#that won't set off his sensory issues

[canisalbus]

Whenever someone says "This would kill a Victorian child." Or "This would kill a medieval peasant." I have to think about Machete. Would he... would he survive eating a Dorito?

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[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) LOVE BELT.

𝜗𝜚 BLUE LOCK VARIOUS: MYOSOTIS (FORGET ME NOT).

a/n: [fem!reader] AHHHHH FIRST BLLK POST!!!!! LASTEST FIXTATION!!!! hopefully not too ooc huhu, hope pt1-ers find pt2~

— characters: isagi, kunigami, nagi, reo

part two ! ♡ chigiri, rin, bachira

isagi yoichi ; love belt - jonghyun, yunha

ties your shoes for you!!!!! doesn't care if it holds back the group or how long it makes them stop for. double knot, never too tight (the occasional times my guy friends tie my laces i swear i lose circulation in my feet 😔).

embodiment of a beabadoobee song! hes such a sweetheart (apart from on the field) n' kisses you lightly on the corner of your lips or on your eyelid, holds you a little higher than your hip and hugs you with his arms supporting your back from beneath.

your mama loves him more than you do, i fear (ᵕ—ᴗ—) bro fr pulled up to your house with a rose for your mama and a mug for your dad, because who is he to pull up to his girlfriend's house without gifts for your parents? (with intentions of getting to know what they're like so the wedding goes smooth) how can you expect your mama not to fall for him after he offers to help wash the dishes?

learns all the little things you like, has a note on his phone with your fruit tea and coffee order. knows what type of materials you like, especially to the girls who have sensory issues 🫡. he always has you in mind, buying hoodies and shirts that not only he likes, but you like

in conclusion, spectacular gimme 14 more of em'

kunigami rensuke ; no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

ALWAYS THE FIRST TO INITIATE. always plans dates first. has anniversary ideas months prior. he has your order memorized and makes sure the date won't ruin your latest set of nails.

holds your leg when you bounce it ! very worried when you do. always looks around for a little. is it cold? are there weird guys?

he's so boyfriend i just wanna kiss him, tells you to wear whatever you want because he can fight (#needthat)! kunigami one of the most boyfriend in the show pre wildcard! ദ്ദി(•̀ ᴗ - ) ☆

do you guys know that trend when there's a girl then her boyfriend comes in and swoops her away (or is it just me HELP hopefully i don't sound crazy)?? but he does it so effortlessly omg. didn’t spend that long in the gym for nothing

mornings are the hardest because his diligence and discipline for the gym are out of the roof. but he’s not completely heartless! kunigami feels really bad as you sleep uncomfortably without him, tossing and turning just missing the grasp that once held you. worst bit is when you wake up the same time as him, but you’re a lot sleepier, resulting in you weakly catching his wrist. breaks his heart whenever he has to go and presses a chaste kiss to your temple >3<

holds your waist on public transport. smells like axe body spray /hj

nagi seishirou ; no one noticed - the marías

BLANKET HOG!!!!!! unfortunately, you're always cold because sometimes you can find yourself freezing your toes off in the middle of the night because this little sloth feeds off warmth. if not wrapping the entire blanket around himself, is practically on top of you with his nose nestled in the crook of your neck and his lips basically on your collarbone as you run your hands through white locks (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

fiddles with the hem of your shirt or loose drawstrings on your pants. his hand in the pocket nearest to your butt, fidgets with your rings and knows which ones go on which finger by heart.

very very very immersed when you paint your nails or get them done. but nagi takes a good 5 minutes to stare at them (especially if there's charms on them) and a girl would be confused. but in reality, he just really likes them (but, he'd prefer if they'd run through his hair instead).

doesn't get the stuff on tall shelves on purpose SUPER SENIOR ALERT WEE WOO WEEWOO!!!!!!! either because its "too much of a hassle" or because he wants to get a reaction out of you (cruel)

falls asleep in movies sooo quickly its adorable. 30 minutes into the movie his head is on your shoulder. scared, due to his tall nature that he'd get neck pain when he wakes up, you have to gently pat him awake (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ and he'll ask you to carry him (???)

reo mikage ; love maze - BTS

zip up your jackets, wraps your scarves. holds your hands when your cold and rubs them with his!!!!

reo's favourite place to kiss you is your hand. craves the intimacy of it all. as his princess what the hell are you doing without a kiss to your hand before every door you open? (you don't remember the last time you opened a door before you started dating reo)

apart from the soccer club, most likely plays in a band as well. occasional school-related gigs here and there and a few enjoyable get-togethers with his friends to just play whatever. watch his performances! (SOOO cheesy!!!! says "this is for you, [name]" before he starts his pasilyo cover.)

cooks' breakfast on hard weeks. when everything seems to be falling apart, your boyfriend will always be there to help you pick up the pieces, even if it's just the little things. when you're sick GYATT DAHH will you be feeling better in days!!!!! he'll keep distance but won't hesitate to move a strand of hair from your mouth as he spoon feeds you or place the back of his hand on your forehead. but also, doesn't mind being sick if it meant you were ok.

promise rings promise rings promise rings. did i mention promise rings? its either the crazy big, expensive diamond or a simple one in silver that has his initial on the inside <33

[kining-the-evil]

May I request a yandere house, Wilson, and chase (separate) with a fem autistic reader, please?

Yandere!House MD Characters with an Autistic Darling

Summary: Will include headcanons for Chase, House, and Wilson

Warnings: Yandere themes, mental manipulation, emotional abuse, slight frustration with reader by chase, autistic!reader. I kept it gender neutral.

Reminder, everyone with autistic is different and certain aspects are more visible in some and less in others.

Taglist: @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @flowercrowns-goodvibes

House MD master list All Master lists

House:

This man is so goddamn autistic.

Anything you do that may seem weird or off to others he doesn't even think twice about.

You're overwhelmed by everything around you? Here, he brought your noise canceling headphones.

You don't want to go to a social gathering? Perfect, neither did he.

You're blunt and to the point? He's never offended by it.

Depending on what your special intrest is it will be a 50/50 chance that he will be supportive.

If it's something he can find intrest in, you both will obsess over it together.

But if he finds it stupid/a waste of time be ready to get berated for it. House will make sure to let you know how he feels about it.

But if you ever get in an argument, are upset with him, or anything else he will buy something to do with your special intrest as a way to bribe you.

If his yandere tendencies are at the point of kidnaping he would do his best to abide by any rituals and sensory issues you have, but he still thinks about his own first.

Wilson

Wilson has been dealing with house for years, so he doesn't have many issues really.

Everything in the house is in a way he knows you like. furniture with textures you can't stand are gone, he makes sure to stock plenty of your favorite foods with the right brands, if you need any extra sensory things (like a sensory swing) he's buying it and setting it up in the house.

He would love anything your special intrest may be, not matter how weird or creepy it might be.

Wilsom will listen to you for hours about whatever it is you're interested in. He basically learns as much about it as you do because you just reread facts to him about it.

Wilson would infantize you a bit, which will be frustrating.

He's a natural caregiver, so he wants to take care of you. And seeing you have something that can make life more challenging will make him want to take care of you even more.

It doesn't help that him as a yandere is very underhandedly manipulative. Twisting his words to confuse you.

Chase

Chase has the least experience in this department.

I think he would underestimate just what it's like to be with someone who has autism, leaving him unprepared.

He doesn't get why you refuse to use a specific blanket, or why you won't eat your favorite food just because it's a different brand.

Chase is an argumentative and controlling yandere, so he may see them as you just being disobedient at first.

It would take a few breakdowns on your part for him to realize just how much these things effect you.

He would try to be more understanding, but he slips up a lot.

One thing he will push you to a lot would be social situations.

He wants that picture perfect relationship, which includes you going to stuff with him.

He does try to give you forewarning about events and some alone time before and after, but if you embarrass him during you better be ready to deal with the yelling when you get home.

[disenchantingwrites]

Remus Lupin dating Reader w/ Sensory Issues HCs

Remus Lupin x Neurodivergent GN!Reader

A/N: seeing how well-received the James post was, i’ve decided to do it for more HP characters because I love being self-indulgent.

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Remus, being a werewolf and neurodivergent, definitely has sensory issues, so he can understand your plight.

With food, at first he thought you were picky with certain items.

it was when he saw you step away from him with one of his sweaters when you never had a problem with the others, rubbing your arms on your shirt that he realised it was maybe a sensory thing.

He definitely comes right out and just asks you about it, and immediately makes you feel comfortable by letting you know he understands. He experiences the same thing.

“I’ve got issues with sensory things too, love. Like Sirius had this one cologne, eugh, I threw it out.” “Oi! That was you, Moony?!” “Yes, piss off, Pads. Couldn't stand it.”

He always makes you feel relaxed in any room you’re in now that he knows. He asks questions about it, wanting to make sure he does anything he can to make you comfy.

He knows the foods you have issues with, he knows what items of clothing give you most issue, all of that.

There are overlaps between the both of your issues, which makes it easier for him to help, too.

If there’s ever a prank he thinks might trigger a meltdown or something similar, he’ll let you know, and he’ll make sure you avoid it.

“The boys are planning to dump sticky feathers onto a bunch of students by Myrtle’s bathroom around lunch, didn’t want you to get upset, so you should take—” “I know where to go, Rem. Thank you, though.”

The others think that Remus is telling you because he doesn't want you to get pranked, but then you’re caught in one, and they think they’re going to get scolded by him. Instead they find him hiding his laughter as you just glare at him.

It’s after that they ask him about it, and he tells them about your sensory issues, and his in more depth.

The boys are a lot more understanding because Remusnis super great at explaining, and now they make sure any pranks set for you won't mess with your sensory issues.

Of course there’s a few times with certain things you didn't know weren’t good sensory things, which have cause you to overload or meltdown.

Remus is always there to comfort you, making sure you know that he’s there whenever you’re ready. He tries a few calming techniques with you to see which one works the best, but ultimately lets you take the first move to him.

