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itsjusthockey · 9 months

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Hey hun!! Could u write about something about Jack getting injured pretty bad with him being his clumsy self and catching his edge or something. Reader feels obligated to pamper him every second of everyday and is just so gentle with him it gets to the point where Jack is like “babe just because I hurt my leg doesn’t mean we can’t make out or do it” cause reader is like so scared of hurting him but Jack is just super needy

Smooth - Jack Hughes

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This was a request, keep sending them I love them (if I get more than five new request, I drop a new fic tomorrow)

I changed a few little things but I love how this turned out

Much longer than expected, whoops

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You’re honestly surprised Jack has lived to see the grand age of 22. He may think he’s agile, smooth even, but you know better. In fact, you’d dare even to say that your boyfriend is one of the clumsiest people you know. It’s honestly a miracle he hasn’t broken anything, especially since this summer; he’s really been pushing his limits.

“Babe, Babe! Look.”

You turn your head up from the book you are currently devouring to stare at your boyfriend. You watch as he does a cute little flip on the wave and throws you a couple of peace signs. You smile, give him a thumbs up, and not a second later, he dives off the board and into the lake.

He quickly gets into the boat, grabs a towel, and shakes out his hair. As soon as he’s only a little wet, he walks toward you, sitting right next to you and placing your legs on top of his.

“That must be a damn good book. Usually, you can’t take your eyes off me.”

You roll your eyes at him, gently placing the book down. “Well, if you must know, it is very interesting. Lots of murder, lots of mayhem.”

As soon as the sentence leaves your lips, he snatches the book from your lap, reading the back insert. After a couple of seconds, he hums.

“Looks kinda good.”

You smile and snatch it back. “I’ll add it to your list.”

Jack nods, smiling again at you, and leans over to kiss your forehead. When he pulls back, he nods toward Luke, who is currently surfing at the back of the boat.

“I think I’m gonna go again; try that thing Luke saw on TikTok.”

Once he says that, you narrow your eyes at him.

“The last time you tried something like that, both of you almost drowned.”

This time Jack rolls his eyes, shaking his head wildly.

“Please (Y/N), your lack of faith is insulting. We’re experts.”

You shrug your shoulders at your boyfriend; you honestly don’t care; you know that sometimes their little tricks can become problems.

Mere minutes later, the two of them are hooked up and gliding effortlessly on the water. Quinn is driving the boat, and you’re watching, realizing this may be something you want to see. You’re also sitting beside Trevor, who’s filming the entire thing.

It’s starting great; they do a few little tricks while you and Trev cheer them on. You also catch when Jack does another turn a throws a wink your way, dragging his hand through his hair which he knows you love.

You’re honestly pretty impressed at the pair, not that you’d ever let them know that, but they look good. Everything seems to be going great until it’s not.

You’re all still cheering them on when they reach their final move. One second they’re both good, then in a blink, they both go down, but not before you hear a slight yelp from your boyfriend as he hits the water.

As soon as they fall, Trevor’s eyes dart to you, both of you sharing the “oh fuck” look. Quinn notices this, too, and weaves the boat around quickly.

When you finally get to the pair, they both look a little nervous. Trevor moves first, quickly moving to put down the ladder. Seconds later, he’s helping pull Jack up, Luke also helping to push him into the boat. You can’t help but wince yourself as you watch your boyfriend's nose scrunch up in pain.

As soon as he gets into the boat, he swings his leg up, and everyone can see the blood dripping down and a giant purple bruise forming.

Without saying a word, you grab the first aid kit from the front of the boat and swing into action. You sit across from your boyfriend, wordlessly opening a few supplies. You’re not mad, of course; you’re just worried. Injuries aren’t ideal for hockey players, even if they're small.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” Jack hisses as you wipe some alcohol pads over the rather large cut.

You glance up at him to see some tears welling up in his eyes, and as soon as you meet his eyes, he rips them away. You know he’s mad at himself and, obviously, in quite a bit of pain.

“Is he gonna make it?” Luke asks, watching behind you.

“Don’t know, might have to cut it off.”

You look toward Jack as you make the joke, trying to ease the slight tension, but he doesn’t seem very impressed.

Ten minutes later, you’re docked, and Trevor and Luke are tasked with getting Jack to the house. You stay behind, helping Quinn get the boat settled and doing the glamorous job of wiping your boyfriend's blood off the boat floor.

“He’s lucky that wasn’t worse.” Quinn breaks the silence. “I should’ve backed you up more.”

You shake your head, throwing away the bloody paper towels. “They were gonna do it anyway. He’ll be fine.

You both finish up and go to the house, seeing Luke and Trevor in the kitchen, but no sign of Jack.

“He’s upstairs,” Luke says, gesturing toward the stairs.

You walk by and ruffle his hair slightly, to which he wacks your hand gently away, throwing you an uneasy smile.

You head up the stairs to the bedroom, and when you enter, you see your boyfriend lying on the bed, his foot propped up with some ice on it. As soon as you enter, his eyes follow your figure as you move toward the dresser, grabbing some clothes to change into.

Before you go to the bathroom, you stop.

“Do you wanna shower all the lake and sunscreen off you?”

Jack whips his head toward you, and after a bit of silence, he nods. You move to help him, getting him into the bathroom and helping him peel off his shorts.

Soon you’re both in the shower, and you’re making sure he keeps his weight on the good leg. In the bathroom's light, the bruise and the cut look terrible, and your heart breaks everything he winces.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out after minutes of silence.

You give him a confused look. “Why? It’s not like you planned on getting hurt, J.”

You quickly swipe some hair from his face, forcing him to look at you.

“I know. I just should’ve listened. And also, I was being a dick, which you don’t deserve, but I know if I talked to you, I’d start crying.”

His admission makes you even sadder, and you quickly pull your boyfriend down to meet you. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“It’s okay, J.”

You finish the shower, and for the rest of the night, you dote on your boyfriend. You make sure he’s comfy, get you both snacks and turn on his favorite movie. Minutes tick by, and you’re comfortably tucked into his side when you notice he isn’t watching the movie.

“You okay? Tired?”

He shakes his head, and m he pulls you into him, connecting your lips. You smile into the kiss and then pull back away from him. This causes him to pout, and he leans back in, pulling you into him, but you resist.

"Hey now, let's not add more injuries to the list, shall we?" You give him a sweet smile and another quick peck, "How about you settle for snuggling? We don’t need any more dangerous stunts, and we can save that for when you're back to your agile, smooth self.”

Your teasing causes Jack to pout further and rolls his eyes, ducking down the meet your lips again. You slightly let him win, letting him deepen the kiss a bit before you pull back once again. As soon as you do, he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I appreciate the concern, but I still have two legs, babe.”

He raises his eyebrow at his suggestive comment, and you roll your eyes back as far as they can go.

“Gross.”

He snickers, pulling you back in and moving his lips down your neck, stopping at the place you go crazy for. You can’t help but squirm as his lips send tingles down your spine.

“Jack, you're impossible," you laugh, trying to maintain some composure while he continues his teasing assault.

He lifts his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, if I can't be agile on the water, at least I can be smooth here," he winks, earning himself another eye roll from you.

“Smooth, huh?" you quip, a smirk forming on your lips. "I'll believe that when you can walk without limping."

He smiles another big smile, and his eyes grow soft.

“Please, I’m 100% sure you will heal me, and I promise I’ll be careful.”

You stare deep into his eyes, and you feel yourself breaking.

“Fine, but I’ll do most of the work.”

Jack's eyes darken as the words leave your lips, and at record speed, he pulls at your top.

“If that’s the case, I think I want to stay injured forever.”

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empresskylo · 10 months

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would you do headcanons if price was readers boyfriend?! 🫶🫶😮‍💨

↳ yuuhhh i gotchuu 🫶

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, feminine pet names used, smutty content at the end

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♡ such the gentleman. he asked you out on a proper date when he realized you both were feeling something for one another. even tho it’s really hard to do/find the time whilst working, he managed to do something cute for you.

♡ possessiveeeee! even before you were dating, when he knew he liked you, he’d act all possessive over you. all the other men knew to stay away from you or they’d get on price's bad side (they’re so dramatic). so even now, he likes to have his claim over you and makes sure everyone knows you’re his.

♡ that doesn't mean the men didn't tease him a lil bit--and by men, i mean gaz. he would team up with you a lot, or be a lil extra touchy with you in front of price, just to see him get pissed. but price couldn't really do much about it because you two weren't dating and you didn't even know he was into you like that. ♡ gaz looked at you, smirking, and you felt one of your eyebrows raise. he walked closer to you and decided to help you get situated for your upcoming mission. he was giving you a hand in securing your tactical gear, making the process go faster, when price approached. "I think she's got it." gaz looked up at him and gave him a knowing smile. "just trying to speed things up, cap." price's jaw tightened, having no choice but to keep moving unless he wanted to explain just why he was annoyed at gaz doing something so innocent as helping you.

♡ speaking of being possessive, he is also very proud to be with you. he doesn’t find the need to keep your relationship a secret even if he knows people will judge you both for it (you’re so much younger, he’s your superior, etc). he wants everyone to know.

♡ and he’s not afraid of some pda. he’ll give you little kisses randomly that catch you off guard (especially if you’re a soldier under his rank). there have been times when the others teased you about it. obviously, price didn’t care, but you always got flustered. “i’ll be back at the barrics,” price directed to you and soap who both gave him a curt nod. price leaned down towards you and before you could question him, he placed a kiss on your lips. he smirked when he pulled away, your eyes wide, your face warming. price turned to leave and soap burst into a fit of giggles. “ugh, how old are you?” you asked soap irritated, but your cheeks were inflamed and your heart was racing with something similar to embarrassment. ♡ he’s possessive, but not in an over-the-top way. like he’s not gonna freak out if he sees you talking to another guy, or if you’re wearing something skimpy. my guy is secure in himself (maybe even a little too much sometimes) and he knows no one is quite as good as him. he doesn’t worry about you leaving him.

♡ uses all the pet names for you. you were honestly impressed he managed to find so many to call you. love, doll, baby, sweet girl, baby girl, princess, lass, honey, babe, little one, brat, pet, kitten (you may have threw a shoe at him when he called you that), queen, lovely, sweetness, sweetheart, sunshine. the list goes on.

♡ he also began to call you such random shit that makes you laugh. munchkin, cutest lil lady, little foot, shorty, pipsqueak. (basically anything silly that gave off dad energy)

♡ keeps polaroids of you in his wallet <3

♡ had your name engraved in his favorite knife. also has your name engraved on a simple silver bracelet that he always wears.

♡ speaking of jewelry, he got you a locket with a picture of the two of you in it. you gave it to him to wear once when he was gonna be away from you for quite a while. he never took it off.

♡ he likes to get you flowers all the fucking time. roses, peonies, tulips, the whole lot. you’ve run out of places to put them.

♡ has been known to squat when he sees you getting tired and refusing to move until you get on his back so he can carry you.

♡ whenever he wraps his arms around you--usually when he’s spacing out--he pulls you into his chest and rests his chin on your head. his fingers will fiddle with the hem of your shirt and give you goosebumps at the tiny tickles on your skin.

♡ really likes to cuddle. he’s always reaching for you when you sit or lie down together. he wants to pull you into him. he likes to be the big spoon. you always wake up tangled in each others arms.

♡ he always lets you wear his clothes. he actually prefers it when you do. you sleep in his t-shirt. you’ll wear his hoodies. if it’s cold out he’ll take his coat off and wrap you in it. or sometimes he’ll let you wrap your arms around him and then he’ll wrap his coat around the both of you.

♡ he always falls asleep first. he'll have you pulled into his chest as you both watch tv and honestly, like 10 minutes will go by and you'll say something and he wont respond. when you tilt your head up you notice he's already out cold.

♡ and even tho he's asleep, like a superpower he can sense when you move away from him. so if you try to get up, his grip on you tightens and he'll pull you into him, rolling over with you trapped in his arms.

♡ he is always up first too. and he will often times bring you breakfast or coffee in bed. if he has to leave before you, you'll wake to find a hot coffee or tea sitting on your nightstand waiting for you.

♡ he is obsessed with your hair. he's always stroking it, or tucking it behind your ear. he likes to run his fingers through it when you're cuddling or when you're hugging him tightly. he loves when you let him wash it too.

♡ you asked him to brush it for you once while you were getting ready one day and he was just standing there watching you. he did so and was very gentle and took his time. ever since then, he loves when you let him brush your hair. it's such a random but intimate act for him.

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♡ pleasure dom! he is super dominant in bed but is also really in tune with your body and making sure you're always enjoying yourself. he gets off by getting you off.

♡ he’s really good at making you come. like, you'd think he made it his life's mission to make you feel good. and seeing you in pleasure is what always gets him going. he cant finish unless he watches you finish first.

♡ he’s so good at what he does that he’s been known to get you off over your clothes. it takes him no time at all to make you come if he wants. usually he likes to drag it out tho. and he likes to overstimulate you.

♡ nights will oftentimes consist of you fully naked while he fingers you, having already orgasmed once, and him still fully clothed. something about that power dynamic drives him crazy.

♡ he softly degrades you. “look how fuckin’ desperate you are for me, love” “this what you’ve been thinkin’ bout all day? my fingers thrusting inside you, hm? nothing else going on in that pretty little head of yours.” “oh, com’on princess, you know you have to come at least twice before i’ll give you my cock. so are you gonna be a good girl and come on my tongue one more time? yeah, i know you can handle it.”

♡ likes to hold your hand during sex. he’s eating you out? his hand is laced with one of yours. you’re sucking his dick? he grabs your hand and traces patterns aimlessly, trying not to come too fast. he’s fucking you missionary? either one or both of his hands are locked with yours. he’s fucking you from behind? he’s pulled you up against his chest, covering your hand resting against your stomach with his own.

