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Sara might be happy with the results of the quelled protest - other people not so much.
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Author's note: Finally played the Mass Effect Trilogy and now making my way through Andromeda 💫
Sara's steps were full of eagerness as she went to the operations area of the Nexus. Her cheeks felt warm as they always did when she got a chance to speak with Kandros. Tiran, as she'd recently learned. She nearly lost her footing, tripping over nothing in her hurry to get to the turian she'd been crushing on recently. As a Pathfinder, she felt as if she should be more professional and having a crush felt so young, but there was no other word to describe her feelings.
Whenever she spoke with Kandros, it felt as if a swarm of butterflies was trying to escape from her stomach. Of course she found him handsome, but mostly it was his willingness to listen to her and give her assistance when he could - his ability to see her. So many of the other leaders had accepted her help, but would have written her off in a second if a more qualified person had shown up and was willing and able to take the job. Kandros was different.
As she rounded the corner to face him, heart light and proud of her ability to quell the protest near hydroponics, he spun to face her. Finally, she thought. She was thrilled at the opportunity to speak with him again, and hoped beyond anything that he would say he was proud of her. As her eyes flicked up to his, a rock dropped into her gut at his displeased expression. Displeased might have been putting it mildly, though. For a brief moment, old cartoon vids flashed into her mind. She thought of how anger was shown by smoke coming out of ears and thought that if Kandros had ears, they would most definitely be smoking.
She skidded to a stop, bracing herself for his anger, ready to assist with whatever he needed to keep that expression from his features when he growled, "You."
His anger was a strong enough force to send her backward, brows furrowed in confusion as he stalked toward her. He grabbed her elbow roughly and drew her through the ship until he found a supply closet in a side corridor.
"Can't get privacy anywhere in this damn place," he grumbled.
"We can go back to my room, if you like," Ryder offered.
He ignored the offer, slammed a hand on the button to open the closet and walked her forward by the arm until the door shut behind them. He let go of her and typed in a quick code, manually locking the door to prevent any disturbances. She made as much room in the closet between them as she possibly could and watched him pace in short strides back and forth as conflicted emotions swept across his features.
"Kandros," she whispered. "Is something wrong?"
"Is something wr-" he scoffed, mockingly. "You! You are what's wrong. I did not even want this job but somehow I manage to form some semblance of order and expectations for the Nexus and you come in and- and you insist on helping people."
Sara cocked an eyebrow at him and propped a hand on her hip.
"Last I checked, 'helping people' is my entire job description."
"That's not what I mean and you know it!"
She had never seen a turian as mad as a hissing cat, but he was definitely cutting it close. She imagined his fringe fluffing up in anger and stifled a giggle. He glared at her, incredulous.
"Sorry, Pathfinder, would you care to tell me what's so funny about this?"
He had only ever used her title with respect and to hear him spitting it back at her like an insult sent her over the edge.
"You're the one who dragged me into a fucking closet, Kandros! If anyone needs to be talking, it should be you!"
"We had to cut rations for APEX and now I've got a shit-ton of people pissed at me for some choice you made! You go to these protesters and instead of talking them down, which is something I thought you were supposed to be good at by the way, you offer to pull their families out of stasis meaning that now we are lower on already limited resources! I mean, spirits, what were you thinking?!"
She opened her mouth to defend herself, blinking rapidly at his unchecked anger. He threw up a hand and immediately cut her off.
"No, no. I'll tell you. You. Weren't. On your quest for great exploration, do you ever even stop to think about how your actions affect everyone else?"
A wild rage swarmed Sara and her cheeks once warmed by her excitement to see him, now heated because of her fury. If he wanted a fight, he would fucking get one. She lurched forward and shoved her hands against his chest, surprising them both when he staggered back a step.
"Of course I do! Are you serious right now?! It's all I think about. Every second of my existence is me giving of myself to everyone else. And I know that it will never be enough for anyone. Actually, It would be nice if you would calm down and thank me for all I've done for you - solving a murder, finding hackers and coordinating successful strike teams." She jabbed a finger into his chest and berated him further, "Maybe you could find a shred of gratitude deep inside that armored chest, or are some turians not taught basic manners?"
"Gratitude?" He barked. "Oh, of course - you're absolutely right. It's not like you're making my job harder in any way at all," he raged. "I spend over a year here managing everyone and trying to keep the peace and then we get stuck with you of all people. You- you're infuriating! You live with this consistent need to be hopeful and drag the rest of us along with you in your little dream bubble, consequences be damned - nevermind that one wrong move means death."
His hand slammed down onto a nearby container, causing a sharp noise that cut through the oppressive atmosphere. Their heads snapped to the source of the sound and the closet went quiet. His chest heaved as he avoided her gaze, as his fingers curled into a fist. Sara's chest felt as if weighted down, a deep drowning feeling that was now swallowing her whole. She was trying, damn it. Why couldn't he see that? The kinship she'd thought was between them quickly dissipated as she stumbled past him and began jabbing her fingers into the keypad to unlock the door. It beeped and flashed red at her to signify an incorrect attempt. After two more attempts, Kandros' hand wrapped around her wrist to stop her.
"If you try any more attempts, it will send an alert and someone will come to investigate."
His voice was weary, so worn down, a feeling that was all too familiar to her. She sniffed slightly, keeping her back to him, determined not to show the tears that had begun running continuously down her face.
"I don't care. I want out of here. Now."
His chest tightened at the tearful sound of her voice. Shit.
"No, Ryder," he sighed.
She let out a cry of distress and threw up her hands, breaking his hold, as she spun to face him.
"Why not?! You corner me in this closet and rant at me and then refuse to let me out? This is false imprisonment, Kandros!"
He growled low, but there was no menace to it, not like his outrage from minutes before.
"Just- just sit for a second. Calm down."
"I am calm!"
Her voice came out in a screech and he chuckled wearily at the sheepishness that spread over her face. It was a small space, and she turned to find a place to sit before realizing there was none besides the crate Kandros was already sitting on. He offered his hand, a soft pleasure skimming over his features when her hand slipped into his. He tugged her gently toward him and between his legs. She leaned into him, heart beating wildly as he held her close. Startled by their current predicament, they both remained silent for a few moments, hesitant to break the whatever fragile bond was forming between them.
"I'm sorry," he uttered, his voice low and gravelly. "That was unfair of me. I know how hard you work in general and how hard you work to keep everyone happy. It… it can't be easy."
