#trying to keep these a manageable length since I have quite a few

[mitochondriencocktail]

Oohh could you do 29 for star AU? 🥰

29) ...as a promise

I SEE YOU ANON,,, trying to get some more starbojan hehehe

Let's say this is... a scene between the night bojan returned and the morning before the latest chapter :)

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Jere's awake before his alarm has a chance to go off, the warmth of the body wrapped around his serving as a tether to the waking world. Eyes flutter open and flit from wall to curtain to the glowing man smiling at him, head propped up on one arm as he watches Jere.

"You sleep at all?"

"I did actually, yeah," Bojan nods. He's brimming with infectious energy, the sort that makes you want to jump out of bed and run down the stairs on Christmas morning. "It was nice."

Jere rolls on top of him, the blankets shifting.

"Breakfast?" Jere asks.

"I'd like that." Bojan studies his face and hands come to rest on Jere's shoulders. "We'll figure things out," Bojan says suddenly.

Before Jere's sleep-addled brain has a chance to register whether Bojan means breakfast or something larger, he's being pulled gently down for a kiss that tastes like a promise -- and he gets it. Definitely something larger.

"We will," Jere promises back.

#bojere #trying to keep these a manageable length since I have quite a few #I HOPE IT'S OK #starbojan au

[sinisteryanderescribe]

Hii i rlly like ur writing so could u write this?

Hanma and kazutora (seperate) with a gf that's also a valhalla member, but she's more to collecting info and pickpocketing certain things (a policemans walkie talkie to know if there are police near or something)

And she also attends meetings but keeps to herself most of the time. Also the other members are too scared to talk to her bc she always has a resting btch face, and most likely bc shes also the gf of their captains. But in reality if anyone were to talk to her she'd be the funniest and unhinged

A Soft touch in Valhalla

Charecters: Hanma Shuji / Kazutora hanemiya

Female reader

Genre: SFW, fluff, romance,

Warnings: slight possessive behaviour, mentions of trauma on kazutora’s side, slight explicit behaviour

Note : thank you so much dear! I hope this came out okey!

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Hanma Shuji

Being in a dangerous gang for an average girl is very interesting indeed. Most would call you crazy for being involved in gang related activities but who knew you would find yourself dating the leader of one of the biggest and violent gangs in Tokyo Japan.

It was your boyfriend’s idea really, with his constant nagging for you to join him and be by his side, helping him with “collecting” some information or using your “gym stealth” to good use.

But really it was mostly an excuse to have you sit on his lap every meeting with a hand on your thigh to keep you from getting up no matter how much you complain to him about it. This man loves to tease and squeeze the flesh of your plump thighs.

ESPECIALLY if it’s in front of the members of his gang, it’s more of a sign of possession, warning them if they try anything funny, there will be consequences…..

It also may be another reason to show you off to kisaki, a mocking way of telling him how he “can’t get any bitches” but anyways he managed to convince kisaki to let you join. Much to his dismay Kisaki was pretty impressed by your performances.

You have a strong sense of humour, but you tend to show it in subtle ways. Hanma appreciates that you can understand him without words and has found it really easy to communicate with you. You two share a special connection, but also a quiet intensity that few others understand.

When it comes to your relationship with the other gang members, you keep most of them at arm's length. But that doesn't mean you aren't aware of their comings and goings. They definitely know they should be careful around you.

Seeing what happened to the last guy that disrespected you…..definitely taught them a lesson not to mess with anything that belongs to their leader. Yet again you still gave him some home made cookies and muffins after he apologised.

The members have a lot of respect for you. They may find your stoic exterior intimidating, but your strong and confident nature commanded respect. They know you're not someone to be crossed, but they also know that you're a valuable member of Valhalla. It sometimes upsets you how they see you as someone to fear (hanna might have something to do with it) but you try your best to use your baking as a way to make them less tense.

Hanma even reassured you of that.

"The rest of the gang members always know to watch their backs doll. You're skillful and the information you gather helps the gang stay a step ahead of their rivals ;your ability to steal important items has saved us many times. No need to worry doll face"

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Kazutora Hanemiyu

It’s was quite a surprise to see Kazutora in a relationship due to his…past actions. Let alone have a girl be interested in him but some people would say they were glad. Since you would be able to control or calm him down whenever he’s on edge.

Despite the heavy demeanour you carry, you’re always open to have a nice conversation with the others, though it sometimes tends to be a challenge. (Your boyfriend’s piercing glares and menacing smiles whenever someone thinks to even come close to you doesn’t help either)

As Kazutora's girlfriend, you have developed a unique role within Valhalla. You are his trusted confidant and adviser; He shares private details about his plans and strategies with you.

He values your input. Your performances has made you a key member of the gang, and he relies on you for your advice and insights. While your responsibilities sometimes require you to keep a distance from him, you know that he will always be there when you need him.

You have developed a strong bond with both Kazutora. While you may often be overlooked, your place within Valhalla is irreplaceable.

Though life as a gang member may often be unpredictable and chaotic, one thing remains constant: your relationship with Kazutora. You have stood by each other's side through good times and bad, and have supported one another.

You have a deep and lasting bond with him knowing how his past often haunts him and gives him certain unpleasant episodes. So you always let him pull you closer whenever your around him.

Let him nuzzle your hair and neck, no matter how embarrassing it seems your sent and perfume relaxes his nerves. Also he always places small kisses on the flesh of your neck before meetings, (or rather if he’s feeling territorial he’ll bite down hard enough to leave a mark)

Kazutora's role and status within Valhalla have always made you an object of caution among the gang members. Whenever you attend meetings and gatherings, they tend to keep their distance from you. Some may even avoid eye contact with you completely, out of fear that you might lash out or react violently, given how your face is always stone cold.

Despite this cold and stoic look, you have always been friendly and welcoming whenever they approach you, and over time have built up a reputation for yourself as a welcoming and approachable figure within the gang.

However, while most of the members may be intimidated by your relationship with Kazutora, some might not. There might be those who try to form alliances with you and use your connection to Kazutora to their advantage.

Some members may not even notice you and think you're not there. Others might want to talk to you but are afraid to approach you. Overall, your relationship is a mixed bag of reactions within the gang. But regardless of the reactions, everyone knows not to mess with you, as you're someone who belongs to Kazutora.

Some cakes and snacks might change their perspective though so easing their minds with some heartwarming bakes and food would do the trick!

Look out for a jealous little kitty though…he might not like the attention you give to other men.

ESPECIALLY if it’s Hanma…

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers hanma #tokyo revengers kazutora #tokyo revengers x female reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x reader #kazutora x reader #x reade #x fem reader #hanma shuji #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo rev #hanma Shuji x fem reader #kazutora hanemiya x fem reader #tokyorev kazutora #tokyorev hanma

[rootingforbada]

Snowfall(ing in love) 🎄

bada x fem reader

disclaimers: short fluff fic just for christmas! please keep in mind that im not a native english speaker, thank you. enjoy! ❤️

Summary: "Sorry, love, i won't be able to spend Christmas with you" are the words you read on your phone from Bada. Your girlfriend mentioned she won't be able to spend Christmas with you, leaving you quite disappointed. After all, it isn't just Christmas; it's your 3-year anniversary together. Frustrating, right? Unless...

WC: 1.2k

"What?!" A high-pitched gasp echoes through the diner.

"Lusher, chill," i utter, covering my ears in response to the shout while attempting to ease my own frustration.

"What do you mean... she won't be here for Christmas night? I mean... She didn't even spend the day with you today" Minah inquires, assertive. It's like everyone got hit by the message i just read.

Bada and i have been together as a couple for 3 years, and through her, i got to know Lusher, Minah, and Sowoen; they've become my close friends since then.

We decided to come to a small diner before diving into the preparations for the upcoming festivities; the year flew by, and today is already December 25th. It feels like time zoomed in a flash.

I was looking forward to this Christmas, as today is the anniversary of my relationship with Bada as well. The issue is that she just messaged saying she can't make it.

Ugh, I'm really frustrated. I mean, i get it—I'm trying to be understanding, especially with her crazy & packed schedule over the past few months. But, come on, it's such a special date and she hasn't even seen me today...

I attempt to shake off the disappointment, taking a deep breath as i glance around at the faces of my friends, each wearing a mix of concern and sympathy.

"Maybe there's a reason she can't make it," Sowoen suggests, trying to ease the tension in the air.

I nod, appreciating the attempt to find a silver lining. "Yeah, she's been swamped with work lately."

Minah raises an eyebrow, "But Christmas, of all days?"

I sigh, realizing the weight of the situation. "I know, it's just... it's our anniversary too."

Lusher, who has been visibly on edge, finally speaks up, "Look, we're here for you. Maybe she's just really busy after all."

I force a small smile, touched by their support. "Yeah, maybe..."

Finishing my drink, i glance at the clock; it's nearly 8 in the evening. Christmas is almost over.

"Well, i must go now; thanks for the company, ladies!" I flash a smile as i stand to hug everyone.

"Already? Hang out a bit more. You can join us for the rest of Christmas if you want!" Sowoen suggests in her sweet and eloquent voice.

"No need! Enjoy it, and tell me what you got as presents later!" I warmly reply.

"If you need anything, hit us up," Lusher affirms while giving me a tight hug.

I give a final wave and leave the establishment; grabbing my keys from the bag, i open the car to head home.

With the snow starting to fall, the road becomes increasingly tricky to navigate. However, it's not a big deal, as i manage to reach my home safely.

Still disappointed about spending this important date alone, i enter the building's elevator, heading to the floor of my apartment. Upon arriving in front of the door, i spot a note.

"Knock on the door 3 times and close your eyes! :)"

"What the...?" I mutter to myself. Had my friends prepared something? Nonetheless, i decided to follow the instructions.

"Knock, knock, knock"

Three knocks on the door, and i keep my eyes shut, waiting for what will happen next.

I can feel the door opening accompanied by a faint, familiar laughter.

"Open your eyes~"

Upon finally opening my eyes, the first sight before me is Bada, with a mischievous smile and an expression of "I fooled you good" emanating from her face. She's grinning, her medium-length hair adorned with pink highlights and small braids. My girlfriend hadn't forgotten our anniversary, after all.

"Bada...? But..." i stammer, slightly perplexed, directing my gaze towards the decoration.

It's as if i stepped into a massive Christmas-themed store; a huge tree, meticulously decorated and lit up, stands out in the corner of the room. Lights and twinkling decorations everywhere, thoughtfully arranged. Paper hearts and garlands adorn the walls, accompanied by lovely post-its stuck with the message "Our 3-year anniversary." The dining table, beautifully set, occupies the center.

A carefully selectedd playlist fills the room with a variety of songs, from "Understand - Keshi" to "double take - dhruv."

Honestly, i'm mesmerized by everything, unsure whether to admire the decoration or Bada. I am on the verge of tears; i truly didn't expect all of this.

"Merry Christmas and happy anniversary to us, my love." Bada wraps me in her long arms while planting small kisses on my cheeks and nose.

We linger in the embrace for a few seconds; her hug is so comforting, i wish i could stay in it forever.

"Did you like the surprise, sweetheart?" she asks casually, holding my hand while pointing to the post-its and other messages.

"Of course! But hey, you didn't have to fool me like that... I was hurt!" I playfully punch her shoulder, and she just laughs, as it probably didn't make much impact; after all, I'm not one of the strongest.

"But it was worth it, wasn't it? Lusher, Minah, and Sowoen helped me organize everything."

"They're in on this? Oh, I'll end those girls the next time i see them," i say, jokingly, surprised by the revelation. I really thought they weren't part of this.

"Hey, they made all of this possible ~ without them, it would have been dull," she says, still laughing at the situation. "Let's eat; i prepared everything especially for you."

She gives a swift kiss upon my lips before arranging the table. Bada had meticulously prepared various dishes, and from a distance, i could spot a cake that seemed to be green tea-flavored.

"It looks delicious!" I exclaim, my mouth watering.

"Before we eat, i wanted to give you this," she gazes at me intently and pulls a medium-sized box from her pocket. "You can open it."

"What is it?" I inquire, fixing my eyes at the present, opening it.

Inside, i find a beautiful necklace with a small diamond pendant, accompanied by a polaroid photo of us from our last Christmas/New Year's trip.

I love you, truly. You mean everything to me, love. I am the happiest person in the world when you're right next to me. Christmas after Christmas, year after year, we'll be together. The youngest days of my life are when I'm with you," she confesses genuinely, and i truly feel that every word she utters is sincere.

Once again, tears stream down my cheeks. I am at a loss for words. My veins feel like they might burst from sheer happiness. I feel so grateful to have someone so kind by my side.

"Bada... I don't know what to say... I really love you so much," i articulate, my voice choked and trembling, admiring everything she has done for me not just today, but throughout these three years we've been together.

"Hey, don't cry," she rises up and rushes to hug me once again, that warm sensation returning. She caresses my neck with one hand while gently wiping away my tears with the other.

Outside, snow is falling; i can hear some neighbors enthusiastically wishing Merry Christmas as the day seems to end, and fireworks are lighting up the whole sky.

"Season after season, i shall be here for you. Merry Christmas, my lovely princess," Bada whispers in my ear, and our lips meet gently—a tender and soft kiss filled with affection on that festive Christmas night.

[🎄] thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked this christmas special. merry x-mas and stay safe everyone <3 kisses from ste~

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee fanfic #swf2 x reader #bada lee x reader #bada lee au #bada lee swf2 #bada imagine #fluff #bada fluff #bada x reader

[bussyslayer333]

Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

pls reblog and comment and tell me what you think <333

- honey :0

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ANYTHING NATHAN? YOU GOT IT. (I'm so sorry what is this? What have I written? Help.) ILYSM❤️

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: Nathan's a pretty heavy sleeper.

