#hand gags in gay wrestling

[wrestlingarsenal]

I haven't seen Lon DuMont in a while, but he showed up in a match recently posted on Wrestler4Hire, and it's a good one if you're into Sleeper Holds. I'm not sure if it was recorded recently, or several years ago when Lonny was more active. (I hope it was recent, meaning Lonny is back in action, along with his cocky mouth and his unbreakable Hand Gag Sleeper Holds. But alas, I think this match is "From The Vault.")

From Wrestler4Hire, Lon DuMont vs. Mike B.

[zan0tix]

JAKE AND TRANSFEMININITY: PART 1

IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THIS im gona make a series of posts about jake because. Im crazy and i like writing (will also help me with writing my scripts bc im bad at doing that but im good at yapping on social media lol)

This first post will be about Grandpa Harley because yknow he was the foundation for Jakes text later.

(Take these with a grain of salt bc this is skaianet archive stuff) but Its stated over and over that HIC in both universes Despised Jake because he was a boy and saw him as an annoyance. (The reason he is even named Jake is because HIC just swapped a letter from Jane to make a male name) and this started a pattern of jake being waved off and disregarded.

Already day fucking one as a baby Jake isnt doing gender right😭 his name is a reminder that he isnt what people want him to be.

So he left home and sought off to find adventure at age 13. His shitty home-life already left him with a fraught relationship to his autonomy and control over his life (Again skaianet archives grab that Salt) But he gets groomed and taken advantage of by an older man. I believe this only further Jakes feelings of helplessness and desire to exert power over something.

Grandpa harley would then proceed to try so hard to embody the Old most admirable western masculine archetype to a T. The wealthy globe trotting adventurer/entrepreneur/inventor with female lovers galore and nothing tying him down! A mans man who isnt afraid to get his hands dirty, wrestle a few animals. Wield violence to exert power and control (hunting animals) I see this as his outlet to exert autonomy and establish an Identity for himself but its at the expense of innocent lives. But its how you are seen as successful and powerful living under patriarchy and imperial capitalism.

Though while being this stereotype of old timey masculinity, he has this fascination with a specific brand of femininity. A delicately composed vision, a photoshoot, a performance. Something unachievable.

Its something he brings everywhere he goes. The blue ladies photos and imagery litter both his Hauntswitch house and Jades island house juxtaposing all of his Trophies (taxidermied animals that he obtained through overtly violent masculine means) With his self titled “Beauties/Daughters of Eclectica” (IF THAT ISNT THE MOST OLD GAY MAN THING YOUVE EVER READ. BUT ANYWAY)

Hussie always describes it as “Haha old man jake is horny for blue ladies�� but i think the fact he views them as aspirational figures, and holds them in such high regard, Telling Jade that She should aspire to be like them and maybe one day she could take a place amongst them in their elegance and beauty I believe was him projecting; where he believes he isnt able to emulate them because he is a man so he tells jade to instead. (then we see teen jake who is living in more progressive times with his blue lady equivalents and he Directly attempts to Emulate them)

I think theres something more happening here guys nerm..

A. Claire was a Ballerina, A performer of a very traditionally feminine art that is calculated, asking for pin point accuracy with your body as the instrument. The fact he was her “Biggest fan” I assume he went to see alot of her performances and greatly admired her for her beauty and performance skills.

Ive said it before but I dont think he was attracted to her sexually, I think he wished he could be what she was. Embody a finely tuned image of femininity he was barred from ever exploring, so he was drawn to women who could do what he couldnt. And i believe he conflated his gender envy with attraction (teen jake does this too really hard but well get there later) because they didnt have the terms for gender envy or anything back then. Jake grew up in the 1920s. I assume he believed his feelings were average hetero attraction and not something deeper.

I feel like its an elaborate gag that Jake made himself into a straight up Caricature of the burly gruff Adventurer Man. His houses are overflowing with hunting trophies and weaponry like hes over compensating Its insanely comical when you know Really on the inside hes a gay man with a great affection and identification with the effeminate and is actually really loud about it but everyone brushes it off as “Haha what a kooky old geezer!” OBVIOUSLY ALL OF THIS FUNNY. Homestuck is a tragicomedy, everything is simultaneously one huge elaborate gag but also offering commentary on what its pointing and laughing at, in this case its cisheteronormativity (thats the same for an ungodly amount of cases with this work)

I find it tragic, poetic, and endlessly hilarious that his final moments were spent Roleplaying Heterosexuality with a doll He dressed up and put makeup on; made with his image of femininity, and he dies by his own gun, the same kind of weapons that he used to exert violence upon innocent animals in attempt to posture his masculine persona. The ones he arrived to earth with, he was pushed and destined to embody this image of masculinity because of the world he was sent to and the connotations of violence instilled into those weapons by society and reality by Lord English; a being his alt universe self played a great part in shaping. Who too wields a Gun as one of his signature weapons.

Blows smoke off the red hot irony pistols! 😉

PART 2 WILL COME SOON (will add link when it does)

[teencopandthesourwolf]

STFU!

for the @sterekdrabbles 30/09/24 challenge. the prompt words were VORACIOUS, LOUD, and MILK. also tagging @sterekdrabblesgonelong as this ended up going long (884 words) xp

also found HERE on ao3

rating: EXPLICIT

Derek finally caves, succumbing to Stiles's feral wiles and allowing Stiles to drag that disgustingly hot wolfy-ass beneath Stiles's not exactly fresh and not exactly sexy bed sheets, for what is the B-movie prelude to (god willing!) the night's main event that will hopefully see Stiles Stilinski getting royally fucked within an inch of his Gay Virgin life.

Stiles—albeit inexperienced in this department but very much making up for that with a voracious sort of enthusiasm, thank you very much—is in the middle of sloppily sucking Derek off. The werewolf's not actually knotted cock-end is currently mercilessly bumping the back of Stiles's throat (Stiles is loving the fact he's never had a gag reflex, and by all accounts so is Derek), before a mix of precome and spit is confusingly flicking up into Stiles's eyes and hair as Derek manhandles him to skillfully flip their positions, Derek now suddenly the one with a mouth stuffed full of steel-hard cock.

Stiles is instantly shrieking Derek's name like a lunatic (ha) at having Derek's brand-hot mouth clamped around him, so loud Derek has to shove all four fingers of his left hand into Stiles's mouth to essentially gag him—and hopefully desist any need the neighbours could have to call the Sheriff and tell Stiles's old man his only son might be getting his throat ripped out by a wild animal of unknown description.

It embarrassingly takes no time at all of Derek swallowing Stiles down like a champ (and giving his balls a glorious beard rash for him to jerk off over tomorrow) for Stiles to be dangerously close to shooting his load—directly into what feels likely to be Derek's fucking stomach at this point, because jesus fucking christ he's gonna come hard—and he finds himself slapping haphazardly and manically at the ball of Derek's shoulder with the palm of his hand, as if they're in an wrestling ring and Stiles is desperately trying to tap-out of a full nelson.  

“No-no-no! Stop-stop-stop, Der, please, you gotta—or I'm gonna, y'know, like I'll—and it'll happen, like—shiiiiiiit, oh, man, you cannot keep doing that with your tongue, big guy, or it's gonna be game over before it's even properly begun!” he manages to splutter out, indignant and rambling more than usual with the insane levels of pleasure now shooting throughout his body like a trillion miniscule lightning strikes.  

Derek, of course, completely ignores Stiles and absolutely keeps swirling his gorgeously warm and wet tongue around what is definitely the most intense hard-on of Stiles's eighteen years on this planet, like his dick is not actually a dick at all but Derek's favourite flavour of popsicle. Although, Stiles now knows that The D (or at least Derek Hale's fantastic D) does not, in fact, taste anything like any popsicle Stiles has ever consumed; it's maybe more like salt-water taffy, only with less sugar and a lot more salt and holy mother of god, Stiles loves, loves, loves it. And even trying his dumb best to distract himself from what he knows is the inevitable, to make this not-so-little slice of pure heaven last just a teensy bit longer, Stiles knows thinking about the taste of cock while getting blown by the hottest creature he's ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on is definitely not helping his situation one iota.  

Thank fucking fuck, Derek chooses this moment to relinquish the divine vacuum he's got going on between Stiles's inner thighs via what are probably now obscenely swollen-red lips, when he releases Stiles's erection with an incredibly filthy-sounding pop.   

Almost dizzy from the change in pressure around his junk, Stiles forces his head up to eye Derek (whose lips really are an obscenely swollen-red, which is even more outrageously hot than Stiles had imagined) just as Derek says, “I'm about to suck your deranged brain out through your pretty cock, Stiles, then I'm gonna milk you dry until you're begging me to stop. So, you better hang on to something, and be careful not to bite your tongue off when I stab mine into your slit and use it to fuck your dick till you're crying, okay?” as if he's talking into the McDonald's drive through speaker to order himself a Big Mac meal with large fries and a shake, and not unknowingly acting out a spank-bank worthy scene from one of Stiles's wet dreams. 

Hell, Stiles all but comes, there and fucking then, because who the fuck says shit like that?! 

His face is doing what must be a very strange mix of a smile and a frown as he just about manages to pathetically whine the words, “But Der, oh my god, I really, really need you to fuck me!”

And yeah, he's practically crying already.

Fuck off.  

Derek grins, then, and Stiles doesn't think he's ever been more his wild wolf-self as he licks his canines and growls out, “What makes you think I won't be taking advantage of what I know is your excellent refractory period, to make you orgasm like a fucking freight train, at least twice, before I rail your tight little ass until dawn and give you several more, hmm?” 

And—honestly, Stiles has never shut the fuck up faster in all his life.

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! If it's ok, can I request the FNV companions + Vulpes with a fem courier who is strictly a top and won't accept a submissive role no matter what? I need more top fem courier in my life.

(Also, you can exclude Arcade since he's gay and I respect his sexuality).

FNV Companions (+Vulpes) With a Top F!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Misogyny, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic ➼ A/N » UGHH top fems give me life, Nonnie, thank you

Boone loves being with a top in bed and has no problem allowing someone to take control of him during sex. Just as he's not much of a talker, he's also not always much of a dom. So, when he finds someone who can naturally take the lead, he's about ready to fall head over heels for them. Boone considers himself a switch, but he turns to putty whenever he can find a woman willing to take the initiative and boss him around. He has no issue being able to sit back and do as you command and would almost beg you to do so. It just feels natural to him, considering he's a veteran. Taking orders is what's familiar to him, and he has no issue admitting it.

Raul doesn't take you seriously at first. He just chuckles and goes along with what you're doing in more of a joking way, but he very quickly begins to understand that you're being genuine when you continue to order him around. It's a nice change of pace for the ghoul. The other times he's slept with a woman, it's usually him on top, so having this switch in roles is new for him and very welcomed. He follows along with your instructions easily. Whatever you need him to do, wherever you want him to be, he'll obey without much thought at all. In fact, he finds that he likes being with someone a bit more dominant than he is. Mostly because it means he can probably just lay there while you have your way with him (he's old, give him a break).

Cass has mixed feelings on the matter. On the one hand, she loves that she's finally met someone who can match her more firey personality, but on the other, she wants to be the one in charge. You'll have to wrestle with her for a bit before either of you can take on the dominant role for that night. It's a bit hit or miss with her as she can be very determined when it comes to things like this, but if you manage to pin her down hard enough, you should be able to have your way with her. Another thing to note, Cass loves it rough and wouldn't mind if you decided you needed to put her in a couple feet of rope to keep her still. Just a thought.

Veronica doesn't mind. In fact, she kinda likes having a more dominant partner. Being in a submissive role makes her feel more feminine, and if you can get her while she's in a dress, she'll be even more excited and willing to obey. One thing about Veronica is that she's a talker, especially during sex, and she's never against a bit of teasing or gagging to get her to quiet down. In fact, they go a long way when trying to get her off. She's more than willing to be put in her place and would do whatever was commanded of her, especially if you called her pretty while you did so.

Vulpes hates it. He wants to be the one in control, especially during sexual encounters. So, when he has to fight you for dominance, he gets a little pissed off. Not only does he find it to be incredibly disrespectful, but he deems it to go against the 'natural order' of things. Vulpes is a strong believer in the idea that women should be subservient and obedient to the men in their lives and will make it very clear to you how he feels. He'll bite you and try to overpower you, but if you tug his hair hard enough, there's a chance you'll be able to gain the upper hand in the situation and finally get him to relax into a more submissive role. Truthfully, though, he doesn't mind it all that much. He just doesn't like allowing a woman to order a man around. He thinks it's wrong, but as long as you keep quiet about this interaction, he will too.

[slvttforroman]

You know you can - R.R

Part 1 !

This is going to be my first smut so if it’s bad then im sorry but enjoy reading !!

Warnings: swearing, straight up nasty smut, gay, no protection ( wrap it before you tap it )!

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Roman is about to go out and attempt to retain his title , it’s Wrestle-mania 40 and he’s about to face Cody Rhodes, but oh my fuck, he looks so good today. His hair slicked into his bun, his eyes looking up intensely, his muscles dripping in oil and sweat, his biceps flexing. The things i would to him if i wasn’t his personal assistant. You see Cody Rhodes entrance music hit and Romans breathing starts to get heavier, he’s obviously nervous, i just wish i could help him..

“ Your entrance music is starting in 30 seconds, get ready to be the s- stutters , good luck out there, i know you can do it” - Y/N

I had to say it in a hoarse voice straggling to hide my arousal.

he looks up at me intensely, with a nervous smirk

—

I’m sitting , waiting impatiently and then i hear Cody’s music begin to play signalling Cody’s just won the match. That means Romans gonna be pissed and im not ready for that cause he can get angry but it’s still hot.

A couple minutes later, Roman barges past me and storms straight into his locker room, the smell of sweat and must wafted past me. I started to debate whether i should go attempt to comfort him or just leave him alone.

I finally built up the courage to walk in and then i get greeted with Roman, unbuckling his belt with his big , strong and veiny hands pulling down his trousers. I feel a bulge starting to pulse out and Roman just stands there and carry’s on undressing even though he knows i was watching. I think he noticed he noticed my arousal and looked down at me, giving me that fuck me kinda look.

I don’t hesitate to walk closer, i lock the door behind me and then i begin to wonder what could be happening next. He still undressing till he’s completely stood there in his red, sweaty boxers still looking down at me.

“Are you gonna come and help me then , or you just gonna stand there like a horny slut” he says.

I don’t hesitate to walk closer, and just stand there, looking up to the guy i fantasise about every night, realising what’s about to happen.

He starts to sit down in the chair, opening his legs and his boxers pressing against his hard cock, the boxers can barely hold it in.

“I can see it’s being caged in there, how about i give you a little help” I say finally after gaining enough confidence

“I would love to have some of your help” he says in a deep, raspy, out of breath voice.

I begin to put my hands into his boxers, starting to feel what’s about to destroy me. I can hear him mumbling and i couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to pull down his boxers, revealing the biggest, thickest cock i have ever seen. It’s already dripping with pre-cum, and before i get a chance to breathe, his hands grab my hair and pull me in towards his cock.

All i could smell was his body oils and i didn’t hesitate but begin to tease him.

“Be a good boy for me, and deep throat this cock” he says whilst groaning

I start to kiss the tip and then all of a sudden his hands grab my head roughly pushing it down making me take it all, i gag when it hits the back of my throat and my dreams have come true. He begins to dirty whisper my name and tell me how much he wants to fuck me and destroy my insides.

He pulls me off his cock and begins to put his lips on mine, making out with me till i can’t breathe. Feeling his warm breathe on my face, just making me crave his cock more.

“I hope you know, you aren’t getting away this easy, i don’t go easy, are you ready for me?” he groans with a slight rasp in his voice

“I am more than ready for you, just make me feel the best i’ve ever felt” i say begging on my knees.

