#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

[lavenderlacedquill]

An Autistic reader x Will would be perfect!!

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Pairing: Will Graham x AuDHD! Reader

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I have AuDHD, so this one will be heavily based off of my own experience on the spectrum :) A headcanon also felt the most appropriate for this one!

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You were open with the fact that you live with Autism when you and Will began seeing each other, and he took it seriously from day one. Judgement would be nonexistent with him, and he will make it his mission to learn your quirks and preferences.

As it pertains to sensory issues, he will ask about your most common triggers and help you both come up with systems to avoid them.

Will has many dogs, and their barking can be a huge trigger to auditory sensory issues. If you get home from work before Will everyday, he will make sure to let you know when he is close to the house. This way, you can retreat upstairs before the dogs get excited at his arrival, and have a barrier for the noise. Once they're calm, he'll come upstairs and find you before you begin your nightly routines.

Safe foods for the both of you are always in the kitchen. This way, your newfound hyperfixation meals and your old reliables will always be available if dinner doesn't turn out how you expected.

Will welcomes your stims, as long as they are not harmful to you. He will smile with your verbal stim of the week, will become used to your usually swaying stance, and won't question if you begin walking around while you have a conversation.

If you're into fidget toys, he will have them at the ready.

Strong smells can be a huge sensory struggle, so he will always let you know before he cooks anything that is especially smelly. This way you can spend time outside with the dogs or retreat upstairs and have minimal interaction with it.

He will find ways to make the chores you struggle with the most seem doable. If you need a body double, he's there. If you work better with a partner, he'll be ready to help.

In moments of emotional dysregulation, he will be there to support you. If you need a separate activity to distract your brain, he'll give you something to untangle. If you need to be physically removed from a stressful environment, he'll lead you to a quiet room to help you cool down.

Being on time is important and often a huge stressor for you, and Will shares a similar sentiment. Late is never something you two are.

Will lives for your hyperfixations because he loves seeing you passionate about something. This being said, he will never shame you for your abandoned hobbies. He knows that is part of the deal. But he will welcome the ones that ebb and flow, like his own love of fly fishing.

Bottom line, Will knows you can take care of yourself. He will never infantalize you or make you feel less than because your brain works in different ways. But he will be there to support you in times of struggle, and advocate for you when you are unable to advocate for yourself.

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The gif I used is from a set made by @hughdancybabyface. They make the most beautiful gifs I have ever seen. I am very new to using Gifs on Tumblr and crediting their creators, so any advice is welcome :)

My requests are currently open! Leave me all of your Will Graham fantasies, just please look over my guidelines first :)

[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.

[coffeeghoulie]

Could we get something where Phantom/Aeon realizes for the first time he is truly safe and loved in the new pack

I sprinkled some of my Aeon headcanons/lore on this one, I hope you don't mind.

Aeon had a rough time in the Pit and is afraid the other ghouls will hurt him, he does have sensory issues and a meltdown, but all ends well.

Aeon is summoned, brought Topside, in a particularly chaotic time.

He's rushed through practices, learns to harness his magick and play guitar, and is thrown into a tour that lasts several months. Sure, he's in tight quarters with a bunch of strange ghouls, he gets to know them, grows to like them even, but he's constantly on his guard. He knows what other ghouls are like, especially to a runt of a quintessence ghoul like him, and has the scars and marks to prove it. He spends the entire tour doing his best to keep up, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Getting back to the Abbey after the tour ends is just as drastic a change. Aeon's a ghoul who thrives on routines. In the Pit, it was simple: Scavenge enough food and clean water to survive, avoid the roaming packs of ghouls looking for easy pickings, repeat. Tour is similar enough, try to get enough sleep, keep his energy up, perform his best every night, crash on the bus, repeat.

When the tour ends, Aeon is faced with a daunting amount of free time. Sure, he has chores and duties, but nothing as demanding as the touring he's grown accustomed to. He doesn't deal with change well, throws everything off rhythm and makes it so much easier to overload him. Aeon spends most of his free time holed up in his room, door locked to the rest of the ghouls.

It's a shitty morning to begin with. The neckline of his pajama shirt rests against his throat, nearly setting off his gag reflex as he wakes up. Aeon changes into somebody else's hoodie that made its way into his room. The smell isn't quite right, doesn't fit him the way he likes, but it's the only clean top he has, and Aeon can't bring himself to go do laundry. The lights are too bright, and Aeon hisses, pulling the hood over his shaggy hair to shield his eyes.

