#every time a boy barks while i'm fucking her

[guarddogbutch]

did you guys know that every time you have gross perv trans sex or morally ambiguous dyke sex an angel gains their wings

#every time a boy barks while i'm fucking her #etc #anyways #t4t nsft #butch nsft #dyke nsft

[aphroditessaturn]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 || 𝐌. 𝐎.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader (is a spider-woman, tho nothing specific)

summary || you have anger issues and it’s no secret to anyone in the Spider-Society, Miguel might as well be the only who can tame you. His methods are, quite effective…

warning || smut! p in vi, oral (female [fingering] and male receiving) throat fucking, nipple play, spanking if you squint

note || I had to get him out of my system and I'm not even done, this piece is for my anger issues and I need a Miguel to fuck them out of me. please reblog/comment and give feedback! I would love to know if you like my Miguel fics, I have so many more ideas

legend || mi luciérnaga = my firefly; abre la boca = open your mouth; buena niña = good girl; mocosa = brat; puta = whore; dios mío = my god; niña traviesa = naughty girl

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“I do not have anger issues, who does he think he is?” you asked to no one in particular while walking around Miguel. He let out a sigh, pressing his fingertips against temples.

“He’s like what? 15, yeah you don’t say that to someone twice your age,” you continued, your blood pressure building up with every second you thought about the incident.

Miguel tried to be calm, but the last mission worked him up and scratched on his nerves. The mission went fairly well, except for you going ballistic and the newcomer – Miles – commenting on it. Oh, and the target almost escaping because of Miles which lead to all of this.

“Can’t fucking believe this, he was the reason the mission almost failed, and he dares to say I have anger issues!” the last part you nearly screamed. You never paused, always moving around.

You couldn’t stay calm, couldn’t calm down. Every vein beneath your skin run hot, some just waiting to explode.

Suddenly both of you heard someone coming near Miguel’s platform, said Spider turned around with a glare. He knew exactly who came and what would happen if you saw him, but now there was no preventing it.

You walked to the edge of the platform and looked down at Miles, “came to apologize?” you asked and crossed your arms over your chest.

Miles looked confused, no he wasn’t here to apologize, and he would make that clear, “you threatened me, screamed at me because I let the anomaly almost escape. You overreacted,” he stated.

Your eyes squinted together, expression hardening. “You can’t do a thing right and accuse me of having anger issues? I do not have fucking anger issues!”

Just as you were about lounge at Miles, arms wrapped around your waist, “enough,” Miguel’s deep voice rang through your ears. Normally his voice would smooth you, but you were already too gone.

Your man however ignored that and pushed you behind him.

“Miles, we will talk about this later. You made a mistake -,” “what, you’re saying she didn’t go bonkers?” Miles didn’t want to accept that what you did was right.

“If you’d let me finish, you would know that she will get her fair share of consequences,” Miguel snapped at the young boy, while it made a small part of Miles feel better it only angered you more.

“Are you serious? You let that little shit get away with saying I’m in the wrong? He lost the target and we had to-,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Miles, leave,” Miguel’s voice was dark and left no room for back talk, he sounded scary to be honest.

Miles immediately left, knowing it was better for now and he needed to get away from you.

“We weren’t finished yet,” you barked at Miguel who didn’t bat an eye. You stalked up to him, trying to intimidate him – unsuccessfully. “Yes, we were and it’s time you calm down, mocosa,” he whispered and grabbed your waist.

You were manhandled onto his desk, wrists held together in his right hand. With his left hand he ripped down your suit, “you asshole! Can’t you-,” “yeah mocosa, stop your whining,” Miguel rolled his eyes.

Without warning he pushed pointer and middle finger into your drenched cunt, you gasped. Realising with just a few words he had you wet and in your rage you didn’t even notice.

He curled his fingers against your walls, your head fell back. Right hand letting go of your wrists and sliding down to your neck.

Miguel moved his head into the crook of your neck, kissing along your carotid artery.

A shudder run down your spine when you felt his sharp teeth graze your skin. You adored the feeling of his teeth piercing your skin as it made you feel a kind of pleasure nothing else brought you.

Miguel had easily picked up on that all those years ago and now used it taunt you, “niña traviesa,” he commented with a small smirk.

His fingers kept a slow pace, it was torture and Miguel knew that. “Miguel,” you snapped, a plead for more however the man above you wasn’t having it. “You think you can be a mocosa and I’ll just give you what you want?”

“I wasn’t a brat! It’s not my fault your spider people can’t do their job and then-,” “dios mío,” again Miguel cut you off, picking up the pace.

Hitting that spongy spot inside you which pulled a loud moan from your lips. As his fingers worked their magic on brining you closer to your high, Miguel run his tongue along your earlobe and gently nibbled on your skin. With your hands free you threaded them through his beautiful hair

You closed your eyes, the feeling just too wonderful and for a moment you lost yourself but quickly Miguel reminded you that this was a punishment.

“Look. At. Me,” his voice deep, commanding. His hand was suddenly in your hair, gripping it tight as he pulled your head back. It was a way to underline his words.

You looked at him with pleading eyes, god you loved this side of him. Miguel would make you take whatever he gave you if you could or not – you were surprised with how much you could actually take.

“I’ve barley did anything and you’re already putty in my hands,” he teased, slowing his pace down again. You wanted to scoff at his words.

He didn’t do ‘barley anything’, he almost bit into your sensitive neck, rubbed his fingertips over you bundle of nerves and hit your g-spot with every thrust. Miguel very well knew that all those little things would send your body into overdrive.

“You know exactly what you did!” you spit at him and drew a low chuckle from him, it amused him how you kept pushing, “are you that much of a puta for me that you can’t shut up?” “Guess if you want me to shut up then you have to fuck my-,” “fine.” Miguel retrieved his fingers from your cunt pulling a whine from you.

Both hands gripped your middle, manhandling you down to your knees. He gripped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger tilting your head up to look deep into your eyes.

Then his suit slowly started to dissolve, starting by his neck, and revealing his naked, toned chest, his broad shoulders, and muscled arms. The light of the screens dipped Miguel into a dangerous red which made him look like the devil in person.

Now he was completely naked, his mushroom formed tip hitting his lower abdomen. “Abre la boca,” when you didn’t instantly comply Miguel slapped your cheek, causing you to gasp and open your mouth, “now,” he added.

His thumb moved between your lips and pressed onto your tongue to make you kept your mouth open, “you’re going to be a buena niña and suck my cock.”

You caved and let your mouth hang open, tongue already awaiting him. At first, he gently placed his tip on your tongue, giving you a chance to taste his salty precum. Then without warning he thrusted his cock full on into your mouth.

You gagged as it hit the back of your throat, Miguel looked down on you. There was still a part of him that didn’t fit inside your mouth, but it was his mission to make sure it did.

Miguel began fucking your face, abusing your throat with his harsh thrusts. You looked up at him with teary eyes, his head was tipped back in pleasure and a deep groan fell from his lips. You clenched your thighs together, you were a whore for Miguel as it was already but something that always got you were his moans.

Miguel was vocal, so fucking vocal. For one his mouth never stopped running, but then there were his moans. They were deep, hoarse, and loud.

However, your throat couldn’t keep up with his pace any longer, though you loved the feeling of getting used by him too much. Salvia dripped from the corner of your mouth, his cock twitched in your mouth which was his cue to pull away.

You whimpered pathetically, of course Miguel catched up on that and wiped your mouth with his thumb. “Such a cock slut already, just for me,” he stroked over your hair before kneeling down your level and hosting up into his arms. Your back hit his desk, legs dangling over the edge.

“What hermosa? No, smart comment?” Miguel teased with a smirk, you couldn’t say a word. Your throat hurt, no tone would come from your lips.

Miguel dipped his head down, teeth closing around your nipple while his right hand grabbed your breast. Massaging it as his tongue lapped on your nipple, causing you to whimper again. In response your man slapped your breast making you moan, “fuck,” your voice barely audible, throaty thanks to Miguel.

Switching sides he sucked on your right nipple, your hand coming up to grab his hair and pulling on his roots. “Ay, dios mío,” Miguel moaned, loudly.

He pinched your neglected nipple causing you to arch your back and a line of goosebumps to adorn your skin.

Suddenly you felt his tip stroke over your drenched entrance, distracted by his work on your breasts you hadn’t noticed immediately.

“Miguel,” you whispered and in the next moment he had plunged his huge cock into your cunt. A pained yet pleasurable moan left your body, loud and hoarse.

His cock was big, and thick, god even after all this years you needed time to adjust to his size. You could feel those veins, how he stretched you out. “Don’t fret mi luciérnaga, I’m not fully inside you yet,” Miguel whispered against your lips before kissing you.

You loved his kisses, they were full of fire and passion. Miguel kissed you like he owned you – he did, and it was one of your favourite things. His lips were so soft and warm, sliding over yours before his teeth bit into your bottom lip.

“After all those years and you’re still so tight,” he gushed and slowly pushed deeper inside you, lifting his head to look at you with a smirk.

“Feel that mi luciérnaga? Feel me deep inside your belly,” Miguel pressed his hand onto your stomach, feeling his tip bulge out, “am I too big for you?” he taunted.

You didn’t know what possesed you, but something did, “you wish,” you snapped. Miguel looked dumbfounded for a second before his expression turned into a glare, “guess my mocosa is back.”

He pulled out all the way before harshly pushing back in with his full length, cunt pulsing around him as he pounded into you without mercy. You couldn’t catch a break, he constantly hit your sensitive spot, “you like it, huh, like me fucking you like the puta you are,” aside from his cock pushing you into an abyss of pleasure, Miguel’s voice made you shiver.

It also didn’t help that he groaned uncontrollably, growling when you tightened around him. You were close, so fucking close and he knew it.

Miguel wrapped your legs tight around his waist to keep you close. His thrusts became harsher, and his thumb pressed down on your bundle of nerves, drawing hard circles.

His pace was animalistic, “look at you, mi luciérnaga already cock drunk. That’s what you need, someone to fuck all the anger out of you, fuck you dumb.” You couldn’t say anything, only unidentified words came past your lips.

Your high was near, it came and washed over you like a fresh shower, “mhm, come for me, buena niña,” Miguel only strengthened it.

“I’m not finished yet,” he stated and manhandled you, so your back was turned to him.

All the while still having his cock in your needy cunt and fucking you through your orgasm. His hands gripped your ass as he rutted into you, “Miguel,” you whined, holding onto his desk, “come on where’s your fire mi luciérnaga?” he slapped your ass.

You had nothing in you anymore, your head was completely empty. As much as would’ve wanted, you couldn’t. You just laid there, enjoying the pleasure, and taking everything Miguel gave you.

“Maldito infierno,” he cursed as he reached his orgasm, for a moment he stilled inside you and painted your velvet walls with his cum. Filling you up to the brim, not pulling out.

He slid his hand around you and pulled you against his broad chest, right hand wrapping around your throat like a necklace.

“How you feeling mi luciérnaga,” he whispered, softly stroking your sides while you closed your eyes.

“’m fine, Miggy,” you mused laying your head on his shoulders. Everything felt at peace, you were calm and had no issues with anything.

