#is that all we're worried about and not the width?

[cultivating-wildflowers]

the one time I said "I'm going to gauge this project" and the guidelines for the gauge still confuse me, even four days out

is it just me or is it impossible to get a 4 inch square that's only 14 stitches wide yet 12 rows of stitches tall??

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Suddenly everytime Bruce is like

"If I commit even a single murder, I'll never be able to stop."

Make so much sense actually bc FR if he gets a taste like that's it, game fucking over

Also op please what continuity is this bc this is WILD I NEED the comics

I knew that Bruce was full of anger as a young teen, always starting fights at school, but I learnt today that he also:

Burnt his teacher's front yard after being asked a question that triggered him.

Was obsessed with toy guns and wanted to go gun down criminals, which led to Gordon taking him on a trip to Arkham (not as a prisoner, but as a "Wanna finish like this???")

Poisoned a classmate and locked him in the boiler room to die (he didn't and Bruce was expelled) after Alfred told him to be less physical and more smart at stopping bullying.

And this was before he was 15. People must have thought he was going to become a serial killer.

Anyway, I need fics where his kids learn this OR have to deal with "violence is not the question, it's the answer" small Bruce.

[sashiavi]

Kent ramble incoming ehehe.. gonna be dumping all my nasty old man ideas onto you and neet cause i love how u two write him <33 (if that’s all right, that is)

But ive been thinking ab the farmer going to a free use/glory hole & Kent following her.. she’s trying to get her feelings for Kent out of her system with an anonymous fuck but she ends up getting used by him without her even realizing. He ends up giving himself away while they fuck and he makes sure she can’t do anything but take it while he admonishes her for even thinking about going to anyone else- nobody will be able to fuck her like he can ( ˋ⁻̫ˊ) Ψ

@neetily we're being fed •///• and now my brain has been sparked, whoops, I wrote smth..

Need Kent to dump his cu

Longing for Kent at the Glory Holes</3

Warnings: age gap, implied infidelity, glory holes, cum.. like a lot of it... piv, fingering, cunilingus, daddy talk, choking, general sashiavi nastiness yk how it is

Word Count - 2k

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You knew you were wrong for it. Watching the older man from across the bar, late nights at the saloon, knowing better that you shouldn't- You couldn't! You cannot be thinking about him like this.

Not when you're best friends with his son, always around the house, coming out of Sam’s room for a glass of water when you know Kent would be lounged on the couch - Just to give him a little, nervous wave. It was wrong.. skittering around his home with his family around, catching a greedy glimpse of him any time you could, eyes flicking to him at the dining table after his own wife had invited you to stay for supper.

You shouldn't eye him up like that at the luau, eyes locked on to the heavy drag of his boardshorts, weighted down with the drippings of ocean water. Just below his tummy, soft with age and fit with his lifestyle, happy trail moist and tacky against his skin as it disappears into his bottoms. The fabric runs taught on his hipbones, deliciously low before the show is over and he pulls them up with a hook of his thick finger.

You're embarrassing yourself - Wearing pretty outfits in his presence, that ditzy demeanour truly born up from the bubble of anxiety swirling in your tummy from just being around him! So nervous and stuttery, dolly eyes flicking up to Kent's hardened gaze.. Of course it works, of course he starts cracking, falling for a sweet cutie like you.

But you don't know that- So lost in your worrying, dreamy and sweetly moaning into your knuckles as your cunt squelches around your fingers, milky and gushy insides making a mess on your fingers. Crying for him, mewling out his name unapologetically as you carefully sink yourself down on your new dildo - Silky and velvet silicone, fat in width, kissing yours insides while your vibrator buzzes aggressively against your pert clit in an attempt to soothe the wild stretch.

But soon that's not enough, is it? Such fantasies carried out all alone? You needed more, but you couldn't have him... Right?

You couldn't fool around in town either - Whispers would carry faster than the wind. You needed an out.

The Calico Desert was far enough.. An elusive Casino stands with an underground secret, Red Rooms for pleasure, anonymous glory holes for those who just needed a release with no strings attached. A perfect place for your fantasies, with real partners to play with!

Especially your new mystery man..

With his weighty cock poking through the cut out hole in the wall, struggling to stand tall with the sheer thickness of it, bobbing with arousal. It was pulsey, a thick vein running up the undershaft giving a flex as blood rushed to the rosy pink tip oozing up droplets of milky pre cum, practically dripping like drool, Yoba, it was as if it was crying for you.

He was thick, girth making irony saliva pool under your tongue, swallowing proving pointless at the sight of this cock - Picture perfect for your fantasy, a thick brush of hair on his base and balls, sack hanging heavy surely filled with plenty of thick, ropey cum. Scent the perfect musk, it felt manly- One of the traits that drew you to liking Kent in the first place!

Not like the people you hung out with, those younger males that could be the picture perfect partner for you, save for just how unsure they were about everything. Or those other Bachelors.. A little older and still just as lost- Kent had a bout of maturity attached to him, life seemingly plenty figured out, stable.. And yet you wanted to break it down.

Any guilt that dared to ping in your chest didn't last long. Not with the crane of your partner's hips, forcing the head of his cock to press a wet kiss to your cheek. If only he could see the hearts in your eyes, the dribble of spit that slipped from your tongue as you licked your lips

Soon, his length was down your throat, fat and chubby tip gagging up a sweet gurlgy moan, spitty and slick from your lips, wrapped around his thick length. He played rough with you, a heavy hand coming through the hole opening, thick fingers twirling into your hair for a better grip. Forcing your throat to be a personal toy, a rough face fucking you could only dream about.

You jaw aches, stingy with the stretch of this stranger's girth, tongue sore from rough use- Your eyes roll, bleary and pooled with fat tears, looking up all crossyee at nothing, pretending you were locking eyes with the Military Man that had tugged on your heart. Soft hazels surely hardens with a scrunch of his brow, nose crinkled in hot pleasure.. You blink your tears, letting them roll down your cock filled cheeks.

Your pussy drools, pooling behind the sheeny fabric of your panties, sticky to the touch of your fingers as you rub, easily bleeding through the fabric. Your mind chants his name, over and over like a mantra, 'Kent, Kent, Kent~!' Throwing in dirty-sweet petnames into the mix, Would he let you call him Sir? Mister Military Man so strong and authoritive? Would he groan if you cried out something more? 'Daddy, Daddy! Oh pleaseee Daddy!' Begging on your knees for him, that gentle and sweet family man taking out all those frustrations on your body. You breathe against your mystery man's base, huffy and hyper, desperate to take him all.

It's so much, maybe even too much. The perfect fantasy nearly coming true! Just missing that one main ingredient..

No time to think now though, right? Not when your mystery man groans from behind his gritted teeth, fist tightening in your hair when he busts himself down your throat, a healthy dump of cum squirting rope after rope. It's a wonder you don't choke - more than you already had been - With the thick white paint of his cum load, sputtering from your cheeks with a struggled cough fron yourself. He uses it like lube, hips snapping to fuck himself through it all, long and strong, milking out Every. Last. Drop.

You don't want it to end. Wanna keep the lovely weight of this stranger's cock nestled sweetly on your tongue, wanna pepper Kisses and Kitten licks over his flushed tip, wanna imagine you were pampering your older crush, treating him sweeter than any other could.

Ah but he pulls away, forcing up a pitifully sad whine from your throat, making you swallow thickly, savouring the remnants of that musky milky cum he'd gifted you. You lament in the loss, lips pouted in a little wobble, heart hammering blood to your head, beating with the achy throb of your neglected cunt.

The hand in your hair moves to your cheek, cupped warm, skin rough, a calloused thumb tracing over your swollen, cum stained lips.

"S' your turn. Yeah?" His voice was deep. Rasped and rough with a twinge of an accent, hearty and southern, tainted with a touch of age. Yoba your heart flutters- This was too good to be true!

You dare to peek, watery, doe eyes looking up at this man woth a doll-like look, seeing the outline of his features in the dim light - God your chest pangs, a spike of embarrassment, lust, nervousness, excitement, arousal - His thumb pulls on your bottom lip, dragging the swollen plumpness before he let's it go with a pop.

"S'Get 'outta here." The corner of his mouth barely lifts into a quip of a smirking grin.

"Kent..?" Disbelief gnaws at your tone. He only hums, a short sound of agreeance, kicking his head in the direction of the more intimate rooms with a short lift of his chin.

Ooh he treats you well. Head between your legs, lips smacking at the folds of your pussy, heavy hands planted on your thighs while his battle-worn fingers wrap around, blunt nails digging into your soft and sensitive flesh. He feasts like a starved man, suckling at your supple-sweet wetness, fat lapping licks of his pink tongue, jamming the muscle into your cunt hole before he's back on your clit. You squeal and squeak, fingers tugging at his hair, weaving into desperate fists, grinding your core on his lips and tongue- Yoba he takes it too, works with your movements, following your hips in sweet tandem.

He's rough with your cunt, spitting a fat glob of hot saliva before he laps it up, hazel eyes on you as he does so before they flutter shut with a scrunch of his brow and a shake of his head- Devouring your pussy once again, nose jutting into your clit while his tongue fucks past the ring of your pussy.

You have to be ready for him, yeah? Nice and wet and gushy.. Squirting all over his face before he even thinks about sinking his cock into you.

He makes you lick it off of his lips, tongue cleaning up the mess you left on his chin and cheeks, stealing hot slick and saliva filled kisses in the mix, tongues swirling, catching and suckling against eachother as two deft fingers jam into your waiting cunt.

Your fingers were incomparable to his own, too small to reach into the depths of your sweetness, too weak to curl and finger bang the fuck out of your poor pussy, squelchy and wet despite the messy squirt of your orgasm.

"Eyes on me, Darl'.." Kent orders, voice softer than his actions. Your lips part, jaw dropped in hot pleasure, eyes going into a blurred fuzz, his features disappearing as his fingers curl and curl and curl- Until you're left empty, gasping as fingers smack lovingly on your sticky clit, spiky pain and pleasure jutting up your body.

You're not empty for long though, easily plugged up with the thickness of Kent's cock, slowly sinking into your prepped up pussy just like you always imagined with your silly silicone toy. He kisses you through it, the whines and wobbly frown, a hand coming to rest a supple squeeze on your throat, hushing you as he bottoms out.

"S'okay Darlin'.." He coos roughly, hips beginning to hump a pace, rolling grinds against your public mound. "S'What you wanted, right Dolly? Yeahhh? Pretty lil' fuck doll aren'tcha? Thaaaats right.." All coos and sweet words despite the mean squeeze of his palm on your throat and the quick snapping of his hips.

Yoba, he mounts you. Hooking his free palm under your leg, knee to ear while he pounds at your pussy. Plap, plap, plap, skin on skin, wet and slick from the thin sheen of sweat that dared to wash over your skin and the gush of fluids from your supple cunt.

This was it- this was everything you had ever imagined, your perfectly lewd fantasy finally coming to fruition, taking the Kent's thick married cock, lovingly squeezing at his girth, hearts in your eyes as you choke a choppy babble past the tenseness of his hand on your throat; "Wa..nt need- Lov- Y..ou... please- Da..ddy...~"

It's enough to have Kent groaning deep, once fast fucking hips favouring a hard Roll. Slow. Mean. Snapping. Thrusts. Breath huffed in time with his hips, teeth grit as he speaks.

"Tryana' be my Baby? Hmmm?? Daddy's. Sweet. Lil'. Girl?" Words punctuated with his thrusts, pudgy tip kissing your insides with every snap. It seems to have triggered something in him, hazel eyes blown up, pupils dilated big and black, sweat dripping from his brow. "Daddy's sweet n'- Fuck.. His pretty Dolly, yeah??" You nod, strained against the hand on your throat, his fingers guaring your jaw, movement limited, the most pathetic and eager little nod he'd ever seen.

His hand comes off, planting under your other knee and you're manhandled into a dirty mating press, cock drilling into your poor pussy from above.

You knew you were wrong for it. And you're sure he knows it too. But Yoba be dammed if you ever go back to pitiful, longing looks from across the bar after this.