♡ he likes when you give him blow jobs. and he enjoys praising you during it, watching as you clench your thighs from his panting words.

♡ you’ll have his cock in your mouth and he’s muttering how good you feel. he hunches over, his arms lazily resting over your shoulders, his forehead resting against the top of yours. he’ll groan and grunt, “fuck, baby, that feels so good.” “god, don’t stop, love.” “look what you do to me.” “i’m gonna fuck you so hard after this, baby.”

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summerlinenss · 3 months

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out of curiosity, if Max doesn’t release its metrics, then what metrics are you actually using to make these statements about the show’s popularity? what does “it’s currently in the 99.7th percentile of the comedy genre, meaning it’s in higher demand than 99.7% of all comedy series in the u.s.” even mean? How are you measuring what’s “in demand” - by who? Where? It’s bold to claim that this show was wildly popular (despite the fact that I never hear about it outside of tumblr, tho that’s a personal anecdote) but cancelled just for being queer, so I would be really interested to know where you’re getting all these numbers from. Thanks!

hey anon! first of all i am so sorry for the delayed response. i started typing something up and then i got distracted with something else and totally forgot about this in my drafts.

sure, i have no problem citing sources. i probably should’ve linked some in my original post, that’s absolutely fair.

this ended up way longer than i planned so bear with me, but a quick overview of what i’ll be going over:

1) what are the stats/where did they come from?

2) how is the show so popular?

3) was it really cancelled for being queer?

(also just a disclaimer that this will contain spoilers for the show)

1) first, the numbers

you’re right that hbo doesn’t release metrics to the public. in fact, ceo casey bloys tried to justify the cancellation to the hollywood reporter by saying “the numbers weren’t there,” despite refusing to say what exactly those numbers were or where they came from.

however, there are websites dedicated to researching/analyzing the data of different media. one of those is parrot analytics, who focus on industry insights like audience demand, competitive analysis, and content valuations. they’re trusted as a reliable source by forbes, the new york times, reuters, the wall street journal, and more.

this is what we can learn from them about our flag means death from a basic google search (note that all of this data is relevant to the last 30 days as of january 26 2024):

audience demand for our flag means death is now 33.6x greater than the average tv series in the united states. as explained in the “about demand distribution” section, this means it’s one of only 0.2% of all u.s. shows to fall in the “exceptional” performance range compared to the “average” demand benchmark of 64.1%.

the change in demand for ofmd in the u.s. has increased by 7.5% compared to the average tv series.

ofmd now actually ranks at the 99.8th percentile in the comedy genre in the u.s. i’m not a math person, but in basic terms, this is like a scale of measuring and comparing performances to create an average score. essentially, ofmd is performing at the very top of all comedy series in the u.s.

ofmd has 100% home market travelability. as it says above, the market of origin is always 100%, so in fairness i included the graph of international markets for comparison. some of these aren't super high, however (as explained by parrot analytics themselves) one of the key issues with the international market is accessibility to content, which has been an ongoing struggle for international fans. many people (i guess fittingly) have resorted to pirating ofmd because they don’t have access to max or affiliate streaming services in their country.

there are more stats i could have and wanted to go more in-depth into but it would make this even longer than it already is, so i’ll just leave some links you can check out if you’re interested and move on:

• comparison of ofmd's success to shows like ted lasso, euphoria, and peacemaker

• ofmd's placement as #1 most in-demand breakout series in the u.s. for 8 weeks

• ofmd's impressive 94% critics score and 95% audience score on rotten tomatoes

• how ofmd evolved from sleeper hit to a flagship series at max

• a list of ofmd's past and present award nominations/wins

• praise and recognition from news/entertainment sites: the atlantic (2022); the new york times (2023); tv guide (2023); vulture (2023); forbes (2023); the los angeles times (2022); vanity fair (2023)

2) so why haven’t you (or others) really heard of the show outside of tumblr despite all this success? likely because max did a terrible job marketing it.

ofmd first aired on hbo max (pre-merger before it was “max”) in march 2022. the entire season aired over one month, every thursday at 12am pst. season 2 followed a similar release schedule in october 2023.

season 1’s marketing was almost non-existent, pretty much relying on taika waititi’s name being attached. there was one teaser and one full-length trailer, as well as a few clips on youtube of taika and rhys darby answering pirate-themed trivia, all painting the show as a “silly pirate workplace/buddy comedy.” but hbo max didn’t put any real effort in because they didn’t care. david zaslav and the other higher-ups had no faith in the show and expected it to fail.

most people weren’t aware it was actually a romance due to the poor marketing, and although there were many romantically charged scenes between them, many were still wary to believe it wasn’t queerbaiting until ed & stede confessed their feelings and kissed.

showrunner david jenkins has said in interviews that he had no idea how deeply queerbaiting had hurt audiences and impacted their ability to trust what’s on screen without feeling like they’re being ridiculed, despite the fact that he was calling it a love story the whole time. it wasn’t until people realized they weren’t being queerbaited and that it was a funny, sincere show with a compelling plot that word-of-mouth began to spread. by the time the season 1 finale aired, there was a decent-sized fandom that continued to grow as it received more praise.

it was a fight to even get the show renewed for season 2, and david jenkins and the cast have majorly credited that renewal to the unexpected and massive fan response to the show, which basically forced hbo’s hand.

max didn’t bother trying to properly promote the series until season 2, when they begrudgingly accepted that it was one of their most profitable and successful shows. ofmd had huge billboards in times square, downtown los angeles, and on the side of hbo headquarters. they started accurately marketing the show as not just a workplace comedy at sea, but a heartfelt romcom. max began selling long-demanded merch (which became best sellers) and spent money on an FYC campaign.

i will emphasize, whether they liked it or not, they knew ofmd was their new moneymaker (especially with the recent end of succession, which was obviously a cash cow for hbo).

photo credit: @/bookishtheo

3) now if it was that successful, was it really cancelled just for being queer?

i mean, i can’t say that definitively. no one can. there are several potential factors at play that we may never know, and there have been a lot of rumours and speculation (many of which i don’t feel comfortable discussing in case they aren’t true) since the cancellation.

but do i believe the fact that it’s a queer romcom was one of those factors, especially since max has a history of cancelling and scrapping its most diverse projects? absolutely.

first and foremost, i can’t stress enough that this isn’t just a show with a few characters thrown in for token representation. ofmd is built on a diverse, intersectional cast and narratives, including:

• lgbtq+ representation: 5 main couples are explicitly queer (including mlm, wlw, nblm, and nblw relationships). multiple characters are implied to be poly, and there’s a polycule forming in season 2 that was hinted to be developed more in season 3. beyond relationships, it’s confirmed that (similarly to the way wwdits depicts all vampires as being pansexual) all of the pirates are somewhere on the queer spectrum.

• bipoc representation: the majority of the main cast are people of colour. this includes david fane, joel fry, leslie jones, samson kayo, vico ortiz, anapela polataivao, madeleine sami, samba schutte, ruibo qian, and taika waititi, as well as many guest actors (like rachel house, simone kessell, and maaka pohatu) and extras.

• disability representation: multiple characters have physical disabilities, most notably amputated/prosthetic limbs and visual impairment. a lot (actually most) of the characters also deal with mental health issues, particularly coping with severe trauma and suicidal ideation/behaviour.

• the show has been praised for addressing difficult and serious themes like toxic masculinity, colonialism, and self-discovery, all while still managing to be a witty comedy and not come across as “preachy.”

• the diversity also extends off-screen, with a team of directors, writers, and additional crew comprised of numerous bipoc, women, queer people, and trans/non-binary people.

my point isn’t just the quantity of representation, but the quality. they take great care and respect into every marginalized group depicted on-screen. the actors would often be consulted about their characters’ costumes, hair, tattoos, and the kind of language they use. it’s not a world where discrimination magically doesn’t exist, they just have zero tolerance for it. if a character does something homophobic or racist, you can guarantee they’ll quickly (and often violently) be punished.

so okay, sure, it’s got great representation. what does that have to do max cancelling it?

because they’ve been interfering with production from the start.

i already mentioned the marketing issues so i won’t get into that. it was also revealed in interviews with david jenkins after season 2 that hbo cut their budget by 40%, which is why they had to do everything they could to save money. this included letting go of some of the original cast (and even still having episodes where some of them don’t appear at all) and moving the entire production to AoNZ. the budget cuts also meant two less episodes, so they had to rush to fit an entire season’s worth of plot into eight half-hour long episodes.

but one of the biggest frustrations is hbo’s (alleged) censorship of the show. samba schutte revealed that the entire plot of episode 2x06 was completely different in the original script. before it was rewritten as “calypso’s birthday,” the episode took place during lucius & pete’s wedding and focused on the crew getting sick of the sexual tension between ed & stede and trying to get them to hook up (this aligned with lucius & pete getting engaged and ed & stede deciding to take things slow in the previous episode).

vico ortiz and writer jes tom have also commented that many scenes between jim, oluwande, and archie establishing them as a polycule were cut, including one of the three of them emerging from a bedroom in their underwear. jes has mentioned other elements of season 2 that had to be cut out or rewritten, like the implication of other poly dynamics between the crew and more sexually explicit scenarios and jokes.

considering that ofmd is an extremely sex-positive show that isn’t afraid to be raunchy or taboo, it’s clear that either higher-ups at hbo forced them to cut these things out or they had no choice but to cut them out due to tight budget/time restraints.

in addition to this, a recent article citing an “anonymous insider” has alleged that hbo was uncomfortable with and was unsure how to market the “shock violence” in the show (the same network that aired game of thrones), which david jenkins outright called out as being bullshit. ofmd is rated TV-MA and the posters and trailers all show the audience that it contains violent content. there is literally nothing more graphic in ofmd than any other pirate show — it’s probably a lot tamer than most of them, actually.

violence on the show is most frequently used in a comedic context, in the sense that it’s not meant to be seen as scary or taken seriously. the few instances of serious graphic imagery on the show are meant to invoke a mood shift, like ed’s transformation into the kraken or ned low’s murder. it should also be noted that some of the most graphic deaths are reserved for bigots, like ed snapping the neck of a colonizer who was ridiculing stede’s love letter.

it’s also most often used in a sexual context — not sexual violence, but violence as a sexual metaphor. more specifically the act of stabbing as a metaphor for penetration, as seen with both ed & stede and anne & mary. bearing all this in mind, it seems like the real issue here isn’t executives struggling to market explicit violence to a mainstream audience, but rather explicit gay content.

as much as we joke and affectionately call it the “gay pirate show,” ofmd has always been nothing more than an opportunity for rainbow capitalism for hbo (e.g. the fact that they waited three months to announce season 2 just so they could do it on the first day of pride month). like other cancelled queer media, ofmd was a way for hbo executives to show how “inclusive” and “accepting” they are when it was convenient (aka profitable) for them, but they never actually respected the show or us as a community.

it’s impossible to be certain of what the exact reasoning for cancellation was, especially when they won’t give us a clear answer themselves. and maybe it had nothing to do with ofmd being a queer romcom at all. maybe that’s all a horrible coincidence. but for hbo/max to axe a critically acclaimed and beautifully inclusive show that’s successful by every metric, with an extremely devoted fanbase, especially after casey bloys just had the nerve to ask “gay twitter” to hype up the gilded age? it doesn’t exactly put them in the best light regardless.

in summary, i’ll leave you with this editorial, which details how the campaign to save ofmd isn’t just about one show, but a fight to save the future of all queer art.

#asks #anon #ofmd #our flag means death #save ofmd #renew as a crew #fuck david zaslav #queer media

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violet-lazer · 2 years

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Divine Interference

Content / Warnings : Copia/Reader, Explicit, Seriously very NSFW, Gender-Neutral Reader, Oral Sex, Handjob content, Previous Papas are alive and thriving. 3.7k words. Thanks, please enjoy! (AO3 link here)

Terzo does you a favour. Copia gets on his knees. You make extended eye contact with a rodent.

“I don’t think he’s coming,” you say idly, doing your best impression of someone successfully ignoring the atmosphere creeping up on them with the subtlety of a particularly large brick.

You can’t do another second of this. It’s twenty- ah - twenty one minutes past eight, Terzo is unspeakably late to the meeting he’d organised, and if you open your legs a little bit on this too-small couch you’ll be touching Copia’s thigh with your own.

Beside you, Copia sighs, abandoning his attempt to decipher the DVD cover of the arthouse film the three of you were supposed to be watching. He tosses it aside and fixes you with an apologetic gaze, brows knitted into the frown that reminds you it’s Copia, not Papa tonight.

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried to call him, what, five times? He isn’t picking up.” Reaching into his pocket, he retrieves his phone and presses redial.

You watch it ring out together.

This is less than ideal. Copia’s room is in definite danger of veering into the wrong side of warm, the open window doing little to alleviate the closeness of the summer air. When he adjusts himself on his seat to face you more fully you’re struck with the sudden thought that, actually, you might fit quite nicely on the couch if you were both horizontal.

And there it was, the dangerous tip of the scales that Terzo usually balanced. It’s always the same dance when the three of you meet; you show up, Copia and Terzo drench you in compliments, you flirt a little, and then you settle into whatever you have planned for the night together. And it’s fine, it’s fine, when they’re both there and there’s no chance of the night spilling over the edge of consequence. There’s nothing in it when it’s banter with men you’ve had an easy accord with for years, your friends, the first and second people at the Ministry to offer you a glass of wine upon your promotion to Sister Imperator’s personal assistant. Doesn’t mean a thing when you glance from Terzo’s casual smile to Copia’s earnest gaze and your heart does its best to rocket out of your chest.

