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beautifulblooms · 6 months

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A Lord Brought to His Knees - Karl Heisenberg x Male Reader SMUT

So I may have more things to pull out of my hell that is google drive, anyways, enjoy this shit show, not actually proofread btw, this hasn’t been touched in at least a good couple years, so once again first person pov might be shitty.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Let’s just start off with how Karl ended up in this situation, he decided to be a bitch for much longer than he should’ve been. You were both called to a meeting held by Mother Miranda and of course, Karl wanted to try and tease you. Wrong day, wrong time, things were already going haywire because of some mishaps in the factory that day. One of the dead bodies that had been experimented on got out of its little holding area and started causing havoc. This led to a very upset you, a few broken tables and doors, and one very dead experiment. So when Karl decided to tease you at the meeting by brushing up against your crotch several times, even palming you through your pants once or twice, you knew that tonight he would get his punishment. And that he wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. Exiting the chapel you grabbed Karl’s wrist and began pulling him to your shared sector of the Romanian countryside you lived in.

“Woah, what's with the rush doll? We’ve got plenty of time to get back to the factory before dark, besides none of the lycans would dare touch either of us.” Karl said trying to A. figure out what pissed you off and B. calm you down a bit.

“Oh trust me, I’m well aware of that, but you on the other hand should be worrying about what’s going to happen as soon as we make it back to that factory. Now walk faster.” There was nothing but anger and bitterness dripping from your words as the walking pace you set became faster. Karl realized he might’ve pushed you too far and now he would have to deal with the outcome, he could handle it, right? Spoiler alert, no he couldn’t. Upon reaching the factory and opening the main doors, you dragged Karl inside and slammed the door shut. “You have exactly five minutes to get your ass up to our room, strip naked, and lay yourself out on that bed before I come up there and give you what you deserve.”

There was nothing but anger and lust in your voice as you gave him very clear instructions about what you expected of him. Karl soon hightailed it up the stairs, taking off his hat, coat, and glasses on the way up. Opening the door to your shared room he began stripping the rest of his clothes, his boots and socks followed by his belt and necklace. Quickly pulling off his shirt and pants along with his underwear he jumped onto the bed, laying himself out like you instructed. You, on the other hand, took your sweet time to get the ropes you had been saving, nylon ropes so they wouldn’t hurt his wrists and ankles too badly and walked up to the bedroom where a naked Karl awaited you.

Walking through the still-open door you looked to the right to see Karl on the bed, sprawled out with a hard-on. A smirk came over your lips, happy he so easily followed directions given how bratty he was earlier. Placing the ropes on the bedside, you began to strip yourself, slowly of course to tease Karl. Once you were down to nothing but your boxers you grabbed the first bundle of the nylon rope, unraveling it to tie up his ankles.

“You my dear have been very obnoxious today, and because of that,” you tied his left ankle to the bedpost, “you will be at my will for the next several hours.” Finishing off his right ankle you moved back to the nightstand to grab the next bundle before repeating a similar process with his wrists at the top of the bed.

“C’mon I didn’t tease you that much I mean it didn’t even look like ya got hard from it.” Karl’s words were shaky, trying to reason with a very angry and horny you was not going well for him, nor would it go well over the rest of the evening.

“I don’t want to hear it, you pushed it too far on a really shitty day and now, here’s the consequences.” A twisted smile replaced your previous expression, finally getting to remind Karl that when he teases there are in fact things you can and will do as retaliation. Finishing up his wrists, you stood back and moved to the end of the bed, staring down at the lovely sight. The powerful Lord Heisenberg tied to his bed with a raging boner almost begging to be touched at all. Walking back over to the nightstand you open the drawer on the bottom, pulling out a black gift box, this is where Karl starts to regret what he did. Once open, all the lovely little toys and things you could ever want to use on Karl were inside vibrators, fleshlights, plugs, dildos, cock rings, and even a cock cage, to say you had the strangest order history from the Duke was an understatement.

Looking down at your options, you pulled out one of the vibrators that you could strap around his dick and one of the larger plugs. Placing the box by his feet you crawl onto the bed and straddle his chest to face his dick, strapping the vibrator around his cock and turning it on pretty high he began to jerk his hips up at the mild touch from you, and extreme stimulation he was now experiencing.

“Oh fuck me, why so god damned high?” Karl was groaning and forced some words out in protest of your actions.

“I will just give it a while, and it’s turned up so high because I said so.” There was a bittersweet tone to your voice, happy with how he was taking the punishment. Moving off his chest, you turned around and shuffled between his legs, now grabbing the plug you pulled out. “This will stand in for me for a little bit, so get comfy.” You smiled sickly at him, the face he made was enjoyable to you given what you were currently doing. Pushing the plug to his rim, you started slowly feeding it into his hole, moans left the lord below you. Finally bottoming out the plug, you began to thrust it in and out of him gently, trying to make this enjoyable for him for the short period you were touching him. Thrusting it in one last time, you let go of the glass plug that now sat inside of him, a small noise of distaste left his mouth when you stepped off the bed and moved to the desk chair on the other side of the room, in perfect view of the bed.

“So are you just going to watch me deal with all of this from over there?” Karl was upset that you weren’t touching him, his words still shaky, and struggled as the vibrator continued its job.

“Yeah, I am, I might just read a few chapters of a book while I’m at it.” Another sickly sweet smile was sent in his direction while you grabbed the book off the desk to your left, opening it to where you had read last. However, Karl was rather determined to get you to touch him, moaning, groaning, and whining too loud for you to focus on the words written on the page.

“Please just come touch me, anything, please, I’m sorry, ple-” Karl’s sentence was quickly cut off by his first orgasm of the night, you were honestly surprised it took this long considering you had put the vibrator on nearly 5 minutes ago.

“I thought I made myself very clear that I was going to let you deal with all that for a while before I did anything, this is your punishment remember?” Without even looking up from the book you tried to remind him once more that he was in the dog house for the shit he pulled earlier. Trying to once again focus on the novel in your hands you took a deep breath and started reading. The sounds of Karl’s moans and whines were pleasant background noise at this point, you were now able to tune them out to some degree, but still keep track of how many orgasms he was having.

Finishing off the 20th page of that evening, you looked over at Karl for the first time since you sat down. His face was covered in tears, spit dribbled down his chin and mixed into his beard as his abdomen and thighs were drenched in his own cum. The sight could make anyone turned on, but knowing that this happened because of you made it even better. Accepting that his five orgasms were enough without your help, you grabbed the bookmark and placed it between the pages, closing and setting down the book on the desk before standing up. Walking to the end of the bed you smiled at Karl.

“How do you feel baby?” Your mind was still set on making sure he knew better than trying to tease you in front of everyone again.

“Please just fucking touch me, it hurts please, I’m sorry I won’t do it again just *groan* touch me” Satisfied with the response you got, you crawled onto the bed, sitting between his legs as you turned off the vibrator and took it off, his cock red and angry, still hard as could be even with cumming five times. Leaning up to his face, you kissed him as a reward for putting up with this for so long. He could’ve just used the safeword after the first few orgasms but he stuck through it like a good little puppy.

“You wanna be touched huh? Who do you want to touch you, who makes you feel the best?” There was still something in you that knew he wasn’t quite broken to where you wanted him, persistent to get him to whine and beg for your dick a little more.

“You, I want you to touch me please, you’re the only one that makes me feel good, please just fuck me, fuck me (y/n)” There it was, that’s all you needed to hear to make you pull the plug out of his ass. Standing up to pull your boxers off, you reached over to the nightstand once more to grab the bottle of lube you kept in the top drawer. Popping the cap off, squirting some of the cold viscous liquid into your palm before rubbing some on your cock, now fully erect at the sight of the fearsome Lord Heisenberg broken to almost nothing. Getting back onto the bed, you sat between his spread thighs, moving one of your fingers that still had lube on it to his ass and pushing it in slowly. His moans were like music to your ears, curling the finger you had inside him you quickly put in a second and started to scissor them.

“Just put it in already, I’ve been sitting with that plug up my ass for an hour, I’m more than stretched.” His bitter attitude was making you wish you had left him for another hour.

“I will fuck you when I want to fuck you, and you will be patient.” You should’ve known that he would backmouth you as soon as you started to touch him. Continuing with your stretching you shove a third finger in and continue to scissor him. The only noises in the room were the squelching of his lubed hole and his moans. Pleased with how stretched he was you pulled your fingers out and jacked yourself off a few times before pressing the tip to his ass. Finally pushing into him, you slowly continued inch by inch, his hole almost sucking in more of your dick each time you pushed in more. Bottoming out you just let the both of you sit there for a minute, letting Karl get used to feeling full and you get used to his walls squeezing your cock.

Pulling all the way out to the tip of your cock, you slammed back into his hole setting a brutal pace, only chasing your own pleasure at this point. Pounding his prostate his moans jump a pitch as he grabs at the ropes binding his wrists to the bedposts wishing he could do nothing more than rake his nails down your back.

“Let me touch you, I want to hold you, (y/n) please” Karl’s composure was starting to fully crumble, and you smiled at his begging. You were not about to let him possibly overpower you by letting his arms free so you pulled out of him and moved down the bed. He whined as you left his hole, not happy that his pleasure had ended, no matter how painful it was. Untying his ankles very quickly, you moved between his thighs again and pushed into him setting your pace back to what it was.

“Y-ou bastar-“A moan cut off Karl’s words as you rammed into his prostate, changing your angle to make sure you hit every time now.

“Be careful with your words pup, they might just be your ruin.” There were a couple of breaks in your sentence as low groans left your throat. Karl’s walls clenched around your cock as he came once more, seeing him cum only spurred you on more to keep pounding into him. “God you look so hot like this, covered in your own cum while I fuck you dumb.”

Karl could only reply with whines, not able to formulate words with how fast your hips pistoned into his. He was starting to break down to where you wanted him, finally. Not slowing down at all you continued to ram your cock head into his prostate, he needed to cum at least two more times before you were satisfied with his punishment. After a few more thrusts into him, he started to clench around you. The added pressure to your cock made you cum into him, but he wasn’t getting away just yet.

Continuing the brutal assault on Karl’s prostate, your thrusts didn’t slow down, you barely felt any overstimulation at all. His whines and pleas to slow down were music to your ears as Karl looked up at you with teary eyes and puffy cheeks.

“Does puppy like my cock pounding his hole?” The taunting only brought more whines, poor thing couldn’t make any actual words anymore. “C’mon I don’t like being ignored, give me an answer pup.”

“Y- *hic* ye-ess” managing to get but the one word out was hard enough for the lord, with his overstimulated body and throat raw from moaning. Karl’s orgasm came quickly with each pound of your hips onto his, the knot in his stomach grew tighter and tighter before he came. Well, not really. He orgasmed, but it was dry, nothing but his stiff cock sitting there and a blissed-out look on his face.

“Just one more baby, I know you can do it for me.” Your tone started to show more kindness, and I'm happy that Karl put up with so much of this already. Folding his legs at the knee, you threw them over your shoulder, locking Karl into a mating press. Somehow you managed to only get faster in this position as your cock head drove even deeper into your lover's ass. A few minutes later Karl had yet another dry orgasm while you finished chasing your second, filling him to the brim. You let Karl’s legs go from their position but didn’t quite leave him just yet. The moment you took to catch your breath, you also used to lean up to the smaller male's wrists and untie them from their bonds.

The lord was too weak now to do anything but lay limply on the bed, legs still loosely wrapped around you. Pulling out you groaned from the wave of pain and overstimulation that hit you, only able to imagine how Karl would be feeling in the next few hours. You climbed off the bed and headed to the connected bathroom, knowing you couldn’t lift Karl up, and that he definitely couldn’t walk you settled on wetting a rag and heading back to him.

“Hey baby, do you need anything? Some water or Tylenol?” there was nothing but love and pure contentment in your voice as you began to wipe Karl’s chest, thighs, and face down with the rag.

“Mmhm” so weak from the rough treatment he couldn’t even express more than a groan of approval.

“Alright, I’ll get you some water” Leaving a kiss on his head, you snagged your boxers off the floor near the desk and slipped them on, headed down the hall to the kitchen to grab one of Karl’s mugs. Easier to hold a mug than a glass in his condition. Then rummaging through one of the cabinets you found the Tylenol, pouring two into your palm you headed back to the bedroom. Karl hadn’t moved an inch from where he was when you left the room. “Here, sit up a little.” Placing the pills and water on the nightstand you helped to move him up slightly with a couple of pillows behind his back.

Giving him everything he needed you sat down next to him, running a hand over his thigh.

“Remind me not to piss you off again” A small chuckle from you followed his statement.

“Oh baby, I could remind you time and time again but you wouldn’t listen, we both know you’re too stubborn for that.” You leaned up to lightly kiss him on the lips. It was already past dusk, and he decided it best to simply lay in bed and sleep until morning, not like he was going to be up early like normal.

“You sure you’re okay? I didn’t go too hard on you?” Trying to see what level of care he would need in the morning you asked him a couple of questions.

“If you went too hard I would’ve said the damn safe word, now get over here and cuddle me.” His demand was cute, but you followed it nonetheless, not wishing to be anywhere else in the world at that moment.

“I love you my dear Lord Heisenberg.”

“I love you too Lord (L/N)”

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amigac0debasic13 · 5 months

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inhaling so heavily so so heavily,, hey guys its me im back. ninjago. This is just a huge rant about me HATING how trauma is handled in this show. ignore this if you do not want to see my HORRORS.

WHY. IS TRAUMA NOT A FUCKING THING IN THIS STUPID ASS SHOW. Im on another rewatch because im FUCKING INSANE but it drives me actually mad that there are so many downright horrific things that happen to these characters that are just NEVER addressed. lets talkabout the fucking first one that caught my eye when I was first watching the show!!! Im basically going from least infuriating to most infuriating, im trying to cut this show some slack but dear god. !!WHY IS COLE OKAY MAN. HE LITERALLY DIEEED. HE TURNED INTO A GHOST. listen Iknow ninjago death means nothing, and im going to talk about that too but he literally could have ceased to exist if he so much as touched water. after he got his body back, why was this never FUCKING mentioned. I think. if I was in a perpetual state of being horrified my existence would amount to nothing and id just stop BEING when I touched some clear shit coming out of my sink id be pretty scarred for life. I loved possession man, but this happened to TWO CHARACTERS. TWOOO. AND THE OTHER CHARACTER IS LLOYD. lets not even MENTION that hes been exploited the moment everyone found out he was a green ninja, and before that a bunch of grown ass people were bullying a CHILD WHO IS ACTUALLY HOMELESS, lets talk about how his fucking body was taken over by Morro while he ALSO worries about his DAD BEING STUCK IN THE FUCKING UNDERWORLD. IM LOSING IT. IM LOSSINGG ITT. On a smaller note, MISAKO ABANDONED LLOYD. KILL HER. I am the hashtag misako hater garmadon deserves better. The show made no attempt for them to bond or try to make amends for what happened when Lloyd was a kid, she barely appears at all really and it just makes me fucking despise her. ALSO MORRO. this kid. reminding you, CHILD, fucking died in a cave. the cave we SAW in the pilot, if i remember right which is FUCKING INSANE>,,?? we SEE HIS SKELETON. THAT IS A CHILDS SKELETON. never mentioned again after episode 8 I don't think. now the MEAT. THE MEATT. whatever the FUCK went on with garmadon after he got resurrected. They actually did cover this a bit with how Lloyd acted around garmadon, but crystalized also sucked ass and really gave us nothing on how Garmadon felt about this. on god im so sick that hes so normal shaped in crystalized too, He was literally growling with every breath in sons of garmadon why is he normal now. Its been years, i get it. also the Garmadon comic. but he SHOULDNT be a normal person whos just an asshole, I want him to be feral okay?? ok??? I am playfully gesturing to Devils Horns by TeuthidaRegina (did i spell that right. idk man. Its a super fucking good fanfic.)