Aeon slinks out of his room, trying to avoid the others as he heads to the kitchen. He just wants to grab some food, some fruit or something, and dart back to the safety of his room.

Naturally, that isn't what happens.

Cirrus, Swiss, and Dew are all in the kitchen, talking loudly and laughing with each other as Cirrus slips out, steaming mugs in their hands. The fire and multi ghouls turn and swivel to face him as he enters. Aeon gulps, pinned in place by their gazes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Nice hoodie," Swiss teases, tail swishing behind him lazily. He grins wide, and Aeon does his best to hide his flinch as Swiss bares his fangs.

"We haven't seen much of you lately," Dew observes, taking a long drink from his mug, locking eyes with Aeon as he drinks.

Aeon burrows further into the hoodie, claws worrying at hangnails as he tucks his hands in the front pocket. "Sorry," he whispers, tail flicking behind him. He shudders as the sensitive spade scrapes against the tile. Aeon shrinks back

"You're always hiding in your room," Dew says, brows furrowed slightly. "What, are you afraid of us?"

"We spent months in real tight quarters, buggy," Swiss says, reaching out and setting a hand on Aeon's shoulder. "I know you value your privacy, but you can't hide in there forever."

Aeon flinches, jerking his shoulder back from Swiss's hand. "I just want to get something to eat. Don't wanna get in anybody's hair."

"You're not," Swiss says, frowning slightly, and Lucifer, that stings. "We just wanna know why you don't want to spend time with us."

"Yeah, voidling, we were all buddy-buddy on tour," Dew adds on. "What happened? We didn't upset you, didn't we?" Dew reaches out, touches his chest, and Aeon feels himself pushed over the edge, past an overload and hurtling towards a meltdown.

"Why won't you all leave me the fuck alone?" Aeon snarls, eyes flashing white-hot silver. His ears pin flat to his head, his tail lashing behind him. He snaps his fangs at Dew's outstretched hand, quintessence crackling in purple bolts like static electricity along his skin, looking for all the world like a feral ghoul straight out of the deepest, darkest parts of the Pit.

Dew flinches back, eyes wide with an expression that Aeon wishes more than anything he could read. Swiss takes a step back, swallowing hard as he holds his hands up placatingly. Aeon feels his stomach flip, eyes blurring with tears.

He takes a shaking step back, away from the fire ghoul. He ignores the others calling his name. He can't tell if they're calling for him out of anger, itching to put him in his place for disturbing their tentative peace.

His brain tells him he's back in the Pit, alone and in danger, surrounded by bigger, stronger ghouls, and his body acts accordingly. His hands dig into his hair, covering his ringing ears, claws biting into his scalp. He shrinks away from them, squeezing his eyes shut as he backs himself into the corner, back sliding down the wall as he makes himself as small as he can.

Aeon opens his mouth to beg, to plead with them for forgiveness, but can't find his words, human language escaping him, stuck in his throat. He hears Cirrus step back into the room, butting past Dew and Swiss, and feels her presence as she crouches down near him.

"Darling," she whispers. "Sweetheart, can you tell me what's wrong? It's okay if you can't."

"Please don't hurt me," he chitters, the ghoulish easier on his tongue. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

Cirrus straightens, turning back to the other ghouls as she shifts backwards, giving Aeon a little more space. "Boys, I need you to take three steps back."

Aeon can hear their footsteps, breathes a little easier. He keeps muttering in ghoulish, pleading her, waiting to feel her sharp claws make contact. Tears streak down his cheeks, and he can't control his sobs as he feels three pairs of eyes on him.

"We're not going to hurt you, Aeon," she says, voice soft like a breeze. "Why would we hurt you? Darling, you're pack."

That's enough to shock Aeon out of his tears, opening his eyes to meet hers. "I'm not anybody's pack," He says, voice shaking as Cirrus's face falls. "I've never been anybody's pack."

"You're our pack, Aeon," she breathes. "Darling, you are as much our pack as any of us here. I'm sorry we haven't been clear about it."

Dew nods, taking a hesitant step forward. "Voidling, we all love you. I swear to the Father Below, none of us will ever hurt you," he says, sinking to his knees by Cirrus's side, his hands palm up and open on his thighs. "I'm sorry we kept pushing you."

Aeon wipes his eyes with the oversized sleeves of his hoodies, sniffling as Swiss kneels at Cirrus's other side. There's enough distance between the three of them and him that he doesn't feel cornered, but something in him feels right having them close.

