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sevsdollette · 1 month ago

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quickie at work with trans sevika ;) no established relationship but they've definitely fucked before. coworkers with benefits, yk?

warnings for: smut, making out, clothed sex, breeding kink, creampie, brattaming?

not proofread. MDNI and men go away

silco had been making you run around all morning. there was a shimmer shipment coming in, runners needed to be sent out to sell, and there was a rumor that enforcers would be making rounds later. it was going to be a long day, and you probably weren't going to go home until late at night.

for the first time in hours, you had a moment to catch your breath. you were up in the warehouse office, stacking papers and putting down your pen. your job as silco's bookkeeper was to tame for your taste, but it kept you out of the dangerous chaos. you were smart enough to keep away from the grunt work of silco's trade.

you got to play out your little office fantasy. a big corporate woman up in piltover, bossing around interns and earning big paychecks. the reality of it was your cash was dirty, and your product was laced.

a heavy sigh fell from your chest as you leaned back in your chair and looked out the window. as you stared at the grimey street below, a knock came from the other side of the door.

sevika opened it without a word or further warning. you looked up at her and wrinkled your nose. she was just as pissed about the busy day as you were. your muscled coworker was always meaner when she was stressed. it made long days like this even longer.

you sat up in your seat. "can I help you?"

she was a sight for sore eyes no matter how difficult she was. you liked each other enough to have some hot sex on off days. you never saw yourself settling down with someone like her, and you assumed she never wanted to settle at all. nothing was official, of course. work would get more complicated than it already was.

but she was here for something.

the look in her eyes told you to go over to her, but you wanted to hear her say it. you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your desk and propping your head up. you knew that doing this let her see down the low collar of your shirt.

she approached your desk and leaned down. her calloused hand reached out and took your chin to tilt it up. her large frame loomed over your desk, face close.

she kissed you slowly, reeling you in. her rough lips consumed you all at once. and she was nearly pulling away today draw you up out of your seat.

you grabbed her face, hungry for all of her. she deepened the kiss and, soon, you were crawling over your desk to stand with her. you could have walked around, but that would mean you’d have to stop kissing her. and that just wasn’t an option.

she gripped your hips, holding you firm against her as she pressed you into the desk. she slid her hands down your thighs and up, fingers reaching under your skirt.

she massaged your ass and let you grind on her, her kisses dipping down your jaw to the crook of your neck. you moaned and hooked your arm around her neck, your other hand sliding under the hem of her shirt.

you were practically dying to have her already. with every movement of her hands or hips, you could feel your cunt ache. each heavy sigh that fell from her lips made you wet.

but she was leaning back. her lips dragged up your neck to peck your cheek before she stopped. she focused her tense gray eyes on your face as she stared to let go of you.

"sev..." you sighed, pulling her back. "sev--"

she chuckled at your neediness. "no, baby, i have to go now. they need me at the docks."

"just stay here,” you pleaded. you put your hands on her hips, trying to keep her close to you. “i'm dying with all this shit to do. i need a distraction."

"i've distracted you enough..."

her words and gaze fizzled away as your hand slid down to the front of her pants. you rubbed lightly over her clothed bludge and smirked against her lips. "you're such a brat, you know that?" she growled.

you hummed and smiled, your hot breath making her shiver as you pressed your core into hers. you laughed under your breath as you felt her getting hard though her pants. "what are you gonna do about it?"

she moaned in your ear, face hidden in your neck as you kissed her jaw as nipped at her earlobe. you rubbed your thumb over the jutting tip of her dick trough the fabric of her clothes. you nearly had her knees giving out as you felt the precum stain the front of her pants. but that was a problem for later.

you whispered in her ear. “come on, sev,” you drew out your words, your hand guiding hers back under your skirt to the band of your panties. “it would be so easy to just…”

you helped her grab the edge of your underwear and pull. she got the idea, dragging them down your legs and watching in awe as she got them off of you. the impression of her cock through her pants was practically pulsing with need. she saw the wet cloth of your panties and lost all common sense.

she lifted you up, setting you down on the desk and pushing your skirt up to your hips. she dropped to her knees and drove between your legs.

you cried out, your head tipping back as her tongue dragged between your folds. she needed to get you ready for her dick, her mouth working wonders to get you worked up.

she sucked your clit between her lips and you nearly screamed. you gripped her hair tightly, working your hips against her face. she was ravenous, licking through your folds and to your bud, spitting on your cunt to make sure you were worked up enough.

the sounds she made were filthy. she had no shame, no decency in how she desired you. two minutes ago, she was professional and working. now you were at her mercy.

as her mouth worked on your clit, her fingers slid between your legs to tease the edge of your hole. your tensing thighs and mutters of encouragement led her to dip two fingers inside your dripping hole.

she needed to open you up for her dick. she worked her fingers in, curling them inside of you to hit your g-spot just enough to rile you up. you didn't want her to stop, your hips rolling to match the motion of her fingers as you rubbed your clit against her nose.

but your whimpers and moaning were doing too much to her. just before you could finish, she stood back up, panicked hands grabbing at her belt. she kissed you quickly, letting you taste yourself and her spit, before moaning, “help me, baby—fuck, i want to cum inside you.”

you burned without her. your hands joined hers in undoing her belt and unzipping her pants. she pulled them and her boxers down enough for her erection to spring out. it was intimidating, and she left you no time to think of the stretch it was about to cause.

she grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk before lining herself up with your hole. you felt the tip press against your cunt before she thrust in all at once.

you moaned and struggled, your nails digging into her back as she held herself inside of your. your cunt pulsed around her cock, whining from the sheer size of her. you needed to feel every ridge and vein rubbing inside of you, but she wouldn’t move. she held your thoughts, keeping you in place as you whined

“sev,” you sighed, breathless, “sevika, please.”

she huffed in your ear, her hot breath making you shiver. “you act like a brat and i’m gonna punish you like one. you’ll stay here until i say so.”

your head fell in defeat into her shoulder, a faint cry in your throat as all you could do was listen. you were at her mercy, listening to everything she wanted. you just needed her to fuck you.

but it seemed like she couldn’t listen to her own rules. at the sound of your distain and begging, she couldn’t contain herself. she held you close and dragged her hips back slowly. you breathed heavily and focused on every sensation in your core. how she rubbed every inch inside of you, sliding out.

she pulled out just so that her too was still inside. this was almost worse: the waiting. how you weren’t really empty, but it was hardly enough. you made some noise in your throat and encouraged her on, trying to beg but not having the words.

she thrust back in and moaned loudly in your ear. your eyes rolled back as she started to fuck you.

“hmph—!” you moaned, one arm wrapped around her and the other propped up behind you. the two of you positioned yourself in a smooth, easy position that let her decide on a slow, firm pace. you rolled your hips with every thrust, head tipping back so she could kiss the column of your throat.

she humped her dick into you, ravishing in the feeling of your cunt wrapping around her so perfectly. she was lost in the feeling of you, mind dizzy as she got pussy drunk off your cunt. she could still taste you on her lips.

her teeth grazed your neck and stuck to leave a kiss. she bit and sucked your skin, wrapping your legs around her hips and cradling your body against hers.

you tried but failed to keep your strength. you just needed to lie back and let her have her way with you. your arms holding you up gave out and you fell back into your desk, hands landing on hers around your hips as your head tipped back over the edge. you were upside down, the words spinning as she dizzied you and made you senseless. you felt so full, head fuzzy as all you could think about was her dick inside of you.

this new position made everything more intense. she was able to fuck deeper into you, her dick reaching that perfect spot inside of you. you were stretched so deep you could feel her in your lower stomach, splitting you in two. with every thrust, she worked herself closer to her peak. and she wanted you there with her.

she pressed the pad of her thumb over your clit and began to rub in slow, circular motions. the pressure and rotation had you keening and dipping your head back upside down. your thighs tensed and clenched around her torso as everything blurred.

tears grew in your eyes as you muttered stray pleas for her to let you finish. she began to fuck you harder and faster, so much so that your desk was scraping against the floor and your breasts shook with every motion. you were unreachable, everything spinning with hot, white pleasure until you felt her reach the perfect spot on your clit.

with one more solid slam of her hips, you cried out, nails raking down her forearms as you came. you moaned pathetic curses and whines that were lost to the air around you as you felt her finish as well.

she groaned and fell forward, her hand holding her back from falling on top of you as she came inside of you, filling you up.

for a moment, a dose of panic filled you as you realized what she had done. she heavied above you, face dipping to kiss gently on your neck and whisper admirations in your ear. she stayed inside of you, holding your hips close so you didn't move a muscle. you wrapped your arms around her and let her be sweet to you.

she kissed you and tasted your tongue, teeth nipping at your lip just enough to rile you up for a moment. then she pulled back. she rubbed your thighs gently and pulled out, her cock slipping out easily as her cum stayed inside of you.

you felt it dripping out of your pulsing core. it drove you insane to know she left you used and waiting. she got off and was ready to go back to work while you still needed hours of her attention.

"you're gonna have my babies, okay, baby?" she shoved her fingers inside of you, plugging your hole and rubbing her cum around to make sure it stuck. "god, it's gonna kill me to see you walking around here carrying my kid."

your face grew red and hot. "sev..." you were sore and tired from how large she was, and her fingers weren't helping. everything she said made her cunt ache for more of her, but fatigue was catching up to you.

her hot, large figure kept you comfortable and you could've dozed off in her arms right there. you looked up at her with wide eyes. “i don’t want you to go.”

she gave you a pitiful look and pulled her fingers out, making you shudder. she wiped her fingers off on the inside of your thigh and then patted your ass. “i’ll be by to pick you up later, okay, princess? just keep me with you for the rest of the day and i’ll fuck more into you tonight.”

she brushed some hair out of your face and kissed you softly. you were ready to melt, to get on your knees and beg her to stay, but she was leaving.

“i’ll see you later, baby,” she promised, she stepped back to fix her pants, adjust her shirt and walk out. you sat up, pressing your knees together and feeling how her semen moved between your lips and inside of you. you could feel it still, and your hips were sore from taking the girth of her.

but you stood up on shaky legs, finding your panties on the floor and pulling them back on. you shoved your skirt down, adjusting it, and shuffled back around to sit back at your desk.

you had to wait hours until you'd see her again.

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oh my god what did i just do.

HI!!, i'm back. and of course, it's during October lol. i wrote this while procrastinating my midterm essay. don't tell my professor. but it kind of inspired me to write something else, so look forward to (maybe) some royal reader x knight sev. or something of the sort... with um more breeding kink because.. @-@ sorry not sorry.

tag list:

@archangeldyke-all, @cacston, @sevsarm, @sevsbaby @maneskinwh0re

#fanfic #fanfiction #arcane #arcane league of legends #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x y/n #smut #sevika fanfic #sevika arcane

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inawickedlittletown · 1 month ago

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What Do You Mean, A Plane (BuckTommy) - 8x03 coda

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“I really hope those idiots get a huge fine,” Tommy said.

Lucy bumped her shoulder against him. “I think they will.”

“How many incidents like this is it going to take before people figure out that it isn’t a good idea to use a freaking explosive to find out the sex of their baby?” Tommy asked.

Lucy sighed. “In premise it’s a cute concept if it’s like a cake with pink or blue frosting inside but it has gotten out of hand.”