[whor-pheus]

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ive been thinking ab joel's final death sm since i watched his episode and im gonna get tism about it

Disclaimer that i DID realise some of this from another post but i cannot for the life of me remember who it was from aaa

SO! Lets look at all the other winners' deaths first. and lets take the context of minecraft out of this, esp for when we get to joel's Grian - Jumped off a cliff. Simple and effective, but also quick considering he was low health and had no armour. In a real life version, he probably would have broken his neck and died instantly Scott - Struck by lightning. I know technically it was the Watchers, but 'divine intervention' isn't exactly an IRL cause of death, nor are 'kill commands' from a non-story pov, so we'll stick with the lightning. ANYWAY, yes, lightning. In terms of death, it stops the heart. So, pretty fast, but definitely painful Pearl - Exploded. Once again, technically that's not her actual C.O.D but once again, soulmates do not exist (in the same capacity as DL, at the very least) in real life, so we're going with this. Because of how close Pearl was to Scott when he set off the TNT, she likely would've died from internal organ damage, possibly even having her heart muscle walls rupture, plus any additional damage from the schrapnel that no doubt wouldve hit her (although she definitely would've already been dead by that point). Alternatively, you could say she died of 'Heartbreak' (because her soulbound died), which I'd probably compare to a heart attack. While you can't say for certain how long the explosion death wouldve taken because of the variables, a heart attack has an upper limit, so to speak, of about 3-4 hours. Unless we're talking about Sudden Cardiac Death which is, as you might expect, instantaneous suspension of heart activity. It's pretty interesting that both of Pearl's death possibilities link back to her heart in some way in DL, but I digress Martyn - Same as Scott's lmao Scar - He's actually the only one, to my knowledge, who did not die. Which, again, is very interesting when you tie it back to his Earth (? i think? i forget lmao) association. hes not allowed to die

NOW we look at joel. Teleportation is, naturally, not a thing we can do irl (at least currently lmfaoo), so there's not an easy way to compare it like with the others. BUT that doesnt mean we can't do our damn best first, teleportation is what kept Joel alive for so long during part of the session. The fact that he uses the very thing that saved his life for so long to end it is just beautifully symbollic. not to mention the way he was laughing and making fun of his literal hunters as there were at least 5 or 6 people trying to kill him at any given point despite the fact that the entire episode he was nervous and worried about dying last minute is so painfully joel. but lets look at the actual contents of his death for a minute. Joel dies from fall damage after repeatedly throwing enderpearls into the air. He does not remove his armour for this and is at almost full health. He is, effectively, torturing himself. In minecraft, you can throw an enderpearl directly up into the air about 30 blocks. since he was throwing them forwards, as well, we'll say its only going up 25. that would still be 25 square metres, and almost 270,00 feet. but, obviously, we're taking liberties here because it's minecraft, so lets just say its 25 feet. Still, that is an insane number. That is half the length of a basketball court, the width of about four cars (on average) and four fridges (again, on average) stacked on top of eachother. And he does this (by my count) seven times in a row before dying. Everyone else died instantly in game, and more-or-less instantly from a real life standpoint, as well If that doesn't put in perspective how violent Joel's death was, i dunno what could

big fan of the angst potential here chat

[jaemmphilia]

★ 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦: 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵 ★ || han j.s

★ summary: after cleaning up the amazing dinner you all had, you, chan, han, and jeongin walk to the convenience store to get some drinks. you stick close to han, thanking him for being such a sweetheart to you. the four of you get back to the house, and then the nine of you relax by the fire pit. one too many drinks later, you end up tangled in han's embrace.

★ characters: bang chan, lee know, changbin, y/n (he/him pronouns and a masculine frame), hyunjin, han, felix, seungmin, i.n

★ warnings: alcohol, drunk skz, drunken sex, unprotected sex (don't be like them, guys), they're falling in love your honor, the reader is the bottom in this one, sorry not sorry

★ word count: 3.8K (3587)

★ binnie's thoughts: welcome to part three of the mixtape: black diamonds series! we're almost to the end of the series and i'm a little sad...but no worries, i have another series coming soon!

★ requested?: X

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so enjoy! this part contains smut, so minors do not interact!

“Alright, everyone text me what kind of drink you kids want!” 

Chan’s voice rings out through the house, and you can hear various replies from the members who aren’t coming along. You shrug on your coat, watching as Han tugs on his shoes next to you. 

At first you didn’t want to walk to the convenience store, but when Han notified you that he was tagging along, you jumped up eagerly (you nearly fell when you jumped, but you played it off real smooth). You’ll take any opportunity you can get if it means you get to spend time with the younger male. 

You slip on your shoes, standing by the door with Jeongin, waiting for your leader to lead you all to the corner store. Once the oldest male appears, the four of you venture out into the biting nighttime air. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself. You didn’t really expect it to be so cold out tonight, or else you would have brought a bigger jacket. 

Suddenly, you feel light warmth at your right side, and you look over to see Han walking beside you. There’s not much room in between you both, maybe about the width of a toothpick’s worth of room. You flash him a smile, and he gives you one in return. Jeongin and Chan walk a few feet ahead of you, the two of them locked in conversation. 

You and Han walk beside each other, your arms touching occasionally due to the close proximity you two are in. You playfully nudge his arm, making him stumble to the side dramatically with a soft laugh. He nudges you back, and it goes back and forth for a bit. The two of you stop, giggling like little schoolgirls talking about crushes. 

On the topic of crushes, you find yourself stealing short glances at Han whenever he’s near you. You often take in his appearance: his ashy gray hair, his naturally tan skin that reminds you of the summers in Georgia. His smile, gummy and wide, his eyes crinkling into squinty crescents. His laugh, so loud and joyous, it makes your heart swell. You want to make sure he’s always smiling and laughing, you never want to see him sad. You don’t want to admit that you have a crush on the younger male, considering that you’ve really only known him for a couple of hours. But you can’t deny what your heart feels, so maybe you’ll just keep your feelings to yourself until you feel that the time is right. 

“So, how did you feel about being put into the group like this? I’m just a little curious.” Han asks once you both stop nudging each other. You think about his answer for a second before replying.

“At first I was upset. I trained for three years, hoping that I would be put into a group, each and every one of us climbing the ladder to success. I was hoping to debut just like everyone else, having to get to know my group mates and finding out if our dynamics will work or not. I didn’t want to be shoved into a group that was already so close-knit.” you reply, keeping your eyes glued to the rocky street under your shoes. You kick a small rock, watching as it rolls a few short inches in front of you. 

Han hums as he listens to you, taking in your words. He may not understand exactly how you feel, but he understands that being thrown into a group that’s at the peak of its career can be quite scary for one person. At first he was iffy about having a stranger join his found family, but the more he talks to you, the more he wants to get to know you as a person. 

He wants to know everything. Your favorite color, favorite food, favorite animal. Are you a morning or night person? Do you have any hobbies? Do your freckles go past your face, do you have any on your body? Do you have more beauty marks that litter your body? 

Do you whine when someone touches your soft skin?

Han shakes his head in shock. Where in the hell did that come from? He doesn’t know what came over him just now, he’s never really thought about anyone like that before, especially not someone he’s just met. He fights the red hue that creeps up his neck and ears. 

He notices your eyes on him, and he opens his mouth to reply, but you beat him to it. “Han-ah, your ears are super red. Is it too cold out for you?” you say to him, a slight tease to your voice. 

He slaps his hands over his ears, shaking his head in denial. “No! I’m perfectly fine!” He defends himself with a huff followed by a cute pout. You laugh at him as you notice the bright lights of the corner store come into view. You speed up a bit to catch up with Chan and Jeongin. The three of you enter the little store as Han hangs a bit behind. This guy is going to be the death of me, he thinks to himself as he speeds up to follow you into the store. 

You walk up and down the drink aisle, taking in all the options. You wish you had some money, because there’s a strawberry margarita drink that’s calling your name. You huff and search for Chan. Once you find him, he gives you a confused look.

“Did you not want a drink?” he asks, reaching up to grab a drink for one of the other members. You tilt your head.

“No, I don’t have any money.” you say, lightly scratching your arm due to light nervousness. 

“Don’t worry about it. The company is paying for it.” Chan replies with a cheeky wink, grabbing another drink and placing it in his little shopping basket. He chuckles as you rush off to grab the drink you want. He takes the drink from you as you walk out of the store with Han and Jeongin. He remembers being very iffy about you joining the group, but now that he’s gotten to actually talk to you and he’s heard your story, he finds himself wanting to protect you. Even if he’s not an actual father, it just feels natural to him. Call it a father’s intuition, if you will.

You stand outside the corner store with Han and Jeongin, and you’re showing Jeongin some pictures of your pet hedgehogs, named Sonic and Amy (Amy isn’t even a female hedgehog, but that doesn’t matter to you), the two younger males cooing and fawning over the spiky little creatures. Once you all see Chan stepping out of the store, you turn your phone to face him. 

“Chan-hyung, look at my pets back home!” you say in English, your smooth southern accent thick as you speak. You scroll through the hundreds of pictures you have of Sonic and Amy in your gallery. Chan just chuckles, finding your adoration for the small animals cute. 

“They’re super cute. Do you miss them?” Chan asks as he starts walking back to the house they’re staying in. Somehow the hefty plastic bag gets passed to Han, who dramatically complains about the weight of the bag. Jeongin just laughs, ignoring his hyung’s cries. 

You shake your head at Han before you turn your attention back to the oldest male. “Yeah, they live back with my ma and pa. I wish I coulda taken them with me, but they woulda hated travellin’ all the way here.” you say, stuffing your chilly hands into the pockets of your puffy jacket. 

Han listens to you speak in English, and he picks up how you pronounce the words. He notices that it’s totally different from how Chan and Felix pronounce English words. He’s never heard an accent like yours, it sounds like butter, or the smoothest caramel being drizzled over an icy bowl of ice cream. He wants you to whisper in his ear, so he can pick apart your accent in a more intimate setting. He wants you to say his name, wants to hear you tell him that he’s doing a good job at pleasing you. He tries to rid himself of those thoughts, but it’s impossible when you’re having a pleasant conversation with Chan just a few steps in front of him.

Han feels Jeongin saddle up beside him. He already knows the younger is going to say something totally obvious. 

“You like YN-hyung, don’t you?” He says, the slyest of smiles painting his face as he looks at Han. Han sputters in shock at the younger male’s bizarre accusation. 

“Wha– no way! We just met him today!” Han defends himself, crossing his arms across his broad chest. Jeongin just snorts out a laugh, not believing a word that comes from his hyung’s mouth. 

“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, hyung.” Jeongin doesn’t comment on it after that. But now he has some juicy gossip to tell Seungmin once he gets to the house. 

The four of you finally arrive at the house with the drinks. You step into the house, sighing deeply at the warmth that engulfs you. You slip off your shoes and tug off your jacket. You make your way into the house, following Chan as he goes to the area where the fire pit is. Han follows behind you as he slips on the slippers he was wearing previously. 

The nine of you are sitting around the fire pit, Han is to your left while Felix is at your right. You have a thick blanket draped on your lap, the other ends of the blanket draped over Han and Felix’s laps. You’re nice and cozy in your chair, your sweet drink in your hand as you listen to Changbin tell some story about his childhood. 

He’s yelling about something his sister had done to him back when he was younger. You can tell he’s becoming more drunk, his neck is starting to turn a little red and he’s kind of stumbling over his words. 

Honestly, you’re starting to feel a little tipsy yourself. You’ve never been amazing at holding your alcohol, but you don’t get shit-faced after two drinks like other people. But you can’t deny the light feeling in your bones, the sweet but artificial taste of strawberries lingering on your tongue. 

As you all begin to finish your first drinks, some of the boys retire for the night. The two youngest are the first ones to leave, and Hyunjin follows them not long after. You and the remainder of the boys are all talking and drinking, you’re telling them the story of how your twin sisters locked you outside of the house as a dog chased the three of you down the street. 

“So I trip and fall flat on my face, and the older twin, Baehwi, just ran faster towards our house. The younger twin, Dagum, she ran track at the time, was already at the house and she was holding the door open for Baehwi. I’m laying on the concrete, my nose is gushing blood, and there's a massive dog coming my way,” you say, sitting up in your seat as you retell the story, “I manage to get up and run to the house, but my knees are all scraped up and i’m still stumbling.

“I finally make it to the door and I try to open it, but it’s locked. I was freaking out and banging on the door, crying and bleeding from my nose. The dog is pretty damn close now, and it’s inches away from biting my ass. But my dad came to my rescue, he opened the door and chased the dog off with a broom. Now I’m terrified of big dogs.” You finish your story, bringing your drink to your mouth, tipping the can up, finishing the rest of the sweet liquid. 

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Changbin slurs his words as he nearly falls over in his chair with a strangled shout, making you all laugh. 

You all miss the devious look on Lee Know’s flushed face as his brain plots something. “How about I start us off?” He asks as he sets his empty drink down. He’s got this smile on his face that just screams that he’s up to no good. 

“YN, truth or dare?” 

You turn towards him when you hear him say your name. You’ve never been one to turn down a dare, so you grin at Lee Know. “Dare.” you say with full confidence.

Lee Know grins wider and crosses his arms with his eyebrow cocked. “I dare you to sit on Han’s lap for the rest of the game.” He says, earning a round of gasps and ‘ooh’s’ from everyone else. 

“That’s it? That’s too easy.” you say and get up from your seat, and you plop yourself down on Han’s lap. 

Han absolutely malfunctions. You just sat yourself on his lap as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You’re seated right on his half-hard dick and you wiggle a little to get comfortable. He bites back a moan as your ass rubs against him. He bites his bottom lip, and his hands automatically wrap around your middle as you finally get comfy. Han knows he’s a little drunk and undoubtedly very horny, because he adjusts his hips and he knows you can feel his dick through his pants and the blanket. 

“You look mighty comfortable, YN-ah,” Lee Know says, his gaze zeroed in on Han and his red-tinted cheeks and ears, “are you comfortable too, Hannie?” he teases.

Han grits his teeth at his hyung and just gives a thumbs up. 

The game continues, each of you doing stupid dares and answering stupid questions. You and Han remain by the fire pit, everyone else retired to bed. You’re still seated on his lap, but you’re facing him now. Your arms are around his neck, your chest flush against his as you lay your head on his shoulder. His hands are placed on your ass, his fingers lightly gripping the meaty flesh. 

You lift your head from his shoulder and you look at him. You take in his features, the shape of his eyes, to his cupid’s bow. You think he’s so handsome, especially like this: red-faced and his hair all messy. You run your hand through his hair as he looks up at you. You exchange smiles before you find yourselves leaning on closer. It’s not much longer until your lips are meeting in the middle. At first the kiss is just an experimental press, until you start to move your lips against Han’s. 

The two of you kiss for a bit until it becomes a full-blown make out session. The two of you are pretty much humping each other in the chair meant for one person. You’re grinding your hips against his, and you can feel his hands roaming your torso under your teal sweater. His hands are cold compared to your warm skin. It makes you shiver. 

