#ooohh i do not like this thing very much

[front-facing-pokemon]

[alkeneater]

are you kidding me i just watched the entire moonbeam city season knowing it's going to be crappy but now i feel kinda attached to RAD????

I WATCHED THIS SHIT JUST BECAUSE HE WAS VOICED BY WILL FORTE BUT THIS CHARACTER IS.... A LOSER??? NO BITCHES??? TRAGIC BACKSTORY??? LOOKS CUTE???? SILLY??? STUPID AF????? WHAT?????????? this is my type i fear he even looks like one of my main OCs i made long time ago bro (white-skinned black-haired-with-a-blue-strand guy) ALSO THIS BRO HAD A VIRTUAL FAMILY IN ONE EPISODE??? this hits so damn hard

bro bro (you know who i'm talking to) BRO thanks for telling me about this show i'm screaming

YEAH IT WAS EXTREMELY CRINGY OVERALL BUT AT LEAST I LIKED SOME CHARACTERS SO THAT'S COOL YAY

okay so rad is my wife now uhhhh i guess i'm going to marry every character will forte voices because his voice is so beautiful yk 😳

hmmm 3/10 because will forte <3 okay no 4/10 cuz i liked the aesthetic a lil bit but honestly this show sucks <3 not for me <3 (i try so hard to not hyperfixate because i don't choose interests, THEY CHOOSE ME) (don't worry guys i'll forget about this show tomorrow) (I HOPE)

[merakiui]

something something eldritch monster azul thoughts.

he’s your childhood friend. you meet him in the woods, huddled in the darkness of a burrow beneath an ancient tree, its roots grotesquely gnarled. it’s pitch-black inside, and when you reach in hoping to find a cute bunny or maybe even a family of frogs you don’t expect the darkness to reach back. it coils around your wrist, an obsidian appendage that’s sticky and frigid to the touch. you gasp and the darkness quickly retreats.

“don’t go! please don’t go. i’m sorry if i scared you,” you say, feeling around for the creature and mourning its disappearance. “i won’t hurt you. come back…” two brilliant blue eyes open to watch you, quietly assessing whether you’re friend or foe.

hesitantly, almost shyly, the tentacle creeps back, searching out your arm. it curls between your fingers, a soft human hand. when you pull, a boy your age comes out from the darkness, covered in grime and cobwebs. you offer him your coat because he isn’t wearing anything, and it’s a cold autumn day. he blinks at you, one eye at a time. you ask him what his name is, but he doesn’t seem to have one. he doesn’t speak, but he understands you when he nods or shakes his head in response to some of your curious questions.

you bring him home, ask your parents if you can keep him. you’ve always wanted to live with a friend. your parents are horrified. “where did you find this boy?” they ask, wrapping him up in a blanket, hurrying to find clothes for him, prepare him some food, get him into the bath. “where are his parents?” you tell them he doesn’t have any—that’s what he told you, or that’s what you’re assuming. your parents think this boy might be lost. they decide to make missing posters for him, ask around the neighborhood, file reports. until someone claims him, he can stay.

you’re ecstatic, happily pulling him all throughout the house to show him around. “this is my room. this is my favorite plushie. you can’t have her, though. she sleeps with me. oh, but you can have this one! it’s an octopus. it’s blue like your eyes. take it.” his arms are full of things you’re giving him. expressionless, he allows you to bring him deeper into the weavings of your life. you share parts of yourself with him. you’re effortlessly kind. a warm presence. he decides he likes you.

later that night, while he sleeps curled on the floor in soft, sea-print pajamas, you dream of the shadow in the burrow. when you ask the darkness its name, it replies: azul.

no one comes forward with any information. days turn into months and then years. you grow up alongside each other. eventually azul learns to speak, to write, to do all the things you can do. his appetite is voracious. you used to giggle when he’d tear into his meals with both hands. it wasn’t until he learned how to feel shame, how to have manners, that he began to utilize his utensils, take small, mindful bites, tamp down his ravenous urges. you learn a lot about him when you sleep. you dream of that burrow a lot, about what resides in it.

he accompanies you to school. the children there make fun of him because he’s weird and different. not like the rest. because he blinks strangely and because he always smells like wet earth and because he acts funny and because he clings to you so much it’s codependent (“ooohh,” the bullies jeer, “(name)’s got a boooooyfriend!” and you fluster like it’s something to be ashamed of—like he’s something to be ashamed of). he wants them all dead, but before he can carry out a swift, spine-snapping execution you’re stopping him. “azul!” you shout, rushing over to him, heaving out great gasps. you’re crying. big globs of salt in your eyes. he can smell it, your fear, your sadness, your panic. very human scents. “stop! you can’t!”

he turns slowly. blood flecks his cheeks and knuckles from where he kicked and punched, from the stone he retrieved in the courtyard, its rough tip poised to gouge out an eye. the bullies look up at him in horror. it’s a different fear from yours. they’re terrified of him. you’re terrified for him.

it’s the first and final time he resorts to violence. the teachers give him an earful. your parents apologize profusely, insist he isn’t usually like this, are willing to compromise with the families of those rotten children, but then they don’t truly know azul. they’re going to make an effort to discipline him better, they say. he’s a good child. honest.

he sits outside the principal’s office, idly swinging his legs.

after that day, the bullies never mess with him again. after that day, he learns how to smile.

- - -

the years trickle by. azul has lived as a human so long that he’s forgotten what he really is. he’s not very strange anymore. he’s learned how to be mostly human, how to camouflage monstrosity with humanity. everything he knows, he’s learned from you.

he doesn’t know how old he is. when you were little, you said he could be your age. he looked it. you told him, “since you don’t know when your birthday is, you can share mine.” so every year that he’s spent with you, he’s aged just like you. the both of you are sixteen when he plants his lips on yours. you’re being naughty, sneakily watching an r18 film. he watches the actors as they wrap around each other. it’s more than an embrace. he asks you what that is, what it means, and you tell him it’s because they love each other. sex is what you do when you love someone.

so he kisses you. it’s just innocent curiosity, a peck that lasts a little too long. you fall backwards on the sofa, shocked, your fingers brushing your mouth, as if you can still feel him there.

“what…was that for?”

“love,” he replies. “isn’t that how it’s done?”

“do you love me, azul?”

“like the humans on TV?”

“that’s different. that’s…romantic. intimate. y-you know…”

he doesn’t.

“then what is this?” he points to his mouth and then yours. “what are we?”

“we’re friends.”

he feels it two years later, when you bring your first boyfriend home and it’s made abundantly clear what he is and what that boy is. he learns there is an important distinction between boyfriend and a boy who is a friend. he’s the latter.

he snoops through your laundry, searching for the ones that smell like that boy. you yell at him, fiercely embarrassed. you smell like him more and more every day. when he was little, he’d climb into your bed for warmth and you’d allow it. not so much anymore now. now you share your bed with another. you tell him he can’t just go through your things or snoop around your room, especially your laundry! it’s not right. he’s your friend. he’s like family to you. azul thinks all of these distinctions are so troublesome.

your boyfriend is troublesome.

- - -

he’s hungry. he needs to eat more to keep his energy up. the human doctors told him it’s because he’s growing. he needs something fleshy, though. he needs a pulsing heart between his teeth, warm, moist gore spattering his maw. he’s not sure what he’s doing when he stands over the mangled corpse on the side of the road, backdropped by towering trees. it’s an unlucky deer. freshly hit. he’s hungry.

so he eats.

azul feels whole when he’s with you, serene, like the world is one piece and all is well. he lies on the grass beside you, peering up at fluffy cumulus clouds. the sky is so blue. “are you going to marry him?” he asks suddenly, and you turn to look at him, utterly baffled.

“n-no way. i’m too young for marriage. b-besides, that’s something you do when you’re really in love.”

“then are you really in love with him?”

“i like him.” you prop yourself up on your elbow and poke his cheek. “we need to get you someone, zuzu. then you’ll understand.”

he highly doubts that.

years ago, he snuffed the violent tempest raging within him for calm seas. gentle. tender. humans like those traits. he wants to be an ideal human for you. it’s harder than he thought. lots of energy.

for you, he’ll do it.

for you, he’ll do anything.

- - -

he stands in the doorway, watching you like you’re one of the humans on TV. he remembers the movie. sex. that’s what you do when you love someone. you told him that. if you love him, why are you also loving someone else?

he still doesn’t understand the complexities of love. his thinking is black-and-white. animalistic instinct. logic that borders survival.

you’re horrified. you yank sheets up and over yourself and your boyfriend, squawk at him to get out, toss a pillow his way. it lands at his feet. he thinks fondly of throwing your boyfriend against the wall and listening to his skull crack.

he leaves. the door shuts behind him.

- - -

“if i was a monster, would you still like me?” he asked once, while you were relaxing on the beach. a vacation to a warmer place in the middle of winter. like migration.

“where’s this coming from?” you peek at him from over the mound of a sandcastle. he digs his feet into the grit, feels it cake between his toes.

“would you?” he presses, pushing deeper until a crab breaks the surface and skitters away. he tracks its frantic departure with his eyes.

“you’re not a monster.”

“but what if i was? pretend for just a moment.”

you stop patting the sand. the misshapen castle is on the verge of collapse. a quaint sea breeze blows between the both of you.

“i’ll always love you, azul. even if you’re a monster.”

“do you promise?”

“i promise.”

you smile at him, and the tension breaks. he allows you to bury his lower half in the sand.

did you mean it? he wants to ask every day after that one. will you really love me when i’m a monster?

- - -

there’s blood everywhere.

at first, you think a bear ripped your boyfriend apart. trampled the campsite and tore him from his tent, all while you were off gathering twigs and sticks for kindling. but it’s not a bear.

you have to choke back your vomit. the smell is so strong it sticks and cloys in your nostrils, on your person. the gruesome scene is burned onto your eyes, your brain. you’re never going to forget this.

there’s a monster in the middle of the campsite. a writhing mass of black. you dry heave; bile climbs up your throat, muffles your scream. you swallow it even though it burns.

the creature turns slowly. it’s…an octopus? you’re not sure what it is, but it’s reaching for you.

you think you should run. it’s going to come after you next. it’s going to kill you, tear you to pieces, feast on the meat of your corpse. it will be a painful death punctuated with sheer agony.

a tentacle wraps gently around your wrist. you’re brought back to that day in the woods, where you pulled a little boy out from his burrow. you remember the dreams, the voice, the shadow. you remember.

“you promised,” he says, and he sounds so hurt. so sad.

“azul…?”

he’s holding you with the only tentacle that isn’t stained red with blood. the only one that’s clean.

“do you love me?” he asks, and the answer sticks in your throat. your boyfriend is in tatters around you, and this creature—the one responsible—is asking if you love him.

you can’t speak, so instead you gather him in your arms and hug him tightly. he’s tense, afraid. you cling to him so he won’t run away.

“of course i do,” you say around a heartbroken sob. you’re also scared and he knows this, but still you show him kindness. you’ve always been so forgiving. “i will always love you. i don’t care what you are. you’re my azul.”

feebly, not wanting to hurt you, he wraps himself around you, every cold, sticky limb. he anchors himself to your warmth just like he did the first day you met.

love is a beautiful, confounding feeling. but for the moment he thinks he understands it.

my azul.

he couldn’t be anything else.

