#if someone’s already done this i stg

[themoonking]

i understand that if you’re sapphic and also incredibly and unironically into the mcu like i was a few years ago then the hand kiss from love and thunder might seem like a big deal and might make you feel really good but. it’s nothing. it’s literally fucking nothing. it’s a few seconds with an unnamed character and then valkyrie talks about her dead, also unnamed girlfriend for a bit. there are movies and television shows and books and idk podcasts that actually feature sapphic characters and/or relationships. you cannot, should not, and do not have to rely on the fucking marvel cinematic universe for queer representation. and the mcu should not be praised for “steps in the right direction” or whatever when we have actual representation elsewhere, and they are the ones lagging behind.

[kitten4sannie]

𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶

pairing: criminal! yunho x fem! reader (criminal) x criminal! jongho

genre: smut, cyberpunk au?? kinda, kinda lore compliant

summary: After finishing up a late night drug deal, you find yourself getting arrested by two suspicious policemen.

w.c: 6.1k

warnings: *possibly triggering content* drug usage, jongho and yunho play a little bit of bad cop nasty cop with reader jshshd <33, hard dom! yunho, dom! jongho, bratty sub! reader, dubcon elements, mxm, kissing, brat taming, degradation, praise, pet names, exhibitionism/voyeurism, manhandling, fingering, spit kink (so muchhh), face slapping, pussy slapping, spamking, oral (receiving), size kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, creampies, squirting, slight dumbification

a/n: choo chooooo 🚂 next stop is smut cityyy – i mean, night city hehe whoops <33 just fyi i renamed the fic and changed the aesthetic to better fit the vibe. also i stg i gave yunho grillz before the teaser came out and i just - someone please write seonghwa with grillz,, i will kiss the ground that you walk on 🧎🏻‍♀️ anyways enjoyy bc this one goes on forever and everrr ٩( 'ω' )و

song rec: numb to the feeling, slow down by chase atlantic

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“How much for Night Serum?” a soft-spoken, disheveled man asked you, only allowing you to see his dry, quivering lips and the few beads of sweat that were rolling along his chin, the rest of his face hidden underneath the heaviness of his coat hood. 

Leaning your back against the slightly damp alley wall behind you, your fingers traced the outline of a small pocket that you had sewn onto the inside of your jacket. “120 for a vial.”

He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and smashed it down into your open palm. “I want two.” 

You counted the money and shoved it away into your tank top, then fished out two small vials filled with a glowing blue liquid from the small pocket, dropping them into the man’s eager hands. “Pleasure doing business with you,” you said mostly to yourself, the man already fast walking his way out of there and tossing his head back to down it. You watched with envy as he let out a blissful sigh and headed towards a hologram of a beautiful woman that was beckoning him inside the building she was posted in front of.  

With your hands shoved inside your hoodie pockets, you followed in the direction of the man, heading back out onto the semi-empty street and mindlessly walking down it, your eyes settling on the plethora of neon signs around you, some advertising 24-hour ramen shops and bars where you could drink your sorrows away, some flashing red XXX’s at you, enticing you to settle for a quick fuck with a lovebot of your choosing. None of it really interested you these days. No matter what you did, everything just felt numb. Muted. All you wanted was to feel alive again. Before you could think, you pulled one of the little vials out from your jacket and looked down at it, eventually opening it and swishing the liquid around. 

A pair of blue and red lights suddenly blinded you, an irritatingly loud siren joining in as well to overwhelm your senses. “Oh, fuck,” you reacted, suddenly taking a step back once you realized you had done something incriminating right next to an idle cop car. Just your luck. The vial smashed onto the ground just as you ran in the opposite direction, glancing back in horror to see an intimidatingly solid man with large thighs and equally large biceps already catching up with you.

“Stop right there!” he called out, reaching his hand out in your direction, amused by the fear in your eyes and the quickening pace of your steps.  

You carried your body down the pavement as fast as you could, your lungs already on fire from routinely panting and breathing in the cold night air. Your breath escaped your lungs completely when you were suddenly yanked backwards by the collar of your jacket, the color leaving your face once you got a good look at the serious man standing behind you. 

“Possession of illegal drugs and evading the law. That’s enough for a few months in the slammer,” the man said with a smirk, bending over slightly and lifting you up over his shoulder with ease. You squeaked at the feeling of his arms squeezing around your body, hitting your fists into his solid back and yelling at him to let you go. Whistling a bit, he simply carried you back to his taller, older looking partner who was leaning against the police car with his arms folded across his chest. 

“What do we have here?” Yunho mused, a mysterious glint hidden within his coffee brown eyes. 

Once Jongho placed you down onto the ground, you tried to take off, instantly being yanked backwards by the taller man and shoved down face-first onto the hood of the police car. “Trying to run again, huh? Seems like we have a little troublemaker on our hands.”

“Fuck you,” you replied with your cheek smushed into the cold metal of the hood, groaning from how rough Yunho was as he grabbed your wrists and forced them behind your back in an uncomfortable position. 

“She’s feisty,” Yunho commented to his partner, the two of them exchanging pleased glances with each other, just as you heard a click sound and the sensation of something cold and heavy hanging on your wrists. You were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. So why were you elated? “You have the right to remain silent, pretty girl. Everything you say can and will…” his voice trailed off a bit, focusing on pressing himself against your ass, sighing at the sensation. “…be held against you.” 

“And you have the right to choke on a dick,” you retorted, squeezing your thighs together, both disgusted and turned on knowing that you could feel just how large the man was in every sense of the word. 

“She wants me,” Yunho stated, grinning at his friend. Jongho playfully shook his head at Yunho, who chuckled and stepped aside. 

Your fingers twitched behind you, biting down on your lip in anticipation for what was next until you began to feel strong hands sliding up and down your thighs, then to your ass, his fingers squeezing into them and spreading you apart through your thin joggers, making your brain feel a bit fuzzy around the edges. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” you questioned weakly, lifting your head up to look back at Jongho with a glare. 

“It’s called a body search, sweetheart.” Jongho continued, moving his hands up your waist, going in a slow, deliberate manner, like he was trying to memorize how your body felt inside his hands. Once he got to your chest, he kneaded and squeezed your tits, able to pinch your nipples through your thin tank top, drawing a stilted moan from your lips. 

“Y-you’re a fucking pervert,” you scowled, squirming around, Jongho’s hands continuing to grope at your tits until he pulled the wad of bills out of your top. Before you could protest, Yunho grabbed a section of your hair and lifted your head up to make you look at him, causing you to whimper. 

“You’re the little pervert here, princess. Moaning and squirming around during a simple search. I bet you’re wet too.” 

“Sh-shut up…” you mumbled, your cheeks hot to the touch, comforted by the cold metal of the hood when the man let go of your hair. 

“Uh-huh.” Yunho lowered his hand to your ass and grabbed it roughly, before sliding his hand in between your thighs, rubbing at the underside of your clothed cunt, pressing his digits down where he presumed your clit was. “Is this where you keep your drugs? In this little pussy of yours?” 

You didn’t know what the hell was going on, but you almost didn’t want it to stop. You knew Night City was going to shit, but were these two assholes really allowed to be a part of the force with the way they were acting? Well, anything was possible. “Show me your badges,” you suddenly commanded, only for you to get flipped onto your backside, looking up at the two men who were staring down at you with hungry eyes. “Prove that you’re real cops.” 

Yunho laughed a bit to himself, nudging Jongho out of habit. Jongho gave him a gummy smile, looking sweeter than he should have. His face sharpened when he looked down at you, his tongue poking into his cheek, casually holding what appeared to be a police badge in front of your face, which confused you even more. If he hadn’t just groped you and taken your hard earned money, you would’ve believed that he could listen to reason, unlike the psychopath that stood there gripping the outline of his unreasonably large package. “You want proof, huh, little slut? I got my baton right here.”

You looked as bored as you possibly could, tilting your head, responding with a simple, “Is that it?” The man didn’t appreciate that very much, simply yanking you up from the hood of the car and shoving you into the backseat before accompanying you. 

“I know you want to keep acting like a stubborn little brat, but I know you want this just as much as we do,” Yunho said into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe with his teeth, sending a shiver through you. “I bet you’re soaking wet. Don’t you think, Jjong? Our little plaything is probably gushing for us, huh?” 

Putting the car in drive using the stick shift, Jongho pulled out onto the street, eyeing you through the rearview mirror, the corner of his lips lifting upwards. “Wouldn’t hurt to check.”

Yunho slipped his hand past your joggers, cupping your bare pussy and hearing the audible squelching sounds of your abundant arousal. You were a mess. Is this what Night City turned you into? Someone who was willing to be used by two unhinged strangers? You didn’t like the answer, but at this point, you were too invested to care. “Fuck me, you’re even wetter than I thought. We got a little whore on our hands, Jjong.” 

“Are you gonna do something about it, or what?” you challenged Yunho, your heart ready to burst out of your chest due to the rush of adrenaline flooding your brain. 

On the drive back to what you assumed was their residence, Yunho and Jongho both appreciated your encouragement, resulting in your joggers being pulled down past your knees and your dripping cunt being pounded by two of the “officer’s” sizable fingers.  

As Jongho turned the leather steering wheel to the right to make a turn at an empty intersection, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of his partner in crime. “Add a third finger, Yun. Stretch her out for me.” 

“On it.” Yunho didn’t even bother hiding his giddiness, chuckling to himself, before pursing his lips to drip some saliva down onto his fingers. Being finger-fucked by him was almost the equivalent to having a cock inside you, especially if he filled you with three. He had a habit of breaking his toys too quickly, so he decided he would take his time preparing you for the real thing. 

“I’m really starting to think that the two of you aren’t real cops,” you chimed sarcastically, finally having calmed down a bit, eyeing Jongho through the rearview mirror, who gave you a cheeky wink, before glaring over at Yunho, instantly annoyed by the smirk that his pretty lips twisted into. 

“What makes you say that, princess?” the man asked aloofly, slipping a third equally long, equally thick finger into your tight entrance and stretching it open, leaving with you a pleasant burning sensation. 

“You’re literally knuckles deep in me right now, asshole!” you spat in his direction, resulting in a quick, though rough slap to your cheek, a stinging imprint of Yunho’s large hand still left on your face. It made you leak, aiding him in his quest to make you fall apart. 

“Is that any way to speak to an officer of the law?” Reveling in your clear shock and the influx of arousal slipping past his thrusting fingers, Yunho shook his head. “Oh, you dumb little girl. I’m obviously doing a routine cavity search. Checking for drugs and such.” He began to curl his digits and rub at the little spongy area that made your eyes roll back, noticing how you started to clench around him. “Though I don’t think you can fit anything into this tiny pussy of yours, but you’re more than welcome to try with my cock.” 

“A-as if I’d want your disgusting cock anywhere near me. You’re only getting away with this because I’m fucking handcuffed!” you grunted out, trying to bite back the moans you so desperately wanted to let out, the fire in your belly about to erupt into something that you couldn’t even try to tame. “I’d be choking the fuck out of you if I could use my hands.” 

Yunho opened his mouth and dragged his tongue across his top set of teeth, the silver finishing of what seemed to be a bottom set of grillz glimmering in the light. “Kinky. I’d like that.” 

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to spit on him or kiss him, so you simply looked on, finding Jongho’s eyes routinely locking with yours when he didn’t have to immediately focus on the road. He had hardly spoken a word to you and yet you found yourself pulsing around Yunho’s thick fingers just from having him stare you down. You were getting close and you couldn’t quite hide it anymore, your eyebrows starting to move upwards, mouth beginning to hang open, and your moans coming out embarrassingly high pitched in response to the pads of Yunho’s fingers rubbing at your g-spot. 

Jongho chuckled to himself, licking at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to fall apart for him, doll?” You could see his arm shift a bit and the side of his forearm coming in and out of view from where you were sitting. “Are you going to–fuck–cum all over his fingers?” He was starting to sound out of breath. The motherfucker was jerking himself off and driving at the same time. To be quite honest, you were more disappointed that you couldn’t watch than the fact that he was risking all of your lives on the freeway. Maybe you were just like them. Just maybe. 

Yunho pressed his lips onto the shell of your ear, feeling you routinely squeezing around him. He needed to send you over the edge. “Cum for me, pretty girl. You know you want to.” You pulsed around him, giving him a good idea of what you wanted to hear next. Sending his tongue up along your earlobe and biting it roughly, making you shudder, he growled, “Be a good girl for me and fucking cum.” 

A ragged cry escaped your dry throat as Yunho shoved his fingers inside you one last time, keeping them there, your arousal pouring out of you, getting all over his veiny forearm and the leather seat below. Once you recovered, you cleared your throat and blew a bit of hair out of your eyes, side-eyeing Yunho. “This is the only way you get girls to fuck you, huh? By handcuffing them and putting them in the back of your car?” 

Yunho felt a surge of anger shoot through him, but it went straight to his cock. “Fuck, you really do like being a little brat for us, don’t you? Because you like how we put you in your place, huh, baby?” Yunho ran a ringed finger through your hair and pushed a few locks of it behind your ear, his dark eyes studying your flushed face with an intensity that made you throb. 

