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[catinasink]

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[tepid-judas]

CAN I DO NO 5 FOR THE GEORDI FIC

[checks my Notes app] ooOOH YES! THIS ONE!

When I was going through the notes, this was one of the ones I'd completely forgotten about. It's Asher & Milo hurt/comfort.

I actually have two other notes that are also Milo & Asher h/c that I think I'll combine into this one in order to flesh it out. and turn it into a proper Asher/Milo pairing. That'll take care of numbers 5, 10, and 2!

Thank you!!

[the-project-of-chaos]

wHEN YOU BULLY ME, THIS IS WHO YOU'RE BULLYING

-pIPER

-- I DON'T GIVE A FUCK YOU PURPLE RABBIT VIRUS BITCH I CAN DELETE YOU ANYTIME I WANT OFF OF THE ENTIRE INTERNET. THAT FACE AIN'T GONNA WORK. CONTINUE TO BE BULLIED BY ANTI-VIRUS FIREWALLS YA WINDOWS XP LOOKING ASS.

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I AM A RAGING HOMOSEXUAL 

[freedomfireflies]

Mine*

Summary: Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession.

But he's found the perfect way to make it right.

Word Count: 3.6k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“So, what did he say?”

“What do you think he said? Gave me some bullshit excuse about not knowing the rule and tried to save his own ass.”

Harry tsks as he throws an arm over the back of the sofa. “Fucking pathetic. They’re all the same.”

“All of ’em,” Asher agrees with a nod. “But I had a couple of the guys tail him, and he led us straight back to the warehouse.”

“Good. Think it’s time we pay him a little visit,” Harry decides before his eyes trail over to where you still stand in the kitchen.

You usually try to keep your distance when Harry’s in one of his meetings. And perhaps this isn’t exactly an official meeting per se, seeing as it’s taking place in your living room. But nevertheless, you’re hesitant to interfere.

Besides, you’re more than content to just watch when he’s in his element like this. Like to watch the way his expression will grow dark, and his voice will take on a certain edge. The way he’ll speak about death as if recalling the weather. The way he’ll drop threats as if they were weightless.

He can be quite intimidating when he wants to be. Most of the men that work for him won’t even make eye-contact with him. And you’re almost certain a few of them have even pissed themselves on occasion.

Asher is about the only one who doesn’t flinch when Harry enters a room. Perhaps that’s the result of their lifelong friendship, or perhaps it’s because he knows he’s Harry’s right-hand man. 

Either way, Asher is the only man on the team that Harry truly trusts. Which is probably why he was invited to your home this evening.

Of course, Harry claimed he merely wanted to relax and catch-up. But you knew better. 

The only way to get Harry Styles to actually unwind and relax is by fucking him.

You fidget by the fridge as you’re forced under his cool stare, a tad apprehensive about why you’ve garnered his attention. You hope you haven’t disturbed their conversation, although you do wish he’d wrap it up.

He’s hardly been home the past couple of weeks. You understand why, of course. A threat was made to the company that Harry needed to eliminate. And you’d never stand in the way of his work.

But…you miss him. Miss getting to be near him. And maybe you wouldn’t as much if he actually allowed you to visit him at his office. But he declared it was too unsafe. He doesn’t like when other men look at you. Doesn’t appreciate when the people that he pays get the nerve to gawk at what’s his.

Although, truthfully, you think it’s rather cute how overprotective he gets.

Harry smirks as he motions you forward, seemingly amused. “Come here, sugar. You’re too far.”

Relieved to know he’s not upset, you let out a deep breath and obey his command, feet padding across the hardwood floor to bring you closer to where they reside.

You smile a shy greeting at Asher, who offers an entertained grin of his own before Harry is looping his outstretched arm around your waist and placing you on his lap.

“There,” he declares as his chin slips over your shoulder. “S’much better, isn’t it?”

You nod, face warming and hands gathering in front of you.

You’re not sure why you’ve gone so quiet. So still. Something feels…off. Incomplete, in a sense. 

Sure, the warmth of his body is doing wonders for this…lost feeling in your head, but it still doesn’t feel like it's…enough.

However, Harry can read you like a book. Knows what each nervous habit and tic means. Knows when you’re feeling anxious, nervous, shy.

Submissive.

And he knows exactly how to fix it.

“Was just telling Asher here about sending our good friend Sean a little message,” Harry murmurs, subtly pulling you back into his chest. “M’getting so fucking tired of playing all these games. Tired of being kept…from what’s most important.”

