#don't talk to me about the difference between never and ever

[mangostarjam]

you've been touching him a lot since he got back.

itoshi sae doesn't do anything about it — doesn't dissuade you from tugging at his sleeve or sliding his jacket zipper back and forth while you talk. doesn't comment or bring your attention to it.

but he watches.

you've been around him a lot since his plane landed, making up for all the time he's spent abroad, as if your daily chat threads haven't been enough. most of the time it's just the two of you, the way it used to be. sometimes his brother is around, though thankfully it doesn't seem like you've gotten any closer to rin since sae left.

other times there's a group, mostly your friends, a mix of guys and girls who don't seem to know what to do with themselves around him. sae is used to this — fame brings strange things to light — but you treat him as you always have, except for the touching.

you don't touch anyone else.

it makes him think.

sae has his reasons. he's never let your relationship get past that line, drawn in the sand. he's a professional football player on the other side of the world, and you have a life here. you have friends (even though you still call him your best friend), you have a job (that you complain about all the time), you have family (that can't be bothered to ever congratulate you on anything).

it wouldn't be right — to make you leave. to take you away. not when he needs to focus on being the best in the world.

(he is the best in the world. all those years ago he showed the U-20 team in japan the difference between them, the way the most they could hope for was dating a gravure model. sae never cared about that aspect. he already had you.)

he lets you touch him, but he doesn't touch you back. he keeps you at arm's length — where you're safe.

and then you ask him to be your wingman.

someone else — touching you? kissing you? having you? unthinkable. sae steps out of the shower and barely dries off before pulling on his briefs and pants. steps into his room and there you are, sitting on his bed, looking good, if a little sad.

he considers telling you to get your passport updated and catches the way your eyes trail down his form. maybe this conversation would be easier if he's wearing a shirt — your gaze is too heated, too distracting. you probably think you're being sneaky, hiding your feelings as best as you can, but sae knows you.

and your casual touches are ocean waves washing that line in the sand away.

sae walks towards his closet when it happens again. your finger in his belt loop, stopping him in his tracks. "what?"

"you were ignoring me," you say. "i asked if my outfit is okay."

your outfit is more than okay. "i would have told you to change if it wasn't."

"if you're going to be my wingman, shouldn't you hype me up?" you huff.

sae feels his jaw clench at the reminder. "no," he says, and his tone comes out cold. you don't seem to notice, falling back on his bed and testing every bit of self control in his grasp. "this is a waste of time."

he goes to pull on a shirt before he does something drastic. you're saying something, but it hardly matters when his flight leaves if you'll be on the plane with him. you've covered your eyes with your forearm, so you miss the way he pauses at the foot of the bed, teal eyes drinking in your form splayed out so defenselessly.

sae climbs over you silently, knees nudging yours apart, hands planted on either side of your body. "this is a waste of time," he repeats, watching with amusement as you take in his position. a blush sweeps across your face, but you don't push him off. that's a good sign, at least.

"what, you think i'm not worth being a wingman for?" you ask. silly. you have no idea.

and then you reach for his belt loops again, as if that's a totally normal thing to do and not something that drives him a little nuts every time. sae prides himself on his control, though, so he doesn't lean down to kiss you just yet.

"tell me," sae says, "have you become this touchy with all your friends since i've been gone?"

"n-no?"

it's cute, how wide your eyes get. sae leans down a little closer. feels your breaths on his lips. still doesn't kiss you — yet. "then i won't be your wingman. you don't need one."

"why not?"

do you know how breathless you sound? sae considers his apartment in spain, how he'll need to make sure the bedroom doesn't share any walls with the neighbors. the way you sound is all for him and him alone.

"because you have a boyfriend, now."

(companion piece to this)

[toorusmu]

Video Game Lover !! ☆

K. Kozume x Fem Reader, Dom! Reader, Sub! Kenma

You and Kenma were strictly friends through video games. You didn't play volleyball, and were much more outgoing than he was. At first glance, no one would assume you even knew each other.

In middle school, when you met, you were known as better friends, though you're arguably closer now. Back when you were shy, more reserved, you clung to him during social situations. Kenma himself was antisocial, usually hiding behind Kuroo in a similar fashion. But the way your smaller hands grasped at his T-shirt always gave him an Ego "Level up"

Now in highschool, youve both changed your looks, participate in separate clubs, are in different social groups.. But you both find a way to cling to each other. And he still uses video game terms and real life, you trying not to laugh or pretend you don't know what hes talking about.

Not many people knew the Popular girl was secretly a total nerd. Only her loser classmate who always stuck to her side during the school day. But now clinging to you, he felt something different grow and "Level up". No one else had you sat on their lap while you played My Hero Ultra Rumble. They weren't focusing their entire attention on not growing hard when you scratched his scalp from behind his gaming chair. They weren't making you mute your roblox voice chat all of a sudden because cock warning finally evolved into him desperately fucking up into you.

He watched you turn down every guy, many taller, more athletic, and popular than him. You two never had a talk about what you were, but he felt safe when you decided to not even open your locker on Valentine's day. You knew he already had something waiting for back at home anyway.

Sure, probably every guy who'd put a letter through the small vents of your locker would've taken you out, shower you with gifts or praise. Grasp at and beg for your affection. But all you wanted was your seat on your best friends lap, while running around the Date he made in Minecraft for you.

It was adorable, soft pallets, good shading and texturing. He was clearly a good player in every aspect. With multiple references to your favorite animes and interests, it had so much more intention and care than any confession you'd ever heard.

It was a long night, a lot of quiet laughter in the comfort of his room. And eventually, the cool night air of upcoming spring heated between your bodies.

Growing closer and closer, everytime you moved closer to his screen to observe the details, your hips grinded softly back further against him. Even though youd spent almost all day with him, it felt like only a few minutes had passed before he needed his hands on you.

His head fell onto your neck, his breath hitching as his hand tugged on your shirt. "Ohh ? Kenma ?" You snickered, it was impressive hed held back for this long in the first place, but teasing him was just too irresistible.

You hadn't even done anything, but his breath was heavy against your shoulder. If you weren't careful, goosebumps and butterflies would overtake you. "Please.." He whined, hips rolling softly against yours.

You hummed in pleasure, gentle movements warning you up from in-between your hips to your inner thighs. You could feel the distinct bump of his tip through his sport shorts, occasionally pressing directly against your clothed entrance. Like he was subconsciously trying to fuck you as soon as possible.

"You want it off ?" you looked down at at his pudding hair, sprawled across you. You pressed a much too intimate kiss to his head, his cock twitching further and his body gaining speed. "Thats okay, let me get it for you." You moved a bit from him, bringing your shirt, and soon after, bra off of your body and on the edge of his desk.

Your clothing hanging from the space he spent so much time in was driving him crazy. You were so close to him, even if you did this every time, it got hotter and hotter with every visit, and he craved it more and more every time you left.