He let's you know what he needs, too, when he’s overwhelmed or otherwise, and you help each other out so much with your issues.

You know that even if you feel like you have no one who relates or can understand, Remus is always in your corner, and vice versa.

[2demondogs]

hello!! i haven’t seen anything saying you aren’t currently taking requests, so if you aren’t accepting requests and i just missed it feel free to ignore this

i really liked your autistic reader x javier oneshot! if you wouldn’t mind could you write something with hosea and an autistic reader?

it doesn’t need to be a one shot, i like headcanons too, so feel free to pick either one

thank you in advance (:

Hi! Thank uu!! I forgor to put my inbox status on my blog when I was setting it up whoopsie. Also I got your other ask as well, if people don't specify reader gender I always go with gender-neutral, so no worries! :D

I'm gonna go with headcanons so I can get it to you quicker bc I have a few fic requests rn :3

If we're being honest, Arthur is a little autistic (and Dutch is just unusual) so Hosea is no stranger to just accepting or brushing off weird sentences. "My teeth itch." Sure, why not? "That sound is driving me crazy." He can understand why if he squints.

Hosea isn't dismissive of your sensory issues, though. To him, his job as your partner is to keep you happy. If you're curled up together and his shirt texture is bothering you, he might not change it but he'll find something less abrasive to put between you. He won't wear it next time, but that's neither here nor there.

Speaking of... he's the perfect weighted blanket. He's tall, lean, and his weight is evenly distributed. Hosea usually prefers to be the one holding you, but there's something that heals inside him every time you insist he lays on you instead— and something that's flattered. Not much can put him into a truly restful sleep besides these evenings.

You have a trivia contest going on. It began one day as he was more or less mansplaining the benefits of an herb to you for idle conversation on the trail. You finished his sentence, and you've never stopped trying to one-up each other with increasingly specific and obscure factoids.

He likes listening to you ramble and infodump in general. Even if the connective tissue on your end of the conversation is unintelligible to him, Hosea doesn't mind. He likes to hear your stories, things you know, and yes, please, tell him what that cloud reminded you of and why it was a gruesome murder you read about in the paper last week. You keep him on his toes.

He pays attention to your stims. If you chew on things when you're anxious, he'll slide you a pack of toothpicks to gnaw on or a cigarette; if you fidget with your fingers often, he'll pocket a ring or a bracelet to gift to you; if you rock when you're feeling out of it, he'll know it's time to offer comfort. Silent things like these let you know he cares. It's not unlike how you can present your cheek to him and he'll kiss it out of habit, without really noticing he's doing it.

Hosea is used to being the most cunning in a room, so if you struggle with socializing, he barely notices it. He's also got the chivalrous gentleman mindset, so he'll naturally do next to everything for you to begin with: ordering food, buying a room, picking fights when people bother you. Wherever you don't feel confident, he picks up on it and steps in.

[baby--charchar]

Baby Vaggie + Snack Time

So like I've said, I see Vaggie as being autistic and think that would factor into her regression. She has exactly 4 (...3) safe foods that she'll always agree to, including pupusas, rice, chicken nuggets from a specific brand, and water. She's also probably food aversive in her bigger headspace, but she may try to hide that more since she'd be masking. As a baby not needing to mask, she has no qualms about saying 'no' to unwanted food.

'Saying' may be a strong word. She's nonverbal in babyspace, so "chuck the plate at the wall and run away" is probably more accurate.

It worries Lucifer. Honestly. He worries over vitamins, he worries over protein and fiber, he worries over whether he made her enough food to keep her full. Charlie's always been such a little foodie. Even regressed, she loves trying new things! He's never really had a loved one like Vaggie to look after, and he's scared he's doing it wrong. He's certain he's neglecting her by not giving her enough.

So he sets off to try to find more foods to offer little Vaggie! Fruit? ...no. Oatmeal? Yuck. Mac and cheese? Never. She either won't come near him if he's holding something for her to try, or she rips the plate out of his hands and slams it on the ground, making a huge disgusting mess. Not once does she bring herself to try anything.

He means well. He just wants to avoid upset tummies for her. But it's stressing her the fuck out. Every time she slips into babyspace, he wants to get her to try something new. But no!!! She hates all the foods!!! It gets to the point where Baby Vaggie starts throwing tantrums whenever she starts feeling hungry, just anticipating a fight.

Well no, see, NOW Lucifer fucked up. Now she won't even eat her safe foods if he's the one who makes it because she can't trust him. He feels just horrible.

Eventually he and Vaggie need to have a talk when she's not regressed, with Charlie mediating. With a really thorough explanation on sensory issues, plus some tough love, they're able to convince Lucifer that backing off with the food thing is how he can support Vaggie best. Not by forcing it.

He completely stops trying to force the food issue. He understands why it was harmful for Vaggie. But secretly...he doesn't actually feel BETTER. He's still so scared that Vaggie's not getting enough and that he's making her sick by underfeeding her. He thinks he just can't win as her caregiver. But he LISTENS to her and stops. And that matters the most to Vaggie.

One day, by chance, Baby Vaggie toddles over to the kitchen counter and starts messing around. Lucifer is so wrapped up in what he's doing that he doesn't notice her at first.

She found an apple pie. Cooled thankfully, so it won't burn her. But a big, beautiful baked pie he made to surprise Charlie later.

He looks over and there's Vaggie just having the time of her life destroying it. She loves the smell and the *SQUISH* of squeezing it in between her little fingers. He starts to react but...just gives up. It's too damn late to stop her. He sighs, feeling defeated.

But her laugh is pretty contagious. The goof ball's smeared pie everywhere. Across the counter, in her hair, on her pajamas. Kid's just a walking disaster and is having too much fun to realize it. He can't stay mad at her. In fact, he comes over to join in. He draws little pictures and scribbles in the muck with her, and makes silly "SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!" noises when he crushes the sliced apples on the counter. Vaggie cackles from all the energy.

Vaggie goes to wipe the drool off her lips with the back of her hand, and Lucifer notices she's smeared a big glop of syrup across her face. Across her mouth. Her little pink tongue just barely pokes out of her mouth in curiosity. Lucifer pauses and holds his breath.

She cringes and spits on the floor. Yuck.

But...the baby's tried it...! The baby tried some new food! Lucifer is delighted!

"OH you little sunshine! You little duckie, I'm so proud, you're so brave!" He goes on cooing at her until she's just sick of it. But! His babyest baby girl did a thing! Tried a new thing! On her own terms and in her own time! It's just one tiny little thing but it means the world to him because she means the world to him!

He starts brainstorming more food they can play with. More smearing! More sensory! More messes! More fun! Get his baby all the fun!!!

Charlie comes home and nearly faints at the sight of the kitchen, which is absolutely trashed. They're both walking disasters.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

if the mc had issues with disassociation how would the m6 help keep them grounded?

The Arcana HCs: M6 helping MC with disassociation

~ ah, the perfect opportunity for some fluffy headcanons. learning to live inside your own body full-time can be tricky and overwhelming, so have some comfort my dears! - brainrot ~

Julian

He's the type of person to completely fixate on something to the point of tuning everything else out, so he just assumes you're zoning out too at first

Until he spends more time with you and starts to realize that there's more going on

He takes a doctor's approach, figuring out different ways to measure how you're doing and help you ground

One of the ways he tests how disassociated you are is telling you an extravagant story and watching how you react. How long does it take for you to either play into or call him on his BS?

Cycles through different approaches recommended in medical research to find what works best to ground you

He's very good at guiding you through one minute meditations, gently placing a cool hand over your eyes and telling you to focus on your face, your jaw, your shoulders, etc

If he notices you're completely out of it in public, he'll make your excuses for you and guide you somewhere more private to check in on you

Asra

Safe touch. So much touch

They're pretty clued in to you, but Faust picks up on your state faster than you do most of the time. She'll alert Asra if they haven't noticed yet, sliding across your shoulders for a squeeze

He takes a very subtle approach to grounding you unless you're both alone

It'll mostly be pushing at your heart's bond, helping you find and hold onto a mental tether for your body while they hold your hand

If you're home or alone, he'll use some simple spells to make your surroundings more engaging, maybe some colorful whorls to watch or a glowing light to hold

They also like using their own body to engage you, to the extent that you're comfortable with it. They'll hold you to their heartbeat and give you their hands to squeeze and play with

They love zoning out too, so if you're in a good mental space they'll pull you into a pillow pile and spend the afternoon staring at the ceiling with you

Nadia

Being as perceptive as she is, she gets her own understanding of what's going on before you describe it to her

The way she sees it, it's like your mind kicks itself into a detached, dreamlike state while your body is still awake

Which saddens her, because she thinks your body is fantastic and you deserve to enjoy your life without anything in the way

If it's in public, she'll keep a sharp eye on you and run her hand along your arm, waiting for a good moment to ground you without pulling too much attention to you

In more private settings, she's much freer

She'll call attention to different parts of your body, the way she's holding your hands, the carpet under your feet, the perfumed oils she's holding under your nose

She does struggle a bit with feeling rejected at first, when she's talking to you and she watches the way your eyes grow distant

But she understands where you're coming from, and is always ready to guide you back to her where you belong

Muriel

He noticed you regularly dissociating right off the bat. It takes one to know one

Though he didn't really think to try helping you ground yourself until he saw Inanna responding the same way she does for him

He immediately recognized her behavioral patterns, the way she kept poking her cold, wet nose into your hands and face and leaning all of her warm, furry weight into you

If it's nice out, he'll take you on a walk through the woods and hand you a few light, sensory things to hold for him, like a feather or patch of moss or smooth rock

If it's better to stay in he'll invite you to make something with him, maybe basket weaving or wrapping a new grip on one of his tools

Won't let you carve or do anything involving a knife, just to be safe

Very good at reading whether being out of touch is actually a safe thing for you right now, and follows through accordingly

If you're in public then he'll take your hand and leave with you (he didn't really want to be there either)

Portia

She's the quickest to notice when you're not listening anymore, though at first she assumed it was because she wasn't interesting enough

Once she knows what's going on, she's always prepared and knows exactly what to do to make things easier for you to ground yourself

As observant as she is, she's not very confident in her abilities to actually ground you, but she'll be present and encouraging the whole time

If you're in public, she'll cover for you until she can get you somewhere safer and quieter

She'll make you feel cozy and safe - fuzzy blankets, a hot or cold drink depending on the weather, a music box to listen to, whatever stimulates your senses without being overwhelming

Pepi is so helpful. She'll climb on your lap, knead whatever she can reach, and purr as loudly as she can

Lots of hugs and hand holding

Lucio

He assumes it's perfectly normal

Shell shock, that's what all the medics on the field called it. If you want to spend the day staring at the wall, he'll just entertain himself until you're back to reality

When you apologize for being out of it all day he's surprised, and even more so when you tell him it's not an ideal thing to do

Very ready to help you ground yourself, but he's still working on his patience and shaking your shoulders while he tells you "alright, it's safe, you can come back now" doesn't work that well

Until Mercedes and Melchior get involved. They'll lick your face, push their furry bodies against you, and yip and whine until you're feeling better

Since they do so well, Lucio figures he can leave you in their capable paws and focus on keeping you safe instead

You two will eventually discover that sparring is a very effective method of grounding, and you'll end up doing that together every afternoon

[nbofvoid]

Dim Waters

Second prompt for @alterdnbweek!