His fingers begin to tap against your thigh, maybe in an attempt to call your attention to him, but either way…it makes your thighs squeeze a bit closer together.

You feel him smile into your neck. “Are you tired, too, mama?” he hums, in that low tone of voice he��knows makes you weak. “Tired of waiting for me? Tired of needing me to make it better?”

Despite yourself, your lashes flutter as you sink even further into his hold. Needing to be encompassed by him. Cocooned by his smell, and his touch, and his intentions.

You’re vaguely aware of the way he’s begun toying with your dress, gently guiding the fabric further up your legs. Giving you enough time to realize. To stop him if that’s what you want.

And maybe you should want to stop him. Should be more concerned about poor Asher, forced to watch from his chair a few feet away. But right now…right now it feels necessary. Like if you stop him…you’ll die.

“So unfair. Being kept from you,” Harry whispers, pressing his lips to the skin just below your ear. “So fucking unfair…knowing that you’re waiting here for me. Like a good girl. Laid out in our bed…needing me to take care of you.”

The cool air feels sinful against your bare thighs, but you welcome it. Welcome the chill that travels down your spine as your cunt grows a bit needier.

Despite yourself, you begin to squirm over his lap, rather desperate for some friction. For him.

And he chuckles darkly at your attempt, the one arm on your hip tightening ever-so-slightly to prevent a second effort. “And I haven’t been, have I? Haven’t been taking care of you the way you need. The way you deserve. Huh, sugar?”

You’re quick to shake your head, longing to appease him. Make him happy. Give him whatever he wants. An answer, your body, your time.

He has it. It’s his.

His hands find their way to your underwear. He’s gentle. Tame. Innocently grazing his finger over the front of your soaked panties as he hums with contentment.

“Oh, my poor little girl,” he coos, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. “Bet it hurts, doesn’t it? Bet you feel so fucking empty…don’t you, mama?”

Another quick nod, your eyes growing heavy as you rest back against his shoulder, breaths quick and light.

He adds a bit more pressure. Enough to make you choke on a whimper as you steel yourself against his chest. You grasp onto his wrist, maybe in an attempt to warn him, or maybe in an attempt to just…touch him. Be a part of it. But either way, you don’t let go.

“What?” he asks gently, dancing a few innocent kisses down the curve of your neck. “What, sugar? What do you need?”

And you want to tell him. You do. But…you can’t speak. You couldn’t really speak before, either, but now…now it’s impossible.

Instead, you sigh. You sigh and you squeeze his arm and you hope that he understands.

Which he does. 

He always understands you.

“Come on, honey. Tell me,” he pushes, the determined strokes growing a bit more powerful. “Need me to make it better?”

You swallow thickly, a soft whine melting from between your lips as you slowly grind into his hand.

But that small voice inside your head reminding you that you aren’t capable of making a coherent decision pipes up. 

Harry doesn’t��share. He never has, he never will. You don’t imagine he’d appreciate Asher bearing witness to such a sight, and you have to wonder if Harry even remembers the poor man is even still in the room.

Your head rolls, eyes finding Asher’s figure, still seated in his chair. You’re hoping to call attention to him, so Harry is forced to recall his presence.

And it works, Harry looking over as well while Asher murmurs, “Hi, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks heat up as you nestle further back into Harry’s chest.

However, instead of growing annoyed, Harry simply smiles. “Oh, sweet girl. Are you worried about him?”

You nod once, looking back up at your rather cocky boyfriend.

In return, he tsks soothingly, hand coming up to brush down your cheek. “You don’t have to worry about Asher, mama. He doesn’t mind. Does he?”

“Not at all,” Asher replies calmly, almost as if unaffected by the scandalous act before him. “What the boss man wants…the boss man gets.”

And for some reason, knowing the handsome second in command is watching you makes your mind grow that much fuzzier. As if fully surrendering to that floating feeling trying to trap you.

Once Harry sees that you’ve fully succumbed to your subspace, he hums again, and presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s okay, sugar. M’gonna take care of you. I’ve got you, all right?”

You don’t have the strength to nod, instead making a rather needy noise as you tug on his arm and turn to bury your face in his neck.

 Another chuckle emits from his chest, reverberating across your back as he readjusts in his seat to get started.

First, he takes hold of the pathetic excuse for underwear you slipped on and begins dragging them down your thighs. Then, after eagerly flicking them free from your ankles, he tosses them toward his partner. “Hold these for me, yeah?”

