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[remyfire]

ohh my god 66 for beejhawk would be so good, if the spirit grabs you

Kink Writing Prompts 66.) Caught masturbating (THE MOOD DID INDEED STRIKE ME. I hope this is as fun for you as it was for me~)

In a MASH unit, there are risks one is forced to take every day of their life, and everyone is familiar with them. There might be a sniper. At any moment, they might have to bug out. The food in the mess tent could kill them without any warning.

The biggest risk happens every time someone goes to grab a shower.

There are small, frail pockets of time that people get to themselves here, and there's a basic understanding that if you head into the shower when there's an unoccupied stall, you're accepting the danger of finding someone with their hand working feverishly just out of view. Everyone does it. You've just gotta be perfunctory about it and be ready to be teased for the rest of the day if you're not as quick at pulling away as you should be.

Hawk, fortunately, has gotten very good at being speedy.

It doesn't hurt, having a guy like BJ attached to his hip for a good twelve or eighteen hours out of the day. He's got plenty of material to pull from. And as nice as it would be to take his time with a nice, long jerk-off session—maybe fingering himself, milking his prostate just to see how far he can take his release—he'll have to save that for the next time he scores some R&R.

Every inch of Beej is so good looking, it's almost intimidating, but there's always an aspect that'll catch Hawk depending on the day. Sometimes it's his legs, so long and strong and begging to be bitten. Maybe it's his hands with such beautiful, elegant fingers that he wants to suck on for hours. 

Today, with water still hot on his skin, Hawk tips his head forward with a shiver as he works his cock, and he thinks very specifically about BJ's torso.

He's so keyed up that he can barely let himself settle on one part of it for long. He wants to nuzzle his thick pelt of hair, to bite his trapezius, to press his hand into his stomach and watch how the skin pillows gently around his touch. He wonders what it looks like when there's long, red fingernail stripes painting Beej's back when he's fucking someone so well that they can't do anything but cling and ride the wave.

A quiet whimper breaks from Hawk as he digs his fingers into the stall's edge, so close to his release. In his mind's eye he pictures Beej smirking up at him as he pulls his shirt all the way up to his collarbone, murmurs for Hawk to cover him in his—

The door creaks and Hawkeye's eyes fly open as he rips his hand away, slams it into the stall so hard that it makes an audible impact.

"Whoa!" A deep laugh. "Did I scare you?"

Hawk twists his back to BJ with a forced chuckle of his own. "Jesus, Beej, warn a guy, will ya?"

"Ah, sorry, I'll knock the next time I'm heading into the public shower," BJ murmurs, amused.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's one thing to be interrupted while you're jerking off, and it's another thing entirely for it to be the subject of your fantasy just strolling in right when you're approaching the point of no return. Hawkeye glances down. His cock is aching, flushed and angry with him for straddling his peak, forcing himself to walk back.

Behind him, he hears BJ slipping out of his robe, the stall door opening, the clink of his shower kit. "Everything all right, Hawk?"

"Peachy." He's already washed himself, but he feels for the bar of soap and starts lathering his body again.

A pause. Only when BJ turns his own shower on does he speak. "Soooo what're you looking at?"

Hawk stares a hole through the canvas wall, his mind taking a moment to catch up. "Oh, I was thinking we should consider wallpaper."

"Wallpaper?"

"Yeah. Something red. Maybe floral. Why not?" Oh, he dearly hopes the water turns cold soon. The fear's not doing enough.

"Well, isn't it a little gauche to paper a bathroom? Not to mention the humidity."

Hawkeye sets the soap aside and clears his throat. "All right, all right, if you'd rather do paint—"

"Hawk." BJ's tone is warm.

"Yeah, yeah?"

"You can just finish it off, you know."

He comes very close to choking on his own spit as he peeks over his shoulder. "Do what now?"

BJ smirks, eyes shut as he scrubs his face. "C'mon. You think this is the first time I walked in on that? I was a jock. I lived in a frat house. Literally nothing I haven't seen before."

I wanna say this is a completely different situation. Unbidden, his eyes skim down BJ's whole figure before Hawk forces himself to look at his face, nothing else. "You don't think that'd be a little...weird, huh?"

BJ shrugs. He scrubs his hair next, suds starting to cut marks down his cheeks. "It's sex. It's relief. What's more normal than that?"

There is a terrifying door that BJ's opening up for Hawkeye right now, and he really has no idea what he's doing. There are two beasts at war in his body—the one snarling for any opportunity to give into the hunger he feels when Beej is nearby, the aching one in his skull that's whispering about what a shit idea that is. It'll make everything hurt worse in the end. There's not a piece of him who could pretend he'd be happy with just that, no other part of BJ.

