Do exactly as I tell you

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TELL THEM As a rule, the best approach is the direct approach. No need to mince words. Let’s get to the good stuff! how to play. - Don’t leave a blank comment. All top levels should contain one sexual direction (‘touch this,’ ‘put your mouth here,’ ‘SUCK MY-’ ... you get the picture). - Others will reply, taking on the role of an intimate partner. - Thread!

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Ninia, KEEPER OF THE BLADE | original

[internofdestiny]

Put your dick in my mouth.

terra | teen titans | f/m

[rockandrolled]

Wanna feel your fingers...there.

Sinthia Schmidt | marvel

[abyssum_invocat]

Don't touch that.

[prefers_magneto]

[He looks at her oddly, his hand lingering just short of taking the salt shaker.]

...The salt?

just now realized I did not catch the 'sexual' part of this meme BUT TOO LATE NOW

[abyssum_invocat]

I'm not done with it yet.

[ She doesn't take her hands out of her lap as if to take it from him, but while she concentrates on it the little glass jar begins to rise, wobbling, into the air over her food. She manages to get it to stay up for most of what she needs, though fine control is much harder for her than simply moving an object. When the shaker falls out of her telekinetic grip, she catches it before it hits the plate.

Someone has very fast reflexes indeed. ]

Meh we do what we want

[prefers_magneto]

[He watches carefully.]

You're getting better. Have you been working on it with Charles?

[abyssum_invocat]

Some. He helps more with the telepathy part.

The other two are harder to practice. I can't practice alone in case I end up stuck somewhere in a wall. [ Or that was the concern; she could walk through most objects as easily as if they were tissue paper, and if she knew where she was going and could see it, she could teleport. She'd gone as far as from one end of the grounds to the other and back, but Charles didn't like her overexerting herself. Something about the way she'd manifested so early, and under the influence of unknown and experimental drugs, and not knowing what it could do.

Sinthia shrugged, setting the salt shaker back where it had been for Erik. ] He worries that because I...manifested so early, it might cause problems later.

[ It's hard to bring up torture at the dinner table, even to someone who experience the same thing, though inthia has no tattoo on her arm like he does. ]

[prefers_magneto]

[Erik looks unconvinced. He sits down across from her.]

What sort of problems?

[abyssum_invocat]

He thinks...because they injected me with a lot of drugs and...hurt me to make me manifest, that I might hurt myself if I push too hard.

Or hurt someone else. We don't know if my mutation was natural-born or not.

[prefers_magneto]

We all manifest... under duress. They hurt me to make me manifest. Using my powers now... it doesn't hurt me. Though it was Charles that taught me to control them completely, because I had... first gained access to them in darkness and I thought I needed the darkness to make them work. So my advice to you would be to... explore how they work for you when you feel different things and see if different feelings make it easier or harder to use them.

[abyssum_invocat]

I already know. Being angry, or afraid makes it much easier to do anything. But it's harder to stop.

[ She'd almost destroyed the bedroom she'd been given when she'd had a bad nightmare; the whole room had been shaking, an had she not been very very quick to react, Sinthia would have been pinned underneath the toppled (and very full) bookshelf. ] I gave us both nosebleeds yesterday.

[prefers_magneto]

Things happen. Charles knows what he's getting into.

[abyssum_invocat]

I don't...want to hurt people. [ There has already been too much of that in her short life, not that many people know the entire extent. It's not really a story to share over dinner. ]

I haven't gotten stuck again since I fell through the stairs, though. He says I should practice with you too. [ She's really not running out of things to move, but catching something already in motion could use work. And the tennis ball launcher is predictable. ]

[prefers_magneto]

[Erik laughs.] With me? Now there's something he doesn't usually recommend. Doing what?

[abyssum_invocat]

Trying to take things out of your grasp, I suppose.

If it's metal you should be able to hold onto it. He says I need more fine control, that...I have power behind my movements but not....I don't remember the word.

