconditionally, he is plagued once again by his guilty conscience. Despite this, "the most unshakable part of one's past is a friend that will never change". Alhaitham is Kaveh's stability, it seems, and for the first time in years, "home" no longer translates to loneliness for Kaveh.

[daflangstlairde-art]

Turtle and the Fox

Work 4 of DFL's Whumptober 2024

Work summary:

And it was embarrassing. Leo could choke down the pain, he could choke down the anger and hatred, he could turn hope into a sickly sweet thing like a mirage. But the embarrassment. It was always so strong. It was humiliating, always sharp and churning. Always made him far, far too aware. — Instead of getting evil hair and going to a spa, Leo ends up kidnapped by some weirdo. Shockingly, he has a bad time.

Content warnings for the work include: kidnapping, dehumanization, electrocution, conditioning, creepy behavior, and more. More details on ao3.

Chapter 1/11 — 4772 words

I.

Leo should've been worried as soon as he woke up.

Look. Leo’s portals? They were the coolest thing EVER, because Leo is the coolest!

...But admittedly, they were kinda sucky. He was still getting the hang of them, okay? They’d brought him to many weird places, like the top of the Eiffel Tower, or to a weird alien... dimension... planet... place. They sent his brothers to Tahiti once, it was a whole thing. Ending up in weird places was kinda becoming his thing. He's traveled half the world at this rate, no biggie, just more cool points for ol’ Leon. 

But he was getting better at it! He was adaptable, and he kept his cool pretty well... mostly. He was chill like that.

But waking up in a weird... basement jail cell??? Maybe not as immediately terrifying as the alien planet, but it definitely ranked high on the What The Fucky-Wucky list, huh? 

Leo pushed himself up, groaning, rubbing his face. And a headache, too? And nausea? Not looking too great, but it's fiiinee. 

He was calm, because he’s gotten himself into so many messes, getting out was practically his specialty at this point. His first instinct was to reach for his ōdachi. 

Things immediately went from “a little weird” to concerning as his ōdachi proved to be nowhere in sight. Actually, Leo didn't have any of his stuff in sight—not even his sash or gloves or socks. 

Um. Okay. Weird, off-putting, but hey, ‘tis the life.

He blinked, and squinted, and started trying to orient himself. Really hoping he wasn't dealing with a concussion here. 

The “bed” squeaked weird, which was explained as soon as he looked down and saw it wasn't a bed, not fully. It was just a mattress on the floor, pressed against the wall. There wasn't even a blanket, just a crumpled, pinkish-beige bed sheet and a sad looking white pillow which wasn't fluffy at all.

Leo wasn't very hopeful, but he still lifted the mattress to check if his sword just so happened to be under there.

Predictably—it wasn’t.

“Love a good disappearing act, but now is really not a good time,” he muttered quietly.

There was a ceiling light, which wasn't totally obliterating his eyes, sooo... if he had a concussion, it probably wasn't a severe one. Score. The light from the lamp was warm.

The ceiling light was in the other half of the room. Y'know, the half Leo could not reach, because it was barred by thick vertical iron bars. Like a prison cell. Yeah. He assumed this space was a basement, since there were no windows and it had a distinctly basement-y vibe. It was not claustrophobic, but it wasn't massive either. It wasn't freezing, or damp, but it wasn't very... cozy. 

Leo knocked on the wall. It wasn't bare bricks, but behind the eggshell paint he was a hundred percent sure he'd only encounter thick concrete.

The gaps between the iron bars (or... whatever metal they were made from) were too small to fit his butt through, much less his shell. 

O...kay. Very bad start. But he had this! He’d be out in five minutes tops. 

It was also super empty in here. Like, completely empty. There were all of two doors in the room. One was on his half of the basement, on the other side of the cell. Leo didn't waste a second to clamber up and—as stealthily as he could—sprint over, yanking it open. 

He almost cheered when it did, in fact, open! 

...Only to reveal a bathroom. 

A very small bathroom, with a toilet, and toilet paper, and a small bathtub. Weirdly fancy for a prison! And the type of sink that had a hose-thingy and you could unhook the faucet and make it into a shower head. And a mirror above the sink. And a bar of pastel orange soap. 

This reassured the discomfort in his gut only a little, but not a lot. Leo grimaced. 

“Aw man, my brothers are gonna kill me,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. Still trying to be quiet, lest he attract unwanted attention.

Well. He was already here in the bathroom sooo... Leo walked over and turned on the faucet, got some cold water streaming (oh good, there’s water), and cupped his hands to drink. At least he didn't have to worry about dehydration if he was really stuck in here.

It soothed his dry throat. It made the headache and the nausea ease up a little. Okay, nice. Getting out will be easier if he didn't feel like throwing up. 

He splashed his face with the cold water, and oh, great, his mask was missing too. 

“Okay, wake up Leon!” he lightly slapped his cheeks, watching the water swirl down the drain. “You don't have your ōdachi, but you're a certified Mad Dog! You beat Baron Draxum and THE Shredder!” he hyped himself up. Come oonnn! He was Leonardo... uhh... Splinterson! He was a one of a kind turtle mutant ninja! How cool is that?? Clearly, chance was on his side.

Even if he was having very little leeway so far.

Ugh, it was moments like this where he really wished his dad had taught them more of the ninja arts–

–Leo jerked back as he caught his reflection upon glancing up. 

Okay... What. The Fuck. Now that deserved some bad words.

What the fuck.

He stared, disturbed. 

Slowly reached up a hand, pressing it to... the... thing on his throat. 

Was that a... a collar??? 

Not like that stupid gag gift Donnie had given him, not like that collar. Not like a dog collar, either. Or– well– a little bit like that?

It was like... like some sort of Victorian style collar. Or something. Like a fancy corset but for his throat. A thick circlet of leather, with thinner frilly decoration coming out of the top and the bottom. It was beige with white lace. It had a little metal clip at the front, very much like a dog collar. 

Okay. Okay, this situation just went from concerning to “get out of here PRONTO”. He really hoped some human with an interest in exotic pets didn't get their hands on him. 

Leo tried yanking the freaky collar off. And then he yanked harder. This yielded precisely zero results. He turned it around and tried fiddling with the latch, except it was weird, and he couldn't figure out how to get it open.

Leo had to admit. He was starting to get just a little nervous. Only a tiny bit. Because he's the Face Man, the master of keeping it cool. 

Which is why he totally didn't startle upon hearing the telltale sounds of someone approaching. 

Leo slammed the bathroom door closed and then cursed himself for it. He was supposed to be stealthy!

...Well. To be fair. It's not like he really had anywhere to go. So hiding was never going to be the winning strat.

Okay, whatever.

He pressed the side of his face to the door, to listen. Luckily, he and his brothers have always had pretty good hearing. Leo’s wasn't as good as, say, Donnie or Raph’s, but it was still good.

It sounded like the person was... walking down a set of stairs. And then a jingle of keys. The turning and click of a lock. 

The second door in the basement had been across the iron bars, inaccessible to Leo. It now sounded heavy as it opened. And then clicked closed again. And—damn—once again the sound of a key in a lock.

“You’re awake earlier than expected,” a voice spoke. They sounded... they didn't sound hostile, or creepy. Their tone didn't stand out in any way at all, actually, except maybe for a very slight fancy accent, too mild for Leo to pinpoint it. There was no lisp, no cackle, nothin’. It wasn't particularly deep or high. It sounded male, but who’s Leo to assume? But he really couldn't infer much from it.

He gave up on being a smartass for a moment, because he needed to figure out how to navigate this. Especially if it's a human. 

“Didn't even give me the time to furnish this place a bit,” they said, and was that a twinge of humor in their voice??? “But I suppose this will be a learning curve for us both,” ...okay, what is this guy talking about.

They sounded so... normal. Not at all like a creep or a jailer or a millionaire or a government agent. It was jarring. Maybe this was just... a, a misunderstanding...? Leo tried to recall what he remembered last.

It was... he and his brothers were in the Hidden City... which was still SUCH a crazy thing to think about. And so new! They were only just starting to get used to going there, every now and then. 

So they’d been exploring. They’d split up to do their own thing—he wanted to go enjoy a fancy spa place—and... uh... he couldn't because... and then...

...Yeeahh thhaaat’s about where Leo lost the thread. He must've been knocked out or something. 

Maybe he portaled here accidentally. And his sword got portal-jacked again. After... acquiring a weird collar that couldn't be removed. And losing his clothes. 

...Yikes.

Maybe he could talk this out with the stranger who was surely a reasonable person, and Leo could walk out of here and go home, and they could all laugh about it tomorrow and forget about it the day after! Yeesh. His brothers would never stop reminding him about this. Leo chuckled quietly. He'd have to bribe them or something.

“You know there isn't really anywhere for you to hide, right? Come on, come out and meet me proper,” they beckoned, not hostile.

Leo took a breath, and relaxed himself. Okay, here goes. Go and face, Face Man.

He opened the bathroom door and walked out. 

On the other side of the iron bars stood a mutant. Or– wait, maybe they were yōkai? They were... what was it called... oh, right, a fennec fox. Fitting for the animal, they weren't very tall. Leo may be just fifteen, but he was pretty sure he had two or three inches on ‘em. They had those aesthetic thin-wired round glasses and a sweater vest on. A light brown, pleasantly matched with the color of their fur. All in all, a very normal guy, just standing with his hands halfway tucked into his pant pockets. 

Except for the neutral, kinda sly looking grin that sort of reminded Leo of Big Mama, but hey, who was he to judge? Leo himself had been punched more than once for his smarmy smirk.

“Heeyyy mi amigo! Bud, pal,” Leo approached the iron bars confidently, clasping his hands together. “Real weird situation we've found ourselves in, huh?” he commented like it was about the weather. “You know how to open these things? Yeah, so, you do that, and I will just walk out, and we can both go our merry way and pretend like this never happened. Sound good?” 

The stranger chortled. Leo smiled, hopeful that the next words out of their mouth were going to be yeah, let me get right on that. 

Instead,

“That's the attitude I like to see,” they said, looking satisfied. Or maybe glad. Or... pleased. 

“Hah, yeah, I’m a real treat to have,” Leo rolled easily onwards, “Ssoooo about those bars...” 

The stranger sighed, still amused but like they were done with introductions now and could get on with the business meeting.

“You’re adorable,” they were smiling, “now heel, kappa,”

Leo blinked.

“...Heal...?” he echoed, not quite sure what the guy was asking of him. “Heal what, you got a sprained wrist or something–?” 

“Heel. H-E-E-L. You are literate, right?” the fennec fox raised his eyebrows. His eyes weren't black and shapeless like an actual fennec fox—they were a strong hazel color. Red, really. Piercing. 

“Uh, yeah, I guess? What does that have to do with anything?” Leo scratched his head. 

“I’ll be lenient with you for now, considering we're only starting,” he said calmly, still with that same grin. “But this is try number three: Heel.” 

“I... don't–” 

–The yōkai raised his hand and there was a shock–

“–understaAAA–” 

Just like that Leo’s vision whited out.

In the span of less than a second, his entire body started spasming, muscles and nerves contracting and screaming– no, he was the one that screamed, as a full body electroshock slammed into him with the force of the Turtle Tank, and it didn't stop–

Within less than a second Leo was shrieking, mind blank and unable to even comprehend the physical assault that was everywhere, and he could barely even claw at his throat with the intensity of it, because it felt like that's where the sudden agony–

How strong was this– what is happening?!

He collapsed to his knees, unable to even hear his own screaming as an unfiltered WRONG sensation burn every part of him–

He collapsed to the floor, choking and unable to breathe and unable to think–

His body spasmed and convulsed–

And just as suddenly as it began, it ended. 

Leaving him hunched over on the ground, choking on his own copper-tasting spit and gasping for breath, ragged and desperate. Shivering from head to toe, burning. Hot and cold waves, his vision swimming. It felt like pins and needles jamming into every inch of his body again and again and again; no, it felt like– like an old TV, that very specific flickery-wavering effect. Noise and static. Leo felt like he’d just been doused in boiling water for a few seconds, like, like he’d been tazed or something. Everything was vibrating and too much and hurting.

“What the fuck–” he gasped, still incomprehending of the situation. Too hot under his skin. 

“I told you to heel,” the fennec fox man said calmly, lighthearted, now standing above Leo. Because Leo had collapsed. After that– that– “Rule one—you will obey all commands, without question. Sound good?” he said all smart and cheeky.

“What the fuck,” Leo simply repeated, shaking, eyes flicking to look at the stranger. He– he was still smiling in that same way. He–

He–

...He did this, didn't he? He’d done that. On purpose. The fox guy did that on purpose. 

“You,” Leo leveled him, “are a weird little man,” he declared. 

The man tsked, and grinned. “Rule two—respect your new owner, kappa. That’s me,” he clarified, cheeky.

“You’ve got some wires cro–”  

–Leo’s breath was stolen as the fox raised his hand and another shock freaking wrecked through his body, immediately locking his muscles in tension, wrenching more screaming from his throat as it dragged out– 

He barely heard the man speak up over the burning, he barely processed–

“Apologize,” said calmly, with authority, as Leo shrieked and writhed with the voltage, how strong it was, this intensity of electricity could hospitalize a person–!

There was obstinance. There was pride. There was dignity. 

It took all those about three seconds each to buckle under the assault on his body, unceasing and painful painful painful make it stop–

“You know, I’d be very sad to kill you before I've had you for even just a day,” the fennec fox remarked, each word taking longer and longer to stick in Leo’s brain, preoccupied as it was with “PAIN PAIN PAIN HURTING DYING THIS IS AWFUL MAKE IT STOP”, but eventually, eventually–

–I don't want to die, a desperate animal instinct inside him roared. 

“STOP, STOP, MAKE IT STOP PLEASE–” Leo cried, teeth buzzing, digging his feet and digging his hands and convulsing.

“That's not what I asked for, kappa,” the fox said kindly.

When Leo swallowed obstinance and pride and dignity, it tasted like copper and electricity and it was still going it was still going–

“I’MSORRYI’MSORRYI’MSORRY–” he shrieked with growing desperation because the torture wasn't stopping– 

And then it did, just like that. 

Leo was left on the basement floor, gasping static, eyesight blurry and sparking. Body trembling and occasionally spasming like there was leftover electric energy inside it. 