“We’re here,” Jongho interjected, pressing a button on a small remote he had in his hand, the sliding metal garage door in front of the car slowly rising up, revealing a spacious garage complete with a secondhand sofa, a TV, a large toolbox, and randomly assorted car parts wrapped in bubble-wrap lying on the floor in the corner. 

You disregarded their set up, not needing to ask to know that they were probably up to some shady shit. It didn’t matter, anyway. You did what you had to do as well to keep up with the city that was both decaying and upgrading itself at the same time. 

Once Yunho pulled you out of the backseat, you motioned your head to your restraints. “Can you take these off now that you’re done with your little show? If we’re going to fuck, I don’t need my arms to be going numb.” 

He chuckled, sending Jongho a quick, pleased glance as his friend took a step behind you and put the tiny key into the slot to unclasp the handcuffs, not letting you go before he reached around you, pulling your jacket off, leaving you in just a thin tank top. Jongho noticed the sound of two vials clinking together, feeling through the jacket and slipping his fingers inside the secret compartment. 

“Go on and get comfortable, sweetheart,” Yunho chimed, nodding his head up at you, watching you with dark eyes as you sat down in the middle of the couch, one leg crossed over the other. 

Jongho stood next to him, handing him one of the vials. “Is this the stuff she’s selling?” Yunho mumbled, holding it up in the light, eyeing the chemical blue liquid sloshing around inside. “Night Serum, huh? What’s a pretty girl like you doing selling something like this, anyways?” 

You shrugged. “I gotta make a living somehow.” 

He tapped his finger against the glass, watching as a tiny bubble formed inside. “You wanna try it?” 

“I mean, yeah, but are you sure you want to?” you questioned, tilting your head. “One of my regulars told me he downed a vial and fucked a lovebot so hard, its system shut down halfway through.” 

Yunho smirked at Jongho, before pressing his shoulder into yours. “I mean, you’re the one that’s acting as our little lovebot for tonight, so are you prepared for that?” 

Were you? You weren’t too sure of much, to be frank. Just that you wanted to be used and abused by the sleazy pair of fake cops (mechanics?) hovering over you. You simply nodded at him, licking at the corner of your lips. 

“Bottoms up,” Yunho purred into your ear, tilting the glass back and allowing the liquid to drip into his mouth. Before he swallowed it all, he grabbed your chin and forced his mouth onto yours. 

“Mmfff…” you mumbled into his mouth, looking back at him, barely able to handle him shoving his tongue down your throat. The effects were almost instantaneous; your senses and any physical sensations you felt were immediately heightened to the tenth degree. Not only that, but you felt the overwhelming urge to be filthy. You could see why everyone wanted to get their hands on it. 

This discovery almost distracted you from what was going on in front of you. Yunho had grabbed Jongho by the collar, his other hand clutching the back of the younger man’s head, their lips and tongues eagerly entwining, both occasionally biting at each other’s lips. 

Once Yunho sucked on Jongho’s tongue and swallowed down some of their combined spit, he pulled back slightly, their now swollen lips barely touching, the both of them breathing in the same air, sending pleasant zaps of arousal below the belt. “What do you want to do next, Jjong? Tell me.” 

Almost breathless, Jongho cleared his throat, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I want to eat her out,” he mumbled, looking past Yunho and making eye contact with you. “I want her to squirt for me, Yun.”

Yunho smirked, running his thumb across the younger man’s glistening bottom lip. “Mm, you want our pretty little toy to make a mess, huh?” 

Jongho nodded, smiling softly. “A big mess, yeah.” 

-

With your thighs being held open forcefully by two strong hands, you squirmed around inside Yunho’s lap, barely able to handle the visual of Jongho ravaging your swollen cunt, his nose grinding repeatedly against your clit, his tongue buried deep inside your hole, and his dilated eyes focused solely on yours. 

“Stay still, kitten,” Yunho purred, gripping the undersides of your thighs and bringing them upwards so that your knees were up by your chest on either side. “Let my pretty boy take care of you.” 

Jongho groaned softly at his friend’s sentence, his hand closing tightly around his cock, fisting it with diligence. He plunged his tongue in and out of you, only stopping to purse his lips and let the mix of arousal and spit drip down onto your clit. Eyeing the wetness longingly, he smacked his hand down onto you, sending a bolt of pleasure through your body,before going back down to slurp all the escaping arousal back into his mouth. 

“Don’t swallow, Jjong.” Yunho reached around your shoulder to clutch your jaw, forcing it open, your tongue lolling out of your mouth. “Let her taste.” 

Jongho slowly stood up and hovered over the both of you, sending the mixture of fluids into your open mouth, replacing Yunho’s hand on your jaw to shut it. 

Just as you were about to swallow it down, Yunho growled, “Hold it,” near your ear, smiling slightly at the small, obedient nod you gave him. He grabbed Jongho by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss that mostly consisted of teeth and tongue, tasting you on him. The two men grunted and groaned, their hands automatically reaching for each other’s cocks, haphazardly stroking them until they were dripping more and more pre-cum by the second.

“Mmmn,” you mumbled with your mouth full, your back warm against Yunho’s heated chest, your pussy throbbing with urgency the longer you watched them pleasure one another. 

Yunho rubbed his thumb over Jongho’s slit, making him gasp and pull away due to how sensitive he was, a few strings of saliva still joining their lips. “Cute.” He chuckled, almost forgetting you were there until he saw the way you were begging for his attention with your eyes. “Aww, poor baby. Here’s your reward for waiting.” He tilted your face towards his and sent a wad of spit down your throat, making you moan and pulse heavily around Jongho’s tongue once he had returned to the space he took up between your thighs. “Good, now spit it out onto your cute little cunt like a good whore.” 

Biting your lip, you angled your head down and sent the warm liquid down onto yourself in globs, feeling it spread out over your clit and drip down your puffy folds. 

“Good girl,” Yunho praised, reaching down to rub the rough pad of his thumb back and forth over your clit at a rapid speed. He pressed kisses onto your neck, licking and biting at it, enjoying the myriad of moans and whines you let out the closer you got to your release. 

It only took one forceful squeeze of your clit and the feeling of being stretched open by Jongho’s large tongue for you to cum so hard you saw stars. When you came to, Jongho was licking your squirt from his chin, his eyes hooded and hair completely soaked in your release. 

Yunho cupped your cunt and palmed it just to feel your body begin to shudder against his from the overstimulation, smiling fondly at the sight of Jongho’s rampant lust. “Did you like being squirted on, baby bear?” 

He nodded with enthusiasm, standing up to show Yunho his softened length that was covered in his own release, smiling cheekily. “Very much so.” 

“Mm, that’s what I like to see,” Yunho nodded approvingly, his fingers idly slipping into your soaked hole and scissoring his fingers apart. Moaning, you pressed your head back against one of his broad shoulders. He placed his lips onto your cheek near your jaw, humming against your hot skin. “Ready to take my cock, sugar?” 

-

Laying on the couch with your legs spread open, you suddenly stiffened up when you felt Yunho’s cockhead press against your entrance, his large hands gripping onto your hips. You looked down at his condom-less cock, asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?” 

“Aww, come on, princess,” he purred, grabbing one of your ass cheeks and kneading it around. “You’ll let me hit it raw, won’t you? Don’t you want to feel my big cock rubbing against your pretty little cunt?” Sensing Jongho’s presence near him, Yunho moved out of the way and spread your pussy open, watching as Jongho sent a wad of spit directly onto your slit.

You were practically melting in Yunho’s grasp from hearing his filthy words said in such a patronizingly sweet tone and feeling Jongho’s spit drip down your heat, barely able to handle his intense gaze. Yunho tapped your cheek with two fingers. “Tell Jjong that you want it. That you want to feel me pump you full of my cum.” He took a second to let out a pleased sigh, his cock throbbing inside his grasp. “Tell him that you like that he’s going to watch me use you before he gets a turn.” 

“I-i want it,” you murmured with a pout, your eyes solely focused on Jongho. “I w-want to feel Yunho’s cum inside me…and…” You were both so fixated on each other that you didn’t even notice when Yunho slapped his cock down onto your lower abdomen, pre cum smearing across your skin. 

“Finish the sentence, doll,” Jongho requested, his soft, though commanding voice sending a shiver up your spine. 

Your eyelids lowered, feeling yourself begin to pulse in between your thighs. “You’re going to watch me while I get used by Yunho before you get a turn with me.” After hearing Jongho’s small groan and seeing the lust take over his features, you unconsciously spread yourself further open like you were about to take him instead of Yunho, which they both greatly appreciated. 

Yunho suddenly slapped his length down onto your abdomen, lining it up so that you all could see just how far he would reach inside you. The tip of his cock reached just above your belly button. You whimpered, feeling dizzy at the sight of it, wondering how something so big was going to fit. Yunho, however, was having the time of his life. “Oh my god, I’m going to rearrange your fucking guts,” Yunho groaned huskily, sliding his cock back and forth across your clit, using your combined arousal to stimulate the both of you. Enjoying the sounds of your small, breathless moans, he smacked his cock down onto your clit, making you let out a sudden gasp. 

“G-go slow, okay?” your voice not coming out as commanding as you wanted it to, your eyebrows furrowed, despite giving the two men a pout. “I don’t want to be split in half.” 

Yunho could’ve cum right then and there, too delighted with your acknowledgement of your clear size difference.

Noticing his friend zoning out, Jongho wiped some of the drool that was starting to escape Yunho’s lips. “What’s on your mind, Yun?” 

Yunho smiled gleefully at Jongho. “I’m going to break her, aren’t I?” 

Jongho shook his head, returning the same glazed over look that Yunho was giving him. “We’re going to break her.” 

-

You couldn’t quite remember how you got here — getting pounded into next week by some pervert with grillz and a silver chain hanging in your face, letting him use you to his heart’s content, while his partner simply watched on, steadily fisting his cock with unwavering enthusiasm. You never would’ve guessed that you’d be getting your brains fucked out in some random criminal's rundown garage that night, instead of just heading back to your apartment downtown. 

“Jjong, she’s zoning out again,” Yunho spoke up in between grunts, letting go on one of your spread thighs to rake his fingers through his sweaty hair. “What should I do?” 

Repositioning himself on the couch beside you, Jongho grasped your chin and tilted it upwards. “Give her a little smack.” 

Smirking, Yunho backhanded you, just hard enough to bring you back to reality, immediately allowing you to feel the immense pressure of the man’s hips rocking into yours, his cock plugging you up over and over. “Fuck, if you’re going to smack me, then at least aim for my p–”

Yunho’s large hand slammed down onto your cunt, his calloused palm rubbing against your swollen clit, replacing your words with a choked moan and bringing a smile to his sweaty face. 

“Again,” you said, your demand coming out as a plea instead, your legs starting to tremble against the slippery couch. “Do it again.” 

“Who knew such a feisty little thing would become such a needy slut for us?” he asked his friend, who shrugged his shoulders. Yunho removed his hand from your pulsing cunt, instead lifting your hips up and slamming into you at a deeper angle, making you let out a yell of pleasure.  “Would you like to do the honors and help make our new little toy cum all over my cock, Jjong?” 

Jongho immediately brought his hand down and slapped it directly onto your clit, not giving you a second to react, before he did it again, both him and Yunho watching with delight as your arousal began to squirt out of you like a small fountain. "Good girl," he sighed, sliding his fingers through the wetness and spreading it over your swollen clit.  

You looked to Jongho for a moment, your cheeks burning from the way he was gazing down at you with his pulsing cock in his hand, but Yunho's grip on your jaw brought your attention back to the cock that was currently drilling into your spasming cunt. "P-please cum," was all you could verbalize, a line of drool escaping past your lips.

Yunho continued to fuck you through the overstimulation, leaving your inner walls slick and warm with the heavy amounts of pre-cum that were spilling out of his cock. “Mm, that’s right. I bet a slut like you wants to feel every drop of my load when it spills into your womb. Don’t you? You want to know the exact moment that you get pregnant for me, huh?” 

You let out a long, drawn-out moan, gripping the edge of the couch, chipping off some of the faux leather material from the cushion with your nails. “I’ll…nnngh…kill you if you get me pregnant…” 

“What, you don’t like the idea of someone like me pumping you full of my kids?” he asked near your ear, his body pressing heavily against you, smacking his hand into your ass so harshly, he left a lasting handprint. 

“N-no, dumbass,” you choked out, throwing your head back into the couch cushion once Yunho persistently bucked his hips into you, sloppily and without nuance, like you were just a sex doll he had just purchased from Night City’s local rundown sex shop. 

Yunho scoffed, shaking his head, his raven locks starting to stick to his forehead. “Then why are you throbbing around my cock, pretty girl? Why are you about to cum all over it?” He bit his bottom lip, pulling all the way out and shoving himself back into you, your combined arousal making a filthy squelching sound. “You want it so bad, you’ll let Jongho fill you up too, won’t you?” 

