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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 26 days

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could u pls write a fic about a plus sized reader noticing Spencer doesnt look at her alot so one morning she wears lingerie and a see through robe and she teases him until he just takes her on the couch?

༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

— pairing: spencer reid x plus size!reader

— summary: listen, it wasn't that you didn't love the domestic life with spencer, but god, you just really missed being touched (and penelope has a solution).

— warnings: uhh this is almost 3k of pwp firstly, penelope being the best wingwoman to ever exist, lingerie, teasing, unprotected sex, couch sex, vaginal sex, sub!spencer reid, dom!reader, kind of switch spencer and reader at the end, riding, heavy petting, subspace if you squint, mentions of oral sex (m and f rec), the reader is lowkey a freak (and penelope instigates it), clothed sex, the reader is dressed and spencer isn't, i held myself back from including a mommy kink, but that's the best you're getting from me, a lack of foreplay (be considerate folks), consent kink, praise kink.

— wc: 2817

⋆ a/n: HEY SO i really let this get away from me in the sense of this was meant to kind of be dom!spencer but i blinked and all of a 2k was written of sub!spencer so yikes!! but i really enjoyed writing this, it's been literally forever since i've written pwp so... here ya go!! i'm trying to be more organized with uploading because i really want to clear out my drafts before starting any new projects.

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“Pen, have you ever seen those TikToks where it’s like ‘he has a whole woman in his bed yet he’s playing World of Warcraft’ or some shit like that?” You ask the phone that’s tucked under your chin.

You’re in the middle of putting up laundry, but a feeling of unrest bubbled beneath your skin.

Penelope laughs, “And let me guess, that’s how you feel right now?”

You sigh, looking down at the shirt that refuses to turn inside out. You throw it back in the hamper with a huff before grabbing a pair of – Spencer’s – jeans.

“I just – I’m not with Spencer for just sex, you know that, but it’s been like… forever since I’ve gotten any.” You can’t even listen to yourself talk.

“We’ve been in this like… domestic bliss stage, and while I love waking up to breakfast in bed and giggly showers, I’m horny and every time he does something so normal – something that shouldn’t even be considered sexy – I have to hold myself back from jumping his bones.”

Penelope lets out a rather unattractive chortle, but she continues. “Listen sister, while I love the Boy Genius as much as the next person, he’s kinda dense. With all those brains, he’s rather hard-headed when it comes to romance.”

“I know, I know, and those are one of the reasons why I love him! The denseness is cute, but I’m starting to think I sabotaged myself.” You look down longingly at the MIT t-shirt. Spencer was away at the office right now, so that means whatever conversation you were having with the colorful woman on the other end was completely inappropriate.

“You know what I think?” She starts. “Oh God.” You sigh fondly. “Oh, hush! Don’t even act like my ideas aren’t good! Anyway… If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being quite the seductress myself, is that at the end of the day a man is a man, and they can be reduced down to their most primal instincts.”

“What are you saying?” You inquire curiously with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m saying that you gotta work with what ya mama gave ya! Men are dumb, they see a tit or a nice ass and they lose all cognitive function. So what I’m saying is to put on some lingerie and act like a little minx! Guys love it when you tease them and act like you don’t know what you’re doing! It’s about the chase, my fellow curvaceous protege.”

“So you’re saying to… seduce him?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying – Oh! Good morning sir! Yes, sorry, I’ll call you back when I’ve got the answer to what you need… yes okay bye-bye!” And with that, you’re left listening to the silence.

You laugh, shaking your head in exasperation before taking a seat on the bed.

Seduce him, huh? The notion almost seems ridiculous, but it really isn’t that far fetched. You’ve had sex with Spencer before, you know how his brain works, what gets him needy and what parts of you turn him on. Maybe it’s not such a bad idea.

You don’t really own any lingerie, because for one, the material that’s supposedly the back of your underwear gets swallowed by your ass, and two, Spencer’s never complained about your granny panties. But hey, it doesn’t hurt to look right?

Okay, seduce Spencer Reid is a go.

Taking one last scrutinizing look in the bathroom mirror, you leave quietly, walking into the kitchen and pouring yourself a glass of coffee. Liquid courage as they say.

The light pink sheer robe hangs off of your ample form, the fuzz on the edge of your sleeves getting in your way and irritating you. God, if this doesn’t work, a woman by the name of Penelope Garcia is going to find herself six feet underground.

Spencer sat on the couch slipping his feet into a pair of mismatched socks – you’ve stopped trying to organize them a while ago – tucking them into his converse. He’s off today, probably having plans with the bookstore and the park before offering to make the both of you dinner. It’s endearing to say the least, but food is not something you're hungry for.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” You ask before taking a sip of your coffee. He hasn’t looked up, but you’re facing him now, your scantily clad body exposed by the thin satin of your white bra and underwear. A devil in disguise (you hope).

“Hmm, I was thinking about playing chess in the park for an hour or two before going to the bookstore. A new novel about quantum physics just came out, and even though it’ll probably be about stuff I already know, I’m always willing to look at it from a different perspec…” Spencer finally looked up, his sentence slurring a bit. “...tive.”

“Ah! That sounds exciting! I’ll text you what I want for dinner later if that’s okay? Or would you rather I go shopping with you?”

He blinks, his mouth hanging open intelligently, as though he’s still trying to process exactly what he’s seeing. “Yes. I mean no - I mean… I… what are you wearing?”

You spare a lazy look down, as though you had forgotten you even had the thing on.

“Oh this? It’s just really hot in the apartment today. So make sure you bring some sunscreen and a fan, yeah? Don’t want you getting a sunburn or having a heat stroke.”

“I - I’ve never seen that set before, is it new?” He stammers. You click your tongue as if you genuinely had to date the outfit back, when in reality the tags to the set itself sits pretty in the bathroom trash can. “I have no idea honestly, it looked comfortable though, so I just slipped it on. You don’t mind, right?”

“I… no. I don’t.”

You beam at him, “Perfect. Oh! Let me make you some coffee before you go, I know how hard it is for you to start your day without it.”

You turn back around, and you could hear Spencer fruitlessly swallow a gasp. The back of your underwear might as well have been a piece of string, because your ass cheeks were basically eating the material. It was uncomfortable, but oh well, beauty is pain.

You smirk in victory, pulling out a medium sized thermos and pouring the rest of the liquid in it.

You didn’t hear him move, let alone walk behind you, but two large hands placed themselves respectively on your hips, the man tucking his face in the side of your neck. You shiver at the hot blow of air that escapes through his nose, and his grip on your skin turns a little tighter.

“What are you doing?” The question is mumbled, but you don’t miss it. “What does it look like? I’m making you coffee, silly.” He huffs. “No. I mean what are you doing to me?”

He presses forward, pushing his half hard cock between your cheeks. It was your turn to gasp, and you couldn’t help but put down the pot of coffee, pushing the now full thermos away to avoid any future hazards.

You hold on to the edge of the counter, tilting your head further to the side to give the needy man more access. He takes the hint, peppering sweet, heated kisses on the sensitive skin of your throat. You shiver once more, sighing out a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You know lying is useless, especially with the way your voice sounded so breathless. “You know you’re a terrible liar.” It was a playful dig, and his palms had begun to move, pushing on your full stomach to put more of your weight on him.

“Hm, but you don’t know every single thing I have in the closet, now do you?” You remark, yelping when he nipped at your earlobe. “Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong and you know it.” You do. “Do I?”

“This is terrible foreplay.” He jokes and you giggle. “I’d say I’m doing a pretty good job, don’t you think?” You push your hips back and add a bit of friction onto his cock. He groans and you feel your pussy pulse.

“You always do a good job.” Spencer murmurs.

You’re turned around so you can face him, and you wish you could take a picture to savor the look on his face. He’s beet red, cheeks and ears flushed a beautiful hue that leaves a twinge of pride pooling in your stomach.

He cups your face, drawing you in for a long awaited kiss.

You sigh into him, hands twisting at the sleeves of his cardigan to pull him closer. He lets you in exchange of pushing you against the counter until your lower back is digging uncomfortably into the marble.

“Where do you wanna go?” He finally breathes. You stare at him as if you were in a daze before processing his question with a blink. “Couch?” You ask. “Whatever you want.” He says before joining your lips together once more.

He walks the both of you backwards slowly, and he takes advantage of when your mouth parts in a moan as he flicks his tongue against the top of your lip. He tastes like toothpaste and you might be a little crazy to think that it makes him way sexier than it should.

Your eyes flutter open and you push him away with hands on his chest gently.

“Do you trust me?” You gasp.

“Of course.”

“Good.” You say with a smirk.

You make sure he’s close enough to the edge of the couch when you push him on it, quickly clambering onto his lap and settling your hands on his shoulders; his fall naturally to your waist and you grin.

“Hi.” You whisper quietly. “Hey.” He responds back just as hushed. “You can grab my ass, you know.” You tease and his eyes widen just slightly. “I…” You guide his palms to hold the meat of your ass and he grips.

“God.” It tumbles from his lips in a whimper and you fucking melt.

“Sorry I’ve been such a tease today, Spencie.” You say sweetly with a fake pout. “I just needed you so bad and you’ve been so, so sweet to me, my sweet boy. I didn’t want to ruin it by asking you to fuck me stupid.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined it.” He corrects with a whine. You had begun to grind down on him and he gripped you tightly, helping you rut against him. “No?” You question. He shakes his head quickly, his hair bouncing along with the swings.

“No. ‘Would’ve done anything you asked.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“So, if I asked you to let me suck your dick until I’ve sucked the soul out of you, would you have let me? How about if I asked you to eat my pussy for breakfast, huh? Would you have done it?”

