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Hello there, so I haven't seen a lot of your works but for what I've seen I really like it! I was wondering how would be Armin's reaction to an s/o who's even more skilled at manipulating people than he is?
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Thank you for the request! I’m sorry this took me a while to write (I came down with a horrible cold), but I hope you’re having a lovely day as well!
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ᵔᴥᵔ Armin values your intelligence. Whether or not you believe you’re smart, he appreciates your insight, open-mindedness, awareness, understanding, and things alike, so he is obviously very impressed that you’re able to read people well and have them right where you want them, listening to the controlling words that smoothly roll off of your tongue and manipulating them with that seemingly innocent glimmer in your eye.
ᵔᴥᵔ Though Armin knows you’re intelligent, he thinks your manipulation works well only because you’re so cute.
ᵔᴥᵔ Look at you, so cute, right? Your mature stature, seemingly friendly nature, wide smile, kind eyes, and a soft voice you only use on others you’re manipulating. It’s enough to fool anyone as it hides your sly nature.
ᵔᴥᵔ And he’s honestly fine with you manipulating playing little jokes on your friends… like when you convinced Mikasa to give you her last piece of bread because you were just feeling so faint, your bones so feeble after you fell off and got trampled by your horse on the last mission. Of course, Mikasa can’t ignore the sadness in your eyes, the way you grab your head and say that you feel so lightheaded, the way you limp up to her to start a conversation, so obviously, she can’t deny you her last piece.
ᵔᴥᵔ Armin watches the whole situation take place and is just bewildered because how did you get someone as quiet and rigid as Mikasa to give you her last piece of food? It never worked when he did it, and he is demanding that you give him some tips.
ᵔᴥᵔ Armin also likes to have a little fun with your skills, and occasionally, you guys will tag-team a manipulation situation to have some laughs.
ᵔᴥᵔ Prepare for trouble and make it double:
ᵔᴥᵔ One time, you tried to convince Sasha that she was technically a cannibal because potatoes alarmingly share so much DNA with humans.
ᵔᴥᵔ “Sasha, look, I didn’t really want to have to tell you this, but you’re behavior is really concerning me,” you said with raised brows and a hushed tone. “The way you’re obsessed with potatoes… don’t you know that potatoes and humans share similar DNA? You’re like a cannibal. It’s frightening!” you exclaimed, shuddering and shaking your head.
ᵔᴥᵔ Sasha erupts with laughter, her mouth full of food. “Yeah right,” she snickers.
ᵔᴥᵔ Armin chimes in. “Y/n is serious, Sasha. That’s why we don’t talk with you as much anymore… I mean, we even call you the potato titan…” he trails off. And there it is. The final button has been pushed as you both walk away, giving disturbed looks to Sasha and exchanging wide grins with one another in secret, interlocking hands. For a while, neither of you saw Sasha eat a potato.
ᵔᴥᵔ Everyone views you two as a power couple. Unbelievably compelling, heroes of humanity, a force to be reckoned with, people who do what they need to and always succeed with the best possible outcome. No one doubts you two, and threats should fear you. You each can’t deny what an honor it is being with one another and working together, especially Armin who is in awe of your fervor and strength, who blushes at your beauty, and whose heart still skips a beat when you grab his hand - (but you do this because you know it makes him feel mushy on the inside). It’s funny, really, the intense atmosphere you bring to the branch, but on the inside, you two are softies who are taking up responsibilities and doing what you are lethally and dangerously good at.
ᵔᴥᵔ You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a “bad person,” but you can’t deny the fact that you love being a little smarter and more manipulative than Armin Arlert because that means you always have him under you - under your control right at the tips of your fingers. Not in a bad way of course… you just love the way that he would do anything for you, that he does whatever you ask, and makes time for you always. And of course you would do anything for him, but can’t you imagine all the things you could make him do for you or to you? Making him only want you and need you? Making him suffocate himself inside your warmth, him being so strong yet so dependent on you?
ᵔᴥᵔ Armin is maybe a tad bit jealous that you can manipulate quicker, easier, and better, but he knows he is better at strategy than you, and he is just lucky that 1. someone can take some pressure off of him. 2. is in the presence of someone so smart, witty… someone that he can learn from, gain knowledge and experience from, and someone that he can have intelligent conversations with, exchange clever jokes with, etc.
