emberwritesinsight

[kristoffs-lullaby]

some varigos and a whole lotta varians :]

[vetitiscripta]

some sfw and nsfw headcanons for tpof ren please🦊🙏🏻 instantly fell in love with your writing and craving the foxy dilf

oh anon you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! AND YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY HAVE DILF REN HEADCANONS I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR THAT MAN I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG

sfw

he lets you run your fingers over his scars, tracing them. if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll even tell you the story behind them

still a big anime fan so on his days off he likes to just relax with you and do anime marathons

since ren lives in different apartments, of course you go with him when he moves locations. he found an apartment by the bunker to stay in while you were recovering. traveling while you have multiple open wounds seems like a hassle so he figured it would just be easier to get a place nearby

YOU ARE SO SPOILED!! anything you want, its yours. you once mentioned how you miss all the games you had and you woke up the next morning to just about every new gaming console under the tv, already plugged in and games loaded on them. sometimes you have to be careful with what you offhandedly mention wanting because he will get it for you (he just likes seeing you happy, he lives for your smile)

once you are trusted with being outside (something that took quite a while for you to earn), he will absolutely take you out and about in town just to A) show you off and B) take you on shopping trips. he 100% has a black card. ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET! that sweater is $1500? sure, get one in every color. you like the glass elephant that is made purely of crystal? it can be a decorative piece on the dining table

despite how spoiled you are, you are not free from being punished. you don’t get punished as much anymore, but at the beginning of your relationship, you defied him, hoping that you could get away (either running away or by death, you didn’t care at that point). ren has been through his fair share of punishments, he’s told you such; he knows how to leave a memorable punishment to help you understand. he’s also not above bringing out the shock collar in case the punishments aren’t enough

but after every punishment, he always cleans you up and cuddles with you, stroking your hair as you cry into his chest. depending on how far in the relationship it is, he can feel bad for punishing you but he knows that it’s to help you behave and understand

before you’re trusted to be left alone in the apartments, he’ll bring you with him to the bunker when he’s streaming. the first time you realized where you were, you almost threw up from the pure panic that spread through you. ren cupped your face and kissed you to help calm you down, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find how absolutely terrified you were adorable. while he’s streaming you are left in the hands of rhino and kangaroo, who you have come to enjoy and consider friends (or at least as close to friends as you can get in your now abnormal life)

ren once considered getting you a pet to keep you company when you’re alone but he quickly discarded the idea due to how jealous he would be. you are his and your full attention should be on him. he might consider something super low maintenance like a goldfish (you would have to beg him for it though because he would still be jealous what a loser)

i personally think that ren would want a family. its not an intense urge he has, not something he thinks about 24/7, but he thinks about it every so often and how nice it would be (he’s also not getting any younger). ren is very fucked up (from both trauma and who he is as a person now) and it might not happen, but he still thinks about it, especially with you. its very cheesy of him to say, but he knows you’re the one. when he’s really going through it and feeling down, he wonders if what you have is real, if you truly love him or if it’s all for show to just survive (you always tell him that if it was just for show you wouldn’t be so willing to be around him and probably would have killed yourself early on babe your stockholm syndrome is showing)

nsfw (under the cut)

cliché but ren likes to bite during sex. he gets rather caught up in the moment and tasting you really gets him going

his heats can be pretty intense. his more clingy side comes out when he’s in heat and he will not leave you alone. from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep for the night (if you sleep during his heat), he has you in different positions and his dick is always inside you. even if you have to get up for something, he is following you, basically piggybacking you with how close he is

while you probably don’t appear in streams anymore, ren will occasionally film you two fucking. he teases you by telling you that you’re live and everyone is watching or that he’ll upload it for his fans later (a lie, you’re for his eyes only now but he does love how flush you get and how you beg him to turn the camera off)

this is already canon but ren loves seeing you in cute, frilly lingerie. there is nothing he loves more than to buy you an expensive lingerie set and have you show it off to him, only for him to rip it off of you within seconds. if he really likes the piece he’ll fuck you in the lingerie and will have you wear it again

phone sex while he’s away. every night he’ll call you just to listen to you get yourself off while he talks you through it. he’s fisting his cock during it as well, but he loves guiding you through it more. he has to make sure you don’t miss him too much. sometimes he’ll cut the call short and will wait for the spam of calls and texts from you as you beg him to call you again so you can cum. if you don’t get to call, he’ll demand you send pictures/videos. anything will do: shirtless pics, videos of you fingering yourself. he keeps everything you send him in a special folder on his phone that he turns to when he needs a quick dose of you

loves teasing you in public. fancy restaurant on the nice end of town? ren has his hand in your pants while the two of you talk over a split dessert (well, he’s talking. you’re trying to not moan out loud in the middle of the restaurant). is not afraid to drag you into an alley and push you to your knees, cock springing out as he tells you to open your mouth. he’s not worried about anyone seeing but if they do he’ll either throw a smirk their way if you’re hidden from their sight or, if you’re not hidden, he’ll remember what they look like and will seek them out later for a ‘friendly chat’ (you are for his eyes only)

BREEDING KINK!!! following my whole ‘ren wants a family’ thing, he def has a breeding kink. even if his intention isn’t to knock you up, he talks like it is. talks about cumming inside you and how good you would look all round and full of his pups. you moan at his words, too drunk on his cock to reply or think about what he’s saying. you’d ask him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you with his cum. he’s also definitely the type to push his cum back into you as it leaks out. (for my ladies: he’ll definitely put a pillow beneath your hips to help the chances if he’s feeling spicy)

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hello again I’m the one addicted to your dealer!remus writing, you have such a good way of writing his character and I love it! Anyways I hope you’re feeling better I’m currently poorly as well and it sucks. If you’re feeling up to it I would love more of your writing. Maybe a dealer!remus who meets fem reader at a ren faire and she’s like a siren or fairy or something? Idk I trust you

Also if you don’t have a 🐡 or 🫧 anon I would love to be one or both of those since I have a feeling you might be seeing more of me 🥰

I hope this is okay! I’ve never been to a ren faire but I’d love to go one day though! Of course you can be both!

“You’re a nymph.” A man in pirate costume says as he helps you climb up the stairs to the stalls.

You’re in a sheer purple skirt that has vines hanging down to your thighs, there’s a slit somewhere that shows off your skin and your green blouse has sleeves that flow down your arms and behind you.

The chains in your waist clink as the crystals hanging on them knock against each other with each step.

“And you’re a pirate,” you take a glance at his eyes and flash him a smile when you notice how red his eyes are. “A very high pirate.”

The pirate man smiles, a silver scar splitting his lip making him look handsome. His sandy brown hair also works with his outfit, making it look like he’s spent years at sea with the sun and salt water to bleach his hair.

“They do like their influences.” He says making you laugh. “What about nymphs?”

You give a demure shrug, “We do live amongst them.” The pirate man’s hand shifts to your shoulder, adjusting some of the leaves and foliage there.

You know in your bones this man is a flirt, especially when he flashes you an easy smile when you look up at him.

“Is this your first ren faire?” You ask you walk ahead of him, smiling when you hear his boots clicking as he follows behind you.

“Second, but my friends seem to have abandoned me.”

You glance over your shoulder, finding the pirate man tucking a roll on behind his ear. You never would have imagined a simple action like that would be so attractive. “I can keep you company for the time being then. Will you drink tap beer?”

When he nods you smile and order two glasses.

“Where are your friends? Or are you a veteran of the ren faire?” You ask as you wait for the beer, leaning on the counter as you look at the man before you.

He has this soft beauty to him and his pirate get up makes it rogue-ish but also there’s flashes of the softness of it all underneath it all.

You smile as the pirate man rushes to pay, and hands you your glass first. “It’s my fifth year, but my friends are about somewhere.” You take a sip of your beer. “To be honest, I snuck away to save myself from being tie breaker to a game of darts.”

Your new friend raises an eyebrow and you spy another scar slicing through the skin there. “What’s so bad about darts?”

Your tone turns bashful and you look up at him through your eyelashes, “I have terrible aim. What’s missing from this outfit is a pair of glasses that irritate my eyes much less than the contacts I’m currently wearing.”

The pirate man falters for a moment your gaze soft yet intense as you look up at him. “I see. What would you rather be doing then?”

You smile, “My favourite parts are the jousting tournaments and the petting zoo. Also spending loads on trinkets.”

The man nods, about to say something in reply when a pair of pirates, one lanky with black hair and one burly rush up to him.

“Remus you can’t just wander off! We’ve been looking for you for ages.”

You laugh at the way the pirate man, Remus, flushes. Pink looks good on him.

He looks back and smiles at you and it’s even more handsome the second time; especially when it seems intimate and shared just between the two of you.

“I was here getting something to drink with the pretty nymph.” He gestures to you and you give his friends a wave and introduce yourself.

Remus tucks away the sound of your name in every nook in his mind. It suits you entirely.

The black haired one smirks and the burly one gives you a dimpled smile hello.

“How chivalrous, did he bore you to death with the fact that he’s about to be jousting and the historical reasons behind it?” The lanky one asked, clearly teasing his friend.

“No he did not, but now I’m even more excited to look at the tournament.” There’s a wicked grin on the black haired boy’s face.

Remus turns to you, “Does that mean you’ll toss me a ring of flowers?” He’s a flirt in all the ways, and by god you’d probably pass away if he looks at you any more intensely.

“Maybe I will, Remus.” You leave then, giving him a wave and a smile as you walk off towards the tents that sell all the odds and ends.

The black haired man turns to him, “You better hope you win, Moony. How embarrassing would it be if you let the pretty girl down.”

Remus rolls his shoulders back as he drains his beer, no pressure then, he thinks to himself. Maybe he’ll even get your number if he wins.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 13

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I'm here! Finally posting yesterday's read.

Last night I was watching critical role and making flower crowns for the ren faire today and I totally lost track of time. But I did read earlier and I have the notes!

Anyways; no tea- I slammed this coke zero. The flower crowns ended up being real cute though.

Here we go; last chapter of book 2!

I'm already nervous :( this chapter is titled coercion. Coercion of who?

Well. Shen Qingqiu arrives and the mountain is already under siege- solid start. p283

This is less a reflection on this current chapter and more a thought about the longevity of this character; but I feel like Luo Binghe is going to inevitably perish. The reckless abandon in which he approaches anything Shizun adjacent is going to end this man. Like in this chapter- fully just tells everyone he's of demonic heritage- 0 fucks, no care for his own life now or in the future. Sure, he's powerful as hell but like eventually he has to sleep. p284

Oh gosh. Both Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge are in a bad way AND they are in the same room as Luo Binghe. p285

Okay but to be fair, when it comes to the body of Shen Qingqiu I am on the side of the sect here. Like bare minimum even if this man supposedly committed all the crimes (he didnt and they do know this) he still deserves to have proper death rites. Luo Binghe did do some unhinged things. pp 286-287

RIP Shang Qinghua LOL everyone knows you are an opportunist with nary a loyal bone in your body. Congrats on your entire sect knowing now p288

OOP. the audacity of Luo Binghe to Liu Qingge "ah! The loser I defeated" I mean not wrong but you dont have to be a dick about it. p289 Luo Binghe is so cocky!

and here we have SQQ inserting himself into mortally dangerous situations that he could have walked away from. The self sacrificing he has been doing this entire book (intentional or not) is so wild. This man cannot do anything in a stealthy way- everything dramatic and loud and at the centre of attention. p290

WAIT! "caught you shizun" p290 He did know! I had a suspicion!

