#but it really rubs me the wrong way when stuff like this is in canon material for a show aimed at a younger audience

[ranvwoop]

actually in relation to the previous post asking 4 haterisms. i really don't get why people talk say that like, "ohhh x character should be portrayed as human because that makes it more impactful". I've always kind of hated the implications of that. while non-human designs often get to have dehumanization made literal as a theme so it makes sense where this comes from, i just don't really think it holds up in reverse

[vngelicc]

⋆ TAGS — really soft and domestic, TW: this deals with postpartum depression, baby daddy!jk, soft lil kisses, insecure!oc, angsty as hell, this is more of a comfort fic, mentioned baby, oc rlly struggles but jk is super supportive, mentioned past pregnancy, this made me cry, soft hours, jk pampers his lovely gf, CANON AUUUU JK’S JUST JK HERE LMAO

⋆ WORD COUNT — 2.4 k

“vámonos a comer un heladito, tu princesita, cómprame cositas. en mis tacones casi todo el día, dame un foot-rub and ice out mi tobillo,”

Your eyes fluttered under the feeling of lips sliding across your forehead, eyelid, and nose. You hear Jungkook laughing quietly as he envelops you in his strong arms and tugs you close. His murmurs and pestering have you pulling a face in your sleep, nose scrunched cutely given the way he coos teasingly.

“What time is it?” You mumble softly and blankly stare back at him, eyes heavy from sleep.

“Noon.” This has you going stiff, “Relax baby, he’s okay your mom came early to pick him up.” He comfortingly strokes over your side and backside.

You sink back into the sheets and nod, “Why didn’t you wake me?” You mumble under your breath as your eyes flutter shut.

Jungkook pressed more gentle kisses to your forehead with a low rumble, “You need a break, figured maybe we could go out–do some shopping, go to that sushi place you’ve been dying to try.. That sounds good, yeah?” He murmurs.

You hum, “It does, feels like I haven’t been out in forever.”

He waits with a bated breath and smiles softly when you open your eyes and stare back with more clarity, all traces of sleep etched away. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

A subtle heat rises in your cheeks as you smile back, “Even with baby barf and spit all over my shirt?”

“The prettiest.” He leans over to kiss your nose, looking into your eyes with a twinkle in his own. He looks at you like you’ve just hung the stars for him.

Shyly, you press a soft smooch to his lips before flopping flat on your back with a sigh, “The fridge’s nearly empty isn’t it?” You mumble, “I’m sorry, I meant to go the other day but I ended up—”

“You’re fine, it’s okay. You know I’m here too right?” Jungkook reaches over to hold your hand, “Don’t worry about it baby, you’ve got your hands full right now and I get it. ‘s okay to ask for help too.”

You look at him with a soft smile, “I love you.” You lay a quick kiss on his cheek and roll out of bed to head to the bathroom.

Jungkook huffs, “Only one? On the cheek too..” He grumbles like a petulant child, sitting up in the messy sheets tangled around his hips and his bare chest out for your viewing.

“Get ready, it was YOUR idea to go out too so don’t make us late.” You fondly roll your eyes, you can hear him whine about something else behind you as the door shuts.

“…..” You pass in front of the body length mirror, pausing for a moment to observe your appearance. Your hands come up to rest over your tummy as you stare long and hard. “…”

You better get ready.

.

“y/n.”

“y/n?”

You snap out of your daydream and look over at Jungkook curiously, “Yeah?”

“I asked if you wanted to check out the fruits, it’s strawberry season and I’m sure they brought out all the fresh stuff.” Jungkook doesn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that you’ve spaced out for a second time since entering the store.

You shake your head, “I don’t like strawberries.” You say disinterestedly.

‘But you ate them your whole pregnancy, what’s wrong now?’ Your brain is screaming at you to just say yes and deal with it but you can’t.

He gives a soft hum, “That’s fine. Is there anything you wanted to get?” He steers the shopping cart away from the fruits, leading you down an aisle filled with spices and other cooking ingredients.

“Um, what was that thing you bought last time? When you made that white stew.” You scrunch your nose, “Ugh I forgot.”

“Ohh, you mean the cream stew mix? Uhh I think it’s down this aisle lemme check.” Jungkook leaves the cart with you as he trails down the aisle looking up, down, and around.

You pick out a few things to try out later on and happily make your way over. “Did you find it?” You curiously peek over his shoulder, damn near yelling because he shoots back up with a ‘ah-ha!’.

“What?” He innocently says after noticing the scowl on your face.

“You scared me.” You huff and punch his arm gently, “C’mon, I wanna get some chips and the aisle is back that way.” Jungkook happily trails after you, telling you all about his upcoming Calvin Klein campaign.

.

“Look,” Jungkook snorts as he holds up a pair of lace g-strings, “you mean to tell me this tiny triangle covers your entire pus–”

“Jungkook!” You hiss quietly after noticing a few older women turn their heads, “Put those down.” You snatch the panties away and toss them back into their respective drawers.

He cheekily grins and picks up another pair of underwear, “What? I didn’t do anything, I was just asking.” He chuckles.

“You are so dumb.” You giggle quietly, “Stop!! You’re going to get us kicked out, I thought I had one baby not two.”

“But babyy this is so boring, jus’ a bunch of girlie stuff and these women keep lookin’ at me like I’m a creep but I swear I’m just trying to help you.” He pouts.

You shake your head fondly, “Here, go find something to buy or do while I finish up here.” His eyes light up and he presses a messy smooch to your cheek before practically sprinting out.

Your eyes slowly turn over to the mannequin sitting tall on the platform donned in a new lingerie set. You stare at it for what seems like eternity while the world goes on about their day around you. Eventually a staff comes to break you out of your bubble.

“Is everything okay miss? Were you interested in our new spring collection?”

“Oh, um yeah, well I’m trying to surprise my boyfriend you know? I don’t know if he’ll like it ‘n stuff.” You murmur softly, eyes lowered and averted from the mannequin.

“Mmm.. what do you like?”

“Silk, maybe a babydoll or teddy..? I think.” You can’t stomach the idea of wearing a two piece, because then that means your….

“We have just the set then, we got a ton of new items for this spring. ” She grins while leading you away.

When you come out of the store, Jungkook’s barely walking back. He has this goofy little smile on his face as he stops in front of you, barely containing his excitement. “Guess what.”

“What did you do?” You giggle softly and eye the bag in his hand.

“I got this for you.” He brings out a large shirt and holds it up proudly, “It says: Best Milf Ever.”

You stare at the words with disbelief and then you’re breaking out into uncontrollable laughter. People around you look in curiosity but you can’t stop, you feel like you’re about to pee from how hard you’re laughing.

And Jungkook?

He stands there with a fond smile, gazing at you lovingly as he puts the shirt back, “You like it?”

You haven’t laughed nor felt this much joy in a while. “I love it.”

.

After having dinner Jungkook takes you out for ice cream. You were a bit burnt out from being out all day so you waited in the car while he went inside to buy the ice cream.

You think back to everything that happened today, it feels nice. You make a mental note to ask Jungkook to take you to a cat cafe sometime later on in the week. “Oh my god.” You mutter in embarrassment.

Jungkook’s walking back with a monstrosity of a ice cream sundae and then your perfectly NORMAL scoop of sherbet with gummies on top. “Jungkook what is all that mess?” You whine.

“What? I wanted triple chocolate with sprinkles and fudge.” He slips into the car and hands the small bowls over, “C’mon you gotta try it.”

“Hell no! This looks like it can either send me to do number three or I’m gonna puke my guts out.” You hiss.

“Number three doesn’t exist, nice try.” Jungkook scoffs softly while pulling out of the parking lot.

“It does now.” You mumble, ignoring his loud laughter.

You can’t hide the face you make while Jungkook eats that horrendous dessert. He doesn’t even care that you’re judging him as he happily watches his little Netflix show he’s been yapping about as of lately.

“I knew it, it was her all along..” He mutters to himself as he eats a large spoonful of ice cream.

“I’m going to the kitchen, you want anything?” You can’t take it anymore as you stand abruptly and pass by.

“No.”

You put your ice cream away and drink a glass of water in the kitchen. You enjoy the peace and quiet, it’s been a cool minute since you’ve had some time to yourself. Between caring for a newborn and balancing your everyday life, shit’s been hard.

Not that Jungkook doesn’t help, but sometimes you feel like you put too much on him. He says he doesn’t care but.. you do.

With a heavy sigh you leave the cup in the sink and trail over to your bedroom. The dainty lingerie bag sits on the corner of the bed, you have yet to try it on but you don’t know..

“Fuck it.” You mutter while stripping down and slipping on the pretty babydoll top and matching thong to go with it.

The soft pink and silky smooth feeling of it has you smiling to yourself over how pretty it is on you. The set even came with a robe so you slipped that on too and tied it securely around your waist before heading back out to show your lover.

“Jungkook.” You call out, “What do you think?”

He pauses his show and looks over, his eyes visibly glaze over as he takes you in from head to toe. “Pretty, I like it—pink suits you.” He beckons you over.

Right, he thinks it’s just a robe.

You walk over with a soft hum and stand between his legs, “I got something else, it’s under.”

His eyes darken and he licks his lips, “Can I?” His hands hover over the sash. You can’t help but shiver with the way he looks at you like he wants to eat you alive. Makes you feel hot.

“Yeah..” Your voice comes out breathier than usual, a hint of excitement underlying your tone.

Jungkook unties the knot and slowly pulls your robe off. “Fuck.” He whispers when he sees the pretty babydoll underneath, he gets a peek at your thong too and he’s nearly drooling.

“Shit baby you look so fuckin’ pretty, look at you,” he gently twirls you around with a low whistle.

His hand hovers over your ass, not quite touching but there. You gently pull his hands closer with a soft, “You can touch.” You murmur.

Jungkook audibly gulps and grabs a fistful of your babydoll, he lifts it up enough to slip his hands around both cheeks. He gives both doughy cheeks a tight squeeze before he’s jiggling it in the palms of his hands.

“Can I baby?” He asks softly, “I wanna take you to bed.” To that you nod.

Before you can get another word out, he abruptly stands and hauls you up into his strong arms. You squeal in shock and hit his shoulders, “Jungkook..! Put me down!” You whine.

