#sometimes asher just says shit

[leavingautumn13]

more maxie on maxie violence featuring my asher and @ghostfacedbat's ashbourne

[polydamnory]

Poly Shaw Pack Headcanons

⚠️SOME NSFW BELOW - LIKE ONLY 2 BUT STILL YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)⚠️

Sometimes when David says something kind of snappy or rude to Angel (tsunderes gonna tsundere), Darlin will just come up, pick Angel up, and walk away saying “nope. Mate privileges revoked” - doesn’t matter if Angel isn’t bothered by it, he was mean

Milo HAS borrowed that choke collar from Baaabe and used it on Asher 👀👀👀

Almost all of them have tried their hand at teaching Asher how to cook - none have succeeded

Asher and Angel both keep getting caught late night gaming by the others, and David. Is. Not. Happy about it.

Sweetheart doesn’t purposefully sneak up on/startle Darlin the way they do Milo - they know that due to Darlin’s past trauma, they’re a lot more likely to lean more towards the fight part of fight or flight instincts, as well as just not wanting to accidentally trigger them in general

The non-shifter mates will go on a group date just the four of them once a month - the shifters do too but most of the time they just end up playing video games together (Asher) or spending some time in their wolf forms

Milo and Angel are both huge dorks for Aggro and baby him excessively

When Darlin gets really touch starved (which is most of the time), the rest of the polycule just kind of pile on top of them

Baaabe and David learned how to cook some of the dishes Sam’s grandmother used to make for him to help him feel better on the anniversary of her death - Darlin tried to help but got kicked out of the kitchen

Asher and Sweetheart occasionally team up to fuck with Milo (also Christian lol)

Angel moves around in their sleep a lot so whoever’s closest to them in bed have to be the ones to essentially smother them to keep them from accidentally kicking or punching somebody in their sleep

Solar Solstices are TOUGH with them all staying together, but thankfully the four non-shifters can team up to tackle it - Baaabe’s on cooking duty, Angel’s the one keeping David and Darlin from getting up out of bed (they are NOT above sitting on you, Darlin, stop it!), and Sweetheart and Sam team up to do some sleeping or healing magic - it doesn’t help much, but it’s something. They typically end up watching movies or playing some easy video games that at least keep them laying/sitting down for a majority of the day. EDIT: the lovely @darlin-collins (sorry for the at) has pointed out to me that both stealth’s AND vampires are negatively affected by the sun bound solstice so I guess Angel and Baaabe are gonna have to fight for their fucking lives lol

The mates groupchat still exists and Asher begs to be let in it like once a week

Darlin kind of wants to be included in it too but refuses to admit it

Asher and Angel can both dress like total gremlins and it physically pains Milo to have to see it

Baaabe has dommed most of the others at some point

Sam took a bit to feel comfortable asking to feed on any of them other than Darlin, and even then he still typically goes to them first if he’s feeling hungry - he doesn’t really have a favorite, it's just that in that regard he feels the most comfortable with them specifically

Asher will shift and comfort any and all of them in his wolf form like he does for Baaabe - he has to do it a lot for Sweetheart, their job has them stressed

David often feels like he’s babysitting a bunch of toddlers because even when they were just friends, the stupid shit this group would get themselves caught up in is insane - the fact that none of them have been arrested yet is a miracle in itself. No, Sam is not an exception.

Darlin, Milo and Angel are all terrible with horror movies (this is canon) and David sometimes likes to choose one he knows will particularly get them when it’s his pick for movie night just to fuck with them

I feel like some of these could technically apply outside the context of the polycule, and you know what, yeah that too

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt. 6

-angel definitely has one of those shirts that says ‘angel’ on it

-asher calls baabe sexy on a regular basis

-lasko has a super bad fear of horror films and games (will start crying)

-the pack played fnaf once and all you could hear was screaming from milo, tank, and asher and laughter from angel, sam and sweetheart (david and baabe literally almost fell asleep on each other) 

-lovely makes vincent tea and reads to him when he’s sad (*being pouty) 

-angel used to have an eating disorder (still reverts to old habits sometimes but is recovered) ((when they struggle with eating, david holds their hand and talks them through it))

-freelancer speaks french and makes fun of damien (in french) for being so poor at it all the time ((damien: "bro shut up?" freelancer: "do you know how to say that in french, huh?")) -(damien and freelancer are so siblings coded)

-darlin’ and sam slow dance around the house all the time (in the kitchen when sam’s cooking, in their bedroom right before they go to sleep, after they wake up, in the hallways etc.)

-freelancer is really good at acting like they’re sad when the boys tease them so they (huxley and dear) feel bad ((they just have to pout once and curl into themselves before huxley is hugging them and making the others apologize)) -(they're the youngest in the group so they get teased a lot) 

-sweetheart isn’t particularly known for taking care of themselves and whenever they complain about any health issue they’re having, david is quick to point that out (sweetheart: “my stomach hurts” david: “your stomach hurts because you don’t eat properly at the proper times or-“ sweetheart: “shut the actual fuck up david, I didn’t ask”)

-damien is such a shithead to everyone, even huxley and sometimes he forgets that huxley is shameless when talking back or “returning the energy” to people. damien will poke fun at him and act surprised when huxley starts attacking (tickling) him

-asher has a fear of needles but he got a tattoo in memory of gabe

-sam cried in darlin’s arms for hours after the inversion

-after the inversion, david flat out refused to let asher out of his sight until he was at home safe with his mate (drove him home when they couldn't pick him up, even when asher insisted he could drive himself home)

bonus +

-darlin’ is the only one who calls sam “samuel” 

-I just know kody reeks

-at random moments angel and asher would just be like “i can’t wait to get married” with little smitten smiles on their faces even before they got engaged (it’s too cute for anyone to give them shit for it) 

-asher's big sister was his favorite person for years (she's tied with david for second favourite after baabe) ((david sees her as the sister he never had)) -(think of asher and madelyn as the "i'm a big dog, i do big dog shit" older/younger sibling audio on tiktok)

[freedomfireflies]

Pillowtalk*

Summary: An extra for Mine*

Save a horse, ride a pillow.

Turns out, Harry isn't always so forgiving.

Word Count: 4.4k

(This one shot is separate from the events of the last extra!! Just something smutty for fun!)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞 You are so much more important!*

You know you’ve fucked up even before Harry walks through the door.

He’s normally a very patient man. Very forgiving. Understanding.

But you know today will be different.

See, you’ve done the one thing he absolutely hates, more than anything in the world:

You’ve lied to him.

Or rather, you’ve refused him. Refused his suggestion. His offer to help you relieve some tension. And not because you don’t want to or because you feel uncomfortable. Because you know if you’d used your safe word, he would have dropped it instantly, no questions asked.

But you know he’s been watching you for the past few days. Noticing how you rut against him in your sleep. Throw a leg over his thigh and grind down without even realizing. Whimper beneath your breath at the faint contact before curling into his side.

See, you’ve been fighting your subspace for weeks. You’re not sure why it’s kept trying to creep up on you. Maybe you’re lonely. Maybe you’re in heat. Maybe you just need Harry to fuck you into the mattress to set things right.

But he’s been incredibly busy. And stressed. And the thought of bothering him with this has been out of the question. So, you’ve kept it to yourself.

It wasn’t until Asher found you squeezing a pillow between your thighs earlier today that Harry became aware of how serious it was.

Asher had called him instantly and told him before Harry made him put you on the phone. He was anxious to fix it for you, asking if you’d like to come to the warehouse so he could help you out. He’d play with you, kiss you, cuddle you, and make everything better.

But you hadn’t wanted to be a bother. You’d brushed him off, told him you were fine. You’d watch some TV and get over it.

And he hadn’t liked this, instead suggesting that he leave work altogether and come home so he could dedicate the rest of his day to you.