“And what if the kid is nonbinary? Or trans? Then what, the parents went through all this trouble just to then realize that they were wrong the whole time. I just don’t get it. And considering how dumb they and their offspring are likely to be, what if they go and have a different gender reveal and set off another fire even when they’re told that the dry climate isn’t the time or place to do something like this.”

“You’re just a grump today, aren’t you,” Lucy said with a grin. “Lighten up, I think we should be good to go home in a bit. And hey, at least now I know I’m not expecting a gender reveal party whenever you and Buck wind up having kids.”

Tommy decided to ignore her second statement. It was way too soon to think about kids even if Tommy could picture it.

Lucy gave him a nudge. “Too early?”

“We haven’t even moved in together yet. Yes, too early.”

“Yes, but you want him to move in, don’t you.”

She was not wrong. Evan was at his house all the time as it was, but the times when he wasn’t it felt emptier and far more quiet than Tommy preferred.

“That’s not a denial,” Lucy said. “Come on, Kinard, this was not that bad.”

It wasn’t. Tommy had been in the air to start dropping retardant and also helping smokejumpers get to the fire from the inside. Then, he’d been told to bring the copter down and join the ground crew. He’d found Lucy there.

“Any idea why they brought us down?” She’d asked.

“I guess they needed more hands down here,” Tommy said, but took note that there were no other helicopters or jets flying over the fire.

It had been a long day, but the fire was basically out, some smoke still rising into the sky. He really did think going home sounded perfect. It’d be even better if Evan was there, but Evan was on shift probably still dealing with calls related to the killer bees. Evan had said the weather had likely sent them on their way and Tommy supposed the smoke from the forest fire had calmed them too. Probably. No more bee-nados.

When they did get cleared to go, Tommy just let out a huge yawn. Maybe it was the lack of sleep making him feel grumpy. Except that he would still be pissed at stupid people and gender reveal parties if he was fully rested. He and Lucy wound up hitching a ride with another company and they were all far too tired to talk to each other.

Tommy checked his phone instead of making small talk. There were a few emails. Promotional garbage, a couple of bills that were on autopay and a few other random things. Nothing that required his attention. Evan hadn’t called or texted since the morning, but Tommy had seen and responded to that text.

Evan: I don’t know what’s bothering me more today, Gerrard or the noise from the construction.

Tommy: Tune them both out? Hang in there.

When they got back to Harbor, he ignored the way that some of his coworkers seemed glued to the tv in the break room in favor of going to get cleaned up and out of his sweat drenched clothes. By the time he was done, they all seemed to have scattered again. The last he saw was a helicopter going up into the sky.

He made it out to his car and found that there was way more traffic than should be normal especially when he wasn’t getting on a highway, so he put on a podcast and didn’t mind the longer drive. He made it home in one piece and then after warming up some of the leftovers went straight to his bedroom, got out of his clothes, and climbed into bed. He sent Evan a text before putting his phone on do not disturb.

Tommy: Fire’s out. I’m home. Come over when you’re done with your shift, I’ll probably still be asleep when you do. Be safe out there.

Then, he passed out.

Tommy woke up when he heard his front door open, but stayed in bed until Evan made it to his room, sitting up slowly and blinking at him.

“Shit, did I wake you?” Evan asked, voice low.

“It’s okay. Hi, Evan.”

“Hi,” Evan said and he crossed the room to lean over to kiss Tommy.

“What time is it?”

“Little after two,” Evan said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “I’m actually surprised we were allowed to go. They’re still working on clearing the plane. I guess if you call out half the firehouses out they had too many of us to keep all of us.”

Tommy blinked a few times. “What do you mean, a plane?” he asked.

“The one that landed on the 110?”

“What?” Tommy asked. “A plane landed on the 110?”

“Yeah,” Evan said, “why do you think everyone was grounded? Weren’t you? Anyway, Athena landed the plane on the 110 after Bobby and I cleared it for her. Everyone made it. Well…not the Captain I think they said she was pulled out through a hole. The co-pilot had a heart attack.”

Tommy was at a loss for words. And then, it hit him…

“Did you just say Athena landed the plane?”

Evan nodded. “But don’t tell anyone. Bobby says she wants to remain anonymous. She’s happy to just be the passenger that saved the day.”

“Evan, we’re going to have to backtrack to the beginning. I haven’t heard about any of this.”

“Oh,” Evan said, eyes widening. “How? It was on every news station.”

“I was at a fire,” Tommy said.

Evan went through it. An in air collision that wound up with Athena of all people in the pilot’s seat with a kid that was at most twelve. How the 118 had spent most of their day talking people on the plane through triage and first aid for other passengers. How Evan had been trying to reach Bobby the whole day and then just went to get him instead. Lucky decision as it turned out.

“Who talked Athena through all of it?” Tommy asked.

“ATC got a flight instructor on the phone,” Evan said. “It worked even when the plane couldn’t be turned.”

“The plane had no rudder?” Tommy asked.

“The plane had at least two holes and caught on fire after landing,” Evan said. “Sure add not having a rudder.”

“Evan,” Tommy said because it was not the time for joking.

“Bobby, Brad, and I were on the phone with Athena trying to get to the airport when she found out it wasn’t going to turn, so we wound up clearing the highway for her to land. It all worked out.”

Tommy let out a breath and he reached for Evan’s hand. It did work out. Tommy had clearly missed the whole thing, but it had worked out and that was very important to him especially because it meant that Evan had come home to him. Still, a small part of him did wish he’d been looped in. Tommy had never flown a commercial passenger plane or anything, but he did know how. At one point he’d even considered that a possibility after the Army. Tommy didn’t know how much help he could have offered from the ground, though, and Athena had already been connected to a flight instructor. Still, that didn’t meant that he didn’t feel a little left out maybe.

“Wait, you said you had to clear traffic on the 110,” Tommy said. “How’d you manage that?”

“Borrowed a motorcycle,” Evan said.

“Borrowed a motorcycle,” Tommy repeated.

“Needed to get there somehow,” Evan said. “Bobby and I already stole a truck from the set of the show.”

Tommy let out a small laugh at that. “What?”

“How do you think we were at the right place at the right time.”

They talked a little more about it. How Bobby had taken a firetruck off the set of Hotshots and how they were joined by one of the actors. How it took a while for anyone else to arrive. How Buck had felt the windstream of the plane as it came down.

“It was so good to see Bobby take charge. I missed him so much, Tommy.”

“I know,” Tommy said. “I know you do. Where was Gerrard during all of this?”

At that, Evan pulled away, he turned so he could look directly at Tommy.

“He was — probably still is — in the hospital. They never did get back to us on how he was.”

“The hospital? What happened to him?”

Evan went stiff. “Uh…so he got in my face again. Started just ranting at me and then I heard one of the buzzsaws come loose. Well, no, I don’t know if I did. I pushed Gerrard so hard he hit his head on the ground. There was so much blood, Tommy. Hen thought he was concussed.”

Whatever he felt about Gerrard, and whatever that man deserved, he didn’t like what this was doing to Evan. Tommy sat up a little more, letting his sheet pool at his waist. He pulled at Evan until Evan scooted next to Tommy, leaned into him.

“The buzzsaw would have hit him?” Tommy confirmed.

Evan gave a nod. “I just acted. Pushed him. But I was so angry so I don’t — I don’t know why I did it. I don’t know if I did it to save him. I don’t know.”

Tommy wrapped an arm around him, brought Evan right into him and kissed the side of his head.

“I know you, Evan, and Gerrard has been taunting you and driving you crazy for months, and while I think he can hit nerves — he’s good at it — you wouldn’t turn to violence even against him. I think you saved him.”

Evan groaned. “I’m going to get fired, aren’t I?”

“Why?” Tommy asked. “You saved your Captain’s life even if you did injure him and you were instrumental in saving a whole bunch of people both on and off that plane. I really can’t believe I missed it.”

“Well if not fired, then how much worse is Gerrard going to be?”

That Tommy couldn’t predict. Gerrard was a loose cannon, a bigoted one that didn’t approve of anyone and had certainly had it out for Evan from day one. Tommy hated how powerless it made him feel, but he could be the shoulder that Evan leaned on.

“Hey, whatever he does, I know you can handle it. Now, tell me again about you stealing a prop from a set, how does that even work?”

“Apparently they use real trucks even if they’re not outfitted with the right tools,” Evan said.

“And the motorcycle. And why is this the first I’m hearing about you knowing how to drive one.”

Evan laughed, leaning into him. “Tommy, I’m so glad I could come here after all that madness.”

“Me too, Evan. Me too.”

The next morning, when he finally got around to watching the footage of the whole thing he figured it was probably better he hadn’t known until after the fact, when he already knew that Evan was alright and that so was everyone else.

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bevy-obeyme · 4 months ago

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I know you're super busy but if you have the time, I wanted to request a Trans FtM MC with the brothers, mostly headcanons or cute shenanigans! Like asking the brothers helping MC recover from Top Surgery!!! Please it would make my year!! Thank you so much for reading!

Of course! It’s no problem and I’ll try to get all my asks done today!! :))

I really appreciate requests that give me different prompts because I myself as I have stated numerous times am a cis female and being introduced to other perspectives is really intriguing for me!!

Shenanigans with the brothers as a Temale to Male MC

Lucifer - Top Surgery.

- No doubt, going into surgery was a nerve wracking thing. He could only admire your bravery to do so.. and hold your hand in comfort as you walked in.

- You got registered in and sat in the doctor’s office, Lucifer was sat besides you rubbing your knuckles absentmindedly and pressing kisses against your cheek, reminding you that you’d do great.

- Post surgery - he could see your delight, your newfound comfort in being more masculine. He couldn’t help the tiny smile that dotted on his face at your happiness.

- He did notice the scars and was always careful when admiring you. In fact, he seemed to be even more enamoured. Those scars were a sign of strength. A sign of resilience.

‘’No matter what you look like, you’ll always remain mine. And that’s all that matters.’’

Mammon - A lower class demon misgendering you.

- You bet, he would be hella pissed.

- You both were walking through the town square, hand in hand when suddenly his demonic hearing picked up on snickering.

- Snickers about you and transphobic comments.

- How dare they make such comments about you? So he yelled out to them.

- If that didn’t work, he would literally square up on them. Give them an intimidating glare and go up to them with his hands on his hips, you behind him as he rambled off, insulting the inferior demon’s intelligence and what not.

- At one point, you had to literally hold him back as you could swear he was about to throw hands.

‘’Yea’, yea! Walk away, I dare ya! Stupid scum! Next time I see ya bastards hangin’ around, insulting MY ____, yer gonna regret it!’’

Leviathan - Cosplaying to combat body dysmorphia.

- Levi noticed just how sad you looked in the Ruri-chan cosplay.

- Sure, you agreed to cosplay with him but he still felt bad about taking up your time.. he should’ve known a stupid otaku like him would only take up your time.

- However, then the realisation dawned on him. Ruri-chan was a girl and you were trying to transition… oh. OH.

- To say he felt horrible was an understatement, and he immediately offered to switch cosplays. He reassured that you still looked masculine and that a gender-bend Ruri-chan wasn’t that bad of an idea.

‘’Y-You look so cool as Ruri-chan! Who cares if she’s a girl? C-Cosplaying is all about the fun of it!’’

Satan - Helping insecurity and deep rooted inferiority.

- Satan could see it. Even if you never stated it, that you held a lot of gender envy towards him and his brothers.

- He sympathised with you. Feeling like you were born in the wrong body was awful no doubt. And the fact that you would always feel inferior to ‘real’ men.