“No.” Jungkook smirks as he lands a sharp smack to your ass, “Let me take care of you yeah? Just sit ‘n look pretty for me.” He carries you down the hall and kicks the door open, gently tossing you onto the center of the bed.

You bounce back on the mattress with a soft ‘oof’, he doesn’t let up because he’s already crawling over you and landing a sweet yet heated kiss on your lips. You wrap your arms around him and hug him close, enjoying the soft touches.

Jungkook takes his sweet time kissing you, the kiss is slow and his touches are light and feathery. He holds you like you’re made of glass or something, gently cupping your hips and massaging them. It tugs on your poor heart strings and you find yourself tearing up for no reason..?

He pulls away with a soft pant, pressing his forehead to your own as he stares into your eyes with devotion. “Why are you crying baby? Hm? Why’s my pretty girl sad?” He wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“B-Because, you’re so good to me.” You softly hiccup, “Feel safe with you.”

He brushes your hair out of your face and smooches your nose, “Yeah, what else baby. Talk to me.” He murmurs patiently while cupping the side of your cheek.

“You don’t make me feel alone.” You whisper, and his heart breaks seeing you this vulnerable, “I-I know I haven’t been there for you b-but with the baby and–”

“And who said you needed to take care of me? You already have enough with the baby, you spent nine months carrying our baby and you worked hard to bring him into the world my love. Makes me proud of you baby, strongest girl I know.” He softly smiles.

Your heart races and you feel a knot in your throat as you continue listening to him, “You’re going to be okay—we’re okay. You know I’m always going to be right here for whatever you need, you’re doing so good my love.”

You let out a soft sob and bury your face in his shoulder. These past two months of silently struggling with coming to terms of your newfound motherhood and changes with your relationship finally come to a stop. You feel good knowing that Jungkook is so understanding and supportive.

For a while you thought you were going insane, that it was your fault and you were a horrible mother for feeling so…bad.

Even when you were bedridden for days, void of any life and emotion, Jungkook is still here.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispers.

“I love you too.” You sniffle.

Jungkook helps you slip into one of his shirts as the two of you cuddle for the rest of the night watching silly rom-coms. You know the future will be okay.

Everything is okay.

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[cherienymphe]

Teenage Dirtbag X

JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON acts, abusive relationship, domestic violence, violence (+ gun violence), gun kink, dacryphilia, attempted murder, mentions of blood, public sex, jealousy, manipulation, infidelity, underage drinking, drug use, canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: You’re charmingly spoiled. You’re too kind for your own good. You’re the princess of Figure 8 …and you’re way out of JJ Maybank’s league, but when he realizes that Rafe Cameron’s pride and joy is actually a bruised and battered damsel, he’s determined to save you.

Your rescue just comes with a price.

⭑

You blinked at JJ’s question, leaning back against the wall of the pool house.

He sat next to you, both of you facing the couch, and you tried to ignore the feel of his arm brushing against yours. Despite the fact that it was only a week ago that he was kissing you in your bedroom—and that Rafe didn’t not deserve it—you still felt wrong about the whole thing. Horrible or not, the older blond was still your boyfriend, and it was bad enough that you were hiding out in the pool house with JJ while Rafe was probably off snorting coke with his friends.

You didn’t want to make it worse by doing anything other than talking.

The blonde’s question made you eventually sigh, straightening.

“Hey…hey, you don’t have to answer anything you don’t-.”

“No…I…” you shook your head. “It’s fine.”

That was the truth.

“It’s just that I’ve never talked about any of this with anyone before…”

Your voice shrank, and you didn’t want to admit how comforting it felt to feel JJ’s hands come up to rest on your arms. It was strange to say all of this out loud to anyone, especially JJ, because you were so used to Rafe’s behavior—had been rationalizing it for so long—and you felt nervous as to how JJ would take it.

“It was my 19th birthday,” you slowly said.

You felt JJ tense, and when you snuck a glance at him, there was a deep frown on his face as he looked at you.

“We were arguing…” you sadly smiled as you thought about what it’d been about. “…because I wouldn’t have sex with him.”

You scoffed at the memory and at how you’d ignored what you thought was a little thing.

“It’d been a sore spot for a while. I was a virgin, I wasn’t ready, and Rafe was waiting longer than he’d anticipated.”

JJ’s hands fell, and he fully turned to face you, that frown remaining on his face as he listened.

“It became this whole…thing that really just pissed me off because it was my birthday,” you spat out, frowning now too. “It was my birthday party, and he was ruining it.”

You swallowed, recalling how angry and sad you’d felt that night.

“You know, I was reading up on this one day, and it said that sometimes people like him will purposely start arguments and fights on special days and holidays and stuff to make it all about them?” you chuckled to yourself, shaking your head. “They were right.”

Tears kissed your eyes, and JJ reached out to brush his thumbs underneath them.

“…because every time I think about that day, instead of remembering turning nineteen and celebrating with my family and my friends and my boyfriend… All I remember is him slapping me,” you whispered, holding JJ’s gaze. “All I remember is where it all started and how he begged me to forgive him…and how I should’ve left then.”

“Hey…”

“It was my birthday…but to me it’s just the beginning of the end. It’s the start of when Rafe ruined my life.”

JJ wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, and you pressed your face into his shoulder. You felt so odd—so much lighter—and you didn’t need to be a therapist to know that it was because you were finally talking about this. The blonde’s hands rubbing up and down your back was enough to make your lashes flutter.

“You know, I blamed myself for the longest time,” you mumbled.

JJ pulled away almost immediately, lips parting, and you shook your head.

“I know that it’s not my fault. I know that, now, but… I was so angry that night that I said things that I knew would make him mad,” you shrugged. “It just didn’t seem fair that I was the only one upset on my birthday.”

“That doesn’t excuse him hitting you,” JJ bit out, and you nodded with a shrug.

“It doesn’t…but…for a while I kind of believed I’d brought that on myself.”

JJ looked like he didn’t know how to take in what you’d told him, pink lips pressed together as he just studied your face. The bruising under your eye was practically nonexistent, and you shuddered when he reached up to lightly graze the skin with his fingers. You’d been exceptionally agreeable since the incident, dreading a repeat of the night where Rafe forced himself on you so violently that you’d had to strip the sheets.

JJ suddenly blinked, brows twitching, and there was an unsure look on his face.

“Can I ask you something?” he wondered, voice low, and you nodded.

A look passed over his face that you couldn’t place, and he seemed to be thinking hard about whatever was on his mind.

“A little over a year ago…”

You felt your shoulders droop, almost positive you knew where he was going with this.

“Sarah told us how you and Rafe had called the police one day.”

You sighed, recalling the story Ward had repeated. Neighbors were bound to notice a police car in the yard, bound to spread gossip, and he couldn’t very well tell people the truth.

“She didn’t know what for. Said that Ward wouldn’t tell her…”

JJ’s words died in the air as you stood, his hands falling from you. You tried not to think about that day if you could help it, and you were surprised by the quick procession of tears. JJ stood with you while you wiped your face, and you knew what he was going to ask before he even opened his mouth.

“Did you call the cops? On him?”

By his tone, you could tell that he knew the answer, and when you sniffed, JJ was there. He turned you around and pulled you against him. The reminder of that day—and all the emotions that weighed you down that evening—had more tears escaping against your will. You twisted your fingers into the back of his shirt, trembling in his hold, and JJ held you tighter.

“I thought I was going to die,” you shakily confessed. “I thought he was going to kill me.”

You could feel a shiver crawl down his spine at that.

“He was so mad,” you cried. “He was screaming and throwing glass at me and…he put a gun in my mouth.”

Your face was pressed into the crook of JJ’s neck.

“I didn’t know what else to do. I really thought…” you trailed off, squeezing your eyes shut. “It’s why I didn’t even want to talk to you. I didn’t want to go through that again for something as stupid as a smile.”

JJ seemed to freeze at that, and when he pulled away a bit, his gaze was questioning.

“What…?”

You opened and closed your mouth while JJ just stared at you, blue eyes glinting as his mind started to put the pieces together.

“What do you mean? Are you saying…?”

“No! JJ, that wasn’t your fault, it was mine.”

“Stop saying that,” he breathed. “What the hell do you mean? Are you saying Rafe did that because…?”

You rubbed your forehead, sighing.

“JJ, it wasn’t your fault. I’m the one who smiled back at you that day at The Wreck. Rafe saw.”

You swore you saw the color drain from his face, and you watched JJ stumble back, falling to sit on the edge of the couch. He was staring up at you with parted lips, and you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know that he was going over that interaction in his mind. It was such a simple and harmless interaction…one that had an almost fatal consequence.

JJ ran his hands down his face.

“…and when I told Rafe that you’d apologized to me?”

His voice was low—troubled—and when he lifted his gaze to meet yours, you only pulled your lip between your teeth. When you didn’t respond right away, you watched him exhale, shoulders sagging as he buried his face into his hands.

“JJ, that wasn’t your fault.”

I’m an idiot,” he choked out.

“JJ…” you whispered. “You couldn’t have known.”

“That doesn’t matter!”

He was standing, now, and you hated the conflict and regret you saw in his eyes.

“I knew he treated you like shit,” he spat, gesturing towards the door. “I knew it would piss him off.”

“JJ,” you reached for him.

“I just thought you guys would argue a little,” he whispered, and you rested your hand on his arm. “I didn’t know that he was…”

You held his gaze—yours pleading—as you tried to get him to see that it wasn’t his fault. You needed JJ to understand that there was no way he could’ve known. Sarah lived under the same roof as Rafe—and you half the time—and she still didn’t know. You weren’t going to fault JJ for thinking Rafe was only capable of being a little bit of an asshole.

When JJ’s hand rested on your cheek, your heart skipped a beat.

He was getting closer, and you should’ve been stopping him. The truth was that you felt safe with JJ, and you didn’t want to. The beginning of your relationship with Rafe felt like ages ago, so this safe—and excited feeling—you were experiencing with JJ felt almost new. When his nose touched yours, you placed your hand on his chest.

“I never would’ve done that if I had known…”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you reassured him, swallowing when his other hand touched your waist, fingers grazing the skin from where your shirt rode up. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” JJ argued. “You were right that day. I was being an asshole.”

When his lips brushed yours, you shook your head.

“JJ-.”

