#it DOESN'T MATTER. it literally does not matter if it does or doesn't

[wizard-of-interesting-failure]

No you know what I'm gonna take a second here. [Highly unhinged rant at the fundamental injustice, inefficiency, and sheer bloody-minded stupidity of current social technology below the cut]

Absolute horse piss. God, even setting aside how she deserved better from everyone around her and had the same right to a fully accepted authentic life as everyone else, imagine what she could have done if she was supported instead of being treated like this. If she wasn't fired from her job, ejected from her support network, and didn't have to constantly advocate for herself and people like her to be treated like human beings (which was brave and good work worthy of being honored but should never have been necessary in the first place, like rescuing people from a building that collapsed because it was built like shit)

Like okay I don't talk about this that often but I'm a kidney transplant recipient and I think a lot about how the field (like every other avenue of human endeavour) has been crippled by short-sighted bigotry. STEM fields are still hugely male-dominated (sidebar STEM is not the be all and end all creatives y'all super valid and important and your work is foundational to the functioning of STEM and human endeavour and quality of life as a whole; this is just the example that highlights the point for me personally) and it's like. If we didn't push literally everyone except cishet white guys well off enough to afford tertiary education away from everything in the area, would I just have an artificial kidney by now? Who knows?? I'm probably never fucking going to because stupid nonsense.

It's the same shit. And don't get me wrong, the individual human tragedy of unnecessary hardships on the part of this (and every) trans woman (and so many other groups besides) is morally horrible and an indictment of culture as a whole. But we'd probably have fucking blade runner robots or quantum computers or working fusion reactors or Actual Cool AI Instead Of The Current Horseshit by this point! Or a real Mars colony instead of some blowhard yammering on about it while he inflicts suffering on untold millions! Or God knows what else!

And don't even get me started on lack of opportunity for almost everybody in the world. It's like that quote about all the potential einsteins who were born and died impoverished without ever even touching a science textbook.

Like you wanna know why we're struggling so much? Population increase is supposed to mean more hands and minds on every problem but it doesn't because...ugh! Imagine if we cared about global poverty. Imagine how many more lives free of hunger. Imagine how many more people thinking about how to solve everything that needs solving.

I just. The morality is bad enough. It's a great evil by itself. But the sheer fucking gall of dressing it up behind progress and hard decisions. Do you have any idea how much "progress" this costs us? What a good investment humanity would be if we pulled our heads out of our asses for two seconds? What you, personally, have lost because the person who would have given it to you lived and died in preventable despair?

Again, I have to emphasise. People are worthy without contributing huge individual achievements to the arc of history. Society is a collective and everything everyone does adds to the weave and adds up to what we as a whole achieve, there's no real separating out of "this person did this thing" when they were supported by the entire collective of humanity past and present, and even if there was achievement is not the sole benchmark by which life is measured. A better life for everyone is the point, and the idea of "if I don't think you're contributing then you don't deserve anything" is a big part of how we got here in the first place.

There is no culling of the "unproductive". They are the ones who need this most of all. Every life matters, every life (yes, even that one) is a roll of the dice for a miracle of insight (not just in STEM; it all fucking matters and it always has), every life is its own purpose, every life is worthy, to save one life is to save all of mankind, to enrich one life is to enrich all of mankind, to be a life that is enriched is to be enriched on behalf of all of mankind, and none of these facts depend upon any others. There's a mind in there! A self-perceiving miracle of reality! Of course it's precious beyond measure regardless of context, you dipshit!

We can celebrate great advances and exceptional performances without ignoring that we, as a whole, made these things possible too. And we can recognise that these things are valuable because of what they do for everyone, and that the more everyone there is the more valuable they are, and that in order for making life better for the worse off to matter the worse off themselves must matter, and that every life is worthy and every soul is sacred and the people using Lynn's technology to help with their disabilities or live hidden from those who wish them harm or resist the forces I'm talking about here are why the technology is a force for good in the first place.

But I weep for the fact that we have squandered almost all human potential across all of history in short-sighted power-seeking and arbitrary outgroup punishments, and everyone everywhere has suffered for it. Yes, even the stupid billionaires; they'd probably live longer if they hadn't stepped on the people who would have discovered the cure for whatever ends up killing them. Today's average well-off human knows riches that would be the envy of the kings of old, and the average human if none of this was a problem would know riches that would be the envy of the oligarchs of today.

Lives being lived in ways that diminish other lives are ideally changed minimally so that they no longer do (this is the maximisation of collective freedom) and consigned to any other fate only with great sorrow. Even if it is right to do so, I do not believe it is ever righteous. Even if it is not regrettable that it was done in the present, it is regrettable that the past produced a present that required it, and a future that does better should ever be sought.

Just...fucking stupid. That we're so willing impoverish ourselves so that some other people we don't like for no reason can be impoverished more. That the only thing keeping us from Star Trek (not just the spaceships but everything else too) is petty fucking spite (and physics but who knows what backdoor bullshit we could find to work around that).

That Lynn Conway's life, extraordinary and laudable as it was, was made smaller by this rank fucking idiocy. I do not aim to diminish her work by considering what it could have been. I aim to diminish the age she was forced to live in.

Rest in peace, Lynn. You deserved unfathomably, infinitely fucking better, and we are all richer for what you managed to pull off in spite of it all.

[isaisliterallyhim]

heyyyy love your fics <333

can you do sugar daddy Kaiser who's always been rude and rough with reader but one day when he realises he's falling in love with them he's really gentle, asking how they feel and praising them? if possible can you do fluff along with nsfw???

ahh hii anon!! thank uu i appreciate ur words <33 anywayss i love the plot ohh gosh ygs r so creative omg

"And all I wanna do is stay with HER"

ft. michael kaiser . sugar daddy! kaiser . ooc! kaiser lol... . ness is in the story omg! . is ness ooc! too... . yes ness is ooc asw . character development.? . eventual smut . sex gulp... . piv ! . afab! reader . mistreated! reader ... . fluff asw . unreliable narrator

wc: 1.0k

"she's annoying." kaiser grumbled, taking a sip of wine. ness looked at him, "[name] cares about you that's why." the magician tried to lighten the mood. clearly, it didn't work.

"she just wants fucking money." he retorted. ness frowned, "can't you look at it in a positive way.? at least she's trying. take a look at all the others you've had."

that sentence had kaiser reflecting for a bit. "huh. i suppose you have a point for once, ness." the prodigy felt himself get a little flushed. "you're treating her so rough, how often does she even ask for money.?" ness continued. "don't be so harsh man! she's trying..."

the emperor tsked. "if she's so 'perfect' you take her then." he grumbled. jeez this guy is really helpless man... ness looked at kaiser disgusted for the first time.

"keep acting like that and she's bound to become who you think she really is." ness thought as he picked himself up and left kaiser to his thoughts.

later within the night, kaiser found himself scrolling through your photos after sending you some money (oh need that.) it hit him you were gorgeous. pretty face with a kind heart.. he was going to go insane.

the more he scrolled the more he admired your beauty. you radiated an aura that he just couldn't place his finger on. perfection was a word too vague to describe it.

shaking his head, he set his phone down. hands on his head, he was wondering. what the literal hell was he doing.? all he's ever done was treat you like shit because he had such horrendous experiences with others.

i mean, you were like the others. you were just there for the money... and attention i guess. but there was something more to it. he was just to blind to see it. (tf r ur glasses for mihya bro.)

it was late — hella late. 2:32 A.M.? there's no way you'd come over right? so what the heck were you doing at his door in a matter of moments?

kaiser opened his door, surprised. "you — you actually came?" he asked, somewhat in disbelief. "i'm right here aren't i, dumbass.. plus you called." you shrugged.

the satin on the bed somewhat wrinkled as the both of you sat down. "um, so why'd you want me to come ove-" you were quickly interrupted by an apology. "[name], liebling. i'm sorry. i'm sorry for my behaviour, how i treated you. scheiße, i'm so fuckin' sorry."

he held your visibly smaller and softer hands. his hands feeling quite the opposite. you were kinda a dumbass, "wha — michael huh...?" you shook your head giggling, "what are you apologizing for?"

his gorgeous blue eyes stared into yours. "don't act coy with me, [name]. you don't need to forgive me. i'll do whatever for your forgiveness. please. do you want more money? gifts.? flowers..? wha.. god. what do you want?!" kaiser asked desperately.

you looked at him with a deadpan expression. god, has this man ever been treated alright.? "mihya, i don't really want anything. yea i mean i love money i mean — who doesn't love money. but i'm not here solely because of money." you sighed.

"yes, you have money is definitely a positive trait but, you have more to it. money isn't the only thing that makes you lovable." you continued to ramble. his hands released yours. you were caught in his embrace.

"mihya.?" you whispered. kaiser knew how scary it was to love someone. the amount of devotion you must give. the time and effort. one wrong move? it could all crumble.

his embrace got tighter, you were tensing a little bit up. was he gonna beat you like what the heck is goin' on?! he knew you were always running away from love, 'cause your daddy never gave you enough :((

hey, same for him as well, no? "meine liebe." kaiser breathed, "let's try again together. i'm done with the 'you deserve better' bullshit. i have the choice to be better and i'm taking it."

he loosened his embrace on you, hands on your shoulders. you met his gaze. all it could scream was blue of desperation. not going to even lie, most dedication you've seen in your whole life.

you were still skeptical — hell, i can't blame you! you've been mistreated all the time by partners, getting taken advantage of... what change is this rich and attractive man going to do? he has the money, the women ugh... thinking about it made your head hurt.

"what do you say, liebling. let me show you.?" he leaned in, mumbling into your ear. hah! as if you'd believe what he said and give him a chance.

kaiser would be lying if he said he didn't regret making up with you earlier. he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss you. hell! every bit of fiber within him missed you! his lips on yours, oh gosh. he's going crazy. :c

a little while after what was supposed to be a sweet make out, he found himself aligning his tip to your slit. you had glossy eyes as you stared back up at him. he had you pinned onto the bed...

