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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Genshin: Kink Headcanons

Bottom!Characters x Top!Masc Intended Reader

Characters: Gorou, Heizou, Ajax, Kaeya, Cyno, Aether, Wanderer, Thoma

General CW: NSFW, my word is not law i am but a feeble tumblr user with horny opinions

Gorou

☆ Size: He absolutely loves seeing his stomach bulge. Meeting someone who's much larger or taller than him makes him horny. If you use strap-ons, he'll buy the largest one he thinks he can take and beg you to use it on him

☆ Master/Servant: Despite being a general, he loves following orders. As long as you have him trained (discussed safe words and rules), he'll do whatever you ask

☆ Humiliation: He gets way too turned on by being forced into embarrassing situations, he pretends he doesn't like it but you know better

☆ Free Use: He'll let you do anything to him at almost any time, no matter how embarrassing the situation. Well, as long as it's not in front of Kokomi or his Subordinates (he'd love to be fucked and claimed in front of his soldiers but the potential aftermath isn't all too appealing)

☆ Marking: He'll litter bites all over your body and urge you to do the same, he'll shamelessly show off the hickeys and bruises you left all over his body

Fav. Positions: Doggystyle, Missionary, From Behind

Heizou

☆ Handcuffs: He has a stolen pair in his bedroom and likes to pull it out almost whenever you have sex

☆ Authority Roleplay: Roleplaying as a Detective or an Officer while you're someone being interrogated or in jail, or with the roles reversed.

☆ Domination: He loves dominating and being dominated, he'll do anything you tell him to but if you're more of a sub, he'll gladly take control

☆ Recording: As long as you keep it to yourself (and maybe a couple of friends), he'll be eager to record a sex tape with you. He'll set up a camera or two in his bedroom ready to be turned on and record the two of you fucking

Fav. Positions: Against a Wall, Reverse/Regular Cowgirl

Ajax

☆ Painplay: All he wants is to be hurt, treated like nothing but a stress reliever by you. He loves when you take sick pleasure in his tears and whimpers.

☆ Knife + Blood Play: He wants his body to be full of scars that you inflicted, wants you to make him scream from how deep you cut him. He wants you to lick up his blood and make him swallow his own, maybe even use it to finger him. Aside from fingering you, he'd like to do the same to you.

☆ Predator/Prey: He loves the chase, if you ever run from him (whether it be for the sake of his kink or because you're genuinely terrified of him), he'll be right behind you. He'd tackle you and sit on your lower abdomen, heart racing, face flushed, and drenched in sweat with a smile on his face.

☆ Degradation + Objectification: Call him a dirty a whore, a good for nothing slut, a bitch, anything that comes to mind. Treat him like he's nothing more than a cocksleeve to be toyed with

Fav. Positions: Cowgirl, On His Side

Kaeya

☆ Voyeurism: It doesn't matter if he's being watched while he masturbates, watching you masturbate, being watched while you fuck him, or perhaps even watching you fuck someone, he loves any form of it. Gods he loves windows and slightly open doors

☆ Cum: Come on his face, in his mouth, on his chest, in or on his twitching wet hole, in his underwear, anything. Just cover him in it. It doesn't matter if you have a dick or not, he'll eat you out just to get his face covered in slick and cum.

☆ Nipple Torture: Play with his nipples so much to the point where it hurts to wear a shirt. Make sure they're both sensitive and swollen once you're done with him

☆ Impact Play: Slap him and make his face sting or spank him so hard that he has trouble sitting down the next day. Kaeya just loves having constant reminders of the amazing sex he had the night before

Fav. Positions: Against a Window/Wall/Door, On His Desk

Cyno

ftm cyno, afab language used

☆ Public Sex: Take him anywhere in the desert and he's 100% down for sex. As long as there aren't any people around, he'll be more eager than you

☆ Breeding: Put him into a mating press and come inside him (metaphorically or literally), he deserves it. Tell him how pretty he'll look with your kids in him, that you're gonna breed his tight pussy and make his stomach swell

☆ Punishment: He knows that when he talks too much or does something he knows you don't like, he'll get punished. And he often does it on purpose.

☆ Dirty Talk: If he's too busy doing his job to come home, he'll send sexy letters about the things he wants you to do with him when he comes back. He might even send a few pictures

Fav. Positions: Mating Press, Standing Up

Aether

ftm he/they aether, AFAB Language used

☆ Deepthroating: Whether it's your cock, your strap, or your fingers, he wants to choke on that shit. Stick em deeeeep in his throat

☆ Impact Play: Slap their face, spank their ass or their pussy, make sure at least one part of their body is red and or stinging by the time you're done

☆ Panties: Buy them a few pretty panties and they'll make sure to "dirty" them up and leave them somewhere for you to find. Or you could eat them out with their panties still on. If he's feeling dominant, he might ride you and stuff his panties in your mouth. Distance makes the heart grow fonder but Aether sending you their used panties in the mail makes the dick grow harder

☆ Skirts & Stockings: They'd be so pretty all dressed up and riding your thigh or bouncing their pretty little ass on your cock/strap. Feeling their stockings against your face as you eat them out because he's too sensitive to not try and close his legs. Wearing a skirt so his pussy is easily accessible to you wherever and whenever you want

Fav. Positions: Ass Up and Head Buried in Their Pillow, From Behind Standing Up

Wanderer

ftm he/it scara, no AFAB language used

☆ Size Kink: Just like Gorou, he likes his partners bigger than him. He wants his mind to go blank from how fucking fat your cock is

☆ Choking: He says he prefers choking you but you both know the little slut enjoys your hands wrapped around his throat instead

☆ Body Worship: Treat it like the archon it never got to be, worship every part of his body. A king is in front of you, he expects you to act like it

☆ Mirror Sex: As the self absorbed man he is, it loves watching itself get fucked in the mirror and admiring how gorgeous it looks. Or how your fat cock/strap is causing his stomach to bulge and how damn good your hands look on its smaller body

☆ Oral: More often then not, your boyfriend'll be sitting on your face while watching a show or reading a book. You spend a good chunk of your time eating him out

☆ Free Use: If he's feeling horny, you better be ready to drop everything and give him what he wants

☆ Manhandling: When its not feeling like a king, it'll let you move it around like a doll. He loves when you're fucking him and his feet don't touch the ground

Fav. Positions: Face Sitting, Cowgirl, Anything where he's being manhandled

Thoma

☆ Master/Servant + Service: He'll do anything you ask him to, whether that's in the bedroom or not. Most of his actions in the bedroom revolve around you and what you want. He gets off on it all

☆ Praise: Call him a good boy and puppy, he'll be like putty in your arms. Give him compliments and rewards for good behavior

☆ Rope Bunny + Sensory Deprivation: He loves being tied up and blindfolded, making him helpless in your presence. He loves the feeling of your hands roaming along his body and without sight, that along with your voice is the only thing he focuses on. He falls into subspace pretty fast in these situations

☆ Voyeurism: He loves watching you get off, hearing your hot noises and seeing your hand going to work while you're looking at him. Sometimes he masturbates with you and other times he's tied up and on display as your jerk-off material

☆ Nudes: When he first read the letter asking him to send naked pictures when you're apart for a while, he instantly felt arousal pooling in his stomach. The thought of you getting off to the pictures he sends you makes him ache

Fav. Positions: Doggystyle, Being Folded in Half

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madomens · 9 months

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Noah Sebastian Moodboards

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. Just Pretend ( @thescarlettvvitch @thefallennightmare )

. Celebrating

. Dad Noah

. Protective Gentleman

. Fallen Angel GF

. Vampire (long hair)

. Vampire (Levi hair)

. Siren

. Fallen Angel

. Cabin in the Woods

. Underworld Ruler

. Disney Prince

. Miracle Epilogue ( @thefallennightmare )

. First Christmas Together

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. One Night ( @thefallennightmare )

. Plus Size GF

. Demon Hunter

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. Curly Brown Hair GF

. Transgender (FTM) Partner

. She fell first, he fell harder

. Concrete Jungle Assassin Lover

. Step Daddy

. Wedding Day

. Flynn Rider

. Lazy Rainy Mornings

. Coffee Date

. Sweet Texts 1, 2, 3, 4

. Short GF

. New Years

. Movie Date, PT 2

. Author GF

. Line Cook

. Friends to Lovers

. Soft Boy

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. Sick GF

. Coworkers to Lovers

. Gamer GF

. Looking for the HOOOES

. Haunted House

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. Princess GF

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. Med Student GF

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. Zoo Date

. Disney Date

. Beach Day

. Hobbit/ LOTR

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. Based on a Dream

. Fashion Designer GF

. Proposal

. Classy Rich GF

. “ My My Those Eyes Like Fire” by @circle-with-me

. ( @lma1986 ) BIRTHDAY

. Dance In the Rain

. Cooking

. Kidnapper

. Mob Boss

. The Boys (superhero)

. Park Date

. Witch GF

. Maldives Honeymoon

. Greaser

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. Ares

. Baking Cookies

. Mochi Date

. Naughty Texts, PT. 2

. Horror Actress GF

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. Matching Nails

. Family Day

. Record Store Date

. Witchy GF

. Mercy by @thefallennightmare

. Cozy Night

. Vet Student GF

. Vegas Shotgun Wedding

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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year

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Perrito: Chapter 1 - Lalo Salamanca/FTM Reader (NSFW!)

you were supposed to be doing 6 months in prison for drug possession and prostitution. that is, until you met lalo salamanca, and he decided to make you his puppy. for $10,000 a week, you were to wear a dog collar around your neck 24/7, and once he clipped the leash to you, you were to obey his every command. tags/warnings: petplay, dom/sub, bdsm, possessiveness, implied stalking, face slapping, praise kink, degradation/humiliation, oral sex, vaginal sex, squirting, needles/syringes/injections, medical exam, a few tiddlywinks of blood, non-consensual body modification (you'll see >:33) anatomical terms: cunt/pussy/hole, (t-)dick/cock words: 6,918 ao3 link author's notes: baby's first multichapter fic!!! had a LOT of ideas for this concept and im super excited to write more for this 🥺 y como siempre no soy un hablante nativo pero estoy aprendiendo. entonces por favor corríjame si se encuentra algo de errores :3

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years?”

A generic job interview question meant to gauge your desires and plans for the future. 5 years ago, you would’ve said the best case scenario would be a life of modest success and comfort. You would have never imagined that by this point in your life you’d be living in a lavish estate and making 10 grand a week.

Let alone the fact that you were making 10 grand by wearing a dog collar for the drug cartel boss who owned said lavish estate.

Whichever deity wrote your life story had a fucked up sense of humor. Your thread of life was being used to draw dicks on the tapestry of existence. You’d gotten great at lying to friends and family. As far as they knew, you were moving abroad to work as an on-call assistant for a shipping executive. You rationalized that it was technically true, but it was an egregious lie of omission. Don Eduardo Salamanca, or “Lalo” as he preferred, was a wealthy businessman; there was no denying that. Though your assistance was the furthest thing from business that anyone could fathom. It was a stable position that came with steady income, job security, and benefits. Sure, these benefits just so happened to include the best sex you’d ever had on the comfiest bed you’d ever touched, but that was neither here nor there.

It all started how most job interviews go: prison. You were supposed to be doing 6 months for drug possession and prostitution, but Lalo took a liking to you the moment he saw you. He said that your skills would be highly valuable in an organization such as his, which was jobspeak for “I want to get my dick wet”. You thought he was talking out of his ass, but judging by the respect he got from your fellow inmates and even some of the guards, you took his word for it. He promised you a job when you both got out, if you’d take it.

You agreed; it sounded a hell of a lot better than going back on the streets. He promised to set you up with his lawyer, who’d been working on a way to get him off. Luckily, the lawyer actually knew his shit. He had found some tiny loophole in your case and was able to get the charges dropped and your record expunged. Much to your surprise, Lalo was waiting outside the jailhouse to pick you up when you got out. He dropped you off at your place and gave you a week to get your affairs in order. Then, you’d be moving to his place across the border in Chihuahua, Mexico.

The week after, he showed up at your apartment in a car that, if it could speak, would definitely call you poor. On the way to his house, you discussed the specifics of your position.

“So!” Lalo declared in a cheerful voice as he adjusted the rearview mirror, “What do you remember from what we talked about?”

You combed through your memories, the many conversations you two had in the prison showers, cafeteria, and rec yard. “10 grand a week, I wear a dog collar 24/7, and when the leash is clipped to it, I’m working. When I’m working, you have full control over me, and I have to do everything you say. Is that right?”

“Yeah! There you go. That’s the gist of it.” Lalo affirmed, “But, you won’t have to do literally everything I say. If you’re uncomfortable, you have your signals, and I’m not gonna press your limits unless you say I can.”

That was one of the promises he’d made that had put your mind at ease. Discussing this over state-sanctioned lunch one day, he had asked you your boundaries, things that you would never ever do under any circumstances. He was receptive when you told him. Plus, he’d given you safewords to use: green for “I’m okay. Keep going.”, yellow for “Ease up a little bit.”, and red for “You need to stop everything right the fuck now.” There were also corresponding hand signals in case you couldn’t talk: 3 fingers up for green, 2 for yellow, and 1 for red.

“Right, yeah. Thank you for that.” You said.

“Ah, don’t be silly. You don’t have to thank me. I want you to enjoy this. It’s a lot more fun for me if I know you’re having fun.” He patted your shoulder, “And, if you want to really have fun,” and squeezed it tighter than you expected, “you can talk back once in a while. You can be a naughty little puppy, if you want, but you’d better be prepared for discipline. So make sure you know what you’re getting into, alright?” He put his hand back on the wheel.

That was generally good life advice, but you’d be lying if you said you knew entirely what you were getting into. “Alright, sure. Fair enough.” You gazed out the window at the desert terrain. Nothing but cacti and sand for miles and miles. You’d weren’t entirely sure which side of the border you were on anymore, or if it even mattered. “Question,” you posed.

“Yeah?” Lalo prodded.

“So, like… what am I supposed to call you while we do this? Just Lalo, or…?” Your voice trailed off, as if you were expecting a different answer out of him.

“Oh, good question! I was actually getting to that. Such a smart boy.” He laughed and ruffled your hair, making you jump a little in your seat. His touch felt nice, but it was definitely something you’d have to get used to. You probably shouldn’t react that strongly every time. “You can call me Lalo when the leash is off, but if it’s on, you need to be professional. If you’re working, you call me ‘Don Eduardo’, ‘sir’, ‘master’, ‘señor’, ‘jefe’, or ‘patrón’. Those last two basically mean ‘boss’. Make sense?”

Sense was made. “Yeah, alright. Easy enough.”

“Very good. And how’s your Spanish?”

You shrugged, “Mediocre at best. I can understand more than I speak.”

Lalo chuckled, “Well, I appreciate the honesty. I’ll have to teach you to speak it, then, no worries. Also, if the leash is on and I have you speaking Spanish, call me usted, not tú. That’s just when you’re working, though. Es formal, ¿comprendes? (It’s formal, understand?)”

Okay, sure, you could do that. It might take you a bit to figure out, but you’d get there. “Sí, yo comprendo. (Yes, I understand.)”

“Bueno. Now, what can I call you?” Lalo poked you in the arm, “And I don’t just mean your name.”

Your first thought was an idiot. That seemed like a fitting label for someone in your predicament. Thankfully, your second thought was much more receptive. “Well, uh… what did you have in mind? I’m pretty open.”

“Oh ho, you wanna hear what I think of you? I got a whole list of ‘em in mind. They might not all be flattering, just so you know.”

You secretly hoped they wouldn’t be. “That’s fine. Go for it.”

“Well, there’s the animal related ones. Puppy, dog, perro, cachorro (puppy), and then variants of those like doggy and perrito. Reminds you what you are to me, y’know? There’s also other animal terms like conejito (bunny) and osito (little bear). Basically, anything that lets you know how cute you are.” He reached over to pinch your cheek.

You giggled. The attention and praise was definitely a perk to this whole arrangement. “That all sounds good.”

“And, if you’re a naughty little puppy.” His tone darkened to a rich growl and he dragged his hand down to your upper thigh, squeezing it hard before he spoke, “I may call you chucho, or a dirty little mutt.” He spat that last word at you with mock disdain.

The idea of him changing up like that, getting rough with you, putting you in your place, that was another perk. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you were more excited for the praise or the punishment. “Oh… Oh wow…”

He leaned in closer to you, his breath hitting your face. You wondered how he could watch the road like that, but maybe that’s why he drove you through the middle of nowhere. In his mind, you were the only thing worth watching. “You like that?”

“Yeah…”

He showed you how quick he could change by pulling back and switching back to his friendly tone. He gave you whiplash, but not from how he was driving. “Good! ‘Cause I got more. You’re okay with me being mean to you?”

You were more than okay with it, especially if he would say it in that same sexy tone. “Yeah, I mean, like, just don’t call me a girl and you can pretty much say whatever you want.”

“Heh, I’ll keep that in mind.” He patted your thigh before putting his hand back on the wheel once more.

A few more hours, a few more rest stops, and a few more hundreds of miles, and you pulled up to what looked more like a military base than your future home, complete with friendly, welcoming armed guards and a concrete wall topped with warm, fuzzy, barbed wire.

Actually, the armed guards were friendly and welcoming, once they realized who was coming at least. Lalo rolled down his window and spoke to a man with a ponytail, who greeted him with a smile.

“¡Buenas tardes, señor! (Good afternoon, sir!)” He pointed at you in the passenger seat and leaned on the window. “Ooh, ¿es este el nuevo chico? ¡Él es más lindo de lo que usted dijo! (Ooh, is that the new kid? He’s cuter than you said!)” Apparently, his other employees referred to him with the same formalities.

“¡Ay, ay! ¡Mucho ojo, cabrón! (Ay, ay! Watch it, asshole!)” He laughed and pushed him off the side of the car. “Pero sí, es él. Parece un buen chico, ¿verdad? (But yeah, that’s him. He looks like a good boy, right?)” He turned to you. “This is Miguel. He’s one of the guards I have working here.”

Your eyes were fixated on the gigantic rifle across the man’s chest, enough so that you forgot your vocabulary from Spanish 101. “Bien a… bien a conocerte? (Nice to… Nice to meet you?)”

The two men laughed, but you could tell it was all in good fun. Lalo smiled, “Ah, tan tonto… (Ah, so silly...)” and petted your hair again as he corrected you. “You’re kinda right, but ‘Mucho gusto’ is what you’re trying to say, mijo (my boy).”

You blushed the tiniest bit and course-corrected. “Oh, lo siento. ¡Mucho gusto, Miguel! (Oh, sorry. Nice to meet you, Miguel!)”

“Igualmente, chiquito. (Likewise, kiddo.)” Miguel turned around and punched in a code on the keypad. “Listo, patrón. (All set, boss.)” Another term you shared for him.

“¡Bien! ¡Gracias! (Nice! Thank you!)” Lalo waved him off as he pulled through the gate. He could see the tension in your face and slung his arm over your shoulder. “What, did the gun freak you out? Ah, don’t worry about that. He’s just compensating for something, y’know?” That got a hearty snort from you. “Nah, but really, he’s a nice guy. All of my people are great. I told them all about you, y’know.” He drove up to a spot in his massive driveway and parked the car.

His last statement tied your stomach into a knot. You couldn’t imagine facing an entire army of employees, your potential coworkers, knowing what they knew. “Uh… all about me? Like… what exactly?”

Lalo turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Well, basically, your personality, your looks, how we met, and what you’ll be doing here. They don’t need to know all the details. Just enough to know what to expect, right?”

You unbuckled yours as well, even though you were now mortified to step out of the car. “What I’ll be doing here? How the hell did you explain that?”

Lalo waved off your concerns, “Oh, what, are you worried about? That they’re gonna judge you for it? Don’t be silly! They know better than that. Honestly, they’re all psyched to meet you. Now, c’mon, you’ll see what I mean!” He opened his door and saw you reach for yours, “No, no, let me get that for you, sweetheart.” He stepped out of the car and walked around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand for you to take.

“Thanks.” You gave him a timid smile as you took his hand and stepped out. Sure enough, a couple steps later and you saw an eager crowd of people waving you over.

Lalo raised the hand you were holding and called out to the crowd as he approached, “¡Aquí él está! Entonces, tengo suerte, ¿o qué? (Here he is! So, am I lucky or what?)” He let go of your hand and patted you on the back. Knowing his ego, he definitely wanted to show you off.

An older woman was the first to answer him with a voice that sounded like how fresh baked cookies smelled. “Claro, tienes razón, mijo. (Of course, you’re right, my boy.)” She approached you and held her arms out for a hug, which you graciously accepted. “¡Bienvenidos, querido! Estamos encantados de tenerte aquí. (Welcome, dear! We’re happy to have you here.)” she said, hugging you with all the love in her heart. Oh, god, that wasn’t his mother, right? You dreaded to think of how that conversation must have gone.

Lalo introduced her as she let go of you, “This is Yolanda. She’s my housekeeper, cook, and the reason why I have such a fat belly!” He laughed and patted his stomach, clearly exaggerating. In reality, he was only slightly pudgy, but hey, you liked a man with a little squish. Much better to cuddle with. “Let me tell you, she looks sweet, but her cooking is dangerous. I’m told she's got something great planned for us, you’ll see.”

A young man, even younger than you were, raised his hand to ask a question. He looked tense, probably afraid to speak out of turn. “Uh, perdón, ¿señor? ¿Él habla español? (Uh, excuse me, sir? Does he speak Spanish?)”

Lalo scoffed, “¿Por qué te importa a tí? ¿Qué, le vas a decir que huir? (Why do you care? What, you gonna tell him to run?)” He was staring him down like he was trying to melt an ant with a magnifying glass. The kid looked like he was about to piss his pants, he was so nervous. Suddenly, Lalo burst out laughing and flicked the boy’s forehead. “¡Ah, solo te estoy jodiendo, chamaco! (Ah, I’m just fucking with you, kid!)” He then turned back to you. “This is Ciro. He’s another one of the guards here, believe it or not with a babyface like that. He was asking if you speak Spanish.”

“Oh! Hi! Uh…” You took a moment to think of an answer for him, “Comprendo más que yo hablo. Solo hablo un poquito. (I understand more than I speak. I only speak a little.)” You glanced over at Lalo, who gave you a thumbs up.

Lalo snapped at him, both physically and verbally, though his words had an edge of sarcasm to them. “Entonces, no le digas algo estúpido a él. ¿Entiendes? (So, don’t say anything stupid to him. Understand?)”

Ciro nodded, “Sí, señor. Entiendo. (Yes, sir. I understand.)”

“Bueno. Pues ve a llevar sus cosas a mi habitación. Tiene dos maletas en la cajuela. (Good. Then go take his things up to my room. He’s got two suitcases in the trunk.)” Lalo patted the boy on the shoulder and handed him the keys.

“Si, señor. (Yes, sir.)” Ciro replied before he ran off to get your bags from the car.

While he was doing that, Lalo took the time to introduce you to his remaining staff: Cecilio, the gardener, and the other two guards, Herardo and Raul. Everyone seemed like decent, hardworking people, and you couldn’t wait for dinner tonight. After having said your hellos, Lalo said there was one more person you had to meet, a visitor, and he was waiting in the living room.

Lalo led you into the house, guiding you with his hand on the small of your back. To the right of the foyer was the living room, where sure enough, someone was waiting for you: an older man in a white lab coat. A doctor?

“So!” Lalo gestured to the man standing before you. “This is Dr. Cruz. He’s been with my family for years. Actually, he helped deliver my little cousins Marco and Leonel when they were born, so we have a lot of trust in him. I just brought him in today to give you a quick checkup and see that you’re fit to work. Is that okay?”

A physical? That seemed pretty excessive, but this was a new job, at the end of the day. You figured it wasn’t entirely abnormal. “Uh… yeah! Sure. I think I’m actually due for one, anyway.”

Dr. Cruz smiled at you. “Great. I just need to talk to Lalo here for one second, and then we can get started. Please, have a seat on the couch. I think that will be the best place for everything. It’s a pleasure to meet you, by the way.”

You returned the smile. “You too.”

As you sat down on the examination couch, Dr. Cruz walked Lalo over into the next room. You could hear bits and pieces of what they were saying, but you couldn’t decipher any of it. He spoke in a hushed voice. “Está seguro que yo no pueda disuadir a usted de esto? (Are you sure that I can’t talk you out of this?)”

Lalo responded at the same volume. “Estoy seguro. No quiero que él se pierda. Te pagaré doble por el molestia. (I’m sure. I don’t want him to get lost. I’ll pay you double for the inconvenience.)”

The doctor sighed. “Bien. Entonces… (Alright. So…)” He put on a friendly grin as he walked back over to you. He reached into a bag that was sitting on the coffee table and started pulling things out. Needles, syringes, bandages, alcohol wipes, and some other medical supplies you couldn’t quite name. Then, he pulled out a file and handed it to you. “These are your medical records from your time in MDC Albuquerque. Would you just tell me if the information here is up to date?”

You briefly wondered how in the hell he was able to get his hands on those, but hey, the cartel family doctor probably had connections. You scanned over a list of medications, vaccinations, diagnoses, allergies. Everything was correct. “Yeah. Looks good.” You said plainly and handed the file back to him.

“Alright, perfect.” Dr. Cruz accepted the file from you and placed it back in his bag. “Now, we need to take some blood to run labs. Just to make sure that nothing has changed and that you’re clear for work. Don’t worry, we won’t need much. Just a finger stick will be enough.”

Bloodwork? That seemed excessive too. But, come to think of it, you’d basically be sucking Lalo’s dick for a living. He probably wanted to make sure you wouldn’t give him anything. “Okay, yeah. Hit me.” You held your hand out.

Dr. Cruz snapped some gloves on before he grabbed your wrist and stamped the needle into your fingertip. You winced at the stab, but it was over in a flash. Then, he milked your finger to get some blood, enough to fill up a small vial. “This will be used for STI testing. We’ll have the results back in a few days, but we’ll only call if you test positive for something. As far as we’re concerned, no news is good news.” Once the vial was full, he capped it and bandaged you up. He put the vial in a bag, sealed it, and stored it with the rest of his equipment. “Okay, last thing on the agenda. Your records state that you’re due for a tetanus shot. It’s a big injection, so I’ll have to numb you first. The injection site will bruise and be sore for about a day or two. Now I’m sure this is probably different from how they do it in the states, but this is how it’s done in Mexico.”

“Oh, really? Interesting.” You pondered, none the wiser to your boss’s plan. He’d exploited your naivete and trust in him to get you to do this, and it worked like a charm. You had no clue. “Yeah, I mean, if I’m due for it, might as well.” You rolled up the sleeve for your non-dominant arm.

“Perfecto.” Dr. Cruz said as he grabbed your forearm. He sanitized the underside of your bicep with an alcohol wipe. “First is the local anesthetic. Tiny pinch, but then you won’t feel a thing when we do the second one.” He positioned the syringe just below your muscle. “I’m gonna have you breathe in and out twice, and on the second exhale I’ll inject. You ready?”

“Yep.” You said, closing your eyes and calming your nerves.

“Alright. Breathe in…” Inhale.

“And out…” Exhale.

“And in…” Inhale.

“And out…” Exhale. Pinch.

“Beautiful. Now, it’ll take about 30 seconds for the numbing to kick in. I’d advise that you keep your eyes closed while I prepare the vaccination. The needle size may frighten you.”

“Sure thing.” You obliged, keeping your eyes closed and your arm out. You could hear the doctor rifling through his bag, unwrapping sterile equipment and popping containers open. It was hard to picture exactly what he was setting up, but you could tell he was done when he grabbed your forearm again. “Can you feel me touching you?” He asked. “Not where I’m holding you, I mean right here.” He poked your bicep again, not that you knew, of course.

“Where?” You asked.

Dr. Cruz chuckled. “Okay, you’re numb. Now, same thing as the last one. I’m gonna have you take a deep breath twice before I stick you. Ready?”

“Yep.” You repeated.

“Breathe in…” Inhale.

“And out…” Exhale.

“And in…” Inhale.

“And out…” Exhale. You didn’t feel a pinch this time.

“Amazing. You can open your eyes.” As you did, you watched Dr. Cruz set the syringe on the coffee table and grab some gauze. He debriefed you as he wrapped it around your bicep. “The numbing will last for a few hours, so it’ll probably wear off in your sleep. You may bruise and be a bit sore tomorrow morning, and you can take the gauze off then as well. Try not to overwork the muscle for a day or two.” He taped the gauze to secure it, then patted you on your shoulder. “And you are good to go, my friend. I wish you all the best in your new position.”

You gave him a friendly smile. “Sounds good! Thanks so much!”

“No problem. I’d say see you around, but hopefully you won’t have to deal with me too much.” He laughed as he finished packing his bag. Once he was done, he grabbed it and turned over his shoulder to Lalo, “Y enviaré a usted la factura mañana. Me llame si él se molesta. (And I’ll send you the bill tomorrow. Call me if he has any problems.)”

“Claro. Gracias otra vez. (Of course. Thank you again.)” Lalo replied as he led the doctor outside, patting him on the back for a job well done. He shut the door, and finally, finally, he could focus on you, and he was chomping at the bit to get started. “Alright! We’re good to go! Got the formalities out of the way, so now,” He sauntered over to you, swaying his hips as he walked. When he got to you, he snaked his hands behind your back and grabbed your ass. “Now, we can put you to work.” You barely had time to react before he let you go, but not before giving you a playful spank. “Follow me, doggy.”

You squeaked at the literal pet name. Being ordered around by him felt better than you thought it would. This was going to be amazing. He led you up the stairs to his bedroom, though you were practically chasing him up with how excited you were. When you arrived, he closed the door behind you two. “Stay right here.” Lalo commanded. He walked over to the dresser and opened a fancy box that sat atop it. You heard the clinking of metal, and when he turned around, he was holding a black leather collar in one hand, and a chain leash in the other. You beamed at the sight of it. This is what you were here for. You couldn’t wait. You’d be such a good boy. Lalo knew that, but still, he had to ask. “You ready, puppy?”

“Yes, sir!” You responded cheerfully.

Lalo smiled and fastened the collar around your neck. His calloused fingers swept your hair out of the way; his hot breath billowing against your sensitive skin. It was intense. You could feel your thoughts fading away as you focused on getting into your new role; a cute, silly little puppy. You closed your eyes and let the warmth of his embrace dress you up.

Lalo cupped your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, whispering sweet nothings in his native tongue as he petted your hair and scratched behind your ears. “Oh, mi chico hermoso, eso es. Se veas perfecto con ese collar. Es como tú has nacido para ser mi perrito. Vas a ser un buen chico para mi, ¿verdad? ¿Vas a hacer lo que yo digo? Oh, sí, sí, buen chico. (Oh, my beautiful boy, that’s it. You look perfect in that collar. It’s like you were born to be my puppy. You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right? You’re gonna do what I say? Oh, yes, yes, good boy.) Such a good boy.”

Your head lulled from side to side, following his gentle touch. As he pulled back, your eyelids lifted up, and you saw his gorgeous face. Dark brown eyes half-lidded, his mouth curled into a smile. You were so happy to see him. You really did feel like a puppy, so bubbly and playful at the sight of their master. You gave him a goofy grin and said, “Hi…”, one of only a few words left in your brain.

“Hi, puppy.” Lalo cooed as he caressed your cheek. “You ready to get started for real?”

You nodded. You’d been ready for hours.

“Bueno.” Lalo hummed as he clipped the leash on your collar. Thus began the start of your first shift. You were working now. Henceforth, you were at his beck and call, his perfect little lapdog. “Now, I’m gonna teach you some tricks. I’ll say them in English and Spanish so you learn a bit. Okay?”

You giggled, already feeling hazy and obedient. “Okaaay…”

“Perfecto. Entonces… (Perfect. Now…)” Lalo backed off you to straighten his posture, and pulled the leash taut. “Siéntate. Sit.”

You dropped to your knees without a second thought and gave him a cherubic smile. If you had a tail, it’d definitely be wagging. You were anxious to make him proud of you.

“Good boy! So smart!” Lalo praised as he crouched down on one knee and held out his hand. “Dame la pata. Shake.”

You laid your hand in his and waited for your next command.

“Bueno. ¿Puedes hablar? Can you speak for me, boy?”

You could. Barely. “Yes, Don Eduardo.”

Lalo smirked and shook his head. “Oh, no no no. Not like that, mijo. Like a dog. Habla. Speak. Let me hear you bark, okay?”

You blushed, but you wanted to be a good boy. And good boys do as they’re told, no matter how embarrassing it may be. “Woof! Woof!”

Lalo couldn’t help but laugh. You were just so cute! “Oh, that’s perfect! Good boy!” He kissed your forehead again before standing up. He tugged the leash to get your attention. “Stand up. Levántate. Two legs.”

You rose to your feet and stood upright, hoping it wouldn’t be for too long. It was hard to act like a puppy when you were standing like a person.

Lalo could read your mind. His next command solved the problem you were thinking of. “All fours. Cuatro patas.”

You smiled and went down on your hands and knees for him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the leash. “Ven aquí. Come here.”

You crawled over to him and knelt between his legs. Instinctively, you rested your hands on his thighs, before realizing he didn’t tell you to touch him. You started to pull away, but Lalo interrupted you.

“You can keep them there. That’s fine.” He traced his fingers from your collar up to your chin and tilted your face up to his. “You’re a real lapdog, aren’t you? You want your master to take care of you, right boy?”

You nodded.

Lalo tugged the leash and gave you a firm command. “Habla. Speak.”

“Woof!”

He snickered again. God, you were just perfect for this. “Oh, good boy. I’m gonna have so much fun with you.” He tapped his hand on the bed. “Arriba. Up. Up on the bed, and then get in my lap.”

You crawled onto the bed, the smile never breaking from your face as you sat in his lap. Lalo’s hands dragged down your back, mapping the curves of your hips. He took his time admiring his new pet. “You can use words now, puppy. ¿Quieres tu patrón que te haga sentir bien? (You want your master to make you feel good?)”

You whimpered and nuzzled into his neck, trying to translate and then answer him in Spanish. “S-Sí, patrón… (Y-Yes, master…)”

Lalo’s hand made its way back up your spine, your breath shuddering as he traced his finger up. “Mírame. Look at me.” He took a handful of your hair and tugged your head off his shoulder. You let out a soft gasp and met his gaze. He was staring you down. Before, you’d felt calmed and nurtured by his attention. At this moment, you felt weak. Exposed. He was just so intimidating. He had you quite literally in the palm of his hand, right where he wanted you. He kept you waiting for longer than you would have liked, almost like he was sizing you up, trying to see when you’d break. Once your anxiety reached its peak, he pressed his lips against yours.

You sighed into the kiss and collapsed onto him, your arms slumping onto his shoulders, gripping his silk shirt. Lalo’s lips enveloped yours, his tongue pushing inside your mouth to swipe across your own. His teeth tugged your bottom lip. Since he was holding onto you by your hair, he slipped his hand through the loop of the leash and let it explore, groping your chest, your ass, your thighs, eventually letting his hand rest on your front between your legs, cupping you through your jeans.

Even though you were the dog, you praised your master, “Oh, fuck, Lalo...”

Your master yanked your hair back and reprimanded you. “No, no. You’re working. What’s my name?”

Panting like the dog you were, you tried to parse the meaning of his question. When you got it, you said it. “Don Eduardo…”

Lalo confirmed your answer, “Good boy,” and took your lips back in his. He released his grip on your hair and moved to unbutton your shirt, unwrapping you like a gift with his name on it, “Oh, chico, you have no idea how much I missed this.” He placed an open mouth kiss on your neck, just above the collar, “I missed that tight little hole,” and on the other side, “Always so wet and needy for me,” and bit down enough to leave you with a glaring mark.

You wanted to moan his name again, but hesitated. Lalo seemed to roll off the tongue more easily than Don Eduardo, especially when you lacked the brainpower to talk more than absolutely necessary. Thankfully, you recovered. “La-ah… oh, fuck, patrón…”

Lalo peeled your shirt off and let it fall to the floor. “Yeah?” He asked, biting on the other side of your neck. “You like that, puppy? Habla.”

This time, your bark wasn’t loud and confident. It was akin to the yip of an overstimulated Pomeranian. “W-Woof, woof…” you whimpered.

“That’s it…” He pried himself from your neck and tugged the leash. “Date la vuelta. Roll over. On your back.”

You scurried off his lap and onto the full expanse of the mattress, flopping onto your back with your knees propped up. It was much softer than the prison bed you two were on last time you did this. Lalo climbed over you and worked your pants off, then everything of his except his boxers. He pushed your legs apart and smiled at the visible wet spot in your underwear.

“Aw, perrito, look at you! I got you all worked up, huh?” He was honestly one to talk, judging by the tent in his boxers, but you weren’t about to argue, especially when his face was mere inches away from your core. Lalo slid your underwear off and threw it over his shoulder. He laid down on his stomach and pushed your thighs up to your chest, revealing your weeping, aching hole. He bit his lip at the sight, and flicked his eyes up to yours. “It’s good to see you again.” He said before diving in headfirst.

You gasped as his tongue swiped up and down your cunt, lapping up as much of your wetness as he could. He pulled away to warm you up some more, leaving wet kisses and sharp bites on your squishy thighs. The teasing made you whine, though not as loudly as he’d like. He took your t-dick into his mouth and started to suck, which gave him the exact response he was looking for.

“Ah! F-Fuck! Fuck!” You cried as your hands scrambled for something to hold on to. One found the sheets, and the other his hair. Keeping him still, you bucked your hips up and started to fuck his mouth, whimpering pure nonsense the whole time. Just combinations of “please”, “fuck”, “more", and the cutest little sounds he’d heard in a while.

Lalo let you have your fun. He even winked at you, which you interpreted as a signal for “Yeah, you like that?” He took one of his hands off your thighs and brought it down. You didn’t realize why, until you heard some soft grunting. You felt the mattress bounce, just a tiny bit, and strong vibrations against your cock. He was stroking himself, feverishly so, to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore.

Lalo ripped his head up and gasped for air. “Dios mío… (My god…)” He laughed breathlessly before getting off the bed and tugging his boxers down. “I hate to rush this, but… I don’t think either of us can wait any longer.”

He was right, of course. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since you got out of prison. No bars, no guards, no spectators, no worries. Just him filling you up and fucking you into the rest of your life, a life of luck, luxury, and lust. He hopped back onto the bed and positioned himself in front of you. You held your legs open for him, making it easy for him to slide inside. He gripped the base of his cock, and looked into your eyes for approval. You nodded, and he pushed in.

The sensation of being full was too much for you to keep quiet. Reflexively, you moaned his name. “Oh! Lalo! La-ah!” Your praise for him was cut short by a slap across the face.

“No! Bad boy!” He tugged you up by the leash to face him. “I told you, you’re working. And what’s my name when you’re working?” He snarled.

You hastily corrected your mistake. “Don Eduardo! Don Eduardo! I’m sorry, Don Eduardo!”

“Much better.” Lalo lessened his grip on the leash, allowing you enough slack to fall back against the pillow and hook your legs around his waist. He gave you a hard thrust, making sure he bottomed out inside you. Then another. And another, until he had a good rhythm going. His efforts earned him a slew of pathetic babbling from you.

“Don Eduardo! Don Eduardo! Ah! Fuck…! Fuck me! Please!”

As much as he loved hearing you beg, he didn’t want you bossing him around. He was the master here, not you. You were his dog, his bitch. He lowered himself down, pressing his elbows into the mattress, and shut you up with a kiss. You hugged him tight, whining into his mouth as he rutted inside you. He pulled away and growled into your ear. “Eso es. Tómalo. Tómalo, puto. Eres mío. Eres mío y de nadie más. Perteneces a mí, y voy a follarte como la perra que eres. (That’s it. Take it. Take it, whore. You’re mine. You’re mine and no one else’s. You belong to me, and I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you are.)

You couldn’t hear a word he was saying over your own cries and the obscene sounds your bodies made. He held you tight against him as he used your body like a toy. You couldn’t move or fight him off, not that you’d want to, but you were completely powerless, and in turn, he had complete power over you. From now on, at any time he wanted, he could clip a leash onto your collar and take you for himself. You’d spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, knowing that you could be stripped naked and fucked senseless at any moment. Exhilarating, thrilling, intoxicating, none of these words seemed to fully encapsulate what you were feeling.

You choked on his formal title as you pleaded for mercy, mercy that you didn’t expect to get. “D-Don Eduardo! Don Eduardo! I’m gonna…! Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, already? Is that right?” Lalo sneered and slithered one of his hands in between you two. He gripped your dick and started to stroke it, knowing that was the key to making you break. “Do it then! C’mon, puppy! Be a good boy and cum for me!”

You didn’t need him to tell you twice, or even once, for that matter. You orgasmed on his command, squirting hard enough to force his cock out of you. You sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed and overstimulated, clinging to him for support through it all. When it was over, you collapsed back against the bed, gasping for air and relief.

Lalo sat up for a moment, admiring how beautiful you looked when you were too pleasured to think: your face flushed, chest rising and falling, tongue hanging out of your mouth. You really were like a puppy, all tuckered out from playtime. It was adorable.

You stared up at the ceiling as you basked in the afterglow of climax. It was like lying on the beach at sunset. The warmth of your body heat being cooled by the dots of sweat on your brow; the oxytocin flooding your brain like waves on the shore. Blissful. Peaceful. Serene.

Yet you had no vacation time left to use. You were called in to work by your master slamming his cock into you and bringing you back to reality. You yelped and stared up at him in shock as he pumped in and out of your abused hole.

“What?” He scoffed. “What did you expect, doggy? You’re not finished ‘til I finish.”

You weren’t sure how many times he made you cum that night, but the last thing you remember was dozing off with his seed spilling out of you.

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You woke up the next morning in Lalo’s bed, alone. On his pillow, there was a note. You reached for it and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes to read it. It said:

Good morning, puppy! Great job yesterday! Come to the kitchen when you’re awake and I’ll cook you breakfast.

XOXO,

Lalo.

You smiled. He was so sweet. You folded the note and stretched to put it on the nightstand, but suddenly, you felt a jolt of pain in your bicep. Right, the tetanus shot. The numbing had worn off. Oh well, at least you could take the gauze off by now. You unwrapped your arm, and just as you suspected, there was a nasty bruise at the injection site. Going against better judgment, you pressed down on the mark. Something you felt shocked you enough to recoil, not the tender bruise itself, but rather the foreign object implanted underneath it.

That’s when it hit you.

When Lalo said you were gonna be his dog, he meant it. You were to be collared and at his beck and call 24/7, and in return he’d give you food, water, a place to live, companionship, everything a responsible dog owner should provide.

And what else do responsible owners do for their dogs?

They microchip them so they can’t run away.

#bcs #bcs x reader #better call saul #better call saul x reader #better call saul smut #better call saul imagine #better call saul headcanons #better call saul hcs #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #lalo salamanca imagine #lalo salamanca smut #lalo salamanca headcanons #lalo salamanca hcs #ftm reader #ftm puppy #lalo salamanca x ftm reader #perrito

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firefullofcorpses · 4 months

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INTRO POST

Hey traveler, let's start with...

THE BASICS (about me)

Please call me Ben, Jeff, Shel or Tay

I'm using he/him pronouns( they/them also acceptable)

I am arospec bisexual ftm.

I am a therian/factkin/fictionkin

I am a part of a lot of fandoms ( mainly helluva boss/ Hazbin hotel, gravity falls, MLP, Sherlock,HP, Sally face, Eddsworld...)

Some favorite bands: My chemical romance, msi ( music), tally hall, the cure, nirvana,

PEOPLE INTERESTED IN THERIANTHROPY, I HAVE OTHER BLOG

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That one is safe for minors without adult themes.

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Main POSTing

My posts will/does contain:

× Drawing/painting

× sharing/ "venting "

× pictures I took ( not about me but about my life, aesthetic)

× sharks/planes/deer/criminology/authors/taxidermy/ lost media

× about my paraphilias/fetishes

!!! I might post about G0re, necrophilia, Splanchnophilia and more themes which might be familiar!!!

I am a NON practising necrophile :)

I also have an interest in taxidermy, anatomy, true crime and collecting stuff ( especially bones and feathers), also love vinyl records and 1920/30's, might post about it too.

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I'm open for conversation/ texting.

Just be respectful, if you won't be respectful I won't be respectful towards you either.

Not that I Care, I love fights.

Also, I have the right to block you no matter if I wish to do so.

I'm willing to convo/ talk about ANYTHING.

I'm not an account to talk about any real war, I hate it, please leave it to politics and not on this blog.

What I DON'T support:

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Also please, don't flirt with me I'm taken and I love my boyfriend with my whole ass.

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Don't report, just move on.

(no idea who did the blinkie, but it wasn't me)

#intro post #introduction post #pinned intro #necromancer #nonhuman #actually necro

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booksbybrennon · 6 months

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✧*:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜

meet the main character: silas callisto turner

19 // he/him // astrophysics major

ftm, achillean

favorite drink: boba

favorite book: the darkness outside us

favorite color: space cadet blue

quote: “Nothing will change. Your past will be just as traumatic and cumbersome as it was the first time you lived it. You fall asleep nine years ago and hope you wake up in the present. At a certain point, the words “past” and “present” lose their meaning. But you keep a record, because you're a scientist. You track the days and study the data, but there's no pattern.

No equation.

You are at the mercy of the universe and you don't know why.”

✧*:･ﾟ✧ .・゜゜

Falling Into You - LGBTQ+ Romance w/ Sci-Fi Twist

Silas Turner, a Black trans college student in STEM, has been experiencing a strange phenomenon since he was young: his tomorrow's aren't always tomorrow. Seemingly at random, he falls into his past and relives hours, days, or weeks before returning to the moment he left. While dealing with the dysphoria from his time-trips, he tries to learn why this is happening to him and how to fix it. He only begins to find the answers when he meets Jude Forrester, a handsome and familiar stranger, who's been experiencing the same thing.

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#self published author #writeblr #queer author #Black author #book promo

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spider-bren · 1 year

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Good Boy | Clement Mansell x (ftm) Male Reader

Prompt: Haii! I requested the trans masc reader :) preferably neutral terms or afab language would be great as long as the gendered terms are all masculine (good boy etc) and Clement stuff in a car perhaps always peaked my interest :) Trans masc anon again :)) absolutely afab body terms and masc gendered terms! I think the only thing is just no mentions of chest would be great! And yes take place in the car.. maybe power bottom reader and such ;) you’re the best and I can’t wait to read!!

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Trans Masc Reader Tags: Car Sex, Dirty Talk, Power Bottom Reader, Implied Public Summary: You and Clement are dating and you unwind together after a hard day at work by having sex in his car

Author's Note: kinda ooc clem bc of his deal with old cars and old stereos. reader kinda makes him see the light in modern age tech lmao

Clement walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, shutting it with a loud bang. He snapped the can open and drank down the contents until it was almost finished. He wiped the back of his mouth, setting the can down before picking up the blunt from where he had set it down on the glass table in the middle of the room.

He took a long drag. He hummed a little tune off key and sat down on the armchair, one leg stretched out on the table and the other bent up. He was in his tight white underwear and red kimono. He burst out into song and pretended to play air guitar.

He checked his watch and realised it was time to pick you up from work. He slipped on a pair of dark jeans and a colourful shirt with his boots. Today he was driving a green Range Rover that he got not too long ago. He liked how his mixtapes sounded on the old stereos but you got him into recording it on a USB that he could play through the car speaker.

You were really invested in helping him with his sound, encouraging him and getting him the latest equipment to record it. He placed the USB into the slot, the chain you made him with a little microphone and an electric guitar dangling as he put the car into gear. He sang as he drove, fingers tapping on the wheel.

You walked out of the building just as he finished off the last note of the second song on his setlist. You chuckled as you set your work bag into the backseat and climbed into the passenger side. Clement looked up at you and smiled.

"Hey baby. You missed me? How was work?"

"It was okay. I missed you so much. I need some Clement cuddles."

"C'mere then." He patted his lap.

His legs spread, his arms open to receive you. You raised your brow at him.

"Right here?" You questioned. "In the middle of the parking lot?"

"We can always find a place quieter?"

***

You curled into his lap and immediately nuzzled into his neck. His scent and the warmth of his body was calming after a stressful day. His large hands firmly gripped your waist to pull you closer. He murmured sweet things to you. How he missed your body on his. How you were his perfect boy, how he couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"Please, baby," he begged. He needed you.

"I got you, Clem."

His hands roamed your body before landing on your thighs. He gave it a hard squeeze before slipping under your shirt to feel your stomach. He ran his blunt nails down your back, his breath heavy and already panting in your ear. You could feel him hard against you and you moaned at the feeling. You rolled your hips into him, hands gripped his shoulders. His body was hot on your skin. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants.

“God, you’re so hard for me.”

He thumbed your clit which pulsed under the pad of his thumb as he circled you. You maneuvered so that you slipped off your pants and underwear, sitting yourself on him again. He grinned at you. His eyes were dark in arousal, his hands held your waist as you eased in you inch by inch. His head fell back against the headrest with a thump. His eyelashes fluttered and his mouth opened on a moan.

“You feel so good, baby. My boy is always so tight for me.”

He looked so beautiful like this. Hair spiked up, eyes glistening blue, his lips moaning your name. You hand circled his neck to hold onto him as you worked yourself on his cock, grinding and rolling your hips in the way you knew he liked. He gasped out loud. His fists pulling at your t-shirt. You watched as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing hard, his jaw tightened as pleasure coursed through him.

“You’re so good. Clement loves when you ride him like this. Anyone could walk past us. Even the police. You’d like to get caught, wouldn’t you?”

You moaned, fucking down onto him harder as he thrust up. The car grew warm as your bodies grew sweaty. Soon, he was spilling inside of you, biting his tongue down on a moan as he came. You followed after, squeezing his neck a bit as you relaxed against him.

He chuckled into your hair and kissed your forehead.

#clement mansell #boyd holbrook #justified: city primeval #clement x trans masc reader #my writing

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sapphireskies15 · 1 year

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Twisted-Spider | Spidersona

“Stealing? Now why would you accuse me of such a crime? I’m simply borrowing it —— with the intentions of never returning it or paying.”

— Gabriel Banales

Meet Gabriel Banales, my Spidersona. He’s always causing trouble and laughing in the face of authority. He’s quick on his feet and ready for just about anything that comes his way.

Biography

Name: Gabriel Victor Banales

Current Alias: The Spider-Man

Aliases: Twisted-Spider, Spider-Riot, Rebel-Spider, Purple-Spider, Bug-Guy, Insect-Guy, Arachnid, Spider-Man, Wall-Crawler, Spider-Menace

Affiliation and Relationships

Affiliation: Unknown

Relatives: Camila Newman (née Banales) (mother), Jason Newman (father), James Newman (brother), Ricardo Banales (maternal uncle)

Marital Status: Single

Physical Characteristics

Gender: Male (ftm)

Height: 5’1 ft (61 in)

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown

Unusual Features: Pronounced canine teeth (fangs), retractable talons on fingers, dilating cat-like pupils

Origin and Living Status

Origin: Human mutate; bitten by a radioactive spider

Living Status: Alive

Place of Birth: San Diego, California

Personal Information

Identity: Secret

Citizenship: American

Occupation: Adventurer, vigilante, former photographer

Base of Operations: New York City

Criminal Record: Vandalism, shoplifting

“Just because they’re ‘not all bad’ doesn’t mean that the majority aren’t corrupt and shouldn’t be held accountable for their actions.”

— Gabriel Banales

History

*Working on it

Atributes

Powers

Organic Webbing: Is able to shoot organic webbing out of his wrists

Spider Senses: Can sense when danger is near

Superhuman Abilities: Enhanced physical abilities — Strength, Speed, Agility, Endurance

Night Vision: Able to seen in the dark

Wall-Crawling: Can stick to any surface

Talons and Fangs: Elongated canine teeth that secrete non-toxic paralyzing venom. Short retractable talons on the tips of his fingers.

Abilities

Gifted Intellect: Gabriel is an exceptionally smart science enthusiast, capable of constructing his own web-shooters

Skilled Photographer: Is a very skilled photographer from previously working for the Daily Bugle

Skilled Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Is very skilled with hand-to-hand combat, and can use anything in his surroundings as a weapon to fight back with

Marksmanship: Has impeccable aim with firearms

Bilingualism: Speaks both English and Spanish

Expert Inventor: Gabriel has used his intellect to create his own web-shooters and other impressive gadgets

Weaknesses

Delayed Spider Senses: Sometimes, his enhanced senses will delay or stop altogether for days. This makes it hard for him to properly do his job as Spider-Man, making him a liability.

Spinneret Blockage: Gabriel is unable to spin webs at times, usually lasting from a day to a few weeks, rarely months. The cause is unknown

Weapons

Web-shooters: Due to his spinneret blockage, he has made his own web-shooters as a backup for when his organic webbing isn’t working

Outfits

SpiderMan Suit

Casual Outfit

Playlist

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #procreateart #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse oc #spidersona #original character #idk what else to tag #Spotify

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transpapi10 · 14 days

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About The Author

Hi there, I previously made the decision to utilize my tumblr profile to record my experiences as a latinx trans man. When I first started my transition it was hard for me to find someone who had a similar lived experience as me. My goal is to be that for the next generations and even some of my peers. So let's begin with getting to know me a bit.

My name is Gabriel, I'm 29, FtM, Puerto Rican, and living in Colorado. I've been here for about a 1 1/2 years. I moved here after breaking up with my gf of 5 1/2 years. Before this I lived in Downtown Los Angeles. Moving was one of the best decisions I've ever made for myself.

I started my transition after I was honorably discharged from the U.S. Navy. I served 3 years and then succumbed to my depression. I started exploring who I was outside of the military and what I wanted to do with my future. I was 21 and newly civilian. I had so many options and am fortunate to have been afforded them.

Through research and therapy and reflection I found that I best aligned with the identity of Transgender Man (Female-to-Male).I had my first T dose in December of 2017 in Florida at the Miami VA. I was living with my gf for a little under a month at that point. Followed her to California, and we lived there until our breakup.

Through all that change and growth, I explred and tried to understand my sexuality. I went from straight to bisexual, until I finally landed on pansexual. I'll explain that in a whole separate post. For now I will say that exploring isn't a bad thing, we never stop learning about ourselves and the world around us.

I've been on hormones for almost 7 years, I've had top surgery and a hysterectomy. I am now waiting for a consult appointment to get started on my phalloplasty journey. My path for my transition is my own. Do not compare yourself to harshly against others in the community. I'm guilty of doing it and I will say that it wasn't for me. Some guys get inspiration, and I got there eventually, but at first I was extremely envious of them.

Tailor your transition to what your overall goals are. Think long and hard about what kind of future you want. Want kind of person do you want to be?

--Gabriel

Anything said on this profile is purely my own lived experiences. I do not and will not speak for the entire community or anyone else other than myself.

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your-berry-best-friend · 4 months

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imagine a world where everything is the same but things are sorted like the A03 tagging system.

Like there’s an app or sthm where people are just recorded and you can put in someone’s name and it’s just “mentions of suicide, hurt/comfort” like underneath their name? OR OR “trans ftm, depression, author projects onto the character”

good dystopian book idea right there

#imagine going to jail #and the police officer is tagged m/m #ao3 #Imagine a freshly born child is just tagged “baby”#Writing prompt maybe

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screechingsandwichhologram · 1 year

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guess who figured out the five reoccurring characters in their story while in the shower!!!! this guy!!!!

okay now its time to tell you who they are!!!! names are non existent lol

The Author: some european guy (not english speaking) who lived in a weird ass small town in like the 1800s. def gay. probably not cis? anyway he recorded "true" stories from the people in the town. only wrote twelve down, hence The Calendar Project. got fucking murdered after publishing the book. they never found his killer

The Translator: classic historian who found the book like,,, late 1800s early 1900s??? maybe idk yet. translated it into English and tried to bring it into popularity. failed miserably. anyway while translating he changed some key (read: gay) parts to make it more "suitable for the civilised english people". massive dickhead. died after translating it a car wreck. he was drunk driving. shown through Translator Notes

Annotator One: a trans teen in the 80s. the first person to check the book out in the library. he is aroace and ftm. doesn't realise it yet tho (its the 80s) but the book helps him through those things. only started annotating because he wants to be like the cool kids and he thinks that annotating a public library book is rebel cool kid behavior. meets a girl (who is trans!!!) and they become friends. after finishing reading, gets fucking murdered. same manner as The Author. poor kid. Shown through First Gen Annotations

Annotator Two: a nonbinary lesbian college student. the second person to check out the book. got given the book for free because its been sooo long since someone checked the book out. only started annotating/got the book because they need to annotate a book and write an essay on it for their first college class. they are planning on writing it about how gay the book is. they are sitting next to a very pretty girl in class. writes about their crush like half the book. after finishing the book, again gets fucking murdered. lol such a coincidence right ?? /s

The Monster: the thing murdering litterally everyone!!! (except the translator. he was going to get murdered the next day but then just got killed the in the car accident instead. dickhead.) kills people after reading the book. immortal. also is Annotator One and Annotator Two's friend. yeah, that's right !!! also appears in the background of each and every story in the book except for the December one because then they are a main character. shapeshifts so the only way you can tell is by the name. each name is an anagram!!!!!!!!!!

#original character #original story #characters #rain feathers original #please ask me about them. i need to think about them more often #one day ill actually write something about it . or create any sort of content

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literallykenmaandshoyo · 3 years

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Poly! Chuckle Sandwich Headcannons

Poly!Chuckle Sandwich (Ted Nivison, Charlie Slimesicle, and JSchlatt) x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Mentions of period, mentions of dysphoria (ftm and mtf)

Author's note: Hey hey happy pride! To fuel my trans masc queer heart, I am writing some gender-neutral poly stuff. I love all the chuckle sammy boys equally and think that all three of them deserve love.

-Mod Kenma

First and foremost, the three of them are idiots

It's a little overwhelming to be surrounded by three individuals who feed off of one another

Especially when Schlatt and Charlie do that monkey bullshit randomly

But you manage

Mornings with them:

Perfect tm

Charlie runs hot while Schlatt runs cold so it's perfect to be in the middle with Ted

It's like a sandwich (haha) where Charlie and Schlatt are on the outside and you and Ted are on the inside

Ted and Charlie are the early risers and usually have coffee ready by the time Schlatt wakes up

If you're also an early riser, you wake up with the two of them and make breakfast

If you sleep in, Ted and Charlie will wake up both of you and help you two out of bed to get breakfast

Most mornings are rather domestic with the four of you eating breakfast together then getting ready

Then the four of you respectively shower (there is not enough room for the four of you in one shower sadly), do your skincare routine, then do whatever is planned for the day

While the boys do whatever YouTube stuff they do, you're busy with school/work

They totally bug you when you're working

Like you can be working on your computer and you can bet your bottom dollar one of them will come up to you and just lean on you

Charlie is the one who reminds everyone to eat so when lunch arrives, the four of you eat together (same goes for dinner)

You are in videos occasionally

For example, you were in Ted's "What Liquid Works Best In Cereal"

You helped choose out liquids and stopped Schlatt and Ted from getting even worse liquids than the ones they picked

You also hugged Schlatt after he failed to drink the thick water (and you played with his hair and helped him when he physically felt ill)

You also gave Ted some head pats when he felt like throwing up too

Fans love you when you randomly appear in the background of Chuckle Sandwich

Like you'll be in the background giving Ted some water then you'll appear in the background of Schlatt and Charlie also giving them water

You've been in some of Schlatt's videos too

In his Jambo video, you were in some of the clips he used, petting the cat or playing with him

Well to be fair Ted and Charlie were in that video too but you get the point

Charlie videos are more chaotic but fun nonetheless

You helped him with his excavation video by doing it with him

You also had an outfit too but yours actually fit

While Charlie was being chaotic and breaking shit, you were doing the work and digging out the crystals

On days where nobody is working (recording, streaming, editing), the four of you have a lazy day

One of you pick a movie and cuddle up on the couch

These days are also take out days where someone orders fast food and the rest of you eat

These days are the best, you get to wear one of Schlatt's hoodies, Charlie's sweats, and a pair of fussy socks you stole from Ted when you first spent the night at his house

Most nights are the same as mornings and just as domestic

The four of you shower, do skincare and get comfy

For those who get periods: have no fear, your boyfriends are here!

If you even show slight discomfort, one of the three will help you

Need a heating pad? Schlatt already has it and is plugging it in for you

No appetite? Ted has water ready for you and something small to nibble on

Bleed through in public? Charlie has some clean clothes in the trunk of the car for you

They know that they can't understand 100% what you're going through but will try to help no matter

For those who struggle with dysphoria: your boyfriends are your own personal cheerleaders!

Not feeling masc enough? They're letting you borrow some of their clothes and make sure those around you four treat you with masc intentions

Not feeling fem enough? They'll take you shopping so you can pick out whatever frilly dresses you want or cute tops. They'll even let you shop for them too

Even though Schlatt is rougher than the three and seems kind of mean at times, he does try really hard to show how much he loves and appreciates you

Ted (or as you nicknamed him Teddy) is the dad of the group but he does it because he loves the three of you with his whole heart and wants to make sure you're safe

Charlie is like a puppy, he's full of constant energy online but is curious and loving offline. He'll hold the three of you in his lanky arms and treasure you for the rest of his life

#chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich x reader #ted nivison x reader #jschlatt x reader #charlie slimesicle x reader #chuckle sandwich headcannon #poly chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich podcast #jschlatt imagine #ted nivison imagine #charlie slimesicle imagine #slimesicle x reader #x gender neutral reader #mcyt x reader

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habitatimagines · 2 years

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BTW ABT THE FIRST ONE...SO sorry if i did overshare and feel free to cut anything out\not do stuff for it!

Not a problem! I’m glad to see someone’s excited I’m back lol. Also are you eldritch anon? I have a feeling you are-

Anyways I did snip the ask a lot just to not overwhelm myself but here’s essentially what the ask was

Let’s do this >:)

🦷 Habit with a quiet and reserved but excitable kid who struggles sometimes 🦷

🦷 - So at first he didn’t really think much of the kid, just figured they were shy and not very talkative. Which he was fine with.

🦷 - Boy was he in for a shOCK “:)

🦷 - About?? Several months into the friendship this kid starts going oFF, like way more sentences than they’ve ever spoken to habit within the past month or two.

🦷 - Boris is kind of naturally surprised but he can’t say that he isn’t pleased, he likes that this kid finally came out of their shell a little bit. As he was a little bit similar growing up.

🦷 - Kid might have to slow down at times, I hc that Boris isn’t really a fast talker himself so keeping up with conversations can sometimes be difficult.

🦷- He may not understand a lot of what the kid is talking about though, simply bc he’s Old(tm) and not really caught up with the trends. He’d definitely try out a couple of the kids interests to at least get a feel for them/understand them a little more.

🦷 - He’s definitely willing to hear the kid out on any worries/ anxieties they may have, whatever those may be.

🦷 - If they’re struggling with abusive parents he can absolutely help them on that front,, since *[looks @ dadbit]* he’s got a few problems with his own parents.

🦷 - Overall, he’d try to be a good friend to the kid and overall a nice parental figure.

- 🦷 BONUS TRANS HABIT HCS 🦷 -

For the record: I am not Trans so forgive me if some of this information is?? Incorrect/not as in depth, thank u ^^

🦷 - He’d try to help with the kids transition as much as he’s able to (depending on their relationship, if the kid is like his son or something ofc he can help but if it’s just?? Some kid he can’t do too much) since he himself understands what it’s like.

🦷- Will absolutely use the kids proper name & pronouns and will make note when to not use them (I heard that it’s not?? Right to use a trans persons name/pronouns if they aren’t out to a certain person)

🦷- If he’s able to, Habit will get whatever the kid needs in order to feel comfortable in their own skin (binders, hormone meds if he has that kind of authority, etc?)

🦷- If kid is ftm like himself (or wants to present more masculine) he will teach them how to bind safely, because of his household I think it wouldn’t be a long-shot to say he probably did it unsafely a couple times and learned the hard way.

#sfm #smile for me game #s4m #s4m habit #sfm boris habit #smile for me boris habit #smile for me habit #boris habit #trans headcanon #smile for me headcanons #sfm headcanons #s4m headcanons

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jamiethetrans · 3 years

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Old Habits Die Hard - Ch 1

Rita Calhoun x Transgender FTM Reader

AN: Same as the others, simply a repost.

But those who are new and haven’t read the story yet, I need to warn you (if you haven’t read the under title) that the reader in this story is a transgender reader who has changed their gender from female to male.

If this is not something you enjoy reading or isn’t fond of, I recommend you don’t read this story.

There will also be both F/M intercourse and M/M intercourse. (trying to sound professional instead of simply saying sex) though the M/M is very mild and not very long. There will of course be warnings in the author’s note before the chapter begins.

You’re warned

Good reading!

“I don’t know what to do Rafael… Carisi has left us to take your position and Kat is–“

“Out of control?”, Barba said interrupting her and Olivia gave him a look, her hands on her hips. The man could see how tense she was and sighed looking down.

“Liv… You’ll find a way. I know it”

Olivia sighed and looked out of the window. “What does your new boss say?”, Barba asked and she turned to him.

“Well he’s looking. Trying to find anyone really”

Barba nodded and thought is thoughts through and suddenly came to thought, Olivia immediately noticing. “What?”

“I might have someone in mind”

Olivia raised an eyebrow and Barba smiled as he stood from his seat. “I’ll call you”, he said and walked out of the office. Olivia stood back left with a frown and saw Amanda coming in as Barba left.

“What’s going on? Why’s he in such a rush?”

“He thinks he might have someone who can work here”, Olivia answered as she sat down by her desk and put on her glasses. Amanda sighed nodding.

“Oh. Still haven’t found anyone?”

Olivia shook her head and Amanda nodded in understanding. The older woman noticed the file in her detective’s hands and nodded towards it. “Is that the Henderson file?”

“Uh yeah. I found out he has a record. Assault and larceny. It says here that he was arrested three years ago for assault on one of his female coworkers from his previous job at the corner cafe down in midtown”

“Wait the corner cafe? The same where Briana worked?”

Amanda gave her a look. “You think it could be her?”

“I mean it’s possible. Does it say who the coworker was?” Amanda looked in the file and shook her head as Olivia stood from her seat and walked over to her. “Hhmm No”

Olivia sighed looking up and Amanda kept reading. “Although…”, she said and Olivia looked at her. “What?”

“It says the crew had heard them yelling pretty loud about some money issues. Says they yelled about the coworker owing money to Henderson”

The two women’s eyes met and they both knew what the other thought. “It’s her”

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You took a deep breath as you walked over to the weights and counted to three in your head before lifting it up. You felt your muscles tense and you held it for as long as you could, feeling yourself getting into even more shape. Your muscles getting bigger and stronger.

After a minute of holding it, you put it down with a bang and you took a deep breath. You heard the small sound of someone clapping over your music and turned to see a person you haven’t seen in a very long time, standing by the entrance to the gym.

A smirk creeped on your face and you put the weights back on their place before taking your water bottle, walking over to the person.

“Rafael Barba”

“Y/L/N”

You walked closer and noticed how much he has changed. “Nice beard. How long has that taken over that pretty mouth of yours?”

Barba rolled his eyes and looked around in the gym. He noticed you were the only one. Not that it was a mystery as to why. It was just past 2 am. “You haven’t changed”

“Neither have you”, you said right after and your eyes met. You smirked and walked over to your bag, putting your bottle inside. “May I ask why you’ve come here and interrupted me and my training in the middle of the night?”

“You still work down at homicide?”, he asked and you turned to him, meeting his eyes. You put down the bag and walked towards him, making him walk backwards. He felt his back hitting a large pole and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

You came up close and stood almost chest to chest, just inches from touching each other. You were almost a head taller than him. “Who’s asking?”

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“I’m sure we can figure something out” Olivia didn’t believe a word. But Fin had always supported her and it meant so much to her.

“How? I mean I haven’t heard anything from Barba and none of the other SVU precincts have the people for it. Everybody is short handed. Especially in this line of work”

Fin sighed and looked out of the window from Olivia’s office and looked at Rollins and Tamin. “I’m not so sure about Barba though”, he said and Olivia furrowed her eyebrows. She looked out of the window and saw Barba and you walking towards the office. Fin turned to his boss with a frown. “Who’s that?”

“I don’t know”

Barba knocked and opened the door. “Hey, who’s this?”, Olivia asked and Barba turned to you for a moment meeting your smirking face. “She doesn’t know?”

Olivia’s face met Fin’s and she raised an eyebrow. “Know what?”

You turned to her and held out your hand. “Y/N Y/L/N. Homicide. Rafael told me you needed people here” Olivia took the offered hand and smiled. “Yeah”

“Well it’s your lucky day then. I so happen to have written my resignation letter yesterday evening”, you explained and Olivia and Fin furrowed their eyebrows. And it didn’t go unnoticed by you. “And then Rafael told me about you needing people. How could I say no?” Olivia turned to Barba and the man smiled back at her. He knew she liked the idea.

“What do you think they’re talking about?”, Rollins asked as she sat by her desk and looked at Tamin. The other woman looked over at the office and noticed both Barba and you standing by the entrance.

“Hhhmm. Don’t know. Haven’t seen the guy before”

“You think he could be a new detective?” Kat scoffed. “New? Look at his body. I doubt there’s anything new about him when it comes to detective work”

Rollins frowned for a moment before the door to the office opened once more and all four people came out. “I’ll see you later”, Barba said turning to you and you watched him as he left the squad room.

“Alright everybody. This is Y/N Y/L/N. He’s our newest member of the squad so take him in and show him around”, Olivia introduced you and you turned to the two female detectives and gave them a charming smile.

“Hey guys. Nice meeting you”

“Y/N is from homicide but wanted something more and here he is”

They both greeted you and Olivia gave you a desk next to Tamin. “So. Homicide huh?”

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You walked into your apartment and immediately noticed the amount of letters laying on the floor. You sighed and picked them up, going through them as you walked further inside.

“Money, money, work”, you mumbled to yourself, putting the third to the side. “More money, money, money, work again” You put the last one to the side as well before putting the last of the letters in a pile of its own.

There was suddenly a knock on your door and you frowned and turned around. You had barely made it through your apartment and you already had visitors. You walked over to the door and opened it. “Captain”

Olivia gave you a smile, a nod in the process. “Y/L/N. Mind if I come in?” You shook your head and stepped aside.

She looked around as she walked in, a smile forming on her face. “It’s a nice place you got”, she commented and you met her eyes and nodding.

“Yeah… thanks” She walked over to the couch and sat down. You watched her from your kitchen as you stood by your island and she met your eyes. “How did you know where I live?”, you couldn’t stop yourself from asking and she chuckled.

“Barba told me” You chuckled looking down.

“‘Course he did”

“But there’s a reason I came here Y/N” You looked up meeting her eye and she looked down and her fingers for a moment before looking back up. “SVU is a vulnerable place. It’s different from homicide”

You looked down at your fingers, playing with the small golden ring on your finger. “I know Barba recommended you. And I believe he did for a reason”

You looked back up and met her eyes. She stood from her seat and walked over to you, standing on the other side of the island. “I read through your resume. I’m impressed. Graduated at the top of your class. The youngest person to ever finish the academy and become a detective”

You gave her a soft smile and she gave you one back. “Truly I just wanted to know if you’re ready for what’s SVU has in store. Like I said, it’s not like homicide or narcotics”

You stared into her eyes and she could see the determination in your eyes. “I’m ready”

She nodded and gave you a smile. “Good”

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“Docket ending 175438 the people versus Johnny Booth, how does the defendant plead?”

“Not guilty your honor”, the attorney answered and the judge turned to the A.D.A.

“People on bail?”

“We request remand your honor. The defendant is at high flight risk as he was taken at the JFK airport about to fly to California”, Barba answered and the defense attorney rolled her eyes.

“Mr. Booth was simply on his way to visit his daughter who’s in college in California.

“And that happened to be around the time he’s accused of rape?”

“Save it for the trial counselors. Bail?”

Barba sighed and looked down at his papers. “We request $50.000”

The judge looked at the defense attorney and she sighed nodding. “Well it’s settled then. Mr. Booth you will be remanded till someone can come and bail you out”

Barba sighed as the gavel hit the sound block and he turned to his old high school friend and gave her a nod. “You wanna come back to the office and talk deals?”

“In your dreams Rafael. We both know that’s a way too high bail”, she said and Barba frowned at her. “Then why not suggest a lower one?”

“I don’t have the time”, she said and walked out of the court room. Barba sighed and met Olivia’s eyes as she stood in the doorway.

“She sounded harsher than usual”, Olivia commented and Barba chuckled rolling his eyes as they walked out of the court room. “She’s just stressed. So how is Y/N with the others?”

“He’s doing good. Him and Kat are like best friends by now”, she said and Rafael chuckled. “And it’s only been like a week. I can’t even imagine how they will be when we’ve reached a month”

“Oh I don’t think you want to know”, Rafael mumbled to himself but Olivia heard it perfectly.

“What do you mean?”

He turned and met her eye and cleared his their. “Well he isn’t–“

“Hey”, a voice said and they both turned to see Rollins walking towards them.

“Hey”

“How did it go?”, the blonde asked and Barba gave her nod before continuing walking.

“$50.000 on bail”

“Good. Tamin and Y/L/N are with a victim. We got a call while you were in arraignment”

“Well let’s get back to the precinct and see what they’ve found out so far”, Olivia said nodding and the others nodded and followed her out of the court house.

They reached the precinct and immediately walked into Olivia’s office and watched you and Tamin take the girl’s statement.

“Alright Carol. With your statement and the rape kit, we have enough to take him to trial”, Kat said once she had finished taking her statement. You nodded in confirmation as you stood behind her, your arms crossed.

“Wow what?”

“What’s wrong?”, you asked and Carol gave you a terrified look.

“I-I don’t wanna press charges. I-I just…”, she trailed off and Kat sighed looking down.

“Carol–“

“If he finds out I did this, he’ll kill me”

You sighed and looked away while Kat leaned back in her seat. You walked out of the room and met Olivia, Barba and Rollins in Olivia’s office.

“She’s scared. There has to be a way to take him to trial without her taking the stand”, Olivia said turning to Barba and the man sighed.

“She’s the most credible witness that you got. Find me another victim or convince her”, he said and turned to you. He gave you a look before leaving the office.

You sighed and turned to look at the girl through the window. Kat and Rollins both noticed the look between you and Barba and furrowed their eyebrows, looking at each other.

“Alright Tamin, Rollins. Find out if this guy has other girls in his life”

They both nodded and left the office. Olivia turned to look at you. She noticed how you looked at the victim. How soft your eyes were as you watched the girl looking down at her fingers. “You okay?”

You turned to her and froze for a moment before clearing your throat. “Yeah. I’ll uh. I’ll go and see if I can find anything on the rape kit.

Olivia nodded and watched you leave the office before sitting back down by her desk.

#old habits die hard #rita calhoun x reader #rita calhoun #rafael barba #reader insert #reader #transgender reader

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