- But Satan always countered that - what defined a ‘real’ man? Sure, anatomy might be one answer, but the second was identity.

- Gender was nothing but a social custom. Dresses being feminine? An opinion. Suits being masculine? Also an opinion. Mindsets, emotions and thoughts didn’t have a set gender and Satan made sure to express that clearly, hell, you’ve seen his brothers haven’t you?

- His tone was logical and firm. Reassuring you that you were justified in being who you were and that labelling yourself as a man was okay.

‘’Don’t let other people drag you down to their levels of simplicity. I’ll love you no matter the form you take ____.’’

Asmodeus - Help diminish masculine stereotypes.

- He too noticed your gender envy. But the avatar of lust had a different way of dealing with it.

- Any time you two went out, he’d make sure to apply makeup, wear skirts, high heels - any ‘feminine’ thing you could think of just to show you there was no harm expressing yourself in a ‘girly’ manner even as a man.

- He also did it to place the attention on him. He didn’t care for the confused looks or admirers. He strutted like he owned the place and he wanted you to do the same.

‘’Confidence is a lifestyle darling. Once you begin living it, people will love you for the amazing man you are.’’

Beelzebub - To feel more masculine.

- Beel was a regular at the gym and his clubs, that was fact. And so, you could argue he was the most masculine with his chiseled form.

- When you came up to him and requested to attend the gym with him to build muscle, he was more than happy for you to accompany him. It did get a bit lonely going by himself at times.

- He helped you bulk on calories and encouraged what foods to eat and to avoid when building muscle.

- However, he also reassured you that you didn’t have to gain muscle to be a ‘man’ and that you were handsome enough as is.

‘’I know I don’t say it often but.. I love you how you are ____. Don’t feel the need to change for other people. But, I won’t stop you if you truly do it for yourself.’’

Belphegor - Comforting you after being deadnamed.

- Belphegor knew that you still had issues transitioning. It was normal - your whole life would change as people viewed you differently. But not him. In his heart, you were still the little human that got him to love the quirks of humanity again.

- However, after being woken up by your cries and hearing of what happened, he immediately came to reassure you that people like that were idiots and random nobodies. Why bother putting up with self-conscious fools who had nothing better to do than hate you for being happy?

- He pulled you close to his chest and snuggled into you, all the while asking about the low class demons that deadnamed you - you didn’t want to know what he would do to them.

‘’I’m telling you ____, don’t bother time with idiots.. they’re all mindless demons that somehow Lord Diavolo hasn’t eradicated yet.’’

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riley-writes · 9 months ago

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Damaged Goods (Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader)

Hi! It’s been soooo long. Grad school will be the death of me. Enjoy this fic that I wrote instead of studying for an exam I’ll take in less than 36 hours that determines whether I graduate or not. This was more fun though. Please excuse any typos I proofread this once and now I have to go study to prove that I can be a professional at hearing people's worst memories while helping them be okay

Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader

You’ve accepted your fate on a planet you don’t even know the name of after being left behind. The last person you expect to see is your ex-friend’s best enemy.

Notes: So reader is gender neutral but there’s a throwaway line that more aligns with the queer/trans experience, but could probably read as anyone who is an outsider or struggled to feel accepted. Enjoy babes!

Warnings: Reference to torture, brief SI language but no followthrough, angst, abandonment. The works.

This certainly wasn’t the way you’d expected to die. Well, that might not be exactly true. You had expected some kind of trouble that you and the fam got into would end in your demise, but foolishly you’d thought that maybe it would be quick.

This was not quick.

While on some godforsaken planet that you couldn’t remember the name of, the Doctor had managed to piss off another alien race, leading to you all fleeing to the TARDIS under heavy fire. And only you hadn’t made it on time.

At first, you’d been confident that the Doctor would come back and rescue you. But the first day passed, and then the second, and then the third, and then before you knew it, you’d been being tortured for… well, you didn’t know anymore. Hard to keep track when you have no clue how long you’ve been passed out for after getting the shit beaten out of you for not knowing where the Doctor had run off to.

You weren’t really sure when you’d started resenting her for it–for leaving you behind. She and the fam had taken you in when no one else was there for you, when no one would accept you for who you were. You had no one back on Earth. And now you had no one period. It hurt. To be left behind and forgotten like a toy that had been broken and discarded.

And that’s what you were. Broken. You’d held onto your spirit for so long, but as you heard the barred door down the hall swing open, you realized that you just wanted it all to end. You just couldn’t take it anymore.

You didn’t look up as the door to your cell opened and someone was shoved to the ground, followed by the door slamming shut and locking once more.

“Oh come on boys, it was all in good fun!” said a familiar voice, causing your blood to run cold. You snuck a quick glance, and confirmed– yes, the Master had just been thrown into your cell. Unfortunately, your movement didn’t go unnoticed, and his head snapped in your direction. You quickly diverted your eyes, but the damage was done. You heard him tut and wander towards you, and your entire body tensed.

“Now what is one of the Doctor’s little pets doing in a place like this? Lost, love?” he asked cruelly. You didn’t respond or look up, still curled in on yourself. He stepped closer and your body got impossibly more tense. Your lack of response encouraged him. “Waiting on your precious Doctor to come and save you?”

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet scoff at that, which egged him on further. “How long has she left you here to rot?” He made an irritated sound when you didn’t respond. “I asked you a ques–,” you saw him reaching for you.

“Don’t touch me!” you shouted, vaulting yourself away from him across the cell. You could feel yourself start to hyperventilate, breaths coming quicker and quicker. Yep, this was it. You were dying. The Master was frozen in place, an unreadable look on his face.

The only sound was your quick breathing. He took a step forward, and you pushed yourself into the corner as far as you could.

“Don’t…” you sobbed, terrified. The Master held his hands up and took another step forward as if he were approaching a wild animal. “Please,” you whispered.” He hesitated.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said after a moment. There was some emotion on his face that you couldn’t quite place– though that was reasonable, being that you hadn’t been in contact with anyone that had shown you anything but disgust and anger. Still, you didn’t relax.

“You need to breathe or you’re going to pass out. You humans are pathetic like that, only having one respiratory system,” he said with jest, and you let out a short laugh in shock. He took this as a good sign, because he slowly approached and knelt down next to you. He seemed to not quite know what to do, but settled on a gentle hand on your back as you steadied your breathing.

“Now. I’m going to go destroy every other being on this planet, and then we’ll leave. Consider this my good deed of this regeneration. Can’t be ruining my reputation now, can I?” he said quietly. You looked up in surprise, and were met with an intense gaze. You nodded, throwing your trust to someone who’d never shown you anything but disdain up until this moment. What did you have to lose?

And as you got on the Master’s TARDIS, you couldn’t help but wonder what life had in store for you next.

#dhawan!master #doctor who #dhawan!master x reader #gn!reader #hurt/comfort #angst #please tell me I did a good job #did I do a good job?#the master x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA for “ruining” my sister’s view of Harry Potter?

To preface, I (18) am nonbinary. I live with my parents and am financially dependent on them. I have been out to them for about two and a half years, and they’re relatively supportive. However, they do not want me to make any “irreversible” changes to my body, e.g. hormones or surgery, saying that I’m not mature enough to know for certain I won’t regret it later.

My sister (10F) and I were both Harry Potter fans (she still is), but I couldn’t really enjoy it much after JKR started spewing all her TERF shit. I didn’t want to be a jerk about my sister enjoying it, though, since she was (at the time) pretty young and didn’t even know what being transgender was, let alone grasp what a TERF was, so I didn’t say anything to her and let her enjoy things.

Anyways, we’re going to London in a little over a week, and my parents previously got tickets for Harry Potter World or whatever it’s called. I privately talked to them about not wanting to go, to which they said that they and my sister would still be going, but I could stay behind in the hotel. Fine, whatever, I wasn’t winning that one.

Last night, during dinner, we were talking about our plans in London and Harry Potter World & how I wasn’t going was mentioned. My sister asked why I wasn’t going, and after my parents exchanged some Looks (you know the ones if you’re trans; if you don’t, it’s similar to the “I’m not going to say anything about that because I’m a centrist” look) and there was a brief awkward silence, I explained to her JKR’s viewpoints, the legislation being pushed in the UK and USA because of her and her platform, and how I didn’t want to support that by going to a monument of JKR’s most influential work. (1/2)

Since then, she’s been a little disillusioned by Harry Potter and hasn’t been as enthusiastic about going to Harry Potter World. My parents are pissed at me for being so blunt about it, and I can’t help but feel bad since I know how awful it felt for me to find out that JKR was a TERF. Also, I did mention the rates of suicide and other mental health problems in the trans community as a consequence of rampant transphobia, and I feel like I might have gone too far with that one, especially since she’s only 10. TL;DR: I told my sister (huge Harry Potter fan) about JKR being a transphobe and now she’s upset, my parents are mad at me, and I feel bad. AITA? (2/2)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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scekrex · 5 months ago

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You said to hit you with my trans femboy! reader x Adam prompts, so here we go! (BTW if you're not comfortable writing anything in this prompt or it at all, that's totally cool!)

Reader goes dress shopping at one of those places where they take your measurements and do a custom outfit, and Adam offers to go with him. The person taking reader's measurements/doing the consultation keeps misgendering reader and making rude/cruel remarks under their breath. Neither reader nor Adam are standing for it.

Also on a completely unrelated I-just-want-to-tell-somebody note, my birthday is on Friday!

Not me dropping the request I was working on before to write this so I can publish it on ur birthday- ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE <3

She hopes I’m cursed forever

pairing: Adam x trans!male!reader

warnings: language, homophobia, transphobia, reader gets misgendered

note: not beta read bc fuck you

“I’ll be back in a couple hours,” you hummed as you crossed the living room in which Adam was sitting on the couch. It’s needless to say that a statement such as this caught the first man’s attention immediately. Adam paused the video he was watching and looked at you slowly walking to the front door. “Where the fuck are you going?” The first man seemed slightly confused, as far as he was aware you had nothing planned for the day. You simply chuckled softly, looked over your shoulder to look at Adam before you responded, “Dress shopping.”

The brunette turned off the TV quickly, “Not without me.” You raised an eyebrow at the taller male, quite surprised by how eager he seemed to join your little shopping spree. It wasn’t that Adam hated going shopping with you, he just tended to avoid it if he had the chance to, your boyfriend was an online shopper through and through. And he knew how exhausting shopping with you could be. “Since when do you wanna-” The brunette didn’t even let you finish, “Since someone has to make sure Heaven’s cunts don’t disrespect you.” Well, that seemed fair, so you simply shrugged, grabbed your jacket and left with Adam by your side.

The place you had picked was quite fancy, it wasn’t one of the more expensive tailorings nor was it one of the cheapest, the prices you had to pay for dresses were quite fair in your eyes and so far you had only made good experiences at their place.

The mood changed as soon as you and Adam entered the tailoring though. The person that greeted you was one you had never seen before, so you simply figured they must be new - nothing that really bothered you. “Hello Miss,” the woman greeted you, her eyes gave away that that was not her dream job and that she’d rather be doing anything else. You lowered your head a little, the ‘Miss’ didn’t sit right with you at all but you didn’t want to cause a scene so you remained silent. This would be a quick thing anyway, they would simply take your measurements, you’d decide on a dress and then you would be free to go - no big deal, right?