All of a sudden, my mouth is being roughly fucked. His cock making me gag the most i’ve ever gagged, whilst he’s moaning in my ear, begging for more

“oh fuck baby, your throat feels so good, don’t ever stop”

I stop sucking to start licking his balls, the sweat dripping in my mouth, i start to jerk his cock, making him moan my name even more.

“Oh fuck baby, i can’t wait to finish inside you” he says whilst his cock is throbbing in my hands.”

—

All of a sudden, he’s stood up towering over me, he grabs me by my shirt and pulls me up, ripping it off, and drags my trousers down and bends me over the table. Before i got a chance to speak, his hand wrapped around my mouth and he whispered in my ear:

“Are you sure your ready for my cock”

I was going to reply but was stopped by his massive hands that wrapped around my whole faces. His hands smelt so fucking good and all i wanted , was his cock deep inside me right mine.

He begins to pull my boxers down, revealing my fat ass, throbbing for his cock. He begins to tease me with his cock, i can feel it pressing against my ass. He pulls my hair back and makes my back arch so he can kiss my lips.

“I’m about to rearrange your fucking guts, cause you’re such a good boy for me aren’t you” he says whilst moaning my name so fucking loud.

He kisses me one more time, before pushing my head into the table, holding me down with his strong muscles whilst spreading my ass.

He moans, “fuck your so wet” and he begins to spit on my hole and said “your such a whore for me, aren’t you?”

I beg for him to just fuck me hard and he just keeps teasing. And then all of a sudden, his cock goes in, all at once, and i realise what i’ve got myself into. His cock is just sitting deep inside me, his groan whilst it slides in, made me moans his name so loud and he aggressively spanked my ass and says aggressively

“If you scream one more time, i’ll have to punish you, be quiet for me”

He starts to thrust his hips back and forth, his groans getting louder but he’s trying to keep it down but he can’t help but moan at the feel of my hole throbbing on his cock. He pulls my hair back whilst fucking me so rough.

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I’m sorry if it’s a bit long but as i said this is my first ever smut so i hope its okay and enjoyable for my fellow gay roman fans. Give some feedback, part 2 will be out some point this week !

I won’t just be posting gay, i’m gonna explore all kinds of story’s and won’t just be smut, so follow for that.

Thank you for any support this gets

I hope you enjoyed❤️

[pannas-boy]

JJBA: Golden Wind Ficlet

Pairing: Pannacotta Fugo x OC, Pannacotta Fugo x Luca Carpaccio

Summary: Luca has a rough night out, Fugo saves the day.

TW: Non graphic injuries, light wound cleaning, needles, brief mentions of death, mentions of homophobia and assault, f slur (i have been called this and i do identify as a gay man, don't come for me)

Word Count: 3.7k+

“Where have you been?” Fugo spat as he sat up in bed. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

Silent, Luca stumbled into the room, head lowered. Fugo scowled as the older teen stepped into the dim light of the lamp. A curse slipped past Fugo’s lips at the sight of blood down Luca’s yellow top, cuts adorning his face.

“Luca, what happened?”

“Dejame en paz.” Luca growled as he scurried around the room, gathering his clothing.

Fugo shut his book and set it aside, eyebrows furrowed. “Luca, what on Ear-”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Luca’s head snapped up. “Maybe I should say it in English. Leave me the fuck alone, you scumbag.”

Fugo froze, stunned. Luca turned and staggered back into the hallway, teetering toward the bathroom. He shut himself in the dark room with a groan. He flipped the switches on the wall, bathed in light and an extremely irritating ticking from the extractor’s motor. He clutched the counter with white knuckles, attempting to steady himself in front of the sink mirror. With a wince, he gingerly touched the gash in his forehead.

“Luca.” There was a knock at the door.

The boy jumped, tears welling in his eyes. “Man, just leave me alone.”

“Carpaccio, come on.” Fugo persisted.

In response, Luca summoned his stand, the mecha manifesting outside the bathroom door, armored shoulders squared. Luca dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He shrugged his sweater off before pulling at his shirt, jaw clenching with the bitter stretch of his skin. There was another knock on the door, accompanied by a repeated hiss of his name. Luca continued with the task at hand, wrestling with the fraying ace bandages confining his torso.

“Let me in, jackass.” Fugo huffed.

Luca winced as the bandages came undone, the cuts in his chest burning. “Fuck.” He gritted his teeth, stomach flipping violently.

Bright red blood stained his skin, the color drained from his face, and he gagged.

“Please, Rat Race.” Fugo turned to the manifestation of his roommate and partner’s soul, eyebrows knit together. “I just want to help him. Let me in.”

Light headed and trembling, Luca heard the doorknob click, a mechanical claw entering his view to sign their shorthand for an apology. He couldn’t manage to protest, the hinges of the door creaking as a visibly upset Fugo pushed the door open. The apprehensive honey blond was greeted by a ghostly pale Luca, skin splotched with blood, an arm tightened around his chest as if his life depended on it.

His dignity indeed did.

His eyes were glossed over, tears streaming down his grimy, bruised face. Distraught with Luca’s poor state, Fugo marched into the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind himself. Luca stiffened as Fugo strode toward him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, his other hand loosely gripping his hip. He turned him toward the tub, his knees locking as Luca stiffened, hands clamped on the counter.

“Please don’t-”

“You’re going to pass out, you cannot do that covered in blood and dirt.” Fugo spoke softly. “I just need you to trust me.”

Luca let out a shaking breath. “I might throw up.”

“That’s why we gotta get you in the shower, man.” Fugo gave his hip a light squeeze. “Come on.”

Luca groaned as he let Fugo push him toward the tub, holding his shoulders steady as he swung his trembling legs over the ledge, lowering himself against the cold ceramic, the leftover drops of someone’s shower quickly soaking into his boxers. He felt his blood drain further as goosebumps broke out on his limbs, a wave of frigid air hitting him.

“Hey.” Fugo crawled into the tub behind him, twitching fingers gripping Luca’s shoulders as he settled around him, legs encapsulating him, chest snug against his back. “Just breathe, it’s okay.”

“Y-your stupid s-suit’s gonna get fu-fucked up.” Luca’s jaw began to tighten as his words tangled in his throat, his skin growing incredibly hot.

“Shut up.” Fugo’s arm encompassed him as he leaned forward, turning the water on. “Sorry.” He hesitated. “I’m not gonna let anything else happen to you. I just want to help.”

The shift in Fugo’s tone caught the older teen off guard, but he found his body put at ease beneath the light brush of the Italian boy’s fingers. Luca relaxed in his hold, head lolling back against Fugo’s shoulder. In silence, Fugo soaked Luca’s dark ringlets, showering himself with water in the process.

“I’m sorry.” Luca muttered, entirely fallen against his partner, eyelids heavy.

“You don’t need to apologize.” Fugo huffed, skittishly rinsing Luca’s wounds.

The honey blond scooted back in the tub, pulling Luca to lay further against him, arm cradling his neck. “I’m gonna wash your hair, I’ll do my best to keep the water out of your face.”

“I really don’t want to-”

“Luca, your cuts are deep, they could get infected.” Fugo held the shower head off to the side, his neck craned to meet the brunet teen’s eyes. “I can’t stitch you up if you’re dirty, it’s not safe.”

Luca fought the tears welling in his eyes as he tried to relax in Fugo’s grip, instantly overwhelmed as the water stream hit his scalp. Fugo propped a knee up, shifting Luca’s weight onto it as he ran his hand through Luca’s hair.

“Can you hold this?” Fugo held the shower head above Luca’s stomach. “It’ll help keep you awake.”

Luca nodded slowly, trembling fingers slowly wrapping over the metal, nestling perfectly between Fugo’s as he took it from him. “Please don’t get soap in my eyes.” He croaked.

Fugo gave a sharp chuckle. “I won’t. Keep talking, it’ll distract you.” His fingers worked through Luca’s curls, lathering shampoo through them.

“I still feel like I might throw up.”

“You have to let me know if you’re going to so I can help you sit up.” Fugo’s tone was stern, but his voice came softly, his hands working diligently to clean Luca’s hair.

“Okay.” Luca’s eyes squinted further shut as Fugo took the shower head, rinsing the soap from his curls. “I’m really uncomfortable.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Fugo’s response came without the skip of a beat, his hand cupping Luca’s hairline as he kept the water away from his face. “Where were you, Luc?”

“Couldn’t s-sleep-” A hiccup tore through his throat, followed by a fat tear streaming down his cheek. “J-just wanted to go f-for a walk.”

“Hey.” Fugo cooed. “How’s your head feeling? Is your vision spotty?”

Luca shook his head, a sob threatening to bubble through his lips. “T-they did-didn’t even get m-me that h-hard.”

“What happened, Luca?” Fugo handed him the shower hose again, arm winding around Luca’s middle once more, free hand focused on gingerly prodding at his tender cuts.

“Ow.” The brown eyed stand user hissed, squirming against Fugo’s torso, gritting his teeth.

Fugo’s jaw clenched as he eyed the battered teen in his arms, bruises and welts covering his latte-shaded skin. He felt the familiar incomprehensible rage fill his head, the water steaming around him as he clutched his partner, knuckles white.

“Am I gonna need stitches?” Luca whimpered.

Fugo grimaced. “Probably a few.” He watched the teen’s brows knit together. “You’re cleaned up though. I can stick bandaids over most of them, too.”

Luca groaned. “Can I put a shirt back on now?”

Fugo’s skin suddenly burned as he glanced down the curves of Luca’s body, painfully aware that he was barely dressed. He swallowed hard, hands stiffening as they skimmed his soft skin, settling on the hem of his boxers. He felt his chest tighten as his lungs fought to keep air in them.

“Let me bandage your chest up first.” He breathed out. “It’s a deep cut.”

Luca nodded slowly. “Can you help me sit up?” He turned his head away, eyes shut. “Please?”

///

“Were they stand users?” Fugo gently ran a towel through Luca’s curls.

His voice was soft, his intentions made clear by his simple questions and gentle touches. He wanted to help.

“No.” Luca scoffed. “They just got a one-up on me, I didn’t realize they were talking to me for like a solid block.”

“What?” Fugo’s eyes narrowed as he tossed the towel aside, leaving it for when he would inevitably be unable to sleep, meaning he would clean the room at the peak of dawn.

His wet clothing had been discarded on the ground, traded for a loose pair of boxers and a black t-shirt. He combed his fingers through Luca’s hair, gingerly tucking his brown strands away from the cut across his forehead.

Luca’s lips curled into a scowl as he bowed his head, limbs shaking. “They were calling me a faggot. I didn’t realize they were talking to me.”

Fugo’s chest seized. The slur had been hurled at him endlessly throughout his life: at school, on the streets, the prison. His trembling hands balled into fists, his fingernails sure to mark crescents into the skin of his palms. He let out a sigh, uncurled his hands, and rested them on Luca’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

Luca shrugged. “It’s whatever. Once I caught my breath, it was fine.”

“Was the blood all yours?” Fugo gripped the underside of his desk chair, spinning Luca to face him.

He was met with large, glinting brown eyes, Luca’s thick brows furrowed, a pout pulling at his lips. The color had begun to return to his skin, the tip of his nose quickly reddening. Fugo cocked his head, dark eyes narrowed.

“What’d you do to them?” His voice was low.

Luca’s eyes darted away, his chest rising and falling at a more sporadic pace. “Rat cracked someone’s head open.”

Fugo’s blood ran cold, distraught by the haunting resemblance to his own situation years prior. “Are you okay?”

Luca shrugged. “I wanna go to bed.”

Fugo nodded. He pursed his lips as he placed a finger under Luca’s chin, tilting his head upwards. Luca let his eyes flutter shut, unwilling to meet Fugo’s gaze. The standoffish teenager made him nervous. The older teen wanted nothing more than to be amicable, but he was sure his presence annoyed the teen. Luca knew better than to hope for more, convinced that Fugo was aware of his worth, fully cognizant that he himself would be an inadequate match for such a regal boy. He shuddered as Fugo grazed the cut on his forehead, his hot breath fanning over his skin. He chalked the butterflies in his stomach up to nausea from his aches, unwilling to ponder the intricacies of his sexuality, much less so in tandem with his gender.

“Okay, this needs stitches.” Fugo whispered, reaching for the first aid kit he’d brought in from the bathroom. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

Luca winced at the thought of a needle dragging through his skin. He nodded slowly, hopeful for a second out from under Fugo’s gaze. He failed to realize that Fugo’s wet pants were on the floor next to him, a belt looped around the waist. Fugo crouched over Luca’s lap, one hand grabbing his thigh as he tugged the belt free and folded it into threes. He let go of Luca’s thigh, hand finding his face instead, tapping his cheek. Luca begrudgingly opened his mouth, digging his teeth into the leather belt. Fugo fiddled with the needle and thread, eyeing Luca with a weary look on his face.

“Do you want to see the needle or would that be worse?”

Luca screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head furiously.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Fugo grabbed his face again. “Stop doing that, you’ll make yourself dizzy again. You just started to get rosy for me, Lu, come on.”

Luca huffed to the best of his abilities, his nostrils flaring as Fugo’s fingers settled against his temple, the other hovering over his eye as he began to close the cut up. Luca clamped his teeth down on the belt, his skin growing hot as his head spun.

“You’ve gotta stay awake, Luca.” Fugo spoke in a harsher tone than he had all night. “You cannot pass out with a needle this close to your face.”

Luca let out a sharp whine, gritting his jaw. Fugo made quick work of the cut, tying the knot on the thread. He glanced down at Luca, concerned at the sight of his thick lashes fluttering.

“Luca?”

The older teen hummed in response, his eyes popping open.

“I’m worried you have a concussion.” Fugo grabbed the small sewing scissors from the kit, cutting the threat of the stitch.

Luca winced, pulling his head away and letting out a shaky breath, the belt falling into his lap. “My bars look fine.”

“What does that mean, Luca?” Fugo’s frown deepened as he surveyed the boy.

“My stat bars. They’re yellow but they’re still pretty high.” He stifled a yawn. “I am actually really tired.” He lifted his arm to rub his eyes, wincing as his chest contorted.

Fugo brushed off the unease that Luca’s statement had brought, opting to focus on the discomfort visible on his freckled face. “That needs stitches too.”

Luca shook his head. “I’m not taking my shirt off again.”

Fugo rubbed the bridge of his nose, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “I understand that, Luca, but I don’t feel comfortable letting you fall asleep without taking care of that.”

Luca’s face turned sour as his eyes swung upward. “Then get Abbacchio.” He paused, his face and posture softening as he looked away. “I’m sorry.”

Fingers shaking, Fugo shook his head. He knew couldn’t take it personally, Luca’s distress pinned to his sleeve.

“Do you want Abbacchio?”

Luca shook his head, shoulders shaking. “No.”

“Let me grab one of my button-ups, it’ll keep you covered and I can still take care of you.” Fugo whispered.

Luca nodded slowly, feeling the heat of Fugo’s body disappear as he padded toward the closet, fishing for a shirt he thought Luca would like. He returned with a blue and white striped long-sleeve, offering it to the older teen.

“Thank you.” The curly haired boy muttered, grasping the soft fabric between his fingers. “Could you… turn around? Please?”

“Oh.” Fugo nodded, cheeks red. “Yeah, I’m sorry.” He spun on his heel, facing the window.

His heart thumped in his chest as he realized the gap in the curtains reflected Luca from over his shoulder. He watched his roommate shed his baggy t-shirt, thin figure fully exposed, blood soaking through the bandage taped over his chest. The teen pulled Fugo’s shirt on, covering himself to the best of his abilities, the tips of his ears quickly gaining color.

“You can look now.” He whispered.

