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postersofleon · 9 months ago

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Honey Has Value

In Leon's first mission, everyone warned him about the merchants that come every once in a while during dangerous situations. Nobody knows them. But everyone trusts them enough. Even Krauser, who was very sensitive in whom to trust with his weaponry. The merchants are the most chaotic neutral people who would sell to any person who had enough gold or anything in value. During one of his missions, Leon finally saw one of the merchants.

content: smut

notes: pre resident evil four; afab fem!reader; he forgot to socialize thanks to working in the military; reader is pretty femme by wearing a black dress; sexual frustrations coming from leon; small mentions of rotting flesh, leon is an awkward flirt; guys, even though i write smut, i hate booktok, does that make sense or i'm giltching in the system. smallish smut, little story.

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Leon could believe in Umbrella's cruel experiments. He had seen these monsters who are kindly called bioweapons, and even though Leon isn't forced to fight against them. He sometimes saw the creatures they turned into, and that was enough for a young rookie cop to see. He then had to mistrust his own government for wanting to harm a young child. Leon panicked and immediately a blackmail was tied around his throat.

A perfect noose around him. A traumatized man can't go back to his old life. Leon had to help a girl he barely saw in the tragedy of Raccoon City.

All because of his stupid want to help people. He was sinking in this damn hole depression, and he wasn't even allowed to go to therapy. When he was excited to talk to Claire, she wasn't there because she was still searching her missing brother.

Leon was alone. Leon didn't even have time with Sherry.

He believed in all of these faults of the world. It was a nasty cruel world that could barely be saved. Leon didn't even save Sherry. That was thanks to Claire. In that night, he didn't save anyone, and he trusted a bad person who fell to her death. Every inch of Leon's body knew guilt, the disappointment of the world, and bioweapons.

But why couldn't Leon didn't believe in this random ass Merchant? Merchants sounded like scumbags and fake to the bone yet everyone in his section of soldiers swore up and down that they are real and good enough.

They only appear in missions. The government doesn't pay for them to help. And none of them are the same person over and over. One had a handsome man with a bow tie; another had an elder woman, and lastly, Krauser even said he had dealt with a pair of twins. That's what made Leon struggle to believe this was real.

None of these people were truly scared to show their faces, but they all had the same name of merchant.

They had no true agenda. No sense of good or bad.

Leon hoped to never see them in his own missions. He didn't care if they had helped them before, Leon wasn't interested in them no matter how much.

His mission was down south. He had to learn Spanish in case the issues came to his language, but he knew the main part of the mission. A couple of normal soldiers came here, and we were murdered by a couple infected by the T. Leon was the next best option.

And Leon came ready. If a merchant was going to be there, he'll ignore them, no matter who it is.

Once he entered the place, it was a lonely village that was nearby an Umbrella lab, so he had already concluded who was going to be here. His heart beaten fast when he saw a person infected by the T. A poor woman whose skin was rotted away. Leon killed her without a second doubt. Even if Leon had the cure in his hand, he wouldn't want to use it on her, especially with the heat of the brutal summer.

Not only was her skin rotted. There was hole in skull that he didn't even make.

"How unfortunate," Leon immediately turned to whom it belonged to, "Seeing death is always unforgivable." A woman with a black dress was behind a desk of items. Due to the circumstances, she was hauntingly beautiful with the death surrounding her. It took a moment for Leon to realize it. She is a merchant.

"Hi, stranger." She smiled politely at Leon.

"Hi." Leon said firmly.

She played with string of pearls around her neck, "I'll be helping you with.... your situations." She seemed so nonchalant, her voice was relaxed as if the danger could never harm her.

"Situations..." Leon looked around her store of items. She had almost everything in this little place, a small box with a strange symbol planted on the center. "I'm sure you are betting for to get into those situations." Leon muttered. But she shook her head. It was almost automatic.

"Goodness, no!" She exclaimed loudly. "My services are here to help you. To assist you." She placed her gloved hand between him and her. "May I? Free of charge."

There was a silence between them. Begrudgingly, Leon handed his gun to her, "Careful with it." He muttered.

She grabbed the gun, "SG-09 R. Quite impressive." She clocked it and checked the modifications in the gun. "Fast, strong, and made by Kendo." She pointed the gun towards a section and shot a glass bottle. "But I can make better. Especially with the control of the government." She broke up the gun and grabbed a small bottle of oil to ease up the details of gun. "Do I permission to change the glock?"

Leon nodded his head.

The merchant got into work, she brought out the small tools to work on the gun, and changed very small details of the gun. After a couple of short minutes, she twirled the gun back into place. "Here you go, stranger." The merchant handed the gun back to its owner.

Leon lifted the gun and noticed the differences. She didn't change the drastic differences of the poor gun, but it made it functional for the monsters. He pulled on the trigger and shot the a piece of wood. The gun shot faster.

She grabbed a rag and cleaned her gloved hands. "It's easy as they come." She smiled. Her fingers returned back to her pearls, dragging the details bit by bit. "I love helping the new."

Leon wished he was normal. His dumb mind entered cave man for like three seconds. Maybe it was the small praise he got from her or how the merchant spoke to him without belittling him. He felt his cock twitch, "Yeah, thanks." He awkwardly put his gun back to its holster.

He promised himself the less impossible thing ever. Leon was spending a lot of time with the merchant, he saw her how her knife formed small knick knacks from wood. "Look." The merchang leaned to show him. It was small wooden figure of him. Leon took in a sharp exhale.

"Nice." He whispered softly.

"I give them to the other merchants so they can sell them." The merchant smiled. Her painting was very gentle, every brush was made with love. "Why sell them?" Leon asked. "It's like discount. If you have this." She lifted a small shield-like charm, "You'll have an upgrade with any merchant."

"Oh, that's great." Leon eyed her face, "So, if another merchant sees it, they'll automatic give you that help."

The merchant smiled, "Exactly." She continued the paint and Leon was just looking at her, "So, what perks will I get if I buy my small keychain?" He whispered softly. The merchant sighed softly, "Mm, well, how about 30% off when I fixed that knife of yours."

Leon nodded his head as he continued to look.

As time passed and such, Leon did his job and then immediately went to her section to 'buy' stuff. All that time of bothering the merchant, he finally got what he wanted as she pumped his cock.

She was on her knees as she pumped his cock into her mouth, Leon's hips moved up, "Fuck." The merchant rubbed the red tip and sucked it gently. He needed this after so long. Leon's hands covered his face, his cheeks were red and he was ultra sensitive over everything. The merchant rubbed Leon's tip around her lips and left his pre cum around them.

He chewed on his lips trying to keep quiet in case an infected could find them. The merchant's hand pumped his length, "I do the first time free." She teased him. Her hand slide down his cock and massaged his balls. He didn't know if she spoke the truth, but he was willing to pay for this again. The merchant's tongue dragged against his shaft and kissed the tip. "Just fuck me. Please."

The merchant shook her head, "You'll need your energy for the fights." She looked at his cock and placed his needy self inside of her mouth. She gagged weakly, his hips weakly moved against the merchant's mouth. He needed to cum and go back to work. His hands traveled around his pecs and squeezed them, he noticed the merchant noticing those details. Leon blushed but didn't stop himself as he played with nipples.

Flicking them a bit trying to help the simulation. She bobbed her head faster and he groaned. "Fuck, fuck-" His cum erupted into the merchant's mouth and it slowly fell out, she licked the mess without an issue. Leon groaned loudly feel his body relax bit by bit. His eyes completely soften and gently caressed her face, "Mm, thank you."

When Leon was back on his feet, he felt her hands smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt. He felt too easy, but he liked her touch.

As the sun set above him, the merchant waved politely a goodbye to Leon; He simply nodded his head, his legs were a bit weak, but he had to go back to his job.

The next time he was with the Merchant, he was between her dress. He licked her pussy, his hands opened her thighs to shove himself deeper. Her cunt was keeping him sane after the brutal fights, her hands grabbed his hair and pulled his straight blond hair. Leon growled weakly, "Please, I just need your cum." No extra steps, he wanted it. His tongue moved around her clit and once he heard the merchant's moan he focused on it more.

His fingers shoved inside of her pussy and pumped them in and out. His tongue licked the wetness that poured into his hand. His finger curled up and fucked her up. The merchant's legs squirmed around Leon. He licked up the pretty hole and removed his fingers again, her thighs clenched around his face as he fucked her with his tongue. Flicking it over and over, he pulled it out and sucked her clit. She groaned loudly, her legs opened a bit, and Leon kissed her thighs over and over. The merchant released, Leon's fingers rubbed gently her cunt and licked the mess.

He was thankful for the merchant's services.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 leon

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aakaneeee · 2 months ago

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Round 7 was.. definetly intense and I have many thoughts about it, so I did a whole analysis.. yes it's finally here!

Time to start :3 (I will mostly try to make this coherent and chronologically correct, I might fail though! because we know how freaky i can get when it comes to Luka)

without further ado, let's get into it!

tws: drug use, violence, blood, overall quite gore-ish;

I. ROUND 7

Round 7 starts with a low intro, sung first by Till, Luka following. Till has his energy back, or atleast part of it. Luka, as always, has his perfect voice, but he seems to be a little more expressive this time, as if he's enjoying the performance, just like the lyrics suggest. Everything goes seemingly smooth, and they receive holographic instruments that almost seem to parallel eachother: Till, an electric guitar, and Luka, a violin. And yet, as the second pre-chorus emerges, Luka approaches Till, putting his hands around his neck, a cruel reminder of Ivan. He is... dizzy, to say the least, even getting a nosebleed, but he doesn't stop singing until the very end, even though images of the one he's been taunted with appear on the screen behind them. His eyes seem to light up when he sees a familiar figure in the crowd, Mizi, somehow remembering her even with her hair completely different, veiled, and between millions of aliens. He reaches out, and Luka is obviously at least annoyed at this, either mad that his trick didn't work, or that Till destroyed a perfect performance. Even so, it's too late for Till: Right before getting a hold of Mizi's hand, he is shot in the neck, falling down. Mizi is.. devastated. A flashback of them as kids plays, with a xylophone instrumental. Then, the camera cuts back, from a happy, smiling Mizi, to one crying over Till's soon-to-be corpse. In his last moments, she takes his hair out of his face and cups it. He tries to caress her hand, and then his arm falls next to him as the light fades from his eyes, destined to look into the distance forever. The text "LUKA WIN" flashes on the screen, but even the double-winner is too distracted to care, as in a safe distance, yet right in front of him, is an injured Hyuna, crouched forward, without her usual, characteristic confidence. They stare blankly at eachother as the screen shows new text: SPECIAL GUESTS, paired with photos of a grieving Mizi and a shocked, in pain Hyuna. We are shown Luka advancing as the winner, the last one left, supposedly, and everything goes black.

II. LUKA

(I will have a lot to say for the both of them, unsurprisingly, but I feel like Luka is still a little bit in the lead... again. who is surprised)

From the first frames we see him in, his clothes are obviously more revealing that in previous rounds (using plural since we have seen part of his Round 4 outfit in the intro of ROMH), using not only the usual open back, but also a huge v-cut showing his chest, and his hip open, specifically where his branding is. I imagine Heperu would've chosen this to show off that it's his pet. Not only that, but his surgery scars are also shown off. I suppose it might be something to brag about here? Maintaining a pet human is probably already really expensive, so it's a differentiation of class if they also afford to have surgeries? I see it as probable. When he begins singing, we see something new. He's a lot more expressive, and it carries through the whole round. Not only that, but when his first high note reaches, he almost crouches down forward, as if he was struggling with it (even though he had more difficult notes in round 5.) Personally, for me, I don't think he was going to use his 'technique' from the start. Some may argue that it's his usual, but he got the biggest score in Alien Stage history in round 4 (I may be mistaken) against Durian, and Durian had no dead loved one that Luka could've used against... him? (I'm still confused about Durian, Acorn and.. Tortilla.😭) So he's obviously insanely talented and only uses it when he feels a threat. Most of Luka's actions in Round 7 felt risky, unplanned, and decided on the moment, which really is unlike him. This feels, like one of my previous posts say, like he was drugged, just like Till. In his daze, maybe he considered that Till would stop singing, or maybe, not even sing at all, and that he'll have an easy opponent. But no, Till proved strong, and then, it came to the next possible way he could 100% win: disorienting him. A thing others have pointed out.. Luka's fingers are probably very cold, and it mightve reminded Till that Ivan is a corpse now. One of the most cruel frames of an already very cruel series was, atleast for me, shown in this video: Luka holding in his laugh after his 'plan' (since, as i already said, i dont think it was actually planned) works. For me, it's another piece of proof that he wasn't in his right mind, the carefully built facade of his wouldn't have just broken by his own will. But, even though he could swear it worked, Till doesn't stop singing. Sure, he's dizzy, dazed, but he still is singing. Shock only comes again when Till sees Mizi in the crowd, and anger, or atleast annoyance, is easily readable on Luka's face. He even pauses singing, looking at Till reaching out for his God, always unattainable, now in the reach of his fingers, in a position I could describe as hesitant, confused. Even so, he gets a win as Till gets shot in the neck. Unfortunately, he doesn't have time to revel in the victory, as he watches in shock, as 'the love of his life' appears in front of him, yet at a safe distance, injured. They stare at eachother, but it's different, it wasn't a blank gaze like in Round 5, it feels a lot more vulnerable.

