● Trans Masc/ftm posts and reblogs will be found here ● Nonbinary, mlm, and genderqueer stuff ● Welcome to my Info Dump™ ● Not guaranteed to be SFW ● Typically won't follow back ● Discourse? I don't know her 🙄 he/him 23
"no children are being forced to take hrt or have surgeries that change the appearance of their genitals" intersex children are, actually
"everyone was assigned a gender at birth" there are intersex people who were not assigned a gender at birth
"trans women are amab trans people and trans men are afab trans people" there are intersex people who were assigned male at birth and later transitioned medically and socially to male, and intersex people who were assigned female at birth and later transitioned medically and socially to female
"assigned gender at birth is a 1:1 predictor of tma vs tme experience" there are intersex people who were assigned female at birth and experienced violence for being a woman with a penis + testes + secondary sex characteristics like facial hair + having a testosterone-dominant hormone profile, and had to transition medically and socially to be socially and medically recognized as women as adults
"bodies born with sex variations are medically nonbinary" no, they are intersex, and intersex people can be a binary gender if they want to be
"nonbinary people who want non-cisnormative sex variations are mentally ill/diseased for wanting a disordered body" no, bodies with sex variations are not disordered, and it harms intersex people for them to be seen as disordered regardless of if the body in question was born that way or created through surgery
"cis women don't experience transphobic body policing/will never understand how it feels to have your womanhood constantly in question and subject to violence over things you can't change" intersexism overlaps heavily with transphobia and an intersex woman can both identify as cis and have a penis, testes, be testosterone-dominant, etc, and have visible signs of those traits. an intersex woman can also have been amab or be currently legally designated as male by the government and still identify as cis.
stop saying intersexist shit in your trans discourse thanks
Hey, daily fucking reminder that intersex people exist, and are real and valid. They are NOT mistakes and they do NOT have to pick a side but if they do you should respect it regardless of what they look like, because they do NOT have to appear any set way to appeal to any pointless standard or norm. Do NOT forget them. Thanks
THIS.
I spent so much of my career working with both of this groups and you need to know? The line between them and you? RAZOR thin. A few thoughtless choices and random chances. Thats it.
And for addicts? Babygirl(gender neutral), you have them in your life. Your uncle who has six beers a day, your friend who has three glasses of wine every night, your sibling who can't get through the day without getting high, the fact that maybe you can't get through the day without coffee or a vape? Whoo boy. The recommended (by medical doctors) intake levels for alcohol is fucking low you have no idea. Substance use disorder and addiction is insidious and one day, you make look around and realize that there is a stimulant, a psychadelic, or a depressant that you need to function. And babes, you are treating people like shit because you think you have superiority. But you dont. What you have is luck and better coping skills.
Try kindness. Or try being quiet.
reminder that if you’re questioning your gender, “what do I want?” and “what will make me happy?” tend to be much more useful questions than “what am I, really?”
fellas is it homophobic for a man who for years suffered as a result of medical homophobia which believed gay manhood was illegitimate and lesser to tell a homophobic doctor that despite their insistence that his attraction to men disqualified him from being recognized as a man, he was going to die from a disease that was seen as a punishment for him being a disgusting faggot
trans people will say "you refuse to acknowledge my true identity while at the same time you mistreat me as a result of that identity, and as an act of defiance i am going to take some bittersweet pride in calling out your hypocrisy since its proof that your beliefs are built on lies" and transphobes will hear "haha the homophobia and misogyny thats literally killing me are so fun and #gender!!"