You could just lean against Miguel and he would take of you. He scooped you up and slowly pulled out to make sure he didn't hurt you, his cum leaking out of your cunt. A sight Miguel could never forget – one he didn't want to forget.

Miguel went to your universe, laying you into your bed and cleaning you up. Meanwhile you dazed around, until he joined you in bed.

"I don't have anger issues," you muttered into him as you cuddled up against him.

He covered you two with the blanket, "no, you don't," he agreed and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. You were fast asleep, tired and spend while Miguel admired your beauty.

You have anger issues, always will but Miguel knew an affective method to control them. Add to that he loved your fire, needed it.

And Miles did fuck up.

please reblog/comment and give feedback! I would love to know if you like my Miguel fics, I have so many more ideas

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[bisexualraichu]

since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV

- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I

- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')

- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO

- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA

- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈

- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo

- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA

- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming

- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me

- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?

- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not

- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again

- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭

- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao

- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior

- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other

- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭

- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')

could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)

#qsmp #qsmp team bolas

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 3/19/2024

boy hope i never run out of zelda games to play or my mental health is going to Tank. there are very vague endgame stuff spoilers (not where zelda is, but some of the time fuckery) but i am going to spoil a bit of the rito sage quest. nothing is rot-13'ed. i feel like that's a fair compromise since this game has been out for about a year? please let me know YOUR opinions on recent game spoilers

listening

Thanks A Lot But No Thanks from the 1955 musical It's Always Fair Weather, sung by Dolores Grey. this was Dolores Grey propaganda in the @hotvintagepoll. i love a sugar baby song and this is sort of an. anti-sugar-baby song? a satitrical sugar baby song? she thanks suitors for increasingly improbable gifts (the state of Maine, et al) before killing them??

the PIPES on this woman!!! the comedic timing!!! she pulls out a gun and shoots suitors dead while thanking them for an autographed picture of john wayne!!! she pulls a big lever and they all fall under the stage!!! ive been having kind of a Time in the depths of unemployment and this made me genuinely laugh (not one short sharp bark of laughter, full on cackling).

thanks for the darling uranium mine indeed

reading

the moonstone by wilkie collins (and philip). this has been my falling asleep reading book. this is decidedly not a cozy mystery but the stakes are not like. so high i have to keep reading through the night to find out what happens. i'm having a good time with it, currently about halfway and still very irritated with rachel, the main character right now. i have not revised my "spoiled brat" opinion and i look forward to seeing if i ever revise it.

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watching

The Three Musketeers (2011, dir. Paul W.S. Anderson). thank you mackintosh (this is a discard from my hometown library and no one needs to know where that is thanks). it's pretty widely available on free platforms rn which is how you know it's good. it's not Good is the thing but it is extremely fun. it is straight up the three musketeers but with an airship. milla jovovich jumps off an airship into the channel. milla jovovich does some assassins creed shit. luke evans does some assassins creed shit. there is an airship fight and an airship chase. it is So cheesy and unfortunately never got another sequel. it also inexplicably has some of the finest cinematic swordfighting since the golden age of hollywood.

this was a really successful impromptu movie night pick for a more widely varied gang than usual, including some teens. my bestie also enjoyed it, which i am So pleased by bc she has extremely exacting movie taste. this cast is so stacked for no good reason: orlando bloom, luke evans, christoph waltz, mads mikkelsen, matthew macfayden...

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playing

i have a post in my head about breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom and their dialogue with each other about loss and grief, but i think that's going to have to wait until i have a little bit more brainpower. perhaps i can talk a little bit about how they make me feel about loss and grief, and how i was upset for zelda and her hundred-year siege in the last one but i am so so so desperately sad for zelda in tears of the kingdom.

i played through breath of the wild with a constant background sense of loss and grief. this is only partially due to the real-life severe depression and joblessness. i think this is a personal brain thing and not a game thing, but i did feel guilty when fucking around in breath of the wild and not actively doing main quests to save zelda. like i would look at the castle off in the distance and feel kind of bad. the champions (and zelda!) telling link as soon as physically possible that it wasn't his fault made me cry in real life every time. i get it's like a month max of in-universe time between games, but it still feels like he has once again missed SO much. i think this is sort of a larger symptom of depression in that i look at [REDACTED] in tears of the kingdom and get a bit hopeless about [REDACTED] and it's like. well i might as well go pick golden apples and not do main quests. time is meaningless.

i am really glad they kept the shrine of resurrection on the plateau in tears of the kingdom. if that hadn't been there i the player would have felt very unmoored. i cannot begin to think how unreal and depersonalized it would have made link feel.

enough of that! the hero's path function is so funny. there are such huge swathes of the map i looked at and said No Thanks! Not Yet!

my depths map is even funnier. eight lightroots so far. no thank you! too scary still! i thought until VERY RECENTLY that all the caves and wells led to the depths and was avoiding them. mistake! cool shit in caves and wells! some horrible boys as well but they are vastly outnumbered by the cool shit.

the rito sage quest fucked SO severely. i had so much fucking fun with that boss fight even though it took me a real life two hours to get up to the arena with the puzzles to unlock the boss fight. i also surprised myself and did not have to look up how to beat any of the puzzles or the boss! just entered a state of flow and looked up and it was three hours later! i know a lot of people are very grumpy about how this was not a totally new game with a totally new map, but i have nothing but praise for the mechanics in this completely new section. knocked my socks off. made me think but wasn't too frustrating. made me use all my powers and all my weapon types. it was simply a great deal of almost frictionless fun! some over the top sick as shit stuff that is the whole point of video games as a medium imo

unlocked all the geoglyphs and i am Upset. i am UPSET.

and now for some horse talk (TM): i kept the very first horse i caught out of nostalgia even though these stats are not very good. i think the naming scheme for this game will be H (the last game was C). the breath of the wild giant ganon horse is so funny. you can't do shit with this horse. you can't change the mane. you can't change the tack. you can't increase his stats. he's just There. Large.

tangential horse talk: why is this lynel in the wetlands. his feathering and fetlocks are going to rot off. he is going to founder

some places ASCEND works where i didn't expect it to: tree. water you can stand in.

i stumbled across the last power completely accidentally while trying to deliver some eyes to a mysterious god and this was so fucking funny. i DID throw this guy down a big pit in the last game and he never came back. i forgot about that.

also people were fucking gaga for rauru but why didn't i see people talking about either of these two last summer on this, the -girl affix site and the scruffy shredded boy site

some other bits and bobs:

i was so annoyed patricia was part of the compendium in the last game i fucking got her this time ok

very hashtag relatable languages moment

unrelated to either of those things, i have done the gerudo sage quest except for the boss battle and i missed two huge swathes of hashtag tunnel gameplay (going to find riju through the tunnels. simply went overland) and getting to the central temple chamber (simply used ascend). whoops

there's a little tower concept art piece in purah's room in the ancient lab! that's a fun little touch i really love, it really helps differentiate the games and show changes in the overworld between games in a very cheap and east way for the devs

bc i play these games like dressup simulators, i also want to note that misko's tents are also really fun, they really feel like they're from a much earlier era and i'm stumbling across an untouched archaeological site

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making

garden update: growing along okay, it has been so so so wet lately and i should have bitten the bullet and bought the big expensive bag of perlite, the drainage is not terrific. i should elevate all the planters and that would help a bit too. tomatoes are bit leggy, i moved them out of the partial shade on the end of the balcony and in front of the window. i am a bit concerned about them getting scorched, but again it's been so wet lately they need all the help they can get. i feel like they're established enough to be pruned a bit to make them bushier but i am Afraid. there are worse things in life than leggy tomatoes

the pic on the left below: these bush beans are looking a bit strange as well. the four shorter ones came up, promptly withered their cotyledons, and i thought they died until they popped out their first true leaves. the larger ones i think may have some kind of mosaic virus but it's a little early to tell. these are bins that haven't been used outside (they stored clothes in for the move) and new dirt from home depot. either the dirt or the seed stock itself may have been infected? very strange. the cucumbers in the bin in the back (hidden by the beans) are also taking forever to get going. at least the sweet peas are doing fine. the spinach i planted in that back bin withered where the stems met the soil and died. i think it was simply to early and too damp for them.

anyway on the right pic above: these normie peas and normie climbing beans seem to be doing fine. that's dill in the gray pot and basil in the bucket, they also seem to be doing fine. just sort of a perplexing corner on the other side of the balcony.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[kaibeaniez]

"Naughty Boy"

Warnings: the onceler, smut, face riding, praise, degradation, orgasm denial, I think that's it.

"Alright, I've had about enough of you," the Onceler said, pointing a finger at you accusingly. You looked him dead in the eyes innocently, not knowing what he was talking about. You tilted your head to the side in question. He rolled his eyes at you.

"You were flirting with that woman all night!" He said, louder than before. You thought back to the party that ended about an hour ago. You were talking to a lady, but you didn't think you were flirting with her. "I honestly have no idea what you are talking about." You replied, head still cocked to the side. He rolled his eyes again, turning away from you. "Maybe she was flirting with me, but I definitely wasn't flirting back, I promise. You know I'm oblivious." You told him reassuringly.

"Lay down. Now." He barked at you. You complied quickly, not wanting to anger him further. Then all of a sudden, you hear the sound of a belt rattling. You look up from your spot on the bed. He was still turned away from you, but he now didn't have a shirt on. He was fiddling with his pants buckle, mumbling something along the lines of "Stupid fucking belt."

When he finally got the belt undone and his pants down, you could see the tent in his pants, and judging by the size of it, he had been horny for a while. You looked in slight amazement as he walked to your side of the bed slowly.

"You see what you do to me, pretty boy?" 'Pretty boy,' that was the pet name he called you when you were in trouble. You knew something was going to happen.

He began to undress you, the cold air biting at your sensitive skin. Once he was satisfied with how naked you were, which was completely, he took a long look at you.

It was awkward really, him in his boxers and you, completely naked and exposed. He looked you up and down, his eyes filled with lust, and hunger.

He slowly began to strip off his underwear, looking you straight in the eyes as he did. He then kissed you aggressively as he rubbed his hands up and down your curves, loving every single piece of you.

When he pulled away from the kiss, there was a spit string between your mouths. You both panted heavily as you catch your breaths.

He then straddled your waist, sitting down heavily for such a small man. He began to move his hands all around your ribs and sternum. You moaned softly as he did so, earning a smirk from him.

As he was feeling your body, he slowly moved his hips up your body, eventually sitting on your stomach, then your chest. But now, he was suspending himself over your face.

"You've been a very naughty boy, and naughty boys deserve to be punished." He said while lowering himself onto your face. He moaned quietly as he ground against your face softly.

You watched him, and stuck your tounge out. He groaned and pushed harder on your face, making you push out a airy moan.

This is exactly what you wanted. You were talking to that woman all night on purpose. You knew he would have his way with you when he saw you with her. You made sure that he saw, letting her get up close in your face, even letting her touch you multiple times.

You moaned softly into his ass as he ground on your face. You rolled your eyes back into your head as he went faster, holding on to the headboard.

You reached down to grab your cock but he slapped your hand away. "Naughty boys aren't allowed to touch themselves," he says in a low voice. You moan at this, loving being degraded. "You stupid fucking slut, all you want is my ass and cock, isn't it? Isn't it slut, answer me!" You nodded as you continued to eat him out. He reaches down you grab your cock, finally letting it feel some of the pleasure.