I love how we've been shown past Luka's empty shell this round. Seeing him actually expressing himself, seemingly taking immense pleasure, almost in an euphoric, naive way, in the round around him. There is no way he genuinely enjoys it, or would've enjoyed it without.. exterior measures. We've seen him reacting to cameras around him in Sweet Dream. We can only imagine that was his truly 'sober' state. As I said, it's really amazing how we can see a more candid version of him.

III. TILL

From the start, it seems like Till has regained his spirit back. He's definetly more energetic than in Round 6, his hair is slightly messy again. His outfit, just like Luka's, is more revealing, but his branding has always been visible, unlike his opponent's. He is doing surprisingly well, not going down without a fight, maybe not going down at all! (I love being cruel) He's singing his heart out, every lyric he says showing desperation. And even though he was going so well, everything has an end. Because his declining mental state goes even more downhill as Luka acts like the freshly deceased Ivan, who left him with so many questions and dillemas. It feels like everything is crowding up on him, the huge stage feeling like a small box. His nose starts bleeding, and just as he was about to faint... He sees the love of his life, Mizi, in the crowd. She's reaching out to him. She's there to save him. He reaches towards her in happiness... Except he gets shot right before it. Mizi is finally reaching to him, right how he imagined when he felt like dying, after singing in that damned club. But just as you can't touch your own imagination, you can't touch a God.

Mizi is, and always will be unattainable. The moment he tried to touch her, the Universe is against him, once again. When he wanted to approach her, a powerful light engulfed him. When he died, it was back to pitch dark. In the flashback, it's implied that Till tried to escape, or atleast went against the rules, togheter with Mizi. They seem to be very close, as Mizi trusts him enough to hide, and bury her head into him. It feels affectionate, familiar, something Till holds onto, because he probably considers it one of his best memories. But nothing lasts. From a smiling, happy Mizi, it pans to the new her, now crying over Till, who was taking his last breaths. She gently brushes his hair out of his face, her hand holding it. In his last moments, atleast, he got what he wanted: Mizi's gaze on him, only on him, and just as always, he can't say anything to her. He just lightly chuckles, as his eyes lose light, and his arm falls next to him.

IV. IVAN

His intention was to make Till hate him. That's why he kissed him. He wanted to be forgotten. He already thought Till didn't care that much about him, so surely his actions would make him hate him? Wrong. Ivan was never Till's ray of hope. He was aware of it: Till only had eyes for Mizi. And yet, his death wasn't forgettable, like he thought. He used to mock Sua for her plan, saying that she'll only become trauma, and ironically, he did the exact same thing. Till sees Mizi as pure light, a goddess. Yet, he remembers Ivan in a shaky manner, a dark red veil over the flashback of the kiss. Mizi was his hope, and Ivan was his misery. Unfortunately, Ivan didn't realize this, considering himself to not be grief, but rather, nothing for Till. Oh, how wrong he was.

V. HYUNA

I really like the idea that the Patreon gave us. Its good to be confirmed that Hyuna, just like the others, is truly human, and by that I mean, flawed. Maybe I am interpreting it wrong, but from what my brain cooked up, she was.. somewhat willing to sacrifice a life (either Till or Luka) for the sake of humanity. (again, I might be wrong) We see another side to her in Round 7. She grabs Mizi and looks at her in a pleading way. She knows she's asking of her to see another of her friends die. Even so, she thinks it's better. I'm really curious about what she was doing on stage. Did she go after Mizi, because she saw she might've gotten caught again? Maybe.. she thought that Mizi was actually going to get Till, and she wanted to save Luka, too? You can never know.

VI. MIZI

First of all, she is still naive, which is so on brand for her. She went into a rescue mission, alone, with no weapons except for a smoke grenade. She still doesn't know what she has to do, and it's obvious. It seems like she took another route from Hyuna, who came up on the stage, while Mizi mixed with the crowd. Even so, I'm grateful that in his last moments, Mizi let Till rest. It was such an honest scene and I adored it. What I didn't adore was the parallels between her leaning over Tills body in Round 7, and her leaning over Sua's body in Round 1.

VII. PARALLELS

1. Till reaching towards Mizi, both in his hallucinations, and right before his death, where she still remains untouchable.

2. "The dark crimson air embraces us" -> "In your place, there's only blood and cold air left" (Black Sorrow) + "Lost in forever's embrace" (CURE)

3. Mizi leaning over Sua's body (Round 1) and Mizi leaning over Till's body (Round 7)

4. "In a blink gone!", sang by Till, in this, the visuals parallel his Birthday reveal art.

5. Luka raising his hands to his face, parallels Ivan tracing his hands up his microphone (they even have the same timing from what I've seen).

6. Mizi looking at Till from her capsule in Round 2, with Mizi looking at Till through the screen during Round 7.

7. Mizi throwing the grenade and Till breaking Freddie in Round 2.

8. Luka's hands on Till's neck are a 'gentler' version of Ivan choking Till, so aliens wouldn't consider it as violence.

9. Luka and Hyuna looking at eachother in Round 5 and Luka and Hyuna looking at eachother at the end of Round 7.

10. The way Luka pulls Till's lip down reminds me of that one freaky Luka image..

VIII. LYRIC ANALYSIS

Blink Gone works for all characters, in my opinion. Every one of them lost something, in just a blink.

"The clock goes tick-tock, tick-tock" I can only imagine this referring to the fact that Till's life is soon to coming to an end.

Till sings the more pessimistic lyrics, while Luka sings the ones about forgetting what's in the past and enjoying the moment. As much as he could be taunting Till, he is, in a way, also reassuring himself. To forget everything: perhaps Hyuna. Hyunwoo's death. And not only these, but the experiments, surgeries, punishments he's been through. On this specific stage, he feels like he's truly alive.

As I've mentioned before: "The dark crimson air embraces us" -> "In your place, there's only blood and cold air left" (Black Sorrow) + "Lost in forever's embrace" (CURE).

IX. DISPELLING SOME THEORIES.

1. Till's microphone was closed.

Personally, when I first saw this... I was a bit.. yeah... I know this sounds rude, but I was a little bit startled when I saw how many people agreed😭 The light on Till's microphone is a heartbeat tracker, proven to be right by the fact it turned green when he saw Mizi. Even if it was closed, a microphone doesn't make you sound better. He wouldn't have been heard, which he was, so obviously, it wasn't closed.

2. The competition was rigged in Luka's favor.

I dont personally agree with this, especially considering the aliens' nature. They don't care about humans. I don't imagine them wanting the same winner twice. Personally, I find it more like them to rig it in Till's favor. Imagine: he won his first two round by external factors, a rookie, yet a musical genius, defeating a past winner. Doesn't that sound more like something they could market? This is my opinion, but I can't think about them rigging it in Luka's favor. (yes I made a whole rubric just for 2 theories that kind of..somewhat. annoy me)

X. MY THEORIES (This is MOSTLY incoherent)

First of all, I am sure that something BIG will happen next. They said Round 6 is only the half of ALIEN STAGE, so, without counting Sweet Dream, there should be 6 more videos. Minus round 7, five. Hyuna vs Mizi and then whoever wins versus Luka are only two, so there's no way that's everything thats going to happen. I find it really interesting that were going to have 5 videos with only 3 (SUPPOSEDLY) alive characters. I'm not sure about the theory of "they are still alive", since Vivimeng aren't really.. known for that. I'm quite 50/50 on it. I can't believe we went from "only Sua will die" to "Everyone will die"😭 Thats what I call development. Anyways, I'm just as excited as ever for what's next!

XI. CONCLUSION + MY OPINION

Honestly, I ADORED Round 7. It was so beautiful and gorgeous and deep and I simply love it. Im going to sound like a gatekeeper, or rude, but I'm quite dissapointed in the people that genuinely are starting to harass Luka fans, to say they hated Round 7, to hate on Vivimeng for the decision they made, saying that they destroyed it and that there's no satisfactory ending to it now.. MAYBE I'm just lucky and my favourite character is Luka, so I haven't felt the grief of losing my favourite yet, but even if I did, I wouldn't start blaming the AMAZING creators that work so hard. If you're curious, yes, as a Luka fan, I've been told off, I've been told I'm a horrible person, and it's only been 2 days, which is insane to me. There is just so much more about him than "ooh he's a manipulator!" again, I'm gonna sound extremely rude... I love that there are a lot of fans that came during Round 6, but I feel like the people 'leaving' the fandom right now are those same fans. maybe that's just me and I'm just angry at what's happening right now😭

I don't want to offend anyone, these are just my opinions, please take everything I said with a grain of salt!

( @cherry-blossom-sword80 here it is!! tagging some other people I'd like to see this :3 @verdantlights @sotogalmo @rockwgooglyeyes )

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penelopepine · 8 months ago

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Don't be a stranger! Pt. 4

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Simon "Ghost" Riley x FemReader

Content: Neighbors AU, fluff, developing relationship

Johnny has silently been sitting across from him for 20 mins now; his eyes were narrowed with a wide smirk on his face. It was clear that he had something on his mind that he wanted to bring up, but Simon is refusing to be the one to bring it up first.

“So…Lt.” Johnny leaned forward, “Who did you meet?”

Simon paused with what he was writing and looked up to meet Johnny’s eyes. The two of them were close, but he doubts that the other can read him so well to know that he met someone while away. “Why do you think I met someone?”

"It's written all over your face, and I'm reading you like a book."

"My covered face?"

"It's written on your mask then, either way I can tell."

"Hmm."

Simon decides to do what he does best and ignores the conversation; if he doesn't react Johnny would eventually get bored of poking and leave him alone. This must be the most interesting happening in the sergeant's life though because he doesn't seem ready to let go.

"Is this mystery person a new friend or partner?" Johnny continued to stare at Simon as if he was actually trying to read him.

"Do you have anything you need to be doing right now or do I need to find you something?"

Right away he watches as Johnny jumps out of his seat and walks towards the door with his hands up. That grin hasn't dimmed even the tiniest bit though as he turns to Simon once more, "Oh by the way the reason I came to find you was that the mail room says they have a care package for you." With that Johnny is quickly out the door.

Simon glared at the spot the other once stood. That explains what had Johnny so bothersome he supposes then. He'll also need to talk to the mail room about not announcing what he's getting to nosy sergeants.

With a huff he stands from his seat and also makes his way to the office door. Simon isn't going to show it, but he is always very excited whenever he gets another package from you. He's been away for a little over a month now. The two of you have talked over the phone plenty of times, but there's something more intimate about exchanging letters and packages with one another.

Once reaching the mail room he is quick to gather his things, and make his way to the confines of his private space. He would have made it there without any interruptions, but he just had to run into Price on his way.

"Ghost." Price smiles and gestures towards the box, "What you got there lad?"

"A box, sir."

"From anyone special?"

Simon wasn't sure how to answer that because you were special to him, but he really didn't want anyone knowing about you right now. He's not ready to share who you are and what you mean to him yet. It's bad enough that Johnny already has an inkling about who you are; bad things always seem to happen when everybody finds out.

As if sensing his internal struggle, Price asks, "Is this the same person who gave you that bracelet?"

Looking down at his wrist the bracelet was out for all to see. Simon swiftly moves his sleeve to cover it once again out of sight; giving Price a hard stare. "It might be."

Price gives a small chuckle and as he walks past gives him a pat on the back, "Well then, I won't keep you any longer."

Not needing to be told twice Simon rushes to his room. Right away he opens the box from you; right on top is a note reading, “Facetime me, if you can, while you open the rest of the box!!!”

Looking at the time you should be home already. Good, he’d hate to miss a chance to talk to you. Simon takes a few moments to make sure his space is presentable for you before calling.

You answer on the second ring. Your face appears on screen with a wide smile as you move about the room. “Simon!”

There it was again the feeling of his heart threatening to burst from his chest. You’re able to stop all other thoughts as soon as you say his name, “Hello, love.”

"How have you been? Did you get my package? I put an extra special item in there for you!"

"Oh really? Well let's see what's in here then." Simon pulls the box into the camera view, and takes out the first item. It was a large container of chocolate chip cookies. He had asked for more after the first time, and now you always add baked goods whenever you send him anything.

"Those are to share by the way. I packed extra so your friends could enjoy some too!"

That was another thing he really admired about you. You were always thinking of others and wanting to help when you could. He had told you all about the team; little stories of them around base or out at the pub. You also asked about them once in a while; wanting to make sure everyone was doing ok. "They're my coworkers."

