#testosterone and pearls

[izzystradlindoesitforme]

Baby Boy in Leopard Print and Pearls

Oh, gosh yes.

Testosterone and pearls never looked so good.

♂️🐆🦪

Thank you, my dear friend Jackie, for posting this earlier when I didn't even realize you had! You have excellent taste and an exquisite eye. @jakelinestradlin And thank you, @dreamcastgirl99 for sending it to me. ♥️

[aalt-ctrl-del]

At the risk of people saying "Barnacles are turning people GAYUH!" I want to direct everyone to the very problematic but insightful process of the castration barnacle. And I also wanna point out that your body will in fact, brainwash you, when it wants to - because Biology is absolutely awful. But the castration barnacle is a very harmful guy that actively hijacks other organism to produce and disperse its own offspring, whereas in gay and same gender relationships, the fallout of two guys or two gals hooking up and cannot produce their own offspring, they could have the option to adopt a child from the foster system.

Crabs do not adopt crab fry or whatever the babies are called. They dump the babies and abandon them, like Ruby Frank.

But the important thing to note about the barnacle that hijacks a crab, such as in the video, is that a male crab can get hijacked and... male crabs do not carry nor disperse eggs. The parasitic barnacle needs to disperse eggs. So, by the videos description by Hank, hormones are given to the male crab to make it believe it is a female with eggs.

If this is all and very true - down to the development of ovaries - then it is absolute indicator to the fact that it is not gender parts which dictate whether a mammal person is male or female or whatever else - it is in fact HORMONES which dictate behavior and attractions to other genders. ITS ALWAYS BEEN HORMONES.

This is important because certain groups of mammal people are very fixated on what is in other peoples pants, and use their gender parts to make decisions.

And I iterate once more that there is nothing harmful about LBGTQATBUP+ - in a social society. Same gender pairs enable the adoption of orphaned children - as mentioned prior - when biological parents lose the ability or perish in some form.

But I thought it was interesting to witness more "Biology is Bullshit", given how weird organisms get in terms of survival. And Hormones will determine a portion of mammal peoples preferences in a date, their attractions, and the identity they develop. And the idea we are static lil dolls that do nothing but stay the same FOREVER is harmful. Trauma changes people. Certain Hormones go up, disperse, or wane. Our experiences can make us better, can make us terrible, it can make us inert.

Look at this dumb long post about parasitics hijacking crabs and flushing them with silly hormones. We're all just silly chemical reactions bouncing off each other.

[delirious-donna]

Dawn Chorus [Higuruma Hiromi]

an: I woke up with Higuruma on the brain (I love him your honour). It was only going to be a few hundred words, but here we are… the man needs to sleep so he can love you thoroughly.

pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader

warnings: some somno, established relationship, pussy drunk Hiromi, oral sex, creampie

Masterlist

Higuruma Hiromi is a passionate man. He cares about his work, about his contribution to society, and about his relationship with you. Higuruma is also a tired man, often awake at ungodly hours to meet deadlines or review cases that he is working on pro bono. You love your husband and the dedication he tries to infuse into every day, but sometimes he just needs to sleep.

On the evenings where you are able to tempt him into just another glass of red wine, another piece of creamy Gorgonzola atop a cracker and just one more kiss, you feel like you’re winning against all the odds. It’s always far more enjoyable to go to bed together rather than having Hiromi kiss you goodnight on his way to the study.

Cuddled up against his back, you laugh at his faux resignation at being the little spoon… again. In truth, he likes it. He adores being held and the little kisses you pepper across his cheeks when you lean over to wish him sweet dreams. He toys with your fingers, pulling your palm so it lays flush over his heart until slumber drags you both under its warmth.

Of course, you were right.

Higuruma needed sleep and after a full eight hours, his eyes spring apart rather than sluggishly creak open like broken shutters. For once, he can appreciate the warmth of the sun and the tangle of the sheets instead of cursing his need to get up and go. Most of all, he can appreciate you, his beautiful wife, still fast asleep and no longer clinging to him like a koala.

So pretty, he thinks whilst his lips caress the sleep-soaked crook of your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent with gusto. Patient and honest, he admits when he peels back the thin cotton sheet to nose at your breasts. He continues to nuzzle until your nipples peak, a slow smile curving his lips and he can’t help but lower your top so he can taste you. Utterly perfect, he assures in silence, you are the salve to all of his wounds.

The morning dose of testosterone, that he would usually either quickly dispel by hand or with the aid of a cold shower, has him impatient and aching. His cock twitches inside his loose pyjama pants, but he ignores it in favour of taking his time. Flicking his tongue across your pert bud, he whines in his throat when you arch in sleep, straining to press yourself further into his mouth and he takes the invitation to suckle until you wake with a gasp.

Your eyes snap wide, belly aching with some unknown pressure that continues to build without faltering. A head of black hair decorates your chest, wet little suckling noises matched by the sensation of pulling tugged deliciously behind your navel.

“Hiro… mm, someone’s hungry this morning.”

Hiromi’s eyes roll over at the sleep affecting your voice, arms stretching overhead before lacing through his hair to tug at the roots. Instead of replying, he presses his pelvis against your hip, the hard length of his cock evidence enough that you are absolutely correct.

“Take what you want, love, I’m yours,” you coo softly, wriggling your hips in suggestion.

It’s one he doesn’t need clarifying, Higuruma has you bare and spread within seconds of your invitation. Amazed at the sheen of arousal already decorating your folds, he laps eagerly at the residue until all he can taste is you. He thumbs at your clit, using those slender fingers to peel you open like a flower in bloom only for his tongue to wet along your pussy.

You keen for him, driven on by his enthusiasm and the telltale rut of his hips into the mattress below. The hook of his nose replaces his thumb, dragging side to side over your pearl as it hardens from the friction and arousal. Grabbing great tufts of his hair, you grind yourself against his face and in turn his hold on your thighs shift to the meat of your backside. Hiromi palms your cheeks, pulling them apart until you feel more exposed than you thought possible.

“Fuck… Hiro!”

He can’t hear you through the muffle of your thighs by his ears and the wild beating pulse inside his head. With feverish need he bathes you in his spit, not content until your dripping down to the sheets. The tip of his tongue digs into your entrance, giving a strangled grunt at the squeeze you give around the wet muscle, and he pulls back to look up at you.

“Sweeter than ambrosia. I swear you would be more divine than any God,” he mumbles breathlessly, eyes hooded but not with fatigue for once.

Words fail you, becoming stuck in your throat at such conviction in his praise. All you can do is reach out and cup his cheek, skin soaked in your essence and his saliva but you hardly care. You watch as he fumbles with the drawstring of his pants, lowering the band to reveal his cock, purple and angry from lack of attention. Oozing pearls of translucent precum leak from his slit, and you’re ready to be filled but he lays flat once more.

Hiromi tongues at your sweet clit, teeth gently biting and tugging at your puffy folds while he wets his fingers and pushes two into you, right to the knuckle. You cry out at the sensation, more than ready for the stretch but not expecting this. His wrist rotates, fingers curling in a come-hither motion and when his fingertips pass over that deep mass of engorged tissue, your thighs tremble.

“Sing for me, darling. Be my morning chorus.”

If this was going to be the result of Higuruma getting better sleep, then you would drag his ass to bed every night if you had to. He humps the bed, strangled noises mingled with sharp little whimpers when you push his face deeper into the apex of your thighs. You could feel the wetness pooling between your cheeks and dripping to the sheets, Hiromi’s mouth making out with your pussy in a rhythm that matches his adventuring digits.

He was breaking you apart, masterfully unpicking every thread that made you whole and waiting with endless patience until you unravel into his palm. The heat between your hips grows too much all at once, the friction on your clit and the relentless thrumming of his fingers against your sweet spot blinding you without warning.

“Oh, I’m… fuck! Hiro—I can’t h-hold back!” Your voice warbles like a songbird, crescendoing into a shriek of bliss that could shatter glass.

Higuruma delights in your orgasm—revelling in it—stilling his fingers to feel your velvet walls clench and spasm around him and slowing the lap of his tongue to soft kitten licks. He massages your waist lovingly, stroking featherlight fingers across your quivering and soft stomach until you float back to earth.

It was all he could do to stave off his own release, his balls heavy with need and drawn tight to the base of his cock. He knew the moment he sat on his haunches there would precum staining the sheets, but he cared little considering the mess he’d already made from loving you so thoroughly.

Gingerly, he sits back and hisses at the slap of his cock against his stomach. You moan, squirming on the bed and he catches your eye. Your bottom lip pinned between your teeth, pupils blown wide and that’s all he needs to pump himself with wild abandon. His wife wants him. His wife is attracted to him. His wife always does the best by him.

His strokes were long but frantic, the slick sound of his foreskin rolling back to reveal his cockhead so sinful that he punctures his lip with his teeth. White hot heat drips from the small of his back, hips and backside tightening with the impending release.

“W-where?” He asks with a stutter, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Inside, Hiromi, please?”

“Shit, shit, shit.”

He lunges forward, bracing on one forearm whilst he notches at your still softly pulsing entrance and pushes inside. Your arms wind around his neck in urgency, kissing his face, his neck, his shoulder and anchoring your legs around his lean waist.