Everything. Hurt. Everything was sore, his nerves felt burnt out, frayed. Hands and knees and forehead rested on cold floor, feeling his heartbeat in his fingertips. Leo dreamed of submerging his entire body into burn cream, just for a small chance at soothing the scalding over all of his skin. 

It wasn’t just his throat, even though that's where it seemed the electricity came from. It was, inexplicably, everywhere. 

This was nothing like Donnie’s gag gift. That thing had been barely a buzz.

This was actual, genuine torment. 

“Good boy,” the fennec fox cooed, and if Leo wasn't lying on the floor right now, he might've thrown up at it. 

“You are seriously sick,” Leo said, hoarse, fists clenched, he couldn't stop trembling. He felt like he was physically and mentally short-circuiting. “What– this, this–” he gasped, “I don't know if it’s a shock to you, but this is against basic human rights–” 

The stranger tsked again. “You are difficult to discipline, aren't you?” he grinned, and his fangs weren't large but they were sharp all the same, “But that’s what I was hoping for, I do love a good project! Now, let's try again—this time, I want you to apologize, and repeat what rule you disobeyed, mkay?” 

“You–”

And the fennec fox yōkai raised his hand.

And Leo’s blood-curdling screams filled the small space yet again.

II.

Leo met this yōkai man barely a few minutes ago, and it was already one of the worst first impressions anyone has ever made, in his humble opinion. Abhorrent presentation.

And he was yōkai, because it was only ever yōkai that called them “kappa”, always assuming they were yōkai too. 

Anyway.

Leo got the memo quick, and bit his tongue to shut the hell up because he did not want a lobotomy via electrocution at the ripe old age of fifteen. 

His mouth tasted like blood. This was actually because he’d accidentally bitten his tongue two minutes ago, whilst, y'know, being violently electroshocked. 

It hurt.

Everything hurt. It hurt like he got a week-long non-stop beatdown. It was like a migraine, but for his entire body. It hurt worse than anything ever. 

Everything was swimming and every little movement sent a spike of pain. His muscles and nerves were exhausted, entirely burned out in a vibrating sort of way. Leo was so close to hurling. He was sucking in shallow breaths, on the floor.

“Did you get it all out of your system?” the fennec fox asked. What a condescending jerk. Leo wanted to snark back at him. Leo wanted to spit in his face. Leo wanted to kick his ass and run out of here and go home. 

Leo swallowed down all of that. Leo didn't do any of those things because Leo wanted to live.

His brothers were looking for him, zero doubt about that. And they were going to find him, they were. And– and Leo needed to be alive for that. Electrocution could get real dangerous real quick and easy.

Or he would escape before they even realized he's gone! There had to be a way to get out of here, for sure. He was going to find a way out of here.

But he needed to be alive for that.

Trembling, on the floor, Leo—for once in his life—didn’t talk back. It only took, what, three torturing electroshocks? 

“Well?” the fennec fox prompted.

Leo swallowed, and swallowed again. His throat hurt, and he wanted water.

Hhnh. With the ridiculous strength of the shocks, Leo could have a heart attack right here, right now. And he promised April to hang out! Boy was his heart pounding.

“I’m s– I’m sow–” he gagged, “I-I’m eigugh– I’m sorry,” he forced out, even if it audibly tasted gross in his mouth.

“And?”

What else was it that he wanted–? 

...Oh. Right. 

Leo ground his teeth together. He hated the way the yōkai was still standing above him. And could he just say this—it made him feel actually naked (as opposed to the regular turtle-naked) with how the fox was fully clothed. 

Whatever. Leo isn't ashamed of himself! Embrace the turtle!

He forced himself to put a hand on the floor. He forced himself to push himself up, just a little. Just so he wasn't completely laying down at the guy's feet. Eugh.

His skin all felt hot and gross on the outside. Shame made his insides match, curling like a fat maggot. 

“I... disrespected... you,” Leo made it known through his tone how displeased he was about this. “Which, for the record–”

“And?”

“And? ...And– didn't... do what... you told me,” he grumbled, scratching his head. “And may I just say, I am not–” 

“That's right, good boy,” the yōkai praised, and okay, that was creepy. High levels of creepazoid. Someone call the Creep Cops.

...Which... Leo supposed were just the regular cops.

“Well! Now that we got that out of the way,” the man clasped his hands together. “Introductions. My name is Zerda Vulpes, my friends call me Fin–” 

“Fin the Fennec Fox,” Leo chuckled. What a stupid name. “How’s your best friend Jake, Fin the Fo–” 

He yelped with the slap of another shock. He caught himself almost feeling relieved when this time it was brief, momentary, though no less painful. Just a sudden tightening of all his muscles all at once.

He slammed his fist into the ground, teeth grinding. He was starting to really hate this.

“Respect, kappa,” Fin reminded, again, not unkindly, and his whole demeanor was really giving Leo whiplash. “As I was saying. You won't be calling me that. To you, I am commander, I am master, I am sir. Understood?”

Leo glared at him. This guy was so cringe. Get on Roblox so I can bully you, loser–

Fin raised his hand and–

Y'know, Leo wanted to tough it out. He was a tough guy! Him and his brothers fought mutants weekly, just ‘cause they wanted to! Again, they’d beaten Baron Draxum and Shredder! Leo himself was the best of the best, longest Lair Games streak out of anyone!

They've always been tough. Tough shells, tough scales, tough minds. To them, street brawls were like going to a martial arts class—just an activity, a hobby, normal, casual, never considered danger even on the off chance it left them a bit bruised up. 

Leo was able to tough this out, if he really wanted to. If, for example, his brothers’ lives were on the line, he would tough it out.

But. 

Fin the Fuckface Fox raised his hand, and Leo’s stomach swooped and– “Nonono, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Leo pushed out before he could catch himself. Palms raised placatingly, trying to get the yōkai to just be reasonable, to see that there was no need for this.

Fin—because Leo was not gonna call him any of those other ones in his head—paused. “I’m sorryyyy...?” he trailed off expectantly. Like he was speaking to a dumb kid instead of Leonardo.

Leo felt... humiliated. He caught himself feeling relieved that he was alone here—that nobody would watch him... go through this.

This was surreal. This didn't happen to real people in the real world! This didn't happen to people like Leo! It was bizarre, and it was ridiculous. And Leo wanted it to be over already.

Despite his wishes, here he remained. Fin kept watching him and Leo remained trembling on the ground like a beaten dog, sore and embarrassed.

“I’m... sorry... sir,” he forced out, looking away, hiding his face with a hand, and hating it. This was embarrassing. It was embarrassing. His brothers would piss themselves laughing if they saw this. Leo could never, ever tell anyone anything about any of this. He was taking this to his grave. 

“Good turtle,” awful, awful, awful, stop calling him that. “Now. What’s your name?” 

Leo didn't want this freakazoid to know his name. He was actually gonna barf if he heard his beautiful awesome name from this guy’s mouth, so he said the first thing he could think of: “J– uh, Jimmmmmson. Jimson,” 

Fin raised his hand and fear sparked through Leo, and immediately he screamed with the shock that followed.

He slammed his fist into the ground, irritated and frustrated and wanting to just kick and yell. It felt like all his nerves were exposed, his face hot and buzzing. Was this overstimulation?

“What was that one for?!” Leo yelled, voice almost cracking. 

“Just asserting. That is no longer your name,” Fin said casually, and it was so ridiculous Leo almost laughed, because it wasn't his name in the first place. 

“Oh yeah?” he wanted to snark, oh yeah? So what is it? Franklin the Turtle? We going to match, buddy?

“And don't question me, mkay? No talking back. I won't punish you now—like I said, I’ll go easy on you in the beginning—but I will in the future,” Fin continued, and Leo seriously felt like he was in the weirdo alternate dimension. Everything about this man and this scenario was insane.

Punish. What is he, a two year old? A dog?? This man is insane.

“So, I think you'd like some context, huh?” Fin spoke like anything about this was normal. “Well. To make a long story short, when Baron Draxum went haywire, rumors spread about his project for mutant soldiers. I was lucky to be around at the time! And I’m in need of a new bodyguard and wanted a new pet, so when I saw– ah, well, you get the jist,” no no, back up saw what–? “We just need to break you in. House train you, y'know?” 

Leo stared at this man. Speaking like– like–

What in the flippity fuck has Leo been dragged into? Was the guy dropping exposition on him??? How was he perceiving this scene, because Leo was NOT seeing the same!

“So– so you–” just kidnapped me?! Leo started, and then the words choked in his throat. 

(And don't question me, mkay? No talking back.)

He didn't want to receive another shock. Everything hurt and it all felt too much. 

“R... right,” Leo just nodded lamely. 

Fin smiled. “Great. Well, welcome to your new home. I know it's looking quite drab right now, but if you're good, we'll get it decorated,” he explained. “Are you hungry?” 

Leo couldn't tell, past the nausea.

“I... No, I– I think,” Leo answered, because he just wasn't sure what else he could do. And at the fox’s look, he belatedly added “Uh, sir,” with a grimace. Eugh.

“Good. See, you're already learning so well,” the fox delighted. “Well, I’ll bring you food later, mkay? And we’ll chat more. Now, feel free to rest up a bit, this was very jarring to you, I'm sure. I really hate to run you ragged like that, but asserting strict and clear discipline from the get-go can yield very good results and fast,” 

Leo was just gaping at the man from the floor, at this point. He would call the yōkai delusional, if it wasn't an insult to people with genuine mental health struggles. This man was just... messed up.

“The faster we get you to behave, the more pleasant for both of us, right?” Fin grinned, turning to walk to the door that, presumably, led to the outside world. He pulled out a keyring with a few keys on it. Unlocked the door, and pulled it open. Leo watched the process carefully. “See you later, little kappa!” he waved to Leo, still cheery. 

The door, heavy, closed with a click. The key turned inside the lock again.

The sound of footsteps retreating upstairs.

Leo, still on the ground, slowly exhaled. With Fin finally out of the room, a bit of tension leaked away. 

Leo's body was exhausted. Everything was sore, making him hiss and puff as he pushed himself up. Barely managed to stumble to the mattress, half collapsing against the wall. He wondered if he did need to be hospitalized. Double-hospitalized maybe, with how bad he felt. His thoughts were swimming and his head hurt. Bad.

Nausea rolled through him, and Leo considered changing his trajectory towards the bathroom at the other end of his... cell. It really was a cell, jeez.

But he might have to save all the food he could. He did not trust Fin’s promise to bring him some grub. 

So Leo, shaking, in pain, and—more than anything—humiliated and baffled, just collapsed on the mattress. 

It should've been harder to fall asleep. 

[thefooloutboy]

all the things wrong with lestat de lioncourt according to the dsm-v and psychological theories

In this post, I, a psychologist, will psychoanalyze and diagnose Lestat de Lioncourt, a well-known vampire in gothic literature.

Part I: DSM-V Diagnosis

1.0 Neurodevelopmental Disorders

1.1 Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD):

ADHD is a persistent pattern of inattention and/or hyperactivity-impulsivity that interferes with functioning or development.

Lestat displays 5 symptoms out of 9 for inattention: 

Often has difficulty sustaining attention in tasks: He can’t read.

Often does not follow through on instructions and fails to finish schoolwork, chores, or duties in the workplace: He does not ever follow instructions.

Often has difficulty organizing tasks and activities: He fails to keep his house and belongings organized.

Often avoids, dislikes, or is reluctant to engage in tasks that require sustained mental effort.

Is often forgetful in daily activities: He’s bad with doing chores and running errands.

Lestat displays 5 symptoms out of 9 for hyperactivity and impulsivity:

Often unable to play or engage in leisure activities quietly: He’s always making noises.

Is often “on the go,” acting as if “driven by a motor”: He is usually unable to be still for extended time.

Often talks excessively: He is a yapper.

Often blurts out an answer before a question has been completed: He completes people’s sentences and he cannot wait for his turn in conversation.

Often interrupts or intrudes on others: He butts into conversations and he intrudes into or takes over what others are doing.

To be diagnosed with ADHD, one must display at least 10 symptoms out of 18. Therefore, Lestat can be diagnosed with ADHD.

2.0 Schizophrenia Spectrum and Other Psychotic Disorders

2.1 Delusional Disorder:

Delusional Disorder is characterized by the presence of one (or more) delusions with a duration of 1 month or longer. Lestat’s disorder is the Mixed type, meaning that not one single type of delusion predominates, but there’s a mixture. His disorder includes:

Grandiose type: Belief that one is famous, omnipotent, wealthy, or otherwise very powerful: At the end of S2.E8, we see Lestat practicing piano with a block of wood and thinking he’s going on tour.

Jealous type: Belief that their spouse or lover is unfaithful: He constantly watches Louis to see if he will cheat on him or not.

Persecutory type: Belief that they are being conspired against: In S1.E7, we see Lestat thinking Louis and Claudia are conspiring something against him and he makes Antoinette spy on them. (In the persecutory type, it does not matter if the person is actually being conspired against, it’s the obsession that counts.)

2.2 Schizoaffective Disorder:

Schizoaffective Disorder is characterized by an uninterrupted period of illness during which there is a major mood episode (major depressive or manic) concurrent with at least 2 criteria out of 5 of schizophrenia.

Lestat displays 2 symptoms of schizophrenia (A):

Delusions (mentioned above)

Hallucinations: He is haunted by Claudia.

Lestat also displays the main symptom of a major mood episode, which is depressed mood. We can see his depression and the symptoms of his schizoaffective disorder (delusions, hallucinations, and depressed mood) portrayed in several episodes, but mainly S2.E8.

3.0 Bipolar and Related Disorders

3.1 Bipolar I Disorder:

For a diagnosis of bipolar I disorder, it is necessary to meet the following criteria for a manic episode. Lestat displays 5 symptoms out of 7 for a manic episode in S2.E7:

Inflated self-esteem or grandiosity.

More talkative than usual or pressure to keep talking.

Distractibility (attention too easily drawn to irrelevant external stimuli).

Increase in goal-directed activity.

Excessive involvement in activities that have a high potential for painful consequences.

The trial is followed with a depressive episode on his side, therefore, he displays the two distinct ends of Bipolar I: manic episode followed by a depressive episode. Lestat, according to this, can be diagnosed with Bipolar I Disorder.

4.0 Depressive Disorders

4.1 Disruptive Mood Dysregulation Disorder:

Disruptive Mood Dysregulation Disorder is characterized by severe recurrent temper outbursts manifested verbally (e.g., verbal rages) and/or behaviorally (e.g., physical aggression toward people or property) that are grossly out of proportion in intensity or duration to the situation or provocation. 

