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sparrows-stars · 13 days ago

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🙏🙏🙏 i would do anything for a trans guy sebastian x trans guy reader fic if that is something you'd be interested in writing. they are impossible to find 🫶 either smut or fluff would be awesome

YAYYY MORE TRANSMASC REQUESTS!!!! ftm!reader fics are SOOO hard to find i feel you anon </3 i would LOVE to write this!!!

ftm!sebastian x ftm!reader - ice skating (sfw, fluff)

warnings/tws: reader has pretty bad dysphoria, aside from that nothing <3

word count: 1,326 (whoops)

to put it bluntly, wintertime was boring on the farm.

there were no crops to tend to and all your animals stayed in their barns and coops. with this being your first year in the valley, you didn’t really know anybody well enough to hang out just yet. and to top it all off on this lonely, cold, boring day, you couldn’t help the raging dysphoria you were feeling as you dragged yourself out of bed.

once you moved to the valley, the days that dysphoria gripped you lessened. this meant, however, that when you had bad dysphoria days, they were bad dysphoria days, and unfortunately today was one of those days.

as you dressed yourself, you felt like no matter how many layers of clothes you put on, you always looked feminine somehow. after you settled on some baggier clothes, you decided to just take a stroll around the valley to try and forget what you were currently dealing with. you knew that if you didn’t leave the house today, you wouldn’t be leaving your bed for days on end.

the crisp, cool air of the valley hit you as you stepped outside. “whoever invented gloves, scarves, and winter hats needs some good head,” you muttered to yourself as you closed your door.

it was quiet in pelican town, you observed. not surprising, as it was cold out. you enjoyed the comforting silence as you ventured towards the mountain lake. the snow crunched beneath your feet as you trudged up the hill, and you found yourself entranced with the way the snow glistened around you. you only stopped looking at the ground when you noticed another pair of feet in front of yours. you looked up to see sebastian standing there.

“oh, sorry,” you muttered, cringing at how high your voice sounded. “didn’t see you there.”

“it’s alright, i was coming over to check on you,” he said. “you’ve kind of just been standing there for a few minutes.”

you blushed. “oh... uh. sorry? i was just admiring the snow. i know it’s dumb.”

he shook his head. “it’s not dumb. i take these views for granted. plus,” he smiled, “sometimes it’s the simple things that can make a day better.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “how’d you know i wasn’t having a great day...?”

“well, for starters, you don’t usually walk around with your head down,” he explained. “you usually walk with confidence, if that makes any sense.”

you nodded. “well, i won’t bother you any longer. i was just taking a stroll while it’s still quiet out.”

“you aren’t bothering me at all. i was actually going to stop by today to ask you something.”

you tilted your head. “oh?”

he scratched his neck sheepishly. “...give me a second.”

he turned around and ran inside, leaving you standing there awkwardly. while you waited, you admired the frozen lake and how beautiful the scenery was. you heard the front door open shortly after, and you saw sebastian walking towards you with something behind his back, his face slightly flushed. “i imagined this as being more romantic, so i apologize,” he started. “would you like to go on a date with me?” he offered you the flowers he was holding behind his back.

your face broke out into a grin. “seb, i would love to. where exactly are we going to go, though? there’s not much to do here.”

he smiled as you took the flowers. “i was thinking we could go ice skating, if you’re down for that.”

you nodded. “where am i gonna get ice skates from, though?”

“well,” he started, “abigail has some that she ordered a long time ago that she has literally never touched. would you wanna try those on? i already asked her if that was okay, so don’t worry about that.”

you smiled. “i’d love to.”

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after you and seb got the ice skates from abigail, you walked back to the mountain, hand in hand. you couldn’t help but notice how perfectly his hand felt in yours. once you got to the lake, you stopped him. “can i tell you something?”

he nodded.

“i’ve never ice skated before...”

“that’s okay, i’ll guide you,” he smiled. “just trust me.”

you two got onto the ice after putting the skates on, him holding on to your waist as you tried to stabilize yourself. any time you wobbled, his grip tightened. “i’ve got you,” he said.

“you know, holding onto my waist like that is making me more prone to falling, seb,” you blushed. “you’re making me nervous.”

“and what if i told you that was the plan? that i want you to fall for me, both literally and figuratively?”

you covered your face as you grinned. “shut up, oh my god.”

the two of you continued to flirt and skate until the sun began to set. he helped you take your skates off and put your shoes back on and then proceeded to walk you home.

once you got home, it started snowing heavily outside. you brought sebastian in and insisted that he stay the night, because it was literally impossible to see outside. he agreed and called his mom to let her know that he was safe. once he was done talking to her, he approached you as you cooked dinner.

“hey, um, would it be alright if i go to bed right after i eat? i just realized how tired i am from skating,” he grinned sleepily. you nodded, handing him a bowl of pumpkin soup. his grin only widened seeing the dish you made. “how’d you know this was my favorite?”

you blushed. “oh, i just assumed you liked it. you’ve mentioned it before at the saloon... i totally wasn’t eavesdropping on you and sam’s conversation.”

he chuckled. “hey, i’m gonna take my binder off before i eat. i’ll be right back.”

you had no idea that he was trans, and you had honestly forgotten you were wearing a binder. it suddenly felt too restricting, which was a signal to you that you needed to take it off soon.

seb came back into the kitchen wearing a baggy hoodie – one of yours – and smiled at you. “thank you for making me dinner. i really appreciate this.”

you nodded at him. “i also need to go take my binder off, i’ll come eat with you when i’m done.”you darted off to your room, dreading taking the binder off. you didn’t want today to get ruined because of dysphoria, but oh well. as you took it off, you felt that weight fall back onto your shoulders, all your emotions hitting you at once. you crumpled to the ground, holding your chest to your legs.

you heard a knock on the bedroom door. “are you okay...?” sebastian asked.

“i’m fine,” you choked out, knowing that he wasn’t buying it.

“you don’t look trans,” he said, catching you off guard. “i thought you were cis.”

it took you a second to gather yourself, but once you did you responded to him. “i could say the same for you. i had no clue you were trans. you pass so well.”

“i know that you don’t see it, but you do look masculine. you sound masculine. you aren’t just playing dress up, you’re a man.”

his words brought tears to your eyes, and you chuckled as you began to put a baggy sweater on. “you don’t have to lie.” you opened the door to a concerned sebastian. “i’m not lying,” he said. “i know that you’re a man.”

he brought you in for a hug, rubbing your back. “let’s eat dinner and go to bed, yeah? i know how dysphoria can be.” you nodded into his shirt, thankful for him being here. the two of you ate rather quickly, washing up and headed to the bedroom. you settled into bed together, and you finally felt comfortable enough to not only sleep, but rest.

#sdv sebastian #sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian x farmer #farmer sdv #stardew valley #ftm!sebastian #ftm!reader #ftm reader #fluff #sdv fluff

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romanarose · 7 months ago

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About a Girl: Chapter 4

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Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

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Summary: For week 2 of my pride event: Transitioning. Not a whole not of Blue and Joel but getting there. Lots of people involved in this story lol! We learn more about Blue's transition. Next chapter will get more with those two's relatioship.

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

Joel nervously hovered as Sarah sat in the kitchen on a stool, kicking her feet while Talia looked at her hair.

“And then Ellie kicked him!” She was recounting the thrilling story of how a boy was being mean to Sarah, said her hair was weird because she wore it natural today. Sarah was the only black kid in her kindergarten. Apparently her new friend Ellie was very defensive, aggressive where Sarah was gentle, and didn’t take kindly to the boy's words. Ellie ended up in time out again, and a call to her foster mom.

“I ain’t saying he deserved it.” Talia sang, feeling out Sarah curls. “But God’s timing is always right.”

Joel smiled at her. He wasn’t going to agree, he didn’t want to be the one condoning violence… but he always wasn’t going to lose sleep at night. “Well, don’t listen to a thing he says, baby girl.” Joel walked around to face his daughter. “You’re the prettiest girl on the planet, with the coolest hair I’ve ever seen, and Miss Talia here is going to teach me how to make it even cooler.”

Sarah turned to Talia. “Are you going to marry my daddy?”

Joel opened hi mouth to say no, but Talia’s bright laugh answered for him. He turned to Talia with a smile that let her know he was joking. “Hey know, I don’t think I’m that bad.”

“It ain’t you, Joel.” She patted his back, easing him. “It’s the equipment you’re working with.” She turned back to Ellie. “No baby, but if I play my cards right, I might marry your aunt.”

Sarah squealed a giggle and Talia took her off the stool.

“Good.” Sarah confirmed, walking off to the TV. “Mommy wouldn’t like that.”

Joel and Talia looked at each other, Joel questioning gently. “Did mommy say something, sweetheart?”

Flopping on the couch and sighing dramatically as if she’d just gotten home from a 12 hour shift, Sarah replies, “Yeah she asked if you were dating Aunt Tess. I said no, she’s dating Uncle Tommy.” Talia giggled at that. “She said to tell her if you were dating someone and I said okay.” Sarah’s head popped up over the couch, sensing her dads distress. “That’s okay, right daddy? Lying is bad.”

Closing his eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink, Joel considered his next words. Of course it was okay that Sarah said what she thought. Joel didn’t want her in the habit of lying, especially to her mom. However, he also didn’t want Sarah to feel like she had to be Kayla’s spy. That wasn't fair to her, and Joel was careful not to pry Sarah for information on Kayla’s living conditions or the people around her apartment. That wasn’t something a 5-year-old needed to worry about. He tried to make the most neutral sounding comment he could. “You should always tell me and mommy the truth, babygirl, you did good.”

Sarah smiled and went back to her TV. “Oh! I love this show.” The Soprano’s was on.

“No, absolutely not-”

“But Uncle Tommy-”

“Sarah.”

He’d have to talk to Tommy about watching violent TV with Sarah. Why couldn’t Tommy just be… not himself. He turned back to Talia, who was smiling.

“I see why Blue likes you so much.”

Joel waved her off with a blushing face. He was nothing special. “What's the verdict, doc?” Joel shuffles nervously, hands in his pockets. Did I ruin my sweet baby's hair forever?

This made Talia laugh again. Joel noticed she laughed a lot. Tess always did like joyful people, that’s why she always got on with Tommy so well, both as friends and friends with benefits. He wondered why she even liked him at all.

“No, Joel. It looks very healthy. You oil her hair?”

“Yeah, Argon oil.”

“Hair bonnet.”

Joel internally cringed. “I tried, she won’t keep it on.”

“That’s okay.” She eased his worries. “Try a scarf or a silk pillowcase. If she doesn’t like the feeling on her face, the world won’t end until she’s older and is ready to keep a bonnet on. Her mama wear bonnets or scarves?”

He shook his head. “Not unless it’s changed the last few years. She has hair not unlike mine.”

Talia nods. “Well, honestly I think everyone could benefit from wearing scarves, but that’s just me. I know y’all ain’t got the best relationship, but maybe mention it to her. Little girls love matching their moms. How often do you wash it?”

“Twice a week, unless she’s been running around a lot. Her and Tommy like playing soccer in the park.”

“Just once a week is fine, unless it’s one of those sweaty days. Natural oils are good for her hair. I know you’re a busy man, but if you get time, I’d suggest you get some coconut oil, sit her in front of a TV, section out her hair and really rub it into her scalp, like a massage. Helps stimulate hair growth and keeps from drying, but, Joel I mean this sincerely.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re doing a good job. I know this isn’t easy, especially as a single parent but you are doing everything for that baby, so go a little easy on yourself.”

He tried to brush it off. “I’m just doing what any parent would do.”

“You’re doing a lot more than many, hon.”

After going through more hair tips, Joel is about to call over Sarah so Talia can show her some new hairstyles, she stops him.

“Hey, Blue told me how things went… I really appreciate you being respectful. She’s my best friend, I knew her before she transitioned… It really hasn’t been easy, especially the early years of it all.” She smiled sadly. “She was in a bad place. At the time, she was living as a gay man in Austen’s gay community, but coming out hadn’t helped. Things got really bad.”

Joel’s heart hurt for you, wondering how many years you suffered. “What happened?” His eyes widened a bit. “Sorry, shit, you don’t gotta say anything.”

But Talia gave him the short version. “I’m sure she’ll tell you all of it. She’s pretty open about it with the people who know she’s trans. The Austen gay scene… well unfortunately, there’s not a lot of queer places that don’t involve drinking, and given that half of us are disowned by family and rejected from society, there's a big issue of drinking and drugs in the community. An issue she both fell into. After our friend who’d taken us in, Jeff, died of AIDS, she took it really hard.” She shook her head at the memory.

Joel didn’t know much about AIDs, it seemed no one really talked about it and people acted like it was a gay STD, or that one kid that got it from a blood transfusion. Reagan never even mentioned it, so was it really a big issue? All he knew is that dying of AIDS was a slow death, watching someone waste away like that couldn’t be easy.

“After he died, she spent months in his apartment, drinking away and being piss-drunk every time I came over. But I also noticed her going through Jeff’s books and his writings… he was a college professor for sociology, and talked a lot about gender. One day she just emerged, asked to be called a woman and help looking like that version of herself. We picked names, got clothes. I tried not to get too excited and overwhelm her,” She chuckled. “But as a stylist, it was right up my ally.”

It was obvious how much Talia cared about Blue. “Thank you.” He said earnestly, and she made a funny face.

“For what?”

Joel crossed his hands over his chest. “For being there for her when I couldn’t be.”

“She’s been there for me every step of my way making it in this world as a black lesbian, I’ll be with her through everything. Now!” Talia clapped her hands together. “Tess and I were talking, but if you’re comfortable with it, we’d love to take Miss Sarah to the salon I work at, give her a spa day, deep clean, deep conditioner, all that. Tess and I know how hard it is for you to get time away. We also know you feel guilty when you do anything for yourself, so this way you know your princess is getting spoiled.”

As much as he wanted to say no… she was right. Sarah would have a great day with some positive female influences, and Joel could spend some time with you. Win/Win.

“She wanted to wear her princess dress today, so if she gets it dirty or anything, I swear it ain’t no big deal. I can get another one at the Family Dollar, easy.” Joel spoke to Tess while he tried to fix the bailer. One of the belts broke and he caught it in time which made it easier without it getting bunched up. Tess was inside the bailer. It was a two man job.

“You’re awfully hard on him Joel.”

Joel set down the riviter, it was Tess’s job now. “I’ve actually been mean’n to talk to yuh ‘bout that…”

“Uh-oh, am I in trouble, dad?”

“No, no, not like that I just…” He sighs, putting down his tools. “I know Tommy’s been have’n a hard time and I tolerated the drink’n… It’s the coke I got an issue with.”