ALSO Vinnys apartment is very inaccurate there should be scratch marks on the walls and then they should kiss. ANYWAYS Besides this, Lloyd being mad at Garmadon was really all we got for how *he* was effected by his once loving father now randomly coming back with his ribs exposed and only being able to say like. 3 words. and also him immediately trying to kill Lloyd. I feel like we should have gotten a LOT more man. Now this isn't really a problem with the show (Its a huge problem in crystalized but that's a given) but more a problem with the fandom, so that's why I'm putting it at the end. this does not hold relevancy over garmadon becoming a BEAST. (also garmadon becoming a beast is the best thing that ever happened in this show btw. you all are wrong and he should have been animalistic from the beginning. still nice. but he should have also growled. all the time.) My issue is with how people portray harumi. I already had my Harumi spout in a post I made earlier, but I only mentioned the toxicity of the ship with her and Lloyd a little bit. Let us THINK BACK on how she literally feels nothing for Lloyd at all. He was a stepping stone in getting Garmadon back, and she probably straight up hates him. She pretends to like him to manipulate him into helping her resurrect garmadon ok?? do we understand?? Ive seen actual tags on AO3 that say "no harumi hate here" and I am so done. all the harumi hate. dont FUCKING talk to me if you want to justify the downright horrendous things shes done. That ship is toxic as hell and Lloyd is downright being abused AGAIN for like the FIVE BILLIONTH TIME IN HIS LIFE. I dont care man. shes an abusive bitch. i HATE HER. Crystalized made the worst fucking decision trying to justify her and I genuinely hate whoever thought that was a good and right decision to make. If she comes back in dragons rising i hope she dies AGAIN, but Im honestly rooting for them to ignore crystalized's existence. Now finally, this is the absolute peak of how Ninjago shittily handles trauma. the ICE EMPEROR. Zane was stuck in a fucking hellscape of a realm for like. what was it. EIGHTY YEARS??? he went fucking mad man, he turned into a bloodthirsty tyrant during that time. and when this seasons conflict was fixed with the "power of friendship" the show literally mentions that the ice emperor is STILL INSIDE ZANES NOGGIN. AND WHAT DOTHEY DOO?? THEY MAKE IT INTO A FUCKING JOKE. its honestly almost disgusting to me how they handled it, Zane has DIED BEFORE. that's bad. he should have trauma. BUT Zane LITERALLY HAS A BLOODTHIRSTY KILLER IN HIS FUCKING HEAD. DO NOT JOKE ABOUT THIS SHIT. ACTUALLY. HE SHOULD HAVE SOME RELUCTANCE TO USING HIS POWERS OR SOMETHING, ANYTHING MAN. HE KILLLED AN ENTIRE RACEE. Genuinely this is one of my favorite shows, and I love adding onto the shaky ass plot and making it better, but I cannot DEAL with this. Im going to throw in the shit that happened in the spinjitzu brothers book, because oh my god Wu and Garmadon should be fucked up with all the stuff they have had to deal with for like. 5 thousand years. but its fine. its okay. its the book series. I wont mention it. (that book series is so good please release the final book please) ((I LOVE wu and garmadon they are some of my favorite characters in the ENTIRE series im blinking my eyes at you. please go indepth on those two. also give Wu a dragon form, or an Oni form, or literally anything he IS NOT HUMAN.) Also if anyone tells me im ignoring skybound its because I do not need to say anything about skybound. we all know what happened. we ALLL know what the fuck they did to Nya. and fucking. mister possibly a pedo creep man who does not care about consent. I dont even remember his name thats how bad I hate him .

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dunadaan · 2 years

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uuuuuguguhhhh i hit the biggest snag in my grey company fic yet, which i KNEW would be a big headache but not this big.

i love the lotr films and the books but i like the films a little more- there’s a lot more breathing room and things are slowed tf down. The books are almost non stop action and travel (except when they rest for a month or two lol), and then as soon as they leave lorien they literally never stop moving and it is SUCH a big pain in the ass. (more under the cut if anyone wants to hear the ramblings of a mad woman)

in the books, pippin looks into the palantir, finds out about MT. they all ride like fucking mad men, but gandalf takes pippin to MT, theoden and GC retreat to helms deep. aragorn looks into palantir at helms deep and sees the black ships, and realizes elronds words- they have 10 days before MT falls maybe. theoden leaves first, to arrive at edoras ---> dunharrow but takes the “mountain paths”. aragorn and co and GC leave at dawn. “and while theoden went by slow paths in the hills, the Grey Company passed swiftly over the plain, and on the next day in the afternoon they came to Edoras, and there they halted only briefly, ere they passed up the valley, and so came to Dunharrow as darkness fell.” (ROTK 765) everyone pretty much knows what theyre doing, and gets it done without waiting. aragorn gets to dunharrow first, goes through paths, theoden arrives like a day or two later or smth im too lazy to delve further.

in the films though the palantir scene is delayed until after the return to Edoras with everyone and they even get a party! yay! the GC deserve a good party! especially after the shit theyve just been through lol. so the morning after pippin gets fried by the palantir, gandalf has a little meeting to tell everyone what happened. also the whole bit with Theoden being like uhm...what do we owe gondor...bitch! idk if i’d keep cuz it’s just so ooc but i get why they have it for the films they need that conflict and delay. but anyways, gandalf tells aragorn about the ships, presumably from what pippin told him about what he saw in the palantir, rather than aragorn looking into it himself. or maybe the brief moment he touched it aragorn did see it but w/e. anyways. but he doesnt tell him about the paths, elrond does (elrond is 100% cut sorry lol)

so like everyone has to sit on their ass in edoras while waiting for the beacons after Gandalf gets there (which btw fucks up my timeline so severely i’m wondering if i shouldn’t even bother with my calendar anymore bc i want the film pace in the beginning, shit NEEDS to slow down and they need a fucking break!!!!!! the GC asses are sore!!). the issue is this-- Aragorn knows he must “follow the river and look for the black ships” but not how. They all stay in Edoras sitting and farting and they all go together to Dunharrow once the beacons are lit, rather than separately. And then Elrond comes (don’t even get me STARTED on this scene i love elrond but it makes NO SENSE!!) and tells him hey. use the ghosts. not the women that could probably fight if anyone gave them a chance lol. and THATS what spurs aragorn to go through. and then legolas spouts the prophecy of malbeth which excuse me, why does he know, mirkwood bumpkin.

so now I have this dilemma of information- it’s a matter of when its given, not the information itself. The Grey Company’s whole purpose is A. to aid Aragorn in the hour of his need, at his own (subconscious) behest, and B. bring the words of Elrond to him: Bid Aragorn remember the words of the seer, and the Paths of the Dead. Why would Aragorn and the GC pause at Edoras to party if they know to go that way? If they’re back at Edoras, they don’t know that MT is the next target because Pippin only looks then, not when they’re just outside the Fords of Isen. So are the words nonsensical until they learn from the palantir? I would say maybe they don’t know quite yet where the paths are, but Aragorn in the books definitely happens to know, and in the films he stumbles on it by going with Theoden. I dont think Aragorn could rest much if he knew the words of GC, he’d be mulling them over for a while and then just leave w/o Theoden like he does in the books to get there faster once he did know....maybe we can pretend the info was lost, or Aragorn doesnt mention it until they get to dunharrow to theoden...? who tf knows. its 2am though and my brain is mush and my desk is strewn with maps and timelines and the books so. perhaps a thought for tomorrow

#the big grey company fic #im literally just thinking out loud sorry it helps me brainstorm solutions #im sure there is a way to solve this but rn my brain is like melting #and anyways my whole outline is literally me having multiple diverging solutions #listing them all and then not choosing one and just continuing on LOL #cuz its better to get it all down for the extremely rough outline of events and then go back/make a new doc when ive narrowed stuff down #blending the books and the films is really hard ok i get why they cut the grey company and it makes sense and was for the best #but i dont forgive them for it...

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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six sexy words | lip gallagher ; wondering what your kiss feels like.

Notes:

Oh hello, hi. Guess whose inspiration has finally come back from the war? A while back, I was linked this really neat prompt list by a dear friend of mine and it.. Sparked a few things. So... I guess this is me, starting a new one shots collection?

All of these come from my own mind and I don't take requests for one shots / prompts, btw.

Prompts:

taken from either [ here ] or [ here ] give or take. It could be one or the other or a mix of both at my own choosing.

wondering what your kiss tastes like, be careful what you ask for and a swirling tongue and nibbling teeth were the ones I used / hinted at here.

Fandom / Character:

Shameless | Lip Gallagher x OFC.

Warnings:

Uhh.. Given that it's been a few minutes since I wrote any actual decent smut content (and that's not me being hard on myself, that's me being totally honest, lmaooo) I'm choosing to start this off a little bit tamer.. Dipping my toes in here. Kiddos can stay for now because as spicy as this gets is a heated makeout?

Making out. Kissing. Swapping spit. Thas all, folks.

Tagging:

@brithedemonspawn is the only one currently on my Shameless tag list, so...

** if you want to be tagged in my Shameless stuff, lmk!!**

Other Stuff:

[ about my writing | tag list doc - if you want to be tagged, that is. | fandoms I write for]

“ Are you even listenin to me, doll?” Lip’s voice cut through yet another daydream and I muttered a quiet,dazed response as I glanced up at him. He snickered and then with a smirk, he asked me to repeat what he’d just explained to me.

My mouth opened and closed and the more I tried to focus and remember what he’d been telling me about the equation, the more I struggled to remember. My face burned hot and I tensed a little, huffing out “When will we ever even use this?” in my own defense.

“Svetlana asked me to tutor you. To catch you up.” Lip explained patiently. He gazed at me and I could feel myself slipping out into la la land all over again, imagining what would happen if I just leaned in a little… Maybe grabbed the front of that blue thermal shirt and pulled his mouth against mine. The contrast of his rough mouth against the softness of mine. The taste of cigarettes and soda. My fingers dragging through his hair.

Just the vivid scenario my mind created had me biting my lip. Lost in his eyes and in my daydreams all over again. I shook my head when he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“Yes?” I asked, a brow raised.

“You’re a million miles away today, Sveta. What’s up?”

I gulped.

Every part of me wanted to tell him exactly what was going on in my head, but there were more than a few things stopping me. For one, there was the fact that my older sister Svetlana would most likely be disappointed. I didn’t want to disappoint her. For another, I was quite sure that I was nothing more than a novelty to Lip. An outsider with a funny accent. A friend, maybe. He has a girlfriend.

,, He has a whore who calls herself his girlfriend and doesn’t treat him the way he deserves.” the thought was enough to have me wrinkling my nose in disgust. Anything involving Karen Jackson tended to do that to me, if we’re being completely honest.

Lip must have noticed the look of disgust. He chuckled and shut the book firmly. Then he rose from the sofa in the Gallagher’s living room and held out his hand to me.

I eyed his hand and gradually, found my gaze drifting back up. Settling on his face. The amused look in his eyes.

“C’mon. Your stomach’s growled at least twice. And I saw ya give Mandy your lunch money earlier, Sveta. We ain’t got much.. Maybe if you get somethin to eat in ya, you’ll pay attention better...” Lip smirked at me as he suggested it.

After finally managing to tear my eyes away from the high definition baby blue gaze I was currently drowning in, I reached out, taking hold of his hand. Letting him pull me up. When he did so, I wound up smashing against him lightly. Our eyes locked again and I licked my lips as my gaze wandered down, settling on his. “Maybe food will help me concentrate.” I agreed quietly.

“Let’s hope so, huh? You got that test tomorrow, right? Yeah, Mr. Ventura’s a dick, so if you don’t pass it’s gonna make it three times as hard to catch up.” Lip mused as he stepped back a little and turned, wandering into the kitchen. I pouted to myself at the broken physical contact and followed him into the room, leaning in the doorway.

Watching him as he fixed two huge sandwiches and then helped himself to a beer and asked me if I wanted anything.

,, to kiss you.” i thought to myself, but I shoved the silly thought out and stepped into the room fully. Slinking over to the counter and picking up the sandwich he’d made for me, taking a big bite. Groaning as the flavors exploded in my mouth, wiping the back of my hand at my mouth because I just knew that I had mustard on my lips.

Lip was the one staring at me now.

Intently.

I lowered my hand and after swallowing the bite I’d taken, I tilted my head slightly. “What? Is something wrong?”

I hate the sound of my own voice, my Russian accent so thick that it definitely stands out.

Lip leaned in and down a little, raising a hand. Taking the edge of his long sleeve top to wipe at the corner of my mouth. “You uh.. Mustard. You had mustard on your mouth...” he muttered quietly, his gaze lingering on my lips.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard. “Is it gone?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s gone.” Lip answered quietly, his words trailing off as his mouth inched just a little closer to mine. His hand moved to my hair, smoothing my bangs back out of my eyes and then lingering on the side of my face. He gulped. Took a long and deep breath.

“Now you’re the one whose mind is wandering.” I frowned, confused.

What Lip chose to respond with caught me totally off guard. Not nearly as off guard as what came after that, but it left me wide eyed in shock.

“Just wonderin’ what would happen if I kissed you right now… How it’d feel.” Lip mumbled quietly right as he closed the distance between our faces and his mouth met the corner of mine clumsily.

I wasn’t so shocked that I froze.

Instead, I raised a hand, resting it across the back of his neck as I molded my body against his and used my grip to pull his mouth back against mine, muttering softly in response, “If you want to do something, Philip… Do it. Life is too short to wonder.”

Lip’s hands wandered down, settling on my ass as he lifted me and sat me on the countertop, moving to step between my legs. His mouth crashed against mine deeper, the taste of beer and cigarettes and the sandwich he’d been eating filling my mouth. The scent of his body wash filling my nose and sending a warm shiver through my body. His tongue parted my lips and I dug my fingertips into his neck as I worked to keep up with the frenzied pace of it as it clashed with mine, swirling.

I nipped and tugged at his bottom lip and he gave a quiet groan, scooping me forward on the counter so that I was totally pressed against him. A whimper rose up from my throat, escaping my mouth and lingering in the air between us as the kiss broke and we pulled apart to breathe.

Lip wiped at his mouth, taking a few shaky breaths as he stared at me, unblinking. In a thoughtful daze.

“Well?” I questioned, leaning against him just a little. Awkwardly. Ready to move the second he indicated that he’d made a mistake. I fully expected that to be what happened next. When it wasn’t, I was the one staring at him in a daze this time.

Lip was already leaning back in, going for the kill as he gave a goofy smirk. “Something I wouldn’t mind doin again.” he muttered right as his mouth crashed into mine and my lips parted in anticipation...

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kyber-queen · 4 years

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Like Real People Do (Rex x Reader) Pt. 4

Summary: Jedi!reader and Rex fall in love but are separated by the war. They meet again two years later, weeks before the Siege of Mandalore. This chapter picks up right after Rex and Reader get back on the star destroyer after their mission. Anakin and reader are chaotic. Rex has so many emotions.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Rex makes one (1) innuendo, mentions of alcohol, implied sexual content, mentions of death

Author’s Note: Rex and reader finally get their reunion!! This chapter was definitely more ~fun~ so I hope you enjoy!! I was debating whether or not to get a bit ~spicier~, lmk if that’s something you would b interested in as like a bonus chapter or something !! This is pt. 4 out of 7 btw!!

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Rex was seven different levels of anxious. He had made it back onto the star destroyer with little incident, taking a pod with his men in lieu of the officers. He still wasn’t entirely sure whether or not Jedi could read minds, but he was certain that Skywalker would take one look at him and be able to tell exactly what happened behind that tank. Rex took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders. He had made it back safely, he was in the clear, he had nothing to worry abou—

“Rex, we need to talk,”.

Fuck.

Skywalker stood directly in front of Rex, arms crossed. He seemed to take up half the hallway—did he look upset, or was that just Rex’s imagination? Rex swallowed thickly.

“Of course, sir. What did you want to talk about?” Rex was doing his very best to play it cool, but his heart was set to leap out of his chest. Did he know?

“I saw you and the Commander today, and I gotta say, I’m disappointed,”.

He knew. Rex’s face grew sallow, and his eyes widened.

“Sir, it’s not what you think, I—”

Skywalker chuckled at Rex’s panicked reaction.

“Rex, you’re fine. I just wish you would have shown me some of the moves you two did,”.

Huh?

“So this is about—”

“The lightsaber-blaster switch thing. Where did you two learn to do that, anyway?”

Rex breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t know.

“We completed additional training on Coruscant together. The Commander was stationed with my squad, and, well, we ended up working together pretty well,”. That’s an understatement.

“You’re teaching me all of your secret moves with the Commander when we get back to Coruscant,”. Skywalker grinned. “Cody’s gonna be so jealous,”.

“Yes, sir,”.

Rex smiled to himself. Skywalker definitely didn’t want to know all of his secret moves with the Commander.

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Rex spent way too long trying to find your quarters. Asking the General was out of the question, given his earlier run-in. Rex stumbled from room to room, knocking until finally he heard your voice from behind a door. You let him in with a grin, checking behind him to assure that no one had seen him enter.

