#& HOOKING UP

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony sagged when Clint told him he wasn’t breaking up with him.  He’d been so sure it was about to happen, because why wouldn’t he?  He didn’t know how to process the fact that Clint was so pissed off but still wanted to be with him.

When Clint stormed off, he startled. “Clint!  Wait…” but Clint was on the elevator before Tony could catch up to him.  He sagged again and kicked the closest thing to him, which happened to be a stool, sending it flying across the room and smashing against a bench with a clatter.

He spent a while working to get into the program when the team all returned with files and began sorting through them manually.  Eventually finding some information on an illegal arms dealer Tony had met who sold illegally obtained vibranium.  It seemed like that was who Ultron wanted to get to next and the team flew to South Africa to try and cut him off.

It did not go well.  The witch managed to get into everyone’s head, setting of Hulk who trashed a whole section of Johannusburg, killing lots of innocent people before Tony was finally able to get him under control.  It was only Clint and Tony who hadn’t been messed with and Ultron got away with Vibranium as they helped gather up the hurt team members and get them on the Quin.

Tony knew they couldn’t go back to the Tower and he also knew that Clint was still angry at him.  He sat in the cockpit with him silently for a while before turning to him.  “We need somewhere to go that he won’t be able to find.”

Clint knew Tony didn’t mean to. But it still didn’t make it okay not to tell him. That is what this is about. He didn’t really care about what had happened, it was more the fact that he could have told him and maybe Clint could have helped. Yes, he didn’t understand stuff like that but maybe he could have helped out in some way. Moral support or something like that.

When Tony yanked his hands away Clint looked at him in surprise before pure annoyance took over his features. “Really?” He spoke and raised his eyebrow. “Yes, you fucked up. And yes, I am giving you a lecture because you kept something from me so I wouldn’t be mad at you, and yes I am fucking mad at you, but I am not breaking up with you,” he spoke and wrinkles his eyebrows.

“I get the whole thing that you don’t understand relationships and stuff like that, and that you think people will leave. But I’m not those people, I’m your boyfriend, actually just officially for a day now. And I’ve done nothing but reassure you. Even before we got official. But, I’m not going to let you do as you please and then just let you get away with it,” he spoke and glared.

“I’m not breaking up with you. I love you, but right now I’m really fucking mad and can’t even look at you,” he spoke and shook his head as he walked out the door and walked towards the elevators to head to his own room.

[hairmetal666]

Eddie stands at the bar, sipping at the whisky in his glass, eyes flickering over the crush of bodies and dark mahogany. He's at a premier party at TIFF, doesn't remember what movie it's for, is supposed to "mingle" according to his agent. And sure, he's charismatic, got a big personality and a loud mouth, but he's not good at networking; resents having to perform when he's not playing a role. Resents it more that he's an Oscar nominated actor, that his work doesn't stand for itself.

And then there's the Steve Harrington of it all. Heartthrob. America's Sweetheart. The boy next door. He's across the room, deep in conversation, but his eyes--they keep finding Eddie, scanning him with unmistakable heat.

They starred in a movie called Dying on the Pass. Played life-long best friends who became elite chefs and opened a restaurant together. The movie follows the dissolution of their friendship as the stresses of pursuing a Michelin Star drive them apart. It was a critical and commercial hit, cue awards noms, and offers pouring in, and--

Steve Harrington is his bed.

They promised, when filming wrapped. They swore it was the last time. They promised--

They basically shared a hotel room during awards season, woke up tangled together every morning.

They spent a torrid weekend in Atlanta after Steve wrapped on a Netflix action movie.

Six months after, they had a quick, furious fuck in the bathroom at a club in London.

Dangerous, stupid, but no one caught them. And here Steve is in Toronto, surrounded by press, staring at Eddie like he wants to eat him.

Eddie tries to ignore it. But every time their eyes meet, warmth pools low in his abdomen, and he wants.

They meet up eventually, pose for a couple of pictures, Eddie trying to ignore the way his skin tingles everywhere that Steve touches. Steve slings an arm around his waist, lets it linger.

After, Eddie goes out for a smoke, the patio blissfully deserted. He's half way through his cigarette when Steve steps out the sliding door, wrapping his hands in Eddie's hair, pulling him into a kiss. The cigarette drops as he grips onto the other man, a whimper slipping from his lips.

He should stop this, they're outside, anyone could see, and Steve isn't out--isn't--he's straight to the entire world, the straightest man alive. And Eddie, he's open about his preferences, identifies as queer, though lately he's been more interested in men--in one man, specifically-- and Steve isn't out, isn't ready to be and--

"Come back to my room?" Steve asks. Their mouths are still pressed together.

"Uh-huh," Eddie answers.

Steve whispers his room number before disappearing back inside. They're in the same hotel, on the same floor, like the universe wants them to keep hooking up. But Steve is being reckless.