You finally pull away from Han, lightly panting as you stare at each other. You both break out into giggles, neither of you believing that you just made out like it was nothing. 

“Why don’t we take this inside? We can use my room,” you offer, your fingers tangling in his ashy gray strands of hair. Han looks up at you, a dumb grin painted on his face. You snort out a laugh, “why are you smiling at me like that?”

“Because you’re just so pretty and hot sitting on my lap and kissing me. It’s driving me crazy.” He says, his eyes closing when he finishes talking. 

You shake your head and remove yourself from his lap. He lets out a whine followed by a pout, his eyes opening once again. This man is definitely not beating the babygirl allegations, you think to yourself as you pull Han up and out of the chair. His body slumps against yours, his head in your neck. You feel him place wet, open mouth kisses on your skin, making your knees a little weak (they’re already weak because of the alcohol, but who cares). 

“Come on, I’m horny and want you inside me like, right now.” You say to Han, and those words alone make him perk up and drag you inside the house. He makes a beeline for your room at the end of the hall. He throws the door open, pushing you inside, gently, and locks it once you’re both inside.

You stumble a little as the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. Han makes quick strides towards you and he connects his lips with yours as he pushes his chest against yours. His hands are on both of your cheeks as he shoves his tongue in your mouth. You move your lips against his, your own tongue gliding against his. You can taste the sweet and semi-bitter essence of the alcohol he was drinking not long ago. 

The two of you keep making out in a different position. Han is hovering on top of you, his lips not leaving yours for a second. His chilly hands are rubbing shapes along your naked chest, your shirt long gone in the corner of the room. Han grinds his hips against you, his hard cock slides against yours through your black sweatpants. 

Han pulls away from the kiss to breathe. He looks down at your face, your eyes half-closed, your lips glossy with his saliva mixed with your own. Your chest is heaving slightly, trying to keep up with Han’s eagerness. You’re dizzy, your head is spinning with lust and intense amounts of need. 

Han tugs off his shirt, tossing the fabric behind him, not caring where it lands. You bring your hands up, gripping his pecs which makes him let out a soft groan. You grin, pinching his skin near his nipples. His mouth falls open, the slight pain from the pinches making him moan softly. You finally pinch his nipples, rolling them between your fingers. You drink in the whines he’s letting out, the sound no different than the sweetest music. 

After playing with his chest for a bit, you both move on to the good stuff. You both rid yourselves of any remaining clothes, and Han flips you onto your stomach. He grabs your hips and lifts them up until your hole is level with his face. You allow yourself to be manhandled by him, the feeling of his hands gripping your flesh tightly. 

“Your skin is so soft, and you smell so good all over,” Han says, his cool breath fanning your hole, causing you to clench a bit, “even here.” You feel his tongue prod at your hole. 

You jerk forward a bit, but Han tugs you right back to him. He holds your hips tight to make sure you don’t get away from him again. He licks at your hole some more, until he slips the tip of his tongue inside you. You whine out, the sound mostly muffled by the pillow under you. 

He works you open with his tongue and fingers until he deems you ready for his fat cock. He’s so hard that it’s becoming painful. His tip is damn near purple, a bead of precome gathering at his slit. He pulls away from your ass, wiping his mouth to rid himself of the slobber. He admires the view in front of him: your head is down, ass up in the air. The flesh of your ass is tinted red from how hard he was gripping onto you. Your hole is slick with his spit, your cock and balls hanging heavy in between your thighs. He can see the precome dripping from your tip, the semi-thick liquid falling on the bed. Your body is shaking as you breathe out. 

Han decides not to use a condom, he’s too drunk to care about using one. He just gets on his knees, lining his hard cock up with your hole. He pushes the tip in first, drinking in the noise you let out. A high pitched whine mixed with a moan. He allows you to adjust to the feeling, waiting for you to give him the green light. 

“Sunige,” you whine out, raising up to look at him over your shoulder, “please, move..” 

Who is he to deny his adorable hyung of that? He would be considered a monster. He slides his entire length inside you, his tip lightly kissing that spot deep inside you. You bite into the pillow under you, drool falling from your mouth. Han scoffs and reaches forward, tugging your hair. He pulls your head up, causing your back to arch. 

“Who told you to hide your moans in the pillow?” he asks, his voice harsh and commanding. It catches you off guard (especially after he just snatched you by your hair..). 

You cry out as he slowly starts to thrust his hips inside you. He still has a nice grip on your hair, your back arched as he rocks into you. “I’m sorry, Sungie.. I won’t do it again.” 

“Damn right you won’t. I’m the one in charge right now.” He growls out and he slams his hips forward and back, causing your body to jerk forward from the amount of force. 

He keeps pounding into your body, and you’ve already come twice. You can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to cum too early. You just happen to be more sensitive, which always leads to multiple orgasms on your end. You do feel his thrusts become sloppy, and his breathing picks up. You know he’s close, and you can feel a third orgasm creeping in your bones. 

“Holy shit. You’re just sucking me in, baby.” He says, giving a few more thrusts before he buries himself deep inside you, his warm cum filling you up. 

Your poor arms give out from under you, your upper body collapsing on the bed. You’re panting, trying to come down from such an intense moment. Han remains inside you, a little afraid that if he does pull out, you’ll start dripping all over the bed. He pulls out, quickly bringing his hand to your ass, cupping around your hole just in case anything does fall out. He reaches over to get some tissues and he starts cleaning you up. 

When he realizes that you haven't moved, his semi-drunk brain thinks he killed you. He frantically moves to see if you are indeed still alive, he lets out a breath of relief. You’re alive, snoozing away. He’s amused, you fell asleep so quickly after all of that exertion. 

“Well, sweet dreams, YN-hyung.” He chuckles and makes himself comfortable under the blankets with you. You automatically latch onto him, nuzzling into his warm body, still very much asleep. 

You don’t know what this means for the two of you, but that’s a conversation for sober YN and Han. 

[chronicsyd]

yea, we ALL know why I'M here at this point (like most people i waited All Night for this thing) but Enough Yapping, let's do this! (go watch it first, I'll be doing an Excessive deep dive of this thing (I also had a couple of drafts I've made in the last 48 hours talking about certain worries I've seen from the fandom about season 2, but decided to lay off posting about it until the trailer came out so I'll be addressing some of those in a later post as well), and as always, leakers will be blocked and deleted).

SO, with All That outta the way, let's get into it: Firstly, i was left Completely Speechless by this whole thing like HOLY SHIT! i don't even know What to SAY! Yes we've had a few repeat scenes from the old teaser and clips but obviously the new stuff's what I'm more interested in.

The trailer opens up with Vi admitting to Caitlyn that she was right and saying "My sister is gone. there's only Jinx now." which is something that I've been speculating about since June (well the "there's only Jinx and Jinx is the one that needs to be stopped" thing), so we've already had a clear cut path where Vi is concerned. BUT what interests me is that first part of the conversation is still part of when she's talking to her in her Enforcer Uniform, so her head's probably telling her that stopping Jinx is the right thing to do here after what happened with the Council.

I also don't think I've mentioned this in a post, but I've also had speculation that the person in the hood from the teaser was Jinx not Viktor (just things like how the shoulder width didn't seem to match him but the one second clip we got of him i wasn't able to cross-reference all that well, also the monkey painting in the background added to that factor) but it seems like the show is reenforcing that this is Jinx here.

I've also somehow underestimated just HOW unhinged Caitlyn's going to be this season. like "I want to tear that laugh from her throat forever." is a Crazy line like Jesus Cait!

But what sticks out to me about this scene is not only the fact that Vi's very clearly crying here, you can tell not only by the length of her hair but the fact that the black seems to be somewhat fading means that she spends quite a bit of time hiding out in Zaun (downright Confirming about my thoughts of a timeskip from my last post). Now of course we don't have the context about what she's crying about but it seems like she's just overall frustrated about her situation. But another thing that actually pops up later in the trailer is that Vi actually still has her hair like this,

which means that I actually might be wrong about Vi being in Zaun before she's even in her Enforcer getup with Caitlyn. it seems to me that this whole thing with Vi wearing black actually happens after she fights against Jinx in the temple, perhaps thinking that being an Enforcer and in Piltover with Caitlyn isn't the right choice for her and tries to go about life her own way for a while (which is probably the thing we're "going to hate" when it comes to Caitvi).

Now, the next part of the trailer is what they already showed us with Caitlyn and Jinx talking to Ambessa and Sevika so i don't need to go over that again. However right after that, Sevika asks Jinx what she's planning.

Jinx's response? "to watch it all burn". Whether or not if Piltover recovers from Fishbones doesn't seem to matter to her, she wants everything to burn to the ground. But just a side note the way she's looking at the match in this frame very clearly reminds her of Silco, and still going by the streaked makeup, it's still a fresh wound for her.

now, this frame?

I don't actually have any solid answers for. by the look in Vi's eyes, I'm presuming she's reaching out to either Jinx, Caitlyn, or Ekko. She's not wearing her Enforcer getup here (at least it doesn't look like what she's been wearing) and i can't solidly place the background, there isn't any familiar landmarks sticking out to me. But Vi's hair and bandages make me think that this is probably when she's just starting to come out of hiding here.

There seems to be a bunch of Undercity riots happening against Piltover, which i think is a factor where Ambessa tells Caitlyn that "in order to restore peace you have to enact Martial Law". I could be wrong about this but honestly i don't think I am.

Warwick looks just as fantastic as ever, but they haven't really given us any clear cut answers on how they're planning to utilize him besides being a living weapon for Singed. Singed says "you felt it, haven't you?" but it's rather unclear who he's talking to here, i don't think he's talking to Warwick, i think he might actually be talking to Viktor and talking about the Hexcore and the Arcane and such because of Viktor's "glorious evolution" path.

Now to the part of the Trailer that COMPLETELY confuses me...

someone says "the Arcane is waking up", NO idea who's saying this or who it's being said TO, NO idea who These people are supposed to be, I just-- yea this is the only part of the trailer that I'm at a Complete loss for words. The Arcane is magic we all know that, it's what Jayce's whole thing has been about, mixing magic and technology together into Hextech. but this is implying that while Jayce was doing all this the Arcane itself was just... slumbering? i guess. like are these people going to turn out to be mages because of this or something? idk, see, endless list of questions but Absolutely no answers. let's just move on before my brain explodes trying to figure this out.

I skipped a few repeat scenes (like the ones of Caitlyn and the other enforcers against the Chemtanks because I've already talked about it), and put a pin on the Ekko scene i skipped I'm coming back to it.

SO, it turns out we were right in claiming that Jinx loses her middle finger with the art book cover, and I'm Pretty sure that Caitlyn actually shoots it off (which probably explains the "WTF CAITLYN?!" comment i was talking about with addressing the leaks). Also this is like, the Most psychotic I think I've ever seen Jinx like Jesus Christ do NOT leave me alone in a room with her!

Ekko says "sometimes taking a leap foward means leaving some things behind"; maybe he's talking about the past? I don't know who he's talking to here specifically, it may just be giving advice to Vi, seeing as we do see the two working together later in the trailer after Vi's hair is grown out.

Now, I'm going to go a wee bit out of order here for a moment, just because I'm saving something for last.

I was Completely right about Vi facing off against Warwick at some point (i was basically Screaming "Chekov's gun!" for months when Warwick was confirmed), But Vi's still in her Undercity getup here, so I don't know if she's recognizable to him at all here, if this has to do with the illegal fighting ring that she's doing, but the dust seems to kinda go against that, like it's not a "now for our main event!" smokey kinda entrance, if you catch my drift here.

I can't tell if this is supposed to be a flashback of Powder or not because the other person is extremely hard to place, like it looks kind of like Sevika's new hair it's just that the lighting is so dark you can't make out their face. and if its a flashback to the age that Powder was in the opening shot the clothes don't seem to match, like there are things that contradict each other that doesn't make the scene clear cut to me.

Now this frame basically confirms something I've had on my mind, I just never made a post about. and that was my concern that Caitlyn was going to get herself hurt by these Chemtanks. the reason for that being we only saw her going against these things with her rife (and not the Hextech one). Vi and Jayce could handle themselves back in episode 8 because they had the Hammer and Gauntlets, but every other Enforcer there with a rifle was Easily taken out. and Arcane doesn't really go about the "simple plot armor" route, so i saw this ending not very well for her, despite being a good marksman.

And of course we only get another ONE SECOND clip of Viktor to prove he's alive that doesn't even Show His Face! like we Know this is him, and the gem in his wrist seems to imply that he's already going down the "glorious evolution" path here.

I don't have anything to say about this other than i have NO idea what it's supposed to be and that its Freaky looking. Like it kinda reminds me of Silco for some reason, like i don't think its supposed to but that's where my heads leaning for some reason.

Now, does it seem like I've left something out? It's because I did.

What these shots in particular are telling me is that Ambessa actually turns on Caitlyn (because I claimed that earlier in the season Caitlyn actually allies herself with Ambessa and i still believe that to be true) and tries to take over Piltover, because in the shot of Ambessa she's clearly hitting Enforcers, not people of the Undercity, and Caitlyn and Vi are wearing matching outfits here (Vi also reminds me of the ironhulk from Infinity War with this thing) meaning that the two are still working together here, but there is one little thing that I did leave out talking about these shots.

I can totally see this being a chaotic fight between the Undercity, the Enforcers, and Noxus, because Jinx is clearly still in Piltover during this shot. Now Jinx says "then stop me." during this but its definitely a spliced line i don't think she's saying it during this scene and I do believe that she's probably talking to Vi here (and maybe my ears are playing tricks on me but it kinds sounds "echoey" so it's probably from the temple fight). but can we talk about the Purple in her hair now? like despite having a hood on, That's Badass!

