#kashton

[drudyslut]

Kashton Landon Pierce aesthetic

the jokester but fucking psycho.

The Spade Brothers have me on my knees (Saint, Haidyn + Kashton) @drewstarkeyslut

#kashton pierce #i’m feral #the spade brothers

[lei-lei-artz]

Unscored

Oh hey look! Another Unwind thingy!

But this story is like, the backstory of Layton and Kashton. Like how they met and all that. BUT the main focus is more about Layton, so her past, a certain few people who changed her life (hint, they weren’t good people) and an accident resulting in a major change to her body. Anyways yeah so that’s gonna be coming soon :) and I will be making another blog where I will post it.

But heads up, there will be: Violence, Abuse, Sexual assault, sexual themes, drug use/abuse, and probably more issues like that.

Sorry but I need to give the characters trauma

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind au #yeaaaahhh #layton wach #kashton aretz #btw Layton will be going through the most shit #sorry :’(

[ofyearnings]

OPEN TO: m / f / nb

CHARACTER(S): cordelia palmer / 23 / college student / emily alyn lind & kashton michell / 24 / college student / archie renaux.

PLOT: in the source.

CONNECTION: one night stand !

      PUSHING OPEN THE DOOR TO her and kashton's bedroom, cordelia carefully carries the full cup of coffee over to the bedside table. the sweet, slightly bitter smell of freshly-ground beans fills the space, and it’s a scent most anyone would enjoy waking up to. or so she hopes. climbing back into bed next to the prone, sleeping figure of their guest, the blonde tries to wait patiently for them to wake up on their own. but soon she grows bored and decides to speed things up a bit. moving her hand to rest on their shoulder, she gently shakes them awake. “ wake up, sleepy head, ” she singsongs, an eager smile tilting up the corners of her lips.

      “ CORDY, ” KASHTON CHIDES FROM THE doorway, standing in only his boxers as he sips from his own cup. “ we probably wore them out last night. let them rest. ” still, he can’t fight the smile that blooms on his lips as he watches his girlfriend cuddle up next to the person they’d met at the bar the previous night. as per usual, most of the evening is a blur, but he does remember the incident that had led to them bringing said person home. they’d kissed cordelia, then kissed him to make sure there were no hard feelings. it had been downright adorable. how were they supposed to not take them home ?“ morning, ” he offers, noticing the eyes of their guest beginning to drift open. 

#↷ ❪ starter. ❫ #↷ cordelia palmer ❪ prose. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ prose. ❫ #↷ cordelia palmer ❪ start. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ start. ❫

[nyxchievous]

I just finished Carnage by Shantel Tessier and I don’t know what to do with myself because Saint is 🫠 and I NEED MORE

She’s obviously teed up Kashton and Jasmine for the next book but I need—NEED—Haidyn’s story so much more.

Even if I find all the name spellings throughout the series dumb and I’m glad I listen to the audiobooks

Falling asleep to fictional character gangbang fantasies now, byyye

#carnage #shanteltessier #saint beckham carter #the spade brothers #spade brothers #kashton landon pierce #haidyn jamison reeves #spicy books #booktok #dark romance #the lords

[ofyearningsarc]

closed started ( based on ) for @hcmevideos !

      “ YOU SLEPT WITH THEM ? ” DELFINA’S question is delivered in a shrill, piercing shriek as she jabs a finger in kashton’s direction. “ i knew it ! i knew you liked them. ” her tone turns triumphant and she crosses her arms over her chest and affects a standoffish pose. “ i can’t believe you. ” actually, she can. she’s noticed that the sexual tension between her boyfriend and their friend has been building for weeks now, but hasn’t said anything about it. mostly because the same sexual tension has been building between her and the very same friend for equally as long. so, she’s not shocked. and despite her reaction, she’s not all that mad about it, either. intrigued, maybe. but not mad. 