Another proposition that you refused. Insisting once more that you didn’t want to take up any of his time. You knew he was busy, and this was nothing. You weren’t an animal. You’d be fine.

It was your second refusal that upset him. The way you lied just to please him. How you put his needs above your own.

You knew he wanted to chastise you over the phone, but he simply offered a solemn but chilling goodbye before the line went dead.

So, you handed the phone back to Asher with a sheepish raise of your eyebrows.

He tutted sympathetically as he said, “Oh, sweetheart. You’ve done it now.”

It became clear then just how badly you’d fucked up. And you could do nothing but wait for your boyfriend’s return as the anxious pit in your stomach began to form.

This is how Harry finds you a couple of hours later. You’ve been anticipating him, his driver having radioed to Asher about his arrival before he left.

And you’ve done nothing but pace the living room floor, practicing what you’ll say when you see him. Which will be any second now. You can hear him coming up the stairs, the heavy boots on his feet echoing in from the hall. 

He can’t be that mad. He can’t. Not after he hears your side. 

You’ll start with a string of apologies and then an explanation. And maybe he’ll understand because sometimes you don’t think when you’re in this type of headspace, and surely he’ll be able to see that. Surely he’ll listen to reason—

“Hi, mama.”

The normally loving nickname is murmured beneath a low strain of voice, and you look up from the carpet to find the man of the hour.

Shit.

He’s standing by the now closed door, eyes narrowed, and expression stern. His tongue is running over his bottom lip and he casually makes his way into the apartment just as Asher steps out of the room.

“Hi,” you call timidly, hands sliding behind your back as you wait for him to approach. “How was…how was your day?”

“Fine,” he replies after a long moment of pause. “Before I got a rather upsetting phone call.”

You swallow, lashes fluttering the closer he gets. “I know, I’m sorry. I…look, you’ve been under a lot of stress, and I know you were just trying to help, but I didn’t want to—”

“No,” he says simply, bringing your spiel to a halt. “No, I don’t want to hear you speak again until I give you permission to do so. Is that understood?”

Instantly, your lips press together as you nod once. Shit, shit, shit.

“Good.” He takes another step, and it feels as though he sucks the air right out of your lungs. “Do you understand why I’m upset?”

Another nod, wordless.

“Do you understand that I don’t like when you lie to me?”

Nod.

“Do you understand that if you’re struggling or floating away from me, I need to know?” He’s close enough now that you can smell the faintest whisper of cigarettes and cologne. An oddly comforting mix. “That if you lie to me when you’re in your subspace, it’s incredibly dangerous? And scary?”

You hadn’t thought of it like that. In fact, it never even crossed your mind to imagine how he might feel to be put in this sort of position again. Especially after the last time. 

 Guilt crawls up the back of your neck as you fight the urge to look down at the floor, forcing eye contact with the tall man before you. 

You motion your agreement once more before Harry’s hardened expression softens.

“Did you know you were slipping?” he asks gently, now reaching out to brush his palm along your cheek. “Because if this was an accident, and you weren’t sure, then I won’t be mad at you, sugar.”

You could say no. You could get yourself out of this mess with one simple word. Make him happy. Reassure him.

But…you knew. You had a suspicion even if you weren’t one hundred percent sure. And lying to him again will only make the damage worse.

You press your hand over his, keeping it against your face. Soaking up the contact and the few short moments of his relaxed demeanor you have left.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly. Bashfully. You don’t look at him. You look at the collar on his shirt, willing the tears to stay inside. “And I was scared.”

He takes hold of your other cheek now, grasping onto you with concern and love as his brows furrow. “Scared how, mama? What can I do?”

You whimper, fingers slipping around his wrists. “I didn’t want to take you away from your work. It was more important. And I didn’t want you to fall behind or feel like you had to help me. I thought I would be okay, that I could fight it. And I could wait until you weren’t as busy.”

He’s still frowning but it’s softer now. As though he’s in great pain. “My sweet girl,” he exhales, stepping closer until your chests brush. “I never…ever feel like I have to help you. I want to help you. I thought you knew that.”

And you do. But when you’re in that sort of mindset…

He sighs. “I never meant to neglect you. Or leave you here or make you wait. You are the most important thing in the fucking world to me. There’s a reason I have so many men working for me, and it’s so they can take over whenever I need them to. Whenever I have better places to be. Like here. With you.”

A tear falls but his thumb gingerly wipes it away.

“I worry about you all the goddamn time,” he murmurs, and your stomach flips. “It’s hard enough being away from you, but knowing you were in so much pain and so much frustration when I wasn’t here to fix it for you makes my fucking skin crawl. It’s the scariest thing in the world to me to know you’ve slipped when I’m not here.”

You nuzzle into his touch, remorse clouding your vision.

“It’s even scary when I am here,” he whispers, almost as if admitting a secret. “Because it proves how much you trust me. And all I want to do is keep you safe, keep you mine. Keep you. In any way I can.”

“I know,” you finally say. “I know, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to upset you.”

He scoffs a bit beneath his breath, like it wounds him to hear you say this, and you can see the repercussions of it on his face.

“Sugar,” he breathes, “asking for my attention will never upset me. My attention belongs to you. It’s yours, always, every fucking second of every fucking day. Even if it’s just a headache and you need me to come home, I will. I will always put you first.”

Your heart feels as though it blooms in your chest.

“And if I can’t be there,” he continues, “I know there’s someone else here to keep you safe until I can be.”

With this, he glances over his shoulder toward his second-in-command, who’s now leaning against the doorframe, watching you both closely. 

Surprised, and a bit relieved, you and Asher exchange a small, knowing smile before you look back to Harry. “I know. I’m sorry. Really.”

And you can tell this hasn’t fixed anything, but he seems somewhat comforted by this as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His palms pressing hard into your cheeks to keep you close.

“I know,” he echoes, leaning back and releasing you. “But you still lied to me. When you knew better. And actions have consequences, don’t they, mama?”

Your blood runs cold as you nod mutely and watch him walk toward the couch. He’s relaxed yet firm. The air in the room shifting instantaneously while he nods at Asher who begins walking closer as well.

Everything is spinning, your head, your heart, your stomach. You have no idea what to expect next, and as Harry takes a seat, you decide that you probably aren’t going to like it.

“I promised I would always take care of you,” he begins, throwing an arm over the back of the sofa as his right-hand man comes over to sit beside him. “And I plan to keep that promise, even after you’ve been so disobedient.”

You notice now the large pillow in Asher’s hand, and a hundred and one questions flash through your mind as it’s handed to your boyfriend.

“So, that’s what I’m going to do,” Harry says, taking the object from him before tossing it toward the ground at your feet. “Gonna let you ride this pillow until you feel better.”

Oh.

It all clicks now. Makes perfect fucking sense and heat floods your cheeks as you look from the pillow to the two men in front of you. 

Harry nods his chin, the corner of his mouth curling up into a rather sadistic display of reassurance. “Go on.”

And you can’t refuse him again. Can’t argue or try to talk him out of it. He’s made up his mind. In fact, he probably decided on this the moment he hung up the phone earlier today.

Instead, you swallow thickly and slowly lower yourself onto your knees. You can’t deny that you’re slightly…thrilled by the idea. Something you assume Harry knew you would be. No matter how callous the man can be, he always puts your pleasure first. Even when he’s upset.

And yes, this is meant to humiliate you. Which it does.

But you like the idea of them watching you. Of them seeing the way you get yourself off with something as pathetic as a pillow.

“Uh-uh,” comes a warning tut, forcing your eyes up. Harry is frowning, head cocked to the side. “Panties off, mama. You know better.”

You do know better, and you nod mutely as you warily grab hold of your shorts to tug them down, your underwear following suit.

Now left in nothing but your thin tank top, you return to your position on the floor, hands on your thighs as you kneel before the pillow.

The men are far too relaxed as they settle back into the cushions, looking down at you with smug appreciation.