Eddie goes to Steve that night with every intention of telling him they need to stop, to slow down, that they're going to get caught and he knows Steve isn't ready, but he doesn't. He doesn't that night and he doesn't two months later when they bump into each other in Venice, or four months after that in New York, or--or --or

It's dangerous, impulsive, too many close calls for them to keep it up and then--and then he's at a house party in the hills, an industry thing, the host is a wannabe big shot producer trying to get in good with the Hollywood elite. Steve is out of town. In Europe filming or maybe Australia for some event or--

Striding through the party, eyes locked on Eddie, and they're in a hallway, in a hallway where anyone could see them, but Steve is kissing him. They're kissing and it's rough and possessive and it stings.

Steve pushes him through double-doors, to the room at their backs, and Eddie wants to protest, to remind him they don't know if it's empty. But Steve is tugging the tie out of Eddie's hair, digging this hands into the now loose curls, and Eddie whines, lets himself be lead.

He's pushed against a table, and in the weak light from the windows, he realizes they're in the dining room. Steve grinds against him, muttering, "missed you so much, baby. God, it's been too long. Need you so bad."

Eddie moans, shifting to press more against Steve. "Missed you too, sweetheart, fuck."

They're kissing and Eddie's high on it, on Steve, can't get enough.

There's a loud burst of laughter outside the door, and reality smashes back into focus.

"Stop," he whispers to Steve.

Steve does in an instant, stepping back. Even in the darkness, Eddie sees the confusion and hurt mingling in the squint of his eyes, his light frown.

"Steve we--this is dangerous. There are people everywhere. Anyone could come in. There's a TMZ guy here, and we--need to be careful."

"Fuck," Steve breathes. "Eddie I--fuck." He presses his hand over his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. "I can't get enough of you, man. Whenever I see you I just--I don't think--I see you and I want you so bad it hurts. Once every few months isn't enough. Hookups aren't enough. And I know that's not what we agreed to, and--"

"Steve," Eddie gently cuts him off. "I'm crazy about you. It hasn't been hookups for me for--" ever, it had never been, but he shakes his head instead of saying that. "But we've been reckless, sweetheart, and I don't want to see you hurt."

"It's not fair to you, though, right? Hiding and sneaking around with me."

"You need time, Steve. You deserve to come out on your terms, when you're ready. And if that means we're not public for a while, then we're not."

"What if I'm never ready?" He whispers. It breaks Eddie's heart, but it's a fair question for a man who got famous as an angelic child star in a series of fantasy-adventure movies before playing a quarterback with a heart-of-gold on the CW for seven seasons. He's always kept up a squeaky clean image, never in trouble, name rarely in the tabloids.

"Then we'll deal with it together."

"Okay," Steve whispers. A smile spreads slow across his face. "I'd like that."

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Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are seen around town together often. Getting lunch, at parties, shopping. In an interview Steve says that Eddie's his best friend, they do everything together. There's speculation online, of course, but it's pretty quiet. So, they go to premiers and award shows and events together.

A year goes by and it's easy, light, fun. They're in love.

Eddie's messing around on his guitar, not with any intent just for the joy of it. He's on the loveseat in the office of their apartment--their apartment. Steve is in the kitchen, he thinks, or puttering in the garden.

They haven't talked about Steve coming out; haven't needed to.

"Hey," Steve says from the doorway. Eddie jumps.

"Hey yourself."

"It's Bi Visibility day."

"Is it now?" He's not sure where this is going

"I want to come out."

He puts the guitar down. "You sure?"

Steve nods. He doesn't seem nervous, just calm and steady.

"How do you want to do it?"

He crosses the room, climbing onto Eddie's lap, making Eddie laugh. "Works for me." Eddie gives Steve's ass a playful squeeze.

They start kissing then, Steve snapping pics on his phone randomly as they make out.

Steve won't let Eddie peak as he crafts his Insta post, not until it's done and live for his 15 million followers.

The picture he picked, it's a soft kiss, mouths open but lips only just brushing, noses pressed together in a sweet little bump. But the thing about, the thing that makes Eddie's stomach swoop, is the way they're both smiling, the way it's obvious just how in love they are.

Steve's captioned it with the words "Witness Me" and the bi flag.

He pulls his boy into another kiss, says, "Hey,"

"Hmm?" Steve doesn't pull away.

"Wanna go be visibly bisexual with me in the bedroom?"

Steve hops off his lap, strides across the room, turning to flash Eddie a devious smile. "Thought you'd never ask."

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Katie from Total Drama and Gundham from Danganronpa hooked up in my bathroom.

[wewerealwaysthere]

[lovechrissturniolo]

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part 1

💕 You're staying in the same hotel as Chris Sturniolo for Summer Smash.

You recognize him immediately bc you've been a fan of them for years.