"You can't lie to me Simon. I know you care about them more than you would a normal coworker." The camera view on your end now showed you in the kitchen preparing to cook dinner for yourself. "Take out the next one!"

"Whatever you say love," he reaches back in and in hands now sits a tin of his favorite tea.

You gasp and lightly clap, "Here it is!"

Simon had complained during one of the phone calls that he hadn't had a good cup of tea in ages, and whenever good tea does come onto base it's usually gone within the hour. "I don't deserve you, love, thank you. This is going to make my time here much more enjoyable."

"That's what I like to hear! Just let me know when you run out and I'll be sure to send more." Simon would do anything to make sure that the smile you're giving him never leaves your face, "There should only be one more thing in there now!"

Pulling out the last thing was a small envelope. At first he thought it was a letter, but after opening it he found that the envelope actually had several polaroid pictures inside. Carefully he pulled them out and examined them carefully.

One of them was of a sunrise on the street he had always walked you to work on. Another was one of your hands in the shape of half a heart in front of his flat door. The next one was you; you were smiling at the camera, at him.

"I got a polaroid camera just a bit ago, and thought you'd like some pictures of home."

“They're perfect.” These were worth more to him than you would ever know, “What about you, love; did you get your package?”

You grab the phone and start to walk again, “Yeah, let me show you what I did!”

The camera is soon flipped and there on your living room window sill are all the rocks he has been sending you.

“What’s the story behind this one?” You hold up the most recent rock he had sent you. It was palm sized and vaguely resembled a mountain peak.

“That’s the very stone that took down Johnny.” He couldn’t help but smile at the memory, “He was running away from Gaz, and before either could get very far Johnny trips and falls straight on his face. It deserves the honor of being in your company for that.”

The two of you continue to talk as you make dinner for yourself. Talking about your day, work, and future plans for about another half hour. He can’t stay with you forever though, and he still has things he needs to do today.

“I’ll call you later love.”

The two of you exchange goodbyes and Simon is left with the silence of his room, wishing that he could be with you right now.

Looking at the time he noted to himself that Price has a briefing planned in just a bit. He placed some aside for himself for later before grabbing the box of cookies from you and started to make his way towards the meeting room.

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#simon riley x reader #x reader #fem reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #call of duty #female reader #john soap mactavish #john price

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ember-owlet · 1 month ago

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art credit : @/koifee 🧵

a/n: this was written before arcane season 2 drops to give us all some form of comfort for the inevitable angst rollercoaster we're all about to embark on (and as of a few days ago a very frightening turn of events in the US). i'm writing this on a personal assumption of events from season 2's "nothing to lose" clip. therefore, this might not be anywhere near the canonical reason behind the caitvi breakup/pitfighter era. regardless, i hope you enjoy firelights. we're in this together. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dynamic: cg! caitlyn x regressor! vi

summary: caitlyn checks in on vi after receiving concerns from her subordinate. despite the bitter tension that weighs on them, caitlyn gets her cleaned up, and vi experiences regression for the first time as snuggles ensue.

content warnings: moderate swearing, mention of excessive alcohol consumption, descriptions of being vi being bathed (in a sfw context), light mention of vomit, description of physical injuries from fist fights.

((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

Knock knock

The letter crumpled and contorted under Caitlyn's grip with each repetitive knock against the dingy door. The silence clawed deeply at the enforcer's chest.

"Commander, she needs serious help. Go salvage what's left of her drunk ass before she does something stupid. You won't have to go far, she's right where you left her." The insubordination in his warning mattered little; nothing else consumed Caitlyn's thoughts but the mission to ensure Violet's safety.

She wasn't entirely clear on how the door pried itself from its hinges, or how she managed to enter the dwelling other than with sheer desperation to see its inhabitant's face. And, if not for the thundering adrenaline coursing through her, the greeting of pungent stale odor would have made her recoil. The radiation of artificial light pooled from the window grid before her, muddying the sharp and pristine uniform in a putrid stale glow.

"Vi!?" Caitlyn surveyed the room with a renewed frenzy. Each step in the cramped space met with the clink of her heel against the sea of empty bottles that littered the floor.

She found the girl's sleeping, labored breaths curled further into her shuddering frame. Her Violet, who could topple armies with mere fists, the unbreakable pillar of Zaun, lay powerless to the elements.

"Violet, you need to get up," Caitlyn pushed against the inked and exposed skin, her words a command rather than a warm greeting. Vi awoke with a few struggling attempts, slow and drowsy to her reality. Caitlyn couldn't help but notice how sour she smelled as her words slurred.

"...Cait? 'M sorry I should've-"

"When was the last time you ate? Or had a decent shower?" Her irritation soon succeeded the anxiety. She watched as Vi struggled to grasp how the girl she had agonized over for months on end suddenly appeared in her room.

"Why're you here?" She stumbled in an upright position, brushing at the wild mane that shrouded her face. "Fuck, what time is it?"

Caitlyn tsked, reaching a hand out towards her. "I'm saving your life before you throw it away." She wanted to gift Vi the smallest act of dignity in deciding how the night would turn for herself. The wall between them heightened with hesitation in her inebriated state. Caitlyn sighed, bridging the gap to her halfway through averted gaze. "... and I won't sit by to watch you suffer."

Vi ached at the memory of bitter words past exchanged, swallowing her pride and taking Caitlyn's hand to lean against her as her world spun viciously toward the bathroom.

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If not for the pounding headache and wobbling vision, Vi would have been completely against the idea of being disrobed by Caitlyn. She could take care of herself, especially with something as simple as removing her garments, surely?

But against her better judgment, something indescribable came over Vi as Caitlyn lowered her into the tub; a haziness that differed from the fog of alcohol or the instant gratification of being knocked unconscious. Her mind was completely occupied in the present. She was captivated by the rushing sounds of the bathtub water, the smell of Caitlyn's rich perfume moving closer to her, and the smoky aftertaste that burned against her parched throat.

It felt.. safe?

Caitlyn wrung the washcloth, lathering what little was left of the shower gel to scrub at the buildup of dirt and stomach acid Vi had accumulated. With time, the water darkened to an inky pool, the smudges of Vi's face paint dripping across her worn muscles to collect below.

"...'M sorry." Vi's words fumbled in a whispered blur. A gasp reddened her clean and softened features, slowly eclipsing her face further into the tub. She could barely bring herself to look away from her reflection in the water. She must've sounded so pathetic.

"What?"

Caitlyn hesitated, noticing the change in Vi's demeanor sink further into the murky water. Not wanting to rouse the sheer embarassment that radiated off of her companion, Caitlyn continued to wipe at her tear-streaked complexion.

"That's alright, " she uttered, the warm fabric rubbing gentle circles into Vi's cheek. Caitlyn felt Vi collapse into her touch and exhaled a sigh of relief. Their heartbeats slowed, and as Caitlyn held Vi in her hands their eyes wove a tale that their mouths ceased to thread. Vi knew her thoughts betrayed her with each moment in Caitlyn's embrace, it pulled her deeper into that foreign hazy feeling through half-lidded expressions. The agonizing months of betrayal, longing, remorse, and forgiveness, exchanged in a glance.

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The bed would barely compensate for the exhausted pair that collapsed atop the springs. Caitlyn met the harsh bedframe with a loud thud against her back, groaning and rubbing at the sore spot to shift into a less-than-awkward position. She lifted her beret above her head to rest it on the ledge above them.

Vi had found little resistance in curling into Caitlyn's arms and nuzzling further into the side of her neck. The taller and lankier woman couldn't help but chuckle at the situation she'd found herself in. Surely, this was the farthest outcome she could have expected when knocking on Violet's door. Nonetheless, the change was welcomed with open arms.

"Comfortable?" Caitlyn inquired with a grin, hands running through the dampened punch-pink hair. Vi's nose grazed the side of her neck with a shallow nod in reply. The light vibrations of her purring brought a feeling of peace to the enforcer's racing mind as she held her closer. Without giving it much thought, Cait placed a feathery kiss against her companion's head, allowing the warmth radiating off of her freshly bathed skin to envelop her.

This was the feeling she'd been searching for. Strenuous nights of being the Commander of Piltover came with the crushing weight of responsibility over the thousands of lives entrusted to her care. And, the conversation between them was far from over. Caitlyn could see this new side of Vi seemed far too vulnerable to engage in meaningful discussion of ending a war. But, at least for tonight, despite the faction lines, the hymn of the Undercity woman's mumbling made Caitlyn's heart soar. It was beyond the feeling of being needed; she was wanted. Relieved, she turned away from the glaring lights of the city, pulling Vi closer to her chest and the two succumbed to their soft slumber.

#cg! caitlyn #regressor! vi #arcane agere #arcane #fandom agere #agere fandom #agere fic #agere fanfiction #agere #age regression #sfw agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere blog #sfw age regression blog #embers writings

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buggyjuggie · 10 months ago

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Could you do Johnny, Kitana, Kung Lao, Syzoth, and/or Smoke w/ a reader who has a Katya Zamolodchikova type personality/sense of humour? I'm talking pure chaos, but with a loving and caring vulnerable side. :)

──★ ˙ ̟ Johnny Cage, Kitana, Kung Lao, Syzoth and Smoke x GN!reader with a Katya personality

Note: I watched so much rupauls drag race just for this request because i was so scared of getting something wrong oh god i really hope you like it also @rueschronic you saved me i love you bitch

「 ✦ Kung Lao ✦ 」

* SHIT TALKING DUO

* you and Kung Lao are competitive and like to show off both of you can walk into any place and all eyes are on yall

* Both of you lift each other up as much as you can because you and Kung lao both know what it feels like to put on a character/facade or joke around people even when your hurting on the inside or try to hide it to appear fine

* When you called him queen he wore that like a badge of honour

* He picks up your vocabulary extremely fast and manages to confuse everyone around him

「 ✦ Johnny cage ✦ 」

* THE duo not a duo it’s THE duo

* I feel like Johnny has wanted to try out more ,,feminine” things but due to holywood and it being looked down upon he hasn’t yet until you gave him reality check and remined him that no one cares (bitch)

* Like Kung lao you and Johnny have that one thing in common: a character. Both of you act a certain way and have built a character to show off to people. People know ,,Johnny Cage” but do they know John Carlton. As more time passes you and Johnny start working on tearing those walls down and showing your true honest selves of course without loosing those confident attitudes

* Clubbing, going out, after party’s all the time most weekends will be endend with you and Johnny at his house not knowing how you got back home but not really needing to know because you’ll be too busy cuddling one another

* Has definitely asked you to be stunt performer because he knows that you can strut your shit like a its a performance

「 ✦ Kitana ✦ 」

* You captured Kitanas attention right away

* Kitana enjoys her status and work as a princess of Outworld but it does become dull at points. The people being careful around her, underestimating her and treating her almost like a porcelain doll

* Not you tho you treat Kitana like a normal person, tell her things honestly and aren’t afraid of what she can do

* Kitana is very observant she sees that you hide behind jokes and when she finally confront you about you let eveything out. All the toughts of self doubt, anxiety are washed away with promises from her to protect you and keep you safe for as long as she is alive

* A lot of time with Kitana and you is spent sparring or you telling her about Earthrealm, languages and culture (Kitana is prob a history nerd sue me)

「 ✦ Syzoth ✦ 」

* He was enamoured by you at first sight

* Because of his zetteran liniage Syzoth understands your struggles. Wanting to be yourself but the world rejecting it deeming it ,,too much” or even distasteful. He assures you to the best of his abilities that he’ll never leave you and will stay by your side no matter what

* ,,mother? But im a man” ,,slay ? Slay what ?” Her a little confused when it come to slang but slowly starts to understand it

* If you do drag or are interested in drag TELL IT ALL TO THIS MAN. Syzoth absolutely loves learning about earthrealm its cultures and norms and how people express themselves

* You insulted him once in a joking way and he didn’t understand that you were joking and it ended up in a hugs and kisses session for like 30 min and a long as hell explanation

「 ✦ Smoke ✦ 」

* The walking definition of polar opposites

* Smoke is quiet ,reserved and introverted meanwhile your loud, not afraid to make a scene and get dirty and extroverted

* ,,Excuse me he asked for no pickles” you say as Smoke stands in the background like a wet puppy

* Smoke is the only person who knows about your anxiety’s he does his best to assure that you are loved for who you are

* If you do nails he’s constantly asking you to do his. Smoke just really enjoys having pretty nails that match with his beautiful partner

*. ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

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skzimagines · 3 months ago

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Stray Kids ideal type, meaning appearance and personality as of 2024 🥺👉👈

Also looove your blog and work

Stray Kids astrology ideal type! I'm going to split this up into a 2 part series, just because they're going to be kind of long. Also,,, I am so sorry this took me so long to do 😫

We'll start with Chan and his Libra sun... He is a huge flirt, whether that be with friends or someone he just met. BUT he doesn't mean to be? So he would need a partner that could see past that. But with his scorpio moon and venus, he would hate it if his partner was flirtatious with anyone other than him... I know, drama. Veeerrryyyy possessive in nature, wants to own you in a kind of sense. Would be attracted to someone with issues going on with their personal life, because he's drawn to people that NEED him in any sort of way. Physically speaking.. he's probably into the dark tumblr aesthetic.. dark clothes, dark nails. Someone who's hard to read.