The rest of your words were swallowed when his lips covered yours, following you every time you tried to step back. It had been a week since he kissed you last, and the way he moved his mouth over yours told you that he would do it every day if he could. His hands were all over you, and you gasped into his mouth when they rested on the small of your back, pinning your lower half against him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “I’m really fucking sorry.”

When your back met the wall, JJ wasted no time in pressing his knee between your legs, and you couldn’t hold in the shudder as he pressed his leg against your clothed mound. Things felt like they were moving too fast, so much so that you didn’t even realize what was happening until you moaned, JJ forcing you to grind yourself against his leg.

His hands were tight on your waist, and his lips had just traveled to your neck when your phone rang.

It startled you and angered JJ, the blond letting out a frustrated huff. It was Rafe—you knew it was Rafe—the other blond calling you almost every hour from the moment he’d left. JJ’s hands briefly squeezed your waist before forcing himself to pull away. His blue eyes glinted, and when you studied his face, he only shook his head.

Reluctantly, he let you go.

“Hey,” you softly said the moment you answered the phone.

You avoided JJ’s gaze as Rafe’s voice filled your ear.

“You know what? I actually think I’m gonna just head home.”

JJ’s voice reached you from the kitchen, and you only briefly glanced up as Pope responded.

“Seriously man? Now, you don’t even want to go out anymore? You made such a fuss!”

“Yeah, I know,” the blond said, and you heard Sarah say something—probably to John B. “…but I’m not feeling too good, and I think I’m just going to go home.”

Pope sounded disappointed—as did John B. —but they didn’t argue with him much over it. You were currently in the Cameron’s kitchen getting something to eat, and you had been since Sarah, her boyfriend, Pope, and JJ came inside under the reasoning that Pope had to pee.

“We’re just going to hang out with some people at the beach,” she’d said.

You could see it in her eyes then that she’d wanted to ask you to join them, but even if you hadn’t given her a look warning her off of that, Rafe’s tight grip on you was clear. If Sarah thought he was strict before, then it was nothing in comparison to how he was now after the incident at The Chateau. His phone call only moments ago was proof of it.

“How are you going to get back?” Sarah wondered, her voice pulling you from your thoughts.

“You know I’ll find a way,” JJ told her, tone light and boastful.

She made an unsure sound before letting it go.

“Well, leave before Rafe gets back. I don’t want a phone call from Rose or Y/N telling me that my brother and my friend got into a fight.”

You closed the fridge as the rest of them filed out, telling JJ to call them when he made it back to The Cut. The house was oddly quiet, and while you wanted to pretend like you weren’t alone in the house with JJ—Rose didn’t count—it was kind of hard to do when you turned around to find him at the kitchen entrance.

He was wearing some shirt with the sleeves cut off—as he often did—and you tried not to let your gaze linger on his arms.

“I hope you didn’t do that for me…”

The smirk that danced along his lips gave you your answer.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, stepping into the kitchen. “I was kind of hoping Rafe wouldn’t be here.”

“…and he could walk in at any moment…as is his right. Considering,” you gestured around. “…this is his house.”

JJ leaned his arms on the other side of the counter, gazing up at you as you grabbed a paper towel.

“Hey, I’m sure I could find some excuse if he catches me in here…”

He straightened, slowly making his way around the island, and you didn’t miss that mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

“If he manages to find me on top of you…maybe I could even tell him I forced you into it.”

“JJ…” you said, taking a step back.

He held your gaze for a few moments before looking away with a shake of his head.

“Why do you feel bad about what you’re doing? He treats you like shit,” he chuckled, but it lacked humor.

You looked away from him, shrugging.

“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered.

He didn’t respond right away, and you didn’t hear him move closer, so you shuddered when you felt his fingers grazing the side of your face.

“You shouldn’t feel bad about kissing me,” he quietly told you. “If you ask me, you should be doing a lot worse.”

When you looked at him again, he was much closer than you’d anticipated, and you sharply inhaled. Despite his cheeky nature, you could see the way his eyes dimmed as he looked at you.

“Every time I think about him…and you…I think I could kill him.”

You frowned at his confession, shaking your head.

“JJ…”

“I would if you asked me to,” he continued, moving closer. “I’d drown him in the fucking ocean.”

“You can’t-! You can’t say things like that,” you said, voice lowering.

“Why not?” he curiously wondered. “You’re telling me you don’t want him dead for everything he’s put you through? There was blood on your sheets last week-.”

“I know,” you cut him off. “I was there, remember?”

You watched JJ take a deep breath, and he seemed to be calming himself down. The silence was a little tense, and you worriedly eyed the entrance, expecting Rafe to just show up at any moment. When JJ took your hand, you tried to pull it away, but he wouldn’t let you. You found yourself between him and the counter, and your heart was in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just…don’t understand why you’re fighting me.”

Your eyes burned, and you briefly looked towards the ceiling.

“…because,” you breathed. “He’s still my boyfriend.”

“The only reason you’re with him is because you don’t want him to fucking murder you,” JJ sneered. “That’s not a relationship, that’s a hostage situation.”

You couldn’t disagree with JJ’s assessment, and you both knew it.

“He enjoys treating you like shit…so why can’t you bring yourself to enjoy treating him like shit?”

Again, JJ’s logic wasn’t wrong, and you briefly closed your eyes with a sigh.

“…because if he caught me, he’d kill me,” you whispered.

When JJ’s hand touched your face again, you held his gaze. The smile he gave you was small, and your heart fluttered when he brushed his thumb over your skin.

“What did I say earlier?” he mockingly replied. “Let him try to kill me for fucking his girlfriend, I don’t care.”

He pressed his lips to yours.

“I just want you to stop feeling guilty over that asshole because he doesn’t deserve it.”

You chewed on your lip as he ran his eyes over your face, and when he was about to kiss you again, you shook your head.

“You should go. Sarah was right, Rafe could be back at any moment, and… That’s not a fight I think I’ll ever be ready for,” you sighed, moving from between him and the counter.

JJ seemed reluctant, but he eventually obliged, grazing his hand along your waist on the way out.

Rafe’s light snores grew quieter the moment you closed the door behind you.

He’d come to your house drunk and stumbling, too wasted to even fuck you—although it wasn’t for lack of trying. Naturally, he wouldn’t hear a word you said about drunk driving, waving you off and laughing in your face. After his second failed attempt to stay awake, he merely rolled off of you, his even breathing reaching your ears only moments later.

You’d pulled your knees up to your chest, eyeing him for the longest time and mulling over your conversation with JJ. You knew that the other blond wasn’t wrong. Rafe had done—and would do—much worse to you. Your relationship wasn’t a relationship, at all, but instead a prison, and maybe you shouldn’t feel guilty for finding some semblance of happiness. No matter where it came from.

Once alcohol knocked Rafe out, he was pretty much dead to the world for hours.

…and that was how you found yourself putting on shoes while he slept. You might’ve been more nervous and scared if you weren’t so in tune with Rafe’s patterns. There was no doubt in your mind that he wouldn’t wake up until at least noon the following day, but you still kept your steps light as you made your way down the stairs. You couldn’t stop your heart from racing, and your fingers shook while you disabled the alarm.

The walk across the lawn felt too long, and if you hadn’t already psyched yourself up, you might’ve turned around and went back inside the house. Out of paranoia, you looked over your shoulder, relieved to see that your room was still dark with no sign of movement in the window. JJ didn’t open the door right away when you knocked.

However, once fatigue faded a bit, and he realized that it was indeed you through the cracked door, he was swinging it open and pulling you inside.

“I just…wanted to sleep here for a few hours I guess,” you murmured, still feeling unsure.

JJ shifted on his feet, and you only then noticed his bare chest. The plaid pants he wore hung low on his hips, and you told yourself you weren’t here for anything like that.

“…and Rafe…?”

“So drunk that not even an earthquake could wake him,” you said with a shrug.

JJ pulled his lip between his teeth, eyeing you with a look that was hard to name. He didn’t respond right away, just staring at you and studying you. His light hair was going every which way, some hanging into his face, and one hand ran through it when the other eventually reached for you.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispered, pulling you to him.

The pool house wasn’t as big as others you’d seen—namely some of your former friends—but it was spacious enough for both a living room and a decent sized bedroom. JJ’s hand was tight on yours as he pulled you through the threshold, and you glanced around, recalling that you hadn’t been inside the bedroom since high school. The bedding was askew, obviously lived in, and you were glad your parents barely paid the building any mind outside of the yearly spring cleaning.

“Do you like staying here?” you asked him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

JJ found that funny.

“If you’d ever seen my place, you’d know how crazy that question is,” he told you, plopping down beside you. “I love staying here.”

His face was close to yours.

“…and not just because of the 100 thread count sheets or whatever.”

He shrugged at you, eyebrows waggling, and you fought back a smile.

“I guess I’ll have to see your place to give me some perspective then.”

His own smile twitched, and you didn’t like the way his face fell a bit.

“Nah,” he breathed. “That’s…not something I want you to see.”

You felt your own face fall.

“…I mean, I know things with your father are pretty…ugly, but it’s where you grew up, isn’t it?”

Your tone was a little hopeful, and you watched JJ watch you. His blue eyes shined in the darkness, and you didn’t miss the way his smile grew again. When he reached for your face, he let out a light laugh.

“Yeah…yeah it is where I grew up,” he confirmed. “I guess you’re right about that.”

He pulled you with him as he laid down, and you faced him on your side.

“We’ll have to find some way to get you back to The Cut then,” he whispered.

At the reminder of your last visit, you both grew quiet. You were sure you both were remembering that morning when Rafe came to pick you up, and you recalled your next reunion with JJ, feeling comforted that he was so worried about you the entire time. As if thinking of the exact same thing, he touched the skin under your eye, and before you could say anything, JJ leaned in to touch it with his lips.

“I really hate that you’re with him,” he said after a while, pulling away. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You took a deep breath at that, reaching out and touching his arm, thoughtful.

“…and you do…?”

When you lifted your gaze, your eyes met his again.

“I like to think that I do,” he murmured, fingers dancing towards your chin.

JJ pulled you into a kiss, and despite the fact that this wasn’t what you snuck out of the house for, you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach flipped. In this moment, JJ felt like your boyfriend—lying in bed with you and talking to you and kissing you. It was the most relaxed you’d felt in bed for a long time, and you knew it was a feeling you could get used to…and have trouble going without.

“What are we doing?” you found yourself whispering in the darkness.