"What did you mean, buggy, that you've never been anybody's pack?" Swiss asks, gold eyes full of something Aeon realizes with a start is concern. "You don't have to tell us, we just want to understand."

Aeon makes eye contact with Swiss for the first time since he lashed out. "Nobody wants a quintessence runt," he whispers. "Been on my own for a long time."

"Aeon, voidling," Dew says. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to be."

"Besides, we do want you, buggy," Swiss says. "We want you in our pack so much. We want to see you, more than just glances. We're not solitary creatures, you know."

Cirrus reaches out hesitantly, her hand open and non-threatening, claws glamoured away. "Can I touch you, darling boy?"

Aeon nods and launches himself into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her honeysuckle-jasmine scent. "You promise you're not gonna hurt me?" he whispers.

"May I be banished to the Pits if I break that promise, darling," she whispers in his ear. She notices the chunk missing from the shell of his ear, holds him closer as she purrs soothingly. Swiss sets a gentle hand on the small of his back, and Dew runs glamoured fingers through his shaggy hair. "You'll never be hurt again."

They kneel there on the kitchen floor for a while, until Aeon shifts uncomfortably. Cirrus moves to let him go, and he clings harder, whimpering. "Please," he whispers. "Just, my knees hurt."

Cirrus chuckles, shifting herself. "Mine too. Are you alright if we go to the couches in the common room? Far more comfortable than the kitchen floor."

He tenses, but nods, hesitantly extricating himself from Cirrus's arms. Swiss helps him to his feet, leading the group to the oversized futon in the common room. Aeon and Swiss lay down, Aeon curled up to the multi-ghoul's warm chest, his arms wrapped tight around him. Cirrus sidles up against Aeon's back, rubbing soft patterns along his bicep over the hoodie. Dew lays horizontal to them, letting Aeon rest his head on the softness of his stomach, purring like a rusty motor.

One by one, the other ghouls join the cuddle pile, Aeon in the center, and he's never felt safer in his life. He chuffs, safe and content, drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the soft breathing of his pack.

[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.

[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

[kingsandbastardz]

@bbcphile asked about Di Feisheng and neurodiversity and it's something that's been on my mind for awhile, so here we go.

100% thought DFS was on the spectrum when he first popped up on my screen. Cue Leonardo_DiCaprio_pointing.gif I related to so, so many of his behaviors.

Trauma/ptsd can often create symptoms similar to autism/adhd/etc due to how it fucks with your brain

Autism/adhd/etc are often co-morbid with ptsd and trauma due to abuse, bullying, increased sensitivities and higher risk taking behaviors that lead to impulsive decision making which then leads to higher rates of death.

Thoughts regarding why I think so:

1. Hyperfixation/special interest being his obsession with fighting only LXY

2. Extremely high masking - as in almost 24/7 except when alone, in front of Wuyan and possibly LLH. He doesn't have any of the perception, motor skills or speech issues some people on the spectrum have. This means he can fine tune his social skills as much as needed. He's incredibly opaque through the entire drama. His behavior is completely different from how others perceive him, how he portrays himself, what information is known about him. There's a solid disconnect between himself and what is revealed to the rest of the world. I strongly suspect he's the type that makes scripts for every social interaction he has with others and behaves based off that.

Masking at that level for so long means it's basically you. Until it's not. It's internalized. It's hard to differentiate between the you that is a mask vs you the unmasked weirdo that wants to sit on the floor all day in your underwear because it's grounding and limits sensory input.

Masking is also exhausting. He runs off to be by himself as soon as he is able. He stays in locations where he can be alone and limit sounds.

3. LLH's behavior with DFS: Yes, it is due to closeness, past history, and also unexplored emotion, but that doesn't explain the bonkers level of accommodation and lack of vitriol toward a man he spends many episodes believing killed his brother. Yes he was emotionally burnt out after 10 years. He could have been playing along to get DFS to work with him (which he didn't need to because he soft-poisoned him with asura grass - the stuff that doesn't have weird side effects like killing a person. Contrast that with wuxin huai JLQ and SGD use)

But that isn't all there is to it - he fully believes DFS wouldn't try to kill him seriously. When arguing or trying to convince him of anything, he doesn't hide the truths he hides from everyone else. He barely exhibits anger toward him beyond that one early "Do you still refuse to admit it?"