[sunooluvrr]

𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 yeongyu x reader

↬ pairing: popular!yeonjun x reader x pervy!beomgyu

↬ genre: camp!au

↬ summary: as a dare you go out skinny dipping all alone, you hope nobody will come to embarrass you. but beomgyu has other plans in which yeonjun wants to stop him from doing.

↬ wc: 3,506

↬ warnings: pervy gyu, groping, kisses in various places, handj0b, oral s3x, unprotected s3x, double pen3tration, overstimulation

↬ a/n: i’m not sure how i feel abt this one. i don’t rlly like how it turned out😭. does anyone have any requests??? i’m not entirely sure what i wanna do next.

↬ date: march 15th, 2025

“lets play truth or dare!” chaewon says, you and your friends all sitting in a circle in one of the cabins.

“i swear we play this every night.” hanni whispered to you, following beside you.

you decided to sit down next to yeonjun, he was a very friendly student at your college. not to mention he was super popular and very handsome.

hanni sat down on your left side, the opposite side of yeonjun.

yeonjun gave a few side glances to you, not wanting to particularly eyeball you or anything. he just thought you looked cute in your pajamas.

beomgyu who was sitting across from you thought the same thing. except he was much more confident about staring at you.

beomgyu had always had a crush on you but he tried to keep it more subtle and playful. yeonjun knew he had feelings for you as well but didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

“i’ll start! heeseung, truth or dare?” sakura asked, staring towards him.

“uh… truth.” heeseung replied awkwardly, not really wanting to play but joining in just because everybody else was.

“what’s the last lie you told?” she said.

“…what i told the counseler earlier. that i’ve never left my cabin after hours.” heeseung shrugged. “i am right now, so.”

“boring.” beomgyu yawned.

“he’s been eyeing you this whole time.” hanni whispered the obvious to you. beomgyu wasn’t ever subtle about staring at you.

“do you have anything better to ask?” sakura glared over at beomgyu.

beomgyu immediately eyed yeonjun, who knew he was definitely going to be asked by beomgyu now.

“truth or dare yeonjun?” beomgyu asked, to no ones surprise.

“truth.” yeonjun said, leaning back with his arms holding him up as he sat on the cabin floor.

“have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?” beomgyu smirked.

yeonjun swallowed hard, making sure to stay looking forward and definitely not glance at you since it would give away his feelings immediately.

“yes. i have.” yeonjun said, glaring at him since beomgyu definitely knew he had a crush on you. but its not like he didn’t have a crush on you either.

“ooohh!” jeongin cooed, making a little joke since he knew through beomgyu that yeonjun did in fact have a crush on you. hanni giggled.

“i’ll go next!” sunoo said next to jeongin.

“y/n.” he said. you immediately froze and looked up towards where sunoo was sitting, surprised. “truth or dare?” he asked.

“oh uh…” you didn’t want to look dumb in front of yeonjun, so you confidently said, “dare.”

“ahhh, you’re so brave y/n!” hanni, as your friend, hyped you up.

feeling impressed but also worried yeonjun stared at you in shock. sunoo always gave the craziest dares. he didn’t care. so that worried him a little bit.

“i dare you to go skinny dipping outside!” sunoo said.

your face turned red and you glanced towards yeonjun who also seemed to be a little flustered by just the thought of you doing that. beomgyu was smirking all the while.

hanni had her mouth covered in shock, not entirely sure if you were up to doing something as crazy as that or not.

“do it! do it!” chaewon encouraged.

“i- uhm…” you covered your face for a moment, in complete shock.

“you don’t have to do it if you don't want too, it’s just a dumb game.” sakura assured, smiling at you. “yeah, and that’s also insane.” hanni added.

“n-no it’s fine, i’ll do it.” you rolled your eyes, standing up off the cabin floors. “nobody comes with though right?” you ask.

“you’re really going to do it?!” hanni yelled, shocked.

“no, of course not.” sunoo says. “i’ll make sure of it.”

“how long do i have to stay out there for?” you ask.

“just like, twenty minutes or so...” sunoo replied.

“twenty minutes or s-! nevermind… i’ll be back soon then.” you rolled your eyes, sighing and leaving the cabin with a towel.

“g-good luck y/n! ” hanni yelled, still feeling stunned by your response.

“we’ll continue playing while your out there!” chaewon added, yelling from the cabin.

after walking away you turned around for a moment to make sure nobody was following you before you approached the nearby beach. you kicked off your slippers in the grass before getting to the sand.

it was quiet out, the only sounds were the waves from the beach and some crickets in the distance. and now the sound of you walking across the sand.

getting to the dock, you made your way to the farthest point across it. the very end of the dock. you placed your towel down right there where you could get to it fast when you got out, and slowly started to strip.

you started by pulling down your pajama pants before completely removing them and setting them aside. then you pulled the big plain white t-shirt you wore off.

“damn, i guess i’m really doing this.” you thought to yourself, before sighing and unclipping your bra. letting it fall onto the dock. after that you pulled down your underwear and set everything in front of the towel you had ready.

you thought it’d be better to quickly get in, since you were already naked you’d rather not spend more time standing on the dock like that.

you jumped off the end of the dock, splashing into the water. the water was almost up to your neck, just below your collarbones which made you feel kinda better.

swimming in place you noticed the moon shining in the distance. it was almost a full moon, a waning gibbous. it looked beautiful. especially the way it reflected off the dark waters.

you suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about choi yeonjun.

what did he think about you doing this? you’re not entirely sure why you wondered that, but it was a thought you had.

i guess you really wouldn’t know what his reaction would be to this unless he was actually here, in the water with you.

not you making yourself blush again, these silly little daydreams were going to kill you.

you shivered a bit, the water felt so cold during the night. you folded your arms as some sort of way to caress your own body through the heat.

all the sudden you heard someone on the dock, it was yeonjun in his swim trunks. you gasped and got even more flustered, turning entirely red as you tried covering yourself more. (although it wasn’t easy to see you in the dark waters)

“yeonjun?!” you yelled.

“y/n, i’m sorry for coming out here.” he said, “but beomgyu is trying to get to you and- he’s right there!” yeonjun yelled, crashing into the water.

you were frightened, and panicked as yeonjun stood in the water in front of you. fighting a swimming beomgyu in front of him. “beomgyu you pervert! i told you not too!”

“what the hell is going on?!” you yelled.

“beomgyu snuck out of the cabin so i followed him. i knew what he was up to when he got his swim trunks on so i got mine on as well to come and stop whatever he was going to be up too.” yeonjun glared at him.

“i’m not up to anything!” beomgyu said, “i just wanted to swim.”

“maybe in an alternate universe.” yeonjun sighed, pushing him back underwater.

you blushed, although you were extremely embarrassed right now, you were thankful that yeonjun had come to help. it felt so sweet of him.

you didn’t even realize how close yeonjun was to you until you were looking right up into his eyes. he awkwardly smiled at you, rubbing the back of his neck.

you both just stood there in front of each other for a moment. eyes yearning for something more, or some sort of move to happen.

“y/n?” yeonjun said, blushing.

he knew this was a terrible time to do this but he was growing impatient, and he wanted you to finally know now that you were alone with his only competition.

“what is it yeonjun?” you blushed. almost forgetting that beomgyu was swimming around nearby the two of you.

“would you punch me if i kissed you right now? i mean i know you’re… you know… but i just can’t hold back my feelings right now.” he said.

that was almost all you wanted to hear for you to lean upwards and kiss his plump lips. he kissed back, gently holding you from around your back.

you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his neck as you kissed. not even realizing your bare breasts would be against his chest in the water.

“you guys definitely forgot about me.” beomgyu swam beside the two of you.

you and yeonjun quickly pulled away, blushing like crazy.

“you promised yeonjun.” beomgyu glared at him.

you were confused, promised what?

yeonjun sighed, knowing he owed beomgyu for helping him to confess first. he looked at you reluctantly, not sure how you’d respond.

“so, beomgyu kinda helped me confess to you and… i kind of owe him so…” yeonjun felt ridiculous even saying this, he rolled his eyes. “he wants you to kiss him as well. but only if you’re okay with it.”

“sure.” you smiled, beomgyu always was super pretty. you didn’t feel wrong about having to kiss him.

beomgyu smiled at you as you swam towards him. he held your waist confidently, making your body shiver. he leaned down towards your face and you both kissed for a moment.

“i’m sorry y/n- i hope you really didn’t mind doing that.”

“i’m fine. i’ve always found both of you super attractive anyways…” you blushed.

your face was entirely red by now, swimming naked next to two attractive boys was the last thing you’d expect to happen tonight.

before you could say anything else, you felt yeonjun’s presence swim up behind you before snaking his arms around your waist. replacing beomgyu’s hands.

you blushed, not knowing what to say as you felt butterflies in your lower tummy.

“could i feel them…?” yeonjun asked, obviously referring to your breasts that weren’t far above where his hands were.

“y-yeah… of course.” you blushed, his hands moved slowly to your breasts as he gently squeezed them. making a small whimper escape your lips that made beomgyu smirk.

you already felt yeonjun’s hardness start to grow against your back and butt.

beomgyu pinched your nipples lightly, but it still made you let out a small moan.

“your voice is so pretty when you moan…” beomgyu said. yeonjun’s hands were still on your breasts from behind as beomgyu teased your nipples.

“mmh, gyu!” you whimpered as he teased your hardened nipples under the water. “quit teasing her.” yeonjun said.

“she likes it. you heard her moans.” beomgyu said, looking deep into your eyes.

you felt too flustered to speak, i mean what was their to say? he was definitely right. but still you wanted more.

“it’s too cold in here. let’s go to me and beomgyu’s cabin. sound alright with you y/n?” yeonjun asked.

you nodded and smiled. “i’d love to go with you guys…”

“to continue what we started.” beomgyu smirked, giving your nipples another squeeze that makes you whimper again before helping you out of the water.

“you’re body is beautiful…” yeonjun blushed, staring you up and down. he grabbed the towel quickly. “here, put this on while we get to the cabin. i’ll carry your clothes.”

“thank you yeonjun.” you smiled, and the three of you went to yeonjun and beomgyu’s cabin. once you got there yeonjun let you sit down on his bed.

beomgyu sat beside you, as yeonjun set your clothes down and then sat on the other side of you.

their boners we’re very noticeable, a huge tent in their swimming trunks. and they were both very big.

you slowly removed the towel from your body. yeonjun and beomgyu stared.

“wow… you’re body is so beautiful.” yeonjun blushed. “i could tell just by how you felt…” beomgyu said, placing his hand onto your breast.

you confidently felt both of their bulges through their swim trunks. both of them letting out a small groan in surprise.

“ah, y/n- fuck.” yeonjun said as you massaged his bulge.

you already knew you were super wet from all of this, and not just from the water either. you felt so good for them.

you pulled down beomgyu’s swim trunks, his size springing out from them and his cock resting gently against his stomach.

you did the same with yeonjun’s and started to give him a handjob as you got on your knees in front of beomgyu.

“oh, fuck.” beomgyu looked at you, yeonjun groaning softly next to you.

placing your mouth around the tip of beomgyu’s dick, you teased the tip with your tongue a bit.