Fugo spun back around, skin slick with sweat as he looked Luca up and down. He’d peeled his wet boxers off, his soft thighs peeking out from beneath the hem of Fugo’s shirt. The honey blond swallowed hard, sinking back into the bed, hands cautiously reaching to tug at Luca’s collar.

The older teen’s body ached, his eyelids growing heavy. His sense of awareness began to fade as Fugo’s hands ghosted over his skin, needle grasped between two nimble fingers.

“Lu.” He warned, watching the boy’s head dip as his body caved forward. “Luca.” He quickly tucked his shoulder beneath the Hispanic’s chin, pushing him back upward.

He rested his elbow against Luca’s collarbone, wrapping his hand around his jaw, holding him upright. He gave the boy’s head a soft shake, tapping his knee against Luca’s.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Luca slurred, lids falling shut as he pushed his face into Fugo’s palm.

“Almost done.” Fugo cooed, thumb stroking Luca’s face. “This is the last one, it’ll be quick.”

Luca whimpered, struggling to balance his weight, eyes closed as Fugo’s calloused fingertips swept over his skin. He snipped the thread, fingers tapping against Luca’s cheek as he rummaged for a bandage.

“Lu.”

Luca didn’t respond, his lids falling shut as he fell further into Fugo. The younger teen huffed as he pushed the first aid kit onto his preferred side of the bed, clearing half. He slowly got to his feet, bending at Luca’s side to wrap an arm beneath his knees, the other winding around his waist. He hoisted his partner’s frail figure into his arms, gently laying him down on the bed. Luca grunted as Fugo’s cold hands left his hot skin, his figure still looming over him. The brown haired stand user drifted between states of consciousness, goosebumps breaking out along his chest as Fugo bandaged him.

“You’re all done.” The younger teen whispered, eyes scanning Luca’s exhausted form.

He sighed, watching Luca’s dark eyes finally roll into the back of his head as his breathing deepened. Fugo ran a hand over his face before unfolding the blanket at the foot of the bed, draping it over Luca with trembling hands. He locked their bedroom door, shut the lamp off, and crawled into bed beside him.

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Fugo shifted, rolling onto his stomach. He tightened his arm around the weight tucked into his side, relishing in the warmth pressing against his skin. He cracked an eye open, met with Luca’s brown mop of hair, thick curls sprouting from the crown of his head. Fugo readjusted his head against his pillow, eyes mapping the constellations of freckles painted across Luca’s face. He let out a soft breath before untangling himself from his roommate and slipping out of bed. He slid into his slippers, moving quietly. He tugged gently at the sheets, composing his side of the bed. He took another second to admire Luca nestled in his bed before leaving the room, shutting the door as quietly as he could.

Luca huffed as the lock clicked back into place, irrationally discontent with the sudden lack of warmth beside him. He flipped onto his stomach, pulling the blanket tighter over his shoulders. He buried his head into Fugo’s pillows, engulfed by the scent of cinnamon and fresh laundry. He found himself tranquil in his roommate’s bed, eyelids growing heavy once more as his body relaxed, mind becoming hazy. Despite the initial anger that waking up in Fugo’s hold had caused in him, he found the teen’s arms were much more comfortable than his floor. He’d felt safe, tucked between Fugo and the wall, the bedroom door far from him.

He shifted back onto his half of the bed, curling onto his side. He let himself melt against the mattress, knees tucked to his chest, arm beneath his head. Unbeknownst to him, he’d fallen asleep, completely ignorant to Fugo reentering the room. The honey blond clicked the door shut, thin fingers clutching a coffee mug, dark eyes focused on Luca’s sleeping figure. He crept across the room, setting the mug down on his bedside table. He looked down at his clothing from the night before with a frown. He’d managed to sleep through most of the night, wrapped around Luca each time he’d awoken. He shifted the wet clothing into the drenched towel, picking the bundle up and shuffling toward the bathroom.

He elbowed his way into the bathroom, dumping the mass of fabric into the tub, to be dealt with after he tended to Luca. He wiped his hands off on the hand towel hung behind the door before pulling it open, trudging back through the hallway to the bedroom. He twisted the knob, stepping into the room, pausing in the doorway. Luca was safely tucked into the bed, his small body moving with each breath. His eye socket was bruising, his dark ringlets pushed away from his face, his cuts visible. Fugo sighed as he shut the door, brows knitting together as he shuffled toward the bed. He perched on the edge, shaky hand reaching for Luca’s thick, dark waves.

“Hey, Luc.” He tapped his fingers against the older teen’s scalp. “I have coffee for you.”

Luca reared into his touch, eyes fluttering open. “Huh?”

“I brought you coffee.” Fugo smoothed his hair backwards. “How do you feel?”

Luca’s tired face morphed into a frown. “My head hurts.”

Fugo pressed the back of his hand to Luca’s forehead. “You don’t feel hot. Are you nauseous?”

Luca grunted his disagreement, bringing his fists up to rub his eyes. “I think I’m just sore.”

Fugo snorted. “Yeah, you will be.” He gave Luca’s hair a ruffle before pulling his hand away, redirecting his line of sight to the mug. “Do you need anything?”

Luca cleared his throat, snuggling further into the bed. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Fugo nodded. He got to his feet, glancing at his partner over his shoulder. “Luca?”

The older teen looked up, brown eyes glistening. “Yeah?”

Fugo bit the inside of his cheek. “You… you don’t have to… walk alone at night if you… if you don’t want to.”

Luca’s lips parted, his brows raising softly. “Oh.”

“If you ever need help, I…” Fugo swallowed the spit gathering in his mouth. “I’m only really a call away.”

Luca felt the blood rush to his face, his stomach filling with butterflies. “Thank you.”

Fugo nodded. Luca pushed himself to sit up, clutching the front of the shirt he’d slept so comfortably in, legs tucked to his chest. He rested his chin on his knees, shoulders heavy as his eyes settled on Fugo.

“Thanks for stepping in last night.” He gave a sheepish grin. “I’m not good with needles.”

Fugo feigned shock. “Really? You’ve got a lot of holes in your face.”

Luca rolled his eyes. “That’s different, stitches are the worst.”

Fugo broke into a smile. “Yeah, they are pretty bad.” His eyes darted to the tape curving up Luca’s neck, securing the wound on his chest. “Let me know if you need me to check on them.” He tilted his head. “Or you could ask Abbacchio.”

“I’m not gonna ask Abbacchio.” Luca barely let him finish his sentence, cheeks dusted with red. He chewed at the inside of his lip before nodding toward the door. “I should get dressed.”

“Oh.” Fugo’s ears felt hot. “Um, I think Bucciarati’s making breakfast. I’ll see you down there?”

Luca nodded, a gentle smile on his face. “Yeah.”

Fugo gave Luca a soft look before leaving the room.

[faggotcuntslave]

Hi , it is a faggotslave for alpha masters . It is living in sydney and actively looking for masters to serve . It is going to share its faggot journey with you all - this is when it all started - 15 years ago in a school hostel dormitory.

It was sleeping in bed in a hostel . In a boys dormitory. It was weak and thin and was always bullied by seniors . That night , was sleeping and was awake middle of the night . It felt that it was wet and and something smelled funny . It took its covers off to have realised it was covered in piss . There were 6 senior boys with their dicks out staring at it laughing, then one guy comes up and slaps it in the face and says lie the fuck down gay faggot . Scared as i was , i lied down as the 6 seniors surrounded me and pissed all over me . I started to move and gag at the stench and cry. They kept laughing and pissing . The built senior came closer grabbed my hair and shoved my tiny head in the piss puddle the other two grabbed my hands down . The kept on yelling to my ear to slurp it like dog. I kept wrestling, trying to move but , I accidentally hit the guy with my leg . He was furious, the took the piss soaked pillow cover and shoved it in my mouth , then proceeded to forcefully enter his two fingers In his virgin butt hole . I screamed in pain trying to move. He got on top of me to keep his built body weight and kept on shoving it deeper . I screamed louder , when he covered my mouth with his hand . He kept on saying in my ears - if you tell anyone about this - it will be an entire fist next time. They knew i would stop screaming and they left . I stayed there in their puddle of piss crying . The house warden came in to find i had pissed my bed . He took of his belt and and smacked my ass - I screamed louder than ever , that woke up the entire dormitory. Everyone watching me with lights on. The warden then tell me to strip down my clothes in front of everyone. I reluctantly take it off sobbing of the pain and embarrassment. I hesitated to pull my pants of only to get another smack from the belt . I pulled it down covering my parts with my hand . I pick up the piss covered clothes and carry it . The warden tell me to move along to the showers , sobbing , everybody watching as i walk . I get to the showers . I am told to stand when he turns the knob , cold water running down my tiny body , crying in pain - my warden watching me with disgust . This how my 15 years long faggot journey started !

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I was halfway through a bottle of red wine and pouring another glass when I called my best friend, Josh. I knew he was home. It was a Tuesday. He always had Tuesdays and Thursdays off.

I called once, no answer. I waited a few minutes and called a second. Then, there were third, fourth and fifth phone calls. Still no answer. I drained the rest of the bottle and started sending voice memos.

“I’m getting drunk. Come over.”

“Call me ASAP.”

“Dude, you HAVE to come over. I feel like shit. Please help.”

It had been an hour into waiting, now the other half of a bottle of wine was gone. I decided to walk to his apartment. It was only across the park and through a graveyard. What was the worst that could happen? Besides, it was a Tuesday afternoon. I knew the paths backwards and forwards. I had taken that path drunk more than once.

I stripped off my corporate office attire. A white, starched button down shirt that made me uncontrollably itchy and a pair of grey slacks. My boss, now ex-boss, liked his people to look “their best”. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I hated the way those clothes made me feel. I kicked them under my couch.

I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I had gotten fired again. This was the fourth or fifth job in just under six months. I wasn’t a terrible employee, but I had enough mental illness that it hindered me in certain situations. I was obscenely depressed. My meds didn’t seem to work. Plus, my doctor could never find a concoction of drugs to combat everything going on in my brain.

I sat on my floor in my underwear. I itched my chest. I had just picked my clothes up from the dry cleaner. I felt stupid for wasting money on getting my clothes cleaned for nothing.

I held my head in my hands. I knew that money wasn’t an issue. When my mom died, I had inherited quite a nice sum. I mostly worked for human interaction. It was nice having someone other than Josh and his girlfriend, Sarah, to talk to.

I gagged at the thought of Sarah. She was a rude woman that made snide comments about my sexuality. We get it. I’m gay and my best friend is a straight guy. I rolled my eyes again. I felt swimmy. My head feeling heavy as the effects of the alcohol were starting to kick in.

I peeled myself off the floor. I made the trek to my bedroom. I grabbed a shirt and jeans. I shoved my feet into some boots. I grabbed a sweatshirt, tucking it under my arm as I walked back into the living room. I shoved my flask, my phone and keys into my pockets.

I walked outside. The fresh fall air was nice against my flushed face. Wine was always the wrong choice for me. The rum in my flask was an even worse decision.

As I walked, I became angrier and angrier. I knew that Sarah had to be behind Josh not picking up. She had alienated him from all of his female friends. She thought of them as competition. I had seen the screenshots of her messages to them. She had complete control over him. He was so blinded by love, he didn’t see it.

In the past year, I had tried everything to get him to break up with her. I knew it was wrong to meddle, but she was toxic. I wanted my friend back. I thought about Josh’s face. His beautiful face. His warm smile. I missed him.

When I saw him, I still thought of that boy that moved in next door of my childhood home, but now, my intentions were different. I saw him as the handsome man he had become. I sighed. Never had I said anything about my attraction to him, but I was tempted a couple of times.

There was one night we were drunk, wrestling around his frat house, I thought he was going to kiss me, but one of the other brothers broke that up quick. He never mentioned it the next day when we were sober, so I never said anything. Josh was very adamant on being straight. I didn’t want to break the trust of our friendship by saying that his only gay friend had a crush on him.

I felt tears rolling down my face. There was a funeral at the cemetery, thankfully I went unnoticed. At times like this, I was thankful I went unnoticed. It had been a blessing in the past few years with my depression. I wore plain clothing. I never wore my makeup out of the house. I didn’t even style my hair anymore. It wasn’t worth the trouble. If someone noticed and complimented me, it was a nice day, but more often than not, I would get some homophobe saying something awful. That didn’t help with my depression, so one day I just stopped. I donated anything that was too bright, colorful or would attract any attention.

I snuck behind a mausoleum to take a swig from my flask. I slid down the wall to my ass. I couldn’t be bothered with standing back up. My legs felt like jello. My whole body was starting to feel heavy. I leaned my head back on the cold stone. I took another swig.

I wept thinking about the person I used to be, and what I had become. Depression completely took me over. I hadn’t dated in years. I stopped going to clubs. I stopped my drag performances. I stopped being social at all. I rarely left my apartment. I felt like a failure.

I took another swig. I had tried to commit suicide, but I was a failure at that too. I tucked my flask into my pocket. I shoved myself into the sweatshirt I brought.

It was starting to get dark. It was fall, so the chill in the air was rough. I had been drinking enough that I was still warm enough to sweat in my hoodie, but I knew I needed to put it on. I tried standing, holding onto the cold concrete wall. I shook as I stood. The effects of the whiskey in my flask running down my body. I leaned on the wall for moment until I regained my balance.

I used the mausoleum to steady myself to walk around towards the front of it. I took my time. I felt as if I had leg day at the gym, but for a week straight. I made a bad choice with the wine. It always made me feel funny.

I stopped to rest on the steps of the mausoleum. I admired its beauty as I leaned back on the steps. It was beautiful. The concrete was dark almost black. It had been painted with gold, but had worn down over the years. I looked at the plaque on the front, but it was too old to read in the dimming light.

I closed my eyes for what felt like seconds, but in reality, it was hours. I had fallen asleep in the cemetery. Not a new thing for me, but this time when I woke, it was eerily dark. Not a star, moon or streetlamp in sight. The nearest source of light was down the path quite a ways down.

I looked at my phone. I had a ton of missed calls and texts from Josh. They started concerned, but the last one said, “We need to talk. I’m coming over.” It was sent over an hour ago. I clicked my screen off and shoved the device back in my pocket. I rubbed my face in my hands. I fucked up.

Josh was the first person to help me after my suicide attempt. He was there for me after my mom and dad died, on separate occasions. He was there when we graduated from kindergarten, to middle school, to high school and college. He was always there, now after everything we had been through in the past couple of years. I think he was fed up with me. I couldn’t blame him.

My depression was swallowing me whole. I could only imagine that would be a difficult thing to deal with. I hadn't had a partner or someone to date in a long time. I was constantly the third wheel. Every outing had become uncomfortable, so I flaked on plans a lot. I would be annoyed as well.

My hangover was starting to settle in. My head still swimmy, but now there was an ache creeping up my skull. I knew better than to drink that bottle of wine. It had been a gift as a ‘congratulations on a job in your field’ present from the one and only, Sarah.

I tried to stand, my legs still shaky, but not as bad as before. I stood leaning on a pillar. I went to walk down the steps, but something spoke. Hearing a voice in a cemetery at night was one of my biggest fears. I had seen a zombie movie as a kid, and it haunted me forever.

“Hello? Can someone help me?” I heard a gruff voice say. I stood still. Like I was facing a T. rex. If I didn’t move, maybe it would go away on its own.

I slowly turned to get a better look at the building. I looked at the doors. The handles had a heavy board shoved in them. It looked like it had been done recently.

“Please? I am so hungry. Please let me out.” The voice was pleading. A sincerity in its tone. I rolled my eyes. I guess I was white enough to investigate. I walked to the door. My whole body was vibrating with fear. This person needed to be saved. I wondered how long they’d been in there for.