No sooner was he buried to the hilt, than his orgasm hit like a force of nature. His arms tremble, spine bowing and flexing under the pressure whilst he paints your most inner walls with thick, creamy seed. He collapses into your loving embrace, settling his warm cheek at your collarbone and damn near purring at the gentle stroke of your fingers through his hair and down his back, smiling dazedly.

Higuruma Hiromi is a passionate man, especially when he’s had a full night's sleep.

[digitalstowaway]

I think Phoenix behaved like an average guy in his early 20s pre-trilogy

Swearing, dick jokes, drunk stories. Mia laughed about all of it but was like, "Not in court. Seriously. Not in court."

His targeted ads are for busty lady anime games (he's not interested) and testosterone pills (he has no need). He hates them but eh it's just him on his laptop. Mia isn't looking over his shoulder. Larry needs to stop sending him shady links via email though.

But then Maya comes and he cuts himself off mid-story when he remembers it ends with him vomiting in a potted plant in a college dorm.

He starts saying "Frick" instead of "Fuck."

"This is a load of shiiiiitake mushrooms."

"Shitake mushrooms, Nick? I'm 17. You can swear."

And she invades his privacy. She opens his laptop and gets sent straight to an ad for alpha male pills.

"Nick!!!"

"I don't--the computer knows I'm 24 and a man. I'm not actually looking at it. Larry sent me a link the other day--"

Pearl comes later and Phoenix learns to put a password on his laptop. He uses the office computer more--strictly for business.

He develops a filter. He figures out what's appropriate for a 9-year-old.

And by the time he adopts Trucy, he's a pro with kids (he's not. But he's way better off than he was three years before).

[no-see-um-incorrect]

Random things the redacted characters have done but it’s my headcanons 

Damien trying(and failing) to very discreetly smooth a wrinkle out of his binder 

Freelancer walking into the living room early in the morning to see Gavin and Caelum very intently watching Bluey 

 Asher walking up to Sam and asking him if this skirt makes his butt look big (it does/pos) and Sam not knowing how to respond 

Huxley bumping into a chair and saying sorry….to the chair (i’ve done it too)

Little Milo re-creating all of Danny Zuko’s parts in Greece 

Hush experiencing a sour patch kid for the first time 

Huxley and Damien eating their favorite cereals while watching the sunrise (Huxley fruity/cocoa pebbles, Damien honeycomb/honey bunches of oats)

Gavin failing to pronounce “brussels sprout”

David asking Angel/Asher to administer his testosterone shot (alpha scared of needles)

Sam secretly loving ice coffee 

Lasko knowing how to play the harmonica 

Huxley volunteering at an animal shelter 

Darlin listening to Hozier while they’re at work 

Porter eating whatever food treasure makes him  with no hesitation down to the last crumb 

(@froggytimemachineinternet thank you for that one my dear🫶)

Sam practicing his freelancer magic on little things to build up endurance 

Angel building an exact model of their house in Minecraft (as well as milo’s and Sam’s)

Anton getting a LabelMaker exclusively to name his plants 

Huxley accidentally growing string of pearls while focusing on doing his hair 

Milo carrying a baseball bat under the bed 

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I will be making more 

[see-arcane]

I’m sure it’s been said more articulately elsewhere, but can I just say how much I love how Jonathan and Mina are placed amongst these Classic Heroic Gents (Stoker’s various Issues+ notwithstanding)?

While I have and will continue to feel two ways about how Mina is ultimately Madonna’d and damsel’d--Van Helsing and the Suitors going full diet misogyny/chivalrous, Jonathan just wanting to keep his wife out of the line of fire, Period--she’s so clearly established as a vital support the guys were missing. She brings intel, organization, and, what with the Victorian testosterone poisoning at play, an emotional anchoring point they can’t quite dare to seek out in their own best friends; Too Unmanly. Can’t Be Done.

Then they get introduced to Jonathan Harker. 

He of the harrowing adventure in Castle Dracula! Scaling stone walls and cliffs on the fly twice! Slipping free from a den of four centuries+ old vampires alive! Coming within inches of a killing blow to the Count but for the damned trick of the basilisk gaze and the (un)timely arrival of Dracula’s men! Jack can’t have been the only one expecting a Man’s Man among their group.

But, no. Jonathan Harker is Jonathan Harker. 

He of the golden retriever spirit and bottomless good manners and pretty eyelashes. If Mina is the nascent New Woman (don’t tell her that, she only knows what a New Woman is from the Punch comics), then Jonathan is the New Man. There’s no chest-pounding bravado, no jealousy at all these comparatively ‘threatening’ men--a lord, a rugged cowboy, a man who runs and owns his own asylum--gushing over his wife. It’s just as it was with Van Helsing.

Jonathan: Yes, Mina is amazing isn’t she? Please, continue telling me how great she is. :)

Mr. Harker, who spent two months imprisoned with the Terrifying Mega Vampire that needs an entire cadre of vampire hunters to attack, who was ready to see himself dead rather than risk joining the Brides, who landed a soulmate as fantastic as Mina...

...Is also the same Mr. Harker who takes comfort in law books and organizing paperwork, who pens wistful entries about nice meals and pretty landscapes and how much he loves his wife, whose defining trait when not in Vampire Hell is that of his friendly charm and kind nature.

He has endured nightmares and accomplished the unthinkable on par with the adventurous daydreams of any Classic Hero-Man of his era, yet he did it all while being the soft-spoken prettyboy sweetheart solicitor who stepped off the train and left Jack stunned. 

Between his example and Mina being--to borrow a double-edged phrase from Abe-- ‘a pearl among women’ (that is, being openly intelligent, competent, nurturing, and proactive), I have to assume that there is plenty left unwritten in the diaries about how the Suitors Three are adjusting to the Harkers’ unconventional nature in their time and place.

And perhaps, after all the vampire business is over, they start taking some notes and undoing the performative chokeholds they have on themselves and their hearts.

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Hello! Congrats on 500 💘

Can I request B14 and “try to stay quiet understand?” if you would like. With Tech?

Thank you

OMG MY FIRST TECH REQUEST I AM SCREAMING!!!! I'm rewatching the bad batch so currently clone thirsting so hard <333

tech x afab!reader nsfw content below the cut (18+) word count: 1k

prompts: B14 Hands focus + “try to stay quiet, understand?”

Tech was currently at his workbench putting something back together. What was that? You were about to ask him before focusing on how his hands moved around the metal object. He was fixing wires before with such skill his fingers moved effortlessly, not fumbling once. You’d always thought his hand were hot. They were much bigger than yours, you adored it when he didn’t wear his gloves so you could see the few prominent veins that ran across them. He picked up a precision screwdriver carefully twisting something back into place.

You couldn’t help but adore his hands especially when you thought about how they felt on you. “Cyare, do you need something?” He questioned not stopping his movements at all. “N-No” You stuttered being pulled out of your trance, pulling out an extra stool you sat beside him to watch closer. He placed the contraption down before cracking his knuckles and reorganizing his desk. “Do you have a question? You’re staring very intently” He stated. “No, just watching you”

His eyes moved to yours and he followed your gaze to his ungloved hand. “Are you sure? You look quite focused on my hands” He continued. A tinge of pink coated your cheeks as your eyes met his. “Maybe I am” You teased taking his hand and placing his palm against your own to compare sizes. “Your hands are so much bigger than mine, and I like it…alot” You explained. “Of course, my hands are bigger than yours. Due to the fact that men produce more testosterone than women do, men often have larger hands than women. Male and female bodies grow and develop in different ways as a result of the differing hormones” Tech explains and you roll your eyes shaking your head.

“I know that Tech. I’m saying it kinda turns me on how much bigger you are than me, especially your hands” You smirk cutting straight to the point so he realised your intentions faster. “Oh, I see” He replied with a red tint across his cheeks and a small smile. “I just like how they feel on me, touching me” You whispered as he placed his hand atop your bare thigh. Your whole body warmed as he rubbed gently up and down your thigh. “Does that satisfy you dear?” He asked with a smirk.

You giggled and watched his fingers grab at the meat of your thighs gently. “Little bit more” You grin before he snakes his hands higher to meet the hem of your shorts skimming the tips of his fingers over it before continuing to your covered core. “Is that better for you Mesh’la?” He asks rubbing his thumb over your most sensitive area. The fabric rubbed firmly against your clit and you let out a subtle moan.

“Tech p-please,” You sighed aching to be closer to him. “Sit,” He said patting his lap with a somewhat smug look on his face. You gladly sit straddling his lap and discarding your shorts along the way. Pressing a few passionate kisses to his lips he chuckled softly. “Patience my dear” Tech said swiping a thumb across your lip and admiring your features. Rolling your eyes you sighed softly waiting for him to do as you asked. His fingers made your way to your heat at a torturously slow rate. “Is this what you were waiting for?” He asked teasing the edges of your panties, pushing them to the side slowly.

“You’re much more aroused than usual, have my hands really affected you this much?” He mused. “Yes, I love your hands Tech. Think about them all the time” You said resting your head on his shoulder. He moved his thumb through your folds, spreading you open to rub your sensitive pearl causing a quiet whine to leave your lips. He kept focus on your clit for a while and then slipped his index finger into your wet cunt. “Tech!” You sighed arching your back into him. He paused his movements and smirked. “Try to stay quiet, understand? You wouldn't want my brothers hearing would you?” He questioned. You hummed, clenching around his fingers.