“Come on, Sugar,” Harry pushes, once more encouraging you to begin. “Haven’t got all day.”

And Asher smirks at this, arms crossing over his chest, focused eyes glued to yours.

So, with a deep inhale, you scoot forward, grabbing onto the pillow to angle it the way you need. Then, you straighten up a bit, pushing and fluffing the cushiony fabric just so before pulling it between your thighs. 

Once it’s in the right place and you feel comfortable in your straddle…you lower.

You can’t help but gasp as your cunt makes contact with the pillowcase, the soft yet somewhat rough material like ecstasy as it slides between your bare, silky folds. 

The boys are quiet. Far too quiet for your liking. Not even a hum of approval or a look of excitement. They watch you like they’re watching the daily news. Intrigued yet hardly fascinated. 

You suppose this is a part of your punishment, but it breeds something insatiable in your stomach. Making you want to earn their interest and admiration.

You begin to rock yourself back and forth. A steady rhythm, just to get started. The need you’ve been fighting for weeks returns tenfold, growing stronger with each brush of your clit against the side of the fabric.

Then, Harry speaks.

“Talked to Cal today,” he says to his partner, glancing over as if somehow, that conversation is more important than watching you soak the pillow between your legs.

It makes you frown.

“Yeah?” Asher responds, looking over as well. 

Harry nods. “He’s working on expanding the shipment. Said he found a way in.”

“Good. You think he can handle it?”

“Probably not, but that’s why it’s not the actual shipping container. I’m leaving that to you.”

Asher laughs, and the amused sound makes your stomach clench. “And what’ll you do if he finds out you’re testing him?”

“If he’s really on our side, he’ll understand,” Harry says simply. “And if he has a problem with it…we’ll take care of it.”

The ominous threat has you whining softly in the back of your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut and work your hips a little faster.

This time, Harry chuckles. “She’s cute, isn’t she?”

“Very,” Asher replies, and even without seeing them, you know they’re smirking at you. “Maybe she should disobey more often.”

“Maybe,” Harry agrees. “It’s more fun this way.”

Your head lifts, attention finding them as you plead with your boyfriend to have a little mercy on you.

But the second he sees you looking, he smiles and shakes his head.

The living room falls silent for just a moment as you continue to thrust against the material in search of more.

It’s building, slow at first and then really fast. A very prominent wet patch has begun to form and knowing you’ve most likely ruined this poor pillow makes you whimper as you arch your back.

Your knees slide on the carpet, spreading you open. Over and over and over you rut against the cushion, breathless and panting for air.

And it's nice. Tantalizing, in a sense. But it will never be the real thing. Never be able to satiate your appetite the way you want. Can't fill you, or fuck you, or leave you.

Yet, despite its faults, it helps get you there. And maybe you should have been doing this all along.

Harry’s focus glues to you now, eager to see you come, and it makes your heart soar as you sneak a glimpse of his handsome face. Punishment or not, having his eyes on you is like an honor. Knowing that he could be looking at anyone…but he’s looking at you.

Your orgasm rips through you like a tornado, tearing your insides apart as you practically collapse on the floor. Hips twitching while you attempt to ride it out.

Again, a certain quiet settles over the room, and you feel relieved to know you’ve completed this little exercise, no matter how degrading. You’re ready to jump up onto your feet, crawl into his lap, and bury yourself in his arms for the remainder of the night.

But it seems Harry has other plans, and he hums condescendingly when he sees you begin to sit up.

“Where you goin’, mama, hm?” he calls.

You blink.

“You’re not done yet,” he says, far too pleased for your liking. “In fact, you’re not done until I say you’re done.”

…shit.

“So, go on,” he instructs, once again nodding at you. “Give me another.”

With that, he leans back against the couch, leaving you to wilt under the stares of the two men above you. 

Shaking slightly from the aftershocks, you squirm a bit over the pillow and steady your stance. Then, with a deep breath, you lower yourself back down and drag your pussy over the side of the fluffy material. 

But you’re incredibly sensitive, and you instantly lift up with a mewl as you attempt to get away from the sensation.

“Sugar,” Harry warns, “s’part of your punishment, and you know it. You gonna make Daddy even more upset?”

It takes all your strength to whisper, “No,” before you begin again.

Pleased, they return to their previous conversation, allowing you to twitch atop the cushion as you whine and cry out pathetically from the overstimulation.

Your poor, puffy clit is rubbed raw against the pillowcase yet even through the slight pain, you feel relief. Because this type of ache makes you excited. Makes you want to find reprieve and drives you toward the end. 

So it’s not too difficult to work yourself back up, now grinding against the floor as though you’re a rabid animal in heat.

Your legs are sore, knees bruising from the harsh sting of the carpet. But you don’t mind. You can see how proud Harry is of you, even if he’s not always watching.

This is your punishment. And if taking it like a good girl will make him happy, you will. Take anything he gives you.

The second one is slower to form and unravel but it’s still just as potent. It forces a shudder to roll down your spine as you moan lewdly and tremble from your spot on the ground.

Hoping that this will be enough and that he’ll have a bit of compassion on you, you glance up expectantly.

However, he simply runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

With a slight sink in your stomach, you press your palms into the floor and readjust your straddle.

It aches a lot more now. And it’s so bad, it’s good. Tears are quick to slip down your cheeks as you writhe and buck against the fabric, joints strained, and pussy abused. It's damp between your legs. And while the idea is invigorating, you don't know how much more your body can handle.

“Please,” you whisper, glancing up through the water in your lashes to plead with the man before you. “Hurts.”

“Does it?” he coos, frowning some but it’s incredibly condescending. “Does it hurt as bad as you lying to me?”

You shiver again, choking on a soft, pathetic whimper as you continue to gyrate along the edge of the material. “Daddy, please—”

“No.” It’s so simple, it makes your stomach flip. “Keep going.”

“Please—”

“Mama,” he warns lowly, and a fresh wave of arousal seems to rush between your thighs. “Begging won’t help you today. You’re gonna keep going until I tell you to stop.”

So with a pitiful cry, you continue your thrusts along the pillow, chest heaving from the deep breaths you’re attempting to take.

Harry watches you closer now. Perhaps to make sure you’re all right, and knowing that he’s still worried about you, even when he’s dominating you, is all you need.

You try to make the most of your punishment. Try to get yourself to the next one the way he wants. And it almost kills you, but you carry on. Lowering your shaky fingers toward your cunt as you scoot up to make room.

You circle them around your clit a time or two, indulging in the way it feels. It’s not as teasing as a pillow and it makes you clench in a desperate flutter as you begin to thrust against your hand.

“Uh-uh,” he suddenly calls, a low bark of disapproval. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?”

And you could practically disappear through the floor from the chasting tone of voice as you glance up. “Need to—”

“No,” he repeats, just as unrelenting. “Move your fucking hand.”

“Please—”

“I said no. Would you like to make this worse?”

And that’s the last thing you want. Because the look in his eye tells you he’d happily leave you untouched for weeks on end if that’s what it took to help you learn.

And you’d rather this pain than that.

With a mangled gasp, you pull your fingers from your soaking pussy and instead raise them to your chest. Needing to please him somehow, and he’s always been privy to your breasts.

You take hold of the low-hanging neckline on your tank top and rip it down until your left tit is revealed. Then, you squeeze it in your hand—tight. Groping the delicate flesh as you rut atop the pillow. Exactly the way he asked.

You vaguely catch the way both men shoot you smug looks of approval, endlessly entertained with this little display as you’re left to your humiliation on the ground by their feet.

So, you switch your focus. Linger on the tent in your boyfriend's pants as you picture how hard he must be about now.

You're pleased that this degrading act of remorse is turning him on. And you wish, more than anything, that he'd take out his cock and present it to you.

