Rami

Instead I ended up getting caught up on the nerd4nerd, autism x adhd, jerk but not to her het ship that is kingdon.

So I watched that movie Novacaine with Jack Quaid right??? And god I don't know about you but anything I see him in (like... 2 things) my brain is just like "bottom!" So my brain came up with a scenario...

Nate getting raped but not being able to feel it, being used like a living sex toy. And again while he can't feel pain he can feel pleasure and he ends up eventually getting turned on and that's all he can feel even as he tries to fight it. It makes him sick to his stomach and he tries to hold back his noises but whoever's fucking him is hitting all the right spots and moans end up spilling from his lips. Eventually he cums hard but the guy doesn't stop and he's shaking as he cums over and over until he basically passes out...

"I apologize. I'm rusty. Can't really practice when you're at sea." He cleared his throat. It had been ages since M. Daae had given him the lessons and while he kept it up with tutors for awhile once he was at sea he had no time for the arts. He was no master anyways but he enjoyed being able to play a nice tune with own hands feeling closer to Christine in that way. He took a deep breath.

"You're fine my love. Just try and remember what my father taught you," she said encouragingly. Raoul closed his eyes. He remembered the warmth of that summer, the smell of the ocean. He'd always been drawn to the sea and so had M. Daae, reminding him of his homeland. He could almost hear him.

"Viscount do I have to show you how to hold the instrument again?" His tone was playful but there was a seriousness to it. Raoul adjusted the instrument again but failed to get it just right. The older man sighed exasperatedly and stood again showing the boy how to hold the instrument correctly. "Now do your positions." That Raoul thankfully knew, fingers finding their place on the fingerboard. "Good! We'll make a true musician out of you yet."

Raoul breathed out. He slid the bow against the strings once more but this time it sounded a little less like nails on a chalkboard and more like music. It was as if M. Daae was guiding him once again. And it was almost as if Christine could see him as well, grief welling up in her once more but also an overwhelming feeling of love for the both of them.

I stopped watching The Boys at like... Season 3?? So I don't know what's going on but y'know