I shoved the board as hard as I could. The board moved, but instantly got stuck. The voice was shouting encouraging words at me. I could call for help, but who knew how long that would take. I braced myself on the wall, then proceeded to kick the board as hard as I could to try to shove it out. It worked. I was wearing my hiking boots. They had little spikes on the bottoms. They pierced the wood as they made contact, shoving the board out of the handles to clatter down on the floor. I threw my hands up in victory. I swayed as the adrenaline left my body.

I grabbed the handles to swing open the doors. I shined the light of my phone into the building. I was greeted by a tall man, he looked as if he was chiseled from the gods. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, icy blue eyes and long dark curls. I felt like I would melt. He was gorgeous. His pale skin was smeared with dirt. His hair looked dirty and matted. He smelled earthy, but also like expensive cologne.

“My hero.” His voice like silk. His words made me flush. My cheeks felt hot. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry, a knot forming in my throat. He took a few steps towards me. His smell was intoxicating.

I noticed he was wearing a black button down shirt, slacks and expensive leather shoes. I tilted my head as I pondered what in the hells could he possibly be doing here.

He gently placed his hand under my chin. His touch made me drop my phone. He tilted my head up to look him in the face. When my gaze met his, those icy blue eyes sent a chill down my spine. I shuddered. I also noticed his touch was painfully cold. I backed away. He let his arm fall to his side. A smirk growing across his lips.

“You know what I am.” He sighed. “I’ll cut to the chase. I need blood. Now.” I swallowed hard. Holy shit. A vampire?! I knew they existed, but I had never met one in my life, it was always wild stories from a group of us online. I blushed. It was always a fantasy to be bitten by a vampire and this guy was gorgeous. I nodded without thinking. He looked surprised.

He backed me against the mausoleum wall. He stuck his fingers under my collar to push it to the side. I swallowed hard as his fingers ran across my Adam’s apple. I thought my heart would beat hard enough to break through my ribs. He leaned into my neck sniffing me. I felt hotter than I had ever felt before. I felt that familiar creep of heat in my lower stomach. I had an erection, thankfully my sweatshirt was long enough to cover it.

“You smell like seawater.” He whispered. Interesting. I think I used a fragrance free deodorant today.

“I’m sorry?” My inflection turning up at the end of my apology. He chuckled and pressed himself against me. His leg brushed against my cock. I bit my lip trying not to moan, eliciting a whimper. It was gentle, but firm touch. I was panting. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and he hadn’t even bitten me yet.

“You’re hard.” He nearly moaned against my ear, his lips grazing me as he spoke. A lightning bolt of lust shooting down my body made me shudder hard. I was embarrassed, but this was the most intimate interaction I’d had in years.

“Please... just ignore it.” I closed my eyes, tilted my head and proceeded to word vomit all over this Adonis. “I just haven’t been touched by anyone in a long time, and you’re like super hot. Unbelievably hot. This is a fantasy...” He cupped his hand over my mouth. My eyes shot open. I used my peripherals to look at him. He had a smile on his face, big, toothy, showing his fangs.

“Calm yourself. I can take care of you when I’m done if you want.” I thought my eyes would fall from my head.

He leaned back into my neck, licking the skin there. I felt my toes curling in my boots. He bit down on my neck. Icy, painful, and I could hear my skin pop open. I moaned against his hand with abandon. This was hotter than anything I could have ever imagined. I would have a satisfying fantasy for life. I heard him taking gulps. I felt a little dizzy.

He pulled his head back licking his lips. His head lulled back growling. When his head leaned back, his hips ground into mine. I moaned even louder against his palm. His head snapped forward, he ground his hips into mine again as he uncovered my mouth, then kissed me. It felt like I was struck by lightning. I swear I saw sparks before closing my eyes and melting into his kiss. I moaned into his mouth. He slipped his tongue in, massaging my own with his.

His hands moved to my hips. He pulled me in closer, our bodies melding together. He ground his hips into me again, this time harder. I felt his erection rub against mine. I thought I was going to cum just from that. My hands laced through his hair. My fingers getting tangled in the mess. My hands were at the base of his skull. I pressed him firmer into our kiss. He broke the kiss, biting at my bottom lip as he pulled away. I groaned in protest.

“What would you like me to do to you?” He whispered into my lips. I wanted him to do things to me that I had never considered doing in my regular life, but I had fantasized about. I licked my lips. I honestly didn’t know what to say. I could barely think. I felt like my cheeks were going to catch fire. His eyes piercing into mine.

“Would you fuck me?” I asked, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He forced his tongue back into my mouth. He pressed against me harder, pushing me against the cold concrete of the mausoleum. He pulled back.

“Here?” I nodded. He licked his lips as he smiled. He released his grasp on me, turning me around, then unbuttoning my pants before kneeling behind me.

He pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles. The cold air hitting my cock made my whole body shiver. He roughly pulled my ass cheeks apart, before licking the rim of my hole. I jerked away slightly in surprise. He bit my ass in response.

“Don’t move.” He warned. I braced myself on the wall. My face to the wall, the cold concrete cooling me. I pushed my hips back towards him. He growled, then bit the other cheek. I moaned. This was hotter than anything I could have imagined.

He pulled me apart before licking me again. I felt like I was shaking I was trying hard to stay still. His tongue tracing me, then entering me slow. I was going to burst before he could be inside me. He placed a sloppy kiss into my hole, his full tongue entering me, swirling inside, massaging my inner walls. As he pulled away, he spit into me. I felt a cold finger prodding at me. I shivered at the contact, but it soon acclimated to my temperature. He slipped in with ease. I felt like I was sopping wet.

I heard him spit again, pulling his finger out of me. This time, two fingers pushed in. I groaned. It stung as he stretched me open, but it felt astonishing. He was thrusting at a decent pace, crooking his fingers trying to find my prostate. My vision blurred as he found it. I yelped. He withdrew his fingers. He spread me open further before putting his mouth back on me. He pressed his tongue in far enough that it could flick that wonderful little button inside me. I shook as I came. The pads of my fingers scraping against the concrete as I held myself up.

I was thankful for the cold of concrete. If it weren't for that, I felt like I would catch fire. I was panting, trying to catch my breath. My mouth felt dry. I felt him move behind me. He whispered in my ear.

“Just because you came doesn’t mean I’m done with you.” His words made me shudder. I felt his cock at my entrance. He had a firm hold on my hip. He slowly pushed inside. He pushed in and out a few times helping me adjust before he was fully sheathed inside. Both hands gripped me now. He rested his head on my shoulder.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned. He stilled. I wanted him so badly to move. I wiggled my hips trying to entice him to move. He gripped harder. Stilling me. “Just a moment, please.” I nodded.

He slowly started to pump into me. I moaned low and long. This felt amazing. A fantasy come to life. He quickened his pace. Thrusting forward as he pulled my hips back. I was already hard again. He stopped for moment, kicking my legs further apart and pulling me back a little further, so I was at more of a right angle.

Then, he started to fuck me at an obliterating pace. His cock hitting my prostate dead on. I felt like I was moaning loud enough to draw attention. He chuckled behind me.

“You're gonna wake the dead if you keep that up.” He joked. I bit my lip, I was trying to moan through my gritted teeth. I felt one of his hands move from my hip to the back of my neck. His fingers lacing in my hair, he pulled my head back. “I didn’t say stop.” I moaned even louder. His laugh ringing in my ears.

He was thrusting even faster now. He paused for a second to spit onto my hole. He pumped into me with ease. I thought I’d die from the build up before I came nearly screaming. He pumped into me, struggling as I clenched down around him. I felt his thrusts become erratic as he came. He withdrew from me. I hissed at the loss of contact, but also the sting of pain. It had been so long since I had been fucked.

My hands shook as I reached down to pull up my pants. I grabbed my phone off the floor. Thankfully I had a case on it. I shoved it into my pocket. I was sweaty, cold and sobering up to the point that my hangover was pulsating. My brain thumping against my skull. I turned to face him. He looked perfect still. No sweat or flushed face. Just a smirk across his lips.

I reached into my pocket to grab my flask. I took a swig. I needed to calm my nerves again. The realization of fucking a vampire came creeping into my brain. I couldn’t believe it. I had not only fucked a vampire, but a complete stranger. I didn’t even know his name. I felt instant guilt. I had never done something like that before. Never not even a single one-night stand. I took another swig.

“Do you have a drinking problem?” He asked, tilting his head. I shook my head no. I tucked the flask back into my pocket.

“My mouth was dry and it’s all I have to drink.” I joked. He nodded. He took a step towards me. He put his hand under my chin.

“Please allow me to walk you home.” I blushed. I nodded. It was sweet the way he said it. I told him I didn’t live far, and it was a fairly quick walk that he didn’t have to, but he insisted.

We chatted as he walked me home. I was feeling talkative due to the whiskey. He asked me the date, when I told him he was surprised. He thought it had only been a couple of days trapped in there, but it was more than a week. He said a friend had lured him out there. I could hear the anger and betrayal as he recounted the details his story to me.

An old friend had come back into his life. She wanted help on something. She was a witch and needed vampire blood for a spell. Which is fine, but she didn’t want her boyfriend knowing about it. There was a rule in her coven to keep her secret until marriage. She told him to meet her at the cemetery. Not knowing the whole coven would be there to cast spells on him before locking him the mausoleum. He said the door handles were made from silver. That they had bound him with silver, it took several days of fighting against it to release himself. He was weak when I had come. He said he heard me outside, but he had to wait until dark to call out. Then, he couldn’t get me to answer him. It must’ve been when I passed out.

“What a shitty friend.” I commented. He smiled at me, then nodded.

“I shouldn’t have expected her to be alone. She has always been a manipulative bitch. Constantly causing some kind of chaos wherever she goes.” He said with a sigh. “When I see her again, I might reach into her chest and rip out her heart.” My eyes widened. I’m sure he could do it to.

We came out of the cemetery to the park. There was a group of teenagers on the playground equipment. I could smell their cigarettes and weed. Josh and I used to do the same thing once upon a time. B.S. Before Sarah.

My phone ringing scared the shit out of me. I stopped walking. I frantically fished it out of my pocket. It was Josh. I didn’t know if I should answer it or not. I clicked the power button turning the sound off before shoving it back into my pocket.

“Don’t tell me that was your boyfriend?” The vampire asked. I shook my head no as I started walking again.

“He’s my best friend. I called him a bunch earlier when I was drinking. I regret it now. We’ve had a strained relationship as of lately.” I admitted. It was easier to admit things to a stranger than a friend. I gave him a brief synopsis of our friendship.

We had become friends when his parents moved in next to mine. We were inseparable even through my awkward years of coming into my sexuality. Josh had always been my defender. Then, we went to college together. Josh being there through all my struggles. I told the vampire that the girl he was dating came between us often. I told him that I had always had feelings for Josh, but I would never act on them because I knew he was straight. The vampire smiled at me.

“Trust me. I’ve been there. It is hard when you have feelings for someone that will never love you back. Hopefully, you two can salvage your friendship.” I smiled. He was so nice. I stopped. The vampire took a few steps before stopping and turning to me. I extended my hand.

“My name is Fredrick, but you can call me Freddie.” He smiled, extended his arm and grasped my hand. He shook it firmly.

“Garrett, nice to put a name to such a pretty face.” His words made me flush. Even my nose felt hot. I had to look away. He hadn’t released my hand yet, he took the opportunity to pull me into him. He hugged me tight.

“First time fucking a stranger?” Garrett asked. I nodded into his chest. I inhaled his earthy smell.

As I took in his scent, I felt that creep of warmth in my lower stomach again. I was confused. For over a year of being on medication roulette, I had absolutely no sex drive. Nothing. Not even a morning hard on for a year. I had stopped taking medication only a couple of weeks ago. I honestly thought my dick had become a decoration. I swallowed hard. I cleared my throat and pushed away. I pointed in the direction of my apartment building.

Garrett followed me. He asked me what I did for a living. I laughed. I explained that I was chronically unemployed. I tried hard to get a job in my field, but it was hard. There wasn’t a huge need for editors or people with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. I told him I wanted to create, write, publish my work, but everything went south after I graduated.

“Not only the job market, but that’s also when my mom died. It was really hard on me. I’ve been trying to keep a job, but I found out I am not very skilled in certain fields.” I paused. I laughed as I recounted the tale of my hour on the job as a server. The poor owner gave me a hundred bucks to never come back. He laughed at me.

“I’ve invested enough to live plenty of lifetimes with my stocks. I think I haven’t worked a day since becoming a vampire.” He laughed. “Believe it or not, I used to be a farm hand.”

“It explains your body.” I said without thinking. As the realization hit me, I flushed from my cheeks to chest. I felt sweaty again, but I hoped it was from the whiskey. I quickened my steps. I heard him trying to muffle a laugh.

We came up on my apartment building. Most of the windows looked dark or had a dim light peeking through curtains. It was a nice building. A nice neighborhood with decently sized apartments at a fair price. Sarah had the audacity to refer to my complex as ‘the slums’. She lived in a huge loft, it confused me on how someone who also seemed to be chronically unemployed could afford it. I shook the thoughts of her out of my head.

I fished around in my pockets looking for my keys. As I pulled them out, another call from Josh was coming in. My phone fell from my pocket to the ground. I just stared at it. I didn’t even want to pick it up. After all these years, I didn’t want to talk to him. I honestly wanted to vomit thinking of hearing his voice.

Garrett bent and picked it up for me. He placed it in my palm as Josh hung up, or it went to voicemail. I turned my phone on silent before shoving it back in my pocket. Garrett cocked his eyebrow.

“From the details you spoke of earlier, wouldn’t you want to talk to him?” He asked, his gruff voice making me feel flutters in my stomach. I shook my head no. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I stared at the ground as I made it up the steps to unlock the door to the building. Garrett stood right behind me.

“I thought you were just walking me home.” I stated turning to look at him. His face cocky and full of attitude.

“I mean, you live here, but the building isn’t your home. It’s proper for a gentleman to walk you to the door.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. As he crossed his arms, I saw his muscles flex under his shirt. I swallowed hard and looked away. My hand was shaking as I unlocked the door.

I had him follow me in. The building was small with only three floors. I lived on the third floor to the back of the complex. It was nice and quiet. I had miraculously caught the apartment building before it went public. I got to tour the whole building and have my pick of the litter so to speak.

He walked softer than I expected. I kept turning to see if he was still there. For such a big guy, I didn’t expect it. Maybe it was a vampire thing? Then, I had a string of invasive thoughts. Which rumors were true of vampires? Silver? Mirrors? Garlic? Being invited in? Were there truths in movies and shows? He said the sunlight thing and the silver thing. I got so lost in thought I stood at the top of the stairs trying to remember every vampire thing I had ever come across.

Garrett standing behind me, seeing me in my stupor, gently lifted my hair and blew air on the back of my neck. It was cold. I shivered back into reality. Embarrassed, I walked in silence to my door, as quickly as my feet would take me.

I shook as I put the keys in my door. I needed to get inside. I needed a hot shower to wash this weird night behind me. I didn’t open the door. It came swinging open. Josh threw open the door. The scowl on his face sent chills down my spine. His angry eyes flitted over to Garrett. The scowl of anger turned to one of disgust.

[shixen]

The Worst X

Last one lets fucking goooooooo

OH thats a fucking IDOL idol, you just know one when you see one

Why is all the foundation on their faces SO yellow

Okay so he's not the leader but he is more special than the others it seems

Where are the teachers at any of these schools

Mask boy

Fujio about the dumbest man alive

None of these boys know hanky code etiquette

Todoroki has a friend! Good for him

I've identified the baby girl and its Yuken

They take selfies together. Unbelievably cute

Anime backstory at the orphanage

Is this gay porn or wrestling? The shirtless POV shots and smiling make it really hard to tell

Yuken is riiiiiipped

Not much fighting so far I gotta say

Why did all the cars just stop in the tunnel when they hadn't even walked over the horizon yet?