"are you sure?" he asked stroking your stomach, his hands then tracing your curves. "fuu-uck. you're perfect." he mumbled. you nodded in response.

as he buried his length into your warmth he swore he got sent to heaven. "sh-shit.. scheißescheißescheiße...! please you're made for me..." he continued, his lips once more pressed onto yours.

nah, at this point his cock was stretching your opening... it hurt. kaiser broke off the kiss as he groaned, "you take me so damn well.. i'm sorry for being so horrid to you."

you were practically crying, was it cause the sex was good? cause of kaiser? you didn't know! "m-hya.." you sobbed out so sweetly. it was kaiser's last straw.

your walls were sucking his member in man..! how could he not..? your noises could kill him oh gosh! one last thrust and his length was kissing your womb :c "i'm sorry meine liebe, i-" the emperor didn't even get to finish his sentence as he finished in you <3

he pulled out just to push his fingers back in. admiring your form and expression. maaaan, kaiser couldn't ask for a better girl >< dawn came, so did kaiser, 'cept he n you came multiple times :3 kaiser could make it better. all he needed was just one more day with ya.

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags !! : @twijaxx ♡, @kyvkc

a/n: hey guys.. hey anon.. guess who's finally back heh... my writers block actually fried me so bad its diabolical man.. yes i lost motivation half way along w the plot tbf i had this in my drafts for 2 weeks or smth... i'm so sorry if this wasn't what y'all wanted ill cook for the future ones ;-; not proofread btw good GAWDDDD if kaiser was my sugar daddy man.. money and hes hot YES PLSS (no im nawt shallow but tuition fees are booty bro yall cant blame me.) yes this is all yap ALL MY NOTES ARE YAP OK </3 but um.. yay ilygs a lot mwa mwa <3

[keferon]

I know baby orca that got snatched in the ocean would get transported with a helicopter to locations and stuff, so maybe something like that ?

Also Jazz hanging at the pool's water surface (probably dissociating) due to a lack of enrichment has been haunting me for many various reasons. One thing i keep thinking about, though, is Prowl witnessing that by accident one night. Maybe they've only known each other for a couple of days so Prowl at this point only got to witness this weird orca who is all soft and cutesy with the humans and endlessly chatty with him, even if he only knows like three words.

Then one night when he happens to wake up, he just gets to see Jazz hanging up there, perfectly still and awake, and also unresponsive. He's probably been up there for a few hours now. It just. Ouh.

YES YES I WAS ALSO THINKING OF THIS

Prowl would look at Jazz's weird proportions. At his thin tail and curled fins and be like what is wrong with you? What the fuck is going on here??

And then he would see Jazz just. Drifting aimlessly on the surface. Floating there like a piece of wood. Like if he was fucking dead. And it would be SO UNCANNY.

Prowl would probably try to talk to him or make him do something instead but. Realistically? There's nothing to do and nowhere to go.

And it just clicks in Prowl's head. Jazz was living like that for YEARS. It's not his laziness. Not him being weird like that. There's simply no reason to do anything.

Prowl moves a lot because he has places to be. People to meet. Problems to solve or literally anything else. Jazz moves because he's bored of staying still. And then he stays still because he's bored of moving. There is no purpose. There is no progress and no change. It doesn't matter what he does the outcome is still the same.

I think Prowl would be so fucking scared once he realizes he has a chance to repeat the same fate.

And then after they learn that humans plan to move Prowl back to the ocean? He would be FUCK NO I'm not leaving you to rot in this horrible concrete prison.

[jules-ln]

This is a big Pet peeve of mine but I'll confess right here and now that I am a nerd

And I hate when people compare Viktor and Jayce to Achilles and Patroclus

I've been obsessed with the Iliad since 2019, and I've read a lot, and I mean A LOT of essays and books about the Iliad and about Achilles and Patroclus more specifically

So I guess you could say I kind of understand Achilles and Patroclus a bit

And my question is, what does Achilles and Patroclus have in common with Viktor and Jayce other than they're men and gay? Like no seriously, what?

Because, the core of Achilles and Patroclus' story; the most important part it's that they're soldiers, I can't even tell you guys how fundamentally important is that these guys are soldiers

And a big part of Jayce and Viktor's story is that they AREN'T soldiers, they're scientists! And literally a big part of Arcane would've been very different if both of them had stayed scientists instead of becoming a politician and Jesus

"they're both tragic!" Bish

Achilles and Patroclus' story is tragic, because Achilles chose his pride over Patroclus

Like Patroclus' death? 100% avoidable, wouldn't have happened if Achilles had stopped being a baby for once in his life and actually listened to Patroclus and went back to fight

Viktor and Jayce's story? Literally about Jayce choosing Viktor over everything else, About Jayce choosing Viktor over Mel, his mom, Cait, Piltover, magic, etc etc

At the end of the Iliad Achilles' hubris is punished by the story taking away the love of his life

At the end of arcane, Viktor is forgiven, Jayce and him get to be together, doesn't matter if it's in an alternate dimension or super gay heaven, but it's a hopeful ending

So the complete opposite of the Iliad

Listen, I love both Patrochilles and JayVik, but these two have almost nothing in common

And I would get into why their personalities aren't similar either but like, it's 2 am and I have to go to work tomorrow so, lmao

[iturmom]

fuck it i'll explain myself real simple like line by line so everyone can understand because i'm sick of thinking about this.

1 idk who anthony bourdain is. my tags are not in response to him as a person or his character but what he is saying in this snippet of an interview. i still haven't looked him up and it doesn't matter because i am not making a character judgement of him. i don't give a shit about his character. his words were a conversation starter for me, nothing more.

2. it gives off alpha male vibes. does that mean he's an alpha male? no. am i suggesting he's friends with andrew tate? never. again i am saying nothing about his character, just the vibes of his words. people are so much more than just one out of context conversation.

3. judging a woman for how she eats is inherently misogynistic. she's been literally trained like a fucking animal since birth to eat dainty and be ashamed of everything. and now you're judging women for the way they were socialized in a patriarchal society where boys are allowed to eat like animals but girls get shamed for it. now a man is shaming girls for the way they've been conditioned. he's not only talking about his wife he is talking about women as a whole as if women are a monolith. because when you say something in a public forum like an interview in a famous publication i assume that is obviously seen by many people, when you suggest things about women, it can be internalized by every woman or afab who reads it. he should know this when he is speaking in public platforms. any public facing person should know this, i mean they make money off this fact

4. no one seems bothered by this one thanks

5. or this i guess?

6 7 & 8 i think i explained pretty well? i can clarify further tho

9. i don't eat for a man's entertainment or lack thereof i don't eat for men! fuck anthony bourdain for the tiniest annoyance of the slight implication that women's eating habits have anything to do with a man. i'm sure someone has said fuck anthony bourdain before and got drinks afterward with him. i imagine that's how celebrities live sometimes idk? so yeah i think he can handle an internet stranger saying fuck anthony bourdain on a post he'll never see? i don't think he cares really he has a lot of money

10. the implication is there bc he gave many examples which were exclusively meat, and one cheese which is. idk not much better? cause like i don't eat meat so is he suggesting that when i go on a date i'm supposed to order a whole block of cheese and just bite straight into it like an apple? no he's not bc he's not thinking about vegetarians bc it's impossible to go feral over a vegetarian burrito, over a veggie burger, is what i'm kinda taking from where his focus lies. doesn't eat meat= dainty= unsexy= bad. not necessarily in that order but these things seem to be implied.

after that i just devolved into irrational anger for the drama. i thought that was pretty obvious by wishing he steps on a lego and not wishing actual suffering on him..... sorry it didn't play very well i guess

also never said it was a joke. i don't do comedy. i was exaggerating my emotions for the drama. if you don't like people who exaggerate their emotions sometimes then my blog is not for you and that's okay!

[szhmidty]

I can never really get over how much of the resentment towards modern art is based purely on some group of art nerds liking art you hate and disliking/dismissing art you like, and being strident about it.

With architecture, I kinda get it. You are forced, in some sense, to engage with architecture. It's funny to me that there seems to be widespread ignorance about the fact that large bricks of steel, glass, and concrete keeping getting made for economic reasons rather than artistic ones, but the distaste and frustration for it makes sense.

You just don't have to go to an art gallery full of modern art, though. Duchamp's fountain is not hiding in your closet ready to jump you.

"But szhmidty, all these hoity-toity art critics say that bullshit, degenerate modern art is supremely important, some of them even insult your intelligence or proclaim you ignorant for not liking a painting with 3 stripes or a "sculpture" that's just a lamp with a barbie doll shoved in the bulb socket."

So? Why do you care? Why do you worry about their opinion? They don't matter! They don't determine the direction of commercial art, and their relevance outside their narrow field is negligible. They don't matter, or they wouldn't if you'd just get over your seething hatred.

Why do you care if this person called you a baby for your art taste? In what way does it affect you? Why does it make you so angry? I truly do not get it.

At a certain point, I need you to realize that you're trolling yourself.

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You know what art I "love"? Christian art. Well, the stuff that's well crafted and coherent enough to be somewhat entertaining on it's own merits.

I didn't bother watching God's Not Dead 2 though 46 or whatever, but I thoroughly enjoyed watching the first one. That movie evinces a level of contempt for me, me as a person, me as someone who thinks like I do, in a really pure, unadulterated way.

The studio, actors, and champions of God's Note Dead deeply hate me and everyone like me.

But for the life of me I cannot muster resentment towards that film that comes within an order of magnitude of the resentment towards modern art and it's defenders.

There is, I guess, the unpleasant fact that I share a world with millions of people like that, that such people ultimately decide national policies. I would prefer that not be the case.

But on a personal level I just don't value or care about their opinions enough to be insulted by them. It's like being insulted by a toddler. I would genuinely be more upset if a friend's kid called me a butt-face in anger. At least I want the kid to like me.