Day 2 Prompts: Mermaid AU; Music

This one does have a description of someone drowning. It's not written from his perspective, but the one watching. Don't worry, no one dies.

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The creature that takes away the bad things is back. It's linked to the descending line like always. The spot of light that always comes with them glows on the sand below as bubbles rush to the surface.

Dream curves himself around. Twists to keep a sense on where it is as he stays far enough away to go unnoticed. It was pure luck that had him managing to untangle the last bit of the trappings that kills all of the sea animals before the creature came down, did the motions it always does to start with, and is now heading to the very end of that stretching line it always remains attached to.

He lingers in the area of darkness, watching as the creature moves slowly along the floor. The light waves across the it, searching for the bad things that choke and strangle and ruin things for all of them.

He struggles to keep his vocals minimal, delighted that this one is still coming down here, still collecting the things that don't belong. He's loved watching it for several shifts now and has taken it upon himself to help as he can.

Dream pauses. Glances down at his hands as the creature is working on collecting the pile of bad things Dream had been working on before it got down here. The harsh lines are digging into his hands, but, he can't get to the pile to put it there so it's taken away. He... might have to hang onto this one since he doesn't want to scare away the nice creature. He's seen them retreat early when the sharks start coming in after a different creature died somewhere.

Or...

He rolls, pushing himself toward the surface line. It's a metal thing with holes running along the whole thing. The line attached to the creature is here too, wrapped around through one of said holes. He carefully winds the harsh lines through the one right above it, hoping it is secure enough that he won't have to work with it more. He never likes being around them. The only reason he even took care of this one is because it was causing a lot of issues in the spot it was located.

Something shifts through the currents, his feelers tingling with the suddenness of it. He twists around. A small call to try and figure out what is going on, but there's nothing. Just the currents shifting around in a way that set off his feelers.

At least the harsh lines are staying put n the surface line.

Dream pushes back, still tense as the shifting doesn't go away, but wanting to get back to watching the nice creature. It shouldn't be anything.

He pauses just as he is close enough to spot the creature again. Twisting around to find what just came into his sensory range. It feels... Large. But it's not something he recognizes the shape of. Can't even fully tell where it might be coming from because it's so off-

A giant thing rushes through the current. Barreling right at him and he barely darts out of the way before it can hit him. His gills flutter. Pushing water through them as his chest pounds. That was way to close. He was almost hit by that and who knows what would have happened if he was hit. The currents are ripping closer to the shallows after all.

He looks back down to the floor, sinking back to the shadows to keep watching, but...

The nice creature is too still. It's floating there, bubbles rolling out around them and drifting with the lower currents. Drifting farther than it should be.

Dream doesn't even realize he's swimming closer until he's at the line the creature attaches to the surface one. It's broken. Ragged and that bundle of things must have run over it. Snapped it.

He wraps his hands around it, tugging it closer to him slowly because it is still not moving. It is still and the bubbles keep coming out for no obvious reason.

There's a thing floating next to the creature as Dream holds them close to himself. It's where the bubbles are coming from and he's pretty sure the creature usually has it in their mouth rather than floating next to them. Did that bundle of things also hit the creature? Actually... Yes. Yes it did. He can smell faint blood.

Nothing is closing in on them yet but he has to keep them safe. Has to make sure they are alright. He does his best to get the floating thing into its mouth, hoping it is enough to keep them alive while getting them back to the surface line. They should be safe if he can get them there.

His tail beats as hard as he can, calling as much as he can, but he can't sense the surface line anymore. He knows that it has to be somewhere nearby. It has to be because it never vanishes while the creature is still under the surface. But it's not here.

He turns to the surface, clutching the creature to him as he rushes up. His head breaks the surface and-

Oh. That's... a really big storm overhead. That's probably why the currents where acting off.

Still, Dream looks around, eyelids flushing over his eyes as he tries to spot the thing that has to match the shadow he always sees on the surface above the surface line. There's nothing though. Absolutely nothing and the waves keeps breaking over their heads. He can feel the stuttering of the creature chest as it starts shaking, jolting in harsh jerks, but the water keeps making the whole thing start over again. He's not going to be able to find that thing and keep it safe.

There might be a spot he can take them that is protected from the storm, though.

He fumbles with the thing that makes the bubbles. Pushing it back into it's mouth before diving back under. It might not be the best, but this is safer for them both while the storm is raging above them.

Dream clutches it as close to himself as he can while still being able to move. Calls out because the currents are so weird right now and he needs all the help he can get to navigate to the place he's thinking of.

The creature is still shaking in his grip. Bubbles sputtering against Dream as he rushes them through the water. He's not sure if that's good or not.

The water become shallower. Sloping up toward the surface. He brushes along that edge, senses as wide as he can get them as he tries to locate what he's looking for. It has to be here. Please don't let him be too far from the entrance. He doesn't want to lose this nice creature who is always helping to clean his home.

It comes into range, barely a tailspan away and he almost loses his grip on the creature as relief floods him. He tightens his grip and shoves them through the cave entrance. It's not a long cave and he surfaces in a still pool with ledges of stone around it. There's another cave on those stones - one he's been told leads to somewhere on the dry sands - and another hole that he can see the raging storm out of. The stone covers most of the area, though and he is certain the creature will be alright. Hopefully.

Dream beaches himself, tugging it out of the water next to him. It's something of a struggle. Heavier in the open air than under the water, but he manages to get it out and rolled onto the stone ledge. He tugs the piece in their mouth out again - it seemed to be better when he'd first surfaced for the brief periods the waves weren't crashing over them and Bad's mentioned that other ones who wear the same things seem to take that part out as soon as they reach the surface.

He slips back into the water - gills burning as he does as he finally breathes. How long had he even been out of the water? - and perches close by to watch. nothing has followed them into the cave area which is good. It means he can put more focus on watching over the nice creature as their chest stutters, jerks and a strange, harsh sound forces out of their mouth.

They turn, curled on their side facing Dream as water spews from their mouth - didn't bad also mention water is bad for them to inhale? shit - and shake with each spew. He hesitates, not sure how the social interactions with these creatures work, but his chest aches enough he runs a hand through the tangled mess of feelers along their head.

It doesn't seem to help at all. They are still dripping water from their mouth, still shaking and jerking as the strange noise keeps being made and what if he's just making this worse? Driving them to sensory overload by running his fingers through their feelers-

But the jerking slows. The water stops dripping so consistently from their mouth. Their body relaxes from the tense state it was in as all of that was happening. Dream hesitates for a moment before carefully placing a hand on their chest. it takes a moment and moving it a few times before he finds the solid thumping that should be there for anything that's alive.

he relaxes, dipping into the water further as he keeps running his fingers through their hair. It's, it's not what he would have wanted, but being able to be this close is something Dream never thought he would get. Something he though would always be out of reach because all the others always insisted getting close to one would be worse than trying to go too deep.

Yet this one has been working to collect the bad things that exist in his pod's territory. Has spent so many changings of the water for them to not have some kind of connection to the water. They are always putting in the effort to make the area better, to improve it, to clean it.

Dream adores them for it. wishes he could get up the nerve to actually approach them and it wasn't when they were almost dead. Wants to swim with them as they collect those bad things and maybe they could work together. Dream knows there's spots that are out of range for them. Others that he can get into but they struggle with. They could get so many spots cleaned further and there wouldn't be a need for that line limiting their movement. Dream would be able to find the surface line for them whenever they wanted to get back to the surface.

But the stories about how the surface creatures will kill and eat them are driven into all of their heads growing up.

He props his chin on the stone ledge, watching as the other rests. Their chest lifts with every inhale they take - it's so weird watching a surface creature breathe. Gills would be better - and there is not a hint of discomfort as he keeps running his fingers through their feelers.

His body is heavy and they are somewhere safe. Dream can take the chance to rest, though he won't sleep. He doesn't want to risk them waking to see him and freaking out. He just wants to make sure they are safe while the storm is raging outside.

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Techno is aware of something running through his hair as he struggles to catch his breath. His lungs are burning, aching from hacking up the saltwater now puddled under his head. The fingers keep catching on tangles and knots, but move gently around them. It's soft enough that he's tempted to let darkness reclaim him. He's out of the water now, can breath, and the storm is still raging but he can't feel the rain hitting him.

It's so tempting and he can't really fight it. Not when his head, lungs, entire body aches with every movement he makes.

He mumbles something he thinks might be a 'thanks' but he can't focus enough to make sure. His eyes flutter a bit as his body further relaxes against the stone beneath him and the face in front of his is pretty. Large green eyes in a delicate looking face. Fluttering gills on the sides of their neck. Fin spines poking through what's probably not hair that's plastered to their face and skin.