A/N: Nathan and Reader are already in a relationship.

Warnings: somnophilia, I'm gonna say dub con because Nathan is asleep and it is only vagely hinted at that the consent has been previously established, blow job, fingering, swearing, typos, overuse of italics, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 991

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While you weren’t sure what time Nathan went to bed last night, or what time it was now (other than early morning), but, you did know that he had decided to sleep in your bed. Not his. 

His beard was tickling your shoulder, his gentle and even breaths warming your back. 

One arm was slung over your waist while the other, in classic Nathan fashion, was pressed against the headboard at an angle you would have assumed was uncomfortable. 

You needed to stretch. And, despite the comfort of waking up in his embrace, he was oldly warm. A human furnace. How he wasn’t sweating astounded you.

It seemed impossible that someone that slept naked could produce so much heat. 

Carefully, you wiggled out from underneath his arm. Trying your best not to wake him or jostle the bed too much. 

You were nearly home free, out without being a disturbance, when somehow you caught Nathan just as he was moving in his sleep. 

A sigh escaped your lips, ready for a Textbook Nathan grumble. But it never came. 

He had just moved with the push and was now sleeping soundly flat on his back, part of the bedcovers twisted around his calf.

Huh. 

Seemed like he was a heavy sleeper. 

He must have come to bed late. 

You chewed at your bottom lip as a wicked thought started to grow in your mind. 

He looked so peaceful, innocent even. If such a word could ever be used to describe Nathan. Especially since he had a habit of grooming his public hair into ridiculous shapes. Something you were sure he only really started doing to amuse you. Currently it was a heart. 

Perhaps it was time for a little revenge for all the times he woke you up at 2am with his face between your legs. 

Languidly you moved a little closer, running the tip of your forefinger up the length of his dick. Just to judge the reaction, see how heavy of a sleeper he really was.

Nathan’s breathing didn’t even change. 

You grinned. 

Still keeping your eyes on his face to watch for any signs of waking, you laid down on your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows and leaning over to suck the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Nothing. 

You moved your body closer, risking leaning partially on his thigh and hip, as you licked up the length of him, swirling your tongue around the head and teasing his slit. 

His cock jumped under your attention, quickly hardening as Nathan’s breathing hitched ever so slightly. The rise and fall of his chest increasing even as his eyes stayed closed. 

You pumped him a few times, smearing your saliva along the thick length of him as a smile pulled on your lips. 

While you missed Nathan’s moans and grunts of pleasure, there was something satisfying about having him at your mercy. 

You took him into your mouth again, bobbing up and down slowly, trying to let him get deeper each time. 

Usually Nathan’s bucking hips (even when he tried not to) made it difficult to deepthroat him, his size alone was enough to make the activity strenuous. And you’d never quite been able to manage it without gagging. 

Now however, without his instant squirming you found that you were able to take him deeper than you had before, relaxing your throat as best you could and swallowing around him. 

You hummed, getting a little carried away as your own arousal started to burn between your legs.

The idea of maybe being able to take all of him in your mouth made you a little lightheaded, forced you to rub your legs together to just take the edge off. 

You picked up the pace, moving up and down, still managing to swallow a little more each time.

His cock was hot and heavy in your mouth, the girth made your jaw throb but you didn’t care as you continued to take him deeper.

Finally you couldn’t ignore the ache between your legs any longer, and you slid one hand down, under your pyjama bottoms for some relief. 

Nathan’s breathing had increased exponentially. Small huff of air, and little whispered moans escaping his lips as he still stayed inexplicably asleep. 

Part of you wondered what he was dreaming about. 

You circled your clit, Nathan’s little groans of pleasure driving you wild as you filled your mouth with his cock. 

You were nearly there, almost at the base, just another few centimetres and you could bury your face into the neatly trimmed curls between his legs.

“Fuuuck,” Nathan hissed between his teeth, gasping as he woke up fully to the sight of you. “Oh god, baby,” he whined, stretching back for a moment to try to stop himself from thrusting upwards, “taking me so deep.” 

He groaned obscenely. Trying to get himself under control by sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, anything to distract himself from the warmth of your mouth. 

That was when he noticed your hand down the front of your pyjamas. 

And he lost it. 

He moaned loudly, grabbing hold of your shoulder, trying to warn you. But it was too late. He came hard, unable to control the mindless bucking of his hips as he filled your mouth and throat. 

The timing, thankfully, had just been right. You had been breathing out as he came and managed to not choke to death on his release. 

He gasped as you kept sucking, milking him for every last drop he could give, before pulling away and grinning. 

“Good morning.” You smiled.

“Good fucking morning.” He breathed, laying back heavily against the bed. 

You chuckled. 

He sat up a little to look at you. “What time is it?” 

You shook your head, “I’m not sure, I-”

“It’s pussy eating time, that’s what it is.” He growled as he pounced on you, smothering you with kisses as you laughed. 

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Timeless

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Prompt - ‘Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless.’

Notes - The timeline is messed up but that’s ok! Also, nobody cares but omg I got tickets to the Eras Tour!!! 

It was early when Bucky forced himself out of his bed, taking a moment to just sit up and massage his temples, desperately trying to stop the headache that seemed near constant at this point. He figured it was expected though, not enough time had passed since he had managed to escape HYDRA and most days he could still feel the Winter Soldier so clearly in his mind, fighting to obey commands and return to the handlers.

Bucky couldn’t let that happen though, he had spent too much time planning his escape, too much work trying to build something new after months of hiding. He couldn’t even remember exactly when he had formed his plan, only that he hadn’t been in the chair for a while, the handlers thought they had wiped away any remaining traces of Bucky and were only left with the Soldier.

So Bucky played along, he swallowed down the sickness he felt stinging at his throat and obeyed every command given to him until he was able to make his escape. From there he had been running ever since, knowing HYDRA would always be looking for their greatest weapon.

He had finally settled though, running from country to country until he came back to the States, finding his way back to New York.

Slowly his memory had started coming back to him, being out of the chair and on the run had meant more and more came back. Most of the time he couldn’t quite make them out, too jumbled up to connect but he liked to cling to them anyway, they always made him feel safe and he’d take them over the nightmares of his days as the Winter Soldier any day.

He went back to Brooklyn, let himself wander the streets and smiled as small snippets flashed through his mind. More often than not there was a boy, a skinny thing who was always ready for anything, Bucky couldn’t remember his name but he knew he loved the boy like he was his brother.

Then there was a girl. In the memories there was the prettiest girl Bucky had ever seen, he hoped he’d remember her more, he had too. Every time he managed to remember a memory with the girl in it he felt lighter than he had in years, a weight lifting off his shoulders whenever he pictured her smile.

The first thing Bucky had done once he had worked enough odd jobs to rent an apartment was force himself into a morning routine. The first few weeks he had just stayed in bed, alone with the memories of what he had done. He had known it couldn’t carry on that way, he had to do something. So he forced his body into the shower every morning, wiping away the sweat from the previous night’s nightmares before getting dressed and walking the streets of Brooklyn.

Bucky never had a real destination in mind when he left his apartment, preferring to just pick a direction and see if he could remember anything new that day. Today he turned left when he walked out and let himself get lost in the Brooklyn streets.

He let himself walk for a while, there were no new memories but Bucky didn’t mind. It was nice to be able to just walk around by himself for as long as he wanted, no expectations, no commands, no handlers waiting for him and no chair to take away the new memories he did have that he desperately gripped onto.

He didn’t know just how long he had been walking for when he came across a small building in the middle of a row of stores. It was easy to miss, the dark wood was only half the length of the bricked building next to it. He didn’t know what it was about the store that caught his eyes but something was telling him to keep walking towards it.

When he finally came to a stop outside of it he could see through the large window letting the morning light in. Bucky looked through it at relics that looked as old as he was. He stayed where he was for a long moment, just looking before something in him told him to go in and he let himself listen to it.

When he walked into the shop a small bell chimed above his head and he smiled at the old man who was busy behind the counter before he let the door fall shut behind him and he walked around, his fingers trailing along the surfaces.

He made his way to a room in the back where his eyes caught a box, the lid propped open with a handwritten sign taped to it, telling him it was photographs in there worth twenty-five cent each. He didn’t know why a smile pulled at his lips or why he reached down to pull them out but his smile widened when he saw a picture of a woman.

The picture was black and white and a bride beamed up at him, a veil on her head and a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Something about the photograph made Bucky’s heart clench, something familiar that he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

“Come on, doll!” Bucky grinned as he circled around you so he was walking backwards and in front of you. “Say you’ll do it!”

Bucky froze, looking down at the picture as a memory played out before him, he could see it so clearly. It was the girl, the girl he couldn’t remember but so desperately wanted to know, he wanted to know who she was more than anything.

“We can’t!” You laughed, grabbing his hand and making him walk properly after he bumped into a man, shouting an apology over your shoulder as he cursed. “Bucky, don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m not, c’mon you know you want to.” Bucky moved in front of you again, crouching down so he was eye level with you, pouting and giving you his best puppy dog eyes causing you to laugh again, pushing his shoulder and leaving his trailing after you. “Hey, I'm serious about this.”

“We can’t get married, Bucky!” You laughed again causing Bucky to groan loudly, drawing stares from others around you but neither of you noticed, both too focused on each other.

“Of course we can. C’mon Y/N/N, say you’ll marry me, pretty please.” Your laughter was like music to Bucky’s ears even if it was in response to his pleas to marry him. “We’ll go right down to the court house now, pick you up a pretty dress and be married by the end of the day.”

“How about this, you come back to me and then I’ll marry you.” You countered, the smile falling from your face slightly with the reminder of what was coming.

“You promise?” Bucky smiled, pausing in the middle of the street, taking your chin between his finger and thumb to lift your head to his.

“I promise.” You told him, smiling as he leaned down to kiss you.

He married you? He knew he had to have cared about you, he knew he felt something for you but he had married you? He hoped his past self knew how lucky he was, he’d have done anything now to know you.

“I came back.” Bucky whispered into your ear as you practically flung yourself at him, sobbing into his chest as he held you close, one arm around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

“You came back.” You cried against him and Bucky felt his heart break, the whole time he’d be gone the only thing he could think about was how he hadn’t made it back to you.

“I promised, didn’t I?” He murmured into your hair and he felt you nod, tightening his grip on you before pulling away far enough to cup your cheek. “I seem to remember you had a promise of your own to keep.”

He watched as you smiled and it was all he needed, suddenly he was holding back his own tears and dragging you back to him, his lips meeting you in a desperate kiss. He truly hadn’t known if he was ever going to make his way back to you but you hadn’t doubted it, you and Bucky always seemed to find your way back to each other.

“So what d’ya say, Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked after he pulled back, watching as your lips pulled into a beaming smile even as tears still poured down your cheeks, you nodding wildly at him as you huffed out a laugh.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” You told him and Bucky couldn’t help but grin right back at you before leaning in for another kiss.

Bucky felt a smile pull at his lips in the present time, smiling down at the picture of the bride as another memory came back to him.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you as the doors opened and you came into view. At his side he heard Steve let out a gasp and he couldn’t help but agree, you were breathtaking. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to find you, to have you walking down the aisle to him, wanting to marry him.

God, he loved you so much.

He couldn’t remember much of the actual wedding, too busy taking in every little detail of you. Hearing the words ‘I do’ fall from your lips nearly sent him to his knees.  

Bucky didn’t realise he was crying until the woman’s face became blurred through his tears and he took a deep breath, steading himself as he leafed through the photographs. He paused again when he saw one of a couple clinging to each other, the girl had her head buried in the guy's neck and he was holding her tight against him.

You were looking over Bucky with watery eyes. He felt his heart break as he messed with the tie of his uniform, looking at you through the mirror as you took a silent breath before you stood up. You brushed Bucky’s hands away and took over, tying the tie properly around his neck and smoothing it against his chest.

Once you were done Bucky took your hands in his and brought them up to his lips, placing soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Smile for me, doll.” Bucky pleaded, watching as you scrunched your eyes shut to stop the tears from slipping past them and shook your head. “C’mon Y/N/N, it’s my last night, let’s have a good time, yeah?”

“I don’t want you to go.” You told him shakily, opening your eyes and cursing yourself when one tear managed to slip down your cheek but Bucky was quick to cup your cheek, a gentle thumb brushing it away, careful not to smudge your makeup.

“I know but I’ll be back, I promise.” He told you and watched as you shook your head again, trying to pull away from him but Bucky refused to let you go.

“You can’t promise that, Buck.” You told him, bottom lip wobbling as you desperately tried not to cry.

“Yeah I can, I’ve got my girl waiting right here for me, waiting to marry me the second I get back, you can bet I’m coming back to her.” Bucky smiled down at you and you couldn’t help the choked laugh that escaped you.

Whilst you were out it was easy to forget Bucky would be leaving. With his arms around you, him leaning in to kiss you in the middle of the room without a care in the world, it felt like any other day.

Until it came time for Bucky to leave. You stayed back as you watched him say goodbye to Steve, wrapping the smaller man in a hug before pulling away to salute him. Your eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time today, at this point you were so tired of crying but knew it wouldn’t get any better with Bucky leaving.

You watched as he jogged over to you, his smile faded but still in place knowing he had to be brave for you.

The two of you walked hand in hand, neither of you saying anything as you walked down the street. Bucky was shipping out in the early hours and the two of you agreed it would be better to say your goodbyes tonight.

“I’m really gonna miss you baby.” Bucky told you as you came to a stop.