Finesse?

[prefers_magneto]

That sounds like Charles. So concerned about elegance. All right. Let's go.

[He gets up and heads out of the dining room, not waiting to see if she follows him; he clearly expects she will.]

[abyssum_invocat]

...Where are we going?

[ She'll follow him at least for a short while, but Sinthia is the curious sort, if a little more withdrawn than normal around almost everyone not Erik. Erik understands exactly what kind of torture she's been through; he went through much the same thing. If anyone's going to be able to have even a little bit of her trust, it's him. ]

[prefers_magneto]

To teach you control. But you're not going to take things from me. I'm going to send things towards you and you're going to deflect them so they don't hit you in the face. And then, when you've had enough practice with that, you're going to catch them. And I don't mean with your hands.

[abyssum_invocat]

[ She wishes that didn't make as much sense as it does. ]

So you're going to throw balls at me.

[ ...Hopefully, balls. Now she's a little more apprehensive, and there's more space between them, she's not catching up to Erik's leggy strides as she usually does. ] What happens if I don't catch them?

[prefers_magneto]

Balls? Do you think I don't respect you or do you not respect yourself? If you don't catch them, they'll hit you in the face; I just said.

[abyssum_invocat]

I think I have no idea what you plan on throwing at me. And I would like to not be hit in the face.

[prefers_magneto]

Then you'll have to deflect them, won't you? [He looks at her over his shoulder to raise an eyebrow at her.]

[abyssum_invocat]

...Is this why Charles rarely recommends people working with you?

[ She's not overly concerned by the idea of him pitching things at her; that is a concept she's rather amazed no one's thought of before. But the lack of subtlety when Erik speaks about it is beginning to illustrate just how different he and Charles Xavier are. ]

[prefers_magneto]

Actually, I think he's more concerned about the ideas I put in people's heads than the things I physically throw at them.

[Once they're in the garage, he walks to one end, backwards, while gesturing to the other end.]

Go down there. I'll start with easy stuff. [ie stuff that won't hurt much if she gets smacked in the face with it.]

[abyssum_invocat]

And what ideas are you usually putting in people's heads?

[ Plainly not trusting him entirely, she does move down the far end of the garage well enough; she's ready to block or throw back anything he might toss at her. ]

[prefers_magneto]

A wrench suddenly flies straight at her.

"Revolution, of course. How hadn't you heard?"

[abyssum_invocat]

Sinthia shrieks as she blocks the wrench, both hands flaring up as she ducks her head, fearing getting hit by the thing hurtling towards her head.

"...Evidently not."

[prefers_magneto]

"Mm. Then I guess Charles keeping me away from teaching subjects that dovetail with it has been working."

A tool box shoots into the air, turns over and dumps out its tools, but they don't fall. They all shoot towards her.

[abyssum_invocat]

Almost immediately Sinthia all but curls into a ball, crouched down as small as she can go. Nothing looks out of place or in any way unfamiliar, but the air around her shimmers just a bit as if there were an undulating sheet of plastic between him and her.

The tools seem to stop, vibrating in the air as they halt abruptly before ever touching Sinthia. "If this is your usual teaching method I can see why he's nervous," she mutters, lifting her head: her hands are trembling where they're wrapped around her knees, and a thin trickle of blood is dripping from her nose down towards her lips.

[prefers_magneto]

He studies her for a second.

"Did one of them get through?"

[abyssum_invocat]

Remarkably quickly, she counts the tools--wrenches and such--and frowns. "No?" she questions, looking up. And then she feels the trickling wet sensation, touching her fingertips to it and immediately sighing. And tilting her head back.

The barrier doesn't drop, though.

If nothing else, she is an extremely fast study.

[prefers_magneto]

"Does that always happen when you exert yourself?" Erik asks.

whoops misfire

[abyssum_invocat]

"Not always. But fairly often," she says slowly. "That's why Charles thought I should work with you."