ᵔᴥᵔ However, he is a little concerned:
ᵔᴥᵔ Though Armin is strategic, powerful, and extremely useful, he is a gentleman who just happened to get caught up in a terribly hard situation. He had to put his values, dreams, and humanity aside in order to protect others, in order to manipulate enemies… This was very hard for him to do, so he is a bit concerned how you find it so easy to just ‘turn on’ your manipulation mode and are able to control people’s actions so easily and without guilt. Of course he knows you wouldn’t do anything bad, but it frightens him a little that you're this good.
ᵔᴥᵔ Armin also deals with a lot of self-doubt after being bullied and being viewed as weak and useless amongst other things, continuously having to prove himself to others who constantly overlooked his worth. He knows his worth now; he knows he is smart and cunning… but with you being so dangerously clever - a whole other level above him - he can’t deny that he is self-conscious, that he sometimes quivers out of fear and anxiety when he is in your presence. You are so good at what you do - a natural. It’s so easy for you, and he worries that he will have to yet again prove himself to others since you're the "person to go to" now.
ᵔᴥᵔ Armin trusts you - of course he does - but with feeling so weak in your presence, he can’t deny he is a little scared of you using your power over him. What if you’re just using him? As a joke? For personal gain? To get information? These thoughts run through his mind as his heart fills with insecurity.
ᵔᴥᵔ However, Armin is smart too, and he knows that someone who is a better manipulator than he is wouldn’t share their weaknesses with him, wouldn’t share their hilariously embarrassing stories with him, or their fears, dreams, doubts. He trusts your reassurances because even though you’re a master manipulator, he knows who you really are. He knows that when you’re hungry, you become agitated by the slightest sounds because your head hurts so badly, or when you’re anxious, you tend to bite the skin on your lips. He knows that your legs get shaky when you have to tend to the horses at night because you’re secretly afraid of the dark, and he knows how hard it is for you to suppress your laughter when talking to Captain Levi because he is just a little shorter than you. Armin knows you’re a badass - a devious and scheming one at that - and yeah, he can’t deny that you’re the most powerful person he’s met - but when you two are cuddling together in his small bed at night, candles lit, breathing softly, he knows it’s the real you because you’re the one who goes to him for reassurance.
ᵔᴥᵔ You’re both clinging softly to one another, Armin resting his chin on top of your head and giving you forehead kisses while you’re buried into his warm, muscular chest, taking in the distant noises of his heart beats.
“Do you think I convinced him to kill the rest of his team?” you asked, concerned.
“Of course you did, baby, didn’t you see the look on his face?” He reassures you, blue eyes lighting up, and laughing that you’d even ask a stupid question like that. Of course you convinced him… because that’s what you always do.
“Haha, yeah you’re right. He did look pretty pathetic,” you both erupt into hearty laughter. You rest easy, feeling accomplished knowing that you held back a dangerous threat yet again… and Armin takes a deep breath, feeling proud of his robust, intelligent, and manipulative partner, feeling lucky as he gets to sleep beside one of the most powerful minds in the world.
Who’s your favorite character of all time to write for?
*willy tybur voice*: EREN YEAGERRRR.
i love eren, i really do. i've enjoyed the person who he's become, and all his little psychopathic and endearing tendencies. that said, i am not the happiest about his character dev in Attack on Titan manga. i don't really wanna get into but the ending of AOT made me feel really...bleh.
i wont get into it but writing eren helps keep my love alive for him. i
things manipulator!armin would say to you...
TW: dark content, unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulation. degrading
"No, I'm not gaslighting you. You're using that word without even really knowing what it means. No, this isn't gaslighting either, you're just parroting words you hear your friends say because you aren't capable of critical thinking."
"Of course, I think you're smart. That's what attracted me to you in the first place but come on honey, let's be realistic. You're behind on coursework, and even the simplest things are starting to seem difficult to you. It's not your fault but...maybe school isn't really the best option right now?"
"Do you really think you're ready for a job? We went through your resume together...there's just not too much there. Even entry-level positions require at least a few years of experience. And well honey, you have none."
"Love, are your friends...really the best influence? Wait, before you get emotional, let's think about it rationally."
"Right now babe, I could really use some support. I come home from work and I'm stressed, and then I find you sitting in front of a computer all day. Maybe let's put the job search on hold? I can cover everything, all I ask is that there to be just a warm meal at home....you can do that, right?"