Asher catches them midair, nodding his understanding as you suck in a sharp breath. 

And you can’t help but squirm, now growing hot under the realization of your nakedness to the room.

But you appreciate the way both men attempt to make you feel safe. Asher doesn’t stare, instead relaxing in his seat as if this were an everyday occurrence for him. Patiently waiting for Harry’s next instruction. Obediently waiting for him to do what he needs to do.

And Harry does what he always does. He takes care of you. Whispers things in your ear like, “Shh. That’s it, there’s my sweet girl. I’ve got you, honey. Just gonna have a little taste, yeah?”

It’s an out-of-body experience. It’s like you’re here…but you’re not. You know he’s touching you but that’s all you know. It’s all you want.

He takes your legs in each hand before pulling you further open, resting your thighs on the outsides of his. 

You’re good and truly spread now, allowing even more of the cool air to travel its way to your aching cunt.

And you shiver when you feel it, lashes falling shut as you take a deep breath in. Harry’s familiar cologne calming your nerves almost instantly.

“There you go,” he praises gently, smoothing his palms along your skin. “That’s it. Just relax for me, okay? Relax…”

So you do. You release each inhibition and just…let him. Let him do whatever, take whatever, have whatever he wants.

When his fingers return to your pussy, it’s like magic. Exactly what had been missing, and you jolt at the faint but welcome contact.

He teases you for a moment, dragging his touch up and down, through and over. Never in. Never hard. 

Never enough.

And you whimper every time he leaves your swollen clit, wishing more than anything that he would merely give you what he knows you need.

Maybe he’s trying to show off for Asher. Or maybe he just likes having an audience and wants to prolong the experience.

Either way, it almost kills you.

“Please,” you breathe, once again attempting to thrust up into his hand before pouting when he pulls away.

“Please?” he repeats, grip constricting around you. “Please what, hm? What do you need, sweet girl?”

Another displeased huff as you scratch your nails down his tattooed skin, pressing deep into the ink as if hoping to see it bleed.

The fucker has the nerve to laugh. “S’not an answer, is it, mama?”

You’re growing impatient, half a mind to shove his hand away and do it yourself. Which you don’t think he’d mind.

No, he doesn’t like when you touch yourself. But that’s only if you don’t ask permission. As long as you ask him first and allow him to either see it or hear it…he doesn’t mind.

“Touch me,” you whisper, so faintly, you’re almost sure he didn’t hear.

And you’re proven correct when he dips down and murmurs, “Again.”

“Touch me,” you repeat, a little bit louder, but still airy. “Please, Har…please touch me.”

Another tsk. A deliberating noise as if debating whether or not to agree. “I don’t know. S’kind of in the middle of something. Maybe I should finish my meeting first, hm? Think you can sit here and wait for me?”

And you groan. Because no. No, you can’t possibly wait. Not anymore than you already have, and he’s so cruel. So fucking cruel to do this to you.

“You can,” he decides, ignoring your outraged plea. “You can be good for me. Know you can, sugar. Come on.”

With that, he leans back against the couch, and turns to Asher, diving once again into their previous discussion.

And you assume that part of Harry’s little game will involve him taking his hand away from you. To actually make you wait until he’s decided it’s your turn.

But you’re more than surprised when he continues his light, feathery touches across your cunt. Playing with your folds and your clit almost mindlessly. 

“Should I send the guys down tomorrow?” Asher asks, fighting a smirk as Harry mulls this over.

“Not yet,” he decides. “No. No, I think we need to make him sweat it out a bit. He knows we’re coming. Let the fucker spin.”

“I’ll have Blake watch him,” Asher replies. “Make sure he doesn’t skip town.”

“Good.”

“You wanna bring him in for questioning?”

Another pause as Harry trails his finger down, teasing your hole before pulling back. “Not yet. Think we need to remind him what happens…when he lies.”

And just as this decision is made, Harry finally concedes to your needs and pushes himself in. All the way to the knuckle as you gasp and writhe over his lap.

It’s not at all subtle, and you’re almost humiliated by how unpoised you’ve become. But you can’t help it. Can’t help any of it. Not the sounds you’re making, not the noises coming from the gentle thrusts of his finger in and out of your pussy.

It’s echoing across the room like music from the record player.

But neither of the men pay it any mind, instead carrying on in conversation as if you’re not even here. As if you’re not dripping down Harry’s hand, soaking his nice trousers.