“You promise you’ll come back?” You asked shakily, looking up at him.

Bucky nodded before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, holding you close to him and trying his hardest to convey how much he loved you into one kiss.

“I promise you, Y/N/N, I’ll be back before you know it and I’m gonna write you letters every single night whilst I’m gone.” Bucky swore, leaning his forehead against yours and watching as you were unable to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You choked out, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck.

Bucky felt his strength leaving him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the middle of the crowded street, not paying any mind to anyone else but you.

“I love you too, Y/N, so, so much.” Bucky told you, murmuring the words into your hair.

Bucky didn’t know how long the two of you stood there but eventually you had to pull away. Bucky cupped your cheeks and gently wiped your tears away before pulling you in for one last kiss that left you both breathless.

“I’m gonna miss you so much.” You told him and Bucky smiled brightly at you.

“I’m gonna miss you like crazy, doll. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” Bucky told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before hailing a cab for you.

“I love you.” You told him as you pulled him in for a final hug, squeezing him just a bit tighter than usual as you tried to convince yourself he’d be alright.

“I love you too, baby, so much.” Bucky said as he hugged you back, not letting any tears fall until your cab disappeared from view.

The tears leaked from Bucky’s eyes as he remembered you, remembered having to leave you behind, remembered having to be strong for you even when he didn’t know if he would make it back to you. He remembered the moment he truly thought he wouldn’t make it back to you. Finally coming home and having you in his arms felt as close to heaven as Bucky would ever come.

He wiped at his eyes before flicking through the next few pictures.

He had to stop and smile when another photograph caught his eye and he could so clearly see you and him where the teenage couple stood in a driveway, their hands entwined with a note on the back that said school dance, 1958.

“Come on you two, just a few more!” Bucky’s mom insisted and the two of you couldn’t help but groan since she’d said the same thing a half hour ago.

“Mom, we gotta go, we’re gonna be late.” Bucky told her but she just shook her head and waved him off.

“Come on, none of that now. You’ll want to remember this night, let me take a few more.” She said and Bucky just looked at you apologetically causing you to laugh.

“A few more won’t hurt.” You said, causing her to smile and usher you and Bucky together.

Bucky grinned as he held a hand out to you and you couldn’t help but return it and you threaded your fingers through his and turned towards the camera.

“You look beautiful.” Bucky whispered before turning towards his mom too, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes just as the flash went off to see your smile brighten at his words.

“Now you two have a lovely night, Bucky make sure she gets home safe.” His mom reminded him and Bucky had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as everyone knew he walked you home first no matter how much you insisted he didn’t need to.

Bucky remembered that night, the two of you had spent hours dancing together until the dance was over. When he walked you home he remembered thinking he loved you for the first time, stopping outside your house to kiss you and nearly saying those words but not being brave enough.

He missed you. He missed you so much. He’d had a whole life with you, he’d married his girl and he’d left her alone.

He’d left you alone.

You’d lived all these years thinking that he had died. He had died after promising you he’d be home. He’d forgotten who you were, forgotten how loved he had been and how much love he had for you.

He wiped his tears and moved away from the photographs, not sure he could stand to look through them anymore even if they had unlocked a flood of memories.

He remembered being away in the war, reading your letters was the only thing that got him through most of his days and when he wrote his back to you he tried to hide as much of the bad as he could, over exaggerating in his stories hoping that they’d make you smile.

He really hoped they made you smile.

He was meant to have a lifetime with you. He was meant to love you until you were both old and grey. He was meant to have kids with you and be there for you every day of your lives.

The two of you should have had so much longer together. Just when he thought he couldn’t hate HYDRA any more he was shown the life he could have had, torn away from him like everything else had been.

Bucky left the old antique shop with tears in his eyes and a bundle of photographs tied together with brown string.

Days passed and Bucky wasn’t great with the newest technology, give him any weapon and he’d know how to use it in minutes, give him a computer and he was clueless. Eventually though he managed to figure it out and he was walking up the steps of an apartment complex.

His hand shook as he raised it, knocking on the door and waiting anxiously. When the door finally opened he was left breathless.

You couldn’t help but stare, mouth falling open as you looked at the person at your door.

“There’s my girl.” Bucky said shakily, watching as your mouth opened and closed as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“Bucky?” You finally managed to choke out, the man you had spent all these years missing was at your front door, not looking a day older than the last time you’d seen him.

“Promised I’d come back.” He told you, tears stinging his eyes as he looked at you. You were just as beautiful as he remembered, eyes still as bright.

He couldn’t help but regret that you were older, not that you were older but that he hadn’t been there to grow old with you.

“How are you here?” You asked, still in complete disbelief and not entirely sure this was real.

“It’s a long story.” He told you honestly, not even sure where he’d start. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“You look the same as you did all those years ago.” You said, letting out a huff of disbelief. “But at least you kept your promise.”

You gestured for him to come in and it wasn’t long before the two of you were sitting on the sofa. Bucky pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair, still amazed he had managed to find you.

His hand brushed over yours and he paused when he felt something, looking down he couldn’t help but frown as he saw a wedding ring around your finger. He was happy you had found somebody, truly he was, but it should’ve been him.

“It’s yours.” You told him and he looked at you questioningly. “It’s your ring.”

“You kept wearing it? After all these years?” Bucky asked in disbelief and it was your turn to smile.

“I never took it off once. It’s impossible to move on from you, Bucky, not that I ever tried.” You chuckled softly and he stared at you in amazement. “I promised to love you to the end of my days, I keep my promises too.”

“I love you so much, Y/N/N.” Bucky whispered as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m so, so sorry, doll. I should’ve been here, all these years we should have been making so many memories together.”

“It’s alright.” You murmured, threading your hand with his. “It was a good life, I kept you alive. You were with me with everything I did.”

“I’ve missed you like crazy.” Bucky told you and you laughed, nodding against him.

“You’ve got no idea.” You said, still completely in shock that he was here with you again. “What happened, Bucky?”

Bucky took a deep breath, by the end of his story the pair of you had tear stained cheeks and cuddled closer together, neither able to let the other go after finally having each other back after so long.

“I’m sorry it took so long to find you.” Bucky said as he wiped the tears from your cheeks gently and you smiled, leaning into his touch.

“We always find our way back to each other eventually.” You told him, remembering all those years of growing up and arguing, the fights and the make ups.

No matter what happened between you and Bucky you would always find each other, you were made for each other, forced back together, no matter how much time had passed.

You had spent a lifetime missing Bucky Barnes, a lifetime keeping his memory alive. For years the only things you had to remember him was a cardboard box you kept in your room, photographs of the two of you together, first days of school, first school dances, a picture somebody took as he spun you around, pictures taken of you kissing and dancing. You had the letters you had saved and treasured from his time in the war, words of love and promises that had carried you through the years without him.

“We really were made for each other, huh?” Bucky said with a grin and you couldn’t help but beam back at him, nodding along. “Always supposed to find each other no matter what.”

“I’m glad you found me.” You whispered and Bucky let himself lean in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, feeling the weight that always seemed to rest so heavily on his shoulders melt away for the first time since he came back to himself.

“Not leaving you again, I promise.” Bucky murmured as he pulled away and shifted to pull you against him, content to hold you close and let himself enjoy the feeling of being home for the first time in a very long time.

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Scarf (Javi Gutierrez x gn!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 4

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Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x gn!reader

Rating: Teen

Word count: 658

Warnings: Reader can knit (try it, it’s fun!); reader gives Javi a Christmas gift but consider this a secular Christmas; no use of Y/N, no use of gendered pronouns, no physical descriptions of reader; mild angst.

Summary: Once upon a time, your first Christmas gift to Javi was a perfectly imperfect handmade scarf.

He always ended up gazing at your hands while you knitted. 

It was hypnotic, almost: the repetitive little gestures with your clever fingers, the yarn over, yarn under, turn the work; the way you would furrow your brow just so and purse your lips as you counted the stitches. 

The way he always had to suppress a giggle when you swore at whatever you were making, sighing in exasperation. 

Javi could never quite grasp how you managed it without looking. He asked about that, once, when you were cosied up beside him on his long couch, blanket over your knees, knitting away while your eyes were trained on Paddington 2 playing on the TV. 

“It’s muscle memory by now,” you’d explained. “I learn the pattern, I memorise what I need to, and then I can tell by touch what the next stitch is and should be. It’s just a matter of practice - anyone could do it.”

Javi shook his head, still transfixed by your hands working busily away. “It’s not practice, mi amor. It’s your magic.”

For your first Christmas gift to him, you’d made him a scarf. Soft merino yarn, a relatively simple pattern, in a beautiful shade of cornflower blue that you knew would look perfect against his beautiful olive skin and dark hair. 

You knew there were a few mistakes in it - a repeated purl stitch when it should have been a knit, a dropped stitch here and there that you’d had to patch in a little clumsily. But every stitch was invested with care and meaning, a manifestation of your desire to keep him warm, safe, and know that he was loved.

You had even found a little woven label that you hand-stitched onto the back of the scarf, stating simply: Made With Love.

When he opened the gift box, Javi’s eyes twinkled as he took out the scarf and ran his fingers carefully over the knitted fabric, taking in every detail. 

“It’s not perfect, Javi, and it’s a far cry from your cashmere scarves, but it will keep you warm when it’s cold, and I thought the colour would -”

He stopped you by cradling your face in his hands and kissing you over and over as he murmured his thanks. He picked up the scarf and draped it around his elegant throat, closing his eyes happily as he felt its warmth and softness on his skin.

“It is the most beautiful thing in the world. Apart from you, that is.”

Javi is greeted with the spectre of freezing, early morning London fog when he pulls back the curtains in his hotel room. He shivers reflexively, and goes to the wardrobe to find his warmest clothes for that day’s round of meetings. A grey turtleneck, a thermal undershirt, a charcoal suit, and his perfectly-cut houndstooth woollen overcoat. Perfect.

The sight of the scarf nestled alongside his socks in one of the hotel room drawers stops him in his tracks for a moment. He reaches down and runs his hand over its careful stitching, like he did the day you gave it to him.

So long ago, now, and so hard to understand what had transpired in the time since.

Some winters he cannot look at it, let alone wear it. But there is something inviting in its sturdy warmth today, something that whispers to him of comfort and joy.

Javi turns to the full length mirror and takes in his reflection. 

He is well put-together, but incomplete.

He drapes the scarf around his neck, fingering the little tag as he appraises himself again. 

Made With Love.

For a moment, he feels whole again.

#a merry fic-mas #holiday fic calendar #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x gn!reader #javi gutierrez fanfiction #tuwomt #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedrostories #pedro pascal

[cattyanon]

Another Sonic Prime AU

Well then I suppose I am obligated to share if you're staring that intently! :)

To preface my explanation I would like to state that Shadow can traverse through the Shatterspaces on account of how else are they gonna get home? There is a catch though. That being that it becomes draining to stay in a Shatterspace for too long. He can stay in one maybe like a day or two but if he doesn't return to the void and rest there he risks the same potential fate canon Sonic risks at the end of season 3.

Anyways, infodump about Sonic's situation below:

So instead of him starting in New Yoke he's pretty obviously started in Boscage Maze. He comes hurtling out of the sky and before he can regain any bearings he slams head-first into a tree that happens to be situated in a place where he then drops into the Scavenger's territory.

As you can probably imagine, the scavengers do not take kindly to his presence. They find him passed out and tie him up for questioning. And when he does wake up he's extremely confused and has no idea what's happening- even more unable to answer any and all questions they might have than in canon. They (mostly Prim) don't take kindly to his confusion 'act' and accuse him of trying to come and steal from them but failing miserably and injuring himself in the process. Eventually Prim decides to have Gnarly throw him over the edge WHILE STILL TIED UP and tells him something along the lines of "if you live then maybe you'll gain a little more respect".

Literally the only reason he comes out relatively unscathed is because he instinctively curls into a ball as a defense mechanism. It kinda hurts due to the bindings but it works- he lives. He then manages to free himself and, in true Sonic fashion, has this inexplicable urge to run once he regains his bearings. But he doesn't get too far because without any limiters the Prism energy inside him is prone to bubbling up and eventually spilling out in a way that starts to burn up his shoes.

Not knowing what else to do he goes into survival mode. He doesn't know how he knows some of things he does but he's thankful for it regardless. Then comes a pivotal turning point in the plot...

He saves these baby flickies from a giant wild cat (i assume there's probably more than giant flickies in Boscage Maze that we just didn't get to see) by taking a hit for them in his panic to protect them and as it happens, the parents saw the whole thing. They come swooping and chase off the giant and, appreciative of him saving their babies, decide to help nurse him back to health. Since this is Sonic he does recover faster than your average mobian but it's definitely not Shadow levels of fast.

By the end of him recovering he's hesitant to leave them. They'd been the only ones to show him compassion so far and it's not like he really knew anything about where he was. So when they attempt to nudge him back into the wild he makes it very obvious that he wants to stay with them. And having bonded while he was recovering, the flickies are like "okay fine you can stay" in their own bird way.

And since I like angst there's quite a few things that happen to him before Shadow finds him, with the most notable one being how the Prism energy effects him since he doesn't have limiters/regulators to keep them at bay.

Since the Shatterspaces are heavily implied to be made up of Prism energy in some way and that in canon his shoes and gloves adapted to the world he was in, something similar happens. But unlike canon he has no way to suppress it. So instead of just changing his shoes and gloves it starts to effect him physically. And adapting to his surroundings, he takes on giant flicky-like qualities. Up to a certain length his hands and feet become more bird-like and his arms develop giant flight feathers. He doesn't get a beak but now most of his teeth are sharp fangs and he's got that little pattern on his face that Birdie has. To top it off he's grown a few feet and has the ability to control plants to a small extent.