Yeah, no, dead wrong. It was a big deal because Adam turned it into one. The first man’s hand came down on your shoulder, the playful grin that usually hugged his lips was gone and he sounded quite pissed as he spoke, “It’s Mister, get his fucking pronouns right, bitch.” The woman who seemed to be the only employee at the store for that day looked Adam up and down with quite judgmental eyes before she simply shrugged and walked off without correcting her mistake. Adam immediately didn’t like her at all - not that you liked her any better, but you were better at hiding that you really just wanted to leave again.

Uncomfortably you followed the employee as she led you to a little podium where she would take the measurements. Your brunette boyfriend followed suit, he was right behind you, one of his hands was constantly on your body, whether it was your shoulder or your waist, the first man simply felt the need to reassure you, to let you feel that you weren’t alone and that he had your back. And it helped - at least in the beginning and at least a tiny bit.

You stepped on the small podium, all the confidence you had when you had entered the store was gone, you felt wrong, uncomfortable and if you were honest you really just wanted to leave and find another tailoring. But now you were too deep in, there was no turning away anymore. The woman stepped closer to you and you noticed how Adam watched the scene playing out in front of him. He was completely focused on the woman's movements, watching her carefully so she wouldn’t pull any more shit.

“Ma’am, you need to take your jacket off,” the tailor mumbled, she seemed quite annoyed by your presence and while you understood that some days were simply harder than others, that did not excuse her behavior towards you. You heard a low growl coming from Adam at her words, “He’s not a fucking ‘Ma’am’, quit acting like a fucking transphobic cunt and do your work.”

And while you appreciated that Adam was standing up for you, you didn’t quite like his choice of words, nor did you like the fact that the brunette was causing a scene when all you wanted was a simple dress that fit you. The female angel ignored Adam, not paying any mind to the first man or his rude words towards her, instead she mumbled something under her breath that you weren’t quite able to catch, however you did hear the words ‘fucking queers’ and ‘disgusting filth’ which caused you to just feel worse than you had already been feeling.

The female angel - which was slightly smaller than you were - did her job pretty sloppily, she did not care to properly measure you. You also noticed how she tried her very best to stay as far away from you as possible, she barely touched you while taking the measurements needed for the dress. And normally you wouldn’t care, if she wanted to execute her job badly, that was her deal. But in your very case that not only infected her but also you because that way the dress would not fit properly.

“God must really hate me to send me fucking gays,” she mumbled, this time loud enough for you to hear. And even though you really wanted that dress, you took a step back from her, stepped off the little podium and made your way over to Adam. The female angel looked confused at you, then her expression soured, “What are you doing?”

You were trying to get away from her transphobic hands, you were trying to escape her judgemental eyes and her homophobic words. “Leaving,” you simply said as you grabbed Adam’s hand and turned around. The tall brunette next to you squeezed your hand reassuringly, his wing wrapped around your back in a protective matter and he shot the employee a grin, flipping her off as he guided you towards the door.

“But-” the worker tried to protest, she had already taken the measurements and was about to wrap things up, she at least wanted to be paid. Yet Adam cut her off quite rudely, “You heard him, we’re leaving.” The taller man waved at her in a provoking way, a triumphant grin on his lips. You opened the door and as soon as you had done so Adam pulled you out of the store, seemingly eager to leave.

“We’ll get you a tailor who actually does their job instead of insulting you,” Adam hummed, looking down at you with a smile as he playfully ruffled through your hair. The smile on his quickly curled up into a grin though, “And then I’ll fuck your brains out in the new dress.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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ggggggfft · 1 year ago

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Have you ever helped detransition someone before, if not outright forced their detransition?

That depends on your definition of “forced.” I would say I have coerced girls into detransitioning, but the ones I’ve toyed with have always wanted to be stripped of their faux masculinity in the most humiliating ways. I give them plenty of opportunities to walk away. To say no and try to abandon this particular kink. But they always - Always come crawling back telling me how drippy are for transphobic porn. How they need Daddy to fuck their little girly pussy and turn them straight. They can’t help it. Craving dominate male seed and obeying their biological urge to reproduce is literally hardwired into their smaller brains. They will always be female first and fakeboys second.

My first experience with detransing was with my ftm girlfriend of several years. He was a she when we first met and started dating and when he finally worked up the courage to transition he only did so socially. I continued fucking his soft, womanly body and playing with his massive tits like nothing had changed, because aside from a few key words and a new name, there was nothing different about her. We were still having straight sex with my cock buried deep inside her slutty testosterone free pussy. She still loved to have her nipples teased and played with and it made her so wet. She was still fertile and could get pregnant at any time. She wasn’t on birth control.

After about two years of being out and still no HRT we began to play with her gender in the bedroom. She liked when I told her to take it like a girl. That I was raping her like a girl. That she would be a good girl for Daddy’s cock and let me use her pussy. In her mind, it was all pretend, playing into her fantasies of being a femboy. For me it was the perfect way to subconsciously train her to enjoy her body as it was. For her to come to terms with her birth sex and accept her womanhood. To go back to being my girlfriend. We broke up and to this day she is still going by he/him pronouns, but she has had no surgeries and while she did recently start hormone therapy she is taking the lowest dose possible. She has a very cute little mustache and gets misgendered every day by strangers, coworkers, and even supportive family members who are fully aware she is trans and has been for years.

We fuck now and then and when we do she asks me to fuck her cunt instead of her ass and get her pregnant. She calls her clitoris her babydick or even her boyclit and the last time we fucked I was testing the waters and called it her clitoris and she said nothing in her defense. Every time I pull her pants off she’s wearing panties and she will “cross dress” if I tell her too. I’ve never come out and told her about my fetish but I feel like part of her must know or at least suspect the truth, and yet she still can’t keep her legs closed around me. She’s my long term project and I hope as her biological clock starts counting down she finally cracks and gives in to what she obviously needs.

What really kicked off my hunt for fakeboys was a girl here on tumblr. I liked her blog description, she was 18, and she had reblogged so many posts begging for transphobic asks and rape threats. I sent her what I now think was a pretty mid dm describing how I’d fix her if she was my daughter and I found her blog. She responded by sending me pics of her shaved teen pussy and begging for more filth. I was hooked after that. She’s now fully addicted to misogyny and incest porn. She’s my good little zoomer slut who I can always hit up for pussy inspections or to make her drink her own piss. She fully accepts that she is a woman in mind, body, and soul, but we agree she should continue hormone treatment because it makes her even more horny and depraved.

She has gone out in a wig and breast forms and dresses in public for me and will sit in cafes with her legs spread and her big red cherry and drooling slick cunt on display for the world to see. She’s terrified of being clocked and actually hate crimed every time, but she just makes such a convincing cis girl that nobody ever notices. As soon as she gets home she gets on cam with me and rubs her clitoris while thanking me for showing her what a dumb tranny she is. I have her crouch in front of the camera and finger herself until she squirts onto her gym clothes for tomorrow. I have her chant that she is not a man. She will never be a man. She is her cunt and cunts are slaves to cock. I have her endlessly repeat that she wants to be a girl because girls are stupid and inferior and get to be dumb, brainless cumrags eating ass and getting fisted all day long while she jackhammers a dildo into her sweaty cunt.

She started out wanting to be misgendered and feminized, but I’m proud to say I broke her. If it doesn’t involve detrans and misogyny, she can’t get off any more. We’ve discussed it and if we were to move in together, with her coming to a new city in a new state where nobody knows her she would definitely detrans for real.

Right now I’m working on a girl who hasn’t come to terms with the reality of her desires. She is also a filthy sex slave but she insists on using those annoying he/they pronouns. She’s entertained the idea of becoming my good girl all the way, but is still reluctant. I get so turned on watching her try to resist her desires but knowing it’s futile in the end. if I want her to be a girl, she will be a girl. End of story.

Last night I had a great session with another ftm who started out being unsure and using he/him, but by 4 in the morning I had her telling me how she wanted my big fat cock to fuck a baby into her in front of her family. How she wants her dad to see his grandson being made. She fell completely in love with her vagina and the pleasure it can bring real men by the end of the night.

I’m waiting to sniff out the perfect gold-star tomboy faildyke to forcibly detrans. I want her to be defiant and tough and mean as hell so that when she’s a fucked out set of holes who only lives to worship men and get pregnant and give birth and has an IQ of 50 and giant plastic tits that victory will feel all the more glorious.

There are others but this post is already so long. If you’d like to make it longer, you can always dm me or send anons if you’re nervous. I love knowing there’s a shy girl behind the screen somewhere frantically rubbing her clit to these asks.

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blond3ang3l · 28 days ago

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I dunno if this is allowed since I didn’t see it in the rules- But could I request a alucard x ftm!reader who still dresses “feminine” and is worried he doesn’t see them like a guy?

If not that’s okay!!! Please take care of yourself first 🥰

YES OMG I LOVE THIS

This is gonna be so so self indulgent because I’m writing based off my experience as a trans man who’s still feminine!

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You were sitting in front of the mirror that was placed right in front of your vanity space. You held the wig you were about to put on in your hands. It was eerily quiet in your room, the only thing that could heard was your breathing.

“Darling?”

“Hey Alucard.”

Alucard was taken aback and quite frankly a bit offended at you daring to call him by his first name. Has he done something wrong? It’s him so he loved to piss people off but never you.

“Alucard? No love, or Lulu, or baby? Just alucard?”

When he didn’t get a response his eyebrows furrowed. You weren’t even paying attention, too busy looking in the mirror. There was this look of something on your face but he couldn’t tell what it was. It wasn’t annoyance but it wasn’t sadness. Frustration maybe?

“Darling, my princess, what’s wrong?”

He slipped behind you, moving his hands to your shoulders. His long hair was surrounding you and him as he leaned down to look at your expression. He knew you had your moments where you weren’t feeling like your bubbly self but it still hurt him every time he seen it. As much as you tried to push him off and tell him you were fine he didn’t believe it one bit.

“Would you be happier with- I don’t know maybe a girl?”

“What? Darling don’t be ridiculous. I waited centuries to be with you again, why would I even look at another?”

Your heart ached as you heard his words. You didn’t want to make it seem like you were doubting him, you were just doubting yourself. He pulled your head back to lean against his chest.

“Talk to me darling, please.”

“I just…I’m feeling dysphoric I guess. I look in the mirror and can’t help but see no changes in myself. In all these clothes I just can’t help but wonder what was the point of transitioning if I’m not gonna be like a real man.”

Alucard eyes softened and he moved your chair so that you were facing him.

“My love, I know exactly what kind of man you are. You are the man I’ve longed for all of the years I’ve been alive. You like to be all dolled up and that doesn’t make you any less of a man than anyone. I know there are times you get into your heard but that’s when you need to come to me. I can tell you over and over everyday how much of the most amazing boyfriend you have ever been to me.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead as he wiped your tears.

“Never will the way you choose to appear will change my love for you.”

#spotify #fanfic #x character #x reader #x black reader #x black plus size reader #x black male reader #x male reader #hellsing alucard x reader #alucard fluff #alucard x reader #hellsing ultimate #hellsing x reader #hellsing

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somenerdfromwhatever · 3 months ago

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Dear Parents who think disowning their kids are cool

Hi. Apparently I still have this. It’s cool, I’m going to use it for my long thought pieces anyway. Regarding recent events in the LGBT community scene, namely Vivian, a trans-girl going against her dad, Elon Musk himself, I reflected a lot on a question I asked onto Reddit recently (I know I know Reddit sucks but it got me thinking):

Why are some parents so okay with disowning trans kids when they gave birth to them?