Minho... oh my sweet scorpio. I truly hope he finds someone that loves him for who he REALLY is. Because he hides a lot. and he deserves to be open with someone about every little thing and not be judged for it. He would want someone who matches his personality, someone who would love to travel with him, someone to help take care of his cats when he's not around to do so. Someone witty, smart, outgoing. He'd also be into the hard to read type of person. He'd want his partner to share their deepest secrets with him and him only. Also on the possessive side, and jealousy is something he would struggle with. He's someone to be very obsessed with the person he's crushing on or is with, but they would never know how obsessed he actually is. As for appearance, he wouldn't really care. He's goes for people he connect very well with. Personality is the deal breaker for him.

Changbin... Changbin is into the people who puts things foreword, someone who isn't afraid to speak their minds, someone who will stick up for the people they love forwardly. I see him with someone who compliments him well, someone who tells him every single day how handsome he is, how much they love him. The boy fishes for compliments... and you will see that shy, blushing binnie every time. He lives for it! I also believe he's into the mix of girly pop pink, calm, clean aesthetic and the leather jacket, musk, tomboy type as well.

Hyunjin... Soft boy, who's the hardest dom underneath it all. He'd want someone who looks mean on the outside but is the biggest sweetheart once you get to know them... Lee know is literally his ideal type, I'm telling you. Searches for a partner who will listen closely to his problems, and will always be there to wipe the tears, which do fall more often than not. I also think he would be attracted to the tomboy aesthetic but with a softer touch to it.

#hyunjin #bangchan #changbin #lee know #hyunjin astrology #hyunjin ideal type #bangchan astrology #bangchan ideal type #lee know astrology #lee know ideal type #changbin astrology #changbin ideal type #stray kids ideal type #stray kids astrology

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thoughtsforsoob · 9 months ago

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txt - s/o who struggles with food

a/n: this going to be a very angsty work so please bear with me...i'm feeling very angsty these days. anyways, this hits a little close to home so I understand if you're not able to read this. please be kind to yourself. i'm always here to chat if you ever need anything. please enjoy.

warnings! I will be discussing ed's and food and everything within that realm so please read this at your own digression! (you're not alone. if you're going through something right now, please seek help. it can be hard but you've got this! I believe in you!)

Yeonjun

Yeonjun for sure takes a while to notice anything is ever happening. He just gets so busy with work that he forgets. Sometimes, he struggles to take care of himself for this reason so he can definitely understand the struggle of taking care of yourself enough. When he does find out, he does all he can to help you. He's really caring towards his partner.

By this point, Yeonjun hadn't seen in person for about 2 months. He was off on tour with the group. Of course, you two had facetime sessions when you two had a moment to spare but it still couldn't have prepared him for what he would face when he got home. The moment he arrived at the airport back home, he immediately asked to go back to your shared apartment. When he arrived, you met him at the door but the way you looked was very different. You appear thinner and it was quite obvious. Yeonjun tried not to make his reaction obvious but he couldn't help the way his eyes went wide when he laid eyes on you. You frown at him and after some talking, you spill about how you were so angry at yourself for the way you looked that you just kinda stopped eating right. Yeonjun makes it his mission to help you feel better and he helps you get back on track to eating enough like you did before.

Soobin

This section does mention making yourself vomit so please read with caution!

Soobin is also so good when it comes to comforting others. He gives the best hugs and always knows just what to say to help you feel better. when he finds out you're having trouble with your relationship with food, he is absolutely heartbroken. He hates the idea of you struggling with something that he feels should make you happy. He is always going to do whatever you need him to do so you can recover.

You and Soobin had been together for a few months now and everything was going really well. You both were very happy with one another and were getting along great. The only problem was that Soobin had no idea about your relationship with you. You would do your best to hide the fact that you were never able to get yourself to keep your food down. It made you feel so disgusted but Soobin had no idea. On this particular night, Soobin had come over to your apartment to eat dinner. You were usually able to run off after dinner under the guise that you needed to use the bathroom. Tonight, however, Soobin had become suspicious when you took longer than usual. He goes over to knock on the door but before he can even do that, he panics when he hears you crying and throwing up. He opens the door immediately and lets himself in. He looks really sad and even helps you clean up when you finally stop. You can;t help but open up to him when you see the pain in his face after watching you do this to yourself. He does his best to understand and help you get better, suggesting you talk to someone about this. He is really supporting you on your recovery journey.

Beomgyu

This one hits a little close to home 😕

he isn’t super observant about your eating habits but he definitely notices when the snacks start to kind of disappear from the pantry. And it wasn’t just them going like normal, they were going a lot faster than normal. You usually only go out shopping for snacks once a week but have been going every three days lately. It was worrying him. Not so much because he was worried you’d gain weight, not in the slightest. He was worried because he was thinking you were going through something and weren’t wanting to tell him.

When you get home from work one afternoon, you see him in the kitchen at the dinner table. You were so excited to see him since he was usually still at work during this time. He looked worried and he asked you to sit down, so you did. He didn’t beat around the bush and straight up told you about his observations. It made you feel angry at first. Why was he bringing this up? Did you gain weight? Was he calling you fat? But then he explained why he even brought it up and that he just wanted to help. You broke out into tears and told him all about what was going on in your life at the moment and how eating made you feel comfortable. He totally understood and offered to help you work through it in different ways since snacking wasn’t the best idea. You accept his help and it starts to feel better

Taehyun

How dare his pretty girl think she’s ugly? He just can’t fathom why you would starve yourself or even think that you’re not good enough for some reason. He always does his best to combat this by complimenting you as often as he can and making sure he keeps track of whether you’ve eaten or not. He knows it’s a little frustrating for you when he’s constantly asking you if you’ve eaten but it’s just before he cares and he doesn’t want you to get sick.

in this scenario…it was a few days until your wedding. you had been trying to hide it but you haven’t eaten much over the last week, causing you to feel weak. When the day finally came, you fainted as you were getting your hair done. Everyone in the room with you was panicking and they called taehyun to come help you wake up. He made sure to pick up some snacks from his dressing room and some water for you to drink. He had an itching feeling that you were starving yourself but didn’t want to accuse you of anything. When you wake up, he’s sitting over you with a worried look. “Oh dear. You’re awake. You had us all worried. I think I know why this happened though.” You had a guilty look on your face and he already knew what happened. He convinces you that you need to eat something now so you don’t feel weak on your guy's big day. He’s so proud watching you eat your snack and drink water and he makes his feelings known.

Huening Kai

He is very caring and sweet and always knows when something is wrong with his girl. He started to worry when it was Wednesday and he hadn't seen you eat or heard about anything you've eaten since Monday night. He knew it was only a day but he was so worried. He didn't want you to go without eating. luckily, he'd planned to hang out with you tonight after schedules! he picks up your favorite meal and drinks for you to eat when he arrives.

he gets there and knocks. when you open the door you hug him and give him a kiss hello but you kind of start to change in demeanor when you see the bags of food he had. you hadn't let yourself eat in the last two days and the sight of food was just too much for you at the moment. All you could think of when you tried to eat was being laughed at by a group of girls your age who were making comments of your weight when walking down the street. you finally break down and kai follows you, leaving the food at the table. He finally gets you to let him hold you, let him wipe away your tears. you tell him everything and he was so good at just listening. He coaxes you back to the table and even feeds you if it makes you feel more comforted.

#txt imagines #txt fluff #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt reactions #beomgyu x reader #soobin x reader #yeonjun x reader #huening kai x reader #taehyun x reader

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magicalbats · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day 16: Seth x Reader

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6721

Warnings: Afab!reader, leopard Thiren reader, rut/heat cycles, femdom, pathetic sub boy behavior, cock and ball milking, onahole, dildos, puppy pads, prostate milking, multiple orgasms, ABO adjacent? ABO inspired? idk

A/N: I'm late, I'm late for a very important date - with a needy, desperate cat boy 😩 Part of what went into this is I thought it would be cute to pair a snow leopard with a jungle leopard, and the other part is because I just enjoy topping boys and playing with their butts xcvnnbdekds

⭐

The sound of your doorbell going off brings your attention up to peer down the short hall in your apartment. You hadn’t ordered any packages as far as you could recall, and your neighbors very rarely had any reason to bug you. It probably wasn’t anything important then, you quickly decide.

And you almost ignore it in favor of returning to whatever you’d been looking at on your phone, but then the buzzer goes off again with a noted edge of desperation this time. Which was decidedly odd. How could a doorbell sound desperate? Perhaps even more pressing, who would possibly be seeking you out like this?

Quickly realizing they weren’t going to go away until you answered the door, you drop your phone on the couch cushions and push up to your feet. A few barefooted steps later has you turning the lock and twisting the handle, swinging the hinges inward only to find Seth standing on your front doormat.

Your brows shoot up in genuine surprise. Not only at his unexpected and sudden appearance, but also because of how absolutely miserable he looks. His usually pert ears are half folded over his skull, twitching slightly to accompany the faint shudder you can see making his shoulders lock up. Even more alarming is the fine sheen of sweat you can make out on his creamy skin and the rosy flush that stains his cheeks. It almost makes him look sick, and your frantic thoughts immediately go to hospitals, doctors and insurance forms.

Except … he shouldn’t have any reason to come to you when he was feeling under the weather.

Shaking off your initial surprise, you give him a closer look. “Seth? What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry,” He murmurs in such a faltering, broken little voice that you immediately start to understand what’s going on before he even finishes speaking. “I know we broke up but I - I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one who can help me. Please, can I come in?”

You almost tell him ‘no’, because he was right. You and him had broken up. Well over a year ago now, in fact.

But for better or worse you’re not quite that heartless, and your tail gives a listless flick behind you as you step to the side. “Yeah, come on. Before one of my neighbors sees you and thinks I’m up to something nefarious.”

A wordless sound of relief rushes out of him as he quickly scurries past you to get inside the apartment, clearly glad to be out of the public eye where everyone knew him as Officer Seth Lowell. His current state of thinly veiled distress did not align with his usual persona as a capable policeman who was always happy to help with a great big smile at the ready, and you take a moment to surreptitiously glance around the hall to make sure none of your neighbors were watching you through a crack in their doors. If someone got suspicious about his behavior and your motives for letting him in there was a very good chance you’d soon find PubSec showing up at your doorstep next.

This was probably going to be awkward enough without adding more fuel to the fire.

Slipping back inside and locking the door again, you turn to look at where he’s partially hunched over the side of your couch now, clearly struggling just to stand. “God, you look like you’re drunk or something.”

“I’m sorry.” He says again, quietly groaning under his breath. “I swear I didn’t want to bother you like this but … you were the only person I could think of. I have to be careful about, nnghn, keeping my personal and work life separate. Can you help me? Like you used to.”

You hesitate to move from your spot standing just inside the doorway, knowing good and well that this would be inviting trouble you didn’t need. Burn everything, but you could even smell him from here.

It hadn’t been this obvious or quite so bad when he was still standing outside where the smells of city life could strongly intermingle with his scent. But in the closed space of your modest little apartment your keen nose practically floods with the sharp spike of arousal that is not yours, making your head feel fuzzy and inebriated. This was dangerous, and not only because he was your ex.

He’d trigger your own body’s natural instincts if you weren’t careful.

Even knowing that, you can’t bring yourself to watch him suffer and you slowly approach him with deliberately heavy footsteps to make sure he could hear you coming. You didn’t think Seth would ever fully lose control of himself enough to attack you or hurt you, but it was clear at just a glance that he was in bad shape.

Coming up alongside him, you can see his shoulders still trembling with the effort of keeping his rioting urges in check so you carefully reach out to slide your fingers underneath the soft fringe of hair hanging over his temple. Your spine immediately snaps ramrod stiff, sucking in a quick breath the moment you press them into the skin.

“You’re burning up. I haven’t seen you have a rut this bad in a long time.”

“I know.” Pitifully moaning, he tips his flushed face up to pin you with one of the neediest, wretchedly helpless looks you’ve ever seen in your life. “That’s why I can’t - I can’t go to anyone else for this. If I accidentally hurt someone … I’d never be able to live with myself. It has to be another Thiren who knows what it’s like.”

Your heart painfully wrenches at that, sympathy and old love for him making it feel like you’ve suddenly got a rock wedged in your throat, but you quickly pull away.

Rather defensively crossing your arms over your stomach now, you back up enough to put some space between you and him so you could think for a moment. Far be it that you didn’t understand where he was coming from. As a fellow Thiren, yes, and the complimentary jungle cat to his snow leopard, it did indeed make sense for you to give him a hand in his time of need. And a great need it was, by the looks of it.