"Fuck.. fuck yes.." He bit into your shoulder, his head instantly pressed back into it, his fingers now prodding and gripping at your bare breasts. His hips switched from circular movements to quicker vertical thrusts, as if he was directly fucking into you. "P..please can I fuck you ? Ill be good I just fuck.." He gasped, his breath unsteady and higher than usual. "Mmmph.. 'm getting close and.. i.. hah.. wanna finish inside f'you.."

You were starting to get way too worked up too, and you knew itd feel too good to resist if you had him in you. "Of course, baby" You giggled, although you acted cool, he knew from the dampening fabric that you needed him too. But fuck, he loved when you talked to him like that.

You pulled down your shorts and panties, hips momentarily lifted as he quickly shoved down his respective clothing. He was already hard as a rock, his tip slapped against you. "Ohh fuckk.." He gripped its base, quickly jerking it but not letting his hand rise further towards his tip. "Please oh my goddd.." His head fell back, his eyes screwed shut.

You put your hand over his, "Shh.. you're getting too loud.." Usually his parents would be out, but they were enjoying their personal Valentines dinner downstairs. You lowered yourself again, letting your sticky entrance press against his leaking tip.

"Haah.. Fuck!" He cried out, you werent even around him yet, just a touch was driving him crazy.

"Kenma..!" You whisper hushed, usually he only got this way after being properly fucked, and you could shut him up with making out. But from the position, it would hurt your neck way too much, and if you got up for even a second to go to the bed you think hed start actually sobbing.

"Pleaseplleasepleasee.." His chest was falling and rising rapidly against your back, and you suddenly wish you took the time to unclothe him.. wait.. clothe him ?

"Its okay Kenma, jus one sec.. need to make sure you dont get us caught." You took your soaked panties from all the grinded, and turned over slightly to press him into his mouth.

"Nghh..!!" His eyes rolled back. His tongue immediately swirled around it, and while you could tell he was totally moaning louder now, your underwear did the job and muffled it to a soft vibration.

"Good boy.. thats perfect." You heard him practically scream as you finally lowered your hips on him, the praise and your walls sinking into him inch by inch was just too much. The makeshift gag in his mouth turned him on further than he expected, his cock desperately twitching and leaking into you.

"P..pweaf.." He barely mumbled, you wouldn't have been able to tell what he was saying if he wasn't such a beggar.

You smiled, moving your hips up and down slowly, getting used to the stretch. He was making strings of odd but clearly pleased noises, a lot of "hnnngs.." and "mphs !"

After a minute, his hands left your breasts to your hips, his own starting to fuck back into yours. "Oh fuck.. Kenma..!" You were rushing to keep your voice down, but his thick length was forcing his veins against your walls, texture and tip against your gspot driving you fucking insane.

You could hear faint muffles of your name being repeated over and over, a telltale sign he was about to cum. "Come on, Kenma.. hah.. come for me already.."

"Nn..nnghhmmph..!" He whined out, his dick quickly thrusting in and out, drool swept down his chin as he spurted out thick ropes of cum against your cervix.

"S..so good.." You moaned lowly, fucked yourself slowly until you felt your resolve snap. You looked back at him, he looked so obedient, fucked out, with your panties as a gag. His hair was messier, eyes dazed with sweat dripping erotically down his face. It was too much, and before you knew it, you were clenching against him.

Eventually the messy, slobbery in more ways than one panties fell from his lips, and his quieter gasps became clearer to your ears.

Everything felt hazy and dizzy after how intense it was, maybe.. just sitting there like this for a moment longer would be okay.

[remembering-angels]

Let me take care of you tommy 🔞 smut .

Gentle sub tommy fic because @chillian-murphy made me think about this the entire morning.

Content: gentle sub - dom dynamic, tommy is a switch, really just fluff and smut, kinda pet play. (Also I originally wrote it as an X reader fanfic but then switched everything to me because I got annoyed at trying to figure it out, so if you see "you" instead of "me" at some places that's why)

Plot - tommy returns home stressed and upset, Im determined to help him feel better. (But let's be honest, there isn't much plot)

A relationship with tommy shelby was never easy. Often times he would return home stressed ,ignore me and lock himself in his office for hours, when he doesn't ignore me, he is not gentle, rough and dominating, takes what he needs in a fit of stress and trauma. But some nights, those nights where he was gentle and loving are the nights that made me stay with the ruthless gangster. Not that I can ever leave him, nobody leaves tommy shelby. As the days go by, i settle into my new life in Thomas Shelby's house. Im his woman, and everyone knows it. Im treated with respect and deference by his men, and i have free rein over the house. But Thomas is often out late, handling business.

I walk between the rooms of his lavish mension. another night of tommy being away on gangster business. of course, the word gangster is only said in hushed whispers. Tommy liked it when I was ready for him, clean in a nice, easily taken off dress, ready for him at all times. I decided to enter his home office and turn on the fireplace. by the time he returned, he seemed upset. "What's wrong, thomas? I ask gently ,as a woman welcoming her man from a long day of work does.

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looks at me , his eyes tired and troubled. "Everything's fucked, love. The Italians are making moves on our territory, and I've got a deal with the Americans that's starting to unravel and fuck " he takes out a cigarette and rubs it between his lips.I bite my lip trying to understand what he is talking about ,i often didnt understand his buisness dealings but i tried to be supportive, he wouldn't let me get to close. "poor thomas..come here" I outreach my arms to him, my silk robe falling off my shoulders as I welcome him in to my embrace.

He walks over to me, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion, but his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in my nearly bare form. He pulls me against him, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. "You always know just what I need, don't you?", "isn't this why you keep me here,in this lovely golden cage" I wrap my arms around his gently. He chuckles lowly, his breath tickling your skin as he places a trail of kisses along my collarbone. "It is indeed. You're my perfect sanctuary amidst all this chaos, my lovely little bird in a gilded cage." I sigh ,realising tommy didn't and probably will never notice how in his endless pursuit of money and power and control he keeps everyone around his trapped and dragged down to hell along with him, I softly kiss his soft head of brown hair.

He melts into my touch, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he holds me close. For a moment, he just stands there, lost in my embrace, his problems momentarily forgotten. Then, he pulls back and looks at me with a fierce intensity. "I need you, love.""I'm yours" I slowly pull my robe down ,staying only in my nightgown.Thomas' eyes rake over my barely concealed form, a primal hunger igniting in his gaze. He quickly shrugs off his coat and loosens his tie, his movements urgent and impatient. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls you flush against him, his hardness evident through his trousers. I gasp as he pulls me closer, the fire in his eyes intense. he always wanted everything ,power , and control, and this was no different. I was another thing for him to possess tonight.