“Yes, yes, God yes! I want to… I wanna do all those things so badly.” He groans, all but pawing at you now.

“I bet you do,” You coo. “I guess I haven’t been the only one pent up. But that’s okay, because I’ve got you, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smile, leaning in to give him a kiss before traveling downwards to his belt and wrangling it open. You popped open the buttons of his jeans, sliding back so you can tug them down his legs.

“Up.” You command softly and he obliges.

You’re faced with his hardened cock bulging from under his black underwear.

“Oh… is this for me?” You know you’re being mean when you drag your fingertips over the spot where precum has begun to pool, only putting slight pressure on it just to hear that sweet sound of his breath hitching.

“Yes – it’s all for you.” Spencer whines and throws his head back against the couch. “All for me? My goodness…” You trail off as you drag his underwear down his thighs. His cock springs up and bobbles against his clothed stomach.

“Can I –” He licks his lips, “Can I take my shirt off?”

“Of course, my love.” You were just about to ask him anyway.

As he rids himself of his top you get up for a split second to take his pants and underwear off fully. As you go to undress yourself, he stops you.

“W— wait… keep it on please.”

“Oh? You wanna be nasty and pull my panties to the side, huh? Dirty dirty boy.” You tisk, but in reality you feel like you’re about to explode. “Is that okay?” You smile at his question. “More than okay.”

You climb back on top of him, doing exactly what you said and pulling the white satin to the side before gripping his dick, lining it up to your entrance. He holds you steady looking up at you with those big brown puppy dog eyes as you sink down.

The stretch stings because of the lack of foreplay, but you can’t find it within yourself to care as the pain shoots up your lower back and is already fraying at your pleasure filled nerves.

“So… so good. God.” Spencer chokes.

Your lips are rolled between your teeth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You heave out a breath when he sinks down to the hilt, and he just rubs soothing circles on your hips. The feeling helps to guide you as you loosen up, and when you do, you give him an experimental clench.

He groans of course and you smirk lazily.

“‘Gonna ride you now, ‘kay?” You murmur as you lift your hips up before slamming down. Spencer practically shouts when he re-enters you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He’s a whimpering, cursing mess. “That feels good, baby?” You ask as you bounce. Spencer nods and fondness twists in your chest.

“You’re so tight. I think ‘m gonna pass out.” He says dramatically. You laugh, grabbing his hands and slipping them under your bra so they can cover your breasts. “Well, don’t pass out until we’ve cum, alright?”

He gives your breasts a reassuring squeeze. “Of course.” He huffs and you giggle again. The giggles die out though when you shift and his tip prods just right.

“Oh shit.” You curse but remain in the same place.

You ride him in abandon, the sound of skin meeting skin radiating out into the early morning air of the apartment. The sound is nasty and wet and it causes your head to swim. The buzz of mind numbing pleasure swims around in your gut, and you can almost grasp it.

“Spence I – I need more, can you…?” You moan out, your head tilting back. “Yeah, yeah, I got you, sweetheart.”

One hand leaves to rub furiously at your clit and your hips cant forward, sending you landing on his naked, sweat slicked chest. Your thighs burn and you rest for a moment, but Spencer doesn’t seem to match the same sentiment, because the other hand holds you by your hip in a grip that’s almost bruising.

The fat is spilling through his fingers but he uses it as leverage as he now fucks up into you. You squeal, throwing your arms around his neck and tucking his face into yours. You mark him mindlessly, body trembling as you near your orgasm.

You can feel him twitch inside of you when he sets a pace, bringing you up and down in a way that indicates he’s nearing an end of his own.

“Together, okay?” You cry out, “‘Wanna cum together.”

“Okay, honey, okay.”

He sets his feet on the floor and rubs harder at your sensitive bud, and the arousal that implodes inside of you is so blinding that you white out for a minute. Every one of your senses are overwhelmed, and you can hear him mewling into your ear before warmth paints your womb.

It’s silent in the apartment for a moment before you speak.

“I have to tell you a secret.” You whisper mindlessly, laying your cheek on a bony shoulder. “And what’s that?” He runs his fingers up and down your spine.

“This set is new.”

“I know honey, I saw the charge on my card.”

“What?!” You exclaim, pulling away from his body to search his hazy eyes with your wide ones.

“You forget I can see the bank statements.” Spencer says with a smile. “No, no. I – I didn’t mean to use your card.”

“You didn’t have to… I may have uh… may have slipped one into your wallet when you weren’t looking.” He admits sheepishly. You stare at a moment and then smile incredulously. “Did you… secretly sugar daddy me?”

“Oh God, please don’t call it that.” He says with a groan, leaning forward to bury his face in your chest.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever sugar daddy.” You tease, running your fingers through his sweaty locks.

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madelynraemunson · 6 months

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i neeeed you to hear me out on this one okay. okay okay so the song is casual by chappell roan and its about like being super intimate w a guy but he still tells his friends you're just a casual fuck. like some of the lyrics are "i've heard so many rumors that i'm just a girl that you bang on your couch" and "knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out, is it casual now?" so like. eddie munson. angst. and reader whos fed up with him being so cocky to his friends ab how he gets her off while he brushes her off. PLEASE hear me out 🫣

IM HEARING YOU ALL THE WAY OUT 😩😩🗣️

(as someone who dated a literal INCEL in high school who was charismatic to all and manipulative to none but me this fucking triggered me. i see you boo)

CW: misogynist behavior, adult themes, 18+ minors DNI

eddie sweetie, this isn't you :( but without further a due...

"If you have to go around telling people that you're a good person, you probably aren’t a good person."

incel!asshole!modern!eddie x fem!innocent!reader

WC: 1.3k words | part two here

Ever since you became exclusive with the ‘Town Freak’, your friends have constantly been ripping your ass a new one.

They were all so wrong about Eddie Munson. Because beneath the rugged, edgy persona he likes to put on every day (spewing his ‘Abolish-The-Status-Quo’ Manifesto atop an unsteady table in the cafeteria) lies a woman-worshipping gentleman, a soft, romantic, misunderstood love-sick puppy who would do just about anything to know you like the back of his hand.

Your dream boy.

"No one ever wants to date the nice guy," Eddie would say to you, alluding to himself. You’d constantly deny his claim. “But the jocks? The rabbits in band? The chess club dweebs? Oh yeah, without a doubt. Anyone but the freak."

It all made you think Eddie was created perfectly for you. That there was some sort of invisible string in the halls of Hawkins High, waiting for just the right moment to pull you two together. And when you two kissed that one day after detention, his hands snaked gently around your waist behind the rusty, faded bleachers out by the stadium, it felt like a match made in heaven.

“You gonna be my girl?” Eddie grinned into you, stroking your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Mine and mine only?”

“Yours,” you whispered breathlessly to him before reeling him in for another blissful peck.

And soon, lonely afternoons in study hall turned into D&D campaigns with him and his friends. Mundane weekend errands turned into fishing trips with him and Wayne. And soon quiet, anxious car rides became karaoke and head-banging sessions. Once aimless and confused, lost in the melody of life, suddenly all the love songs were about Eddie. You finally found the one.

It all leads you to believe your friends were just jealous of you. True friends would be over the moon.

This afternoon you had a surprise for Eddie. Just last week, you lost your virginity to him and were still swooning over how caring and tender he was with you. Surely, that is the bare minimum for a guy, but the bare minimum is so hard to come by nowadays. Cookies for Discord night with his friends was the least you can do to show how much you appreciate your boyfriend.

After extracurriculars, you rush home to get the oven going, throwing down in the kitchen to make the best snickerdoodles Eddie will ever have. And after one last look in the mirror, fixing your flirty skirt and your plump glossy lips, you set off to Forrest Hills Trailer Park.

Eddie has his headset on so he doesn’t hear your multiple knocks at the door. You knew he would be home though, dude’s got nowhere else to be on a Friday night. Eventually, you decide to hobble out back, looking through one of the windows by the kitchen that he always cracked open just so he doesn’t hotbox the place.

“I’m right behind you, right behind you!” Eddie warns his friends as he nears them in the game. “Gonna need some backup from Gareth the Great.”

Since he’s focused on his electronics, you decide to shoot him a text message. Hopefully then he’ll come to the door.

Hi baby 💕 I brought you some homemade snickerdoodles :)

You can’t help but smile when you hear your custom text-tone go off. But, to your surprise, you watch as Eddie turns a blind eye, chucking his phone onto the nearby couch instead of answering your text.

What the fuck?

"Ugh. She's texting me again," your boyfriend grumbles to the boys as he proceeds with the game. "She's kinda annoying, to be honest. Gonna wait a while before I respond.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Pressing your ear against the mesh blinds that separated you two from each other, you decide to listen in for a while longer.

“Don’t you think you’re stringing her along, Eds?”

Yeah, don’t you think? you think to yourself.

“Yeah, but… free pink,” Eddie sneers with a tsk and shrug. “However I want, whenever I want. She just makes it so easy.”

Eddie then starts to spill the details of taking your virginity, about how you were “chimping out” underneath him on his couch while Wayne was sleeping. What was a sacred ordeal to you was made to sound like a cheap, subpar experience to Eddie. His commentary sends the boys into a spiral, fits of hooting and hollering like it was the best stand-up bit they’ve heard in a long time. Resentment simmers within you. This can’t be the same boy.

“How’d you get a pretty girl like that anyway?” comes another voice in the call.

“Pretty fucking easy,” Eddie scoffs. “You just tell her exactly what she wants to hear. Just say what she says right back to her and the panties come right off. She’ll think you’re soulmates.”