“Took you long enough to get here,” you said with a little smile. Rex understood the underlying meaning in your words. All at once, the scene laid out before him was made welcomingly familiar and strangely foreign. It was you, but two years had passed. You weren’t the Jedi knight you were when you first fell in love with him, and Rex knew he wasn’t the same underconfident shiny.

“It took me a while to find you,”.

You hummed at Rex’s response, pouring him a drink as he stripped off the top half of his armor. The top of his blacks fit him well, you thought. It always did. You motioned for him to take a seat on your bed. Your room was sparse, the bed and a nightstand being the only furniture present. Rex sat down with a sigh, taking a rather large sip of the firewhiskey. Shit, that was stronger than he remembered. He coughed a little, and you laughed. You took a seat next to him, a foot or two away.

“So tell me, what’s happened in these past two years?”

You searched Rex’s eyes, which answered much faster than his mouth did. War was painful, always had been, but something in Rex’s expression told you that it’d been especially hard on him. You laced your hand with his, and he spoke.

Rex told you everything. He told you about getting shot, and having to hole up in a farmer’s barn for a few nights. He told you the farmer used to be like him. He told you that when that farmer asked if he wanted something more out of his life, the answer was a silent yes. He told you that when he saw the farmer’s wife and children, he saw the family he gave up when you two parted ways. He told you that after he got off that backwater planet, he came to his senses and realized that you were probably long gone. He made it his mission to forget you. He still saw you, though, and he told you this.

He saw you on Umbara. You were alongside him, telling him to be brave, to hell with rules and regulations. Telling him that he deserved more, that his brothers deserved more. Telling him that not a single man should have died on that battlefield, that Krell needed to pay.

He saw you on Coruscant. Your unyielding idealism faded from Fives’s dying eyes, telling Rex that he should have done more. Rex felt stuck for months afterward, your sad eyes and Fives’s death-greyed face following him everywhere he went. You haunted him, sometimes.

He saw you on Anaxes. You were facing him when he found Echo, telling him like you always had that there would eventually be a happy ending for him and his brothers. He despised the hope you gave him at times. For clones, war was loss after loss—when someone was gone, they stayed gone. This time, for the first time, someone came back. This time, for the first time in almost two years, Rex allowed himself to hope.

He told you all of this. Your teary eyes met his, and Rex gave your hand a gentle squeeze. He hated to see you cry.

“It’s not all been bad, cyare. Have I told you anything about the General yet?”

You shook your head, and wiped at your eyes with your free hand.

Within minutes, Rex had you laughing your ass off at Skywalker’s antics.

“He threw you? With the force? Why didn’t I think of that?”

Rex shook his head with a groan.

“I knew pairing you and the General together was going to be a bad idea. He’s already been asking me where we learned our ‘moves’,”.

You laughed. Rex’s chest warmed.

“So, what’d you tell him, Rex? Nothing too incriminating?” You nudged his shoulder playfully, but the concern in your voice betrayed your thoughts.

“It’s alright, he doesn’t know anything about us. Told him I remembered it from training on Coruscant,”.

You nodded, but something in Rex’s words took you someplace far from here. The room suddenly fell eerily quiet.

Your voice broke the silence at last.

“Do you remember?”

Rex furrowed his brow. “Remember what?”

“Earlier, you said you tried to forget about us. It’s been a long time, d’you still remember everything?”

Rex’s features softened as he nodded. He searched for the right words, his eyes falling to your mouth.

“I remember when I kissed you for the first time, I bumped my teeth against your lip and it split a little. I was so scared—I didn’t know how I had managed to fuck up that badly. First I kiss my commanding officer and then I make them bleed? I was certain I had earned myself a one-way ticket to get reconditioned. When you kissed me back I didn’t know what to do with myself,”.

You laughed a little at this, and Rex’s eyes traveled down to your hands.

“I remember the first morning we woke up together—you held my face in your hands and kissed me so gently. That morning was all soft touches and little whispers and that’s when I knew that you were it for me,”.

You sighed gently at this, and rested your head against Rex’s shoulder.

“That’s when I knew, too. You were just so damn perfect. Still are,”.

You turned your head as Rex’s eyes trained on yours. His hand lifted up, the pad of his thumb just barely tracing over the curve of your neck, like he was almost afraid to touch you. His hand found its resting spot just over your pulse.

“I remember—” Rex swallowed thickly. “I remember you liked it when I kissed you here,”.

You stilled, the little spot under his thumb burning throughout your entire body. You moved to nod, but a much better idea entered your mind.

“I don’t remember,”.

His hand dropped from your neck.

“You don’t?” Rex’s face fell, confusion marring his expression.

You shook your head. You swung a leg over Rex’s, effectively seating yourself in his lap.

“I think I might need a reminder,”.

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you-are-worth-the-wait · 3 years

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care to elaborate on your statement? kinda tough to tell how you took it. i hope you didn’t take it negatively. that wasn’t my intent. i prolly could have said worse when explaining things and what i see/feel but i tried to keep it as level as i could without letting the biased side in me point out all the negative/toxic things i see/feel that is wrong there. i can be unbiased and object for your sake in order to talk things through with you. but you know how i feel and what is my end goal and of course i’m going to always try to give you the best chance in reaching/achieving what it is that desire in your heart and mind.

so...any chance i steal you away for a kiss? :P just being true to what my heart wants/desires and i figure i take a chance...*shrug* i mean, like i say in most other scenarios, worst thing you can do is say no, nothing happens, and i/we are right back with what we started with. good/best case, you entertain the idea and possibly reach out to me. you know, dreamers gonna dream...but actions influences reality with the possibility of making those dreams come true. heck...look what we’ve been able to create together when all this started with just taking a chance...*ws*

i’m thinking you prolly have a lot to think about and maybe reassessing your situation there and within yourself after what i wrote out. i’m guessing that’s the reason for the one and done statement. it’s okay. i know if things were different, we’d have the chance to have a fluid back and forth and we’d be able to figure things out together. i feel/know that you may be timid and scared but i also know that you are a different person than you were at the beginning of this year. i know you are still a work in progress but if i’m being truthful...i don’t see him or that situation giving you the best chance to achieve what you want and helping you reach your full potential. i’ know you’ve shied away from those words and have sometimes felt that people were pushing before you felt you were ready. that’s not where i’m coming from. i saw glimpses of it even before i knew your name. i did admire you from afar and what i liked about you was your humble low key confidence. from the moment i knew of you to today, when i say i want you to reach your full potential, it’s not to push or antagonize you to do it but more of a supportive role in wanting it as much as you do and to help you reach it.

i know that he’s said that i’d be better for you. i don’t know where he was coming from when i said it or how many times he may have thrown that or me into your face. if it was out of pity for himself, out of spite and anger for me, or from a glimmer of truth he didn’t want to accept, i don’t know. without sounding like a conceited asshole, i agree with that statement. the thing is, he may have said it but i don’t think he fully realizes the depths as to why i feel/know that statement to be true. he may have pointed out reasons but i don’t think the reasons he’s given touches on the actual reality of that statement. i know in my heart that with all the reasons he may have given, there is more to it than that, and i know you know it too. he may have somewhat of a grasp of what we are but i don’t think he will ever know the depths and magnitude of what we truly are. we have a past t0o, although not as long, but fiercely connected to the point that we still are what we are today, despite what is going on there. i can’t discount your past with him because i know i can’t touch that nor will i even try. but i’m not talking about living for the past. i’m talking about living for the now and for the future. and for those reasons along with the unspoken ones he will never fully understand and that only you and i know...that’s why i believe in my heart that i am better for you. i honestly do believe, together, we give ourselves the best chance of being better for ourselves and for each other. sooo...yeah.

btw...i gave him the money and he almost cried. he gave me a promissory note on the agreement and how he’d pay me back with interest on this and that date. i told him we didn’t have to deal with the interest and we could just figure it out as we go. he was so grateful and you could see like a burden was just lifted off his shoulders. i know it doesn’t fix everything but it’s one less thing he has to worry about in order to focus on other things in his life. apparently he cooks good food. maybe i make him pay me back in food? one lunch every two weeks...for the rest of his tenure as long as we work together...bwah hahahaha. you see where my priorities are. yeah, it was definitely a weird situation and request with such a finite rapport but then again, this isn’t the first time i’ve done this and prolly won’t be the last? i honestly don’t know how i even get involved in situations like this. maybe after he’s paid me back and some time when he’s good, maybe i’ll ask him what made him/why he came to me. wonder after we become “friends” if he’ll say that he was desperate and i just so happen to exist at that very moment. that would be a bit anticlimactic...*shrug*

how’s your mom and family? she/they doing okay? does you niece help keep things manageable? you want a child to dote after if that’s what helps bring a smile to your heart?...*nudge nudge* :P i mean, you’d have your hands full with me to begin with. they’d just be a bonus to add into the mix when the time is right :) any plans for new years/weekend? could we just watch a movie, cuddle, kiss, and fall asleep in each other’s arms?

oh...i had a dream about you last night. but it wasn’t a typical dream. maybe my “internet history” is playing a factor because it was about you and me and a unicorn. i’ve never had a dream like that before. it wasn’t someone i knew though. the thing that struck me was how “natural” everything was. there was no pause of awkwardness or what not. it was quite surreal from the moment we all met, to getting started, and the act. i have to admit this was one of those times where i hated my alarm. but yeah. it was interesting to say the least.

well...hope you have a good day at work tomorrow. i got smashed and i messed up with someone. i was doing the work of an LPN and RN and it was honestly the first time i’ve worked at this capacity. my preceptor is nice but i think she gives me way more credit than i deserve. she thinks she can just tell me what to do and i can go and do it but i’ve never had experience doing what she is asking me to do so i end up having to telh/asking her if she could do it while i observe. she helped when she felt i needed it. unfortunately, i needed her help more than she realized and my provider could tell the difference of not having the LPN. i felt so bad but he was understanding about it and told me i was doing a good job. he even came over to me before the end of our shift to let me know how much he enjoyed working with me and that even though i may not have known everything, he said that i was coming along well and that i will do a good job in the future. i thanked him for working with me the way he did and he thanked me for helping him with his workload and making things more manageable for him. we then said fingers crossed on the new provider that i will be working with. truth...their plan for my workload...it’s not looking fun. i’ll be inheriting two part time providers and it’s looking like my vet load will triple by next year. if i thought today kicked my ass, i can only imagine what 2 new providers who i have to learn how they do things all over and still cover the LPN and RN duties, all the while i’m still asking people for help and assistance. guess this is what i get when i say that i like a challenge. i barely survived today and one of my officemates asked me why did my eye look the way they did. they were half closed and pretty lifeless because of the workload i had to deal with before the end of my shift. fun fun fun. in the immortal words and deadpan expression of kuzko, “bring it on.”...*ws*

btw...did you figure out that “secret” i was referring to? :)

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dutifullybitchypeach · 3 years

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ACOSF FINAL THOUGHTS. 3/5

It was good. But it could have been EPIC. I think I got caught up in the hype and should have remained blissfully ignorant. Loved Nestas journey and her finding happiness. WELL DESERVED.

However lots of loose threads, ignored angst, rushed ending, pregnancy plot overshaowed a lot - 2 chapters wasted!

It was Nestas book with Cassians POV to balance. It was interesting to read how skewed, almost backwards it was the way Nesta saw things. Like the IC behaviour/comments at times to her was counter acted then with Cassians interpretation. Really showed her low her self esteem was.

I know it's Nesta letting go and being happy with herself and I believe SJM wrote it this way to be deliberately CLEAR that the IC are NOT perfect and are 100% capable of being total pricks. BUT that they are not held accountable for their actions the same way Nesta is, was frustrating. Cold hard facts: Nesta never murdered/stole/lied/tortured/assaulted anyone. She was a bum and a drunk who spewed hurtful shite. An angry bitch. However the only thing she ever wilfully killed was the King of Hyburn at the NC's request. The level of disgust from Amren/Rhys/Mor directed at Nesta in the beginning was uncomfortable to read and didn't sit well with me.

I'll have to read it again but I was not satisfied . Nestas character arc started half way through ACOWAR. She stepped up when they needed her to.

Feyre agreeing despite her experience in Spring was a step backwards for me. Then again it's exactly what Nesta needed. Cruel to be kind. And Feyre had Nestas back repeatedly throughout the narrative.

Loved Nestas story all of it, training, friendships, self love, etc etc. Gwyn and Emerie ❤ All epic. And she's well...more interesting! Detail on Cassian killing all those monsters, scene in the big, wow so good.

Feysand overkill or perhaps Rhys overkill. Sorry SJM but you need to pull back.

Nessian happened the way I thought it would. That Cassian isn't perfect is normal. His heart is Nestas, it's pretty clear. Smut scenes, I've read better sorry !!! Intensity was not the same as previous books. More sexy and less crude for me. Missed Cassians swagger but I guess we are in his head, and he's a big cuddly insecure bear. With a big d**k.

More thoughts (in my humble opinion).

Feysand pregnancy DRAMA. Unnecessary. Keep it, just don't let it happen the way it did. I've already said I thought the sacrifice should have been for Gywn/Emerie and there is a simple tie in IMO (see previous posts). Or perhaps Cassian actually stabbing himself rather than hurting Nesta with the Queen. But I get SJM and 'losing' her power, that much power just undermines the remaining plot for next few books. Nesta could just blast them all to hell. And she stole it in anger and has let it go with love. Growth! She is clearly still hella powerful. We don't know the half of it.

For me the above was the most irritating. The ending squeezed in. And I like Feysand. But Nesta healing with Feyre needn't have been so convoluted. Or drastic. More private, perhaps a real angsty, tense conversation and confession. They didn't discuss anything.

The last few chapters too much went on...important moments; first females to win The Rite, sidelined. Accepting the mating bond, sidelined. WTF is Nestas power now, sidelined. Queen dead, sidelined. An ILLYRANIAN FEMALE KICKING ASS sidelined. I mean Christ that was Cassians goal! And nothing. NOTHING. Not even a handshake.

Rhys. It was plain uncomfortable. But someone mentioned SJM deliberately wrote Rhys that way for this book and that's true. In the Feyre POV she mentions "two mates" the reasonable one and the asshole so that, I think, is telling. He's def more HL and pulls rank in this book with everyone.

Rhys clearly witnesses Nestas trauma from her nightmare but there is no recognition with Nesta. Not a peep. Yet he clearly feels massive regret. Is that for our benefit, the readers? That at least we know. Don't hate on Rhys. (I like Rhys btw)

I'd have liked a full circle scene where they are back in THAT sitting room admiring baby Nyx and Nesta just says a few things. Cooly and calmly. She's happy they intervened, but for all their wisdom and years of living it left a lot to be desired. Nothing too crazy, just a few delivered lines, Nesta style.

Felt Nesta lost a little of her fire. But maybe you see it more from the others POV. Though they always provoked her and it was a defence mechanism. And she was a bitch at times. With others outside the IC it's clear she is not like that. Make what you will of that.

I know SJM doesn't like to over detail things but a moment with Feyre/Nyx/Nesta alone would have been nice.

The sisters never meeting Gwyn or Emerie. A scene like that would have been powerful.

Amren is as Mor rightly said is a "cranky old bastard". And "Welcome back to the Night Court Nesta Archeron" screamed, now that you've scrubbed up love come on home. I don't know. Amren was clearly done with Nesta she was the one that stood by her the most and got sick shit of her. All Amren can command is respect now and Nesta really wanted hers, possibly the most.

Can I make a point about people harping on about slut shaming. Amren made one catty observation, that Nesta would ride almost anything. No other character mentioned it. Not one. And Nesta enjoyed her bed partners, she refers to some of it (threesome!). There was zero shame. And SJM hates slut shaming. So stop. It's not a thing.

I'm nitpicking but there was a lot of hurt just left off. Perhaps that was the point. SJM was like, fuck it, Nesta doesn't want to feel that anger or resentment anymore she wants to live and be happy. She's found inner peace with herself and those that matter most. Me wanting justification for how they treated her at timea is not the point!!! Lol.

The painting, that stood out for me in ACOFAS. It hurt to read it. Maybe Feyre had nothing to paint of Nesta. They didn't talk. Share thoughts. I think Feyre asking Nesta herself to show her memories of The Rite so she could paint it would have had more impact. But it read very plainly like now you've earned your spot here...or I like you now or something. She was deliberately not there, perhaps until she wanted to be. Or finally accepted and embraced life with the IC. It was an unnecessary detail that just fueled the Feysand halo (again I like Feysand).