You looked between his eyes as you asked this.

“Rafe’s…asleep in my bedroom…and I…” you scoffed. “I’m here with you.”

“It’s sexy, isn’t it…”

“JJ,” you sighed. “I’m serious. Like…what are we doing?”

You were sure that your worry was all over your face.

“We don’t have to have an answer for that, right now,” was his response, hand touching your waist. “I just want to help you forget about Rafe, sometimes.”

He kissed you again.

“I want you to be with someone you don’t have to be afraid of,” he murmured against your lips. “Someone you can relax with.”

He pulled you closer, rolling you both, and when he rested on top of you, you pressed your hands to his arms.

“JJ, I don’t… I’m not comfortable with anything like that yet.”

Your lips brushed his as you spoke, and you swallowed.

“Kissing you and sneaking around to talk to you is one thing, but…”

You didn’t know why, but going beyond that in any way would make what you were doing seem too real—too deceptive. JJ didn’t seem to care about that though, pressing his lips to yours again.

“Do you trust me?” he wondered into the kiss.

“Yes, but-.”

“…but what?” his nose touched yours as he pulled back, holding your gaze. “You’re just scared because Rafe’s intimidated you and beaten you down so much that you’re afraid to do anything for yourself.”

Was that the root of it? It was true, of course, but you also still felt uncomfortable.

“I don’t know…”

“Hasn’t Rafe also been the only guy you’ve ever been with?”

You gave a reluctant nod, and JJ smiled at you.

“…and you don’t think that has something to do with it? You being scared of what you don’t know…?”

That was also true, and JJ took your silence as consent, kissing you again as his hand trailed down your frame. You made a slight noise of protest when his hand slipped between your thighs, Rafe’s t-shirt riding up. The blond on top of you swallowed it down, refusing to break the kiss, and you jerked when his fingers brushed over your underwear.

“JJ,” you said when you turned your head away, pushing at his arm.

“It’s okay,” he breathed against your cheek. “Trust me.”

When you looked at him again, his fingers were already tracing circles over where your opening was through the fabric. His blond hair touched your forehead.

“I would never hurt you,” he assured you, more pressure from his fingers, now.

You involuntarily lifted your hips, and you didn’t know if it was to push him away or get closer. You wanted to push him away, not quite okay with taking things this far just yet. In truth, you didn’t know if you’d ever be, and you thought about what JJ said. Maybe you were just scared, but did you fix that by pushing yourself to do something you weren’t ready for?

You supposed it didn’t matter, anyway.

JJ’s fingers were circling your clit, panties resting on his hand as he touched you. His lips trailed kisses along your neck, and without thinking, you threw your head back. You forgot all about Rafe who was knocked out drunk in your bed, none the wiser to JJ’s fingers sliding between your lower lips. You could feel genuine excitement, something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and you sighed when he dragged his fingers between your folds.

You could tell that JJ was being mindful of whatever lasting damage there still might be from last week.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, lips at the corner of your mouth. “…and wet.”

You shuddered at those words and the feel of the tips of his fingers just barely dipping into you before he pulled them out.

“Do you get this wet for Rafe?”

The mention of your boyfriend had your heart skipping a beat, but the feel of JJ’s fingers massaging your soaking cunt had you answering honestly.

“No,” you breathed, and you felt him smirk against your skin.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he confessed.

“JJ,” you warned, hand on his wrist.

“I know,” he sighed. “I know, but a guy can dream.”

You pulled your lip between your teeth.

“I think about it a lot…pushing my cock into you and watching you stretch around me…”

When you softly moaned at that, JJ hummed.

“Do you think about it too? About milking me dry?”

You clenched around nothing, aching as he circled his fingers.

“…because I do…especially in his bed,” you dug your nails into his skin. “Fucking you until you come on his sheets, letting me fill you up right where he sleeps.”

You gently shuddered, your orgasm washing over you as you wrapped your other arm around him. JJ rode the wave with you, fingers rubbing against you, playing with you as you soaked them.

“Atta girl,” he whispered against your lips, and you felt slightly disbelieving at what had just occurred.

The proof was smeared on the inside of your thighs, but even when you watched JJ place his fingers into his mouth, it still didn’t feel real. JJ wouldn’t let you go as you caught your breath, kissing you again when you finally did.

“See,” he quietly told you. “That wasn’t so bad.”

He may have been right in some aspects, but JJ’s way around words and that tempting influence of his had you worried about what else you’d convince yourself you wanted.

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Could you tell us about grumpy cat Leona in the nonhuman au?

Rubs hands together.

The big grumpy meow-meow that doesn't meow.

Has toe beans and the fur on his body is the same color as his ears and tail.

Ruggie was a little worried at first about you two getting together cuz of possible extra work or you replacing him for stuff, meaning less money to earn but, nah. You keep Leona from overworking him and actually help Ruggie with a lot of things. He is pleased.

It doesn't happen often, but he may roar in his sleep, and this is a real lion roar. He can sleep through it but you and everyone else in the dorm sure as hell can’t. He gets pissy if you wake him up to stop or go to sleep somewhere else. He will also lick you in his sleep.

It doesn't matter how small you are, he will straight up lay on you and smother you when he feels like it.

He won't tell you but man he loves your praise. So, keep praising his looks, strength, and intelligence. You are probably the only thing that makes him want to put the effort into showing off. It becomes mandatory for you to come to his Spelldrive matches, please, do it for the good of the school.

He’s actually really good about not nicking you with his claws.

Loves to bite, nibble, and scrape his fangs against your skin.

When he first brings you home the first thing his brother blurts out is “Why are they small?” His wife of course scolds him and tells him “You can't just ask humans why they're small!”

Scents you as soon as you are out of the shower, he will also stare right at the person you're talking to as he rubs his chin against the top of your head, scenting you in public.

You will groom his main for him.

He refuses to call your petting...well petting. He keeps calling it grooming. He will be demanding that you do it though. Kind of like those cats that yell and head bonk you until you do it, except he will straight up lay his whole body on you if you try ignoring it. I hope you like being smothered by big meaty lion-man tits.

Leona has lots of good traits but let's all remember that, in canon, Leona in plain terms: is an arrogant and domineering man who’s as prideful as he is lazy. He tends not to waste his energy on those he deems inferior to him and is only willing to cooperate with others if it benefits him in some way. In the same vein, he puts little to no effort into activities that don’t interest him, like when it comes to his studies.

Now don’t get me wrong, he's also the type to see it as unfair and demeaning to treat others differently based on their inherent status, and wants to compete with others on a level playing field. Still, we've seen he isn’t above using underhanded tactics to ensure success. The guy is willing to do whatever it takes to prove himself as a worthy leader, the dominant lion, even if it means playing dirty.

Also stated on the wiki “Leona has stated he is intimidated by the women of the Sunset Savanna because they are much physically stronger and more strong-willed than the men, including himself. Ruggie corroborates this statement. This follows the biology of many savanna animals, such as lions and hyenas, wherein the females are hunters and typically dominant in nature.” and “It's only at Night Raven College, where he's treated as an equal, that Leona attempts to seek the dominion he cannot achieve back home.” 

Now add the extra dominance stuff that goes on with regular lions and add THAT onto a now even more beast-like Leona with his personality and with him actively looking to achieve that dominance plus you being a weak magicless human in a world of big strong beasts. You are not gonna be the one leading this relationship, even if you identify as a girl, cuz you are not a Sunset Savanna one.

Of course, Leona respects you though, he wouldn't have taken you as his mate if he didn't but…he’s a dick.

Now, your role? He expects certain to go like in the wild. You and him are your own pride with Ruggie and Jack being unofficial members. You know how Ruggie brings him food? That’s your task now. “Male lions defend the pride’s territory while females do most of the hunting.” Doesn't matter if you're a dude and…Ha, no he doesn't expect you to actually hunt. But he’s gonna want you to bring him food. (he gives you the money for it and then some, get yourself something nice) Expect his head on your lap, a pleased grin on his face as you hand-feed him.

If you tell him he went too far he’ll back off but…really likes comparing you to him, but in ways that show that he’s bigger and stronger. Teases you about being a weak little herbivore and how easy it would be to eat you.

His tongue has a bit of a rough texture but not nearly as rough as a regular lion's so you don't have to worry about the meat being scraped from your bones by it when he intensely grooms you.

(Talking about his junk and lion mating facts below)

Another thing he shares with his animal counterpart is penile spines, also known as barbs, luckily for you, lion beastmen evolved enough to wear they aren't the painful kind and are more like small nubs. Though they do have a similar reaction of stimulation ovulation and form a “genital lock”, basically it has a cat version of a knot. So, quickies aren't gonna be as quick and you will be subjected to mandatory after-sex cuddles.

As for the whole “going into heat” thing, female lions are only receptive to mating for a brief period, usually lasting three to four days, and they will go at it every 20-30 minutes for as long as the heat lasts. Humans don't go into heat, but the cooch havers do ovulate, which beastmen can in fact smell and will take this as you going into heat and he, unless told no, will react accordingly. Though…even with how he is it would be funny if it’s one of the times instincts kick in cuz…the thing is female lions can be pretty damn aggressive about it so imagine it’s the first time and he’s just laying there expectantly and looking annoyed, wondering why you haven't hopped on top of him and ravaged him yet.

Though another thing with lions is males will mount another male to excerpt dominance so imagine talking too much shit and you end up getting pinned down and humped by a pissed-off Leona.

[timomoe]

Can I be real with y'all for a second

I never really liked the "can eesti into Nordic" thing in this fandom. Like I get it, it's popular bc hima won't shut up about it, but it really does feel like it absolutely undermine... Estonia. Like they only asked once, and it's bc Estonia had and still does have very close ties with the Nordic countries, especially Finland (open up a tiktok comment section and take a shot every time a Finn calls Estonians brothers or vice versa), Sweden (long standing historical ties, volunteers sent to aid in their independence war, and lots of other stuff) and Denmark, which sits in a similar situation to Sweden. And when they were like 'no, probably not', THEY NEVER ASKED AGAIN.

And then there's the fact that most Estonians didn't care about the idea or didn't want to do it, and one of the reasons (not the only reason, but one of them) was bc they're attached to the tricolor flag, and if they had become a nordic, it would have become a nordic cross.

