#surround yourselves with loved ones as often as you can

[occasional-wott-bros]

[kerrslvr]

mile high club / teagan micah

in which, you and teagan join the mile high club.

warnings; fingering (r receiving), nipple stimulation, dom!teagan, sub!reader, dirty talk, strap-ons (fucking and sucking), breeding kink, praise kink, voyuerism?? i guess??

a short little smut completely inspired by teagan's insta story of her on the flight back to aus which i posted here. i have also clearly never been in a first class airplane pod, so forgive me for giving it too much space x

**** "babe. are you asleep?"

your eyes peeled open to teagan's fingers prodding at your bicep, and you shifted from a position that made your neck stiff and your legs cramp.

"i was," you grumbled, squinting your eyes closed to adjust to the light within the plane, "what's up?"

teagan's fingers danced across your arm, and even though you were wearing one of her thick, fleeced hoodies, you could feel the electricity bouncing from her fingertips.

"hm, nothing," she hummed, "just a bit bored to be honest."

"we've been on this plane two hours, teags," you shifted so that your legs were draped over hers and immediately her hand gripped your thigh. you pulled her hood down and played with the strands of her hair that fell loosely behind her ears, "why don't you try and sleep? or maybe we could watch a movie...? i bought my headphone splitter so we can watch notting hill in peace."

"i don't wanna watch notting hill, babe."

her hand moved up your leg an inch or so, and you sensed you knew what she was getting at but you were in a first class pod on a busy airplane with alanna and mary in the pods surrounding you. there was no way in hell she wanted to do that, was there?

"oh, uh, o-okay," you shifted and reached for your ipad on the table across from you both, "i have, uh, we could watch jumanji, or, uh, i downloaded the new-"

teagan's hand rose higher on your thigh until it was sitting in the crease and you lost your train of thought when her thumb brushed against your clothed clit.

"teagan."

"y.n," she taunted back, "just for five minutes."

"no, teagan, it's too risky."

"because you're going to be too loud? i have ways to shut you up, y'know."

you rolled your eyes and leaned into teagan's touch. it would be nice to just have ten minutes to yourselves, you'd both been so busy with work you were exhausted, and hadn't had sex for a reasonable amount of time.

your lips found hers and her touch was soft, even when her fingers slid under the band of your leggings and her finger pressed against your clit. you pulled the cap from her head and it fell to the floor between her legs, and you pulled her closer as you simultaneously scooched your body closer to hers so it was easier for the both of you.

she pulled your lip between her teeth and now you'd given her the green light there really wasn't much time to waste. you both expected they'd be coming round with refreshments, or possibly even breakfast soon.

"gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me, darling?"

you nodded against her lips, and when her fingers circled your hole and curled inside you as her thumb circled your clit. your hand stayed wrapped around her neck throughout the entirety of the exchange, lips brushing against hers every so often.

"o...oh, my... t-teagan," you breathed, trying desperately not to make a sound.

"sssh, babe, i know," she kissed your jaw, "feels good, doesn't it? you're so wet and warm."

a moan escaped your lips at teagan's comment, and quickly her free hand moved to your mouth, where she stuck two fingers inside and immediately you let your tongue swirl around her fingertips.

the angle was awkward, yet somehow she managed to hit every spot. your pussy was soaked, and she could already feel your wetness dripping down her knuckles and onto her wrist. she added a third finger and your eyes locked as she telepathically swore you to silence.

she loved the look in your eyes, both of partial fear and desperation. how you looked like a deer in the headlights but still craved her enough to continue.

you shifted in your seat so you were closer to being laid down than you were sat up, and allowed your hands to push up her hoodie just enough. she removed her hand from your mouth and helped, so it was now sitting across her shoulders, where you were greeted by her sports bra.

"no," she whispered sternly, "y/n, don't you dare. you know that makes me - oh."

one of your lips attached around one of her nipples and you suckled on it slowly, and immediately she became like putty in your hands. her fingers worked faster, desperately wishing she could bring you to the edge faster so you wouldn't be sucking on her nipples. it's not that she didn't like it - if anything, she loved it - but it drove her crazy and she sometimes found herself getting out of control at the feeling of your lips all over her chest.

your breathing sped up and your legs spread wider, back arching delicately as you chased your orgasm as quietly as you could. teagan's fingers continued to curl inside of you, her thumb pressing down harder as she circled your clit to amount more pressure, and it quickly got to the point where the pressure got too heavy.

your head spun and your limbs shook as your orgasm washed over you, unable to control the feeling amounting inside of your body. your teeth dug into teagan's nipple and she had to bite down on her bottom lip so she didn't elicit any form of unwanted attention from passengers or staff.

once your orgasm subsided and your head felt floaty, she pushed your head away from her chest and looked at you with an unimpressed look on her face.

"that wasn't very smart, was it, babe, hm?" she pulled her fingers from your lap and you admired your own liquid trickling down her wrist, "because i was just going to finger you every so often during the flight until we got to sydney, but now? i don't know if i can do that," her tongue darted out to lick at the juice now rolling down her forearm, "because you decided to be a whore and take it to the next step by sucking my tits, didn't you? and you know how that makes me feel, darling."

"i-i'm sorry, teagan," you whispered, but she was already pulling the hoodie from your body and pushing down your leggings, "i just thought it would keep me quiet."

she tugged at the front of your bralette and watched as your boobs spilled out. without hesitation, the fingers that were inside of you a mere two minutes prior were now stuffed into your mouth, her lips wrapped around your nipples and her free hand began to rub harsh circles around your clit.

"n-no, t-teagan, you know what happens when you-"

"-not my problem."

she suckled on your nipples as if she were tasting them for the first time, licking her lips and allowing herself to get messy. you choked on her fingers as she pushed them further down your throat, not allowing you the space to breathe, and her fingers continued to rub harshly on your clit.

again, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm, and if teagan was good at one thing, it was bringing on an orgasm quickly. her tongue circled between each nipple and it sent your mind reeling, although you both knew you wanted her to eat you out, but it wasn't happening.

you clenched your eyes shut, once again gagging on her fingers as you thought back on memories of the feeling of her tongue on your clit, and soon you found yourself on the brink of an orgasm. you grabbed at the wrist that was resting on your chin, wanting to let her know your orgasm was approaching, but she knew your body too well. your legs began to shake and your stomach muscles started to tense, and she admired you as your entire body was rocked by your second orgasm in under five minutes.

your juices trickled around her wrist again and she took her sweet time this time around licking her hand clean while you tried to catch your breath with desperation.

"don't tell me you're tired," she hummed, "you haven't even repaid me with a thank you yet."

you whimpered, but moved your body as exhausted as it was, pushing your hoodie back down your body to cover your modesty just in case anybody were to walk past. as you came to, teagan had undone the drawstring of her bottoms and pushed them down her legs, and your eyes widened at the sight before you.

"well...?" she gestured, "are you just going to sit there? or do i have to force a thank you out of you as well?"

"n-no," you croaked, shifting your position. teagan reached past your body and locked the entrance to your pod, although it was probably clear as a bell to the staff and fellow passengers what was going on by now, not to mention that if anybody walked past in a certain lighting, they would undoubtedly see the outline of your backside sticking out in their direction as you sucked her off.

she bunched up your hair as you slid your mouth down her cock, and she shivered at the feeling. your throat had already been coaxed open by her fingers, and so, much to teagan's satisfaction, you had no trouble in accommodating the size of her strap.

you looked over at her, and she was sitting there with her hands on her nipples looking down at you through hooded eyes, and you craved her now more than ever. you would much rather have been eating her out in that moment, however the flight still had twenty hours of airtime, and you knew you'd get your chance later.

one of your hands moved to rest on her knee and one of your hands found her nipple, where you took over touching it, conveniently freeing up a hand of hers.

"fu-uck, baby, that's it. right fuckin' there," she bucked her hips up and you coughed and spluttered around her dick, "throat is almost as good as your pussy."

she reached across your body and circled your hole with her fingers, and when you flinched she smirked. "you want me to fuck you, don't you babe, hm?"

you nodded, still with her dick in your mouth.

"wanna know a secret?"

again, you nodded.

"i'm only gonna let you cum again if you get on top," she pushed the hair from your face, "you think you can do that for me, hm?"

you nodded one final time and she stroked your hair, tapping your cheek and telling you to remove your mouth from her cock. you did as she instructed, and soon enough you were straddling her cock ready to be filled.

she flung your hoodie off of your body and it landed in your seat, your leggings pushed around your ankles. the cabin must've stunk of sex by now, but surely you weren't the only animals on the plane. it must've been a regular occurrence.

as you hovered over her cock, you faced each other and she brought your lips to hers as you slowly sunk down. your moans were muffled by the feeling of her lips on yours and thankfully nobody could hear.

you rocked your hips back and forth in an attempt to adjust to her size but she kissed along your jawline. "we haven't got a lot of time, baby, they'll be bringing out some food soon."

you nodded, and carefully raised and lowered your hips in a slow but stable rhythm. you knew, realistically that this wasn't going to make you cum, and teagan knew that too, but you loved to have at least a little bit of fun, even if you were pressed for time.

"want you to fuck me, teagan."

"like this? baby, you know that's not possible," she pressed a searing hot bite to the side of your boob, "unless, of course, you want everyone on this cabin knowing exactly how much of a slut you are for my dick. it's your choice, really."

you pouted when she swatted your hand away from your clit, realistically leaving you only one option.

"yes, teagan, like this," you nuzzled into her neck and she groaned when you bit down into it, sucking at the skin, "i want you to make me cum again."

she smirked, having you exactly where she wanted you. her hands hooked under your bum and she slowly started to raise her hips to meet your bounce, which made you gasp.

"don't tell me you've lost your manners."

"please, teagan."

"please, what?"

you rolled your eyes and she pinched your bum. "you know what."

she smirked again, sucking a nipple into her mouth and you fought off an annoyed huff. "i'm not going to do it until you tell me what you want me to do, darling."

"i want you to fuck me, teagan, right here, right now," your voice was low, but loud enough for everyone to hear all at the same time, "i want you to make me cum again. please."

with that, she was satisfied, and took no time doing exactly that. your arms braced around her head and your fingers interlocked at the back of her head, meaning your chest was pressed right up against her face which made you both even more desperate than before.

"o-oh... oh fu-uck, t-teagan," you tried to be quiet, but it was defenseless, your voice continuously breaking and desperately needing some form of relief, "your dick is so... oh, fuck."

she smirked against your skin and her teeth sunk into the inside of your boob as you fought off a continuous string of moans. your skin was slapping together and it was undoubtedly all anybody throughout the entire plane could hear, but you'd cross that bridge when you came to it.

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer. "can't believe you want me to fill you up in public," she teased, knowing it would get you there quicker, "on a plane full of people, including my friends, you want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

"y-yes," you whimpered, "t-teagan, please i'm desperate."

one of her hands sunk down between you and she circled your clit, and immediately you began to clench uncontrollably.

"i know you do, darling, you're such a good little girl, aren't you? c'mon, baby, cum for me and i'll fill you up."

your eyes clenched shut and you focused on the feeling of being full and having teagan's fingers on your clit, and within a matter of minutes you were falling apart on top of her. teagan's hand came over your mouth to cover the unholy moan that left it, and she kept her promise and filled you up almost straight away, milking her dick of every last drop as she groaned.

your body fell limp on top of her, and you dreaded the walk of shame to the bathroom in order to clean yourself up, and you toyed with the idea of just throwing a blanket over you and laying there until you fell asleep, but you didn't want to give the flight attendant a heart attack.