"Honey, I've had such a long day. I made you feel good this morning, didn't I? Oh, you're tired? Did you work on your feet for 10 hours?"
"I know you like taking showers alone, but hey, we're always talking about reducing our carbon footprint right? This saves me time too, and you don't want me to be late, do you?"
"Maybe we discussed spending this holiday with your family in the past...but things change. Remember I'm paying for these tickets. We'll visit your family but let's visit mine first."
"Babe, are you sure that's the dress you want to wear? We're not going to the club are we?"
"Aw honey, don't cry. That couldn't have hurt that much, could it?"
"Don't overreact babe. You always let your emotions get the best of you. It's okay, I'll think rationally for the both of us."
"Calm down. You're acting like a child."
"Do I need to remind you that not only do I pay for all of the food, bills, and unnecessary expenses like your clothes and meaningless hobbies, but I also give you an allowance? Because I don't know why you're acting like such an ungrateful little bitch."
"Shut up and take it. This is the only thing you're good for anyways"
Just a little Drabble of mean!eren
TW: possessive behavior, unhealthy dynamics, degrading, denial, mean!eren
He wants to hear the lewd words come out of your pretty mouth. In all his time watching you and then knowing you, Eren doesn’t think he’s heard you say anything remotely explicit.
“Speak. Use your fucking words, slut”, he commanded. Fuck, he was already so damn hard in his jeans, his fully mast bulge straining against the denim.
He has you pinned against the desk, the wood digging into your back since your shirt was of such thin material.
“I d-don’t k-know what you want m-me to s-“, your words are cut off by slender fingers delving into the hollow of your cheekbones, making you sputter.
“You know exactly what you need to say.” His words are frightfully calm, like he’s orating a business proposal and not forcing your body to bend to his will.
You’re sweating bullets because you’re so nervous take it makes you cringe to think how he’s touching your clammy skin, but it clearly doesn’t deter him as the cool hand that presses you to the desk is gliding up your skin from under your shirt.
You unclench your jaw when his hand finally leaves your face, to wander and grope along the curves of your body. There’s a damming hold on your hips, and you just know he’s leaving finger shaped bruises in his wake.
“I’m s-sorry.” Apologies are spilling from your lips, “So sorry.” You beg. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise. I promise.”
“And why are you sorry?” His cock is lined up against your core, and you can feel your body desperately craving heat and friction.
Tears leak from the corner of your eyes as you can feel ghostly touches on your nipples.
“I’m sorry f-for talking to another man.” You say this quietly but he hear you all the same. He hums, and you know he wants you to elaborate. When you’re taking too long to sort your ideas out, Eren punishes you by delivering a quick and hurtful pinch to your nipples.
“Because this pussy is yours! Only yours.” You cry out, before meekly adding, “So please, please, just fuck me already.”
You think he’s going to do it, think he’s going to pound you into the desk until you see stars but with practiced and swift coldness, he detangles himself from you.
“Not just your pussy. Everything. Body, mind, heart, soul, I don’t fucking care. All of it is mine.”
You reach your arms out over to him despite shivering from his words, desperate for relief, but he regards with a cold look.
“Not until you learn to behave.”
nobody with a tumblr in 2026 is a good person
ryan ross being manipulated and groomed and also other dead dove buzzwords and also pete wentz
please fuck me
minor or adult? :P
mmmm who’s asking?
Wentzross porn!!!
written by yours truly at 8:34am
It was september of 05. Panic was on tour but currently on a small break. Just t stabilize themselves. Ryan raised his middle finger to the concept of stabilizing himself and decided to stay with the infamous and also one of his closest friends, Pete Wentz. Despite Ryan and Pete being only ‘friends’ Ryan knew Pete would do anything to fuck him. Pete would do anything to fuck anyone of his little bandom sluts. Ryan and Brendon reinvented love. Pete reinvented what it meant to be a man whore.
Ryan just opened his phone where he saw a text from Brendon. A rather lascivious,frisky, horny one.
Brendon- “Can’t wait until we get back on tour again. Can’t wait fuck you so good as a I have to cover your mouth so no one else hears your moans. For you to just keep cumming because i’m the only one who can make you cum untouched.”
Ryan saw and his penis grew hard.
Ryan- “Someone is rather optimistic, first let me see how your vocals can hold out after a show then let me fuck you so you can fully loose your voice.”