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I have a similar dynamic with "subs only" anime fans. You have specific cases where the dub is more of an adaptation of the original, where there are strong differences between the sub and the dub, and for those I'll grant that the sub is probably better.*

I'd originally written up a paragraph on subs vs dubs here, but actually it just doesn't matter. I basically never watch a sub unless the dub is genuinely horrible, or the story is wildly different because the dub got censored for american audiences or whatever, or if a dub literally doesn't exist.

There's a large contingent of anime fans who feel contempt for me as someone who defaults to watching dubs. They will openly mock and belittle dubs preferers.

And like. I just can't care. Outside of a personal enjoyment in having arguments and yelling about things I do and don't like, I simply feel nothing when I see contemptuous comments from subs preferers.

*The exception is Ghost Stories. Anyone who recommends the sub over the dub isn't merely a disciple of the holy art of subtitles, they're just delusional. Or they hate the very specific brand of humour that the Ghost Story dub is going for, but if I'm being honest I would not believe the average crunchy roll subscriber if they claimed to dislike it. I've seen what makes them cheer.

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There's something of an irony to writing 10 paragraphs dedicated to people who insult me only for me to end each section with "I don't care." Like why would I write so much if I didn't care?

Mostly I'm just trying to look for cases where I might be on the other side of this issue, the side of the insulted, belittled, and demeaned, to put myself in the hot seat, as it were.

You can believe me when I say "I don't care" or not, I don't care.

[arbitrarykiwi]

It's Just Businesses, Baby: After Hours 3/4

The Recruiter/The Salesman x Recruiter! Fem Reader Smut Series

Summary: he saw no reason why they would hire you. He did just fine at the job! The higher-ups were stupid for even bringing you onboard, you had to be a liability. You were a walking enigma, a witch! He hated every little thing you did. So when he tells himself he's following you so he could always be a step ahead of you, he doesn't understand hwy after each meeting he's left wanting to see you more.

Warnings: smut (18+) , stalking , mentions of murder and choking , somnophilia (kinda, reader pretends to be asleep) , oral (f receiving) , spit , dirty talk , fingering , degradation , name calling (bitch, whore, slut) , he's mean , cum eating , no aftercare , he's a warning in himself , read at your own risk

Other Chapters: Workplace Conflict 1/4 , Overtime 2/4 , Professional Provocation 4/4

It was getting harder and harder to keep justifying his anger towards you logically…the thing was he wasn’t the most logical man if it meant he didn’t confront the true feeling whatever he felt was.

So he continued to hate you. Although you tasted do fucking good.

After your last interaction with him in the subway late at night, you were quite literally part of every thought that occupied his mind. That night, when you made it up the stairs and he was sure he was out of your field of view the fingers that were in your cunt, we’re going straight to his mouth. His tongue lathing over his fingers and cleaning them of your arousal.

He curses himself that he did it, but what was he supposed to do after he fingered you in the subway?! He couldn’t walk home with your wetness coating his fingers, he sure as hell couldn’t dirty his suit and wipe it off on there, and even though he does carry a handkerchief-he reasoned that’s no use for one and he didn’t want to be bothered to wash it…. So by that ‘logic’, the only option he had was to clean his fingers in his mouth.

He also rationalized that he didn’t ’finger’ you, he simply humiliated you- proved his point. Won the game.

But, like most thoughts he has that regarded you- no matter how hard he tried to not think about the saccharine taste of your cunt…he couldn’t stop. He needed more.

He loathed that you were ahead of him, that you had whatever plan you did and went out your way to track him down in the subway, catch him off guard, and made him break the company policy. He’s not even sure if there is one, but he guesses with the other rules set in place to limit your interactions with each other, being knuckle deep in your cunt also had to be one.

You made him do that. Yet another reason to be mad at you. Another reason for him to want to get back at you- to be one step ahead of you. So that’s exactly what he works to do.

But he’s a man that runs on hubris, a narcissist at heart. That was his flaw- as much as you showed him time and time again that you were a smart little thing, he talked himself into thinking that you could never truly get to him, you’d never be above him. Sure, you got him on a few small things….thats neither here nor there.

He was the first recruiter, he was the only one they needed for the games for the longest while. You were just backup, just collateral if anything were to happen to him. So he kept doubting you. And that’s what makes his work to get one step ahead of you so much harder. He couldn’t bring himself to admit you were good competition, that you kept him on his toes and that he thought you were unpredictable. No, he was far too good for that, instead, he wanted to put you in your place. He needed to wipe that smug fucking smirk off your face.

It took him a while to think of a plan. He knew he couldn’t kill you, the frontman would surely kill him for that. He couldn’t torture you, you’d definitely go running off to the superiors and rat him out in that bratty, sarcastic voice of yours. The things that he would resort to were not things he could do. For once in his life he felt like he was the one in some sick and twisted game.

You were driving him mad. If he could kill you, it would be an easy out! He wouldn’t be thinking about the way your outfit hugs your curves, the way your cunt was squeezing around his fingers, the way your breath hitched and small moans fell from your mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of you…..the way you tasted.

So he planned that he would scare you, wipe the smug grin off your pretty face, make your bratty voice break and tremble….in fear….yeah definitely fear nothing else…

If he was a bit less sure of himself, less confident and cocky, he may have caught on that you weren’t some easy little bunny that the big bad fox could hunt down. But he didn’t, he was confident that he would be able to follow you to your home…to your private residence. The thought alone sent a shiver up his spine, like a pirate who was close to the buried treasure marked on a map. There was something so intimate about it, he would know so much about you just off this alone. He would finally be ahead of you!

He wanted to know what type of house a sinful, conniving woman liked you lived in. Maybe it was some lavish house on the hills, or maybe it was some shabby apartment in the inner city. He wanted to know more about you, to use it against you of course….no other reason.

It was a plan that would take a long while but it would be worth it.

It started with him watching you leave the dingy space that you two call an office. He didn’t want to move too quick, no, he knew you were keen- he couldn’t follow you and track you like any normal person. He simply diverted his normally straight path to stop a crosswalk at the end of the street, pretending to wait for the signal to cross. When he sees your back fully towards him, knowing there’s no way you could see him watching- he tracks you as far as he can. He sees you walk down to the opposite end of the street he was on and turned right.

Then he waited a couple of days. He couldn’t risk you finding out what he was doing! He figured that after a couple days when you made no smartass comment about him staring, you didn’t see him watching you. So he repeated the process. Walked to the crosswalk, watched you turn right, then when he saw you turn the corner- he began to follow. He didn’t get greedy, he knew if he followed you straight the whole way home, you’d surely catch on and notice his presence. He stays at the corner you turned on and watches where you go next, as far as he can until you’re out of sight; you turn left.

This routine repeats for well over 3 weeks, he’s made good progress! He’s gotten to the point where he knows the first 5 minutes of the walk home. He figured out what subway you get on, what exact bus and what time you get on- you even had a particular subway car and train seat you sat on every time. He found it peculiar, but it definitely made it easier for him to track you.

He implemented the next step, he began to leave work a little early. You found it odd, sure- but you figured he was going out on his odd side quests or doing something for the frontman. He made his way to the subway he knew you took and staked out. He lounged on the bench until the time he knew you’d be headed down the stairs in those pretty heels of yours.

When he knew you’d be arriving, he hid out of view, blending in with the crowd of other subway passengers. He knew exactly what car he needed to enter, the one behind the one you always pick. You almost made this too easy for him! He placed himself in a perfect spot to where he could see through the window of his car into the one you sat in. Riding it until you got off. He memorized the stop and rode the subway to the end of the line. He couldn’t get greedy.

It would take a couple weeks of repeating the same steps, following you just a bit each day and picking up where he left off. He was beginning to think you lived in a different state at this point with how long you traveled to your house. He couldn’t remember how many times he had to ride the same train car to get him to the last place he left off only to follow you a block further- stopping to then repeat the same thing over and over again. He kept having to tell himself you weren’t his normal target, you wouldn’t have been hired as a recruiter if you were. So he had to take it slow, he couldn’t rush, you would catch on to someone following you even if it was under a mile.

He was sure he would have to go another day of the same routine, he’s followed you more than normal tonight. He needed to see where you lived. He needed to have that one thing over you. That personal detail that would drive a shiver up your spine anytime you think about the idea of him knowing exactly where you go to sleep…he needed to know it. When he was about to give up and stop following you, you turn towards a sleazy hotel.

There was no fucking way. He spent all this time following you, tracking you down in hopes of finding your house or apartment or wherever you permanently resided, to only follow you to a fucking hotel.

He could have killed you on the sidewalk. The rage he felt was immeasurable. You were playing some sick and twisted joke on him.

You really weren’t. You were just painfully aware of the line of work you were in. You slapped people, tortured people, tricked people for a living- you weren’t exactly everyone’s best friend. You also worked with unstable individuals like yourself- they don’t need to know where you live. He doesn’t need to know where you lice. You live nowhere near where you work, staying in various hotels while you were in your ‘working season’ only to return home when you weren’t needed for more than two weeks or when the ‘working season’ was over and the games were going on.

He decides he’s come this far, he’s going to continue to follow you. He thinks he’s exceeded how far he should be following you, but you haven’t looked back once. He’s sure of that because the whole time he was entranced by the sway of your hips. You turn and enter the hotel, briefcase in hand, heels clicking against the cement of the side walk.

But you did catch on. Admittedly it wasn’t during the entire week, you didn’t catch him once the whole time. Not until tonight. Not until he followed you for a little too long. You debated on turning around, catching him in the act and seeing the shocked face he made. The idea of him following you pathetically through a 15 story hotel sounded much better to you though…

So you kept your head forward and entered into the main door of the hotel, walking into the lobby and heading directly to the elevator. He waits outside for a moment, it is late after all not many people would be entering into the lobby- you’d hear his footsteps.