"do we have to go and do the walk of shame through the cabin?" you questioned softly after a few minutes, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"you're the one full of cum, darling. not me."

"i know, but you have to come with me, by default," you kissed her lips softly, "i'll make sure it's worth your while."

she smirked and raised an eyebrow, which made you smile immediately. "i'll come with you to the bathroom, and then once we've eaten and had an hours sleep, you can eat me out all you want, darling. that's a promise."

"excellent," you hummed, "then the rest of the cabin'll really hate us."

[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ thinking about getting a kitten with caitlin!!!!

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; literally nothing but cuteness! cait's adjustment to the wnba mention but nothing too crazy.

caitlin's eyes widened in shock as you handed her the phone, your expression delighted as you swallowed a squeal. "a... cat?"

you and caitlin had just moved in together in Indiana and it was something new to both of you. adapting to sharing a space and merging your lives had been a thrilling yet challenging experience. but amidst unpacking boxes and adjusting to new routines, you'd felt something was missing.

not only that, but caitlin was still adapting to the wnba which hasn't been all smooth-sailing. the exhausting schedule, intense practices, and pressure to perform at her best were taking a toll. she often came home exhausted, both mentally and physically, and you could see how much she needed something to lift her spirits.

as she looked at the picture of the cat on your phone, a smile began to spread across her face, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "you really think a cat will help?"

you nodded, placing a comforting hand on her hand. "yeah! i mean, look how cute it is. and i'll clean and do everything, i swear."

she could see how much you've thought about this, her heart swelling with affection as she looked back at the photo of the adorable cat. "okay," she said softly, her smile growing. "let's do it. let's get a cat."

you squealed excitedly, pulling your taller girlfriend into a tight embrace. the excitement was palpable as you both started discussing names, imagining the little furball exploring your new home. the thought of a new addition to your lives brought a sense of warmth and anticipation, a perfect counterbalance to the stress caitlin had been experiencing.

a week later, you found yourselves at the animal shelter, hearts racing with excitement. caitlin's eyes lit up as soon as she spotted a small, fluffy kitten with bright green eyes. the kitten, curious and playful, batted at caitlin's fingers through the bars of its cage.

"look, she's so precious," she said, her voice filled with a joy you hadn’t heard in a while. "what's her name?"

you looked up at the tag. "luna."

"that's a lame name, it doesn't suit her," caitlin joked as she glanced back at the kitten. you laughed as you wrapped your arm around hers.

"oh really?" you laughed as you glanced up at your girlfriend, who's attention was completely on the kitten. "well then, what do you think we should name her?"

caitlin's eyes sparked with excitement as she thought for a moment. "how about... princess. cause she's gonna be our princess, y'know."

you laughed, loving how perfect the name sounded. "princess it is," you agreed, and the kitten seemed to perk up as if acknowledging her new name.

after completing the adoption paperwork, you both brought princess home. the tiny kitten explored her new surroundings with boundless energy, her curiosity leading her to every corner of the apartment. caitlin watched with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, her exhaustion from the day melting away as princess' playful antics filled the room.

as days went by, princess quickly adapted to her new home. she became cait's little shadow, following her around the apartment and curling up on her lap whenever she had a moment to sit. caitlin's mood noticeably improved, her stress easing as she found comfort in princess' presence.

one evening, after a particularly hard practice, caitlin came home looking worn out. princess immediately greeted her at the door, purring loudly and weaving around her legs. caitlin scooped her up, the tiredness in her eyes softening as she cuddled the kitten.

you watched them from the kitchen, a warm feeling spreading through you. "looks like someone missed you," you said, smiling as you walked over to join them.

caitlin looked up, her face lighting up with a tired but genuine smile. "i missed her too," she said softly, pressing a kiss to kitten's head.

"never thought you'd become a cat lady, cait," you joked as caitlin laughed.

"yeah, me too. but she's so sweet, look at her."

the three of you settled onto the couch, princess purring contentedly between you. caitlin leaned against you, her head resting on your shoulder. "thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "for bringing her into our lives."

you kissed the top of her head, your heart full. "i'm just glad she's making you happy," you replied. "we all needed this."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[melobin]

first of all congratulations on hitting 2k !! i’ve never met anyone more deserving <3 love you lots 🫶🏼 can i rq “i missed you” with roommate jungwon please 🫧🪼

i love you forever !!!

જ⁀➴ roommate!jungwon x female reader

cw. smut, unprotected sex, clothed sex, no real power play involved, jungwon cums inside of the reader. wc. 2k

17. "i missed you"

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the air that surrounded you and jungwon felt tense, you hated it. if there was one thing you always enjoyed, it was your positive relationship with your roommate, but the two of you seemed to throw that down the drain a month ago when you found yourself laying under him in his bed. nails raking down his back as he fucked your senses away.

both of you tried your hardest to avoid bumping into the other, both too afraid to have the conversation or even acknowledge what happened that night. at first jungwon was hurt when he realised you were avoiding him, but he soon realised it was for the best and found himself doing the same back to you.

it was inevitable that your avoidance would be forced to end at some point, it was impossible to avoid someone you lived with for that long. most of your encounters had one of you coughing and looking away whilst the other quickly done whatever it was they needed to do before leaving the room.

the tension between the two of you didn't go unnoticed by friends who visited, you often found yourself being questioned by your friends to why it felt so tense when jungwon entered the room you were in, you'd play it off, trying to convince them they're making things up but you knew the truth.

yet, avoidance or not, you both found yourselves stealing glances at one another when you thought the other wasn't looking. even if you weren’t looking, you could still feel his eyes on you, every second that he was in your vicinity you found yourself craving the feeling of his eyes on you. the way jungwon looked at you made your skin crawl, goosebumps trailing from your wrist to your shoulder. you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you again, take you the same way he did that night, but you worried things were too far gone between the two of you now. 

so as you sat beside him on a friday evening, you tried to suppress your thoughts. usually the two of you would try and have a movie night on friday nights, just something small to relax after a hectic week, having food laid out and whatever movie you could find on netflix playing on the tv. the last time the two of you had a movie night was a month ago, consequently it was the same night the two of you ended up in bed together. it didn’t help to quiet down the thoughts that were in your head as you remembered the way his fingers trailed along your skin on the very couch you were sat on, how his lips gently pressed against your neck as he told you how bad he wanted to fuck you.

you couldn’t help but wonder if he still wanted to, if his true motives for asking you to join him for a movie night was so he could fuck you again. truth be told, you wouldn’t be against it, in fact you’d be all for it. you wanted him, bad. you knew you weren’t going to focus on whatever film he decided to pick, so you let your eyes wander over to jungwon, only to find him already looking at you.

“you okay?” he let his head lean to the left a little as he asked.

“i’m okay”

“you sure? you seem distracted” you gave him a small smile, this was the most engaging conversation the two of you had had in weeks.

“just thinking”

“what about?”

“does it matter?” he narrowed his eyes at your question, an almost small, playful smile tugging at his lips.

“yes” he moved closer to you, thigh pressing against yours “talk to me” you sighed and looked down at where his sweats touched your skin, maybe wearing shorts wasn’t your best idea.

“it’s nothing important”

“will you tell me if i guess?” you watched him carefully as he spoke, only lightly nodding your head at his question “you’re thinking about what happened last time we ended up like this” jungwon leaned closer to you, lips barely touching the skin of your neck “because i am”

you almost folded right away, almost leant completely into his touch and let him have his way with you all over again. almost. you were going to let him have you, but you didn’t want to make it that easy for him.

“avoided me for a month just to try and fuck me again?” he laughed against your neck, lips parting as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your skin.

“you avoided me, i was just giving you space” you let out a shaky breath, finding yourself sinking backwards in the sofa as he nipped at your skin “i’ve spent the past month thinking about how pretty you sounded under me, i needed to be close to you again” you’d never heard jungwon sound so desperate for something before, the last few words he spoke came out as a whine almost. there was no way you were going to be able to keep your guard up. 

“jungwon” your voice was quiet, your fingers found themself in his hair.

“shh” he paused for a second, fingers finding place on the skin of your thigh below your shorts “you don’t know how bad i just want to press you down and fuck you every time you say my name” you were speechless at his words, his teeth dug a little deeper into your neck, you knew there’d be a bruise there tomorrow.

“so do it” it was all he needed, you caved quicker than you wanted to but you couldn’t help it, nothing felt better than the way he lifted his head from your neck and kissed you. the kiss was full of tongue, saliva and desperation. he pushed you further down against the sofa, your head resting against the arm of it. 

the kiss didn’t break as his fingers trailed along the skin of your thighs, he groaned once he settled himself between your legs, cock hanging lose in his sweats, pressing against your covered cunt. he ground himself down against you, hands finding place on your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist. both of you found yourselves wanting to be as close as possible to the other, any space was too much space. if you could crawl into his skin and live in there, at this point you would. his fingers snuck under the fabric of your shirt, digging into your skin as he ground himself down against you. he broke the kiss, letting his lips pretty open mouthed kisses along your skin, his mouth felt hot against you.

“need you” he panted just below your ear, there was a slight whiny tone to his voice as he spoke “need you so bad. been too long” 

“take me wonnie, please” he groaned, nails pressing into your skin. neither of you had the patience to get undressed, instead he found himself shoving down his sweats until his cock was out, fingers pushing aside the material of your shorts so he could press himself against you. 

jungwon felt painfully hard, he’d spent the first twenty minutes of the movie working himself up, thinking about you. there had been countless nights in the past few weeks where jungwon found himself wide awake late at night, laying in his bed with his hand closed around his cock, pumping it as he desperately tried to mimic the way your warm cunt felt around him. nothing compared to how you felt, nothing compared to you. you brought jungwon a feeling he had never felt with anyone else and he wanted more.

and now he was finally getting more. he felt his head spin when he pressed the tip of his cock against your clit, dragging it down to your sopping hole. you were so inviting, it felt almost as if you were sucking him inside of you. the head of his cock broke into you, pushing into your warmth slowly. jungwon paced himself, fearing that if he moved too quickly he’d spill himself inside of you right away. he didn’t want that, he wanted to savour the feeling of you, wanted to keep you wrapped around him for as long as possible, not being sure when he’d finally get you to himself again.

jungwon moaned when he pressed the rest of himself inside of you, cock twitching as your walls tightened around him. he lifted his head from your neck to look at you, eyes shaking as he watched the way your lips parted and you whimpered at the intrusion of his cock. your arm wrapped around his shoulder, gripping his shirt as your other hand went to his hair. 

“god” he groaned as you pulled on his hair “i missed you” at his words, you pulled him down to kiss you, moving your own hips up in order to get him to move. you couldn’t stand him being inside of you without fucking you into the sofa beneath you, too desperate to feel him come undone inside of you again.

“wonnie” your voice broke against his lips, tone filled with a whined as he rolled his hips against yours, cock leaving you just to enter you again. he filled you up so well, thick cock stretching you out, leaving you aching to feel him fill you up all over again each time he pulled out.

you tried to keep the kiss going but it felt impossible, as his pace increased, so did the frequency of your moans. it wasn’t long before jungwon found himself burying his head in your neck, whining against the flesh as he fucked you. each time he withdrew his cock from you and pushed it back it he felt the lace of your panties drag against the side of his cock, it only made things more intense for him. jungwon was absolutely not going to last, especially not when he heard you say his name.