Imo he's like this because he knew DFS well enough to know that being angry won't work; he believes DFS thinks differently enough he there may be a disconnect in understanding the source LXY's anger. Considering how happy and clingy DFS was when he first showed up, I don't blame LLH for thinking this way? DFS certainly didn't share any information regarding his suspicions. More on DFS' style of logic later. He communicates with DFS a certain way because he knows:

DFS is very good at spotting lies. This is both autistic or trauma-related behavior in ppl who are very good at masking. He's hyper vigilant to begin with and pair that with him likely being very experienced at picking apart micro expressions, context vibes, logic holes, etc at high speed -- high masking individuals that create personal scripts for their interactions will often do this as a defense, to create a convincing enough set of behavior to 'behave like a person' with the rest of the world.

DFS will so strongly act on decisions based on the information he accepts that it's imperative he has as much of the needed info as possible. This speaks on a lot of experience interacting with DFS. LLH behaves this way because he doesn't want what happens when he doesn't.

4. Sensory issues: Specifically pertaining to sound/noise and food. He complains repeatedly about how noisy FDB and Su Xuayong were. In the women's mansion arc, the signaling beacon was making enough noise that it bothered him so he goes and pulls it out.

Using other preferred sounds: His preferred locations of the waterfalls or the top floor of the Lotus House makes me think of ambient noise machines where people play certain nature sounds to drown out other sounds and relax to. (again, grounding and sensory control)

He was very likely lying about his sense of taste to LXY to avoid rudeness, but there are multiple scenes implying some form of disordered eating. And there is also a scene where he comes in randomly and takes FDB's bowl of rice and walks out without taking anything else. It implies he may actually have certain food preferences even though there are other cases where he eats fine like at the grave robber banquet where he pretended to be someone else. So imo one partial possibility for this, aside from trauma, is autistic eating issues: not being able to eat in certain locations, having preferred tastes or textures, not wanting to combine their foods, eating very little. One common preference is for carbohydrates or processed foods - aka bread or rice. I know someone who's Special Food was chicken. They wouldn't have a problem having it very meal - but as an adult, understood that wasn't something they could always do.

5. Logic that makes perfect sense to him but not necessarily to others:

looking for LLH by flying to and investigating every single mountain peak until he found him (in a savant level display of power and skill)

end goal of wanting to be with LLH and fight him repeatedly forever (special interest, desire for repetition and a routine)

kidnapping QWM for LLH is totally not a bad thing since he wouldn't hurt her and is strong enough he can guarantee her safety

he doesn't communicate with LXY about his suspicions regarding Shan Gudao's death - which most sect leaders would have lead with. He didn't see this information as important to share until a purpose for it popped up later on.

his special interest takes priority over everything else: handing over control of the sect to JQL in favor of the Guyin map, Dongahi battle full of death and destruction and all he thought about was the dual

well, until his priorities change. The entire drama is his single-minded quest to heal LLH -- but it's still linked tightly to his special interest of fighting with LXY.

also "my only rival is LXY, let's fight fight fight fight"= "I only want to fight LXY" but framed in a manner that people of jianghu will immediately understand. But that's not actually what he wants. Here is a prime example of a communication issue where he's created a presentation of this strong fighter - he walks and talks like one perfectly - so LLH and everyone else is of course convinced he wants to be number 1 swordsman. That is the language he's using to present himself. And he wants to know this because, why wouldn't he want to measure himself against a benchmark? However his end goal isn't just to be number one. He wants to be able to fight and win and lose and win and lose against LXY and only LXY.

possible: won't kill women or even engage with them seriously if he deems them too weak, but will still fill his organization's leadership with them and give them huge amounts of power --- this logic doesn't make sense to me, but clearly does to him??

6. He shows love by allowing people in his personal space (LLH, Wuyan, etc) or sharing his hyperfixation (fighting). So him doggedly trying to get LLH to fight him? Well. Also whining to Wuyan every day for years about LXY? He's... sharing his special interest! Wuyan, feel loved! Also, another common form of showing love for autistics are doing things for people -- and dfs' love language is clearly acts of service.

7. One can argue he's a bit on the savant level of skills, but without typical disabilities. Also he's high masking enough that any disability he does have, you wouldn't see it at all. -- ok this might just make him a regular genius, then.

8. DFS' strict adherence to his own code of honor regardless of what anyone around him is doing

9. Need for routine or repetitive behavior - one can argue that martial arts being a special interest of his would actually make a ton of sense because it's about training over and over and over again until it becomes instinct. Daily training for years and years. You never stop. And you do it in quiet spaces away from people or places that can cause sensory issues.