fellas is it homophobic for a man who for years suffered as a result of medical homophobia which believed gay manhood was illegitimate and lesser to tell a homophobic doctor that despite their insistence that his attraction to men disqualified him from being recognized as a man, he was going to die from a disease that was seen as a punishment for him being a disgusting faggot
fellas is it homophobic to be denied your manhood for your whole life, then when you have months left to live, make a half-joke about dying from a disease that was seen as a punishment for you being the wrong kind of MAN
A/N: All characters are aged up as necessary because I'm an old fuck :)
In all of your travels with your friend, things had been… intense, to say the least. You first saw Kurapika from across the room in a cafe. It was one of those moments where you just made awkward eye contact with a stranger. You had only gone back to your tea, sipping quietly and going back to your reading. You avoided eye contact with any other strangers, keeping your eyes locked on the words on the page. But from the moment he saw you, Kurapika couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He wasn’t even really sure why he approached you. But he did. He introduced himself. You spoke for a very brief time. You exchanged contact information. And then you went your separate ways. Part of you waited for the blonde haired stranger to call or text. And part of you was wary of the way he looked at you when you were only trying to have a peaceful afternoon after a long mission.
You did speak to him again. But it wasn’t via the phone number you had given him. He had actually saved you from a thief when you stopped to rest for the night. And ever since then, you had been inseparable.
You didn’t have any particular reason for traveling together. You and Kurapika stayed together at night. It was particularly useful when you had to set up camp in the woods at night, when there wasn’t time to find an inn. You ate meals together. He vowed to himself that he would never leave you vulnerable. You took on paid missions. Sometimes they were together. Even when they were separate, he would always find you as soon as they were completed.
This time, though, he couldn’t. You had called him when your work was finished, finding an inn in a small village in between your job and his. You planned to meet there and rest overnight before looking for more work. It took him two hours of walking to get there, only to find that you had not checked into the inn yet. Okay, he thought. That’s not that suspicious. He would just have to wait until you got there. He left to walk around the village, going to the open air market to get some things to take with you two later. He talked to some of the townspeople, and he asked around for some different work opportunities. But when the sun started going down, he went back to the inn. You were still not there. Where could you have gone? Did one of you have the wrong location?
“Excuse me,” Kurapika called to the man behind the bar. “I’m looking for my friend. She’s maybe this tall, (hair color) hair. Have you seen her at all? She would have tried to check into a room.”
“No, I’m sorry,” he said. “We’ve only had one check-in today, and it was a man.”
Kurapika’s heart dropped. Realistically, you could, in fact, take care of yourself. You had been a hunter for several years, trained well in hand to hand combat and carrying a bow and several arrows anywhere you went. But he couldn’t avoid the memory of meeting you, when that man had been watching you from up in the trees. How you didn’t appear to even notice him. How he would have robbed you or worse, and you wouldn’t have had any way of stopping him before it was too late. He remembered the way you looked at him when he brought the man to you by his collar, unconscious. Perhaps something similar happened. Or, perhaps, you were only running late. He couldn’t be sure.
But he needed to be sure. He became desperate to know where you were and what happened to you. He sat for a moment, teeth nipping at the skin around his thumb and considering his next steps. And then he got to work. Having about a half hour before the autumn sun would fall behind the rest of the earth, he wandered around the village. He asked everyone he passed if they had seen you with no luck. Every shopkeep, every merchant, every person on the street gave him the news he dreaded. You hadn’t even entered the city. So, with only ten minutes until sunset, he wandered down the path to the city where your previous mission had taken place. During the walk, he called your cell phone. You had to be somewhere, right? You had to be sitting in the wrong inn somewhere, waiting for him, bouncing your leg and worrying for him just as deeply as he worried for you… Right?
The phone rang several times and went to voicemail. So he dialed again. Thankfully, the phone was answered this time. But he didn’t recognize the voice that said, “Hello? This is Y/N’s phone.”
“Where is she?” Kurapika demanded to know, much more aggressively than he intended.
“Sir, your friend is resting,” the strange woman answered. “She collapsed and was brought here, to the hospital.”
Kurapika felt his heart drop again. “What do you mean, ‘collapsed?’” he asked. Poison? No, no way. You weren’t stupid. Exhaustion? That was entirely too possible. Once, you had gone two days without eating, only realizing that you needed rest when you were lightheaded and shaking. Kurapika practically had to force you to stop for the night and set up camp. And it wasn’t just once that it had happened. No, you seemed to be very passionate about overworking yourself.