      “ I SLEPT WITH THEM ? ” KASHTON questions, arching an eyebrow as an amused smile plays on his lips. “ what about you, del ? ” he, too, isn’t surprised to hear that his girlfriend and their friend have been hooking up behind his back. he’s noticed the looks they share. the way they brush against each other when they think he isn’t paying attention. in all honesty, he’s only surprised that it’s taken this long to come out. “ we’re both sleeping with them. i fail to see how that’s a problem. ” he tilts his head to the side and glances from their friend to his girlfriend and back again. “ actually, it’s not a problem at all. it’s an opportunity. ”

#hcmevideos #✧ — kashton mitchell : ( prose ) . #✧ — delfina martinez : ( prose ) . #✧ — kashton mitchell : ( start ) . #✧ — delfina martinez : ( start ) . #{ hope this is okay ! } #✧ — ( queue ) .

[sunshinies]

may we request names/pronouns for Katsuki Bakugou from BNHA? thank you sm!!

💥 Katsuki Bakugou themed names

Kaiden , Knox , Kairo , Kaden , Kyle , Kashton , Kacey , Kit , Jack , Maverick , Axel , Jace , Phoenix , Jett , Jagger , Pierce

🦸‍♂️ Katsuki Bakugou themed pronouns

Hero/heros/heroself , boom/booms/boomself, rage/rages/rageself , blast/blasts/blastself , red/reds/redself , bite/bites/biteself

#sunrise #sunrays #liom #actually mogai #actuallymogai #xenogender #name ideas #name suggestions #neopronouns #neopronoun suggestions #fictive #introject #irl #kin #fictionkin #kin help #id help #light #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #bakugou

[lliinnkk]

Insomnia

Content: creepy whumper; intimate whumper; non human whumper: defiant whumpee

Word Count: 630

It was quiet and dark, a dim orange light twinkling softly from the lamp on the bedside table. The embrace Fuyune was being held in from behind was strong but limp from sleep. The six fingered hands wrapped around his waist were a lovingly disgusting cage under the thick duvet's warmth.

His body was bruised and battered, exhausted from the abuse, taking in and out deep calm breaths. The clock ahead read 3am. Despite his eyes begging for sleep, Fuyune still felt not a shred of fatigue.

The insomnia wasn't unfamiliar to him but it wouldn't be as bad if he couldn't feel a certain man's chest pressed against his back and breath tickling his hair. He felt the most desperate need to stay awake. Solon was asleep now but if, even for a second, Fuyune let his guard down, who knows what mercies he might withhold from him while his allies were unaware.

With no escape or even an inane entertainment, he had nowhere to turn but his thoughts. His face showed nothing, comfortably nestled into his pillow, but all he could feel was rage. A pure and incomparable, constant feeling seated deep in his chest, the only thing he could seem to think about.

He asked Kashton for advice once about how he dealt with their situation. Kash had always been a very emotional person, always the first one to start crying and screaming whenever the situation called for it (or whenever it didn't) so Fuyune found it quite strange when everyone's lives got turned upside down and yet Kash, of all people, looked the calmest about it.

When he found out, he wasn't surprised: Kash had learned to lean into and enjoy the abuse he was subjected to. Being a very dependent person already, it was like second nature learning to give up total free will and submit to someone else completely.

Fuyune didn't take to this as easily. It's not that he didn't try, he really did. He tried so hard. But to even attempt stung his chest and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, as though he were violently allergic to the very concept. It left a bad taste in his mouth recalling it. Maybe that method worked for others but not for Fuyune. There was no way he could ever love this.

The only thing he could possibly feel toward this man and this life was hatred. There was nothing that Solon hadn't taken from him. He took his body parts, his strength and his dignity. He took his privacy and autonomy and his identity. He took his entire future.

He used to have everything. A family, a legacy, power, a reputation, expectations. His life didn't look like his anymore. Did he even still have the right to call himself Fuyune? If not, what specifically was the moment that had robbed him of that title? Had it slowly decayed over time or was he doomed the moment he set foot on that island?