And although this isn't because of the Prism energy, it's worth noting that his time spent with the giant flickies has rubbed off on him in that he learns how to communicate with/understand them and might have developed a few bird-like habits that I need to think on. (if anybody knows any interesting bird specific habits do tell) He also becomes a Mangey-like situation where he doesn't really know how to speak anymore (except bird noises) and has very feral tendencies.

And then Shadow comes along and has to not only deal with trying to put their world back together with Sonic the way he is but when their world DOES get put back together he's also going to have to deal with explaining Sonic's situation and help reintegrate him into society since he's the only one he feels inclined to trust besides Tails.

As a side note he very much does not like Rouge, Knuckles, and Amy in that order due to his not so good experiences with their Boscage variants.

#sonic #sonic au #sonic prime au #now i need a name #how about a placeholder one for now: #Boscage amnesiac sonic au #yeah that'll do

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Banister

DRLAMP (Dom Janus, Remus, Virgil, Patton, and Roman, Sub Logan)

Warnings: Bondage, Edging, Overstimulation, Degradation/Humiliation

Read it on AO3!

Virgil's left his fellow sides a surprise waiting in his spot at the bottom of the stairs.

“Andddd there.” Virgil finished tucking the last bit of the rope into itself. For the past half hour, he had been perched by the stairs, weaving the intricate knots around the banister of his typical lounging spot. Oh, and Logan. He was also just tying Logan to the staircase.

The side in question had been sitting naked on the floor with his legs and thighs bound together by a separate rope. He had diamond-like figures cutting across his hips and torso, with a pair of twin ropes looping through the ring in his collar. Those went over his shoulders and secured his body to the railing. His hands were wrapped up in a cuff tie above his head and just over the banister’s raised newels. The best part, in Virgil’s opinion, was that the ball gag that rested in Logan’s mouth was tied to the stairs as well, keeping his head in place as a trail of drool began to run down his chin.

Virgil kneeled down to Logan’s level, examining all of the ties once more, as well as letting his hands wander across his partner’s body, “I think I’m done here. You’re gonna sit here until I decide you’re done or you color out. And I told everyone that you’re down here, so be a good boy and let them use you, okay?”

Logan nodded as much as he could manage. Virgil ruffled his hair and dug a hand into his pocket, retrieving a small device with a button that when pressed would alert Virgil to come get him, “Use this if we need to stop. Love you, L, have fun today.”

He slipped the device into Logan’s hand and jogged back upstairs to his room, leaving Logan to sit and stew.

For a while, it was just Logan by himself. He closed his eyes and let his head rest against the post he’d been tied to, thinking about who’d be the first to find him, what they’d do to him, how long he’d be in this position if nothing went wrong. He got lost in thoughts of pleasure, knowing that like this he was just an object for the sides to enjoy. His cock stirred at these thoughts, pressing against his stomach as he grew more aware of the rope against his skin whenever he shifted slightly. He sighed through his nose, content in his arousal.

It was roughly 15 minutes after Virgil left that he heard footsteps heading his way from above. He opened his eyes, trying to spot them out of the corner of his eye to no avail. He felt the vibrations from someone descending stop about half-way, before they cautiously crept forward.

“Oh, Logan, what did you get yourself into?” Roman suddenly appeared before him, taking in the sight for himself. He got closer, cupping Logan’s cheek with his hand and examining him. He let out a low whistle as he looked at the knots securing him down before chuckling as he met Logan’s eyes, “Virgil told us you’d be free to use for the day but I had assumed he’d allow you to at least walk around. A shame, really, since I can’t quite bend you over and fuck you now, hm?”

Logan whined behind the gag. He thought Virgil was being nice by indulging in this fantasy of his, but as soon as Roman pointed out that fact it felt more like discipline than a reward. He tried to buck his hips up in search of stimulation but was restricted by the rope.

“You poor things, are you really that desperate already?” Roman said, looking down at Logan’s leaking cock, “Let me make sure your owner knows.”

He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of Logan’s desperate state. He grinned as he sent them to Virgil.

Roman

[Photo was sent]

Your pet is looking like he’s about to burst just from your ropework

Virgil

[Liked a photo]

Tease him for me?

Roman

Already planned on it ;)

Roman looked down at Logan, deciding to take out his own length and give it a few pumps, “Fuck, you look absolutely stunning like that darling. As soon as you’re untied, I’m going to ravish you.” He kept stroking, getting off at Logan’s pathetic state, “going to make love to you till you’re completely spent, have you worship me and tell me how good I make you feel,” Roman dipped his fingers into the drool running down his chin and used it as lube, now making slick sounds as he rubbed his cock in front of Logan, “I wouldn’t gag you, even though you look positively adorable, I want to hear you scream my name.”

Logan looked up and watched him jerk himself off, taking in every ounce of praise. He wanted that so bad. He craved more of Roman’s touch and tugged at the rope but couldn’t do any more than whine and squirm. 

“So gorgeous, such a good boy, oh- fuck I’m close-” Roman groaned as he pumped his length quicker and quicker. He thrusted into his fist and finally came across Logan’s body with a moan. He stood for a moment just catching his breath, before tucking himself back in his pants and pressing a chaste kiss to Logan’s forehead, “That was good, love. You look so good here.”

Before he left, Roman took one last photo of Logan covered in his cum and sent that to the groupchat with all of the sides. He pocketed it and headed off to the kitchen to grab something to replenish his energy.

And so Logan was once again left alone, the cum beginning to cool and dry on his stomach and chest. He was painfully hard from watching Roman get off but couldn’t get any relief in this position, he’d have to pray that the next side to see him would pity him enough to use his cock.

However, he heard the distinct click of Janus’ boots coming his way and knew that he would be granted no such mercy. Janus loved to play the mean dom completely in control of his sub’s every action. He’s held Logan in chastity for weeks at a time before, and it was rare he received pleasure without earning it first in their scenes. Logan recalled the time he was in a similar position as right now, but instead of tied to the staircase it was at the foot of Janus’ bed, sitting there for what felt like hours before he’d so much as even been spoken to.

The clicks became louder as Janus descended, keeping a steady pace until he arrived at Logan. He looked up at the man, who in return glanced down with a menacing glare. Without a word he took the tip of his boot and nudged Logan’s cock with it, uttering a single word as he did.

“Pathetic.”

Logan whimpered behind the gag at the touch. He pleaded with his eyes, every thought behind them begging for something. 

Janus bit his cheek, thinking about all sorts of ways he could use the man in front of him. A more interesting idea sparked in his brain suddenly, causing him to slot his boot further under Logan’s form.

“Go on, I know you’re desperate.” Janus hummed down at him. Logan didn’t question the action, instead he mentally thanked whatever forces that influenced Janus as he thrusted against the leather. Sitting here, tied the way he was, meant he had absolutely no control over his pleasure, and he would take any relief he could get, no matter how degrading of an action this was. He ground down as muffled groans and whines from behind his gag sounded. Though his action was limited, he found himself grinding to a decent rhythm, moaning as pre leaked from his tip. 

It was over all too soon. Janus had stepped away and removed the stimulation on his cock. He whined and tried to chase the feeling but couldn’t manage with his bindings. Janus leaned down and took his face in between his thumb and index finger, looking into his begging eyes, “You’ll be cleaning up your mess when you’re done here, slut. If you do a decent enough job I might let you please me.”

With that he let go and stepped over to the couch, promptly laying down and clicking on the television. 

From where Logan had been placed he could see whatever the other turned on, at least there was something to occupy his mind. Soon, Roman joined Janus on the couch with a snack in hand. The two cuddled while rewatching Our Flag Means Death, a show that Logan found himself loving despite the gross historical inaccuracies when it came to real piracy. Despite this, he could hardly focus on the scene currently playing with Roman and Janus bickering over minute details.

“All I’m saying is that they should’ve just given into that dude’s wish to be a pirate and then maybe they would have the whole british navy after them.” Roman pouted.

“They would’ve had the whole navy after them anyway, Roman, they’re pirates during the height of the age of piracy.”

“I don’t care, I just think it would have been an easier solution!”

“Oh, yes, god forbid plots have any problems in them. Every TV show should just have happy characters with no problems at all that would be so interesting.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Roman rolled his eyes, “What do you think, Logan?”

Logan looked confused when he heard his name. Were they honestly expecting him to answer? He couldn’t even give them so much as a shrug right now so he sat in silence, only being able to offer a whine. The two on the couch laughed at his attempt to respond. 

“Thanks for your input, Logan, we always have the best conversations.” Janus smirked.

“Oh, don’t be so mean, Jan, you know he wouldn’t have much to say like that anyway.” Roman added, getting up to mess with him, “Look at him, he’s too worked up right now to have a coherent thought.”

Logan tried to retort behind the gag but was unfortunately too muffled to be understood. He knit his brow in frustration and looked up at Roman.

“That’s ok, honey, you don’t need to speak when you’re just our toy for today.” Roman scratched his head a few times before heading up the stairs, “I’ll be back later, I’m off to the imagination!”

Logan sighed as he left, his attention returning to the show that was playing. After another episode ended, he heard soft snoring coming from Janus’ direction. Great, he’d fallen asleep. He debated clicking for Virgil to wake Janus up so he wouldn’t wreck his back from a couch nap, but decided against it. He’d just have to deal.

Another hour passed, Logan able to keep track of time a bit better with the television on, when more footsteps descended the stairs. He found himself being patted on the head gently by Patton, who cooed at him as he did.

“Aww, Logie, who did this to you?” He asked, knowing exactly who, but choosing to baby the side, “You poor thing, you need my help, don’t you?”

Logan nodded desperately, whining behind the gag. This earned a shush from Patton, “uh-uh baby, Janus is sleeping over there, I need you to be quiet and not wake him up. You can do that for me, right?”

Logan nodded again and cast his eyes down towards his cock. He wasn’t as hard as before, but he was starting to become aroused again at the prospect of Patton touching him.

“Shhhh, I know honey,” Patton whispered as he knelt down next to him, “I bet they’ve been so mean to you, teasing you and just making you sit here all day, I’ll help you.”

Patton’s hands glided down to his thighs, running his hands over the ropework gently. He admired the sight of Logan in such a vulnerable position for a moment before going to his length and starting to stroke him. Logan gasped as he was touched, trying to hold back his noises and failing. Little whimpers came from the back of his throat as Patton ran his palm over the head of his cock. He groaned behind the gag, causing Patton to slow down.

Patton looked over to the couch to see Janus stirring from his slumber. He looked at Logan with a stern expression, “I want to get you off but you gotta be quiet Lo-Lo. If you can't be then I’ll have to make you be quiet and I won't be able to help, mkay?”

This was so unfair! Logan couldn’t control his noises, not like this! He whined, trying to convince Patton to just make it quick so he wouldn’t wake anyone. He bucked his hips into his hand and hoped he’d understand. Unfortunately, he didn’t get through to him, and the hand was removed.

“Sorry, Logie, you’re too loud.” Patton pouted, “Hold on, I think I know a way to keep you quiet.”

Patton stood up and surprisingly removed his gag, unclasping the mechanism behind Logan’s head. His jaw ached from having it in so long. Patton didn’t let him go without something in his mouth too long, however, as he immediately unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He slid into Logan's open mouth until every inch was inside and the other’s nose was pressed against his happy trail. Logan couldn’t make noise if he was taking his cock.

He held Logan there for a moment before pulling out a little and thrusting back in. He gripped his hair and moved him over his dick again and again, Logan loving every second of this. Patton thrusted over and over until he felt himself getting close, at which point he pulled out so only the tip rested in Logan’s mouth and he fisted his cock till he was climaxing. Logan tried to swallow what he could but most of it ended up running down his chin and dripping down to his chest, adding to the mess Roman left earlier.

Patton sat beside Logan, resting his head against the other’s shoulder and sitting in the afterglow for a moment. He collected himself and took two fingers, sticking them in Logan’s mouth to keep him quiet. His hand started working over Logan’s cock again, stroking him fast and clumsily. Logan let him finger-fuck his mouth happily, still effectively silencing him while he felt himself grow closer to the edge. He couldn’t even warn Patton before he was coming over his hand. He was worked through his orgasm finally, causing him to slump against the stairs.

After Patton wiped the mess on Logan’s stomach, he gave him a kiss on the cheek and stood, “There, bet that feels better, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm” Logan slurred, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome honey.” Patton smiled. He looked over to the couch to see Janus sitting up, “Oh, Jan, you’re awake, sorry-”

“Don’t be, you didn’t wake me.”

“We didn’t?”

“No,” Janus stood and stretched, “Well, I woke up when you came down, but I saw the whole thing.”

Patton blushed slightly, “Oh, wanna turn with him?”

“No thank you, I already had my fun plus I suspect-”

A loud slam sounded above and thunderous footsteps came from upstairs. At the top of the staircase stood Remus in all his glory (naked) with a box of objects in his arms. He barreled down the stairs.

“My turn my turn my turn my turn~!” He shouted as he jumped down the last two steps and nearly knocked over Patton, who luckily moved out of the way to avoid him.

“I think that’s my cue to leave, I’m gonna go have a shower,” Patton said, “Wanna join me, Janny?”

“Sure,” he said, passing Remus and Logan, “Don’t play too rough, Remus, I’ll need him after this.”

“No promises!” Remus called back with a demented grin. He threw the box on the ground next to Logan, “I’m gonna have fun with you.”