“It seems she was dehydrated and malnourished,” the woman said. Just as he thought. “With fluids and food, she’s gained some strength. But she is asleep at the moment.”
“Can you tell me where she is?” Kurapika pleaded. “Please, I just need to see her.”
“Who’s on the phone?” he heard you say in the background.
“The name said, ‘Kurapika,’” the woman responded to you.
The sound of slight shuffling indicated that she was handing you the phone. Kurapika breathed a sigh of relief when he heard your sleep-ridden voice mutter, “Kurapika?”
“Y/N,” he said. A hand fell on his chest. “How are you feeling?” A brief conversation confirmed his suspicion. You had, yet again, overworked yourself. But without Kurapika with you the past couple of days, you had allowed yourself to come to the point of collapse. Reckless, he thought. You revealed your location, a hospital in a city about an hour north, where you had picked up your job, and he promised that he’d be there to retrieve you as soon as he could be.
And he kept that promise. He saw you, sitting in your hospital bed, and your eyes lit up. Well, as much as they could with how tired you obviously were. “Y/N,” he called from the doorway. Slowly, he approached your bedside. You smiled at him.
Something was off. Kurapika didn’t pat your head, like he sometimes would when you fell sick. He didn’t hug you, like he would when he hadn’t seen you for a couple of days. He barely even said anything to you, barely even looked at your face. He just sat in his chair and waited for the nurse to come back into the room. Thankfully, when she did, she announced that you were ready to leave the hospital, as long as you got plenty of rest and went back to eating normally and drinking water. Kurapika left the room while you got dressed, and he wordlessly led you to a hotel nearby.
He didn’t say a word to you. The entire walk down the hotel halls, he was silent. Eyes forward, looking room to room to find the one that belonged to you. It was quite late when you got there. “We should both rest,” he suggested. “I’m sure you’ve had a long day.”
His voice was somber. It wasn’t gentle or caring, like he would have been if you had just fallen ill. It was sad. It was… almost aggressive. He went into the bathroom and changed his clothes, reappearing in the plain white garments that were previously worn underneath his tabard. You did the same, opting for something comfortable to sleep in. Still, no words. When you reappeared, Kurapika was only laying in bed on the far side of the room with his back turned toward you. You stood at the foot of his bed, not laying down quite yet. “What’s wrong?” you asked, knowing better than to let Kurapika stew in his own thoughts.
“Nothing,” he uttered.
You blinked slowly, with a sigh in between. You waited for a real answer, but after several moments, Kurapika was still deafeningly silent. “That’s not a real answer,” you clarified.
In truth, Kurapika’s head spun with a way to answer your question that didn’t sound crazy. His heart fluttered when you were around, and it sank to the floor when you weren’t. He always felt the need to be around you, to protect you from any threat that might present itself. How could you be reckless enough to just avoid taking care of yourself? But he couldn’t be angry at you, right? Because you had only gotten so sick because you were working so hard. Still, he couldn’t help but be frustrated at your carelessness. That’s all it was, right? Frustration?
“Look, whatever it is, I’m here to talk,” you told him. “I won’t make you. But you can.”
Kurapika sat up and looked at the time. A little after ten o’clock. Although, all the time in the world wouldn’t be enough to explain how he felt. He crossed his legs in front of him and rubbed his eyes. “You’ll die if you keep doing this to yourself,” he said. “It’s reckless. It’s irresponsible.”
“I know,” you said. “I wasn’t trying to. I just wasn’t paying attention. This job was so involved–”
“That doesn’t mean you get to neglect your own care,” he interrupted.
Your eyebrows narrowed and you crossed your arms. “Are you mad at me?” you asked, ready to fight back with everything you had. Of course, you couldn’t fathom arguing with Kurapika. But how could he be angry at you for something like this?