Nesta made those weapons therefore they are hers. Amren is power hungry. Rhys seems happy to hand them over. High King drama, I can see it. It could happen.

It's clear that Nesta didn't want to leave the NC, therefore she had to fall in. People have a problem with 'who's boss' but we've only ever had court dynamics from Rhys/Feyre POV. And they are the top dogs in the NC. We are going to have to get used of seeing Feysand make decisions from the outside. It's THEIR court. And to be fair, Feyre always had Nestas back.

And yes I believe you always have a choice with Rhys. I know some scoff at that.

Rhys kneeling to Nesta further proves our gal is a Queen. Feyre is the only one he's ever bowed to. SJM gave us that moment for Nesta and we will have to be content despite he's questionable aggressive behaviour. He clearly has issues with family given his past.

Enjoyed seeing a bit of Elaine. Finally. And Nesta delivered some home truths! Elaine needs to find some backbone. Really looking forward to her story. Go mad SJM!

Feysand POV should have been the fallout of Rhys keeping baby drama from Feyre. Now THAT I would want to hear. And perhaps Feyre saying to Nesta I'm "secretly glad you told me".

Eris I always found super interesting. It's clear to me he knows Mor is gay. Him helping her would have meant she was trapped in the AC. 'Rejecting her' allowed Rhys and Co to save her and to have freedom. She screwed him by keeping it secret. His arc will be with Lucien I think.

Az and Elaine not for me. Sorry. I'd like Lucien to find some happiness. I've spoken of this before see other posts. Az tortures people for a living, he has serious issues.

I've already spoken about Mor....remember her lol. Where is she! Ha! Actions speak louder than words with Mor. Winnow please my mate is being a dick, teach me to dance, dress shopping. But I guess she's Feyres friend, Nesta has hers. Nesta feeling ashamed as to how she treated Mor, will be interesting to see how Mor feels about that oul time when I was such a hypocrite, lol, what I really meant was....

There are 2 more books and a novella so who knows. Nessian ain't over.

Going to look forward to the fanfiction!

Thanks SJM.

#acosf spoilers #nesta archeron #nessian #a court of silver flames #elriel #feysand #sarah j maas #sjm #lucien vanserra #elucien #azriel

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic

Story Warnings: Bondage, Sex (vaginal and first time anal), Anal Toy Use, Dirty Talk, Degrading Names, Master / Slave Roleplay, Choking, Tit Fucking, Throat Fucking, Spanking, Quirk Play, Squirting, Overstimulation, PWP

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“You’re finally home, Master. Please untie me, you promised you would!”

Bakugou stood in shocked silence in the doorway to the bedroom he shared with his lover, unable to truly process what was happening. Sure, he and Koge enjoyed making love with each other, and even more they liked to play a little rough. Koge, he had noticed over the years, had quite the affinity for being totally and utterly dominated, to be treated as roughly as he wanted. She would let him do nearly anything, and they both loved it.

Roleplay was never something particularly high on their list of things they enjoyed, but bondage was. Now, he was suddenly subjected to both things, propped up on the bed and displayed to him. How in the hell she had gotten herself that tied up, he was unsure, but he found he couldn’t quite get his eyes off the way the rope squeezed the plush areas of her body. Arms behind her back, Koge had her backend up in the air while her upper body rested down onto the mattress, completely helpless with the way she was bound. She even had rope running right between her legs, fit snuggly into her sex and between her cheeks.

Damn it was sexy. It hit him so hard that he didn’t even care about how, when or why, finding that he only wanted to push her around a little. Well, more than a little, if he were honest with himself. He truly wanted to use and ruin her, and if he were her ‘master’ as she had said, then that gave him full permission to do as he pleased. A little roleplay mixed in there couldn’t hurt, either. Being called something like that brought a fire to his chest, very similar to when she called him by his hero name during sex and… praised him. He liked it.

“I promised no such thing, you little fucking slut.” Bakugou dropped his duffel bag onto the floor, leaving his belongings from the day discarded to be dealt with later. He shut the bedroom door behind him out of habit, even if they did live alone in their apartment. “What gave you that idea?”

“I-I’m sore from the bindings, Master.” Koge looked upon him with pleading eyes, giving him a bit of a show as she struggled against the ropes. He did have to admit she was very convincing, but if she truly wanted out, she wouldn’t keep up the farce. With a scoff, Bakugou made his way over, letting his hand slide across her backside. She was dressed in his favorite pair of leggings that showed off her curves just right, and from what he could see, the only thing she wore on top was a sports bra. In particular, it was the blue one that didn’t fit, and he couldn’t wait to flip her over to see.

He let his hand come down hard onto her ass, making her squeak in surprise. “Good. But that means you had tried to escape. Did you?”

“W-what? No, no I would never-- a-ah!!” She gasped out loudly as Bakugou slipped his fingers beneath the two strips of rope that was settled between her legs, pulling it tighter against her sex.

“What’s that, my little whore? Are you lying to me?” He continued to pull up, lifting her hips as Koge’s body trembled, struggling to speak through the mix of pain and pleasure.

“I-I’m not, I swear! I didn’t struggle at all Master!” An audible sigh of relief left her lips as he released her, though it was immediately swallowed by another yelp as a new firm slap was given to her. “I sat here like a good girl, just like you told me to!”

Unable to help the smirk on his lips, Bakugou ran his thumb down the length of the rope, pressing against it with a firm touch. He could feel that it was slick and wet with her essence, as were the pants she wore. How badly he wanted to rip a hole in them and fuck her senseless was nearly unbearable, but he held himself back. If not for the fun, then for her, to make sure she got the most out of this experience she had brought upon them.

“And what did you do all day, hm?” He let his thumb slip between the strips of rope, teasing and rubbing her clit. He let his other hand travel up the curve of her backside, loving the soft feeling of the fabric beneath the rough texture of his palms.

“I-I laid here and thought about you, Master. I always think about you, about how good your cock feels when you fuck me. I’ve imagined what you would do to me after you came home.” Koge couldn’t help but let out a soft moan at his touch, rocking her hips back against him. The slight pain of the rope digging into her skin and the pleasure from his touch was euphoric, excitedly awaiting every new moment. She knew that she had taken a risk with this whole adventure, but she was glad he hadn’t laughed at her or been angry when he came home. Now all she wanted was for him to touch her, to use her and degrade her as he pleased.

“And what did you imagine.” Bakugou gripped the rope that tied her arms, pulling her upper body off the bed and back against him. With the movement, her ass pressed into his hips, prompting her to grind against him just to feel his member that was straining against his pants. He was so turned on by the way she looked and how she acted, her pleading gaze filling him with a fire he hadn’t felt in quite some time. Feeling very dominative, he reached up and wrapped his hand around her throat, giving her a decent squeeze as he growled in her ear. “Don’t fucking move your hips like that, you little whore. I’ll decide when you deserve to feel pleasure. Now tell me what you imagined.”

Koge’s rocking instantly stopped at his command, gasping a bit against the grip on her neck as she struggled to speak. “I-I imagined you throat fucking me and letting me taste your cum. It tastes so good and I’m so thirsty, Master.” She eagerly licked and sucked on his fingers as he slid them up to her mouth. “I imagined you finally fucking me in the ass. I’m all ready for you.”

This was something that caught Bakugou a bit off guard, as anal sex was something they had only talked about. Koge had always enjoyed using the occasional toy along with regular sex for a bit of double penetration, but they had yet to take the full plunge. Curious as to what she meant about being ready, he let his hand slip between her legs, moving the rope aside as he ran his finger along her sex. When he got to the hole in question, he quickly found himself presented with a hard object, which was round with an uneven surface.

So, this is what she bought that plug for. How long has she had this whole thing in mind?

With a bit of off and on pressure to the base of the plug, he moved it around inside of her, instantly making her shudder and moan softly. “I wish that was your cock inside me!”

“Well if you’re a good girl, maybe you’ll get your wish.” Bakugou nipped at her ear as he roughly moved the rope back into place, giving it another good tug to force a sharp gasp out of her. “But for now, I want to fuck that pretty little throat raw.” He forced her down onto her back and into the position he wanted, where only her head was hanging off the side. Since he had been standing at the edge, she was at the perfect angle. He could tell that her arms behind her back had her a bit uncomfortable, but the eager way she kept her eyes on the bulge behind his jeans told him that it didn’t matter.

They weren’t new to this position, so when his member was finally exposed, Koge took him into her mouth with ease. Though, this required very little participation from her, as Bakugou propped himself up on the edge of the bed and began to slowly thrust his hips. His t-shirt making it hard for him to see her, he was quick to rip it off, keeping his eyes on her neck and the way it bulged with each thrust. “Oh fuck, that’s it… You’re such a cum thirsty little whore.” As his thrusts became rougher, he wrapped one hand around her neck, loving to see her body bounce. She was so submissive and receptive to anything he wanted, and he had to admit that he already wanted to cum. He knew that he could last a couple of rounds, especially if she kept it up, which he knew she planned on doing no matter what.

If Koge could talk, she would surely let him know that she was absolutely elated. She adored having his dick in her mouth, completely smitten with his taste and the way he pulsed against her tongue. Sure, it always made her mouth horribly sore, but that was of little consequence. Just to have him like this was enough to fulfill her, even if he decided that’s all he wanted to do. It seemed, though, that the plug in her ass excited him enough to go further, so she would gladly let him have his way with her.

Feeling himself getting too close, Bakugou removed himself from her mouth, smirking as she coughed and the sight of the mess he made. “Not so fast. Your tits are way too fucking irresistible to ignore.” Stepping out of his jeans and boxers completely, Bakugou shifted her body fully onto the bed, straddling her torso once she was in place. The sports bra she wore was too small, so it squeezed her breasts to where there was overspill on the top and bottom, threatening to burst free at any moment. Tugging the bottom up a bit, Bakugou slipped his cock between her breasts until his tip was visible on the other side. The fabric of the bra didn’t touch him, so he began to thrust his hips again.

Koge kept her pleading gaze locked with his, soft gasps and moans escaping her lips. Her eyes were teared up from the rough throat fucking, making her look even more irresistible to him. He did have to admit that her tits were feeling oddly better to him in that moment, and he found himself needing to cum just as quickly as before.

“Please Master, please give me your cum! I want it so bad!”

“Then open your filthy mouth.” The instant Koge obeyed, Bakugou let go of his control, spraying his cum all over her face, neck and chest. Licking what she could from her lips, Koge swallowed her prize before smiling up at him.

“Thank you, you’ve made me so happy. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, my little slut, I enjoyed it.” Keeping his still hard cock nestled between her breasts, Bakugou took hold of the zipper at the front, slowly pulling it down. He didn’t even have to unlatch the zipper at the end before it burst free from the pressure of her breasts, which spilled out with a light bounce. A deep groan escaping his lips at the sight, Bakugou took hold of them both in his large hands, squeezing and massaging them against the girth of his cock. Holding them tightly in place, he began to rock his hips again, his cum and her sweat that coated her skin making it nice and slick for him. “Such sexy fucking tits.”

Koge gave a soft whine with a particularly rough pinch to her nipples, biting down onto her bottom lip as she watched the tip of his cock vanish and reappear within the soft plushness of her chest. “Please, Master. Do what you want with me. I’m only here to make you feel good.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m your little slave. I’m nothing but your personal cum dumpster, for you to fuck and use however and whenever you want!” Koge turned her gaze up to her lover, gazing up at him with a pleading, tear filled expression. His blunt nails digging into her soft flesh and the increased pace of his thrusting told her he was into what she was doing, and so resisting letting a smirk cross her lips, she continued. “I’ll do anything for you! You’re so perfect and you fuck me so good, all I ever think about is your cock!”

“Damn right. You’re mine. All mine. And I’ll make sure you never forget that. Now,” Releasing her chest, Bakugou flipped her over, propping her back up the exact way he had found her. Spreading open the rope to expose her cunt to him, he dug his nails into the fabric, getting hold of it before ripping it apart with ease. The glittering blue jewel at the end of her buttplug immediately caught his attention, glistening and complementing the shine of her essence that coated her skin. Her cunt was absolutely soaked, clit puffy from the abuse of the rope and her own need for pleasure. “You have such a pretty pussy. But I think I know where I should fuck you today.” Taking hold of the base of the plug, Bakugou began to pull it out slowly, smirk crossing his lips as Koge moaned and shivered with its removal.

“Damn, you little slut, that’s a big plug you’ve kept up your ass. So fucking hot.” When it was completely removed, he tossed it aside on the bed, using his thumbs to instead spread her cheeks apart and open her up wide for him. Just watching both her now vacant holes twitch in anticipation of his touch brought a fire to his chest, licking his lips as he shifted himself in closer. “I hope you’re ready for me to ruin that cute little asshole of yours.”

“Do whatever you want with me, Master.” Koge’s voice trembled with her excitement, unable to properly see him from her position bent over with her head resting on a pillow. How badly she wanted his cock inside her was making it difficult for her to keep up the roleplaying, already to the point of screaming his name and sobbing in her anguish. “P-please, put it in me!”

“Put what in you?” Bakugou began to torture her with slow, teasing rubs of his tip up and down along her sex, stroking her clit and putting light pressure against her holes. “And where? Tell your Master what you want.”

Koge whined and wiggled as his tip slipped into her cunt, using the tightness of her entrance more to pleasure himself than her. “I want your fat cock! I want you to fuck me in the ass- a-ah!” Koge’s voice spiked as he sunk his entire length into her pussy, his hands holding onto her hips tightly while he gave her deep, slow and rough thrusts from the tip to the base. Each snap of his hips pushed all the air out of her lungs, and since her arms were tied together, she had nothing to grab to anchor herself. “M-Master, please--!”

“Beg harder, slut!” Bakugou leaned over her, digging his fingers into her hair to grab a fistful, pulling her head back and forcing a gasp from her throat. “You want me to fuck you in the ass, you had better convince me.”

“I want it!” Voice cracking, Koge was completely at his mercy, unable to move an inch. As his thrusts became faster, her eyes rolled up as the sparks of pain and pleasure attacked every nerve in her body. “Please! Please fuck me in the ass! I’ve been waiting for it all day, Master, I just can’t wait any longer! I want to feel that fat cock stretch me open and fuck me until I can’t breathe!”

Seemingly satisfied, Bakugou shoved her face back down into the pillow, and in one swift movement, he removed his cock from her pussy and slipped his tip into her ass. A sharp gasp erupted from Koge’s lips the instant he was barely inside, the body tensing and trembling. Hissing through his clenched teeth, Bakugou had to pause for a moment, giving a low groan into her shoulder. “Fuck, relax, you stupid bitch!”

“I-I’m sorry!” Koge closed her eyes tightly, taking in deep breaths to do as she was told. “It’s just… It’s bigger than the toys-!” Whining into the pillow, Koge’s toes curled in as Bakugou began to sink his cock into her slowly, unable to stop her hitching gasps with every breath. “Fuck, fuck-!”

“That’s it, my little slut.” Bakugou used his grip on her hair to force her head to turn a bit, placing a rough kiss against her flushed and tear stained cheek. “Take your master’s fat cock like a good girl. Take it,” Right as his hips met with the plush form of her ass, Bakugou didn’t waste another moment in beginning to thrust, instantly sending Koge into a new round of strangled moans. “Take it! You want it so fucking bad, I’ll give it to you!”

“Ka- Katsu-!” Koge found herself unable to think with only the wave after wave of new pleasures fogging her mind, moaning and crying freely into the pillow. His cock was so deep inside her and his balls slapped against her clit with each thrust that she could already feel the hints of an orgasm building up rapidly, though it wasn’t anything like she was used to. It was so hot and rough, paired with the painful rubbing of the rope against her fair skin and her hair balled up in his fist, and she could already feel her mind slipping into that familiar and suffocating haze of intoxicating pleasure.

“You know damn well you’re not allowed to say my name, whore.” In punishment, Bakugou’s large palm came down onto her ass, activating his quirk just enough to create light crackles to bring just the right amount of heat and pain that he knew she loved. The burning smell of charred sugar and singed fabric filled his senses only for a moment, his focus completely centered on the sounds she made and the sight of her submissive body. “Who gave you permission?” Another crackling slap had her crying out, moans mixed in with frustrated sobs.