This is a pretty tough question with some pretty rough answers, but after seeing the shit I saw last week and now, something has to be said on the matter. Content warning because we're dealing with heavy hitting topics like abandonment, and family drama. Also content warning for what I am about to present because, well, I'm pissed.

It is no secret why I bought the Vivian and Elon Musk thing up to tackle this question as having a billionaire shit talk their own kin that they gave birth to is sickening and inhumane. Heck even before his venture into buying Twitter, he was constantly berating her for just being her own genuine self. Heck in her thread on Threads, her father was a massive deadbeat to her. Unsupportive and hostile who wasn’t there in her life all because her crime was being herself. It’s sad isn’t it? This is one of the most wealthiest humans on the planet mind you, the guy that can end world hunger, have massive funds to pool into medical care to accelerate a cure to cancers, but instead he chooses to defame, harass, and downright abuse his own child for being their true self. And given the recent lights of Elon being a dead beat, I also say in my opinion, he just left her to die. He bought Twitter under the guise of fighting censorship, but yet only to impose his own narrow worldview on others to fuel his slander to his own kin. This hypocrisy is disturbing given recent events as he was fighting for the very thing he fought against.

It’s not just the LGBT community, does anyone else remember that mom from an Autism Speaks documentary about how she wanted to commit a murder-suicide on her daughter just for being autistic? Her name was Alison Singer. A name all too well in the community when discussing neurodiversity and programs that don’t speak for us. You also have the case of Kelli Stapleton who ACTUALLY DID IT.

You also have parents like the ones from Toddlers and Tiaras, where Carly developed a spilt personality disorder thanks to their own MOM because Carly loathed being forced into competitions. Heck I even grew up with the whole DaddyOFive situation where Mike abused Cody. So now the question becomes this:

Why are parents willing to disown their children for being who they are? And regardless of their differences, why would they do that when they are the ones who gave them the life to live on this planet?

And with the rise of LGBT hate, disability hate, it seems like every difference a human makes can make a parents cut ties with them in a heartbeat. With no answer in sight, I might as well make one.

Now, look. What I’m going to address next is harsh, but it’s a reality that every parent needs to accept.

If you are pregnant, and you gave birth to a kid, as newfound parents, that child you are holding in your hand is not your property. They are their own soul, and you better let them be their own soul. They have one life to live on this planet, make their moments count. If you toss them aside, berate them, and even disown because you can't handle differing ideologies, interests, etc. don't call yourself a parent. A parent by definition is being there for your children. A parent who tosses them aside over them being different no matter how or what isn’t a parent at all. And parents who disown them, and kick them out... well. I consider them brain-dead murderers, as they are tossing their kin out to die in society. Yep, I'm going there. Parents who disown and kick their kids out to fend for themselves in society (which they all die too sadly) are murderers.

So what if they express their identity?! So what if they have disabilities they grew up with?! So what?! You still gave birth to them! You lead and support them! And YOU need to give your next of kin independency and not turn them into a slave you can mold in YOUR IMAGE.

This is the TRUE PRO-LIFE STANCE. The actual truth to being PRO-LIFE. To be PRO-LIFE, you have to be PRO-CHOICE as the truth about PRO-CHOICE is letting a human appreciate how they want to live their life and appreciating their own say on the matter. To put it in words that are easier to understand, I inputted this mombo jumbo into GPT to explain it in Caveman:

To support life, you must let people choose how they live. Respect their choice and let them decide. That is true PRO-LIFE.

How is that a hard concept to understand? Like seriously? My parents support my career path to becoming involved heavily in post-production! Heck I'm still on that goal and still dreaming on working on my favorite show on Netflix, Wednesday! They were surprised back when I was a pre-teen about to be heading to high school for this to happen! I was a kid who loves to hold camcorders, a kid who edited a YouTube Poop which landed me into a one-day suspension from school, and a kid who loved making these every day. My parents accepted me for who I was especially since I grew up with autism and it was a new thing TO THEM. Heck even with my Wednesday video gaining traction, my Mom accepted me for being non-binary! So you tell me then, answer me the following: Do you think for just a second that you're doing the right thing by throwing kids like us out? Do you think you're justified in abandoning your own flesh and blood just because they don't fit into your narrow-minded ideals? Newsflash: you're not. You're failing at the most basic level of parenthood. You brought a life into this world; you don't get to just walk away when things get tough or when your child's identity challenges your beliefs. I never watched the Saw movies, but I do seen the complexities of the character John Kramer, the infamous Jigsaw killer. Say what you want, but is he wrong about how we should appreciate life?

To appreciate life, it's means to value all life. All HUMAN life, including the individuality and identity of the next generation. Whether it's your kid you birthed, or a kid passing by, the fact is they are their own soul. You don't control other people's souls, you have to appreciate their own life by their own choices. It's this freedom to be themselves. Letting children grow into their true selves.

Parents, your role if you birth a kid is so straightforward it is astounding how you ignore this.

This isn't about you. I've been on this planet for 25 years now. 25 years. We get it, parenting is hard. My parents had to adapt with my autistic video making non-binary self. They supported everything that I do. You chose to bring a child into this world. You owe them love, support, and acceptance UNCONDITIONALLY. Anything less is a failure on your part, not theirs, YOURS. Disowning your child is the ultimate act that makes you no different then a murderer who kills people just for being different. It's choosing your comfort over their happiness. I would never leave any next generation of mine out to die, and I will accept who they are no matter what they are regardless of interest, disabilities, and identity. I also find it hilarious when this happens, they happened to label them as groomers. Last I checked, the definition of it on every dictionary is "to make (someone) ready for a specific objective". (Verb Definition 3a on Webster's Dictionary for example) Sure it has been co-opted with the abusive nature, but the original definition set is stone is forcing someone onto a specific act. So if you disown a kid for not conforming to your standards on the basis of identity or something else, remember that you, in fact, are the one trying to "groom" them into your image. And if your kid is LGBT, well, that is telling on yourself at this rate, because under this logic and definition that's been there since the dawn of time... you, the parent who disowned them, are the real groomers here and the kids you raised are doing as you said, protecting themselves from groomers like you. You excuse and shift blame onto other people when you are the living definition of it raising your kid in your own image instead of living their own lives. And yes. I fucking said it. It deserves to be said. I stand by this notion.

In this current climate, where LGBT hate is on the rise and intolerance is being amplified by those in power, it's more crucial than ever for parents to stand up and protect their children. And if you are a kid and your parents are like this, abusing you, grooming you into their own perfect image, call them out, because this toxic generational trauma has to end. The world is already a harsh and dangerous place for anyone who doesn't fit into the so-called 'norm.' Take it from me, a neurodivergent who has to mask just to get through. Imagine how much worse it becomes when the very people who are supposed to love and protect you turn their backs on you. Oh to all those deadbeat parents I mentioned, Mike Martin (DaddyOFive), Elon Musk, Kelli Stapleton, Alison Singer, and others. Yeah they are hitmakers, advocates, and superstars in their minds, but to end it with a familiar Kendrick Lamar lyric, they are "fucking deadbeat that should never say more life."

I hope you read that Kendrick Lamar lyric well, because if you disown your kids just for being who they are, you shouldn’t say you’re “for the kids”.

I beg you parents of old and new, please take these words seriously. No kid would ever want a parent like that.

Good night.

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electricsynthesis · 5 months ago

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Were they bullied as a kid

allura: No. allura’s childhood involved getting everything she wanted it as soon as she wanted it except for companionship with people her age. she was not a super social child generally & was further isolated from other kids due to her status (she couldn’t even be around them without guards) so her only friends were cousins her age. They were all enough older than her to a) be kind of annoyed with her and b) annoyed that her existence took away their shot at being heir of altea. But that was more awkward than anything else

pidge: she may be witty and sarcastic Now but as a child she was equally as embarrassingly earnest as any other child . Things she was also: absolutely convinced she was smarter than everyone else (and conspicuously right) and deeply. Deeply awkward. combine that with her nerdy interests and the Transgenderism and you’ve got a recipe for an absolutely debilitating combination of her peer group being unmotivated to get close to her & to grow to resent her . I think she got Girl Bullied. the other girls decided she was not part of the In Group and did the things they do best: spread false rumors about her, poisoned her reputation, mocked and belittled her and generally made being her friend Uncool. pidge was the social pariah. and pidge did what every smart kid turned into the pariah does: she became a misanthrope. she decided that people don’t like her because she’s smarter— better— than them. she pretends this makes it easier to bear the loneliness, but she tells herself that she isn’t lonely. she doesn’t need anyone, remember? other people arent important & she doesn’t need them. another result of this is that even well into her adolescence pidge still considers herself to, socially, be more alien to other girls than she is to men. hence why she felt she needed to pose as a boy; but in the process she realized that despite what people Say about trans girls, she wasn’t really “socialized” the way amab men are either . Her time in the garrison, while not having any bullying, makes her feel like even more of an alien, to everyone. Her only solace is her family. Except…. You know…….

hunk: no actually he wasn’t. hunk was a shy kid who was nice & polite to everyone he spoke to. he struggled to make friends, and more generally to keep them, but nobody disliked him. he caught some flak for his weight inevitably but this never stuck because hunk isn’t actually as easy a target as he seems. everytime someone picked on him he’d commit social warfare and would tell everyone how mean he thought that was & how sad it made him and the other kids would generally be like Yeah making fun of you for how you look is like… bad… I guess… and then the kids picking on him would either a) shamefaced stop or b) kick it up a notch until hunk can whine to the teacher. Hunk was lucky in that instead of escalating things this usually just put them in uncomfortable “get along” situations with the school counselor that the kids picking on him Hated So Much they wanted to avoid at all costs and ergo left hunk alone

keith: I don’t think keith attended public school until middle school and you combine this utter lack of socialization with his angry nature + the fact that he’s a grieving preteen who watched his dad die + the fact that he’s a child savant and you have a lovely combination for a child who is so bullied it’s actually kinda stupid. the kids at the orphanage. The kids at school . His foster siblings. Keith has a talent and a knack for pissing people off. I don’t think keith did it on purpose at first; he defended smaller kids. bit back harder than was warranted when people were mean. Said things he didn’t realize were blunt. He got beat up one too many times and started hitting back. and hitting back hard! but eventually he got into so many fights that the reasons why they start stopped mattering. keith starts assuming every social interaction is going to end in violence. this thought process causes keith to jump to violence quicker than your average joe which causes keith to end more social interactions with violence which causes keith’s idea that every social interaction is going to end in violence to be reinforced. As he gets older the lines between “being bullied” and “bullying people” gets continuously blurred. Lucky for him the garrison being such a competitive environment & him crushing every other student ever of all time causes keith to get so bullied again it’s almost stupid. people start doing shit like stealing his wallet and dumping mud on his uniform, which is a brand of bullying he just isn’t used to. He’s like. Can we fight? they’re like no! We’ll get in trouble for fighting! steal his gym shoes instead. throw out his homework. break into his locker. and keith is like what the HELL. FUCK you. and finds them and punches them out. So to the administration the Who’s bullying who thing is unclear and by unclear I mean Keith is universally blamed entirely always

lance: lance pingponged in terms of social standing so wildly I think it explains like half of his insanity. lance, at any given point in his childhood, was in one of two social positions:

1. the class clown that’s absolutely adored by everyone, even when they’re laughing at him, even when they’re rolling their eyes. the teachers favorite. endlessly charming and always performing like a court jester vying for his king’s approval

2. so intensely disliked for being “loud” and “obnoxious” that he’s mocked by the class. Whatever kid has learned sarcasm the most recently will pipe up everytime he makes a joke with a witty comment that everyone laughs at. his friends drop him, the teacher sends him to the office for being disruptive, and he’s generally considered annoying by all

when in position 2 he’s viciously making himself Louder and More Eyecatching in an attempt to claw himself back to the peak of position 1. when in position 1 he’s constantly terrified waiting for his inevitable crash back down to earth into position 2. It’s a beautifully vicious cycle because his overcompensatory peacocking gets him into both positions really really fast depending on how anxious he feels. He spent his garrison days pretty perpetually in position 2 because his jealous insecurity re: keith and everyone else who’s also better than lance causes him to be a troglodyte asshole about 75% of the time . Lance has trouble hanging onto friendships because of this so hunk is his rock socially but hunk was fucking Tested during the garrison era because lance Would Not Stop bragging talking himself up lashing out etc

shiro: Had friends growing up. Doesn’t struggle to make friends. Wasn’t ousted socially. is generally liked by people with this almost mythical intensity. People cannot help but put shiro on this gigantic pedestal & this has been true since childhood. people see him and see him shrouded in heavenly light and smiling gently. He’s so nice. He’s well behaved. He’s responsible. Yet he has a charisma that just draws everyone in. shiro wasn’t just popular as a kid. He was The Popular Kid. he knew everyone. everyone loved him . and it shows. It shows.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #the painkillers are making me more eloquent I think

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frenchfrywrites · 2 years ago

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4/20

MINORS DNI

Warnings: soft dom top amab gn reader, bottom sub trans man Solomon, character is high, drug use, pseudo somno, piss, multiple orgasms, squirting

Terms used for Solomon: chest, cunt, pussy, clit, cock

Solomon has a reputation with food.

Famously, he is an absolute menace in the kitchen- cooking up the most foul courses you’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing- and less well-known is his habit of frequently indulging in edibles.

You’re more than lucky that Solomon hasn’t tried to mix these hobbies of his by making his own edibles, and that he instead favors buying them premade. In fact, he’s generally pretty smart and safe about having them: storing them away in his room, making sure that they stay out of the reach of Luke, and inviting you over when he wants to get high.

There are two reasons Solomon likes having you over when he eats edibles, the first being that he more often than not ends up believing that they’re not working and eats too many. The second is that he always gets a bit handsy when he’s high, and loves the sloppy, sleepy makeouts that result from that.

When you get a flirty text asking you to come to him, you quickly make your way to Purgatory Hall. Upon entering his room, you find him lounging on his bed in his most comfortable clothes, giggling, surrounded by empty wrappers of his favorite edible treats. Your brows furrow with concern.

“Hello darling,” Solomon gives you a flirty little wave when he notices you enter the room, “what are you doing here?” he asks cutely, sitting up and moving his bangs away from his face so he can see you better. You hum, closing the door behind you.

“You asked me to come over,” you remind him, heading to his bathroom, so you can fill up a glass of water for him. Solomon gasps, still sitting on his bed.

“I can’t believe it,” he’s genuinely awestruck by this information, “Ah, I’m so smart. Thank you for coming over, I could not stop thinking about you,” he sighs happily.

You let out a small laugh, and hand him the glass of water, “drink this for me?” he obeys easily, taking it from you and gulping it down.

“I didn’t even,” he pauses to slowly wipe the water from his mouth, and then brushes off the edible wrappers from his bed. You’re able to grab one before they all fall, and read that each one had 10mg. Counting carefully, you figure he’s ingested 30mg, which is a relief. With that much THC effecting him, he won’t be panicked or nauseous. You’ve had to care for him through worse.

He giggles, “oh love, I didn’t mean to eat so many. But the first one wasn’t working. I thought, well I ate more than I planned, but it’s okay!” he pauses again, “sorry, I was saying something else before…” he trails off.

You sit next to him on the bed, patiently waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“Oh!” he shoves the glass back in your hand, “I wasn't even aware of how thirsty I was, thank you,” he leans in to give you a kiss. He misses your lips and lands the kiss at the corner of your mouth.

You place the cup down on the bedside table as Solomon falls into a fit of giggles. His sounds are soon swallowed up by you placing a proper kiss on his lips. Humming happily, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in deeper. He licks against your lips sloppily, and when your tongue enters his mouth, you can taste the sugar that’s coating his tongue and teeth from the treats.

He pulls away suddenly, his lips shining with saliva “wait,” he slurs, looking dazed and confused. After a second he gently pushes you back against some pillows, “I would like you to hold me,” he whines, finally getting around to articulating his thoughts. Smiling, you watch as he clumsily hauls himself onto your lap. You steady him by holding his hips, and Solomon makes himself comfortable, nuzzling his face into your neck.

He starts rambling, every thought entering his head leaving his mouth. He tells you about his day, getting side tracked, then starting over again. Solomon talks until his voice goes hoarse, and finally he slumps against you, exhaustion taking over.

Part of you hopes that he’ll fall asleep like this, because that’s the best way for him to come down from his high, but if that doesn’t happen, at least you’re here to watch over him.

You hold him quietly until his giggles start again, seemingly prompted by nothing. They escalate quickly, until he’s shaking, snorting, and gasping for air as he laughs. You’d ask Solomon what he thinks is so funny, but you’re not sure if he could answer you. His laugh is so cute that you’re not even bothered that you’re not in on the joke.

Solomon leans back, pulling himself out of your neck and wiping tears away from his cheeks. You can’t help but smile as you look at his overjoyed face. He hiccups, and the sound makes him laugh more. You’re so consumed with watching him, that it takes you a second to notice the wet feeling spreading across your lap.

Looking down, you find that Solomon’s pissed himself. If he’s realized what’s happened, he doesn’t show it, still giggling to himself. You rub affectionate circles into his hips, moaning softly to yourself as the warm liquid soaks your pants.

It takes him a bit, but he does eventually realize where your attention is directed, and looks down at his lap. “Oops,” he is sent into another episode of giggles at the discovery of his accident. As he laughs, Solomon squirms on top of you, grinding himself against your quickly hardening cock.

“Ooh fuck,” he gasps once he finally stops laughing, “that felt better than usual,” he tells you, slowly grinding his pussy against you.

“Yeah?” the two of you have done a bit of watersports in the past, but it’s a fairly new kink that you’re exploring. You may not have prepared for this like you have in the past, with towels and several glasses of water and far more dirty talk before the event, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Yeah. I couldn’t um,” he lets out a breathy moan, “I couldn’t tell you if it’s the weed or-” he whines, “ah, I only know that would like to feel you inside me, please.”

One of your hands move from his hips, to cup him through his piss soaked sweatpants. Solomon lets out a low groan, roughly jerking against you. When he’s like this, he knows exactly what he wants and needs, he chases his pleasure recklessly. He huffs, bringing his hands down from your shoulders, to yank his shirt off. The action causes him to sway, but you’re able to steady him before he falls off your lap.

With his pact-marked covered body exposed, your eyes flick to his pierced nipples. Solomon preens under your attention, arching his chest towards you. “Suck them?” he whines, begging easily. While still groping his pussy over the wet sweatpants, you take one of his nipples into his mouth.

Solomon lets out a high keen, his hips twitching violently. He’s certainly going to cum more than once before you’re done with him.

You suck and lick at his nipple, tugging gently at the piercing there. Solomon’s hands hold onto your head, his grip weak, but steady.

“Feel’s s’good,” he whispers, largely to himself you think. Before you move to give the other side attention, you duck your head down and lick at the jagged scars that are long healed. Solomon babbles something incomprehensible to you- perhaps in entirely different language- at the action.

When you move to the other side, he slurs out your name, and nearly falls off your lap again. You steady him by placing your hand on his back and keeping him in place.

“Oh-” he jerks his hips erratically into your hand, “darling, love, I’m- mhmm- gonna cum,” you spare a glance upwards to see how gone he is already. His dilated eyes are glazed over, and his puffy, pink lips are parted as he gasps for breath.

You move your hand so your thumb is pressed directly against his clit, and Solomon lets out a gurgled moan as he cums.

His orgasms are always longer when he’s high, so it takes him a while to ride it out. You diligently suck on his chest until he pulls your head away from his body.

Solomon slumps against you, and again you wonder if he’s going to fall asleep. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind if you used him to get off- in fact he’s made it explicitly clear that’s something he’d take great pleasure in.

“I’m awake,” he mumbles, as if reading your mind. He sways off your lap and onto the bed, looking up at you sleepily as he lays on his back. You follow him, settling between his soaked, spread legs.

“Was gonna fuck you either way,” you tell him honestly. Solomon moans, reaching out and tugging at your shirt, indicating he wants it off. You fulfill his request, puling the article of clothing off.

“Ahh, I was ready to be done, but when you said that, my love,” he sighs happily, “I need more. Tell me more,” he begs, “I want that, I want you to- to fuck me when I’m sleeping. I’ve told you that, right?” he rambles, trying to catch up with his train of thought. You nod,

“Oh yes, you’ve told me at length about how you wanna wake up filled with my cum,” you remind him, tugging at his wet sweats. You peel them off, revealing his drenched panties. His cock is already hard again, creating a small tent in the front.

“I would have laid you down just like this,” you tell him, “and maybe I wouldn’t even take off your panties, just move them to the side and use your hole to get off.” Solomon gasps your name, a wicked smile growing across his face.

“Let’s pretend!” he giggles. You smile at his enthusiasm, but you’re a bit lost. Solomon must gather that you’re confused, so he shuts his eyes, “do what you would have done, if I had fallen asleep. I’ll act like I’m sleeping,” he explains.

It’s your turn to laugh, at how absurd the idea is. As you look down at him though, it’s easy to imagine he’s asleep. You shrug, because you have a terrible weak spot when it comes to this old man.

If he were asleep, you’d undress yourself first, so you do that, taking off your own soaked clothes and tossing them elsewhere. Your dick is hard and, upon giving it a good stroke, you find that it’s sticky from Solomon’s piss. You moan at your realization.

Returning your attention to Solomon, you touch his thighs gently. Solomon snickers, taking you out of the scene.

“Babe,” you tease. He laughs, waving his hand to show that he wants you to continue.

“Sorry, sorry, that tickled, you know,” he explains. You pinch the meat of his thigh,

“If you were asleep you wouldn’t be giggling so much,” you remind him.

“But I’m high,” he opens his eyes, pouting, “I can’t control it.” You give him a look, and he smirks, “okay, okay. I’m asleep,” he closes his eyes again. You roll your eyes, and continue when he really looks like he’s asleep.

Doing what you’d fantasized, you peel his panties to the side, revealing his piss and cum slicked pussy. You can’t help but moan at the sight of him. His cock is erect and twitches under your gaze. You peel his lips apart to get a good look at his hole, and your feel yourself throb. He’s slicked with cum and piss, making him look downright delicious. You can’t wait to be inside of him.

You rub your dick against him, frotting yourself against his sticky cunt. “Fuck, Solomon,” you whisper, looking up to see that he’s still “asleep.”

Remembering that he’ll need a bit of prep before you can fuck him, you pull your hips back and spit on his hole. Solomon jerks, and his breath hitches, but he otherwise stays in character.