“I’ll have to use my hand’s on you more often if you react this way” He mentioned adding a second finger inside of you, starting a steady rhythm against your walls. “Faster” You whined in his ear kissing the sensitive skin of his neck. He curled his fingers deeper feeling the way you throbbed against his fingers. “Very good my darling I want you to cum on my command, understand?” “Yes, kriff yes” You nodded.

Tech moved his thumb to rub against your clit while fingering you. The wet noises filled the small room on the ship. “Baby, I can’t-can’t hold it” You groaned squirming in his lap, rolling your hips against his fingers slowly. “You can my dear, your patience is exceptional” He said softly. He continued finger fucking you at a relentless pace, you grabbed his free hand and squeezed it hard. Your skin heated up immensely and your heart pounded heart hard against your ribs.

“Cum for me Cyare” He whispered eyes focused on your glistening pussy. Holding back moans you finally let go, your body shaking with pleasure as you moaned into his armour-covered shoulder. Your legs trembled with pleasure as your climax settled down and Tech continued to keep his dexterous fingers deep inside of you. “That was remarkable darling, by far one of your longest orgasms” He commented pulling his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss of contact still catching your breath.

He moved his fingers to your lips, covered in your slick he opened your mouth with his other hand. “Suck,” He said firmly, you did as he asked taking his digits into your mouth and licking them clean savouring the salty flavour of yourself. “Good girl,” He hummed retracting his hand from you before you noticed the red light blinking from his goggles. “Did you just record that?” You giggled. “For research purposes as always, would you like me to delete it?” “No, not at all” You smirked. “Good, now I’m not finished. Up on the table for me,” He said helping you onto his workbench. You could barely contain your excitement for whatever he had planned.

[keelt9]

Chapter 2

Amaranth

Masterlist

One of the most uncomfortable experiences in my whole life, talking with a complete stranger about me, knowing she is reading me like any kind of paper made my skin crawl every second.

“How do you meet Riley?” I stop breathing and I look straight at Dr. Jamie's eyes.

 “What?” She put both of her hands in her lap. “I love to hear the story of how you and Riley meet.” In her eyes I see compassion and really curiosity, not pity like everyone who asks me about him. “Take your time, I like to finish with this.”

“Am…well…Riley and I.” I take a deep breath in and smile at the memories. “We meet in our first assignment for the navy, we both were put in the USS Yorktown, we were selected to be partners, he was so funny, and I was so stubborn, well, I still am; at the beginning was hard to get a long our first flies were a mess, horrible, one of my worst…then everything changes.” I saw Jamie who was smiling, urging me to continue. “We had a mission of reconnaissance, we didn’t expect any kind of action in the air but also we don’t expect there were tracking weapons, I avoid every missile and took down one of them; we only had two options; retire and let them know our coordinates or end that weapons and take good information to the ship. He screamed at me when I suggested calling for backups.” I giggle. “At me, in the air, in the middle of enemy space, me the top of the class, the damn pilot, but it works. That day we received our first honor, later we knew that the information we took back helped to eliminate an important enemy reserve weapon.” I take my time to finish breathing in and out.

“We arrive at Pearl; we celebrate drinking beers on the beach at 4 am.” Jamie laughed. “That’s how our story begins.” Before my mood turns sad, she stops it. 

“All right Sky, let’s end here, I think you have a more tiring test ahead.” She stands up and walks with me to her door. “See you tomorrow.” I nod and walk away.

The physical test left my body smashed, when I finished it, I just lay in the concrete. “Good job Lieutenant.” I hear the officer say while he walks writing in their report. 

“Look what the wind brings.” I opened my eyes and Phoenix was bent to me. 

“It’s not the wind, it’s the storm.” She laughs and offers me a hand. 

“I hear, late by the way, you’re back on the track.” I stand and drink my bottle of water. 

“I didn’t say <back>, I mean, look at me, it seems like a truck passed over me, I…I don’t know, let’s wait until the end of the month.” She denies. 

“Sky, the only one who doubts about your pass this test, it’s you.” She passed his arm along my shoulders. “Trust me, if it is not like a friend, like your senior.” 

I met Natasha the second day in Marimar, she was already a proud Top Gun pilot, and I was just another girl who didn’t let intimidate by the huge amounts of testosterone. 

While Riley is helping to put a bag of ice in my hand for “accidentally” smashing my fist in one of my classmates face, which left me with a swollen wrist, as soon as she hears my story she smiles and pat my shoulder. The following times we met she always says hi to me and from time to time she joins Riley and me with a nice and teasing talk. 

The rest of the week passes by and brings me to the edge every time; but the simulator cracks me in a million pieces, I already know I wasn’t ready, but they insist, of course a big fail appears on the screen.

“AH!” I take the helmet over my head and hit the walls, my breathing faster than normal and my heart bumping like trying to get out of my chest. 

“Was a good one, Sky, take it easy.” Simpson says. 

“1 minute in the air, even a newbie can stay longer and take down at least 1 fighter.” I replied to him, he let a few seconds pass before speaking. 

“The first time in more than a year, it’s a good one, get out of there and rest a little bit.”

I walk out of the room and as take my first steps in the hallway, I see Jill and Barry waiting for me; Barry Holland (White Tiger) it’s Jill’s partner, everyone in our generation said they have a funny call signs, both of them in the ground are cute and funny as kittens. I tried to avoid them, but Barry saw me. “Don’t even try.” I stop and low my head. 

“It was a good Sky, believe it, just a tough scenario.” Jill continues. “You lasted more than me my first time, even with doubts, you're still kicking ass.” I scoff and walk away. 

“I need to rest guys, thanks.”

The rest of day passed smoothly, and when I left, I avoid everyone in the base, I just need time to get straight my mind one more time, I call a taxi but not for home, I asked him leaving me in the beach near to the a little store, where I bought a couple of beers and sit in the sand watching the waves come and go.

I receive a message from my parents asking me if I’m okay, of course they already know how bad those tests were. 

“Of course.” Was my only reply. When I put my phone in my bag, I found the little pendant that Riley gave me 4 years ago, a little F-14.

“An F-14, nice touch.” I heard someone speaking behind me, but I was too tired to turn around, so I drank my beer. 

“Yes, I know.”

 “Are you planning to get into the navy?” I scoff and laugh, but I remember I don’t have my uniform. 

“Well, you can say that.” Another sip. “But it isn’t getting easier.” I hear him moving but when I grab another can of beer, I realize he is sitting next to me, but I don’t mind looking at him just opening my next can of beer. 

“Drinking won’t help you.” I laugh and turn my head to look at him, what a surprise when in front of my eyes was the well-known famous. Bradly Bradshaw (Rooster). “And getting drunk maybe should be your last option.” He says to me, taking the can of my hands and putting along the 3 empty ones. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I turned my head away, and suddenly I felt really shy. 

“No, no, it’s ok, sorry, today, well… it wasn’t my day.” My years, it hasn’t been my years. I remained silent because nothing good came to my head until he spoke one more time.

“How many times have you tried?” I bit my lips. “Get in.” 

I’m not in the mood for playing games. 

“I’m a pilot.” I say and stand up shaking the sand of my jeans, and I see him perplexing. “Are you?” He asks me, stand too, I grab my bag and put the empty cans inside. 

“I am.” He watches me with narrow eyes as he starts to apologize I cut him. “No, please, it’s ok, honestly lately I stopped feeling like one.” He keeps quiet then I feel my phone buzz. I look at the screen, my father is calling. “I have to go, but thanks for the advice.” I giggle and start to walk.

“Rooster!” He says before I can stop to hear him. “I think we have seen each other before, right?!” I turn not to stop walking and salute in a casual way, two fingers to the forehead to the sky. 

“I ask for a sign, Riley, not a potential problem.” I spoke with Riley while I left my trash in the container.

*Rooster POV*

“Rooster!” Phoenix shouted from top of her airplane. 

“Sorry, sorry, what do you say?” Phoenix shakes her head. “Are you ok?” I shake my head. 

“Yeah, fine.” She looks at me suspiciously but doesn't dig deeper.

The lonely pilot, in my mind, seems too fragile at that moment looking at the sea and grabbing her necklace like she is holding her life on it. I can bet my life I’ve seen her, but her name slips every time.

“Y/N, Skyhook!”