💕 After incidentially meeting a few times, you get to talk to each other and end up in your hotel room in the evening.

I couldn't believe I actually was with Chris right now! Feeling his lips on my mouth, his hands on my back, his tongue greedily circling mine...

My desire was immeasurable as we stumbled into my hotel room, tightly in each others arms, kissing passionately.

It was so much better than in my dreams!

We let ourselves fall onto the bed - I lay on my back, he kneeling over me - and his mouth caressed my neck and shoulders with passionate kisses.

My hands, trembling with excitement, wandered under his T-shirt and up his bare back.

Chris's breathing became faster and heavier, but he still made no attempt to get rid of my clothes, which is why I tried to pace myself too.

"You smell so good!" he breathed into my ear and stroked his hand over my covered stomach.

I buried my hands in his tousled hair and pulled him back to my face. "Your lips are amazing." I moaned and gave him a slight smile bevor placing my lips back on his.

My excitement grew further as he began to touch and gently knead my breasts. I could also tell his rising excitement when he pressed his abdomen between my legs and couldn't help it but moan from the feeling of his hard buldge pressing against me.

"Fuck, I want you really bad." he moaned against my mouth.

"I'm all yours." I replied with a husky voice.

"It's been way so long since I-" he started whispering before he seemed to be unsure about the wording. "It's been a while for me too." I confessed quickly to make him feel comfortable.

We started to undress each other slowly and his gaze wandered up and down my body.

"Damn. You're hot. Holy shit." he gasped as we both were naked.

"You're pretty hot yourself." I replied breathless and smirked slightly at him.

Chris lay down next to me, on his side and softly touched me - starting with my neck, then further down - while his eyes focused on every part of my body.

I closed my eyes from pleasure and excitement and tried to stay still and enjoy his touch.

When I began to squirm more and more from impatience, he quietly groaned in my ear:

"Hold still"

"Enjoy it"

"We'll take our time."

I struggled really hard not to be all over him right away and noticed how much he enjoyed it to let me wait when my suffering noises became louder.

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Chris hand wandered between my legs to my entrance.

"Fuck you're soaked for me." he gasped when he reached for my wetness with his index finger, before he felt for my clit to circle around it slowly.

I moaned out loud and intentionally pressed my abdomen towards him. "You're a fucking tease!"

Chris slowly pushed his index and middle finger back inside me while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

"My god that feels amazing." I breathed and pressed my head in the pillow.

"You like it like that?" Chris whispered with a trembling voice and I could clearly tell he struggeled with his patience too.

"Yes! Fuck, Chris!" I gasped. "Nobody ever touched me so good!"

Turned on by my words he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me hungrily. "I want you to come for me!" he ordered and I whimpered from the almost painfull feeling of pent up arousal.

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My adomen started tugging and pulsating and I had to hold on to his head to avoid screaming too loud.

"I'm really close..."

He kissed my neck and bit my earlobe carefully while his heavy breathing pushed me over the edge.

I climaxed hard around his fingers and felt the wetness flew over his hand.

"Fuck-" I blurted out while hiding my face on his shoulder.

Chris sunk breathless on the bed and pulled me tightly in his arms. "Are you down for a break?" he whispered. "Yes." I gasped and snuggled in his arms.

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[highperfix]

He brings up a discussion on verbal consent vs body language. I just want people's opinions on it. Is this a generation difference thing, or a twitter thing? Or something only within the fandom?

I saw a similar thing to him, the tweets people had made me think they were 13, and I was shocked to see most were in their early 20s.

I'm an older fan who hasn't been on this side of the mycft community until the controversy, just a casual Philza fan here. For me body language is actually a normal thing in hook up culture.

It's just a bit sad that his fans bullied him into having to act like this from now on.

Because I will tell you as women this would suck if a guy has to verbally ask for every little thing.

Trigger Warning: Sexual Situations.

[kris48]

Sneaking up on each other like two cubs…. Wrestling is an art…

[sfispnk]

At this point I think I'm doing it for the experience lol

So I just invited a man over to have sex. He was older, I think almost twice my age. He was nice I guess but I still felt awkward. I told him "let's get straight to the point" as I've never done that and he was okay with it but wanted to kiss me. I said "yes" and leaned over to the most uncomfortable 20 seconds of my week (I know it's barely Monday but it's not getting more uncomfortable than this.) He said I'm a good kisser and I couldn't agree. I sucked him for a bit, then he got to f me which didn't feel bad but didn't feel great either.

When it was over (he didn't cum) the silence left me feeling nothing, not even anger or sadness. Just emptiness.

He left and I cleaned myself and changed and that was it. I have clarified to myself (I wasn't doubting but was "horny") that I am indeed aromantic and asexual with little-to-no interest in sex with another human being.