10. Argument for some form of alexithymia: This one is a reach - as there's no evidence of this. But as it's often co-morbid with autism, I think could be an interesting internal reason for his ability to mask. As in, unless it's a very big feeling or a very large event, he may not recognize his own trauma as trauma. His bar for what is 'bad' is somewhere in the basement of hell, and every other traumatic event are just things that happen. He may not actually recognize fear. He chases happy things because at his age, he knows what anger, sadness and happiness are -- because they have easy to parse physical manifestations.

EDIT: I wasn't very clear up top - but I consider severe trauma to be a form of neurodiversity due to the long lasting and sometimes permanent changes it makes in a person's brain (especially when young and the brain is still being formed). So when I say I think it's possible for dfs to be neurodiverse, I'm referring to a range of things. Autism is very difficult to separate from ptsd/trauma for the reasons above, and will often manifest in the exact same ways with overlapping patterns of behavior. Any one of these things or many of these things collectively can exist without someone being neurodiverse.

Anyway this is just off the top of my had. I have this under a cut so I'll add more later as it comes they mind. (I think this gets called moral stubborness? Something like that?)

[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.

[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.

[watatsumiis]

Hmm in need of some comfort today so just cherrypicking some of my faves to write this scenario of 'how they'd react to a reader who has gone nonverbal and is avoiding contact due to stress/sensory overload'

I'm not sure if it's much of a mood others can relate to but here goes!

Content: gender neutral reader (heavily implied to be neurodivergent in some way), platonic fluff, general mentions of stress and sensory overload type deals (but pretty vague), some characters can be kind of dismissive/confused at first (Dottore, Itto, Pantalone, Yae Miko) but mostly positive and supportive.

Be warned that the descriptions of being nonverbal and coping with sensory overload will be based heavily on my own personal experiences and coping mechanisms, so they will likely not match perfectly up with what others have been through.

Characters: Ayato, Capitano, Dottore, Itto, Pantalone, Pierro, Yae Miko, Zhongli.

Ayato gets it. He may not know exactly what you're experiencing, but he understands and empathises (especially since Ayaka often struggles with similar issues). He tends to be pretty swamped at any given time so it may take him a bit to realise what's going on or notice how you're feeling, but once he does, he's immediately ready to do anything to help look after you - he's very observant to all of your signals and catches on really quickly to what you want, even if you're not entirely sure about it yourself. He's kind and patient and won't touch you without express permission first - he leads you off somewhere quiet for you to decompress, shooing others away so that you can sit in peace for a while until you're feeling ready to face the world again. It's okay if you need more time, too, he'll send Thoma up every now and then to bring you snacks and drinks they know you like and a reminder that you're allowed to take all the alone time you need.

Capitano relates, heavily. He often finds himself struggling with words and socialising too, and so picks up on your stress signals almost immediately (sometimes before you even realise you're teetering on the edge of an episode). He'll just stand silently by you, shielding you from others with his broad frame and intimidating demeanour. Often, his presence is enough to scare others off and give you some space to breathe, but sometimes that just isn't enough, and he might twitch his fingers and tilt his head in that silent gesture that means you should follow him. Any time Capitano spends an extended period of time somewhere, he finds himself mapping out 'safe spots' for him to hide - for him, they're usually small, enclosed, dark places such as closets or service hallways. If you're the kind of person who needs to be outdoors, he also knows where all the nearest exits are and will lead you directly out, standing a few paces away with his arms crossed over his chest, back to you as he stands guard to make sure you're not disturbed.

Dottore... Doesn't understand. He wants to, but less in an empathetic way and more in a researching kind of way. You'll feel his eyes on you, observing you and taking in every little detail, which just makes you more stressed, but eventually he'll set a hand on the small of your back (though will pull away if you shy away from him) to lead you out and to somewhere quiet - at first you think he's being considerate but in reality he just wants to observe you for a bit, record what you do to calm yourself down. The moment you're able to get your words in order again, he's asking questions - what led to this, how your mental state was, what you usually do to cope, so on. It's a little invasive, clinical and weird (and he almost definitely has a folder dedicated to you that he's writing this all down in), but as time goes on, you slowly realise that he's actually actively working to try and prevent you from getting so stressed you become like that again. He's kind of sneaky about it but there's no question that it's him who is pulling the strings, subtly taking work away from you and steering away those who might seek to bother you. It's kind of sweet, really.