In many episodes, we can see Lestat being verbally and physically aggressive towards Claudia and Louis, let alone many others that he later kills. In the DSM-V, it is concluded that Disruptive Mood Dysregulation Disorder and Bipolar I Disorder cannot coexist, so it is not safe to say Lestat 100% have this disorder, but I thought it was worth mentioning as he displays the symptoms for it.

4.2 Persistent Depressive Disorder (Dysthymia):

Dysthymia is characterized by a depressed mood for most of the day, for more days than not, as indicated by either subjective account or observation by others, for at least 2 years.

Lestat displays 4 symptoms out of 6 for Dysthymia in S2.E8 and later in the song Long Face:

Poor appetite or overeating: ‘I'll get fatter when we break up.’ In this lyric, he mentions how he overeats (or rather overdrains people).

Low self-esteem.

Poor concentration or difficulty making decisions.

Feelings of hopelessness.

In the DSM-V, it is stated that there has not been a manic or hypomanic episode during the period of Dysthymia, which we cannot be sure if that is the case with Lestat, as I diagnosed him with Bipolar I earlier. However, S2.E8 and the Vampire Lestat era happens well after S2.E7, so we can assume that he had not had a manic episode and his mood disorder turned into Dysthymia.

5.0 Anxiety Disorders

5.1 Separation Anxiety Disorder:

Separation Anxiety Disorder is characterized by developmentally inappropriate and excessive fear or anxiety concerning separation from those to whom the individual is attached.

Lestat displays at least 4 symptoms out of 8 for Separation Anxiety Disorder:

Recurrent excessive distress when anticipating or experiencing separation from home or from major attachment figures: He constantly tries to make Louis stay because he is scared of him leaving.

Persistent and excessive worry about losing major attachment figures or about possible harm to them, such as illness, injury, disasters, or death: ‘Did you hurt yourself?’

Persistent reluctance or refusal to sleep away from home or to go to sleep without being near a major attachment figure.

Persistent and excessive fear of or reluctance about being alone or without major attachment figures at home or in other settings: He tries to win Louis back because he is scared of being without him.

Therefore, it is possible to say Lestat can be diagnosed with Separation Anxiety Disorder, as he himself mentions how he does not like being left behind.

6.0 Obsessive-Compulsive and Related Disorders

6.1 Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD):

OCD is the presence of obsessions, compulsions, or both.

Lestat displays 2 symptoms out of 2 for obsessions:

Recurrent and persistent thoughts, urges, or images that are experienced, at some time during the disturbance, as intrusive and unwanted, and that in most individuals cause marked anxiety or distress: In S2.E8, he mentions his recurrent thoughts about Claudia and how he cannot get over it.

The individual attempts to ignore or suppress such thoughts, urges, or images, or to neutralize them with some other thought or action.

Lestat also displays symptoms out of 2 for compulsions:

Repetitive behaviors that the individual feels driven to perform in response to an obsession or according to rules that must be applied rigidly: He plays the piano as he did with Claudia to get rid of the obsession.

The behaviors or mental acts are aimed at preventing or reducing anxiety or distress.

To be diagnosed with OCD, any of these 4 symptoms is necessary, and Lestat, arguably, displays all of them, so he is diagnosed with OCD by me.

7.0 Trauma- and Stressor-Related Disorders

7.1 Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD):

PTSD is a disorder that develops in some people who have experienced a shocking, scary, or dangerous event. There are several criteria to be diagnosed with it.

Lestat displays 3 symptoms out of 4 for exposure to actual or threatened death, and serious injury:

Directly experiencing the traumatic event: Claudia and Louis attempted to kill him.

Witnessing, in person, the event as it occurred to others: He was there to watch the Trial and he witnessed Claudia dying.

Learning that the traumatic event occurred to a close family member or close friend: He learned that Louis tried to harm himself.

Lestat displays 4 symptoms out of 5 for presence of  intrusion symptoms associated with the traumatic event:

Recurrent, involuntary, and intrusive distressing memories of the traumatic event: He cannot get the death of Claudia out of his mind. He also still thinks about Louis harming himself.

Dissociative reactions (e.g., flashbacks) in which the individual feels or acts as if the traumatic event were recurring.

Intense or prolonged psychological distress at exposure to internal or external cues that symbolize or resemble an aspect of the traumatic event.

Marked physiological reactions to internal or external cues that symbolize or resemble an aspect of the traumatic event.

Lestat’s PTSD is multifaceted, as there have been several different traumatic events that had shocked him and endangered him (e.g., Magnus, the Trial, S1.E7, the death of Nicki). According to Sam Reid, Claudia will haunt Lestat in S3, so we will see more of his reactions to his PTSD.

8.0 Feeding and Eating Disorders

8.1 Pica:

Pica is characterized by persistent eating of nonnutritive, nonfood substances over a period of at least 1 month. Which is, pretty much, seen in every vampire. It does not take a psychologist to diagnose vampires with Pica. They are Pica.

8.2 Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder:

ARFID is characterized by an eating or feeding disturbance as manifested by the person avoiding certain foods. As can be seen in many episodes, Lestat constantly judges Louis for feeding only from animals instead of humans. Lestat prefers human blood only, making him a restrictive food intaker.

8.3 Binge Eating Disorder:

Binge Eating Disorder is characterized by recurrent episodes of binge eating.

Lestat displays 2 out of 2 symptoms for an episode of binge eating:

Eating, in a discrete period of time, an amount of food that is definitely larger than what most people would eat in a similar period of time under similar circumstances.

A sense of lack of control over eating during the episode.

In the song ‘Long Face’, Lestat talks about binge feeding after a breakup in which he eventually gains weight from the amount of blood he consumes. Do vampires get overweight? I don’t know, but that’s what he says, so I diagnose him with Binge Eating Disorder.

9.0 Disruptive, Impulse-Control, and Conduct Disorders

9.1 Oppositional Defiant Disorder:

Oppositional Defiant Disorder is a  pattern of angry/irritable mood, argumentative/defiant behavior, or vindictiveness lasting at least 6 months.

Lestat displays 6 symptoms out of 8 for Oppositional Defiant Disorder:

Often loses temper: e.g. when playing chess with Claudia, when Claudia came back and he beat up Louis.

Is often touchy or easily annoyed.

Is often angry and resentful.

Often deliberately annoys others.

Often blames others for his or her mistakes or misbehavior.

Has been spiteful or vindictive at least twice within the past 6 months.

Therefore, it can be easily said that Lestat is not a bad person, he is just mentally ill.

9.2 Intermittent Explosive Disorder:

Intermittent Explosive Disorder is characterized by recurrent behavioral outbursts representing a failure to control aggressive impulses.

Lestat displays 2 symptoms out of 2 for failure to control aggressive impulses:

Verbal aggression or physical aggression toward property, animals, or other individuals: Going crazy after losing in chess, choking Claudia, beating up Louis.

Three behavioral outbursts involving damage or destruction of property and/or physical assault involving physical injury against animals or other individuals occurring within a 12-month period: It possibly happens more for Lestat.

10.0 Personality Disorders

10.1 Borderline Personality Disorder:

BPD is a pervasive pattern of instability of interpersonal relationships, self-image, and affects, and marked impulsivity, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts.

Lestat displays 7 symptoms out of 9 for Borderline Personality Disorder:

Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment: He does everything in order to keep Louis.

A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.

Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.

Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging: Cheating on partners, money spending, substance abuse can be seen in Lestat.

Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood.

Chronic feelings of emptiness.

Inappropriate, intense anger or difficulty controlling anger (as mentioned in Disruptive & Impulse-Control Disorders).

As guessed by many people, BPD is the disorder that Lestat relates to the most. He obviously displays a lot of symptoms of it and therefore easily can be diagnosed with it by any professional.

10.2 Histrionic Personality Disorder:

Histrionic Personality Disorder is characterized by a pervasive pattern of excessive emotionality and attention seeking, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts.

Lestat displays 6 symptoms out of 8 for Histrionic Personality Disorder:

Is uncomfortable in situations in which he or she is not the center of attention.

Interaction with others is often characterized by inappropriate sexually seductive or provocative behavior.

Displays rapidly shifting and shallow expression of emotions.

Consistently uses physical appearance to draw attention to self.

Shows self-dramatization, theatricality, and exaggerated expression of emotion.

Considers relationships to be more intimate than they actually are.

Lestat can easily be seen as ‘the life of the party’ and if he is not the center of the attention, you best believe he will do something about it. He displays enough symptoms to be diagnosed with HPD.

11.0 Paraphilic Disorders

11.1 Voyeuristic Disorder:

Voyeuristic Disorder is characterized by recurrent and intense sexual arousal from observing an unsuspecting person who is naked, in the process of disrobing, or engaging in sexual activity, as manifested by fantasies, urges, or behaviors. 

In S1.E1 we see that Lestat likes watching Louis having sex with another woman. Louis asks Lestat, ‘That’s your thing? You like to watch?’.

11.2 Sexual Masochism Disorder:

Sexual Masochism is recurrent and intense sexual arousal from the act of being humiliated, beaten, bound, or otherwise made to suffer, as manifested by fantasies, urges, or behaviors.

When Dreamstat comes back to Louis, there is a scene in which Lestat provokes Louis by saying ‘Kill me again.’, and he laughs as Louis hits him, chokes him, and although that is Louis’ dream of Lestat, I think it’s safe to say Lestat had enjoyed that kind of behavior before. When Louis takes Lestat back, we also see how beaten up Lestat is, and it happens after they have sex.

Part II: Psychological Theories

1.0 Social Exchange Theory:

Social Exchange Theory is a concept based on the idea that social behavior is the result of an exchange process. According to this theory, people weigh the potential benefits and risks of their social relationships. When the risks outweigh the rewards, they will terminate or abandon the relationship. The purpose of this exchange is to maximize benefits and minimize costs.

Lestat lives his life by this theory. He is often driven by his desires and passions. He craves companionship and love but also seeks dominance and control over others. 

Costs:

Emotional Turmoil: Lestat's intense relationships often lead to emotional conflicts and suffering, both for him and his companions.

Risk of Rejection: His desire for deep connections makes him vulnerable to rejection and betrayal, as seen with Louis.

Loneliness: Despite seeking companionship, Lestat frequently finds himself isolated due to his nature and actions.

Rewards:

Companionship: Lestat values the presence of others, particularly those who can understand his nature and share his experiences.

Power and Control: He often derives satisfaction from having power over others, which boosts his sense of significance and dominance.

Excitement and Adventure: Lestat’s relationships often bring new experiences and adventures, which he craves as part of his rebellious spirit.

His interactions are driven by the pursuit of rewards such as companionship, power, and adventure, while also dealing with the costs of emotional turmoil, conflict, and isolation.

2.0 Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs:

This psychological theory posits that human motivations are structured in a hierarchy, ranging from basic physiological needs to self-actualization. Lestat’s actions and motivations often reflect his quest to fulfill these needs, from the basic physiological requirement for blood to his pursuit of self-actualization through personal growth and creative expression.

Needs:

Physiological: 

Vampiric Thirst: As a vampire, Lestat's primary physiological need is the consumption of blood. This need drives many of his actions, ensuring his survival.

Immortality: Unlike humans, Lestat doesn't need food, water, or shelter in the traditional sense. His physiological need is centered around obtaining blood and ensuring his physical survival as an immortal being.

Safety: 

Physical Safety: Lestat seeks to protect himself from threats, both from humans and other vampires. This includes avoiding vampire hunters and rival vampires who may wish to harm him.

Existential Safety: Lestat grapples with the existential nature of his immortality and seeks to find stability in his long existence. This often involves creating and maintaining secure environments where he can exist without threat.

Love and Belongingness:

Companionship: Lestat's relationships with Louis, Claudia, and others highlight his deep need for companionship and belonging. Despite his often domineering nature, Lestat craves intimate connections.

Vampire Family: His creation of a vampire family with Louis and Claudia is an attempt to fulfill his need for love and belonging. He seeks to create a close-knit group that can understand and share his experiences.

Esteem:

Respect and Recognition: Lestat desires recognition and respect from both humans and vampires. His flamboyant and rebellious behavior often serves as a way to assert his presence and command attention.

Self-Esteem: Lestat struggles with his self-esteem, oscillating between grandiosity and self-doubt. He seeks validation through his actions and the admiration of others.

Self Actualization:

Personal Growth: Lestat's journey throughout the series is marked by his pursuit of knowledge, self-discovery, and personal growth. He constantly seeks to understand his place in the world and the meaning of his existence.

Art and Music: Lestat's involvement in the arts, particularly his passion for music, is an expression of his self-actualization. These creative pursuits allow him to explore and express his individuality and inner world.

Transcendence: At times, Lestat seeks experiences that go beyond his own existence, exploring the metaphysical and spiritual aspects of being a vampire. This includes his encounters with ancient vampires and other supernatural beings.

3.0 The Myers-Briggs Test (MBTI):

The MBTI categorizes personalities into 16 types based on four dichotomies:

Extraversion (E) vs. Introversion (I)

Extraversion (E): Lestat is highly extraverted. He thrives on interaction with others and seeks out social engagement, whether with humans or other vampires. He loves being the center of attention, often drawing others to him with his charm and charisma.

Sensing (S) vs. Intuition (N)

Intuition (N): Lestat is intuitive, often looking beyond the surface to understand deeper meanings and possibilities. He is driven by his curiosity and desire for new experiences and knowledge.

Thinking (T) vs. Feeling (F)

Feeling (F): Although Lestat can be calculating and strategic, his decisions are often influenced by his emotions and personal values. He experiences intense emotions and is deeply affected by his relationships and experiences.

Judging (J) vs. Perceiving (P)

Perceiving (P): Lestat is spontaneous, adaptable, and often prefers to keep his options open. He is not one for strict plans or routines and enjoys the freedom to explore and act on impulse.

Lestat's personality aligns well with the ENFP type in the Myers-Briggs framework. His extraversion, intuition, emotional depth, and spontaneous nature define his character and drive his actions.

4.0 Freud’s Ego Psychology:

Freud's model of the psyche is composed of three main elements: the Id, the Ego, and the Superego. Each of these components plays a critical role in shaping an individual's actions and interactions. Through this psychology, Lestat can be understood as a dynamic interplay between his Id-driven desires, his Ego's attempts to navigate reality, and his Superego's moral contemplations.