"It's not," she mumbled as she traced a finger over the lights in his armor.
"I know. I get it. Just… when my people came to me and I had to tell them that we were cutting rations. I mean, everyone is waiting on someone. Everyone wants somebody out of stasis and when I have to look at my people and cut rations and tell them it'll be that much longer before they can see their families and friends… I'm just tired, Ryder."
He gave his head a small shake and pressed the side of his face against the top of her head. Their breathing was ragged, heavy and anxious, but slowly began to even out in the quiet. His free arm slipped around her waist and tugged her closer. She let out a soft gasp before leaning further into him. She squeezed his hand between hers and rubbed the back with her thumbs, easing the tension in his knuckles.
"Is this how you comfort all your colleagues, Kandros?"
Her voice had a teasing lilt as she spoke. A pleased trill slipped from his mouth as he nuzzled his face against her neck. Her easy manner was infectious and shame spiraled through his chest as he thought of how he'd just acted.
"I really am sorry, Ryder. I handled this all wrong."
She shifted in his embrace and tilted her head back to look at him. He met her eyes, repentant sorrow filling his gaze. She pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek and squeezed his hand again.
"I appreciate the apology. I know your job isn't easy and that my decisions sometimes make it harder. I hope you know it isn't intentional."
"I do, I know," he sighed heavily and shifted her so she could sit fully on his thigh.
Both of his arms wound around her waist as he pressed his forehead to the side of her neck. He inhaled her scent, smelled the standard soap provided by the Initiative, but underneath that, it was all her. It was stronger from her recent mission - she had obviously yet to shower and would likely spend the night on the Nexus before leaving again in the morning. His mandibles fluttered against her neck, teasing a soft giggle out of her. He grinned and skimmed his mouth over the sensitive spot and up behind her ear where he pressed his mouth to her soft skin.
"Tiran," she breathed.
He chuckled at the blatant desire in her sigh.
"Are we on a first-name basis now, Sara?"
Her gaze snapped to his, her mouth slightly parted.
"Are you teasing me?"
"I would never and I'm offended you'd insinuate such a thing."
Her expression took on a wry humor as she pursed her lips.
"That was very convincing," she retorted dryly. "Now that we've worked it all out, I suppose I'll see you around."
As she began to rise, he found himself tightening his hold.
"Look Kandros, this has been fun and all, but I have things to do that don't involve being trapped in a closet all evening."
"Like what?"
Desire made his voice deeper and more raspy. He felt intoxicated with the way she looked at him, and chided himself again for his stupidity at how he'd treated her.
"Like… well, you know. Important Pathfinder things."
He could feel her squirming in his hold and he reluctantly loosened his grip. She rose and dusted herself off, patting the front of her armor.
"Well, this has been fun, but I need to go. And," she glanced at the door, "I still don't know the code."
He watched her silently until his chest felt fit to burst.
"If the offer is still on the table, then yes I would like," he blurted.
Her nose wrinkled in confusion as she tilted her head.
"What are you talking about?"
He inhaled sharply as he gathered courage.
"If your room is still on offer, I'd like to go. To accompany you. Well- not just accompany but I would like to go inside it with you, if- if possible."
The corner of Sara's mouth twisted into an amused smile. She stepped closer and ran a finger down the side of his neck. He shuddered under her touch and let out a soft whine.
"All this to get in my room and you could have just asked nicely at any time and saved us the trouble," she purred.
"That's not what I- agh, nevermind," he grumbled.
In a haze, he stepped toward the door and punched in the code to unlock the door. An invisible thread tied him to her as he followed her through the halls and onto the tram that sped toward the habitation deck. He planted himself as far from her as possible, fully aware that if he moved any closer, the next person to use the tram would happen upon an event that he'd rather not anyone else be privy to.
Sara cocked her head, watching him curiously, bemused by his frazzled behavior. He fidgeted across from her in the tram and subtly shifted in his seat. His legs spread wider and caused her vision to graze over his thighs. She grinned at his discomfort and he gave an exasperated sigh before he shifted once more. He shook his head and avoided her gaze, his eyes snapping shut as he breathed rhythmically to calm himself.
When the tram doors opened, he sprang up and took off toward her room. He stalked hurriedly past too many people vying for the pathfinder's attention as he tried to keep his mind from wandering and imagining what would soon be happening behind the doors that were coming closer with every step. Sara scurried after him, struggling to keep up with his long strides. As they approached her room, she smiled politely at the security guard by the door.
"Hi! Just taking Kandros inside for some- uh, paperwork! Yes, I have some things he needs to… sign."
She giggled and ducked her head shyly as the security guard gave Kandros a knowing look. He sighed heavily and placed his hands on her shoulders to steer her into the room. With the door shut and locked behind them, he crossed his arms and leaned against the counter by the coffee machine.
"You're a terrible liar. You better hope you never get interrogated, Ryder."
Sara rolled her eyes and shook her head as she sat on one of the cushioned chairs and began to slip her boots off. She sighed in relief and wiggled her toes immediately after removing her socks.
"God, that feels good," she moaned as she slumped down into the chair.
He stiffened as he watched her eyes close in bliss as she draped herself across the furniture. With a subtle hand, he adjusted his cock, already partially extruded from his slit. He desperately needed to get out of his armor. Sara peeked at him with one eye and grinned at his discomfort.
"Well, would you like me to teach you how to play a human card game?"
"Cards? Now?"
His voice came out strangled as his cock pulsed, causing him to clutch the counter and groan in discomfort as the head rubbed against the hard plating of his armor. Sara leapt up from the chair and rushed to him, her hands reaching for his arm.
"Sorry," she laughed breathlessly, "I was only teasing you."
"I think I've been teased enough for one day," he hissed with a rueful smile down at her.
"Oh, have you? I'm not quite sure," she said with a mischievous grin.
His legs trembled as he grumbled to himself. Kandros slumped forward as he felt Ryder's taunting touch running over his armor and skim ever so lightly over the plating at his groin.
"Mercy, Pathfinder," he wheezed as he bucked into her hand.
"Beg for it," she ordered from behind him.
"I- what," he stammered.
"Beg. For. It."
The training to follow orders that had been established in him from such a young age kicked in again and he chased her touch with his hips, murmuring, "Please, Pathfinder."