You'd suck him into your mouth eagerly. Flick him with your tongue before dragging it along the underside. He'd be heavy and warm between your lips. His fingers would bury into your hair as he forced himself down your throat, making you swallow around him.

And he'd groan through gritted teeth. Praise you the way he loves to do. Or maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he'd tell you how fucking pathetic you look with spit dribbling down your chin. Tell you that you can do better. That you need to be better to make him come.

The mere thought makes you stutter, sucking in a sharp inhale as you work your tit and cunt faster to the thought of him.

Always to the thought of him.

“That’s it,” Harry says, tossing both arms over the back of the sofa while his legs spread apart. “What a cute, pathetic little bunny, hm? Look at you, humping your poor pillow just to get some relief. Bet you like it, don’t you? Like showing us how desperate you are?”

You moan again as his words instantly and expertly work you back up that peak.

“Should I start calling you Bunny?” he continues, and Asher grins. “Are you my naughty Bunny, baby?”

Your eyes roll back, hips stuttering through the pace you’d begun to set as you cry a little harder and fight to keep going.

“Please,” you whisper, head shaking quickly. “Can’t…can’t do it—”

“Yes you can,” Harry corrects, a bit harder but still laced with encouragement. “Know you can, sugar. Come on—”

“No…no, hurts. Can’t—”

“Keep going,” he says. “Make us proud, Bunny. Don’t you wanna make Asher proud?”

And you can’t even look at the man in question because you’re so humiliated and so overcome with about ten different emotions. Instead, your focus finds the floor as you suck in a shaky breath.

“You’re all right, sweetheart,” you hear Asher offer, and it makes you whimper as you force your head up.

He’s smiling at you. It’s incredibly proud although still haughty, and it does something to this desperation you’ve already begun to succumb to.

“Go on,” he adds, and you drop to your elbows.

You become deranged. Yearning for this release more than anything in the world. 

You’re a blubbering mess, practically collapsed on the ground as you roll your hips at a swift pace.

“Please,” you whine again. “Need…can’t—”

“Shh,” Harry murmurs, now leaning forward as he rests his arms over his knees to peer down at you. “You’re okay. One more, Bunny, come on.”

This praise and encouragement are nice but not nearly as nice as the smell of him as he gets closer. You’d do anything to feel his hands on you. In any capacity. Do anything to have him hold you. Or kiss you. Or just make it better.

“Think of it as my face,” he adds, and you whimper just from the thought. “Know you love to ride my face, don’t you, mama? So go ahead. Ride that pillow like it’s me, yeah? Make me happy.”

It shouldn’t work so well, but it does. You can already picture the glistening of his chin. The puffiness of his lips, all swollen and red from how he’s licked you clean. The way he’ll pull your clit into his mouth by his teeth before releasing it. How he’ll scratch down your ass to keep you stuck to his tongue.

He’s always so good. So fucking good to you and the moment you imagine it…it hits you.

The noises you make are loud and incoherent, and you feel as though your body is being ripped apart by the cruel hands of the sadistic men before you. Despite the fact that they aren't even touching you.

You begin to weep dramatically the minute it subsides, which is only a second or two later, and instantly, Harry is dropping onto the floor in front of you.

“Okay, okay,” he whispers, quickly pulling you into his arms as Asher crouches as well to pull the pillow out from between your legs. Relieving you of the stimulation. “You’re okay, sweet girl. M’right here. You’re okay.”

He tucks your head under his chin as he strokes your back and cheek for comfort. And it’s so perfect. All you’ve ever wanted, but you can’t stop crying. Even if you aren’t inherently sad. 

You don’t know what you are.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you gasp, nose nuzzling into his shirt. Comforted by the warmth of his chest. “I’m sorry. Didn’t wanna make you angry. I’m so sorry—”

“Baby,” he exhales, holding onto you tighter. “I’m not angry. Promise. Could never be angry with you—”

“I hurt you,” you whimper, and you feel his breath catch. “I hurt you, Daddy. I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you. Was trying to be good. Trying to be patient—”

“Oh, my darling love,” he whispers, pulling you away from his body only so he can shower your face with kisses. “I know, baby, I know. You are so good to me. So patient, so kind. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Your fingers clutch onto his dark button-up as though he’s going to let you go. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t have to be sorry,” he hushes you, eyes flicking to Asher as they exchange a certain look before Harry is nodding once and Asher is standing to his feet. “It’s okay. It’s over, yeah? I’m here.”

You sniffle as you watch the other man go, lashes filling with water again. “Where’s he going? Did I make him mad?”

“Never,” Harry tells you, nuzzling his nose against your cheek and snaking his arms even tighter around your frame. “Never, mama. He’s just getting the bed ready.”

You look back, blinking some of the wetness away. “Oh? What for?”

“I wanna hold you,” he says simply, leaving another kiss to your bottom lip to help it stop quivering. “Haven’t gotten to hold you in forever. Just wanna sleep with you in my arms for a bit. Is that okay? Can Daddy do that?”

“Yes,” you say quickly, nodding. “Wanna make you happy.”

“You do, sugar,” he chuckles but it sounds sad. “Always make me happy. You’re my favorite fucking thing in the whole world.”

It’s exactly what you’d needed to hear, making you blush the entire way to the bedroom as both boys help you get settled under the covers. 

Harry instantly pulls you into his chest the moment the two of you have laid down, but before Asher can offer you your privacy…you’re thrusting a hand toward him.

“Stay,” you call quietly, lips pushing into a pout. 

He freezes in the doorway.

“Stay?” you repeat, eyes pleading with him. “Please?”

He looks toward his boss, who frowns a bit before nodding once, allowing him to return to the bed.

Asher is gentle as he takes a seat on your other side. Almost as if scared to cause a rift in the dynamic.

But you simply smile and hum as you nuzzle back into Harry’s embrace.

“There,” Harry smirks, keeping you close. “Better?”

“Better,” you whisper, already drifting off. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Always,” he whispers back, pressing his mouth to your forehead and keeping it there until you fall asleep.

And it’s better than any dream in the world. 

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[geordikisser]

jealous!redacted boys | suggestive

characters: david, milo, asher & sam :p

☆ a/n: any porter missers? miss porter. this was an excuse to write abt porter but might as well spoil my milo & david mooties who follow meee >_O!! part 2 later :33 ☆

context: someone is tryna spit some sweet shit to you as he steps away

david:

- david will never hesitate to let it be shown when he is feeling a type of way about someone who’s interacting with you. it’s in his blood to devote loyalty & possessiveness upon things he claims as his

- whether it’s intentional, it’ll show when he is feeling upset at someone who’s seemingly putting moves on you

- “is everything alright.” in the scariest voice you’ve ever heard from him

- david is a direct man but that directness doesn’t mean he’s directed in the right direction sometimes,, he isn’t to good with social cues with you. he’s stupid with love. smart with most! but love? eeeerm.

- he has a history with that too,, looks at jealous tsundere bf confronts you.

- he will become very touchy/clingy with you once he begins reading signs he doesn’t like. to hand holding or even thigh holding. he’ll rub your thigh with his finger gently or hold you closely by the waist and play with the bottom of your shirt. actions speak louder than words! i guess

- “clearly social cues aren’t your strong suit. fuck off, they aren’t interested.” as blunt as he’ll put it, in that same tone. he isn’t loud or aggressive. just direct and stern, he doesn’t want to cause a scene.

