#bisexual sub

[zolaniii1]

’M sorry, did i fluster you when i sat on your lap and scooted back telling you “i love how you feel under me”?

Did i fluster you when i heald you by you neck and slid my hand up to your chin to make you look at me telling you “uh uh keep those pretty eyes on me”?

or when i slid my hand back down the column of your throat feeling the way you swallowed the little whimper in you throat when i called you a “good boy” for listening even though im watching you use all your strength to not let your eyes roll back into the back of your head.

or when i trace my thumb over your lip placing a thumb in your mouth on your tongue as a knee brushes inbetween your legs your boxers getting tighter by the second.

Did you get flustered when my lips brushed against your ear ready to whisper all the dirty things im going to do to you and youre going to let me followed by cuddles after?

[babygirl63]

someone should help me fail no nut november. 😏😏💦

[lavend3r-stardust]

Making out in her lap and slowly teasing her by grinding against her strap -feeling the tip press harder against my ass through her pants, slick spots of cum growing on the front of my underwear as her warm hands grope and palm my ass- until all she can do is slide my clothes down to my ankles, hook my legs around her shoulders, and push her dick into me

[lilsl4tsworld]

i’m so excited! it’s almost sundress season… now if only i had a mommy to show them off too 😣

[lilsl4tsworld]

need this rn

letting mommy make decisions for u >>

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Tumblr you are SLEEPING on this band!

A bye bye bye parody from the Stacy's dad guys (Sub-Radio) - bi bi bi

And even Lance Bass approves!

And before people start dragging them for queerbaiting or whatever - the singer is actually bi.

[hairmetal666]

Steve goes to a gay club for the first time alone. He and Robin, they'd talked about it since moving to Chicago, but every time they made plans he got cold feet.

But on a random, rainy Saturday with Robin back home in Hawkins, he decides fuck it, puts on his sluttiest jeans and polo, and goes to the damn club. He's sick of being nervous--he's going to make out with a guy for the first time tonight.

The club is crowded, loud, sweaty, the energy a pulsing wave. He's overwhelmed immediately, but it's invigorating. He pushes towards the bar, orders a beer, then cozies himself against the nearest wall.

He sips his drink and watches beautiful men dance and kiss and play, and he wants to be part of it, get out there, find his own person to get close to but--

What if none of this is for him? He feels out of place in his clothes, with his hairstyle, an old version of himself that doesn't belong in this world.

There's a swell of sound at the bar, and he glances over, expecting drunks or fighting. Instead, he sees a guy who makes his plans to leave slip straight from his mind.

He's unlike any other person there, even within his group. Long, curly hair, visible tattoos, ripped black jeans, a faded black t-shirt under a big leather jacket. He moves with purpose and grace, obviously uncaring about fitting in.

Steve can't stop watching him, transfixed. He buys another beer, settles back against his wall. He knows it's weird, but can't bring himself to care. Not when it's helping him feel more comfortable in his own skin.

The guy, he's vibrant, the brightest spot, his laughter reaching Steve even over the pounding music.

He's beautiful.

The lights flash, illuminating his face and recognition hits Steve like a fist. It's Eddie Munson, former freak of Hawkins High.

Steve's spine straightens, chest tightening. He can't believe--I mean there were rumors about Eddie in school, but he's here, right now, in Chicago, and Steve--Steve--

He abandons the remains of his beer, rushing out the door.

---

Steve goes back the next night.

He doesn't mean to; didn't have any plans to do it, but the clock turns to 9 and he pulls on the same slutty jeans, this time with an old blue t-shirt a size too small.

It's not because Eddie could be there again, he reassures himself as he shows the bouncer his ID. It's not like he wants to see him or has been thinking about him nonstop. No, it's because tonight's the night he finally makes a move. He needed a test run to find his footing, but now--

Eddie's at the bar. His hair is pulled up, loose tendrils around his face. No jacket this time; the rolled up sleeves of his black t-shirt showing off his wiry muscles, the swirling ink of his tattoos. Something low and hot clenches in Steve's stomach.

There's no way he's going to be preoccupied with Munson tonight. He came here to flirt and dance and maybe get lucky, and he'll ignore Eddie. He will.

Steve orders a beer, sits at the bar this time, his eyes lingering on black ink and pale skin. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to tear his eyes away from the ease and assurance Eddie moves with. He's so unafraid to take up space, it's intoxicating.

He loses track of Munson when he orders a second drink, his face no longer immediately visible in the crowd. Disappointment sinks his stomach until a voice to his left says, "You better be planning to buy me a drink, pretty boy."

The voice is low, oddly melodic, and he turns to find Eddie Munson's sparkling brown eyes gazing down at him. He's surprised, hides it, says, "Sure. What are you having?"

Eddie's mouth opens, but his eyes narrow. "Wait--Steve Harrington??"

"Um." His mouth goes dry. "Munson. Hi?"

"I--uh--wouldn't think this was your scene." Eddie shifts back, puts distance between them, and Steve hates it. Hates that Munson thinks the space is necessary, hates that he used to a person that made people feel that way.

"Yeah, well. A lot has changed since high school."