His face heated beyond all reason when a desperate whine slipped out of him.
"Spirits," he groused at himself. "How old am I?"
Sara let out a soft snicker behind him.
"Old enough to know how to follow orders, Kandros," she murmured sweetly.
"Call me Tiran, not Kandros. Not anymore. Not when it's just us."
"Tiran," she breathed against his back.
With deft fingers, she began to remove pieces of his armor as soon as she could reach it. He marveled at her knowledge of turian armor but was too lust-addled to think more of it as more of his skin became exposed.
"Sara," he gasped.
Her fingers ran along the raised plating of his hips as she carefully maneuvered him out of the skin-tight suit he wore under his armor. He shuddered as her fingers swept across the vulnerable skin at his waist. So long. So fucking long since someone had put their hands on him in such a way. As she slid the suit down his legs, she knelt to kiss the backs of his thighs. His eyes nearly crossed in the haze of desire when he jolted at the feel of her tongue on the back of his knees.
"Fuck, Sara, what are you doing back there?"
He turned slightly to glance down at her and saw an innocent look plastered on her face.
"Just testing to see if turians can be ticklish, too."
He gripped the counter harder and breathed sharply through his nose. Ticklish was definitely one word for it. One could also say extremely horny and desperate for any touch she was willing to give him. His armor and body suit ended up strewn on the floor before he knew it. She rose, panting hard and eyed him greedily as he turned to face her. He was at least half a foot taller than her, so much to explore, to delight in. He gently brushed his thumb against her jaw and leaned down to rub his cheek against hers.
She responded with fervent kisses across his face. As unfamiliar as this human custom was, he had to admit it was becoming one of his favorites. Sara pressed her mouth to his and gently flicked her tongue out to tease against his. He met her eagerness with his own and clutched her tightly to him before lifting her up and turning to quickly place her on the counter top. As he leaned over her, he eyed her clothed body and rumbled with displeasure. He made quick work of removing her armor and body suit and sighed in relief when she finally pressed her bare skin to his.
Humans were such soft creatures - no protective plating or anything. He wondered at her ability to stay in one piece out in the field. As his thoughts wondered to logistics and general anatomy, Sara busied herself by wrapping her fingers around a certain bit of his. He breathed raggedly as his forehead dropped to her shoulder. He gripped her hips, unable to do anything but huff and whimper as she explored his cock with her nimble fingers.
"I've been hoping for this, Tiran."
Her eyes were bright with satisfaction as his mind worked dazedly over the day's turn of events.
"Ya know, I have a console to access the strike teams on the Tempest? But I always make sure to come back and deploy them from the Nexus," she whispered.
He grunted as her thumb rubbed over the sensitive head of his cock.
"That… nnn…. sounds like you're wasting a lot of fuel," he uttered raggedly.
Her laugh was bright and sharp and lit up his world. Her delight was contagious and he found himself smiling back in return.
She squeezed him tighter, worked him into a frenzy until he was bowed desperately over her.
"It seems like you're complaining, Tiran. I'll make a point to be more fuel efficient in the future."
He growled in frustration, fully knowing her position would take her away from the station for days or weeks at a time, but couldn't justify the extra fuel usage just so he could see her. Her hand paused the motion of tugging his hardened cock before she crossed her arms and leaned back against the cabinets.
"Are you seriously focusing on fuel right now?"
"…no?"
The responding roll of her eyes was full of disbelief as she chuckled at him.
"We can discuss fuel efficiency later maybe when we're not naked, okay?"
He nodded, heated with embarrassment and desire as he picked her up from the counter. He maneuvered carefully to the bed, avoiding the discarded armor and clothing. It went against all his prior training to ignore the mess, but he knew he was hopeless the moment Sara had smiled at him during her first day on the Nexus. Messes could wait when he had the one he'd been pining after in his arms right that moment.
Tiran was careful as he lowered her to the bed, determined not to ruin this. Sara's legs fell apart and he eyed her cunt hungrily before he cupped the back of her knees and jerked her to the edge of the bed. She yelped as she slid toward him and kicked her leg out to push at his chest. A blush had darkened from her chest all the way up to her cheeks as she avoided his gaze and mumbled, "You don't have to do that."
He feigned surprise as he glanced up at her avoidant expression, saddened by the insecurity he saw there.
"Sorry, Ryder, did you think this was for you? No, no, absolutely not. This is purely for my enjoyment and any pleasure you may encounter is just… a side effect."
She cocked her head to the side and offered a half-smile, completely aware of his ploy. Her toes nudged his chest again, more gently this time.
"A side effect, huh?"
"Exactly, now hush and let me get to work."
"But you-"
"Quiet," he hissed playfully. "I'm busy getting acquainted."
She laughed in disbelief and propped up on her elbows. He gently lifted her feet over his shoulders and began to rub the muscles all along her leg. He knew how it felt to be so exhausted from the field, all the aches and pains that accompanied it. He knew there were remedies, medicines she could get from Lexi, but he also knew that another's touch couldn't be replaced. She fell back onto the bed, stretched languidly and relaxed into his ministrations.
Her leg jerked as he found a knot on the back of her calf. She groaned and tried to squirm away. With one hand he held tight to her leg and continued to rub with his thumb, with the other, he grabbed her hip and pulled her closer to him.
"Don't fight it," he murmured. "It'll just hurt worse later."
Her expression turned almost sulky as she forced herself to relax into his touch and shut her eyes. The hand that had gripped her hip slid down further and toyed with the hair between her legs. The hair was damp, and he knew that meant she had been needing him for far longer than she'd let on.
"Do you hurt here too?"
His tone was huskier than usual and all Sara could do in response was nod and offer a muffled "mhm". She tried to squeeze her legs together to provide friction for where she ached the most and whined in distress when he refused to let her seek that relief. Unable to resist her any further, he leaned in and flicked his long blue tongue against her wetness. Her hips began to rock slowly against his face as she silently demanded more. He pulled back with a gasp and licked his mouth as he tried to find some momentary restraint to prevent himself from consuming her entirely.
Her mouth pinched tight and her eyes squeezed shut as if to hide herself away. He tapped her thigh lightly and waited until she looked up at him to begin speaking. Sara shuddered as he saw the glisten of herself across his mouth.
"Don't act like you can't speak now," he teased tenderly. "I want to hear you. I need to know how well I'm doing."