You press in two fingers, finding him pliant and open under your fingers. Solomon lets out a quiet moan, and flutters around the intrusion. Part of you is aching and desperate to get off, but part of you wants to see him cum one more time before you fuck him. So, you take it slow, curling your fingers, stretching them, pulling them out and playing with his clit, in turn dragging the sweetest, softest sounds from him.

“More,”’ he begs quietly, his hand flex within the sheets, and you know he’s close. You double down on your efforts, finger fucking him harder and faster, until he’s arching his back and trying to silence his sounds.

Solomon gushes around you when he cums, fluttering around you as he coats your hand in his fluids. You moan to yourself as you watch him cum for the second time tonight, imagining what he’ll feel like when he cums around your cock.

After some time, Solomon finally slumps back down on the bed and you remove your fingers. They’ve pruned due to how long you’d had your fingers within him, but you pay it no mind as you shuffle around to find the lube.

Quickly, and quietly, you lather your dick with proper lube, then once again press yourself against Solomon’s cunt. To steady yourself above him, you place your hands on either side of his head, gripping the pillow tightly like how you wish you could grip his hips (but if he really were asleep you think you might be too scared to touch him, worried any touch may be the one to bring him out of his slumber).

“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself as your tip catches against his hole. You push your hips forward, and he lets out a whine. You pause, anticipation rising at the prospect of waking him. It’s agony waiting, but eventually Solomon’s breathing evens out, and that’s your cue to continue. These same series of events occurs once or twice more before your hips press flush against his.

Solomon lets out a shaky curse, his eyes scrunch shut, and he shudders, cumming for the third time tonight. You feel him pulse and squeeze on your dick, and it takes everything in you not to pound him into the bed.

As soon as he’s done, he goes boneless, breathing heavily as he catches his breath. Now he really looks like he’s sleeping. You know he’s beyond exhausted, so you give him a moment, trying to make sure he doesn’t get overstimulated.

It’s agony to wait, with a shuddering breath, you begin to slowly fuck him.

He lets out a muffled whine, so you take it gentle and easy with him. While you get him used to taking your length you busy yourself with fantasy. Looking down at him you imagine you woke up from him wetting the bed, that he slept through the event, and was blissfully unaware of how hard you got from his pee soaking your pajamas. A shiver goes down your spine at the image you’ve cooked up for yourself, and you let out a low, deep moan.

Solomon puts on a good show, looking sweet, innocent, and entirely unconscious under you. Your hands flex each time his pussy clenches around you. He feels so hot and wet inside, tight as all hell, even though you spent so long working him open.

You want to make him wetter, want to fill his cunt with your cum, and the revelation makes your hips jerk erratically. Solomon gasps, and your breath hitches. You stop, feeling like every hair on your body is standing on edge. He hums peacefully after a moment, relaxing further into the bed.

After a moment, you want to make sure he’s really back “asleep,” you resume fucking him, picking up the pace.

You’re not going to last too much longer, too worked up by the excitement of the scene before you, and the feeling of him around you.

Finally, you bring a hand down to rub his clit, and Solomon squeals your name. His eyes pop open for a millisecond, and then he’s trying his hardest to act like he’s sleeping again. You’re so preoccupied with getting yourself, and him, to cum that you hardly notice.

“Solomon,” you whine, chasing after your orgasm, picking up the pace and shakily rubbing at his clit. He clenches like a vice around you, and then a familiar wetness jets from his cunt. “Fuck,” you groan, unable to stop the way that you lose control and pound him into the mattress at the realization that he’s pissing on you once again.

His stream is far more short-lived this time, but you’re still effected by it all the same. With a long drawn out groan you finish inside him, clumsily and erratically fucking him through your orgasm.

With you rubbing at his clit, Solomon gets off as soon as you come down from your high. You jerk him off and let him squeeze around your overstimulated cock until he lets out a whimper of pain.

After you pull out, you spend a second watching your cum drip from his messy cunt, and let out a satisfied sigh. Exhaustion hits next, and you flop down beside him.

“Wuh-what happened?” Solomon asks, turning to you and rubbing at his eyes as if he’d just woken up. His delighted smile gives him away.

“You’re so cute,” you tell him, covering his face with kisses.

He giggles, and lays back against the pillow. You watch as his lashes flutter shut, and his laughter ceases. It dawns on you as you watch him, that he’s really falling asleep right now; meaning you’ll have to manage his dead weight as you go about cleaning up.

Despite this, you love him too much to wake him.

#sub solomon #spice #p/iss #cw somnophilia #kinda.. but not really #cw drugs #cw dubious consent #?

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kurt-hummel-eat-your-heart-out · 6 months ago

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okay okay.i KNOW it’s my fav(John Bender) again but I just a loved your fic!(same person) but what if reader and John are in love with each other and after a serious and horrible(abus!ve situation) event that had happened to John. They run to an abandoned house where they stay together.(t4t as a bonus because I HC that John is trans if that’s fine?) thank you!

Hello againnnn @screamfome . IK I WAS GONE FOR A MONTH I am sooo sorry. Hopefully since it's summer I'll have more free time lol. Also yes I love this concept, you Fr have the best ideas:D also this is so outsiders coded LMAO like the abandoned house just reminded me of that.

Transmasc John Bender (The Breakfast Club) x Transmasc reader

Disclaimer/warning: this goes into John’s home life, which as we know isn’t a good one. Abusive family members, frequently mentioned physical violence, transphobia, smoking (it’s John), Just read at your own comfort level.

Approx 4.1k word count. I was on a ROLL lol

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It had been a long day. It wasn’t just you, even the hallways at school had felt even more lifeless today. If that was even possible. You sighed, leaning back into the mattress beneath you. You barely remembered a thing after your head hit the pillows, so tired you were practically dead.

The darkness that awaited you carried you to a soft, dreamless slumber. You were out like a light, so much so that you weren’t even bothered by how cold it was in your room this time of year. Unawakened bliss awaited you, welcoming as ever.

No sleep that good can last forever. You felt as if not even a minute had passed since you’d fallen asleep. And yet, here you were, disturbed into consciousness. All you could hear was a distant ringing noise, rhythmic beats emanating from a few rooms away. You begrudgingly turned over on your side, an irritated gaze cast towards your alarm clock on the bedside table.

Twelve-thirty in the morning, who the hell would call at this time? You decided to let the phone keep ringing, it was probably just a mistake. But it went on… and on… and on. You groaned, turning back onto your side to try and sleep. But the mystery caller just wouldn’t let up. You sighed, annoyed out of your mind.

You trudged into the kitchen, the landline still ringing. It was dark, so of course you accidentally walked into the side of the dining room table. Your hip ran into the corner, a dull stabbing feeling ran into your side. You had to use every ounce of strength to not shout out in pain.

You were fully prepared to curse at some prank caller, insult their mother, the works. You picked up the phone off of its hook, giving a sharp exhale through your nose so whoever this was knew you were pissed off. “Uh, hello?” You mumbled, the irritation was evident in your tone.

“Oh thank fuck you picked up.” It took you a minute to recognize who this mystery caller was. The voice was familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint it in your half-awake state.

“Wait, wait, Bender is that you?” You were glad it was just him, but still a little pissed that he was calling you in the middle of the night. “John, why are you calling me in the middle of the night…” You loved him, but you were not awake enough for this.

“I- I don’t know. I’m in trouble, I need help.” The shakiness in his voice definitely caught your attention, it wasn’t something you were used to hearing in him at all. You could hear his heavy breathing from the other side, he sounded scared and out of breath. You had to find out what happened

“What happened, sweetheart?” You lowered your voice so as to not be too loud for anyone possibly listening in on his side. You dropped the annoyed tone, replacing it with a softer sort of sound.

“I don’t know- I just,” You heard a frustrated sigh from his end. It sounded like he couldn’t even stop to gather his thoughts, it only made you more worried for him. “Can you come pick me up?” His quiet whisper made him sound like a scared little kid. Seeing this scared, vulnerable side of him just made your heart ache.

“Of course, I’ll be there in five. Okay?” You told him firmly. If you let it show that you were scared for him, it might make things worse. You always tried to be a source of stability for him, no matter what the situation was.

But things had never been so bad that he’d asked you to come get him. You were freaked out, to be honest.

“Okay, I love you.” He maintained the whisper. He just sounded so… small right now. It was so unlike him, it almost sounded like someone else.

“I love you too, see you soon.” And with that you hung up the phone, rushing to find your shoes and keys. You weren’t going to bother putting on different clothes, it might take too long. So, pjs it was.

The sleepiness still had a light hold on you as you tripped over nothing a couple times. The only thing you could think to do was go to the kitchen sink and splash some water on your face. The icy tap water hit your face like a train. If you weren't awake before, you definitely were now.

You rushed outside to your car, fumbling with the keys. Your car wasn’t new by any means, but it worked. You were just lucky you had one, you felt bad for John not having one. You knew how some nights got, especially when his dad got home late.

As you drove, all you thought of was your hatred for John’s father. He was an absolute dirtbag. You could recall countless stories of John’s childhood, how loud his house always seemed. How much he just wanted to get away.

After a few blocks you could see his house. A slightly run-down two story house near the edge of town. The chipped and faded gray paint had a blue cast to it in the moonlight. At night, John’s house looked as sad as his eyes were during the day. If you took more than a glance at him, you could see the pained look in his eyes.

He never let anyone see past his rough exterior of course, but you could still sense it. You pulled up to the side of the road, next to his yard. You didn’t even have a second to put the car in park, you could already see John climbing out of a window. The one in his room, you assumed.

His room was on the second floor, so it had a bit of a drop to it. He had the bottom half of the window pushed up. He steadily shifted towards the ledge, nearly giving you a heart attack. He jumped down to the ground with ease, a practiced motion from numerous nights of sneaking out.

He practically ran to your car, not wasting a second. You blinked and he was right in front of you in the passenger seat.

“Drive, please.” His voice came out hard and raspy, like he was out of breath. You didn’t even have time to check on him, to see if he had any new marks.

“Okay, okay. I’m driving.” You raised a hand, a little startled by how abrupt he was. You hit the gas, not really sure where you were driving off to. You decided to just head down some of the wooded backroads away from town.

There were these old trails that had been blocked off outside of town. Technically, the land belonged to the state, but it wasn’t public ground. You and John had always ignored the ‘Do Not Trespass’ signs stapled to the trees near the edge of the forest. How could the two of you not take advantage of such a perfect hiding spot?

You two had a theory that it was some old property the state had seized and had no idea what to do with. It wasn’t big enough to be a park itself or close enough to one to be added to another.

You turned onto a rough gravel road, just off of where your town stopped and the highway started. It wasn’t the smoothest drive, but you couldn’t complain too much. It was a secluded area, far away from anyone or anything to bother you.

You had stayed silent thus far, giving John a minute to himself. His labored breath had only let up so much, you could still hear how on edge he was. You glanced over at him, seeing the slight shake in his shoulders. His arms were crossed upon his chest, his eyes fixed on the road ahead of you.

“Johnny? You okay baby?” You took your right hand off of the wheel, laying it on his knee. This seemed to snap him out of his daze.

He flinched slightly, his gaze snapping over to you. You sensed the sudden jerk of his head in your direction, which made you retract your hand. Had it been too soon? Had whatever happened shaken him up that badly?

“Sorry.” You gave a quick apology, beginning to move your hand back to the wheel.