Some time later, Remus had Logan exactly as he wanted him. His gag was secured around his head again, he’d put a thick vibrator in Logan’s ass and one around his cock, providing constant stimulation. He’d already come twice from the one in his ass alone and was almost coming dry when Remus put the additional one on him. The other was currently jerking off to the sight, saying crude things to Logan.

“You look so delicious, nerd, I’m gonna cover you in your own cum and then lick all of it up. At least till you’re coming completely dry. I think you still got a few left in you though!”

Remus surged forward to bite just below the collar Logan was sporting. He sucked at the delicate skin until bruises formed and proceeded to litter his neck with the marks. Logan whimpered as another pathetic orgasm washed over him, causing him to leak another burst of come onto his stomach. He was so sensitive from overstimulation he didn’t even notice Remus adding to his painted stomach. He was crying from too many sensations assaulting every pleasurable spot on his body, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.

Finally, Remus had stopped the vibrators and removed them from Logan’s body. Logan immediately slumped in his bonds, exhausted from everything the other put him through. Remus unfastened the gag, allowing him a moment to pant and get his breath back. He didn’t even feel him run his fingers across the mess on his stomach until the come covered fingers had been shoved into his mouth. They weren't removed until they’d been completely cleaned.

Logan sighed when the digits left his mouth, “I thought you said that you-”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s more fun when I make you clean it up. Now open wide Logie!” Remus continued to make him clean up the come across his body until he was satisfied, “Good slut! Virge outta wrap you up like a sexy present every day. Oh! Speak of the emo!”

Virgil slumped down to the two naked men, “Hey. What’d I miss?”

“I don’t know about the other’s but we certainly had some fun, huh Lo?”

Logan was just happy to see Virgil after the day he’d had, “If fun constitutes overstimulating me to the point of exhaustion nearly then, yes, we had fun.”

“Sounds like it to me. C’mon, let’s take care of you.” Virgil said, starting to undo the knots holding up Logan’s hands, “You staying for the aftercare, Rem, or are you good?”

“Actually I have a shower I think I’d like to crash,” Remus snickered, “Have fun with that.”

Virgil fondly rolled his eyes and began the process of untying Logan and caring for him. He made sure to massage the other’s muscles and joints, showering him in praise as he did. Once Logan was free, Virgil carried him upstairs and into his own room, where a bath had been drawn with soothing lavender salts dissolved into the water. Off to the side was some water and snacks to help him get back to himself.

“Did you have a good time today?” Virgil asked, pouring warm water over Logan’s hair to rinse out the shampoo he’d massaged in earlier.

“Mhm.”

“Do you wanna cuddle and let me feed you some of the crofter’s hamantashen Patton made after the bath?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you just going nonverbal right now?”

“Mhm.”

Virgil chuckled as he smoothed back Logan’s hair, “Okay, L, let me just take care of you.”

Soon enough, Logan was dried off and slipped into fresh pajamas. The promised pasties were fed to him as he settled down into a warm bed, Virgil sitting behind him. 

“Did you want to talk now?”

“Yes, I’m just extremely exhausted.” Logan took another bite of the treats offered to him.

“Understandable. Anything that didn’t work or that you’d wanna do again?”

“Mm…” Logan thought, “My arms were becoming sore towards the end, and I grew bored when someone wasn’t with me. Could I have headphones next time with music?”

“Next time?”

“I almost came from just grinding against Janus’ boots. Of course I want to do it again. Which reminds me, once I’ve recovered I have a feeling he’ll need me for some personal time.”

Virgil laughed and pulled Logan closer, “Well, there’s always tomorrow.”

#jamming out #not safe for sanders #nsfs drlamp #nsfs analogical #fics

[mooshkat]

kinktober day 10+11, fucking machine and sensory deprivation

Carlos looks so pretty when he's like this, TK thinks. He watches his husband squirm on their bed, tugging uselessly at the ropes tying him down as TK plays with the controls to the fucking machine he'd set up for Carlos.

It's not quite at the highest setting, but there is one of their larger dildos attached to it, one that TK typically favors because it leaves him absolutely aching for most of the next day. 

They have the weekend to themselves without the worry of work, their shifts lining up finally after a few weeks of barely seeing each other. They've already been at this for over an hour, almost two.

There's a blindfold hiding his husband's beautiful eyes and the silk soaks up the tears spilling as Carlos is pushed past the point of overstimulation. He thrashes his head, chest stuttering on a whine as TK turns the machine down to a gentler pace.

They've decided not to use the earplugs tonight, but it doesn't matter as the mechanics of the machine masks TK's light footsteps as he walks around the bed. He stops at Carlos' waist and brushes his thumb over the remote, stopping the machine completely for a moment.

Carlos' panting is the only noise in the room now, and TK watches him as it takes a few moments for him to calm down. His husband's stomach and chest are both messy from the two orgasms he's slowly pulled out of him from the fucking machine, and he's aiming for a third before they're done.

Smirking, TK reaches out and brushes his finger over the tip of Carlos' cock, smearing precome over the head. Instead of wrapping his hand around him like Carlos' so desperately wants, with the way he jerks at the first touch and tries to arch up into TK's hand, he drags his fingers down the length, scratching his nails lightly across the overly sensitive skin. 

He wonders how it feels for Carlos, with his sight blocked and relying only on touch, sound, and smell.

With his other hand, he turns the machine back on to a rough pace.

Carlos cries out and he yanks hard on the ropes as he tries to get away from the sudden, overwhelming sensations. He doesn't drop the bell clenched tightly in his fist, though, so TK keeps playing with him even as Carlos' entire body begins to tremble.

"You're doing so good, baby, just a little while longer," he praises, so proud of how long Carlos has managed to go tonight. 

It's been long enough since they've played like this that TK was initially worried about accidentally pushing him too far, but Carlos had helped soothe those worries before they started the scene. The second it got to be too much, he would drop the bell.

His husband moans brokenly and tilts his chin up, silently asking for a kiss. TK knows how well touch can ground him when the overwhelming feelings can tip on the bad side of the scale, and he readily gives that to him.

He slides his hand up Carlos' torso and stops at his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat against his palm as he leans down to claim his mouth. Carlos does more panting into TK's mouth than actual kissing, but that's okay.

TK brushes his nose against Carlos', more than happy to let him take all the time he needs. He rubs his thumb soothingly over sweat soaked skin, humming quietly. "Do you think you can go one more time, baby? Or do you want to stop?"

Carlos shakes his head and his determination, as tired and shaky as it is, makes TK smile and brush his hands through his curls. "N-No, I'm good, I'm green. Promise." 

He bites his lip then, an anxious tick that TK has tried and tried to train him out of. Carlos catches himself almost as soon as he does it and stops, so TK doesn't say anything.

"I want to—" his breath hitches and his legs try to close and squeeze his thighs together, but the green rope tied intricately around them stops the movement and he whines. "I don't want the machine anymore, I want your cock, Tyler, please."

With such pretty begging, who is TK to say no to that? He turns off the machine and Carlos sighs in relief as it stops its relentless pounding. "Of course, baby. Let me move this out of the way real quick, okay?"

TK gently eases the dildo out of Carlos' ass and fuck, he reaches out before he can think about it and presses his thumb against the puffy rim, pushing in and watching the way his hole gapes around it.

"God, you're so fucking wet, Carlos," TK groans. He had been extra generous with the lube when they started this, and it had done its job of making the dildo slick and making an absolute mess under Carlos.

Carlos is going to be sore tomorrow, and TK won't be able to resist teasing him.

"Tyler," his husband whines, snapping TK out of his aroused daze. 

He pulls away and goes back to putting the fucking machine to the side, setting it on the floor by the bed to be dealt with later.

(Later, after a short nap with Carlos, he will have forgotten all about the machine when he wakes up and trip over it as soon as he's out of bed.)

After a moment of consideration, TK makes quick work of untying the ropes holding Carlos' legs and rubs the skin around his ankles rubbed slightly raw from all of his squirming.

TK strips out of his boxers and takes his cock in hand, his eyes rolling back at the first touch of relief he's given himself all night.

"You ready, baby? One more and then you can relax."

He settles between Carlos' legs and his husband tries to wrap them around him, but he's worn out and tired now. His head rolls against the pillow and his chest heaves with his harsh breathing.

"Please…"

#tarlos #katie.txt #moosh worbs #funky fungi writing fest #have it a lil early since it's two days fills

[bowiebond]

It’s not every day a trans girl shows you how to suck dick outta solidarity. Steve didn’t really expect it when they tumbled into the back alley of the club, the thrill of being outside of Hawkins still thrumming through his body, making him more drunk than the one drink he managed to get down before distracted by her. She’s fucking gorgeous; long legs, sharp red nails, matching mini skirt and latex crop top. She’s got dark pink curls - he can’t tell if it’s real or a wig, not after the elaborate wigs he saw on some of the women - men? - in there in exaggerated makeup. Her eye makeup was so dark he felt like he was staring into the abyss. It’s kind of terrifyingly hot, and apparently he’s into that.

Steve’s twenty five and very much confirmed in his transition, had been out since senior year, despite the trash talk most people weren’t going to fuck with him, not after his track record of using fists in a fight instead of words.

One thing Steve’s not confirmed in is dick. Even girl dick. So he’s a bit surprised when he feels it against his stomach as she kisses him, a good foot taller in her heels, but he’s throbbing at the difference honestly. Loves how she scraps her nails along his scalp, his eyes rolling back with a groan. He’s pretty sure he’s got most of her red lipstick in his mouth now considering it’s all he can taste along with her fruity cocktail.

“I’ve uh, I’m — I’m trans. Are you—?”

“Huh? Yeah, baby.” She laughs, low and soft. “I guess I don’t have to use my heel against you if this go sideways, hm?”

Steve melts when she takes his earlobe between her teeth.

“Y-yeah,” He groaned. “So, like, are you— fucking me or?”

“Oh honey, I’m a stone cold bottom.” She admits with a sigh.

“Oh.” His face burns a little. “I mean, I would, but like — haven’t invested yet. Unfortunately.” He gestures to his crotch and it makes her snort, giggling against his neck.

“You’re cute.” Not the word he’d use for himself, but who is he to disagree with this obscenely hot Amazon? “Hm…wanna exchange?”

“Exchange?” He blinks a few times, trying to make sense of her words in his jumbled head.

“I’ll go down on you if you go down on me.” That idea is very hot according to downstairs, and he’s totally willing to blow her if it means she’ll eat him out in return.

“I’ve uh—“ Except he’s never done that. He’s only been with girls, and one other trans guy.

“You don’t want to.” She seems a little forlorn but like she expected it as she pulls away.

“I want to!” He quickly assures, pulling her back in by her waist. She moans softly against his temple as her cock presses against his stomach. Steve’s eyes flutter at the sound, trying to keep his wits. “Don’t get me wrong, totally want to, I just…never done it.”

“Sex?”

“No, like…going down on a girl dick. Or any dick.”

“Oooooh.” She’s quiet a long moment and it makes Steve’s stomach squirm. “I can like…teach you. In solidarity, you know?”

That was not what he expected her to say, but it makes him laugh, and he’s nodding before he can even think of what his answer would be.

“Okay. Fuck, okay.” He snickered, and her nails scratch down his chest.

“Quit laughing and get on your knees then, baby.” She giggles and Steve doesn’t find the idea of kneeling in an alleyway appealing, but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and Steve’s not passing it by.

Will he ever use this information again? With his luck in love, probably not. But it’ll be hell of a memory (and a story for Robin).

Honestly, Steve doesn’t expect her to be big. Like…big. He definitely felt the length when she pressed it against his stomach, but she’s genuinely thick and long and oh Steve is fucked.

That shouldn’t make him hornier. He’s fucking trembling with want and it would be embarrassing if not for her nails back against his scalp, destroying him from the outside to his core.

He can still taste her lipstick when he stretches his lips around her, sucking experimentally. Tries to keep his teeth out of the equation. Her hand guides him from the back of his neck, thumbing under his ear, and he’s not sure if he’s supposed to feel relaxed but he’s never felt so.

“Oh, you’re made for this. You’re so sweet, baby.” She moans as he bobs his head, stroking what he can’t fit in his mouth, and it’s not as bad as he imagined it could be. He’s got a sensitive gag reflex, but she’s being gentle, making his world fuzzy, and it’s nice even when tears spring in his eyes and his throat spasms in refusal.

He feels it when her grip tightens, but he doesn’t resist when she pulls him closer, fucks herself deeper into his throat, lashes soaked and cheeks crimson. He can barely swallow with her so deep, can’t breathe, but his brain is swimming in a quiet lake and it’s amazing.

He wondered if she’d take his number if he gave it. He could invest in a strap-on if she prefers to lay back. Hell, he would love to fuck her just so he could get his mouth on her again, feel her nails against his jaw, taste her lipstick.

Yeah. He never gave up that hopeless romantic streak. He’d be thinking of this for months to come no doubt. Worth it.

Totally worth it when she keens and cums down his throat, when she pets his face as she pants and calls him ‘such a good boy’.

She didn’t even have to get between his thighs, the brush of her thumb against his dick, her breath against his cunt, that was enough to finish him off and he’s pretty sure he’s not getting her number after a display like that.

(He’s wrong. He found it in his back pocket the next morning.)

#steve harrington #t4t #sub steve harrington #trans steve harrington

[animeyanderelover]

Can I have yandere hc for devilman crybaby character?