She scoffed and nudged at his shoulder with her heel.
"You said pleasure would just be a side effect."
His returning smirk was entirely wicked as he held her thighs closer to his face.
"Now listen, you and I both know that was a lie. I'm here for you and in all seriousness, I would like to know if you're enjoying yourself. Is there anything I can do to help you be more comfortable."
He watched as she scrunched up her nose in thought. Terrible poker face, no wonder she lost to Gil. Her eyes flicked up to his, unsure, and he could see she had hold of a thought she was debating on sharing. He nodded in encouragement and gently massaged her thighs to relax her further.
"I… I also like praise. Actually I was hoping that you would tell me that you were proud of me for quelling the protest… and instead you…"
Her eyes began to water and her stomach dipped as she confessed her vulnerability. It was one thing to be confided in and help others - quite another to feel so exposed in front of someone she so admired. Tiran sat back slightly, even more aware now of how his harsh words had cut at her. He eyed her with new conviction and leaned forward so he could hold her cunt against his mouth. He gently spread her folds and licked her lightly up and down before skimming against the side of that small bud he'd been told could send humans into a frenzy. She squirmed again, but this time with less discomfort and more desire instead. Her eyes were intensely focused on his as he licked gently again.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he rumbled. "I am proud of you. You're so… good. A good person, good at being a pathfinder. It's like you were made for it," he murmured against her core.
He teased the edge of her opening before he drove his tongue inside and sighed in relief at the whimper she let slip. He spoke softly between licks and kisses to her heat.
"Truth be told, Sara, I'm jealous. People seem to gravitate to you, to follow you more easily than I could ever get them to follow me. I wonder what kind of magic you must possess to be so… irresistible."
Her soft noises grew higher in pitch as her toes curled and her legs tightened on either side of his head. Her breath was heavy as she reached for one of his hands.
"You… hff… you are good too, Tiran."
He paused for a moment and gently squeezed her hand as he met her soft, earnest gaze. She tugged more insistently on him in an attempt to pull him onto the bed and over her. He resisted her and tugged his hand from her grasp before he went back to her folds. His tongue was becoming well-attuned to her needs, flattening and rubbing, flicking, tasting, thrusting, whatever would bring her the most pleasure. He explored her with merely his tongue before her squirming got to be too much.
He spread one hand across her lower stomach and teased at her opening with the other. His fingers slid carefully inside her tender pussy where he thrust slowly, to tease, but also to be careful of his talons. His plated knuckles rubbed until her breathing became erractic. She kicked lightly and whimpered as she reached futilely for him.
"Not- nnn- not enough, Tiran. Tiran, please."
He leaned back in and continued to thrust his fingers into her, accompanied by his tongue on her clit. He swirled around it, careful not to put too much pressure until she was writhing and crying his name softly. He kept on, refusing to let up until her body tensed and she began to pulse around his fingers. He lapped at her gently as she trembled underneath him and the flutter of her walls slowed.
He sat back on his heels, eyeing her as he licked his fingers, one hand still clasped around her ankle to keep the contact between them. He was rather satisfied with himself, with the blissful expression on Sara's face. As her breathing slowed, she peeked timidly at him and began to inch back toward the pillows. He prowled toward her, the movement of someone who knew their place in the world, knew exactly what he wanted and tonight, that was her. Tiran lowered himself over her, pressed their chests together, held himself up enough to not crush her.
She reveled in his weight on top of her, the safety it provided, and her legs wound around his hips to invite him closer. He settled in between her legs, his cock now fully extruded and nudging against her swollen lips. She began to fidget in anticipation which had him realize she was more nervous than she seemed to be letting on.
"Sorry," she muttered. "It's just been a while. 600 years ya know, I'm a little out of practice." Her eyes darted everywhere but his face. "It's just that I'd like you to enjoy yourself and I don't want your expectations to be too high because- well, maybe I could- instead-"
"Pathfinder," he barked.
Her inhale was sharp, her eyes wide as they focused on his own. He paused, unsure what he could say to calm her, to assure her he was just happy to be with her, that her pleasure would fulfill him if that's all she wished for. He might have to find a bathroom nearby before he could fit comfortably back in his armor, but he-
"Pfft."
He glanced back down at her in confusion and noticed her face flushing further as her snicker turned into a guffaw. Unable to stop his own, he dropped his forehead against hers, their chests shaking with laughter as she gazed adoringly at him.
"Sorry," she said in a hushed whisper. "I'm nervous."
"I couldn't tell," he grinned back cheekily. She shoved lightly at his chest and narrowed her eyes playfully. "Me too," he confessed, his own voice quiet between them. "Do you still want- "
"Yes."
Sara grabbed the back of Tiran's neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She pressed soft kisses across his nose and cheeks and nipped lightly at his mandibles. With a gentle nudge of his nose under her jaw, he tipped her head back and peppered gentle kisses all the way down her neck to her breasts. His tongue flicked out to circle her nipples before he grazed his teeth lightly over each one, pleased by the way she arched against him.
His cock twitched, desperate for attention and so achingly hard. He slid an arm around Sara's waist and leaned back on his heels. With his free hand, he rubbed the head back and forth over her cunt ever so slowly to tease her, and grinned when she growled in annoyance. She met his eyes pleadingly and he nodded back to her before nudging the tip inside her. She clung to his shoulders, fingers scrabbling for purchase as she opened up around him.
He used the gravity to bring her down further on him, bucking slightly when Sara began to bounce. She reached between their bodies and held him steady as he slid deeper. She was halfway down and had stopped with a whine, lips pressed to his neck as she panted desperately.
"Easy now," he murmured.
"Tiran," she whined.
"Such a troublemaker," he said with a teasing shake of his head.
She let out a desperate whine, brows crinkled in frustration.
"Hush, Sara. Be my good girl and relax."
He felt her taut thigh muscles go slack around him, making it easy for him to move flat on his back with her thighs hugging his. Having her atop him like this allowed for her to take his cock more deeply and at her own pace. She pressed both palms against his chest and rocked slowly back and forth. He massaged her legs steadily to help her thighs spread wider. She let out a soft gasp as she took more of him and he had to fight to maintain some awareness instead of slipping into a frenzy and pounding her into the mattress. Another time, maybe.
She was almost there, almost all the way. He glanced down to where they were joined and nearly spent himself at the sight. He gently rubbed around her clit, unable to hold back a wicked grin when her thighs began to tremble as she slid down fully.