The point here is that Estonians are super super proud of being Estonian, and honestly the whole joke just rubs me the wrong way for that reason. Let's talk about the fact that aph Estonia is good at business and smells like money instead or something (yes both of those things ARE canon)

[verystrxxwberry]

I don't know if you're still taking requests but if you do, can you write some NSFW head canons for the MCL ng characters? :>>

MCL NEW GEN; NSFW HEADCANONS

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ROY

Intense. This man shows himself as someone who feels his emotions very vividly, no matter if they are good or they are wrong. When he is in love with someone, he shows himself as the most romantic gentleman there is. And he might be, but that doesn’t quit the fact that he is still a tease and likes to have fun testing your reactions and limits. I see him as someone passionate when it comes to those things he truly likes, and that does involve his partner. So the passion, the romance, that will be something abundant through your relationship.

Really good kisser. One of his favorite activities is to basically make out with you once his mind needs a break from work and other stuff. It might start with slow pecks, but Roy isn’t satisfied with only small kisses. If there’s time to take advantage of, he is indeed going to take it. At first he cups the side of your neck, making sure you’re in place for him to devour your lips as if it was the last time he could do so. No matter your experience, he finds the way to match your jaws moving together, turning the clumsiness into a slow and sensuous kiss which leaves you trembling a little. Having Roy so close, claiming your mouth as his hands wander down your body to finally squeeze your butt, would allow you to get the masculine scent of his perfume, only making you dizzy and shaky.

And the way his breath gets heavy as he progressively touches you with more need is a clear sign of his state. He wouldn’t be too discret.

The moment he pulls you to his lap, consider yourself lost in the most addictive cloud of pleasure. That position will allow him to invite you to grind against him. He’d allow you to dry hump him, and he actually loves the feeling of it. He likes the teasing over the clothes, rubbing and touching. It is what makes him crazy.

Vocal reassurance. Roy can be a tease, but he is still a gentleman and wants to prioritize your comfort over everything. As he proceeds with his touches and kisses he’d ask in between them “are you ok with this?”, “would you like me to go lower?”, “does it feel good this way?” And he speaks with such a gentle tone, with such an intimate whisper that could melt ice faster than lava.

Dirty talk. He loves to whisper things into your ear, both in public and in private. Of course being in private with you gives him the freedom of acting as he wants according to his words, but he is also capable of dropping a “babe, you don’t realize how horny you got me, don’t you?” in the middle of the dinner table, putting into the most innocent smile as he whispers that to you.

Big boy. Oh yes, he is a big man. That equals to his trained muscles but also to the length of his not so little friend. He is a brutal 13 cm when being soft, yet when he’s hard he can be 17 cm. He keeps himself shaved down there as he finds it the most hygienic for swimming, his daily life and intimate moments. He’s longer than thicker.

Pleasure giver. He absolutely enjoys focusing on making you feel great, relieving your stress from previous days and making your mind go blank. The only thought he wants you to have is about how good he is making you feel.

Ties his hair up when he is going down on you.

His favorite position is missionary due to the freedom it gives him to see your reactions, to kiss your face and neck, to hold your thighs apart and thrust slowly and precisely inside of you, teasing and abusing your already sensitive spot.

He is not ashamed to be loud in bed. Not only with talking, but he might moan freely whenever his body randomly makes him do it.

Roy has a fantasy about wearing a blind fold someday and letting you do whatever you wish the most with him. He is open minded to try everything, even if you want to peg him he won’t refuse because he also wants to try that.

He is a switch flexible to your preferences.

Roy has a high libido, higher than he’d like.

Loves to bite you. And you better stop him from getting too excited and let him give you a hickey, because he might casually mark you right in the visible areas and be proud of it.

A lot of teasing in the swimming pool. And luckily you sometimes are alone because sometimes he’d threateningly pull from your swimsuit as if he wanted to rip it (he does).

AMANDA

Neck kisses. Amanda is pretty ticklish everywhere, and a big way to turn her on is by kissing her neck lightly. The ticklish feeling of your lips in her neck is capable of making her shiver and squirm, and not to mention the warmth of your breath. She’d tilt her head to give you free access to the area of her sensitive skin. Oh but she also adores to plant kisses on your neck, it’s like a genuine way for her to show his affection but also to tease you if you’re sensitive there. Amanda would place her hands on your waist as she rests her chin over your shoulder, giving her the freedom to do so.

She can be a soft dom or an absolute pillow princess, she can adapt to your preferences. Yet she likes to be the one in control.

Gentle. Sex with Amanda is gentle and most likely vanilla since she wouldn’t stand hurting you or making fun of you. She might be slightly serious but she won’t say no to a joke during the act or a genuine laugh to make you less nervous. She undresses you as if she was unwrapping a delicate gift, and makes sense because you’re the best gift she’s ever gotten. She also goes at your pace, without wanting to make you feel rushed into anything. And even when her fingers are inside of you, she still lets you set the pace to your liking.

Praise. She makes sure that you know you’re the best gift she has ever received. Amanda will kiss your body gently, admiring every inch of it, as she whispers how pretty and cute you are like that. She’d tell you what a good job you are doing when she hears your needy sounds thanks to her fingers. Amanda is grateful of you offering her your most vulnerable side, so she must let you know her gratitude with her genuine affection.

She also likes to receive praise!

When she is the submissive one, it is a side of Amanda which you only see when she is trying to control herself. Amanda tends to get shy when she is horny, but she slowly turns into a fierce. But if you want to be the one taking control, she’s gonna lie down over the bed, her pretty thighs opened for you and her head glued to the pillows. 

Her fluffy and soft cheeks are permanently blushed for as long as the sex session lasts. Amanda gets ashamed of listening to her own whimpers, of how she doesn’t seem to control them when she is blessed by your touch. No matter if she covers her mouth, she isn’t the most quiet person.

Sensitive. I commented that her neck is very sensitive, but I also believe her nipples are very sensitive. She has big breasts, and she likes it when you massage and play with them gently. But she loves it even more when your tongue is playfully moving over her hard nipples. 

Experimentation. She likes to experiment a lot, but not with extreme things. Amanda is open to adding toys to the experience to use them on you, on her or both at the same time. She is open to trying food play, edging, bondage… As long as it doesn’t involve pain, she is good with it.

She cares about your comfort, meaning that she will make sure that you are in a comfortable position that won’t make you sore later.

Whenever you let her sit on your face she’ll feel like a queen, like someone who just won the lottery. You’d even do 69, and you wouldn’t regret it because she adores devouring you, and she does it very well.

Mutual masturbation will be constant.

Amanda loves to dress up for you. Whenever you both go out on a date, she’ll put on a tight dress which makes her curvy shape notorious.. The lovely scent of her perfume along with how beautiful she looked that night, the way her eyes invited you to get closer with that glint of passion she usually had- God, she was stunning. Amanda gets subtly touchy when she wants to provoke you. She places her hand over your knee, over your shoulder, or just keeps it on your back and caresses it up and down slowly.

Always shaved down there for her own comfort. She has juicy, small lips resting under a small button which gets erect and notorious when she is excited. The pinky color of her vag it’s satisfying to see. Amanda’s hole usually welcomes you into a wet and warm grip inside her, allowing your movements to be smooth thanks to the natural lubrication her body has been producing.

DEVON

He has a busy schedule so it makes the intimate moments to not be as much as he’d like to spend with you. Devon likes getting into intimate situations with you, as he feels it makes your bond stronger. Still, he will make sure to make it up to you all the time he couldn’t be with you.

The moment things are getting hotter, he removes his glasses. It bothers at some point to keep the glasses as you two are making out. 

Shower. Devon enjoys showering with you and taking his time to enjoy the water but also of you. After a long day in the office he offers you to take a shower with him, and unless he feels you down or upset, he won’t try to make a move. If he sees you following his playful attitude he will get handsy and passionate. It will be regular the times you both have sex in the shower.

Massages. Whenever he is stressed he practically begs you for a massage, but he simply loves your touch so much that he’d exaggerate his pleasant reactions to tease you. But he couldn’t deny that his body would instinctively react to your touch, making him hard more than once. He’s also good at massages, and if you allow his goofy side to come out, he’d keep going to massage other areas. More than once the massages would end up with a happy ending.

Playful. Devon is a positive person when it comes to his business, even if he is the boss and he has to be responsible with it. He has this playful mood he shows up whenever he is comfortable enough or he wants to ease the tension in the place. But he also knows how to add this behavior during sex with the intention of making you laugh and calm your nerves. 

This also involves that he is a tease and he won’t deny being into edging. So poor you, he won’t make it easy for you to come.

Devon likes to take his time to prepare you for him, stretching you out properly before you can take him. He’d use his fingers to caress your walls, scissoring you and making sure you’re properly lubricated for it to not hurt. That’d end up in a good fingering session.

Whenever you wake up early and there is still time to go to work, no one denies that there will be morning quickies to start the day.

Praising. Devon adores being honest with you and telling you how good you feel, what pretty sounds you make and that kind of stuff. He is very gentle with his words.

He holds your hands as he is inside of you, whispering sweet words and complimenting you during that sensitive moment you are in. 

Makes love. No matter if Devon is playful, he’d like to keep it vanilla, to make sex be something intimate, romantic which makes you both feel the deep connection in between you both. Devon may be intense, but he’d never be rough to you.

Cockwarming. Whenever he is working late in the office and you decide to make him company, more than once he’d hold you in his lap for warmth. But sometimes you both would get freaky.. So that’s the easiest way for him to feed you at that moment. Unluckily he won’t let you move as he’d still be working on some documents.

Devon isn’t a loud person during sex, he simply breathes heavily and sometimes grunts, but he won’t be too loud even if he’s receiving a head.

He approaches from behind whenever you are making a meal in the kitchen and gives you a couple of kisses on the neck. He’s not opposed to taking you over the counter.

He’s a soft dom, he likes to be the one in control.

For him it is a must to say “I love you” once it all ends, giving you probably the best aftercare someone could give you.

Talking about his dick, he might be 11 cm when soft and 14 when hard. He keeps the hairs short down there so it doesn’t bother during your moments. He has no time to shave himself constantly down there. He is on the thicker side.