Tess nodded, understanding as she retreaded to the belt to the bailer’s teeth. “He told me you were pretty upset with him the other day.”

“And what did you say to him?”

“I told him it was your home, and if you don’t want him high there, you can make that rule.”

Sighing, Joel pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, Tess, that’s not- I don’t want him doing coke, doing MDMA, doing molly-”

“Hey! Molly’s a nice girl!” She joked, but then went straight faced when she saw Joel didn’t find it funny. “Sorry, but I don’t know what you want me to do-”

“Stop giving him the drugs!” Joel shouted, not too loud immediately regretting it.

There was a long pause as she focused on her work before speaking. “I don’t know who the hell you are speaking to like that, Miller, but it sure as hell better not be me.”

“”M Sorry.”

“I know you are but you-” A clank, and Tess grumbled some swears. “Hold on. I’m done down here just- fuck.” Tess climbed out of the bailer, making eye contact with Joel. “Let’s get one thing straight. I am not pushing drugs on Tommy. We both know the same guy, and when one of us is out, we share, but you know damn well my crazy days are starting to fly past me. I’ve even been dating the same person a whole ass month. You’re brother does what he wants to do and I am neither his baby sitter nor keeper. I’ve kept that kid alive the last 2 years when he’s having a bad trip so I really don’t appreciate you talk’n down to me like I’m some bad influence on a 16 year old. He’s a grown ass man and can make his own choices. Terrible choices sometimes, but his own choices.”

Joel looked down, ashamed of his outburst. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just… worried, but that ain’t your business.”

She stared at him with a hardened face, wanting to be angry… but it was Joel. Her posture softened. “It’s alright Joel. I know you worry about it.”

He shook his head. “Ain’t right to take it out of yuh, Tess.” He went back to work, but felt a hand on his back.

“No, but I forgive you, so forgive yourself. You’re really bad at that.” Tess kissed him cheek.

Joel cleared his throat. “Kayla was ask’n Sarah ‘bout you again.”

Brushing off the last few minutes, Tess laughed out loud. “Oh great, she gonna show up at my door at 2 am again?”

He groaned.

“You just have SO MUCH fun, princess, okay? Gonna look even prettier than ever!” Tommy hugs Sarah goodbye for her special day. Tess promises she’ll take care of dinner and bring her home around 7, in time for her bedtime. Bedtime will likely be delayed as Sarah will want to tell Joel every single detail, but it was a friday. No big deal.

“Bye uncle Tommy! Bye daddy!”

Joel waves her off, watching as Tess louds Sarah into the carseat and safely buckles her up, taking her off for a few hours. Joel was lucky to have Tess in his life, and was hoping she stuck with Talia… he liked her a lot too.

As they drive away, Blue pulls right up. She had been parked down the street, politely waiting for Sarah to leave. Joel hoped to properly introduce them one day, but right now it was still so new.

His phone rang, Kayla again. “Tommy, can you tell Blue I’ll be out in a min?” He clicked answer, and Tommy ran out to check out the bike.

“Hey Kayla, what’s up?”

“Is Sarah there?”

Hi. Hello. How are you, Joel. Thanks for taking care of my daughter, Joel. “No, sorry, she just left with Tess. I can call yuh back when they get home this evening.”

“What’s she doing with Tess.”

He wasn’t lying. He just didn’t need to tell her what he was doing while she was gone. “Tess’s girlfriend, Talia, she has a hair salon. Gonna give her some deep conditioner and stuff like that. Make a spa day off it. She even set up a little tea party fancy dinner after.”

“Tess has a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, been dating a few weeks now. Seem’s very nice, she was over helping me learn some styles for Sarah. Don’t worry, Tess will be with them the whole time and I trust her.”

Kayla sighed over the phone. “Joe, I really don’t want her in that environment.”

“What environment?” Joel was genuinely curious.

“I mean, it’s bad enough she says things like ‘Frank’s husband’, I don’t need her knowing about lesbians too.”

“Kayla-”

“She don’t need ideas in her head. For fucks sake Joel, she’s only five. It’s bad enough they wanna teach this shit in schools-”

“Kayla.” He spoke more firmly now. “I really thought you grew out of this.”

“You used to agree with me!”

“No, I didn’t!” But that wasn’t entirely true. Joel was raised very religious, thinking it was all a sin until he teens. When Joel and Kayla began having sex, it went against everything he’d been taught about sexual purity. He honestly just spoked caring what grown adults did in bed. He was surprised Kayla cared this much. “Bill and Frank have been good to me, they took a chance on me when no one else did-”

“Because no one wants to work for fag-”

“Kayla!” Joel shouts, and this time he doesn’t regret it. His blood is boiling, thinking of Bill and Frank, of Tess and Talia, of you. “They’ve treated me like their own, and I won’t have you disrespect them or Tess in front of me again. Tess has been around Sarah consistently the last few years, something you can’t say you’ve done. I trust her with my life and more importantly, my daughter. Tess has never abandoned her to get fucked.” He referenced Kayla’s abandonment change. “And just so you know, I’m seeing someone. It’s very early so Sarah hasn’t met her, so you can stop putting our child in the middle of your jealousy.”

Silence, and then she hung up. This would probably come back to bite him.

He had no idea where that all came from, how much had been building up inside him waiting to come out. His heart was still pumping with anger and anxiety. How could she think like that after everything Bill and Frank and Tess have done for Sarah? How could she not have grown up at all since high school?

Joel found Tommy outside, riding the motorcycle up and down the street, slowly and with a helmet. Seems Blue was protective too. Your back turned to him, Joel walked up and hugged you tightly, tucking his face in your neck. “I missed you, Blue.” It’d only been a week, but it was too long.

“Joel? You okay?” She reached up to hold where Joel’s arms have wrapped around her chest. “You’re shaking, baby?”

“Much better now, Blue.” Yeah, he was shaking. He was still angry, but your touch was calming him. He chastly pecked your cheek. “I got your back, okay?” You didn’t need to know Kayla’s remarks. You just needed to know Joel would take care of you.

Joel had never ridden on a motorcycle before, and he held your shoulders like a victorian dutchess. Still, it was so fun seeing him get off the bike with a gleeful smile, helmet hair going every which way with a wild look in his eyes. Joel had packed you a sweet dinner for outside, and you two both sat on the blanket.

“How come you rejected Tommy?” Joel asked, mouthful of food. They were on a picnic, enjoying the nice weather before it got cold.

You laughed at that. “What do you mean?”

Joel shrugged earnestly. “Tommy’s always been girls' first choice. He’s younger, cooler, more handsome, more fun.”

You lean over to kiss his forehead. “He’s not as handsome as you.”

Joel smiled at that, but still teased. “But he is cooler.”

“Well, Tommy can at least name a Nirvana album. You’re still listening to Alan Jackson.”

“Nevermind.”

“Oh no,” You giggle, reaching for a pickle. “You don’t get to just change the subject-”

“No.” Joel shakes his head. “Nevermind. The album. That’s that band you like, right?”

Your hands drop to your lap. “How did you know that.”

He wouldn’ meet your eye. “A very nice lady at the library when I took Sarah on tuesday who I could tell was trying not to laugh at me… She informed me of the song you got excited about at the bar and I checked out the CD.”

Chuckling, Joel responded. “Well, I can’t say I like the yell’n… but Something in the Way was good, and I liked Come as You Are.”

Your eyes sparkled, your cute little smile… “You listened to a whole album just for me…”

“Yeah I mean, I can tell you liked ‘em. Ain’t no big deal.”

But it was to you. No one did stuff like that for you, no one cared that much outside of Talia. Joel Miller, as always, made your heart sore to new heights.

“I appreciate that, Joel. You’re sweet, you know that?” You watched him blush. He was so cute like this, your nervous man.

After dinner, you laid down on his chest, basking with the sun on your back and a cool breeze on your arms, Joel holding you tightly. Jesus christ, his arms were huge. She traced a vein on his biceps.

“How did you get so…”

He kissed the top of your head. “So what?”

You giggle, burying your face into his pecks. “Big.” You’re laughing so hard you’re shaking.

“BIG?!?!?” He bawks, and you can feel his chest move as he laughs.

“You’re fucking HUGE!!!”

Joel wrapped you up in arms, turning you over until the two of you are rolling around in the field, grass in your hair as you both squeal and laugh. This was the life.

Litle more on Blue and how she found herself <3 Net weeks theme is sex/kissing so!!!!!!! v them focused!!!

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lost-in-static-glow · 2 months ago

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You're Gonna Go Far || Gilmore Girls

Pairing: Luke Danes x Callum Wilder [OC] Fic rating: Mature Fic Tags: Trans masc OC, trans OC, original character, aligned with canon, many of the Gilmore characters, bisexual Luke Danes, autistic Luke Danes, slow burn, drama, show references, minor canon divergence Summary: Callum Wilder is new to Stars Hollow. With barely any money to his name, a worn down truck, and a fresh start, Callum attempts to implement himself amongst the locals of the town. However, his guarded and introverted behavior makes many townsfolk skeptical of him or rather him skeptical of the town. In spite of this, Callum can prove to them he belongs. A.N: This fic was entirely self indulgent and will remain that way. this fic is for me and any other guy who can envision smooching Luke. Likes/Comments/Reblogs are very appreciated. Fanfiction | Ao3 | Chapter One- You're Here.

Chapter 1: Hollow's Hospitality at It's Finest

If there was ever a voice more irritating than this one man’s, he’d win the award. Callum had his eyes closed tight as the man who called himself Taylor was going on and on about the apartment complex he owned. Callum was not quite sure why he bothered coming in when he couldn’t even afford the rent. A miracle maybe. He blinked his eyes open again, listening and nodding along like he didn’t blank out a moment ago.

“Now, young man-” He began, which was the only thing Callum hung onto. It was a nice warm feeling of being called that. “The rent monthly would be $750 we require a $750 security deposit, there’s no need for the final month’s rent but this overall would be $1,500-” Callum choked on air. He did NOT have $1,500. This did catch Taylor’s attention. “I know this might be rather pricey but given the area and size its-”

Callum held up a hand. “No- no it’s not that- I’m sure that’s a reasonable price sir-” Callum’s voice cracked slightly which he internally flinched about. “I just don’t really have that sort of money- I can definitely gather that if I had some time…”

The look on the other man made Callum trail off. The older adjusted his sleeve, likely uncomfortable with what Callum was close to offering. A slight sniff of disapproval to top it off. “This place will not be for free, so do not even bother requesting to go around the deposit for the first month.” He wasn’t exactly sure how renting an apartment or even buying a house went, and it wasn’t overly complex and Callum certainly didn’t have enough but he was still a stranger to this town.

“I’m sorry but I can’t-” Callum cut off the other man again with a nod. “No, it’s alright I get it, I’ll see what I can do and if I can I’ll give a call?” Callum offered. The man called Taylor offered a card.

“I can not make any promises that it will be here by the time you decide you have the money for it.” The comment sounded dramatic– just like everything about this man. “After all I simply cannot make exceptions. If I did, everyone would demand one, and where would that leave me?” Because being a decent human being is such a downfall of man. Callum thought, but bit his tongue in order not to cause more of a stir. Unfortunate, considering he enjoys causing a stir.

Callum didn’t offer much of a parting goodbye, in fact he was sure the man called Taylor was still going on about how important this building was and that he couldn’t make many exceptions. That noise was blocked out as Callum trudged down the stairs, the steps echoing in the corridor, feeling heavier as Taylor’s voice died out behind him. The truck sputtered to life, and the low gas icon blinked at Callum with the passive-aggressiveness of a parent waiting to say ‘I told you so’.

Callum hit his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched shut again and he inhaled through his nose, trying to die down the bubbling frustration that seemed to flood his mind. A minor ache swarmed behind his eyes as he could to hear his father’s voice, like a nagging fly. “It’s an adventure.” Everything about the tone was close to that of a bad motivational speaker, where advice sounded like a taunt. Which would sum up his father in a sentence.

Deciding to save on gas, Callum turned the engine off and got back out, instead taking a walk back into the town towards the square. Most of his things were covered in the backseat, and with the area being so well secured, Callum wasn’t worried about anyone taking them.

The sounds of people talking and walking around was a nice change of pace, a contrast of warmth to the cold air. This town was alive and it breathed community, something Callum was never exposed to. He didn’t think it was a bad place at all, the people seemed nice, minus a few pretentious talkers. There was a diner, but the hardware sign on top of the door made Callum pause. Really, what was this town’s deal? He’d probably check the place out later, and see if its a two-for-one deal.

If there was any worthwhile advice his parents ever gave, Callum had to admit the adventure-taunt his dad always repeated wasn’t the worst of it. So he was homeless, what did that matter? This was a fresh town where nobody knew him, his parents or who he used to be. As Callum walked he took in the blur of mundane details of the townsfolk– What clothes they wanted to wear, what’s new at the high school, when would Luke have a new special? He stopped as he took it all in. He was standing amongst these people, the buildings, and yet Callum felt so far away and reminded he was not even a part of it.

He wanted it. He would get it.

So how would he start to get it? The more he wandered the town the more the weight of being so– new stood out to him. The town was new for him but he was also new to the town. It was unlikely they’d just hire someone they would assume to be a tourist. The sounds of pleasant conversations as people walked in and out of stores seemed to overwhelm him. How did such a small town seem so big?

A low growl from his stomach made him squeeze his eyes shut again. It ached, and he hadn't had a proper meal in a day. He pulled his wallet out and frowned deeply. Only a few dollars left and it wouldn’t get him anything substantial. The diner crossed his mind again but he’d dread the idea of a handout of a cheap pb&j; It would only make him feel smaller than he already felt.

An odd look from a passing woman pulled Callum from his thoughts and he realized he was speaking aloud.

“Great, now they think I’m crazy” He mumbled and continued onto the park, sitting at a bench near the Gazebo. The warmth he felt earlier from the town clouded over as he began to feel more isolated. A list of stressful responsibilities began to pile on him, causing his whole body to feel tense and uncomfortable.

The taunting voice of his father was trying to slip in again. Maybe his parents were right. Maybe he should just get gas and try to plead for forgiveness. He’d even grovel to his knees. The thought of that made his chest ache. The agony of embarrassment of proving your parents right, along with the fact he couldn’t be himself? He had been running from their expectations for so long, and now he was on a bench in a strange town with barely enough to buy himself a meal. The increasing weight of being told that he can’t do this, he can’t do anything for himself, he’s too reliant, it began to feel real. The worst of it all– he began to believe it.

“Start with a small piece, sweetheart.” A motherly voice pulled Callum from his spiral. A mother sat nearby, feeding her son small parts of a sandwich she seemed to have made. The boy was scarfing each one like it was his last. The tightness of his chest unwound itself slowly from watching the scene.