Tonight, though, you’re in your second most fuckable outfit (you have a list, ranked), Copia is close enough that you can see each individual strand of grey at his temples and it would be oh, almost comically trivial to reach over and-

“We could…start without him?” Copia offers, gesturing towards the unopened bottle of wine on the table before you. “The wine, at least. Terzo can pay the late tax, eh? This is the good stuff and I would much rather share it with you.” He says it so directly that you suddenly find the weight of his gaze almost unbearable.

“Yeah,” you say. “That sounds nice! I’ll try to- I’ll try and get hold of him one last time.”

You stand perhaps a little too quickly and retrieve your phone from where you’d left it next to Copia’s rat enclosure - your photo gallery would be as bad as his in no time and it did not help that he kept making hats for them - and scroll through your contacts. Behind you, Copia busies himself uncorking the wine.

“I wouldn’t be offended if he doesn’t pick up,” he says, beginning to pour a glass. “I think his phone is broken, perhaps? Most of the time it just rings forever.”

You push the call button. It rings once, and-

“Yes?”

The sound of pouring wine stops immediately. You duck into Copia’s bathroom.

“Terzo? Where are you?” On the other end of the line you can hear a substantial amount of background chatter.

“Hm? I’m at a small gathering of friends drinking a tiny margarita,” Terzo says, tone infuriatingly casual. “Why?”

You take a moment to temper your voice before you respond. “Because you’re supposed to be at this small gathering of friends? The one you arranged?”

“Oh, yes,” he says languidly. “I’m not coming.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, and you must believe me, I fully intended to come. I was looking forward to putting myself down between you on that tiny couch and watching the two of you flirt awkwardly around me.”

There’s a pause, and you hear him take a sip of his drink. “But then I thought, ah, Terzo, look at the bigger picture. It has been months of all the glancing, and the touching, and the longing, and the not fucking for some reason and it is starting to wear a little thin. Obviously it is too distracting to have me there so I thought I would remove myself from the situation and let you, ah, crack on. So that is what I am doing.”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, and through the gap you can see that Copia has settled himself back down and is circling the contents of his glass idly, waiting for you. You pace further into the bathroom and take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

“So,” you say, voice low and steady, “you’ve gone to all this trouble purely so I can what? Seduce Copia?”

“If you want to put it so coarsely,” he laughs. “But seriously, get a move on. You’ve become much less fun since your promotion so I must assume the delay is a professionalism thing.”

Well, it was rude, but he was right. Truthfully, you’d pulled back from the pair once you were Officially Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant in what some could name a too-late attempt to quell your own paranoia- the last thing you wanted as you settled into your role were whispers of nepotism, questions about your merit. So you threw yourself into your work, flirted less at parties. And they’d noticed, of course. Copia didn’t stand as close as he used to. You missed the casual brush of his arm.

“I didn’t want people thinking I wasn’t capable-”

Terzo scoffs. “You must be very into self-flagellation as I do not think anyone could care less. And what, what if someone thought you got the job because you were fucking a Papa, eh? Then you should fuck a Papa! Or two, for good measure,” he adds.

You file that one away for later.

“I mean,” he continues, “don’t do anything you don’t want to. But if you want to….ah…I’m just saying it would be a good opportunity.”

You have another little peek through the gap in the door. Copia is fiddling with the TV remote and oh, he’s rolled up his sleeves. Fuck. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Hypothetically,” you begin quietly, “if I was interested…”

“Yeeees?” Terzo says, with a smugness that makes your fingers twitch.

“Then what am I supposed to do? How do I…open?”

“What, you need me to tell you how to screw someone?” He barks out a laugh. “Come on now. Just give him a hint, eh? Better- be honest. Tell him what you want. He responds well to direction. I have- yes I’m coming Omega give me a second- I have faith in you! Okay. Have fun! Okay. Bye!”

The line goes dead, and as you pull the phone away from your ear you realise you’ve been gone for longer than you intended. Shit. Without thinking, you stride back into the bedroom. Copia tears his gaze away from the television and shifts as if you’ve caught him off-guard.

“Ah, you’re back!” he says, fixing you with a bright smile. “That was Terzo?”

You nod. Immediately afterwards, you become excruciatingly aware that you now don’t quite know what to do with yourself. You’re hovering next to Copia’s lava lamp and you’re not sure what to do with your hands. Do people stand like this?

“Right,” he frowns. “So he can answer when it suits him. Understood. What did he have to say for himself?”

“He’s not coming,” you relay. “He’s at a… gathering.”

“I see," says Copia. “That’s very rude of him. Well. Do you still want to, er, watch the movie? It might be good. I think it’s French. But Terzo did pick it so,” he shrugs, “who knows.”

“We can find out,” you say, and he smiles.

Copia pats the seat next to him in invitation. You settle down, quietly mirroring his position- you’re turned slightly towards each other- and he passes you a glass of wine. Thank Lucifer, something to do with your hands. He’s halfway to the remote when you begin:

“He said-”

And then you stop. Copia pauses, looks at you questioningly, waits for you to continue. Which you don’t, because if you do, you’re setting a conversation into motion that could go either very well or extremely poorly. A conversation that relies on the oft-shaky communication between your brain and your mouth with a man, a Papa at that, who you really fancy. Maybe you should just go home. Copia raises an eyebrow.

“Hmmm? He said..?”

You realise you’ve already done it. “He said,” you venture, “that he thought it would be nice for us to spend some time together. Er, alone.”

“Oh.” Copia responds.

You should elaborate. Instead, you glance over to your left, over the back of the couch and to the room beyond, and promptly make eye contact with one of the rats. It’s staggeringly hard to look away when you know the alternative is looking back at Copia, and also neither you nor the rat has blinked for what feels like an eternity. You fold first.

“I didn’t plan this.” Copia’s voice drags you back to him. “I mean- I didn’t ask him to do this, just so you know. No subterfuge.”

“I know! It didn’t even cross my mind, you wouldn’t-”

“I wouldn’t-” He shakes his head. “Ah, am I protesting too much? I’m incriminating myself here.”

You laugh. “I’ve rumbled you.”

“But,” he says, “I am certainly not complaining. I feel as though I have not seen you in an age.”

It’s been five weeks since your promotion. Five weeks since you began spending less time reading in Copia’s office and more time poring over Sister Imperator’s schedule, taking breaks at odd hours, eating at your desk instead of in the dining hall where, inevitably, Terzo would’ve joined you. You’re good at this. You interviewed well. This is all you.

You take a sip of wine. “Well, you know. Sister Imperator keeps me busy. Lots of er, ghoul admin. I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit…distant.”

“There is no need to apologise. I understand. From what I hear, you’re doing an exceptional job. She’s lucky to have you.” His fingers tighten around the stem of his glass. “As anyone would be.”

Now, what you want to say is something like you can have me if you want but that feels absolutely unhinged. “Thank you,” is what you manage. And then you surprise yourself:

“I’ve missed you.”

There’s a clock, somewhere, punctuating the silence that now hangs between you. He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t quite place, and you’re sure you’re looking back at him with all the elegance of a deer in headlights. Copia glances briefly down at the wine in his hand, before gently placing it on the floor. He clicks the TV off and sets the remote next to his glass. And then he looks up at you, gaze direct and firm, and you want him to split you in half.

“May I ask you something?” Copia says.

“Yes.”

“Alrighty.” When he speaks again it’s a low, measured rumble. “Do you want to be alone like this? You and I?”

Here he is. It’s always a spectacle when Copia turns it on, no matter how many times you witness it; at Mass, in meetings, in the presence of distinguished visitors to the Ministry. You’ve observed him enough during your years in the clergy to become innately familiar with the change in register, the tilt of the chin, the fire in the eyes that accompanies Papa Emeritus IV when he desires something. And he’s looking at you.

“Yeah,” you say, heart hammering in your throat. “I do.”

Copia nods slowly. He’s leaning towards you, tentative hand outstretched to ghost your fingertips with his own. The absence of his touch is excruciating.

“Is there…anything else you want?”

Fucking hell, this is it. He’s handed you the tinder and you’re fumbling to light it.

At your hesitation, Copia pauses. “Please tell me if I’m overstepping.”

Overstepping. As if you haven’t spent a disgraceful amount of time imagining the way his hands would feel on you; didn’t have a mental list of surfaces in the Ministry he could bend you over. As if you haven’t imagined him underneath you, needy, begging you to let him finish. But here, now, he’s waiting for permission and you can feel that clock ticking away your chances of getting fucked with each passing second of silence.

“You’re not overstepping. I want this. You. It’s- it’s obvious. But-” you say, because you might as well- “I’m not very good at this part.”

He chuckles lightly, reaching out to take your glass and set it beside his. Finally, finally, he covers your hand with his own, tracing a lazy circle on your skin with his thumb. “I am trying very hard not to fuck this up also. Then, can I tell you what I want?”

“Tell me.”

“Are you sure? It is quite graphic.” He raises an eyebrow teasingly.

You permit yourself that which you’d decreed a final, fated action, shuffling closer and allowing your thigh to touch Copia’s. "Tell me.”

“I want,” he says, “to touch you. I want to show you how I desire you. How I ache for you. I want to make you come, with my tongue, and my hands, and my cock, until you are sated, and then many more times after. I want to kiss you-” He pauses. “Actually, I think I should have started with that one. I want to kiss you until I am full of the taste of you. Does that sound… agreeable to you?”

“Fuck.”

“Is that a yes?”

“It's a yes. Please.”

“Good.”

You don’t know who leans in first but that’s alright because he’s kissing you, an initial tenderness giving way to fervent lust when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He tastes of the wine you’ve abandoned, and his hand is warm on your cheek. You kiss eagerly, ardently, and there are months of desire condensed into the sigh he breathes into your mouth. You want him on top of you. Chasing the pressure of his weight to hold you in place, your hands are in his hair, luring him forwards. He gets the hint, shifting backwards- you protest as he pulls away- and his hands drop to your hips, tugging you lower on the couch. And then he’s on you, pressing your back into the seat cushions - look, you do fit - teeth grazing your lips before his tongue is in your mouth again.

Aching for some friction, you shimmy to free your legs and wrap them tightly around his hips. In response, he grinds down onto you, and at the junction of your bodies you can feel it; he’s incredibly, incredibly hard. The ache in the pit of your stomach is nigh-unbearable and you push upwards but it’s not enough, not while there’s fabric between you and his cock and you need to touch him and you need him to touch you-

“Fuck,” he breathes into your ear. “You are perfect. I need to-” he presses kisses to your neck, working his way down to your collarbone- “ please let me go down on you.”

“Yes. Absolutely yes.”

He draws back, regards you firmly with a hunter’s glint in his eye. “Let me get on my knees.”

Gladly. You release your legs and he clambers off you, pulling you into a seated position. You busy yourself with your fastenings as he settles in front of you, knees to the hardwood floor, eyeing you as you discard your layers until just the thin barrier of your underwear remains. Gently, reverentially, he slides his hands up your thighs and hooks his fingers underneath your waistband, tugging downwards, laying you bare before him.

“Thank you, ” he says, and then his mouth is on you. Within moments it’s almost too much; hot, wet, eager strokes of his tongue, the sort that mean you can’t help but roll your hips forwards, the grip of his hands on your thighs, the sight of him between your legs, ah shit, you might -

And then he stops abruptly, lips moving to your inner thighs, grazing kisses along your skin. The tension in your legs dissipates. You look at him, aghast.

“Copia, please, ” you whine, and he has the audacity to laugh.

“Now, now. You’re making this too easy for me.”

That shouldn’t get you going, but it does. When he puts his mouth on you again it’s slower, languid, teasing. He brings up one hand to work you with confident, practised ease, tearing breathy swears out of you; you knot your fingers in his hair and try not to buck upwards. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he discovers what makes you squirm, how to touch you, the ministrations that make his name spill from your lips. With his free hand, he reaches out and laces your fingers together. Fuck. Your heart is hammering and you’re not going to last and he can feel it, of course he can, with the way your legs are tensing and you’re rutting against him in rhythm and you’re going to come. His eyes are fixed on yours as you tip over the edge, his mouth full of you as you ride out the waves of your orgasm together.

Spent, you tip your head back to catch your breath for a moment, before pulling him upwards by your still-joined hands. He lowers himself over you, straddling your hips, and presses his forehead to yours.

“Well. You seemed to enjoy that, yes?” There’s a faint smile on his face, a quirk of the lips that suggests he’s feeling relentlessly proud of himself. You’re almost tempted to tell him you’ve had better, but considering you were both present when he made you fold in about a minute and a half it might be a bit of a hard sell. Honesty, then.

“That was, yeah. Perfect.”

It would be ignorant of you, in this position, not to be acutely aware of the fact that his cock was still straining against his trousers. Frankly, it was hard to miss.

“I want to make you come,” you say, fingers reaching up to his belt buckle. “It’s only fair. And you might take my eye out with that if I don’t.”

Copia laughs. “Well. In the interest of safety…” Deftly, he helps you unbuckle his belt and shift his trousers down to free his cock. Your fingers tighten around him and his breath catches in a way that threatens to awaken some sort of god complex in you. “How do you like it?” you say breathlessly. He closes his fingers over yours, securing your grip on his cock.

“You can be a little rough with me.”

Anything. Anything he wants. Palming the head of his dick, you note he’s already slick with precum. You take your time working it down his length, and he’s watching your every move with palpable anticipation. When you begin pumping his cock, the sound that escapes him is more than worth the months you’ve been waiting for this. Oh, he’s vocal. Your range of movement isn’t the best- still constrained by the trousers around his thighs, but it’s enough. Adjusting your grip, your free hand settles on the back of his neck and he pushes forward into a desperate kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the air is thick with the wet, lascivious sound of you working his cock interspersed with his loud, needy moans.