THOMAS

Sensitive. Thomas is sensitive all over his body and he makes no effort to hide it, because, even if he gets flustered, he adores your touch. He doesn’t want you to stop touching him. You are one of the people who has the ability of making his heart thump loudly and fast like never before. He’d shiver and arc under your touch easily, but instinctively searching for more contact. His neck is sensitive, his arms are sensitive, his waist is sensitive, the same for his thighs… he is sensitive everywhere.

I believe he has no experience in the practical part of this subject, but he has seen videos when he was younger. Still, he didn’t have any experience with his last partners because they didn’t last long and there was no time to build a trust for him to get intimate. He has an idea of what sex is, he knows about the theory part but has no idea about the practical part (still there are things he doesn’t know or believes because he hadn’t experienced it yet).

We’ve seen that Thomas might do unexpected things that definitely no one would imagine coming from a person like he is. When Thomas wanted to take things further, the shyness started to fade. The quiet ones are the most dangerous in bed they say… and with Thomas you can check that it must be true because he really lets all his fantasies out.

Handsy. Just as he likes to be touched by you, he likes to touch you and memorize every single spot of your body. He likes to remember the texture and the taste of you, so whenever he just misses it he’d say “I think I forgot the taste of you, may I try you out again?” 

Making out on his motorbike would happen a couple of times. Whenever he brings you to a new solitaire space he knows, he’d sit you in the copilot room, he’d face you and then devour your mouth with no shame.

Ride him as he plays. Oh yes, he loves this. Even if sometimes it’s risky, he just mutes himself and that’s it- it wouldn’t be the first time he mutes himself while playing with friends because he felt like doing so. He likes it when you get all hot and decide to tease him on his lap when he is in the middle of a match in any game. At first you’d be frustrated because he’d keep you still in place, making you feel his cock completely inside you but staying still, with no movement. But whenever he gets the chance to get afk for a few seconds for the next round, he’d bounce you up and down, because he also wants to feel that friction. And what’s better than mixing both his favorite game and his favorite person making him feel great.

Whenever you are the one playing games, he’d also like to have you on his lap. And the moment things get hot, he’d finger you as you keep playing. Thomas loves to see how your character runs towards a wall for a minute as you are enjoying how two of his fingers pump in and out your hole with an increasing pace.

Hair pulling. He likes to get you on your fours to take you from behind, but also enjoys to pull your hair gently, tilting your head back so he’s able to kiss you during it.

Spooning lazy sex is his favorite kind of sex.

He can be intense too, but he must be very worked out from the foreplay to reach that point.

Thomas is silent but will get vocal after the first round, getting more sensitive with time, and you’d hear some little whimpers every now and then.

He’s pretty big, pretty tall and well distributed. When he is soft, he’s about 12,5 cm, and hard might be 16 cm. He has a pretty cock, pinky and with barely noticeable curves. He is thick and well groomed, his hair is also red. Just as Devon, he keeps it short enough so it doesn’t bother him.

He is known in the company for his memory, his great skill to remember things. Thomas would add this skill to the relationship to remember the things you like and those which you don’t.

JASON

Hand placement. This man is obviously a big tease with everything, including these kinds of moments. He doesn’t mind where he is, but he’d keep a hand on you right where he knows you will feel butterflies, whether it’s the lower part of your back, your waist, your nape to caress it slowly. And when you two are making out, his touch burns in your skin and he takes advantage of that to make you more nervous and aroused.

His smirk and gaze are the ones in charge of communicating the desire he feels for you, and it is hard to not take the hint. There is a different glint on his eyes that makes you shiver, and you don’t know if you should be excited or scared.

Begging. Jason likes to make you beg, both during the act and even before it starts. He completely adores making you desperate for his attention and his touch, and it would be one of the main reasons why he teases you so much.

He might rub against you from behind when helping you to reach something from a high place, obviously acting as innocent as he can after it.

Toys. Jason is curious about all the reactions your body is willing to show him, and he is willing to explore every extreme of pleasure to check which things will make the moment more intense or more uncomfortable. He aims to make you enjoy, of course, and he also aims to have fun. So as he is already inside of you, he’d use a vibrator on your sensitive button to check your limits. If you are into double penetration, he might also be open to exploring how it feels.

He uses his belt to tie your wrists together and make you unable to touch him no matter if you want. Jason adores tying you up.

He loves when you act like a brat regarding the consequences you are aware you’ll have to pay. 

If you are into it, he’d gladly spank you. He is really into it, but this man, no matter if he can be a brat himself, knows what consent is and he is a respectful man with that.

Jason is a sadist, but might keep that façade under a key if you are more into the soft stuff. He can be soft too.

Office. Similar to Devon, he owns an office for himself and of course he will take advantage of it. He’d also make you stay longer in his office, once others are finally home and he is basically checking the last documents of the day. He is taking you over that big desk of his, he’s willing to place all the papers to the side and make space to make you lie down. His ego increases every time you two do it there.

Jason teases you about being loud yet he aims to rip those needy sounds from you constantly, and he won’t be satisfied until hearing you cry out lovingly for him. This mf makes calculated thrusts according to your liking.

Sext him when he is free, because he doesn’t like to get turned on during important moments. Yet he sends dirty messages whenever he feels like because no one has control over his dirty mind.

He likes to give you the hope you can take control but haha…. It is all a joke. You are in control because he wants so, but he is still the one in control. 

Thigh riding. He wouldn’t let you cockwarm him because he likes to see you desperate, instead if he’s on a good day he’d let you use his thigh to cum as much as you wish. He would sometimes press his leg up to make you feel better spontaneously, but then he’d stop.

When he’s soft, his cock is 11 cm yet when he gets hard he can get to 15 cm. I believe this man is too fancy even there, with expensive boxers, a very well groomed area. Jason wants to be elegant even in bed. He is equally long and thick.

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[iamnmbr3]

I hate it when people say Ginny "deserved better" when it comes to the way she was written and portrayed in canon. I'm sorry but no she didn't deserve better. She was a barely there Mary Sue character who existed primarily to be the future wife of Harry and link to him joining the Weasley family. She was also supposed to be this very powerful witch but again it never paid off. She didn't amount to anything. She turned out to be a big nothing burger of a character.

Idk. I do think she deserves better, though I definitely get where you're coming from. Ginny as a character really annoys me from book 6 on. Book 6 and 7 Ginny feels like a shallow and annoying Mary Sue and also is just kinda mean and I hate that she never gets called on her bad behavior. As soon as I feel like a story is trying to shove a character down my throat and insist that I love them and that they are flawless, I kinda feel turned off by the character and I want to hate them out of spite. Ginny's pettiness and stuff like her being pretty awful to Fleur and getting angry at Harry for even saying something nice about Fleur even though he has no romantic interest in her just really rubs me the wrong way. Especially bc these flaws are ignored and even glorified by the story. Plus there's not much there with her character.

She feels like this kinda wish fulfillment empty vessel. And I hate that she gets touted as this perfect girl for Harry when their romance feels so empty and her character feels so un-compelling - which is honestly pretty unusual because generally the characters in HP are really interesting, even the ones we only hear a little about.

Now that said, I still do actually feel that she deserves better. What do I mean by that? Well, first of all, in-universe she ends up with someone who frankly, doesn't pay much attention to her. Harry barely knows anything about Ginny and never makes her his priority. Even in the epilogue it feels like he barely even consulted her on naming their children. He never really views her as an equal or respects her opinion. And she seems to feel pressured to act a certain way to please him. Like not crying in front of him because it might bother him, but apparently having been extremely upset after their breakup according to Ron etc. I don't think they are really compatible or have a deep or substantive relationship and I think that's sad and she (or anyone in that situation) deserves better.

Also from a more Doylist POV she deserved better because her character had so much potential. I actually loved Ginny in book 5. She has a lot of growth but also still feels connected to who she was in the first 4 books. She doesn't need to be amazing and perfect at everything. She's human and real. She catches a snitch by luck because it was slow and her competitor looked away at the wrong moment - and she has the humility to notice and admit this. And it doesn't matter. Harry's professional-level good at Quidditch. She's good at other things. Also Harry and Ginny actually have a deeper and more trusting relationship in that book than in book 6, but I digress. She doesn't need to suddenly be an amazing seeker and an amazing chaser and be #NotLikeOtherGirls and super into Quidditch (even tho she wasn't in book 4) to be likable but book 6 makes her all these things and it just takes away from the real and human and flawed and empathetic and actually funny Ginny we have in book 5.

Also her whole backstory from book 2 was really promising. She and Harry could've bonded over both having had Voldemort inside their heads. She could've provided critical insights about Tom Riddle since she spent a year essentially being pen pals with him. She could've had an epic arc where in book 7 she took on a more central role in the fight and ultimately got to face her childhood monster and destroy a Horcrux. Also there was just a lot to explore with her dealing with the trauma from book 2. She could've done so much. But nope. She just gets reduced to Love Interest TM. So yeah we had this really great character who was just coming into her own in book 5 and had all this amazing potential and then gets absolutely torpedoed by JKR bc she doesn't know how to write romance. And I do think that's a shame.

Now I ship drarry and I think that's always going to be the most interesting and well set up relationship for Harry to be in. But I think Harry and Ginny getting together the way they did is realistic but I think they would then realize they aren't really a good match - they don't know each other and both are more attracted to the idea of each other than anything else. I think them realizing this and working through it would be something interesting to explore in an 8th year fic.

[amuseoffyre]

Was having a thought last night while watching episode 6 again, plus thinking about some meta I wrote the other day about Stede’s tendency to not be direct about things that make him happy/unhappy.

He inclines to use the passive voice, which makes sense given his past experience. His father mocked and belittled him when he dared to say “I thought that when I did marry”, Mary shouted at him when he said “I just think why waste our time here”.

So instead of voicing opinions, expressing what he’s really feeling, he skirts around it, implies rather than says directly:

we won’t be needing that - when offered an invitation to a posh do

don’t feel you have to rush off on my account. We’re all enjoying your company - “please don’t leave”

it’s a long way - trying to say he doesn’t want to go to China

And then we have one of the few times he expresses his feelings out loud and directly. It comes immediately after Calico Jack mocks him, rubs his relationship with Ed in Stede’s face, pisses on his shoes and then Ed offers to play a game that involves throwing hard things at his head. And he tries to do his usual technique of avoiding the situation - “I might just head back to the ship” - but it’s when Ed suggests that coconut wars will be fun, he actually lets slip what he’s actually feeling.