“jungwon” his name left you in a whine “fill me up, please” it was all he really needed to hear. jungwon found himself kneeling up between your legs, holding your thighs apart as he fucked you harder. hair falling over his eyes and bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he let his eyes focus on the way your cunt swallowed his cock. you left him glistening in your slick with each thrust, a gentle but filthy sound came from where the two of you were connecting. he wanted to fill you with him cum so bad, claim you as he fucked you. 

he dropped one hand to your clit, thumb pressing against the drenched, swollen bud as he fucked you closer to your orgasm. he didn’t want to finish first but he knew he was going to. with that way you were clamping around his cock and moaning so sweetly for him, he knew he was done for. he was too drained to hold it back, he needed you to feel what you done to him, needed you to feel his cum spill deep inside of you.

jungwon let out one of the prettiest moans you had ever heard when he came, hips still moving against yours, thumb still rubbing careless circles against your clit as he tried to drive you towards your own orgasm. your name fell from him as he released inside of you, the overstimulation only causing him to whine after.

“cum around my cock” he let his eyes flick to your face. your eyes were closed, lips swollen and parted, he was sure you had never looked so pretty “come on baby” you let out a noise that fell somewhere between the line of a moan and a whine as you felt your orgasm hit you, body shaking as you gripped the seat of the sofa under you, probably leaving deep scratch marks behind.

“jungwon, jungw-oh my god” was all that left you, your voice breaking as he fucked you through your orgasm, hips finally stilling once he was sure you were finished. your eyes struggled to adjust to the light in the room when you opened them, yet you still found jungwon looking down at you, cock still resting inside of you. he leaned over you, hands pressing against the sofa either side of your head before leaning down to kiss you softly.

“you’re not going to avoid me this time, right?” you shook your head “good, we should do this more often”.

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[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hello!! I’d like to request a bunny S/O with Ticci Toby,Ej,Masky,Hoodie,Jeff The killer like the S/O has like bunny ears and a bunny tail?

Their fragile and small and sweet and soft.

Awww little bunny creep! I actually have a pet bunny, but she is very sassy 💀

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ticci Toby

Your sweet and quiet personality is very nice for Toby

He loooves people with softer voices and personalities, as he can respond pretty negatively to louder things due to his ptsd

Also, you being more on the calm side kind of mellows him out

Toby is very influenced by his surroundings, pretty much just morphing his personality to better suit the situation

So being around you makes him calmer, and quieter

That being said, most of the time when you guys hang out you are cuddling close to each other and sleeping

You being rather easy to spook due to you being partly bunny, prefer to have him hold you so you know you're safe

And he couldn't be happier to do so

He will wrap you up in his arms and bury his face into your soft ears, giving them a little kiss as he drifts off into sleep

Occasionally, you will pick up on a noise such as footsteps or talking, making you wake up and look around anxiously

Toby will sleepily pull you back into his chest after you've scanned for danger and whisper to you how you don't have to be so vigilant, because he's there for you

He always keeps headphones on him as well, partly to play his music but mostly for when you are in public spaces and it gets too loud for your ears

They don't fit too good, but they are better than nothing

He will also rub your ears whenever you get worked up, telling you to just relax and breathe

It is very calming for both you and him <3

Eyeless Jack

You actually share a lot of similarities with him!

This makes you ten times closer with each other

You are both sensitive to noise, you are both very quiet and stick to yourselves, you both have very soft hair (or in your case, fur), etc

Even your differences are cute in a way

He is a carnivore, and you are a herbivore

You tend to get very nervous and shy around people, he is more so just quiet and reserved

Honestly you two are the most precious together ugh <33

With his sharp claws, he is able to get through your thick fur and give you wonderful scratches behind your ears, on your head, etc

And with your soft hands and gentle mannerisms, you are able to give him little mini massages, even with his overly sensitive skin

You spend a lot of time reading together, and occasionally you go on cute little picnic dates

You lay down a blanket in the manor's large ethereal garden, and talk about anything that comes to mind while you eat

Jack often doesn't eat around you, as the smell of meat can make your stomach turn and make you very nauseous, but he might eat a light snack while you eat your salads and chips

You are often seen together, since you understand each other so well and are so close, theres no one else you guys would rather hangout with!

Masky

He thinks that you are so adorable

You are complete polar opposites

He's a "man's man" and you're soft and sweet and shy

He adores your differences, though

However, this being said he feels a need to protect you if that makes sense

In his brain, you just seem so vulnerable and he doesn't want anyone taking advantage of that

Wether you let him "protect" you though, is up to you

If you don't want him to be so protective, either tell him that or show him that with your body language and he'll back off

But if you don't mind or prefer him to be protective towards you, expect him to always be near you, to always make you wear at least something of his (usually a jacket), and to be pushed away from the less....sane creeps (cough cough JEFF)

He loves to rub his face on your soft ears

Which can sometimes hurt, because he has a rather stubbly face

If you want him to stop though, he'll stop

He often has you with him or near him due to his overprotectiveness

So expect to be sitting in his lap or feeling his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you

Hoodie

He is a very excitable, energetic person so like some other creeps on this list, you are kind of opposites

But also like the other creeps, these opposite factors in your personalities kind of make it work instead of put strain on the relationship

However, he has his moments where all he wants to do is be calm, and sit down in a warm blanket with your head on his shoulder, just enjoying each other's presence while you watch t.v

So if you want one of those moments with him, really all you have to do is ask and he will oblige

The other guys on this list like your ears, but Brian likes your tail

He likes to sneak up behind you and lightly grab on it with a high pitched "boop!"

It makes him laugh to see you get all flustered and embarrassed

He doesn't do that often though, so you don't have to worry about it getting annoying or uncomfortable

He isn't super protective of you like Tim, he's more so....observant if that makes sense??

Like he won't go out of his way to make sure you're with him all day everyday but say if you were in a public area and he notices you're getting restless, he'll ask you about it and what he can do to help

He is obsessed with how your wiggle your nose

Sometimes he'll just stare at it, and when you catch him, he'll grin and wiggle his own nose at you, making you roll your eyes and smile

Occasionally, he will press your noses together in a kunik after watching you wiggle your nose for a while, and he will continue to rub his nose against yours until he gets at least a giggle out of you, to which he will then pull away and peck your nose affectionatley

Jeff The Killer

Him being a very crass and blunt dude he's gonna mess with you at least a little bit

It's also kind of his love language

He just likes fucking with people idk man

Expect him to spook you, grab your tail with a firm grip, boop your nose when you're busy, etc

Eventually you will just get so angry and frustrated with him that you thump at him

yes, thump at him

He will be shocked by it at first, but then he'll laugh, putting his hands up defensively "Oooh. Didn't know I got'cha that mad, doll"

His smug ass will then make it his mission to make you thump much more often

Your sweet little bunny self actually being angry? That's wild to him. And he loves that angry part of you

He might be an asshole a lot of the times, but he can be sweet too

Sometimes he'll just come up behind you, putting his chin on your head and stroking your ears lovingly

He'll whisper to you how adorable you are and how much he loves you

And then he'll go about his day as if nothing happened

Such an ass, but he's your ass <33

[soloroomies]

You, Across The Street | (a Suna Rintarou fic)

・❥・Chapter one; Year One (A Crossed Path)

synopsis: At the age of five, you met the neighbor boy who lived just across the street, Suna Rintarou. As the years unfold, this story will chronicle the evolution of your friendship, year by year. But as life moves on and paths diverge, will it blossom into something more? Or will it remain a cherished bond between two childhood friends? “The lines between friendship and love often blur when you’ve known someone your entire life."

word count. 1.9k cw. childhood friends au, slow burn a/n. here we go the first chapter!! hope you all enjoy this!<3

Masterlist

You were five years old when your parents decided to move to a house closer to your father’s office. The warm summer sun bathed everything in a golden glow, and your sparkling eyes eagerly took in the new neighborhood through the opened car’s window. The gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers, adding to the homely feel of this new place. As you spotted a playground, a surge of excitement rushed through your tiny body. You bounced up and down in the car seat, pointing at the playground as the car passed it. Your mom turned her head from the driver’s seat, her smile as warm and bright as the morning itself. “You can play there tomorrow, honey. Today, we’ll tidy up our house and greet the neighbors.” You nodded enthusiastically.

The new house was bigger than your previous one. A small garden immediately caught your eye. The shrubs were neatly trimmed, the flowers came in different colors, and there was a small pond with fish. Your mother held your hand as you entered the house. Most of the stuff was already organized, with only a few boxes left to unpack. Your father picked them up from the car, which thankfully wasn't much.

Delighted, you ran around excitedly, exploring each room. But then, your mother called you over to the kitchen. You huffed as you walked to her, slouching and stomping your feet deliberately.

She was wrapping the daifuku your family would give to the neighbors as an introduction. She moved to a lower table in the living room so you could sit next to her and help. “Be nice and make new friends here, okay?” You frowned. “Why?” She smiled and pinched your cheek. 

“Well, I think we will be here for a long time.” 

“And when you have new friends, you can introduce them to your baby sis too!” said your mother, placing her hand on her round belly. 

She was nearing the end of her second trimester, and you were amazed at how her belly grew bigger each day. The idea of a little human coming out of your mother’s body fascinated you. She had explained that you were once in her belly too, which you found hard to believe. But how else could you be here? You couldn’t wait for your ‘baby sis’ to come out and prove it.

You clapped your hands. “Okay, Mama! I will invite baby sis to play with my new friends! Does that mean baby sis will come out soon?” 

Your mother laughed, “Yes, honey.”

As your father finished organizing the last box, you and your mother also finished wrapping up the gift. You all rested and warmed up to the new house. When the sun was set, you dressed up to introduce yourselves to the neighborhood. Your mother reminded you again  to behave just before you left. Frowning, you replied, “But I always behave, Mama!” 

“Sure you do, and I want you to keep it up,” she said with a smile.

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This was the third house you visited, located directly in front of your own. The two previous houses were the ones directly to your left and right. The night air had turned chilly, making you pull your jacket tighter around you. This house also had a garden, with a pond slightly larger than yours, though adorned with fewer flowers. The building was painted a muted brown, blending into the shadows of the evening. You were still observing your surroundings when a lady opened the door after your father rang the bell, the warm light from inside spilling out and casting a welcoming glow on the doorstep.

She smiled warmly at your family, and you noticed her belly was rounded like your mother’s. “Mama, she has a belly like you!” you exclaimed excitedly, pointing at her. 

Your mother was about to scold you for being rude but was interrupted by the lady. “Oh my, you’re the new neighbors right in front of us! Please come in!” she beamed. 

Inside, your family was greeted by the lady’s husband. As your mother placed the gift on the coffee table, they invited you to stay for a chat.

They introduced themselves to your family. The lady's name was Yuuko and her husband’s name was Makoto, with Suna as their surname. It turned out that Yuuko was indeed pregnant like your mother, and they had close due dates, which made them bond instantly. Makoto then announced he wanted to introduce someone to you. Your ears perked up. Who could it be? You looked at your parents, who smiled back at you. “Looks like you’ll have a new friend,” your mother said. You jumped to your feet, excited. Finally, a friend! The other two houses didn’t have kids your age, only older ones. The prospect of having a friend your age made you brighten up instantly.

As Makoto returned to the living room, he held a boy by his shoulders. He looked about your age, his expression stoic but his eyes beautiful and narrow. Looks like his mother, you thought. They stopped in front of you, who grinned happily. Usually, you weren’t confident with your peers, but the excitement of moving into a new house and your mother’s earlier encouragement made you feel braver. You stretched out your hand to introduce yourself. He looked at your hand for a while, unsure of what to do. His father was about to guide him when you abruptly took his hand and shook it enthusiastically. “This is how you introduce yourself to a friend!” you exclaimed. 