Callum could do that. He could start small. He needed money, so besides robbing banks and mugging old ladies, he could get a job. It didn’t matter where it was– he just needed to get started and make some money. A twist of his mouth and scanning the area before him, Callum got up from his spot walking to the newsstand. Paying out a couple of quarters, he took a paper and walked back to the bench. He scanned over the paper, looking for job opportunities, or something that he could do to make some spare cash.

“Independence Inn hiring, contact Lorelai Gilmore.”

His eyes bore down on the line over and over, ingesting the words like they were there to give him answers to the universe. It all felt too good to be true, this was a very ideal opportunity. Complained enough and it seemed the universe got tired of the nagging and gave in. The only issue is that when he arrived in town late last night he didn’t pay much attention to the buildings. Looking up from the newspaper, he scanned around before his eyes landed on a person.

Callum stood, clutching the newspaper in his hand and strolled up to a man, standing out from the rest of the town in a suit. Everyone else seemed so casual or flashy and yet he seemed stiff and professional. Possibly, he’d be more relaxed about giving Callum directions if he asked. He was moving around the crosswalk, looking like he was observing the space and walkway. Callum slowed his pace as he got closer but before he could even get a word in, the man looked at him, completely blank faced. As the man stared him down, seemingly waiting, Callum wasn’t sure whether to speak or keep walking.

“Do you like hot dogs?” The man finally spoke.

Callum stared back, mouth slightly open as he paused on his words.

“What?”

“Hot dogs, yes or no?” This man asked, staring down Callum with an intensity that made him feel like he was being interrogated.

“I guess?”

“Wonderful, I’m going to be opening a prime hot dog cart across the store here,” He gestured grandly, “since there seems to be a lot of foot traffic. They won’t just be any hot dogs– they will instead be supreme hot dogs, you know those really long ones at baseball games? Well they never make the buns fit, but with my hot dogs? I make the buns fit. No short buns here my friend.”

Callum began to scratch the back of his neck, growing impatient. “Can you tell me where the Independence Inn is?”

“What?”

“The Independence Inn. Where is it?”

The man scratched his head now, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “So you’re not from here.”

“No.”

“Oh. Well there goes that idea” He proceeded to hand Callum a small card. “Down two blocks, then right.” The man finally answered, “Contact me if you have any good ideas, a tourist’s mind can be a goldmine for business.”

The man walked off, mumbling about hot dogs and then stopping another pedestrian, likely to ask similar questions. Looking at the card it simply read “Kirk Gleason” with a number at the bottom. No business name, no explanation. Just Kirk. Of course. Callum blinked at the card before slowly putting it in his pocket, glancing back at Kirk and the other guy he was talking to– who also looked confused. Was there anyone in this town that wasn’t auditioning for some cartoon sitcom? Or was Callum the unlucky guest star that they tested their jokes on?

Walking down the road, Callum could only hope it would get simpler from here.

#gilmore girls #luke danes #original character #x oc #x original character #x transmasc oc #x trans oc #x male oc #fanfic #luke danes x oc #oc: Callum Wilder #✎ -> Callum Wilder

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kandisheek · 10 months ago

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FIC REC WEEK 12 – OTHER MARVEL SHIPS

CLINT/BUCKY

I Hate Running by copperbadge

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 916 Tags: Running, Flirting, Murder Strut

Summary: Clint and Bucky go running. This was a potential mistake.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn funny, it cracks me up every single time. Poor Bucky and his moonshine crackpot serum, he never stood a chance. There are so many fantastic lines in this that I can't possibly quote them all, so I hope you go and check this one out, because it's amazing!

Trainwreck Through A Rear Window by flawedamythyst

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 9,840 Tags: No Powers, PTSD, Deaf Clint

Summary: Through Clint's big main window, you could see straight across the street and into the apartment opposite, where a man was standing, staring at Clint as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing. When he caught Clint's eye, he just shook his head slowly. -- The guy in the apartment opposite spends way too much time watching Clint make a fool of himself, which wouldn't matter as much if he weren't also smoking hot.

Reasons why I love it: They're so fucking cute, ugh, I can't. Clint The Trainwreck Barton is just the best, I laughed my ass off multiple times. And everyone rooting for him and Bucky from the sidelines is just adorable. The way they finally meet is perfect too. This fic is amazing, and I hope you give it a shot, if you haven't already!

crack the whip, shape-shift and trick by shatteredhourglass

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 2,347 Tags: Trans Clint, Protective Bucky, Chest Binding

Summary: “Remember when Tony sat you and Steve and Thor down and started that god-awful PowerPoint Presentation about queer people?” Bucky snorts. “Did he think that they just fuckin’ appeared out of nowhere after the war? Honestly. I nearly shot his computer. Steve liked it.” -- A request from Tumblr for some trans Clint

Reasons why I love it: I would pay good money to see that presentation Tony whipped up. I love Bucky's reaction to Clint's gender identity, and the fluff that follows is pure gold. This fic is lovely, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Maybe If You're Good by circ_bamboo

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: E Words: 3,984 Tags: PWP, Wall Sex, Banter

Summary: "So, we share an ex." Bucky seriously thought about grabbing one of the knives on the counter and stabbing Clint for trying to talk to him before coffee, but he'd promised Steve he wouldn't do that and promised Tony that he wouldn't get any more blood on surfaces that didn't clean easily. (And then there is snark and wallsex.)

Reasons why I love it: Honestly, when Clint flexes, I dare anyone to keep their concentration. This fic is so much fun – Clint and Bucky sassing each other and Bucky teasing the fuck out of Clint is great. And on top of that, the smut is hot as hell. I love this fic to bits, and I bet you will too!

Got Me Lyin' (for your love) by Kangofu_CB

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: T Words: 4,266 Tags: Meet-Cute, Veteran Bucky, Deaf Clint

Summary: Clint advertises himself as a ‘semi-acceptable to totally inappropriate boyfriend for all your family holiday, family dinner, corporate Christmas party, and other fake-dating needs’. It's surprisingly lucrative, especially around Thanksgiving and Christmas, and he is always very clear with his ‘dates’ exactly what he is and isn't willing to do, and anything physical beyond some hand-holding or maybe a light peck on the mouth is completely off the table. So when Natasha asks him for a favor - to help out one of her friends with his own special brand of help, Clint readily agrees. But James 'Bucky' Barnes is nothing like Clint's other clients.

Reasons why I love it: Clint falling head over heels for Bucky's murder strut, we love to see it. I can totally see Clint offering services like this, and I love that bit with Todd in the beginning there. This fic is super funny and sweet, so I hope you check it out for yourself!

Synchronicity by AvaKelly

Pairing: Bucky/Clint Rating: M Words: 7,346 Tags: Avengers Tower, Bed Sharing, Clint Needs a Hug

Summary: James ends up berating himself internally while the meals get ready. He can't stomach any food right now, so he leans onto the counter with his coffee while everyone else eats. That's when Clint stumbles in, eyes half closed and hair in disarray. He's wearing one of James' hoodies, the one Tony's given him as a joke, that says Cyborg on the front and Murderous Kitten on the back, but is surprisingly soft. OR: the one where Clint falls asleep everywhere and James takes it upon himself to carry him to bed.

Reasons why I love it: This one is just beautiful. Bucky slipping so effortlessly into his role as the one who takes care of Clint, giving him everything he needs – I could read that all day. The story beats that touch on their trauma are heart-breaking, but it just makes the fluff that follows all the sweeter. I love this fic, and I highly recommend that you check it out for yourself!

#winterhawk #clintbucky #marvel #fanfic #fic rec #ficrec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs

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borom1r · 8 months ago

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1-25 choose violence ask game ❤️

ALL OF THEM?????? you’re so real for this ty snfnsnbfns. doing LotR bc of course I am

1. the character everyone gets wrong

PIPPIN I HATE TO SAY IT BUT PIPPIN. all those incorrect quote polls that have been posted where pippin keeps fucking winning YALL REALIZE HES AN ACTUAL CHARACTER RIGHT?? with like depth?? and bonds?? and a personality. yall realize that right?????? right??? ik we all love 2 joke but he would not say half of those things

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

ok I personally enjoy both for Boromir BUT if he IS topping. he is a service top. I will die on this hill

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I block ppl for these takes so no screenshots but everyone who thinks Boromir is a villain. if you think Boromir is a villain I will key your car.

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

there is one singular straw and it is bad Boromir takes in the Boromir tag

5. worst discord server and why

I don’t join fandom discord servers bc I love myself too much for that 💗

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

ummm idk? most of my lotr mutuals have different ships from me and it’s all chill. but tbf I’m very selective abt who I interact with now lmao.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

no one yet thank fuck.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Aragorn/Arwen isn’t actually romantic sorry I think it’s fucked up actually. the vibes are off there for SURE

9. worst part of canon

FARAMIR’S “yeah I’m gonna take you from your home and tame you. haha wdym. you don’t need a blade during times of peace.” SHTICK WITH ÉOWYN IN THE BOOKS. UNPACK YOUR BIASES YOU LITTLE FREAK!!!!!!!!

10. worst part of fanon

HM. I will stick with “people who horrifically misinterpret Boromir’s character”

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

at the moment I only have rings of power blocked but I’ve had that blocked since it came out bc if I look at the armor in that show I will commit crimes.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

MOVIE!FARAMIR MY SPECIALEST LITTLE GUY OOOOOOOOOO MOVIE!FARAMIR I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU he’s so handsome and special and I love him and you WILL all look at him and clap and cheer. it makes me insane that his temptation by the ring mirror’s Boromir’s and he’s actually fucking normal abt the Rohirrim AND I just love him very much :)

13. worst blorboficiation

ummm idk… maybe Frodo

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

HMMM exposing myself but I basically only read Aragorn/Boromir fics lmao + since we’re Choosing Violence the most annoying thing is Boromir just being A Brute. like damn I love the surface level reading of the text maybe try engaging with it above a 1st grade analysis next time 💗

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

hmmmmm idk cuz again I don’t interact w a lot of fanartists so there’s nothing like. annoying. all th ✨motifs✨ I do see r very fun + I like them :)

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ummm for Serious, portraying Pippin as Stupid. for Silly, uhhhh Trans Faramir is so real to me I completely forgot cis people both 1) exist in the real world and 2) probably interpret Fara as cis too. i don’t get it :(

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

trans Faramir 🩵💗🤍

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

HM idk. trans Faramir again. also bc I love it, utilizing Old Norse culture for the Rohirrim teehee

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

OK IM MAD THAT FINNISH BOROMIR IS JUST ME. THATS ME. THATS AN OUTFIT I WEAR REGULARLY MINUS THE LONG HAIR. I DRESS LIKE THAT TO BUY GROCERIES. i love him for that tho. I’m also mad that MtG Boromir’s stupid pointy muttonchops have grown on me. freak behavior, keeping his facial hair trimmed in those stupid little points

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

I’m fighting for my life reading the histories rn 😑 I find them very dry for the most part

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

idk? I think there is an appropriate level of hype. but idk if Rings of Power had a lot of hype. if it did, then Rings of Power is my answer

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

idk if it’s IGNORED necessarily but the fact that Boromir carries a Rohirric shield in the films does actually genuinely make me insane 💞 I love that sm

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

UNWILLINGLY?????? idk?? ummmm I think it’s all fine for the most part I’m just A Fag so I don’t write het ships. it’s like a moral thing. Éowyn/Faramir gets a pass conceptually bc they’re T4T to me tho

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

idkkkkkkk I don’t engage w discourse bc I want this fandom to remain pleasanttttt

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

again idk.. I block on sight if I see a Bad Take + then I erase it from my memory so I can continue to live in a beautiful blissful world where I. forgor abt cis people ☺️

#my phone autocorrected joke to hole……. ummmmmmm………..#NFNSJFJJSB TYYYYYYYYY FOR THIS FRRRR

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daebakinc · 11 months ago

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Thoughts About Terminology in Smut from a Tumblr Elder

Friends, I've been on tumblr since 2012 and writing smut since 2006. I understand a lot of you are younger and newer to writing smut. This said, I keep coming across fics with graphic and derogatory terms which make me immediately stop reading your writing.

So I figured, I'd share my thoughts and opinions on the matter to either help you with writing smut or improve to keep your audience interested.

Now, as I said, these are my opinions. These are not rules or guidelines you need to follow. You don't have to agree with them, but I genuinely dislike most smut out there because of the wording, so here we go.

The Problem

Being younger/newer writers, I understand that you're going to get your terminology from the media and porn, giving you words like tits, dick, cock, and pussy. These words are NOT sexy.

I read the phrase today "bouncing on his dick." Who is this meant to turn on? "Ah yes baby, bounce on my dick, lemme see your tits jiggle." This creates the opposite of arousal and sounds like the teens in horror movies, boning with the killer watching them before they die.

Bounce and jiggle are also not sexy. Again, I know we hear these words in media, especially music, but I think that's a big part of why they're not sexy. When I hear "jiggle" I think of jello. If you're turned on by jiggling jello, we have other issues to discuss.

The main reason tits, dick, cock, and pussy are not sexy, is because they're primarily used in a derogatory sense. If you're calling someone a "dick" you mean it in a bad way, like they're a terrible human being that generally no one likes. My personal favorite insults are "eat a dick" and "what a bag of dicks." These are insults, meant to be hurtful, so trying to turn and use them in a sexy way, it just comes off as vulgar and not sensual in the way you would want it.

Possible Solutions

Chest I know Big Matthew of Kard blew up the internet when he referred to Wonho of Monsta X's chest by saying "that man has some big ol' tiddies" but he wasn't saying it to be sexy. It was said casually, and since has been used to be funny. Tits have never been a sexy word. It's been used in phrases like "colder than a witch's tit" or like some old mobster "hey tuts, show me your tits." Again, derogatory, not sexy. For guys, I like using chest/pecs/pectorals. Those with boobs, I keep it simple with breasts.

Penis There's nothing wrong with just using the word "penis." It's what it is actually called. It can be used for men/trans/nonbinary people who have one. I'd rather be "riding a penis" than "bouncing on a dick." Some people don't like "penis" because it's too medical a term, so that's when you can get creative. You don't actually have to say what it is. You can call it their length, girth, shaft, hard-on, hard evidence of their arousal, etc. There is always something sexy about keeping mystery in the language and by not outright saying what it is. This doesn't mean you have to go full on grocery store romance novel and use terms like "his enflamed tulip" or "his elephant's trunk" but even then, though it would make me stop and chuckle, I'd prefer "enflamed tulip" to "throbbing cock" any day. I would also steer clear of the phrase "nether regions" for both penis/vagina.