“Faster,” he grunts, and you comply. There’s a twinge of cramp in your wrist that’s attempting to become a problem but it doesn’t matter, fuck, it doesn’t matter because Copia’s saying your name and you want to make him come so hard he forgets his own. His kisses are messier, now, he’s gasping into your mouth and rocking his hips into you and oh, here it comes. His breath hitches and he spills into your hand, cock twitching as you stroke him through his release.

Copia pulls back and examines the mess he’s made of you. To your credit, you caught most of it, but seeing as one’s hand is an imperfect cum receptacle a good amount is seeping through your fingers and onto your stomach.

“Oop,” he says.

You swipe a little bit onto his cheek and he has the decency not to look affronted.

“Was that alright?” you venture.

Copia takes your face in his hands. “You are a dream. I could die a happy man tonight. Though I hope I don’t, as I fear you may become suspect number one if there is any…DNA tracing.” He laughs and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I’d better get rid of the evidence then,” you say. “Help me up.”

“Of course.”

Copia climbs off you, helps you gather your clothes, and gives you an encouraging pat on the arse as you head off to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you return, he’s on the far side of the room, straightening his bedsheets somewhat frantically.

“So I was thinking, eh, it would be nice if you stayed the night? If you want to.”

He’s flushed, projecting an energy more nervous than when he was gearing up to kiss you, fidgeting slightly. You smile and extend your hand; he pulls you towards the bed and before you know it you’re underneath him once again and his breath is hot in your ear.

“It occurs to me,” he says between kisses, “that we have not watched the movie.”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll be honest, it looked shit.”

He laughs. “Maybe next time, ah?” he murmurs, and he’s slipping his fingers under your waistband. “We are busy tonight.”

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii #copia x reader #terzo #ghost bc #copia #sorry for all the tags i'm just proud of this one

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luffyvace · 4 months

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Luffy x black reader♡

not a request or from my list i just wanted to do more luffy/ace and one piece content since it’s is what this acc mains:)

more of luffy and ace will come sooner or later so enjoy loves<3

not gonna specify gender bc there’s more for fem black reader i believe so i’ll leave up to you as to who you are☀︎

obviously luffy’s seen black people before

and i say that bc it’s not like in some anime’s where all the background characters are pale

some are tan, black, pale, whatever!

i like the diversity in one piece :)

anyway so yeah we’re starting with the hair

he likes the texture of it and will subconsciously play with your hair a lot

i feel like he does the same to usopp

your hair may or may not be longer than his tho

whoever has longer hair when he stretches it out is who’s hair he plays with more

you and usopp def relate and make inside jokes

he says “boing boing boing” while pulling on your hair and watching the recoil/shrinkage

LOLL

there’s a lot more males in one piece and the black ones usually have they’re hair in fro’s

especially since majority are pirates

but when he sees you braid your hair he thinks it’s cool and asks you to do the same to his

and you do but you tell him and won’t be the same

you explain that it’s a protective style that-

whats that? 🤨

he doesn’t get it 😐

🧍‍♀️

nevermind luffy..

likes to take baths with you and wash your hair for you

honestly he likes the whole process of you taking care of your hair

like the drying, the boing, what it looks like when it’s wet

everything

as far as AAVE

you either talk to usopp or loose your mind trying to explain it to him 😭

you and usopp could have a whole conversation and NO ONE is able to “decode” what your talking about

”what language is that?? what are you talking about?”

”are you hiding secrets?” teach me i wanna know!!”

if you do bother to try

after explaining all he says is ‘i don’t get it’

‘so you created your own language??”

”you know what luffy..yeah, that’s the best i can explain it to you anyway”

if y’all come across an adventure where a code needs to be cracked he’s gonna assume you know it 🤷‍♀️

YOUR FITS BE FIRE🔥🔥

but usopp gets it better than he does 😔

the rest of the crew too duh

but luffy…

my boy just don’t care about who’s wearing what and WHY

he doesn’t see a fancy rich lady because she’s wearing expensive clothes

he sees a lady.

likewise when he sees you, he sees…….YOU

duh..🤦‍♀️

sooo..yeah kinda disappointing 😭

at least you have usopp tho 🗣🗣

which reminds me to quickly mention if your chubby he pays it no mind

unless it’s affecting your mental health, then he does everything in his power to make you laugh

now i know he called alvida fat at first, BUT i feel if luffy likes you he’s less likely to insult you

usopp nose don’t count

due to that i’ll say he wouldn’t call you any mean names if you are chubby

in the same way he won’t mention or compliment you if you have curves/abs

even if you worked hard for them 😞

also thinks you rival sanji when it comes to cooking and seasonings

for the sake of the headcanons let’s say you can cook if you can’t

“MMMM _____ THIS IS SOO GOOD!!”

”YUMMYYYYY!!”

”did sanji teach you how to cook?! this is delicious!!”

TEACH HIM THE WORD BUSSIN/BANGIN IT’D BE SO FUNNY

”MMM ______ THIS MEAT BUSSIN!!”

IMAGINE THAT IN LUFFY’S VOICE

anyway🧍‍♀️

your mac and cheese>>🤤

sanji is certainly impressed by such skills

even more so when you say it’s been passed down through generations

he’s kind enough to let you prepare some dishes even!

only down slide is..now you have to cook for luffy

you and sanji gotta 2v1 this man in the middle of the night to keep him from raiding the fridge 😞😒

and you best bet this man will go back and forth between begging you and sanji to cook for him

depending on what type of person you are you’ll do it or not

and he’s STILL rushing you even when your BOTH working on cooking

ain’t fast enough 😐

my mans needs the food right in front of him 😭🤦‍♀️

you tell him all about your culture and he listens well and wants to try some stuff

he might want to try head wraps, food (obviously) and dances the most

you can tell he’s genuinely interested and it makes you happy

also another thing about your hair is he describes it as ticklish

”ticklish? luffy?”

“yeah! because when we go to sleep or cuddle and you turn around, your hair tickles my nose and i sneeze!”

😭😭

also wonders why your hair and skin is oily

will swipe some off your nose and rub it between his fingers

BRO PLEASE

after you explain to him that that’s naturally how you are and it’s to keep your hair and skin from going dry he’s like “oooooh.”

doesn’t question it much after that

two more things about the AAVE

one, after he hears you call your “language” AAVE he asks what it stands for/means and when you tell him

“it stands for ‘African American Vernacular English’ Luffy, basically it means how black people talk.”

OHHHHH HE THINKS HE GETS IT NOW!!

omg finally?!?!

that took so long but whatever 😭

”so is that why you talk like that?”

”i should slap the taste outta your mouth” 😒

”WHAT?! that’s sounds like it’ll hurt!! don’t do that _____ i won’t be able to taste food anymore!!” ☹️

your conversations consist of :

”WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! I DON’T GET IT?! EXPLAIN!!”

“JUST FORGET IT!!”

have fun explaining your every sentence to this man :)

yippie i finally did more luffy hcs! i’ve been wanting to for a long time but worked on other drafts instead and never got around to it. anyway, hopefully you enjoyed loves!! <3

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littledead-ridinghood · 1 year

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Ollie Queen and Jefferson Pierce are in fact what batfans pretend Bruce is and both of them should be much more popular than they are now

They should be more popular! I haven’t read Jefferson Pierce yet but he (and tatsu) is on my really long reading list of character to get to, so I won’t speak on him yet but he seems really cool

Anyway: I just…I keep seeing “Ollie is so mean and hates his kids thank god Batman is here to save them and also yelling and berate Ollie for being such a horrible dad” content. And man…thank god I’m so good at keeping to my “just keep scrolling” philosophy

Like Bruce????

The man that continuously hits his kids with no repercussions, manipulates them, calls them “his soldiers in his war on crime”, never lets his kids think they’re doing good enough, projects all his insecurities, traumas, & prejudices on to them—

Without ever a “sorry” or working to be better? Like people love to flaunt Snowbirds but do you know how many years of effort Ollie put into his relationship with Roy to make it better again? So many. And he let Roy make the decision rather than forcing him back into the folds.

Furthermore. ollie is usually the one that tells Bruce to shape up (in politics and as a family man):

Infamously about Dick:

(Which Bruce follows up with “he’s more than that. He fights by my side…” but like it really just reads as bruce parentifing the hell outta him [Dick] and, by extension, the rest of the children he’s brought into his home)

And also infamously Jason:

(I’ll do an analysis on this story one day…one day)

Here you can see their differences as people and how they view theirs and the other’s family by how they differentiate between Jason and Mia. Where Ollie considers Bruce Jason’s father because Ollie sees himself a father as he took these kids under his responsibility, Bruce denies Ollie’s role of being a father because he doesn’t take responsibility for the role of bringing children into this life (especially because he very often does not see his children as children).

If you want a super politically outspoken man, someone who continuously gives back to his community, someone who actually hates cops…guys! Ollie’s right there!

Frankly, I don’t like playing into the “this is the character people should be liking rather than who they think they like” because it’s been done to me so many times and I Hate It. But when the character who is actually like this (Ollie) is given the role Bruce canonically fulfills (usually specifically to be used as a prop to uplift “good dad Bruce”) I lose it. I think I lose it specifically because in other aspect it’s about more so trivial things, differences on how the media was consumed and interpreted, or just haven’t read as much as the character as the fan has, but I’m Bruce’s case, so few people want to acknowledge the abuse he enacts on his kids (and co-workers) in lieu of playing happy family at the expense of the children’s characters

#ollie queen #oliver queen #bruce wayne hate club #miscellaneous dc metas #tw abuse mentioned #tw abuse #tw abuse parenting #comictary #digital mailbox

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newsiesficchallenges · 9 months

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Would you maybe be willing to go over the process of tagging on ao3? I've never used it before so I can figure out most of it but the entire posting process is new to me

Of course!

If you don’t mind, I’m just going to cover all of it, because you aren’t the first person to ask this.

So- tagging!

In simple terms, tags have the same purpose on AO3 that they do on Tumblr. They’re to inform you of the content, summarize and warn, and to help organize the search system. They can be complicated, and daunting, but can also be largely unique if one so chooses. I’ll explain how in a minute!

By adding a tag, you are inserting your work into a list, or a system, of other works that fall under the same category. For example: if you are writing a Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski work, and you tag that relationship, the work will show up when you search that relationship. It’s one of AO3’s best features, and a way an author can gain popularity in a fandom.

Now, starting at the top of your AO3 form, we have the rating. Now, I like to think of your rating as a movie rating. Everyone has a little bit of a different view on these, but for our collective purpose of explanations, let’s use this standard guide.

The first one is general audiences. This is a PG rated movie. Minimal language, some sexual and adult jokes that might fly over someone’s head, and little to no violence. You would let your 11yo cousin read this fic and not be concerned.

The next is teen and up audiences. This is your PG-13, TV-14. We’ve got curses going around, but not all of them. Sexual jokes, light sexual content that probably doesn’t go very far. If there’s violence, it’s Marvel movie, see blood but no gore style.

Mature is where things get interesting. Say whatever you want, have the smut scenes, and shoot outs in the alleyways. Children aren’t allowed into this R-rated movie, but we all know it’s for the 15+ girlies who are reading on their computers in the dark.

And explicit is anything goes, basically. If you’re reading an explicit fic, and you get surprised by what you see, that’s a you problem. ‘Tis the smuttiest of the smut, the most hardcore violence and angst, and characters run rampant in their actions and words.

And then we have the warnings! These are what I consider to be the most important, because a lot of these things are triggers. It’s pretty self-explanatory, as you can pick and choose anything that applies.

Fandoms is also pretty self-explanatory. You use AO3’s list of fandoms, and click whatever fandom you’re writing for. For this exchange, you would type Newsies, and select the options and forms of the show you took inspiration from.

Categories is more confusing, I think, primarily because one can never decide if you want to click every button that applies, or just the important ones. In my personal experiences, I tend to just click whatever option represents the main ship I’m writing for, and then make sure I tag anything that doesn’t fit that category in the relationships tags. You are definitely free to select everything, though!

Relationships is pretty important, just for information purposes. Most people search AO3 through specific relationships they want to read, and so I make sure to tag everything I can, just for algorithm and accessibility reasons. You can tag the romantic relationships (the ones with the / between the two character names), platonic relationships (the ones with the & between the character names), and everything in between, depending on how you want your fic viewed, and how you want it sorted in the tagging system (by this, I mean if you want it put in the list of ‘x’ (ex. Harley Keener/Peter Parker) works, falling under a specific tag). And if you want viewers to be aware of the different relationships, especially the romantic and platonic ones, always double check that you have selected the right tag (again, for romantic there’s a /, and for platonic there’s a &).

Characters are also important, but I want to stress that you do not need to tag all of the character that appear in your fics. I would simply tag the ones the work focuses around, or that have an impact on the story. It will take you forever to tag everyone if you’re writing a longer story.

Additional tags is another very confusing thing. A lot of people view them as similar to Tumblr tags, like I said earlier, and this is where you can have some originality, like the Tumblr tags. When I am adding additional tags, I will read the story as I tag it, and make sure I add tags that apply to the important bits. You can keep it professional, with just the tags that will help get you more readers, and trigger warnings; or you can have fun with it, and simply put your thoughts about the work there, as another summary; or you can do a mixture of both. I do a mixture, and will add tags that add the work to popular searches, and add a running commentary/summary as I do so. This part is completely up to you, and you can explore what you want to put by typing random letters or names (things will pop up by either most common or alphabetical order, depending on what you’re typing) into the search bar, just to see what shows. My main suggestion- and pretty steadfast requirement for this exchange- is that you make sure you have a tag for plot points that might be triggering for some. Other than that, the world is your oyster!

That’s it! Hope that helps! If you have any more questions, let me know!