Given we have canonical history of Stede having hard things thrown at his head by people like Calico Jack, it’s no small wonder that Stede actually lets his feelings out in that moment.

“I’m not finding any of this a blast, actually. I don’t like to drink til I puke or get pelted with coconuts. And making a turtle fight a crab? That’s just mean. Honestly, Ed, I don’t like who you are around this guy.”

And if Jack hadn’t shown up, it could have been a very significant moment for them, both of them figuring out stuff, but instead, CJ gets in the way again and the next time Stede sees Ed, Ed chooses to leave him. And not just leave him, but refer back to the exchange on the beach as the reason.

“This is who I am, Stede. Do you see me now?”

No wonder he retreats into the passive language again and is so nervous the second time they’re having an important conversation on a beach. He doesn’t want to do it wrong like he did it wrong last time and drive Ed away.

[lesbiansforlaurencezvahl]

soooo random but what’s your opinion on most popular aphmau ships ?

OMG HIIII IM HONORED..... OKAY OKAY SO

first off I do not want to yuck anyone's yum!! I love that people love all of these ships and can find joy in it. Its my biggest pet peeve that people hate on people for loving stuff. I love that others love stuff :( these r just my personal taste!!

i fucking hate aarmau lol <3 it can burn in hell and I think its so bad and poorly written

garrence is cute! its not my go-to ship and I have no stronggg attachment to it but my best friends really really like it and I like exploring their dynamic + writing fic 4 them :3

i would die for laurmau. clenches my fist. they are. they are. they are the best thing on this planet. I've written a miny essay about it just because. when I have my Aphmau hyperfix I am actually so insane about them. @metelis-favorite once watched me remember laurmau existed. and then start to SHAKE. because I loved them so much. it was HUMBLING.

garmau is interesting becauseeee uhhhh I go back and forth. I don't think about them really romantically as a couple? again neutral on that.

(its funny because I lived in my sorority house this year and brought my Laurence doll @garrothromeave got for me and my roommate was like "oh we need to have garroth representation because I watched this when I was younger and I'm a .garroth stan" so we printed out a picture of garroth and they hung out together all year underneath the shotglass with boobs. UHHH and we would watch mcd. again. IN MY SORORITY HOUSE. HORRIFYING. and we would fight over garmau vs laurmau. society is HEALING.)

however I ADORE them as a platonic couple/soulmate kinda deal. they're so so so sweet!! again @garrothromeave and I have a playlist about em and I'd love to talk about it more :3

i LOVE LOVE LOVE garrencemau. its the perfect ship. again its interesting because I'm not passionate about garrence/garmau but I ADORE garrencemau its genuinely such a perfect ship. so cute.

i also love love zoeymau! one of the things I first got into when I got into Aphmau again. its so sweet. its THEE lesbian yearning. its so sweet. makes me go sniff sniff. I also love the angst potential with it. its so sweet :(( what do you MEAN Zoey gave up her immortality just to bring back Aphmau. what do you MEAN they live together and have two sons? WHAT THE FUCK JESSICA WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE NOT MARRIED??

dante x kc is the cutest fucking shit in the WORLD. why weren't they canon in mystreet. we were robbed. ROBBED I TELL YOU. THEYRE SO SWEET. domestic bliss. THEE married hets ever. @bisexualsfordante says they should be called purple which is really cute

i don't care for zanechan. it feels lazy that they're shipped together. oh ones emo and ones pink? pack it up. bubbline wannabe or travlyn. it rubs me the wrong way and it feels underdeveloped lol

i have no real opinions on katemau but its cute! thumbs up to lesbians (heart eyes)

if you have any other ships you want me to talk about lmk!! I'm super hyperfixated on UHHH. Irene x Xavier (that guy that was mentioned ONCE LOL) so I don't care about any other ships. but I love aphmau :)

[thephantomcasebook]

Your posts about Olivia Cooke really opened my eyes, I went on a deep dive to see some stuff. and seeing her talk about alicent and everything it just seems like she's talking out of her ass. I read the other day about Sara Hess talking about a convo with her and Cooke speaking about how Olivia has her own "head canons" for alicent and rhaenrya.

Like just about how alicents mother found out that young alicent and rhaenrya were kissing and making out? That just rubbed me the wrong way. Like two girls kissing I don't give a shit? Love who you want but when your a grown woman, in your thirties talking about children making out? That's disgusting the way she plan out says that. I was wondering your other opinions on that whole mess she's got going on.

Look ...

I've said my piece about Olivia Cooke over the years. I think she's a really good actress. I just watched "The Secret of Crickley Hall" and I liked it quite a bit, and I got really attached to Nancy because Cooke was so good. I've liked her since "Bates Motel" and knew even before trying House of the Dragon Season 1 that I was probably going to like her as Alicent - though I was already predisposed because I already liked both Alicent and Criston as characters before the show. She has this uncanny ability to make you attached, strongly, to the characters she plays.

When she's on screen you can't help but love her.

In the end, my problem is not personal to Olivia Cooke, it to actors and Actresses in general, especially toward actors and actresses of a certain age group - mostly late millennial people. I think they're vapid, empty headed, morons, who say creepy and weird shit, cause, they're surrounded by creepy weird people and caught up in social bubbles that don't exist in reality.

Cooke is just one actress among many of our generation who lack empathy and believe less in inhabiting a character and their life and more stripping the character so that they can feel more comfortable in their skin by making them more like the actor/actress. It's naked narcissism, the easiest to spot from anyone who knows how to analyze personalities and performances. And while Olivia Cooke is very - VERY - good playing Alicent, she'll never get past herself, because, Cooke wants to play Alicent the way Cooke wants rather than how Alicent should be played as an established character.

Cooke's naked misandry and bullshit angry bimbo feminism got in the way of Alicent being played consistently.

Alicent should not be angry with the people around her, she should not be hitting and yelling at the people close to her. Criston Cole is her closest and most trusted friend, confidant, and partner in all things - more so than Rhaenyra ever was. When Criston Cole was named Hand of the King, Alicent should not be berating or trying to humiliate Criston cause he took her daddy's job. When Criston got named Hand of the King, it should've been played that Criston AND Alicent got named Hand of the King because they're partners and they do everything together. Criston was Alicent's in to regaining power because there's no one who knows Criston better and who Criston trusts more than Alicent. Any writer would've written with the actor's full support that Alicent would be living in Criston's lap, co-ruling and plotting with him. Not berating him and throwing childish temper tantrums.

It shouldn't have been Otto and Alicent trying to control Aegon and the Green Council. It should've been Otto versus Alicent and Criston in a power struggle as it was in the book. When Aemond and Criston were plotting in Aemon's apartments, Alicent should've been in the room with them. The Crownland Campaign should've been Aemond, Criston, and Alicent's brainchild together ... as it was in the book.

Now, you might say that this is a writing a problem. And it is to a large extant. But Olivia Cooke is not exempt from blame. The actors - because of the strike - had a lot more say in the development of the characters this season - which is big mistake. And while some actors had great instincts, such as Matt Smith and Tom Glynn-Carney. Olivia Cooke chose and championed to play the angry and embittered - Alicent hates all these warmongering men - angle. Several actors spoke up to fix their characters and pushed back against the writing to make their characters better - Tom Glynn-Carney being the golden example. But Olivia Cooke did not, in fact she made Alicent worse.

This is because Cooke relishes in Misandrists power fantasies in which she gets her rocks off belittling and dismissing men. She has made no secret about it, and has run her mouth more than once about it in interviews for not just House of the Dragon but other projects in the past.

There was even a scene that Sara Hess wrote about Alicent dismissing Criston before the dinner 1x08 with a cold and snotty attitude like he was a dog. And it was cut because GRRM and another producer felt that it was incredibly disrespectful to Criston's character and was completely out of character for Alicent to ever treat Criston Cole that way. But Cooke later came out and said that she was really annoyed they cut it and spoke candidly about enjoying treating men that way. She also spent a lot of time in Season 1 at premieres bashing men as a whole, to a nauseating, unfunny, degree.

With that context, and other examples of the like, the assassination of Alicent as a character in Season 2, really starts to take shape. Yes, a lot of it was Sara Hess with Condal's dumb ass never saying no. But a lot of the path leading to Alicent betraying Criston and her sons comes from Olivia Cooke's misandrist bimbo feminism.

Any actor, in their right mind, would immediately push back and argue how dumb and out of nowhere Alicent's betrayal comes from. Any actor would know their character and the source material enough to say "Yeah, there's no way Alicent would do that to her sons, her brother, and the man she's loved since she was 14-years-old". Other actors on this fucking show pushed back and fought to keep uncharacteristic writing from ruining their characters - Tom Glynn-Carney gate kept Aegon fiercely behind the scenes.

The reason that Cooke didn't push back or tried to maintain Alicent's character is because the idea of Alicent betraying her family to join Rhaenyra is something that Cooke wants and agrees with politically. She did it for the ops, not for the character. Cooke got a hard-on at the idea of betraying men to join team girl-boss, "cause Like Girl Power and shit!" and not once did she give a flying fuck about the integrity of the character she was playing. Because, fuck it, she's on team feminism!

Like I said, my issues with Olivia Cooke is not personal, she is a symptom of a narcissistic rot of the profession in general in which actresses no longer play a character but play out wish fulfillment and power fantasies, and if a character is "Problematic" than they change them to suit their personal preferences.

Cooke could and would play a flawless Alicent if she was kept in line by an iron fist of a competent and experienced showrunner and producer that would curb her selfish bad habits and demand a little more professionalism from her.

[tomodachi-to-koibito]

at the very core of my person I am more than willing to eat crow, beg for forgiveness and say "Beau deMayo you weren't leading us on after all!"

buuuuut-

the shitty way Jean has been mishandled aside (and the snipped and rushed storylines for a few things)

I just can't get over the show runner saying baiting stuff like how Gambit x Rogue is the otp of the series and then proceeds to bring in the worst love triangle of the x men run and rub it in the noses of Gambit fans let alone Romy fans.

the fact that he's gleeful about perma killing Remy and says bullshit like how he needed to give him a crop top to make him likeable!???

HAH.