Vulva/Vagina Pussy has never been sexy to me. And with rappers/musical artists singing things like "ima beat that pussy up ugly" or "wet ass pussy" it's just an immediate turn off for me. If you're talking about the front/top area where the pubic bone is, mound or puss(different from pussy, more like a cute nickname for a cat, here puss puss) are my go tos. "Fupa" ew. I didn't even know what a fupa was and had to have it explained to me not too long ago. In general, please just stay away from slang terms. Slang in smut is not your friend. There's not too much that can be said for clitoris/clit. I think these terms are fine. If this is a focused area for a bit of the writing, it's nice to switch between terms. I also like using "bud" just to change up the language. Note; "bud" can also be used for nipples, so you're not using the word too much. Vulva is also a perfectly good word. I don't see a problem using the phrase "folds" though I know some people do. "Lips" is also okay, just make sure to specify they're lips between legs, not on a face. You would be correct in thinking there is nothing sexy about the word vagina. I think a big part of this is that it's been used incorrectly so often. DO NOT USE THE WORD CUNT. CUNT IS SUPA NOT SEXY AND EASILY THE MOST DEROGATOY OF THE TERMS DISCUSSED THUS FAR. When i hear/see the word "cunt" I think of The Exorcist, and the girl fucking herself with a crucifix. Are you turned on? Good, you shouldn't be. Like penis, it's good to keep a bit of mystery in the language. Instead of "vagina" you could say warmth, heat, core, entrance. "Slit" is not my favorite, but if you're looking for a change of language, I don't mind it. Please please please please please NEVER use the word "hole." Any and all arousal drops with the word "hole."

Butt There's not really much that can be used for butt/ass. These terms are fine. There's no way to be mysterious or sexy with the language by saying something like "grabbing their round moon" LOLOLOL HOWEVER, don't use anus. This is a time I will strongly advice against the use of medical/scientific terms. Just, no. If you're trying to describe anal play, just say it's anal play/anal. Again, I would strongly advise against using the word "hole" but instead just use the action of the peen or fingers "entering" or "pushing in."

Movements If I see the words jiggle or bounce in your fic, I'm done. I don't care what else is to be said. Sincerely, no one wants to see the word jiggle. Not anyone. I understand that being thrust into can cause body parts to move, but you don't need to mention it. Not that smut is necessarily classy, but saying "jiggle" does take class out of it. If a character has "jiggling" parts, I'm assuming they're in a jackhammer-esque situation, which already is not sexy. You're writing smut to turn someone on. Jackhammer is quick and doesn't last long. You want it to last long. The movements should be slow and intentional. Sensual is your goal, not speed. Alternatives to "bounce": gyrate, grind, push, thrust, pump, move up and down.

I probably have more to say than this, but as a basis, these are my thoughts. If anyone has more to add-on, please feel free to do so.

Once again, you don't have to agree with me or follow this, but if you did, I would be more interested in your smut.

Happy writing!

~Admin V

#smut #kpop smut #fanfiction smut

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piedoesnotequalpi · 1 year ago

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12, 17, 18, 29 for the ask game! - @pigeonwit

Hi Pidge :)

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

I've had to be very careful about WIPs due to working on How It Will Be! So in terms of WIPs that actually have things written, there's HIWB (of course) and a Sprace meet cute one-shot inspired by this swing dance video I've seen floating around tumblr. I have documents with some planning notes, but I haven't actually started writing those, and some of them are Bachelorette AU tie-ins that I can't really write until HIWB is done. I still need to write my exchange and mini bang fics, but those don't have documents yet (😬)

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Race! I've given him a lot of roles--a depressed, somewhat emotionally constipated professor (in a fic I ultimately hid on AO3 (I can dig up the tutorial on how to do that for anyone who wants it)); Jack's scheming best friend/roommate (Take the elephant by the hand); an offputting not-quite-human (Still Through the Leaves); and of course the over-the-top Bachelorette host. It's been cool to figure out how his personality traits manifest in each AU, and I am very excited to make him go through some stuff in the next couple chapters of HIWB.

Honorable mention to Crutchie, because while he cares a lot about his friends he is also a menace, which is always entertaining. In the Much Ado-niverse, he has a very specific way of talking (gratuitous fancy words, mostly) that I really enjoy writing, but given his different background/career choices/interests in HIWB I didn't think it made sense to carry that over.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I don't know if it's trouble necessarily, but out of all the non-POV characters in HIWB, Albert has consistently had the most going on behind the scenes, as it were. But because he isn't a POV character, everything we know about him comes exclusively from dialogue and how the POV characters interpret his actions. Figuring out what he was thinking/feeling in the more emotionally charged scenes while also figuring out how much of that he'd want to reveal (and what characters figure out) was definitely an interesting process. I rewrote the scene in the Reykjavik chapter where he and Charlie first kissed at least 3-4 times because I was so worried about getting it right.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

There are a lot of one-liners that I really like, and there's a scene early-ish in HIWB where Jack is being a bi disaster about Davey and Katherine that I think is fun, but my favorite has to be the opening of chapter 8 in the now-hidden fic I've referenced. Race is a trans guy in that AU, and he spends some time before he realizes that he's trans questioning his sexuality, and this scene is the aftermath of some of that pre-transition questioning going slightly sideways. Anyway, the scene is under the cut (Race is referred to with she/her due to the scene taking place pre-realization):

After Race broke up with her girlfriend, she went back to the half of a duplex that she shared with a couple perpetually absent medical students and shut herself in her room.

Dating Amelia had been–Not an experiment, Race reminded herself. You really thought you liked her. Amelia was also a PhD student, luckily in the robotics engineering department and therefore far enough removed from Race’s statistics program for them to have space post-breakup. They were friends, and Race had enjoyed spending time with her–except for the small problem that she’d eventually realized she wasn’t actually attracted to her.

Jack and David coming out senior year had turned out to be a catalyst for the rest of their friend group. Sarah had announced she was a lesbian part way through college, and Albert and Finch had both come out as gay and ended up in an on-and-off friends with benefits situation that Race tried to avoid knowing the details of. Charlie had said a couple years ago that he was still figuring things out, but between his friends, job, and disability rights activism, he thought he was probably too busy to date anyway. Even Spot and Katherine, who’d spent most of their lives struggling to fit the pictures their parents had of them, had come out to the general public via Facebook post on the same day in the fall. Which left Race, theoretically the token straight of the group, who was read as a lesbian even more now that she’d cut her hair short, donated the last dress and underwire bra in her closet, and wore as much L.L. Bean clothing as she could get her hands on.

She had thought that maybe she’d missed something along the way, that she really was secretly bisexual and had been in denial the whole time. She was sure she was interested in men–she’d had a few boyfriends in undergrad, and then there was the yearslong, semi-latent crush on–

No.

Race swallowed, staring vacantly at the collage of pictures she’d hung on her wall. There was her with Jack and Medda at her college graduation, her and Albert and David at a surprisingly quiet beach on the Cape, a picture of her undergrad dance troupe performing, and right in the middle, a picture of her sitting on a couch–she didn’t even remember where it was taken at this point–next to–

There was a chance that she just hadn’t found the right person in Amelia. But Race didn’t want to date another girl, knowing that she probably would just end up discovering she wasn’t attracted to them in the first place.

She and this theoretical girl deserved better.

#pidge!#asks #ask game #thanks for sending this! in typical me style the answers got long #whoops #anyway #bachelorette au

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romanarose · 7 months ago

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About a Girl: Chapter 6

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: For week 4 of my pride event: Food, fun, fashion. Joel, Sarah, Blue, and

A/N: Not to sound like a 2012 wattpad writer but I cried writing this.

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

Joel woke up to the smell of pancakes. When he looked at his watch, he was shocked to find it was 11:45 pm. He couldn't believe it, he hadn’t slept later than 7 since… well since Sarah’s birth, probably.

Memories of last night flooded to him. Blue. Kayla. Sarah screaming for him. Telling him Kayla threw her art away. Finding out Kayla let strange men around her… Joel rubbed his eyes, sighting deeply before staggering out of the small bed. How had him and Tommy and Sarah managed to sleep in here all night?

Joel’s heart swelled with love for his brother. He was a good man, despite his troubles, despite his addictions. He was a good uncle. Checking his phone, he saw 3 missed calls from Blue, and a few texts along the lines of “where are you?”. Shit. You were missed, he knew it. Joel’s heart began to beat rapidly, warmth flooding all over his body as he dreaded your reaction. Would you scream at him the way Kayla did? Or were you more the type to ignore him until he came begging. Would you accuse him of cheating on him with Kayla? He would never cheat on anyone, let alone you, and let alone with Kayla. How could he convince you on that? It probably looked suspicious… shit, and right after you and him made love for the first time?

He decided to get it over with, hitting the call back button with shaking hands.

“Hey! Joel, are you-” He’s too panicked, crouched over in Sarah’s small bed with his feet planted to the floor, jittering, for Joel to hear the concern in your voice.

“Blue, I’m so sorry I didn’t call back, I’m really, really sorry, it was a disaster at Kayla’s, Sarah was screaming, and, and we got home and she was just so upset, me and Tommy slept inthe bed with her-”

“Joel?”

It was with the call of your voice Joel realized it was getting hard to breathe, his head feeling light.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to breathe with me.”

Like a couple of times before, you guide him through breathing, you notice his change and without judging you simply walk him through it. It was easy, when you worked him through it.

When it was all said and done, you continued on, not patronizing him or needing to talk about it. You just go back to the question. “Is Sarah okay?”

Joel took another breath. “Yeah, yeah” He sighed out. “She’s okay. Had a dream me and Tommy died on the farm, Kayla… well she locked her in her room. It was bad.”

Joel heard you sigh on the other end. “Shit, that’s awful Joel. I’m really sorry. How is she this morning?” He could tell you cared.

“Oh, I uh… I don’t know. I just woke up. Tommy’s downstairs with her…”

Your laugh on the other end makes him smile a little. “You slept in a princess bed all night, handsome?”

He laughed back. “Built it, might as well use it, I guess.”

“Well, thanks for calling me back, I was a little worried. You okay?”

He swore he could still feel the sting of the slap on his face. “Yeah, I’m okay.” as long as she was, so was he.

“Okay. Go see you’re daughter, cowboy.”

He paused. “You don’t… got any questions?”

“Like what?”

“Like… you’re not worried I slept with Kayla? Since I didn't respond?”

“Did you?”

“No, not a chance.” He’d been down one time, never going back again.

“Then that's that. Never even crossed my mind, Joel. If I thought you were a cheater, I wouldn’t be with you.”

How different you were.

“Listen, Sarah’s had a tough night, I wanna spend time with just her and Tommy this weekend, but… wanna meet her in a couple days?”

“Yes!” You sounded so excited. “I would love that so much!”

“I thought maybe we take her to the park together, get some Olive Garden after, talk to her about us.”

When Joel finalized plans, he walked downstairs to find Sarah on the counter laughed and giggling while Tommy sprayed whipped cream on her nose, Sarah struggling to lick it with her tongue before Tommy kissed her. Whipped cream went everywhere, and Sarah laughed so hard she was practically screaming. When she saw him, Sarah stood on the counter and Joel opened his arms for Sarah to jump right in. “I love you so much, baby girl.” He turned to Tommy and mouthed a thank you.

Wednesday came soon enough, Joel rushing to pick Sarah up and struggling to drive the speed limit with her in the car. Once in, Tommy thankfully took Sarah to get her a snack and entertain her so Joel could get ready. He showered, scrubbing down every inch. He didn’t need to scrub his ass, pits, and feet that much, it’s not like you were getting up in there today. You wouldn’t be sleeping over. But he needed this to go perfect.

Little did he know, you were on the other side of town stressing yourself out. You’d met Sarah briefly so she’s already a little familiar with you but you were still nervous. This needed to go perfect.

Joel was your dream man. He was responsible, sober, kind. He was a god dad and that was fucking hot. You loved him, loved his cute, slightly pudgy face, loved his soft heart and gentle, calloused hands. You loved that he cared so deeply for Sarah, Tommy, Tess, the way he respected everyone around him from the McDonald’s drive through worker to your best friend, sitting across from you.

“Babe, you look gorgeous.”

“I know I’m gorgeous!!” You stomp your feet a little in a faux fit. “I need to scream ‘step mom’ material”

Talia rolled her eyes. “The way it sounds, Sarah needs a mom mom still.”

“Girl.” You deadpan. “I hear you, but you heard the lecture Joel gave Tommy, he still respects her as the mother of his child. And Sarah loves her mom. I’m not tryna make waves with that crazy bitch either. I would like for all of us to work together for her.”

“You know what Tess told me?”

You try putting your hair up in the mirror, trying to pull a more teacher aesthetic. “What?”

“She said once, when Joel and her were broken up, Kayla thought Joel and Tess were sleeping together and she went to her house in the middle of the night screaming she was going to kill her.”

You laugh, and immediately feeling bad. “Sorry, sorry, that’s not funny” but you were still laughing. “It’s just…” Another giggle “Tess is NOT the one to be playing with.” You grab a scarf for your hair, Talia saying she needed to see it normal and cool.

“No! Not at all!” Talia was laughing with you. “She answered the door with a fucking gun to her face, Tess said she looked like she was about to piss herself!”

“Tess ever show you any pictures? I ain’t got no idea what she looks like.” You continue looking in the mirror.

Talia shakes her head. “No, but she ain’t got hair like mine. Didn’t know shit about Sarah’s hair. Joel knows more than her.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, dreamily at the thought of your loving boyfriend washing his sweet girl’s hair. “He’s great, ain’t he?”

Standing up, Talia wraps your arm around you. Your oldest friend, your rock, your sister. “He’s a good one. But babe? Ditch the leather.”

You look down, then at her in the mirror. “Skirt?”

“Blue jeans.” She taps your thigh. “For fucks sake, Blue, wear some fucking blue jeans for once in your life.”

“Talia I’m gonna throw up”

You stood outside Joel home, you could even hear him telling Tommy, ‘For the love of god, please switch the clothes to the dryer’. Still your nerves were off the hook.

“You’ve literally met her before.”

“But not like this!”

“Blue, babe, I spent an afternoon with them. She’s a sweet girl, easy to please. She’s gonna love you, just like all your school kids do.”

She was right. You were a loved teacher. “Okay. Okay. It’s gonna be fine. It’s gonna be fucking fine.”

“Hell yeah. Go get ‘em.”

You knock, then hear clamoring. ‘Tommy don’t you-’

But Tommy Miller opened the door, cheeky grin on her face as he leaned on the doorframe. “Heya Blue, glad to see you and Joel made it offi- Hey!” Tommy was yanked away as you laugh, Joel appearing and whispering in a harsh tone that Sarah doesn’t know yet, that’s the whole point of today.