#newsies fic exchange #92sies #livesies #newsies #newsies 1992 #uksies #west end newsies #west endsies #1992sies #ao3feed #ao3 #ao3 tags #ao3 stuff #archive of our own #archive of my own #ao3 question #ao3 works

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luimagines · 1 year

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Prepare For Trouble

Another Commission!

Masterlist

They asked for some OC’s who are the embodiment of Team Rocket. It’ll be a small series so expect parts two and three within the follow updates.

Next Part

Content under the cut!

Sky didn’t know what exactly to expect when he was traveling on his new adventure. Sure, he can handle saving his home land. He could swallow the idea of his successors needing to join forces against the curse he was too late to stop. He could handle all their shenanigans. Sky could even gather that there was a force perhaps beyond their means that was pulling the string with them following blindly like puppets.

Ok. A bit dark on that last one. He blames Legend.

Being kidnapped by a trio of morally ambiguous magic….sorcerers? He’s not quite sure. Either way, that wasn’t on the list.

They claim it’s because they saw him holding the Master Sword and they need him for something. Sky rolls his eyes in his head and sighs. They could have just asked.

Sky looks at the chains that they’ve kept on him. They’re frail. Borderline broken. He’s sure that he could break them just by pulling his wrist hard enough apart and then he’d be free.

But they haven’t hurt him yet. They haven’t even threatened him.

So admittedly, he’s curious.

Not to mention that Wolfie followed him there and they’re also holding him hostage. Sky feels a little more than disinclined to meander his way around the world.

He jangles the chains once more and looks at his captures. They’re not really paying attention to him. They’re looking through some old supply boxes that the old residents of this hideout had. Sky has a sneaking suspicion that they’re in the desert if the heat is anything to go by and that Wild would recognize this place should he show up.

Sky looks at Wolfie and sighs. “Alright. I’ll bite. Am I just supposed to sit here? Aren’t we your captives? Isn’t there a place where I should be held?”

“We haven’t finished exploring.” The dark fairy flutters around his head.

The young woman with the pink hair thinks about it and looks him up and down. She had a book and a silver staff with a teardrop crystal hanging from the tip of the crescent top. Sky wiggles nervously in his seat. He doesn’t trust that look. Why did he open his mouth?

She hums. “Well I supposed there would be cells here that could hold you.”

“I doubt that would be very comfortable.” The other one speaks. They’re… interesting. Sky doesn’t know what exactly to make of them. Other than that they scream magic user but for reasons Sky isn’t equipped to decode. They cloak billows around them as they adjust it on their shoulders- a long red feather hangs from their belt. It stirs something in Sky that he’s not sure he wants to explore just yet. To make matters worse, they refuse to look in the eye, let alone his face. They speak with their back to him. “It’s not like you would be able to run from here anyway.”

Sky’s eye twitches. He doubts they know his running abilities but hey.

The girl in pink shrugs and smiles his way. It’s infuriatingly nonchalant. “It’s a decent deal, really.”

Sky feels like he was thrown for a loop. Isn’t he a prisoner? A captive? Hostage? Shouldn’t he be in a cell? They’re really just going to let him have “free reign” around their base? He tries to speak but the words elude him. “Should…. You all…Aren’t we your prisoners?”

The one pink waves him off with her other hand over her heart. “Oh no. Much too bleak. Unwilling audience is better.”

The other two seem to agree with her. She grins and moves to pet Wolfie. He doesn’t look amused but he makes no moves to stop her. The action delights her. “Right sweet boy?”

Sky feels like he’s been smacked in the face. He sits further back on the box behind him. He stares at the three of them, willing something to happen where they seem more villainous so he can attack and escape with a clean conscience.

They make no such moves.

He takes a deep breath, hangs his head for a second in defeat and looks up at them again. “So now what?”

The little dark fairy flutters around and faces him. “Good question.”

“We don’t know yet.”

Sky hangs his head again and face palms.

Wolfie sneezes and Sky reaches over to pet the top of his head.

The next few days are a bit of a blur.

He’s treated kindly for sure. He’s treated with respect and dignity. They answer his questions. They let him have his space. They let him explore.

They’re right, there’s no way he could get away in a place like this.

With time he gathers that they’ve felt the rip in time and space and have vowed to stop it by any means possible. They watched the group for a while and noticed the Master Sword and its power… and him. Who held onto it about ninety five percent of the time.

Which explains why he’s here.

He both admires them and is annoyed by them. They had a whole group formed for the same purpose. Why didn’t they just ask?

In fact, he’s going to ask them.

He finds the one with the dark fairy and tugs on their cloak.

They turn and scream.

Unexpecting this reaction, Sky jumps away and puts his hands up as best he can with the cuffs around his wrists.

They seem to recognize their strange reaction a moment afterwards. Before Sky can even get a word out to explain and demand more answers, they run away from him.

He gives chase.

“Hold on!” Sky calls out.

“No!”

His step falters. No? Who on earth do they think they are to just… run and not talk to him? Who’s the one being held captive here?

Sky has to pause for his breath and glares in the direction they disappeared off to. Ok. Fine. If they want to play this game, that’s fine by him.

#linked universe #linked universe x oc #linkeduniverse #lu sky

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winns-stuff · 11 months

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As much as I dislike Rachel and the way she handles her story (I was going to list examples but then decided. Not to. I'd like to see my family today.), I think it's unfair to put the responsibility of who views their work onto the creator. Kids get into shit on the internet that they're not supposed to, from horror games to drama to yadda yadda. Unless you have your work behind a paywall (and even then), they'll find a way to get in. Unless the comic is specifically *advertised* as a teen drama/romance, then I don't think Rachel should have to censor herself, either in comic or on her Twitter page. Who views her comic is something that she can't control, no creator can. Again, if its listed as a teen age range then I'm shooting myself in the leg here, but I think my point still stands. Just because someone is an adult on the internet, doesn't mean they have to babysit their followers, or make themselves kid friendly

As much as I share that same dislike for both you are right and the responsibility shouldn’t fall on her because I’m sure there’s dozens of children who follow her on twitter that she doesn’t know about. It’s been a very long time since I’ve read Lore Olympus though so I’m not sure if it has that 18+ rating that other webtoons give you when you click on them so I’ll leave that up for debate, if it does then I can’t necessarily do anything about it but my problem is the age limit for webtoon as a whole is as young as 12 years old and I’m sure it could be even younger.

I just don’t appreciate Rachel placing such a drastic and disturbing age gap between a literal teenager and a 40 year old man, she did not say that she didn’t support it nor did she say that it was bad instead she praises the relationship and makes it seem like it’s a good thing for an older man to pursue a minor. It gives those “biologically men like little girls because they’re more fertile” vibes and l really hate to say it because I’m sure that’s not what Rachel intended. Not accusing her of being one of course just stating that the excuse was.

The reason I get so heated about this though is because I am a minor unfortunately and I’m in the front rows of seeing young girls my age or younger be preyed upon by grown men. I think that teenagers as a whole deserve better content pertaining us, I’m so sick of everyone sexualizing our youth and telling us that it’s okay if a grown up hits on you or wants to have a relationship with you. It’s tiring at this point and it encourages girls either being preyed on to accept it because that’s “good” in some sick way or we just normalize it so much that we’re back to grown men openly dating young girls.

Again not saying that Lore Olympus is bad enough to do that I’m more so just talking about it in general. Do I think Rachel is a bad person? No I’d like to clarify that, sure I have my gripes with her but I won’t say she’s a bad person. I just hate the way she handled everything with Lore Olympus and it’s fairly easy to see that she has a very special interest in the youth of women.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical

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hitchell-mope · 1 year

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Phrases I think [tumblr] needs to learn.

They are. Temporal context. Periphery demographic. Queerbaiting. Collateral damage. Three of which a lot of people use incorrectly to their advantage. And another that I’m 90% sure they’re ignorant about the actual meaning of. So for the purposes of this post I’ll be listing them along with the meanings and some examples. Like so:

Temporal context. Understanding that when a show, film or book is made and/or set more often than not influences its contents. For example. Stranger things. Friends. Harry Potter. Original star trek. Classic doctor who. You cannot and should not approach these with a 2022 mindset because things made and set twenty or a hundred or hell even five years ago are never going to match the current morality system you’ve cultivated through social media. Either continue being mad that a show set in Reagan’s America hasn’t said the words gay or lesbian to describe its two lgbt characters yet or acknowledge they’re doing a helluva lot more than an actual show from the eighties would’ve done, move on and enjoy what they’ve done so far. Trust me. You’ll be so much better off if you do

Periphery demographic. Why we aren’t getting actual canonical lgbt characters in mainstream Disney movies while the current old guard are still around. It’s all very well and good to go on about how “don’t they know what I would’ve done for representation as a kid?” But they don’t. Because they don’t care about the Tumblr demographic. They care about entertaining the five year olds and the parents with the money to spend on the film who might not want to take the kids to see it if there’s anything they might find objectionable in it. And sadly. Quite a few believe that lgbt content kids films is poisonous to their precious offspring. It’s a truly, truly, horribly shitty belief system. But still. It’s the ugly truth.

Queerbaiting. I’ve heard of it. I’ve never seen it. And all the pairings I’ve seen labelled as it. Ain’t it. Destiel. Supercorp. Swan queen. Byler. Johnlock. That’s not queerbaiting. That’s fans latching on to something that isn’t there and going ballistic and quite frankly terrifyingly entitled when it doesn’t happen. Just because you think a character that’s only ever been interested in the opposite gender is secretly gay and in love with your obsession doesn’t make them gay or make you right. No matter how much meta, fanfic or gifsets you make and consume. Clothes, eating habits, hair and way of speaking doesn’t make someone gay. Do you know what does? Actually being homosexual. Which Dean, Kara, Emma, Mike and John are not. Headcanons are fine. But if you have to change every single little thing about a character to enjoy the show. Then you shouldn’t be watching said show.

Collateral damage. Audrey Rose in descendants. Lindsey Lister in Gilmore Girls. Side characters (Lindsey) or antagonists (Audrey) that exist to be a background character in the main characters story. Unfortunately. Many fans latch onto these characters are bleat about how they deserved better. When they didn’t. Especially in Audrey’s case. Lindsey existed purely to show that Dean Forester, that poor poor mistreated boy, wasn’t over Rory. Audrey existed as the stereotypical bitch that the boy leaves for the better option. And when they tried to give her depth. Her still didn’t get wet. I hate Audrey. Always have. Always will. And I don’t care about Lindsey. But they served their purpose. And fans should leave it at that.

So there you go. Four phrases that [tumblr] should learn. If you do. Then you might wind up being ever so slightly calmer than you were before.

#temporal context #periphery demographic #collateral damage #supernatural #anti destiel #arrowverse #supergirl #anti supercorp #once upon a time #anti swan queen #stranger things #anti byler #sherlock bbc #anti johnlock

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novorehere · 11 months

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Hey all! Just wanted to give everyone a bit of a content update.

I apologize for the lack of content for the past… year. I’ve been working through some stuff, and it’s been hard for me to find the motivation or inspiration to write. It comes in short bursts, meaning I’ve been (very) slowly chipping away at multiple projects at once. I just thought I’d update everyone on how things are going and make a list (partly for myself) of what I have in the works, what still needs to be done, and what you can expect from me in the future. Admittedly these are mostly obey me fics but I DO have other things tumbling about in my brain, I promise.

Opposite Day: 2/5 chapters finished, the rest 100% planned and around 30-40% written.

I’ve been sitting on an unfinished chapter 3 for almost a year now, and have written good portions of the other chapters in the meantime. This is the project I’m most excited to finish, and I feel bad for abandoning it for so long. Rest assured, I *am* still working on it, and am extremely happy it’s been so well received.

Untitled Simeon Comfort Fic: 75% finished.

Originally I wanted this written for his birthday (which was in February lmao) but as you can see that did not happen. I’ve got the beginning and end all written out, I sort of went off the script at the end with fun purgatory hall family fluff so the only thing I don’t have written is… actually the eating part. This will probably be the first fic I actually post, seeing as it’s the closest to completion.

“A series of Obey Me Vore Headcanons” Re-Write (Title Very WIP) 2.5/7 chapters re-written

This one I don’t think I’ve mentioned on here yet. I’ve grown increasingly unsatisfied with my original obey me headcanons list that I posted last year when I first got into the fandom. A. Because I hadn’t gotten very far into the story when I wrote it and didn’t get the full scope of the characters yet and B. (Most importantly) I feel like I really didn’t do the characters justice.

Since I originally posted it, there’s been a healthy amount of discussion on depth and nuance in vore media and reducing characters to tropes, etc. I’d like to re-write this series to focus less on physical aspects and “how they eat you” but rather more of an emotional and story driven story of why they eat you and their emotions and struggles that come with it. The obey me brothers are incredibly interesting characters, and I’d like to explore them in more depth and show you how interesting they can really be and why I love them so much.

This one might take a while to complete, but it’s gonna happen at some point. I‘ll keep up the original half-finished version in the meantime since I don’t want to delete it and ao3 doesn’t allow privating fics without orphaning them. I know it’s ugly in it’s current state, just know I’m working on it and the rest of those chapters will be overhauled eventually.

“Miss Em”: 80% written (kind of)

I’ve had this one sitting in my drafts for a while now. Originally I had plans to start another multi-chapter series but then Opposite Day sort of went to shit so I scrapped it knowing it was way too ambitious. But now I still have a mostly written Mammon fic in my notes app just sitting there and it would be a shame to just…leave it. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with this one, Maybe I’ll write the Beel companion piece to it that I had planned and just leave it as a 2-parter. Who knows. It’s really cute, and I want to share it at some point.