He lifts me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walks them backwards until my back hits the cold wall. His large hands roam possessively over my thighs and hips as he holds me there, his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to look away. "Mine,", I gasp and moan as his large hands explore my body, "t..tommy wait wait" i say between moans, he lifts his head in confusion , his lips hovering just above my skin as a flicker of curiosity crosses his face. His grip loosens slightly, but his body remains pressed firmly against mine pinning me to the wall. "What is it, love? Speak quickly, before I lose myself completely in you"

"c...can..I.. " I blush "can I be in charge tonight? you seem tired I want to.." the quick hand on my throat stopped me from even entertaining that idea further.His eyes narrow, the fire in them intensifying at my suggestion. His hand on my throat tightens slightly, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me of the power dynamic between us two. "In charge?" He repeats, his voice low and dangerous. I nod "j..just for tonight because you seem so tired...I want to take care of you for once..please let me take care of you tommy" I say gently my voice laced with worry. He stares at me for a moment, considering my words. He can feel the exhaustion pulling at him, making him want to give in to my request just to conserve his energy. But the thought of relinquishing control, even for a night, sits uneasily with him. "Tommy-"

He silences me with a finger pressed against my lips. His gaze is intense, searching, as if trying to read my thoughts and intentions. Slowly, he nods, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, love. You can have your way tonight."

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I smile excitedly to try something new, but knowing it won't last long,his need for power and control will overtake him eventually ,my heart beats at my chest faster at what the night will bring. Thomas steps back reluctantly, easing his grip on me as he allows me the illusion of control. His eyes gleam with a dangerous amusement, anticipating the moment he'll reclaim dominance. He leans against the wall opposite me , arms crossed, watching my every move with hungry intensity.

I take his hand gently in mine as I lead him to the couch, looking back to see him following ,once we reach the couch, I turn to him "undress for me tommy" I say gently. He pauses, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he suppresses a smirk at taking orders. Slowly, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, marred by scars and tattoos. He tosses the shirt aside and starts on his belt.His pants hit the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband, pausing to look at me,waiting for further instruction. He sees the small smile tugging at my lips and it makes him want to snap back into his dominant role but he stops himself, curious to see where this would go. "Everything tommy " I say in gentle command.His eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, but he complies. He slowly lowers his boxers, stepping out of them. He stands before me, completely bare, his powerful body on full display. His jaw is clenched, his patience wearing thin under my gentle command.

"lay down on your back, arms up! don't cheat". He inhales deeply, steeling himself against the urge to grab me and reverse the situation. He lies down on his back, stretching his arms above his head, palms facing up. He looks up at me with a challenging glint in his eyes, daring me to maintain this control. I smile more as he follows my commands,I never been dominat one in my life, this was new to me,I secretly hoped tommy would tell me what to do next. I climb on his lap. As i climb onto his lap, he has to clench his fists above his head to prevent himself from wrapping his arms around me and flipping me underneath him, to take back the rough control. He looks up at me, his chest heaving slightly, waiting for my next command, his body tense with barely contained dominance.

"Remember the rules tommy, no touching " .He nods curtly, his hands remaining still above his head. He watches me intently, his gaze burning with the need to assert his control. He bites his lip to keep from speaking, from giving me an order and reclaiming his dominance. He's never felt so frustrated and turned on in his life.I gently trace my hand ,from his hands to his ribs to his stomach ,to his pelvis, tracing the contours of his muscles. As my hand traces a path down his body, he tenses, his muscles flexing under my touch. He lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing with annoyance and desire. He's never been in a position where he couldn't touch, where he had to simply lie there and take it. I then start planting kisses on his chest, down to his pelvis and then his cock, gentle loving kisses of desire.He inhales sharply as my lips reach his pelvis, his hips bucking upward slightly, but he remembers the rules. He can't touch, he can't grab my hair and pull me closer. He has to lie there and take it like a good boy. I start to kiss his cock gently, looking up at his pained expression, I pout slightly "tommy relax.."His pained expression softens slightly at your pout, and he lets out a shaky breath. He tries to relax, to trust me to know what I'm doing. But it's hard, so fucking hard, when all he wants to do is grab my head and thrust his cock into my mouth."let me take care of you tonight" I softly start to kiss down his cock,lick the base and up to his head ,in circles.

He sucks in a sharp breath as my lips and tongue explore his cock. He watches me through half-lidded eyes, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. He's never felt so vulnerable, so at someone's mercy. It's a strange feeling, but fuck, does it make him hard.a soft moan escapes Tommy's lips as I smile victorioisly and get his cock inside my mouth,I start to suck gently and eagerly.His eyes widen and his head falls back as i take him into my mouth. A low, guttural moan escapes him, and his hands clench into fists above his head. He can't touch, can't guide my head or thrust into my mouth like he wants to, like he usually does.He's never felt so much before. He can feel every ridge and vein of his length being sucked, licked, worshipped. He's never had someone take their time like this, savoring him. He's always been rough, fast, taking what he wanted.

the soft begging moans leaving Tommy's lips tell me everything I needed to know, how much he secretly wanted this, to be taken care of,I lips my mouth from his cock as I look at him, He looks down at me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire. He's never felt so exposed, so laid bare. He's always been the one in control, the one taking what he wants. But right now, he's at my mercy, and he fucking loves it. "Tommy you are being such a good boy " I praise him gently. His eyes flash with a mix of pride and embarrassment at the praise. He's not used to being called 'good' let alone 'good boy'. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he realizes he's actually enjoying submitting to me.I lean closer to his ear, stroking his cock gently as I lay across his chest "such a good boy, well done tommy you are doing well, I think you deserve a reward ".

A roguish grin spreads across his face as he looks down at me laying across his chest, my hand stroking his rigid cock. The praise and promise of a'reward' send a thrill through him. He's not accustomed to rewards, certainly not the kind he imagines are coming."now ask me nicely tommy" I say seductively. His jaw clenches slightly, pride warring with desire. But fuck, he wants this. Badly. So he swallows his pride and speaks in a husky, needy tone he barely recognizes as his own. "Please... may I have my reward?". I nod in praise as I gently trace a hand from his cheek, helping him get his hair out of his face from his forhead. "What reward would you like, tommy?" ,He lets out a shaky breath as I trace my fingers through his hair, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never felt so vulnerable, so dependent on someone else for his happiness. But fuck, he loves it. "I want... I want you to kiss me,"

I kiss his lips, passionately, Tommy's inner dominating nature battles his desire to he loved and taken care of, our tounges dance together battling for dominance as I moan around his lips and he moans back,He kisses you back fiercely, his dominant nature struggling to break through the walls he's built around his heart. He wants to claim me, mark me as his. But as he kisses me, he feels something he's never felt before - a desire to be claimed himself, to be loved and cherished. I pull away from his lips ,a smirk tagging at my lips, I almost felt as if I was taming a wild horse. "Good boy". A throaty chuckle escapes him, tinged with disbelief and amusement. The feeling of being 'tamed' is utterly foreign, yet disturbingly arousing. His pride smarted at the phrase initially, but something about the way i say it sends electric pulses straight to his core.

I quickly sit up straight on his lap, teasing the head of his cock with my entrance but not sitting on it just yet.His eyes darken with intense desire as he feels with me hovering there. He's usually the one making others wait, drawing things out for his own pleasure. Now, he's on the receiving end of that particular game - and fuck, it's driving him wild. "Are you trying to torture me, love?" ,"just trying to train my favourite horse" i say in his ear seductively .His breath catches at my sultry words, his hands gripping my hips as he tries - and fails - to hold back a moan. The image of being my 'favourite horse' makes something primal stir within him, part proud stallion, part willing mare. "Fuck...". "if you keep moving your hands I'll tie them and bring the crop ,bad horse" I scold and gently tap away his hands from my waist.