These kids are out here trying to commit manslaughter

Tsukasa is about to get maimed

Yeah Tsukasa is getting annihilated

Interrupted his fishing and now the man is mad

Tsukasa has been shibari'd. This movie is really gay. All the others were kind of gay but this one is the most gay

Sameoka wants out of the alliance so bad, raijin and fujin could beat the shit out of Todoroki and he'd still call it in is favour

They needed the prettiest one to whump on and Tsukasa was the only vote

Yasushi is the cutest raccoon goblin I've ever seen, just the most vile energy

Todoroki has such smooth momentum

They've rigged the school in numerous home alone traps

More hanky code

Yuken! Baby girl! Coming through with the moves like Summer Glau

Damn Amagai  Suzaki just wants to be your friend

Rao is built like Kiryu Kazuma

Tsukasas shibariness got an upgrade

Suzaki can't stop walking like a runway model

Sachio!

Seriosuly Tsukasa? Get dibs on going to a hospital instead

Why did Yuken gag lol?

Damn Amagai your kinda cringe huh

Suzaki said "baby girl I'm so damn loyal"

Bro you for sure have bleeding in your brain by now

The most special of punches. So dramatic

This is legit like a love confession

He's literally curled up like a sick dog, poor dude

The fight is over, are they gonna cry about friendship again?

Oh my god he's the most sad little meow meow. Get him a hot chocolate and a nap

Piggy back for Yuken cause he's so baby girl

Suzaki your hand is for real bleeding though you need proper stitches and medical intervention

Where are your parents???

Big mood Binzo

My brain is fully rot now

I am watching every HiGH&LoW movie back to back and simply allowing my brain to drip out of my ears

Its how I want to go out

I am taking notes for introspection though, to report my findings

[wrestlingarsenal]

More great Sleeper Holds by Lon DuMont in the match that Wrestler4Hire recently posted. It's pretty much a Sleeper Hold fetish video, so if that's your turn-on, get this one for sure.

I must have a Sleeper Fetish myself because Lonnie got me off a few times with his relentless trash talk and totally devastating Hand Gag Sleepers. Note to Wrestler4Hire: if you have any more Lon DuMont videos in your vault, please share them.

[wh0lemilk0vich]

GYM CLASS BULLY BILLY AGAIN

He totally is in charge of weighing people for the wrestling portion so everyone is against someone in the same weight class.

When eddie steps on the scale it goes over capacity and Billy just makes his hands into a microphone announcing that "DOUBLE WIDE MUNSON IS TOO FAT TO WRESTLE"

Thumping and groping his lower belly hang jiggling it to show everyone how fat he is.

Eddie embarrassed but turned the fuck on.

Steve telling billy to knock it off.

Billy telling steve "well Harrington looks like you signed up to be my partner. Two of us against this land whale outta be fair."

The three of them just piling together.

No one knows who is groping who.

Only thing they know is they all like it.

🥵🥵🥵

CW: Dark-ish teasing, might seem non-con but they're all into it, era-appropriate slurs, don't cancel me 😅 but if you're into it please tell me cause I wanna write more so bad 👀

God I LOVE a bully and I just think it suits Billy so well.

I love this so much, Billy humiliating Eddie for being fat and then turning his attention on Steve for being gay, white-knighting the fatass.

Like, fuck, what if Billy were coming to the locker room at the end of the day for some extramural practice and he walks in on Eddie and Steve grab-assing and is like 😈😈😈

"Jesus fuck! That you Munson? You fucking BLIMPED. God look at you... And who's this, your girlfriend? Give it to me straight -well maybe wrong choice of words- you ever get jealous that this fat fuck has bigger tits than you?"

"Edd, let's just lea-"

"Oh you're not going anywhere, faggots. Call me curious, I wanna see how you manage not to get crushed under stay-puff over here." Billy's got an arm hooked around Eddie's neck holding him in headlock, and then shifts him in front of him, rucking his shirt up and over his head, but leaving his arms in the sleeves and hooking the mesh shorts under his underbelly, leaving his trunk mostly bare. He's grinning devilishly and grabs a handful of Eddie's underbelly, shaking it roughly watching all of his body wobble, but keeping an eye on how wrecked and horny both Eddie and Steve look. The whole time he's pressing his massive hard-on against Eddie's ass, grinding between the Fatboy's ass cheeks.

"Can't get over how much you just look like a fat ass bitch from behind, Munson. God, what I wouldn't give to bend your fat ass over right here and fuck your brains out. My fucking bitch of an old lady won't put out and I don't mind fucking a fatty. Hell, your whole body feels like titty, what's not to like... But that wouldn't be so nice of me considering you've already got yourself a faggot girlfriend. So, tell you what, just to prove I'm a nice guy, I'll let haircut suck you off, providing he can manage not to suffocate under your fat fucking blubber gut, but these pretty titties and this planetary ass are mine."

And like I can't decide whether he tugs up on Eddie's shorts, giving him a wedgie, showing off how round his ass is. OR shoves Eddie forward making him brace on one of the benches then tears his gym shorts straight down the back watching Eddie's big fat ass bounce and swell out into the open air being released from the mesh prison (plus Eddie in a period accurate jockstrap 🥵). Billy gives a cheek a caress and then a hard slap, making Eddie moan and Steve drool.

"Fuck, Munson. I mean I've got a big dick, but I don't even know if I'll be able to reach that hungry little hole past all this ass fat...The fuck are you just standing there for, Harrington? I know you want it faggot, you're hard and drooling. Get on your fucking knees."

So Eddie ends up sandwiched between Steve sucking him off and Billy reaming him, reaching around to squeeze his tits, shake his belly, shove Steves head down on him to make him gag.

I promise they're all super into it, even the Billy being an absolute prick part. They hook up like this all the time in different places. Of course Edd and Steve have their own kinky and normal sex with each other, but when they both kind of want to be submissive, bossed around, dommed and a little humiliated they hit Billy up. 🥵🥵🥵

[thiccnthintfs]

Squad Goals

Jack smirked and snapped the selfie with his phone. With a pic like this, he’d have some pussy in a few hours tops. He threw it up on his socials before tossing his phone onto his bed, then just stood in front of his mirror, flexing.

Life was good. Three months into college and he’d been having a blast. Scoring girls almost every night, partying with his bros, plus he was dominating in wrestling, so he was sure his athletic scholarship would be getting renewed. And tonight? Tonight would be legendary. He was going out with his best bros, Kyle, Steve, and Tom and Tom had promised it would be a night to remember.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door to Jack’s door. His smirk broadened into a grin. That would be the guys now! Jack sauntered over to the door, swinging it open.

“Whaaaat up, bros? You’re- oh, the fuck...” Jack started energetically, before trailing off. He’d been expecting his bros, but standing in his door instead, acting like they fucking own the place, had to be three of the biggest fags he’d ever seen on campus.

“Jackie, doll!” The one on the right squealed, “We’ve come to fetch you babe. Ya ready?”

“Obviously he’s NOT ready, T! Boy’s not even got his panties on! Like, I told you we were running early,” the one on the right sassily retorted, propping one hand on his slender hip.

“I seriously don’t mind this view, though...” the middle twink bashfully added, lisping, “Like...don’t mind us, Jackie. You take your sweet time getting ready.

“The fuck are you fags and where the fuck do you think you get off talking to me like that?” Jack growled at the twinks, but under his anger there was a growing confusion. These three were fucking flowers, but they almost looked...familiar?

“Jackie, babe. It’s us. Your besties?” the right twink looked at Jack over the rim of his green-tinted shades. “Like, duh! It’s me, Tommy! And Kylie and Stevie, obvi!” Tommy flicked a limp wrist toward the left and middle twinks in turn.

“What the...” Jack gasped, a horrified look spreading across his face. It couldn’t be! “Nice try, but cut the shit, fairies! You...you may look a bit like my bros, but there’s no way! Tom’s one of the biggest guys in the gym! And Kyle and Steve are heavyweights in wrestling like me!”

“Like eww, sports,” the right twink, Kylie, gagged before giggling, “Though I admit...I do miss fondling all those hunky guys.

“Saaaame, girl,” the middle twink, Stevie, agreed, lisping yet again.

“Babe, I promise its us. Like would I lie to you? Remember? Tonight is supposed to be legendary!” Tommy smirked before taking a step into the room. “And oh, honey. It will be.”

Jack backed up, horrified. Still smirking, Tommy took another few steps into the room. Giggling behind him, Stevie and Kylie followed and shut the door.

“The fuck...how can it be you guys? You were all twice as big yesterday! Not to mention straight...” Jack trailed off.

“Hah, you know, that’s a funny story...” Kylie said as he shot a glare toward Tommy. “Turns out that Tommy here was never as straight as he claimed to be. He fucked some twink behind the gay bar two days ago and then boom! Next day he wakes up a toooootal fag himself! Imagine my surprise when he knocked on my dorm looking like this!”

“Pssh, bitch, don’t act like you didn’t love it! You sure fucked me like you did!” Tommy shot back, making Kylie blush. He ran his hands down his slender chest and stomach. “Besides...now that I’ve gotten used to it, like I feel fabulouth!”

“Fuck...” Jack muttered, not knowing what else to say. He backed up a few steps further, falling back onto his bed.

“Oh...” Tommy was grinning devilishly, “We’ll get to that. See, babe, like...I don’t fully get what happened, but that twink I fucked? Must’ve been like magic or a curse or something to make me into this flaming comet. Whatever it is, it must be catching, though! Because when I woke up and was craving dick sooo badly, I found Kylie here and had him fuck me. Then poof! Kylie’s a fag, just like me! Then he was craving dick, too, so obvi we found Stevie and turned him out, too.”

Jack stared at Steve...or Stevie. The blushing twink was eyeing Jack hungrily. Now that he had fully stepped into the room, Jack noticed that unlike the other two, Steve still had a bit of muscle to him. His thighs a little thicker, his pecs a little meatier, at least compared to the other two.

“Soooo, you see, Jackie...” Tommy droned on, “We’ve learned a couple of things! Like, apparently, the most recent convert is just increeeedibly thirsty for cock after they come over.” Tommy giggled. “And also...like, the more guys you fuck, the twinkier you get!”

Stevie took another step toward Jack. “And Stevie here...he’s awfully hungry, Jackie...” Tommy intoned ominously.

“St-Stay the FUCK away from me, you fags!” Jack shouted, backpedaling on his bed. No way he was gonna become a fag like these guys!

Tommy sighed. “Give it a rest please, Jackie. There’s one other thing I’ve figured out...this curse or whatever?” Tommy smiled sweetly. “Like, it makes us irresistible, babe! All the guys want us! I mean...think about it, hon. If you really wanted away from us...big strong boy like you, wouldn’t you be gone by now?”

Jack opened his mouth to retort, but found that he had nothing to say. Shit. He tried to will himself up, away from these fairy former friends of his...but no matter how much he willed it, he found that he just couldn’t move.

Well, at least most of him wasn’t moving. Dread etched into his face, Jack looked down to find that his dick was inexplicably getting hard, causing his towel to tent upward.

The twinky trio smirked and with that each boy began to remove their tiny speedos. David nearly gagged. The twinks were hard, too, though it looked like none of them had a dick over 3 inches long. He was sure that they’d all once been bigger.

“See, babe? Toooootally irresistible, even to straighties!” Tommy giggled. “But don’t worry! You won’t be straight for long! After all...us four? We’re a toootal squard and like, it’s time you rejoined us!”

Tommy braced himself as the twinks dove onto him.

“Fuck...no...fuck...” Jack moaned. Tommy and Kylie had each latched onto a pec with their mouths and were sucking expertly on Jack’s nipples as they grinded their twinkish bodies into Jack’s stomach and sides. Every now and again he’d feel a little wet pinprick, which Jack realized was the two twinks’ dicks poking up against his stomach or hips.

“Remember...Kylie...” Tommy said between licks, “As yummy as he is...Stevie gets the main course.”

Jack gasped, looking up over the heads of the two writhing twinks to see Stevie standing on the edge of the bed, between Jack’s legs. Despite everything, his towel had managed to stay on this whole time, but it didn’t look like that would be the case for much longer.

Moving like a feral beast, Stevie yanked Jack’s towel, undoing the knot and with that, all 7 inches of Jack’s cock sprung upward. Stevie’s eyes locked right onto it, following it as hypnotically bobbed back and forth from Tommy and Kylie’s licking and grinding.

“Steve...please, man...I don’t wanna be a fag...” Jack pleaded. This broke Stevie out of his cock hunger, if only for a moment. He smiled almost kindly at Jack.

“Don’t worry, Jackie. It doesn’t take long. And you learn to love it, I swear!” Stevie wrapped one of his dainty hands around Jack’s dick, making him gasp. “Though I don’t think I could resist even if I wanted to, Jackie...I’m soooo... hungry!”

And with that, Stevie dove in. Jack’s eyes widened as he felt his friends warm mouth wrap around his dick, then begin bobbing up and down. Up and down. Every now and again, the twink would glance sultrily upward toward Jack.

And Jack couldn’t lie to himself. That breathy, starry-eyed look as Stevie slobbered over his meat nearly fucking made his come then and there.

Hell. If this was how he was going down, he might as well at least enjoy himself right? Soon as that thought came into his head, Jack found that he could move again. He took each muscled arm and shoved them down on Tommy’s and Kylie’s heads, forcing them to suck even more forcefully on his pecs.

“Fuck...fuck yeah, you twinks! You like that, huh? A top who’ll put you in your place?!” Jack growled, his dick twitching as the two twinks moaned in reponse.

“And you...” Jack growled, reaching down toward Stevie, “Fucking take it all, you bitch” Jack shoved Stevie’s head down so that Jack’s length was fully inside him.

Jack grinned, reveling in the sight of the dominated twink. And that’s when he noticed it. Stevie was changing.

As he bobbed up and down on Jack’s dick, Jack saw that Stevie’s shoulders were drawing inward. His light pecs were flattening out. And his ass, the boy’s ass was growing...filling in with fat that made the two globes jiggle as Stevie worked up and down on Jack’s dick.

That ass.

“That ass...fuck! I need that ass!” Jack shouted, suddenly, throwing Kylie and Tommy off of him and reaching down to pull Stevie up onto his bed in one swift motion. The dazed twink stared up at Jack and Jack saw that even his features had become twinkier. Stevie had a button nose and his hair...it had always been platinum, right? Not wasting any more time, though, Stevie flipped and offered his growing bubble butt to Jack. Moving almost instinctually, Jack groped Stevie’s cheeks, then in one quick movement, plunged his dick inside.

“Ugh...” Stevie moaned, “Jackie...go easy on me, babe.” Jack paid the twink no mind. It was like he was on auto-pilot. He began to piston his cock in Stevie’s ass, ignoring the small part of his mind that was screaming for him to stop, that soon he’d be past the point of no return.

“Aww...I was hoping for more of a taste...” Jack was vaguely aware of Kylie off to the side as he said this. From his other side, he heard a sigh. Tommy.

“Me, too, hon...me, too...this may be a record. In the end, Jackie here didn’t put up much of a fight.”

Some small part of Jack felt outraged at this statement, but he quickly brushed this part of him aside. He couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt thrusting into Stevie’s newly fattened ass. As faggy as this was, somehow, when he was fucking this twink, Jack had never felt so manly.

“Fuuuuuuck yeeeah!!” Jack shouted, flexing his biceps as he continued to pump into Stevie. “Get ready, fag. I’m about to breed your athhole!” Jack starting thrusting even faster into Stevie, completely oblivious to the fact that he’d lisped the last word.

Off to the side, Tommy and Kylie smirked, each twink touching himself as they watched the show. It was about to happen.