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Master! I’ve been bad-!” Koge was cut off as Bakugou snatched her by the arms, pulling her body up off the bed and back against him. With her back arched, he was able to reach even deeper inside of her, his pace quickening as he wrapped one hand around her throat, the other holding her hips firmly in place. Pressing his lips against her ear, he took a moment to bask in the pleasure, her body only further squeezing and sucking him in.

He was beginning to feel close to his peek, but this time, he refused to cum until she finished first, and by the look of absolute pleasure on her face, he knew she was close. She needed just a little more pain, he figured, so he tightened his grip on her throat. “You have been bad. So impatient and trying to weasel your way into getting what you want. I shouldn’t even give it to you.”

“N-no-!” Koge was barely able to squeak out a single word, her eyes rolled back and mouth open in endless choked moans. “Don’t… Please-!”

“You want to cum, huh?” Bakugou slid his hand around to the front of her hips, beginning to rub her clit vigorously. “You want to cum all over my cock like the little whore you are? Come on, then. Fucking cum, you dirty slut-” As her body began to tense with the building pressure, Bakugou slipped three of his fingers into her dripping wet cunt, digging them in as deep as he could and curving his fingers to make sure they rubbed against her inner walls with each thrust of his hips. “Come on! Cum for your master!”

Unable to move and unable to resist him, Koge’s entire body erupted with an overwhelming rush of pleasure, not even able to make a sound against the twitching and arching of her body. So lost in the pleasure, she didn’t even feel the rush of liquid that gushed out of her pussy, but Bakugou was quick to take note as he cursed in satisfaction of the incredible release.

“Oh fuck, that’s it! Squirt for me,” Since his fingers had been pushed out of her with the pressure, he instead slapped and rubbed her clit, finally forcing cries from her throat and sharp jerks of her body as she tried to shift away from him and the overstimulation. “No way, you whore, you stay right there. I’m not done with you yet.”

The pleasure still ripping through her body with each thrust, Koge couldn’t move or even think of how to respond, her core aching with the intensity of her release. She didn’t have to wait long, however, as Bakugou buried his face into the side of her neck, completely taking over her body for his own pleasures until he finally peaked. His release inside her was hot and deep, his last few thrusts snappy and rough, though he was quick to calm and slow himself down. His groans and grunts of pleasure with his release filled Koge’s mind, pulling her out of her haze enough to lean her head against his, finally taking in deep and steady breaths as they came down from their high together.

His hand releasing her throat, Bakugou let his fingers softly trace along the curves of her body, his lips leaving soft trails of kisses along her neck and up to her wet, flushed cheeks. “Mm… Fucking hell, Utsuro… You made me go a little wild.”

Koge nibbled at her bottom lip as he slowly pulled his softening cock from her, the hot feeling of his cum leaking out of her sending goosebumps along her skin. “A little wild is exactly what I wanted,” she paused to clear her throat, her voice hoarse from the throat fucking, choking, and endless moaning. “But damn, Katsuki. I didn’t expect all of that.”

“Did you even notice that you squirted?” Sitting down on his legs and allowing her to rest on his thighs, Bakugou went to work untying the ropes at the source around her arms, working with careful and gentle fingers. “That was damn incredible.”

“I did? Really?” Koge struggled to keep herself sitting up, trembling from head to toe. “Wow, no wonder it’s all wet. I thought I died and went to heaven with that orgasm, babe. Fuck.”

Bakugou chuckled, carefully pulling the rope off her body in sections as they loosened. “Well, I guess your ass is really fucking sensitive, then. All this time now knowing how to do it, and all it took was a good ass fucking.”

Koge stretched her arms out to her sides, letting her sports bra fall off her arms to discard it off to the side before leaning back against him. “A good ass fucking is an understatement. Katsuki, that was damn incredible.”

Kissing her shoulder softly, Bakugou ran his hands up and down her arms, rubbing the dark red marks where the rope had rubbed her fair skin a bit raw. “You’re the one that’s incredible. How the fuck did you even get all tied up like that?”

“Guess.”

“Curls came over and helped you, didn’t she?”

“She did,” Koge leaned her head back, smiling up at him. “Nene left about ten minutes before you got here, actually.”

“So, you weren’t tied up all day? You lied to me.” Caressing her neck softly, Bakugou placed a kiss on her lips, before scooping her up and laying her down on a clean area of the bed. “And why the hell are you letting her in on our sex shit?!”

“It was something I wanted to try, but I couldn’t tie myself up like that! And I wanted it to be a surprise.” Koge shifted her hips up as Bakugou removed her ruined leggings and the rest of the ropes around her legs, leaving her bare. “It’s not like she was all in on everything that was gonna happen, I just needed her help tying me up.”

“Tch, well next time, I’ll do it.” Bakugou caressed her cheeks, leaning in to kiss her lips gently. “She didn’t tie you up very well, anyway. The ropes were too loose. I’ll be sure to really bind you up.” Smirking against her lips, Bakugou gave her cheeks a playful pinch, bringing soft giggles from her. “Maybe hang you from the ceiling if you let me.”

“Ooh, sex from a swing, huh? That’ll be fun!” Koge let her weak arms wrap around his neck, keeping him down so she could pepper his lips and cheeks with more sweet kisses. “We can do whatever you’d like. Master.”

“I think right now, your Master wants to go take a hot bath and scrub his obedient little woman clean. What d'ya say?”

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magioftheseas · 4 years

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What’s your opinion on each of the sdr2 boys? you don’t have to answer but I’d like to hear it so if ya want...

Well, since you posted how you feel about the SDR2 girls’ writing, how would you rank the SDR2 boys’ writing?

Oh man, one of these asks is so old but you’ll forgive me, right?

So, I’ll do both of these!!! The ranking btw is for the writing not personal feelings which I hope comes across because even if a guy’s at the bottom, that definitely doesn’t make him the worst boy!!! I swear! I SWEAR!!!!!!

Good Tier

Kuzuryuu - Definitely the most solid with development and everything. Wish it wasn’t piggybacking off of fridging Peko (and his sister), but ngl I’m always kind of a sucker of the shitty tough guy learning to mellow the fuck out, and I like Kuzuryuu also being like...probably the most mature of the characters, which is sad but also funny. (Overall opinion is that he’s good! Very good! Definitely worthy of Best Boy title if he’s your type!)

Komaeda - My boyyyyyy. Super intricate and interesting with a worldview that’s both simplistic and complex. I love him so, so much. And his attraction to Hinata is humanizing! Love that! Unfortunately, he’s still super demonized and having that happen to your character who is explicitly mentally ill is super uncool. Also, while I do like how and why he decided to die, I don’t feel like that death was worth him getting cut out and used as a prop for Nanami. If he had been kept alive, it would’ve been way better and less urghhhhhh. Or we could’ve, should’ve had more introspection as a result of the impact his character had, similar to what I wished for with Mikan. But, nah. Fuck changing your view as the result of being challenged, I guess. (Overall opinion is that I would die for him.)

Kamukura - Is being included because yes. He only appears briefly, but what’s there is just so interesting and good! He’s an empty person who is only driven by spite and revenge against those who wronged him, and yet it’s also implied that deep down, he doesn’t want to die. It’s so sad! But intriguing! His motivations are clarified in dr0 (such as the fact that he was framed by Junko for the murders of the student council, but also with the added implied bit that even HPA was prepared to kill him in order to cover their ass), but even so, it’s so deeply tragic that Kamukura was made for the sake of ego (both Hinata’s ego and the ego of HPA), and he found himself getting used which lead to him willing risk his existence to take down everything in one fell swoop despite that not being a guarantee. Wahhhh. (Overall opinion is that it sure is a shame WE DON’T SEE HIM EVER AGAIN, not counting TDP.)

Could’ve Been Okay But URGH Tier

Hinata - My other boy. He sure is the other boy. In all seriousness, Hinata *is* probably my personal fave of the protagonists even if I think the Naegis are better written. I love his conflict of having such a severe superiority complex that he’s willing to throw out everything about himself in order to live up to it. I love how his desperate need to prove himself is, like, to himself. He’s so self-centered in such interesting ways. Unfortunately Nanami is his prop and is given the emotional brunt of forcing his development, which sucks. (Overall opinion is that he’s definitely Kodaka’s self-insert but it’s free real estate when writing fics so he’s MY SELF-INSERT NOW.)

Twogami - THE BEST ENBY. Twogami was such a good character with several layers of tragedy and tbh they’re a major reason why it’s great that no one actually dies in sdr2 besides Nanami. There’s something about not having any identity to call your own so you try to be someone important but like...it’s painfully obvious you aren’t that person because you have strong morals and a good heart which powerful people often don’t have due to detachment and corruption. It’s something I can relate to. And as a character, that they gave their life to protect Komaeda was so heartbreaking. It’s such a good thing Twogami isn’t actually dead! Sadly though we do have issues with the writing because fat character obsessed with food, haha, but... I mean Twogami’s the only one like that in dr and Owari’s the same way for the same reason so I guess it’s not the worst...still iffy though. (Overall opinion is that they’re good! However due to being the first victim, they’re not given a LOT of complexity and what complexity they have doesn’t hold a candle to bby girl Sayaka Maizono but I mean they’re still a good character for what’s there.)

Just URGH Tier

Tanaka - Lmao, unpopular opinion alert but I just don’t think he’s very good! For one thing, he’s kinda...barely there for the longest time. He’s even the only character who has zero speaking lines in the first scene with the entire class. There are at least a few scenes where he contributes very little to the conversation. In general, he has little to offer until about Chapter 4, in which he makes up lies about how totally important he thinks survival is when that wasn’t really a major concern of his before and I’m PRETTY SURE he stole that from Nidai anyway. Super annoying but like, hey. At least that romantic subplot was okay. And, sure, if you like this character type, you could do worse. You could also do better. (Overall opinion is that I like his hamsters but that’s about it.)

Teruteru - He’s absolutely the most loathsome fucker that deserves more shit kicked out of him than any amount of sympathy, bUT... This is about writing, not about likability, and like, he’s written...okay. For one thing, his creepiness isn’t excused nor elaborated on, thank fucking god. But as for what’s actually there, it’s at least something. He’s got actual character traits that could potentially make him interesting, such as his shame about his background despite clearly holding a lot of love for it. Like, that’s a good internal conflict to have. If that was all there was, I’d be pretty partial towards him, especially with his design being very cute. Alas.................... (Overall opinion is that Kamishiro’s better.)

Souda - The comic relief for dgrp tends to be mean-spirited and of the guys, Souda is more comic relief than character so he tends to be a fucking asshole and a creep. It’s a shame because his backstory’s sympathetic but the dude has like, no character arc. He’s just...lucky in that he wasn’t killed. He also kind of forces himself into the social situations, namely with Hinata and Sonia which isn’t really cute when Souda doesn’t treat either of them that well. If you like his character type, eh... You can do much, MUCH better when it comes to bro-y kinda abrasive best dude friends. Again, you can do worse, but those are usually romantic comedies not like...whatever dgrp is. I don’t think I’d say that I hate him though. He’s just frustrating. (Overall opinion is that I think Yosuke Hanamura is more what this character should’ve been like.)

Nidai - I do adore Nidai but it’s so obvious that the writing doesn’t give a shit about him. It’s pretty painful. He’s inconsistently portrayed too, because sometimes he’s a compassionate and surprisingly perceptive guy who encourages others to push past their potential. Other times he’s a bumbling oaf who barely considers others because it’s more comedic. Any depth he could’ve had is often just relegated to shit jokes, figuratively and literally. Even his FTEs are painfully repetitive. Sucks, man. (Overall opinion is...me just sobbing.)

#Magi answers #anonymous #critical #sdr2 spoilers #why did this take me SO LONG #GOD #I just realized that I ranked both jocks at the bottom of these I SWEAR I'M NOT ANTI JOCK

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queerlytical · 3 years

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Unpacking my aversion to cis-het men - 08/12/2020

This is going to be a long one. One I’m quite nervous about posting about even when I’m here anonymously!

Will probably refer to cis-het men as men/guys generally in this post btw. & the ex I refer to here is a guy I was with for 5 years which was an emotionally abusive relationship.

I’ve recently started to challenge my feelings towards cis-het men. Accepting that I have the judgement that all men are basically weak minded by not challenging society as it is (and therefore accepting of all the oppression), and are desperately affected by toxic masculinity.

A small part of my brain knows that’s not true. I have a couple of cis-het male friends who I love and are clearly not like that. But when I think “what would be the problem if I ended up with a man in the future?” the other part of my brain immediately shuts the idea down like “why would you do such a thing?! you only like women, end of story”. Thinking that the guys who are open minded and unpacking their own priveleges/opinions etc. are so few and far between there is probably none left out there for me to meet.

So I decided to challenge this notion. And perhaps there is some underlying internal homophobia conflicting with these thoughts at the same time like “if I just gave men a chance.” or “it would be so much easier to just find a guy who is interested in me” (there is a lot underlying that quote tho - not that many wlw in my area, my personal feelings towards myself as to how cis-het men perceive me).

Along with challenging this notion, I have basically been craving to be dominated and penetrated in the bedroom, with no particular strings attached. The people I’ve slept with this year weren’t great experiences and I just wanted someone to push me around and top me. I know there are women who would gladly do that but the women I tend to date haven’t been like that and I’ve always been more of the top than the bottom. I have never entertained a guy for sex where I have decided for myself that this is what’s going to happen, I’ve always been pursuaded into it (I didn’t learn about consent until the last couple of years, clearly). I wanted to feel that control. I wanted to be the one to say, I’ve decided this this time. And to see, how I would actually feel given that this was something I wanted and not sort of forced onto me.

I changed my Bumble search to include “everyone”. Note that I had also ran out of women in my search radius by this stage so it was just men coming up now. It was interesting. I noticed that there are a lot of guy profiles that are basically the same - “where can you be found after work? the gym” or “what do you quote too much from? the office, US”. Literally after swiping for about 10 minutes I could have written the exact same profile as like 40% of these profiles I was now faced with.

I obviously ended up swiping left for the majority of guy profiles. I paid more attention to the men who had kind eyes, nice smiles, beards (I love a beard strangely enough), and anything interesting in their profile. I struggled to swipe right on white men in particular. I think this makes sense due to:

my ex being white and racist (and I have a tendency to want to get as far as possible from this particular ex),

a close friend who was my only white cis-het friend who then turned out to be a racist tory

my dad who is white, racist and homophobic (not terribly but enough to make me uncomfortable to discuss anything with him).

Plus the general consensus that white cis-het men are the most priveleged in society and they can never understand someone like me, right? Let alone have done any of the unpacking and learning about their own privilege..

I matched with a few guys and had brief conversations with them before getting overwhelmed about messaging people on dating apps (happens whenever I can’t keep on top of messaging like more than one person at a time). There were some okay chats, nothing overly flirty. Some voicenotes which freaked me out a little, not 100% sure why hearing men’s voices so early after speaking to someone online scares me, but it’s probably because I’m not as comfortable sending voicenotes myself.

There was a lot of me saying to myself “what am I doing?! LOLOLOL”

I’m going to talk about one of the guys in particular now. We’ll call him Z. Z’s profile was very minimal, basically just said “ask if you want to know more”. But he had a nice face, lovely smile, and his first picture even looked quite feminine in the face - he has super long eyelashes and due to the lockdown hair he was wearing a hairband.�� He’s Asian (Sikh) like my two closest friends. I have spoken to him more than any of the other matches from Bumble. We don’t really talk much of substance. I told him I’m “basically a lesbian” quite early on and he told me he’d been healing from a long relationship and was now “ready to have some fun”. He didn’t seem particularly phased that I was into women, didn’t say anything cringey like “don’t worry, I’ll turn you” (which is what I used to get when I was younger). This pushed the conversations in a direction where it was kind of agreed that this was all a bit of fun - flirty, sexual.

My first experience with a guy being interested me back in high school eventually turned into a FWB situation so this type of relationship I am used to and basically expect from men.. I’m not particularly bother by this atm but might unpack this some more at some point.

Anyway, as me and Z are just having some fun, I’ve not been vulnerable or told him much about things I care about - I don’t even think he knows my full name. It has actually been a breath of fresh air when I’ve been with people who are too intense for me throughout my dating life. He is very much the kind of person I would never usually interact with too- likes and plays football, hangs with a group of “lads”. I don’t think we have anything in common yet we still manage to chat (albeit with gaps of many hours in between some messages).