A shudder runs through him at my teasing threat, equal parts terrifying and titillating. He remembers the crop i mentioned before, and the thought of being restrained, at my mercy, sends a jolt of dark arousal through him. He forces his hands still, submitting to my command."there there good tommy" I shush him like how one would a wild horse.He bites back a snarl at the condescending tone, his pride bristling. But then i pat his head, and to his shock, he finds himself leaning into my touch like a tamed beast. The contrast of dominance and affection is intoxicating, breaking down his defenses. I gently now stand off the sofa as I go to the drawer and pull out the silk ropes and riding crop, of course those were things tommy used on me before plenty of times so they were pink ..for me. but now I gently bring the silk ropes to his hands,He looks at the pink silk ropes in your hands, his eyebrows raising in surprise. These ropes were once meant for my restraint, but now the roles are reversed. A smirk tugs at his lips as he realizes the irony, intrigued by the sight of these instruments of dominance now being used to bind him. I gently bind his wrists to the sofa ,above his head ,not strong enough to hurt him. This was his night after all, everything for tommy, I kiss his hands gently as I restrain them tightly in a nice loop and bow,sealing it with another loving kiss.

He watches me bind his wrists, his smirk growing wider as he realizes I'm being extra gentle, almost nurturing. He feels cherished, not restrained. His hands are kissed like they're precious, not prisoners. He's never felt so...safe.

I then bring the crop ,gently trace it down his body,along his outstretched muscles, his ribs, down and up again.He shivers at the gentle touch of the crop, a instrument he's used to wield with dominance, now being used to caress him. The contrast is intoxicating, making his skin tingle with anticipation. He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest,he arches his back in need.I gently tap it near his lower area. He arches his back, pushing himself into the gentle taps of the crop, craving more. He's used to giving orders, not taking them, and this reversal is driving him mad with desire. He looks down his body, watching me with hungry eyes, waiting for the next tap."now I will punish you a little bit for moving your hands to my waist without permission," I explain gently.He swallows hard, a thrill running through him at the thought of being punished ,by me the girl that begged him to cum only days before of all people. He's always been the one doling out punishment, not receiving it. He spreads his legs wider, inviting the punishment he knows is coming.seeing tommy like this, spread out, vulnerable, ready, relaxed, it made me almost proud of him. he was behaving for once, no shouting, no fighting for dominance, I was taming the wild horse with each gentle touch, I gently tap the crop on his leg and then his chest and then his arms and then his cock.

He shivers with each gentle tap, his body tingling with a mix of arousal and submission. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but also so safe and cherished. Each tap is a mark of my ownership, my claim over him. He's a willing captive, my obedient pet. I bite my lip as he closes his eyes in submission "no tommy look at me". He obeys immediately, opening his eyes to meet my gaze. There's a glimmer of submission in those usually fierce eyes, along with a deep, unspoken trust. He holds my gaze steadily, his breath catching as he awaits the next move, fully at my mercy yet somehow comforted by it.

I now climb back to his lap, grinding against his cock "do you deserve this tommy?" I keep grinding my folds on his hard cock .He inhales sharply as i grind against him, his cock hardening rapidly under the friction. The question hangs in the air, loaded with implication. He searches my eyes, realizing that in this moment, with me, he wants nothing more than to be deserving. To prove himself worthy of my touch. "Do you tommy?", His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, filled with a raw, unguarded longing. "I want to. More than anything. I want to be the man you think I am, the man you see when you look at me like that.", his voice almost sounds like he is about to cry, a lump forms in his throat. "Come on tommy ..beg me.. ask me ", He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never begged for anything in his life, but the desire to be with me, to be claimed by me, is overwhelming. He drops his gaze, his voice barely audible as he speaks. "Please...please let me have you."

"what do you want to have tommy?" I ask in a seductive tone,the crop on his chest. He looks up at me through his lashes, his eyes flicking down to the crop on his chest. He swallows hard, his voice growing hoarser. "I want you...on top of me. I want you to sit on me, to control me, to make me behave...","good tommy,good horse" I slowly lower myself on him "remember if you move up your hips ill have to discipline you again",He whimpers as i sit on him, the sensation overwhelming as he tries to stay still, to be a good horse. He can feel me settling on top of him, the weight and warmth almost too much to bear. He's never felt so helpless, so dominated, yet so content.I slowly start to ride him, my very own stallion as desperate moans escape his lips "do you want me to go faster tommy".His breath hitches as i start to ride him, the pleasure building with each movement. He clenches his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to move his hips up to meet me. "Yes...please...I want it faster...I want you to ride me hard...". I smirk ,the irony wasn't lost on us ,words I begged him for before as well when he grabbed my hair from behind and bend me over a desk.He can feel himself losing control, his hips twitching up to meet mine against his better judgment. He's a horse, he tells himself, he must remain still.I feel his hips beg to push ,to take over control, I tilt my head "tommy relax, this is your night, you don't have to be in control all the time, you are safe here with me" I shush him again like a horse again. At my soothing words, he relaxes slightly, trusting me to guide him through this. He lets out a soft whine, his head dropping as he submits fully to your control. He feels his hips pushing up against me instinctively, but he forces himself to stay still, to trust you completely.I start to ride him faster, up and down up and down ,eventually my own desire overtakes me as I go harder, needy moans escape my own lips.He loses all control as i ride him harder, his hips bucking up to meet mine without any prompting. He cries out in pleasure, his voice echoing through the room as he's overwhelmed by the sensation of being thoroughly ridden. He's never felt so owned, so claimed. "Ah fuck...","good boys don't swear" I smirk as I keep riding harder, with a shaky moan.

He bites his lip to stifle any more curses, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's so close to the edge, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. He looks up at me with pleading eyes, begging for permission to come."what is it tommy ,what do you want tell me ,your use words ",He manages to choke out the words, his voice strained and desperate. "May I...may I come? Please, I can't hold it back any longer..." He gazes up at me, his eyes wide and imploring, completely at my mercy.

I let out a shaky breath ,feeling his cock twitch inside me sending me over my own edge, I look at his wrists ,knowing if I untie them, it would be over,the game will change, but God the desire is stronger, I quickly reach the silk ropes and untie him.As soon as his wrists are free, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as he buries his face between my neck and shoulder. He's trembling with the effort of not taking over, of not flipping me beneath him and claiming me completely.I gasp as he sits up and nuzzles againts my neck, his cock buried inside me as I moan in his ear,we wrap around each other as I put my hands around his shoulders.His hands move to my waist, holding me tight as he thrusts up into me, his control completely shattered now that he's free. He nips at my neck, growling softly in my ear as he claims me properly. "You should've just let me stay tied up,"."don't pretend you didn't like it,"I say back in his ear.