He turns to you, soft smile on his face. “Sorry about him, come on in.” You wanted to kiss him, but it wasn’t time yet.

“Sarah?” Joel calls. “Come downstairs baby girl!”

You can hear the pitter patter of little feet in shoes down the stairs, Sarah flying into the hall with a bright smile and cute, casual clothes. “Hi!”

She was even cuter than you remembered, and the, albeit adorable, photo of her in Joel’s wallet and the three on his pickup dash and one inside his ballcap did not do her justice. How could her mom not want to be around her?

“Hi Sarah, remember me?”

“Yeah! Your name’s Blue, like the color in your hair.”

You chuckle a little, fighting the desire to take Joel’s hand for your own anxiety. “Well, close. That’s not my real name, but that’s what everyone calls me, so you can too!”

“Are you dating my daddy?”

Joel looked like he was about to panic. He planned a whole outing, a nice dinner (as nice as he could afford) and wanted to have a heart to heart. Sarah needed to approve. If Sarah wasn’t ready for this, you knew Joel would end it and you wouldn’t blame him. Poor baby has been through so much instability, she doesn’t need more. “Your dad and I are friends. We want to explain more, but thought we’d take you out for some fun first, how does that sound?”

Sarah lit up, ignoring her previous question. “Oh yes!” She turned to Joel. “Daddy please can we go?”

Smiling fondly, Joel patted her head, careful not to mess up the braids Talia taught him. “Darl’n, I already told you we were going out! Come on, vamnos.”

The day went swimmingly, Joel delighted in watching you run around on the playground with her while the weather was still nice. Goddamn, your ass looks good in jeans. Well, it looked good in leather… and in a dress… but GODDAMN the blue jeans… blue jeans! Fuck, you were everything he wanted, and it seemed Sarah loved you. Sarah, Tommy, Tess… the opinions that mattered most, all liked you, loved you even. As for Joel, in these short few months, he couldn’t imagine not having you going forward. The timing worked out suspiciously well. For the first month of real, honest togetherness, Sarah was with her mom more, allowing time together. Now that it blew as it always does, you and here were meeting and it was going great. Tommy had even come by the park to hang out for a little, the four of you spending family time- family? Was he considering you family already? He was in deep.

You’d taken her shopping as promised, insisting on buying her a dress as a treat. Sarah then made an off comment about her Kindergarten friend, Ellie, and wishing her and Ellie could match some day. She said Ellie ‘wasn’t living with her mommy and daddy’. Joel had sussed out a while ago that she was a foster kid.It wasn’t meant to be asking for anything, but you made her absolute day by buying another one for her to bring to Ellie. She hadn’t stopped talking about them matching for an hour, and Joel was a little worried Ellie might reject it. He’d only ever seen Ellie t-shirts and jeans, usually dirty. He didn’t think she’d like a rainbow dress.

Sarah then insisted you buy a dress, and you even let her pick out one for you. While trying it on, Joel couldn’t help stifle a laugh as you walked out in a hot pink poofy dress, looking like a fish out of water. It wasn’t that you looked bad; you were beautiful, of course but… clearly, this was not your style. Still, you smile and humor Sarah when she says you look “like a princess!!!”

As Joel watches Sarah “push” you down the slide and you turning around to surprise her by snatching her up on the way down and Tommy yelling to scare you both at the bottom, he feels his eyes tear up, just a tiny bit. This is what his future could look like.

At dinner, Tommy ended up coming along. If things went badly, Sarah could get some space with her favorite uncle. Dessert ordered, Joel grabbed your hand. It was time.

“Sarah, there’s something we’d like to talk to you about.” Joel glanced at Tommy sitting next to her. Tommy gave a soft, reassuring smile. He breathed, like how you taught him when feeling anxious, and continued as Sarah stuffed a breadstick in her mouth. “You asked if Blue and I are dating and… we are. I don’t want to keep secrets from you, and I want you to know you will always be my number one, okay?”

Sarah looked between the two of you. “So… you’re not marrying mommy?”

Joel held his breath for a moment at the mention of Kayla. “No, baby girl. Your mommy will always be special to me, but we aren’t getting married. We will always be a family, but not in that way.”

She nods, thoughtfully. “Okay… I guess mommy was wrong. I won’t tell her.”

With that, Joel locks eyes with Tommy for a moment, then Sarah again. “No, no baby. You can tell your mommy, you don’t have to keep secrets from us, okay?” He squeezed your hand. “Did mommy say she was gonna marry me?”

Quickly, Sarah’s face turned sour, shifting uncomfortable and not looking at Joel anymore. “Daddy I wanna go home.”

Joel turned to you. He was confused how things turned so bad with her so fast. “Okay baby, we can go…”

“Joel?” You grab his attention. “May I?”

He hesitated, always trying to be the one to fix Sarah… but you worked with kids, maybe you could help. He nods.

“Sarah hunny, wanna step outside with me?”

By the time she got outside, little tears with in her eyes, and redness sprinkled on her face.

“Sarah.” You crouch down to her level. “Can we tell me what’s wrong? I promise I’ll try to help you. I want to help you.”

Her lip quivered, and before long Sarah was bawling in your arms. “Mommy has a boyfriend but she says she’s marrying daddy but daddy is dating you but mommy said not to tell anyone about any of it but I told daddy and now mommy is gonna be so mad! She’s always mad at me, she’s mad when she brushes my hair and when I don’t like dinner and when I can’t read the words and now she’ll be mad again!”

Your teacher's senses were tingling. You were better than to ask too many prying questions, but didn’t want to just leave it. “What does she do when she’s mad?” You stroke her back.

“Yells sometimes. Sometimes she doesn’t talk to me.” She starts calming down, getting the tears out still.

You were relieved. “I’m so sorry that happens to you, beautiful. You absolutely do not deserve it. You are a smart, thoughtful, kindheart and beautiful girl and there is nothing you can do to deserve being ignored or yelled at, okay? But your daddy and your uncle Tommy love you so, so much, and you can trust your daddy with anything. You don’t have to keep secrets, but he will keep yours. He won’t tell your mommy what you said, and you don’t have to keep me a secret.”

A few minutes and a tissue to her sweet face later, Sarah was happily eating chocolate mousse cake and telling Tommy not to eat it.

Joel scrubbed his face, stressed at what you filled him in on. After watching Matilda, you hung out with Tommy while Joel put a sleeping Sarah to bed. Once she was safe and secure, Joel spending a little time just sitting by her head, he left her be. She was wearing a headscarf protecting her hair, something she did not take off tonight for the first time. You made it look cool to her.

After interrupting you and Tommy’s loud laughing, you three watched some evening TV before you called it a night, citing drop-off duty. When he walked you to your motorcycle, fretting over the darkness you’d be riding home in. Once alone, you filed him in on what Sarah said.

“She’s under so much stress, and she’s only 5.” He said with a little whine, frustrated and obviously feeling like he’s failing.

You take your boyfriend into your arms. “Joel… baby you’ve done everything to protect her, to make her feel beautiful loved and be happy. She is obsessed with you and Tommy… and her mom, but for the wrong reasons. She wants the approval you and Tommy give her from her mom but… you can’t make Kayla change.”

“I don’t wanna keep her away from her mom, it ain’t right. A girl needs a mom- or um… Sarah needs her mom, not that all girls need a mom or a dad or-”

You cut him off, chuckling. “I know what you mean Joel.”

He clears his throat, still hugging you, seeming to hide his face in your neck. “I’m sorry, I know I say stuff like that and it may not come off like an alley, but I promise I love all y’all. You, Tess, Bill and Frank even if Bill is a grump. Talia too, I care about her a lot.”

“I know, baby. I know. It’s not you, it’s just the words and phrases our language is built around. But I agree, Sarah is a girls girl.” You pull back, cupping his face. “I’m not trying to take Kayla’s place, but I want you to know, if our relationship keeps progressing, I wanna be that girl for Sarah. I wanna be there for her, for her school dances and getting make up and all the fun activities she’ll go to, buy her cute barbies and,” You giggle. “Let her take it out on me when she has bad hair days or break out. Although you and I are both gonna have fly by the seat of our pants in the puberty department.”

He chuckles too, but the moon glistens in his eyes. “You really wanna be with me that long?”

“Joel, right now, I never wanna be away from you.”

Joel tucks your head in, gently kissing your forehead. “Me neither. Thank you for… being willing to do this at Sarah’s pace. At my pace.”

“Of course. I’m not in any hurry, I want you both to be okay.”

Joel loved that you cared about Sarah so much, cared about her well-being. For a while, he just held you, feeling you close, the warmth of your body. He couldn’t help think of last weekend, knowing you intimately. He thought you’d feel different than other women he’d been with, and it did. But not because you were trans, but because it was you. You were special. The physical feeling of sex was indistinguishable but the emotional connection he had with you was unlike any other. He loved Kayla, he really did. But it was never like this. He loved Tess in a different sort of way, a bond that was stronger than what he had with Kayla, something deeper but even then, sex with her wasn’t like this.

No one was like you.

“Do you want more kids?” Your voice broke him out of it, and he looked into your eyes. The moon shone off the blue in your hair, pulling his gaze for just a second. “Like, another one?”

He blinked, “Oh. Can you…?” He didn’t think you could have kids… did the surgery include adding other things?

It was clear you were trying not to laugh. “No, no unfortunately, the science isn’t there…” There is a little look of sadness, of longing, even as your eyes glittered with laughter. “That’s why I’m asking, I guess… Because I can’t…”

Joel considers this. He hadn’t really thought about it, being so busy with taking care of Sarah and not having romantic prospects… but the idea of another… he loves it. He loves Sarah and it's hard to imagine loving another kid that much… but Sarah would be a good sister and he would love another child… him and Kayla used to talk about a big family.

“I would, but… it’s not contingent. It’s not everything. Getting along with Sarah is. Tommy and Tess liking you is very important. But having kids… isn’t.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, relaxing a bit as you go in for a gentle kiss. “We could always adopt.”

He felt a smile growing. “Yeah, yeah we could.”

You squeeze his buttcheek, then mount your bike and put on your helmet. “Let’s get through Thursday first, cowboy.”

Joel smiled as you started the bike up. “I love you, Blue. Thanks for today.”

“Anything for you.”

Joel-y Poel-y Ole-y you sweet sweet man1!!!!!

PROTECT SARAH AT ALL COSTS!

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gaylorvader · 2 years ago

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Mob wandanat x ftm reader

Summery:feeling really dysphoric y/n goes to seek comfort in his girlfriends only they don’t he’s trans

Word Count:1,498

Warnings: typical mob boss fic violence(not to R)

“You had one job! Make sure a small shipment of weapons get to the Asgardians. But what do you do?” Natasha had enough of this guy, he almost never did his job well no matter how easy. She was surprised he wasn’t a fed or a cop.

Wanda put her hands on the table. “You fell asleep.” Wanda’s tone was light and mocking but still threatening. She too, had had enough of his shit.

Wanda was seen as the more emotional of the two but in reality Natasha was just more restrained and better at hiding it.

Wanda leaned in closer, tilting her head slightly. “We have given you more than enough chances. So unless you were up at the hospital for a loved one all night-" Natasha cut in for a second. “Which we know you weren’t.” “Than there’s no excuse.”

“Wait! Please I can explain!” No one was listening to his attempt to save himself. Wanda leaning back with her arms crossed rolling her eyes.

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The day had sucked so much for you. Dysphoria was really being a bitch today. You’d been home alone all day just trying to cope. Putting on the baggiest clothes you, Nat, and Wanda had, and trying to do things that make you feel masculine.

Key word “trying” but for the most part you were to depressed to actually get out of bed to do them.

You called Peter, a young guy Nat had taken under her wing, he mainly did office and tech type stuff for them. He was trans too so you were able to rant to him about it, but he had work to do so you were only able to talk for a little bit.

Wanda and Nat said they were in their office in the basement about 20 minutes ago. You knew that that meant they were either having a meeting with people they deeply trusted like the Asgardians, or someone was probably about to die.

You knew you should probably not go down there but you needed them. But they also didn’t know you’re a guy, you’d realized it after you’d already started dating. Them helping Peter pay for stuff like top surgery and testosterone helped you feel better but you were still worried.

You wanted to tell them, especially after you learned Peter’s trans too, but he’s the only person you’ve told. Your overly anxious brain knew they probably wouldn’t mind, especially with Wanda being pan and Nat bi, but the 0.001% chance they wouldn’t be scared the shit out of you. They’re your girlfriends after all, you love them to death so the idea of not having them was terrifying.

After quite literally an hour of debating it you decided to go down.

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Walking up you heard them talking quietly then some guy yelling begging for this life pretty much. Yep, normal week with your mob boss girlfriends.

The door was cracked open so you peeked in and saw your girlfriends and a few of their people and the begging guy.

Natasha was in the middle of grabbing her pistol when she saw you. You usually never came down here when you knew they had others with them, but she immediately noticed how sad you looked.

Seeing her wife pause Wanda looked where she was and had a similar train of thought.

Natasha looked over at Bucky while Wanda was already going over to you. “Deal with this.” He nodded and she was out of the room with her wife.

Wanda gently held your face in her hands “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry.” “Did someone do something?” Natasha asked making sure she didn’t need to go back in and tell Bucky about a change in plans.

You just shook your head no and leaned into Wanda’s touch.

They both looked over at each other. In any other circumstance they’d find you maddeningly adorable, in their baggy clothes with a small blanket draped over your head and shoulders, but with the look on your face all they were was worried.

Natasha put a comforting hand on your back. “How about we go back upstairs? It’s not exactly comfortable down here.” You nodded.

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Sitting on the couch in-between them was nice. It always helped you feel better.

“What’s wrong detka?” Wanda asked rubbing your back as you curled into yourself.

They knew this wasn’t a normal depressive episode. You usually just texted them or asked Pietro, Peter, or Yelena and Fanny to come over.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to think of what to say but you didn’t know and didn’t really want to hear your own voice. You eventually just crumbled and finally let out the tears you’ve been holding back all day.

“Oh dorogoy.” Natasha said pulling you closer letting you cry into her shoulder. Wanda started singing old Sokovian lullabies she remembered her parents singing to her knowing they helped you relax, and Natasha just whispered things like “It’s ok.” and “We’re here.” to you.

It took a while until you felt like you could talk without your voice shaking, but you still didn’t know what to say. Luckily they talked first.

“Feeling better?” “A little.” Nat just nodded. “You feeling up to telling us what happened?” Wanda asked. “You sure we don’t have to kill anyone?” Nat joked, partly. You chuckled at her making them both relax. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You paused. “It’s just, been a really bad day.” “Why?” “Um.” They both could see you tense up again.