“Fuck, just fill me up, please, both of you,” you finally admitted, your voice barely coming out, the way Yunho picking up his speed and slamming himself repeatedly into your sopping wet cunt sending you into another state of euphoria.

“I'm gonna fill you up, baby. Oh, fuck, here it comes,” the man grunted in between thrusts, letting out a series of low, gutteral sounds, holding his hand down on the bulge in your lower abdomen, cum shooting out of his cock in long spurts, coating your walls with white. It felt so good, you almost lost it, whimpering and whining. “Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you? You like how big I feel inside you? Like I'm gonna split you open, huh?” You simply nodded, unable to think, let alone speak. Chuckling smugly, Yunho pulled out, fisting his cock until a few more dribbles of cum leaked out of him and dripped down your mound. 

Before you could ever take a breath, you were suddenly being lifted up by Yunho and being set down onto Jongho’s lap. “Ready, doll?” the younger man asked, running his calloused hands up along your curves, squeezing at the softest parts of your body, his fingers settling on your tits and tweaking them.

“Yes, sir,” you moaned softly, your words flipping a switch inside Jongho’s mind. 

Jongho picked your hips up and lowered you down onto his thick length, slowly pushing the entirety of it inside, his hips already moving like it was second nature to him, efficiently fucking Yunho’s cum back into you, some of the milkiness dribbling down to the younger man’s heavy balls. “Feels good?” 

“Really good.” You panted, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding onto him. “So good. More, please.” 

When Yunho nudged his neck and jawline with his lips, whispering something into his pierced ear, his tongue eventually sliding across his heated skin, Jongho leaned his head back, inviting it. He kept one hand on your hip, the other moving to stroke his friend’s cock. “If you want more, you’ll have to work for it,” Jongho stated, smiling lazily at you, his hand moving down to squeeze your ass. “Ride me, baby. Make it bounce.” 

Feeling desperate, you obliged him, gripping his broad shoulders tightly, his muscles tightening underneath your grip, lifting yourself up, only to drop yourself down onto him, his groans of approval urging you to go as fast as you could. “I’m riding you, sir, just how you want, so please give me your cum. I need it.” 

Yunho sucked and licked at Jongho’s neck as he nodded weakly, finding his softer moans to be a lot cuter than the deeper, more masculine sounds he tried to make. “She’s our little cumslut now, baby bear. Fill her up with your honey, okay?” Jongho’s hand tightened around the older man’s length, squeezing out more clear liquid and using it as lube, drawing muffled groans from Yunho. 

Determined to take the strangers’ loads one after another, you bounced on Jongho’s cock with fierce determination, his cum-covered length stretching you open over and over, effectively setting your insides ablaze. “Please,” was all you could whimper out, wiping some sweat from your forehead, looking between Jongho and Yunho, hoping to bring attention to your desperate situation. 

Yunho pressed his lips onto Jongho’s earlobe, mouthing something into it, both of their hands eventually traveling to your pulsing clit, taking turns thumbing it eagerly and rolling it around. “Cum for us, sugar.”

Drawing short, airy moans out of Yunho with his skilled hand movements, Jongho smiled softly at him, then looked at you, his fingers roughly squeezing your clit, as he studied your pleasure-struck face, chiming in, “Make a mess.” 

Letting out a ragged cry and blacking out for a moment, you came undone, the sensation of warm creaminess spurting into you bringing you back to reality, your head spinning from the feeling, as well as the sight of Yunho shuddering and covering his chest in his own mess. “Fuck….” you exhaled, leaning forward into Jongho’s arms, who wrapped them securely around you, all your strength suddenly leaving your tired body. The drug was starting to wear off, and you were left accepting the decisions you made, some of it dripping out of your cum-filled cunt. 

-

“The comedown from Night Serum is really rough, you know,” you sighed, sliding your fingers through your damp hair and leaning your head back into the couch cushion, puffing on the cigarette that sat between your lips. “Hot flashes, the shakes, cottonmouth, fever, the list goes on.” 

“I guess we gotta keep busy, huh? Maybe I’ll just fuck the fever out of you since you love to take cock so much,” Yunho replied smugly with a short, brusque laugh, buckling his belt and nudging Jongho with his elbow as if he was asking him to laugh along with him. Jongho gave him a small exhale of air, barely a chuckle. A pity laugh, if you will. 

“Uh-huh, right.” You tilted your head to the side, batting your eyelashes up at Yunho. “You’re lucky I didn’t give you head. I would’ve given your cock a little chomp if I had the chance.” 

Yunho flashed you a wide grin, his silver grillz reflecting in the light. “Well, there’s always next time.” 

Not that you didn’t know before, but Yunho had to be a psycho. You weren’t quite sure about Jongho yet, but there was always time for him to surprise you. Were you actually considering sticking around these two after everything they did? Arresting you, manhandling you, fucking you within an inch of your life — were you really capable of handling that for god knows how long? 

You sat up, flicking the cigarette stump away onto the dirty ground and smiling over at Jongho, who quietly observed you with the same pleased expression he had the entirety of the night, before gazing up at Yunho, your eyes full of determination, fire, and maybe a glimpse of insanity. “I’m looking forward to it, Yunnie.” He took a small step back, caught a bit off guard, letting out a nervous chuckle. You suddenly stood up and bit down onto your bottom set of teeth, making Yunho stumble back into the cop car and slide down the smooth metal until he landed on his ass, resulting in a hearty laugh from Jongho. 

Yunho appeared to be shocked, until his pretty lips twisted into a mischievous smile, his eyes upturned with satisfaction. “The others are gonna like you.” 

“O-others?” you squeaked, feeling Jongho settle a strong hand down on your shoulder and pat it, as if he was already apologizing for what was about to come. 

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[levmada]

2 month T update the day before

- finally gave in and got a haircut bc i had a mullet and the length was stressing me out (honestly expected tho bc i’ve always gotten sick to my stomach when my hair grew any longer than to my shoulders). and it actually went rly well. only two people were working and there was a lot of chatting, and i got called ‘man’ a lot (in the same way you’d call someone dude at the end of a sentence. that probably makes no sense but i’m tired asf rn so take it).

anyway it’s much shorter and looks rly good :3

- started packing a bit ago and that’s actually done wonders for my confidence. i think cuz it’s more like a harness you pack yourself instead of it being realistic

- this is so lame but i’m more engaged in class bc i’m always looking for any way to answer a question and use my voice. i’ve always been that type of person (chronic teachers pet disorder/j) but i always talked quietly and felt unsure of myself in a way i couldn’t explain until i started T

on that topic i think my voice dropped even more since last week. it’s honestly been crazy but maybe has to do with how much i’ve been training it. it’s unmistakably masculine./very pos

- uhmmmm so for many years now i’ve been dyeing my hair black when i’m a natural blond and i couldn’t ever explain to someone why other than ‘it looks better’ and i’m emo asf (don’t worry, that phase never ended for me) but it’s occurred to me since i’m getting the slightest littlest bit of facial hair that it’ll be a pain in the ass to dye it consistently and the idea of going back to blond doesn’t make me want to curl up and hide in a hole which is very shocking to me. i was very very set on dyeing my hair black FOR LIFE. i’m not rly sure why T has changed that. maybe it’s cos i associated blond hair w being a girl or i hated my appearance so much while… it’s getting much better now. i NEVER would’ve comprehended on my own that that preference was cuz of gender dysphoria

i still need to think abt it tho

- last week (?) i posted a voice comparison thingy and it sounded so good. turns out i posted it just in time for me to start sounding like a frog that just woke up and smoked a pack of cigarettes. it’s kind of annoying😩

- ACNE ALL OVER MY FACE

- growing a ton of hair like everywhere but especially my arms. like on my fingers too??? and like i mentioned already above my lip. which has all been rly nice

- started working out a bit ago to build muscle which has been good for my mental health :3 on top of T making it easier to gain muscle, but i haven’t done it long enough to see results yet LOL

- emotions are so weird. at my 1 month mark i rambled about it and here i am again :3 my bipolar 1-bpd-a bunch of psychotropic drugs combo makes my experience hyper specific, but i’m less of an intensely neurotic excitable crazy person.

before, i didn’t cry probably as much as a normal person but now it’s physically impossible. not in an emotionally constipated way, i FEEL sad, but it just doesn’t happen.

i feel emotions more mellow in general. but i’m probably more like your emotionally unavailable but well meaning older brother

- my feet have gotten bigger i stg bc my shoes which used to fit me just don’t. i have small feet for an afab person anyway :3

- i’ve noticed that my hips are slightly less curved but i couldn’t tell you where the fat has gone 🤷🏻

- i think that’s it for now :3333

not sfw under the cut

- still no menses :333🙏

- sex drive has evened out A LOT which has been nice

- bottom growth continues. random erections are like getting hit with a flash bang but it’s oddly gender affirming

[riddle-me-ri]

Hi Ri :3 I love your writing and I wanna request the various ozzies and an S/O who squishes their face because✨️cuteness aggression✨️they are all so adorable and squishable I swear

And I wanna say I love your romantic and fluffy works :D and i check your blog every single day for an update because I always look forward to a new fic by you 💕

A/N: heyo! awww thank you so much! That means so much to me! I’m glad you like my romantic fluffy works, I try my best! I hope I did this one justice, the cuteness aggression is very strong with me pengy colony I stg. Also I went with like cute explanations I couldn’t come up with proper full-on proper scenarios (without them seeming to repeat themselves) I hope that’s okay! 

The Penguins Reacting To Reader Squishing Their Faces

Arkhamverse Penguin:

Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves the adoration. Any touch of yours is a blessing to him. After being handed the cold, judgmental, harsh hand of reality for so long for someone the likes of him, he welcomes your touches and all they entail. Caresses, squishes, pats, massages, loves them all. 

Maybe, just maybe, do it when he’s not having a meeting with his crew. He doesn’t care what anyone says, but it’s hard to take him seriously when you’re sitting next to him squishing his cheeks. 

“Love, please…as much as I love it when you touch me…I’ve got business to tend do.”

Reevesverse/Farrell Penguin:

Okay, but good luck trying to squish his face, cause nine times out of ten he’s probably squishing yours. He loves to grab your face with his index finger and thumb pressing against your cheeks and drag you into a kiss. You face is so squished your lips are already puckered up and ready to be kissed upon.

Whenever you do manage to squish his face in between your hands, he’s beaming with happiness and adoration for you. He likes it when you run your thumbs just below his eyes, no doubt massaging some bags there that have developed. Just another sweet way you have of taking a little bit of the load off his shoulders. 

You smiled down sweetly at him as you continue to rub your thumbs along his cheeks. Occasionally squeezing them. 

“I swear sweetheart. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a touch as sweet as yours…” He grabs one of your hands and kisses the palm of it. 

Gotham Penguin:

Wait, what? W-What…oh you’re, you’re squeezing his face now. Um why? Poor boy is mad confused, it is going to take sometime for him to warm up to the prospect. He just feels silly about it, like you’re treating him like a child. 

However, he can’t deny he enjoys the way your eyes light up at the close proximity of your faces and how your hands ultimately warm his usually cooler face. It takes some time for him to get used to it, but once he does, every time you do it it makes his day infinitely better. 

“I-I think I’m beginning to understand the appeal..” He muttered one morning, when you give him his daily cuteness aggression squishes. He will actively try and do it in return, and you’re over the moon when he does. 

BTAS Penguin:

“Oh, oh, yes, dove?” 

At first, he thinks you’re just trying to get his attention. When you tell him you just wanted to squish his face cause he was just too cute, he’s instantly blushing. He’s chuckling gleefully, as he holds your hands to his face so they can stay there longer. 

He will never grow weary of how you show him your affections, it’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced before and you always manage to surprise him in the best ways. I can also see him coming up to you and grabbing your wrists and bringing your hands to his face. Instant stress relief your touch brings him. 

“Mind if I borrow your touch, it’ll just be for a minute, my dove.” How could you not squish his face after that, once you do his small smile grows into a proud grin. 

TNBA Penguin: 

He chuckles, “well, what’s the cause of all this?” He puts one hand up to hold on of your hands cupping his cheeks. 

“I can’t help it, Ozzie. You’re just so darn cute!” You squeal softly, squishing his cute face.

This Oswald is very keen on keeping a sophisticated…cool, calm, and collected image. However, he can’t even help absolutely melting at your admission for your sentimental gesture. He absolutely revels in your touch. Beaming proudly and hopelessly in love. 

Another pengy that appreciates the devotion and affection but also…not while he’s busy. If he’s running around tending to his club or having another interrogation with Batman, may not be the best time. But best believe, he’d love nothing more than for your hands to be all over him later though.  He’d also be glad to return the favor tenfold. 

Telltale Penguin:

“Ugh, love, Y/N…really?” 

This pengy is the epitome of “stop it, it’s annoying. I don't like it,” but he actually loves it and you know him well enough to know this. His eyebrows aren’t furrowed, he doesn’t have his usual annoyed scowl on his face (which you find kind of hot, but you don’t dare let him know, he wouldn’t let you live it down). He will roll his eyes and try to form a frown, but you notice the miniscule smirk. 