I just went with my two favorites from the show.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, overprotective behavior, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, sabotage, blackmailing, isolation, abduction, violence, death

Yandere Devilman Crybaby Hc's

Fudo Akira

👿 Akira would fall for his darling before being possessed by the demon Amon in which case he'd be a very meek, shy and insecure yet very caring person. Too much of a coward to confess his feelings for his darling, he'd still go to rather questionable lengths at times such as following you around or just in general watching you a lot, eyes averting yours the moment you look at him. It's all he can do as words always fail him and coherent thoughts leave his head when you actually start a conversation with him. His shyness aside, Akira would be a really obsessed individual to the point where it's a bit creepy. He remembers things about you that he overhears others saying, is definitely the type to keep a few things that you might have lost and sometimes even scribbles down the words he can never say in front of you.

👿 After transforming into a Devilman, a few things change for him. With the increase of strength comes an initial wave of cockiness and suddenly he's approaching you far more often than he used too. Suddenly he isn't afraid to casually touch you or brush your hands although it doesn't escalate to something perverted. His possessive side has gone up together with his overprotective traits, especially once demons start lurking around more. He has less hesitation to be more violent and challenge even humans to fights if they get on his nerves by trying to woo you and you always have to stop him. He's stalking you still a lot of course since he's always worried that something might happen to you. I feel like as a human he would have been more oblivious to his unhealthy feelings but as a Devilman he seems to realize that his feelings and his behavior overall have worsened and so he does feel guilt at times.

👿 He cares about those he loves and his darling is the one he cares about most. Even as a human he's always felt jealous though although it was always accompanied by a sense of insecurity since he knew that most people didn't take him that seriously. The insecurities are gone for the most part when he becomes a Devilman and instead the jealousy is suddenly mixed together with a possessive urge to have his s/o for himseld. He's no longer someone who hides behind the corner and watches with clenched fists and a pained heart but instead squeezes himself quite literally in between you and the person who tries to make a move on you, shielding you behind his back and just giving them a withering glare. His appearance alone is all of a sudden very intimidating and once it becomes obvious for everyone that he feels something for you, a lot would think twice before trying to flirt with you again.

👿 As a human he would be weak and obviously scared but would overcome that fear of his every time you'd be in troubles. It might have happened that he got himself beaten up for your sake but saw it as worth it in order to protect you. No one took him serious back then though when he tried to threaten someone but failed miserably. Now, as a Devilam, the situation for Akira has changed significantly though. He's aware that he has become strong and that at times fills his chest with pride since he now can protect you better. He's no longer your shy and weak rabbit that would get scared of everything as he gets into a lot of fights suddenly whenever someone gets on his possessive or overprotective side. Whilst humans manage to spark his possessive side most of the time, demons are instantly associated with danger for you in his mind so he gets rid of them almost all the time.

👿 Abduction is an aspect that could inflict a lot of guilt on him since he knows that it's a morally wrong action. Akira is also a very protective guy though, especially after becoming a Devilman and seeing all the chaos the demons and even humans can create and how easily they can kill others. An abduction would precisely because of his experience and growing paranoia be an action out of a deep-rooted fear to lose you. Akira is still aware that it isn't something he should do but considering the situation he's in right now, he thinks of it as a safety measurement to keep you alive. You might hate him and fear him for finding out what he has become and what he has done to you but he'll take it over you dying and him having been unable to do anything. 

👿 Even if he has grown more cocky and more possessive, he still retains his caring side for you. There are times where he's still easily flustered when in your presence and even if he's now strong, he's also scared of you finding out. His sexual need has increased a lot since becoming a Devilman so it has definitely happened that he masturbated to the thought of his darling for multiple rounds and there is a lingering sense of guilt and shame whenever he has done so. Ryo has known about you for almost as long as Akira has and probably was aware of his friend's crush before Akira was himself. Since Ryo is Ryo, he has teased his friend and you already a lot of times, more than often in somewhat rude and unsettling ways and he's probably all the more interested in seeing the relationship develop after Akira's transformation. Akira trusts his friend obviously but he can't help but keep a closer eye on you and stick closer to you when you're around Ryo. Miki is just very supporting. He’d probably be quite harmless if it wouldn’t be for the fact that his feelings sometimes just take control of him.

Asuka Ryo

👼 Ryo is a major red flag and an absolute menace so staying away from him would be the best choice. However, such fortune is not yours as soon as the man has taken an interest in you. He doesn't perceive it even as love or obsession at first, rather as a curiosity since somehow you caught his eye. Even then he already showcases various signs of obsessive behavior though and a borderline clingy and stalkerish behavior. You often catch him following around, pretty uncaring if he creeps you out by doing so or not. Straightforward and unashamed to ask you intrusive and highly personal questions that he shouldn't have to know about you. It escalates at one point as he hears from your friends and acquaintances that he has even started bothering them about you yet when you call him out for it and threaten him, he doesn't appear to be bothered at all. To your great shock you find out that Ryo always manages to manipulate the situation and talk his way out of any troubles.

👼 Once the young man comes to realize that his obsession has gone pretty far to the point of not being able to go back, he grows very possessive. I'd say he's smart enough to realize that his feelings are not something you'd view as normal nor would most people but he's quite apathetic about it. There's even this sick curiosity to see how this will turn out for both him and you as he's never felt quite that strongly about someone before besides maybe Akira. It's decided then and there though that he won't leave your life again. You bump into him even more than before as the man tries his best to weasle his way into your life, not even above sabotaging your relationship with others in order to get closer to you. He could definitely be cunning enough to hide the greater damage he inflicts on your social life and he does so at times for the sake of appearing more trustworthy in your eyes, sometimes he doesn't seem to care if you know though. He can't deny that he's a bit curious to see if you would be capable of still feeling affection for his true self.

👼 Ryo is confident about himself so I'd wager he's less jealous and instead more possessive about it all. He's definitely the type of Yandere who would love nothing more than have his darling all to himself and he looks quite literally down on everyone you interact with. He's unable to understand their appeal and he's not shy to speak his mind out which is a guarantee to insult whoever you're talking to at the moment. At one point he even spreads rumors that you two are dating and suddenly everyone you hang around with asks you about your boyfriend. You deny it obviously but as soon as he pops up, he's acting more affectionate and denies your cries of outrage of protest as shyness. Even without those rumors people avoid you due to the sheer unnerving eccentricity of Ryo as he makes almost everyone uncomfortable, including you.

👼 His possessive side is already quite bad as he drives away and scares all possibly competition he could have but his generally all but sane behavior makes it all even worse. Ryo is willing to kill everyone and manipulate your entire life if it means that he can keep you. He's fully aware that you'll end up being terrified but he doesn't care as long as he still gets to keep you. He doesn't shy away from killing people nor does he shy away from killing people. Interestingly enough there are times where he drags you willingly into danger only to come and save you at the last minute to force you to rely on him and trust him a bit more although he makes sure that situation can never escalate to the point where you get severely injured though. If you think that this is already quite cruel just wait until He's reverted back to being Satan where he becomes even more uncaring as long as he can keep you.

👼 Ryo is never quite sure whether he wants to imprison you or let you wander around outside although you're still the farthest thing from being free since he always watches you and has even trackers installed on you. So you kind of switch back and forth and it all seriously just depends on his mood. Sometimes he's more curious and wants to observe you in which case you're left to go on outside and do your daily tasks, as good as you can whilst being fully aware of his presence, at other times you're stuck in his expensive mansion where Psycho Jenny keeps an eye out over you when Ryo is busy and feels more possessive. After the destruction of humanity and after revealing his true identity as Satan, he constantly keeps you with him though, especially if we're talking about the scenario where Akira has died on him in which case Satan would be quite devastated and more paranoid to keep you close.

👼 What can be said for sure though is that you have never really a peaceful moment around Ryo. He's always there in your life and always rises some ruckus inside of it to watch in entertainment how you handle the situation at hand. It's quite disturbing how openly he talks with you about his feelings and the things he tends to do in a somewhat giddy tone since he never tells anyone else about it. He fully acknowledges that he makes awful choices in his life and harms and hurts others by doing so but it's all done for his own goals in mind and you just happen to be one goal of his. Once he becomes Satan, his obsession sort of grows as his darling is by that point pretty much the only human alive and his desire to keep them safe and with him only worsens. Akira's death influences that only more as he realizes how much he loved him and cared about him and in return only holds tighter onto you.

#yandere devilman crybaby #yandere dmcb #yandere akira #yandere fudo akira #yandere ryo #yandere asuka ryo #yandere satan

[serialkirah]

i'd like to tell a story that not a lot of people in my life know about

it's about how the anti-trans movement and a family business ruined my relationship with my grandparents.

so, i'll start at the beginning, and i'll try to make it brief, but it's all kind of important.

my grandfather started a business when i was born, in 1997. it took quite a few years until it took off. it was a lot of hard work. i won't say exactly what it is, because then this post loses it's anonymous touch, but it's a farm that sells something unique (not weed, ok).

when i was growing up, i begged my grandfather to work there. i wanted to make money, and i wanted to spend the summers at my grandparent's house. they finally let me work there when i was 12.

back then, i was a little girl in a workplace dominated by men. there were porn calendars in the lunch room, even. i fell behind a lot, as most of the men working there were tanks, but i liked doing my part as there were really only four of us back then. i worked every summer.

i liked spending time with my grandparents. my grandfather even back when i was a kid always had white hair - the stress of running this farm sucked all the pigment out of his hair. he has a dark skinned tone, a gruff look about him, and he's fairly short (as the rest of his family, myself included). he's the type of guy who loves being outdoors; clearing the land, hunting, fishing, tapping maples, landscaping - that kind of thing.

my grandmother has always had dark brown hair, and even now looks fairly young for a grandmother. she keeps her hair shoulder length, usually tucked into a ponytail, wears the same black tshirt and capri pants or blue jeans almost everyday, and she's always been into interior design, decorating, flower arrangement, crafting and gardening.

i loved doing things together with them. i could be outside all day burning grass with my grandfather, then spend the evening painting furniture with my grandmother.

my manager at the farm was my uncle, my grandparents son. he was my favourite person, and he was such a great boss. he was this tall, big guy who always wore a leather vest, black t-shirt, and ripped cut off blue jeans and these huge black boots. he was a metalhead, so intelligent, and effortlessly funny and charming. i grew up without my dad in my life, and at some points during my childhood, my mom and him lived in the same building and shared a car, so he's always been someone i was close to. in 2007, he had a baby, and at some point, since my baby cousin and i were always together, i had begun calling him "dad" - i even called my own mom "auntie" a lot! not all the time, just when i talked to my cousin. he's sort of a sibling, more than a cousin.

as the years went by, my uncle relied on me even more. i became his assistant and began helping him with the business side of the farm. my grandfather sat me down when i was about 16 and asked if i'd like to take over the farm. his son didn't want to take it over, and i seemed competent and interested. i decided to go to college for this very niche industry, and to do that i had to go away to the only college in my country which had a program dedicated to it.

the year i left for college, my uncle died from a heart attack. my whole family was devastated, my cousin was left without a father, and my grandparents never really got over it. he was their golden boy, the guy they relied on to run the complicated side of their business, and it took a toll on their personal lives as well as their business. my grandparents took custody of my cousin.

it was difficult to overcome the deep depression i experienced after his death, and i even neglected my studies that year. it was like losing a parent to me. if it wasn't for the friends i made in college, i probably would have had a much harder time. but i obtained a graduate certificate in 2019, in the end.

around this time, i also came out to my grandparents as transgender. i was starting my transition from female to male, and i wanted them to be aware it was happening. i've been out to them since 2017, and to my other friends and immediate family i've been out since 2014. they took it like the average grandparent would, confused and uneducated, but they managed to swallow their opinions and accepted that it was going to happen. it did involve me striking for a few months, but they eventually needed my help when the pandemic started, and they asked me to come back to the farm. i assumed the position of manager. i moved into company housing, just down the road from work, and began working full time.

it was a difficult adjustment to become assistant manager to a manager that had passed away and didn't leave instructions. even though i had gone to school for this specific industry, i hadn't gone to school for business administration, so i was essentially taking over business duties with no training. i had to teach myself a lot, or learn from other colleagues. my grandfather was a knowledgeable man in business and farming practices, for sure, but when it came to technology, accounting, traceability, compliance, human resources, auditing, inventory, resource management; he needed help. even though i became his right hand man during this time, running the business alone for a few years took a severe toll on his health and in the beginning of 2020, he was diagnosed with cancer.

he had to take an extended break while he was receiving treatment. and i was there to take over his duties. even before he took a break, i was doing everything from audit prep to inventory tracking, environmental data collection to representing the company at conferences, media appearances to health and safety training, guided tours to project management. now, i was also in charge of all daily operations, scheduling, communication, and a team of eleven people. on top of that, i joined a board of directors for an association related to my farm. the very business that turned my grandfather's hair white in just a few short years was now turning my own hair white at 23.

that's all to say - i think i was doing very well. my coworkers and i got along very well, and everything always moved smoothly. but enough was never enough for my grandparents, and i was constantly berated for everything i did.

i think the stress of losing their son with the addition of the cancer diagnosis caused a negative change in my grandparents. over the course of three years, the same people who i loved spending every summer with became aggressive, argumentative, sarcastic, mean-spirited. i started spending more time at my own place rather than eating supper with them almost every night. i skipped afternoon coffee and long talks with my grandmother, because i couldn't stand listening to her increasingly manic religious rants about how nobody has morals these days, they just do whatever they want. i stopped talking about anything other than work with my grandfather, because he started becoming increasingly aggressive and indignant whenever he wasn't caught up on daily activities at the farm, and especially so when i had everything handled correctly. he was able to overcome his cancer, and was declared cancer free. he decided to rebuild his house, so he still took time off, but would still come to the farm to get angry about this or that.