“No, no, it’s okay.” He reached for your hand, grasping it firmly. You could feel the way he shook like a scared animal. “Stay with me. Please…” He held your hand in his own, leading it back to his knee. You let him place it there, giving his hand a soft squeeze. This seemed to ease his nerves just a bit. You could hear him let out a deep sigh as he squeezed the top of your hand back.

You continued down the gravel road into the woods. You drove deeper into the trees, the shadows your headlights made twisting their shape as you passed them. The forest was always a little creepy, even more so in the middle of the night.

You passed by countless maples and oaks, keeping your hand on his knee. You decided to stop after a couple minutes, you were deep enough into the woods now.

You put the car in park, switching off your headlights. You then turned to John, finally getting an opportunity to look at him properly. The look in his eyes absolutely broke your heart.

He was like a dog on the Fourth of July; his eyes wide and scared, a slight shake to his body, and an expression that made you wonder if he was about to cry.

“John?” You leaned across the center console, getting a bit closer. “Can I take a look at you?” You whispered softly, just loud enough to be heard over the car engine in the background. He finally made eye contact with you. His gaze softened ever so slightly as he saw the unease written all over your face. You weren't going to ask him what happened, not right now at least. Although it would burn questions in your mind, you wouldn't until you knew he was okay. Physically, at least.

He gave a small nod, still looking you in the eyes. You withdrew your hand from his knee. You took his hands in your own, checking for any signs of a fight. The skin of his knuckles were clear as day, no signs of blood or bruising in the slightest.

He turned to the side to face you, giving you a better opportunity to look him over. Your gaze traveled up his arms, turning them over to check the backs of his arms. You frowned when you saw a bruise starting to form on his elbow. John was quiet as you inspected him. He was even somewhat surprised when he saw the bruise on his arm, soon frowning as well.

He turned his face away from you, no longer wanting eye contact as you looked him over. This was too embarrassing for him. Yes, it was a regular occurrence. And yes, you were always there to take care of him after a situation at his house.

But it was different this time. It was more painful to look at himself, to look at how visible his weakness was to him now.

The strain of thoughts in John’s head were currently babbling on about how pathetic and weak he was, almost akin to the drunken babbling of his father not too many hours ago. He couldn’t help the way his breath hitched at a particularly brutal phrase that echoed in his head.

You immediately looked up from his arms, barely hearing the little choked sound that came out of him.

“John?” You whispered his name, it was like a request for him to look you in the eyes again. But he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t let you see how weak he was, how pathetic he felt now.

“John, can you look at me? Please?” You kept your voice lowered. You were soft and caring in every aspect, you knew something was different this time. He slowly turned to face you, reluctantly so. The sight of tears pricking his eyes and the red mark under his left eye caused you to let out a quiet gasp.

Your immediate reaction was to pull him closer to you. Your instincts told you to protect him from whatever had happened, even though you knew that wasn’t entirely possible. Time had passed, what had happened couldn’t be reversed no matter how hard you wanted it to.

You felt John’s arms around you almost immediately, holding you back. He hadn’t gotten a look at himself yet, but he could assume what you’d seen. He didn’t have to see to know what was there; he could feel it.

You sat there holding him for a minute, almost feeling like crying yourself. He didn’t deserve this. You were scared for him. You wanted to make it all better. A million thoughts buzzed through your head, loud uncontrolled. You pulled away from him for a moment to get a better look at the mark.

You brought a hand up to his cheek, making sure not to directly touch the red spot. “Did he do this?” You both already knew who you were referring to. And you both already knew the answer to your question. You just needed confirmation from him.

“Yeah.” John’s voice was still just above a whisper. It hurt you to see him so reserved like this. Usually after something happened with his dad, he would quickly find something for the two of you to do to distract him. Something like goofing off at the grocery store, driving around with the radio on too loud, or just having a smoke together. Now his silence spoke volumes.

“Here, why don’t we go on a walk. It’s a nice night.” You suggested, still keeping that same gentle tone of voice. He nodded quietly, and with that you took your keys out of the ignition and got out of the car.

You met John on the other side and had neglected to notice the fact that he only had a t-shirt. You were right when you said it was a nice night; it was a nice night for the fact that it was October. You cursed quietly to yourself before taking off your hoodie and offering it to him.

“Shit, sorry, it’s cold. Here, take this.” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you placed the hoodie in his arms. Freezing wasn’t going to be an option, and you would make sure of it.

“You sure?” John quirked a brow at you. He was probably going to refuse your offer and say something about you getting cold, but you didn’t care.

“Shh, just take it.” You assured him, smiling softly at him and waving your hand dismissively. Without another word, he slipped it over his head. His usual cocky attitude had been set to the side for now, so he complied.

You linked an arm around his, taking his hand in yours. His hand was warm like it always was, even with the chill of the night. You two walked down the beaten down dirt trail, deeper into the woods. The moon shined brightly enough for you to be able to see where you were going, but not without stepping on the occasional stick or dead leaf.

You let a comfortable silence hang between you two for a few minutes, for John’s sake. But soon your concern got the best of you, and you were tempted to know what exactly had happened.

“Johnny, baby. You wanna talk about things?” You turned to look at him as you walked along the trail. You were fully prepared for him to say no, it was understandable considering how quiet he’d been thus far.

“Maybe… I don’t know. Jus’ give me a minute, maybe…?” He let out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“You don’t have to, just thought you might want to.” You squeezed his hand, reassuring him that he didn’t have to talk about what happened with his dad.

“No, no, I think I want to. Could help since it’s you.” He squeezed your hand back. You couldn’t help but smile at what he said. Ever since he started opening up about what he went through, he seemed a little less uptight. Around you at least. But sometimes you notice it with other people, too.

He nudged you with elbow, motioning to something in the distance you two had been approaching. A look of surprise and confusion came across your face as you looked at the old, dilapidated house in front of you. How had you never noticed this before? You supposed you and John had never walked this far into the forest, but still. It was odd.

“Wanna check it out?” He asked. There was that little sense of adventure back in him. You smiled at him, leading him towards the house.

“Oh hell, why not. We could crash here if there aren’t any squatters that beat us to it.” You approached the old wooden door, pushing it open with ease. You cringed at the way its hinges creaked and groaned. It was an awful sound, but you toughed it out.

You called out, trying to see if anyone was there already. John checked a couple rooms, finding no one. With the confirmation that nobody else would interrupt you two, you sat on the floor, against the wall in the main room.

“Alright, c’mere.” You waved John over, letting him sit in front of you between your legs. He was facing away from you so he could lean back into you, letting you hold him tightly. You sighed contentedly, just relieved that he was in your arms instead of in his house.

“So,” You began. But before you could say anything else, John held up a finger to signal for you to pause. You obliged him, closing your mouth. You watched him pull out his cigarettes and lighter. He flicked the lighter to life, pressing the flame to the end of a cigarette. Once he was certain it was lit, he put his lighter back in his pocket and brought the cigarette to his lips. He took a long drag, closing his eyes as he took in the warmth of the smoke.

He exhaled after a moment, leaning back onto your chest with a sigh. You wrapped an arm around him as he took a few more drags. He leaned into your touch, which only made you want to hold him tighter.

“So,” John’s voice was firmer this time. He was grounded now, bordering on relaxed. It was an unfortunate coping mechanism to have, but smoking really did seem to help him.

“As you could definitely already tell, the old shitbag hit me again.” He sighed. You nodded in understanding, not really surprised but livid nonetheless. You didn’t show how pissed off that made you, John had probably already been around enough pissed off people today. Instead, you rubbed his arm soothingly.

“Can I ask what it was about this time?” You wanted to be considerate of him still. This was fresh, you weren’t going to press him for a story. You wouldn’t have to though, as he nodded in response.

“I was makin’ dinner; didn’t feel like going out and getting something. Not too sure I got the cash for it either…” He sighed again, more smoke in his exhale. “The fucker comes up behind me all like

‘Oh look at you bein’ independent. Man of the fuckin’ house, huh?’,

and y’know I could tell he was drunk.” He paused to take another drag of his cigarette. The impression of his father was pretty accurate, you had to admit.

“And I’m just standing there, tryna do my shit. I say

‘Dad, I’ve got a burner on. Don’t try anything.’,

‘cause I don’t want him to burn the fuckin’ house down.” He ran his hand through his hair again before letting his hand settle on top of yours. He interlocked your fingers, settling them back on his stomach. You kept his hand in yours as you listened to him.

“Then he goes

‘You know it’s a shame you gotta be so butchy ‘bout everything. If you weren’t playin’ pretend all the time, you could make some guy real fuckin’ happy. Least I could be proud of ‘ya for bein’ a wife, not whatever the fuck you’re doin’ to yourself.’”

John repeated his father’s words, laced with just as much cruelty as the man who first said them. The words of his father disgusted you, and you could tell things would quickly go south from here.

John went on. “So I say

‘Dad, don’t say that.’

And then he grabs the back of my shirt, throws me backwards, like, away from the stove. And he just starts yellin’ at me, saying all this shit about how he’d treat me better if I was normal. If I just dropped the act and lived like everyone else does.” Johns voice got a little quieter as he spoke. You could tell this got to him. It hit him like a punch to the gut.

You knew he hated the idea of getting hitched, even if he got to be a man in the relationship. Too many outside opinions and expectations, he said.

You cringed at his father’s mention of ‘dropping the act’. At this point, neither you or John had any doubts about yourselves or each other. It was hell existing as it was, but standing your ground about who you were was a whole other thing. You were proud of him for not suppressing who he was, but at the same time you couldn’t stand how he was treated for it.

“Mhm. God I hate that…” You agreed with him, letting him know you were still listening. He took another drag of his cigarette before continuing.

“So he gets me near the wall, like almost throws me against it. And I think that’s when my elbow got hit, now that I think about it. I don’t know, it’s a little blurry,” He paused to let out a small yawn. You could imagine how tired he was, with it still being the middle of the night. And the obvious.

“And I just wasn’t in the fuckin’ mood, right? So I didn’t say shit, didn’t look at him, nothin’. I kinda just took it so I could get it over with. And then he hit me." You knew that was coming but it still broke your heart to hear. The pained sound of his voice came through, you could tell he was so tired of his father. He was tired of all the shit this man put him through. You held John a little tighter, feeling a sudden surge of protectiveness over him.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry," Your voice held such sincerity. It was such a comfort to the man, who needed it desperately. Your soft way of speaking to him and the way you held him, coupled with the cigarette, had him feeling so far away from the situation. Like he was safe from it now, like nothing could even hurt him. You leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek, sweet and considerate.

"I've got you now, I can make it better." You assured him of your presence. Even though you could only temporarily make things better, you would try to ease his pain for as long as you possibly could. You ran your fingers through his hair methodically, occasionally playing with a few strands. The sensation could do wonders to put him at ease. You could feel him relax as he finished the last of his cigarette. He snuffed it into the ground beneath you, then flicked it away. He sighed, turning around slightly in your hold so he could face you.

"Hey. I love you. Don't forget it." He sounded a little more drowsy now, like he could fall asleep in your arms any minute.

You leaned it to place a soft, tender kiss on his forehead. A goodnight kiss of sorts. "I love you too. Never forgetting it. Ever." You couldn't help but smile as you saw his face again. He looked adorable, all tired and warm, like he felt safe.

You'd stay happy like this for the night, holding John in your arms and protecting him. You'd be there again and again, no matter the reason. No matter how bad he was hurt, you'd be there to make it better.

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