Techno's eyes close and the darkness closes around him again.

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AU Notes:

techno is a diver who's been working on cleaning as much of the ocean and beach as he can around his home. he does have someone who stays on the boat every time he goes down, but they didn't have the time to double check he was alright before the storm hit this time.

dream's been watching and helping techno clean the area up for several years, but the merfolk in this world have horror stories about surface folk so he's never actually interacted with techno beyond the plausibly deniable. does tend to stalk him, though.

techno did partly wake up the first time they broke the surface, but drowning and shock are both some pretty heavy things to experience. plus he might have a concussion.

Hope you enjoyed!

[foster-the-world]

I love

I love when I get to hang out with any of my kids one on one. We need to make concentrated efforts to do it more often. I'm home with baby boy all week while my husband took the girls to Cali to see his parents/sister.

Baby boy is so much fun alone (as I've said a million times). We went to the Children's Museum and the MOMA kids art lab. Kids art lab was underwhelming but he enjoyed himself. Did a quick walk through of the art. He wasn't too impressed.

We had an indoor monkey bar system set up yesterday. It took the guys a lot longer then they planned. Last night I was regretting the choice. Felt a little too risky. I think I know how we can make it safer. Its supposed to be a part of his sensory diet. We used some funds we got when the DOE reimbursed for some OT costs.

Rebel was sick Thursday night. Thankfully fine all day Friday. Flew out very early on Saturday. His parents picked them up with masks and dropped them off at a hotel. They were supposed to go right to the cousins house and were scheduled to stay with his parents. I guess his parents were worried about the stomach bug. Which is understandable but I thought it was rude not too let my husband know beforehand. He got up at 4am to take two kids on a six hour flight by himself. He would have warned the girls they were expected to go isolate in a hotel room. Of course, my husband is a Saint and just went along with it. If my parents didn't see my girls for three months there is zero chance they would give up even one hour with them - sick or not. And they weren't even sick anymore. She never had a fever. Threw up 36 hours before. Anyway not my rodeo.

Baby boys ezcema is not good. His poor little cheeks. I guess its just the cold weather.

My own scalp is so, so, so itchy. Before the last month I've never in my life had this problem. No dandruff just itchy/burning. Its not a super bad pain level but its nonstop. It keeps me awake at night. I'm assuming its related to the low iron and the hair loss. Not sure what to do. Trying shampoos right now. Probably need to do some kind of eating changes but not sure exactly what and also don't want to. My skin is also itchy but that's less persistent. The skin is also something I'm used to when the weather gets cold like this.

DOE is giving new options for baby boy since they can't find providers. I'm on the fence. It involves a different school. Its not far away, is an inclusive classroom (8 special ed kids, 8 gen ed), would include all providers (OT, PT and speech) , and would include free summer camp which also includes all providers. These are all big benefits. Its a fancy private school - which is not our vibe. I guess they reserve some DOE spots. I don't really want my poorly behaved (but o so sweet) black boy to be a scholarship kid (in essence) in a school full of rich white kids. In their defense I think by private school standards it is more diverse then most. I don't want my kids to grow up with kids who think spending $60K a year for school is normal. I think it just gives a view of the world I don't want them to have. But that's more of a concern for older grades. Not an issue for 4yo's. He can go back to our little public school for K. We need to figure out a place for providers and this maybe our best option. The free summer camp is a big draw. I need somewhere that can handle kids like him. One that is paid for and includes his services would be a huge win. They do swimming lessons and teach Spanish. He's actually picking up some Spanish vocabulary (numbers, colors, animals) so a place where that can grow would be great. DOE is setting up a tour after winter break. I'm sure its a very nice facility. Let's see how it goes. I won't hold my breathe until a solution is actually implemented.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Question, could I request the riddlers with s/o who has sensory issues? If you feel comfortable writing for it

Riddler Party x Reader With Sensory Issues

OH BOY, DO I... You came to the right place I have PLENTY of personal experience with sensory issues. Nightmare. Lots of Riddler parties lately! Seems like you guys LIKE them or something.

For those unaware, I'll be referencing sensory overload which is a common experience with neurodivergent people where certain sensations become Too Much and sets off an intensive reaction emotionally and/or physically. For example, me being autistic, when I personally experience overload I first get really irritable and uncomfortable which can quickly turn to hyperventilation/feeling like I cannot breath if i can't resolve/get away from the source of the overload. I tend to have issues with a bit of everything sensory wise, but it can be a little different for everyone with certain sensations being much more likely to trigger or be upsetting than it is for others.

TW: Ableism mention, self-harm relating to bad sensory issues

Gotham

Oh does he know all about it. He's the one who is definitely on spectrum and experiences the most outward symptoms. The worst for him is the sensations of bad touch and textures. Fortunately smell doesn't bother him much considering his old line of work. Yet if it's something that bothers you, he'll be happy to keep some coffee nearby! Coffee contains nitrogen, which helps neutralize odors. So it's a natural deodorizer! If.... If that's what bothers you.

The most sympathetic to sensory issues because he knows what it's like. He's also very aware of the consequences of too much turning into sensory overload. You'll notice a lot of his clothing is rather sleek, more of a silken or cotton texture. As a child he had this wool sweater his father would make him wear until Edward scratched himself to bleeding. Anything slightly itchy on his skin will send him over the fucking edge. Maybe you relate.

He will get overprotective about you getting set off. A little baggie of coffee beans, ready to cut the wiring on lights that are too bright, maybe even shoot someone not willing to turn the goddamn music down! Excuse me, this dish has x and that has a bad mouth feel so they NEED to take this back and remake it. If it's you, you deserve the fuss.

BTAS

Not related to sensory issues per say, but this is the man that would make the highest tier fidget gear for you. You can bet he would be equally attentive to satisfying sensory issue situations. Get ready for weighted blankets and a room that is basically a sensory cocoon for you to escape to when things get to be too much. It's not a devoid space, it's just a room set up for you that he'll never put air fresheners or candles in, it has some light sound proofing and it's own thermostat. He'll call it your "office."

He already modified most of his place to be adjustable at the drop of a hat, but now he polishes it off and gives you the remote. Dimmer type switches for all the lights in the house and you can shutter up the windows, too. He's ready to cater to whatever it is that irritates you in particular.

If you ever get a sensory overload in public, he's the one who will notice and quickly whisk you away to a quiet and safe spot to help you come down. Breathing exercises that he made sure to look up for you, hugging pressure if that's what you need and a soft voice to ground you.

60s

You are going to need to remind him a lot. It's not because he doesn't care or won't do anything for you, it's because a lot of his life is kind of nightmarish sensory-wise and he's just used to that level of chaos by now. He does everything big! Big lights, big sounds, you get it. Plus he doesn't really know a lot of neurodivergent people so it's not something he's actively aware or thinking of.

That being said, however, he's doing the equivalent of taking his jacket off so you can cross a puddle- but with sensory issues! "Oh! Pretty thing, do cover your ears, this might be loud." Mentally keeps a list of foods or ingredients that you don't like the texture of. Just in case he notices before you! Then he gets the bonus of being your knight in armor looking out for you.

If anyone were to be rude about it or uncompromising, he'd take it as a personal offense. Likely give them a witty riddle, a slight scare and then plots to ruin their day/life in the near future. No one is going to mess with you and get away with it.

Zero Year

Undiagnosed, but lowkey has the Tism. He's INCREDIBLY picky about the food he eats because of related sensory issues. It can't be too mushy, it can't be too grainy, it can't be too hard to chew- the list goes on. He's an expert at sending things back in restaurants if it bothers him, so he'll definitely do it for you.

Just know that at times he will be too self-involved and might unintentionally set you off before remembering last second. He'll be apologetic when he does it! Try to suck up and get back on your good side. Remember all the times he went out of his way to do NICE things for your sensory issues!

He will be downright obnoxious if someone else is setting off your sensory issues, however. Do you know the statistics of the population having sensory issues and YOU'RE playing loud music in your tiny shitty establishment? Do you know what that's like for someone who is sensitive to auditory issues? Maybe a little experiment is in order...

Do not ask what the experiment entails unless you want graphic details.

Arkham

Has sensory issues himself but would never admit there could be something "wrong" with him, so he downplays it a LOT as if it's just a regular experience. It's one of several reasons why his hideouts tend to lack the noise of other people. He also immensely dislikes physical touch unless he initiates it himself or it's you. So when you explain it, he's both understanding a little surprised.

Of course there's a name for it. There's a name for everything and he knew that- but also... knowing there's a phrasing to explain what he's been experiencing is enlightening to say the least. Considering this is the man that would make fidget rings and the like to keep you occupied if you also stim, he's going to try and be attentive to sensory stuff.

If it's something like aversion to his machinery noises, for example, while he's not going to stop making things... You find a set of noise-cancelling headphones waiting at the door when you enter the hideout. He won't stop specific behaviors of his for you, but he'll try to find ways of making it okay for you. Compromising! It's definitely showing his way of loving you since anyone else he'd tell them to fuck off if they didn't like how he lives his life.

Telltale

Don't take this the wrong way but at first, he's going to think you're just being overly sensitive/picky. Because you're his partner, he's not going to be intentionally rude about it. If something is bothering you, he'll try to take care of it. Whether it's a sound or smell or feel on your skin- He doesn't mind taking whatever steps to try and resolve it.

Likely he won't take it seriously until there's A) A sensory overload or B) You really have a conversation with him about why it's a big deal. Mentioning how it's not that different from his OCD triggers would be helpful here. Then he gets it.

His grand narcissism still effects his perception of other people's issues, even when it's the one he loves. Once he has the realization, however, he'll be getting on the ball and will torment anyone who doesn't take you seriously. What are your needs? He wants to have the full discussion. Because, whatever it is, he plans on you having it from now on.

2022

While it might not be sensory issues exactly, he knows the sensation of being mentally and physically overloaded in a way that could incapacitate you entirely. The moment you tell him, he's almost apologetic. Are you telling him because he did something that triggered your issues? No? Oh, thank god.