Ryan sent. He dropped down his pants and took a nice picture of his waist, the phone was down enough so you could see the top of his balls.
Brendon got the photo. It took him a little to send anything back but he did. An audio recording of Brendon jerking off to Ryan’s previous photo.Ryan was turned on by brendon’s moans of “fuck ryan yes” and the more gentler ones. Ryan took off his pants and started jerking himself off , making sure to record the audio. Pete could hear that Ryan was jerking off and took this as a great opportunity to now fuck Ryan because Ryan was in the mood. Pete knocked and before Ryan could say no he walked in.
Pete was greeted by Ryan lying in his guest bed pants off and dick in hand. “Are you seriously fucking yourself on my bed? What the fuck Ryan! Now i’ll have to change the sheets.” Ryan was confused. Wouldn’t he have to change the sheets anyway?? “Fuck-I’m sorry you’re right I shouldn’t be jerking off in-“ “Save it. There’s only one way you can now make it up to me.” Ryan knew where this was going. Pete liked to fuck an innocent person so maybe Ryan could pretend to get it over with. “Me doing the laundry?” Ryan said ‘innocently’ Pete smirked and giggled. “Nope.”
Pete sat on Ryan’s lap, so basically just his dick and started making out with him. Ryan was a good kisser but submissive. Pete dominated in his mouth. “Fuck-“ Ryan moaned. “Yea good boy moan for me. Let me hear those pretty sounds.” Pete continued to make out with him, He moved his hand to jerk Ryan off. Ryan moaned more. “Wanna cum?” Ryan whined. ‘mhm!!’ type of sound he made. “First make me.” Pete said sliding off his pants, he easily pushed 100 pound Ryan off the bed. He sat at the corner of the bed and waited for Ryan to get into cock eating position.
Ryan began to jerk him off. Pete wasn’t even moaning yet. Ryan went faster. “open” Pete instructed. Ross opened his mouth and Pete forced him in. “NGH- PETE” Ryan’s moans just made Pete feel better. “Suck” Ryan proceeded to give Pete the best blow job of his life. Every 9 seconds Ryan would take him all in and smell his balls. Ryan wasn’t even thinking about Brendon but rather how good it felt to make Pete happy.
Pete noticed the recording on Ryan’s phone still going. He noticed it was going to be sent to Brendon “who do you belong to?” Ryan was too distracted sucking cock. “WHO DO YOU BELONG TOO?!” Ryan’s head whipped up. “You-ah. You” Pete smiled in satisfaction. He grabbed ryan’s head and forced him to take it all in as he came. Ryan’s throat ached. “How does my cum taste?”
“Delicious?” Pete kicked Ryan to the floor. Put on his pants and grabbed Ryan’s phone. He sent the voice note to Brendon. Ryan scurried to the bed and got his pants on.
“Pete- you said you’ll make me cum.” Ryan said shyly. He was embarrassed after being so owned. “Oh I will.” Pete looked up from Ryan’s phone and showed him. “YOU SENT THAT TO BRENDON? I DIDNT EVEN KNOW I WAS STILL RECORDING!” Ryan was panicking. “It’s fine. It’ll turn Brendon on and he’ll send more.”
After a few minutes pass Brendon finished listening to the audio. He was so jealous. He wanted to get fucked by Pete and Ryan too!
Pete texted Brendon. He already knew how he felt “If you send Ryan good enough photos to make him cum I’ll fuck you both.”
Pete left the guest room. He watched stupid documentary. He heard faintly from the other room Ryan moaning. Hm.