"My good girl," he groaned as he shifted and felt her walls clench around him.
Her eyes sparked open as she beamed triumphantly down at him.
"Yours," she murmured with a quick kiss to his nose.
They paused together, steadied their breathing, and he watched entranced as she rose slightly and slid back down. Her hips circled over his, her breath ragged and all he could do was watch as she rode him, her eyes softening at the awed expression on his face. She slid a hand down her stomach to her cunt to rub her clit as she rose up on her knees above him. He quickly tugged her back down and swatted her hand away to replace it with his own.
Unable to stop himself, he bent his legs and planted his feet further apart to have enough leverage to drive up into her. She gasped in shock and tipped forward onto his chest, thighs wide and hugging his hips as his chest rumbled with pleasure. He grabbed her hips and ground her down onto him, rubbing her clit against the protective plating above his slit. She went breathless each time she rocked against him and tried to hurry him along.
He pinched her side playfully and shook his head, laughing softly as she whined and swatted at his chest. When he felt a familiar sensation low in his belly, he relaxed his hold on her and let her move at the pace she wanted. Her movements were jerky and hasty and wonderful and- Stars burst behind his eyelids as they snapped shut and he came inside her. The sensation of her fluttering cunt was even better as he emptied himself into her, as he heard her low moan of satisfaction before she collapsed against him.
"Tiran," she mumbled sleepily.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
Her body was limp and pliable as his talons scraped lightly over her spine.
"You have to stay. We have… paperwork."
"I'm pretty sure the guard is aware of what we were actually doing, Pathfinder."
Sara groaned and thumped her forehead against his chest, grumbling further when his laughter disrupted her. She peeked up at him through the haze of satiation and exhaustion.
"You know, if you're wanting me to be more fuel efficient, that was a terrible argument for it."
An unfamiliar swelling began in his chest, a fullness, a contentment. He gathered her against him and stroked her back softly until her breathing slowed.
Author's note: Just watched Arcane over the last couple of weeks and I've got some ideas buzzing around. I wish the hyper fixations would hold on a bit longer for other media but I go where they summon me lol. This is a hint of smut but mostly angst. Reader is Felicia's sister who works at the Undercity brothel. Happy Reading, lovelies 💜
Word Count: 1,608
Silco's office looked just the same as always. He held you on his knee as he flipped through paperwork. All for show, you thought. He was barely taking time to analyze each page, just anxious to have something to do to put off the inevitable.
"I can ask Sevika to walk me back if you don't have need of me tonight."
His right hand flexed where it gripped your outer thigh.
"I would not have sent for you if I did not have need of you."
Your lips pursed as you leaned forward, elbows braced on his desk, and noted the lack of personal items. Silco's gaze dropped to the curve of your ass, where your hips flared out as both of your thighs clenched around one of his. He finally gave up the farce of sorting through paperwork and leaned forward as well, caging you against his desk.
"You know I do not desire an unwilling partner, so if that is your reasoning, you are welcome to leave."
"My... dislike of you has nothing to do with us having sex."
Silco coughed, startled by your straightforwardness. His right hand gripped your thigh tighter as his voice came closer to your ear.
"Have you been with anyone else?"
"You ask me every time," you groused.
He pinched lightly at the exposed skin at the top of the slit that ran up your thigh.
"And you well know that every time I demand an answer."
"No, Silco," you sighed. "No one else. You send more than enough to Babette to compensate for that."
"And you're being treated well?"
"The very best," you snarked.
His pinch was rougher this time, a scowl in his voice as he began to speak.
"Your sarcasm is unnecessary."
"Why don't you just keep me with you? Then you can have access whenever and I don't have to come all the way here."
His tone turned soothing as he rubbed at the spot where he'd pinched your skin.
"You know that Jinx can't know you're here. It would unsettle her."
"And what does she think you're up to now? Sevika tells me she can often be found in the rafters of your office."
He sighed with displeasure.
"Sevika must learn to keep her mouth shut. As for Jinx, I merely told her that I have company."
"How often do you have company?"
He laughed humorlessly.
"Jealous, are we? Worry not, I only ask of you what I demand of myself. It is only you."
You leaned back into his chest, accepting the arm that slid around your waist, pulling you tighter to him.
"I miss her. I want to see her."
"She is... not as you likely remember."
"I don't care. She's family and Felicia would rise from her grave if she knew I wasn't taking care of her daughter."
"Soon," he murmured.
Tears pricked at your eyes, the familiar word a blade to your heart. Always soon and soon never comes.
Silco shifted underneath you, a subtle sign he was preparing to stand. You rose together, bodies flush against each other. His lips and teeth were tender against your neck, sucking and nipping as he knew you liked. With a harsh kick, he sent his chair flying back and guided you toward the couch that had been witness to many nights with you.
His hand slid along your back and around your waist as he circled you to drop down and lean back against the cushions. He waited as he always did, eyes trained on your figure, limned by the neon lights that entered through the window. You made quick work of his belt and his trousers, tugging lightly so he'd lift up and allow you to bring them down further.
His cock, ready for your touch, twitched at your attentions as you stroked him gently. You pulled his shirt up, grinning as he shot you an admonishing look before promptly yanking it back down. It was always like this with him, half-dressed, routine, almost clinical. He was always ready to run at a moment's notice and sex was no different.
"Let me see you," you begged softly.
"Not this time," he chided.
"Soon, not this time," you muttered. "They're both starting to sound like never."
He glared at you, his Adam's apple bobbing. This was a part of the game you played - riling him up to the point sex would be rough, fast, almost quick enough that you could forgive yourself for enjoying it, pretend you hadn't cared for him for years, hadn't wanted him even before he'd contributed to the death of your sister and her partner. You would even try to pretend you didn't care for him still.
You suspected that was also why he'd chosen you - someone he could hold at arms length and yet who was still capable of seeing the truth of him. He wanted to be seen so desperately, to be intimately known, and yet it remained his greatest fear. And so the two of you continued your little game.
You rose, thigh muscles trembling slightly as you bunched up your dress around your hips and sank down onto him. His hand slipped from between your bodies where he'd been holding his cock steady for you. His head dropped back with a thump, a deep sigh slipping from his lips.