Itto struggles to get why you're like this, it's not something he's ever experienced in his life - he's constantly on the move, a high sensory seeker who is noisy and all over the place, but he'll do his very best to understand you and make sure your needs are met, even if he doesn't get them at all. He may still talk to you and ask you questions, then really quickly apologise and get all flustered. He has no idea what he's doing and it shows, but he has good intentions. He'll announce that you're feeling "super duper not-good" to anyone who so much as glances in your direction, and that you are "in dire need of some time to chill and unwind, so all you bozos better stay back!" (that last part is more directed towards his gang - he knows they can be a lot sometimes, yet he somehow seems oblivious to the fact that he can be exactly the same way). If you seem like you're genuinely upset or stressed out for too long, he'll try a wide variety of things in his attempts to make you smile or laugh - each idea gets more and more ridiculous, from bringing you silly looking beetles to trying (and failing) to do cartwheels, to once even nearly getting arrested because he decided to do a (rather insulting, but faithful) impression of the Yashiro Commissioner.

Pantalone really struggles to wrap his head around it all, he just can't seem to comprehend the idea that some people can't just keep all their stress tucked down inside until an appropriate time arrives that they can let it all out and break down. He's almost dismissive at first, but as he grows to know you better he becomes a lot kinder and more helpful surrounding it all (though he can still occasionally say or do something that comes off kind of unkind, he struggles with empathy). He'll let you hide out in his office until you feel better, and if he's in a particularly generous mood he might give you little gifts of things that he feels will cheer you up. While he can be a little impatient, eventually he seems to adjust to the idea that not everyone can be 'perfectly composed' on the outside like he is. He'll help you come up with excuses for why you might have to leave quickly, and will absolutely lie to people on your behalf.

Pierro, while not really fully comprehending, is pretty accepting (mostly because it's you), and will do what he can to make you feel comfortable and happy - he'll make excuses to others as to why you can't do certain things and make sure not to do anything that might upset you even more. He has a little bit of experience (thanks to Capitano), but treats you pretty much the exact same as he would Cap, giving you plenty of space and making sure everything is quiet and you have somewhere to retreat if you need. Nobody questions him due to his status, so if he's giving you preferential treatment, you'd better enjoy it, because he doesn't just hand that out to anyone. His presence in itself is pretty calming too, he has a kind of calm, in-control vibe no matter what.

Yae Miko flip-flops back and forth between being super nice and a little bit teasing about it (in a very lighthearted way, but it can still be a little stressful). Of course, if you appeal directly to her for support, she'll provide it, but there's a chance she may expect something in return eventually. Despite that, she's more than happy to pull some strings to make sure you're happy and taken care of. You'll get somewhere quiet to sit, something yummy to eat, and if you're lucky, you might be graced with her presence as she sits beside you to do some papers and keep an eye on you to make sure you're looking after yourself and there's nothing else actively stressing you.

Zhongli probably has a few tricks up his sleeve when it comes to calming others down - he has breathing exercises for you to try and will happily walk you through them, and will encourage you to do some things to ground yourself (like identifying and pointing out different things you can see/hear/smell, etc.). He's very proactive when it comes to this sort of thing, and doesn't want to leave you alone because he frets. If you need, he'll find you somewhere quiet to just exist for a bit (though he'll still sit nearby). He checks in a lot and worries about you, because he hates to see those he cares about feeling stressed out - it stresses him out too. Once he's sure you're okay with it, he'll wrap you up in the biggest, most soothing hug, applying perfect amounts of pressure as he rests his chin on you and rubs your back.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.

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Having a corpse laid out on your dining table has got to be against the laws of (most) human decency, food safety, and Wei Ying's landlord, but his apartment is too cramped to put the body of a six foot tall man anywhere else so the table it is. Unless he wants to try necromancy in his bed (too creepy), on the sofa (please don't), or the floor (Wen Ning doesn't deserve that). The table is good, actually. Close enough to the kitchen that cleaning supplies are nearby, and the raised surface means when Wei Ying bends down to work he won't worsen his probably already fucked up back from sitting in chairs like a pretzel.

Hmm. Speaking of pretzels. Wei Ying grabs another handful from the bag resting by Wen Ning's waist and crams them into his mouth. "Are you gonna be happy to eat again, Wen Ning?" he says through his food. "I feel bad every time I come back from grocery shopping, you probably miss your snacks."

There's a jumbo-sized children's drawing board propped up on a chair in the corner, one that uses a stylus and little magnetic particles. The stylus moves from its holder and begins to scrawl across the board seemingly on its own, forming shaky words.

Am I going to be able to eat?