[whysojiminimnida]

I Got Tea Spilled On Me (TL;DR) ft. Kev, X, AND ME ON SOME BULLSHIT and People Who Know Things

DISCLAIMER: this entire post was drafted on at least two different dates and IT IS A WHOLE MESS OF OPIATES and so dates, times, even events are probably mixed up like an overshaken martini. I apologize. LET'S READ MY HORRIBLE BRAIN NOW: I got tea spilled on me and I was not gonna mention it. See, confidentiality is a thing, as is privacy, and I have been in the midst of cancer-y type major surgery and on SUPER DRUGS so I felt it unwise. Believe me when I say I was unwise to the tune of many purchased items, so I hadda keep my trap shut. (I may still be on drugs at the time of this writing I didn't expect so many drugs. Be patient with me plskthx) KEVIN CAME TO SEE ME Y'ALL! Bitch flew over here and took a couple days to come give me ALL THE HUGS and ALL THE KISSES and can I just say that he is quite frankly super-ass annoying when he's being Gay Oppa. We think Jungkook has a hyung kink? NO THIS GUY OMG SO MUCH TESTOSTERONE STOPPP ANYWAY

We have decided "Jiminesque" is my new favorite adjective. BUT YOU DON'T CARE YOU ARE HERE FOR TEA AND I'MMA GIVE YOU SOME I WROTE THE FOLLOWING A FEW WEEKS AGO LET ME LIVE:

So okay. We know there was a recent Hobi JITB party but what you did not know was X was there and Knows Things and so I was like "give me all the gossip" and he was drunkish and feeling kindly so. Here's what I HEARD but this is a no sources no receipts household WRITE THAT DOWN AND REMEMBER IT

Also I am currently high as shit on legal drugs because doctors be doctoring and then I'll be high for like a week in a few days because ya girl is coming home from the hospital with a morphine pump PRAY FOR ME ANYWAY it went like this:

Jungkook was fairly drunk. I mean this goes without saying, everyone was drunk, some of y'all have seen the guy who was literally pouring what might have been decent bourbon down his own throat straight from the bar, you do the math. But Koo was having a Good Time. Jimin drank more but got less hammered. I feel like it usually goes down like that, Jimin seems to have a shark's liver or something. He got the good booze gene and JeiKei got the gene for holy water sweat.

Please remember that in Korea, this is not unusual or even undesirable behavior. It's just how they do things, there. Unclench, if need be. Drop the pearls, Mildred, it's fine.

Everyone had fun except Yoongi who wasn't there obviously.

The Jeon-Parks did arrive together, although they entered the party slightly seperately. It's hard to explain but I guess everyone got styled at work at the same time but didn't all go into the room at the same time? Anyway, once they were in the same room it was all bets off and they stayed in each other's orbit, Satellite Jeon in full effect. X called it "business manners but also not entirely business", whatever the hell that means.

As nearly as I can tell, that means that they tried to stay in their own space and, um, failed. I feel like this is probably true based on the pics I saw. But what about that bit in the corner though, I asked, and I was told

That it was definitely a bit of an intimate moment but it was totally not the only one. It just happened to be caught on camera and SO DID SOME OTHER MOMENTS WE HAVEN'T SEEN YET. Because let's be honest, cameras everywhere. But this one: Jungkook walked up as Jimin was talking and working on about his severalth glass of champagne and Koo just not even bothered slid his hand right where it goes, I guess, onto Jimin's waist and leaned in to talk to his man like it wasn't a thing. And nobody in the room blinked BECAUSE THIS IS NORMAL.

So I go, SO "you're telling me that the Jeon Parks are not exactly hiding things anymore" and X GOES LIKE THIS

"THEY DON'T NEED TO HIDE AROUND THEIR FRIENDS, SILLY" and "literally most of the guest list already knows this, it's not like a super secret in the industry, DUH"

Well FINE just tell me what we already knew then Xie DAMN So I go 'but Eunwoo" and X just shut my ass DOWN.

"This is normal skinship, GOD YOU PEOPLE" the bitch you peopled me and that is mean. Kevin told me to "stop being so white jagi-ah" LIKE HOW but FINE it's all good, we talk like this to each other.

THEY HAD ARSON CANDLES KIDS. ARSON. CANDLES. So I asked about the Taekook vibe and, like, there were a few friendly moments at the party:

But beyond what one could possibly rudely refer to as *choke* fanservice for the cameras, there was very little maknae line interaction on the evening in question. Now the way X put it (he didn't say fanservice that was all me) it sounded kinda sus and I said as much. And it's... Apparently, kids, Taehyung has a (GASP) girlfriend?? FOR REAL. And she's famous (but not at the party tho) and she has been the subject of rumors as recently as May. And it is, also a total rumor, fairly serious. So between that and the reported data that Tae has been a little bit of a little shit where the Jeon-Park household is concerned, there was a touch of freeze happening at this party. Which was noticeable because usually Jimin and Tae are pretty tight regardless, but not on this night. I have no receipts for this -- it could be bullshit -- but the way X was talking I think it's worth watching anyway. MAYBE I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT IDK IDK I'M NOT POSTING THIS ANYWAY I AM NOT A TAE ANTI I LOVE HIM I WANT HIS SURPRISINGLY HETERO ASS TO BE HAPPY LET HIM LIVE HAPPILY AND GET OFF MY DICK OKAY (Psst look at the girlfriend):

I'm not the first person to mention it, either. They've apparently been a thing since before the LA concerts is all I'm saying.

ANYWAY WHERE WAS I So Jimin and Jungkook were hanging out with their friends, and holding hands in corners and kinda being boyfies but they got noticed a bit and told to CHILL BRO so they chill bro'd. X says they had a pretty good time even with the orbiting and it was a really good party. Jimin was VERY popular. Lots of selfies with the hoi polloi.

SO I GO "But but but what about Hobi? IT WAS HIS DAMN PARTY. AND WHO THE HELL IS IRENE KIM ANYWAY"

"Oh Irene's great, they're besties, they hang out" SO I GO "You sure that's all it is because your girl looks happy" and he goes "They're honestly just buds. She's like his you if Hobi was a bisexual Kev" and, well, okay. That makes perfect sense to me. WAIT. BACK UP. SAY AGAIN. HOBI'S OPENLY BISEXUAL? "Hobi's always been bisexual, jeezus. Calm down, this is not exactly new information," says Man With Apparently Normal Information I Do Not Have Access To On A Usual Day. Like we all been knew I guess but I don't know how to function with an actual man on the inside. SHUT UP I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT. THAT'S IT I AM DONE I CAN'T BE HERE ANYMORE. I'll see y'all when I'm actually allowed to speak on things.

[sapphire-weapon]

First off i wanted to say i appreciate you always sharing your true opinion without muddying it up too much or trying to appease people. The honesty is very refreshing!

Okk anyway i keep seeing this take going around and wanted to know your thoughts on it (i have my own, but):

Leon in infinite darkness asks shen may out to dinner once and then later is looking forward to dinner with Claire. Do you see both of these incidents as platonic? The first one reads as flirting to me and the last one seems like an intentional ship tease from the writers (before uh, yknow, making the encounter end on a sour note... look, that one hug they share when leon saves her is ship tease 100% they know what theyre doing)

A lot of people seem to think he is just innocently wanting a meal and I kind of get that vibe with Claire I guess but... ... ... ANYWAY what are your thoughts. I think people are just simply afraid of whore leon

The way I look at it is that my goal first and foremost is to analyze the story text in a serious way -- and it's impossible to have a productive conversation about narrative, characterization, and use of literary tropes if I treat every single possible interpretation of the text as valid. There needs to be some uniformity to what I'm saying, or else there's no point in having the conversation.

That, and I also feel like there's no point in having this little community at all if we can't be honest with each other. Friendships aren't built on uwu. They're built on a sincere exchange of common interests and ideas.

So, I'm really grateful that we've all found each other. It's been so fucking awesome to meet so many people who are genuinely interested in a literary analysis of RE's story and want to brainstorm ideas and piece through things together as a team -- because this has never been my experience in RE fandom before, over the full 25 years that I've been here.

I love u all very much ❤

Ok, so as for your actual question --

I pretty much agree with your interpretation of what's going on there.

People really need to get the fuck over this weird, puritanical pearl-clutching they're doing and being scandalized by OG Leon being a slut canonically. OG Leon tries to fuck Hunnigan at one point, for god's sake.

Because, like. If you try to handwave away or whitewash the way that Leon is pure testosterone; he's a walking hard-on looking for a hole throws himself at people, you're erasing and overlooking a really big part of his character.

Leon is lonely and he fucking hates himself.

The way that this manifests/the way that he expresses this is different between Remake and OG, but that fact about him never goes away. Remake Leon puts up walls and self-isolates as though he's trying to protect everyone around him from the misfortune of having to know him, but OG Leon does the opposite. OG Leon is constantly giving more and more of himself away in the hopes that, eventually, there'll be nothing left.

So, there's a few different things going on there when he asks out Shen May and then Claire in ID.

With Shen May -- yes, he is actually asking her out. That is a legitimate offer for a date that he will go into with the intention of putting the moves on her and having it end in sex.

He does this not just because she's a hot girl -- though, of course he does think she's a hot girl -- he does it because he feels enough of a connection to her that, if she were to go out with him once, he could use that as a way to trick himself into thinking he's still worth other people's time -- even if for just a few hours. Again: he's really fucking lonely. No one person ever stays in his life long enough to form a meaningful relationship with him (platonic or otherwise), but if he can take a girl out to dinner -- hey, that's something, right?

And if he were to actually fuck her, he'd be able to lose himself in her wants and desires for long enough that he can forget how much he fucking hates himself. If he were to feel her hands on his body, he would actually feel wanted for a change. And if he were to make her come, he would feel needed -- and, if he were to make her come more than once, that would be even better. (Remember: Leon is "The Protector." He needs to be needed. He's probably the master of foreplay and will tease and touch and put his mouth on a partner for well over an hour before he actually fucks them.)

And, ever since being kidnapped by the CIA, the only way that Leon has ever been needed or wanted or useful in any way has been through physical means and the use of his body. That's why he defaults to sex as a coping mechanism before he gives up and just starts drinking. He might not have any value as a person, but as a physical body and an object -- well, that's a different story.