Edit: NOPE! I lied, I have a couple more things to point out.

Caitlyn blows up Jinx in this shot, which if I'm right about Vi being an Enforcer before going underground this is gonna cause some Serious issues between the two (because despite saying "my sister is gone" I don't believe that Vi would want an attempt at her sisters life, another pointer in the "thing we're going to hate with Caitvi" oy-vey...). When I mentioned Caitlyn probably being the one shooting off Jinx's finger earlier, i didn't also think about that final shot of Caitlyn from the teaser being right before what happens here. Because we already knew that Caitlyn was apart of this fight, just didn't dawn how drastically this fight is probably going to turn out. Because the explosion is all glowey like that Because Caitlyn's using her Hextech rifle in this scene, and it functions more in the way Jayce's Hammer does than Vi's gauntlets do.

So I'm not exactly sure when this fight scene is taking place, I don't think it's the temple fight, despite what little i can gather from the background, it doesn't seem to quite match the temple, and i think Vi and Caitlyn are still alone during that specific fight (could be wrong but that's just what they've shown as of right now) and I'm seeing Vi as shooting a rocket, blowing up the building that Sevika and Caitlyn were standing next to. it's also hard to name the expression that Jinx is wearing right after this, but it's clear that she was at least part of this fight as well.

Ok, NOW I'm done! I promise! I spent the last TWO HOURS on this thing since the trailer dropped and I'll most likely be spamming about it more if/when i suddenly get new thoughts about it. But that's all for now, bye! (I'M SO EXCITED FOR NOVEMBER AHHH WHY CAN'T IT GET HERE FAST ENOUGH?!)

[alovesongtheywrote]

can i please ask for another part of nightmare academia if you can 😭😭 i need a pick me up so bad bc of exam week at my campus and i loveee your series sm!!!

sending love 🫶🫶

♥ Summary:  This should help! I hope your exams went well!! In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, Spencer makes up for past mistakes and you take him home. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: mentions of the stab, guilt

♥ A/N: ok, we're getting goofy again- at least, for now

♥ Word Count: 1382

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You didn’t see Reid again until he came back to work.  You saw Penelope every now and then, and she kept you updated on his condition until she left, but you never saw Reid until he came back.  Once he did, all your mugs went missing.  Honestly, you were kind of proud.

You were hesitant to retrieve your stolen property- hesitant to see Reid again.  You stood outside his door for a good ten minutes before you even bothered to knock.  When you heard his voice through the door, telling you to come in, you almost turned tail and ran.

You were avoiding him, not because of your anger but because of your guilt.  You couldn’t stand seeing him hurt and motionless in the hospital, broken because of you- so you just avoided him.  It was the cowardly thing to do, but still, you did it.

Now, you needed to see him again- you needed to get your mugs back.  You needed coffee.  You pushed open the door.

Reid’s face lit up when he saw you.  His eyes were so bright, and his smile blinding.  You felt so guilty.

“Hey!  I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

You weren’t entirely sure if his words were genuine, or if he was playing a game with you.  Either way, you could play along, “I’m here for my mugs, Reid.”

“I thought you’d say that.  Go back to your office, they’re already there.”

You tilted your head, “Not bad.  You took the base prank and elevated it.  Smart.”

Spencer shrugged, “Thanks.”

You paused halfway through the door, tapping a nonsense pattern into the wall outside his office.  Staying felt wrong, but you couldn’t leave.  Not yet.

“Hey, uh.  I’m sorry I didn’t visit you in the hospital.  I was-”

“(Y/N), I know what you did.”

You paused, looking up at him with wide eyes.  Yes, he knew what you did, you got him stabbed- did he know how guilty you felt about it?

“You covered my classes for me,” he picked up his own mug, “You were busy.  Don’t worry about it.”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath, “Perfect… And uh, are you- how are you settling in?”

You didn’t know a person’s smile could make you feel physically warm, but his did, “I’m doing okay.  I told you, I’ll be fine.”

“You did.  Just one of many things you’re right about, I guess.  And you- you aren’t hurt, right?”

He shook his head, “I told you, I’m okay.”  

“Good- perfect,” you paused, fingers still pressed against the wall, “Now tell me to get the hell out of your office.”

He laughed a little, taking a sip of his coffee, “Get the hell out of my office, Professor.”

“Good boy.”

You left, missing the delicious sight of Reid melting into an absolute puddle at your words.  He wondered, briefly, if you were trying to put him back in the hospital.  He could never tell when it came to you- but god, if you wanted to put him in the hospital, all you had to do was ask.

Upon returning to your office, you were met with the sight of two cardboard boxes on your desk.  One of them contained your mugs.  Inside the other, a 1960s Vintage Royal Empress Typewriter measuring about twelve inches in width and weighing thirty-three pounds and eight ounces.  You could feel the tears forming behind your eyes.  Your typewriter had been destroyed in the attack.  

Somehow, Reid had gone out and found you a new goddamn typewriter that was the exact same make and model as your old one.  You could kiss that damn bean-pole- you wanted to kiss that damn bean-pole.  

Your fingers brushed over the polished metal of the machine.  In the box, beside it, you found a note.

“I remember you said something about being in the market for a vintage typewriter.  I found this and thought you’d like it.  Feel free to use it the next time you get angry at me.”

It wasn’t signed, but you didn’t need a signature.  That was his handwriting.  He bought you a typewriter.  You got him stabbed, and he bought you a fucking typewriter.  Tears spilled down your cheeks as you took a seat at your desk.  

That evening, Spencer passed by your office on his way home.  He stood outside the door for a second, listening to the click of the keys beneath your fingers.  He stayed there for a while, in the otherwise silent hallway, letting the click of the keys promise him that you were nearby.  

He’d missed you, during his recovery.  He knew that you felt guilty.  He couldn’t forget what you said in the hospital.  He also knew that you were busy- you’d picked up his classes without a second thought, and while you had done an incredible job, he knew that couldn’t have been easy.  That hadn’t kept him from missing you, though.

He had to face that down, too- the fact that he could miss you so much after only hours of being away from you.  You’d settled in so nicely with everything else in his life.  He’d gotten used to you, and you were such a presence that nothing could come close to replacing you.  That probably wasn’t normal, but it was a therapy appointment for another day.

Until then, he would let himself listen to you type away at the machine he got you.  

He stayed in the hallway for a few short minutes, until the click of the keys stopped.  He barely noticed the change.  He did, however, notice you stepping out of your office with your bag slung over your shoulder.  You were clearly surprised to see him.  

“Shit!  Reid!  It’s you.  Fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he winced, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know,” you swayed a little, side to side in the doorway, “But hey, it’s good that I caught you, I uh.  I wanted to say thanks.  You- you really didn’t have to get me a new typewriter, Reid.”

“Well, technically it isn’t new.  The Vintage Royal Empress line didn’t come out until-”

“Reid.  You know what I mean.  Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.  I mean, you saved my life, so-”

“Saved your life?” you scoffed, “Reid, you wouldn’t have gotten stabbed if it weren’t for me.”

“And I would have bled out if you hadn’t been there.”

“And you wouldn’t have been bleeding if it weren’t for me.”

“If it weren’t for you, what?  If it weren’t for you looking out for your students?  If it weren’t for you protecting Missy?  If it weren’t for you being smart enough to use the typewriter as a weapon?  Tell me, (Y/N), what did you do to get me stabbed?”

“I-” you were at a loss for words, “I’m sure there’s something I did, I just.  Can’t think of it.  Right now.”

Spencer smiled, “Maybe you just want to stab me.”

“No!” you practically jumped across the hallway, stopping right in front of Reid, “I do not want that.”

“Clearly.”

Your eyes darted down over Reid’s stomach, hovering over the location of the wound.  You couldn’t see it, but you remembered the red stain across his shirt, the pool of blood that got bigger and bigger no matter how hard you’d pressed down.  

Before you could even think of stopping yourself, your fingers brushed lightly against his torso.  Your touch was gentle- enough for him to feel, but not enough for him to flinch.  Inside your office, the lights flickered.  You only realized what you were doing when Spencer moved to wrap his hand around yours.

You jumped a little, shaking your head as you came back to your senses.

“Shit- I’m sorry, I um-”

“Don’t apologize,” Spencer’s voice was soft.  His eyes carried some sort of gentle confidence within them.

You squeezed his hand.

“Hey, you aren’t taking the train home, are you?”

“I am, why?”

“Because if someone elbows you in the wrong spot, you’re gonna bleed out on the train, and I’m gonna feel like shit about it.”

“That’s highly unlikely.  The stitches have already-”

“Spencer,” you stopped him, “You can tell me about it in the car.  Let me drive you home.”

On both accounts, he did.  

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[jenny-in-a-jar]

One week since my Surgery

People liked hearing about my trans journey, so for those interested, here's my first week update to having vaginoplasty (one type of mtf bottom surgery).

Of course, I hope this helps any transfem interested in this surgery. But, I understand that other people will be curious. And that's ok! There's nothing wrong with curiosity. Just be respectful ❤️ which a lot of people been (and I block those who aren't)

No pictures but I will go get a bit graphic with my description so here's your warning before hearing more.

So first off some disclaimers. There's a lot of variety in procedure and treatment when it comes to vaginoplasty. For example, I live pretty close to the hospital I had the surgery at which influenced how early they let me go home. So, my experiences are definitely not universal.

So, I had breast augmentation at the same time. And for me, that was definitely the easiest surgery I've ever gotten. Like pretty painless (with painkillers ofc).

Now, vaginoplasty is definitely the most painful procedure I've had! The best way to describe the pain day one would be like when you've tucked all day but more intense (I know not a lot of people have tucked on this app but it's the best metaphor I could come up with 🤷‍♀️). But as the week went on, the catheter definitely became the most painful part. It felt like my urethra was burning 🔥😬 (I bet a lot more people can understand that feeling lol). Interestingly, it was at its least painful while moving and moving is also good for recovery!

I stayed in the hospital for two nights before they removed the covering and sent me home with a catheter and packing in my vagina. Again, they probably only did it this way because I live 20 minutes away. As the weak went on, it swelled up a lot and brushing spreads from it across my thighs (in honestly a cool pattern!)

When my catheter and packing was removed they gave me a "tour" of my new vagina. I don't remember the names well but here's what I remember. The Major flaps (the main thing you see when you see a vulva) we're still pretty swollen but starting to loosen and get that wrinkly quality. My nurse likes calming them dog ears at this stage and they really did look like dog ears 🥺🐶. I saw my clitoral hood and she said my clitoris is packed behind all of that but I don't need to worry about that for now. She also pointed out the urethral plating which was formally part of the urethra proper but with the inside on the outside now. It's super blue now but in time it'll start developing a mucus to keep my vagina from getting bone dry (will still need lube for dilation and eventually sex). And then the vagina hole itself.

To keep my vagina from healing shut, I'll need to dilate at least 4 times daily for 20 minutes this first week and a while longer and then slowly ramp down as the hole heals up. But, the nurse stressed that there are no hard rules with dilation and I just need to really listen to my body if I want to get the depth and width I want. Which I do want plenty of depth and width bc tbh my partner will be able to fill it 🤭 they key thing they said was to try to be as relaxed as possible while doing so 🪻

They also filled my bladder with sterile water as a "practice run" to make sure I can pee on my own.

I want to say I got a lot of wonderful nurses! All except the one I had when I first got out of surgery, I could tell actually saw me as and treated me like a woman. And they did a great job at welcoming me vagina ownership in a very understanding way without being condensing 💕

Despite the horrible pain, it's been a very euphoric experience 🥰 and I would definitely recommend it for anyone who wants it.

Feel free to ask any questions, I can't promise I'll have the best answers but I'll try my best 🥺

Also feel free to look through #my trans journey tag for more info on my transition if you're curious ✨

[amberbeach]

'NO PLACE LIKE HOME'

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R/C - Ranger color

You were getting out of the car, popping the trunk to fetch the groceries when you were taken. Rocky heard the car pull up and walked outside to help, running towards you when he saw you were unconscious and being carried to a portal, his hands reaching out only to feel the air once the portal closed.

It felt like he was eighteen again, a crushing weight hurdling towards his chest because he was concerned for your safety. You hadn't been an active Ranger for a long time ever since you started building your family that was waiting inside, wondering where you were. And Rocky knew he had to find out where that portal led to.

He took out his cell phone and called Tommy, and after it went to voicemail, he called Kat who revealed Tommy was also missing. The sinking feeling in his gut grew stronger, experience telling him that it wasn't a coincidence that two Rangers had been taken. Rocky called around, checking in with everyone and the list of missing Rangers grew.

He sighed as he ended his call with Jayden who informed him that Antonio had disappeared and looked at your children eating lunch at the dining table. Your youngest happily ate her sandwiches while your eldest listened in to his calls and barely touched his lunch.

Rocky contacted your parents who lived nearby. After saying goodbye, he approached the dining table and leaned on the back of a chair as he sighed.

"I've called your grandparents, and they'll be here in ten minutes." He explained, "I'm going to meet with a few other Rangers to gather more information about what we're dealing with, and why so many Rangers are being taken."

"Do you think she's okay?" Your eldest asked.

Rocky sent him a small smile, nodding, "I know your mom, and she will be itching to get back to you guys. Do you know why I call her Mama Bear? Because she's fierce and she's strong. And nothing will make her fight harder than reuniting with family."