“don’t tease me, y/n.” he said, grabbing a handful of your hair and pushing you down on his cock. you almost gagged from the sudden fullness in your throat.

taking his length he helped you suck as you continued to use your hand to stroke yeonjun’s dick.

“ah, baby.” yeonjun moaned, leaning backwards as you continued to stroke him. “mmh- i want you to fuck me!” you removed your mouth from beomgyu’s cock.

“someone’s needy.” beomgyu said, as yeonjun smiled at you. “i’ll fuck you first then.” he said, you moved positions so that you were on top of beomgyu but still in doggystyle so yeonjun had access to you from behind.

you were flustered as you placed your mouth on beomgyu’s tip again, going all the way down you started to choke on his big size again.

from behind you felt yeonjun as he got closer and started to rub his cock against your slick folds. you whimpered softly around beomgyu’s cock, only making him feel even better from the vibrations.

yeonjun continued to tease your pussy for a while before asking, “are you ready baby?”

“y-yes!” you said, already eagerly waiting. beomgyu made sure you were choking on his dick again as yeonjun pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“m-mmh~!” you moaned as you sucked beomgyu off. he also thrusted his cock up into your mouth to make sure you were taking all of it good.

slowly yeonjun began to push deep inside of you. each inch inside your walls making you clench slightly.

“f-fuck…” yeonjun moaned, when he was completely inside you stayed still. making you whimper.

“y-you’re so tight, goddamn.” yeonjun gripped onto your ass cheeks to have something to hold onto.

“good girl.” beomgyu said as you continued to take it in your mouth and pussy.

“i-im gonna move now, shit…” yeonjun said, slowly his dick began to drag against your gummy walls, thrusting in and out.

“ah! fuck!” yeonjun cursed, moving at a slow but steady pace for now. making you whimper and tighten around him.

“you’re so hot.” beomgyu said, caressing your cheek down to your chin. “you take me so good.”

yeonjun started to move faster, making your walls clench more. beomgyu pulled out of your mouth slowly, resting his cock against your face as you moaned out loud non stop.

beomgyu then sat up, scooting towards yeonjun. “lay down so she can ride you.” beomgyu said, and yeonjun did so while keeping inside of you.

now on top of him with your legs spread but looking in beomgyu’s direction and not being able to see yeonjun’s face anymore, beomgyu started to rub your clit.

“g-gyu~ fuck!” you moaned out, riding yeonjun’s dick as he held onto your waist.

“gonna cum for us baby?” beomgyu teased, rubbing your clit at a fast pace. “fuck that’s hot.” yeonjun groaned.

“y-yes, gyu, jjun- dammit!” you yelled out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

yeonjun used your waist to push you deeper onto his dick and start helping you ride him for when you were close enough to cum.

yeonjun being so deep pounding you and beomgyu rubbing your clit so quickly made the knot in your stomach tighten as you knew you were about to cum.

“i-i’m coming!!” you yelled out, it was taking everything in yeonjun’s power to not cum in you then and there.

“cum for us, babe.” beomgyu said, “fuck, yeah.” yeonjun added as he pounded into you.

you squeezed tighter around him before releasing, your cum dripping around his cock as you both moaned and panted in pure pleasure.

“mm, so good.” beomgyu said, removing his fingers from your swollen clit.

you turned around and fell down onto yeonjuns stomach, your breasts now against his bare chest. you panted softly.

behind you, beomgyu was rubbing his tip against your clit and folds. this made yeonjun become competitive.

“i’m gonna fuck you more, okay?” yeonjun asked you, and you nodded in response. “s-sure.” you said. yeonjun placed his cock against your entrance and quickly pushed himself inside again, making you moan.

“two can play at that game.” beomgyu smirked, “are you worried i might fuck her better or something?”

yeonjun continued to move, ignoring beomgyu. this definitely didn’t stop beomgyu because he pressed his tip against your entrance as yeonjun was already pounding inside you.

“a-ah~!” you moaned loudly, “i’ll make it fit, don’t worry baby.” beomgyu smirked, shoving himself deep inside you alongside yeonjun’s cock.

you moaned out even more, beomgyu letting out a loud groan of pleasure. your legs trembling slightly as beomgyu grabbed onto your ass.

“you couldn’t just wait your turn?” yeonjun continues to fuck you. beomgyu already going at a quicker pace than yeonjun is.

you were moaning like crazy, your eyes rolling back. you had never felt so stuffed before. it was crazy how they both were fucking in and out of you so good.

“fuck that.” beomgyu said, “mmh, you feel so good.” beomgyu continued to pound into you. balls slapping against your ass.

“damn it… y/n i’m close!” yeonjun continued to pound into you alongside beomgyu.

“m-me too…” beomgyu growled, only making you become even closer to orgasm as well.

“i-im gonna cum too!” you yelled. “ah!”

that was all yeonjun needed to hear for him to pound harder to make sure you came because of him. which you did start to cum just as yeonjun and beomgyu released their cum inside of you. shooting in multiple spirts of cum.

all of you moaning and panting equally. it was a mess. you felt so full, fuller than ever. and it was so warm inside of you.

after a minute or so of sitting there with both their cocks still inside you, beomgyu slowly pulled out. letting you sit up off of yeonjun’s cock as it fell onto his stomach. cum leaking from your abused hole.

“that was so good…” yeonjun said, catching his breath. you nodded, “m-mmh- yes.”

“we made a mess out of you.” beomgyu teased.

you sat upright, your legs feeling super sore. but beomgyu wasn’t done. he pushed you down onto the bed. in missionary with your legs spread and almost wrapping around him from surprise.

“g-gyu?” you blushed, and he smirked at you lustfully. “i need you more y/n. you’re pussy is so good. i need more of you.” he aligned himself with your entrance.

“a-ah~” you moaned out.

yeonjun sat on his knees next to you, his cock bulging up against your face.

beomgyu pushed inside you and you moaned out, yeonjun also pushing himself inside of your mouth. “mmh~” you went all the way down on it, choking on it.

beomgyu squeezed your thighs as he pounded in and out of you all of the sudden, making you gasp and moan and whimper underneath him.

“so sexy, take yeonjun’s dick while i fuck you.” beomgyu said, pounding even harder than before. making you squeeze around him, exactly what beomgyu wanted.

“ah~ fuck. y/n… i’m already getting close again, your mouth is so perfect~” yeonjun moaned, a sexy deep groan from beomgyu emerged as he pounded you aggressively.

beomgyu reached down to rub your clit again as he pounded you. yeonjuns dick twitching inside your mouth already.

“i’m gonna cum, fuck! take my cum y/n!” beomgyu yelled, groaning deeply.

“me too! ah!” yeonjun gasped, groaning as well.

you felt yeonjun’s cum flood down your throat as he pounded to the deepest point he could. beomgyu’s cum shooting deep inside you with every squirt of cum.

this automatically made you squirt with them, so you all came together.

after you all stayed in place panting for a moment, beomgyu slowly pulled out along with yeonjun. the two both collapsed on either side of you.

“that was the best.” beomgyu said, yeonjun nodding in agreement. “yeah…” he said, looking towards you. “what did you think y/n?”

“i-it was so good…” you were at a loss for words, all flustered and overstimulated. you laid there catching your breath.

“we’ll have to do it again sometime.” beomgyu smirked.

“y/n? are you in there?!” you heard hanni yell, knocking at the door of yeonjun and beomgyu’s cabin.

[barkbre]

just read abt the flavoured cum thing with connor.. you.. you're.. you're a genius..

i'm just thinking about him trying to choose a flavour and he just comes to you and blurts out the question and you're like "why do you need to know that, huh?"

and then the next time he cums in your mouth you feel the flavour on your tongue and his curiosity is finally making sense ajqjwks😋

"Unusual question."

"Hm? Okay.. yes?"

"What... sweet flavors do you like?"

"Oh!- hmmm i dunno.. i mean depends? are these like.. fruity or.."

"Yes."

"...hm.. i'd have to say i like raspberry but im also good to try things."

"Got it. Thank you."

"Why- id you dont mind me asking?"

"Surprise... you'll see.."

"...Okay, Weirdo"

fast forward a week later and he's in your throat- softtttly face fucking you in the shower while you guys settle in for a night in that saturday.

"U-uh-ah-G-gonna cum!-"

"Mmhm"

"Sh-shit!"

You feel the usual warm liquid in your mouth but-

... raspberry?

Huh?

"Mm-hm?"

Connor just grining down at you while his chest heaves as his systems recover from cumming

"Raspber-OH. OOOHH. oh you sneaky little shit i see why you asked me now!"

"H-hah-... good? was it-"

"Yeah.. yeah that's very fun..."

"Good...w-we should get out of.. the shower by.. now.. right?"

"Mm no.. nono im having too much fun with this now."

Leading to you pinning his hips to the cold shower wall and going down for round two- followed by Connors soft sound and slight shudder.

[stayteezdreams]

Scenarios: Whump {Ateez x Gn!Reader}

Scenarios: Whump; how they would take care of you and react to you taking care of them.

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong x Reader; Jeong Yunho x Reader; Choi San x Reader & Song Mingi x Reader (All Gn!Readers)

Requested By Two Different Anons (during Milestone Event)

Warnings: Mentions of illness/sickness, injuries, general whump stuff.

A/N: Thank you to everyone for waiting patiently for me to get back into finishing the requests I got for the milestone event. <3 If anyone wants the other 4 members for this let me know!

Words: ~1.2k

Kim Hongjoong:

When Hongjoong is sick or hurt, he doesn't tell you how bad it is so you don't worry.

But you find out anyways (usually after interrogating Seonghwa)

Hongjoong likes to take care of you, and doesn't want you to worry too much over him.

But you don't listen to him.

When he hurt his knee during dance practice, though it wasn't serious, you still offered to help him.

You got him things around the dorm.

Reminded him to take his pain killers, massaged him, ran him a hot bath, etc.

Though he felt bad about you taking the time to help him, he really did adore the way you took care of him.

He always returns the favor in kind, when you get sick or hurt.

Though you tend to take care of him with gentle softness, he is a bit more forceful (in a loving way).

"Don't you dare try and get that yourself."

"If I come back and you aren't still in bed you wont get any food."

"Take your medicine or I am leaving."

It's never really mean, and always has a tinge of humor to it, and you know it's cause he hates that you are hurt/sick.

The worst thing he can imagine is you being hurt, so he tries his best to make you better faster, or to distract you so you aren't suffering.

He is also very very sweet when you are sick or hurt.

Cuddles just for you, gentle massages or fingers through your hair.

Bubble baths, kisses, etc. Anything he knows would made you feel better.

Jeong Yunho:

Yunho adores how you hover over him when he is sick or hurt.

He watches you with an adoring smile as you carefully read the directions and warnings of his medication and barely listens as you explain it to him.

He is so distracted by how cute he thinks you are that he forgets he is sick or hurt in the first place.

TOTALLY uses it against you.

"What do you mean you're leaving? " I just need to go get some things from the store." "What am I supposed to do then?" "I'll only be twenty minutes you'll be fine."

Hits you with the 🥺🥺🥺 and you can't help but give in.