He appreciates it even more when he comes back and you give him the same amount of attention when his face isn’t all that pretty. Running and fighting in underground boxing tournaments means he comes home with shiners and bruises to his face. 

Just maybe don’t squeeze too hard. 

“Ah-Ah, love, I-I appreciate the gesture, I do, but maybe wait until I’m healed up, yeah?” 

One Bad Day Penguin: 

Oswald’s chuckling, extremely pleased. “What’re you up to, sweetness?” 

You giggled back, wrapping his face in your hands, adoringly. You started kissing his head, cheeks, nose, anywhere you could reach. Oz chuckled some more. 

“What? Can’t I show my man how much I love ‘im?” You leaned your forehead against his. Your hands still periodically squeezing his skin. 

Oswald lives for these moments. He never imagined in his lifetime he’d get the chance to be loved unconditionally. You still manage to surprise him with your gestures, words, and actions. Even after going through the thick and thin of it all, you were still there beside him. You were still his. 

“Yeah, you can show him,” he softly chuckled. “You never seize to amaze me, doll.”

The Batman (2004):

Listen, listen…if it’d been ANYONE else…he would have their head. 

When it’s you though… 

You cup your hands around his cheeks, squish the cute cheek skin there. When you get so enthralled in your touches and kisses, you accidentally lift him up to your level. You’ve literally lifted him up from his feet. And he’s absolute putty in your hands. The redness of his face rivals the orange in his hair.  He adores this, being absolutely suffocated in your love. 

He isn’t ashamed to plop his head in your hands any chance they’re open and free, and you’re more than willing to give him what he wants. All the squishes, kisses, rubs, and everything in between. 

Oz closes his eyes to fully envelope in your hold. “Mm…a guy can get used to this.” 

Batman Unlimited:

He’s sort of confused. Taken aback. Not to sure how to react to your gesture. 

You come up behind him and instantly frame his face with your hands. Not being able to resist the temptation to squeeze the adorable cheeks underneath your thumbs. 

“Uh…w-what’s this about, darling?” 

“Oh nothing, Ozzie. You just looked so cute, I couldn’t help it.” You giggled. 

C-cute? You found him cute? 

You two have been together for awhile, but it still surprises Oswald just how much you genuinely love him. You never ceased to amaze him, he knows who he is…what he looks like. He knows he’s not the easiest man in the world to love, but yet here you were. Squishing his face, kissing his head, telling him he was cute. 

He took one of his hands and covered it over yours, as he leans into your touch. Oswald reaches out and cups one of your cheeks with his other hand. 

“And you, my darling, are absolutely precious.”

[chaifootsteps]

Just saw the newest insider leaks of Helluva and istg, I REALLY stg that it isn't true.

Because we already had enough with the Stolas's and Stella's court case bs, but now Blitz singing a pity party song because he wasn't aware of the fact that Stolas was being "abused"?

(and i say in between quotes because Stolas has abused Blitz more than Stella has "abused" (aka, rightfully lash out at) Stolas)

I'm fucking done with this show, fuck Viv, fuck Brandon, fuck everyone who keeps protecting this burning tire pile, I had a streak of hope at first that Helluva would do a "gotcha!" moment and everything would flip over its head, Stolas and Blitz finally facing accountability for the bs they've done, at least humanize Stella a bit more... But it seems that's too much to ask for someone like Viv.

I just, I just hope that evidence finally flames and burns Viv's empire for good, I'm tired of seeing it, and yes, my blood is boiling due to how Helluva has been wasted beyond redemption...

Anyways, rant over, gotta go check TADC later on, to clear my head from the bs that's the shitstain called Viv and her braindead fanbase.

There was some part of me, some last, desperate, hopeful part, that really did believe that 4chan leaker had to be BSing. What they were describing was just too bad to be true. Hell, maybe they are BSing.

But god...I just don't know. If they are telling the truth, I think that's going to be the beginning of the end.

[darklordofthesimp]

König realizing he loves birdy must have been a bittersweet hell, I mean- just coming to really care for her (not just trying to make it up to her, but actually really wanting to be her friend and have her reciprocate) must have been stressful enough considering she hates his guts and wants nothing to do with him, but love? Dear god. Torture, true torture for him after all that. I’m sure he feels guilty enough about how his mere presence stresses her out to begin with, realizing that he’s fallen for her must seem like the most selfish thing he could possibly have done. Love is stressful and complicated under moderately good conditions, much less- *gestures wildly at their whole situation* -This. How does one begin to unravel their feelings and attempt to communicate how much they care when they completely destroyed any implicate trust and friendliness in one rather Gory meeting? What do you do when your first impression was maiming them beyond recognition and almost killing them? How do you backtrack from that when they still hate you, and even more painfully, still have nightmares and flashbacks of you to freshly remind them anytime they begin to forget? The searing pain of her flinching everytime he so much as moves too quickly, of seeing her emerge in the morning with puffy bloodshot eyes glaring at him, knowing she spent another night with him as her personal boogeyman and there’s nothing he can do about it. That she won’t let him comfort her because she’s still afraid of him, afraid that he’ll hurt her, and he can’t claim that he would never- she would spit back that he already has, and she would be right. I wonder if it would be a slow sinking realization and acceptance of his fate, or if it’d be a sudden and violent sledgehammer to the heart that sends him spiraling into a panic attack once he finally finds the words for the extra spark he’d been feeling towards her lately. Each one is a special kind of pain anyhow.

Can I just point out that this was beautifully written and I was FEELING SOME SAD SHIT READING THIS. Just this crumb that you've offered has more talent than every ounce of brain power it takes for me to put out a fic I stg.

I think König would genuinely feel like a bad fucking person. He knows it was an accident but to fall in love with the person whose life you ruined?

He thinks there's definitely a special place in Hell reserved just for him- and not for the war crimes.

I can see him definitely heaved over in his room, eyes wide as he tries to regulate his breathing. It's like he's been fucking sucker punched, it's as if someone had hit him with a freight train.

He wishes he had never met you.

You would have been safe from him and he wouldn't be fucking haunted by you. His every waking moment you're on his mind.

He's never felt such an overwhelming sense of emotional turmoil.

If he ever let's himself imagine you feeling the same way back, a fantasy he keeps as he falls asleep- he reminds himself that he's fucking disgusting for even insinuating it.

Loving Birdy means hating himself.

He wishes he had never met her.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Abbey Grange pt 3

I'm fairly confident I've pieced this one together correctly. I'm a little annoyed that it appears that Lady Brackenhall didn't do it herself, but I suppose I'll allow it. I feel confident that she could have done it herself, though, had the narrative allowed her to.

...our door was opened to admit as fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it. He was a very tall young man, golden-moustached, blue-eyed, with a skin which had been burned by tropical suns, and a springy step which showed that the huge frame was as active as it was strong.

I stg, every time Watson describes someone in this story he gets hornier. 'As fine a specimen of manhood as ever passed through it.' Put your tongue back in your mouth.

He's looking respectfully.

I've always thought that how horny literally every version of Watson seems to be was just exaggerated, but no. Reading/rereading these as an adult shows me that Watson is exactly that horny on main.

And by 'on main' I mean 'in a widely distributed publication'.

"I know so much already that if you go one inch off the straight I'll blow this police whistle from my window and the affair goes out of my hands for ever.” The sailor thought for a little. Then he struck his leg with his great, sun-burned hand. “I'll chance it,” he cried. “I believe you are a man of your word, and a white man, and I'll tell you the whole story."

First, the captain's kinda racist, I guess.

Second, this is an exact template of what not to do when being interviewed regarding a crime you have committed. Never believe that they know everything. Never agree to tell them anything. Say nothing.

Captain Croker is kind of an idiot.

But then, given the racism, we already knew that.

"So far as I am concerned I regret nothing and I fear nothing, and I would do it all again and be proud of the job."

This is also exactly what you should not say in this situation. He's just determined to be a waking talking exemplar of what not to do, I guess. And he's doing a great job of it.

"...many a time since have I kneeled down in the darkness of the night watch and kissed the deck of that ship because I knew her dear feet had trod it."

That seems unsanitary. Sir, please desist.

Is this why they transferred you to another ship? So people would stop coming across you licking the deck? People walk on that. Sir. Sir, please.

This is yet another example of things you shouldn't do. Just in case you were wondering.

If you want to kiss her feet and you're both into that, go for it. But don't just, like... kiss the dirty deck of a ship where hundreds of people have walked because she walked there. Not only is it unhygienic, it's kind of stalkery.

Yeah.... no.

This guy is giving unhinged vibes.

"One day out in a country lane I met Theresa Wright, her old maid. She told me about her, about him, about everything."

Theresa 100% knew what she was doing here. There is no way she looked at this guy literally kissing the ground Mary walked on and didn't realise that he would be down to murder. Theresa wins the prize here. Excellently executed. Get the dumb stalker to kill the abusive husband. A+ work. She deserves a raise.

"This drunken hound, that he should dare to raise his hand to her whose boots he was not worthy to lick!"

Was not expecting to tick off 'foot fetish' on my Sherlock Holmes bingo card, but there we go.

"Theresa was always my friend, for she loved Mary and hated this villain almost as much as I did. From her I learned the ways of the house."

My dude, my dude. Theresa fucking played you.

"At first she would not open to me, but in her heart I know that now she loves me, and she could not leave me in the frosty night."

That's a really quick turn around from 'it was only friendship for her and I was happy with it' to 'I know she loves me now'.

"Theresa was as cool as ice, and it was her plot as much as mine."

It was all her plan. I bet she made sure the husband was awake at the right time.

"...since she was trying hard to shield him and so showing that she loved him."

Really? Was she though?

"See here, Captain Croker, we'll do this in due form of law. You are the prisoner. Watson, you are a British jury, and I never met a man who was more eminently fitted to represent one."

I guess Watson has enough horniness in him for 12 people.

I mean, I don't have a problem with the guy being allowed to go free, the victim literally burned a puppy alive. Also, I'm pretty sure he was manipulated into being there at the right time. Because there's no way a maid who has been frequently mentioned to be really good at her job, just blurts out her mistress's private business to a guy they met on a boat in the middle of the road. She knew what she was doing. And the husband just happened to come along?

"Come back to this lady in a year, and may her future and yours justify us in the judgment which we have pronounced this night.”

I note that this is as much of a 'happily ever after' as we get for this story. I choose to believe Mary had already moved on in a year and had given up the pretence of being in love with him.

But I am cynical, as we have previously discussed.

[cognitosclowns]

idk if this was done before but hc on the gang's love language?? Gigi's would obviously be receiving gifts and pamper you like royalty and Andre with quality time not just for chilling but someone finally understand him on a deeper level. And Alpha Beta is touch cause,,,,,,, HAVE YOU MET THIS FUCKER HE'S CRAVING FOR TOUCHES

AWE <3333 I don't think I've done this already but,, if I have idc this is such a cute ask GUH <33

All sfw!!

OH MY DARLINGS <3333 this is gonna be so fun smdnsd

Reagan

OH <33 QUALITY TIME <333 we see a bit of this in Ep 4 when she just,, spends ages cozied up w/ Robo-Bryan.

She's not super touchy, praise feels kinda. uncomfortable even if she appreciates it. She really does like smb she can just,, Exist Alongside and enjoy the company of?

I don't know how to describe this other than like. Parallel Play?

Like a big thing with her is her Alone Time and personal space, so if she really cares about you?? Expect her to,, slowly incorporate you into that bubble?

Not even necessarily speaking or interacting, just,, her sitting in the same room as you while you two do different stuff. There's a certain type of intimacy that comes with just,, Being Near someone that she doesn't share with a lot of ppl.

Brett

Is all an option? just all of the above??

SMNDSMD LIKE,, damn he’s such a naturally loving guy. He will literally show his love and care and affection for you in every single way and completely new ones.

Little gifts whenever he thinks of it. He will think up dates months in advance bc he’ll think of the Perfect Spring Date and log it in his journal. He compliments you and kisses and just. adores you as often as possible. He cooks dinner often during the week, not out of obligation but just because this Golden Retriever Man love you so much that he wants to take smth off your plate. Himbo.

If i had to choose smth he likes tho,,,, BIG words of affirmation.

Even the slightest ‘Today looked like it was super rough for you’ is gonna make him. so soft. little bits of encouragement go so far with Brett Hand <3

ALSO LIKE??? he isn’t super used to ppl doing stuff for him so. Acts of service would probably fluster him out of his sweet mind.

Gigi

YEAH GIFT GIVING IS SUPER CUTE FOR GIGI WHAT CAN I SAY <333

She just. She loves spoiling you. it's so cute seeing your eyes light up like aaa <3333 she'll drop so much money on smth small that'll light up your day??

She's very 'this made me think of you',, yknow,,, <333333 smth will catch her eye and make her think of you and she'll instantly grab it. mwa.

She's,, also a super busy person. She doesn't just work in media she IS media, she's constantly dealing with some new problem somebody's created for her.

Initially I was gonna say quality time bc of this,, but tbh I'm feeling Acts of service??