Jack reached down with both hands to pull Stevie’s hair, causing the twink to moan even more, not noticing how his arms were rapidly deflating.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Fuck...fuck...fuck....” Jack muttered, feeling himself edging closer to coming, not noticing how his voice ratcheted upward in tone with each “fuck.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

It was getting strangely harder for Jack to keep his balance as he fucked Stevie. He’d always been a top-heavy guy...or so he thought, as he felt a droplet of sweat run down his slender chest. But he was feeling almost...bottom-heavy all of a sudden. It almost felt like his own ass was starting to jiggle as much as Stevie’s.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“I...think thomething’s wrong with me...” Jack lisped. He was still fucking Stevie, but he was starting to get fucking tired. “I...ahh!”

And with that, Jack came and as he came, it was almost like he could feel his cock contracting inside Stevie’s asshole, like it was growing...smaller.

Jackie - that was his name, right? - though about this only briefly before he promptly collapsed.

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“Pleeeeease, somebody fuck me!” Jackie whined, prancing through his dorm room half-dressed and glowering at his friends.

“Jackie, we’ve been over this, babe,” Tommy said with a sigh. He was entwined with Kylie on Jackie’s bed, both twinks still feeling sluggish after a night of playing with and sucking each other off. “There’s a lot we do...but topping isn’t one of those things, sweety!”

Jackie flipped Kylie off, before desperately turning to Stevie. “Please, Stevie? I fucked you last night, so you owe me one!” The lounging Stevie gave Jackie a tired look. Being fucked by Jackie last night had twinkified him even further.

“And you know that I appreciate that, doll, really!” Stevie mewled as he stretched out in a pair of Jackie’s briefs he’d claimed for himself, “But it doesn’t work that way! Once you come over to this side, it’s all about getting fucked, not fucking!”

Jackie crossed his arms and pouted.

“Yeth, I thee that,” he lisped. “Well, then...I need to find a guy to FUCK me! And thooner rather than later, pleath! Tho hurry up ladies, we need to go on the prowl for dick!”

Jackie turned, pausing as he caught sight of himself in his room’s mirror. He was a total twink. His face was boyish now with big lips and big eyes.His shoulders had narrowed considerably and much of his muscle had evaporated away, save for his abs. His dick was tiny now, too, but thankfully he could still fit in most of his underwear thanks to the growth he’d experienced in his ass.

“Thstill kind of thmall, though...” Jackie pouted, waggling his butt as he stared at his reflection, “Though if I could just find the right guy...hmm.”

Jackie turned and pranced back toward his friends. A minute or two of searching and he found his phone sandwiched between Kylie and Tommy in the sheets of his bed. He opened his phone to see the selfie he’d taken yesterday.

And then he scowled. “Eww...like gross, I looked like a total caveman...” he muttered, “Kinda hot, though...reminds me a bit of Brad, that sexy RA...” Suddenly, Jackie lit up! That was it! He turned to his friends, grinning devilishly.

“Ok, girls, listen up! You remember Bradley, from down the hall? I think it’s time we add him to our squad...”

[mitchtheficus]

A Golden Lovers Timeline

PART 2: LOVE AND SUCCESS

Even though Kota couldn’t speak English and Kenny had yet to learn Japanese, the Golden Lovers had no trouble communicating. Their friend Michael Nakazawa was able to serve as translator, but by August 22, 2008 he felt his services had already become unnecessary. A few people who knew them at that time describe them being able to communicate with just a look, or Kota speaking in Japanese and Kenny speaking in English and somehow the Golden Lovers were just able to understand each other. Kenny once joked that they communicated telepathically

Kenny comes back to Japan just a few months after their first meeting and in their very FIRST EVER 2-man tag match (January 24, 2009 - LINK) the Golden Lovers win DDT’s tag team championships

[ID: GIF from the end of the match, the ref is trying to hand the GLs their titles but Kenny pulls Kota into his arms and hugs him tightly. End ID]

They seem a little awkward with each other at the beginning of the match (Kota keeps glancing at Kenny while they wait for the ref to stop futsing with the belts) but they’ve clearly been practicing together, preparing for this moment because they already have their team moves down pat

their tandem move set (especially Golden Shower) is athletically impressive sure, but it’s also kind of magical when you think about what it means

"Somehow our jump height was the same, our spin speed was the same, and we would have the exact same timing of impact. It was really like twins were flying through the air." [Kenny speaking in The Golden Comeback documentary LINK]

not only did the GLs share one brain, their wrestling had naturally developed to be in perfect unison. more proof that this was destiny

In this match they get their first ever hot tag with Kenny bleeding and the GLs desperately reaching for each other, Kota lets out this yell when he can finally, finally get Kenny to safety and do some damage of his own

[ID: gif from the match, Kenny is crawling towards Kota across the mat before making a final jump, hitting Kota’s hand and tagging him in. Kota lets out a yell while getting into the ring. End ID]

they end it with their very first Golden Shower (the complete silence of the audience while they set this up is so so cool)

[ID: gif from the match, the GLs perform their finisher Golden Shower, twin firebird splash from on top of the turn buckle onto their prone opponent. End ID]

At the end, holding their new titles they shout “Safety first!” along with the audience in japanese as kenny bleeds all over his face

A few months later (May 4, 2009 - LINK) they have their first encounter with the s/ex doll legend Yoshihiko. anything involving the GLs and Yoshihiko is worth watching imo because it’s always so creative and insanely athletic and funny

[ID: two gifs, in the first the puppeteer for the doll Yoshihiko twirls the doll like it’s doing cartwheels across the ring, then in the second gif he stops and just THROWS the doll at Kenny and Kota as hard as he can. They both sell it like they got hit with a real person. End ID]

(at this point it’s probably necessary to give you a general content warning for DDT matches. Lots of dick jokes, lots of butts just out, frequently literally not safe to watch at work. Additionally the GLs often fight a wrestler named Danshoku Dino, who plays a homophobic predatory gay caricature and frequently uses sexual harassment and assault as a funny haha wrestling gag. Viewer discretion etc).

Just the next day (May 5, 2009) Kota wrestles on a njpw show, a tag match against Tanahashi (for new fans: njpw is another wrestling company in japan, all you need to know rn is that njpw is bigger and more prestigious than ddt) and asks to be allowed to participate in NJPW’s super juniors tournament 

At this time both of the GLs were working for DDT, but DDT and NJPW sometimes collabed which meant letting ddt guys on njpw shows and vise versa. In spring of 2009 kota got his wish and competed in njpw’s super juniors tournament for the first time, losing to Prince Devitt (now Finn Balor in WWE) in the semi-finals. (LINK)

Almost a year to the day that the GLs had their first match (August 8, 2009 - I can’t find this match anywhere!) they return to the Beer Garden (the location of their first match) this time as a team

[ID: picture of Kenny and Kota standing on top of the vending machine that Kota phoenix splashed off of in their first ever match. End ID]

DDT lets wrestlers produce the shows for this several-day event and this day is produced by Kenny. This match is a little bit of a love letter to how they met. One of their opponents is Mike Angels, the guy from Kenny’s cabin video. It’s a falls count anywhere match. And one of the spots is a re-enactment of the move that won Kota’s first fall against Kenny, a phoenix splash from on top of the vending machine, but this time they do it together

[ID: a gif from the match, Kenny and Kota do their Golden Shower finisher from on top of the vending machine mentioned earlier onto their opponent who is laying on a table. End ID]

After this match Kenny tells the crowd that a year ago he had almost lost his love for wrestling and that he had felt really alone “not just in wrestling but as a person.” (machine translation) but he has since found Kota and the DDT fans, and he feels really lucky

Kenny does a Q&A (August 2009) where he’s asked if his love for Kota is “real” (he says yes). he also says that his dreams for tag team success can only be realized with Kota as his partner

(DDT does a Samurai photoshoot and the GLs are involved, this is unrelated to anything, i just think you should know that you can see them cosplaying as samurais if you want)

The GLs end their first year as a tag team with a fatal four way match with Dino and Nakazawa (Dec 30, 2009 - [can’t find the full match anywhere but here is the end: LINK]). Despite technically being opponents, they refuse to fight each other. At the end of the match Dino forces the lovers to kiss and they get soooo distracted kissing that they don’t notice when Dino pins Nakazawa, causing them both to lose the match

[ID: Dino piledrives Nakazawa while Kenny and Kota kiss in the background. Kenny has his arms around Kota and is holding his head in place, and the end Kota kind of sags to the floor. End ID]

they’re soooo smiley afterwards, it’s v cute

[ID: Kota smiles at Kenny and looks away and touches his mouth. End ID]

[ID: Kenny smiles at Kota and touches his mouth too. End ID]

After losing they kiss again.

[ID: Kenny leans forward and Kota meets him for a little peck and Kenny squeezes his eyes shut and nods after it. The expression on Kenny’s face is complicated. End ID]

it’s uh a little fraught

[ID: Kenny is looking at Kota after their second kiss and his face is so complicated idk how to describe it, Kota is smiling though. End ID]

(the second kiss is something Kenny is still proud of to this day)

In the new year they’re pitted against each other again (Jan 24, 2010 - [this is probably my favorite ddt non-singles match of theirs] LINK) this time in a tag match and they’re so completely smitten for each other it pisses their tag partners off

[ID: Kenny and Kota go to shake hands before their match but they end up just holding hands and smiling at each other until Kota’s tag partner shoves them apart. In the background Kenny’s tag partner complains about this show of affection to the ref. End ID]

Kenny and Kota are completely unable to hurt each other

[ID: Kenny holds Kota’s arm so his tag partner can jump on it, but right as he jumps Kenny let’s go of Kota, abruptly jumping back like he just couldn’t make himself hold Kota there. His partner hits the ground and holds his face. Kota seems completely unsurprised by Kenny’s action. End ID]

[ID: Kota goes to kick Kenny in the back, Kenny braced for the hit, but he can’t seem to do it so instead he awkwardly walks up to Kenny and kneels down, putting Kenny in the gentlest headlock ever. It just looks like a backhug. End ID]

(at least at first)

and they can’t even bear to let their tag partner hurt their lover either

[ID: Kota’s partner is kicked kenny in the back, suddenly Kota runs by the camera, bounces off the ropes and uses the momentum to kick his own partner in the chest. Kota follows it up with a hard slap to his face. End ID]

the GLs briefly team up against their own partners, then Kenny tries to pin Kota (istg kenny) and the match becomes more serious

After the match there are no hard feelings. Kota checks on Kenny first before  remembering his tag partner for this match still exists

[ID: Kota checking in with Kenny, their hands on each others shoulders. End ID]

Later in the year (July 25, 2010 - LINK) Kota gets injured and as a result Kenny has to wrestle a match against Naomichi Marufuji in his stead. even tho Kenny loses, Kota comforts him and takes care of him after the match

[ID: two gifs, the first is Kenny lying on his back after the match. Kota kneels next to him, his hand on the back of Kenny’s neck, looking down at him. In the second one, the GLs stand by the ropes about to leave the ring, Marufuji says something to Kota and then gently pushes him towards Kenny. Kota reaches for Kenny briefly putting a hand on his waist. End ID]

Kota competes in the super juniors again (Spring 2010), this time losing to Prince Devitt in the finals. This match doesn’t seem to be in njpw’s archives but based on the pre-match video for their later WK match, it looks like Kenny and Michael Nakazawa went with Kota to the ring

Even tho Kota loses, all is not lost bc you see in the semi-finals kota pinned Taguchi, Devitt’s tag team partner, and as Devitt and Taguchi hold the njpw junior tag belts, this earns Kota (and a partner of his choice) a title shot

In the lead up to their tag match Kenny has a title match against Devitt with Kota and Taguchi seconding (Sept, 2010 [LINK]) and loses.

Alright so njpw is about to become a big part of the GLs story. for those who may be unfamiliar with the company, their content is very different from DDT’s, focusing on pared down matches (not much in the way of stipulations) and uniquely long-form wrestling stories. We’re talking years and decades here, like a wrestler trying to literally physically destroy a title belt in 2018 because of something that happened in 2013 kind of shit.

Most importantly: Kota has big dreams that involve njpw

and NJPW has an interest in Kota Ibushi

The GLs get their NJPW title shot on Oct 11, 2010 [this match is great, won Tokyo Sports’ match of the year for 2010 - LINK]. they’re clearly v much the underdogs, and there’s a few whiffs on the GL’s part where one of their opponents moves at the last moment and Kota just fully fckin kicks Kenny in the face. But around midway through the match they hit their groove, start pulling out their tandem offense and suddenly, working perfectly together, they have a chance.

(their friend Michael Nakazawa is there ringside and he gets fckin NAILED by every one of their out-of-ring moves. irl he’s helping them land safely and not get injured but within kayfabe it just looks like this poor random young lion is having the worst luck of his entire fckin life)

And against all odds the Golden Lovers win the belts!!!! 

[ID: two gifs from right after the end of the match. in the first Kenny and Kota look at each other for the first time since the victory bell rang and Kenny throws his hands up, Kota points at him, they start to crawl towards each other. In the second they reach each other and hug while still kneeling. Kenny always hugs Kota so tightly. End ID]

crucially Kota is the one who gets the pin on Devitt to win the tag titles. This means that, bc Devitt is the iwgp junior champion

kota now has a shot at his first ever singles title in njpw

[PART 3] [ALL PARTS]

[sychosid]

camboy au! Raven/Stevie [nsfw]

done for @wrestling-is-for-the-gays !! thanks again for commissioning me, I'm sorry this took so long!

this is just. smut. nsfw. yknow.

[Ao3 link]

Raven set up the room to be extra moody. This was a special stream for reaching one of his cash goals last time he was live. 

Candles lit, lights low, cameras set up. With a click, he was live, and his flock came pouring into the chat. There were incessant questions about what he had planned, greetings, asking him how his day was.

“I have something very special planned today. Good things come to those who wait, but better things come to those who take.” Raven sat back, leaning on something covered with a sheet next to him. He had his hands up on his knees as he saw the slow roll of messages. His flock, gathering to witness him so diligently like they always did.

A lazy hand rubbed at himself through his plaid boxers, licking his lips as he read through the chat.

“Excited is how I want you.” He spoke slowly, his dick growing under his hand. “You’re all curious about what I have next to me. This is my special thing planned for today.” He was nearly humming, rubbing at what he was laying on. There were muffled noises coming from underneath the sheet.

“Come now, you know everything comes with a price. It’s what turns our world. Exchanges of arbitrary value between people, to get what they want.”

With smug self satisfaction, he watched as all the tips rolled in. It was just so easy to get what he wanted from his dear flock. They wanted to know so badly. The praise rolled in about how good he looked, how curious they were, how badly they wanted to see more of him. They’d practically do anything for him. 

Just like who he had under that sheet.

Raven pulled the mass into view, what was clearly a wriggling body underneath there. He straddled it, rutting his hips onto who was underneath him. 

“I’m sure you remember the guests I have on from time to time. The core of my Flock. One stood out to you all…my very first follower, who’s just been so loyal to me for so long…” His fingers played with the edges of the sheet. Carefully, slowly, he pulled it back revealing who was underneath. A mess of wild, wavy blonde hair presented itself. A lithe body, stripped down completely and tied up elaborately with black ropes that forced his back to arch up. He was blindfolded and gagged with a ring. Raven caressed the face, nearly bored eyes looking down upon him. “Stevie Richards…this is how he looks best, don’t you all agree.”

Raven had no interest in the viewers and what they had to say. They’d like what he did, not tell him what to do. His hand would just guide them to the right place: his desires.

Stevie was helpless, completely. Raven could honestly spend all day staring at him writhing like this, lost in the beauty of him. Sometimes Stevie pushed him to points even Raven was afraid of, but everything was alright because of this balance. Stevie loved that Raven could be in control of him so thoroughly. The way he twitched as he ran his nails down Stevie’s toned stomach, through his trimmed happy trail, onto his dick. The way in which Stevie tried to rock him off because he couldn’t take it.