The Id:

Desires and Instincts: Lestat's Id is strongly represented by his vampiric desires and instincts. His need for blood, thrill-seeking behavior, and hedonistic pursuits are driven by the Id's demand for immediate gratification. Lestat’s frequent indulgence in bloodlust, his desire for power, and his pursuit of pleasure without concern for consequences highlight his Id-driven actions. His transformation into a vampire amplifies these primal desires.

The Ego:

Reality Principle: Lestat’s Ego attempts to balance his powerful Id with the demands of reality. This is evident in his strategic thinking and ability to navigate the complexities of human and vampire societies. Lestat's efforts to create a successful career as a rock star and his ability to form and maintain complex relationships (despite their tumultuous nature) demonstrate his Ego at work. He often calculates his actions to achieve his desires while managing external realities.

The Superego:

Moral Conscience: Lestat’s Superego is less dominant than his Id, but it is still present. His reflections on morality, guilt, and his existential musings show the influence of his Superego. Lestat's internal conflicts and occasional guilt over his actions indicate the presence of his Superego. His moments of introspection, particularly when he questions the morality of his vampiric existence, highlight this aspect of his psyche.

Lestat experiences significant internal conflicts between his Id, Ego, and Superego. His hedonistic desires often clash with his moments of moral contemplation and the need to adapt to reality. He often projects his own desires and frustrations onto others, such as Louis and Claudia. His complex relationships involve elements of transference, where he relives past traumas and desires through his interactions with them.

5.0 Jung’s Archetypes:

Jung's theory of archetypes suggests that there are universal, archaic symbols and images that derive from the collective unconscious. These archetypes manifest in literature and myths, often embodying fundamental human experiences and traits.

The Self:

Integration and Wholeness: Throughout the series, Lestat's journey can be seen as a quest for integration and self-understanding. He seeks to reconcile his various aspects and achieve a sense of wholeness.

The Shadow:

Dark Aspects: Lestat's Shadow includes his violent tendencies, selfish desires, and the darker aspects of his vampiric nature. He often grapples with these parts of himself, leading to internal conflict and moral ambiguity.

The Anima:

Feminine Qualities: Lestat's Anima is reflected in his deep emotional connections and his capacity for empathy and love, despite his often ruthless behavior. His relationships with Louis and Claudia reveal his nurturing and protective sides.

The Persona:

Public Face: Lestat's Persona is highly cultivated, presenting himself as charismatic, charming, and flamboyant. He is a performer both literally (as a rock star) and metaphorically, often masking his deeper, more troubled self.

The Hero:

Quest and Challenges: Lestat embodies the Hero archetype through his constant quest for meaning, adventure, and self-discovery. He faces numerous challenges and often acts as a catalyst for change in the vampire world.

The Trickster:

Mischief and Chaos: Lestat often plays the role of the Trickster, causing disruption and challenging societal norms. His rebellious nature and tendency to create chaos reflect this archetype.

His public Persona, the dark Shadow, the nurturing Anima, the heroic quest, the Trickster's chaos, and the journey towards the Self all contribute to his multifaceted character.

6.0 Attachment Theory:

Attachment theory, developed by John Bowlby and later expanded by Mary Ainsworth, examines how early relationships with caregivers shape an individual's patterns of attachment and behavior in later relationships.

Lestat's early life as a human was marked by complex relationships with his family, particularly his mother, Gabrielle. His father was neglectful and abusive, while his mother was more supportive but distant due to her own struggles. These early experiences likely influenced Lestat's attachment style, contributing to his complex and often tumultuous relationships later in life.

Disorganized Attachment: Lestat exhibits traits of disorganized attachment, characterized by a mix of anxious and avoidant behaviors. His relationships are marked by intense emotions, fear of abandonment, and difficulty maintaining stable bonds. This theory highlights his struggles with intimacy, fear of abandonment, and need for control.

7.0 Social Identity Theory:

This theory explores how individuals derive a sense of identity and self-esteem from their membership in social groups, and how these group dynamics influence intergroup behavior.

Social Categorization:

Vampire Identity: Lestat categorizes himself primarily as a vampire, which becomes a core aspect of his identity. This categorization distinguishes him from humans and other supernatural beings. Lestat's transformation into a vampire and his subsequent embrace of vampiric traits and behaviors mark his entry into this distinct social category. He frequently identifies himself as part of the vampire world, even when challenging its norms.

Social Identification:

Group Membership: Lestat identifies strongly with the vampire community, despite often rebelling against its rules and leaders. His identity as a vampire shapes his actions, relationships, and self-perception. Lestat’s relationships with other vampires, such as Louis, Claudia, Armand, and even ancient vampires like Akasha, reflect his deep connection to the vampire identity. His desire to understand and sometimes reshape the vampire world shows his commitment to this group.

Social Comparison:

Ingroup vs. Outgroup: Lestat often compares himself and his vampire companions to humans and other supernatural entities. This comparison reinforces his sense of superiority and uniqueness. 

His categorization as a vampire, identification with the vampire community, and comparison with humans and other vampires shape his actions and self-perception. The intragroup dynamics, including power struggles, status seeking, and identity crises, further highlight the complexities of his social identity.

8.0 Five Factor Model of Personality:

The Five-Factor Model includes five broad dimensions of personality:

Openness to Experience:

High Openness: Lestat exhibits high levels of openness. He is curious about the world, adventurous, and willing to explore new experiences, both as a vampire and in his human endeavors.

Conscientiousness:

Low to Moderate Conscientiousness: Lestat demonstrates lower levels of conscientiousness. He often acts impulsively and disregards conventional norms or plans.

Extraversion: 

High Extraversion: Lestat is highly extraverted. He thrives on social interaction, enjoys being the center of attention, and is energized by engaging with others.

Agreeableness:

Low to Moderate Agreeableness: Lestat shows varying levels of agreeableness. While he can be charming and charismatic, his actions often reflect self-interest and a lack of empathy.

Neuroticism:

Moderate to High Neuroticism: Lestat exhibits moderate to high levels of neuroticism. He frequently experiences emotional turmoil, existential angst, and inner conflict.

Lestat’s personality, as analyzed through the Five-Factor Model, reveals a complex character with high openness and extraversion, but lower conscientiousness and agreeableness, alongside significant neuroticism. These traits contribute to his charismatic, adventurous, and often tumultuous nature.

In conclusion, I diagnosed Lestat with 18 mental disorders (according to DSM-V) and analyzed his personality through 8 different psychological theories. I don't necessarily say that I am right, but given the psychology degree I have, I am pretty much sure of what I have concluded here with this.

Much love,

Zenith

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Missing You

Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd Smut Blurb

Concept: Gar misses his two best friends. When he calls the two of you, he certainly doesn't expect to find you in such a... compromising situation.

Word Count: 2,800

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Warnings: there is a lot of Gar/Jason (emotionally and sexually), dubious consent - Gar listens to the reader and Jason having sex without their consent (but they don’t mind when they do find out), invasion of privacy (but again, they don’t mind it), would this be considered eavesdropping?, accidental voyeurism (and then on purpose voyeurism), Gar masturbates while listening to Jason and the reader have sex over a FaceTime call but Jason and the reader don’t know Gar is listening, Gar feels slightly guilty about being horny in this situation, lots of dirty talk, Jason is more dominant, reader is definitely submissive, Gar is (slightly?) submissive (though he is not ‘involved’ for most of the sex act), the reader uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina (though she is not really the ‘center’ of this fic), Jason has a filthy mouth, p in v sex (between Jason and reader) - actually protected sex this time (which is a surprise for my fics) (it’s my headcanon that Jason is a big proponent for condoms/safe sex), degradation kink (towards the reader), terms used to describe the reader: slutty/slut, cocksleeve, hole, fucktoy/toy, cumdump, good girl; slightly possessive Jason (but it’s clear that he doesn’t mind sharing with Gar), spanking (very light, no severe pain kink) - mention of clit spanking, mention of orgasm restriction, mentions of sexting/sending nudes. I believe that’s everything.

A/N: This is a repost. I did some tweaking to it, but it is still mostly the same. So if you have read it before, I hope you enjoy it. And if it's your first time reading it, I hope you like it again. I have a half-finished sequel to this in my drafts, so if you wanna see it, definitely leave a comment or an anon telling me you wanna see it.

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The concept of butt-dailing was something that still mystified Gar. 

He understood why it was a thing in the 2000s, sure. A time when people’s phones still had tactile buttons on them, when you could sit on your phone in your back pocket and start pressing things by accident. But these days? Why was the term even still used? 

How can you call someone by accident? How can you have an entire phone conversation with someone by mistake? 

On that day, it hadn’t been Jason that called him - no, Gar was the one calling Jason. 

Gar hated to admit it, but he was fucking lonely. He had a soft heart and if he went too long without talking to his friends, without hearing their laughter, then he wilted like an unwatered plant. It wasn’t something that he ever said aloud, but it was something that was very easy to tell for the people who were closest to him. 

So Jason had taken to calling him on a regular basis. And ironically, because of it, the two had actually grown a lot closer in the Robin’s absence. 

Their friendship bloomed because of the long, late-night phone calls where Jason’s tired voice mumbled things to Gar as he fell asleep, admitting things about his past and the pain he sometimes felt that he never would have told anyone else. And they often spent hours on Discord calls as they kicked ass together playing COD or some other stupid game like Mount Your Friends. Even though on that day the Tower was practically empty, Gar found himself missing Jason the most. 

Ever since you had gone to Gotham to visit Jason, Gar’s other closest friend abandoning him, Gar had practically gone mad with loneliness. Rachel was off on a ‘girls trip’ with Donna, Dawn, and Kory, and Dick was attending some kind of ‘League’ business. Hank was leading a ‘be a better you’ sobriety seminar in another city, and Gar still found himself feeling like an outsider when hanging out with Rose and Jericho. 

So where did that leave him? 

Alone in his room, sprawled out on his bed. 

He had thumbed over Jason’s contact in his phone several times before he actually decided to put in his earbuds and give the guy a call. Surely his best friend wouldn’t consider him needy after the three hour long timestamps on their other calls. If Jason was busy, Gar could simply find something else to entertain himself. He could probably best his Resident Evil speedruns. Again. 

But selfishly, he was hoping Jason would pick up and talk to him for a while. Maybe you would be lounging around with Jason and he would get to talk to the both of you. That would be really nice. 

When the FaceTime call was answered on the other end, the screen was dark. Gar thought for a moment that Jason was just busy - that he was pressing his phone to his chest until he could get into another room to take the call. But for a few moments, all he heard was deep breathing, some grunting. The sound of Jason training? 

He was definitely inside Jason’s pocket. 

See, Jason hadn’t even noticed the incoming call. He had his phone on silent, and he had answered it completely by mistake. Turns out, the rapid, rhythmic thrusting of his hips had somehow successfully pressed the ‘answer’ button, even with the phone shoved deep in his back pocket. 

And Jason wasn’t really in a position to have a friendly, ‘let’s chat about COD’ video chat with his best friend. 

He was balls-deep inside of you. With his thick, hard cock out through the zipper of his pants with his phone still inside of his back pocket. He was thrusting into you where you were face down on his bed, on your knees exactly how he wanted you. 

It was a huge part of the reason you had come to visit him. The two of you had been fooling around for as long as you had known each other, and you couldn’t seem to go for very long without fucking the other person. It brought you both relief from your stressful vigilante lifestyle, and it was the best sex either of you ever had. Not that any of your friends knew that you had a ‘thing’ going on, of course. 

Gar was about to hang up the call, believing that he had caught Jason at a bad time and realizing that the guy didn’t even know his phone was on. But he froze completely still when he heard it. 

“Fuck, babe, take my cock.” Jason groaned, his voice absolutely thick with sex. “Fucking take it.” 

It was something that instantly made Gar tremble, made blood rush to his cock as he heard his friend’s voice in a way that he never had before. The sound was rough in his headphones, distant and not nearly as pure as it would have been in person. But it made Gar’s blood run hot in seconds, made him so turned on so quickly that he became dizzy. 

Gar’s hand itched to reach down and grip his cock through his pants, but he knew that he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong. He should just hang up the call and hope that Jason never saw it in his call history. The longer he stayed there and listened, the more suspicious the timestamp would look in the call history if Jason ever saw it. 

But Gar was frozen in his tracks when he heard something that absolutely made his head spin. 

“Yes!” It was your voice. “Fuck, I fucking love your cock. I’m just a slutty little cocksleeve for you, Jay!” 

High pitched and needy, moaning out - it was you. You, screaming those entirely pornographic words, followed by a deep grunt from Jason. 

Gar let out a sharp breath. It hadn’t occurred to him who Jason might be fucking. Or that he was fucking someone at all, and that he wasn’t just alone, fucking his own hand. 

Gar almost couldn’t believe that this was happening. The two people that he had been attracted to for so long now, playing out an epic sex fantasy for his own ears. He knew that it was so horribly wrong, but he probably wouldn’t have hung up the call if someone had pointed a gun to his head. 

“Yeah, you are.” Jason replied, his voice slightly obscured from the phone being in his pocket. “You’re my perfect slut. Such a good fucktoy, aren’t you, Y/N?” 

Jason saying your name with such a deep, possessive need, paired with the way he spoke so confidentially - it forced Gar to imagine how long the two of you had been in a relationship like this. How long the two of you had been playing around behind everyone’s backs to know each other’s kinks so well without crossing any boundaries. Even with his brain so lust-clouded, his thoughts flashed through all of the times you and Jason had snuck off together, or made lame excuses to go to bed early when Jason had still been living at the Tower. 

Gar was upset that he hadn’t found out about this sooner. His brain conjured up a fantasy of him sneaking into Jason’s room late at night, and seeing you on your knees for his best friend. He easily imagined Jason inviting him to stay, telling Gar what a slut you were, how much you would love to have two guys at once. Him and Jason passing you around, your wetness making both of their cocks shine. If you were the ‘fucktoy’ that he claimed you to be, it probably wouldn’t be that far from reality. 

There was a wet, slapping sound - Jason fucking into you harder as you moaned and struggled for breath. 

Gar’s cock pulsed with need. 

Something in the back of his brain screamed that it was wrong and that he needed to hang up, but his cock screamed louder. So he untied the string of his pants with haste and racked them down over his aching balls. Just to be safe, he muted his end of the call so that Jason wouldn’t hear any noises he made. 