His ears pick up on the way the click of your heels fade, you’re far enough away for him to move in. He steps into the lobby of the hotel. It’s dingy, posters plastered everywhere for brothels around town, a number to call if you wanted a massage with a happy ending. As he walks further in, towards the elevators and sees a bowl of condoms on the front desk, he realizes this is a love hotel. Somewhere where ladies of the night go with paying customers or where young couples go to have a night on the wilds side. He grinned a bit, how depraved could you be to stay in a place like this? Naughty girl you were.

You weren’t in the lobby anymore, so you disappeared into the elevator. He knew you were the only one who was just in the lobby so you were the only one who would have used the elevator. Standing stoically, smug grin on his face like he won the lottery, he looks up to the electronic display of the elevator, an arrow points up and next to it the numbers count up.

1….2….3….4…5…

The numbers keep climbing until it stops at floor 14. The number stays the same for a moment, the electronic display pausing- you were getting off on the floor. As if proving his point, the display changes, the arrow pointing down and the numbers start descending.

14….13….12…11…10

He presses the up button and soon the elevator reaches the lobby, opening up with a creaky mechanical whir. He steps in, feeling the elevator shift slightly as he steps in. For such a smart girl, you sure stayed in some dangerous places…He scoffs to himself and presses the button he needs. Floor 14.

The ride up is excruciatingly long, every time he watches the number ascend and tick up closer to his destination he feels his excitement bubble up. He didn’t even know what he’d do with you. Maybe he’d watch you sleep and take a picture to leave for you to see in the morning. Maybe he’d climb on top of you and wake you up with his hands around your throat so he could watch as you wake up scared and petrified of him. The possibilities were endless!

The spiraling list of ideas is halted when the elevator reaches its destination. The doors open, squeaking open like the metal halves are fighting to pry themselves open. He was hoping that the floors were small, it would make it much easier for him to figure out what room you’d be in. Life never was easy on him though so when he steps out onto the gaudy, plush red carpet of the hallway and sees the hallway extend a long way in either direction he thinks maybe he should turn around and come back tomorrow. He’d hide out behind one of the large plaster columns in the hallway and wait until you arrived and watch what room you went into.

He sighs, trying to keep himself from yelling out in the hallway and altering you or other hotel stayers to his presence. His hand comes up to rub his face, pulling at his skin as he breathes deeply to gather himself. His eyes open when his head is still staring at the floor. Never in his life did he think he would appreciate the stained, overbearing, shag carpet of the hallway but when he sees the distinct impression of small circles, the heel of a shoe, tracking down the hallway to the left- he’s never loved a choice of interior design more.

The impressions are faint at first, hardly able to be seen but as he follows, they become more prominent. They were ‘newer’, he was getting closer. And the closer he got he began to smell a lingering trial of your perfume. It was almost a sweet, amber smell that was tantalizing. So very recognizable, he was so so close.

The imprints in the carpet stopped in front of a door labeled ‘1457’. This was your room. He could feel his body heat up, his clothes feeling impossibly tighter. He told himself it was excitement to finally prove he was in charge, to put you in your place and make you fear him like you were supposed to. However, his cock that strains against his slacks as he stands in the hallway tells an entirely different story. He looks down at the lock on the door- perfect it’s just a simple key lock. Not the electronic key card lock most of the expensive hotels have. It’s almost like you want him to come in…his smile is twisting into a wicked grin.

He can’t enter now, he thinks. You’re probably just getting settled, you’re probably still on high alert from walking to the hotel, you’d easily attack him if he entered now. He wanted to scare you, take you completely by surprise. He could wait until he hears the shower, break in and catch you vulnerable as the water trickles down your skin….but that was almost too easy. So the decided on standing out in the hall, for however long it takes until he’s sure you have settled into the hotel bed and have fallen asleep.

He’s sure he’s stood there for well over three hours, listening to every rustle of your feet on the carpet, every sound of you moving things around as you got ready for bed, how you’re then getting into the creaking bed, the sheets rustling as you settle into for the night. And then silence. He waits a little longer just to make sure.

Placing his briefcase down on the carpet, he unlocks it and fishes a small pouch out of the briefcase. A lock picking kit. His dark eyes train on the lock, fingers working with the tools expertly as he works the lock open. A click resounds through the hallway, his breath halts- he’s hoping you’re a deep enough sleeper you didn’t hear it. So he stays frozen for an unknown amount of time, 30 minutes, 45 maybe? He wasn’t going to mess this up now.

When he’s certain the lock clicking didn’t wake you, he places the lock picking tools back in his briefcase and closes it up. He grabs the handle, standing back up straight and he fixes his suit and grabs the handle. He’s done this before, broken into places he shouldn’t be so he knows the drill, he twists the knob slowly- all the way and pauses when the latch clicks out of the doorframe.

Pushing the door open slowly, pausing abruptly each time it threatens to creak, he works it open just enough to slip into your hotel room; he couldn’t let the light from the hallway flood into the pitch black room and wake you. He repeats the process to close the door, twisting the knob all the way, closing it slowly, and slowly twisting the knob back to latch the door shut.

He fucking did it.

He couldn’t even begin to put a name to the feeling he felt. Months of him working up this plan and following you slowly for weeks had led up to this. Sure, it wasn’t your house, but it was still somewhere he knew you were staying. That was enough for him. He squats down to place his briefcase on the floor by the door he entered in from. He pauses again once he stands straight, worried that you’d just feel his presence in the room.

He can see your sleeping form on the bed, you’re not even covered by the blankets, sprawled out and fast asleep with the mass of blankets and pillows around you like a nest. He couldn’t see all of you but he could see your silhouette- you didn’t stir one bit. He moved across the floor, taking step, after silent step until he was at the foot of the bed, looking down on you. You’re haphazardly thrown on the bed, almost like you were so exhausted you didn’t even make it to the bed before you fell asleep, like you sat down on the edge of the bed and laid back- not intending to fall asleep. You’re turned slightly on your side, face buried in the sheets of the bed.

His breath catches in his throat, he’s never seen you in anything other than the long sleeve blazer and pants that you wear to work so when he sees you in nothing but a white tank top that does little to hide your hardened nipples and some lacy panties with a cute little bow- all ideas he had of what to do to you went out the window. His mind was blank.

His eyes roamed over your bare skin, taking in the way the moonlight from the window highlighted every contour of your body. He doesn’t realize his salivating until he has to swallow and almost chokes on the amount of spit he has in his mouth. He’s seen you murder fully grown men, he knows your slap has a force of someone six times your size, you’re a ruthless killer in the line you work in- yet here you are in the cutest pair of panties, they’re even decorated with a little bow.

He can’t help but chuckle softly, what an enigma you were. His body stiffens when the sound of his laugh causes you to stir, moaning softly in your sleep. You turn fully on your back, your legs spreading the slightest bit. Something primal burns inside him, it’s raw and hungry. His body acts on its own as he walks closer to the bed, slotting himself in between your thighs and hovering over you.

You still don’t wake up. He can see your eyelashes fanned out on your cheeks, eyes twitching as you dream peacefully. He’s dropping to his knees, leveling his face with your cunt. His pupils are as wide as saucers as he stares at the outline of your cunt that is contoured by the lace that shields it from his view. Ever since he had his fingers in you, felt you clenching around him, he’s wanted more. He needed to taste you again, needed to see the cunt that he was once knuckles deep in.

He slides his hands up the bed, hovering over your hips before they settle on your skin. You still don’t seem to wake. He leans in and takes a deep breath, basking in your scent. His body acts on his own accord he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. His nose runs up your slit against the fabric of your panties, pressing in ever so slightly.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head when he feels the wetness that begins to soak the fabric. How were you already aroused? Were you having a nice little dream?? His hands tightened their grip, pulling you down on the bed and into his face. A soft, sleepy whine falls from your lips and he freezes. His eyes watch your face intently, taking in every slight movement and twitch- but your eyes still don’t open and your breaths are still slow and shallow.

You’re still asleep. At least that’s what he thinks.

You smell so fucking good. His thoughts are spiraling, running through his head a mile a minute, bouncing between yelling at himself to stand up and leave and wanting to truly taste all that your sweet pussy has to offer.

His animalistic urges win and he’s moving one hand to hook his thumb under your panties and pull them to the side. He has to suppress the growl that threatens to rise from his throat when he sees a sticky web of your slick that catches the moonlight, connecting your panties to your cunt. When he finally sees your pussy on display for him- he’s a goner.

Of course the bratty coworker he hated so much has the most perfect cunt. His thumb that is pulling your panties out hot his way presses down on your inner thigh, pulling your pussy lips apart so he can get a perfect view. He’s not even checking to see if you’ve woken up at this point, he’s too entranced by your pretty cunt. He takes the fact that you haven’t shifted or fought him off as proof enough that you’re still asleep.

His lips part, tongue lolling out of his mouth he tries to talk himself out of this- he’s supposed to hate you. But the sight of you sopping cunt is too much, it would be insane of him to leave now. He’s licking a fat stripe up your cunt, flooding his tastebuds with your salacious taste once more. This time straight from the source and not off his fingers. He hears let out another moan, a soft whine as you writhe against the sheets- but you don’t jerk awake abruptly or push him off….so he continues.

His tongue runs through your sopping folds, tracing up and down each intricate crevice of your cunt. His eyes flutter shut at he noses himself further into your cunt. He has no time to react when your hand threads itself in his raven hair, breaking the cast of the hair product and pushing him deeper into your weeping pussy.

“Y-you… hah!… you really thought I was a-asleep?” You say through broken syllables, a wicked smile on your lips as you look down at him. You don’t miss the way his eyes widen slightly when he’s forced further into your pussy, nose diving deep into your folds, nudging your clit. “I saw you f-following me outside the h-hotel.”

His eyes narrow just as fast as they widen and his assault on your cunt becomes more vicious, he’s sucking your clit into his mouth and circling his tongue over it, he pulls back- easily fighting off your forceful push, showing you that he could have done it much sooner if he wanted to. “You want to act all big and bad? Try again when you’re not panting like a bitch in heat.” He scoffs, words muffled by your cunt, the vibration of your words only making your hips jerk sporadically against his mouth.