It didn't matter. At the end of the day, it was all Solon's fault. He was the one who put him on that island. Fuyune's life was destroyed in the lonely office room that day, the first day he met Solon face to face.

After that day, the torture continued and today it continued still. November. It had almost been a whole year since the beginning of all this and in a few weeks it would begin again with new victims. But still with the same old Solon. Fuyune prayed for the safety of whoever might come after him, that Solon might show them more mercy than he did to him, but the prayer wasn't a hopeful one.

No, Fuyune wasn't hopeful. He was never hopeful.

Fuyune was angry. So, so very angry.

#I hope the content at the top was done correctly??? #my post #my writing #whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #non human whumper #defiant whumpee

[hatchetnewsarc]

@whatscanon ( Kashton ) :

[ TEXT : SAWYER FROM KASHTON ] : i'm sorry for getting weird at lunch [ TEXT : SAWYER ] : i just have a lot going on in my mind right now. [ TEXT : SAWYER ] : i broke up with marshall thinking i might have a chance with someone, but it's not going to happen. it's stupid, i'm sorry.

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷𝚃𝙾𝙽 ] : Wait, hold on. [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷𝚃𝙾𝙽 ] : You broke up with Marshall? [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷𝚃𝙾𝙽 ] : Why didn't you mention this at breakfast? [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷𝚃𝙾𝙽 ] : What's going on?

#whatscanon #character • sawyer quinn

[drewstarkeyslut]

@drudyslut haidyn jamison reeves, saint beckham carter, kashton landon pierce.

we need them + we deserve them! literally salvitating and trembling just for them

#spade bros #carnage

[drudyslut]

Saint’s sweetheart, Haidyn’s baby girl, Kashton’s sweet cheeks 😩🖤

@drewstarkeyslut we deserve the Spade Brothers

#the spade brothers

[lei-lei-artz]

Layton Wach and Kashton Aretz

They’re my Unwind OCs from a project I’m working on (Probably gonna make them date, idk)

#unwind #unwind dystology #artists on tumblr #unwind art #unwind oc #what should their ship name be? #LayKash? #KashLay? #idk

[ofyearnings]

name: kashton mitchell. // age: mid 20's. // gender: cis male. // pronouns: he/him. // occupation: college student. // romantic: panromantic. // sexual: pansexual. // position: switch. // faceclaim: archie renaux.

kashton mitchell navigates college life with a laidback demeanor and a quick wit. his journey began with tragedy, losing his mother during childbirth, an event that left him carrying the burden of blame from his abusive father. enduring years of mistreatment, kashton found his solace in education. as soon as the opportunity arose, he seized the chance to escape to college, using a facade of even-tempered flirtation and cocky charm to mask the emotional scars.

#↷ kashton mitchell ❪ prose. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ visage. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ isims. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ start. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ wants. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ crushes. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ memes. ❫ #↷ kashton mitchell ❪ other. ❫

[jollofhome]

Why queer people are better parents

I joked with a friend about it but I'm doin' this forreal with research

Emapthy

I could only find results from gay men being compared to straight ones, but they show that gay men are less aggressive than straight ones (good for the children), and show higher levels of empathy (also good for the children)

2. 2 parent homes

The first time I looked up divorce rates by demographic (well my dad did but potato potahto), gay marriages had the lowest rate, compared even to christians :P We still do, with 5% divorce rates that only Hindus compare to. Everybody wants two parent homes, right?

3. Community

If it takes a village to raise a child, having a powerful community, such as a queer one, is good. from my personal experience, my town's queer discord is full of plans for a meetup every other day, Community where people suggest therapies and art and everything else inbetween. It's heartwarming to know I can grow up into that community.