- after you two left from hanging out, david felt the urge to meet your lips with his as he dragged you in the house practically. you chuckle in between kisses as you put your hands on david’s chest. “you’re mine, you know that right, angel?” he asked in a low husky tone. you nod as you caress his cheek. “i love knowing you’re mine.” he growls lowly, his breath hitching as he said that.

milo:

- unlike david, he isn’t quiet. he’s loud about how he feels with you & other people who try to spit some shit with you

- “yo, who’s this?” mentality

- he will glare and give nasty looks from afar. until he realizes the whole shtick going on with you. he will make his entrance very grand and big,,

- “hey sweetheart!” he pulls you in and kisses you everywhere he can within public. “how’s my sweetheart?— oh? who’s this?” he’s petty with it i just know it

- if the punk doesn’t get the hint milo will get real serious. he will puff out his big boy chest and rip that person tryna hit on you to shreds. he’ll even bare his teeth a bit too ngl, he isn’t scared

- “listen here, punk. your little act for my sweetheart isn’t cute. quite frankly, you could use some tips. good thing i’m not a teacher. though, i could teach you some manners if you’d like. no means no, now scram.” in a low tone but if anyone walked by, they could hear.

- milo isn’t bashful, he knows what’s his and wants to keep it that way. he doesn’t need small hints and signs to show what’s his, he will scream it to the roof tops lmao. he’s a blunt and bold dude, no hesitation w him

asher:

- asher’s dumb. he has 0 tone reading skills & doesn’t understand most things. he won’t catch on until it gets physical or you show visible discomfort.

- he is more polite compared to his other friends. he’s a sweet boy, has 0 bad bones inside him. he’ll tell the punk to go off somewhere or tell them you’re taken to actually avoid conflict

- asher, despite his loud & unruly nature, prefers peace over violence such as that. he hates conflict, he isn’t a aggressive person at heart!! doesn’t mean he’s afraid to be aggressive he won’t hesitate to be violent, especially if it’s over you? he’s a extremely protective person.

- “hey, i know your intentions are pure but they’re taken! they have a boyfriend.” & whatever the other person has to say he’ll shut it down immediately, he doesn’t care for what they have to say. positive or negative, he doesn’t care.

- if the person persists (which they do most of the time due to asher’s kind personality ) he will get nasty about it. not crazy like milo or quiet like david, in between.

- “if i need to remind you again i will trust me! i ain’t scared of you.” he’ll be laughing as he says this, he’s to unserious,,

sam:

- sam is also very possessive. he know you can handle yourself but sometimes that side of him makes him want to handle that. he lives in a general dominant nature, sexual or not.

- sam will try to remain calm & trust you can handle it on your own, he is similar to david, doesn’t wish to make a big scene but he isn’t afraid to cause one. he can just teleport away if it gets overwhelming

- he will have similar mannerisms to milo, he will come in being touchy a bit and just glare at the person. his eyes will read a very distasteful message hoping the punk would take their leave understanding your disinterest.

- if not, he isn’t afraid of course to speak up

- “unless you got places to be tomorrow, i’d pick up the pace and swing on out of here.” in a low tone, his accent gets heavier the angrier he gets and the lower his voice is

- he would be very forward about it, he hates beating around the bush. these sort of interactions are quick and direct, he has an intimidating aura about him that make alot of humans turn away, that stomach churning feeling

- “i bet you had that handled sure.” he rolls his eyes as he peppers your neck in kisses. “you’re strong, i know.” he sighs as he nuzzles into the your neck. “but i love defending what’s mine.” he bares his lovable shit eating grin to you as you roll your eyes in response.

[pompyoly]

Redacted- Asher headcanons

Asher has a bunch of fidget toys and stims when he gets excited

Asher was one of those kids who was a charmer he’d often flirt with people and call himself a “ladies' man”

Asher has skin marks on his face that are lighter than his skin with freckles everywhere

Asher rambles when he gets nervous and often tries to laugh it off

Asher has a death stare

Asher likes it when Baabe holds his face, he doesn’t care what time of day it is he loves it when they touch any part of him

Sometimes when Asher zones out staring it’s terrifying even though it’s not intentional

Asher has selective smarts with his ADHD he never paid attention in school but always managed to get average grades(he was so happy when he got his first B on a test or assignment)

Asher would give Milo piggyback rides when they were younger

Asher would get into petty arguments with Tank and Milo(none of them would ever admit that they were wrong)

Asher would hold onto David’s bookbag when he was younger without realizing it

Asher always has something on him that reminds him of his family

Asher never takes off his ring. If he’s gonna end up getting dirty, he will MAKE SURE he doesn’t get dirt on it

Asher and Tank would play video games together on the weekends

Asher and Milo played together outside no matter the weather

Asher used to feel insecure about his marks when he was younger and wouldn’t tell anyone about it

Asher would get bullied about his marks and he pretended not to care even though he did

Asher has a snaggletooth that he used to be insecure about and Baabe always praises him for it saying that his smile is the best part of him

Asher rambled to David on the phone about his first date with Baabe and David had to call him multiple times to get him to calm down and

Asher had problems sleeping when he was younger and often passed out playing video games until he found out that he found the sound of the rain comforting

Asher likes the sound of the rain and would sit in front of the window or on the porch and watch it come down

Asher swore he had a six-pack and wouldn’t take no for an answer, but he didn’t end up getting some type of muscle until he was in high school

Asher could never sit still during pack meetings, often fidgeting with his fingers or clothes or even playing with Milo

Asher adored his sister growing up and would often sit in her room whenever she had sleepovers with her friends until she told him to get out

Asher was terrified for the first time in his life when David was holding him during the inversion, and he thought he was going to die not because he was scared of dying but because he was worried about David

Asher was diagnosed with anemia when he was younger and often ate ice whenever he could get his hands on it

Asher ate condiments by itself as a child he ate hot sauce, vinegar, ketchup, barbecue sauce, you name it, and he ate it not because he was hungry he just felt like it

Bonus- Asher can’t take pills for shit due to his gag reflex and often had his pills crushed up in his food without him knowing(he wouldn’t eat it if he knew it was in there)

[penncilkid]

Been thinking about my experiences as a POC within fandom while also being an artist and how much that sucks sometimes. This is primarily in regards to the Redacted fandom, but could be applied to any other fandom honestly.

Proper "fussing" under the cut (for those who would rather not see):

Sometimes, I really stop and think about what it must be like to be a white person in fandom, especially when you're an artist. To see yourself reflected in the spaces you exist in all the time. There are some exceptions to this, of course. For example, lack of body diversity is just as much of a problem in my opinion (Like fat people exist. Disabled people exist. Fat, disabled people exist. You can draw them, y'know? /rhet) But generally speaking, it's not difficult to find designs that probably look like you. There will be blondes, brunettes, redheads even— It's everywhere you look.

I don't think most people realize how isolating that ends up feeling though.

Because it's not just the fact that most of the art/designs you'll stumble upon won't resemble you. It's the fact that the prevalence dictates how everyone else interacts with fandom too.

Do you know how much it sucks seeing a post saying "So we all agree that Asher's blonde, right?" and knowing that most people are thinking of a white guy and nothing else?

Or noticing how Alexis, a generally "hated" character in the fandom, is the only vampire most people are willing to make visibly brown?

How about the fact that Gavin, the "thrilling" and "sexy" incubus, has so many black and brown designs— But I can count the non-white Lasko designs I've come across on my hand?

People can do whatever they want. I've said it before, and I'll continue to repeat it when I make these rambles. If you want to make every single design you have varying shades of white and never stray from that, that's your prerogative. But for the love of god, I wish I didn't feel like I was fucking crazy for talking about how much that shit sucks to see as a person of color.

On top of that, do you know how frustrating it is to watch white artists get praised for generic diversity when POC artists have been consistently bringing forth such compelling, stunning designs to table? Like I see the kind of shit that gets praised in this fandom and what doesn't. Racial ambiguity or the slightest addition of a curl gets treated like it's revolutionary— And that's only if it's the "correct" character. It has to "make sense", right? The same way Sam has to have sun-kissed, golden skin even after he's been turned, or the way Guy has to be white because there's no way someone with that personality could be anything but.

Do you know what it's like to be filled with such a sense of joy because someone made a design where a character had your skin tone or hair texture or facial feature? Like, I genuinely have a strong reaction whenever I find a black or brown design in this fandom because they're so rare in comparison to everything else. And when I really stop to think about that, I realize how fucked up of a phenomenon that is.