But you had so much history together, a past that couldn’t be severed from either of your identities just because you’d agreed to go your separate ways. It hadn’t even been a bad breakup in the typical sense where fighting with each other and screaming were involved, and yet both of you had walked away from it feeling like you’d left a piece of yourselves with the other. You and Seth had talked about it before so you knew his feelings on the matter were the same as yours, but that alone wasn’t enough to mend a relationship. He was dead set on following in his older brother's footsteps as a PubSec officer and you just couldn’t reconcile the daily dangers he was putting himself in to accomplish that. Maybe if he was a little less headstrong and reckless about everything but …

Heaving a deeply bothered sigh, you grudgingly turn to look over at him again. He really did look unbelievably pathetic right now. And you’re aware of the exact moment your resolve starts to crumble as you watch his anxiously curled tail start to perk up slightly when he sees your attention is back on him. Dammit.

“Alright, I’ll help you. But,” You rush to emphasize your caveat before he can get too excited. “No sex. I understand the position you’re in here so I’m willing to help as much as I can. I have to draw the line somewhere though.”

“I understand.” He says on a terse, shuddering exhale that seems to visibly drain some of the uncertainty from his posture. “Thank you, thank you. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. Start getting undressed while I grab a few things real quick.”

Spinning on your heel, you don’t bother to check if he’s following your instructions or not before you disappear through the doorway that leads into your bedroom. Everything in the apartment is so compact that it only takes a handful of steps for you to reach your dresser where you kneel down to dig in the bottom drawer. Luckily you still had all the toys and supplies you’d kept on hand for moments not unlike this one, though you hadn’t exactly planned on using any of them on Seth again.

There were other Thirens in New Eridu, you know. Plenty of them in fact. Just because you hadn’t found any of them quite to your taste and had instead resorted to using some of these toys on yourself that didn’t mean you’d been holding out for this particular man to change his mind about his career choices.

Pausing halfway through the motion of pulling out his favorite onahole, you wonder what the hell you’re doing.

You’d need something to carry this all in.

Momentarily abandoning the dresser, you quickly dig in your closet for a tote bag you’d bought under the assumption of going green for the environment — what was even left of it after the Hollow Disaster — but had promptly forgotten about amongst all your other clothes and impulse purchases. You waste no time shoving everything you can grab into it, idly wondering where you’d even accumulated so many toys in the first place, before hurrying back out into the living room.

You find Seth standing at the corner of the couch in a timid little pose that was clearly meant to make him look smaller than he was. It’s not hard to see he’s deeply embarrassed about standing there naked with his aggressively rigid cock standing straight up off his body, already dribbling a thick bead of creamy discharge that glistens faintly in the overhead light. Your own instincts go absolutely haywire at the sight as much as at the unfiltered smell of him, but you valiantly shove it as far back into your mind as you can manage.

Cautiously walking over, you try to give him your best attempt at an encouraging smile but he refuses to glance up at you, much preferring to keep his eyes downcast. You think that might be for the best, actually, as you kneel down on the hardwood floor in front of the sofa to dig into the bag you’d carted out.

Thank your lucky stars you’d still had some of these on hand.

With a pointed rustle of thin plastic, you pull out a puppy training pad and make quick work unfurling it so you can lay it open across the floor. A second one follows, just to be safe, leaving a sizable square of your flooring protected from any accidents before you stand up to get resituated on the edge of the couch cushions.

It feels like your heart is going to jackhammer straight out of your chest at any given moment. And that wasn’t even mentioning how hot you suddenly felt, but you pause to take a deep, calming breath and ground your nerves, hoping you weren’t making some monumental mistake in doing this.

“Alright,” You finally intone. “Sit.”

Eagerly shuffling forward, Seth moves into the space you’d indicated with your finger where he gingerly lowers himself down to kneel beside you just on the corner of one of the training pads. He still insists on keeping his face averted from you though, and you think he would have looked the picture perfect definition of submission sitting there on his knees had it not been for the demanding flex of his weeping cock in his lap.

Or did that actually add to it?

Stop. You couldn’t think about that right now.

Trying very hard to ignore the decidedly awkward atmosphere between you and him, you eagerly reach down to dig inside the tote bag for a distraction. “I tried to grab everything I thought might be of use for this but just tell me if you want a specific toy in particular.”

“I’m sure whatever you picked is fine.”

“Okay …” Rapidly piecing together a haphazard plan of action in your head, you decide on a realistic, flesh colored dildo that’s longer than it is thick, leaning down to decisively smack the suction cup base on the hardwood floor to make it stick there. And as you start to lean back, intending to reach into the bag again, you catch Seth outright staring at you in wide eyed, hungry fascination.

“What?” You demand.

“Nothing.” He quickly murmurs, fidgeting slightly there on his knees. “I really appreciate you doing this for me. Feels like my head is going to explode.”

“Well, you certainly came to the right person for this. We ended up with quite the collection once everything was said and done, so at least I was prepared. Think you can give me a text first before you come over next time though?”

Seth’s pointed ears self consciously swivel back to lay almost flat against his skull, looking truly abashed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Do you want the onahole or the dildo?”

His head immediately snaps up. “Huh?”

You can’t quite keep the sly little smirk off your face now as you pull the silicone pocket pussy out of the bag to ruefully wag it at him. “I said, onahole or dildo? Which would you prefer?”

Whimpering a series of pathetic, borderline sniveling sounds, Seth nervously flicks his gaze between one toy and the other as if he really wasn’t sure which was going to make him feel better in that moment. You have a sneaking suspicion which he’ll ultimately choose though, and just as expected he finally sets his sights on the cylinder in your hand.

“Can I have … the pussy, please?”

He really was cute, especially when he was like this, and you just can’t stop yourself from teasing him a bit. “What do you say, Seth?”

A visibly violent tremor races through him, making the PubSec officer squirm at your feet as his tail wildly flicks out behind him in a jittery arc. “P - please, ma’am. Can I have the pussy, please?”

“Good boy. Of course you can.”

Thinking it almost a little odd how easily both of you were falling back into this old routine and these old roles that came with it, you lean to the side so you can brace your hand on the cushions and reach down with the onahole in the other. Immediately sucking in a sharp, over eager gasp at the sight of you bringing your hand close to him, Seth pushes up to fully balance on his knees in a stiff, halting pose that makes his cock jut out in offering to you.

He looks especially good like that, you think, all lean muscle and sveltly compact with his rigid length bobbing expectantly in the air. His nearest hand anxiously grabs at the cushion where yours is resting, almost like he wanted to reach out and take it, but he makes do with simply leaving them close together. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with the other and he finally settles on placing it across his own stomach, fingers digging into the flesh when he squeezes down. So desperate and needy that he just has to hold onto something.

In a past life it would have been your ankle he was clinging to while he impotently rutted his leaking cock over your stockinged foot. You’d also done the reverse on a few occasions, with you straddling his leg to grind your pussy over the bulk of one of his heavy boots until you came shuddering and whining low in your throat. It was only one of the many perks that came with dating someone who was happy to switch roles around.

You’re fully in control now though and Seth doesn’t even hint at trying to upset that balance when he all too easily could. He was pretty damn strong, after all, but he just noises a high strung whimper at you as he plaintively nudges his hips forward in a supplication gesture. Oh, you hated how much this was actually turning you on.

Silently reminding yourself to stay focused, you direct the opening of the faux pussy to his sticky tip and start to fit it over him at a leisurely, sedate pace. Despite how unhurried you are about it, Seth positively lurches there on the floor, his tight abdominals sharply flexing when he grunts a wounded little sound. He doesn’t move to pull away or protest despite the heightened sensitivity brought on by his mating drive, and you’re able to gradually take him into the silicone sleeve one inch at a time until you finally reach the base.

You don’t even have to move beyond that to have Seth dazedly swaying there, his narrow chest rapidly expanding with the near frantic breaths he pulls in. Just the simple sensation of a soft, fleshy substitute hugging firmly around his cock is enough to send him dangerously close to the edge, gasping a ragged sound that is suspiciously reminiscent of your name.

“Ooh, oohh, I’m gonna’ cum. Gonna’ cum. I’m - -“

Making no move to stop or help him, you merely hold the pocket pussy in place while he rapidly dissolves into a stiffly twitching mess of spasms right before your very eyes. He tips over almost immediately, narrow hips stiffly juddering while he throws his head back to softly yowl up at the ceiling. You can feel his cock wildly flexing inside the toy, even with a layer of firm plastic standing in the way, and you subtly squeeze your thighs together in response.

Yep, this was certainly dangerous.

“Oh god, oh god, mmmmnnnghn!” Reeling from the sheer force of his own release, Seth unsteadily bobs there on his knees as he starts to come down from that all too temporary high, drunkenly spinning his attention back around to you. “Thank you. Thank you, ma’am. Thank you!”

“What did I say earlier, Seth? Don’t thank me just yet.”

That’s all the warning you give him before you start to move your arm, pumping the pocket pussy from the base to the glans and then straight back down again. He outright seethes, trembling so fiercely it looks like he just might collapse right then and there, but he still doesn’t make any move to back off or shy away from it despite the no doubt painful rush of overstimulation.

Instead he actually leans his pelvis into it to fully offer up his cock to your mercifully unmerciful attention, which you’re all too happy to oblige. And now that he’s cum once, the interior sleeve of the toy is sufficiently lubricated to allow a smooth, easy glide as you move it along him at a vigorous pace. Your attentive gaze doesn’t miss the way thick, creamy clumps of white smear along his length to make a mess of him but he doesn’t seem to mind it and neither do you.

Other than the state of your floor, that is. This was a rental, you know, so you carefully reach over with your toe to nudge the crinkling puppy pad closer to him.

“Be careful not to spill, unless you want to clean it up with your mouth later.”

“Ohhhn! Aghh, aahh! I … nnghnn, oh god, I’m gonna’ - -“

And he does, just like that.

Shuddering so wildly this time you have to readjust your hold on the onahole to keep pumping it over him, Seth beautifully writhes there at your feet while he shoots yet more sticky spend into the cylindrical toy. He quickly becomes overwhelmed like this though and, lurching with a soul vacating wheeze, he blindly reaches out to snag at your wrist.

“Please, please, please,” He chants, screwing his eyes shut tightly enough to hurt. “Aaughh, it feels so good, just — give me a second.”

“But you’re still cumming, though.” You murmur, earning a deeply frazzled whine from him that seems to echo in the space between your ears, almost taunting you with it.

And he does indeed keep pumping jet after jet into the silicone pussy until it seems to fill up to its limit and it just thickly oozes out around him to wetly plop onto the absorbent pad instead. This was what he needed to get through this rut. Fully milked and emptied until some of that natural, instinctive drive to breed dissipated and with it so too did the influx of hormones. He’d be able to return to his usual state of mind much more quickly than if he’d been left to his own devices to deal with it on his own and, given just how much he was shooting off into the toy, you suspected this back up of fluid was in part to blame for his ruts staggering potency.

Wait a minute. A back up of fluid? Did that mean … he also hadn’t found anyone else he liked enough to date?

It probably made a certain amount of sense considering he’d come to you rather than anybody else for help with this, but there had been a small part of you that was half convinced he’d just meant he didn’t have any other Thiren he could go to. A regular human certainly wouldn’t have known what to do with him like this, after all. But given the amount of spend coming out of him it didn’t seem likely that he’d had sex at all in recent months. Maybe even almost … a whole year?

Watching Seth dazedly sway on his knees, still roughly gasping and groaning his pleasure into the apartment, you internally berate yourself for lingering on those kinds of thoughts. This was hardly the time.

Maybe you should give your arm a break so you could focus on something else for a moment.

Carefully releasing a wavering breath of your own, you slow the pumping motion of your hand to a gradual standstill, giving him plenty of time to savor the last few drags over his flexing cock. By the time you finally start to ease the pocket pussy all the way back to slide it off him, he’s made such a goopy mess of it that there were even clumpy beads of milky white clinging to the lips of the faux cunt to create a vague lather effect. You can see it faintly bubbling even from where you were sitting, and you softly click your tongue when he at last slips free of the toy with an obscenely loud, wet slurp that makes his hips give an involuntary jerk.

As he whines an overwrought sound that makes his chest sadly hitch, you reach further down to set the pocket pussy on top of the pad he’s kneeling on so some of that excess cum can safely run down the sides of it. Seth carefully watches you the whole time, his ears anxiously twitching when you sit back to reach into your handy tote bag again. Obviously this alone wasn’t enough to completely drain him so you were going to have to kick it up another notch.

“Turn around for me.” You murmur, feeling a pleased little spark light up in your chest when he just whimpers a frazzled sound before complying, getting himself spun around on the floor.

Without needing to be told, Seth obediently leans forward to brace on his hands and present himself to you with his legs spread wide. You don’t miss the eager curl of his tail as it arcs up to stand almost straight in the air or the anxious flicker it gives at the very tip. And between his legs his cock still heavily dangles, oozing a slow stretching thread of discharge onto the puppy pad underneath him. He hadn’t flagged at all despite having already shot off two loads and the creamy evidence of that was plainly visible on his skin.