What did interest me about Z quite early on in our conversations is that he never said the word “girls”, always “women”. I pointed this out to him and he confirmed he did that on purpose because he wouldn’t want to be referred to as a “boy” and that women deserve the same language used when referencing grown ass women. This sticks in my mind as it definitely broke down one of my mental barriers around men not being able to understand “what’s the big deal”. I think that’s probably why I’ve managed to speak to him for as long as we have. Later on he also mentioned that people “can’t be fat shaming” which surprised me even more. (Does my brain think cis-het men live under a rock or something?!).

We’ve been speaking 3 weeks at this stage. We agreed to meet this weekend. We ended up delaying it from Sunday to last night (Monday) because he was tired from a busy weekend and “wanted to give me the full experience”. Surprisingly this didn’t make me super cringe. I think I was probably more relieved to delay it another day as I was pretty nervous about how it would go, my head overthinking like - what if we have nothing to talk about? what if he comes all this way and I change my mind (as I am of course allowed to)? what if he’s a catfish and hurts me? etc. etc. I don’t overthink this much when I date women.

So he was on his way. I was running in circles getting ready like “WHAT AM I DOING?!!!”. I had some rum to take the edge off and played the piano anxiously while he was on the way as something to take my mind off thinking about what was about to happen.

He arrived. He was who he said he was. He was the person who was in his pictures. He was slightly slimmer than I expected but that was just the angles that his pictures were taken in. It wasn’t awkward. I poured us a drink and we sat on the sofa and chatted for a couple of hours. He talked a lot, I hardly got a word in edgeways. I didn’t mind as it put me at ease that there was no awkward silences.

We finished our drinks. I hadn’t left the heating on in my lounge so it had gotten quite cold.. I got closer to him. Then we kissed. It was nice. I love kissing anyone who’s a good kisser no matter their gender. The excitement of the whole situation turned me on and we took it to my bedroom.

I struggled to look at him naked although when I did, I didn’t feel strange like I thought I would. Obviously there is nothing wrong with the male form, I just haven’t seen a dude naked in my bedroom for years and when I was younger I used to tell myself I had phallophobia.. The sex was pretty much what I was looking for. He didn’t bring a condom though which didn’t annoy me loads in the moment, despite him saying “I prefer without but ok” to which I replied “I don’t know where you’ve been” *eye roll*. I thankfully had my own condoms (my stash usually for making dental dams, yno) but after I was kind of thinking to myself like “who the fuck goes to have casual sex with someone and doesn’t bring a condom when they have a penis?!”. I didn’t even let my ex bare-back me let alone some random dude.

Anyway, I did it. Consensual sex was better than any sex I had with my ex (not surprising). He didn’t make me climax but it felt good (sex isn’t goal orientated for me but I know it was for him, as I assume it is with most men). We held each other and chatted naked for a while after. I think he wanted round 2 but I’m not sure I could have handled it. He left relatively promptly after and I felt.. content.

I think I got what I wanted out of the experience. It definitely boosted my confidence. I’m not sure if I’ll see him again yet. I definitely still feel very queer and mostly into women, I missed boobs a lot (like what do het-women hold onto?).

Part of me is like “okay next step is to see what it would be like to go on a romantic date with a guy” - something I have never ever done. I don’t think I’ve been interested in it in the past (since growing up that is). I can’t even imagine what it would be like because I would probably just treat them as my friend and have no clue how to flirt (if I even wanted to flirt). But there are many conflicting thoughts about dating men romantically - what if it’s a success? I’d end up feeling disowned by my new queer friends or judged by them, or what if I hurt someone? how will dating guys impact how I feel about my own queerness?? I just settled back into my queer identity and now it feels I’m going backwards again.

I am definitely enjoying this new side to me that doesn’t take dating seriously and being comfortable that I don’t want a relationship right now and that’s okay! I am continually learning about myself and trying to breakdown my own barriers so I can be my most true authentic self. I’m having fun, and doing what’s best for me. Which is a complete u-turn on the person I was less than a few years ago who just wanted to please everyone and was so depressed and burnt out doing so.

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readerficsbyhyaku · 4 years

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On the verge of broken dreams (Hop x Reader) Part 2

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Okay so this may be slow burn-ish. I’m the most impatient fuck but i had a great idea for this story so, in the event i actually finish it, it should be cool. Btw you can follow me/bookmark this on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hyaku . Makes it easier to read all the chapters too.

The next day, you were up early to prepare for your match against Leon. As time went by, you felt your stomach begin to coil into knots, tension building up steadily inside you. When you changed into your gym uniform, you weren’t sure what scared you the most. Was is losing, and that all you had done up until now would be worthless ? Or was it winning and making all that Leon had done until now voided ? Thinking about Leon losing was a crazy thought in itself, but thinking about what consequences that would have was far more terrifying.

And it didn’t help that Leon looked so alike to Hop, you couldn’t help but be reminded of how you had robbed your best friend of his goal in life. But for the sake of everybody cheering you in the stadium, your mom rooting for you at home, your Pokémons, your friends… You had to battle with all your might. You couldn’t half-ass it right now.

You sighed while checking your shoelaces were nicely tied. It wasn’t use torturing yourself about it right now. Leon was undefeated after all, you might as well be just another pebble on his throne of victory.

As the stadium staff told you it was your turn to get onto the pitch, the ball in your stomach became unbelievably heavy. The dozen steps you had to take in the small tunnel under the rows of seats seemed to stretch like gum, your legs feeling numb and wobbly. But against all odds, you managed to emerge into the blazing lights of Wyndon Stadium and walked up to the center of it. In front of you, Leon was doing the same, the widest smile on his face and an absolutely confident demeanor.

There was no way you could beat him, right ?

He grinned at you, saying that he was excited to battle you, that you were promising and such, but his words were drowning in the tension and the cries of everybody around. Then he removed his cape in a swift movement and the battle began.

If you were bedazzled by the atmosphere of the champion fight at first, muscle memory came back after a few instants and your Pokémon synced in with you perfectly. You didn’t have the best or most optimal team by type standards, but you had Pokémon you loved and they gave it back to you tenfold. You could trust them to take a hard hit and still stand up, to fight until the end and then a bit more. Where sometimes you felt in a pinch or at loss for action, your friends compensated by going all in and brute forcing the opposite team with an energy you’d rarely seen before.

And, at last, you were up against Leon’s Charizard. While the orange dragon looked nothing too impressive in his normal form, that was bound to change when the champion gigantamaxed him. Looming over the field, the enormous reptile taunted your whole team. So you did the same, sending one of your Pokémon to dynamax. It wasn’t as flashy as Leon’s throw and transformation, but you found your Pokémon to be way cooler.

Picking one of Charizard’s weaknesses, you ordered your attack but the big dragon was faster. And even if your Pokémon wasn’t weak to fire per se, it hit him, hard. Charizard was in no better shape though, and looking up at your Pokémon, you mouthed a silent “sorry”. You couldn’t draw him out before the next attack, and he knew that if he avoided this one, it would fall on another teammate. So he toughened up and waited for your orders, head held high. Charizard scorched the battlefield again, and your Pokémon fainted in a gigantic explosion of dynamax energy and fire, retreating immediately to his Pokéball.

“You did great” you muttered while choosing who was going next.

Charizard only had one turn in Gigantamax left, so you chose another tough Pokémon that should be able to withstand at least one hit. Just one. You sent your pick next, and it was then that you realized you were one hit close to beating Leon. The undefeatable champion.

Staring at him across the field, you saw sweat dripping on his brow, and his usually wide, beaming eyes were now looking very concentrated, and maybe worried. He was down to his last Pokémon, which hadn’t happened in a long time. His eyebrows were frowned, and his hand hovered to his Pokéball belt in a protective manner.

Your heart ached again, being reminded how you had already broken Hop, and were possibly about to do the same to his brother. Your mind raced and you almost wanted to give up. You didn’t want to beat him, did you ? You wanted to… but you didn’t want to rob him of his future. There was no way you could see Leon as something else than the champion of Galar, and the one Hop was looking up to.

Your eyes wandered into the public and on the front row, you saw Sonia, Marnie, all the gym leaders and… Hop. Hop was there, cheering but you couldn’t hear what he was screaming. Even from the distance, your gazes met, and Hop seemed to smile even wider. Your stomach flipped upside down, hair standing up on the back of your neck. Was he cheering you ? Baffled, you pointed at yourself while wearing the most puzzled expression, and Hop started waving like crazy and jumping around.

You couldn’t let him down a second time.

The ball in your gut having nestled in your throat, you croakily order your Pokémon to attack one last time, and this time he’s faster than Charizard. You almost don’t see the two creatures collide and then Leon’s Pokémon is out in an explosion. And he has not one more to spare.

The public roars louder than you’ve ever heard and for a moment it blanks out every other sensation or thought in your body. You can see Leon hiding his face with his cap, something you’ve never seen him do before. The sound gradually dies down as the public waits for a speech from their new champion, but you can’t move a finger.

Hopefully, Leon saves you once more and pulls you into a hug. You’re thankful he did, because your legs wouldn’t have held you much longer. You wrap your arms around him and try very hard to keep the tears at bay, your arms trembling and your head feeling fuzzy like a Cottonee. Leon finally pulls away and says, a mix of sadness and joy in his voice

“I’m so glad I battled you. It was one of the best matches I ever had.”

Then he grabs your hand to raise it high in the sky and claims

“Galar, you have a new Champion !!”

And the public screams again, a thunderous sound that shakes the walls of the stadium and almost makes you fall.

After waving and smiling a few times, maybe uttering a few thank yous, you retreat to your locker room, still stunned.

You’re the champion. You have beaten Leon. Was it the right choice, though ? You didn’t really have any other…

You felt too exhausted to change, and Leon had given you his big cape “For the time being”. You didn’t quite listen to him, so either he was willing to take back his title, or it was for the time your official champion uniform took to be made. Either way, it made you feel safer, and if everything was too much you could just curl up under it and forget about the world, and what a horrible person you were.

Moving out of the locker room, you were assaulted by a crowd of reporters and people calling your name, asking you questions, going as far as grabbing your hands, your clothes, touching you. You smiled weakly while tugging the cape closer to you, and then the crowd parted a bit. You saw Hop rush towards you and literally jump onto you.

“You did it, mate !!!” he exclaimed while giving you the biggest, tightest hug you ever felt from him.

His eyes were gleaming, his smile was the widest, and he couldn’t stay in place. He looked so happy for you but you couldn’t help but think he should’ve been in your place.

You wanted to tell him how much you were sorry, how bad you felt, how you didn’t deserve any of this. Maybe you wanted him to be mad at you, just a little bit, so you wouldn’t feel like such a fraud. But the words were stuck in your throat, your head spinning because of the amount of people around you.

So you did the next logical thing : you grabbed Hop and ran into one of the elevators that were inside the lobby, and ordered the doors to be closed. Pressing a random floor button, you sighed as the sound of the crowd grew lower and thinner. Hop was taken aback, staring at you with a puzzled look.

“Hop, I’m so sorry !”

You grabbed him by the shoulders, to anchor you and not run away rather than the other way round. The words spilled from your mouth and there was nothing to stop them.

“I’ve done it again… I’ve taken Leon’s dream after taking yours, I’m the worst.”

You felt the ball starting to rise again, much quicker, and your voice cracked and shivered.

“I tried to find a way out. I wanted to stop it, to give up, to say I didn’t want to be the champion. I would’ve done anything, anything. You should’ve been the one facing him, Hop”

Your voice broke as you said his name and you couldn’t say anything more, tears threatening to spill over.

Hop called your name gently a few times, until you rose your head to look at him, eyes glistening.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s not your fault I couldn’t get to battle Leon, if it was anyone’s fault it was mine. And you did a great job today, don’t let anyone tell you you’re not worthy of being the champion.”

While he was saying that, he was rubbing gentle circles onto your shoulders to ease up the tension, and was giving you a very soft smile. His eyes were proud yet muddled with worry, and you felt another pang of guilt in your heart. You made him worry…

“As for Leon, I’m sure he’ll deal with it. If he was scared of losing his title, he wouldn’t endorse anyone. He looked like he was having fun, he’ll get over it.”

You stared into his eyes as he tried to reason and calm you. You wanted to believe him so much. You wanted to push all the terrible thoughts you held for yourself far, far away.

Even if he wasn’t your rival anymore, you still felt some yearning for him. There was something drawing you to him and in this instant, you wanted to stay like this forever. Just you and him, holding him and being held. His voice telling you that everything would be okay, soft whispers to soothe the turbulent emotions inside of you.

The elevator slowed down and you realized you were back to the ground floor, the sound of the reporters getting stronger again. You heard a small ding, and knew the doors would open soon.

Hop seemed to be lost in the same reverie as you, his stare gliding over your features, hands a bit firmer, stronger onto your shoulders. His long lashes fluttered when his gaze lowered and you wanted to see him do it again.

The doors started to open with a low hiss and, by Arceus, you wanted to slam the button to close the door so hard. You wanted this instant to last just a bit longer before being caught in the whirlpool of reality again so much. But you couldn’t. As the doors revealed the crowd to you and you to the crowd, the moment was over and Hop’s hand quickly fell from your body as he stared at the horde of fans, a bit intimidated.

As you went out of the elevator, you smiled at the crowd and signed autographs, and when one of the nosiest journalists asked what you were doing with your rival, you answered

“Hop is my friend, and will always be. He is my friend before being my rival, and I’m his friend before being the Champion. The fact that I have won changes nothing, as we both fought with all we had.”

You at least wanted to make things a little bit right for him. This wouldn’t erase anything, but you wanted him to know… you would’ve done anything for him.

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hollandsmushroom · 5 years

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Can you please do a Calum smut with 44, 48 and 60. I love your writing btw it’s amazing x

SMUT

44. “Not here, there are people everywhere,”, 48. “I don’t bend that way,”, 60. “I need you,”

Let me know what you think!

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If you don’t like it ask again and I would be more than happy to re-write it for you!

Being Cal’s partner you got dragged to many events, well dragged isn’t exactly the right word, coerced, maybe bribed, given a prize afterwards, usually having to do with something mutually beneficial and satisfying to the both of you . Today was one of the said events, sitting in a tight and thoroughly uncomfortable outfit that was cut low, your chest being exposed to world, a aspect of the garment that Calum had noticed very quickly, his eyes immediately being drawn to the exposed flesh on your sternum. The gala was boring, as to be expected, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there its just that when you were there you always felt so out of place and like you didn’t deserve to be there, that is why it usually took Cal some convincing to get you to join him and with the promise of some fun later and the perk of supporting the man you loved you almost always ended up going.

The boys had already played their set, the crowd having roared for their collective and individual talent, your claps being especially enthusiastic in some sort of attempt to project your love with the movement. Though you loved the rest of the boys, your eyes had a tendency to stay glued to the bassist when they preformed, the way he would spin in circle or how he was always bobbing his head with the beat, the look of pure joy that would take over his soft features always had and always would cause your heart to flutter and today was no different. They had all rushed off the stage after the performance, Calum running to you eagerly and capturing your lips with his in a kiss, this was not out of the ordinary for him, playing gave him such a rush that he loved to have somewhere to put it and that was usually you, but Cal not being super big on PDA would usually keep it restricted to just being in front of the boys and a couple crew members. You expected him to do what he usually does, love on you when you were in relative privacy and return to his normal behavior when you returned to the main part of the event, but it turns out the you assumed wrong. As soon as you sat back down at your table he grabbed the back of your chair and scooted you towards him forming a little bench with his seat and yours. His hand rested on your thigh as you sat together tracing patterns against the fabric coated flesh setting sparks up your leg and into your core, trying to ignore the feeling of his hand taunting you with touch, you focused on the speech the was being performed from the podium of the stage. His fingers started inching closer to your burning core as it slipped underneath your dress.

“Not here, there are people everywhere,” you hissed, trying to hide the need in your voice, you wanted him bad but you were trying so hard not to give in. Calum leaned over to you, his lush lips brushing against the column of your neck as he rasped lightly into your ear.

“Oh baby, I know we are in public but I need you,” he nipped at you ear lobe, “Now,” his hand made the final ascent to your core, tracing your folds through your panties as he did. You were losing your composure by the second, you knew that your panties had a wet spot on them because every time that Cal brushed over your entrance he would apply pressure. His lips were remaining on your neck, nipping every once in a while before humming into your flesh, “Please baby, please,” he was begging at this point, Calum doesn’t beg, you knew he was desperate and at this point so were you.

“Fine,” you spoke in a hushed tone, standing up from your seat and smoothing out your dress, your sudden movement making the rest of the people look at you.

“I-I’m not feeling to good,” you explained before hurrying off in the direction of the bathroom.