[dailybrittanysnowpics]

Happy Valentine's day a Day Late. Was busy yesterday but I Hope you all had an amazing day. Throwback to this old Video from Brit's Insta

[darkfictionjude]

Just watched dazed and confused again and tell me why the hell am I now thinking it would be a great idea to create a mini 5 chapter IF set in a single day of graduation at a party?

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I had a crush on a man for the first time in a while. We hooked up and he stole my car keys.

[wewerealwaysthere]

[lovechrissturniolo]

>> part 1 here <<

part 2

Never in my dreams I could have imagined lying in Chris S. arms - naked - in my hotel room - talking randomly - after I just came all over his hand.

I couldn't even think about the situation I was in properly, otherwise I would've died from excitement.

"It was really cool to see you on stage with Sam earlier!" I said quietly.

Chris leaned on his forearm and looked down at me with a slight smirk on his lips, while I tried not to get lost in his beautiful blue eyes. "I love to be on stage honestly."

"I would be way to nervous to do that!"

"Well, I am nervous before but - once I'm out it feels like I belong there, you know what I mean?"

"Yes! And I could tell, you look very confident on stage, really!"

"Apparently I'm so confident today that I'm here now, - with you. This is definitely a first for me." he laughed, bit his lower lip and ran his hand trough his hair.

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We were still naked and I really couldn't help myself but burn from desire for more.

"I feel honored." I winked at him while I started stroking his upper body. "Can I make you feel good now?"

Chris swallowed and nodded when my hand wandered further down in his lap.

My arousal immediately went back to 100 % when I held his still hard cock in my hand.

I pushed him softly on his back and knelt between his legs to reach his member with my mouth.

While stroking his shaft I licked his tip with my tongue before I put my whole mouth over it.

"Fuck!" Chris groaned and pressed his head in the pillow.

I started slowly moving up and down and enjoyed listening to the moaning noises and muffeled words coming out of his mouth.

"feels so good"

"fuck your mouth"

"oh yes right there"

Soon he slightly pulled my head back to his and murmured breathless: "I need more."

Chris pulled me longingly on his mouth and placed me over his lap. "I wanna be inside you." he whimpered impatient. "Please..."

Turned on by his begging voice I couldn't hold back anymore.

I slowly lowered myself on his cock and it slit in easily from the wetness in my pussy.

"Oh my god!" I gasped when his full length was inside of me. "You're big..."

"Fuck you feel good!" he replied while I tried to get used to his big cock.

"You're so tight, fuck." he whimpered, squirming under me while he was desperate for me to move.

"Do I hurt you?" he breathed and looked in my eyes. I shook my head. "No, not at all. It feels amazing."

Slowly I started to ride him, placing my hands on his chest to find a rythm.

Chris closed his eyes and moaned with every movement I made.

"Chris, I can't hold back anymore." I whimpered while starting to move faster.

"Me neither." he gasped and immediately grabbed my hips and lead my movements.

"I need you to fucking ride me, fast!"

His greedy look almost made me go crazy from desire and while we stared in each others lustfull faces I rode him as deep as I could.

"Fuck, I'm already close." he murmured with a concentrated expression. "but I want you to come again..."

"I will!" I moaned being right on the edge.

"I feel you getting tighter." Chris groaned, biting his lip again.

"I'm gonna come, Chris!" I blurted out, still staring into his face.

"Fuck. Me too."

We climaxed at the same time before I crushed down on him from the almost painfull feeling of release.

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"Maybe we can go for another round later?" he smirked after we catched our breath.

"That would be great!" I replied smiling and cuddled up in his arm.

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[jennaelsa]

It’s a sunny day ❤️😍 I think I need to step out

[yuuphorias]

Being so honest, I’m new to tumblr. If you don’t know me (you probably don’t) Hi! I’m itoda, I write mainly sanegiyuu fanfics on Ao3 you can find me by the tag —Yuuphoric— Feel free to call me Ito or yuu in that factor, I’m here to promote my Upcoming Fiction—Weekly To Forever— A #sanegiyuu based ships with some background ships thrown around here and there.

If your interested, it’s about The lead character Tomioka Giyuu.

—He’s not one too hook up; let alone find attraction or let himself get close enough with a person, This was supposed to be a one time thing, Just to relieve some stress and to shift focus off Mid-terms Coming up. His life isn’t a teenage drama, it’s not an episode of euphoria. But right now.. it’s really feeling like it.—

Are you interested? I’ll keep you updated if you are !! It’s still a work in progress and I’m currently working on the first chapter with a close friend of mine! I’m not a A+ writer, and as I’m working on this fic I’m watching Tons of tutorials and beginners guides on writing..

I look forward to writing for you all! I hope my works are good enough to satisfy you all

I’m not one to leave cliffhangers, I don’t wanna leave you on the edge of your seat either, so take this as a welcome gift ✨