I love the designs that I've made, but I've also noticed which ones "do better" comparably. I don't change much of anything with how I go about posting or promoting them. The only difference is that some of them fit what is considered widely "canon" in fandom. And the others... don't. I go out of my way to make every design POC in some regard, and you can usually tell visually even without the addition of colors. I'm not gonna stop doing that because I know why I started in the first place. But fuck, it does start to hurt seeing white artists with the same general white designs get hyped up endlessly while I internally debate if I should even make another character look like me or not. If it'll even matter to anyone but me.

Some days, I just really wish it didn't feel like shit being black in this fandom. I hate knowing that I'm gonna post this, and I'll probably get responses for other people of color primarily.

But maybe putting this out will help that pill get easier to swallow.

[lynzishell]

The Past 💛 Atlas

Inside, the shop is full and alive with noise.

I follow as Lex leads Asher toward the kiosk. We each punch in our orders and then join the dozen-or-so people gathered at the counter scrolling on their phones or chatting amongst each other as they wait for orders to be filled by baristas expertly racing around each other in the narrow space on the other side.

Lex, trying to avoid the office for as long as possible, insists that we stay and enjoy our coffee here. Just as I’m about to point out that there are no empty tables available, a group gets up to leave, conveniently leaving three empty chairs for us. She dramatically runs over and sits down to claim the table before anyone else can and flashes me a triumphant smile for having won a competition that no one else knew they were in.

As Ash and I join her at the table, we pick the conversation up where we left off because, apparently, no one will ever let me live this down.

“Okay, but seriously, Wyatt? He’s kind of a creep, isn’t he?” Asher asks, making me sigh loudly.

“I mean, kind of, it’s looking that way. When I said he was cute, last season by the way, I didn’t realize I’d be answering to his character for the rest of the series.”

“Honestly, Ash is no better,” Lex tells me, “He’s into Bruno.”

“Bruno? And you’re giving me shit about Wyatt?”

Asher just shrugs, unaffected, “What? He’s tall, blonde, fit, what’s not to like?”

I scoff jokingly, “Now you’re just flirting with me,” and nudge his arm with my fingertips, the contact sending a spark up my arm and into my chest.

“You think pretty highly of yourself, don’t you?”

“Sometimes,” I smile and he winks at me again, forcing me to turn away.

“I will admit, you’re cute when you blush like that,” he says, sounding quite satisfied with himself.

“Anyway. Bruno though? Wyatt may be creepy, but Bruno is a psychopath.”

“No no no no, mark my words, by the end of the season Bruno will turn out to be a nice guy, and Wyatt will be revealed as the psychopath.”

“You really think so?”

“I’d listen to him,” Lex chimes in, “Ash is the most annoying person in the world to watch shows and movies with because he always predicts the ending and he’s never wrong.”

“If you say so.” I shake my head and take a sip of my coffee.

“I’m also predicting Bruno turns out to be gay," Asher adds, "but that might just be wishful thinking on my part.”

“You’re both idiots anyway. Everyone knows the ginger is the star of the show for a reason,” Lex flips her red curls over her shoulder.

“Well, yeah,” Asher tells her, “Everyone loves Oscar. That’s a given.”

“What about you, then,” I ask, “Who’s your favorite? Besides Oscar.”

She leans her head toward Asher and sighs dreamily as they say in unison, “Suzie.”

“Fair enough, can’t say anything bad about Suzie.”

“Exactly! I have better taste than the two of you combined!”

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🧡Somnium

[messenger-of-stupidity]

HELLO AND WELCOME TO THINGS MY FRIENDS HAVE SAID THAT I ASSIGN REDACTED CHARACTERS TO AHAHAHSJTJJCBDJ

"This is Dicklandia. To become a citizen, you must have a dick swinging contest."

"Or you could have a civics test like a normal fucking person"

- Guy and Honey, Asher and David, as well as Asher and Milo, Gavin and Damien

"Leave me alone, I am begging you."

"Yeah okay. In a minute. First, let me bribe you with this shiny penny and empty Starbucks cup. NOW PLEASE JUST LET ME DRIVE YOU HOME!"

- Damien and Huxley

"Look, just because a kink has to do with sexual gratification, I can still say my kink is making you smile but not be sexually attracted to you. You're thinking too deeply about this."

- Asher

"Well fuck me. I guess I can't just draw a triangle normally. Why am I even in this class?"

- Gavin, Freelancer

"Sometimes I think about being a piece of glass in the middle of the road. Unnoticed until I slice your tires."

- Freelancer, Lovely

"He's trying to find someone to fuck. Or he wants to play fetch."

- Angel, Guy, Gavin

"Imagine if I just stared at you while you were eating."

"Like you are right now?"

"I said to imagine. I didn't say to notice."

- Asher and David, Angel and David, Guy and Honey, Starlight and Avior

"I'm going to color Greece the color green."

"I hope you slip down the stairs when you go home."

- Asher and Milo (because in my brain, Milo has some Greek heritage.)

"What? We have a test on Wednesday? I'm staging a walkout. I'm not going through this shit again."

- Freelancer, Gavin

[milogreer]

so uhh this is gonna be scatterbrained. but i'm gonna ramble about milo and (what little info we have on) colm. sorry in advance if it doesn’t make sense i just had to exorcise this demon 🫡

i believe "camping with your alpha boyfriend (2021)" is the earliest mention of colm in an audio. obviously we don't actually know milo's side of things because it's told from david's POV, but we still get the mental image of little thirteen year old milo sitting shotgun in his dad's pickup as they drive to their camping spot. gabe's goofing around in the truck bed to make david and asher laugh, and colm joins in the fun by swerving the truck to mess with gabe. very basic dad thing to do, my dad's done the exact same thing to me and my siblings. it feels familiar and silly, and david frames it as a good memory, so it feels like a good memory. which is important to the point of this post

in "celebrating the new house (2022)," we get a little more colm lore:

My dad was forever blowing any cash he made on fucking bets and gambling and shit, chasing some fucking high. My mom was the only reason we didn’t end up out on the fucking street. He didn’t pull his head out of his ass and get some help until after I’d already moved out. So I never got to have that feeling of being in a house that was actually ours, ya know?

already this is a stark contrast to what we've previously heard of colm (i don't think there's any real mention of him between sept 2021 and dec 2022?) and it kinda makes me look at that old memory in a different light, especially with regards to david saying marie was "nagging [colm's] ear off about being irresponsible and a bad example." like. ykwim? like i'm just thinking about that interaction and wondering how far along those problems were at the time, if they were present at all. was this a normal, fun family outing? or would milo have rather been in the truck bed with david, asher, and gabe?