“I am going to go make sure that they are ok,” Cal lied as he followed quickly after the toile of your dress that was flying through the rows of seats. The two of your reached the sanctuary and privacy of the bathroom.

Calum’s lips immediately returned to their earlier position of your neck as he pushed you against the back of the door, your head hitting the door with a light thud, your mouth was agape as you let out short puffs of breath trying not to moan at the pleasure of his hands roaming your body, the settled on your ass, squeezing it in his large hands. His lips were traveling downwards to the exposed flesh of your sternum leaving sloppy kisses in his wake, doing his best to not suck super noticeable marks do to your being in public.

“Baby, you have been driving me crazy in this dress of yours,” he mumbled as he bit down on your breast that he had freed from the constraints of fabric, your hands moving to his hair and tugging on it from the roots eliciting a deep moan to me absorbed my your chest, “Here,” he removed your hand from his hair and brought it down to his crotch, laying your palm across his vinyl covered hard on, “Thats the effect you have on me,” you outlined him through his pants with your finger before squeezing him a couple of times, a growl escaping his swollen lips, drowning out the sound of metal on metal from you dragging his zipper down, slipping a hand into his pants, inside his boxers, holding his throbbing cock in your hand, you felt the vein the was popping out from the side pulse as you rubbed your finger over his tip, spreading the precum that was oozing from the slit all over his shaft. This time it was him throwing his head back in pleasure, pulling his lips from your chest, leaving a wet red mark that he had just been working on, on your chest. Blindly he pushed the two of you away form the wall and tumbled over to the surprisingly dry counter of the sink, hooking his hands beneath the rounds of your ass and boosting you so that you were just barely on the edge of the counter, spreading your legs wide to gain access to your heat causing you to wince.

“Nuh uh lover boy, I don’t bend that way,” you chastised both playfully and desperately.

“Fuck, fine then,” he muttered, pulling you off the counter and turning you around, bending you over so his crotch was to your arse. Trailing his hand from the back of your knee, where the hem of your dress was, all the way up to your lower back, the bunched up fabric over your dress in his grasp leaving your ass exposed for his hungry eyes. He tugged your panties down your legs as he did the same to his pants and boxers, his cock springing free and slapping up against his clothed stomach, taking himself in his hand he pumped his cock a few times before lining up at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his dick, gathering your juices on him driving himself arguably more crazy that he was you.

“Ready, Love,” he asked to which you vigorously nodded your head in consent, no sooner than your head moved in a affirmative motion was his cock balls deep inside of your, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the tiled room as he harshly thrusted in and out of you. His hips bucking into you a. You bite your lip in attempt to suppress the moans that wanted to escape, but Cal took notice to your odd silence.

“Oh is baby trying to be quiet?” he taunted, “Well then stop it,” he gave an especially hard thrust, slapping your butt lightly, “You know how much I like hearing how good I make you feel, come on baby, who is making you feel this good,” you caved quicker than you thought you would but you were a sucker for the mewls and moans he made when you told him how good he was making you feel.

“Oh fuck Cal, you feel so good,” you panted, “So big, you make me feel so good, baby,” this spurred him on even more than your silence had, his hips rutting violently into you as he reached a hand around front of you and started toying with your clit. “Oh, oh, Calum, oh fuck, fuck, Cal, s-so good,” your words were coming out as mumbles and jumbles of syllables.

“You close baby, you gonna cum for me, you gonna cum around my cock like a good babe,”

“Oh, fuck Cal,” was the last coherent thing you said before it all came undone, your walls pulsing around him as you came harshly, the clench of your muscles around him driving him to his orgasm, shooting his cum deep inside of you until there was nothing left, the both of you having rode out your highs together. He pulled you of you, tugging your panties back up your legs and pulling your dress down to cover your bottom again, he then tucked himself back into his boxers and re-zipped his pants. You turned to face him.

“How do I look?” you questioned as you returned your breast to its place inside your dress.

“Oh baby, you look thoroughly fucked,” he grinned leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to your swollen red lips, “I love you,” he whispered into your mouth before he opened the door to the bathroom and with your hand in his guided the two of you back to your table.

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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My dude, my buddy, my guy, my gal, my pal. Please yeet more of this daemon AU at me, I'm super interested in this whole idea and would love to hear more, how do all of the daemons interact with each other?? What are the little quirks shared between daemon and human?? Did any of them have a phase where they couldn't stand their daemon?? Did Vanya's owl claw out Leonard's eyes when the truth came out?? How exactly would they find out that Five's daemon didn't settle?? I'm living for this AU now

oh i am SO ready for more daemon au are you kidding here we go starting with some NAMES because all good ocs need names and while the first post was mainly for just saying what animal is what now i can develop it into a full au and no one can stop me

So the kids and their daemons share a name for most of their lives, they’re both just,, one or two and so on. But when they get names they run into the roadblock of “do our daemons get the same names as us??” and realize that their one (1) example of a human/daemon relationship is their dad he his daemon doesn’t share his name so… probably not. But he only ordered Grace to give the human in the relationship a name so it’s up to their what their daemons names will be

I’m thinking Luther probably gave his daemon a space themed name because he’s my good space boy so I’m going to name his daemon Andromeda after the galaxy !! I think she would have wanted a somewhat regal sounding name because she tries really hard to model herself after Reggie’s daemon, who is the very definition of regal. Luther calls her Dromeda or Drom for short occasionally

Diego’s daemon HMMM i’m gonna say Valencia, Val for short because that means brave and I think it would be important to Diego to have a defender of some kind and they both would want so desperately to be brave bless their hearts

oh man i am absolutely naming Allison’s daemon Amraphel which means “one that speaks of secrets” and Allison calls him Raph for short and he’s still lazy and I still love him a whole lot

Klaus’s daemon i’m admittedly a bit stuck on but i’m gonna call them Rowan because it’s a tree that symbolizes life and courage and as some very fearful kids with death powers I think they’d appreciate it. Rowan is nonbinary btw (”are you a girl or a boy” “i’m made of fucking dust why does it matter”)

I named Five’s daemon Pancha because I like it and I feel like naming her Quinque, which is Five in Latin, would be way obvious because if you think Reggie didn’t make these kids learn an archaic dead language because he’s a pretentious ass then you’re probably wrong so yes Pancha it is and when the kids figure out it’s literally the number five in another language they’re going to throw a fit

Ben’s daemon is named Tamaya which means in the center literally just because they’re in the middle of two planes of existence and one is full of monsters and also because i like the name Tama as well so this is really two birds with one stone and no one can stop me

and finally Vanya’s daemon is named Pollux for exactly no reason other than because I say so and it sounds like it could be a name for a daemons from the books which i was trying very hard for the aesthetic with all the names but it’s been so long since i’ve read them oops

ALRIGHT with that over with i can actually yell about them which i’m putting under the cut because this is going to be long as FUCK

so how the daemons interact with each other… I’m probably going to leave out Tamaya for most just bc most of them don’t know that she survived Ben’s death for like,, a really long time in the fic i have half planned in my head

SO i already mentioned Andromeda is kind of a stick in the mud and unimpressed with her siblings shenanigans. She tries really hard to emulate their dad/their dad’s daemon but doesn’t have the control on her temper that she should. She’s blunt and says what she’s thinking, she doesn’t really care about the fact that daemons don’t usually speak to people that aren’t their own and she’ll boss everyone around given the chance tbh

She doesn’t get along with Val at all and there’s a lot of posturing between the two especially after they both settle. Generally she’s dismissive but occasionally she taunts Val with the fact that she settled as something that protects against wolves, and that clearly Val is too wild to ever amount to much. Val hits right back calling her and Luther “Dad’s obedient little dogs” and just generally when you have Luther and Diego going at one another Drom and Val are only half a step behind them

She gets along well with Raph and often carries him around when Allison calls him lazy and refuses to do it. Despite that thought Raph is like,, super muscular and strong and he’s a bigass snake, Drom used to carry him into position during missions and let’s just say they were a solid interrogation team with Drom’s teeth and Raph literally squeezing information out of people when necessary (though he can always rumor people just like Allison, he’s not fond of doing it and calls it cheating because he’s a contrary bastard). He tends to help immobilizing people and their daemons and is used as a restraint a lot until their people with thumbs can come along with rope or something

Andromeda and Rowan do NOT get along, mainly because Rowan is pretty vocal about the fact that their dad fucked them up and has no respect. Some of it also comes from the fact that Andromeda is a little jealous of Rowan’s grace as a cat because their dad’s fox daemon is exceptionally graceful and regal. But generally Andromeda ignores Rowan or growls at him, she’s never physically laid a paw on him outside of sparring until that scene with drunk and depressed Luther though

Andromeda,, also doesn’t really get along with Pancha either. It has a lot to do with the fact that as kids Pancha was constantly shifting where Drom would keep a form and stick to it. She would often tell Pancha that one day she’d settle well lmao jokes on her. Pancha used to frequently insults Drom’s intelligence and has called her a “dumb mutt” before but upon return those insults have been conspicuously absent for ALL the siblings. Five still has a fairly venomous tongue, but Pancha keeps her silence.

Andromeda and Pollux don’t have a relationship, simple as that. She ignores Pollux’s existence, even when the other daemon attempts to interact with her. She basically assumes their father is correct in Vanya’s uselessness and as such doesn’t care all that much about either of them. To be fair Pollux has learned from their childhood and doesn’t interact with Andromeda much either, and even when Vanya attempts to like,, call Luther out Pollux keeps his silence.

Val doesn’t like Andromeda and isn’t afraid to show it, bristling and snarling. Val actually settled first of the two of them (a point of pride), and some part of her is a little hurt that Drom turned into a dog that protects a pack from wolves and took it personally as Luther’s literal soul saying that he didn’t see Diego and her as part of the pack.

Her and Raph don’t really talk a lot but they have a lot of relatable sibling-eye-contact moments over their family being dumb shits and whenever Andromeda wasn’t available it was Val who would carry Raph so they’re actually closer to one another than their people are. Raph firmly refuses to get between any argument of Drom and Val’s and would 100% rumor them apart when they were all kids because Raph was Sick Of Their Shit™ despite his general distaste for rumoring

Val and Rowan get along pretty well actually, Rowan frequently hops up to ride on her back like they’re the captain of a furry wolf shaped ship and Val allows it even though she thinks they’re a little shit. Rowan used to hide behind Val from Reggie and his daemon and Val might still have a lot of protective pack instincts that she showers on them because they allow it. Val may or may not be 90% of the reason that Diego just sighs and lets Klaus tag along whenever, though Diego and Val often disagree on how to handle the Klaus/Rowan situation since Val wants to kidnap them both and keep them safe in their boiler room while Diego is of the firm belief that Klaus is a big boy now and they aren’t responsible for him.

Val thought Pancha was a mischievous little shit when they were kids as the other daemon would frequently jump wherever she pleased. Val isn’t surprised when Pancha “settles” as a hare since they’re associated with tricksters and are more solitary and independent and tougher than their rabbit counterparts. She’s super worried about Pancha when she arrived back with Five though, since the other daemon is far more withdrawn and look daemons are representations of someone’s soul they can’t lie - Five can put on a tough act all he likes but Pancha’s behavior is pretty clearly off and she looks at all of them like she’s seeing ghosts. Val is the one to carry Pancha back after the shrapnel incident, swearing because she knew she should have been suspicious that Five was carrying Pancha when she’d always hated being carried when they were kids

Val doesn’t particularly care for Pollux and is actually mildly uneasy around him. There’s just something… off about the other daemon. It raises Val’s hackles even if she doesn’t know why, and she doesn’t figure it out until after the fact that the reason she was wary of Pollux is literally because on some level she recognized the chains on him via the medication and was repulsed even though it wasn’t Pollux’s fault. She’s trying to be better after the fact with him.

I’m making myself so sad about Pollux right now tbh he deserves so much better than what he’s got but moving on

Raph is honestly the chillest daemon with everyone else’s daemon. No one has beef with Raph. Like, they might have beef with Allison, but not with Raph which might be why Allison and Raph are probably the least in sync out of the siblings with their daemon actually outside of Vanya. Raph loves Andromeda who carries him places and doesn’t mind him winding up on her because she’s warm.

Raph considers Val to be his bitchface pal and they bond over their people being stupid. Honestly Raph just wants to sleep for the most part. But legit though Allison and Raph need an intervention for them never being on the same page I think Raph might resent Allison leaving to become a star and he’s the one that dislikes using their power and constantly advised against using it so he might, on some level, blame Allison for them losing Claire (and Allison wonders if the stereotype against snake daemons played a role and sort of blames him) and honestly their relationship is a fucking mess

Raph and Rowan are chill, they’re bros, they know what they’re about. Raph thinks Rowan’s sense of humor is fucking hilarious and they’re both sleepy bitches (Rowan is a cat they knows what they’re about regarding catnaps) so they napped together a lot when everyone was under the same roof. They’re at an unspoken truce regarding the drug issue because unlike the rest of the family Raph actually listens when Rowan explains about their power being the fucking worst and having to numb it down after Raph offers to rumor them to get clean. But yeah like Allison and Klaus don’t hang out much but Raph and Rowan are bros.

I said Raph gets along with p much everyone but he’s not super close with Pancha simply because she was constantly on the move and shifting every other minute as kids back when everyone was unsettled like she was constantly itching to get out of her own skin. Like, Pancha’s thing is moving and being quick and honestly Raph is a little surprised she didn’t settle as a bird daemon the way she flits about. Raph being lazy, they didn’t see much of one another but he was always up for a conversation when Pancha calmed down enough or exhausted herself. He likes her, he just thinks she’s exhausting. He’s much more concerned for her after she gets back from the apocalypse though.

Raph and Pollux kind of,, also don’t have a big relationship tbh. There’s just something about Pollux that makes Raph uneasy, but he’s a chill dude and is probably one of the closest to Pollux after Pancha. Sometimes when Raph would be going slithering through the house, Pollux would sit upon his back and chill as they both went to whatever destination. Raph does think it’s a little weird that Pollux doesn’t fly considering he’s, you know, a bird, but he doesn’t press the issue (which he regrets, later). But overall he’s not nearly as interested in mending bridges with Vanya as Allison is since there’s still that something that prevents him from fully liking Pollux. But as the plot progresses he warms up to the idea more and more without realizing that the reason he’s warming is because they stopped taking the drugs hmm

Rowan doesn’t get along with Andromeda but they’re pretty chill with everyone else’s daemons. They get surprisingly protective of their siblings and even though Klaus isn’t great in a fight pre-Vietnam, Rowan isn’t afraid to flash their claws when necessary. The biggest reason they got kidnapped is because Hazel’s daemon didn’t come to the firefight in the manor and they weren’t willing to break the taboo on touching a human when it seemed like the primary objective was to take Klaus not to kill him. They ended up regretting it for the torture scene though oof.

Rowan loves Val a whole lot and likes trying to groom her and they 100% climb up on Val’s back when they feel like being lazy. Rowan is a self proclaimed dog person though they often say that there are always exceptions and eye Andromeda but this comes up again with Dave and his australian cattle dog daemon where, when they meet, Rowan blurts out that they’re a dog person and Dave’s daemon snorts in laughter considering that Klaus’s daemon is literally a cat. He is the personification of ‘cat person’ his soul is a cAT.

I already yelled about Rowan and Raph being nap buds, they like Raph because he’s never judged them and just accepts that they know their powers well enough to know what does and doesn’t work

Rowan and Pancha actually get along weirdly well?? Like, Rowan can be off the walls crazy at times as you know cats get that simply zest for life and just go fucking nuts for a while before going back to sleep?? so Rowan is actually one of the few of the siblings daemons who could keep up with her when they were kids and Pancha was the last of them unsettled. There was a minor freak out where they didn’t see Pancha at first when Five popped out of the portal which prompted the whole “does anyone else see little number five” comment bc ghosts don’t have daemons but then Pancha popped up and Rowan was so fuCKING RELIEVED and continuously prodded at Klaus to follow either Diego or Five because they want to hang out with Val and Pancha

The only one of the siblings daemons who knows that Tamaya is still alive. She doesn’t speak almost at all, only rarely talking to Klaus but she talks a little more to Rowan. Tamaya is usually curled up in Klaus’s pockets or general clothing but there have been a few occasions where she rides on Rowan’s shoulders or goes off on her own for a little while (those are the occasions where Ben’s ghost also goes off for a little while, neither Klaus nor Rowan question where they go). Tamaya also occasions hides in Klaus’s room instead of accompanying them places. During the kidnapping she nibbles through Klaus’s restraints and allows him to escape a little more easily since no one expects an unaccompanied daemon, haven’t decided yet how this impacts the whole Patch dying situation

Rowan doesn’t really talk to Pollux and Pollux doesn’t talk to them, though Rowan does care about Pollux. Rowan is the most easygoing with Pollux because honestly being high means that they don’t notice Pollux’s strangeness on the same level as the others and will often direct comments towards the owl daemon. Pollux rarely responds, however.