dear A,
i love you more than any words. I love you more than you could imagine. kissing your virgin inexperienced lips was the best thing i’ve ever done. and the happiest i’ve ever felt
i love you baby
ps, your lips are taster than your moms cooking
Soft Ryden Sex
Ryan picked up his book from the nightstand. Brendon came into the bedroom, towel wrapped around his waist still from the shower. “Hi, angel” Ryan looked up from his book and let out a soft smile to Brendon. “Hi, how was your shower?” Ryan tried to initiate small talk. Just then Brendon dropped his towel. Brendon’s cock was already hard, maybe he needs to take a cold shower now. “It was good.” Ryan looked up into Brendon face trying to avoid his dick. Brendon walked over to Ryan and sat on the bed. “Now?” “Yes Ryan,now.” Ryan rolled his eyes , got up from the bed and sat on the floor under Brendon. He began jerking off Brendon. “Ngh.. fuck Ryan.” Ryan continued jerking him off until he was hard too, as soon as Ryan felt his dick go up he took him into his mouth. Brendon thrusted his waist up, resulting in him pushing his cock into the back of Ryan’s throat. Ryan continued to suck and occasionally nip at Brendon’s dick. After maybe 3 minutes of this Brendon’s moan went from absent moaning to “i’m close” moans. Ryan bobbed his head up and down, He felt precum in his mouth. After a few more thrusts of Brendon’s hips, his hand raised and forced Ryan down. Cumming in his mouth. Ryan took some of it and spat out the rest. Unless if they were born in the mood brendon wouldn’t force Ryan to swallow him cum, which for both of them was a pretty fair rule. “Let me get my towel…” Brendon whispered to himself, getting his shower towel and wiping his dick. “Let me go to the bathroom to brush my teeth” Ryan said to Brendon. He brushed the musky-salty cum off his teeth and tongue before returning to Brendon in the bedroom, lying down in bed. Ryan lied down next to him. He debated reading. He looked at his book then at Brendon who he could tell was begging for cuddles and attention. he kissed his forehead and hugged him. “My world.” He said to a very sleepy Brendon.
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angsty ryden comfort i wrote in the car yesterday!!
I always knew how it happened. I pretend
and lie to Brendon that I forget it but I don’t.
Last time was worse than previous times. I know he’s angry. Of course he’s angry.
He’s an alcoholic but it was worse. He’s almost never this angry. I look to my left and see him happily sleeping. I look down and see my boxers nearly falling off. I lift myself off the bed. Glimpsing at the 3 finished coronas and one that’s half done. I walk over to the other side of the bed, lean down and kiss Brendon’s head. I take the beers and begin to walk to the kitchen. The halls are filled with shelf’s where we keep photos of us and our friends. A polaroid we framed sticks out to me every time i walk by
“Ry and Bee, NRWC ‘05 “ and I can’t help but remember how in love we were. And reminded how we are now. I push the thoughts out and finish the walk down the hall. I open the trash and place the beers in there. Rather the recycling. Z really put me on caring about the environment and i’m forever grateful.
Nothing good last longs and I hear Brendon coming from the room. I walk over to the fridge and start digging for something I know I can lie about eating. Or drinking.
Brendon slumps his head and puts his head on the doorframe of the kitchen.
“Hi sweet” he looked up and smiled at me. He was an angry drunk but not an angry man. “Hey” “Whatcha eating?” “I just got up baby, I haven’t made anything yet.” I tell him. He smiles and walks behind me. He kisses my neck from behind and wraps his arms around me. “Want me to make you breakfast?” He’s almost never hungover unless if he drinks A LOTT more than he typically does (which is already a lot) but since he’s been hungover so much he’s used to it. “Sure. I would love for breakfast.” He kisses my neck one more time.
He reaches for the eggs in the fridge and starts making his promised breakfast. I pour him and I water. Like routine, I put in a hangover alka seltzer into his water. I watch him prepare the eggs adding salt and pepper and garlic flakes. He knows if he drank enough to wake up with bruises- or more bruises than usual he’ll ask what happened last night. Every night he drinks he drinks enough to forget last night, just like today. but he already has a vague idea.
Breakfast is served, which is eggs and english muffins. He sits down next to me and gives me a fat huge kiss on my cheek. “mmmmwah” is the little noise he makes. “a special breakfast for my special boyfriend. MY boyfriend” he makes it important for me
to know im his, he is mine. but he wasn’t always. he used to sleep around. the people called him ‘ms jackson’ “your boyfriend-“ I took a sip of my water. “loves his breakfast very much. thank you,dear” I begin to peck at my eggs and Brendon eats his. He talks in between bites but it’s hard to get him to shut up anyway. I finish my food and bring my dish to the dishwasher. I look up at him who’s just wrapping up his meal. “Did you like it?” “I loved it.” He’s a good cook. That’s an undeniable truth.
Brendon finished jerking off to his photo of The Brobecks; Dallon Weekes! When you’re 17 and a boy, you’re jerking off to whoever. Especially your favorite celebrity. Panic! At The Disco is really starting to become Panic. Pete Wentz invited them to a party. Brendon was the only one who could make it though so he had to go alone. Pete wentz even said to Brendon that their would be a alot of adults there and people in his best interest. (sure..) Brendon drived to this house in LA. There were around 12 jeeps-KIA-lexus- and BMWS parked. Not super expensive but not exactly the worst cars, people who were riding to fame or already famous in the hardcore scene. Brendon got out of his car after he parked and walked in. There was a few people on the couch and then a bunch more in the kitchen. Brendon didn’t know anyone personally yet except Pete and FOB. He saw a few people on the couch so he joined them.