They'd tried a variety of methods to get Wen Ning to communicate, back when Wei Ying moved in last year and found he wasn't the apartment's only occupant. Typing or writing with pencil and paper required too much finesse for a ghost. Whiteboards were out since markers rarely were unreliable, and chalkboards activated both Wen Ning and Wei Ying's sensory issues. The drawing board from Toys R Us has been the best solution. Wen Ning has other ways of getting Wei Ying's attention, if he has to, but those usually tire him out faster.

"If food doesn't work out for you when you wake up, I'll make sure it does," Wei Ying promises. His first priority is making Wen Ning's body capable of sustaining consciousness, speech, and motor coordination. The necromancy method Wei Ying has chosen bypasses the need for functions like breathing or having a heartbeat, though having those traits will probably help Wen Ning adjust. There's a whole list of improvements Wei Ying has, somewhere in his notebook pile.

He is entirely making this up as he goes, though, so who knows. Maybe when Wen Ning's spirit is set back in his own body he'll be completely good to go in every capacity. Wen Ning's corpse was in fairly good condition when Wei Ying brought him to his apartment, despite the fact he'd accidentally chosen a very rainy and muddy night to go rob someone's grave (with their knowledge and consent!) and he'd cracked Wen Ning's wrist off the doorframe trying to clumsily haul him in at three in the morning.

Okay, Wen Ning writes. On top of the bookshelf, the haphazardly placed radio clicks on, jumping through stations and songs to string together the words ~~thank~you~again~~ before shutting off.

The first time Wen Ning hijacked Wei Ying's music like that, he nearly scared him to death. Now that they have a better talking system he doesn't do it so often, only when he wants to place emphasis on his words.

"Aiyah, it's really not a problem for me," Wei Ying waves it away. Thank-yous have always made him feel weird. "Okay, bringing you back to life is a problem, but that just means I get to work out how to do it! Besides, you can't stay tethered to this apartment forever. I've had to rid haunted houses of some very nasty old resentful spirits when they were stuck there too long. But you're the nicest, most well-behaved ghost I've ever seen," he proclaims, giving Wen Ning's head a little pat. "And soon you won't have to be one anymore."

The decomposition and other damage on Wen Ning was minimal. It's only taken about a month of talisman application to reverse, and today, finally, his body is back to the state it was just after his death. There's just the hole left to deal with.

Wei Ying rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, yanks his hair away from his face with the frayed hairtie on his wrist. "Okay, it's time for me to sew you up," he tells Wen Ning. "I've had to suture wounds before, but it's been a while. I'll try my best!"

I'm sure you'll be fine. The shy reassurance from Wen Ning, when it's his own corpse Wei Ying is working on, makes him smile.

Wen Ning has been covered with a sheet up to his neck, while his body was restored. The clothes he'd been buried in were grimy and reeked of mold and earth, and Wei Ying needed to assess the quality of the body, so he'd had to strip and clean Wen Ning before throwing the bedsheets over him. Now Wei Ying carefully folds the fabric back to expose Wen Ning's torso, stopping just above his hips. The yellow talismans laid on his trunk and limbs have worked their spells well. If not for his unmoving chest and the pale pallor to his skin, Wen Ning could almost be sleeping.

Well, except for the gaping wound ripped through his abdomen. Wei Ying hasn't directly asked Wen Ning how that fatal injury was caused, as it's quite rude to do so, but based on the information Wen Ning has offered he's pieced together enough of the story. Family gang warfare and a surprise attack meant to send a message. The man had committed no crime other than being born with the wrong surname, and paid for it in this same apartment Wei Ying now resides in. There's a reason why the hallway carpet is obviously newer than the rest of the place.

At least Wei Ying now has a shot at changing Wen Ning's fate. "Here we go," he mutters, preparing needle and thread.

Suturing Wen Ning up requires a decent amount of Wei Ying's concentration. Though since he literally has to brace his forearms on Wen Ning's side and stare in the general direction of his abs, it's impossible not to notice how muscular and toned Wen Ning is. Really, it's unfair. His face is delicately beautiful, even in death with eyes closed, but Wei Ying had been in for another surprise when he'd divested Wen Ning's corpse of his burial shirt.

As an unavoidable part of the cleaning process, Wei Ying has also seen... other parts of Wen Ning. Which also look very nice. But he needs to focus and goddamn, not the time. Instead he thinks about who could have killed Wen Ning, and how brutally, for someone as sweet and built like him to have been stabbed and bled out like a pig. It makes Wei Ying shudder.