Like it doesn't even have to be smth big?? Maybe having dinner for the two of you when she gets home. Drawing her a bath while she's on a call fixing some Last Minute Issue. Her coming into work early, only to realized you tidied up her desk for her before your shift <333

SHE JUST. It makes her feel so giddy inside,, that little reminder that you two are there for eachother <33 mwa.

Glenn

HONESTLY?? Words of Affirmation

Just,, little things. He isn’t the type for ‘fussing’, as he likes to put it. Compliments are just very rare little things that it makes him. feel like a schoolboy all over again.

complimenting his medals complimenting his smile compliment literally anything this man is gonna forget his own NAME I STG SMNDMSD. It throws him for such an absolute loop. 

IN TERMS OF SHOWING LOVE THO HE’S DEFINITELY AN ACTS OF SERVICE KINDA GUY.

To say he’s Gruff is an understatement. He’s very guarded overall - he also doesn’t go out of his way to help other ppl. If he’s doing something for you, it’s because he likes you.

Also like. Southern Gentleman Stuff (tm).

LIKE SUPER FARM-BOY ESQ, SOUTHERN POLITENESS THINGS? he’s more than a bit traditional so like,, opening doors for you, insisting on holding your umbrella, standing on the side of you that’s nearest to the road, etc, plus a billion others msndmsd.

Andre

OH YOU’RE SO CORRECT ABOUT. QUALITY TIME BUT,,, DEEP CONVOS??

Like as much as he adores just,, lazing about with you the stuff that gets him MUSHY is,, being able to have real convos with you.

Because come on, most people DO just see him as this fun-energetic-guy and don’t give him much thought beyond that. 

PPL FORGET HE STILL GOT HIS BACHELORS DEGREE. EVEN OUTSIDE OF THAT HE’S A VERY SMART MAN, COME ON HAVE SOME DEEP PHILOSOPHY CONVOS WITH HIM <33333

just. sitting up late at night on the roof of Cognito, relaxing and watching the stars and just. talking about everything. debating things and proposing ideas and having those Really Good Dense conversations that feel like the Communicative Equivalent of eating a Steak like. UGH <33

Myc

OH TOUCH <333 TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH <333

not even just sexual/flirty touches like. Touch in GENERAL is smth he loves. 

It gives him this perfect look into your head. he likes being able to see,,, into you,, having that intimacy and closeness. It’s such an absolute delight.

Expect,, just tentacles draped around you at any and every turn - he doesn’t care about PDA so,, he’ll gladly curl em around your shoulders, along your arm, leg - basically wherever he can reach smdnsd.

Rare love language,,, stealing your shit,,,

You came over to his place? He's gonna steal your sunglasses. Or your lipstick. Slowly you will have a little

He’s also. very clever with gifts bc he’s Attentive and Ancient. The stuff he gets you are things you’re gonna both Love and make use of for Ages <3

‘it isn’t sentimental, you brat, it’s practical. ‘ mhm sure

JR

YEAH GIFT GIVING <333 sorry he’s so obsessed w/ spoiling you

it’s very different from gigi tho - it’s less small trinkets that made him think of you, and way more ‘oh i want my lover to be so absolutely flustered by the things i give them’

LIKE HE ADORES SPENDING THOUSANDS ON YOU. It makes him happy it brings him a sense of safety to just. drop a few thousand dollars buying some insanely expensive suit or necklace or perfume for you. <3333

I feel like,,, quality time is probably also smth he cherishes. Not only is he very busy, but his line of work is always putting him under the constant thought of He Could Get Disappeared At Any Moment By The Council. Every spare moment he gets to spend with you is one he cherishes more than you could possibly understand.

Alpha-Beta

OHYEAH TOUCH FOR ALPHA-BETA <333 ABSOLUTELY. I'M OBSESSED W/ TOUCH BEING HIS LOVE LANGUAGE SMDNSM

Nothing makes him melt like touch. The closest this little bastard has gotten to gentle touches was being,, sliced in half

It's very cute bc he'll insist he 'doesn't care about things like that' and that touch means nothing to him but also. He'll so naturally gravitate to being close to you. If your hand is open he'll just subconsciously hold it. If he's still trapped in his tube, and you lean against it, he'll lean against the same part so he can feel close to you. He's painfully obvious.

I'm not sure if this would fall under quality time but like. Banter Speaking Dialogue Interaction Talk Words.

LIKE FUCK HE GOT SO FEW VISITORS IN THAT BASEMENT HE JUST WANTS,,, CONVERSATION. he craves talking and interaction and just,, connection. Talk about literally anything he doesn't care, he just loves sharing time with you.

LOVE THIS THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH <3333 MWA MWA MWA LMK IF THERE WAS SMTH ELSE YOU HAD IN MIND

[ghetsis]

I'm not gonna do the salt meme bc I think I've done it enough already lol but I am going to take the opportunity to get salty about something I've seen in past fandoms that still affects my writing today.

it can be so hard for me to write vulnerabilities for Ghetsis because I've been in so many fandoms where people would take any realistic concern as a chance to belittle the muse's strength. like "oh ur threatened by [other extremely powerful muse]? lmao lame" kind of shit. like I'm sorry, but a character whose only natural predators are literal gods and top tier supers is not exactly a pushover. like I stg it was either you're OP for having no weaknesses or a pathetic, little baby for being less than completely invincible with no in-between.

I haven't had this problem AT ALL in this fandom which is awesome! but every time I write Ghetsis not having the upper hand for a change, I still feel like someone out there is gonna throw in the "lol weak" jab.

[mrs-toohot]

Has anyone tried the Ryder route. I forgot what episode it was, but we were able to choose to go on a date with someone and I chose Ryder and they didn’t get the green light at all and then when kai came, and I declined the date with with kai . Autumn and Ryder have broken rules so I took that as a sign to take his route. He wasn’t even looking at autumn (fmc) when she told him that she was already seeing somebody and I was just wondering is he interested at all in the main character? It seems he doesn’t want an actual connection with the Fmc and he just wants to have fun, I know he’s all about Nora, but she’s with a Zayne now🤦🏽‍♀️ but now autumn is with Antoine

@longbobmckenzie I stg you need a sideblog for your THTH routes, I get all these fabulous asks and haven’t done the routes yet 😭😭😭

Ryder lovers- what’s his fucking deal??? Is a loyal Ryder route even possible?

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl He Left Behind [Part Nine]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 4732 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught. Addison’s Dress [the one Marilyn’s wearing]

Notes: I had to look up how much his tickets were and THREE FUCKIN FIFTY. stg i nearly wept real tears

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Twelve days. Twelve whole days. Mona had been back in their lives for only twelve days and Elvis was already at the end of his tether. It didn’t help that through most of the time she had been back he’d been busy recording or in meetings which meant he couldn’t keep an eye on their little ‘sessions’ of getting reacquainted. From what she had told him Addison seemed to be taking them well though he figured she might be sugar-coating it a little given she knew his feelings for her mother. Vernon and Gladys had also taken a back seat to proceedings as they appeared to be letting her make her own decisions, much to his annoyance. Every day seemed to be the same - Addison would go to school and come home insisting on doing her chores around the house before her mother would collect her and they would head out to do something together. Every evening Elvis would feel a sinking disappointment as she disappeared out the door without a second glance. He was also a little upset that she was now driving independently with her new learner’s permit under her mother’s guidance in one of his old cars.

He was in his office, going over a couple of movie scripts the Colonel had brought over earlier for him to peruse when Addison appeared at the door. He smiled and sat up properly in his chair but she didn’t move into the room, instead, she remained leaning against the door jamb watching him nervously.

‘Everything alright?’ he said. Addison nodded. Elvis chuckled, ‘what did you ruin one of my shirts again interfering with Mary’s laundry?’ ‘Hey I was trying to help,’ Addison smiled coming in to sit in the chair opposite him. ‘Yeah that’s why I had to buy a completely new one,’ he smirked. ‘Well you could do your own laundry,’ she quipped. ‘I don’t think I’d even know how to anymore,’ he smiled, shuffling the papers on his desk until the scripts were covered back over and in a neat pile. When he was done he interlaced his fingers and leant towards her and said, ‘so what is it?’ ‘What’s what?’ she asked innocently. ‘Whatever it is you came to tell me but are too frightened to,’ he said. ‘I’m not frightened of you,’ she scoffed but Elvis merely raised an eyebrow, ‘okay, okay, maybe I was a little, let’s say, nervous to ask.’ ‘What is it?’ he said suddenly intrigued. ‘Um, well,’ she said biting her lip, ‘I’m going out with my mom tonight she wants to go to Beale Street.’ ‘Aren’t you a little young to be going to Beale Street?’ he asked. ‘How old were you when you started knockin’ around there?’ she said making Elvis’s retort stop dead in its tracks. He supposed she had a point. ‘So what’s the problem?’ he said. ‘Well she wants to go to Club Handy,’ Addison said nervously. ‘And what, you want me to make a call?’ he asked. ‘Actually, she wants you to come with,’ Addison said. Elvis was shocked but recovered quickly. ‘Oh, uh, sure,’ he said, ‘I mean it’s pretty quiet on a Thursday night so we should be okay as long as you promise you ain’t gonna be falling asleep at your school desk tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t worry about me Grandpa,’ Addison said with a cheeky smile, ‘I’m young remember.’

And with that, she stood up and headed out of the room. Elvis sat back and sighed. He supposed her teasing him was only fair, he had brought up her age first, but he didn’t like the reminder that they were so different in age. He also wondered why Mona wanted him to join them. He was glad, after all he didn’t trust Mona and having Addison hanging with her on Beale Street at night did make him uneasy so he supposed it was better for him to be there. Still, he couldn’t help but feel there was something off.

Putting that uneasy feeling aside he finished up in the office and headed downstairs to join his family for dinner where he was surprised to find Addison didn’t make an appearance. When he had asked after her Mary had informed him she’d made her a sandwich to eat in her room. Once dinner was over and his parents announced their plans to watch TV with Dodger for the night Elvis informed them they’d be going out and headed upstairs to change. It took him a while to decide on what to wear. He didn’t know why as he had been to Club Handy a thousand times before and he knew the vibe it had. Nevertheless, as he picked out his black slacks, red shirt and a bomber jacket and spritzed a little cologne he felt a little nervous. Like he was getting ready for a date.

As he came down the stairs the was a knock at the door and he opened it to find Mona standing there. She looked pretty though Elvis couldn’t deny a little cheap. She smiled at him and he moved out of her way so she could come and stand in the foyer.

‘Are you ready?’ Mona said tucking her purse under her arm. ‘Addie’s just getting changed,’ he said. They stood there for a moment, in awkward silence, before Mona said, ‘I hear Club Handy is quite the place to be these days.’ ‘Yeah,’ Elvis said, ‘it’s a cool scene.’ ‘I bet. I’m glad us Goodwin girls have an expert to show us around Beale Street tonight,’ she said. Elvis intended to make a snide remark but he was forced to stop as Addison came in from the kitchen. She looked stunning. Her hair was tied up neatly, secured with a small scarf, and she was wearing a dress that whilst cute left little to the imagination. Elvis noted the way it clung to her body as if designed for her alone. He couldn’t speak, his throat suddenly too dry to form a sentence, though he didn’t need to as Mona spoke before he could.

‘I told you that was the one didn’t I?’ she said gesturing for Addison to spin around. She did, though awkwardly, a blush across her cheeks. ‘It’s just a dress,’ Addison said. ‘A beautiful one, right Elvis?’ Mona asked. Both sets of hazel eyes landed on him. ‘Stunning,’ he said before he turned quickly and grabbed his keys so they could head out. He opted to take the caddy making sure Mona was in the back and Addison was beside him as they headed towards downtown. It wasn’t too busy as they pulled into Beale Street but there were definitely enough people around to signal the weekend was coming. He parked and hopped out of the car, opening the door for Addison and then her mother so they could both climb out. Fortunately, they were admitted into the club without even a second glance which Elvis thanked his lucky stars for as he didn’t quite feel like arguing with the doorman with Addison being underage. The club was busy but they managed to find a booth in the back with a good view of the stage.

‘What do you want to drink?’ he asked as Addison slipped into one side of the booth and her mother did the same on the opposite side. ‘Soda’s fine,’ she said. ‘Oh come on Addie,’ her mother said rolling her eyes, ‘live a little.’ ‘She doesn’t have to drink if she doesn’t want to,’ Elvis said defensively. ‘I know but she doesn’t have to not either. She’s already inside she can have a drink if she wants,’ Mona said. Elvis’ jaw tightened but he didn’t say anything and instead just looked at Addison who seemed put on the spot. ‘Um, whatever you’re having,’ she said talking to Elvis. ‘Two Old Fashions it is,’ Mona said with a smile. Elvis nodded curtly and headed to the bar to order. As he walked away Addison watched him go. He looked handsome tonight though his outfit was a lot more toned down than normal, making her feel all the more out of place. If anything she was dressed like her mother which made her feel even worse. Mona didn’t waste a minute of him being gone before she spoke.