Nat gently lifted your head from her shoulder so she could look at you. “You can tell us anything.” Wanda cut in. “Especially if it’s something that upsets you.” You looked between them both then your lap. Wanda gave you her hand knowing you liked playing with her rings, especially when you’re anxious.

“Um, it’s just" you took a deep breath remembering all the things Peter had said when you’d talk about wanting to come out to them. “D-dysphoria has just been really, really bad today.” They looked at each other quickly but you didn’t see it to busy with Wanda’s rings.

“What do you mean detka?” Hey both had a couple guesses but weren’t sure about any of them. “Uh, gender dysphoria." “In which way detka?” “The trans guy way.”

After a few seconds of silence Natasha moved to kneel in front of you. “Hey.” She said in the softest tone you’d ever heard from her, causing you to look at her. “Firstly, that’s perfectly fine with us.” Wanda nodded now holding your hand. “Secondly, what’s your name?” You just looked a her surprised for a moment, you didn’t know if it was because you didn’t expect it or because of how nice it felt. “Y/N.” “It fits you.”

You sniffled and chuckled. “Damn it you’re gonna make me cry again.” They both chuckled as well. “As long as they’re happy tears this time.” Wanda said before kissing your forehead. “When did you figure this out?” Nat asked moving to sit next to you again. “Like, 4 or 5 months ago.” “Did you talk to anyone about it?” You nodded. “Peter.” They had a look of ‘of course’ on their faces. “Remind me to pay that kid more.” Nat told you, causing both you and Wanda to laugh.

“We love you malysh.” Nat said kissing you. “What’s that mean?” You asked, and they both just smiled more. Wanda kissed you. “We love you baby boy.”

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After a long talk about what you were and weren’t fine with, such as pet names, they immediately switched to what you liked and didn’t slip up once. And as soon as it was ok with you they told their people about it and would give anyone who messed up a death glare, even though most of the time it was a slip up. Natasha’s family visited shortly after they’d told everyone of the change and even Alexei got glared at and presumably scolded by Natasha in Russian. You felt a little bad for the Russian himbo.

They also did everything that you needed to feel comfortable in your body, whether it was hormones, surgery, or helping you change your name, they happily did it. When they were helping you find a binder at the beginning and found out from you and Peter that you have to buy binders online you both blinked and they started plans to make a binder store. They of course let you both name it.

New York’s a progressive place but god forbid someone is purposefully transphobic to you or Peter, with how many eyes they have around they will hear about it and that person will seemingly blip out of existence that week. They hid that from you both though.

People quickly learned that they may be ruthless bosses of a criminal empire but transphobia, especially to you, would put you at the end of said ruthlessness.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years ago

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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

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You write for Jesse Pinkman 👀 would you be down to do some NSFW of Jesse with a transmasc/trans man reader (post-testosterone)

"all around me"

NSFW! 18+ only! minors dni

top jesse, transmasc reader, no d/s undertones, soft tender table sex

summary: "so you're, uh...you're that kind of dude?" jesse felt a lump form in his throat again as he not only tried to search for the words to say, but took in the smooth expanse of the back of your neck with his eyes, reaching out and placing a feather light touch with his fingers on your back just where the clips were settled, "right on. good for you, man."

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37720675

notes: i usually like to leave my fics gender neutral but as a transmasc i feel very strongly about bi jesse

part 2 part 3

from the moment jesse pinkman laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you.

at first, it was going to be a one-off thing. during one of his house parties, he spotted you sitting in his place on the couch on his way back from a trip to the fridge. normally, he would be kicking whoever took his spot off the couch, but when he saw you talking to the person next to you and the way your beautiful lips formed words so effortlessly, he couldn't make himself.

he never found out who invited you. maybe you heard all the music erupting from his front door and decided to sneak in just to see what all the hype was about. that night, though, he had planned to get into your pants, one way or another.

initially, he misgendered you. he approached you coolly, laying it on thick to try and get you to cave quicker, hitting you with something along the lines of 'what's a pretty girl like you doing at a junkie party?', to which you snorted unattractively (attractively) and told him you were a dude. it embarrassed him to no end, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as he tried to figure out what to say.

for some reason, you being a guy didn't bother him. it was pretty rare for him to get a crush on a dude; not unheard of, but rare. frankly, he didn't care. he'd done it with other men in the past, it was by no means unenjoyable those few times he had done it. the anticipation of who would be on top re-lit the fire in his belly that you had previously snuffed out with your comeback.

"oh, sorry. right on." jesse responded, picking up his confidence and dusting it off by planting his butt on the arm of the couch next to you, getting (un)comfortably close to you and taking in your facial features more intensely. everything about you was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; he couldn't stop now. he needed bragging rights.

"you, uh...you wanna come up to my room? we could play some video games."

was that seriously all he could think of? yes. jesse knows how to pick up chicks...he doesn't know how to pick up guys. maybe it was the same tactics, but he doubted it severely, so he blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. he learned it was a rookie mistake when you laughed at him, endearing and robust as you did so for a couple seconds. what you said next, though, surprised him, and revived his confidence for the last time that night.

"why the hell not? i have nothing better to be doing here."

so, thinking he scored immensely, jesse led you up to his room, and sat you down on the bed, and...

he pussied out. he handed you a playstation controller and sat down next to you, and you played video games. that's all you did.

he beat himself to a pulp for it.

he had you cornered, like a lion stalking an injured gazelle. so close he could taste it. if he was so close, so undeniably close to pouncing on you, then why did he feel red hot warmth burning the tips of his ears when he saw you sitting on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to do something...anything?

the whole night, he stared at you out of the corner of his eye, in awe at the fact that you were so much better at Call of Duty for the ps3 than him. the stats would pop up and it would show just how many more headshots you got than him and you would make a little 'ha, got you'-type victory sound with a big smile on your face that he tried not to think about.

you ended up going home late that night, but you exchanged phone numbers. jesse found himself waiting by the phone like a teenage girl, even after hanging out tens or dozens of times after that.

the longer he spent around you, the more he fell for you.

late at night, after inviting some friends over to pack a bowl or two and watch some zombie movies together, jesse found himself swimming in the ocean of your laugh, just like many times before, as you watched some poor guy in shitty makeup get his head split in half. badger and pete were asleep on his couch already; it was normal for everyone else to drop like flies once one of you fell asleep. that's why, when jesse saw you yawn, he jumped at the opportunity to invite you to his room again.

"hey man, uh...looks like they're hogging the couch. you wanna come up to my room? i can sleep on the floor." he fumbled around his words, trying his hardest not to look at your angelic face in the glow of the TV light, "i know you got a bad back, don't want you to have to sleep on something hard, you know."

"sure, Jess."

when you made it to jesse's room, and he began pulling blankets and pillows out of the closet, you stopped him.

"dude, this thing's big enough. just sleep on the other side." you insisted, pulling the covers back and moving the other pillow to the far side. he stood there a moment, weighing his options, before swallowing the lump in his throat and placing the extra blankets and pillows back in the closet. why was this so hard for him? he's never felt this way with a man before.

before you laid down, though, you cleared your throat and called his name, sitting down on the edge of the bed you'd be sleeping on.

"can you...help me with this? i have trouble getting it off. i can't sleep in it." you tugged at the bottom of your shirt to begin raising it up over your head, and jesse could feel his heart beating out of his chest from the other side of the bed as he caught a glimpse of the trail of hair on your stomach. he uttered a 'yeah, totally' before he even realized what he was agreeing to.

when you fully removed your shirt and revealed a chest wrap, originally intended for men with gynecomastia but adopted by trans people once word got out that they could be used to flatten the chest, he felt a wave of something run over him. was it shock? maybe, but calling it 'shocked' serves a bad connotation. it wasn't something that upset him, just took him by surprise.

you turned your back towards him, and pointed with your thumb in the direction of the clips on the back of the binder. "i just need you to unclip those and help me pull it off..." you instructed through nearly-gritted teeth.

"so you're, uh...you're that kind of dude?" jesse felt a lump form in his throat again as he not only tried to search for the words to say, but took in the smooth expanse of the back of your neck with his eyes, reaching out and placing a feather light touch with his fingers on your back just where the clips were settled, "right on. good for you, man."

he could see the blush creeping up the back of your neck and shoulders when you processed what he said, and he loved that. he wanted to see it more often, wanted to hear your shocked gasps and feel the way your skin heated up under his touch in a context different from the current one.

"i would have told you, but...y'know. i thought you could tell." you sounded choked up almost, whether that was a good or a bad thing? jesse didn't know, but he knew that his knuckles brushed a spot of exposed skin on your back as he unhooked the clips on the binder, slower than what would be considered unsuspicious, just so he could keep looking at your body like this. he knew that he wanted to cover every inch of your skin in dark bruises so he could walk around town telling people that he had his way with you for the next week.

as he gently tugged it over your head, he couldn't stop thinking about the different scenarios in which he wanted to be doing this with you.

"you're awful quiet back there." you chuckled, nervously, pulling the binder off the rest of the way by yourself, "take a picture, it'll last longer."

jesse was only a little disappointed when you laid your binder on the bedside table and pulled your t-shirt back on. he tried to shake the thoughts racing through his mind, tried to even out the heavy breaths he was taking as he laid down on the opposite side of the bed. you were fast asleep before he knew it. how long had he been laying there? all he could think about was how close together you were, how intimate this was despite being at least a foot away from each other.

jesse barely slept that night. the next morning was even worse for him, though.

when he crawled out of bed, he assumed you had already went home...until, the smell of bacon filled his nostrils from the kitchen. he felt his heart swell in his chest at the thought of you cooking breakfast for him like a househusband. he couldn't understand why the thought of having you waiting at home for him every night when he got back home from the lab had his guts floating around in his stomach.

jesse has never felt this strongly about any guy before. normally, if he had strong feelings for someone, they went away pretty quickly; however, this was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. it had been months since he first laid eyes on you and he still felt like his heart was going to swell up and burst when he looked at you. oh god, when he looked at you this time it was like he could feel it finally exploding in his chest.

there you were, standing in your t-shirt and underwear like a morning-after scene from a movie. jesse felt the need to clutch his chest, like he was having a heart attack; he had to brace himself against the breakfast counter just to make sure he didn't fall over. he realized you probably didn't know he was there, so he swallowed thickly and then croaked out a nearly-failed, 'morning.'

"mornin', jess." you greeted him with a sweet smile on your face, sweeter and more genuine than anyone had ever given to him before, "you were out of eggs but i found bacon. and bread...what time you go into work?"

"oh, usually just...whenever, man. i can leave whenever i want."

you hummed, flipping a couple pieces of toast onto a plate and passing it over to him.

"pretty lenient if you can just go in whenever you want."

"yeah, man, i guess it makes up for how shitty it is to work at. i mean, like...worst boss ever and shit, yo." jesse took a shuddering breath as he took the plate from you and began transferring pieces of bacon from the paper-towel-clad plate on the counter and onto his own. he had hoped that it'd take you a minute to sit down at the table next to him, but before he knew it, there were two glasses and a pitcher of orange juice concentrate added to the scene in front of him, and then there was...you.

eating in silence wasn't the most awkward part of the morning; not when jesse could not keep his eyes off you. he kept flicking his gaze up to you then quickly darting it in a different direction when he realized what he was doing. it was embarrassing; especially when you caught him doing it.

"come on, man, you're not looking at my boobs, are you?" you groaned out, partly joking and partly embarrassed that jesse even saw you out of a binder. you saw his face light up a bright red when he processed what you said, eyes darting around the room and mouth agape, trying to find something to say. his expression made you laugh a little bit, and the sound was music to his ears, and he was still embarrassed, so fucking embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say, and now he was looking at your boobs just because you mentioned it, and...

god, it made him pop a half chub. so many coursing emotions, so much going on, it was a sensory overload, in a way, and his body got confused and now there was a heat pooling in his stomach. the knowledge that he was now getting hard only made him more embarrassed about the situation, which made him harder, faster.

needless to say, he scarfed down his food (that he'd apparently been picking at for a while, judging from the fact that you had already finished yours) and hopped up out of his seat at the table and pointed his thumb in the direction of the stairs.

"yo, i, uh--! i gotta go get dressed, deadlines and shit." he stammered out, not realizing that, standing up in front of you in loose pajama pants, his raging boner was in full view. he watched as your eyes trailed from his crotch, to his face, and the way you contorted your face with confusion at first, which soon turned to laughter.

"what--"

"dude! you were definitely looking at my boobs!" you cackled out, "i'm not mad, it's just really funny."

jesse's hands flew to cover his crotch, a look of shame and a deep crimson blush covering his face. god, why did this have to happen with you. he could have handled it with literally anyone else.

"i wasn't looking at your boobs, man!" jesse huffed out, nearly panting heavy breaths thanks to how hard his heart was beating in his chest. he swore that he'd suffer a heart attack any second now; he could almost feel the palpitations.

"i-i just...i'm like, really into you, and you look really good today, and i couldn't keep my eyes off you, and i got-- i got...nervous, dude."

you sat at the table, watching him like a hawk.

your gaze upon his frame had him literally throbbing in his pants; he was so ashamed of how things went down just now, why was it turning him on more to think about all the things you must think of him? god, the silence lasted way too long, he found himself turning his gaze back to you, reluctantly, only to see you sitting with your arms crossed and a soft smile on your lips.

"you're really that into me?"

it was like time slowed down. maybe it even stopped. it felt like he stood there forever, mouth agape and eyes locked on yours like prey spotted by predator. he tried to speak after a good few minutes, and nothing came out but a squeak.

"come on, dude. it's not like you've been hiding it." you chuckled, standing up from your chair and walking over to him. his eyes only followed you, up until you were nearly nose-to-nose; you would have been if it weren't for the inch or two of height difference between the two of you. he knew you could feel it when his breath hitched in his throat.

"are we about to kiss?" jesse choked on his words, trying to make a joke but failing miserably in the shakiness of his voice and the priceless expression on his face.