"Is that right? Surely not this much."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

Eddie's eyebrow lifts, but his mouth is a tight line. "Have a cigarette with me."

Steve nods and follows him out a side door into a narrow alley. Eddie pulls out two cigarettes, hands one to Steve. There's something about the cold politeness that sends a fizzle of disappointment down his spine.

"What brings you here?" Eddie asks.

"To Chicago or to this club?"

"Don't be cute."

"Can't help it." He smirks and Eddie rolls his eyes. "I moved to Chicago three months ago with my best friend, Robin. I'm at this club trying to explore my bisexuality."

Eddie's in the middle of taking a drag, splutters on the smoke. "Holy Shit."

He shrugs, knows he's blushing. "What can I say? I've spent the last few years learning about myself."

"And one of the things was that you like dick?"

"Looks like it."

'Well, goddamn, Steve Harrington."

"Impressed?"

Eddie licks his lips, steps closer. "Maybe I am."

"I aim to please." Steve lets himself grin.

"I bet you do," Eddie's voice goes even lower, and heat dances deep in Steve's stomach. "Wanna dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Steve blinks up at Eddie from under his eyelashes.

They go inside and join the bodies packed on the dance floor. At first, they keep their distance, dancing and laughing with an arm's length between them, but it's not long before they're drawn together, arms twining, legs pressed together. Their eyes lock, Steve can't look away, wouldn't even if he wanted to. Eddie's hands go to his waist, pull him closer.

"You're gorgeous, Harrington," he says it with his lips pressed to Steve's ear, goosebumps spreading across his skin.

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course."

Eddie's mouth presses closer. "I used to have the biggest crush on you in high school."

"Fuck, Eddie," he says. "That's so--"

"Weird?"

"Fucking hot, dude."

"Can I tell you another secret?" Eddie's voice is all rumble.

"Course,"

"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."

"You could do something about it."

Eddie smiles, eyes going darker, almost predatory. He leans in, their breath mingling, Steve's hitching.

"You sure you want me to?" Eddie asks, mouth barely brushing Steve's.

"Please," and it comes out like he's been punched.

He thinks the kiss will be hard, hot, but Eddie's hand is gentle as it cups the back of his head, slowly pulls him in. It's a soft meeting of mouths, almost tender. His head is swimming, blood thrumming low and hot and sweet. He parts his lips and then all he can feel, taste, sense is Eddie.

It cracks something inside him, and his fingers dig into the fabric of Eddie's shirt, eagerly licking into his mouth. It must crack something in Eddie too, because he's hauling Steve impossibly closer until his legs have to wrap around Eddie's waist, or they're falling.

They break apart with a breathless laugh, both red cheeked and bright eyed. They don't move apart, instead they dance and make out until the music stops and the lights come up.

Eddie twines their fingers together as they walk to the exit, Steve sweaty and elated and a little head over heels.

Out on the sidewalk, basking in the cool air, Eddie stops him. "Can I--uh, take you for a drink? Or back to my place? I don't--not to assume, but I--"

"Both. Anywhere," Steve laughs. "I don't want this night to end."

Eddie's smile is brilliant, heart stopping. "Your wish is my command."

[stonedghostguy]

the way i need to get high with my girlfriend while wearing nothing but her hoodie and i start humping her cock while she pets my hair and calls me a good boy and i eventually give in to it and let her take over and fuck me properly bc im just her dumb little stoned puppy who needs her to take care of me and then we go get burger king i mean. uh. what. who said that.

[elysianmadness]

THIS POST IS FOR SAPPHICS. DO NOT DERAIL. DO NOT REBLOG MY POSTS IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AI SCRAPING DISABLED ON YOUR BLOG.

[puppystarz]

What if I told you that sometimes, religion is transmasc pussy, what then?

[renaissancedesire]

Steel and silk

These sum up my gender well 🤭

Op is non-binary {they/them} NOT A GIRL

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My Only-Fans 💋

[femboysara]

I'm ready willing and able to b trained to b fully submissive and obedient always!

[izzyegirlblog1]

Drop down on your knees , take my dress off and beg for this c0ck now! 🥵🔞

Telegram: @izzyegirl9

[lexys]

THE RINGS OF POWER. S2.E5 - Halls of Stone. | S2.E7 - Doomed to Die.

[lavend3r-stardust]

The way i get so wet thinking of being tag teamed by both of them, them taking turns breeding my pussy, sliding their dick into my mouth as the other fucks me deeper . . . Him fucking me to hilt so good, his dick buried inside my little pussy while she rides my face n her juices drip down my chin as he pulls out to cum on my stomach, seeing him eat me out -his tongue teasing and prodding, gliding up and down my slick cunt while his fingers delve into my hole- while she face-fucks me and ruts her hips, watching me take her cock deeper into my mouth like a slut

[magicmayomist]

Love the idea of having a cute little puppy to have on a leash

Using it to pull them into a deep kiss

Using it to hold them in place while I touch their puppy parts, making them leak on the spot

Pulling a cute puppy into my crotch, letting them sniff and lick my pussy, calling them my good pet

Pulling my adorable puppy into my embrace, and having their puppy parts rub and enter my pussy, whispering into their ear to breed mommy as they knot me <3