With a generous bottle of lube now in hand, you lean down again to curl your unoccupied fingers under the fleshy sway of his ballsack and nudge up to gently cradle them. Even for as brief as the sensation surely must be, he still sucks in such a ragged, sharp edged gasp that you’d almost think you were hurting him.

You knew better than that though, perfectly familiar with the heightened sensitivity brought about by a Thiren’s mating cycle, and you allow yourself a moment to thoughtfully bounce his testicles in the palm of your hand. “Hmm. These are still quite full aren’t they? Haven’t you been tending to your own needs at all, Seth?”

Full on wheezing, he shudderingly arches his back while sliding his knees further apart to leave the full weight of his balls sitting firmly in your hold. “I’ve b - been busy …”

You softly click your tongue at that before pulling back to uncap the bottle, leaving his testes to pitifully hang there. “You should know better. Both of us are well aware how you get when you’re backed up.”

“I’m sorry.”

Ignoring his plaintive whining for a moment, you bring your freshly lubed fingers down to slide them through the crease of his petite backside, making him jolt as if you’d just electrocuted him. It’s because he’s a male in the prime of his life, and that instinctive drive to breed, breed, breed could only be sated with the regular emptying of his balls — though he doesn’t exactly look like one right now when he’s hungrily pushing back on your hand like a bitch in heat. That had been you on more than one occasion, in the exact same spot and in the exact same pose, but as a woman your subconscious urges tended to skew in the opposite direction of wanting to be bred, bred, bred.

It’s only your (mostly) clear head and the iron willed self control you’re desperately clinging to that keeps you from losing hold of yourself as you slip your pointer finger right into the center of his sticky pink hole and slowly slide it in. It’s getting harder and harder to keep your wits about you the more Seth’s potent cocktail of pheromones and adrenaline, sweat and semen floods your senses but you just keep reminding yourself that the two of you were no longer together. There wasn’t going to be any breeding done today.

And his ass readily accepts the intrusion, granting your finger entry with only the slightest bit of resistance which the copious lubricant takes care of quickly enough. You dip into him straight down to the knuckle and he jerks his head up to keen a frantic sound. Upon giving the digit a brief wriggle to test the give of his inner sleeve you promptly deem him ready for another and carefully slip out so you can then push in with two.

The faintly raised rim of his entrance greedily clings to you between the sporadic pulsing squeezes of his guts, trying to suck you in deeper and deeper. There’s only so far you can go though, and in an attempt to give him even some relief you curl the fingers down to insistently rub against the tender spot inside him.

“Oohh! Aauughhn, aahh! P - please!” He gasps, immediately giving in to the full bodied spasms that tear through him as his shuddering hips weakly flex under your ministrations.

Feeling hyper aware of just how sticky you were getting between the legs, you carefully set the lube aside on the floor where it wasn’t likely to get knocked over so you can reach your hand out to grab his bobbing cock. Giving it a tight squeeze that makes him mindlessly buck, you set in to attack him from both sides. While you work him open to ensure he’s sufficiently stretched with one set of fingers, the others drag down his stiff length in a demanding jerk to make his heavy balls bounce against your wrist.

It hardly comes as a surprise that he cums embarrassingly quick, and you let out a trembling breath while you watch him shoot jet after jet of that milky white substance onto the puppy pad. It quickly starts to gather in a sticky, sopping wet puddle underneath him the more he keeps cumming, and as long as you continue to massage over his prostate he doesn’t show any signs of stopping soon.

You can tell that it rapidly becomes too much for him though, his quaking shoulders dramatically hunching upward while his lower body twitches a wild, unsteady rhythm to match the hot pulses of cum that shoot out of him. His heaving gasps and groans soon take on a dire tinge as well and you finally decide to give him a moment to breathe, slowly sliding your fingers out to leave his puffy asshole needily clenching around nothing. You let go of his cock too, letting him tremble though the last of the spasms and dribble out whatever bit of semen he still had left.

God, it smelled like a Thiren brothel in here.

Struggling to shrug off the coaxing pheromones coming from him, you take a moment to glance down at the absorbent pad again. He really had cum a lot.

“Here,” You murmur, stretching your hand out to grab a corner of the square and gently tug on it. “Let’s get these switched out before we have a spill, okay?”

Swaying dizzily on his hands and knees, it seems to take Seth a long beat to realize you were even talking to him and another moment longer for him to understand what you were saying.

Groaning a threadbare little sound, he gingerly moves to crawl off the training pad so you can slide it away from him and off to the side before replacing it with the clean one. You take care to position it directly in front of the dildo you’d suctioned to the floor, making sure it’s close enough before straightening back up to look over at him again.

The pitifully flushed, bottom-lip-warbling expression staring back at you very nearly crumples whatever lingering bit of resolve you still had left. Not only was he going to be the death of you at this rate, he was also going to slowly wear you down until you finally gave in to the demanding pulse between your thighs. Worst of all, he wasn’t even consciously trying to do it.

Your feelings for him as much as your instinctive urges compel you though, and you quickly busy yourself with squirting a healthy dollop of lube over the waiting tip of the upright dildo so you don’t have to think about it too hard. It was already much too late to start getting cold feet now.

“Alright, come here. Let’s get you situated.”

Seth doesn’t need to be told twice and he quickly drags himself closer to kneel between the spread of your feet. He stares up at you like a needy, hopeful stray the whole time but you decide you just can’t take much more of that at the moment so you reach out to nudge at his shoulder.

“Spin around for me, handsome. It’ll be easier for me to take care of you this way, won’t it?”

Head bobbing a delirious nod, he obediently complies and gets himself turned to give you his back. The puppy pad rustles softly every time he moves before going quiet again when he eases himself into the cradle of your thighs with a faltering exhale.

You take a moment to lean over him and ensure the pad is where it needs to be before redirecting your hand to wrap around the base of the dildo so you can hold it steady. At your gently spoken command, Seth nudges himself up to balance on his toes so you can guide the silicone phallus to his loosened entrance. It catches in the fleshy wrinkle easily enough and as he starts to lower himself down, taking more and more of the stretch into his body, you eagerly watch the way his still achingly erect cock flexes at the penetration, swaying slightly before standing straight up again. You can even see a throbbing vein standing out along the side of his shaft, further tugging on your sympathy for him as you reach for the onahole again.

Practically sobbing as he settles on top of the dildo, Seth somewhat awkwardly spreads his legs further apart to really leave the full brunt of his weight centered over the fake cock while he watches you bring the pussy toy close. And his tail restlessly whips around your leg to indicate his excitement but he can’t quite seem to find his voice anymore to speak.

He just whimpers and seethes, chest stuttering with the hiccuping breaths he drags into his lungs. Sliding your unoccupied hand down across his shoulder, you locate one of his pert, pink nipples and start to flick it back and forth while you work on fitting the silicone cunt over his tip again.

“Shhh. Just relax. Deep breaths for me, okay? I’ve got you.”

The imitation slit spreads open for him at the insistent nudge of your hand and grants him entry to slide into the sticky, goopy mess he’d already made. He throws his head back, full on wailing a ragged sound now while his hips uncontrollably judder the deeper he slides into it. Once again torn between two equally unrelenting stimuli, he sways drunkenly between your legs and stiffly rocks back against the dildo wedged inside him to bask in the pressure on his guts.

Your own breath starts to come a little quicker watching him writhe in place like that, almost as if there was a symbiotic bond present that was mirroring his pleasure right back at you, but you grapple with yourself not to get distracted. Gripping the cylindrical toy so hard the knuckles hurt, you begin working it back and forth over him to a wet, sloppy schlucking sound that instantly has his toes curling tight.

So caught up in gradually drawing him back to that hazy edge of oblivion, you almost don’t even notice your own tail wrapping around to curl possessively across his chest. It’s only when you feel the brush of fur against your fingers, still mercilessly flicking at his fatly swollen nipple, do you catch what you’re doing. It very nearly manages to surprise you, the rhythm of your wrist wavering for a split second, but you don’t stop long enough to question it.

You just keep sliding the onahole up and down, up and down, again and again until Seth cums once more with a lilting, higher pitched moan than his usual. It’s easy to tell he’s getting uncomfortably sensitized and over stimulated by it all but you know you have to keep going. If you didn’t and then sent him on his way, there was a very good chance he’d quickly succumb to the mindless urges of his rut again, and probably be all the worse for it.

This was only going to work if you completely drained him, which was exactly why the dildos you’d grabbed came in handy. His prostate needed to be thoroughly milked to ensure you got every last drop out of him to simulate a completed mating cycle and stop the production of his pheromones. It’s the exact same process that would have happened if it was your pussy taking him in deep and sucking noisily at his throbbing length. If you were the one he was shooting his load into, the two of you probably would have been tangled up in each other for at least another day given how backed up he is.

If it was you …

“Oohn!” The sound that abruptly spills right out of your mouth catches you completely off guard and, uncontrollably shuddering, you scoot to the very edge of the cushions to press your cunt into his back. Your hand keeps working though and you stare at it as if you were transfixed, watching the bubbly clumps of semen run down his cock to tangle in his pubic hair. It felt like you were right on the edge of cumming too but that shouldn’t have been possible. You’d pointedly ignored every little twinge and aching clench in your body for a reason, and yet …

Rousing himself at the sensation of you desperately rubbing yourself against his spine, Seth tips his head back to blearily peer up at you through the heavy, inebriated fall of his lashes. “B - baby?”

“Oooh nooo …”

Sucking in a wet, half stifled breath, you squeeze your arms tighter around him to desperately clutch Seth against you and screw your eyes shut while you stiffly grind yourself against him. It’s an incredibly awkward thing to do in this position, especially when your hand was still mindlessly pumping at his cock, but you couldn’t stop. You just couldn’t.

Not one or the other, or any of it, and you finally tip over the edge with a savory stutter of your hips, dropping your face into his hair so you can seethe and groan your pleasure into all that silky soft excess. It doesn’t even really feel all that good when your pussy was pathetically clenching around nothing and yet it hits you so hard and so fast that it almost makes your eyes roll back into your head.

This couldn’t be happening. Even when you know damn well that it is, you still try desperately to convince yourself that it’s not.

But you feel a little too intoxicated, a little too high on the dizzyingly potent fog of pheromones and the overwhelmingly sharp smell of sex in the air to truly fight it. Rumbling one last reluctant sound of bitter pleasure, you finally give in and lean your weight into Seth from behind.

He tries to fight it at first but he’s even weaker than you are at the moment, and both of you are soon sliding forward to sprawl out across the floor in a heaving pile of limbs, hardwood be damned. You really can’t bring yourself to care much about that when your cunt was screaming at you, begging to be stretched and filled, and relentlessly bred.

You’d known perfectly well how dangerous this was and now look. You were starting to slip into heat because of him. Dammit Seth.

“Okay, look,” You finally manage to wheeze, struggling to sit up on top of his back. “I promise this doesn’t mean anything but — I can’t take it anymore. I’ll let you fuck me if you want. Please fuck me. I want your cum, I need it.”

Issuing a disoriented, foggy groan, he shifts underneath you to look back over his shoulder, panting just as heavily as you are now. “Wh - are … are you serious? You said - -“

“I don’t care what I said.” Hissing through your teeth, you reach down to grab a fistful of that enviously soft hair, fingers closing at the root so you can yank his neck back at an angle that can’t be comfortable. “Please, Seth. If you don’t fuck me right now I’ll — I’ll never forgive you. You caused this and now I need you to take responsibility before I … I - -“

You abruptly startle when you feel his tail come up to twine around yours, locking the two of you together for as long as you were willing to let it happen. And even for as brief as the gesture is, it has its intended effect of temporarily soothing you, giving you a chance to suck in a much needed lungful of air. It would have felt even better if the space inside your tiny apartment wasn’t completely inundated with the buzzing smell of him.

“Alright,” He cautiously rattles out when he sees you stiffly relaxing into his touch. “We can do it but … nghnn, like you said. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex. Are you still on birth control?”

“Of course I am.”

“Great. Let’s go then.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

#zenless zone zero #seth lowell #seth x reader #self insert bullshit

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koolades-world · 2 months ago

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I hope requests are still open. If they are how do you think the obey me brothers would react to an MC with a very low sex drive still being in love with asmo? Like they love him for his personality and overall vibe but feel bad because they don’t have a high sex drive at all (not asexual just not in the mood for sex often at all)

hi! don't worry, you got it in on time!

this is such a cute ideaaaaa. i know asmo would understand because he loves you for you, not because of what you can give him. he likes that someone can see him for him, and the beauty beneath the flesh. i could easily turn this into something a little longer! i'm just a sucker for mc loving asmo for who he is, not who he appears as. i won't lie, i did struggle a little to make hcs for this but i would gladly make it a fic

enjoy <3

Mc w/ low sex drive in love with Asmo

Lucifer

he let out a big sigh of relief when he found out the two of you were together

the two of you are good for each other, despite your differences

if you ever need advice with his brother, he's more than willing to help

Mammon

you're the one that got away /j/j/j

asmo is a great demon, and he's the one that has to listen to him gush about you

trust him, he knows that asmo doesn't care and loves you for you

Levi

you can vent any concerns to him if you have them, and he'll try his best to help

in a clumsy way, he explains how he can see asmo cares a lot, using a video game metaphor

if you ever need confidence, he'll return the favor and give you a pep talk!