Your eldest nodded but Rocky knew he wouldn't be entirely convinced until you were back home and he could see you were safe with his own eyes - they were alike in that respect.

Your youngest squealed and clapped her hands, shouting, "Mama!"

Rocky smiled fondly as he walked over to lift her into his arms, kissing her head, "Mama will be home soon." He glanced around the table, meeting the gaze of all your children, "I promise."

The doorbell rang and Rocky let your parents inside while informing them of your disappearance and assured your mother that he would do everything he could to bring you back. Having seen how much he loved you, just with a single glance or a smile, she knew he would. He'd done it before, after all.

"Don't worry about the kids, we'll keep an eye on them. Just bring her home." Your father placed an arm around your mother when she teared up and sent Rocky a nod before he left.

Wes reached out to him as he drove to the rendezvous point, telling him everything he had learned about Lord Draven and his plans to weaken the dimensional barrier to invade dimensions. The more Rocky learned; the weight grew heavier on his chest as he thought of you.

The fortress was intimidating, and despite the strength in their numbers, the uneasy feeling didn't go away as Rocky feared what they would find - dreading the possibility of finding that you were put under mind control and having to fight against each other.

Basherbots ambushed the group of Rangers on the bridge and Rocky knew there were more waiting inside. As he moved his feet shoulder-width apart, his right foot took one big step forward and bent the knee while keeping his left leg straight, clenching his fists, the other Rangers mimicking his movements, preparing to fight when an invisible force took out the Basherbots at both sides of the bridge before rushing towards them. Rocky had never been so relieved to see Tommy before.

He stepped forward while Tommy explained that the other Rangers were kept in the dungeon, and he had broken the computer that created robotic Rangers before he escaped.

"Y/N...is she..." Rocky swallowed the gravel in his throat when Tommy nodded. He stood straighter, steeling his expression as he pushed down his concern and prepared to storm the fortress.

There was no way he was leaving without you.

Rocky fired at the computers alongside Wes and helped fight the Basherbots that rushed toward the group as he crossed the room to where you were starting to sit up.

You met his gaze with a smile, sliding off the table and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, "I couldn't feel anything." You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, "The kids?"

"Your parents are watching them." He smiled softly, placing a hand on your arm, squeezing gently.

"What exactly are we dealing with?" You asked while standing beside him as you both looked at the other Rangers.

"Lord Draven is tearing down dimensional barriers so he can invade with his robotic Ranger clones," Wes explained.

"Lord Draven. There's a name I wish I could forget." Gia said.

"We need to hurry, there will be more," Tommy warned.

It wasn't the first time you had fought against a clone of your Ranger self. Master Vile had used a clone to try and trick the team and destroy the command center. But Rocky knew something was off the second he saw the clone. It was small, but it gave the team the upper hand. You always greeted him with a kiss and looped your arm with his. The clone didn't know this detail, and when Rocky communicated with you through the comms while he had eyes on your clone, his theory was proven correct.

You kept your distance, letting the team figure out what Master Vile's plan was before helping them stop it. You knew all of your powers and how to defeat the clone while everyone fought the monster who had been sent to attack the power plant.

You appeared next to your husband, behind the Ninja Steel Rangers, seeing the size of Lord Draven's army for the first time, and while it was easy to be intimidated, you were not eighteen anymore, and you had a family waiting for you at home. There was nothing that could stop you from seeing them again.

When the army was destroyed and Tommy defeated Draven, you stared up at the cracks in the sky, removing your suit as you watched them fade away. You looked at your husband when he placed his arm around you, resting a hand on his chest with a smile.

"Not bad, Red."

"Lookin' good as always, R/C."

You giggled as you leaned into him, feeling his lips against your head. A small smile formed on your lips as the Ninja Steel Rangers thanked the veterans for their help and Rocky told them they could handle anything Odius threw at them.

"As long as you do it together." Antonio chimed in with a smile.

You moved your hand from his chest to his arm, taking his hand as you said your goodbyes. You approached the portal Wes opened with a sigh.

"I can't wait to go home."

Rocky chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder, "Me neither."

It was a long drive home and Rocky called ahead, letting your parents know you were on your way home. When she hung up she went to the living room where her husband and your kids were sitting and told them the news, which immediately caused their expressions to brighten.

Rocky reached for your hand after parking the car in the driveway several hours later, and you sent him a smile when he kissed the back of your hand.

"Before I was taken," You began, covering your joined hands with your left hand. "I saw you running to save me."

"I'll always come for you." He squeezed your hand with a smile and you leaned across, wrapping your arms around his neck. Rocky kissed your head as he returned the embrace, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he closed his eyes.

"I love you." You murmured as you turned your head to kiss his cheek.

"I love you too."

You heard your older children calling for you and pulled back to see them running off the porch and quickly got out of the truck, smiling as they collided with you, almost sending you tumbling to the ground as you wrapped your arms around them. Rocky climbed out of the truck as he watched the moment with a smile, turning his head to look at the porch to find your parents standing together, your mother holding your youngest in her arms.

Your father sent him a nod, and he returned it. So much could be communicated with a small motion. It was his way of saying thank you for bringing you home and showing how much he respected him.

You kept your arms around your children while following your parents into the house. You looked back at your husband as he closed the door as you answered their questions about the battle.

"It was nice seeing everyone again. Although I don't remember it hurting as much."

Rocky held his shoulder, rolling it with a chuckle. "Me neither."

You walked to your husband with a smile, placing your arms around his waist. "Come on, I'll run a bath later."

Rocky wrapped his arms around you, leaning down to kiss you for a moment, pulling away before leaving a few pecks on your lips making you smile.

That night you and Rocky answered questions about the battle over the dinner your mother had kept warm for you both. Afterwards, your parents went home, and your kids were safely tucked into their beds.

You climbed into bed beside Rocky and cuddled into his side, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, leaving a kiss on your temple.

There was no place like home.

[kalmiaphlox]

Your Body is My Canvas

AO3 Link / Masterlist

Astarion is finally ready to learn how to swim after two centuries, and Kalmia, ever his dutiful partner, is there to teach him.

Lessons don't take all that long, it's a nice night under the stars, and Astarion fancies himself an artist. Lucky for him, Kalmia has a perfectly good body to paint on.

Main Tags: Smut, body painting - with mud AND blood, blood sucking, face sitting, PiV sex

“What's the hesitation for?”

“You're not going to drag me to the deepest part to drown me are you?”

Kalmia narrows her eyes, head just barely bobbing above the water. “You don't need to breathe.” She feels like they've had this conversation before. When has she ever betrayed his trust? “Clothes off, come on.”

With an agonized groan akin to a child throwing a fit, Astarion throws his shirt off to the forest floor, before sliding his trousers off, leaving just his undergarments. He pauses again, “What if the fish bite at me? I don't want to become their food.”

“I don't-” Would fish nibble on him since he's… (un)dead? No, no. It's fine. “You're safe with me, irthiski. I'll keep all the very scary guppies away.”

“Wretch,” he bares his fangs for a second before finally taking his first steps into the pond, the ripples from his movement lightly tickling her face. “No pranks, tricks, jokes, or gaffs. I will leave immediately if you attempt to pull one over on me.”

“I swear on my worthless honor that I won't ‘pull one over on’ you.”

“You won't let me sink?” 

The fretting… Gods above. “I'll make sure your head stays above water.”

His frown is pure disgust as he wades in deeper, the water now rising above his hips. “I hate mud.” It is exceptionally muddy out, the heavy rains plaguing the area finally gave them a reprieve, if only for a few hours so they can have this time to themselves.

“I know, my dear Princess of House Nightstar. Please bear with these horrid conditions, and if your frail body is fee-”

“I think that's enough from the peanut gallery.” 

Alright, she'll leave the poor vampire alone. “Stop there. We can try just floating for now.”

The scoff he lets out is enough to make her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Floating? ! I want to swim, not drift away like some moldy piece of wood along the current!”

“We're starting with the basics, if you can't float , then you can't swim.” She's considering just dragging him back to shore, but refrains. He's scared, and unfortunately that presents itself in cattiness, Astarion knows Kalmia is right, he just needs to fight every step of the way. Her precious kitty, he's lucky she likes the snark.

Standing up with her water-soaked shirt on, she holds her arms out in the water, nodding down at them. “Lean back here, I'll hold you up so you can get the feeling.”

“Ah, but my hair! It will be-”

“Now.”

“Ok.” 

He sucks in a deep breath, lowering himself so she can support him in the water. “Stare up at the sky, ears should be underwater,” He does as she tells him. “Good, now arch your back very slightly- Yes, just like that,” She positions a hand right at the small of his back. “And now, hold your arms out at your side and spread your legs, a bit wider than shoulder width.”

His eyebrow quirks with the ghost of a smirk, and she suppresses the very strong urge to let him go at this moment. Kalmia won't ruin this for him, Astarion is being agreeable - for him.

“You're doing great, irthiski. How does it feel?”

“Stupid.” 

She laughs quietly. “That's fair. Keep breathing steadily, I'm going to remove this hand,” Flexing the one under his back, “I'll keep the one on your shoulders, but try to stay still.”

That might be a whimper that slips through his lips, but she ignores it as she moves her hand away slowly. Astarion instantly begins to stiffen, “Don't do that, relax.”

“It feels like you're dropping me.” He spits out, seething with no actual rage.

“I told you I'd never let you go. Don't worry about it.”

That gets him to soften infinitesimally, though not enough as he jerks in the water and everything falls apart. His legs kick out, dousing them both before Kalmia shoves hips down.

“Just stand, Astarion. You can't sink here.”

He finds his footing, slapping his hair back with a sneer, pointing an accusatory finger at her chest, “You let me go!”

“When the flailing begins, it's better to stand than fall. It's not deep, but if you truly went under, I would have pulled you up.” She expects more retaliation, but Astarion's anger deflates with each word. “Let's try again, I'll hold you longer this time.”

“Fine.”

Repeating the new routine, he returns to lying back on her hands. This round goes smoother, and after a few minutes, Kalmia removes the hand from his lower back, Astarion is able to keep his cool. 

“Alright, I'm removing the hand from your head. You're doing great.” She does as she says, hovering her hand around him for the moment he inevitably flinches, but that time doesn't come.

Unfortunately, Astarion does look a bit like driftwood, Kalmia keeps her mouth clamped shut.

“So, uhm- How do I stop?” His eyes glance to hers, so shiny in the moonlight eeking out between the cloudy sky.

“Drop your legs and lean forward.” The movements are a little disjointed and he drops below the water for a moment before shooting up, spitting and coughing. Kalmia pats his back. “Are you done or would you like to try on your own?”

Retching up the last bit of water with pure drama, Astarion gathers his last piece of dignity. “Just once by myself.”

“I'll still keep my hands beneath, but I won't touch you.”

Hmm.

Kalmia's almost certain that if it weren't for his nervousness, Astarion would be fine. There's some minor adjustments he makes that make her think he retains some residual muscle memory from a time long forgotten.

They can focus on it next time though, floating on his own is good enough for now.

His last self-directed float ends and he's able to stand up without going under so he shrugs his shoulders, smug with pride. “I've always been a quick study.” Gods forbid he takes anything with a bit of grace.

“Yes, you're clearly an expert now.”

“Just you wait, I'll be swimming circles around you yet, little wyrm.”

For so many reasons, she doubts that. “I will be waiting with bated breath.”

Astarion purses his lips at her mocking, cutting through the water with just his head visible. Kalmia stares down at him when he swiftly wraps his lithe arms around her waist to rest his chin on her stomach. “This wasn't as much exercise as I was expecting, and I'm feeling a bit spritely if you wish to… indulge.” His eyes have darkened with lust as he says so and she's already beginning to feel that heat sparking within.

She runs her fingers along his pointed ear, a soft touch that he leans into. “I more than wish to, but sex this deep is an, uh, advanced technique. I don't think we're there yet.”

“There's a perfectly good pond shore behind you, I think that will work just fine for our needs.”

Well, now she's just in disbelief as she quirks an eyebrow. “You would fuck me in the mud?”

“My love, I want us to be so covered in mud that we'll have to bathe thrice.” His hands slip under the long, water-logged shirt she's wearing, gripping her hips tightly.

Kalmia holds his chin now, caressing his lower lip with her thumb, before pushing his lip up to expose a fang. “Are you going to be a dirty boy for me?” His pupils are near eclipsing the red irises as she pricks her thumb on his fang and pushes it within his mouth. He sucks gently with the quietest of moans, eyes fluttering shut briefly with ecstasy, and his fingers press into her hips with a bruising strength. Leaning down, she brushes her lips across his ear, and whispers, “Won't you defile me?”

A low growl makes its way out of his throat, “I'll make sure everyone sees how I love you.” 

Kalmia straightens and puts on a pouty voice. “I could use the reminder too, you know…”

Astarion raises up her shirt, revealing the crook of her hip to graze his fangs along the spot. “That reminder could go right here. ”

“Do it.”

His fangs sink into the flesh with his strong arms holding her so she doesn't collapse, as Kalmia almost goes limp from the feeling. There's nothing like that ice cold shock that settles into her body when he draws blood, but two long pulls is all Astarion needs before letting go, licking up the dribbles with languid ease. “Such a delicious creature, I think it's time I ruined you.”

She attempts to remove her shirt, but Astarion stops her firmly, “No, leave it on for now.” He drags her to the shore and crushes her against him in a metallic-tasting, deep kiss, before wasting no time in laying on his back, gesturing for Kalmia to get on him. “I need to prime my canvas first, sit on my face, darling.”

Oh gods, she's gonna come so hard tonight. 