i was becoming so stressed that i would call my mother every other day to seek advice. i started to wonder if my grandfather was ever going to retire and let me run the business without his constant surveillance and micromanaging. i was so stressed that i started psychotherapy to attempt to balance both my emotions and career.

then, i fell in love with the girl that worked at my local coffee shop. i had asked her to hang out as friends at first, but she was the one who kissed me first. we began dating in january of 2023, and she changed everything. she was there to help me understand that getting screamed at everyday for unimportant things wasn't normal. that working 7 days a week for three years with no days off wasn't healthy. that forbidding me to take time off to see my friends, do anything fun, or even spend my free time making art was incredibly fucked up.

finally, in the spring of 2023, my grandfather dropped a bomb on me one day. i had mentioned to him that i was doing really well with the mutual aid program i created for trans youth, and how i'm working with a lgbt youth group in town, and like a man possessed, he began spouting off about transgender people. yeah, i just don't like those transgender people. those men are always cheating by winning women's sports. and they beat women up did you know that? if women don't let them into the bathroom they beat those women up. they go in there and rape women and kids.

i was shell shocked by this outburst. i had never heard this opinion from him, and it was as if he had this whole rant locked and loaded, ready to spring up when given the opportunity. where did this come from? i asked. it's all over the news, i've seen videos on youtube, it's all true. there was no convincing him. even when i tried to appeal to common sense, or share an empathetic viewpoint. but you know, i'm transgender. obviously, not all trans people are the same. i don't do any of those things, and of all the trans people i know, none of them do that either. i think what you're watching is propaganda. but he insisted that this was real life, and ended up walking away grumbling about it.

i cried to my girlfriend that night. i was reaching a limit that i couldn't exceed. she held me and suggested that maybe i should walk away. i should save up my money, and i could go back to school, and i could do something i enjoyed. i was comforted, i agreed, and i began to plan my escape.

not even two weeks later, my grandfather burst into my office again, and asked, what's all this he/they shit? at first, i was a bit confused about what he meant, but then i realized, ah, you mean my personal pronouns that i use?

he looked so angry, and he had this crazed, unrecognizable look in his eyes - the type of look he would give to people who hurt his family. it terrified me. yeah, whatever, it's in your emails, take that shit off of there, it doesn't belong in business emails. i could feel my anger rising, and my throat felt tight, but i still managed to say it's my email signature, so that when people call me or address me, it's the way i want them to, just like my first name. it's not a big deal, everyone does it. you don't have to have one with your email signature, but i include mine because it's important for communication.

i don't give a shit. you're a she, your name is -----, you do that on your own time, but you need to be professional. take it off your emails. i stared back, shocked and honestly frightened. i could say yes, i'll take my pronouns off my emails, then i could apologize and continue working there. but something in myself would die.

no, i said.

no? he repeated.

no, and this conversation is over. i closed my laptop and brushed past him. he sputtered and screamed at me to take it off my emails, but i ignored him and went home.

i discussed it with my therapist, my girlfriend, my mother, and my sister. i decided to suggest therapy to them. three days later, i sat both my grandparents and my mother down. we were outside, sitting on a patio set facing each other.

i tried to talk about what happened, and after hearing the way they ranted about transgender people, how they were bad people, how they were sinning, how they didn't want pronouns in their business, how i was ruining their business by doing so, how i was using them in order to gain more support for my mutual aid that helps trans youth, and how i'm not respecting them, i suggested family therapy. they rejected the idea, and became even more indignant.

i stressed that forbidding me to use my proper pronouns and my correct name (which was a legal name), was against the law, and they said they didn't give a shit about the law. what are you going to do, sue your own grandparents? my grandmother scoffed at me. no, but if i was anybody else that you were doing this to, they could sue you, and they would win. at this, she got up from her seat and began ranting about how disrespectful i was being to my grandparents. she grabbed my wrist and yanked me around while she yelled, and raised her hand to smack me.

now, i want to pause here and explain something. obviously, this is an extreme reaction. it's also a common reaction from my grandparents during arguments. i know some may baulk at the idea of your grandparents or parents using corporal punishment, but it was a common thing, and sadly, it is part of a larger issue - intergenerational trauma caused by residential schools. i don't think i've mentioned it yet, but my family and i are native.

much of my family grew up in the residential school system, a schooling system ran by the catholic church and the canadian government for indigenous children. this system was mandatory, and parents who tried to hide their children were punished by the law. it's main purpose was cultural genocide, and the nuns and priests that ran the school physically, sexually and emotionally abused native children. many kids died from experimentation, neglect, malnutrition, unsuitable living spaces and were also murdered. the rate of death at these schools were so high that they had cemeteries on site, and many children were buried in unmarked graves. in that environment, my great grandparents survived those schools with many wounds, and had their own children sent to these schools. this is also where my grandparents went to school. they didn't need to send their own children there as they moved away to the city in the late 70s. but even some of my mother's friends had gone to residential school. in that regard, my grandparents have been deeply damaged by the system and by their upbringing. they're emotionally stunted, they resort to screaming instead of communicating, and their last resort is to lash out, sometimes physically. it's not right, by any means, but i just want you to understand that there is more under the surface.

back to my grandmother. she's ready to strike me, she's got my wrist, and i've just had enough of this. the way they've responded so far is beyond unreasonable, and any call to common sense is lost on them.

i slowly slackened my arm away from her personal space and into mine, opened my palms in a relaxed way, and pulled them behind my head softly until she let go, then put my hands in my lap and softened my face, and said, hey, let's stay in our seats. she knew that i was attempting to de-escalate the situation, felt insulted, and lashed out verbally instead. she jabbed a finger in my direction and spat, you trans people are all the same.

with that last sentence in mind, i turned to my mother, who had sat silently in tears the entire time. i don't think this is going to work, i said to her.

then why don't you quit! my grandmother yelled from her seat.

my grandfather said, fine, _____ either you do what i told you to do or quit.

i turned to my grandfather. so as your manager, if i don't let you break the law and violate the conditions of your 3rd party certification, i have to quit?

my grandmother's voice was hoarse, and she was repeatedly screaming in the background, so they don't you quit! why don't you quit! quit then! we don't need you!

i maintained eye contact with my grandfather. are those your feelings as well? not just her feelings?

he was struggling to look at me. that's the way i feel, too.

i stared at him for a few seconds while my grandmother continued to scream and rant. finally, i said, okay. this is my two week notice. but you only have two weeks to change your mind - after that, i'm gone.

i wish i could say that he thought long and hard over the next two weeks, and decided that he had been too much. i wish they decided to reel in their opinions for the greater good of their relationship with their family. but their business (and their religious views i suppose) was ultimately more important to them. in two weeks, i set up another manager with all my tasks - properly, the way i should have been - and left.

my grandfather urged me to move out of the company housing within those two weeks in not so many words. my grandmother suggested i move far away, and told me not to tell anyone what happened. it was seconded by my mother, who believed telling everyone would be unprofessional. i was scared and uncertain, i decided to lie to everyone and tell them i quit because i wanted to go back to school, or to change my career. i had to move in with my mother, two hours away from my girlfriend, and i had to sell my truck to afford my car payments. it was very difficult to overcome the rift in confidence the whole thing caused me, but eventually with the help of therapy, my girlfriend and my family, i slowly gained that confidence back.

now, i'm slowly opening up to more people about what happened. eventually, i will tell everyone, but not as a way to bring my grandparents down. i don't want to be like them in that way. i want to tell people when i feel okay again, when i feel confident, and when i have more stability in my life again.

i've been able to move into a house that i rent with my girlfriend, my sister, and my sister's boyfriend. we're creating a fun and colourful space to live in, a place where we feel good. my sister is going back to school and my girlfriend and i are looking into it too. after a long break, i'm also resuming activities with my mutual aid program. i've also joined the board of directors at my city's pride activity planning non-profit organization. lots of exciting stuff.

i'm going to be 27 in about a month. i spent 14 years working for my grandfather, and although somedays it feels like a huge waste of time, i still have a bunch of skills that i otherwise wouldn't have ever learned. i only wish it translated to a better paying job in the city, haha.

when i think about what my grandmother said, you trans people are all the same, it doesn't fill me with as much hurt as it did that day. cuz now i think about all the wonderful trans people i've met in my life and i think to myself - yeah, that's okay. if trans people are all the same, let me have the same kindness, the same humility, the same bravery, and the same forgiveness. because at the end of the day, i value those things far more than i would ever value money or ego.

i hope this story wasn't too boring. i know i'm just one of thousands, maybe millions of trans people that go through the same stuff everyday. but i appreciate being listened to, so thank you. if you want to be friends, follow me! i'm trying to use tumblr more often.

see ya! :]

#transgender #trans joy #trans #lgbt #2slgbtqia+

[mr-miss-anonymous]

Captive Audience

Word Count: 1,824

Pairing: Swindle/Lockdown

Rating and warnings: M; masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dubious consent

There was something so addictive about pushing the limits when it came to self-pleasure, and if there was one thing Swindle had learned about himself, it was that some of his best experiences came from doing just that. Sure, the intimacy of interfacing was nice in some instances, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the way he was left feeling after a good, rough frag that scrambled his circuitry to the point of damage, but the way his frame responded to his own touch was better than any one night stand—even the ones from his very own fantasies.

Swindle hadn’t quite figured out why, but pushing the limits of what was morally acceptable when he found himself in need of a good overload got him off faster than any skilled bot’s servos ever could. Even now, as he sat stretched across the chair in front of his stolen ship’s console, fingers of one servo shoved deeper into his valve than any spike could’ve ever reached while his free servo rubbed up and down his spike from tip to base was heavenly.

Swindle wouldn’t have traded the experience for the world, and it wasn’t just because it was his own servos reaching places and triggering mods only he knew how to activate, but because of his captive—and oblivious—audience.

The arms dealer bit down hard on his inner cheek with a soft, shuddering sigh as his frame trembled involuntarily against his fingers, which were tracing slow circles over the slick anterior node at the top of his valve. Swindle risked opening his mouth to let out another inaudible moan as he dipped a finger back into the sopping folds, the inside itching with a desperate heat that begged to be relieved. Primus, he couldn’t remember ever feeling so good, and he only had one of his most frequent customers to thank.

Speaking of customers, Swindle realized Lockdown had grown silent on his end of the frequency. He’d chosen to carry the call without the use of their camera, and while the other mech hadn’t been too fond of the idea (as if Swindle couldn’t be trusted—he was on the other side of the galaxy, for Primus’ sake!), there had been little protest.

“You’ve lowered the prices since we last spoke,” Lockdown eventually said. “What’s the catch?”

Swindle could hear the soft creaking of metal from the other end, and his mind almost immediately produced a very flattering image of the bounty hunter crouched over the computer screen, a servo scratching his chin as he studied the products he’d been suggested. His frame jerked up into trembling servos as the image sent a fresh wave of heat through him, and it took every ounce of self-control for Swindle to keep his cooling fans from whirring to life. He was trying to be discreet, after all.

“Mmmyes,” he said, the word catching in the back of his throat as he swallowed down a mouthful of excess saliva. His valve was still burning with need, but Swindle ignored it for the moment. “New inventory. Out with the old and in with the new, right? So, what’ll it be?”

“Easy does it, Swindle,” Lockdown snapped. “I hardly got a chance seen everything you’ve sent me. What’s the hurry?”

Swindle’s fingers stilled, and he let his helm fall back against the headrest of his chair as he panted quietly. The throbbing in his valve slowly began to fade, but he waited a few extra seconds before he began stroking the length of his spike again, just to be safe.

“Sorry,” he managed to say once he’d gotten his breathing back under control. “Please, continue browsing.”

There was a grunt, then the sound of metal squeaking against the floor. Swindle waited as Lockdown fell silent on his end of the connection, his servo still gently wrapped around the base of his spike. From the thick, slimy sensation beneath his thumb, he could tell without looking that he’d come way too close to overloading, and he knew he would have to be much more careful if he were to pull such a trick without Lockdown catching on.

Still, that didn’t mean he had to stop altogether. Swindle started up a slow, steady pace, his servo stroking up and down the length of his spike before occasional stopping to rub smooth circles into the tip. The squelch of transfluids between his fingers was certainly distinct, and the soft hums of satisfaction that escaped him when he wasn’t focused on listening for Lockdown to begin speaking definitely could have become audible if he wasn’t careful, but Swindle felt confident enough in his experience with self-servicing to be able to avoid getting caught.

Besides, it wasn’t like Lockdown would have cared if he knew… right?

“You’ve got quite the selection of engine parts in here,” Lockdown said, the sound of fingers typing against a console audible as he pulled up some of the options. “Cheap, too… especially for someone like you.”

“Oh, I knew you couldn’t pass up cashing in such a good opportunity,” Swindle moaned—er, said, or… maybe praised. Whoops. “Good deals like this don’t come without drawbacks, however. I found most of those parts used, and while I can’t promise they’ll be salvageable, I’m sure a mech like you could find quite a bit of use from them.”

“Is that so?” Lockdown asked, sounding… well, Swindle wanted to say he sounded hesitant, but that didn’t seem quite right. “Well, what would you suggest I do with them?”

“We haven’t even discussed payment plans,” Swindle scolded. His attention had drifted back down to his valve now, and while one servo still steadily stroked his spike, he’d gone ahead and slipped two fingers past soaked lips. “Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, don’t you think?”

There was silence on the other end of the line, and for a brief moment, Swindle feared that he’d pushed the limits a little too far this time. To his relief, Lockdown merely cleared his throat and mumbled an awkward agreement before bringing up the first few sale items.