Untitled Obey Me mini-drabbles: 60% written

Honestly this wasn’t supposed to be a whole thing. I started randomly writing one day on a burst of inspiration and it turned into little mini “scenario slices” for all the characters and I really like how it turned out. I still need to write for two of the characters and polish up some others, but it’s a fun low-stress thing to work on in between projects. Also excited to share it possibly soon since they’re fairly short and shouldn’t take long to finish (but you know me…)

An unspecified ITWOM fanfic: 0% written, 50% planned

For those who aren’t familiar, “In the World of Monsters” is an amazing novel authored by @vore-toast that just recently received a fantastic ending and epilogue (Please read it! It’s fantastic!) And I really would like to write a little something for it to show my appreciation. I have an idea planned out, but details would involve spoilers so I can’t say much. I’d need to ask for guidance on what exactly to include since the things I would like to write about haven’t exactly *happened yet* but I’ve said too much already… hee hee. I don’t know when this fic is gonna happen, but I swear to you it will. And if my original idea doesn’t work out, it’ll be something. I WILL be writing for this series, mark my words.

Heroes Off-Duty. 0% written, ??% planned

Huh? That’s weird... That one’s not supposed to be there. Ah well, It’s not relevant anyway. Carry on.

#op #Kate says things #‘Finish a WIP or draw 25 cards’#Me with the whole deck: 😎

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by my girls @rmd-writes and @welcometololaland. This is a little something from the Missing Moment for 2x8

“Gettin’ a little sick of seeing you in a hospital bed,” Carlos tells him.

“I don’t do it on purpose.” TK grins and tugs at his hand, and Carlos sits carefully next to his hip, occupying the spot that TK’s mother had just vacated.

“I know.” Carlos brings TK’s hand to his mouth and kisses the heel of his palm. “I love you.”

“Love you,” TK repeats. For a moment they just look at each other, Carlos wanting to drink in the sight of everything he could have lost tonight, and TK seeming content to let him. Then TK frowns a little, and asks, “How did you figure out where we were?”

Carlos shakes his head. “That’s a really long story. I’ll tell you when you don’t have a concussion.”

“Okay.”

Slowly, Carlos licks his lips and considers whether he should speak the words that seem caught in his throat. It all worked out, in the end. His suspension has been lifted. His instincts were correct. His father – the man Carlos has spent his entire life intimidated by and whose approval Carlos has been desperate for since before he can remember – said he was proud. Told Carlos that he’s capable, that he’s a good cop. Told Carlos he knew TK was his boyfriend and smiled at him about it like he wasn’t uncomfortable, like he wasn’t putting on a mask of tolerance but truly accepted who Carlos is. Everything is okay, now, but it very much wasn’t okay earlier, and TK doesn’t know that. Carlos wonders if he should leave it that way.

“Hey.”

Carlos blinks his eyes back into focus and TK is frowning at him.

“What’s going on? Where did you just go?”

“I got suspended today,” Carlos tells him, making a snap decision. He’s trying, lately, to be better at this. He’s trying to let TK in, to let TK see all his flaws and his soft parts, because that’s what he wants from TK. Carlos wants every single bit of him, the amazing parts, the difficult parts, the parts he doesn’t like about himself, and he knows it isn’t fair to expect that and not be willing to give it in return.

“Why?” TK asks. “What happened?”

“That …” Carlos shakes his head. “Is also a long story. Sorry, I will tell you. It just doesn’t entirely matter at the moment.”

TK doesn’t look like he understands, but he tugs gently at Carlos’s hand. Carlos stands and crawls gingerly over top of him, making sure his knees are carefully placed to land on the mattress and not on TK. He settles beside him, curled into him with his arm across TK’s chest and his head sharing the one pillow. TK rubs his arm, thumb moving in a slow, comforting arc along Carlos’s skin.

“The point is, my dad … he was involved in it and he was so … disappointed in me.”

“Baby,” TK murmurs.

Carlos closes his eyes and presses his forehead against the side of TK’s face. He wishes TK weren’t injured right now for so many reasons, but in this exactly moment at the top of his list is because he wishes he could fully burrow into him without risking hurting him.

“It’s okay, it’s fixed now. And he knows about you, actually. They both do.”

TK pauses. He turns his head a degree so that his lips touch Carlos’s nose as he breathlessly asks, “You told them?”

“No,” Carlos admits. He wishes he had. He would love to be able to tell TK that he was brave enough to do that, but it wouldn’t be the truth. “They figured it out, when they saw us together.”

“Oh.” TK jostles him lightly when Carlos doesn’t continue. “Okay, and?”

“He’s okay with it,” Carlos says, still hardly daring to believe it. It sounds like a story from someone else’s life, or a daydream he’s had a million times but never believed would come true. “Said he can’t wait to meet you.”

“Carlos,” TK breathes. He squeezes Carlos’s arm. “That’s amazing, I’m so happy for you.”

“Me too. You wanna meet them, right? I mean, as my boyfriend?”

“Yes, of course I do.” TK kisses his nose. “Of course I do.”

“They’re gonna love you,” Carlos tells him, feeling glad to be in a hospital suddenly because it feels like his heart might burst.

“Duh, I’m very loveable,” TK jokes, but Carlos slides his hand up to curl around the side of TK’s neck and press his lips into TK’s cheek.

“Yeah, you are,” he agrees.

I will tag @reyesstrand and @strandnreyes (unless you've already done it in which case ignore me)

#tarlos #tag game #wip wednesday #911 lone star #paperstorm writes #911ls: missing moments

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thepuckishrogue · 1 year

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Javier Escuella x GN!Reader in: What You Want, What You Need

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | f!reader | m!reader ||

|| javier m.list | rdr m.list | writing blog ||

↠ Requested By: The absolutely unreal levels of thirst I have for this man ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: So very NSFW ((is2g, if I see any minors interacting with my stuff it’s ~on sight~)) ↠ Chronology: In the here and now because it’s a Modern AU ↠ CWs/TWs: There a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (Reader receiving), jealous Javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (Reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (Reader receiving). For a complete and more detailed listing see the note below the cut. And if I missed anything, please let me know!! ↠ Betas? Lmaoooooo… ↠ Total WC: 7.5k~

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.” “You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”

A Modern AU in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. In return Javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.

He’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao

‼ PLEASE NOTE THAT I AM NO LONGER POSTING NEW WORKS TO THIS ACCOUNT ‼

The only reason I’m putting the GN version on here is because it doesn’t make sense to break them up. If you want to keep up with my work, head over to my writing blog, linked above. ((that’s where the link for my rdr m.list will take you, btw))

Anyways! Sorry it took me so long to write this. I have no excuse aside from being lazy and not wanting to cringe my way through reading my old writing lol.

Also! I’m trying something new, as far as translations go. Instead of having them all at the top of the post, they’re now directly under the paragraph they appear in. Imo this makes for an easier read, but if it’s having the opposite effect let me know; if enough people are having problems with it I’ll go back to the old format.

((also, also—I’m naught but a basic ass English speaker and thusly all translations are still internet-sourced, so if they’re wrong please refrain from coming for me lol))

💦 Tags: Reader uses they/them pronouns || Reader has ambiguous anatomy || Reader is POC friendly || M!dom/sub dynamics (with Reader being a low-key bratty sub until they sweeten up) || public teasing, but make it ~sexy~ (Javi receiving) || fingering (Reader receiving) || orgasm denial (Reader receiving) || penetrative sex (Reader receiving) || rough treatment/sex (tho not overly so) || one SARCASTIC use of “daddy/papi” || lots of pet names (including that “good baby” type beat, Reader receiving) || Reader purposefully making Javi jealous (in a playful, non-toxic way lol) || Charles is an accomplice in the aforementioned foolishness (there’s an… implied understanding there*) || naturally that means there’s a certain level of exhibitionism but it’s all R-rated stuff || arm binding via a scarf (Reader receiving) || light choking (Reader receiving) || lots of praise (Reader receiving b/c that’s Javi’s jam) || voice kink stuff (goes both ways) || ((write that off to OP being a self-indulgent shit once again lol)) || orgasm control (Reader receiving)

*So basically after fucking around Reader finds out that Javi’s not one to be teased after he winds them up only to leave them wanting. Reader, wanting to get back at him for not finishing the job, utilizes one of their mutual friends (Charles) to stoke a little jealousy, but I swear it’s not as toxic as it sounds lmao. It’s less about actually making him jealous and more about fraying his ironclad sense of control by triggering his possessive streak… Which, okay, still sounds bad I suppose, but there’s being possessive and then there’s being possessive in a hella toxic way; Javi is the latter. What’s more it’s implied that the three of them have an understanding of sorts, so it’s all in good fun.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?” ((my love))

Yes, your body screams as his hand works against your center, the drag of his callouses creating a delicious friction with every pass over the hot, sodden flesh. Your hands grip at his shoulders, hard and nearly tight enough to bruise, as you grind up into his touch.

You know you must look thoroughly debauched right now—head thrown back to expose more of your neck to his care, lips slightly parted under pants and half-formed curses, skin flushed and sweat-slick, and eyelids weighed down by the weight of your lust—and that’s saying nothing of the state of your clothes. Items have been hastily tugged and rearranged to get the most needed parts exposed in the quickest amount of time possible. You clearly look like you’re in the process of being ravished, but Javier…

The man couldn’t be more put together if he tried.

There’s not a hair out of place, and despite the desperate hold you have on his shirt, the damn thing hasn’t even so much as wrinkled. The only sign that he’s even the least bit affected by all of this is the tent in his pants and the desire that darkens his gaze, but you suppose that’s to be expected. If he wasn’t so damnably good at keeping his composure you wouldn’t have bothered with doing the things that have led you to this moment.

An ‘accidental’ brush of your fingers against his crotch, whispered filth as you casually rested your weight against his back, the instant transformation of a simple spoon into something far more erotic once it passed your lips—nothing was off limits, not when you were so hell-bent on breaking him. It’s all consensual, this game the two of you play. Sometimes the teasing is mutual, other times it skews a bit more against one of you, but the end goal is always the same: to bring the other so close to the edge that they willingly hurl themselves over it.

Today’s party had been the perfect excuse to indulge in a bit of play, and your man had been all too willingly to serve himself up as prey. This, of course, was due to the fact that he was more than confident in his victory. The thrill of the challenge was the only thing that gave the get-together any allure; sure, Karen and Sean do hold the crown for best house parties in your friend group, but you’re not always sure that they’re worth the (usually hangover induced) headache.

You’d brought you’re A-game, starting with wearing an ensemble that you know he couldn’t resist. His mind had clearly gone blank when you first emerged from the bedroom, though he quickly rearranged his face into something cavalier before telling you to “–get your cute ass in the car so we can get gone.” Your fingers played along the inseam of his pants for the entire length of the ride, but aside from an initial arching of his brow he was annoyingly nonplussed. You had stepped things up considerably once you were inside, but despite essentially giving a plastic spoon a blowie (just out of view of an unsuspecting Arthur and Lenny) the man hadn’t done so much as smirk in your direction.

After a good twenty minutes got you nothing but an ache between your own thighs you finally gave up and decided to try to enjoy the party. With a cup of something mixed and fruity in hand you headed off to join your friends, but before you could make your way into the living room a familiar hand was curling itself around your arm and dragging you off in the opposite direction.

It just fucking figures that being ignored would be the back-breaking straw. You would’ve been mad at it if it wasn’t gonna result in yours getting blown out.

Neither of you said anything as Javier led your deeper into the house, not that there was much to say anyway. It was pretty damn obvious from the set of his jaw and the hunger in his eyes that you had won, and it could never be said that you weren’t a gracious winner …self-satisfied smirk notwithstanding.

His lips were on yours before the door had even fully shut behind you. You had laughed a bit at his eagerness, but the taunting sound soon morphed into a moan when your back slammed into the wall just beside the thing. Eyes smoldering and smile wicked, he groped at your clothed form in a way that had you writhing and grinding against him within seconds. It was only once you were a panting mess that he finally, finally bypassed the layers to touch you properly; hot and wet, proof of your arousal met his questing fingers, electing a groan that was nothing short of orgasmic. Things had moved quickly from there, and the rest…

“I said—‘is this what you wanted?’”

The words are growled against your ear, though the harsh pant of the breaths that follow travel downwards until he’s nipping at the corner of your jaw. A broken mewl pushes past your lips at its sting, and though the sound leaves him shuddering against you, it’s clearly not enough to sate him. His free hand connects with your ass in a resounding slap, one that while not overly hard is still enough weaken your knees considerably.

“Yes,” you groan out, the word catching in your throat as his thumb rubs a fresh pearl of precum over your sensitive flesh. “Fuck! Javi, yesss…”

Hot, bothered, and more than a little desperate you rut against his hand with hard little jerks. Your borderline frantic movements and needy little sounds leave him chuckling darkly as he works you over with practiced ease. His tone is condescending as hell as he pulls more and more out of you with lascivious words murmured in a husky timbre. He’s playing you like a goddamn fiddle, but you don’t care, can’t care—about this or anything else that’s not your impending release.

“Baby, I need, fuck, I need–”

“Shhh, I know.”

And you don’t know how he knows, just that somehow he always, impossibly does, and now is no exception. He descends to his knees with a smoothness that only repetition can bring, nudging your legs wider so that you’re more fully on display for him. He looks up at you then, wanting to make sure that you’re watching—as if you could ever be looking anywhere else. His eyes flicker with a familiar mischief as he runs the flat of his tongue over your heat and you damn near scream at the wet, warm trail it cuts.