What did you expect SQQ ofc he meant to draw you out. He could have tracked you but he lost the ability to do so with the other demon. p293

as an aside I am now wondering how this is going to work out. The Zhuzhi-Lang can also torture and track him at a distance- this is going to be a later problem for SQQ and Luo Binghe no doubt

oh poor buddy "you're not a fool...I am" p293

ooooooo. "didn't my sweetness make shizun oh-so happy?" p294. that's not even it oh no so much emotional damage

Also Shang Qinghua exposed again with the mushroom info p294

I am on SQQ's side with this one. How can the sect be mad about him not going there right away when he was kind of underground and also had to relearn how to move his own body p295

I am annoyed at Liu Qingge and I think, maybe, unjustifiably. I feel like his character is complicated and eventually I want to read a character study or two about him for more insight. What prompted this is: he is both acknowledging that SQQ is doing something utterly selfless for the sect but also pissed that he's doing it at all. Like- is it him feeling inadequate? Or is it how he feels about SQQ or the sect? idk- I will continue to think about him. p297

Luo Binghe was not satisfied with mushroom-zun he also wants the original body?? p299

RIP all of SQQ's dignity and his mental health "I've already submitted to you" p299 his word choice though LOL

His body is missing?!?!?!?!?!? p300

what a cliffhanger! Now I need to know who stole his corpse! If it ends up being 2 SQQ's OR that Luo Binghe's dad is using SQQ's original body I am done done LOL.

We finished book 2!

Thank you to those who have been reading along- this has truly been so fun! I appreciate all the comments and clarifications; they have been helpful and have been making this reading process super engaging. Getting to chat about the thing I am enjoying with others who also love The Thing has been a solid highlight of my days!

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'The Solitary Clone'

Oh boy, a Daddy Warcrimes episode, happy happy joy joy!

Here it is, Doug's review of 'The Solitary Clone' or, as he calls it, 'Daddy Warcrimes Goes To Texas'.

Nothing much to say...enjoy, you lot. Doug liked this episode, but he likes Daddy Warcrimes the same reason I enjoy characters like the Joker and Daemon Targaryen: I AM NEVER BORED.

CW: Daddy Warcrimes do what he do and Doug narrates it. Need I say more? Oh and if you're from Texas, I apologize ahead of time. Doug shreds the Lone Star State something bad in here.

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Oh boy, we arrive at some dry-ass dump. It’s gross and there’s corn and everyone seems a little off. Must be Oklahoma.

Wait, there’s peaky mountains, must be Texas. Didn’t know Texas was in Star Wars but whatever. 

Well, here’s the Empire, but wait! This dump is run by an angry lady with a bucket on her head dressed like a hippie beekeeper. I’ll call her Beekeeper Bitch.

Anywho, looks like Beekeeper Bitch is holding the government officials hostage today, which is what they do for fun in Texas I guess, besides make barbeques and do weird shit at football games. I hate A&M so much. 

Now, here’s Daddy Warcrimes, having a nice nap in what looks to be the broom closet at my job where the junior engineers always end up banging each other at least once a week. I’m surprised there’s no bleach in there. Jeez, Daddy Warcrimes, no blanket?

Poor Daddy Warcrimes, trying to make friends with the other dudes at lunch and no one wants to go near him because he was forced to sleep in the Dirty Shag Closet. At least the clone cafeteria has turkey legs like Ren Faire. I wonder if it’s because Daddy Warcrimes crashes where the younger employees screw each other all day and there’s stains on the walls no one wants to talk about. Oh well. 

Oh, now we gotta see MBA-Rob. No turkey legs for Daddy Warcrimes today. I hate this little asshole, of course he’s dicking around on his stupid assed phone while Daddy Warcrimes waits and fantasizes about killing and smoked meats.

No one will swipe right on you, Rob, you’re unemployed and gave your last girlfriend an itchy crotch. Or is it left? Up and down? How does that thing where you meet ladies work? 

32 rotations…wtf is this Waterworld shit? How come Daddy Warcrimes isn’t burned to a crisp? How did he survive on that dump? Damn, the man must be part roach, I guess, wow. 

Now he’s got his sweet Johnny Cash armor back on, just looking at him makes me wanna watch that western robot show with Ed Harris again. He’s hanging out in front of that script that possessed Linda Blair back in the day. Does Pazuzu exist in this universe?

Oh, shit, it’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend! What in the what what. Glad to see he’s still around! Where’s his gold armor? Did he get it after Obi-Wan…you know, that makes me too sad to think about. I’m sorry, Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, that must have been rough on you. 

Well, looks like he and Daddy Warcrimes are off!  Where? They’re off on a charming romp to squash some rebellion!...wait, is this a good thing or a bad thing? Who are we rooting for? I’m confused. When did Star Wars get confusing? Am I old now?

Ya know who's not confused? Daddy Warcrimes! His job is pointing, shooting, killing. Which, I get, man. I worked in the oil industry. Speaking of which, they’re back in Texas, but where? Are they in Marfa? This looks like one of the shittier towns in West Texas, outside of El Paso. Are they making meth? Is the Empire the DEA? 

You know, this place is quite nice for someone like Daddy Warcrimes. Second amendment respected, the locals spoke in grunt, and smoked meats for everyone! Speaking of Texas, I wonder if there’s a Buc-ee’s inside, and the Empire wants to take over their jerky emporium, and that’s where this mess came from.

I miss Buc-ees, I could go with a hot brisket sandwich and some Beaver nuggets, get some red velvet fudge for later. 

No wonder Daddy Warcrimes is shooting everyone, the man is hungry! 

God, DAMN, Daddy Warcrimes waiting and staying perfectly still while he’s getting shot at and the TANK holy SHIT he is a BAD ASS but a BAD PERSON and I am CONFUSED BUT I LIKE IT? 

("Meat Muffin, you got a doctorate, diagnose me, what is this feeling where I’m confused but happy?"

"It’s just being happy, Doug, and my doctorate is not in psychology.")

And those crap robots are shooting at them again, but are these good guy robots? Didn’t we spend the last few years hating on them? Oh wait, they’re reprogrammed for defense…oh.

Have I ever told you how much I hate those damn things? They look like vacuum cleaners, if someone made art of a vacuum cleaner that they wanted to be human. Non sexy vacuum cleaners.

("Doug, when did you ever think vacuum cleaners were sexy?"

"Never, don’t know what you’re talking about.") 

Why does this feel like an FBI siege? Is this based on Waco? Shit man, I was in the navy when that happened. This ain’t good. This really is Daddy Wacrimes's Texan adventure, isn't it?

But what is good is Daddy Warcrimes and his GUN. Look at those trick shots like the man is yelling ‘SKEET’ and ‘PULL’ like you wouldn’t believe. I bet he’s the type of person who throws a tantrum at the ice cream store because his favorite flavor is ‘bullets’ and it ain’t on the menu.

Look at him and Obi-Wan’s boyfriend just going up and killing robots left and right. He ain’t good, but that ain’t bad. Which is…good or bad? Ah, whatever, I like this damn show. 

And there’s Beekeeper Bitch bitching at the Empire’s Bitch. Those couches look comfy. 

Daddy Warcrimes is coming your way! When she’s not wearing her helmet, Beekeeper Bitch looks just like my niece! Wow! Oh, now I don’t know, is she bad? Good? She wants independence for her people, maybe Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend and Daddy Warcrimes can listen to her? 

Oh, shut up, Empire Bitch, no one cares. ‘Execute her’ uh shut up, your hat sucks and don’t you know that Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend is a free-thinking MAN who might just up and take a DUMP on your LAWN. 

Well, no. Damn, Daddy Warcrimes, you cold-assed sonofabitch. 

‘Hang her body in the square’, what in the hell, this is dark, Dr Meat Muffin, are you letting your sweet girls watch this show? One of them’s a baby, I hope not. 

(I was 100% watching this with my 2 year old, it was on Disney, what do you expect- Dr. MM)

Welp, Daddy Warcrimes is back where he started, chilling in the cafeteria and his new best friend is his helmet. Wonderful. The helmet will at least make eye contact with him. 

Back to MBA-Rob being a dick to everyone and now Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend has run off. Probably to drink himself into a stupor and cry in a shower somewhere. I know I would, too.  

We really didn’t learn anything in this episode, did we? Well, I learned that Daddy Warcrimes is living a confusing life, never gets to eat and has to sleep in the Dirty Shag Closet. But at least he's got his helmet and his gun and MBA-Rob.

I know he’s bad, but he’s good at that, which is bad…but for me, it’s good?

[daily-martyn-itlw]

Day 150: my first drabble here! Finally!! These will be few and far between, but you guys can always submit some prompts u wanna see Martyn in <33

This prompt idea was from this post and provided by the lovley @joifee!

A meeting of the Broken Hearts Club had been called earlier, done so by a message from Ren around midday. A simple message, just saying to be at their little campfire at sunset, with the man's signature RD added at the end. Martyn hummed, eyes scanning over the text. It was just past noon when he received the thing, and assumed Pearl would be getting her own invitation as well. Weather their resident witch would actually show or not was entirely up for debate. Or if she would read the invite at all.

Pearl was....not doing great nowadays. That much was obvious to anyone with eyes. If you ignored how unpredictable her recent actions had been, the girl didn't given look okay. She was broken, and she damn well looked it too. Her eyes were sunken in from sleepless nights, and dog pack never left her side; their owner accompanied by a constant shiver from all the powered snow she sat in. (Really, Martyn wondered when tormenting Scott turned into Pearl tormenting herself as well.) It was quite the intimidating sight, along with her readiness to just pull out an axe. Her presence leaves most people on edge, and he kinda hopes she won't show up when sunset rolls around; even if Ren still wants her there for some reason. (Martyn vaguely feels bad about being one of the people to leave her, and everyone else not helping. He shoves it down. It's easier to call her the Scarlet Witch and ignore it instead)

Sunset rolls around a few hours later, and Pearl does not show. Just as he'd hoped would happen. Probably because Ren had called her wicked last time, so fair enough. Martyn knows he wouldn't have shown either after that as well. And hey, her staying home might’ve been a benefit to all three of their safeties. Well, all six of their safeties, if you counted the people that lie on the other ends of each soulbond. And Martyn certainly did not. (Not like Scott would be safe anyways, if Pearl still had powdered snow on her. Which yeah, she definitely did. Was definitely dumping it everywhere and freezing herself out. Martyn didn't think she went anywhere without these days.)

So tonight it would be just him and Ren, alone at campfire. And Martyn’s not complaining about getting to see Ren again, he'd never do so. The blonde is just....nervous. The two of them don't really talk as often as they used to, that's all. They haven't really be alone together since well....since two games ago. He thinks, as he starts heading towards the clubs little campfire, that's reason enough to be somewhat anxious.

He gets there early, right as the sky starts to turn orange. Ren is almost right behind him, approaching their meeting site from the opposite direction. Martyn had gotten there early out of pure nervousness, but it seems Ren had done the same out of nothing but excitement. He's smiling, his tail is wagging and his ears are perked upwards. It's a sight that Martyn's missed seeing.

"Martyn!" Ren calls out with a wave, his voice full of cheer. The blonde can't help the smile that makes it way onto his face, and waves back.

"Hi Ren!" He says, sitting down on one of the logs they'd placed. "How are you?" Ren sits next to him, his tail still wagging. It causes a low thumping sound against the log, one that quickly fades into the background.

"I'm...doin' okay! How about you?" The brunette smiles as he speaks, but it doesn't hide how strained his words are. Martyn furrows his brows at that, but says nothing of it. Not yet anyways. (It's almost like, now hear him out on this one, that Ren's not doing good and is lying to him. Crazy thought, you know?)

"I'm as good as I can be." The blonde says, his smile also forced. Unlike Ren, he doesn’t need to hide why he wouldn't be okay. The whole sever knows. His sufferings been in full display for the public, and that's not going to change anytime soon. Not until everyone's dead and this game us over, as morbid as that sounds.

Ren smiles at a him, a real one this time. Martyn can tell, his ears drop slightly when he's faking it. "Great! That's great." The blonde smiles back, a gentler one than he had flashed before, and looks for something else to say. He comes up empty. Ren does too.

They end up sitting in silence for a few minutes, looking anywhere but at each other. It's like without Pearl here, neither of them know how to pretend anymore. Which makes sense, there's no one to act for other than the only person neither of them want to put in a show for. The blonde shifts uncomfortably where he sits, ending up even closer to Ren than he had been originally. It's almost like gravity pulls them closer, but Martyn barely notices. There's a lot of his mind. There's a lot on Ren's mind too, if his uncharacteristic silence indicates anything.