Leon objectifies himself, is what I'm saying.

With Claire, though, it's a little bit different.

Yes, it's ship bait -- but it's very mild ship bait, because the context for this one is way different.

Leon isn't being sincere with Claire when he says what he says. He knows that Claire didn't call him or meet up with him because she wants to go out with him or is looking for a booty call. He's not stupid (mostly).

Leon is being sarcastic and self-deprecating when he tells Claire that he was hoping she was going to want to get dinner with him. It's a sad joke to him, because, in his mind, the thought that Claire would be interested in him at all is actually ridiculous.

Because Claire knows him in ways that Shen May didn't. He can't charm his way into Claire's panties by pretending that he's something more than -- or that he's someone -- that he's not.

Claire doesn't need him -- Claire has never needed him, and Leon has absolutely no reason to believe she wants him, either.

What good is he to her, really, when she already knows the truth? She knows that Leon's only real use is as a weapon -- that he's not good for literally anything outside of an active bioterrorism situation. She knows that he fucks up everything he ever tries to do in his personal life. So, why would she want him? Why would she ever want him?

She doesn't. That's why she's about to disappear from his life again for maybe another six years. Maybe more. Because he's not worth being around.

At least, that's what his brain tells him.

It's a really self-defeating mindset that turns into a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Him talking about getting dinner with Claire is a joke, and the punchline is his own opinion of himself.

[rosenbergamot]

I loved your trans grian fic sososo much!!!! I was wondering what trans headcanons you have for the hermits?

AWWW yay im so happy tysm im glad u liked it!!!! and thanks for asking me this HEHEH i am so happy to talk ab trans headcanons. they are Under The Cut !!!!

- generally i see Scar as being transneutral or sometimes transmasc but i feel like his gender identity is so like. nebulous and impacted by him being a vex hybrid (which is . the main HC for me w scar) and being generally Removed from that culture that it just…. feels so right for him to be transneutral. i feel like he uses all pronouns but is especially fond of he/him primarily bc of like. fictional heroes and people he looks up to?? do u get me?? he is also very audhd to me so this plays into it as well.

- grian is so transmasc to me like. he generally presents masculine but he really does fuck around with the gender binary. he gives me the vibes of someone who wouldn’t change their gender marker so he can get into bars for cheaper

- pearl it/she truther here. i love the idea of pearl with top surgery but she didnt get nipples. that is so special to me. pearl who is generally Alien feeling out of place with any gender perceived to be “”normal”” and so its like “alright guess i’ll have. none of that thanks”

- on my document for trans hcs i just put “joe hills - joe hills, all pronouns” so. thats how i feel about joe hills.

- it/he jevin is all i have written for jev. yeah.

- my fav hc for iskall is they primarily use they/them but will let u use he/him or she/her ONLY if its funny in the moment. if its for the bit its allowed.

- stress is a transwoman to me like generally quite binary but she uses she/her and so many cute neos. Nothing else JUST she/her and neos she finds cute.

- cub is my fav binary trans man. u KNOW he made his own testosterone and was like “this shit goes hard” and shared it with scar. cub the resident ethically ambiguous endocrinologist

- i love the idea of surgeries being like. just code. just change someones code. but i also love going off server to get a surgery or GOD FORBID having one of the hermits do it like can u IMAGINE “i want bottom surgery who do i go to?” “well cub knows about hormones and has many sharp objects laying around?? oh and zedaph put me into a rat maze to see how long i would take to find cheese last week maybe u can try them???” FLDKFJF

i donr want this to be too long but . yes. thank u very much. i have so many thoughts

[sweetwhispersofchaos]

Top Gun Rocktober

Here it is @roosterforme. Entry one of two for your Top Gun Roctober event! Hangman did Phoenix dirty. Now it's her turn to pay him back!

Song: I Hate Myself For Lovin You by Joan Jett Characters: Hangman x Phoenix, Hangman x OC (female pilot) Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI. Smut. Cussing. Cheating.

Word Count: 4285

Story and Graphic by Me :)

               Deep down she knew he would be there. If there was some sort of secret mission and she was called for it, then surely, he would as well. It only made sense considering his prolific career up to that point. Smug son-of-a-bitch. 

So, when Phoenix heard that arrogant southern drawl ask, “What do we have here?” over the hubbub of the bar, she wasn’t surprised even though chills ran down her spine. Jake “Hangman” Serasin had been her first, last, and only mistake in her Naval career. Her very first day of flight school a gorgeous blonde with a smile to die for sauntered up to her and she was putty. Phoenix swore to herself when she arrived at the Naval Academy things would be all business, all the time. If she was going to be a fighter pilot and maybe someday an admiral in the US NAVY, she didn’t have time to screw around. That was before Jake came crashing into her life, guns blazing.

If she had known he was going to be the very definition of a playboy, she would never have gotten involved. In fact, if she had known exactly how bad things would become, she would have run him over on the tarmac with a plane and lived happily in the brig forever.

Contrary to popular belief, Phoenix was a girly girl. She grew up studying ballet, was prom queen, and loved shopping. She wasn’t an airhead by any stretch, she graduated as valedictorian after all, but still lived up to the stereotypical female persona, especially in high school. So, when she chose to go the military route, everyone she knew was stunned. A chance meeting with a NAVY pilot on career day got her attention her sophomore year and she began to research more about the branch and being a fighter pilot. She had always been a risk taker. Cliff diving at the lake with her friends, bungee jumping with her older brother for her 16th birthday, and racing dirt bikes were just some of her more notable near-death experiences before the age of 18. Flying jets for the military just seemed like another notch on her death-defying antics belt.

Her parents weren’t amused, but they got over it when she was accepted to the United States Naval Academy. She traded in her pretty dresses and dance costumes for a uniform and never looked back. She worked harder than ever at school but even then, her weekends were usually spent with other female midshipmen getting studying over pedicures, coffee, or while watching the latest chick flick. Uniform or not, she was still the same old girly Natasha.

Jake Serasin would break her of her frivolous ways and harden her forever.

She would never forget that very first conversation…

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. And you are?”

She saw him and her inside turned instantly to jelly. This wasn’t happening. Was anyone else warm or just her? This was silly but her body was betraying her, clammy palms and sweat pearling on her forehead.

He held his large hand out to her, and she took it, praying this God of a man with his piercing green eyes and chiseled jaw couldn’t feel how sweaty her palm was. Then he stood there holding her hand and staring at her with an expectant smile. It took a moment for her brain fog to clear and realize he was waiting for an answer.

“Uhh, oh, um sorry. I’m Ensign Trace. Natasha Trace. Most call me Nat.”

“Well Ensign Trace Natasha Nat. I’m Jake Serasin and it is an absolute pleasure to meet such a beautiful creature amongst all the testosterone wanderin’ around here.”

Nat was mortified as she felt the heat of a blush creep up her neck from under her flight suit. Seriously Trace? Get it together. She removed her hand and gave him a small smile.

“Bet that lines worked before?”

Jake feigned hurt. “You wound me.”

Nat crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that.” And Jake went back to grinning from ear to ear.

“So where did you go to school Trace?”

“Annapolis.”

He let out a low whistle. “Damn sweetheart, that’s impressive.”

“Thanks. It was fun. What about you?”

“Longhorn’s baby. University of Texas.” He threw up his hand in the hook ‘em horns gesture with a cringe face and Natasha couldn’t help but giggle.

“I take it you’re from Texas then?”

“Absolutely. Born and raised and damn proud of it.”

“I can tell.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Nat blushed more. As strong as she was, Jake Serasin was internally making a mess of her. And what was worse is she knew he knew.

“So, how about dinner this weekend? We can chat first week and go from there?”

Holy cow, that was forward. All sorts of warning bells were going off in her head, but she did what she typically did when something dangerous presented itself to her, she ignored the bells and jumped in headfirst.

“Sure, why not?”

That’s how it all started. Their days were spent in training, their nights together studying, both their books and each other. He did things to her that she never knew were possible. It was scorching and she missed it more than she cared to admit. He took incredible care of her in the bedroom and their intense relationship carried over into the air. Engines revved, and not just the planes, after burners full throttle as soon as they got through the door after a day of flying. But that was before he took her for a ride she hadn’t asked for.

Crossing the bar, she steeled herself, not willing to give away anything to the asshole.

“…fellas, this is Bagman.”

Her mind was racing ninety to nothing. Natasha kept repeating “don’t give him anything” over and over as a mantra during that first interaction. No matter how good he made her feel physically, he had drug her through hell and she had to stay strong. Resist and evade at all costs.

She had never been so happy to see Rooster in her whole life. If there was anyone Hangman loved to screw with more than her, it was Bradley. Rooster and Hangman’s relationship became almost volatile when all the issues between Natasha and Jake came to a head after they were all sent to Top Gun together. Serasin had betrayed Phoenix and Bradley wanted to kill the bastard for it. Nat attempted to communicate with her eyes for Rooster to play it cool. Whatever they were here for was important and killing Jake wasn’t a good idea.

Once Rooster moved to the piano Natasha did her best to avoid the handsome blonde, which was easier said than done when her body continued to betray her. All she wanted to do was slip into his embrace again and she was angry at herself for even thinking it. “He treated you like crap Trace, knock it off” she thought to herself.