“You think he’ll lead us to Matthews?” Asher asks next, resting one arm over the back of his chair.

“Maybe. If we do it right,” Harry says, stroking your inner walls with devious intent. Looking for that one spot that unravels you faster than anything else. “But there are ways of making him. If we need to.”

Asher nods. “I’ll call Blake tomorrow. Arrange the trail.”

But you miss Harry’s reply beneath the sound of your own desperate whine, your chest now heaving under the stress of pleasure building within your stomach.

His thumb flicks across your clit before pressing into it, hard and with fervor. He maneuvers it in frantic circles as your pants grow louder. 

You don’t know what to do. How to breathe. No idea how to remain relaxed when he’s doing this to you. When he’s so determined to make you cum in front of his guest.

“—wouldn’t matter then. He knows. They all fucking know,” Harry is saying to Asher before his lips are pressing back into your cheek. “And I’m not going out there if I don’t have to.”

“That’s fine. You know we’ve got it,” Asher responds. “Would you still like Alec on patrol?”

“I don’t know,” Harry admits before a second finger begins easing into you. “I don’t like the way he looks at her.”

Asher’s head tilts. “Was he looking at her?”

“He was fucking thinking about it,” Harry scoffs, the hand on your hip tightening. “And if I can’t be here with her, I need to know she’s safe.”

“I can send a few more guys over. Make sure there’s someone at each post.”

“No. I don’t want anyone else watching her but me,” Harry grunts. “Fucking bring her with me before I let someone else in.”

You sigh at this. You know he worries about your safety and care more than anything else. It’s why he’s gone so often. He wants to keep you hidden away in the apartment. Out of sight from his men, and his job, and his…well, enemies.

You understand it, you suppose.

Not that it makes it any easier.

The coil in your belly tightens as he brings his other set of fingers into play. Now, both hands are devoted to you. One making sure to fill you and stretch you just the way you need, while the other plays with your clit like you’re nothing but a toy.

“We can find a safe house in Seattle,” Asher offers. “A place to keep her if you need to bring her along.”

“Maybe,” Harry murmurs, his chest flush with your back as if trying to push himself through you. Consume you. “But if they know she’s there—”

“They won’t,” Asher interrupts, almost resolutely. “They’re not gonna fucking touch her. I promise.”

“No,” Harry agrees, growling the word in your ear as you clench around his fingers and gasp. “No. They’re not. Not gonna use her…to get to me. Not gonna fucking take…the only good thing I have. Not gonna take…what’s mine.”

The energy has turned dark. Angry. Now he’s not trying to tease. Now he’s trying to own you. Remind you who you are. Who you belong to. 

The explosion of your orgasm is racing toward you, hurtling so fast, it makes your lungs ache.

He needs you to cum more than you need it. Needs to know that your body only bends for him. That your pleasure is his.

That you are his.

Even if you tell him every day. Even if he knows you’d never look at anybody else the way you look at him.

He needs to feel it. Needs to understand that he’s not gonna lose you the way he loses everything else.

And one of the ways he understands this…is by making you cum so many times that you don’t know anything else but him.

“Almost there, aren’t you?” you hear him whisper, his teeth finding your earlobe as he tugs.

“Yes,” you sigh, so pitifully wrecked that you can hardly speak. “Yes. Wanna cum for you. Please…”

“I know,” he hums. “I know, sweet girl. And you will. Gonna cum all over my fucking hand, yeah? Gonna let me taste how much you missed me?”

You give him nothing more than a zealous nod as you begin to squirm harder over his thighs, seeing that blissful end. 

And when it happens, you just about start crying. It’s so…powerful. And you don’t know why. Maybe it’s because you’ve been feeling so needy today. Maybe it’s because of Asher being here. Maybe it’s because you can feel how angry Harry is.

But it doesn’t matter. It’s everything. So deliciously perfect that you almost don’t want him to stop.

He’s gentle as he rides you through. As he mutters his praises and leans you both back into the couch cushions. As he keeps you trapped between his arms and keeps his lips on your skin. 

“There you go,” he coos, his praises like a symphony in your ear. Warming your body, your heart, your soul. “There she is. Fucking squeezing me, honey. Feels so good, you know that? Fucking missed it. Missed the way you feel.”

You know he did. He tells you all the time how good your body is to him.

And you believe him.