Takes full advantage of having you around, cuddles that he refuses to end, hot baths he insists you have to share with him.

Everything you do for him when he is hurt/sick will be returned in kind.

You get a cold?

He buys every medicine he can find, twenty types of tea, cute stuffed animals, soups, etc..

He is checking your temperature, brining you cold rags to wipe your head. And the whole time he has a pout on his face.

Because he can't stand you being upset or sick.

Wishes he could trade places with you.

Doesn't care of he gets sick from cuddling with you.

"Then we will be sick together."

If you are hurt, ooohh booyyyy, pout x100.

Doesn't let you do anything.

You could hurt your wrist and he won't let you walk around.

"It could get worse!" "My wrist?" "Yes!"

You both hate when the other is suffering, but love the domesticity of taking care of one another.

Choi San:

Similar to Yunho, San loves how much you care for him when he is sick or injured.

Acts like a baby if you aren't giving him enough attention.

Steals kisses anytime you are close.

"You're gonna get me sick!""

"Then it will be my turn to take care of you."

If you are gone for too long he will text you with dramatic ass texts.

"I think I'm dying." "Why?" "My chest hurts." "WHAT?" "Because you aren't here." "Boy I swear to GOD."

Sweet smile the whole time you are taking care of him, even if he is miserable he feels like he is in heaven.

Changes your contact name to Cute Nurse. Does not change it back once he get's better.

When he finds out he did end up getting you sick, he actually feels really bad. But does as he says, and takes care of you this time.

Changes his name in your phone to Doctor Sexy, does not want you to change it back.

If either of you are hurt from an injury, taking care of each other becomes routine.

San will drag out his injury, pretending it's worse than it is just so you stay.

And as an excuse to get more shared baths out of you.

You of course see right through him.

However, if you are injured, he is so afraid to hurt you he barely comes near you.

"San, it's fine I promise." "But what if I hurt you?" "Then be gentle. I promise cuddling with me will not make my concussion worse."

Super delicate and caring with you when you are hurt.

Will fight the other's if they try to mess with you.

Makes you promise not to get hurt again.

Song Mingi:

Mingi says he doesn't want you wasting your time looking after him.

But you know he secretly loves you being around more often when he is sick/hurt.

You can tell by the soft smile on his face as he is watching you fuss after him.

Showers you with compliments because he adores you.

"You're so cute." "You'd make a great nurse/doctor." "But I don't want you taking care of anyone else." "Maybe I should by you a uniform"

Tries not to abuse the power he as over you when he is hurt/sick, but does use it as an excuse to make you stay with him.

"What if I wake up in the middle of the night and need help?" "Then I guess I'll have to stay." "I guess you will."

You are really good at consoling him when he is injured and misses out on some band activities.

You distract him with games, and keep him occupied. And he loves you so much for it.

Such a baby when it comes to you being hurt or sick.

Pouting constantly, wants to wrap you up and keep you safe from the world. Because how DARE you get hurt.

Many, many, gentle kisses to make you (and himself) feel better.

When you are sick he is not sure what to do or how to take care of you, but bless him he is trying his best.

"Here's your medicine." "Why is it so hot?" "I thought you were supposed to warm it up?" "Its cough medicine not tea."

But when you accidentally roll your ankle when on a jog, he knows exactly how to take care of you.

Is a bit over the top about it though.

And by that I mean he will carry you literally everywhere.

Need to go get water? He wont bring it to you, but he will carry you bridal style to the fridge so you can get it yourself.

He thinks it funny. You think it's ridiculous, but in a very cute way.

xx End xx

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[marthawrites]

Hi Martha! Ooohh requests are open!!! I have a friends to lovers trope idea for Aemond.

Jealous and in love with his friend, Aemond and reader are fighting while he's driving her home and then bad weather forces them to pull over.

Love your writing!!!

OF COURSE YOU CAN! While talking about this request earlier on my blog, I discovered this anon is a beloved mutual! I will not out them in case they want to stay anon for real. I HOPE YOU LOVE THIS, MWAH! ♥

After The Closing Shift

Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 4.6k+

Read part 2 here

About: You and Aemond have been best friends for years. The time is finally right for him to admit his true feelings. In the process of doing so, your cheating ex appears back in the picture. Unexpected events follow.

Includes: Mentions of divorce, cheating, some angst, adult language, and explicit sexual content featuring our pussy eating king, slight overstimulation, and unprotected protected vaginal sex

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is my first time writing friends to lovers trope. There's angst for added flavor and I hope you like it! I don't write it very often. This was SO much fun to brainstorm and create! All characters mentioned in this story are college age/in their early 20s. Aside from that, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy! ♥

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Aemond Targaryen fell in love with you senior year of high school. He could still recall the exact moment it happened; a click somewhere in his brain that made everything in your friendship prior to that moment make sense. 

You and your parents moved to the area for a fresh start. Being a new student during the first term of twelfth grade was difficult, but luckily you and Aemond hit it off early and well. By the end of the year you two were inseparable. He was your best friend, and you, his. 

That summer was a hard one for your parents. And by proxy, you. Their marriage hung on by a thread you weren't sure existed anymore. One evening, during a particularly horrible fight, you left in your own fit of rage. Driving aimlessly eventually led you to the Targaryen's estate. You showed up unannounced and thankfully Aemond was home; quick to let you crash on the couch in his room like you’d done a hundred times before.

It was that night. He remembered it well. You'd been in the bathroom for some time and when he knocked to check on you, you quietly answered for him to come in. He caught you midway through brushing your teeth with tear soaked eyes, toothpaste messy around your mouth, and that was it. His heart. The moment he fell in love with you.

You skipped the couch and crawled into his bed with him and he held you all the while, letting you cry into his shirt until sleep overtook you.

The remainder of the year went by in an emotional blur. Your parents divorced, you started dating Jason Lannister, and Aemond started dating Ellyn Baratheon. Before you knew it you and Aemond were freshmen in college. And then sophomores. Double dates on weekends and trips to local swimming spots in the hot summer evenings had Aemond constantly wrestling with his feelings about you. Things didn't last much longer with him and Ellyn. Physically he was with her, but mentally he was with you. When the breakup finally happened, it was mutual.

Things with you and Jason were rocky too. He was handsome and charismatic which you adored. Though, he also had a wandering eye and taste for risk. He cheated on you more than once over the last year. And yet, somehow, you took him back each time. In your heart you were scared to be alone.

After the latest breakup you told yourself (and Aemond) this time would be different. You wouldn't fall for his tricks again. He was a cheating piece of shit who wouldn't change. You were done.

Aemond knew now would be his chance. As long as he eased into it, was careful with the admission, and took it slow, he knew he had a chance. The most difficult part being: he didn't want to ruin the friendship you two built over the years.

Now tonight, near the end of your waitressing shift, you got a ping on your phone for extreme weather. Great. Of course this would happen when your car was in the shop getting worked on. You really didn't want to Uber all the way home if you didn't have to. Despite the hour – 10 pm thanks to the closing shift – you texted Aemond.

Hey Aems. You up? There's a storm rolling in and I don't wanna Uber. Can you pick me up and take me home?

A minute or so went by and your phone dinged.

I don't mind at all. Give me a few minutes to get dressed and I'll head your way.

"Thank god," you said under your breath.

Thank you! You're the best

As if on queue you got another notification. You expected it to be Aemond with some sort of snarky response, but it wasn’t. It was Jason. Your heart, somehow, jumped and fell into your stomach at the same time.

The last couple weeks had been rough. Him and Aegon liked to party a little too much, and Aegon refused to be held down by one woman – he liked to have fun. Unfortunately, Jason would sometimes get a little too involved with that fun if whoever Aegon was smooching on had a pretty friend. That’s exactly what happened: you had caught your boyfriend red-handed. A furious fright broke out between you two and you broke up with him, swearing it was the last time he’d play you like some fool. 

And yet, here you were – now – allowing your ex-boyfriend to sweet talk you with pretty words and promises of never doing it again. He missed you. He loved you. He wanted to be with you. You were his best girl and he was just drunk that night. It was a horrible mistake. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was sorry. He missed you.

Butterflies filled your belly, eyes stary as you typed away on your phone, completely unaware of anything else going on around you. 

You didn’t even notice the headlights of Aemond’s black Mercedes Benz until he honked. Rolling the darkly tinted window down, he said, “hey bunny, could you at least pretend to be happy you're not stuck in the pouring ass rain?” You heard his smirk before you saw it. He laid on his horn a second time, a longer honk, until you flipped him off; blushing and smiling wide.

Only Aemond called you “bunny”: a nickname from high school that stuck over the years. 

“Rain and thunder. Let’s go!” You hopped in and were immediately enveloped by the essence of him. The interior of his car was all sleek and black leather. Clean. Scents of his shampoo, body wash, and deodorant washed over you; long silver hair damp and pulled back into a bun. You two had spent many nights in here talking about life and there were no shortage of good memories in it. By now you didn’t even mind the weird music he liked. Heavy metal. The kind that had organs and orchestras alongside powerful drums and electric guitars. Your favorites were the bands, or songs, that had males and females singing together.

“Did you make good tips tonight? You haven’t stopped grinning this whole time,” Aemond spoke up after a few minutes, casually glancing over at you. 

You stared at your phone and continued typing away. “Huh? Oh, yeah, not bad,” you replied, briefly flickering your attention over to him. Once again your thumbs flew across your phone’s keypad; completely absorbed. “Sorry, just about done here.”

An amused chuff of air is all Aemond replied with. You knew that sound. Without even looking you knew he rolled his good eye. Another few minutes passed with Aemond singing along softly while keeping beat on the steering wheel. You two were definitely driving into the storm. The night sky was black with angry clouds. 

Finally, you clicked your phone screen off. A happy sigh sounded from you. This time would be different. Jason didn’t mean it. He was only drunk and Aegon was a bad influence. This time, he’d do it right and keep it right. Again, you smiled.

“What’re you doing tonight, bun?”

“I think Jason is gonna come over so we can talk about things in person and not just on the phone,” you replied, mind buzzing happily.

That got Aemond’s attention. “Lannister? Please tell me you’re joking,” he nearly spat the surname, glaring between you and the road.

“No I’m not joking,” you answered. “I really think it’s gonna be better this time. We just need to talk about things, you know?”

“He’s cheated on you three times! Three fucking times. You really think this time is going to be different?” His grip tightened on the steering wheel, jaw flexing as if wrestling words on his tongue.

You blinked, taken back. “W-well, yeah. He said he was sorry.”

A single harsh laugh came from Aemond’s chest. “That piece of shit said the same thing last time, too. We’ve been together nonstop for almost two weeks! Study sessions, movie nights, ice cream trips, you finally learned how to do that fancy braid thing with my hair. You said you were done with him, bunny. You said you meant it for real this time. I thought we were getting through this together.” He was speeding, now, shoulders tense as he struggled to keep his attention on both you and the road.

“I thought I was too!” Your voice came out more shrill than you intended it to, body turned slightly so you were staring straight at Aemond. “People make mistakes and fuck up, ya know? I think he’ll change this time. He said he was sorry and I wanna talk to him about it seriously. I think he just needed time to realize what he did was super shitty and really hurt me.”