4. Names

The joke I made with my friend is that queer people are the best because they choose better names for themselves than Kashton, Vivienne Marcheline, Juvernón, Donald (not that wierd but wayyy too old), and Magtanggol. (Yes I went to lengths to insult someone on every continent :') I'm a terrible person)

Yes homophobes we're coming for your children and we're raising them the best. Deal with it.

sources

Aggression, empathy and sexual orientation in males Divorce Rate in America: 48 Divorce Statistics [Updated 2023]

#parenting #family #lgbtqiia+ #lgbtq community #lgbtqplus #marriage equality #homophobia dies #because why not

[starlitangels]

Into Your Family

This is a Redactedverse!AU for some original characters in an original project of mine. Just because I liked the idea and, frankly, it kinda fit. Also I haven’t done a Redactedverse-all-OC fic in a while 2.0k words almost exactly!

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Kyla hopped off the chair and surveyed her handiwork. “How’s that look, babe?” she asked.

Archer eyed the string lights she’d hung around the living room. “They look like they’re a little... much, but they still look nice,” he said. “I mean, we don’t really need the lights inside the house.”

“That’s not what you said when I hung fairy lights in our bedroom,” Kyla teased, popping a kiss on his jaw and strolling to the kitchen. Archer rolled his eyes affectionately and followed after her.

“The fairy lights in our bedroom are much softer and were meant to replace having obnoxious lamps,” Archer pointed out. “This is decorations.”

“Yeah! And it’s winter, so it gets dark early. So we get to have extra lights,” Kyla retorted playfully. “I think the pack’s gonna like them.”

Archer swung an arm out and grabbed his mate around the waist, pulling her in close to him and burying his nose in her hair. “I think you’re right,” he replied softly, speaking into her hair and neck. “And that’s why you’re the one decorating for the birthday party, not me.”

She chuckled and turned around in his hold, tilting up onto her tiptoes and giving him another kiss. One he bent down to accept gratefully. “You’re right,” she said. “If you were the one decorating, you’d have a plain banner that says, ‘It Is Your Birthday’ hanging on the wall with, like, two balloons. Maybe one streamer hanging off the bookcase. Then you’d call it good.”

“That is not true!” Archer protested while his mate laughed.

Kyla cackled and slipped out of his hands. He chased after her. As a shifter, he was a lot bigger and stronger than she was. Faster too. But she was nimble and small and that made her hard to catch.

Not to mention she was a damn Seer and knew where he’d try and grab her before it happened anyway.

He chased her around their house while she just laughed—until she finally led him into their bedroom and slammed to a halt.

Archer wasn’t expecting her to just stop and couldn’t slow down fast enough. He ran right into her, his momentum spilling them both onto the bed. Kyla was laughing as Archer frantically checked her over for injuries.

“Kyla—oh my God—are you okay?” he demanded.

She was still giggling. “I’m fine, baby. But you should have seen your face!”

He growled and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you. Of course I’d be concerned,” he grumbled.

“Awww. Big, tough, scary alpha all worried about his little mate,” she teased.

He climbed off of her. “You’re such a menace. C’mon. You finish decorating while I get the cakes started.” He climbed off of her and offered her his hand to help her up.

She took it—and paused. “Wait. Cakesss? With an ‘S’? As in, multiple?”

Archer nodded. “Oh... that’s right. This is your first birthday celebration with the pack. Yeah. We’re wolves, beautiful. We tend to eat more than normal people. So, yeah. I need to make... probably three. And even then, Kashton’s mom will still bring one or two and we’ll definitely get through most of it.”

Kyla blinked owlishly at him. “Alrighty then. Guess we better get going on that.”

“Mmhmm.”

—

“Auntie Kyla!” a young voice exclaimed as the front door to the house opened. The note taped to the door that said, Come On In! was doing its job, apparently.

Kyla turned to see Cedric running through the living room toward her. She bent her knees so she was closer to his eye level and held her arms out. He slammed into her in a hug. She held onto him tightly, deliberately ignoring the images of his future radiating off of him. “Hiii Ced!” she greeted. “Are you excited for Uncle Kashton’s birthday?”