“Keep trying to sound all angry while, crying out like a whore. It’s cute…pathetic” He seethes, delving back into your cunt. He’s relentless, giving you no time to prepare for the assault of his tongue. The pink muscle dips down, slathering your pulsing hole with a wide lick. His nose is rubbing deliciously against your clit, spreading apart your folds even further. His fingers are digging so hard into your hips, he knows he’s sure to bruise you- the thought only makes him more aroused.

Your head falls back into the pillow, a moan falling from your lips helplessly as his tongue delves into the tight ring of your cunt and devouring your insides. He’s vicious, violent. He’s obsessing over your taste, coaxing more and more slick out of your dripping entrance, drinking it down eagerly. His eyes are drilling into you, you can feel it although your head is tipped back. Your thighs are jittering around his head, threatening to close around his ears.

He laughs into your puffy folds, pulling back. His hands remove themselves from your hips, sliding down your legs and gripping at the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs back. He’s crawling onto the bed and pulling you like a ragdoll, tilting your hips up and holding you nearly upside down. Your knees are nearly touching your ears and your neck is craned at such an awkward angle but you can’t complain. That would give him what he wants.

He pries your thighs open once again, pulling your pretty cunt, raw and red from his ministrations already, open nice and wide for him. “I have barely done anything to you and you’re already closing your legs. How weak can you be?” He coos out, almost like he’s talking to a baby. You grit your teeth and glare up at him, you don’t answer him, but you still give him a smartass retort, “Thought you hated me? H-hmm? What happened to that?” You try to spit out, though when your words come out they are a pathetic squeak.

“You truly are insufferable. Annoying.” He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to your clit. You cry out, your hand flying to your lips to try and silence your noises. “You’re in no position to talk back. Spread open like a slut for your co-worker. Don’t you have any shame?” He chides, glaring down at you before turning his gaze back to your cunt. You writhe in his grip, never in your life have you felt this vulnerable. You’re sure he can see the way your cunt is clenching around nothing with how wide he has your pussy spread open. He can.

“F-fuck you.” You growl out, making a feeble attempt to wiggle out of his grasp. He knows you’re much stronger than that, he knows you can do better. “You’re pathetic. You want this….not even trying to leave.” He hums out, thumbs massaging the sides of your cunt- up and down in a slow, insufferable motion. “Always running your mouth, never fucking shut up do you?” He growls, thumbing over your clit in a rough circle that has you jolting against the bed and whining into your palm.

“Seems like the only way I can get you to shut your mouth is by playing with your cunt. Should have done this a long time ago…put you in your fucking place.” With that sentence, he’s diving back in, jaw dropping all the way open to engulf the entirety of your cunt. His tongue is swiveling in patterns that is making your vision swirl, your thighs shaking violently. The pink muscle circles your sopping entrance a couple times before prodding its way into your fluttering hole.

Your hand drops from your mouth to grip at the sheets, trying to keep yourself on this plane of existence. The cheap fabric of the hotel sheets threatening to tear under your manicured nails. Globs of your slick dirty his face, dropping down his jaw in milky-while drips. He’s drinking you down like someone who hasn’t had water in over four days, like his entire begin is dehydrated and the only salvation is the thick arousal that he’s scooping out of your cunt with his tongue.

“O-oh my god…” you slur out, hips trying to lift up even farther to push his face deeper into you. You needed more. He’s speaking’s something against your swollen lips, the vibrations making an electric shock run up your spine. You can’t even make out what he’s saying, you’re too lost in the pleasure he’s giving you. He’s mean, relentless in how he’s greedily eating your cunt. He’s successfully working towards his goal- breaking you.

The sound of your high pitched, creaky cries has him growling into your pussy. You’re always so sarcastic, a venom laced within your words…not now. You’re pathetically crying out, nearly sobbing as the sound of his wet tongue and lewd slurps fill the room. The gasp you let out when he releases his cunt from your mouth has him laughing darkly. “No bratty remarks now? Finally learned to respect your seniors?” He muses, the tone sadistic.

You pry your eyes open to look at him. He’s covered in your arousal. It trails down his chin and neck in debauched gooey drips, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips clean of the wetness left over. He spits down on your cunt, the warm saliva covering your pussy and dripping down your entrance. “Such a fucking mess you are.” He growls out, fingers smearing the mess across your cunt, every movement of his fingers makes a loud ‘schlick, schlick, schlick’ sound. “Messy slut you are, hm?” He hums out, looking down at you with a mocking look.

“Y-you’re the slut!” You whine out, hips rolling into his hand, “E-eating me out while I was a-asleep. Oh fuck!” Your back arches so much it’s almost painful when he pinches your swollen clit between his fingers, deliberately cutting off your pathetic attempt at talking back. “But you weren’t asleep. You were trying to be a manipulative bitch.” He quips with a wide grin, “You talk far too much, you sounded much better when you’re whining like the needy bitch you really are”

With those words, he’s diving back in, lips wrapping around your clit and sucking. That makes your back arches heavenward once more, a loud sob comes from the back of your throat and your eyes are screwing shut. He chuckles into your cunt, zeroing in on your throbbing bud. He’s pushing his face deeper into you, drinking every ounce of your wetness that seeps from your pussy like come deep down, primal desire.

Your wanton moans and cry’s hit him like a freight train. Every sound that falls past your lips makes his cock jump and his hands tighten their grip on your thighs. He’s nestling his face deep, lips and tongue assaulting your clit relentlessly. Your thighs are shaking violently, trying to fight against his hands that hold them down and open. Staying still was impossible, every lick of his tongue as your body jolting against the bed.

“What? Can’t take it?” His voice is a low timbre that has goosebumps erupting over your skin. “Always so confident…so mouthy.” He’s spitting on your pussy once more, diving in to lick your cunt clean with clouds slurps before pulling back again, “Not anymore though…this all you needed? Someone to eat your slutty pussy?”

“I- ah!” You have no option to get a retort out, his lips are wrapping around your clit and one of his hands removes itself from your thigh. You can feel his lengthy fingers prodding at the tight ring of your entrance, collecting your slick on the pads of his fingers before pushing in. Moans are ripped from the both of you. You sob out from the feeling of his tongue abusing your clit and two of his thick fingers stretching your cunt. He’s growling into your dripping heat when he finally gets to feel the tight grip and the warmth of your cunt around his fingers once again.

The digits pump in and out of your sopping hole with deliberate, skillful movements, curling upwards and hitting that sweet spot deep inside you with such speed it has you letting out a surprised yip that falls into a desperate plea of ‘slow down’. He doesn’t listen, of course not, he’s laughing into your cunt and continuing to ravish you.

With every shake of his gaping maw, you catch the way he’s covered in you. Your syrupy arousal is pouring down his chin, covering his face and drenching his hand. His fingers are curling up into you viciously, hitting your g-spot over and over. It has you trying to squirm away, hand reaching up between your thighs to try and push his head away. It was so much. But it was so, so, fucking good.

“Mmmm…” the vibrations of his hum have you keening. “Keep trying to run away, I like seeing you struggle.” To punctuate his words, his fingers pull out of you and as your pussy gapes around nothing he’s sucking his teeth and spitting into your clenching hole. The warm sensation has you letting out a wracked sob that has his mind swirling and his heart racing even faster than it has been. The sound goes straight to his cock.

His fingers are diving back into you and his mouth wastes no time attaching itself back on your clit, he wasn’t going easy on you. He’s sloppily sucking at your cunt, drinking down every drop of your salacious slick. You could feel every single inch and deep curl of his fingers bulling the spongy wall of your g-spot. Lewd squelches and slick, wet, slurps echo each one of your moans. It’s so sloppy.

Your teeth dig at the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip to try and stifle some of your pathetic moans. Without the sound of your moans echoing off the walls you can hear how wet you are. Every squelch is reverberating of the thin hotel walls. The orgasm that has been building up in your lower stomach is burning now. You’ve tried so hard to keep it down, to seem like you weren’t effected- but with each swirl of his tongue and thrust of his fingers deep into your pussy- you know you’re not going to last much longer.

You can tell he knows it too, you can feel him laugh against your clit once again, the sound only driving you further towards the nirvana that your orgasm promised. Your toes are curling in pure ecstasy as your hips grind desperately against his fingers and tongue, chasing your high. You’re so close it hurts. “Gonna cum already?” He mocks, “Not so tough now…so easy.” The words are drawn out lowly, like a snakes hiss.

“Mhm!” You helplessly moan out, your head nodding. You can’t remember the last time you felt like you needed something so badly. “F-fuck, p-please!” You cry out, knuckles turning white with how hard you’re grasping at the sheets. “Oh?! And now you’re begging?! What a desperate fucking whore.”

His words only drive you closer to the edge, he’s so evil. His fingers thrust into you even harder, your slick splashing out of you in depraved squelches, dirtying his suit. His lips capture your clit once more, tongue rolling against it in dizzying circles. Just when you think it can’t get any better, his hand is speeding up and nearly vibrating inside your cunt as the tips of his fingers assault your spongy g-spot.

Static erupts in your ears as you cum harder than you ever have before. It washes over you so fast you cant even tell it’s coming before it hits you so hard. Your thighs are jittering violently, his hand that was not in your cunt is gripping so rough into your thighs the pads of his fingers are making red circular marks that will stain your skin for days to come.

He is greedily drinking up every bit of cum that pours out of you, eyebrows knitting together as he moans into your cunt. The taste of your release is something that he will surely never get off his mind. He’s going to have to go home and fist his cock to the aftertaste of you when he gets out of here. His fingers work you through your orgasm, pulling out only to be replaced with his tongue. His hands grasping at your ass to spread you wide open. His tongue delves deep, licking at your spasming walls to collect every bit of cum like it’s his rightful reward.