‘You look good tonight,’ she said. ‘Thanks,’ Addison said. ‘Elvis too,’ she continued, ‘don’t you think?’ ‘Yeah, I guess,’ Addison said feeling her cheeks heating up as she looked away towards the stage which was currently being set up for a performance. ‘The pair of you even match a little,’ she said, ‘his shirt, your headband…’ ‘Just a coincidence,’ Addison said dropping her gaze to where she was flipping a beer mat in between her fingers. ‘Almost like you’re a couple,’ Mona said watching Addison’s face closely, ‘you’d make a cute couple you know.’ ‘Mom,’ Addison groaned. ‘What are you trying to tell me you don’t like him even a little?’ she said raising her eyebrow. Addison glared at her mother but she didn’t seem to care as she continued, ‘oh come on Addie, you won’t melt if you admit he looks handsome.’ ‘I didn’t say he didn’t look handsome,’ Addison said snappily. Mona placed her hands up in surrender. Before Mona could tease her anymore Elvis reappeared placing three drinks on the table. He placed a glass in front of Addison and shuffled into the seat beside her.

‘Go on Addie,’ Mona said nodding at Addison as she took a swig of her own drink. Addison glanced at Elvis who was watching her with a somewhat stony silence before she took a small sip of her drink. It burned the back of her throat and she winced at the taste of orange something she detested. ‘What do you think?’ Mona said eagerly. Looking at her excited face Addison suddenly felt a wave of irritation bubbling inside her. Not only about the teasing she had been doing but also at the fact her mother couldn’t even remember something as basic as her not liking oranges. ‘It’s awful,’ she said making her mother’s face fall and Elvis smirk. ‘Oh I’m sure you’ll like it take another sip,’ Mona said recovering quickly from her dismay. ‘I’m good, you have it,’ Addison said pushing her drink forward towards her mom. ‘That’s why I asked the bartender to wait a minute and bring us over some more sodas,’ Elvis chuckled. Mona forced a cold smile at him which made his grin grow even larger not that Addison seemed to notice the cool demeanour between the pair as she said, ‘life saver.’ ‘And don’t worry, nothing with orange in it,’ he said throwing his arm behind her on the top of the booth as he looked at Mona and added, ‘she hates that.’

They chatted idly for a while after that, their conversation mostly filling time before the performers took to the stage. Once the band was in swing the club started to fill but it was mostly regulars which meant that they were largely undisturbed as most of them were acclimatised to having Elvis around. Eventually, there were enough people in the club to get a good dance floor going, something Mona insisted they both take part in much to their chagrin. Well, the pair of them probably wouldn’t have minded dancing in the club just not with Mona in tow. As the performers announced they were taking a short recess Elvis spied his chance to break from the floor and leant down to shout into Addison’s ear.

‘Want another drink?’ he asked, Addison slowed her moves and nodded clasping onto his jacket sleeve as he led her towards the bar. They didn’t make it all the way though as Mona appeared and forced her way in between them, slinging her arms around them both as she said, ‘not ditching your ol’ Mama are ya?’ ‘We were just getting another drink,’ Elvis said. ‘Ooh, make mine a double,’ she said fishing into her purse for a couple of bills as she said, ‘here Addie you get them in, my shout.’ ‘I can get them,’ Elvis said. ‘I know,’ Mona said rolling her eyes in a way not dissimilar to her daughter, ‘but you’ve bought them all night long. Besides, like any bartender’s going to turn her away in that outfit.’

And before either of them could protest she pushed Addison towards the bar and directed Elvis back towards their booth. He was glaring at her as they sat down making her roll her eyes once more, ‘oh come on stretch you’ll not crumble if the pair of you are apart for two minutes.’ ‘She’s underage in a club and you’re making her buy drinks,’ he said ignoring her little jibe. ‘Like I said that bartender isn’t going to be focused on what she’s ordering,’ Mona chuckled. ‘Maybe you should be a little more worried about what he is focusing on,’ Elvis said. ‘What like you, you mean?’ Mona said raising her eyebrow, Elvis scowled but said nothing, ‘don’t think I haven’t noticed the pair of you together. All lovey-dovey like you’re the only people in the room.’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Elvis said trying to ignore the happy little flutter inside him at the possibility she might reciprocate his feelings. ‘Sure you don’t,’ Mona said, ‘hey I don’t mind. She could do a lot worse.’ ‘Yeah she could have a track record like yours,’ Elvis said. ‘Ouch,’ Mona said cockily as she rested back against the booth folding her arms across her chest, ‘look I get it, you don’t like me yadda, yadda, yadda but this whole you hating my guts thing is getting pretty boring.’ ‘Well you know the solution,’ Elvis said, ‘you’ve done it enough times.’ ‘What? Leave? When I know my being here’s driving you crazy? Not a chance,’ she scoffed, ‘and anyway, Addie likes having me here.’ ‘Yeah ‘cause she thinks you can change,’ he said leaning forward. ‘What and you don’t think I can?’ Mona said earning nothing but a cold stare from the man across the booth, ‘oh that’s right I forgot you know everything about my daughter’s life, right? I’m just the wicked witch and you’re her knight in shining armour. Tell me this though, does she know why you care so much? Huh? Why you’ve taken an interest in lil ol’ Addie? I mean she’s coming back now how about we ask her?’

Mona turned to look towards the bar where Addison was near finishing up and raised her hand to flag her down but as she went to call her daughter’s name Elvis’ hand grabbed onto her arm pulling it down with fury flaming in his eyes. Mona smirked, ‘thought not.’ ‘Look Addie is my friend. Whatever ideas you’ve gotten in your screwed-up head are just that. Ideas,’ Elvis said. ‘If that’s the line you wanna spin have at it,’ Mona said, ‘you’re just friends, whatever.’ ‘That’s the truth,’ Elvis said. It was, technically. Regardless of how he felt they were still just friends. ‘Sure, I mean I’m sure she’ll be crushed but I’ll take her mind off of it. I mean we can start this weekend I’m sure there are lots of eligible teenagers in Nashville,’ she said. Elvis leaned forward and said, ‘what are you talking about?’ ‘This weekend,’ Mona said a self-satisfied look dawning on her as she said, ‘oh Addie didn’t tell you? We’re spending the weekend together. In Nashville. Just us girls.’ ‘But-’ Elvis said though he was cut off as Addison appeared at the table and placed three drinks down on it. ‘That took forever,’ she said going to shuffle into the booth only to find him looking at her irritably. His jaw was set and his eyes near black with anger which made a pit form in her stomach, ‘what’s going on?’ ‘Why don’t you tell me?’ he said, ‘or better yet call me when you get to Nashville and tell me.’ ‘You told him?’ Addison said turning to her mother whose smug face had turned to one of concern. ‘I thought you had,’ she said, ‘you know what I’m like, me and my big mouth.’ ‘Look I was gonna tell you,’ she said shuffling into the booth and watching him with pleading eyes. He stared at the table, fidgeting with a beer mat, so the anger bubbling away inside him didn’t spill out on Addison rather than her mother. ‘When?’ he said looking at her, ‘when you got across state?’ ‘She was going to tell you,’ Mona said receiving a glare from both of them, though Elvis’ was more severe. He could tell she was loving this and though he didn’t want to give her any more satisfaction he couldn’t remove the scowl from his face and pretend he was okay.

‘Mom, why don’t you go and dance?’ Addison said. ‘But-’ ‘Mom,’ Addison said pointedly. Mona sighed and grabbed her purse off the table. When she was definitely out of earshot Addison shuffled around so she was facing Elvis her big hazel eyes watching anxiously as he looked at her.

‘I was going to tell you. I just didn’t know how. Honestly, I don’t even know how I agreed to go,’ she said with a small chuckle which made Elvis’ jaw unclench a tad, ‘we were just talking about how I was missing school because of the shows and she started going on about how we should spend the weekend together. Telling me how perfect it was because I was already excused out of school and that I’d not be stuck hanging around whilst you’re busy workin’ or whatever.’ ‘You wouldn’t be stuck hangin’ around,’ Elvis protested. ‘Maybe…maybe not. I mean you’ve gotta work. Can’t exactly be hanging with me when you have to be on stage. I don’t know,’ she said getting quiet for a moment before she added, ‘she just has this way of talking people into stuff. It sorta made me realise how my dad could take her back so many times.’ ‘That’s what worries me,’ Elvis said watching her with concern. Addison chewed on her lip for a moment, ‘you think this trip is asking for trouble?’ ‘I think anything involving your mother is asking for trouble,’ he sighed catching Addison’s unsure gaze which made him concede a little. Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe she didn’t need to be told time and time again her mother was bad news. Maybe seeing it first hand on this trip would prove it, ‘but I have to work and I s’pose hanging around with my folks and Dodger isn’t as exciting as a weekend in Nashville so if you wanted to go I guess I’d be okay with it.’ ‘Are you sure? I mean I know you were excited about this weekend,’ she said biting her lip. Elvis nodded. Addison wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her to him, her fruity perfume filling his nostrils for a moment before she pulled back. ‘Thank you for understanding,’ she said. ‘Nah I get it,’ he said waving her off, ‘I mean this was the first time you were gonna see me perform so I can’t say I’m thrilled you’re gonna miss it but she’s your mom and you’re trying.’ ‘Are you trying to make me feel guilty?’ Addison giggled. ‘Oh for sure,’ he smirked, ‘I mean you’re gonna miss a hell of a show.’ ‘Eh, I’ve had the VIP experience,’ she shrugged. ‘Oh yeah what’s that?’ he asked. ‘I’ve heard you singing in the shower,’ she giggled. Elvis’s smirk deepened as did the fire inside him as he thought about her listening to him showering which quickly flashed into the pair of them showering. He pushed the thought away as fast as he could. ‘Well in that case you owe me $3.50,’ he chuckled. ‘It wasn’t that great, in fact, I was gonna demand a refund,’ she quipped. Elvis went to respond but stopped as Mona reappeared at the table slipping into the booth opposite them.

‘You two kissed and made up?’ she said with a knowing smile that brought bile back into his throat. ‘There was nothing to make up about,’ Addison said, ‘apart from you and your big mouth.’ ‘You know me, sweetheart. I don’t do things by half measures,’ she said. ‘Well anyway,’ Addison said, ‘we talked it over and it’s fixed.’ ‘So you’re coming with me?’ Mona said. ‘I must be mad but yeah,’ Addison said. ‘Excellent,’ Mona smiled, ‘I’m sure we’ll have a great time. So much to catch up on.’

Addison didn’t seem to catch her meaning as she started talking about things she wanted to do in Nashville but Elvis was only half listening to her. His eyes remained fixed on Mona who leaned back against the booth and took a swig of her drink, smirking at him throughout. Doubt settled inside him as he watched her. He had agreed to this thinking that it would scupper Mona. Now he was worried about the nonsense she’d fill her daughter’s head with given the chance. Or worse that she’d out his true feelings and Addison would see him for the lovesick puppy he was.

They didn’t stay long after that. The band had not finished playing but the mood had certainly shifted, enough for the three of them to decide it was time to leave. As Elvis drove home he mulled over Mona’s words analysing and scrutinising them as much as he could. It had worried him at first. Especially given the fact she had teased him about how he felt, but more than that he hadn’t failed to notice how she had made it seem reciprocated. His mind played her words back to him over and over, ‘All lovey-dovey like you’re the only people in the room,’ like if he did it enough it would be true. He kept glancing over at her. She wasn’t looking at him as she was staring out the window, her yawns becoming more frequent as tiredness crept in. He yearned to know what was going on in that head of hers. He wanted to know if she was feeling like he was. He hoped she was, but he didn’t trust Mona. He didn’t trust that her words might just be lies to get him to make a fool of himself. He didn’t trust that she wasn’t working some sort of angle.

In fact, he was immensely relieved to get rid of her not even bothering to say goodbye as he pulled up outside the apartment block across the way from Graceland. As she disappeared into the building headed towards the apartment he had on permanent rent and was letting her stay in Addison seemed to come to life. As they drove back around to the house she spoke, the silence from earlier long forgotten.

‘I had a nice night tonight,’ she said. ‘Yeah me too,’ Elvis said. It wasn’t technically a lie considering the only downside to his night was the fact her mother was there. His night with her had been nice. ‘That woman’s voice was amazing, what’s her name,’ she said tapping her fingers together as if it would jog her memory. ‘Big Mama Thornton?’ Elvis said. Addison nodded, ‘yeah she’s great. Got a good ear for new talent too.’ ‘Maybe I’ll sing for her then,’ Addison giggled. They were pulling into Graceland now which meant Elvis didn’t have to pay much attention to where he was going and looked towards her puzzled. ‘You got something you wanna tell me?’ he chuckled. ‘Hey, you aren’t the only person around here that can sing,’ she grinned. ‘Is that right?’ ‘Are you forgetting the amount of shows I made you put on with me?’ she chuckled. ‘Oh yeah,’ he said recalling the endless amount of hours she’d have him learning a new song on his guitar just so she could sing to her dad, ‘if anything I was your backing band.’ ‘As it should be,’ she giggled. Elvis had stopped the car now and cut the engine though neither of them seemed to be in any rush to jump out and head inside. ‘See, and I was just going to offer to introduce you next time,’ he said, ‘but now I can see that’s only asking for trouble.’ ‘If I promise not to usurp your career will you please introduce me?’ Addison mused. Elvis paused to pretend to think scratching his chin and pursing his lips a little before Addison swiped at his hand knocking it off his face, ‘sweeten the deal Goodwin and maybe.’ ‘Okay how about next time we go I promise my mom won’t be invited,’ she grinned. ‘Deal,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘I mean don’t get me wrong I enjoyed myself but I don’t really understand why she asked me.’ ‘Actually, it wasn’t her idea,’ Addison said making Elvis look at her, ‘I wanted you to come.’ ‘Why didn’t you just ask?’ he said puzzled. ‘I don’t know,’ she shrugged, ‘I guess when she suggested we go to Beale Street I thought of you. I mean you’ve told me about the club and everything… I guess I just wanted my first time to be with you.’ ‘She didn’t mind?’ Elvis said trying to ignore the fact his heart was swelling a little at the fact she’d wanted him there. That he was on her mind even when they weren’t together. ‘I didn’t give her chance to,’ Addison said honestly continuing as he looked puzzled, ‘I sorta made it seem like your folks wouldn’t let me go…that way she couldn’t disagree.’ ‘And then you told me she’d invited me my, my, Miss Goodwin what a tangled web you weave,’ he chuckled. ‘It got me what I wanted didn’t it?’ she smirked as she unlocked the door and climbed out of the car with Elvis following her quickly.

‘You know,’ Elvis said as they walked inside, ‘with ruthlessness like that you’d go far in Hollywood.’ ‘You think? If only I knew someone with any clout there,’ she jibed. Elvis clutched his heart. ‘You really are just full of zingers tonight aren’t ya,’ he said. They were inside now, outside her bedroom, each of them resting against the door jamb as they looked at one another. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t be such an easy target,’ she said with a smirk leaning up a little. He could smell that fruity perfume once again and he mistakenly glanced down, reminding himself once more of how sultry she looked in that dress. She was looking at him awaiting a response her eyes wide and expectant as a ghost of a smirk still played out on her lips. He wanted to kiss her. More than he ever had before, spurred on by Mona’s words in his head. He swallowed thickly and pulled back missing the flicker of dejection in Addison’s eyes as he walked a few feet away.

‘Target practice is over,’ he joked though there wasn’t as much bant in it as normal, ‘I should let you get to bed.’ ‘Yeah, oh, I forgot to ask. I sort of need to borrow a car,’ she said hurrying to explain as he looked at her confused, ‘for Nashville. I mean I’ll take good care of it and I promise I won’t let my mom drive-’ ‘Sure, whatever,’ he nodded, ‘how about we sort this out in the morning?’ ‘Okay,’ Addison said quietly, ‘night then.’ ‘Yeah night,’ he said quickly and before she was inside her room he was out of sight practically sprinting upstairs to his room. He couldn’t think straight. Every time he tried to string a coherent thought together his mind went back to the way she looked at him just moments ago. He stripped out of his clothes and hopped in the shower, turning it to freezing as he tried to calm himself down. It didn’t work though. And soon enough the thought of her in front of him in that dress and the thought of her listening to him in the shower like she’d mentioned melded into one. And every inappropriate thought he’d ever had about his best friend came crashing to the front of his mind spurring him on until he was overrun with pleasure that soon washed down the drain.

[whumpwillow]

Show us that Eli essay 👀

Written in October, 2018 at the time of reading Vengeful, by VE Schwab

SPOILERS also this gets long

again, v.e. schwab, what the fuck she went hard on him & the whumping, like almost as much as with Holland -- which was a lot. it was kinda to the point where it was like, "okay, you're just doing this to cause him more pain," & I can relate to that honestly. I've done that in whump fic. But like -- I was so shook when I found out what Dr. Haverty did to him for a year like damn I have written & read whump & never thought of that! It was so gruesome but it was still plausible & fit well with the narrative -- also it was really satisfying to see Eli being tortured & I felt bad at first because I didn't feel bad for him, but then Schwab got into the backstory a little more & I was like, okay, maybe I feel a little bad. a tiny, miniscule amount. I think she was a little tryna get us to feel bad for him but also not too much, so it wasn't annoying which was great, it was done really well cuz Eli still kept his douchey attitude & mindset (& is really fucking stupid while being smart at the same time). But yea, Eli was being hurt a lot (honestly VE Schwab! so gruesome -- I love it) but he was still dumb, like, "ah yes I have to hunt down all the EO's!" yet he would say shit like, "An EO isn't just the product of their catalyst. They are the circumstances, but also the psyche." (pg 183) & I stg I almost threw something. He makes me so mad because he says shit like this but doesn't realize it! Boi -- listen to yourself! He says that EO's are the product of the person they were before, yet believes they're all evil because they've come back from the dead without souls. He doesn't see that Victor was evil before he died, he was a sociopath, (still is) but its his original psyche (although he was less homicidal before) & Victor is one of the main reasons Eli believes EO's are evil

addendum: These were 2018 thoughts and I've since discussed a theory in which Eli knows that Victor was evil and that becoming an EO isn't the cause for someone to become evil, but Eli made up this whole justification that turning into an EO makes someone "unholy" and that that is what turned Victor into a "monster" because he literally just did not want to see Victor as a bad person. which is really sad but makes sense with his character because he's obsessed with seeing himself as a good person and justifying his actions and rationalizing everything to fit with his own distorted narrative of events

But that's because Victor killed Angie & tried to kill him [Eli]. Victor was fucking psycho beforehand (although I do remember Victor dragging the knife along the wall as he was going up to Eli & I'm like wow. you are actually the living embodiment of a horror movie. that, along with his black clothes & white hair & him just casually talking on the phone while someone is tryna kill him -- boi. he's so extra) so Eli should realize that! The EO thing brought out what was latent in him (same with Eli, that's why he says he feels different) but it didn't create the evil in him. it was already there. I think it's both a form of denial & cognitive dissonance because even if in Vengeance, he's acknowledged he's a monster (whereas in Vicious he thought he was the only good EO. like all other EO's were bad except him & it was his duty to get rid of them, but it was really just a projection of his own self-loathing because he felt that he was wrong & soulless & an abomination. In Vengeful, he's acknowledged that all EO's, including himself, are evil & that he's not an exception anymore, yet still a denial. He's saying he's a monster because he's an EO, not that he's a monster for its own sake. It's still disconnect -- "I am not wrong, it was what happened to me that made me this way." because he doesn't want to believe that he was inherently evil or soulless to begin with (which connects to his backstory, now that I know most of it, where his father said he had the devil in him & that there was darkness in his eyes, so he would beat Eli for being wicked. & Eli didn't know what he had done wrong, but started to believe his father's words. There was a really heartbreaking quote that summed it up nicely. "Eli didn't know how he was broken, but he wanted to be healed. He wanted to be saved." (pg. 152) Anyway, back to what I was saying about denial and disconnect. He blames his & Victor's & Serena's evil nature on not their nature but on them having lost their souls when they became EO's because he doesn't want to think of himself as inherently evil, or wrong, like he was made to feel by people in his life (& not just his father). That's where the cognitive dissonance comes in too. He has to believe that Victor & Serena were evil once they became EO's, even though he never knew Serena before, & Victor is very clearly strange, if not outright sociopathic, because if he acknowledges that Victor was not right in the head beforehand, it would lead to a dissonance, because if Victor was evil before, that couldn't mean Eli only became evil after, so he resolves that become become evil after they become an EO

addendum: to add to this, it could also be about how he loved Victor and did not want to believe he was evil, for its own sake (rather than his own self justifications of his own moral standing)

Eli's psyche is literally my favorite thing. There's so much there (I almost said "to dissect" but then I was like, "oof bad choice of words," lol) but he's such a complex character -- my gosh. There's so much to write about. I'm loving it. But yea, I don't think I mentioned what happened to Eli at the hands of Dr. Haverty. And lemme tell ya -- hoo boy. I thought Eli would be getting beat up in prison -- I never expected this.

There's more but I got tired and there's so many more pages aaaaaa

[cat3ch1sm]

🌱| stg y'all need to start harassing me to post the last part of the chrollo x reader smh

🌵| anyways here's my first shalnark x fem!reader smut??? idk randomly simping for him rn

(tws: slight non con, bondage, overstimulation, kidnapping

Gasping, you jolted awake with a start, eyes wide and lips parted, wheezing for breath. You'd been knocked out when your assailant had attacked you and brought you to the dank, damp place you were in now. As a matter of fact, you head still throbbed painfully from the blow, and in an attempt to soothe the ache, you tried to bring a hand to your head- but found you were unable to move.

A sinister sense of danger began to fall over you like a cloud of fog as you realized your arms were tied right above your head, rendering a large portion of your upper body immobile. However, your legs were not bound- but with your body pinned against the cold stone wall, that wouldn't do you much good. Frantically, you tried to remember what had happened before the attack- what you'd been doing, when you'd been jumped, what your attacker looked like- but you couldn't recall a single clue. Had you really been hit so badly that you couldn't remember anything before you woke up?

You were painfully aware that you'd been stripped down at some point to only your bra and underwear, the chilly breeze making your skin tense up. Where it was coming from, you didn't know- but you knew it would be unproductive to sit there and panic, which you really wanted to do. Perhaps if you followed the direction of the breeze after somehow breaking from the ropes tying your wrists above your head, you'd discover an opening to outside, where you could run for help. If you were to leave this place in one piece, you would have to somehow quell the cacophony of questions in your head and put aside whatever urges you had to pull something stupid out of fearful desperation.

However, you were forced to toss aside any plans of escape after you heard footsteps echo from some unknown place, the sound growing closer and closer. Breathing shakily, you tried to act as if you'd just woken up, biting the insides of your cheeks in an effort not to panic.

Finally, the owner of the footsteps entered from a door you couldn't quite see in your position- and you braced yourself for a large, burly man with a body full of tattoos and a shaggy beard a mile long. But you were met with a surprise when the man who walked in was of moderate bulk, tattoo-less as far as you could see, and had short blonde hair. Still, his less t

-than-intimidating appearance did nothing to calm your racing heartbeat as you struggled to keep your breathing under control.

"So you've finally woken up!" the man remarked cheerfully, and you began to feel confused. His tone seemed far too jovial for someone who'd managed to tie you up and strip you without rousing you. "Wow, I'm glad I got to you before Uvo did... you're really pretty! He would have done a way worse job of tying you up without bruising you." His hands rested on his hips, a bright smile on his lips and the antenna of a hidden device peeking out the pocket of his lavender pants. Your expression remained stoic and you stayed silent, watching the man quietly.

"Oh-" the man smacked himself in the forehead, as if he'd forgotten something he obviously should have remembered. "I almost forgot to introduce myself! I'm Shalnark, by the way." He began to walk towards you, and still on edge, you bent your body as best as you could to shy away from him as he approached you.

"Don't be so shy." Shalnark chuckled a little patronizingly, smiling cordially down at you. "I already know your name."

You didn't respond and instead narrowed your eyes, dropping your gaze to the ground to avoid his own eyes. Shalnark frowned at your reaction at first, seeming displeased, but abruptly smirked and cocked his head at you before lifting a hand and running his fingertips down your exposed ribs, making you emit an involuntary whimper at the light sensation and arch your waist away from his hand.

"Ha! How cute- you're ticklish." Shalnark noted, sounding amused, and your face heated up with resent. "That's something I wasn't aware of."

"What do you want?" you asked bitterly, deciding to just come out with it. You were frightened and shivering and all Shalnark wanted to do was mess around, which you were in no mood for.

"Oh- she speaks!" Shalnark commented playfully with another laugh, his hand resting on the side of your waist. "Long story short, I know you're a Mafia associate with information I need on the Yorknew Auction. So, you mind telling me where the merchandise is? I'd really appreciate it."

You made a frustrated sound through your teeth- of course that was what this was. This wasn't the first attempt someone had made on you- you'd been attacked left and right by ordinary criminals looking to get in on something they were nowhere near high up enough for. But you'd managed to evade all of them- what about this man had let him get to you? Who was he? What did he want with the upcoming auction? Did he truly think himself worthy of being in attendance?

Despite the questions flooding your head, you remained silent, thinking it was the best thing to do- and when Shalnark did not repeat the question, you thought your strategy had worked. But when you glanced back up, Shalnark was right in front of your face- and you gasped in surprise, the tip of his slender nose coming dangerously close to brushing yours. Eyes widening, you withdrew as best as you could, your cheeks flushing slightly. This maniac had kidnapped you and stripped you down to nothing but your underwear- but something about him made your knees wobbly.

He chuckled lightly at your flustered expression. "I'd guessed you'd do that," Shalnark told you nonchalantly, not seeming irritated with you in the slightest, which only served to perplex you even more. "But, unfortunately, I really do need answers, Y/N."