If it's related to touching, it'll be a little hard for him at first. He really wants to cuddle and be physically affectionate but he will respect your boundaries if it really bothers you. Otherwise, this guy is going to have the softest blankets and pillows for you to burrow in after a hard day. He can even lay on you or the blankets for a weighted component! Matching cozy sweaters and socks that are soft on your skin.

Sensory overload will scare the shit out of him the first time it happens. Such an intense reaction and you seem so distressed! Afterwards he'll be learning the signs that it could be starting with you and your triggers so that he can shut it down before it gets bad. He is not above murder to stop the trigger if need be. It's for his angel, after all!

[safetycar-restart]

which of the littles do you think you is the most picky. Can be with food, clothes or other things

Lando: he is the most picky when it comes to food. He won't eat his vegetables or any kind of fish so you have to chase after him and try to give him vitamins candy and fish oil without him noticing

Charles: you must pick out his clothes and dress him otherwise he refuses to wear clothes and let's just say you can tell when you're there to dress him and when you're not. (Sorry but he's lucky he's cute because he has no style ) Also he is very specific when it comes to fabric.

Pierre: must have the same matching pacifier and bottle otherwise it will be hell tantrums and meltdowns continuously

Anon 🦇

I had a whole answer typed out and then tumblr randomly quitted on me 😭 but I will persevere because I love littlespace asks they’re so cute and so soft.

LITTLE!LANDO:

Yeah food is absolutely what he’s pickiest about. It’s also very confusing because he’s picky about different types of food depending on how young he’s regressed to? So you can’t just have a couple different safe foods stocked at home because his safe foods always change.

I also think that a little!Lando’s food tantrums are self imposed? Like he knows that because of his big job, he has a diet he’s supposed to try and follow and he knows that eating right is important.

Even though Lando has already decided when he was in an adult headspace to allow himself cheat on his diet in littlespace, little!Lando does not follow this. Little!Lando is so scared of messing things up that he’ll try to force himself to stick to the diet plan even when the food makes him gag.

LITTLE!CHARLES;

Yeah he’s VERY specific about clothes and fabric. In fact there’s even some clothes of yours that you can’t wear because he doesn’t like how they feel when he hugs you.

To be honest, the entire processing of dressing himself when he regresses is an overwhelming sensory nightmare for little!Charles that he simply can’t handle himself.

Cause when he regresses, he’s in his adult clothes. So he needs to change off out of them. So he needs to take them off. And that whole process is sensory hell. His adult clothes are so uncomfy and they have buttons and zippers and it’s so confusing and he can’t do it!! He’ll end up just hitting himself to try and get the clothes off and crying his little heart out cause he so uncomfy.

And if by some miracle he gets those clothes off, then there’s the issue of choosing little clothes. Does he need a y shirt or sweater? Shorts or pants? Diaper or undies? Does he need socks? And what colours should he choose? He doesn’t know!!! It’s always so much fun when you pick for him or choose two options for him to pick between. But he can’t choose himself!!

LITTLE!PIERRE:

The interesting thing about Pierre is that even though he doesn’t regress very often or very young, there a still very specific things that must be done in a very specific way. It’s the rituals that he’s picky about.

Like the matching pacifier and bottle. Not only must they match, but you must pick two sets and let him choose between those sets. Then you must place a kiss on the pacifier before giving to him and then you must fill the bottle with warm milk. It must be done in this order and this must be the first thing you do once he’s regressed.

If you change the order even slightly, he’ll be all teary and unsettled for the rest of the day.

LITTLE!LOGAN:

Honestly Logan is a very easy little. He’s so happy and loves cuddles and attention and isn’t particular about food or clothes or anything.

However, he’s very picky about other littles. He does not like play dates. Not one bit. The moment another little is there, it’s like your sweet boy gets replaced with a fussy demon from hell.

(Except Oscar, Oscar can come)

LITTLE!ARTHUR:

For you, Arthur is a dream. You have no idea why other caregivers struggle with him so much (lorenzo has literally had to leave the room multiple times while caring for little!arthur because he just couldn’t do it).

Arthur regresses very young and he requires a lot of care, which is perfectly fine when he’s with you. With you there’s not one thing he’s picky about. He’ll drink anything you give him, take any bottle, wear any clothes, go through diaper changes with a smile, never complain about naps, etc. He’s the best little ever for you.

For anyone else though? He’s an absolute nightmare who will do anything besides cry and hit and ask for you.

[laylaackles]

Sensations (Jared Smut)

Warnings: smut, feather play, wax play, vibrator, sensory issues, slight sensory overload, cumming untouched, ice play, bondage, blindfold, red room, sir kink, use of safeword.

You were sitting in bed reading a book when you received a text from your husband Jared.

"I'll be home in 20 minutes. I expect you to greet me in the red room."

"Yes sir." You texted back.

25 minutes later, you found yourself blindfolded and tied to the bed in the center of the room. He had you bound by your wrists and ankles.

Through the years, your sex life with Jared has become more intense. He's been teaching you the art of the bdsm lifestyle. It took him a long time to open up about this side of him. He didn't want to scare you off.

"Tonight, I want to try some new things." Jared said.

Jared was soft and sweet outside of this room. But in here, he's in charge. This is his play time. But he won't push you too far. He never punishes you. No matter how much he might want to because of your brattyness.

"Bdsm isn't always about pain. It's about pleasure, too. But sometimes, it's about pleasurable pain." He said.

His voice was close. He was on the side of you.

"Do you know why I always blindfold you Y/n?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

"Because when I'm blindfold, my senses are heightened. I can't see, so I have to feel and hear."

"And what does that do?"

"It makes the sensations a lot better, and it allows me to enjoy."

"Correct. What's your color, sweetheart?" He asked.

"Green."

You and Jared use the traffic light system for safe words. Green is go, red, stop and yellow, slow down.

You heard Jared blow out some breath. Like he was blowing out a candle. Then, you felt something hot dripping down your stomach. Wax.

You hissed at first. It wasn't necessarily painful, but the wax was hot. It felt better once the wax hardened, which was almost instantly.

"How's that feel, baby?" He asked.

"Good sir."

"What does it feel like?"

"Feels hot. It burns a little, but it feels good." You said.

"How about this?"

He poured the hot wax right onto your nipple.

It was weird. It hurt a little bit more, but it still turned you on.

"Do the other one." You said.

"Dont get too demanding, Y/n."

"Sorry, sir. Could you please keep going?" You asked.

"Sure."

He poured the wax onto the other nipple. You wanted more wax, but you heard him set the candle down and grab something else.

Next thing you knew, your body was cold. Jared had placed an ice cube in his mouth and was trailing it along your body. He drew two lines down your stomach. One on each side of the wax line.

The sensation was different. It was nice. Your body was so hot from being turned on, and from the wax. The ice was cooling you down just as fast as it was turning you on.

The cube melted pretty fast, considering how hot your body was. You felt Jared move lower, then you felt the remaining bit of the ice cube be pushed in between your dripping folds.

It was cold, and it made your body jump.

"Color?" He checked.

"Green."

You'd never had an ice cube in that area before. It was definitely new, and you welcomed it.

"Have you ever cum untouched before Y/n?" He asked.

He knew the answer, but he still asked.

"No, sir."

"Well, today you're going to." He said.

The next thing you felt was something light and soft. It started on your neck, then it trailed down your body. A feather.

As the feather moved, the sensation was starting to change. You weren't as turned on anymore, and your body was starting to tense.

As the years have gone on, you've developed some sensory issues, and Jared is fully aware of it. He's helped calm you down after having sensory overloads.

You tried to relax and enjoy the feather, but you couldn't. It was too weird. It didn't feel good. Everytime it touched a new area on your body you tensed more. Your breathing started to become uneven and you began to panic.

"Red!" You said.

Jared immediately removed the feather from your body. Then he removed the blindfold. It took your eyes a second to adjust to the light, but once they did, he could tell by the look on your face that you were about to have a sensory overload.

"Hey, you're okay." He said.

He reached up to untie your hands.

Jared sat next to you on the bed. He reached for one of your hands and laced his fingers with yours. Then, with his free hand, he rubbed your body in all the places the feather had been.

Skin to skin always helped calm you down. Especially with Jared. He was always so patient with you. Once you had calmed down, he spoke.

"Wanna continue or stop for the night?"

"No more feather."

"No, no more feather."

"I wanna continue." You said.

"Okay."

Before he snapped back into dom mode, Jared leaned in and kissed you passionately. But he pulled away before you could get too into it.

He stood up and reached for your left hand. He tied it back up, then did the same to your right hand. Then he replaced the blindfold.

You didn't know what was going to come next. But if you were going to cum untouched, he was going to have to work you back up first. Which is exactly what he did.

You felt ice sliding down your body again. He used his mouth to guide the cube around. It started on your neck and then made its way down to your chest. The ice slipped over your left nipple, making it harden instantly. Then it slid over to your right nipple, hardening it as well.

The ice trailed down your stomach again in the same spots as before. He left the ice cube in the same spot as before, but this time, he grabbed another ice cube. He used this one to trail down your thighs and legs. Then he went back up to your breasts.

Jared placed the cube on your hardened nipple, then wrapped his mouth around your breast. This sensation was completely different. The contrast between the cold ice and the warmth of his mouth was like heaven.

You felt waves of ecstasy run through your body when he moved to your other nipple, copying his movements. He heard you let out a soft sigh and decided to kick things up a notch.

There wasn't much left to this ice cube, but he placed it with the other one that was mostly melted.

The next thing wasn't something you felt at first. It was something you heard. You heard buzzing. He had some sort of vibrator.

You expected it to use it on your clit, but he didn't. The first place it touched was your stomach. Just above your belly button. He drew a couple circles around your belly button.

Then the buzzing trailed upwards. He circled around each nipple before he actually touched the sensitive buds with the toy.

You felt your walls clench around nothing as a coil began to form in your stomach. It was so strange. You never thought you could cum from this. Hell, you still don't know if you can, but you'll definitely be close.