You rode hard and fast as you knew he wanted, moaning in relief when his thumb began to circle your clit. At least he was gentleman enough to not leave you unsatisfied. His eyes were closed as always, brow furrowed in concentration. A surge of anger rose, burning through your chest and up your throat.
You grabbed his jaw, knowing any lower would send him into a panic. His eyes flew open in shock. Normally you barely touched him, the most perhaps when you gripped his shoulders to brace yourself and never something so intimate as his face.
"If you're going to demand me all to yourself, the least you can do is look at me when you cum."
He twitched inside you, a shudder running through his very being as he processed your words. It was a long moment before he gathered himself enough to speak.
"I cannot. If I do, I must face my greatest shame."
Your mouth trembled as you rolled your hips forcefully, eliciting a groan from his usually quiet lips.
"I am not my sister."
"No," he panted. "That you are not."
"Do you wish I were?"
"Wishing," he mused. "I have not wished for something in ages."
As your grip tightened on his jaw, his gaze flicked back to you.
"But no. I... miss her. I did not want her, though."
"Is that the truth?"
"Would it matter if it were not?"
He looked at you, a wry smirk twisting his lips that swiftly turned to shock when you nodded at him. He considered you for a moment before allowing his eyes to soften imperceptibly as he whispered his next words.
"I will only ever strive to be truthful with you. I will not make you any vows I do not intend to keep."
His hand stroked down your side, grazing underneath your breast. A desperate curiosity stirred within you.
"You say you did not want her. Do you want me?"
He scoffed, his hips rocking up into yours as if in answer.
"Is now the time you truly wish to have this conversation?"
"Do you know of any better time?"
"Preferably never," he muttered.
You ceased your movements, eyes ablaze with anger. He bucked up, trying to bring your hips back down to his.
"Now? Truly?"
You slid down oh so slowly, clenching tight around him when he was fully seated.
"Fine, yes," he hissed as if you were dragging his response from the very depths of him. "If you insist on pestering me about this, I will answer."
His head dropped back once more, eyes roving over the ceiling before he heaved a deep sigh.
"I have wanted many things and many more still to come. Most are for the good of Zaun. But you... you I want for myself."
The anger that lingered in your throat dissipated and shifted to a terrifying new emotion that choked your words. Your hand slid from his jaw to his cheek, silently pleading for him to meet your eyes. A thrill shot through you as he did, and all the while his ministrations at the apex of your thighs continued.
Your chests heaved with shared emotion, too fragile to be spoken aloud. His free hand gripped your hip tightly as his orgasm roared through him, his eyes beginning to flutter. To his credit, he held your gaze as long as he could, just long enough for you to climax and fall against his chest.
Silco's weary bones chilled easily and he reveled in this, his favorite part of an encounter with you. He enjoyed your form limp against his chest as sticky heat seeped through his clothes, your breaths soft puffs against his neck.
When your legs were steady enough, you rose to clean yourself up while he adjusted his length back into in his trousers. He watched you slip a mask on before your hood was tugged up and you turned the key in the lock, prepared to go find Sevika to accompany you back to the brothel.
As you slipped away, his chest ached more than usual, wishing you'd ask to stay longer. Maybe if you did, he'd work up the courage, find the words to properly express his complicated affection for you.
Author's Note: I am deeply sorry it’s been so long since I posted. I love to write but haven’t had much inspiration or motivation this year for various reasons. Hoping to get back into it. I realize this isn’t BG3 and I do still plan to continue those pieces, but I feel like the two games fit well enough together to be on the same blog.
Welcome to my new hyperfixation lol. I’ve just finished Part 10, so no spoilers beyond that. Thanks for reading. 💛
*Suggestive, no full-on smut. Hurt/comfort. Age gap mentioned.
Taash had taken your weapon from you after you collapsed. Your muscles had fully given up and begun to shake after you battled yet another fucking dragon. To your utter embarrassment, you were now being awkwardly carted between Taash and Lace through the Vi'Revas and into the Lighthouse. You stumbled along between them, feet dragging as your head lolled against Taash's arm. Somehow you managed enough strength to tap Lace weakly on the shoulder.
"Take me to my room, please."
Taash halted in their walk, jerking you and Lace back with the sudden stop. Amusement rang through their words as they teased, "He's going to find out."
"Not if you don't tell him," you scowled in return.
"And what if he asks? Am I supposed to lie to him? I thought you wanted us to be friends."
"Just tell him I'm sleeping or something. It will be the truth, so no lies required and your budding friendship shall remain in tact."
"Okay but you said he told you that you were pushing yourself too hard," Lace grumbled sternly with a nudge against your bruised side that made you release your breath in a sharp hiss. "We can all see it... you have to take care of yourself, Rook."
"Just... my room, please."
You gave a heavy sigh as you arrived at the stairs, readying yourself for the climb. Taash paused, slid an arm around your waist and handed off the weapons to Lace who groaned under their weight. With a swift motion, you were swung up into their arms as they ascended the stairs with ease.
"I'll come back for you," they called over their shoulder.
A muffled "uh-huh" was all they got in response. Thankfully nobody was in the library as you came through, leaving Taash able to hurry down the hall to your room and shut the door with a soft nudge of their boot. They deposited you with care onto your chaise before stepping back and shifting awkwardly side to side.
"Uh, you need anything? Bandages or somethin'?"
"No, thanks. And I'll get my weapon later. Thank you for getting me back."
"Alright. Feel better and uh, we do worry about you, you know. you don't have to do this alone."
The door shut quietly after a few moments. With your head pounding and your chest aching beyond just the bruises, you curled against the cushion, tugged your cloak over your head, and slipped into the darkness.
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You woke hours later to the smell of food that you recognized as the paella that Lucanis had made from time to time. You sat up quickly, letting out a groan as your body screamed in protest.
"Easy now, darling."
A cool hand came to rest on your forehead, your partner's gentle touch soothing your aching mind.
"Emmrich?"
You blinked blearily up at him, barely able to open your eyes yet.
"I'm here, Rook. Let's get some food in you and then you can go back to sleep."
His voice was a warm caress, capable of relaxing your worn muscles and easing you into a quiet contentment. You forced yourself to sit up, to rest against the arm of the chaise and reached for the nearby plate. Your sprained wrist had weakened your hand, leaving you unable to grasp it. Emmrich, far too observant for his own good, immediately noticed.
"Wrist bothering you?"
You nodded tersely and glanced away.
