#a continuation

[cod-dump]

Shadow: You two should fuck my boss

Graves: WHAT!?!?

Nik & Price: *stunned*

Shadow: And before you say "I'll snap him in two"-

Shadow: I know you can. You should, I think it'll fix him or something close

Graves, red faced: PIT. OFF TO THE PIT WITH YOU!!

Shadow, as they get dragged off by two other shadows: I KNOW I'M RIGHT-

[flyingflesheater]

Part one here.

Exhibit deux:

They've been home for maybe fifteen minutes before Rumi is back on her bullshit.

It goes like this-

They independently get ready for their movie marathon.

Clothes: changed

Snacks: arranged

Movie: qued

And then the waiting begins. Mira's hair was already down and she was wearing comfortable joggers when they went out so all she has to do is shuck her bra and change her shirt and she's ready to go.

She sets their snacks up like a good fucking friend, cause that's what she is. A good friend.

Then she gets comfy on the couch. Now, some sources (Zoey) would tell you that Mira purposely takes up as much space as possible on the couch in an attempt to force the others to cuddle her. These are specious lies. She just likes to be comfortable and it's not like it's her fault that her legs are three kilometers long. Also, it's not like Zoey or Rumi ever ask her to move. Because she would. She's not a monster (unlike some people).

No, they just mold themselves around her and everyone is happy.

Now usually, Zoey will sprawl all over Mira in whatever formation suits her fancy that day, Mira will grumble when her stomach gets elbowed, and Rumi will sit on the opposite side of the couch with her feet and ankles tangled up with Mira so they can play footsie (NOT LIKE THAT).

But today Rumi flips the script. (Remember: Rumi, bullshit, back on it) The first thing she does differently is get changed and ready before Zoey. Mira is surprised to see her exit her room so soon, but she supposes it makes sense that Rumi is ready quicker now that she's not trying to cover every spare centimeter of skin.

In fact (and Mira DOES NOT stare), she's gone in the opposite direction with a loose off the shoulder crop top and a pair of silky lavender shorts that might as well not be there for how short they are.

So what if Mira drinks half of her tea in one gulp? It's not a big deal and it doesn't mean anything. Shes just thirsty. The regular normal kind of thirsty.

And so what if Mira can't help but think about how soft the skin of Rumi's inner thighs has to be? (she just knows they're soft as silk, knows it like she knows her own name) Thoughts aren't crimes.

"Hey," Rumi shakes Mira out of her thoughts with the simple greeting.

"Hey."

Rumi doesn't look nervous exactly but she's making her "I want to talk but don't how to start face."

Mira puts her out of her misery. "What's up?"

Rumi bites her lip.

The horny monster that lives in Mira's brain screams.

And even though Mira has been so nice, Rumi once again chooses the path of evil. She doesn't sit in her usual place at the other end of the couch but instead right beside Mira's hip, touching her...on purpose and of her own volition. She can feel the heat of Rumi's body through the layers of fabric. Mira forces her expression to stay neutral.

Rumi wrings her hands together. "Um...about earlier."

She doesn't say anything for a minute so Mira prompts her with a "go on."

"I just wanted to apologize if I did anything to make you uncomfortable." Rumi is watching her hands as she speaks, still twisting them in a way that looks painful.

Mira reaches out on instinct and takes Rumi's hands with hers. She leans down awkwardly to look Rumi in the eye since she hasn't looked up. "You didn't."

"You just seemed kind of tense."

Mira huffs out a derisive laugh. Tense was an understatement for sure. "I was just surprised. You're not usually so... physical. But you know me Rumi, if I were uncomfortable with it I would have stopped you."

Rumi nods and smiles that cute little shy smile she keeps just for Mira and Zoey. "Can I hug you?"

Mira rolls her eyes and opens her arms. "You don't have to ask to hug me."