………
He ended up making everyone laugh or overall have a good time.
“How old are you again?” someone asked Brendon. He knew he couldn’t say 17, he would be- it would just not be fun.
“I’m 19.” He said confidently.
Overtime a few more people came in and Brendon got more and more drinks-more and more DRUNK as the night grew on. From the corner of his eye he saw THE Dallon Weekes. ‘He’s more beautiful in real life’ Brendon thought. He was drunk so he started fan girling out. “OH MY GOS!!!! DALLON WEEKES! IM LIKE YOUR BIGGEST” “Be quiet kid, i’m talking to someone. Adult stuff.” Dallon said to him. Shutting him down immediately. “Oh.” Brendon thought..Everyone else wasn’t drunk but too infused with alcohol to notice or care or comfort him. Poor Brendon began to cry. Dallon finished his conversation and glimpsed back at Brendon crying. “Oh no, did I make the baby cry?” Dallon asked giggling at the drunk teenager. Reminded him of himself “Mhm” Brendon whimpered. “Awe come here.” He grabbed him and gave him a hug, placing him ontop of his lap. “How old are you baby?” Dallon asked the very drunk Brendon Urie. “I’m only 17!” he cried out in guilt. Dallon frowned and felt bad for him. Kinda “Ohh you’re just a kid” he said to him into his neck. He pressed his face against him “M-mhm” Brendon whimpered inbetween cried. “How can I make my baby feel better?” Dallon asked the boy on his lap. “I- I dunno” Brendon admitted. Dallon pulled away from his neck and kissed Brendon. He forced his saliva into his mouth. Making sure he knew what his intentions were. “M-“ Brendon yelped shocked but melted into the kiss. He was trying to suck in Dallons face. He was holding onto him. Dallon pulled back to tease him “Are you happy now sweetheart? Do you want to make you happier?” Dallon asked knowing exactly what his sweet boy wanted. “I’m so happy” Drunk Brendon admitted. “I know baby, I know.” Dallon said to him. “You like it when i-“ He began to pet behind his ears. Brendon whimpered like a dog. Brendon’s hands went to his crotch trying to jerk himself off with his clothes on “You trying to get off on me petting you?” Dallon LAUGHED. “ngh.. mhm” Brendon admitted. “Oh really?” Dallon wanted to make fun of him. He was barely touching him and Brendon was holding onto him like he was the only thing he had left. His eyes were closed in relaxation.. Dallon wanted to make him feel so good and eat his cock. “Cmon baby” he said picking him up off of him and helping him stand up. They went into a bed room upstairs. “Mhm?” Brendon asked. “Can you make me feel good again like how you did earlier?” Brendon asked. “Of course I can” Dallon said sitting on the bed. Brendon crawled into his lap and started making out with him again. Dallons tongue began to explore the boys teeth trying to taste whatever he was made of. Beer. “You smell like alcohol.” Dallon said before kissing him again. He was rubbing his back. Dallon was able to push brendon in a weird way so he would slide off him and lie on the bed. “Oh sleepy baby?” Dallon asked Brendon “Aching” Brendon replied. “Aching where sweets?” “Cock..” Brendon replied to his friends question. “That’s no good.” Dallon said teasing him. He wanted him to ask for it. Like a good puppy. “No it’s not good” Brendon said lying down. Dallon was hovering above him. He moved so his (Dallon) legs were on the bed beneath Brendon close enough so he couldn’t move his arms. Trapped! He sat on his chest. “I wouldn’t imagine it to be good.” Dallon said. His bulge was going through Dallons pants and Brendon could smell his heat. “Dallon?” Brendon looked at him “Mhm?” Dallon knew what he was gonna ask. “Can I suck on your cock?” Brendon asked. “Ehhh. I don’t know. How old did you say you were?” Dallon asked. He was gonna torture him. “19” Brendon lied. “Oh really?” He asked him. “Now think before you answer because if you’re honest with me i’ll let you suck my dick.” “I’m 17” “That’s a good boy.” Dallon took off his pants and let his boner be presented ontop of Brendon. “So big..” He said. Brendon wanted that so bad. He opened his mouth and looked thrilled to suck his idols cock. Dallon brought it in. Brendon closed his eyes and did all the work. It’s shocking how he didn’t have to use his hands and make him feel so good. Dallon smiled.
from my ao3-vergesor
Rʏᴀɴ ʀᴏss ᴀɴᴅ Bʀᴇɴᴅᴏɴ ᴜʀɪᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀʏ ᴅᴀᴅs?