Positioning herself above him, she lowers down onto her knees with Astarion guiding her by the hips. His eyes flash up at her, just barely visible. “How much more blood can I have tonight?”

Her chest is already heaving. She licks her lips, steadying her breathes. “You can have one more bite, so make it count, irthiski. ”

He hums with acknowledgement, “Other than you kneeling, do not dirty the rest of your body. That is my canvas to paint. All the way down now, my love. I'm starving.”

Now lowering herself dutifully, Astarion's cool tongue greets her slit, sliding up and down the length of it and Kalmia lets out a breathy moan. One of his hands wraps around her thigh to rock her against his hungry mouth while the other slithers up her body to palm a breast. 

He sucks in her clit only to release it with a pop that makes Kalmia's thighs quiver, she won't be able to maintain this position forever with the tongue lashing she's receiving. Her nipple is being pinched and twisted, and oh fuck Astarion has slipped his masterful tongue inside of her dripping cunt, groaning as he tastes her. Mewling wantonly as he tongue fucks her, Kalmia leans back, but not before Astarion stops his ministrations to look up at her with ravenous eyes.

“You can't come yet.” And with that, he dips back into her folds, lapping up her slick as his nose bumps against that sensitive bundle at the apex of her sex. 

Evil man, she thinks before leaning back with a hand upon his firm abdomen, feeling how they flex as he eats her out with abandon. That familiar coil of euphoria is building within and Kalmia stills her rocking, trying to subdue the high she so badly wants to chase.

Fuck her, he's latched onto her clit again, and Kalmia can't contain the beg escaping her lips, “Astarion, majak ve kutol!” When his hand leaves her tit, she quickly moves to replace it with her own, teasing a hardened peak.

His ragged voice is a purr as he nuzzles against her thigh, “You can come now.”

And he knows his words can always send her over the edge.

Her hips jerk without a rhythm as Kalmia falls forward, squeezing her legs together around Astarion's head and grasping at his hair as she fucks his face desperately. Her inner walls clench as his tongue slows its dance on her clit, whimpering when the last wave of pleasure ends.

Holy hells, he treats her so well.

Sliding back along his chest weakly, but not losing out on this chance to leave her own mark, Kalmia takes in his appearance. Astarion is grinning lasciviously, licking her spent left behind on his lips. “Gods, you're delicious. Now let me see how well you followed instructions.” Sitting up, he inspects her body, pulling the shirt over her head, running a hand down Kalmia's chest, groping and suckling on her breasts until her hardened nipples are puffy and she's yearning for more, grinding her aching cunt against his still covered shaft.

All seems to pass his test, they can- 

“Well, what's this?” Astarion is holding her hand, palm side up. “I can't trust you with anything.”

Kalmia startles, looking for the offender, “What?! Where?” 

“Right here, ” indicating a spot where a tiny bit of mud had smeared between her fingers. Who knows how it got there. “Tsk, tsk, how disappointing. Now, what shall your punishment be?”

Luck is on her side, she loves his punishments.  

Astarion brings her in for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss, winding her long hair around his wrist and wrenching her head back, tonguing at the smooth skin around her neck. “I'll take my second meal now. Try not to come from it, you harlot.” 

“No promises-!” is all Kalmia manages to squeak out before his fang pierce her skin again, and he moans into her as that sweet lifeblood pours down his throat, crushing her against his chest. In a great show of wills, she doesn't come - thank the gods , but by the hells is she close as he ruts up into her with a deep swallow.

And just like the good little vampire he is, Astarion stops after two large drinks, but this time he doesn't clean up the remaining flow. When he pulls back, blood drips from his chin. “My love, you're going to fuck me with that tender love and care you do so well, and I , the artist, will paint the most beautiful figure. But,” leaning in, he nips at her lower lip. “I need an extra pop of color .” The nip turns into a sharp sting, he's cut open her lip and blood now trickles out, splattering onto their chests.

Astarion lays back, adjusting his briefs so he can wiggle out of them even with Kalmia straddling his waist, and he sighs in relief when his cock springs free beneath her. She risks a glance, her mouth watering at the sight of it - flushed with her blood , and glistening with more than just precum. “Did you come while I was on you?

“Oh gods, yes. I'd like to see you contain yourself when the most ethereal being imaginable grinds on your face.” A sweet smile appears as he takes her in while leaning back on an elbow, “Your punishment… Hmm,” he taps his bloodied mouth, the smile turning sinister, “I think, you know for a little fun, you can't touch yourself. At all while you're on top of me. Keep those little mitts away from your body.”

She takes it back, she hates his punishments. “No! Astarion, please! I want-”

“Quit your crying, lizard. Now,” He runs a finger through the drops of blood, writing out something along her collarbone. “I know an artist should sign his work once he's finished, but I shan't be letting that go to waste.”

Did he just… sign his name onto her body in her own blood?! Gods, he can own her body and soul, but she'll never say that outloud. “Hmm, the vision just isn't complete yet… Kalmia, I need you to fuck me, I can't paint under these conditions.”

Absolutely deranged. Though it's not as if she's above such things, she's just jealous he thought of this first. 

Rising up and taking his cock in hand, she places it against her entrance but Astarion's hip buck, enveloping himself within her fully. Kalmia gasps, steadying herself on his shoulder with a tight grip, “I- I thought I was supposed to fuck you- ah!” 

He cants into her once more, “You were going too slow, but that's what I get for loving a geriatric dragon.” Pulling her in for another deep kiss, tongue swiping up the spilled blood, he pulls away just as fast, lips coated in that bloody treat. “Time to begin!”

She has no idea what he's about to “paint”, but his cock’s already buried deep inside and she wants - needs to experience the decadent stretch he provides. 

Getting more dirty doesn't matter at this point, and it's not like this henich could serve up a worse punishment, so she places her hands in the mud, arching her back slightly as she slides up and down on his length. 

Astarion muzzles his groan behind tightly shut lips, his lust-filled eyes rove over her body before he nods as an idea strikes him. “I've got it!” Slapping a hand on her thigh, he drags two fingers up to her hip. When he removes it, there's a muddy handprint and two lines, which is then connected to more lines he's drawing over her hip and stomach.

She's slowed down her bouncing to take in his work, and Astarion's eyes snap to hers, “Is your old body failing you? Ride me, you beast!” As she picks up the pace again, relishing the way he hits those tender spots and the slapping of them coming together, Astarion cups one of her breasts and then circles around a nipple, the other he just crosses through. 

“What's- ah, what's wrong with that one?” Kalmia rasps out as he roughly grabs her hips, grinding her down onto him. 

“Nothing, my wyrm. It's called abstract art, I'd assume-” His words fail him as she clenches on his cock. Kalmia tilts in, and Astarion meets her with his tongue, tangling with hers. One of his hands is still working at painting her body abstractly - or distractedly, too bad they don't have a mirror, she'd love to see his work.

And they won't be able to make it home in time anyway, “It's about to rain.” She mutters against his mouth.

A growl rises from his throat and she hears his hand pound into the mud beside them. What a tem- her thoughts fall apart as Astarion shoves her backwards, landing in the shallows of the pond.

Seems he's lost interest in painting. 

He collapses into her, smashing their lips together as he plunges his cock furiously inside of her, pinching and twisting one of her nipples and swallowing the moans that slip out of her lips.

The patter of rain is heard as drops hit the water and ground beside them. His fingers have drifted to her clit, and Kalmia cries out, begging for him to finish her when he's circling the bud lazily. Astarion quickly splashes water over her chest to clear some of the mud away, “I won't take- ah! - more, but I need you to come on me!” he grits out, and she knows he's close now as his brutal pace picks up even more.

He nips once at a nipple before biting fully into the supple flesh of her breast, and this time she reaches her heavenly climax when that exhilarating prick of pain strikes down to her core, no blood is drawn this time as Astarion continues to fuck into her through his own orgasm, head tucked into her neck once he releases her tit. Thank the gods they both can't drown, he's pushed her through the mud further into the water where Kalmia could barely keep her head above it, and she clings to him as her body ebbs into the post-coital afterglow.

Astarion's pale body goes limp on top of her, pushing Kalmia all the way under and she can't help but laugh at the silliness of this whole thing, releasing bubbles of air to the surface. Realizing that she's stuck beneath, Astarion rolls off, letting her crest above the water again with a sputter, and he smiles apologetically, “You squeezed the life - well, unlife from me. I lost all strength, what magic did you use to take it from me?”

“Hag's magic, I need to stay young somehow.” Kalmia coughs out before devolving into laughter, “I think your masterpiece is all gone now!” 

“Ahh, oh well, I still have this beauty here.” He brings them together for one more kiss, and once released, Astarion runs his fingers over her lips, “Apologies for the cut, I got a little too excited.”

“That's all right, can I return the favor another time? I want to paint.”

He hums thoughtfully, “I don't see why not, but I worry your bite is much, much worse than your bark.” With a wide smile, she snaps her teeth at him, and for that slight, he splashes water onto her face, “Stay back, you pond monster!”

“Poor, irthiski, scared of a little dragon…” She giggles, but relents in her attempts to take a nibble, “You wanna float some more or head home?”

“Let's float, love. It's quite peaceful out here, even with this revolting rain.”

“Rain is clean water, it's no-”

Astarion places a finger over her mouth, “Oh, how I love when you're quiet.”

Hah! Isn't that rich?

With a shout Kalmia dives onto him, dragging Astarion kicking and screaming deeper into the water so he can see what a pond monster actually does.***

***Kalmia did not actually drag him into the deep end.

-majak ve kutol - give me release

[aashiqeddiediaz]

Hi!

I was just wondering if you have a tutorial on how you created this effect in your gifset, it's something I'd like to try but have no idea where to start. Your set is so pretty! Any helps appreciated x

https://www.tumblr.com/tawaifeddiediaz/712911415428743168/ill-take-you-with-me-then-well-both-die-you?source=share

Hey Nonnie, thank you! This is super late, but I don't actually have the psd for this set anymore (I delete them as soon as I post them), so we're just gonna wing it with a gif I made the other day. I think this ask is about the text, but if it's anything else, just drop me another line and I'll get to it when I can!

I'm pretty sure I got this tutorial from the wonderful @eddiediaaz but I then turned it into Lazy Girl Hours :)) anywho, here we go!

We’ll be making this gif:

This tutorial assumes basic knowledge of gif-making, Photoshop, and coloring. I’ve only described the typography tutorial in this, but you can reach out if you have any questions.

Tutorial under the cut:

Couple things to note beforehand:

There is a lot of trial and error involved when doing any sort of effect, and this is no exception! You might have to play around with the colors and the settings before you find something that looks good and readable and that fits your set!

This text effect works better on big gifs (540px width).

For this, I find that a simple font works better than a fully-cursive one, but play around with what you like. The boxes may need some adjusting if you use a font with too many tall or tail letters (i.e. text where all the letters aren't on one uniform line - that's why capital letters work so well.)

Movement works really well with effects like these, but again, it depends on your gif + readability. If you have a blended gif, it may take a little more trial and error.

I work in frame animation for all my text effects, but this works just as well in timeline as well.

We’re going to start with this gif:

First, I like to put my text on the gif. You can obviously move this around later so don't worry too much about how it looks right now.

The dialogue is "Just don't feel it." "Feel" is one of those Big Words for this quote, so I'm going to emphasize it with cursive text.

I am using Moon for the sans serif text, and Santa Fe Spring for the cursive text. Keep both of these in white for now:

Next, we're going to use the rectangular marquee tool to draw our rectangles around the capital letters (we're not touching the cursive text right now). I just eyeball this, and then try to center it as much as possible.

(The rectangular marquee tool has a keyboard shortcut of M, and it's the second tool in that little toolbar on the left of most people's Photoshop.)

This is what that'll look like:

Next, we're going to go down to the icons at the bottom right of the layers panel and select the half-black half-white circle > Color Fill.... You should get a color dialogue box. Choose your color - I'm using #8d0000. Then, we're going to move that layer below the corresponding text layer, and set its blending mode to Difference. This is what that looks like (click the image for better quality):

I'm going to repeat that with the other two boxes as well, using the same color. The boxes will look different with the Difference blending mode because of the shadows underneath.

For example, the box with "it" looks like a solid red square because it's against a completely black background, while the other two have some blue shading to them since there are some highlights behind them.

This is what my gif looks like now:

Next, I like to go The Lazy Girl™ route and put all three color-fill layers into one group underneath all the text layers. This just lets me edit the drop shadow of all three of them at the same time.

Right-click the group and open up the Blending Options. In Drop Shadow, these are the settings I'm using. The drop shadow color is #0c6477:

(Note: uncheck "Use Global Light" especially if you're working in frame animation to make sure all the drop shadow has the same angle on all frames.)

This is what my gif looks like now:

Now that we've finished that, time to move on to the cursive text.

I usually match the cursive text to the palette of the rest of the text, and since the drop shadow is our "accent" color, so to speak, I'm going to use a lighter version of that color. I am also going to add a drop shadow for readability.

The color I used for the text is #acfffe and I actually ended up adding two drop shadows, just because I needed something subtle that doesn't overwhelm the text, especially since it's a delicate font. Here are the settings for both layers:

And here's what my gif looks like now:

Now, before we move on to the lines, just check the adjustment of all these text layers, see if there's anything you want to change. It's easier to change now than after the lines are added, since you'll most likely have to redraw them if you move the boxes after the fact.

To draw the lines, we're going to use the Line Tool. I just freehand all of this, and I try to go from center to center of the boxes when I can. It all depends on your angles.