(If he had been thinking a bit clearer, he would have realized that any noise he made, especially echoing into Jason’s back pocket, would have simply gotten lost in the haze of sweat and sex that the two of you were making in Jason’s bedroom. But - better safe than sorry, right?) 

In his mind, muting the call seemed even more reasonable when he let out a deep moan the second he took his hard dick into his hand. More beautiful sounds from you and Jason came in through his headphones as he began to jerk himself off. 

“Fucking love how you take my cock, fucking love how this slutty pussy gets so wet for me.”

Jason’s dirty mouth continued as Gar’s hand started a steady rhythm. Gar was already leaking precum that easily slicked him up - he was absolutely dizzy at the sound of Jason’s sex-graveled voice. 

“Just a fucking hole for me to cum in.” Jason growled. “You love it, don’t you? You love being my fucking toy. My fucking cumdump.” 

The pure filth coming out of Jason’s mouth surprised Gar, just as much as his own reaction did. The way his dick jumped in his hand and his lungs released a moan, his tip leaking even more precum at the words. He had no fucking idea that you and Jason were so dirty, that you liked being… degraded so much. Because clearly you loved it, with the wailing moan that you echoed back in response. 

“I love it!” You told Jason, your tone desperate and breathy, worn with sex. “I love being your cumdump. I’m just a hole for you to use!” 

Gar tried to imagine what the two of you might look like in that moment. Were you on your back, your legs spread wide for Jason? Were you completely naked with your tits swaying with his every thrust? Were you on your hands and knees, ass out like a bitch in heat for Jason? 

Gar pumped his cock faster at the thought, his precum making it sound absolutely slick, unrestrained grunts coming from his parted lips as he continued to listen you and Jason fuck. He would feel guilty for this later, but right now, he was absolutely dizzy with lust and needed to hear more. 

“You gonna cum on my cock, slut?” Jason’s voice was sharp, demanding. 

It sounded like Jason was holding back the urge to cum himself and he needed you to get there first. There was a sharp sound - skin hitting skin, higher in pitch and less muffled than the constant pounding of Jason into your cunt. Jason had spanked you. Gar’s orgasm swelled in his belly as he imagined Jason’s hand coming down against your skin, making the fat of your ass bounce or - fuck, Jason’s hand blooming against your wet clit. (Gar hated that he would never know which it actually was.) 

“Be a good girl. Cum for me.” Jason demanded, throat strangling his voice as he drowned in his own arousal. 

And just like that, you dissolved into a fury of sounds. Gar caught you chanting ‘I’m a hole! I’m a hole! I’m a hole!’ as though it was the only thing on your mind, increasing in volume as your orgasm overtook you, but it was muffled after a moment and Gar heard Jason grunt the words ‘shut up’ in the most sharp, dangerous voice he had ever heard from his best friend. 

Gar’s mind was immediately struck with the picture of Jason’s hand on the back of your head, shoving you into the bed to quiet your whorish moaning, and this was what sent him over the edge. His stomach curled so hard that it practically made him nauseous, his body drawing up off the bed as he pumped his cock hard and fast. He pumped himself dry as cum splashed up over his (thankfully) naked stomach and dirtied him in hot, white waves. 

Gar’s body was still trembling when he heard Jason rattle out a shuddering moan, a sure sign that he was cumming too. 

Gar should have rushed to end the call. 

But it seemed impossible to move at this point - his bones were practically made out of jelly from the intensity of his orgasm. The hand holding the phone had dropped it against his chest, the sound still coming in clear from his earbuds. He was desperate to catch his breath, and his cum still warm against his stomach when he heard it. 

There was a shifting, a rustling sound - fuck, Jason was taking his phone out of his pocket. 

Gar panicked. 

But his orgasm had been so spectacular that it had knocked all the sense out of him, including his usually good reflexes, so he was slow to pick his phone back up. When he did, his heart jumped in his chest when he found Jason staring at him, wearing a wide smirk. 

In the time it had taken Gar to recover, Jason had taken his phone out - with the original purpose to check the time. Alfred always had a very specific time for dinner, and always became cranky if anyone was late. Jason certainly didn’t need anyone to come looking for you and him, seeing the compromising position that you found yourselves in. 

Jason was surprised when he found the call with Gar going. And once he had checked the timestamp on the still ongoing call, he immediately knew what had happened. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” Jason said, his voice slightly rough from the sex, but entirely confident, unshaken. 

“Uh - I - I -” Gar stuttered. 

When Jason saw his lips moving and didn’t hear any sound, he quickly spoke up. 

“Unmute the call, dickhead.” Jason told him, giving a small chuckle with the offensive, affectionate nickname. 

Right. Gar had muted it to participate in his perverted voyeurism. 

As Gar reached up to find the button, he realized his hand was still covered in cum. 

Jason licked his lips as he saw substance smeared all over Gar’s palm and saw his friend reaching for tissues off to the side. As Gar raced to clean off his hand, you appeared behind Jason’s shoulder in the frame of the call. You were wearing a bra, your skin slightly slicked with sweat and tear tracks coming off the side of your eyes - clearly from pleasure and not from pain. 

“You had Gar on a FaceTime call?” Your tone was a breathy giggle, clearly not at all upset at the idea that your friend had been listening in on you being fucked and called degrading names. “Kinky. Did you call him while you were putting the condom on?” 

Gar unmuted the call with his now clean(er) hand, but waited in silence for you and Jason to finish your conversation. He was surprised that you didn’t seem to care; that you seemed to think it was some kind of pre-planned kink that Jason had executed. Gar’s stomach twisted at the thought of it, that you and Jason had discussed inviting another person into your sex life and you were more than okay with it being Gar. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Jason told you. “Go get cleaned up for dinner.” 

You simply nodded, and leaned in to give Jason a kiss - a soft, gentle sight that was entirely arousing in contrast to the rough, filthy sex that Gar knew the two of you just had. It was even more arousing when you walked out of frame and Gar heard another spank to your bare skin (clearly you weren’t wearing bottoms) - and heard you let out a delighted squeak in response. 

“Look, I can explain-” Gar began his groveling, but Jason quickly cut him off. 

“Quiet.” Jason said, his tone taking on a kind of authority that made Gar’s stomach jump. “Next time this happens, we get to watch you cum, or you don’t get to cum at all. Got it?” 

Gar’s cock was quickly filling with blood again at Jason speaking to him this way, so boldly, making sexual demands over his body. His mouth was dry and lost for words so he simply nodded in response. He opened his mouth to attempt to speak - to apologize, to ask for clarity, to ask Jason when ‘the next time’ would be. 

But now that Jason had Gar’s simple affirmation, he hung up the call. 

Gar - unable to help himself - stretched an arm out and took a picture of his half hard cock and his shirtless body, still covered in his cum. He hesitated to send it, though. After a long mental debate in the shower, it came back to his phone sitting on his nightstand, and sent it to Jason with a caption that read ‘I really did enjoy the show’. 

It pinged Jason’s phone when he was sitting at the dinner table with you and Bruce. And as he looked at it under the table, he choked on his peas.

[highlady-sorcha]

I Can Be a Nurse (Cassian x Reader)

You'd broken your arm as a kid when you fell from a tree. The fall had seemed impossibly long, just watching the ground rush up to meet you, knowing it's going to hurt when you hit. At the same time, as a human, you hadn't had the flexibility or the knowledge to try and shift around so you didn't break anything- or try to not break anything. The jarring snap of bone as you hit the ground had stuck with you long into adulthood, even after you’d been made into one of the fae. 

  Nothing compared to the crunching of your leg shattering when you fell from the training ring of the House of Wind. 

   It had been a foggy morning. No one else had been there- Azriel off doing whatever it is he does in the shadows, and Cassian off to check on the Illyrian camps. There had been a report of a female having her wings clipped- something Cassian could not stand for. He’d wanted to shoot into the skies last night and hunt down the male that had done it right when he got the message, but you’d made him wait till dawn. The male wouldn’t have gone far if he really thought that what he’d done was right. He’d stick around to face down Cassian out of pure arrogance. 

And if he did run, there was no better tracker and hunter in Prythian than the High Lord’s General himself. 

It had been so long since you started training with Cassian up here, it seemed perfectly safe to venture out to the ring on your own- no matter the weather. You’d been out in the ring on your own plenty of times to stretch and mindstill when life became too much. 

You’d dragged a practice dummy into the ring, but still closer to the side than usual. Yesterday had been particularly brutal and you were sore, the practice dummies were particularly heavy. You’d pulled out a practice blade. A long, heavy great sword, and given the dummy several whacks as a warm up, before heading into practicing some of the maneuvers that you had just started to go over with Cassian. They involved incorporating gymnastics into swordplay, being able to nimbly move around the enemy in unpredictable ways to avoid their attacks and distract them from combat- giving you an easier way into their guard. 

A little over a half hour into the exercises, you’d launched over the dummy’s head, intending land on your knees and bring the sword into his groin. But, the moisture in the air had gathered on the grip of the sword, and it slipped. The butt of the hilt hit the ground just a split second before you did, leaving the point straight in the air, just below your navel. 

You kicked farther over, throwing your weight so that you’d land beyond the point of the sword and avoid disemboweling yourself on an early spring morning. 

It worked, you had not a knick on you and the blade clattered to the ground. Your weight shifted and you landed on your feet several yards behind the dummy, but couldn’t keep your footing and stumbled back- over the edge. 

You had screamed as you fell, grasping at the side of the mountain for any purchase- only managing to snag a rock and rip your fingernail off. You’d fallen and fallen. Down and down and down until you came to a stop at the bottom- landing with all your weight and strength and fear on one single knee. 

You’d passed out from the pain and shock- laid there for hours unconscious. Only when Cassian had returned that afternoon and not been able to find you did he go out to the ring and start looking around. 

“(y/n)?” He hollered, his voice echoing off the sheer faces of the mountains around him. “(Y/n)? We gotta go, we’re late for that meeting with Rhys!” He paused then, pricking his pointed ears, listening for any sound. 

He was just about to yell again when he picked up the sound of breathing, and bristled. His siphons glared, casting a red ring of light around him. Cassian opened his mouth and inhaled deeply. As the breeze blew around the edge of the house, he caught the faintest tinge of fear carried with it. Stale, hours old. 

Cassian clenched his jaw as he marched around the edge of the house, praying to the mother, the cauldron, anything out there that this not be related to not being able to find you. 

A stronger breeze blew in as he approached the edge of the ring you’d fallen over. The stink of fear was much stronger here, and for the first time he noticed the blade laying behind the practice dummy. The red light from his siphons flashed brighter, glaring off the shining blade. 

Panic gripped his gut as he jogged to the edge, noticing a scuff on the ground from your boot. When he looked over the edge and saw your body laying in a crumpled pile far below, he roared and leaped over the edge himself. Throwing himself into an almost vertical dive, he was at the bottom in a heartbeat. 

You laid at his feet, in a broken heap, just inches from the tips of his boots. He knelt as he screamed in his mind for help. 

Rhys, Rhys please help. Please, I’m at the House of Wind and- 

Before he could finish the thought, Rhys appeared out of nowhere, stepping onto the rock beside him. Cassian carefully scooped you into his arms, your limbs bent all the wrong ways, things shifting and cracking under your skin as he lifted you from the ground. Gut rolling, he cradled you close. 

Without a word, Rhysand had laid a hand on Cassian’s shoulder and winnowed you to the river house. 

Madja had visited. Spending hours setting bones to heal properly, doing what she could to minimize the lasting impacts. As night began to fall, you awoke in a haze of blinding pain.

“Cass..” You whispered. He was the first thing that came to mind for comfort. A gentle hand the size of a bear paw folded one of your hands into his. The palms were warm and covered in thick layers of callouses, earned from years of hard labor. 

“I’m here, kitten. I’m here,” he murmured before pressing his mouth softly to your temple. Pain raced up your neck into the back of your head as you turned towards him before prying your eyes open. Thick crust clung to your lashes, and your vision swam for a moment before focusing. 

You were in the room Feyre had given birth to Nyx in the year before. A room that you knew everyone generally avoided like it was cursed. Only when someone was sick and needed tending did they sleep in here. 

Cassian had pulled a velvet tufted chair up to the side of the bed. His eyes had dark circles under them, his mouth a taught line. He leaned close, on his elbows with your hand close to his lips. The intensity in his hazel eyes was too much. 

You groaned as your stomach flipped, nausea rolling over you in thick waves. In turn, clenching and unclenching your throat. For a few moments, you fought the sensation, a clammy sweat breaking out on your forehead before your eyes snapped open. 

“Trash-“ you got out, before vomit filled your mouth. 

Cassian lunged to the rescue. A dented bucket was in his hand. He braced a hand between the back of your shoulders and pulled you up to sitting just as you retched, the sick slapping into the bottom of the bucket. 

You coughed and gagged and choked, until there couldn’t possibly be anything left to come up, ever again. Finally, you sagged back against the pile of pillows, drenched in sweat, your nose running and eyes stinging. The muscles in your stomach ached from the force of throwing up. 

Unable to do anything else, you just groaned and shut your eyes, trying to think back through what happened and how you’d gotten there.

Once you’d laid back, Cassian pulled the bucket away and set it on the floor beside his chair. He looked at your face, pale, bruised and cut from the fall for a moment longer before standing up. 

Cassian carried the bucket to the hall, murmuring something to someone outside the door before gently shutting it again. The sink in the attached bathroom ran for a moment before turning off, and the sound of water draining was the only thing that filled the silence of the room. 

A moment later, a cool cloth was laid across your forehead, covering your eyes. Trailing drips of luxuriously cold water raced down your temples, and you nearly moaned at how fresh, how relieving it felt. 

Wood creaked and groaned as Cassian took his seat again, the chair protesting under his bulk. He took your hand back in his, kissing your knuckles before allowing the room to lapse into silence. 

A considerable amount of time had passed, and you’d dozed before you felt better. The pain was still a raging presence, but it had lessened in some places- namely your head. 

You pulled off the rag Cassian had placed on your forehead, now warm from your body and struggled to sit up. 

Warm hands cupped under your arms and pulled you upright, against the headboard. Your head spun, but stopped after a second. Weight bowed the mattress beside you, and although your leg screamed in pain at the shift, you swallowed it back. 

Cassian was still in his leathers- never settled in for the night. Mud still crusted his boots and you could see that his chin length locks were disheveled from flying. 

His intense eyes were focused on you and he took your hand in his again. 