"if you want." you looked up at him with a shit-eating grin, which was almost immediately wiped off by jesse's lips meeting yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.

for once, it felt like everything was going fast. your lips against his felt better than the best high he'd ever had, and the feeling of your skin underneath his again had his heart doing backflips. he let out a needy moan into your mouth, pushing you backwards until the backs of your knees met the kitchen table and you had no choice but to sit on it.

when you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, he pulled away, struggling hard to catch his breath. he, reluctantly, placed his hands on your thighs, slowly creeping up them and feeling the soft flesh under his fingers. when his hands reached the tops, the fattier parts, he gave a gentle squeeze, letting out a soft gasp and leaning his forehead agsinst yours. it made you scoff, not really disgusted; more incredulous at how obsessed he was with you, than anything.

you wrapped your fingers in his hair, gave it a soft tug, and in response, jesse pulled you closer to the edge of the kitchen table, close enough that he could rut against you if he wanted to. this time, you were the one to gasp, and he may as well have been sunbathing in the sound, just sitting there with his forehead against yours as he moved his grabby hands from place-to-place on your body; thighs, hips, waist, all back-and-forth between one another.

jesse looked back up at you, saw the lust blown out in your eyes for only a split second before you captured his lips in another kiss. it was much rougher than the first, this time the clashing of teeth and mixing of tongues taking away from the emotional vulnerability of it, and when you eventually got him to part his lips and allow you to massage his tongue with your own, he finally ground his hips into yours, drawing a broken moan from low in the back of his throat.

you were the one to pull away next, and he got a good look at your face, lips kissed and bitten until they were puffy, cheeks bright red, and eyes glazed over with want, oh, god, he needed you.

"fuck, you're so fuckin' perfect." jesse panted out. one of his hands reached your back, pressing your chest against his as you both sat there, noses touching and lips centimeters away from each other.

"are you gonna fuck me, or what?" you chuckled breathlessly, and reached a hand up to caress the stubble on his cheek.

"yeah...hell yeah." jesse leaned into your touch, and rutted his hips against yours again, and you stopped him before he could continue.

"dude, you...you got any lube?" you asked, and your face somehow lit up even redder than before, as you tried to hide it from his view. you felt him nod as he spoke.

"yeah, totally. you wanna be on top?" his face lit up as well, as he buried it in your neck, "i don't...have a strap."

"i'll have to bring one next time, but, uh...i'm on hormones, it makes it hard to, like...get wet."

jesse hummed and placed a few gentle kisses against the warm skin on the crook of your neck, relishing in the moment for a good few seconds before pulling away, muttering a 'be right back', and when you caught a glimpse of his face you could see a huge grin curled onto his lips, like this was the best moment of his life.

and it was.

he tried to find the lube as quickly as possible, it felt like it took forever, but it probably wasn't as long as it seemed when he found the tube of KY jelly and made his way back to the kitchen, where he found you kicking your legs and looking around aimlessly. when your eyes landed on him, a soft smile graced your face.

"hey." you greeted him, leaning back on your elbows and spreading your knees so he could get between them.

"hey."

jesse placed the tube of lubricant on the table next to you, then planted his hands on your thighs once more to lean in for another kiss; a sloppy, open-mouthed one that had you moaning into his mouth and tugging at his shirt to ask permission to take it off. he gladly pulled away, tugged it over his head and he could feel his brain spinning at the feeling of your hands against his chest. you were everywhere, feeling him up, it was like you enveloped him in your existence and were suffocating him with the smell of the bodywash and deodorant from your shower the previous night.

he wouldn't have it any other way.

he would have loved to take your shirt off, but he knew that it might upset you. the sheer amount of embarrassment you showed last night when taking off your binder made it clear to him that you didn't want him to see your chest, so he didn't push it; he settled for pushing your shirt up a little, running his hands over your stomach and hips and appreciating the warmth of your skin under his fingertips.

sooner or later, the foreplay became too much. you were wrapping your legs around jesse's waist, hooking your foot into the waistband of his loose pajama pants and pushing them down just enough to get the point across.

"off. please." you whined, and jesse nodded frantically, unhooking your legs from around him to tug them down, along with his boxers. he hissed a little when he felt the cool air hit his bare body, but got over it in time enough to dig his fingers into the waistband of your boxers.

"can i?" he asked, lowly, almost at a whisper; you nodded, and in seconds, it was like his dreams were coming true. there you were, laid out in front of him, all for him, for him to take however he wanted. it was like god sent down an angel just for him. you were perfect, everything about you was perfect.

the way you watched him intensely as he lubed up his fingers was perfect. the way your breathing sped up when he pushed a slick finger into you, and then another, was perfect; what was especially perfect about you was the way that you let out a crackling moan from beneath him when he pressed his opposite thumb against your engorged clit and rubbed in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of you. in this moment, he didn't care about anything else; you were all he needed.

what he really needed right now was to make you cum. he wanted to watch your face underneath him while you were seeing stars. he couldn't wait to see how you'd react as he was fucking you, the anticipation making his stomach pool with heat and his cock throb as it poked against your thigh. he gave you one last, hard kiss before withdrawing his fingers from you, earning a mewl as he braced himself with one arm against the cool wood of the table.

"you ready?" jesse pressed his forehead against yours as he used his free hand to squeeze some lube onto his cock, smearing it around and already so close to cumming over just the thought of whohe was doing this with. you panted out a desperate 'yeah', and with that, it was showtime.

he gripped the base of his dick, and slowly guided it into your heat, inch-by-inch. it was a few seconds before he bottomed out, and when he did, he moved his hands to your hips, letting out a gutturalmoan, like this was the first time he'd ever put it in someone (it wasn't). his gaze turned to your face, where you were watching the space between the two of you intently. he took that as a sign to begin pistoning his hips into yours, starting out with a slow, steady pace, and you continued to watch the way his cock pulled out and disappeared inside of you, soft gasps and grunts leaving your mouth with every thrust.

he decided, then, that he would have to find some way to keep you. he would have to claim your body from the inside out, explore every one of your deepest desires from within and make you his bitch, for lack of a better word.

you sounded amazing. jesse would give anything just to hear your lustful voice in his ear every single day, moaning and gasping and telling him how good he's doing. your stream of consciousness was illegible, all a string of 'oh's, and 'fuck's, and 'jesse's, and he loved that. he loved how you were falling apart underneath him. this whole time, you'd been composed, you'd led the way, and now, as he was speeding up the pace at which his cock was pounding into you, you were becoming putty in his hands.

"fuck, you feel so good," jesse groaned in your ear, then called out your name, before remembering that he could touch you. he kept one hand on your hip, pulling you closer to him, and used the other to rub circles on your bottom growth. he'd never seen that on anyone, but looking down at it and running his thumb across the tip of it like it was nothing but a tiny dick, he couldn't help but think to himself about how hot it was. everything about you was hot. he'd have to eat you out one day just so he could see how it felt in his mouth.

he began to stroke it with two fingers, effectively jacking it off, and that's when you got loud.

"oh, god, jess, keep-- keep doing that, fuck." you keened at him, head buried in his chest for comfort as your ankles locked securely behind his back. he could tell by the way your teeth were sunken into his skin and your legs were trembling; you were close, and, fuck, he had been for a while.

he didn't speed up, he didn't go harder, just continued the repetitive motions of jacking off your clit and pounding into you relentlessly, until he felt your warmth clenching around him violently, and he knew he was about to fall over the edge, and fast.

"fuck! fuck, can you get--" he stuttered out frantically, hips stuttering inside of you as you whimpered from the overstimulation, but you cut him off before he could finish.

"no, i can't." you panted out, and that was it for him. he fucked you through his orgasm, painting your hot, velvety walls white, and near the end he pressed his hips into yours all the way, savoring the moment that he'd been itching to experience since he first spotted you from across the room.

and, for a while, you two stayed there, basking in the afterglow, forehead-to-forehead, then cheek-to-cheek, then nose-to-nose. you shared kisses, tender ones this time, careful ones that made jesse feel like an old married couple on their 50th anniversary. he craved that, he craved that kind of stability and routine in his life. maybe this was a one-time thing, a lust-ridden, spur-of-the-moment fuck and now that you'd done it he would never see again.

or, maybe, you were the stability he needed. maybe he needed to--

"jess, what time is it, don't you need to get to work?" you interrupted his train of thought and patted him on the upper arm. he lifted his head to look at the clock on the electric stove.

12:43.

"shit, i need to get going!" jesse frantically pulled his soft cock out of you, and you let out a gasp at the feeling of being empty, and the feeling of his release dripping out of you and onto the dining table. he was gone without a trace, like he had snuck away.

"yeah, i need to disinfect this table." you chuckled, and hopped up, pulling your boxers up; you would clean yourself up after.

as you were digging for the lysol, jesse rematerialized, dressed and ready in record time.

"have a good day at work." you smiled at him out of the corner of your eye, and were a little shocked to feel his arms around you, and a soft kiss against the back of your head before he walked off. he shouted back to you as he grabbed his keys and walked out of the front door.

"yo, uh...you don't have to go home if you don't want to."

#jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman fanfic #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman smut

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dickgraysonexchange · 3 years ago

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Holy gift reveals, Batman! We’ve hit our first day of posting!

Go check out all the wonderful works listed below, and don’t forget to kudos and comment on your gift to show your giftor some love!

THE LIGHTS WE CHASE (THE NIGHT WE STEAL) for LIBRARYLEXICON [Art, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Tim Drake & Dick

Brotherly Bonding, Fluff, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Robin

Dick and Tim train surfing while out on patrol as Nightwing and Robin.

REACH MY HAND OUT, WILL YOU GRAB IT for WEDNESDAY [Fic, Teen And Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Slade Wilson

Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Memory Loss, Post-Spyral, Love Confessions, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Slade Wilson is Deathstroke, Dick Grayson Was Agent 37, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Emotional Whump, Self-Deprecating Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson Is Alright, Idiots in Love

After wiping the world's memory of his identity being revealed, Dick's life is a mess that he's trying to put together. Every waking moment is about being Nightwing again, he has no time to be Dick Grayson.

Which is fine, because it seems like no one remembers Dick Grayson anyway.

UNREALIZED RESCUE for ALICEGIVESGIFTS [Fic, Teen And Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings]

Dick & Jason Todd

Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Jason Todd is a Good Bro, Dick Grayson-centric, Hurt Dick Grayson, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Sexual Harassment, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Gunshot Wounds, Dick Grayson Whump, Protective Jason Todd

Dick gets captured by some traffickers. Then he gets taken by the Red Hood. He just hopes he’ll be found in time.

DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE for NIGHTWANG [Fic, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Clark Kent/Lois Lane

Threesome - F/M/M, Bottom Dick Grayson, Strap-Ons, Pegging, Light Dom/sub, Femdom, Kneeling, Polyamory, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Size Kink, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Double Penetration, Double Penetration in One Hole, Manhandling, Nipple Play, Come Eating, Fluff and Smut, Top Lois Lane, POV Alternating, New Addition to an Established Relationship

Dick asks for an extra special birthday present from his two favorite people in the universe.

FLY ACROSS THE SKY for SPEE [Fic, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick & Barbara Gordon

Case Fic, Dick Grayson is Robin, Barbara Gordon is Batgirl, Team Up

Barbara was spying a guy, Robin joined to have some fun.

JUST A TASTE for TETRODOTOXINS [Fic, Explicit, Rape/Non-Con, Underage]

Tim/Dick, Dick/Bruce, Dick/Jason, Dick/Duke, Dick/Barbara, Steph/Dick, Dick/Damian, Cass/Dick

Hurt Dick Grayson, Trans Dick Grayson, Dark Batfamily (DCU), Drugged Sex, Non-Con Somnophilia, Vaginal Sex, Grooming, Roof Sex, Lap Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Nipple Play, Chikan, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Gags, Blindfolds, Anal Sex, Drunk Sex, Cunnilingus, Pegging, Glory Hole, Rough Sex, Incest Kink, Victim Blaming, Begging, Hurt No Comfort...

All of the batfamily, at one point or another, has developed a crush on the shining first Robin, Dick Grayson. And none of them could resist taking what they wanted.

...With or without Dick's permission.

CAGED BIRD IS A BIRD NO MORE for WALKEROFTHESTARS [Fic, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Slade Wilson

Identity Reveal, Dick Grayson is Deathstroke, Reunions, Interrogation, Strait Jacket, Escape, Prison Break, Emotional Constipation, Anal Sex, Orgasm Denial, Light Bondage, Spanking, Coming Untouched, Praise Kink, Fluffy Ending

“Where is he?” Batman growls. Tim suppresses a shudder.

“Where is who?” Deathstroke replies, almost smugly. Tim knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’s sure Batman knows it too. This isn’t like the Joker — not like Jason. There’s no body. There’s nothing. No trace of Batman’s former protégé to signal whether he’s alive or dead, safe and healthy or being abused and tortured. Nothing to go on but the suspicions of the now disbanded Titans and Batman’s own gut instinct.

“Where is Dick Grayson?”

ONLY HUMAN for ANONYMOUSBADGERMOLE [Fic, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick & Bruce Wayne, Dick & Barbara Gordon

Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson-centric, Hurt Dick Grayson

A teenaged Dick is getting bullied at school and accidentally snaps.

A WALK THROUGH THE GROUNDS for C_ART [Art, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Dick/Koriand'r

Alternate Universe - Regency, Regency Romance, Alternate Universe - Historical, Fanart

For the prompt: Historical AU based on a period you like! Dick, Dick & anyone, or Dick/Kory ------ Such an adorable prompt, and allowed me to draw some fancy 1800s 'fits 🥰

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fly-flower-fanfics · 4 years ago

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I liked the previous one i requested so much I wanted to come to you for my new request. May i request a Spencer Reid x Male/ftm reader (your choice) where the MC has previously long hair and one day he walks to work with a buzz cut? The rest is up to you. And thank you just for reading the ask

Absolutely! I love this honestly. I’ll try and do it justice for you. 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 I’m also sorry it took so long. Things have been hectic lately... I know it’s not a super long fic, but I hope that it’s still worth the wait!

Buzz Off

Spencer Reid x Trans Male Reader

Warnings: Slight transphobia mentioned

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I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. Today was the day I was actually doing it. I was actually getting a hair cut. Not that it was a big deal to anyone else, but it was to me, making today a big day.

I had been out as trans for almost fifteen years now, coming out when I was sixteen years old. The team didn’t really know I was trans as I had gotten top surgery and started testosterone by then.

The only ones who knew I was trans was Spencer and Hotch. Spencer knew because I wanted to be honest about my past with him. Hotch knew because I’d had to explain some slight complications in my old information.

However, regardless of all that, I never got rid of my long, almost waist length hair.

I was always holding onto a little piece of my past. My parents had been very transphobic toward me, never allowing me to cut my hair or buy masculine clothing. I had to do everything all by myself once I had moved out. Yet I kept my long hair in an attempt to please my parents even after I changed.

It didn’t work, and they dropped all contact with me. Today, I had finally gotten up the courage to cut my hair as I had always wanted to: a buzz cut. Nothing too dramatic, but dramatic enough to match my personality. And it was long overdue for a change.

I opened my eyes, smiling a bit to myself as I got out of the car and locked it. I hadn’t yet gotten a call from Hotch saying I needed to come in, so I hoped I’d have enough time to get this hair cut.