“Uh-huh!” Cedric nodded enthusiastically, bonking his chin into Kyla’s shoulder.

He called her “auntie” more out of affection than relation. Archer was the alpha of the pack, but not related to either of Cedric’s parents; and Kyla was humanborn, not yet married to her mate. Kashton, however, was Cedric’s dad’s brother, and was actually Cedric’s uncle.

“Me too,” Kyla agreed. “I’m excited to celebrate with everyone.”

Cedric giggled as Kyla scooped him up and held him on her hip. For being seven, he was kinda small for his age and didn’t weigh much.

His parents chuckled as they followed him into the house. Liesl, his mother, gave Kyla a side-arm hug. “Lovely to see you, as always,” she said as Kepler, her mate and Cedric’s father, also gave a side-arm hug.

“Nice to see you both as well,” Kyla offered. She set Cedric down as he started squirming and let him go over to where Archer was spreading frosting over the cakes that had finally cooled down. “How’s everything going with you three?” She gave them both a grin, trying to be friendly. She’d known Archer longer than the rest of his pack, and was still working on getting to know everyone else the normal way. She’d gotten much better at ignoring the visions of people’s entire futures she got upon first meeting them because she wanted to get to know people the right way.

“Things are going okay,” Liesl said. Kepler nodded.

“That’s good. I’m happy to hear that,” Kyla replied with a grin.

Liesl held up a gift bag with tissue paper poking out of the top. “Where do presents go?”

“You can just set it on the coffee table by ours.” Kyla gestured over to where a wrapped box sat.

“Thanks.”

Kepler and Liesl were around Archer’s age. About twenty-five. Archer had mentioned to Kyla briefly that they’d Cedric really young. Liesl was humanborn—as was pack beta Lowell’s mate, Amara—and by the time Archer’s father and alpha-at-the-time Conri found her and realized she was a humanborn with no pack, she’d been about seventeen. She’d fallen for Kepler hard and fast and Cedric had been born a year later.

Apparently, at first, that had been a point of contention between Kepler and his parents. Until Cedric was actually born.

But the glimpses Kyla hadn’t ignored of the family’s futures showed they were going to be happy, overall.

The front door opened again. “The party has arrived!” another familiar voice announced.

Kyla turned to see Archer’s younger sister—who was closer to Kyla’s age at twenty-two—bursting into the house like a firework show. She had the same warm black hair and bronze skin as her brother, though she didn’t hold her summer tan quite as long through the winter.

“Hey Zinnia!” Kyla greeted. “The roomies right behind?”

“You know it.” Zinnia gave Kyla a hug before going to go bother her brother.

Trailing into the house after her were her two roommates, and fellow pack members.

Rory, the resident rebel, and the birthday wolf himself, Kashton. Rory gave Kyla a half-assed hug as she stepped into the house, brushing her short bangs out of her eyes, but Kashton threw his arms around Kyla with great enthusiasm. “Hey Kyyy!” he greeted.

“Hi Kash. Happy birthday.”

“Why thank you.” He gave her his lopsided smile, flipping his shaggy red curls out of his face as he stepped into the house and closed the front door behind him.

When Kyla had first started hanging around the pack, Kashton had flirted with her a lot. Until he realized exactly how serious Archer was about her and stopped.

“Kaaash!” Kepler greeted.

Over the next couple minutes, the rest of the pack turned up. Archer and Zinnia’s parents Conri and Elspeth. Archer’s beta Lowell and his mate Amara. Lowell’s parents, Rory’s parents, and Kashton and Kepler’s parents. Whose names Kyla was still struggling to remember. She loved Archer and cared deeply about his pack and his position in it—but the fact remained that they hadn’t been together long and she didn’t see the pack as often as he did and struggled with their names.