Confused, he stared at your joined hands. “A friend?” he asked. 

“Yes! I’m ___ and I will be your new friend!” you sang, still shaking his hand. 

He looked at his father, then back at you. “Okay. I’m Suna Rintarou. I’ve never had a friend,” he mumbled. 

You made an O with your mouth. “I’m so happy to be your first friend, then!”

After that, all of you gathered in the living room, chatting about the preschool you would soon attend. You bounced on your seat when you learned that Suna Rintarou went there too. He would be your school friend! You glanced at him happily. It seemed your mother was right; this place would be your home for a long time. Perhaps, this stoic boy would become more than just a schoolmate—maybe, just maybe, he would become your best friend. Your heart swelled with anticipation, and a smile spread across your face.

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It's been around two months since you moved in, and you found yourself adapting seamlessly to the new environment. Every morning, your mother would wake you up around 7 to take a shower and get dressed for preschool. You'd see your father briefly in the genkan, waving at him before he left for work. Then, you’d have breakfast at the kitchen table while your mother prepared your lunchbox.

An arrangement had been made between your mother and Yuuko. Yuuko would take you and Rintarou to preschool in the morning, while your mother would pick you both up afterward. Yuuko, like her husband, was an office worker, but her workday started later than usual, making her perfectly suited to drop you both off before heading to work. Your mother, a housewife, stayed at home most of the time, making it easy for her to pick you both up from preschool before the typical workday ended. The two women had grown close, their personalities clicking effortlessly. They were around the same age, had kids the same age (you and Rintarou, and also the soon-to-be-born children in their bellies).

Today was like any other day. Your mother took you to the Suna house, crossing the street. As you walked, the cooler temperatures of late autumn greeted you with a refreshing chill. Your mother had you wear a scarf to keep warm.

After ringing the bell once, the door opened quickly, revealing little Rintarou, already dressed to go. “Hello, Rin!” your mother cheered at him. “Where is your mother?”

“She’s upstairs, picking something,” he said, pointing inside the house.

“Well, I’ll leave ___ here then. Thank you!” Rintarou nodded at her.

Your mother kissed you on the cheek and walked back to your house. Rintarou took your hand and pulled you inside.

“Your hand is cold,” he commented.

You made a freezing noise and whined, “Well, of course! You’ll see, it’s gettin’ colder outside!”

He left you in the living room and went to his room. You were confused until he reappeared with two pairs of gloves. “That for me?” you asked, surprised.

“Yeah, you can wear these. But give them back to me after school,” he said, handing you a pair.

“Woah! Thanks, Rin!” you beamed, putting on the gloves.

“Whatever,” Rintarou huffed.

From the moment you got to know Rintarou, you thought he seemed more mature than you, even though you were the same age. Little did you know, his mother was always reminding him to be more thoughtful towards you. Both his mother and father wanted him to grow up to be a gentleman. His father taught him how to respect women. With a baby sister on the way, he needed to learn how to be a good little man in the family. Rintarou sometimes frowned at these instructions. You? You seemed like a normal kid, kind of rowdy, even. You often yelled at boys in the preschool, picked fights, and followed your favorite teacher around annoyingly. You were no different from the boys and definitely wilder than him. He sighed but obeyed his parents nonetheless.

Not long after, Yuuko came down from upstairs. 

“Hello, ___! Are you ready?” She greeted you warmly. You nodded, clutching the strap of your bag.

She put Rintarou’s lunch box in his bag and helped him put it on. Then, you walked to the car and took a seat in the back.

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After some sensory play in the playground, the kids were given free time to play by themselves. You were eager to try the yellow double slide with a bridge between them. Then, you saw Rintarou sitting in the sandbox and decided to invite him to join you.

“Rin! Let’s try that cool slide,” you said, grabbing his hand and pointing to the slide.

He contemplated for a second but then got up. “Okay.”

As you walked to the slide, you heard a commotion behind you. Turning around, you saw a group of boys from your class, laughing and pointing at you and Rintarou.

“Look at ‘em! Holding hands and all!”

“I bet they kiss when no one’s around!”

“Hey!” You moved forward, your face flushed with anger. “Stop it!”

“What? It’s true! You both always come together and hold hands,” one of them said while the others laughed.

“He’s my friend!” you said firmly.

While you argued, Rintarou stood behind you, puzzled and unsure how to respond. He knew for sure that you both never kissed. Isn’t that like an adult thing? Kids aren’t allowed to do that. He remembered how his parents always covered his eyes during kissing scenes of lovers on TV. He sometimes secretly caught his parents kissing, too. So, when adults like each other, they kiss? The thought of kissing you felt strange to him.

“Shut your damn mouth!”

Rintarou snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you say that.

“Bad word! She’s saying a bad word!”

You looked terrifying as you ran to chase the boys. Some girls cheered for you from the side, “Go, ___! Catch ‘em!”

The playground filled with noise—your annoyed screams, the boys' laughter, and the girls' cheering. Rintarou watched the whole debacle with raised eyebrows. You were something else. Why didn’t you just ignore those stupid boys? You’d been here for only two months, and his once tranquil life was already changing. He wondered how his life would be with you in the years to come.

[rafecameroncoke]

Tides of love

Summary: A forbidden romance brews between Rafe Cameron and reader, a local who knows the vibrant dynamics of the island.  As tensions rise and loyalties are tested, will love be enough to overcome the storms of their lives?

Warnings: None all fluff

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the beautiful obx. The sound of laughter mingled with the crash of the waves as the summer breeze swept through the air, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.

You were sprawled on the sand at the beach getting a nice tan, sipping a cold drink, watching as the Pogues surfed the waves, carefree and loud. Rafe Cameron, the golden boy of the Kooks, had always been a mystery to you. With his tousled hair and piercing blue eyes, he was a dangerous temptation, like a siren calling from the depths of the ocean.

You tried to ignore the flutter in your chest whenever he came around, but today felt different. As the sun dipped lower, Rafe appeared at the edge of your view, leaning against his black Jeep, a mix of bravado and vulnerability etched on his face. He glanced your way, and despite the rivalry between your friends and his, you couldn’t tear your gaze away. 

“Hey,” he called, his voice low and inviting, breaking the comfortable silence. “Hey,” you replied, trying to sound casual, though your heart raced. He walked over, hands shoved in his pockets, a slight smirk dancing on his lips. “You come out here often?” You raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. “Only when I want to enjoy the view,” you quipped, gesturing to the surrounding beauty. Rafe chuckled, his laughter surprisingly genuine. “I meant the beach, but I’ll take that as a compliment.”

You let the playful banter flow, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world around you faded. Days turned into weeks, and your chance encounters with Rafe became more frequent. Whether it was while you were running errands or grabbing coffee, he always seemed to appear, either by accident or design.

You found solace in those stolen moments, the way his eyes lit up when he caught you smiling, the way he leaned in just a little closer as if sharing a secret. One evening, the sky painted a breathtaking gradient of pinks and purples, you found yourselves alone on the beach again.

The laughter of the Pogues faded into the background, and an electric tension filled the air. “Why do you hang out with them?” Rafe asked suddenly, his tone serious. “They’re my friends,” you replied, confused by the sudden shift. “Why do you care?” you asked “Because they’re… different.” He looked away, frustration etched across his handsome features.

 “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” You leaned closer, the warmth of his body radiating towards you. “I can take care of myself, Rafe. I’ve seen how you live. You’re no stranger to chaos.” His eyes flickered with something—pain, vulnerability, or maybe even longing. “You don’t know half of it.”

In that moment, the barriers between your worlds felt insurmountable, yet the chemistry was undeniable. You reached out, your fingers brushing against his. The air crackled as his gaze locked onto yours, and the world around you faded into a blur. 

As summer progressed, the tension between your friends and Rafe’s began to boil over. The rivalry reached a breaking point, culminating in a confrontation that threatened to tear everything apart. You stood in the center, a tug-of-war between loyalty and desire, feeling the weight of their expectations on your shoulders.

“You can’t be serious about him,” your friend Sarah exclaimed, her incredulous expression piercing through your resolve. “He’s a Cameron!” Sarah says “Rafe is more than just his last name and is also your brother!,” you insisted, a hint of defiance in your voice. “He’s not like the others.” But deep down, you were terrified.

Rafe’s life was filled with unpredictability, and you could sense that darkness lurking beneath the surface. That night, you found yourself at the beach, needing to escape the chaos. The beach was your sanctuary, the stars above twinkling like tiny diamonds. Just as you took a sip from your drink, Rafe appeared, his silhouette dark against the glowing backdrop.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Hey,” you replied, your heart racing.“I heard about the argument. I’m sorry if I put you in a tough spot,” he continued, concern lacing his tone. You shook your head, taking a step closer to him. “You didn’t. I want to be with you, Rafe, despite everything.” His gaze softened, and he closed the space between you, his hands finding yours.

“Then let’s not let them dictate what we have.” As your lips met, the kiss was electric, filled with all the unspoken words and desires that you had both held back. The chaos around you faded into the background, and for the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

The end.

AHHH MY VERY FIRST FIC PLS LMK HOW YOU GUYS LIKE IT! 🥹🩵

[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s some positivity for autistic systems!

The intersection of plurality and autism is higher than many folks may think! Lots of systems out there find that they are both plural and autistic (our system included)! Autistic systems deserve to be uplifted, celebrated, and accepted into the plural community as they are with open arms. So here’s to all the autistic systems out there!

♾ Shoutout to systems identify as autigenic whose plurality manifested partially or fully as a result of their autism!

🌈 Shoutout to autistic systems with collective or individual special interests, or who sometimes develop new headmates due to their special interests!

✨ Shoutout to autistic systems who are sensory seeking, who stim often or seek out positive, pleasant, or intense sensations!

♾ Shoutout to autistic systems who struggle to express themselves and be understood properly by the people they interact and engage with!

🌈 Shoutout to autistic systems who are sensory avoidant, or who are harmed and distressed by certain sensations!

✨ Shoutout to autistic systems who are nonspeaking, nonverbal, or use AAC, sign language, communication cards, or other tools to effectively communicate!

♾ Shoutout to autistic systems with headmates who are symptom holders or who hold on to some of their particular autistic traits!

🌈 Shoutout to autistic systems who need help from caregivers internally or externally in order to live happy, healthy lives!

✨ Shoutout to autistic systems who often feel lonely and isolated, or who struggle to establish and maintain relationships, either inside or outside their system!

♾ Shoutout to autistic systems who have been traumatized by others in their life attempting to treat or cure their autism, ignoring their autism, or refusing to provide proper accommodations and accessibility!

🌈 Shoutout to systems who are questioning whether or not they are autistic or are aiming to one day self-diagnose!

✨ Shoutout to autistic systems who love their neurodiversity and have embraced it as a part of their collective identity!

♾ Shoutout to autistic systems who are often exhausted from masking their autism, their plurality, or both!

🌈 Shoutout to autistic systems who have unique ways of perceiving, understanding, and engaging with the world!

Autistic systems, you not only belong here in the plural community, but by being here you help make our spaces a better place! We hope that your future is filled with happy memories and pleasant experiences, and you find yourselves surrounded by people who care about you and want to support you! Know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with being yourself and expressing yourself in ways that bring you comfort and joy.