The room erupts with virtual laughter, followed by obnoxious sound effects that the app enables users to send to one another. Your stomach begins to twist, the forbidden cookie dough you ingested just an hour prior threatening to make its way back up.

“HAHAHA,” someone in the chat cackles. “Eds will do anything for that roast beef.”

“I’ve always been keen on them deli meats. Am I right, boys?”

The snickering commences again. Eddie thanks the Discord guys as they extol him in compliments, encouraging him to write a playbook on how to get a proper lay. Eddie ends up shutting down the idea. But not because he thinks it’s fucked. No. It’s because he claims he doesn’t “have to try” and that you just “put out” at the drop of a hat.

The tray of Eddie’s undeserved cookies shakes in your hands as your body begins to tremble. You’re going to be sick. And just when you think it can’t get anymore twisted, it does.

“Hey, what do you think about that girl from math class with the fat ass?”

“Harmony?”

“Yeah.”

“God if she’s into me too I’d dump my girl in a heartbeat,” Eddie swoons.

Of course he’d gawk over Harmony. Outside of Tammy Thompson and Chrissy Cunningham, Harmony Heathers was next up to bat for the Queen of Hawkins High.

“She’s got fucking beanbags where her ass should be. I’d do just about anything for her.”

“And her.”

“Yeah and I’d do her.”

"I'd do her too," Eddie admits.

That’s enough.

You’ve heard enough to know that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was just like the rest. Throwing the snickerdoodle cookies you made for him into the trash, you sprint back to your car and set off for your house, music blaring the entirety of the commute.

My friends call me a loser 'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

You slam the door to your room the moment you get home. And before stripping down and hopping into the safety of a warm shower, you send Eddie one last text.

Actually, you know what? It’s over. Don’t talk to me ever again.

Washing the grossness off of you was the only way you felt you could feel okay.

You wanted the remnants of Eddie OFF of your body. Hysterically sobbing, you attempt scrub off all the dead skin on your body with a loofah. Frustrated tears roll down your face.

I thought you thought of me better, Someone you couldn't lose

You wanted all the dead cells off of you. You wanted a new body. You wanted a new life.

And you couldn’t wait to grow newer, thicker skin. A new shell of you. It will be skin that Eddie can never say he touched.

You said, "We're not together" So now when we kiss,

Fuck Eddie Munson.

I have anger issues

You give the weird kid a chance, and then suddenly he acts like you’re the freak.

#eddie munson angst #maddy’s mailbox ✨#EDDIE THIS ISN'T YOU #eddie munson one shot #angsty blurb #eddie munson x reader #maddy’s requests 🍸

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pathetichimbos · 11 months

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guys... I gotta talk about this. bear with me, it's gonna be a rollercoaster.

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Thomas having sex for the first time.

Oh boy. Oh boy. So many thoughts.

I don't care what anyone says. Thomas is a 30+ year old virgin. We stan him. We love him. We're gonna ruin him.

But first, let's talk about all the stuff in his life building up to it.

So, as I've stated many, many times before, Thomas was primarily isolated from kids his age when he was 13-14, so he didn't really have an outlet to explore anything in a safe manner with anyone. (Not that it would have been all that safe in the first place... these kids wildin')

And we also know that he grew up in a pretty conservative household (a.ka. patriotic god fearing americans), so we all know that he was most likely too embarrased and ashamed by his own attraction to explore anything by himself either. (whoo boy been there buddy)

And we know that as an older, proud, southern woman, Luda Mae most likely did not have any sort of sex talk with Thomas other than telling him it was for grown, married folks only.

But, you know what we didn't know?

Charlie wasn't around to have the talk with him either.

I was rewatching The Beginning (oh wow, really? what a surprising turn of events) and something I've heard dozens of times before caught my eye.

1952. Sergeant Major 'Hoyt' was a POW in the Korean war.

August, 1939. Luda Mae finds a discarded newborn in the dumpster outside the slaughterhouse.

1939-1952.

Depending on the month (but we can assume it was many, many months), Thomas was 12 or 13 when Charlie served in the Army.

So, while Thomas is dropping out of school and isolating himself from his family and peers, the only sense of a father figure is serving / being held captive by enemy soldiers.

And personally, I don't believe Thomas and Monty are that close. Monty doesn't seem to take any sort of interest in Thomas, and Thomas was a little too willing to chop his legs off. So I sincerely doubt he was any sort of help.

So, really, I wouldn't be all that surprised if Thomas doesn't really know what sex is. He has a general idea of the meaning and that it's reserved for marriage, but other than crude, most likely misogynistic comments from the older men in his life, he doesn't really know anything about it.

So, when he actually does meet someone (and tie the knot) and all of those feelings come rushing in, he's more than overwhelmed. It takes a long time before he can actually handle going all the way.

For the first part of your intimacy, it's a lot of soft talks and encouragement, and explaining everything to him. He has no idea how to make you feel good, so it's up to you to show him literally everything.

You have to build up to the actual sex, and even after you do it for the first time, he's going to need you to keep hold of the lead until he's familiar and comfortable with it all.

He's a mess when you finally do it. He's clinging to you, trying so hard not to hold you too tightly, a whining mess in your ear, burying his face in your neck and panting wildly. It's awkward, and bumpy, and he finishes way too fast (and you don't even get the chance) but the way he melts into your touch with that blissed out look in his eyes makes it worth it.

And trust me, he gets better. He's a quick learner, and as long as you tell him exactly what to do, he goes from a fumbling mess to making your toes curl in no time.

He spends an ungodly amount of time watching and learning what gets you going. The sounds, the sights, the movements, everything.

He could spend hours on you, but he's still new to this, so he gets distracted really easily.

He lives off praise, the more you give him the more fuzzy his brain gets until he's a whining mess. (He makes a LOT of noises). He loves when you leave scratches. (Nothing too deep or scarring, but the feeling drives him crazy). He likes when you tug his hair to make him look at you. (He's big on eye contact, specifically when you're more 'making love' than 'we've got five minutes before someone walks into the kitchen').

....Now this next thing I'm gonna say is going to upset plenty of people, but hear me out.

Realistically, I don't think Thomas enjoys going down.

I know, I know, it's a SUPER unpopular opinion as pretty much every headcanons him as being super into giving head, BUT, I have my reasonings.

It's not that he dislikes the act itself, and in fact, I'm sure he actually loves it, but we do have to remember that he has a rather severe skin condition mostly centered around his face.

This means his skin is super sensitive to certain things like strong chemicals, intense fragrances, hot water, and anything with a high acidity.

And going down with absolutely cause an irritable flare up that will hurt. A lot.

So, no, realistically, I don't think he'd do it, just for that reason.

Do I think he'd enjoy doing it if he could? Yea, absolutely, I just don't think he can.

Anyways. I don't know what this was. But it would not leave my brain, so. I guess this is my introductory to the smut I want to start writing. Who knows. We'll see.

#thomas hewitt #slasher fandom #slashers #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt x you #slasher x you

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evangelinesbible · 2 years

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SYNASTRY I WANT TO EXPERIENCE

I made a quick about how I wanted two specific synastry placements to happen to me and I figured I might as well make a post about all the synastry placements I really want to experience at some point. who knows maybe me just typing it out and posting it will get me exactly what I ask for

OVERLAYS

(these can go with either placements in my house or vise versa)

VENUS 1H

Mannnnn I just want someone to look at me and be like yeah that’s my type right there. But this placement doesn’t also have to be about physical appearance. Their mannerisms, their personality and how they present themselves to others match with your values and what you want in a partner.

MARS 2H

Maybe it’s cuz I’m a Taurus mars but by what I’ve heard about mars in 2H synastry I like the vibes. Working towards stability and being very sensual with your partner. Both partners can be very patient and slow to anger each other but the main downside would probably be holding grudges/ being petty with other when mad.

MARS/EROS/ 8H

I just want to feel intensely desired and yes I know that 8H overlays can be rough but listen most people in my life have their Pluto conjunct my moon and my chart ruler is the 8H so I might be a-ok than most people with this intense placement(s)

JUNO 1H

Technically I’ve had this before but I want it again and this time I want it to be mutual “love at first sight” vibe. And again this placement can be more than just a physical thing. its not just your ideal type you feel that this person is your ideal PERSON. you see each other as equals in partnership. and you can imagine marrying them.

JUNO 7H

I mean this ones pretty self explanatory. you'll want to marry this person for sure at some point or you at least think about it a lot. The romantic connection is there, it's so strong. And I just want to feel what that's like. (I aint getting married anytime soon tho. girl I'm 18)

DESTINN 6H

In my humble onion (that's a typo but Im not changing it) I think this can mean being destined to have everyday life with each other. Doing daily routines and having a groove and flow with your partner. I like that.

NATAL OR COMPOSITE

JUNO CONJ. VENUS

Love, devotion, all the feels. By what I've read there's so much loyalty and love between each other. The commitment is so strong. And typically Venus rules over love and Juno rules over marriage. so marriage indicator.

JUNO CONJ. JUPITER

Another for sure marriage indicator. Jupiter ruling over the husband and Juno being about marriage is so fitting as well. Perfect match. they influence and inspire each other.

JUPITER CONJ. MOON

So much affection, bliss, and joy in this. Cozy and content. You open each others mind and want to travel not only the world together but your emotions. theres potentially to overindulge in each other but a mature couple will figure out their boundaries and communicate them well with each other. nonetheless I would die for this placement. This is THE marriage placement imo because Moon = Wife and Jupiter = Husband.

JUPITER CONJ. VENUS

The abundance of love. The freedom Venus feels with Jupiter and the endless compassion the Venus makes an abundance of love.

COMPOSITE

LIBRA IN BIG 3/VENUS

Pretty sure this is also a sign of marriage. Usually balance in love. Just in ideal placement(s) to have in composite.