My lines are 2px thick, but you can change these depending on your preference. Here's what mine look like right now:

We're going to do the same lazy hack that we did for the color fill, and put all three line layers into a group. Move this group below the text layer and the color fill layers. The reason for this is so that the lines look like they're coming seamlessly from the box, rather than from on top of them or something.

Then, set the group to opacity 50%. I like more subtle, simple looks in my gifs, so I don't like super high opacities.

And that's it! This is our final gif:

Some final notes:

Absolutely play around with the blending modes of the color fill layers for this effect. These two gifs are the exact same color we've been using, just two different blending modes. You can see how drastically different they look. The first one is Linear Dodge (Add) and the second one is Vivid Light:

It can change how your gif looks in a BIG way, so play around with it, see what you like, especially if you don't really like the "two toned" thing going on.

Sometimes, I also like playing with the width and height of the text in the font settings, making it shorter and wider, or making it taller and more compact. You can play with the letter spacing as well. The world is your oyster, etc etc.

One other thing I've started doing is erasing the lines with a big brush, just to fade them from his face a little, like this:

To do that, use a layer mask on the line layer folder, and a brush that's 0% hardness, and at least 200px big. For this gif, I also changed the opacity of the lines back to 100% so the fading effect is a little more pronounced:

(this gif isn't the best example for this, but oh well. Anywho, hope this helps, Nonnie! Let me know if you have any questions.

Enjoy!

[smokersbaby]

Kink of the day: anal plug Character: Yamato Reader: gender neutral Tw: rimming, use of sex toys You can find the "Kinktober Masterlist 2023" here!

"Are you sure you want to try, love?" Yamato whispers in your ear, his voice being tender more than suggestive as he tries to get you at ease with a new thing you wanted to try for a long time. You nodded looking at the metal toy your partner was holding in his hand, its shape and dimension frightening you a little but you knew well it was more of a mental block and that the plug size was perfect for someone who has never tried one.

Since you and Yamato were accustomed to doing everything together (even watching porn) once you ended up in the category "toys" and as you saw a beautiful plug with a gem nestled in the back of it, your eyes began to shine with curiosity as you were eager to see and feel how it would have been to "wear" one of those.

After buying one at the sexy shop you couldn't wait any longer, but the nervousness was taking over you as the moment of truth came and you positioned yourself on all fours, your ass lifted and your head on the soft pillow in front of you, as Yamato tried to make your entrance relax with soothing words.

"It won't hurt, it's little and I'll go slow. But first I want to help you out…" you feel Yamato's breath on your right buttcheek as if he was getting closer to your tight entrance, you could feel his lips on it and then he kitten-lick it slowly to lube it. The way Yamato was practicing slow rimming on you made your nerves relax and your hole too, and soon the idea of trying a plug on didn't scare you that much anymore.

"Don't worry, I've got lube if necessary, but I think we can make it fit only with my saliva" he reassured you, as he switched his tongue with his index to apply some pressure on your butthole. You contracted your muscles involuntarily at the intrusion. "Relax babe…" he continued, his finger only preannouncing what was about to come.

The feeling of the metal object against your entrance was new for you, Yamato warmed it up with his hands before making contact with your skin. He spitted some saliva on your anus to lube it up a bit more and then he began to apply some pressure. Unexpectedly, the slow preparation Yamato did on you helped a lot, so you didn't feel the need to contract your muscles as you felt the plug sliding inside of you.

"That's good, we're halfway there" he whispered as your butt was taking the metal object in it, stretching delicately your hole inch by inch. It didn't hurt at all, but you felt the pressure growing as the plug's width became larger.

Then you felt it sliding in all in one last motion, a clear sign that the plug was all inside of you, its base decorating your butthole with a pretty red gem. You couldn't exactly describe how it felt, it was a new sensation and you were almost afraid to move from your position, but you felt your body way more sensitive to your partner's touch as Yamato kissed the curve of your back.

He admired your ass well displayed in front of him, his hands spreading your buttcheeks to admire how the plug's gem was adorning your butthole as if he was proud of his work.

"So beautiful… now let me play with that gorgeous body of yours"

[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Home Pt2

"I swear I put it in here. I can't find it" Brett says looking through her bag while I'm doing my makeup

"What if Kelly comes in here?" Stella says looking at me

"He won't and anyway that's just a stupid tradition from arranged marriages. Was just to make sure the groom and bride don't see each other before the wedding and decide to run away to avoid the whole thing" I reply finishing up

"I'm not tempting fate in anyway. It's a shock this wedding is even happening"

"Got it" Sylvie pulls out a blue garter

"Oh no that's hideous"

"It's the only one they had"

"Oh no" Stella starts to freak out a little

"Ok breath. You need something blue? Here" I take off my sapphire necklace that Matt bought for me during our first anniversary

"I'm still worried about Kelly seeing the dress"

"Ok" I walk over to the door and open it "Matt? Babe? Tell Kelly if he comes in here I'll kill him"

"Severide ya here that? YN will kill you if you go in that room"

"Got it" Kelly shouts back

"Ok. Now let's get you dressed"

"Hi we're here to check in for the Kidd- Severide wedding" Matt tells the wedding venue owner

"Yeah so I tried to call her but her voicemail was full"

"Well they're here now so let's go. Chop chop these two will run away if they don't get married right now"

"Well, the Miliniac wedding is back on and I still have his deposit, so I gotta let him in. We'll get you guys in here next month"

"Oh no they need to get married now" I say

"Hey buddy listen um they hurry up and get it done, cos they got serious commitment issues, so how about I offer you a hundred bucks?" Herrmann tries to to bribe

"No sorry"

"This is a disaster"

"What now?" Cruz sighs

"We go back to the apartment?" Kelly says with Stella stood behind him

"Hey I'll be back in a second" Matt kisses my cheek and walks off towards a boat

"So YN you and Matt are doing well"

"Yeah" I reply to Gabby clearing my throat feeling very uncomfortable

"Look I don't want things to be awkward. Matt and I divorced, I don't want him back, but I do want my friend back"

"Gabby..."

"I know it's kinda weird and this is Kidd and Severides day, but can we talk later?"

"Ok"

"I got a boat" I hear my boyfriend say. I leave Gabby and walk over to Matt and Kelly "right there. The tour boat"

"You sure everyone can fit on that?" Kelly asks

"They only have two people signed up for the tour, so Captain Herrera said we could buy it out. Even better, he's a ship captain, so he can marry you!" Matt saves the day

Once everyone's on the boat Matt and I sit next to each other

"You ok?"

"Yeah. Not like I get sea sick or anything"

"Just breathe through it" I give Matt a nod and take a deep breath just as Stella walks down the aisle with Boden

"Good afternoon, everybody. Usually, about this time, - I'm pointing out the width of Mather Tower. Instead, the fates aligned and here we are on this ship surrounded by the magnificent city of Chicago to celebrate the union of Kelly and Stella" the captain of the ship says. I lean my head on Matts shoulder "And I understand

this one's been a long time comin so let's get right to it, what do ya say?" This makes us all chuckle. Kelly and Stella say their vows which make me cry. They have their kiss and they are now man and wife

"Wanna get married?" Matt says leaning in my ear and we clap the newlyweds

"What?" I frown looking at my boyfriend confused. Matt stands up pulling me up with him

"I asked Severide and Kidd if this was ok to do" Matt gets down on one knee, I look at the newly weds who just smile at me "YN I love you more than you could ever know. I've been planning on asking you to marry me for a while and Severide gave me the idea to ask you today, said I wouldn't do it else. So YN will you marry me" I wipe the tears that have fallen

"Of course" I yell. Matt places the beautiful ring on my finger

"What do you say? Up for another wedding?" Matt asks the captain who smiles

"Why not"

"What right now?" I ask wide eyed

"YN I don't care about the big white wedding. I just want you to be my wife and your finally home. I don't want to wast anymore time"

"We don't even have rings Matt"

"Doesn't matter. I'll buy some tomorrow"

"Here use ours for now" Kelly and Stella take there's off making me chuckle

"Ok" Matt takes my hand, since we don't have our own vows we just repeat what the captain says. We say our I do's, kiss and now we're married "I was a fiancé for .5 seconds"

"And now your my wife"

We end up parting on the boat till it's late. I can't believe I'm married now. While Kelly and Stella leave for their honeymoon Matt and I head home, put the boys to bed and head to bed ourselves

"I love you YN. Promise we will have our honeymoon soon"

"Can we go to Italy?"

"Done"

"I love you to. Was the easiest yes I've ever made" I yawn cuddled up into Matt.

[queen-mihai]

OK I've got a little time. Let me tell you about 7 dimensions because it's way easier than I think we're imagining. Fair warning though, I only have words, and like, extremely basic drawing skills, so you're going to have to bear with me.

In some cases people talk about how we "can only imagine life in 3 dimensions, and to imagine anything more would require us to completely blahbity blahbity whatever"

I'm here to defy that notion. And I'm bringing math with me. Don't worry, it's basic and super easy. I literally do not have the patience to write out big crazy formulae, although you could with this if you wanted to.

Now imagine a sphere.

You're on it, hanging out, usefully for me, this sphere looks like planet earth.

Now let's say you wanted to put yourself right there in Africa someplace. That's a sphere, so we're gonna need height, length, and depth so I know exactly where to put the little smiley face that's going to represent you.

Oops, we already have to think in FOUR dimensions, because we can't forget that we're not stationary in the universe. We have to include "time" which is a concept that will help us soon. I went ahead and calculated that for you so you don't end up in the vacuum of space. No worries.

But scientists all over are talking about 4 dimensions. How the heck do you magically get to 7?

Well because we're already operating in 7 dimensions and I can prove it.

We're gonna leave the pictures behind for now and I'm gonna tell a story.

You're at a party. You got some bad news earlier and got your friend to come out with you. He wasn't gonna come out, but heard the distress in your voice and changed plans. He wanted to play beer pong, so that's what the pair of you do. Now with our 4 dimensions of space-time, you can calculate your shot to make sure your friend drinks when your turn comes up.

Throw at the right height, the right angle, the right distance? Perfect. In like Flynn

I'm not drowning anyone in technical jargon am I? Didn't think so. This is about as hard as it gets.

OK so you make your shot and he drinks. Great job.

But let's back up. You'll forgive me a little time travel since this is an imaginary scenario.

Now it's earlier in the day. I mentioned you got some bad news. Well you just hung up the phone and you're considering asking your friend to attend the party with you. Let's say you don't.

Well now..I mean you can throw a million balls in a million cups, your friend is not going to drink.

He's not there.

And with that, we've introduced our other 3 dimensions.

Let's put them all up on the board

Length

Width

Depth

Time

Potential

Influence

Probability

7 dimensions. We know the first 4 so let's go back to our story for the last 3.

Potential: in every situation, there are a seemingly infinite number of possibilities. Let's call each possibility a "Potential"

You're at the party, you're aiming your throw.

Potential 1: you hit, he drinks

Potential 2: you miss, he doesn't drink

Obviously an asteroid could strike, but.. that's not likely. These are the main 2 we need to be worried about.

Influence: You Are the one throwing the ball. Your influence on the ball will affect...

Probability: the likelihood of that ball going into that cup.

The thing is, going back in time again:

If you decided not to invite your friend to the party, he wouldn't have come. The probability of "he drinks" drops to zero because *he's not there*

Just like the thing with time.

Go back to the phone call and you're on with him:

If you just invite him to the party, he will tell you he's thinking of skipping this time. Still a low probability that our situation with beer pong is going to happen.

If you tell him you really want him to come, then you're increasing the level of influence, but maybe not enough to change that probability.

But then you tell him "I got some bad news today and I just really need a friend" and suddenly the potential of being at that table throwing that ball and getting him to drink rises above basically zero.

And I hear the argumentative asshats already "Mihai you iDiOT! YoU'rE jUsT dEsCrIbInG sTuFf ThAt HaPpEnS"

Yeah that's the point. I told you there's no "Woo Woo" here.

You had a bad thing happen

You applied your Influence over your situation by asking your friend to join you which they would not have done without your bad news call.

Your friend attending the party opened up the Potential that you may play a game including cups and balls and drinking

Your friend exercised influence over the situation by asking if you wanted to play beer pong

Then when you started playing, you threw the ball.

You didn't throw it before the cups were set up, meaning you interacted with time as well.

ALL of those things had to line up, just for you to even HAVE a cup to throw at or even a ball to throw.

Had you or your friend not exercised influence, you would not have been playing

Had your influence not won your friend over, they wouldn't have come

Potential? The Potential when throwing the ball is mostly it lands in the cup or it doesn't. The ball doesn't turn into a blue whale or sprout wings and fly away. It lands in the cup or it lands somewhere not in the cup. Those are the Potentials with the highest Probability.

We can think of these new dimensions as new x, y, and z axes.

Our entire universe is the original x, y, and z. Imagine a marble lying on the floor.

It itself is moving through time, which will be your fourth dimension. Meaning if you wanted to touch a specific spot on that marble, you would have to touch where it IS and not where it was or will be. That's dimension 4.

Potential would be like pushing the marble to the side. Left, the ball lands in the cup. Right, it bounces off. That's dimension 5

Influence is your up and down. Pick up the marble, it's no longer in the same place. Let it roll down a hill, it's not in the same place. You act on the universe with your decisions, influencing events around you. Eat a bowl of Ramen? That's an Influence. Drive to a party? You are influencing the universe the entire way there, the entire way back, and every step you take at the party. Even if you just sit still and meditate, the universe is actively being shaped and changed by your presence in it. That's Influence. And that's dimension 6.