“I fell,” you offered. Your voice barely more than a croak.

Cassian gave you a wry smile that didn’t meet his eyes. 

“Yea, I’d say you did. Do you remember what happened?” 

Dutifully, you relayed your morning. The fog, the practice, a tiny mistake that had almost cost you your immortal life. 

“But I’m ok Cass- really. I’ll heal.” You assured him. 

Before he said anything, Cass reached for a glass of water that sat on the bedside table. He held the cup and tipped it to your lips. You braced your own hands over his, expecting him to let go- but he didn’t.

The water was sweet and cool, and trickled down the back of your throat in a revitalizing way. Gently, you pushed his hands away when you’d had enough. 

His eyes were soft as he took in your face. As you watched, they began to rim with silver before they overflowed. 

Cassian brushed it away, but not before you saw it. A lump formed in your throat and your own eyes began to sting. 

“What’s wrong Cass? Why are you crying?” You choked out. 

He scooted the chair forward so his knees were smashed against the side of the mattress and took your hand in both of his. Slowly,  he bowed his head and laid it on his hands. His long locks fell toward and tickled the inside of your wrist. 

“I got to the mountain a while after you fell. I don’t want to think about how long you were laying there,” he finally said. “I didn’t know what had happened, I just had this feeling I couldn’t shake and kept looking for you instead of just assuming you’d gone somewhere. Like, down in the city. When I finally looked over the edge of the ring and saw you laying there at the bottom…” He was silent for a long moment, his breathing evened out as he paced each breath to try and calm himself down. “You looked like a doll someone had thrown away. Like trash. I thought you were dead.” He sobbed. 

Your heart constricted. As much as your ribs screamed in protest at the movement, you twisted just enough to run your hand over his scalp, through his hair while murmuring that it was ok. 

He looked up finally, with tears in his eyes, his nose starting to run. “I know you’re in pain. I’ve had shattered bones and there’s not much that hurts that bad. I felt terrible when Madja said that was the biggest issue, because of how relieved I was.” He swallowed hard. “I just can’t lose you. Maybe I haven’t said it often enough- I probably haven’t. But there is no me, without you.” 

You laid back against the pillows and stared back at him, willing warmth and love to him. Praying that he could feel half the love you felt for him. 

“It’s a good thing I’m going to heal then,” you finally said. 

Cassian laughed, before sniffing and wiping his nose down his arm. He grinned then and fixed you with a mischievous smile. “It is, and good thing I can be a nurse.” 

**Thanks for Reading! This is one posted on my Wattpad account, but thought I would share it here. See if anybody was interested! Feel free to tell me what you think

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

DF Posting: KingChannels - Year 3

Here we are again. Much belated on account of me having an awful head cold for most of the past two weeks.

The beginning of the defensive layer, which, as time has gone on, has only gotten less solid. Regardless I think having room to retreat behind corners when archers come a knocking will be helpful.

We left last year with the trade depot Almost complete, and the defensive layer, starting up. Happy to say we made a lot of progress on both, but a lot happened so we'll start from the top.

Early on the elven caravan arrived; I personally have no abnormal distaste for the elves (even if selecting everything in a bin except the bin is obnoxious), but we didn't have any trade goods because I'd not decided to, you know, make any, on account of sheets being wanted next year. So we didn't really get anything, not that they brought much. Not even very many animals. Very dissapointing honestly. Didn't even get a screenshot.

Our starter library. We probably won't need it anymore after we start getting the tower constructed but that could be a while. I set a scholar to work here after I made it as well, and installed a table later on.

In the meantime we made a starter library for our scholarly pursuits to begin in earnest, rather then waiting for the tower to start construction. It's small, but it'll work. We assigned Ingish Arzesidan as scholar, our old woodcutter. She honestly loves it and is constantly getting good thoughts from debating and pondering, though these are somewhat offset by her bad thoughts from not practicing a craft. Thems the breaks. Around this time I also started making clothes from our pig tail fiber, to ensure our in fort child would have clothing. Also so anyone whose clothes rot off can get a new set.

Our first scholar.

After all that hubbub we almost immediately got a migrant wave; 9 dwarves, 2 melee dwarves for the military, and a High Master Surgeon, very nice. This reminded me we needed to make a hospital. My idea is to build it on the ground floor, likely near the cistern, hopefully out of the way of any trouble in the event anyone needs to be brought to it during combat. It'll also make getting the water from the cistern to the nearly required hospital well less of a pain in the butt.

The first two are our melee dwarves and the last is the surgeon.

Around the time of the migrant wave we got another Child Strange Mood; it finished around the time we finished sorting otu the migrant wave as Ablel Regezar only grabbed two apple wood logs. He made, adorably, a toy axe, Desiszisang. During the course of this year I caught several dwarf children playing with it so at least it's getting use!

The fort's most popular toy. And... only toy, now that I'm thinking about it.

Of note; all this happened in Early Spring. This was a very rapid fire series of events, but things slow down a bit henceforth. Not before finding a mysterious vomit trail from the trade depot to the first floor of the fortress entrance. Probably a dwarf that'd been underground long enough to get cave adapted. I didn't see any sign of combat, anyway, so it's not an injury at least. Regardless the fort now has its first streak of green mess. There will be many more.

Every fort, by the end of the run, is usually just covered in blood and puke. This is small potatoes.

Taking up the next large swathe of time was mostly me digging to find ores, rather then for fortress construction, with the completion of a stockpile I was digging near the metal processing area to store ore and coal. During this time I'd noticed unhappy dwarves were looking pretty intimidating, I think it hit a high of 16 which is more then a third of our fort. You've gotta nip this in the bud so in a mostly ineffectual attempt to do that I made some meals. Mostly quarry bush leaves, but higher food quality = happier dwarf. Unfortunately we don't really have a lot of edible wildlife, I've only seen ravens and they're too small to butcher and a pain to catch besides. Maybe one day we'll be eating raven eggs, but it seems like a bit too much trouble for now.

all of my mining floors start like this. I want people to be able to move through them well in the event I use them for something more important then burial site.

We hit Lignite and Iron shortly below where I started digging exploratorily. Very good sign; if we can find flux we've got steel, which is fantastic. That'll handily take care of most of our fortress defense needs, at least as far as we can hope for. We also found kaolinite which will make us some high quality ceramic stuff when I set it up. I also intend to use the exploratory digging tunnels for most of our burial slabs; it just feels appropriate to me.

During all this, the work on the defensive layer was moving along. The windows on the left are Gem windows, and we'll be layering some fortifications over hte front of them to ensure noone just breaks in through those windows. Eventually patrols or watch animals will keep an eye out through there to let us know when goblins or kobolds are skulking around. Hopefully, anyway.

It was around this time I realized my military squads had Never Stopped Training. I looked into a bit of stuff regarding the new UI and it turns out they've been on manual training, never stop mode, for like a year now. That's probably why everyone's so pissed off. I fix that and indeed the bad moods at the fort start dropping, thankfully. THe summer migrant wave also hit, 8 dwarves. A high master metalcrafter, a high master furnace operator, and a middling papermaker. Normally the papermaker would be on hauling duty, but given we're making a library... hmm. Two randos from the wave got drafted into our military squad making an even 10. Training can Really start now. Especially now that they're doing advanced training and teaching and sparring and such. They don't do that on manual evidently.

Once more, oru new Local Celebrities. I also assigned another dwarf to scholarship around this time I believe; Kadol Usenvabok. We'll probably worry more about the scholars when the tower goes up because if I keep posting dwarf thoughts we're gonna hit the image cap.

Seconds after this migrant wave the high master metalcrafter enters a secretive mood. Looks like we're getting a legendary metalcrafter. Honestly sort've stinks; he was allmost there anyway. Regardless, he goes to work. After some livestock butchery, he makes an Artifact Silver Chain out of Horse Leather, Chert Blocks, a Silver Bar, and cut bloodstones. Pretty nice sounding, and we can definitely find a use for it somewhere. Probably put it in a well, but maybe we can find some sort've novel use for it in the tower. It Is silver after all.

Pretty Good.

As we moved into autumn, I realized we were running out of food for some reason. Had the realization we weren't growing any plump helmets in autumn for some reason, so I fixed that. Also set about to making another still, as the population was getting quite hefty and a single still probably wouldn't be cutting it for much longer. As time went on it stabilized, and later in the year restocked itself so we're good again. Crisis Averted.

Shortly before the caravan arrived there were officially enough farmers in the fort to qualify for a farmer's guild. I immediately set about making one of the rooms I Dug out for specifically this purpose into a farmer's guild, and everyone was happy about it. Farmer dwarves will talk about farming in there, along with just generally socializing. It'll slowly increase their skills in various farming aptitudes. It's great.

The Dwarven caravan arrives annnnnd I forgot to make trade goods. God damn. I quickly hammer out some rock rings and buy some iron bars, using them to make a weapon for the militia. Need stuff sooner then later, and we're not exactly short on iron. The liason requested Amulets, which is great for us and I Immediately set on that to avoid this problem next year. I make our standard selection of military grade metals and silver.

Around this time enough work on the cistern got done for me to be comfortable draining the pond, finally. I wanted to get constructed stuff in there sooner rather then later because... I like constructed stuff. No dirty hole water here.

the top floor hadn't been walled in yet but I did take care of that over the rest of the year.

I love a bit of fluid mechanics in DF so this excited me. I've actually not done a lot of it, but I love the concept. We'll probably need another pool or two before it'll have enough loaded in to make its way to the hospital well, but it rains all the time here, so it shouldn't be too long. Since we've got enough standing water in the cistern too (about a full z level), we can just dump in whatever we can get and it'll be stored too, so that's nice.

Anyway the autumn migrant wave hits annnnnnd we got two dwarves. I forgot I had the migrant cap lowered to a pitiful 50 due to a previous fort I ran, so that's my bad, Yet Again. I raise it to 100. The two dwarves were not notable in any way. I also assign a scribe to our library to copy the books we do have.

As we trundle on towards winter, a child is posessed, which has become a commonplace enough occurrence that I honestly wasn't particularly interested. More livestock died to feed the leather requirement, and he got wood, bones and leather.

Before he finished his artifact, however, a werehare broke into the depot. He immediately bites down on Logem Urvaddatan, our freshly recruited high master surgeon, and shakes him to bits.

So much for that hospital. KingChannelses first fatality. Brutal.

There were two militadwarves nearby at the time so they immediately set to attacking the werehare (with picks?? why do you people have picks equipped you're not miners), and he goes down pretty unceremoniously, being an unarmored, roughly human size, enemy.

During the scuffle however, a militadwarf was bitten. This means they are now a werehare, and they Will be hostile to their fellow dwarves when they turn.

The bitten militiadwarf on the left, Iden Eshtanmubun and more competent combat on the right.

Me, not willing to create isolation chambers for bitten dwarves, and not wanting to have to deal with this guy popping off every quarter of a year, elect to banish him. Iden Eshtanmubun has no family in the fort, so nobody is going with him. He's upset, but what's he gonna do, come back as a werehare to take revenge? Hopefully not. He was actually also a aprt of the wave the surgeon came in on, so I guess the wave was just cursed. We'll have to keep an eye on Ablel Dumatdeleth, I Suppose.

After all of the drama and our first death, the child finishes his artifact, a horse bone pick. Maybe someone will actually use it. I kind've don't care right now kid I'm sorry.

I am normally quite happy about equippable artifacts, even if they're shit, but a pick is pretty hard to equip on purpose and they all behave the same regardless of material.

After processing all this I realized our defensive layer is pretty much done, our wall is done, our trade depot is done, it's time to build that overhang. I don't think the werehare climbed in over the wall but better safe then sorry. Unfortunaetly, while trying to do this, I realize my wall is too close to the edge of the map to build an overhang. So we have to rebuild half of it. Ugh.

In the shadow of death we find.... more menial labor. As usual, I guess.

I immediately stat making another layer of the wall on the relevant sides inside the fort. We'll worry about tearing down the outside layer later. I'd rather have a wall people can climb over then no wall at all. This in and of itself takes about til the end of the season, so we'll carry on with other stuff, though the death was the last major event of the year.

Other then some boring logistical stuff (we ran out of chert I can't color coordinate until I mine more rarrrr), the rest of the year was pretty quiet. We found some Green Jade, a 20 value gem, which is Very nice, we found more iron on the living floor, while expanding it for future waves, which I mined out, and our scribe made a copy of our one book, The Way of the Path of the Moon. Or whatever. It was something like that.

As the year drew to a close, the baby born in fort grew to a child and learned to walk on his own. He is no longer at risk of being used as a shield by his mother, and they ran out into the snow and immediately got pissed off about being snowed on. Thanks kid. She can now harvest and haul stuff, so she'll be a minor help for the next.... 15 years. Frankly if we see her grow to be an adult that alone is a fantastic run.

Baby Lolor Rimtarilir, like all dwarves, immediately knows where the clothes are upon gaining locomotion. She's also pissed off because of the snow. Get in line Lolor.

Along with the baby becoming independent, our initial Scholar, Ingish, became an astronomor. He's officially studied the book about the moon's path enough to gain a title. Our mental pursuits are looking up.

A monumentous occasion given the goal of our fort. We need more eggheads. They're chopping a tree right now but rest assured they are very intelligent.

And that's that. A death, a lot of construction and a working cistern; that will continue, but we are pulling up on the end of Surface construction not involving the tower, at least, maybe another couple of years? Hopefully we'll have sterling silver production in hand by then.

Next years goals are finally get that cistern loaded up with water and giving our dwarves an indoor well, Finish The Damn Wall, and hopefully find flux and start steel production. Also hopefully we find silver. I guess if we can't find any silver on site a ceramic tower might be good. And very silly. Same color anyway. We'll see.

Until Next Year. Our fortunes rise and fall together.

[tetsunabouquet]

Hello again and sorry if i ask you so much 💞😖can i request GoM + Imayoshi headcannons to how they would react to their partner with asthma having a respiratory attack on the court while practicing with the team and they would be scared not knowing that the reader suffered from asthma, I have been kicked from several teams due to this already Either because they discriminate against me or they don't see me capable and many times I hide my illness due to criticism :(

A/N: Baby, I want requests! It's okay to ask, that's why my askbox is open ;). Trust me, I get the drama. I was born with GERD, which is an chronic illness that can also cause the development of other illnesses. Thanks to it, I developped IBS (the radiology appointment I mentioned at the start of the summer was due to that) and you can also develop asthma from it. I actually did became more sensitive to things like fumes and smoking people due to it, so asthma is probably next on my comorbidity bingo card.