Well, someone has to go on and bite the bullet, don't they? And Ren doesn't seem to have any interest in doing so.

"Somethings off with you, man." Martyn is the first to break the quiet, glancing over at his friend. Ren's head is dipped, and he's staring at the grass below them. There seems to be a barely hidden frown either onto his pretty face. Martyn wants to make that look go away more than he wants anything else right now. (He still hates when Ren is upset, it seems.)

"Is it really that obvious?" His friend hums, a low chuckle in his tone. Nothing about this is really funny, but it's one of those laughs people make when they're breaking. Martyn doesn't laugh back.

"Yeah." He confirms, hands wringing together awkwardly in his lap. There's only one reason he knows why Ren mught be so upset, and he doesn't really wanna bring it up, but... "It's BigB, innit?"

"Yeah," Ren admits, looking up from where he had been. The grass must've been really interesting, for him to stare at it for that long. Must've been a lot of cool bugs down there or something. "But I'm with you now, so it's not that bad anymore!"

Martyn feels his breath hitch and his eyes widen upon hearing those words, whipping his head around so he's properly looking at the other. "...Ren.." He breathes, any words wanting to say vanishing in an instant. That was very unexpected but also....surprisingly sweet. (Martyn is ignoring the fluttering of his heart in his rib cage that eleven little words just caused.)

Ren says nothing after that, just reaches over to hold his face gently; like he used to do on those long ago nights, and Martyn knows he going to lean into it before he even does so. Ren notices, of course, and smiles down at him. Martyn thinks he's going to explode. Like, explode into a million trillion pieces, his smile is that wonderful.

After that it's like all those invisible walls they'd placed had been broken down, and they are finally free to be themsleves again. Martyn is cuddled against Ren before he knows it, watching as the days dying light fades into the purple of twilight. Ren has him wrapped in strong, comforting arms, and it's not long before Martyn is using his friend's chest as pillow just like he used too. He missed this more than words could ever say.

"I wish I'd been bound to you instead.." He mumbled, burying in nose against the familiar red fabric of Ren's flannel shirt. If he pretended enough, he could still smell the scent of spruce wood that made up their old base and the carrots growing outside despite the snow.

"Don't say that now." Ren frowns deeply, one of his hands starting to fiddle idly with Martyn’s hair. It feels familiar. It feels nice. No one's really soft with him like this, not anymore. There's no other sound around them other than the crickets and the wind in the trees, like the whole world has stopped for them. Martyn knows that's nonsense and that logically, someone is probably dying halfway across the server right now. But a man can dream, now can't he?

Martyn huffs, shooting a matching frown right back at his friend. The jealousy and the bitterness in his voice would be visible even to a complete stranger. "But it's true, I'd rather have you than Cleo any day!"

Ren seems determined to agrue back, and Martyn just knows his ears have started to point downwards by now. They always do that when he's even mildly upset at something. Always. It's one of his cuter habits. "C'mon man, I'm sure Cleo's not that bad!"

"She is!" Martyn protests, face scrunching up as he remembers how he even got in this dumb Club in the first place. "I didn't even do anything wrong and she just hates me! Picked Scott over me and everything!"

"I think you're a little jealous, Martyn" Ren teases, ears now twitching playfully. I would never leave you stays unsaid in his mind. He doesn't need to say it, Martyn already knows. He and Ren had gone to he'll and back for each other, and would do so all over again in a heartbeat.

"Of who? Cleo or Scott?" The blonde snorts at that. There's no way he's jealous of those two. Why would he be? They're-

"Both." Ren hums, interrupting his thoughts. Martyn feels his cheeks start to burn despite themsleves, and pointedly does not look at his friends knowing grin.

Okay, sure, fine, maybe he's a little jealous of both Scott and Cleo. Maybe he's jealous that they have someone while he basically has nothing. (Maybe he wouldn't mind being soulmates with either of them. Maybe they're both stupid pretty.) But it's not gonna mean anything, not when the game ends. It's not gonna be like Dogwarts, it's gonna mean anything this time...

And of course Ren would tell when he was jealous. He knew him well enough, and had seen him jealous enough time too. Though usually he was jealous over someone else being with Ren, not two whole different people. But there's always a first time for everything.

Martyn, cheeks still red, changes the topic quickly. Ren doesn't comment on it, and goes along to save him further embrassment and a confrontation of some rather messey feelings. "Do you wish you'd be bound to me instead?"

Ren sighs at that, and starts running his fingers through soft blonde hair. "It's complicated..." He mutters, voice strained again. He's frowning too, Martyn can tell without even looking, and wants to kiss it off just like he did in the olden days.

"How?" Martyn asks, deadpan as he goes to hold one of the brunette's hands in his own. If he were in Ren's place, this whole soulmate thing wouldn't be complicated at all. He'd be on his own, much like he is now, especially after everything BigB has done.

Ren sighs again, one long and full of suffering. Martyn wants to suck all the suffering out of his friend and endure it instead, just so Ren never has to feel pain ever in his life. He deserves that and then some. "Well, I still love BigB, but..."

"He's cheating on you!" Martyn exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air abruptly and letting go of the one he'd been holding. "He's doing it openly! The whole damn server knows!" The blonde didn't mean for the outburst, but he finds he can't help it. Ren doesn't deserve that treatment, and even the mere thought of it just causes his blood to boil and his eyes to see a slight tinge of red.

Ren shakes his head, frown deepening, and then easeing up a fraction of a second later. "....I know. But I have you now, so it's gonna be okay!" He says, tail thumping once again. Martyn hadn't even notcied that it stopped, or that it was moving faster now.

The blonde feels his expression go all soft and mushy at that, and moved him closer. Ren smiles, and tilts his chin up, until their lips can softly press together. Fuck BigB, actually. If he won't love and appreciate this man, then Martyn will make that his job again. All starting right now, with this kiss he's need like a desert needs water. And he thinks he's just found the only and best oasis in the worlds largest desert.

I would never treat you like that goes unsaid into the kiss. It doesn't need to be. Ren already knows it's true. Martyn had made sure to treat him better than even the gods themsleves ever could, and is going to keep doing so again; because he should’ve never stopped. From now, until the end of time, he's going to treat Ren like the best man to ever walk the earth. Like the amazing, wondeful person he is, and is going to savor every moment of it. It's not going to be like Dogwarts, like the first time. He's going to make this one last, permanently, all the way until the world stops turning.

[thegreenleavesofspring]

And now I want to know everything about youuuu! :D

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

bonfire - describe your dream house.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date? 

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

I do not have a 'best friend' as pop culture views it, per se. All my dearest friends were met online, though.

I think I would try to impart the lessons I have had to learn, a little earlier and a little more gently.

One time, visiting Mt. Vernon, there was a practical demonstration of weaving. The lady kindly let me try it and I wove about half a foot of cloth, and ever since then I have wanted to learn to weave properly and get a loom.

Ken Way is in many ways a self-insert.

A blend of Ren Faire and Edwardian Lady.

Bread-and-butter pickles.

...kay this one I can't really answer without going on a long rant and a soapbox, so I think I'll let it slide. :x

I like to think I'm fairly sensible and level-headed in a crisis, so if I could make myself useful to some warlord I'd probably be fine. I don't have the physical prowess to survive on my own along with protecting my children, however. (Per the tropes, arguably I'd be the gratuitous blonde killed at the beginning of the story for shock value and to establish the stakes, but I'm not sure I'm either curvy or promiscuous enough.)

Nil. I don't wanna look like a celebrity.

...yes, the one I grew up in for ~7 years of my life. It was... so freaking haunted.

I am DETERMINED to take my boys to the Fair later this year.

Math.

Any suburban pre-fab, at this point. Large kitchen, open floor plan, a yard and room for the boys to play, lots of windows and light. Ceiling fans. I'm rather more fond of trees than most neighborhood planners are at this point, though.

Nope. I'm good in the Internet Age.

I basically dropped out of high school and was homeschooled anyway so... not really.

🤐

If we're talking about on the street, I was one time on a ten-mile hike home after being abandoned at the store and a guy in a tow truck pulled over and demanded that I let him give me a ride home. Told me to call whoever I wanted and stay on the phone the whole time or whatever, but that it was a busy road that people flew down and I would get hit. And if I refused he'd just drive alongside me and make sure no one hit me. I did have someone on their way to pick me up, but I think about that man from time to time.

It depends on the tea. If it's spiced I put half-and-half in it, if it's not I take it black.

I tend to be very pessimistic about people but I also try to keep in mind that everyone has their own struggles and hardships and heartaches.

I prefer a certain amount of neatness in my life, but with three heathen little boys it's not as much as I'd like.

...almost all of them, if I'm being honest. 🤐

Overall I rather like my hair, recent difficulties not withstanding.

...there's a lot of people. Some of them my fault and some of them not.

Thank you for the ask! ^_^

[medea10]

Medea Plays Pokemon Scarlet & Violet: Part III

I’ll get to Larry soon enough.

This might be a longer than normal post. I got in an extra day of playing due to a snow storm preventing me from going to work. Tee-hee. Let’s see how my journey is fairing out.

*gasp* Would you look at that?! A shiny! I’m not even a shiny hunter.

Oh my goodness, two of them!

Just like with Legends Arceus, it’s a little easier to point out and find shinies.

Is this a nod to the anime and TR’s Meowth or just a coincidence. I see what you did here, game.

I ran into more interesting-looking students again. Not as cringey as bruh who looks like a pedo. Buuut...

Ooh, oh no. This woman got a Frollo hairdo-look going on. What are you doing, Pokemon?

Okay, I have to admit. Out of all the memes on the internet involving the new Pokemon game, there’s one character/pokemon that I’m enjoying with all of the memes. I think you know who I mean.

That’s right. Oop, wrong file photo.

Yeah, I kinda fell in love with this sledgehammer-wielding psychopath.

Let’s see what’s up with school.

Huh. This reminds me of a Ren and Stimpy episode.

Them lummoxes love their meat on meat sandwiches. Maybe Miss Dendra is related to the lummoxes. Meanwhile, in art class...

Say no more. I’m shipping this until the day I die. Hassel loves his dear Brassie. It chokes him up inside.

Wow...um. I didn’t expect him to start crying because he heard Brassie-boy’s depression through art. This isn’t the last time you’ll see him cry.

You have no idea, lady. Let’s check out the Team Star incident.

Oh God. I know bullying is very wrong and everything, especially in this game. But...this kid just has such a punchable face. He’s like Bede, Dilandau, and Trip all mish-mashed into one entity.

Seriously, this kid here. I would like to punch him. And that’s stiff competition because the last Team Star person I fought before this little dingleberry acts like David Cross playing a Warlock.

But, you learn to let the fists go when you learn about Team Star and how they are not in the wrong. Like, at all. Everything stems back from 18 months ago. Team Star was bullied. Teachers did nothing. Team Star was formed under the guidance of the unseen boss. Turmoil hit the school. Bullies were sent to Galar. Teachers resigned. The former director covered everything up. Team Star was used as a scapegoat.

But educators like Clavell, Ms. Tyme, Jacq-strap, all of those people started AFTER this incident. The final Team Star boss is.

Whoa. I am at a loss of words with Eri. Except, I think she might be the daughter to a professional ultimate fighter and Stripperella. I ain’t even sorry for that crack.

After defeating all 5 squad bosses, you learn the hacker who told you to track down all the places and defeat the bosses that they are indeed the big boss. They will fight you on the school grounds at sundown. Let’s smash some titans.

I know you see this ginormous fella earlier in the game, like when your team is at level 20-30. Heed my advice and wait until, maybe your 6th badge to fight him. If you don’t believe me, look at some playthroughs on Youtube. People were not expecting this. Now for the confusing titan.

Is this the titan? I mean, he is bigger than some of the oth...

Ohhhhhhhh shiiiiiii...

Don’t worry, he comes back once you beat Monstro, the big, blue whatchamafucker.

So, is this guy really the titan or was the big fella the titan? I don’t know. Let’s continue.

Oh God...don’t kill me with this now.

Doggo all better. Me happy. Me very happy. Let nothing ruin this...