But he starts to relax a little more in the stall, letting the chain go finally to preserve a bit of warm water for whoever might traipse in here next. "Oh, and I'm sure you'd say the same thing to somebody like...like Frank or Charles or Colonel Potter."

Beej furrows his brow. He ducks under the spray and rinses himself clean. "Ah...no. Probably not. Just you."

Heat surges straight back into his gut. "Just me."

"Mm. But let's be honest, Hawk." When he opens his eyes, he stares straight into Hawkeye's. "If you walked in on me jerking off, you'd tell me to finish too."

Hawkeye takes a very long, very slow, very deep breath purely because if he doesn't, he's gonna faint right fucking here. They don't look away. They don't even blink. There's a million different ways he could take those words, and as the humid steam continues to swirl around them, he uses it as a cloud to speak one uncertain reply. "Okay. So you do it too, then."

BJ actually laughs, one of those big ones that makes the sun come out. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. If it's so...normal and all."

Hawk expects BJ to balk, to make a joke of it and grab his towel and start finishing up. But he still doesn't turn away. He shakes his head with a little sigh and leans into the stall wall too, aligned with Hawk, separated only a couple of feet apart by one thin door that hides nothing from the imagination. "All right. Sure. Why not?"

There's no way this is happening. Objectively this is the most ridiculous thing Hawk's gotten himself into, and that's saying quite a lot. The world he exists in can't possess a reality where he could goad BJ Hunnicutt, happily married heterosexual man, into jerking off with him.

But as Beej drops his hand to his cock, Hawk chances a glance, and the other man's already half hard as it is.

Maybe it's just a further evolution of the competitiveness that colors their every interaction. Maybe it's just another sign of how being in a tiny compound outside of Uijeongbu has morphed reality into something so far beyond what they're used to that even this isn't that big of a deal. Maybe it's just a big joke to him.

None of those incredibly reasonable thoughts make sense of why BJ is leaning back on one elbow as he hums and slowly tugs at his cock, but...

Hawkeye's the worst of men tonight, he thinks. He's had integrity in the past. He's leaned into it time and time again. But right now, the only part of it that he can really grab hold of is just to look away—not to violate whatever thin boundary might still exist by using BJ's living, breathing, married body as fantasy fodder.

He's not sure why he bothers, really. The second he closes his eyes, it's all he can see anyway.

Hawk returns to himself, long strokes that start to settle the millions of conflicting emotions in his body. The pleasure running through him is electric, like grabbing a live wire, and he chokes back a quiet moan until it's nothing more than the edge of a whine.

But he guesses BJ still hears it because the sound he makes in reply can't be described as anything but a growl.

Fuck. Just one more look. That's it, and he's done.

The moment he turns his head, BJ's already watching him.

It's probably...just...another part of their competitive nature, that they don't look away, that they're... Yeah, no, makes perfect sense, for the exact same reason as why BJ's lips quirk as his lashes fall low, as he turns to squeeze himself into the wall next to the shower head instead so they're facing each other, and...

Hawk shrinks back against his own stall, licking his lips, his eyes flicking down once, twice, before he becomes aware of how Beej is watching his hand in turn. There's no way, there's no way—

One more rough moan held back behind Beej's closed lips and Hawkeye throws his head back with a shuddering gasp, coming in fire-hot spurts that he just barely manages to catch in his palm.

"Fuck," BJ spits, just sharp enough that it draws Hawk's startled attention, almost takes the edge off his own orgasm. But the moment he gets to watch how Beej tips his head back and lets go, Hawk's wobbly knees threaten to drop him to the ground. Beej lets out a single groan as he comes, and Hawkeye loses himself in the details—how his cock twitches with each second of release, how his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, how...how his cum coats his stomach, his chest, dripping down with the water, how he...

Fuck. Fuck. He's so fucking gorgeous. It's not fair.

BJ rolls his neck with a widening smirk, fingers coming to rest lightly on his stomach. He moves back into the path of the shower spray and scrubs his belly clean with slow, deliberate moves. As though he's aware of exactly what he's doing to Hawk, he tightens his stomach, each part of his rectus abdominis flexing.

A new hunger twists itself into knots within him. He wishes he'd been bold enough to... His mouth waters, jaw aching from how tightly he's clenching it.

Only when Beej grabs his towel does Hawk remember he hasn't moved a fucking inch since he finished. He lunges for his own chain and scrubs his slick hand off, but the movement in the corner of his eye makes him flinch.