"Which one?"
"... the left."
Your eyes flicked back to him and your heart sank at the tightness in his jaw and his reluctance to meet your gaze.
"Many people depend on you, my love. And if there is a future beyond the gods and monsters and blight, it will not be much of one without you in it. I will tend to your wrist but the rest can only be truly healed when you allow your body to relax."
"But- you just said that people are depending on me. I don't have time- "
"And you will help them tomorrow. But not if you don't rest tonight."
Your teeth ground together as you tried to remind yourself that it's only because he cares and he's right but-
"Scowl at me all you wish, dearest. You do know how much I enjoy your sterner side."
His teasing caused the expression to slip from your face, replacing it with a blush that scorched.
"Oh, no. It seems you've got a fever, darling."
He placed his cool hand once more on your warm forehead and cheeks. Against your will, your face broke into a begrudging smile.
"I think you know damn well this has nothing to do with a fever," you grumbled as you gestured toward your heated face.
His returning smirk was devastating as he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss under the curve of your jaw. At your soft moan of delight, he released one of his own, heavy with need. He stood slowly and adjusted his length that was now pressed tightly against the fastenings of his trousers. He watched you with a wry look, watched as your tongue darted out and swiped over your lips as you admired his form.
"I imagine it goes without saying that the desire you feel is most assuredly mutual."
Eyes glued to him, you leaned forward and began to reach for him only to have him lightly swat you away. He chuckled softly at the pout that pushed your bottom lip out and cupped your chin in one hand. His lips were so incredibly soft as he kissed your forehead before trailing over to your ear.
"Be good," he murmured. "When you're healed and well-rested, we can play out all the scenarios that are currently racing through your thoughts."
"Oh, can you read minds now?"
You hesitantly settled back against the chaise with a wince. His teasing face softened to an achingly adoring expression.
"Only yours, my love. Now hold still while I tend to your wrist."
"I won't be able to eat; I can't hold the plate."
He scoffed, a playful offense bleeding into his tone.
"As if I would ever let you starve. I'll feed you and in between bites, you can tell me a story all about a brilliant hero besting a dragon."
"Is this hero also good-looking?"
The corners of his mouth twitched as he focused on wrapping a bandage snugly around your wrist.
"Devastatingly so... or so I'm told."
"And charming?"
He sighed playfully, a rosy pink appearing on his cheeks.
"Immensely. I also hear they managed to sneak their way into a weary, old necromancer's heart."
"Well you're right about some things, I am charming and quite sneaky. But you aren't old or weary, so who is this necromancer you mentioned? Is it... Vorgoth?"
Emmrich's motions froze at your playfully whispered words and he looked up at you, woefully unimpressed with your teasing. You cupped his cheek with your free hand and smiled softly as he rested against it.
"You aren't too old for me, Emmrich. I care for you because of your kindness, because even with people who may not understand your passions, you are patient and always willing to teach and to learn about the world around you. I really admire you. And I am an adult, you know, capable of deciding for myself the relationships I want to pursue. The affection I feel for you is more than fleeting. We're two souls that happened to cross paths, that's all."
"That's all, you say," he mused. "As if it isn't the most magnificent and truly miraculous event that you and I should meet and care for each other as we do. And as if it isn't the most unfair thing in the world that I'm this much older than you and- "
"Emmrich, sweetheart."
You cut him off before his thoughts could spiral any further and waited for him to look at you. His eyes were widened and mournful, his lips slightly parted.
"Where are you, Emmrich?"
"In your room, with you."
"That's right. And what's happening right now?"
The flash of panic in his eyes betrayed the words that were soon to slip from his mouth.
"Right now, Emmrich. This moment, here in this room. You and me. That's all there is, all that exists, all that matters."
You raised his free hand to your chest to place his hand over your steady heartbeat before placing yours over his fluttering one. Soon, his quickened breaths slowed, his pulse returning to a calm rhythm. His forehead dropped to your shoulder.
"Rook," he whispered, a desperate plea for assurance, for promises unable to be made, for a guaranteed tomorrow.
You pressed a kiss to the soft silver strands of his hair.
You’re more than welcome to drop something in the box, but I’ve had ✨a series of unfortunate events✨ happening in my personal life over the last while that has prevented me from writing so I can’t guarantee when I’ll get to it. 💛
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New icon of my bardsona, courtesy of @infernaldaydreams 💜 if you aren’t already following Lex, I highly suggest you change that.
Utilizing this lil post to say I’ve been scribbling in my notebook for the past week with a surge of inspiration. It’ll take a bit to unscramble some of it since I jumped between ideas/requests but I’m hoping to post something within the week. 💜
Let's keep in mind the horrifying reality that way more than 35,000 Palestinians have been murdered by Israel. That's just a total of deaths directly from bombs, etc. There's deaths from intentional starvation, succumbing to injuries and other medical emergencies because of destruction of hospitals, and so on and so forth.
Hi everyone, this will eventually get filled out as my pinned info post, but for now, here's a doodle letting you know I'm on inprnt now.
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You can find a couple of my art there like my latest Minthara render and many of my Rolans. Inprnt has a lot of sales so they're pretty well priced for anyone who is interested. Honestly though I'm just happy with your reblogs, tags, likes, comments, and responses to my work. As always, thank you!
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Do you know anything i can donate to for palestine that's not the gofundmes because the idea of having to choose who needs my money more is just. scary to me they all need it 3: maybe there's a thing that splits/distributes money evenly???? idk but help would be appreciated
Gazafunds actually deals with this anxiety and makes a decision for you if you want. Their home page has a spotlighted fundraiser and the code consider things like how close the gfm is to finishing, when the most recent donation is, etc. So it’s randomized to help as many people as possible.
There’s also @helpgazachildren which if you donate, you can help multiple people at once since it’s a whole mutual aid fund, or at least close to it. Hussam distributes money to people who need it when he’s asked.
Popping in not with Zevlor thoughts but just to see how you’re doing.
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Hellooo~ I’m okie for the most part. Writing a bit but everything is mostly coming out in little bursts and not as comprehensively as I’d like. So it’s been a little bit of everything rather than being able to focus on a single thing.
Landlords have official buyers (I think) so hopefully people won’t be coming in and out of the home for showings anymore. V happy about that.