Pancha time!! I love Pancha she’s a ball of nervous energy and can’t sit still half the time. As a kid she was constantly shifting between animals like she would run across a room and be five different animals in the time it took her to get to the other end, just always restless. She and Five kept each other sane in the apocalypse - I haven’t decided whether Dolores exists in this au and if she does would she get a stuffed animal daemon?? Decisions decisions. She’s changed a LOT from the Pancha that the others remember and is noticeably a lot more quiet and standoffish, but also she fades into the background where as a kid she was constantly bursting to the foreground and demanding attention. She looks at them all like they’re ghosts and will flinch when addressed sometimes even by other daemons. The others can sense there’s something just a little bit off about her but attribute that to the trauma (eventually though it comes out that Pancha is still unsettled and that explains it)

Pancha never got along with Andromeda and they butted heads a lot before Pancha left. Pancha’s a smartass daemon alongside her person so would frequently insult Andromeda’s intelligence or go off plan because she thought of something better and would frequently yell for Andromeda to ‘adapt!’ because that was her biggest criticism. Her fluidly changing from one form to another depending on the situation was her calling card for adapting and Andromeda would always growl that one day Pancha would have to settle and Pancha would shrug it off. As adults they still don’t really see eye to eye though Pancha has noticeably softened towards Andromeda. She doesn’t call the other daemon a dumb mutt anymore and in fact doesn’t insult any of the others at all.

Pancha liked irritating Val when they were kids but still got along reasonably well with her. Now that they’re back, Val is noticeably more protective of her family and Pancha is included with that. There are a couple of moments where Val bores holes into Pancha’s head to try and telepathically ask if the hare is okay that Pancha doesn’t respond to. When Five and Pancha are drunk off their asses, Val is the one who carries Pancha even though Luther is carrying Five. She insisted. She also carried Pancha home after the shrapnel injury and curled around her on the bed absolutely FURIOUS that someone dared to hurt her sibling. Pancha says some things while drunk that break Val’s heart, and Pancha never protests the coddling unlike Five. She doesn’t lean into it, but she doesn’t protest it.

Pancha and Raph aren’t close but Pancha likes the other daemon regardless because he never did pry into her business and showed her how to do cool tricks as a snake after he settled and she didn’t. Raph never made comments about her being the last to settle unlike most of the others (even though Ben and Vanya only ever mentioned it kindly).

Pancha and Rowan are bros though Pancha disapproves of Rowan drugging themself to keep the powers at bay and always expresses that they have faith that Rowan will learn to control them one day. Honestly Rowan finds it kind of nice even if Pancha disapproves because at least she disapproves because she 100% believes in them instead of being disapproving for disapproval’s sake. Pancha expresses that even drugged Rowan is one of the most observant of their siblings. Rowan worries about her after she comes back and keeps trying to convince Klaus to go after Five, but Five has a very venomous tongue and Klaus is delicate no matter how much Rowan figures it’s just a defense mechanism since Pancha doesn’t echo the sentiments. Rowan is worried about Five as well. Rowan is just worried :(

Pancha is the only one in the family who loves Pollux and actively seeks the other daemon out. She knows something isn’t right, but instead of being repulsed finds herself delighted at the mystery and assumes that the ‘wrongness’ is why Pollux doesn’t fly. Before Pancha jumped to the apocalypse, she kept trying to teach Pollux how to fly by shifting into various birds but it never did stick.

Yeah though Pollux is a daemon that really unnerves other daemons because they can tell something is terribly wrong even if they can’t quite put their finger on what. Pollux and Vanya don’t really communicate either and get second place in the “our human/daemon relationship is super messed up” after Allison and Raph.

Pollux doesn’t really speak. To anyone. Especially after Five and Pancha vanish. He’s just,, not really all the way there to be honest. He goes where Vanya does but does precious little, often standing as still as a statue on his perch until moved again. Sometimes he’ll interact with other daemons but not usually by speaking - he’s sat on Raph’s back or tugged at Andromeda’s fur to get her attention or silently stood in someone’s way but seriously for the most part he’s somewhat catatonic.

After they go off the meds he starts perking up again and speaks for the first time in years to Leonard/Harold and his skua daemon. He actually does have a personality, but he’s been suppressed for so long that he’s still figuring himself out alongside Vanya tbh

As the White Violin his colors switch and instead of being brown with white spots as a spotted owl he becomes white with brown spots. He also is constantly flying while they’re using their powers, flapping and keeping himself aloft roughly above Vanya’s head, half suspended by their own power. As they figure out control, they eventually realize that it’s Pollux who can direct their sound based attacks with his wings and if Vanya tries to go alone it’s uncontrolled like the attack on the trucker dudes without the focus of her violin. They have to work together to control Vanya’s powers, and it’s difficult because they genuinely don’t really have much of a relationship or know each other very well since they’ve been sedated since Vanya was like, four years old

this post is already so so long so i’ll cut it off here probably but yeAH there’s probably a scene where Pollux attacks Leonard/Harold’s daemon and claws her eye out and there’s a translated wound on Leonard because that’s how daemons work and then they both get fucked up by Vanya and Pollux’s powers/knife storm thing

(Pollux isn’t as angry as Vanya is, truthfully. He’s just… tired. He’s so tired. Vanya wants to end the world in her fury. Pollux wants to end it just so everything… stops.)

but yes please keep asking me questions about this au i’m living for it i love these dumb idiots and their daemons

(still need to come up names for the background character daemons, there’s a part of my mind whispering don’t you fucking dare name reginald’s daemon regina soul i swear to fuck so that’s a thing - i’ll also take suggestions for background character daemon names as well!! it was hard enough coming up with these losers)

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wtcddy · 5 years

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aight let’s get this show on the road. hey, i’m amy ! i play teddy, who is an actual nightmare person with lil to no conscience, and he’s definitely like...a messy dramatic bitch. if you want to plot, feel free to hmu ! i’m seriously down for anything, so don’t be afraid to go nuts.

( josh hutcherson, 24, cismale, he/him ) Did anyone else just see THEODORE ‘TEDDY’ COHEN ? I hear for the FAUST family they can be a bit CRASS & IRASCIBLE. But I also heard they can be CANDID & ARTICULATE. if you dare I hear they frequent THE DEN in their spare time when they aren’t being an UNDERBOSS. tread carefully or else you might be next on their list ! you may want to keep an eye on that one !

teddy was born and raised in illinois, living in a very poor suburb of chicago called ford heights with his mom and older sister.

from the get go, life was not very kind to teddy. his dad left when he was two, far too young to grasp why there was a father figure missing in his life, and his mother was soon driven to alcoholism and drug use. it warped her, turned her into something more akin to a monster despite his grandparents’ plea that she wasn’t always like that. teddy doesn’t know anyone different.

his mother’s neglect soon took its toll, and it was his sister, eight years his elder, who raised him. as teddy grew up, he saw a majority of his mother’s wrath taken out on his sister, and he was usually out of the way of the path of vengeance if she had anything to do with it.

when teddy’s sister reached eighteen, she left. she couldn’t handle the responsibility of raising a child anymore, and she was missing out on her life, so she packed up, went off to college, and never came back.

in the meantime, at ten years old, teddy learned how to walk on eggshells with his mother, but almost anything would set her off. he wasn’t allowed to have friends over, he was on a strict curfew after school, and if he was ten minutes late getting back—god forbid he missed the bus—the consequences were monumental.

the older teddy got, around twelve or thirteen, the more he started to ache for the freedom he wasn’t given. his mom often had strange men making calls to the house, and he would lock himself in his bedroom and hope no one would come in.

his mom’s punishments became more and more extreme the older he got. when she wasn’t hitting him for minor accidents, she would fill the tub with water and drag him by his hair into the bathroom and shove him under for minutes at a time. the psychological trauma created a phobia of water in his mind, and it’s still one of his greatest fears as an adult. you won’t catch his ass in a kayak.

through all of this, teddy really learned to resent his sister. she never called, never checked in, and it broke his heart waiting for her day after day that eventually he just gave up hope. he hates her for it, but at the same time, he understands why she wouldn’t come back. not even teddy was worth the torment.

teddy was pretty violent at school as a result, and he was often classified as the bully. it was his only outlet to briefly escape his home life, and only his friends really knew what was going on with his mom. he did get ripped on a lot for not fighting back, but the truth is that teddy was afraid of his mom. he’d never hit her in a million years, no matter how much she deserved it, so he would just quietly take the punishment and figure out his escape plan later.

in his teens, teddy started to give up on school. he dropped out of high school at seventeen and disappeared, eventually moving into chicago and getting wrapped up in the faust family. his mom died only a few years later.

for the first time, teddy felt accepted, like he had a place where he could be with himself with people who cared about him, and he clings to that to this day. he’s fiercely loyal to the family, and he’s ruthless toward anyone who threatens that balance.

he acts with abandon, obedient as a dog when it means taking someone out. he’s been with the fausts for seven years, and he’s loved every minute of it. he’s the guy to go to for anything bloody and dangerous, and teddy has no qualms about risking his life for the family.

personality wise, teddy’s always been the type to deflect. he brushes everything under the rug with sarcasm and humor, and he’s very easygoing and too much to handle at the same time. thanks to a shitty childhood, he’s emotionally stunted both romantically and personally. he has no filter and no regrets, or at least that’s what he tells himself.

he did develop some pretty negative mental habits which come from an amalgamation of a rough past and some guilt he holds for the present. teddy has been plagued with insomnia for years, beginning after his initiation, and he’s often sporting bags under his eyes. he also treats his body like an outhouse, struggling with alcoholism and nicotine addiction. he’s also been known to indulge in some drug use.

when teddy is dealing with something, he has the tendency to disappear. this could be for a few hours or a few days, depending on the severity of his mental state. whenever he comes back to the house, he’s cool, collected, and prepared for the next breakdown whenever it comes.

despite his exterior, teddy is inwardly a very emotional person. it’s why he’d do anything for the fausts, but he bottles up everything until it explodes. he doesn’t make himself appear weak to anyone, so the likelihood of another character experiencing this sort of outburst is slim to none.

all in all, he’s decently likable. he’ll do anything to get under your skin, and he’s got a few unhealthy coping mechanisms, but at the end of the day he’s a faust. and he’ll die a faust.

btw he’s only recently been promoted to underboss after the death of jaxon faust, so...don’t expect too much professionalism from him.

#crimson.intro #tw abuse #tw violence

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ladyalice101 · 5 years

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Just read your fic "you gave all you had (and now i am whole)" on AO3 (I'm KaisaSegher there, btw) and let me just say it was amazing! I'm sorry if I'm repeating myself here, but it truly was. Thank goodness we have people like you to fix the mess D&D made, really. THIS is what should have happened, at some point. Heck, in my mind it will. What are your thoughts on the finale? Any favourite headcanons you'd like to share? Anyway, keep your amazing work! Big hug

ok ok ok i just typed this huge ass response to this and tumblr has swallowed it and deposited it in the aether, but i will retype though perhaps more briefly haha.

so firstly, THANK YOU. you aren’t repeating yourself but even if you were i would still LOVE this bc you went to the effort to not only tell me you loved it once, but TWICE. you’re so kind and you have no idea how much it means to me. truly, thank you.

so the finale - i dont have much to say that hasn’t already been said, but i still will answer!

my biggest issue is that there was no release of tension. we spent 8 season with these protagonists, with their hopes and dreams, and not a single one of them got what they wanted.

jon wanted to find a place to belong - i would argue he found that with sansa, though i know others disagree. some probably say that he found a place amongst the wildlings (and yes i do think this is true on some level), and i could probably be happier about jon’s ending being north of the wall if not for the way they framed it. we have a montage of jon getting back to castle black (the place he left bc he was fucking MURDERED there), and then we have him ride out north of the wall with sad music playing behind (notably jon doesn’t smile ONCE), and the camera is positioned inside the wall as the gate closes on jon, who is looking back over his shoulder, signifying that jon can’t go south again and he’s really upset about it. maybe if he smiled a bit. a quirk of his lips as the gate closed, or as he rode into the forest. but no. nope.

sorry, but i really can’t find it in myself to find that ‘sweet’ in any way. it’s just straight up bitter. it’s just straight up sad.

sansa - my girl deserved to get agency over herself, and that’s why i like her being queen. the north deserved a queen as good as sansa. but? where is the personal fulfilment? sansa’s entire arc was about her romantic naiveté being ripped from her, so where was the full circle moment where she realises that life isn’t hopeless? where she and we get the fulfilment of realising that she was right all along, that there is magic is falling in love and being loved.

so like cool she was ‘trained’ to be queen and she is, but that’s not what her arc was about and to reduce it to that is upsetting.

i won’t get in to arya and bran - bc i’d just be repeating myself with the whole ‘they should be with family like they all fought for for 8 seasons’, or repeating other’s who have articulated the problems much better.

but they tried to sell us some whack bs this season man.

life isn’t shit and then you die and it’s fucked up that they tried to tell us that it is.

oh no, of course, i’m forgetting the two characters who deserved to get the happy endings that they did - tyrion and bronn! those two did such great things in the show and they deserved to be the only two were rewarded with everything they ever wanted!

ha. ha ha ha. i’m going to cry myself to sleep.

so why does this matter so much to me?

when i first started watching got, my personal life was extremely different to what it is now. that’s to be expected, of course, because it’s been four years. i won’t go in to TOO much detail, bc shit’s about to get really fucking personal even though you didn’t ask hahaha, but earlier this year i was diagnosed with a genetic mutation called BRCA1 which basically means that my lifetime chance of getting breast cancer is 80% (it’s 12% for other women) and 40% for ovarian cancer (which, from memory, is 2% for other women). so my chance are pretty high. i got tested bc my mum got breast cancer late last year, and we have a family history, so she was tested for the BRCA1 mutation and was found positive. i decided to get tested, too. (my mum just finished treatment last month and it’s looking really good for her, thank GOD).

god do i know that this is not the worst thing that i could have been diagnosed with but i’m only 21 and i have to get 6 monthly clinical exams and scans done. by the time i’m 30 i’ll probably have had to have gotten a double mastectomy, and by the time i’m 40 i have to have had all my reproductive organs removed - ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus, all of it.

so. i’m 21. i’m single, and quite a romantic. i don’t expect to have found my life partner in the next few years, and i expect even less to be married by the time i’m 30. i’m facing the very real possibility of not being able to carry my own child, of not being able to breastfeed any child i do have.

sure, not the worst, but it’s not great - but what does it do to my romantic prospects? at worst, it would turn men away (not that i’d want those weakass men that can’t see past that but you get the point), at best it would likely create some tension at some point.

and do you know what got taught me this year?

that life is shit and then you die.

so amidst all of that fucking bullshit in my life, game of thrones s8 barged in and told me that the characters that i identify with (the sansa’s, the jon’s) they don’t get a happily ever after, despite what they hope for, what they want. they sacrifice everything, they go through all of that bullshit, just to never fall in love, just to be punished for doing the right thing.

now maybe you read all of that and you’re like “oh that’s sad about the brca thing but i dont see what that has to do with got and maybe you should seperate them and move on” like most people in my life have told me. and trust me, one day i probably will. i want to now, but unfortunately i can’t.

and that’s what upset me. media isn’t supposed to do that, isn’t supposed to make you so upset about your own life. they can claim realism all they want, but if they wanted to be realistic they wouldn’t have fucking thrown out arcs and stories and people having like actual consequences for their actions. realism is not just ‘there are no happy endings in real life’.

so, in conclusion, game of thrones ruined my life. haha nah, but, really? they couldn’t have given us some sweet with that bitter?

anyway. WHOO. that’s a long ass reply. as for headcanons - i don’t really have much tbh but if i think of some i’ll put them in a post. if there’s headcanons around a specific thing you want to see, then send me a message/ask bc you’ll probably prompt my imagination and i want to give you everything.

otherwise thank you SO much for reading my story and this reply! xxx

#ask #got #got finale #jonsa #jon x sansa

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