Small chimes kept ringing in, the money flowing. 

“Today, the Raven is in complete control. You all like that, don’t you? My hands, my body, my desires are in charge.” He looked straight into the camera, laying further down on Stevie, their hips grinding together. Raven stuck his tongue out, a hand grabbing Stevie by the hair as he licked across his jaw and up his face; across the gag holding his mouth open.

Stevie’s moans were barely audible. His skin under the rope was reddened from how long it had been digging into his skin. 

“You look good like this Stevie, you know that?” Raven pulled Stevie’s hair some more, straining his neck out as Raven bit down hard. He wondered how his own hair must’ve been tickling Stevie’s skin.

His eyes glanced over the chat as he got off of Stevie, positioning his knee over the taller man’s throat as he did. “A few of you wishing you were Stevie, huh? I bet you would. Could you handle it? Letting me control you, toy with you. I bet you’re the types who yell ‘no’ and ‘stop’ when you want someone to keep going as they torture you and tease you. Spineless, needing a guiding hand to lead you, don’t you.” He lifted his leg, not caring for Stevie’s reaction. Raven stayed kneeling, shifting so that he’d be straddling his partner’s face. Almost teasingly, he pulled the waistband of his boxers down to reveal his cock. He began to rub his dick against Stevie’s face, smearing the precum across his cheek and onto his tongue that was sticking out. Like a dog, he was practically begging for more with the way he lapped at the tip of Raven’s dick.

Raven leaned forward, until he was resting his elbows on the ground and his face against his fist, smothering Stevie with his cock. He read over the scrolling chat, addressing some of the comments with tips attached.

"Why not Kidman?" The flock leader rolled his eyes. "Because I wanted Stevie. His faith's been shaking and I need to remind him of why he's with me. A little bit of divine intervention." He was rolling his hips into Stevie's mouth, excitement growing as he heard his partner's muffled and gagged moans and whines. "Don't tell me you're questioning my choices?"

Stevie was squirming under him even more. Raven lifted his hips up, before rising up to his knees. His dick was wet with Stevie's saliva as it hung over his forced open mouth. The poor boy's lips were red after being abused like that. He pet down Stevie's hair, cooing at him. His hand reached over to the shadows, pulling out nipple clamps that were chained together. 

Shifting down the body under him, Raven positioned himself to lay on Stevie so that Stevie's dick would be rubbing up against him. Poor guy must've wanted to feel his dick between Raven's bare ass, but the boxers weren't coming off just yet. With a hot and heavy tongue, Raven licked at Stevie's nipples, sucking on them with loud and lewd noises. Stevie's panting and writhing only grew more intense, clearly overwhelmed by how sensitive his chest was.

"I've had poor Steve here tied up for hours now. He's been prepped and teased by the Flock just before this show…" Raven spoke as he pulled away. "I wanted him so desperate he can't think. And look at him…he really can't. I think he may have even cried under that eye mask of his…I'll spare his dignity today."

Looking bored, he read over the chat's responses as he clamped Stevie's nipples, eliciting a while on each sensitive bud. He pulled at the chain, feeling how his hips tried to buck under him.

"How cruel others are to you Stevie. These people are begging for me to make you cry even more and to show them your face. Remember, no one will treat you as good as I do." He gently scratched at Stevie's scalp like he was a kitten begging for attention. Stevie only reacted in kind, trying to get any more affection from Raven. "I treat you exactly how you should be treated."

He pulled harder on the clamps, making the man under him arch his back up before wrigglingly fruitlessly as the ropes dug into him more. Raven could perfectly envision the red marks that would be left in his skin; he could already feel how they would feel in the intimate privacy of when the cameras were off. The way his fingers would dip into them as he carefully massaged lotion into Stevie's sore body. His angel from above.

Raven didn't let go of the chain as he awkwardly stood, still bending over to make sure he didn't. With his free hand, he began pulling his boxers off, erect dick springing free. Underwear in hand, Raven lowered himself to kneeling again, before pressing the precum stained boxers against Stevie's nose and mouth. Poor Stevie tried to flail, unable to get away. Finally letting go of the chain, Raven held Stevie's head in place by the jaw as he used two fingers to stuff his boxers further into Stevie's open mouth.

"Enjoy that while I prep myself." Raven hummed, patting Stevie’s cheek. Raven sat down on his hips, reaching over to grab a bottle of lube he’d prepared. It was flavored of course. Strawberry. Not that it was being used like that for now. Maybe after they’d go offline he’d go down on Stevie as an apology, but for now he had to carry on for the masses.

Raven coated two of his own fingers, before reaching over behind himself to start prepping. He slowly pushed into himself, taking a slow breath. He bit his lower lip, working himself at an agonizing pace as he stared down the camera filming him. Scissoring his fingers to open himself up, but not showing the audience watching just how wide. It wasn’t like he needed too much prep with how often Stevie did remind him who was actually in charge (in the bedroom at least). That was for private. It got him more excited than anything he was doing right now, the way Stevie would get back at him, but that wasn’t what he should be focusing on right now. It did work to help his excitement, precum leaking from his dick. Raven could hear the way the chat was going crazy for it. The smell of the salt and cum and sweat began to hit him finally as he took careful breaths, opening himself up. Stevie was going to nearly rip his hair out after this and he couldn’t wait for that. Stevie. Stevie. Stevie–.

Now wasn’t the time to get lost in thought.

He pulled his fingers out of himself with a quiet wet pop. Raven hadn’t realized how much he was panting from working himself up. At least he wasn’t drooling.

The Flock leader wiped his hands off on Stevie’s dick, watching it twitch under his grasp. His calloused fingers wrapped around his partner’s member as he lined it up to enter himself. Raven began lowering himself, unable to stir his thoughts away from the man under him. The push of Stevie’s dick into him was nearly mind numbing in pleasure. Stevie certainly wasn’t the only one who’d spent hours in agony. 

Speaking of, the blonde was quick. Before Raven could lower himself further, Stevie’s hips thrust up into him with so much force, he collapsed onto the body under him. From there it didn’t take long for Stevie to still manage to take control, even being all tied up. Raven’s arms wrapped around Stevie’s body, holding him tighter than any rope could. Stevie’s dick worked him up the way it always did, hitting his prostate in the right way. The pressure built up so fast, it was taking everything from Raven to keep himself from just cumming right there and then. 

“Stevie, Stevie, c’mon…” Raven was mumbling, between panting and gritting his teeth. Anytime he tried to straighten up enough to take back control, Stevie bucked extra hard into him. Even more suddenly there were slender arms wrapping around him. Stevie’s arms, a feeling he’d never forget. He must’ve been working on that the whole time, the bastard. 

His arms pulled Raven close with one squeeze, before moving away. Raven couldn’t help the way the heat in his stomach grew with Stevie’s unrelenting pace.

And just as suddenly, Raven was the one on the bottom, being railed by his partner. He couldn’t help the quiet ‘no’s that spilled from his lips, with no real conviction behind them. Thankfully, Stevie had him covered, shoving the same dirty boxers he had been wearing into his mouth before pulling the ring gag over them, affixing it under his lips and against teeth. It was a simple and quick gesture but it was enough to throw him over the edge. His dick was twitching as he came against himself, on the velvet sheet he had set down for Stevie. Stevie, who didn’t even seem close to filling him up with his cum.

Slender fingers held his limp head up to the camera by the hair, fingers twisting into those curls.

Raven could hear the grin in Stevie’s voice as he spoke.

“Look who’s the fuck toy now, huh guys?”

[broken-clover]

"Send in a chara" for Azrael, please! I see so little of him so it'd be fun to see what others think!

Azrael! Wow you're right, there's not much of him. That's a shame, he's neat!

🍖 Overall opinion of them

So many fucked up implications about his existence if you think about it...which the plot absolutely does not go into, and I can't even be mad about it

🍖 Gender/sexuality headcanons

Gay, but in an ancient Greek kind of way

🍖 Favorite moment in canon

For a character that's arguably sort of one-note it never stops being funny that his first instinct is to just beat the shit out of someone. He has an impromptu team-up with Nu against Kagura and Litchi and after the latter two teleport away he immediately tries to beat the shit out of Nu

That, and the part where he's 'sealed in a dimensional prison that he can never escape from' and then in the very next game he immediately tears it apart with his bare hands somehow and escapes. King shit.

🍖 Favorite moment in a fanwork

I mean, again, there's a shockingly little amount of him, I don't think I've even seen much of anything

WAIT NO NO IM WRONG ITS GOTTA BE THAT TIME HIS DUB VA MADE AN INSTAGRAM POST IN-CHARACTER AND TOLD PEOPLE TO REGISTER TO VOTE

🍖 Favorite line, in canon or otherwise

I mean...is it really an option?

🍖 Characters I love seeing them interact with

Really, just want more of him. He was great in the contest gag reel partly because characters like Amane and Bang bounce off of him so damn well

🍖 Last thing before sleeping headcanons

Pick out any lingering shreds of meat from between his teeth and find a nice patch of dirt or a log

🍖 Sleeping habits headcanons

He's unfairly cute when he's sleeping, kind of like a cat, but if you get too close or touch him he'll bite your hand off

🍖 First thing after waking up headcanons

Consume the first meat he can find

🍖 Favorite locations headcanon

Wherever he can find a fight. Whether it's somewhere in the cities or wrestling a bear in the woods. If he can't find something he'll start something.

[phoenixyfriend]

Thoughts on “Auntie Soka and Little Leia” now that I’ve actually got it posted:

Call it a director’s cut! The process of actually writing the thing, and also jokes made along the way. Link to the actual fic.

Unfortunately, I don’t have the energy for image descriptions, even the text screenshots. Might come back that later. Most of this was DMs with @atagotiak​.

This was an entire thing before I even started writing:

Before I decided on ages and stuff Ahsoka, to Jango, who has had zero contact with Kaminoans: Okay I know I'm a Jedi kid so you hate me but this toddler is your clone from the future. Jango, tired: What the FUCK are you talking about. Rex, barely able to talk: Don't you dare leave me with him, Commander! Ahsoka: I'm not going to leave you I just--I'm so tired I'm so fucking tired I haven't slept in five days and someone tried to kidnap Leia two days ago I am so fucking tired I need help

Ben: [twenty years of depression followed by a 'now I'm safe' breakdown over the course of weeks] Sokari: [whatever the FUCK this mess is]

When Ahsoka mentions there only being three other Jedi at the time of her death,  I was thinking Kanan, Yoda, and Obi-Wan (Leia told her about the latter two living past her). She's not counting anyone that received training after the Temple fell, and she didn’t know about Cal.

When Leia says  “I was adopted and raised by one of the founders of the rebellion, a movement built on the desire to instate freedom and democracy in a galaxy that had lost even the pretense.”

Depa: I'm no therapist but I diagnose you with "incredibly fucked up." Ahsoka: yeah, that’s fair

"Why did you pick Depa for--" She's pretty and I'm gay. Also because of the Kanan thing But mostly I'm gay "It's not a visual medi--" GAY

Empty of context beyond general post-fic AU: "Hey Sokari, we need to engage in psychological warfare against this individual and--" "I'm going to break into his office and leave a threatening note on his desk and leave no other sign that I was there. He'll see that his security is nothing and the only reason he isn't dead is because I'm too nice to kill him." "...okay, not what we were planning, but that works. Why is that your first choice?" "I really like breaking and entering, it's soothing." Ben just standing there with a bland smile like This Is Normal.

"We need someone to infiltrate a highly guarded facility in hostile territory." "So we're sending the Torrent kids?" [sigh] "We're sending the Torrent kids."

Rex and Sokari insist on both going by "Torrent" even though Rex could be a Fett. Jango really wants him to be a Fett. Rex has too many grudges to agree to being a Fett for... a while.

I really hope it's blatantly obvious that Ahsoka's not a reliable narrator for some things Ahsoka: Fett could care less if I died Jango: jfc even if you are older than me I can see you're fucked up. Drink your hot chocolate. Hells. She's got good reason to expect him to hate her as a Jedi! BUT. THAT IS NOT REFLECTIVE OF REALITY

We don’t get a lot of actual characterization for Jango, but the way I played him out here is he has never really parsed that Jedi are people before all this. It's a lot harder to treat them as a monolith when the traumatized former child soldier is having regular breakdowns in your shitty little kitchen

Fett: I respect you Ahsoka: No, don't do that

Ahsoka’s vigilantism is something that, in my mind, she's associating heavily with Zygerria and then the clones.

I figured that she never bothered to learn Quinlan’s teacher’s name but in the process of looking up some basic facts (whether he had a surname), I found that Wookiepedia was forced to give us a VERY wide range of possible death in Legends.

Please take a moment to imagine Quinlan's FACE when Ahsoka initially dismisses him. Quinlan has put a lot of effort into being rogueishly charming! It's very useful for his line of work! He knows to expect either irritation or a return flirtation when he acts like this with people his own age! Ahsoka is not flustered OR rolling her eyes and insulting him, she's just ignoring him and it's a bit of a blow to the ego

This just makes me really happy:

This was the initial comment I made, as a joke What if Maul is just. There. On one of the planets they make a pitstop at. What if Maul exists as the walking problem he is, but fifteen, and Ahsoka immediately tries to kick his ass and drag him back to Coruscant. I do not have room for this plot but What If

Despite not having room for this plot, I proceeded to write this plot.

Maul is kidnapped and it’s the best thing that ever happened to him HE'S FIFTEEN HE'S DUMB AS SHIT AND HAS A BAD ATTITUDE AND YEAH HE'S A DARKSIDER BUT HE'S FIFTEEN

Ahsoka: I sense... Maul [takes off sprinting] Rex: [immediately takes Jango's blaster and runs after her] Jango: Wait who Tholme: Who Quinlan: Who Jango: [looks at Leia] Leia: I don't know who that is either! Ahsoka, already wrestling a teenager to the ground: Oh no, you're a child, REX STUN HIM AND GRAB THE CUFFS, I'M SURE FETT OR THOLME HAS SOME

Fighting him isn't even legal, they have NO evidence of criminal wrongdoing, so first she needs to yell until he admits to something she can fight him about

Ahsoka: When I see Maul, it's on SIGHT Maul: WHO ARE YOU

Ahsoka: The Force didn't give me hands just to NOT throw them when I run into That Crafty Son Of A Bitch

Ben, when they arrive, after the tearful reunion: You... you brought Maul. Ahsoka: Well, yeah, he's fifteen and kinda dumb. I figured we could drag him here and force him into therapy, see what happens. Ben: I can't quite tell through the gag, but I think he's threatening to feed you your own spleen. Ahsoka: Lol, yeah.

Ben is absolutely on team "get Maul therapy" and will fight the Council on rehabilitating the baby Sith But also it's like. Here's your daughter! And your niece! And your daughter's QPP! Also your best friend, but baby, and his teacher, and the biological origin of a number of people you cared for deeply! AND ALSO THE GUY WHO SPENT LITERAL DECADES CRAVING YOUR DEATH, FOR SOME REASON

I just really want Ahsoka lovingly bullying Maul She gives him noogies and the horns don't protect him because girl has reinforced gloves

Maul's only allowed a low-power training saber and his fights with Sokari involve Much Taunting by her and Eventual Screaming by him, and everyone pops by to see: 1. Sokari doing the most absurd flips, for fun. 2. The bullshit that is ataru-shien reverse-grip jar'kai in the hands of someone who makes it work 3. What a Sith lightsaber form looks like 4. Just the general nonsense that is the way these two fight

Tia said “Wrt ridiculous flips. I'm remembering that time she beheaded four Kryst'ad at once.” and I just Rex brings up the quadruple beheading at one point to get someone to stop asking questions and the awkward, horrified silence almost makes him regret it. And then Sokari just snorts and makes a joke about how Rex once speared a slaver point-blank and everyone's just like hello??? "are you two okay" "no"

Maul absolutely starts crushing on Sokari after a 'sword under chin' moment and she's just very "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you're fifteen, bye" GO MAKE PUPPY EYES AT OBI-WAN OR SOMETHING

The crushes are the worst part of everything, really, she's an attractive young woman that can kick a lot of ass, and a lot of people are into that! Unfortunately, most of those people are a decade younger than she is, mentally, because all the people her actual age look at her and see a child on account of the 17yo body.