Baby Z had a vet appointment and she had to be sedated as usual so that was a time~ She got lots of rest and some treats when I could feed her so she’s better now. Sleepy dog tax
Mother’s Day is always weird bc I’m not super close to my ma/parents in general.
Hopefully coming out of the icky feelings and getting a chance to breathe soon will help get the creative juices flowing again.
Thanks for checking on me, my shooting star anonnie 💛
Author's note: Sorry for the time away, friends~ Thanks a million for your patience. <3 Finally out of the training period of my new job and jumping into working that much after having a stretch of unemployment was sapping the life out of me, so now I'm trying to find the color in the world again.
Thank you dearly to @pomegranateruin for providing the idea on twitter and giving approval for me to write some of my own headcanons. Also please don't miss out on his art (especially involving Gale and a pillow).
Obviously NSFW below the cut, my darlings. (Also if anybody cares to share their favorite professor Gale artwork, my inbox is open. 👀) Feels less headcanon-y and more a jumbled mess of bloodweave, but I hope you guys enjoy it all the same. ✨
Astarion is clearly the instigator. Professor Gale would be in the middle of teaching a class when he receives the text (always keeps his phone nearby in case of emergencies) and would be weak as soon as he saw the clip of Astarion stroking himself. Would 100% have to grip the podium nearby as he's fully weak in the knees before having to pretend that he doesn't have a raging boner for the duration of that class.
Once he's gotten back to his office, his shaky fingers stumble over the keyboard as he sends out an email that classes are cancelled for the rest of the day. He'd hastily shed his jacket and fumble with his zipper as he tries to thrust against his palm to give himself just an ounce of relief.
Because he's neglected to respond for so long, Astarion's caller ID photo, complete with a wicked grin, appears and startles him. He answers quickly, thankful to the gods that his partner didn't attempt to FaceTime him so maybe he could gather himself, rather than quickly dissolving into a pathetic mess.
"Hello, darling. I messaged you just a while ago and hadn't heard back, so I wanted to check on you." He can almost hear the edges of Astarion's mouth curling up with mirth, nearly hidden behind the concerned caress of his voice. After a quick conversation, interrupted by someone trying to come into Astarion's office, Gale decides that two can play that game and sends his own picture - his weeping cock on full display, a tuft of curly hair visible at the base. Astarion quickly responds with a, "Too bad I won't be able attend to you until tonight, pet xx"
Gale quickly packs his things up, briefcase in hand, coat tossed over his arm and held close to his front to hide the tent in his trousers. He can barely get over to Astarion's office quickly enough.
Astarion is in his office across the city, grumpy about the constant interruptions, grumpy about the absurd amount of paperwork strewn about his desk. His sleeves are rolled up to the elbow and his forearms have ink smeared across them from the many signatures that have had barely any time to dry before a knock sounds at his door. With a scowl, he flicks his eyes up to the door and back to the paperwork in his hand before snapping, "Come in if you must."
A sharp intake of breath causes him to look up again and he freezes at the sight of his partner in the doorway, windswept, little pieces of his hair falling around his face pulled from where it had been pinned back so neatly earlier. Gale lets out a soft wheeze as he shuts the door behind himself and locks the door with a flick of his fingers.
He drops his briefcase and coat across the chaise pushed against a wall in Astarion's office before stalking forward and bracing his hands on the edge of the desk. "Do you know how long it took me to get here?" Astarion's shocked expression has turned into one of mild amusement before quirking an eyebrow in a silent question. Gale rounds the desk, now bracing his hands against the arms of Astarion's chair. "Too long."
Astarion leans back, shifting in the chair as Gale's fingers reach down for the buttons on his vest. Astarion reaches up to slide his finger under one of Gale's suspenders and let it snap back against his chest with an audible pop.
"I'm quite surprised you abandoned your classes for the day to come see me." Gale scoffs and Astarion shudders as his beard tickles the side of his neck as Gale presses soft, needy kisses there.
"Did you truly think I wouldn't come to you after you sent such a thing?"
"Did I scandalize you, professor?" Gale groans softly, loving the term on Astarion's lips, loving the way his partner's deft fingers are tugging at his trousers, unclipping his suspenders at the back to be able to push them down his trembling thighs.
Astarion can't help but grin as Gale's forehead falls softly against his own. Gale's breath comes out shakily, his voice faint as Astarion's hand wraps around him. "Are you going to fine me for public indecency?"
Astarion barks out a laugh, nipping lightly at Gale's ear before gently tugging him forward by the cock and murmuring, "Depends, darling. How quiet can you be?"
hi love you guys do me a favor. big big big BIG breath in right now all the way all the way breathe in feel your belly expanding hold hold hold.. hold.. now everything out like ur a deflating balloon. whoosh. whooooooooosh. imagine water streaming from the top of your head down your shoulders off the ends of your fingertips and toes. u are a reed in a river a beam of pure light a steady anvil solid and heavy. ok that was all thank u
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Hiii! I hope you're doing okay and not over stressing yourself! Please make sure you stay hydrated! Love your writing! 33
This is so sweet, thank you for checking in. 💛 I’ve got a couple more weeks of training and then should be able to cut back a bit hopefully allowing some time for me to feel like a human and create like I want to.
Currently working on a short thing for Karlach based on a prompt I saw on here the other day and headcanoning that when she got sad about going through the underdark and the shadowlands, not being able to see the sky, Astarion sewed some stars on her tent so she could have the illusion of it at least.
More ramblies on the personal stuff below for people who are curious:
Been unemployed for a bit and having a tough time going from nothing to instant 40 hrs a week. I did mention in my interview that I wanted to work 3 days max (unless someone was out) after my training period so that should start soon, thankfully. Everybody has been super nice, but it doesn’t stop the overwhelm when I’m just constantly surrounded by stimulus.
I’m an xray tech and our workspace is usually dim, but I’ve been training to fill in at the surgery center, operating one of these. (Called a C-arm.)
Unfortunately in the surgery center, fluorescent lights are the norm and I have to stand all day wearing heavy lead so my body hurts when I get home. I’m just so damn tired, y’all.
I started accommodating myself in different areas of my life in the last couple years and started listening to my body when it says it’s time to stop and so I’m trying not to push myself too much, but a lot of times it just feels like I’m playing a role and still giving so much that when I drop the mask at home, I’m a husk of a person.
So if anybody has tips on avoiding burnout, pls send em my way bc I still haven’t mastered it. 😬