It's BJ, dried off completely, reaching across the wall. He hesitates. As the air trembles around them, Hawk holds his breath as the fuzziness in his skull bleeds into uncertainty.

BJ tilts his head. Reaches a little further. His fingers are gentle as they wrap around the back of Hawkeye's neck and draw him in, step by step, until he can leave the softest peck on Hawk's lips.

Time stands completely fucking still. Hawk leans after him once BJ starts to back up, which only makes Beej grin harder. "We should go grab dinner," Beej murmurs.

Hawk blinks wildly. "BJ?"

"C'mon." He looks Hawk up and down. He snags his robe and laughs. "You made me build up quite an appetite."

It's...it's okay? Nothing's... The smile's infectious, creeping across Hawkeye's face as well as he grabs his own towel. "Beej."

"Last one there's a rotten powdered egg."

"Oh, no, no, you son of a bitch, don't you go anywhere," Hawkeye calls after him as he scrambles for his robe. "I'm not done with you yet!"

BJ looks over his shoulder, bright as the sun. "You'll have to catch me first," he teases, then strolls away.

[tuiskutukka]

ROMANTIC GESTURES

BOLD what applies to your muse, ITALICIZE if there's potential / it depends. Repost, don't reblog.

holding hands (in public) · buying flowers · cooking · cuddles · writing a poem / song · holding door open · fixing out of place clothing · sharing a milkshake with two straws · offering their jacket when it's cold · kissing in the rain · publicly confessing love · long walks at the beach · doing the titanic pose on a boat · taking cute pictures in a photobooth · sharing a taxi / uber · kissing the back of their hand · slow dancing · getting tickets of their favourite artist/sports team/other · introducing them to their parents · lighting candles · flower petals on bed · love letters · star gazing · brushing / doing their hair · picnics · teaching them to play an instrument/sport while gently guiding their hands · compliments · late night drives · taking selfies together · drawing them · self-made gifts · massages · proposing with a family heirloom ring · lending them their favourite book to read (they are required reading, actually) · paying for dinner/coffee · mixtapes / playlists · surprise birthday parties · feeding them · handing them keys to their apartment · making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over · sharing a blanket · couple costumes · tucking a hair strand behind their ear · running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving · moving cities to be together · blowing a kiss · breakfast in bed · defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) · joint bubble baths · dropping the L-bomb ("I love you") · dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them · wearing their clothes · yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie · grant them the last bite (from a meal)

tagged by: @islandiis ! Thank you so much, this was particularly fun and interesting to do! tagging: @vogelschadel, @jatkuleiba, @danishlxw, @xbasilrp, @frestoniia

[jotasuis]

How I found out about trump getting shot

[creepymutelilbugger]

"i have to water the shitbird wait a minute"

"prosper stupid poultry"

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[collaredkittyboy]

[ringosmistress]

grammy nominations for record of the year 2025

[clarisse-doodles]

inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

[the-names-quinn]

I have changed a lot from the kid I was when I was 13. Any type of love apart from cis/hetero relationships used to not compute for me, and now I'm out to 5 people in my day-to-day life. And honestly, I do kind of owe it a little bit(a whole lot) to Undertale for opening up a different life path. I could have ended up really freaking stupid and probably super depressed without it.

[shadowtraveled]

"mithrun is the only real monsterfucker in dungeon meshi" is objectively the funniest bit you can get out of his everything, but in all seriousness i think his attraction to his love interest is deliberately overstated—and that makes sense, because romantic jealousy is a classic and digestible motive, which is explicitly what kabru was aiming for in condensing mithrun's backstory, and also because until chapter 94, mithrun wasn't willing to admit to the true nature of his desires.

but because romantic envy is both classic and digestible, it probably isn’t a unique enough or complicated enough desire to tempt a demon’s appetite. mithrun’s wish, as far as we can figure from kabru’s reduced retelling, was to have a life in which he had never become one of the canaries, and that carries like 3857 implications and desires within it. that’s delicious. his love interest acts as sort of a red herring to his motivation for making it, though. (side note: i'm saying "love interest" here because, keeping in mind that i barely speak japanese on a good day anymore, "想い人" is something i'd usually take as just kind of an old-fashioned and romantic way to refer to a lover, but in context i wonder if both the connotation of yearning and the vagueness are intentional, and i think this phrasing gets those aspects of it more effectively. anyway.)

mithrun considered his love interest to be untrustworthy. there was a minute where i thought that comment might be about a similar-looking elf (yugin, one of his squad members), but comparing the two…

the "sketchy" arrow is definitely referring to the elf we know as his love interest—the bangs go toward her right, she only has the one forehead ornament, and, most notably, her ears aren't notched.