Bad timing. Bad timing from bad parent. And if you don’t believe me...

I feel like this was Arven’s childhood in a nutshell.

But now, Arven’s mother Professor Crazy Bitch needs his help.

Wait, aren’t we forbidden from entering the hellhole of Paldea.

That is not a good sign. Let’s wrap things up with the Victory Road saga.

Meet Japanese businessman gym leader. A.K.A. Larry. And according to the internet, the most interesting man in Paldea. I’ll stick to my Tinkaton memes thank you very much.

The interesting gym challenges continue. For Larry’s gym, you have to order the correct secret dish that he eats at this restaurant. You get clues from fighting trainers all over town.

Next gym will have you compete in double battles in front of a crowd. When the crowd is warmed up, it’s time for a concert with Gym Leader Ryme. Yes, she’s the sister of your math teacher Miss Tyme.

Oh and the gym leader also does double battles. So there’s that.

In the next gym, Miss Dendra comes in with battle faces. You will also fight some trainers. No, Dendra is not the gym leader. She’s just good friends with her.

On a side-note, Miss Dendra is the best teacher.

Anyways, fight the Cover Girl model and win a badge. In your final badge...

You have to go through this Mario Party-style obstacle course and race down before time runs out. And then you can fight Grusha.

I kept forgetting he was a boy this whole time. These characters confuse me greatly. Okay, you obtain all 8 badges, time to meet with Geeta the champ.

I was really hoping the first time someone fought for me it would be Tracey Sketchit and not female-Goku over here.

So, you know how after you finish the gym battles, you go on to Victory Road and then face the Elite Four. There’s one trainer outside the Pokemon League and that’s it. Oh, there’s something you’ll have to face that’s more terrifying than 10+ trainers in a cave.

I know I know all the answers. But she’s so intimidating that I fear I might slip-up.

After that, you face off against the Elite Four. This includes Rika, a toddler, your art teacher, and...

Oops, wrong file photo.

...

They’re the same thing.

Yes, not since Koga have we seen such a jump. After you defeat all four of them, Geeta time.

You know what? I have some things to say. This was by-far, the easiest Elite Four I’ve faced-off against. This might be because a year prior to this, I was facing off against Sinnoh’s Elite Four + Cynthia. Plus, these guys don’t stop in mid-battle to give their pokemon a Full Restore. They just take the beating, thinking they’re going to annihilate you. Spoiler alert, they don’t. Also, don’t expect to take them on again after this. You can only fight the Elite Four once.

That’s right. Let me say it again for the people in the back. This is the only time you can fight the Elite Four and Geeta in this setting.

And now you’re champ.

He’s so overcome with joy. Okay, time for a sandwich break.

To be continued...

[smokeybrandreviews]

Monster Mash

The final episode of Monarch: Legacy of Monsters is in the books and it has been one hell of a ride. This show had no right to be as good as it was. Seriously, Monarch was a solid, refreshing, little entry that squeaked in just before the end of the year and I’m glad it did. Obviously, it’s not highbrow, intellectual fair but it is very well written, with strong characters, great performances, outstanding effects, and a whole ass realized world. I have my issues, of course. Off the top, I don’t like any of the original monsters being introduced by the Monsterverse. These things suck balls, every last one of them. Admittedly, this is an overall Monsterverse thing, not just a Monarch show thing. The US is just so uninspired with their kaiju design, always has been. Ren Watabe is kind of awful and doesn’t have the acting ability to carry such an emotionally involved role. Also, this thing just blows open gaping plot holes and raises so many questions about all of the content which came before. I like a lot of the “revelations”, I just wish they were integrated with the established lore better. There’s only a handful of films. You can’t be f*cking up that narrative like this so soon. Those are minor gripes, of course, because Monarch has been a beacon of what streaming originals can be and it has found a pretty broad audience because, and this is kind of the point of this essay, the lead is a lesbian Japanese woman and no one seems to care.

You would be forgiven if you thought this was Kurt and Wyatt Russell’s show, the marketing pushes that narrative strong, but you would be wrong. This show is about the Randa siblings, Cate and Kentaro. The aforementioned disappointment, Ren Watabe plays Kentaro but, in direct contrast to his flaccid performance, Anna Sawai plays his half-sister Cate, and she is the engine that makes this show go. You watch Cate’s character develop, spend so much time with her, learn so much about it. This is HER show and it never she’s away from who she is, which is kind of remarkable because Cate kind of checks every box of diversity bingo. Woman? Yessir. Japanese? You betcha! Lesbian? Check. Overtly carrying romantic feelings for Kiersey Clemons’ bisexual May? Check, again. Also, May is black. Just wanted to throw that in there for reference. Oh, and she basically left Kentaro FOR Cate, too. You’d think having a queer relationship presented front-and-center in the middle of A-spec Goji content would get all the neckbeards in a tizzy, but I haven’t heard a single peep. But the representation doesn’t stop there. The leader of Monarch is a woman. Mari Yamamoto plays the Randa siblings grandmother, Keiko, and she’s also a founding member of Monarch, itself. Michelle Duvall, Sandra Brody’s sister, is this bad ass Monarch operative who goes rouge with Lee Shaw, eventually taking over his band of defectors after the good Colonel goes missing for the second time. This show is riddled with POC, queer, and female representation. By all means, it’s woke as f*ck and no one has said a word. Why? Because it’s f*cking good.

I will dies on this hill, man. There is no such thing as “Go Woke, Go Broke.” There is not Superhero fatigue. The issue is that this stuff is poorly written. Identity politics can encapsulate your entire goddamn narrative, as long as you write it well. Your lead characters can be two, gay ass, men, as long as the character work is there to make those aspects part of who they are, not define them as a whole. I’m speaking, specifically, about The Last of Us. They did that sh*t twice, actually. Nick Offerman’s episode as some of the strongest television I have ever seen in my entire goddamn life. It was beautiful It was tragic. It was inspired f*cking television. That’s how you do representation and identity on television for the wide audience. That’s what Monarch has done with Cate and May. That’s what we need to see more of out of Disney, Lucasfilm, and the MCU. There has to be nuance when developing these characters and stories. They have to feel real, not just performative checkboxes for Xitter clout. You’re always going to have Neckbeards upset that The Force is Female, but don’t feed the trolls with more lazy characters like Rey. Write better ones who line up closer to Ahsoka and Dr. Aphra. Interestingly enough, Chelli is also a queer woman of visibly Asian descent. An just like that, we’ve come full circle! Monarch: Legacy of Monsters is a great show. It’s probably the best thing The Monsterverse has produced to date, and it did so while incorporating a ton of diversity, without alienating the entire audience. That, alone, I think, is worth a watch. And, more to the point, worth the entirety of Hollywood taking note. We need more shows like this, Atlanta, Beef, Reservation Dogs, and The Brothers Sun. It’s not hard to write “Woke” content for the masses, as long as what you write is organic and true to the characters. No one wants to be preached at or pandered to. Monarch towed that line beautifully and every follow it’s example.

[smokeybrand]

Monster Mash

The final episode of Monarch: Legacy of Monsters is in the books and it has been one hell of a ride. This show had no right to be as good as it was. Seriously, Monarch was a solid, refreshing, little entry that squeaked in just before the end of the year and I’m glad it did. Obviously, it’s not highbrow, intellectual fair but it is very well written, with strong characters, great performances, outstanding effects, and a whole ass realized world. I have my issues, of course. Off the top, I don’t like any of the original monsters being introduced by the Monsterverse. These things suck balls, every last one of them. Admittedly, this is an overall Monsterverse thing, not just a Monarch show thing. The US is just so uninspired with their kaiju design, always has been. Ren Watabe is kind of awful and doesn’t have the acting ability to carry such an emotionally involved role. Also, this thing just blows open gaping plot holes and raises so many questions about all of the content which came before. I like a lot of the “revelations”, I just wish they were integrated with the established lore better. There’s only a handful of films. You can’t be f*cking up that narrative like this so soon. Those are minor gripes, of course, because Monarch has been a beacon of what streaming originals can be and it has found a pretty broad audience because, and this is kind of the point of this essay, the lead is a lesbian Japanese woman and no one seems to care.

You would be forgiven if you thought this was Kurt and Wyatt Russell’s show, the marketing pushes that narrative strong, but you would be wrong. This show is about the Randa siblings, Cate and Kentaro. The aforementioned disappointment, Ren Watabe plays Kentaro but, in direct contrast to his flaccid performance, Anna Sawai plays his half-sister Cate, and she is the engine that makes this show go. You watch Cate’s character develop, spend so much time with her, learn so much about it. This is HER show and it never she’s away from who she is, which is kind of remarkable because Cate kind of checks every box of diversity bingo. Woman? Yessir. Japanese? You betcha! Lesbian? Check. Overtly carrying romantic feelings for Kiersey Clemons’ bisexual May? Check, again. Also, May is black. Just wanted to throw that in there for reference. Oh, and she basically left Kentaro FOR Cate, too. You’d think having a queer relationship presented front-and-center in the middle of A-spec Goji content would get all the neckbeards in a tizzy, but I haven’t heard a single peep. But the representation doesn’t stop there. The leader of Monarch is a woman. Mari Yamamoto plays the Randa siblings grandmother, Keiko, and she’s also a founding member of Monarch, itself. Michelle Duvall, Sandra Brody’s sister, is this bad ass Monarch operative who goes rouge with Lee Shaw, eventually taking over his band of defectors after the good Colonel goes missing for the second time. This show is riddled with POC, queer, and female representation. By all means, it’s woke as f*ck and no one has said a word. Why? Because it’s f*cking good.

I will dies on this hill, man. There is no such thing as “Go Woke, Go Broke.” There is not Superhero fatigue. The issue is that this stuff is poorly written. Identity politics can encapsulate your entire goddamn narrative, as long as you write it well. Your lead characters can be two, gay ass, men, as long as the character work is there to make those aspects part of who they are, not define them as a whole. I’m speaking, specifically, about The Last of Us. They did that sh*t twice, actually. Nick Offerman’s episode as some of the strongest television I have ever seen in my entire goddamn life. It was beautiful It was tragic. It was inspired f*cking television. That’s how you do representation and identity on television for the wide audience. That’s what Monarch has done with Cate and May. That’s what we need to see more of out of Disney, Lucasfilm, and the MCU. There has to be nuance when developing these characters and stories. They have to feel real, not just performative checkboxes for Xitter clout. You’re always going to have Neckbeards upset that The Force is Female, but don’t feed the trolls with more lazy characters like Rey. Write better ones who line up closer to Ahsoka and Dr. Aphra. Interestingly enough, Chelli is also a queer woman of visibly Asian descent. An just like that, we’ve come full circle! Monarch: Legacy of Monsters is a great show. It’s probably the best thing The Monsterverse has produced to date, and it did so while incorporating a ton of diversity, without alienating the entire audience. That, alone, I think, is worth a watch. And, more to the point, worth the entirety of Hollywood taking note. We need more shows like this, Atlanta, Beef, Reservation Dogs, and The Brothers Sun. It’s not hard to write “Woke” content for the masses, as long as what you write is organic and true to the characters. No one wants to be preached at or pandered to. Monarch towed that line beautifully and every follow it’s example.

[swee7dream]

reliance huang renjun x gn!reader

genres romance and poor attempts at comedy warnings one death joke, reader gets drunk and i accidentally made renjun lowkey a weirdo. sorry o7 he's still loveable tho i promise wc 3.4k

summary for someone so insistent on self-reliance, renjun has to deal with you and your drunken escapades a lot more than expected.

Outside of the usual, this time it only took you two hours to spill what you had called Renjun over the phone in tears that morning. It usually takes around a week, seven heart-wrenching romcoms, and turning on the otherwise never-used essential oil diffuser your mom bought when you first moved out. This time, all you needed was alcohol.

“Stop laughing!”

“I’m not!” Renjun hides his mouth with the back of his hand, but he’s still visibly shaking as he holds onto the edge of the dark oak bar table. “I’m not laughing. I promise.”

“You are such a liar.” You glare over your glass as you take a sip of your drink.