“No!” he reassured, sighing. He stood up and wandered around the room. “There’s more to it than that… I just need you to be safe.” He stopped, finally looking you in the eyes. Your heart stopped. Something about the way he looked at you just then was so different than any look he had given you before. Was it pity? Or maybe worry? No. It wasn’t.
“I am,” you assured him, taking a step closer to him. He gasped, nearly silently when you did, his lips pursing when you grabbed his hand. “I’m right here. I’m fine.”
“It’s not just that,” he corrected. “The way I felt looking for you in that other village. I feel it all the time, when you’re not with me. Constantly thinking of you, worrying about where you are and what you’re doing. Just waiting for the minute I can get to you. It’s borderline obsession. I don’t know what to call it. But I know that I need you.”
He was mere inches from your face now. You looked up at him, hoping that he would say something else. You didn’t know how to respond. For several months now, you had traveled side by side, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You needed him just as badly, but the words seemed to get caught in your chest. So instead, as your heart swelled near bursting, you leaned forward and connected your lips to his. You intended for it to be just once. In your mind, you kissed him once and pulled away to see his reaction. But his hunger radiated from him, infecting you. Cautious hands rested on your lower back. As his desperation grew, so did his grip around your waist. He didn’t care where he touched. His arms pulled your body into his, attempting to melt the two of you together and leave no space in between. Your fingers tangled into his hair.
Panic flooded your senses for a moment, and you pulled away. You searched Kurapika’s face for any hint of what the hell was happening. His hands anxiously pulled away, balling into fists at his sides. “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking away from your face.
“No,” you said, moving to hold his face. “Don’t be. I just… I don’t understand.”
He gently turned your body to face the mirror behind you. “Look at you,” he said, hands returning to the small of your waist. “How could I not?” His lips kissed at your neck, and his teeth grazed over the skin as you tried not to squirm where you stood. You let out a small whimper, and he moved in front of you again. He laid down on the bed, the mirror almost directly at the foot of the bed. “Come here,” he requested, holding out his hand. After hesitating for just a moment, you took his hand and sat on the bed next to him.
He huffed a small laugh, and he pulled you between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. He rolled up his sleeves to feel more of your skin against his. “Look at yourself,” he told you, gently guiding your legs apart. “Please, let me prove how beautiful you are.” He waited for you to nod. You felt safe. Of course you did. Kurapika would never, ever do anything to hurt you.
His hands traveled up your sides, gentle fingers tracing shapes under your shirt. He lifted it up, and you let him pull it over your head, your chest now exposed. He sighed. “Look how perfect,” he admired as his hands brushed your hair away from your neck and your shoulder. His lips connected to your skin, kissing and nipping at your ear, your neck, your shoulder, your collar bone, anywhere he could reach. Meanwhile, his hands were wandering below the neck, palms gliding along your ribs and gently cupping your breasts. His index fingers made circles over your nipples, taking advantage of their sensitivity. When you whined at his touch, he sighed against your flesh. “You sound so beautiful,” he whispered, his warm breath against your ear making you shiver and squirm. “Moan more for me.” You wanted more– so much more. You couldn’t bear the thought of him touching you anywhere except your waiting cunt.
One of Kurapika’s hands traveled down to the elastic waistband of your shorts. His thumb stroked the skin just outside the waistband, gently enough to be the touch of a ghost. Showing your desperation, you lifted your hips and pulled your shorts down over your legs, leaving them hanging off the side of the bed. Fully exposed before him, you were made painfully aware of his hardened member behind you. But Kurapika, truthfully, didn’t mind. He was focused on the way his fingers slid up your inner thigh, all the way to your mons, and then back down, his other hand still toying with your nipple. His eyes were trained on the way your chest rose and fell at his every touch. How could he ever deny you his touch when you whined and gasped for him like this?
“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop?” Kurapika asked, his hand pausing just before touching your pussy.