We love you, we’re rooting for you, and we’re wishing you the very best in all that you do! We hope that you can find the time to relax today and treat yourself and your system with gentleness and compassion. Thank you so much for reading, and have a wonderful day!

[inklesspen]

Like many of you, I didn't think this outcome was truly possible. I believed that enough people would pay attention to what's been happening these past several months, and do the right thing. I was wrong.

This is not a story. We will not win by blowing up the Death Star or by dropping the Ring into the fires of Mount Doom. We will not win in one single moment, but through a long twilight struggle.

From now on, every day we wake up is a win. Every time we stand up and say we will not be silenced and we will not ignore the suffering of others; that's a win. Every life we save, every right-wing policy we delay or frustrate or block, these are wins. And these wins will often be small, and they will often be conditional. We will have to keep defending them for the rest of our lives; this is not pleasant to hear, but it is the truth, and we must not shy away from the truth.

Remember the airplane rule: secure your own mask first before helping others, but do help others. We have to stand together. We cannot break ranks if we want to survive. And part of this is to know your own limits; everyone can do something, but nobody can spend their every moment in the fight. Manage yourself so that you can work for a better future without burning yourself up in the process.

The playbook from the first Trump administration is mostly still relevant. Many things will be different but more will be the same as they were. The general patterns by which we resist the authoritarian machine are still valid:

Do not obey in advance. Most of the power of authoritarianism is freely given. In times like these, individuals think ahead about what a more repressive government will want, and then offer themselves without being asked. A citizen who adapts in this way is teaching power what it can do. Make eye contact and small talk. This is not just polite. It is part of being a citizen and a responsible member of society. It is also a way to stay in touch with your surroundings, break down social barriers, and understand whom you should and should not trust. If we enter a culture of denunciation, you will want to know the psychological landscape of your daily life. Practice corporeal politics. Power wants your body softening in your chair and your emotions dissipating on the screen. Get outside. Put your body in unfamiliar places with unfamiliar people. Make new friends and march with them.

Dehumanization and scapegoating are weapons which only ever serve the enemy. Learn how to recognize these weapons when you see them, and speak out whenever they are employed, even if by someone who is supposedly on your side.

There will be people in your communities who have fought these battles before. Learn from their experiences; these lessons were often paid for in blood.

Learn about alternative ways to connect and communicate. Opsec isn't just a meme. Security is a set of tradeoffs; if you keep things secret, you will be safer from the authorities, but it will be harder for like-minded folks to find and join you. There is no one right opsec protocol for all situations. (In particular, Discord is not end-to-end encrypted; you will want to know about and be familiar with messaging platforms which are.)

Hope is hard work, but despair will kill you. Let us therefore resolve to set aside fear for courage. I love you. Take care of yourselves and your communities.

[vibratingskull]

Royal Arranged Marriage

I took @loge2718's idea (and cover) and ran with it.

ThrawnxF!reader

Resume: On your way to your wedding to consolidate political relationships for your Kingdom, pirates kidnapped you and sent you in a cage to the Chaos. Mysterious blue aliens with red eyes receive you with some enthusiasm, what fate awaits you here?

You sigh, your forehead resting on your knees, pressed against your chest. 

It is so cold here, so, so cold... 

You lost count of how often you were transferred from one ship to another after the seventh time. You lost count of all the “nights” you spent in that cage, of all the “meals” they gave you. You may have been missing for two weeks or three years... 

You just can’t say anymore... 

You blow hot air on your trembling hands in a faint hope to warm them up, observing the mist your breath produces rising towards the ceiling. Your dress is now in pieces, more rags than the exquisite garment it used to be. This wedding was supposed to bring stability and military support to your nation. 

Your kingdom is a rather little one, and you must play your cards smartly or it will get eaten up by neighboring forces. So your parents decided on a political marriage with a top hat of the region. 

You were on your way to join your future husband’s planet for the ceremony, counting the days until you could say “I do” to each other when slave traders or pirates attacked your ship, killed everyone, and took you in, locking you in an animal cage and barely treating you as a human being. You were then joined by other aliens in different cages. Some you could speak with, some you did not understand. 

All appeared female, and some looked so young too... 

This left little to no guess as to which kind of slavery you just ended up in...  

Your mind drifts back to your betrothed... How did he react to your disappearance? Did he send forces to your rescue? Is he worried for your life? 

You know he is... 

You met early in your childhood, your parents planned for you to fall in love with each other to marry you once you reach adulthood. And it worked. You love him with all your heart, he is a sensitive man with a lot of virtues and you know deep down your heart he is turning the galaxy upside down to find you... Right now, the memories of his hugs and tenderness are the only thing keeping you going, the mere hope to return in his arms one day is your only solace in this cold hangar. 

You reach out to The Force to sound your surroundings. You can feel your cellmates all around you but you focus on the door of the hangar. 

Usually, offering a Force-sensitive child to the Jedi temple is a high honor, especially for royal families, but at that time you were the only royal baby yet, so your parents kept you hidden from the magical monks. As a rather isolated small kingdom, few Jedi came to visit. When a delegation arrived one day, you were already considered too old to be trained, and they left without you. 

As a result, your grip on the Force is tenuous and your capacities are rather limited. They are just enough for you to notice living beings approaching the hangar’s door right now. 

“Someone’s coming!” You whisper to your cellmates. 

The news spreads to all the women like wildfire, and when the door finally opens to uncover your jailers, you are all bracing yourselves for whatever is coming for you. 

Those are not the pirates who captured you; they were humans, these are aliens with a weird clincking accent when they speak the trade language.  

You let them walk in the hangar towards the cell and reach out to the Force again to make the leader stumble. Whatever win you can get over those bastards! The small number of mates who have energy left laugh as they fall to the ground while the other barely raise their heads, rotting in their cells. 

Literally. 

When they visit it is either to give you cold food or to make sure there is no new corpse to collect. 

“Silence!” They bark back, jumping on their feet rapidly. The short embarrassment quickly disappeared into anger. “We reached our destination. It is time for you to put on your best smiles, ladies!” 

They open the cells and seize you to yank you out. You try to resist, but they are trained and well-fed, unlike you, and they pull you without breaking a sweat. They handcuff you all and put you in line. 

“Ah! This one did not make it!” You hear behind you. 

“Get rid of the corpse. You, take the rest of them to the second hangar. If you have time, scrub their faces clean, they look like pigs and... smell like them.” The leader orders. 

You turn your head away as you hear the sound of the corpse being dragged on the ground. 

You just can’t. 

You can’t look at another lifeless body... 

You are suddenly pushed forward. 

“Advance!” They bark. 

You and your remaining sisters of misfortune enter a small room. A female alien, or what you think is a female for that species (although you could be completely wrong), seizes your faces to scrub them with a wet sponge without any care or gentleness, so much she manages to block your nose with water. You have to cough the water out as she shoves you to the side to “clean” the next woman. 

When everyone is “cleaned,” they guide you to another hangar with their rifles, the implications for any escape attempt explicitly clear. The new hangar is considerably cleaner, and well lit; they put you in line and force you down on your knees, sitting on your ankles. 

You all remain still and silent, heads low in defeat, and after 10 or 15 agonizingly long minutes you feel a presence behind the large closed door.  

But this time, you feel new presences, people that aren’t part of the pirate crew... You sigh, your heart bleeding. These are your future procurers, you guess. 

You do not look up as the doors open. You do not have the strength to face your future torturers. You listen as the multiple steps come closer. Almost unwillingly, you tilt your head slightly to the side as you realize they speak a trade language you learned in your childhood. It isn’t widely spoken in your region, but you learned it for possible future diplomatic missions. 

You hear a displeased sniff. 

“They smell.” An accented but imperial voice says. 

“We reserve the showers for the crew.” The pirate leader responds with a snigger. 

“Warrior, did you feed them at all? They are skin and bones, all of them! Even their clothes are in pieces!” 

“VIP treatment was not in the price you paid. You paid us to gather them, nothing more, nothing less.” 

“We pay you high enough, I recall.” The elegant voice retorts, visibly displeased. 

After all, a visibly famished girl must not be sexually appetizing to clients... Or maybe she might, all tastes are in nature, unfortunately... 

“Do you have the blood samples?” The elegant voice demands. 

Someone snaps their fingers. 

“Here they are, my good sir.” The leader announces. 

You hear a box being opened, but your eyes remain on the floor, feeling the cold claiming you again. 

They keep walking, getting closer and closer. 

“Do you want to take a look at the merchandise or not?”  

A sigh resonates. 

“I guess...” 

You blink several times as your vision starts to double. Courtesy of malnourishment, you guess. You shake your head lightly to get a grip of yourself, and when you open your eyes again... 

A pair of shiny boots stands right before you. 

You freeze, keeping your head low, gulping, praying for them to go away. 

They kneel and a hand grips your chin, forcing your head up.  

You hesitantly look up and meet eye-to-eye. 

And gasp. 

In front of you stands a nearly perfect near-human alien, save for their shiny blue skin, sharp red eyes, and forehead ridges... You are accustomed to aliens and near-humans, but this one is new to you. 

And for a split, very short second, an expression of shock crosses their face before it hardens in a stern and cold mask, the only thing their eyes let peek through is cold intelligence and... disdain, mixed with some interest. 

“Where did you find this one?” They ask, shiny eyes darted on you. 

“Don’t remember. A pity, really... Maybe some Universes could help me find my memory back?” The pirate sniggers. 

In response, you hear the distinctive click of a gun. The alien holding your head slowly turns its head towards the pirate with sheer contempt. 

“Where?” They repeat slowly. 

“You have no humor, Mid Captain Samakro...” The pirate shrugs. 

“And you lack manners, Magris.” 

The aforenamed Magris sighs, lowering their shoulders. 

“We found her at the edge of the Chaos, in the lesser regions.” 

“And what of the name?” The denominated Samakro asks, his gaze turning back to you. 

“Don’t know, don’t care.” 

“I was not talking to you, Magris.” Samakro curtly bites. 

The pirate gruffs as you round up your eyes in surprise. Is he...? 

“I can see in your eyes you understand this language, woman. What is your name?” Samakro demands again. 

You gulp. 

“(Y/n)...” 

“What is the name of your species?”  

“Human...” 

He slightly squints at you, like he was deeply thinking while remaining deadly alert of everything around him. 

“Human.” He repeats lowly, his thumb coming to caress your lips softly. “Fascinating...” 

By revulsion, fear, and survival instincts you bite down his thumb. Hard. Until you can taste his blood in your mouth. 

The Mid Captain winces and takes out his thumb off your mouth. He observes his bloody thumb with an audible snarl. He seizes your face harshly and you close your eyes, ready to receive his fist in your face. 

Bracing yourself. 

But... 

You do not receive anything. No painful blow, no hard slap, nothing. You release your breath and reopen one of your eyes. Mid Captain Samakro is looking you up and down, squinting with some sort of... curiosity? 

“This one is promising.” He stands up. 

“Say, what this is all about? I do not remember you using alien slaves?” Magris asks with a laugh, not really caring for the guns still aimed at their back. 

“We pay you to gather them, nothing more, nothing less.” Samakro responds almost uninterested, “We will take this one.” He starts walking away. 

“And the others?” 

The Senior Captain stops to observe the rest of the women, hungry, dirty, and mostly terrified for their immediate survival. He considers them all gravely. 

“We will study their blood samples later, but we will take them too.” 

And he walks away without any other word or glance towards you all. 

So this is it? The end of your life and dreams?  

At the hands of alien pimps? Away from your loved ones? 

No... 

No! 

You will not end like that! 