“Okay, so maybe I’m laughing a little bit. You can’t blame me, though. How did your roommate house pigeons of all animals in your apartment for four months without you noticing? Even better, how did your landlord find out before you?”

“I don’t know, okay?! I don’t know…” Your shoulders drop when you sigh. “Is this even legal? I wasn’t the one sneaking animals into the building, it was them! Why am I being kicked out too?”

“I told you they were bad news from the beginning.” Renjun licks the corner of his lips and picks up his glass.

“I will punch you in the gut,” you reply without missing a beat. Your blinks quicken until they come to a full stop, your eyes wide open as if someone had taped your eyelids back. “I might have to move back in with my parents… No…”

“What’s wrong with your parents? They’re great.” Renjun smirks, propping his temple onto the knuckles of his unoccupied hand.

“Great to you, favorite child,” you grumble. “You’ve never had to deal with the never-ending dishwashing of that house. Plus, you know how intense my parents are.”

“Fair enough,” Renjun shrugs, looking away to make eye contact with the bartender and wordlessly asking for a refill with the shake of the melting ice cubes in his cup. “Your dad’s summer training was… rough, to say the least.”

The memories of those hell-like middle school summers still make you shiver. Your father’s voice echoes in your mind as he barks orders on landscaping at you, Renjun, and the other kids in your neighborhood.

‘Get those weeds up from the roots! If you don’t, they’ll grow back up. Ah-! What did I say? Dig into the stones and get those roots out, kid!’

‘No! I said move the large stones to the backyard. I didn’t? Well, you should’ve known what I meant!’

“He’s a green thumb,” Renjun pulls you out of your thoughts to see his glass being refilled with golden rum. “Who doesn’t love a man with a nice garden?”

You just turn and stare at him.

“Are you trying to home-wreck my parents or what? What are you kissing up for?”

“I’m sorry.” He pulls his head back, mock-offended. “It’s not my fault your dad is irresistible. Let me know if your parents are ever looking for a third.”

“Huang! Ren! Jun!” You give a punch to his arm in between each pause. “Don’t be gross.”

“Ow!” He swats your hand away, face contorting into a pout. “Ouch, that hurt.”

“Yeah right.” You roll your eyes before dropping them down to your glass. The tip of your index passes along the rim of it, watching your reflection in the little of your drink remaining.

“Thank you, by the way. Like, seriously. I just called you up and made you cancel your plans so you could listen to me complain and spout nonsense… You didn’t have to do that. But you did. That makes me really happy, so… thanks.”

When you don’t get a response, you raise your head to Renjun staring at you as if you somehow grew a pimple the size of a horse on your face. His hands are pulled close to his chest with his fingers recoiled.

“You know what? Never mind-” You begin to turn back and sigh.

“I’m joking.” He nudges you with his elbow. “Of course I would pull up for you. I didn’t have any plans tonight, but even if I did, I would’ve cancelled them in a heartbeat for you. That’s what we’re supposed to do as each other’s only friends.”

“What? Hey! Okay, no. You are not my only friend. I have other friends.”

“Your mom doesn’t count.”

“Uh, first of all, it’s not just my mom. Second of all, why would my mom not count?! Having a good relationship with your parents is something to be proud of!”

“Yes, but no. She still doesn’t count, I mean. Congrats on your everlasting bond with your mom or whatever.” Renjun’s lips press into a straight line. “Even if she did, though, that’s still only like two people. Me, your mom, who else?”

“My d-”

“If you name any other family member, I promise you I will leave you stranded here.”

You clear your throat, remembering your only chance of getting back home without freezing to death is sitting right next to you.

“Eu…gene?”

“Who?” A giant question mark can be seen over Renjun’s head.

“Oh, come on! You know Eugene. Eugene from the office! The one who memorized my coffee order? He’s super nice. I told you about him!”

“Oh.” Renjun licks his bottom teeth and looks around the bar, clearly disinterested. “Eugene. No.”

“No?”

“No.” He drops his gaze back on you. “People from work don’t count.”

“This game is so rigged.” You throw yourself on the back of your seat. “Why on earth would work friends not count?”

“Don’t call them work friends. You two are not friends,” Renjun complains, messing around with a paper napkin. “You’re more like… work acquaintances.”

“Jun-”

“No, listen to me. You hate your job. I know it, you know it, the kind gentleman behind the bar and his dog both know it.”

“I don’t hate it that much… I only complained once or twice…” you mumble, staring as your pissy friend performs an optical illusion before your eyes, folding up the flimsy paper into a swan.

“What the heck. That’s so cool. Do that with this one.” You take the napkin that was collecting the condensation of your glass and toss it on his hand.

“Ew! Gross, gross, gross. It’s wet!” He tosses it back to you, wiping the back of his hand dry with the opposite sleeve of his coat. Renjun glares at you with unintimidating eyes. “This is why you don’t have any more friends.”

“I told you I do. I have very real work friends.”

“Acquaintances.”

“Friends.”

“You think that guy is stealing funds from the company.”

“I’m all for people getting their hard-earned money.”

“Through stealing?”

“Stealing takes a lot of hard work, Jun.” You look at him as if you had any experience on the subject.

“Right, so you’re admitting you're friends with a criminal?” He raises his eyebrows at you.

Checkmate.

“Eugene and I are… acquaintances. I mean, I wouldn’t buy him a donut if I was at a café or anything.”

“Ah,” Renjun throws his head back, grinning the grin that only a showoff can have. “Acquaintances. Of course.”

“Shut up. We’re pushing thirty. Friends are overrated anyway.” You exhale deeply. “I have more important things to do than ‘hanging out’ with people. Like finding a new apartment within a month so I don’t end up on the street.”

“I thought the plan was moving back in with your parents?”

“That’s plan Z. Right before that is plan Y: committing a crime and gaining federal housing.”

“How about trying plan R before attempting anything that will get you in ‘federal housing’?” Renjun says with air quotes.

“My R?” You stare at him horrified and slam your hand down. “I knew you had a Vocaloid phase. You always denied it. Also, did you really just tell me to go k-”

“No—plan R. For Renjun. Me, I’m Renjun.” He pats his chest. “Why don’t you just come live with me?”

“Live with you…?” Renjun frowns when he sees you slowly bring your hands up to your cheeks, twisting and turning like a schoolgirl with a crush. “A man and a woman under the same roof? Junnie, you animal!”

“Don’t start.” He swats away your hand that faux-abashedly pushes against his arm. “I’m serious, you know?”

“I know.” You quickly settle yourself in your seat. “But I’m gonna have to reject that plan. Thanks though.”

He doesn’t say anything as you bite your tongue, the sly smile dropped into a frown.

“I’m not gonna be a charity case or a nightmare roommate for you, Jun. Especially after my own experience with one,” You explain, rolling your eyes and picking at your nails. “Life is self-reliance. All I needed was a little ranting session to get back on my feet, that’s all.”

“You’re not a charity case. Stop talking like that.” He frowns. “I’m not doing this because I pity you. I’m doing it because I care about you. But fine, you don’t have to say yes. Just know my offer is always on the table.”

“I love you too.” You smile.

“That’s not what I said.”

“That’s basically what you said.” Your hand slides under the bar, interlacing fingers with Renjun.

“No, it’s really not.” He gives your hand a small squeeze.

“It is! You’re basically in love with me.”

You drop your head on his shoulder cheesing; the alcohol leaving your body in the form of giggles.

“Highly doubtable.” Renjun drops his cheek on the top of your head. “Seriously, extremely, highly doubtable.”

“What? What do you mean? I’m great!” You turn your head up to scrunch your nose at him.

“I wouldn’t call a pigeon hoarder great,” He mocks your expression. “I wouldn’t call anyone who’s a messy eater, drinker, and overall human.”

“I wasn’t the one who took care of those birds, and I would really appreciate it if you never said the ‘p-word’ around me ever again.” You feel your cheek get pulled at as he wipes off crumbs from some fries you had before. “And I’m not that messy…”

“Right,” He shakes your head on his shoulder to signal you getting off. “You reek. Let’s go home.”

“Your mom reeks!”

“Okay, you are… hammered.”

Renjun drops a couple of bills on the bar and nods at the bartender in appreciation as he takes one of your arms around his neck, his other hand dropping to your waist.

“Are we dancing? We’re dancing. Like in the ballrooms and stuff.” You start swaying. “Have you ever been ballroom dancing? I’ve never been. I really want to though. It would be nice to wear one of those big quinceañera dresses.”

“We most definitely are not dancing.” Despite his struggles to keep his grip on you, Renjun succeeds in getting you both out of the bar and on the street. “Watch your step. The sidewalk is higher.”

You don’t listen and instead laugh in good inebriated fashion, feeling gravity almost successfully pull you down onto the concrete as you don’t, in fact, watch your step. A groan escapes Renjun’s tightly pressed lips, adjusting his hold on you to continue your trek across the street.

“Pigeons!” You point at the small groups of birds now flying away by your sudden burst out. “Pigeons! You stupid flying rats! I hate you! Gimme my house back!”

Blood rushes to Renjun’s face and he can feel himself begin to sweat with how hot he’s burning. Nobody else is on your same street, but he knows for a fact the people around the corner could hear your voice boom. There’s nothing he wants more than to cover your mouth and muffle the colorful curses coming out of it, but his hands are already full and just focuses on getting you in the car.

“Shut up,” He mumbles as he buckles your seat belt in the passenger seat. You throw your arms over your head and begin smacking your mouth in the most irritating of ways. “Please stop talking.”

“What…?” Your voice comes out small and dejected, bringing flimsy hands to his cheeks. “Why are you being mean to me? I thought you were on my side… You said your offer was always on the table…”

“The offer did not come with a complimentary tolerance for whatever it is you’re doing right now. Let go of me so I can close the door and the heat doesn’t get out.”

“Don’t wanna.” Your lips form an upside-down ‘U.’

“I will bite your hands off.”

“Don’t leave me, Junnie!”

Renjun chokes mid-breath as you force his head into your neck, arms tight around his own.

“I’m not leaving you, you idiot. I’m trying to get behind the wheel so I can take you to your apartment.”

His logic is sound, but a weepy drunk is an unstoppable force that breaks through the strongest of arguments with tears alone.

“You can’t go! You can’t leave me here! I don’t wanna be alone! I don’t even know whose car this is… I don’t wanna get kidnapped by an Uber driver! That’s how all the Investigation ID true crime thingies start!”

“You’re not going to get kidnapped. This is my car, stupid!”

Renjun is forced to wait several minutes until your sleepy and unreasonably strong, drunken grip loosens around his neck. When it does, he can finally get off the uncomfortable seat he has on your lap, legs hanging out the open car door and into the street. He stares daggers into your open-mouthed, sleeping figure when he closes the door.

“You’re paying for my wasted heating,” He whispers.

Renjun slams the door and walks back around the car alone, stopping at a blind spot in the rearview mirror. Technically, you are asleep and your eyes are closed. However, you can’t ever be too safe.

A muted yell comes out from deep inside Renjun. His head is thrown back and held in his hands, fingers digging in between pitch-black locks of hair. The winter cold turns his hot breath into vapor right in front of his eyes but he doesn’t stop to watch, making both of his hands come together to stretch his face. The echo of his hands clapping on his cheeks left the burning, awakening sensation he needed to get back in the car.

With the rumbling of the engine humming underneath you two, Renjun grips the wheel and looks out the windshield as if a hit-and-run was on his itinerary for tonight, his left leg bouncing whenever the car stops at a red light.

Unlike you right now, Renjun thinks, he’s not stupid. Renjun is not a boy going through puberty anymore. He knows what these feelings coursing through his body are. He knows that you calling him every time you have a bad day means he’s going to clear his schedule to watch the world’s worst films with you. Believe him, he is well aware of the fact that normal best friends don’t cuddle during movies or hold hands under tables.

They don’t buckle and unbuckle each other in their seats when drunk or carry each other up to their rooms. Normal best friends don’t have keys to each other's apartments or toothbrushes in each other’s bathrooms. Best friends don’t tuck each other into bed on a regular basis.