When I was a kid, my teachers would always treat me like I was over-exaggerating during P.E and I'll never forget the time when I was like 9, I wasn't feeling too great and a ball was thrown with extreme intensity into my chest by this upperclassmen in a game of dodgeball. Instinctively, I ran to the shower to puke it out, and my teacher's response was to get back in the game and to stop making such a fuss. So I had to, and I remember not trying to burst into tears for the rest of the game. I ended up developping a hatred for working out, and that's the reason I ended up developping a shoulder injury when I finally dared to follow my dreams and sign up for acrobatic classes. Because I exercised less then the other girls outside of our classes which was a shame as I did have talent actually. If only my teachers had taken me seriously on the moments I was too sick to exercise, I wouldn't have been skipping P.E by the time I hit my puberty.

So trust me, I get how painful this topic can be. Because basketball is a single sex sport, I'll be writing this male coded.

Akashi

-Him. Him not knowing his s/o's chronic illness? Not happening. This boy has only been pretending not to know because he's waiting for the day that you'll open up about it yourself. -When the attack happens, this boy's thinking is going at the speed of light. -He does everything according to the book, knowing how to help you. -He's a perfect gentleman throughout the event. -Your coach knows better then to reprimand you or to kick you off the team, feeling Akashi's intense aura even from that distance. -Everyone is too scared to even crack a ligh-hearted joke about it to you in the locker room, they're too scared Akashi will hire hoodlums to set their homes afire.

Midorima

-He actually also secretly knows. This boy might be dense about other people's social lives, he's not that way about his s/o. He cares so deeply about you, he wants to know everything about you. But he always plays dumb because he doesn't wants to be exposed as your secret stalker. -When the attack happens, this future doctor knows exactly what to do. -He's not simply good at knowing what to do, oh no, this is the one area where he beats Akashi. -Midorima even carries around a small pouch in his schoolbag that contains various tea blends that he read work wonderful after a respiratory attack. After you've finished up in the locker room after practise, this boy will start preparing some iced tea with the flavor you picked before you can blink. -You're not the one receiving criticism, or the butt of the joke. Midorima, and his secret nursing pouch is. -Shutoku's coach is a bit worried about you, but considering Midorima is less selfish around you, he's willing to forget this happened as he can recognize you improve the team.

Murasakibara

-This guy, and a medical emergency? Oh, it's hopeless. -First he stands around, just gawking at the scene. -Then he fumbles around, wondering what to do. Himuro is honestly the one directing his actions with instructions. -Coach Araki might be a strong willed bad-ass, but I bet she can have a motherly side to her, so she's worried but supportive of you. After this, she developped a bit of a soft spot that depending on the type of person you are might be a bit annoying, but you understand it's coming from a good place so you shrug her off with a smile.

Kise

-Similar to Murasakibara, but for a different reason. -Like, first you have a short pause where he gawks at you, and then he shoots into panic mode. Kise is trying to be supportive by hyperventilating. -The entire team has to pause the game to help you and get Kise to calm down. -Kise won't calm down until you have recovered and waved your hands in his face telling him to shut up, to which he responses with kissing you. -The coach refrains from making any criticizing comment towards you, fearing another Kise tantrum but he does make the mental notes to be more strict when he was seeing signs of an attack coming up.

Aomine

-This guy is known for not being so sensitive about these things, and thus I think he would have the worst reaction out of everyone. -For one, it needs time with this fucker to sink in that it's serious. -It takes Momoi rushing to you and checking up on you on the edge of a panic attack for Aomine to notice you. -He tries to help, but he's incredibly clumsy about it in a cute way though. -The coach lets this incident go by, I mean, this asshole just ignores Aomine and potentially Sakurai's mental health issues, so I can imagine him to just downright ignore a player's physical health issues as well.

Imayoshi

-Honestly terrified. -But he does manage to keep a cool head and not to go straight into panic zone. -Doesn't knows what the fuck to do but he's willing to learn. -He's very caring when you're trying to recover and practically never stops with petting your shoulder. -Considering he's on the same team as Aomine, the coach's reaction will still be the same. He doesn't gives a fuck about it.

[hubristicassholefight]

Swordswoman Showdown Round 1 Part 2

Alanna of Trebond (The Song of the Lioness) vs Mu Nihuang (Nirvana in Fire/Langya Bang)

(Better here in a "preferred character" sense, not "who would win in a fight")

Propaganda below cut

Alanna of Trebond

Literal lady knight, has never lost a duel as King's Champion

Disguised herself as a boy to train as a knight and learn the sword. Practices with a giant sword to increase inductance. Finds (is found by?) a special magic sword. One of the best swords people in her country.

She was the first lady knight in Tortall in centuries and paved the way for other lady knights like Kel. She's also a shortstack hero who regularly kicks butt. Won several sword fighting tournaments against her male peers while disguised as a man.

Can't stand the idea of getting sent to a convent, so she switches places with her twin brother and disguises her gender to go off and become Tortall's first lady knight. Engages in much sword-wielding badassery, not just through inherent talent but through working twice as hard as the boys who skate by on their size and comparitive strength. In later Tamora Pierce books she shows up again as a mother, but even having kids doesn't stop her from going off and doing more heroic sword-swinging. H*ck yeah.

She’s her realm’s first Lady Knight in centuries and a genuine hero. She disguised herself as a man to earn her shield. She was the King’s Champion for decades; One of the first major women heros in YA fantasy, from the 1980! According to the author, if Alanna had the words for it, she would be gender fluid

disguised herself as a boy entirely to learn swords and become a knight, becomes the first lady knight in her country in centuries; Alanna is so iconic that decades of queer fans have seen themselves in her and any author signing is accompanied by a mob of sobbing millennials over how much finally meeting and thanking the author for writing Alanna meant to them

Mu Nihuang

She's introduced to the narrative riding to the gates of the capital at the head of a caravan. She sees two characters we've just spent a couple of scenes getting to know, grins with delight, draws her sword, jumps off her horse and engages them in a two-versus-one duel, handily defeating them after a short exchange of blows and promptly complimenting them that they've obviously been practicing, because she would have won much faster last time. She's the most eligible bachelorette at the Imperial Court due to her control of a personal army of several hundred loyal soldiers. She's a respected general, whose favoured tactic is to personally lead a cavalry unit to outflank the enemy on a daring raid to kill their general, at which point the superior discipline of her troops will win the day; I'd love to say more about the quiet tragedy of her deep love for Lin Shu and the way she circles around Mei Changsu for most of the story, full of love and respect and pain from past loss, but if I get into it I'll have to do the fandom's traditional ritual: lie down on the floor, try not to cry, and cry a lot.

She arrives on screen to duel two competent swordsmen to a standstill (while her former (current? unclear) fiancé pines piningly from a distance). She's highly ranked on the in-universe BuzzFeed listicle of Swordspeople Who Will Kick Your Ass. When she's manouvered into being the prize in a martial arts contest for her hand, she stipulates that the winner has to defeat her to truly win, which is generally recognised as Not Going To Happen; She's also extremely proficient with a polearm on horseback, being the Gandalf-at-Helm's-Deep to everyone else's Everyone-Else-at-Helm's-Deep in a climactice battle. Also, she is just. So very ready to overthrow the emperor. (He deserves it.)

[twstinginthewind]

@twst-the-night-away my beloved posted an amazing idea in a chat today

And I had so much fun answering I want to share it here, too.

Deuce seeing Joker for the first time:

There were an awful lot of first-years being sorted through at the commencement ceremony, and Deuce was trying so hard to concentrate, he found himself not paying much attention to many of his fellow classmates at all, and was only vaguely aware of the other new students that shuffled along with him back to Heartslabyul. The next few days, too, were a bit chaotic, with everything that was happening with that new Ramshackle student, that pain in the butt roommate of his, and, oh yeah, that thing happening with Riddle. Plus in classes, he was keeping his head down a lot and trying so hard to focus!! So it took him until the second unbirthday party to notice her.

And he had no idea what took him so long. She had a laugh that he could hear clear across the rose maze, and when she came up to see if she could sample the housewarden's baking, he could barely form a reply, and just shoved a plate at her awkwardly. And she giggled at that, making his heart start feeling funny. And then the little nose wrinkle when she tasted the salty oyster sauce in the tart...

Unfortunately, Deuce was already down bad.

When she leaned over to whisper "You know, Deuce, I think perhaps housewarden Rosehearts should stick to his day job," Deuce replied with a devastatingly clever "kagsgsisjsv". Smooth. As. Silk.

And THEN he had NO idea how she knew his NAME and oh haha ok it turns out she sits behind him in like every class what the hell Deuce why have you not paid attention?

Epel seeing Punch for the first time:

Epel, he notices the big guy during club recruitment. Punch is unsubtly being approached by several of the athletics clubs, and is awkwardly and politely *turning them down*. The heck?? Look at that idjit's *shoulders*! Why's that big lug lettin' all that go to *waste*?! Why is he talkin' to that durned Ashengrotto?? Board games???? What??????

A discussion later (it turns out they share a class or three), and Epel finds out that Punch was just holding out for a hockey club, then saw his dorm leader's floating tablet and wound up getting talked into joining. For the love of lil' green apples, what is WITH this guy? Anyway, they become workout buddies as a result bc Punch doesn't want to fall out of practice just because he's not actively playing.

Epel occasionally tries (unsuccessfully) to get Punch to switch to spelldrive. Maybe one day he'll get a game with him.

More under the cut!

Trey seeing Joker for the first time:

So as we know (as per one of their ceremonial robes vignettes, i forget which), Cater and Trey got a good look at the incoming freshmen as they received their dorm assignments, and tried to guess where each of them would go. Cater commented to Trey about the long-haired girl with the red lipstick, and Trey got a good look at her just as the mirror announced her Heartslabyul assignment. She gave a huge, happy, relieved smile, and he, of course, noticed immediately that her teeth were just perfect. I mean, yes, cute face nice hair and this and that but that smile, huh. This girl flosses.

Rook seeing Bobby for the first time:

Rook periodically revisits his original dorm; he's still quite attached to Savanaclaw, and is very much an admirer of the wild beauty on display within the dorm. He first sees Bobby during one of his clandestine visits - he wasn't expecting to see anyone else using one of his rooftop hiding places, let alone with a bow and arrow! Ah, quelle surprise! And the lad seems to be a good shot, as well. How intriguing! Perhaps he should subtly leave a message regarding the upcoming archery competition in the courtyard...

Floyd seeing Joker for the first time:

What. Was. That. Sound??

Floyd poked his head out of the Mostro lounge kitchen. That music was different~! That wasn't a piano or a guitar or a saxamophone at all! That was chords and melody all at the same time, and a rhythm too! Ohhhhh man. He was itching to dance already. He pushed aside some other students, approaching the little stage where the lounge staged its live performers.

Okay, there was a bassist, boring. Some guy on drums, whatever, anyone can do a drum. Some singer. Okay. What was making that sound though??

Then he saw the last performer. And oh, she was cute. All squishy and adorable, with a big cheery grin. Long swirly hair that bounced with the beat of the music. And that INSTRUMENT! A keyboard on one side, an array of buttons on the other, and a big ol' whatsit. A bellows? Maybe? In between the two big panels, and it squished and stretched in and out while she played.

Floyd was poised to pounce. He wanted to try that, too! It looked so fun!! He was ready to clamber onto the stage when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He whipped his head around, glaring daggers that quickly retracted. He wasn't gonna be too mad at Azul, even if he was chewing him out for leaving a pan burning on the stove.

After all, he had to ask Azul who this girl was, and then he was gonna wanna try her weird instrument. Maybe he could squeeze it and her at the same time. That'd be fun.

Lilia seeing Sia for the first time:

Sia transferred into NRC as a third year student, and found herself in a slightly awkward position on her first day of classes. Everyone else already knew one another, and eyed the new girl with a hint of suspicion. She wound up taking a seat towards the back of the room, without wondering why there were so many available seats. Lilia was immediately curious. Who was this girl, who was willing to sit in the periphery of Malleus's overwhelming aura? Oh, and is that an oatmilk latte she has, too? He's never seen this kitty before. He'd have to say hello; it wasn't often that he was willing to acknowledge that he was the second-cutest in the room, but he would admit defeat this time, soon as he found out her name.

Sebek seeing Joker for the first time:

Sebek was absolutely aghast. He was glad that Coach Vargas had acknowledged that he was one of the top students in the class - as he SHOULD! Sebek was proud of the results of his training! - but because of that? He was selected as a peer coach to help out some of the human students that haven't quite got the knack of using their physical prowess and magic to fly. Honestly. They're human, he's fae, there's no way to teach that!! If Malleus hadn't made such a deal of how it would reflect well on him and the dorm, Sebek would have refused to do it outright!!

And what a pathetic human they gave him, too. Soft and overfed, sturdy enough on land but fell apart when a mere ten feet above the ground. And the yelling! He would firmly give his instructions, and she would practically scream back at him to stop being so loud and pompous! Ridiculous!! But he had to get her to do well, or his failure would reflect poorly on Malleus-sama.

So he tried. And tried. And shadowed her, giving constant directions, and just getting human attitude back. And just as she finally reached an adequate minimum height for their flight requirements, she whirled on the broom to scream at him again, went pale, and dropped like a stone.

So of course Sebek had to dive after her. And pluck her from the air to keep her from crash landing. And... huh. She's certainly clingy. And why does he smell roses??

He lowers his broom to the ground, holding onto her with one arm, and a red ribbon flutters to the ground after them. He looks down at her, her hair loose and windblown instead of the tight bun he'd been tapping impatiently all day.

And for the first time, he sees a smile cross those ridiculous red lips.

It wasn't unpleasant.

[kiyfra]

Chapter 5 of Scorpio is finished! Can be read here or on AO3. Pokerus AU belongs to @monsoon-of-art.

“A society driven mainly by selfish individualism has all the potential for sustainability of a collection of angry scorpions in a bottle.”

Dawn’s muscles ached from her morning exercises and she wasn’t even halfway finished yet. A gutted basculin on a skewer sat next to the fire as she practiced her blade movements with Chip while waiting for breakfast to cook.