The rain came harshly and suddenly. Aemond might as well have driven through a wall. It was so loud that it drowned out the music. Naturally, your voices grew louder, too. “I don’t understand what you see in him. He’s not even that good to you!”

Anxiety gripped your entire nervous system. “Pull over, Aems. I don’t like this. It hasn’t rained like this in forever and the roads are gonna be slick as fuck. Pull over. Please.” Your pulse thumped in your chest and behind your ears. You wanted to cover your eyes but somehow resisted the urge. 

He did. With it now parked safely off the side of the road he could turn his full attention to you. Even in the car’s ambient light his eye was wild. The patch over his left eye reflected absolutely zero light. “Why do you wanna be with that loser so bad?” Fury smudged his cheeks pink. The tops of his ears. The sharp lines of his face were even sharper. Harder.

You'd never seen him this mad. Not at you. Not towards you. "Because, Aemond, I love him! Maybe if you and Ellyn worked through your problems you'd understand!"

Again, that same short, dry laugh. "You don't love him. And I couldn't be with Ellyn because when I was with her I could only see you! Because I love you. Jason's a fucking scumbag who can't even give you his loyalty. I'd give you the entire world and then some!"

Silence drowned out the downpour.

By now you were both wide eyed and breathing heavy; faces flushed with emotion. The tightness in his car threatened to suffocate you both. Did you really just hear him right? Did he really mean what he just said? Love? "You're lying," is all you managed to croak; believing and unbelieving alike.

"'M not," he said as he ran a hand through the roots of his hair. "Fuck. I've loved you as long as I can remember. I didn't want to tell you like this."

Outside it rained harder. Thunder rumbled and lightning cracked. 

Yet, still, inside the Mercedes silence rang louder.

Everything started to click in your head. Your best friend had always been more than a best friend – you knew it in your heart of hearts. You two never had the opportunity to act upon such things due to relationships you found yourselves in.

But, now?

Words bloomed and died on your tongue. What the hell could you say to him?

"Fuck," he spat, emotion rasping his single word. His hands squeezed the steering wheel until his knuckles and tendons were taut.

Still, you said nothing. Just stared at him. Stupidly.

One hand moved to shift the car into drive as he said, bitterly, "know what? Whatever. Forget it. I'll take you home to your cheating fuck boy."

You had a single second to decide what to do; despite your pleas to pull over he was going to drive through the storm, regardless. In a flash of motion you didn't know you were capable of, you unclicked your seat belt and pounced over the center console. You had the element of surprise on your side and it worked. Your lips were on his in an instant. He smelled sharp; soap, shaving cream, hair product. He tasted spicy; cinnamon toothpaste. His chest was hard beneath the press of your much softer breast – both of your hands too shocked to yet roam. Heartbeat thundered in your ribs and core at the kiss, your closeness, and the eruption of sensation the intimacy brought. Begrudgingly, you pulled away to look at him. To gauge his reaction. To read the expression of his angular face. What you were met with was a swelled pupil that screamed more. Desire. Need. It oozed from every visible pore.

Amidst the downpower, thunderstorm, and heavy metal, Aemond growled at the loss of your lips. Wordlessly he crashed his mouth back to yours while he unclicked his own seatbelt – hands on your neck and jaw half a second later.

Heat pooled in your belly – and lower, still – his passion causing you to whimper against his soft mouth. "Shit, Aems," you whispered, unable to resist a moan as he bit at your bottom lip. Your tongues slid and teased against one another. It deepened and grew hungrier by the moment.

"Wanted this for so long," he said in a tone you'd never heard from him before; it sent shivers prickling all along your spine. Breaking the kiss, he dragged his lips and teeth along your jawline and neck. His hands roamed in tandem, palms pressing against your uniform clad body as if you wore fine lingerie. He squeezed the curve of your waist. The swell of a hip.

"A-ah!" You gasped, dizzy and lightheaded from the sensations his desperate affections hit you with. Each stroke of his palm, squeeze of his fingers, and slide of his tongue had you melting between his hands. "Oh my God… you're driving me insane. Why have we never done this before?" You panted, moving to crawl over the center console once and for all.

Aemond stopped you. "Not yet. I wanna be greedy with you. Will you let me?" He asked, eye dark and face mischievous as you two gazed at each other dreamily, lustfully, breathing heavy.

"Yeah," you answered, nodding with half-lidded eyes. "I trust you. Always. You know that."

"Good girl," he cooed – driving you further insane. "Lean back against the passenger door. Can you do that for me, baby girl?" 

Not your name. Not 'bunny'. Baby girl. You were in a pit of insanity now. Jason never made you feel like this. What the fuck had you been missing out on for the last two years? 

You nodded again and barely managed to swallow yet another whine of appreciation at his words. His tone. Fuck. You thought you'd heard every tone his voice could make. But no, you certainly hadn't heard this side of him before. As you leaned back, he leaned forward. His gaze never left you and the intensity of it had your belly flipping and flopping, breath shallow in your throat, as his hand slipped up between your parted thighs.

"If you want me to stop, that's all you gotta say and I will," he whispered, creeping higher. He kissed the inside of your knee and you hissed inwardly. He kissed again, this time the middle of your thigh, and you trembled. He smirked as he kissed higher still. You moaned softly, so, so, softly, and his cock ached. "Gonna pull your panties down and bury my face right under your skirt."

"A-Aemond… oh my God. Please. No, you don't have to do that. I've been running around the restaurant for over ten hours and–"

" –even better. Don't care." By now he'd pushed your skirt up as high as it could go without ripping it off. He admired your thighs. He'd always loved those; stealing glances whenever and wherever he could, even napping on them. Shifting his position, he leaned further and pressed a single hot, open mouthed kiss to your covered mound. He groaned. "You have no idea how long–" he paused, slipping a finger beneath the cotton to tug it aside, " –I've wanted to do this." He delicately traced over your slit, cock aching inside his sweats at the wetness he met.

Tension shivered all up and down your body and you thought you might actually pass out. You couldn't believe this was happening. When you looked down and saw Aemond there, between your thighs, with the most lust-ridden gaze you'd ever seen on any person, your hips arched closer to him on impulse. You opened your thighs wider and you swore you saw your best friend shiver.

He kissed your slit. Once, twice, three times, until his mouth hovered over your clit. There, he traced his tongue over that delicious bundle of nerves. He licked up the full center of your core with the flat of his tongue, a soft “mmm,” sounding from him. “Prettiest little pussy,” he half said to himself before diving his tongue back between your folds. He circled your clit, licking across it, alternating between the two. 

Each little sound you made sent Aemond’s blood roaring. He only wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

Your moans and whines picked up; he found your rhythm. With a small, satisfied moan of his own, he gently sucked on your swollen clit. “Ah!” You squeaked in surprise at that, body tensing as you tried to push his head away. “Too much… not so hard, please,” you said when he pulled back and looked up at you with a confused expression. You ran a hand down your face, blushing. “I…,” you started, trying to muster the strength to admit something you found embarrassing. “I’m.. I’m really sensitive. Jason doesn’t do this to me a lot.”

Aemond looked like you just slapped him across the face. “He doesn’t eat your pussy?”

You shook your head and shrugged a shoulder. “Not… not very often,” you answered, embarrassment flooding over you like a wave and making your blush all the redder.

“Oh my God, bunny…,” he cooed, fully tugging your underwear down your legs. He moved both his hands under your ass, now, cupping and squeezing the soft flesh as he leaned down into his previous position. “As if I didn’t hate him enough as is.” He was careful before, but now he was delicate and light with his movements. Instead of pressing, he feathered his tongue over you. Instead of dragging, he trailed his lips over you. Instead of sucking, he barely drew you into his mouth to his tongue. He found a new soft rhythm – never once hindering the sounds of his licking, slurping, or breathing – and you were putty in his hands. 

“So fucking good…!” You gasped in a breathless whisper, hands tentatively lowering to his hair where your fingers threaded into his pale roots. You held him there, tugging gently, as your hips grinded against his mouth. You were close. So close. Tension built in your belly and you weren’t sure how long it would last before it snapped. “Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He kept going at the exact same pace, the exact same angles, and the exact same pressure. Over and over. Just how he’d been doing it before you started grinding your pretty pussy against him. When you tugged and pulled at his hair he moaned. When your fingernails scraped against his scalp he thought he might lose himself to his own pleasure right then and there. 

The full length of your legs tightened; toes curling in your shoes. Pleasure, so immense and lovely and all-consuming, washed over you, and in the next instant you were coming undone on your best friend’s tongue. Your back arched, hands gripped – the sounds of your peak filling his car amidst heavy drums, bass, and darkly poetic lyrics.

He guided you through your orgasm, his own pulse hammering. “I’m not done yet, baby. You taste so fucking sweet,” he said, barely audible to your pleasantly ringing ears. With his hands still under you he lifted your ass to give himself a better angle into you. While you were still sensitive from your first peak he pushed his tongue into your clenching walls. He fucked you with the warm muscle, absolutely uncaring of the lewd noises it created. 

It's not that Jason had never done this to you before, but compared to Aemond he was absolute dogshit at it. You'd never experienced this kind of high from a man's face between your thighs. Ever. Aemond made it seem easy. Soon, a second climax built in the low muscles of your belly. "Holy shit..! I'm gonna cum again, fuck!" You squealed, tugging his ears, hair, anywhere you could grab, harder.

"Yeah you are. Good girl, my good girl," he answered before dipping his face right back where it was. He came at you with a slightly different angle once again. This time, the tip of his nose nuzzled against your clit in tandem with his tongue fucking. 

It was too much. His name left your lungs in a desperate cry of bliss as you tensed and shuddered before him for a second time. When finally you relaxed, and when finally he had enough of your taste in his mouth, he leaned up into the driver's seat. Even in the low light evidence of your slick shone on his face. He looked over at you and smirked, wiping his mouth. "I won't be able to not see you there like this from now on." 

You were blushed and smiling from release. Despite the pleasure Aemond gifted you with, being in such a position really wasn't comfortable. "And I won't be able to look at you and not think of this," you replied in the same tone. As gracefully as you could in the confines of his car, you maneuvered over the center console until you were straddling over his lap. His length pressed against your bare core and you both hissed at the sensation.

"What are you thinking, bunny?" He asked, barely resisting the urge – no, the need – to slide right up into you.

"I'm thinking I wanna ride you right here in your driver's seat," you answered, kissing him with the remains of your arousal on his mouth.

"There's a condom in the glove box," he said, reaching in its direction.

"I'm on the pill and I'm clean. Promise. Are… are you?"

That stopped him right in his tracks. He groaned somewhere deep in his chest. "Fuck. Yeah, babe, I am. Gonna ride me raw?"

"Yes," you shivered. In a quick fumble of motions he lifted his hips and you both pulled his sweats down as far as they could go. His cock sprang free, solid and searing against you. Looking down between your bodies you eyed it appreciatively; big and perfect and flushed with desire. "Holy shit, Aems, I didn't know you were packing so much," you said, the playful teasing nature you intended to speak with crumbling away to a wanton plea.

Another groan, or growl, or something vibrated deep in his chest. Without hesitation he popped open the front of your button-up shirt and slid the straps of your bra off your shoulders. "Perfect tits," he praised as he pushed the cups away to expose your breasts, licking and kissing over your nipples with need. 

