I need to set the record straight for queer people who don’t have a transphobic government holding their birth certificate hostage.
In the United States the average native-born citizen can prove their definitive citizenship in terms of eligibility for work through either a birth certificate or a passport. Birth certificates are legally owned and issued by the government of the state you are born in.
I was born in Texas. Texas has banned trans people from changing our birth certificates to match our name and gender. Texas will put me on a list if I reveal I am trans in any legal way, including having ever applied to change my gender marker. I cannot change my birth certificate.
This means the only way I can prove my eligibility for work is with my passport. Without my passport, I can’t legally apply for work.
That is why the executive order banning trans people from changing our passports to match our gender identity is such a huge problem. It’s not boo hoo I can’t leave the country to go on vacation, it’s stripping me of my labor rights and daring me to work in a sweat shop if I want to survive.
And say I did want to cross the border because oh, I don’t know, fleeing to seek asylum in a new country suddenly becomes very important—wouldn’t it be a good idea to have a passport that matches my identification to show local authorities, so they don’t deport me back to America?
I know not everyone can read legalese, but I need the LGBT community to at least try to stay up to date and connect the dots on the legal ramifications of orders like this if we are going to fight back. Because frankly, my passport was recently threatened, and I was not impressed by the ignorance I was met with from cis gays and trans folks who hail from the east/west coast.
This also becomes important if they do pas the SAVE ACT.
This act will make it difficult, of not impossible, for anyone to register to vote if they have changed their name. Of you think doesn't include you.... Married, adopted, legal name change because you wanted to move away from an abusive family?.... It affects you.
We need to protect our trans brothers and sisters.
We need to fight a government that is attempting to put barriers in place on what it's citizens can and cannot do.
considering all the dark stories i have lined up, i'm calling it The Bad Men Project. 😈 i'm excited to write again, the words have been flowing (mostly dark words lol), and i'm excited to work on this project. Here are a few of the upcoming stories:
✨ "Moonlight Predators" — dark!Randy x f!Reader (sequel to "Slumber Party")
✨ "Somebody Else" — dark!Gunther x f!Reader
✨ "Buy Me Diamonds" — dark!Punk x f!Reader (age gap)
✨ "Teamwork" — dark!Punk x f!Reader x Cody (cuck!Cody series)
✨ "The Drug In Me Is You" — dark!Mox x f!Reader
✨ "Ticket To Ride" — dark!Cody x f!Reader
do you have something dark in mind or someone you wanna see written in a dark way, let me know!
Summary: Damian Priest is excellent at giving the silent treatment. You’ve tried matching his anger, giving him space, apologizing, and even crying. You’re left with no alternatives except the one thing every man loves - a blow job.
Author’s Note: Once upon a time I read an *NSYNC story with this exact concept. While filming “That’s The Way Love Goes”, JC and Lance were having a lover’s spot and JC was giving Lance the silent treatment. When there is a break and everyone leaves the set, Lance and JC stay behind where Lance drops to his knees and crawls to JC and gives him a blow job in order to end their stalemate. I kick myself everyday for not saving that story because I have never been able to find it since. Go watch that video and imagining that happening.
I still do not like writing ‘x reader’ stories. This may be my last one.
Also, a personal victory - I actually wrote just the scene! No backstory. I have no idea why they are fighting! Go me!
The air in the living room was thick. Anger hung in the room like a dark cloud promising booming thunder and wicked lightning on a hot summer day. The silence was deafening. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen mixed with the whirl of the air conditioner working overtime to bring the temperature down.
Damian sat on one end of the tan leather sectional. Cream colored pillow tucked between the arm of the couch and his side. His phone lay face down on the arm alongside the TV remote. Long legs spread wide. Feet firmly planted on the floor. His arms were folded across his chest. The position causing the black t-shirt to stretch across the hard muscles lining his chest. His tattoos bounced and rippled with each flex.
His face was a mask of fury. The impending storm cloud. Jaw locked so tight the muscle in his cheek bounced. His full lips were pressed in a firm unforgiving line. His dark eyes usually so warm were flat and lethal. Staring straight ahead at the blank TV. Unblinking.
Every inch screamed stay away or approach at your own risk. He was coiled like a snake waiting to strike.
Sometimes you were more beauty than brains. Had that masochist side that needed feeding every so often. You did love a challenge.
And that’s exactly what Damian presented right now.
Words didn’t work. You tried them all. Space didn’t work. You stayed on the opposite side of the house all day staying quiet like you weren’t even there. Tears didn’t even crack the armor and you hated crying.
He was impenetrable.
Except…
You dropped to your knees. The laminate unforgiving and made you damn your decision on settling for the place with hardwood instead of carpet. But you pushed on. Your hands hit the floor. Your hair falling over your shoulders as you crawled toward the couch. Movements were slow and deliberate. Your hips swaying. You locked your eyes on him.
Damian didn’t move. There was not even an ounce of relaxation in his posture. The muscle ticked in his cheek again. His eyes dropped to you though. Still every bit as dangerous. Almost daring you to keep moving.
You did. Waving that red flag in front of the bull.
Coming to a stop between his legs your palms rested on his knees before you slowly moved them up his thighs. The denim of his black jeans was rough on your soft skin. Muscles hard beneath your touch. The air grew thicker but Damian didn’t move. Didn’t even flinch.
“I know you’re pissed,” your voice was soft. Even. Maybe a little hopeful. “And I’m sorry. I am.” You apologized again but Damian’s eyes didn’t even flicker. “I’m going to fix this the only way you’ll let me.”
You shifted closer; thighs against the front of the couch. Damian’s knees on either side of you. Your hands ran down his thighs and then back up. The touch light. Fingers brushed against his belly. The black t-shirt he wore soft to the touch from years of washing.