And the finally, the one we've been talking about the most. Probability. That's your "in and out". Your marble universe isn't flat. You're not just touching the surface. You can stick your tweezers all the way into the middle of it. And the wider an area you want to hit, the higher probability you have of hitting it. The more precise you want to be, the more difficult it is.

And this scales all the way up and all the way down. Because it's affected by EVERYTHING.

Magnetism exerts influence on things that have gravity. Radioactivity affects the probability of a material staying together or breaking apart. Your desire to stop reading this long ass post is, even as I write it, exerting an influence on my willpower to make it any longer. Meaning the probability of this getting more paragraphs is growing smaller and smaller, and will soon lead to the potential of it being posted. Which will lead to new Potentials that will pop into existence as people read this and go on to affect the universe in their own ways.

The old gods never went away. They are reading this post. The 7th dimensional beings were in the house the whole time. 😂😂😂

Anyway I ain't nobody and I wouldn't presume to know anything more than people who have studied the universe for their entire lives.

It's fun to think about though 🥰 love you. Hope you're having fun!

[south-of-heaven]

Hi! Can I please request Rhonda/Reader/Shayna where the reader has always admired the incredible strength/talent of her partners but doesn’t have any fighting experience so they teach her some self defense so she feels a little safer when they are apart from each other?

Thank you so much as always!

Self defence || Shayna Baszler x Reader x Ronda Rousey

Summary: You've always admired your girlfriends strength and talent in combat sport. You have never done anything like that yourself but they decide it's time for you to learn some self defense.

A/N: Here are Shayna's actual self defense tips.

Admiring Shayna and Ronda for their incredible strength and combat skills has been a constant in your life. The way they move, the confidence in their every step, it's mesmerizing. And while you've never been one to step into the ring yourself, their expertise has always captivated you. Today, it seems, they've decided to give you a taste of what they're so skilled at.

You find yourself in a small training area, the mat beneath your feet a reminder of the countless battles these two have faced. Shayna and Ronda stand before you, their smiles warm and encouraging. You're not quite sure what to expect, but their presence is reassuring.

"Alright," Shayna begins, her voice firm but kind. "We're going to teach you some basic self-defense moves. Nothing too complicated, just things to help you protect yourself if you ever need to."

You nod, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Ronda steps forward, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, we've got you."

The first lesson is about stance and balance. Shayna explains the importance of keeping your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. You mimic her, feeling a bit awkward at first. But as you adjust, you realize how these small changes can make a world of difference.

"Good," Ronda nods, giving you a thumbs up. "Stance is key. It's your foundation."

Next, they move on to some basic strikes. Shayna demonstrates a simple hammer fist, showing you how to use your fist for maximum damage when you land it in the nose of someone. You follow suit, her guidance helping you find the right rhythm and power behind your movements.

"Nice," Shayna smiles. "Remember, it's all about using your body's natural strength."

Ronda joins in, showing you a quick combination of a jab followed by a cross. It's a fluid motion that you try to replicate, feeling a surge of satisfaction when your strikes hit the target they've set up.

As the session continues, you learn how to defend against different holds and grabs. Shayna's instructions are clear and concise, and you find yourself quickly catching on. You can't help but feel a sense of empowerment as you learn how to break free from a grip or disarm an opponent.

After a while, Ronda steps back, looking at you with a proud grin. "You're a natural."

You blush, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks to you two."

Shayna steps forward again, her expression softening. "Listen, we know this might be a bit out of your comfort zone, but we wanted to make sure you have some tools to protect yourself if you ever need to."

You nod, your heart swelling with gratitude. "I really appreciate it. And I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would."

Ronda laughs. "Well, we're not just fighters, you know. We're also great teachers."

Shayna chuckles, nodding in agreement. "And you've got a couple of the best instructors right here."

As the session winds down, you find yourself feeling not only more confident in your ability to defend yourself but also incredibly grateful for the bond you share with Shayna and Ronda. They've opened a door for you into their world, allowing you to glimpse the strength and resilience that defines them.

As you catch your breath, you glance at your partners, a genuine smile tugging at your lips. "Thanks for this. It means a lot to me."

Shayna and Ronda exchange a knowing glance before turning back to you, their expressions filled with warmth. "Anytime," Shayna says, "We're a team, after all."

Ronda nods in agreement. "And teams look out for each other."

You leave the training area that day with a newfound sense of empowerment and a heart full of gratitude. It's not just about the self-defense moves you've learned – it's about the connection you share with Shayna and Ronda, and the knowledge that you're stronger together, both in and out of the ring.

[libraryofneith]

Out of Mind - Chapter 5 (Joel Miller x Reader)

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Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 

Summary: A training session with Joel goes awry. 

Warnings/tags for this chapter: [18+, minors DNI], fighting, mild gore, first infected yay, cussing {shock, horror}, descriptions of shooting but I know nothing of shooting a gun so I apologise if I got anything wrong, feel free to correct me.

Don't worry I won't tell. And FYI, it's nothin' to be ashamed of.

You

You wake to the feeling of something pressing repeatedly into your side. Is that a foot? You groan and swat whatever it is away.

"Get up ya lazy ass." The familiar growl cuts through your post-sleep fog.

"Joel?"

"Who else?" You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"Everything OK?"

"Everything's fine, we're going for a little shooting practice." That's a surprise. All this time and he's never shown any interest in teaching you anything.

"Where's Tess?"

"She told me if I woke her up she'd feed me to the infected." You don't blame her. Tess rarely gets a day off, you and Joel both rely on her to keep things running smoothly. So that means you're finally getting some one on one time with Joel. Terrific.

A tense silence hangs between you two as you pick your way through the sewers out of the QZ. Surprisingly, Joel's the first to break it.

"You ever shot a gun before?"

"No."

"Seriously?"

You can't help but gape at the grass, the trees, the wispy layer of green, orange and yellow that seems to colour everything, you'd become so used to the browns and dusty greys of the inner city.

"It's not like I've never been near guns. Seen other people shoot em, just never done it myself." Joel casts you a furtive glance, clearly wondering what you mean, but doesn't push further. It's an unspoken rule in your peculiar little household not to probe into each other's pasts, and you're not exactly keen to volunteer your backstory. The silence resumes only more tense before until mercifully, the sewer line comes to an end and you're a safe distance from Boston.

"What's the matter? Ain't like you've never been outside the city." That much Joel knows about you. You used to roam inbetween places - with whom you still haven't shared - until you settled in Boston a few years ago.

"It's just been a while that's all." Joel allows you a few more moments gazing into the middle distance before reminding you there's a reason you're out here in the first place. He sets a tin can up on a nearby wall and gives you one simple objective: knock it down. Seems simple enough: safety off, take your stance, aim and... the bullet flies off embarrassingly far from the tin can.

"Impressive."

"Shut up."

"Your stance is all wrong."

"Well if you knew I was doing it wrong, why'd you let me humiliate myself?"

"To amuse me." His face is deadpan.

"Yes, I can tell how much you're amused."

"And you're not humiliating yourself. You've never done this before, no shame in failing the first time."

"Are you, Joel Miller, telling me I'm doing something right?"

"I, Joel Miller, am trying to teach you how to do something right. For once." And he's back. "Show me your stance again - no, not like that, your legs are too wide they're throwing your whole alignment off, ok now they're too close together-" Jesus Fucking Christ "try to keep them shoulder width apart."

"How am I meant to know the width of my shoulders?"

"You just feel it - there, that's better. Now, relax your shoulders, your gun will feel it if you're nervous..."

"I'm not nervous."

"Fine. Your gun will feel it when you're totally relaxed-" you can hear the eyeroll in his voice "just don't get so tense. Ok, now aim, look at where you want the bullet to go."

"Oh is that how you aim? Looking where you want the bullets to go?"

"Just do it. Ok, whenever you're ready... fire." This one is somehow even further than the last. "You get too excited when you pull the trigger, you jerk and it throws your aim off."

"Sorry, I'm still getting used to this."

"You gotta get used to this, practice aiming every day until the gun feels right in your hand, like it's a part of you. Try again."

You try, and you miss again."

"I can't do it."

"Yeah, everyone knows if you don't get it the first three times you're not gonna get it at all."

"Funny."

"Here just let me show you..." Then he's standing behind you, his arms on yours as he guides your body into the right stance. You try to keep focused on the target and not how warm he feels encompassing you, the press of his back on yours, his breath on your neck...

"Ok now just relax..." easier said than done "guide your hand, you're the boss here remember..." his voice seems to have dropped impossibly lower, whispering in your ear, fuck "and when it feels right, just..." It's your finger pulling the trigger but you're still surprised when the shot rings out. Even more surprising that the can pings off the wall. You find yourself jumping up and down, letting out a very undignified squeal in delight.

"I did it! I did it!"

"You sure did, now all I need to do is make sure I'm clutching at you whenever you're attacked." His tone is still grumpy but there's the whisper of the ghost of a smile in his eyes.

"Hey don't threaten me with a good time." You instantly regret saying that. The ghost is gone, Joel's body straightens up then he's packing up, muttering something about wasting bullets and how you'd better be heading back. And the silence as you walk back is almost unbearable. Eventually you decide you should be the one to break it since you caused it.

"Can I ask you something?" You receive only a grunt in response which you decide to interpret as a yes.

"Whose idea was this?"

"What?"

"The shooting - yours or Tess?"

"Mine." You're not sure what to do with that. Isn't that a good thing? You've been wanting Joel to notice you more.

"Why?"

"You need to learn how to defend yourself if you're gonna be out there with us, doin what we do, talking to the people we talk to..."

"I can look after myself you know, I spent years by myself before I met you two."

"Were you always on your own?" You weren't expecting that. Joel hardly ever asks you anything, and he never breaks the don't ask about the past rule. If he weren't staring at you, waiting for your answer you could almost imagine he hadn't said it.

"No. I wasn't always on my own." You think he wants to ask you more, the ever-present silence between you now feels expectant, but much to your relief he drops it.

"Sorry." What?

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry." You blink, suddenly realising you've stopped walking.

"What for?"

"For pryin'. I know I don't take too kindly to folk pokin' through my business, and your past is your business." Joel has never apologised to you for anything. In fact, you don't think you've ever heard the words I'm sorry pass his lips under any circumstances. He's looking at you - shit - he practically looks anxious but you have no idea how to respond.

"Joel... I... you..." then you see it, creeping through the grass ready to pounce. "Duck."

Joel drops unquestioningly so the clicker sails right over him and slams into you. Your hand clutches its neck as it lets out a furious screech, gnashing its teeth desperately towards your neck. Your muscles burn as you try to keep its teeth off you. You can feel the muscles in its neck pumping as it struggles with the unbelievable strength of something driven by a biological urge impossible to ignore. Then you hear a bang and blood is spurting all over your face and the creature is slumping against you, all signs of struggle gone.

You just lay there in a daze for you don't know how long, covered in this mutated body, its head that had been struggling to get to your skin now slumped into the crook of your neck. Then you taste the tang of its blood in your mouth and you're lurching up, retching.

"You ok?"

"Wha-"

"Did it bite you?"

"I- I don't think so."

"Sorry but I'm gonna need a bit more than that." That's twice now. You nod, head still clearing out of your daze.

"Check me."

You tense as Joel steps forward and starts examining you, hands running over your arms, lifting your trouser legs, fingers on your neck and jaw - you fight the memories of clutching that thing by its throat - turning your head this way and that, looking for the tell tale red marks and swelling veins under the infected blood still coating you. He brushes your pulse point briefly and you hope he can't feel your heart speed up. Joel grimaces, like he's steeling himself.

"I - I'm just gonna check under the collar of your shirt, just the top, just to make sure." You nod and he pulls the top of your shirt down just a fraction, just to see if the infected got at the top of your chest. You can feel his breath on your skin, just like when he held you as his arms guided your shot, and you're caught somewhere between fear, adrenaline and deep, deep arousal. You're simultaneously relieved and mournful when he finally steps away from you.

"You're clean."

"Ok. Good." You can exhale now thank god, you were starting to feel more than a little light-headed.

"You did good there."

"What?" And there's that eye roll again.

"Jesus you got clogged ears? I said you did good, handled yourself real well there." Thank god you're covered in blood cos otherwise Joel would be able to see the astonishing shade of crimson you know you're turning.

"Oh, I don't know. If you hadn't shot it when you did..."

"The only reason I could shoot it at all was cos you warned me. I..." shame creeps into his eyes, "I didn't hear it coming."

"Well of course you didn't, it came on your left side." The shame is gone, now replaced with surprise and wariness.

He's still completely still, and you're once again worried that you've overstepped, a worry you constantly seem to have with Joel, but eventually he gives a kurt nod.

"Did Tess tell you-"

"Nope. Figured it out. You always face people with your right when talking, Tess always stands to your right when she's talking to you, and back in that warehouse you didn't hear me coming cos I came on your left." He's assumed his trademark Joel Miller Statue Pose, trying to figure out what to make of this. "Don't worry I won't tell. And FYI, it's nothin' to be ashamed of. Some people can't hear so good, some people can't do other things so good. That doesn't go away just cos it's the end times."

"Ok then." You two resume your silent walk, your only interaction coming when Joel hands you a piece of cloth to wipe the infected’s blood off.

"You want it back?" He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Whad'you think?" You abandon it somewhere along the footpath. Then, as you're edging your way back into Boston he turns and says

"I'm glad. That you know." You don't ask him what he means, you don't need to. On the bright side, you finally seem to have worked your way into Joel's good books. On the slightly less bright side, you definitely have a crush on him.