Leaning up on your knees you reached behind yourself to guide his tip to your eager cunt. You lowered yourself, slowly, saving the stretch of his cock into your yielding body. You both cursed. He felt so fucking good.

"So perfect," Aemond said up to you from the softness of your breasts. "So wet and tight. Fuck, I love how wet you are." 

Once your body adjusted to his size you began to grind against him. Began to bounce on him. His music still played in the background but you paid it little mind. All you saw was Aemond. Your best friend. His face a beautiful display of softness and intensity with pleasure. His dark eye was heavily lidded, mouth parted. You bounced more, now, as his hands gripped your hips to help guide you along.

The storm hadn't let up yet, and thank God for the dark tint on his windows because you weren't even paying attention to any other cars that might be driving by. 

He lavished your tits with attention; kissing, licking, sucking all over them. You pushed them against his face firmer, arching your back as you rode him with fervor. He worked beneath you all the while – rolling and thrusting up into you, meeting all your movements to increase the hot coil of bliss in your belly; at the base of his spine.

Amidst half-babbled curses and praises, smacking skin, and needy moans, your phone's ringtone barely registered in your brain. Whoever was calling could wait. When it rang a second time, you felt Aemond's attention shift to it. "Your parents?" He asked through a panting groan.

"No. Probably Jason wondering where I am." You grabbed his face and kissed him hard, uncaring. 

When it rang for a third time, however, Aemond broke the kiss and reached for your phone. Sure enough it was your ex. He looked at you and smirked, dragging your hips back and forth to grind on him harder. 

"Oh my God…," you whined at the way he guided you, eyes rolling closed. "Don't answer it."

He slid his thumb across the screen before holding it up to his ear. Jason's worried tone met your ears as Aemond continued fucking up into you through your grinding. You tried to swallow your panic. Tried to stay quiet through the bliss.

Tried to.

"She's done with you. Stop calling," Aemond said coldly. He glared at you, grinning.

You heard Jason's "what the fuck? Is that her? What're you doing?" Through the phone. He was pissed. Apparently you weren't being quiet enough. 

"She's got better things to do than worry about a cheating scumbag. Lose her number." Aemond sat the phone down on the center console and didn't bother to hang up. 

As long as Jason stayed on the line he'd be able to hear your moans of pleasure, wet skin slapping on wet skin as you began to bounce on his cock with renewed passion. "You're such an asshole," you said, a third climax quickly approaching.

"Just keep fucking me, baby girl. Don't worry about him, he hung up.” Honestly, Aemond didn’t know if Jason hung up. He might have laughed if it weren't for his own peak tightening his balls. He wasn't going to last much longer. "Squeeze my cock. Be a gold girl and soak my cock. I wanna feel you cum first," he groaned, voice bordering desperate.

"Cum with me. Fill me up with all of you," you whispered, moaning by his ear.

Goosebumps erupted on his skin. He didn't need to be told twice. Those words falling from your lips was all he needed to unload in you with twitch after mighty twitch, coating your walls with his seed. You crumbled with him. You rode your pleasure out on him, slowly easing once it all started to be too much. He softened inside you and you carefully moved from atop him.

There was a mess all over his groin and all between your thighs, too. If you thought you needed a shower before getting into Aemond's car, now you really needed one. Outside, the storm was finally letting up.

You both fixed yourself in partially stunned and satisfied silence – your underwear being the only thing to clean yourselves with.

It was Aemond who broke it. "Stay over with me tonight."

You looked at him and smiled. "Long as I can shower."

"Of course you can," he said, eye twinkling with more than mischief.

"And, long as I can sleep in one of your shirts."

"You already know the answer to that one, bunny."

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[devildomditzy]

"Wait, am I your lock screen?" + mammon + 🫣⛈️

His habit of keeping his phone away from you an out of your reach was one you mildly questioned, but ultimately learned to ignore. You figured the second born had something he wanted to keep private, possibly his latest failing stocks, or demanding texts from witches looking for compensation for his less than savory activities.

You ignored it, up until you turned to corner into the student council room, ears picking up several voices loudly talking over each other. Knowing this can only mean one thing, you prepare yourself to become Mammon’s attorney before walking in yourself.

“Ooo my! If it isn’t the person of the hour!”, Asmo coos from his chair, leaning over the edge of the table. “We were just talking about you, hun!”

“Talking about me?”, you ask, eyes circling around the room in both curiosity and confusion. You lock eyes with your first pact mate to ask a silent question, only to find him blushing furiously, attempting to simmer down from something that had just clearly upset him. He locks eyes with you for a brief moment before quickly averting his gaze.

Well, that’s typical. What wasn’t typical was the teasing stares of everyone else in the room, now centered on you.

“Well, we were just finishing up a student council meeting,”Asmo continues. “And you know how Lucifer always takes our D.D.D.’s before hand?”

“Yeah, but what’s that got to do with me?”

“Getting there, darling!”

You once again shift your eyes over to Mammon, who seemed to be having an internal battle with himself. One minute, it looked like he was going to bolt out of the room, the next it seemed he was so frustrated with his brothers that he was choosing to stand his ground.

“Lucifer starting passing them back out afterwards, and I noticed the cutest thing displaying on my dear older brother’s phone!”, Asmo finishes, bringing his cupped hands up to his face, almost as if he was looking at a newborn kitten.

“ROLF, this is super normie of him”, Levi chimes in, not looking up from his game, but still smiling to himself like he had just been told the funniest joke.

“I have to say, I know how idiotic you can be, but I didn’t expect you to display something you vehemently try to hide so prominently.” The smirk on Satan’s face makes you feel uneasy.

You hear a distinct tch come from the direction of the second born, who you now notice was clutching his D.D.D very close to his chest, with his grip tight around it. Like, real tight. Like, his knuckles are going white and you think he might break it tight.

Your eyes jump from brother to brother in confusion. “What are you talking about?”.

Asmo’s grin becomes lethal as he turns back to Mammon. “Weeelllll, go on Mammon. Do you want to tell them, or shall I?”.

You watch as Mammon turns redder somehow, if that was even possible, and starts to stutter. “I-it’s none of your business, okay?”

“Ooohh I beg to differ! I’d think a picture of our dear, dear MC is specifically their business!”, Asmo taunts in a sing song voice.

“A picture of me.. did you like, take an embarrassing picture of me or something?”, you question. Honestly, as much as you love the idiot, you wouldn’t put it above Mammon to blackmail you with an unflattering photo of yourself.

“N-no! It’s not you! I-I mean it is you but it’s not embarrassin’ or anythin’!”.

Oh the poor boy, he looks like he’s going to combust.

“Tick tock!”, Asmo once again pressures him to spit it out.

Mammon shuts his eyes as tight as they can go, and takes a deep breath, opening his mouth to say it before anyone else can-

Beel pipes up from where he’s been quietly munching on some hell newt chips.

“Why does it matter if MC’s his lockscreen?”

Ah. There it is. You watch all the color drain from Mammon’s face. He tenses up, his body language screaming ‘panic’.

“Wait, am I your lockscreen”, you question, hoping he notices your voice doesn’t hold an ounce of teasing, but instead genuine fondness.

His eyes remain trained on the table, his mouth drawn into a tight line, but he stiffly shakes his head in a confirming nod.

“Can I see?”

Mammon slides his D.D.D across the table to where you stand. Clicking on the screen, you see picture of yourself at Devil’s Coast. You’re turned to the side, not quite looking at the camera, but laughing brightly at something. The ferris wheel framed in the background of the shot makes the candid look like something out of a movie. Then it hits you - you’ve. never seen this picture before.

He must have taken it when you weren’t looking.

As laughter erupts throughout the room from his brothers, he’s shocked to not hear yours mixed in with the cacophony l. Instead when you speak, it makes the room go dead silent.

“Mammon… that is so sweet!”, and he can hear the smile in your voice as you run around the table to hand him your own. “Here, look at mine.”

He hesitates for a second, looking up at you for confirmation before taking it. Clicking on the screen, he stares back at a picture of himself. He’s in one of the outfits he wore for Devil Style, so this is definitely from his last shoot, but… this wasn’t professional by any means. It was clearly taken by you, a little shaky and a bit out of center frame, but you must have snapped a picture of him between sets.

And even more so - he’s shirtless in it.

“Ha…HA!”, Mammon exclaims, proudly showing the screen to each and everyone of his brothers. “See that? Of course MC’s got a picture of The Great Mammon as their lockscreen! Makes sense since I’m their first and their favorite!”

“Uggghh, gross”, groans Levi as he stands up to leave, “I knew I should have just went to my room.”

“Aww, MC, why not a picture of me?!”, whines Asmo as he drapes himself over your shoulders, much to Mammon’s annoyance.

“I can’t say that’s a sight I’d want see every time I have to take a phone call”, Satan says all snide and - you’ve had it.

Time to shut them all up.

“Of course I’d want a picture of Mammon as my lock screen. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“WHAT!?”, you hear all the voices in the room cry out at once.

“I am? I-I mean, of course I am! Ya hear that? MC’s taken by The Great Mammon! So all of ya better back off, ya got it?!”

You giggle at his bravado and the looks of disgust and disappointment on the remaining faces in the room, leaning down to kiss his cheek to really drive the point home.

Oh. Looks like he can get redder.

[bumblehoneybee]

(In reference to my ask about Dadday with a trans kid!)

OH MAH LORD YOU ARE SO RIGHT- ooohh you’re so smart, there’s so many possibilities… I’d say go with whatever gives you the most inspiration! (In case you can’t decide, I think reader confiding in Dogday about their reason for being here, and things jsut clicking slowly would be fun! Cherub possibly confessing their worries for how their dad would react to their new self would be interesting!! Would Dogday admit who he is, or will he keep the charade up a bit longer, I wonder?)

Again thank you so much for indulging me, have a wonderful day!!!

Tough Little Cherub

Little Reminder: I'm not trans, so this might not be quite accurate. If there's something you need changed, just let me know!

You were far too young for this place, that much was a given. You walked steadily, but your hands shook when not wrapped around the GrabPack's handles. You screwed your face into something determined, but your eyes darted around, shiny and wet like someone on the precipice of tears. Like thin glass shaking so hard with the vibrations of the earth that a wrong look could shatter it beyond repair.

It hurt Dogday's heart in more ways than he could describe. You shouldn't be here, caught up in this mess. That letter should've been sent to someone else, someone who was an adult, capable of dealing with the horrors of the factory. Prototype knows, Dogday has argued with Poppy about it in low growls while you slept fretfully against him.

But the past couldn't be changed. You were here now, with a weight that was far too big for you to carry, even if Dogday tried to shoulder some of it himself. You carried on through each mishap, stood tall against each monster that tried to snatch you away into the little hellscape they created for themselves.

You told him once, tear-stained and exhausted, that you were looking for someone.

Dogday didn't have to ask to know you were losing hope by the gallons.

"Do you think. . ." You asked him, throat dry and raw from traveling and no supplies. A hoarse laugh escaped you. "Do you think he'd even recognize me. . ?"

Dogday had no answer, his own exhausting and pain clouding his mind.