Once the group of aviators had their fill of drinks, songs, and games, they paid their tabs and began to meander outside to their vehicles. As Natasha walked along with her new WSO Bob, their light conversation was interrupted by a stout arm wrapping around her shoulders. She stopped dead in her tracks, watching Bobs eyes grow wide behind his spectacles.

Phoenix groaned as she stopped, but she didn’t fight the arm around her shoulders. She missed that feeling, her petite body wrapped in his warmth. Focus Trace.

With as much disdain as she could muster, she let out a lazy “What do you want Bagman?”

“Aw don’t be like that Phoenix. Can’t a pilot miss his favorite wingwoman? Show a little enthusiasm for her return?”

Yes. Yes, he can. Ugh she shouldn’t even think that, but he smelled so good, sandalwood and sunscreen, and her mind began to wander. Thinking of his big hands travelling over her body, heat beginning to rise under the collar of her khaki shirt.

“If you don’t take your hands off of me right this second, I’ll show you what real enthusiasm looks like.” She shot back in a sweet sing-song voice.

For just a moment hurt flashed in the emerald orbs staring at her, his grin faltering some. Before he could say anything though, Rooster marched up from out of nowhere with steam rolling from his ears. Natasha needed to end this and pronto before a parking lot brawl erupted.

She slid out of his embrace, taking a step towards Bob and put her hand on Bradley’s heaving chest just as he came to a stop toe to toe with Hangman.

“Let it go Rooster, he’s not worth it.” She spat. There it was again, that faint look of hurt in the faltering green eyes.

A few seconds of tense silence passed as the two men stared each other down, then Rooster took a step back.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go.” He said as he turned on his heel. She gave a nervous look to Bob then nodded her head encouraging him to follow Rooster. Once both men turned their backs, she began to follow, wagering a hesitant look over her shoulder after a few steps. All she saw was a pretty green eye give her a wink.

****

The first day of this mission was brutal. Phoenix hurt all over. Right down to her eyelashes. Maverick and kicked their asses and even Jake had shut up. Some.

Phoenix hustled through the locker room and out of the hangar as fast as she could once they were dismissed, hoping like hell to avoid Hangman. He literally hung her out to dry, per usual, in the air and she was so angry she could spit nails. He always did this to her. Butter her up just to use her like a door mat. She let it happen over and over again and she was embarrassed that she fell for it again right off the bat today. Especially with her new back seater in tow. As quiet as he is though, he fired back at Bagman, and she appreciated that he was a quick learner.

Luck wasn’t on her side though right now. Jake was waiting outside the front door of the hangar as she attempted her quick getaway.

“Hey firebird, sorry for today. Guess I just couldn’t wait to do my thang with that prick Maverick. Forgot to include you in the fun. Can you forgive me?” He was following her down the sidewalk as she rolled her eyes and tried to press on to her car. His face looked like a sad puppy. A sad puppy who wasn’t sorry at all.

He followed her all the way across the lot and down three rows before she tossed her bag on the trunk of her car and whipped around to face him. The asshole was wearing a smug smile. He knew he was under her skin and that it bothered her.

Focus Trace, put him in his place and leave it alone.

“So, how’s Emma these days?”

Jake looked as though he took a shot directly to the chest. His charming persona faltered, and she smirked with pride.

“Out of the Navy, married with a kid. Uh, yeah.” He hesitated, obviously searching for his words. “That’s it, long gone.” he said sheepishly.

With all the sass she could muster she replied “Aww that’s too bad.”

Phoenix picked up her bag and got in her car, driving away, and leaving Hangman in her dust.

Once Natasha reached her barracks apartment, she rushed in, afraid that Jake might have followed her. She slammed the door shut, locking it with fervor before the tears started to flow.

How could she let that asshole get to her after what he did. He barely seemed remorseful and yet she missed him deeply. She HATED herself for loving him. Her body slid down the door and she sobbed into her hands, mentally beating herself up. The late nights waiting for him. His excuses. He had to work late, or a buddy needed help. His touches becoming fewer and far between. Less responses to her calls and emails while she was out to sea. Then it happened. She couldn’t forget the events of that day if she tried…

She had only been home from deployment a week. Jake had only visited her twice, rocking her world but continuing to make excuses for his absence. She was tired of waking up alone in the mornings, wondering if it was something she had done to push him away. Nat decided to surprise him at his apartment in Lemoore one afternoon in the hopes of fixing whatever was wrong. She remembered it vividly. After work she ran home to shower and put on some beautiful lingerie under a tight dress. Dousing herself in the fancy perfume he always said drove him crazy, she gave herself an approving look before dashing out the door. She stopped to pick up his favorite beer and some chocolate covered strawberries, hoping to entice him to talk.

Jake gave her a key to his place months before her deployment, so she decided to let herself in when she saw his truck in the parking lot. Maybe she would catch him in the shower and be able to extra surprise him. In her excitement she didn’t notice the little red car sitting next to his truck.

The key turned and she let herself in, going to the kitchen of his spacious apartment, placing the beer and strawberries in the fridge when she heard it. A very loud moan. The moan of a woman being pleasured. At first, she thought maybe it was coming from the apartment next door. Then it happened again even louder. Her body froze, hands clutching the kitchen counter. Her ears coming in to focus, the sounds of a bed thudding against a wall and loud cries from a woman echoed into the kitchen from the direction of Jakes bedroom. Chills crawled up Natashas spine as everything became crystal clear to her. The lack of communication, his late nights away. She was so stupid. Then she heard the most hurtful words she’d ever heard in her life.

“Jake, yes! Oh, right there! Baby, baby, tell me I’m the one. Tell me I’m the best!”

“Oh yeah, the best darlin. No one’s pussy feels like yours.”

“Not even that bitch, Trace?”

“Uggghhh not even her. She’s nothing baby. You’re the best. Ride me, gimme those perfect tits.”

Tears began to swell as her face flushed boiling hot. Nat turned on her heel and walked silently to the room, the door cracked enough that she could see a thin blonde with absolutely perfect tits bouncing up and down on Hangman. She watched in horror before bursting through the door, scaring the shit out of the bimbo, and causing Jake to almost toss the woman to the floor as he stood up in shock, fully naked, fully erect, and obviously shocked.

“How could you!” Natasha shouted, spit seething from her mouth as she shoved at Jakes’ arm while he bounced up and down on one leg trying to put his underwear on.

He let out a nervous chuckle. “Natasha, baby. I thought you had a late flight. This means nothing. It was a one-time thing. I’m sorry! Don’t be mad.” He stood up in front of her, a smirk on his face. “You know, you could come join us!”

She saw red. The ho on the other side of the bed stood stark naked, a bemused look on her face.

“Jakey baby, she probably couldn’t keep up.”

At the sound of the voice Nat’s blood went ice cold. She knew that voice. Up to this point she hadn’t paid any mind to the faceless bag of breasts. Her eyes slowly turned to lock eyes with the chick and Nat let loose a low snarl. Emma Farmer. Lieutenant Emma Farmer. Callsign Blondie. He was fucking a WSO from another squad. The little shit had humped everyone who flew in a plane and then some.

“You BITCH!” Natasha spat as she made to run across the room. A strong arm shot out, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her out of the room as the harlot stood with her hands on her hips, laughing. “You snooze you lose Phoenix.” The other aviator hissed with a smirk. “He needs a real woman.”

Natasha raged as Jake pulled her from the room. He told her maybe she should go. That SHE should go. She was floored. He asked for his key back and walked her to the door. Phoenix was a sobbing mess, asking why, but he wouldn’t answer her. Just said it wasn’t working for him and he would see her at work. That simple. Two years of what she thought was the start of forever, tossed aside from some tacky twat with tits.

The moment she walked out of his place her heart hardened; a piece of it broken forever. She was so angry at him and angry at herself because all she wanted to do was run back to him. Rooster spent weeks comforting her while threatening to kill Hangman in some very creative ways. It wasn’t long after that Rooster and Hangman were both sent to other Naval Air Stations, leaving her alone to deal with her conflicting feelings. Until she walked into the Hard Deck the night before she hadn’t seen either of them in a couple of years. Now she was sitting on the floor crying and she was so mad at herself for it.

Nat wiped her face, setting her jaw. Two could play this game. She wasn’t the silly little girl he left behind. She was smart, calculating, and tougher than ever before. Instead of going down that road again she decided to do what any shrewd woman would do: get even.

She picked up her phone and found his name in her contacts list. The phone rang twice before that suave voice answered.

“Change your mind?”

“Mhmm. Half an hour?”

“Come on over, you know where to find me.” Then the line clicked dead, and a wicked grin crossed her face. Tonight, the bastard was going to get what he deserved once and for all.

*****

Half an hour later Phoenix had showered, threw on the same little black dress from that fateful night, dabbed some of the expensive perfume behind her ears and set off.

One knock and Jake opened the door, his arm coming to rest on the top of the door frame, posing in front of her in nothing but a pair of very loose sweatpants. He grinned his famous Cheshire cat grin at her and whistled.

“Wow.” Was all he said, his eyes drinking her in from top to bottom. She played coy, ducking her head in a flirtatious manner as she passed him. No sooner was the door closed that he was on her. His huge arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his chest. His warm lips connected to the skin at the base of her neck and she moaned. Involuntarily. Focus woman, you’re on a very important mission. She wiggled into him and his hands began to roam up and down her body. Her dress had very thin straps and it took him no time to slide them down her arms along with the top of the dress, revealing her breasts. His hands caressed them roughly then he started to work her nipples while slowly nudging her towards his couch.