You two do, though.

And so, Renjun’s face is unreadable as he stands right next to your bed, his legs touching your bedframe. He looms over you like a death-baring gargoyle and you a blissfully ignorant snoozer. His fingers gently brush away the hair on your face while also keeping a tight jaw and furrowed eyebrows that bring a very Renjun-like balance to the otherwise romantic situation.

He moves his hand to hover over your nose, his mind screaming at him the idea to plug your nose until your grandfather-esque snores come to a cease. Until your lips come to a close and your bright eyes search for him in the darkness so you can slap his arm and he feels tingles all over his body from all the tangible and intangible little things you do.

You moan and groan as you wake, struck by a sudden headache that makes you feel every single blood vessel pumping through your brain. You’re thankful when you feel the pillow under your head, the sensation so strong you’re sure you would have fallen to your knees if you had been walking.

“I’m dying…”

“You’re not dying.”

“Jun?”

“It’s just a headache. From your irresponsible drinking tendencies.”

“Why are you in my room?”

“‘Why are you in my room?’ Take a wild guess why and shut up. Take this.” His mockery is harsh but you hear him get on his knees on the internationally-hated itchy carpet of your room to help you sit up straight. Despite the darkness, you see the outline of a glass being handed to you and feel a small pill drop into your other hand.

“You’re such a creep,” you try saying, speaking muffled by the pill on your tongue and later water. “You were watching me sleep? Freak.”

“Oh, you’re right. My bad. Let me just leave you to suffer the consequences of your own actions next time.”

“No!” You’ve had enough consequences lately. “Sorry. I love you. Thanks for the medicine. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Renjun pushes your forehead back from his green sweater. You have this bad habit of glomping on him whenever you want to get your way. You always have him cursing at himself on the way home because most times you succeed.

“You mean it?”

“Uh-huh! Yeah, I mean it! You’re the best best friend ever!” you whisper-yell, not wanting your headache to stick any more needles in your head. “Thank you for not dumping me on the street.”

“Even though I should’ve.”

“Even though you should’ve,” you repeat, letting go and throwing yourself back on your bed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

And in the middle of the night, the clock in the hallway ticking its way to one in the morning, Renjun decides to take the leap.

“I love you too.” He whispers, after a few minutes of silence.

“And yes, in that way,” he adds. “Let’s not go around in circles, please. I love you romantically the same way I know you love me romantically. I’ve known you since you were seven. I can read you like a book.

“I know you have this whole ego thing that won’t let you accept… this until you have your own place again because ‘life is self-reliance’ and ‘dependence is cringe’ or whatever so don’t feel stressed or anything like that.

“I’ll wait. I’ve been waiting. I’m actually a patient man, even if I don’t act like it. You know how I am, I won’t try to pull anything to rush you into a decision. I’ll just keep doing us the way we’ve been doing us since the start, okay? No pushing, no rushing, no pressure.”

Renjun ends his monologue with the groan of a hundred-year-old beast as he stands up, back aching as if he aged forty years in one night.

“I know you can hear me, by the way. You suck at pretending to be asleep. Good night.”

You hear the door creaking and see the light of the living room sneak in and out through your closed lids as the door clicks shut once more.

Heart in your throat, blood rushes in violent thumps up to your face and turns your breathing heavy. Your fingers crinkle the sheets in your grip as you bring them over your head. They come up and down again once you feel your body growing too hot for them. Your roommate’s creepy-crawly cat clock out in the hallway keeps ticking and you smell a soft hint of pigeon poop in the air.

Your best friend just confessed to you in your pigeon-infested apartment at one in the morning. It truly doesn’t get much more romantic than this.

a/n: THIS FIC TOOK SO LONG FOR WHAT. anyway shout out to glomp. has to be one of my favorite non-words. i'm going on a trip next week and won't be able to write/post so that's why this fic is a little longer than the usual! i realize i keep cycling through the same three tropes so i'm hoping the change of scenery will give me new ideas...

[howlingday]

I keep seeing this timeline stuff so how about one where Jaune and cinder were lovers but were on opposite sides of the war but after they die they’re put into a new timeline

OOH! Twisty-twisty!

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Cardin: Grimm!

Goodwitch: Stay back, students. (Removes Disciplinarian from her side) Return to your dormitories! This dance is over.

Ironwood: (Trains Due Process on the Grimm) Allow me, Glynda.

Cinder: Wait! (Steps in front of them) Don't hurt him!

Ironwood: Him?

Cinder: Yes. (Turns towards the Grimm Jaune) Him. (Walks closer)

Jaune: (Heaving breaths, Sword arm twitches)

Cinder: Jaune? It's me. Everything... Everything's okay. He can't hurt you anymore. (Holds out her hand) We can fix you. I promise.

Ozpin: Well, this is certainly interesting.

Cinder: (Turns, Glares) Ozma...

Ozpin: I wasn't aware Grimm enjoyed parties. Or had lovers.

Cinder: Because he's not a Grimm, even if that's what you wanted.

Ozpin: Hm... Perhaps we should speak more comfortably. Would you care for some punch?

Ironwood: Oz, you can't be serious!

Ozpin: Indeed, I am. I'll leave you to your own matters. Specifically at the CCT tower. I just recieved a report of one Miss Rose now in Atlas custody.

Goodwitch: That girl... Shall I accompany him to ensure she hasn't done anything foolish?

Ozpin: Please, if you will. I should be fine here.

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Cinder: How interesting...

Emerald: What's the plan, ma'am?

Cinder: (Holds up the drive) We have what we need. So why not indulge in what we want?

Mercury: I'm gonna head back to the dorm. If they ask, I'll say you went to the can.

Emerald: Mercury-!

Cinder: Do whatever. I'll be here, listening to what I have to say.

Mercury: Of course you'd want to hear yourself talk.

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Yang: Any word from Ruby yet?

Weiss: Nothing.

Blake: Do you think she's okay?

Yang: With that Grimm down there? I... I don't know. She's a tough kid, but... that thing looked tougher than anything we've ever fought.

Blake: At least it's downstairs with the headmaster and not... out there, wherever Ruby is.

Weiss: (Knock on the door, Answers it) Jaune, Pyrrha, Nora, Ren.

Jaune: Hi, Weiss. Can we come in?

Weiss: I suppose. We are talking about you.

Pyrrha: You mean that Grimm that girl called, "Jaune"?

Blake: Yeah. I don't know why. Grimm aren't humans. But can the same be said the other way?

Nora: Ugh, my head hurts.

Ren: Perhaps we should focus on something else.

Yang: I wish I could, but it's either this, or-

Ruby: (Knocks) Guys? Are you awake?

Yang: Ruby! (Runs to the door, Opens it) Where have you been... young... lady...

Goodwitch: Good evening, Miss Xiao Long. Your team leader has returned.

Yang: Ruby! (Hugs her) Are you okay?

Ruby: I'm fine, Yang!

Goodwitch: I see Team JNPR is also here. Fortunately for you all, while the dance is cancelled, you are no longer confined to your dorm rooms. However, I will advise you all get your rest. Good night. (Leaves, Door closes)

Weiss: Where were you?

Blake: We were so worried about you!

Ruby: I'm fine! I'm fine! I was just following this weird feeling I got, and I ended up getting into a fight with someone at the CCT tower.

Jaune: What happened up there?

Ruby: I don't know, but I have a bad feeling about this whole thing.

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Jaune: (Heavy breathing)

Ozpin: Fascinating specimen. It appears the Grimm are just as varied in your world as in mine.

Cinder: To be fair, sir, you did create them.

Ozpin: Mm, I see. I believe I understand more and more, and yet at the same time, less and less. Why don't you tell me about this world you come from, and I shall draw the similarities between that and this world. It should allow you to adapt more comfortably.

Cinder: Very well. I grew up in a hotel after being adopted by my kind mother. While living there, I met and trained with a man named Rhodes. He helped me apply to Beacon, where Headmistress Salamin waged a war against Ozma.

Ozpin: I see. Continue.

Cinder: While there, my team, Emerald, Mercury, Adam, and I trained together as Team Cinnamon. We trained with our sister team, Ramen, led by Roman, and was made up of Neopolitan, Miltiades and Melanie.

Ozpin: I see.

Cinder: Then Jaune and his team showed up, disguised as students. He was looking for the Knights of Remnant, and he found him after killing Salamin and... Roman. We... had trouble moving on, but somehow, Jaune and I grew close and... he betrayed Ozma. As you can see, this was his final mistake.

Ozpin: I apologize.

Cinder: No, no, it's... It's not your fault. I see that now. But in any case, Jaune and I are stuck here now. Hopefully, we can fix this. Bring him back.

Ozpin: I can see he's more docile than our Grimm. Perhaps his isolation from Sal- Ozma is the reason?

Cinder: I'm not sure. All I really know is I'd give up my right arm just to bring him back.

Ozpin: Perhaps there is a way. For now, you must be exhausted. We can continue our conversation tomorrow. Come. We should have a spare bed.

Cinder: Thank you, Ozma.

Ozpin: Please, call me Ozpin.

Cinder: ...Very interesting indeed.

[zodiakuroo]

pierced

idk what to tell you this is just 2k of pussy eating (don’t blame me blame eren brain rot)

18+, minors dni

part 2

“What did you do?!” You say, incredulously. It’s a rhetorical question, you can see exactly what he’s done. Eren stands in front of you, shamelessly, with his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles as his flaccid penis hangs between his thighs. Your attention is mainly focused on the brand new, shiny titanium barbell that goes through the head of his dick.

“Do you like it?” You can tell by his posture and the shit-eating grin on his face that he’s incredibly proud of his newest body modification.

“Why on earth would you get a piercing there?” The bulbous head is just few shades of pink darker than the rest of his pale shaft. You wince in your seat, imagining what it would feel like to stick a needle right through your most sensitive parts.

“Well, it was a dare and Jean bet that I wouldn’t so I had to.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, fully aware of how silly it sounds as he says it out loud.

“Of course.” You mutter. What other chain of events would lead to your boyfriend coming home with a fucking Prince Albert. “Does it hurt?” You lean in just a little closer and notice the little bit of dried blood where the jewelry pierces his flesh.

“Nah. Didn’t feel a thing.” He says with a wink and begins dressing himself again before dropping down on couch next you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his neck, inhaling the heady scent you’ve come to associate with him.

“There is one thing though.” His voice is softer, lacking it’s usual self-assured tone. He can’t say that he’s happy about what he’s about to tell you. In fact, had he known about this small detail beforehand he might not have gone through with that stupid dare.

“Hmm?” You respond noncommittally, too preoccupied by your current task of leaving gentle kisses on his jaw and giving him the soft affection you know he loves but will never ask for.

“No sex for a month. Piercer’s orders.” His eyes drift down cautiously to gauge your reaction.

You stop in your tracks and frown up at him. At first you think he’s kidding but no such luck. “Oh my god.” You groan. “You’re such an idiot.”

Three days.

A grand total of three days.

It’s sad really, but you should have seen it coming. Like Eren Jaeger’s libido would ever let him go a whole 30 days with no sex.

He blames you and the way you prance around the apartment in those tight, short shorts. How is he not supposed to want you when he has to spend the day watching your tits bounce around in that white tank top, nipples just barely visible through the fabric?

It’s not like you put up much of a fight anyways. The way that man has you wrapped around your finger, all it took was a few well-placed touches and whispers of how much he misses the way you feel and the way you taste. Just like that, Eren has you naked, legs hanging off the edge of the bed with his face buried in your cunt.

“Love this pussy.” He murmurs, nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Can’t live without it.”

He knows that he can’t be inside you. He knows. And yet he continues to torture himself because this is as close as he can get to what he really needs.

The rough pads of his fingertips massage your wall making you buck into his hand, silently begging for something deeper. He laps at you with his tongue, running it from your clit all the way down to your hole, licking up the slick that leaks out around his knuckles.