“Yes,” you said, nodding vigorously. When Kurapika raised his eyebrows, you said, “I promise.”
A gentle smile spread over Kurapika’s lips, and he said, “Good.” With only his middle finger, he dipped between your folds and collected the slick that was gathered there, dragging it back up to your clit. You gasped, your eyes closing and eyebrows knitting together. “Look at that,” he admired, moving to the other side of your head to devour the skin there. Your head leaned backward and rested on his shoulder as you whined, a wordless begging for more of his touch. He couldn’t have asked for better.
Kurapika rubbed little circles into your clit, just his middle finger making your mind spin. He added a second finger, as well as more pressure. “I need you to feel good,” he admitted, “just for me, Y/N.”
Kurapika’s lips latched onto your neck, suckling on a small section, his tongue swiping over it. So much stimulation all at once… You weren’t sure what to pay attention to. For several minutes, he continued to rub your pussy, dipping between your folds to collect the wetness that settled there. With every circle, you moaned a little louder, and Kurapika relished in your sounds. The knot in your belly got tighter with every movement Kurapika made. “K-kurapik-ka, I-I’m–”
“No,” he commanded, pulling his hand away. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your lips. “I want to feel it around me.”
You sat up, and he escaped for just a minute to undress completely. When he rested on his knees on the bed, you instinctively laid on your back, looking straight up at him. He took a moment to admire the sight before him, delicate fingers brushing over your skin before he rested his tip between your folds. The desperation was clear on his face as he pushed himself into you, inch by inch. Slowly, he began to thrust, his hips connecting to yours as he hit every single gummy spot inside you. His movements were slow but intentional, pleasure racing through your body with every touch. You started to reach down to rub your own clit, but Kurapika swatted your hand away. “I need to be the one to make you cum,” he corrected, sliding his own fingers over your clit again.
You whined your wordless pleas, for some reason fearing that he may stop again. All the pleasure was too much to handle. In just a few minutes, you were ready to crumble beneath him again. “Please,” you pleaded aloud.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, watching your face as you got closer and closer to your release. “So beautiful.” He watched your face carefully as the knot snapped in your belly and your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. You squeezed around him as you came, making it impossible to hold back his own orgasm. He pulled out just in time to spread his seed all over your ass and the bedsheets.
With heavy breaths, he laid down next to you, pulling you close to him. You rested your head on his shoulder and caught your breath, only for your thoughts to begin racing. “Kurapika?” you asked, feeling drained again.
“I love you, Y/N,” he uttered. “That’s what you were going to ask, right?”
You gave a small smile. “Yeah,” you answered. “I love you, too.”
These characters belong to the creators of Hunter x Hunter.
This writing belongs to Abigail Rothenberger, also known as BillieThePumpkin. Do not copy or alter this content on Tumblr or any other platform.
Silco teasing reader with some sinful gray sweatpants, showing off the outline of the monster the lurks below
Hell yeah anon - Modern AU though. Probably around 2k words (wrote in Tumblr editor like a smartie) Warnings: Edging NSFW territory but nothing happens, descriptions of Silco's weinnie but hidden in grey sweats.
-
Tuesdays were always the quiet days. The office was quiet; dare you even think. peaceful, at times.
Most likely because it was Silco's day off.
Every Tuesday was his off day, along with half a day off on Sundays so he could spend time with his daughter. It had been a fight to get him to take the one day off, with Sevika and him yelling at each other until they both had worn themselves out. In the end, Silco agreed he may have been far too stressed and needed some time. Though it hadn't stopped him from trying to sneak in on his day off for the next few weeks.
Once Jinx had time off from school that had changed, and now if he got called in on a Tuesday he would be pissed.
Rightfully so, you think, if the man only got one and a half days off and never took a vacation. Maybe you should bring that up with Sevika at the next meeting, and have a nice week-long break from your boss.