Love, your mom
Wow, you knew you were going to learn why your mom gave you away. But you expected nicer better reason. You folded it up and placed it on your desk. You sit on the floor learning against your bed. Resting your head evenly on your mattress, gazing at your walls.
-Polaroids. You and your friends, Your friends, and some old ones of your dads and their band. It’s 2014 after all. They peaked
-Fairy lights
-One direction poster
-Calendar. August 27th 2014, this friday which is marked in pink sparkles you and your friend is having a sleepover! Too bad it’s at her house. Her parents have their liquor cabinet locked last time you and her raided it and both were passed out drunk in the kitchen the next morning. You would have to steal liquor from your dads and then bring it into your bag and bring it to her house. How annoying?!!
but that’s basically it. It feels too much right now so you do what anyone else does, you go downstairs into the kitchen and get food so you can binge the 100. As your digging in your pantry for your low calorie “I’m 14 not anorexic but i still can’t eat too many carbs” foods you see your awesome dad, Ryan! Or just dad. He’s walking into the house after taking your dogs on a walk.
“Oh! Hi” He said to you basically shocked you were in the kitchen at this hour and not out with friends getting frozen yogurt.
“Hi dad” you said back to him. You looked at your dogs” “Awe he’s the cutest”
“Mhm!!! So whatcha doing?” He said absentmindedly as he put the dogs leash and collar away.
“Getting snacks”
“What for? FULL on binge or just hungry?”
“Binge.. but i’m also hungry”
“Ahhh okay..” He said walking more into the kitchen. You turned to close the fridge and his arms were open kind of asking “hug?” your dad was your friend. Not your dad. His dad- your grandpa was an ass. He doesn’t want to be like him. AT ALL.
You hug him,he was quiet but never ‘cold’ and it was always super evident he was a warm person, but introverted. “okay, so you’re gonna binge your show. Have you seen your father?” He asks, referring to your other dad Brendon! You typically just refer to him though when you talk to him as “Bub” and Ryan as Dad. Brendon is Bub because that’s what his mom called him when he was a younger. You found out when you were 8 and found it hilarious so you would use it to tease but it sticked.
“I think hes napping?” you asked but also said. Weird
“okay sweetheart, i’ll see you later okay? buh bye” Your dad walked into his shared room. Probably to tease Brendon.
-> 6ᴘᴍ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ
“Sweetheart come downstairs for dinner!” Brendon called up the stairs. You shuffle down. Your dad, brendon can kinda cook, but because Ryan is better he often makes dinner. Tonight was one of the nights where Brendon cooked
“Bub,, what is that.”
Ryan smiled trying not to laugh.
“Whaaa? It’s pasta! With meat sauce.”
You looked at the pasta and then back at him. Ryan couldn’t hide his laughter so he held his hand to his mouth
“Meat sauce..?”
“Meat sauce!” Brendon says in confirmation.
You looked at your dad Ryan and he bursts
“B- sweetheart (s)he (they) doesn’t want to eat that. At all” Ryan said to Brendon
“Whaaa??! that isn’t true right.. RIGHT?”
He looks at you
“I’m gonna make grilled cheese…” you open the fridge.
That night everyone had grilled cheeses for dinner. As Ryan was doing the dishes and you kinda just sat there you look at Brendon “Uh, Bub?” “Mhm?” he looked at you. “I found the letter my- mom.. told me to open when i felt ready.”
Ryan was putting dishes into the dishwasher and looked up as soon as you said that. Brendon’s gaze softened. “Oh baby.” Ryan said drying his hand from the water on it because of the dishes. “I-“ Brendon didn’t know what to say.
Ryan walked up to you after drying his hands. Regardless of ryan being ryan, he was still your dad. The comfort. He kind of gave Brendon this ‘i’ve got this. it’s a parent issue thing’ (because his dad was an alcoholic and absent so he could relate better.)