"Look for them elsewhere" was your venomous reply, your face contorted into a half-hearted scowl as you tried to keep your courage intact; truth be told, you were a little worried about the consequences of your defiance.

Shalnark only arched a brow at you and got down on his knees between your legs. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to force it out of you." His tone wasn't nearly as bright as it was before, and now one of his hands was wrapped tightly around your inner thigh, the other not visible to you from your perspective. Despite the fact that your legs weren't bound, you couldn't move; Shalnark's hand had your leg in such a grip that you couldn't move an inch.

"Shalnark-" The blonde man looked up at the sound of his name "-let me go." His hands in between your legs was making you increasingly nervous, and you didn't have much choice but to try and convince him to release you. However, this did not work, and Shalnark deftly reached up and pulled your panties all the way down, exposing your sex and making you gasp.

"I'll consider it," Shalnark said, voice low- "but how about you give me a little something in return?"

You opened your mouth to try and stall further- but you were interrupted by the sudden, dull buzz of something vibrating. Squinting to see what the thing was in Shalnark's hand, he moved it in between your legs before you could make it out fully, and soon he had it resting on your clit; the feeling that followed making you one hundred percent sure of what it was.

"Fuck-" You swore out loud, instantly beginning to try and wrench your hips from the toy's touch- so this was how he intended to torture you.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Shalnark asked, his tone back to normal, which somehow made it more insulting. "I can already tell you probably won't hold out that long."

Face burning, you glared beseechingly down at Shalnark, who now had his free hand on your stomach to keep you from moving so much. "Y- you're wrong. I'm not going to tell you anything. What makes you think you're even worthy of going?"

Shalnark looked almost shocked for a second, his expression turning totally blank. Then, he laughed out loud.

"What? No wonder you were so easy to capture," he chuckled, pressing the vibrator down on your clit and making you emit a choked groan. "You're telling me you don't know who I am?"

"Why would I?" you questioned, voice trembling. Damn, the vibrator was really starting to get to you- bastard. "You really don't s- seem all that impressive."

"Ah, ah, ah- insolence will get you nowhere," Shalnark reminded you brightly, and dipped his head in between your thighs, letting his tongue slide up and down your folds once before straightening back up. You let out the quietest moan you could manage, your legs writhing against each other. "I can do this all day- but can you?"

"Oh, don't worry about me," you reassured Shalnark sarcastically through your teeth. "I'll be alright."

"Great! Because I don't plan on stopping until I get the answers I want. And I'm sure it'll be lots of fun watching you come over and over again. Don't worry, it shouldn't be very long before you're so overstimulated that you have no choice."

Your eyes widened; you hadn't expected him to say something like that. Shalnark only tilted his head and shot you a bright smile, making you frown and avert your gaze.

"Come on, I know you know," Shalnark cooed in a mockingly childish tone as he maneuvered the vibrator in quick circles on your clit, his hand resting on your stomach and feeling it rise and fall at a steadily increasing pace. Your resolve was beginning to fall apart and your body was turning against you as you felt the beginnings of your first orgasm start to build. Not wanting to give Shalnark the satisfaction of seeing you come, you thrashed your legs against the wall to try and get away from the vibrator- and for a second, you actually managed to break free from Shalnark's hold.

"Whoa!" Shalnark quickly forced your legs back into place and glanced up at your squirming figure in surprise. "Wow, you actually managed to get away from me there!" He seemed actually impressed, and you only stared back at him in defiance and some confusion.

"Well, don't worry- it won't happen again," Shalnark assured you cheerfully. "But I can't have you trying to escape again- so you're gonna have to get a little punishment." Shalnark, still holding you down, turned up the setting on the vibrator, the buzzing sound growing louder as a strangled moan escaped your mouth. "There we go! You should be pretty close to coming now, hm?"

yeah so i left this kinda unfinished??? but it was running a little long anyway so wtv

i hope u enjoyed<33

[cellsshapedlikestars]

while bridgerton is classic regency romance, i’m also really partial to mary balogh. her westcott, bedwyn, and survivor’s club series are all really good

I'll admit, I've only read one Bridgerton book. I mostly liked it until the end when she tried to deal with trauma and it felt very clunky and poorly done. It was the second book, with Kate & Anthony, who I... didn't hate like I did in the show 😂

Funnily enough, Mary Balogh wrote the book I just finished. Someone to Love from The Wescott series, and you know what. I actually NEED to talk about this book so I'm using this golden opportunity to ramble and I'm sorry.

I'm gonna preface by saying that besides these two points, I very much enjoyed the plot and was very engaged by it

Let's get this out of the way first: very often I come across issues in romance books where something makes me real uncomfortable. In this one, it was the main dude finding some mystical Chinese man to teach him kung fu and make him all powerful or whatever. Like... YIKES. And this was published in 2016

Now that that's out of the way, the thing I REALLY need to talk about (though much less serious/important).

So the main guy's whole thing is that he's small? Like he gets teased as a kid for looking like a girl and he's weak, blah bah blah. And that doesn't magically go away with some growth spurt, which is kind of nice! I appreciate what the author was trying to do, the male love interest doesn't have to be crazy tall & built to be sexy. Great message! But I think she just... overdid it or something? She just talks about how small he is CONSTANTLY (he's still taller than the female protagonist, so I think this is maybe why it sticks out so much? It's always from the female's POV saying how small he is (but don't worry, he's sexily lean & powerful with his kung fu muscles)). She makes mention of it in seemingly every paragraph as we lead up to the sex scene (which was disappointing and boring and awkward, I have been ruined by fanfic smut). The female protagonist is also described by the man as very stiff/proper/no frills/etc. So by the time we get to the already awkward sex scene, all I can picture is Lord Farquaad with Jaime Lannister hair trying to sensually fuck this girl who just LAYS THERE stiff as a board, and I lost my actual shit and laughed my way through the wedding night scene

*to be fair to this book, I take medical marijuana every night to help me sleep and it uh really does make everything funnier & more ridiculous. some of my best fic ideas & my most rambling tumblr posts are because of it (like now!)

**sorry to anyone who was into show Anthony Bridgerton but dear god was he a misogynistic ass and I stg that actor took the Joey Tribbiani school of smell the fart acting. no I will not be taking any notes

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

For the 6900 followers request: a yandere Salarian, and can be any named Salarian character from ME or one created by you. I'm curious about your take on this since Salarians are considered more logical than humans.

Decided to go with the only name Salarian I think could go yandere, since like you said they're a bit too logical and pragmatic to let their emotions get to them: Maelon, former apprentice of Mordin Solus! He's already done dark shit for what he believes is the right thing, and I think he could develop something a bit too strong for a Darling. This was a fun challenge to write, so thank you anon!

I think that Maelon would develop a fixation on a Darling that was very altruistic, kind, empathetic. It's something that Salarians tend to lack and after what happened with the Krogan, he'd grow to appreciate those qualities in others a lot more. Honestly all it'd take is someone showing a little bit of kindness and going out of their way to help him, or maybe overhearing them talk sympathetically towards the Krogan for him to get smitten.

Maelon is a yandere Salarian, but a Salarian nonetheless. So he justifies his obsession: he's attracted to them because they're so unlike his own people in the best way possible (their empathy, kindness, altruism). He's only watching over them because he cares about them and knows they're much easier to deceive--humans are much more naive and trusting than Salarians, after all. His family may pester him to arrange a breeding contract, but he's avoided their calls even before he wound up taking care of Mordin's clinic on Omega.

And if they're on Omega, he rationalizes his obsession even more. Someone that gentle and naive on Omega NEEDS someone like him to make sure they're safe. He'll offer to let them stay in his home by the clinic so they're safe while they're in Omega, and he'd work out a deal with Aria to make sure Darling isn't targeted by anyone. Mordin's successor wants Darling off-limits, and Aria's willing to make that deal; though she does use Darling as a potential bargaining chip when she needs something from Maelon.

Eventually the obsession builds and builds, so he justifies taking them for himself in a few ways. He can't focus on his work while he's pining for them and worrying about where they might be; they owe him for looking out for them so far; if they're gonna be on Omega then they're safest with him.

Sex between a Salarian and a human (or hell, any non-Salarian that isn't an Asari) is practically unheard of, but Maelon knows a lot about human anatomy. Salarian females lay eggs and are similar to reptiles in how they mate, so Darling is in for...an experience. Two hemipenises, a biological drive to cum inside in order to fertilize said eggs, and given their metabolism they fuck/cum repeatedly and quickly during a mating session.

Given Maelon hasn't ever had a breeding contract, he's never fucked anything besides his own hand or a "stress relief" device developed by the finest Salarians in the sex toy industry. But even he can tell that human pussy hits different, and that first night he's with them he's so overwhelmed and shaking like he just took a shot of adrenaline for an all-nighter. Salarians also aren't very cuddly, even towards mates, but Maelon isn't like many Salarians lol. He tends to cling to Darling while he sleeps, especially when he's having a nightmare.

His skills as a former STG member means he can easily kidnap, subdue, restrain, and manipulate his Darling. He'd rather not, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Even with his small frame, he can still drug their drinks and food or keep them under surveillance with hidden cameras, trackers, etc. It's so easy that stalking them almost feels like a relaxing hobby to him, like a zen garden he tends to by watching them when they think they're alone.

[eggbertith]

Season 4 wasn't great. I've LOVED every other season but for this one the characters were off, the jokes fell flat (if I hear one more fart joke I stg) and the huge time skip wasn't great either.

The whole season feels like they could have condensed it down to 2 episodes but they decided to add a million characters and plot lines that didn't matter.

Idk. It looks like they overworked the batter and the fluffy pancake we were promised is now flatter than a witch's tit.

I mean, still technically a pancake. So I'm not mad, just disappointed.

disclaimer: i LOVE the dragon prince, i loved seasons 1-3 and i enjoyed season 4. here's the deal, season 4 is a fun season and i enjoyed watching it. i do think, however, that the writing got a mediocre a little too often for it to be worth the 3-year wait. if you disagree with me, i am more than open to hear thoughts and counterarguments. seriously. i think discussion is healthy and it's something i actually really enjoy because i like talking. also, i'm way too tired to have people yelling at me/to yell at other people with a different opinion than me...i am a college student and i am already dying so please, be respectful. i am not trying to actively insult anyone who liked season 4 and i am also not vehemently hating on the show [criticisim != hate] i'm more than happy for the people who enjoyed the season and i really do like to hear thoughts. with that out of the way, hello anon, here's a wall of unorganized text that attempts to convey my feelings overall

since i am an actual child, i laughed at the jokes but that's beside the point. i get where people are coming from when they say they were poorly timed and/or didn't land well

but on the topic of jokes, season 4 had me laughing at a lot of things i....shouldn't have been laughing at. and honestly, it makes me feel like an asshole lol but i'm sorry some of the more emotional or intense scenes are just really goofy with the way they were executed and yes, if someone wants me to, i can go in depth with this, but for the purpose of this ask (especially since it wasn't focused on the humor in the first place) i won't give my thoughts here

i'm going to be very blunt: tdp has kind of backed itself into a corner if there isn't a twist or some sort of major consequence for rayla leaving. if rayla leaves for 2 years and nothing comes from it other than relationship drama, that's a bit yikes. i'm not saying that everything should have been resolved this season, but the show doesn't even try to tell the audience that something bigger may be happening. if there IS a bigger consequence, the show doesn't properly hint at it/set it up, and THATS where the issue is. when it gives us nearly nothing to speculate off of, we have no idea where her character or the story is going. <- this is not a catalyst for mystery, it's frustrating because everyone (especially rayla) feels out of character and for what

also, this is a nitpick, but callum letting rayla go after viren in episode 9 was not earned.

anyways, the season had to reintroduce us to the characters that we haven't seen for 3 years, and it has to inform everyone about the 2-year time skip. the time skip, in my opinion, was not done well. time skips are used to grow up the characters and introduce new characters, environments, and potential plot points for the rest of the story that is being told. the dragon prince does not do this very well. yes, there are new characters, but they aren't even necessarily relevant for the rest of the story, so it feels like wasted time. the candle woman and the n'than dude show up and then drop off of the face of the earth never to be seen again. terry is fine, but i do think it's a bit odd to give claudia, someone who has gone off the deep end, a really goofy and lighthearted boyfriend (he's just there to keep her morality in check a little bit, i.e. giving rayla the coins). i think overall, a lot of things happen in season 4, but it feels like a very small portion of said things actually set up for the future.

i've been avoiding bringing this up, mostly because i'm lazy and i don't want to find exact quotes from the show, but i'll bite. the writing for seasons 1-3 felt authentic and natural. the writing in season 4 felt so on-the-nose, shallow, and almost preachy.

"i was impressed with your vision for using the dragon queen's visit as a catalyst for growing trust and peace across the continent"

"they might be at first. but it will change when they meet her"

^ ezran says this and yup, that's enough on that topic, no need to explore it further. i think the writing overall was just so lackluster and forced compared to previous seasons. again, i could elaborate on this but i've gone on for long enough in this post so if someone wants me to just ask...might take a really long time for me to respond though getting my thoughts in order takes forever.