Sobs wrack your body as you twitch against him, your hands flying from the sheets to cup over your face to hide your expression. His tongue is so long you can feel him deep within you, inch after extending inch, mapping out your walls and sucking every bit of your orgasm down his throat. You’re seeing white, he’s working you to overstimulation at this point.

When he’s certain he’s coaxed every amount of your orgasm out of you, he’s lowering you down to the bed gently, making sure you’re situated before he’s crawling off the bed. You let out a breathless laugh, chest heaving as you run your hands over your face to brush away the hair that stuck to your forehead.

You hear him rustling around but you’re far too fucked out to even register what exactly he’s doing. “L-like I said before…s-so much for hating me.” You mock sarcastically. You don’t hear an answer though, it’s unlike him. Normally he’d bite back with some response, not this time. The sound of the hotel room door shutting makes you pull your hands off your face.

Sure enough, the hotel room door is shutting and you catch a glimpse of his figure walking out the door.

He knew that it would have been ‘right’ of him to stay with you even a minute longer. But he wasn’t exactly the most morally sound person. As soon as he was granted the delicacy that was your cum, he was snapped out of whatever animalistic trance he was in. He realized exactly what had happened, how he didn’t follow any of the detailed plans he’s crafted, how he just ended up eating out the co-worker he kept telling himself he wished he could kill. He just needed to leave, he couldn’t even fathom who he was anymore.

Back in the room, you scoff in disbelief. You know exactly why he left but you’d figure he’d stay longer to bask in how he broke you down..he didn’t. He’s walking out of the room before you even had a chance to rub in the fact he was just nose deep in your cunt. You’re flopping backwards on the bed, a fucked out smile on your face. Even if he left abruptly, you got what you wanted.

You broke him just the tiniest bit more.

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[nakylvr]

being able to finally do all of the gf things what both you and fboy dani have always wanted now she can finally hold you and not back away being nonchalant 🙄

literally 🙄 sometimes you catch her trying to be nonchalant again if you're hanging out with her friends like she'll have an arm around you and slowly start pulling away without realizing, but the moment you grab her arm and put it back around you and give her a look you can see her expression falter and she turns a little red after being caught. she can't help it, she genuinely forgets sometimes that she's actually dating you and not just hooking up and hanging out, so there's times in the beginning where she sometimes pulls away or does something that someone in a relationship wouldn't do. example a, texting girls that obviously want to hook up with her still despite knowing she's with you. she doesn't ever hang out with them or anything, but you two had an argument about it which had her blocking them all and actually owning up to being with you after you threatened leaving and not talking to her if she continued. it's when you two are at some frat party together that you realize she's serious about being together when she was drunk as hell with some girl all over her and she physically pushed her away when the girl tried to kiss her, saying how she was with you and wasn't going to lose you cause she was drunk and some girl didn't listen when she said no. you had been watching the whole thing, and when dani sees you she's drunkenly saying apologies despite not doing anything wrong, the alcohol making her more emotional with tears in her eyes thinking you'll leave her. you end up having to take her back to her place because she's so drunk and practically crying no matter how many times you tell her it's fine. that being said, she doesn't remember any of it the next morning. but it was all her true feelings and emotions that night.

[orpheuslookingback]

oof man I've been loving severance in general but I think that last episode is the first one I have like lots of Thoughts about that I feel like I can at least kind of string together lol. Like I was moderately worried about what direction the Dead Wife thing was going to go in. Because it would have been so easy (and kind of disappointing) for her to just ultimately be an object that exists as a goal/motivator for other characters and not a person (as is common with Dead Wife characters, both literal and not so literal); that's sort of what she's been so far, with just the tease that she could be more. And unless they drop the ball big time (which god I hope they don't), this episode already made it clear: she IS more. Like revealing her to be both physically AND mentally alive at this point in the story is such a good writing choice and feels SO crucial to escaping from some of the really cliché permutations that these kind of basic story arcs/character archetypes can fall into.

I know everyone's been doing the orpheus/eurydice comparisons and now I know people are talking about how mark and gemma are now both actually the orpheus to each other's eurydice, but it's also this: gemma has been split into who knows how many people. She's his eurydice. She's his orpheus. And she's her own orpheus, too. Because she gets herself out of the underworld and then, not remembering she has, she's sent right back down again. And she hesitates and turns around one more time. But she doesn't know. She doesn't even know what she's really looked back at. She doesn't know the world she's sent away. Not until she's back in the underworld, and she's eurydice again.

Also! To interplay him remembering her, give us a classic Dead Wife Sequence- complete even with some of the classic images! The beautiful woman smiling in nature, lying in bed, looking at you, the light warm for the very first time- with the cold, stark reminder that she isn't actually dead, and more than that is still conscious and trying to get out and find him- is SUCH a cool move. Like it totally flips the idea of the Dead Wife Sequence on its head. It's not just grief anymore. It's not just using a lost person as a prop that our hero fights on in memory of. It's the Dead Wife Sequence as horror.

Because she's still the Dead Wife and yet at the same time it dramatically shifts her role in the story, right? Because it turns out everything she is to Mark, he is to her. This unreachable person who you now know isn't dead but who you cannot get to and you cannot know the true present reality of you can only take the word of people you don't totally trust or know. And so, they are dead. But now you know it's only to you. Because we've seen them both now, and we know they're both not just alive, they're fighting.

("she's not dead, she's just not here")

She's not your Dead Wife but you can't help the fact that in your memory, in your mind, she is. So you're the one, in a way, that's killing her. And you're her Dead Husband. "He's moved on" and you know that's a lie but does it really matter until you see him? Until he's real again? Because until then, you're both choking on ghosts.

And the ghosts aren't even really there.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV Musings - Unreliable Narrators: Louis

I am SO sick of people in this effing fandom calling Louis an unreliable narrator as a thinly veiled code for him being a LIAR™. Everyone lies, to themselves & to others. Unless you're a literal sociopath, no one wants to be the villain; blamed for things effing up; or take responsibility for eff ups. But there's a patented difference b/t someone OCCASIONALLY LYING, and a HABITUAL LIAR™ whose modus operandi is to willfully deceive, manipulate, gaslight, trick or con(trol). Louis is many things (good & bad); and no, he can't be relied on to tell the story straight, for many reasons (that are & aren't his fault). But the one huge factor differentiating his 1973 interview (a la the book) & his 2022 interview in Dubai is Louis' SINCERITY.

2022 Dubai =/= 1973 SanFran: Odyssey of Recollection / Memory is a Monster

The whole premise of AMC!IWTV is that there are things Louis CANNOT REMEMBER about his past, no matter how hard he TRIES to remember. Back in S1 Jacob Anderson was fighting for his life not to spoil anything about S2, cuz by then he already knew that yes, Louis IS the problem with this whole recounting, cuz HIS MEMORY is the problem. How TF can you sit here tryna tell your life story when you don't even remember wtf happened!? ("You don't need a memoir, Louis. You need a hundred sessions of EMDR!") You're unreliable AF!

JA said "Louis REALLY BELIEVES that a lot of this is the TRUTH." But that deep down he KNOWS something ain't right.

Rolin Jones specifically wanted the 1x7 image Louis presented of him & "the love of my life" Armand to look like the scene from The Graduate. There's ZERO CHEMISTRY with Loumand in this shot, cuz it's not REAL. It's FORCED, a PERFORMANCE, just like JA said Lou is always been forced to do: perform; presenting the cookie-cutter image of a man who's supposedly got all his crap together, when BTS he's a freaking wreck who doesn't even KNOW or love himself ("Who are you, Louis? If there was no me? If there was no him? Who would you be? What do you want? How're you gon' get there?").

And Loumand doubles-down on that fake AF performance in 2x2, cheesing & hamming it up as if they're the perfect Stepford Family. And Daniel calls that ish out immediately; "keep selling it;" cuz he's "built this way," to dismantle BS, and Louis KNOWS this, and WANTS it to happen. The person constantly tryna STOP them is ARMAND, (Daniel effing pounced in 2x5 to sort everything out while Armand was AWAY. Daniel realized what/who the REAL PROBLEM was!).

Lou called Daniel for a reason, to help him UNPACK the jumbled mess ("he's good at his job"), cuz Lou KNOWS something's wrong with the way he's telling the story. Lou KNOWS he's unreliable, that there's a very real problem with him, and that he needs HELP. Louis is not a LIAR™, he has AMNESIA. That does NOT make him the villain or the bad guy, or the one to point malicious ableist AF fingers at as a gotcha! every time it's repeatedly said that YES, Lou's NOT the most reliable source of information; cackling like hyenas when Dan asked if Lou's schizophrenic and totally missing how that's the crux of the matter: Louis is mentally unwell, and CANNOT process his traumas all by himself; for reasons that both ARE and also are NOT his fault.

And what's more is that Lou HATES himself--his Confession Booth monologue lays out everything he hates about himself and will continue to hate himself for, even for the things that legit aren't even his fault (Louis: "I failed my brother!" Father Matthias: "NO, son!"). Lou's suicidal & all-too-willing to accept & internalize the NEGATIVE things people who HATE him say ("maybe I am arrogant!"), or what people actively plotting AGAINST him say ("You should go with Lestat's version, for the book, I think. I'm sorry!").

Self-loathing is at the very core of The Vampire Chronicles, and precisely what Prince Lestat finally teaches the vampires to get rid of at the end if the book series: the self-destructive self-sabotaging tendencies rooted in self-loathing that led vampires like Nicki & Louis (AND Lestat) to kill themselves, rather than to seek help or help themselves get better & love & accept themselves. Accepting that they're vampires doesn't mean they have to act like soulless monsters--they DO have a soul/conscience & CAN/SHOULD take responsibility for their actions, esp. their effs up, to become BETTER.

Louis is the antihero of IWTV, but DANIEL is the actual hero. Louis couldn't save himself from any of the situations he was in; he needed HELP (Claudia in S1, Armand & Lestat in 2x7, Daniel in 2x8). Without Daniel getting Sam's script, Lou would've just accepted how "that's the end of it. There's nothing else;" assuming he finally had all the answers & everything was sorted out, when CHIIIIILE~! 💀Lou was still in the Sunken Place!