"I mean-!" You glanced behind you, but saw nothing. Kissy and Poppy were gone, off to find you subsistence. Their voices still seemed to echo off the walls. "I mean. . . I changed so much! My dad. . ."

Something clicked in Dogday's head. A heat crawled up the back of his neck, and he watched you so very carefully. But it was silly to think that you were. . . Impossible.

"He knew me when I was a kid, and now I've changed so much." You lick you chapped lips with another humorless giggle. "My hair, my body, hell, my whole gender!" Your grin looked more manic than playful. Dogday felt faint. "It's all changed. . . I'm not his little squirt anymore, heh. . . His little. . . cherub, anymore."

"Cherub. . ." Dogday murmured, too quiet for you to hear.

"What if he doesn't like who I turned into?" You asked the silence, since that was all Dogday could offer. "If I even find him, I mean. Would he even love me anymore?

Yes. Dogday wanted to scream it at you. Yes, of course he'd still love you, because it was you. His little cherub, sweet and small and brave and kind and strong and everything he wanted you to be. Years of pain and loneliness had hardened you both, changed you both, so how could he fault you for something he himself went through?

"I love you." Dogday said, plain and simple, because it was.

You sniffed, but smiled at him all the same. "Thanks, Dogday. I lo-"

"I love you, cherub." He repeated, voice choking. Your head snapped up, ashy and grey. "I love you, little cherub. I love you so much. I love you-"

You tackled him. Dogday could barely gasp out the words, but he managed. He repeated himself over and over, curling around the little ball you had twisted into. He said it into your hair, your temple, your cheek, as you cried and clawed at his chest like you could climb right into him.

Dogday almost wish you could. Then you'd never be apart from him again.

[spread-the-influence]

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[ceasarslegion]

I don't really think pretending someone's disability doesn't exist is really doing anyone any favours if youre trying to be accessible. I think of all the disabled passengers I have dealt with in my job as airport security, and it's always so much smoother on everyone involved if I just like, acknowledge their disability and act accordingly. Like there was a guy without any limbs who rolled up in a power wheelchair once, and I just opened the gate for him to roll on over for a pat down instead of going all "ooohh can you go through the metal detector for a few steps? 🥺" because that felt like a stupid question that would've come off as mockery when he literally did not have arms or legs and was moving through a mouth-controlled power wheelchair. And we had a lovely conversation about crazy gambling stories and his plans for his vegas trip with his friends while I patted him down. There was no point in drawing attention to him by acting like the questions we were technically supposed to ask everyone to "not assume things" could be applied en masse. Because sometimes it's not an assumption but just the information your own eyes are telling you about someone.

There was another passenger once who also didn't have limbs but did have like, half of an arm he was pushing himself around on a skateboard with, and I had to search his bag. He was very mobile all things considered, and in that case I just asked him if he wanted me to pack his bag back up for him because I didn't know. Usually I don't because I have a whole line of other bags to deal with, and that case felt did feel like an assumption after I'd seen for myself how mobile he was, but I could still acknowledge his disability and go "do you want me to pack it back up for you?" the implication being "i can see you have a different ability level than me, so would it be more comfortable for you if I did this part instead?" and he ended up saying "that would be good of you man, thanks. Just slide it back to me after." And like I assume he can do it himself, its just that airports are loud and stressful and exhausting and even more so when you have a disability, so sometimes it's not a question of if you CAN do something, but what gives you a small break from something that's harder for you.

I think a lot of accessibility issues come from this idea that we have to radically treat everyone exactly the same and never point out when people have different levels of abilities, and I understand where that sentiment comes from, but I don't think it really does anyone any favours in the long run when you're dealing with people whose disabilities literally do affect every aspect of their lives.

Funny story though: once had a guy who would not stop alarming on the metal detector. Nothing in his pockets, no belt buckle, didn't bump the sides, we were so stumped. I just go "alright I'll give you a scan then and we'll figure it out." Left leg beeps, I pat it down, stop, and say "...do you have a prosthetic leg" and the guy double-handed facepalms himself and goes "I FORGOT THAT MY WHOLE LEG IS METAL"

[rennybu]

AAAAUHG.. so many things come to mind so i will start with... i like to imagine he and Fenris are the same height :') (5'11"). This got a bit long but i'm always happy to talk about this guy!!!!!!!!! @trebuchet151

he's got a big garnet signet ring with the Amell family crest carved in it, and that's about the only recognizable thing that denotes his lineage... he has always liked stamping wax seals on letters with it!!! he's a ring guy generally, he likes mixing and matching stones and metal.

his hands are very scarred and rough from reckless casting, and especially casting fire magic without a staff (in a pinch).

He has a heart tattooed on his ring finger for Fenris :') their wedding was very. Andraste as the witness, on the road, impulsive. Vows for themselves, nothing legally binding. Fenris has a plain gold band on a red cord somewhere on his person at all times.

his testosterone is taken via oral tincture, some kind of oil solution he takes drops of daily. like a mild and highly personalized potion recipe! it's the only reason he sometimes needs a home base or shop to set up in, to prepare a big batch. He stores it in little glass vials he collects from trinket shops. Malcolm found the recipe for him after he came out in his tweens.

Bethany is kind of sainted in his mind, when he's exasperated or stunned he might utter an "oh Bethany" (in the tone of "are you seeing this shit") rather than an "oh Maker"

He struggles a lot with empathy, in that he frequently can logically recognize when he should feel for another person's situation, and yet finds himself unmoved. He will deliberately go out of his way to care for others, sometimes more than is needed, to try to make up for what he perceives as a personal flaw. This is how he ended up like a wrung out mouldy rag, emotionally, by the end of DA2.

His spell class is fucking terrifying, he has a lot of mana and not much hp, but is really reckless about his reserves. He combines force magic with fire magic, trapping foes and incinerating them, and sometimes leaving himself winded in the wake of too much magical exertion at once.

he's pretty spry and strong but doesn't have a great constitution. He tires out quickly in fights, hence trying to end them explosively and quickly.

Was briefly stalked by a sloth demon, perhaps around Act 2, and passed a very "get off my doorstep" homebrew harrowing as a result. Burnt it out of his shadow and got some spring back in his step, around roughly the same time he recognized his feelings for Fenris, settled into his role as Hawke within Kirkwall, etc. He Killed Dysphoria, Forever!!!

His love for Merrill makes him very "blood magic is okay", he loves her worldview and wisdom about its use, but his upbringing prevents him from extending that grace to himself. He was forced to use blood magic in his duel against the Arishok in order to survive it!!! Angst. Hates himself quite badly for this. Until Merrill is like "why are you special" and he's like ooohh. I get it

We all kno Hawke goes thru hell but I love reflecting on Orson's arc from early family life to Now/post-DA:I, he found closure among his friends and family and was able to fully remove himself from a public leadership role and is doing much better for it. He's a bit of an anarchist i guess, jack of all trades with a pretty rigid set of personal morals that sometimes forces him to act outside the law. He's very grey market, hard to contact, arrive in the nick of time.

He and Fenris do not ever shut up around each other. Two dudes who talk about fuck all, very intelligently. If you see Fenris in the wild, Orson is probably around, too. They love hunting Venatori and only sometimes get in the way of other spy/subterfuge activities.

he smells like BRITTLE sun-baked wood, with a hint of oily herbal medicine.

[possessionisamyth]

Not to kick a dead horse, but there is a way to make Pier's death genuinely very loaded and tragic that fandom consensus just seems to continue to miss! I've never seen a take about Piers's death being about PIERS, but all about "ooohh chris lost a good one" and how the two are not able to fuck anymore. But I am going to free you from these shackles while I zero in on Chris' comment of

"I wanted him to replace me."

Surely Piers was being trained to take Chris' job ideally after a decent retirement party, but neither of them get that luxury because Edonia happens, and Chris is gone. The beloved captain has vanished, and the person who's supposed to take his job is right there, so they give it to him. It's Piers responsibility to not only be a face of what the BSAA represents, but also the heavy shackles of expectations are slapped onto him.

Everyone wants Chris, which means Piers can't be himself nor figure out how to run the same jobs his way. No, it has to be Chris' way. There's no time for anyone to adjust and shift gears either with the C-Virus outbreaks, the terrorist attacks from Ada*(Carla), and the search party he shambled together to locate the missing Redfield. So he tries his damnedest to fill Chris' shoes and suddenly realizes just how out of his depth he is. There were so many reasons people called Chris for certain tasks, even tasks Piers hadn't known about and definitely hadn't been trained on, that Piers never saw. There's no mentor to dial. No reference other than fellow soldiers saying things like, "We don't know how, he just got it done," which is the least helpful thing in the world. Hell, there's barely any notes to go through when he searches Chris' office for a semblance of a hint as to how he should do this job.

Maybe it turns out Chris was doing his best to gently ease that heavy mantle into Piers' hands. It's why his scheduled retirement seemed so far away at the time. Perhaps, after one comment too many where he'd been accidentally addressed by the name of his captain for the 50th time, Piers breaks. He can't do this. He's not ready for this. He needs the one person who did all this back by any means necessary, so he drops all the work and joins the search party. He verbally harasses an amnesiac Chris into coming back because maybe it isn't that bad. Maybe Chris just needs a reminder of what he's been doing everyday for literal years and things would be back to normal again.

But it's not. It's messier. It's uglier. This isn't the Chris he worked so hard to fight alongside. There are glimpses of him in there, but most of the time in China, Piers feels like he's working with a stranger. People die, and Chris keeps pushing forward no matter how much he's shouted at, and Piers feels like this is all his fault. The deaths are his fault because he couldn't buckle down and do what Chris originally wanted him to do. Take Chris' place. Replace him. Be better than him.

So when they go to that underwater facility, and their backs are against the wall, there's the looming sense of failure and a terrifying amount of pressure. If they get out of this alive, who knows when Chris would be back in shape to work again if that ever happens. Piers would have to be responsible. He was already responsible for the squad he gathered to take up this job, and they were skewed into pieces around downtown Lanshiang. Take Chris' place. Replace him. Be better than him, and Piers failed on all accounts. He couldn't get Chris back the way he was supposed to be. His squad was dead. The responsibility he'd have to take up if they made it out alive would be nigh unbearable, and then he gets infected.

He gets infected and suddenly the decision is so easy. To let go. To hope for the best. To be the one left behind when he was supposed to be the one moving towards the future. Another glimpse of the Chris that Piers knew is seen, a more confident glimpse wherein Chris does everything he can to try and save him. And Piers smiles when Chris fails. When he saves Chris. When he seems to finally do one thing right after things never seemed to stop falling apart.

It's the last thing Chris sees. That smile and the ever encroaching weight of immeasurable responsibility that'll grasp him tight as soon as he breaks the surface. The weight Piers couldn't take from him, and maybe never wanted in the first place.

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Please, I have so much love for your fem!stan, please tell me your thoughts about fem!mulletstan, or fem!drifterstan. I once read a fanfic where Filbrick kicking out Stan was just a scare tactic, I imagine he’d have the same sentiment for a female Stan as well, but he’s too prideful to go get his little girl after it backfires and she doesn’t come back home.