But Archer had been right—Kashton’s mother brought two birthday cakes of her own.

Kyla could have guessed that if she looked into the future, but she’d chosen not to.

She crossed into the kitchen to find Archer finishing his work on the frosting of the cakes. “They look delicious, my love,” she said, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing a kiss to his arm since she wasn’t going to bother trying to reach anything higher.

He smiled. “Thank you,” he said. He leaned down and pressed a kiss into her hair. “Is tonight going to go well?”

She glanced up at him. “Of course it is.”

“You know what I mean.”

“You really want me to look at the outcome of a birthday party?”

“Kyla. It’s your first celebration with the pack. I know you’ve met all of them before but...” He sighed. “I don’t want anyone causing trouble for you. Or anyone else.”

Giving him a fond look, she blinked and let the future in.

The vision was brief but it always made her stumble when she took a deeper look into the future than the passive, surface-level images that she usually saw.

Archer caught her before she could stagger into the counter, supporting her weight by pressing her to his chest until her knees could handle her weight again. He cupped the back of her head and held her protectively.

She blinked hard. A slight violet tint to her dark brown eyes petered away as the magic stopped being used. “The party’s gonna be fine. There’s only a few threads of possibility where Lowell sets the kitchen on fire. Balance of probability? Nothing bad is going to happen.”

“Good.”

“Hey lovebirds!” Zinnia called from the living room. “Is it time for cake or what?”

Archer chuckled and picked up one of the cakes, gesturing for Kyla to grab the other with a nod. She beamed and snatched it up carefully. “On our way, you twerp,” Archer replied loudly.

They emerged into the living room, and Kyla started the Happy Birthday song. Everyone joined in quickly as Kashton and Kepler’s mom set one of her cakes in front of her younger son. There was already a candle on it. Kyla set her cake down and snapped her fingers, lighting the candle before the song could finish. Kashton’s mother gave her a grateful look. She just smiled.

The song reached its conclusion and Kashton laughed before taking a deep breath and blowing out the candles.

Archer put his arm around Kyla as the pack swarmed Kashton. He tugged her away from the crowd. “How are you faring?” he asked softly.

She looked up at him, her eyebrows scrunched with unasked questions. “Fine?” she said.

He tilted his head to the side slightly. “You sure? I mean, you’re... you’re young. I know we haven’t been living together long but are you still okay with it?” He cupped the side of her face to make sure she kept eye contact with him. He was twenty-five and she was twenty-two. He sometimes barely felt ready to live in a house with just his mate.

“Of course I’m still okay with it, Archer. I love you. You showed me a whole world where I’m not alone. I mean, sure, Seers are rare and humanborn Seers are practically nonexistent. But at least I’m not the only person on this planet with powers I can’t explain. And you... you welcomed me into your family before we ever started dating. Just because... you knew I needed it. My family threw me out for having powers, and you took me in and I’m so happy to be with you in our home.”

He pressed a deep kiss to her forehead. “I love you too, beautiful.”

She gave him a half-smile. “C’mon, love. Let’s go have some of that cake you made before your literal pack of ravenous wolves eats it all gone before we get the chance.” Winking at him, she tugged him toward his pack by the hand.

#fic #redacted ocs #sorta #they're my OCs for an original project just in the Redactedverse #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Audio #Starlit Fic

[catladyofficial]

i don’t share stuff with my students in it for privacy reasons but since they okay’d it for this major medical institution to record/post, i’m gonna share it here too!

this is only for kashton’s relapse - he also has 200+ days of treatment the first time he had cancer when he was 3/4. 1000+ days of cancer treatment at 8. wild.

[hatchetnewsarc]

@whatscanon ( Kashton ) : ⚠️ a text meant for someone else.

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷 ] : good morning! good luck at work! [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷 ] : i love you [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 : 𝙺𝙰𝚂𝙷 ] : i can't wait to see you tonight ;)

#whatscanon #character • xander davison