(and the fact that it wasn't until after milo moved out that colm tried getting any help?? i could make a whole other post speculating about milo struggling with wanting to move out of that environment ASAP vs not wanting to leave marie on her own to deal with colm)

so then i'm re-listening to "your werewolf boyfriend is worried about you" and having a visceral reaction to (re-)learning that colm was also an alcoholic:

But what he chose to do with that frustration and that feeling of powerlessness was not his job’s fault, those were his choices. He’s the one who decided to lose himself in booze and gambling and never being home. Never being there for the people he said he loved but apparently couldn’t stand to be around.

the last sentence especially is just an absolute heartbreaker because milo's, what, thirty now? and he's been dealing with this since he was a kid. clearly he's not on great terms with colm. the only times he ever talks about him is when he's shit talking the department. that is a crazy weight for someone to carry their whole life. i don't have experience with the gambling side but i do have an alcoholic family member who i used to be really close to as a kid but grew up to intensely resent as a result of his actions, so it hits a little close to home to see that reflected in milo

but i digress. umm. i bring up the camping story to highlight the most recent mention of colm from milo and how there were good times and sometimes maybe it hurts to remember them when the person involved devastated you as you grew up because they weren't what you thought they were. and how these things follow you through life and impact how you approach certain things. milo has to live with the fact that the same system that royally fucked colm is potentially going to do the same thing to the love of his life; i never drink more than one shot or half a beer, if i drink at all, and i don't like being around drunk people. even though we don't hear about colm very often, his influence is still there whenever milo has to deal with the department in any way

anyway i guess TLDR; imagine living the majority of your thirty years of life feeling like your dad couldn't stand to be around you because he was too busy drinking himself stupid and gambling away every penny he had as a way to deal with the strain that his job put on him. imagine having to witness your mom struggle constantly to keep you cared for. imagine the few good childhood memories you have with your dad being overshadowed by thinking he didn't love you or your mom enough to change. imagine watching the department run your soulmate into the dirt physically and mentally the same way it did your father and wanting to be supportive of them but also being so worried for them. it's a really interesting situation for him to be in and i enjoy it but it hurts me. the end

[kitheking]

toxic traits i think redacted characters have/used to have

david - gaslighting. he’s better now, but he was a professional. he would pull every trick in the book to make somebody feel like they were at fault for everything. the type of person to upset you, say “you’re overreacting” then deny the whole thing happened. angel fixed him.

asher - conflict avoidance. he hates fighting (especially in a relationship) so when things upset him, he addresses them in the most indirect way possible and ends up being passive aggressive. he usually apologizes tho.

milo - his toxic trait is that he doesn’t have any. (i actually couldn’t think of one for milo lmk if you have one) UPDATE: the only negative trait i can think of him having is that he can hold a grudge for the rest of his life if you let him (ty @frenchiefitzhere for this one) other than that he’s weirdly perfect?

lasko - dishonesty + conflict avoidance. like asher, he’s not big on conflict, but he often lies so people won’t get upset with him. ends up biting him in the ass tho.

damien - PETTY. omfg he can be the most childish person on earth. if you piss him off he’ll act out all of your pet peeves in the span of 3 minutes, disorganize things in your home, point out your insecurities, and he can and will go weeks without speaking to you.

huxley - toxic positivity. he isn’t always like this, but occasionally he’s the type of person to say “well, look on the bright side!” when you go to him to vent. sometimes he just makes people feel like their feelings aren’t valid.

gavin - we all know he’s arrogant. sometimes it’s just too much.

vincent - he’s overly competitive. he likes to be “the best” at everything and he’s a sore loser

aaron - he used to be judgmental and insanely critical. if he lets somebody do something for him, it’s never good enough. also the type of person to be like “um actually🤓” when you say literally anything.

sam - used to be super close minded and blames all the wrong people for things out of their control. if you saw fred and brights storyline you’d know

don’t even get me started on the listeners holy shit

[tarohonii]

eleceed guys on: texting their ex

Sucheon will not text under any circumstance. His pride and hurt won't let him, and also probably blocked your contact the moment things went sour. Suppresses everything- out of sight out of mind. He will agonize over it sometimes, like maybe asking why it ended the way it did, or a scathing remark, but in the end, he never will.

Duke? Don't make him laugh. Once you're done, you're done. Contact blocked, messages deleted, and you're all but non-existent in his head. Your house could be burning down, he'd hear there's a hit out for you, he's not texting you.

Jiwoo, the poor thing, is absolutely texting you back. Unless if it ended absolutely horrifically (like trying to murder him), beyond a romantic partner, he'd still want you to be by his side and would go to great lengths to keep it that way. Would be heartbroken if you stopped keeping in touch, actually.

Wooin won't respond at first over text. However, if you keep texting him, he'll eventually show up in person to confront you and talk to you face to face.

Jisuk is fighting literal demons not to text you. He has a whole album on his phone filled with memes and photos he wants to send to you, but he can't because that shit's embarrassing. He does give in pretty quickly though; especially if you text first.

Ian is likely the one to text first. Either does it because he's a.) bored and doing it for the plot or b.) misses you so bad he has no idea what to do with himself. Will text you a lot, but plays the games and responds only after leaving you on delivered for a whole day.

Asher is similar to Ian and Jisuk, but I can see him getting attached pretty easily, and doesn't text you just to fuck around. Misses you and wants to text you back, but his pride and hurt will override everything and likely won't end up texting them back.

Gahin can only last about 24 hours after seeing their ex's text before going ham in the responses. He's sending paragraph after paragraph, fluctuating between cussing them out for fumbling the best option they had, and demanding answers for why it ended the way they did. Very much a stream of consciousness and has shit to say.

[no-see-um-incorrect]

I’m in the mood for David. It feels like a David Shaw kind of day. Here’s some Davey and Angel headcannons  some sweet, some kinda sad.. maybe even spicy.

: after their first date, he went into work with the biggest smile Asher and Milo have seen on him since before his dad passed away. He obviously denied it. And didn’t tell them about angel until the relationship got serious 

: The first time they saw each other shirtless, they both kind of stopped for a minute, and just stared in aw of the other person 

: David will sometimes “thank the universe” for bringing them two together……little does he know he’s actually  thanking someone (💋 A forehead kiss to caelum)

: one time angel got into a small car accident. we’re talking nobody was hurt just minor damage to both cars. But the way David was acting you would think it was life-threatening. He could barely sleep. He would cling to angel for days after.  overall just in the panic zone.

: his D!ck is BIG 

: he has piercings he just doesn’t put them in, unless it’s a special occasion. Both for professionalism and so they don’t snag on things

: Asher called Angel “Pack Queen”(queen, being a gender neutral term in this case) and now on occasion, David will call Angel his queen (he kinda joking. kinda not)

: David likes to gently brag to angel, about how just his presence and name can scare the shit out of people. (take my poor Sam for example)

: angel will have David bend down acting like they’re trying to whisper something in his ear….. when in reality, they’re just trying to look down his shirt (get a peek at the man titties ya know)

: David sometimes gets nightmares about his dad’s accident  and when he wakes up, he’s in a bit of a panic and Angel helps him through it.

“I know baby… I know…”

“there’s nothing you could’ve done Davey”

“our brains make us spiral into 1 million hypotheticals. What we could’ve done, what we could’ve done differently. But…. it was out of your control”

: angel has spent months trying to talk David into getting a pet. But it all comes down to the same thing.

“would it be weird for a werewolf to adopt a dog?

“we’re not getting a dog angel”

“Milo‘s mate needed some help with something so I went over to their house and saw Milo‘s cat aggro….. he’s really sweet and fluffy…”

“angel if you want to get a cat, be my guest, but you’re not going to catch me cleaning its litter box”

Let’s just say they’re still working on an agreement 

: their contact names for each each other

😏Davey💙 & little snot💘 respectfully

: angel will send a suggestive light on clothing (wearing almost nothing but one of David’s hoodies) photo to David while he’s at work…….he knows he can’t leave work…… and so does Angel. So round five minutes later, Angel will get a text.

“You are so DONE When I get home”

: their favorite Disney movie to watch together is Hercules 

: when David was talking to the other pack members about their treatment of Milo. Angel had their ear up to the door. so if Milo doesn’t give sweetheart a play-by-play angel will.