Jared continued to move the toy all around your body. He teased you a few times by letting it rest on your thighs. There were times where the toy was just barely touching your clit and your entrance. But he never let it actually touch your core.

"Please, sir." You begged.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Let me cum. Make me cum please."

"What do I need to do?"

"Talk to me sir." You said.

Jared's voice always pushed you over the edge, but the words he said were what really did it.

"You're mine." He said.

"Yours. Always yours." You sighed as the toy moved lower, just barely grazing your clit.

"Only I can do this stuff to you."

"Yes, sir. Only you."

Your breathing became heavier and more rapid. Jared watched as your chest rose with every breath you took.

"Nobody else can do this to you. Nobody else is allowed to make you cum untouched. Just me."

"Just you!" You cried out as the sensations washed over you.

Your walls clenched around nothing, and your skin flashed white, then flushed red as you came untouched. It was intense and new. You're not sure if you can do it again, but you wouldn't be opposed to trying. Not tonight, though.

You can't handle much more teasing. Your body is sensitive enough already.

You felt the bed dip as Jared sat down next to you.

"What do you want next doll?" He asked.

His voice was close to your ear when he spoke. You could feel him breathing against your neck. Then you felt his lips against your neck.

"Want me to fuck you?" He asked.

His kisses trailed down towards your chest.

"Yes, sir." You said.

"Say it." He said.

"I want you to fuck me sir. I want you to make me feel good. Please." You begged.

"Since you asked so nicely, I will."

You felt him stand up to remove his clothes, then he positioned his body over yours. Your legs were already spread open, thanks to the restraints, so he lined his hard cock up with your entrance.

You felt the tip of his cock slide into you, slightly stretching you open. Then he slowly pushed the rest of his length inside you.

The two of you sighed in unison as he bottomed out. It didn't matter how often the two of you did this. It always felt like it was the first time all over again.

As Jared pulled back and began thrusting, he spoke.

"See, most doms don't ask their partner what they want them to do. They just give, and the sub is expected to take."

His thrusts began to pick up their pace and intensity.

"In a sense, I give, and you take. But I'm different. I care. I want to know what you want me to do. I won't punish you for asking something of me. I won't be mad if you don't call me sir when you say something."

He pulled back until just the tip was in, like he always did. But this time, he slammed back into you with so much force. Your body scooted up on the bed, and the restraints tightened.

He pulled back and thrusted in like that again. This time, he hit your g spot.

"And that is why you'll never find a better dom. You'll never find someone who is as good as me. Who fulfills your needs like me."

"I want you to be satisfied. But I want you to be a good girl too." He continued.

"That's not a problem, though, is it? You'll never even want to look for someone else. Right? You'll be a good girl for only me. Right?"

Every time he said "right," he thrusted into you at a harder intensity.

"That's right, sir." You agreed.

"Good." He said.

Jared leaned down and pressed your lips to his in a sloppy, animalistic kiss. The two of you were growing closer to your orgasms by the second.

His words and the way he used your body were so hot. He's so good at making you feel good. No man has ever paid this much attention to you or been this much fun.

Jared knows exactly how to work your body. He knows what he's doing. And he knows that he is damn good at it.

Your breathing picked up again as Jared kept hitting your g-spot. You're  so close. And so is he. Jared's cock was throbbing inside of you as he pounded into your dripping entrance.

"Come on, doll. Cum with me." He said.

With a few more thrusts, you came hard around his cock as he came inside your aching pussy.

God, you're gonna be sore for days.

It's worth it, though.

Jared pulled out and then stood to remove the restraints and blindfold from your body.

After a nice warm bath, your body was finally clean of the wax and sweat, and the two of you settled into bed together.

"Jare?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I know I'm yours, but are you mine?" You asked.

"Always." He said.

LA<3

[jacks-little-jacky]

hiii i love ur writing! i recently got into bc and love this man,, was wondering if i could request jack and how he’d deal with a partner who experiences sensory overload easily fjdkkd

Sensory Overload | Jack the Ripper x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: mentions of sensory overload (who would have ever guessed?), Jack is a dumbass, this is sorted into two categories and the second one isn't as fluffy as the first, or fluffy at all, sorry

the way Jack can or cannot handle you is actually very dependant on you

Jack x Reader who knows their overloads and needs

ngl you would have to explain what is wrong with you because Jack's dumbass wouldn't get it

he doesn't really experience it himself so the entire concept is... weird to him, even if you explain it to him he'd be a little ignorant (not completely on purpose)

he takes it a lot more serious when he sees how upset you get or he sees you having an overload

tbh he is not the biggest help or safe space, this man is loud and touchy and likes loud, smelly places like bars and while he wouldn't force you to consume alcohol or anything you would have to bear activities like festivals and such with him

when you feel like it's too much you can just tell him and head out, he'd ask if he should leave you alone for a while or come with

when you're trapped in a crowd and you feel like you're experiencing an overload he'd hug you, pressing his hands/arms over your ears and pull you in closely to try and reduce all the stimulation from outside - kinda trying to get you to focus on him and maybe even reducing all the input by making you close your eyes and covering your ears (only if you're fine with it)

if you have specific fabrics you can't stand to feel or something he'd either be very careful with gifts in the clothing department or just get you other things he knows he can't mess up with

works out a code with you when you go nonverbal and distance yourself from of a situation that either gives him a sign that he's gonna go with you or if she should stay behind and let you have space - other people might think you're rude but Jack doesn't mind, you have your needs and he won't make you feel bad for tending to them

of course, the overloads sometimes come random, he'd try to ground you like mentioned earlier or bite the bullet and drag you out which might get him hit when your fight kicks in (he does not take it too personal)

Jack x Reader who can't handle their overloads

now, again, Jack is a dumbass, same reaction when you explain it to him

he doesn't know how to handle it either - he doesn't have these issues so he has trouble relating and figuring out how to help you

Jack is not your man in this one, I'm sorry - the man is somewhat insensitive and the fact you get easily overloaded would just make him "anxious" about his general behavior that is very loud and touchy

works for a while but neither of you gonna be happy, Jack feels like he is too much for you, much more his friends and weird ass hobbies

he is still somewhat of a brute so when you experience these overloads easily, to him it might come off like everything sets you off

he'd try for a while but I can't see it working out like that

[holding-monsters-hands]

Sspy with autistic reader? Those damn Frenchies got me frfr

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FRENCH PEOPLE?? ON MY BLOG?? /j

Spy with an autistic s/o

If you happen to have a hard time expressing emotions whether it be verbally or visibly, he won't know what to do with himself- usually his charm has people weak in the knees but you just gave him a blank stare!

However, if you're hyper-expressive or very emotional he will be sweeping you off your feet every chance he gets! Though either way he’ll still adore spoiling you with his affections.

He's quite good at keeping you grounded in stressful situations, just by pulling you to his chest and being surrounded by the calming scent of his cologne, he always ensures the smell is never overwhelming, and only brings the right amount of calm.

however he doesn't allow you to come in his smoking room unless he's thoroughly aired it out, it's not that he doesn't want you in there with him- he just thinks the smell would be too overwhelming on your senses and he doesn't wanna do that to you. :(

Do you have sensory issues with certain clothing fabrics? Not to worry my dear, he’ll find out what textures work best for you and have specially tailored clothes made just for you, that way you can feel comfy and fashionable!

He takes your feelings very seriously, and will adhere to absolutely any boundary or structure you set up for yourself for the sake of making your everyday just a bit easier.

Consider your interests to be his as well! He’ll use one of the many books in his library to read up on whatever fixation you may have, just so he is able to carry a discussion with you about it- and even better, it allows him to buy you extravagant gifts based on your interests!

You know those weighted plushies that can help with anxiety or just emotional grounding in general? He’ll get you as many as your heart desires, he will buy only the best for his beloved. ♡

[priestessofspiders]

My Son's Reflection Is Wrong

I have always been afraid of mirrors, ever since I was a young child. I knew it was irrational of course. I never was afraid when I would see my reflection in a puddle or on the darkened window of a shop as I walked down the street. It was specifically mirrors which made me uncomfortable. I always feared that I would see something other than myself looking back at me.

This explains why I was less than thrilled to find the large, antique silver mirror in the bedroom of the house I was renting. Were it my own place I would have thrown it out then and there, leaving it on the curb and relying solely upon the mirror in the modern and well-kept bathroom for all necessary reflective purposes. Alas, I didn't think my landlord would think too highly of his tenant tossing out expensive antique furniture, so I contented myself to simply move it into a spare room.

I had moved to the house for the simple reason that it was fairly cheap and I didn't have much other choice. My husband passed away earlier that year due to a heart condition, leaving me simultaneously a widow and solely responsible for the care of my son, Chester. Fortunately, my husband's life insurance policy turned out to be reasonably generous, but I still needed to downgrade our living situation if I was to take care of Chester without another source of income. Beyond the obvious fact that I have now been left to raise a child without the assistance of a spouse, there is another reason why I cannot supplement my funds by taking on a job; Chester is autistic.

I want to make it very clear, I'm not an "Autism Mom". I loathe the self-absorbed whiners who spend every spare second complaining about the immense burden of raising an autistic child, who bellyache endlessly about how difficult their lives are. I hate all the videos of exasperated parents recording their child's meltdown on camera, to show to all the world how difficult it is for them. I am disgusted whenever I see some selfish moron recommend ABA "therapy" to keep unruly autistic children's more unconventional behaviors in check. My son is not a cross to bear, not a weight on my shoulders. He is my child, and I love him.

I won't deny it can be difficult sometimes, but I can only imagine how hard it is for him. I find the terms "high functioning" and "low functioning" are relatively useless descriptors. Like most things in life, it is a tad more complicated than that. Chester is, generally speaking, nonverbal, and I've never known him to say more than 20 words in a single day. In addition, he tends to get overstimulated quite quickly from loud noises, and often flaps his hands as a form of stimming, especially when he is having some difficulty expressing what he wants. The only behavior of his which ever actually frustrates me is his elopement, which in the context of autism means that he has a tendency to wander off or run away whenever he feels stressed. We work around these traits, and I think generally I've been able to make life quite comfortable for him.