When he delicately takes his hands away from you, you deflate. Whining some at the loss of contact and fullness, nearly praying for him to touch you again.

But he’s got something else in mind. 

He brings the hand that was inside you up to your mouth, soaked fingers trailing across your bottom lip in a silent instruction to open wide.

So, you do. You take his large digits into your mouth, and you suck. You take everything on your tongue as you swirl it around him. As you swallow and let your eyes fall shut in blissful ecstasy.

And as you do, he brings his other hand up to his mouth. Doing exactly the same thing as you both sit there and taste. 

And the sound of him cursing with content at the way you coat his tastebuds is fucking magical. Everything he does is magic to you.

You’ve never felt so happy.

No, you’re still not quite in your right mind, but you don’t even care. Don’t care how far away you feel because you know he’s here to bring you back when you’re ready.

“Good fucking girl,” he practically purrs, palm once again stroking down your cheek. “Did so good for me, mama. So fucking good. My perfect angel. Feel better now, honey? S’that what you needed?”

You smile. “It was certainly a start.”

Harry smiles a bit bigger now, laughing beneath his breath as he drops his hand back down to your aching pussy, cupping it firmly. “A start, huh?”

You nod, a catch in your throat as the intrigue starts to build once again.

Harry hums.

“Then I guess we better finish it.”

I know this isn't everybody's thing, but if you guys would be okay with me maybe doing a part two...I kind of love this Harry? 😭

Next Part:

~ Ours* (Pt. 2)

~ Full Mine Masterlist

~ Other Harry Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[moronkyne]

SHAWPACK POLY

This has been in my drafts for over a month.

Characters included; SAMUEL COLLINS, DAVID SHAW, ANGEL (SHAW), SWEETHEART (GREER), ASHER TALBOT, DARLIN, MILO GREER

Also, you could really just take half of this as crackship content ngl. Or completely platonic.

꧁ I just wanna talk about the sort of tension that the power imbalance that early!Sam and earlier!David had. I wanna talk about Sam being submissive (I don’t mean this sexually but whatever floats thy boat) I WANNA TALK ABOUT HOW SWEET DAVID CAN BE. CURRENT DAVID AND CURRENT SAM? I WANT THEM TO HAVE A HOT AND STEAMY MAKEOUT SESSION AND I WANT THEM TO STRUGGLE TO BREATHE. DONT TEST ME ꧂

No thoughts, just chubby!Angel and slender!Sweetheart. No thoughts. Just sweetheart combing their skinny fingers through angels soft hair and tracing over angels curves and pudgy cheeks.

꧁ You know those gummies that are in the shape of. circles but have circular holes in the middle? Everytime Asher buys one, he does a fake little proposal to Angel. Also, he forces David to stay still while he stacks gummy after gummy on David’s middle finger…all to deepthroat David’s middle finger for the gummies like a little bastard. And then he gives David a chaste little kiss and scurries off. ꧂

No thoughts, just Milo fixing Asher’s hair. That one strand. Tucking it behind his ear, placing a few hair pins, even. some hairspray? All while Asher’s fighting the urge to kiss his face off.

꧁ Uhm Asher probably calls Milo “sexy” as a nickname. Again, don’t ask, I just know. Also, David calling Asher “Pup”. ANGEL WOULD CALL HIM THAT TOO. THEY ALL DO. STOP. OKAY, OH MY GOD ITS REVOLUTIONARY. ꧂

From the perspective that Darlin’ is older than Asher, David, & Milo… I just wanna talk about the three of them having this sort of crush on them during their HS years. They were freshmen maybe?! 1st years… and then Darlin was maybe a 3rd or 4th year. The sort of crush where they knew was going nowhere (well, there’s always time to rekindle after hs.) but they all couldn’t fight the pure SEXINESS.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hybrid Cafe Yans

A list of the hybrid yans since it's been a minute-. The first name is their real name and the second is the nicknames reader has given them. The only exclusions are Saber and Wistera who haven't been nicknamed yet, and Doc and Trick who have never been official named

Saber [he/him] - Model/Influencer Catboy who got saved from the ran by Cafe reader on their first shift. Very snobby and feels entitled to most if not all of reader's time being their first customer

Clyde/Spot [he/him] - A lonely delivery rabbit. Shy and Sweet. Bounced around in the foster care system as a child and has severe abandonment issues steaming from it which later on resulted in him dying his fur white to be more appealing to others. His nickname comes from Reader finding a spot on his ear since it had been a while since his last dye job

Shanna/Bo [She/Her] - Reader's sheep girl coworker. Extremely clumsy and timid, but also plays up the act to lean on reader's shoulder. The daughter of a local club owner who is still coming to terms with her recent coming out.