Once I sat in the chair and the coat-like covering was draped over me, I couldn’t stop smiling. I explained to the hair dresser, Debi, exactly what I wanted, and she was obviously excited for me. That made me feel all the more excited for it myself. I had been going to her for years and for years she had been trying to get me to loosen up and cut my hair.

We had been high school friends, so she knew all about my transition and why I never had cut my hair. But now, she was super excited, hyping me up the whole time.

I kept my eyes closed most of the time, not wanting to spoil the surprise. I was hoping, praying, that it would look good on me. It was hard to focus on the doubts when Debi kept saying how handsome I looked and how Spencer was absolutely going to melt when he saw me.

Spencer and I had been dating for about a year now. He knew of my being trans and how my parents treated me. He never met them, and granted, he didn’t want to. However, he fully supported me not cutting my hair, even though he wasn’t a huge fan of why I wasn’t.

“You’re all set, hun!” Debi exclaimed, putting her razor down. She stood in front of me as I opened up my eyes. “Are you ready?!”

I nodded eagerly, and she stepped aside, allowing me to look in the large mirror in front of me. My jaw dropped as I saw my reflection.

It was perfect.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I reached up to touch the shaved spots. The short hair looked absolutely perfect on me, and I’d be lying if my self esteem didn’t skyrocket because of it.

“Thank you so much, Debi. I love it. I should’ve listened to you sooner.”

She gave me a pointed look, but couldn’t stop herself from smiling as well. “Did I not tell you so?”

At that moment, my phone went off. I checked it, seeing as it was for work. “You did, Debi. But duty calls. Let me pay you so I can get outta here.”

Within three minutes, I was back on the road. I was smiling the whole time I drove. Part of me felt a little guilty for being so giddy since there had been a murder, but I eased my conscience by reminding myself I was giddy over my own personal experiences and the team seeing me, not the murder itself. I only wanted to see the team’s reactions.

I walked into the bullpen, my eyes darting around wildly as I tried to avoid eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, I felt very, very shy, and I was overly aware of the cool air on the back of my neck. Has it always been this cold in here?

“Oh. My. Goodness.” Garcia was the first to notice me. She rushed up to me, a bright smile on her face. “Oh! Look at you!”

Her excited exclamations tugged over JJ and Emily’s attention. Both of them smiled at me.

“Hey, lookin’ good, Y/N,” JJ said. “Suits you.”

“I like it. Different than what I’m used to seeing you with, but it looks really good on you,” Emily said, nodding in approval.

“Thanks, guys,” I replied with a light blush dusting my cheeks.

Derek was the next to come in and notice me. “Hey, hey, hey! Look at you! Gettin’ all snazzy with a new hairdo. New you; I’m digging it.”

I laughed and nudged him with my shoulder as he reached out to fluff what was left of my hair. “Thanks, Derek.”

Hotch came in, took a glance at me, and gave me a small smile and nod. “Ready for work?” It wasn’t much of a reaction, but after working with Hotch for this long, I knew that was his approval. He was proud of me.

All of us got up to go to the conference room when a soft gasp took my attentions way from Hotch and the others.

Spencer was standing behind me, his lips parted in a slight shock. It then turned into a large smile as he walked up to me and took my hands in his.

“You did it,” he mumbled softly, bringing a hand up to my cheek.

“Yeah,” I breathed out softly. “It was time. Long overdue, if I’m being honest.”

He ran his hand up the side of my face, rubbing it over my head. His smile widened, if that was even possible. “God, you look so good.”

My cheeks darkened with a blush. “Yeah. I think I’ll miss the man bun, though. Maybe at a later date, I’ll get it back. But for now? For me? Yeah... I do look good.”

Spencer pulled me into a tight hug, placing a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. So proud,” he whispered.

Tears pricked my eyes. It was so satisfying and freeing to let that last but of past me go. To let it disappear forever. To finally be me. I clutched his shirt tightly, reveling in his soft praises.

“Thank you, Spence.”

A throat cleared, and the two of us separated, seeing Hotch standing outside the door of the conference room. He gestured to the file in his hand with his eyes.

“I am very glad you guys had this moment together. It’s a good move for you, too, Y/N. But evil does not wait for a haircut. Please, both of you, join us.”

My entire face heated, and I nodded quickly. “O-of course. Sorry, sir.”

Hotch gave me a small smile before disappearing back into the room.

I took Spencer’s hand. “I guess we better get in there; he is right.”

Spencer gave my hand a small squeeze and pressed another kiss onto my forehead. “He is. Maybe we can celebrate later tonight after the case.”

I laughed a little bit as we walked to the room. “Don’t have so much hope for the ease of this case. You should know better, Spence! You of all people.”

He let out a light laugh. “Perhaps. I’m just really happy for you.”

I took a seat beside him around the table as Penelope began to show the pictures and explained what we knew about the case.

I was happy for me, too.

#x male reader #gay #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x trans male #x trans male reader #x trans reader #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x male reader

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translightyagami · 4 years ago

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James “translightyagami/avoidfilledwithcelluloid” Death Note Fic Masterlist

Hello to all you guys out there. Here is my full masterlist of allllll the Death Note fanfic I’ve written: There are over 120 fics contained within this entire list. I’m going to split it up by chapter fics, one-shot fics, short fic compilations, and gift fics I’ve done for fandom exchanges. The descriptions will tell you what the pairings are (mostly Lawlight, but there’s other stuff too). There are several posts of mine that are loosely defined fic, but I won’t be adding those in this post as they are just … hard to organize lol.

Fics are marked with E if they have explicit content and T if there are textual references to transgender characters. Chapter fics are marked as either complete or currently incomplete. Okay! Here we go!

[UPDATED 11/20/2021]

CHAPTER FICS

sit and stay awhile https://archiveofourown.org/works/31032719 complete Light has a fantasy of sitting in L’s lap, and he’s got a plan to make that a reality.

the art of ink and flowers https://archiveofourown.org/works/35106943 currently incomplete, E, T Light needs an apprentice and thinks he's found the perfect one in young firecracker Mello. Now to deal with Mello's uncle, the strange, mysterious, and - oops! - super hot florist Ryuzaki, who doesn't want his nephew near a tattoo parlor. What could possibly go wrong?

i could write it (better than you ever felt it) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13913043 currently incomplete Light works in the To-Oh university library, where he meets his favorite romantic mystery author, Eraldo Coil, who later reveals himself to be the great detective L. Through the course of their working together to solve a crime, Light finds he might have feelings for L and those feelings might be shared by the detective novelist.

your heart is an empty cup https://archiveofourown.org/works/13027707 currently incomplete Light is the assistant manager of a Starbucks in NYC, and L is one of his most annoying customers. When L accuses Light (correctly) of being Kira, as well as mysteriously asking for his help on a different case, the barista has to decide if he’s ready to get in bed with the enemy – maybe even literally.

the forest holds strange creatures https://archiveofourown.org/works/16442660 complete, E, T Light, a paranormal research grad student, comes to a small town trying to find a mysterious cryptid. He finds L, a 10-foot-tall tree creature, who helps Light discover the greatest cryptid of all: love. The only reason this one is in the chapter fic section is because it includes a Halloween special chapter with the intro of Beyond Birthday into the cryptid AU.

At Your Service https://archiveofourown.org/works/19229524 complete, E, T The Yagami family owns the sprawling, exclusive Hotel Kitsune where all sorts of international espionage agents make their temporary home. That includes the great detective L, whose romantic tension with Light comes to a boiling point when he comes to stay after a long absence.

best practices https://archiveofourown.org/works/21113519 complete, E, T Light has been working his way to the top of the corporate ladder thanks to his own hard work, and his more-than-close relationship with L, the company CEO and founder’s son. Their relationship comes to a head when L challenges Light to open himself up, making him vulnerable to showing the true depth of what he feels for L and his own desire to explore sexual power dynamics.

ONE-SHOT FICS

tell me the truth https://archiveofourown.org/works/12592320 E, T Light and Matsuda hit up a bar after work, and then Light hits up Matsuda for sex, praise, and a distraction from the deep emptiness inside him.

constricting https://archiveofourown.org/works/13721580 E, T Light breaks L’s favorite tea cup in their kitchen, and L eats him out because he loves his husband so much.

tell me I’m good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13986861 E In the middle of the night, L receives a drunk call from Light, hiding in the bathroom at a party. The call, turning from desperate to horny, reveals more about Light than L wanted to know.

if at first you don’t succeed https://archiveofourown.org/works/15119816 E, T Light gave his first blow job and accidentally bit L on the dick. He tries to make up for his mistake by trying again.

let me work on you https://archiveofourown.org/works/15884799 E, T As the result of losing bet to him, Light has to be L’s computer desk – naked and laying over his boyfriend’s lap. Of course, when L gives him another sexy challenge, Light can’t help but rise to the occasion.

alterations https://archiveofourown.org/works/17945957 E, T Light comes to visit his boyfriend Mikami at his fancy law office and suggests they have sex there. When Mikami reacts unfavorably, Light has to do damage control, and it smarts a lot more than he expected.

lizard https://archiveofourown.org/works/18552499 E, T Light meets a beefcake guy at a bar on the anniversary of L’s death, and lets him take him home (Lizard is my death note OC, and the fic was a wonderful commission from @queerical)

Buried Alive https://archiveofourown.org/works/19705540 L and Light live together in L’s underground bunker after the apocalypse scorches the Earth. They watch some VHS tapes and do some gardening.

Our Little Secret https://archiveofourown.org/works/23822881 E After getting his memories, his freedom, back, Light wants to give L a gift: Kira tied up at his mercy. But L isn’t so sure if that gift is the one he really wants.

The Light of the Moon https://archiveofourown.org/works/25052722 E, T L is a vampire and accidentally bites Light, who is haunted by dreams that make him question why he wants L to bite him again (and maybe … something more …)

little animals https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829778 E Light and his werewolf boyfriend L fuck in their backyard garden.

Change OR the one where L and Light get married https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748159 E, T A gift/commish fic for @ohgodplsdontlook. Six years after the Kira case closes, L and Light go have a wedding in the mansion where L spent his childhood summers. They bring the Yagami family, their baggage, and vows to share each other’s secrets.

a divine power https://archiveofourown.org/works/28018197 E L has a particular power that has helped him get confessions from even the most hardened, tight-lipped criminals, and he offers to use this power on Light to get an honest answer to the question "Are You Kira?" Not really believing L's power is real (and also smelling an easy way to lie his way out of being caught) Light agrees to submit to this bizarre investigative power - not realizing that L is about to make him a *very* honest man. (TL;DR, L has a Magic Cock That Makes Anyone He Fucks Fall in Love With Him AU.)

Possession https://archiveofourown.org/works/29232294 E After being killed by his family for being Kira, Light makes a deal with the demon L to get back to the mortal realm - a very, very sexy deal.

24-Hour Gym https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415480 After the yellow warehouse goes (mortally) in their favor, Light and Mikami frequent the same 24-hour gym. Eventually, after seeing all his work out skills, Light asks Mikami if he can bench press *Kira*.

Fantasy of a Fantasy https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729685 E, T While monitoring the Yagami family home for suspicious activity, L catches Light getting off to a dirty magazine and projects what he thinks his main suspect's fantasies might be.

the chains that bind us https://archiveofourown.org/works/32051299 E, T Obligatory post-Yotsuba arc fic where Light is released from the handcuffs, and wants desperately to be back in bondage with L. Features a very creative use of the handcuff chain.

Kept https://archiveofourown.org/works/33334282 E, T Omegaverse AU where Light cooks up a horny evil scheme so that L won’t throw him in jail, and also lets him get that alpha lovin’ he so desires.

so glad you’re home https://archiveofourown.org/works/33977605 E, T L returns from a solo case and he and Light have a purr-fect homecoming together - including some spanking, cat ears, and a shower of sappy affection.

SHORT FIC COMPLIATIONS

hand in unlovable hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/15025058 E Okay so I’ve been answering Tumblr askbox prompts for over 2 years now, and this? This is ALL of the Lawlight fics. There are over 70 Lawlight fics in this compilation, with all the nsfw fics marked as such. Here are somethings you’ll find in this horde: an AU where L is fat; dirty talk; ghost sex; phone calls about buying a house; early morning tea; kissing; spanking; bondage; L’s hair being brushed; and much, much more. If you have wished for a particular type of Lawlight fic, it is probably in this bunch.

Containing Multitudes https://archiveofourown.org/works/17570645 E Like i said, I’ve been answering all types of Tumblr prompts. These are all the multi-pairing fics that are not Lawlight. In over 20 fics, you’ll find Mikalight, Light/Misa, Misa/Takada, Misa/Rem, Light/Namikawa, Beyond/Light, Light/Matsuda, and even a few ones with Light and my DN OC Lizard. All nsfw fics are marked as such.

hereditary https://archiveofourown.org/works/17159354 All the Tumblr prompt fics I wrote specifically about the Yagami Family. About 4 fics long, includes a really nice couple of Sayu and Light sibling sadness fics.

bottom shelf erotica https://archiveofourown.org/works/20899706 E These are the 5 fics that I wrote to fill Death Note kinkmeme prompts. They are few frills, dirty, sloppy, all bottom Light smut fics. Also, since I didn’t want to give myself away on kinkmeme they’re all cis stuff. (because really who else would have been throwing trans smut up there?)

something between us (anyway) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30304620 T, E a slowly updating collection of 10 tumblr fic requests I received for the pairings of lawlight and (my DN OC) lizard/light, covering prompts including omegaverse, coffee shop AU, sexy lingerie, and much, much more.

kinktober 2021 https://archiveofourown.org/works/34235686 E, T updated each saturday of Oct. 2021, these five fics all revolve around lawlight and specific kinky prompts.

GIFT EXCHANGE FICS

your father’s son https://archiveofourown.org/works/15115568 T A Secret Shinigami 2018 gift for AbbodonAbandon. Light and Soichiro have a talk about why Light quit the tennis team. Lots of trans shit in here.

in your shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405516 E A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @pashmina-dhaage. L is a professor who is having a quiet relationship with one of his grad students, Light. When he sees Light through his office window stepping in mud, L rushes to give him the shoes off his feet.

wash it out https://archiveofourown.org/works/22405648 A Sexy Enquirer 2019 gift for @complicatedmerary. Mikami and Light, a pianist and violinist respectively with the same opera company, are carrying on a passionate affair while Light remains married to the opera’s soprano, Misa.

Thank you for Reading, Commenting, and Being Nice to Me About My Silly Fic!

#me me me #subtextual #death note #lawlight #my fic #death note fanfiction #woof! okay!#i know i'm posting at the worst time #but i'm gonna pin this so everyone can see

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