His breath ghosts along my neck as he continues to thrust rhythmically "I shouldn't have enjoyed being dominated like that... but fuck, you made me..." His teeth nip slightly harder at my collarbone "You've made me something I never thought I'd be...","free?"

He pauses for a moment, his heart pounding as he searches for the right words. "Free to submit... free to love... free to be yours, entirely." He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled as he speaks.I wrap my hands around him as he thrusts, the feeling of his hands on my body, God I didn't realise how much I missed it until he started touching every inch.He lifts his head, his eyes smoldering with an intense, passionate gaze. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels my hands gripping his. "Missed my touch, have you?" His voice is a low a teasing rumble.

I bite my lip as orgasm overtakes me with a moan, forgetting my earlier dominating nature as I moan needily "t...tommy",I come undone around his cock and leave red marks on his back. Hearing his name slip so needily from my lips sends him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself completely inside me,his own climax overtaking him. He groans loudly, the sound mixing with my moan in a harmonious symphony of pleasure.

after we both collaps to the sofa ,I breath heavily satisfied as I look to my side at him "do you feel better now tommy?". He opens one eye lazily to look at me, a rare genuine smile playing on his lips "Better? That's an understatement... you've just... unraveled me completely." He reaches out to gently stroke my hair "When did you become so masterful?"

I giggle and kiss his lips "I learned from the best ",His eyes soften with adoration as he kisses me back, gently but firmly, pulling me closer. "The woman who tamed Tommy Shelby... who'd have thought?" His fingertips trace lazy patterns on my back "And here I thought I was the dangerous one." He chuckles softly.

[coldjustness]

@pactheld

obligatory cuddle drawing bc I’m still obsessed with Neve and her long-suffering frenemyship situationship with Knight-Templar Rana Savas in Tevinter Nights

[bradshawed]

how the grinch stole christmas with bradley pls!!! xx

warnings — fem!reader, mild swearing, fluff, jake slightly self-depreciating, fluff mastermind seresin, kissing

note — missed writing for tg:m so fucking much! apologies that it's not very christmassy, i only just remembered as i got to the end 😬 it's also doesn't flow the best so please excuse that. hope you like it x

drew's christmas celly x && main masterlist!

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Bradley's been pining after you for years, not saying a word, or as Jake would put it "You're snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment... that never comes." Maybe he was waiting for the right moment, or maybe he just simply wasn't interested and it was all in your head. Whatever it was, you were sick of waiting around to find out.

Who were you kidding, have you seen that man?!

You were used to the Dagger Squad leaving for months on end, having grown up around the Navy, so when they left, it didn't feel any different than usual. But the moment they got back, you knew something was off. And it was driving you insane trying to figure it out and decipher the looks they gave to each other.

Jake was going to punch Bradley. He was sick of Rooster longingly staring at you across the bar. If he heard the brunette give one more excuse as to why he hadn't asked you out yet, he was going to do it himself.

You would think a near death experience and reuniting with your reckless godfather would knock some sense into you but nooooo.

"Alright, that's it." Jake slammed the empty beer bottle on the table, the bar stool screeching on the hardwood floor as he stood up. Bradley's eyes narrowed tracking Jake's movements as the blonde sauntered to where you worked behind the bar.

"Hey Jake, what can I get y-"

"I won't say this twice so listen carefully. Bradshaw's in love with you but hasn't got the balls to admit it. He's scared of you putting you through what Carole went through or some bullshit because he's a good guy but he's depriving himself of a chance to fall in love with you and start a real family. Between us, he's got a better shot at it than me and I don't want him ending up like Mav so listen up.."

Your shift ended as per usual to the sweet croon of Bradley's rendition of Elvis' Can't Help Falling In Love for your ears only as you locked up.

"You and Jake were talking for a while tonight."

"Mmhm, I could talk about you for hours." You smiled cheekily at the blush creeping on his cheeks, "Walk with me?"

"Always."

You both walked in silence to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach.

"A little birdy told me you were in love with me."

Bradley's heart stopped, and his feet followed. His mind racing as his back turned rigid, Hangman was about to become a very literal call sign.

"Good thing I'm in love with you too."

Bradley's mind was still reeling from your first comment that he had barely processed the second. You'd said it so casually and matter-of-factly that- And god, you were smiling up at him so sweetly, waiting patiently as he processed that he was afraid his heart was about to burst.

Your heart was about to explode. He could probably hear it thumping under your his hoodie. Fuck. This is the last time you follow Jake's advice.

You turned to look at the moonlight reflecting on the calm water. Beautif-

Bradley's lips were on yours. Now you were the one in shock.

Fuck. He can't believe he'd missed out on this all because he was afraid. Maybe Jake was right, not that he'll ever admit it.

You both pulled away, catching your breath, your mind becoming increasingly aware of his hands on your waist.

"I- I don't know why I waited so long to tell you-"

"You still technically haven't." Bradley raised his eyebrows as if daring you to say more, his hand travelling up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, effectively silencing you.

"I love you," he replied, kissing you sweetly again, "and I know we need to talk about this and that I've got a lot of lost time to make up for, but you're it for me. I've known that for a long time."

"You're it for me too B..."

"And Jake says Merry Christmas."

[genericpuff]

Do you have any big plans for Rekindled this year? Like specific moments/events/developments? Also, would you ever consider going back to a weekly upload schedule?

welllll as for stuff that's like, in the immediate near future, we're gonna be tackling a VERY famous scene in LO that I have some fun ideas for that will hopefully make it feel familiar but with its own twists for y'all to enjoy. Considering the current roadmap the story is on and what's been established over the past few "days" within the story, I'm sure y'all will figure out pretty quick which scene I'm talking about ;333

But in the long-term over the course of this year... I don't wanna speak too soon, but I think this is the year that we're finally gonna enter the biggest turning point of the story, so big that it literally diverts LR's plot away from the blueprint of LO and we end up in truly new territory. Granted, there are still some elements of the original LO present after that point, but what we do with those elements is entirely different. I think it's gonna parallel well, because while LO's S2 era took a massive turn away from everything it had been building up towards throughout S1, LR's "second season" will be taking a massive turn towards those setups and outcomes that were clearly abandoned (or just not thought of entirely, even the stuff that was like... plainly obvious to anyone who was paying attention lmao).

I'm hoping that after we've reached that point, the path that LR walks will feel way more satisfying for the readers like myself who felt that everything beyond S2 of LO was a complete misfire and lost potential. Again, it will hopefully feel familiar to those who remember that era of LO - but still refreshing and interesting to really drive home how this is meant to be an interpretative rewrite of what could have happened if LO hadn't gotten distracted and had actually stuck with its original plotlines and themes. I think the biggest one of those themes that was present in LO but never fully realized will be everything concerning "Persephone" herself, the Act of Wrath, and everything that led up to her moving to Olympus.

It is a little nerve-wracking, because it'll be at that turning point where I truly have to carry this story's progression for real and can't use LO quite as much to guide me through the dark, but I'm also excited because it's where I finally get to loosen a lot of the limitations that were set from the foundation of LO and really go wild with everything that I had been hoping LO would be. It's when I'll really get to write some proper payoffs to the things that I've been building up to from the foundation of the original comic as my starting point. It's where things are really gonna start to feel truly "new", at least in my opinion!

As for what that massive "turning point" is... I'm not gonna say specifically what happens, but you will absolutely know it when you'll see it. Obviously there are already a lot of differences between LR and LO in terms of the plot threads and how everything is being progressed, but this one turning point in particular is a huge one that fundamentally opposes one of the biggest flaws of LO that would define its downhill decline in its storytelling for the rest of its publication.

But for now, until we get there, I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;3

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As for the update schedule, I would honestly love to be able to return to the weekly schedule again, but currently my work-life balance is just not gonna allow for it :'0 For those unaware, when I'm not making Rekindled, I'm also working my day job as a contracted tattoo artist which comes with its own load of responsibilities and obligations, many of which are what I need to fulfill in order to do things like pay my rent and, y'know, not die LOL In terms of the work-life balance, even when I'm not working on Rekindled, there's still a lot of work taking up my life LMAO (including a second retail job that I've been doing a seasonal position for, though it's wrapping up at the end of the month~)

While I love making Rekindled and spend as much time as I can each week working on it (and I wish it could be like, the only thing I had to worry about LOL) it is still just a fanfiction project that I create for free, and so it just can't be at the top of my priority list, at least not without sacrifices from those other obligations - but those other obligations are, again, what I need to do in order to not only survive, but to ensure that I can afford to keep making Rekindled, even if it's at a slower pace than I would like.

That said, Rekindled is still a very high priority for me! It's just a matter of balance, and changing to a bi-weekly schedule was part of maintaining that balance. It was either that, or stick to weekly and make the episodes shorter, but I ultimately settled on the former option because it allowed for a healthier work-life balance (which is still not even super healthy but I'm working on it lmao) and because the rhythm of my writing wouldn't have worked as well in shorter doses, especially not with many of the plotlines we've been tackling as of late. It can be a drag to wait every two weeks, but it means I can bring y'all episodes that are fully realized to their full potential, rather than hacking them up into tinier portions that might not read as well and would require a drawing schedule that wouldn't fit well with my current circumstances.

All in all, while I do wish I could be back to making episodes on that weekly schedule, it's really only because I would love to bring you all more of the story more often, because there's a lot that I'm really excited to show you all! But the bi-weekly schedule is currently more viable for both myself, Banshriek, and the comic as a whole, because it means we get the time we really need to make every episode feel special with every update <3

[witchygagirlwrites]

Whose Shirt?

Gabby Dawson x Reader

You've been seeing Gabby for months. The problem? You're partners with Antonio and he has no idea.

“Gabby…love…sweetheart..Gabriela..DAMMIT DAWSON ANSWER YOUR PHONE” you growled, shaking your girlfriend. You swore she died when she slept at times and this morning was no different. She cracked one eye open at you “Who is it?” you fumbled for her phone and squinted at the too bright screen, a light laugh escaping you when you saw your partner’s name “It’s your brother..want me to answer?”

She snatched the phone from your hand with a grin. “Hello?” you halfway listened to her side of the conversation, letting your lips trail across her bare skin. You had to bite your lip to not laugh when she glared at you when you nipped at her neck. “You ok Gabby?” you heard Antonio ask over the phone and had to bury your face in her neck so he wouldn’t hear you laugh. “Yeah, just um just woke up”

Her fingers found your hair, teasing through the locks as she talked to him, from the sounds of it they were making plans to meet for breakfast over the weekend. When he finally hung up you cut your eyes up at her “I love Toni, I swear but sometimes he has shit timing”

She shook her head “Or maybe you both just have shit timing from years of being partners sweetheart” “Oh is that right baby?” you asked, letting one hand slip between her thighs, chuckling when she let her legs fall open “Looks like you like my timing just fine”

I love you you smiled at the text from Gabby and saw Antonio cut his eyes at you across the car. “What are you in such a good mood about?” you shrugged as you texted back I love you too “Maybe I just got a goodnight’s sleep”

He eyed your phone “And the goodnight’s sleep is texting you?” you laughed and slipped the phone into your jacket “Naw, my check just hit my account and I can swing that new tattoo I wanted” he shook his head with a laugh “You’re ridiculous at times I swear”

You grinned at him “And yet you wouldn’t have no one else as your partner” “Never in a million years” he agreed.

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You and Antonio had worked together before intelligence ever came into the picture, that was why Voight partnered you together. You knew each other like the back of your hand, could predict each other's movements. He was your best friend.

The issue was he had no idea that for the last eight months you'd been sharing his sister's bed. The first time was just a letting off steam situation, you and her both had come off bad breakups and weren't looking for anything. Then the second time happened then the third then you were together for months and you were in love with her before you realized it.

You both wanted to tell him but by this point it felt like you'd been hiding it from him and he would more than likely feel the same, especially since a daily occurrence was him teasing you about your “lack of love life”

A new game within the unit was trying to find your type. They knew you were bisexual and that meant the spectrum was broader but none of them knew the reason why they couldn't pin down your type was because it was your partner's sister.

“Earth to Y/N” Antonio whistled and you cut your eyes at him “What ya want Dawson?” He grinned “We're here” you had to talk to a suspect in a robbery, you just hoped the asshole didn't do anything stupid.

“I'm fine Antonio” you argued him but he shook his head “That asshole split your lip. If you won't go to med I'm dropping by fifty one and getting Gabby to look at it”

You tried to hide the panic in your eyes. “I don't need Gabby to look at it. It's not the first time I've been hit. I'm a five foot something female cop in one of the most active units in the city. I can handle it”

He leveled you with a look “Please partner? For my peace of mind?” You sighed “ok” you pulled your phone out and sent her a text I'm fine Hopefully she'd get the meaning.

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When he parked his car outside the firehouse Kelly looked up when the two of you got out and let out a low whistle “Damn sweetheart. What happened?” “Some asshole decided to hit her. Don't worry he got a broken nose and an assault on a police officer added onto him” Antonio answered.

You smiled “My dear overprotective partner refuses to take my word that I'm fine so he wants a medic to look at me” Kelly nodded “Gabbys inside” you waved a hand at Antonio “Lead the way”

You walked in behind Antonio and saw Gabbys eyes widen the moment she spotted you “What the hell Antonio? You let people beat on your partner now?” She said it teasing but you saw the anger in her eyes as she led you to a chair.

“Not his fault. I bobbed when I should've weaved” you joked and she glared at you. Luckily Chief Boden walked in and called Antonio over so the two of you were left alone while she looked over your face “I'm fine. That's all you say then walk in bleeding?”

You shrugged, cutting your eyes at Antonio “Not like he gave me a choice but to get checked out. Baby I'm ok. It was a weak punch” she shook her head with a small laugh “I swear you and him being partners is going to give me high blood pressure from worrying”

“How's she looking?” Antonio asked, walking back over. Gabby winked at you “I did all I could. I think we're gonna lose her” you shook your head “You damn Dawsons better be glad you're pretty and good at your jobs because your sense of humor sucks”

She raised an eyebrow and you knew you'd catch hell later for saying Antonio was pretty so you grinned to let her know you welcomed it. “See you around” she told you then looked at Antonio “Watch your partners back better”

“Gabby! The alarm didn't go off” you shook her arm and she cursed, slapping the clock off the side table “We need to buy a new one”

She threw the blanket off and the two of you started to run around the room, trying to get dressed and gather everything you both needed for the day.

You stopped at the door and pulled her into a kiss “I love you. I'll see you tonight” she smiled “I love you too”

You headed towards your car to make your way to the district and she headed towards her to head to the firehouse.

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Antonio cut his eyes up at the clock again. He was beginning to worry. You were never late.

“Where's she at?” Erin asked and he shrugged “I don't know” about that time the gate at the bottom of the stairs popped and he heard your boots coming up along with your voice “I am so sorry. My freaking alarm clock died, I have had no coffee…”

He watched you make it to the top of the stairs, taking your jacket off as you went. The shirt you wore looked strikingly familiar. In fact he was fairly certain…”is that my sister's shirt?”

You froze in your tracks and looked down at your shirt. You hadn't grabbed one of yours, you grabbed out of Gabbys. “Um”

Jay busted out laughing “Holy crap…Antonio your partner is sleeping with your sister” you shot him a glare then looked back at Antonio “um I can explain”

He grabbed your elbow “Lets talk” and pulled you towards the break room.

You walked in first and turned to face him. He ran a hand down his face “How long?” “Consistently?” You asked and he groaned “I guess”

“Eight months?” “EIGHT MONTHS?” you flinched for the simple fact you didn't argue with him, ever. “Antonio before you freak out, just know that I love her, she loves me. We're happy. We wanted to tell you we just never found a good time then it turned into a month then six months then well..”

He took a deep breath “Well I guess I know now why we couldn't guess your type. I'm ok with it, I love you both just you didn't have to hide it and you're coming with us to anything we plan from here on out ok?” You grinned “Ok”

He shook his head “My partner and my sister. Good lord”

[intertexts]

biting the bullet and saying this is a fine place to talk about ashe winters also. because i have a lot of thoughts on that headcanon & i know other people do too & it's been long enough that i feel that it would be disingenuous not to at least, like, talk myself through it here so u guys can hear my thought process. prefacing this by saying hey! please don't make any assumptions about me based on one headcanon i don't love!

anyway i deliberately watched pd almost entirely in a vacuum because i didn't want spoilers or fanon to affect my perception of it. transfem ashe & her ubiquity was like. not what i was expecting? it's a headcanon that's Everywhere, & when i heard about & noted this i was like, okay, cool, there's going to be so much thoughtful analysis out there of ashe & their relationship with their dead mom & mark & the pd & that freedom and liberation they bring ashe &grief & guilt & trying to figure out what it means to have something for yourself when it's haunted! of course that's the core of this! of course canon analysis will still recognize that this is fanon and not canon!

to be clear, the reason i even still find the headcanon compelling and am not just bitter on it is because seraphex has been doing this (the thoughtful analysis) since the beginning n a couple others r doing this, & actively engaging with ashe's narrative as a trans narrative, & i hold affection for the way i would write & think abt her. but, like. for the most part, that's not what people are doing. it feels to me like at this point a lot of the ashe i see is girl ashe, like... just so there's a Girl Prime Defender? which is, y'know, necessarily not bad in and of itself, do whatever u want. and certainly no one's obligated to engage in fandom critically. but i do think we should, and that it's a good thing to do! but, like, effectively "girl ashe winters but im never going to touch on transness or anything and she's just a normal girl with a demon book" is different!! than "transfem ashe winters" which assumes and begs a different and more thoughtful type of relationship With gender. please for the love of god don't take this as me saying "well trans girls aren't real girls" please. this is not what i'm saying. "cassie sandsmark but she's just a boy who does all that instead" and "transmasc cassie sandsmark" are, narratively speaking, two entirely different things. same goes for ashe. this is what i was saying. with genderswapping.

anyway, the thing that does irk me is when people make canon pd analysis while using feminine pronouns for ashe and assume like yeah yeah obviously canon is stupid we all know ashe is a girl!!!! of course i can just treat that as canon. like, i dont know how to clearly articulate this in a polite way, but like-- she/her ashe is a headcanon. if you want to write meta specifically about or in relationship to your headcanon-- sure! but if you're trying to make genuine points about canon while intentionally blurring the lines between fanon and canon like that. i'm not going to really respect what you say about canon? again, this isn't just a pd thing. jane crocker he/him butch lesbian to me but i've never liked, like... canon-alpha-kids non-gender-related analysis where they're he/him ing her. like, like it or not-- if ashe winters Was canonically a girl, transfem or cis-- the story would be different!! similar, sure, but not the same!! things would hold different meaning!! things DO hold different meaning!! if you genuinely think that gender makes no meaningful difference when talking abt media im like going ahaha ok and scrolling on.

this also vaguely loops back around into the uncritical girl ashe so there's a Girl In The Crew thing earlier because like, you know, there's a lot of folks who only use this headcanon who aren't transfem & aren't engaging with her in a personal projection (if you're doing this extremely valid i love u) or transfem narrative way, and Only Ever Hitting Ashe with the Girl Beam, and i cannot lie to you folks-- hey. why's the shy, quieter, level-headed, awkward pc who Keeps All The Boys In Line And Thinks They're Silly and also has Long Hair the Only One you're Ever calling a girl? why is that? what are the biases you might be reinforcing or unconsciously leaning into? earlier i was saying how things. mean things!!! this is like. i don't love it. on the face of it it feels bad and shitty. crazy how only the soft spoken healer guy is ever a girl. it sucks and i hate it. if you're doing this i think you should stop and at least like fucking think about it.

&, y'know, this is certainly a little bit, like. gnc guy staring at vaguely gnc guy character: holy shit hes just like me. trans girl staring at same vaguely gnc guy character: holy shit she's just like me. there's no One Correct Answer here because headcanon & the way we think about characters is!!! personal!! they're both good if they bring both people joy!!! [obviously there is frequently erasure of transfem subtext in fandom i am aware of this it is not what i am talking about in this specific instance] & frequently they both bump up against each others sore spots through no fault of their own. what is crucial is being like. respectful of that & civil & allowing space for both readings to exist simultaneously.

anyway. i don't particularly have any great conclusion to wrap this up. i think if you're she/hering ashe because u think that it's Fucked Up that there are No Girls In PD and you want Girl Characters, you should maybe try getting into actual play shows by and with girls in them. i have recommendations. i have so many recommendations. trying to headcanon your way out of what the show fundamentally is-- four white guys on a discord call-- is not going to make you happy. please. please. god. if you're genuinely engaging with transfem ashe as a trans narrative i think that's cool and its not what im into but i see where ur comin from. keep doing ur thing have fun etc. if you just think Ashe should be Girl u should simply consider cisswapping/genderswapping its awesome it's fun also u should tag it so that people who do not particularly want!! to see girl ashe winters & like the canon character as he is!! or people who are uncomfortable with "hey what if soft spoken long haired boy was Girl, Actually" (for what should be obvious reasons) can curate their experience and won't get frustrated and miserable!!!!