After Armand's seismic lies were exposed, Louis finally started "learning to live honestly" without the toxic sludge of literal mind control keeping him back anymore; and esp. without Armand's narrative spoonfed to him that Lestat hated him & wanted him dead.

1973 SanFran: lies on top of lies

The 1973 interview was a whole steaming crappy heap of lies Louis told Daniel but most importantly HIMSELF. Cuz the SEISMIC LIE Armand told him about "Banishment" had a ripple-effect, dominoe implications. If Armand saved Lou and NOT Lestat, that means Les must've really hated Lou and was fine with him being executed at the Trial. So Lou spiraled, thinking Les didn't love him (anymore?), and that Lou himself was an idiot for falling for what must've obvs been lies Les fed him the entire time about their oh-so-sacred "cord you cannot see, loving you with ALL of myself," if he could let that disgusting lynching happen and NOT save his "Companion Heart."

Louis SINCERELY WANTS to remember & give the more "nuanced portrait" about his life. But if the person at the center if his life is Lestat, and Lestat screwed him over, what does that mean about Louis' whole life? He picked the wrong person--he chose Lestat over Paul, over Claudia, over himself, and THIS is how Lestat treats him? No, Les must've manipulated TF outta him, he's the devil, Claudia was right that Les is the "Father of Lies!" What "love?! I bled him like a pig and waited for the death rattle!"

BUT!

Lestat was MORE than Louis' Maker. They really were companions. Their hearts beat in sync the way Lestat & Claudia's obvs NEVER did. Something MORE than the Vampire Bond tied them together. It WAS real. Right? Lestat did love him, right? So wtf? The math ain't mathin. ARMAND is the love of my life.

Right?....

That's not a LIAR. That's what a real library of CONFUSION looks like.

[babybearnation]

Jenson Button (random smutty HCs, you know what we talked about 🫣🫣🫣🫣)

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i got you 🫡🫡

bottom!jenson button x younger!top!male!reader

cw: brief mention of safe word usage

jenson is perpetually desperate

he's almost always horny and literally always down for sex with you

not afraid to beg for your cock and will happily do it when you ask him too

humiliate him for being topped by someone younger than him and he'll cry so prettily when he cums

a teasing brat who hates being punished

he'll flirt with other drivers and tease you with winks, smirks and dumb suggestive comments

he doesn't like overstimulation and will safe word every time, but edging is the number one way to get him to babble out apologies for being a brat

won't admit it but he loves it when you mark him up because even though it's "childish" he loves the possessiveness from you

a scratcher - your back is pretty much always clawed up

very much a pillow princess - if you want him to whine and beg, make him ride you

he's not very flexible so don't try and bend him about too much

bend him over your desk though and jenson will wear the table marks/bruises with pure pride and bliss

gets jealous easily and will purposefully cum on your clothes to get your attention

if you pull his hair, jenson will whimper so prettily

when you let him fuck you (he's not in control, of course), he'll thank you over and over

he considers it an honour to be able to fuck you, especially if you flip it over and take what you want from him

does basically anything you ask him for because he loves to please you

if anyone has anything to say when they realise he's the bottom in your relationship, jenson will literally not care

he's happy, you take care of him, and isn't that all that matters?

© all rights to babybearnation 2025.

[katerinaaqu]

Lol where did I say anyone's opinions is less than another's for that matter? Actually that is literally what you said to me. That my opinion doesn't matter because someone else had that opinion. And I also love the "I am not afraid to" like I feel honored you think someone would be "afraid of me" but that was never part of my profile to begin with lol. No one said you cannot say your opinions. Ironically you came and say to me that my opinion is off. I mention my ethnicity because of your comment about how Greeks look like and I said that I believe I qualify very much to say how Greeks look like. That is not an opinion that is a fact.

I am pretty sure you are being confused. Greeks are europeans. If akin color is not race (which I agre you can find variants to each race group if one can use that) but my comment just in case it escaped you was to show exactly that when you show different ethnicities that also belong to different races or ethnic groups it should be commendable from all sides. And I as a Greek person know that Greeks come in all different shades within the European spectrum. Not in every shade as to every continent in the world. Of we talk about ethnically Greeks that is. If we talk about people with greek nationality that belong to different ethnic groups of course they are as greek as I am nationally but ethnically speaking Greeks are europeans. People in Africa come in many different shades as well. That doesn't mean that I will hire a Scottish looking person to play an African deity nor will I make a historical film about South Africa or Zimbabwe by hiring people from nowadays predominantly white communities just because they are born and raised in Africa for hundreds of years. The same with Greeks. Greeks were moving around in Africa AND Asia. That doesn't give me the right to cast ethnically Greeks to play ethnically African or Asian people just because "different shades" it just looks wrong. And I would absolutely agree to anyone opposing such a bizarre notion.

Like I said the people that I talked with didn't enjoy it. They mocked it. And again I love it how literally double standards is the reason why you attack me in the first place. That for some reason out of the entire bunch voting here it was MY COMMENT about MY CHOICE that erupted this reaction from you or the other commenter but lol

Okay there were a bunch of people who enjoyed racist movies of the past about Africa as well. Does that make whitewashing of Africa right? Of course not. People disrespected the Egyptian history for ages and yet people enjoyed it. Does that mean we shouldn't make it right? Of course not also Greeks laughed at the inaccuracies for a long time and there is always a breaking point for everything or when someone says "maybe it is starting to get too much" the same way that Greeks also complaint about how North European actors are being constantly hired to play greek figures as well. They liked it once they liked it twice but after decades and decades it became annoying and disrespectful.

And I understand and appreciate your opinion but again if it is not so important then why won’t you let people who DO care speak their mind on them and again I wasn't even speaking on the artist whom as I said I deeply appreciate their style and the way they offer effort to the art and all. If it is not important then why did you step in? Again I insulted no one. In fact people came for me with the will to attack me and they have attacked me before for having an opinion for my own culture and its representation and never have I implied that my opinion is the universal truth or truth for all Greeks etc.

I disagree. Like I said Greek gods to me are better depicted as Greeks wanted them to get depicted. The same that Egyptian gods should be as Egyptian wanted them depicted Indian gods should be as Indians wanted them depicted and so on and so forth so the idea that there is no such thing as accuracy to me is wrong. But as I said before that is my opinion.

Redesigned my Athena.

[peachesnpears95]

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Shadowpeach (+ Shadowpeach being parents to MK) incorrect quotes -because my gallbladder is probably trying to kill me, and I'm in pain and bored- Round 2: GO.

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Sun Wukong: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about.

Macaque: What are you passionate about?

Sun Wukong: Sleeping.

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Sun Wukong: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Macaque!

Macaque: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

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Macaque: You have to apologize to them Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

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Sun Wukong: Hey, wanna take a dip in the hotsprings with me?

Macaque: I have a shadow version of your staff hidden under the roots of our Peachtree. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it to my skull and kill me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

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Macaque: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me.

Sun Wukong: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

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Sun Wukong: How the hell are you still alive?

Macaque: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are. -This is what happened in Episode 9 of Season 1 when Wukong went to rescue MK and found Macaque attacking him.-

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Macaque: Wow, Sun Wukong, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Sun Wukong: We literally slept together yesterday.

Macaque: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

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Macaque: Where are you going?

Sun Wukong: To either get peaches or commit a Holy felony. I'll decide on the way.

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Sun Wukong: MK, what does IDK, ILY, and TTYL mean?

MK: I don’t know, I love you, talk to you later.

Sun Wukong : Alright, I love you too, I'll ask Macaque.

MK: Wait- Sun Wukong , no-

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MK: Well, has Sun Wukong been wrong before?

Macaque: How wide are we willing to open this up?

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Sun Wukong: MK, what do you have?

MK: A KNIFE!

Sun Wukong: Okay, have fu-

Macaque: NO!

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MK: I just had a long talk with Macaque and Sun Wukong about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

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Macaque: What do you think MK will do for a distraction?

Sun Wukong: He'll probably, like, scream 'here comes Monkie Kid' or throw my staff around. That's what I would do. I would scream 'here comes Monkey King' and throw my staff around.

Building explodes and several car alarms go off

Sun Wukong: …or they could do that.

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Sun Wukong: I have so much energy, I want to level a mountain or commit a crime… which should I do?

MK: Please don’t get arrested by Heaven.

Sun Wukong: No promises! <3

Macaque: Why not both? Get creative!

Sun Wukong: Wonderful suggestion, thank you.

MK: Please don’t encourage him, Macaque.

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MK: I will find us a covered wagon and horses. If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

Sun Wukong: Oh, please. We're not children, bud.

MK leaves

Sun Wukong, casually: … Eat the end of my staff and die.

Macaque, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

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Sun Wukong: I hate you sometimes.

Macaque: Well according to this picture MK drew of us holding hands that's not true.

Sun Wukong: Macaque, you drew that.

Macaque: It doesn't matter.

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MK: Monkey King won’t wake up, what do I do?

Macaque: Did you try whacking him upside the head with your staff, Kid?

MK: Yes.

Macaque: I’m out of ideas.

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Sun Wukong: We're having a baby.

MK: Oh, congradu-

Macaque, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.

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[skeletonh0e]

Fuck it

Fresh Sans x Reader (SFW AND NSFW cuz I'm not a coward)

Literally everyone in the multiverse is going to judge you from a mile away

"Really? HIM???"

Yes. Him.

The strange thing about dating him though is that at first glance it's hard for people to tell if you two are like actually dating or if you two are just really good friends

Because given how Fresh reacts around everyone else it's actually hard to tell

He's touchy, he does kiss you just randomly on occasion, he's generally friendly and supportive but it makes it a bit hard to tell who he's into someone or just....