Chester has always shown quite an aptitude for reading and writing, despite his relatively young age of only 9 years old at the time we moved. When he needed something that cannot be articulated through gestures or single words, he would write it down on a whiteboard I've given him for this purpose. To help with his sensory issues regarding loud noises, I purchased a set of ear plugs for him, the same sort that one would wear at a gun range to prevent hearing loss. These generally aren't necessary within the confines of the house, but on those occasions when we do go out in public, I genuinely think they help him quite a bit.

Given his condition, combined with the relative isolation of our new rural home, it has been necessary to homeschool Chester, though that hasn't really been any sort of a problem. Before I got married I spent a few years teaching elementary school, so I already have the required skills. I've always believed in a somewhat more active approach to learning than some of my peers, and since our new home is located directly next to a forest, this was fairly easy to accomplish.

The house itself was rather old, built in the 1920s if my landlord was to be believed. While recently renovated to a more modern standard at some point in the preceding decades, it still has an air of oldness to it, something in the angles and general structure of the place. The main feature that seemed significantly out of place was the wrought iron fence that surrounded the house, a far cry from the traditional wooden fence I was used to from a life in the suburbs. There was no formal gate that led out to the forest behind the house, just a gap in the fencing with a small pile of rusting iron posts nearby. I never asked the landlord about it, but judging by a stump outside the boundaries of the backyard, I assumed a tree must have fallen down and damaged it.

Children don't want to sit still and be lectured, they want to be outside, to run around and be active. I'd always try to teach Chester his lessons in a way that connected to the forest. I'd lift up logs and show him all the squirming creatures underneath so I could teach him all the differences between them. I'd have him count the rings of a fallen tree and teach him about the things that happened in the tree's long and storied life. I know that sometimes he would get bored, while I do believe kids love learning, I'm not an idiot. I know that sometimes children just want to run and play, but I genuinely do believe he got more out of our lessons in the woods than he would have gotten from a traditional school environment.

Even outside of the context of Chester's lessons, we spent a lot of time in those woods, slipping out through the gap in the fence into the forest beyond. There was something so peaceful about that place, it felt remarkably untouched by the civilization that bordered it. I'm not sure exactly how far the forest extended, but it always seemed to go on forever, like if you just kept walking you could go the whole rest of your life surrounded by trees. I always kept a fairly close eye on Chester when we were out there. As much as I loved the place, I did often worry that he would simply run off, but there was never anything stressful enough in the woods to make him do so. The only real concern was to make sure he took of his shoes once he got back to the house, as otherwise he would track dirt inside, making quite the mess.

Things went on the way I described them for about a year after my husband's passing. In between my caring for Chester and all the mundane errands of modern life, I attended therapy and worked to move on from the loss. I began to make peace with the fact that he was gone. Chester and I celebrated his 10th birthday out in the woods, moving to the backyard once night fell so we could finish off the evening roasting hot dogs over the firepit while I read him some relatively tame ghost stories. Chester didn't like scary movies or violent video games, but gently spooky stories, the sort that send a pleasant chill down your spine, made him quite happy. I believe I was reading out The Mezzotint to him when we heard the music.

It was a soft, strange sound, a faint piping emanating out from the forest beyond, gentle yet eerie somehow. The faint notes reminded me of the sound of panpipes, but not quite. If I listened very closely, I could almost discern a faint drumming as well. Chester looked out into the darkness beyond the fire, flapping his hands gently. He didn't seem upset or scared, just faintly awestruck. "Fairies", I heard him whisper.

I felt somewhat uncomfortable as we both looked out into the blackness of the forest. The sound of crickets had died utterly as soon as the piping began, and we sat in silence, listening to that peculiar and otherworldly performance. It felt like something out of a dream, and I don't think it would be possible for me to recall the melody in any real detail. It was ephemeral somehow, slipping through the cracks of my memory like water through a sieve even as I listened.

At some point the music ceased, and the crickets returned to their chirping. I led Chester back inside and tucked him gently into bed. I've never been especially afraid of intruders, given how far away we were from any major population center, but that night I double checked that all the doors and windows in the house were firmly locked.

- - -

I didn't sleep well that night. I'll admit I'd still not gotten used to sleeping alone, and often had difficulty falling asleep, but this felt different somehow. It seemed that whenever I was close to finally falling unconscious, I'd see a shadow pass across the wall, or hear something just on the very edge of my perception, something that reminded me faintly of music. Whenever I'd jolt up in bed, looking or listening for what I thought had disturbed me, there was nothing there. At some point I must have finally fallen asleep, because found myself blinking out the daylight from my uncovered window, groggy and irritable. My skull throbbed with a terrible headache. My alarm clock hadn't gone off, it seemed to have become unplugged in the night. Possibly in my tossing and turning the cord had somehow come out of the socket.

It was in the late morning, far later than I usually woke up, and Chester was frustrated because he hadn't had breakfast yet. He didn't say anything, but he seemed glum and looked at me with justifiable annoyance and hunger. I did my best to prepare him some scrambled eggs and bacon, but in my pain and fatigue I managed to burn the bacon and cook the eggs to an unpleasant, rubbery consistency. I deeply regret what happened next.

I swore about the bacon, the eggs, the pan, the stove, the landlord, my dead husband, anyone and anything that could conceivably be even somewhat to blame for the ruined breakfast. I know it was wrong to react like that in front of my son, I know it was immature, but I was tired, in pain, and just wished desperately I could go back to bed.

When I'd finished with my profanity-laced rant, I heard the back door closing and looked out the window to see Chester fleeing out into the forest, visibly distressed.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, and ran out the door after him, calling for him to come back. I tripped on one of the fallen iron fence posts and fell to the ground, knocking the air from my lungs. When I recovered enough to stand up, Chester was long gone, vanished among the trees.

I looked through those woods for hours. As I've described earlier, I don't know how large the forest behind my house is, but it still feels odd that in all that time I never saw him. Chester's only 10 years old, he isn't some sort of Olympic sprinter, and the foliage isn't so thick that I could have lost him that easily. I kept wandering among the trees, shouting out Chester's name with increasing panic. Sometimes I thought I'd hear a branch snapping or a child's giggle, and I would turn about, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the sound's source, but there would be nothing there. It was fairly far along in the afternoon when I finally decided to head back and call the police.

Despite how long I'd spent in the forest, it was a remarkably quick walk back to the house. It felt almost as if the walk into the woods was somehow further than the walk out. I opened the door and started moving to the bedroom to get my phone, when I suddenly saw Chester sitting on the couch, reading a book.

I nearly wept with relief and rushed to hug him, apologizing over and over for scaring him and asking if he was okay. I was so happy to see my son again I wasn't even angry with him for running off.

"I'm alright mom. I'm really sorry for running off, I was just scared. I won't do that again, please don't be angry" said Chester, tears welling up in his eyes.

I froze.

Chester rarely spoke more than a single word at a time. His longest sentences I could remember before this were maybe 3 or 4 words long at most. This was utterly unprecedented, and I had no idea how to react whatsoever.

"Mom? Are you okay?" he asked, looking at me with a confused look on his face.

- - -

The next week went by very strangely. To be very clear, autism isn't something that just goes away. It's not a disease, it's not something that can be "cured". And yet, Chester no longer showed any signs of his previous behavior whatsoever.

His personality seemed intact. The sort of things he now spoke aloud seemed relatively in keeping with the sentences he would have previously written on the whiteboard. He still had the same love of reading, the same interest in ghost stories, he still played with the same toys. In all respects he was the exact same boy as before, simply now he was neurotypical.

He didn't have to wear earplugs out in public anymore, and true to his word he never ran off when under stress. He didn't even flap his hands, he just kept them calmly at his sides. It was totally surreal.

One day I was teaching him his lessons out in the woods, and he told me "Mom? I think I want to go to regular school. I want to be with the other kids." I was completely taken aback. Chester had never showed even the slightest interest in going to a public school before this, and on the few occasions he'd had to interact with other children, he'd been far too shy to play with them. Of course I told him I'd be happy to send him to school, what else was I supposed to say? That night I sent off emails to the nearest schools in the area, asking about late enrollment.

It was the second week after Chester's sudden and unprecedented transformation that I began to notice something else that was strange. Despite the fact that we were spending a decent amount of time outside in the woods, Chester never left any dirty footprints in the house anymore. It wasn't that he had suddenly become more careful about taking his shoes off, he was still running inside with his sneakers on the same as he always had, but there was never any dirt or mud. I just assumed at the time he must have been wiping his shoes off while I wasn't looking, and in all honesty I didn't pay it much mind. It's only in retrospect, knowing what I do now, that this sticks out in my mind.

He also didn't eat very much anymore. He didn't snack at all, and whenever I prepared him his meals, he only ate very small portions. He never showed any signs of weakness or that he was losing weight, so I didn't bother him about it, there would be no point in forcing him to eat more than he wanted to, but it did strike me as very odd.

It wasn't until the incident with the mirror that I realized that it wasn't my son.

I was looking for some books I'd packed away in cardboard boxes in the spare room. There wasn't a lot of space on the bookshelf in the living room, so I tended to switch out the books on a semi-regular basis for ones kept in the spare room, aside from a handful of mainstays. It was while I was doing so that Chester walked over to the doorway and asked me where I had put his toy robot. I looked up from what I was doing to answer him, when I caught something out of the corner of my eye, something deeply wrong. It was the old silver mirror, pointed towards the doorway. It wasn't reflecting my son.

I turned to look closer, my words dying on my lips as I gazed at the figure in the mirror, the old terror I'd always felt looking into such things resurfacing suddenly and violently.

The thing was dressed in Chester's clothes, but that was about the only real resemblance the thing bore to him. It was a crude marionette, carved from untreated and unpainted wood, clumps of bark still clinging to it in places. The mouth had a jaw like that of a ventriloquist dummy, albeit with crooked teeth made from sharp flints jammed into the wood. I saw bits of old food stuck to the teeth and mouth, remnants of meals I had cooked earlier in the day. The eyes were simple holes with bits of colored glass, like marbles, held within. It was suspended above the ground by an inch or two by thick brown twine, like the sort one would use to close a package in days before packing tape.