And see, ok, this one is on Mira, because she thought Rumi would just lean down and give her a totally normal hug. But that's not what happens because Mira is actually in the demon realm burning endlessly. What actually happens is that Rumi LaYs DoWn ON ToP OF hER. She wraps her arms around Mira's body and once again puts in face right in the crook of Mira's neck. Mira is the human embodiment of that one emoji with its brain exploding. And she can't freak out because she just told Rumi she didn't mind.

Mira very carefully places her hands on Rumi's clothed upper back because if she touches bare skin in this moment she might actually combust.

Their legs are tangled and what Mira really wants is to take Rumi by the hips and pull her down on her thigh. But that would be weird. Mira isn't weird.

She's cool.

She's calm.

She's...being nuzzled.

Just like with her nails earlier, Rumi is running the bridge of her nose along Mira's jaw. Mira's hands tighten on her shoulder blades and Rumi hums.

Mira is going to go insane. Actually, you know what, she's already insane. She just decided. And if she's already crazy she might as well act on it. So she turns her head and nuzzles Rumi back before placing the lightest of kisses on her temple, nearly a brush of her lips, just in case that proves to be too much.

Rumi gasps, just a little, her warm breath ghosting over Mira's neck, but she doesn't move away. Neither of them do, they just lay like that for awhile, tangled together.

Until Mira feels that prickle on the back of her neck like she's being watched. She looks up and sees Zoey standing in the hallway grinning like a maniac.

Zoey waggles her eyebrows. Mira glares and bares her teeth. Zoey's mischievous grin does not dim.

"Hey! No fair! That's my spot," she says as she scampers over as if she hadn't been watching them like a freak.

Rumi starts at the sudden noise but doesn't pull away. She turns her head to face Zoey and sticks her tongue out. "You took too long."

"Oh that's it missy!"

Mira barely has time to think "Not again" before Zoey is dog piling them. Mira wheezes, "why?" But Zoey isn't paying attention, she's wrestling a shrieking Rumi off of her and tickling her mercilessly. Mira sits up and rubs at her bruised ribs as she watches Rumi escape Zoey's hold and retaliate with a headlock and a noogie.

Mira laughs to herself. She's so fucking in love with these idiots.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Nik has some learning to do.

cw: trans Price, Nik POV, making out with an abrupt end.

Nik knew it would have to be slow. Gentle. But he hadn't quite predicted the struggle and frustration of wanting to throw John down and worship him but never quite getting to that moment.

A few days after John had agreed to give them a go, Nik had hunkered down in his hotel room with his phone and scrolled through porn sites until he found a trans man that looked as close to John as he could find. The same masculine physique, a thick beard. His head was shaven, but that didn't matter as such. John's hair was a delight he could savour in person. He needed to see, to get an idea, how did he make it good for a man whose body was a little different to his?

It had taken only a handful of minutes for him to get hard as he watched the actor's partner work him over, and soon he had to take his aching cock in hand. It was a nice scene. Tender. And for that, Nik was grateful. It was how he imagined bedding John for the first time. Although, he'd be a liar if he didn't also daydream of John’s blunt nails clawing his back, or John's spine bowed down with his chest on the bed as he was fucked hard.

A further week followed, a date or two to admire John's mischievous smile and sparkling blue eyes, and then they were in John's flat, on his couch - sofa, he called it - with John's long legs draped over his lap and his beard rasping over his stubble. He felt solid in Nik's arms, Nik's shirt clenched in his fist, his soft sighs through their kisses making Nik's heart flutter. He liked having his back caressed, his belly, his chest; his skin prickled with goosebumps and occasionally he shivered under Nik's touch.

Nik’s hand had settled on the inside of John's knee, tilting it gently outwards. John was warm, squirming, fidgeting in that way a lover did when arousal was bubbling beneath their skin. He should have thought, perhaps, they hadn't really talked, but… Nik slid his palm down the inside of John's leg to the thick muscle of his thigh. John startled, flinching back, his teeth digging into Nik's lower lip.

“Mmf, fuck, uh… sorry, I… I, uh… that were an accident,” he murmured.