“Careful now, cariño, you don’t want them to hear us– Oooo…” The word fades into a rolling chuckle when your hips give an involuntary thrust forward that has him amending his statement. “Or maybe you do? Mmmm… You like that, huh? You like the thought of them hearing what I do to you? Hmm, mi bebé travieso?” He all but purrs the last word as he presses a kiss to your quivering thigh before putting his mouth to work again. He alternates between gentle sucks and teasing flicks of his tongue against your most sensitive areas; meanwhile his fingers gather up a measure of your moisture before pushing inside of you to start up a lazy pace. This treatment lasts for a few glorious seconds only to come to a stop so abrupt that it leaves all of your muscles seizing up in confusion. ((sweetie || my naughty baby))

You know what he wants—an answer to a question, that if he were less petty, he wouldn’t expect a real reply to—just as you likewise know that he won’t start again until he gets it. And so you take a shaky approximation of a breath before managing to stutter out, “J-just… returning the favor.”

Laughing, he takes your meaning instantly. With as many times as you’ve been forced to listen to Karen and Sean go at it on various occasions, it does only seem fair. Of course, your reply is more copout than actual answer, but thankfully he lets it go. For now. You’ll definitely be talking about this again at some point in the future—probably later on tonight, actually—but for right now he’s content enough to go back to ruining you with his deft fingers and talented mouth.

You’ve always been fascinated by Javier’s hands. They’re slightly larger than what you would expect from a man his size, and yet somehow they don’t seem out of proportion to his body. They hold so much potential, both to create and to destroy—a point that is mirrored in the tattoos and scars that cover the dusk of his skin. You love to see them in motion, whether he’s doing something as mundane as tuning his guitar or something more perilous like playing with one of his many knives; the former is a particular point of fascination as you cannot help but to wonder if the skill transfers over to more carnal activities. The way his stroking thumb works in time with the bob of his fingers into your heat you’re inclined to say that yes, yes it does.

And his mouth…

Holy fuck, his mouth.

It doesn’t matter where it is he’s kissing you, having his lips pressed against your skin is always enough to leave you weak. Warm and pillow soft, they glide over you leaving a feverish trail of desire in their wake. Calloused fingers continue to work you open, adding to your pleasure in a way that sees your voice scaling higher, louder, as any lingering worries about being overheard are vaulted clean out of your head.

In this moment his only goal is to see you coming undone, and under Javier’s touch you’re a rapidly fraying thread. He’s loving every minute of this, you know he is, but—“If you can’t keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, amor, I know my cock can.”

“Oh my god.”

The throb your core gives is almost painful in its intensity as you imagine having him face fuck you until tears are spilling past the corners of your eyes before bending you over and absolutely ruining you, and you have to wonder just what this man has done to you. You were never this damn kinky before—or maybe you’ve always been a closet freak—either way since getting with Javi you have been turned completely out, and you’re not even mad about it, honestly. What you can do without, however, is his smug little laugh. Like yeah, he totally has a right to it, wrecking you the way he is, but still. Any saltiness you feel is quickly forgotten as the spooled pleasure in your stomach wrings itself tighter. Your bodies work in tandem creating the perfect rhythm, so fucking perfect, and you’re so fucking close, just a little more and then—and then he’s pulling away?

What?

“Nooo! Javier, why–”

“Orgasms are for good little loves,” he tells you simply as he rises back to his full height.

“You cannot be serious right now.”

But looking at him you know he is. Honestly you should’ve been expecting something like this—you had been teasing him for nearly twenty minutes before this all began—but you’d thought that your punishment was going to come in the form of him gagging you with his dick before fucking you until you screamed. But this… Well this is the other side of the coin that you’d forgotten to consider. Yes, he’s hard and yes, he wants this just as badly as you, but Javier’s more than willing to deny his own needs if it means winning this little game of yours. He’s petty like that, and what’s more he has the will to see it through.

Well fine then, you think with a pouty twist of your lips. If he wants to be that way I’ll just finish myself off and–

Fingers close tightly around your wrist before you can properly touch yourself. “What did I just say, bebé?” ((baby))

“And who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do to and with my own body?” you ask with an arch of your brow. The bite of your words would be more effective, you’re sure, if they weren’t so damn breathy, but there’s little for that.

“Oh, mi amor,” he starts with a chuckle as he pins your hand to the wall beside your head, “you know exactly who I am.” He kisses you then, long and deep, and you find yourself melting under it despite your annoyance.

Damn this man and his silver everything! The thought drags its way through your sex-addled brain as your free hand twists itself in his shirt, though whether the action will lead to you pushing him away or pulling him closer you’re not sure yet, and before you can decide he’s breaking the kiss.

“Get dressed, cariño, we’ve got a party to get back to,” he breathes against your lips before pecking at them again.

“You can at least let me err, calm down some and clean myself up a bit–”

He shakes his head as he pulls away from you. “No, I don’t think so. I want you just like this, baby—all leaky and throbbing and wanting. I want you aching just as much as I am. It’s only fair, after all.”

Eyeing the bulge that’s seriously testing the tensile strength of his zipper you’re inclined to agree, reluctantly though it may be done. After all you are the one that kicked things off. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that you’re left to live with the consequences? Yeah, not so much. Fair’s fair, but that doesn’t mean you have to like it. Pouting all the while, you quickly set yourself back to rights—well mostly. Thanks to the hasty tugging of your prior urgency your clothes aren’t hanging like they’re supposed to and won’t be again until they’ve been washed and re-ironed, but there’s nothing to be done about that in the now.

You’re left to silently lament the fact that you’re about to take a mini walk of shame that hasn’t been entirely earned since you didn’t actually get any. Cutting your eyes over at the reason you’re in such a state you find that, aside from his very obvious arousal, the fucker looks as put together as ever.

“You suck, you know that?”

He snorts as he snakes an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door. “Yeah, I do. I also lick and nip and tease and you love it.”

“Oh fuck you, Escuella.”

“You’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. Just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn��t mean your papi won’t.”

“Promises, promises,” you snark back, though there’s no denying the longing seated in your words.

His only reply is a dark little chuckle that leaves you throbbing with want and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. What’s worse is that you’re about to walk through a party full of all of your friends, and while it’s not the first time they’ve seen you flustered and frazzled like this the situation is still less than ideal. Thankfully the thought of having winks and suggestive comments tossed your way is enough to kill off any lingering lust, but this is going to be a long night either way—or is it?

A plan starts to come together in your mind as you hear Charles’s laughter floating in though the backdoor; he rarely ever laughs loud enough for it to be heard so far away, so you can only imagine what’s been said or done to garner such a reaction. Though his mirth usually runs on the quieter side of things, the man does have a mischievous streak that can almost rival Sean’s, and it’s only common sense and general kindness that keeps him from tapping into it more.

Tonight, however, he’s going to step outside of his self-imposed restrictions—you’ll make sure of it.

After all, your plan relies on it.

“What’s got you laughing so hard, Chuck?”

Charles doesn’t even bother with correcting you as he knows that you’re already well aware of how much he despises that nickname. You’re just looking to get a rise out of him, but unlike your boyfriend, he’s not so easily bated. Though to be fair to Javier, it did take you a good twenty or so minutes to finally break him—maybe more as whatever game it is you two are playing more than like started long before your arrival–

And is set to carry on for a while longer, if the state of them is anything to go by.

He’s hardly surprised to find that the pair of you are looking more disheveled than last you were seen. While Javier’s only slightly mussed, it’s more than obvious that you’ve been taken through your paces. There’s a wrinkle in your clothes that hadn’t been there before and your lips are plush in a way that says you’ve been kissed thoroughly and with a level of enthusiasm that would have left you moaning into the ministration as you grinded into your lover’s palm with needy little ruts of your hips…

He quickly averts his eyes as soon as the thought manifests lest you pick up on the way you’re affecting him—have always affected him, if he’s being honest. And it’s not just you. Javier is dangerously alluring in his own right, and he finds himself falling into his orbit more often than not. He’s never allowed himself to explore whatever it is he feels for either of you as you and Javier have always been a thing, though there’s no point in denying that there’s an attraction there, and a mutual one at that. Javier’s always been the more flirtatious out of the two of you, but when you have a mind to you can fluster him like nobody else. None of you have ever seemed truly interested in taking things beyond that level—yet.

Charles cannot help but to feel that one of these days there’s going to be a shift. The signs are all there, after all; the way you all gravitate towards one another, trading lingering touches and longing looks. Things that he would usually consider an invasion are much welcomed advances when they’re coming from the pair of you and he often finds himself reciprocating without any conscious thought. It’s all so confusing and thrilling and catalyzing that he cannot help but to crave more. Arthur has told him on several occasions to bite the bullet and make a move, but given that he’s dealing with an established couple he’s more than willing to follow your lead on this one.

In the now he gives you a response in the form of a nod towards one of the party’s hosts. Sean is just now scrambling his way back onto the deck (quite literally as he’s opted to climb over the railing instead of using the stairs like a normal person) after an overly-dramatic retelling of one of his more daring exploits had sent him tumbling off of it. Luckily for him the fall was a short one into relatively soft grass, so really it’s only his pride that’s been bruised. Seeing that his audience has increased by two he starts his story from the beginning and the pair of you listen with rapt attention–

Or, rather Javier does. You, however…

It starts out innocently enough, with you slumping against him and resting most of your weight against his shoulder. Charles contemplates draping an arm around you—it wouldn’t be odd of him as it’s a position that you’ve been in countless times before, but he doesn’t want to presume—but before he can think himself into a circle you’re snaking your arm around his waist. Your hold isn’t particularly tight, only really pressing in enough to keep you connected. After a few seconds you start to feather your fingers up and down his side in a move that he would’ve considered innocent if not for the wicked little smile on your face. There and gone in a flash, he finds himself looking at you more fully to be sure of what he saw; all he receives for his troubles, however, is a playful wink that leaves him batting down a burst of nerves.

It seems as if he’s unwittingly become a participant in whatever it is the pair of you have going on. He’s surprised, but he can’t say he’s opposed.

Steeling himself with a sigh, he finally allows his arm to drape across the breadth of your shoulders. The movement catches Javier’s eye from where he stands on Charles’ other side, as does the continued skittering of your hand. His expression as he takes this all in changes by degrees as he assesses you both separately; when looking at you there’s a knowing tint to his gaze that’s clouded with a banked lust, though when his eyes meet the taller man’s stare that knowingness sharpens into appraisal. Had the desire there dissipated Charles would have backed off immediately, but thankfully that isn’t the case. Javier gives you both a smirk that leaves Charles flushing in a way that gives him one more reason to love the dusk of his skin.

It’s apparent that Javier’s happy to let the two of you play, so Charles is content enough to let you do as you will. Your hands move higher and higher with each pass over the waffle-knit of his top until clever fingers are dancing up the back of his neck to gently tangle themselves in his nape. Nails scrape upwards into the loose wave of his hair in a move that nearly has him moaning out loud. He’s just able to bite down on the sound, but there’s nothing to be done for the way the rest of his body betrays him with a shiver. Having his hair played with has always been a weakness of his, but one that not many know of thanks to the boundaries that he’s set in place. The number of people who can say they’ve had the pleasure of obtaining this knowledge are few, and those who’ve gotten such a visceral reaction out of him because of it are fewer still.

Sounds seem to fade away as you continue to lull him with your ministrations, with not even the combined drunken yelling of Sean and Lenny’s conveyed anecdote being enough to pull him out of the stupor. He allows his mind to wander as you work; the images that flash through his head are ones that he usually reserves for hours far later than this one, when he’s alone with an ache between his legs that cannot be abated by anything but imaginings of the only two people who could reduce him to such a base state. His grip on you tightens unconsciously, forcing you more firmly against his chest and you’re quick you mold yourself against him.

Your pace is languid as you work him over with the repetitious scrape. It feels like he’s under the sweetness of your care for a small eternity, and he’s more than happy to stay lost for another eternity still, so when your fingers curl and tighten against his locks and tug there’s really no way for him to stop himself from crying out. Luckily the story has finally reached its end to a cacophony of laughter that’s just loud enough to drown out a sound that’s caught somewhere between a yelp of surprise and a moan. Thankfully everyone’s too drunk and-or preoccupied to notice the way his chest heaves and his eyes darken as he looks at you through heavy lids–

Well, everyone except for Javier. He’d honestly forgotten that the other man’s still here—that anyone’s here, really—but now his presence encompasses all of Charles’ attention.

“Alright, amor, you’ve had your fun,” he tells his partner. His tone speaks of mild amusement, though there is a sliver of something there—something dark and wanting, ravenously so—that leaves their breath hitching. To Charles, “It wasn’t very nice of them, starting something they know they can’t finish– Not tonight, at least. But don’t worry, ‘mano—next time, we got you.”

The words feel like they’re caught somewhere between a promise and a threat, but Charles finds that that only adds to their appeal. The pair of you say your goodbyes then, first to him and then to the group at large. A chorus of wolf-whistles and teases are given in response, with everyone having a pretty good idea of why you’re cutting out early, but if they suspect his role in things they’re kind enough not to mention it.

As Charles watches your retreating forms he runs a shaky hand through the length of his hair only to find that the motion doesn’t bring him the stability that it usually does. How can it, when he can still feel your phantom touch, the exquisite bite of your nails against the sensitive skin of his scalp…

These memories will continue haunt him, he’s sure—unable to be exorcised in full until he’s lying sweat-slicked and sated between two equally worn-out bodies.

“Is this what you wanted, mi amor?”

Javier’s thrusts can only be described as punishing, more so due to depth and force than speed. Your body jolts forwards with every snap of his hips, but the firm hold he has on the scarf that binds your arms keeps you from going too far—not that you want to be anywhere else but here, completely laid bare and at the mercy of the man at your back. The word ‘mercy’ used very loosely here as he is being absolutely ruthless and you’re loving every second of it.

Face down and ass up, he’s had you bent over the desk from nearly the moment you stepped into your bedroom, only stopping long enough to tie your arms behind your back. In all honesty you’re pretty sure this is the true reason he pushed so hard for its inclusion in the room—there’s definitely more appropriate spaces for it—but whatever. It’s not like you can complain when it gets such frequent use.

