[ID: Drawing In Two Panels.

[ID: Drawing in two panels.

First: Sai's upper face is visible behind a sheet of paper which he is drawing on.

Second: On the sheet of paper is written: "notes". Sai drew Shikamaru's face, labeled "extra pointy" and Lee's face, labeled "extra round". End ID]

hey sai whatcha drawing 

Kinkmas 2020: Day Nine

Prompt: Corruption w/ Lee

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Corruption, Loss of Virginity, Fingering, Oral, Unprotected Sex, Creampie || Characters: Rock Lee, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

Lee’s voice was shaky and unsure as you positioned yourself on his lap, “Are… Are you sure it is okay we are doing this?”

“Yes, it’s okay we’re doing this. I want to do it, so if you also want to do it it’s okay. If you’re uncomfortable, tell me?”

His head nodded quickly before he quietly gasped when your hands rested on his chest. When your boyfriend told you he was entirely and totally a virgin, never touched, never kissed, it didn’t exactly surprise you. Lee was a loving person but reserved in his affections, especially romantic affections. He was adamant about saving himself for someone who he loved deeply and loved him just as much. That’s what left you in your predicament now. You both knew your love went deep for the other and Lee sheepishly admitted he wanted you to be his first. The words were sweet and you’d be lying if you said the idea of taking his virginity didn’t turn you on.

Afficher davantage

parenthood really sneaks up on ya

my partner has lived with me for 2 years and it took until very very recently for me to realize that if I get stuck in Executive Dysfunction Can’t Do Task Mode Guilt Spiral Paralysis, I can say to him (or message him) “I’m stuck” and he will… help?

like 99% of the time there’s a real reason I get “stuck”, maybe my next task has too many steps for my current energy level, or there are multiple things that need doing and I can’t decide which to do first, or I’m trying to think through the multi-step task but there’s an unknown factor that could throw everything off (like, ok I will go to the kitchen, I will get eggs out of the fridge, I will turn on the stove and crack eggs into a pan… but I can’t remember if that pan is clean, what if I have to wash it? better start over. I will go to the kitchen, I will wash the pan, I will get eggs out of the fridge… do we have enough eggs? etc) 

but lately I say to my partner “I’m stuck” and he says “how can I help” and I can say “I need to shift the laundry and cook dinner but I only have energy for one of those so it should be the laundry because that’s already started but I was really looking forward to cooking” and he will just quietly go shift the laundry so I can cook. Or one time I wanted to drink the iced coffee I had in the fridge because it was summer, but the AC was on and I felt cold, so I should just make hot coffee, only I had already made the cold coffee and it wouldn’t keep forever, only I was too cold to enjoy it… and eventually I told my my partner this and he just, turned off the AC?? which never would have occurred to me lol. 

and I’m writing this not to be all like “ooooh my boyfwiend uwu” but mostly because… his approach is so opposite how my parents ever responded to Can’t Do Task Mode in myself or my siblings. I remember my mom yelling at my brother “You’re stuck! GET UNSTUCK! GET UNSTUCK!” so that’s what my brain does when I’m stuck. I just yell at myself to move and don’t move and asking for help feels unbelievably shameful because I SHOULD just be able to Not Be Like This. But I’m not, and I can’t. I need help sometimes and that’s ok. Just because my brain has decided something is a Massive Obstacle doesn’t mean that it’s a proportionately Massive Burden to anyone I might ask for help. If you’re beating yourself up because you can’t handle something tiny, why shouldn’t you pass it off to someone for whom it IS tiny?

but in order to do that you need a helper who doesn’t judge and editorialize, and I never had that until now. I hope to live in a world where parents of neurodivergent children act like my partner, not like my parents. Knowing that I CAN ask taught me to pick out WHAT to ask, and knowing what specific bit of the situation you’re snagged on is incredibly helpful for coping with executive dysfunction. When there was no help, there was no point in figuring out where the problem lay. I wish my siblings and I and all the other similar kids hadn’t been asked “What’s your problem?” as a rhetorical question. It’s so hard to unlearn that judgement.