Not that he was awful, in fact, you liked him in a colleague sort of way. Many didn't seem to like him with his tendency to break fingers or stab people, but so long as it wasn't your fingers, it didn't tend to be a problem. It wasn't a jovial relationship but there was mutual respect. Sometimes even jokes happened, at least when he wasn't brooding.
It did help that you found him to be very easy on the eyes too, not that you'd ever let him know that. He was still your boss.
Daydreaming about your boss instead of working was also quite a nice way to spend your Tuesday slack-off time. At least until your door opened and you give a side glance to see who it was.
"Sevika," you greeted, swinging your swivel chair around to see her. "What do I owe the pleasure-"
"Save it." Oh, that was a bad sign, you could almost see her teeth grinding from here. "I need you to call him in."
You blink at her. "Why am I calling him?"
"Because I don't wanna deal with him."
Fair enough, but neither did you. "Can't we get Thieram or Chuck to call him? I need my fingers to work."
Grey eyes stare at your keyboard, and your phone sitting screen up on your desk. "Because you've been so busy doing that today."
"Hey, I work hard." You drum your fingers against your desk. "Just we have some downtime, right now."
"Then plenty of time for you to call him. I need him here soon. Urgot's being a shit."
You didn't doubt that, though before you could object again, Sevika smartly turned her heel and away from your office. Leaving you to the task at hand.
Glancing at your phone, you bite your lip. You had never called Silco before, it had been a strict email or texting form of communication. In fact, picking up your phone, the last conversation had been yesterday morning when it had been your turn to pick up coffee, asking if he wanted a cake pop too. The only response had been a stern-looking emoji.
You pull up your contact list and with a deep breath, you press the call button and hold it up to your ear.
It rings.
It rings.
It rings.
And then finally - "This is Silco," you take in a breath, "I'm currently unavailable. If you require urgent contact, call Shimmer head office. If this is Jinx, please leave a message." The stressed please is the sound of a father who had that conversation multiple times. And then it drops to a dial tone.
He didn't pick up.
Which you'd usually take as a sign of at least you tried, but Sevika wanted results. Which meant now you had to become annoying.
You call again. Ringing. Ringing. Ringing. "This is Silco. I'm currently un-"
Hanging up, you dial again. Ringing, ringing. "This is Silco."
You pinch the bridge of your nose. "Fuck me."
"...I hope you didn't call me while you're at work for that sort of personal matter."
You blink. Oh, it was him. Your face is already starting to warm up. "No, no, no. I thought it was your voicemail."
"Clearly not."
"Yep, I can tell now." You squint at your screen, listening to him. "Why are you out of breath?"
"Believe it or not," there's a pause, and you can almost tell he's moving around still. "I like to jog on Tuesdays."
"Jog? Really?" Your mind wanders to an image of him in a matching tracksuit, some sort of walkman clipped onto his pants, and jogging like you saw the elderly people do on your street.
He wasn't that old, but it was still funny to think about.
"I don't exactly scale buildings anymore. I like to stay somewhat fit." There's a pause. "As much as I'd enjoy having a conversation with you on my day off, I'm sure there's a reason you called me."
"Yep, Sevika wants you in." Like hell, you were taking the entire fall for it. He could be a little pissed at her too.
You can tell he's paused now, panting and not moving. His voice is measured fury though. "Why does she want me in?"
"Something about Urgot. Didn't say, but she wouldn't have me call if it wasn't important." After a moment you add on, "I'm sorry, Silco."
There's a sigh and you can imagine he's pinching the bridge of his nose as that was what usually accompanied the sigh. "I'll be there in five."
The line drops after that.
You set down your phone and start to do your best to pretend to work. There wasn't any lie about downtime, you were quite efficient in getting your work done. Just you always tended to make sure you had less work to do on Tuesdays when you were in the small office space alone.
Which, fuck, now you wish you had more to do. It was hard to look busy when you had already worked on almost every file for today.