CANCER IN BIG 3/VENUS

I've talked about why I like composite cancer ring but honestly I'm fine with any of these placements being cancer. I want to feel like I've found someone who feels like home and quite literally build a home with someone.

TAURUS IN BIG 3/VENUS

I need stability in my life... that and its another Venus ruled sign and that’s always good for a composite chart.

12H SUN

Hear me out now 😭✋ I’ve technically experienced this one too but it never turned into an actual relationship and I saw him more as a quick fling. This placement isn’t bad cuz it’s in the 12H. I feel like with the right person it can still be challenging but also quite beautiful. Maybe this is my Pisces self wanting a deep soulful and spiritual connection with someone special. I mean I don’t mind regular 12H synastry so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Have you had any of these aspects/placements? What was your experience? 💋

-⚜️💫⚜️

#astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astro placements #astrology notes #pisces #aries #capricorn #taurus #cancer #synastry chart #composite chart #relationship astrology #love astrology #Juno #destinn asteroid

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jcbbby · 2 years

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not a fic, but just some thots thoughts about that breeding kink I mentioned with Jamie because......pls........🫣

so imagine y'all get back to the hotel after the con that just happened where he interacted with quite a few little kids/babies.

you're just settling in for the night, getting ready for bed and talking about how the day was. he'd be in boxers and a t-shirt, you in just panties and one of his other shirts.

Jamie would be like "that little baby with the hat today was so sweet today...broke my heart that she started crying." he'd frown and put his hand over his chest.

you'd be like "you were so cute with the little ones today."

"you think so?"

"it was so sweet to watch...you'd be such a good daddy."

he'd smile wide "I like the sound of that from you..."

you'd playfully push his shoulder "Jamie!"

he'd laugh "oh, no! I mean literally, daddy as in a dad...that sounds nice.. and you'd be mommy."

"aww, you'd want me to be the mommy of your baby?"

"oh absolutely, darling. you'd be so beautiful pregnant with my baby, too." he'd pull you into his arms.

"yeah?" you'd ask, nuzzling in.

"definitely." he'd smirk and lean in to start kissing your neck, running his hands all over you.

you'd sigh dreamily as he nibbles at that special spot on your neck before giggling. "whoa, you trying to get me pregnant here tonight, Bower?"

he'd chuckle against you and keep going, kissing and gently biting your neck as he slips a hand under your shirt. "would you like that, hm? if I put a baby in you, our baby?" he'd whisper as he gently slipped his thumb over your nipple, causing you to inhale deeply at how nice it felt, sliding your hand up through his hair.

"don't write checks your dick can't cash, babe..." you'd pull his head back from your neck. "if you say you're gonna get me pregnant...you better put your money where your mouth is." you'd smirk.

he'd push you slowly down on to the bed, climbing over you. he'd hover just above your lips and whisper "oh, I'm going to put a baby in you alright...I'm not gonna stop fucking you until I've filled you to the brim, darling." before he crashed his lips into yours, and you both started clawing at one another.

he'd take off his boxers, and you'd slide off your panties. you'd start to take off your shirt, but he would grab it and do it for you, just so rearing to go at the thought of getting you pregnant, so incredibly turned on by the thought of you walking around carrying his child.

he'd whisper in your ear as he fucks you, saying things like "I'm gonna fill you up" and "you're gonna look so good with my baby in you"

he'd stay inside you after he came, keeping all of his cum inside you, kissing and whispering sweet things to you before he got hard and started thrusting in you again. he'd switch between slow and deep and hard and fast, between making love to you and making sure he came hard enough to get plenty of his seed in you.

you'd both cum a plethora of times and have made a mess of the sheets with how much was spilled out from the both of you. but once he was satisfied with his work, and you were both exhausted and so blissed out, he'd slip out of you, but pull your legs up at an angle. "just to be sure, my love. it's gotta stay in there." he'd smile.

you'd both then cuddle up together to fall asleep, and before you both pass out for the night, he'd say "I can't wait to be mommy and daddy."

GOD I NEED HIM SO BAD. I DONT EVEN WANT KIDS IN MY REAL LIFE BUT I WILL HAVE HIS IF HE ASKED ME I STG.

I desire him carnally 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

#jamie campbell bower smut #Jamie Bower smut #jamie campbell bower rpf #Jamie Bower rpf

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zavbees · 1 year

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Y'all help. We Happy Few has me in a damn choke hold now. Apparently my list of favorite genres now includes "WDYM there's something wrong? Nuh-uh, take your happy pills" and i-

Idk what that says about me.

Just something about it scratches my brain so good. Like the aesthetic is so fucking good. Genuinely thinking about a society like that is fascinating to me. Like, people being almost forced to forget everything negative. I Utopian Dystopia. I am such a sucker for stories where everyone is happy (like really fluff heavy), and I am a sucker for angst and characters being put in tough situations. So like. Thinking about it I'm not surprised this is as exciting as it is to me.

It is a horror that isn't gore and super dark. Like, don't get me wrong, the game is plenty dark, but not in the way horror usually is. It's dark partially BECAUSE of everyone being "happy". It literally gives me the dark aspects I crave in the fluffy casing I need in order to be able to fully connect with it. And it's so fucking refreshing.

Also, I really want to make something about if Arthur took his Joy in the beginning of the game (so like he isn't a downer, at least not fully. Idk it's just interesting to me) and he and Sally reconnect. Like, it's just and Every Man being just a normal cog in the machine, and then this woman who he used to be closer comes back into his life. Maybe by that point he barely remembers Percy, because of his Joy use, and the moment that he would have remembered him by is denied (since he takes the pill instead). Then, once he has to choose to either turn Sally in or keep her secret, ESPECIALLY with her having a baby, I think that would also be enough to nudge him off of Joy. Even if it's purely becuase of the moral delema of a long lost friend taking a different path, so now he has to examine his own thoughts.

Like I find the world so fricken cool that they built in this game, but I really want to know what it's like as someone who's IN civilization. Downers are outcasts. That's just how they are. But what about the Wellies who take their Joy every hour on the hour and live in relative bliss.

I think it's just I really like angst, and the best way for this particular flavor of angst to hit best imo is to show just HOW good things are as a "normal person" for a decent length of time, then getting hit with the complete opposite of what you've been hearing and realizing you've been lied to for the past,,, 10 or 20 years??

Idk man. I've been hyperfixating hard. I just started playing the game like 3 days ago because I randomly remembered it existed like last week and now it's all I can think about.

And I'm loving it. I'm Snug like a Bug on a Drug.

#we happy few #whf #random ramblings at 4 am #i cant sleep #im hyperfixating again #its to the point i only want to play the game #no thoughts #only whf #ZSpeaks #Joy #ZSpeaksJoy

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flamechasr · 5 months

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i finally finished total recall... march stuff hits too hard for me specifically as a system because i've literally lost so many memories and i know it might be for my own good but i'm afraid that i'll never be "me" without those memories, or that i'm living life in blissful ignorance turned away from all painful things. i desire to know my past and become who i'm supposed to be but at the same time i fear it, i know i'm not meant for them, i grieve over memories i don't even have and it's . i don't know. it's just a lot. this is how march DID wins i guess.

#✧ — musings #✦ — polaroid memories

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 5 months

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a while ago you answered and ask of mine with something that really resonated with me, abt your real self feeling like it was trapped in a glass cage. anyway im taking your ask box name literally. I used to live in a world full of magic and wonder, I think we all do when were young, and then alot of awful stuff happened, it took alot, a new traumatic tragedy every month. and now the magic is gone and it feels like it was never there and wont ever be there again. (1/2)

thankyou for returning to my askbox im glad what i said helped befofre, sorry it took a while to respond i been ~in a haze--- my glass case got fogged up so to speak🩶gosh i been thinking lately i need to do mushrooms for the first time ina few years. the past month was such a trauma overload its thrown a wrench in all my plans & the world feels completely different to me now, i can barely even be online anymore it all feels so hostile to my sense of whimsy.

basically the only thing thats been getting me thru this past 5 weeks is just, going outside. not necessarily walking just sitting, breathing in the fresh air, and looking closely at the trees. when i sit outside without any distraction its impossible for me to deny that the magic is alive, objectively it is always there it extends far beyond me or any personal problem i have, it is going to outlive me. it comforts me so much to inhale the outdoors its the coping mechanism i've returned to again & again since childhood. i love feeliing like im so small im just nothing. yea i feel like shrooms cld b really nice rn..

grief is hell but its necessary because it taught me how to enjoy whats good.... the cycle will always keep spinning & the warm feelings will always return. from being an old person who been thru it so many times i trust that now. have u ever met a greedy rich person before? they have everything handed to them so they've never learned what it means to appreciate life. they're never satisfied because they don't know true despair or loss. this is not all rich ppl some still have perspective but its a thing w some, we all kno its a thing. for me it really has served my soul to go through so much pain & lose all control. Now i see every peaceful silent "boring" moment as true bliss. i dont rly need anything anymore , imo that is how death transforms & elevates

ofc it dont happen over night and u really do have to let yourself cry it out. let yourself wallow , feel pity for yourself like you would feel pity for a child who came crying into your arms. comfort yourself, get it all out dont try to hide from it. slowly the tides will turn. things will begin to stand out to you, little beauties you never noticed before. the simple things..they mean so much more once u have experienced true terror. i pray very much for your heart to heal anon ❤️‍🩹 the whimsy will return to u i can tell by the way u want it for yourself & others. U can be a guide to them thru your actions. ilu im here for u just dont give up 🌷 pmd9

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tsintotwo · 2 years

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A few words.

