#mormonmechanic

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mormonmechanic replied to your post:Last time I checked, there is unfortunately no art...

Do you mind if I ask what you graduated in?

East Asian Studies, focus on Japan, with a certificate in translation and intercultural communication ^v^)b

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mormonmechanic replied to your chat: pansexual women: i'm pansexual straight women:...

But like…putting a label on a large group of people isn’t helping the conversation or pushing your point, no matter your stance. Its the same as saying all Muslims are terrorists or all trump supporters are Bigoted. It divides more than it helps understanding.

....so anyway, i love it when straight women shut the fuck up :)

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mormonmechanic replied to your post: It turns out that it wasn’t a dream, and I totally...

Will you…will you be sharing this valuable piece of literature?!

@mormonmechanic I’ll go you one better and share an (unedited) excerpt! (And then yes, once it’s finished it’ll go up on AO3 - not sure when that’ll be since I have other fics but ah...feeling kind of excited about this one lol).

(Under a readmore as it’s explicit, lol)

Elliott could be strangely considerate when he wanted to be. On the nights they hooked up, his breath never smelled like booze. Alex knew that was a choice he made, because Elliott went to the Stardrop Saloon like most of the town, and he knew that Elliott could put it away better than most when he really wanted to. And on the nights when he went past his limit, Alex had seen Elliott stumbling home.

It was strange though, because there were ways that Elliott wasn’t considerate at all.

‘Now, Alex. Stop complaining.’

Alex didn’t think he’d complained at all, but the fractured sound must have counted. It wasn’t exactly his fault. He wasn’t used to being fingered yet, and even with lube it felt weird. It was only the third time, he didn’t know what Elliott expected.

‘Push me, Elliott,’ Alex snapped, ignoring how thin his voice was. ‘And you can like, jerk yourself off to the empty pages on your typewriter.’

A grunt at the next thrust of those two fingers, spearing him this time, nothing merciful about them. Alex dug his hands into Elliott’s blankets – which always had bits of beach stuck to them like spiky pieces of dandruff – and pushed his face into a mattress that smelled of salt and a faint hint of stale sweat. He could hear the waves crashing. The wood of the cabin creaked. Elliott’s fingers opened him up and his last knuckles thumped against the back of Alex’s ass. It ached. He’d made Elliott mad.

They were good at doing that to each other.

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Oooh could you do Shane's?

Yes, of course.There are posted [here]