To your surprise, he comes precisely in five minutes. And straight to your office door and you're startled by his appearance.
He's not in a tracksuit but matching grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt. There's a shine to his face, which is devoid of his usual makeup. The scars are easy to see and follow with your gaze, while he shifts beneath the weight of it.
"Where's Sevika?"
"Probably dealing with Urgot." You say, still staring at him. There's some clear sweat going on with it as well, and you wonder if his torso is just as shiny as his face.
He takes a step in, and your eyes shoot down almost immediately to what is swinging in his pants.
What the fuck.
You glance back up to his face, and there's a slight look in his gaze, one that is oddly unreadable after nearly a year of working so closely together. He doesn't say anything, only simply walks over, dick outline clear as day in the sweats.
Did he fucking know? He had to know, you think while he comes to stand beside you. Long, thick fingers spread out across your deskspace, and he taps the index twice against the surface. "You aren't going to call her?"
You swallow. Right, you should do that. Picking up your phone, you dial for her, silently.
Silco seems to take your silence as fear, and yeah that'd make sense, and he seems to want to show his easement. "I'm not mad at you, I'm just frustrated."
"I know, boss." The word sounds impersonal on your tongue, you had always addressed him as Silco since your first month in.
There's a pause. "I mean it, I'm not upset with you. I know I sounded frustrated on the phone-"
"Silco," you clarify when you get to Sevika's voicemail turn, and then text her: hE'S HERE. mY OFFICE. Turning to him, you stare up into the mismatched eyes. "I understand. I just... I'm honestly just not used to seeing you not in a suit."
That earns you a blink from the teal eye, and then he glances down. "I didn't have time to change. Urgot doesn't need a suit."
Neither do you, you want to say, now desperately imagining what his casual wear might be like. Did he wear jeans? Dad shorts? Turtlenecks? Your mind was racing like he was a ken doll and you were in the toy clothing section.
Instead, you opt for the smarter option of agreeing with him. "He doesn't. I think last time he came in with a wife beater on."
Silco grunts, stepping away from your desk and you keep your eyes glued to his face before he notices and you get a big fat HR meeting. He glances down at himself and frowns. "Do I look too unprofessional?"
"I don't think you could ever be unprofessional."
There is a small noise, like a quiet chuckle but Silco's laughter was rare and usually only happened in the company of Sevika or Jinx. "You've never seen me on my days off."
Now you were curious. "Alright. I'll bite. I know you jog, what are your other secret hobbies?"
"They wouldn't be much of a secret if I spilled them all."
"Come on. Just one?"
He hums, and there's a slight curve now to his mouth. A further step away from your desk, but this time it's to stretch, raising his arms up into the air and drawing them away from his body.
And it causes the front of his shirt to lift just slightly.
Your eyes hone in on it instantly. There's a hint of his stomach, a slight belly that would be common with men around his age. A dark trail of hair leads into his pants, a trail you would be so very happy to follow-
"I like to play candy crush, Jinx got me hooked on it but I limit my time on it. Very... easy to spend money otherwise." The shirt falls, and you glance back up at him like you hadn't glanced down at all. In the light, you swear his cheeks are a little red. "And Tuesdays are also Hockey Night."
"Hockey?"
"Yes." There's a pause and he keeps himself turned to you, standing straight while he rolls his wrists. "Didn't I tell you I played back in school?"
"I figured it was football that you played. That's what most of the guys do." Now you're imagining him in a hockey jersey, in probably a nice armchair and a pair of pajama bottoms. Or the sweats. Or -
You really needed to stop thinking of him like a ken doll you could dress up in your mind. It was horribly distracting.
"No. It's how I chipped my teeth. Didn't have money to get them fixed." He pauses, running his thumb over his lips in a way you're definitely memorizing and going to replay. "I could do it now."
"I think it's charming. Makes you, ya know... you." The words are tumbling out of your mouth, half paying attention because you're still dressing him up in your head. And once you realize what you said, you wince, "Sorry, Silco-"
"What about the scars?"