Being himself

You normally have to explicitly state that he's your boyfriend for others to kind of get it

Or Fresh says it, normally basically akin to "ayo yo yo! it's 8 o'clock me and my boo are supposed to watch all of fresh prince of bel air together! gotta scram!"

And yes, you are the boo in question

His pet names are normally again no different from what he calls others "bro, bruh, dude, homie" (yes he treats all these terms as gender neutral) but you do get the more actually romantic ones like "my boo" or "baby" if he's in a genuinely sweet mood

I will say he only has a vague sense of what he's doing, make no mistake if you managed to befriend him then pursue a romantic type of relationship with him, he trusts you completely and makes that abundantly clear. However he struggles with most emotions in general soooooo

Kind of just repeats things he sees on TV and goes off vibes

Dates are usually extremely cheesy as a result and painfully over the top, often done with his own twist about things. Think hiring a band to play you a song over a moon lit night dinner but the song is all start and the food is like chicken nuggets and mac n' cheese

Surprisingly also gives you a lot of gifts

Sometimes it's things you actually like and would expect from a romantic partner, other times it's just like gag gifts or something random he found that he thought you'd appreciate like pretty rocks, a jar of goo, or something you're pretty sure was an organ at one point (you don't know you don't ask)

One time proposed to you with a ring pop cuz he was told this was something people in relationships do

You still have the ring to this day ofc he got you the best of the best it never ends, never goes bad and you just have to clean it if it ever gets dirty

Also you basically have a free multi universal traveling service here, say the word and he'll take you anywhere. Hell, you don't even gotta say anything sometime he'll just pick you up and take you on an adventure

Which yes it doesn't matter how small or tall you are he will just randomly pick you up, the only difference is the way he does it as it can range from lifting you up above his head or tucking you under his shoulder

On a more serious note since he's not the most aware person about feelings and relationships you'll have to be painfully blind when communicating your feelings

Speaking of he's kind of shit at comforting you

He'll try, willing to hug and go "let it all out broski" but doesn't really know what to say

Especially if he's the reason your upset

Fresh: "bby who hurt you i will karate chop them so hard!"

Y/N: "It was you dumbass!"

Fresh: "....."

Fresh: *process to karate chop himself*

I wouldn't say he's super protective or even all that jealous for that matter, but he doesn't like people messing with you and he especially doesn't like people hurting you

So he's never afraid to intervene

Will just poof into existence between you and someone you were talking to while sounding off the worlds loudest airhorn

No one would call Fresh pure evil but uh, he definitely has some questionable morals. You may have to reign him here or there

Unless you wanna encourage that side of him ya know what they say YOLO baby

Definitely the type of partner to just annoy you like "you've gone too long without paying attention to me so I'm just gonna lay on top of you now"

He's very touchy with everyone in general but especially the case with you

Fairly big on PDA as a result which leads to the afterforementioned confusion with others not knowing how legit this attraction actually it

Hope you're ready to receive a lot of goofy ass text and very silly memes

Literally sliding into ur dms 24/7 and you cannot get rid of him

He wuuuuves you ❤️🧡💚💛💙💜

NSFW (BELOW THE CUT MINORS LOOK AWAY)

Does not know what sex is

Man is definitely asexual, it's a bit unclear where he falls specifically on the spectrum and trying to get him to pick a label is hard. However he's never had urges and certainly never had any reason to get into it

Until now at least

But you will have to explain it otherwise the moment you attempt something he's gonna be CONFUSED

And explain in detail cause he's gonna have questions

A lot of questions

And he still doesn't one hundred percent get it, but he's not disgusted by it and while he might feel little to no sexual arousal

He does like making you happy

He has the ability to make whatever junk you want, so it's basically build a bear

It's still Fresh though get ready for him goofy ass to just keep yapping

Very vocal especially when he turns you into a quivering moaning mess

While he can make his own gentials his favorite thing to do is give head or really just use his hands, the latter allows him to keep talking. And with thus man's extreme stamina he can do it for hours so again you'll have to make it VERY clear when too much is too much

Also an aspect he kind of gets into is lingerie, but I think he just likes you seeing you in pretty outfits and enjoyed skin to skin (skin to bone) contact a lot

Naturally expects for the focus to be on you and him to top especially since he all but outright confirms he's in this for YOU not for him

If you try and turn the tables on him he will be an EXTREMELY whiney and needy bottom especially if you tease him

Be warned too much teasing and he'll flip the roles back with a VENGEANCE

On a more serious note, definitely will have to ease him into extreme kinks not only because everything is new to him but he might also take it overboard

He is genuinely trying though so be easy on him

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Hello :),

[EDIT: This is a super long asks, sorry about that 😭. I‘m just very unsure of this whole topic and I tend to ramble when I‘m nervous.] I‘ve been following your little comics for a while now (and always thought "ah, I do have a few symptoms but I‘m surely not autistic, I‘m not that extreme") aaaaaaand it turns out I may have it! At least every single test I did (which were a lot with a few months in between) resulted in a high percentage and I‘m actively looking for a therapist to get an official diagnosis- but that‘s not the point I‘m trying to get to, sorry I‘m rambling a bit.

Ahem I‘m still pretty new in this autism… community? Can one call it like that? And I constantly doubt my self-diagnosis and stuff, especially because I have trouble finding out if something is a special interest or just a hobby. Recently, I saw one of your comics in which you mentioned books would be a special interest of yours (or have been in the past). Is that really a thing? I‘ve had a phase where multiple people told me I was addicted to books because I just couldn‘t stop reading/rambling. Whenever I had the time I read, and that is not an exaggeration, I read from morning to evening. Over the years, I started analyzing the books, making up my own stories and getting into writing. Now (which means in the last seven months) my… hobby has changed to (over) analyzing every aspect of a specific show I‘ve watched, and how every tool (animation, camera work, music etc.) was used to enhance the story. I literally can‘t just… not talk about it. It‘s agonizing to talk about other topics, although it has somewhat gone better over course of the last couple of months. And the worst is that the show‘s second season was a total writing disaster and I can‘t stop thinking about it, to the point that I kind of want to slam my head in the wall just to get it out and focus on idk. My English exam or smth. It went so far that I actually started my own rewrite because it bugs me so much how the writing changed and-

I‘m stopping here. Sorry again I‘m also a bit sleepy rn, so my brain is not working correctly. What I‘m actually asking is: does that sound like a hyperfixation? Because every website so far has told me autism means obsessing over niche topics, but writing and books are pretty mainstream, right?

Oh and how the heck am I supposed to know what is neurotypical and what’s autistic?? Because ever since I started researching, I keep catching myself doing stuff like rearranging spoons so the comfortable spoons are on top, or keeping tissues in my pockets to rip them when stressed, but isn’t that normal? Everyone wants to have the comfortable spoons on top, right? Right??

All I‘m saying is… I’m confused. And nervous. And constantly doubt myself. Your comic made me think that maybe some of the self-doubt wasn‘t as warranted because special interests don‘t have to be super… special?

Yeah and I really like your comics byeee :).

Hello, I'm glad you like my comics! :)

Anything can be a special interest! It doesn't matter if it's considered mainstream or a lot of other people like it too, and it doesn't have to be 'strange' or 'niche'. If you are intensely focused on a subject, activity, piece of media etc, spend a lot of time thinking about it, learning about it, talking about it, and get a lot of joy out of it, that counts as a special interest. The difference is the intensity.

For example, a neurotypical person might like Marvel shows, enjoy watching them and chatting about them with friends and maybe own some fandom related merch or occasionally write fanfics, whereas an autistic person with Marvel as a special interest might rewatch them over and over, have dialogue memorised, want to collect every figurine, write about and analyse it, know trivia about the production and the comics etc.

(This is a generalisation btw - a person can be obsessed with something without being autistic, they'd need to have other traits too. And you don't have to know absolutely everything about a subject for it to be a special interest.)

All that to say yes, if you have an intense interest in books, reading them, writing them, analysing them, then it definitely counts! Same goes for your show :)

If you relate to that and other autistic traits, you are welcome to consider yourself part of the autistic community.

(Btw, I think most neurotypical people don't really think about whether the most comfortable spoon is on top. I think they just put the spoons in the draw and move on to something else.)

[sennenpharaoh]

"I said where... is... he...?!"

Atem kept his crimson hazed eyes trained on the scum who dared to even be taunting him. His vision was so clouded, quite literally seeing red, that any hints or subtle movements where lost on him. He didn't care. This one hurt his partner. His dear, dear partner. He deserves to suffer.

He was completely oblivious to any commands from... whoever it was next to him. The Lieutenant perhaps? The Colonel? Didn't matter and right now he didn't care. If these were the so called hunters that his partner feared so much he'd make them think twice before daring to take someone so precious to him.

Upon hearing the scream of pain there was... a slight smile?

"It hurts, doesn't it? The feel of hot metal on your skin, the stinging feeling in your arms, your wrists? The pain just a little too much that you can't stand it, begging to die, for this to end? Tell me... when hot iron touches human skin does it hurt as much as how you want it to harm a fae? I wonder."

Atem was not used to using two Magic Cards at once for this long a period, and it was showing as his hands and arms began to shake of exhaustion. Though there a little voice of... encouragement as his Chain of two spells continued.

That's it. Keep going.

Atem, oblivious to any signs or signals that may have been relayed and ignoring the toll to his own body, just stood there and kept his spell going.

@flamesignite

"Understood, Sir."

The lieutenant stood steadily in place, gun at the ready. She heard the boiling rage within Atem's voice, but she held her ground and remained focused. Riza was angry too, but for the sake of the person they were trying to save they had to remain calm for now. Shifting her gaze slightly towards Atem, she understood the look that Roy had given them.

"Please hold your temper for now, Atem. If you kill him too quickly, we won't get the answers that we need."

Aki kept his grip and lied down in place to simply just hold the man there. He only shifted slightly in order to get a better grip on him before settling again. He knew that right now, unless commanded, his job was to keep this person still...or at least as still as he could. Those sharp teeth likely were a nice incentive.

@game-weaver