You refuse that fate! 

You will find a way to escape their grasp and run into your betrothed’s embrace once again! 

You swear it. 

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Prince Mitth’ras’safis holds his chin, his red gaze analyzing the documents in front of him. 

He silently sighs. 

Once again, his Uncle, Blood Prince Mitth’urf’ianico, played his cards well. This paper is dripping with all the political fineness and delicate manipulation the older man learned through long years in the Syndicure. It was so insidious and each word was so well chosen anyone would fall for it. 

Anyone except Thrass. 

He resumes typing his own reports, deploying the entirety of his talents to counter each argument made by his uncle with the same fineness and refinement this very uncle taught him. He grins internally, Thurfian must regret teaching him so many tricks now! 

But it is necessary. 

Mitth’urf’ianico is once again trying to tarnish Prince Mitth’raw’nuruodo’s work and reputation, something Prince Thrass simply cannot tolerate! So he types as many reports as his uncle to smooth the angles and refine his brother’s image to the Crown and the public’s eyes.  

He is debating the use of a word, wondering if it delivered the right intent, when his comm rings. He takes and opens it to discover a report of the Mitth informant in the Springhawk. 

He scans the message, his eyes widening more and more until he jumps on his feet and runs out of his office. Several domestics have to jump out of the way of the sprinting Prince, running into the large manor’s corridors. 

“Thrawn!” He burst into his brother’s suite, “Did you hear?!” 

Prince’s Mitth’raw’nuruodo doesn’t react, or even flinch, at his door’s being swung open suddenly. Comfortably slouching on his expensive sofa, Thrawn is reading a book as he loves to do when he resides in the Mitth Manor during his leave, such as today.  

“If this is about politics, you know I did not, dear brother.” He responds, eyes fixed on his book, not even raising them. 

Thrass puts his comm right under his little brother’s nose, blocking his reading. Thrawn patiently takes the device to read what made his big brother so agitated, scrolling slowly as he analyzed the information. 

“The news arrived an instant ago! Can you imagine? Finally, we might see the first rays of sun in this endless dark night!” 

Thrawn remains mute, detailing the alien portrait like a profiler. Finally he hands the comm back nonchalantly. 

“Shouldn’t you wait for the medical tests’ results before getting your expectations up?” 

“Thrawn, imagine with me.” Thrass grabs Thrawn’s shoulders, dead serious. “She may be the answer to our anguish. The Ascendancy may be saved today!” 

Thrawn simply raises an eyebrow at his older bother before giving up and smiling tightly. 

“Alright. I will admit she appears promising. More than any alien we tested until now.” He confesses. 

Thrass smiles, feeling a new energy coursing in his veins. The Chiss population had been waiting for a solution for a long time now, worry and fear slowly seizing their throats as they approached the verge of collapse each passing day! 

“But that doesn't mean we are saved.” Thrawn finally adds, his face darkening, “Nor that we are in the right.” 

“There is no right and wrong in our situation, only options.” 

“I disagree. We are in an ethical dilemma, and I disagree with the direction we are heading toward.” 

“You dramatize, little brother. She may be the key to all of our problems.” 

“And what if you are right? Do we find her people and take them all? Enslave them? And what of the general populace? Do you think they will agree with that? Chiss aren’t easily moved, especially towards aliens.” 

“This is for politicians to decide. This isn’t your domain of expertise.” Thrass rationalizes. 

But in the back of his head, he knows Thrawn is right to question this entire situation. 

“I just wish the price to pay may not be too high.” Thrawn slouches back on his sofa, reopening his book. 

“The Ascendancy will prevail no matter what.” Thrass assures, as much to himself as to Thrawn. 

“Did the Crown decide on a potential spouse already?” Thrawn inquires nonchalantly. 

“A spouse?” Thrass asks taken aback. 

Thrawn frowns at him. 

“Do not tell me you all expected her to remain a prisoner? The least we could do is make an honorary Chiss citizen and wife.” 

“She is just an alien, Thrawn!” Thrass chuckles bitterly. 

“I thought she was ‘the answer to our anguish and key to all of our problems’ one minute ago?” Thrawn drily responds, “Doesn’t she deserve our deepest gratitude if she is?” 

“If she is. It remains to be tested.” Thrass hammers home, “But I suspect it was the plan... Surely.” 

“You ‘suspect’ it was?” Thrawn insist. 

‘’I am mostly sure of it. Eighty-five percent at the very least...’’ 

Thrawn looks at him dubiously but doesn’t add anything, and resumes his reading. 

‘’As you said, politics isn’t my domain. I trust you to make the right choice, my brother.’’ 

‘’Of course…’’ 

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess  @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin@ineedazeezee @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo @germie2037  @leo4242564@jennfir@davesrightshoe @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni 

[thebisexualdogdad]

John Constantine x male!reader x Zatanna Zatara headcanons

*Matt Ryan as Constantine and Jade Tailor as Zatanna*

● 3 magicians/occultists sure make for a hell of an interesting relationship

● traveling around the world keeping the paranormal and supernatural at bay

● and always enjoying a good drink at the end of the day

● or before noon if it's just that kind of day

● which it often is because exorcisms can take a lot out of you

● going to Zatanna's magic shows and proudly cheering her on from the front row

● and always volunteering yourselves when she asks for audience participation

● John still gets a kick whenever she cuts him half

● when you or John annoy Zatanna she just casually drops a spell to turn you guys into rabbits

● "what did we do this time??"

● "you guys ate my leftovers again that I clearly labeled were mine!"

● Zatanna also has to stop you and John from doing stupid shit like when you drunkenly dare each other to try on doctor fates helmet

● "come on Z we weren't really gonna do it… again"

● Zatanna is extremely protective of her boys

● you've seen a lot of scary demons in your day but none are more terrifying than Zatanna when you or John are in danger

● John taking you and Zatanna to punk shows

● Zatanna pushing John into a mosh pit as a joke but he actually had a blast

● "bloody hell loves did you see that! That was awesome!!"

● stealing John's trench coat to mess with him

● "I would be mad because no one touches my coat but damn do you look good in it"

● and then one time you did a spell to swap John's and Zatannas outfit

● John was loving it "I mean it's a little tight on the boys but my ass sure looks good" he says as he's proudly checking himself out

● you've been banned from pretty much every movie theater because of John talking during the movie

● "he's the killer it's so obvious" he says as he throws popcorn at the screen

● "how can I be disturbing the other guests when this movie is bloody garbage!" He yells as you three are being escorted out by the usher

● it's not uncommon for one of you to find your partners surrounded by old books

● "what are we dealing with this time?"

● "not sure yet but in the last month there's been four mysterious deaths in Louisiana that we need to go check out"

● "I'll call Abby to see if she and alec can meet up with us, maybe they've heard something"

● "not that bloke again, he smells like a damn swamp"

● "John..."

● taking turns on who gets to be in the middle when you sleep

● but John always has to be the little spoon

● he refuses to be anything but the little spoon especially after sex

● and damn is the sex good

● using spells to make sex last all night long

● along with magically enhanced sex toys

● like self binding scarves

● magical wax that alternates between being hot and cold for the ultimate temp play

● or John being able to feel you inside him while you're fucking Zatanna

● Zatanna chanting spells that makes your bed float into the air

● you and John are sure to keep Zatanna thoroughly satisfied

● and Zatanna knows her way around a strap whenever she's in the mood to top you two

● John loves it when he gets a good pounding from both you and Zatanna

● and he will happily take one of you in his mouth while the other rails his ass

● lots of adrenaline filled sex after jobs go wrong and one of you nearly dies

● and pulling over to the side of the road to have sex in your car mid road trip to your next job after two of you have been fooling around in the backseat or one of you teasing the driver from the passenger seat

● so much sex around your magical safehouse in Atlanta

● which occasionally results in the unleashing of evil spirits when you accidentally knock over an mystical artifact

● "Oh that could have been really bad"

● "yeah we really dodged a bullet there but can you get back to going down on me now"

[whiskeynwriting]

Dirty Words

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

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Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, sexting, dirty talk, mentions of sex, mentions of oral (m receiving), FWB → Relationship

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A/N: Short and sweet and based off of my sexy ass dream. Also, this gif was PERFECT

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It made him sad, but he understood. You didn’t have the same social battery, and try as you might, there’s nothing either of you can do about it. Contrary to popular belief, Ghost actually really loved going out, as long as it was with the right people. And the 141 boys were definitely the right people.

He’d really pleaded with you to go, and you thought it was genuinely sweet. What started out as nothing more than a fling has turned into a full-blown relationship, and surprisingly, Simon was the one to offer that. He saw how amazing you were and wanted to keep you all for himself. What initially attracted him to you was your body, your gorgeous curves and doll-like face. He found you entrancing. And although this is still very new for the two of you, he found himself falling endlessly into that spell. 

“Why not?”

“I’m tired, Si.” 

The boys were in a new city, and you’d managed to sneak along and meet them there. They’re each in their own hotel rooms for a couple nights, and you’d been able to join Simon in his. And while you staying with him was a secret, you being in the same city didn’t have to be. Call it a happy coincidence. 

“Please?” He asked so sweetly in that gruff and pleading tone, swooping you up in his arms. 

You’d been sitting on the bed, a smile bursting across your face when he lifted you up against him. Coming back from an easy debriefing, he found you laying in his bed, cuddled up in one of his shirts. It was late, after all, and he found himself wanting to rip that shirt from your body to see what was underneath. But he also wanted to go out, and knew he’d have an opportunity to take you tonight. After all, the boys didn’t often have the privilege of an outing like this. 

“I’ll be here when you get back, big man.” Giggling in his arms, you gave his clothed cheek a kiss. 

And after some convincing, he finally left. Maybe another night, you said. But as soon as he was gone, you found yourself missing him. And it’s not that you hadn’t these past few days, you just didn't feel like going out to a loud bar surrounded by nightlife. It just wasn’t your scene. But lord, was Simon your guy. Everything about him made you mad in the head and weak in the knees. You fucked the first night you met, surpsingly on one of the team’s rare outings. In the back of the club Soap chose to go to, Simon was taking every ounce of you. It was dirty and rough, fucking him in a club bathroom, but neither of you really paid attention to it. The energy between the two of you was palpable, and took only twenty minutes of conversation for you to get naked. And things only got better from there.

After getting the number to his cell back at base, you found yourselves talking constantly. He’d even been reprimanded for it once before. Meeting up was easy, especially when he was off the clock. In bathrooms, the back of cars, even once or twice at your apartment, anyplace that offered even the slightest semblance of privacy was open to your erotic endeavors. Hell, an alleyway has seen your naked ass.

Smirking, you roll over on the bed, reaching for your phone. The mere thought of Simon was more than enough to rile you up. 

What should you say? You don't want to be a bother, he’s out with his friends. But… you will be a tease.

The small buzz of his phone draws his attention away, taking a sip from his bottle before pulling it out. Glancing down, he swipes it open, only to be met with a picture of you. 

“Fuck me.” It’s said beneath his breath, and exhaled with a sigh. 

Both of your read receipts are on, and it makes your chest swell with pride to see him immediately take note of your message, even when out with friends. 

It wasn’t anything too crazy, just a picture of you in his shirt… with it pulled tightly around your waist. And your nipples might be a liiiiiiittle cold. But your not so crazy picture excites you enough to send another. 

Simon’s eyes widen, continuing to stare at the screen. Your big bad ghost was definitely a tits man, and you often took advantage of that. 