You feel the sparks of pleasure heating up your abdomen and you squeeze your thighs around his head, weaving your hands through his long, mahogany locks. ‘Eren’falls from your lips over and over in breathy mewls that only encourage him to keep going. His fingers put in double time hitting the special spot deep inside you while he seals his lips around clit and pulls it into his mouth. You dig your heels into his back to give you leverage to rut into his face as he pushes you closer and closer towards an inevitable orgasm.

You’re so hot and wet inside, squeezing so tight around his fingers. His mind conjures up memories of how good it felt to have your gooey walls clamping down on his dick and the soft cries you let out as he split you open.

He’s rock solid in his sweats right now and his cock hurts, sensitive tissue swelling and pulsating around his still fresh piercing. But he can’t think about that right now. All that’s on his mind is how badly he wants to be inside you right now. Any of your holes, it doesn’t matter which. But they’re all off limits.

Quite frankly, it pisses him off.

There is no choice but for him to take his frustrations out on your body. He slowly drags his fingers out of you, marveling at the way your needy cunt tries to pull him back in.

Before you can even protest Eren presses his fingers, still warm from your pussy and covered in your cream, against your lips.

“Open up.” He practically growls, voice thick with arousal.

You part your lips in response, letting him clean his fingers off using your tongue. Reflexively, you close your lips around them and begin to suck, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“God, princess.” He pants with his jaw slack. “Want your mouth around me so bad.”

It only motivates you to take his fingers deeper. Deep enough to make you gag as your drool runs down his knuckles while you swirl your tongue around his digits.

The way you look at him doesn’t help either. Usually you’d shy away from eye contact when he makes you do something embarrassing like this, sucking on his fingers like you’re sucking on his cock. But tonight is different. You stare straight at him with that heavy-lidded gaze, eyes glossy and full of want. The frustration is killing him, he can’t stand to look at you anymore so instead he gives his undivided attention to your cunt.

“Babe you wanna know something?” His breath fans over your soaked core, making you twitch in his hold. Something gives you the feeling that he’s not really talking to you, he’s talking to what’s between your legs. Although he’s not even looking at you, you still nod your head yes, so wound up you’ll take anything from him at this point.

“I read online,” He goes quiet for a moment, distracted at the way your weeping hole clenches around nothing, almost like it’s begging for him to fill it. “That dick piercings feel real good in pussy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Eren bends down to lick at your dripping hole, he slides his tongue all the way down, making sure not waste a single drop, stopping just above the tight ring of muscle making your squeal in surprise.

”Can you imagine it?” He drags is fingers from your lips, leaving a path of saliva down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach until he reaches your clit, rubbing the sensitive numb in slow, steady circles with his thumb while you fist the sheets trying to swallow the sounds he’s coaxing out of you. “How it’s gonna feel inside you? How it’s gonna hit that spot that makes you go dumb?”

Sure, he sounds composed but when you look down at him and see the way his pupils are blown wide, pretty pink tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth, you know he’s imagining it too.

“Gonna drive you crazy.” His calloused fingertips dig further into your pudgy thighs, clipped nails leaving little crescents indented in your skin. “Make you even more crazy for my cock than you already are.”

“Yeah ‘ren.” You gasp as he runs his tongue through your folds. “Wan’ your cock.” You babble mindless agreements at whatever filth he’s spewing, too fucked out and desperate for his cock to care.

Like the bastard he is, he chuckles at your response, satisfied with knowing that you want him just as bad as he wants you.

He leans forward and presses the flat of his tongue against your entrance, telling you (wordlessly) what he wants.

Beg

He wants you to beg for it.

And of course you oblige. You chant out ‘please Eren, please Eren, please Eren’ over and over again as if you’ve forgotten every other word.

He rewards for your obedience by pushing the slippery muscle into your hole, nice and slow savouring the way your tart essence covers his taste buds.

“Fuck- more please.” Your back arches off the bed in response but his left hand splays across your abdomen keeping you in place.

His right thumb is still rubbing you, pressing harder, going faster while he drives his tongue even deeper licking up all of your juices like a man starved. He devours you shamelessly, the sloppy sounds only drowned out by your pornographic whining. He thrusts in and out, in and out, in and out, fucking you with his tongue, making sure to taste every inch of you.

Your flavor is addictive, he can’t get enough. He grunts against with his face shoved against you, sending vibrations from your core, right up your spine. His fingers and tongue assault your pussy mercilessly, setting every single nerve on fire.

“Baby- ah- I- I’m close” you whimper, feeling tension brewing in your core, threatening to burst at any second.

“No.” The hand that was playing with your pussy comes down hard on your puffy clit, the sound of the smack echoing in the quiet room.

You let out a cry, so high pitched you can hardly believe it’s your voice.

“Can’t come until I do.” Just like that, he’s off of you completely, leaving you trembling without his touch.

The pain and frustration have tears brimming at your lash line. How cruel of him. To dangle an orgasm right in front of your face before yanking it away. You begin to stammer out pleas, begging him to touch you again, but they fall on deaf ears.

“C’mon princess. ‘S only fair right?” He looks up at you with the sweetest, emerald puppy dog eyes, juxtaposing the lewd way he licks the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips.

It’s not fair at all. You weren’t the one who decided to get their dick pierced on a whim. Why should you have to suffer? But there’s too much blood in your throbbing cunt and not enough in your brain so you can hardly put together a coherent sentence, let alone argue with him.

“Gonna edge you like this every day yeah?” He shifts his body to hover over you, using his arms to hold himself up so that his nose barely brushes yours and stray stands of his messy hair tickle the sides of your face. “Till I get to fuck you again.” He dips down to kiss you on the lips. It’s barely more than a peck, far too chaste and gone far too soon.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

[tomtenadia]

Chasing dreams  - Aelin - ALB bday

Hello everyone,

here I am with the first one shot to celebrate ALB turning 1 on the 18th. The first one is dedicated to Aelin and the day she became captain. This of course is set well before the main timeline and you will notice a few members of east missing. I feel this one shot is a sort of beginning of the east station that we know and love. I hope you will enjoy it.

CW: Havilliard sir and his mysoginistic arse

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Aelin was positive that Orynth had the worst most chaotic weather in all of Erilea. It was April, for a mere week they had a glimpse of spring after the snow had started to finally thaw around the end of March. That dream was now gone and the city had been battered by rain for a week straight now. Sometimes very light showers, but others the sky had dumped some of the heavies downpour she had ever seen. Rain was lovely and romantic on her day off when she could sit in front of a window with a cup of tea and read. Not when she was on shift. 

East station had started it shift at nine. It was now two in the afternoon and she and her team had already attended far too many callouts. Bad flooding had affected huge parts of the city and they had to go out and perform rescues. The five stations had been working hard all morning and she was positive everyone had the chance to brush up their extreme weather training.

Aelin was now in the common room with the others trying to see if they would manage to squeeze some sort of meal in between.

As soon as they got back they had to do tools check and get the vehicle ready for probably another call.

In all of that, captain Havilliard had just disappeared back in his office as soon as they got back. That was his favourite place. Not with his team, training them or assigning duties or running the station. No, his office. He would only come out to grab a meal, then of course he would then take in his office. It was a damn miracle that the old man would come on calls with them. Aelin was a lieutenant but, short of paperwork, she was basically an acting captain. Aelin trained the new people, she organised the day and dealt with any single bloody issue coming her way. She just didn’t have the fancy title. And the pay rise that came with the added responsibility.

“Is the old man hiding again?” Brullo’s voice reached her and Aelin sighed heavily.

“Have you noticed how fast he can be when he needs to go back to his office?”

“He moves just as quickly as when Aelin hears the word cake,” the joke had come from Ansel. The red haired woman was sprawled on the sofa lazily flipping through the tv channels “he is so fucking useless. Aelin, you should be captain instead of him. You do the bloody job anyway.”

Aelin sighed “Politics Ansel, I am a woman. It’s a miracle we got in and I can’t believe I made lieutenant, but there is no way they will give me a captain position.”

“That’s bullshit,” roared Nox from the big table, he stood and joined them “you basically run the show when we are on a call. Havilliard sucks so much that he can’t even play incident commander,” he protested loudly.

“It’s not fair on you,” continued Ress “you are a lieutenant, a more senior officer should have the responsibility. That’s what they get paid bigger bucks for. If something happens it will be your head on the chopping block.”

“Hell no, it’s Havilliard’s fault for letting a junior officer in charge. For as capable as she is, it’s a fucking joke.”

Aelin loved her team. Since she started six years before she had moved from west station where she did her first two years. Then the transfer to east had come in. The initial team was not the best. Brullo, Nox and Ress were already there. Slowly Ansel joined them too after she transferred from a regional team and Ren had been their latest candidate. They had a few bad apples but slowly the team had changed for the better and now she loved them all. Ansel was the only other firefighter woman in the team. They also Elide and Lysandra who were the two paramedics. The three women had their club but the guys at east were all super supportive and never had a problem with her and Ansel and never made any jokes about them being women and not suitable for the job. Ansel had told her some of the horror stories at the regional teams and their intolerance for female firefighters. Aelin had experienced that herself at the academy when people like Perrington and others had made her life miserable because of her gender. She had proved them all wrong. Aelin had graduated top of her class and set a record for one of the final tests. That record was still there even after six years.

But all the bad days at the academy had been made easier by captain O’Neill. The man had been a mentor to her and supported her from the start. She should go to the academy and pay him a visit.

“Well, the man is more suited to a desk job, it’s even a miracle he passes his physical, to be honest.”

Aelin laughed at Brullo’s comment. He was the one who had been at east the longest. He had so much experience in the corps that the man should be a commissioner by now. But Brullo never wanted any of that. He loved being a firefighter and he had admitted to her that no one had ever suggested him a possible promotion and he never bothered. Far too many headaches and he just loved to do his job, and the man was good at it. Really good. He had been an incredible mentor to her. When she joined east he was the one who trained her and helped her to settle in a new station. He had been an uncle figure to her.

“Yeah, but out of the TFD. Imagine the damage he would cause in a position of power. This station does not fall apart because we know what to do.”

Aelin groaned “Nox don’t give me nightmares, please.”

They were all laughing when Havilliard’s secretary joined them. Yes, the man had hired a secretary because coming himself to talk to them was too much.

“Lieutenant, the captain wants to see you in his office.”

Aelin looked at her team with curiosity. Oh, his majesty had summoned her. Probably to complain. She stood “Brullo, make sure you keep some of that meal aside for me, I feel I will need a pick me up after this.”

The guys cheered her on and she walked to his office.

Out of politeness she knocked and waited until his permission. 

Aelin walked into the office and saw the man cozily in his office chair. 

His white shirt with the first three button undone. She groaned.

“You called me, sir?” Aelin stood in front of him at an almost military perfect ease position. 

Havilliard ignored her until he finally decided he could deign her of a moment of his time.

The man sat back in his chair and flipped a few documents. One of them was her personal file.

“You have been a firefighter for six years now, yes?”

Aelin nodded sharply “Yes sir, and at east for the past four.”

He finally looked at her “a lot of political pressure to hire a woman. Your request to join the TFD caused a lot of headaches.”

Aelin breathed in. She knew Havilliard belonged to the old guard and was not happy that he had been given two women and had been furious when the powers that be had recommended her for the position of lieutenant.

“Women in the force are a joke, an insult to all the good men out there.”

You are the one who is a joke. You fat bastard.

Aelin toned down her rage. She knew his stance on things, luckily she had supporters out there. A guardian angel who looked after her in a sea of misogynist arseholes.

“But now you are here and I need to keep you to avoid a big political storm. Apparently you ladies are at least good for PR.”

Calm down, Aelin. Smashing his head with a halligan will not win you any favours.

She kept silent and let him talk. The man loved the sound of his voice.

“Anyway… I just got off a call with Commissioner Darrow who gave me some wonderful news. My name has been suggested for the position of Battalion chief for Orynth and I have accepted of course. I finally get the deserved recognition for my hard work.”

Aelin restrained herself from snorting savagely. Hard work? You only do that when you havre to make sure your office chair has again the shape of your arse if you are away for more than twenty minutes. “Apparently it came from up high. I am so honoured.”

“That’s… amazing, sir,” she lied. It was a disaster. A full blown fucking disaster.