Pauline/Belle [She/Her] - The ex head chef at the cafe. A hot headed cow woman with a soft spot for reader who's what keeps her crawling back to the city from her cozy new life on her farm

Robbie/Honey [They/Them] - A bumble bee who as their name implies is sweet as can be..... on the surface. Robbie is one of if not the most willing to beat others into submission for Reader. Their mother is the head of a massive company who gifted them the entire apartment complex they live in. Later moves Reader into one of them who pays next to nothing for rent

Trick [They/Them] - A tired Crow enjoying early retirement/hiatus from their work. Greatly enjoys relaxing with a cup of tea and gifting reader presents from the various regions they've traveled to over the years. Works as a teacher as a secondary occupation which slowly drains them as it reminds them of the empty nest they have at home

Asher/Prince [he/him] - Hyperactive Hyena boy ready and willing to throw hands for reader. Their kindness helped him get over his fear of humans after years of bullying for having a human parent and a shorter stature because of it, and being wrongfully arrested when attacked by bullies and choosing to fight back

Wisteria [She/Her] - Plant woman of unknown origin. Owns a flower shop not too far from the cafe and supplies it with bouquets for their displays which she uses to eavesdrop on reader. Soft spoken and formal

Doc [They/it] - Leech Hybrid med student. Extremely giggly and carefree. Always tries to give Reader check ups which certainly aren't ploys to obtain vials of their sweet, sweet blood. Has difficults walking on land and wears leg braces for the weak muscles in their legs

Scout/Bear [he/him] - Wolf hybrid. Doesn't like to talk much about himself, but lived with his grandmothers and dogs in the wilderness before they all passed away. Stoic and grouchy, but weak to soft praise and touches

The manager - A deer hybrid mentioned briefly in the Christmas special. Not much to them now, but I'd really like to use them eventually

[ejunkiet]

nsfw preferences: angel, sweetheart and babe

am I rereading old fics and thinking about the wolf pack bois and their mates? perhaps. nsfw thoughts under the cut, aka the cheat sheet of a writer who has written many smutty fics on this:

Angel likes it intense. angel and david are a perfect complement to each other: biting is something they negotiated early on, and angel likes to tease, to be manhandled, overpowered and pinned, flirting with the edge of too much.

Sweetheart likes to lose control. this can be through submission, rough sex -- they like it when they can just let go of it all, surrendering control to someone they trust, and just exist for a while. they also like to tease, and turn the table on milo - they're a badass investigator, after all. (I need to write more smut with these two...)

Babe likes to be in control, which is a dynamic that works great with Asher. he's another one that likes it when he is taken out of his head and can just exist in the moment. ash also knows when babe needs that too, and when babe surrenders control completely, it's even sweeter, an act of trust. also, they're both horny as heck, all the time.

[scribbleboxfox]

Crimson Days is upon us! And thus I humbly present my submission for @d2artevents

A progression of my Warlock, Striker, celebrating the holiday with Asher over the years :)

In order:

Their first Crimson Days date

The Crimson Days date they had a few years before the Pyramidion incident

Their last Crimson Days date

Striker "celebrating" the holiday this year

[peraltuki]

Asher to Lasko: from one submissive man to the other...

[crepesuzette2023]

Hello! A slightly different fic rec question if you don’t mind

Who are your fave authors and what do you think are their most underrated fics?

I don't mind at all; I think it's a wonderful ask! ('Most underrated' is both somewhat subjective and relative, of course. Still:)

@stonedlennon: ode to the silver beetles (A conversation between Jim and Mimi. A glass of milk, Mr. McCartney?)

@scurator: Un Interludio (everyone loves Pringo in "Where the Sailors Go," but what about John/ Ringo in Spain, '66...? That's right.)

@pauls1967moustache: When you kiss my lips, I'll get a thrill to my fingertips (Paul/Ringo during the first US Tour; John is busy with Cyn and Paul is overthinking, until...) • Still Mates (Paul/Peter Asher in '68) • Aninut (The Beatles deal with Brian's death).