You’d decided to toss your shirt altogether, now squeezing your left breast with your free hand for a third pic. And then a special word pops on the screen, one usually reserved for when you’re using your mouth on him.

And then another picture, this time of you pinching your nipple.

“Oi, stop starin’ at your phone!” 

Snapping back to reality, Ghost’s eyes lift to Johnny’s, his drunken friend glaring in his direction. 

“Sorry, Johnny.” He grumbles, but he can’t bring himself to put it away. 

This time, a video is sent through. Lowering his volume, he presses play to see you spreading your legs, hand slithering down your bare belly. Raising his brows, he watches as you lower the camera, your free hand parting your delicate lips to reveal your glistening clitoris. 

“If I have to tell you again, I’m swingin’!” Soap insists, gesturing wildly into the air.

“You know Johnny,” Lifting his bottle, he downs the rest of his beer in one gulp. “I think I’m ready to go.”

“What?!”

“Yeah,” Standing, he nods, still staring down at his phone. Now, he’s typing. “Thinking of gettin’ a good night's sleep.

[4dkellysworld]

Self-realization vs derealization

I saw an ask @adadisciple about derealization and thought I'd add my 2 cents here as I have experienced derealization in the past and might be able to offer a bit more insight. I didn't want to reblog that ask for personal reasons and also the response is really long. Disclaimer: I am not a therapist either, my thoughts are based on personal experience alone so take whatever feels right and leave the rest. Also I can't speak from the perspective of full realization as I am not there yet but hopefully this helps in some way.

When I first found non-dualism, I also had similar concerns as someone who had experienced derealization, I thought: was this another thing that was going to induce it?

Let's start with the definition (thank you Google) for those reading who may be unclear:

Depersonalization/derealization disorder involves a persistent or recurring feeling of being detached from one's body or mental processes, like an outside observer of one's life (depersonalization), and/or a feeling of being detached from one's surroundings (derealization).

From personal (human/ego) experience, this condition is purely of the mind and body with blocked awareness (? not sure if this is correct terminology, I am not talking about pure awareness in this case but more mindfulness*) and is often just a symptom of another mental or physical condition/illness such as depression/anxiety etc. The mind and/or body are just completely detached however, there is clouded awareness (due to the mind/body) and you just feel like you are existing and floating around. You very much still feel a part of the world and identify as such (although feeling detached & disengaged) even if you have lost faith in everything you feel as real. It's sort of hard to put into words but if you have experienced derealization too, then hopefully you can relate and understand what I am getting at. When I experienced it, I didn't know of any truth. I just lost faith in the world and didn't know what was real anymore. So, I was completely checked out.

*Mindfulness is paying full attention to what is going on in you and outside you, moment by moment, without judgment. (thanks Google)

Ada made a really good distinction here (I suggest reading the full ask)**:

The point of this all was to let go of concepts, let go of believing in things, investigating their validity, experimenting. Disbelieving you are Vanessa and denial are not the same thing. Denial is when you deny reality to something you're already giving reality to. Disbelieving was meant as an experiment, you never thought yourselves to be anything but this body, what will happen if you did?

**Actually, re-reading that ask made me realize maybe a reblog of an exercise I recommended is not the best since it instructs denial of what ego believes to be real instead of disbelief and experimentation (eep, Vanessa is still learning and evolving!). See my edit on this post :)

Here is another relevant and helpful ask by 4dbarbie:

I don't teach to do anything to the 3D, not even deny it. Not seeing the world as it is, is an aversion to it. - Lester Levenson Your 3D is right and perfect, what you see is what you are so even if you're seeing what 'you' don't want, the 3D is not wrong in being what it is. Fearing it, trying to manipulate it, lying to yourself about it being something different - all useless and vain attempts. See it as it is and it will fix itself. And no, being delusional is not good, it leads you not to trust your own judgment OR senses. Which is not right, why shouldn't you? What is wrong with your vision? Being delusional from your ego self is really harmful, someone could be abusing you and you would go "i'm sure that's not right he loves me so much in my 4D!!!"

So lets clarify the distinction:

Derealization = denial of everything while still identifying as the ego (and the world as reality) although not wanting to => ego experiences confusion/chaos/mental condition/disorders

Self-realization = disbelief of current reality concepts => letting go of such concepts and quieting the mind => experiencing the true Self (the creator of the mind) => permanent identification with Self, not imaginary concepts (including the ego) => Knowing Reality, and therefore realizing full peace and freedom

Now let's move onto practicing non-dualism. The basis of the practice is let go of thoughts, quiet the mind and focus on being awareness/I AM. It is all about letting go, not denial.

From a non-dualist perspective, derealization is just another mental concept/creation. When the mind is completely silent (and sustained) and pure awareness is realized and embodied, when Self is your permanent identification, when you (Self) know you are not your body not Vanessa feeling dissassociated from mind & body or just intellectually knowing it from learning concepts (important distinction!), it is not derealization, in fact it is the only reality, the only truth.

I have experienced short moments of experiencing myself as the pure witness where the mind was completely quiet and those short moments felt so peaceful, whole and true. There were no feelings of derealization in that moment because there was no active mind then. Right now, I do think my ego feels a bit derealized at times but this is because I have not fully identified with Self yet and it is also because my sense and understanding of reality is in the process of being recalibrated on this journey. When this happens, I sit in silence and go back to the one truth 'I Am' and feel myself into it and everything else melts away. The more you do this, the more you will feel the truth and peace until it becomes permanent (when you realize Self).

But no one can give you the whole truth but yourself.

Lester: Yes. However, knowing what you're telling me helps one let go of that obstacle of intellectual knowledge. I prod you in this direction, don't I? I say: “Don't believe anything. Start from scratch. Build up your knowledge on the solid foundation of proof, step by step.” Everyone must do this. Q: You can't take someone else's experience? Lester: Right, you would be working on hearsay, on what they have said, and the only useful thing is that which you experience. I relate it to driving a car. If I say I know how to drive a car after reading a book that directs you to turn the key on, start the motor, shift into drive and step on the gas, do I know how to drive a car? No, not until I experience it can I drive a car. It's the same thing on the path; we must experience everything. We must, of course, adopt the attitude that what the Great Ones say is so, that they have experienced it. However, you must check it out and prove it for yourself. And the basic Truth is that there’s only one Reality; there's only one absolute Truth, and that is that this whole world or universe is nothing but God, but better than that, is nothing but my very own Self. God could be far away; He could be miles and miles away in cosmic space, but my very own Self is right here, is something I know about, is something I can perceive, it is my very own Self! So, using Self as God is far more practical than putting Him out there, putting Him apart from us. But each one must start from the bottom and prove this whole thing for himself. As the proofs come, the more they come the more we accept until we experience the whole thing. - Lester Levenson, Session 11: Meditation with Quest - Keys to Ultimate Freedom

"And the basic Truth is that there’s only one Reality; there's only one absolute Truth" I literally didn't even read this excerpt before sharing it (searched the book for the keyword 'proof' because I was looking for another excerpt) but came to the same conclusion after practicing and experiencing it for myself. And that is what you must do if you want the truth too. Experience and then decide for yourself.

This perceived and experienced knowledge is the only knowledge that does us any good. We can read everything on the subject, but it doesn’t help. Our life doesn’t change much, and it doesn’t because we don’t integrate the knowledge into our beingness through realization. Realized knowledge is nonintellectual, although the means we use are intellectual. We use our mind, we direct our mind toward the answer, but you will discover that the answer does not come from the mind. It comes from a place just behind the mind. It comes from the realm of knowingness, the realm of omniscience. By quieting the mind through stilling our thoughts, each and every one of us has access to this realm of knowingness. Then and there you realize, you make real. You know and you know that you know. - Lester Levenson, Session 6: Realization - Keys to Ultimate Freedom

If you want to understand more about the process of realizing Self, I recommend reading my 4dbarbie remix post. If you have already read it, reread it, maybe even read some of the referenced posts/asks and see if you get any new understanding. Or better yet, just sit in silence and stillness, quiet the mind and focus on 'I Am'.

I must emphasise that in non-duality, letting go of the ego is the basic foundation of practice as it is very much a journey of self-transformation (this is just another concept to help the ego understand, but you are always, have always been and always will be Self, you just do not see it as you are currently identified as the ego).

If you (the ego) are not willing to do that, then come back when you are ready. It is not up to anyone to convince you to adopt this practice and way of life.

[ladyxskywalker]

Home Again

Anakin Skywalker x OFC

enjoying a lazy summer morning with anakin, surrounded by nature, waking up in your hammock🌼

She looked towards the tree tops, where for a moment, she could breathe in all of the air’s stillness.

It was nearing the end of Summer time. A strange, in between period right before the start of the Fall season. The ocean waves were moving swiftly from the wind, the flow of current especially made bright from the rays of sun up above. Reflections of light, glistening off the surface of the water. A sailboat crossing underneath the belly of a bridge. 

And all you could think about was that you had been glad to have been with him.

Happy to have been here in this place that was full of green and golden.

The morning’s strange, and overwhelming purpose being sleeping in.

It was the calm of dawn that before you knew it, would turn into midday, catching up to you, quicker than you both thought. 

“Mm…”

Turning over in your hammock, he stirs himself awake, facing you there; smiling, with his eyes closed. Breathing in the purest kind of contentment, not bothering to say a word when you can’t stop yourself from kissing him. Rare and cherished moments that you both hold onto while you have each other to yourselves.

Everything changes. Things often move too fast…

“Hi…” you tell him, all bleary eyed. Waiting there beside him for the welcome feeling of his touch. The strong wrap around that comes from the heavy weight of his arms. And, the grateful sense of acceptance that you have with him everytime he pulls you in close.

“I like when you yawn and play with my hair, that’s how I know you’re home”. He says, smiling to himself. The tiny crinkles in his eyes, all at once, scrunching up. 

He hates them. 

You don’t. To the point where you can spot the spirit of an inner child in there somewhere, and all of his rough edges start to fall apart.

“You’re going to make me cry…” 

So you curl into his chest, as being bashful would ever be the proper excuse for hiding yourself. Tired eyes veering off toward the clear blue sky again; a bittersweet feeling making its careful way there into your chest, because deep down, you really don’t want to go.

“Don’t cry. You’re my pretty lady.”

The palm of his hand graces the small of your back, gently, and his need for kissing becomes quick, yet soft. You hold hands, and he laces your fingers together. A motion that brushes and eases into a wordless state of interlocking comfort.

Your limbs do the same. His other hand, kneading at your flesh. Enjoying all of you, and his favorite parts. It’s always the slowest and most beautiful form of expression and exploration. 

The brush of your noses, one swipe at a time back and forth - laughing at this kind of new, and intimate way of togetherness.

His touch begins to gradually roam, looking for the very end of your shirt. Pulling it up with a slight tug as a sign for you to take it off.

There’s no one else around, but for some reason, you don’t have a care in the world right now. 

More kissing, harder now. 

Loving enjoyment.

Your fingertips grazing the curve of his shoulder, then the span of his chest. 

Fine hairs slipping through your meandering touch all across one another where it matters.

His thumbs graze over you, pebbling your skin. Hips gliding more and more with every shift.

Your hands, wrapping round his neck. Weaving their way through all of his lightened waves of hair.

He loves it most when you cup his face, cradling it. Mirroring you almost perfectly when you relax into his patient hands. 

That by now, you know that he will take it from here. 

The rest, you sense, will be as amazing as you could ever imagine. 