The old wound, at least, isn't too difficult to patch back together. Wei Ying doesn't tear anything, and the stitches end up relatively even. Wen Ning stays silent to let him work, although he does turn the radio on to something quiet in the background. Neither of them like long bouts of silence, they've found. It's easier to have something to fill in the empty space.

Once he's tied the thread and snipped off the extra, Wei Ying grabs a calligraphy brush and a mason jar from the fridge (the one that has a 'BLOOD NOT JUICE!!!' label taped to the lid) and scribbles out one last talisman to place on Wen Ning's torso. Dead bodies can't really mend themselves, so the talisman will heal him the rest of the way.

"You'll have a scar," Wei Ying informs Wen Ning, "but I can promise that your guts won't fall out now or anything."

Finding all the right characters and modifications to use for the talismans had been the most time-consuming part of Wei Ying's job. Fortunately, having a day job eradicating tough spirits and monsters gives him enough status to poke around rare and forbidden book collections, and Wei Ying's been inventing his own spells for years. The blood is outsourced from the Nie clan. They've returned to their butcher origins as a front for their cultivation, now that the Jianghu of old is a fantasy to the modern era, and animal blood works just as well as human for talismans. Some people are just dramatic.

The Nie are also among the least likely to ask questions, including whether or not Wei Ying is using demonic cultivation. That's a bonus.

"Now we wait, just a little longer," Wei Ying says. He gets up and stretches, feels his spine crack in about four different places. Ugh. Maybe he can make some healing talismans for himself. "It'll take about two days or so for your body to fix yourself up, and then we'll be at the big day." There's nothing else left to do, so he starts cleaning up the mess around the table. Wei Ying has always been a whirlwind when he works.

A dull wooden knock rings out from the table by Wei Ying's hand, as he's reaching for the pretzel bag. He looks up and watches Wen Ning erase the drawing board, followed by a new question.

Why are you doing this for me?

Wei Ying swallows. "Aha." He grabs the pretzels along with the blood, brushes, and extra talisman paper, and makes an escape into the kitchen.

He tries not to think about the reasoning behind his project, when it's easy to sink into the plans and details of it instead and ignore everything else. The answers that present themselves are never pleasant ones; at Wen Ning's words, the first voice to immediately enter Wei Ying's head is harsh and exasperated. You're using him just to see if you're smart enough to bring him back, Jiang Cheng snaps. What if you hurt him? What if it goes wrong and he becomes dangerous? Who's there to protect you?

Not you, Wei Ying thinks. Not anymore.

Another face takes Jiang Cheng's place. Are you lonely, A-Xian? Jiang Yanli murmurs. Is that why you're doing this, because you think neither Wen Ning or you have anyone?

Maybe.

I don't. I don't even have you, and that's on me, Wei Ying says to her. The voice in his head morphs into Yu Ziyuan, ever critical, ever biting.

Disappointment, Wei Ying.

He's staring into space in the middle of his kitchen. Wei Ying shakes his head out and dumps the things he's holding into the counter. I can do this, he tells himself firmly. And I'm not a disappointment. I won't be one to Wen Ning, at least.

There's another tap, this time on the cupboard near Wei Ying's head. Wen Ning won't give up on an answer, it seems.

"I already told you why," Wei Ying sighs. "I like you, and it's painful for spirits stuck haunting until they turn resentful. I don't want you to go through that. And it's a waste of eternity for you to be a ghost stuck in an apartment." He shoves the blood back into the fridge door, where there are about six other identical jars. "I mean, the ghosts in the old manors and castles get a killer aesthetic and local legends told about them. What's good about being forced to watch me eat ramen from the pot in the middle of the night, or binge Lord of the Rings for the hundredth time?"

The drawing board is in the other room. Wen Ning fiddles with the radio. ~~You're~here.~That's~a~good~thing~~, he says simply, in six people's voices.

"Soon you'll be here too, and that's better," Wei Ying says quickly. Wen Ning is so honest sometimes, in a way that makes Wei Ying want to hide.

~~I~hope~so~~.

"It is! I can't wait for you to be around.", Wei Ying winces internally at his tone. Jiang Yanli was always able to call him out on his emotional bullshit when he used it with her. "Maybe we can watch Lord of the Rings together? I'll make caramel popcorn."

~~That~sounds~nice~~. Wei Ying smiles, a little too widely.

Yeah, okay. He's lonely.

Hello there! So this was part of a WIP I started last year but, predictably, did not see through. I was going through some of my fic drafts and decided I'd release it here, as I liked the concept a lot but sincerely doubt I'll have the mind to pick it up again. Thanks for reading if you got to the end.

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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.

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