@dailyhowl: I'm With You (John/Stu, early days, with letters & hot sex!) • Be It Fahrenheit or Centigrade (Paul/Stu) • Crawling to the Car (Paris; 1966. John, Brian, Paul, Maggie McGivern, original male character with dark furry thighs)

@pie-of-flames: In the Night Garden (John/Paul; they trip in '67 and there is no angst, only...sympathetic trees)

@eveepe: Drop Like A Stone (Jane/Linda is what we need; go mount some Margrittes, Paul)

@midchelle: Tell me all my love's in vain (Pattie/Maureen, 1964-1974)

@savageandwise: Red Light, Green Lights, Strawberry Wine (Paul/Linda/Denny in New Orleans, with J/P in the background; Linda POV)

@aquarianshift: On the Avenue (George/Bob Dylan) • How I Was Robert McNamara'd Into Submission (Paul/John/Cyn, sex pollen) • There Once Was a Band From the Sixties (Limericks; with @ilovedig)

@javelinbk: Fair's fair (1964, a helping hand after escalating press conference thigh groping; I hope this is an accurate summary...this one is actually very warm and sweet!)

@bluewater9: Secret Passages (The Lennon McCartney children find naughty homemade movies at Cavendish)

@beatlessideblog: What You See Is Me (I Need You Darlin' extra; Jim's view on John and Paul's bond)

I hope there is something new for you here!

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

Sleep.

percy ought to sleep 

piper needs to eep

leo should sleep 

nico needs to sleep 

thalia ought to eep

astro have better sleep

castellan should eep

apollo needs to sleep 

chase should sleep 

icarus needs to sleep 

mars should sleep 

nyx ought to eep

asher have better sleep

luke needs to eep

orion should eep

jason ought to eep

venus should sleep 

octavian ought to sleep 

grace needs to eep

jackson should eep

gem needs to sleep 

will have better eep

teal ought to sleep

[penncilkid]

At long last, it's finally time. Welcome to:

PK's Redacted Fic Final!

Because of the contents of some of the fics/discussions in the segment, I am asking minors to not interact. If anyone is interested in the SFW/non 18+ fics I was sent, feel free to shoot me an ask or something. Otherwise, for the respect (and safety) of the authors I included, skip this post. Now then, let's get into it (under the cut /lh).

Summary/Overview: In total, I received 49 fics for this final (absolutely wild! /pos) and ended up including 8 of them as part of the final product. Said final product is a fake radio segment with a speaker created for the sake of discussing these fics in a fun way. The audio form of the segment will be attached on this post along with a downloadable version of the transcript (Note: I will also be reblogging with a text version of the transcript very soon).

With that out of the way, I'd like to take a moment and personally tag/shoutout the writers who's fics I included directly. In order of their appearance in my final, we've got:

Stress Relief by K9rage [Gavin/Damien] // @calicostorms

Mutually Beneficial by FriendlyFaded [Imp!Darlin/Vega] // @friendlyfaded

Pack Bonding by Bratty_Telepath [Darlin/Milo] + [Asher/Darlin/Milo/David] // @bratty-telepath

"this chain will never end (but i'll fucking try)." by zozo_01 [Damien/Huxley] // @zozo-01

not a day goes by (that I'm not into you) by Autisticempathydaemon [DAMN Polycule] // @autisticempathydaemon

Practice Makes Perfect by domini_moonbeam [Asher/David] (primarily) // @dominimoonbeam

Spark and Bite: A Demon-Vamp Crossover Special by AngelicAether [Freelancer/Gavin/Lovely/Vincent] // @angelicaether

he's the fire in the sin (and i burn breathing him in) by dogboynextdoor [Gavin/FL] // @redactedgender

I managed to get through 30 of the 49 submitted before finalizing things for submission, but! I still plan on reading through the remaining submissions and scoring them on their cards/sheets (which I will make a second post about soon).

As previously mentioned, the focus on my project was dissecting the portrayal of queer masculinity as it appears in fanfiction. Majority of the final is me gushing over the fics with commentary woven in between, so I hope it's enjoyable for anyone who chooses to read and/or listen to it. Once again, thank you so so so much to anyone who submitted a fic, wrote any of the fics, or has supported me throughout the creation process at any point. You are amazing.

(Also apparently the audio file itself is too big </3 so linking it instead /lh):

[plaqying]

poll 6 - adam jessup

i actually can’t believe people signed up for him 😨 can’t judge i love blake, here are your nominees

@taelonsamada vs @themeridian

(no voting for yourself 👿)

taelonsamadas submission post

ashers submission post

may the no1 adam fan win!