“Alas, I have bad news too…”

As if having you as chief is not a tragedy enough.

“The commissioner has convinced me to make you captain. A terrible choice, if I say so, but he is my boss and I need to stay in his good books,” he shuffled uncomfortably “I think it’s a disgrace and the proof that the TFD is seriously going downhill.”

Aelin breath, murder with the reason that he is a chauvinist pig is still murder.

“Darrow apparently wants a bigger female presence in the TFD and him and his buddy Captain O’Neill have been on this crazy campaign,” he looked at her “I will just wait for you to fail and reiterate that it had been a bad idea after all.”

The bastard was ruining the moment for her, just like he did when she became a lieutenant.

“The commissioner had just made this station the joke of the TFD.” He closed his file in annoyance    “I want you to start from next shift and make sure you have your uniform ready.” He slammed a box on the desk in front of her and Aelin knew it contained her captain insignia. She was furious. The outgoing captain should appoint them on the new, but Aelin knew Havilliard would never grant her that honour.

“Thank you, sir.”

I will prove you, and all your misogynistic friends, wrong.

Aelin grabbed the box and made a sharp turn on her feet and disappeared, leaving the man alone.

Out of the office she leaned against the wall and calmed her rage, then took a deep breath and joined her team. This should have been a joyful moment, the recognition of years of hard work, but the man had sullied it for her. 

“Uh oh…” commented Ansel at her dark face as she rejoined her team.

Aelin sat on a chair and sighed heavily.

“What did the bastard do this time?”

“He has been promoted to battalion chief.”

The team exploded in a chorus of curses.

“How? Who in their right mind would promote him to chief?” Brullo sprang on his feet and started pacing furiously “the man is so incompetent it’s painful. One of his political buddies must have pulled some strings because it does not make sense.”

“Did commissioner Darrow approve this? I thought the man was one of the good ones,” added Nox just as frustrated.

“Apparently the selection came from higher up. Darrow had no choice.”

“So, who is going to be the new captain?

Aelin held her grin in for a moment longer then stood and looked at her team.

“Holy fuck,” shouted Ansel when she noticed Aelin’s smile “holy mother of all fucks, this is a great news.”

Aelin laughed and a moment later the rest of the team caught up with Ansel and they all exploded in big cheers and all hugged her “I bet the bastard is frothing at his mouth.” Brullo hugged her really tight and lifted her up in joy and pressed a kiss to her cheek “This is amazing, you deserve this so much.”

He put her down and Aelin told them all of that Havilliard had said in the office.

Brullo noticed the box in her hand “your insignia?”

Aelin nodded.

“Can I do the honour?”

She almost cried and nodded.

Brullo grabbed the box “we’ll do this again when you get your white uniform but for now I want to be the one appointing you officially since I am sure Havilliard did not bother.”

Aelin nodded in silence, with eyes suddenly quite wet.

“I have seen a lot of people in this firehouse in my career but no one was more deserving to raise to the rank of captain than you, Aelin,” he placed the first pin on the collar “we have finally he competent leader we need,” the man placed the second one “and we are happily your faithful minions.”

“Thank you… all of you,” her voice gruff. She was about to add something else when dispatch alarm went off.

“Come on, cap, leads us into battle.”

Aelin winked at Brullo and ran to their engine.

She was a captain. She did it. From the engine window she looked up at the sky and thought of her parents and hoped they were proud of her.

She was a captain.

Captain Aelin Galathynius.

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Stocks | A&N

voulez-vousatticus​:

“They put me in stocks,” he whined, when he heard footsteps approaching at his side.  The key was hanging on the beam of wood holding the mechanism up in the first place - he saw it, when he passed it earlier.  Atticus even thought it was funny, thinking on this island, it had its place and purpose, but only for decoration.  He should have known it would have actually been used.  And Atticus knew nothing about history, he thought this was medieval, or pirate-y or something.  Apparently not.  Pillory lasted well into this era, so it seems.  He had tried pushing up with his neck, pushing his thin wrists through the holes some more, but his costume had bunched and didn’t allow for any more room to stretch.  He was just crouching at it, too low for him to stand with his legs straight, and too high for him to kneel, back aching even if he was only there for - well, it seemed like hours, there was no way it couldn’t have been - realistically, probably only fifteen or twenty minutes.  “The key’s under my head - you wanna be a dear and get this shit off?  I wanna go dancing and I’m mostly sick of staring down people’s crotches,” he pouted.  

Nova bit her bright red lips delicately, hazel eyes scanning the scene before her from behind her mask. Both excitement and nervousness clear in both those eyes and her movements. Having never even been to prom or a winter formal or anything of the sort, she couldn’t help but be dazzled by the sights and scents and even sounds. As this was one night that she didn’t plan on turning off her hearing aid; she didn’t want to miss a single thing. Good or bad, as Nova wasn’t naive enough to think that the evening would go off without a hitch, despite her limited time on the island. She was a slave after all so she didn’t have to be a genius to assume that some shit was bound to happen. Case in point... As she made her way to the entrance of the ballroom, Nova spotted a man who appeared to be stuck in..were those actually stocks? Like..throw fruit and crap at some poor schmuck at the Ren Fair kind of stocks? Intrigued and more than just a little bit amused, she moved closer. A delicate brow arching above her mask at his words. “Dunno.. What’s in it for me?” She asked, lips curving in a grin.

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Snaps - WhiteKnight

Weiss: Gah! How hard does taking a good selfie have to be!?

Yang: You okay in there Weiss, everything coming out alright?

Weiss: Go away Xiao-Long, I'm trying to get good lighting!

Yang: What for, you trying to get a good ass-shot for VB or something?

Weiss:...

Yang: Weiss?

The door to the bathroom opens and before Yang could peek in shes quickly pulled in by the Heiress.

Yang: Hey now what's the big- Butt...

Before Yang stood Weiss, still wearing her school top and heels. Although her skirt was missing showing off the Heiress's smooth legs and a rather risque looking pair of light blue string panties that left little to the imagination of what exactly she hid underneath that skirt. Yang even thought she noticed the faintest tuft of white hair peeking above the pantyline.

Yang: Damn Weiss, where the Heck have you been hiding that?

The Heiress at least had the decency to guffaw.

Weiss: I'll have you know that unlike you, I don't flaunt myself about.

Yang: Fair point but I mean honestly, your ass is on par with Blake's!

Weiss huffed.

Weiss: As much as I appreciate the compliment I need your help. Here take a look at what I have so far.

She handed Yang her Scroll with the photo gallery opened, in it were various photos of Weiss in different poses and state of dress. Although Yang did see the progress of when Weiss first started taking to first shot, fully clothed and looking at the mirror unsure, to her current outfit with her butt on top of the counter and towards the mirror.

Yang: Well these all look good enough honestly, but why do you need my help?

Weiss: As much as it annoys me to say it, I believe you have a more critical take on how best to woo the opposite sex.

Yang: Pardon?

Weiss shook her head and sighed.

Weiss: You know how make man horny?

Yang: Oh! Damn right I do!

Weiss: Exactly, so can you give me some advice?

Yang gave a wide grin.

Yang: Well then have no fear, Yang is here!

---

Inside of JNPR's room, Jaune and Ren where currently relaxing while Pyrrha and Nora were sparring in the arena.

Ping

The sound of Jaune's Scroll going off from getting a message had broken the comfortable silence.

Ren: A message?

Jaune: Yeah, probably Pyrrha and Nora wanting us to meet them at the cafeteria.

Jaune checked his Scroll and went to the message, seeing that it was from Weiss.

Jaune: Huh, maybe she wants to schedule another study session?

He opened the message and coughed in surprise. Weiss had sent him a picture, but a rather lewd picture that made Jaune stiffen in more ways than one.

The picture was of Weiss holding the scroll above herself and wearing an unbuttoned school shirt, looking at the camera with her tongue poking out just a little. As he kept looking he saw that her skirt was missing entirely and that other hand was pulling the front part of her panties outwards showing the barest hint of her crotch but giving Jaune the answer that she was indeed a natural white.

Before he could respond he received another message from Weiss.

This time it showed her laying down in her bed looking at the camera with a smirk. Although now she was entirely naked save for the pair of panties from the picture previous. Her shapely ass raised up to give a view to him and with a caption just above the open area.

Weiss: Now you send me something my Dork Knight.

Jaune only gulped at the request, he never knew Weiss was able to be kinky, or at least he thought it was kinky. Plus something about seeing the prim and proper Heiress posing in such a way really got his gears going, but there was one problem.

Jaune: Ren?

Ren: Yes Jaune?

Jaune: Can you give me advice on how to talk a nude selfie?

Ren only raised a brow at his leader, and became slightly worried that growing up with Nora had dulled his sense to dealing with the absurd.

Ren: Of course, first remove your shirt-

---

Weiss currently sat on her bed in an embarrassed state. Now clad in a bathrobe after taking the last picture, and had been a mix of emotions ever since. First she was proud of sending not one but two pictures to Jaune. This quickly died down to regret in thinking she could've sent something better and finally into worry that Jaune might think if her as a Harlot.

Yang: Yeesh Weiss it's just a nude, not like you asked him plant a baby in you or something.

The response she received was a pillow being thrown at her.

Weiss: You don't get it Yang, what if he thinks I'm too small or what if he thinks my butt is too big? Or or or- Mmhmph!?

She found Yang's hand suddenly covering her mouth.

Yang: Just chillax Weissy, you just gotta have faith is all. Now just take a few breaths and you'll get results.

Weiss stared at Yang and did as told, calming down a bit until she heard the familiar Ping of her Scroll going off. She looked at Yang again, and Yang looked at her.

Weiss: Can you open it for me?

Yang raised a brow at her.

Weiss: Right, this is between me and Jaune now.

She readied herself for whatever response he had given. Opening the message to find two pictures from Jaune and she felt the heat on her face rising from what she saw.

The first picture was of Jaune, stood in front of the mirror without his shirt and flexing. He seemed to be embarrassed if the slight blush was anything to go by but he still stood proudly. Weiss had to admit that Pyrrha's training was doing wonders for his body there was a caption to go with it.

Jaune: I'll do my best to appease you.

She smiled at that, something about that message just clicked something inside if the Heiress. The second image however was far different. Much like her own picture, Jaune was laying in his own bed on his back and scroll facing downwards. He still had his pants on but the belt and zipper was undone and allowed the Arc to pitch a sizeable tent with his white boxers as even the waistband had been lifted ever slightly to give a small glimpse within. Weiss gulped, her first thought being that the size would destroy her, but also that Jaune was a natural blonde all the way. This one also had a caption.

Jaune: Your knight's blade is at the ready your majesty.

So distracted Weiss was that she failed to notice Yang moving up beside her.

Yang: *whistles* Damn VB, you gonna tear Weiss up with that!

Weiss snapped out if her trance and did the only thing she could think of.

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Across the Hall, Jaune was putting his clothes back and adjusting his member when he heard the familiar shrill if the Heiress.

Jaune: Uh, was what I sent her that bad?

At the question, Ren came out if the bathroom when he gave Jaune his privacy.

Ren: Not in the slightest, those poses were rather good for the sudden moment.

Jaune: How can you-

Ren: I did a modeling gig before Beacon started for some cash.

Jaune: But-

Ren: It was for someone who's last name was Adele, can't fully remember. Tell no one by the way.

Jaune: Oh... Okay.

The two were in silence save for the yelling still coming from across the Hall.

Jaune: Hope it wasn't too bad though.

They heard the laughing shout from across the hall.

Yang: He's gonna destroy you with that thing!

Weiss: Won't know until I try it Xiao-Long, now give me back my Scroll!

Ren only looked at Jaune who was blushing now.

Ren: It seems it was good enough Jaune.

---

July 8th, 2021

(Hello there, Private here just saying this is my first NSFW-ish type story. Honestly, it's difficult to make male nudes sound attractive since from what I've seen is either measuring with something or stark naked in the mirror. No sense of creativity I tells ya. But the ladies have some more leeway, but only few of them do get creative.

Anyways, thanks for your time and have a great day.)