It’s almost a good thing she’s in no place mentally for a relationship.

I just want Ahsoka to wear beskar.... I think that would be Nice........

This AU is also what caused this post.

I'm deeply enamored by the idea that Ahsoka can win fights against "older" padawans pretty much unilaterally, even when they team up 2v1 And then she offers to fight 5v1 "But only if I have permission to fight dirty." Ben approves it, a horror show full of "I fought many wars and will scream in your face or kick you in the balls if that's what it takes" follows She wins. There are no permanent injuries, but her reputation certainly gets weirder. Nobody under the rank of Knight agrees to let her fight dirty again. She just lets that stand because, well, she's not actually a padawan, she's thirty-three.

I’m not going to write this but my brain was EVIL and suggested it:

IT WOULD BE REALLY SAD IDK maybe 9yo Anakin has nightmares about what's happening to baby Ahsoka because bullshit about time-traveling force bonds IDK ANYWAY he cries to Sokari about the nightmares and she's like "oh shit" and it's time to go rescue herself from motherfucker unlimited

It's either that or she's like, expecting to welcome mini-me aaaany day now, for like, several months, before she realizes Something Went Wrong. Anakin’s dreams could even start right as she’s starting to realize something’s off.

Obi-Wan has never had a padawan that doesn't at some point bite Even Luke will, when pushed

OH also once the twins get Baby's First Lightsaber (training sabers, not real kyber), Sokari begs to borrow them for a dumb joke and tells Rex to get on her shoulders for a "Grievous Greeting" and they do The Thing

Jango and Ahsoka wrt Quinlan is just “Do I need to beat him up for you” “You realize I’ve beaten up sith lords before?”

JANGO'S TRYING He's just. "Can we be friends? Can I--can I be the guy that just noticeably gets in the way of a creep on the subway so you can be more comfortable without someone making a scene? I'm fucking trying here, give me a hint."

We didn’t actually figure out Jango’s age until this point. The only reason Fett's age matters is for Quinlan making a Wild Oats quip after Jango says he didn't know about Rex until a few weeks ago, and Fett going "How old do you think I am? And how old do you think the kid is?" and Quinlan getting Very Awkward as he does the math. Rex overhears and lets Quinlan sweat for a bit before saying "I'm a genetically-modified clone someone grew in a tube, he didn't know or have reason to know until he saw me with Sokari." Which is like. Eight additional layers of WTF, obviously, but at least Jango gets to avoid awkward wild oats jokes

Like, you’d expect the rebuttal to be ‘he’s my brother just with a biiig age gap’ or ‘he’s my nephew’

I find it very unfortunate for Quinlan that I've decided his defining characteristic in this context is going to be repeatedly putting his foot in his mouth

He’s trying so hard but "That sounds like a cool thing, maybe I'll ask ab--and it's another fucking trauma."

I'm doing Ahsoka&Jango t w i c e (there’s another fic where I’m doing it)

It’s just a fun dynamic! So much resentful respect.

Like she's twenty seconds away from calling him a bitch at any given time and he's just there like "I don't like you but I do see you move like you're about to tell an entire building to get on their knees with their hands in the air and I can respect that" Also she's probably much less judgmental about using blasters than Obi-Wan is The Maul subplot actually started with me daydreaming about Ahsoka grabbing a blaster for Reasons

I like the idea of Jango just deciding the most Useful thing he can do is help teach the Smol how to fight. He's AWKWARD around Rex and Soka because he doesn't know if there's anything he CAN teach them.

I didn’t actually plan for Tholme to figure out the age thing, he just SAID it and I had to sit there like Wait.

Ahsoka, Rex & Leia: ahhh, children Tholme: you say that like you aren’t children

I liked getting to write Rex's little "I have worked with all of them, and they're all Terrible" He loves them But They once got stranded on a planet that didn’t exist and Ahsoka died and Anakin killed a god.

There was research and discussion as to whether Ahsoka could win against Tholme but seeing as she held her own against Vader, and fought Grievous at that physical age without dying, etc.... yeah, the only thing holding her back was her body not being what she was used to, and she’s had a few weeks go adjust.

“I miss being able to just jump off skyscrapers” is such a jedi thing

Jango: I'll take the gun back if he tries to leave, they can't get far before--WHAT THE FUCK He knows Jedi are scary but he’s still not really used to just how over the top ridiculous they are He knows how to deal with Jedi in battle, not Whatever The Fuck These People Are Doing

Rex isn't even a Jedi, he's just so used to working with them. “Oh yes time for free-falling without a parachute again, same shit as always.”

Tia: I’m imagining Jango freaking out and Quinlan and Tholme being like. Concerned but mostly exasperated Clearly if they’re jumping off buildings it must be serious? But jfc they could’ve maybe communicated a bit more?

Leia: I want to finish my juice Tholme: Quin, stay with her while we go figure out what those two are doing. Quinlan: Wait what

Jango: Oh now he’s jumping off a building too??? Tholme: Sokari, you are not registered! You can't legally jump out windows yet! Jango: What the hell is going on? Is this normal?

We don’t necessarily know how often Ahsoka and Maul ran into each other after Mandalore. There was the later thing on Malachor, but other than that I'm just going with the idea that they ran into each other every year or two and just went for the eyes like feral cats

Ahsoka: I need to kick ass and you're coming with me. Rex: Yeah, okay. [several minutes later] Rex: Whose ass are we kicking?

Ahsoka and Rex

Neloms aren’t a SW fruit to the best of my knowledge, I just wanted to mess around with lemons/melons

Jango: you didn’t think any of this through, did you? Rex: you were there, you know we didn’t "When the Jedi says to jump out a window, I jump out a window."

Tholme’s real composed about stalking the ancient nigh-mythical enemy of his people, very “Life is already so goddamn weird”

This fic has been so heavy on the trauma but then I introduce Maul and suddenly it's the worst kind of comedy Nobody is competent, everyone's a little dumb, the bad guy is just grocery shopping

My propensity for banter has turned this into a six-person buddy cop comedy about Maul buying grapes They spend a significant amount to time ineffectually stalking Maul before Quin suggests the sensible option Quinlan just "You remember this is my literal job and specialty right"

Ahsoka sees Maul and all her brain cells go out the window except "Fight good" Usually she doesn’t need to worry about doing things legally. Maybe she needs to worry about someone seeing her do illegal things but she spent the past 15 yrs in a place where her existing was illegal

I feel like he’s also maybe kinda wanting to reassert that yes he is competent. Bc like. Ahsoka’s been kinda condescending this whole time and also can beat everyone up so. It's not his fault that he's actually the youngest person there, but.

Jango is finding this whole being friendly to Jedi thing a lot more overwhelming than he thought it would be. And overwhelming in different ways.

Maul usually signifies things getting worse and more horrifyingly tragic but he's just a dumb teen that they needed to arrest for his own good.

Quinlan: Look, I'm useful! Ahsoka: I've been through hell, wanna hear? Quinlan: NO. I DON'T. WHY.

Quinlan: I understand the concept of joking about your traumas, I do it sometimes myself! But sith hells that’s a lot of trauma.

Quinlan just wanted her to treat him as a Competent Individual, and here she is whipping out stories about Dying and Gods and the Force insists it's the truth and he just???? And apparently emo darksider over there is a Sith. And just, sure. Why not

A lot of people’s interactions with the time travelling disaster lineage is just

Tholme and Fett arguing and  Ahsoka's just waiting for a moment to pop in with "Hey, when's the last time either of you worked with the other's culture before this mess? Yeah, that's what I thought."

Much like Leia and Ahsoka hurting each other earlier, and Tholme figuring out the de-aging, we ALSO have Fett’s confrontation with Ahsoka being something the characters just did, rather than something I planned.

FTR the only time I managed to trigger myself while writing this fic was the “your behavior isn’t actually acceptable and we’ve all been trying really hard to give you room to recover but you have to at least make an effort to not be a bitch”

Writing about people having PTSD and symptoms of such: Yay! Writing about people having PTSD and engaging in toxic behavior to cope: Shit Ahsoka had... basically my exact reaction. It's "remind yourself that you're in the wrong, that they have a point, and then be overly formal in the apology because fuck if you accidentally make them feel sorry for you when they're the injured party"

Quinlan: Can we be friends? I mean, you're an asshole, but you're really cool. Let's be friends. (He MIGHT be nursing a crush) (Neat mysterious girl who can beat him up.)

Also he realises she's probably nicer when not having a slow-motion breakdown He's like "Huh, you'll probably be less of an asshole once you've gotten therapy."

...also, she pretty and got Nice Biceps

I love writing a good mental breakdown

I was so close to including a "he tried to kill me" just early enough for Jango to wildly misinterpret as her thinking Quinlan tried to kill her. He'd have been very confused, considering Quinlan's the one that called them down in a panic and currently has Ahsoka having her massive breakdown in his lap But

Tia:  I could see Jango interpreting it as idk, Quin resembling someone or for a moment acting like someone who tried to kill her and she had a flashback or something like that

There's absolutely room for a couple reasonable interpretations there And "trapped in a flashback about someone who tried to kill her" is absolutely what's happening! Just. You know. For a different reason. Jango probably wouldn’t assume Quin would hurt her, for one thing he seems to like her, for another even if he did he’s smart enough to pick a way that wouldn’t be so likely to get him caught

I had to step back and actually say “Also I'm just. Wow. I'm really just shoveling QPP Rex&Ahsoka at full speed”

Me, a few weeks ago, joking: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist Me, now, entirely seriously: Two halves of the same idiot black ops specialist

Me, belatedly: Oh, Ahsoka being joyfully mean to people was a form of mania she was unconsciously using to build a barrier between herself and her impending meltdown

She went from "just died" to "in charge of Rex and Leia" in like. Two minutes.

Confession: I've been delighting in the mental image of this whole Mess leading Jango to try to retake Mandalore, and Ahsoka loans him a saber for a 1v1 to get the darksaber.

“Can’t I just fight him barehanded? That’s how I did it on Galidraan.” "But the drama, Fett!"

Probably Rex has learned how to use a saber as well, because you never know when you have to borrow a weapon

I later changed my mind to Jango asking her to help, rather than her just sneak-teaching him, but it was funny.

Background nonsense to all this is Ahsoka and Rex, despite Rex being as force-sensitive as a lump of coal, having developed a process where she can extend her sensitivity to him mind-to-mind for weird symbiotic battle trance that scares everyone around them. It’s very similar to Battle meditation.

CONTEXT FOR LEIA BEING WORRIED ABOUT THOLME HIDING THINGS: Tholme is hiding the fact that the Council reached out and told him that the people he picked up might be connected to Ben and Luke, who showed up after the Depa thing but a solid week and change before Jango's ship makes it to the Temple. They asked that he not share that information to avoid getting anyone's hopes up in case the two situations aren't related. Ben and Luke haven't shared enough information for anyone to really be sure if the other three are connected Because the info Tholme has isn't quite the info Jango has, etc. And they can't just say Ben is a future Obi-Wan over comms

I just have a lot of feelings about people trying to do something right and just. Nobody's at fault! Not really! It's just complicated!

Tia: I like how when Ahsoka isn’t doing maladaptive trauma response stuff she’s very mature. And of course she’s had to be but it’s a good like, contrast. Where when she slows down to think about things she’s very sensible

Jango just spends most of this story lowkey wanting Ahsoka to Be His Friend but there's too much baggage that he's only metaphysically responsible for

Local aroace(?) has a squish

Ahsoka: He just wants to get on my good side because of Rex. Jango: I'm pretty sure you could kill an entire army without trying but you wouldn't because you have actual morals and stuff... and when I met you it was because you were killing yourself trying to keep (what appeared to be) children safe... you seem cool please be my friend.......

Ahsoka’s #1 weakness: mountains of trauma Ahsoka’s #2 weakness: she just doesn’t get why so many people think she’s cool and want her to be their (girl)friend

Jango, a 27yo massacre survivor who's killed Jedi masters with his bare hands: [gets lectured on various government structures by a tiny girl that's missing several teeth and needs to sit on books to see the table properly]

Ahsoka was raised in a religious meritocracy but developed all her opinions during a galactic war and then became a vigilante spy, Rex comes from a military cult, Leia is from an inherited monarchy that participates in democracy, Quinlan was originally from what appears to be a dynastic dictatorship, and IDK about Tholme other than that he is also from the religious meritocracy. And in legends Quinlan came to the religious meritocracy after his aunt sacrificed his parents to a vampire cult and then forced him to experience the psychometric echoes of that. There's just. A lot going on.

Leia at least has knowledge about structure and admin in theory that isn't based in either the military or populations under 10k

Jango: I want to be your friend. Ahsoka: Sounds fake.

I am unfairly fond of "Rex destroys a conversation by bringing up his own horrifying childhood and calling it a cult"

"Why does Sokari call you 'Rex'ika'?" "Because she's older than me." "...can I--?" "No."

Nickname privileges are extended ONLY to Ahsoka and older clones. There are no more older clones, so it's just Ahsoka.

Me joking about Star Wars AUs: Would you like a crackship? Me writing actual Star Wars fic: My favorite character type is apparently “too traumatized to have a relationship” so this is at least 90% gen.

I had to pull a scene opening at one point because Ahsoka's skill with not getting shot is actually much less useful than Tholme's clearance levels.

Now I really want a team-up of Ahsoka, Rex, and Jango where they do have to get in a dogfight of the "she flies, we shoot" variety and Fett just has to scream because the speeder thing to catch Maul was one thing, but this....

Ahsoka, before TCW: I know all the traffic rules but I'm not that great at flying! Ahsoka, after TCW: I'm great at flying but if you let me behind the wheel we are absolutely getting arrested.

She went from "knows the rules but doesn't have the skills" to "has the skills but primarily in the form of not getting shot" which! Is delightful! "Bet I can get us through that alley--" "DO NOT"

Jango and Ahsoka are both just very "Is this friendship? Is this camaraderie? My heart's been fried on platonic love by so many murders that I'm not sure anymore." "I've lost a lot of friends. I kind of forgot how to make those."

I have no idea if "hasn't been closer than Alderaan except that one trip to Chandrila" is canon-compliant but ehhhhhhhh It feels plausible enough?

Belatedly realized that I could just explain my optimal Rex&Ahsoka dynamic as just... drift compatible. It's vague enough on the specifics while still digging into the meat of what they mean to each other and how they work together. The terminology is already in existence. I can just use it.

Romantic? Platonic? Familial? Doesn't matter! They're drift compatible.

They are important to each other and that is what matters

I really like the Leia&Quinlan thing. He's just like "This small child needs a friend that isn't super depressed," and decided he's going to be her friend. I keep trying to toss in "Quinlan volunteers to 'baby'sit." She's not much older and she has a Baby Brain, it works out

There's a running bet as to whether Leia will leave the Order the second she turns thirteen, or if she'll let Sokari "train" her for a few years first. And... that’s how I came up with Leia Antilles, Senator of Serenno.

They'll be bullshitting Ben as her new master to "finish out the padawanship" since they can't tell everyone she's really in her thirties and he's conveniently there and already knows everything and was half her master anyway. Like Ben was planning on taking on Luke, but Luke is "six" and even he can't swing that as old enough to be a Padawan, and it's not like Sokari will take more than a handful of years to justify knighthood, sooooooooo