So yes, this exactly what you want, what you need…

“I asked you a question, baby, and I expect an answer,” he continues on in a low, demanding tone.

You try to reply, you swear you do, but whatever it is you manage to slur out between moans isn’t an adequate enough reply. Javier’s voice drops to something just above a true whisper as he leans more fully against you—close enough that you swear you can feel the beat of his heart against your back, close enough to feel the pant of his breath ghosting over your skin—with the sinuous roll of his hips slowing further.

“Forgot how to use your words already?” he tsks against the shell of your ear. “That’s okay, cariño. I know you wanna be good for me, so I’m gonna help you out…” Taking your confused sounding whimper for the question it is he chuckles before saying, “How? It’s easy—Imma fuck the answer out of you.” ((sweetie))

Before you can fully process his words he’s unwinding his hand from the cloth, pulling back, and pounding into you quick and hard. The feeling has you gasping out his name followed by a babbled yes-yes-YES that leaves him growling out his approval. He calls you his good baby then and the small bit of praise makes your brain fizz as your body reacts on instinct. Eager hips throw themselves back to meet his thrusts; though your positioning doesn’t really allow for much traction your efforts do earn you a few moans and curses of approval, at least.

“Mierda. Look at you. You like being fucked hard, huh? Like me taking you like this?” The words are little more than a rumble with how low his voice has dropped, and the change in timbre leaves you clenching up around him more. “Fuuck babe—that’s it, that’s– Fuck. Yeah, you love this shit. That why you were being such a little tease, yeah? Did you want me to fuck you ‘til you remember who you belong to?” ((shit))

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer this time, choosing instead to take your jaw in hand. His grip is just this side of bruising and well at odds with the gentle way his thumb strokes over your bottom lip. Your tongue snakes out mindlessly to flick at its calloused pad and you hum at the slightly salty taste of his skin. Javier hisses out a curse as you continue to lave over the digit, and you can practically feel his narrow-eyed stare from where it’s sure to be drilling into the back of your skull. Unwilling to relinquish even the least bit of control just yet, his palm slides downwards until it’s resting firmly against your neck. Long fingers easily encase the column, and while he doesn’t squeeze nearly as hard as he had been before there is a definite and steady pressure there. You know he’d sooner hurt himself before he would ever risk truly hurting you, but there’s still something undeniably alluring about feeling like you’re on the edge of something so dark and dangerous.

Your moan is slightly strangled as you lean more heavily into his hand, with your hole clenching especially hard as the oxygen vacates your lungs. In turn Javi grunts at the sensation even as his fingers squeeze just that little bit tighter, and in that moment you’re sure that a death of a different kind is close at hand. Spanish is falling from his lips much faster than your addled mind can ever hope to translate, but when he does finally switch back over to English he’s hardly saying anything you want to hear.

“What?” He gives a particularly hard thrust as you croak out the word, leaving you to damn near choke on it.

“You heard me, amor—don’t. You. Cum. After the shit you pulled tonight did you honestly think I was gonna let you cum so easily?”

Your replying whine is pitiful indeed, not that you actually expect to receive any sort of reprieve at this point. Still, that doesn’t stop you from looking over your shoulder and giving him your best pout. For his part your man mimics your expression, giving your neck a few soothing strokes before allowing his lips to pull off into a devious little smirk.

“Aww, look at you. There’s no need for all that, baby, I’m gonna give you what you want—not that you’ve actually earned it, not yet. You’ve been especially bratty lately; playing all these games, teasing me… I can’t just let that shit slide, so here’s how this is going to work: I’m gonna keep fuckin’ you good ‘n’ hard ‘n’ deep, and you’re gonna take it for as long as I say. When I decide that you’ve learned your lesson I’ll let you cum, and if you go over the edge before then there will be consequences.”

And you know he’s as good as his word.

Despite him saying all of this between pants, sharp curses, and a few breathy moans there’s no way in hell you actually stand a chance of outlasting him. Even if his stamina wasn’t god-tier and his will just as solid, pure pettiness would see him holding out if it meant keeping you on the edge. And as for those ‘consequences’, you cannot even begin to guess at what they may be, but a part of you really, really wants to find out. You’re positive you’ll enjoy it—maybe not as much as him, but you’ll still have your fun.

Before you can make up your mind about whether or not your defiance would be worth it, his hand is leaving your neck to hold your hip steady. You gasp slightly, already lamenting the loss of pressure, only to have the breath knocked out of you by his next thrust. The force of it sends you reeling, with the only thing keeping you from face-planting being the hold your man has on you. Instead your sweat-slicked body is shoved further up the desk in a move that would’ve been extremely uncomfortable if you weren’t already so gone.

Wanting a bit more agency, Javi grabs up the length of cloth that dangles between you; his movements do not falter as he shores up his grip with a few twisting motions before pushing into you again and again and again. He sets up a brutal pace that sees his hip bones digging into the plush of your ass and his balls slapping against you with every forward push. This is the only bit of attention that anything other than your hole has received since leaving the party and you damn near sob at the brief flashes of stimulation.

You’re not even sure what nonsense is pouring out of your mouth at this point, but if it’s anything like the disjointed garble that’s currently floating around in your skull then it’s one flaming wreck of a mess. You can hardly go by Javier’s reaction as you’re pretty sure that you could be singing lullabies and he’d still be into it. He just loves to hear you—it doesn’t particularly matter what sounds you’re making so long as he knows they’re a result of the pleasure he’s bring you. You’re much the same honestly, though listening to him turn the velvety syllables of his native tongue into growls and groans in the heat of his passion is its own type of torture. His voice is already an aphrodisiac in its own right, but when he’s fallen as deeply into his lust as he has into you it becomes something otherworldly.

Your man’s words slowly begin to shift from admonishments for your earlier behavior into praise for “–taking your cock like un buen pequeño amor,” and you can only hope that means you’ll get what you need sooner rather than later. ((a good little love))

Time stops making sense as he continues to take you. You’re both hyperaware of its passage and not, with seconds impossibly feeling like hours, but the minutes they bleed into hardly even registers. Your need for release becomes this all-encompassing thing that dictates your every move, breath, and thought. It creates a thrumming want that invades all of your senses until there’s nothing outside of it. Even Javi’s voice becomes little more than a cluster of sounds that you’re just barely able to perceive, though one phrase breaks through the haze every time he says it:

“Don’t you cum, cariño.”

His words are both boon and bane.

They’re the only bit of sense to be found in the symphony of needy sounds and hammering hearts and the repetitive meeting of flesh, and yet at the same time they are the very chains that hold you back from the one thing you need most. Your body is demanding, screaming, begging for this to end one way or another, and soon. You’re sure that each new thrust will bring about your end, and yet you hold yourself back even as your legs shake from exertion and your arms ache from the strain. Those four words will not allow you to do any less.

When the tension in your arms lessens you honestly think the limbs have finally gone numb, but then you’re being pulled up against Javier’s hard chest and you realize he actually let go of the scarf. The jarring pace he’d been keeping up slows to a gentle roll that makes you grind into him with a desperate whimper before he stills his hips altogether. His lack of movement has you rutting against him like some crazed beast, but the only thing this nets you is a throaty chuckle that makes you throb all the more.

“Tan ansioso,” he breathes against your ear as well-toned arms pin you flush against an equally muscled chest. This leaves you unable to do anything more than whine, much to your annoyance and his continued amusement. “You really want to cum, don’t you?” ((so eager))

“Fuck! Javi, you know I do–”

“Then say the word, mi corazón.” ((sweetheart))

“Please.”

“‘Please’, what?”

“Please let me cum.”

The moan he lets out at your words comes from somewhere deep in his gut making you shiver with your want. The only thing better than hearing him make such deliciously wicked sounds is knowing that you’re their cause. He’s always so quick to tell you that he’s the only one that can make you feel the way that you do—and it’s true, he definitely gotten you addicted to his particular brand of carnality, but it’s fine since you know it goes both ways.

Javier presses a sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your nape before nipping the skin there. “So good,” he purrs as his left hand snakes up to rub at your steadily leaking core. “Un bebé tan bueno para mí.” ((such a good baby for me))

His hand passes through the mess, smearing your arousal further until he’s zeroing in on your most sensitive area; all the while your hips wiggle against him in a desperate bid to rut into his palm properly. Unfortunately the movement does little for either of you aside from frustrating you further.

“There you go, teasing me again.”

“‘M not trying to,” you tell him, “just wanna feel good—wanna make us both feel good…”

Your trailing sigh turns into a moan when he thrust against you again. The movement is spastic, an involuntary response to the way that your walls flutter around him. He swears lowly before releasing you completely and pulling out; the sensation of his thick cock leaving you is good for all of two seconds before you realize that he’s not pushing back into you. For one panicked moment you think that he’s going to leave you tied up and aching, but before you can even form the first syllable of your plea he’s freeing your arms and turning you to face him. It’s the first time you’ve gotten a clear look at him since being bent over the desk and you’re pleased to find that he looks just as much of a mess as you do. Hair mussed, lips parted ever so enticingly, cheeks flushed, and dewy skin glistening so prettily under the warm-hued lights—he’s sex personified in this moment and the sight somehow makes you burn for him all the more.

Javier is drinking you in just as readily, being, as always, especially taken with your mouth. Heavily lidded eyes track your lips movements as you wet them, and when you bite into the plush skin he lets out a shuddering breath. A muttered “Fuck” is all the warning you get before his lips are crashing into yours while hands eagerly grip at your hips to pull you flush to him. The heat of his cock is like a firebrand between you, and the press of it against your skin has you instinctively writhing against it.

Your movements leave him shivering as he exhales harshly—the first sign that his self-control is starting to slip.

“Get on the bed, mi amor—wanna look in your eyes while I fuck you, wanna see you fall apart…” He breathes the words against your lips before taking the bottom one between his teeth just as you had a moment ago. The sting of his bite is soothed away by a swipe of his tongue before he’s kissing you again.

Somehow he has enough presence of mind to get you both moving and soon you feel something solid, yet yielding hitting the back of your legs. You’re just wobbly enough for the disturbance to take you off of your feet and Javier readily follows you down. So close to the one thing you both want, need, the kisses grow sloppier and more hurried. It takes a few moments for you both to get into a more settled position, but as soon as you do he’s lubing up again before pushing into you completely with one long stroke.

Your breath catches at the feeling of being full once again while he lets out a sound that’s half contented sigh, half growl, with the latter completely overtaking the former when you roll your hips up to meet his. The pace he sets is far less grueling than it had been when he was taking you from behind, but it’s no less maddening for the change. Long, deep strokes end with a languid snap that has him hitting something inside of you that leaves you damn near sobbing every time. It doesn’t take long for you to get back to that same level of torturous pleasure that you’d been drowning in minutes before and soon you’re clawing at his back and calling out his name like it’s the only word left in your lexicon.

All the while your eyes are locked with one another’s, mostly at his insistence. When he said that he wanted to see you fall apart he meant it; a firm hand against the side of your face keeps you from turning away while tutting words part your lids whenever they flutter shut for longer than a few seconds.

“You’re doing so well, mi amor, so good,” he tells you. His words are slightly slurred and you know he’s just as drunk on you as you are on him. The thought leaves your walls clenching and he hisses at the added tightness. His pace quickens as he drops his head down into the space between your shoulder and your neck. Kisses, nips, and sucks carve a path upwards until the warmth of his breath is ghosting over your ear. “Touch yourself for me.”

It’s an order that you’re all too happy to follow.

Your fingers quickly move down to work against your sloppy sex and you can only hope that the whole ‘no cumming until I say so’ thing is no longer in effect because if not you are in so much trouble. With everything going on you’re only gonna be able to last about a literal minute and that’s being hella generous and rounding way up, honestly. Javier knows this, knows you and your body damn near better than you do some days. He sees it in the way your eyes glint with desperation, can feel it in the way your whole body tenses just so, can hear it in the pant of breaths that come quicker, shallow. Part of you worries that he’ll drag things out just to punish you further—or worse yet, leave you wound up and wanting—but a bigger part of you knows he’s not that cruel. Javier always makes sure to give you what you need and right now you need to cum, badly, and so does he if the fevered look in his eyes is anything to go by.

“Yes, babe, yes. Just like that, fuck me back—Joder! Tan buena…” His muttered praises become more and more scattered as his hips begin to meet yours faster and faster until— ((fuck! so good))

“Do it for me, mi amor. Cum.”

Your body doesn’t hesitate to follow the simple command, and the orgasm that rocks your frame is almost blinding in its intensity. A wordless cry rips itself from your throat as bliss—white-hot and all-consuming—skitters across your every nerve setting them alight. All the while you hold on to the man that still hovers above you as if he’s the only thing tethering you to this plane, and for all you know he is. After all, you’re pretty sure that one cannot experience something so world-shattering as this and not ascend to some higher form of consciousness, if only for a moment.

For his part, Javier shudders and bucks his way through his own release just as you’re coming to the end of yours. Your nails follow the length of his spine as you watch him fall apart—eyes pinched shut, chest heaving, lips parted under hard pants—he rarely looks more beautiful than when he’s cumming and the sight is one that you’re positive you’ll never get tired of seeing.

Kisses are traded between shaky breaths as you both work your way through the last of the aftershocks. They’re sweet, lingering things that are seemingly at odds with everything that preceded them—only not really as he’s always like this once your games have come to their end. All loved up, he likes to keep you close so that he can dote on you as much as you’ll allow him to. Feeling safe, warm, and sated, gentle strokes of his hands against your cooling flesh and murmured declarations of love are the lullaby that sees you drifting off into slumber.

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