every time she’s given a full-body depiction in his dungeon, she’s drawn as a chimera, with the body of a snake from the waist down. (side note: the “what if a dungeon has chimeras before reaching level 4?”/“then the dungeon lord is unstable” exchange just being mithrun grilling his past self alive is so funny. he’s so. but anyway) there are a couple things about this.

first, the snake part of the chimera appears to be modeled after some species of coral snake mimic

which, in the biology-for-fun manga, i… doubt is a coincidence, especially with the added context of the “untrustworthy” comment. the dungeon’s conjured illusion of mithrun’s love interest was a harmless copycat of a venomous original. for whatever reason, he felt this person was a threat and made up a "safe" version of her to be in a relationship with, and while it’s definitely possible to be attracted to or even love someone you find to be toxic and/or intimidating, when you take that into consideration alongside the configuration of her body, you get some interesting implications.

which brings us to our second point: if we assume that mithrun was not in fact fucking a snake, then sexual attraction, at least, was so far removed from his idea of a relationship with this person that he did not even bother to keep her dungeon copy human enough to maintain the illusion of the option of a sexual relationship. this is somewhat echoed in the depictions of their interactions, which also imply a frankly unexpected romantic distance. she kisses his cheek and he doesn't seem to react; she's at the edge of a narrow bed with only one set of pillows, on top of his blankets while he's underneath them.

the kiss is particularly interesting because it seems to contrast the text. kabru's narration tells us this was everything mithrun could have asked for, but mithrun is there looking unreadable to pensive, likely because this is right before the panel that makes it clear things in the dungeon are beginning to go wrong.

walking through this backwards for a minute, we have the physical barrier of his bedding and the spatial separation inherent in a bed made for one person, the emotional barrier of his mounting anxiety getting in the way of his ability to enjoy the affection he sought, and... the snake, which historically carries the connotation of temptation, yes, but also mistrust, barring physical intimacy. okay. ok. if a dungeon reflects the mentality of its lord, all of this might suggest that mithrun was not able to have any real desire for a relationship with this person. his unwillingness to be vulnerable or let another person in was insurmountable. but in that case, why was she such a focal point that she remained to the end, after his dungeon had stopped creating iterations of his friends to come and visit him? why would he get so upset over her meeting with his brother that he became lord of a dungeon about it?

well. mithrun's brother was also interested in her, probably genuinely. and mithrun had to win.

you have an older brother who your parents completely ignore, probably in part because he is chronically ill/disabled and almost definitely in part because he received a ton of recessive traits that resulted in rumors that he was an illegitimate child. you are aware, most likely because those same parents fucking told you, that you actually are an illegitimate child. but they keep you around because you had the good fortune of looking just like your mother. what can that possibly teach you but that you, like your brother, are disposable?

it's utterly unsurprising that mithrun, under these circumstances, developed a pathological need to be better than everyone around him. people don't keep you otherwise. i'd argue this is also why he says he looked down on everyone he knew while milsiril claims his dungeon reeked of feelings of inferiority—he sought out people's worst traits and prioritized them in his mind to protect his already extremely fragile sense of self-worth, and all the while he tried to be as likable and high-performing as he possibly could be. his parents disposed of him anyway, but even then he tried to keep up the performance. he was kind to everyone. he never once lost to a dungeon.

when he saw his "love interest" meeting up with his brother, what he saw was himself being replaced by a person his parents had always treated as worthless, and if that was what they thought of the child they'd kept, what value could anyone possibly see in the bastard they'd given away to die? mithrun and kabru tell the story like he wanted to win this unnamed elf's heart, but it was never about being with her. it was about cementing his worth, proving that he didn't deserve to be thrown away.

and so it's particularly cruel that his demon discarded him, too. but maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.

kui laid it out in three panels better than i could hope to.

yeah. it's love. you wanted to be loved, even when the only way you were able to understand it was through the desire to be wanted, and you wanted that so badly that the idea of being consumed felt like the promise of finally mattering to someone.

[everyonesadoptivedad]

Stole this for this fandom bc some pEOPLE need to hear this today.

[justarandomart]

fine! i drew it! now i can rest and also die of shame

[shadowkira]

[rabid-transcendentalist]

[uncanny-tranny]

Learning to internalize the message above, but art is in all of our bones. If you feel afraid to create art because it won't be "good enough," it's worth it to explore why you feel that fear. Creating art is one of the basic impulses of people, and if you want to create art, then you absolutely must.