Tom Sturridge's birthday was a couple days ago- 5 December. I learned that on 6 December. This is a futile space to 'celebrate' in any way, so I won't try, and there's a lot of personal feelings that if I start writing about them, the thing would morph into a weirdly emotinal open letter- I won't do that either. Still, just thought I'd acknowledge the birthday thing here since this blog turned into a tribute account to the man and his work before I knew it was happening.

Making presumptions, but Tom, Tom the person is not any of the wild, disturbed, stormy men he plays, and he is not exactly the 3000 volt puppy-energy wrapped in a blanket of sunshine man that he shows the public either. I believe he's somewhere in between- make it quieter, make it introspective, and slide the slidebar more towards the latter. Either way, we know for sure how amazingly talented he is, how wonderfully weird/quirky his sense of humor can be (that's my personal favorite brand of humor), we know how humble and kind and warm he is. He deserves everything he ever hoped for in life, and things he can't even dream of yet. I hope he gets all that, and more. Nobody can have 100% bliss and happiness 100% of the time, but I hope most days he wakes up and feels excited about life, feels deeply loved and protected by the people around him, feels he has love to give back to all of them, and feels the energy and inspiration to try all the new things he wants to and do all the old things he wants to keep doing. Happy belated birthday to Tom Sturridge.

I know a lot of you- probably most of you- are following me for my Tom content. My tumblr was more or less a throwaway before I got caught off-guard by my love for this man- I literally came here every 6 months after finishing a show/book/album to reblog some stuff about it and went away. Then Tom happened. Anyway, I have lots more content ideas- gifsets, videos, writing pieces. But I've done all the easier ideas and the new stuff will take a little bit more time, so things might slow down a little. I make this stuff for myself, mostly, and slow or fast, doesn't look like I can stop anytime soon. Anyway, thanks for being here. Cheers, and say a little prayer for Tom and/or send a little good vibe towards him if you have two seconds- for all the joy he's brought us, he deserves it.

Edit: Ugh, I forgot that I meant to add this rare-ish Tom shot to the post:

#tom sturridge #dream of the endless #morpheus #sandman

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blink-blank-bliss · 2 years

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Hey Blissy your turn. I hear you are: "Neural Nets and Pretty Patterns owned voice actress and pleasure puppet"

Some odd questions for you:

Would you desrcibe yourself as being in a bdsm relationship that uses hypnosis as a tool like a Dom-sub relationship + hypno, Or a Hypno-Domination H-D/s relationship? Just curious how you'd define it - because you seem happy and you guys are still going strong, or is it a Hypno relationship +D/s?

Could you say please what the most important part of the hypnotic relationship is - like the thing that makes the hypnosis most effective for you?

Could you also please say what submission means to you, what are the core components for submission to be happening?

Thank you in advance x x x

Hi Doll! It's always a pleasure to hear from you and I'd be happy to answer your questions, I apologize to any reader who actually plows through this whole thing for what may be a little too much of a glimpse behind the curtain at Actual Me and not the public face of Bliss, but oh well, I don't really get a lot of serious questions and I am delighted that you've asked me, so buckle up here we go.

I don't think I would use any of those terms to describe my relationship with Neural. We are primarily romantic partners and best friends, and we work together to create weird kinky artsy audio porn stuff. He's the creator, but I do a lot behind the scenes to help keep the content coming and I take my job as Cunt Muse seriously. Yes, we have kinky sex and it's fucking great, but it's just a small part of a relationship between equals. He has, however, spent a lot of time inside my mind, as I have in his. It's given our relationship something that I guess I would call ...mental intimacy? haha that sounds gross idfk. But I've never really had this before and can't imagine having it with someone else. The content is a part of it, I love acting and he just writes me the most fun roles to play. haha in the one we are working on now I play the most sadistic nun ever, it's so cathartic, I swear I'm healing generational trauma doing it haha. Getting to explore all of that together is really sexual and really hot but it's not like ... hypnosis. I love having wild kinky trancey scenes with him and he is a wonderful dom, knows how to push my buttons just the right way to take me apart and always makes sure to put me back together after, but it's not as important to me as it is that he has made me laugh every day for over 5 years without fail or that he can write me a part to play in a script that will both highlight my talent and turn me on.

I think the most important part of the hypnotic relationship is trust. I trust him and he trusts me. I know he is committed to being good to me and good for me, as I am for him. He's proven it to me through haha some honestly insane shit storms of life and I know I have proven it to him. And we've been at it long enough that we've seen the proof, both of us are better stronger people than we were before we met. This is what makes us equals, but it's also what makes it possible for him to slide inside my mind like he's coming home and make me into nothing but his. For a time at least.

ok so this is a two-parter. Part 1. What does submission mean to me? So ok I am old. I came out as queer and kinky in a world where to be kinky you had to put on a latex dress and go in person to what they called an "S & M Club". It was terrifying but thrilling. But as far as kink goes, I'm a little jaded at this point. I feel like I've literally seen it all. I've been to at least 50 kink conventions of all varieties. I've taught classes, hosted infamous dungeon parties, demo dollied, bootblacked, partied with all manner of kinky people. but like.... I'm fucking old and I did it already. Now yes, I am still submissive, I am still a masochist, but I just don't have anything left to prove to myself or anyone else about it. Submission has been a part of who I am for more than half my life now, but at this point, it's pretty much just a sex thing for me. I mean yeah I call Neural Owner or Daddy when we play, and yeah it was hot as hell when I asked him to choose my new hair color, but it's for fun and a sex thing. Part 2 is pretty cut and dried. I'm jumping over the safety speech part here and just say that I'm only talking about power exchange that I would consider RACK. But for submission to occur there has to be some kind of agreement that you are going to give up your power to another for a period of time in some agreed upon way. That's what we mean when we talk about consent really. it's what makes healthy power exchange possible, without that it's all various degrees of abuse and codependency and people making each other into less than they are. Gross. I'm also going to answer a question that you didn't ask, but my advice to any submissive but especially those getting into it: -sit down with yourself and really decide what your values are, what your limits are, what your needs are, physically emotionally mentally before you go giving your precious self away to a dom. - Sub frenzy is a thing, it's crazy, I've been there, but it is Not Real and it will fade, take your time in establishing relationships and making commitments no matter how hot the scenes are. -No matter how much you worship them, your doms will remain human. Humans have limits on their time and their energy. Humans are not all-knowing. Humans get sick. Humans make mistakes. Don't put divinity level expectations on your human partner. It's a set up, no one can live up to it.

#not a bimpost for once

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ifidiedinadream · 2 years

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I just had a weird little idea and since I'm not a writer I felt like sharing it with you.

The reader is dating Robin but knows he is crushing on Aleksi since forever. Since Robin is to shy to ask, the reader sets up a threesome with Aleksi, hoping to take their relationship with Robin on a different and more open level, plus probably having one of the best nights of their life. Since both would treat them like a god*dess ✨🥵

Consider it as a request or not, just wanted to share it 😌

first off anon congratulations on one of the BEST ideas i've ever heard in my entire life 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

second of all enjoy

The sun has long set when you peek through the door of the studio. The lights are low and scented candles cast a dim, cozy light all round the room. Only the screen by the wall generates a bright white light, cold and artificial. The contrast upsets your eyes.

Before you, sitting at the desk in front of the computer, Robin and Aleksi are speaking quietly, so much so that you can’t hear a word they’re saying. Suddenly Robin laughs at something Aleksi says and it’s way louder. Your heart swells, you know the joke didn’t have to be funny to evoke such a reaction.

You observe a bit more - observe an observer. Aleksi has started working on the track again, but Robin isn’t looking at the screen. He lays his eyes on the side of Aleksi’s face instead (how he doesn’t feel his gaze on him you have no idea), his ear, traveling down along his exposed neck and shoulder. Robin exhales imperceptibly, and when Aleksi turns to him to ask him something, he blushes hard.

He blushes even harder when Aleksi sends him to the recording booth to sing a part again - Robin sings beautifully as he always does and Aleksi tells him this take is fucking awesome, what a talented singer he is. You hardly ever see Robin this bashful. It’s damn cute.

***

You’re making out with him later. You’re on top of him, lying in bed, and his body is responsive but you have a feeling he’s not entirely there. You pull back, Robin’s full lips red, and he’s looking at you confused.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask curiously.

“Just you,” Robin says softly, voice hoarse from the kiss. His grip on your hips tighten as if to prove his point.

“False,” you say and grin. Your hand travels between your bodies, down to his dick covered by the black cotton of his boxer-briefs. He’s hard; you watch him close his eyes in bliss.

“What d’you mean, baby?”

You lower down on him. You squeeze him gently before tugging his underwear down. “Just imagine Aleksi doing this,” you say, spitting on your hand and wrapping it around his cock. You pump it a bit, loving how the saliva makes it glisten.

“Baby -”

“Shh,” you assure him. “Wouldn’t it feel good? Just imagine his mouth on you like this…”

You proceed to leave a kiss on the tip before you wrap your lips around it. Robin’s hand lands in your hair, grip tight right from the start.

When you look up, he isn’t looking back, head sent back and eyes closed instead. You blow him for a while, putting heart and soul into it and getting lovely little desperate sounds in return. Robin comes with a loud moan, spilling into your mouth, never once opening his eyes. You’re not sure but you think you heard a faint, breathy Ale slip from his lips at the high of it. You smirk.

You know him way too well.

***

“Are you serious?”

Aleksi’s eyes are bright and piercing, making you feel a weight in your chest that isn’t exactly unpleasant. He sits down on the couch, elbows on his knees, chin propped up on his hands. He’s thinking.

“I am. One hundred percent,” you say.