i think that genderbend/cisswap aus have sifted out of popular fandom consciousness for lots of reasons with varying levels of validity & have instead been replaced with "well literally just trans ur character then". which is fine obviously, im transgener, etc. but the thing is, right, that being trans is a thing in real life, which actually means something, and carries weight, and like, very much says something about you. everyone can do fandom however they want forever, its a free country, but for me personally & the way i engage with media & the way i do think it is Good to engage with media, it feels.... disingenuous at best to just. say "well this character's trans now because i want them to be!!!" with zero thinking about characterization and narrative context and the weight which being trans would carry. and, you know, obviously there's narrative worlds where being gaytrans Doesn't actually mean shit or carry weight and shifting genders is as easy and common as making pancakes, this isn't me making any massive generalizing statement, but for the most part, transitioning is, like. that says something!! both diegetically (in-world), in how characters think of and interact w/ their transness and non-diegetically (outside-the-world), in what you are saying, either intentionally or accidentally, by making them trans. if you're interested in just.... having alt gender versions of those characters, genderswapping is free, easy, and fun!!!

[flamemothers]

am i the only one really pissed off with the episode title "the queen who ever was"???

it started as an insult to rhaenys as she was denied her birthright but she still claimed the name like a boss.

that name is the closest thing she's got to being called queen. there are a lot of names they could have chosen for rhaenyra (what happened to dragon queen??? and don't even get me started when they decided to call aegon ii the realm's delight) and the best they could come up with is reusing rhaenys' and removing just one letter??? how original

oh rhaenys my love the writers keep on desecrating you even in death

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Look what we've become.

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boy in silly sitting positions compilation

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some men are textbook villains fr

[widowshill]

VAMP ROGER AU QUESTION! how would he and barnabas interact together (if they ever interact)? :3 💜

tagging @tortoisesshells because she's my co-conspirator <3

excellent question! this family and their sharp-toothed men will be the death of ... well, several community members of Collinsport, i suppose.

to start — Barnabas gets out of the box slightly differently than in canon, which colors his relationship to Roger and the rest of the household. Roger kills Willie after his attempted assault on Carolyn and Vicki (who is, by that point, his wife); Willie's mysterious disappearance and Roger's suspected involvement makes Jason that much more panicked, desperate, and correspondingly aggressive. Liz goes searching for the lost family jewels in a last-ditch attempt to buy Jason off, and, inadvertently, lets their ancient family sin out of the tomb.

ergo she's made Barnabas' thrall instead of Willie, but this goes unnoticed for a while — even though her brother would, in theory, recognize the signs, and his suspicions are raised, but she's already acting so much unlike herself with Jason around that he doesn't suspect anyone else of doing her harm. yet.

at the start, he and Barnabas get along very well, even before they discover their shared affliction: they're both relatively sophisticated, well-traveled, intelligent people, and for all that Roger decries Liz's emphasis on the Collins name, he leans towards familial connections instinctively (Roger hasn't got much in the way of friends outside of the house even in canon, and he's even more isolated as a vampire).

after he finds out Barnabas is also a vampire, things get a little more complicated, but overall, they're still friendly. Roger doesn't have much sympathy for Barnabas' relentless self-pity and decrying his doomed fate to live as a monster, because Roger on the whole enjoys his vampirism and has made a decent un-life for himself out of it (thanks in no small part to Vicki). but having someone like him around is a comfort in ways he wouldn't have expected, he's no longer solitary or uniquely monstrous out of the Collins family, he has someone else around through the night, and someone who understands the sufferings of bloodthirst and being shut out of the sun.

furthermore, Roger's very much interested in his family history and stories of the past, the building of Collinwood, Jeremiah's ships – and Barnabas was there. there's potential for some very interesting conversations about the past, and the arc of the Collins family history to the present, not to mention literature, travel, fashion, politics and the rest. Roger's his cousin's mirror in modernity in many ways, and that's something potentially interesting to explore: the world changes around them, but Collinses do not.

as an aside, they both have a funny sort of relationship to Burke. Barnabas hates him for his resemblance to Jeremiah and envies his friendship with Vicki and thinks he's crude, and Roger ... well. it's complicated. it's closer to antagonism than not, and Burke has tried to kill him once in this au, and Roger resents his flirting with Vicki, but then there's everything else with their past. so I don't think Barnabas' treatment of him would sit particularly well with Roger, he'd take the attitude of hey, only I can be a dick to Burke >:(

the definite fracture point is Barnabas imprinting on Vicki. Roger's already jealous and possessive by nature, and it's amplified by the supernatural nature of his relationship to Vicki (being closer, bodily and mentally; being necessary to each other; being, quite literally, sustenance) so he's already a little on edge when Barnabas starts paying attention to her, giving her presents, and appreciating the scenery — Barnabas doesn't, exactly, tend to have much in the way of moral inclination to leaving women alone when they have prior engagements, but it's fair to point out the irony of everything Roger was doing with his bloodbag governess when he was still very much a married man.

anyway: Roger finds foreign bite marks on his wife's neck, and he's understandably immensely upset by this. partially out of territorial sentiment, but he also knows Vicki, and he knows that she wouldn't have invited another vampire willingly — which means that she was forced, or hypnotized, or attacked in secret, and there's only the one potential suspect. this is already enough to lose his good will, but he might have been willing to let Barnabas go with a "hands off," had this discovery not lead to finding out what he'd also been doing to Liz. the combination of the two is unforgivable, and it's Barnabas' error to have made an enemy who is very personally aware of all his vampiric weaknesses, and Burke's already carved a stake.

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

Do you ever read a post where someone is explaining a pokitical thing and from the way they're saying you know with absolute certainty 1) they got their info from a tumblr post and have never actually followed up on how feasible that information actually is to act upon (they may not even have checked if it was CORRECT, but when they do they have clearly not looked into how easy or hard it may be to follow those instructions with a positive outcome), and 2) you know WHICH tumblr post they're quoting because it is basically a copy/paste of it, and 3) it was YOUR goddamn post and the thing they are saying is entirely counter to the point you were making when you said it to the point that you genuinely wonder if they just like. Memory-holed the entire context once they saw that one itty bitty point.

It's like the motherfuckiny dating apps all over again. I do not want people to love my words if they are not actually willing to do the work of understanding them! Didn't your kindergarten ever make you play Telephone to teach you how heresay falls out????

[born-to-lose]

I love being the always single person in my family, mad respect to my sister for constantly dating guys for the last 8 years, I would have shot myself

[stillfruit]

it's so difficult to articulate the feelings i get when i see my friends engaging in healthy and good behaviors like asking for emotional support and taking the time they need to arrive because i just can't and i know i'm wrong for it but it still feels incredibly isolating