…💌

thanks so much for reading 💫 this was a daydream that turned into fanfiction hope you enjoyed it ! xo

[winterrrnight]

sushi dates

PAIRING: drew starkey x gn!reader

SUMMARY: Drew has been very busy with his movie shoots which leads to a lack of time spent together. You both finally get a chance to go on a picnic together, which ends on a little heart to heart moment.

WARNINGS: n/a

EDITH SPEAKS: Drew is one of my current obsessions, like come on he's so beautiful 🫶🏻🥹 please like and/or reblog if you enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated! <3

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Drew has lately been so busy with his movie shootings, and it's been a struggle for the two of you to make out some time to spend with each other. As much as you love Drew and support his acting career, the lack of time spent together does make you sad.

But finally, Drew clears up time in his extremely busy schedule for you and him to do something just by yourself. On a sunny afternoon, you both decide to go for a picnic date which will include Drew's favorite thing on the planet: your homemade sushi.

And now, you and him are walking up a hill to reach the clearing at the top, where you both just intend to relax and take some time for yourselves.

"Bub you want me to hold that for you?" Drew asks, gesturing to the basket in your hand, which contains a plaid blanket, many boxes of your homemade sushi filled in it, an unopened bottle of wine, two glasses, and a few dessert items you bought to end the picnic on a sweet note.

"No it's okay, I'm fine," you smile at his kind gesture, and intertwine your empty hand with his. It takes you both a few more minutes to reach up at the top.

The scenery is breathtaking; the entire city is mapped out in front of you, and beautiful trees surround you and Drew. You two are the only people present at the top. The sun is shining on your heads, and a light breeze blows, rustling the leaves of the trees.

Drew takes the basket from your hand, pulls out the blanket from it and spreads it on the ground. You both sit down, and you take out the sushi from the basket.

"Oh my god these look so good bub," he says, the mere sight of the beautiful sushi rolls making him hungry.

"I hope you like their taste too," you joke, pulling out two pairs of chopsticks and handing one to him.

"Oh I know these will be amazing, they always are." He smiles at you, and gives you a small kiss on your head. You both dig into the sushi together, savoring each taste and wanting to go back for more after each bite.

"These are some of the best you've ever made," Drew says, his mouth full with the sushi. You can't help but laugh at how funny he sounds with his voice all muffled. Then you notice a few grains of rice on the right side of his lips which makes you laugh even more.

"What?" He says, swallowing the sushi.

"Nothing it's just," you reach out your thumb to his face and wipe off the rice, "you can be a messy eater at times."

"Whoops," he says, laughing. You don't remove your hand from his face, and move closer to him to cup the side of his cheek. Drew stops eating and you both find yourself just softly staring into each other's eyes, and it reminds you of why you're so in love with each other.

Things definitely got tough for you when Drew's career blew up and you both werent the same couple you used to be. Drew often has got to be at movie shoots, interviews and red carpets. You tag along with as many as you can, but at the end you have your own career to work for, which doesn't allow you to be with him as much as you wish.

But the love you both have created is too deep to be broken so easily. That's one of the best things about you too: you're extremely understanding to each other and if you can't be there for each other physically, you still make sure to remind the other about your love through calls and texts.

"I'm so sorry we aren't spending as much time as we did," Drew whispers. "You mean the whole world to me bubs, and it pains me to think I'm not there for you."

"Hey hey hey, it's nothing like that, you are always there for me," you assure him.

"No I'm not, I don't know what's been happening with you at your work lately, you used to give me regular updates about everything going on with you, and now I'm not there with you to listen to that. You used to tell me about everything that's been happening with your family, but again, I'm not there with you to listen to that. I don't want us to grow distant, if you won't be there I would be hella lost and-"

You cut his ramble off. "Drew, listen to me please." He stops speaking, and you take both of his hands in your own. "Yes, you haven't been able to be there for me to listen to my rants about my horrible days at work, but you're out there, working on your career - something which makes you, you. Acting is your life sweets, you can't just decide it's a burden between you and me, because it isn't. Every couple has there ups and downs, and yes, right now we may not be in the best position of our relationship, but in this very moment, it's just you, me and the beautiful nature. Why don't you take your mind off all the troubles and just enjoy what's happening at this very moment? You and me will be fine Drew, I'm not giving up on us this easily." You kiss his knuckles softly.

"I love you so much bubba, I really do. You mean the whole world to me." He leans his forehead against yours, and the small action makes your heart flutter. You press your lips against his softly.

"Okay, no more of this sappy shit," he says, making you laugh. "Tell me what's been going on at work lately."

"Oh you're not ready for this. So Lilith yesterday..."

And that's what it took; few hours of the afternoon for you and him and reform what you had before. You and Drew have something special, and the simple lack of time spent together for a few days can't break what you have.

[katsu28]

KAIT I LOVE U HI can i request Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment with Hangman please?

hi thank you for requesting ily!! in honor of glen becoming a dog dad here is jake becoming one too i hope you enjoy it <3 (part of me wanted to scrap this and rewrite but we are embracing difference today folks!)

baby's breath: a wholesome moment, jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.4k

Growing up on a ranch, Hangman was no stranger to animals of all kinds. He’d always wanted a dog of his own when he finally settled down somewhere, but never got one because of how often he was gone on deployment. After you came into his life and made it clear you were going to stay, he brought up the topic of wanting to adopt a dog together. Thankfully, you wholeheartedly and very excitedly agreed with him. 

It was a win-win for everyone; Hangman would finally get his furry friend, you’d have someone to keep you company while Hangman was away, and the lucky pup would find a forever home with two people ready to spoil the absolute shit out of them. 

That was how you ended up here at Top Pup, Miramar’s biggest animal shelter. 

Hangman had heard his fair share of loud things before—jet engines, gale force winds, Rooster after a few too many beers—but he wasn’t expecting an animal shelter to be this…well, loud. He could hear the barking echoing off the walls of the place as soon as you both stepped inside, rattling and clanking of pens accompanying.

The woman at the front desk brought you out back to a wide pen lined with artificial turf, where dogs of all sizes roamed around interacting with other folks who’d had the same idea as yourselves today. 

As soon as you stepped into the fenced area, you were surrounded by dogs instantly, all of them nosing their way into the fray to get a sniff at a potential forever home. 

“Can we just adopt them all?” You asked, aiming a pout up at Jake as you tried your best to love on every single one of them. 

“I don’t think we have enough space for all of them, darlin’.” He chuckled, kneeling down next to you. A few of them left you to sniff at him and he welcomed them with open arms, giving a few chin scratches and rough pats that they thoroughly enjoyed. “How ‘bout we start with one and see how it goes, then we can talk about adding to the pack.” 

“You’re no fun.” You were only joking and Jake knew that.

He gave a playful shake of his head, grinning. “Bite me.” 

“C’mon girl, sic ‘em!” You joked towards the fluffy black dog currently enjoying your love, nodding in Jake’s direction. Her head tilted, tongue lolling out of her mouth and ears pricking up, but she made no move towards him. “You’re just a big ol’ sweetheart, aren’t you baby? Yes you are, I love you.”

Had you been paying a shred of attention to your boyfriend, you would’ve seen him snapping a quick photo for his not-so-secret album of pictures of you he scrolled through when he missed you whilst he was away. 

Time went by in a blur, and soon you lost track of how many dogs you’d met. They were all adorable and your earlier statement about wanting to adopt them all still stood, but none of them gave you that feeling—that zing that made you say ‘yes, this is the dog for us’. 

That was, until Jake caught your attention from across the yard. He was sitting cross-legged on the grass at the very corner of the yard, beaming at you as he waved you over. 

“Honey, come look at this little guy,” Jake called, excited. You ruffled the fur of the dog you were knelt next to one more time before making your way to where he was, spotting the tiniest pup you’d ever seen curled up on a pile of blankets a few feet away. “The lady said he and his four siblings had just been dropped at the door a few days ago, but the rest of ‘em have already been adopted. Said he’s been huddled away over here pretty much ever since. Didn’t even get a chance to give him a name yet.” 

The pup’s fur was a gorgeous white with cream markings on his face and ears and the same colored patches along his back, big dark eyes peering out at the two of you curiously. Jake put out a hand on the ground in front of you, making little kissy sounds to see if he’d show any interest. When all the puppy did was blink slowly, he kept his hand out, just in case. “He seems shy. I barely noticed him over here.” 

“Hi baby,” You cooed, taking a seat on the ground next to Jake. “You’re just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, little dude!” 

It took a little while for the puppy to warm up to the two of you, but you were more than happy to be patient. Eventually, he padded over to Jake on unsteady paws, sniffing at his outstretched hand tentatively. He was barely as long as his forearm. His little nose twitched a few times and then he promptly crawled into Jake’s lap, and you swore you could see your big tough boyfriend melt a little inside. 

You’d always talked about adopting a bigger dog—one Jake could rough-house with in the yard, one that would be able to protect you if need be when Jake wasn’t around. He’d told you about the dogs his family had when he was growing up, cattle herding dogs and big Shepherds that could (and did) knock his younger self to the ground. They were absolute sweethearts when it came to the family, he’d said, but loyal to a fault and wouldn’t hesitate to protect their loved ones. Kind of like Jake. 

Admittedly, you’d originally been leaning towards a larger dog too, but the tiny pup looked right at home comfortably nestled in Jake’s lap. This was the dog for you, and one look at Jake told you he was thinking the exact same thing. Soon enough, the paperwork had been filled out, adoption fee paid, and the pup was yours. 

A trip to the nearest pet store to grab everything you’d need proved too tiring for the little guy, who’d fallen in your arms before you had a chance to let him see what toys made his little ears perk up. Then you were home, settled on the floor of the living room in the pen Jake had set up next to the couch with your new furry little addition curled up on the floor between the two of you. He was awake now but still sleepy, trying to keep his head up to take in his new surroundings but starting to nod off again. 

“What should we name him?” Jake wondered aloud, tilting his head at you as his fingers scratched circles behind the pup’s ears. 

You shrugged, leaning back against the couch. “I dunno, throw some names at me.” 

“Uh…let’s see. How ‘bout Brisket?” 

“We get it, you’re from Texas,” You huffed, rolling your eyes playfully. Jake flicked your knee. You let your gaze fall on your pup, watching his eyes flutter shut the longer you stroked along his back. “You don’t look like a Brisket to me, my love.” 

“I thought I was your love?” 

“I can have two, can’t I?” 

“So long as that one doesn’t get any ideas,” Jake muttered, narrowing his eyes at the pup, who gave a tiny, tired growl. “Whoa, okay! Copy you loud and clear, big guy. No need to get all tough on me.”

“What about Fido?” 

“That’s so unoriginal. What are we, living in the 40’s?” 

“Snowball?” 

Jake fixed you to the spot with an unamused look. “I’m not naming our son Snowball. He’s gotta have a tough name. Something like…Turbo. Or Rambo. Bruiser!” 

You honestly didn’t really register the names he threw out, too focused on the first thing he’d said. “Our son? Does this mean we’re parents?” You asked softly, not able to fight the giddy grin working its way across your face. Jake slid a hand around the back of your neck, bringing you into the sweetest of kisses, fondness dripping like honey. 

“We’re parents, darlin’.” He repeated, smiling against your mouth. You suddenly flashed forward to the next time Jake would say those words, sometime far in the future with a baby of your own (human, not canine). It seemed so off in the distance, but you already knew in your heart it was something you both wanted eventually.

For now, you had all the love in the world to give your brand new fur baby.

“Parents of our yet to be named puppy.” 

“I still think Brisket is a solid option.” 

“We’ll workshop it.”

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