Satan

if you really want them, he can recommend books you might find useful

however, he doesn't think you need them

being yourself is the best thing you can do, because that's who asmo fell in love with

Asmo

he loves you so much!!!

to be honest, he just feels lucky to have gotten a catch like you

it's totally alright with him that you can't match his libido! he'd be a little more concerned if you could haha

Beel

he's really happy for his older brother!!

the two of you always look so joyful to be holding hands and eating lunch together

he's so glad his favorite human is with one of his favorite demons in the whole world

Belphie

when you come to him, asking for advice, he's almost annoyed that you're questioning if he really loves you

not at you, or his brother though

you're clearly meant for each other, and something like that can't stand in the way of your love

#gn reader #headcanons #obey me #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me mammon #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me! shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

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brights-place · 3 months ago

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Hello!! I was wondering if you could write about brozone with a sister reader who stayed to take care of Branch when brozone split?

Like, how would the other brothers react when they see her with Branch? Or would Branch still lose his colors at some point despite her being there with him?

Brozone bro's with a Sister! Who took cares of Branch !!

Pairing: Brozone & Younger Sister

Warnings: Fluff, and light Cursing, angst

A/N: I was happy to write this and thank you for the request (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

-You stayed back as you watched your brothers leaving as you held branch is hand as you stood there with wide shaky eyes and confusion on your face as you watch them disband and floyd hug branch goodbye. - Your hand let go of branch and grabbed floyd you were only a couple years younger then floyd but also a couple years older then branch yet you were a child - You stared with wide eyes you were only a child "You can't just leave... You can't do that... None of you can what about branch what about grandma what about Me?" your hands gripped around his wrists tighter - Floyd spoke "I understand but you're willing to wait for it you'll be able to take care of branch and when I come back it wont be too long I'll bring you a gift" floyd said softly as your hand slightly went loose "I'm willing to wait for it?" you muttered as he nodded as you nodded your head "I'll make sure were safe... and and- you guys don't do anything dumb!"

- That day you stood for branch growing up faster then others to take care of branch. Grandma tried to help you keep your childish habits but it didn't worka t all. - Once grandma died you became protective presence in branch is life always watching out for him and trying to keep him safe from the outside world and not to be eaten - Growing up you had taken on a more maternal role in the family after your grandma died and got eaten while despite the challenges of raising branch alone even as branch he became increasingly isolated and paranoid in troll village. - Over time, Branch becomes more isolated and paranoid, which your character struggles to address due to their limited knowledge and control over his emotions. - So when everything happened you still protected him when you grew up but when Trolls World Tour Happened and you didn't come with branch to save the others stating 'we didn't need them then we don't need them now' - Branch still went and you told him whatever he chooses you'd still care for him - The brothers were shocked to see her taking care of Branch and worried about his behavior and how he had changed. - Floyd did bring back a gift and stared at you when you were hanging clothes and gasped seeing branch coming back running to him checking if he was alright but once you saw Floyd, Clay, Bruce, John dory you stared them down - The way they flinched at your glare was like they were gonna die on the spot from their younger sister - Seeing how there baby sister grew up protecting branch even when he was a adult now - Lets just say talking to them was hard... hearing their situations but you did indeed put out your feelings on how ridiculous they were. - As the brothers stood there dumbfounded by the sight of their younger sister Floyd took the initiative and approached you first - The conversation was difficult very difficult and hard to do that - The brothers were all in shock as they saw their baby sister standing there, protective of Branch. Floyd stepped forward first still speechless as he tried to find the words to say

- "Sis... you've grown up so much" Floyd managed to say his voice filled with a mix of surprise and admiration - The rest of the brothers followed Floyd's lead, slowly walking forward to get a better look at their younger sister - They were all taken aback by how much she had changed. She was no longer the little girl they remembered but a young woman who had grown into a protective and responsible person - As the brothers took in her appearance, each of them had a different reaction to how much she had grown and changed.

- John Dory glanced over to the other brothers, feeling a mix of pride and regret at seeing their little sister all grown up.

- As you continued to chat getting points across they all apologized to you deeply - You all started to try rebuild your family the best you could yet that never changed on how your inner child was suffering even after they came back that part of you is still hurt.

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samiiy20 · 1 year ago

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♡ 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Bang Chan x fem! reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: Smut, a little bit of fluff 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.8k 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: unprotected sex (don't do it),masturbation, taste semen. I'm sorry if I forgot something

N/A: This is the last writing of the year 2023, I hope you enjoy it and I know there are still three days left but I want to thank you all for supporting me and reading me, I hope to continue writing for next year. ily <3

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You looked at the time again, it was already late and although Chan told you that it would only be a quiet dinner with the boys, you couldn't stop looking at your phone. You didn't want to bother him, maybe he was just having a good time and he forgot about all his worries.

You got into bed but worry wouldn't let you sleep, you walked around the house and tried to see something but your mind only thought about your boyfriend. You settled on the couch and covered yourself with a blanket, but just when you finally seemed to relax, a loud knock on the door alarmed you. You ran to open it and were surprised to see Han.

"Hi."

"What happened? everything is alright?" Before the boy could answer you you saw Lee Know appear and Changbin carrying a body between his shoulders “Chan?”

“Sweetheart…” Your boyfriend raised his head at your call and tried to break away to run into your arms, but the other two held him up before he fell to the floor.

“Damn, it's heavy,” Lee Know complained, holding his friend's arm around his neck. You finally reacted, leaving a space to tell them to pass.

The boys held on to the couch and let the drunk Bang Chan finally rest. You took a breath before Changbin apologized and explained to you that Chan had decided to order the most expensive bottle they had which ended with him drinking it all.

“Thank you very much for bringing it,” you walked them out, apologizing before glancing at your boyfriend, “I'll take care of him"

You closed the door and went to where your boyfriend was, in the time you had been with him you never thought about seeing him in this state, in reality it was very rare for him to get drunk, you wondered what happened to make him get like this. Tired, you sat next to him and stroked his hair while giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You heard him utter what seemed like incoherent words and you couldn't help but laugh a little, but as much as you wanted to let him rest he reeked of alcohol.

“Baby…” Bang Chan opened one eye at your call “let's go to the shower.”

“mhmhmh”

“I can't leave you here” You took his hand and with all your strength you stretched him out making him move a little “come on, I promise… you will feel better”

After struggling for what seemed like hours you managed to get him to the bathroom with promises, effort, sweat, and a few curses. You made him sit on the toilet while you prepared the tub.

Bang Chan was really serious and he just followed your movements without making any noise, waiting patiently for you to tell him what to do. It was strange for you to know this new phase, it was almost always him who took care of you and took care of you, but he didn't mind doing it, especially if he looked at you like a puppy waiting for a treat from him.

After making sure the water was cold you helped him get into the water and when his feet finally touched the water his body reacted and his skin crawled, but you helped him continue until he was completely submerged.

He seemed uneasy due to the change in temperature, you sat on the edge of the tub helping him wash his hair and rinse his arms watching his face change a little.

"do you feel better?"

“Yes” you stroked his hair, and he let his head fall into your legs, you felt a shiver in your body from the drops of water that fell on your bare skin “Thank you”

“You've taken care of me before, it's just fair that I do it once for you.”

Bang Chan smiled remembering the times you came home screaming and kissed your legs, regaining some reason. He looked up at your face and when he met your eyes he felt his heart beat rapidly, suddenly his body became hot and he felt nervous like the first times when he spoke to you.

"Dear…"

"What's happening?" The words seemed to be erased from his head and he went blank in a long time, you really were the most beautiful person in his eyes, he loved you so much that he would risk anything to have you by his side forever.

"I love you"

You widened your eyes and Bang Chan thought you would answer him with the same, but he didn't wait for you to burst out laughing.

“Are you still drunk?” You stood up and dried your hands as you wiped away an invisible tear. “Get out of there, you need to rest.”

Now calmer, you could finally rest knowing that your boyfriend was safe. You got tangled in the covers and closed your eyes when you felt Bang Chan's body next to you. You hadn't realized the tiredness in your body but it seemed like you could finally sleep, but hands hooked on your waist making you react.

"Baby…"

“I just want to feel you” You let him hold you and you settled down as you closed your eyes again to sleep, but his nose on your neck tickled you.

“Chan…”

“Mhm?”

“Let me sleep” you tried to move out of his arms but his grip on your waist only grew stronger, completely pressing your body against him, making you feel his chest on your back and his half-hard cock on your butt.

“Then do it” You growled, running away again without success and you just tried to ignore him, letting his hands get under the sweatshirt you were wearing as pajamas. You closed your eyes tightly trying not to focus on his fingers playing with your breasts, but his lips on your neck made you grit your teeth.

“Are you still drunk?”

“I'm completely sober my love” his tongue traced circles on your skin making you curse trying to withstand his provocations “are you sure you want to sleep?”

His other hand slid to your clothed pussy and he ran his hands over it making you moan.

“Yes…” You didn't know if it was the answer to his question or you just wanted him to continue but you just let yourself be carried away by the sensations of his hands causing your body. His mouth didn't stop and he sucked on your neck, leaving red marks on your skin so you would remember that night for the next few days.

You moved your hips, stroking his cock, making him moan near your ear, causing you to wet your panties. His hand massaged your breasts and squeezed one of your nipples while the other dipped into your shorts, feeling the wetness between your legs.

“Fuck… are you wet already?” Before you could respond, you felt his hand on your breasts slowly go up to your neck, pressing it a little, letting you rock your hips faster against him. “Do you want my cock in your little pussy, princess?”

You nodded, feeling him get rid of your clothes, letting his fingers get wet with your juices. You arched your back and clenched the sheets when she ran her fingers over your swollen clit and you moaned a little louder when she started moving it in small circles.

“I need to hear you” he squeezed your throat harder knowing that you liked it when he used his hands on you.

“Yes…” His fingers slid into your entrance without giving you time to process it before he started pumping two of them.

"You only know to say that?" Your mind couldn't think clearly with his fingers squeezing your throat while he moved the others in your tight pussy, you wanted to scream at him that you needed his cock but you could only blurt out his name while he fucked you to his whim.

"I want…"

“What do you want princess?” You felt the knot in your stomach unravel from the pleasure in your body before you responded and Bang Chan finally released his grip on your neck, letting you breathe “mmm… is that what you wanted?” fill my fingers with your semen?”

He removed his hand from your legs and you opened your mouth when he ran his fingers over your lips, tasting you on them. You caught your breath and turned your head a little to look at him, letting his mouth meet.

“I want your cock in my pussy, please” Bang Chan pulled away a little to release his cock and grab your leg.

Without wasting any time Bang chan got ready and shoved his cock into your pussy fitting his teeth into your shoulder as he bottomed out. You sighed in relief as you felt full and turned again to reach his lips.

“Never doubt how much I love you” along with his lips as his hips collided against you and began a slowly tortuous but precise rhythm.

His arms hooked around your waist without leaving the slightest space between his bodies, the air of his breaths mixed with the sound of his hips and the love between his hearts could be felt through the senses of him.

You were so devoted in mind and body to him that time passed very slowly, you didn't know if it was his hands massaging your clit or his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you or his hungry kisses or a mixture of everything that made your body tremble under his.

“Baby… I'm going to…”

“Just wait a little, I want to accompany you” the movements of his hips increased the sound of your moans, making the euphoria in his body rise rapidly.

“I can’t…” you begged, letting a tear fall as you tried to hold on.

“Do it, princess,” you moaned his name, surrendering your senses to the pleasure in your body, feeling Bang Chan's cock tremble inside you and spilling his seed inside you, mixing his juices.

You closed your eyes recovering from your orgasm, Bang chan stayed in the crook of your neck whispering over and over again that he loved you.

“Let's get clean”

“I want more…” you said, shaking your hips still with his cock in your pussy.

“I thought you wanted to rest” you turned and without giving him a chance to continue talking you kissed him. Bang chan smiled and took your waist, moving away a little, he turned you and placed himself on top of you. “Tell me, I want to listen to you.”

“I love you” he eased his cock into you slowly and you moaned.

"Again"

“I love you” his thrusts went in time with your words and you didn't stop moaning again and again until dawn.

“I love you too darling” Bang chan responded lying next to you while he covered you with the sheet. I kiss your forehead and imprison your body, finally letting you rest.