“Are you sure you’re not, like… misreading things?”

“Aleksi, he literally said your name during sex just a few days ago,” you say. “He’s crushing on you hard, has for a while. It’s clear as day.”

Aleksi doesn’t answer immediately.

“I mean, I wouldn’t necessarily be against the idea,” he says then, taking you in discreetly. You blush but you’re excited. “After all, you seem determined.”

“I just wanna make my man happy,” you say, feeling bold. “He’s kinda shy, so I’ll help him get what he wants.”

“You want this too, don’t you?” Aleksi asks, voice low now, intense gaze directed at you again. You keep your eyes locked with his as you sit down beside him - show him you have no fear.

“I might be a bit greedy when it comes to handsome men,” you admit. His face is close now and you can see the stubble on his chin. He leans in, but you move back. “No kissing, no touching, no fucking unless Robin’s with us,” you say, firmly but smiling. Aleksi snorts and nods, raising his hands.

***

When Robin comes back home after a whole day at the studio with Aleksi the following week, he looks distracted and has dark circles under his eyes.

“Something wrong?” you ask when he doesn’t touch his dinner. You’re not used to seeing a frown on his face lasting more than a few seconds.

“No… just tired I guess,” he says, focused on moving a piece of food on his plate with the fork.

“Something happened at work?”

Robin raises his eyebrows at that, still looking at his food. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Aleksi acted kinda weird.”

“Weird… how?”

You know what Robin is talking about. Today’s the date you and Aleksi decided on for your little experiment. Aleksi has probably been trying to get into the mood.

“He’s been… cuddly,” Robin says, choosing the word carefully. “He was kinda teasing me… differently than usual.”

“Did it bother you?”

Robin seems to consider it.

“I feel like I should say yes, but it didn’t… I liked it. I’m sorry, I just -”

You get up from your seat and walk over to your boyfriend on the other side of the small table. You wrap your arms around him from behind, your chin sitting on his shoulder.

“Hey, don’t be sorry, okay?” you say. “I noticed you liked him long ago. It’s no problem.”

“But I don’t - it doesn’t feel fair to - to you…”

You tighten your arms around him.

“Babyboy,” you say, “we can start including other people in our sex life, if you want. I know I do.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” you kiss him on the cheek. “Starting with Aleksi.”

“Are you - you’re -”

“Yes, I’m serious. What do you think about a threesome, just you, me and him?”

Robin exhales. “It sounds like a fucking dream, honestly.”

“That’s good to hear,” you say and pull back. Robin turns in his chair to face you. “In fact, I happen to have spoken to Aleksi about… some things.”

“You did what?”

“As I said, I noticed your crush a long time ago,” you say. “And I can’t say I’m immune to Aleksi either… so I asked him if he would be interested in joining us for a night. That night being tonight, actually.”

Robin is looking at you with wide, wild eyes, mouth agape in total incredulity.

“You did not.”

“I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I could’ve used some time to think about it.”

“I knew you would’ve chickened out if we gave you time to think about it - you would’ve overthought it. You would’ve ended up feeling guilty and eventually saying no,” you say. “You would’ve kept on crushing on Aleksi silently and torturing yourself over it.”

Robin looks down. He knows you’re right.

“Aleksi is turning up any minute now,” you continue, stepping closer to where he’s sitting again. “If you don’t want this to happen, just say so. Now, or at any time later. We don’t have to do it, obviously, though I have a feeling you don’t wanna say no.”

“I know you know I want it,” Robin remarks in a low voice.

“Exactly,” you confirm. “And you know what? I want it too.”

Robin is looking up at you with a faint smile. You figure he feels understood. He nods then, and you bend over to kiss him quickly.

And then the bell rings.

“Okay, baby?” you whisper before going to answer the door.

Robin nods, smiles. “Yes.”

Aleksi shows up with two bouquets of flowers, one red and one pink. The sight makes you blush; Aleksi is smiling behind all the flowers.

“One each,” he says. Robin steps over and when Aleksi gives him the red bouquet, you think he could melt instantly. He’s blushing harder than you ever could.

“Take care of these, baby?” you say, giving Robin your flowers too. He nods and goes off to find two vases somewhere.

“I take it you’ve talked to him already, haven’t you?” Aleksi asks.

“That’d be correct,” you say. “He’s game.”

When Robin comes back, you waste no time and lead them both to the bedroom. Aleksi pushes you against the door to kiss you as soon as you close it.

It’s unexpected and it knocks the air out of your lungs. You gasp into his mouth, grabbing the back of his head as his tongue is down your throat. When he pulls back you notice Robin has approached, looking at you and Aleksi with parted lips. You reach out to him then, pulling him close and kissing him just as hard. His tongue is particularly fierce.

Aleksi makes Robin break the kiss, touching his face and guiding it to his own. You’re breathless as you watch them make out, Robin’s moans loud in Aleksi’s mouth and Aleksi responding by pulling Robin closer to him.

Breaking out of your daze, you sink to the floor between the two of them. They don’t look like they’re paying attention but both their bodies tense up when you start groping them through their pants. They break the kiss for just a second, breathe, and dive into each other again.

As you work them both hard, you observe Robin’s familiar shape and size, growing steadily with each passing moment the way you’re used to. On the other hand, Aleksi’s cock is new to you, and you explore its curve, girth and length attentively with your touch. You take them both out when they’re all the way erect, put them both in front of your face, tips close to one another. You connect them, and when they touch, you put your mouth on them both, sliding your tongue in between them to have both their precum on it at the same time. They almost taste the same. You let them go when they part.

Aleksi is walking towards the bed with his pants hanging low, butt crack visible to the middle of his ass, dick out. Robin is following him as if entranced, and you take the chance to take your clothes off before joining them.

Somehow, you caught their attention.

They’re watching you now totally naked, and you accept Aleksi’s invitation when he lies down on the bed and tells you to sit on his dick. You let yourself engulf him, closing your eyes and emitting a low moan when he’s deep inside, the feeling so familiar yet so different from what you’re used to. You take his t-shirt off before you do anything else.

Aleksi, all droopy eyes and flushed skin, motions Robin to step closer. Robin still looks out of it, but he’s willing to comply with whatever Aleksi says. So he moves closer until he’s standing next to you, impaled on Aleksi’s dick, and he straight up moans when Aleksi grabs his cock and puts it into his mouth. You start moving on the latter then, so turned on by what you’re witnessing that you can’t hold back anymore.

You groan repeatedly, loving the sensation of Aleksi inside you, stimulating all the right spots. His head is turned to the side as he’s sucking Robin off, jaws open wide to welcome him in but the angular line of it not any less visible. He’s frowning, you’re not sure if it’s from your cunt around him or the dick in his mouth. One of his hands is on your hip, assisting you in your task to ride him, the other on Robin’s thigh, holding him close.

Robin’s head is sent back, Adam’s apple and curve of his lips perfectly on display. His hand is on Aleksi’s nape and low grunts are escaping his lips; his eyes are not closed though, despite his ecstasy, and he tries to catch alternate glimpses of both you and Aleksi. You lock eyes at some point and he smiles at you, completely blissed out; before you can smile back, he reaches his free hand out to feel your breast, tenderly caress it, lightly pinch your nipple.

It almost makes you lose it, but then when Aleksi lets go of Robin’s cock to start meeting your hips, pounding into you hard (probably close just the same), that’s when you come. It makes you moan loudly, squirm and writhe as the pleasure rushes through you, obnubilating all of your senses for a few moments. Your ears are ringing when you can finally hear again, and a wet, hot substance is now residing inside your cunt, Aleksi’s softening cock sliding out of you.

You get off of him, lie down on the bed on your back to recover. You’re still breathing heavily when you recognize Robin easing your legs apart again. He’s looking up at you with a smile and you smile back, still high from your orgasm, totally unprepared to what he’s about to do.

When you feel his mouth on your clit, you hear yourself yelp. You’re turned on again in no time, your clit hardening, sensitive to his skillful tongue. He licks and sucks at it, making your spine arch, and then lowers his face more and his mouth finds your hole. He sucks Aleksi’s cum out of your cunt, swallowing it; drinking from you like you’re some sort of divine glass dispensing the nectar of the gods. Your eyes roll back at the sight.

As he’s drinking and stimulating your clit (both with his finger and his tongue), Aleksi appears out of nowhere behind Robin. Robin’s sticking his ass out and Aleksi is touching it with both hands, before diving in and spitting between his cheeks. You groan at the sight (and at Robin’s ministrations) and Robin hums against your body, exacerbating your pleasure.

Aleksi buries his face between Robin’s buttocks, making him pull back from you and moan loudly. You can’t really see, but the barely perceptible movements of Aleksi’s head makes it obvious: he’s licking at Robin’s hole, probably sticking his tongue inside it. Robin’s sweating at the temples, and you gently touch at his hair to guide him back between your legs. He takes the hint and picks up where he left off, though more erratically, and you barely catch Aleksi’s hand sliding down under Robin’s body before another orgasm washes all over you, making your whole body shake. You force your eyes open, not wanting to miss Aleksi’s mouth and hand making your boyfriend come basically at the same time as you.

Robin’s face twists, strong muscles tensing everywhere in his statuesque body bent over you. You can’t see nor feel him spill, but you know he does when his throat lets out a deep grunt, his hands subconsciously tightening around your thighs.

You let your eyes close then. You’re exhausted.

For a while, it’s silent but for ragged breathing filling the room. Then Aleksi lies down beside you and gently pulls you in for a slow kiss. Robin mimics him on your other side, and you feel relaxed enough to fall asleep at any minute.

This sure was a night to remember.