The button of his jeans popped free and the zipper lowered slowly. Damian made no move to help. He actually stared straight ahead. Not once acknowledging you were on your knees before him currently dipping your hand in his briefs pulling his cock free.
His cock was warm in your hand. Already hardening because his body was a traitor even while he was holding on to his pride. You gave a soft lazy stroke as you slowly licked your lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” your voice came out husky. He could pretend to be unaffected but you were turned on. Your mouth filled with saliva and you could feel the phantom weight of his cock already on your tongue.
You leaned in drawing your tongue in a perfect line from root to tip where you slowly swirling around the tip slow and filthy. His breath hitched. You barely caught it but you did. The sound hit deep in your belly.
You purred as you gave another lazy tug. “That’s it…” you closed your lips around the head sucking gently. Your tongue licking up the bead of pre come already gathered. “Pretend you don’t want this. Pretend it doesn’t turn you on to see me on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”
You took him in then. Sinking all the way down until you met your hand. No teasing. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked. Hard. Your hand twisted at his base. The room no longer silent. Wet obscene sounds pushed out the silence. You moaned around him feeling his hips jerk at the vibration. Involuntary or not, it felt like victory. Like the first crack in that impenetrable armor.
“I love feeling you harden in my mouth,” you pulled off him with a pop. His cock shiny with spit. Your hand continued to work him. Long quick strokes from root to tip. A glance showed him still practicing the feigned indifference. Arms crossed. Art dancing on his arms as his muscles tensed in the effort to keep it up.
You let him continue playing. This time you took him deeper in your mouth. Your nose brushing the trimmed hair framing the base. Then you swallowed. Your throat squeezing around him. Your eyes watered with the movement and you looked up at him through your lashes.
His eyes were closed.
His breathing heavier.
His resolve was slowly cracking.
You pulled back tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. Then pressed back down. You worked him relentlessly with a single minded focus. Your hand wrapped around the base working in succession with your mouth. It turned messy. Spit rolled down your chin dropping onto his jeans. The material darkened against the wetness. Each slurp of your mouth caused your pussy to clench. You shifted on your knees searching for pressure or relief you weren’t sure.
Damian’s cock swelled in your mouth, growing heavier on your tongue. He was leaking. Your tongue swiped over his head picking up his essence. You moaned around him. Your free hand gripped his thigh. The muscles were bunched tightly showing you the considerable amount of effort it was taking him to keep appearing unaffected.
You popped off his cock once more. Your hand working the base as you teased the head again. Swirling over the tip in teasing strokes. Loosening your grip to lick root to tip. Saliva pooled in your mouth and you let it fall from your lips and drip down over the tip. It rolled down his hard length until your hand swept it up. The glide smooth.
You swallowed him down. More spit accumulating. The sounds lewd. Your tongue continued to swirl as you sank deeper. Your nose hit his pubic hair again and you pulled up a little before sinking back down again. Your throat worked over time. You pushed passed your gag reflex. Tears rolled down your cheeks.
Looking up through your lashes again, you saw Damian staring at you this time. He was still trying so hard to stay detached. Sharp jaw clenched tight hidden by the dark stubble. Brows drawn down in harsh lines. Arms still crossed over his broad chest; fingers digging into his biceps. His eyes though…
They still held the raw anger from earlier but a heat now joined. The hunger bled in around the edges no matter how hard he tried to fight. A raw need flickered in his eyes every time you sucked a little harder.
It was a battle and you weren’t stopped until the armor shattered completely.
Your jaw ached. Your knees screamed. You didn’t stopped. Your movements escalated. You took him deeper and faster. Messier. Every time he hit the back of your throat you moaned. He was leaking heavily.
You felt the tremor beneath the hand that gripped his thigh. A thrill rushed through you.
Then finally… finally!… you felt his hand drop on the back of your head. His long fingers tangling in your hair. Not pushing. Not yet. Just resting.
A roar of victory echoed in your head but you didn’t let it show. You continued to work him. Hard pressure. Cheeks hallowing. Throat squeezing. Hand stroking up and down in time with your mouth.
Damian’s hips rolled once. The movement so slight you couldn’t tell. Then again. He pressed up sending his cock deeper into your mouth as his fingers tightened in your hair. You moaned; your eyes fluttering shut at the sharp pain. Pussy gushing. Your panties already soaked.
A low guttural growl fell from his lips and he wasn’t even trying to hid the movements anymore. His hips snapped up as he started fucking your mouth.
Damian’s restraint shattered.
You couldn’t even smile triumphantly. Your lips were stretched widely around him. You just relaxed your throat and took him deeper.
He was close watching his cock disappear between your lips with half-lidded eyes. His breath ragged; thigh muscle quivering beneath your palm. You swallowed him down completely and hummed. Damian’s tensed; his body going rigid.
It was the only warning you got.
He flooded your tongue in hot, thick pulses. You swallowed greedily; accepting everything he offered. Riding out every shudder his body gave. Your name left his lips like both a prayer and a curse.
Pulling off his cock you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Your lips were swollen. Your breathing ragged as you sucked in oxygen. His hand fell loose and limp to the cushion beside his thigh. His body trembled with aftershocks as he tossed his head back to rest on the back of the couch. Throat exposed where his pulse hammered wildly.
When Damian lifted his head, anger still burned in his eyes. Raw and unfiltered but now it shifted into something rawer. Something pure predatory.
You swallowed roughly though you refused to yield.
One of Damian’s eyebrows cocked and you fought the urge to reach between your legs to your swollen wet cunt.
The air in the room changed; becoming charged raising the hair on your arms.
“Get your ass to the bedroom now.”
Your body hummed as you stood on shaky legs. “Yes sir,” you grinned.
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