Meanwhile, Stan’s determined to prove she’s just as capable as any boy after years of being undermined for being born a girl! Even so, she’s not above using her feminine wiles to sling her FDA acknowledged merchandise, after all sex sells. Eventually she soon realizes that sex does indeed sell.

OOOHH Anon, tesoro, SAPESSI! You have no idea how happy your messages makes me, because you’re enabling me to YAP about my favorite topic, that I’ve been thinking about A LOT. Thank you so much! WARNING: Stancest is ALWAYS implied/established in my musings. The following lucubrations are no exception. In general, I think fem!Stan would get punished way less harshly than his canon male counterpart. Not that she’s coddled or untouchable- Constance would get hit occasionally, if she acts way out of the line, by both parents. But, I personally don’t think kicking her out would ever be a thing- not even as a threat: Given the time period/culture, the (horrible) assumption that throwing a teen boy out would not only be a punishment, but also a formative experience of sort- to make him self-sufficient- would NEVER be expected to apply to a girl. On the contrary: Constance would be perceived as someone that could NEVER be self-sufficient. Not only because she’s the “gentle sex”, but also because she’s a weird, off-putting dunce of a girl, unlikely to get picked by a wealthy enough- or even honest man that would take care and provide for her. If we were talking about a version of this universe where the machine accident happens like in canon, Constance would receive a slap across the face, as a punishment for what she did, and a particularly heated, demeaning tirade from Filbrick, imo. Now, that said--- I have two main favorite divergences, I’ve toyed with, for fem!Stan's future:

1) A version where Constance did destroy Ford’s machine, on purpose, in a fit of anger, because she’s subconsciously trying to get kicked out: rationally, she is aware how hard and scary it would be to run away from home, and that her family would look for her. But, if they HATED her, not only they wouldn’t feel bad, they’d also take the very hard decision for her, of cutting her out. But, what happens is that- they DO act like they despise her- but still, they won’t kick her out! It’s an outcome so painful and so humiliating, it’s the final straw that makes Constance snap and run away- to basically become drifter!Stan. And, Ford’s resentment and hatred, in this version, not only comes from Stan taking away his chance to go to his ideal College, but also because she abandoned him! Off to live her indecent, dangerous life with some biker- probably- when if, had she been patient for a few years- had she truly loved him as she said- Ford would had been the one to provide for her- spoil her rotten, even. Like, this is a universe where Ford was THE only eldest son, with an implicit duty to be his sister’s protector, and if you add in he’s been in love with her, too… In the 10-years-later reunion, Ford would have this incel-like feeling of pain and humiliation- because his baby sister at his door is wearing a miniskirt, and her hair is cut so short, and it’s evident she’s not that innocent anymore. But still, as tired and battered by life as she is, Constance would still NOT be begging Ford to be her savior and mer-- and let him take care of her! [Complicated incestuous tension ensues].

Version number 2) Constance accidentally destroyed Ford’s machine, just like in canon- but doesn’t get kicked out and- since she’s a girl and Ford is more protective and softer, after some silent treatment, he forgives her. And actually, he uses what happened to his advantage, to coax Constance into following him to Backupsmore: "it’s gonna take him so much more time to become successful, now that he’s relegated to that college, meaning he and Stan would end up separated so much longer! She’d have to remain at Glass Shard Beach all alone, for ages! But.. if she followed him, she could get a job, a room apartment of her own, and… nobody would know them, over there. They could even date in secret." And, Constance would hesitate, because she dreads an unfulfilling future as her brother’s accessory, but also, she is in love with him, and she inevitably internalized part of the sexism she’s been subjected to for most of her life, so… she accepts. Even pumps herself up, gaslights herself into thinking it’s gonna be a fresh, exciting new start, away from her shitty small town. And indeed… Even if the twins enjoy the relative freedom of their romance, far from home, inevitably Constance feels unsatisfied, like she just switched the background, but she’s still working as a waitress, doing nothing she truly loves, or feels good at. That’s when I like to imagine she ends up messing it up big time, by joining an MLM or something, in attempt to find her own success lmao. AND, it’s complicated, because she does find out she is actually GOOD at selling shit to people. This is her true calling! But, the business was scummy as fuck- to an illegal degree- and she ends up arrested for the first time. And, escapes from prison for the first time. Stan is a chaotic disaster, impossible to contain, in every universe. To make it short, once again the story goes back to its tracks, and Ford and Stan separate dramatically. Now, this version actually had a VERY angsty ship-focused sub-divergent version with Fiddleford involved, and a very jealous Ford. But I don’t even know if you’d be interested in that, so I’ll stop here. ++++ I do love that part of your ask, about Stan realizing she can use her sex-appeal to her advantage... To imagine her seducing people into helping her/condoning her schemes is so fucking sexy~ I will think of a specific scenario, because damn.

[lorbanery]

Someone has definitely written a fic where Terry McGinnis realizes and has to come to terms with the fact that his parents kind of fucked him up, right?

Like, he's Batman. Batman deals with fucked up families. Eventually he's gotta learn to recognize the red flags of an abusive household, of how kids act out when they're being mistreated at home, of what are appropriate consequences for behavior and how that changes based on the kid's age.

And I know the show tries to go out of its way to be like "well Terry really WAS a pretty badly behaved kid" like ooohh he was in JUVIE for a whole FEW MONTHS but also like

Let's really think about this for a second

This whole "Terry was a Bad Kid" narrative ultimately hinges on one particular event: His arrest alongside Charlie Bigelow. Now I don't think they ever mention how old Terry's supposed to be during the series, and they certainly never mention how old he was when he and Charlie got arrested. But we DO know that the arrest happened 4 years before the events of the series because in the episode where all of this backstory is elaborated on, they mention that Charlie's sentence was 4 years. Now, Terry's in high school, which narrows his present day age to between 14 and 18; but the fact his mother got custody after his dad died makes it pretty clear he can't be older than 17.

So if we're GENEROUS.

If we assume that Terry is 17 during the events of the series

that he's 17 when Charlie's released from jail after serving a 4 year prison sentence

that would make Terry, AT THE OLDEST ... 13 years old when he was arrested

thirteen

years

old

when his parents got divorced

thirteen years old

when his mother declared that she couldn't deal with him, that his father was the only one who could "control" him, and gave up custody of TERRY, but not of his little brother

thirteen years old when his parents SPLIT UP him and his little brother, who had to have been a kindergartner at the oldest at the time

Like this is cruel. With the exception of some extreme circumstances, you don't do that to kids. You don't just separate siblings like that. Like, not to say that it doesn't happen, just to say that I don't think I'm off-the-mark in assuming that pretty much every modern child development expert would very much suggest you DON'T DO THAT. Like I know there are folks out there who know very well how it feels, but for the rest of us just imagine being thirteen years old and your mom says she wants custody, but only of your sibling, she doesn't want custody of you.

PERSONALLY

I THINK THAT'S PRETTY FUCKED UP

Oh and let's not forget that it is at least heavily implied if not outright stated that this divorce was at least partially triggered by Warren suspecting Mary of cheating because these two redheads gave birth to two kids with jet black hair. Yeah I wonder why a tweenage Terry was so angry and spending a lot of time out on the streets instead of at home where his parents were constantly fighting about whether or not he was "actually" their kid?????

And it's not like she changed her tune about him after he moved in! At even the faintest WHIFF of rules bending she was ready with an accusation of Terry going back to his old ways. DESPITE him completely turning himself around. Like juvie worked for him the way authoritarians want it to! He spent a few months in juvie after doing One Bad Thing, got scared straight, and decided he was never going to do Bad Things again. Hooray! The fictional criminal justice system works! Sure he was still getting into fights, but he was doing it to try and help people. He did his time, he turned his life around, the boy is an A student, he's had four years proving himself Not a Delinquent. Yet Mary McGinnis is CONSTANTLY jumping on any excuse to assume that Terry's up to no good.

And I will admit that she's probably justified in jumping to conclusions initially upon finding drugs in Terry's backpack. But I still find it a bit EXTREME, given, again, his recent history up to that point, that Mary refuses to even CONSIDER believing Terry when he says they aren't his and he's not using them ... until he gets a drug screening.

And don't even get me started on the way Matt talks about him. This kid is in elementary school there's no way he's come to the conclusion all on his own that his older brother who, as far as we know, he hasn't even SEEN in FOUR YEARS is just a delinquent who's always secretly up to something. Oh but he's been living alone with Mary this whole time HHMMMMMMMMMM

I'm harping a lot on Mary here, but listen that's just because Warren's dead and so we only got to VERY BRIEFLY see him and Terry interact. Given that brief interaction? I don't have a problem assuming that he treated Terry much in the same way, as a delinquent constantly on the brink of a relapse. he just benefits from being killed off for Plot purposes so we can't see all the ways that plays out like with Mary.

Anyway it kills me every time Mary McGinnis treats her son like shit and Terry goes all

*pained bishounen face* Even if I didn't do what she's accusing me of, I still deserve her suspicion and I can't blame her for it.

[cultkinkcoven]

There’s something very comforting about when you finally settle into your witchy routines and rituals to the point where you don’t have to think about them very much anymore. They just become another part of my every day. Gotta brush my teeth, take the garbage out, give offerings to the old Gods, wash dishes etc.

And sometimes my magical routines feel less “magical”. Like these aren’t “special activities“ they’re just chores, routines, things I gotta do just cause. Not in the bad way where I don’t enjoy it anymore, just in the way that it’s extremely normalized.

and then randomly the whimsy and magic will just get turned back on and I’ll be like damn I really am a witch huh. Like ooohh my crystals look so pretty. Gathering apples for my demon friends, sweeping my altar, aha I’m such a witchy guy. Might say some magic words ooh might draw some sigils and light some candles lol. so fun!

A couple weeks or so will go by and I won’t have very much contact or conversation with Lucifer at all, like I’ll still give my daily offerings and whatnot but I just won’t *feel* him around very much, which is totally okay. I’m just like hm, wonder what he’s up to. Hope he comes back soon. Miss you ❤��❤️ and I don’t feel like one of his disciples really, I’m just a guy that likes Lucifer. Just a normal lad with a little crush. Ain’t nothing special ain’t no thang

and then randomly at 4:25pm on a Wednesday afternoon the wind will hit me just right and the sunset will twinkle in a certain way and I’m just SLAMMED with SO MANY feelings and vibes and become absolutely overwhelmed with how much I adore him and how happy I am to be in his presence. and I’m like YES i am A PATRONED CHILD OF LUCIFER FFFFUCCK YEAHHH this is so fuckin cool. My king? My king is here? with me!!!??!! WWOOOWWW i am an on my hands and knees 🙏

This always happens during this time of year. Near the end of Summer I’ll feel him going further and further away from me and then as soon as early autumn starts to hit he’s SO present and dominating

and I’m like !!!! yippee!!! You’re back!!!! I missed you sm!!!! 💕💖

and it’s multiplied by 1000x whenever he’s like “yes I am back, and I have so many more things to show you ☺️” LIKE YES!!!!!! ITS WORK TIME AGAIN !!! YYYEAASSSS!!!!

It’s spooky season, the leaves are yellowing, The Death Gods are taking back their dominance. The shadows are growing larger. Oh boy oh boy. WE ARE SO BACK.