Once they reached the piece of furniture he released her, moving to sit down. He stared at her chest while patting his lap. She gave him a smirk and a wink, then slowly slid her tight dress up her thighs until her nether region was barely visible. Jake reached around, cupping her ass cheeks in his hands and pulling her down onto his lap. She immediately felt his hardening erection through the sweat pants.

His hands were back on her breasts in an instant and he leaned forward to begin sucking on one nipple. Her brain was going hazy. She was grinding her wet pussy onto his lap and he was growling every time she did. Jakes hands slid up to her neck, grabbing her a little rough and pulling her down for hot kiss. It was hard and all tongue and Natasha had to really focus not to give in. He wasn’t worth it, this wasn’t what she thought it was. Stay the course.

While he kissed her, tiny hands wandered to the waist band of the pants. She made quick work, pulling out his dick and running her hand slowly from tip to balls. He nipped at her bottom lip as she began to pump him.

“Ahhh yes mam. Just like that.” He said with a twinkle in his eye. He sat back, placing his hands behind his head, obviously enjoying the show.

“Oh you like that? Just you wait.” She slid off his lap, coming to rest with her knees on the floor between his legs. Before he could say another word she licked up his shaft. Jake shuddered and she smiled at him wickedly.

“I seem to remember someone really likes to have his cock sucked?” she asked before she took him all the way in her mouth, his head hitting the back of her throat. She couldn’t keep up huh? She gave head like a porn star and she knew it. The hisses and growls coming from Jake told her he was enjoying her ministrations. One of her hands cupped his balls while the other drug her nails down his chest. Her head bobbed up and down, tongue licking precum before returning to deep throat him. If only he knew what was coming, and it wasn’t him.

She started to feel his balls clench and she knew he was getting close. Nat continued to work on him until he was stuttering. When she knew he was right there on the cusp she pulled off with a pop. His eyes flew open in panic, but she only stood, still giving him an evil smirk. She turned around with a sultry wiggle and bent forward, giving him a full view of her wet pussy.

“Beautiful.” He said and he did exactly what she thought he would, leaning forward and lapping at her slit, giving her a shudder. “But it would look better wrapped around my dick.”

Nat flipped her head sideways to look at him with a smile. “I think so too.” This was it. Now or never.

Hangmans hands grabbed at her hips and moved her backwards. Instead of coming down onto his dick though, she sat back on his stomach, his dick standing at attention between her legs, right up against her dripping opening. She used her hands to pump him again, let his cock slide against her slick opening.

“Oh baby, that’s just cruel.”

She let an evil giggle loose. “You know you like it.”

He didn’t have to say anything though. The way he was bucking his hips told her everything she needed to. It would be so easy to slip him in. Abort the plan. But then he would win and that was absolutely not happening.

Natasha cupped his balls again as she rode him, listening to his pants become more and more shallow. Jake continued to babble and buck, sputtering something about her teasing him. The more he babbled, the more she worked him against her slick core. This was it, she could feel his balls tightening again.

“Phoenix, Phoenix. I’m gonna cum. Get that pussy on me baby. Please? Please? I need it so bad.” He was right where she wanted him, begging for her. Begging for mercy.  

“You want this pussy?” she asked in a husky voice; his only response was a strained whimper. She pumped and pumped then rose up and he sucked in a breath. She knew he thought she was about to slam down on him. Instead, she took a few steps forward, pulling her straps up and wiggling the dress down as she moved. Natasha whipped around and leaned in, coming face to face with his shocked expression.

“You know. On second thought? Forget it. I don’t really like sloppy seconds.” She said as she patted his cheek. Then she grabbed her keys and phone and exited the apartment quickly, shaking her hips the whole way.

There, enjoy your blue balls asshole, she thought.

Once she was back in her room she took a cold shower, feeling proud of herself for controlling the hunger she had for him and sticking it to the jerk once and for all. If he thought he was going to keep using her as a personal door mat, he had another thing coming. Natasha found her worth, and it had nothing to do with any man. She had finally broken free of his hold.

Nat knew she was a damn good pilot, officer, and friend. Jake Serasin was nothing more than a lesson learned the hard way and a step on her path to greatness. Fuck him and his shitty behavior.

Nat crawled into bed, grabbed her favorite pink teddy bear, then texted Rooster.

“Jakes wearing my favorite color, blue” with a devil emoji.

Rooster sent back the only two words she needed. “Good girl.”

She smiled with pride, ready to take on whatever this mission had in store for her, knowing she had the upper hand now. She didn’t hate herself anymore, that’s for sure!

[superjumpintomyheart]

Pearl and Marie have so much masc swag like actually I hate them (/pos) she/him Pearl and Marie in the brain

THIS IS SUCH A BASED TAKE!!!!!!! SHE/HE PEARL I VIBE WITH SO MUCH!!!!!!! marie is like quiet masc energy where the vibe is just stoic and mysterious and pearl is like LOUD masc energy, testosterone levels maxed. i picture someone trying to hit on marina and she's like "sorry i'm taken" and the creep is like "oh yeah? where he at then?" and pearl appears and marina's like, " she's right here, he's my girlfriend" while pearl is ready to throw hands with this random dude hitting on her girl

he's my girlfriend / she's my boyfriend = the most banger phrases to ever exist <3 i love lesbians with funky pronouns bc i am a lesbian with funky pronouns <3 this blog is a safe space for lesbians with funky pronouns, always and forever <3

[bigben-810]

lgbt headcannons for abunch of sacri's shows for rainbow season ( ORGANIZED FINALLY )

spoiler alert : my projection beam went all over the place and now everyone is trans , and also went through my experiences LOL

uhhh some canon is also here

obs ( sorted in teams -> dead -> eliminated , from contesties -> hosties)

almost all of team cia are lgbt . coal is aroace , blender is gay and trans , pill bottle is gay and trans , and goldfish is bi ( achilean ) . ( pbjr is too young to identify hes literally a year old )

^ pill bottle and blender are in a romantic relationship ( specifically t4t ) .

^ goldfish also gets into a romantic relationship with palm tree .

^ pill bottle and blender also transitioned very early ( " holy shit im a guy !?!??!?!?!? " * downs a bunch of testosterone * )

all of team death are lgbt . crayon is trans and lesbian , bowl is bi ( sapphic ) , moon is gay and demiboy , and lava lamp is genderfluid and bi .

^ crayon and bowl are in a romantic relationship .

almost all of team billy are lgbt . parallelogram is pan and transfem , cup is bi and trans , and buzzery is bi as well . ( bowler is an ally )

almost all of team mean beans are lgbt . oreo is aroace and trans , house is bi , and palm tree is nonbinary and pan . ( ball is ally and questioning )

^ house and oreo are in a queer platonic relationship .

^ oreo had went through terrible gender dysphoria before figuring himself out , but he was better after getting treatment . ( * WAS * side unrelated headcannon is that he got treatment for his injuries after ribs <:` )

( this section is for dead contesties. alot of them are lgbt ) baseball bat is trans and aro and h is ace . ( barry is an ally ) .

^ baseball found out she was trans from hearing pill bottles experience , and had a mind blowing realization .

( this section is for eliminated contesties , most are lgbt ) question mark is non binary and gay , iceberg is bi and ace , cracker is bi and trans , aswell being in a relationship ( explained in next bullet point ) , card is genderqueer , notebook is non binary , bi , and ace , obj is gay , trans and genderfluid . ( headphones is an ally )

^ cracker is in a relationship with flash , who is lesbian .

^ cracker also didnt realize that she was trans until it actually started messing with her , originally she thought it was just random feeling of sadness .

^ question mark and iceberg are in a queer platonic relationship .

calculatory is gay and aromantic , as well as genderfluid .

circle is gay and trans , triangle is trans ( square is an ally and questioning ) .

^ circle has a crush on square , and its unfortunately one sides with square not having any feelings for him .

happy star is trans .

im pretty sure thats all

bfg ( sorted from contesties -> hosties )

notification bell and 8 ball are in a relationship ( both are gay ) .

lego and mattress are in a relationship ( both are bi ) .

ender pearl and bean are in a t4t relationship .

^ specifically on their sexualities , bean is bi , and ender pearl is questioning .

flash is lesbian ( and in a relationship with cracker )

fruit ninja is transfem .

blue snowball is trans and questioning .

both pb sandwich and rubber ducky are allies .

grandma is lesbian , grandpa is gay ( yes they both divorced a long time ago ) .

^ ( LMAOOOOO they didn't it was kind of a joke and i wanted to keep it xd . i dont think they were even togther in the first place lolololol )

thats it lol

5sos ( sorted in to seasons )

SEASON 1

firework is trans and gay ( later in a romantic relationship with rock ) .

potion is trans and aro .

^ ( these silly fellas are specificed since they were in season 3 , which showed more of their characters )

all other contesties are unlabeled .

SEASON 2

rock is omni ( his relationship will be explained in a bullet point for season 3 ) .

plastic cup is pan and demigirl .

marker is lesbian .

the rest are lgbt ( battle for grandma contesties ) or allies ( the rest of the other newbies , which is paper towel roll ) .