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kairiscorner · 1 year ago

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looks like someone put a pause on the grumpiness ; )

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miguel x grumpy reader pt. 2

(part 1)

surprisingly, you were quite calm for the past few days. you seldom got annoyed at everyone, in fact, you seemed a little nicer. everyone was more horrified of you being nicer than usual than the classic, snappy image of you that they were so used to seeing.

you had a smile on more often, it unsettled a lot of people, but when they found out you were genuinely happier, they couldn't have been any more relieved. they didn't know what changed in you that you were suddenly a more friendly, more approachable person than before, but they didn't need to know.

miguel, of course, was very aware of what changed; and he was falling for that version of you as each and every day passed by.

behind closed doors, you were a goofy, beautifully emotional mess in front of miguel. you would change your expression and demeanor on the dime when it was necessary, can't have everyone think you didn't care about work anymore; but you liked letting loose every once in a while, especially when it came to the man who, once feared you greatly, now loves you wholly.

you two tried to keep your little "companionship" under wraps, sometimes some random spider person would catch you two together and think that you two would snap each other's necks off, but no, you two would just talk. and smile at each other. that was a scarier sight, so they'd just walk or swing off and pretend they saw nothing, it wasn't their business, anyway.

"feels good being feared, huh?" miguel asked you with a chuckle as he looked into your eyes, taking in how breathtaking you look, right in front of him; flashing him the sweetest smile he'd ever be treated to in his entire life. "you like being respected like the scary little spider you are?" he teased as he ran a hand through your hair, his smile widening all the while as he heard you giggle.

"it is quite... fun to have them run away or straighten up when i enter the room. it used to be offensive, but i wear the impressions they have of me as badges of honor." you expressed with exaltation, kind of a little too proud that you were well respected, at least in your perspective, at HQ. you loved being a leader, you hated it when others griped or disobeyed your orders, let alone someone else tell you what to do; and you took no nonsense none of the time.

recently, you were more lenient with your leading style--you gave the spider people under your leadership some breathing room, gave them more breaks, you barked less orders at them. you always gave constructive criticism and proper advice on how to wrap up missions neatly; you just always struggled with delivery, you weren't exactly the best people person, but you had a big heart, even if you kept it hidden away from many eyes.

miguel sighed in contentment as he leaned closer towards you, a small pink hue dashing his cheeks. "i do seem to find myself a little attracted to someone who can keep up with my style of leadership. someone who knows what they want and won't back down until they get it just the way they want it." he muttered as you felt his breath hot against your face, your noses nearly brushing over each others, which sent a shock up your spine, causing you to sit up straighter, and to blush a deep red shade.

"i know you're smitten with me, o'hara, i just didn't think you'd be, what was the term? ah, masochi-" you were cut off as he put a finger on your lips, laughing to himself softly. "i'm just simply admiring a strong, capable, scary comrade." he said as he rubbed the tip of his finger over your soft lips.

you chuckled back. "that tickles." you commented as his finger rested on your lower lip. before either of you could do anything else, lyla appeared in between the two of you, looking smug and snarky as usual.

"hey lovebirds, anyway, stop being like a married couple for a minute and check this out." she said as she pulled up a slideshow of pictures of another universe your most recent team was sent to. they were tied up in their own webs and the villain was causing mass destruction, civilians running away every which way, it was utter madness.

miguel sighed and cursed under his breath in spanish as the your bottom eyelid twitched as you continued smiling as if nothing were wrong.

"this is what i get for being too nice, apparently." you grumble as you headed off to get your equipment. but before you could even go, miguel gently grabbed hold of your wrist, looking at you with soft eyes. "regardless of what trouble they get in, or how much destruction is out there... you're always a great leader. it wasn't your fault for being more lenient, they should've been more responsible and organized. okay? you're doing amazing already as you are, querida." he said as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear, caressing your cheek as his palm found its way down your face.

you smiled at his comforting words, it took your anger away by a smidge and reassured you a whole lot more than you expected it to. "okay. thank you, miggy." you thanked him as you gave him a peck on the cheek and grinned as you walked off to get your equipment, leaving in your wake a flustered mess of miguel.

he leaned against his desk and grinned widely, lyla taking pictures of his astonished self as he takes in the softness of your lips, the sweetness and reality of your kiss on his cheek.

you gave your team a stern and firm talking-to about following protocol, the plan, and not straying away from the team to please their own ego. you did some screaming, but they weren't complaining; they didn't do as you said, and they got themselves tangled up in that mess.

but as you were chewing them out, miguel came by and petrified every single one of them with his signature, cold gaze. "think they learned their lesson?" he asked you with his hands on his hips as he peered at you. "i'm hoping they did." you said as you looked at him with your arms crossed on your chest.

after a few seconds of you two playing the angry parents card, you and miguel cracked into smiling faces and laughed a little at how scary you were both being in front of these guys. you dismissed them with a warning, and you sighed.

"you did a great job paralyzing them with your gaze, grumpy mcgrumpface." you teased miguel as he looked at you with a grin. "not as much as how you were raising your voice to get your point across, the scary grumpspider." he retorted playfully as he moved closer to you, facing you and taking in all your beauty.

"i love you." he mutters as you mutter an 'i love you, too' back at him. he closed the distance between you two with a soft kiss, it was simple, it was sweet, it was short; but he told you everything he felt, had ever felt, and will ever feel in that brief kiss he planted on your lovely lips.

"can't believe grumpy mcgrumpface has such good kissing skills." you remarked as you ran your finger over your lips. he chuckled as he cupped your face in his hands. "wanna see how far i can go with those skills, oh scary grumpspider?"

a/n: this was supposed to be angst, but this is your canon event with him <333

tags !! @miguelswifey04

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #spiderman 2099 #atsv spiderman #atsv #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse

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karenandhenwilson · 6 months ago

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About Coming Out

I've seen some discussion about "how disrespectful and misogynistic it was of Buck to come out at his sister's wedding". And at first I laughed about that take, but after some consideration, I became pretty sad. Because I feel this is one of the most queerphobic takes I've seen in this whole fandom discourse taking place since May.

What does this take imply about being queer and coming out? It tells us that coming out is a big thing. Something that you need to do with great care and put a lot of attention to, that you need to expect everyone else to put a lot of attention to. But not because people might react poorly and it's a decision a queer person needs to make carefully for their own safety's sake (which is the very reality for most queer people in any given situation) and instead because everyone else has the right to make a big deal about it and demand to talk about it and fully concentrate on it no matter what else is going on.

Coming out should not be big thing. It should not even be necessary.

That it is necessary to tell people "hey, you know, I'm not straight" or "hey, you know, I'm not cis" or any other thing people assume about others is a problem of our society. We are living in a heteronormative world. People complain about children being exposed to queer themes, but at the same time the toddlers in the sandpit--one a boy the other a girl--getting along great for the afternoon they are playing together, are called boyfriend and girlfriend. And then they are teased about their "crushes" (at least as long as it's a crush of the oposite gender, of course. In any other case they just really close friends and isn't nice to see such close friendships?).

No one should assume about any real person they see on the street, or in class, or at work, or on the news, or on TV what or who they are. But in the end all of us, the queer community just as much as everyone else, assume about people they don't know that they are straight and cis. Or they assume just by their appearances that they are decidedly not straight or not cis. (I just recently saw a meme: A picture of Christina Aguilera on a stage, and a comment beneath about "the horrors of men dressing as women" or something along those lines. That’s sad for so many reasons, but I think it very much showed the mindset of many people about how their perception is more important than anything else.)

It shouldn't matter. But sadly, it does. We live in a society where I was nervous at 16 when I told my mom "I like girls more than boys at the moment" because I had a horrible crush on a girl in my class when she asked me about dating boys (to then be told by my mother that it was a phase and would go away eventually. I haven't told her yet that it wasn't a phase but that I do use another label now). We live in a society where I used a friend's struggle with her family concerning her girlfriend to very carefully see how my dad would react to me talking about this at 21 and then blurted out "I know how my friend feels because Mom was horrible when I told her I'm bi" (to then break down in tears when my dad just shrugged, said I hadn't told him anything new about myself or my mom and if my friend and her girlfriend needed any help).

I wish we lived in a world where sitting at a café with a relatively new friend and just mentioning "this woman I once dated" without it interrupting the conversation at all was normal. And where it is just as normal that this friend shared a little while later "that's why I mostly dated women before meeting my husband" again without it interrupting our conversation in any way. Our hug when we said goodbye might have been a little bit longer and a little bit tighter than is usual, but other than that it was not a big deal coming out to each other at all. I, for my part, didn't even think about it being a big thing because I feel comfortable and secure with this friend.

I wish we lived in a world where coming out wasn't even necessary.

I wish we lived in a world where others wouldn't make assumptions based on what others look like under their closes, or about who they love, or about who they find attractive, or about who they fuck. Where people wouldn't judge how people style themselves and how they look and what the scale might show about their weight. I wish we lived in a world where none of that mattered. I wish we lived in a world where a man showing up with a boyfriend or showing up single to any event would be as much talked about as a man showing up with a girlfriend: that there would be no talk about it at all.

We don't live in such a world. And when I look at people saying Buck was disrespectful and misogynistic (really, what??? Are people once more just throwing around random words to see which of them will stick?) by coming out at his sister's wedding, I know my nieces and nephews and probably even my grand-nieces and grand-nephews won't ever experience such a world. Because instead of working to normalize being queer, people are doing exactly the opposite. (And then of course the anti-queer laws we are seeing pop up again at the moment, but that's another topic.)

All that despite 9-1-1 showing us at least a glimpse of that world I wish we could live in.

We saw Buck struggle with some internalized homophobia, of course. Because I think that's exactly what his nervousness during the first date and his panic when Eddie showed up was about. We know that Buck isn't homophobic in the slightest. We have seen him interact with enough queer people in the course of the show to know that about him. But clearly, there was a tiny voice in his head--and I'd bet money it sounded very much like Margaret Buckley's voice--telling him it was shameful to date a man. He worked through it very quickly and I think that's a testament of how much he did work through the bullshit his parents planted in his head in therapy. And it might also be a sign of how much he really likes Tommy and wants to be with him that he managed to work through that hateful voice in his head in just a couple of days.

But then we also saw that coming out is very much not a big deal at all at the wedding. I fully believe Buck knew about the soot on his face (Come on guys, he's been a firefighter for over seven years. He worked in a forest fire at least once. Buck knows exactly how soot travels and how difficult it is to get rid of it again.) He chose to have the soot all over his face to show everyone how he had greeted Tommy. He dragged Tommy into the room holding his hand. He took that slight breath to prepare himself for any reaction and then beamed over his whole face. There was no spoken announcement, but it could still not have been louder. I'm sure, if everything had gone according to plan (and Tommy hadn't been stuck fighting a fire) there wouldn't have been any big announcement then either. They'd just have danced among all the other couples dancing at the wedding and let everyone else make their assumptions about it.

And everyone else just reacted like I wish it would always go: They smiled, happy to see Buck happy, and turned back to the main event. No one talked about Buck and Tommy. No one asked Buck and Tommy any questions. No one turned to Buck and said "But you've always liked women!" or asked "Were you hurt by a woman? Is that the reason you are turning to men now?" or accused "You should have told us an age ago! Why didn't you tell us? How dare you not to tell us!".

It was such a fucking beautiful coming-out scene. Because it was full of acceptance and support. And at the same time, it also showed that coming out really isn't a big thing. It showed to beautifully that it doesn't matter who he loves or who he dates.

Buck coming out to the rest of his friends and family was not noteworthy at all among all the events of that day. Because he's found great friends and a great family in LA and all that matters for them is that he is happy with the person he is dating.

So, I would like to ask those people who say that Buck should have gone around and come out to everyone before the wedding because doing it the way he did was stealing his sister's big day (and why only his sisters, anyway? Why not also Chimney's big day?) something: If Buck had brought a new girlfriend, should he have gone around to everyone to inform them about that first? Maddie knew about Tommy, I think Chimney might have known before getting sick. Aren't those the two important people on that day and the only ones who need to know, at least that he was bringing a date?

And also: Should have Hen and Karen gone around to all the guests who don't know them and come out to them? Which includes the Buckley parents. If Josh brought a date, should he have gone to everyone and inform them first about bringing a man as his date? Or to take his one ridiculous step further: Should have Athena and Bobby gone around to everyone who doesn't know them closely to tell them they are an interracial couple? (Because there are people who would still find that scandalous and could have made a scene! No matter that they are currently attending the wedding of another interracial couple.) Why have these couples the right to assume that no one will talk about their relationship when the focus should be on the bride and groom, but Buck and Tommy don't have that right? Just because it's new for Buck? Rally?

(And I'm aware that the people who I'm asking this question probably quit reading this text after the first 100 words or so. They probably didn't get 1.7k words into my essay to get to these questions. And that might just be another problem in this fandom discourse: Certain people are just not open to take the time and energy to openly and honestly deal with opinions that don't agree with their own opinion. Because that could mean having to change their own opinion, right?)

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