The former human thought she had improved greatly over the past month with her daily practice, but she was nowhere near as proficient as the naturally born dewotts. Her grip on her shell blade was firm but not tight and she was always conscientious of its location when not in use, able to draw and brandish it at a moment’s notice. It finally felt like an extension of herself rather than a dangerous burdensome tool, but her sparring partner always had her drills and exercises completed long before her.

At least she could catch and eat her own food without crying or throwing up. It finally got through to her that a streamlined dewott’s body didn’t need to paddle with its arms like a human and it left her hands free for hunting or defence. Eating her catches raw still never sat right with her, let alone alive like the other otter pokémon. Even if she had somewhat come to terms with how her teeth could crush or cut off something vital until her prey stopped moving, it faintly felt horrible every time.

Dawn wasn’t sure her progress would be enough for her to survive on her own during the upcoming winter and the anxiety kept her up countless nights. Far too picky and reserved, she often depended on her new compatriots generously sharing portions of their meals she could bring herself to cook and eat. A Hisuian winter would strip away most of the berries and edible plants she had been supplementing her diet with. Dawn couldn’t afford to be so choosy for too much longer; the daylight hours were getting shorter and a chill was setting into the mornings and evenings.

She returned to her blade exercises with a renewed vigour, following Chip’s lead. It was better than last time, but Chip still completed the drill several seconds before her. Seconds that would be forever in a real battle.

The wiry dewott still made a noise of approval at her progress and Dawn figured she should check on their basculin. The fins and tail were turning black around the edges, but it could use a several more minutes by the fire.

Dawn turned around to see a mischievous gleam in the other dewott’s eyes as she dropped low to the ground, giving her several seconds to react to Chip launching herself at the former human. The girl was ready for the playful bout and they both went down, tumbling and wrestling on the sandy ground.

The wild dewott was clearly the stronger of the two, but Dawn met her grappling with practiced escape artistry from danger and buneary kicks until she was forced to let go. A lack of any moves or genuine blows could have told anyone this wasn’t a serious attempt at throwing down and the generous pauses were giving the former human a fighting chance.

An older sibling experienced in roughhousing turned what could have been painful bites into gentle nips that didn’t even come close to the skin through thick fur. Dawn laughed as she wriggled out from beneath Chip’s attempt at a pin and shoved her back over with her shoulder.

The other otter stumbled backwards before getting into a martial stance as she drew one of her shell blades, bouncing on her heels.

“Oh, you want me to kick your butt for you?”

Dawn grinned as she drew one of her own to meet the challenge. Chip didn’t fall for the taunt and merely gestured for her to make the first move.

A short arm movement with no follow through was meant to fake her out, but she didn’t flinch as Dawn went for a feint. Chip read her intentions and parried her strike effortlessly, giving her several seconds to prepare for the retaliation.

Her movements were broad and clearly telegraphed as they traded blows, the same as when she sparred with her brother. Maybe she saw Dawn as another little sibling in need of encouragement, but she could never consider herself as such. Whatever she had to do to survive and no matter what she told herself, deep down she would never be a wild pokémon.

A speck of pale yellow high upon a cliff was visible out of the corner of her eye before it disappeared in a flash of violet. She snapped her head in its direction, wondering if she imagined what she thought she saw before a watery missile of a dewott slammed into her.

The aqua jet knocked her flat on her back and she looked up at a shell blade pointed to her face, Chip’s foot planted on her chest to make a point about not paying attention during a battle. Dawn felt a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance as the wild dewott shook her head and tsked at her sparring partner being so careless. She tried to get up with no success; Chip had too much leverage and she waited for the former human to admit defeat before putting her blade away and offering a hand.

Dawn accepted and Chip hoisted her back onto her feet, the two dewotts soaked again after finally drying off from the morning’s hunt. It was about time to check on the basculin again and they could dry off by the fire, but they’d probably be going swimming again later anyways.

“Such is life for a water type.” Dawn reminded herself.

The roasted fish’s skin was golden brown and crispy with a delicious smell coming from it. Chip hovered nearby as Dawn picked apart her meal, happily accepting any part she didn’t want. The wild dewott loudly chewed through pieces of meat filled with bones with her mouth open as Dawn thought back to the pokémon she briefly saw; she could have sworn it was an abra. The former researcher idly wondered what one could have been doing so far east. They didn’t live anywhere near the Cobalt Coastlands.

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Dawn carefully chipped serrations into one of her shell blades with a heavy rock that was whittled down to a point for such delicate work, just as her own dewott had shown her how to do a long time ago. The frequent maintenance kept the blade sharp and a serrated edge was far more durable.

Lian probably could have spent hours explaining how that worked and what stones were best for what tools before getting sidetracked into a discussion about Lord Kleavor’s axes or something. Dawn smiled to herself at the thought before remembering he was still out there with the rest of the wardens, enraged, delirious and in pain. Still patrolling their old homes and carrying out actions they performed as humans without understanding why.

They barely ate and accumulated countless injuries, but never died when starvation or infection should have killed them. The diseased wardens seemed quasi-immortal, though logically there must be a point where their bodies couldn’t handle anymore.

W hat a miserable way to go.

She pushed those thoughts aside and refocused on her shells, wanting to finish before it got too dark. The two samurotts were resting outside their den where the remains of the forest met the sand, Chip already asleep in the underground burrow. It felt too crowded with three adolescent otters and two alphas, even when the nest was extended with fortifying branches.

Fluffy was far too wound up to go to sleep anytime soon and was clambering over his tired parents, squeaking and whining for attention. They were making a point of ignoring him until he got bold enough to bite Rose on the forearm, getting him hoisted and lightly tossed with a half-hearted snarl that didn’t deter him.

Such behaviour may have seemed juvenile, and it was, but the dewott was close to mature enough to strike out on his own. Dawn wouldn’t be surprised if Chip decided she was ready to fend for herself and just took off in the middle of the afternoon one day.

The former human was nowhere close to a self sufficient adult and she was running out of time. She suspected the two dewotts would have been left to take care of themselves had it not been for the rift. Many pokémon were behaving strangely; staying in their dens unless absolutely necessary, avoiding seeking out mates, or ignoring traditional migratory routes. The samurotts likely wanted to keep an eye on them for a little longer with everything that was going on.

A large shadow silently passed overhead and Fluffy stiffened before darting into the burrow, Briar and Rose suddenly alert. The shadow was possibly a hungry staraptor they hadn’t heard approach, willing to try and snatch up a dewott right in front of its parents now that pickings were getting slim. Alternatively, it could have been one of the wardens, although Mai and Ingo were never that silent.

Dawn gripped the shell blade she was working on tightly until the shadow’s owner made another pass and a white bodied pokémon with red and blue markings came into view. The samurotts relaxed when they saw it was just a togekiss, but Dawn’s eyes widened at the unmistakable cap and large travel pack.

It was Volo! He was scanning the area for something and seemed to have found it when his eyes met hers and gracefully touched down. The alphas tilted their heads in his direction out of mild curiosity, wondering what business he had.

“Found you at last! I was looking everywhere for you, simply beside myself with worry.”

A feeling of apprehension settled in her stomach at the knowledge that she would have to explain that she had no interest in the merchant’s relic hunt or what the rest of the Survey Corps were doing.

“It just wouldn’t do to lose one of my best customers so I took it upon myself to search for you. And you’re quite fortunate to have found such excellent caretakers.“

Dawn bristled at the condescension in his words and the assumption she needed to be looked after like some helpless kid. Like being one of the most knowledgeable and skilled trainers in the region and a champion that faced off against hardened criminals accounted for nothing.

Well, he wasn’t wrong. A pokémon journey taught you many thing, but long term survival in such hostile wilderness was a whole different ball game.

She did need their help. From getting enough food to finding shelter, she was struggling to acclimate to her harsh reality and a bleeding heart wildly out of her depth.

But not for long. She’d learn all the necessary skills and purge the naivety and weakness holding her back. Until she was as mercenary and hard hearted as the samurotts that didn’t need anyone’s charity.

So why did the idea of just telling the merchant to take a hike feel so daunting?

“Do you know where the rest of the Survey Corps are?” she asked, feigning politeness. “They should have left Jubilife with all of the pokémon by now.”

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t be much of a merchant if I didn’t keep up on current events.”

He puffed out his chest feathers with the remark.

“They’re all lying low in a far away corner of Hisui along with the pokémon and any other odd survivor. Completely safe from the clan leaders and their wardens. The owner of the retreat kindly granted us somewhere to stay and her invitation is extended to you too, of course.”

So they had found some small nugget of civilization and would no doubt expect her to return to business as usual. Put her life in danger for basic necessities that could be taken away on a whim.

She could already imagine the shocked and dismayed looks on their faces at her refusal, the demands for explanations and arguments. Anxiety squirmed in her stomach at the thought of being stuck defending her choice from the remainder of the Survey Corps. Dawn would have to remain firm here to avoid such a confrontation or see if she could find some way to weasel her way out of joining Volo.

“It’s no palace, but it can serve as a decent base of operations and it certainly beats being raised by mightyenas,” he said, giving a pointed look in the direction of the den.

“I’ll be sure to say thanks...”

“You had us all quite worried, but there will be plenty of time to catch up on the way over.”

He extended a wing behind her back to guide her along, but she ducked out from under his feathers to stand her ground. There was no clever way out of this and it was now or never.

“No, I’m staying here.”

“I’m sorry?” Volo did a double take, unsure he heard her right.

“I said ‘no.’ Everyone that gives me a place to stay wants me to do dangerous chores for them and they can just take it away for no reason. If I’m going to have to put my life at risk, I don’t want to rely on anyone but myself.”

A dark look flitted across his face, similar to when a pokémon was using nasty plot, but it vanished just as quick. He let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat as he turned away.

“I see. Well, it should at least put the rest of the Galaxy Team’s minds at ease to know you’re alive. But I just can’t stop thinking about the wardens suffering out there.”

The merchant stole a glance back to check if his words had the desired effect, but Dawn remained impassive.

“Warden Ingo showed up in Hisui one day with no memories, just like you. Do you suppose there are people looking for him?”

Dawn felt a prickling guilt battling against her own feelings of betrayal. It wasn’t Ingo’s fault any of this happened and he couldn’t be held responsible for what happened in Lady Sneasler’s den, no matter how hurt she felt.

”Such a sad fate and they’d never even know what happened to him.”

The girl wondered many times where the warden came from and who he left behind. If his family was still looking for him. She strongly suspected he was from the same time period as her and it was why she promised to take him back with her. In order to keep her promise she was prepared to track down and fight whatever legendary she had to, but everything since then had left her feelings so muddled and her conscious so conflicted.

“Excuse us, but would you mind if we borrowed her for a moment to speak in private?” Rose stepped forward to ask.

Despite the politeness, it wasn’t really a request. Volo’s own affliction turned him into an alpha himself, but he looked small next to the samurotts, barely coming up to chest height.

“Not at all.”

The togekiss made a brief flight a short distance away that wasn’t really out of earshot.

“What do you think I should do? I want to help the wardens, but I don’t want to risk my life for people that can just kick me out if they feel like it.” Dawn asked, hoping Volo wouldn’t overhear her panicked whispering.

“What if I die trying to get the rest of the plates. What if the plates don’t do anything and they blame me again?”

“Frankly, I think the Nobles’ servants are beyond saving and they’re fools for not putting them down,” Briar said.

The former human couldn’t decide if she felt relieved or disappointed by his response.

“So you think I should stay with you?”

“We’re saying only you can decide that,” Rose clarified. “Neither of us really understand why the Nobles go to such lengths to protect those human towns. They’re certainly powerful enough that they don’t need a human to serve them, but I suppose they care about them in the same way most pokémon care about their own pack or offspring.”

“If I may be completely honest, I doubt you’ll survive the winter on your own,” Briar added.

Her insistence that she’d thrive on her own had been battling against a contrary anxiety at the back of her mind, an anxiety she didn’t fully allow herself to consider. But the samurott just went and confirmed what she feared deep down; that she wasn’t cut out for this and would die out here. Dawn felt like she was just a child playing pretend at being a hardened survivalist and looked down, crestfallen.

“So I don’t really have a choice.”

The alpha leaned down, his eyes surprisingly soft and wide with understanding.

“You always have a choice. The ability to depend on your blade and yourself is what makes those choices meaningful. But neither path is going to be easy.”

Rose gave a faint smile of encouragement.

“The best thing you can do is choose what matches your beliefs, so what do you value?”

Dawn shook her head. “I don’t know anymore. Right now I just want to survive.”

“Then what gives you the best odds of survival?” Briar asked.

She stopped to ponder the question. All the times she thrived in modern Sinnoh and ancient Hisui were when she had pokémon by her side and was able to plan and strategize. When there was hot food and decent bedding to go back to and people to fall back on if things got dicey.

Was spite really worth it?

She couldn’t imagine carrying on like this. Maybe she should just swallow her pride and go crawling back, do whatever they wanted for a roof over her head.

“No,” Dawn decided quickly.

She would be willing to work for her keep if she had to, but she would not go back out there when no one else had to. Perhaps they wouldn’t kick her out for being unable to solve all their problems this time. At the very least she could get her pokémon back; it would be a relief to have them by her side if she had to move on.

“I’ve always been at my best when I have a group of pokémon to work with. I’m better at solving a problem by understanding their strengths and weaknesses with teamwork than hunting or fighting myself.”

The patriarch bowed his head.

“Then there’s not much more we can teach you.”

A familiar ringtone came from the hollow tree stump she had stashed all of her old belongings in, her Arc phone updated with where she should head next. She retrieved her satchel and the phone within it, glad she hadn’t pitched it into the sea like she’d been sorely tempted to do.

Dawn returned to the samurott pair, her eyes watering as gratitude welled up from inside her. Her own hardships didn’t have to be their responsibility, but they decided to include her in what they chose to care about.

“Thank you for everything.”

The samurotts nodded silently before plodding back towards their den. There wasn’t really anything else that needed to be said to a dewott ready to leave the nest. Dawn put on her scarf and headkerchief as she ran down the mixture of ash and sand towards Volo, who was busy pretending he wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.

“Oh, have you changed your mind?”

The girl merely adjusted her satchel in preparation for the journey.

“I’m ready to go.”

“Excellent! I knew you’d come to your senses.” Volo lifted off and flew shortly above the charred remains of the forest. “If you’ve finished saying your goodbyes, we can get there early enough to manage a good nights sleep.”

Dawn looked back over her shoulder for one last look at the den before following the merchant to wherever this mysterious retreat was.