"Oh, you're such a good boy for me," he said, his temper seemed to subside. He continues to jerk you off at a fast pace, the same as his hip. You groan, signalling that you are close. "Such a good boy, cumming so quickly," he says as he lets go. You whimper slightly at the loss of touch.

"Don't cum until I tell you to," he says in a low voice. He rocks his hips harder, moving the bed, and you, back and forth. Finally after what seemed like hours, he grabbed your dick again.

You moaned loudly at the feeling, knowing that he would cum soon as well.

"Alright, you're gonna cum with me, slut. You ready? 3..2..1.. now!" He half yells, half moans out the sentence as you both cum at the same time. Your face and stomach no covered in different cum.

He lifts off off you, licking the cum off of your stomach, as you do with what you can reach on your face. He leaves the room and comes back with towels. "Here," he says sweetly, almost apologetic.

"Thank you," you say tiredly. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead. "I was 'flirting' with that woman on purpose," you said with a chuckle. The oncelers face immediately went red. Then you both laughed.

"Hey," you said as you were falling asleep, "your ass tastes good."

#the oncler #onceler x reader #oncler x male reader #mlm concept #gay #the lorax

[sunnydayroleplay]

Aight bestie.

Joseph fucking MC in Jack's costume.

The rest is up to you, go wild bestie lol

IHJFEVWHHJ RFWIN I AM BARKING BESTIE WOOF WOOF WE'RE WRITING IT This fic includes: Sending nudes, again, lots of potty mouth from the Sunny-Time Crew (OOC), Definite size difference, Make-Out Sess, Praise, Use of: Sunshine/Sunspot, Darling, Baby, Honey. You were at work, Joseph was at work. It was quite lonely for the both of you, and you had the most splendid idea. You went into the employee backroom, break-room, whatever you like to call it, and you went ahead to grab your phone from your back pant pocket. You open up your messages between you and Joseph . You thought "Fuck it, I'm bored" and you sent him a photo of your beautiful self. Without some articles of clothing. You send it. Waiting for Joseph to reply. Now in Joseph's point of view, they had just finished recording another episode, and he was still in costume. He was scrolling on his phone, his co-workers and other members of the Sunny-Time Crew we're having a blast, all of them with a lit cigarette in his hand. Joseph leaned against their table, his jaw flew open, as his face began turning a little red. Everyone seems to take notice, and asks some questions. Joseph flung his head around, turning off his phone, and shoving it in his pocket. "Hey now Joey, you alright?"

"Yeah! I'm fine. Sorry." "My, my. One of them mommas send you a pic of their machinery?"

"Wh-what! No, I don't even know how they would ge-"

"Joe, a man don't get no flustered by lookin' at theys phone to say it was nothin'."

"But I-"

"And I refuse to believe you actually have a nice guy or gal waitin' at home for ya."

"Hey now darlin', you never know what kinda fella Joseph can reel in his rod."

"Yeah, it's not like he ain't fine. We all wouldn't have any jobs if that was the case."

"Don't back-track now, Mister! I still wanna know what or who made our little baby-man so flustered n' mustered up!"

"It's nothin' you guys. Listen I'll be back, I gotta make a phone call."

"Aww shiiiiit! Finally our lil' Jojo got sent some gears and bolts of one of those fine baby mommas! Joseph does have some fine ma'am or sir waitn' for him!~ Look at him go, he's doin' his speedwalk! Now yer know he's rushin' to reply!"

"Well call me cloudy with a heavy chance of rain, I never knew our Joey could do such a thang....Now who do you think it is?"

"Mrs. Stephens! She's always grindin' her heel every chance she gets! And Joey gives her plenty of 'em."

While the crew chatted away under the presumption that Joseph found a wonderful mother to bless, Joseph hid away in a rest-room, locking the door behind him. He pulled out his phone to inspect the image you had sent him closely, and he was not disappointed. Boy, he had to get home, and he had to get home now. He rushed out, swiftly grabbing his one bag, wallet and keys. Not even bothering to get out of costume. "H-Hey! Joe, what are ya doin?"

"I'll be back tomorrow."

"But th-, ne-nevermind, just bring it back clean." "Go Joe! Get that baby-makin' pussy!" And with that, he was gone. He hopped into his car, and made his way to speed over to you. By then you were already home, finally someone wanted to do their shift, if not on time. You were sitting comfortably in your room, scrolling on your phone, where you heard a few foot-steps from outside it. "Joseph! I didn't except ya to come home so early!"

You heard large thumps come by your room and open the door, shutting it behind. He makes his way in a primary color fashion, prancing on top of you. The bed sinks, and you suddenly feel very small with this very big man on top of you. He leans down to kiss your soft lips. You slowly try to sit up, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, Your hands in that blue, surprisingly soft hair of his. You wonder why he came home in that, but hey, questions, not complaints. The two of you passionately kiss, Joseph's hands slowly trickle down your body as you kiss this clown-looking man, Smudging make up as you passionately make out. My, it was something. "C'mon honey, I'll make sure you have a sunny-time~" He glares into your reflective eyes, as his hands interlock with yours, and he slowly begins to unbuckle his smiling belt. He throws it on the floor, along with those dark colored pants of his. He goes back on top of you once more, you grind onto his clothed cock, your face reddening as you bite your tongue. "Settle down, sunshine, we'll get there in a moment~" "But I want to get there now~" You whine. You begin to wrap your legs around his sides, your feet resting on his back. He picks you up by gripping your outer thighs, and pulls you in much closer. You can feel how hard his cock is, because it's so close to where yours is.

"Sunspot~ Like I said, we'll get there in a moment~ I gotta treat that nice and beautiful body of yours right after-all~!" He giggles, slowly taking off your shirt, as he flings it across the room, leaning down to kiss your stomach, all the way to your jawline. You pull on his hair, yank it off and throw it away along with all the other costume pieces. Oh, the make-up department is gonna kick his ass when he comes back in later. But it'll all be worth it. "You tease me too much~" You quietly moan out. His soft normal colored hair blooms back out, as you mess it up the slightest.

"Darling, I may tease you, but you enjoy it~" After successfully taking off all your clothes, then and only then does he take off his boxers. His fully erect cock springing back into action.

"You ready, baby?~"

You gently cusp his face with both of your hands, kissing his forehead. "Will you stop askin' questions and just put your dick inside me already?" "Alright, I ain't gon' be gentle." After you had your fun, even though you both maybe failed the goal of "fuckin' till daylight". Ya still had fun. It was the next day, Joseph came in, looking like he was attacked. He wasn't joking when he said that it wasn't going to be gentle. My his hair was in a wreck, his neck, collarbones and shoulders covered in hickeys and scratches. Smudged make-up smearing off from his lips. Yeah his co-workers would ask him non-stop who fucked him, and the department is going to beat the living hell out of him, my my was it all worth it.

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[jungwnies]

partners ✰ 3 god, i hate you!

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"i should've called bullshit the moment i saw those 'jake being the sweetest idol' compilations on youtube." you say opening a drawer that revealed a poem.

"just because i'm not nice to you doesn't mean i'm rude to everyone else." jake laughs reading the poem besides you.

"you know when i heard i was mc-ing with you i did my research because i was so excited to interact with someone who i thought would be an absolutely sweetheart." you laugh, "instead i got you."

"it's not bullshit, you just happened to get the short end of the stick." jake tells you, putting the pieces of the poem together to solve something. "we could've grown to like each other if you just held your anger in and waited for me to warm up to you."

"oh so now i'm temperamental?" you argue stepping closer to him. "you're going to call me temperamental even when you're the root of my anger?"

"it's not that deep y/n, just suck it in." jake tells you rolling his eyes, "can you pass me that?"

you take a deep breath and walk away, "i'm out of here, i can do with no phone if it means i get to leave."

you go back to the entrance and exit the escape room making your way back to the van. "stupid, entitled, rude ass mother-" you begin before the vibration of your phone ringing in your pocket distracts you.

"hello?" you answer after clicking the green button to pick up.

"go back inside y/n." your manager tells you on the other end of the line.

you look at your manager inside the van who shows nothing but anger on his face. it's almost as if there are flames in his eyes and smoke is coming out of his ears.

you storm back inside the escape room to see jake still solving the puzzles, "look who's back, i guess you really can't live without your phone."

"jake, i'm going to give you 30 seconds to shut the fuck up because if you don't, i might end up in jail." you tell him, shoving him off the chair.

the two of you manage to work quietly and escape the room even though you left him alone in there a while ago.

"so, do we ever have to do this ever again?" you ask your manager as you leave the escape room.

"you guys are going to hang out every friday after music bank until the resentment for each other is completely gone." his manager tells you guys as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"hell no." jake barks angrily. "i am not wasting any more of my time just to hang out with her."

"what makes you think i would want to waste my time on someone like you either?" you argue, ready to rip each other's heads off.

"what are you guys? five?" your manager asks annoyed, "grow up and start treating each other with respect. people have eyes everywhere and one day you will not be able to hide how much you guys hate each other resulting in the downfall of not only you guys, but your groups as well."

the two of you look at each other and roll your eyes. "this is your fault." you mouth to the boy.

you open twitter on your phone to be greeted by fan edits of jake and you which makes you sick to your stomach resulting in you putting down your phone after exiting out the app. they might as well take away your phone if all you're going to see is edits of you and some guy you really, really hate.

eventually you reach your dorm and thank jake's manager for driving you back. the moment you step into the dorm the rest of the girls are in the living room watching something on the tv screen.

a member stands up and walks to you, "where've you been?" miya asks as you take off your jacket and hang it up.

"i'm being forced to hang out with jake every friday after music bank." you tell her as you now take off your shoes.

"it shouldn't be too bad, he's nice isn't he?" she asks, walking with you to the kitchen.

you put your cup against the fridge as water fills it up, you take a sip and look back at miya, "yeah sure, he's sweetheart." you lie. "i just would rather come straight back and relax, you know?"

miya nods, "i would prefer to come straight home too, at least he's not overbearing though."

though you wanted to laugh and tell her how wrong she was about him, you knew that keeping your relationship with him under wraps would be the safest route.

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[writer-of-various]

Gang AU – Alejandro x Rudy, Rudy x others

Rudy looked out the small window in his room, feeling bitter as he watched people, free people, walk along the sidewalk and laugh and talk. He never had the chance to be a kid or a teenager, and now he's turning 21 and has never experienced life outside the bars. He's a prize, a trophy, all because his father couldn't stop buying drugs when he didn't have the money. He tries his hardest to hide his resentment towards those around him, especially the Garza's. While they did technically buy him off from his father, Mr. Garza was a kind man to him. He treated him like one of his own, and he only had a daughter. Rudy's siblings and mother are dead, so he only has the Garza's.

"Rudy, you up?" Speaking of Garza. Rudy moves away from the window and opens his door, smiling at the sight of Valeria. She's a strong, independent woman that was rebellious at a young age. She defied her father and mother, but they still loved her and only hope that whatever she does, she remains safe and happy. There were some times where Mr. Garza had to put his foot down and the whole house shook with their screams, but they pushed it behind them the next morning and acted like nothing happened. Valeria is brutal to others, she's mean and intimidating but when Rudy first arrived at her home, she made sure to soften up a bit for him. It was obvious he was abused, he had bruises painting his pale skin and he flinched and apologized at every loud noise. She treated him like he was her baby brother, and after so many years being together in the same household, he did become her baby brother.

"Good morning, Val." He greets, following her down the hallway. "What are your plans today?"

Valeria groans, her fists clenching at her sides. "Dad wants to try making an alliance with 141, so he wants me to go introduce myself and all that formal crap. They know who I am, all the dogs here know not to bark at me."

Rudy raises a brow, sensing something deeper. "Is that all? Or do you know them more than you're letting on?" Valeria sighs, stopping abruptly and looking down at him with a small smile.

"This is why dad offers you jobs, you know people too good. And yes, I know them. Ghost is a fucking asshole, he's the co-leader of the gang. There's some rumors that John Price is considering stepping down, and if he does, Ghost takes his place." They start walking again, Valeria holding the doors open for him and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Then there's the Shadows. Phillip Graves keeps pestering dad about an alliance, but under direct negotiation that father is declining. But the Gringo is stubborn."

"What's the negotiation?" Rudy asks, and Valeria seems to twitch, her eyes darkening and her lips turning down into a frown. "Valeria." He presses, and the slightly older woman growls.

"You. Graves wants you, he has been since finding out you are one of ours. He's a pervert, you were barely 13 and he was almost 20. And stop looking like that, you aren't going to hand yourself over if shit goes sideways." Valeria growls and Rudy shrinks back, bowing his head submissively and Valeria sighs. She pulls him into a tight embrace, and he relaxes under her rare, comforting touch.

"I'm sorry, Val. I just want to protect you and your parents. You guys have done everything to protect me and I just feel like...I don't know. I used to be someone, all the boys and girls in my run down neighborhood used to stop by and I cooked and cleaned and patched them up. I was useful." Rudy trails off and Valeria sighs again before smiling at him.

"Well, when dad steps down and I become the leader, I want you by my side. Like how mom is with dad. Damn, the more I talk about this crap the more I realize we probably belong in London." Rudy laughs at that, shaking his head.

"Trust me, the Royal Family is far more normal then we are."

"I'll drink to that!"

——

When they arrive at 141's house, they are surprised to see a party being thrown and Los Vaqueros were there. Valeria seems to realize something and she growls, storming over and Rudy quickly follows her, concerned about her change of attitude.

"Vargas!" She screams, and everyone goes quiet, whipping their heads to her direction and Rudy blushes furiously in embarrassment. He stays pressed against Valeria, looking around the place with wide eyes. Between hearing what the Shadow Gang leader wants, which is him, and the fear of anything going sideways, Rudy hasn't enjoyed his time outside. He isn't used to being around so many people at once, he was always kept out of a room that is loaded with weapons and drugs, and there were hookers trying to cover themselves up and sneak away. He doesn't miss the way some people, mostly guys, look his way, their eyes dark with something he can't describe or put a word to. Strange.

"Valeria, what the fuck?" A tall man yells, and Rudy looks at him and is immediately enhanced. The man is handsome, his face sharply defined, hair dark and gelled back and he's muscular. His dark eyes land on Rudy, who makes a small noise and hides behind Valeria, who wraps a strong arm around his waist in reassurance.

"Why are your idiotas here, Alejandro? Where's Price?" Valeria growls, and as if on cue, an older yet handsome man walks out of a room and smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes.

"Ah, Garza, wasn't expecting to see you here. Are you here for business or the party?" Price takes out a cigar and lights it, looking so calm.

"Why are Los Vaqueros here?" Valeria orders an answer and Alejandro snorts, throwing a glare at her.

"And why is that any of your business?" He throws back and Valeria inches closer, only stopping when Rudy grabs her hand and caresses the back of it, calming her down...for now.

"Alright, my office, now. Party's over, folks! Get the bloody hell out of here!" Price shouts, and the people besides the leaders leave without complaint. Rudy walks with Valeria, frowning when she stops him and looks around.

"I don't want you in there, in case anything happens, but I don't wanna leave you alone out here." She whispers, and Rudy gives her a small smile.

"I brought my knife, I'll be fine. I promise." He whispers back and Valeria grins, eyeing him up and down.

"If I wasn't gay, I would have fucked you right here." She grins wolfishly and Rudy blushes, hiding his face and stepping back from her.

"Val!" He exclaims, and she laughs before walking into the office. He waits outside the door patiently, observing everything around him. He eyes a man with a mohawk walk up to him, a charming smile tracing his lips.

"Well hello there beautiful." He says, and Rudy tries not to blush. Keep it together, Rudy.

"Hello." He greets politely, feeling so small under the man's strong stare.

"I'm Soap, what's your name?" The man outstretches his hand and Rudy shakes it, a perfect brow raised at the weird name. He knows it's not his real name, but to have an alias called Soap is just...unique.

"Rudy, it's nice to meet you Soap." He shakes hands with Soap, who's smile grows wider. Rudy retracts his hand and fidgets, almost jumping in surprise when another man appears out of nowhere, glaring at Soap.

"Why are you bothering this man?" The newcomer questions, and he seems to stand protectively in front of Rudy. This whole ordeal is crazy and Rudy is impressed he hasn't lost his mind by now. The newcomer is cute, barely taller than Soap and he's leaner but he has broad shoulders that Rudy peeks over to try seeing Soap, who appears to not be bothered. They must know each other then.

"Aw Gaz, why ye actin' like that? I ain't doing nothing to the cutie, just being a gentleman." Soap says, a bit too cheerily, and the other man shakes his head. He turns to look down at Rudy, who doesn't like how short he is compared to these guys. Hell, Valeria is even taller than him by an inch, and it doesn't help she wears those boots that give her a few more inches.

"Sorry, sir, my name is Gaz, and I'm sure this buffoon already introduced himself. Are you waiting for Price?" Gaz's voice is soft, like he didn't want to startle him. While adorable, Rudy couldn't help but feel belittled.

"No, I'm here with Valeria Garza." He says, and he wants to smirk when both their eyes widen and they share a look. "Tell me, why are Los Vaqueros here? I hear 141 and LV are close, but not this close...this party, it was a celebration, no?" Rudy continues, and he loves how Gaz looked appalled and Soap was stoic but his eyes gleamed.

"Smart observation, Rudy. You'll learn in like, 2 sec–" "¡Hijo de puta!" Valeria's enraged scream startled Rudy, who runs into the office to see Valeria looking like she was about to have a meltdown. And a meltdown Valeria isn't a Valeria you want to be around.

"Valeria, what happened?" Rudy goes over to her and she glares at Price and Alejandro.

"These two pussies decided to ally with one another. You're going to regret this, John." Valeria says in a low voice, a warning to the older man. She gives Alejandro another sharp glare before moving to leave, when Alejandro speaks up.

"Who's this?" He points at Rudy, who tries to appear calm but every ticking second felt like a second closer before a bomb went off. Valeria stops, looking conflicted and Rudy speaks before he can even think of being smart.

"Rodolfo Parra." He says, settling his features into a sharp glare when Alejandro grins at him.

"Rodolfo...I want him. You give me your princesa, and the three of us have an alliance." Alejandro speaks calmly, but what he said was anything but calm. Rudy pales, looking at Valeria who snarls and lunges at the other, her knife out and ready to strike. Price stops her, shaking his head and Valeria growls, a scary and deep sound that rumbles throughout her chest.

"He's not some bitch, Vargas. Go fuck a hooker." Valeria grabs Rudy and drags him out, cursing in Spanish under her breath. Rudy hugs her arm, trying not to burst into tears but his worst fear is coming true. The Garza Cartel won't get any allies because the leaders of other gangs want him, like he's some trophy.

He's in shock, he doesn't know when they get back to their safehouse, but he snaps out of it when he hears Valeria shouting and Mr. Garza trying to console her. Mrs. Garza has a hand over her mouth, begging under her breath, praying, and Rudy starts giggling. They stare at him in confusion, but Rudy can't stop laughing. Holy shit, was this his life now? Some bitch that's bought and traded? Damn, his father really ruined his life.

"Rudy..." Valeria whispers, but Rudy walks off to his room, shutting the door and holding back the urge to lock it. The Garza's didn't like it when he locked his door. No freedom, really, but he's their trophy. They just treat him better than anyone else can. He goes back to looking out his window, remembering the old Las Almas, when the Mexican government didn't let the people of this beautiful city rot with the cartels and gangs. A city that attracted gangs, mafias, cartels, from all over the world. A city of souls, literally.

——

Rudy forced himself to go to sleep early that evening, and he didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day. He sits up and goes to his bathroom, turning on the tap of his shower and trying to hold back the tears. He can't be weak. He can't. He steps in when the water is warm and washes his body and hair, thinking about every solution there could be involving alliances. The Garza Cartel is on top of the corrupted hierarchy, basically the government of Las Almas. 141 was formed after the battle of Las Almas, where the final front of the Mexican military tried to push back the cartel, with no support from the Mexican government. They lost and retreated, and the few that escaped with the soldiers did, because after that, no one was allowed to leave Las Almas.

Mr. Garza is a kind man to his family, he's willing to die for them. But to the outside, he is a completely different man. Ruthless, mean, aggressive. Valeria got it from him, obviously.

The Shadow Company came shortly after the formation of 141. They worked with the Mexican army unit stationed for the final front in Las Almas, Los Vaqueros, but eventually betrayed them and took control of Northern Las Almas. After the betrayal, the commander of Los Vaqueros took a handful of his best soldiers and developed a gang based on weapons transportation that soon became dirty.

The Garza Cartel is in control of all Las Almas, but Mr. Garza allowed 141, Los Vaqueros, and the Shadows to form their own territory under his direct and strict supervision. He wants alliances since there are bigger threats outside Las Almas waiting to take them all down, but the crudeness of Alejandro Vargas and the secret alliance between LV and 141 only made him doubtful. Mr. Garza doesn't want anything to do with the Shadows, especially Graves, but they seemed to be the only option.

He sighs sadly, turning off the shower and stepping out, drying himself on and getting dressed. He hears a commotion outside and furrows his brows looking out his window to see a bunch of black, armored jeeps parked around the safehouse. He races out of his room, his knife tucked inside his belt as he jogs down the stairs, stopping abruptly when he sees Mr. Garza talking to a man. He's white, with light brown hair and blue eyes that he could get lost in. He's unaware of him standing there, staring, before a soft hand grabs his shoulder and turns him around. Mrs. Garza is looking at him with concern, touching his forehead with the back of her palm when she notices how flushed he looks.

"Rudy, are you okay, dear?" She asks and Rudy nods, pointing to the strange yet handsome man.

"Who's that?" He asks, and Mrs. Garza sighs tiredly.

"Phillip Graves. He's requesting a competition against 141 and Los Vaqueros. These men are fucking filthy pigs. We won't let them get you, Rudy." Mrs. Garza says, and Rudy hugs her.

"Mrs. Garza...I have to go to one of them. We are powerful but there's more dangerous gangs out there, waiting for when we are all at our weakest. I can't let anyone hurt you, Mr. Garza, or Valeria." Rudy steps back and gives her a small smile before walking into Mr. Garza's office, surprising him and Graves. The American eyes him hungrily, standing up and sticking his hand out. Rudy shakes it out of politeness, nodding at Mr. Garza and sitting down in the empty seat.

"I hear you want a competition. Fine. Deal is on, whatever gang wins gets me." Rudy says, his voice monotonous and Mr. Garza shakes his head but Rudy holds up a hand. "I'm almost 21, I can make my own decisions. This is beneficial to the cartel. Now, Mr. Graves, why should I ever consider joining you?"

——

August 15th was the day of the competition, and Valeria had decided to join it on behalf of the Garza Cartel so they could win and keep Rudy. She was furious at him for sacrificing himself but Rudy comforted her and told her it was the only way. And if she won, they would have nothing to worry about. It's been a month since Rudy took charge of his own life and today is the day that fate would choose the path. He was told to wear all white, to represent his purity and neutrality. He wore a white gown that Mrs. Garza bought him, and a white cape with blood red patterns over his shoulders, showing anyone who looks his way that he's part of the Garza's. He leaves his room and meets Valeria down the hall, observing her look.

She wore a black and red military style jacket, and cargo pants. She opted for combat boots with no high heels, and her blade is tucked into a belt that once belonged to Mr. Garza and was passed down to her for her 16th birthday.

"Rudy, are you sure you want to do this?" Valeria looks into his eyes and he smiles sadly, nodding his head.

"I love you, Val, you are like a sister to me, you made me feel so safe here. You were always there to protect me. Let's hope the others, if one of them wins, allow me to visit you." Rudy says and Valeria hugs him, wishing they could stay like that forever. If she loses, the better half of her would be ripped away, and she can't do anything about it.

"Come on, the event is going to begin soon." He whispers and they walk to the extravagant backyard of the safehouse, where the training range was set up to hold a large crowd of people. They walk up the stairs to one of the balconies, where Rudy is to sit besides the Garzas. He peers down to the fighting ground, seeing Graves, Alejandro, and the infamous Ghost preparing. Valeria kisses the top of his head before leaving to join the men below, her evil persona coming out and she will shed blood today.

"Rudy, this is your last chance to say no." Mr. Garza is begging him, pleading with him, to say no but Rudy can't.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Garza." Rudy whispers, clutching the cape tight around him. Mr. Garza nods solemnly, and stands to start the competition. One of the guards below shoots into the air, and the first round begins.

The four must race across the range, pick up a sled full of over 20 pound weights and objects, and drag it back in time. Valeria gets their first, grabbing the straps of the sled and pulling it out, her teeth barred but she wasn't the only one struggling. Alejandro and Graves were trying to push theirs along the painted lines, but Ghost did it with ease. Made sense, he's 6 feet 4 inches and is the biggest out of them, muscles that could kill and a build so broad that Rudy has to admit, he checked him out a bit.

Ghost reaches the starting point first, winning the round but there are still 30 seconds left. Graves comes in second, Alejandro third, and Valeria last. Rudy frowns when he sees her pace, her mouth moving quick and he knows she's cursing off everyone and everything.

The next round is archery, they have to shoot five bullseyes, the targets over 10 meters away. Another shot goes off and the four pick up their bows and arrows, Valeria the first to shoot hers. Bullseye. It doesn't take long before Valeria and Graves are tied, Alejandro in third with Ghost last. Graves shoots his last arrow and it's a bullseye. He's the winner of the second round.

There's ten rounds in total, Alejandro was the winner of the third round which was a fighting cage, Valeria won the fourth which was sword fighting. Ghost won 5, Graves won 6 and 7. Alejandro took 8 and 9. The last round taunted Rudy, telling him his fate is so close and Valeria wasn't it. Neither was 141. He watched from the edge of his seat, as the four stood in their starting point. An obstacle course sat before them, where they had to be careful not to be caught by the group of cartel guards. The final shot goes off and Rudy observes, unsure who he wants as his new "owner".

Ghost kicks at a guard, barely managing to slip past the group as he jumps over a giant log. Valeria is stealthy, careful and the guards honestly can't find her. Graves is racing forward, stopping briefly to punch the guard following him. Alejandro is in the lead, and Rudy feels his blood run cold when he gets closer to the end. Graves is close too, trying to catch up, but it's done. Alejandro made it. Half of the crowd cheers, and Rudy gulps, his anxiety spiking. Mr. Garza clears his throat, standing up and he announces Alejandro Vargas as the winner. Rudy stands and leaves, needing space before he hands himself over.

"This is for Valeria" He reminds himself as he retreats back inside the safehouse.

——

It's not long before Rudy goes back out, forcing a smile as all the guests were welcomed inside to the massive dining hall Mr. Garza had, the room full of noise and Rudy's social anxiety began rising. He musters a calm expression and walks over to Alejandro, nose scrunching up when he can already smell beer and cigarette smoke from the loud Vaqueros.

"Mr. Vargas." He speaks up, surprised his new owner could hear him over the shouts of his Vaqueros as one of them lost a game of cards. Alejandro smiles, standing up to his full height and grabbing Rudy's hand, leaning down to kiss the back of his palm. Rudy is surprised at the nobel gesture, the heat in his cheeks visible due to his lighter complexion.

"Rodolfo, glad to see you join us. I thought my Vaqueros and I scared you off or something." Alejandro chuckles nervously, and Rudy observes his body language. Hands buried inside his pockets, his cheek tinted red, and his eyes looking anywhere but at Rudy. He's nervous, awkward, a huge contrast to the stories he heard of Alejandro Vargas.

"It takes a lot to scare me off. How are you doing? Do you like the food?" Rudy asks, sitting down in the empty seat beside Alejandro's and the taller man follows him, wincing when he hits his knee against the table. The Vaqueros shared a look before they all stood up and left, some patting Alejandro on the back. Rudy feels his nerves calm down a bit with the big audience gone, his attention going back to Alejandro who's staring at him.

"You're beautiful" He whispers, and Rudy's eyes widen. Before he can say anything, three familiar people walk over and sit down, someone two his right while the other two sit beside Alejandro. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz.

"What 're ye guys talking about?" Soap asks, a slight slur in his voice and Gaz sighs from next to him.

"Nothing, hermanos. What do you want?" Alejandro turns to look at Soap and Ghost, and Rudy is surprised to see how relaxed Ghost looks when sitting next to the person he lost to. Ghost notices him staring and smirks under his mask, leaning forward and startling Rudy.

"How do you feel about Alejandro taking custody of you?" He asks, voice deep and his accent nice to listen to. As much as Rudy feared The Ghost, he admired him.

"How do you feel about Alejandro owning me?" Rudy asks, and Ghost leans back, shrugging.

"You'll be mine eventually, I'm a patient man." Ghost growls and Rudy's face is completely red. He looks down, feeling eyes on him and then there's a hand on left arm, tracing the sleeves of his gown.

"This is pretty, Rodolfo. Fits you, for now." Gaz speaks up and Rudy snaps his head to him, eyes wide. His breath hitches at Gaz's handsome face, his slight stubble and dark eyes, clouded with something. He unconsciously leans into the touch, heat traveling everywhere across his body and he feels lightheaded.

"Follow me, Rudy." Alejandro's voice breaks through and Rudy hesitates. He nods, accepting the hand and letting Alejandro guide him down the hall. He hears footsteps behind him and turns, surprised to see the three following them closely behind. Alejandro opens a door and gently pushes Rudy, who glances around the guest room in confusion. Why did they bring him in here?

"Is everything o-" he's cut off by rough lips dominating his softer ones, eyes widening as he stares at Alejandro. The heat and intensity of the kiss, his first kiss, has Rudy letting his eyes flutter shut and he wraps his arms around Alejandro's broad shoulders. Someone comes up behind him, the smell of rich cologne that he picked up on one person telling him who it is. Soap.

Soap's hands, slightly callous but gentle as he touched him, undid his cape and handed it to Gaz, who neatly folded it and placed it on a dresser. Ghost stalks over and rips the gown off of him, a gasp leaving Rudy's lips as his body is exposed to the cold air. Oh god, was he going to lose his virginity to the four of them?

"Shh, calm down, amor. We're going to take good care of you. You're our queen now, Rudy. Anything you want, we give it to you." Alejandro coos and Rudy melts, tugging at his jacket and whining softly. He felt like a bitch in heat, or whatever the saying is, but all the pressure fell on him and it wasn't bad pressure. No, he felt needy and hungry and not for food, but for the four big and burly men around him.

"P-please..." He whimpers, biting his bottom lip when he feels a hand grope his round ass. Soap grins, coming to his view.

"Please what, baby?" He says softly and Rudy felt like he could faint.

"Please...fuck me?" Rudy looks up at them for guidance, and Gaz is the one to push away Alejandro and Soap and smiles reassuringly down at him.

"Good boy, you asked so nicely. Lay down, Rudy, we'll give you what you want." He whispers and Rudy nods, stepping out of his torn gown and crawling on the bed, laying on his back and feeling his nerves spike up when the four crawl in after him. Ghost rubs his large hands up and down his thighs, the touches soothing enough that he calms down. Alejandro settles between his legs and removes his underwear, gawking at his exposed hole and Rudy shyly looks away, trying to cover himself up. Soap tsks, shaking his head and pulling his hands away.

"Don't, baby. You're so fucking gorgeous. Fuck, do you know what you do to me?" Soap growls and Rudy mewls softly when he feels teeth nibble at his inner thighs. Alejandro grins as he sucks on his pale skin, the blood rushing and forming a hickey. He watches with big, curious eyes as Gaz touches his chest, both hands groping him and his thumbs circling along his nipples.

"Look at his tits, I want to fuck them so bad." He grunts and Rudy moans, slapping a hand over his mouth when he realizes what he did. Ghost chuckles, easing his hand away before trailing a large hand down to his hole and teasing it. Rudy twitches with want, his mind foggy with lust and he whines, bucking his hips up.

"Por favor" He whimpers, and Alejandro nods. He unbuttons his trousers and Soap grabs something out of his pocket, handing a small bottle to Alejandro who gives a smile of appreciation. Rudy stares at Alejandro's dick with wide eyes, wondering how something so big could fit inside him.

"A-ale...it won't fit!" He squeaks out and they all chuckle, but not in a cruel way. Gaz runs a hand through his hair, leaning down to kiss his neck.

"It's okay, Rudy, it'll fit. It's best to have Alejandro first and not Ghost." Rudy looks over at the masked man then trails his eyes down to his noticeable bulge. Okay, even if Alejandro did fit inside him, how the hell would Ghost? That man is just a large package.

"Are you ready, Rudy?" Alejandro asks, looking at him for consent and Rudy realizes that fate gave him luck. If this was how the rest of his life would be, then he'll take it. A part of him screamed that if Graves won, the American would fuck him right away with no prep or consent. These boys though, they were thoughtful and sincere and gentle.

"Yes." He whispers, and that night becomes the queen of the united 141 and Los Vaqueros gang.

#cod fanfics #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #alejandro x rodolfo #ghost x rodolfo #soap x rodolfo #gaz x rodolfo #gang au #valeria garza #call of duty #task force 141 #los vaqueros #el sin nombre

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1186: Jailhouse Bros. (Tekken 8)

5:34 p.m. at Urban Square's Police Station.......

'Sound of a Cell Closing Shut'

Jin: (Sighs While Sitting on One Side of the Long Seat He's Sharing with Hwoarang) I knew I should've kept riding by and ignore you when I still had the chance.....

Hwoarang,: (Lounging Around on the Other Side of the Seat) Don't be such a drama queen, Kazama. I always ended up coming here more times than I can even try to count. You'll get used to your stay eventually.

Jin: (Rolls his Eyes) With you as my cell mate, my doubts are measurable

Hwoarang: (Glares at his Rival) Hey, I am treat to be around! At least compared to your smart ass.

Jin: (Raises an Eyebrow) Is that so? Then, why would a "Treat" like you, go out of your way to help me during the war?

Hwoarang: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms Together and Turning Away) Isn't it obvious? You were literally the one and only key we have to save the world from pure chaos, so it's no brainer for any of us that we decided to work with you. It seems like you needed the help too considering how out of it you've been feeling lately.

Jin: ('Sigh') You're not completely wrong with that observation. Despite everything, It's honestly a miracle that I was able to pull through till the very end. I don't even think I'd still be here right now if weren't for you and everyone else's help, so.....(Smiles at Hwoarang a Bit) Thanks for that. Truly.

Hwoarang: (Lazily Waves at Jin) Yeah, whatever. Speaking of which.....(Slowly Turns Back to his Rival) How are you feeling now after you fought your old man alone? You didn't really......you know.....

Jin: No. I spared him. Risky move on my part, but I'd rather not continue the cycle of trying to kill one another any longer, no matter how much he deserves it. But on the bright side, neither of us have the Devil Gene anymore, so he probably won't do much other than trying to punch me really hard.

Hwoarang: (Snickers a Bit) I bet he ain't happy about that one bit-

A loud scream of a very long "NOOOO!" Is suddenly heard from outside echoing inside the very police station, ringing both of the boy's ears.

Hwoarang: ............('Clicks Teeth') Case in point. We're never gonna hear the end of it, are we?

Jin: (Rolls his Eyes) Considering how vengefully insane he is, I doubt we'll hear the last from him anytime soon. (Takes a Bit of a Deep Breath) But it's fine. I'll be ready to take on as many times as he wants to fight. I'm through running away from my problems.

Hwoarang: (Simply Nodded with a Small Smile on his Face) Good. (Starts Smirking Now) I'd hate to kick your grumpy ass again.

Jin: (Scoffs While Smirking Back at Hwoarang) Again? Last I checked, I've beaten you twice already. In the ring and on the road.

Hwoarang: Okay, first off, you only gotten lucky on that fight. Let's not sit here and forget that I was molly whopping your ass in the first half of the match, okay? And second, like fucking hell did you beat me in that race! I was on the lead ever since the very moment we started and you know it!

Jin: What I know is that I had far more of a chance of winning it all than you could ever hoped of accomplishing.

Hwoarang: (Went Back to Glaring at Jin) Careful, Kazama. We may be cooped up in this small cell, but you ain't too far off from another kicking session.

Jin: You're more than welcome to try. I'll dodge every. Single. One.

?????: Alright, that's enough outta you two for the night.

The duo turns to see the officer waking by their cell along with an older man with dreads, walking with a cane.

Officer: 'Specially now that you have this gentleman gracious enough to bail both your hides outta here.

Jin: (Instantly Recognizes the Old Man Along with Hwoarang) It's you.

Hwoarang: Old Man Smith!?

Leroy: In the flesh. I ain't the only one here to get you out though.

Leroy's puppy, Sugar, happily sticks her head out on the left side of the cell, letting out a bark, while the person carrying her, Xiaoyu, slowly sticks her head out as well. And yeah......she does NOT look happy in the slightest.

Hwoarang: (Stares at Xiao's Glare Towards him and Jin)............('Clicks Teeth') You know, I don't really mind staying in here for a bit longer actually-(Starts Walking Back ti his Seat)

Jin: (Immediately Grabs Hwoarang by the Back of Gi Collar Before Dragging him Out of the Cell) Come on, before she comes over and kill you in there.

Hwoarang: GAH- Hey!

Moments Later Outside of the Station.......

Xiaoyu: (Walking Out of the Police While Scolding her Two Boys with Her) ('Groans') I can't believe you two! We JUST ended a whole wide war against G Corp and yet here you guys are getting yourselves arrested over a dumb motorcycle race!

Jin: In my defense....(Points at Hwoarang Next to Him) He's the one who challenged me to race him in the first place.

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at Jin) Oh, so we're snitching now then!? (Angrily Points at Jin) You accepted the damn challenge!

Jin: True. But I wasn't the one trying to kick me in the middle of the road.

Hwoarang: Well, maybe if you weren't hogging my space, I wouldn't hafta kick that much- (Felt Someone Slapping him on the Arm) ('Smack') Ow! (Turns to Xiaoyu) Why did you hit me?

Xiaoyu: (Pouts at Hwoarang) Because, Hwo, you can't go around kicking people you like in public. Especially if one of them happens to be our very own boyfriend!~

Jin: And here I thought you loved me.

Hwoarang: (Turns Back to Jin) Oh shut your trap already, Kazama! You know damn well I still love your ass to pieces! (Turns Away While Pouting and Blushing a Little) You just get on my nerves sometimes.....(Points at Xiaoyu) Same goes for you too, shortie!

Xiaoyu: (Smirks a Bit) Quit getting yourself and Jin into so much trouble and maybe I'll consider getting off of your case for the rest of the year.

Jin: Don't bother, Xiao. (Smirks as Well) Knowing him, it'll only last a few weeks until he ends up back in the slammer.

Xiaoyu: Nah. I'd give him four days tops at most.

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at His Boyfriend) Hey, have some faith in me at least, you assholes!!

Xiaoyu: Bit what kinda partners we'd be if we didn't give you little hard time?~

Hwoarang: Normal ones maybe!!

Leroy: (Chuckles Lightly While Walking Sugar on a Leash) Those two never gave you an ounce of break, huh boy?

Hwoarang: (Groans While Facepalming Himself) Ohhhh you don't even know the half of it.....But hey, gramps?

Leroy: (Turns to Hwoarang) Hm?

Hwoarang: How's Master been doing in hospital? If you don't me asking.

Leroy: Baek's doing just as fine as he always been. 'Kept asking about you a lot these days, said you need to visit him more. I didn't tell 'em about you getting locked up today, so you don't have to worry on that front.

Hwoarang: ('Sighs in Relief') Thanks, gramps.... The last thing I wanna do is make him have another heart attack.

Xiaoyu: (Starts Gushing Up Over her and Jin's Boyfriend) Awwww~ You're still worried about your dad, Hwo?~

Jin: Guess the Street Punk really does have a heart after all.

Hwoarang: ('Scoffs') Oh piss off. I've always had a heart.

Jin: Then why don't you show it off that often?

Hwoarang: Cuz unlike you nerds, I have an actual reputation to maintain.

Leroy: (Raises an Eyebrow) Of being a hoodlum?

Hwoarang: (Forms a Cocky Smirk) The Strongest Hoodlum that ever lives.

Jin: (Gives Hwoarang a Deadpinned Look Along with Everyone Else) Right....

Xiaoyu: You're impossible sometimes.

Leroy: No wonder why your old man been stressing over you....

Sugar: ('Whimpers')

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at Everyone) Again! Piss off, all of you!!

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

#tekken #jin kazama #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #leroy smith #sugar #kazuya (mentioned) #tekken 8 #takes place after hwoarang's ending in 8 #and the good ending of story mode as well #humor #jin x hwoarang x xiaoyu #edited

[danpuff-ao3]

Aaah, I'd meant to send you birthday wishes from work but that obviously failed, so here's a late-evening pop of the champagne cork for you, Danni my dear! I hope you've had the happiest of birthdays, and that you're feeling relaxed and cherished and totally indulged. And I hope you know you're cherished here as well; that you're a gift unto yourself and a delight to know! Also a brilliant author with a narrative voice that hurts the gut and breaks and illuminates the heart, while salvaging splendor from the materials of loss and ugliness. May this year bring you happiness upon happiness and much joy in your own creativity and sense of self!

I wanted to write you a Snarry snippet, but I'm pants at dashing things off in the moment, so it doesn't quite come off to my satisfaction. It doesn't really end; it's just there. But I'm dropping it here anyway because I don't have any other gifts to give you (and I'm still reeling from your latest tour de force).

Have a marvelous vacation! 🍾🎂💝😘💖

"I don't get it," Ron said. "I don't get how you can go from my sister to that awful, ugly git."

"An ugly git with a fanciable arse," Harry joked, fending off irritation at the fact that even his oldest friend refused to understand.

Ron had outgrown the juvenile impulse to mime sticking his finger down his throat, but he still grimaced in disgust as he said, "You're barking. Let's be honest, you of all people could have anyone you – "

Harry cut him off with a glare, and Ron caught himself before straying too far into rubbishy Boy Who Lived territory.

A few seats over, Charlie slanted Harry a speculative glance, as if intrigued by the topic of Snape's arse. Harry hid a smile but was canny enough not to oblige him.

He wanted to tell them You haven't a clue. Because it wasn't only about a nice arse. Severus did have his moments of beauty. Severus had his moments of belonging so completely to Harry that it blotted out everything else.

But those moments weren't meant for just anyone. They weren't meant for Ron or Charlie Weasley, for Hermione or Luna or Ginny. For all that Severus liked to insinuate their sexual compatibility into public places, there was a privacy to having a relationship with him, a sacrosanct quality that made everything five times more intense than Harry was used to.

Yes, Harry had been profoundly disturbed at first to discover it was Severus Snape's hard-faced respect, Snape's coal-black pessimism and tendency to bristle and stand his ground – even when his ground was patently wrong – that sent his cock and his temper soaring.

And Severus, after his initial recoil and ice-cold certainty that he was being pranked, had exploited that knowledge to the hilt.

Unfortunately, Ron couldn't just leave it. "It's not so much that it's a bloke, Harry. But why limit your, erm – " His discomfort smeared the words together into a smirk-worthy yerm, and the rest of the sentence proved what Harry had suspected, that he and Hermione were discussing Harry's love life behind his back. " – your erotic possibilities? No one in their right mind would call Snape sexy."

Exasperated, Harry almost shot back that no one had ever been concerned about how he was limiting himself when he was fucking a girl. But since that girl had been Ginny, it would be beastly to talk about her like that.

Then he considered mentioning the fact that, far from feeling limited, he didn't think he could take much more possibility in his sex life, as Severus would do anything he wanted.

It was true. Having bluffed his way through his own insecurity, braced every bloody time for Harry to mock him – because Severus hadn't yet got beyond his conviction that Harry was immensely more experienced than he, and that his own deprivation in this area made him, as a forty-something man, ridiculous – Severus would submerge completely in the 'erotic possibility' and take Harry with him.

PI!!!! My dear sweet friend. I am lost for words. 🥹 You are much too kind to me (which I fully appreciate.) I had the most lovely of birthdays, with much joy and indulgence! Sunny days, magical sights, and heaps of delicious food! But best of all was all the love sent my way. I am truly blessed to have so many generous, darling people in my life. 🥰

Now...ahem. [TW: fangirl shrieking ahead]

Truly, the Universe has smiled on me for my birthday! After all, imagine had this little snippet not existed???? When it's so very much everything I want and need from Snarry!!!!

Things I love:

Ron (and co.) not really "getting" Snarry? Biggest checkmark. Not enough of that out there!

Outright accusations of "ugly" [insert dreamy sigh here]

Snape's fanciable arse??? I know you've written that before and truly if any bit of Snape has to be stunning, if not his cock, then his arse will do! (But truly, both would be just fine by me!)

Severus did have his moments of beauty. Severus had his moments of belonging so completely to Harry that it blotted out everything else. -- I'm not sobbing, you're sobbing. But really, it's moments like these that make me LOVE the "ugly" word. It's why I LOVE honing in on other people's opinions and issues, and beauty standards, it's kicking them square in the balls! Yes, he's ugly in a sense. But that doesn't mean he's not beautiful. And really, isn't that the most perfect example of beauty? When it's everything within shining without? (Okay let me tuck my feelings back in there, sorry about that.)

More of Severus using personal details as weapons, as in: their sexual compatibility. To shock and horrify those around them. It feels quite petty on the surface, but also an almost defense mechanism deep down (even if he doesn't quite see it.) The whole "If I say it first, it won't hurt me if you say it" idea. Because if he's using it to shock/horrify people, then it won't matter when they're shocked/horrified. Or, even as punishment for being shocked/horrified. Truly, I'm obsessed. What a perfect bastard he is. (With quite the fanciable arse, I've heard.)

and stand his ground – even when his ground was patently wrong – hi yes it's me I'm in love.

Also Severus initially thinking the whole thing is a prank???? YES YES EXACTLY.

no one had ever been concerned about how he was limiting himself when he was fucking a girl. - and Harry too gentlemanly to speak of her like that, haha! Though in fairness, the dude he's fucking is SEVERUS FLIPPIN' SNAPE.

Severus would submerge completely in the 'erotic possibility' and take Harry with him. -- all the possibilities with these 2? 100% my favorite part. All of the passion and obsession and how I'm pretty sure they'll never get enough of each other. And not even just the erotic possibility, mind you, but....well, that erotic possibility sure is something!

Anyway um this was perfect and everything I could have ever wanted and I'm obsessed with it and if you wanted to put it on AO3 I would be in full support of that 👀 But as is I am forever grateful and like sobbing. Because these are my BOYS. 😭 And you do them such justice. You always remind me of why I fell in love with them (on the off chance I'd ever forget haha!)

#snarry #perverse_idyll #ficlet #birthday gift #i'm the luckiest gal alive i stg #fandom friends

[maybeamiles]

Characters that made me realize I was trans

You ever just wanna make a comprehensive list of everyone that gave you gender envy from a young age? Yeah me too.

So here it is! A list of every character that made me realize I was trans, starting from when I was a little kid!

No. 1 - Aravis from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis

Okay, weird racism in this book aside, the amount I loved Aravis was probably the first indicator that I was not cisgender. I thought she was so cool for dressing up as a boy and rejecting traditional femininity and being so "not-like-other-girls" (i also had a big not-like-other-girls phase around the time I read this, go figure). Of course, she is cisgender, and seems to fall into a *slightly* more traditional role by the end of the book, but this isn't about C.S. Lewis' gender stuff and more on the fact that I related very heavily to Aravis and the fact that she didn't fit in with other girls, because I also felt the same way.

Her male co-star Shasta also gave me gender envy so between them both it's no wonder 9-year-old me loved this book.

No. 2 - Deryn/Dylan Sharp from Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld

Once again it's the girl-dressing-up-as-a-boy-to-fuck-with-gender-rules trope! Only this time, Deryn Sharp is actually treated like a man by her male co-star, Alek (up until he figures out that Dylan is actually Deryn, but then he's quite supportive of her gender fuckery). Deryn, like Aravis, doesn't actually feel any gender dysphoria. Her gender fuckery is a means to pursue her passion for air travel via joining the army. This does get fucked up by the last book and she ends up needing to leave the army, but we don't actually see how she presents herself when in non-millitary society so I will headcannon that she remains quite butch.

I thought Deryn was the coolest when I was 13, and even wound up copying her way of saying "barking spiders" for a bit. And her and Alek's romantic relationship was peak goals for me, probably because it begins while Deryn still presents masc.

No. 3/4 - Link, from TLOZ: Twilight Princess and Breath of the Wild

So, the Links! Let's talk about the Links!

Twilight was the first male character I remember projecting myself onto. So much so that I did not ship him and midna OR him and Illia (and didn't really like illia's quest), not because they didn't have chemistry but because I am very homosexual and did not like the idea of my self-insert being with a girl. Now, do cis girls project themselves onto male character? Idk but I'm not cis and this is something I did so *shrug*

I've lumped these two together because Zelda was a sort of twofer for me. I played Twilight Princess and then a couple years later played BOTW and began discovering what transgender people were. At the time I ID'd as nonbinary, and my Zelda obsession grew with my understanding of "shit I'm not cis." (I even named myself after a Zelda character for a bit). The links were my first *conscious* experience of gender envy, and hold a special place in my heart for it.

No. 5 - Aether from Genshin Impact

Last, but CERTAINLY not least, is the man, the myth, the legend, Aether Genshin Impact. And there is a STORY behind this guy's inclusion.

See, by the time I started playing genshin, I had long since accepted that I was not a girl. I called myself nonbinary, and thought I was okay with simply "not being a girl" and was fine doing what I saw all the other nonbinary people doing (binders, no testosterone, vaugely masc clothes, etc).

Then I booted up genshin impact, and had to pick between Aether and Lumine. And I still remember the "oh shit" moment I had when I realized that the default I expected to fall into would not make me happy. I had expected myself to pick Lumine, because I had previously thought that I was more comfortable with femininity than masculinity. I realized that I didn't just want "genderless." I wanted masculine. And I had this guy to thank for helping me come to that realization.

Anyways that's not all the characters that gave me gender envy or really even my entire "here's how I knew I was trans" but they are the most influential ones to me.

#transgender #transmasculine #gender envy #the horse and his boy #scott westerfeld #deryn sharp #tloz #twilight princess #breath of the wild #genshin impact #also standard disclaimer for the end that nonbinary people are real and really nonbinary and not just “trans binary in denial” #i was but that doesn't mean others are too and you need to let people come to those sorts of realizations on their own

[devilsskettle]

Bad Luck: Erasure of chapter 1 of Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

Boxed up, I sat staring at a couple of tuna sandwiches,

three days, just forgotten. Just slipping.

Sitting on a shambled-down sofa —

A sharp burst of smoke, cinnamon smell, cigarettes and old coffee.

I see a tree, see leaves.

They can even make trees from the suburbs;

there’s room to sprawl. Like a spill

suffered by a brand-new city.

The story: just bad luck.

Original text:

My sweater was new, stinging red and ugly. It was May 12 but the temperature had dipped to the forties, and after four days shivering in my shirtsleeves, I grabbed cover at a tag sale rather than dig through my boxed-up winter clothes. Spring in Chicago.

In my gunny-covered cubicle I sat staring at the computer screen. My story for the day was a limp sort of evil. Four kids, ages two through six, were found locked in a room on the South Side with a couple of tuna sandwiches and a quart of milk. They'd been left three days, flurrying like chickens over the food and feces on the carpet. Their mother had wandered off for a suck on the pipe and just forgotten. Sometimes that's what happens. No cigarette burns, no bone snaps. Just an irretrievable slipping. I'd seen the mother after the arrest: twenty-two-year-old Tammy Davis, blonde and fat, with pink rouge on her cheeks in two perfect circles the size of shot glasses. I could imagine her sitting on a shambled-down sofa, her lips on that metal, a sharp burst of smoke. Then all was fast floating, her kids way behind, as she shot back to junior high, when the boys still cared and she was the prettiest, a glossy-lipped thirteen-year-old who mouthed cinnamon sticks before she kissed.

A belly. A smell. Cigarettes and old coffee. My editor, esteemed, weary Frank Curry, rocking back in his cracked Hush Puppies. His teeth soaked in brown tobacco saliva.

"Where are you on the story, kiddo?" There was a silver tack on my desk, point up. He pushed it lightly under a yellow thumbnail.

"Near done." I had two inches of copy. I needed six.

"Good. Fuck her, file it, and come to my office."

"I can come now."

"Fuck her, file it, then come to my office."

"Fine. Ten minutes." I wanted my thumbtack back.

He started out of my cubicle. His tie swayed down near his crotch.

"Preaker?"

"Yes, Curry?"

"Fuck her."

Frank Curry thinks I'm a soft touch. Might be because I'm a woman. Might be because I'm a soft touch.

Curry's office is on the third floor. I'm sure he gets panicky-pissed every time he looks out the window and sees the trunk of a tree. Good editors don't see bark; they see leaves--if they can even make out trees from up on the twentieth, thirtieth floor. But for the Daily Post, fourth-largest paper in Chicago, relegated to the suburbs, there's room to sprawl. Three floors will do, spreading relentlessly outward, like a spill, unnoticed among the carpet retailers and lamp shops. A corporate developer produced our township over three well-organized years--1961-64--then named it after his daughter, who'd suffered a serious equestrian accident a month before the job was finished. Aurora Springs, he ordered, pausing for a photo by a brand-new city sign. Then he took his family and left. The daughter, now in her fifties and fine except for an occasional tingling in her arms, lives in Arizona and returns every few years to take a photo by her namesake sign, just like Pop.

I wrote the story on her last visit. Curry hated it, hates most slice-of-life pieces. He got smashed off old Chambord while he read it, left my copy smelling like raspberries. Curry gets drunk fairly quietly, but often. It's not the reason, though, that he has such a cozy view of the ground. That's just yawing bad luck.

#poem #sharp objects #dropping this here because i don’t think i’ll be able to do anything else with it tbh #but i kind of like it :)

[animxpossessed]

My Experience with Psychedelic Mushrooms as a Man with ASD and SZA: Part 1

I first started experimenting with psilocybin at the age of 17, during the summer following my Junior year of High School and preceding my Senior Year, in early July of 2021. My psychosis had yet to take hold. But I was experiencing strange muscle twitches that I thought to be transmissions from an unconscious, mute part of myself, responding to my every thought. And a strange sound that would seem to emerge from background noise, it sounded like Morse Code, or server room transmissions. Electrical noise seemed to make it worse. The sound would emerge from anything from crickets to fans to any generalized white noise in my environment.

I began to notice these frequently about a week before my first trip, they were preceded by roughly a year of prescription D-Amphetamine Sulphate abuse, and I had recently started experimenting with vaping high quantities of THC near constantly.

A 7g heroic dose of a strain of cubensis known among many as "Jedi Mind Fuck", and some Penis Envy, another strain of cube. This all equated to roughly 7 dried grams, and I had a THC edible of unknown strength, that was believed to be somewhere in the ballpark of 400mg.

The trip was spread out into a 2-2.5g starting dose, and a 4.5-5g redose 2-3 hours following the initial dosing. So not a solid simultaneous 7g to the dome.

Once it began to kick in after the initial dose we bought some supplies, most notably high Vitamin C Orange Juice, from the market. We then drove down to the local creek, I emptied my pockets of anything prone to water damage and dove into the water head first, running my hands through the rocks and basking in the vivid beauty and vibrancy of nature. It was as if viewing life through an 8k TV with extremely defined colors and a slight sharpness filter.

After we spent some time at the creek we decided to head back to our friends house. That's where it hit me. "I'm not tripping hard enough", so I ate the rest of the quarter hastily after a lot of heavy discouragement from my friends. One of which was a very experienced tripper.

After the redose begin to kick-in I began getting anxious and weary of my friends dog, and the potential to lose control. At one point the dog barked at me while I was zoning out and losing focus, just sort of blanking out, this startled me. A rush of Adrenaline surged through my blood and the painting on the wall in front of me began to expel and give off these waves of flowing psychedelic color coming from the edges of the frame and morphing into the wall it was fixed on.

After some heavily intoxicated thought, I asked my friends if it was alright for me to go home, as I wanted to just lay down in a dark room and limit the over-stimulation. After some consideration, they determined that I was handling it like a champ and let me go on my way. I grabbed my bike and realized I was too fucked up to ride a bike. So I then tried to walk it home, passing through our friends next door neighbors front yard. Before I could reach the other end of the yard a sudden feeling overtook me "I can't continue, because I don't know what to do or for that matter know anything". It was strange. I still had access to my ability to reason, and my memories, but they seemed distant and unreal, and my new sense of real was replaced by this utter sense of bewilderment. I let my bike fall, and laid down in the lawn.

After some time the residents in the house of said lawn, came out to question, "Why is a confused, disheveled and bearded boy of 17 dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, and bearing an uncanny resemblance to the stereotypical whitewashed conception of Jesus of Nazareth in my front lawn? ". They asked me what I was doing in their lawn and all I could muster was "TRIPPING, I'm TRIPPING BALLSSSSS I tooooOK AllAAT of MUSHROOOMS". I then began to repeat the name of my mother, and the current name (presently her deadname) of my love interest at the time, conveniently both names began with the same letter, making my extremely bewildering life a lot easier.

From there the first responders came. I was first questioned by cops who confiscated my THC Oil Pen. Followed by paramedics asking me what went wrong. I remember worrying the cops were going to assault, grope, or harm me in some way as they stood over piss soaked me (during the trip, I couldn't find the restroom but my tripped out self was too paranoid and anxious to ask for specific directions and guidance, so when I gave in to defeat in the neighbors front lawn, I also let my self succumb to my bladders desires.)

I remember being loaded onto the gurney, and thinking "what if they're taking me to their dungeon". And continuing to think so as I rode in the ambulance. At some point I blacked out in the ambulance, and sometimes I can still feel the feeling of the clammy, earthy, mushroom scented sweat that I felt, and I've had disembodied voices claiming to be paramedics tell me that they need to put an IV in my arm because I'm bleeding out from my head. Insisting that they are trying to help me. Accompanied by the tactile hallucination of a paramedic raising my arm, accompanied by my arm mysteriously raising itself without my intent. This "flashback-esque incident" occurred about 1.5-2 years after the trip, after smoking 2-3 bowls of ~47% THC Infused Bud/Moon Rocks. At the time I was going through about an 8th of moonrocks a day.

In the hospital, I began believing I was in some metaphorical dream world meant to represent purgatory, or something akin to a bardo. I began to believe nothing I did or said mattered or had consequence. So I began screaming whatever came to my mind. Asking the male nurses to, I paraphrase, "Fuck me like the little slut I am daddy make me your bitch". I also began to yell things I cannot even remember, but I remember saying "I love you baby" a lot, and according to my dad, who was alerted to my location in the hospital and arrived about 1-3 hours into my hospitalization, I could not shut up about my current love interest, (who still has left the biggest mark on my psyche as compared to anyone else I've met to this day). He stated that I was proclaiming my phallus to be 9 inches and that it fit perfectly into her (different pronouns at the time, using present day out of respect) asshole, and how apparently she was a red hot lover. During my trip I also experienced the solipsistic fear that the only beings to ever exist were me and the sadistic god that created my reality, and showed me relative normality just so I'd miss it when he plunged me into a life of suffering and surreal chaos. The song "Movember" by Mom Jeans occurred to me as I mentioned this fear. Specifically the line "The doctors said you would be fine".

When I finally came down (enough) to be discharged from my hospital bed, I realized that everything I had just experienced was indeed real, or at least seemingly real in my current state. I proclaimed "I have never felt so alive" after the horror and embarrassment quickly faded and gave way to exhilaration and amazement, and gratitude that I'd finally be let go from the cold, sterile environment full of alarming and foreboding bleeps and bloops that is the hospital.

My dad drove me back to his place, as my mom was pissed and didn't know much about shrooms aside from what she had learned from growing up in the 60s and occasionally listening to psychedelic rock.

On the drive back the stars twinkled intensely seemingly blinking rapidly. Everything looked sublime, vivid, vibrant, and sharp. I felt this sense of positivity and excitement, I kept going on about this "Light that runs through everything and everyone" that I first began to mention in my love interests at the time soon to be S.O and present day ex's car during the first part of my trip, right before I redosed. Only me and my love interest were tripping but a majority of us were stoned. She never redosed and stuck with the initial dose.

The next post in this series will cover the experience the following days during the afterglow, quitting Dexedrine, and the like. I may also make a albeit much shorter post solely dedicated to my experience with Dexedrine (the aforementioned prescription grade D-Amphetamine Sulphate Instant Release pills). As they are also a massive part of my lore. That concludes this post. Thank you for reading and sticking with it.

#tw drugs #psilocybe cubensis #trip report #schizophrenia #autism #true story

[sapphire-weapon]

You answered about Leon being the sub in bondage, but how about a bondage dom huh?! How about that!? *cackles in you absolutely should just delete this ask, we're all very ill*

The thought of OG Leon trying to Dom makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit, just because the level of cringe would just be off the fucking charts, bro. I don't think he has it in him to take it seriously the whole way through. It would be like being Dommed by the court jester. Being Dommed by OG Leon would be the emotional equivalent of having Spongebob in your ear just asking you over and over again: Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs?

But Remake Leon... I think he could pull it off, man. I do.

I'm not gonna lie, my breath catches in my throat a little bit every time he barks orders at Ashley in RE4make. Sometimes I maybe position things so that Ashley is purposefully in the way during a fight so that I can hear Leon yell at her to move. I may have gotten the vapors the first time I heard his: "Run. NOW." after he got the cage dropped on him.

I think the boy's got it in him.

I don't think it'd be his default preference, but every once in a while, he gets this wild look in his eye, and...

[gaoau]

Bristle — Please, Work on Receiving

A Mother's Instinct warnings — none. word count — 916

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When first accepting to become Nekoma's Volleyball Club's manager, [Name] had little to no clue what she was agreeing to. Lovely Kai in her class had overheard her chatting with her friends during their first year, saying how she didn't have any interest in any clubs. He later mentioned this information to his fellow teammates and they went feral. Next thing [Name] knew, two other first-years she'd never seen before were dragging her to the gymnasium to meet extremely tall upperclassmen.

How could high-schoolers get so fucking huge? She had no idea, and she wasn't too sure she wanted to find out either way. Her accepting the role of manager was solely out of utter fear those kids would stomp on her and toss her out like trash. In the end, she became Nekoma's one and only manager.

Two problems arose after welcoming [Name] to the team. One, she knew absolutely nothing at all about volleyball—or any other sport, for that matter. The boys moved way too fast for her to try and understand what was going on, and before she could blink, one set was already gone and everyone was cheering Nice kill! The confusion in [Name]'s face as to why they suddenly switched to English was hilarious. Overtime, though, she managed to memorize the rules, positions, and plays, and did a great job at managing by the end of the school year.

The second problem, however, remained even after three years of intently watching practice matches and attending one-week Summer training camps. [Name] never had a good relationship with the concept of time or keeping a schedule. Practice could have been going for an hour already, and their precious manager was nowhere to be seen. She called it fashionably late the first couple times, but after a while it became simply late and she had learned to accept it.

So [Name] was late to afternoon practice yet again. Yaku glanced towards the gym doors every now and again, hoping to see his best friend step inside with that apologetic smile of hers. It was fine; [Name] and time didn't get along one bit and Yaku knew that. He made sure to keep his eyes only on Lev as he tried to drill the art of receiving into his thick skull.

Another aggravated sigh fell from his lips, watching how Fukunaga's spike bumped Lev's forearms clumsily and shot to the side. Yaku was ready to commit a crime. Pinching the bridge of his nose, brows furrowed, he started barking at his underclassman once again, "Up, Lev, you have to get it up!"

"I'm trying, Yaku-san! I really am! But it just bumps right off!"

"Because you're doing it wrong! Oh, my God!"

Kenma watched his teammates bicker—more like Lev cower under Yaku's berating—and winced at their loud volume. He also glanced desperately at the gym doors, hoping and praying [Name] would show up and kindly ask Yaku to calm down. As Lev struggled to understand how to position his body correctly, Yaku asked for another spike. Yamamoto cracked his knuckles and waited for Kenma's toss to float in the air.

While scrutinizing Lev's terrible stance, the hairs on the back of his neck bristled. His eyes enlarged in sheer panic. Yaku whipped his head towards the opening gym doors and needn't see who was behind them to cry out, "[Name], watch out!"

"Sorry I'm late, guys, the teacher deci—" The gym fell quiet in an instant upon hearing the slap of a volleyball against skin. [Name] stumbled back, her palms shooting up to hold her burning face. Her knees hit the floor as her body shook—whether it was her attempt at holding in her laughter or her sobs, nobody could tell.

Yaku blinked repeatedly, brows arched in shock. Then he inhaled enough air to scream his lungs out. "Lev, you were supposed to receive that! What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry! You startled me yelling like that all of a sudden, Yaku-san!"

But Lev's apology fell on deaf ears, since Yaku was already half-way across the gym to reach [Name] kneeling on the stairs. Yamamoto followed suit in the blink of an eye, brimming with threatening tears. He dropped to the floor in front of his manager and touched his forehead against the linoleum—something about defiling her beauty or whatever. Lev joined in not a second later.

It was an obnoxious chorus of I'm so sorry, [Name]-san. Please, forgive me! while Yaku tugged on [Name]'s wrists to uncover her face.

[Name] sniffed as she swatted her hair away from her eyes and lifted her head. "It's fine, I'm fine." Her voice shook and Yaku still couldn't tell if it was laughter as a coping mechanism or she really was ready to cry. Although judging by the lack of stirring in his stomach, she was laughing her ass off. "Karma for being late, don't worry. But I suggest you work on receiving, Lev. Please."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Oh, fuck, [Name], you're bleeding." Yaku rushed to pinch her nose, forcing her to keep her head down. Yamamoto cried out in agony, his tears finally pouring. Kuroo's hyena-like cackles echoed in the background.

#A Mother's Instinct #Haikyuu #Yaku Morisuke #Yaku Morisuke x Reader #Yaku x Reader #Haikyuu x Reader