#answered #my writing #blind channel rpf #blind channel imagines #blind channel fanfic #blind channel fanfiction #rpf #aleksi kaunisvesi x robin packalen x reader #aleksi kaunisvesi x reader #robin packalen x reader

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medicasino · 2 years

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SINCE I KNOW THEM.... 3 and 15 for da hyacinth please

HEHEHEHHEHEH the Cinth......... okay this will be long as hell im so sorry bestie

SO.

3. Their playlist. Drop their playlist (or, if it's extremely long, the most fitting songs on it) and include specific lyrics from each song you consider to be the most fitting. Explanation not required but you can if you feel like it! Do not care about cringe. It is fun.

MUSIC TIME???? indulging me???????

okay her playlist is SO long but illl drop a couple of the Most Fitting ones! i think i've done something like this before but i never did an explanation. im shy sharing explanations on main bc i dont want ppl to think im cringe or get super inspired but fuck it lets go

"Sensitive to fate, not denial / But hey, who's on trial? / It took a lifespan with no cellmate / The long way back" and "You've come to love me lightly / Yeah, you come to hold me tight / Is this motion ever lasting / Or just shutters pass through the night?" - Evil by Interpol (Very great song with super fun lyrics,,,,,, basically a reminder of "ah, i can't love anyone or be loved, it won't last because i'll have to hurt them")

"Winding down our emotions / Family and friends becoming ghosts to dream of / And pass on, time will erase / Every faith, every name / We are alone, no one to blame" - Bernadette by IAMX (another banger! this one is slightly loosely applied EXCEPT for these lyrics because wuh oh ur not allowed to have friendships, ur evil remember? thats ur only purpose in life to cause ruin and be alone)

"I know that you mean so well / But I am not a vessel for your good intent / I will only break your pretty things / I will only wring you dry of everything / And if you're fine with that / If you're fine with that / I will poison all your happy thoughts / I will love you like the ashes in my cigarette box" - Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives (See above stuff . im getting very shy now so the following may not have as many explanations im shyyyy and i dont wanna be crucified for music choices)

"Is it all just smoke and mirrors? / Am I a victim of your theatre? / Retribution for your bliss / I consumed it all, just like a tick / You're me improved, it makes me sick / You turned my heart into a fist / You need to know how I have felt / I'll drag you down with me to hell" - Scroll of Sorrow by Machine Girl (no more explanations sowwy i got shyyyyy ;w; but this song is WILD and i love it. very Hyacinthcore)

think thats about it for lyrics i feel inclined to share im. very shy about sharing lyrics actually bc i dont want to disrespect the creators of the songs but i did look into these ones to make sure theyre not super personal before i shared (if they are and i missed that i apologize ;;w;; and i will remove them if so)

Okay now time for my original ideas

15. What would their theme song/leitmotif be titled? What would it sound like, if you have an idea?

UM GOOD QUESTION i havent really thought of that yet! But since her story is gonna be turned into a video game hopefully I should probably think about what her theme's gonna be called LOL. Maybe something relating to her role as the literal embodiment of evil or like a reference to how she doesn't really have free will but definitely HAS the ability to think and hates what she's forced to be. as for what it sounds like, OH DEFINITELY orchestral-style breakcore with glitches. Very volatile and unstable but surprisingly sorrowful with melodic areas, if that makes sense?

#blaire.txt #ask #thanks for the questions!! i hope you like it!!#ocs #Hyacinth

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pegasus-ghost · 2 years

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Wow it's been 2 weeks since I last update stuff here, huh?

Well, lucky you, I didn't have much stuff going on in my life for the past two weeks.

About my dreams? Strangely (and I guess, thankfully.) my dreams had been very 'tame' and 'safe'. Nothing strange and weird going on. I always relate my dreams to what Allah is trying to tell me.

And all these 'tame' dreams is telling me that Allah has been protecting me greatly from my dreams being influenced by djinns trying to mess with me.

About my novel? Great news...Ish.

Liam had been open to listening to my planned plot that I had for it last week, and I spent hours for 2 days telling him my plot from start to finish. Weirdly, Liam had been extremely responsive and supportive (and patient too, mind you.) in listening to everything. And you know what? He gave me a lot of extremely good pointers in his POV on what I should and shouldn't do with my plot as well as character development stories. I thank Allah for opening up his heart to listen and help me out with my plot. But yeah, turns out that I have WAY too many sub-conflicts in my plot to develop. But I'm satisfied.

Faith-wise? Still working on it. Still working on strengthening my faith to please Allah. I get scared whenever I realize that I had been slacking off and forgot about Allah, which has been frequent these days. I begged Allah to not lead me astray, and help me out in my commitment towards Him. I have faith that Allah will help me and he's currently helping as we speak; just not in ways I'm realizing.

My parents had been away for a week-ish to Turkey. They almost cancelled the trip because my dad suddenly suffered from terrible asthma attack while on the flight to Abu Dhabi. But when they found out they have to spend an extra 5000 for a return ticket, they decided (or more like my dad decided, he hates spending money) to just continue with the trip. Well, thankfully nothing bad happens for now other than the asthma attack.

The way I see it? Allah is trying to warn my dad that he can literally die anytime and Allah tested my dad with the asthma attack while he's on a fun trip, to remind him to remember Allah and revert back to Him (my dad isn't religious and rarely prays just like me back then). And he's like, 60 plus years old. I don't know what crossed his mind when it happened, but I hope that was enough warning for him to change his ways once he returns soon. I don't know, we'll see.

What else? Work? Nothing new. But I've been pissed off with how the CEO handles things. Laying 150 people off the company silently without announcement just to save his pride and face in front of the employees. He'd been showing a lot of selfish and arrogant attitude, using up company resources for his own agenda.

But yeah, fuck that. I don't care anymore. I just care that I have a job that allows me to work from home indefinitely (and Alhamdulillah for that.). Whatever he wants to do, let him. It's not my company. At least this job allows me to pray and that I can afford a lot of free time to build on my faith as well as doing other things I like.

Oh, I did tell you that Adam is married now? Feels weird that his wife is constantly around whenever I went back to my parents place. Adam and his wife lives with our parents for now.

Not much else, really.

Oh. Yeah. It's finally the end of 2022.

2022 is.... Definitely a HUGE blessing for me from Allah.

If you had asked me what I think my 2022 will turn out to be, I would never have guessed that Allah will save my faith from someone who never prays and don't care about Islam all his life, to being extremely religious, praying 5 times a day and remembering Allah everyday.

It's a strange turn of events for me, but a blissful one.

I feel like I don't deserve such kindness from Allah at all. Sigh. But He chose me, out of like, billions of humans who'd lived and died out there not knowing Islam or even abandoned Islam.

What did I do to deserve this blessing from Allah? I cry almost every time whenever I reflect on this. And I will never take this for granted. I will continue to work on my faith, and I still have a long way to go.

Sigh. Well yeah. That's it for my recent update and summary of 2022.

Alhamdullillah.

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jaebirde-unused · 2 years

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So i think i might be autistic and/or ADHD

I've been scrolling through Pinterest rn, one thing led to another, and now i'm looking at posts from various social media sites about what ADHD people deal with that aren't talked about as much and I'm just like...this is literally me? I deal with pretty much all of these things, and I'm starting to think I should get myself tested for both?

Because so far some things I've seen listed are:

the things I say vs the things i mean vs what people hear (ex. what i say: "it would be nice to be able to do something i'm naturally good at" vs what i mean: "it's too draining to do something for 8 hrs a day doing only things that I can't do well and everyone else can do them so much better and not being able to do what can actually DO" vs what they hear: I want everything I do to come easy and to put zero effort into what I do")

getting frustrated that I can't do something the way i want to

getting overstimulated and not knowing what to do with myself

the bliss of wearing noise cancelling (or at least semi-noise cancelling) headphones, but then that overwhelming feeling when you take them off and every fucking noise in existence assaults your ears at once. (also relates to prev point)

finding an interest that either grabs hold of you and NEVER LETS GO or having one that lasts for 1 day to 6 weeks before it's gone forever

it takes forever to fall asleep and i often find myself staying up an extra 3-5 hrs after "going to bed" because my brain won't let me fucking sleep.

CONSTANTLY FORGETTING THINGS (this one is so annoying because it makes me seem like I wasn't paying attention even when i was trying to and i feel so guilty that i forgot the thing that i don't think i fully processed)

people asking me why i didn't ask for help and me not knowing how to explain that my brain is in constant "i don't know what the fuck is happening!" and "i can handle this myself!" and "i'm so stupid why can't i do this on my own?"

grabbing my headphones, finding my favorite playlist, and not pressing play for 2+ hrs OR starting to listen to my music, pausing to read/do something, and not turning it back on for 2+ hrs

my internal clock makes NO SENSE. I'll think it's been 2 hrs but it's only been 3 mins, or i'll think i've been doing something for only 5 mins when it's been 6 hours and i have other shit to do

✨procrastination✨

seriously i cannot for the life of me focus on anything

i'll try and i'll just start drawing or scrolling through my phone even though i know i have things to do but my brain won't. let. me. DO IT.

getting overwhelmed with way to many choices and freaking out

building things that i need to do up in my head and putting it off for a month and then i do it and it's like. half an hour

Can't pay attention to something because there's Too Much Noise™ or because it's too quiet

What do you mean not everyone can hear their lights and refrigerators running?