“Your mommy, loved you so much. You know that? My dad did too. but not once did he ever think how me as a teenager though. so he never wrote to me. Your mom had so much empathy. the empathy you only feel when you love someone the way she did.”
You didn’t understand Ryan. He’s always been weirdly poetic. You didn’t understand a lot of words that came out of his mouth. No one did. Except Brendon,
“Okay sweet girl.” Brendon said. “Ryan means, it might seem like your mom didn’t love you at all to you but, if she wrote that to you she felt for you. So she loved you enough to feel empathy. That takes a lot of love” Ryan nodded. “Exactly.”
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You and your dads stayed at the kitchen just hugging and then comforting you as you cried for a bit. After 100, “I’m sorry sweetheart”’s and “you know we love you”s you all realized the time. It was 8:37. Not bed but you know. Settle down. “okay, i’m tired.” Ryan said stretching. “Really?” Brendon asked. Brendon was almost never tired though. “I’m gonna go wash my face and watch the news. Okay?” “Okay.” You said and Brendon nodded. Brendon kissed him on the head “Love you” Bub whispered “I love you too” Ryan replied. “Awe” You said. No one on planet earth loves them the way you do. “Bub?” You asked your dad. “Yes?” Brendon looked at you. 8:40. “Tv time?” you asked. “of course” You guys went into the living room. It was just the two of you because your other dad was asleep. You guys put on an episode of shameless. You guys watched shameless until around 11:21. “Dad?” “Mhm?” He said still watching the TV but beginning to turn his head. “Do you wanna get ice cream and get high?” you asked. He knew you would occasionally smoke. Who didn’t at your age? “Ehh you know how i feel about smoking with my own daughter.” “PLEASE dad?” You begged and he smiled. He knew you were going to find out how to do it anyway and he would rather have you do it with him than do it alone. Just incase. “Fine.” He stood up and began to walk to where you guys kept all of the car keys. You followed. “Ice cream.. where?” He asked. You said a place and got into the car and began to drive. No one on aux until “Bub?” “Yes sweetheart?” “Can I put on music?” you asked. “Whatever you want to play i’ll listen.” He replied. He liked all types of music. Actually he TOLERATED most types of music. Ryan LOVED all types of music, and that’s just the way he was. You put on “M.O.N.E.Y” by The 1975 (SO 2014.) “This is kinda good. Who’s in the band?” “I mean the most known member is Matty Healy” You said to him. In THAT scene everyone has distant connections kind of to everyone. “Ohh I know him. He dated Halsey” “Okay..?” You replied. “Ryan and Halsey were supposed to make a song together.” “Ohhh okay!” You said to him. You guys made it to the place where he gets weed. Cannabis dispensary! You stayed in the car considered your a minor and he goes in and gets you what you want. “Just a joint?” He asked you. “What about.. Gummies?” “5mg?” He asked. “Please” You replied. He left and went in. You checked your phone to see who texted you. Your friend, Alondra texted you twice. She’s a sweetheart. She was hyping the sleepover you guys were having. A group chat texted for a project you guys all had to do. You checked instagram, a few likes on your post, everything else was chill, yay! Your dad came back out. “Hey” He said smiling “Hi Bub” You said back to him. “I got you your weed and- uh yea!” He smiled to you. You smiled back and reached for the bag. You took one of your gummies. He smiled at you again and you guys headed home. You and your dad high as a kite went home. After a bit of chatting when you were high and just having a good time floating around he brought you up to your room. “Sleep well baby.” He said to you. Goodnight.
Woooow this was fun to write!!!
I might make a few more one shots in this world. It’s fun.
how ryan ross and brendon urie met fo all of my new gen panic fans (…)
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It’s 2002 Ryan Ross and a bunch of his nerdy gang decided to form a band called Pet Salamander. The band consists of, Ryan Ross (vocals and lyrics) Brent Willson (Bass Guitar) Spencer Smith (Drums) and Trevor Howell*1 (Guitar and possible backing vocals.) After mid 2003 Pet Salamander began to fade out. Ryan,Spencer and Brent though continue to make music. Brent Willson was in guitar class and met a boy named Brendon!!! Brent invites Brendon to join the band and the rest in history
* ᶦ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ⁿᵒ ᶜˡᵘᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵀʳᵉᵛᵒʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃⁿᵈ