#i changed this to gay sex but i felt bad so i changed it back. if u saw it in the 5 minutes it was like that hi ur a real one

[puppyboypatrick]

online friends are like. i would trust you with my life. i have never seen your knees

#no good fucking television #lk.txt #pansys biggest hits #i changed this to gay sex but i felt bad so i changed it back. if u saw it in the 5 minutes it was like that hi ur a real one

[star-anise]

This is what the fight is like

Sooo, apparently the extremely tenuous and recent nature of the LGBTQ+ community's legal right to exist was not actually super widely known to a lot of people on Tumblr?

Which clarifies some stuff in retrospect. I have so often wanted to grab people by their lapels and shout, "Stop picking on someone for not meeting your entry requirements! We need everyone we can get, you asshole! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY HATE US OUT THERE?"

Aaaapparently... no, they did not know. Or they knew and were a conservative psyop preparing the ground for our loss of legal rights. Fun times!

So: Look, it is bad. Shit is scary. They really do hate us out there. You're not wrong.

But: This is what we've always fought. This boat we're in with its antique fittings and strange markings on the floor is a battleship. Work has always been going on in the basements, and when shit gets tough, we clear away clutter and roll out the cannons.

I found this chart a couple weeks ago and hung onto it because it felt like the map to my first 25 years on this earth:

[Image description: A graph titled "Same Sex Marriage: Public Polls since 1988." It is from FiveThirtyEight's NYT column. It records the percentage of US Americans polled who would say yes or no to legalizing same-sex marriage, from 1988 to 2011.

The two lines begin with roughly 10% saying yes in 1988, and 70% saying no; the two lines gradually draw closer over the years, until by 2011, the percent saying finally dips under 50%, and the group saying yes makes a tentative reach for the majority. End of image description.]

After some great social change has happened, when everyone has admitted that gay marriage is very cute and Pride is a colourful parade, hooray, people like to pretend that it was just natural and inevitable and happened on its own. People just became less prejudiced! Courts just decided on a case! Governments just passed a law!

In reality, it was a vicious fucking fight, every fucking time. Every fucking where. There are a lot of people who deeply, sincerely believe that a hundred years ago, society had good rules about sex and gender and intercourse and marriage, and that changing those rules has made the world worse. They don't always agree on the specifics, but they can work together far enough to fight anyone with new ideas.

This is why we are a community. Even when we don't have the same experiences of attraction or identity, even when we don't do the same things, even when we have wildly different ideas of a good time. Because when these groups take aim, we're all under fire, and none of us is responsible for why they hate us.

In some ways I think it's a miracle that there seems to be a generation that did not grow up, as I grew up, constantly glued to news reports about What Percentage of Society Hates Us this month. I can't imagine who I'd be if my brain and heart and soul hadn't been tied up, that whole time, in the political question of whether I'd get to dream of a decent future.

I think that it will give us strength to have people who can imagine a world where no one hates us. Who believe in it so strongly they can taste it. That's my prediction: If you didn't know this was coming, you'll be a boon to us, because we have always needed joy so fiercely, in this fight, to keep us going on. We have needed drag queens and punk bands and "her wife" and safe space stickers. Parade floats and wedding days and little dogs with rainbow collars, badges and banners and meetups, because more than anything else we need to fight our own despair, and our fear that the world will never get any better than this.

It will. We know it will. We can taste it.

Look up to the history, organizations, and people who've got us this far for information on what forms of activism will actually advance our political goals. Look to the side to make sure the comrades within reach are keeping their heads above water, and that you're keeping enough joy going to stay alive. Look back to see who's more vulnerable than you are that you might have forgotten or been tempted to leave behind. Look after each other. Look after yourself.

We can do this.

To your battle stations.

#lgbt discourse #staranise original

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - new entries upset the rankings

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

April 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Like most Thai BL pulps, this show doesn’t have much story to it. But I'm discovering that what it does have I actually really enjoy. I love that the gay boys got to play matchmaker for a change and I like how just GAY they are. It's nice. Refreshing.

We Are (Weds GMMTV iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 16 - University ensemble BL featuring PondPhuwin, WinnySatang, AouBoom, MarcPawinPoon. I like it. It’s old school Thai BL, but having fun with itself and its tropes. I’m not expecting much, so I don’t mind it waffling. All the couples are comfy. Chemistry is okay. Friendships are nifty. I like Pond's floppy hair. We fine. 

Two Worlds (Thurs IQIYI) ep 5 of 10 - What an extremely bloody episode. And bad guy turned out to be very bad indeed. And now pretty much everyone is dead. Nice kiss. Of course. 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 6 of 8 - It’s cute, they happy, not a ton happened. Random gratuitous bathing. As you do in BL. And I still think the sides should just end up in a thrupple

Only Boo! (Sun YouTube) ep 2 of 12 - Oh they very cute. Also very silly. 

1000 Years Old (Thurs iQIYI) ep 9 of 12 - No. NOT THE GUITAR. YES abandon guitar for the sniff test! Love this for them. And me. My most favorite trope defeated my least favorite trope. VICTORY!!!  

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Unknown (Taiwan Tues YouTube & Viki) ep 8 of 11 - It’s just so good. Baby went away, grew up, and learned how to become a temptation... and a husband. 

Gray Shelter AKA Gray Currents (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 1 of 5 eps - SooHyuk, only just surviving, reunites with YoonDae, his (brief) younger stepbrother who feels abandoned. They end up living together. The younger brother is played by Lee Jae Bin of Choco Milk Shake. OMG. STEPBROTHERS TROPE. Lucky me! Two in one season. Yay!!!! It's Korea so great visuals too. I shallow but yeah, this is great.

Living With Him AKA Kare no Iru Seikatsu (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Kindly Ryota goes off to uni only to find his new roommate is his childhood bestie, Kazuhito. Kazuhito doesn’t have a girlfriend and Ryota tries to help him figure out why. Same director as Old Fashion Cupcake. It’s utterly charming. I am charmed. Also the framing is gorgeous (of course). Very stylish.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6fin - I don’t know. Kind of a flat ending with the leads apart for most of it. I enjoyed this show but it never really hit with me. 

Summation

After a teen betrayal and resulting separation a reporter reunites with his first love. That love wants him back. I enjoyed the authenticity of a reunion romance explored in Japan's quintessentially contemplative yet surreal way. The juxtaposition of the tenderness of the sex scenes with this Japanese style of authenticity was oddly elegant but all in all this still fell a little flat for me. There's nothing objectively wrong with it, but in total the narrative felt sluggish and the main couple were just... stiff (in the wrong way). Frankly, I'd rather just rewatch Tokyo in April is. 8/10

Love is like a Cat (Korea Mon Viki) eps 3-4 of 12 - What is going on with this show? No, I get the plot. I just don't get the show or why I’m watching it. Annoying. 

It's done, but I suck

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps

To Be Continued (Sat C3 Thailand grey) ep 7-8fin - I can't for the life of me find the final 2 episodes. Haven't had a real hunt, but yeah. No dice so far.

It's airing but...

Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari (Japan Furritsubs) eps 1-? of 10 - I may wait and binge it.

Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school. Not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing.

Kiseki Chapter 2 (Sun iQIYI) 6 eps - It’s so boring DNFed at 2.

Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Weds iQIYI) 6 - The problem with situational comedy BL is it must be situational, comedic and a BL. This show gets 1 of 3 claims correct. 33% is not a passing grade. Dropped at 3.

Memory in the Letter (Thai WeTV) - only 4 eps, tell me if I should bother?

Next Week Looks Like This:

4/18 At 25:00 in Alaska AKA 25 Ji Akasaka de (Japan Thurs Gaga) 10 eps - Yuki lands his first starring role in a BL drama alongside superstar Asami (previously his senior at uni). Said superstar suggests they form a sham relationship until filming concludes. As they actually begin to fall in love, the spotlight begins to burn. I think I've seen this before (joke) and also the trailer doesn't inspire confidence.

Still to Come in April

4/25 Boys Be Brave! AKA Roommates (Korea Thurs Viki) 8 eps - Trailer Jung Ki Sub is Kim Jin Woo's slacker friend - and secret crush. So when Ki Sub crashes at his place, his heart tingles to be near him everyday. But as the short stay turns into permanent mooch, how long can Jin Woo keep his true feelings under wraps and hold back from confessing?

4/26 My Stand-In (Thai iQIYI) 12 eps - adaptation of Chinese novel "Professional Body Double" by Shui Qiang Cheng. Stars Up (Lovely Writer) and Poom (Bake Me Please) directed by the same team as KP (not a recommendation IMHO - my biggest criticism of that show was the clashing directing styles). This one looks complicated, lemme try: Joe is a stuntman for famous actor Tong. Joe falls in love with Ming but Ming sees Joe as nothing more than a Tong-replacement. After learning this horrible truth, Joe dies. Joe then wakes up in the body of another man also named Joe. He manages to rebuild the same life as before—with the same people eventually re-meeting Ming. Ming wants Joe back but Joe doesn't understand why. But Ming seems to know what's going on and wants to give him some kind of explanation.

I'm exhausted just trying to describe the plot.

Knock-Knock Boys (Thai WeTV) - 4 college friends conspire to help their friend lose his virginity. Familiar faces like Seng (yes, Billy's previous pairing) and Best, news here. But will it actually air this month?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

NOTE: It looks like one of my personal favorites of last year Unintentional Love Story is getting a spin off!

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Sniff test turning into a make out sesh? Please and thank you. City of Stars

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a bother.

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#this week in BL #review Love is Better the Second Time Around #Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto #BL updates #Two Worlds #We Are the series #Only Boo! #Deep Night #City of Stars #Unknown the series #Gray Shelter #Living With Him #Kare no Iru Seikatsu #1000 Years Old #At 25:00 in Alaska #25 Ji #Akasaka de #Love Is like a Cat #BL series review #upcoming BL #BL news #BL reviews #BL gossip #Thai BL #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #Taiwanese BL #Koren BL #BL starting soon #BL coming soon

[teyamloak]

It’s You

↳ conrad x y/n!

warnings: Conrad is 18 y/n is 16, cursing, smut, handjob, no sex.

✩ synopsis: y/n is back at cousins looking better than ever. She's prettier than she was last summer, the boys around her take note of that, especially Conrad.

✩ note: hi everyone, I hope y'all don't mind that I'm writing about something that isn't avatar. btw Anger part 3 is in the works it will be out soon!!

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

it was a drive going down to cousins. I've missed it, I've missed annoying my brother, Steven with my "beautiful" singing voice. I've missed just sitting in our car and listening to music but the thing I've missed the most about cousins was a boy. Conrad fisher. Literally a goddess, a guy that would make you do a double take when he's walking by, a guy that can make you cum just by looking at them, Conrad Fisher. I've had a crush on him since I was a little girl. he was so perfect you would have to be gay to not have a crush on him, even then you still would.

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pulling into their driveway felt crazy, being there felt life-changing. Steven was the first one to get out of the car, and Jeremiah was the first to be outside.

Jeremiah was Conrad's younger brother, they were complete opposites sometimes you would wonder how they were even related, Conrad was dark, very dark while Jeremiah was bright and light-hearted. Jeremiah and I were best friends, he was so fun to be around and he wasn't nonchalant like Conrad was you could always know what Jeremiah was thinking or feeling but you couldn't with Conrad and I hated that.

I stayed in the car for a couple of seconds because I was scared and because I wanted to enjoy everything, eventually I put my feet on the ground and got out. Jeremiah and Steven were talking and my mom was already inside after giving Jeremiah the biggest hug a mom could give. Once I got out everything stopped, their conversation, their laughter, everything.

Jeremiah was checking me out, it was so obvious, everything he felt was always written on his face.

Slowly walking towards me he says "I missed you little one"

"I hate when you call me that you guys are literally one year older than me" I shouted because he was still a little far away from me

"I don't care you'll always be little to us, come here beautiful" saying this while pulling out his arms and waiting for me to give him a big ass hug.

he hugged me like we'd never hugged before, it was nice and sweet. After a couple of seconds, I stood there waiting for Conrad to come out and say hi to me. I've missed him, I needed to see him.

It is like I had summoned him he appeared like he was reading my mind. He was quick with the way he was walking he looks like he needed to be somewhere. he was busy with the hood part of his hoodie but then he stopped and looked at me. He smiled. He smiled at me. He smiled while looking at me. OMG.

He walks towards me and for I moment I felt at home I felt safe. He was still smiling when he was walking towards me.

“I liked you better with glasses,” he says joking around with me “Well I like myself without them” joking back. “you look the same you know that” “Is that a bad thing?” I said, i was hurt in a way, was he calling me ugly? “no, not at all I just think you look the same, yk good looking and stuff” The last part he said so fast that if I moved an inch I would miss it.

“you think i’m good looking and stuff?” I said excitedly, frantic to know his answer “ofc you’ve always been a good-looking kid, you would think your sister is good-looking no matter what wouldn’t you” This wasn’t a question this was a fact to him.

he had just friend-zoned me but also immediately after he had sister zoned me. He was saying that he found me “good-looking and stuff” because a big brother would always think their sister was good-looking.

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waking into the house for the first time since last summer felt so unreal. nothing had changed everything was the same, Susannah  was standing beautifully with my mom in the kitchen they had already started preparing something for all of us to eat.

while they were preparing something I went into my room to unpack. I’ve missed my room, I’ve missed my beautiful light blue walls. I’ve missed my bear. Conrad gave me him when we were at the boardwalk when we were younger his name is Junior Mint.

I grabbed him and hugged him I put my nose to his head, I’ve missed the way he smelt. I loved him so much not only because Conrad won him for me, I loved him because he reminded me of that day. yeah, that day was bad I mean Conrad was eye fucking the girl at the game and yeah it maybe made me cry but at least he won Junior Mint for me.

Jeremiah came bouncing into my room and saw me smelling Junior Mint. “you still have that old thing?” “Obviously I still have it if I’m holding him, dummy” Jeremiah and I were best friends we joked around with each other like this our whole lives. “I know dummy what I meant was WHYYY do you still have him, he’s mad old” he stated while mocking me. “because I love him plus he helps me sleep” “lmao you’re so cute y/n” I laughed with him I don’t think much when Jeremiah calls me cute because he isn’t Conrad.

“KIDS COME DOWNSTAIRS DINNER IS READY” the one yelling was my mother.

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owe were all sat at the dinner table, Jeremiah and Steven were on their phones and Conrad was sitting o looking down at his plate and waiting to eat. “can y’all get off your phone and eat your food” “mom there’s a party we are going to after this” Jeremiah says talking to Susannah. “who’s going?” she says like a man would. “all of us” he says quickly “Even y/n” She says this with the most questionable tone ever, yeah maybe I don’t go to parties but damn. “no obviously not y/n, she’s too young for that cmon mom” I was offended but I was even more embarrassed he’s was not only calling me a kid but calling me a kid in front of Conrad. But I stayed quiet like normal. “I’m not going either.” everyone stayed quiet he wasn’t going to a party?? “what the hell do you mean you aren’t going bro,” Steven said confused as hell. “I’m not really feeling like going to a party today” “Well then it’s just going to be just you and y/n because me and your mother are going to a book signing.” “cmon Conrad come with us you don’t want to be bored, alone with y/n, do you?” “I don’t mind it,” he said well going back to eating.

did I hear the right…. Conrad and I will be alone in the summer house, ALONE.

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Conrad is downstairs watching a movie and I can’t move, he invited me to watch the movie with him but I can’t move.

“y/n the movie is already starting where are you?” while saying this he’s opening my door and looking for me. I was in the bathroom with the door wide open looking at myself in the mirror.

I look different then I did last summer that was obviously but the one thing that I didn’t remember or that I tried not to remember was how my body had changed. My body was completely different i had bigger boobs and a nice tight ass.

I felt good about my new body but at this moment while I looked at myself in the mirror I felt ugly and it was even worse that conrad was looking at me.

“what are you doing tiny?” he had a confused looked in his face but said this jokingly

“um, getting ready for yk the movie and stuff” “Why did you change your clothes, it’s just a movie downstairs, we aren’t going out. Unless you want to go out” he kept rambling clearly uncomfortable but i couldn’t figure out why.

maybe it was the fact that we were alone for the first time or maybe it was the fact that he was in my room

I turned around ready to leave my room and go downstairs

“I wanted to look nice I was looking crazy when I got here plus I just took a shower” pulling my wet hair in front of my face so he can see it “seeee it’s wet” he slaps my hand because of how close my hand was to his face.

“I can tell you showered, you don’t smell bad anymore,” he said this with a stone-cold face that made me think he was telling the truth

we stayed silent for a couple of seconds and then he started laughing like he said the funniest thing in the world. “your face is so funny tiny you look so cute, just like a baby”

why did he always have to compare me to a baby why couldn’t he just stop once he said I was cute?

“let’s go tiny” he reaches for my hand and i grab onto it, this felt nice.

as we reach the bottom of the stairs he let go of my hand, the loss made me feel sad almost alone.

he reaches down and grabs the remote, pressing play.

“Since I know you like scary movies I decided we could watch one”

smiling I sit down next to him, not saying a word

he presses play and the movie starts.

an hour has gone by and we have a blanket covering us now, it normally doesn’t get cold at night but it did today. It was only 8 which meant we were going to be alone for another hour.

Conrad hasn’t said a word to me since the movie started and neither did I, I was afraid of saying something.

but I decided to stop being a little girl I was tired of him looking at me like I was a baby I was tired of him calling me “tiny” like I was a child.

so I did something that I never thought I would do, I removed the blanket that we were under and got on his lap, he was intently confused.

“what the fuck are you doing y/n,” he said coldly

but I ignored it instead I looked him in his eyes and started to move my hips back and forth like I was riding him. I’ve never done something like this but it felt so good.

I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me

I felt him get hard underneath me so I know he liked this I knew that he wanted me.

“get off yn,” he said but it came off as a whimper it was low and soft

I looked at him hurt but I never stopped what I was doing “Why” “You don’t understand what you’re doing rn y/n, you’re just a little girl”

that got me mad rightfully so

so I got off but I wasn’t done, I looked at him the minute I got off and saw that he regretted what he said it looked like he missed what I was doing to him, and from his hard dick I knew he wanted more, so I gave him more

my tiny hands started to unbuckle his belt he didn’t stop me he just watched me; studying me.

I took off his belt and put it to the side then I quickly started to undo his button and then pulled down his zipper he was wearing black polo underwear.

“y/n?” he said suddenly, he noticed that I had stopped at the site on his underwear. the boldness that I had before was gone and I regretted what I had done.

but Conrad didn’t want me to stop as much as he told himself that he did he knew that he didn’t want that.

without thinking Conrad brought down his pants and pulled out his thick white dick. It was the first dick i’ve ever seen, i’ve never watched porn and i definitely didn’t know what i was doing.

“come here, tiny” his voice now bolder and stronger

he was stroking his dick while talking and looking me in the eyes.

“don’t call me that” I said putting my head down now ashamed

“do you have a problem with me calling you tiny”

“yes I do I’m not a baby and I’m not tiny, it’s stupid and I don’t like it”

“well, then that’s all you had to say, now come here before I realize how this is a big mistake.”

normally that would hurt my feeling but this time and this moment it made me happy

i obeyed him like I always did. he grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick, his hand was on top of my hand and he started to grip my hand so it could grip tighter around his thick dick.

he started to move my hand up and down, he moaned loud and hard. I started to move my hand faster as his moans got louder I knew that I was doing this right because of his moans and the way he threw his head back.

“god, y/n im about to cum, be a good girl and open your mouth.”

and I did of course I did I was here for him, I was made for him.

I leaned forward towards his dick and I opened my mouth, he started to stroke himself fast asf

he didn’t take his eyes off me

“omg fuck, fuckkkkk”

then he came all over my mouth and face.

he didn’t even have to tell me to swallow it because i did the second it was in my mouth, it tasted so fucking good, it tasted almost like nothing.

he moaned so loud, he grabbed my face and pulled me close to kiss me, this was the first real kiss I ever had and I just followed his lead.

he was sweet and slow with the kiss like he wanted to prove that this meant a lot to him.

he pulled away and continued to look at me

“I want to fuck you but that won’t happen today, you’re too perfect to be fucked on the floor like you don’t mean anything to me because y/n you mean everything to me”

I was happy with that, I was so fucking happy that he respected me enough to know that, that was exactly what I wanted and need to hear.

“Are you okay with that, my love?” “yeah Conrad I’m actually very happy you said that.”

“let’s go clean your face before the others come I don’t want them to know what happened so can I trust you to keep this a secret?”

a secret, wow a secret.

“why would this be a secret? Don’t you like me?” “Of course I like you y/n it’s just I’m older than you and the others wouldn’t understand especially your brother, he would kill me for having his sister’s face full of cum, and he would murder me knowing how much I enjoyed it.”

“Okay, Conrad anything you want” I was mad but I understand where he was coming from he was 18 about to go to college and I was 16 about to start my junior year in high school. Our parents would freak knowing what had happened.

Conrad stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up, “Let’s get you cleaned up”

Hi y'all I hope you enjoyed this part i’m pretty sure i will be making a part 2 which will contain more smut and stuff, also i wrote this before season 2 of tsitp came out so it takes place then!!!!

#Spotify #the summer i turned pretty #tsitpedit #tsitp conrad #belly x conrad #conrad x reader #conrad fisher #team conrad #jeremiah fisher #love #smut #summer #beach #blow up #explore

[afterhourwriting]

Mini Glossary at the end. Words in red will be in glossary.

TW: Lots of Scottish phrases; choking; spanking; praise and degrading; talk of making the reader pregnant (or literally just breeding)

2/3 update: Just now reading this back and realized this was supposed to be a ‘first time having sex’ thing… but I’m sure it’ll be fine. I think

“Please be gentle..”

Were the words you remember saying at the beginning of all of this. But now look at you; fucked dumb and fucked rough underneath the man that had promised he would keep it slow and sweet for your first time. Johnny whispered each and every dirty thought that came to mind in his ear, letting you feel his hot breath against your neck as he panted like a wild dog.

“Feel so fuckin’ good. So damn tight! Fuck, lassie, li’ah’?” He groaned as your wet walls clamped down around his girthy cock as he mercilessly pounded into you, not stopping for anything. This was his favorite pastime whenever he was on leave and hadn’t seen you for quite some time. You always managed to get tighter with your time apart, and it was fucking incredible that Johnny had the chance to stretch you out again.

The Scotsmans hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled your ass back to meet his thrusts. “Mokit.. fucking hoor. You were practically gantin’ fer it, eh? Say it, c’mon. Lemme hear you. Say you wanted me!” Johnny growled as one of his hands flew to wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to let you feel that delicious sensation of his fingers wrapping around your neck; but not entirely enough to outright knock the wind out of you… at least not yet.

“I-I wanted you, Johnny! I wanted you s-so fucking BAD.” You cried out, gripping onto the sheets beneath you as you felt your boyfriend’s hand curl tighter. If you weren’t close already you certainly were now! Johnny’s cock twitched against your walls as your words rang through his head. “Good girl. Shite! Gaun cum all inside this pretty lit’le hole. Gaun make you a maw n’ have you carry my bairn. Our bairn.” This kind of dirty talk from Johnny wasn’t entirely unexpected, nor was it anything new.. but something about tonight felt he might go on with his promise. You moaned as you felt his hand come down and slap your ass harshly before returning to your neck.

“You gonnae let me cum inside you? You’d look so fucking bonnie carryin’ our kid. Please let me, lassie! Please let me get you pregnant, hen.”

Now how could you say no when he asked so nicely?

Mini glossary:

Li’ah’ - ‘Like that’

Mokit - ‘Dirty’

Hoor (could also be hure, hore, hooer or whure) - ‘A whore’

Gantin’(or gaggin’) fer it - ‘Begging for’

Gaun - ‘Going’ could also be ‘go on and’

Maw - ‘Mum’ or ‘Mom’ if you’re American.

Bairn - ‘Baby’ can also be used for ‘Small child’

Hen - Term of endearment, like ‘Sweetie’ or ‘Darling’

A/N: Can we please have Soap say more Scottish shit during sex? 🙏🏽 also, I said I was gonna do gay butt sex but I changed my mind. And I’m not that great of a writer, sue me, at least I tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#call of duty #fanfic #cod smut #smut #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap call of duty #soap x you #john mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish smut #lots of scottish #scotlands so funny #funny scottish man say ha ha funny scottish things

[anauro]

I’ve been going through my Google docs and found this alternative ending to ch20 of Drugs and surgical scrubs aka what would happen if Regulus didnt blurt out “the Barty and Rel thing”

“You know how sometimes friends decide to fuck up the friendship with sex?” Evan didn’t wait for an answer, before carrying on, “they say it’s just gonna be a one time thing, that it won’t change anything, but it actually does change pretty much everything. And then the other person expects things to get back to normal and I want it too, don’t get me wrong, I really do. But I can’t.” Evan looked at him pleadingly. “I can’t.”

Regulus felt anxiety weave its way into his brain. He set down his coffee and looked Evan in the eyes.

“What exactly are you telling me, Evan?”

In the peripheries of his vision, Regulus could see Evan’s nails digging into his palm. His breath hitched in his chest as Evan opened his mouth.

“Me and Barty slept together.”

Oh.

The air got knocked out of Regulus’ lung and his vision went black as Evan’s words settled in.

Evan and Barty slept together.

His two best friends. Straight. Fucked each other.

This better be a fucking joke.

But Evan didn’t look like he was joking. Instead, he mirrored Regulus’ terror, both of them staring at each other with pure fear.

Regulus cleared his throat. “Come again, sorry?”

“I slept with Barty.”

The pain that exploded in Regulus’ heart was overwhelming, each heartbeat spreading it further around his body.

“But…but you’re both straight,” he managed to squeak out.

“No, that’s the problem, Reg.” Evan reached forward and grabbed Regulus’ hand. Regulus allowed it, too shocked to protest. “I don’t think I’m straight and it scares the crap out of me,” he said in hushed voice. “I… you’ve known me since I was a little kid, so tell me. Am I different now? Does this change anything?”

Regulus wanted nothing more than to run away from here and be sick in some bathroom and then challenge Barty about this new development.

The pain in his chest was not easing off and Evan’s fingers around his hand felt like blades, seeping the poisonous venom into Regulus.

The same fingers held Barty’s hand. Touched him.

Regulus closed his eyes shut.

“Liking men isn’t a bad thing, Evan,” he forced the words out of his mouth. “It doesn’t change who you are. You were always like this, you just didn’t realise until now.”

“So I lived over twenty six years of my life without knowing? What other things am I hiding from myself then, huh? From you?”

Regulus shook his head, biting on his bottom lip. He didn’t want to have this conversation with Evan, least of all now. But when he opened his eyes and saw the desperate look on Evan’s face… Evan was still his friend. Even if Regulus hated him at that very moment.

“I’m gay, Evan.”

Surprised flickered through Evan’s face.

“You… what?”

“I’m gay, Evan,” Regulus repeated, wringling his hand free. “I’m gay and I always have been and there’s nothing wrong with me, so there’s nothing wrong with you either.”

Evan watched him, utterly astonished.

“Don’t give me this look, Ev,” Regulus sighed. “I didn’t tell you before, because it wasn’t relevant. You guys were doing your girls and I… I was hooking up with men all along.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Regulus scrunched up his nose. “What are you sorry for?”

“For making you feel like your sexuality wasn’t relevant. For not being enough of a good friend that you felt safe coming out to. For that… I’m sorry.”

Oh.

A warmer feeling started to spread through Regulus’ body, originating at the fingertips Evan held just a moment ago. It eased Regulus’ heartache, an aloe vera to his soul.

“It’s okay, Evan,” he said quietly. “It was me who didn’t want to come out to you guys rather than you doing anything.”

“Man, look at us,” Evan mused. “We could have been having awesome gay sex all throughout uni.”

Regulus swallowed down the bile that was coming up his throat.

“Yeah. We could have.”

He could have had Barty all along. For years, he could have had him.

If only he had said something.

“How did it happen?” The question was out of Regulus before he realised.

Evan gave him a confused look. “You mean me realizing I like women and men?”

“I mean you and Barty.” Even saying the words out loud burnt in Regulus’ throat. “How did it happen?”

“Oh.” Evan’s smile faltered. “It… just kind of did? I said I’ve been having thoughts about men and he offered and I agreed.”

“He offered?” Regulus all but choked out.

Was that how easy it was to get Barty all this time?

All he had to do was ask and Barty would offer?

#drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #regulus black #Evan rosier

[theodorecanaryhood]

The artist and the Tattooist: The Angel and The Demon

Part II

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Warnings: sex, some violence and bad language

Jason, left, reader, right

Wayne enterprise was holding a Gala during the summer, in particular this was during pride month and Bruce was big on showing his support to the LGBTQ community.

Not just because his second son is Gay, but because he wants to show that equality is what you give. Treating everyone the same to Bruce, is big to him.

Bruce and Jason were on speaking terms after a while, Jason just had trust issues for his old man. But he couldn’t be angry at his father too much, Bruce was so accepting and never hesitant of opening his arms to his Son’s. All of them meaning so much to him.

‘Why don’t you bring your boyfriend?’ Bruce suggested to Jason, who shrugged.

‘I’ll see what he’s up to this weekend, he tries to get as much work done before the Monday rush’ Jason replied, knowing your work schedule as well as knowing you.

It was true, you liked to get canvases done latest by Sunday. As you had gotten more popular in the last few months.

‘See if he can, it would be great to meet him. Plus, it’ll be good for him to have some fun’ Bruce continued.

Of course when Jason asked you to attend as his plus one, you didn’t hesitate. But internally, you were nervous. It was the first time you’d be meeting Jason’s family.

The dress code was changed with a few weeks notice, instead of usual black tie it was mixed up. Dress up in costume. You found it odd, but it gave you an amazing idea.

‘Angel and Demon?’ Jason chuckled as you held up the costumes.

‘Yeah, why not?’ You smiled, handing Jason his costume. One of and Angel.

Jason found it ironic as he always felt the demon would fit him better, but then he figured it would be a funny joke for later.

‘There’s no top with this?’ Jason questioned as he held up his costume.

You laughed as you pointed out that the wings attach around your shoulders, some bottoms and footwear.

‘No need for a shirt, it’s meant to be worn like that. It’ll show off your body’ you winked, as you ran a hand up Jason’s shirt.

Kissing him deeply as Jason sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck, holding you in place.

‘Ok, you want to show me off to everyone, I get it’ Jason laughed as you tilted your head.

‘You’re hot babe, you really should start realising that’ you replied as Jason nodded.

The night of the Gala came and Jason dressed up in his Angel costume, standing looking at himself in the mirror.

‘I’m ready’ you called out as you walked into the room, wearing the Devil’s costume.

Black shirt and trousers, black shoes, black wings. Black eyeliner and mascara. Jason’s Jae dropped as he’d never seen you like this before, you just admiring the view of Jason.

Jason wore white trousers, shoes and the white Angel wings. With some light material covering part of his torso. Jason still not comfortable showing all his body off yet.

‘You look sexy’ Jason said, his eyes checking you out. Pulling you in for a kiss.

The two of you entered the gala hand in hand as some reporters waited for the Wayne family members to come.

‘Mr Todd’ one reporter said as she came over to him, camera in hand.

‘Hi’ he smiled, squeezing your hand as his fingers interlocked with yours.

‘Can we get some shots of you please? It’s for our article’ she asked, Jason nodded.

‘Yeah sure, get one of me and my boyfriend’ Jason said as he kissed your cheek, while it was snapped.

‘Thanks’

You both walked further into the event as you took in the view of rich people, all staring at you and Jason as you both walked in.

‘Everyone’s looking’ you whispered to Jason, he just squeezed your hand again.

‘Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll protect you’ Jason reassured you. Seeing you were nervous.

Jason took you to a table that had 5 men and a woman seated at, Jason waved at them as they all waved back, smiling brightly.

‘Hey everyone, this is y/n, my boyfriend’ Jason introduced you. The men all stood up, and you saw clearly one of the older men was Bruce Wayne.

‘Y/n, this is my dad Bruce, Alfred, my brothers Dick, Tim and Damian. And that is Selina’ Jason introduced, pointing to all of them as he named them.

You smiled as Bruce shook your hand while smiling at you, Bruce shook your hand while placing his other hand on top of yours and his.

‘It is such a pleasure to meet you y/n, Jason has not stopped talking about you’ Bruce said warmly, as he invited you both to sit with them at the table, having two extra seats.

You guys all chatted and drank as you got to know everyone better, you sat with Dick for ages as the two of you laughed. You both having a similar sense of humour. While you and Alfred talked about recipes, the older man seeming to really approve of you.

You smiled as you saw Jason talking with Selina and Bruce, Bruce showing a lot of affection towards his son, which made Jason smile.

‘Come have a drink with me’ Jason whispered in your ear as he stood behind your seated form. You nodding.

‘Didn’t want you to feel overwhelmed back there, they can be a lot sometimes’ Jason said as he kissed your cheek, walking you to the bar.

You guys stood at the bar for a while as you drank, you both laughing.

Dick came over and got a drink too as he smiled at you both. Jason wrapping an arm around your waist.

‘Wanna dance babe?’ You nodded at Jason’s question, the two of you holding hands while walking to the dance floor.

A few hours had gone by, the two of you just enjoying each others company. But you didn’t want to just leave at the end without talking to Jason’s family a bit more, so you went to find their table.

With only Dick, Tim and Alfred at the table now as Damian was with Bruce and Selina in the bathroom.

‘Hey, there’s a pride event on Friday if you want to come? Me and Jason are going’ Dick informed as he invited you, you nodded with a smile.

‘Yeah, sounds great, I’ll close the store early’

The rest of the Gala was Jason socialising with his Dad’s rich friends, something he and his siblings had to do often at these events. Keeps up the Wayne name apparently, Jason was trying his hardest not to look bored. Holding your hand, arm round your waist or simply just touching you in some way the whole time.

Jason made an effort to show everyone at this Gala that you were his, and only his. It made you blush, but also reminded you of the fact that Jason is territorial with things and people he cares about.

Neither of you drinking too much tonight as you had the long drive home, you smiled as you said goodbye to his family. Selina giving you a hug as you both departed, something Jason pointed out Selina doesn’t do unless she likes you.

The next day was usual as you both had work, though as Jason lived closer to the gala you stayed over at his. For the first time you were both too tired once you got in, so you both simply fell asleep.

Jason had a client at 10 who was insistent on having a particular art design. She sat down on the seat, watching as Jason prepped himself for the tattoo.

‘The rose won’t take too long, but the exterior pattern might take some time. This should only be one sitting, but you can always come for a touch up in a few months if you want to add to it’ Jason informed, as the woman sat.

She was in her early 20’s, blonde and already had some nice tattoos on her arms and legs. She’s never been here before, she was just looking for a new artist since her last one moved out of the City.

‘So, how long you been tattooing?’ The woman asked, it wasn’t unusual for Jason’s clients to make small talk in the process. As it always made process to go quicker.

‘About 7 years now’ he smiled, the gun working its magic on the top of the woman’s arm. Her not showing much pain or discomfort to the needle.

The two talked a little as Jason did his work, effortlessly working the design onto the woman’s skin.

After he was finished, she checked it out in the mirror. She smiled at what he’d done, with a satisfied expression she approached Jason.

‘Happy?’ He asked as she nodded, him smiling at her.

Once all the aftercare had been given and discussed, the woman paid, making sure to tip well.

‘Thank you, so much it’s beautiful’ she smiled as Jason nodded.

‘Glad you like it, thank you for the tip it’s generous’ Jason replied, the woman winking.

‘I was wondering, if I could get some friends to come here and get some work done. I know they’ve been looking for an artist for ages’ she suggested, Jason nodded.

Always happy to accept more and more clients, Jason felt at the moment was enough with just him, Roy and Wally. But, was hoping to expand a little more so was looking to employ a couple more people too.

‘Happy for you to get as many people here as you want’ he smiled, the woman flicking her hair a little.

‘Was also wondering, if you were free Friday night? There’s this thing at my work, we’re all going and I don’t have a plus one’ she asked, Jason smiled.

‘I would love to but I’m going to a Pride event with my brother that day’ Jason politely responded.

‘Pride event huh? That’s so cute, you taking anyone else?’ She asked, Jason smiled again.

‘My boyfriend’

‘Well have fun’ she said, leaving with a laugh as she called out promising to bring her friends next time.

Jason patrolled the streets but didn’t find much exciting action, he’d hoped he could relieve himself of some tension and stress, but I guess criminals were taking a night off.

‘Think I’ll call it a night’ Jason mumbled to himself as he started up his motorbike, with the intention of heading home, he ended up making his to your place.

‘Hey, what’s up?’ You asked as Jason walked into your apartment, you of course opening the door to him first.

‘Patrol was boring tonight, still got tons of tension and energy’ Jason said, walking into your apartment with you.

You were finishing up on a final canvas which you put over on a stand to dry. Jason checked it out, never failing to be impressed with your work.

‘You excited about Friday?’ Jason asked you as he sat on your couch, you nodded.

Jason just watched as you worked while cleaning, Jason feeling himself getting hard in his pants.

‘You’re staring again’ you said, not looking at Jason, hearing him let out a huff.

‘I just like watching you’

You sat on Jason’s lap as you both made out, him grabbing your face. He felt how hard you were getting too.

‘God you are tense’ you commented as you felt Jason’s shoulders.

‘Wanna help me relieve some of this?’ Jason asked you. You smirked as Jason stood up carrying you.

‘That feels amazing’ Jason commented, his face down as he lay on his front.

You massaged Jason as a way to help him offload some tension, his back and shoulders were the worst.

‘You should get a massage more often babe, this tension is not helping’ you commented, Jason humming.

‘You can massage me anytime you want, this feels better than sex’ Jason breathed out in relief.

‘No offence taken darling’ you chuckled as Jason laughed, you smiled as you worked all over a Jason’s back.

‘Want to do my front?’ Jason asked, you hummed in response as Jason rolled onto his back.

This time you spiced it up a bit by sitting on top of Jason’s hips while working his chest and abs.

‘Don’t tease me now babe’ he said to you, smiling as you rubbed up and down his body.

‘I’m all about the teasing’ you wink, Jason placing his hands in your ass as you leant down and kissed him.

‘Let’s fuck’ Jason growled as he rolled you over onto your back, him laying on top of you.

The make out session got steamy as Jason began to unbutton your shirt.

Jason licked your stomach and chest all the way up, until he got to your neck and bit at it. Then giving you a deep kiss.

You held onto Jason’s face as you tugged at Jason’s boxers, him doing the same to your underwear.

Jason rolled you onto your front as he gave your ass a hard slap, you urging him to do it again.

‘I want it’ you begged, putting a little as Jason smiled devilishly.

‘I like when you beg, do it again’ he growled as he bit your ear.

‘I want it now, baby please’ you begged again as Jason leant down and kissed you deeply, giving you a little lick in the face.

Jason slid his hard shaft into you as you called out in pleasure, gripping onto the pillow. Jason was moving slowly, sliding in and out.

You were biting your lip as you moaned out, Jason grunting as he picked up a quicker pace. Jason urged you onto all fours, to which you obliged.

You stayed on all fours as Jason wrapped an arm around your neck, with his other free hand reaching round as he jerked your off.

‘Oh God, baby’ you moaned out as Jason lay his forehead on the back of you neck.

Jason pushed himself in and out of you deeply and slowly, his hot breath fanning the back of your chest.

‘Jason, Jason’ you breathed out, Jason’s length filling you up and hitting all the good spots.

The ecstasy of your bodies together and the volume of you both, which probably kept the neighbours in the loop of what’s going on, was so hot it kept you both going for the moment.

‘Oh God, Jason I’m close, please don’t stop’ you whimpered as Jason carried on jerking you while riding you.

Your hot seed shot out like bullets as you moaned out of pleasure, Jason seeming to find it hot as he sped up a little. Arm still wrapped around your neck.

Once he’d finished emptying you out he placed his other arm around your neck too, riding you deeper and deeper.

‘Y/n, I love you so much’ Jason blurted out, going quicker as he came closer and closer.

Jason slowed down and pumped deeper as he spilled inside you. Finishing inside, Jason caught his breath as he pulled himself out.

Turning your face with his hand, kissing you deeply. Seemingly not registering that he’d said ‘I love you’ for the first time.

You both kissed as you turned your body to face his, Jason smiling into the kiss a little.

‘I love you too’ you whispered back, Jason smiling brightly as he kissed you again. Laying you on your back as he began to slide down your body, making his way to between your legs.

Sucking, licking and playing with you until you were hard and ready again. Giving you the best blowjob of your life.

Friday came and you were both headed to meet Dick, walking hand in hand as you swung your arm a little. Making Jason chuckle.

‘Hey guys’ Dick called out as he came over smiling, giving Jason a hug. Then coming over and giving you one too.

You both wear dressed appropriately for the weather, with casual clothing. While Dick went all out and wore a rainbow shirt with some bright coloured shorts.

You found it sweet how much Dick cared about his younger brother, and how sweet it was that Dick made a huge deal of showing nothing but acceptance. Of both of you.

Dick took you both to the gay bar close by after the parade, standing in between you both with his arms around you both.

Of course, you and Jason snuck away a couple of times to have a quick make out. Or just to cuddle.

You and Dick got on so well it made Jason smile, as he only wanted you to like his family as much as they like you. Which you did. Even exchanging numbers with Dick at the end of the night.

Jason kissed you for the hundredth time today, as you both stood outside. Jason not giving one shit about who was looking.

‘I love you y/n’ Jason smiled, resting his forehead against yours.

‘I love you too, Jason’ you breathed out as you pulled in for another kiss. Never getting tired of Jason’s lips.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #pride 2023

[talaok]

Is there something I can do?

Pairing: Wilhelm x fem!reader

warnings: kinda dubcon at the beginning, unprotected sex and swallowing you know what.

Summary: You greet a pissed-off Wilhelm as he returns from the Christmas holidays, but once he learns that Simon has gone on a date with someone else, he decides to use you as a way to get his mind off the fact.  

a/n:is Wilhelm gay? yes, Am I just horny? Yes, Is this wrong on many levels? Yes But the fact remains that I have the ability to write and that means I can make anything I want come true. Basically, I am more powerful than god. DO NOT SPOILER SHIT. I AM AT 2X1

"Wilhelm" you greeted him with a big smile as he got out of the car. "y/n" he murmured with what was about 2% of the excitement you had shown, as you hugged him. His woody cologne momentarily hypnotized you. It was incredible how, even if he had probably never been worse than right now, he still managed to look and smell so put together. You knew he was gonna be in a shitty mood. The whole August thing had really made him go mad, which you totally understood, but every time he started talking about the plans he had in mind to make him pay you couldn't help but feel kind of scared. He wasn't just mad. He looked fucking homicidal. You had spent all the Christmas holidays trying to gently calm him down but he hadn't listened to you not one bit. It was like talking to a wall. A very pissed one. And you knew it wasn't just only that. the whole year had been a nightmare, first coming to Hillerska, then his brother, and then Simon. It had really been a lot, and as much as you wanted to be close to him and help him, you were starting to suspect it was impossible. "You changed your hair" you noticed, taking one of your hands out of your pocket to brush through them. The cold took you by surprise and you shuddered under your apparently not-heavy enough jacket. "Yup" Wilhelm said,uninpressed. You exhaled annoyedly at his mood as he nodded to his bodyguard to take his luggage inside. "help you unpack?" you offered, not wanting to give up just yet. You knew the old Wilhelm was there somewhere you just needed time and patience to find him. "sure" he shrugged as he set off towards the front door. You huffed as you started following him. The pebbles on the ground suddenly felt loud with your every step.

"so, how do you feel?" you tried breaking the ice as you sat on his bed. He looked at you and raised his eyebrows, perfectly capturing an -are you serious?- face. "Alright. Yeah, that was a stupid question" you raised your hand in defense "but I mean" you paused to think very thoroughly at your next words "maybe it's not gonna be that bad" you smiled shyly and he didn't even look at you as he took off his scarf and coat and hanged them. "August and Simon are just two people" you bit your lip "There's a hundred more in this school" you tilted your head to the side, trying to get even a glimpse of his expression as he gave you his back. "I think it's gonna be fine Wilhelm" you swallowed nervously. It was at moments like this that you realized you were talking to the heir to the Swedish crown. The same one that could have probably made you disappear with just a phone call. "I-I think you are gonna be fine" you started picking some skin from your fingers anxiously at his non-responsiveness. "Wilhelm?" you finally called him. no response. you frowned, as you called him again. You had seen him acting weird, sure, but this was new. "he's on a date" Wilhelm's voice fainter than a whisper finally gave some signs of life. Good, at least he wasn't dead. You imagined for a moment what the front page of the newspaper tomorrow would have looked like otherwise. "Hillerska student murders the Prince by giving him the dullest speech ever known to mankind" Yeah, no. That wouldn't have been good. "What?" you asked, confused. he turned around this time. And you immediately wished he hadn't. You had gotten the title wrong. It was the other way around. remember when you talked about him looking homicidal? This was it. You gulped as you felt your heart start beating approximately 100 times faster than any normal human being should. "He's on a date" a sinister and hysterical smile appeared on his face as he passed a hand through his hair. "he's on a fucking date" he scoffed incredulously. He started pacing across the room looking around like he had no idea where to point his sight at. "he's on a fucking date. With some fucking guy. and-and " he stopped. You doubted he knew what he wanted to say next. "He's on a date" He turned towards you. His mouth was wide open as ragged breaths came out of it. You could see in his eyes both the hurt and the anger. It was a weird mixture, one that on him looked absolutely terrifying. "I can't believe it" he finally spat out, seemingly having exhausted all of his energies. you had no idea what to say, but his eyes fixated on yours pressured you to find something, and quickly "I-I'm sorry Wilhelm" was all you could think of. He was still scrutinizing you, looking like he was expecting something more, so you obeyed."I-I'm really sorry" You looked around the room in search of some kind of answer as he started slowly walking towards you, examining you as if you were a target he had just acquired "Is there-is there something I can do?" you asked finally as a desperate last beach. He was now in front of you. You were looking up at him nervously. You had no idea what he was gonna do. the fire in his eyes suggested that he either was gonna throw you out, start crying, or just straight up murder you. None of those seemed like particularly good options, you felt. And none of those options he went for. You hadn't even registered him bending down when you felt his mouth on yours. What? He attacked your lips as he grasped your face harshly and infiltrated his tongue in your mouth as he pushed you onto the bed. His lips were chapped and the kiss was wet and messy and angry. His hold on your head was strong and you could feel all the pent-up frustration in him by the way he kept deepening the kiss, even when it was clear to you it was impossible to do so. he leaned away and you gasped for air as he looked at you with the same gaze from before. "Wilhelm" you whispered "What are you doing?" you asked genuinely. You knew he wasn't interested in you. You weren't stupid. This was him quite literally relieving some stress. He seemed to not even have heard you as he bent down to leave a trail of wet and hasty kisses on your neck. "Wilhelm" you called him again. "C'mon y/n, I need this" his strained voice vibrated against your throat. "Wilhelm" you murmured disapprovingly. "just let me fuck you" his hand found its way to your thighs, and you whimpered. "I just gotta take my mind off of it" he kissed you, but you were too occupied processing what he was saying that you didn't even reciprocate, letting him leave desperate kisses on your parted mouth. "You asked me what you could do" he breathed out as his hands found your underwear. "This is what I want" he toyed with the hem of your panties. you tried thinking of reasons why not to do this but were finding none. He was hot and smart and oh did I forget to mention? the fucking prince. It was a no-brainer. "C'mon I'm the fucking prince" he laughed bitterly, and you smiled. "Alright my prince" you looked at him he groaned as he immediately ripped your panties off. the cold air hitting your core causing you to bite your lip. He quickly undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his feet, not even taking them fully off before he let his cock spring free from his boxers. He grabbed your waist and moved you horizontally onto the bed. He bent down and kissed you again as he touched every single inch of your body. Your boobs, sides, cheeks, and thighs. He was everywhere. he then leaned away and took one last look at you before bringing one of his hands up, spitting on it with his royal mouth, before slapping it on your pussy, spreading his saliva all over your entrance. "stay still" he ordered as he positioned himself and pushed himself into you. "f-fuck" you moaned faintly as he groaned very loudly. He started bucking his hips into you, speeding up his pace as you started bouncing on his bead, producing loud creeks from the bed frames. He bit his lip as he admired you getting filled by him, moaning,whimpering and murmuring his name. Loving the feeling of his cock so deep inside you, filling you up perfectly and completely. "god Wilhelm" you cried out as he dragged you closer to him by the waist, making him enter you even more. "Sh-sh-sh" he shushed you, giving you a sloppy kiss " you gotta be quiet" he whispered, as he propped himself up with one elbow on each side of your face. You nodded incoherently as he smirked smugly. His pushes were hard and decisive and they were clearly only intended to pleasure him, hard and fast to just get him where he needed to be, making him momentarily forget what really was bothering him. You could feel his every breath on your mouth and you noticed once it started getting struggled, as his thrusts did the same. "F-fuck" he growled in pleasure as he pushed himself into you again and again until he knew he was on the verge of coming. "Open your mouth" he ordered, and you smiled shyly at the image in front of you. The prince of Sweden kindly asking you to open his mouth to finish inside it. What a world. he pulled out of you and got up on the side of the bed as you sat up towards him, your mouth wide open. "stick out your tongue," he commanded as he stroked himself, and you obviously did,and in just a few seconds were shot at with his warm fluid, cum that, since the prince apparently lacked aim, ended up basically on your whole face. You collected it all with your index finger, sucked it off, and let go of it with a loud pop. Wilhelm was looking at you amused, surprised, and proud at the same time, all while catching his breath. you smiled sheepishly "So did it work?" he chuckled " perfectly"

#wilhelm #wilhelm x reader #wilhelm young royals #young royals smut #Smut #prince wilhelm of sweden #young royals #Wilhelm x y/n #wilhelm smut #wilhelm fanfiction #wilhelm fanfic #Prince Wilhelm of Sweden smut #young royals fanfic #young royals fanfiction

[upsideoutinsidedown]

“Will doesn’t need a relationship to be happy”.

This is something I’ve seen people throw out there as to why Byler shouldn’t have to end up together for Will to have a happy ending and that anyone who says otherwise is reducing Will’s character to his sexuality. I think it needs to be addressed why that view is simply ignorant.

First off, I don't care that Will is gay. Will Byers became my favourite character back in the first season when he had a total of like fourteen minutes of screen time. I enjoyed watching the cast's reactions to his absence, and the goodness of his character shown in the flashbacks we see. I remember thinking "how impactful he must've been on these characters' lives for his absence to drive the story for an entire season," and the more I got to know him in subsequent seasons, the more I liked him. So, when it was teased, implied and ultimately confirmed that Will was gay, I couldn't care less. His sexuality didn't change how I felt about him in any way, but it did change how his narrative could be perceived.

Will being gay is a core part of his identity. If Mike and Will were not the intended endgame couple, the duffers wrote themselves into a corner by how they handled Will's sexuality, because of the message they are giving by committing to that representation. Will being gay is not the problem. Will being gay, canonically in love with Mike, and willing to sacrifice his own feelings for a heterosexual relationship is the problem.

I, personally, am a big fan of "don't need to be in a relationship to be happy" endings. In fact, it's what I'm hoping for with El, and if season four had been handled differently, I would like it for Will too, but the fact of the matter is, that's not what happened. They built up Will's feelings for Mike over several seasons, even despite the distance (both figuratively and literally) between them in between seasons, and now they have to commit because the truth of the matter is, gay people do not have the same representation straight people have in media.

A heterosexual character could go through the exact same romantic arc as Will and still not end up in a relationship without it feeling like a cop-out simply because there is a lot more positive heterosexual representation than there is gay representation. It is essential to understand that there is a difference in the message being sent simply because of the character's sexuality. Whereas the heterosexual character's journey's message would end up being "sometimes it doesn't work out, but that doesn't make the love felt any less profound," the gay character's journey's message would instead come across as "a same-sex romance is not as profound as an opposite-sex romance." Will, especially, in the van scene, where he used his own feelings to promote El, would be telling the story of how the best a gay character could offer would be to sacrifice their own feelings.

Now, I'm not gay. Despite being ace (♠/♢), I don't even consider myself to be a member of the LGBT+ community (not that there's anything wrong with identifying as LGBT+ if you do share my sexual identity). But I understand the importance of good, and positive, representation of LGBT+ characters in media, as well as the damage bad representation, whether intentional or otherwise, could cause.

And ignorance is not a sin. I wouldn't disparage someone for not understanding the implications, but willful ignorance on the other hand is different. You don't have to ship Byler, but you should understand why the ship is important and why it not being endgame would be so devastating even after it's been explained to you.

#byler #stranger things #will byers #gay will byers #meta analysis #character analysis #i may not be gay but as an ace i know the importance of good rep #and the dangers of bad rep #i have loving and supportive parents but goddamn if that one house episode being like the ONLY ace rep on television for the longest time #didn't cause SO MANY unnecessary problems #also hi im new here >.< #as in to this fandom #not tumblr #sorry for like the mini rant right off the bat #im friendly i swear

[veliseraptor]

Soft/hard head canons for Shen Jiu 🙌

finishing off the last few of these in my inbox...this is an interesting one because like with other characters I feel like my headcanons for Shen Jiu in particular are less "hard" and "soft" than "malleable and story dependent" outside of, like, what we know textually. but let's see what I've got.

also sometimes as usual I don't know that I have headcanons one way or the other until I run into someone contradicting them, which I think has happened here but struggling to think of something specific...

hard headcanon: While the personality change from Shen Jiu!Shen Qingqiu to Shen Yuan!Shen Qingqiu is undoubtedly pretty drastic (and I really can't think about that plot point too long, it makes me feel Real Bad), I think a lot of the original goods' behavior is more self-fulfilling than inevitable or unchangeable. I mean, this feels like a definite theme in SVSSS generally (and in MXTX's works as a whole) - that people are not definitively and unchangeably Bad, that change is possible for people, even seemingly awful ones. (I mean, the entire arc of Luo Binghe's character transformation, for one.)

I actually think a lot of Shen Qingqiu's behavior was self-fulfilling prophecy - I mean, this is pretty firmly textually canon as of the Shen Jiu extras, I believe. He decides that people are going to hate him and therefore he acts in a way to justify and confirm that hatred. I love a self-sabotaging, self-isolating bitter asshole! I really do. That then calcifies, but not actually as much as I think Shen Qingqiu believes - he seems convinced that all his fellow Peak Lords will hate him forever so why bother trying, but we see in canon that they actually turn around on him fairly quickly when his behavior changes, which suggests to me a willingness to change their minds that I don't think Shen Qingqiu would believe in.

It is so firmly entrenched in Shen Qingqiu's head that he is loathsome and rotten and there's no changing that, that he can't imagine anyone seeing anything else. Given that, his expressed hostility is a way of warding people off at least from seeing any vulnerability, because it's not like he has anything to lose: in his head, he never had their affection or even respect. I think Shen Qingqiu would always be kind of bad at being a person and not terribly sociable, but I do think if he made an effort he would get more of a response than he would expect or believe would happen.

Also I think that at least one of the reasons he continues to push Yue Qingyuan away so hard despite the fact that he cares very deeply for him is because he wants to see if he'll keep coming back. Even if it's just out of guilt, and that's the last thing he wants, at least he does still come back, and that is, pathetically, better than nothing. Which just makes him angrier and makes things worse. Good times!

soft headcanon: The Ning Yingying question is one that I feel like I have a few different potential reads on - by which I mean to say, the particularities of the accusation that he was somehow inappropriate with her. The firm part of it is that I don't think he actually would make sexual advances on her (or any female students); my read on Shen Jiu is pretty firmly gay but sex-repulsed to the point that he's situationally ace. Where I do have headcanon variations is what, exactly, did happen - whether there was a misread somewhere by Yingying that got blown up as the forming picture of Shen Qingqiu as a lecher became more defined and absolute (i.e. reinterpretation of a past event that maybe felt funny in retrospect even if it seemed innocent at the time, or even something that felt a little awkward or inappropriate at the time but wasn't meant sexually, but that then becomes something bigger), or whether it was entirely false rumor, boosted by Shen Qingqiu treating his female disciples better than his male disciples and being particularly fond of Ning Yingying.

If the latter, then why doesn't she say anything? That seems like a pretty clear answer to me: in PIDW she's very much pushed into a passive role, and Luo Binghe is a strong enough personality with enough force of will that I can see her not feeling able to contradict him, and/or I can see her being convinced that it doesn't matter what she remembers, everything else is true and bad enough that one more thing is just going to ensure that Shen Qingqiu can't hurt anyone else, and/or that it's only fair if upsetting for Luo Binghe to have his revenge.

Basically: while I pretty firmly don't think Shen Qingqiu (original flavor) made any advances on Ning Yingying, I can see a few different ways that situation might have played out leading to it becoming another point against him at the trial.

I also wobble on how far I think the abuse went with Qiu Jianluo - whether it went all the way to rape or just ("just") the threat of it up to the point when Shen Jiu killed him.

#conversating #thebeingofeverything #wow i was like 'do i have headcanons' and then wrote a short essay #OKAY ME #shen jiu #svsss #aggressively headcanons #lise memes

[mattsdae]

your joe young stuff makes me yell !!

would u consider masc reader riding joe till hes crying from overstimulation tryna get another orgasm out of him ??

if u dont vibe w it what would ur hcs be abt it ?? ❤️❤️

okay, first of all, i very much vibe with this idea. this is kinda short but whatever.

tags: joe young x masc reader , anal sex (m receiving) , bottom reader , service top joe , overstimulation , dacryphilia, praise , implied breeding kink but also everything involving joe young has an implied breeding kink so

synopsis: joe has a bad habit of cumming too quick, so you decide to take advantage of it

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this really just jumps into it. like joe is ejaculating first line so don’t expect too much plot with this porn

“i-i’m close! i’m gonna-“ he came, holding onto your hips like his life depended on it as he pumped you full. he moans, head thrown back and mouth agape. his cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to his forehead as he let out long strings of noises. his fingers dug in, forcing you still as he throbbed inside you.

the feeling was still a little foreign. even after bottoming multiple times, you still felt a little overwhelmed when you felt him inside you. he was big, always stretching you further than expected, and also strong, holding your hips down or moving you himself if he got desperate enough. he’d also always cum inside, pumping you full until he physically couldn’t thrust it any deeper. that didn’t change the fact that he came pretty quickly, more often than not.

it wasn’t his fault, you did the same thing. it came with the territory, considering both of you were unfamiliar with gay sex and relationships. you’d be a hypocrite to complain, considering he made you cum immediately the first time he hit your prostate while fingering you. he couldn’t get mad and neither could you. but, you could take advantage of it.

he started to dig his nails in, whining as you moved your hips again. you could feel him softening up inside you, but being in this position made it difficult not to get hard again. he whimpered as he watched it drip down and pool on his stomach.

“w-wait, slow down..” he finally realized what you were doing. you picked up your speed as he scrambled to hold you still. you pinned his hands above his head. “i.. i already came!”

“relax, baby. just relax,” you nearly coo in his ear. “you think you can keep going until i cum? can you be a good boy and hold off?”

being in an established relationship didn’t get rid of your corruption kink. you loved pushing his limits, of course still slowing down or stopping when he needed it. his one weakness, though, was praise. he’d do anything to hear you call him a good boy or say you’re proud. because of this, he settles down and nods.

“y-yeah.. i’m a good boy,” he huffed. tears welled up in his eyes as he watched you use him. his hips twitched, still pulling away even as he hardened again. he whimpered and whined as you fucked yourself, hand still pinning his as you bounced up and down.

“you think you got another one in you? can you cum for me?” he nods, even though he isn’t sure if he can. he twitches inside you, tears falling as he uses his own cum as lube, thrusting in and out with you. he nearly wails as you plant your hips, making him hold still for a moment. “i’m in control. understand? just sit still and take it. you think you can do that?”

it was inherently humiliating, being told to let yourself get used, but joe enjoyed the corruption just as much as you did. he kept his hips steady as you started moving again. he whined, head turned and face pressing into the pillows. his back arches, desperately trying to follow your order of staying still as it got more difficult.

it was overwhelming, his whole body vibrating with pleasure to the point it was painful. still, he kept himself in the same position so you could get off. he moved his wrists around, whining.

“can i- ah! please hold my hand,” he rambled. you nod, quickly letting one of his wrists free while interlocking your fingers with the other. he twitched inside you as his free hand reached down and grabbed your cock. you gasp, hand tightened around his.

“keep doing that, fuck..” you moan as he picks up the pace, regaining control and thrusting up into you while quickly pumping your cock. he knew you were close since you didn’t fight back against his movements. he arched his back again as you clinched around him, closing in on your orgasm. he thrusts up one more time, hitting your prostate perfectly. “fuck!”

you gasp, nearly choking on your own moans as you came. he kept his hand moving and hips thrusting, thoroughly working you through it. you painted his chest, semen caught in his chest hair. you slowed, his thrusting hips come to a stop and so does his fist, but not without a whimper.

“you wanna cum again, baby?” he nods, looking up at you with the most pitiful eyes a man could conceive. you slowly lift yourself off of him, moaning and whining at the loss as his cock slaps against his stomach. you settle in between his legs, taking hold of him. his hips instantly jumped as you moved your fist.

“h-hurts..” he finally sobbed out even though you were sure it’s been hurting for a while. you kiss his neck.

“you wanna stop? just say the word, sweetie.” he didn’t, though. instead mumbling out a quick keep going before you picked up your speed.

his legs tried to close out of instinct, your body making it difficult to do. his hips thrusted and his thighs trembled from exertion. he sobbed as he took hold of the hand you had placed on his thigh. he linked fingers again, gasping as he throbbed in your grip.

“i-i’m close.. please, please, please-“ he came, hips lifting in the air and back arching. you watched as he came on his stomach and chest as well, making a mess of himself. you let him ride it out. a couple of loud cries and a lot of thrusting later, he settled. you moved your hand away and he whimpered.

“good job, honey. you did so good for me. such a good boy, huh?” he nods absentmindedly, his body (and brain) still recovering from two orgasms back to back. he still held your hand as you adjusted yourself, now sitting next to him. you winced as you finally felt the soreness. “let’s go take a shower, okay? we can get all that gunk off of you.”

he nods, but wasn’t exactly agreeing. you lean down, his eyes barely cracking open to look up at you. he was gorgeous, his cheeks red and soaked with tears, eyes heavy and bloodshot. you kissed his forehead.

“how about this. i’ll wipe you down really well and when we wake up in the morning, we can take a shower together. okay?” he nods again, actually agreeing this time. you kiss him, smiling as his hand snaked behind your head and his fingers combed through your hair. you pull away. “now let’s get you cleaned up.”

#joe young x reader #orgazmo #trey parker #trey parker x reader #god he’s so pathetic #i need him #finally got around to posting some joe young asks lmao

[laundrybiscuits]

(wait for the season to come back to me tag)

Steve thinks he’s been doing pretty well at knowing Eddie’s different, now. Eddie’s not that same barely-grown teenager who’d been so bold about who he was, who’d gone out of his way to carve an Eddie-shaped space into the world. The new Eddie is skittish, thoughtful. Liable to curl up with his Walkman and listen to his music for a whole day, sometimes. 

Where the old Eddie had been flirty and pushy and constantly in motion, from what Steve’d seen in the brief time that their lives had crashed together, the new Eddie just watches Steve quietly like he’s trying to figure something out. It’s something to do with getting older, maybe. Or it could be that whatever the not-human part of Eddie is just thinks of humans like Steve as prey. Steve hasn’t asked.

At first, Steve had kept a mental list of all the ways this Eddie didn’t line up with what Steve remembered, and tried to figure out which might be Steve not knowing him very well and which might be genuine changes. It had gotten too complicated to keep up with, and there was a lot that Steve had had to keep re-sorting. 

And then there was the category of stuff that Steve thought he’d known from just growing up in the same small town, the way you kind of know everyone’s business because you all went to the same schools and mostly went to the same churches, even if your paths don’t cross that much. A lot of that stuff, it turned out, had been pretty wrong about Eddie. 

Steve makes an off-handed comment once, without really thinking about it: “I mean, I think that’s just the risk of sleeping with guys. You know how it is.”

“No,” Eddie says, looking away. “I don’t know, actually.”

“Oh. Oh. Right,” says Steve. “I guess Hawkins wasn’t exactly…”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Sure, yeah, but it’s not like I didn’t have wheels. Not like I—couldn’t have found something. That’s what I always told myself, anyway. I just kept thinking, okay, it’s not worth it yet, I just gotta hold on for a little while longer and I can…I dunno. Maybe I was just a romantic or something. Like I was ever gonna get the whole boyfriend experience or whatever.” He snorts a little, shaking his head.

“I mean…” says Steve. “If you want, I could, like. Take you out somewhere.”

“You wanna take me clubbing, Harrington? Help me pick up guys?” 

That hadn’t been what Steve was offering, but he shrugs. “I know a little about the scene here. If that’s what you want.”

“I want to be a fucking human being again. That’s what I want. If I didn’t have a chance in hell at a real boyfriend back when I was just some greasy loser kid who couldn’t shut up about dragons and metal and fantasy shit, it’s definitely not happening for me now I’m a goddamn monster.”

The thing is, with what Steve knows now, he’s pretty sure Eddie would’ve been able to walk into any bar in the Village or Boystown or the Castro and immediately pick up three or four boyfriends, no problem. The pretty eyes, the long lithe lines of his body, the lush mouth—and that’s not even accounting for how charming and funny Eddie could be when he tried. Even as a stumbling awkward baby gay, he’d have had his pick of the litter. Plenty of the guys Steve’s known would have put up with a hell of a lot of dragon talk for a chance with someone like Eddie.

But that didn’t happen, and Steve’s suddenly furious as hell that Eddie hadn’t ever had the chance to be in his twenties and stupid about it. Eddie should’ve broken dozens of hearts and maybe had his own broken once or twice; Eddie should’ve had good sex and bad sex and everything in between. He should’ve had the chance to learn that people would fall in love with him so, so easily. 

Steve had known him for about five minutes before he’d—before everything, and the simmering potential Steve had felt building every time Eddie so much as glanced his way had been enough to make Steve change his entire life. So, yeah, he thinks Eddie could’ve gotten a real boyfriend if he wanted. 

He doesn’t say any of that, because he thinks it would be probably the shittiest thing he could possibly do. Saying that actually, your life could’ve been so great if you’d been here to live it, is the kind of cruelty you don’t come back from. 

Instead, he just says, “Let me know if you change your mind.”

#fic: wait for the season to come back to me #this is the most direct I've been about my bemusement with some fanon (albeit still filtered through steve's tendency to idealize eddie) #I'm not like. mad about it. I know there are a lot of reasons fandom doesn't always line up with IRL queer culture & that's fine!

[hearteyeshayley]

Ao3 is down so I decided to post a cut scene from an early draft of my latest Timkon 50k friends with benefits fic! In this version of the story, Tim thinks they’re fuck buddies and Kon thinks they’re already dating lmaooo enjoy! 

“Are you scared to tell your family?” Kon asked, lying on his stomach across the picnic blanket on the grass. He’d planned a late lunch for them on a secluded New York beach. It was a crappy beach, with a polluted ocean and grassy hills pressed right up against the sand which was mostly sharp pebbles. It had an endless blue sky and guaranteed privacy though, which was what Kon had been looking for. 

Tim poured himself a glass of wine. 

“I’m not scared. I’m preemptively annoyed, because none of them have any sense of boundaries.” 

Kon gave him a look.

“I can be annoyed and a hypocrite. My private life is none of their business. And my sexuality shouldn’t change anything, so why do I need to shout it from the rooftops?” 

Kon held out his empty glass and when Tim didn’t refill it, used his TTK to tilt the bottle. 

“I would’ve made a move way sooner if I knew you were gay.” 

Tim was too flattered to give him a proper eye roll.

“How much sooner?” 

Kon swirled the wine in his glass and pretended to think about it. 

“3, 4 years.” 

This time, Tim rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, right.” 

“I’m so serious,” he said, forcing a light-hearted tone that betrayed a touch of insecurity. That made Tim pause. Maybe he was serious. 

“What about you?” Kon asked, sitting up, “I mean— when was it, for you?” 

“Well, when you kissed me, I figured, what the hell?” 

Kon crawled on top of him and Tim let him, setting his wine glass on the charcuterie board with a smirk. 

“Yeah, right,” Kon parroted back to him, pinning him to the blanket. “I bet it was the Costa Rica mission. I looked really sexy in that wet suit.” 

“I was pretty distracted by the robot sharks.” 

“No, I know what it was,” his eyes lit up, “After we fought Luthor and the drones, back when I still wore my leather jacket. I got pissed off at everybody, stole a motorcycle, and just drove off like a badass.”  

“I think I was probably upset. And worried about you.” 

“But you were a little into it,” he gave him sly look, “Because you have a thing for bad boys. Obviously.” 

“Oh, right. Because of my crush on Jaime.” 

Kon scooped him up and rolled to flip their positions, but kept him wrapped in his arms. Tim smiled down on him. 

“You’re full of shit. I’m the baddest boy you know.”   

“Remember when you baked a second batch of cookies because you felt bad you didn’t save one for Bart.” 

“Totally irrelevant.” 

“Remember when you— what are you doing?” 

Kon grinned. He floated three feet into the air, Tim lying on top of him. 

“Remember that time we had sky sex?” 

Tim raised his eyebrows, but he was smiling too. 

“No way. You’ll lose concentration and drop.” 

“You don’t think I can keep it up?” 

Tim reached down and unzipped Kon’s pants. He didn’t ask if Kon had done this before, because if he had, they all would’ve heard about it for weeks. It was exciting, getting to do something together for the first time. Even if it was something stupid that was probably going to end with something sprained. He sat up, balancing with his knees on Kon’s legs until he felt his TTK wrap him up securely in position. 

“I’ll do it as an exercise to improve your concentration.” 

“Ooh, yeah, baby. Tell me my mission objective.” 

Tim couldn’t tell him anything because he swallowed his dick into his mouth. To his credit, he managed to stay in the air until he came, and Tim didn’t sprain anything because Kon broke his fall. The wine glasses were collateral damage, but they still had half a bottle protected carefully in the picnic basket. 

They laid on the blanket face to face, with the smell of salt in the air and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. 

“Happy one month,” Kon joked. “You’re— I’ve been… um. It’s been cool.” 

Tim knew it’d been a month since this whole friends with benefits thing started, but he didn’t expect Kon to remember something like that. It was probably because they got together on the night of the Wendy premiere, a date he’d never forget. A part of Tim wondered if this spontaneous picnic was supposed to be a joke, or maybe just an excuse to hook up on the beach. Kon was really into beach sex. 

“You didn’t get me flowers?” Tim pretended to be disappointed. Kon went from zero to hundred, looking so panic stricken that Tim had to give up the joke of a real anniversary and laugh. 

Kon started laughing, too. 

“Just you wait. I’m gonna give you the most obnoxious, cheesy flowers ever.” 

Tim kept laughing, but suddenly the joke wasn’t funny. 

The problem was Kon didn’t do serious relationships. He hadn’t since Cassie. And he’d defended his casual sex lifestyle a million times, outlining the ways it was more fun, more convenient, and more practical in their line of work. 

He might’ve thought Tim was hot, but he thought a lot of people were hot. 

Tim had to ask him to be his boyfriend at just the right moment. Once he made himself an integral part of Kon’s schedule. After he’d convinced him that monogamy could be convenient, too. Once he was confident that he was the best sex of his life, and proved to him that he could be whatever he needed. And of course he’d need to do more research, figure out if Kon was seeing other people, or if Kon saw him as more than a friend who would fuck him. 

He couldn’t rush this. It was a mission that deserved his time and 100 percent effort, maybe the most important mission of his life. Maybe they could get married one day.  

Tim felt sick. They’d been fucking around for a month and he was thinking about marriage. It was so easy to delude himself, like now, watching Kon pack up the picnic he’d prepared for them. His hair, blowing in the wind, his ass in the air as he put the food back in the basket. It was so ordinary that it wrapped back around to being a scene from his wildest dreams. A paper napkin got caught in the wind and Kon flew after it. It was a tiny piece of litter, but that’s the kind of person he was. Of course he’d plan a perfect lunch like this for a friend. It was like the cookies for Bart. He went above and beyond for the people he loved. 

Tim clung to the scrap of hope that one day, Kon would love him in a different way. 

#timkon #timkon fic #batman #ao3

[fuck-customers]

time to vent dump! <3 everyone at my job is so tired of one coworker of ours - he was "knighted" so he has a Sir suffix (something tells me that was something he got online and legit changed his name about it) and is an author of one book (we work at a gas station. he's very high and mighty about his book) i looked said book up and it's about a man and a woman who have almost the same name who date "so they can say their own names during sex" and the summary i read reeks of his personality, "i pretend to be so woke when really i'm a huge misogynist". such a big head on this guy's shoulders to start with.

he comes in to start his shift and immediately starts talking nonstop. mostly it is either complaints about customers, coworkers who aren't present, or music/media from his generation nobody cares about but insists are amazing and we should check them out. (really sticks out in my mind how he recommended that Lou Reed song about a boy being obsessed about his football coach. coworker seemed to think it was super progressive for the time bc it was talking about gay stuff when that's kinda overshadowed by the age difference element :/ )

he will talk over you, and it feels like if he's not talking about old media, he's talking about something negative (but of course he loves to complain about one of our female coworkers mentioning some tough things that are happening in her life right now. she's just SOOOO negative he says as he continues to shit talk everyone nonstop.)

at first i thought he'd be cool - when we first met he noticed my pronoun necklace and gendered me correctly like twice. (never did it again. we had a store meeting where my manager thought it'd be a great idea to single me out and tell everyone we need to work on getting my pronouns right. i don't think my manager meant ill will by it, he's trying to be supportive despite being ignorant of how everything trans works, but this douchey coworker tried to compare my gender neutral pronouns to his "sir" suffix and how "he didn't complain when people didn't call him sir" :/ that's.... that's really not comparable dude. everyone ignored him.)

today he was telling a story about a coworker and how badly she handled a situation with a deaf homeless person who sometimes comes to our store - when he finished, i tried to start telling a related story about how i passed notes back and forth with that deaf man a couple times and- that was as far as i got before he said "i don't give a flying fuck"

i've thought about it, and maybe he was saying, in context of the story, that he didn't give a fuck if the guy took some bananas while the coworker he was shit talking did care - but the way he delivered that line was so confusing, it really felt like he was telling me "i don't give a fuck about what you did or your story". in the moment i was stunned to silence, and tried later to rationalize it this way. i realized even if the former was the case, this coworker cared more about telling his story to shit talk our other coworker than he actually cared about the homeless person who was desperate for some food. it was more about opposing her than being generous or understanding with him. so when he tried to continue, i ignored him in favor of helping our other, newbie coworker, with his register.

i remember an old female coworker of mine told me he yelled at her to "never interrupt him when he's talking to a woman," which reeks of superiority and desperation lol

all in all he's just an unfriendly, disrespectful, self centered, unpleasant person who thinks his shit smells like roses. i feel bad whenever i clock out and leave one of my female coworkers with him for closing shift, although luckily i think he's bored by her and mostly leaves her alone unless he wants to bitch about something or talk about old media. he's always trying to crack jokes and they all are either bordering on the offensive or are just straight up not funny or both. i'm really sick of him and i can tell just about everyone else is too. i'm so so glad i only see him in passing, as he's a closer and i'm an opener, but the few minutes i have with him as i'm clocking out and gathering my things are just 8') a few minutes too many.

[transmutationisms]

Hi hi, have you read the book 'Queering Bathrooms: Gender, Sexuality, and the Hygienic Imagination' by Sheila L. Cavanagh? Would love to hear ur thoughts on it if so, I'm considering thrifting a copy !

i gutted it a few years back. full disclosure, i just wasn't really looking for a sociological text and i felt frustrated by that limitation in the book. it's kind of ironic to use foucault for this type of study given that foucault's main insight was in encouraging historical critique and historicisation; cavanagh invokes his theorisation of discipline, but doesn't deal with its historically specific elements (namely that this is a framework developed wrt northwestern europe in the 18th and 19th centuries) and isn't able to comment on processes of historical change or development. similarly, she invokes freudian psychoanalysis as a kind of transhistorical science, failing to attend to its cultural and historical specificities. to be blunt, 21st-century north america is not 20th-century vienna or 19th-century france; it's not that freud and foucault have nothing to say about the former, but without attention to temporal trends and changes, you lose sight of how and why present cultural beliefs and forms came to exist, and it's easy to overstate your case in terms of the extent to which a social theory developed in an entirely other context is applicable. freud was not a historian and foucault was barely one and generally a bad one; to use his work even in discussing 19th-century france (his case study) requires some serious legwork to address his theoretical lacunae and methodological shortcomings. i simply would not import that specific model of discipline into a different time period and place without writing, like, entire treatises first to examine how and in what ways it's applicable.

i don't mean to single cavanagh out here; i don't read much in sociology because my critiques are basically always versions of the above, lol. in this particular case, it's also worth pointing out that her interview subjects were, like, 60 americans and canadians who were mostly white and middle/upper class, so on top of the theoretical issues (& theory is the bulk of the book), i think the actual sociological work is also pretty limited. i generally agree with the broad outlines of cavanagh's viewpoint, but i just don't find the scholarship particularly helpful, especially as it struggles to move from the experiences of a very small number of individuals into commentary on larger (historical and contemporary) trends of waste management, gender segregation, and transphobia.

if you would be interested in historicised texts on bathrooms and waste management that use psychoanalytic and foucauldian theory in ways i find more useful and justified, i love the following:

public city/public sex: homosexuality, prostitution, and urban culture in nineteenth-century paris, by andrew ross

examines the embourgeoisement of urban culture in 19th-century paris and argues that the seeking of public sex, both by sex workers and gay men, shaped the city and the use of public spaces, including public urinals

history of shit, by dominique laporte, tr. nadia benabid & rodolphe el-khoury

a classic; uses psychoanalytic and historical-genealogical frameworks to analyse the development of sanitation techniques in western europe and the role these played in long-term developments in capitalism, nationalism, and urbanisation

paris sewers and sewermen: representations and realities, by donald reid

broader focus on paris's whole sewer system, but does also discuss bathrooms; mixes elements of cultural history and labour history, and interrogates the meanings imputed to sewers and those employed maintaining them in literary and political discourses, focussing on the 19th and early 20th centuries

#Sorry That I Wrote You An Essay On Books About Bathrooms And Shitting #book recs

[semperama]

share some of your au ideas if you want!! it’d be fun!! i’m sure a ton of ppl are interested like me ❤️❤️

Thank you, anon!! Here's a little sad, sad, ficlet, just for you. <3

They only stay at the cabin for four days. It's all the time they can spare, before Daniel goes home to Perth and Max goes home to his perfectly constructed family and they pretend not to care overmuch about each other for months.

"We don't have to do this, you know," Max says on the last morning. He always says it, just like this, when they're in bed together and he's sex-dumb and sated. He pulls Daniel's arm tighter around him and interlaces their fingers, half-turning his head even though he won't be able to see Daniel's expression without turning all the way over.

"Yeah, we do," Daniel says, speaking his line like he's supposed to. He kisses the skin behind Max's ear and nuzzles in there, pretending for a moment that this is enough. "You know we do, Maxy."

Red Bull is...well, it's Red Bull. And Formula One is Formula One. Even if things are changing, even if you can get away with wearing a rainbow helmet now or speaking up for others' rights, you still have to give up a good amount of your own. Max can't be a World Champion and also be gay and in love with his rival--or, now, his reserve driver. Daniel can't be....whatever he is, and also be this, the one who spoons up behind Max in bed, the one who makes him cry with his dick, the one who adores him so much it's terrifying.

"We can tell them to fuck off," Max says. "What are they going to do? Fire me?"

They could, Daniel thinks. Max doesn't believe it, because even though he pretends otherwise, all this does go to his head. He knows he's the best, and he thinks that makes him irreplaceable. But the truth is, none of them are. Not really. Cash is king, and the moment any of them is the threat to the cash, they'll be out on their ass.

"Not worth the risk." Daniel kisses the shell of his ear, then props himself up so he can lean over, meet Max's eyes. "We've been through this. I can't be the reason anything happens to your career. You think I could live with myself?"

Max scowls, always so annoyed in the face of cold logic that proves him wrong. He shrugs off Daniel's arm, then seems to think better of it and grabs his hand again. "What if I don't care? What if I'd rather be with you than drive?"

It takes everything Daniel has in him not to laugh. They both know it's not true. Neither of them would give up the drive. Daniel spends most of his energy trying not to think about what that means, whether that's a bad sign. All he knows is that these four days have been the only time he's felt whole all year, and he only really feels alive when Max is near him--but he still wouldn't give it all up. And more than that, he can't let Max give it all up for him.

"It's temporary," Daniel says. This, too, is his usual line. "And we still have this."

Max flops back to the bed, defeated for now. He's beautiful, there in the cage of Daniel's arms. He turns his head and kisses Daniel's bicep, then rests his head there, closes his eyes. "I don't want to leave tomorrow," he says, his voice rough.

"Don't think about it now," Daniel says in a rush, just before his throat closes up. He kisses Max, squeezing his eyes shut, making himself pretend.

#maxiel #f1 #my writing #sorry if there are typos i wrote this so fast