I stared in stunned silence at the mirror before turning around, only to find Chester standing there, head cocked slightly in confusion. "Are you okay mom?" he asked, with concern in his voice. I turned once again to the mirror, seeing the horrible puppet thing once again. I wanted to vomit as I watched its jaw work up and down mockingly. "I'm sorry, I'll find it myself, I didn't mean to bother you" it said, before jerkily "walking" down the hallway to Chester's bedroom.

- - -

That night I watched "Chester" carefully in the bathroom mirror when he brushed his teeth, but there didn't seem to be anything strange about him at all. He moved like a person, not a puppet, and when I gently squeezed his shoulder I felt flesh and bone underneath the fabric of his clothes, not hard wood and bark.

I didn't sleep. Creepy as it may sound, I just sat in Chester's room and watched that thing lay in bed, snoring. It seemed to be asleep. I stayed there all night, just watching, until it woke up the next morning, asking me what I was doing. I didn't respond, and left without making breakfast. It's not like it would have needed it.

I wasn't even sure where I was going at first, I was just driving to clear my head. I eventually realized I was en route to an antique store the next town over. I'd visited the store a few times before, looking for bits of furniture and the like immediately after moving. I didn't know why I was headed there now, but it felt almost as if I were being drawn there somehow. I pulled into the parking lot and left my car, pushing through the shop's door with the tinkling of a bell.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for, I just wandered the store in a daze, looking around all the various bits of junk and knick knacks with disinterest. The whole store reeked of musty books and wood polish, the smell lulling me into a sort of trance as I meandered among the shelves stacked with discarded history. Eventually though, I found something that struck my eye. It was a small old hand mirror with the telltale tarnishing of real silver. It seemed to call to me somehow, and in my numbed state I didn't even fear the blank-eyed reflection that looked back at me. I picked it up and looked at the price tag. 50 dollars. More than it was worth, but not too unreasonable. I picked it up and brought it to the counter, paying in cash.

The store's proprietor, a thin old woman with graying hair and enormous spectacles, chuckled at me as she rang me up. "Planning on making a vampire hunting kit ma'am?" she asked.

"What?" I replied, the completely bizarre question startling me out of my stupor.

"Just a little joke. Halloween's coming up, and once a few years back I had a gentleman come in here and buy up all sorts of strange stuff. I asked him what he needed it for, and he told me he was going to dress up as Abraham van Helsing for the occasion. He said he was making a vampire hunting kit. One of the items he bought was an old hand mirror, rather like this one. He asked me if it was real silver, and I told him yes, but asked why that mattered, I figured silver was always the sort of thing one would use for werewolves, not vampires. He told me that the reason why vampires didn't show their reflections in mirrors was that in the old days they were made of silver, and that silver was a symbol of purity. He said that if vampires were real and walking about nowadays, they'd be reflected back just fine, since nearly all modern mirrors are made with aluminum. Doesn't tarnish I suppose."

My mind flashed to "Chester" brushing his teeth in the bathroom mirror, face as normal as could be reflecting back at me, before recalling the terrifying thing I'd seen in the old silver mirror. The old woman must have noticed me go pale, she asked me if I was alright. I nodded and left with the mirror, driving back home.

I got back at around lunchtime, and the thing that pretended to be my son asked me if I was okay, and if we would be having lunch soon. I angled the mirror so I could see its face, and saw that crude puppet mouth wagging in vague time with its speech. I told it to wait at the dinner table, and that I would be with it in a few minutes. It did as I said, sitting down and pretending to read a book with its glass eyes.

I reached into the kitchen drawer and pulled out a pair of butcher's scissors. With the scissors in one hand and the hand mirror in the other, I walked up behind the puppet thing, carefully angling the mirror so I could see where the strings connected to its wooden body. I looked to see where the strings led, to see if I could get a glance at the puppeteer, but it just seemed to extend impossibly into the ceiling, passing through the plaster like a fishing line through water.

It didn't notice what I was doing until I'd already cut the first string, one connected to its left arm. It screeched in what sounded like pain, a horrible distorted cry that was a mix of mad piping and a child's scream. It swiped at me with the right arm, but I was too fast for it. After all, it was only wood and strings, and I was alive. I cut the other arm free, and both now fell limp at its sides. Next I went for the legs, snipping the strings both in quick succession. Glancing up from the mirror, I saw what looked like my son floating in the air slightly, mouth wide open as it screamed. I cut the strings connected its jaw and head, and the thing collapsed to the floor in a silent heap. The illusion had been broken, and all that lay before me was a broken puppet. Far away in the distance, I could hear the sound of pipes playing faintly in the woods, a haunting melody which I cannot quite recall.

- - -

I knew I couldn't go to the police with any of this. Who would believe a woman who claimed that her son had been replaced by a puppet? I'd be institutionalized at best, arrested for child abuse at worst, and that's assuming they ever managed to find the real Chester. I spent the rest of the day frantically researching on the internet, typing inane phrases like "child replaced puppet music pipes" or "puppet mirror child double" into the search engine, getting almost nothing useful in response, until eventually I came across some old website detailing European folklore. Specifically, the page on changelings.

I read about medieval peasants convinced their children had been replaced with those of fairies, how their real children had been taken to the woods to be raised by the monsters which stole them. I read of the ways one could protect oneself from the so-called "fair folk", of their hatred of iron. I remembered the wrought iron fence that surrounded the house, the conspicuous gap where a tree must have broken through as it fell.

I've written this in case I don't come back. I've written this so that if I'm never found, they don't think I just performed a murder-suicide in the woods out of grief. I love my son dearly, and I am going to save him from the monsters that took him from me. I can hear the hideous music of their eldritch pipes drifting through the trees, mocking me. I'm taking one of the broken iron posts with me. The tip is sharp as a spear.

[king-and-his-consorts]

(for all three of them) L = Location (favorite places to do the do) M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - Still accepting _____

L = Location: The aquarium room.

This is his single favorite place to get intimate with his partner. Whether they're actually having sex, being sensual, or he's just teasing his partner, this is the room. he room is very quiet. He likes to have the lights in the room off with just the light from the aquarium itself illuminating the room.

This keeps Luffy from having sensory issues while trying to be intimate. Also, the constant movement of the fish provides enough visual stimulation to keeps him from growing bored or agitated from being under-stimulated mentally. Meaning his focus can stick to his partner.

Odds are that even if he and his partner are alone in the room for non-intimate reasons, Luffy will have a tendency of suddenly pinning his partner against something and nuzzling. Since Luffy is uncomfortable kissing most days, it's usually replaced by nuzzling or biting his partner's throat if he wants to start something.

M = Motivation: God only knows.

Trying to get Luffy aroused is like playing roulette. There's no rhyme or reason to when he's going to want to have some flavor of sexual encounter. The desire will just hit him randomly. He'll be doing something completely unrelated, like fishing, and suddenly have an intense desire to touch his partner sexually.

When it comes to Luffy there's two different kinds of motivation. The more common is that he wants to see his partner relax and come apart from pleasure. Seeing them blissed out will feels him with emotional pleasure. There's a high chance that Luffy won't even get aroused while touching his partner or using toys on them. He's a bit of an emotional vampire, feeding off their good feelings to feel his own.

The rarer form of motivation is that he is actually horny. Most of the time he doesn't even realize that's what's happening. He'll just grow increasingly irritable and start pressing his face up against his partner while they're going about daily tasks. The fastest way to figure out that he wants to fuck is that he'll grab his partner's hips and massage them.

L = Location: The crow's nest.

The crow's nest is his domain. It's comfortable, it's quiet, and there's a very low possibility of someone bursting in to bother him and his partner. Because of its height, it's fairly far away from people. This means that both he and his partner don't have to be quite so careful about how much noise they make. He wants to be able to hear his lover have a good time.

Plus, the crow's nest is built to be sturdy. Most of Zoro's partner are going to be physically strong so that he doesn't have to hold himself back during sex. But with two such strong people, surfaces tend to break or gent dented. The crow's nest can take a lot of damage without getting destroyed so Zoro doesn't have to be as careful, which helps him relax.

M = Motivation: Combat is the simplest answer.

Zoro is a simple man with very simple needs. He loves to fight physically. The clash of steel and the smell of blood in the air are going to make his blood sing the quickest. The longer that a fight is, more in the mood to fuck he'll be.

If it's a short battle, it'll leave Zoro feeling frisky and grabby. Often times, he'll seek out his partner and get handsy with them. But if it's a long battle, it will set him on the prowl for his partner. It'll take all his self-control to not simple tackle his lover upon seeing them and rut into them right there. He might still pin his lover to the wall and at least kiss them hard, slipping his leg between theirs.

L = Location: The lawn deck.

Sanji's a hot mess when it comes to sex. If he's being honest, he enjoys fucking just about anywhere on the ship. Except the kitchen, he will never initiate in the kitchen. His head gets too wrapped up in the sanity issues of such an intimate act in such a sacred place. It'll just take him out of the mood almost immediately.

But his favorite place to have sex is also the most risky: the lawn deck. And while he may be a bit of a exhibitionist, it's more about the romanticness of the lawn deck. To him, there is nothing more romantic than laying below the stars and listening to the ocean while having slow sex with his partner. He wants his time with his lover to be sweet, sensual, and full of love.

M = Motivation: Hah! It's more of a question what doesn't set him off!

Sanji has an annoyingly high libido. It's so hyperactive that even he's frustrated with it. He gets aroused extremely easily. A sensual outfit, a flirty look, getting brushed up against, sensual words or an innuendo, hugs from his partner, kisses, fighting, being shoved, having his tie pulled, etc.

He tends to get an erection several times throughout the day and it leaves him frustrated. Sometimes even exhausted. He has things he needs to do, dammit!