SEASON 3

rock and firework are in a romantic relationship ( explained in next bullet point ) .

^ ( ok so like I didn't mention it earlier because both did not compete in the same seasons yet . this does not also mean that both got together during this season )

boingo is trans ( bongo supports him ) .

banana is trans and gay .

^ banana is also in a romantic relationship with the money man .

paint roller and telly are trans .

^ both are also in a romantic relationship ( specifically t4t ) .

broken disc is bi and ace .

balloon is gay and fem aligned .

^ balloon and broken disc are in a romantic relationship .

thats all for 5sos as a show ( may update for 5sos4 but probably not since this was kinda for pride month ) .

burner ( sorted into teams , from contesties -> hosties )

all of the people are lgbt . erasery is non binary and aroace , hanger is aroace and agender , peanut is bi - in - questioning , playdough is gay and genderfluid ( closeted though ) , rosey is sapphic .

^ lmao peanut finds out his sexuality from playdough .

^ also , peanut and playdough later get into a romantic relationship ( after burner ) .

all of the delinquents are lgbt . limey is gay and transmasc , pilly is gay , kit is lesbian , spraypaint is bi ( specifically sapphic ) , and polaroid is bi ( specifically achilean ) .

^ kit is trying to hint out to spraypaint that she likes her , unfortunately she ignores it or gets confused .

^ thats alright though , kit and spray paint later get into a romantic relationship ( i hope tbh ,,,,,, ) .

^ limey has a crush on pilly , thankfully , its two sided ( ? )

^ limey and pilly later get into a romantic relationship ( after burner ) .

all of the strangers are lgbt . record is transfem and aroace , tissues is nonbinary and neptunic .

daddy long legs is pan , demiromantic , and ace .

recovery cube is pan .

roomy is the only ally in burner .

THIS IS LITERALLY A SOCIETY WHERE QUEER IS THE NORM AND CISHET IS A MINORITY LMAOXKKFKDKDKS

thats all

ITS FINALLY FINISHED !!! please tell me if something is morally wrong !! i will apologize and change it !!!

[brinnanza]

the way some people get about testosterone is so weird like rip to everyone else but if I ever start t it'll be explicitly for all the "gross" side effects that think pieces love to be horrified about like yes i DO want bottom growth and yes I DO want to be absolutely covered in weird gross hair the "normal" side effects are the ones I'm less concerned abt idc about my voice or my jawline or whatever. like, hell country so I have no real plans on starting t but like cis people get so pearl clutchy about testosterone making some sweet innocent child into a grubby little boy when being a grubby little boy is literally the point

[strangerthingfanfic]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

High school Dilemma chapter 4: Reality Sucks

New Year's Day

The Byers Residence

Jonathan had heard Steve get out of bed but it wasn't until he heard him throwing up that he got worried.

Running into the bathroom he pulled Steve’s hair back and wiped his face with a washcloth.

“Oh god baby what's wrong,” Jonathan asked scared for Steve’s health.

Steve didn't say anything and Jonathan wiped his face again and that's when he realized he was burning up.

Without saying a word Jonathan swooped Steve into his arms and rushed him to his car.

“Hold on babe, we are heading for the hospital now,” Jonathan said watching Steve get paler by the minute.

Unknown to him The Hargrove House was facing an emergency as well.

After Aaron left Billy went upstairs to wake Nancy who was sleeping in later than normal.

When Billy got to the room he saw that Nancy was no longer in bed and then he heard the puking.

He headed to the bathroom and there was Nancy throwing up and when she tried to stand and walk to him she passed out in his arms.

Billy yelled for Jason to get his car started and carried Nancy out.

Refusing to let her go, Billy sat in the backseat with Nancy in his lap. “It's going to be alright darling, we are almost to the hospital. Can't you drive any faster dammit” Billy growled.

“If you bark at me one more time I'm pulling the hell over at the nearest pay phone,” Jason said, shutting up his twin for the rest of the ride.

That evening

Billy and Jason had found Jonathan and both parties were awaiting word.

Nancy's mom, Karen, had come while her dad stayed to watch Nancy's little sister, Holly, and her brother Mike.

Meanwhile, Billy had called Eddie to watch Max and Pearl for them. He agreed with his dad's blessing and grabbed Aaron on his way there.

Hopper was sitting with Jonathan when Steve's mom, Jennifer showed up crying.

Finally, around 10 pm, almost twelve hours since they arrived, the doctors finally came out.

“First of all both Nancy and Steve are stable and sleeping,” the doctor said.

He then motioned for Jennifer and Jonathan to follow him. Hopper went back to support Jonathan.

“Ma'am, your son tests came back showing he is pregnant. When the staff did a scan they found that Steve had male and female parts but due to his level of testosterone his body presented as male and he didn't have periods as one normally should. Did you know that your son had both parts when he was born?” the doctor ask inquisitively.

Jennifer nodded and said “The doctor said he was but due to his high level of testosterone and other factors it should never even have been a worry so we didn't mention it to Steve.

Oh god how could this have happened I mean with two men it would be from the back right so there shouldn't have even been a chance”.

The doctor looked at Jonathan who had grabbed Hopper's hand and squeezed tightly. He was seeking emotional support and Hopper squeezed back letting him know he was there.

“We didn't know anything would happen so we played around with a baster and sperm. I'm so sorry Stevie” Jonathan said softly not to wake him up.

“It will be alright son. We are all here to help right Jennifer” Hopper said, holding his son's hand. She nodded and sat next to Steve.

“Hey Mom,” Steve said squeezing her hand.

Jennifer looked at her son and gave him a huge hug.

“I can't wait to meet our baby, Jonathan,” Steve said smiling and they couldn't wait to share the news.

Things were quite different in the other room

“Mrs. Wheeler I don't know how to tell you this but you're daughter has stage 3 breast cancer.

We recommend starting treatment immediately” the doctor said softly.

Billy slid down the wall, his knees to his chest, and dug his head into his arms.

He cried. Karen cried. The rain started to fall outside the window as if the sky itself felt their pain and cried with them.

Karen willed herself to the side of her daughter's bed where Nancy said softly “I will be ok Mom don't worry. Same goes for you Billy” she said with a laugh.

Billy willed every bone in his body to move and go sit next to Nancy and hold her hand.

“I know you will be Nance,” Billy said, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

They would tell the others later but for now being close was the only option.

June

The Harrington House

Steve thankfully hadn't really started showing by the time school ended as he wasn't ready for the whole school to know yet and Jonathan was ok with that.

He looked around at the balloons and gifts his friends brought for his baby shower.

Normally it would be done further in but with Nancy's health the way to was now was a good time because she was feeling good.

She had been dragged through hell and back. They did extensive Chemo and with a three-week break until Radiation they thought it was a good chance to let her enjoy life a bit.

Billy hovered over her like a lion protecting its cub. She kept telling him she was fine but every few minutes he would ask if she needed something.

Steve couldn't comment because Jonathan was being the same way with him. If he even coughed Jonathan would ask if he was alright and if he needed a doctor.

About an hour into the party Nancy and Steve found a quiet place to just relax.

“I'm so excited for you Steve. Your little girl is going to be absolutely beautiful” Nancy said tearing up.

“Hey Nance don't fret, you're going to beat the shit out of Cancer and I know any kids you and Billy produce will be absolutely gorgeous,” Steve said with a laugh wiping the tears from Nancy's cheek.

“I really wish I could be as positive as you Steve but I heard the main oncologist telling a doctor the cancer spread. I haven't told Billy yet it will crush him” Nancy said wrapping her arms around herself.

Steve grabbed a blanket and wrapped her tightly in it. “Nancy I know you will overcome this,” Steve said placing his head on her shoulder.

Two Months Later

Nancy lay in her hospital bed barely able to speak or stay awake. It was like all the fight had drained away.

They had started radiation but so far it was just making her feel worse every day.

Billy paced outside her hospital room because he couldn't be in there, not at that moment. He was angry. He was angry at everything and everyone.

Karen came over and placed a hand on his shoulder and e said “I know you're angry, so am I but right now Nancy needs our love and support and not our anger”.

“I know and I will be there in a minute I promise” Billy said trying hard not to break down.

When Karen had gone inside Jason, Max and Pearl came over and the four of them hugged and Billy just cried. He cried harder than he ever had.

He felt his knees buckle and he fell to the floor but he didn't fall alone, all three of his siblings followed him down, never breaking their circle.

When Billy finally found strength to go see Nancy the others stayed by his side.

“Hey Billy can I talk to you for a minute,” Aaron asked softly from behind the group.

Billy told the others to head inside and went to where Aaron was.

“Here take my crystal. Gordon said if you break it and spread the pieces over her it will cure her cancer” Aaron said handing over the crystal without hesitation.

“You barely know us and you are willing to sacrifice power for someone you don't know?” Billy asked, surprised by Aaron's gift.

“I never have had friends or family and now I have both. I will do anything to protect all of you” Aaron said and slipped past Billy and headed in to see Nancy.

That night when everyone left, Billy broke the black crystal and crushed the pieces. When he was done he spread the crushed diamond over Nancy's whole body, said a prayer for the first time in a long time and fell asleep.

A week later Nancy would be cancer free and cooing over Steve and Jonathan's baby girl, Maya Grace Hopper-Byers.

It was a sign of things looking up for them all.