Gambit is always likeable and x men the animated series made him a fan favorite!

like-

It's okay for deMayo to have SOME favorites and boost em a little (that's a bonus of running a show right?) but with how some of these storylines have converged just to get to this point has been done so badly it's hurting my brain and now when somebody asks him what his five year plan was he brings up that HORRIBLE arc for Rogue where she marries Magneto and gives him a baby???

i mean-

my dude, my guy,

you're clearly super freaking biased to Magneto and for some reason ship him with Rogue to the point of torpedoing what was happening in the original series and is currently canon in the comics!???

Gambit and Rogue are McMarried, BEAU. and while you might NOT be McLoving it a LOT of people do

matter of fact-

WAY MORE PEOPLE THEN THE FEW WHO WANT ROGUE TO BE THE TROPHY WAIFU OF A MAN MORE THAN TWICE HER AGE IN A SHIP THAT IS WEIRD AND MAKES HER ACT LIKE A FROSTY BOSSY ASSHOLE

I read Age of Apocalypse! It had some really insane and cool stuff but it was also horrible for me as a Rogue fan!

She doesn't have to BE with Remy but for the love of GOD stop trying to make her into a stoic gurl boss. She's much more human then that.

i don't trust you, demayo. at all. and I'll gladly apologize (a little) if I'm super duper wrong and you aren't trying to force Rogue to make out with your favorite weathered GI Joe dolly. 🤡

[beevean]

The whole "you're just sexist" response to Lanolin really rubbing a lot of fans the wrong way is the last thing I want to hear from a fandom that spent over two decades perpetuating shit like portraying two female characters being catty and antagonistic towards each other over a guy when it came to Amy and Elise(and still do it to this day), and Amy and Sally, when the characters in question never did any of that to each other in canon.

I may be old lol, but for me sexism in the Sonic fandom was (is, in some instances):

reducing Amy to an insane stalkerish yandere based on one (1) line in Sonic Heroes, a game that did everything but take itself seriously. Did anyone portray Espio as a callous gangster for lowkey threatening Cream to give away her pet? Yeah.

slutshaming Rouge to the point that even in Archie she was written as a cold, manipulative femme fatale willing to kiss the likes of Locke to get her way - ignoring that she uses far more than her feminine charms to achieve her goals and she can be kindhearted

reducing Maria to Shadow's trauma button, fully indulging in the "Stuffed in the Fridge" trope. What do you mean, we could flesh her out? She's only good to cause a man pain!

treating Elise like the worst character of all time for the crime of being a perfectly normal girl with a crush on a cartoon animal. The first part is what I want to focus on right now: Elise didn't karate chop her way out of Eggman's grasp, so that makes her a weakling. She is not #girlboss enough. Women can only be physical badasses and mean af.

Flynn himself propping up Blaze and Tangle as the only worthwhile female characters in the series purely for their fighting prowess, while dismissing Amy, Rouge and Cream for being "all over the place", too sexy, and too young (the same not said about Tails and Charmy: this is reflected in his writing, where only Cream gets infantilized).

So forgive me if I don't feel guilty for pointing to an unlikeable character who happens to have boobs and saying "wow, that character sure is unlikeable". Because I remind you, the stuff most people say about her was also said about male characters when relevant. Sexism would be slutshaming her for her big chest, for example, not pointing out legit grievances in the writing.

[crimsonsoulpower]

As a brown SA survivor it really rubs me incredibly wrong the way people try to paint Armand as a perpetuator of SA when in canon he's only even explicitly been a survivor of it. There are plenty of ways canon has established he's hurt Louis and his part in killing Claudia that people can talk about. Picturing stuff that isn't shown to paint him as that is just awful. There's a conversation about the mind wipe, the whole context of it and how it happened but they've very clearly not shown if they even have been intimate like that after it (if they even were so prior to it because Louis got into it to spite Lestat and punish him and also maybe himself).

Furthermore people find their barely negotiated (if even that) kink which does include scenes of Armand saying no then same thing being asked again of him which he does eventually acquiesce to are icky as hell especially knowing Armand's history.

[parachutingkitten]

Thoughts on the entire Serpentine species being entombed? It always rubbed me the wrong way, especially since it led to the Anacondrai being doomed to extinction, and makes Pythor a canonical genocide survivor. In fact it really bothers me how the narrative doesn’t really explore how fucked up and disproportionate of a response that is. It feels like S4 kinda explored the idea that the Serpentine were victims as well, but it feels like there’s no real apology from humanity and all of the blame is shifted onto Chen, even though Chen couldn’t have dictated every decision humanity made.

Thoughts on imprisoning an entire race of people after war? Um, I'd say I'm anti. Feel pretty secure in that assessment.

I feel like it's not a secret that ninjago bungled the whole serpentine thing hard. Like they try and make some commentary on it in season 3 when they do the flip but... nah. Ninjago does not have the depth to tackle that subject. Shrugging before ignoring it forever was probably better than them trying to address it head on, honestly.

I will point out, while they do pin the start of the tensions on Chen, the entombing of everyone at the end of the war is on the EMs. They did that. To add a wrinkle into things, seems like magical entombment is a standard serpentine punishment? Idk. This stuff is wild.

[neverenoughmarauders]

I’ve just realised why Wolfstar rubs me up the wrong way when it takes precedence over James or Harry. And it’s personal, which I think tbh this debate is for most.

For some people, Wolfstar was the first gay couple in the series. They saw the ‘finishing each other’s sentences’, the joint present, the living together, the closeness and intimacy, and finally saw a gay couple in an extremely heteronormative book series. Of course it becomes personal when others say they see no evidence for this. Also why wouldn’t we want them to be in love? And the more I learn about wolfstar the more I understand this side of the argument. We non-wolfstar people must sometimes appear absolutely hateful.

I didn’t see wolfstar, however. (I still don’t). I don’t think it makes me a bad person; blind or a homophone. It just makes me someone who was dealing with other things and therefore took away other stuff from the series.

When I was reading the series, I was dealing with the slow and irreversible decline of my father’s health. I was living with a mother and sister who I loved, but who were both very fem. For me, it was hard to relate to them.

For me, Sirius Black’s sole focus on Harry represented the father figure I missed just as much as Harry. Like Harry I didn’t really know my father all that well (he’d been sick in some capacity since I was born). It was extremely important to me to have Sirius focused entirely on me Harry. It was easy to find platonic and not so platonic reasons why Sirius’ whole life evolved around Harry/James. Those were the moments that stood out to me and I relished reading this series.

Yes I am also a sucker for the type of relationship James and Sirius had. If you thrown the words brother (which has it’s own set of angst-y stuff) or ‘like a brother’ (which opens a few more romantic doors as well as some platonic ones), I am bound to love the story.

This isn’t me making excuses for not liking wolfstar all that much. I like what I like. I dislike what I dislike. I just lose my patience sometimes when some (some being the operative word) Wolfstar fans say they haven’t brought in any biases - and they see the canon clearly - it’s us non-Wolfstar people who are biased against them being gay.

The reality is that JKR wrote these characters intending for them to be straight and we all brought our own biases into it. My bias of not making Wolfstar a thing isn’t an evil plot to make the story more hetrosexual (I love other m/m ships just don’t take Sirius’ attention away from me Harry/James). Sirius isn’t straight in my eyes. I’m all here for ignoring JKR. I’m just not here for wolfstar all that much.

So here it is: my own biases - ready to be used as an argument why I got the story wrong by those who disagree with me. My view: people don’t get stories wrong. A good story has multiple sides to it…

[e-rated-beardo]

✨ New fic ✨

(Just a little guy, climbing around where he shouldn't be)

I've embarked on something overambitious again! 😃 I'm 85k words and 20-ish chapters in on my gdrive - enough to dare to start posting before pride month is over. (trans angel trans angel trANS ANGEL—)

It's a supernatural murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/love letter to the City of Aberdeen/project to besmirch every building of my alma mater. Crowley and Aziraphale are human (and subtly different from their "regular" selves—but that's for readers to wonder about and characters not to notice, yet) and meet as academics. Cue bickering and romantic tension. Then, someone is found murdered on a summoning circle.

Scorn and the Saint-Maker (rated E, no warnings)

Tags: Murder mystery, Temporarily human, Romance, Smut (some skippable), Demon summoning, Canon universe, Trans Aziraphale 🏳️‍⚧️, Cis Crowley, more tags on AO3

Summary, excerpt and art stuff™️ below the break⤵

Summary:

Doctor Crowley has turned truancy into an art form, lecturing only under sufferance. Doctor Fell has signed up for his undergraduate course and has no plans to let him slack off. When a faculty member is found dead, our heroes start forming uneasy suspicions. What was the occult symbol drawn next to the body? Why does it feel like they’ve known each other forever? How is Crowley supposed to tell police that he thinks the murderer is a demon he summoned 35 years ago? And what about that statue that’s the spitting image of the victim?

Read the first two chapters on AO3 ➡️

Excerpt from chapter 2:

The bloody man… was… cute. He was cute, and damn him to hell. Anthony Crowley didn’t like cute. He didn’t even like people. Crowley had barely looked twice at another man in a decade. He’d already given that part of himself up as a bad job at about the same time that he abandoned his last attempt at making friends. He just wasn’t a friendly sort—he had too many sharp edges, too little patience, and too much of a penchant for rubbing people the wrong way for sport. But then here came this waistcoated, tartan brolly, sarcastic eyebrow, bitten-back smirk, Doctor-of-Information-Sciences oddity, strolling right into his lecture theatre where he didn’t even want to be, and all of a sudden Anthony J. Crowley, doctor of mathematics and advanced bastardry, found himself improvising a class about the very core of mathematics and trying to sodding impress. It was embarrassing, really.

✨ Art stuff™️ ✨

I wanted to sketch the building whose epic clock tower appears about five sentences into the second chapter (the first is a prologue, so it barely counts), so I found the prettiest reference photo with the most exciting perspective situation I could find. (The second point was a consequence of the first.)

Just look at this bullshit:

Then, well.

Things went a comfortable amount of overboard about as soon as pencil touched paper

Isn't she gorgeous, this granite orgy in gothic overkill? 🖤

Bonus: This fic contains maths (CW?), and there's going to be some blackboard drawings here and there. Here's the first. Gold star (maths nerd star ⭐️) if you can tell me the problem we're discussing without reading first.

Start reading "Scorn and the Saint-Maker" on AO3 ➡️

ping @goodomensafterdark ❤️ @harlotofupdog, this is the fic where Crowley draws 🍆s on students' homework 😄