Forgetting everything. forgetting that assignment, forgetting to make that phone call, forgetting to eat, forgetting to clean, forgetting literally all of your plans for the day

more that i can't think of right now but might add later

...and so forth. But like, I thought I was the only one who dealt with this? But I'm not? And for some reason I'm crying over the fact that I'm not the only one who deals with this? 'Cause this is news to me. I had honestly thought i was just Different™ and that I was weird for having these reactions to things

#jae's thoughts #so #i should probably get tested #huh #this was quite the revelation tonight #adhd #and/or #autism #adhd & autism things #(apparently?#did not know that before now)

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saviorfoxowlis · 2 years

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N:Era: Off the Track Part 8: Vixens, They Will Come and They Will Go

Part 8: Vixens, They Will Come and They Will Go

The spirits watched over. Merciless and enraging thoughts flowed through them, hoping they would finally smite their murderer. However, they could feel a tether, as someone pulled out and revealed their bones.

The tails came down and burned, and in their souls, they felt great warmth, a warmth that cauterized the wounds of hate. A blissfulness fell over them as spiritual power left their bones.

Several Thelosts had Vanos pinned down, but they released him, only having power based on misery.

Several passengers had injuries, a few wounds more severe than the rest, however, they were tended to by allies. Dires licked wounds, healing some of the cuts.

The main crimson floated in front of Cyras and said, "Thank you. You have finally found and purified my bones and now I am almost released from this curse.

"My true name is Sylvana. Finish this tale, please, bury me where my body won't be disturbed again. And, avenge us."

The three spirits faded away.

Rosod said, "Amazing. They took their grudge out on everybody, but at the end of the day, they’ve released their negativity by finding inner peace."

"Poetic, right?" Lilu asked Rosod.

Rosod's eyelashes fluttered as she said, "Yes."

Passengers began mumbling amongst themselves about what was next. Cyras jumped on the top of the train and said, "Everybody, please listen."

As she gathered their attention she said, "Look, nothing here went exactly how we thought, but now we can't go back. We can’t return but there is a way forward. That's how a train works." As she stumbled over her words, she tried to muster some inner positivity.

"Who can pilot the train?"

The Violet from the club car raised his hand. "I guess I can."

A couple of passengers began shouting over one another. "Who did this? Who was the murderer?"

"We got him right here," Rosod said, a Twayt in her grasp.

Cyras said, "I've got an idea..."

***

The door of the furnace room opened one last time.

Lilu entered.

Olivine said, trapped in coal, "I know I'm going to jail. However, I can explain, that what I was doing wasn't even wrong. You can't blame me for my grandfather's mistakes."

"You literally nearly got us all murdered, and for what? What was even the point of trying to mess with or disturb this spirit anyway? Do you still need revenge? You need spirit power?"

Olivine wasn't saying anything.

Lilu said, "Well, we can't let you leave with all of that dark magic in your book, and the spirit wanted payback."

"My grandfather is long dead."

Lilu opened the door as a sienna fox walked in. Lilu shut the door. Cyras licked her fangs while the Twayt took a few steps back into the corner. "I haven't eaten anything good this entire trip."

***

The club car brightened the mood with karaoke. Team N:Era, Baynana, and Rosod all took a turn.

Cyras said, "We know this hasn’t been a great night for anyone, but we’ve got a song for you. If you feel like you haven’t gotten what you wanted in life, or maybe you suffer from sour grapes, this is for you.”

Cyras and Rosod stood apart from each other, as Cyras put down the record.

Cyras began singing,

"I stand across the hall.

You say this isn't easy

But easy never felt as good,

You spoke and said some words that I had never heard."

Rosod tapped her thigh in beat.

"I only spoke the words

I felt that were the safest

But safety never felt so wrong

The chains I wrap around when I hold the key are binding."

The song was only building up, but Lilu stared at either girl, seeing the passion burning in Cyras' eyes. Both crimson and fox's voices fused.

"The sun arisen.

Shadows starker

Give me reason

Before you get darker."

Lilu sat back and sipped her tea.

Rosod said, "Well if you really need to know,

About time you started asking yourself

The reason why you ever even cared

When I see you're still playing me, like a game."

Cyras said, "Well if you really need to know

About time you started asking yourself

The reason why you ever even cared

When I see you're still playing me, like a game."

Ahmond and Baynana stared at one another. Ahmond said,

"The lies now bubbling

The truth has stewed

The pain is hobbling

The storm has brewed

“Well if you really need to know,

About time you started asking yourself

The reason why you ever even cared

When I see you're still playing me, like a game- and if you really need to know,

“About time you started asking yourself

The reason why you ever even cared

When I see you're still playing me, like a toy."

The next part was silent, just bass, but Cyras went off-script.

"Vixens come,

Vixens go

Yet I still look at you

And still I say what's wrong

Why can't you tell me what's wrong

You don't understand

I'm not trying to be cruel

I was only answering back when you poked me with your spikes."

The crowd began clapping, amazed at the emotion these two put into their performance, as Rosod glared icily.

"Well if you really need to know,

About time you started asking yourself

The reason why you ever even cared

When I see you're still playing me, like a game-"

Cyras said, her voice shivering in rage, "Yeah yeah yeah, well if you really really need to know

How about time you started asking yourself

The reason why you never never never even cared

When I see you're

STILL

Playing me

Like a gaaaaaame!"

The audience applauded at the great performance, while Lilu had already left.

***

Upon exiting the train, Cyras put a coin in the slot. Then she dialed the number for Owlis.

Her eyes narrowed to pinpricks, catching Lilu and Ahmond's attention. They silently stood by her.

"I'm sorry," Cyras said before hanging up. "The palace was attacked, we need to get to a portal back to Lavandar as soon as possible."

Ahmond gasped. Lilu's said, "There are no portals from here to Lavandar. They kept collapsing. We'll have to take a train."

Ahmond and Cyras' ears flattened as they whimpered.

Lilu said, "I'm right! I'm not being a jerk. That's the only way."

"Should we get back on a train ever?" Cyras asked. "And why do the portals keep collapsing?"

Lilu said, "I assume if they knew they'd have fixed the issue."

Vanos walked up and said, "Ahmond, you should be coming with us, stop talking with your friends and get a move on."

"The palace was attacked," Ahmond told him.

Vanos' scanned the area for anyone listening in. He spoke quieter. "You mean Owlis' palace?"

Cyras said, "She wasn't clear on any details, so I assume she wants everything as private as possible. Not even people over the phone can hear us. She also said ‘keep the situation as quiet as possible.’ Officially, the palace had a gas leak and blew up."

"Blew up," Ahmond said, "wow."

Baynana said, "That's amazing."

"I'm not gonna jump this time," Lilu said, "honestly her stealth is awesome. Better than Cyras."

"No, she's not," Cyras said, behind Lilu.

Lilu jumped back. "What the- you were in my sight this entire time, how'd you sneak up on me."

"Speak about my stealth again, I dare you," Cyras said. She shook her head. "Anyway, fine, but the train trip better be short."

Lilu said, "Yeah, a couple of cities away, there should be a portal that should get us to Glacialane. Then we can take that to Lavandar."

Cyras said, "Only a couple of cities away, great..."

Lilu said, "You know what really gets me about that whole trip is we never got an answer from Olivine as to why he was collecting spirit's essence. We also aren't sure about the identity of that other twayt he was within his vision."

Cyras shrugged, as she knew the identity they should be seeking was someone who mattered, the attacker of the palace. She sat by a bench that Rosod was at while Lilu got their tickets.

About to open her mouth, Baynana popped up next to her and said, "Oh here's a comic. Rosod really liked this."

Cyras' eyes narrowed but she took the comic and read through. "I didn't like this."

"Oh well, this really picks up next chapter."

"That's great."

"I think this is a good comic."

"I'm glad you had fun. I just don't find this story to be very interesting."

"You can't judge something by only one chapter."

"The story has to fight to keep me," Cyras said.

Baynana puffed out her cheeks and walked away.

"I can't believe you did that," Rosod said. "I wasn't able to shake her off at any rate."

"Yeah. Well, she has to learn to respect your choices," Cyras said, before giving a more hopeful look at the weasel. "So, I'm sorry about what I said on the train."

"Yeah. Anyway, Baynana's pretty annoying."

"I don't think so."

"You think?"

"No of course not," Cyras said. "I have the same passion for stuff, and mine takes me on day-long spirals. So, are we cool?"

Rosod said, “I'll be real with you. My life's not very easy, just like Lilu’s. My parents aren't terrible. They're doing their best. And school isn't terrible, but everything's catching up."

"I never knew that. I guess that's why you're so-”(mean, crude, and rude,)“-critical."

"I wake up and want to go straight back to sleep. A lot’s happened from this entire year that I've known you, and this isn't all your fault. Just that I need some time to process all that’s happened. Imagine having a sprain that you never healed from because you had to keep walking on a forced march."

Cyras said, "I had some idea that, well,” she would invite Rosod to be a member of Team N:Era, but realized that would overwhelm her. “Yeah, you should figure something out in your life. Take back control.” She put on a smile.

Rosod's mood darkened visibly as her eyes became glossy.

"Ever since I lied for money, my parents have frozen me out. Good thing I saved up my allowance, because, I’m not comfortable telling you more but please just keep one secret.”

Cyras said, "Anything."

“You better be sure.”

“Yes.”

"I'm running away."

Cyras stared at Rosod’s satchel and then at her face. "Oh, I see. Take these with you." She gave Rosod the bones of Sylvana, and she put them with her books.

"Thanks. I have to thank you because you inspired me. I know you stood up to Ryvoh.” Well not exactly. “And you left, as did Lilu with her mom. I guess that works. About time I take my leave." The weasel girl stood up and walked away.

Cyras sat on the bench, numb. A lot was happening this year in her life. Everything went off the track.

Thank you for being part of the finale.

#Fox #Foxes #Finaleliterature #Literature #Writing #N:Era #Cyras #Owlis

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