That’s all for right now. Hope you guys enjoyed. Forgive me if there’s any typos, my glasses are STILL BROKEN 



[vind3miat0r]

random redacted headcanons time (theres a lot of them)

Darlin' let their friend (the one who got attacked by Quinn) do their makeup when they were both teens (Darlin' was the resident grunge/emo kid, and their friend was the preppy/y2k kid :3)

Obscura has scoliosis

Sweetie has an ostomy bag

Sweetie also has a very large dog named Lacey who can see The Caller

The Caller is a Stealth

Angel and Guy are siblings! :D

Adding onto that, Angel and Guy were both theatre kids, and they always did shows together

Angel doesnt have a filter, so theyre always saying unhinged shit. Baabe says unhinged shit too, but they do have a filter, so when they start yapping it sounds very out of pocket and very out of character (it scares Asher sometimes)

Milo and Sweetheart have had their neighborhood's HOA called on them multiple times for hanging pride flags from their house

Coworker and Kody are related (second cousins)

Obscura enjoys horror games, specifically Poppy Playtime and The Intruder. They also like Buckshot Roulette a lot

Treasure is THEE The Orion Experience fan. mf will not shut up about them (self-projection moment)

Porter likes tea. (before you say anything, hear me out) He specifically likes yaupon green tea and chamomile tea. The british tea jokes do get old, and hes had to restrain himself from strangling Vincent and Alexis multiple times before

The listener from the infamous April Fools audio actually had informed unempowered status🧍

Warden is a qualified professional therapist and teacher for children with special needs, specialised in autism. They also enjoy knitting things for their charges

Starlight has four planaria worms that they keep in a jar on their desk (they ominously refer to them as their sons)

Doc has a kitty. just a lil guy. doesnt know what a politic is, doesnt want to know what a politic is. just wants to be lil. Hush likes him a lot.

Angel has a pet preying mantis that they have somehow kept alive for two years

Coworker and Honey know each other because they frequent the same cafe (said cafe is the one thats owned by Obscura)

Freelancer can will and has bodied Gavin onto the sofa out of spite (early relationship) (they were dehydrated and sleep deprived)

Cutie's father is a professional hair stylist and taught them how to do hair. They also learned (of their own accord) how to take care of and style Black hair

Sweetheart is a Satanist (they gave Milo The Look at his "as above, so below" comment)

Asher regularly walks into a room only to stare at a wall, turn back around, and exit the room (ik that people do this occasionally, but he does it on a daily basis)

Sometimes, Freelancer will experience the worst stinging shoulder blade pain known to man (due to spinal fusion surgery). Gavin always panics when this happens, cuz he'll be in another room and all of a sudden feel a wave of agony go through Freelancer, paired with an anguished "AUGH MY SHOULDER BLADES" (this is based on personal experience btw)

[aimedis]

redacted characters as things in my journal 🎀

relatively big tw - there's like vague to explicit mentions of su!cid3 and heavily implied mental self-esteem struggles in this one (i'm alright at the moment, promise) so if that's triggering to you, don't read. this is kinda heavy and maybe disturbing to read to some people i think.

i decided to do this because i though it was kinda fun and cool to like analyse my stuff and the characters a little bit. sorry if this offends anyone ig? idk 😭 i'll be back with the more lighthearted stuff in a couple days okay let's go ->

darlin: "my feelings aren't in my control most of the time. i don't know why i feel this way."

angel before they broke up with micheal: "i think is funny (but i also feel bad) that he's always talking about "getting married" and "forever" when i have a break up letter sitting in my notes."

freelancer: lyrics to "making the bed - olivia rodirgo"

darlin: "i don't wanna talk about him anymore."

damien: "i just want my mom. and i wish i could go up to her just bawling my fucking eyes out like i'm five-years-old without feeling like a fucking failure but i can't... i've survived long enough and i can do it some more."

darlin before sam: "and a part of me will always miss what once was or could have been. but i know they will never be long term, permanent, or reality. i wasn't created to have a happy ending... but i'm okay with this. it makes it easier to slip away and disappear."

cutie: i don't know what so say really. i just feel empty and alone often. i feel out of place. i feel like everything i do is humiliating or straight up wrong. i don't know what's wrong with me."

gavin: "try as i might, i still feel like i am not in my body. living vicariously... through myself?"

baabe: "i should know. my dad didn't want me enough to stay."

lasko: "man what a fucking baby. stop crying over shit that hasn't even happened."

damien before huxley: "i wish i was dead. do you think if [mom] knew she'd wish that too?" (knew that he was gay)

lovely: lyrics to "strangers - ethel cain"

darlin: "i hope it's not my fault when it's all over. i want one thing to not be my fault. but it probably will be."

angel: "why am i crying. again. over and over and over again. it's all i ever do. cry about this or cry about that."

milo post-inversion: "this hurts a lot more than i thought. the thought of feeling like this forever? it sucks."

freelancer: "fucking kill me. i can't breathe."

sam: "is it wrong to think i don't deserve this or that it's not my fault?"

lasko: "it feels like i'm always apologizing."

david: "it really hurts when i need to talk to [him] so bad but i can't."

huxley post-inversion/xavier's death: "is it just always going to feel like this? holy shit this hurts."

damien: "i'm sorry, mom, i'm sorry."

vincent: "the real me? i don't know who that is anymore."

angel: "one more or one less, nobody's worried. my tummy hurts."

darlin before sam: "i don't plan on feeling like this again. i don't plan on "being in love" ever again. as if i know what that feels like... it makes me feel like shit all the time."

cutie: "after this, i'll go back to being alone. like god intended."

asset: "it's kind of sad how i don't even feel like a person sometimes."

lovely: "every so often it hurts so much i think it's gonna rip me apart from the inside."

asher post-inversion: "and it's like, sometimes it straight up feels like i'm gonna die in that moment."

sweetheart: "my greatest sin to men was being a child."

damien: lyrics to "forwards beckon rebound - adrianne lenker"

[zen-senn]

Headcanon time!!

This is gonna be a lot of words

Honey is Filipino and they start speaking in tagalog/other dialect randomly, either by accident or they jst wnna be annoying and guy would pout and whine because he can't understand them

Serenading between the two, honey just singing romantic songs to guy (fallen, pasylio, mabagal, buwan, hawak kamay, ligaya to name a few)

Honey is a medical technologist

Guy roped honey into dnd and now honey is hyper fixated on it and will have a full on discussion about their dnd characters with guy

Asher and Honey are cousins

Guy took a pic of Ash when he was in wolf form and showed it to honey for proof that the dog was huge, and honey just internally went, "I knew that the 'dog' would be a shifter but I didn't think that it would be my cousin"

Darlin and Honey are gym buddies, they exchange tips

Darlin once brought honey to a pack meeting ever since they found out honey is empowered and Asher was pretty much shocked honey was there

Asher texts and talks to Honey in Tagalog and when the other pact members hear him they always get reminded that Ash is poc and not a caucasian man (courtesy that he's light-skinned and is an aircon kid (also thanks to that one tiktoker))

Milo first thought that Ash was Hispanic when he first heard him speak tagalog

Baabe likes it when Ash speaks in tagalog (:I like your accent✨️✨️)

Ash has kanal humor and the jokes never land, he'd most likely have a mixture of aircon and kanal humor

Honey does not care for the empowered society, and tries to avoid it as much as they can despite half of their bloodline being empowered (they kinda hate the empowered society because of family problems)

Sam and darlin are so comfortable with one another that they're the only ones to touch scars/parts of their bodies that make them feel vulnerable

Sam peppers kisses on tanks scars

Sam once met Honey and was like "You never told me you had a siblin" since they were almost similar

Darlin teases Sam so much about his title and even kept bringing it up to annoy the shit out of him

Just Sam being so different from quinn that darlin sometimes would not know how to react to Sam's advances and would just be still and confused

A part of darlin misses Quinn to the point that they want to go back to their copings just to get rid of that part of theirs, to just forget

Angel and guy aren't related but consider each other as siblings from another mother

David has heard of guy so much and has seen him before that he really thinks they're siblings and Angels just fucking with him when they say they arent

David loves Angels morning voice so much

When David and angel cuddle, Davids whole body wraps around Angel like a blanket (blanket burrito but the blanket is David)

Angel would sometimes workout with David and David doesn't know if he can keep going, he's weak when he sees Angel workout

Angel sings in a high-pitched tone every morning that it's pretty David's alarm (he throws a pillow at angel)

Angel went to a Catholic school before and was part of the choir

Just wanted to put this out