“Gears this size are hard to come by nowadays,” the bounty hunter said, and Primus, Swindle couldn’t help but slip another finger inside and stroke his spike a little faster. “I won’t bother asking how you managed to do it, but I do want to know the conditions behind such a cheap order.”

Your attention would be appreciated, Swindle wanted to say, but he knew he would regret such a thing once the post-coital haze wore off. He sucked in a sharp breath as his frame jerked again, harder this time, into slick, trembling servos. He was getting close again, he could feel it. He knew he should stop, maybe back off a bit, but it was so hard to avoid giving into the way his spike throbbed, desperate for the warm cup of his palm, and it was nearly impossible to quit grinding against his other servo, his fingers pressed so far in he was practically sticking his entire servo inside, and—

“Nnngh—“ Swindle panted, optics half-closed and mouth hanging open as he panted for breath. “Just—just a moment. I’m—I’m experiencing some technical difficulties on my end.”

“Oh, is that so?” Lockdown asked, his voice low and grating against Swindle’s audials. It was a little embarrassing to realize, but Swindle knew for a fact that if he hadn’t been so worked up, he probably would have found the tone condescending. After all, it was the same one Lockdown used whenever he was trying to get Swindle under his authority. “What a shame. And here I was just about to ask you to turn your camera on.”

“You—you what?” Swindle gasped, his manual controls overridden with the familiar and distinct click of cooling fans. There was little left to cover up, but the poor salesmech did his best to play innocent. “Why would you—“

“Don’t play dumb, Swindle,” Lockdown cut in. “I’ve worked with you plenty of times to learn when you’re distracted and with what. Now, if you would please turn on your camera.”

It wasn’t a request, and Swindle knew it. Still, his frame burned with shame alongside arousal as he pulled his servos free of his soaked valve and reached up to enable his camera settings. The screen flashed for a moment, and Swindle was lucky enough to get a good, long look at himself in his compromising position before Lockdown turned on his own camera.

“There you are,” the bounty hunter cooed, his mouth stretched in an enormous grin. “Why, would you look at that. You’ve really been enjoying yourself, haven’t you, Swindle?”

Despite the way his entire interface array perked up at the sight and sound of Lockdown, Swindle still couldn’t suppress the guilt he felt for having been caught. He nervously folded his servos in his lap, wide optics looking anywhere at the screen but Lockdown’s gaze as he searched for a reasonable explanation. As if to add insult to injury, every attempt he made at speaking resulted in a series of squeaking stutters that hardly even formed intelligible words.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” Lockdown asked. “You’re already halfway there, Swindle. Why not finish what you’ve started? When we’re done, maybe I’ll consider giving you an extra bonus for some of the products you’re offering… that is, if you behave for the rest of our conversation.”

It was certainly tempting to come up with some outlandish excuse and end the phone call there, but if Swindle did that, he knew he’d never gather the courage to pick up and contact Lockdown again, and he couldn’t risk losing such a valuable customer… etcetera. His entire face burned with shame, but Swindle slowly reached back down between his thighs and began stroking his spike very, very slowly. The act earned him a satisfied sound from Lockdown, who urged him to continue.

“I’ve never seen your valve so wet before,” the bounty hunter said, his expression smug has he held his helm up against his servo. “Give it the attention it needs, Swindle. Oh, but keep rubbing your spike. It makes a good show, you and your busy servos.”

Too flustered to speak, Swindle simply obeyed. He kept a servo firmly wrapped around the base of his spike while he worked away at getting his fingers back in between the folds of his valve, a panting, guttural moan escaping him once he’d managed to succeed. It wasn’t exactly the direction he’d seen this call heading, but Swindle certainly wasn’t going to complain. Maybe if he were lucky, he could con Lockdown into paying him a little extra for the grand display. For the moment, though, his attention—as well as Lockdown’s—remained focused on giving his interface array the attention it needed, and Swindle was more than happy to indulge himself.

#swindle #lockdown #swinlock #tfa #valveplug

[aysekira]

Being a cdrama fan is frankly exhausting, you can't just enjoy the creativity and stories bc there are a 100 behind the scenes considerations and changes happening all the time. I know most industries don't respect writers but chinese dramas take the cake, they're the least respected when their work is the most important, it's why so many dramas end up being horrible. And these new regulations are so frustrating because some shows need 50 or 60 or 70 episodes, nirvana in fire joy of life ming lan, already a lot of shows are cutting their episodes so they air at the same time instead of waiting 12 months, how the hell are you going to tell a 60 or 55 episode story in 40 or less episodes? They keep adding these insane rules as if they're trying to kill the industry outright, you can't make harem shows, you can't make queer shows even if they're sanitized to high heaven, lord forbid couples have sex or sometimes even kiss like normal people, you can't have reincarnation which is why we end up with so many shitty rushed xianxia endings they can't give us more. Sometimes you find something so great it makes all the mess worth it but the way they're going they're not going to leave room for even the tiny tiny slivers, the 0.01% of dramas that are great that somehow manage to make it through the cracks despite their best efforts. It's clear their is something very wrong with the industry when they make 400 dramas a year yet not even 40 of them are good, it's truly the wild west out there bc most of these dramas you'd watch them and think they're money laundering schemes bc no way this actually got made. They need to stop caring about pretty faces and paying them insane amounts of money and start hiring good writers but I'm not going to hold my breath... Sorry for the rant I just had to let this out lmao

let it all out anon: this is a safe space :) i wholly agree with everything you said since i'm a firm believer in that while you could aim for a very tight, cohesive&coherent writings (which i assume would be the aim of this rule); there's only so much you could tell before that compression ceiling hits& all hell broke loose in terms of story telling.

to add more to your examples, i cackled in imagining just how absurd it would be if NEF, rebel princess, secret advisors, three kingdoms cut down to those limits at it might result in qi heng being non existent (minglan), advisors being a singular advisor instead& more. and those, like your examples are the kind of dramas that (similar to the examples mentioned) needed the length to fully flesh out their dimensions.

i do not know what to say to make you feel better about it but my personal approach (esp recently) is just to have no hope about it, zero expectations-- then if it turns out to be good; it'll be a very nice surprise (personal example: currently airing LYF. i expected nothing&even side eyeing it a bit before it airs because well uh the casts&promos shown didn't tickle my fancy one bit back then-- and now it's practically my current obsession)& if it's not then it'll be just a passerby of a show and no investment (time/interest) was made whatsoever :)

or may i suggest venturing more to kdramaland as they have all sorts of good ones recently/currently airing (19th life, my dearest& lovely liar to name a few)& i heard from a very trusted source (@dangermousie) they have quite the stack waiting in line to air some of which you could see from the poll here: https://www.tumblr.com/dangermousie/725177465537003520/the-sageukcostume-kdrama-you-are-most-looking?source=share

you have a good day now anon :)

#random bits

[lucy90712]

Pedri- Hurt

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests.

wc: 1900+

Playing football professionally is great especially when you are at the top of your game but it's also a lot of pressure as you have to stay in peak physical condition and perform every match. I have been very lucky with these things so far as I haven't really had any big injuries and have managed to work hard and work my way to the Barcelona womens team. To start with it was incredibly stressful and I was just really overwhelmed but then I met my boyfriend Pedri and he really helped me become more confident in my ability and I've not looked back since.

With Pedri also being part of Barcelona we often get to go to training together but usually we aren't able to watch each other play as our matches are at different times and in different places but this weekend our schedules aligned and so Pedri is coming with me to my match. Knowing that he's going to be there has had me even more motivated than usual in training as I love to show him what I can do even though he already knows. When we go to each other's matches we are allowed to travel together as we are both part of the team which I love as I really hate flying so having someone to distract me helps. Pedri is really good at distracting me in general as before a match he will have me laughing instead of sitting in a corner panicking which is quite a feat as usually no one can stop my pre match panic.

Luckily this match wasn't too far so the flight wasn't too long but I still spent the entirety of the flight cuddled up to Pedri while we watched part of a movie. We watched the rest of the movie while on the bus from the airport which is normally when I start to get nervous but today I was still quite relaxed and that's all because I had Pedri with me. Once we had arrived there was still quite a while before the game so we had a lot of time to kill which pretty much always means just laying down together as it's relaxing and means we aren't doing anything that uses too much energy. To keep my brain focused on something other than the match Pedri put on our favourite show as he knows that I'll pay attention to that.

After doing nothing for a few hours it was time for us to head to the stadium but first I had to do my hair as I always find it hard to do when I'm nervous as my hands just don't want to work. I had already changed into the clothes we are supposed to wear into the stadium and was standing in front of the full length mirror trying to braid my hair as that's how I usually wear it during a match. Usually I'm very good at doing my hair as I've been doing it for years but for some reason I was really struggling to get it right today. Pedri watched me do the same part over and over again until he had clearly had enough as he got up and stopped me doing my hair before taking over. I just watched him in awe as I didn't think he would be any good at hair but he did it better than I do sometimes. Once he was done we headed down but along the way I had to ask how he knew what to do and he just told me that he's watched me enough that's he's learnt.

When we reached the stadium Pedri had to leave but I knew I'd get to see him before I go out on the pitch which made me feel a bit better. Like usual we did a warm up as a team before properly getting ready which is when my nerves really started to kick in and I took myself off to a corner like usual to try and calm down. My methods didn't work too well but eventually we left the locker room and Pedri was waiting for me right outside so I went straight over to him and he pulled me into a hug. He held on for a little while before pulling away and letting his hands on my cheeks to get me to look in his eyes.

"You got this love go show them what you're made of" he said

"I will" I replied smiling

"Go on I'll be cheering for you in the stands" he said giving me one last kiss and then left to go and sit down

We got out onto the pitch and before I knew it the game had started but I quickly got into the game and was completely focused on looking for space to run into or who to pass to. My methods seem to work pretty well usually and today they seem to be doing the same as after 20 minutes I got the ball and ended up running all the way to the goal and scoring. When I scored I searched for Pedri in the crowd and when I noticed him he was smiling ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up which filled me with even more motivation. Just after half time it happened again there was a whole lot going on but I got given the ball and had no one else to pass it to so I just went for it and the ball went right past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net. This time I decided to do Pedri's usual celebration seeing as he was watching and plus it will give people something to talk about after the game.

Things were going well after I scored as I got the ball again and was making a run but then I was tackled and the other player completely missed the ball hitting my ankle instead. I heard a pop followed my a sharp pain going from my heel all the way up my leg. Right away I knew it was something serious as I've never felt so much pain in my life especially when I tried to move my ankle it was excruciating. I hate crying about injuries while on the pitch but this time I couldn't help it but I covered my face instead so now one could see. The medics were quickly by my side and asking me where my pain was and trying to assess me. They quickly worked out that I was not going to be able to continue so they helped me get up and walk off the pitch and straight down the tunnel to the physio room so I could have my injury assessed to know the extent of it.

I was laying there on my own for a while until I heard the door open so I looked up to see that it was Pedri not the physio. I tried to offer him a smile but I think it was pretty obvious that I wasn't actually happy and really was in a lot of pain. He came and stood by my side taking hold of my hand and rubbing it gently while he leant down to give me a kiss. With both of us being footballers he knows exactly what it's like to be injured and be worrying about if and when you'll be able to play again so he didn't bother asking me if I was alright because he knew the answer would be no. Instead he just sat by my side and had the game on his phone so I could still see what was going on which I appreciated as it distracted me for the pain.

Eventually the physio came in and did all the usual checks on my ankle as well as some other things before telling me that I'd been very lucky as I'd had a few tears in different muscles but my achilles tendon was ok so my recovery will likely be a few weeks instead of a few months. As much as it was nice to know that my injury wasn't as bad as it could be it didn't make the pain I'm feeling right now any better which is what was taking over most of my thoughts. Sadly the physio didn't do anything other than strap my foot up and give me some crutches so as soon as they left I tried to get up so that me and Pedri could go and get some painkillers.

Just as I was about to grab my crutches Pedri stopped me and instead picked me up bridal style so that I didn't have to walk at all. He first carried me to the locker room so I could get my things and see my team as the match was over now and we had won 2-1. When everyone was ready to go he carried me to the bus which was taking us back to the hotel so we could then go back to the airport and fly back home. Once we reached the hotel Pedri left me to pack while he ran and got some painkillers for me so that I could be at least a little more comfortable on the flight back. The entire flight and then drive back home Pedri kept checking that I was ok and if I needed anything and even when I said that I was fine he still melt an eye in me to make sure I wasn't lying.

When we finally got back home I was exhausted but there was still so many things I had to do before going to bed I mean I didn't even shower after the game so that's definitely top of my priority list. Once we got inside I finally got hold of my crutches and used them to make my way up the stairs to the bathroom which was difficult but I eventually made it only for Pedri to join me in less than a second and rush past me to turn the shower on for me. He helped me get ready and then left me to shower by myself but when I came out he had set clothes out ready for me which made me smile as it was some shorts and one of his hoodies which he wore the other day so I knew it would smell like him.

Once I had changed Pedri came back in the room with some food for the both of us which we ate in bed while watching my favourite film which I have seen a million times but I still love watching. After eating Pedri took the plates back to the kitchen but quickly came back and got into bed with me pulling me close to him straight away so naturally I rested my head on his chest so that I could listen to his heartbeat as I find it calming. We laid there in silence as he stroked my hair and I listened to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat for a while before I began to drift off to sleep so Pedri kissed my cheek and started to whisper in my ear.

“Goodnight my love” he whispered

“Goodnight oh and thank you for taking care of me” I whispered back

“No need to thank me I’ll be taking care of you until you are ready to get back to training anyway” he said

“Thank you” I said just loud enough for him to hear before I let sleep consume me  

#pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagines #pedri imagine