You stare at him, raising an eyebrow. "What about them?"
"I could get them corrected too. Surgery would be intensive, but I have the money to get my face fixed." His face is oddly cold, and impassive. The way he speaks is like that too, as though he wants to not even dare influence your opinion. "It would certainly make my life easier. Fewer questions. Though they are quite good for intimidation."
That has you frowning. Makeup or no makeup, Silco was a handsome man with his scars. "I think you should do it if you wanted to but..."
And now he's stepping back into your private circle. "But?"
"I think they're you too. You made them your own." You offer a small, if albeit awkward smile with your cheeks heating up despite your attempt to not be embarrassed. "You pull them off quite well?
Now he's smirking, like a cat holding a mouse by the tail. "Quite well? My, that's quite a thing to say to your boss."
"Hey, apparently it's casual day today." You gesture to his clothes. "I can be more open. Just let me know if I overstep, HR meetings sound like a nightmare."
Silco hums and opens his mouth. Just a parting of scarred lips that you are going to think about for many lonely nights to come.
And then Sevika walks in. Her eyes light up at the sight of Silco, before narrowing at the sight of his clothes. "What are you-"
"Please tell me you had a good reason for calling me here." He's turned away from you, and his voice is different. Colder, indifferent. He had sounded so much warmer to you. "Urgot is here."
"Yeah, in the round table room."
"Let's go then." Silco glances behind just as Sevika starts to lead him away. You expect the usually-clipped goodbye, but his lips are curling and the teal is crinkled from it. He's smiling. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
You stare at him, swallowing once and he's already walking out the door while you call after him, "Looking forward to it too!" And then cringe because, what the fuck was that.
Now you're left staring at your screen, blinking at an unread email from Singed. You stare at it, not clicking on it, just watching the flickering notification in silent, growing horror.
You most certainly have a crush on your boss, you know that now.
But you're also certain, he knows that too.
You groan, burying your face in your hands. The HR meeting was sounding so much more preferable right now.
thinking about body worship (again), pushing my boy into the corner of the couch, climbing on his lap, burying my face in the crook of his neck, biting and sucking hickeys into it, running my hand up his shirt, whispering "turn your brain off for me angel, let me take care of you okay?" him nodding and relaxing into the cushions, me tugging his shirt off, looking at how precious he is, touching his chest hair, tracing down to his happy trail, "you're so beautiful, so gorgeous, i can't believe i get to touch this", him whimpering while he slips deeper into that foggy braindead subspace, unbuttoning his pants and stuffing my hand in his boxers, lightly tugging and running my fingers through his curly bush, feeling his wetness drench my hand, dipping my fingers into his needy hole and rutting my palm onto his tcock, getting down on my knees on the floor in front of him, kneeling for my God, pulling his pants all the way off, grabbing his tummy and admiring all the beautiful hair, "you're perfect, so fucking perfect" being so awestruck i stuff my face in it, my hands gripping his thighs and spreading them open, slowly moving my face, going down on my boy, licking and sucking his cock with my nose in his pubes, hair brushing against my cheeks when i move lower to tongue fuck him, moaning at how good he tastes, the vibrations making him clench on my tongue, his beautiful noises, humming and curling my tongue deep inside him, he's bucking his hips and yanking my hair and i'm dizzying from the lack of oxygen but i don't need it as long as i have Him, and finally he cums, gushing into my greedy mouth- eager to take every drop, pulling away to see him go completely limp, his eyes swirling with stars, reaching down and jerking my tcock "see what you do to me angel? fuck im gonna cum, gonna cum just from looking at you", feeling my orgasm rip through my body, falling forward and resting my head on my boys thigh, us laying together in a drooly fucked out pile
⚧️trans masc|nonbinary⚧️ @emby-space-boi - Tumblr Blog | Tumgag
kaledo-art
turnnoffyourmind
blakekathryn