“Are you okay?” Nik’s tongue lapped over the sting, studying John's face closely.

“Yeah, grand.”

He wasn't. The body that had been wriggling and doughy moments before had tensed rigid. He was barely breathing, drawing in slow and even, like a sniper steadying to take a shot. Nik pulled his hand away and rested it on John's hip instead. “You do not wish me to touch you there.”

John huffed. “Whole fings a bit pointless if ya don't, right?” His eyes clearly didn't get the same message about nonchalance as his tone.

“I would… like to make you feel good. Be inside you.”

The backs of John's teeth clenched.

“Talk to me, John…”

“S’nuffin’, Nik. Just… uh, go slow, yeah? Give me time to get used to it.”

“Hmm,” Nik leaned back, palm stroking over John's lower back. Their first conversation came flooding back, the way John had sounded, voice tight. “I am not interested in assaulting you.”

John bristled. “Ain't fuckin’ assault if I give ya permission.”

“Something is bothering you. I want to know before we continue.”

John went quiet, his eyes downcast to his lap. The silence grew oppressive, an invisible pressure between them, and then John sniffed. “Is it cause of what I've got… the lack of equipment. Is that why you wanna fuck me and not the other way round?”

Nik opened his mouth to answer, and then it clicked shut again. He hadn't even considered how it would seem from John's perspective. When he answered, he started slowly. “I… take that role with all of my partners. It is mostly my preference, but I can be versatile if you have other desires.” Nik shifted a little in his seat, his cock pressing against his fly, still painfully eager.

John nodded and Nik could see his eyes shifting from side to side as he considered it, like he was reading a folder of intel on his desk. Nik would have given anything to be inside his head, to war directly with whatever voice was whispering doubt where previously there had been only excited anticipation. “If, uh… if you fuck me, you gonna fuck me like you would a woman?” There was a crack in John's throat, a low, simmering tone of self disgust.

“John, I have never had sex with a woman.”

“Wot?”

“I would not have a frame of reference to… fuck you like a woman.”

John sniffed. It was strange to see him like this. Usually so certain, strutting around with a masculine arrogance that made him frustratingly attractive, all unapologetic swagger. But now, he was shrinking in on himself, a darkness lingering over his head. “Do ya mind if… uh, we give it a rest for tonight? Maybe, we could… you know, later. Or I could give you head or…”

Nik tugged John from his lap and into the crook of his arm, nuzzling a kiss to his lips, the scruff of his beard. “I think… some beer and some football.”

“Nik, I'm sorry, I… I know you… I'm… I can do it, I can…”

“I know. We will. When it feels natural to. I can wait, John. You are, what to say, worth it.”

John smiled. It was faint. Those blue eyes glanced up through his eyebrows, and Nik kissed the crease between them before rolling to his feet. They'd drink some beer, perhaps there would be another kiss. Nik would have to sort himself out in the shower later, thinking of how beautiful John would be beneath him, not frightened, not anxious, but lost in the pleasure of sex he was wholly ready for.

[boredth]

Bakeneko?

[superbubba4eva]

Soon...

[himbowashington]

Every time Coyle pisses me off I tell him “crate”like an unruly dog

[gin-juice-tonic]

Your art of Stan getting a phone call of his mom saying she loves him and using his chosen name makes me cry every time it is on my dash.

I'm not even trans, but your art is just so good it moves me a ton every time I see it anyway. I think you're very skilled at what you do. Your jokes also land really well and I hardly ever actually laugh at stuff. You write and draw in a way that speaks to me, thanks for that.

Aw, thank you. I think that comic works pretty good because even ignoring the trans part, the base idea of "Stan's mom saw one of his commercials and desperately tried to call his hotline just to tell him she loves him" works on its own.

(comic in question if anyone hasnt seen it)

I like to think he was able to say I love you back, either in that moment or... eventually.

I'm not great at responding to praise, but thank you for all the nice words. I'm always glad to know the things I put out into the world connect with people. Laugh or cry.